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Have you told Edmond

No, it concerns only you three, the Judges.

The fewer people who know, the better.

Sorry... but the president of the CDL must be made aware.

It's a matter of principle.

But really, you can't ask us such a thing in a trial !

As if we were a Special Section.

Earlier, you were talking about... the revival of the Republic ?

Democracy ! We're still at war, Antoine.

We're not faking, we're fighting.

Democracy doesn't fight with the weapons of dictatorship.

For me, it's the only way.

If we'd been less democratic in '40, we might not have had P�tain.

For me it's completely immaterial.

As long as the Miliciens are all gone.

Have you forgotten that summmary execution after fake trial, was the specialty of the Milice ?

No. So that's De Gaulle's Republic ?

The Law of Retaliation ?

Do to them what they did to us ? You can't say that.

But, you're asking us to do even worse.

The Milice, did it's atrocities openly.

But it's because the Milice continues its atrocities that we're obliged to do so.

In towns they still hold, they're liquidating prisoners.

That's dozens of R�sistants, Jews... or what have you.

And you really believe execution of 14 Villeneuve Miliciens will deter the others ?

In complete rout.

I'm not even sure they'll learn of it.

Well, the Commissaire de la R�publique believes it, and we must obey him.

I don't know.

Honestly.

Good !

We could spend all night here.

If this gets your knickers in a twist, you've only to resign.

Monsieur le Pr�fet, you'll easily find replacements.

Oh no. I'd really prefer to avoid that.

So, let them decide.

I also love democracy.

But against the atrocities of the Milice, it takes atrocities.

And palavering gains us nothing.

Marcel's trial...

Marie's trial...

They too loved democracy.

And they loved life.

Good !

I put the question to all three of you.

Will you guarantee me you'll vote death for the 14 Miliciens...

vowing never to tell anyone ?

Yes.

Ask Edmond, he's with me.

I guarantee it.

OK.

You can count on me.

With two out of three Judges...

you have your verdict, right ?

You're not going to leave me alone !

Very well...

I'll do what you ask.

Good. I suggest you resume the hearing of 2 or 3 cases...

then suspend for the Ball, and finish it tomorrow.

I expect a verdict by the end of the morning.

And the executions ?

I thought in the wake of the trial, let's say about...

1 or 2 pm.

My son, I don't want to rush you, but I've to hear the confessions of several of your comrades.

My Father...

Is sinning under orders really sin ?

What do you think ?

If I knew... !

I wouldn't have asked to confess.

On the contrary...

I believe you asked to confess because you do know.

Orders...

that's the business of human justice.

But at the Hour of Judgment, which concerns us here...

you're alone...

with your conscience.

Alone with God.

I killed...

Go on to the end, my son.

This is the moment.

I killed two children.

And why did you do that ?

Under orders.

Under orders from my godfather.

But you knew it was wrong, didn't you ?

Yes.

Without the least doubt.

Yes, I knew.

So why did you do it ?

I didn't know my father...

My godfather... he was...

he was...

Well, we must obey our father or godfather.

If it was that simple...

you wouldn't be in such a bad state.

It's bad for you, isn't it ?

All the time. That's good !

Your pain is your humanity.

And this...

God will see.

You have sinned, yes...

Terribly.

To the point that I don't know how to recommend a penance on this earth...

But...

your pain and your confession...

pave the way to forgiveness.

In the name of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost, I bless you.

Go with your heart in peace...

facing the justice of men.

Monsieur Schwartz. Monsieur le Pr�fet.

It's been a long time.

What brings you here ?

They tell me you were outstanding in the R�sistance, a year ago.

I congratulate you.

You came to give me a medal ? Not today.

I need wood, mind you. Wood ?

This is a sawmill here, right ?

Yeah. I need planks.

84 to be exact.

What kind of wood ? Oh, whatever, but solid.

I can get you 20mm fir, a week from now.

Oh no, I need them tomorrow.

Tomorrow ? Before 10 am.

My secretary will come by to get them with a truck.

What are you going to do with these planks ?

It's to shore up a wall near collapse in the school basement. They didn't give me details.

Dimensions ?

So... 28 planks...

2m by 40...

then 28 planks 2m by 60...

and 28 small rectangles 40 by 60cm.

Oh, that's...

a funny sort of wall you have here.

As I told you, I'm not into details.

No, but it's you who place the order.

And what are you going to do with small pieces 40 by 60.

It's too small to support anything !

I'm not a carpenter, Monsieur Schwartz.

It's rather special as an order. Can you honour it or not ?

How will you pay ? Charge it to the treasury of the GPRF.

That won't be possible.

I need petrol.

5 litres of petrol per plank. That makes 500 litres.

I'm extremely short of petrol.

Well you'll have to find some.

It's a special order which requires special payment.

And the utmost discretion.

Obviously.

I wouldn't like a rumour spread about a collapse...

of a wall at the school. You know how people...

I'll be as silent as a tomb.

On one condition.

Go on... Jeannine.

Well ? How do you see the situation ?

She'll inevitably be tried.

No, that doesn't bother me.

I remind you, in the end, she produced military equipment for the Germans.

You want them, your boards ?

Not at any price.

You want me to tell everyone you're making 14 coffins...

before the trial verdict ?

Jeannine helped the R�sistance in '43.

She named a Collabo mole, who was going to betray us. Dig through your archives.

That ought to help you whitewash her record.

I'll see what I can do.

That's not enough.

You control the Purification Commission.

I want your word. No prosecution.

With a small fine.

Understood ?

You have my word.

So tell your guys to come before 10 am.

With the petrol, of course.

I was delighted to see you again. Equally so.

You heard ? I've no confidence in him.

He gave me his word.

The word of a man who orders coffins before the end of a trial !

He wants his planks. Well, that's for sure...

Once he has them, he'll set his dogs on me.

Not a guy like B�riot. The last thing he wants is a mess.

He needs a scapegoat.

Well, he'll find others.

We can see it's not your life that's at stake.

Poor Jeannine !

Poor little innocent victim.

See how you talk to me !

Well, I didn't force you to come, huh.

You're starting to tire me with your victimhood.

4 years of filling your pockets, crushing everything and everyone ..

You spewed your Jew-hatred from Monday to Sunday.

You decorated filth, in between opening your legs to Chassagne...

And now you come whining !

The wheel turns, Jeannine, huh.

So go do that at your father's, not at my house.

I don't whine.

It's just that I'm afraid.

I'm afraid. I want to live.

Can you understand that ?

Live !

It's because understand, that I've negotiated you a new life.

So, take it !

And stop pissing me off.

Long live the Pr�fet. Long live the Pr�fet.

Please ! It's not me you should celebrate.

No, it's the Republic.

Bravo, thank you ! Monsieur le Pr�fet.

Is it to you that I owe this welcome ?

A bit of popularity can't hurt.

It's not popularity. It's a show. I've a horror of that.

When does the Ball start, Monsieur le Pr�fet ? Yes, we want to dance.

We've been waiting 4 years. In a few minutes.

The Republic is young, let it have a little time to organize things.

Where does this miracle come from ?

The cellars of the sub-Pr�feture.

Apparently, Servier was a good hostage.

Have you tasted it ?

Ah ! It's great ros�.

A Christmas gift of the SS, it seems.

Oooh. We'll have to think of decorating Servier.

While waiting for the music...

I propose we drink to the health of the Republic.

Long live the Provisional Government ! Absolutely !

Long live the Pr�fet !

To the Republic, Madame...

Help yourself.

Monsieur le Pr�fet ? Yes ?

I must talk to you. In private.

Ah... Sorry...

What message exactly ?

Did it go well with Schwartz ?

I'll be fine. It'll be ready for 10 am, but we must find petrol.

We haven't talked about the executions.

How do we do that ? With whom ?

That I don't know.

Each day has enough troubles of its own.

As to the music. Do we have someone finally ?

Just an accordion there.

But suddenly I thought of the wireless.

They often broadcast dance music on Radio Liberty in the evening.

Excellent idea ! If it works !

Well, if not, we'll sing with the accordion.

Now the bad news. Yes ?

Bridgewater, the Yank who's our liaison...

Yes ? He's waiting outside.

He's not happy. Ah !

Major Bridgewater - Monsieur le Pr�fet B�riot

But my French will do.

Oh, great. Thank you for accepting our invitation to the Ball.

I've nothing to do with your ball, Monsieur B�riot.

Ah, then I'm sorry about that.

My men find there's no order in Villeneuve.

People are beaten in the street.

The so-called "Patriotic Militias"...

arrest citizens without a warrant.

Shops are looted.

De Gaulle promised us order. And we'll keep that promise.

But give us time, we'll get there...

Be aware that we'll report all incidents we witness.

And this will influence the attitude of the US Army.

By the way, can I count on you for petrol ?

I'm in desperate need of it.

I count on you to restore law and order quickly.

You're sure you won't come to the party, and taste a little wine ?

It's good !

We're at war, Monsieur B�riot.

My Division loses ten men each day.

I've no desire to party.

I want order.

Find a pretty girl for him to get hold of, so he'll leave us in peace.

The whole works ? Yeah.

No problem.

But what are these Patriotic Militias ? I thought it was just hot air.

Well, they're about a dozen... well armed.

Is it a Bolshevik move or something ?

No, no, no. Edmond is as bothered as us.

It looks spontaneous. It's essential to set up our own Police.

How many usable cops remain ?

None to be found...

either dead or on the run.

Apart from...

a certain Inspecteur...

Inspecteur Loriot.

I know. Is he a Late-R�sistant too ?

No.

According to the Purification Commission...

just an ordinary cop who did his job, no more no less.

Ah, anyway !

Did your Loriot torture or kill any R�sistants ?

Not that anyone knows of.

Arrested Jews ?

May I ?

All the cops...

arrested Jews in '42.

If we start holding that against them !

Find him and bring him to me as soon as possible.

I can't take this trial any longer !

Why did you accept B�riot's deal, without us talking first ?

It seemed we had to give an answer right away.

Are you mad at me ?

No.

Do you know how to dance ?

Not really. I'll teach you.

Ah !

But... my sister tried to once.

Yes, well family aren't the best for dancing.

Look at me !

Put your hands on my hips. What ?

Put your hands on my hips. Huh ?

This is dancing ?

What ?

You managed to find milk in the end.

Yes. Not too expensive ?

The normal price.

In this context.

I wanted to show Sophie the Lib�ration Ball.

I don't like it when music is loud. You know that.

But you'll only see this once in your life.

But I don't want to.

And you ? You don't want to ?

I beg your pardon ? To dance ?

You don't want to dance ?

No. You're kind, but...

You say no too quickly.

Sophie can look after David for one dance. Eh, Sophie ?

Of course.

No ! We're two survivors, Rita.

This is the Lib�ration.

We have the right to celebrate.

We must celebrate it.

I'm sure you dance very well.

And you like it.

Come !

A dance only lasts 5 minutes.

Be careful, Sophie.

You too.

At the trial, they don't even listen to what we say.

It's as if everything was already decided.

You have to believe it.

They're inevitably going to push it through.

You have a small chance.

I don't think I deserve it.

Don't say that !

In a mess like this, you have to seize the opportunity, wherever it comes from.

Tom is a Lieutenant, and he loves France.

But he wears a wedding ring, right ?

Ah, yes.

So ?

Well, I don't dance with married men.

Really, Solange, this is the Lib�ration.

I don't dance with a married man.

We're still at war, and you're on a mission, Solange.

You must dance for France.

Very well, that's fine.

What's he saying ?

That... he's in the process of divorcing.

Shall I leave you now ?

No, Solange.

What is it ?

Huh ?

It's just... a girl, she reminds me of someone.

You're looking at girls while you dance with me !

What for ? You don't do that ? Oh, no, you don't do that at all.

A pledge. Really !

Tell me that you love me.

But it doesn't count on command. Yes ?

It's not a command, it's a pledge.

Very well... I love you.

Oh, bloody hell !

Oh, but it's a shame !

Yes, but it's not me inside this thing. What do you want me to do !

What's up with the music ?

It stopped, it was good.

Calm down !

Calm. Calm. Calm down !

Is it serious Docteur ?

We're going to find...

Hey, Felix...

your instrument.

Do you know "All that is excellently French" ?

Affirmative.

Pending the return of the wireless...

I'll offer something myself.

It's the only song I know by heart. You mustn't ask me for an encore.

The Colonel was in finance, The Commandant was in industry,

The Capitaine was in insurance, And the Lieutenant was in groceries.

The Adjutant was a bailiff of the Bank of France, The Sergent was a baker-cakemaker,

The Caporal was in ignorance And the 2nd class had private means.

And all that, it's excellently French,

Excellent soldiers marching in step.

They were no longer used to it...

But like on a bike, you don't forget.

Who are this lot ?

Good evening. We just want to talk to them.

Hi, Chief. Hold him !

Wait, you told me you wanted to talk to him.

I'm not an egghead, I talk with my fists.

So, was it you who hanged my mother ? I hanged no-one.

I don't like liars.

Stop, Raoul. It wasn't him.

It was Marchetti.

But you told me he was here ! He was here, right ?

Come on, it's useless.

You've no right to do that.

A Milicien who talks to me about rights !

Go to the devil, Milicien.

Stop ! Fucking bastard !

But if you didn't want us to do this...

why did you bring us here ?

Come on.

They've had their ration. Out of here !

Come on !

Sorry.

And all that, is excellently French,

Excellent soldiers, marching in step.

In thinking that the Republic...

is still the best regime.

And all these guys, who for the most part...

were not of the same political stripe,

They all agree, whatever their fate...

they all want peace for once !

So...

where are you... how is it ?

Oh my !

I thought you had a horror of showmanship !

Except when it's me who decides on it.

Inspecteur Loriot is outside, waiting for you.

You filled him in ? More or less.

For now he's, let's say... apprehensive.

I'll go and see him.

To find a girl for a Negro...

Inspecteur. Monsieur le Pr�fet.

A drop of red ? No thanks.

You're mistaken.

Where would we be, without a good wine !

Good.

Basically...

The Republic is ready to draw a line under 40-44, as it pertains to you

If you agree to serve loyally.

I've always tried to be loyal.

Can the Republic really count on you ?

If I can count on it.

Good. We won't waste our time on paperwork. Put your hand up.

You swear to faithfully serve the Provisional Government of the French Republic, and all its agents

You swear not to have committed any Blood Crime during the Occupation. Say "I swear."

I swear.

And...

I won't have any worries ?

Well, I mean with the FTP...

the Patriotic Militias ?

I hope the Patriotic Militias are going to worry about you.

The Police must ensure Republican order, Inspecteur.

At 9 am tomorrow, present yourself at the Commissariat.

Thank you.

Ah... that's it.

Do you like dancing ?

Yes... but then... not while on duty.

I'm afraid that David will fret.

We've hardly started.

Come, please.

I was happy to dance with you, but if he should wake up...

You're right.

We'll perhaps have other opportunities to dance together ?

You see, he's sleeping.

I feel that your little guy, reminds her of her brother.

What was he called ?

David.

Where will you sleep tonight ? I don't know.

I'll find somewhere. Listen !

In the apartment we're assigned, there are two large beds with real sheets, and a Chinese screen.

If we put up the screen, it's like you have your own corner of the room.

The house is clean...

I did all the housework with Sophie

And now, it's clean.

It's not very big, though.

You want David to sleep on the ground, in the cold ? No.

Not like my brother.

Accept, Rita...

just a day or two, time to get things turned around.

Well, to find something else !

Good. OK.

You're kind.

Can you believe it ?

What ? We're free.

Free for good. It's over.

I feel like... I'm going to wake up tomorrow morning in the maquis.

With Claude preparing his play.

And Thierry... preparing his puree of chestnuts with nettles.

Sometimes I think Marcel will soon leave prison.

Does it bother you, that I say that to you ?

No.

Since you think it.

I take it as a gift.

You know we could go far, you and I.

Christine !

That bitch, how dare she !

Bitch !

Susanne !

Susanne ! What are you doing ?

Your cousin sold us to the cops. Didn't you get that, G�rard ?

Suzanne, if she denies so much, I'm not sure it was her.

Why are you so soft. Can't you support me a bit ?

Bitch. That won't work. Garbage !

But it's not true, it wasn't me.

There was no Fabian at the rendezvous, it was Marchetti !

Stop !

Why don't we strip her ? Cut a swastika on her belly, the whore.

Oh no, it's OK, it's OK.

We'll try her. She'll go to jail, as she deserves. Let her up.

Let her up !

Let her up !

What are you doing here ?

I've just been confirmed as a cop by your Pr�fet.

What ! Obviously, he works with what he has.

And I'm sorry, but she's not the one who shopped you.

How do you know that ?

It was me who took the call.

It was a neighbour who saw you enter with Antoine.

She was at the parade, and recognised you,

I have her file at the Commissariat.

Check the Minutes of Calls, if you want.

Excuse me. I'm sorry. Don't touch me !

Excuse me, G�rard. Appearances were against her. I was wrong, I'm sorry.

I'll accompany you. Excuse me.

I'll go with them. I'll take the opportunity to kiss L�onora.

No problem. She's not coming with us !

You know, it's not really... I'm packing my suitcase tomorrow. G�rard !

Excuse me. I was wrong.

It's all my fault. I beg your pardon.

It's brilliant, eh ?

What ? It's brilliant.

Yes, it's brilliant.

Wait. Come. Come with me.

What happened ?

I don't know. They fought, I think. Are you taking the piss ?

Who's beaten them like that ?

Anselme, with Marie Germain's son.

Don't you know what it means to be on guard ?

Wait. Anselme's head of the FFI. He wanted to enter.

I don't know. He's my boss.

No ! The Pr�fet's your boss, the Republic's your boss !

Go. Push off !

What ? Get out !

Go dance. Fill your face like everyone else.

I don't want to see you here again, if you can't understand what to do.

OK.

Open up for me.

Ren�, you replace him.

And no-one's allowed into this enclosure. Understood ?

How's it going ?

You're...

...worse than us. Let's not exaggerate.

Hey ! I remember where I saw you.

Not very original as an opening line.

Last year, you were swimming at Lake Maupertuis.

With the Boches.

And you're going to report me ?

I'm not in the denouncing mood tonight.

But you owe me a dance.

I owe you nothing.

Well, then... let's say I'm asking you to dance.

I'm tired.

Me too.

Otherwise I wouldn't dare ask you to dance.

Change the station, Maxime.

Enough of this wild music.

Ah well, that's homegrown.

I've heard that one. It's Pierre Dac.

A year ends, another begins

One after another the months advance

Bringing in their blue procession

The promise of happier days

Let's get out. I'm too hot.

And while victory gets ready

To dress in its festive clothes

The black veil of disasters extends

on the Reich and its last friends

It's the lament of the Nazis

The twilight before dark

Which puts in the heart of the Hitlerites

The bitter terror of tomorrow

It expresses by its accents

The dull anguish of punishment

In the tempest and the cries

It's the lament of the Nazis

In the tempest and the cries

It's the lament of the Nazis

Miliciens, stool-pigeons, sad apostles

This lament is also yours

You traitors, sellouts, vomit

You, cowards, it's yours too

Torturers, murderers and mercenaries

It sounds out your last hour

Collaborators listen well

It's for you we sing this refrain

It's the lament of the Nazis

It's the lament of the rotten

That puts in the stomach of the bastards

The fear of the rope or the pole

And accompanies in a few words

The agony of the New Order

To your gallows, men of Vichy

This is the lament of the Nazis

To your gallows men of Vichy

This is the lament of the Nazis

And in chorus !

What is it you're still looking for ?

There's no longer anything to see.

You let something loose there, right ? Yeah !

Bordeaux... So ?

Maurice said that the Ma Schwartz was hiding here.

She'll not come back. Ma Schwartz left for Switzerland.

There are no flies on her !

Her cousin... Yes ?

He has a cabin close by.

He saw her...

lugging a bike around...

as recent as yesterday, I tell you.

Really ?

Raymond !

If you're hiding that slut of a Jeannine Schwartz...

Prostitute, and I pass on better descriptions...

I swear it's going to be trouble.

It will be...

the final struggle. Yeah !

It's the final struggle.

Let us rally, and tomorrow.

The Internationale...

Wait a minute... That's a Bolshevik thing, that.

Really ! Yeah.

Raymond. Ma Schwartz...

My two frigging lovelies...

We're going to cook her up very carefully.

Then we'll cut her into morsels...

and the morsels...

we'll give them...

to the bats.

There are bats round here ? Better believe it.

So, we're going to go looking for two bats.

Now ! Yeah. Justice doesn't wait.

Pumpkin.

Come on !

Get yourselves in file in ranks of one.

In ranks of one, I said.

Come on, forward march.

One, two. One, two. One...

Come on ! Get a move on ! Get a move on ! Get a...

The stinking War !

One, two. The young in front.

Don't you think there's enough noise like that outside ?

Did you think of Fran�oise ?

Did she wake up ?

No. But she could have.

I thought you were sleeping...

on the other side.

I sleep badly in the armchair.

If I'm tired, I can't take care of him.

So, I sleep here for an hour or two, to get some rest.

You're beautiful, Lucienne.

As beautiful as in my memories.

I'm going back to bed.

Good night.

I'm still your husband.

Let me go !

It's the Lib�ration. I want you.

Not me.

Besides, I never wanted you.

I thought you knew.

I put a quilt at the foot of your bed

I would have preferred wine.

Haven't you had enough to drink ?

No !

There must be one of my father's bottles. In the buffet, in the corridor.

Good night.

Ah, fuck !

It's me.

Monsieur B�riot.

Subtitles by Rod Clarke Whitby, Ont. Nov 2015