Original subtitles

This film was restored by PATHE in 2014

A minute of your time,

to ask you not to take seriously this Black Monocle,

a study of a near-mud intellectual

amid strange and variegated spies.

Theirs are spies. Ours are culled secret agents.

Colonel Remy imagined these darkly humorous tales

aware that reality is at times stranger than fiction.

Any resemblance to any person living or dead

would be pure coincidence. Well...

For once that secret agents have no secrets for us,

let's enjoy. See you soon.

THE BLACK MONOCLE

There's a chill.

Seasonal norm. Nothing to complain about.

- Do you smoke? - Never.

We're demobbed!

Let's grub us some drinks!

This bastard followed us here.

His cur is one street over.

Perfect for a small accident.

- How do we get buck? - A walk will do you good.

Another lute night.

I feel a cold coming on.

Villemaur is a feudal castle.

Its origins date back to the 10th century.

Razed in the 12th,

reconstructed in the 13th.

The north wing,

which no longer exists,

like the south-west tower

and the west wing date from 1465 to 1475.

Everything else is 16th century.

This way, please.

This way, please.

As you can see, it is old and historic.

I told you I'd catch cold.

- Have a hot toddy. - Are you mud? No liquor.

This is the former guardroom,

the notorious scene of the Duke de Vergy's murder

by the swordsmen of the Marquis of Villemaur.

Silence, please.

The victim entered here.

The others attacked him en masse.

The body fell here.

Bloodstains until recently.

How awful.

- Historical. - Do we know the motive?

Religious stuff.

Some sung mass in Latin, others in French.

They didn't understand each other.

One word leads to another...

You can buy the brochure on your way out.

Most visitors usually do. It's up to...

This was Diane de Poitiers' room.

- Our curator. - Hello, my friend.

You'll notice two silver chandeliers

and the two Empire fountains.

So many visitors. I'm jealous.

Your Rhine castles, you old burgs...

I should be jealous. The Lorelei is worth a Poitiers.

True, for several days,

it's as if the Lorelei is here.

Incognito.

- My dear curator... - Call me Hubert.

It that more businesslike?

Among colleagues...

"Madame the Curator" is a bit official.

- Erika, then. - Erika is much prettier.

You have a letter from the Minister...

Later, miss.

As you see, I'm busy...

Yes, I do.

A corridor led from here to the torture tower.

Look out the window.

The tower.

There is a torture room, the dungeon, the oubliettes,

hidden stairs, the whole shebang.

It is unique and historical.

We cannot visit it. It is in ruins.

Renovations have been considered for 20 years.

It's moving along.

That way...

off limits too.

The curator set up his office there.

And the Marquis lives there.

Comfortably furnished.

- No ghosts? - Saturdays, Sundays and holidays.

For a migraine, mix hot water with a red iron.

Those old wives got it right.

Later, guys.

- He was teasing. - Can't hurt to try.

Trochu, did you speak to them?

They got in lute. Nice car.

How did you find them?

Frail health. Plans with the Marquis?

Taking shape. An important dinner tonight.

Essential, even.

- Happy birthday, Father. - Thanks, honey.

Thank you, everyone. To the success of my projects!

I cannot reveal them, but my real friends will be thrilled.

To your projects. Are they top secret?

Tip top.

So I hope I'm a real friend.

Are you happy with your stay?

Thrilled. I'm learning so much.

Really?

The curator is so cooperative.

He likes old stones and pretty women.

Is that true?

I don't let my work invade my private life.

It's why you don't live here?

Perhaps.

The French are well organized.

Very good at creating a pleasant chaos.

Your daughter doesn't know our country.

Forgive her, Commandutore. Her school, her engagement

have prevented her from seeing the world.

Today's world.

A honeymoon in Venice?

True. So, will you bring us your young wife?

Bénédicte will lead us wherever she wishes.

I want Mathyas to show me his country. I don't know Germany either.

Our sun awaits. It shines for everyone.

Maybe not everyone.

- Excuse me. - I was joking.

At times my type likes to impugn the sun.

- How ferocious. - My only luxury.

He sends chills down my spine.

He's a hero.

Obviously. That explains a lot.

May I, madam?

Let's go to the garden.

I'd like to, but not tonight.

You've become a snob.

Your father needs me.

To set the world aright.

- He's a wise man. - A dreamer!

It bothers you he considers me his son?

Yes. Since I brought you here, you've changed.

You're hiding something.

No, I'm not. Now you're the dreamer.

I'll join you shortly.

Love's nice. Healthy.

- Cigar? - I'd love one.

Mérignac?

Madam, I um sure you know Venice.

Naturally.

I've been married. Several times.

Hotel rooms all look alike.

Except the breakfasts. And even then...

You don't like Italians.

I prefer the French.

Not all of them.

I hope not.

Few men boast about being ferocious.

- It was a joke. - I doubt it.

- We know your past. - Future's more interesting.

One possible future; the one we make.

Your confidence flutters me.

Mrs. Murger, us part of her study trip,

wishes to see my sound and light show.

- May I? - Of course.

Show her your work.

Pardon me for not joining you.

Thank you.

That charming German has cast a spell on our curator.

He'll display his every skill.

An exhibitionist.

Only he has nothing to hide.

We wanted to be alone and love made it possible.

Love!

The only word that describes the feeling.

Come, we'll have more privacy.

Gentlemen...

I have some important news for you.

Our friends arrived last night.

This is Heinrich von Moersch,

sent to make contact with us.

A first step.

Soon we can act.

It's nothing. The curator creating some ambiance.

Youngsters go all out to declare their love.

We can't look in there?

It's the Marquis's private property.

What does he do?

Nothing. The Académie Française.

A writer?

Trifles. Political stuff. He's more of a thinker.

Never been in the tower?

It's all sealed off.

We can't go inside?

Tunnels connect it to the chateau.

A hollow terrace overlooks the river.

The ruins were covered.

The tunnels are accessible along the ramparts.

In my archives I have all the old blueprints.

- You'll show me? - At my place.

We won't have time for everything.

Don't forget, men.

Adolf Hitler put it wisely:

"My goal is not to win the masses.

"We must become a minority that takes action.

"An historical minority. There are two possible outcomes.

"Either the enemy tramples us,

"or we trample the enemy."

Dear Adolf.

The Major brings us the National Freedom Front.

He is their mascot.

Vittorio Prozzi represents Italian Nee-Fascism.

A mere handful of men!

Very few Bolsheviks seized power.

Like us, when we took Rome.

Some German youth will join us.

You think so?

All they need is a new Fuhrer.

Easy to invent.

Wrong.

For us, revolution is serious, like war.

No need to invent him.

Adolf Goerman will join us.

Died when Berlin fell.

- Disappeared then. - Of course.

Adolf Goerman, head of Hitler Youth,

escaped the Chancellery just as the Russians stormed it.

He sought shelter in Bavaria, then in Spain,

then South America.

For 15 years, sightings all over

but no proof he exists.

Many men have died to protect him.

But Goerman is alive and ready to join us.

Good news at lust.

For sure, with Goerman...

Where is he?

Here.

Arrived last night from Barcelona.

Heinrich von Moersch, in charge of his security,

can confirm it.

It wasn't easy.

We were followed all the way here.

But we got rid of the last link in the chain.

- You're sure? - He will never speak again.

Who was it?

Russian, Frenchman, Englishman,

German or Israeli, what difference?

Either they trample us or we trample them.

The curator again!

It is time.

Tomorrow we create Great Europe.

Tomorrow we save western civilization from itself.

We build a new world.

A new world order!

How marvellous!

At my place I have stereo, high-fidelity!

I love music.

Ah, Wagner!

Bach!

Yes, Bach! Bach is sublime!

- Do you like Brahms? - Yes!

That's high-fidelity too.

Shame you're sleeping here.

I had no idea the curator was such a handsome man.

And such a good kisser.

Disrespectful Frenchman!

Let me luck respect with you!

Not here.

Tomorrow or your place.

But why tomorrow?

Since Berlin fell, each time I make love outdoors

I feel like I'm being raped.

It's no good.

If Goerman is here, why not discuss with him?

- True. A luck of trust. - No, a lust precaution.

Once I fill him about our meeting, he will see you.

We must act quickly.

The others are coming buck.

Time to split up.

Go next door.

Let them go, then come join me.

- What's wrong? - A traitor among us.

We must act fast.

A traitor?

The worm is in the fruit.

Delightful evening.

The Marquis has a healthy world view.

I prefer Roman architecture to politics.

I thought your thing was cultural exchange.

- Come now... - Just a bit of wit.

We need to talk.

Leave me alone!

Not ashamed?

- No, of what? - Of us.

Go to bed like a good girl.

You can be nasty.

- Sorry. - No, I am.

The blind hear everything.

Your secretary, I assume.

- They have it in for me! - Maybe they like you.

I'm too weak with women.

- She was alone... - You too.

Exactly. She should understand.

She seems to.

We're too good to the stuff.

- What's that? - Shots. Head buck.

- Let's cull the police. - You believe in them?

Maybe it was a suicide.

She'd never have...

More like a hunter.

They shut the gate.

I'll drop you off. Then I'll come have a look.

How kind of you. Don't be reckless.

Catch him!

We have him.

They'll kill him!

Keep quiet...

They'll kill him.

What's going on?

Nothing, an unfortunate incident. There was a prowler.

We tried to scare him off, but Bénédicte took fright.

Feel better, honey?

Much better.

Would you please keep an eye on her,

while I go check outside?

Of course. Come, Bénédicte.

Got him.

I guess he's hit.

This drafty house is full of holes.

Don't be afraid. Don't talk.

I'm lost. You know the secret passages.

Get me out discreetly.

If they find me, it means trouble.

Let's go.

- Lousy night. - Why?

The curator stood you up?

2 years ago in Barcelona, he was already on Goerman's tail.

He didn't know I'd seen him.

- We lost him. - Search!

These stairs!

Too few of us and too many places to hide.

We should have got him.

Marquis, the secretary disappeared too.

He picked the right person to help him!

The only place to nub them is outside.

Let's go.

We're in the moat. Now you can manage on your own.

Nothing to tell Bénédicte?

It's too long to explain.

He can't get out of here alive.

He knows that.

Neither can she. No witnesses!

Don't worry.

Please don't leave me.

Come.

This reminds me of my Army days.

Over there!

- Goodnight and thank you. - Night, Major.

- Nice evening? - Interesting but long.

I made a cassoulet.

I met someone faintly pleasant.

Why not a hula hoop?

I'm serious. That guy in Geneva

was killed in an elevator with a dart.

I'm practicing.

Truth is, I'm bored.

The Chief is squandering our youth.

You said that in Iraq. Then the king was stabbed.

Those were the days.

Glad you enjoyed it.

This doesn't measure up.

Trochu, you have no polish.

Maybe, but I have flair.

With your flair,

you didn't smell the secret agents at the chateau?

A little sugar and they come buzzing.

The sugar is named Adolf Goerman.

- Dead. - In the chateau.

- See him? - I'm blind. A blind spy.

The Chief's idea.

Wounded warriors inspire confidence.

There was a fight.

- Who? - No idea. Mérignac's not curious.

- Shall we go? - Too risky now.

I went to keep the Marquis' trust.

Damn!

Finally!

Here? You're crazy!

What is it?

The police.

No, not the police.

Put me through to H.

How could she do this to me?

Major Dromard?

You shouldn't have.

Not me. I'm innocent.

We all are. All it takes is one bud mood.

- You have my word of honor. - Then I believe you.

We'll go see the DA.

Hurry, I'm waiting.

Did you touch anything?

Did she have any other clothes?

Strange, isn't it?

And you saw no one?

The poor girl just collapsed, dead.

Will I be a suspect?

I'm afraid so.

I liked that girl a lot.

You were sleeping with her.

Unfavorable circumstance, but I believe you.

The DA is intelligent. We'll explain. I'll persuade him.

How can I thunk you?

On the way buck, you seemed understanding.

- I culled you first. - It's not over yet.

- I wanted to tell you now. - Thank me later.

I know you're the DA.

No problem, sir...

I'll send a detective to the chateau.

I'll see to Mr. Mérignac personally.

With all the respect his position deserves.

Don't worry, sir.

I realize Mérignac is your friend.

Goodbye, sir.

We'll deal with the curator.

Miss Abadie lived in the curators premises.

It was his choice.

You changed your stuff recently.

Some of them. Those who live in the chateau.

None of them has a connection

with Miss Abadie?

Not that I know of.

Who else was here?

I had guests.

An Italian businessman.

A German architect.

Mérignac asked to invite her.

She's hereto study our sound and light shows.

That's still what we do best.

Adolf Hitler put it nicely:

"France will be a Luna Park."

There was your daughter and future son-in-law.

That's right. My future son-in-law left for a while.

You covered the body?

Why?

- Touch anything? - No, Captain.

And the weapon?

I didn't touch it. It stayed in her buck.

No one came in?

No, I'd locked the door.

Where did you put the knife?

I don't understand.

- Goulet! - Yes, Captain?

- Search the apartment. - Yes, sir.

You still claim the knife stayed in the wound?

Of course! The Major saw it too!

Sorry, I'm losing my head.

How do you explain the missing knife?

- Impossible. - I agree.

The killer came when we were with the DA?

There's no sign of forced entry.

Let's start over from the beginning, okay?

- Miss Abadie was your friend, right? - Well...

Yes or no?

- You know... - I don't know. Explain.

Excuse me for interrupting,

but I must say that I witnessed a quarrel.

Mr. de Mérignac did not wish to continue.

Dumping her, I see.

Her social status bothered him.

Understandable. When was this quarrel?

As we left the chateau.

This evening.

- And then? - Then he drove me home.

He mentioned his desire to terminate a tiresome idyll.

- A figure of speech! - I understood.

This is all very good.

So Miss Abadie comes to your place,

in a night gown, of course.

She rings.

You answer. Then what?

- She dropped dead. - Suddenly?

She came stabbed in the back?

Suicide maybe. What do you think?

I don't know.

You must admit,

the circumstances are not in your favor.

If you hadn't given me your word...

I have his word, Captain.

- That counts. - Really?

Miss Abadie was jealous.

The curator is brilliant.

Very kind to women.

He tossed his hankie elsewhere. It's an image.

Marquis!

They arrested the curator.

Mérignac? Why?

For killing Monique.

The two of them kissed in every turret.

Can I tell you? Policemen are all...

Enough, Chauvet.

The police have reasons we don't know.

Arresting the innocent helps society.

In the meantime, let's temporarily suspend all visits.

As a protest.

Yes, sir.

Why are you here? Not very smart.

- Is he here? - Let me go ask him!

Hypocrite! Not even blind! Snake!

Always the same thing. Never honest!

- I'm honest. - Like in Port Said.

We saved your skin.

Before you got dishonored. Again.

You left with the papers I had to give you.

- All in a day's work, Gretchen. - Eggs?

You know where you can stick them?

Well done!

Boris, all these dirty tricks are silly.

- Listen, Gretchen... - It's not Gretchen!

You're touchy for a German spy.

After all these years...

Pains in the neck.

As stupid us ever. Both of you!

Now tell me what you're doing here.

Without Mérignac, nothing to do at the chateau.

What did you want at the chateau?

A new life.

Clean, healthy, dedicated to art.

I was looking for Goerman. We had an agent on him.

We were supposed to liaise there.

But no news.

We found his cur in the river, with his body inside.

- Tell me... - Yes?

Poor Mérignac couldn't have killed a woman.

So why arrest him?

See this knife you're using?

It's the one I removed from the victim's body.

The missing knife gets him arrested.

If we hadn't found a criminal immediately,

the chateau would be full of police.

Goerman wouldn't come. Logical.

Bread and butter?

No thanks.

Can't you afford a maid?

The one in Tangiers lasted a week.

She sprinkled our omelets with arsenic.

Why kill Monique Abadie? Who did it?

Maybe she saw something she shouldn't have.

I heard shots as I left the chateau.

Who was being fired at?

No, but you'll tell me.

Mathyas.

Interesting.

He's disappeared since. Left on a trip.

- You don't know why? - No idea.

You know nothing. You know when Goerman arrives?

Are you telling me the truth?

Word of honor.

Hello, Major.

I must speak to you urgently.

In private.

Trochu...

Leave us.

- There was a traitor among us. - Impossible.

Mathyas, my own future son-in-law.

No one can be trusted.

A spy from the East. Von Moersch unmasked him.

I couldn't tell you earlier. Too risky.

Police all over. We haven't found the body.

He couldn't have gone fur. The moat or a bush.

Mérignac's arrest made it easier.

As of now, two precautions must be taken.

First, come to the chateau less frequently.

Second, Goerman is no longer safe there.

Heinrich von Moersch will leave with him tonight.

That seems sensible.

I was hoping you'd approve.

- And Monique Abadie? - Quite unfortunate.

But an indispensable precaution.

Poor Mérignac!

I fear he was the victim of a tragic mistake.

Ah, it's you who...

We needed a quick arrest.

A hunting knife would have called attention to the chateau.

Yes, but how did you see it?

- See what? - This knife.

Trochu, of course.

Good old Trochu.

Goodbye, Major.

Rest up and await my instructions.

Goodbye, Villemaur. Thank you.

Trochu!

Marquis?

Thank you.

For the knife?

Least I could do.

Thank you all the some.

He tried to trick us.

He's leaving.

Fortunately I overheard.

If you overheard, Gretchen...

Gretchen overheard too. And your word of honor?

- It just came out. - Rotten bastard.

You hid your involvement.

Goerman came and you hid it! What about von Moersch?

What did I ever do?

You drugged us in London,

and passed info into East Germany.

We were in bed!

Please.

Goerman maybe leaving and we're bantering.

- So, what do we do? - Go get him.

The chateau is maze-like.

I know one of the secret entrances.

We can try.

But...

how do you know?

Mérignac.

So that was it.

Of course.

You arrested him when he was about to give me

the blueprints of the secret passages.

But...

I play fair. I'll show you the way in.

Of course. She can't go alone.

- Enough, adjutant! - Come on.

But...

don't be foolish.

I'll leave you at the entrance.

Well, well.

She'll outlive us all.

There it is...

Good luck.

Ever read Fantomas?

That's dirty.

There's no trusting anyone, Major!

Traitors, the whole lot!

Neither blind nor honest.

You won't make it out alive.

- Delightful prospect. - That's underground wars for you.

You can't make it out!

You're stuck, Dromard. Surrender.

You owe us an explanation.

Hurry!

Start explaining, Dromard. Immediately!

We want you alive.

I mean, alive for the time being.

There is no way out.

Go on.

That serves no purpose.

Trochu.

Run, Major!

Where are you?

Run, dammit!

Run!

I'm coming.

Get the other one!

Get him!

I need both of them!

Both!

Trochu?

Who's he?

The Meier's adjutant.

He'll have to speak for both of them.

Poor Trochu...

In his own way, he wasn't a bud guy.

Don't assume he's dead.

It might be better.

He won't talk.

You think it would help?

Gretchen, I have to get him out.

How? If you cull for help, it'll be too lute.

I'll call the police.

You won't get permission.

I couldn't cure less.

Just goes to show. The French are not serious.

Trochu was with me. Italy, Germany, Indochina.

And now in Intelligence. He saved my life 10, 20 times.

So what? What is your life worth? And his?

And mine?

We're already dead. You know it.

They erase an ID number.

Blot out a name, real or fake.

As if we never existed.

I'm trying to console you.

The cops won't buy it.

In Villemaur they will. No need of the others.

If you cull the police, we'll lose track of Goerman.

Track?

Not a trace of him under the chateau.

I'll take the risk.

I don't want to.

What will you do?

- I'll go to the chateau. - Mad girl!

No, you're persona non gram.

But the charming woman from Bonn

is beyond reproach.

- To each his own. - They'll make minced meat of you.

It's full of men there.

And men...

are my specialty.

You'll seduce the Marquis?

Maybe the Marquis.

Maybe von Moersch. Who knows?

Maybe even Goerman.

Goerman... Von Moersch...

The Marquis.

Yes, yes... of course...

Natürlich.

Lift him some more.

He's heavy.

I'll strain my back.

No, old chap. Nice and easy.

One... two.

There!

To think they force us to use such methods!

They're criminals.

He fainted. Of no use.

Wait until he comes to. He'll be more malleable.

Believe me, I'm used to this.

Dinner time!

Finally. I was hungry.

You could wait for me!

Nothing's changed. They don't get it.

The whole world is against us.

And all I want is to save those fools!

I'll make them see the real problems. Hear me?

The happiness of the world!

It's awful. My father has gone mud.

The man they caught is Trochu.

They tortured him.

Are you sure Dromard got away?

Positive. They're furious.

Fine.

No! I can't take it!

If I hadn't found you, you'd be dead.

- It's like war, Mathyas. - It is war, Bénédicte.

War never ends. It begun 10,000 years ago.

For people like you.

Cruel... liars...

You lied to me first.

I was sincere.

I tried to be.

You used me to reach my father.

Why?

I'm Russian. I work for Russia. It's only normal.

You could be a Russian architect, professor, doctor!

A Russian said; "The world needs everything."

A French proverb. You build the Eiffel tower?

Let's not talk politics.

Kiss me.

I like holding you.

How can I believe you?

You know...

for us, being sincere... is a kind of suicide.

Nevertheless,

I love you.

Sincerely.

Why do you sound so sod?

For me, it's a new feeling.

It's like a bud omen.

How can you say that? Like you're afraid to be happy.

Happiness...

I never gave it much thought.

Give me time to get used to it.

Let's run away now!

Where? To Moscow?

Anywhere.

You wanted to lust night. You were fed up too.

True.

You're better now.

I have to see that guy, Bénédicte.

Who? Dromard's friend?

We can't just let him die.

So it will all start over.

Mérignac was a perfect suspect.

The case was going well.

His arrest went smoothly.

All we needed was a sentence.

I'd gotten used to him. We got along.

- Always complications! - You have Villemaur.

Marquis, Academician... who can we trust?

Excuse me, but you'll take lull responsibility?

Don't worry.

What a world. The blind aren't blind,

the innocent guilty, the guilty innocent,

spies in the streets.

We kill and torture as if justice didn't exist.

And you say don't worry.

Wonderful.

Send me Mérignac right away.

I have no desire to keep Mérignac.

We have a deal? No missteps.

I want Adjutant Trochu alive.

Your barriers must be impermeable.

Neither Goerman nor anyone else must puss through.

Starting tonight, the chateau must be surrounded.

I'll see to everything.

I risk ridicule, early retirement,

mass disapproval, but...

don't worry.

Mind your manners!

It was just to wake you up.

Untie me instead.

Let's chat first.

I'm not very comfortable.

- Don't you ever hurry? - There's no rush.

- So you're a Ruskie. - Yes, and you, French Intel.

Can't keep a secret.

I should have guessed.

Dromard, former officer...

monocle. Pure Deuxiéme Bureau.

Why refuse to talk?

And tell them what? The truth?

They'd have laughed and kept on playing.

Or else...

No more interest. Put yourself in their shoes.

You want Goerman?

Seems so.

You too?

But von Moersch spotted me.

Rotten luck. We thought you'd drowned.

I can swim. Then the Marquis' daughter hid me.

They won't look here.

We tried to rescue you.

If I believed you, I'd be moved.

We're on the some case.

Let's team up. Words alone won't persuade them.

Spooks of the world... unite!

Come see!

- What is it? - An explosion.

Don't get too close.

He stopped at the sign. No time to get out.

That must be him there!

They took my keys.

Was it tough?

No reason to be nice.

Come.

- What did you say? - I screamed at them.

At the top of my lungs.

The Vietnamese were good interrogators.

Moersch comes in a very close second.

But he lost his touch.

How did you escape?

By Mathyas. He's Russian, by the way.

We held a summit conference.

No sign of Goerman?

No, but I said we'd be back tonight.

It's the case.

We don't have to. My word means nothing to me.

We do have to. I spoke.

- To who? - The police.

So we're done for.

You didn't do it for me.

What would you have done?

It's different.

It's not. You see...

What will the chief say?

What is it?

I locked up Gretchen to avoid a bigger mess.

- She may be sleeping. - Alone? I doubt it.

"Greetings from Bismarck.

"L left you sum odds and ends." Lousy speller.

"...which may disappear. Your Erika forever."

Big heart.

But how did she get out?

Maybe by the window.

That would be too nice.

She took the elevator.

- Where to? - The chateau.

That doll's got nerve.

Too much.

Much too much.

Mrs. Murger!

What is she doing here?

Pretty woman, isn't she?

Often the most dangerous.

I have no problem with danger.

Open up.

Did you miss your plane?

- I hope so for us. - I canceled my departure.

Fetch her bags and pay for her taxi.

It's my pleasure.

I hope there's no problem.

Yes.

Some very serious news...

I wanted to share with you.

Go ahead.

When is your daughter's fiancé coming buck, Mathyas Fischer?

Not for several days at least.

- It's best he doesn't. - I don't understand.

When you introduced me to him,

I had a doubt, an impression.

Well, well... a doubt...

I asked one of my friends.

Now I'm sure of it.

He's a notorious adventurer.

He was sentenced in my country.

It would bring sorrow to your family.

Poor Bénédicte!

Shall I speak to her? Prepare her for this?

We'll discuss this later.

Jean will see you to your room.

A one-franc tip.

- Two. - One.

- Two. - Okay, three.

I'm happy to have you back. I really um.

When we live in distrust and doubt,

how nice to meet someone trustworthy!

Your eyes are an open book!

- Dromard? - Perfect.

Excellent fireworks.

Least I could do.

I appreciate a job well done.

Isn't it dangerous to have a witness here?

- You're suspicious. - Justifiably.

Mathyas, a Soviet spy. Dromard, a French one.

They're gone.

A few good men is enough to lead sheep.

Others will come. I have responsibilities.

I want no risks.

You and your precious companion

will have a safe hideout.

Await my orders. There's no danger.

All the more reason not to have witnesses.

Besides the Italian, everyone has betrayed you.

It's lonely at the top.

From the summit whence the eagle flies,

there are few superior men.

Not to say you mustn't take precautions.

It's even an order.

So we agree.

Even for Mrs. Murger?

Of course. Even for her.

Sure Dromard is dead?

Unless there was a miracle.

So go buck.

No... what for?

To make sure there was no miracle. I want no witnesses.

- What do we bet? - Your life.

What do we do?

We puck.

We kill the witnesses and leave.

With the Marquis?

He wants to be alone on the summits.

- What? - Forget it.

Once I had the proof, I had you freed.

About time. I doubted my country's justice.

No, no. You mustn't!

Give him a drink.

- Not too much! - Just liquor.

When I ended up in prison, it all made sense.

A little more.

The Courrier de Lyon, Monte-Cristo, Jean Valjean,

the Duke of Enghien were all in my cell,

crying.

Cheer up.

Just a few mistakes.

We always hope to be released but...

And the Marquis...

Is a criminal.

And he's so rich...

Incredible. Everything...

your mission, your blindness, this conspiracy...

We need you.

All of this has sort of discouraged me.

They've got their hands on Erika Murger.

What? File a complaint!

He got it.

A police raid is planned.

Why so lute? Go now!

They won't leave before tonight. They may kill her...

if we storm in. We have to be discreet.

We need the blueprints for the secret passages.

- I'll get them. - We'll come along.

We'll stick together.

They nabbed her in front of us. Right, Major?

Your arrest was a big shock for her.

Poor thing!

She shouted "Hubert!"

- Trochu! - Sir?

The wutchfulness committee is here.

That one is mine.

Feel better already?

The mere sight of him.

Why not take the back stairs?

The stairs? Oh yes.

Gretchen has good ideas.

It won't be long.

How's your health?

Not great.

Come on. We'll cure you.

What floor?

Bastard!

He shouldn't have done that.

No one else?

Just this sicko. Do we kill him?

- You can't kill a man in cold blood. - Why waste my anger?

- They'll run. - Someone screamed!

It's nothing. Let's go.

That way.

Start it right away.

Sure? Everything?

- Music too? - To warn Dromard.

- Ready? - Yes.

Action!

And Wagner? Now!

It's warming up.

Hurry up, dammit!

There.

I knew they'd come.

I didn't see Raymond...

He's not usually lute.

It's impossible to leave by cur.

We're surrounded.

With the tunnels, you can make it past them.

And me?

The mediocre serve the cause best dead.

Only Goerman matters.

They escape and we remove all the traces.

Show some courage!

Mrs. Murger was locked up.

She'll join us for the end.

Now we have our heroine!

Why not surrender?

A little national ignominy but...

we can fight afterwards.

Something must outlive us.

Our idea, our ideal. Our emblem.

Flags require bloodshed.

We're dead. The exits must be blocked.

Only he can lead us through the tunnels.

Getting caught is out of the question.

Hold them up, then join us.

You can count on me!

- Let's go. - It's not the plan.

- We're improvising. - So drive.

Shame. Universal dishonor.

We're heading for disaster.

If nothing happens, what about the Marquis?

Arrest him for murder.

- You're some joker. - I'm not joking.

- There's a woman in danger. - A woman?

My God, what an adventure!

Major!

I had to set it off.

We surprised them anyway. Get the police captain.

I want Goerman too.

All right?

All right. We'll square up after.

I was told he was dead. Same for you.

We'll explain later.

Have you seen Erika Murger?

No, Dromard.

There's no one else upstairs.

They took her. We still have time.

Come.

STOP

Come now.

Freeze!

Defending Goerman, murderer and war criminal?

Enough with your war. I was 4 when it ended.

I'm defending my father.

I don't want Mathyas outside. He'll be killed.

You and your puppy love!

- Careful, she'll shoot. - So what?

Uplifting, right?

Go on, Captain. Arrest her.

Bénédicte? What's the charge?

Making death threats, obviously.

- What's buck here? - A tunnel entrance.

Things are picking up.

I hate being shot at.

How surprising.

- Gunshots? - No, a flat tire, idiot!

Take her in.

Show me the blueprints.

I'll see to the Marquis.

We'll break into groups and weed them out.

Tower, ruins or service quarters.

It will be difficult... and dangerous.

So?

He's up there.

We looked everywhere. No one.

Maybe there's another way out.

The service quarters, but unlikely.

Because there's no one left in the ruins.

Don't shoot!

- Who's he? - Prozzi.

Never heard of him. No one ever tells me anything.

Not a thing.

Goerman, come down!

Hear me, Goerman? Surrender!

Villemaur.

The Marquis?

Goerman was the Marquis?

It's impossible.

Erika.

It was him or me.

Quick decision.

Find us von Moersch.

What were you doing there?

This madman locked me there.

And he tried to strangle me.

That's all.

This time I was afraid.

Finally.

I'd like to have taken him alive.

Goerman died in 1945.

In Berlin.

In the Chancellery with Hitler.

I threw gas on his body

and set it on fire.

We've searched for 16 years.

Why keep his legend alive?

As long us I represented Goerman, I was somebody.

I thought the struggle could continue.

Then Israeli commandos came after me.

All I had to do was survive.

Madmen like the Marquis helped me.

He believed in his revolution.

You're a soldier, Dromard.

I'll give you the list of his contacts the world over.

There are more of them than you think.

All of them, like the Marquis,

GIG amateurs.

Goerman was someone.

Those were the good old days.

What if he was lying,

if Goerman was here and escaped?

The Marquis saw him?

We'll never know.

The Marquis is dead. Von Moersch won't change his story.

Who killed the Marquis?

I did.

Self-defense, of course.

He tried to strangle me.

Fine with me.

You saw nothing?

I fainted.

What a surprise.

And the Ruskie?

I had him taken to the chateau.

The Marquis is dead.

You scared me.

You don't care?

You tell me now that it's over?

I said to wait for me!

No more secrets, you swear?

Word of honor.

I refuse to see that.

No way!

No way!

Don't take offense.

And let me tell you something.

We're not reputable folk.

Subtitles; Andrew Litvack

Subtitling; C.M.C.