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A JEW MUST DIE
LOOSELY ADAPTED FROM
JACQUES CHESSEX'S NOVEL A JEW MUST DIE
A FILM BY JACOB BERGER
SWISS WRITER JACQUES CHESSEX IS AGED 8 IN SPRING 1942.
IN THE TOWN OF PAYERNE HE WITNESSES EVENTS THAT HE'LL NEVER FORGET.
-Take the luggage to Sainte-Croix. -Yes, sir.
They ran away.
Jacques Chessex is with us, in duplex from our studio in Fribourg.
Hello and thank you for being with us.
-We seem to have a connection issue. -Hello.
Over to Michel Zendali and his guests.
Is it a great book?
I think Chessex has staged his exit and I think it is quite well done
because the first part is first-rate Chessex.
The second part is a liturgy,
-shit, basically. -The next part is again Chessex
as an artist who is above us and who is a pain in the ass.
As always, he is a poser, as in all his recent books
and it's getting boring because you get a Chessex
who always seems to be saying: "Look at what I am going to do next."
With Chessex, you must separate two things.
His style is very good,
however, the content is poor.
There is a toxic side,
a viscous side that I don't like.
I don't find it toxic at all.
I even think there is a lot of irony
-and it is full of anecdotes. -I like the idea.
I like the idea
of mocking us like that.
It is extraordinary.
He has a way of blending lyricism
and the harshness of words
and it is this combination that makes his style.
I will always remember his greasy comb in his back pocket.
He is not as classy as Bouvier, we agree.
It is not the same work, not at all.
Shame he goes out like that.
-Do you think? -For his work, yes, it is a shame.
You can't even see
how delicate the descriptions are....
SILENCE SHOW BEING RECORDED
Jacques.
Jacques.
Put this on.
It is cold.
-Work hard, sweetie. -Yes.
-Goodbye, mom. -Off you go.
See you tonight.
-What the heck is going on here? -Director.
Why are you disturbing the whole neighborhood? It is 7 a.m.
People are a bit deaf here, we need to wake them up.
We are not in Germany, here.
Not yet.
Jacques, come.
-Have a nice day, darling. -Madam.
Keep going.
Stop.
Go.
Now, it is over.
Finished. Do you get it?
What is going to happen to us?
Be reasonable.
It is not over.
Son of a bitch.
Gentlemen.
Sir.
Sit down.
For the land sale, I would have liked the father to be here.
He is sick.
Anyway, we decide.
-Very well. -The Pacôts plot.
Here.
Are you sure?
CHEESE SHOP BUTCHER
Ribs or shank?
Thanks.
-Hello. -Hello, madam.
I would like these two pieces wrapped separately, please.
And six eggs.
May I?
Thanks.
Hello.
-Are you hungry? -What?
I am asking if you are hungry.
What are you saying?
I bought you a piece of cheese. Take it.
You can eat it, that way you will stop following me.
Am I following you?
Yes, you have been for 20 minutes.
Are you crazy?
What is that?
"Butcher, ribs, oxtail."
Is it poetry maybe?
Stop following me.
So?
I think I scared her.
The pastor sent photos with a list.
There, on the workbench.
What do I have to do?
Are there some you know?
Yeah.
Write down their address, if you know it.
Ballotte! Robert! Go and set up the target.
Yes, sir.
Not too far.
Behind the target, the photos.
One.
And two.
Not bad. Here, Ballotte.
Zero.
Zero.
Have to teach you all over again.
You guys can laugh.
Go on, Fritz, your turn.
And you, Fernand?
Right eye.
Left eye.
Left boob.
Right boob.
Left ball.
Right ball.
Reload.
Cohen, Emile.
Edelstein, Maurice.
Dreyfus, Jacob.
Bladt, Jean.
No, he's too famous.
He rips off everyone with his department store.
Gunzburger, Rodolphe.
Gunzburger?
Isn't he married to Bovet's sister?
So what? Which one?
Brunschwig, Leon?
-No, he sells horses to the army. -Bloodsucker.
And finally, Bloch, Arthur.
Isn't he nice?
Arthur Bloch.
-He is not from around here. -From Berne.
-He's the cattle seller. -Seen his wallet?
So?
Bloch?
So?
-Did you go to the German legation? -Yes.
They gave me their word, you would be appointed gauleiter,
prefect of the northern region.
Very good.
What about the uniform?
Will I get a uniform?
Let's deal with our business first.
Good evening, madam, good evening, sir.
-Good evening. -Hello, young man.
Come in, through here.
-Lucienne. -Good evening.
-Good evening. -Good evening, Alice.
Are we late?
Oh no, I told you 7:00 p.m. because of the curfew.
We solved it by putting a drape behind the entrance
to not have to switch on and off all the time.
Let's go into the living room.
Thanks.
Give me your coats.
-Yes, thanks. -Take off your coat.
Jean is at the store, he should arrive soon.
Your husband never stops.
A department store is a commitment.
-Would you like a drink? -Yes, please.
What can I get you?
Sophie, please serve the drinks.
Take a seat, I am coming.
Thanks.
Jacques.
So, the train leaves Vevey, but shortly after,
it stops suddenly and everyone falls over
and people run to the window to see what is going on.
Who pulled the alarm bell?
Is someone not feeling well?
Did a desperate young man throw himself under the train?
Arthur, please.
Let me tell the story, Myria.
So, what was it?
-Elephants. -What?
Elephants?
They crossed the railway line
and they went to take a bath in the lake.
What is this about?
I could not believe my eyes either,
but I saw five elephants,
daddy elephant, mommy elephant, aunty elephant,
big sister elephant and baby elephant.
They were showering with their trunk.
They squirted water like a fireman's hose.
Everyone in the train was stunned.
He always tells this story.
He made it all up, I think.
"Made up?" Never, it is genuine.
Were they Alexander the Great's elephants
or the survivors of Hannibal's campaign?
There are no elephants in Switzerland.
Of course there are.
There are, in Switzerland.
Do you know where?
The Knie circus.
Were they wild?
They became wild.
They left the circus
because they wanted to bathe in the Leman lake.
When an elephant wants something,
he does it.
But what did you do?
I watched
and this lovely image stayed in my head.
Now, I have finished.
To the elephants' health.
To the elephants' health.
The third in two years.
That leaves 35 workers without a job.
More sorry souls with nothing to do idling in cafes.
-The army will send them back. -Not all of them.
Are you Jewish?
Jacques, can you be quiet?
Jacques, come and see me.
Come.
We are all Jewish here, my dear.
Apart from you maybe
and possibly your father and your mother.
You are in a minority tonight.
Maybe we could go to the living room.
Jacques, where are you?
Jacques.
What are you doing?
Come here immediately.
What are you doing?
Oh, my God.
These are gunshots, aren't they?
It sounds like it.
What is going on?
My God.
There, a bullet mark.
Aim the light here.
We let in without any precaution political refugees,
common law criminals, Jews,
who suck the blood of farmers.
Who has infiltrated our army cavalry where 50% of officers
now have a hooked nose, a bister complexion and frizzy hair?
I ask the question again,
what are we going to do to show our loyalty to Adolf Hitler
who will be 53 years old in 15 days?
Here, we bleed the pig before Easter.
So, to the new Europe.
To the new Europe.
I hate this town.
Myria, please.
Can't you see what is happening around you?
In Vienna, aunt Laure was evicted from her apartment.
They will send her to a camp in Theresienstadt.
-Your aunt always exaggerates. -Exaggerates?
Myria, this is Switzerland.
Don't you think all the money
coming out of your pockets makes people jealous?
You always have money spilling out.
But what do you want me to do?
Everyone knows me here.
When Germany wins, who will know you?
Careful.
What is this?
My God.
Myria.
Are you crazy?
Have you ever shot a man, soldier?
No, sir.
Do you want to dance? Come on, dance.
It is fine.
It is fine.
He is a lunatic.
Leave him.
Let's go and sit down.
Stay here.
Go on, don't stop.
THIS IS THE ENEMY!
Oh, my God. This can't be true.
What happened?
Jacques, come here.
-Jacques, can you get the clothes? -Yes, I will try.
-What's your name? -He is called Simon.
Wait.
Put this on.
Who did this?
Pupils from school?
Tell me.
Who did that? Tell me.
Who was it?
Was it you?
Was it you?
Come with me.
Was it them?
Why don't you say anything?
Was it him?
-Did you tie up this boy? -No, it was not me, sir.
Come with me.
Let's see about that.
Was it them?
Say it.
Was it you?
Was it you?
Who tied that boy to a tree?
Who whipped his back?
Who took away his clothes?
This is Switzerland.
Is that clear?
I don't want you to see the mechanic's daughter anymore.
Do you understand me?
Jacques.
Jacques, shall we go into the woods?
No thanks, I am sick.
You don't look sick.
Don't be silly, come. Go on, come.
Come.
Come on then.
Come on now. Don't be scared.
Come on.
Come on, pull.
Jacques, wait. Wait.
Cut.
Look, it is my father.
Hello.
Come on, kids, I will take you home.
It is starting to rain. Come on, Elisabeth.
Come on, climb in.
Are you cold? Come.
And Ballotte, papa?
I will come back and get Ballotte.
Come. Ballotte, help him.
See you later, boss.
Do you know what this is?
It is a Walther 765, the Führer has the same.
He got it from the very man who invented it,
Carl Walther, for his 50th birthday.
-Are you going to the fair this year? -I don't know.
You should.
It is his birthday in a week.
We are preparing a surprise for him.
For who?
For Hitler, of course.
Is your father handsome?
He is handsome.
He is not handsome, he has a hairy nose.
-Come on, get out of the water. -Oh no.
-A little bit. -Come on.
I am going to eat you.
Bed time. Daddy has to get ready.
Sweet dreams, Elisabeth.
You will wash again when you get home.
-Are you ready? -Ready.
Have you chosen your caper emissarius?
Our what?
Your scapegoat.
Who will suffer for Israel's sins.
Ah, you mean... Yes.
-It is... -No, I would rather not know.
If you succeed, Fernand,
it will make a noise.
Indeed, I heard some rumors.
About what?
Are you married, Ischi?
This young woman you are seeing, the little waitress,
people are saying you do things to her.
She screams at night.
Our behavior must be exemplary.
Was it because of a woman the National Church kicked you out?
Do you know what the Führer says?
"Nothing better than to train a young girl."
Heil Hitler.
I know what you are doing.
What are you saying?
I know it, everyone knows it.
What are you talking about?
Do you think people are deaf and blind?
Look at me.
-Do you find me disgusting? -What is the matter?
When I walk outside everyone moves away.
-Simone... -Everyone knows.
-Stop it. -They know what you do to that girl.
That you do things to her.
That even animals don't do.
They say you call her your Jewish sow.
Yes.
Hit me.
Hit me.
Whip me as you do with your whore.
Hit me.
Whip me as you do with your whore.
-Hello, sir. -Hello.
Tell me, what is going on over there?
They have been coming every day since Christmas.
Are they being shot at?
These are our police officers,
they shoot in the air to scare them.
Oh really? Why?
What do you want us to do with them?
But the Germans will get them.
If the Germans don't get them, they will come back tonight.
While our police officers are in bed with their wife.
-Are you going to the fair? -Yes.
-How did you guess? -You can tell.
Are you not going?
And leave my animals to parasites who won't pay for the price of hay...
-Have a good day, sir. -Yes, have a good day.
Come on.
Now is the right time.
Go and get changed, we are not at the parade.
You will go and see what is being said in cafes.
Robert, Fritz, Ballotte,
you know what you have to do.
I am going to the garage, I will come back with orders.
Off you go.
-37, done deal. -Done deal.
Mr. Bloch?
Sorry, sir, let me finish with my friend Cherbuin.
So, we are saying 36.
3,700, not a dime less.
7... 500.
There.
What do you want, sir?
We have a fine specimen to offer you.
A fine specimen to offer me... And 200.
Hello, sir.
-Where is it? -Over there, just behind.
I will come back and get it.
Let's go.
My brother is sick.
We had to leave it at the cowshed.
Through here.
On the right there, it is the barn.
It is this one.
And how much do you want?
2,400.
2,400?
I can't.
I can offer you 1,800, no more.
Mr. Bloch, it is a beautiful cow, we are not fleecing you.
I don't deny it is beautiful but your price is not the market price.
Are you Robert Mermet?
Yes, that is right. Let us say 2,200,
-and that is good. -No.
I said 1,800.
It is a shame.
Goodbye, gentlemen.
What the hell did you do? We don't want to sell the cow.
Alright, you win.
I lose.
Ah, here you are.
Here, I give you
2,100.
Listen Mr. Bloch, I told you 2,200.
You are a tough businessman, Robert.
It is more than what I pay for any cow here.
Kill him, come on. Knock out that pig.
2,200.
You are playing with me, Robert.
But...
Fuck, he is not dead.
Good work, guys.
-Thanks, boss. -Heil Hitler.
Heil Hitler.
And now?
And now? We get rid of him.
I thought we had to give him to Hitler.
What, we take him to Berlin?
Let's get rid of him. Is there an ax here?
Go and get your milk cans. Robert, find us an ax.
Go and get your butcher's knives. Go, quick.
Let me put that in a safe place.
Carve up this scum
until every piece fits in a milk can.
Is that clear?
Stop.
"Arthur Bloch is reported missing,
"born in 1882, living in Berne,
"cattle seller.
"He was last seen at the Payern fair."
You wouldn't have tricked the yid, Ballotte, would you?
"...to alert immediately the judge responsible
"for Payerne-Avenches in Payerne.
"A reward of 1,000 francs
"is offered by the family to anyone
"who can provide information
"leading to the whereabouts of the missing person
"or to establish with certainty the circumstances
"of his disappearance."
1,000 francs is not a lot of money for a man.
It is not a lot of money.
The police is here.
-Farewell, Fernand. -Farewell.
What brings you here?
It is about that man from Berne who has disappeared.
He will come back.
Another one who went whoring to avoid his wife.
Men from Berne always come home.
What can I do for you?
His car is in the way.
And?
I am asking you a favor, we don't have a key.
-I don't have time today. -Fernand.
Take it back to his wife.
These people are not poor, if you know what I mean.
I can guarantee you it will be worth your while.
Where is it?
At the end of main street, you can't miss it.
My husband is a cautious, conscientious man.
That is why I am worried.
It is not like him not to give any news.
And the police is doing nothing.
How will you get home?
By train.
How much is an hour at the garage?
Don't worry, it is fine.
No, I insist.
Thank you, Mr. Ischi. Thanks a lot.
Goodbye, madam.
Thanks, you can go home.
Go home now.
-When will I get my 1,000 francs? -Be quiet.
Shut up.
Son of a bitch.
Fernand Ischi?
We would like to ask you some questions.
Hands up, Fernand.
Do you know why we are arresting you?
Your laws mean nothing to me.
Germany won't forget about me.
Where are your Germans now? I can't see them.
Fernand, what did you do with the Jew?
Arthur Bloch thought he was getting a good deal.
He got his money's worth.
What did you do with him?
I didn't kill him. I give the orders.
Soon I will give them to you.
Yes, you can laugh.
What did you do with the body?
I don't know, I wasn't there.
I hope they cut up that fat pig into pieces.
That is all he deserved. No mercy.
-Where is the body, Fernand? -Let's arrest him.
What do you want, kid?
Is 16 years of jail not enough?
He needed to be accused, again.
You think you are smarter than the rest with your big words.
Elisabeth, is it you?
You make your money from other people's sorrow.
What do you know about how I felt about my father being a killer?
What it damaged in me.
Look at you.
You enjoy all this.
Why do you write all this, does it excite you?
No, I tell a true story.
I was eight years old.
What do you want, that we get on our knees?
We have had enough of this story being a pain in the ass.
Do you want a drink?
Alright, it is party time.
No? Hell, come on!
DUTY NEVER TO FORGET
HERE LIES CHESSEX DUTY NEVER TO FORGET
I admit sometimes having the feeling that God
left the world he had created,
that he left us alone with the horror of his absence.
God, creator then deserter,
it is not easy.
Chessex, listen to me, Chessex.
Maybe I can finish...
I have traveled from Payerne to be brutally honest with you.
Your life, your books, now this.
Why dig up this old story?
All those sordid details. It feels like it excites you.
You spill your venom over an entire town.
You are fascinated by filth.
Sir...
I am a doctor, Chessex.
Listen, sir...
I have been a doctor for 15 years.
Father of two young girls.
I hope they never have to deal with guys like you.
Let me leave you with your public.
Sir, let me answer you.
What I said requires no response.
For 65 years, not a day
has passed...
-Oh, my God. -Move away.
Move away.
Get a doctor!
ARTHUR BLOCH 1882-1942 GOD KNOWS WHY
NATIONAL UNION
On October 9th 2009,
Jacques Chessex collapses after being
violently challenged. He dies
a few moments later from a heart attack.
In 1943, Fernand Ischi, Fritz Joss and Robert Mermet were sentenced
to life imprisonment. They were released in the 1960s.
Georges Ballotte and Max Mermet were sentenced to 15 and 20 years of jail.
They were released in the 1950s.
Pastor Philippe Lugrin was arrested at the end of the war, in Germany.
He was sentenced to 20 years in jail. He was released in 1960.
On Arthur Bloch's tomb is the inscription
"Gott weiss warum" meaning "God knows why,"
written by his wife.
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