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Shit !

I never experienced that before.

Me neither.

I have to say that I haven't experienced much.

Am I your first ?

Yes.

Well almost.

No matter.

I didn't think it could exist.

What ?

That !

Will we meet again ?

You no longer live in Villeneuve ?

Yes.

But...

It's your time with the Boche that scares you ?

A little.

Oh ! Sorry. Excuse me.

Ah ! No no no no.

It us who...

Regarding the Miliciens...

nothing to report last night ?

Uh, no.

Well... one of the guys who got roughed up...

Alban's his name.

He's got sore ribs.

So he didn't sleep last night.

Ah, yes, and Suzanne was looking for you, too.

Good.

See you later.

Uh... I'll send some guys to relieve you.

Who's this Suzanne ?

She's...

She's... A comrade in the struggle.

A great R�sistante.

I don't get the impression she resisted you much.

Listen...

Suzanne...

She's my problem.

Are you really with her ?

And you ?

Are you free ?

Yes.

Of course we'll meet again !

Well...

if you feel like it.

Of course.

But...

I need to tell you something.

I'm Alban's sister.

Go away !

It doesn't change what I've felt since last night.

Oh yes ! What we both feel.

Yes... it's the...

beginning of a great love.

Antoine, I beg you... Get out, damn it !

After the Court Martial...

If I see you around...

I'll have you arrested.

What do you need for a firing squad, one shooter per condemned ?

Oh no ! At least three.

Three ! Between those who miss, and those who chicken out !

With 15 condemned, that's 45. We'll never find 45 people to shoot.

Well, we must shoot them in batches, then.

4 or 5 at a time.

I'd have preferred a good salvo. Then we're rid of them.

So find 45 guys.

And if we pay them ?

Money won't make them aim.

And then... people who aren't used to it, generally don't.

Would you do it ?

A Pr�fet doesn't have to do that.

No... what's needed are hardened R�sistants.

Who've already killed.

They ought to exist in Villeneuve, right ?

Yes, but not 45.

Listen, I'll leave the details to you. Let's talk about food.

We absolutely have to...

It's my wife.

Do you want me to come with you ?

No no.

Prepare me a memo on food stocks, for the Council at 10 am.

What's happened ?

I don't know.

I found him like this.

All stiff.

My alarm didn't go off.

My poor thing. I'm sorry for you.

It's my fault.

It's my fault.

I should have slept in his room.

I knew it.

I knew, but I was so tired.

Don't say that.

There's nothing you could do. You've tried everything.

I should have stayed here.

He was very weak, Lucienne.

I should have stayed here.

That's true.

Now that he's gone, I must tell you...

Docteur Larcher told me he had no chance.

His lungs were very damaged.

Why didn't he say that to me ?

He tried, but he wanted to spare you. I understand that.

What you've experienced is really hard.

I can't...

believe it.

Tell me he's going to wake up !

Do you want me to leave you alone so that you can...

Watch over him... in peace.

Yes.

I'll bring you candles and incense.

I'll leave you.

My thoughts are with you.

Did you sleep well ?

Divinely, if I may say so.

And David ? He's still sleeping.

Can I go see him ? But let him sleep.

There's no more coffee, but there are two apples.

Shall we share them ? Thank you.

What is your prayer about ?

I don't know. I don't speak Hebrew.

I learned the prayers phonetically last year.

What's the point of praying, if you don't understand what you're saying ?

He understands.

Do you really believe that ?

I don't know.

It does me good to pray in Hebrew.

And then...

in Palestine I'll have to speak the language.

You plan to go to Palestine ? As soon as I can.

What an incredible adventure, a land without people for a people without a land.

It would please me very much to grow fruit in the desert.

Can you imagine ?

Fruits in the desert...

From a place like this, it's true, it's tempting.

You could come.

To Palestine ?

Why not ?

You're alone with a child...

Me too.

We could be a family.

But... we barely know each other.

We've all our lives to get to know each other.

I don't believe in God, Ezekiel.

I don't care. Me too.

Besides, I haven't believed for the last two years.

It's not in God that we should believe...

It's in the luck which brought us together.

Papa...

David is hot, very hot, I think.

He has a fever. Over 39, I'm sure.

We've nothing here except a thermometer.

The pharmacies are empty or closed.

Blanchon's in a queer state, eh ?

He must have prayed too loudly.

What's Antoine up to ?

He'll come. Well yes, but...

Do you know where Antoine is ? You think I've nothing else to do ?

Have you contacted B�riot's assistant ?

About what's to happen after the trial ?

We won't talk about that now.

I should point out there are Yanks back there.

They're taking notes.

You're here, anyway.

Well then, where were you ?

In the maquis.

Everyone's asking if it's continuing, or over. If what's over ?

The war.

Where did you sleep ?

At a friends.

Did it go well with Christine ?

Yes, yes. She'll recover.

In fact I'm glad my mistake's sorted It's been irking me for a long time.

Ah, that's the girl who was at the Ball last night.

And you're continuing to ogle.

And she's ogling you too. Do you know her, or what ?

I must have encountered her. I don't know where, no matter.

I must tell her you're off limits.

Good day, Docteur.

You wouldn't have an aspirin by any chance ?

You know, aspirin, in these times is a rarer than rare commodity.

Oh, misery.

I declare that the hearing the Court Martial, is open.

Victor Mariani.

Born the 23rd of December, 1924.

I'm innocent.

And... and I regret what I did.

Excuse me, but before examining the case of Victor...

I have a statement to make.

Do you want to do that when you plead ? Because the clock's ticking.

And so ?

There's a time limit ?

No but... nobody wants this to last forever.

Starting with your clients, I suppose.

My clients !

My clients, whatever they've done, have the right to a just trial...

and democratic.

This is what Pr�fet B�riot promised me.

It's obviously the only condition I accepted to defend them.

Where are you getting at ?

This is a Court Martial. It's democratic.

How dare you say that ?

When the sentence of "Death for All" has already been decided.

What is this fable ?

I say here, loud and clear, in front of everyone..

before the representatives of the American Army...

That Pr�fet B�riot yesterday ordered 14 coffins from the Schwartz sawmill.

14 defendants...

14 coffins.

And you dare talk to us... of a democratic process ?

It's a delaying tactic.

This is to delay the trial.

I have it from the mouth of Madame Schwartz herself.

You mean Widowed Madame Chassagne ?

Must we listen to the ravings of a notorious Collaborator ?

I affirm that Pr�fet B�riot ordered 14 coffins, to be paid for at 10 am with petrol.

It's easy to verify.

This trial is not a trial.

It's a comedy or rather a tragedy.

A denial of justice.

You want to kill them all ?

Then go ahead.

You don't need a lawyer for that.

Larcher Collabo !

I'm sure this is a misunderstanding...

That we're going to clarify...

as soon as possible with Pr�fet B�riot.

The hearing is suspended.

I thought you'd an agreement with Schwartz ! Yes, but not with Jeanine.

She got scared, I don't know why.

Why did you need to order coffins ?

A mass grave is good enough for these vermin.

Orders are to give the bodies to the families.

In any case, Larcher is really a shit stirrer.

In addition to being a Collabo. On the contrary I find him dignified... humane.

Get over to Schwartz's immediately.

If he and Jeanine don't testify, within the hour, that I ordered the planks...

for a dividing wall. It's prison for her...

and for him it's expropriation and requisition of the mill. Clear ?

Go before Larcher goes and checks for himself.

Do I still collect the planks ?

Obviously ! The carpenter expects them at 11 am, on the dot.

That will work for the gallery.

But it won't suffice for Larcher and the Americans.

No, indeed.

I'm afraid that to convince everyone, there's only one solution

We must spare some of the accused.

What !

It's the only way to prove, once and for all, that the verdict wasn't settled.

You want us to have a real trial now ?

No question of that. The execution must be at 1.30 as planned.

So what ? So you choose, I don't know...

3, 4 or 5 who won't face the execution squad, it's simple.

No, wait, this is getting out of hand !

Liquidate them together and in one place, I agreed with that.

But we can't start playing with lives in a lottery !

We've no choice. We have to convince the Americans.

You always have a choice !

I'm not participating in these pre-war shenanigans.

The Defeat, the Occupation, has it taught you nothing ?

Yes.

To be wary of ready-made ideas, and too-great ideals.

But you still have room for manoeuvre.

Anyway, I'm resigning.

We can't leave the boat in midstream.

We're engaged in something, we must go all the way.

Frankly, I no longer know that.

Don't you understand what game's being played here ?

It's not the skin of 3 or 4 guys we don't give a damn about...

it's which France we're building, Antoine...

the France of the schemers...

the political combinations, the moral compromises.

Eh ? That's what led us to the disaster...

Or the France we dreamed of...

when we risked our skin every day.

I resign. Anselme, please, stay !

Go to the devil !

Good !

Resignation of the President is covered in the texts.

The Texts ! Antoine can replace him.

I name Victor Dupuys, my assistant, 3rd member of the Court Martial.

In any case, he'll sign the Minutes.

Except that you submit a little easily to American pressure, Monsieur le Pr�fet.

I don't know if you're aware, but it's them liberating France.

Thanks to the efforts of Soviet troops in the east. No doubt.

But it's the Americans liberating us, and they who'll help us rebuild.

Now, the appearance of democracy is essential for them. So we've no choice.

We must spare 3 or 4 !

Well, which ones ?

On what principle ?

In a case like this, one acts.

And then one finds a principle to justify ones action.

Listen !

Let's start by seeing who can be set aside.

Then we'll see if can be done. It doesn't harm to look.

What would make sense...

and be defensible...

is to take the last recruits to the Milice...

the youngest, those with no blood on their hands.

Why didn't we do this before ?

Because the context has changed. That's politics.

No offense to Anselme...

adapt to the context.

Yes...

Well, there are limits.

Four of the accused entered the Milice less than a month ago.

Anatole Durand, Emile Grant, Ursule Mankovsky, Victor Maruani.

They're less than 20 years old. They've no blood on their hands.

So...

It's these four you would set aside.

Yeah !

There needs to be another. We can't just consider the date of entry into the Milice.

And... it's too mechanical.

Frankly, the others...

aren't saveable.

There would possibly be...

the famous Alban.

Alban !

He killed two children in cold blood before our eyes. But he also saved us all.

Me, you. Over a hundred people.

Including 40 armed R�sistants.

Anselme said he did it to save his skin.

Regardless, it did it.

Victim of the STO. He killed people under orders.

He saved others. It's arguable.

You missed your calling as a lawyer.

Well, listen ! For the four I agree, but not for Alban.

We're surely not going to spare a child killer ?

Victor will obviously abstain. So you're the only two to vote.

It takes a majority to sentence someone to death.

The fate of Alban depends on you, Antoine.

Death or not ?

Docteur Larcher is busy with the trial.

At Docteur Mah�'s there were more than 50 people waiting...

Did you go to see the Americans ? They don't look after the French.

Everyone made it clear David's one small child among all the others...

in a world at war.

He's boiling. He's breathing badly.

A nurse told me he must drink. I gave him some water...

he vomited it.

And then afterwards...

he coughed without being able to stop.

I don't know what to give him.

Sophie... make the bed. Were going to put him to bed.

It's essential to reduce the fever.

Maybe we could pray ?

Yes...

you're right, Sophie. We're going to pray.

I don't believe, Ezekiel !

But what do you risk ?

If there's nothing up there...

you'll just lose a little time, that's all.

Does he have any time ? Calm down.

Try to believe while we're praying.

But, Papa...

we don't know a prayer for the sick.

The New Testament.

We'll surely find one there.

But, that's the life of Jesus, isn't it Christian ? Jesus was Jewish.

Sophie... begin with the Evening Prayer.

In French ? In French.

Praise to you, Lord, our God...

Ruler of the Universe...

who closes my eyes with sleep...

and slumber on...

Under my eyelids.

Under my eyelids.

Lord my God, and God of my fathers...

allow me to lie down in peace...

That's it. I've got one.

We need the name of the father.

The name ? Yes, his first name, or whatever.

Jean. Jean !

As in the Evangelist. That's good.

Prayer for David.

Son of Jean and Rita.

If one among you be afflicted, let him pray...

If one among you be joyful, let him sing the canticles...

If one among you be sick...

let him call for the elders of the church...

and let them pray over him...

anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord.

The prayer of faith shall save the sick...

and the Lord shall raise him up...

and if he have committed sins...

they shall be forgiven him.

The Court.

After having deliberated...

and taking into account Articles 32, 35 and 36...

and following the Ordinance of the 22nd of June, 1944,

the Provisional Government of the French Republic...

in respect of Article 75 of the Criminal Code...

declares guilty of Treason...

Alain Blanchon...

Anatole Galtier...

Andr� Poumanac...

Serge Gerbisier...

Rudolph Gerbisier...

Sauveur Quartier...

Desir� Dupont...

Basile Dumesnil...

Atanase Janpolsky...

and condemns them to death.

They will be executed this day.

Alban Lubac...

Victor Maruani...

Anatole Durand...

Emile Grant...

Ursule Mankovsky...

were acquitted of the charge of Treason

and are remanded to a later trial...

for Complicity in crimes by an Organized Group

The hearing is adjourned.

You ordered those 14 coffins, didn't you ?

What does it matter now ?

Anyway I wanted to thank you for all that you did.

Are you joking ? No.

You're one of the few these days to show proof of humanity...

and a sense of the general interest.

It's people like you that I Need.

In this case, you should have postponed the trial. It was impossible.

You have to give something to the people.

So you give them blood.

Or rather a sense of justice.

This is anything but justice.

But what counts...

Larcher...

for the people, is the impression.

Would you agree...

under certain conditions, to work with me for the recovery of Villeneuve ?

But I'm a Collabo, B�riot.

I even surprised at not yet being arrested.

No one will be arrested without my consent.

Think about it.

Even beyond the fate of Hortense, it's in your interest.

Go in peace... Monsieur !

You aim at the body...

not the head.

Understood ?

Amen.

And if you don't feel like it, now's the time to say so.

I bless you my son, go in peace.

I don't understand why you released Alban from this lot.

Is it because you were with him last year ?

You feel close to him, is that it ? I don't want to talk about it.

Well, I want to talk about it.

Not agreeing isn't serious, if we talk about it.

You particularly wanted Alban here, or what ? No.

No more than the others. So what's it to you, that he's not ?

It's not him that interests me, it's you.

On this point I don't understand you, and I need to.

Excuse me.

Go ahead guys.

I wanted to thank you both for your work.

I'm not happy that I've done it. All the more credit to you.

Can I have a word ?

Ah, it's a secret now !

Just like in the Party !

As you wish.

Would you direct the Villeneuve police, at least for a while ?

Ah, better and better !

The police are like trash collectors... or undertakers...

We need them, but you don't have to be one.

What's gone on recently...

doesn't detract from our mission to restore the rule of law.

But we don't your rule of law. Don't you understand ?

What we want is a republic...

where people can speak directly without intermediaries of your sort.

Basically, Anselme is right.

No-one would have more legitimacy than you, Antoine.

And I think you're made for it.

I accept.

What ?

This can't be true ! You can't become a cop.

When do I start ?

Now, directing the execution. I think they're ready.

Very good.

Antoine, what's happened to you ? I want to take responsibility.

But not like this !

Platoon !

Attention !

Take position.

Load your weapons.

Do you have a last wish ?

Miliciens !

On my command

One...

two...

three.

On our knees, we took this oath

As Miliciens to die singing,

If necessary, for the New France !

Loving glory and grandeur

All united by the same fervour

We vow to rebuild France

On our knees, we took this oath.

The savior of immortal France

Made shine a radiant ideal

What do we do ?

The victor of Verdun calls us

Wait to the end ?

I don't know.

We reply: "Present!" to the Mar�chal !

It's their last wish ! Get on with it, Antoine.

Antoine, get on with it !

We're not going to shoot singing guys, though.

It's the song of the Cohorts.

The Anthem of the Milice. We're not waiting through six verses.

What ? Shit ! You can't shoot singing guys !

When they're singing that song, we must.

Go Antoine. Get it over with.

Squad, at my command !

We can't hear you Antoine.

Squad, at my command !

Can't we wait until the end of the song ?

Israel, ignoble filth

Disgusted, France vomits you out

On our knees we took this oath

I can't !

As Miliciens to die singing

I can't !

If necessary for New France !

Give me your gun.

Loving glory and grandeur

You were told to take aim ! Are you deaf ?

All united by the same fervour

Where's the spirit of the R�sistance ?

We vow to rebuild France

Squad take aim !

On our knees we took this oath.

A woman !

B�riot, you can't let this happen !

Take aim, for God's sake !

B�riot ! We've the right to die like men.

When it came to killing, it didn't bother you that they were women !

And you know what, Blanchon ?

The women of the R�sistance have a message for you.

At my command

Fire !

If one among you be joyful.

I think the fever's fallen a little.

Let him sing canticles.

If one among you be sick

Let him call for the elders of the church

You can stop, Sophie.

David is getting better.

He's smiling.

You see !

Doesn't it make you believe a little ?

In God ?

No.

In you.

Perhaps.

Are you better, darling ?

For him to get better, he must eat.

And we've nothing.

I'll go into town, in search of earthly food.

Are you coming, Sophie, or will you stay ? No, no, I'm going with you.

Here.

Give him some water anyway.

Holy ?

See you soon.

Come on !

I don't know what to do anymore.

If I don't talk about you, I feel like I'm lying.

And if I talk about you...

it messes everything up.

Of course, he says it's not that.

Difficult to follow, this kid, huh ?

Why do I go and fall for a kid !

It would really make you laugh !

Of course, you were difficult to follow too.

Are there girls where are you ?

It looks like a Cell Meeting.

Yeah... that would be your paradise.

A pretty girl... in nice Cell Meeting.

Is that it ?

Hello you.

What's your name ?

So, here...

is the index of fingerprint cards.

The... the what ?

Well, fingerprints of individuals arrested, convicted or suspected.

And uh... that's really used ?

Well yes...

in criminal cases, yes.

Oh no, I'm not going to look after criminal cases.

I know nothing about that.

You're supposed to take care of everything.

Yes... well...

the criminal cases will be yours.

Sometimes it's hard to sort out the criminal from the political.

Oh, Fernand.

Already on your feet ? So, you're leading the Police ?

Count me in. Oh. no, no. no.

Not on my watch, no. Even with one arm...

he's worth more than three others put together.

He's a Maquisard of the first days.

There aren't too many left.

Wait... that girl. Her face reminds me of something.

Not me.

I must have met her before the war.

Can I help you, Mademoiselle ?

I want to talk to you.

I'm very busy.

Come back in... a year or two.

Do you want me to make a scene in front of everyone ?

I just want to talk to you for 5 minutes.

I'm not asking for the moon.

Where can I do an interview without being disturbed ?

Well uh... in the Chief's office.

Well, your office is...

that door there.

What do you want ?

First, I want to thank you for Alban.

Nothing to do with me. I don't believe it.

I don't care...

You wanted something else ?

I wanted to see if it was still there.

There's nothing between us.

Apart from a few lies.

If I'd said who I was, you wouldn't have danced with me.

That's for sure !

So I really had to lie to you.

You remind me of someone

I think all the time of your hands on me.

Genevieve...

you approached me to help your brother.

Yes.

But what counts is what happened afterwards.

You have to forget me. I can't !

Forget me...

and hide during the coming weeks.

These days a Boche's girl, and Milicien's sister, is going to have a rough time.

The exit is down the hall.

I'm sorry to bother you...

I'm obliged to talk to you about his burial.

So ?

We can't bury him under his real name, obviously.

Obviously.

And I wondered if there's a name...

you'd prefer more than another.

Larcher will issue a burial permit, but we can't wait too long

I really don't know.

I thought of Charron.

Charron. Yes, with two R's.

It's the translation of his name.

Wagner means wheelwright.

A wheelwright, is someone who looks after the plows.

I know what a wheelwright is, Jules.

For his first name, I thought Christian.

It approximates...

a little to Kurt. I mean the sound, Christian-Kurt.

I've a cousin called Christian.

I don't like him.

So, Christophe ?

Christophe Charron.

That doesn't sound well.

You remember, when we were waiting for Fran�oise

Yes.

And we didn't know if it would be a girl or a boy...

Well, yes. I remember, of course.

For a boy, I wanted Etienne...

Do you remember ?

Because of your great-uncle who was killed in '14.

I didn't know him, but I had his picture on my bedroom wall.

I spoke to him at night sometimes.

I told him my secrets.

Etienne !

That's good.

I'll be happy to read that name when...

when I go to his grave.

Yes. Etienne Charron, that sounds very good.

Really very good.

That's good.

Are you going to sleep a little ?

There.

Go on...

sleep now, that's good.

Ezekiel ?

Who's there ? Rita ! Open the door !

They're going to shoot me like a dog. Let me in.

There's a man who lives here.

He'll be back.

I know, yes.

Ezekiel Kohn.

I saw you leave the school yesterday.

I was in the cellar for the night.

Why did you come back to Villeneuve ?

Romain told me we could join De Lattre's Army B.

And they'd pretty well recognize our ranks. Really ?

Are you sure ? That's what he told me.

Does that tempt you ? I hesitate.

The pay is lousy, the uniform.

I don't know.

Last night, while everyone was asleep...

someone broke the door of the Accommodations Office.

So, who cares, right ?

The cop who'd fallen asleep, said he recognized Marchetti.

Marchetti ! He'd drunk too much.

He was a Civil Order Guard in 42-43... He's certain.

What's he fooling around at in Villeneuve ?

What's he doing in Accommodations ?

I don't know. Maybe looking for an empty apartment to hide in.

You were friends with Marchetti, right ?

Colleagues.

And...

you feel you could arrest him ?

For that, we'd have to find him.

I already tried to get to Switzerland.

But it was impossible.

I didn't want to wait even more months, to see you again.

Ah, you're the champion of separations.

You're wanted by everyone.

What are we going to do ?

Servier's nephew, J�rome,...

he's organizing an escape line to Spain.

It scares me.

What are you afraid of ?

Of you !

Rita, I... I love you. I love you !

Do you know that ?

Hide.

In there.

Rita ?

Rita, are you OK ?

I'd locked the door.

There were gunshots. I was afraid. Gunshots ?

I believe. An hour ago.

Outside everything seems calm.

Good.

How's David ? He seems to be doing well.

Did you find something to eat ? Uh. Yes...

and no.

I won't eat it ! You'll eat what I tell you to eat.

No !

I've four slices of ham.

I got it against my watch.

Your watch !

You shouldn't have !

You know, I'm hungry too.

But the problem...

a real problem...

if my Rabbi grandfather were here, he'd have the solution.

What's the problem ?

Let's suppose we've saved David through prayer...

It's possible !

Yes, let's allow that.

Can we give him pork to eat ?

I'm not eating it !

If we do that...

what's he going to think ?

Who ?

Him !

Well, I really don't know.

What possessed you to tell Larcher everything, like that ?

Are you now as stupid as Chassagne ? Don't talk to me that way !

I had an agreement with B�riot !

And you screw it up like that !

B�riot's word is worth nothing.

They didn't hold back those guys last night.

If they'd found me, what would have happened to me ?

You think your problems will go away because you hurt B�riot ?

I was forced to lie low. It's him who has the power now.

Not necessarily !

What does that mean ?

I've talked to Papa.

Ah yes, that old story.

If B�riot were dismissed, a friend of Papa would replace him.

Papa's got friends in the R�sistance now ? Everyone's got friends in the R�sistance, now !

Put B�riot in enough difficulty, and he could be dismissed.

It's me in difficulty. I signed a worthless paper. I'll get no petrol.

But B�riot's only a "Substitute".

Papa says he's not hard to turf out.

This is useless, you haven't changed. You care for nothing except Papa !

I'm finished, I've seen enough of you.

You can go back to Papa's !

What are you doing ? Taking you to the station.

I'll get you a ticket for Paris. So you can take Papa's advice at your ease.

and also enjoy seeing your son, who's been asking for you for 2 years.

Get out of here. Let go of me !

Nice of you to bring her to us.

I don't want to disturb you.

What do you want ?

We want to try Collabos.

I think B�riot's fiddling about. He's not going fast enough.

And you want to try them yourself. Is that it ?

No, we don't want to try them, but we want to haul them before judges.

Madame Chassagne is at the top of the list.

You know very well I can't let you do that.

You don't have to meddle in this.

She's the mother of my son, however.

My mother was hanged, Raymond.

I don't even know where you buried her.

And you want me to let this bitch run.

She's not to blame for your mother's death. She didn't pull on the rope.

She just sold arms to those who did.

And you tell me she's nothing to do with it ?

I saved your life, Raoul, at the Kommandantur.

You too. I saved your life.

And you treat me like an enemy ?

It's not you that we're treating.

It's her.

We'll check that you've no weapon. Spread yourself.

Anselme, frankly...

Oh ! Raymond !

Anselme !

Raymond !

Hey... these reports are boring.

Yes, but they're the basis of our work.

You'll get used to it.

You don't want to use thee-thou ?

In the maquis we all used thee-thou.

You-youing is for parents and priests.

Oh, OK !

That's good because among us it's like in the maquis.

Excuse me.

Hello Alain. Goodbye Alain.

OK...

I'll take a crack at Marchetti. You never know.

Listen...

I think we need to start back at square one.

Everything was going fine until the Ball.

When I left with G�rard and Christine.

Is that what embarrassed you ?

Did you think me too violent with her ?

I was exhausted. It's not that.

So what is it ?

Is it because you...

It doesn't matter. Well, I mean, it'll work out.

You have to give me time.

Time for what ?

To reflect.

To reflect ?

Ouch !

It's over, then.

I know where I saw this dame.

She's the girl with the Boche, last year.

Bathing naked.

What ?

In the maquis, in October. When you captured the two Boches. Remember ?

This bitch was bathing with a Boche ?

We're going to give her another kind of bath !

Ah, your hair is beautiful my beauty.

What did she want with you just now ?

You saw her earlier ? Yes.

Hey, you're well endowed ! Were you saving it for the Boches ?

Little bitch ! Let her go !

Hold on, you're kidding !

According to the Boches, she must be hot. I told you to let her go.

OK...

You too, Fernand.

But, really, is it that girl ?

Answer me, Antoine.

She's with me.

Subtitles by Rod Clarke Whitby, Ont. Nov 2015