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{an5}THE MAN WITH NO NAME

What you ask is impossible, Kommandant.

I beg your pardon?

We can't kill families in front of our women and children, there are limits !

I order you !

It's a direct order.

I can't do that.

I will not do it.

Decidedly, in war, you have to do everything yourself !

{an8}There's no longer a train.

{an8}We'll deal with the Jews, and then we'll go.

Tell your men to leave !

Come on ! Alban, Xavier...

You're crazy !

Come... come.

Run !

Come on !

Come on !

{an8}If they find us, they're going to kill us.

{an8}Well... You were with them, right?

{an8}If I hadn't killed the chief Boche, you'd both be dead.

{an8}Am I supposed to say thank you ?

{an8}There's an abandoned farmhouse not far...

{an8}We'll stop a while. We'll rest.

{an8}Come on, come on.

{an8}I have to change your bandages...

{an8}so you have less pain.

{an8}To treat you.

{an8}To take care of you.

{an8}I don't think he wants to be cared for.

{an8}He can't stay like this.

{an8}Why not?

{an8}He knows he's going to die.

{an8}We must keep up hope.

{an8}I think...

{an8}he was burned in a tank.

{an8}He can't talk...

{an8}and perhaps he can't eat, either.

{an8}With luck...

{an8}and time...

{an8}all injuries can be healed.

{an8}Give me your hand.

{an8}Would it bother you to...

{an8}take a German soldier's hand.

{an8}No.

{an8}You know, I knew a German soldier...

{an8}at the beginning of the war.

{an8}Here...

{an8}at the school.

{an8}He was lucky.

{an8}What was he called ?

{an8}Kurt Wagner.

{an8}He was a Feldwebel.

{an8}He went to the Russian Front in 41.

I hope for his sake he didn't stay too long.

I've had no news for three years.

It's like with the wounds...

you have to hope...

Luck...

and time.

Sometimes I think he'll return.

He'll arrive, just like that...

in the middle of a class...

or at playtime.

I imagine his gaze at that time.

I imagine his smile...

I wonder how he looks in civilian clothes.

I always saw him in uniform.

As I was saying... Marchetti was scum.

Shut up ! The problem isn't Marchetti.

It's the Boche asking us to commit a massacre before our families.

Marchetti had the courage to do what I should have done.

And the Yids, what became of them ?

I don't know.

Well that's stupid !

Because we could have kept them as hostages.

Excuse me, but who cares about the Yids ?

The important thing is: what do we do now ?

There is no train...

so we can say goodbye to Belfort.

The nearest frontier is sixty kilometres away.

On foot ?

The frontier isn't our last hope !

It's Villeneuve.

Schneider left three trucks, enough for a convoy.

You want to return to Villeneuve !

What do we risk ?

Well the Allies, the Maquis, a fight with our families to hand. I don't know...

We'll have to separate from the families.

Separate from the families ?

We leave them here with two guys and our supplies...

we go get the trucks from the school...

come back and load everyone up.

And if it doesn't go well in Villeneuve ?

And we don't come back, huh ?

Without us, the families risk less than with us.

He's right. We start in an hour.

Combat formation, light and medium armament.

Maximum ammunition.

I'll study the best route to make our way to the school. Come on.

Who is the man you're traveling with ?

Apparently, you know him better than me, right ?

Answer the question.

A German officer...

Hans Steiger...

It doesn't bother you to hang about with an SS man ?

As long as he pays...

Times are tough, you know.

You're not afraid to be mixed up with Germans on the run ?

Well, to be more exact, we were going to Switzerland.

It seems the mountains are good for my airways.

They don't seem to be doing too badly.

Thank you.

You know he's not called Steiger.

Well, I didn't ask him for his papers.

What's his name ?

That he doesn't want to tell us. But you may be able to ?

But I've only known him for ten days.

It would help your situation.

What is my situation ?

Mistress of an SS officer on the run...

If we give you to the Resistance...

I fear for your airways.

But I'm not his mistress, he paid for a week.

Two maximum. You're going to explain that the FFI.

They not very understanding at this time...

with women.

Do you smoke ?

Bad for the airways.

Come on... tell me his real name, and I'll let you go.

It's very important for us to identify this guy.

Especially if he's Sicherheitsdienst. Is he SD ?

But I don't know ! Tell me his real name.

But I'm not going to invent it, I don't know.

The guy picked me up in a bar. He's nice, he's got money. That's it. I know nothing, I swear.

Good !

We'll hold you a little while...

Based on our understanding. And what are you going to do with him ?

Are you interested ? That's curious.

He promised me 50,000 francs. I'd like to see it before you send him wherever...

You can kiss goodbye to them.

Hortense !

{an8}No

{an8}Don't shoot !

{an8}I'm his father !

{an8}Don't shoot !

{an8}Get away !

{an8}I'm a good Collaborator !

{an8}I've worked with the Wehrmacht !

{an8}I told you to leave !

{an8}I speak German !

{an8}I'm your friend !

{an8}Let me speak to your Kommandant !

{an8}I'm a doctor !

{an8}I can help you !

{an8}I know where there are medicines !

{an8}Doctor ?

{an8}Yes

{an8}I'm a doctor !

Who do you think he looks like ?

I don't know !

Not my mother.

I've never seen my father.

Not even a photo ? No, not even a photo.

Maman kept no trace of him.

And she didn't like talking about him.

Don't you think he looks like me, a little ?

He has my forehead.

My eyes, too.

Let's move away. I don't want him to wake up.

Listen, for what you did just now, thank you

No, stop !

Anyway, thank you for him. He's my son, Rita.

You don't have to thank me.

He's not your son.

He's a fatherless boy.

That's what you told him ? I haven't told him anything.

He's not even two ! So what are you going to say.

I don't know !

All children need a father.

You have no father.

Unless you lied to me about that too.

I lied to you about one thing...

Because I couldn't do otherwise.

It's exactly because I have no father....

that I want him to have one.

At least that he knows he has one.

Do you think he'll live happily, knowing it was you ?

Cop, Collabo...

All cops were collaborators at first. Who arrested Jews...

I obeyed orders. That's all.

Like all cops. No, Jean, not like all cops.

A Swiss policeman stopped me...

at the frontier last year, with David.

Well, he hid me for two months. Despite orders.

Hey... I also hid you.

Because you wanted to sleep with me.

Oh... and not him ?

I didn't only want to sleep with you, Rita...

I wanted to marry you.

I thought about you every day for two years.

Every day.

You're the only thing that keeps me alive.

I'm not a "thing", Jean. I know, excuse me.

No, but I know that's how you see people.

Objects that you can manipulate as you please.

That's not true !

You don't feel anything for me ?

Disgust... and contempt.

I don't believe you.

It can't be true !

If you know what's true... stop asking questions.

He's hungry and I've nothing to give him.

We'll have to find him something to eat, then.

Listen, Rita...

You're all alone, you've no money, no papers...

Let me help you.

I know it won't change your contempt and disgust... but...

I want to help you.

Please.

Your son is in the black market, Docteur.

And I hate black marketeers.

I'm not his son.

He's my nephew.

His father was shot last year.

I look after him. You look after nothing !

Do you want to end up like your father ?

It's easy, you know.

I give an order, and it's all over.

Is that what you want ?

So... Shut up.

Shut up !

{an8}You'll be OK. You'll be OK, Helmuth

{an8}What happened ?

{an8}We were attacked by terrorists...

{an8}while I was going for a piss.

{an8}We're going to look after you

{an8}Take him inside.

{an8}All will be well !

Can you operate on him, Docteur ?

Maybe... I need to examine him.

So... hurry up !

{an8}In retribution, round up five men at random and shoot them.

Capitaine, do that and I won't operate on your soldier.

Pardon ?

{an8}I'll take care of no-one if you carry out this retribution.

{an8}Do you know what ?

{an8}I haven't the time, and you're going to do what I tell you.

{an8}It's not by killing me

that you're going to save this guy.

Very well.

Very well.

You answer for his life, Docteur.

Save Helmuth...

or this boy will follow in the footsteps of his father.

Ah, Docteur !

There are several badly wounded needing your care.

I didn't know you were back in Villeneuve.

{an8}Get a move on !

For now I have an emergency.

Are you able to assist me in an operation ?

What do we have to do ?

What ever I ask you, and don't be afraid of blood.

I'll be fine.

In 40, at the church, you remember you broke. You let me down.

It's no longer 40, Docteur. Very well. So prepare hot water.

Don't worry.

Were you arrested with Muller ?

They took him away. I don't know where.

Surely to Dijon.

Do you think they're going to kill him ?

Not the Americans. But they won't necessarily hand him to the French.

Do they know who you are ? No.

It's especially Heinrich they want to identify.

So, obviously, they're trying to spot SD.

And what are you doing here ?

A checkpoint questioned a pass for Switzerland that Schneider gave me...

So they take me for some kind of spy.

That's comical.

Me a good-time girl, you a spy...

They're wrong about both.

Men are always wrong.

In so far as deceiving us, it's just normal.

You know, we never talked about it, but...

About what happened with Philip... It's ancient history.

He blackmailed me...

I had to... Listen !

He's dead and gone. Let's say no more.

But you loved him !

Sometimes.

But he was a man with no future.

Brilliant, charming but... no future.

The worst sort.

Because you find a man with a future, but neither brilliant nor charming, to be better ?

Men are so stupid.

Basically...

We don't expect too much of them.

That's true.

Why they don't they do it for us ?

They mustn't know how.

We should tell them.

Well, we're not going to tell them our greatest secret !

What would we have left ?

Among women, it's understood.

Madame Deschamps !

Yes.

You are wanted by the Pr�fecture of Dijon.

Please, no, don't hit me.

They say that you've denounced people.

You don't understand, they're going to kill me.

Captain, I beg you.

Madame Parmentier !

Yes.

We're now checking your papers.

When that's done, you can go.

You !

It's all right, you can go.

Jeannine Chassagne, is she here ?

That's me.

That's not the name you gave at your interview.

Your name is Schwartz.

Yes, well... I re-married.

So you really are Jeannine Chassagne ?

Yes. Did my father intercede ?

Your father ? Yes.

The Besan�on FFI claim you.

Wait !

Call my father in Paris, he's someone important !

I couldn't care less.

Captain, call her father. He was a Secretary of State before the war.

I've no time to lose.

Captain, I can give you some information.

Something that will interest you.

She's not called Parmentier but Hortense Larcher.

The man she's with is Heinrich Muller, SD Chief at Villeneuve.

Let me go !

I don't want us to be separated.

Genevieve it's the only solution.

With these trucks, we have a real chance.

In an hour we'll be at the frontier.

What if you get caught in Villeneuve ?

We won't be caught.

We're numerous, well-armed, and know how to fight.

And you think you're going to fight ?

No, but... look, even if that should happen...

We'll be here as soon as possible.

Do you trust me ?

But you said we'd take the train...

The train... we can't do anything about.

The trucks, it all depends on us.

And if you don't come back, what do I do ?

I'm going to come back. Alban !

I'm no longer twelve.

What do I do if you don't come back ?

Above all, don't stay with the others.

Leave on your own.

Head for Granny's and be forgotten for a few months.

Is that understood ?

So ?

There's a guard posted.

They're half asleep.

We'll make an attempt later.

What do we do in the meantime ?

We could play Rock, Paper, Scissors.

Wow !

Come on then.

Do you know the rules ?

I know hopscotch rules better, but it's not very difficult, eh ?

Rock, Paper, Scissors... There's the Well, too.

I know. Be careful, I win all the time.

I don't doubt it.

First round of 10 ? Is that OK ?

That's fine.

Rock, Paper, Scissors !

Scissors cut Paper. 1 point for yours truly. Go on, cut !

But we don't do that ?

Who doesn't do that ?

Well, boys.

I've only played it with boys !

Well, we girls do that.

You have to pretend to do it, or it doesn't count.

Scissors cut Paper.

Your Scissors don't cut well. They're all I have.

A kiss instead. But we don't do that !

But we did that.

What... you girls kiss each other ?

When you play Rock, Paper, Scissors ?

No..... but anyway...

Come on ! You're cheating.

Concentrate.

Rock, Paper, Scissors !

Paper covers the Well.

You girls do that when playing too ? Shut up !

Here !

Dab me. Pardon ?

My forehead !

He's losing too much blood.

Are your hands clean ? Yes.

You'll have to press here where I tell you.

In his abdomen ?

Yes, in his abdomen, can you do it ? Yes.

With your fist here.

The burn case is breathing poorly.

Forget him, and push with your fist, damnit !

A little more to the right. Where there's a little bulge.

I told you right. You don't see the bulge ?

I can see nothing, Docteur.

You don't have to talk to me like that for us to work well together.

Excuse me.

If you don't do what I ask, he's going to die.

When I say so, press for 10 seconds, absolutely without moving.

Do you understand ? Yes.

Are you ready ? Yes.

Do it now.

That's good...

Thank you. It's not obvious that you've never done it before.

I was wondering...

if I understand it, nurses wipe sweat off the surgeons brows ?

Yes.

Who wipes the nurses ?

They manage it themselves.

If he gets through the next 2 hours, he'll survive.

Can you stay ?

I want to see my daughter.

The time to sew him up.

Yes.

Here, I've only found this !

Your Swiss cop...

Well, what ?

Why didn't he keep you ?

His wife surprised us and reported me.

Forty three, no papers and a with a child.

I was sure to be deported and handed over to the Boche.

He did manage to get me back across the frontier.

Just at the same point where you took me.

And since then ?

I wandered from farm to farm...

and to a doctor... who reported me to the Gendarmes...

a fortnight ago, near Moissay.

Are you too tired to eat ?

Come on.

You're going to take a nap.

Can I take him in my arms ?

No.

Rita, just once, please.

Just once !

The gentleman is nice...

He's a friend of Maman.

He's going to give you a hug.

I don't know how it's done. Like this.

There you are sweetheart.

Are you alright ? He's fine.

My name's Jean.

Jean Marchetti.

Give him back to me.

I'm sorry.

Really. It doesn't matter.

It happens, especially the first time.

I don't understand... Don't worry.

You must be disappointed.

It doesn't matter. It's making a mountain of it that would disappoint me.

We'll have other opportunities.

You know, though, I like you.

We mustn't talk about these things. Let's talk about something else.

Shall we play Rock, Scissors, Paper ?

No, it's not worth it. I won.

Tell me a story.

A story... ?

The little boy and the Golden Spring.

Marcel's story.

I don't know...

I'm sure its fine.

Yes, it is.

So, tell...

Once upon a time...

long, long ago...

in a very distant kingdom...

a little boy who didn't learn his lessons.

What was his name ?

Oh, the story doesn't say.

He didn't learn his lessons...

because he wanted to change the world. Really ? Why ?

Well, because he saw around him hungry children, and the old who were cold...

men and women who had troubles.

And every day he asked his parents, the King and Queen...

Papa, Maman, why is there so much hardship in the Kingdom ?

The King and Queen replied...

because that's the way the world is.

And this answer didn't satisfy the little boy at all.

So one day he set off around the world to change things once and for all.

He traveled for 7 years and 7 days.

And one Autumn morning...

he met the wisest of the sages.

Great sage, how can I change the world ?

And he replied...

if you want to change the world, you must find the Golden Spring.

The Golden Spring ? But where is it ?

Oh, it's not easy to find.

but if you want to create happiness around you,

you have to seek it without cease...

with all your heart, and all your strength.

It's truly a good story.

Then the little boy...

climbed the highest mountains...

went to the bottom of the sea, combed the countryside...

but couldn't find the Golden Spring.

And after 777 years...

he returned to see the great sage who was on his deathbed.

A bed made of red leaves...

and green leaves.

Great sage...

I haven't found it.

I've searched everywhere but I haven't found the Golden Spring.

Then the great sage replied...

You've looked everywhere except where you should have...

The Golden Spring, little boy...

the Golden Spring...

which enables changing the world...

and creating happiness around you...

the Golden Spring which you've sought in the four corners of the earth...

is in your heart, little boy.

It's in your heart.

Is it true that I disgust you ?

Yes...

and no.

Who are you ?

I'm Jewish !

I was a prisoner of the Boches.

We were at Seurres station, but there was a shooting. We managed to escape.

Yes, we heard.

And you ?

He's my husband.

You're not Jewish ?

Yes... Yes, yes. I... I ripped off my star.

Yes, you're right. It's safer.

There are Miliciens running around.

It even appears that Marchetti is with them.

Who ? Marchetti, the cop...

the butcher of Villeneuve.

The FFI put a price on his head.

Anyway. Be careful !

Why do they call you the butcher of Villeneuve ?

It's nothing...

People like doing that, giving nicknames.

Why ?

Listen, Rita, I...

I've done horrible things.

Things I never even imagined possible.

I didn't take pleasure...

I didn't really decide on them, but I did them anyway.

But worse than arresting Jewish families with children ?

Yes.

Say it !

Why ? It will help me...

To what ? To erase you for good.

What did you do ?

I can't in front of the little one.

You're his father, but you can't talk before him !

He's asleep.

Perhaps he'll hear anyway. If he hears he'll forget.

And anyway, he wouldn't understand.

If he doesn't understand, he'll never forget.

What did you do, Jean ?

I hung a woman this morning.

A Resistant.

Marie Germain.

I hanged her. I didn't have to...

Forgive me.

Well, the priority is simple, it's to restore the Republic...

which means the government authority, chaired by G�n�ral de Gaulle.

And for that, we need three things...

Ensure order and security.

I'm here for that.

Organize supplies and accommodation...

we know it'll be a mess but we'll all roll up our sleeves and make it happen.

And finally we'll find and punish the Collaborators.

Without weakness, but without excess.

Monsieur le Pr�fet...

I present the head of the Maquis, Antoine...

whom I think you don't know.

Was it you who had the stupid idea of killing the head of the Milice ?

Er... more or less. What does that mean, more or less ?

It means it was me. Is there is a problem ? Yes !

It's exactly the kind attitude and action we want to avoid.

This bullshit caused the hangings at the school.

And the death of Marie Germain.

If I had time, I'd prosecute you.

I've been a Resistant since November... We don't care about your record.

Or mine for that matter. What counts now is the future...

the France we're going to build.

Get that into your skulls, the Occupation is over.

Now we must build peace.

While not wanting to contradict you... I prefer to be addressed formally !

There are still Boches in Villeneuve. And hard cases !

A Panzer unit.

They hold the centre. They said there were no Boches in Villeneuve !

Well, obviously, they've returned.

We have guys watching their movements.

Well, I'll find out.

We'll meet here tonight at eleven.

To make decisions. Thank you, Messieurs. Dames !

Messieurs-Dames.

What are you going to do when...

when this is over ?

I'll first try to get news of Maman.

Even though I know that probably...

And afterwards ?

I don't know.

I think that France is finished, for me...

I won't be able to forget 42...

the school...

people looking at us like animals.

Are going to return to Belgium ? No !

Maybe America...

London...

or Portugal.

If I ever I get out of this alive...

I'd like to write to you.

To know where you are.

Where you live.

How would you get our address ?

Send me a letter poste-restante, and I'll find a way to get it.

There's nothing here. We're wasting our time.

When hunting, you need patience kid.

The Spics said that Marchetti was at the station.

There was no train. He must be here.

Did you hear something ?

Is there someone in the barn ?

Go.

Don't shoot ! Who are you ?

Can't you see she's Jewish !

You were at the station, right ? Yes.

They fired, and I ran for it.

Glad you've survived.

We'll escort you to Post 13. They'll give you water, and something for the child.

Come on.

Lucienne, softly.

I've had enough trouble getting her to sleep.

What a shame ! I wanted to hug her.

Well, I at least expected a compliment.

Well, in that you're going to be disappointed.

My word, you're becoming more and more impertinent !

Did you ask old Maxime for something to eat ?

Yes. He gave me a piece of cheese with stale bread.

Where did you put it ? Here.

You could have left some for me.

And she believes me !

Oh... I wish you hadn't left me any.

Yes, well... old Maxime, he's a Northern lad, it's...

It's... it's rough up there.

So really, you don't want any ?

No, I think I'd rather go hungry.

You're right.

Old Maxime also gave me a tip...

We can slip away through the cellar, under the noses of the Boches.

What ?

There's a little door into the garden. Through the fence, and we're outside.

Just find an excuse to go down to the cellar.

Really... we're not going like that.

Why ?

I...

I'm committed to care for the wounded.

Committed with a Boche... who cares !

But...

I'm committed with Docteur Larcher, too.

Larcher's a Collabo.

Look, Lucienne, we've got Francoise back. What's keeping you here ?

My word. It was you taught me that, right ?

Yeah, yeah, yeah... It doesn't depend on nationality !

Yes, OK, OK !

Confiscated.

The Doctor. He wants you to come.

His pulse is weakening.

I have to give him an adrenaline injection, but there's none here.

I have to go look in my office. If Kruger agrees.

He will.

Do you know how to do cardiac massage ? No.

Mouth to mouth ?

I'm a teacher, Docteur.

Take a pulse, can you do that ? Yes.

Good.

Take his pulse continuously...

If it falters again, give him a shot of this.

It's an intramuscular. Do you know how ?

Yes.

I'll be back in half an hour.

Good luck.

Calm down. Calm down. I'm here. Hush, hush. Breathe.

Breathe, breathe. There, there. Gently.

Gently.

Gently. I'll remove your bandages so you can breathe.

There. Is that OK ?

Gently ! Shhh.

There, that's good.

There, that's good. This hand is not too burned.

It's alright, it's alright.

It'll be fine.

Kurt... !

Kurt.

Subtitles by Rod Clarke Whitby, Ont. March 2015