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"The German police has proof that crew members of a downed enemy plane

"are hiding in the Rethel area. Three of them were identified"

"Anyone hiding these persons or helping them in any way

"will be tried in a German military Court. They risk capital punishment"

Th�r�se Duteil. She got married in 1923

to the owner of a textile factory.

She lives in Paris. His father owned the spinning mill,

at the entrance of the village.

It closed down in 1936.

- What's she been doing here? - A visit to the cemetery.

And getting food supplies too, I imagine.

We know they walked past your house.

I was sleeping.

You listen to the English radio?

No.

You're on our side then.

No. I'm not interested in the war.

You're not interested in our defending ourselves against Judeo-Marxists

and the Anglo-Saxon plutocrats?

No.

What about this?

Interested in that?

Next!

They beat you!

No.

- What did they ask you? - Stupid things.

Where are you going?

- To the station. - Trains are not running.

The village is locked down until they find the aviators.

Yeah and it'll last for some time.

You're going back to les Rochettes or you'll sleep here?

Where's Antoine?

- What? - Antoine.

Antoine?

Well, you know what Antoine's like.

One day here, the other there.

His van's parked in front.

Well, he mustn't be very far then.

What's with the lot of you tonight?

Well?

It's because of the goats.

Go to bed, will you?

I'm taking a load of goats to La Vilette slaughterhouse.

- You're leaving right now? - Yes.

- Well, I'll give it a try. - Antoine...

Take me with you.

If I were you, Th�r�se,

I wouldn't ride with someone the Germans let go about.

Tell her why the Germans gave you an "ausweis"

Ask him, Mrs. Duteil.

They won't let you get through.

Hide me among the goats.

Say...

You're worse than when you were a kid.

Now you remember we were friends.

So you'll take me.

- Goodbye! - Goodbye!

I obey Th�r�se Wissant but not Mrs. Duteil.

Bravo!

Bon voyage, collaborationist!

Bye, Fouillet!

You don't think they're locals?

Me, you know, Antoine,

I sleep.

Do you know what the Duteils are called at home?

I sleep, so I find peace.

They never came back here.

It's true.

You remember St Anne's day?

- You were 15. - Yes.

Your mother forbade you to go.

And my father let me out through the garden gate.

- Your father was great. - Yes.

He set fire to his balloon.

And almost burned the whole forest down.

You were called "mischievious Th�r�se".

Remember?

- What's wrong now? - Nothing.

Your van was working well.

You'll see later.

How do you say "d�charger" and "pousser" in English?

Unload and push. Why?

From the plane, aren't they? Why didn't you tell me?

Drive!

No, I want nothing to do with this.

Drive! When I tell you "go", speed up.

I'll never forgive you.

- Germans? - No, they're not Germans.

Bloody French goats!

Tell them not to speak English.

Tell them to catch the male goat too. I can't.

I don't know the word.

Bloody French goats!

Quiet!

You must get the...

The he-goat, yes I know but I don't know where the hell it is.

BUS STATION

Well? It's cold?

St Eustache church. Repeat it.

- St Eustache church. - Girl in blue, "Signal" in her hand.

Girl in blue, "Signal" in her hand.

Ask her which number won. She'll say: 5.

I'll leave the van here. The Gestapo's got the network.

- Take care of the aviators. - What shall I do with them?

Tell them to get down. The Gestapo's got the van number.

Take them to St Eustache.

Dressed in blue, signal, number 5. No way!

- You're their only chance. - It's none of my business.

I can't believe you've become such a scumbag.

You must get out! Everybody!

Where're we going?

Where are we going?

Come on now! We're not really a goat herd.

Don't speak English.

Five.

Five?

- Five what? - The number. The winning number.

I was supposed to tell you.

The men you expected.

- You're late. - It's Antoine's fault.

He's had trouble. He said he was...

that he was leaving for Reims, to his daughter's place.

Come on, shout it. Let everyone know.

Sorry!

- You'll take care of them. - No way!

Yes. Legendre, drugstore, rue de Varennes.

- You know the password. - I can't, I can't.

- I'm expected at home. - You're expected at home...

If I don't warn the others in time, they'll be caught.

I must find new places to stay at once. Know what that means?

- No. - New recruit, right?

Come on, hurry up. I'll write a report about you.

I'll tell you one thing: it's the last time.

Hide your mustache.

- I'd like worm medicine with chocolate. - I've got some but without chocolate.

And chocolate without worm medicine?

Chocolate without worm medicine?

- How much? - Nothing. Come on, off you go.

Good evening. I'm bringing the packages.

Come this way!

Go up to the first floor.

Cheerio, lads! Wing Commander Hamond.

You're the new boys?

Food's bloody awful but we've got strawberry jam for tea.

Sir! Sub lieutenant Barclay!

All right, stand easy!

I was caught by the F.L.A.K.

They got my machinegunner.

Sorry about that but I'm glad you made it.

A new boy. Find him a place, will you?

He'll be on the 3 o'clock shift.

Are you one of us?

Lieutenant Crampton.

I'm afraid I owe the Air Marshall a new Spitfire.

I'm really sorry.

12 o'clock shift. And that's the lot!

Captain Allan Morley. 342nd Bombers.

Very kind of you to drop by.

We were on the Eastern sector. Have you by any chance seen...

I'm afraid I haven't.

You're one of the first yankees to come here.

We don't see many of you chaps. With the war on and all that.

I'm afraid you weren't on our proposed schedule.

Sorry, old chap. If I'd known, I'd have written.

Could you tell them that these are my things and my suitcase.

Take it.

What are you making? A secret weapon?

No, we're making soap in a quaint oldie wordly sort of way.

Soap? With a smell like that, he'll have to go a long way.

Judging on the smell, you'll have to go a long way yourself.

- This is mine. - Why? This is not for us?

This guy is in charge of laundry.

and Lofty over there is in charge of the tuttle office.

Very simple: we've only got three beds for the whole bleeding lot.

So each chap has to take a whack at it for a few hours.

I see... the tuttle office!

All right. It's yours.

Sorry but I'm afraid we've got a problem with you.

There isn't any more room.

Sort it out! You've been so good to us till now.

Say... Can't you take him to your place?

- No. - Two days.

The network will take charge and take him to Spain.

It won't last more than 48 hours.

No, I really can't.

Thanks awfully, chaps! I believe I'll be toddling off.

There's always one hothead in the bunch.

He has no papers, he'll get caught.

You should have taken him in.

I'm not his mother.

What are you looking for? The Eiffel Tower?

The Southern exit, to go to the Pyr�n�es.

Could you give me a Metro ticket?

Right, come with me.

Don't move.

I'll be back.

You look tired.

Of course, you went back to the Rochettes.

You know it's very unpleasant for Jacques.

He said it again in his last letter.

Our dear farmers haven't realised yet that we're at war?

It's the season of loves there.

Two wrinkles, there, close to your mouth.

It makes you look much older.

It's the disgust line.

Mother phoned.

Lucie is taking the veil.

This was to be expected.

Mischievous Lucie...

Mischievous? My sister?

You can't be serious!

A cell in exchange for a cell.

She might learn how to laugh at the convent.

And you? Already up in arms.

Business lunch.

Someone has to look after the family business.

Which family?

Yours,

Th�r�se Duteil.

I had forgotten.

I'm here to remind you.

"Bon app�tit" then.

May I?

I look like a judge.

I can't thank you enough for what you all did for me.

The farmers and the guy who drove the van.

Me? I have nothing to do with the Resistance.

Of course, it's a secret organization.

But how can I reach Spain?

I don't know.

- I'm mixed up in this by chance. - By chance? What do you mean?

You looked so

disoriented and lost

in front of the Metro map.

And everyone knows that soldiers are quite unable to read a map.

I haven't introduced myself: Captain Allan Morley, U.S. Air Force.

And I'm Th�r�se Duteil. You're a captain?

You must have many responsibilities.

Right now, it's of no importance.

We were flying back to our base, fat, dumb and happy.

Sorry, that's aviator's slang.

I was flying a fortress and now after 43 missions,

I was foolishly shot down by some crummy 109.

The more important is that you're safe and sound.

I don't know about the others.

I saw Pat parachuting, but the rest...

- Who's Pat? - My mechanic.

I think he got off all right.

Wait! I'll help you.

You're my guest. Let me do it.

What part of America are you from, Mr. Morley?

- Wyoming. - It's in the West?

- You're a cowboy? - Yes,

I work on my father's ranch.

You've got

brothers?

Brothers and sisters.

How many?

Two of each.

And

when the war is over, you're thinking of going back and

and live with your family?

I don't know.

When you've been flying, it must seem dull.

You think of

of your comrades?

There might be news about them soon.

- I'll go to the drugstore. - No, out of the question!

If you're caught, you'll be shot.

You too.

No. I shall be a prisoner of war.

Geneva Convention.

You're taking a much bigger risk than I.

That will be a conversation subject for dinner.

Who played the hero here?

You or me?

There... there.

Thank you.

You, now.

- No. - No!

It is not necessary.

Right.

- You listen to the English radio? - I swear I don't.

- Everybody listens to it these days. - I don't.

You surprise me. In a pleasant way.

This must be the first time.

I said: this must be the first time.

It's true.

You're courageous. One only meets people who want to turn the corner,

as they say.

But

you too, you traded a lot with the Germans.

It's not the same. They were already our customers before the war.

You don't need anything now.

So the villa in Royan...

- Can I see the list? - Wait! Wait!

That pretty hairdo!

You should listen to the English radio.

With that helmet above her forehead, she looks like...

They say that the industrialists who worked with the Germans will be tried.

The sign of death.

There's a list.

They say that some heads will roll.

And you're on the list?

I'm going.

You'll be there when I take the veil?

My poor Lucie...

To see your head being shaved? You've already been fleeced down.

Th�r�se!

I'll make you pay for this.

What with?

Lucie! I'll go with you.

Goodbye, Lucie.

Take care.

It should fit.

What's wrong with you? Is it because of me?

No. No, it's just family issues.

It's nothing.

Say...

What do you do when you can't take it anymore?

I comply with the regulations, even if I don't approve.

- What if I haven't got any? - Everything follows rules.

Winds, tides.

Tears that fall from a woman's eyes obey the force of gravity.

Today the law compels me to fight. I hate it.

Absolutely. But I didn't say no to war.

A time always comes when a man must choose between lying down and fighting.

You can't avoid choosing by locking yourself in a grave.

I learned that at my own cost.

I've always had it tough: problems because I lived fast

or because I didn't pay my debts, let alone because of girls.

That's why you became an officer?

You know, flying is the first thing that I liked

enough to comply with the rules.

- Do you understand? - No.

- I don't like rule makers. - Rule makers?

Are there any in your life?

Lots, yes.

You can't escape from them?

No.

Isn't there some place where you can go?

No.

There's a place though

where people know me and like me.

But I am not allowed to go.

Do you know what I would call my little sister?

Miss Snob.

Just like you.

I'm sorry we're not allowed more bread.

Here in France, the master of the house is

the one who serves wine.

Excuse me. I'll be back soon.

Here!

Come!

Maria? Are you here?

Stop on the second floor as you go down

and tell Miss Duteil that you took the children down to the cellar.

It's been like that several times.

Hadn't you better get down into the shelter?

No.

War is something strange.

It may be my group throwing bombs on us.

When they know I was there watching them,

they won't believe it.

If my sister-in-law heard I was hiding an American aviator,

she wouldn't believe it either.

In Wyoming... It is Wyoming, isn't it?

Yes.

- You've got a family? - Yes.

And a fianc�e or...

No, no fianc�e.

I've met two girls in England.

Two girls?

Of course, as a captain, you're allowed two girls at least.

No, what I meant was

there was a girl at the base and another one in London.

It's the way it is.

Which one did you love, the London one or

the one at the base or... both?

Well you know, the conditions we live in are such

that we don't talk much about this.

What did you speak of?

Between our flights and the difficulty of getting leave,

there's not much time left to speak.

You're staying here?

- Where are the children? - Down in the cellar, with Marianne.

- She could have told me. - I told her to.

You're not going down, of course.

No.

It was my sister-in-law. She lives in the flat below.

My husband is a prisoner in Germany.

I'm sorry.

I'd feel better if you went down to the shelter.

You had better go down.

Th�r�se!

There you are!

All your comrades left this morning.

Nice clothes!

Yes, one of my friends gave them to me.

A Swede, he lives in Montparnasse. He is a painter.

He is known in New York.

You Americans are resourceful.

- Do you know who Pat Riley is? - My mechanic?

- Yes. - You've got news?

He is upstairs. Come!

Hey, Pat, is that you?

Where did you get yours?

A woman gave them to me.

A woman? Where've you been?

Tell me about her.

There's nothing much to tell.

Good morning!

I've come about Allan Morley.

The American who wouldn't stay here.

I finally put him up at my place.

I'd like to know what's organized for getting him to Spain.

I must tell him

what day he leaves, the time of the train

and who'll go with him.

I know nothing.

Tomorrow night, train 1023

1023, to Toulouse.

at 20:00, Austerlitz station.

What about Thompson and the rest of the crew?

Do not insist, there's no one upstairs.

Thompson jumped third and they all came down...

Very interesting but I must take care of your I.D.s

Our false ID cards are more genuine than the real ones.

Only, you always forget your names.

Remember that from now on, your name is Van Doren.

- Right, Van Doren. - Van Doren.

And you were born in Antwerpen.

- I see. - Belgium.

And now, Mr. Van Doren, photograph.

- You paint? - No.

- Your family's in Sweden? - No.

- Where do you live? - At the Trocadero.

I'm sorry, madam. I can't help you.

You really don't realize what you're doing to that man who's waiting.

Are you sure?

Alan?

Learn this by heart.

It's a guy's address in Toulouse.

If things go wrong, he'll help you.

But as he is not part of the network,

- you'll need money. - We've got money.

Try that, it's my home brew.

You drink this stuff?

Grandmother's recipe!

Turn off ignition before the crash.

So, this how you sleep?

I've started the 24th episode

of the story of Prince Cuddle and the German general.

See? This one is the German general.

And those two are one-eyed.

They've both lost their left eye.

Except one whose right eye is dead.

- What's Genevra doing? - She's sleeping.

Still sleeping?

If she sleeps all the time, she won't be much help to the Prince.

- He found a trick. - Quiet, Jacques!

He dressed up as an Indian.

We'll tell you the rest tomorrow.

Yes, very good idea.

You can tell me about it tomorrow because now it's bedtime.

And you're going to sleep.

It's no use, we'll be woken up by the air raid sirens.

There aren't air raids every night.

This evening, there's bound to be one.

And we'll hear it when it happens.

Is that right?

Aunt Agathe told me that...

Yes, I know what she says. Well, good night.

Hello, Legendre Pharmacy?

- Yes? - Mr. Legendre, please.

Who's asking?

Mrs. Duteil.

The person to whom you said yesterday:

in the group, there's always a hothead.

Hello?

Now that we've got our ID card, we can start our operation.

What operation?

Our operation.

I got the tip from the RAF guy.

Let's see.. There's a little place in quiet part of the town.

Drinks and plenty of dames.

What do you say? Coming with me?

We're right here, you see,

and the bar is right there.

Two minutes away. What do you say?

This is Paris, remember?

We're off limits, you know.

Well, what did I...

Th�r�se...

I love you.

I don't know why but...

but I love you.

You're drunk.

Yes.

Yes, you're drunk.

I want to talk to you.

Th�r�se!

Th�r�se!

Did you hear the news?

The Germans themselves are hinting at it.

The Allies' landing is only a matter of...

of weeks.

We'll have to make decisions.

Do you know what time it is?

Agathe,

give me back the key to the apartment.

I find it intolerable that you should come in

at any time, day or night without asking.

This is my home.

Really, going to Les Rochettes doesn't do you any good.

He is back!

He came back at night. He played the piano.

You'll be late for school.

Come on, quickly!

You'll be coming to my place. Maria will get your things this afternoon.

And you'll sleep down there tonight.

- I don't want to. - You'll do as you're told.

I'll think about it.

I must leave, Th�r�se.

I'm late. I've just woken up.

My train leaves at 8 and I've seen that

I can go to the Gare d'Austerlitz on the subway.

Th�r�se,

you must forgive me for last night.

I want to thank you for everything.

What are you doing?

You don't think I'll let you go on the Metro by yourself, do you?

You really want to be arrested?

I'm curious to know though

how you managed to come back last night.

Where were you?

At the pharmacy.

- The train to Toulouse? - Platform 1.

Quickly!

ACCESS TO THE PLATFORM, ONE 50 CENTIMES COIN. LOWER THE HANDLE

- Where? - There!

Let me through, please. The machine is out of order.

All day, I thought they'd got you.

The train's ready to leave.

What's the first station?

- Les Aubrais. - Is it far?

Not so far.

What time do we get there?

- One thirty. - Thank you.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Th�r�se, why did you get on the train?

You can't!

What's the matter?

That man...

I saw him the other day, in the drugstore.

Might be a coincidence.

I think I'd seen before.

You think he's watching us?

The Gestapo may be at my place

If they caught all the others, we must be in danger.

They'll catch us at the demarcation line.

We mustn't stay in this train. Does it stop before Vierzon?

- Les Aubrais. - We must find Pat.

He doesn't know he is in danger.

If he's on the train, he is in the last carriage.

Don't mind me!

- Would it hurt you to apologize? - He is deaf.

- Your man can't answer? - He's deaf!

This is the last carriage and there's no trace of him.

If we can't find him at Les Aubrais. It means he isn't on the train.

If he got on, he must be looking for us.

I'll help you find him and go back home.

All right.

Shame on you, you only think of food.

No wonder France was vanquished.

There goes the progeny of the Verdun soldiers!

He must have found out how to leave the station. He must be waiting outside.

- But where's the exit? - I don't know.

The way out, please. The way out?

It's a German car.

Let's go!

O clement God, O protective God

Save, O save France

In the name of Christ's Sacred Heart.

Save, O Save France,

In the name of Christ's Sacred Heart.

Have mercy, O Lord

For our homeland,

we pray before this altar.

Her arms bound, our faces bruised

France looked towards the Heavens

O clement God, O protective God

Save, O save France

In the name of Christ's Sacred Heart.

Save, O save France

In the name of Christ's Sacred Heart.

Have mercy, O Lord

On so many fragile men

Outraging you without knowing what they do

Have Christ's seal reappear

in indelible lines on their foreheads

O clement God, O protective God

Save, O save France

In the name of Christ's Sacred Heart.

Save, O save France

In the name of Christ's Sacred Heart.

Vierzon.

- I don't trust our identification papers. - Why not?

Look! Let's get down on the track.

We'll come back.

All passengers wanting to get across the demarcation line

are requested to show their...

to be checked by occupation authorities.

Get your IDs ready.

Get into the compartments. Clear the corridor!

Clear the corridor! Get ID's ready.

Identity check. Come on!

Go inside. The train's about to leave.

Shove off!

Get out of the way!

- Get IDs ready. - Get out of the aisle, please.

- Get IDs ready. - Get IDs ready.

Don't stay here.

Don't stay in the aisle.

Get IDs ready!

What's going on?

I've lost my ID card.

Are you sure?

Thank you.

I hope not to have to do it for you one day.

They're looking for you everywhere.

Lucky they didn't think of this car.

You can't stay here.

We can help you. There's a mail train to Perpignan.

You could go there.

Where's Perpignan?

It'll take us near the Spanish border. But from there,

we'll be on our own.

Let's go to the address the pharmacist gave us.

The pharmacist was arrested.

He said that we should go there in case of trouble.

Is it easy to get out of here?

It can be arranged. But you'll have to be careful outside.

LIBERATORS?

Excuse me. Cours Billon, please?

- Next stop. - Thank you.

Next stop.

Hello!

Very pretty!

Prosecutor Jasseron has been executed.

- One less bastard! - Ten bullets in his belly.

- Good! - In the belly, it hurts a lot.

They said they'd get him. They got him.

He had just had two resistant fighters sentenced to death.

Last name, first name.

Van Doren, Joseph.

Born where?

In Antwerp, Belgium.

May 161915.

Father's name?

Albert.

Please...

- Me? - Yes.

You too.

Th�r�se Wissant.

130, avenue Henri Martin, Paris.

You're wanted by the Gestapo

for being involved in the murder

of one of its agents.

Last night.

In the Paris-Toulouse express.

This case is not the concern of the French Police.

However,

we're very much interested in Sophie.

I don't know any Sophie.

Unfortunately for you,

four of your agents were arrested last night.

You don't know?

Have you ever been to the Legendre Pharmacy?

In Paris?

Yes, I may have bought some aspirin there.

Aspirin?

Let's not waste our time.

There's also this supposedly Flemish tradesman

who travelled with you.

I travelled alone.

My colleague, Inspector Lerat, is questioning him.

These last years, Lerat was not as lenient as

Grivois or myself

for the French let's say

led astray by their political passion. Lerat is somewhat brutal.

Resistance sentenced him to death.

He has nothing to lose. He'll make your companion talk.

As for me, I'm very happy

to get acquainted at last with the famous

Sophie.

For three years,

we've tried in vain to catch you.

Sophie!

I don't know what you're talking about. I'm leaving.

I'm leaving.

Come on! Come on! Keep quiet.

Sophie...

I didn't think you were so emotional.

Yes, of course, I know. The journey was tiring.

The waiting. The heat.

A glass of water?

You'd rather have beer maybe.

A cigarette. I'm sure you smoke.

Well... Feeling better, aren't you?

I wish you no harm. On the contrary.

What we, the French Police, are mostly interested in

is Titus.

Titus?

Yes, Titus.

Yes, Titus ran away to Toulouse. He's cut off from the network.

You're here to re-establish liaison.

Give me Titus and I'll sort out your little problem.

It's dad's horse. He is dead.

All right. You take me to Titus.

Well... to the place where you're to meet.

I've got a letter rogatory from Paris for both of you.

I'll send you there at once.

Thus you stay in French hands.

I don't need to be more specific.

Bogus questioning, bogus answers.

Bogus cross-examination, bogus confrontation.

You win three months.

The Anglo-Americans are in Bellegri.

The Soviet Army is on the Danube.

Three months.

For you, it means staying alive.

For Titus too.

Legendre the pharmacist,

his employee Germaine Richet,

Genevi�ve Fer�dia,

St Eustache church.

They're all in the Gestapo's hands.

By the way,

your friend Antoine

Leriche

didn't react well to their questioning methods.

He jumped out of the window.

From the fifth floor.

Dead.

I'll let you think things over.

An American, Alan Morley, Air Force.

ID number 85843.

Not very talkative.

Wouldn't even say his rank.

But he will.

Why were you in the same train as Sophie?

I'm a nice guy.

I only want to know what you were doing in Toulouse this morning.

What I need to know is the name of the guy Sophie came to see.

Don't! We don't do this.

You're a lucky guy.

The commissioner is strict about principles.

But it won't prevent him sending you to the Gestapo.

They've got scientific methods for deflating braggarts.

They'll squeeze you like a lemon in no time at all.

And they'll make you unload everything you know about the others.

And after that,

military court.

Murder of a high-ranking civil servant,

in the hour following the sentence,

bang, bang!

And they'll bury you.

Aren't you scared?

Don't worry,

the Germans will have taken care of you before your pals come and catch me.

Those bandits!

You're just like me:

you're scared stiff.

When they question you,

you'll pray God to move your final hour forward.

What do you mean?

It means "shit!"

We'll have to bring him face to face with Sophie.

There's no evidence that they know each other.

- No! - Tough, isn't he?

Yes.

You've thought things over?

Of course.

So?

I was thinking about the death

of the prosecutor. What was his name?

Jasseron. He was too committed.

- He was. - That's the point.

Perhaps he didn't anticipate the turn.

Because, yesterday it was P�tain,

tomorrow it will be De Gaulle

but today is the time to anticipate the turn.

And I'm an opportunity.

The ideal opportunity.

She's fallen into your office,

Sophie herself. You should bless the Heavens.

The Flemish is American.

Give me Titus.

I must cover my back. My colleagues are watching me.

Now is the time for exchanges.

It's the only solution for you.

As it is for me.

There's another one. A bullet in your belly like Jasseron.

There will be no way out of it and you won't have to wait long.

What's in it for you?

In the belly, it hurts a lot.

There's a third solution.

I'll let the Gestapo take care of you.

- The American? - He messes things up.

Do you know her?

No.

Do you know him?

You don't know him?

Not even the recognition of the belly!

Always ready to defend his love.

So you think they know each other.

Time to write our report.

No!

The Gestapo will get them?

No, I'll drive them myself.

Choice catch! And I want to be thanked by the Gestapo.

Shall I come with you?

No. Tarbes phoned,

the Milice Headquarter is being attacked

I don't trust the local police.

Gather ten men and go there at once.

But don't worry,

I'll tell them you were the one who identified the American.

Thank you.

- Who's driving the van? - Suchard.

You come with me.

- They think I'm Sophie. - They spoke to me about her too.

- Who's she? - I don't know.

She must be a leader of the Resistance.

Antoine... You remember Antoine?

- The guy with the van? - Yes.

He spoke to me about her.

Are you all right?

I'm all right.

We've been followed since the beginning, you know.

To the church, to the pharmacy, to the house.

They knew exactly what we did.

But they think I'm Sophie and want to know more.

I don't know how brave I am.

I would have spoken.

I'm no hero.

The only hero I knew is Antoine.

And he's dead.

I didn't know.

I'm glad to have known you.

Me too.

Allan,

You remember the night when

you came back drunk.

It was Pat's fault.

And when

I took you back to your room.

And

I covered you up with lace.

You were whistling this tune...

And you almost kissed me.

It was the night when I told you that I loved you.

And that you didn't know why.

I would tell you...

Two hundred meters from here, on the right,

the road to St Gaudens.

The area is full of resistance fighters.

Don't get caught again.

I wouldn't be able to help you.

Nor help myself.

What's going on?

When the time comes, remember Commissioner Marboz.

Marboz. M-A-R-B-O-Z.

Why?

Why did he let us go?

Is it a trap?

No, saving us, he hopes he's saving himself.

I'll explain.

What shall we do now?

Following the St Gaudens road, we'll reach the mountains

and in the mountain, we'll find the fighters.

I've got nothing left. They've taken all my money.

Three francs fifty.

- I can buy you a glass of lemonade. - O.K. We'll see what comes next.

This must be what they built the Atlantic Wall with.

I've got much better ones. With vanilla cream.

But be warned, they're not cheap.

I bet you'll like them.

What are you doing here?

I'm an American, an American aviator.

Where are you going?

I'm going to Spain and from there to London.

I hope.

The last American they sent us was that guy from Frankfurt.

Before I offed him, he told me.

She's French, she helped me get here.

Th�r�se!

Hello!

We escaped from Toulouse yesterday night

The Gestapo's looking for us.

- When did you leave Toulouse? - Yesterday.

With these shoes, you pedaled all night.

Yes.

You've got your pilot's tag?

What?

My ID tag? The police took it from me.

It was the same with the kraut from Frankfort.

It's easy to check: take him to Gordon.

And the broad?

If it's o. k. for him, it's o. k. for her.

What if it's not o. k.?

We won't let them get back to report our position.

I'll see to it.

Come!

We have to be suspicious. We've already had serious trouble.

Take him to Gordon's. Her to HQ, to Marie's.

She'll take care of you.

There may be an American with them.

They won't keep you long.

- They'll take you where I am. - Yes.

I'll wait for you there.

Take the bikes!

Up there!

I'm very happy to see you. Morley's the name.

There'll be time for the social manners later.

If you pass your interrogation.

Come off it now. We're both Americans. Let's not play any games.

I'm not playing a game, Mr. Morley.

You're gonna leave this tent a living American or a dead spy.

I'm the kind of a man who doesn't take any chances.

All right, let's get off with it.

You know where to begin: name, rank, number.

Captain Allen Morley, U.S. Air Corps, 808.543.

Home address?

M Ranch Gruss Hill, Wyoming.

Wyoming? I've never been West of the... What?

Of the Mississipi, I guess.

In Wyoming, I believe people usually say:

West of the Rockies.

Sure they do, but you see I live in the Eastern part so it's natural...

Schoolboy!

When I say "schoolboy", it must mean something to you.

"Schoolboy" doesn't mean a damn...

Schoolboy Rowe! Pitcher for the Cardinals!

Phillies!

I played a lot of base ball but I don't follow the game.

It may be funny to you, Mr. Morley, but it's not funny to me.

Where did you go to school?

University of Michigan.

- Fraternity? - Sigma Nu.

In Michigan, what position did Paul Chrristian play?

Christman never played for Michigan and you know that as well as I do

He played for Missouri.

- Do you know about American folklore? - Quite well, I guess.

Give me the second line of "Home on the Range".

"Give me a home Where the buffaloes roam

"Where the deer and the antelope play

"Where seldom is heard

"A discouraging word

"And the skies are not cloudy all day"

Relax! Sorry I put you through it. We play for keeps here.

Untranslated subtitle -

My name's Major Gordon. I'm OSS.

I got in here last month.

You got yourself a nice place.

Shall I give you a drink?

No thanks, I haven't eaten for a few days and...

Some coffee?

That'd be great!

You're in luck, captain. One of my men will take you across the pass.

You can get on the convoy that left for Fort Vieux half an hour ago.

You'll have to leave right away. You have to hurry.

But what about that French woman who's been traveling with me?

She's made a personal sacrifice. The police are chasing her.

She can't go home.

She can stay here, the maquis will take care of her.

I'd like to take her to Spain with me.

Only allied miltitary soldiers and resistants on special mission

can cross the border.

You're the only American here, Major?

That's right.

Would you like to have yourself another good man?

Maybe but I'd like to have someone to talk base ball too.

I'd like to stay.

You seem to have a personal mission to want to stay here.

I do and I want to stay.

If you do, it'll be contrary to regulations

and I'll turn you in for desertion.

You're a real Army man, aren't you? West Point and all that.

Exactly!

I want to see that French woman first.

Impossible. You want to catch that convoy, you must leave now.

You'll get something to eat down at Fort Vieux.

You gonna need that ticket.

Yes, Sir!

Take Captain Morley to the drop-off point.

Yes, Sir!

- Can I have something to eat? - No, no, no.

Go!

Well, captain... Goodbye and good luck.

No hard feelings?

The time for social manners is later. After the war.

This is London.

Being a courier is hard.

Tonight I'll have

walked for 14 hours.

- You must know what it feels like. - Yes.

You've been doing this for long?

Two years but I came here a few months ago.

Before, I would sleep at home.

- The American is far from here? - Gordon?

The other side of the valley.

You're married?

My husband was caught.

Sent to a concentration camp.

- You've got children? - Three.

I haven't seen them since I left home.

Through the window.

Drink up! This is good milk.

The captain would be mad if I went away to kiss them.

Men who want to see their wives and children,

best way to get caught.

I've got children too.

How many?

Two.

I can't go back home either.

They're with your parents?

No.

My father's dead.

- He was killed? - No, he killed himself.

He had a factory. They took it away from him.

Family drama, you know...

She's free.

She can't go home.

She can stay here if she wants to.

We're left quiet here. The Krauts don't come into the forest.

- And if there's trouble, we're here. - What about the American?

He's been checked. He's genuine.

- What's he doing? - He's lucky.

A group is going across the border. Tomorrow at dawn.

He'll join them at Pont-Vieux.

- He said nothing for me? - He had no time.

�tienne took him on his motorbike.

You'll be all right here. Summer's coming.

The forest is beautiful.

More courier work, keep up the service.

Yes and

as for bike-riding,

I'm a specialist.

I might be able to...

I might be able to join a group.

And the guy who's waiting for me says that...

he knows a shortcut through the mountain

and that it's my only chance to catch up with the group.

Yes, I know.

It's wonderful!

It's just what we wanted.

Go now!

Yes.

Go now!

I'll be back.

Th�r�se!

Hello, Hello! The Spokesman of Fighting France speaking.

For the first time, I'm speaking on French soil

This morning at dawn,

we landed on the Norman coast with the Allied commandos.

From the first freed part of the Homeland.

I'm telling you:

here, anger, humiliation, anger, suffering,

sacrifices, nothing will have been

nothing will be in vain

France, part of the fight,

will be part of the victory.

Subtitles by cinephage and nottsforest.