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You want one?

No. I quit.

So did I.

Good God, what are they doing!

Do you know this Comrade?

No.

Can you give me one?

If they sent him, it's because he's a good guy...well experienced.

Do you think he has a gun?

That would surprise me.

They're here!

- Comrade. - Comrade.

The train was an hour late.

Comrades. Hello to everyone.

- Comrade. - Comrade.

To all, my name's Yvon.

I don't do much a chat. It's not my thing. You all know why I'm here...

We need to strike.

Quick, and Hard.

You know we have no weapon.

We'll find one. What concerns me is the target.

Where do we kill a Boche without getting ourselves shot?

I don't know the town, it's for you to tell me.

The terrace of Café des Amis, in the main square.

Sometimes there are Officers there.

Sometimes, is too vague, Comrade.

They're often at the station. But it's crawling with soldiers.

In fact, we haven't had much time to think about it.

We need to get used to the idea.

Comrade Paul was against killing a Boche.

It's perfectly normal to dislike killing a human being.

But we no longer have a choice.

I'm here because I'm ready to do what's necessary.

So you haven't any suggestions. I do have one.

Coming from the station I noticed a place that could be suitable.

You could be sure of finding an officer, there are escape routes...

You couldn't find a better one for hitting hard.

What are you thinking of?

The square in front of the Kommandantur.

You're crazy!

The Stakeout

Party orders are to kill Boches, not commit suicide.

Paul. You're talking to someone authorized by the Party.

I have to say I don't understand, Comrade.

On the first shot, ten soldiers will be on you.

You neglect the element of surprise. They never imagine we could do it right there.

I'm certain their security's soft.

Think about it. These guys haven't fought for more than a year.

That's not the impression they give when you pass in front of them.

The sentries have their fingers on the trigger.

It's just theater.

By the time they know what's happened, We'll be long gone.

But how will we get away?

The only possible route is crossing in front of the Kommandantur. It's madness.

What about the Church?

A Church has several entrances...

and so several exits.

It's true there's an exit onto Avenue Clémenceau...

We could have a car waiting there.

And if there are Boches in the Church?

If, if, if. With all these "ifs" you could bottle up Paris.

What I see is,

if we kill an officer in front of the Kommandantur, they won't feel safe anywhere...

and that's the Party's aim.

Edmond, you share out tasks and surveillance.

You know where to find me.

Stop it!

This isn't the right time.

Is there a problem?

Do you love me?

I mean, really?

Can you doubt it?

What's wrong?

I'm pregnant.

You're sure?

Two months.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

I don't understand.

We were careful.

Do you know someone?

Someone?

I have to go.

We'll meet again soon.

Yes. Hello.

Madame Larcher? It's Heinrich Muller.

Don't hang up.

Sarah, take Te Quiero to bed, please. Thank you.

I'm here again.

The Impressionists await you Madame Larcher, would you like to come and see them?

What...now?

Why wait? Life is short.

I had a meeting which has just been canceled.

No, no, no, no, I can't just now. Not today.

That's a shame. Perhaps tomorrow?

Tomorrow, I could...in the morning.

Madame Larcher, are you still there?

Yes, yes. You said tomorrow morning?

Yes. We could meet at 11:00.

11:00 o'clock. That would only leave an hour, because I have to lunch with my husband.

An hour. That works out at a half hour per picture. That's not so bad.

Yes. Yes, of course.

So, you forgot?

- Forgot? - A woman is here to register her son. She's waiting.

- I didn't sleep well last night. - Did you stomach start upsetting again?

No. It must be the fat I ate.

Ah. You're lucky. May I present our teacher, Mademoiselle Borderie.

Good day. Marie Germain, and this is Raoul.

Good day.

It think we met at the Church during the refugees exodus.

Possibly.

Won't you say, "Good day", my boy?

Good day.

An awkward customer.

Good, Come in.

Sit down.

I don't understand. Jules Ferry College refused Raoul's admission?

It meant he needed documents I didn't have. I had been in prison for 3 months.

Wait, Germain... Germain. Are you the wife of Lorrain Germain?

- Yes. - If we take your...

if we take your son, it would be my class, with the middle and older kids.

Will you look at me when I speak, Raoul?

You're strong-willed.

You'll have to learn discipline here.

Do you know multiplication tables?

- No. - He knows them very well. Raoul!

Leave him. Strong-willed are my specialty.

No doubt about it, because I am too.

You're coming with me, laddie...come on.

I foresee a few clips around the ear.

Come on, get up.

How are you? Lucienne, explain the hours and rules...go on...into bad company.

Excuse me.

Raoul will have to make a real effort. Monsieur Bériot won't have a lot of time for him.

Girls and boys are mixed. It's complicated.

- Do you understand... - Are you okay?

Yes, fine.

You're sure?

We have to check the second entrance to the Church, and the time for...

the soldiers to get out of the gate, when it all goes off.

The problem is, guys who hang around alone soon attract attention...

Yes, but two guys in front of the Kommandantur, is no better.

We'll have to play at being lovers.

Even Germans aren't wary of lovers.

Yes, that could work.

Who's coming with me?

I can't, I'm too well known to the Police.

Max, no question.

He's looking after Yvon's security!

You can't, you're co-coordinating the attack.

That's so.

Right then, it's your job.

Radio Paris is vacuous.

Who could believe this rubbish?

Yes, but they have the best music.

Better than what. Do you listen to other stations?

Radio Paris tosh, Radio Paris tosh, Radio Paris Boche.

Where did you hear that?

Radio London!

The music is terrible...Jazz.

But the jokes are funny.

You look worried.

Father's burial is complicated. More and more people dying, but no-one to bury them.

So tomorrow I'm going back to Moissay. I can't do my consultations.

Could you re-do Henri's widow's dressings? She's coming at 11:00 o'clock.

11:00 o'clock? I was planning to go out...

Oh, I've already postponed her twice!

Good. Listen....I'll re-arrange things.

You're kind.

You're a realistic lover. They'll believe it!

Well, I'll do what I can!

Is it as difficult as all that?

That's not the problem.

What is the problem?

This attack isn't feasible.

Even if we escape via Rue Clémenceau,

soldiers coming from the Kommandantur will drop on us.

- It's not feasible. - You're too pessimistic!

If it's not practical here, we could do it somewhere else.

In fact, I was wondering...how did you and I meet?

What?

If we get to a checkpoint and they question us.

Our stories need to match. Remember November?

So where did we meet?

Good day.

Mode du Jour magazine, please.

Let's say...at the Post Office.

Except I'm not Suzanne Richard, the Postmistress. I'm Giselle Barbier, unemployed.

You need to know the name of your lover.

Ooh la la!

So we met, let's say, at the Church.

I was selling candles. You came there to light one for your mother...

I gave them to you for free. No one noticed.

That made you laugh.

I invited you to some coffee.

And then flirted with you.

And then the same night, we slept together.

In any case, we like to go to Church. Come on.

You didn't cross yourself?

I thought that Germans were Protestants.

Well, obviously not all.

Shh....please!

It doesn't look good.

Perhaps there's another door.

Yes, but it leads towards the Kommandantur.

Let's go, this is useless.

But, who's the father?

There is no father.

You're blasphemous, Lucienne.

Is he married?

- No. - Good, then it's not that bad.

I suppose he abandoned you. If not you wouldn't be here.

Yes. Yes, that's it.

Why did you stray so far from God, when you were so close to Him?

It's not true, I pray every day.

It's good to pray...

but had you stayed close to Him, he'd have helped you resist temptation.

Fornication outside marriage always leads to unhappiness...or worse.

Do you believe God's punishing me for what I did?

Lucienne, a child isn't a punishment, it's a gift.

It's a gift from God.

I can't raise a child, all alone.

Can you imagine!

You should have thought of that earlier.

Swear to me that you'll welcome this child and accept as God's will sent to you.

Don't tell me you're thinking of the unthinkable.

Ah. It's much worse than I'd imagined.

You're close to losing your soul, Lucienne.

If you do what I understand you're thinking of...

you're tempted by a demon, you will cut yourself off from the community.

You can never again receive absolution. You can never again take communion.

The father is a German soldier.

Anyway, even if a route via the Church were possible, with the sentries...

You're right, it would be suicide.

It's not feasible.

There are too many Boches in the Square.

And the Café terrace?

- The Germans don't have the right to go there. - Well obviously...

It will be okay if someone waits on a motor bike in Rue Poincaré.

The gunman would only have 20 meters to run after firing.

Twenty meters, that could be too long.

But it costs nothing to go and see.

I just need a drink.

Right, we'll get off, the bus is going to leave.

Excuse us, we've changed our minds.

Very good, as you wish.

and Jesus, the fruit of thy womb.

Mademoiselle Borderie?

Mademoiselle Borderie?

I was worried for you.

Why?

In prison...I learned...

the only thing that helps, when things go badly, is to talk.

It depends on who to.

With me you don't risk much.

Let me come in.

Let me come in.

You...you can't keep it?

The Teacher...a single mother!

What will I tell my father?

There's always...there's always a solution.

I don't see what.

If you can't keep it...you can't keep it!

But I'm a Christian.

Me too.

That didn't stop me doing something about it.

Before my marriage, I was 17.

Do you know Madame Morhange?

Yes.

I know Madame Morhange.

I'm going there in a minute. You should talk to her, she'll give you good advice.

What's the idea?

No, you're completely crazy!

She says she's at the end of her tether.

I even got the impression she's thinking of ending her life.

Oh, she's emotional that's all. I know little Lucienne.

- She's never go ending anything. - What if you're wrong?

No...you're incredible! You, in my home, here.

I don't see the connection.

You've nothing better to do than get me into a situation,

which could put us both in prison?

Oh, you exaggerate!

No, "Angel Makers" risk the death penalty since January.

Right, so do we allow her to die!

No, no, no, no, no, I didn't say that.

Did you never have one?

Yes, I had one.

So, how did it go?

Badly!

I did it on my own.

Back then you'd probably have liked someone to help you.

Justin, do you like animals?

Oh yes.

Look, go and read this book in the next room.

Meanwhile your mother and I have things to do.

Go on, my dear.

Come and see.

It's true that here, if we had a gun...

But you can't see what's coming from Rue Poincaré.

Soldiers are passing by all the time...

Someone would have to watch the street and give the signal.

One to shoot, one on the motorbike.

Three on a bike would be too many.

Then, two motorbikes.

Meanwhile, we don't even have one.

There's a car.

But where would we park it?

Down there.

Oh...my God, Marcel! Those two are coming towards us.

The one in civvies is a cop from Essarts. I should've reported to him two weeks ago.

My God, Marcel, if he sees me!

We must get going. We have to stop now. They passed us.

How are we going to explain this to the Comrades?

I don't know.

Excuse me, what's going to happen?

I'm going to do it with a knitting needle.

I've done it before.

It's going to bleed a little, but that's normal, it means it's gone.

That's very risky.

Listen, Lucienne. No one's going to tell stories. If we're very careful it will be fine.

But there's always a risk. I'm not a doctor.

Have you decided?

Yes.

You told me 11:00 o'clock or midnight.

But, I can return home at any hour I like.

What are you doing here?

What is this circus?

It's my fault.

You're going to do that in my home without talking to me!

It's also my home?

- Excuse me... - You be quite!

Do you know what we risk with a trick like this?

You need to wait...

I'm not talking to you about it.

If they find out what's been done here, it's prison for you, the sack for me.

You really believe I need that right now?

No-one knows, who would talk?

What if she talks?

Tomorrow, a month, three months. What if the creep who knocked her up talks!

Oh no! I don't understand you Commissaire.

We fought together, we took risks together.

Have you become inured to other's hardships?

That's nothing to do with it.

Our cause was just.

She only has to leave it at the Church steps, if she wants to abandon it.

Henri, how could you!

- No, no, no Lucienne. - Wait, wait.

If not, there's a new procedure.

- You give birth, sign a paper, and the State takes care of the baby. - Disgusting.

Oh! Let me leave.

What you've brought me is no use.

You don't know if it's possible to park a car near the Church.

You haven't even made a check of the traffic on Rue Poincaré.

Yes. Two soldiers passed once.

What more did you want us to tell you.

That doesn't explain why you left so suddenly.

We didn't leave suddenly.

I spent several minutes seeing if all went well...

You had a quick snog and then left straight afterwards.

Suddenly.

Well, I don't know.

Perhaps... I no longer remember.

Wait, can you assure me...

was this snog fake?

- Yes. - Obviously.

So why did you leave right away?

It's curious to pretend to kiss, and then leave suddenly.

If it's really a fake.

I remind you that liaisons between Comrades

involved in an Action are strictly forbidden.

We don't have a liaison, we were on a mission!

Well you screwed up the mission.

We can't deduce anything from what you've brought.

Tomorrow, you'd better ensure something better than this.

- We've to go back tomorrow? - This time I want an accurate report...

How many officers on the terrace, at what time, how long they stay..

Who are with them, is there a possibility of parking a car.

For how long, do the soldiers at the gate have time to react.

That's what I want to know.

But the kissing...we risk being noticed.

Don't you want us to take turns?

No. Max is in charge of Yvon's protection.

He said he just passed by, he could go back there.

What's this discussing of orders?

Good. It's okay, it's okay.

Perhaps I should return on my own this time.

No, no... The kissing was perfect.

No-one will pay any attention to you.

Good. Go back there together.

And this time instead of heavy kissing, memorize the information we need.

Is that clear?

Forgive me. Through the merits of Jesus Christ, my savior...

Forgive me...

for what I am obliged to do.

Thank you.

Good day.

You sleep well?

Yes, but I was woken by Blanche's phone call.

Didn't you hear the ring?

Your cousin, Blanche Camelin?

- Yes. - Thank you Sarah.

You remember her fiancé was captured and sent to Germany...

Fiancés...she's had more than I care to remember!

He just died of Tetanus.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Forgive me, my dear, that's not good news.

So, as you can imagine, she's devastated. She was to be married in June.

So I've promised to stay with her this morning...

I sensed that she doesn't want to be alone.

That's very good of you.

And the dressings for Henri's widow?

I can't cancel her again.

Okay. Too bad, I'll go to Moissay tomorrow.

I'm scared, Marcel.

What will we do if the cop passes again?

He won't come again.

You see...I'm the optimist today.

What if we tell Edmond everything?

Tell him that you were talking with the cops in September?

That I knew it, and didn't say?

We can't do that now.

Marcel, when you kissed me yesterday...

Was it just for the mission, or...

Well you know what I mean.

Liaisons between Comrades are forbidden. As you well know!

If they weren't?

They are.

What use is it dreaming of another world?

Isn't that what you Communists do permanently?

You said, "You"!

You know quite well that I'm only a Communist for the time being.

An "opportunist" Communist.

My father always said, "It's opportunities that you do good business".

Please.

Could you take a picture?

Here?

Yes.

Closer.

With the flag?

Flag...yes.

There.

Good day, Christiane.

I thought that schoolteachers were punctual!

Excuse me.

This cake contest, it doesn't seem much, but it's very important!

It's essential to unite people around these happy little occasions.

That's how to give life to the Maréchal's thoughts!

- Are you going to enter the cake contest by yourself? - No.

Well I'm entering one to show an example.

Did you see the big portrait of the Maréchal!

It arrived yesterday.

No, no. The National Revolution brochures, should be here with the Ersatz recipes.

Recipes, brochures, you see the idea?

The participants behind these tables, lined up and posing their cake, like this...

- Yes. - What is wrong my dear, don't you feel well?

I didn't sleep well.

So, is Madame la Présidente satisfied?

I would have preferred the big room at the Mairie...

Ah, Monsieur Alain, no.

But what is it Lucienne? Are you not well?

Madame Schwartz, thank you for coming. I'll see you later.

But we haven't talked about the speech.

We'll talk about it now.

- Tell me. Who speaks first. Who do you prefer? - Oh me!

Okay you. Until then.

My God, Lucienne.

Lucienne, Lucienne, Lucienne, Lucienne, Lucienne.....

Do you want something to drink?

At 11:00 in the morning!

A tea?

What did you say to him?

To bring us some tea, and not disturb us under any pretext.

So, how did these pictures come here?

The luck of war.

No, the Jewish art dealers of Besançon who had to leave in a hurry.

Beauty has to be taken wherever it's found!

From the Jews.

Why not?

It's not lack of beauty we blame them for.

What exactly do you blame them for?

Being Jews.

And if I were Jewish?

Would you blame me?

Surely!

But, you aren't.

What do you know about it?

If you were Jewish you'd be afraid of me.

But I am afraid of you.

Problem?

There's just been an attack at Nantes. A German officer was killed.

I have to leave you for a few moments.

You'll wait for me?

I warn you, I don't like too much waiting.

I won't be long.

Stay with us, Lucienne, stay with us.

Sarah, open the office door.

- What happened? - I don't know.

Lucienne? Sarah, help me lift her skirt please.

Open your eyes Lucienne.

- What happened? - I don't know.

Go into the waiting room.

Is it serious, anything going to happen to her?

Leave. Monsieur Bériot, leave us please.

You got us very scared.

You lost a lot of blood.

Fortunately you have a sound heart.

Excuse me. Thank you.

Yes. Now you are going to be okay.

And the child as well.

The child?

But the blood, all that blood?

You injured yourself, but you didn't touch it.

Make it go away, Docteur.

I beg you, make it go away.

It's out of the question for me to do that.

And a child is a light in our lives, Lucienne.

Take me and my wife, for example, we couldn't have any...

During the refugee exodus some cousin left one with us...

we have little Te Quiero now.

Sometimes, when I think of our situation, the Occupation...

the dead, the prisoners, all this misery...

do you know what keeps me going?

The little gurgle in the bed in the mornings.

A laugh during breakfast.

A little hand.

So small, resting on my nose.

It changes your life, you know.

Yes, but the father...

No, no, no. I can't look at that, Lucienne. If there's a father it's good...

if there isn't one...

it won't be easy, but you won't be alone, all the same.

- And? - Sarah, can you get a skirt from Madame's wardrobe?

Which one?

Oh, whichever, it doesn't matter. It's for Lucienne, she needs to change.

She'll be fine. She's lost a lot of blood, but she's strong.

Obviously she needs to rest.

Of course, yes.

She needs support, morally I'd say.

You can count on me.

In this sort of situation it's important everyone faces up to their responsibilities...

Right...yes, yes, of course, yes.

She came close to the edge, Monsieur Bériot.

Yes, yes, I understand, I understand.

This child is a chance for her.

- Of course. - I hope that you help her, as much as you can.

Go on.

Docteur Larcher said you really must rest.

I'm going to take your class for several days.

I promised the children to come for the cake contest.

I'll explain to them.

No, I'll come.

We'll set up an armchair.

Do you have the key?

There, behind the suitcase.

However I must tell you...Docteur Larcher...how can I put this...

believed I was the father.

As though it was me who caused you to do this.

Then, I thought....

Well, I didn't enlighten him.

I thought he wouldn't ask so many questions about the father. It was to protect you.

I understand.

You don't want me around?

I'm tired!

They told me you were ill.

Yes, but I'm better now.

I'll leave you. I'll see you at the contest?

I'll get you an armchair.

Thank you, Monsieur Bériot.

I want to apologize.

I wasn't really with you yesterday.

I only thought of the risk...

of losing you...

of being sent to Russia...

And then today, bit by bit, I thought...

A child...a child of our love...

I saw it, Lucienne.

I saw it!

I don't know how it will work out. I have to fight...

lots can happen, I could be far away.

That would perhaps be hard for you...

But when the war is over, I'd be there...with you...

We'll marry and bring up the child together.

I don't know how, I don't know where, but I promise you.

I love you.

Never forget that.

What do you think of it?

Clearly, we can park.

A Comrade will have to come early, to keep the spot.

With lots of luck it's feasible, if there aren't soldiers so close.

How many officers did you see? Three or four?

Four.

- And how many patrols? - There's a relief every two hours.

It's difficult not being able to take notes.

What's he doing here?

He's crazy! He'll get us noticed.

I'll be back.

- Good day. - Good day.

Got a light?

How's it going?

What the hell are you doing here?

I came to see what's happening.

I bored with my room and I've got toothache.

And the security precautions?

Where's Max?

I decide the security precautions.

It's crawling with Boches.

They're going to notice us.

Comrade, we're monitoring them, not the reverse.

Do you really believe they suspect what we've prepared?

I don't know if they suspect,

but the basics of an operation is with those who plan it, not at the scene.

What I've learned is you need to surprise the enemy by every possible means.

What have you found out?

We can park down there, if we're lucky.

A Boche is watching us. Excuse me, Comrade, for insisting, but you shouldn't stay here.

It's okay, I'll go.

Don't stay here.

- What the hell happened? - I don't know.

Get out of here.

We need to get out of here.

Get out, fast!

Where's Suzanne!

Come this way.

My wife!

My wife!

My wife.