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The egoism of men or nations is a sure sign
of their moral underdevelopment.

We are human beings,
and we have a sense of morals.

We're not animals,

It is up to us to decide to not behave
like other creatures...

because in us beats a living heart
of human consciousness.

Unlike animals...

all human beings have the responsibility

of trying to take hold of the course of history
within a specific place

and not be mere playthings of fate.

Not being mere playthings of fate means

human beings must...

Take hold of the course of history

and not be mere playthings of fate...

I thought the Peruvian delegate
would never get finished.

[ Was watching you...
you held it together pretty well.

Is this your first job around here?

Thope it's not the last.

I'm quite sure we'll be needing you
for the next regional conference.

Where's that?

Nairobi... in 6 months.

You have to agree we're getting
pretty well paid, eh?

Yes... But I had to wait 6 months
after getting hired, before the job started...

50 ['ve got some debts.

T suppose you expected
you'd be paid from the start.

T always had to be available.

We've got 5 minutes...
I'm going to go grab a newspaper.

Mr Sylvestre Viel, please

- Is he expecting you?
- Yes.

There's no question about...

the dates and number of his stunts.

What? Am I having a good time?
Well, sure... sure.

If no points were won,
you'd not be having a good time.

OK yeah... You'll go back
with the least problems.

OK 'bye.

And you are?

Judith Mesnil.

Ah, yes.

Max was just telling me about you.

Do you know Marcel Jaucourt?

He wrote a few novels about
Latin America in the '50s...

Pretty much forgotten now...

except that he was the first
translator of Borges.

Exactly!...

Marion, tell them I'm not in, OK?

I'm working on a book of essays on the...

Would you like a drink?

I'm putting together a book
on cultural relations

between France and Latin America,

I'm going to need
more precise documentation

on what Marcel Jaucourt
did down there.

Because I forgot to tell you -

I'm writing the section
about him in the book.

So you see I would have to know exactly
what he said in his meetings...

whether he left any notes,

or whether you can find
any press clippings.

You'll be going to see his widow...

No, give me two minutes Marion.

I'm going to give you a letter...

She's surely kept something
of the kind...

since I know her
and that's the way she is.

So. What do you say?

So you want me to get my hands
on this material...

study it, organize it, and
put it together in a dossier.

When do you need this done by?

Well, I really have to get this work
taken care of soon

So let's say... three weeks.

Mr Claude is on the 'phone.

So will that be OK with you?

It sounds very interesting.

Goodbye.

Yes?

What would I be paid?

My secretary'll sort that out with you.

Mr Claude... yes?

Yes, we have to open
on the 24th in Tokyo... right.

Movers

Excuse me,

Yes, Miss?

I'm doing some research...

on the work of Marcel Jaucourt...

and at UNESCO I was told that...

Can I help you?

I'm not the owner.

Still haven't found it.

Did you look everywhere?

The little garden, perhaps.

I'll check it out.

Mrs Jaucourt?

What is this about?

Irene!

Excuse us, miss, but my aunt
died 3 days ago.

Mrs Jaucourt?

Yes, I'm Mrs Jaucourt.

What are you looking for?

Just papers.

Take this. You can read it for yourself.

Follow me.

I'm going upstairs.

Well, go!

What publishing house is this for?

It's UNESCO, they're doing a book
on cultural relations between France and...

And [ won't see a cent.

Well you've hit the jackpot...

Take all this off my hands,
and it's yours.

So, you're leaving just like that?

So that's it... did you find
what you were looking for?

Jaucourt's papers?

Yes,

Listen, I know this is going
to sound strange...

but I'd like to talk to you
about this matter.

Could you please promise
you'll call me?

How did you find my address?

I've had your new address
for over a year.

Today [ couldn't wait...
Tjust wanted to see you.

I've been waiting
an hour and a half.

Can we go up to your place?

No.

There's somebody up there, eh?

No, listen, I've a lot of work, OK? Must go.

Judith!

I'm painting again.

You know why [ stopped painting.

That's why [ went back
to work for my dad...

but it was too demanding.

T'wanted money to spoil you with,
that's all...

to give you presents...

to take you on vacation
whenever we wanted to.

[ Couldn't stand that
one phone call a month.

Anyway, your father always ended up
paying for it.

Painting doesn't get you
the things you want.

Painting isn't a
5-minutes-a-day thing.

You didn't appreciate it,
that's all.

You didn't help me.

Yes, so I'd never get involved...
Tdo feel guilty about that.

Anyway, you never knew
what you wanted.

Do you know what YOU want?...

...living in your rabbit hutch?

What's with all these papers?

None of your business.

Love letters?

Yepl... I'm much-loved right now.
Tget 10 a day.

All from Paris?

From the provinces as well.

Give them back.

I'll carry them up for you.

Can't you leave me alone?

I'don't think [ want to
see you ever again.

French writer Jaucourt at the University of Caracas

The society of writers honors Marcel Jaucourt

Jaucourt - stuck in an ivory tower or engaged?

Marcel Jaucourt to speak at the college
of philosophy and humanities

Marcel Jaucourt pays a visit
to SUR newspaper

just learned that Andre was killed
at Guarana six months ago

The car caught fire
before it made it to Metz

After Marcel's death,
I haven't been able to write a thing.

July 24, After some years of silence

Marcel has become interested
in a book project

and shared with me
his enthusiasm about it.

He's going to be trying something
altogether new for him

a near journalistic investigation,
detective work, even.

It all began one day last week.

At the beginning of 1933

when the military aspects of the Party
were being established,

in the greatest detail..

There was at that time

the anti-Jewish struggle

which was relegated to secondary importance...

as open war with the Jews

would have hindered the Party
from coming to power.

In the middle of Europe, in a civilized nation,
the Nazis came up with Eichmann.

Last night, in the darkness
in our bedroom...

Marcel told me what his project
was all about.

Eichmann wasn't the only one.

He was taking orders and passing them on.

There were dozens, hundreds of others.

They're still amongst us.

They hold important positions

and they never gave up helping
their former accomplices...

first to disappear,
and now to come back.

The ballyhoo about him mustn't let us
keep quiet about the others.

Twant to find names, events, dates.

I'm updating on all the interests in play
in this ex-Nazi traffic.

August 3: Nothing, still nothing August 7: Another false lead August 10: Nothing
from Hubert not already public knowledge August 12: At last a stroke of luck

Ms. Geneviéve Derhode, the general's distant friend

General San Juan, a mere cultural attache

Two mysterious deaths in front of the Guarana consulate...
a settling of accounts among old war criminals?

But who were the victims?

It was two Hungarians...those deaths at...

But their identity was never officially established.

But the Guarana people were definitely involved.

A fortnight later, General San Juan
was sent back down there.

T knew that reminded me of something.

I found it in the newspaper archives.

Six months later, June '59

there was a car accident in the Tyrol

that killed an Austrian war criminal
who'd disappeared in '45.

He had a passport in his pocket.

It was a brand new passport...

a Guarana passport.

So the traffic definitely goes on?

It certainly does.

What are you going to do now?

No.

As soon as T heard him speak,
Tknew one thing for sure...

Marcel had made contact
with his friends Guarana.

Yeah... Tuesday

'bye.

Trealised then that he had to go.

He'd found a lead in his search,
and it was on the other side of the Atlantic.

But it'd be impossible
to arrange conferences

in the present political situation.

We had to pay for the trip ourselves
out of our savings.

Marcel writes me regularly.
He's managed to make a few contacts.

Someone named Solaire, in particular,
has been a really big help.

Marcel found the general's tracks.

San Juan isn't in the army anymore...
he's a successful, respectable businessman.

As for the lovely Ms Derhode... she's all smiles,
but doesn't reveal a thing.

People close to the general
are starting to talk.

August 15. Since Marcel has been back,
the networks are starting to come into focus.

The secretary never did
find that other man...

but he was clearly the one who was
giving orders and pulling the strings.

The general and Ms Derhode
simply listened.

He had them call him Andros.

So now there is a person named Andros
who's in charge of "Strashourgeoise”...

the corporation that manages
the general's assets in Europe.

Irene!

Today Marcel received a letter from Solaire,
written in Guarana, but posted in the U. S...

a precaution necessary to escape
the regime's censorship.

September 5, 1970.

Solaire says that he's written
to someone named Mr Mann

who might be able to help Marcel
to find Andros.

I have picked up the trail of someone
named Mr Mann

who might be able to help Marcel
to find Andros.

You'll get a phone call from this person...
he has to act with all possible discretion.

Now, all you have to do is remember
this number: 836952.

1 hope he can help complete this investigation
so important for all of us.

Warm greetings to Iréne.
Stay brave... Solaire.

Mr Mann?

In 1944-45, 1 was imprisoned at Auschwitz
with my parents.

They both died there.

After the war ended,
Twas taken to Guarana.

In '49 I was an errand boy in a bank.

One day around noon, [ was walking
through the banking district

pushed along by the crowd...

Tbumped into a stranger...
[ said sorry... and went on my way.

A moment later it hit me that [ knew him.

He was a camp guard.

1turned and followed him...
lost him... found him again.

He went into the office of an import-
export company called Constance.

There was a lot of talk going around
about former Nazis

brought in secretly by the government,
in submarines to the south coast.

And all the people at this import-export company
certainly looked like foreigners.

Next day I went back,
and they were all gone.

The name Constance was scraped off the door...
and the premises were up for rent.

And then?

And then, nothing.

But even though the Constance company
disappeared...

another company took over
and continued the business.

What was the name of the head
of that company?

His name was Andros.

Have you ever seen him?

Once. I'm sure I could recognize him.

They talked until very late.

They then decided to waste no more time,
and go to Strasbourg that very night.

It's 4 o'clock in the morning...
In a few minutes I have to wake him up.

See... I'm all ready to go.

In a few hours they'll be face to face
with Peter Andros.

Then they'll know if he can help them
bring the past back to the present.

Since Marcel's death, I haven't been able
to write a thing.

The car burned up
on the way to Metz.

All agree it was an accident,
but only Marcel's body was found.

When [ left the clinic, the doctor told me
that a vacation would be good for me.

I'd rather go home, though,
and I'm getting scared.

While I was at the clinic, all the documents
that Marcel had gathered disappeared.

Nothing else was touched.

I'm too scared to even
pick up the phone anymore.

Tjust learned that Andre Solaire
was murdered in Guarana

and so that last letter was a fake.

So who was this person
who said his name was Mann?

Hello miss, I'd like the number for the company
"La Strasbourgeocise” in Strasbourg.

It's an asset management company.
Thanks.

No, it's not a toy brand, it's an asset
management company.

Not that either, no.

Oh... well, thanks,

...I came to school at the university...

...and he said "Hello sir. "

Jaucours?

Jaucours?

No, sorry, I can't place him.

What was he like?
Could you describe him?

I've only seen photos of him.

You must understand my work and
how important it is I find his papers.

Well, you know, 1961 is unfortunately
long past now

and I'm afraid I might not
be able to help you.

He left for Guarana, you say,
to work on his book, right?

So was this a travel book or. . ?

Well that's the big mystery.

He left without saying a word,
not even to his wife.

Well but how could I possibly know more
about his books than his own wife?

I'm definitely no big reader,
after all.

Excuse me... I've guests.
I have to go.

You're a character in his novel.

In particular, you and a general
named San Juan.

If you want my opinion, I think you'd best
go see that general then.

I'don't know what else to tell you.

What was your name again?

Judith Mesnil.

Good bye, then.

You still haven't called me.

I came to see Ms Derhode...
That's much the same isn't it?

No, not exactly.

[ Didn't think I was the one
you were looking for.

You seem to be everywhere...
Do you listen at doors, too?

When I can!

Do you want some information
about General San Juan?

You have some?

I think I might.

Tomorrow at noon, Cafe de la Bourse.

What happened? And anyway,
how'd you get my number?

At the cafe?

You've got my address?

Now?

[ Was there for the meeting...

but outside in a car.

And then?

Then... I followed you.

You don't trust me?

I do now.

But you could have been followed.

By somebody other than you?

Recognise them?

General San Juan, Ms Derhode...

Who's the third one?

At that time he went
by the name of Andros.

If you want, I can tell you the stories
behind these three characters.

But you have to trust me.

Because in exchange I'm going to ask you
for something that you might know

about the papers of Marcel Jaucourt.

I'm not interested in your stories.

Come on, don't get uptight...

Marcel Jaucourt's death concerns you...

and his wife's grief affects us too.

Exactly what do you want to know?

"July 24 to September 30, 1962"

That's the last thing I heard him say
to Mrs Jaucourt before his death.

What's that about?

Incredible.

You make an appointment
to meet me and you don't show up.

Then you follow me to my house
and say I could have been followed...

And I'm supposed to believe you?

It's the truth.

Anyway, you read what it says.

In turn you tell me a story
that's hardly believable...

and then there's supposed to be proof.

What kind of proof?

In 1958, Genevieve Derhode
ran a dance school in Paris.

There were soirees with students
for businessmen and diplomats...

You know the drill,

Another one?

That's enough of those Cuba Libres!

Before you get plastered,
take over for me for a minute.

But what am I supposed to do
with those two guys?

They're going from bad to worse.

That's not my fault...
You've seen the new ones coming in.

OK... you're right.

You can look, you can touch,
you can caress and kiss...

But no penetration!

Please allow me to congratulate you...

Your soiree has been
quite a success, Geneviéve.

Aren't you joining the soiree...?

Mr Andros!

No, 1think I prefer your company.

Listen Ms Derhode... you're a smart woman.

You can aim higher than this "protecting” you do
for your dear little girls, as you put it.

You're taking huge risks,
for pretty low profits.

You know how journalists are always
on the lookout for the slightest scandal.

And these are under-age!

The police might be interested in
these innocent creatures of yours too.

Nobody is safe from the damage
a phone call to an enemy could do.

What were you doing?

Just finding things out.

So is that it? You found something better?

Now you'll turn us in to the cops?

- That won't be so easy.
- Shut up!

Not so easy! You've got all your little girls
who are your students...

And there are some who are
very much under-age!

I'll see your bet and raise you...
I'll double it.

Your Academy will be crawling with cops
before you can blink.

Why not?!

You can go right back to the hole
I pulled you out of. Idiot!

T hope this setback hasn't prevented us
from considering my suggestions.

Who are you?

You brought me here
with my group by phone...

and I'm sure you aren't
the owner of this place.

I'm like you...

Tjust organize leisure activities
for other people.

I suppose Geneviéve figured out
pretty quickly

that Andros could offer her
a very attractive future.

It mustn't have been too hard
for him to convince her.

That very evening, a few hours later

he took her by the hand and
led her down to the floor below.

That's where Geneviéve was
introduced to General San Juan,

Wolfgang Ritter?

Let's speak English.

Sure. Have you got a car?

You go ahead, I'll check it out.

Good.

The deal Andros offered the General
was simple.

In 1958, certain people were to be
reintegrated into the EEC...

people who had been obliged
to flee after the second world war.

What was really happening was they had to
get some Guarana passports

for some war criminals who were too well-known
to be able to come back under their real names.

The location of Brussels, bordering Luxembourg,
France, Holland and Germany

made the consulate an ideal
centre of operations.

To keep it working, Genevieve had to
learn to accept the bad bits too.

She and Andros got insurance
against the bad days

by making the same customer
pay a second time.

It'd be better if we had photos of Andros,
and I know some exist.

I've been told Geneviéve took some
to use as a guarantee.

Maybe she needs to invoke
that guarantee now.

Photos of Andros?

I must be dreaming.

I'm not telling you all this to thank you
for what you've done.

Why, then?

Because I need you.

How'd you get these?

Stole them.

Where?

From her house.

Ms Derhode isn't the kind of woman
who'd leave photos laying around.

You know that better than me.

Anyway, these are just photos
of the photos...

The originals are still there
locked in the safe.

You've gone to a lot of trouble...

and all for nothing.

For nothing!

You're pretty secretive.

No!

I'll tell you one thing. Mr Barila...

Andros...

T only see him when you're around.

I'll take you back.

I'll tell you the rest of it in the car.

We'd recognized Genevieve's car...

We wondered what
she could be doing there.

['Told you it was Frank.

Who else?

Til Thursday then?

So?

See where the door's damaged

next to your elbow... above the handle.

But that was the year after.

At that time, Geneviéve and Andros
were already operating in France.

In fact, they'd followed the diplomatic rise
of General San Juan.

Now their clientele was getting
more conspicuous, I dare say.

Like those two Hungarian war criminals
identified in Guarana, who had to leave right away.

Casimir and Ilana Toth...

Several East European jurisdictions
were after them,

There's only 5,000 here.

That was the price we agreed upon,
wasn't it?

Yes, but it was 5,000 per person.

Our safety is the priority.

With these documents, will we
be safe... able to start a new life?

What were you doing over there
in Guarana?

We worked at the Ministry of the Interior.

Anyway we're chemists...
with degrees.

Your future is in good hands,
whether here or there.

I'll be right back.

This way, please.

What Andros and Geneviéve
had neglected to tell them

was that they'd already
sold them out...

Eastern agents were there
at the meeting.

Having disposed of those two,
Andros disappeared without a trace.

The next day, Genevieve was
in Switzerland...

and General San Juan was stuck with
two dead bodies at the door of his consulate.

Obviously Ms. Derhode's friends
taught you quite a few things.

Ms Derhode's friends?

There was one woman who
really helped me out a lot.

Now you need another one.

You want to know if
I'm Ms Derhode's little boyfriend?

I'm not interested.

Well honestly... I feel I have to tell you
that [ can't continue to do this job.

When [ started, I thought it was
going to be simple, but now...

But what's happened?

It's a personal matter.

Mr. Viel must understand,
it has nothing to do with him...

Tjust can't get caught up
in this business.

Well in that case of course,
you realise that your fee...

Yes I know. When your boss is back
I'll sort it out with him.

I'm sorry about this.

I'm not.

Listen Frank, I do not want to be caught up
in this business any longer.

But 1 really need you.

Tdon't believe that.

I think you're wrong about me.

No.

Yesterday I found him.

Mann?

You see, [ wasn't wrong about you.

You really ARE a bit interested.

You've got your reasons... I've got mine.

How did you find out?

I listened to their conversation
on an extension.

But Geneviéve said that the country house
was empty.

Have you there before?

Yes, often.

For 3 months she's been saying
she hates the place

and is sick of weekends
in the country.

Did someone phone you?

Last night, yeah... the caretakers.

Complaining that ever since
Geneviéve's guest arrived...

he's drinking up all the liquor
and demanding cash.

What about her?

She hasn't gone in to work.
She sent a cheque.

So you think he's down there?

I'll ring the caretakers and say
I'm going down that way

and thought I'd drop by to say hello.

I'll chat them up for a while...
at least 5 or 10 minutes.

Meanwhile you can
check the house out.

Of course I'm the one
who's taking all the risk.

There's no danger, [ promise.

Anyway, if I get caught, I'll tell them
it was you who sent me.

Go ahead. I'll wait for you here.

You've made a mistake!

If you really were sent by Ms Derhode,
she would have told us.

What, you don't believe me?

Fine, call Ms. Derhode up then.

Go on, call her. She'll tell you what she told me

because she hasn't set foot
in here for 3 months...

What are you talking about?

Ms. Derhode spends all her weekends here.

You know she isn't in Paris right now,
so we can't call her, don't you...

You dirty little liar!

We've got all we need from her now.

So you get out of here...
Right now!

And believe you me...
you'll be hearing from us.

I'tried to call you last night
to tell you what happened...

I phoned.

Just long enough for you
to hang up on me.

You were reassured... I came back
safe and sound.

I'rang up just a minute after you left.

You're not a very good improviser, Frank.

You weren't still there when I left.
How do you explain that?

Why'd you lie to me?

You told me a whole bunch of fairytales
about that house.

You made up a guest
that didn't exist.

All that to trap me...
But why?

Barila! They're waiting for you.

Coming!

I can't talk now,
I'll call you tonight.

Wouldn't it be easier
to talk in the car?

[ Think you've been lying to me
since the beginning.

Everything I said about Geneviéve
and Andros is true.

I'm not talking about that...

I'm talking about the fact
you lied about yourself.

You're not just Ms Derhode's little gigolo

who can make a quick call, borrow her car
and organize a pathetic little blackmail scheme.

You're someone else entirely.

Someone who works a job
like anyone else...

who has a clean, open identity.

But why? Because you don't want me
to be able to find you?

You don't want her
to see you with me?

What's bugging you...
that we're being followed?

Do you think we're being followed?

Well then, at last
we're in the same boat.

Stop the car, I want to get out.

Too late.

What was it you wanted last night?

Twanted to force her
to give herself away.

Who?

Genevieve.

Why?

I wanted to make her contact him,

Did you think I wouldn't find you?

You really are a bastard.

I've certainly never lied to you.

But you wanted to know, didn't you?

You told me that you were sick
of listening to their replies...

of translating when you wanted
to speak out...

But you had to keep quiet...

Sick of being all caught up in things...

and not being able to do anything...

Sick of being a spectator

Isn't that what you told me?

But now you're not interested anymore?
¥

But none of it
interests you now?

Why are you looking for him?

Why are you looking for him?

...an Algerian soldier, and we have learned
that since this morning the army and police...

What are the others all up to?

Some left, but I don't want to go.

We can't stay around here

we're risking trial, and prison.

We've already lost Algeria, and now
we are losing France too.

But I don't want to lose you.

...the surveillance at the facilities
has been reinforced.

Several persons have been
arrested in Paris.

Let me do it... I'm sure
there's got to be a way.

Insurrection... at 11 pm local time, i. ., the time
when Radio France... at the time known as Radio Algers...

It's our last chance...

Mr Robert, the lawyer you met
in Algiers, might help us.

But who's going to pay for the flight?

All we have to do is authorize him,
and he'll come up with whatever's needed.

What about this stuff
you're leaving behind?

He can also handle transactions
involving our assets.

Anyway, the money will be waiting for us
in Guarana within 10 days.

Are you totally confident about him?

Whatever happens,
he'll guarantee the operation.

He'll be with us in the plane...

and when we're there, he'll put us
in contact with his friends.

OK, come on.

...the government... and for the flights
of foreign airlines.

We can't expect to find patriots
doing these kinds of operations...

but you and Jeder are the pits...
a whole new low.

Come on Barila, what would you do
without me?

Where else 'd you find that kind of money
in the middle of the night?

It's too late to go
running around looking...

and we need the money
first thing in the morning.

You know, my pet, you'll be spending
a few weeks with grandma...

and then you'll take a nice trip
to a very pretty country, ok?

And daddy and [ will be
waiting for you there.

I'm sorry to rush you
but the car's waiting.

Frank, please be strong...
your parents have had an accident.

That's it.

T'only managed to keep this apartment
because it was in my grandmother's name.

Mysterious explosion of a private jet over the Azores.
No survivors expected. The flight was not registered.

I met Geneviéve for the first time
in winter last year.

She had come to see me
to sell some shares

that she said somebody
had entrusted to her care.

I'took a look at them and saw
they were worth a small fortune...

apart from a few that were
no longer valid.

She told me that she didn't have any idea
how much the stocks were worth in Paris

because she'd spent the last 15 years
of her life in Guarana.

T was interested in her right off.
We seemed to click.

So I set up another meeting with her.

That night I had a dream.

[ Dreamed of those of her securities
that had expired.

When [ woke up, [ realized
where I had seen them before...

My own father held them in his hand...
when he had to give them up to Jeder.

All those episodes that I'd managed to forget
were coming back to me.

Night after night, day after day...
[ was just sick all the time.

[ Had to take a vacation,
and I thought things over...

And 1 realized that if I wanted to get over it,
I'd have to find that man

Genevieve was the thread
that could lead me to him.

And he was her lover,

You know the rest,

So what?

Why should I give a shit about your stories
about a few swindled fascists?

You've no right to settle
your parents' accounts!

You have no right to avenge them!

Do you know how my parents
could get the little pharmacy

that they made a living from?

They bought it from the General Commission
on Jewish Issues.

At the time they got engaged, my father
was a pharmacist's assistant.

When they saw the advertisement,
it seemed an affordable price...

that would give them a chance
to set up for themselves.

They married and were happy until '43.

Even at my age in '42, 1 couldn't understand
how they had never questioned anything...

even if questioning things alone never
brought anybody back from Auschwitz.

Stroppy little boys called me 'Nazi'...

and since there was no one else to hate for it,
I started to detest my parents.

I ran away from home... was brought back.
[ couldn't eat for 2 weeks.

[ Think I kind of went mad.

Finally they had to send me
to live with an aunt in Bordeaux.

It was to be for a few months,
but I got to like it...

where no one knew me...
or my parents.

Then when they asked me questions at school

I started saying that I had no parents...
that they were dead.

Twant to see that man's face.

You're right.

You should see the mess of cars...
around here

Thad to drive up on the footpath.

['Told you that I didn't
want to be bothered.

Yes ma'am, [ know, but
she was so insistant, [ let her hold the line...

...at the theater.

Have you been to the theater?

I don't know how she does it...
she's really quite strange...

Yes?

You recognize my voice, I'm sure.

[ Want you to pass on
a message for me.

It affects you too.

Tell whoever you know
that it will do no good to follow me.

The evidence isn't at my place.

But still I'd really like to meet Mr Mann...

or should I say Andros or Jeder?

The meeting is at UNESCO
tomorrow at 7 pm.

Have him ask for Miss Mesnil
at the front desk.

Are you alright?

Yes,

Miss Mesnil?

Tknow I'm not the person you were expecting.

I'm here on their behalf,

It'll be easier to talk in here,

I'see you trust me...

since you're taking me
to your workplace.

It's also to sort out my records.

We have to investigate the people
we have business with.

What... does that surprise you?

Certainly not.

OK, miss...

So what would you like
to see Mr Mann about?

I'see that your boss is very sure of himself.

He didn't even try to change
his name this time.

I suppose he must think that everybody
has a pretty short memory.

Not you?

No... not me,

T suppose you'd like to know
why Twant to see Mr Mann?

Well, I'll tell you...

and you can pass it on to him.

It's about a group of former Nazis

that a certain Mr Andros smuggled
back into Europe in 1958.

It's about a couple of old pensioners

who this Andros character
sold fake ID papers to...

then immediately betrayed them...

to the police from the country
where they were wanted.

And it's also about a certain Mr Jeder...

who in 1962 continued the Nazi smuggling

but in the opposite direction...

Promising certain members of the OAS
that he'd make them disappear in South America...

but he really did make them
disappear for good

in the middle of the Atlantic

in a "plane accident"...

after having got control
of their assets, of course.

And lastly, it is about a certain Mr Mann...

himself a specialist in accidents...

Like the one suffered by
Marcel Jaucours, the writer...

just when it was becoming clear
he had too much on all these men

who are in fact, one person.

Mr Mann is a very busy person.

I'm his secretary, his right hand man,
you might say.

In fact, he sent me here to make you an offer.

Some friends will spend the weekend
at his place in the country.

Might be an chance for you to clarify things

and speak with him.

Tell Mr Barila that he's invited too.

He's jerking us around isn't he!?

We'll have to bring him down
on his own turf.

Here we are,

So what do we do now?

Let's wait a bit.

Do you want a shot to pick you up?

I get to to finish the bottle!

No cheating!

I'm happy you accepted the invitation.

May [introduce my wife...

and Mr, Hassel.

Would you like something to drink?

Here's what I found
among his personal effects.

T know you were looking for me.

You approached people... questioned them...

and inconvenienced a lot of people
to find me.

Tknow you've been quite the historian about it...

...almost like an archeologist.

In your investigation
you cited a lot of names...

names of people who are dead now.

But I'm not any of those names...

first of all because I am here...

with you

this fine day in autumn, 1978...

And because my past doesn't match
the past that you want to assign to me.

Thave a past which is quite public
and irreproachable.

You can check all the names,
dates, and places.

Yes... 1 agree with you completely.

Yes, you are indeed quite alive...

but Mann is alive, Jeder is alive,
Andros is alive.

And by looking for them
we found you...

proven by this invitation.

But even if you did fabricate
a past for yourself...

I can prove that you are
indeed those men.

Tcan prove it.

What is it you want?

Twant to destroy you.

Excuse me a moment,

You've both really gone to
a lot of trouble for nothing.

Suppose you do find a few contradictions
in his past... who cares?

The newspapers?

Don't fool yourselves...
The truth is out in the open.

Everything's known...
Nothing else matters.

Nothing else matters?

Here, this is yours, I believe.

We took the liberty of unloading it.

But you were just a child, Frank.

If your parents were alive today...

and God knows, [ was a true friend to them..,

they'd be here with us.

Anyway, why all this searching...

Why all the investigating?

You should have just come to me...

T could have told you better
than anyone else.

San Juan, for instance...
what did you have on him?

He was an arms dealer...

selling guns to the Lebanese
and Syrians, indiscriminately.

So let me tell you one thing...

Which one?

Mann and all the others?

And all the ones who aren't there too?

Why don't you want to just face the fact
your parents could have been there.

With all the others.

Shut up!... shove off!

Twish to testify about certain events
that I was involved in...

Frank Barila, seriously injured,
was rushed to Brussels Hospital

as was Mr Mann's secretary,
who was hit in the shoulder.

The personal history of Jean-Louis Mann...

a great patron of European industry

has raised suspicions that this
was a terrorist act.

The young man that was injured
by the industrialist's bodyguards

may have been a member
of an extremist group

though the police have been unable to find
any clues confirming this hypothesis.

A search is currently underway now
a young woman who'd been with him

but who did not return
at the time of the attack.

Based on a description
given by the guests

police have produced
this composite drawing...