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- Oh! Hello, doc. - Hello.

- Am I late? - No, you're the first, as always.

- Can I bring my bike in? - Please do.

I've already had two stolen.

- Watch out for my eggs. - Your eggs?

The real ones, that break.

Your wife likes souffl�s, right?

You can't imagine the pleasure you're going to give her.

CHAMPAGNE FOR SAVAGES

Sophie, the doctor has arrived.

Ah! Hello, doc!

Hello, Sophie. How are you?

I'm fine, I'm fine.

Like a poor girl who will soon be 22 years old.

- I would've been told that a year ago... - You haven't dressed yet?

I'm waiting for Fran�oise to bring me my dress. Provided it's ready.

So, doc, what happened to Madeleine?

She's a bit wobbly. She stays at home.

Oh, you know, if you are well covered...

In a city like this, a doctor's wife can't afford to be sick.

People are so suspicious.

I had a hard time getting over from her lung congestion.

Do you remember? My customers were leaving from all sides.

Well, I may make lots of spelling mistakes,

that doesn't stop Victor from selling books.

Well, I'm going to call Mado.

- Good idea. - Give her a kiss for me.

Say...

I found this for Sophie. It's real silk.

Well, I'll be darned! I had the same idea.

Oh, no. She'll be disappointed.

A woman can never have enough silk stockings,

especially when you can't find them anymore.

- Who did you get them from? - The butcher.

He couldn't find me any more bismuth.

So? What about you? Yours?

From a German officer,

who sneaks in to buy from me American novels.

They make a bizarre black market.

Don't start criticizing them.

I'm just saying they're black-marketing. I don't criticize them.

Going upstairs? I'm going to the basement.

Did you hear the radio?

The Germans took again 1044741 prisoners in Russia.

The Marshal will be happy. The Bolsheviks, finished.

Hitler vacuums.

Oh no, listen. Tonight, no politics.

What does the radio say?

One could say that you have been spoiled by democracy.

Ah! Fran�oise. Good evening.

I hurried, I've just finished Sophie's dress.

I'm going to the cellar.

- Will you reassure her? - Yes.

All I've heard since this morning is:

"I wish my dress was ready."

- I hope it fits. - Oh, woe.

Is anyone there?

What is it?

- Sir, please. - But this is...

Mr Stern, what are you doing here?

The Germans came to my house. I was turned in.

I was able to flee through the courtyard.

I beg you, don't say anything.

Don't tell anyone.

I wanted to go up to ask you to hide me until tomorrow morning.

And in the last moment, I didn't dare.

At my place? But why at my place?

- We only know each other by sight. - At such times...

Yes, of course, but...

Let me stay here just until tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow morning, I'll manage.

You're not going to report me?

Don't stay there.

Come with me. Come on.

Follow me.

Come in quickly.

Slowly. I have guests.

Come.

Get in there.

And don't make any noise.

- I will never forget... - It's okay, it's okay. I'm used to it.

You're lucky.

Yesterday, the place was taken.

An agent of the Intelligence Service. But shhh.

- An agent? - Yes. Parachuted in.

Just between us, who gave you the tip?

- The tip? - To contact me.

No one. By chance. I didn't think, I was in a panic.

Well, I prefer that.

Try to sleep. Tomorrow morning we'll see. Good evening.

Thanks again.

You're welcome.

I hope my souffl� doesn't imitate your English friends

and deflate at the last moment.

Why? Because they asked for a truce?

Oh no! They didn't even have the courage.

Yes. Because it takes courage, to admit defeat.

Those cowardly Englishmen who persist in fighting?

If they fight, it's because they benefit from it.

In the meantime, my little friend, 1,044,741 prisoners in Russia.

Doc, no politics.

1,044,741 prisoners, this is not politics.

It's accounting.

No, it's propaganda.

- Hey, what's wrong with you? - What's the matter?

Come and see. Come to the light.

Oh, dear! Open your mouth.

- Is this a joke? - Open your mouth!

Stick out your tongue. Do you mind?

- Vivi, come here! - Yes, just a second.

Oh dear! It's not a pretty sight.

Your tongue is full. Loaded with fake news.

Watch out tonight!

No excess, no politics. It could play a nasty trick on you.

You almost made me ruin my souffl�.

By the way, where did you find these eggs?

Through relationship. Yes, I know a chicken.

- Very funny. I'll put it back. - You have to have eggs for that.

Vivi, won't you come and see my dress?

Well, Vivi, aren't you coming to see Soso's dress?

- Vivi, do you like it? - Very nice. Bravo, Fran�oise.

How you said it! You don't seem to be very excited.

I think it's gorgeous. Are you happy?

Still, for a war dress.

You forget that we're under occupation?

Under the heel, under the heel, under the heel

We're turned in, we don't care

Oh, sorry. I wasn't thinking anymore.

Any news about Gaston? Still a prisoner?

"Still a prisoner"? What a question!

What? He could have escaped.

I would have told you.

Anyway, even if he returns, it doesn't change a thing.

We had decided to get a divorce.

- It could have been arranged. - You think!

- He had started to move out. - I didn't know that.

I don't blame him. We got married too quickly.

- The errors have accumulated. - Still, do you write to each other?

He receives his parcels every 15 days. It's included in the armistice.

You hear that, Vivi? She's irreproachable.

Me, when I get divorced...

- Hey, you! - You're right.

We love each other, I forgot.

- There is something here. - Yes. I'll tighten it at the waist.

I'll be two minutes.

Vivi, do you know what the doc brought me?

A pair of silk stockings for your little one's legs.

- No! The door. - What?

Close the door!

Why?

- You know Stern, the old furrier. - Yes, so?

The Gestapo came to arrest him.

I'm not surprised, he's Jewish.

- Do you think this is normal? - No, I just explain it to you.

- He didn't expect it. He left. - Well done for them.

He came to take refuge here, I found him in the cellar.

- I hid him in the storeroom. - The storeroom? Don't tell me.

- What's so funny? - Like this, in the storeroom?

With no doubt your latest invention, your Intelligence Service agent.

Naturally, you offered him one of the cigars

Churchill sent you by parachute.

Say, my foot.

- Fran�oise, you know what he says? - What does he say?

Nothing, just nonsense!

You want us to be shot, don't you? I swear it's true.

Did you say in the storeroom?

- That's right. - We'll see about that.

- Liar! - Sophie...

- You big liar! - Sophie!

Sophie!

You, up there! Lights!

- Damn, the passive defence! - Turn off your lights!

Oh dear! Fortunately I'm here.

Oh, crap.

Doc, go and open up.

Ah, here you are.

- Good evening. - We're not late?

- You're right on time. - That's the way to put it.

Don't mind me. My dress is not not quite ready.

- Has it just started? - But, hey...

- Is it a curtain call? - What's going on?

Nothing. Sophie shows us her 22 years.

- Very nice, in fact. - Ah.

No, but come on! Will you come down right away?

Oh, they've seen more, when we went to the pool.

It's a place for such things.

"A place for these things"? How manic you are!

Now? Before we sit down to eat!

So what will you do at the dessert?

Have you never seen me in my underwear?

I did. But them?

- Between friends, we hide nothing. - It's a point of view.

But a very charming point of view.

"The dearest was naked, and, knowing my heart,

"She had only kept her sound jewels."

You are exaggerating.

It's not true, Jean-Louis. She's not naked, she's in underwear.

Whether she's naked or in underwear,

she is what I imagine her to be.

Is it? How do you imagine her?

You're too curious.

That, my friend, is my private life, my own personal cinema.

Ah, The Mysteries of Sophie. Forbidden to children.

What the hell is the censorship doing?

For me, she'll always be 20 years old, as the last time I saw her.

There will be someone for whom I will not grow old.

It's nice. Ah. Finally.

Here it is, your dress.

Excuse me for receiving you in this outfit.

Why don't you take off your jacket? Don't you have anything underneath?

- Hey! Just a minute! - Oh...

- Oh, sugar! - Sugar!

I was the victim of a bribery attempt by one of my students.

Consenting victim, of course!

And resigned. Yes, doc, I sacrificed myself.

I have improved the report card of this young calf

to improve your ordinary life.

Well done!

If the university allows itself to be corrupted...

this is the crisis in education.

And that's not all, Dr. M'abuse.

Premium brandy. Pre-war alcohol.

Uncork it for us.

And this is why France has a sick liver.

It is not in Vichy that it will recover.

Don't talk nonsense. The alcohol of defeat.

The premium brandy that lost us.

That lost us? It's signed "Napol�on".

Have you seen my dress? Designed by Fran�oise.

- How do you like it? - Sensational.

For Fran�oise's dress, hip hip hip...

Hurray!

It's very nice. A little bird told me so.

Look, Sophie. Catch!

Oh! Real soap. Fran�oise, smell.

- That's great. - Thanks. You're a real sweetheart.

It's nothing, dear. I have good students.

Sophie, I too have something for you. Guess what it is!

Can you eat it? Can you drink it?

- Don't look, you won't find it. - Wait, wait.

A pair of silk stockings? Oh no, silk stockings.

Oh, no! It's Claude who told you.

No, but I needed them so badly! Only you could have such ideas.

You're so cool.

And now let's forget what divides us, let's think only of what unites us.

Very original.

What unites us is Sophie's 22nd birthday.

Here's to friendship.

- To friendship. - Excellent formula. To friendship.

We could still have waited for Madeleine.

You're sweet, but she can't come.

A little trouble with his bronchi.

So, here's to Madeleine's health.

Instead, your Germans are doing wonderfully well.

- And in Russia... - Doc!

Doc, no politics.

Russia is being wiped off the world map and we can't talk about it?

- Attention... - Shh. Be quiet.

This news is totally unfounded...

But this is England! So what, this is not politics?

On the sea.

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Well, what? Go and open the door. We'll see.

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"Heil", Churchill!

I got you good, dummy.

That's clever. Very clever!

Admit that you didn't expect to see me, did you?

Especially since you forgot to invite me. That'll teach you.

I thought you were in Paris.

Come on! Tuesday, before I left, you could have reminded me

that today was your wife's birthday.

Fortunately, I have the memory of the heart: a diary.

Don't make that face!

Ich bin nicht Deutsch! Ich bin Franz�se!

Ich bin sehr gut, mein liebe Victor!

Don't you see?! This is not a joke to make right now.

On the contrary. Now or never!

After the war, it won't make sense.

Got to find something else!

For good taste, come back for more!

What did you say? Ask your uncle to forgive you. A kiss right away.

Oh no, not at all.

Ask for forgiveness? It's the world turned upside down!

- What nerve! - Hurry up, give me a kiss right now.

What are you doing? Are you crazy?

- What was I saying? - It was tonton. I should've known.

Do you realize? I almost had jaundice.

As to this, my dear... Good evening, doctor.

- Hello. - If your husband...

- Good evening. - Good evening.

If your husband had invited me like everyone else...

But on Tuesday, before I leave for Paris...

Good evening, Jean-Louis.

The gentleman chose not to...

Last Tuesday I didn't know yet, with the supply difficulties.

Supply difficulties? What about the black market?

Don't tell him. He thinks it's amoral.

Amoral? But if you don't take advantage of the war to learn to live,

you won't make old bones.

Me, the black market, I'm for it.

- I have always been a non-conformist. - Non-conformist? You?

Yes, and anti freeloaders. And I prove it. Here you go.

This is a duck terrine that asks nothing of anyone.

Black market, excuse me. Smell this.

- My children, my children... - Beware, it'll fly away!

Sophie, it's not over yet.

My paupiette, do you mind?

Fran�oise, put on some music, it'll be more fun.

Hey, oh! Lyon sausage!

Two kilos of coffee. Black market, excuse me.

No, trust me, you can set my place.

Professor, what about this? And this? And this?

- Guerlain. - Non! Livarot.

And then, le bouquet� Sophie, come and look.

I'm coming!

- A Jeroboam champagne of 1937. - No!

Black market, excuse me.

What I like most in the world!

Less than me, I hope.

And now, for the 22nd spring of my little primrose,

22 pairs of stockings.

22 pairs? Do you think I'm a centipede?

- I have to give you a kiss. - So the red kiss.

Thank you!

And here, Fran�oise, for you, on account of your next birthday:

- 2 pairs of stockings. - Oh, but he is Santa Claus!

Never mind! I don't wait for the dessert. A kiss per stocking.

One kiss per stocking. 1, 2, 3, 4.

Gratitude of the legs.

Oh, you know, I have no credit. I just made a deal.

I sold them 2 tons of fry pans.

- To whom? - To them.

And 25 tons of shoe polish.

Say, tonton, you're polishing their boots?

No, sir, I exploit them. It's not the same thing.

And no mercy. I don't spare them a penny.

Well, it's tough.

Contexts are hard. Tough.

There are times, I feel like giving all up.

But I tell to myself that I have no right.

- And I keep it on. - Well done, tonton.

You are a brave man.

Yes, yes. Come on, come on, you can joke.

Thank you.

Nevertheless, every day I fight against them.

Do you think it's fun for me to go every week

to the buying office, Otto's office?

In business, there are no friends.

The war goes on, and I'm fighting it. On my own.

What do you want? One has to live. One has to eat.

The longer the war goes on, I don't know, the hungrier I get.

My body is... It's true, very demanding...

Sometimes I envy people who can do without,

small natures, wasp-like sizes...

Children, children, to the table! my souffl� will soon be ready.

- Let's start with the terrine. - Then let's not waste time.

How do we sit at the table?

- As one wishes. - Jean-Louis will stay there.

I'll stay here.

Fran�oise, on my left. Sophie, on my right.

The others, as you wish. It doesn't matter.

Claude, the terrine. Quickly.

- That's it! - I'll cut this. I'm used to it.

Slowly. Come here, come here, plates!

Gentlemen, your bread tickets.

- 200 grams each? - Of course.

- I'm paying for you. - No, I have my tickets.

Not at all! Keep your bread tickets.

Here you go. Bread card, fat card...

Here, Fran�oise.

Black market. Excuse me, Victor.

- Don't you have meat cards? - Yes, I do. Here you go.

Black market. Excuse me, Victor.

Vivi, look!

- They're not fake, are they? - You hear him?

He's willing to cheat, but honestly, with real cards.

Tartuffe, all right!

But if they were fake...

No, they are not fake, they are stolen.

This way, your honour is safe.

- I like that better. Do you want some? - Yes.

And this is for Victor.

- Victor... - Oh, that duck!

Look, it's worth a minute of silence.

It's good, isn't it?

Did you hear that?

Of course we heard. Wait, don't open it.

Wait until I turn off the light.

Close it. Come on, close it.

It's not the time to show off.

Still, war... I'm against it.

We are not meant to kill each other, without even having met us.

- What was it? - An attack.

- Any victim? - I think there's a deceased

and one seriously injured.

Nice birthday present.

Come on, Fran�oise, don't be cruel,

don't be angry on the victorious enemy.

- Where are you going? - Allow me,

there's a casualty, I'll see what I can do for him.

- You have constancy. - He is a human being.

Don't do anything stupid, pal!

Don't get involved, believe me. Go and sit down.

I was once a witness for a car accident on the road to Deauville,

and I had nothing but trouble.

All because I listened to my heart, as usual.

- You have a good ear. - I listen to myself too much.

Excuse me. I'm not feeling very well.

No, stay, I don't need you.

Do you hear that?

An ambulance, probably.

A funny noise, for an ambulance.

You have to admit that it takes a lot of courage

to risk his life by killing a German in the street.

Courage? You call that courage? You're not picky.

Exactly, courage. And a strange coolness.

On the front, when I shot down my first German, a colonel...

Well, last time he was only a warrant officer.

He must have been promoted.

Or he will have been appointed posthumously.

- And they didn't decorate you? - I was nominated.

But the general was killed as he was about to sign my citation.

And there was no more ink in his pen.

- Idiot. - In fact, the unknown soldier is you.

You campaigned nowhere.

- Nowhere? - Nowhere!

Was I conscripted or not? Everyone saw me in uniform!

You never left the city.

What? But I was almost to be wounded in the forehead and leg!

Oh, what the hell! I'm so stupid.

It's enough to open my mouth and... I'm never believed.

Oh, never.

So what is the point of telling the truth? In war, it would be restricted.

- It is such a perishable commodity. - Ah!

- Well, Sophie? - It's much better.

The house is closed.

- In my opinion... - Ssh!

So what, you don't say anything anymore?

These gentlemen...

Hey, Sophie, it would be nicer, right?

"Nicer"...

Good evening, Mr Bachelin!

I am not coming today to buy books from you.

Two of our officers were shot down under your windows.

They are dead, and assassins are on the run

while the witnesses to the attack haven't made any move

to cooperate in their arrest.

I didn't see anything. I was here with friends.

My regrets.

I need 20 hostages. It's not expensive.

If the culprits are not immediately found,

the 20 hostages will be executed.

But that's not possible. You know me.

How many flats in this building?

Five.

Well, I take two hostages per flat.

And the other 10, in the house next door.

But... but, Captain, we didn't move from here.

We were celebrating my wife's birthday.

You know each other.

You saw it, when you came to buy

The announcement to Marie.

Sophie, do you remember? Captain Kaubach.

Yes, perhaps.

Er... Yes. Very, very good.

Happy birthday, ma'am.

Oh... He's blind.

Ah. The war?

Yes, the war.

The war...

You were wrong to declare it.

Stay seated.

It wasn't an order.

The advance of the Reich troops continues.

And the number of prisoners is increasing by the hour.

Francis Mangicol.

You don't know me, but I know you.

I have often heard about you.

We have mutual friends.

Please sit down.

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Do you also speak English?

- English? - Yes, English.

- Why English? - I'm asking you.

Yes, I used to speak English, with German friends.

So if I were a British officer at the moment,

you'd speak English to me, right?

But you are not an English officer, fortunately for us,

and for him. An Englishman would never dare to come here.

Oh, you mustn't swear to anything.

The English are capable of anything.

- Captain, do me the pleasure. - Thank you.

And now, let's have a look at my hostages.

Hostages? Captain, you're... you're...

Shut up!

1.

2.

4.

5.

6.

7.

3.

I only have... How do you say?

the embarrassment of choice.

You, you,

him, you.

But in fact, Captain, we are not terrorists.

On the contrary, without wishing to flatter us...

That's the truth, Captain.

There are even some of us who, far from being hostile to you,

have always sympathised with you.

Yes. And I have the courage to say so,

"Sympathised' with a capital 'S'.

Like SS.

So you disapprove these attacks?

Better still, I condemn them. And even with both hands.

You admit that it is my duty to ensure the safety of our troops?

Yes, it's obvious.

To make an example? To punish the guilty and their accomplices?

Yes, of course.

Or, failing them, the populations jointly responsible,

populations of which you are a part?

And more specifically the inhabitants of this street

and of this house,

in front of which the crime was committed?

But I don't live here. I live 20 minutes away, over the bridge.

I don't live here either.

I came to say hello to my niece.

I wasn't even invited.

It is enough for me that you were here during the attack.

But... I was in the kitchen.

I give you my word of honour that...

- Finally, Fran�oise! - I have nothing to give.

You are lucky, all of you,

that I know a little Mr. Bachelin

and that our relations been always correct.

Come on, I won't spoil your birthday dinner.

I won't be a troublemaker.

Sit down. Carry on.

Continue.

I do not want to be neither ruthless nor unjust

by designating among you two hostages at random.

Captain, I knew that.

You are a true gentleman.

Er... a real burgrave.

I might make some fatal mistake.

You are all friends, you know well each other.

I therefore leave it to you to choose for yourselves

my two hostages.

- Choose? - How, ourselves?

Yes. You are more qualified than me,

a passing tourist.

I trust you.

No, but... Captain!

I'll be back later for my two prisoners.

Your fate is in your hands. Enjoy your meal.

Now you have something to talk about.

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Well, that's cheerful.

What nerve!

The word is not too strong.

What are we going to do?

But what are we going to do?

- Say something! - What do you want me to say?

Do you want us to give two hostages among us? And then what?

We are doomed, we know each other too well.

This is out of question.

Well yes, precisely, that�s all it�s about.

Let's not fool ourselves, we won't get out of this with red herrings.

Unless... we find a scheme.

- We are in a strange situation. - In a dramatic situation.

Let's say delicate.

Interesting, but delicate.

Something is happening to us, there's no doubt about it.

We are concerned.

No offence intended.

That's the least we can say.

- What? - What? Nothing.

Ah, I thought...

My poor little bunny...

I know how the little rabbits end up: as ragout.

Maybe it will work out.

Maybe he'll change his mind.

One never knows.

By reasoning with him...

I don't believe in miracles. No.

Logically, we should be able to get away with it.

I don't know how yet, but...

Thinking about it, a trick...

- As long as there's life... - As long as there's hope, there's life.

Quiet, quiet.

I think I have an idea.

No�

- Oh no, it's not possible. - What a shame.

What the hell! I've had it up to here!

Let's look at ourselves. It's pathetic.

We rack our brains

on the basis that this fellow had this whim to make us...

Oh, no, no! It's not worth it.

He's not. But we are.

In any case, I don't want to die for anyone.

Nor that they die for me.

- We're all there. - We're not heroes, alas,

but reasonable and reasoning people.

When he comes back, we'll have to tell him something, right?

- How will we look? - Like cowards.

- We'll be ridiculous. - It's he who will be ridiculous.

He imagined that we would participate in our murder.

Not at all. I'm sorry, I'm not collaborating.

The roles are reversed.

It's up to him to take his responsibilities.

You want dead people? Choose them yourself.

And since everything has to be paid for, we can later on

hold him accountable.

Yes. Well, those who survive.

Believe me, it's the only way to go.

Now let's talk about something else.

Happy birthday, Sophie. Well, give me a hug.

Well, you, then...

Come on, everyone to the table. And let's keep the party going!

Come to the table!

Well, don't make those faces.

Imagine you are in the Conciergerie during the Terror.

They were very cheerful, the people on death row.

Come on, doc. Go get your souffl�. Go on, go on.

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Are you sure that all the tenants are in their apartments?

How should I know?

Do you realize if any was missing?

And Stern in the closet. What if they did a search?

Don't make jokes.

If they find him, they'll shoot us all.

If they find someone hidden here? They are strong.

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They took the little Fabiens with them.

They had just got married.

I don't want to die. I don't want to die.

Sophie, Sophie, my darling...

Are they going to close that door? We're not at home anymore!

Fran�oise!

Let me close that door!

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You brute! We'll bury you all! No flowers or wreaths!

[in German]

Understood? Bang, bang!

What did he say?

Well, what did he say?

Well, he said, "Bang, bang!"

This is military thinking.

It was important not to upset him.

These petty natures... You have to be gentle with them, haven't you?

No, but you shouldn't get upset. Especially between enemies.

You are not alone in the world. Think of us too.

Put yourself in their shoes. Two of their own were killed, so...

Perhaps you want me to go and apologise to them?

What a short fuse can you have.

Stay as you are, Fran�oise. That's how we love you.

Thank you.

Doesn't anyone here know anyone in the Gestapo?

You think highly of us.

- I'm trying to find out. - Are you unconscious?

No. Why unconscious?

People know people in the Gestapo and do not die.

On the contrary.

If any of us knew someone in the Gestapo,

he could do us a favour.

When your life is at stake, all moves are allowed.

If you were drowning and a rescuer came along,

you wouldn't ask him for his ID.

In those moments, Gestapo or not, we're not being picky.

I would rather lose my life than save it like this.

My little Fran�oise, you are completely stupid.

Don't make me believe that you don't value life.

I'm not ashamed to say it. I love life. I love it.

I'm crazy about life. I don't know what I would do without it.

- You'll do anything. - Almost.

And you too, and he too, and she.

Except that I admit it.

No, seriously, you don't know anyone in the Gestapo?

If I were you, I wouldn't insist.

If you knew someone, you,

in the Gestapo... well...

- What would you do? - What would I do?

Yes.

Well...

I would phone him, I would explain the situation.

And you think he would do something for us?

Yes, since he would be my friend.

In fact, what do they want? Two hostages? So what?

We could give them satisfaction by suggesting that they look elsewhere.

There must be spare hostages, right?

But what are you saying?

What I'm saying... what I'm saying...

What would it matter to you, to be replaced by a stranger?

But what about you? Could you live with a dead body on your conscience?

Sincerely, hand on heart,

I would rather have a corpse on my conscience

than to be a corpse on someone else's conscience.

It defends itself very well.

No, my children, let's be logical. Let's see.

If you're not chosen, you'll not die.

However, two of your friends will be chosen.

I suggest you strangers, the gentleman who passes by.

Have I ever cared about the man who passes by?

When I see a funeral, do I cry like a calf?

Come on, doc. Say it, the name of your friend in the Gestapo.

Alas, I don't have any friends in this field.

"Alas". You can say that again. Alas.

I know someone, but not from the Gestapo, alas.

If I could have foreseen...

No, he is a colonel from the Otto office,

the purchasing office.

Hello?

Pass me the 454, please.

4, 5, 4.

4 + 5 = 9, plus 4, 13. Do we have a chance?

Yes?

Hello? Hello?

[in German]

Francis Mangicol.

Himself. Yes.

Thank you. She goes to see if he's there.

He is a charming, understanding, cultured man.

The true European. Yes, hello?

Ah.

And when will he be back?

Listen, be kind

and ask him to call me back

at 432.

[in German]

Francis Mangicol.

Thank you.

It's getting serious.

Europe is not responding? Too bad. Hey, where are you going?

To the restroom.

He's a funny guy, your uncle.

- He is talking nonsense. - In any case, he has ideas.

- Maybe he'll find something. - At the Gestapo.

I don't see in the name of what principle we would not appeal

to randomly met Germans.

"Randomly met"... Charming euphemism.

What is this bias?

One day we'll reconcile with them.

Let's make the most of it while we have them at hand.

It's true that if they went back home, to make them come back...

And you, Victor? You who sell them books.

- I know one person. - Couldn't you say so?

You're stupid. You saw him, it's Kaubach.

And he wants us to be shot.

As for me, I have no relations abroad.

- No friends among our enemies. - This is regrettable.

An enemy is often a sleeping friend.

Just as a friend is sometimes a dozing enemy.

- And you? You, Jean-Louis? - No. No, I don't know any.

The last one I saw

was 100 metres away from me in my line of fire, and...

- He can't do anything for us. - Yes.

Well, I'm not like you. I don't shy away.

I do not deny my friendships.

So, let's see, Colonel Stoch... Ah, here he is.

I treated his wife last year. I was called in urgently.

An exquisite woman.

Hello?

Hello, give me 54.

A delightful man. Here's one who loves France.

Hello? I would like to speak to Colonel Stoch. This is Dr. Marsillach.

Yes.

He's there.

Hello, Colonel?

Hello, Colonel.

This is doc...

This is Dr. Marsillach.

Excuse me for calling you. This is an emergency.

How is your lovely wife,

that I have had so much pleasure in treating?

What?

Oh, no!

Oh, let me... Let me show you all my sympathy.

Oh, I'm so sorry...

But how did this happen?

Gosh, that's...

Good-bye, Colonel.

I had taken good care of her.

She will have died as a result of her recovery.

We'll have to find something else. It's bad luck.

For us, surely.

- When did she die? - Four months ago.

Oh! He is no longer in pain.

Call him back! You hung up without thinking!

4 months, the prescription has expired.

Children, I have an idea. I'll go and find him.

We express ourselves better in the flesh than by phone.

Physical presence...

- They won't let you out. - I have an Ausweis.

And then I'm sure he'll pull us out from here in memory of his wife.

Germans are so sentimental.

No, no, no! You're not going to leave like that.

Don't worry about me. I'm covered enough.

Besides, our lives are worth a cold.

It's not that. What if you don't come back?

- You don't trust me? - No, I don't.

It's in your best interest to leave us here

and disappear into thin air.

He can't do that to us.

Oh yes. If you were in his shoes, with a pass? No?

Of course.

But if his colonel could help us, he'll have no reason not to return.

Provided that he really goes to the colonel.

To hear that! I'd rather go away.

Hey, oh! Don't tell me about dignity!

But you know me! Claude! Victor!

I, doctor, I think you're honest-minding

and that you'll come back.

I could be wrong.

I think you won't come back, but I could be wrong too.

I think they won't let you out.

I don't think I'm wrong.

See you soon.

He won't come back.

[in German]

I am needed. Ich bin doctor.

[in German]

I'll talk to your boss!

He didn't let me out. What can we do?

I have to get out.

Listen to me. I have an idea. The window. Why not?

If you want to save our lives, I only see this way.

Yes, you're right.

No, not that way. You'll be spotted. Go through the courtyard.

Naturally. What was I thinking?

What? Earlier you wouldn't let him go, and now...

Now... he's our guinea pig, you idiot.

This is a risk to be taken.

They shoot him, they don't shoot him...

Think about it. If he could get through, why can't we?

What do you want me to say? You have no sensibility.

- Be careful! - Doc, don't do that!

- You'll get caught. - You're crazy to let him go.

If that makes him happy. Good luck, old chap.

It seems to be going well.

[in German]

That's it. It's not working.

Oh...

Oh, poor doctor.

This is our fault.

We should have been stopped him.

- He wasn't a bad guy. - Poor Madeleine...

How are we going to to tell him about this?

It's fun.

Now there are only six of us left.

Is that all you have to say?

Compliments. Friends like you...

But, according to you, tonton,

logically, he should count as a hostage.

Ah, you don't say.

And since I was the one who had the idea of the window...

Yes, it's you. So?

Well, I provided them my hostage. I don't owe them anything.

Ask for a receipt for the balance of your account.

We're not going to write it off.

For once a dead man can serve a purpose.

No, honestly...

Honestly, there are only five of you left.

- If you say so. - Come in! And quickly!

Don't do it again.

Why did you let him go?

He had no chance to escape. All the exits are guarded.

Children.

You are all children.

So,

you haven't decided yet?

No.

We have not yet chosen yet.

We have decided to let you have this pleasure.

"Decided'? You are not free to decide.

The only freedom you have left is the freedom of choice.

Unless there are volunteers among you.

We reject volunteers.

But it is an honour, to sacrifice yourself for your comrades, isn't it?

It is...

I give you until 9.45 pm.

Take all your time.

9.45 pm.

Draw lots, why not?

To the short straw,

names in a hat,

by weight.

The lighter ones, or the heavier ones.

Two.

I need 2 out of 7.

Right. To talk about serious matters, Mr Bachelin,

do you have the book I ordered from you 15 days ago,

Heidegger, by Steinberger?

Yes. It's good timing, I found it.

You can give it to me now, before you're chosen as a hostage.

- It depends on your friends. - I'll get it for you.

I really like libraries.

I am a bit like your Montaigne, my dear friend.

- Do you allow me? - Make yourself at home.

9.45 pm.

Listen, doc, we're really glad that you got off so lightly.

Oh yes, that's good then.

Here, drink this. It will make you feel better.

It was a close call. A little more, and I would have stayed there.

They are nice, but...

- They're your friends, right? - Yes, but they don't know it yet.

It is essential to try to get out of here. But how?

"Choose"... It's easy to say, choose.

Choose? Oh no! I don't even want to think about it!

I know what it is like to have been shot!

I will not be shot twice! Anything but that!

I don't want to die by mistake! I have a wife!

And she cares for my life!

There are times when you are glad to be blind

and you want to be deaf.

- So? - Hush!

- Nothing. - But, finally, why us?

You are tenants. I have nothing to do with it.

- Do I have anything to do with it? - No, but still...

- Still, what? - Yes, still...

You're not a total stranger. The attack was on your street.

It was all around you and you were at the centre.

Listen to him! He would send us to the stake if he were in his place!

- What is it? - It's the table mat.

Be kind and stop it.

Stop it, stop it... Easy to say. It's stuck.

Oh, the victory song! As if it were the moment!

- Give me that. - What a brute! He's totally nuts!

Don't call it madness, France reminds us of our good memory.

OK. This way, it'll leave us alone.

In fact, where were we?

If I remember correctly, you didn't want to die by a bullet.

Oh no! Not by a bullet nor otherwise.

No. It's absolutely necessary to find something.

Something...

Yes, we need to find...

Something.

If only Friederich would call me...

He has enormous influence.

I made him win a lot of money, and if he loses, he loses big, yes.

Big.

Oh, I feel like I'm... dreaming.

Really, dreaming! Give me your matches.

A nightmare!

A nightmare, yes... It's not possible. I'm going to wake up!

When I sleep, unfortunately, I never dream.

Now I'm sure I'm awake. It's not pleasant.

Can you smell anything?

My rug! My rug! You set fire to my rug!

- But you're crazy! - It's the only way to escape.

But this is madness! I'm not insured!

- For God's sake, doc... - Leave it alone! Leave it, I tell you!

A fire starts, the fire brigade rushes in, and in the panic...

It's Friedrich, I'm sure.

Hello?

[in German]

It's the colonel.

[in German]

Really, you are a lifesaver. I am in a dramatic situation.

Imagine that monsters have murdered

two of your brave officers in the street,

and they want to take me as a hostage.

Can you believe it? Although you know my feelings.

Yes. His name is Kaubach.

Kaubach, yes. Go get him, Victor.

We're going to get him, Colonel.

Really, I won't forget what you're doing.

At my niece's, yes.

Oh, well... think: I, who collaborated long before the war.

Frankly, it wouldn't be fair.

Ah! Here is Captain Kaubach.

- It's a mutual friend. - Ja!

[in German]

[in German]

[in German]

[in German]

[in German]

An emergency fire.

I thought the French more ingenious.

I am the only one who speaks German. I will speak for you.

Captain, may I?

[in German]

[in German]

Go on.

[in German]

Go on.

Ich bin sehr... coop�ratif.

And I am ready to contribute to the arrest of the terrorist.

A small anonymous award between you and me,

with a supplement for your good works.

Interesting.

No, please note, I can't influence you.

I don't count.

But if I was taken as a hostage and shot,

it would be a shame.

You would lose a friend. A real one.

So? You don't have any names to give me?

Don't you want to give me two names?

I have already told you. It is your job, not ours.

Beware!

If you recuse yourself, I'll be forced to arrest you all.

I'm not a barbarian.

I'm not asking you to sacrifice two of your own,

but on the contrary, to save five.

Five who will owe their lives to the other two.

I'm offering you a nice role, aren't I?

At 9.45 pm.

You know,

it's rather the idea of choice

than the choice itself which is unpleasant.

[in Latin]

- As Seneca said. - Oh, no!

No, not Seneca. Quintilian.

No, sir. Not Quintilian. Seneca.

I am a doctor of philosophy. And when I say Seneca...

You're confusing it with Quintilian.

I'm a philosophy teacher myself, my dear colleague, of the real one.

Your mistake comes from the fact that Seneca expressed

the same thought in other words.

[in Latin]

[in Latin]

"He who suffers before the time of necessity

suffers more than from necessity."

I would like to to have the reference.

No problem with that.

Are your philosophy books in the same place?

Yes, next to Garnier classics.

If I am right, I win...

What?

You are not yet right.

This is what we'll see.

After you.

�Vae victis�, as the Petit Larousse says.

(= "Woe betide the defeated!")

Ah, that Claude... He'll never change.

Our lives are at stake and he:

"Oh no, sir, not Seneca. Quintilian."

"Zero points. You will copy 100 times: 'I'm an awful dunce'".

He picks his moment well. He'll goad him a little more.

That's an intellectual's idea.

What does it matter to him, if it's Seneca or what's-his-name?

- By the way, what's his name? - Quintilian.

- No, the other one's. - Kaubach.

No, not Kaubach. Claude. What is his family name?

Salmon. Why?

"Salmon"?

Isn't he Jewish by any chance?

No. Rest assured, he's not Jewish.

Otherwise, he would no longer be teaching.

Pity.

Get to the bottom of it. If he had been a Jew...

He's not Jewish, my mistake.

What about you? You are not a Nazi?

Me, a Nazi? If I were a Nazi, I would have said so long ago.

I'd rather be a living Nazi than a dead Frenchman.

He's perfect.

By dint of hearing you, I end up seeing you very clearly.

Yes? How do you see me?

Just as you are. The spitting image.

- Which is? - Hey, come and see!

God, don't let him open the storeroom.

The storeroom? Oh yes, your obsession.

They talk. That's good for us, right?

Between people of good faith, one should be able to get along. No?

- Provided they understand each other. - It'll work out. Knock on wood.

And with my luck line in my hand...

That's right, I forgot my hand.

A real centenarian line. Look at this, doc.

Yes?

It starts here and I don't even know where it ends.

Ah, yes, and mine?

Here I see a drowning.

- Can you swim? - No, I can't.

Well, you just have to learn. There is also fire.

You catch fire, then you throw yourself into the water.

I didn't know you were a fortune teller.

I have the same hand as Sophie, with parallel lines.

Well, I'll be damned, you don't have the head for your hand.

Your life is a real Roman fleuve.

Your Mount of Venus, well, it's someone.

The Himalayas, my dear.

If I understand correctly, neither you, nor Victor, nor I have hostage hands.

And... neither do I!

You, perhaps. It's less certain.

- Oh, listen! You could go easy on him. - No, I couldn't. I don't want to lie.

- It would bring me bad luck. - Look, can you make a guess for me?

- What's the matter, are you shaking? - No, I'm not shaking.

- Yes, you are! - I'm not. It's my hand.

- Are you afraid? - Afraid, afraid...

Yes, I'm not afraid to say it! I'm afraid. That's it.

You don't care, of course!

Hey, Jean-Louis! You don't know what fear is, do you?

Yes, I do. But I'm surprised that you are afraid.

Only idiots are never afraid.

Well then, I must be really smart.

Have you ever been scared?

Yes, I was. At the front, before the attack.

And then, in retrospect.

But never during. You have other things to do.

Is that so?

Yes, during, you act. And to act is to forget yourself.

Say...

At the moment,

you're afraid?

No. I won't see the death coming.

While you...

Yes, but you say that to not be afraid,

you have to forget yourself.

- How can I forget myself? - By thinking of others.

Thinking of others... You have some good ones.

Give it a try.

Hey! You're not shaking anymore.

So, is my future for today or for tomorrow?

You've trembled so much that all the lines are blurred.

You have to wait until they are in place.

Ah!

- Well? - Finally! How did it go?

Admirably. Victory all round.

- What did I say? - He surrendered to my reasons.

It was Quintilian, all right.

Quin... But who cares about Quintilian! Who cares about Seneca?

Quintilian, Quintilian�

What about us?

We haven't been dead for 2000 years.

Didn't you talk to him?

Yes, of course, but to no avail. He is a brute.

A cultured brute, but a brute.

No hope. Dust, vile multitude, that's how he sees us.

- Conclusion? - Conclusion: or we give two,

or he takes seven.

- He doesn't come out of it. - No, but look at him!

Look at him. Quiet like Battista.

We are expected to die, he finds it normal.

[in Latin]

What does that mean?

"Life is less precious than they say it is."

Other people's lives, perhaps. Not my own.

Anyway, that's where things stand: Two heroes are needed.

Two desperados. So, no amateurs?

Don't you have an idea?

And you?

Well...

it's tricky.

I do have one, but I'm afraid it will be taken the wrong way.

Say it anyway.

In its current state...

What did you say?

Well then? What's your idea?

Well...

I thought...

No, but... No...

It's not yet mature.

Later.

Good.

Apparently, no one here feels the irresistible need

to sacrifice for others.

However, this must be stopped.

What do you think, doctor?

Objectively, and I'm talking as if it were not about me,

a doctor is a man who has a vocation of dedication.

Dedicate yourself, now is the time.

That's what I do. What would become of the patient without his doctor?

And the doctor without his patients?

More than anyone here you know that medicine

is not only a providence, but a hope.

Would you hold on, if you had not been told that in America

there is a surgeon who can restore your sight after the war?

But that is why I intend not to die before I see again.

- And yet... - You see? Do you see?

He's hanging on because of us.

No, no, I should be the last one to say it.

Suppressing a doctor would be a crime against humanity.

Okay for the good doctors. But what about the bad ones?

- The bad ones? - Yes.

You place yourself among the good ones. But that's debatable, isn't it?

Because your reputation...

You give hope, but especially to the heirs.

Well, I can't help it, I don't want to die either.

But no, you won't die.

But yes, by the way,

this is a question we did not raise, but it goes without saying.

What?

But when a ship sinks, usually...

Yes?

Yes, they usually save the women first, right?

But... but this is not on a ship!

That's right. In what way is it relevant?

Gentlemen! You wouldn't even accept that Fran�oise and Sophie...

No. It's just that we should run the same risks as they do.

It's not about that!

No arguments here, old chap. Sophie is safe.

- She's pregnant. - What?

- What? - She's pregnant. Yes, she is.

- What are you talking about? - I should know, shouldn't I?

This is a new one! At the last examination...

Since the last time, things have happened.

Ah. Since Thursday?

- It only takes a minute. - Yes, but finally...

Sophie is pregnant! Don't count on her.

- Nor on me. - Because you're pregnant too?

No, I am a father. Which is the same thing.

I wouldn't bring an orphan into the world.

I will raise my son to the end.

And even more so if its a girl.

Go and sit down, my darling, go. Don't just stand there.

I'm not a selfish bachelor, tonton.

Oh! What on earth is this point-blank assault?

I don't deserve that. I'll be damned!

Frankly, I don't deserve this.

Ungrateful!

I'm better than you. I don't even hold a grudge.

And I pledge to do so:

if, by misfortune, you disappeared,

well, me, I would still be here,

with my niece, to soften her widowhood.

Oh no, you're too nice. Don't say that.

Oh yes, my dear, yes.

And if, by an even more terrible misfortune,

you would both disappear,

your son would lack nothing.

Of course he wouldn't!

He wouldn't have had time to be born.

Sophie, my child,

if your tonton died,

what would you do alone?

Oh, no! No!

I am all that's left of your family.

Your real family.

Your husband, before, was a stranger.

Your husband, one day, may want a divorce.

I am your uncle in perpetuity.

You'll be glad to find me, when he has abandoned you.

But you are disgusting!

But he's disgusting!

This is blackmail! Let her go!

Come on, come on, in her condition...

A pregnant woman by the operation of the Holy Spirit,

isn't that blackmail?

"By the operation of the Holy Spirit"? At least, Claude, do you believe me?

No. I never believe you. You always make things up.

That's what makes your charm.

Okay. If you let them arrest me, too bad for you.

The Resistance will avenge me.

That's a good one.

He's incorrigible.

You're a terrorist now. When Kaubach finds out about this...

I never said I was a terrorist.

I have friends who are perhaps part of the Resistance. That's all.

My darling, it's silly to tell stories like that.

- It leads nowhere. - Oh, yes...

He has saved Jews, probably, too.

We're in middle of the maquis here.

I do not lie to save my skin.

Yes, you're blind, you're blind,

but it may not last, since in America...

I am the only one here who has fought.

Fought for real, Victor.

I joined the Free Corps and I don't boast about it,

it's simply to remind you that I do not fear death.

So work it out amongst yourselves.

Personally, I paid, and more than it was worth.

I don't regret anything. I hate Nazis.

I killed a lot of them. Well, as many as I could.

And I survived.

Badly, but I survived.

With what was left of me.

I suffer not because I can't see you,

no, that's more of a consolation.

Ah! Thank you.

It's not seeing others anymore, certain faces.

Fran�oise's face, for example.

Some... smiles.

Well, life, anyway.

All right, you're blind,

but there are some who are born with it.

I was hit too late.

This is how I have been living for two years. By groping around.

Ah, the lighting effects.

- Come on, come on... - Or what? He's being melodramatic.

I'll turn it back on.

But when I turned it back on, it would still be off for me.

One more minute.

He's right. No, really, he's right.

After what he's been through, poor guy,

he still has the right to life, right?

And not just because he has lost his sight, no,

but as an anti-Nazi.

As a militant anti-Nazi!

When we killed so many Hitlerites...

This hatred took hold of you a long time ago, Jean-Louis?

In 1933, if you're interested,

when Hitler caused the Reichstag fire.

I understood, and yet I was a kid.

And you think Hitler is what you think he is, Jean-Louis?

But why are you shouting like that?

I'm not deaf.

The door had opened by itself.

I hope he didn't hear anything.

I hope so too, sir. For your sake.

For me?

I am not blind.

- What happened? - Nothing. Nothing serious.

Well, let's hope so.

Nothing can happen between us, French people.

Well, I'll probably surprise you,

but I volunteer.

If there's anyone here not indispensable to anyone, it's me.

Philosophy... what is that? It's a vicious circle

in a dead-end street,

an eternal controversy into nothingness.

Being a hostage, at least, it's a situation,

an opportunity to make myself useful.

Bravo. Bravo!

I tell you just one thing, old chap: I envy you.

I envy you for being so brave.

Now, who's offering to be the 2nd?

- Oh yes, that's right, he wants two. - Who's coming with me?

Who?

The doctor has a reason to exist: his patients.

Sophie has a reason to live: Victor. And vice versa.

Fran�oise is a woman.

As for Jean-Louis, he paid a high price for his place.

Then...

After you.

Who? Me? With you? Oh no, oh no...

You see? No one is holding you back.

They are wrong. Count me out.

It will be a mere formality. There have been many deaths already.

It's possible, but I'm not an amateur.

Look for another one.

I'd rather die with you, Claude, than to live with a guy like that.

I'm going with you. You can tell Kaubach.

- Jean-Louis... - Just a second, Jean-Louis.

Don't bother, I'm going to get Kaubach.

No!

Certainly not.

It is useless.

So much for us.

Would you find it natural for Jean-Louis to join me?

Do you realise that?

And if it makes him happy to do us a favour?

You are a bastard.

"A bastard"... No more than any other.

But no less. We were going, like two fools, sacrifice ourselves for you.

No. I will follow your example. I'll live at all costs.

And at your expense, if possible.

I will continue, despite my reluctance, to breathe the same air as you,

my dear contemporaries... Oh, but look at you.

- It's depressing. - Come on, come on, old chap.

Measure your words.

Otherwise we'll say unpleasant things.

I would like to see them, the others, in our place,

in front of the firing squad.

I would be brave, since there would be nothing left to do.

But until then,

from here to the pole, I'll do anything, anything, anything!

I'll take your word for it.

Yes. It's an idea that's been simmering in here for a while.

- Your Kaubach... - What my Kaubach?

He must have his weak point, his Maginot line, too.

He's a man, isn't he?

Let's send Sophie to him.

She is cute, she's lovely.

Would you like... You would like that...

That's not much to ask, is it?

Listen to him! He thinks he is allowed anything! And you think I'll accept it?

- But you said anything! - Sophie is not anything!

Precisely because she's not anything, she can do a lot for us.

A lot.

And you know me. If she succeeds,

all the money you owe me, I'll let it go.

Oh well, I hope so!

You don't want your tonton to die?

No, of course not.

My little one... Go on, go.

If that helps you out.

Oh, great!

At least you don't hesitate, nothing stops you!

I wouldn't have guessed! Bravo, in front of everyone!

- Aren't you ashamed? - It's to please you!

With you, one can never know what to expect! Really!

If I refuse, I'm called selfish.

If I accept, I am insulted.

You have to know what you want.

And your Kaubach... Do you think I like Kaubach?

That's all we need.

If she liked him, it would be without merit.

There, she is obliged to transcend herself,

as Bergson says. There are illustrious precedents.

And, without going back to Judith,

Marie Walewska, my friend, Marie Walewska!

We are not in Poland.

First of all, why Sophie? Why not... Fran�oise?

Oh no! You can't do that.

- A prisoner's wife? - Well, precisely! He wouldn't know.

Oh! It's a shame, a real shame what you are proposing here.

You deserve that I don't accept.

Because it is a favour that you would deign to do me?

Now it's an honour to be cheated?

Don't be silly! I would not cheat on you because I would think of you,

and all of you.

Kaubach! I'll be a hundred leagues away from him.

What do you prefer?

A woman who gives herself to you while thinking of another,

or a woman who gives herself to another with you in mind?

That's loyalty, old chap. That's it.

No! Loyalty is giving yourself only to your husband, thinking only of him.

You speak like a hero of Dumas fils.

If Sophie succeeds, you won't die, on the contrary.

The 50 or 60 years that you have left to live

aren't they worth more than 10 minutes of abandon?

Fifty years versus 10 minutes.

But I love Sophie! Yes, old chap. That's how it is. I love her.

And I love you too, Vivi.

Then she can't give you a greater proof of love.

- By cheating me? Thank you! - "Better to be a cuckold

than dead", Moli�re said.

Perhaps you prefer to spend this night in a squalid cell,

to be awakened tomorrow at dawn

and taken in handcuffs to the shooting range,

be tied to the pole blindfolded?

If you like, after all, be reunited in the grave,

it's a beautiful ending for a love story.

You're right.

I don't want to have your death on my conscience.

- Go, my dear, go. - Aren't you going to kiss me?

I am, of course.

Trust me.

See you soon.

See you soon.

- Poor Sophie... - Tartuffe!

Hey! Hey!

Provided it succeeds!

- If it doesn't work... - Oh, yes, if it doesn't work...

Already?

My little duckling, my poor little Chinese...

Come on, come on.

- Tell me you're not mad at me. - I mean, come on. On the contrary.

It's only the intention that counts.

And yours was pure.

We are all witnesses, you were great.

Yes, well, that's fine.

Let's not think about that anymore.

Come on, that's it. Don't think anymore.

But we'll never forget what you have done for us.

Can't you see that she has failed? No?

Look at her. A woman can't be wrong.

I didn't want to say anything earlier, but I was sure of the result.

- What? - This can't be true!

Sophie...

I would have liked so much to have succeeded!

My poor darling, you're out of luck with your little one.

So much the worse, or the better. Well, we tried.

We've nothing to blame ourselves for, right?

You seem to doubt it. It's not my fault!

Impossible to get a look from him,

a smile... absolutely nothing.

When I approached him, he climbed the ladder to get a book.

At the top, he gave me a sideways glance.

He told me with a tone, but what a tone!:

"9.45 pm, we have a date."

Dates like that, I...

- Meanwhile, the hands are turning. - Yes, it's funny.

- I would have thought that... - Operation Seduction: zero.

- Maybe he doesn't like women. - Ah, that's probably it!

But I think...

If he doesn't like women...

What? Oh no! Oh no, no way.

Oh yes? I thought... Too bad.

My poor Sophie, I am sorry for you, and also for us.

It is only human that everyone takes sides. The honour is safe, apparently.

What do you want? There are women who inspire desire,

- others inspire respect. - Oh, respect at 22!

Respect is not an affront. Certainly you look like an honest woman.

Have you finished giving her complexes?

Don't listen to him, Sophie. He's a wrecker.

You can be an honest woman without looking like one.

The proof: he insisted

that you bow down to this oaf!

I defended a view that seemed logical to me.

And to you too, since you finally approved it.

- I didn't agree. I resigned myself. - You gave your consent.

- I did not consent, I gave in. - Nuance.

I couldn't do otherwise without looking like a bastard.

- You have manoeuvred well. - Manoeuvred?

Yes, you got me! I'm not fooled by your tricks! You hate me!

Me hating you? You're delusional, man.

You're delirious! I have no reason to hate you.

Is that so? Am I not worth it, perhaps?

Of course you are, but I love Sophie too much to hate you.

- What does that mean? - That Sophie is a good girl,

and that I wouldn't want to make her feel bad

by telling her, for example, that she was wrong to marry a fool.

- What? - But he's right, Vivi!

You get angry, you get angry and...

You�

You�

Look me in the eye. Better than that.

Better than that. I said: better than that!

And now...

now we have nothing left to lose.

So let's put our cards on the table.

Sophie,

would you dare to say to my face

that you didn't cheat on me with Claude?

But...

I didn't cheat on you...

with Claude.

With whom, then?

With nobody.

- Nobody. - Sophie, Sophie...

Yes.

Just one tiny time.

- With? - With...

Sophie!

Well, yes.

She confesses.

She confesses, and in front of everyone.

Here! This is yours!

Your little stories, at the moment... Time is passing.

And what? It's not a quarter to ten.

Very interesting. Let them explain themselves.

Well, Jean-Louis?

He was in such a state, when he came back...

He told me that he was alone in the world.

Did you tell her that too?

And you believed him, stupid?

Stupid girl!

What are they all have with me?

- I forbid you to touch her, Sophie! - And he's defending her, the idiot!

How could I have known?

Did you know that Jean-Louis was with Fran�oise?

I did not even know that you and Jean-Louis...

Oh, so little...

You've done a nice job.

- I was so happy... - Now you're not anymore.

You'll be able to leave a sordid and uninteresting life.

Nothing to hang on to, no more illusions,

and death would be a relief to you. "Alone in the world".

"Alone in the world"!

I allowed myself to be touched. "Pity for a poor blind man".

So I took advantage of it. Each one with its own charms.

Your charms! I gave you a handout. You can say thank you, right?

Say something. But say something!

You and your pity...

Leave me alone! Leave me alone!

Ah! The English. They're just in time. Let's take advantage of it.

My children, we are saved. Let's not stay here.

If they do like the last time, 200 dead, thank you.

Let's go down to the cellar, and see how we do.

- Sophie, I'll get your coat. - I don't need it.

You'll catch a cold.

And I'll take the money, in case we don't come back.

- So, are you coming? - Here, Fran�oise.

Put this on your shoulders.

We can't leave Jean-Louis alone.

Come, Jean-Louis.

- Jean-Louis, come. Take my arm. - I don't need anyone.

Don't be an asshole. Go and get his jacket.

[in German]

But you're not going to let us to die here!

[in German]

What? Do you see me coming down?

You must stay here,

at my disposal.

That's our time.

- They're closing in fast. - They're closing in, huh?

- It's the Royal Air Force. - You think so?

Oh, well, I have an ear for it.

In any case, if we get away with it, tell yourself one thing:

you have been lied to.

There is no miracle doctor, neither in America nor elsewhere.

You poor sap. As if I'd ever believed it.

A blackout, now.

So that's all we needed.

Wait, don't move. There are candles over there.

Do you really want to see yourselves die?

Candles for your corpses, yes.

What a bad temper you can be. What would I say...

I don't wish you dead, you're more stupid

than bad, but you'll die anyway, along with the others.

"The others"? You are one of them.

Death doesn't scare me. But you, you're already decomposing.

- What do you know? - Can't you smell it?

- This time, they hit hard. - And this is only the second wave.

Isn't that nice, to all die in chorus?

- Shut up, you'll attract them! - Why, would you rather be shot?

For the moment, I live, I live, I don't ask for more!

Be careful... Watch out!

Well, children...

It seems to be calming down.

Yes.

But maybe they'll come back.

That was a close call. Oh dear!

Yes, but look at what they have done.

It's terrible.

This... this must have fallen on the market side.

I must call Madeleine. Let's hope she's all right.

In any case, we are saved. And I would have thought...

How come, �saved�?

You are alive until tomorrow morning, if all goes well.

Well, I'm willing to die, but in my own time, not before.

Hello? Hello, Madeleine?

Madeleine�

It's a pleasure to hear your voice. I was wondering...

Yes, everything went well. Don't worry.

I give you a hug.

- What's the matter? - Nothing.

Ah? Well.

Well? It's time.

What have you decided?

I am listening.

Well... It's difficult, you know.

Friends as we are...

However, it is necessary.

Personally, I think...

I think we should at least spare Jean-Louis.

He's blind.

I'm going to give each of you a chance.

I shouldn't.

I will, however.

It is claimed that chance is blind.

Justice too, often.

Get a little closer to each other.

You, over there, here, and you there.

Like this. There, there.

And you, come over here.

You, the blind man,

you will move forward in whatever direction you please.

The first 2 people you touch

will be considered as hostages.

No, I am sorry.

Don't count on me for this task.

If not, I'll take you all in.

You can't ask me something like that.

Accept it, Jean-Louis. You can save four.

Yes, Jean-Louis, he's right. You can't refuse.

You have to, Jean-Louis. Accept.

It's an order.

Go ahead.

Nothing goes on.

No, no, no. I don't count.

And one. Come and stand here.

- But... - Here!

Continue.

Continue.

No moving. Do not cheat.

No, this is a mistake! I assure you!

No, sir, a blind man can't be wrong. Here, come here!

Too bad for you.

You'll lose a friend, and a true friend,

because I was all for collaboration!

And I am still for it!

Sophie...

Sophie...

I'll never forget you, tonton, you know?

In any case, I...

I want to be buried at the church.

You can count on us. You'll have a nice funeral.

It's over, isn't it?

Yes.

It's over.

You're pardoned.

All.

Yes. It was an experiment.

In fact, I've just been warned: the terrorists are arrested.

They confessed. It was about time.

Oh, my general... My general...

Captain.

You don't know the joy you give me. Thank you for your understanding.

- And the others? - Those you arrested in the building.

Pardoned. I said all.

I am not a barbarian.

I respect the laws of war.

I apply them.

I am a soldier in the service of order.

You, a soldier?

Yes, ma'am.

In my own way.

Happy Birthday.

[in German]

I need to give someone a hug, anyone.

Always kind. Bloody tonton.

I have to kiss someone too. My Vivi!

After everything that's happened, do you really want to hug each other?

You know, at times like this, you have to separate things.

There are not only heroes here. Thank God.

And not just cowards, doc.

- In the situation we were in... - Yes, yes, that is understood.

Admit that we were not very brilliant.

This is not a story we'll tell our grandchildren.

We could have shown a little more dignity,

or a little more hypocrisy.

What? We behaved much more bravely than you think.

- We have saved a Jew. - No!

That's right! Saved a Jew! Under the nose of the Gestapo.

- You saved a Jew? You? - Yes.

I could have betrayed him. But I didn't.

I'm not even as bad as people think.

A Jew? Victor, don't tell them.

He always has to make things up.

Do you know Stern, the furrier?

He's been downstairs since the start of the evening,

downstairs, in the storeroom, where I hid him!

I would like to see that.

Nothing could be easier. Come and see.

- After you, old chap, after you. - Come and see.

Don't you see that he's kidding you?

Let's go and find out.

Come on, come on! Don't waste your time. Come to the table.

Oh, the light!

Wait, wait, wait. You'll see.

Mr Stern, may I present to you...

Well, I'll be damned!

He's no longer here!

No, but... It's not there anymore, look! Word of honour!

- Does this surprise you? - Well?

Well nothing, as expected.

He has disappeared, come and see if it's not true!

During the alarm, he left through the window.

Yes, my little one. He's cute.

Bloody Vivi!

- Wasn't anyone there? - Naturally.

Don't you want to listen to your uncle?

Come, let's eat! Let's eat!

Come, Jean-Louis.

But what are you waiting for, my children?

What's wrong with you?

You're not going to leave like that! What about my birthday?

We can't leave each other with a bad impression, though. Sit down, please.

Yes, that's right, we'll sit opposite each other.

We'll look good.

- But you, doc? - Well...

I'm going home now.

- Back to my wife. - Since you're told to sit down!

You can't do otherwise. There is a curfew.

You didn't think of the curfew.

No, my children... When we have lived the hours we have spent together,

we are friends for life.

It's true. Come on, Fran�oise, sit down. Set an example.

Sit down next to Jean-Louis.

I swear to you he was in the storeroom.

You can't blame him, he's still dreaming that it happened.

One day he will tell us how he was shot.

- Shot! I could have been. - Oh no!

No! Let's not talk about it anymore.

Let's forget about this evening, believe me.

- This is the end of the alert. - There was never an alert.

No! Never!

But yes, old chap, we've just arrived!

That's right! And my little primrose will blow out its 22 candles. Come on!

And now my children, all together, one, two...

Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to you, Sophie!

Happy birthday to you!

Come on, sing with us. Everything will be fine.