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Don't forget that it all happened

a bit over 30 years ago.

Most of us weren't born yet.

30 years isn't that long ago.

We didn't have time to forget why they lived

and why they died.

I was wondering

how we would talk about them

and represent them.

We know almost nothing about them.

It's simple,

they were men and women like us.

No, they were not like us.

Even if their battle was similar to ours.

We will use historic facts

and their stories will become ours.

Let's start over.

On February 21st, 1944,

22 men,

immigrant partisans, were shot by the Germans in Fort Mont-Valérien.

The only woman in the group was executed with an ax

in a prison in Stuttgart,

a few months later.

"Fresnes, February 21st, 1944.

"My dear Mélinée,

"my beloved orphan.

"In a few hours, I will be gone.

"This feels like an accident.

"I can't believe it and yet,

"I know I will never see you again.

"What to write?

"I am so confused and yet, everything is clear.

"I enlisted in the Liberation Army as a volunteer soldier

"and I will die so close to victory.

"May those who survive be happy

"and have a sweet taste of freedom and peace.

"As I die, I declare that I have no hate

"for the German people.

"Each will get what they deserve as punishment and reward.

"The German people and the others will live in peace

"after the war that won't last any longer.

"May you all be happy.

"It is sunny today.

"As I look at the sun and nature I loved so much,

"I bid farewell to life, all of you,

"my beloved wife

"and my dear friends.

"Take care,

"send my regards to your sister and friends.

"I will keep you in my heart.

"Farewell.

"Your friend, partner, husband.

"Michel Manouchian."

So, you...

You want to write a play about the red poster?

Yes, a show.

THE RED POSTER

Where to start?

We would like you to talk

-about these men. -OK,

but about their personal stories

or history with a capital H?

Because when it comes to history with a capital H,

there isn't much room for immigrants.

Well, here are the facts:

a group of immigrant partisans,

22 men and one splendid woman,

were shot by the Germans

in February 1944.

Who will play Manouchian?

Roger Ibáñez, over there. He's a Basque actor.

Is that OK?

Not at all, the leaves are covering it.

-No? -No.

What about this?

Well, let's place it elsewhere.

Why is it everywhere? On the news,

the radio, in newspapers?

That's what you should mention in your play too.

They wanted to show that

the Resistance was made of foreigners and immigrants, as they said.

They said: "Look,

"this is the army of crime: Jews

"and communists paid by London and Moscow."

So, as I was saying,

it was late 1943.

The Germans were losing ground everywhere

and especially in Russia.

Even in France.

The Resistance delivered mortal blows:

bombings and derailments.

A MOVIE BY FRANK CASSENTI

We didn't have anything to lose.

You can't imagine how hard we fought.

"THERE WERE 23 AND THEY DIED

"TO GRANT US FREEDOM." -ARAGON

Wajsbrot.

W, A, J, S, B, R, O, T.

Wolf.

Polish Jew, 18 years old.

Add: "One bombing, three derailments."

Done.

Geduldig,

Jonas.

Polish Jew.

Don't put him on the poster.

Done.

Thomas Elek. Wait,

make him hold a wrench.

Look at the camera.

Add him to the derailment list.

Eight derailments.

Done.

Fontanot.

Italian communist.

Twelve bombings.

Done

Roger Rouxel,

18 years old.

French.

Don't put him on the poster.

Done.

This one is Alfonso.

Write: "Spanish, communist.

"Seven bombings."

Done.

Grzywacz.

G, R, Z, Y,

W, A, C, Z.

Szlama.

Polish Jew.

Two bombings.

Done.

Rino Della Negra.

Another Italian.

19 years old.

Don't put him on the poster.

It's best to insist on Polish and Hungarian Jews.

Done.

Marcel Rajman, 21 years old.

Polish Jew.

He's one of the most dangerous killers.

Stop the camera. He's smiling.

Give him the gun.

Thirteen bombings.

Done.

This one is Boczov.

B, O, C, Z, O, V.

Hungarian Jew, head infantryman.

Add: "Twenty bombings."

Done.

Manouchian.

Armenian.

Add: "Group leader."

In big letters, at the bottom of the poster.

56 bombings.

50 deaths, 600 injured.

"50 deaths, 600 injured."

Done.

She's the Romanian.

-Olga Bancic. -Yes.

Of course, you won't put her on the poster. Not a woman.

That wouldn't be good.

Cut!

Action!

Make sure the poster is red.

It must be scary

and red is a scary color.

Abraham.

Hello, Mélinée.

I didn't know you were coming.

Guess who I saw the other day?

-Did your wife come too? -No, she couldn't.

-Guess who I saw the other day? -Look at you.

You lost even more hair since last month.

Guess who I saw the other day?

What's in the basket?

It's for the picnic. Let me speak or I'll leave.

Guess who I saw...

No one's holding you back from talking.

Look, my friends are over there.

I'm happy.

Come, I'll introduce you.

Sir,

you play Boczov, right?

Yes.

Abraham, do you remember Boczov?

Of course, the international brigades in Spain.

You knew him?

-Yes, very well. -It's so nice to meet you.

What are you doing with this bike?

I have to go.

If you'll excuse me. Goodbye.

Goodbye. You know,

he was an explosive device specialist

-for the sabotages in Spain. -Right, I remember.

Come, let's go over there.

-Are you Italian? -Not at all.

Are you a guest?

Yes, I'm here for the picnic.

It's that way.

Thank you.

Don't forget this.

Excuse me, miss. I was asked to come here.

I'm Mrs. Alfonso.

My son, Celestino, was on the red poster.

Of course, wait here. Mario!

Come here.

This is Mrs. Alfonso. He will play your son.

I'll leave you now.

-Hello madam. -Hello sir.

I don't look much like him.

He was a bit taller than you are.

Let's meet the others.

What's going on here?

We're planning a party

because we'll make a show about the red poster.

That's why we invited you.

-You were saying? -Right.

I was saying it happened on a Sunday in April, 1937.

We were heading to Nogent by train

and I remember we thought: "This is

"the first day of summer."

And that same day,

Guernica was bombed.

For us all, this was a warning.

It was the cry of a population

calling to our population.

The future of freedom was decided over there.

From Europe, America, all over the world,

these people left for Spain.

Some,

many even,

walked thousands of miles

to join the international brigades.

Among them,

Boczov.

Over there,

the one who's leaving.

There's Jonas Geduldig too,

son of a Polish worker.

At 19, he enlisted in the brigades

and in 1942, in Paris, he joined the immigrant Resistance.

There is Celestino Alfonso too, a lieutenant in the Republican Army.

He joined the Resistance to resume the battle

that started in Spain.

See the girl in white?

That's Olga Bancic.

She left Romania at the age of 20

for political reasons.

Her husband is the poet Alexandre Jar.

-Do you think he's OK? -Of course.

Why do you say "he"?

I'm sure it's going to be a girl.

-What will we call her? -Dolores.

-Like Pasionaria. -Yes.

Lucia, come.

-Come dance with me. -No.

I have a lot of work left to do.

I have to help with the food.

Go ahead, madam. We'll take care of it.

You're an actor, you can't cook as well as I do.

Don't worry, we'll take care of it.

You don't know how to prepare the pasta.

Look at your friend.

He didn't know he had to add salt into the saucepan.

Stay polite when talking about my friend.

I am.

In any case, I can prepare the pasta.

Dance with me?

Can I sit here?

You know, I'm part of the troupe.

I'm an actor.

I play Spartaco Fontanot.

He was Italian, but I'm Romanian.

Do you know Romania?

-No way. -Yes.

You're Romanian?

How perceptive you are.

I will tell you about my encounter with Manouchian.

It was at a ball like this one, in 1934.

A gala was organized by the Assistance Committee

for Armenia.

I was in charge of the checkout.

Mélinée, do you want to dance?

Go, Mélinée. Go dance with Manouchian.

We'll take care of it.

Do you want to see a photo of the woman I love most?

If you want.

Here.

-I don't get it. -Yes.

Look here.

It looks like real blood.

They were heavily tortured.

You know, during the entire trial,

I tried to get news from Celestino.

I read the newspapers, listened to the radio.

All this hate against them...

Once, I got authorization to visit him in jail, in Fresnes.

They made me wait almost all day.

While I was waiting, a prisoner started singing

Le temps des cerises, I think.

I'm not sure anymore.

So the guards shut him up.

Then, all the prisoners

started singing it too.

But I never saw Celestino again.

Look at this photo.

The great deceptions of the Nazis before the war.

You could use this for your stage.

The National Socialism established by Hitler

was to dominate the world for 1,000 years.

That's exactly what we want to show.

-Show it to Georges. -Where is he?

He's putting on his officer costume in the back.

What are you going to play now?

We will play a scene

during which Celestino is interrogated by the Gestapo.

Well,

I don't know if you'll find that of any interest,

but I was once told that

Celestino was interrogated by the Gestapo,

by the French police.

It was always French police officers that interrogated him.

I don't know why, an officer gave him a cigarette.

Celestino took it

and smoked it until he burned his fingers.

Then, he crushed it.

He told the officers: "I'm done.

"You can get to work now."

"The Manouchian group essentially wants to submit

"the entire world to the red terror

"and their actions are

"not only aimed at the German forces

"but also at the French population.

"It must be noted that the French police are showing

"great devotion."

I will hold back from reading a purely descriptive text

mentioning your vicious eyes displaying Jewish sadism,

your hooked noses,

your cauliflower ears and flaxen hair.

You know very well that we chose

these 23 people among hundreds of terrorists for a reason.

For this trial, I needed

typical and above all strong personalities.

And I was right.

Since you've paraded in my office,

I'm starting to know you well and almost appreciate you.

You communists were

our main obstacle from the start.

I've always known it.

Long before Hitler took power.

National Socialism

hasn't really established a political system.

It was the Führer's genius

of going beyond the bankers'

and industrialists' hopes that led him to power.

A few years ago, I set examinations for the officers

and often asked the question:

"What comes after the Third Reich?"

Some answered: "The Fourth Reich, captain."

Nothing will come after the Third Reich.

It will be eternal.

I'm convinced of that.

Well, I'm done.

You can get to work now.

Let's come back to the murder of Dr. Ritter.

Julius Ritter was murdered on September 28th, 1943

at 8:45 a.m. in Rue Pétrarque, Paris.

Hans!

We got him.

-Tell me, how did it go? -Just as planned.

Come on, tell me more.

Hi Mario. You're right on time.

-What's going on? -You'll see.

-What is it? -It's a surprise.

They made a scene about the Resistance.

-With masks? -Yes.

Just like in Commedia Dell'Arte.

I WORK IN GERMANY BE LIKE ME

TRUST US

Polichinelle!

Are you a man or not?

I am a man!

-Then be brave! -But I am brave!

We're almost home.

Let's go!

No!

I can't do this anymore!

I can't do this anymore!

I can't!

I don't want this stroller anymore!

-No! -Yes!

Do you know what awaits you at home?

Do you know what awaits you at home?

Nice and fresh pastasciutta!

I don't care... What?

Nice and fresh pastasciutta?

Jesus! Why are we still here? Let's get going!

Nice and fresh pastasciutta

with real pasta

and real tomato sauce

made with real red tomatoes from Italy!

Red!

Stop screaming that!

We'll all get locked up!

What?

"Red!" Goddamn it!

Red! Red!

Red! Red!

Do you want me to die of fright?

Polichinelle!

You really have no balls!

Me? I have no balls?

I have...

To me, Dad! To me!

-Here, Dad! -I don't want it!

I...

I feel faint...

I'm dying...

I'm dead.

Your papers, beautiful lady.

Here, take that!

And that!

What's going on?

I'll kill you, you wretched thing!

Stop it, beautiful lady!

Or his head will fall off.

I wish it would!

-If only you heard him! -What did he say?

-What did he say? -He said...

-What was it? -What was it?

He said he would join...

Join what?

-He said he would join... -Yes?

Yes?

The Resistance.

The Resistance!

Here, police officers!

Have him!

Take him away from me!

Take him to the dungeon!

Say, you're lucky

to have such parents, otherwise...

Right, otherwise...

We would've intervened.

Go, beautiful lady.

Beautiful lady.

Get on your way and take your child with you.

-We are watching. -We are watching.

-Beautiful lady! -Beautiful lady.

-Your stroller. -Your stroller.

Your stroller.

Goodbye.

Enough now.

Let's go home.

Dad, there's a letter for you!

Here.

A letter for me.

Let's check the signature.

Rino.

It's my brother. He's not dead.

"Dear brother,

"I write these few lines...

"I write these few lines to tell you

"that I was sentenced to a severe penalty.

"You, my family, were heaven to me.

"That's why I sacrificed my life.

"No one must reproach you for anything I did.

"You are strong and robust.

"I know you are brave.

"That's why I don't want you to cry.

"Send my regards to the people I knew.

"Go to the Olympic Club in Argenteuil

"and send my regards to all the athletes,

"from the youngest to the oldest.

"Send my regards to the entire Red Star.

"And I want you to send my regards

"to the Barbera family:

"Vincent, Paulette, Claudie, the mother and father,

"Thomas, Angèle, and everyone in the Parisis hotel,

"at Georges', at Mario's,

"at Gilles', at Bernard's and everyone else.

"Hug Yiyi for me when he comes back, and Dédé Grouin.

"Go to Toni's and have a feast.

"Anyway, do your best.

"I will love you until the last minute of my life.

"Be brave and have faith.

"Rino."

Music!

-Would you like a drink? -No, thank you.

Will you play Rino Della Negra?

Yes, that's me.

I knew Rino very well.

His biggest passion was soccer.

He spent his free time in the Argenteuil club,

kicking the ball.

He was working for Chausson, in Asnières.

And one day, he received an order from the STO,

the Compulsory Work Service in Germany.

So he panicked.

When he heard he would leave for Germany and be away

from his club, the soccer team and his friends,

he preferred to stay here. Of course,

for patriotic and political reasons,

but also simply because he was scared of leaving his team.

So he became a clandestine.

Then, he contacted us. And he became

one of the best elements of our fighting group.

I remember, he was 20 years old

when he was arrested by the French police.

He had just shot two German officers.

Simply put,

Rino embodied the love of life,

youth, and vitality.

-Excuse me. -Of course.

-Could you bring us drinks? -I'm coming.

Thanks.

They arrested Léon's father yesterday.

They probably already shot him by now.

We already know, Thomas. Why say it again?

Why?

Because it's our fault.

When we killed Ritter,

we didn't think there would be hostages.

We knew there would be hostages. So what?

It's awful.

Did you know that Ritter handled the STO?

He organized the forced departure of 600,000 workers.

600,000 workers.

Ritter was a bastard.

He had people shot in the cities and factories.

He got what he deserved.

Someone else will take his place.

We'll kill them too.

Do you greet them now?

They're not the criminals.

All the Germans are murderers.

They'll kill each and every one of them.

I don't feel any hate for the Germans.

You're not a Jew.

Do you know what Ritter said during his speech

about the Armenians?

He said:

"Armenians are not retarded.

"We must treat them like Israelites."

So you see, I'm a bit of a Jew too.

Will this be OK?

Yes, it will be perfect.

I hope it causes havoc.

Come on, move!

Hurry up!

Bunch up in the back, please.

Faster!

Go to the back!

Wolf!

Come on!

Thomas, please hand me the napkins.

What's wrong?

Can't you see what's wrong? In the streets?

They arrest us, herd us into trucks like cattle,

and we just wait for the butcher?

Don't get angry. Do I get angry?

Does your mother get angry? No.

I will never wear this again!

Be patient.

Do you hear me? Never again!

Where are you going?

Sir, the restaurant is closed.

Mrs. Elek?

Yes?

I heard about your restaurant in Spain.

Sit down. I'll get you something.

My name is Joseph Boczov.

So you came here for a good reason.

"Mathiew...

"1942, Paris.

"If you get this letter,

"at least, you'll know that I am still alive.

"We are setting up everything in France

"and it will be a long fight.

"And if by misfortune, we were to lose again,

"I will go elsewhere,

"where I can still fight for freedom.

"You can't imagine how pretty Paris is.

"We dreamed of it together,

"but it's even prettier.

"But I'm in no mood to talk about it.

"The killers in green uniforms

"are everywhere.

"Hug my mother for me

"when you'll see her

"and tell her my throat feels better

"because I always wear my scarf.

"Your friend, Feri. Take care."

What's this?

It's obvious, it's a picnic.

Is it private?

-Private? -Yes, private.

I don't know.

Giancarlo and I were invited.

Giancarlo, he's asking what type of picnic it is.

It's a ball.

A picnic in commemoration of our friends

who died during the war, shot by the Germans.

Stay with us.

There's enough food for everyone.

-No... -Here.

-No, we can't. -Go ahead.

Thank you.

Such resemblance.

Incredible.

Will you be playing Cesare?

Giancarlo!

Look, he will be playing Cesare!

Let me take a look at you.

You look so much like him.

It's exactly how he used to look.

Right before the Germans...

It's not the right age to fight.

All these memories...

Look, I have a picture of him here.

Look at that.

I see it.

But he had no mustache.

And his hair was a bit more curly

on his forehead.

They look alike.

Yes, they do.

Shall we dance?

Yes, can we dance?

Go ahead, you are so young.

My name is Alain. Hello.

Hello, I'm Dolores.

-Are you Spanish? -No.

Why are you wearing this mask?

You will see, miss.

It's a very nice party.

Yet, you're not dancing or talking to anyone.

Maybe I didn't come here to be entertained.

No,

I didn't know your brother-in-law.

Cesare Luccarini.

We were both in the Italian unit.

I see! I was in the Jewish unit.

There were boys who were 16 or 17, like this boy.

Young people have forgotten about all that. Look at them.

They care about motorbikes and many other things.

I remember all of them.

There was Léon Pakin,

Kirschenbaum, Zimmerman,

-and Salek Bot, the violinist. -Bot?

Do you see that young boy on the stage?

With the cello.

He looked just like him.

Every year,

I went to see him play in the conservatoire.

His parents were really proud of him.

Salek Bot.

Torn apart by the bomb...

that he was making himself. He was 16 years old.

Stay seated.

The students with the following names...

The Jews...

Kirsch...

Kirschenbaum.

Where is he?

Stand up when I call you.

Pakin, Goldenberg,

Cohen and Salek Bot.

Well, these students are invited

to leave, as of now,

the Conservatoire National

Supérieur de Musique de Paris

and to never set foot here again. Ever!

Furthermore, they are forbidden

from performing the music

of Johann Sebastian Bach,

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart,

Richard Wagner,

and other German musicians.

We all know that Jews do not have

the soul required to do so.

I don't understand anything.

I don't understand.

Your mom?

Pretty.

Sorry, but we have to go. Goodbye.

Why did you stop?

You had matches, didn't you?

-I wanted to show you something. -What?

The last time I asked a German for a light,

it was an officer.

And instead of telling him Danke schön,

I took my revolver out and killed him.

-Liar. -I've killed three of them like that.

It's like your stories about derailments or bombings.

This would be a nice place to eat. Should we stop here?

Do you believe me when I tell you I love you?

Come on, help me.

Come.

Tell me, what is it?

I don't know how to play the scene of Olga's death.

I just don't know.

I've never experienced war. I don't know death.

I don't know how to do it.

I tried to act like a heroine,

but it's stupid and ridiculous.

It's not authentic.

If I were in that situation,

I'd be scared. I'd cry or scream. I don't know.

I would do something. I don't think

people can die acting like heroes.

I don't know.

You see, just now,

we were talking about a friend

I had in Santiago, in Chile.

He was Chilean.

He was a poet, a singer and he played the guitar.

Before he died, they cut his hand off

and he had the strength and courage

to sing The Internationale.

In front of the entire stadium

in Santiago, he sang The Internationale.

And recently...

It's quite a sad story but that's life.

It's about one of my friends. He was Basque.

He was called Tiki.

In Basque, Tiki means "little."

He was short.

And very recently, in Barcelona,

the Spanish fascists

shot him.

And three hours before he died...

I'll show you

a picture.

This is Tiki.

And...

Three hours before he died, he gave his brother this photo

that says...

What does it mean?

"Tomorrow, when I die, don't cry for me.

"I won't be six feet under.

"I am the wind of freedom."

I've waited for 15 minutes.

-I was about to leave. -We went to the police.

According to the safety instructions,

I shouldn't have waited.

You'll get a low score.

I'm not here for scores, but to fight.

-Is that clear? -Good.

Don't get angry, we still have a lot of time.

Here, eat.

Here is

the engine and here are the cars

that will all blow up together

because I'll place the bomb here.

That way, the rail will blow up.

I didn't have time to try

this method in Spain.

So you'll be all set up in China?

I think so.

Say, the day before yesterday, I saw you with a girl in Châtelet.

You didn't respect the safety instructions.

But she was pretty.

-You're annoyed. -Not at all.

See, Hungarian comrade,

Spartaco is a good partisan,

but he's not like you.

He doesn't like to joke.

They're always on time.

They'll be singing to their death.

Excuse me, dear viewers,

for being so late.

But you see,

during my free time, I campaign

with one of my good friends.

You see, we fight

against the eternal delay of Italian trains.

I came here in person

to present you

our new great show!

Yes, I know,

we could've stopped there

and lived

off the success of our repertoire.

Like the fire in the Reichstag, for instance,

or even

the legend, Horst Wessel.

Do you remember?

What a splendid demonstration!

How propaganda

can turn a crude little pimp

into a real national hero!

What a great era for the entertainment industry!

And if I may use this expression,

this time,

we will be red hot!

Our new show is

a co-production,

French-German.

The Red Poster!

A show that will go down in history in its own genre

with a troupe of professional

and international actors!

Such a casting was never gathered on stage,

not even during the great buffoonery in Munich

in 1938!

See for yourself!

In the lead roles:

Celestino Alfonso,

the matador from Madrid.

Missak Manouchian,

the murderer poet

who dips his quill in the blood of his victims.

Joseph Boczov,

the vampire from Transylvania

converted to explosives!

And in the feminine role,

Olga Bancic,

the Romanian Mata Hari!

And there are others,

many more, Italians,

Polish, etc.

But...

what would actors be

without staging?

This staging

required

over three months

of auditions and intensive rehearsals

in the cellars of the Grand Théâtre!

And I'm telling you,

this show

will be broadcast live

and will be a historical milestone

in the history of tragedy!

And...

you will see

how I,

Goebbels,

producer of the Third Reich,

can put common preconceptions

in their place!

Joseph Boczov, Hungarian Jew,

accused of organizing seven derailments.

Your numbers are wrong.

I organized

twenty derailments,

especially the ones in Château-Chinon, Reims,

-Laval... -Murderer!

Sit down, Joseph Boczov!

Sit down!

Alfonso Celestino,

you fought in the Spanish Red Army.

In the Republican Army, sir!

You are Spanish and you want us to believe

you care about French people?

For workers...

For workers, the country they work in is their country!

We fight for the liberation of all populations!

Sit down! It's not your turn to speak yet!

Murderers!

Celestino Alfonso,

do you admit having participated in the murder of Dr. Julius Ritter

and general Von Schaumburg,

major of Grand Paris?

I also participated in the execution of general Apt.

I executed the collaborators who sold themselves!

I also participated in the bombing against the Chaillot garage!

So you admit being a terrorist

in the foreigners' pay,

a soldier in the army of crime!

I'm a soldier in the Liberation Army!

You hold this trial to smear the Resistance,

making the French think we're murderers.

But I am French, just like you!

I inherited my French nationality!

I wish I could strip you of it!

All my comrades deserved this nationality you're prostituting!

Silence!

Silence!

You've declared war to the entire world!

You wreaked bloody havoc on Earth

but you fascists will soon shake in fear

and so will you, boot-lickers!

You will lose this war!

Tell them.

You sold

and betrayed humanity! You soiled the Earth!

You sold humanity!

Murderers!

You'll never manage to wipe out the Resistance,

because even if one us falls,

twenty will wake up

and rise to replace them!

You will lose this war!

And I'll take this chance to shout:

long live the Liberation army!

Long live the Liberation army!

THE COMMUNIST PARTY

Try to get some sleep.

I am so cold.

Or you'll die before your time.

I'm used to it.

During a game against Saint-Ouen, it was 17 degrees.

They're bringing new prisoners.

Guys, we got some cigarettes.

Thomas.

Are you OK?

Thomas?

I'm scared of dying.

We're all scared of dying.

You must keep in mind,

until the last second, that we chose this death.

It's the combatants' death.

You know what Pasionaria said.

I know.

"It's better to die standing than to live on our knees."

Right.

We all know you're brave.

They're scared of us, Thomas.

They're starting to think we will win.

They put us on trial, but they know

that they're

the ones who will be on trial soon.

And when the time for liberation comes

in a few months, we won't be forgotten.

They'll pay for every soul

and all the deaths.

Come on, Thomas.

We won't be forgotten.

What will it be like, when we'll win?

It will be great.

Will the war and hate be over?

I hope so.

I will always love The cherry season

I will forever keep This season in my heart

An open wound

Although she is on my side Lady Luck

Will never be able to soothe My pain

I will always love The cherry season

And the memories

I keep in my heart

Bravo!

To you, Olga!

Cheers to Romania.

To Romania!

To Italy!

Long live Poland!

To Hungary!

-Long live Hungary. -Amazing.

You know...

this song...

reminds me of my village. Excuse me.

In Transylvania,

with my friends...

at this time of day, we came home from the fields.

We packed hay.

It smelled so good.

And then...

One of us

sang out of tune.

We always sang when we came home.

And one of us sang out of tune.

He was the most popular one.

Girls always answered him when he knocked on their windows.

So when we came home,

we were singing and he was out of tune,

but sometimes, the entire village sang with us.

Why am I telling you this? It's stupid...

My friend is crying now.

I'm crying with joy.

Listen, if the Germans had played the pan flute

in Paris,

they would've found him within five minutes:

he would run to them to listen to it, like a charmed snake.

Come on.

You, Manouchian.

What should we toast to?

To life.

-To life! -To life!

To life!

Poets always find the right words.

Life is the simplest thing ever.

Come on, orchestra!

Stop idling around.

It's raining.

Olga.

Won't you sing with us?

What's wrong?

I made my decision, Alexandre.

We'll take Dolores to the countryside.

She'll get a nanny.

You always refused until now.

Yes, but it's too dangerous.

The police are onto us.

Look at all our comrades who died recently.

None of them talked.

But for us...

If they take her...

We got orders to live apart.

For our safety and our comrades'.

No, not this...

They took it all.

Our freedom in Romania,

our child...

They won't have our love. That's all we have left.

Do you remember?

The first time I saw you was in the theater

and you wore a hat like this one.

No, Olga.

The first time we met was

at Lazare's.

You never remember anything.

It was in the theater.

You were in a Balzac play

and you were so bad at it.

That's not what people said.

Olga, do you remember Joan of Arc?

You turned her into a national hero

who chased all our enemies out of Romania.

"Everything I say and everything I do

"comes to me from God."

"Joan.

"Joan, will you finally admit your heresy?

"Will you admit you blasphemed,

"despised the sacraments

"and idolized the bad spirits you evoked?

"Admit it all, Joan. We beg you.

"Admit your lies

"and you'll be safe."

"Even if I could see the stake in front of me,

"the wood and the executioner,

"the one who will set the stake on fire,

"ready to throw me in it,

"and even

"when I'll be burning,

"I won't tell you anything

"other than what I've told you!

"That's what

"I'll keep saying until I die."

Alexandre...

I'm scared.

I know I won't make it.

"Stuttgart, May 10th, 1944.

"My dear daughter, my beloved darling.

"This is your mother's last letter.

"My darling, tomorrow, at 6 a.m. on May 10th,

"I will be no more."

"I fought for a better humanity.

"I wish I could've lived.

"But you will see the victory,

"you'll experience our ideal.

"My darling, learn the reasons

"why we fought.

"I always have your face in mind.

"I hope you will meet your father.

"I hope his fate will be different.

"I loved you both deeply.

"You were both dear to me."

I received this letter long after, in Romania,

where my father took me during the liberation.

What was your mother like?

I only saw one picture of her.

It was the only one, you know.

I knew your mother well.

It's funny. Abraham,

I don't even remember her nom de guerre.

-Wait. -Do you remember?

Yes, people called her...

-It was... -Helene.

Yes?

Can I ask you something?

Say, during the trial scene,

after the president's line, when he tells Alfonso:

"You are Spanish and you want us to believe

"you care about French people?"

We could add Fontanot's line,

which he said during the trial:

"For workers, the country they work in is their country."

-Can we do that? -Great idea.

Let's start the rehearsal.

Come on, darlings.

Shall we?

-Are you leaving already? -Yes.

-Goodbye. -Will you come back?

Come back to see our show.

-See you soon. -Have a light?

It was nice.

What will your show be called?

The Red Poster.

Will you come see us?

We will.

Ladies and gentlemen!

You should know that the story we will tell tonight is

an old story

that goes far back in time,

very far, in mankind's memory.

You'll have to go back 30 years

to find its origins.

A story that we, actors, didn't experience.

A story that is not in our history books.

Only the poets mentioned it a bit after the war.

This is the story of the Manouchian group.

LIBERATORS?

You will see

how I,

Goebbels,

producer of the Third Reich,

can put common preconceptions

in their place!

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