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Come on,
I only have 48 retirement points.

They set my entry in '44.
I was in a year before.

- Really?
- In May '43, since the STO.

Because you were at Libération Jura.
Then, you merged

with Résistance Jura,
so they count as of March 44.

- Well, it's not right.
- I didn't say it was.

There were quite a lot of clowns
at Libération.

Guys that stayed 15 days
and then got out.

Not me.
I was at the November 43 march.

File a complaint.
Ask the union guy.

He's a commie.
He's gonna ask me to join in.

I joined the GMR in '43,
just like you.

- That's 60 points.
- 60?

- 12 points from 43.
- Outrageous!

Go and talk to the union guy.

Don't take it personal,

but you think it's normal the GMR
gets more points than the Maquis?

Maquis, GMR... all that is over now.

- He's got 60 points, and I have 48.
- Well. he might die young.

Very funny.

Authority to Skirmish 1, come in.

About time.
We need to move.

Skirmish 1 to Authority, go ahead.

The management
is calling for rigorous intervention.

Take live ammunition
to repress any potential excesses.

- Two summons if needed.
- Live ammunition?

Roger that.
Do we know when the contact is?

Negative.
We are awaiting orders. Over and out.

Over and out.

OK, guys!
Clean up the place.

Each one of you gets a loader
of live ammo, ready to use.

- This doesn't sound right.
- Get moving!

Take this too.

A FRENCH TOWN

We can't quit now.

We did the hard part.

The cops won't scare us.

- Let them come to us.
- Yes.

The point of this
is to obtain something.

Chassagne won't give in -

it's a matter of money and ego.

She wants to crush the Résistance.

Mr. Schwartz was a Résistant.

"Mr. Schwartz", as you say,
is an employer, period.

He doesn't care
about the Résistance.

We can talk nonetheless.

After the election, not before.

Why the rush?

De Kervern gave us
24 hours, no more.

Are we going
to let the police decide?

We loggers
don't want things to escalate.

What should we do?

The guys are on strike for the pay,

not to make the headlines.

If we chicken out now,
we'll get nothing.

No dustup, no pay.
Nothing.

I think we have

the right balance of power.

Listen, we should go see Raymond.

He might accept our terms.

It's a waste of time and energy.

Will you come with me
to see Raymond?

Yes, of course.

We're going to present our offer
to the management

and demand a settlement.
Who's for it?

Father?

Am I disturbing you?

No.

My husband's ill.
He's sleeping now.

You seemed restless
two days ago, so I...

I was worried about him.

May I?

Has the doctor seen him?

Yes.

But he doesn't know what's wrong.

I've been...

I've been thinking
about some questions you asked me.

A press article that we discussed.

Your husband's illness.

I became concerned

and I think that perhaps...

I've been imagining things.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Do you still need
that polish, Lucienne?

Whatever happens,

no matter how hard the ordeal,
you must stay on the side of life.

Usually you say
that I should think of God,

not life.

But God has given you life.

He enabled you to give life
to Françoise.

You must cherish life,
Lucienne, always,

whatever...

the disappointments and sorrows.

I just can't anymore.

Lucienne.

Lucienne.

Lucienne.

You must pull yourself together.

You must return to the side of life,

the side of love,
the side of your child.

You are alone with God now.

Be brave.

Don't lose yourself.

- Larcher.
- This is Dr. Vignane.

- Well, how is Hortense?
- I don't know how to say this.

Your wife's troubles
are more serious than I thought.

- Really?
- She has responded well clinically,

but she suffered
a crisis of paranoid delirium

and attacked the nursing staff.
- Oh? I'm sorry.

- One month?
- While we adjust the treatment.

But... can I see her?

Certainly not.
She's very aggressive with everybody.

But how?

You just have to trust us.

OK, well...
Call me back, then.

In a few days?

I'll call you later this week.

Goodbye.

Hortense will be away
longer than expected.

You can keep her room.

I hope it's not serious.

The cops are clearly
aware of your feats.

We can't keep you here.

I understand.

- Should I turn myself in?
- No. Are you kidding?

You're gonna leave. We have
friends in Belgium who'll help you.

- What about me?
- I don't know.

- Do you want to go with him?
- Yes.

- Even if your mother's against?
- Yes.

It's risky, you know.

If Suzanne manages,
things may work out,

but that's uncertain.
- I want to go with him.

Do you want her to go with you?

Yeah.

She's a good comrade.

Nestor's gonna be at the meeting.

I love Nestor.

Don't you?

Not particularly.

He knows every old Stalinist song.

- He can play them on the guitar.
- Is that an exploit?

Come on.
Stalinist songs are nice.

I don't think so.

There were two falcons

Up there on the great oak tree

Whispering in the foliage

Up there in the foliage

All up there.

One was called Lenin

The other was called Stalin

And all around them in the foliage

Birds

Yes, birds in the foliage

The first falcon

said to the other falcon,

"Goodbye forever

"Despite the sorrow,

"My friend
Yes, despite the sorrow

"My friend

"Here is where we must part

"Alas, the time has come".

You don't like my singing.

I do.

I need to tell you something.

Yes.

I've decided
to take a step back, Gustave.

Come to your aunt's exhibition.

I couldn't care less about it.

- I don't like art or my aunt.
- That's blunt.

Oh, yeah.
I'm a blunt guy.

Even if some people don't like it.

I'm fine with it.

I wasn't talking about you,
Daniel Larcher.

Nothing ever bothers you.

Or everything bothers you,
who knows.

- Can I get you anything else?
- No.

Cognac.

Cognac!

Do you remember the Occupation?

Of course.
I was nine in 1940.

Don't you remember?

- No.
- The time we hid in a closet,

when Sarah and a guy
were arrested in '43.

Sarah? Who is she?

What?

You forgot Sarah?

Yes. Blank screen.

At any rate, the Occupation
was a merry chaos.

Yes.

It certainly wasn't easy.

But I think I did
all I could for everybody.

Except for the Jews in the school.

- No.
- Nobody cared about the Jews in '40.

What do you mean?

Nobody cared.

We didn't think it was right
to put a star on them,

but we didn't worry about it.

There were hardly any Jews
in Villeneuve, anyway.

You had a girlfriend.

Hélène Crémieux.

Remember her?

Of course I remember her.

What happened to her?

Auschwitz.

But we didn't know that.

All that mattered was to get rid
of the Krauts as quickly as possible.

You were the mayor of Villeneuve
and you didn't know?

No, I didn't.

I didn't know.

I mean...

When we were told to split
the parents from the children,

we assumed that...

We didn't think of Auschwitz.

We figured life in those camps
had to be tough.

But we didn't know to which extent.

Well...

We knew

without knowing.

It's like when you tell a patient
he has pancreatic cancer.

If the guy's smart enough,
he probably knows...

But that doesn't mean he's going
to spend the rest of his life

thinking he's going to die. No.

He'll think about death,
but he'll also have projects.

He'll think...

about next year.

He'll think about Christmas.

Or vacation.

See what I mean?
Well, this is the same.

Are you telling me that in '42
you had cancer patients,

you didn't treat them,
and left them to die?

- You're overreacting.
- Why?

Look, Daniel's not my role-model.

He's a bourgeois who probably
votes Giscard. He's a wimp.

But to come here today
and torment him

over what happened
to the deported Jews...

- What did you do to stop it?
- We didn't know how horrible it was!

And even if we did,
we wouldn't have cared.

Believe me, we had other horrors
to deal with, all the time.

I don't approve of that logic.
It's too easy.

What's easy is that in 1975,

all warm in your private practice
surgeon shoes,

you come and lecture us.

- I work at a public hospital.
- Calm down, boys!

- We are adults.
- My father was executed.

Daniel did what he could.

And I want to change the world.

Change the world.

Ah. Hello.

Please, come in.

Have a seat.

I didn't want to see you.
Raymond insisted.

Thank you, sir.

- It's alright.
- We're not here

to be courteous.
You wanted to see us. So?

So, the strike committee
has drafted a proposal.

We've already read it.

What do you think?

A bunch of unfeasible nonsense.
If that's all,

we'll leave it at that,
and the CRS will do their job.

Ms. De Cantillon means
we can't grant all your requests.

In any event, you must
cease the occupation.

In order to do that,

we need an answer first.

Right. Shall we go?

No. I'm staying.

Regarding the wages, we can
make an effort, but it'll take time.

However,
I'm fine with the bonuses.

Excuse me?

As for new hires,

I see things differently
since yesterday.

- We won't support you.
- "Daddy"? Sorry, family issues.

I can't promise we'll hire staff,

but 5 new jobs will be created.
- How are you gonna pay?

I'm going to be mayor.

I hope you will vote for me.
Thank you.

Thank you.

Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.

I'm listening, my child.

Where's Father Emmanuel?

Is he ill?

I am a servant of God.
The carnal envelope is irrelevant.

Just tell me if he's all right.

Are you Lucienne Bériot?

Yes.

Father Emmanuel asked for a transfer
and left this morning.

Where did he go?

He specifically asked me
not to tell you.

I understand.

Do you want to confess, yes or no?

Can you give him a message?

Go ahead.

I can't promise you anything.

Tell him...

Tell him...

"Thank you".

What's your game, Raymond?

What? What's the problem?

I am an empathetic, caring boss.

Social conflict resolved,
just in time for the election.

You think I didn't see
how you looked at her?

Looked at who?

Suzanne Richard?

Old lady Grosjean.

I knew she was a slut, but I didn't
expect you to profit from it.

Don't tell me you screwed her.

I don't have to answer.

- You don't have to answer?
- No, but I will, anyway.

I'll screw whoever I want.
We've slept together,

but you won't tell me what to do.
The war is over.

I know what the Résistance is.

I'd be laughing right now,
but this is serious.

Those bitches will say,
"We can get anything from Schwartz.

"One blowjob, one bonus!"
What a joke.

Get out of my place.

So you actually fucked her.

I said, get out of my place.

You are nothing without me.

The sawmill is mine, OK?

It's small, it's crappy,
but it's mine.

I don't give a damn about your
American markets. You can have them.

You idiot,
you're gonna go bankrupt!

- A mayor doesn't go bankrupt.
- You'll never be mayor!

Of course I will be mayor.
And you'll be with me at the meeting.

Because despite your money,

you and Dad's networks,
you can't manipulate voters. Get it?

Farewell.

Charlotte.

Charlotte.

Do you think your mother
posted my letter?

- Yes.
- Are you sure?

Yes.
She wouldn't fail to do it.

It's not normal
that my husband hasn't come.

Why hasn't he come?

Wait a second.

You know how to open the straps.

Charlotte.

Why?

I need to get out.

What will you do?

The gate's closed,
the walls are high.

I don't know, I'll manage.

But they'll know it was me.

I will be punished.

- Go back to sleep.
- Charlotte.

Charlotte, don't let me down,
you're all I have left.

- Charlotte!
- What?

You can run away with me.

- No.
- Why not?

It scares me too much.

It's horrible out there.

Charlotte, please, untie me.

If I get out, I'll send you food.

Every month.

Do you hear me?

Just untie me.

I need to get out of here.

And candy?

Yes.

And candy.
Now go ahead and untie me.

Do you swear to God?

- I'm not a believer, Charlotte.
- What to, then?

I don't know.
I swear to anything you want.

Who do you love the most?
Your husband?

No.

Swear to the man you love
that he'll die a painful death

if you don't send me candy.
- I swear.

- Heaven can hear you.
- I swore. Now, please, untie me.

And remember,
I prefer my candy soft.

Really soft.
I don't have good teeth.

OK, fine. Soft.
Come on, untie me.

Larcher, you are screwed!
Good ole kikes are in the hood!

Let us through.

Larcher is a traitor!

Free speech.
You know what that is?

No free speech
for anti-Semitic fascists!

Israel will prevail!
Israel will prevail!

- Thank you for your welcome.
- No, Hortense.

That bitch is fucking with us!
Fascists!

Nazi!

Do you know what you're
talking about, young man?

Screw you, Grandpa!
You won't get through.

Scumbags!

Cheers!

Won't you stop sulking?

We got screwed, Suzanne.

Someday, you'll understand.

We won, dammit.
I'd lost hope.

Ms. De Cantillon.

Hubert.

Are you OK?

Yes, I'm perfectly fine.

The strike is over.

Really?

They were afraid of the CRS.

You were right, madam.

I wouldn't say that, sadly.

I got it...

wrong.

Yes.

That's it. I got it wrong.

They're not afraid of the CRS.

Then why
are they ending the strike?

You should ask your wife.

My wife?

Keep her on a short leash, Hubert.

A cuckold as big as you

might have trouble
driving through the gate.

Can I have some water?
I'm thirsty.

- I'm not supposed to give you any.
- Oh?

I'm supposed to release you.

- What?
- The criminal investigation

on the murder of a certain Caberni
has been dismissed.

- Despite your colleague's report?
- You mean Hubert Grosjean?

He's been transferred to Guiana.

A Parisian bigwig interceded.

Armand de Cantillon.

Rings any bell?

Sign here.

- OK.
- You're free to go.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

I'm sorry.

The exhibition has been cancelled.

Besides the damage, the mayor
has decided to ban the exhibition

due to potential disturbances.

He can do that?

I could contest the decision,
but I don't have the energy.

It will take you some time
to restore the paintings, anyway.

I'm sorry.

Still, my paintings are not
good enough for them to do this.

They clearly think they are.

These Jews are weird.

They weren't this violent
when I was young.

Things have heated up
since the Yom Kippur War.

The what?

Never mind.

- Did they take Heinrich's portrait?
- No.

- Where is it?
- In my office.

- I took it in for the catalog.
- Of course you did.

It would've been at the preview.
The catalog goes everywhere.

The DRAC, Rue de Valois.
Not a good idea.

- It's not in the catalog.
- No, it isn't.

This is outrageous!
Do you ever think before you act?

If I hadn't done that, madam,

your favorite painting
would be in pieces.

That is not the point, miss.

Nice way to hide your cowardice
behind a fake generosity!

Nothing makes sense anymore.

It's the times, eh?
Nothing makes sense anymore.

Where should I send your paintings?

The self-portraits,
well, what's left of them...

you just have to burn them.

Send the other painting to my hotel,

room 31.

You have no business here,
Mrs. Larcher.

Suzanne called.
She negotiated the end of the strike.

She did?

Damn it.

- That's good news, right?
- Well, no. Not really.

The CRS beating up workers
at Schwartz's was good for Sunday.

Too bad.
Contact Commissioner De Kervern.

Did you find it?

Find what?

Schwartz's meeting is being
broadcast on Radio Luxembourg.

Commissioner De Kervern, please.

Raymond Schwartz,
you worked for the Germans.

That's true.

I worked for them in 1940
like virtually everyone else.

Those who blame me for this,
the communists

and their leader, Edmond Lherbier,
what were they doing back then?

- Damn, that bastard's good.
- They were collaborating.

Our know-it-all communist friends,
until June 1941.

They turned back right.
I mean, left.

When Stalin, their real leader,

their only leader,
told them to do so, not before.

Today, I want to bring together
all the people of Villeneuve,

workers, owners, foremen, farmers,

who want to rebuild France.

A fairer, more humane,
modern France,

where everyone can find their place.

I don't reject anyone,
except slackers,

dreamers and revanchists.

Tomorrow,

vote for work and freedom.

Long live the French Republic!

He's crushing us.

Even I feel like voting for him.

It's a real shame the strike is over.

Commissioner?

So, Lherbier. Any news?

Lherbier, are you there?

Yes.

Well?

As far as I know, the strike
and the occupation are ongoing.

You mean Suzanne Richard failed?

I guess, but I've had
no first-hand news.

Please, don't send the CRS just yet.
Hold on a while.

We've waited long enough.
Goodbye.

You can't do that, Edmond.

Well, I just did.

You can't manipulate
our striking comrades.

The truth
is not always revolutionary.

Besides, the party asked me
to be elected mayor of Villeneuve.

Not to engage in sentimentality.

Tell the folks at the paper
to go to the sawmill.

I want photos of the police violence
in tomorrow's press.

Goodnight.

See you tomorrow.

Well?

You're still here?

I had some stuff to sort out.

No hard feelings?

Damn it, Anselme.

We killed Krauts together
on a bridge.

We both loved Marie in our own way,
and you won't shake my hand?

You don't live off memories,
you live off future.

It's quite bright.
A 20% rise and new staff.

Next to nothing.

- You fooled the girls.
- Really?

- Did you listen to my speech?
- No need. I know it.

More for the rich, less for the poor.

- And the grumblers may shut up.
- It's complicated.

Can you trust me once in your life?

Anselme!

The CRS!

You sent them?
And you talk about trust?

- I'm gonna speak to them.
- You piece of shit!

You pretend to negotiate
so we spread out.

I didn't call them!

Bastard!

Detail, halt!

- Back off!
- Section one, deploy!

This is an illegal occupation.
You must vacate immediately.

Go to hell!

- Leave. The strike is over.
- Vacate the area right now.

I'm the boss.
You've no business here.

Get out of our workplace!

Careful, he's armed!
On my command.

- Put that down, Anselme!
- Drop the gun, sir.

- Stop it.
- Put it down, Anselme!

Drop your gun or we will fire.

Anselme, please.

On my command,
charge with live ammunition.

Put the gun down, Anselme.

You always said
living was all that mattered.

Living upright, Raymond.

Not lying down.

- Anselme!
- Long live the Résistance!

I didn't tell you to shoot!

Damn it!

Ah, you're here.

I feel better now.
My stomach hurts less.

See? That's the wine treatment.

I spoke to Lanzac
while you were sleeping.

He wanted to discuss
Raymond's meeting.

Oh, yeah? Well, he can dream on.
It's lucky I'm sick.

I don't have to listen to him.

You never really liked
Raymond Schwartz.

Lately, I don't like anyone.
I don't know why.

Except for Françoise and you.

It's funny.
I had a dream earlier.

I was walking on embers.

It was like God's judgment
in the Middle Ages.

I think I was in my pajamas.

I was walking and thinking

I didn't have any pain. It was weird
as I was stepping on embers.

Because you were innocent.

Innocence, Lucienne,
is for children.

You were there, in my dream.

You watched me walk.

What was I doing?

Nothing. You were just there.

You weren't afraid I'd burn myself.

But you didn't want me to either.
You were just there.

You need to rest, Jules.

I'm sure you'll start to improve now.

It's very kind of you to feed me.

My shoulder hurts so much.

I've given you so little
in 60 years of marriage,

the least I can do now
is feed you once a week.

You think you gave me little?

Almost nothing.

Quite the opposite, Lucienne.

You intrigue me.

You have no idea
what it's like to desire a woman.

To wish to be loved by a woman
who does not love you.

Who will probably never love you.

Some people get depressed
and give up.

In my case, for 60 years,
it has kept me...

alive.

Every morning, when I woke up,
I would think, "Tonight,

"tomorrow,

"next week,

"will she love me?

"Will I finally find the gateway?"

We all have a gateway, you know.

So it seems.

I am over 90 years old,

and my desire for you is unaltered.

My love for you is brand new.

- My hope is...
- Still disappointed.

We are always reborn
from our ashes.

These yogurts are not good.
They taste like bleach.

You didn't put anything in there,
did you?

You are unbelievable.

Yes.

My birthday is in three days.

Yes.

You know what I would like?

- You told me 20 minutes ago.
- I did?

What did I tell you?

You...

You wanted me to talk about love.

Oh, yes. You're right.
That was stupid.

That's not what I'd like, actually.

Too late, the damage is done.

I'd like you
to take me to lunch with Françoise.

I suppose you're staying with her.

Doesn't she come to see you?

Even less than you do.
It would be nice

to see you both.
It's been so long.

But that's...

That's going to be difficult
to arrange, Jules.

I mean, off the cuff.

I took the liberty of requesting
an ambulance and an aide.

But...

What if I had said no?

As you know
frustration is my driving force,

I knew you would say yes.

Just to frustrate me
by not frustrating me.

You know my birthday
is in three days?

I'm doing it on purpose.

You are truly unbelievable.

You're the one rambling now.

I still have some nice scraps, eh?

What?

Are you OK?

Yes, I'm OK.
What do you want?

I don't know, I heard a noise.
I was worried.

Stop worrying about me.

I'm sorry things didn't go well.

- It's not your fault.
- It is.

It was my idea.
I brought you here.

I thought it would do you good
to be recognized for once.

I don't give a hoot
about recognition.

There's nothing to recognize,
anyway.

My paintings are terrible.

Come on, why do you say that?

Even Heinrich said so.

Well, he wasn't an expert
in works of art.

He was an expert in me.

I was sure
he would come to the preview.

Heinrich?

I know he's not far.

I can feel his presence.

Right.

You should go to bed.
We're leaving early tomorrow.

Wait a second. If he did come,
he won't know where to find us.

That's a problem.
How could we let him know?

- I don't think he's come.
- What do you know?

Come on. Go back to sleep.

You know something.
Tell me.

- I don't. Go to bed now.
- Yes, you do. You know something

about Heinrich that I don't.
- No. Maybe he is here.

Then he'll go
to the gallery and get your address.

Come on now. Go to bed.

You know something.
I can hear it in your voice.

I do not!

You're lying.

You lie like everybody else,

that is to say, poorly.

You're imagining things.

Is he dead?

I don't know.

Turn the lights off.

Promise you'll go back to sleep?

Yes.

OK, sleep tight.

I'll have breakfast
brought to you at 7.

- Alright.
- What do you want?

Pain au chocolat? A croissant?

A chocolate croissant.

Right. Goodnight.

Subtitles: ECLAIR