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The next day

There's your picture on the front page.

Your photo and...

His accomplice, Gaston Marescaux, shot yesterday

Second terrorist actively sought

His name was Gaston, he was born in Cannes.

Yvon suited him better.

Yvon, Gérard, Emilie...

What use is all this?

Are you hungry?

Where'd you find that?

At the bakery.

It was the first time I had to beg.

What are we going to do, Marcel?

We can't stay here.

It's better to hideout for a while.

Look at the times for buses to Moissay.

Moissay, is that where you were born?

Yes.

Marcel!

Marcel, come and see.

The Mayor's nephew has disappeared.

Little Gustave Larcher, 9, nephew of our Mayor, Daniel Larcher, is being sought since...

I must phone Daniel.

You're crazy!

You're not going out!

What if you're recognized?

What are you doing?

I'll take the risk.

Marcel, I beg you.

For Love

Excuse me for disturbing you, this came from Berlin.

Thank you, Ludwig.

Make some coffee...

and find some croissants...

and some orange juice.

At your service, sir.

Wake up, darling.

It's too early.

I'm going to Russia tomorrow.

What?

I leave tomorrow for Minsk.

Kollwitz has got my scalp.

How is that possible?

It's possible.

What are you going do?

You can't possibly do nothing!

Frankly, I don't know.

Unless we find your brother-in-law between now and tomorrow.

I'll miss you.

You're muddling everything up...it's the Boches...

I'll tell you...it's nothing to do with...

It's not working?

No. They'll call back when they have a line.

It doesn't surprise me. For the last two days it's been a mess everywhere, so...

You have Number 2 in Villeneuve. Speak, Monsieur.

It's cousin Roger, do you remember me?

Yes, yes, yes, how are you?

I've just read the news about Gustave...

Don't worry, he'll be fine.

Is that him, coughing now?

He ran away and fell in the water.

What is this racket?

He was really cold, the Germans returned him.

Does he have a fever?

Almost 40°.

But don't worry.

Let me talk to him.

No, no, he has to rest.

Don't give me that shit, bastard!

Move it...let me talk to him.

Papa Roger?

It's me, laddie.

How are you?

Fine.

But I'm tired.

and I can't breathe well.

A bit like Mother.

Are you coming over?

I'll try, I promise.

- Let me talk to Daniel, if you don't mind? - Okay Papa.

I kiss you my love.

Rest well.

I kiss you Papa.

Hello.

Is the house being watched?

Three guys take turns in a car until curfew.

Do you think Hortense will hold her tongue?

Hortense is moving out.

And the servant?

Listen, this is madness.

You're not going to come here?

At 7:00 exactly, turn out your hall light twice to say all is well. Understood?

Is he going to come?

I don't know, Gustave, maybe.

When?

Perhaps tonight.

But it isn't for certain.

Let's see.

How much is it?

38.2 degrees.

Is 38.2 good?

Yes it's better. Go on, you should rest.

I don't want to sleep.

You know what your Papa said?

He said he'd come but...

only if you rest and the fever goes down.

- Really? - ...only if you rest and the fever goes down.

...only if you rest and the fever goes down.

I'll try, Uncle. I'm sleepy.

I'm asleep.

Oh no, you're not going...you're not going to put that up!

We always put it up for ceremonies, Headmaster!

This is a private engagement.

We're not going to involve our great Maréchal in a tiny engagement, eh?

Put it up, I don't know, a pretty copy, something utter...

a pre-war map of France!

Good day, Monsieur Bériot.

Good day, Monsieur le Feldwebel.

Another party!

- Oh yes, yes. Yes. - Very good.

It's good to be able to have fun again.

What's the occasion?

Oh it's...it's something...

- But you don't have to... - Yes, yes.

I've to take the train tomorrow for Paris and Kiev...

But I managed to return to Villeneuve...

I've something to say to Lucienne.

Something important.

Oh!

- She's not here? - No.

She's...she'll be here in an hour.

Ah, I won't be able to wait...

When she returns, can you give her a message?

Yes, of course.

Can you tell her that I'll wait where we walked for the first time in February...

near the boats, when I passed over her violin.

I'll be there from 11:00...

until noon at the latest.

Very good.

You're a good man, Monsieur Bériot.

If there were no war, we could be friends.

If there were no war, you wouldn't have met Lucienne.

That's true.

You'll tell her, just until noon at the latest.

After that it's dangerous for me.

She should be ready now.

Go and get her for me.

Madame Schwartz.

Commissaire, I've waited for an hour!

Yes...I know, yes...

Please.

Your summons doesn't even say what it's about!

Vernet, would you leave us please.

I warn you, I'll complain of your attitude to the Sous-Préfet.

You can, he already hates me.

Tell me, does your husband smoke?

- Yes. - Which brand?

I don't know...

So, you don't know which brand your husband smokes!

I mean he smokes several brands.

He's a man who loves variety.

Which brands Madame Schwartz?

Usually...

the "Weekend" brand.

Oh, that's funny.

Smoking and English brand while working for the Germans.

Make no mistake, the Germans love them.

Where are you going with this?

- You see this? - Hm?

It's the butt end.

Yes. It was found on the bank of the Loue.

At the precise place where...

someone threw Monsieur Cabernis's corpse in the water.

You haven't asked me which brand it is.

"Weekend".

English brand.

Thank you Madame Schwartz.

You can go.

You'll hear from me.

You were right Vernet.

She knows it's him, and she's covering for him.

Now we have to prove it.

You're putting everyone in danger by going there.

Do you hear what I say?

It's going to go OK.

The Germans watch the house closely.

But they leave at curfew time.

Yes, well that's what your brother said.

It could be a trap.

Well, I'll make the best of it.

They'll never imagine me coming.

You've only to see your own reaction.

Even disguised...

how are you going do it?

Curfew, no papers, nothing.

I'll go early.

I'll find a hideout close to Daniel's.

So I've got time to pinpoint the Boches.

Then I'll sleep there.

You're afraid I'll give you away to the Boches if I get caught, right?

I'm afraid that you'll get caught at all, idiot.

I'm not going to get caught.

You want to bet?

What's the use!

You don't look as good without a mustache.

Like that, you look like your brother.

Where did you find them?

At the grocery store.

Never leave your glasses around.

I can't see anything.

Well, the important thing isn't for you to see something...

it's that the others don't see you.

Where do we meet?

- Do you know Grigny Woods? - Yes.

Go nearly up to the cross, follow the dirt road. You'll find some big rocks...

go there tomorrow before 10:00.

Same for me, otherwise, it means there's a problem.

- Agree? - Yes.

Say something nice to me before you go!

See you tomorrow.

It rains, it rains shepherdess...

- Sarah? - Yes?

I won't be needing you tonight, say from 6:00.

But the last patient is at half past six.

Yes, I know, I'll take care of it myself.

And then you'll have more time to read, or whatever.

Oh, I've plenty of time to read.

And then there's Te Quiero's bath.

Give him one tomorrow morning.

But I promised to read Gustave a story tonight...

if the fever subsides.

Gustave must rest.

It's not a story that will tire him, and I promised.

Well, read it to him tomorrow.

Very well, Monsieur.

As you wish.

Oh, wait, wait, I...

Excuse me.

Marcel will probably come here tonight...

Marcel?

The house is being watched!

Not during the curfew.

Yes that's true, they leave around 6:00.

But how will he get here?

I don't know.

In any case, at 7:00 go to the entrance...

check the watchers have left, and then...

turn the light on and off, twice.

One after the other.

Then prepare some easy-to-carry provisions...

ration coupons, and money.

Okay.

You'll speak of this to no one, right?

Absolutely no one.

Of course, Monsieur.

Gustave will be happy!

Yes.

It's important for me to really be able to trust someone, you know.

I think this is the first time it's happened to me.

It must be Madame.

Mother has come to see you.

How are you?

Fine!

Hello, my love.

Oh, how I missed you, sweetheart.

Oh! How beautiful you are, how big you are.

I'll stay just a moment, I've an errand in Andréville.

I have to hurry to be back before curfew.

You don't want to take anything, a coffee, tea...

Tea, yes, I will. Its so cold, I'm freezing.

Sarah!

- Would you make some tea please? - Yes, Monsieur.

I think a small boy needs changing.

Sarah changed him 20 minutes ago.

Ah good.

You returned from the park, my love?

And you?

Your life?

I'm overwhelmed!

Between surgery, Mairie, follow-up to executions...

accommodating families, planning funerals...

and then, Gustave.

Oh, by the way, how is he?

He has pneumonia.

Lets hope he hasn't inherited his mother's lungs.

Yes, but what got into him. Why did he want to go to Pontarlier?

It's my fault, I told him Marcel was in Switzerland.

He wanted to join him.

Marcel is in Switzerland?

I don't know.

I just said that.

I had to tell him something. The little guy was talking about chalets...

cows, and obviously chocolate.

Thank you, Sarah.

Do you think Marcel's still in Villeneuve?

Ah well, no. Do you think he'd tell me?

Here.

Thank you.

Poor kid. He's not likely to see his father, and already has no mother.

- He has me. - Yes, Daniel, but it's not the same.

That's certain.

Does he ask for his father a lot?

Obviously.

Well, I must go.

I'll come back tomorrow, or the day after.

As you wish.

It doesn't bother you, I mean to live in such a dis-organized fashion?

No, no, that's the way it is.

Goodbye my love.

Mommy loves you so much.

Goodbye, Daniel.

Kiss Gustave for me.

Go up and give him a kiss, you're still his Aunt.

Well, if it makes you happy.

It's for him, not me.

Gustave.

Are you asleep or not?

I'm asleep.

Then you talk while you're sleeping.

Do you think I'm hot?

Yes, a little, but...

It's normal, you have a fever.

In fact I'm not sleeping, I'm doing something else to get the fever down.

That's great.

Do you know how to bring the fever down?

Well no.

You'll have to ask Daniel, he's the doctor, you know.

I imagine myself with the Eskimos on an iceberg.

And then I think of Papa, too.

- Come on, Gustave, rest now. - I will.

If the fever comes down, Papa will come tonight.

- You mean in your dreams? - No, for real!

Gustave, what makes you say that?

Papa, he phoned this morning.

He'll come if the fever comes down.

Yes, they're beautiful.

But they're not very tasty.

- Without butter, sugar, flour... - Yes, yes.

You know...

Yes, yes, but I can get that for you.

For 50 people?

A cousin on my mother's side has a large farm.

If you want....you only get married once.

Good, I'll sort it out with him. I'll let you know.

How are you?

You seem upset.

Oh no, no, no. It's the patissier, his tiered cake has un-tiered me!

And you with Père Germain?

Severe...but fair.

But not at all as you might think.

Come here Lucienne, I'll show you how I imagine the banquet.

Do you think it will hold everyone for the wedding?

Yes. For the Catherinettes there were a good 50 people. So...

The orchestra...a large table...

and another large table here.

But how would they be able to dance?

Oh yes that's true!

So...a table there...a table there...and a table there. And hup, hup, hup!

It'll be strange to get married here.

You'd prefer to do it somewhere else?

No, no. It's convenient here, and it's difficult to find a room at the moment.

I'm sorry, Lucienne. I'd have loved to offer a truly grand wedding, but...

Circumstances, the urgency of the situation.

Stop Monsieur Bériot. You're doing everything very well.

- No, but I feel... - You're not...well...you're a little disappointed.

What do you think!

You don't like it, when I kiss you?

Yes, yes.

Kurt came by earlier.

While you were at the church.

I'm sorry not to have told you immediately.

It doesn't matter.

He's here for a few hours and must leave before noon.

For Paris, then Kiev.

- Did you tell him...? - No, no, no.

He said that he'd wait for you near the boats.

Where you met in February.

You'll allow me to go?

You'll be my husband in three weeks.

For me, you already are.

Jules, don't imagine I'd do something to hurt you.

I don't think it would be right not to go, Lucienne.

Very well.

I'll go and change.

Try a little honey.

We seized it from a guy called Richard Dennières...

...who was in the black market.

Here, look.

- Yes, the honey's good. - We'll tell him he's a good trafficker.

Yes.

Henri...

Henri...

What are you doing here?

Just a couple of words with you.

Come and tell me at the Commissariat.

This is a friendly conversation.

Not at all suited to a Commissariat.

You're anything but my friend, and I've no wish to let you into my home.

It will take two minutes.

You won't regret it.

I can be generous to my friends.

Judith, a small matter to deal with, I'll be back soon.

Yes, OK.

You have two minutes.

Where are you with the murder of Cabernis?

I thought it was you supposed to tell me things, not vice versa.

Cremieux has no alibi.

It's him?

I'm ready to give you 30,000 Francs if you give me the name of the murderer.

You're completely sick!

I pay dear for what I value.

Cabernis was everything to me.

- Did he tell you everything could be bought? - Yes.

You just have to set the right price.

Yes...well, your Cabernis was mistaken.

Because I may be old, tired, a bit alcoholic...

...old fashioned, but for sale? No!

50,000.

I'm sure you know who it is.

Get lost little queer, before I get really angry.

50,000, Commissaire.

The offer stands.

I didn't expect to find you.

I feel I've been gone for months.

So do I.

How's the baby?

Fine.

You don't look happy to see me!

Yes, but I didn't expect it.

You didn't tell me you were coming back to Villeneuve.

I shouldn't have. I wanted...

I thought and I wanted...

Can we walk a little?

I thought about what you told me the day of the ball...

that you couldn't raise the child alone, that I didn't realize...all that.

I was afraid of losing you.

- I couldn't bear that. - Kurt...

I'm getting married.

I'm going to marry Monsieur Bériot.

But you don't like Monsieur Bériot!

I'll learn.

But you don't learn to love.

I don't know, I didn't love anyone before you.

I believe there are different ways to love.

Listen.

A friend told me about Switzerland.

It's not very far.

We could go there.

- After the war? - Now!

You'd desert?

To raise the child, I'm ready for anything.

Everything depends on you.

I've to be back at barracks in an hour.

Either I leave now, or we start for Pontarlier.

I know where to find a car.

There's a man I know who can get us across the border.

Lucienne!

Where were you?

At Daniel's.

It's still your home, right?

I no longer have a home.

Or perhaps it's here.

I'm having a bad time!

It's fair, we each need to console the other...

Ah...it's been a long time!

How are you going to get morphine, there?

It's not very difficult.

In a victorious army you can find everything.

It's a question of price.

This is absurd, I've just left Daniel. I could have brought you some.

No, no, no. It'll pass, it's a small crisis.

You see.

Tonight we dine by candlelight.

Champagne, Foie gras, fresh truffles.

Ludwig has worked wonders.

This is my favorite song.

'The True Hussar'.

I sang it at school.

There once was a faithful heart...

He loved a young girl for an entire year...

I know where Marcel will be tonight.

Docteur.

The Germans have left.

Good...at 7:00, do as I told you with the lights in the hall.

Yes, Monsieur.

So?

How is my little patient?

Let's see.

38.1 degrees, that's not bad.

Is Papa coming?

I hope so.

But how will he know the fever's gone down?

Well, you know, sometimes Papas...

...can work miracles.

Here are Schwartz's figs.

Everything's going fine.

But, what's she doing?

I told you, she has an errand to run.

An errand to run, on the day of her engagement!

And with the curfew in an hour.

Perhaps we could open a bottle or two?

Not before the bride arrives anyway. A little patience. Huh?

As father in law, can I ask a special little favor?

In the end perhaps you won't be a bad son.

Tell me, how are you getting along with Père Germain?

Not very far.

At least you're honest.

I appreciate that.

It doesn't bother you, this child of someone else's?

I love children.

I love children too, but I prefer my own.

But it will be mine.

You're a good chap.

But be careful not to be too good. Lucienne needs a tighter rein, or she may do anything.

You're gruff!

Look here, already late on her engagement day.

I hope you'll read her the Riot Act.

I love Lucienne, Monsieur Borderie. When you love a woman, you don't want to...

No! Rather I want to make her happy.

I don't know anything about that. I'm too old a bird to ask me that sort of question.

And when I retired, Augustine passed on, so...

Looks like you don't know where she is.

Yes, yes, yes, I do know.

Come in quick.

How's the boy?

He'll pull through.

Since you talked to him this morning, the fever's receded.

Good evening, Monsieur.

Good evening.

You told me that Hortense had moved out, but I just saw her.

No, that's because...

I'll explain later...Sarah has made you a bed.

...and a good meal.

Come see Gustave.

Gustave.

Look who's here.

Why have you shaved your mustache?

How do you feel, laddie?

Better.

I still have a headache.

How long will you be staying?

Well, I'm going to have dinner, and a little sleep and then I'll leave again.

When will you come back?

I'll leave you now.

* The Colonel had albumen *

* The Commandant suffered from a large colon *

* The Capitaine looked a bit off-color *

* And the Lieutenant had glands *

* The Adjutant suffered with kidney colic *

* The Corporal had an isachronic horn *

* The Private, Second Class, corns on his feet *

* And all that, it's excellently French *

* Excellent soldiers marching goose step *

* Forgetting in this adventure, that they were plump, fragile and delicate *

* And all these guys who for the most part were taking tablets, drops and mixtures *

* Behaving as though they were 20. Where does this miracle come from? *

* The booze and tobacco *

But my dear Bériot, it's missing a verse.

Go ahead, go ahead.

I don't know if I can!

Okay, by popular demand here is the third verse.

I'm not responsible for any side effects.

* The Colonel was for Action Française *

* The Commandant was a Moderate *

* The Capitaine was for the Diocese *

* And the Lieutenant tucked in the Priest *

* The Adjutant was a strong extrémist *

* The Corporal a convinced Socialist *

* The Sergeant registered with all the Parties *

* The Private, Second Class, with the Betting Shop *

* And all of this is excellent French, excellent soldiers marching goose step *

* In thinking that the République, is still the best regime *

* And all these guys who for the most were not all of the same political stripe *

* They all agree, whatever their fate, they all want peace for once *

So the little boy climbed to the top of the mountain...

He descended to the bottom of the sea...

He searched the countryside...

Nobody had heard of the source of the gold.

Then the little boy, went to see his Grandfather...

Who was very old and very wise.

He asked him if he had heard of the gold source.

The famous source of gold that could spread happiness on earth...

And do you know what his Grandfather told him?

The gold source is in your heart.

Half a sausage, a piece of cheese, a few pieces of fruit...

The box of Pâté, it's the last we have...

Do you want to give him it all?

Yes, of course!

- Isn't that the Madrier's dog? - Yes.

Strange, it never barks during the curfew.

I'll go and see.

The Germans are here!

I saw Heinrich Müller.

Are there many?

They can't have followed me! I'd have noticed.

Docteur, the Germans are here.

Yes, I know, give him his supplies, quickly.

Run through the garden, there's a hole in the neighbors hedge.

Go through their greenhouse and drop into the main street.

- Take my coat. - I'll take yours.

It'll give you time to get away.

You're going make them shoot you!

Don't worry, they want you alive.

Here.

You risk being arrested.

No, they'll do nothing to a Mayor.

Even a German understands that one must help his brother.

Do you know where you'll hide?

The rocks at Grigny.

Afterwards, I don't know.

- Say goodbye to the little one... - Don't worry.

I know what to say.

Hurry.

Good evening, Monsieur Larcher.

Good evening, Herr Müller, what are you doing out at this hour? Do you need morphine?

It's not him! Search the whole area!

That's enough.

Take him away.

Handcuffs, feet tied, full body search!

Where is he?