All language subtitles for A.French.Village.S03E01_English

THREE MONTHS AFTER THE GERMAN INVASION OF THE USSR

Do you think it could be the Boches ?

Not in the Unoccupied Zone !

They're in the first office.

Go and look in the next one.

In the office there.
Yes !

I've got them.

I've got them.

It's Christmas!

We're in luck. They haven't stamped them !

We could use the opportunity to take other stuff.

No, no. Only the coupons.

Is someone there ?

Is it you André ?

Is someone there ?

Who's there ?

Monsieur le Maire, is it you ?

You have the coupons ?

Shit !

I'm going back.

No way !

Come back.

Come and cover me.

I told her not to go back. Damn !

It's the cops. They're here.

We've 20 minutes to cross the Line.

All I know is she was transferred
during the night Seurre Gendarmerie.

I told her not to go back.

Did you hear me ?

Comrades involved in clandestine action
must obey orders.

And your Suzanne never obeys.

If you hadn't forgot the coupons,
she wouldn't have disobeyed

It may be better to act than to squabble, OK ?

The question is, will she grass on us or not.

You're going to school on Sunday !

It's to prepare a surprise for the Mistress.

It's her birthday tomorrow.

They're going to decorate the classroom
and make a cake.

OK. I understand now why you're in a hurry to go.

I'm going.

Gustave !

Yes I know, I haven't seen your pals.

Are your kids like that ?

We need to stay away from personal matters.

Comrade, it's you who brought Suzanne to us.

...you know her best. Do you think she'll talk ?

I'll remind you that she never talked in January
when she was taken by Dijon General Intelligence.

Since June it's not the same,
they knock you around now.

No, not General Intelligence.

The Boches, yes, but not General Intelligence.

She won't talk.

If they make a connection with February,
they'll really pressurise her.

I tell you she won't talk !

Roland ?

One takes one's hat off in front of an officer
of the German Army, Monsieur Schwartz.

My secretary said you wanted
to see me about the trenches ?

It surprised me on a Sunday !

Monsieur Schwartz I'm obliged to
cancel the deal with your business.

You mean the one scheduled for Autumn ?

All of the business, Monsieur Schwartz.

My auditors examined these contracts. They're not
in the financial interest of the German Army.

Too expensive, too slow.

Wait, we can discuss this.

Thank you for coming. Have a nice Sunday.

Wait. I have a contract, signed by your
predecessor, which runs until next January.

A contract is a contract.

I believe that we won the war, Monsieur Schwartz.

The Wehrmacht doesn't want
to work with you any longer.

Are you going to sue us ?

We'll pay you for the September deliveries of course.

You've profited for six months, No ?

Escort the gentleman out.

You're wise.

Don't move.

I need a pee.

Afterwards, Justin.

There.

If I'd had to wait any longer

Good day children.

When were you released ?

A week ago.

Come on. Come in.

So the Mistress arrives, it's Lucienne.
She sees you all in the classroom

She asks herself what's going on,
and then sees the inscription.

OK? Marceau, please.

Then one of us arrives with the cake and candle.

Me, M'sieu ! Me, M'sieu ! Me, M'sieu !

It will be ...me. So there's no jealousy.

Where's the Mistress, M'sieu ?

Spending the day at her father's,
she'll be returning late.

But she may see everything we've prepared.

With the curfew, there's no chance she'll
put the lights on. Anyway she always
uses the rear entrance.

M'sieu ?
What ?

How are we going to prepare a cake,
especially on Sunday ?

Plan B, Larcher, Plan B.

What's Plan B ?

B as in Bériot.

It's a 3 over 4, my mother's recipe:
icing sugar, almonds, and the most beautiful...

What ?

Chocolate nuggets.

Delicious....Don't eat them !

You put them on the cake.
M'sieu !
Yes ?

If we hang ribbons round the classroom,
that would be nice.

Ribbons ? Yes like at Christmas.
We made beautiful ribbons with gummed paper.

What are you saying.
There wasn't a Christmas festival.

It was the year before, M'sieu.

With Madame Morhange.

Ah, yes.

It's this one.

Locked !

What do we do ?

We ask Monsieur for the key.
He definitely has all the keys.

I've found a wedge of cheese.

That's great.

I'm very hungry.

Here, there's no label. Maybe its this one.

Ah, Gustave ?

How are you Gustave ?
Yes, yes fine.

Have you seen a ghost, or what ?

No, no. It's just that....

In fact...there weren't any ribbons.

They weren't there.

You're saying that you opened the cupboard ?

Yes, and there was nothing.

In fact, I remember now,
Madame Morhange threw the ribbons away.

That's ridiculous.

The cupboard wasn't locked ?

No, M'sieur.

These Boches, they're incredible !

They cancelled everything ?

They'll pay for the September deliveries
and then that's it.

Did you tell him you had a contract ?

Jeannine !

What are you going to do ?
I don't know.

Working for the Boches lost us
most of our other customers.

And if you lose them,
it's the key under the door !

Your tea Madame.

Leave it Joséphine. I'm busy. Go on !

That one's not Jewish but she's worse than Sarah !

You know Sarah serves at the Larcher's now ?

It was me that asked him to take her.

Oh good !

But it baffles me how you let the sawmill
become so dependent on the Germans.

When Papa finds out !

Your father, are you kidding me ?

You'd better ask him if he can
do anything to save the deal.

He can't do anything.

He has contacts with Vichy, not the Germans.

No, the only one who can do anything is... Larcher.

Daniel ? What's he got to do with it ?

He's the Mayor. He knocks about with the
Boches all day. He knows them really well by now.

The Germans demand stuff from him,
not the reverse.

My dear, you know nothing about politics.
I'm going to call him

I'm sorry. It's all I have to offer.

It's very good.

I don't like apples !

Raoul !
That's all there is sonny.

Can I put the radio on ?

If you want, but not too loud.

It's the big button, there.

Do you want an apple ?

Yes, please.

Have you any news of Monsieur Schwartz ?

He's completely with the Boches now.

Do you have any money put aside.
I mean enough to cope ?

I ought to be able to get a widow's pension,
but I need....

...Lorrain's death certificate.

Do you know where he's buried ?

No, but I can find out.

That would be nice of you.

It's Marie Germain.

...my friend from Les Essarts.
Good day.

Madame.

And here are Raoul and Justin.

Say Good day !
Good day Madame.

Good day.

Can we talk for two minutes ?
Yes, Of course. Coming.

You've offered for them to stay ?

Yes.

One or two nights... even three.

She's out of prison, and she's got nothing.

I'm going to get blankets from the Mairie.

Judith, it's me who got her into this.

I need to help her a bit.

Yes, I know.

It's just that it's bad timing.
I don't like being ill in front of people,
especially children.

You'll get better.

Papa ?

Yes.

What use is geometry ?

I don't know, why ?

It's boring.

Boring !

Papa.

Yes.

Is it serious if one of our women
goes with a Boche ?

I don't know, why do you ask that ?

Come on, Gustave, reply !

Why did you...

Go to your bedroom, Gustave.

But I haven't finished.

You can finish upstairs.

Clean your teeth properly.

What happened ?

Oh, I was lucky !

I gave them a story, that even I
wouldn't have believed !

Do you want some soup ?

I wouldn't say no.

Imagine my feelings when I heard the car.

That's for sure...

Fortunately, I had time to put
the coupons back in the drawer.

So when the Gendarmes arrived....

I played the simpleton.
Thanks.

There wasn't much they could
accuse me of in fact.

But the door ?

I said it was already broken.

I explained that I'd had no news
of my POW husband in Germany...

...that I'd been told there were lists
in the Essarts Mairie...

...that for weeks I'd tried to call,
but no-one replied...

.. and so, as I was passing
and saw the door partly open...

...I took the opportunity to go in.

But the curfew ?

What did you say ?

That I was desperately anxious.

That I wanted a walk to get some air.

It worked.

When the Comrades find out !

Sleep well ?

No. I didn't.

Your idea of sleeping like a gun dog doesn't work.
I think all night, so I don't sleep.

It will go away.

No it won't pass. It's been weeks
and it won't go away.

My back could take it, it will go away.

Just forget about it.

I wanted to tell you, we're to give
a dinner tonight for the Schwartz'.

Raymond has problems with the new German Kommandant.

The sawmill's threatened.

So I've invited Heinrich Muller, you know,
the SD cop that I prescribe morphine to...

...and Servier.

I've asked Sarah to make a confit.

What ? You want me to be there ?

Hortense, you're my wife.

And you think that's what I'd like
to do right now ? A social dinner
with a Sous-Préfet and a Policeman.

Do you have something against policemen now ?

Here we go. You can't stop, eh ?

Excuse me, that was idiotic.

Excuse me.

Listen, do me a favour. Come this evening.
If you're not there, there'll be talk.

My back hurts too much to sit all evening, Daniel.

You could just dine.

You're well enough to sit and eat your breakfast ?

I haven't the courage to face people, OK ?

You'd...You'd...

...like to get away with Te Quiero ?

You could go and take the waters at Trébeurden...

You liked it two years ago.

That's you. Fly, leave, avoid problems.

I don't want to travel, Daniel. I just...

...don't want to appear at your damn dinner.
Get that in your skull.

You were able to sleep ?

Oh, yes. It's really nice of you
to welcome us to your home.

Oh, please....

I don't like that.
Raoul !

Excuse him

No, it's no bother.

Do you want a little ?

Yes. Please.

What do you do for a job ?

Policeman.

But I'm on holiday.

Papa said that it's not a difficult profession.
You didn't invent gunpowder.

Raoul !
No, no. Leave him

You know, the Chinese invented
gunpowder a long time ago.

...so no need to invent it now, eh ?

Go on. Get dressed.

When did you do this ?

Yesterday. I brought in the entourage.

Right, she needs to blow out the candle.
The candles are...

Entourage, the plates.

Gently, gently.
Oh, oh, oh, greedies.

Wait, wait, there's enough for everyone.

Here, Lucienne.

How did you make such a lovely cake ?

Plan B, Mistress.

Are you OK ?

No. It's not fair. I don't have any
chocolate nuggets on my part of the cake.

Hey Gus. What did you see yesterday ?

Where were you yesterday ?

If you tell me what you saw yesterday...
I'm not telling you.

If you tell me, I'll give you
four squares of chocolate !

Four squares of chocolate ?

Where did you get them ?

My father's an important man.

...so the Germans give him things.

If you tell me what you saw, we'll go home
and I'll slip you four squares of milk chocolate...

...and not ersatz, I can tell you.

But you mustn't tell anyone, eh. Promise ?

So ?

What did you see ?

I saw the Mistress kiss a Boche.

I really want to thank you for this morning.

It's not much, nothing in fact.

However a cake with chocolate nuggets....
I'm telling you, it's not much.

Perhaps I'll wipe the blackboard
so that you can draw the science lesson on it.

Yes, yes. You're right, yes.

What are you doing for your science lesson ?

Wildflowers.

Ah, the charm of the Daisy and the Poppy !

That's a pretty ring.
I've never noticed it before.

Yes, it comes from my mother.

My father gave it to me.
Ah good !

When ?
Yesterday.
Let me see.

Ah, that's funny.

One wouldn't have thought it was that old.

She looked after it very well.

My father's beside himself with grief.

I know everything, Lucienne.

Yesterday I saw Feldwebel Kurt...

...leave your bedroom

I don't believe your story.

Why don't you believe it ?

Since June dozens of Comrades have been arrested.
None have been released like that.

They didn't know I was a Comrade.

So, obviously...

That's crazy !

There's no chance she's gone over to...

Every Comrade who's been in Police custody
should be considered suspect.

I don't understand how they could have
believed you about the broken door.

They could have easily seen
it was broken with a crowbar.

Which they didn't find.

And I had time to put the coupons back in the drawer.

They'd nothing to accuse me of.

They didn't find a record of your past arrests ?

No. I don't believe they looked for them

Anyway, there's not good communication
between the two Zones.

Even with the cops.

All the same it's strange
they didn't hold on to you longer.

At least to check your identity.

Well, I'm not going to complain about it.

They didn't seem to be the
brightest bulbs in the packet.

Curfew in 10 minutes.

OK, I accept your story.

But for safety we'll give you false papers.

Between this and your November trick,
you have too many pots on the stove.

We need to think of another plan...

...for ration coupons.

We absolutely must be able
to help our Comrades in need...

...and the wives of those in prison.

I've an idea.

Well keep it to yourself.

Your behaviour the other night
put us all in danger.

You disobeyed my orders.

At our next meeting, I'll ask you
to do a self-criticism.

Since June we've been at war
with the Boches, Comrade...

...and a war can't be won without obeying orders.

You're well ?

Good evening Monsieur.

It's a pleasure to see you.

Things going well ?

Yes, very well.

This way.

How are you ?

Ah, good evening Raymond,
Jeannine isn't with you ?

No. Kolwitz hasn't seen fit
to give her an Ausweiss.

This new Kreiskommandant is difficult.

One starts to miss von Ritter.

Madame Larcher's not here ?

No, she's unwell. Sorry.

It's her back. Excuse me.

Good evening, Monsieur le Sous-Préfet.

Good evening.

Please, Monsieur Schwartz has already arrived.

Are you well ? Good evening.

Messieurs, can I get you a little something to drink ?

Please.

You are well Monsieur Schwartz ?
Very well.

The maid was with you before, wasn't she ?

Yes, but Jeannine didn't like her.

Which doesn't mean she not a very good girl.

It's courageous of Larcher
to have taken her on.

It's astonishing how often
Jewesses are beautiful.

Do you find it so ?

Yet everyone...

...because he never lies.

When his parents ask him...

...was it you who...

This Kolwitz isn't easy, eh.

He's applying the current strategy,
close your businesses so that your
employees have no work here...

...and have to go work in Germany.

That's not very sporting, all the same.

Let's say it's fair game.

We need working hands and...

Is there no other way of sweetening him,
so that he buys my wood...

...for a service other than the Wehrmacht ?

Monsieur Schwartz, don't take it the wrong way,
but wood is not difficult to find in the Jura.

If wood doesn't interest him, tell us what does.

Concrete.

As we are going to be here, in any case
for some time yet, the Wehrmacht needs
concrete in large quantities.

They don't make concrete in Germany ?

Yes, yes, apart from all they make
in Poland, Bohemia and Greece.

Make concrete and you'll very quickly
become a great friend of Herr Kolwitz.

Messieurs, I propose that we go to the table.

Listen, Schwartz, I may be saying something stupid,
but isn't the Crémieux business for sale ?

Yes, it seems so.

Herr Muller, Raymond, Monsieur le Sous-Préfet ?

Crémieux is the biggest maker
of concrete in the Jura.

With your father-in-law's support
you could acquire it.

It shouldn't be too expensive.

But wait, Isn't Crémieux Jewish ?

That's exactly why it's for sale.

Which means I buy Crémieux as part of
the Aryanisation Procedures. Is that it ?

The Préfecture will support you 100%.

And you can sell concrete to the Germans.

And your troubles will disappear like
snow in the sunshine as we say at home.

Who's talking about the sun ?

Darling !

Herr Muller, I present my wife.

Enchanted to meet you.

Sarah

Prepare a place setting for Madame.

How are you ?

Monsieur Servier.
Good evening.

Lucienne !

Lucienne.

You didn't come to the door just now ?

Monsieur Bériot knows everything.

He saw us yesterday.

You can't stay here.

What are we going to do ?

We have to stop seeing each other.

It's the only solution.

You're going to say goodbye like that !

You have to leave.

Please.

Anyone could come here. Especially him.
If he sees you now, I don't know how he'll react.

You have to leave.

You have to leave.

Yes-yes, yes-yes. Tell us what you think
of the French, of the French spirit.

We only ask to learn, you know.

The French are very good...

Happy as God in France as we say at home.

That's a cliché, Herr Muller.

Yes a cliché, firstly because
I don't believe in God...

..and then it's us that are in France.

And believe me, we aren't God

So, leaving aside clichés.

The French don't like us much.

...but you know, we don't like you much
either, because you occupied our country !

It's true.

Wars should be forbidden.

Yes, but who should have the power to
forbid them, Monsieur ? The Sicherheitdienst ?

It's your back ?

Would you like me to give you an injection ?

It'll pass on its own.

Didn't Daniel say it was a wound
from the Great War ?

You were in the Great War ?

Apart from evaders, everyone in my generation
was in the Great War.

But it's the same with us you know.

So, tell us about this wound.

You're not going to bother Herr Muller !
No, no, no, no.

That doesn't bother me.
It's the wound that bothers me

It was in 1917, somewhere on the Somme,
in a village called Briare...

The enemy, that's to say, you,
had shelled us for three days and nights...

Anyone who hasn't lived through shelling
like that, has no idea what it's like.

You think you'll go mad.

You can no longer eat, sleep or think...

You think it will never end.

...but after three days it stopped !

The Sergeant made us leave the bunker. Slowly
we put our noses above the parapet, to see...

Such an army !

So many soldiers, but they couldn't walk
three paces without falling, because
the ground was so broken up.

And suddenly, in the smoke, we see
the French with their bayonets fixed...

...with their officers blowing whistles.

I saw them still running towards me...

...the hand-to-hand fighting lasted three hours.
I took a bullet in the shoulder...

...and a bayonet in the back. And...

...It's the bayonet that....

...in a moment, I had...

...I was on the ground.
There was a guy leaning over me...

...who wanted to finish me off...

...and I was able to kill him with his own knife.

...and all that, just to lose the war !

Yes, but you've won another since then.

Maman !

Turn around, it's alright.

What happened ?

Nothing, just a nightmare.

You should give him a little water.
That calms them sometimes.

In fact he's peed the bed. I don't think
its good for him to drink at night.

Oh, you should have told me.
I would have given you a mattress cover.

I'm sorry, I thought he'd got over that problem.

I'll find you clean sheets.

Thank you.

To Aryanise. I ask myself if that's
not going too far.

Why do you say that ?

Papa told me how that works.
They pay the Jew a pittance that he
can't touch until the end of the war...

...to expropriate it with his agreement !

I'm not going to cry for a Jew, believe me...

...but the Germans will finally go...

...and what will these Aryanisations be worth then ?

I don't understand you.
Crémieux is going to be Aryanised anyway.

So it should be people like us rather
than creeps who'll get up to anything.

And then, if the Germans leave, we'll really see.

What's important is to save the business.

Do you know something about concrete ?

I'll learn.

That's what I like about you, Raymond.
Your adaptability.

This morning we were on the edge of bankruptcy
and this evening we're almost bailed out.

Good. I like you when you're like that !

Monsieur le Maire !

Sarah ! Call me...I don't know...Docteur.

Because by calling me Monsieur le Maire,
it looks like talking politics at breakfast !

I've received this document, in German.

Is there a date. A Summons ?

By a justice of the peace, a civil judge.

It's surely something routine.

Good day Sarah.
Madame.

Should I go there then ?

Yes, you need to go. When the Germans summon you
you need to go, otherwise they turn nasty.

Go on. Say that you work for the Mayor,
then tell me what happened. OK ?

Thank you Monsieur.

You sort out the administrative problems
of servants now ?

I'm the Mayor, it's natural.

You never would have done that for Maria.

Hortense, Sarah is Jewish.

It looks like your back is better.

Did the dinner last night succeed ?

Yes.
You see Servier isn't such an asshole as you said.

Anyway, thanks for eventually coming down.

And for being so kind to our German guest.

I told you he was a good guy.

You found him nice ?

Daniel. Are you about to start a jealous scene ?

Not in the least, although I could...

As he left, Servier asked if you'd known him before.

This is incredible, I make an effort for you...

..to come to this damn dinner
that was supposedly so important...

I play my role with the guests
and you just blame me ?

Excuse me, I'm a little tired at the moment.

Yes. Well lie down then, but not on me !

How could you do that to me ?

It's not so simple, Monsieur Bériot.

It is simple. One has confidence in someone, or not.
I've always had confidence in you.

That you wouldn't say anything to me for...
Logically I can understand that, but...!

When I asked you to marry me, you told me
there was no-one else. I believed you.

So I hoped.

I hoped you might change your mind about me.

It's not kind to let a man hope, when it's no use.

Would you have preferred that I lie ?

That I invent someone ?

Would you have stopped hoping ?

It's true the ring is pretty.

Did he give it to you ?

Monsieur Bériot ?
What ?

Ask yourself.... Do you think I'd talk...

But I love you, Lucienne.

How could I want to hurt you ?

It will be our secret.

A secret between the two of us.

Well, between the three of us, eh ?

He's always late !

He's a good guy but he's always late.

Does he work for the Commissariat
for Jewish Questions ?

No. He's the administrator designated by
the Commissariat, to manage the Crémieux sale.

A real guy. Terrific.

Monsieur Cabernis.

Monsieur Cabernis,
Monsieur Schwartz...we know each other.

Monsieur Schwartz ! Gosh, I hadn't expected this.
To say that three months ago, I took you for a Jew !

Annoying, eh, nowadays.

At this point I want to remind you both
how we want this transaction to go.

We don't want the Germans
controlling our concrete.

Are they involved in it too ?

Yes, yes. Obviously, but there'd
be a French front-man.

The Fritz' really want to buy out Crémieux,
but as it's me that decides...

Actually it's Crémieux.
Crémieux will do what I tell him to do.

He's from around here ?

No, no. He's from Strasbourg.
He's got holdings almost everywhere.

In both Zones, even.

So we're going to do this with care.

I have everything prepared.

Of course the Commissariat will have to
see it, before it comes into effect.

But when it come from me, they won't even read it.

Ding dong, finished.

There's only one delicate point.

The source of the funding.

...because that must be squeaky clean.

Don't forget to check everything,
so as to rule out any shenanigans.

Like two Yids agreeing
to quietly buy each other out.

Of course. In respect of that, no problem,
the money comes from my in-laws.

My father in law.

He's Langlois. Inspecteur des Finances,
Old France, the real thing.

Monsieur Crémieux.

Monsieur Crémieux. Good day.

Monsieur Cabernis, whom you know already.

And Monsieur Schwartz.

Good. You've studied the proposal
that I sent you...

...the originals are here...

Listen, it appears very good to me
in principle.

The price suits you ?

Has Monsieur Cabernis told you
I have another offer ?

You're not, however, going to sell
to the Germans, Monsieur Crémieux !
It's them who are nitpicking with you, huh !

We can only follow their lead.

And the origin of your funding
is yourself I suppose ?

No. My in-laws, my father in law.

Langlois, Old France, the real thing.

You're not interested enough
in concrete to invest yourself ?

Let's say that I've liquidity
problems just now.

But, yes, yes concrete interests
me very much, and...

...it very much interests the Germans,
who are already my customers.

And the customer is King !

Listen, I'm going to think about it
for a few hours.

Enough time to call a competitor
who's being manipulated by the Fritz, I'll bet ?

Ah, a crafty one !
I told you.

I prefer to sell to the French...

...but in my situation
I have to look at all the options.

I'll get back to you very quickly.

Marcel !

I didn't expect to see you here.

Can I bother you for two minutes ?

You heard Edmond's instructions !

We're not supposed to see
each other outside meetings.

Edmond's instructions.

Yes, I know.

It must have been painful
that he doubted your word, eh ?

He was right, Marcel.

I lied yesterday.

It's true I played the simpleton
and the Gendarmes bought it, but....

...in the early hours of the morning a guy
arrived from General Intelligence in Lyon...

...he had my dossier...

November, February, everything.

So they gave me a choice. Return to prison
for an indefinite term , minimum two years...

or, become an informer.

Prison's hard, Marcel.

Yes, I know.

So I said to myself,
why not play a game with them ?

After all, what do I risk ?

I agreed !

I promised to give them a report
in three weeks time.

But I can't lie to you.

Did they question you
about the Comrades you knew ?

I gave them false names.

They questioned me about you.

I said I hadn't seen you since February.

But it'll put them onto you again.

But since Edmond is getting me false papers !

All I need to do is move.

Marcel. I can only tell everything to you.

If I'd told Edmond...

It's certain that...

Do you trust me ?

Yes.

You'll not tell the others ?

No.

Monsieur Schwartz !

I'm not interrupting you ?

Oh, no, no. not at all.

Nice business, tell me about it, huh ?

Enough, yes.

I'm a little surprised to see you.

Any news ?

Yes, unfortunately.

The German front-man offered me more than you.

Almost double in fact.

And you've accepted his offer.

Money isn't everything, you know...

...even for Jews.

Wait Monsieur Crémieux.
For me, these stories...

Yes, I'm certain that you adore Jews...

I'm can accept your offer, Monsieur Schwartz...

...but under certain conditions.

I can't raise my offer.

Yes, you told me.

The funding comes from your father in law.

And I'm informed, you have cash flow problems.

What if someone lends you the money
to buy it in your own name ?

Someone ?

Who ?
A friend.

You lend me the money so that
I can buy it from you, is that it ?

Why not ?

We live in paradoxical times, eh ?

You're a philanthropist, right.

Obviously this will be "Give, Give".

I lend you money at a good rate...

You buy the Crémieux-Concrete business
which becomes Schwartz-Concrete or...

whatever you want to call it.

And in exchange you sign a document.

A document which establishes that
at the end of the war, when the
anti-Semitic laws are abolished...

...you'll give me back 50% of my business.

And if these laws are abolished
as you say, how do I know you'll respect
what's written on this paper ?

You'll have more than a piece of paper,
you'll have my promise.

You want to continue managing
via the back door. Is that it ?

Not at all, I'm straightforward.

You buy Crémieux-Concrete, you manage it.

With just one exception. Crémieux-Optique.

A 100% subsidiary. Precision optics,
binoculars, magnifying glasses.
That's my baby.

My grandfather created it
and taught me everything.

Oh it doesn't bring in much,
but, how can I put it...

...it's my secret garden.

I wish to continue to manage it.

You have two days to decide.

Subtitles by Rod Clarke.
Whitby, Ont. March 2014.