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Cuidado with this one. Oh, no.

With this one, be very, very, very careful.

Very careful, huh?

Put everything in the plane.

We're flying home first thing in the morning.

Woman: Oh, he can't go on! Aah! He's going to fall!

Man: Oh, no, no, not unless the sky should fall.

Hey, Papa, hey!

Here.

There.

There's new life, Miguel, in the blood of my grandson, huh?

That, too, is the way it should be, huh?

You know, I sometimes think

that you must talk privately with him.

"Give me grandsons," you say, "to carry on!"

When does Heinrich get back?

He's back-- this morning.

I knew it!

I could tell by the way you act tonight.

But why are you not with him?

Why didn't you fly back to see him today, huh?

Oh, of course. Of course, Madariaga.

You would have missed the dancing tonight, eh?

Ha! Ha! Ha!

And there's a world of time to see Heinrich.

He's back for good now,

away from this new Germany,

these bad things happening over there.

He was studying medicine.

Oh, yes. Medicine, true.

But to live there in times like these--

He was studying!

Oh, I know. I think he would study very hard...

Well, just like Julio did, hey?

Of course, Julio--

they make him an engineer, a painter,

and look at him.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

Europe cannot change the strain of Argentine bulls.

No. They are part of their grandfather.

Miguel...

Miguel, you talk too much,

and life was made for dancing.

Come on.

A- Again? Oh, no.

I don't think the body can--

Aw, to hell with the body!

If we die, we die dancing!

All: Hey!

Yes?

Oh, Julio. How was the hunting trip?

Oh, successful, very successful.

Perhaps you can tell me

why you didn't get back from Miguel's last night.

We waited for you.

Ah, yes.

Well, I tell you, I just couldn't take the responsibility, father.

You know, never have I seen such weather.

Of course, for myself, I would have been perfectly willing to take the risk,

but-- well, then, there was the old one, you know.

I have an emotional nature. I am touched.

Well, thank you for being so understanding, father.

However, your uncle Karl has a nature more systematic.

He checked on the flying weather,

and he found it was perfect.

He didn't.

He did.

Woman: Julio?

Julio, did you get it?

Get what?

You didn't get it.

Let me see!

Wait a minute here.

There you go.

You know, I pulled that out myself.

Oh, you darling!

Ooh, you need a bath.

Yeah.

Papa, look.

What is it?

It's a boar's tooth. It's supposed to have marvelous magic powers.

It will take more than a boar's tooth, I'm afraid,

to keep peace at dinner tonight--

The formal dinner for Heinrich

we should have had last night.

What's all the fuss about?

Let Heinrich be pompous if he wants to.

Let him go on about the glories of Deutschland.

I shall simply rise majestically from my seat and sing the Marseillaise.

Woman: Chi-Chi, that is precisely

what you will not do.

Hello, darling.

Hello, mother.

You don't know what it was like

in this house during the first war,

but your father and I do.

Nothing must happen to divide the family,

for your grandfather's sake if nothing else.

Does that mean we have to--

It means that we shall not provoke

or be provoked.

If necessary,

we shall hold our tongues and sit quietly

as members of the inferior French race.

You may be French, father, but I was born two doors down the hall.

I am an Argentine who, as my sister says, now needs a bath.

An Argentine, yes?

Remember that tonight.

Restrain your grandfather.

There is no one here who has influence on him but you.

You will try to restrain him, won't you?

It's important.

Yes, father.

Now, then, I will caution each of you

to remain silent unless spoken to.

There will be no argument at the dinner table,

absolutely no argument.

Is that understood?

Gustav?

Yes, father.

Franz?

Yes, father.

Woman: What can be keeping them, Karl?

Isn't it enough that they humiliated Heinrich yesterday?

Karl: Please, my dear, now.

Man: I thought we agreed to forget about last night, mother.

I certainly have.

You have a kind and generous heart, Heinrich.

That is to be commended,

but the fact still remains.

Grandfather, shouting: Where is he, then, huh?

Where is my grandson?

Heinrich? Ah, Heinrich!

Oh, my boy!

Heinrich: Grandfather.

You've come back to us.

Yes, sir.

Back to the pampas, to the rich, dark soil of Argentina, hmm?

You can take all that Europe and put it in the past. Ha! Ha!

I don't say it wasn't good for you to... to study in Germany,

but that's all over now.

It's cold in here.

Now, then, Heinrich, where's the medals?

Where are they?

I was afraid they might get spotted during the soup course.

Grandfather: Good. Good. They haven't changed you.

No, not even those maniacs in Germany.

No, no.

There it's always war, war...

always war.

Eh, Marcelo?

War.

Yep. it hasn't changed over there since...

since it was written for us by Saint John in the testament.

Look at them, how they dance tonight.

Just as in the apocalypse.

conquest...

war...

pestilence...

death.

And the power was given unto them

to kill with a sword and with hunger

and with the beasts of the earth.

Mother of cows, is there no wine in this house, huh?

Angel, cannot this family have a toast on such an occasion?

To...

to Heinrich, who has come back to us...

to my Julio, never to leave...

to Chi-Chi, who gets bigger every day where she should...

to Gustav and Franz...

to my beloved daughters Luisa and Elena...

and to their faithful-- I am certain-- husbands Karl and Marcelo.

To the family.

Grandfather: Careful, careful!

No, no, no. Serve the guest of honor.

Heinrich!

Now, then...

where does Heinrich start his practice? Buenos Aires?

Oh, we haven't discussed that yet.

Grandfather: What do you mean,

you haven't discussed it?

Well, we...

Let Heinrich speak for himself.

Heinrich: I may not practise anywhere for a while.

Ah.

Have you found something more important?

Mother of cows, grandfather,

does he have to answer you?

A man studies hard for 6 long years,

he just doesn't leap right into work, huh, does he?

What is more important, Heinrich?

Julio: He's only human, grandfather.

He has a need now for things like dancing and music

and... well, you know, other things.

Grandfather: That's strange.

Everyone wishes to speak for Heinrich

but Heinrich himself.

Heinrich: It's only that Julio can put it

so much better than my humble efforts.

Ah.

Very well. I am pleased.

For some foolish notion,

I thought you might have sworn allegiance

to that jackass in Europe,

that house painter with a mustache.

There are many house painters

in Europe, grandfather,

and I daresay thousands of jackasses.

Oh, yes, yes. That's true,

but what a relief to know that you're not one of them.

Well, that's a lot more than you ever say about me, Heinrich.

What is it, now-- what is that lunatic's name?

uh... Hitler. Adolf Hitler.

Heil Hitler!

Karl: Nobody-- nobody says anything like that to a good German!

Heinrich: Father, please!

A German?

A good German, you say?

Well, I see no Germans at this table.

My daughters are Argentine.

My daughters' husbands--

one from France, one from Germany--

came here when they were very young.

They are now Argentine.

What? My grandchildren?

Everyone at this table is Argentine.

So tell me, who at this table is a good German?

Tell me.

Heinrich: I am good German.

And because I am a good German,

I gave up the study of medicine long time ago

to work for the Nazi party.

I'm proud to say I have a position

that is considered quite important.

Grandfather: Say "Heil Hitler" in this house.

Say "Heil Hitler."

Heil Hitler.

To be a good German, grandfather,

is not to be born in some special place

or to speak some special language.

It is to have in one's veins

the blood of a people of a very special destiny.

Adolf Hitler is a man more aware than anyone of that very special destiny.

Heinrich...

holy saints, peaceful Jesus.

First it was the Kaiser.

Now, do we start all that all over again?

Huh?

Conquest, war, pestilence, death...

Seed of my seed?

I have beget assassins?

Huh?

Julio: Oh, no. Grandfather, please.

Get! Get from me!

I will not be called an assassin.

Heinrich, stop it.

Let me die. I lived too long.

I live, I work.

Here in Argentina, I built a place of peace,

peace and joy...

and love.

These I leave to the children of my children.

in Agentina, I built a garden.

Where is the garden where the snake does not come,

where the beast does not enter?

Old, old, old.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid old man!

Did you think never to see the beast again?

A curse on my seed!

The beast is in myself-- in my belly, in my loin!

cursed be Madariaga!

Do I live to see the beast once more--

the beast of the apocalypse?

The fire and the horsemen...

Huh? Huh?

Conquest!

On a white horse... on his head, a crown.

War! Rider in flame... in his hand, a sword!

Pestilence... the hunter of the sickness of the soul!

And death... death...

Death!

All ride... forever!

Aah!

Death!

Be back in an hour.

Ahem.

Thank you.

Julio! Where have you been?

Papa's in a stitch. We'd almost given you up.

Where am I, hmm?

No, wait. Don't tell me.

The host is a friend of father's, and he writes.

Yes. Etienne Laurier. He just happens to publish La Justice.

In fact, there's some of the most brilliant political minds

in all of Europe here tonight.

How jolly. Sounds like a million laughs.

Where do I get fortified?

The drinks are in here.

All the women are married except me, so please behave.

Man: If Chamberlain had stood up to Hitler,

then we wouldn't be in this position now.

Don't forget, Chamberlain carried a heavy responsibility.

As well as an umbrella.

He worked desperately for peace.

"Peace in our time." And where has this quest led us?

Farther from peace than we've ever been since the Great War.

Can we blame it all on Munich, on Chamberlain?

Isn't it possible that no power on earth can stop this Hitler?

Not at all.

That possibility does not negate an attempt.

Surely appeasement is hardly the way to go about it.

Reason, a willingness to compromise-- this can be--

War has never had reason.

Economic or political necessity, perhaps, but never reason.

You are saying, in fact, that war is inevitable?

Man: Not at all.

One must simply deal from a position of strength.

One must manipulate, not reason.

That's the real key to peace in our time.

I trust that Czechoslovakia was able to offer any resistance.

I can only speak for myself.

Would it be my country, I would stand up in shame.

The Treaty of Versailles was made with the best of intentions,

but that didn't make it historically fair.

Big question now is...

Man: If they should live even for 10 years,

there won't be a true Frenchman left to witness them.

Second man: What of the Maginot line?

What of the forces of the Soviet Union?

You don't think that these will give pause even to Hitler?

Let us at least be reasonable, Etienne.

The man is not insane.

We may not for hundreds of years.

If they should live even for 10 years,

there won't be a true Frenchman left to witness them.

You see? It's impossible for you to talk of this man rationally,

and we must!

Nobody wants war,

and yet this kind of irrational remarks,

these inflammatory statements you put into your paper--

In all fairness, what else can they do

but arouse the people to war?

Hitler doesn't!

Hitler is a bloodthirsty pig!

He would spit into the very eye of God and not look back!

Excuse me, Armand. Excuse me, Armand.

I do hate to interrupt,

but the most extraordinary thing has happened.

It's Sir Peter Troup.

Well, he just lost his hairpiece.

It's rather blond, you know--

wavy on the side with a slight widow's peak in front.

If any one of you should happen to see it or sit on it or something,

would you please tell Peter?

He's in the cloakroom sulking.

Monsieur Laurier, it's wonderful to see you.

Madame Laurier, it was charming. Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Who in the world is Peter Troup?

A man of peace-- peace at any price.

You made him up?

Ha! Ha! Ha!

Etienne, I want you to meet my son.

Julio.

Father.

I knew you would come.

Here, please. I want you to meet a very real friend.

Monsieur Etienne Laurier, my son Julio.

How do you do?

Etienne and I met on a ship one time.

We spent two weeks in deck chairs,

and when they finally lifted me out of mine,

I understood modern painting.

No, no, no. your father is being modest.

Matisse, Renoir, Modigliani-- rarely such insight.

Do I understand you paint?

Well, at the risk of assuming some of my father's modesty,

No, not very well.

And, I'm afraid, among other things.

Woman: Etienne?

Etienne, you must hear this.

This delightful young lady

threw a tomato at the German Foreign Minister today.

Etienne: Extraordinary!

You must excuse her. She's still very young.

On the contrary. I hope you hit him.

As a matter of fact, I missed him.

Even my boar's tooth failed me.

Madame Laurier, may I present my son Julio?

Welcome to Paris, monsieur.

Oh, will you excuse me?

Man: Oh, no. Poland isn't Austria or even Czechoslovakia.

There's no escaping a conflict there.

You know...

I can't get over it.

Monsieur?

Yes. I was a witness to that dazzling display of diplomacy over there.

I am lost in admiration.

As a matter of fact,

I haven't seen a situation handled with such finesse

since the cocktail party was invented.

You are much too kind.

I said to myself, now here's someone who is worthy

of something better than all this.

All this?

Yes, all this political double-talk--

the do-goods, the do-bads,

the amateur strategists and their endless theories. Ah!

Oh. I, um...

I take it you don't approve, then?

It's not a question of whether I approve or disapprove.

It's just that... who cares?

I see.

Perhaps you might tell me, then,

what you consider... worthy of importance.

I'm sure I could go through a pretty long list

and not once mention the ills of the world.

Hmm. Let's see now.

There'd be polo on that list, of course,

and the races and the racing cars,

and I'm sure it must include women.

Is that a guess or a rumor?

Paris can be quite provincial, monsieur, within a certain circle.

Hmm.

I'm surprised to see that reputation can spread so rapidly.

Why? You can well afford it, I think,

as a neutral.

But not many of us can, um... share that luxury.

I seem to detect a trace of resentment there.

Good heavens. I wouldn't presume to resent someone I've just met,

and certainly not a guest.

If you'll excuse me.

Audience: Heil! Heil! Heil!

Heil! Heil! Heil!

Try to reach Gorvishi at the Russian embassy.

If you can't reach him, go over and wait.

We need every detail before-- Marguerite--

before we can print the next edition.

Right.

Marguerite.

You did say 12:30.

Of course I did.

I like the dress.

Thank you.

Etienne, Moscow.

I... brought a catalog.

If we get through the auction in time,

I thought we might have lunch, perhaps.

Hmm?

Uh...yes.

The renoir is item 54.

They say there is a chance it might be quite low because--

Yes? No, the situation is changed.

Hold on to it for now. Right.

Uh, Marguerite, I, uh...

I know.

I knew it the minute I walked in.

You can't bear to tell me,

but the auction is out of the question.

Believe me, I had every intention of going

until word came through just now.

Germany is signing a treaty with Russia--

a mutual pact as allies.

It seems all the Armand Dibiers are wrong once again,

and for me, it'll be the old 24-hour watch

with one innovation: there'll be a blackout tonight.

Your Paris in darkness.

Yes?

One minute, hmm?

No one can possibly imagine that I love you.

But I love you.

Don't skip your dinner again.

Auctioneer: Ladies and gentlemen, the bid is 70,000 francs

for Renoir's pastel study for the bathers.

Do we have anyone for 90,000 francs?

Thank you. 90,000.

Do we have anyone for 110,000 francs?

Thank you. 110,000 francs.

Do we have anyone for 130,000 francs?

130,000?

Thank you.

Do we have anyone for 150,000?

Thank you, sir.

170,000?

The painting is sold for 150,000 francs.

Ladies and gentlemen, the next is item number 26 in the catalog--

vase with flowers, pastel, by Odilon Redon.

Madame Laurier?

Monsieur.

Look, I'm sorry about that,

but I just couldn't let you spoil my apology.

You know, you have a habit of speaking in riddles.

My apology for the way I behaved the other night.

My father told me how you both admired Renoir,

so I, well...

Yes.

Yes. so I thought you might like to have this one.

I'd also hoped that you might forgive me.

monsieur Desnoyers--

Julio.

I'm sorry, but I can't possibly accept.

I tell you what.

Yes.

Suppose we let my father decide at lunch, hey?

Unless, of course, you have another engagement.

No.

It's just that a Renoir is...

Good!

Good.

He'll be delighted to see you.

Please.

I agree with you, but it goes far beyond that.

You take the Renoir nude, for example.

The pure sensuousness of that figure,

the unbelievable shadings that make up the texture

and the softness of the flesh--

that's sheer magic, you know.

Oh?

You seem to take your painting much more seriously

than I was led to believe.

Well, my big difficulty is,

I don't take things seriously enough, I'm afraid.

That's a sore point with my father.

And is your father always this late for luncheon engagements?

Oh, yes, always.

As a matter of fact, sometimes he doesn't show up at all.

I have a strong feeling this is one of those days.

Yes, I'm afraid you're right.

Thank you.

You angry?

Oh, I'm trying to be.

In that case, I'll confess to you

that I knew you were going to that auction today.

My father told me.

Your father?

Mm-hmm. yes. He also mentioned

that Etienne was going to be tied up at the office

all-- all evening.

I'm beginning to think that your father

must be of enormous assistance to you.

Well, unwittingly, I assure you.

Thank you for a very nice lunch.

Well, under the circumstances,

I'd much rather you thank me for dinner tonight.

I'm sorry, but please express my regrets to your... father.

All right.

Wasn't it a car like this that won at Montlhery in '36?

Uh, well, yes. it was a modified version of this.

Beck, and, uh... Dobbs, I believe.

What?

The names of the drivers.

They won again in, um... '38.

Why, I believe they did.

I wonder how fast this one will go.

Well, there's a road just north of here.

Suppose we try it out. Hmm?

All right.

Ha! Ha! Ha! That's good.

Ah, yes. I think we spent the whole summer at Deauville that year.

That was with your uncle?

He was actually my guardian.

Oh, when I think now of all the money he wasted on me.

Apparently he had it to spend, so why not, huh?

As it turned out, it wasn't his. He was an embezzler.

What? Ha! Ha!

Enormous sums.

A gifted and genuine fraud.

I adored him.

Thank you.

At the time, Etienne was a reporter for Figaro.

That's when I met him. He was such a crusader.

Doesn't he get awfully tiresome,

with his constantly trying to right the wrongs of the world

and, you know...

We can't escape them by turning our backs--

unless, of course, one happens to be neutral.

Well, after all, I'm Argentine.

I'm neutral whether I like it or not.

But you do like it.

You know, I...

Yes?

Well, I had a... grandfather.

He died a few... few months ago.

He was pure Argentine,

and he had this primitive obsession

that life was meant just for the joy of living,

and he carried this feeling

to everything he was around,

and I think some of it rubbed off on me.

And anything else that wasn't that

just automatically became evil,

like the biblical four horsemen.

And it got too much for him, finally.

And when part of the family turned Nazi,

he became...

one of the early victims.

He was a primitive man.

he was a neutral.

But I have a feeling that you would have liked him.

Yes, you-- you would have liked him very much.

well, shall we go?

That is, if you have to get back.

Say, you know something?

I just thought of a place that's not very far from here

with the-- oh, it has the deepest cushions

and the softest music, huh?

What do you say?

No.

Well, not even as a fitting ending to a perfect day?

Man: Ah, one moment, monsieur.

Hmm?

Blackout.

Julio: Not as a nightcap for a charming evening?

No. Ha! Ha! ha!

When can I see you again?

Please. I can't.

When?

No.

Thank you.

Thank you, monsieur.

Why, father.

Well, hi. What are you doing here?

Forgive me. Should I go back and knock

or just leave quietly?

It's just I hadn't expected a visit so soon.

Ah, I'll get a chair for you.

That's all right. I won't be staying long.

You know, if you hadn't left the forwarding address,

I would never have found you at all.

As a matter of fact, I was going to call you tonight.

Will you sit down here?

Ah, thank you.

I'm sorry to have arrived at such an inopportune moment.

As a matter of fact, you're welcome anytime.

No, thank you.

No. I meant to say inopportune by the nature of my visit.

Oh?

You're moving into a new place,

and I'm here to see you about moving out,

about leaving Paris with you.

Uh, you want to leave?

Your mother and I, yes.

We came to the conclusion

that it was a mistake to come here in times like these,

times that are getting worse every day.

Well, I don't think

there's any real threat to Paris now, is there?

Not as we stand here, not right this minute,

but, uh, anyway, that's why we wish to leave.

I see.

Well, if you're set on leaving,

all of us, Julio-- the family.

Well, I can't just pack up, you know.

I can't just pack up and go, like--

Why not?

Why not? I-- ahem.

Because my work... my--

Oh, your work!

Oh, yes, yes!

Oh, well, I would not presume to evaluate, of course,

but I don't see anything here

that could not be transferred to another climate.

I'm sorry. I can't leave now.

Light from the south.

How strange for a studio.

This, um-- this view seems familiar.

What's your number here?

9.

And the Lauriers?

The Lauriers?

I'm not sure. I...

13, isn't it?

Yes, I believe so.

Perhaps we are at the heart of the matter.

You must know, of course,

that Etienne is one of my oldest and dearest friends.

Yes, I know that, but--

But what? He has an attractive wife.

Paris abounds in attractive women.

So you stay here for this,

for some, uh, frivolous attachment.

At least I trust it's frivolous.

Look, there's no point in going into this now.

Oh, Julio, in heaven's name!

Can everything be so simple?

Just to close your eyes when it hurts you,

take advantage of a man who is forced to leave Paris.

What?

Oh, you...

Oh, you didn't know.

Oh.

Yes.

He leaves on Friday.

An army detachment for the Belgian front.

I regret the circumstances, father.

I regret them very deeply.

But there's nothing anybody can do about it.

Very well.

I'll tell your mother that you cannot leave.

Announcer: Gate 7 for transport to Lyon.

Train leaving for Lyon.

Announcer: Train leaving for Lyon.

You, uh, go to Notre Dame regularly?

I had meant to pray for Etienne,

But I'm not certain I wasn't praying for myself.

Man in car: Attention, attention!

The government of France requests all of its citizens not to leave their homes.

I repeat.

Stand fast and remain in your homes.

There is no need to panic.

The roads about Paris are highly congested and will become impassable.

All bailage must turn in any arms they possess

to the police within 24 hours.

I've arranged for you to, uh, take the train to Marseilles.

You stay there for two weeks,

and then you catch the ship to South America.

What about you, Julio?

I'll join you just as soon as possible,

but we must get Chi-Chi out of Paris.

Do you know about this?

Yes. he's right, Luisa.

You and Chi-Chi must get away.

It's becoming far too dangerous.

You know there are no guarantees

that they will not bomb Paris.

You may have to share a compartment on the train,

but the hotel reservations in Marseilles are all taken care of.

Chi-Chi?

I haven't got a minute, papa.

There's a student meeting at the Sorbonne tonight.

Chi-chi, will you come here, please?

Papa, if it weren't important, I wouldn't rush out like this.

After Dunkirk today, I--

Dunkirk?

Yes, I forgot.

You don't read the newspapers.

The British have evacuated-- all of them.

There's no one left now but the French.

They're falling back faster than the British left.

If I were a man, I would go.

You'd go on doing exactly what you're doing right now.

This war was lost a long time ago.

Julio, I--

That's all right, mother. Oh, he could talk that way.

He could talk any way he liked

when there wasn't a real war and people weren't getting killed.

All they did was look at each other across the maginot line.

He could be as neutral as he pleased, and what was the difference?

but it's not the same now.

No, it's not the same.

They've won.

Not for me, they haven't.

I may be a very small voice

and of very little importance,

but I'll do everything and anything I can,

If I have to fight them myself!

I'm sorry, papa.

It'll have to wait. The meeting won't.

Man: Marvelous!

Van Gogh.

Cezanne.

Oh!

Renoir.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

I'll wager you practically stole them at the prices you paid.

I can assure you, Karl,

there was no attempt on my part

to take advantage of the situation.

Karl: Of course not.

But here we are, supposedly the victors, entering Paris,

and all the while it's you neutrals who have reaped the spoils.

Well, now at least part of the family is together again.

But I am sorry Chi-Chi couldn't be here tonight.

Oh, yes. She asked me to give you her regrets.

Karl: Nice, attractive girl.

Must have had some dreary days these past few months.

But Gustav can cure that. He has many friends.

Oh, I don't think she'll--

Oh, oh, oh! Officers, of course.

Very good families.

Julio, don't be surprised to find that you have

a little influence in Paris now.

Good old uncle Karl.

Yes. I can imagine that the source of gasoline supply

might be good for a start.

Right, Julio?

Oh, I've managed without it so far.

Managed, yes, but that's the thing of the past.

Even the spoils cannot compensate for the everyday necessities.

Right, Marcelo?

No.

Yes, from now on,

You have friends at court, so to speak,

and I expect you to take full advantage of it.

Tell me, uncle Karl, how does the world look from up there?

I beg your pardon.

All of Paris under your command,

gasoline right at your fingertips--

That's a very heady atmosphere, isn't it?

The German army--

Gustav.

Julio, you think I don't know, hmm?

You will never forget that night the old one died,

and perhaps you will never forgive us,

but I say it to you as humbly as I can

that I regret that night as much as you.

Gustav: Father!

Sit down.

But surely you must see now--

why, the both of you must see now-- that Heinrich was right.

After all, we are here in Paris now,

and the importance,

the historical importance, of the Third Reich is now a proven fact.

For myself at the moment,

it is the family I am thinking about,

and soon we shall be all together again.

Marcelo, think of it!

The family together.

Let's drink to it.

The family.

Marguerite, let's get out of Paris. let's go.

We can go to Madrid.

We can go to Rio.

With what, my darling?

One Argentine passport?

I think not.

The Nazis would never let a French citizen out of occupied France.

Unless somebody arranged it for us.

I could ask him.

Yes. you could, perhaps, but you wouldn't,

and I wouldn't want you to.

Not from him-- not from any one of them.

But even if it were possible,

I could never leave without seeing Etienne.

We are trapped, you see right here in Paris,

surrounded by the German army.

There is something we can do.

It isn't much, I know...

but I would love to go dancing again

as we did that first night.

I'd like to put on something

all shimmering and lovely and feel very feminine.

Would you take me dancing, darling?

Surrounded by the whole German army.

No.

Surrounded by you.

General?

Yes?

The Von Hartrotts' car just arrived.

Thank you.

Tell me.

That one in white-- do you know her?

No, General.

But I can make an inquiry.

Thank you.

Colonel.

Please sit down.

Waiter: Ready, sir?

Serve the caviar. Start the dinner.

Well, Colonel, it must be a moment of great relaxation

for you to be in Paris now.

I intend it to be.

If I can be of any assistance,

you have only to call my Paris command.

Will your orders allow you

to remain for a while, Colonel?

Colonel?

Yes?

Will you be here long?

A few days, perhaps.

Oh, what a pity. I really-- yes?

Her name is Madame Laurier.

The escort is not her husband.

Of course.

That one over there, Colonel--

the one in the white dress-- she attracts me.

Oh. It seems she would be attracting her escort, too.

That can be taken care of.

It might prove somewhat difficult, General.

You see, he, uh, he happens to be my cousin.

Your...

Please forgive me. I had no idea.

Does it carry offense?

It is simply that the woman attracts me.

Oh, forgive me, General.

It's simply that the very idea of any man

trying to take away a woman from my cousin attracts me.

I am not, sir, any man.

I know.

You are the commandant of the Paris region.

But you see, my cousin is the commandant of a...

of a somewhat larger region.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

This is worth the trip to Paris.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

I fail to see the humor.

You fail to know my cousin.

Are you implying that I lack charm?

My charm resides here.

If in such a romantic competition

a woman should prefer your cousin to me,

no such competition exists.

When I want a woman, I make no demand that she want me.

Do I have your permission to meet the lady?

You have my permission to blow your brains out.

Colonel Kleinsdorf,

will you suggest to Madame Laurier and her escort

that I will entertain them at my table?

Yes, General.

I don't understand.

Von Kleig is a General.

Why is he being so nice to the Colonel?

The Colonel, my lovely one,

happens to be a member of the S.S.

In fact, he's on Reinhard Heydrich's personal staff,

which is but one step removed from Himmler.

And you know, of course, who Himmler is next to.

Forgive me for asking.

Heinrich.

I've been expecting you.

We got here as soon as we could.

Yes.

Madame Laurier, my cousin-- Colonel Von Hartrott.

Monsieur.

A pleasure, madame. General Von Kleig.

Monsieur.

Madame.

Please sit down.

Thank you, but you must know, General Von Kleig,

that according to the terms of the surrender at Compiegne,

I am not required to extend my company

to any German officer of whatever rank for a period exceeding 10 minutes.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

Exhilarating.

Do please sit down.

May I add, Madame Laurier, that you dance divinely?

My escort.

Take a cigarette?

No, thank you.

Perhaps your, uh, escort would like to have one.

No, thank you.

Heinrich, you look 10 years older, if you look a day.

That's very kind of you, Julio.

I supposed you're a little concerned

about the possibilities of the Americans getting into this.

Oh, we'll be all right. thank you.

Thank you, General,

but she accepts dinner invitations from no one but me.

General: I beg your pardon.

Madame Laurier.

She says thank you,

but she's dining with me tomorrow night.

And I'll thank you to let Madame Laurier speak for herself.

She can't. She's French.

Then keep silent.

I can't.

I'm neutral.

Young man, I will speak with whom I please,

dine with whom I please, take what and whom I please.

Do you understand me?

Oh, General.

General, you've eaten up half of the world.

You ate up Holland, you ate up Belgium,

you ate up Norway, you ate up France.

Oh, you've eaten up countries I've never even heard of.

You may even try to eat up yourself,

but, General, don't try to eat up her.

She's mine.

Colonel Kleinsdorf,

pick up the gentleman's papers.

I, uh...

Of course, General,

but you are not quite familiar with the--

Pick up his papers.

Yes, sir.

Julio, please go.

I will talk to the General.

You will not.

Julio, please!

I do not find this amusing, Von Kleig.

My cousin and Madame Laurier

will go freely in Paris where and with whom they choose,

and I reprimand you, Von Kleig,

for abusing the dignity of our fatherland in your private interest.

Go along, Julio.

How... How deceivingly peaceful the world seems from here.

I can understand now why the French kings moved to Versailles.

It didn't help them very much, did it?

I supposed no one is ever helped by being deceived.

And yet, how comforting it can be for a while.

No cries of war, no call to arms.

Nothing hurt, nothing dying....

except the leaves...

and they always come back.

Imagine what a disaster it would be if they ever failed to come back.

How insignificant it would make everything else.

Men might even stop fighting...

look up at the sky and wonder.

Marguerite?

Yes?

There's something I want to tell you.

Last night, I realized

that we couldn't go on living with this.

I realized that I had to find some solution.

Solution? To what?

To our position if we stay here.

You see, what happened last night

can happen tomorrow night,

can happen next week,

can happen next month...

I went to uncle Karl,

and he can make the arrangements.

Of course, it will take a little time for him,

a little time for us.

But you could leave here...

as the wife of an Argentine.

We can't.

But don't you see how it's impossible to go on like this--

dependent upon uncle Karl,

dependent upon Heinrich

every time we turn around.

We can't.

We must!

I will not go on bowing and scraping to German Generals.

Do you think it is easy for me because I don't scream?

Do you think I don't care?

The Germans are here, yes.

They have taken my country

and a little of my self-respect,

but I will live with it somehow.

I've got to.

No. That's the whole point.

Don't you see? You don't have to.

We'll wait for Etienne to come back,

and then I'll tell him.

I'm afraid it will be a long wait.

They notified me this morning.

I'd hoped I wouldn't have to tell you.

With everything else, I would like to be able to spare you this much.

Etienne is a prisoner of war.

Yes?

He'll see you now.

One minute.

Just one minute.

Karl, please...

Now, then!

What is it? What can I do for you?

Well, I don't know how to...

I'm afraid it's, uh...

it's about Chi-Chi.

Karl: Huh?

Well, it seems there was a riot

over at the university.

As we understand it,

she just happened to be in the neighborhood.

The fact is, your police have her, Karl.

Chi-Chi?

Yes.

Well, I'm sure it's all very trivial,

nothing to be concerned about.

Oh, of course not!

Naturally, I'm anxious to get her out

as soon as possible.

Of course. Of course.

And you, Julio, since I haven't seen you for months,

I take it that you are here for the same request?

Yes.

Yes. Well, then.

These unpleasant, important relatives of yours, Julio--

they do come in handy at times, don't they?

Don't they, Julio?

Yes, well, I'm very grateful, uncle Karl.

Yes, they do come in handy sometimes.

Heinrich: Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler.

Heinrich: Well, now!

I hardly expected to see

a family gathering here.

Uncle Marcelo. Julio.

Heinrich.

How well you look, Heinrich.

It's really a wonder after his tour of the eastern front.

You know, he was commended in action.

I'm sure you're both very busy. if we could--

Not at all.

Uncle Marcelo, my mother said to give you her love.

Well, if you'll forgive us, I...

Well, thank you, uncle Karl.

What's this, Julio?

Oh, this is nothing.

Nothing?

Some small difficulties with Chi-Chi.

There was a demonstration at the university,

and the police... you know.

Well, naturally, I'm arranging her release.

Without an investigation?

Well...

it is a family matter.

May I see it, please?

Well, perhaps I should have asked for an investigation.

Uh...

You know, of course,

that members of the Resistance

were involved in these riots.

No, I... I...

I don't.

The French Resistance is no longer

a handful of harmless amateurs.

Not that either one of you

would ever get mixed up with anything, but--

I assure you, Colonel, that my sister at heart

is just as frivolous as I am myself.

Ha! Ha! Ha!

Find out where she's being held.

You better pick her up yourself.

We'll furnish you with a car.

Thank you.

You may thank the kind officers

of the German army.

Tell me, Julio, are you still keeping company

with Madame Laurier?

Why?

Von Kleig was inquiring about her only yesterday.

You remember General Von Kleig, don't you?

At least, he certainly remembers you.

You must be very busy, Heinrich.

We'll wait for the car downstairs.

Heinrich: Uncle Marcelo.

We have accepted the explanation-- a harmless escapade.

But you had better make certain it's the last.

Yes, of course.

Julio...

you go on alone.

Talk to her.

Try to make her understand.

She won't listen to me anymore.

What makes you think that I can--

Try.

Please try.

If this should ever happen again--

if this ever happens again, I won't trouble you to get me released.

I won't be able to!

Whether you know it or not, the Resistance is behind all this.

Of course it is.

But you're not involved with them.

What if I were?

Oh, I'm not, but what if I were? What would you say?

Look, these people, they're not playing games, Chi-Chi.

Now, you got to stop acting like you're still...

throwing tomatoes at foreign ministers.

Why should I stop when you sit there talking to me

as though you're still talking to your baby sister?

You haven't got the faintest idea she no longer exists,

and there's nothing you can do about it.

I don't expect you to understand, of course.

perhaps I know a lot more than you give me credit for,

and that doesn't stop me from worrying about you.

What happens to me isn't important. It's just--

not to you, but to others it is important, Chi-Chi.

I'm sorry. It can't be helped.

That's all? That's all?

Is that all you can say-- there's nothing we can do about it--

when your father and I have been...

we've been practically crawling all around German headquarters,

begging for your release?

That couldn't be much worse

than crawling all over some nightclub with Madame Laurier--

a nightclub filled with Nazis!

Did you and Heinrich compare notes about her today,

or is she available to the whole German--

Don't you say that!

Stop it. Stop it, Chi-Chi.

Papers, monsieur.

Thank you, monsieur.

Papers, please.

I used to think

you were the most wonderful person in the whole world.

She wouldn't listen.

What is it, Julio?

Why won't people listen to us?

Would it surprise you very much

if I told you that I am proud she wouldn't listen?

Oh, frightened, too, God knows...

but proud.

I think it's because it's the only pride I have left.

You see, the real reason I left France when I was 19--

the reason I came to Argentina--

was to escape military service to my country.

Yes, Julio, I ran away,

and even many years later, in 1914,

when Karl went back to fight for Germany,

I stayed in Argentina.

The mind never lets go such things, you know?

In fact, they grow larger through the years.

Why are you telling me all this?

Because it's all I have to give you-- to see me as I am

and to ask you not to make the same mistake.

Is Chi-Chi the reason for this?

No.

I've just seen Etienne Laurier.

He was released this afternoon.

He came to you?

Yes. I suppose because I am one of his oldest friends

and because my son stole his wife.

Did he s--

Was anything said about a divorce?

The man has lost everything, Julio.

They gave him such a bad time, I doubt you would know him.

His newspaper's been confiscated.

What he does next, I have no idea.

I don't think, however, that losing his wife enters into his plans.

You look the same.

It's remarkable how women can look the same.

How long have you been...

When did they release you?

This afternoon at Saint-Denis.

Etienne, I...

Yes?

Please, you have got to let me tell you how...

Yes?

Etienne...

I love him.

I want to marry him.

Etienne.

The lies.

The betrayals.

How many must a man make his peace with?

No more.

For me, no more.

It wasn't betrayal. I loved him.

France.

France.

What fine distinction you draw around dishonor.

No divorce...

ever.

How much...

I must love you.

Shall we lose him?

No. Let him follow us.

Desnoyers.

All right. That's all.

Tell me, why would a man like you want to be in the Resistance?

I don't know.

It's an answer, I suppose, as good as any.

I don't pretend, of course,

to underestimate your potential value.

A man of your connections,

your reputation as a--

shall I say, a man of superficial character?

Yes.

You could be of enormous help--

All right, but--

if you are sincere.

But we shall have to find out.

Yes, but how? Will you tell me how?

You will be contacted in two days by a man we shall call Lebeau.

The rest is up to you.

I see.

You were quite correct.

Himmler's first deputy was in the car.

He is now dead.

We can trust this man now. I am sure you will agree.

Should he prove unreliable,

we have only to turn him over to the Gestapo

as the author of the incident.

One word...

anonymity.

Your true identity will not be known within the resistance

except by myself and very few others.

Thank you.

If you tell anyone what you're doing,

then you must assume that he or she will talk.

I refer specifically to your father

and Madame Laurier.

I must warn you that, on occasion,

we have found it necessary to kill some innocent

who has come to know too much.

Then good luck to you, monsieur...

Hmm...

Shall we say... Manuel? Yes?

You are in, and you cannot get out.

Guard above all your role as a man of no character.

Should anyone become proud of you...

you're lost.

Fraulein.

No, no. She doesn't speak German.

Oh, she doesn't? Would you care for a drink?

See you later.

This man Desnoyers...

he seems to have developed a sudden friendly interest in us.

Curious, isn't it?

You had a call this afternoon-- your uncle Karl.

He said the reception for Strasse was changed to Friday.

Oh, that's a reception for Karl that father asked me to attend.

It was, uh...

I couldn't very well refuse.

Julio.

Yes?

If I thought...

If what we've had should ever be destroyed,

I'm not quite sure that I wouldn't kill myself.

Marguerite...

whatever you might believe or be led to believe,

I could never do that to either of us.

Never.

Be careful, Manuel.

They're having an attack of nerves, or something's going on.

Monsieur Desnoyers,

is "Manuel" your resistance name?

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

I'm not such a fool as to expose myself to the fate of Herr Von Kleig

until my case is complete.

I have a car waiting.

You are a lunatic, sir,

and you are going to end up on the Russian front.

I have a date, and I'm going to catch my train.

I'm afraid you are the lunatic, sir.

Your date can wait.

I'm sorry, madam.

I was writing you a note.

I have to leave at once.

It's Etienne.

An old friend of his just called--

Armand Dibier.

He said that he is here in the Gestapo prison.

He was accused of... of being in the Resistance,

and apparently, the Gestapo gave him a very bad time.

Fortunately, Armand is a collaborationist and was able to get--

get him released.

You're going there now?

Uh, Armand said he's got to have somebody

to get-- get him a nurse, get him settled.

Well, I'll go with you.

No! There's a car waiting.

Armand sent it for me.

How long will you be gone?

I don't know. I-- Marguerite.

I... I've got to see him.

I know.

Where do I go?

Man: We have no room!

Excuse me. If you would please look at the list.

... 46986.

P- Please. Where? Where will he be?

Over there. Over there.

Woman: 13564.

43034.

Officer: Your release card.

Second woman: I gave it to you!

Wait till they call your number.

You kept the car waiting.

Yes.

Then you're not coming back.

He needs someone, Julio.

He must have somebody to look after him now.

He fought them, Julio,

and he will go on fighting them

if there is someone to... to make him care,

someone to...

someone to...

say yes to him.

I can't turn my back on him any longer.

I knew that when I met him at the prison.

Please...

understand me.

It was never your war, Julio.

Nobody expected you to do anything about it.

But the time...

the time has come when I must.

Will I see you again?

I don't think we should.

I... I've got to pack.

Oh, my darling...

Oh, my darling...

It's important I speak to Emil as soon as possible.

You must wait for us to contact you.

There must be somebody important I can speak to.

I've told you I'll try, Manuel, but it will take a while.

You will have to be patient.

Don't you understand? I must speak to someone who counts.

Man: Come in.

Won't you sit down, please?

I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long,

but we had to do some reorganizing.

You're surprised, of course,

but no more than I when Emil identified you.

If I'd known, I would have...

I would have asked to see somebody else.

I'm afraid this would not have been possible.

I'm your channel in Paris, you see.

I will do anything I can for you.

How can I ask a favor of a man--

Please!

I don't think Marguerite should enter into this.

I was going to say

a man who has withstood the Gestapo.

yes, I... I survived it this time.

I don't think I could again.

But that's not your problem.

What is it you want?

I want to leave Paris just as quickly as possible.

I'll go wherever you want to send me,

anywhere that I can be of help.

It would seem, perhaps, that

we are both unable to keep Marguerite out of this.

I'm sorry.

You ask the one thing I cannot grant.

We have men in the provinces,

men by the thousands who fight to win,

but only one who can walk into La Martinique.

We cannot lose you here,

and we won't.

I know what you feel.

Believe me, I know all about it.

Marcelo: We hadn't seen her for weeks.

Then the call came from some office here.

I don't know what office.

Luisa took the call,

and she went to pieces, and she can't remember anything.

Anyway, the call came from some office

that she'd been taken by the...

the Gestapo

and they've got her at Compiegne.

The call came from this office.

You know about it?

Compiegne, that's...

that's where they... they send them on to labor camps.

Compiegne...

in winter...

She didn't do anything. She... She is a child.

She is innocent.

She confessed.

She confessed to-- to what?

To being in the Resistance for over two years.

They tortured her.

You tortured my Chi-Chi!

I didn't.

You make war on children!

Children make war on us.

Karl, get her out of Compiegne. Get her out of it.

I got her out of something last summer,

and she's been in the Resistance for over a year.

I got her out over my initials.

From the Gestapo.

They remind me...

Karl, call Heinrich.

Call Heinrich in Berlin.

Heinrich? Ha! Ha!

That's a good one.

Karl, she'll die.

She'll... She'll die in a labor camp.

Gustav is dead.

Yes, I know.

I know, but sh-she...

she is a child.

She's my little girl.

Franz is dead...

my little boy.

Did you know that?

Oh... I didn't.

My Franz...

my little Franz is burned up in the skies.

I didn't know.

I didn't know.

They kill my children.

I lose two children.

You lose one, and you come crying?

Karl, I have lost no one.

She's dead!

We have two children left...

Heinrich...

Julio.

Father.

What is it?

Chi-Chi...

she was in the Resistance.

She's dead.

She died at Compiegne.

How do you know this?

Karl.

Come on. I'll take you home.

No, no. I can't go anywhere just now,

not for a while.

I'll just stand here.

How long did they have her?

Long enough to make her confess.

I made a request.

I asked you to do something for me

and for yourself.

Oh, I knew it wouldn't be easy.

You've had your own kind of love for life--

your grandfather's love, I suppose.

For myself, I've loved life... differently,

with less... passion, perhaps.

If I've yearned for a painting, the touch of an ancient thing,

well, that was my way.

But can't you see, Julio?

No man really loves life

who is unwilling to die for it.

I am a man who ran away, yes,

and now, when I don't want to run away, it's too late.

I once asked you to act, and now I beg you.

Go to England. Go anywhere you can to fight them.

Only act, please.

I've never interfered with your life,

but now I must.

I beg you, Julio.

In the name of God, please,

do what I never did.

You know too well, father, how I am.

If you please.

Please don't be intimidated by our number.

We are not an execution squad--

at least I hope not.

Please sit down.

you told me a while back that you wish to get out of Paris.

I think we can give you that opportunity now,

for a day or two, at any rate.

Longer than that could mean an inability to return at all.

I've had to give these people your real name and position.

You will know why in a moment.

Now, tell us first, please,

how intimate is your relationship with your cousin,

Colonel Heinrich Von Hartrott?

Heinrich?

I'm afraid it's deteriorated since Argentina.

Hmm... do you think that he might allow you to visit him?

Even for a few hours.

No. He's in Berlin now. I don't think so.

He'll be in Normandy when you ask to see him.

Tell him. He has to know.

It seems that London has lost contact

with a German panzer division

that was moved into Normandy some two or three weeks ago.

Our Intelligence have not been able to locate its headquarters.

We do know, however,

that your cousin is leaving Berlin right now to join that division.

If you could visit him, monsieur Desnoyers...

and find the headquarters.

Precisely. we have every reason to believe

there'll be allied landings this spring.

Oh, I see.

And if I find him, what then?

You will contact us by wireless.

There will be an immediate low-level bombing

of the headquarters,

aimed at its total destruction.

How immediate?

It will be up to you to leave the area as quickly as possible.

Needless to say, we can only hope that you'll be at liberty to do so.

Well, monsieur?

You know something? I always did think

that Heinrich would get me into trouble one day.

You will make your inquiry as soon as possible,

and we will make the arrangements.

Francois, here, will be your contact.

He will steal your car immediately to install the wireless,

and you must be ready to leave at a moment's notice.

That's all for now, monsieur.

It's Etienne.

We spent the last month in Lille.

It was bad.

It was always bad,

and the Gestapo was everywhere.

They found him,

and they killed him.

Yes, he is gone,

but I cared for him.

I even... loved him.

Do you want me to stay?

Oh, my darling...

my darling.

I don't mean to beg you.

Things happen.

The world and the war move on.

Passions are sometimes spent,

and we are never quite the same people again.

Huh? Are we, Julio?

No, I suppose not.

Something's come up. Could we leave a little later?

It's arranged, monsieur.

There can be no change of plan.

A matter of a few minutes can't make any difference.

How long have you been with them?

That man down in the street--

he came to see Etienne once.

He said he was an old friend,

but I knew, of course.

He is a member of the Resistance.

Were you working for them before I left?

Yes.

They're sending me somewhere, Marguerite.

I have to leave at once.

Where?

I...

Tell me!

No.

You must tell me!

All right. I'm to find the headquarters

of a German division somewhere in Normandy.

No, no, no!

I should be back sometime tomorrow afternoon, my darling.

It'll be very simple. Heinrich is in command.

There's no possible way of them knowing that I'm in the Resistance.

I just have to see him for a few minutes, my darling.

That's all they want me to do.

Then I'll leave. Just a few--

Oh, please, don't. Please, Marguerite.

Oh, please.

I will come back, Marguerite.

You'll see. I'll come back.

I will come back.

I want to stop at 16 Rue Cassell.

We are late already.

16 Rue Cassell.

Oui, monsieur.

Your mother is still asleep.

But I can wake her--

No, no. It's better if you don't.

When will you come back?

Where can I reach you?

Well, you can't.

I don't understand.

Well, Marguerite will explain everything.

Oh, you will go to see her.

You'll do that for me, won't you, father?

Oh, yes, yes, of course I will,

but is there nothing you can tell me?

N- No, there's nothing. But, but...

I'm not running away.

Do you understand that?

Julio.

Whew.

Let me explain the wireless, quickly.

Under the car, there is a little transmitter, perfectly hidden.

It broadcasts a beep signal on a very special wavelength--

constantly, even when the engine's off.

Right now.

Now.

The country ahead as far as the channel

is thick with hidden wireless.

Our people are following this signal with directional receivers.

They know where we are right now.

But of course, and so does London.

Ingenious, huh?

How do they know when we get where we're going?

The cigarette lighter.

you press it-- you or I--

and the signal changes.

It is steady.

There are no more beeps.

They know where we are to 100 meters.

We, of course, must be sure that we know where we are.

Perfection, eh?

Francois, what do you suppose would happen

if I were to press this right now?

Then somebody, monsieur, would waste a great many bombs,

and I, a night's work.

My reading is 2-8-4 degrees.

Paris, 2-8-4.

London, 1-7-3.

Monsieur Desnoyers, I'm sorry,

but I'll have to contact Colonel Von Hartrott

to get permission for you to proceed.

If you'll come inside, please.

I had an informative conversation

with Etienne Laurier before he died,

and it led to a new development.

The development leads me to a new question.

perhaps since your nephew received so much information

in your own home, you have the answer.

Have you any specific record

when he joined the Resistance?

Why he should be crossing northern France at this very moment

with a man carrying forged papers

who is also a member of the Resistance?

He wanted to see Heinrich.

It should make it a very entertaining rendezvous.

I remember them both as such a clever pair.

Sir, that word-- rendezvous...

I withdraw it.

Good day, General.

Your patrol has come

from Colonel Von Hartrott's headquarters.

They'll escort you in and escort you out.

I apologize, monsieur, for the delay.

Use matches, monsieur.

London, bearing 1-7-3.

This is General Von Hartrott speaking.

I'm still waiting for my call to Colonel Heinrich Von Hartrott.

It's urgent!

Couldn't you have called from your office, Karl?

Neither from my office nor my home.

Why not?

Because I am in trouble.

Because my Heinrich is in trouble.

Because your Julio is in trouble.

Only two children left,

and they are both in trouble.

Now the lighter, monsieur.

Julio: You know, it's a strange thing, Heinrich.

I never before associated you personally with murder.

We do not murder members of the French Resistance.

We execute them--

at least those we don't intend to question.

Show him upstairs.

I want to see the interrogation officer.

I'll be in the lounge.

Operations here.

We have your target pinpointed.

Let's sit over here. We'll not waste time.

You may sit down if you wish.

I, uh... I would hope that

a formal interrogation is not necessary,

but that's up to you.

We shall find out why you're here, in any case.

Etienne Laurier died

under interrogation at Lille the day before yesterday.

Did you know?

He, uh...

he gave several names, including yours.

It is an ugly revenge.

he'd been through it once.

He knew he couldn't go through it again.

If you believe that, then bear in mind

how much simpler it will be if you cooperate.

Do what you have to, Heinrich, but for God's sakes,

will you do it without threats?

Do you think they are idle threats?

Forget the uniform! Don't play the soldier with me, Heinrich.

I'm waiting for the interrogation officer.

You know, I'd given you a good deal more credit than you deserved.

I even envied you once...

your way of life, your... your independence.

And then I discovered that you were childish enough to join the Resistance.

You, of all people! Why, Julio?

Was it for the woman?

She never knew.

Then why?

Why?

I don't suppose there's any simple answer to that.

You say you envy my independence.

Well, no one can be independent...

not in your world, Heinrich.

Finally, a man has to take sides,

no matter what the reason.

What shall I say, then?

To my enemy or to an impossible fool?

In a few minutes, it won't make any difference what you say.

So, why not a toast to us, Heinrich?

The toast the old one gave the night he died. Remember?

To the family.

Can you still drink to that?

Hello? Von Hartrott.

Not now. Who? Who?

My father.

I'll take it.

Hello. Hello?

Oh, no. It's just planes going over.

They go past all the time.

What? What is it?

I am with Julio.

I am with Julio now!

What is it you want to warn me about?

Von Kleig. Oh, there will always be trouble with Von Kleig. I know.

I understand you, father, but I--

My God, Julio. Have you done this?