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(battle in progress, steady gunfire)

Caje.

I have to get across the street, cover me but keep your fire high. I have to go under it. Villette, come with me.

Let's go.

Cover.

Stop.

A bullet each right in the back of the head.

Come on. Lets get out of here.

Well.

No.

You sure you'd recognize him if you saw him.

Could you ever forget what your father looked like.

You want to see me Saunders.

Yes Sir. Private Villette has a request to make Sir.

Is it anything your platoon commander can't handle, Villette.

Lieut. Hanley's given me permission to speak to you Sir.

I'll be right with you Villette.

Oui. I have waited many years for this opportunity mon Capitaine. Too many years.

Excuse me. I thought you might want to look at this, Capt.

Thank You.

We're looking for information. Mr. Fouquet.

Anything that'll be useful.

Useful.

One owns a cafe, mon Capitaine, one sees the Boches all the time.

And they talk, ohh. They talk.

(Phone ringing)

Excuse me. (Phone ringing)

Checkmate King.

Can you hold a second.

Mr. Fouquet. I'm gonna have my executive officer run you up to Battalion S2. I'm sure they'll want to talk to you.

Yes Sir Capitaine.

Alright.

Your father's French, huh.

Yes Sir. Emile Villette. My mother was American.

They were divorced when I was four. My mom took me back to the states. I haven't seen him in 17 years.

You sure he's here in Beauville.

Um. No, Sir.

But I'm not sure of anything about him, Sir. Where he is, what he does.

Then how can you expect to find him.

This is where he was born. I know that much.

Is this okay with Lieut. Hanley.

Yes Sir. The platoon is dug in.

Okay Villette. You take a look. But I don't want you to go it alone.

There's still some stragglers here in town.

I was planning on going with him, Sir.

That's good enough Sgt. Good luck Villette.

Thank you Sir.

The boy, he is the son of Emile Villette.

Yes. Do you know his father?

The son, he's a good soldier, I guess?

Yeah.

Mon dieux.

He will need much courage, I'm afraid.

(French)

(door bell rings)

Qu'est qui la?

Ils ne vont pas partir.

Qui!

Deux Americaines.

Je ne suis pas ici.

mais pourquoi sont-ils ici ?

Je ne sais pas?

(Bell rings)

Est je suis, pas ici.

See if there's a back door.

What do you want?

We're looking for Emile Villette.

I am sorry but the doctor is not at home.

He, he has gone to help some who are wounded from the shells.

He will not be back for many hours.

Can you tell us where he is?

I am sorry but I cannot help you.

Please, my name is Paul Villette. The doctor's my father.

Come in please.

Please wait here.

Partir?

Non.

Pourquois?

C'est ton fils.

Mon fils.

Paul?

Oui...Paul.

Your father?

Yeah. My mother and me.

I was only four.

I still remember that sailor suit.

It was at Ville France. We were there for two weeks.

Look very happy, don't we.

Yeah. Your mother's a very beautiful woman.

Was. She died six months ago.

You are Paul?

Yes.

Oh, I'm sorry, this is Sgt. Saunders.

How you do, Sir.

How do you do.

Oh, and this is your aunt Claire. My sister.

Do you remember, Paul?

I, I'm afraid not.

No. Of course not. You were much too young.

I, I asked her to tell you I was not at home. I, I did not know who you were.

You are really here.

Ha ha, I cannot believe it.

You uh, you must both stay for dinner.

Claire is an excellent cook.

Well. As a matter of fact, Dr, we should be getting back by now.

No no no. You must stay.

It is so long since I've seen my son.

Well, I think you'll be alright. The platoon is dug in about about 500 yards from here.

Just be back by 1900 huh.

Thank you Sgt.

It was very nice meeting you, Sir.

We will meet again. I am certain.

Well, maybe we'll be around for a while.

1900, Villette.

I will get some wine.

You know what she's doing.

Leaving us alone to get acquainted.

Imagine

having to get acquainted with one's own son.

You can never predict what strange things may happen in war.

Father.

Yes Paul.

I'm glad I found you.

Mon fils. C'est bon.

No. Once I had great ambitions to be an important doctor in Paris.

You remember Claire?

But, these things do not always work out.

So I came back here where I was born.

And I been practicing here almost 15 years.

It's a good life.

Or it was, until the Nazis came.

At least you're both still alive. I'm glad of that.

I will get the coffee.

Did you know her son and husband were killed in the first month of this foolish war.

Your aunt is a good woman, Paul.

But now she she can think only of yesterday.

and she walks around like a dead person.

She would not think of tomorrow.

Always,

one must have tomorrow here.

To fulfill one's dreams.

To tomorrow.

(A shell rips overhead)

BLAM

(Another shell approaches)

BLAM

See anything out there.

Uh Uh.

No. But they're sure tuning up for something.

Yeah.

You seen Villette.

No, shouldn't he be back by now?

Yep.

I'm gonna go get him.

Alright.

Say Bonjour to his father for me. Will ya.

Surely you can stay a few more minutes, Paul.

Father, if you've got a cellar, you better get in it.

Emile, he is right. We should..

(doorbell rings)

(Doorbell rings again)

Halt.

I would not want to shoot an American soldier, Monsieur.

But the Boches might be back in Gauvest by tomorrow morning, then it would be too late.

So.

Comment.

Solide.

No! Paul.

What do you want with my father?

Ah ah.

He will be tried, monsieur.

If he is guilty, he will be shot.

Guilty of what?

Paul?

I have done nothing.

You are the son. Monsieur, and the son has a right to know what his father is. Look at him.

Because of him. Many Frenchmen were tortured.

deported, executed.

It is not true.

Paul, I have known of these things. I have known it.

But I am not a traitor. I swear it. I swear it.

You swear it.

Would you swear that the German Capitaine never came to this house.

Will you swear that no Frenchman was arrested after each of his visits.

But I had nothing to do with it.

Everyone knows the German Capitaine can eat nothing but milk and eggs.

Is, is that true?

Mais.

Because of that, you accuse my father of

The Germans have their own doctors, Monsieur.

The Capitaine did not need your father for this medicine.

Could I refuse?

He said no one else could help him. I gave him medicine, nothing more.

I uh, I am not a collaborator.

Paul.

You believe me. Do you not.

Yes Father.

Put down your guns.

I said put em down.

Villette, what's going on here.

It's my father, Sgt. They're accusing him of collaborating.

He tried to interfere, Sgt.

It will be a fair trial.

Sergeant. I am innocent.

It is not their affair.

Is for us to handle.

We are members of the resistance Sgt.

We can't interfere with this, Villette.

But he's my father.

Those are the regulations.

Come on. We gotta move out.

No Sgt.

Villette. I gave you an order.

Now move out.

(A shell rips through the air and explodes close by)

So it begins, huh.

Yeah.

It begins.

Pull back.

Medic!

Get him outta here.

Villette. Pull back.

Hey Doc. Any word on Baker yet.

Just a flesh wound. He'll be okay.

Man. He's a lucky guy.

You know, in a couple days we'll be going at that town again, and Baker's gonna be holding some nurse's hand.

Villette.

Yes Sergeant.

I'm making a reconnaisance into the Beauville area. S2 wants to find out if there's any krauts still there.

Maybe you could find out what happened to my father.

Maybe you can. I'm taking one man. That's you.

We're also supposed to make contact with a French civilian.

A one armed man by the name of

Henri Fouquet.

Guerre.

(Woman wailing)

Must be his wife.

You stay with her. I'm gonna check the rest of the rooms.

Madame Fouquet.

Oh, oh, ohh.

C'est tu Boches qui ont eu

ma beau man.

(French)

They're empty.

Did she say what happened?

The Germans picked him up.

Il est mort.

Il est mort.

They shot him.

Madame Fouquet.

Je suis les fils.

Meurtrier. Meurtrier!

Come on. Let's get out of here.

We can't leave her, Sarge.

We can't help her now.

She'll raise every kraut in the area. Come on.

Meurtrier!

Look out!

Qui est la?

Don't say anything. It is Paul.

What happened to my father?

Nothing. Nothing.

He's alive. They believed him.

Oui. Oui Paul. Oh, the Germans have...

Claire.

A dit parlez vous?

Ai-je vous entends parler à Paul.

Paul.

Father.

Paul. You are insane, coming here to my house. You know.

(a vehicle is heard approaching)

We were out on reconnaisance. The Sgt. was wounded. I couldn't leave him behind.

I didn't know where else to bring him.

This, this Sergeant. Where is he?

Behind the house. I thought we could bring him in and you could take..

No! I can do nothing.

Emile!

You know what can happen to us if we continue, him and his wounded Sgt.

You want to speak to him.

Father. If you don't help him, he'll die.

He'll die.

But he is a soldier. I am not.

Paul.

What are you going to do?

There's only one thing I can do.

Try to get him back to our lines.

Through the Germans?

You are with a wounded man.

You cannot do it, Paul.

You will be killed.

What do you want me to do. Leave him in a field to die.

The old chise room.

He will fit behind the stone wall in the office.

He will live longer than you or I.

Thank you.

Thank you, Father.

You had your breakfast, I see.

And did you eat much.

I ate a little.

How soon do you think we'll be able to leave?

When you are able to walk.

Last night, the Germans found your hats in the Café.

Also your blood. They will be searching.

Did you sleep well Paul.

Better than you did.

You were out early.

I had a baby to deliver at 6 o'clock this morning.

It was born dead.

No yesterday.

No today, and no tomorrow. Dead.

The food is for the Germans, not for the mothers.

(Doorbell ringing)

Be quiet.

(doorbell rings again)

Docteur. Ma petite fille.

Elle adois deneur.

(French)

Ne placid.

Can you hear anything.

I think it's a patient.

(French)

(French)

(French)

Trois heures du matin.

fouiller chaque pièce de la maison.

Chaque les aux de village.

What's wrong?

She said the Germans woke her up at three this morning to search her house.

They searched every house in the village.

Every one.

Sarge. They didn't come here.

Well maybe...

we're just lucky.

How soon do you think the Americans will be here again?

I don't know.

Two, three days, a week perhaps. And they will find you and the Sgt.

And when they do, Claire, that will be the end of

accusations about me by people like Henri Fouquet.

Henri is dead.

Claire, there are others like him.

You are not eating Paul.

I'm not very hungry.

The wounded man eats more than my son.

What happened Father?

Last night, you were so worried about the Germans.

Hmmm.

I was nervous.

You had been here almost

24 hours.

They have not found you, and they will not.

What is the matter?

This morning a baby was born dead because his mother didn't have enough to eat.

And now you will not eat.

That will not help the baby, Paul.

Your father did everything he could.

He brought food whenever it was possible.

And just where did my father get all this food.

From the Germans.

I'm a Docteur.

They allow me extra food rations.

Just as they give me extra gasoline coupons for my auto.

So it hasn't been so bad for you. Has it.

I will bring some coffee.

Sit Paul.

Sit my son.

It has been hard Paul,

for everyone.

You are in the Army. What is your greatest concern?

Remaining alive, perhaps.

I suppose so.

Of course,

and it has been ours.

We do what we can. We survive.

Is it so wrong to have one glass of good wine, or one dish of good food.

Is that all there is to think about.

For today, yes.

For tomorrow, perhaps something else.

The baby is dead.

That is yesterday.

(A massive explosion is heard outside)

Probably a lot of glass. Stay away from the window.

Qu'est qu'il ya.

Qu'est qu'il ya. What happened?

The Germans have an ammunition dump anywhere near here?

Oui, about 1 km. Is that what it was?

Don't know what else would make a blast like that.

Somebody must have planted a bomb.

Alors.

So a Frenchman

destroyed a German ammunition supply.

He's a hero.

Now let us sit in peace for dinner.

So how you doing?

Oh, first thing I ever promised myself was never to be taken prisoner..

with my pants off.

That was an ammo dump wasn't it.

I think so.

That means all the krauts will be searching every house for the guys who did it.

Not this one.

Gimme a hand will you.

How you feeling?

I feel pretty good.

Your dad's a good doctor.

Yeah.

Stop tearing yourself apart.

He helped me stay alive. He risked his life to do it.

Oop

Oh.

Go easy.

(breathing hard, in pain)

Alright. I'll get it.

Just a,

Hand me my shoes.

You know Sarge.

I've been thinking of him, ever since I was 10,

since I was 10 years old.

My mom would never even talk about him.

She could never stop me from thinking about how great it would be to have a father.

And when she died, it became even more important.

And now I found him.

I think I love him.

But I'm frightened Sarge. I don't even know who he is.

Doctor Emile Villette.

Beauville.

France.

That's a name, not a man.

Maybe this sounds crazy, but I almost wish the Germans would search this house.

(German)

(Knock, knock, knock, knock)

(Knock, knock, knock)

Qui est la?

Captain Hoffman. Die Tür öffnen.

(Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock)

Doctor? (German)

(German)

(German)

Ask what you can do for me.

You can help me greatly.

You heard the explosion, no doubt, earlier this evening.

We know nothing about that.

Of course not. But you know what these disturbances do to me.

I'm sorry to disturb you at this late hour, but

It's impossible for me to sleep.

I will fix something for you.

Something you can take with you Captain.

I will be only a moment.

You're very kind. Dr. As always.

(German)

Go right ahead, Dr.

Dr., about the explosion today.

You wouldn't know who is responsible, would you.

I have told you Capitaine. I know nothing about it.

But you find out something. huh?

I don't know what you mean.

Ha, ha, ha, ha. ha, ha.

It's very amusing Dr.

Very amusing indeed.

Suddenly, after one day with the Americans, you don't know what I mean.

Here.

This should supply you for many days.

Thank you.

I want the names of those who are responsible.

and I want them by tomorrow night.

But how can I?

Please.

You're not being very helpful to my stomach tonight.

Now, we know.

It's no longer our one armed friend, Henri Fouquet.

So tomorrow

You will make your rounds.

See your patients.

You will talk to them.

They will talk to you.

And tomorrow night,

You will speak to me.

Verstehen?

Like you fear now.

You have nothing to fear. Dr.

You've been much too valuable to me.

Your brother as usual, was an excellent Doctor.

Good night Madam.

We were fortunate. Were we not?

One more step

and he would have seen you both.

It is quite late.

I think we should all try to go back to bed.

It's a lie.

It's a lie.

I have never betrayed one man.

Not one.

You do not believe me.

My own son.

Look at him.

My own son, he does not believe me.

The Captain, has asked me many times to do these things for him.

I have always refused.

Always.

What kind of man do you think I am?

How many men have you killed, Father.

I said how many men have you killed.

You don't know Paul.

You don't know how it has been.

Am I such a terrible man.

He would have killed me.

Men murdered. I like to stay alive.

Judas.

You lived well, did you not?

You ate well, did you not?

You shut your eyes, did you not?

This is not my war.

I did not want it.

All I wanted

was to stay alive.

Is that so wrong?

I stayed alive?

And I have seen you again,

after 17 years.

Is that so wrong, my son?

Villette.

The keys.

Where are the keys to the car.

In his coat pocket.

Why?

The krauts are used to seeing his car on the road late at night.

Maybe we can get through.

But you are safer here.

Are we?

Just how frightened do you have to be, Father, before you turn us over to the Captain.

But you are my son.

I wish I'd been killed before I found you.

I will drive.

It will be safer for you and Paul if you are not seen.

I often drive.

They will not stop me.

No, it's, it's too dangerous.

Please. Let me do this.

Let me do this one thing.

Alright.

Let's go,Villette.

You are my son.

Halt!

(German)

(a shot from the house)

Father.

Tu est mon fils.

A little further on is the checking point. They will search the car.

Do you think you can make it?

I made it this far. I'll make it. Let me sit down here for a minute.

Claire?

I'm going back.

Going back?

Oui.

But you can't. You'll be killed.

That is no longer possible.

Your father was right, Paul.

I shut my eyes.

The first time I did that,

That was when I died.

I can't let you go.

Shh.

I'm going back.

My dear Paul.

Souviens-toi combien ton père voulait rester en vie.

Cela tu direz combien il t'aimer.

She's quite a gal.

Yeah.

Know what she said to me just now.

No.

Remember how much your father wanted to stay alive.

That will tell you how much he loved you.

Might as well...give it a try.

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