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Please.

Please.

Give me a drink.

Herr Müller said to give nothing.

If Herr Müller said it!

You've got a hell of a nerve coming here!

Only you knew Marcel was coming to the house.

When I think how you manipulated Gustave!

No, I didn't manipulate him, he told me.

Everything else...

I could forgive you, but not that!

Are you badly hurt?

If I get out, the first thing I'll do is demand a divorce.

I don't want to see you, I don't want to hear you. You no longer exist to me.

It's not possible, Daniel. Give me one last chance.

Guard!

Please.

No, I beg you, Daniel.

Please.

I beg you, Daniel.

I've finished with this woman.

Send her away.

Daniel, I beg you, look at me...

Madame!

Out!

What possessed you to treat Daniel this way?

The Traitor

You hit him!

This is war.

No, no. Stop mocking me.

There's never been any question of you hurting Daniel, ever.

Hortense, he helped a terrorist.

Heinrich, he's his brother!

What did you think? That he'd tie him up until you come to get him?

- Calm down. - No, don't touch me!

I want...no, I demand you let him go immediately.

You demand!?

In what capacity?

Because obviously I have no right to touch you.

No, Heinrich, don't play that game.

But it's you who are playing!

You give me your brother-in-law...

then play the mourner because a few dishes are broken.

What use is it to hold Daniel?

He surely knows where his brother is.

Anyway I can't get him out, even if I wanted to.

Why?

Because I arrested the Mayor, Hortense, accusing him of aiding a terrorist.

If I'm right it's prison for him. For me...perhaps I avoid Russia.

But if he gets out of prison, then I was wrong to arrest him...

and my career is over.

You're exaggerating.

Hortense!

You don't know what the SD is, nor the SS.

They don't forgive failure.

I can't release him.

Not yet, in any case.

He actively helped him escape, Hortense.

- I'm going to interrogate him, to see... - To interrogate him, means torture him?

It means give him a few slaps? Yes.

No, no...find another solution.

There is no other solution.

He must talk!

I couldn't live with that, Heinrich!

Hortense, we're no longer playing here!

It's no longer simply us. It's my career, my life, my future.

You must choose your camp.

Let him go.

That means he counts more than me.

It's nothing to do with that.

Very well.

Go on with you now.

What are you going to do?

Oh, don't worry yourself.

I won't touch him.

Your hubby.

Go now, I've work to do.

Go I tell you!

Shit!

Herr Müller said "Give nothing".

It's good of you to come.

Any news of Marcel?

Nothing. Not in the paper this morning.

That's a good sign.

And how is Gustave?

He's furious with his father.

He doesn't understand why he didn't stay, as planned.

What did you tell him?

The truth.

I thought it best.

Ah yes. Perhaps.

And Te Quiero?

This morning he said Papa for the first time.

Ah good.

What will happen to you now Docteur?

Don't worry, they won't dare attack the Mayor.

Mademoiselle Meyer.

How are you?

You know it was me who resolved your documentation problems last year?

You might thank me.

I'll leave you Monsieur.

Goodbye Sarah.

The ingratitude!

Pretty girl isn't she?

Do you sleep with her?

What can I do for you?

Tell me where your brother is.

I don't know where he is.

...and even if I did, I'm not sure I'd tell you.

You understand that I'm going to have to move to harsher measures.

You mean torture.

You can call it that, yes.

I don't believe you'll go that far.

You believe yourself protected don't you?

You know me poorly Monsieur Larcher.

If you don't speak...

Did you know that in 1939 I had to sacrifice a Polish woman that I liked a lot.

...to deceive the Intelligence Service of her country.

She was tortured and beheaded.

I knew in advance what would happen to her.

Yes...

I sacrificed my pole.

So...

You know!

Where is your brother Monsieur Larcher?

I don't know where he is.

Yes, yes, yes.

You're trying to gain time. Time that I don't have.

Guards!

Open the cell.

He's...

Yes?

There's a quarry near Schwartz's sawmill...

with a cave inside...

he might be there.

He might!

I hope he is, for your sake Monsieur Larcher.

Damn, you scared me!

Sorry Comrade.

But glad to see you.

Me too. Any news of Suzanne?

Don't worry, she's safe.

Edmond preferred I go to her place.

Do you know about Yvon?

Yes, I saw the newspaper.

He was a good guy. The Party's asked Edmond to find out who betrayed him.

You're sure it's betrayal?

What else can it be?

I don't know...imprudence.

No, Edmond is satisfied it's betrayal.

The Inter-regional Committee too.

But what does the Inter-regional know?

Hey, the stuff you're munching looks excellent.

Help yourself, my brother gave it to me.

Edmond's going to come by this afternoon to interrogate you, and decide what to do.

You know your brother was arrested?

What?

It seems he was beaten up by an SD guy...

and is being held incommunicado.

Get out...

What is it?

Can't you guess?

No!

Well this is your home.

Do you like it?

You say you can't stand the town any more, and how Crémieux behaves...

What money did you buy it with?

Ah well, with Boche money obviously.

And...and your wife, what have you told her?

Listen Marie! My wife, the Boches, they're my problem.

Your problem is if you want to return to a farm with your kids, and start again.

It makes me completely dependent on you.

Not at all, the farm is yours.

The papers are ready.

I wasn't talking just papers and money.

Well it's certain I'll ask terrible things.

I'll wake you up at night to ask for fresh eggs...

And I'll kiss the farmer while she milks the cows.

Modern "Right of the first night" or whatever.

You're crazy!

You've already said that. It's no use.

Schwartz guilty of murder!

That's all you have to offer me?

There's lot's of evidence to indict him.

I don't see that. You have what...a cigarette butt?

Many people smoke "Weekend".

Not as many as all that, no.

You want one, perhaps?

Yes, please.

Listen, he lies and his wife does too.

I feel it.

Sometimes the innocent lie more than the guilty. You taught me that.

I also taught you to rely on the instinct of old cops.

Yes, except this old cop has Schwartz up his nose because he works for the Germans.

That's why you want to charge him.

Yes, and that's why you want to discharge him.

Maybe, but Schwartz is an example of Franco-German Collaboration...

and attacking Schwartz is like attacking Collaboration.

Even if he killed someone?

Cabernis? I didn't know him.

And frankly, I'm not certain it was anyone.

You've damn well changed since last year, Marchetti.

Listen, it's not me that's changed, it's the country.

We're at war, at war against terrorists.

And Schwartz is one of the people who can help us win this war.

Good...what do I do with this case?

Nothing, I'll give it to someone else...someone more adaptive.

Younger with less blinkers.

And what do I do, if anything?

I don't know, we'll find you something to do. Archives for example!

Because after all, you're an archive yourself.

Where were you?

You know very well I don't like it when you ask me that question.

Yes, well I don't like it when I don't know where you are.

I went to see a guy who might replace Marcel Larcher at the factory. That's all.

Well, I have good news.

Last night at dinner at the Servier's, the talk turned to de Kervern.

I followed it all.

Rudeness, incompetence, alcoholism...

and of course I said he had importuned us on this unfortunate Cabernis story.

Nice phrasing.

Servier assured me he really would be scrapped.

That's good, OK?

I suppose so, yes.

What do you mean "I suppose so"?

You know, sometimes I get tired of keeping things to myself...

of not being able to tell the truth for once.

Tell the truth...you're crazy!

You've told me the truth.

Yes.

I want to report...

Good day Loriot.

You know when I spoke to de Kervern about punctuality, that included you too.

Sorry, I was delayed.

Another one of your conquests?

Women miss you, Loriot.

I want to report that the Headmaster, Monsieur Bériot...

was openly singing Republican songs at the school.

You'll open me up a dossier, okay?

The Headmaster is fair game.

- Good, anything else? - No.

Yes?

A woman for you at reception, high class.

She's the Mayor's wife.

Do you know her?

Vaguely, yes.

Good, go and get her for me. You three can go.

Come on, jump to it.

Madame Larcher...

Stop it!

Daniel was arrested by the Germans.

Germans, which Germans?

Heinrich Müller.

- Your lover arrested your husband. - A Feydeau farce!

He's not my lover, anyone can make mistakes, okay?

Yes, for sure.

So?

I thought perhaps you could do something to get him out.

Ah...it's not true...

Yes, maybe, yes.

I'll do whatever you want.

Why did they arrest him?

Last night Marcel went to Daniel's to see Gustave. Heinrich found out, but missed him.

And how did Heinrich know?

I could go and see Servier.

Yes, I could do that.

But...I don't see how, in honor, I could do such a thing.

I told you I'll do whatever you want.

No, not here, not now...!

Listen, Hortense, over time,

I've learned you're a woman for whom one has to pay cash.

Go on!

Daniel is the most wise, kind, intelligent, serious.

Marcel is the most stupid, stubborn, dunce.

We searched the sawmill cave, Monsieur Larcher.

You were wrong to lie to us.

Don't worry.

I won't touch you.

I promised someone.

Ah, it seems "someone" has just arrived.

Excuse me a moment.

I was surprised by your message. Just a while ago you seemed...

A moment of madness.

So you're saying there's news about Daniel.

Yes.

You can help me, in your own way, to get him out of prison.

I'd do anything.

There's nothing for you to do.

Just let it happen.

That's it.

I have a word to say to someone.

I'll leave you for a moment.

I've never told you how good you feel.

Your wife is here Monsieur Larcher.

She's always on time with me.

Where is your brother?

I don't know.

Darling!

Can you come in?

Go sit on the chair please, Hortense.

For the last time, Monsieur Larcher...

where is your brother?

I don't know.

Darling...

Go ahead if it amuses you.

No.

I warned you.

She's a hell of a woman you have there, Monsieur Larcher!

Too bad you don't know how to play with her.

You don't have the right to do that.

In the hunt for terrorists, I have every right.

I'm going to hurt you, darling.

Stop! Stop.

I'm listening.

You're holding the Mayor in detention without talking to me?

Have you gone completely mad?

Fortunately Servier informed me.

This man helped a terrorist escape.

A terrorist who killed a German officer.

You've arrested him, not his brother!

He knows where he's hiding.

You tire me Müller.

Here's confirmation of your transfer to Minsk.

Report immediately to the Staffing Office in Dijon.

Do you hear Müller?

Immediately.

Don't you understand German?

Immediately.

Inter-regional was very clear.

It's essential to find the traitors and liquidate them.

Our safety depends on it.

But who knew where Yvon was hiding?

It's not for you to ask me questions, Comrade.

You should never have followed Suzanne when she came to get you.

To save me, you mean.

You had very clear instructions to wait for Yvon.

Since Yvon was arrested he was unlikely to be able to come and pick me up.

But you didn't know that Comrade.

Party Orders were to wait, so you should have waited.

But Suzanne told me he'd been arrested!

I wasn't going to stay in my hideout and risk getting caught myself.

Yes!

It makes me wonder how Suzanne knew.

You suspect her too?

I suspect everyone.

Even Max! Even me!

Everyone.

And Yvon? You trusted him?

Yes!

He had a Petit-bourgeois side, but I trusted him.

It's to avenge him that must find the traitor, and continue Political Action.

I'll return with Max tomorrow.

There will be equipment that will need burying, until we find new hideouts.

Let's go! Until tomorrow Comrade.

Are you family?

Yes, I live here.

What happened darling?

My darling what's happening.

She's had a respiratory attack, are you related?

Yes, yes, yes. What's she had?

Doesn't she use a menthol inhaler?

Yes, yes, but she had no more left.

Docteur Larcher was bringing her some this morning.

Relax.

I'll come to see you, darling, I'll come to see you.

It's going to be fine.

I'm so glad to see you.

I no longer believed it possible.

Make me a nice coffee, Sarah.

Is Te Quiero asleep?

Do you want me to wake him up?

No, no, I'll see him tomorrow morning.

Come on, I'll take care of your arm.

It's not very pretty.

I'm going to hurt you.

Definitely!

Sorry.

There, did I hurt you?

It's okay.

You know...what happened this morning doesn't change what I said,

I'll demand a divorce.

You were going to talk, Daniel.

If Kollwitz hadn't come in, you'd have told him where Marcel is hiding. Am I wrong?

No, but I did it for you, Hortense.

Whereas you sold Marcel for someone else, it's not quite the same.

I'll make you an allowance, you only have to name the amount.

And Te Quiero?

Te Quiero...I think it's better if he stays here.

But I'm his mother!

Listen Hortense, you come and you go...it's your life, I don't judge you any more...

but for a child his age, the coming and going is no good.

Especially in view of his birth.

You can visit him...

let's say, twice a week.

You'll inform me before coming.

Or rather you'll inform Sarah.

In theory I'll be in my surgery.

...or not there.

If I don't agree?

A reduced allowance and a legal battle, I don't advise it.

As you wish. Anyway, it's not the money that counts.

It's you.

It's us.

Please, Daniel, tell me there's some hope.

It's finished Hortense.

Can I still sleep here tonight?

If you wish.

There's no one here!

Madame Morhange should be here, at least.

Are we coming back here to live then?

No. I told you we were going to the farm, are you deaf?

Marie!

I'm sorry. I was asleep.

Come in, come in, come in...

We've just come to get the sheets and small wool blanket that I left.

Your linen is in the bedroom in a beige bag.

You're looking at that?

You know, Raoul...

There are times when you try to do things...

You do your best...

and nothing works.

Then you wonder why.

You wonder why it's all screwed up.

I've got them, where's Judith?

In hospital.

She had an attack.

Serious.

I don't know if she'll come out of it.

I'm sorry.

Okay...we'll leave you.

I'll see you out.

Marie!

I was wondering. Are you still in contact with Schwartz?

Yes, why?

Nothing.

Nothing.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

The boy went to his Grandfather who was very old and very wise.

But he was very sick.

Very sick.

He gathered his last strength to put his affairs in order.

The little boy was very distressed.

After a moment he bent down to his Grandfather's ear...

- and he said... - But where is my Papa now?

I don't know, Gustave...

but he's safe. When he can, he'll call you.

But is Papa against the Boches?

Yes, somehow.

But you work with them.

Can we finish the story?

But first, I don't work with the Boches...

The Germans occupied Villeneuve, and I became Mayor of Villeneuve, that's all.

Can we finish the story?

He leaned down to his Grandfather's ear and said:

"Grandfather have you heard of the gold source"?

The Grandfather shook his head.

Do you know where it is?

Do you know where this source is, that's so hard to find?

It's in your heart.

Yes, but if you say the end before I've finished, then...

If I'd had a brother, I'd have always agreed with him.

Go on. Good night, Gustave.

Your conversation's exciting.

It's not my fault if I've nothing interesting to say.

Well tell me something uninteresting then.

This soup is good.

Really! Perhaps it's better if you say nothing.

It's not my fault if it's good.

That's for sure.

Nothing's your fault in the end!

There!

- Did you brush your teeth properly? - Yes.

Let's see.

But it's too far to the bathroom, I didn't have time.

- Go on, Gustave. - I'll be late!

Gustave!

By working together, we'll get there.

Ah, the line-up is starting.

Male or female patient?

Male patient.

Female patient, believe me.

- Good day Messieurs. - Monsieur le Maire.

Is a Sarah Mayé here?

Meyer, yes.

In fact...she needs to come with us.

But why?

I really don't know Monsieur le Maire...

but I think there's a problem with...isn't she Jewish?

So?

I'm the Mayor, she works here...I don't understand.

I'm only following orders, Monsieur,

I believe there's a problem with her identity...

her nationality.

Yes I told you Docteur...

Don't worry Sarah, I'll call Sous-Préfet Servier...he'll fix it.

It's him who sent us Monsieur le Maire.

Docteur Larcher.

What is this crap?

This crap, as you put it, is the farewell gift of Heinrich Müller.

Before leaving last night,

he wrote a note canceling Mademoiselle Meyer's protection

But as I understand it, you had her arrested, not him.

I'm doing it to prevent the Germans doing so.

I don't follow you!

- The parents of your little protégée... - Oh spare me that, please.

In short, they were Czech, and Czechoslovakia hasn't existed since 1939.

Thus they're stateless.

But she's French!

Strictly, no.

During their visit to Brussels the parents, who are missing...

didn't fill in the documents properly.

So the request for Mademoiselle Meyer's French naturalization is invalid.

She is Czech...so Stateless.

The German judge ordered her placement in detention last night, in a German prison.

Fortunately, I knew about it, and I used the law of October 1940...

which allows us to administratively intern all foreign or stateless Jews.

But since you had her arrested, you can release her.

No, If I release her the Germans will pick her up, Larcher.

No, no, for now, it's better if she goes to a reception camp...

so we don't make any waves.

- Where is the camp? - At Pithiviers.

Beaune la Rolande. Not paradise, but not terrible.

And then, she'll be with...

others like her.

That was the world news with Henri Henslau. And now on Radio Paris...

...to relax there's nothing like a bit of dance music.

Uncle?

What did Sarah do?

She didn't do anything.

Well then, why did they arrest her?

Well, it's because she's Jewish and...

It's too long to explain, Gustave.

Oh!

But what are we going to do?

To get her out?

No, to look after Te Quiero.

...to feed him. You can't feed him.

We'll find a replacement until she returns.

Go on, do your homework...

and work hard.

Listen, frankly, as Sarah isn't here, it would be best if I took care of Te Quiero.

A baby minder is probably not hard to find just now.

Daniel, Te Quiero loves me.

And I love him, you can't dispute that.

No.

I understand you want us to separate.

I want to divorce.

That you want a divorce.

And I accept that.

But that's not a reason for not doing what's best for Te Quiero.

That's true.

Then let me move into the green bedroom and I'll live here until Sarah returns.

You told me it was matter of several weeks!

I don't know.

Daniel, you think too much...I accept the divorce.

Now all that matters is Te Quiero's welfare.

- Comrade. - Comrade.

Glad to see you.

Me too, Comrade.

What's in the box?

Leaflets, newspapers, stencils, ink...

As soon as possible, you and Suzanne go and put it in a safe place.

Here?

It's full of small crevices, you'll find one to hide it without a problem.

And if you don't find one there are two shovels in the car.

What will you lot be doing while us poor workers dig?

We have a meeting point with Inter-regional. We're late.

Otherwise, obviously, we'd help you.

I was joking.

It's good that women participate.

About the meeting point with the Inter-regional, I want a couple of words with Paul.

Everything concerning Inter-regional is confidential.

I have no wish to meddle with your secrets.

I'll move away a bit, call me when you're done.

I've completed my investigation, Comrade.

You mean on the guy who betrayed Yvon?

It's her.

What?

I followed her last night, she went to meet a cop.

A certain Loriot.

She's also the only one who knew you were going to your brother's.

The conclusion's simple.

She betrayed Yvon.

She tried to betray you.

She'll betray us all at the first opportunity.

But wait...

She took a risk for us at the Essarts Mairie...

And when she came to look for me in the cellar?

Classic tactics of a snitch.

Comrade.

It's you who brought us Suzanne...

it's up to you to solve the problem.

There are three bullets.