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Take your time, Monsieur Gallien.

The young one.

The one smoking. That's him who fired.

I've never seen the other one.

They'll escort you out Monsieur Gallien. Thank you very much.

And the rear exit?

We've two guys there.

- I can't spot her. - Not sure she's involved in any case.

Monsieur le Sous-Préfet is here.

Thank you.

I hope they'll lead us to Larcher.

Are you going to inform the Boches?

You're joking!

Monsieur le Sous-Préfet.

What is Your Name?

They tell me you have one of them.

Yes, the shooter.

Bravo! What are you waiting for, to arrest him?

He leads us to Larcher, or Larcher comes here. It's as simple as that.

Excuse me, but the accomplice has set off.

Good, you two follow him...discretely. I prefer you lose him, rather than he spot you.

Understood?

You're sure the shooter is still there?

Yes.

How's it going?

There's no other way out?

We've got them all covered.

All this is useless to me if I can't announce his arrest to Besançon and Paris,

But if we arrest him you're going to have to tell the Germans.

Obviously.

They'll take him from us and cut him into little bits...

and we won't get to arrest Larcher.

For me, there needs to be an arrest now.

I can give you 5 or 6 hours before I tell the Germans. No more!

Loriot, get going.

But be careful, he's definitely armed.

Go on.

It's fantastic to have found the shooter.

Fantastic!

When I tell Kollwitz, he'll be green.

Yes, for sure.

Madame phoned, she's going to come by this afternoon.

Thank you, Sarah.

Come on, hurry, you're going to be late for school.

- Uncle? - Hm?

The Germans killed the Gran-dad of one of my school friends, André, yesterday.

They shot him although he did nothing.

Why did they do that?

It's the war, Gustave.

But you said the war was over.

Well, I was wrong.

Sometimes adults get things wrong.

Especially during wars.

Go on, finish your coffee.

Papa said we're always at war.

Was he right then?

Yes...

and no.

Why doesn't Papa call me from Switzerland?

It's difficult to phone from Switzerland, you know.

But we'll have news soon.

Docteur, I've no more money for shopping...

it seems there are potatoes at Ludovic's.

In the second drawer, there.

Would you like mashed?

Yes.

I suppose you wonder how we found you?

- No. - Yes!

If I were in your place I'd like to know.

You're not in my place.

It's a place that will get you a dozen bullets in your hide one day.

A little respect please.

Don't talk of things you know nothing about.

You know you were betrayed.

By one of your Comrades.

So, what I'll do. You tell me where Larcher is, and I'll tell you who it was. Agreed?

I wonder what you'll say to the judge when it's your turn.

Except, unfortunately for you, you've no chance of knowing.

Because it's over for you. I'm not going to lie to you, to kill an officer...

at best it's the firing squad for you.

But hey, you're not alone.

There's the hostages as well.

Yesterday they shot 10.

There's still at least 20.

So if we don't find Larcher they're all at risk,

because the Boches want to make an example.

And that's a shame, because I'm sure you know where he is.

So, it's up to you whether Larcher's life is worth 20 Comrades...

I have their photos here. Do you want to see them?

I pity you, you know.

I often ask myself, guys like you, what are they running after...

It's not money...

it's not honor...

it's not justice...

what is it?

Tell us where Larcher is please.

The power...?

The power to interrogate and punch a man tied to a chair?

I'm losing my patience, tell me where Larcher is.

Larcher? The Mayor?

He must be in the Mairie, I suppose.

You've used me in a disgusting fashion.

You're exaggerating.

Do you realize what would've happened if we'd

been caught at the Line with these stencils?

But you weren't caught.

So what were you thinking of?

And what is this circus?

Leaflets, an underground paper?

It's infantile.

What do we do now?

You do nothing.

You forget what you saw and life goes on.

Because you think I'll keep it all to myself?

I'm certain of it.

If I sink, you sink Raymond. And Marie Germain will find herself unemployed.

You're really...

You're going to give me a lesson in morals!

You buy me out cheap,

with my own money, under Aryanization, and then give me a moral lesson?

Listen, I promised to cede back half your works.

You're very good.

You profit from the situation, when others are in prison...

and some even shot.

You really should be aware of the world in which you live, Raymond.

Are we finished? I'm late for a meeting.

Two seconds, I have something to do.

Help yourself to a drink.

So? You're out!

I really believed I was going to die.

For once the family was some use!

They even sent me a Curé, the sods.

What can I do for you?

Nothing, I'm taking a walk.

It's not allowed?

It's private property.

Let's say I'm making my own little investigation.

You still have a relationship with Crémieux?

Yes, in fact I think there's a misunderstanding.

I have the impression you suspect Crémieux of having killed your friend?

Not a bit.

It's impossible because he didn't leave here, in the afternoon, or the evening...

What?

I'm telling you he didn't leave in the evening,

so Crémieux couldn't have killed Caberni.

The police told me it happened in the early evening!

- You didn't leave in the evening? - No.

I thought you wanted to swing him...

Well in fact, I acted buddy-buddy to put up a front...

to put it short. In any case, I'm telling you it wasn't him.

Good day.

- But how do you get to Switzerland? - By car.

And if you don't have a car?

Then by bus!

The bus that goes to Pontarlier near my Granny. Switzerland is close by.

What's in Switzerland?

- Well there's chocolate... - I don't like chocolate.

My father's in Switzerland.

He's traveling for work, but can't call me because it's too far.

The telephone doesn't go that far.

You know Gustave...

your father...

He's not traveling.

It was him that shot the Boches the other day.

You'll say anything!

I'm telling you, it's true. My father said it at dinner yesterday.

My father knows the Boches well, he works with them.

- They tell him everything! - I don't believe you.

Come on, its not worth arguing with him.

He only wants to show off, that's all.

Do you know where to get the bus for Pontarlier?

No, but probably the main Square.

You're not going to go there?

Why not.

Because Switzerland is big.

You don't even know what town he's in.

I'll find it.

Anyway it's my problem, so swear to me you'll keep the secret.

I swear it.

Right, at least give me your name.

Your real name.

- Désiré Granet. - I didn't hear that.

Désiré Granet.

Granet E T?

No, no. My name's René Carrel.

René Carrel. Yes.

What are you playing at?

He's screwing us around.

Two guys have been shot in Chateaubriand.

That amuses you?

In any event my name's of no importance.

Well I'm sure your mother doesn't share that opinion.

- My mother? - Yes.

You know I'm going to know who you are one day?

Because we will identify you, it's just a matter of time...

then we'll find your mother...

I'll go see the Boches, and tell them she helped the Party...

perhaps she even participated.

Perhaps she provided the gun, who knows?

It's happened before.

I'm going to be shot soon, anyway.

They always do that.

Quickly shot.

Yes, except when you're dead, the same things will happen.

It will change nothing.

I'm going to publish your photo in the paper, we're going to find your mother...

we'll give her some heat, and then hand her over to the Boches.

You won't do that.

You believe not?

It takes some courage to do that.

While you with your little tie...

your smug little air, we can see right away you're a coward.

Herr Müller.

Thank you for warning me of his arrest, Marchetti.

Has he said anything?

Not even his name.

You haven't asked the right questions, Marchetti.

Marcel!

I've only a minute, Yvon hasn't come. He's been arrested.

- Edmond? - I don't know.

I have a meeting place for my rescue tomorrow.

I'm going to come with you.

No, absolutely not.

There are military checkpoints everywhere, they have your photo.

Listen. I'm going to see what Edmond says, and I'll return.

I have to go, or I'll be noticed.

Be careful.

Wait, if Edmond doesn't come to the meeting point-vous tomorrow, what do I do?

Check you're not followed and come back.

We'll let you know.

Go on Suzanne.

Good day, Monsieur.

Good day.

- Is Madame here? - No, Monsieur.

Get me something to drink, good and strong.

There's a man for you in the drawing room.

A policeman.

- Commissaire! - Monsieur Schwartz.

I've got the Caberni case, are you aware of that?

No.

Glad to hear it.

And as you're the last person who saw him alive...

I've already told Inspecteur Vernet everything I know, but...

Sit down, please.

Vernet thinks you're hiding certain things in this business.

So!

Thank you, Armagnac?

Do you know who Jérôme Michelet is?

Not really, no.

You were arrested with him, however.

Ah yes! The Germans let him go?

Continue taking me for a fool, if you like!

He went to your factory, today.

I see so many people, you know...

On leaving he went directly to the Commissariat.

To check Crémieux's schedule for the day of the murder.

And you let him do that!

He's the Sous-Préfet's nephew.

I can't do much about it.

On the contrary you can do something.

Is it Crémieux who killed Caberni?

It could be.

He was Aryanized, he'd humiliated him.

I know nothing about this murder.

If Michelet kills Crémieux and you know something,

you'll have a death on your conscience.

I'm telling you I know nothing.

And I don't believe you...

Monsieur Schwartz.

I've done what I could, but clearly someone of mine called the SD.

Any chance of getting him back?

Do you see any other means of finding Larcher?

We can always tail the other one. He's been identified in the past.

Edmond Lherbier.

He was on the Conseil Général in 1936...

one of my guys arrested him during a demonstration.

These Bolsheviks, what a pain!

If the Boches could really get rid of them for us...

Yes.

Otherwise, I have a question for you, Monsieur le Sous-Préfet.

Because since my return to Villeneuve,

I've had wind of a certain rumor several times.

What's that?

Well...

the SD guy, there...Heinrich Müller.

They say he's perhaps having an affair with the Mayor's wife...

is that possible?

You know, rumors are one of the worst of humanity's creations.

Absolutely, yes.

I confess that now I think of it, I'd like to know if it's true.

Marchetti...

you know the Police will become a National body as of next month.

Yes, yes.

You're the ideal candidate to take over the official direction in Villeneuve...

don't go and undermine your position by listening to gossip.

You're right.

Find Larcher, and your appointment is a done deal.

It seems she's crazy about him.

Monsieur le Sous-Préfet.

Excuse me.

Yes.

We hurt you, and then we heal you...

in order to be able to hurt you again.

The cycle of life.

Good, you've repaired him enough.

Get out.

You're going to talk, you know.

Everyone talks.

It's a question of time...

and technique.

I want you to give me your name, Monsieur.

The rest...will come on its own.

Your name, that's the minimum of politeness.

Isn't it?

So that's why you went to a pharmacy!

I wondered.

I'm sorry...I didn't want to...

Wait for me. I'm coming.

Keep this moron fresh for me.

You know, I'm sometimes obliged to...

You don't have to justify yourself.

Yes...but you're troubled, I sense it.

I've just been called "The Boche's Whore".

My dear.

Who said that?

Leaving the church...

I came across a beggar...

there were people next to him...waiting for an organ recital...

Madame Servier, always grim...

the Architect's wife...

that minx Geneviève Leclerc...

I greeted them absentmindedly...

The beggar caught my arm...

he smelled bad...

and held out his hand...

I'd forgotten my purse, and I excused myself for having nothing to give him...

then he shouted...

and said...

almost singing...

"The Boche's whore has no money!"

You should have seen those women.

Their looks, hatred...

It was obvious they thought the same as him.

The Boche's whore.

The Boche's whore.

- Darling, this beggar, do you want me to... - No!

Tell me, are you going to win this war?

I'm going to try, in any case.

I'll leave you.

Joséphine told me a policeman came?

Yes.

They're re-opening the inquiry into Caberni's death.

So, how does that concern you!

I was the last one to see him alive.

You're hiding something from me.

What are you looking for?

There's a glass for you there.

I was at the dry-cleaners today.

Yes.

Old Thomier told me about the little game with your raincoat.

How you came at closing time...

how you asked him not to talk about it to anyone, especially me...

Apparently he failed.

He has a weakness for Joséphine, you didn't know that?

He told her everything.

...and she's the same, she told me everything.

You've taken a mistress again, is that it?

At least admit it.

That coat you were wearing,

the day before the Fête for the returned prisoners.

I noticed you arrived late at the ceremony.

There must have been who knows what crap on that coat.

And you wanted it cleaned on the quiet.

Tell me!

I can't take the way you treat me any more. I can't take it any more.

You want to know why I was late for the ceremony? Is that what you want to know?

Yes.

It was the day of Caberni's death.

It was me that killed Caberni.

He was blackmailing me, so I put a bullet in his guts, like now, eye to eye.

I threw his body in the Loue.

There was blood on my coat, so I went to see Old Thomier...

and told him I was cutting up game.

Okay, I didn't want him to talk...

because you don't like me poaching...that's it!

There you are.

And the police suspect me!

But what are you going to do?

I don't know.

You're not yet in bed?

You neither, Docteur.

I don't go to bed until 2:00 in the morning.

I always read very late, mind you.

By the candle light?

You'll damage your eyes.

I'll install a bulb in your bedroom.

No, no, Monsieur, it's not worth it.

I'm a doctor, I can't let you ruin your eyes.

Good night, Monsieur.

Until tomorrow.

Until tomorrow.

Did he talk?

No.

His heart failed. He must have had a cardiac arrest.

To torture a man is wretched enough...

But when it's for nothing.

It's strange.

He tricked me.

He refused to say his name, so I insisted.

I hurt him more and more...

to get him to tell me his name.

Even though it was immaterial to me.

It's Larcher who I want.

He fought on ground of his own choosing.

He must have known he had a heart problem.

It's probable.

I want him shot anyway.

On a stretcher.

For the Press.

You'll arrange it?

Yes, as per your orders.

And I advise you to get your hands on Larcher quickly.

Why are you looking at him like that?

I would have liked to have known his name.

Wouldn't you?

- Hello. - Hello.

I'm taking the bus at 9:00 o'clock, I found money.

How?

- That's my business. - You didn't steal it, right?

- No. - You shouldn't go, Gustave, it's too dangerous.

I've written a letter to the teacher, so no-one will worry.

Will you give it to her?

No. I can't let you go alone.

Are you not frightened?

I don't know.

You can't know in advance.

- Hello. - Hello.

- I'm going with Hélène. - To Switzerland?

Don't ask. I want you to give this to the teacher.

But not right away, not for an hour.

Can I come with you?

No, someone has to give her my letter.

I'll bring you some chocolate.

I don't want your chocolate.

Docteur.

Excuse me.

Marcel?

No.

50 Francs is missing from the purse, and your brother's photo is gone.

Dear Uncle...

I've gone to find Papa in Switzerland. Please don't blame Sarah for the money...

I took it to pay for the bus.

I'll give it back when I find Papa...

or when I grow up.

Hélène...

when I grow up I'll be a great militant.

A great militant of what?

I don't know, whatever.

Give me Guyon, or the Head of News.

It's my fault, I should have told him the truth.

I lied to him first, you know.

No, no, you did right.

It was for me to tell him, not you.

Ah, Guyon! My nephew has disappeared, he has gone missing from the house.

He's 9 years old. I'd like to place a search notice in tomorrow's edition.

Yes, tomorrow.

Well sort it out, you only have to delay the Council minutes!

For what it's worth, frankly.

Thank you, Guyon.

If Marcel knew of this!

Mesdames and Messieurs, ID check.

What do we do?

I don't know.

Monsieur, we haven't any papers, we're going to look for our parents.

Your parents?

The teacher wasn't there, so we're going home.

Where's home?

In Pontarlier.

A school so far from home!?

Come on, get off.

- Oh, Monsieur... - Get off.

You need to learn to obey, laddie.

Your bag.

That's a lot of money for a child to have.

Oberleutnant...please!

Wait for me here.

Stop!

- Stop or I'll shoot. - Hurry up.

We'll get them again.

Kollwitz just told me the terrorist died.

Thank you.

If he'd talked, they'd have already arrested Larcher.

How do you get coffee like this nowadays?

I'm a politician.

Tell me...when you spoke about naming me chief of the National Police in Villeneuve...

you were serious?

Absolutely.

At my age?

The French State needs youth,

the older ones are far too corrupted by the former regime.

Enter!

Monsieur le Sous-Préfet.

Edmond Lherbier has just picked up a girl on the Square,

in the Quartier Saint Roch.

By the description, I think it's Suzanne Richard.

Well, the wheel turns.

Monsieur le Sous-Préfet...

Please excuse us. I'll keep you up to date.

Thank you.

So, has anything happened?

He went to telephone at the Post Office, two minutes ago.

Do we know who to?

A number in Villeneuve, we're checking.

Let me see.

It's true, she's cute.

In my opinion she has a thing for Larcher.

What's with you? Do you still have the hots for her, or what?

No...

The guy down there on the terrace, is he one of ours?

No, negative.

It's weird, I would have thought so, because he's not acting natural.

Wait, wait, what is this shit?

Go, go, get going.

Get going, get going.

These idiots have shown themselves!

What are they doing there? Oh move.

Come on, move.

Come on.

Get back. Go.

Collaboration is wonderful. Shit!

How do you know which way Switzerland is?

Because I have a sense of rotation.

- A what? - A sense of rotation.

That's what Papa explained to me.

It means I can always find my way.

When they blindfold me at parties...

I always know my way.

But you've never been to Switzerland.

You couldn't find it.

Well I think it's...that way.

What now?

We can't go as far as the bridge, there could be Boches there.

You're not going into the water!

If it's not deep there's no risk.

But the water will be cold.

And I don't know how to swim.

Me neither.

Be careful.

It's damned slippery.

It's not so cold.

See, it's not so difficult.

I told you it was slippery.

You can't stay like that, you'll have to dry yourself.

We need to find a village. If we do that we risk stumbling into the Boches.

So what do we do?

Come on.

We've had too many bungles today.

I'd like to understand why it didn't work.

- Because you kill the prisoners we arrest. - No!

It didn't work because you don't collaborate enough.

You didn't even inform us that you'd arrested the terrorist.

If we had done, you'd have killed him the same way.

That's not the problem.

You must collaborate much more.

I'll remind you that I spared the life of your nephew.

You didn't tell us you were tailing a second terrorist.

What for? You spend your time following us as if we were common gangsters.

- Fortunate that you were followed. - That's enough!

Where are the lists of Communists, arrested by your services, that you promised us?

We're finishing them.

Today we had to go fishing randomly in your prisons for hostages. It's not normal.

What's not orderly, Kommandant...

is that your services had already spotted Marcel Larcher before the attack.

They had him under surveillance and didn't arrest him.

What is all this about?

Herr Müller!

It's true we'd identified him as the thief of the brothel gun,

and put a tail on him...

but he actually escaped.

How long were you planning to hide this from me?

- Kommandant... - Müller, that was the last straw!

I warn you, Monsieur le Sous-Préfet, the arrest of Larcher will be decisive...

for the progress of Collaboration between our services in Villeneuve.

Don't worry.

The new Chief of National Police will be on it round the clock.

Congratulations, Marchetti.

Meanwhile, I impose a fine of one Million francs, payable immediately.

Hurry.

I haven't seen any Boche in the area.

Let's make the best of it.

Suzanne, what did Edmond say?

He didn't say anything.

He didn't want me to come because we don't know if Yvon talked.

You're happy with that?

In the name of God, he's right. If he talked you're finished.

It's too late.

If he talked you're finished too.

Where do we go?

I don't know.

As I told you, Edmond doesn't know I'm here.

I have no plan.

When we made a meeting point-vous earlier,

we realized we were being followed...

Well...he was being followed. I rode a bicycle, so it's impossible.

How did you give them the slip?

Edmond went to call Max, to ask him to pick us up by car.

Max stole one.

Five minutes later he arrived and picked us up right under their nose.

But afterwards he hollered us out.

He told us it was my fault. That it was me who was followed.

And above all he didn't want us to come and get you.

That if you saw no-one was coming, you'd understand and shoot yourself.

He told me the opposite yesterday!

I was supposed to wait.

What do we do?

We need to find somewhere to spend the night.

Why don't we go to my old studio?

The cops can't watch it for ever.

Far too risky.

Come on.

Are you okay?

Yes, yes, fine...

Gustave!

If we don't find a house to get you dry, you'll die of cold.

No, no, that's stupid.

I just need to rest a bit.

No, we mustn't stop, we mustn't stay still.

But...my mother...when she had asthma, said she just needed to rest a little.

And after that she felt better.

I'm going to sleep a bit, and when I'm rested...

we can start again.

We can't spend the night outside, Gustave.

Right. We'll go...we'll go...

we'll leave soon...when I'm rested.

Gustave!

Come on Gustave, we're going to leave.

A checkpoint.

What do we do, Marcel?

We'll hide a bit and then decide.