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A FILM BY BERNARD COHN

Quiet, please!

If you die in the war, at least do it as good actors.

François, Claude, you're up.

Let us flee, Theramenes. My surprise is overwhelming.

I cannot even look at myself without horror.

Phaedra, no! For goodness sake, may this horrible secret

remain forever buried deep in oblivion.

OK, that's enough.

Forget Jean Racine. Give Courteline a try.

That's your range. Stick with it.

Natalia Gronski, you're up!

Gronska, not "Gronski."

-Can I pinch your butt? -Are you nuts?

It brings good luck.

A dream...

Should I be concerned about a dream?

I can feel a sorrow inside my heart, gnawing away at it.

I keep running from it.

But it follows me everywhere.

I think you're getting worse by the day.

You've taken elocution classes?

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.

A peck of pickled peppers, Peter Piper picked...

Better?

To move your audience and make them cry, as befits a tragedy,

you'll also have to control your breathing.

And did I not?

The way you're playing Athalie is not very biblical.

She's Polish.

Oh, and was she born in Bucharest?

Warsaw. In Polish, it's called Warszawa.

Play her the way I taught you and start elocution classes again.

Peter Piper picked a peck--

At home, if you please!

Françoise!

Excuse me, miss.

I'm André Valois, and I'm scouting for--

They pay scouts?

I'm the assistant director of a film.

Would you like to work with us?

Is it a big part?

The big parts are always given to Danielle Darrieux.

Here... Come to this address at 10:00 a.m. tomorrow morning.

It's a six-day job.

Is there a script?

You'll read it there. It isn't theater.

And why me?

Because I've been looking for three days,

and this is my fifth drama class,

and my feet are hurting me.

Plus, your face was made for the spotlight.

What if I don't like the part?

You will.

Who's the director?

Paul Langlade.

Hi. All good?

Hi there, Françoise.

Oh, Fernande!

-Hey, Valois. -How goes it?

-Good? -Yes.

-Hello, Lucienne. -Get out of the shot!

-Hi, Paul. -Yes, perfect.

Do you have a minute?

-Yes. -This is Natalia.

OK. Hi, miss.

She'll be perfect for the blind man's buff scene.

OK, perfect. Yes, she'll be great. Thanks.

Sir?

What? What now?

-My script? -Huh?

What are my lines?

Nothing. You don't have any.

Explain it to her, Valois. I'm too busy.

Come with me, Natalia.

I don't say anything?

Let's get you to makeup.

Get out of the shot!

OK, Fernande, put the blindfold on her.

They just did my eyelashes for ten minutes!

This is criminal!

Like cutting off Marlene's legs.

Stop moving, would you?

Don't tie me to a stake to be tortured by Indians!

Do you ever stop talking?

Not while blindfolded!

OK, the others aren't here yet. Isabelle, Gérard, take your places.

Let's go. Get her into position.

OK, spin her around now, and you guys circle her too.

Yes, but not too hard! Don't make her fall.

OK, that's fine.

OK, the cart's perfect, just like that.

Paul?

Yes? Hey there, old boy.

Great costume!

You're filming tomorrow?

This isn't from the costume designer.

It's from the Ministry of Defense.

What?

I've been enlisted

to go shoot at the Krauts.

I just wanted to say bye.

I'm sorry... Bye, old boy.

Good luck. Bye.

I knew my part really well after all.

I mended your blouse.

Thank you.

Speak to me in French.

Are you ashamed of your father?

Were you at the studio today?

Yes! I was working.

You don't even respect Shabbos anymore.

Dad...

I can't refuse this job!

I'm bored of being a salesgirl.

I feel like I'm in a melodrama.

The father doesn't want his daughter being an actress, then she's a star

and marries a Catholic industrialist at the end.

Natalia... we're doing the best we can.

You know they didn't renew our work permit.

If I had been there, they would have.

But you probably acted humiliated like always.

Don't speak to your father that way.

Then why didn't he manage to get the permit?

This isn't Poland! It's unbelievable!

Unbelievable...

What is unbelievable for Jewish people?

Sometimes,

I think you act more Jewish than you really are.

And you act like you aren't more and more.

I don't feel Jewish or like a goy.

Garbo, OK? Neither Yahweh nor Christ for me

but Greta Garbo.

Natalia, Natalia...

We fed you. We raised you.

You don't exist without your family.

Lots of young actresses

work to be able to pay for classes, right?

Yes.

Do you still get along with your friend Jacqueline?

We hate each other.

I strangled her this morning.

On the day of the Sabbath, too.

Her body's over in that drawer.

Natalia, Natalia...

OK, I'm off.

I'll be back on Wednesday.

And I'll eat next time.

And remember, when I eat, I really eat.

This one's good, listen!

"Furniture made by Lévitant is guaranteed to last.

"Furniture made by Lévitant...

"...is guaranteed to last.

"Furniture made by Lévitant...

"...is guaranteed to last.

"Furniture made by Lévitant is guaranteed to last.

"Furniture made by Lévitant is guaranteed to last.

"Furniture made by Lévitant is guaranteed to last."

Jacqueline?

Do you think I could be a tragedian?

No.

No way. You're more of a...

more of... the maid type.

Or maybe... a spy!

Mata Hari... a disturbing and dangerous type of woman.

Hey! Don't you have a date with Tomasz?

Oh, yeah...

You don't seem thrilled.

The last time, we discussed the Revolution three times,

sort of half-made love...

I got an earful about Palestine,

the German-Soviet Pact, and, as a bonus...

he scolded me for losing his book by--

Henri Heine.

Exactly.

Then don't go if you don't want to.

I have to talk to him.

The setting is the meeting...

Thaddeus becomes hopeless when she doesn't show up.

So he couldn't care less... about what the speakers

are saying about Munich, immigrants, racism...

Thaddeus doesn't case.

He wanted her there.

So he could... caress her...

kiss her...

And?

Well... my female character is giving me the most trouble.

Do you have any advice?

You're not listening.

Yes, I'm listening.

You'll see, when it's done.

Let's eat! I'm hungry.

Tomasz, I have to see someone.

What about our night together?

I know...

Is something wrong?

We should stop seeing each other.

But what we have, you and me... Isn't it important to you?

You're wrong.

Here we go!

Yeah, that's enough. Let's go.

Are you ladies finished yet? Can we start?

How's the lighting?

-OK, go. -Quiet!

Quiet, please!

Catherine, look left, OK? Left, not right.

Towards the camera this time.

You got it? OK.

And you signal her.

OK... camera!

Action!

Love Is Always Right, scene 315/1.

Go.

Go ahead, Natalia.

Where do I go now? Where is the coward?

He abandoned me, the man I loved so much.

Have pity on me, My Lord.

Cut!

-Good. Perfect angle. -Picture!

Albert will take a picture.

Stay right there, Miss Valence. OK?

OK, but that was good, right? We got it.

OK, we got it. Thanks. That was great.

Any news about your son?

No.

Not since he left in February.

Are you OK?

Yes, thanks.

My name is Verdier, Albert.

Gronska, Natalia.

Nice to meet you.

Not so much fun being an extra?

As young and pretty as you are, you deserve better.

Would you like me to shoot some pictures of you?

Yes, of course.

OK, then it'll be my gift... if you have dinner with me tonight.

Excuse me?

Sure, you come to my place, so I can take the pictures,

and then we have a nice dinner, as friends, of course.

Yeah, sure...

Even for free pictures?

I know people, you know. I could introduce you to them.

Are you serious? Did you walk out of a film or what?

Charming photographer, a few snapshots, and into your bed...

Nobody's ever slapped you before?

Those are the risks of the job, let's say.

Because that's a real job to you?

You see this one?

It's very dangerous.

You'd better start running... fast.

Let's try a different angle.

-I'm not shooting. -What?

This is bunching up.

What is?

-The dress! I can't shoot like this. -Can't you pull it up?

Get Fernande!

She's never around.

Where's Fernande? Anyone know?

-Come here. -What is it?

I don't know.

It's bunching up!

I just stitched it!

Just use a pin or a button. We don't have time!

My hair!

Be careful!

-Ready? -What's so funny?

Quiet!

Is it OK?

-Behind. -Calm down!

-I can't work like this! -I'm perfectly calm.

Behind...

-I heard you. -Never been calmer!

Where's the script? Get it.

-Give me the script! -Here you go.

OK, ready now? Is it fixed? Can we shoot?

Yes.

-Let's go. -It's not bunching.

Then let's start shooting.

It's bunching up.

What are you doing here?

You forgot this.

Why not just leave it?

You might have needed it tonight.

What do you want?

Advice.

Advice... Fine, five minutes, that's it.

What's that?

It means "You're adorable" in Polish.

Well, if I'm so adorable, then... Come on.

Go ahead.

So, you want some advice?

More like to work with you.

That's a bit more difficult.

Have you ever shot a film?

No.

Are you taking acting classes?

I tried one, but after two days,

I was giving the teacher elocution lessons.

What's this?

That's a praxinoscope.

-"Prascinoscope?" -"Praxi."

Praxinoscope...

What's it for?

Nothing really.

You just spin the images on the inside...

and it looks like they're moving.

I'm bothering you.

No, I have a few minutes. Here.

You've read all of these?

Absolutely.

America...

My parents wanted to go there, not to France.

But the trip was too expensive.

What do they do?

Jewish stuff...

It keeps them quite busy.

My dad's a tailor, like in Jewish stories...

and my mother's the wife of a Jewish tailor.

And what about you?

Not a complete anti-Semite.

Where were you born?

In a small Jewish village, near Łódź...

in a shtetl.

A what?

A shtetl.

Pretty, isn't it?

Shtetl.

Shtetl.

I was two when we came here.

Love scene...

The French Riviera...

The moon shining through the palm trees...

Pierre Richard-Willm is opposite me.

Give me a part in your next film?

Or else...

Or else?

I'll turn into a dybbuk!

A dybbuk?

A malicious spirit.

Malicious, and Jewish...

So, doubly malicious.

You don't know how to walk.

They didn't teach you that?

And your right side is better than the left.

It's true.

So that's a no?

No, I hate judging others.

I can't tell if you're an actress,

at least not like this.

I want to be an actress so badly.

But wanting it isn't enough, you know.

OK, five minutes is up.

Why not completely ruin the evening?

Why don't you go home? I have work to do.

FALL 1940

LOCAL COMMAND CENTER

MAIN TRANSPORT CENTER

Yes, come in.

Hello, Mr. Valois.

Natalia!

I was just coming by to see if you had anything for me.

Nothing at all?

I've always given you work, Natalia.

I went to see Mr. Laurent yesterday on your behalf.

He said he couldn't hire me.

Laurent is refusing to hire you

because of the new law excluding Jews.

There is someone who could help you.

Who?

Paul Langlade.

No way.

He likes you! Talk to him.

No.

Then I will for you.

He knows people.

He can easily get you false papers.

False papers?

Yes.

That's very risky.

Everything's risky right now, Natalia.

So, what is it?

Valois didn't tell you?

No.

I need false papers to keep on working.

I was refused a part last week.

Funny guy, that Valois.

What was he thinking?

I know, I'm always asking you favors.

Right. I can only imagine what the next one will be.

Can you do it?

Look, false documents aren't really my specialty. OK?

-Valois told me you-- -Right, Valois, Valois! Of course.

It's easy for him to say that sitting at his desk.

Does he think false documents are like getting extras?

He didn't even think of the risks for me!

Helping a Jew...

No, wait! No.

Forgive me.

Sorry, it just came out.

I might know someone, yes. A friend of mine.

I don't know how to thank you.

I don't know.

I've become a bit lazy recently.

To think we met each other back in school!

We all chipped in to buy some film.

Things have gone quite well for you since then, huh?

Not easy to become so famous like you.

But André Brachaire seems to have done quite well too.

You know me, Paul.

I prefer to eat caviar at the Tour d'Argent

rather than parsnips at home.

Your paper is selling well?

Oh yes, especially now. Our ideas have slowly started to catch on.

You don't believe in my fight. You've never believed in it.

Well, I don't really do politics. It bores me.

Sure, you're an artist, after all, and artists...

Why don't you go to the United States?

You're telling me that?

It has nothing to do with politics.

You can certainly be a supporter of a new European order

and still prefer Ginger Rogers... to Marika Rökk.

Berlin is fine... but Hollywood is better.

Cinematically-speaking, of course.

No Hollywood, no Berlin. Paris.

I don't have to tell you who finances certain movies here.

I don't work for them.

You will soon enough.

You said you had something urgent to discuss?

Can you get me false documents?

For a lady friend as Jewish as she is pretty.

Yes, exactly.

It's so strange, you know.

I run a newspaper that supports collaboration...

I write editorials

that draw the wrath of those jokers in London...

and people still come to ask me for false documents for Jews.

I could just see me

in charge of a secret, pro-Semitic newspaper,

and some people coming to ask me to get them an Iron Cross.

Can you do it?

I can, but just for one person.

I suppose there are conditions?

Yes, there are.

Money, first.

-But not for me. -I'll pay whatever it costs.

I'm taking a risk, and so are you.

Why are you taking it?

Not for the Jews, as you can imagine.

I'm only doing it for you.

By the way, do you have your protégée's papers with you?

Yes, of course.

Here.

Pretty little face! It sure would be a pity. All right...

I just want to tell you this...

I'd prefer you come to see me for any other reason.

Nicole, born on February 12, 1920... in Algiers.

Nobody will suspect a thing? You're sure?

Not at all. They're not going to go check in Algiers.

And everything else?

Same, all in order.

Your ration cards,

laissez-passer, residence certificate...

Why did you do this for me, Paul?

Because I'm masochistic.

Thank you.

You'll have to destroy your old documents now.

Let's burn them.

Bye, Natalia Gronska.

Who is it?

It's me, Tomasz.

Come in.

Hold on, let me help you.

How are you?

I'm fine.

How'd you know I was here?

Your mom told me.

Tomasz...

forget about me.

You don't really mean that.

What have you been doing?

I lost my job at the newspaper.

I was lucky they didn't arrest me.

Do you remember... Angelli?

Yes.

He went to the census office, and I've had no news since.

What about you?

The police also sent me a summons to come in.

But I ignored it.

I've been living all over, with friends,

changing apartments every two days... Yeah.

Aren't you in danger here?

Only you and my mom know where I live.

Plus, I'm French, so I'm not in any danger.

How are your parents doing?

They can't work anymore.

Tomasz...

give this to my mom.

I won't see her for a few days.

Give it to them yourself.

I don't feel like being scolded by my father.

Go see them.

-I only want to see my mom. -Don't abandon them.

Not now.

Take it.

You know I love you.

Whose seat is that?

It is a seat for the poor man.

If he shows up here, he can eat at our table.

Dinner is on me next time.

I know a place where the rutabaga tastes like sirloin.

Better than the other way around.

Do you ever think about how we're nice and warm...

We eat as much as we want, and the world is falling apart?

Selfishness as a pair is absolute bliss.

Didn't you know that?

Tell me about the 12th one.

-The 12th one? -The 12th movie.

I checked before coming.

Well?

Mademoiselle de Maupin.

Is she a new actress?

No, it's an old book.

What's it about?

A woman who dresses up like a man...

to find out what men think of women who don't think of dressing like men.

Is it funny?

It can be, sure. But it really depends on me.

It's strange to have to wear pants

to find out what men are really thinking.

But some people have done a great job writing about it.

La Fausse Suivante by Marivaux or Twelfth Night by Shakespeare.

You haven't read them?

Then you can borrow them.

You silly goose.

Here.

Gosh, have you seen the time?

I have, yes.

I can't leave now.

Perhaps I'll sleep on your couch?

It doesn't look all that comfortable.

You want polka-dots or stripes on your pajamas?

Stripes.

Do you have something yellow?

No, we don't have any on our shelves at the moment.

THE JAPANESE LAUNCH ATTACKS ALL OVER THE PACIFIC

SÜSS THE JEW

What would Miss Valence say if she knew?

Miss Valence has no right to say anything.

Sit down.

My name is Claude Roitman.

Paul Veysbroke, a furrier from Paris.

Shalom.

Jacques Grinder, a locksmith from Toulouse.

Ingrid Schwarzwald, a professor from Berlin.

I apologize for the rough methods, Tomasz Piovitch.

You know who I am?

Of course.

Who are you?

I'm a colonel in the French army,

but I was discharged.

Now, I'm working with French and foreign Jews.

We're being called terrorists.

What do you want from me?

For you to fight with us.

Tearing down posters for Süss the Jew isn't enough.

I wanted to do something, but I don't know how to fight.

You can learn.

Read this.

It's not propaganda but actual information.

Hello. May I speak

to Paul Langlade's assistant, please?

Hello, sir. My name is Jacqueline Leroux.

I auditioned for you the other day,

and I was wondering if you've made any decisions?

No?

But everyone said

I had a very high chance of getting the part

and that I was the best.

Who got the part?

Yes, I know her. She's my best friend.

Another time then...

Goodbye.

I'll be right back.

Did Jacqueline tell you?

Yes.

Why didn't you come yesterday?

I found out this morning. I wasn't here.

My apologies.

No need.

Come see your mother, Natalia.

Go. I'll wait for you.

My father...

How did he die?

He didn't suffer.

He died at the right time, Natalia.

Natalia!

Natalia!

This is my daughter Natalia whom I told you about.

How are you?

They haven't hurt you?

No, Mom.

You're going to stay with me now.

Everything will be OK, you'll see.

I can't, Mom. Someone's waiting for me.

You come and then leave right after.

-Will you at least come to see me? -Yes.

I have to go, Mom.

I have to go.

I'll come visit you.

I swear.

-You don't live with Jacqueline now? -No.

Who's that man?

The director I'm going to work with.

Congrats. I've gone underground.

Here's Natalia back.

Goodbye.

Is that Tomasz?

Why'd you tell him you'd only found out this morning?

I've hurt him enough already.

You didn't tell her where you're staying?

No.

Good. Be wary of the people you meet,

even your friends.

Come on. There's work to do.

Paul!

Paul, wait!

Everyone knows you're sleeping with that girl.

I won't be humiliated because of her.

It's over between you and me, right?

Don't tell me you're in love with her.

Why not?

You, Paul? Falling in love now?

You're much too cautious, too cowardly.

Thanks.

No, wait. Wait!

I know you well enough to know how these things end.

Don't act more naive than you are.

She's using you to get what she wants.

That's enough. I don't want to talk about this. OK?

Please, Paul! Listen to me. Wait, wait!

I know I'm not easy... but you can't do this to me.

I would never abandon you.

You know what I found out?

-No. -Prévaut died.

-Prévaut? -Yes.

He was playing the soldier. He died from his injuries.

So all this fuss about our relationship...

You'll have to excuse me.

Could he have known you would love him?

He asks for your forgiveness.

Could he have known you would love him?

Quiet for rehearsal!

He asks for your forgiveness.

-Thank you. -You're very welcome.

Nicole.

Quiet on the set. Camera!

Mademoiselle de Maupin, 298/2A.

-Quiet! -Quiet!

I haven't powdered them! I haven't powdered them.

OK, now we can get started.

Quiet!

Catherine... you're not scared of violence. OK?

Do it like in rehearsal. You're getting a bit soft.

Quiet! Quiet, and camera!

-Look at that. -Who is it?

Jamain, the producer.

Well, the Krauts are really producing it.

Jamain used to work with beans.

That's helpful for a producer.

You know Mr. Alfred Bratener?

Yes, of course.

I've admired Mr. Langlade since 1934,

when he came to shoot in our Berlin studios.

This movie wouldn't have been made without Mr. Bratener.

Senior Lieutenant Keller.

I would like to say hello to your actresses.

Our pretty little page!

You're Nicole Granger.

I've heard a lot about you.

Hello, miss. You're playing...

Miss Granger is playing the page, the witness to the story.

So you also have to get into disguise?

Yes.

You're from Algiers, I believe?

Yes.

Miss, have you ever worked in Germany?

No, but I would very much like to.

Thank you, miss.

My true country is where I can work.

You're playing Rosette.

Excuse us for forgetting about you.

OK, let's start from the top. Quiet, camera...

Mademoiselle de Maupin, 298/2A.

Why did Théodore lie to me and hide his manhood?

Why did I love him?

I was happy before he came,

and now I find out you helped him lie to me.

Could he have known you would love him?

He asks forgiveness.

You both mocked me!

I see what you are: a hypocrite in the shadows,

always silently working to help your mistress in her treachery.

But your hair has now given you away!

Here she comes now.

Let us reconcile and forget about Théodore.

You see me as more than just a friend.

I'm begging you.

Cut!

Natalia!

I'm here to see Mom.

Your mother left over a week ago.

Did she tell you where?

She was going to join some people to try and cross into the Free Zone.

She said she'd write.

You can't stay here, Natalia. It's too dangerous.

My poor girl... Get out as fast as you can.

-I'll come visit as soon as I can. -OK.

BUTCHER

Thanks, I'll be fast! I have to meet this man.

-It's a four-day part! -I'll wait here.

No, I can't serve Jews at this time of the day!

It's too late for today. I can't help you.

I still have ten minutes! Please help me out.

I'm allowed until 4:00 p.m.

It's 4:00 p.m. now!

Get out, before there's trouble. Go on, leave.

-Can you hurry? -He can't do that!

You jerk!

Was I speaking to you?

Go somewhere else if you want.

This is my shop. I serve whomever I want!

Serve him. He still has five minutes.

How dare you?

Am I a bother? What if I reported you?

You're a real nutcase.

I'm closing, thanks to you.

What the hell do you have to do to get some damn meat?

Of course, they take everything.

Drop it. I know this guy. He has connections.

Well, I have connections too! You rotten bastard!

Come on, let's go.

CARETAKER

What is it?

Do the Gronskis live here?

Mr. Gronski died.

Mrs. Gronski left a few days ago.

And their daughter, Natalia Gronska?

She hasn't lived here for a while.

Do you have their address?

No, I don't know where they are.

Verdier sent the first shots.

They're great!

Look what arrived under the door.

"I solemnly declare that I am not Jewish...

"and that, to my knowledge, neither of my parents

"nor grandparents are or were Jewish."

I'm scared, Paul.

They're going to find out.

You're fine with your new identity,

and your mother is safe. She's in Nice.

I'm acting as if nothing is going on! I'm...

I'm acting in films while people are being arrested.

What do you think of me?

Answer me.

Wait!

Where are you going?

Home.

What are you carrying in there?

A Tommy gun.

A Tommy gun?

A Tommy gun?

Go on.

Thanks.

North Africa is next.

The Americans and their French imperialist committees...

have just named General Giraud successor to Darlan.

Then, there is De Gaulle with the English...

Help me.

We'll save three boxes for the explosives.

What do we do with these?

Put them somewhere.

You'll bring the leaflets to the address I gave you.

Put it on, so you look like a good Jew.

Come back fast. I don't like when you're far from me.

I'll only be gone a moment.

Go on.

Come with us, miss.

Move.

From morning to night

The vagaries of my soul

I'm fed up with listening To the radio

And reading the damn papers

I've had it with everything

Come in, Mr. Langlade.

How may I help you?

A friend of mine was arrested,

and I thought you could tell me how to contact her.

Was it in this neighborhood?

Yes.

And what is the lady's name?

Nicole Granger.

-Miss...? -Granger, Nicole Granger.

Granger... Granger...

Yes, here she is. Granger, Nicole,

whose real name is Natalia Gronska.

She's Jewish.

I indeed received orders from the prefecture

telling me to arrest the Natalia Gronska in question.

She had false documents.

You must be able to tell me where she's been taken?

It's a delicate situation, sir.

This woman has acted outside the boundaries of the law,

which I have had to now apply.

I was told to.

I'd need to do some research.

Well, someone has to know, right?

It could be nothing more than a simple verification.

The law isn't all that strict. There are some cases where...

If this woman is French, it is a less serious offense.

It says here that, if a Jewish woman is married to a non-Jewish man

or has rendered significant service to France,

the law may not apply to her in this case.

If she can prove that...

No, Natalia Gronska isn't married.

Well, sir, don't blame me if...

Hi there, Paul. What's going on?

Natalia's been arrested.

Who?

The girl with the false papers.

What papers?

Close the door, would you?

Can you do something?

If you knew how many are arrested every day...

you wouldn't even ask me that.

You know people, right?

Some days, yes. Others, no.

If you were to ask me for false papers today...

it would be a "no."

I can't do a thing for her, Paul. Not for her or anyone else.

You can't or you don't want to?

Both.

I only got those documents for you, Paul.

If you read my articles,

you'd know what I think of Jews.

You've chosen a side now, huh?

For a while now already.

You should watch your back.

You too.

I think she acted in your latest movie...

You gave work to a Jew. That could come back to bite you.

You son of a bitch.

Paul, please. I have work to do.

On the window of the bakery

where the father bought unleavened bread,

somebody had written "Jewish shop".

Thaddeus discovered the writing,

and the humiliation he felt hit him full force.

He then remembered how, every morning...

at breakfast,

his father would hand out pieces of the thin bread.

Even though Thaddeus would handle it carefully,

it would crumble in his coffee,

and each piece became a whitish mass,

giving the coffee an odd taste.

Well?

The German Propaganda Squadron claims they can't do a thing.

It's a French law they say.

And if they ban the movie?

What am I supposed to do?

It was a great idea to choose that girl.

It would be a disaster for me if the movie isn't released.

Let's re-shoot Natalia's scenes.

Absolutely not.

-No? Why not? -The part was written for her.

No... No, don't pull that, pal.

There's something you don't know.

I had to move heaven and earth to keep you out of trouble.

I mean, really, Paul. What an idea to go and fall in love with a Jew!

What?

I mean, you know I don't like the Germans any more than you do.

Paul... you have to re-shoot those scenes for me.

You owe me that.

All right...

see you tomorrow night then at the reception.

CARETAKER

What do you want?

Hello, ma'am.

Have you heard anything from Natalia Gronska?

No.

Still nothing?

I told you, no.

OK. Bye, ma'am. Thank you.

Come on, faster! Faster!

Let's go, let's go! Move it, move it! Faster!

Move it, move it!

Faster, faster!

Come on, Tomasz!

Let's go, Tomasz! Faster! Move it!

OK, let's start shooting.

Out of the shot, please.

No rehearsal?

No.

I'll give Catherine my line to help her.

No need. Let's go.

Get me another candle holder. Another one.

Why can't you?

No horse today, no candle holders,

nothing! Absolutely nothing!

Careful, my dress is paper.

-Thanks. -I'm being careful.

Let's start.

Let's go!

-Camera. -Rolling.

Clapper.

Mademoiselle de Maupin, 301/1.

Go.

My master has arrived. I'll leave you be.

Mademoiselle de Maupin, 306/3.

Go.

Théodore, where were you?

What took you so long?

What I did, I do not know.

I went, and then I came. I was hungry, I was thirsty.

I was too hot, then too cold...

I sang, I cried.

And what did you do?

I loved you.

I thought only of your beauty.

No, cut! I told you to say

"I love you" looking up three times already!

Couldn't I gesture towards her?

Do what I tell you!

Let's go, again.

Come on, take your places.

Mademoiselle de Maupin, 306/4.

Go.

Théodore, where were you?

What took you so long?

What is it now? What's going on?

The English are bombing again.

-Where'd that come from? -That crate.

-You must be joking. -No!

No, it was in there.

Paul, listen...

I know what you're thinking, but you're wrong.

I had nothing to do with what happened to Natalia.

I don't like her, yes, but you know

I'd never do something like that.

Say something!

It wasn't you. It wasn't Leroux...

Who was it then? Do you know?

Verdier came to see me a few days before.

He told me her real name.

-Verdier? -It's the truth, Paul.

Why are you just telling me now?

It was convenient, right?

You're crazy!

-Verdier. -Yes?

-Get out of here. -What's going on?

-You damn bastard! -Tell me!

Get out now!

Explain yourself!

Get out! Get the hell out of here!

Go!

This guy-- This guy is completely insane!

Unbelievable!

What?

What are you looking at?

Dear sir...

You have recently filed a request for employment...

with the General Union of French Israelites...

also known as Jews...

of which I am one of its representatives.

The Commissioner General for Jewish Affairs...

has just recommended your application to me in particular.

You can be sure that I will study your application...

with the absolute--

Get out. Fast!

-Out! -Who are you?

Jewish fighters. We're bombing the building. Get out!

You realize you're attacking Jews?

French Jews working for the Gestapo.

Some of us are resistance fighters.

Come. You'll be fine.

Don't destroy the lists of names!

They get Jews arrested.

That's not true! Leave them alone!

Come on. Let's go!

What's going on in here?

Let's get out.

Took you long enough.

Did that militiaman scare you?

Good thing he was alone.

Tomasz...

I found this in your stuff.

Give it to me, Claude.

"Roitberg and the group decided to raise the children

"to keep them from being arrested with their parents.

"His son had been forced to watch the tortures

"the SS inflicted upon him."

Give it to me!

"When he was alone,

"Thaddeus thought of her, of her breasts, her private parts...

"of the times they had spent dreaming together,

"making plans, and these thoughts excited him until it hurt."

-You have a secret? What is this? -A novel.

-I'm writing a novel. OK? -What is it about?

It's a story about a group of men,

a sort of account of our times.

It's also about the love of a man for a certain woman.

-You've been writing it a long time? -Yes, several times over.

I get inspiration from life.

And you just left it lying around?

It's a novel, I told you!

And the Germans? You think they're morons?

What if they ever found it, huh?

They won't ever find it.

You're reckless.

I should've let you keep tearing down posters.

Leave me the hell alone!

You'd already be in jail in a normal war.

The novelist...

HITLER'S METHODOLOGY

SUMMER 1945

Where'd you come from?

From Innsbruck.

No, that's not what I mean. What city are you from?

I came back from Mauthausen.

Are you alone? Is anyone waiting for you?

-You're with someone? -Yes.

You came back alone?

I lost them along the way.

Have you been here long?

This is where you live now?

You hated silence.

It's calmer out here to write.

And it's really close to Paris.

You're working?

I got an offer after our film, but I rejected it.

I didn't feel like it.

You have gray hair here.

Where's the...

The praxinoscope.

It broke during the move.

It was so nice.

-I'll get you some food. -No, later.

Can I go outside?

I'd like to rest.

I can sleep alone here.

It'll all be OK.

Everything.

I'm cold.

I had to re-shoot Mademoiselle de Maupin.

All the scenes you were in.

You did well.

No, I should have refused.

But I said, "Yes, sir," and I re-shot them.

I abandoned everyone:

my father, my mother, Tomasz.

And I'm alive.

I had to play every part to stay alive.

And I played them all.

All of them.

Yeah, it won't be a problem.

I'm going to get some gasoline coupons, and...

Who is it?

A friend of Tomasz's.

Hello. Are you Miss Natalia Gronska?

Colonel Roitman.

I saw you at your father's funeral.

I was accompanying Tomasz.

Hi. Come in.

Miss Gronska...

Tomasz is dead.

How did he die?

We were part of a resistance movement, and we were arrested.

I managed to escape.

I feel, if he hadn't met me, he would certainly still be alive.

Do you really believe that?

Did he tell you about me?

I think it's all in here.

Read it.

He asked me to bring it to you... even though he didn't like me much.

-Did that bother you? -No.

What did bother me was his poet side.

I'm a soldier, miss.

Vagueness and fragility irritate me. I abhor anarchy.

He was reckless but fought like all the rest.

For better or worse, he still fought.

Do you know what happened between us?

That's none of my business, miss.

Excuse me, but I have to get going.

Will you go back to Poland?

Poland?

Good luck, miss. Goodbye.

Yes?

You don't recognize me?

No...

Natalia?

Come in! Don't stand out there!

If you knew how much I've thought about you...

I knew you would come back.

I knew it.

Have a seat.

Take off your coat or you'll catch a cold.

I'm always cold, Jacqueline.

Do you want... something hot to drink?

-Some tea maybe? -Yes.

Coming right up.

These are those cookies... that you always liked.

Just give me a few minutes.

I wanted to tell you about that.

I didn't want to play the part.

Jamain asked me to.

At first, I said no, and...

that I couldn't take it.

But he told me... I should take over the part...

because you were my friend.

I didn't come here about that.

I was so happy to take it.

I did it without remorse...

with no regrets.

So both of us were the page in Mademoiselle de Maupin.

That's all.

Paul was so unhappy.

There were always Germans on the set.

We couldn't talk while shooting.

I know.

The film received rave reviews.

Since then... I haven't done much really.

A few small parts, from time to time.

Then, I got married.

I'm expecting a child.

And the father?

You don't know him.

We'll see each other lots now.

Yes.

-Have you seen Paul? -Yes.

You're going to have a baby too.

I can't anymore, Jacqueline.

And your mom?

She died out in the sun.

She got them good.

Natalia, I just have to say this. It wasn't me.

I know that.

Would you put on our favorite song?

I forget how it went.

Love that comes in the night

Beneath a brilliant night sky

Love, with such a gentle voice

Bring hope back to life inside of me

The wind sang a song to me

It felt like a soft shudder...

Yes, hello?

Yes.

This morning.

OK. Thank you.

They executed Brachaire,

the guy who got you your false papers.

He was a bastard...

but also my oldest friend.

Yes, I put the spotlight on Gaby Morlay. So what?

Why not mention that I also illuminated Rénu,

Frenet, Suzy Prim?

I wasn't in the resistance, that's true.

But to deprive millions of people of work,

I did the same as them.

I booed when Laval gave speeches on the news.

I listened to Radio Londres, and I followed the Russian advance

on a map fixed to my wall.

Those are my only claims to glory.

At the same time, I worked to feed my kids and my wife.

I bought meat on the black market.

Add that to my file.

But your work provided entertainment to the German troops.

You contributed to their war effort.

We had to make French films,

but you know very well that not a single meter of film

could be used in Free

or Occupied France without approval from the Germans.

I worked for Continental Films, operated by the Germans.

If you think that deserves months of suspension, that's up to you,

but you're punishing kids and a woman,

and you'll only be using me as a scapegoat.

You will receive the decision from the commission very soon.

Since I will not have a chance to see you again,

I would just like to say, screw all of you.

Please have a seat, Miss Gronska.

Before we begin, the commission pays tribute

to the deportee, and you have our respect and utmost consideration.

There's no merit in having been arrested.

Your being here is just a formality.

We must personally interview each member

of our shared profession.

Your professional card is of course reinstated as of this instant.

But there is another reason for calling you in.

You are aware that someone reported you.

Is that correct, miss?

Yes, sir.

Then you must help us to identify the person

who reported you.

Do you not wish to know who reported you?

No.

For what reason?

I'm too tired.

Jacqueline Leroux replaced you in Mademoiselle de Maupin.

Jacqueline Leroux is my friend.

Her being your friend... does not prove a thing.

Incidentally...

your relationship with Paul Langlade

could have earned you the hostility of Catherine Valence.

Bear in mind that Catherine Valence was a member

of a resistance group from July 1943 until the end of the war

and was honored for her efforts.

That should clear her of all suspicion.

Yes... if you so wish.

Albert Verdier, the photographer...

He hardly liked you.

I would like to be left alone.

We don't want to overstep,

but we absolutely must gather

as much information as we can.

I don't feel either the desire to help or the need.

Fine, it is commendable on your part to wish to stop at this point,

but we cannot allow any actions that have sullied

our profession to go unpunished,

and they should not sink into oblivion.

I have no intention of forgetting.

I simply do not desire revenge.

May I go now?

Let's please go, Paul.

-They didn't say much to me. -Please...

-Hello, ma'am. -Hello.

I lived here once a long time ago with my parents.

-I'd like to see the apartment again. -Well...

Just a minute.

If you'd like.

When did you live here?

May I?

I'd rather you not. The room hasn't been made up.

Have you lived here a long time?

Since 1942.

Leave us be. Go play.

This chair is beautiful.

It was here when we moved in.

It must've belonged to the previous tenants.

Thank you for letting me in.

I want a high-angle shot.

Are you looking for someone?

No, just watching.

You can't stay here. The director wants an empty set.

-Of course. Sorry. -No problem.

Watch it! Must you stand in the way?

Let's take a quick picture.

Quiet on set for the picture!

It's part of the shot.

Miss, could you step out of the shot, please?

Great, thank you.

Could you smile? Yes, wonderful.

Perfect.

Come here, miss.

Were you happy with yesterday's shoot?

Yes, it all went very well.

I'd heard he was unbearable, but he was very nice to me.

People say a lot about other people, you know.

RESERVED PARKING SPACE

The law gave you back your home.

What are you doing? It's 3:00 a.m.

I've picked up some bad habits.

Come inside, before you get cold.

Come... Let's go.

You'll spray some perfume,

put on some powder, and then start.

-OK. -OK?

Quiet, let's roll.

-Camera. -Rolling.

-Clapper. -Nighttime Ball, 71/1.

Go.

Honey, are you almost ready?

The show starts at 9:00 a.m.

Yes. Don't forget the tickets like last time.

Your mother called.

She was furious that you haven't called her.

You know her birthday's coming up?

Cut.

Good job, Natalia. Natalia?

That was great. No, don't worry about that.

Just remember, this isn't a sad situation.

Try to be a bit happier, all the way until the end.

Let's go.

Quiet, camera.

-Rolling. -Clapper.

Nighttime Ball, 71/2.

Go.

Honey, are you almost ready?

The show starts at 9:00 a.m.

Yes.

Don't forget the tickets like last time.

Your mother called. She was furious

that you haven't called her.

Her birthday's coming up.

Cut.

I can't do it.

Yes, you can.

You can.

You can do it. Do you hear me? You can.

Look at me. You can.

-I don't know how anymore. -Yes, you do. You do.

Now get out there.

-Go. -You're hurting me.

Look at me. Get out there.

I'm here. I'm watching, and I'm not going anywhere.

And now, you get out there.

-You'll stay? -I'm not going anywhere.

Camera.

-Rolling. -Clapper.

Nighttime Ball, 71/3.

Go.

-Honey? -Yes?

Cut. Let's start from the top, Natalia.

Quiet, camera.

-Rolling. -Clapper.

Nighttime Ball, 71/4.

Go.

Honey, are you almost ready?

The show begins at 9:00 a.m.

Yes.

Cut.

Did you tell him about me, or did he ask?

No answer?

What does it matter?

It was you.

He never would've wanted me.

-What's going on in your mind? -Just look at what he shot.

Get undressed. Here, let me help you.

Leave me alone!

-What's wrong? -Leave me alone!

Get out.

Hey, calm down. Calm down.

It's over now.

It's over, all over.

It's over...

Natalia!

I know you're both here.

When you weren't working, you prayed.

I know you loved me.

But you never wanted to show me your love.

You never asked for mine.

Are you angry with me? I know already.

You'd have preferred to have a boy... so he could become a rabbi.

Mom...

you always turned away when Dad talked to me.

That day you cried...

I felt so sad.

You brought me some food in secret.

I was hungry.

It was some holiday. I don't remember which.

We were supposed to fast, but I didn't understand.

Dad caught you, and how he yelled.

He yelled and yelled.

I'll never forget you, you know.

Mom...

Tomasz...

Tomasz...

You're watching me too.

Thaddeus couldn't sleep.

She was there.

An image of happiness, impalpable and distant.

Let's go, Tomasz.

They were celebrating Hanukkah,

the festival of lights that commemorates

the victory of Judah Maccabee over the Syrians in 164 BC.

Farmers, the descendants of persecuted Huguenots

during the Wars of Religion and the Dragonnades,

had welcomed us onto a farm in the Cévennes.

There were also irregular soldiers and members

of the immigrant worker trade union, the FFI, and other organizations.

Their political and religious views differed,

but they were all fighting for the same cause.

And yet, Thaddeus only wanted to shout at God,

to protest against him.

Why was she not there beside him?

Why, even during those rare moments of peace,

was there nothing but bloodshed and horror,

when millions of men, women, and children

were being thrown into the flames

with nothing but silence in return?

I was scared.

You left so fast.

Everything's OK.

Where have you been all day?

At home.

Remember Tomasz?

He wrote this novel.

Read it.

-Are you coming? -No, Paul.

You go.

Nothing else will happen to me.

Giuseppe Ilisco Subtitling: Hiventy by TransPerfect