All language subtitles for The.Tenth.Man.1988.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG (2)

RADIO: Following the successful
invasion of the Soviet Union,

there's an increased deployment
of German troops

to the eastern front.

The so-called resistance groups

received another blow
yesterday...

Thank you.

RADIO: 3 terrorists
were shot dead...

Good morning, Monsieur Chavel.

- Morning.
- Good morning.

P.A.: The train from Paris

is arriving at 8:35,

and we apologize for the delay.

P.A.: The train
for the fourth army battalion

is leaving from track 7.

[BELL CHIMES]

Good morning.

Good morning, Monsieur Chavel.

Good morning.

Good morning, Monsieur Chavel.

Thank you. Good morning.

Good morning.

The new German financial
regulations, Monsieur Chavel.

Jules.

Check, please.

Right away, Monsieur Chavel.

[SNAPS FINGERS]

[MOTORCYCLES APPROACHING]

[SHOUTING]

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

Anybody! Anybody!

We need one more.

We need one more!

Kommen sie.

Why me?!

I'm a lawyer!

Let me go!

Who's in charge?

Let me go! It's a mistake!

I-I'm an ordinary man.

It's enough!

Come on, come on.

Now you. Come on, come on. Step.

Look, I've done nothing wrong!

[KLAXON]

Outside! Out! Out!
Move it! Come on! Quick.

Come on! Out! Out!
Do as you're told.

Come on! Out! Out!

Come, come, come,
come, come, come!

Come on!

Where are we?

This is ridiculous.
There's been some mistake.

Who's in charge here?

Come on, you!

- Who's in ch...
- All right.

There's been some mistake.

I'm a lawyer.

I want to see
somebody in charge.

I demand to speak
to that officer!

Uhh! Uhh...

Quickly, quickly.

[MAN GROANS]

[GROANING]

SOLDIER: In you go.

And you.

[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]

[COUGHING]

Hey, Breton. What time is it?

8:50.

8:40.

It's 8:40.

It's pretty, your antique,

but it doesn't keep good
time anymore. It's 8:40.

You ought to know by now

a piece of rubbish
from a market stall

is bound to slow down.

Not made to last.

8:50.

Ran into some trouble.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Oh, yes.

Who... who's in charge?
I need to talk to someone.

Save your breath.

But I've done nothing.

There's no reason
for me to be here.

No reason any of us
should be here.

What's the matter with you?

Don't tell me you don't
know what's going on.

Every now and then,
they run out,

and they grab a few people
off the street.

Then they keep us
in cold storage...

Till needed.

It's very simple.

Any resistance,
sabotage, trouble,

the Germans shoot a few hostages

to restore law and order.

Then they...
Round up a few more.

They seem to think
that it works quite well.

Ha! There must be some way.

Let's see. Do you know
anyone useful? Hmm?

A Hauptfuhrer?

No?

Even a colonel could help.

Nothing's... Going on?

So far.

[CLOCK BELL CHIMES]

This is where they do it.

They march down the yard

and round the back.

And then you hear the shots.

You and I must be the only
professional men in here.

Lorry driver,

shop assistant, tobacconist.

Laborers.

Michel Mangeot
calls himself a clerk.

He was unemployed
when they picked him up.

I myself was mayor of Bourges,

but I don't think
that the 3-colored sash

would look its best with this.

There must be
something we can do.

Even here, the law exists

to protect the... Innocent.

My son wouldn't agree with you.

He believes money,
pressed into the right palm,

always does the trick.

Everyone, back inside!

Time for slops.

SOLDIER: Halt!

If only I could
let someone know...

Just make contact.

My son probably thinks I'm dead.

He'll have sold the
family silver by now.

SOLDIER: Move on!

Halt!

The local shooting gallery.

You ever kill a man?

No.

No, I've never killed anyone.

I've never faced a man
with a gun, either.

SOLDIER: Move on!

[CLOCK BELL CHIMES]

MAN: OK. You ready for this?

Your socks.

And raise you
2 buttons and a shoelace.

I'm in for 2 cigarettes.

Your 2 cigarettes...

And I'll raise you my waistcoat.

I'll see that.

Full house. 3s and 9s.

That's me finished. I'm
hanging on to my trousers.

Me, too.

410s. I weep.

Seems calm.

Generally is...

Early on.

Yeah.

Were you here when
they shot the others?

Yes. They do it in the morning.

- Oh?
- 7:00.

You saw the place?

Oh, yes...

Wooden posts and,
uh... Stone wall.

It's not much of a wall now.

Bullet holes all over it.

Terrible.

All chipped.

They must be lousy shots.

Good enough, though.

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS]

[SIGHS]

I've never really
been out of Paris.

Fontainebleau.

I went there one summer.

For the day... With
my mother and my sister.

It was nice.

I'd liked to have
traveled a bit.

I suppose you've been all over.

Hmm? No, not really.

Just in the army, but I...

Didn't get any further

than the barracks at Marseilles.

They wouldn't take me.

I don't want to go
anywhere again.

Just back to St. Jean de
Brinac, back to my home.

It's about, uh...

It's, uh... It's about, um...
An hour outside Paris.

Nice place, is it?

- Yeah.
- I bet you've got a real mansion.

Hmm. Funny old place, really.

A staircase, you know.
I could, uh,

do you a drawing
with my pen, if you like.

It's your house, not mine.

My father owned it, like
his father before him.

I may retire there one day.

What was your father's job?

He was a lawyer,
like his father...

Before him.

Suppose it's all right.
Seems a bit dusty to me.

Ohhh!

[SIGHS] You can rely on the law.

It's rather like
family or friends.

The law never lets you down.

Unless you're on the
wrong side of it. Ha ha!

[EXPLOSION]

[MACHINE GUN FIRE]

I thought you said it was
too early for trouble.

[SIREN AND GUNFIRE]

MAN: Come with me!
This way! Quick!

MAN: No! No! Move!

Quick! Quick!

[COUGHING]

What time is it?

Half past 6:00.

I thought it was later.

It is. It's 20 to 7:00.

Your piece of junk is fast.

Look out.

I have an announcement.

There were outrages committed
in the city last night.

The second in command
to the military governor

was murdered.

Also a girl on a bicycle.

We do not complain
about the girl.

Frenchmen have our permission
to kill French women...

If they wish to.

Do not blame us
for the consequences.

Blame your own
so-called resistance.

My orders are...

That in this prison,

one man in every 10...

Is to be shot.

You are 30.

Your contribution then is... 3.

We are quite indifferent
as to which 3.

This time...

Choose for yourselves.

The execution will take place
at 7:00 tomorrow morning.

[DOOR SLAMS]

[KEYS TURN IN LOCK]

Well?

What do we do?

Volunteer?

We could draw lots...

Unless it's felt
we should go by age...

Oldest first.

That wouldn't be right.

We've lived our life.
It's the way of nature.

Not always. We'll draw lots.

Surely that's the fairest way.

So, how do we do it,
flip a coin?

We can't get an even
chance with a coin.

The only way's a draw.

You can use this letter.

The backs are blank.

But why 3 lives for one?

It's not fair.

I don't go along with it!

We... we mu... we must demand

to see a superior officer.

Oh, that's no good.

You can see which
are the marked ones.

We need a shoe or something
to put them in.

Krogh's got the biggest feet.

Who's gonna go first?

Alphabetical order.

Going backwards.

Well, you would say that
wouldn't you, Bergere?

For god's sake! Do we
have to squabble over this?!

OK.

Nobody here before "V"?

Nobody?

OK.

Here goes.

Heh.

That's it.

Tough luck on Voisin.

But it's improved the odds.

All right, who's next?

"U"?

"T"? "S"?

The hell with this nonsense!
What's the difference?

We've all got to take a slip.
Let's get on with it.

2.

- Ha!
- 3.

4.

5.

6.

7.

8.

9.

Who's the tenth man?
Mangeot, you next.

10.

11.

12.

13.

14.

15.

16.

17.

18.

19.

20.

21.

22.

May I join you?

23.

24.

25.

26.

27.

You looked!

I did not look!

He didn't. He didn't.

[GASPS]

Come and sit with us,
Monsieur Chavel.

But...

I didn't agree to this draw.

Come and sit down. You
can't do anything about it.

But why, uh...

I mean...

I'm an innocent man.

Look at it this way,
Monsieur Chavel.

If it's not now,
it's another time.

None of us live forever.

You can't make me do this!

Well, it's not up to us, is it?

You can't make me do this!

I'll give 100,000 francs
to anyone...

Who will take this.

Uh...

100,000 francs.

Please.

100,000.

Please. Please.

100,000 francs!

I said I'll give
100,000 francs! Please!

No one's going to give his life

for money he'll never enjoy.

It's obvious.

I'll give you
everything I've got.

Everything.

My land, my house, everything.

Please.

Nobody wants to die.

Rich or poor.

So just shut up!

Tell me more.

Maybe I'll take your offer.

100,000 francs.

My land, my house,
everything I've got.

How rich are you?

Don't laugh at him.

I'm not laughing.
I'm doing a deal.

You'll take my place?

I'll take your place.

What's the good of all
his money when you're dead?!

I have a mother and a sister.

I can make a will.

I don't like this.

We can't buy our lives.
Why should he?

If you've got the money,
you can do what you like.

Buy another man's life? Why not?

It's not fair.

Fair? Why isn't it fair
to let me do what I want?

I'm going to die a rich man.

Anyone who thinks it isn't fair
can rot in hell.

[MANGEOT COUGHING]

Come here. Sit down.

How much money is there?

Uh...

300,000 francs, approximately.

Approximately.

Yes.

Well.

And the place?

The orchards, the farmland,

and the house.

What about Paris?

No. The office is rented.

Any family?

No. No. None. No.

Right.

- You're a lawyer.
- Yes.

You better draw
everything up properly.

Make me out, um...

A wh-what's it called? Um...

Uh, it... it's a deed of gift.

That's right. Make it out to me.

Michel Mangeot.

Michel...

Mangeot.

I...

Jean-Louis Chavel,

St. Jean de Brinac...

Leave all stocks and shares,

all money to account...

And all furniture...

And contents
of St. Jean de Brinac

and the freehold
of said property...

I need, uh... 2 witnesses.

No, not you.

I want living men as witnesses.

How about you?

Here's my pen.

It's a very odd document.

Oh, give it here. I'll sign.

Better have somebody
respectable.

This thing should be
taken seriously.

Right.

Now my will.

To my mother and sister equally.

I want something
to show the neighbors

what sort of man I was.

You keep the documents.

They'll probably let you
send them off

when they finish with me.

[COUGHS]

[WHEEZES]

[COUGHS]

I'm a rich man.

I always knew
I'd be rich one day.

Chavel.

Tell me about my house.

It's about a mile out of the...

Out of the village.

How many rooms?

Uh, there's the drawing room,

the... dining room...

6 bedrooms, and my study.
Kitchen.

Tell me about the kitchen.

My housekeeper didn't
seem to complain.

Where's she?

I don't know.
Uh... Maybe she left...

Shut everything up.

- Garden?
- Oh, yes.

There's a fountain and, uh...

Some roses.

Don't grow vegetables?

Oh, yeah.

Some fruit. Uh...

Apples and plums,
and there's a...

There's a beautiful walnut tree.

Walnut tree.

Yeah.

How old is the house?

It was built in 1780.

Pity.

[COUGHS]

My... my mother has
trouble with her lungs.

Ah.

I'd have liked something modern.

Yeah.

Ha ha!

Huh.

SOLDIER: Lights out!

Mangeot.

Now what?

I must've been out of my mind.

We'll call the whole thing off.

Look. I don't want
this anymore...

Waiting in line for
the bucket latrine...

Eating slops,

coughing my guts up
day after day...

Maybe if I'm lucky,
back on the streets.

I'm going out in style.

Your style.

Mangeot, listen to me.

I won't let you do it.

I don't want to die.
God knows I don't want to die.

But I can't.
You've got a family.

Yes.

But in my family,

when we say we're
going to do something,

we do it.

It's too late. We did a deal.

What time is it?

6 minutes to 7:00.

4 minutes past.

[DOOR OPENS]

SOLDIER: Come on!

[BELL CHIMES 7:00]

[DOOR SLAMS]

[KEY TURNS IN LOCK]

OFFICER: Ready...

Aim...

Fire!

[LA MARSEILLAISE PLAYS]

[SHOUTING]

[CHEERING]

What do you want?

You won't find anyone there.

They closed down years ago.

It's a nice ring.

Thank you.

[BELL RINGS]

Why does every passing tramp

have to ring this bell?

Sorry.

It's all right.

I suppose you're
looking for food.

I don't want much.

Haven't much in the house.

Where are you from?

I was in Paris, but...

But there's no work,
so I thought I'd head south.

Don't bring in the dirt.

I've been scrubbing that step.

I'll take my shoes off.

[CLOCK CHIMES]

There's some food
in the kitchen.

Ah.

[NERVOUS CHUCKLE]

Wh-which way do I go?

Where's...

Where's what?

[GASPS]

Your mother, uh,
where's your mother?

How did you know
about my mother?

Well, your brother told me.

You knew Michel?

Yes.

When?

Were you with him in prison?

Yes, huh.

Terese.

Don't say anything about it.
My mother doesn't know.

About his death?

About the other business.

She thinks he made a fortune
and died a hero.

What's your name?

Uh, Jean Perette.

Did you know him, the other one?

Oh, yes, I knew him.

Terese, who's this?

Somebody who knew Michel.

You knew Michel?

Yes. He said I should
look you up, uh, if I...

Well, we all said
that... Kind of thing.

He was a wonderful boy.

He bought all this
for his own mother.

Silly boy.

I was OK where I was.

We had 3 nice little rooms
in Clichy... cozy.

Here... you're cut off
from the world.

It's too much for
an old woman and a girl.

I thought he left enough

so that you'd be comfortable.

There's things that money
can't buy these days.

He's hungry.

Well, give him some food then.

If he wants food,
why doesn't he ask for food?

Think he was a beggar.

I'm not begging.

I can pay for food.
I... I have a few francs.

You shouldn't be so free
with your money.

Won't get you anywhere.

Look at those socks.

There's some bread and cheese.

Uh.

Tell me about him.

Michel?

Well, everybody liked
him, even the guard...

I didn't mean Michel.

I mean the other one.

The man who, uh...

Chavel.

I looked at that name
on the documents.

Jean-Louis Chavel.

I've got a funny feeling
he'll be back here,

because he won't be able
to resist seeing

what's happened to
his beautiful house.

We're always getting
strangers like you

knocking at the door,
hungry, looking for a meal.

But every time that bell
starts to jangle

I think to myself,

maybe this time that's him.

If it was?

I'd spit in his face.

That's the first thing I'd do.

And then I'd kill him.

If it wasn't for her,

I'd have set light to the place.

What a fool Michel was.

Did he really think
I'd rather have this than him?

Half of me is dead.

The night they shot him,
I felt the pain.

I sat up in bed,
and I felt this pain.

It wasn't at night.
It was in the morning.

Wasn't at night?

No.

Then what does it mean then,
that pain I felt that night?

Nothing. It's often the way.

We think there's a meaning,

but then we find
the facts are wrong.

You wake up with a pain,
and you think, but, uh...

But things don't fit.

You haven't told me
what Chavel looks like.

There was nothing
special about him.

He was just an ordinary man...

Like the rest of us.

Ordinary?

Yes...

You know, we are taught
to forgive our enemies.

I can't forgive him.

And one day I know
I'll see his face.

I think I... Should be going.

Where are you going?

What did you do before?

I was in civil service.
Nothing special.

Ministry of Education.

Don't you have any family?

No.

Well, we could do
with some help.

This place takes
a lot of cleaning.

And then there's the garden.

Oh, I don't think I...

Beneath you, is it,
that sort of work?

No, no.

Well, there wouldn't be
any problem with wages.

We're rich.

Well...

Yes, I think I could stay...

For a while.

I'll get you some socks.
He won't miss them.

There's plenty to do,
as you can see,

but the main thing
I'll be paying you for...

Is to keep an eye out for him.

I don't know what he looks like.

You do.

You can sleep in here.

This is the maid's room.

Well, I suppose it's...

Not much of a room, is it?

You should see his.

I can't bear to go in there.

It's only a room.

It's full of him.

The smell of his cologne.

The polish of his fine shoes.

There's a bowl of
potpourri on the chest.

I wonder who put that there.

His mother. Oh, probably.

What are you doing?

Hmm?

Oh, I nearly fell over it.

I thought I'd clean it up.

It's a dust trap...
All that fancy carving.

Still, it's a nice frame.

Maybe you'd like
to hang it somewhere.

Would you like that?

Why not?

Uh-huh...

Um...

Here.

Is this where it went?

Very good, yes,
that's where it went.

I'm going to market tomorrow.

Is there anything you want?

A razor?

Shave that beard off...

See what you look like.

No, I like my beard.

You ought to hire
a cart from the village.

It's a long walk
carrying all that.

I can't ask them in the village.

That's his territory.

Oh.

He never had much
to do with them.

How did you know?

I heard him telling
your brother.

He said the people here

never felt at ease with him.

Surprised.

Or maybe he said, uh,

he never had much
to do with them.

You see, as he grew up,

he grew away from them.

Or so he said.

They seem to have
talked a good deal.

Yes, I think Michel felt

he was living his
whole life that night.

"Tell me about
my house," he said.

"My garden."

Hmm.

Why are you bothering
with those bushes?

They're raspberries
and red currants.

Look, they're almost ripe.

It's crazy buying all that stuff

from the market.

If we clear this
vegetable garden,

we could grow...

You could grow all you need.

Making yourself at home,
aren't you?

Ah.

Sitting here...
Stuck in the kitchen.

What's the point of being rich?

We should have real servants,

not tramps who come in
off the road.

Does it need salt?

No, it's fine.

Stuck!

Can't even get to mass.

Why not?

It's too far.

Even climbing the stairs

is like climbing
a mountain for me.

Some days I just can't face it.

Once...

On the 14th of July...

There was dancing
in the streets.

I danced all night.

8:00 the next day
we opened up the shop,

and I worked in it all day,

and I didn't even feel tired.

Your father used to say

that I was like a butterfly.

Butterfly...

Well, we could help you.

You could lean on us.

We'll see.

[DISTANT CHURCH BELL RINGS]

Don't you want to go in?

Got nothing to say
to god anymore.

Mother wanted to know

why I didn't go
to church anymore.

I told her I'd lost my faith...

But it's the hate
that keeps me away.

I can't drop my hate
at the church door

and pick it up an hour later

on the way out.

Goes on and on...

All day and all night.

That's all there is.

Couldn't you try going
out once in a while?

Know, see something new.

People like us don't do
that sort of thing.

Ah.

We did go
to Fontainebleau once...

With Michel.

That was a lovely day.

Yeah.

Mother likes to pretend,
but we were as poor as hell.

Chavel made a good living.

He must be a pretty hard,
calculating sort of person.

Why do you say that?

Well, you don't become
a rich lawyer by accident.

You know, he inherited
that law practice.

All he ever wanted to do
was hurry back

to his house and his garden.

Just like a failure,

afraid of... Being found out.

You sound as though
you hate him, too.

Huh? No...

No, I despise him...

Just for what he did.

Hey, let's go here. This way.

[SIGHS]

His parents.

Both died the same year.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Ah.

Where did you get those?

They make you look like
an old man.

I found them in the market.

At least I won't be fogged up
with rotten fruit now.

I can see what I'm doing.

Uh, it was a bit thin
in the market this morning.

I thought we'd get
a rabbit or something.

Here's your change...

And the list.
You'd better check it.

Oh, I trust you.

Your mother doesn't. Here.

It's strange.

Your writing looks familiar.

It's very ordinary writing.

Uh... it's quite characterless.

It's strange.

It's like that feeling
you get when you think

you've been somewhere before.

Oh, well.

Could you put the change
in the drawer?

Yeah.

[COUGHING]

I'm sorry, I, uh...

I couldn't sleep,

so I came down
to get myself some water,

and I heard...

I thought I heard a noise,

a bird or something
falling down the chimney

or... maybe it was a rat.

Hasn't been a rat
in here for 3 years.

Why don't you clear
all this stuff out?

Couldn't bear to touch it.

But you can have
anything you like

if it fits you.

Silly to leave it all
rotting here.

Poor thing.

Imagine being the mother
of a monster like that?

You know, there was
a point that night

when, uh...

He tried to call
the whole thing off.

He didn't want
to go through with it.

But your brother... Refused.

Once?

He really tried.

He acted the coward,
I agree, but...

Anyone can play the coward once.

Many of us do in fact,
and, uh...

You forget about it afterwards.

It's just that
in his case it was so...

Spectacular.

You mean he was unlucky.

Yeah.

Everyone's tested at some point.

Could happen any time.

And then you discover
what you've been all your life.

What you really are.

Do you know what
you are, really?

No...

But I will one day.

And I know what he is.
He's a murderer.

All I want is him in front of me

and me with a gun.

I suppose afterwards
you'll go to confession

and then...

You'll feel happy again.

No.

But perhaps I wouldn't
feel so tired...

And old...

And afraid of people.

I could start living.

I'll get you some water.

There's no need to do that.

Can't sleep anyway.

Are you tired?

No.

Want a lift?

No, thank you.

You're mademoiselle Mangeot,
aren't you?

My name is Roche.

This is Monsieur Perette.

Seen you in the market.

He's giving us some help.

You want to be careful.

A lot of strangers about
these days.

Funny people.

He's a friend.

You haven't got much
to say for yourself.

Maybe I should have a look
at your papers.

You sound like a policeman.

It's my business
to keep an eye on things.

Left over from resistance days.

The war's over.

Don't you believe it.
It's just beginning.

Collaborators creeping out
from their little nests.

He was locked up by the Germans,

and he knew my brother.

Then you knew Chavel.

Yeah.

You two must have been friends.

When we were kids.

Later, well, he was
from the big house.

My family are just farmers.

What was he like?

Chavel?

He kept himself to himself.

Afraid of the girls.
Scared of taking risks.

Why don't they like us
in the village?

It's not that
they don't like you.

They just didn't
believe your story.

They couldn't believe
a man would die for money.

They thought the Germans
must be mixed up in it.

He did it for you, of course.

You won't have any more trouble.

I'll have a word.

We're having a bit of
a celebration on Sunday.

The start of the hunting season.

There'll be dancing.

Why don't you come along?

Maybe.

Go on.

Would you like an aperitif?

Oh, no.

Didn't do that in Paris.
Couldn't afford to.

Well, a glass of wine...

I can afford it.
I'm paid a fair wage now.

Thank you.

It's really strange

sitting here like
a lady of leisure.

Do you ever think
about the future?

What you'll do?

I mean, uh...

You'll want
to get married one day.

Well, there's not much

to choose from around here.

There's Roche,

the great resistance hero.

And then there's you, of course.

Ah, yes.

No...

You'll be off.

Back to your own sort.

Find a job and a girl

who works
in the civil service...

Knows about things.

I'd like to stay here.

Maybe we should go to that dance.

Roche mentioned, hmm?

I'm not too keen
on that sort of thing.

You go.

I wouldn't go on my own.

But it would've been nice.

[ACCORDION PLAYS A WALTZ]

[WHISTLING THE ACCORDION'S TUNE]

[HUMMING ALONG]

She's gone to bed.

They seemed friendly.

Maybe they don't hate us.

Of course, they don't hate you.

Well, good night.

You don't have to use
the back stairs, you know.

You're not a servant.

Let me.

MADAME MANGEOT:
Terese, is that you?

Yes!

[COUGHING]

Good night.

I think we should eat

in the dining room tonight.

There's no need
to behave like gypsies.

This is our house, isn't it?

It'll need cleaning out first.

I'll do it.

Ah, yes.

I'll get some water.

[THUNDER]

Look.

His whole life is in here.

Him in his cradle.

The christening.

That old priest's
still in the village.

And here...

Is Jean-Louis
at his first communion.

Uh-huh.

Priest again.

He called on us once,
let us know.

Chavel used to have him
here for dinner.

Christmas.

Mother soon let him know

there wouldn't be
any more grand dinners.

What a bunch.

Mean,

hard eyes.

No wonder he turned out
the way he did.

Can you imagine them

doing something human,

like dancing or kissing?

Can you imagine them in love?

How would they show
they love someone?

Oh, I suppose they, uh,

expressed it

just like you

and me.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

I suppose that's
your admirer Roche

come to pay his respects.

Well, open up,

or mother will start yelling.

Yes.

[BELL RINGS]

[THUNDER]

[BELL RINGS]

Who is it?

Jean-Louis Chavel.

Who?

Chavel. Would you mind

opening the door?

It is very wet out here.

Who is it?

Chavel.

I'm sorry. Can't you hear me?

He says he's Jean-Louis Chavel.

MAN: Please.

Let him in.

Huh?

I, uh, must apologize

for, uh, breaking in
on you like this.

What do you want?

Uh, sh-shelter.

Something to eat.

You're Chavel?

Jean-Louis Chavel?

Yes, I'm Chavel.

I always knew
you'd come one day.

I hope you'll allow me to...

Oh!

Um,

I think you'd, uh,

better go.

I can't. They're looking for me.

Young men with guns

who like to call
themselves the resistance.

Why?

Oh, it's such a great time

for settling old scores.

Anyone who, uh, has an enemy

can find himself
labeled a collaborator.

But you have the perfect answer.

You were in a German prison,

condemned to death.

They're saying
that I was put there

as an informer.

It was wrong of me to come here,

but, uh, a hunted animal

always heads for the place
it knows as home.

I'm sorry. I'll, uh, leave.

Yes.

You better go.

I had another reason for coming.

I had, um, a message

for mademoiselle Mangeot

from her brother.

Message?

I'm sorry, Monsieur. You are...?

You should know who he is.

You were in the same prison.

I'm Jean Perette.

Of course.

Yeah, I thought
I recognized your face.

Is this Chavel?

Oh, yes.

Yes.

It's Chavel.

Oh, I shouldn't have come back.

I'm...

Oh, please forgive
this intrusion.

I... forgive me.

You said you had
a message from my brother.

He wanted you,

uh, to know that he, uh,

loved you.

Uh, he thought
this was the best thing

he could do for you.

I'm sorry, but, uh,

I... I should've
realized. I, uh...

Should've known that this door

would no longer be open to me.

You don't have to go.

I wouldn't turn
a dog out in this rain.

You can stay.

It's not long
to wait till morning.

You are very kind.

You need dry clothes.

You'll find everything
in your room,

just as you left it.

I wouldn't presume...

It's not my room anymore.

Please.

Who's there?

What's all this noise?

My mother's not well.

I'm not telling her who you are.

She couldn't take the shock.

Who's this?

Someone who knew Michel.

Another one wanting a free meal

and a handout.

I wonder that my son managed

to hold on to any
of his money at all.

I said he could stay tonight.

He's got nowhere to sleep.

What's your name?

Um, Toupard, madame.

Um, Philippe Toupard.

You knew my son?

Yes. He talked about you a lot.

You must be very proud of him.

I'm starving.

Come with me, Monsieur.

We have a lot to talk about.

[THUNDER]

Now who the hell are you?

What are you doing here?

Look, I don't know

what's going on here.

All I want is, uh,

a night's shelter.

No trouble.

I was, um,

on my way to Switzerland.

I, uh, got myself

into something, uh, rather messy

involving the, uh, police.

I thought it wise to lie low

for a couple of days.

May I see your watch a moment?

There was a man
in prison with me

who had a watch like this.

His name was, uh...

Breton.

You. You're the son
he talked about.

Yeah, I had to pull, uh,
quite a few strings,

use friends in high places,

to get him out of that prison.

Ha. You'd think
he'd be grateful.

When he found out...

He threatened to, uh,

kick me out of the house.

Called me a collaborator.

Hee.

Then he went and had
a heart attack.

What brought you here?

Well, I, uh, remembered a story

that he'd, uh,
told us about a man

who was in prison with him,

um, who bought his life.

Well, I mean, you know.

You were there.

I thought it was worth a try.

TERESE: Jean,

can you help me?

Mother's not well.

She's having her soup
in her room.

Monsieur Chavel.

Oh, no. No.

I wouldn't dream of it.

TERESE: You found everything?

In perfect order.

Fresh, dry clothes.

I am deeply grateful.

You're... you're from Paris,

uh, yourself, uh,
mademoiselle Mangeot,

uh, isn't that right?

My parents are from Normandy,

but we were born in Paris...

My brother and I.

Forgot the bread.

What makes you think

you can get away with this?

I reckon Chavel would
never have the nerve

to come home.

I, uh,

decided to do it for him.

Ha ha.

Everyone in the village

will know that
you're not Chavel.

I had to risk it,

just for the night.

I must say,

I like the man's style.

[FOOTSTEPS]

Mmm.

It's the best soup
I've ever tasted.

[THUNDER]

[DOOR CREAKS]

All right, what's going on?

What's your game?

And why are you going along

with my story?

To help her.

She got it into her head

that Chavel would
show up one day.

It became an obsession with her,

so I thought this would, uh,

cure it.

She could, uh, start living.

Hmm.

Well, you know,

I think I was a bit hasty

saying I'd leave in the morning.

I caught a look in her eye.

Aren't you forgetting
she hates Chavel?

Ah, but I'm not Chavel,

not the real Chavel.

I'm just the Chavel
she's invented for herself,

not the dull reality.

The ideal.

She spat in your face.

Yeah, I saw a play, um,

in Paris once, by Shakespeare,

where the same thing happened.

Um, a king had murdered
some woman's husband,

and he was practically
lifting her skirt.

The actor wiped his face

with his sleeve,

and I remember
the way he did it.

It went rather well, I thought.

You should've been an actor.

Well, when you're living
off your wits,

you learn to be different things

to different people.

Perhaps I could learn to be

Jean-Louis Chavel.

You won't get the chance.

You'll be gone by sunrise.

I'll wake you.

Of course, all this must be

rather a blow to you.

What do you mean?

Well, anyone with half an eye

can see that, uh,

you're in love
with her yourself.

You must be mad.

No, it's perfectly reasonable.

I mean, here you are,

a man who's been

locked up in prison for 3 years.

You suddenly find yourself

with a young girl.

Oh, pretty enough, but, uh,

not quite your class.

It must be like
being shipwrecked

on a desert island.

Ohh.

You should have got in there,

made a play for her tonight.

Didn't you sense

the emotion that was there?

[YAWNS]

Thanks to me.

Oh, god, I'm tired.

So tired.

Will you, uh,

turn out that light, please?

[DOOR CLOSES]

Mother had an attack
in the night.

She's very bad.

Why didn't you call me?

Wouldn't have helped.

She wants the priest.

I said everyone was tested

sooner or later,

everyone,

and then you know what you are.

I'm a coward.

Just like him.

We're one of a kind.

When it came to it,

I didn't pass the test either.

Why are you tormenting yourself?

I should've shot him.

Always said I would.

You can't give a man shelter,

walk away, find a gun, and...

Then shoot him in cold blood.

Why not?

He did to Michel as good as.

Uh, you needn't
think about Chavel

any longer.

He's gone.

When?

Earlier this morning.

I wouldn't have expected.

You told him to go.

Michel's really dead now.

[SIGHS]

Terese...

You've been so kind to me...

To us.

So understanding.

I don't know how I'd have
managed on my own.

Could you fetch the priest?

Yes, of course.

I wonder where Chavel will go.

Switzerland, probably.

When I went in to mother,

she was frightened.

She wanted me to pray for her.

I knelt there,

mumbling all that stuff

about forgiveness of sins.

Felt terrible.

You didn't seem so anxious

to forgive him
before you saw him.

It's not so easy
to hate a face you know

as... as a face you just imagine.

I'll fetch the priest.

I'll take the shortcut
over the fields.

Yes, yes.

Who is it? What is it?
What is it? What is it?

Sorry to trouble you, father.

It's, uh, madame Mangeot.

Oh, oh, yes, yes.

I was expecting
something of the kind.

It's her heart trouble,
I suppose?

Yes, yes, her
daughter asked me...

Yes. Tell me, [COUGHS]

Is it... is it raining outside?

No, it's not. No.

Good. That's good. That's good.

That's good. [COUGHS]

Shall I take that, father?

She seems to be breathing
a little easier now.

Thank you, father.

Be sure and call me
if you need me.

I'll go with father.

I'll be back
as quickly as I can.

[BELL RINGS]

I'm, uh, sorry to, uh,

uh, break in on you again.

I got as far as the village.

I heard about your mother.

I'm so very sorry.

Um, I hope it wasn't
my presence.

She knows nothing of you.

Oh, good.

I wouldn't want to add

to her troubles.

We, um, talked about her

that night.

The night your brother died.

The night?

He died in the night?

Y-yes, of course,

in the night.

But Jean said he died
in the morning

the next morning.

I'm afraid he was lying.

Why would he lie about that?

Why?

Uh, well, to make me

look worse than I am, I suppose.

I mean, it is worse
to let a man die

after a whole night
to think about it.

Yes.

He said you tried once

to call it off.

Yes.

I didn't have,
uh, another chance.

They took him away.

I knew it was in the night.

I woke suddenly with a pain.

Why did he say that it was...

You don't know this man.

He's a liar

and a cheat.

But you bought your life.

There are so many things

you don't understand.

Your brother was a sick man.

I know.

He loved you very much.

Uh, he worried about

what would happen to you.

I mean, the money,
um, the Germans.

We talked about that.

He showed me your photograph.

He didn't have
a photograph of me.

Oh. Uh, but he...

Oh, I... I... now I see. It was, um,

the picture torn
out of a newspaper.

Uh, street scene.

A beautiful girl

half-hidden in the crowd.

I suppose it
reminded him of you.

People do funny
things in prison.

Then he, um,

asked me what I would give

for his blank slip.

What?

He asked you?

Look, I know I'm a coward.

I took his offer,

but if I'd been guilty

of worse than that,

do you think I would've dared

to come back here and face you?

I don't expect you
to believe me.

Why should you?

Good-bye and god bless.

Uh, there is just one thing

that I think you should know.

Thought you'd left.

I decided to stay.

I had a long talk with the girl.

Gave her my version of what, uh,

happened that night.

Ha ha ha. It's terribly unfair,

but that's life, isn't it?

She's very angry.

Wants you to clear
out right away.

She's letting you stay?

Well, she hadn't any choice,

as a matter of fact.

I told her about the, uh,

decree of the 17th of August.

She hadn't heard about it.

You hadn't either, had you?

It, um, makes illegal

all changes of property

under the German occupation

if one party disputes the deal.

It's true.

I'm not making it up,

so as far as she's concerned,

the place is mine.

Ha ha.

Can't see you
making much use of it.

You're on the run.
You're Breton,

the collaborator.
You're wanted for murder.

Oh, ah, yeah,
you saw the posters.

Well, I'll just have to lie low

till it's safe to push on

to Switzerland.

Things will quieten down.

Even a day's shelter

is a help in my situation,

or a week.

Anyway,

it's time you left.

You think I'll say nothing?

Oh, I would advise you not to.

I wouldn't want

the girl to get hurt,

and as you so very rightly say,

I'm already wanted for murder,

so I have nothing to lose.

Do you think
Chavel will show up?

Is he the type?

Yes, probably.
He's on his way here now.

Well, if the worse
comes to the worst,

I've got the gun, haven't I?

Yes, I've got the gun,

so don't get any

clever ideas.

I'd use it on the girl first.

You won't forget that, will you?

By the way, she's very upset

about all the lies you told her.

What lies?

That her brother
died in the morning.

Where is she?

There. With her mother.

There's no need to disturb her.

Just pick up
your bits and pieces

and clear out,

quietly.

Terese, I've got to talk to you.

I don't want to hear
any more lies.

I know the truth now
about Michel's death.

I told you the truth about that.

Did you?

He died in the night.
I felt the pain.

MOTHER: Terese.

Listen, it didn't
happen that way.

Terese, I'm ready...

It's all right.

Mother needs the priest.

I'm sorry.

I'll get him.

[RECITING THE LORD'S
PRAYER IN LATIN]

Yes, it was an easy death.

No struggle.

Of course, you know
that you have to move

out of the house, you know...

You understand that,

in the circumstances,

or she'll have to have
someone come in

from the village

as a companion.

That's for her to decide.

Mm-hmm. Y-yes, I know,

but she's very young, you know.

Simple sort of person.

Yeah, but she's seen
quite a lot of life

in Paris. She's not
just a country girl.

One place is just
the same as another.

It's all a question
of observation

and... and a little wisdom.

Well, I've spent 50 years

in this backwater of a place,

and I haven't missed very much,

I can tell you...

Of life, I mean.

And now you seem to be
a man of some education,

um,

are you telling me that, uh,

this is none of my business?

What are you saying?

Well, I'm talking
about human nature.

I mean, you can't
sit day after day,

as I do,

listening to people,

men and women,

telling about themselves
and what they've done

without getting to know
something

about human nature,

and, uh, well,
she's in the state now

where she might do
something foolish.

She's mourning for her mother.

Oh, all these emotions,

they have something in common.

People talk about
the sorrow there is in lust,

but y-you forget that sometimes

there's a little lust
in sorrow, too.

You wouldn't want
to take advantage of that,

would you, my son?

Please trust me, father.

I only want what's good for her.

Mm-hmm.

That's good.

Good. Very good.

TERESE: Why can't
you all leave me alone?

You are alone.

So alone.

But you need never
be alone again.

You've hated me for so long,

but it's all over now.

You don't have to worry

about anything

ever again.

I'm so tired.

You can rest now, Terese.

Thought I could trust Jean...

But he lied to me about Michel.

You can trust me,

because I've told you the worst.

Everything there is to know.

Yes, I suppose so.

Terese.

I didn't know
you were down there.

Did you see the old
man home safely?

I think it's time
I told you who I am.

I am Jean-Louis Chavel.

You're mad.

The man who calls himself Chavel

is a collaborator.

He's also wanted
by the police for murder.

H-he's crazy.

I don't understand.

So many lies, I don't
know anymore who's lying.

Well, he's lying. I mean,

why didn't you say
you recognized me

when I arrived?

Because I was afraid
to tell you who I was.

Terese,

I knew you hated Chavel.

When this man came,

I saw my chance
to lose myself forever.

He could have all
of your hatred instead.

Wh... it's more lies.

Why don't you just
clear out? Go.

What the hell are you doing?

You know, when I was a boy,

I used to play a game
with a friend

across the fields.

Yeah.

I used to take a torch
like this,

or if it was a sunny day,

a mirror,

and I would flash a message.

One message was a sort of joke.

"The Indians are attacking."

It meant,

come at once.

He's just trying to fool us.

He still lives across the field,

my old friend Roche.

The resistance man.

Just about now, he'll...
He goes out to his cows,

so he'll see this light
flashing on and off.

The old code. Come at once.

So he'll know Chavel is back.

Do you understand?

No one else
would send this message.

No, you're bluffing.
He won't come.

But Roche saw you on the road

and at the dance.

Didn't look very closely,
did he?

All he saw
was a shabby stranger,

but this message
will tell him I'm back.

Drop that torch.

Go ahead, tell him
to drop the torch,

or I fire.

Drop the torch!

Are you hurt?

I'm all right.

And you really are Chavel?

Yes.

But that was another lie,

about the message.
I watched you.

You never flashed
the same way twice.

It's the last lie, Terese,

I promise you.

I had to get him to shoot.

He won't come back now.

But he'll get away.

No.

Roche and the others
will pick him up.

You're safe now.

[GROANS]

What?

Ohh.

Terese...

Terese, listen to me.

There's an envelope in my room

on my table.

Get it. You...

May need it. It'll help you.

Shh. Gently.

I've written my will.

Yes.

Everything,

the house, everything

is yours.

What does that matter now?

Listen to me.

The decree,

take the will to Roche.

He'll help you.

Oh, god.

Terese,

the hatred,

is it all gone?

That's good.

That's good, Terese.

Good, Terese.

[GASPS]

You'll be all right now.