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That's the tenth time you've taken it out and put it back.

It relaxes me.

And if they come in two cars this time?

What should we do?

We improvise.

And afterwards...we meet up here?

I don't have a hiding place.

Meet here the day after tomorrow, half an hour before curfew.

And the emergency meeting point?

I know a place in the Grigny Woods, there's a large rock.

I played there with my brother when I was a kid.

Okay, the emergency rendezvous is the rock in Grigny Woods.

You should take care of your tooth.

I'll deal with it later.

Afterwards, it'll be out of the question to go to a pharmacy.

- So? - It's no good!

Two kilometers from the sawmill, there's a Boche unit patrolling the hills.

At least twenty men.

I spotted a sidecar equipped with a machine gun.

Here.

Do you think they'll hear the gunshots?

Almost certainly!

It leaves us...maximum...two minutes to clear.

Where to?

With a sidecar, they'll catch us.

Well then, we'll have to hide in the woods.

Do they have dogs?

- Yes. - Wait, this is madness. You're not going to get there!

Yvon, you can't sacrifice Comrades like that.

Suppose we leave in Kollwitz's car?

There are two armed men in the back.

Okay, so...how do we do it?

Are there deliveries to the plant?

Yes, in the morning.

Today?

Yes.

- What if I get hold of a truck? - Yes...that could work.

What do you think?

What do you make of our chances?

I would say...one in two.

One in two!?

The Maréchal is an accomplice of the Boches.

Yes to return of the prisoners.

No to requisitions.

- Good morning. - Hello, Lucienne.

One In Two Chance

What are you reading?

A tract, a tract against the Maréchal. Imagine that!

There really are people with too much time to spare.

I thought about your proposal yesterday.

...and I decided to accept.

Lucienne!

I will make you happy, you know.

I love you so much.

Hold on!

It's really beautiful.

Jules...there's still a problem.

A problem?

My father.

Oh, I don't know him, but I'm sure...

You're not baptized, are you?

At home we were rather anti-clerical.

He'll never accept that.

He'll refuse to come to the wedding.

Are you sure?

I don't know how to say...does...finally, I mean...does that...

put your decision in question?

I can't marry without my father.

Good. Well then...Plan B.

Plan B?

B as in Bériot, B as in Baptism.

I'll go and see the priest. I'll ask him for a quick Baptism.

And I'll have 2 or 3 weeks to catch up on my Catechism before I meet your father.

You'd do that?

I'm going to do it right away.

Time is short, right?

Are you hungry?

No.

Where will you sleep tonight?

Perhaps in the Marique sisters' barn.

I've an old Post Office colleague who runs a small hotel near the Station.

You could come.

I won't lie to the Party.

You won't lie to them. You'll give them the name of the hotel.

I love the way you rearrange the facts.

I'm afraid for you, Marcel.

Paul!

Your bread disappeared quickly.

Here.

No, I won't take bread from a Comrade's mouth.

It'll be more use to me than you, go on.

Good...well then, I'll save it for later.

I'll wait for you outside?

Thank you, Comrade.

He looks like a kid.

Right.

- You know, if I don't come back... - Oh stop it!

If I don't come back, I want you to talk to Gustave.

So he understands why I did all this...

and knows I was always thinking of him.

Sit down. I forwarded to the MBS your request...

that you be the hostage instead of your fellow citizens.

What did they say?

I'll have the answer during the day.

You should know that in my report, I didn't recommend acceptance of your request.

The place of a Mayor is in the Mairie, not in front of a firing squad.

For now, go home, Monsieur le Maire.

Kommandant, between ourselves, all these hostages you took since Nantes...

is it to frighten us?

Or do you really intend to execute some?

If there are other attacks, there will be more executions. That's certain.

- Frankly... - Hmm.

It's not terrible.

Not terrible?

It's not terrible...it's not bad, either.

You kidding me!?

Suckling lamb, pheasant Pâté, small quails, smoked meats, Tarte Tatin.

You can't find that anywhere.

And the wine...Château Talbot from Papa's cellar.

Where's the Foie gras?

You can't find Foie gras anywhere in Villeneuve.

- Madame! - Not now.

I've been preparing this damned dinner for three days.

I've scurried everywhere in Villeneuve to find the best...

I've spent a fortune and all you can say is, it's not terrible!

I asked you to find Foie gras.

I tell you nobody has any.

- Madame... - Did I ask you?

- You really... - Can I say something?

I've dined with the Germans, coming to eat this evening, many times.

They don't care about the booze, they looted the cellar of the Mairie.

They drink Talbot every night if they want.

Lamb...not bad. Quail...not bad. The Pâté...not bad...

But the one thing they dream of is Foie gras.

When they taste it, "God is in France",

and that's the only thing I asked you for.

So if with all the money we have, you're not able to find any...

What do you want me to say?

I know where to find it, Madame.

Why didn't you say so before!

So?

A response during the day.

Don't worry.

You should go and get Gustave from school.

And bring him back here.

I wonder what to tell him about Marcel.

You have three patients and...Madame is here too.

Madame?

Good day Mesdames and Messieurs, I'll be with you in a minute.

What are you doing here?

I was worried for you. You should have informed me.

I didn't know where to reach you.

Daniel, what are you doing, throwing yourself to the German wolves?

I do what I think is right.

In my soul and conscience.

Do you think it's fair to risk your life this way?

They wouldn't dare shoot a Mayor.

At least I hope not.

Daniel, people need you as a doctor...as Mayor.

It's as Mayor that I'm doing it, Hortense.

To defend the people. Exactly that.

I need you, Daniel.

You've funny ways of showing it.

And Te Quiero, have you thought of him? What will become of him, if ever...

Of course I've thought of him, you're here.

You'd look after him.

- No? - Yes, but that's not the question.

I need you, Daniel.

I can't live without you.

Without me...what does that mean?

- Listen, we can't talk about our problems now... - And why not!

Can't you wait for my patients?

Daniel, I need you, I need to know you're there, close beside me.

I need to know we can talk...

I don't know...

that one way or an other, we're together.

Don't you sometimes wonder what I need?

I beg you, Daniel. I can't stand you putting yourself in danger.

- I realize... - What?

...how much I still love you.

I'm coming Sarah, I'm coming.

- Inès! - Yes?

Who's looking after the gravel order?

Marcel.

Why hasn't he done it?

I don't know. No one's seen him since yesterday morning.

Perhaps his kid is sick.

This is impossible, these stories.

I really need to have it out with him, face to face.

- Did he at least bring the jute bags? - No.

Well, he's going to hear from me.

What's he up to!

- Do we have a delivery today? - I don't know.

- That's it? - Yes, that's it.

But I think the pump is leaking.

Well, that's good. They're not paying any attention to you.

The Comrade is nice. Do you know her well?

Sort of.

We need to go by a pharmacy.

We don't have time, and it's risky.

Yes, and frankly we won't have time afterwards.

I don't have a prescription.

You don't need a prescription for oil of cloves.

It relieves the pain, believe me.

There's a pharmacy next door. Come on.

No. I can't baptize you in a hurry.

We don't do it in the church.

Lucienne told me you were aware of her condition.

- Lucienne? - You don't know Lucienne...Lucienne Borderie?

Listen, I'm replacing Père Anselme for three months.

I don't know anyone in Villeneuve.

Oh, that's just my luck.

I've finished all the measurements, Father. I'm taking the beast.

You're not going to carry that on your own!

Listen, don't worry, I've already carried it...

Father. I must marry one of your flock...

- in church, and quickly. Do you understand? - Yes.

Monsieur, Baptism is an act of faith, not an administrative formality.

Yes, but faith, faith...which from the start you say I don't have?

A little bird whispered to me...

Listen, Lucienne is a true Catholic.

She's pious, observant, generous.

Don't you think she's entitled to a church wedding?

She only has to choose a true Catholic.

She chose me!

Listen, I just ask a little effort from you.

No, I'm sorry, we can't baptize to order.

If I offered you the opportunity to teach religion...at the school?

Regularly?

We could see, yes.

One in the morning and one in the evening.

Careful! Not after dinner...before.

Otherwise, you won't sleep.

And you wouldn't have something more...well, less...

- Less what, Madame Durieux? - It's especially my legs that hurt me.

There's something great for legs.

It's chamomile tea which comes directly from Brittany.

You have to drink plenty but it works very well.

Can...can you take it when you have diabetes?

Let's see, renal failure, menopause, pregnancy. No. Diabetes isn't listed.

My brother in law has renal failure. It's a pain, I can tell you...

You know all the risks of diabetes, Madame Durieux...let's see

No, they say nothing about diabetes.

- Good, I'll take it... - You'll see it does you good.

That's 3 Francs 50c, please.

Thank you.

- Goodbye Madame Durieux. - Goodbye Monsieur Galien.

Gentlemen.

- Good day. - Good day.

I'd like some oil of cloves.

My friend has a toothache.

Of course, a small vial?

Yes, yes, yes, a small vial.

Stop.

Get the gun. Let's go, quick.

Get out of the way.

This way.

What do we do?

Get in there. Stay there.

It's good if we separate. We'll have a better chance.

Get in, I tell you.

Hide yourself, I'll send someone to pick you up.

Don't move, eh.

I didn't think Foie gras cost more than gold!

He wanted Foie gras, he'll get Foie gras.

Do you think it will show, if I taste a bit to see?

I don't think so, Madame.

One must taste what one gives to guests, right?

It's a question of knowing how to live.

Hello...

Yes...yes, Monsieur...

Oh that's good.

Goodbye.

This time he won't be able to say anything.

Madame, I'm sorry, it was the Kommandantur...

they're canceling the dinner.

What?

What's happening?

We're in agreement? Yes.

It's the siren. Do you think it's really an air raid?

But who would bomb us?

They can't be starting the curfew at mid-day!

- Oh idiots! - Are you okay?

Dirty Boche, they've hurt my back, bastards...

What's happening?

Doctor, I haven't been able to collect Gustave from school.

There are checkpoints everywhere.

It seems someone shot at Germans near the pharmacy.

Gustave will want to go home. I'll go and get him.

I'll let you get dressed, Monsieur Duranton. You're in great shape.

You can't get through, the checkpoints are very strict.

I will go by the Saint Delves road, there's never a checkpoint there.

But, Monsieur, if there was an attack, you could be a hostage...

Don't worry, give Te Quiero a bath, and make up a bed for Gustave.

No, I need to know specifically when the Kommandant will come...

because I've been waiting for...

So the Kommandant won't come.

That's what I wanted to know.

Thank you, all right.

They really take us for valets.

They don't know when he'll come.

So a morning screwed!

Good, I'll keep looking for jute bags...

Monsieur Schwartz!

Jerome Michelet.

You were crossing Chauverne bridge...

when they found the body of Monsieur Caberni.

Of course.

Where can we talk quietly?

I have to run errands in town. You can come with me, we'll talk on the way.

All right.

- Monsieur Schwartz... - Later!

...this is not a legal issue.

Something serious must have happened.

I asked them, they don't know.

Hey, you're not going to hold people all day, are you.

Stand back!

Oh whatever he says... - Eh!

Stand back!

I think the best thing is...to wait.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

Right. Apparently we're stuck for a while, eh.

- Oh well who cares. Anyway... - Yes.

I'd like to go home!

A little earlier, a little later, what difference does it make?

I'm the school Headmaster, however. I have responsibilities...

- The main school? - Yes, yes...

So you know my daughter?

Perhaps,yes...

Lucienne Borderie.

Well...of course...yes.

- And you're Bériot? - Bériot?

- Jules Bériot. - Yes!

Eugène Borderie.

Delighted.

Delighted, Monsieur.

I imagined you taller.

But he didn't find the source of the gold.

So he went to see his Grandfather...

You see, he's there...

and he asked him where was the source of the gold.

- Uncle! - You're alright, my boy?

Papa didn't come to the Catherinettes's Ball,

and he didn't come back again to sleep.

- Because he had to leave for his work. - Where?

Oh well I don't know exactly. But he'll call us.

He told me to tell you, to come home with me to sleep for a few days.

Oh...but can I bring Capitaine Carotte?

Of course. The most important rabbit in Villeneuve.

Stay there.

Monsieur Larcher.

Herr Muller?

We've come for your brother.

Not in front of the boy!

It's alright, my boy.

You should go and get your things, you're coming with me.

But you have lunch at your house?

Well, don't worry, go and get your things.

And bring your blue pajamas, the warm ones.

Your brother shot at two German officers...

one of them is dead.

I regret it as much as you.

I'd be surprised at that!

What do you want with this child?

He's the son of a terrorist.

It's normal to put pressure on him like this.

This is absolutely contrary to the Geneva Convention, Monsieur.

Monsieur Larcher, believe me,

I don't give a damn for the Geneva Convention.

That will certainly not be the case with Kommandant Kollwitz.

I ask you to take me to him, with this child.

I have no reason to do so.

I confess I don't understand.

What don't you understand?

What my wife sees in you.

You don't need to know.

...of the pharmacist...to shoot the hostages...

But I never envisaged you attending church.

Really?

Yes, for as long as I can remember Lucienne was talking about you as a...

Well, I don't know how to...at least not as an avid parishioner.

Ah yes, yes. I pray a lot...

Well, why in a church when it's not Sunday? I pray very well at home.

Well...it's...

I...I lit a candle for my father.

He died at Verdun in '17.

When I think that was supposed to be "The War to end all Wars"!

- You've come to... - No, no, no. I'm tinkering.

- Did you make it? -No!

No, no. I'm restoring it.

In fact, in the fighting last year, there was some damage.

And since I'm retired, I can take a care of it.

The Boches are at it again...

At what?

Occupying us.

Yes, yes...

Ladies and gentlemen,

you must leave the church, but due to a problem in the town...

the Germans are establishing a permanent curfew.

So you must go home immediately.

Well then, I'm delighted to have met you.

You should take the opportunity to see Lucienne...

- ...in two or three weeks. - Why two or three weeks?

Oh well there's lots of work right now with the return to school...

Are yo not well?

They really screwed up my back.

- Your school isn't very far from here? - No.

Would you mind helping me carry it over there.

That way I can say hello to Lucienne and then rest a little.

- Oh yes, yes. - Perfect.

It's funny you call him Caberni.

Yet you're closely related, right?

He looked like a swindler, but he was a generous guy...

- funny, tolerant... - But he didn't like many Jews, though, eh?

- Jews, of course, otherwise... - What is this shit again!

In any case, I won't be at peace until I've found his killer.

I was wondering...why did you meet that same evening, Monsieur Schwartz?

- What do they want!? - Get out. Please!

- But I work for the Kommandantur. I have an ID. - Get out!

I tell you, I work for the Kommandantur. I have an ID...

- A gun. - Wait, I have nothing to do with him.

Call Kommandant Kollwitz.

What are we going to do with all this?

The sausages will keep, but the pies, the lamb...

And especially the Foie gras!

5,000 francs!

Three of us are never going to eat it!

This damned war!

Will your seller take the Foie gras back?

Wait. I'm the School Headmaster, Monsieur Bériot.

What's happening?

Put it down, quick.

Lucienne, you're there.

Papa!

Hello, my girl.

- What are you doing here? - We met at the church.

Everything was going fine, but then you heard the siren...

Someone fired at Germans near the Pharmacy.

Bravo, I take my hat off to whoever did that. That's a guy with balls.

Papa!

Dirty Boches. You don't know what they did to me.

Hit me in the kidneys, knocking me round the church.

- Monsieur Blériot helped me at once... - Bériot.

You look in good shape.

They haven't damaged you too much in the secular school...

It's changed, it's not like it was.

You know, your mother would still have preferred the Catholic school.

Anyway, you have a good job,

and Monsieur Blériot has a very nice look to him...

Bériot.

I'm glad you find Monsieur Bériot very nice...

because...

because...

Because what?

Lucienne, how many times have I asked you to finish your sentences, in the name of G...

Monsieur Borderie!

Do I have the honor to ask for your daughter's hand?

So!

You really want to marry Lucienne?

Yes...

whatever your conditions.

We have family property, well a little.

I don't know how it is at the Blériot's house.

But when we marry off a girl, we marry off a girl.

I love Lucienne, Monsieur Borderie.

Have you nothing to say, it's not like you!

But I also love Monsieur Bériot.

Of course.

Of course.

Good. Well, well. All this requires reflection...

How much do you make per year?

14,000 francs plus an apartment with the job and...certain other perks.

Yes, well, Bravo. Long live the Secular then.

Well, give me a few weeks, I mean a few months...

Time to get used to the idea.

I want to get married soon, Papa.

Really?

That's also not like you.

Usually you take forever to make a decision.

Will you stay here to sleep tonight?

Completely sick!

Walking around with a gun at this time. We're risking the blade here.

My uncle will fix it.

Yes? In your place, I wouldn't count on it too much.

I've never seen them like this.

First, what does your uncle do?

He's the Sous-Préfet.

He's Servier.

What was your arrangement with Caberni?

What arrangement?

Don't take me for an idiot. He's always had a finger in the Aryanization pie.

Yes, he got a small commission.

Is that what he came about the night he was killed?

What I had to arrange with Crémieux...

About return of the business after the war?

Yes, only Caberni understood the trick...

We were to go 50/50 and then turn in Crémieux.

So I had no interest in killing Caberni.

I even lose a lot.

But Crémieux wins.

The dirty Yid must have learned about it.

The Yids always know everything.

He will have lured him into a trap.

It's not really Crémieux's game though.

Crime is rarely a game.

In general it's circumstances.

You...come.

You will see!

My uncle's already intervened.

- And my friend? - No, only you. Follow me.

Where are you going to sleep?

In the bedroom of the former Headmistress.

Ah, the Jewess!

Yes, the Jewess.

Lucienne, why haven't you spoken of this before?

What?

Well, Blériot!

Will you stop calling him Blériot.

But tell me, why haven't you talked about this before.

Because you know as I do,

you need to take a while to pinch yourself, if you want to marry.

Because I wanted to be sure.

I wanted to wait to be sure.

And now, are you sure?

Yes.

That's what you call a hard bed?

So what's this pretty ring?

Monsieur Bériot gave it to me.

In addition to the engagement ring.

Well. That's love, or I don't know what.

He's being very generous with you.

Come on, hurry Josephine. We can't take all day!

I'm coming, Madame.

Don't you think we should turn back, Madame?

I'm not giving up now.

Your man lives just over the other side, and anyway I've an ID.

But I don't!

Don't worry.

Come with me.

Good day, I have an ID.

I'm Raymond Schwartz's wife!

Listen, I don't think you understand.

Kollwitz the Kommandant is coming to dinner tonight and I must go and prepare...

Josephine!

You'll hear from me, eh!

Can I help you?

Yes, yes. I'm fine.

It's okay, Josephine, lean on me

Come on. Let's go.

Sorry you were held up so long...

I only just learned of the situation.

Please.

You know the man who was arrested with you?

Yes...well no, very little.

He wanted to offer me some business, but I wasn't interested, and...

For him, I can do nothing.

He'll go before a court martial.

Yes. Walking around with a weapon, right now, frankly...

What does he face?

A long prison sentence as a minimum.

Today's attack changes the situation.

That's it.

My men will escort you.

My respects to your wife, and I remind you of our dinner date.

Kommandant.

They have a good program of dance music on Radio-Paris.

I don't know. I don't have a radio. Augustine didn't like it.

But I love it, it's lovely.

It makes me feel like the first buds of spring.

I'm going to heat the soup.

But nothing fancy, eh. As if I wasn't here.

Is your back getting better?

Oh là là, it's seen this before.

She's expecting a baby?

Excuse me!

Lucienne...she's pregnant, right?

Yes.

And you're not the father, of course.

No, because a man like you would have married her earlier.

There, you see, it's the first time, I'm glad my Augustine's no longer here.

Maybe she's laughing, wherever she is.

Mind you, I have nothing against you. On the contrary...

you're saving us from disgrace.

And in my heart I sense you're a good man.

Even if you make the sign of the cross back to front!

Listen, I'm going to be baptized quickly so as to marry Lucienne in church.

Yes, it's very kind, what you're doing, you know...

But let these things happen. Don't rush it.

I'm sorry for how things have turned out.

It's unnecessary.

Well then, I feel like new again! I think I'm going to bed.

But wait, dinner...

No, no, no. Tell Lucienne I'm tired, I've had enough...

and don't worry, she'll understand.

She always has, even if she pretends otherwise.

The baby...catechism and first communion, right?

I've promised the priest.

No, you have to promise me, if you want to marry my daughter.

I promise you.

Perfect. Thank you.

- Good night. - Good night.

The soup will be ready in 5 minutes.

Your father went to bed.

Already?

We talked and he knows everything. There will be no difficulty.

But he went to bed without dinner?

Yes, he said he wasn't hungry.

You're sure you want to be my wife, Lucienne?

Yes.

- Yes? - Yes!

Where's this from?

A middle class lady and her servant who mixed it with a Boche.

Foie gras at 2,000 francs!

- I'll get a good price, I can tell you. - That's fine, Monsieur, Chateau Talbot.

A suckling lamb.

- That'll do it. - Go on. Let's go.

If you know something about your brother, I advise you to tell me.

If I'm the first to lay hands on him...

he'll come out of it alive.

If it's the Wehrmacht, the soldiers have orders to shoot on sight.

You know very well, if you arrest him you'll shoot him out of hand.

I can make sure he's not tortured.

I have no idea where he is.

My brother and I don't communicate.

My wife must have told you that.

How long has it been since you saw your brother?

Oh, weeks.

You saw him yesterday Monsieur le Maire!

You even spoke at length with him...

and said what?

Family business.

Who is this child?

The son of Marcel Larcher.

One of the two terrorists.

I'm thinking of putting a notice in the Press...

That we are holding him. If his father reads it, he may give himself up.

Your application to be a hostage has been rejected by Paris.

Given the circumstances, it's better for you.

And what will your superiors say?

I don't know.

I'm waiting.

Will you authorize me to keep the child in detention? He may be a precious asset.

You haven't the right, Heinrich!

Keeping a child of this age is contrary to all regulations.

If you don't free this child,

I'll make a report to the Wiesbaden Commission.

Very good. Thank you.

You can take your nephew, Monsieur le Maire.

This call has informed me of bad news.

If the terrorists are not handed over to the authorities within 24 hours...

20 hostages will be shot at Villeneuve.