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Please, think of the children.

Did you think of the kids?

Did you think when you were screwing?

Lorrain...Lorrain. Look at me. Look at me.

Look at me.

I'm to blame. If you're going to shoot someone, shoot me.

I felt alone...you were far away...

And let's admit it. When you left, things weren't going well between us. You know it!

It wasn't that bad!

What's done is done, we can't change it.

Think of the future, now.

The future!

Are you going to do something that will put you in prison for the rest of your life?

...Or worse?

Lorrain, I made a mistake.

I hurt you.

I'm ready to do anything to make things right again.

Anything!

I'll go where you want.

I'll do what you want.

But put down the gun.

Put down the gun.

I'm supposed to let him get away like that!

And me stay here in the shit.

- Get up! - What are you doing?

Shut it!

Go on!

Shut it. Get going.

...Bleed. If you move I'll bleed you like a pig.

...like a pig.

The final blow

I'm here, Mesdames.

I'm here, Mesdames, and if you calm down, I'm quite ready to talk to you.

You told the Police?

I didn't expect you, so I called the Kommandantur.

The Kommandantur?

Madame Estabbé, Madam Girardet.

Do you really think all this fuss will make things better?

Today again, three hours wait at the creamery for nothing!

Yesterday, the same for shoes. I don't mind waiting, but for something!

It's been weeks with nothing on the table. It's not possible.

Normally, there's an shipment of butter and milk on Monday.

You know, it doesn't depend on us. The Germans control almost everything.

It's nothing to do with the Germans.

The Food Supply Service is fiddling the books...

You know that very well, Monsieur le Maire.

Listen, we're all in the same boat.

No! That's not true. Those with family in the countryside are doing very well.

Those with money find everything on the black market. Those without, have nothing.

Madame Estabbé!

Monsieur le Maire, look me in the eyes. You never eat ham or chicken?

And when was the last time you saw real butter?

For me, it's been 9 months.

Things are never that simple, Madame Estabbé.

I'm a doctor, I make a lot more than you with your sewing.

It was the same before the war. I ate better than you, dressed better than you.

It's the order of things. We can't change that with the Germans on our backs.

They're not on your back, Monsieur le Maire. You don't take any account of that.

Well what do you want me to do, specifically?

Please.

Please. I'm looking after it. I'm looking after it.

Curfew very soon. Women...leave immediately!

Stop this disorder!

Let me talk to them, please.

Madame? Good evening.

Monsieur.

Oh no! Don't tell me you've come again about your son's stupidity this afternoon!

Did you seen the time?

Well, actually, it's the time that worries me.

My husband hasn't come home, I've had no news of him.

Maybe he was delayed with a sub-contractor.

That's not typical. I know Raymond lies, but he doesn't disappear.

He's two hours late, and there's no news of him at the sawmill.

I'm sure something has happened to him.

Good. Listen, calm down. Go home, now.

It's already past curfew. If I learn something, I'll call you.

Go on.

I'm on it.

- Will you keep me informed? - Yes, I promise.

I'm your wife.

Before God.

I told you I'll do what you want.

Why would I believe you?

Right, if you don't believe me....then shoot!

That will end it.

We could go to Cousin Robert's.

He's got land that's been abandoned for years.

He'll give us the rental, he owes me that.

At Sayolle?

No, near Poligny.

Near the sand quarry.

But it's dry there, right?

It's like everywhere, you just have to get started.

OK, as you wish.

The children...when will we get them?

Let's first get moving. Then we'll get them from mother's.

What do we do with Schwartz?

What you want to do, Lorrain?

We leave, we forget. We'll not get anywhere if you don't try to forget.

No question of letting him go like that.

The shit has to be marked...

he has to remember, always.

A bullet in the knee, or a well placed hammer blow.

That he'll remember all his life.

Yeah, that's it. A limp, so no more skirt chasing, eh?

You're hurting me!

Me too, I hurt.

This way, we're even.

It's time, pig!

Wait, that's enough, Lorrain. Untie me!

I'll explain man to man.

Man to man?

A man doesn't sleep with one of his tenant's wife

while he's at war, Monsieur Schwartz.

A man doesn't do that.

- What did you do to Marie? - Never mind her.

What do you want? Money, right?

Money, yes.

What are you doing? What are you doing, Lorrain? What are you doing?

Stop, Lorrain!

Shut your mouth!

How much would you pay?

I'm at your mercy.

Stop it!

You're completely crazy. Stop!

Stop, Laurin!

How much? Are you crazy or what?

You haven't told me how much you'd pay to buy back my reputation. Huh? How much?

How much? How much would you be willing to pay. Tell me.

Lorrain. Lorrain. Lorrain. Lorrain. Stop it!

How much you would pay?

Do you remember the last pig we killed together?

With Marie. You wanted to help me.

Do you remember?

You had a good laugh afterwards, eh?

The bucket. It's very important, the bucket.

You see you mustn't miss any blood.

When you're a kid, that's the first thing they teach you.

Never miss any blood.

- You must find the jugular... - Ah Lorrain!

Lorrain, don't joke!

- A neat cut, otherwise the gore flies in every direction. - Lorrain, I beg you.

Oberleutnant, you're the only one to have seen the cleaning woman.

I tell you I hardly saw her.

And I don't believe you.

You were at the Staff Office, she came out of Spitzers Office.

You stood seven or eight seconds face to face.

I didn't count.

Yes, 7 or 8 seconds.

Enough to see a woman's face.

Yes. Perhaps.

Oberleutnant.

This woman committed military espionage, right under your nose.

It's your duty to tell us as much as you know.

Think of your career.

Do you know this woman. Yes or no?

I think I've seen her previously.

At the Hôtel de la Pompe, Madame Berthe's place.

Ah well.

She's one of the girls.

Darling!

It's me.

I've got a real crisis in the town.

Housewives who can't make both ends meet.

Oh yes?

Hey. Don't be stingy with the Port!

Don't you have others in the cellar?

No.

Well, Maria found some without difficulty.

Of course.

What are you reading?

A letter.

Who from?

Jean.

You're not going to ask what he's written?

Hortense, my love.

Each day without you is torture.

- I don't know when I can come. - Stop!

- But I already know that it will be a... - Stop!

I'll never forgive you for the way you made him leave.

You'll never forgive me...! This is the world upside down.

Using your power in that way.

This isn't what a man...

And what is a man supposed to do, in this case?

Tell me.

It's never too late to learn.

Let me be.

What are you going to do to him?

This is none of your business, Monsieur Schwartz.

And if you want my advice, forget everything you've seen here.

Go. Go home now.

Why would you trust me?

First, because I've just saved your life.

And secondly because I've no choice.

- Is it like that? - Yes.

Anyway, there's nothing to keep me here.

It's okay, Marie.

Is his hand OK?

The bullet went right through. He's bleeding a lot but not very serious.

What do we do now?

I don't know.

Anyway, right now I've to rush to Villeneuve.

Judith is trying to translate Natasha's texts.

I'll be back tomorrow morning, we'll see what to do then.

Marie, don't leave here.

Agree?

I'll see you tomorrow.

I was worried to death about you! Where were you?

What happened?

Give me a drink, please.

There's only Cointreau, OK?

I was so worried, that I went to the Police.

Was it them who called you?

I was at the farm with Marie.

I told her it was over.

I told her that I had a child...

...and a wife.

A woman I loved.

I'm home, Jeannine.

I'm really back.

Oh là là!

I didn't notice the time passing.

- So, anything new? - Yes.

I bagged Laurin Germain.

At his farm.

Now he's being guarded. Well, I hope so.

And you?

I'd like to see the actual dossier.

From what I understand,

the Germans think it's Laurin who's the agent at Essarts.

That's the best. We finally got lucky.

A fine result in the end. They've asked the Gendarmes to watch Laurin's farm.

How long for?

A week.

With the London cell it was two weeks to a month. We need to get Marie out quickly.

What's that?

Go by the service entrance. It's probably not guarded.

If it turns bad stay in the bad area for a few minutes,

and then try to get the 5:00 o'clock train.

- Henri! - Hurry up, do what I say.

What are you doing here? You're crazy!

A German officer has been watching the hotel for an hour

and Madame Berthe had been giving me strange looks.

You're out in the curfew without an ID.

Yes, but it was you who told me that in such a case...

Come on in. Inside!

I'm so scared.

I'm sick to my stomach.

You've left nothing in your room?

No.

I burned everything...in the sink.

They'll find traces!

Good evening.

Good evening.

She's burned!

I must get her into the Unoccupied Zone tonight.

But...I'm telling you...look...I'm telling you, I don't know where she is.

And just like that,

one of your girls comes and goes at night without you knowing it?

Yes, but she must have left by the little rear staircase.

If you'd told me that you didn't trust her...

Enough! Herr Muller!

At least there's no longer any doubt.

Who were her best customers?

- Well, the Kommandant Von Ritter. - And the French....?

Commissaire de Kervern.

De Kervern?

Did you know your boss frequented this establishment?

No.

Why didn't you approach her...for two hours?

I don't know.

When you called me, I called her. She didn't answer.

Untie me, Marie.

Untie me.

You know very well I can't.

Why?

Because I know your little game here?

I'll say nothing.

I don't care.

How could you abandon people I entrusted to you?

You give me a lesson in morals?

You've deceived me!

You played a game for months.

It wasn't a game!

Imagine that!

Anyway, there's nothing to see. A child is dead because of you Laurin.

An 8 year old child.

- It wasn't me that killed him! - Oh no!?

You just abandoned him in a forest that he didn't know.

With Germans patrolling quicksands a 100 meters away.

Not 100 meters!

I couldn't know.

When I met Hubert, he told me about the chickens...

and I saw red.

I didn't think we'd end up like this, Marie.

Me tied up, and you guarding me.

I remember us at Seurre church...

me in my too small suit. Do you remember?

Robert, said that I looked like a scarecrow.

I told myself that I didn't deserve you.

I thought it was the farm, that got your father decided.

It's useless to talk about that now. It was a long time ago.

Untie me, Marie or I'll pass out.

What do you want the Commissaire to do?

He has no choice.

If he'd wanted to do that, he'd have done it earlier.

No.

If he hadn't wanted to, he'd have let me leave.

Halt!

Whatever happens, don't talk.

Act as if you were only half-there.

That will only be half-difficult.

ID, please.

Docteur Gerbier. I'm taking this woman to hospital for emergency surgery.

Wait.

- What are they doing? - I don't know.

Anyway it's two false names on a list that doesn't exist.

Tonight it should work. They can't find anyone to check with.

I think I'm going to pee myself.

Avoid it, if you can.

Hello?

What did you want to be, when you were little?

A safe-cracker.

I failed the exam.

Security service?

Me, I wanted to be a nun.

I almost succeeded.

Get out of the car!

- Shit! - Immediately.

Get out!

Hold on!

Shoot!

OK?

No, I'm not. No!

De Kervern had an affair with the prostitute who spied in our offices.

Both correspond to descriptions of a couple who ran our road-block tonight.

A French police officer involved in an Anti-National activity!

I can't believe it.

Monsieur le Sous Préfet...

de Kervern was present in January when the BMA arrested the Résistant at Essarts.

He claimed he was there to see his mistress.

So?

So?...This woman is called Marie Germain...

She's the wife of Laurin Germain...

who we know be a member of the network.

Well, de Kervern might really be this woman's lover!

He could be a Résistant and a cuckold.

That is why I need the collaboration of your Services in the Unoccupied Zone.

I want to find proof.

If you only knew my counterpart at Lons. He's a good Maréchalist, but he's a real jerk.

Don't get me wrong, but he'll never help a German policeman.

Listen, Servier, if de Kervern really is part of the network...

you'll find yourself falling over a large banana peel.

Whereas if you take the initiative leading to his arrest...

it's more likely a promotion awaiting you.

How do you see things?

We need to quickly throw a net around the Germain's farm.

It takes time to organize this kind of operation.

Listen, Servier, the organization is my business.

Give me a document asking the Police to give me any help necessary.

It will be enough.

Sleep well?

And you?

No.

I had insomnia.

I used the time to try and develop a new Food Supply Plan.

With sharing depending on the number of children and income.

That could work, but it would require Servier's agreement.

He'll never give it, he's a crook.

You're exaggerating a bit?

Listen, about Jean....

Daniel, I don't want to talk about it.

Yes, but I do want to talk about it.

I understand that you've needed...well, these things happen.

I've neglected you a little?

No, you don't understand anything.

What does that mean?

It means that I love him.

As I never loved you.

Schwartz Company.

I'll go and look Monsieur Mazaret.

No. He's away, but he remembers you. He'll call as soon as he can.

Goodbye, Monsieur Mazaret.

Good day Raymond.

Good day Helmut.

I come to say goodbye.

What do you mean, goodbye?

Please.

I'm posted to Bohemia.

These SD bastards have ended up getting my scalp.

I've just received a phone call, I leave tonight.

I'm sorry.

It's nothing to do with you Raymond.

...well, I don't believe so.

I haven't betrayed your confidence, Helmut.

I give you my word.

It's not over your ID. It's about a woman who's got me sent to Bohemia.

A woman?

Do you visit the Hôtel de la Pompe. Madame Berthe's place?

No.

So you don't know Natasha. She's a woman...

Women are our downfall, Raymond.

However, I've news for you.

I've just released your servant, Sarah Meyer.

My last act as Kreiskommandant of Villeneuve.

Thank you very much.

Come on, hurry up.

They would have found the car. And they will stick to us like shit to a blanket.

I can't go much further.

It is still a long way to the farm?

Six kilometers. Let's go!

No. I can't do it. You go on. I'll hide somewhere and rest...

and you can look for me later.

Stop saying that. No matter what, you can do it.

You can make it in an hour.

You want me that much?

Not particularly.

But if you get pinched, there a risk of you talking, so...

Bastard!

Let's go. A bit of courage!

Two hour walk. We'll get your wound looked, and you'll be fine. Okay?

Wait, wait, listen.

It's a car.

Get over to the side and stop it. Stop it!

Cough, big boy.

Again.

What is it?

Malnutrition.

Severe nutritional deficiency!

What can I do?

Well he needs milk, bread, meat, especially...

Yes right...!

Well, I know Madame, but...

I'm currently preparing a plan for food distribution in Villeneuve, specially for...

those with large families and low income.

Yes, but in the meantime? Because a plan like that takes time!

Do you have relatives in the country? You or your husband?

No, and Gilbert is a prisoner.

But couldn't you give us some ration coupons?

You must have some extra ones at the Mairie!

Madam, if I did it for you I'd have to do for all the women in Villeneuve.

Do you understand?

Yes, I understand.

- I won't make you pay for the consultation. - Thank you.

Maria!

Get dressed.

Yes, Monsieur.

Bring us a big glass of milk, a quarter of bread and a slice of ham. A thick one!

- I'll go and get it... - Wait, wait.

You'll make an effort to eat, huh?

Especially make sure that he chews it well, in small pieces.

Bring him back this afternoon, so I can see how he digests it.

Tell me, do you know Essarts well, Inspecteur?

Oh, somewhat. It's a country hamlet.

I've reason to believe that the individuals who crashed

across the bridge last night could get to this place.

This farm in Essarts.

Wait a minute. Are you authorized to act here?

Me? No. I'm a tourist in the Unoccupied Zone!

But you're authorized, right?

And wouldn't an arrest of Anti-National elements, add a bit of excitement?

- There a problem? - It's too quiet.

Stay in the car.

I was afraid that it was someone else!

Me too.

Natasha's here and she's wounded.

We must take care of her. But we've got to get out of here.

The cops from the Anti-National Conduct Office could arrive at any time.

And Laurin? Is he still here?

- What do we do? - I don't know. We'll see when we get over there.

Over there? Where though?

We need to find a quiet spot.

To treat her, rest a few hours and then make a decision.

I know an abandoned house a few kilometers away.

You can watch all the surroundings and approaches.

If anything goes wrong there's a tunnel underneath

that dates from the Wars of Religion and opens near the River Guivarde.

That's great. That will work.

Let me see.

Do it gently. Gently.

- Oh no. I'm cold, I'm cold. - Wait.

- I'm going to look. - I'm cold, I'm cold, I'm cold.

My word, Monsieur Larcher, this is a very bold plan.

How long will it take to implement?

Fort eight hours if everyone gets involved.

Ah yes! Good. But Food Supply is ultra sensitive.

I'll need Besançon's approval, perhaps Vichy.

In any case, your plan is great.

Given the urgency of the situation,

could we perhaps anticipate official permissions?

If you think it will pass?

Yes, yes. What's special is your idea of indexing coupon allocation to income.

Ah yes. It's the master key of the system.

It emphasizes Solidarity, as the Maréchal says.

Yes. Well yes. Solidarity is essential.

It's crucial, even.

But there's a hint of...how can I put it...

That's it. That's exactly it!

the rich financing the coupons of the poor.

Was it your brother who suggested it to you?

My brother?

You have a brother?

Yes.

But, we hardly speak to each other, so...

As you were speaking I was thinking of a 10 year old child that I saw this morning...

who may die of malnutrition if we do nothing for him. There are dozens like that.

Calm down my dear Larcher.

You take this all too much to heart.

I'll send on your plan, but I don't hide that your chances seem slim.

But I could be wrong.

I hope you're mistaken, Monsieur le Sous-Préfet.

Are you alright?

I'm not in pain.

You're a magician!

Perhaps we could step aside to discuss this?

That's very good.

Ah, yes!

We'll leave you for two minutes.

Well, problem number one is Natasha.

As usual. Ever since Primary School!

Given your work,

you've a Police record and photo in Villeneuve and all the Préfectures.

I worked in Lyon too. For four years.

Have you been picked up?

Yes, 2 or 3 times.

So you're also on record in the Unoccupied Zone.

So what you need are fake papers. But for now, as I'm a bit of a suspect...

You need to get into the Italian zone.

I've a cousin in Nice.

She's married with two children. She's as crooked as dog's hind leg,

and her husband is even more crooked than she is...

Why couldn't she go to Switzerland?

It's not too far.

Hardly 80 kilometers away.

It doesn't seem too hard to get in there.

But I don't know anyone in Switzerland.

Neither do I.

And then she would have to look for a smuggler.

No. The best is Nice.

You show up at your cousin's. You make it to Nice. And then you'll see.

I've had enough.

I'm tired of having to pick up my backpack every time.

Yes, but it's better than ending up in prison.

Problem number two...

I don't believe he'll talk.

Marie, I can't risk the freedom of six or seven people just on your hunch.

He's has to promise to keep quiet!

He only has to sign a promise?

Natasha! He abandoned a Jewish family entrusted to him. A little boy was killed.

Just now he wanted to kill a man like a pig.

He knows my identity and activities, those of Marie too!

Then they can find my companion who's Jewish,

and three or four people I recruited...

and you talk to me of signing a paper?

No. I didn't say it like that.

Excuse me.

I'll walk a bit.

What did I tell you?

It's blood!

Fresh blood.

Nothing in the buildings, Inspecteur.

No weapon, nothing special.

Very well, continue.

The guys from Moissay have arrived.

They say the stolen car was spotted a few kilometers from here.

Near Dead Man's Manor.

There you are!

It seems our luck's turned.

I don't understand.

You can't keep him here forever.

And you can't put him in jail.

- He'd talk! - Yes.

Yes, he'd talk.

He'd talk, and if he talks, we'll all have to go on the run...

...or leave the country.

OK, so what do we do?

Oh no!

Ah, no, no, no, no, no!

We can't do such a thing!

I've been trying to find another solution since yesterday,

but I haven't found one.

To kill...kill a man in cold blood!

You could do it?

In cold blood, I've never done it.

- But I hope so! - We're at war Natasha.

What's the point of taking the risks we take, to have the jitters for weeks...

if it's to treat a man like an animal!

He left a dying boy. He'd sell us like that, for nothing.

Okay...He's like that. But we, me... Henri...

I'm not like that!

I couldn't sleep, knowing that....

We shouldn't judge until the end of the war!

Good. We risk prison, okay. But when this is over, we'll all be released!

Natasha! At Bordeaux they shot a guy who raised his fist to passing Germans.

At Pau in February, they killed another because he cut a cable....

Yes, but it isn't the same. No!

No, no, no, no. It isn't the same!

We're in military intelligence. Do you know what that means?

Espionage. We're the spearhead, for sure!

Marie, There's no question of me doing what he has in mind.

We're not judges, we're not executioners.

In what name do we murder? Decide on the death of a man!

In the name of the life and liberty of all the others.

We have to vote.

Vote!

That doesn't make sense, we can't do that.

So, we're in the shit!

Good. Well, that's didn't go too bad.

His digestion looks good.

Do you think so, Doctor.

Yes, yes. This isn't bad.

I see you're upset.

No. This isn't about Gaston. It's...you know...my plan...

My famous Feeding Plan to improve things for the poor...?

Well, I've just accepted that it won't happen.

Why?

Because I submitted it to the Sous-Préfet.

Maybe if you presented it directly to the Maréchal.

I'm sure if the Maréchal knew...

how food supplies are, he wouldn't leave things as they are.

Ah, if it was as you say!

I heard him on the radio last week...

...What he said about Solidarity was grand!

It was beautiful! You see, I told myself, while he's there, there's hope.

Here, take enough coupons for the next three months.

But be aware,

they're special coupons and have to be renewed each month in person.

Emilie, promise me not to tell anyone.

I promise you. Thank you Docteur!

- And return well. - Goodbye Docteur, thank you.

Goodbye, Gaston.

I'm not going to change my mind!

It's not possible!

Marie, you were talking about Switzerland, earlier?

You couldn't take her?

Yes, maybe.

Well, in the short term, that would give us time to make decisions.

...And protects you if everything goes wrong immediately.

That's it, that's good.

What are you doing...?

Swine!

Henri! Stop!

This is stupid!

Hail Mary, full of grace...

They're here.

Where's the tunnel?

Right here.

Leave it. I'll do it. I'll do it.

Now!

Now!

Oh, no!

Do you know her?

That one, yes.

They're saying there's no-one else, Inspecteur.

But, that's not possible!

With respect, I think there's a tunnel which leads out of the cellar.

- Where does it come out? - I don't know.

Good. Go and see, but be careful.

We've got two. That's not bad.

Yes, yes. But it's the others we needed!

But I'll end up getting them.