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THIS FILM IS BASED
ON THE LIFE OF DR PETIOT

1942 - PARIS

The Paris streets
thrill to the sporting action

of the velo-taxi championship.

A new Parisian tradition,
born of necessity.

Madeleine-Concorde, final straight,
and the Dubois team claims the title.

Close by, the Palais Berlitz exhibition
examines the Jewish question.

France,
victim of its generosity and hospitality,

is infested with Jews since 1936.

This astonishing morphological
and psychological profile of Jews

is a clear demonstration
of the Jewish peril.

The ever-growing number
of Frenchmen who can spot a Jew

will be better prepared
against his scheming.

THE HANGED MAN'S CASTLE

That's silly. Ridiculous!

You look ridiculous with your big spoon!

Ridiculous, useless.

It's just silly.

I don't know what people are thinking of.

What are all these pots?

Doctor!

I've something for you, Doctor.

-This should give him a boost.
-Thank you.

This'll help your nose, Bécotel.

TAILOR

DR MARCEL PETIOT
PARIS UNIVERSITY OF MEDICINE

HOSPITAL DIRECTOR

-I was worried.
-Important calls, dear.

Look what I found for you.

Same here!

-They've passed the word round.
-It's the new moon.

Here we go again. Oh, Carbet died.

Good.

I'd rather wait all night
than go to another doctor.

I thought he was going to blow up.

Don't worry.
The good Doctor Petiot will sort it out.

Very well.

I've been told…

… just like my poor cousin.

When her husband left her.

It's my heart.

Not just my heart, my head.
I can't get to sleep.

Everything burns,

even bread and water.

No more pleasure.

Sir…

This way, sir.

-Sir…
-I should have come before.

-You are Mr…?
-Rossignol.

Sit down, Mr. Rossignol.

You look like you have poor digestion.

It hurts there, doesn't it?

Mr. Rossignol, you have a stomach ulcer.

I know what you need.

A few drops before meals.

Come and see me once a week.

We'll talk about what's in here.

And the rest will get better.

Pay me next week.

Marcel, what would you say
if I tried green beans?

I don't care, Célestin. Ask Georgette!

We need vegetables this winter.
That's all there is to it.

JEWISH BUSINESS

-Any news, Doctor?
-Tonight at eight, Porte Dauphine.

-So soon?
-What do you mean?

I have what you need.

The second payment.

We sold our Louis XV commode.

I'd like to sell the rest.

I know it's expensive
but the smugglers are rapacious.

The risks are high.
Scoundrels thrive in these times.

Don't worry about the furniture,
I'll call for it.

I'll see Ms. Guzik about it.
I know a place.

But for you, I don't know how we'd manage.

I'll never forget this.

No, please. Not between us.

We haven't time to get emotional.

Did you know the Krauts have started
deporting foreign Jews?

You're Polish, aren't you?

I don't know what they do,
they just take them away.

But those taken haven't written with news.

I can't stay, I have patients to see.

Don't forget:
no initials or clues on your linen.

As for jewellery,
bring all the gold you have,

anything of value.

You can change them there.

Be brave. See you tonight.

Are we making a mistake?

Argentina is far away.

We've had no time to think it through.

We can't sit here behind this sign
waiting for the Hun to come.

Luckily you're not Jewish.

Maybe we can hide you near Paris.

It's no use. Look at me!

What's wrong with you?

Nobody would take me for Emile Dubois!

Doctor!

I must warn you, one of your patients
forged a prescription.

-Who?
-A girl called Kern.

Morphine. Fourteen ampoules
of morphine hydrochloride.

As you're known here,
she thought I wouldn't suspect.

I had to call the police. Sorry.

I hope it won't cause problems
with the medical council.

No, I'll see to that.
Thank you, Mr. Verdier.

Ah, Marguerite, is it you? Answer me

Answer, answer me quickly

-Madame Kern?
-Yes?

That's me.

Dr. Petiot. Your daughter's doctor.

Can I see you in private?

I've no secrets from my husband.

Is Rosa all right?

She's been arrested.

She's in La Roquette.

Arrested by whom? The Gestapo?

No, by the drugs squad.

And I'm in a right fix because of her.

The silly thing altered my prescription.

Enough morphine to kill a bull.

As if no one'd notice!
She was caught, of course.

Rosa takes drugs?
Has it been going on long?

Yes, I've seen her a few times
in withdrawal.

I didn't want to leave her to suffer.

I remembered also that I wrote
prescriptions in your name.

The doses looked better for two people.

Anyway, the police found out
and they'll investigate.

What should we do?

Say that you're following
drug addiction treatment too.

I've never taken a thing!

But I'll find a lawyer.

And I'll pay the fees.

Do as I say
and the case will be dismissed.

Don't! It's serious!

He was making a packet from the girl.

Don't talk rubbish!
Rosa could get ten years.

You can tell you're her stepfather.

You're mad! You'll wind up in jail too.

I administered morphine to you both
in diminishing doses.

The only way I'd prescribe it.
I don't hawk poison.

If they suspect?

I'll provide evidence, give you jabs.

Give me your arm.

No, please!

Come now!
These are jabs without injections.

Just to give you tracks.

He's a charlatan! Refuse!

I can do it for Rosa.

Doctor! Did I hurt you?

How's the girl?

Ginette!

What's going on? Where's Alice?

She wanted to see out the window.

You mustn't come. We can't pay you.

We've hit a bad patch.

Who mentioned money!

Hello, Alice.

What's new on the horizon?

How are you?

Look at me.

Oh, you're looking better.

Come on, sit up.

Your fever has died down.

Come closer to me and breathe deeply.

Breathe in.

-Breathe in.
-I saw a dog today.

-Where?
-Outside.

I want one for home, but Dad doesn't.

-Why?
-I don't know.

Let me tell you, Mother dear
What lies behind my torment

Daddy wants me to reason

Like a grown-up

I reckon that candy
Is worth more than reason

Where did they come from?

From nowhere.

Tell me, do you know who I am?

I'm a wizard!

Watch.

Do you have a pin, Ms. Gilbert?

Thank you.

It's almost dark.

I'll wait.

I love the night.

-Do you want a candle, Doctor?
-No, there's no need.

I can see very well.

Yes, my dear. I'm like a cat.

I see in the dark!

Petiot's undetectable system.

And the meter's stopped.

Thank you.
You're sure we won't get in trouble?

No. It'll just save you electricity.

A bill you won't have to pay.

I'm a great inventor.

I'm a scientist. And believe me,

Mr. Gilbert, this'll be famous.

Sit up, my dear, and look at me.

There. Stick your tongue out.

I've discovered perpetual motion.
That's right.

I have just perfected
a very sophisticated machine.

Tongue out…

There.

Lie down and I'll massage your stomach.

There.

It's a pump
that blows and sucks faecal matter.

Ideal for treating chronic constipation.

It's very simple.

An aneroid system

activated by differences
in atmospheric pressure.

It should work until the end of time.

Eh, poppet?

I'll send you a card at the first stop.

You remember the secret code, darling?

"Thank you" means "arrived safely."

"Weather fine":
I've crossed the demarcation line.

If you write "godson",
then I can join you.

Good. What about "Buenos Aires is fine"?

"Please."

Please…

Kiss me, my lady.

Don't be sad.
Your husband's in good hands.

He'll be happier there.

When he arrives,
he'll send half this photo.

You'll be reassured. No panicking.

And who thinks of everything?

Glasses!

A true Argentine. Wonderful.

It reminds you of transatlantic liners.

What a voyage. How lucky you are.

Casa, Dakar, Buenos Aires…

You'll have no problem there.

No food shortages.

It's steaks all round!

Do be careful.

I'll send news.

In two months,
we'll be together in the sun.

METRO

Come on, son, run!

It's curfew.

I can't take you in the trailer.

Run!

You see patients here?

Yes, I bought the building.

I'll use it after the war
as an ultra-modern clinic.

Come.

This way.

Here we are.

The clinic of the future.

The future. Damn the war!

Yes.

Please, do sit down.

I've five fine skins in the lining.

I doubt they've seen the like
in Argentina.

I could start again.

Maybe it's not too late at 35.

Sit down.

The smuggler will be here soon.
We'll sort out the final details.

Let's go.

Here.

First of all, a note to your wife.

I'll give it to her when you've gone.

That must be him.

Come.

I'll check. Go in there.

Wait for me.

You, Colin? What's going on?

An emergency at my uncle's.

-Now?
-I've just been told.

It's not convenient.

You've no choice.

One second…

Guzik.

It's a patient. Don't worry.

Stay right here. There's no problem.

Purchasing Office. We work for you.

I'm going to the villas.

Show me your photo.

French Gestapo. Yes. I know you.

Come, gentlemen! I'm on an emergency call!

He has a nice big ham!

Louise, what are you doing here?

The doctor is our good friend.

Doctor, won't you take me with you?

Not tonight. Really.

I've things to do.

All the merchandise?

They've done well.

There's my uncle. Wait here.

Excellent! The work of an artist.

Spirit that away quickly.

More? There's no room.

We all have our ways.
He likes to see for himself.

Nathan? Come, Guzik.

We've wasted enough time.

Come.

The smuggler's coming
and we haven't done the jabs.

Americans are sticklers.

Without a vaccination card,
you'll be refused.

Back to square one.

Roll up your sleeve.

There.

What's this for?

All doctors are music lovers.

It's well known.
Music soothes the savage breast.

You like it?

There! Now you're ready to board.

No. Not quite.

I'll make a new man of you.

-You can't be too careful.
-You're right.

Since the Krauts' exhibition on Jews,

I feel I'm being followed.

Oh, yes…

walking openly in the sun,

not being ashamed,

not fearing it'll spark
some kind of disaster…

I wonder what Buenos Aires is like.

Buenos Aires!

We've almost forgotten
what towns look like

without uniforms,

without bread lines…

You're ready for a better life.

The smuggler this time.

-The cupboard again!
-No.

Don't worry. Come along.

Hide in there.

I'll open the door.
Make no noise. You never know.

POSTCARD

I reckon that candy

is better than reason!

Tart.

Fool.

You must leave him.

You're going to get what's coming!

We won't stand for that, my old girl!

Dad, I got nine in science.

It's rhubarb jam.

Why not ten?

And you haven't even finished
the hanky for Mummy.

I'm learning about Valenciennes lace.

-Valenciennes' département?
-Nord.

-Good.
-Lace-making capital.

Very good. Sons of Valenciennes?

Come now.

-Watteau, for instance.
-Who?

You've never heard of Watteau,
the painter?

What do they teach you!

The Embarkation for Cythera…

That's not his lesson.

-What is?
-Napoleon.

The Napoleonic wars.

A moron who bumped them off
by the thousand.

And why? For glory.

Doesn't Hitler ring any bells?

You like seeing Krauts
on your way to school?

There's a difference. Jena, Dad?

-Yes?
-October 14, 1806.

So what?

Then it was the French occupying Germany.

A chess problem for you.
From yesterday's Liar.

Here, your mother's oddball.
Now run along.

Where's my kiss?

-He's getting more like you.
-You think so?

Célestin's here this morning.
I asked him to make them wait.

Good idea!

I hope it brightens up. I feel the cold.

Yes, I hope we'll have coal next winter.

I'm sick of burning anything.

We'll have no more furniture!

It's even freezing in bed.

You even kept a tray!

Hiding under the covers…

And waiting here doesn't warm you up!

You should try newspaper.

Crumple it up well and soak it in water.

It goes rock hard when it dries.

And it burns slowly.

Madame Kern.

When you'd gone,
I regretted letting you give me jabs.

I can't keep pretending.
This drugs business is serious.

I talked it over with my husband.

We thought about it…

He's furious.

He wants me to tell the police.
But I'm telling you first.

I know you tried to help my daughter.

I don't want to be unfair.

Unfair to me?

It's unfair to your daughter.

-What'll happen to her?
-If you know a lawyer…

Yes, I know a good lawyer.
He'll do what he can.

Plead mitigating circumstances.

Tolerance and indulgence
aren't popular nowadays.

I suppose you've noticed.

If you stay in Paris,

your statement
will only harm your daughter.

There might be a solution. The only way.

Go to the Free Zone.

Until better days come.

And let Rosa's lawyer
say what he likes to save her.

Nobody will come and check.

Your husband's Jewish, isn't he?

-Yes?
-Yes.

He might be interested in leaving
while there's still time.

-You know a route?
-Pardon?

Do you know a route?

Be at Porte Dauphine, tonight at 8.

I'll give you the details

and introduce the lawyer.

Come alone.

Tell no one yet.

The bastards!

They've stepped up their jamming.

We'll get them, you'll see.

Damn!

Good day, sir.

-Can I have a shave?
-Of course.

Sit down.

-You are Mr. Forestier?
-Yes.

I've a big favour to ask.

Come.

This way.

Everyone needs a change of look
these days.

No, I want to meet Dr. Eugène.

Who told you about him?

Plumel.
I met him at the Jobert last night.

He said you were a friend.

He didn't mention you.

-Who are you?
-Ivan Drezner.

-Jewish?
-Yes.

I must leave France soon.

Why, have you been spotted?

They arrested me and took me to Compiègne.

I managed to escape two days ago.

How do you come to know Plumel?

Through the wife of a friend
who made him up for a film.

He's an excellent makeup artist.
He's done many films.

Excuse me a minute.

-Have you any papers?
-No.

Ever met an escapee with papers?

Passports are expensive.

Drezner…
any relation to the Alsatian Drezners?

I have money.

If that's what you want.

Smuggling is expensive too.

-Were your family taken?
-No.

I had a transmitter company in Lyon.

The Resistance were served first.
And they found out.

I'll speak to Dr. Eugène.
I think it'll work out.

-Can you leave tonight?
-Yes.

Thank you.

25,000 now, 25,000 tonight to Dr. Eugène…

with a passport photo and only one bag.

That's all I know. He sees to everything.

You can trust him.
He's done this many times.

Where do you want to go?

Doctor Eugène.

Madame Silbermann has had no news
of her husband.

But she knows he's arrived.

It's not my fault
if the mail doesn't get through.

Or if people don't want to write.

You know, Bella,

I wonder if some of them don't leave

just to escape their wives.

Oh, Doctor!

Don't be unfair.
If you knew how many hopes you carry.

They know the risks you take.

If they truly knew…!

Payment for the next trips.

The Filderbrauns,
the Soltis, the Bressmanns…

Despite the pain

My life is good…

The smugglers aren't as unselfish
as true patriots.

The money's short, Bella.

Forestier said there'd be more.

The Grinbergs don't want to go now.

Why not?

-They're scared.
-What did they say?

I'm sorry, it's silly.
They thought you had dirty hands.

It seemed odd for a doctor.

Dirty hands?

I have dirty hands?

Dirty hands!

You sacrifice yourself
and there's no gratitude.

No tact.

I've better things to do
than listen to their stupidity.

My hands are dirty
because I stick my neck out!

I've better to do!

-Dirty hands!
-Doctor!

SHELTER

Ivan!

It worked.

You were away so long.

I thought they'd arrested you again.

-Can they get you a passport?
-Tonight.

Thank you.

Your man Plumel was spot on.

The route does exist.

I'm to meet Dr. Eugène
tonight at 8, metro Monceau.

I trust them. They seem organised.

-You're going out tonight?
-I think so.

Unless they hide me for a day or two.

In any case, I must take my bag, Cécile.

Good.

We mustn't push our luck.

Without papers,
I won't be reassured till you've gone.

Excuse us, Gourlin.

I'd like to spend
what time I have with my wife.

Wait a second, old chap.

We made a deal.

I kept my word,
I got you out of Compiègne.

You must keep yours.

You said that was a formality
for the Germans.

That it wouldn't be used.

This looks like your signature,
doesn't it?

What's this?
We talked money, not contracts.

Read it, Madame.

I, IVAN DREZNER,
PROMISE TO PROVIDE INFORMATION…

You can't have promised to do that.

It's like denouncing other Jews.

You're scum, Gourlin.

You've always been with the Gestapo.

I refuse to collaborate.

You have no choice. Nor do I.

Herr Yodkum, head of Jewish Affairs,
to whom you owe your freedom,

your night of love
under close surveillance,

is not the kind to joke.

You have the afternoon.

Tonight you will go to the meeting
with your bag.

We'll see to the rest.

Yodkum is sick of this Dr. Eugène
ruining his work.

He wants the whole network. Or else…

I'll be arranging your return
to Compiègne.

What if they send you back after?
It's a trap, Ivan!

-Do you love me?
-Yes, I do.

Then trust me. Come on.

Good old Dr. Petiot!
You're the toast of the villas.

It wasn't easy.

They're a tough crowd. Suspicious.

My uncle was glad
you sent them to America.

They tried to trick him?

Unprincipled louts. They wouldn't share.

Your uncle will be even gladder.

He hasn't lost everything.

Look.

I didn't leave the foot in,
but I think it's good work.

I kept the left foot.

But I share. That's our deal.

I'll tell him.

It's natural.

Look at them!
I fancy a pigeon and peas too.

It's all the Boche leaves us to eat.

It's a bad sign.
Months ago they'd never have done that.

-Are you scared?
-Everyone is.

Don't believe that. History is fickle.

The Germans still have a good chance
of winning.

If they do, believe me,
we're on the right side of the Channel.

There'll be a few good tickets to be had.

That amuses you.

There's nothing wrong with you.

What can I say? You know that.

But it hurts.

Me too. Everyone's hurting at the moment.

I suffer when I see you
beating about the bush.

You don't want to work in Germany?

I see dozens like you every day.

Nobody wants to sweat for the Hun.

It's understandable.

It'll be the death of me.

No, none of that.

You'll never have enough
to cover the risks I run.

With these medical certificates.

UNFIT

History is implacable,

and I reckon Hitler
has little chance of winning the war.

But if he loses,

you can say you dealt with brave,
unselfish people.

Oh, yes.

Thank you, Doctor.

I'll never forget this.

I hope not.

Georgette,
tell them to come back tomorrow.

Tomorrow's full.

Well, I'll manage!

Good news.
The flat in Bd Raspail is as good as ours.

-Are you buying it?
-What?

Yes! And I've another to see.
I'll tell you about it.

CARETAKER

Gérard?

Are you ill?

I got zero in science
and the teacher hit me.

Then I'll beat him up!

I had you going!
Look, I'm even better than you.

Naughty boy! Tomorrow it's geography.

Up at five.

I'll have you recite it.

It won't be so funny then.

-Pic de la Maladeta?
-Garonne.

-Gerbier de Jonc?
-Loire.

Doctor Petiot?

Eminent!

Zero. He's never here at night.

Good evening. Dr. Petiot.

I'm the doctor from the registry office.
I've just been told.

My condolences.

I thought he was just having a lie-in.

At least he didn't suffer.

It may be no consolation

but these are hard times.

So many people

see themselves dying.

And I'm in a good position to know.

At least he was loved.

So many disappear

without anyone noticing.

"Petiot…"

Yes…

Excuse me, I've patients to see.
Here. My condolences.

Let me tell you, Mother dear
What lies behind my torment

Daddy wants me to reason

Like a grown-up

-Daddy wants me to…
-Reason.

-Like a…
-Grown-up.

I reckon that candy
Is worth more than reason.

There!

Come on. Oh!

I thought you wanted a cat.

I've never seen a cat with ears so big!

This one's called Bubblegum.

And the other, Liquorice.

We bought them to fatten them up.

Now she loves them,
they can't go in the pot.

Excellent. The girl must enjoy herself.

You won't believe me,
but rabbits are very intelligent.

Again! We're always having power cuts.

What I like best about this war
is being plunged into real darkness.

Breathe in.

Breathe deeply now.

If there's a male and a female,
they'll have babies.

Lots of babies.

Little males and little females
who'll do the same thing.

If my sums are right,
next year you'll have

387 rabbits.

I'm positive.

It's mathematical.

And the 387 little rabbits

will have more and more and more babies

and more and more babies

and in ten years' time, there'll be…

1,287,340 little rabbits.

They'll be running all over!

You won't know where to stand!

We won't be bored!

But I've thought of everything. Look.

I'll help you grow carrots.

Rabbits need carrots to live.

So we'll plant a forest,

a forest of carrots.

I'm Dr. Eugène. Come quickly!

Your case…

The Gestapo are following me.

They want to crack your network.
I'll explain, it's very complicated.

Follow me.

Run, damn it!

The buggers won't get me.
I know the area backwards.

Come on, run!

I'm in a fine mess! What do I do with you?

You're my last hope.

And you're a magnet for trouble!
Why should I trust you?

I told you in time. I'll explain.

Be quiet!

Come on, quick!

Give me a hand.

Thank you.

-Go on!
-Thank you.

One more time.

We're safe here.

All the shutters are closed.

So there's no problem.

We can't be seen.

My word…

that was a close thing.

All that excitement's made me hungry.

Aren't you hungry?

No, I'm feeling rather queasy.

Breathe deeply, it'll pass.

-You really are a doctor?
-Yes.

Are you a resistance fighter?

-I swear that…
-No need for that.

-First, who was following us?
-The Gestapo…

Which Gestapo? The French or the German?

Germans, for Yodkum, Jewish Affairs.

That at least gives me some respite.

Because the French…
You never can trust them.

Everything I said is true.

I was at Compiègne,
I was a Jewish resistance fighter.

But…

I didn't escape alone.

I was helped.

-Who?
-Gourlin.

A collaborator who knew my wife
before the war.

I'm sorry. I know.

I thought they'd send me to Germany.

I had to save myself.

So if I've got this right,
you were the mug.

They used you as bait.

But what do they know about me?

How to get in touch with you,
via the barber.

That's why they needed
a credible customer.

To get to Dr. Eugène.

Eugène? Is that what they call me?

Have you ever heard of Dr. Petiot?

Nobody has ever mentioned the name?

No, never.

Sorry.

My only chance was to go anyway
and protect you in time.

Calm down. No one will find you here.

You're a worthy opponent.

Shame we didn't meet earlier.

Life can't be perfect.

It's a matter of luck.

There's no such thing.

Only probabilities.

To use to one's advantage
when you've worked out the mechanism.

Everything is subject to laws, to rules,
but we don't yet know them.

When I have time,

I'll write a very serious book
on casino betting combinations.

I'll call it "Conquering Luck."

I've already started an essay

on other games.

On the war, on the war and chess.

Do you ever get time to sleep?

Not much.

You have to try everything
to avoid being a pawn in the game.

Check and mate.

Obviously it's not my day.

We take it in turns.

Earlier you nearly did for me.

I'll get you out tonight.

By tomorrow, you'll be across the border.

Barcelona, Casa, Dakar…

Or the transatlantic crossing.

Seriously, will you?

As the smuggler's coming,
you may as well benefit.

I'll miss our chess games, of course.

Me too.

There.

Now we have to be quick.

I have to vaccinate you
to enter Argentina.

No need. I'll stop in Spain.

From there I'll try to reach London.

That's your problem.

Anyway, the smuggler won't take you
without your vaccination card.

It's out of the question.
Once you're with him, do as you like!

-It's not my problem!
-No!

Why not?

I'm soft. I hate jabs.

But you're mad.

I'd rather be thumped.

Your childishness
could have tragic consequences.

All right, then.

Roll up your sleeve.

Come on…

I'd like to tell my wife.

It's all arranged.

Here, write her a note.

I'll pass it on.

I'll see to you.
You mustn't be recognised.

I never thought I'd wear foundation.

That's what you get
for being an Alsatian Jew.

And rich.
I could have predicted your future.

Who can that be? Could it be the Germans?

No. It must be the smuggler.

Go in there.

There. In you go.

Hide here and wait for me.
Don't make a sound.

Doctor!

I called you.

No one lives here?

No. A doctor uses it. I called him.

He left his number.

-He takes the keys?
-He said to touch nothing.

It must be a chimney fire.

There are body parts in the cellar…

Burning.

-No one's allowed in.
-I'm the owner's brother.

Pardon me, sir.

-Has CID been called?
-Just now.

There's no time to lose.

Wait for the inspector here.

-Are you a good Frenchman?
-I'm French.

This is an undercover operation.

Those burning down there
are Krauts or collaborators.

Executed traitors to our country.

-By the Resistance?
-Yes.

If CID got involved,

it'd put in danger
the lives of a dozen patriots.

Let me spirit the file away.

OK, we've seen nothing.

No problem, chum. Good luck.

Paris thrills!
Our opera has the rare privilege

of welcoming Berlin Opera artists.

But Paris chills…

Two months after the mass grave was found,
Marcel Petiot is still at large.

Sighted in Auxerre, Paris, Spain,

and Villeneuve-sur-Yonne,
where he was mayor before the war.

Here, in his hideout,

Dr. Satan slaughtered
at least 30 innocent victims,

men, women and maybe children.

Nightmare visions!

The coroner examines the meagre remains
found in a quicklime pit.

Most are unidentifiable.

What cries of distress,
what wails of suffering

did these walls hear?

Foul crime or sadism?

It's a total mystery.

But Marcel Petiot
will be labelled monstrous,

the serial killer of the century.

Arrests are made:
the wigmaker who served as his tout,

who only knew the murderer as Dr. Eugène,

thought he was in contact
with Resistance smugglers.

He was charged, as was Célestin Nivelon,

close friend of the vampire,
who told the judge

that Petiot was excused service
for insanity.

And Georgette Petiot, his wife,
claims to know nothing.

What awful secrets haunt her memories?

And little Gérard.

What can he think, playing
with schoolmates in Auxerre,

where he will finish school?

Does he know his father,
as a child in the same town,

killed local cats and dogs?

What does the future hold

for a murderer's son?

Murderous!
That's the only word you can use

to describe the RAF bombing.

The British savagely dropped
their projectiles

on hard-working Paris.

France mourns its dead.

The dignified working class
in the battered cemetery suburb,

the government delegation
accompanying the Occupiers

against the grandiose backdrop
of Notre Dame.

AUGUST 1944

They're coming!

The Americans are coming!

They're coming!

Those militia bastards!

I spotted them long ago.

The shits!

Scum.

IN MEMORY
OF FATHER ALEXANDRE JELOWICKI

Pigs! Militia pigs!

You shits!

They're trapped!

We'll get them now.

René, get along if you're too tired.

Go on, clear off.

Guard the entrance.

I'll get them. I swear I will!

Oh, yes.

A purge is the priority.

The priority.

Liberated Paris sings.

Some sing annoyingly off-key.

Madame Valéry,
I'm looking for deported French doctors

to trade them for German doctors
we're holding here.

I need your son's military record.

Everyone's Resistance now.

Even those who arrested my boy.
Bring me my drawer.

Second on the left.

The second.

Give me his medical diplomas.

Such a good boy.

Look, he was seven then.

Here, 17.

Monday morning, the emperor
His wife and the little prince

Came round to shake my hand.

My God! It's good to laugh.

Excuse me.

Thank you very much.

I'll see to everything!

Is it true you'll bring him back?

I promise. You'll hear about him soon.

Captain Valéry!

-A letter for you.
-Thank you.

Hello. See about that next week.

We have to interrogate suspects.
Denounced ones.

Right, sir. Your trick's working.
They all fall for it.

-They talked?
-Not last night.

But today they're getting excited.

The chemist's been called
a filthy collaborator.

It'll soon come to blows.

They won't take much finishing off.
They're ripe!

USED EQUIPMENT - HANDLE WITH CARE!

Lascour first.

PETIOT AIDED THE GERMANS
ON OPERATIONS AGAINST THE MAQUIS.

You know who I am?

He listened all night.

I gave up everything in 1940
rather than kow-tow to the Hun.

I left my surgery,
my home, my whole family.

Everything.

I have nothing left.

I can take poverty.

But when it comes to men…
who sent me such lousy soldiers?

-Fetch me Lascour!
-Yes, sir.

He boasts about selling them women

when he came out of prison.

Thank you, Lascour.

Picavet?

That was the worst.
He returned from Indochina.

He amused the Gestapo
with tortures he learnt there.

-And you?
-Quite different.

I never dealt with Germans.

What are you doing here, then?
Who denounced you?

I don't know. Everybody's doing it.

Shall I ask Picavet to recount
what you said to him this morning?

I said nothing.

That you smuggled a lot of people
to the Free Zone.

Yes. I lived by the Saone. It was ideal.

-For money?
-Like any smuggler.

We took risks.

Be quiet!

You're lying, Lascour.

You took money from patriots and Jews
to smuggle them

then dumped them in the wild,
near a German patrol, if possible.

And they'd give you a fat tip.

You were raking it in.

-Come on, sign that.
-Sign here.

I'll tell you what I think.

It is particularly abject
to profit from betting on hopes.

The prosecutor will decide.
I wouldn't like to be in your shoes.

Come along, next.

Royer, I'll take over the guard tonight.

I'm behind on case work.

Right. Next.

"I, Marcel Petiot,

author of these lines, participated fully

in actions for the Liberation
despite being pursued."

"My acts were not dishonourable."

"I took my place in the Resistance
under a new name,

having asked to play…"

"Having asked…"

"Asked to play…"

"Having asked to play a more active role

to avenge the thousands
of Frenchmen killed by the Nazis."

And I saved their lives!

"And I saved their lives."

"I strive to sacrifice my own

under false names."

"Petiot."

Quick, come on!

Search upstairs! I'll take downstairs.

You sent for me, sir.

A new case tonight?

Evening, Valéry. No, nothing particular.

It's about your last report.

A fine interrogation report.

But I need the exact date of the arrest.

It's urgent. Don't bother typing.

Write it by hand
at the bottom of the page.

Initial the additional clause.

Thank you.

"Open letter from Petiot."

"The criminal doctor is near."

My word!

-He was in the Resistance?
-Not before Liberation.

Anyway, the black sheep is amongst us,
hiding under a uniform, no doubt.

I've just received a memo.

All secret services
have been ordered to seek him.

And I'm going to inherit the case.

You and others.

You are ordered to communicate
all information you can glean on him.

That shouldn't take long.

I hope not. They want him identified.

You're right.

The atmosphere would become unbearable

if we all suspected each other.

Right, Colonel Petiot?

Oh, sorry.

It just slipped out.

Sorry!

See you later. I've an important meeting.

JEWELS AND CLOCKWORK

He has five identity cards.

Valéry, Valde…

Théron, Defratis…

You are Marcel Petiot?

Yes. I am Doctor Petiot.

Writing that letter was a mistake.
Your hand gave you away.

But sir, can't you let it pass?

No, we can't.

His communist party card,
in the name of Valéry.

It's very recent. Just two weeks old.

A French militia card.

And a France-USSR association card.

We can't enumerate all the…

List of evidence found
in the 53 bags hidden by Dr. Petiot.

Five fur coats,

21 woollen coats,

14 men's overcoats,

two raincoats,

79 dresses,

13 lady's suits,

four town suits,

six jackets,

ten trousers,

29 suits,

ten jackets,

26 skirts,

43 blouses,

115 shirts,

two smocks,

13 ties,

ten waistcoats,

20 shirts,

18 sweaters,

two Peter Pan collars,

35 belts,

three fur stoles,

48 scarves,

26 hats,

12 négligés,

14 dressing gowns,

25 handbags,

75 gloves,

32 pairs of socks,

two suspenders,

13 pyjamas,

60 underpants,

96 vests,

11 pairs of shoes,

365 handkerchiefs,

31 nightshirts…

Only 15 Jews,
four pimps and their mistresses,

and two drug addicts could be identified.

Having been declared guilty
of 27 homicides

with no mitigating circumstances,

Marcel Petiot was sentenced to death
and guillotined May 24, 1946.

To the judge,
who asked him if he had any last words,

Petiot replied:

"I am a traveller
who takes his baggage with him."

Subtitle translation by: Henry Moon