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The entire world has heard about

the dramatic episodes of the French Resistance.

No one knows better than you

the importance of this heroic period in the history of the French nation.

The story that we are about to tell will teach you nothing.

That, we know.

We tell it, because it is true.

And because it shows that, across the seas,

in the farthest reaches of the French Empire

we are one and the same.

MADAGASCAN ADVENTURE

Directed by Alfred Hitchcock

Produced at Welwyn Studios, England

with the collaboration of French-speaking writers

artists and technicians working in Great Britain.

London, 1944.

A handful of actors in London,

were asked by the French military authorities

to form a theatre company and perform shows

for soldiers and civilians but also for the many English

who know and love France.

One of the company's actors was, until the war,

a lawyer in Madagascar.

It is the 28th June 1940. Listen to his story...

- What's the problem, old boy? - I don't understand a thing, that's all.

What don't you understand?

This character they've given me in their new play.

I feel like I'm feeling my way in the dark, I can't find anything.

- Let me tell you, your acting is wonderful. - Yes?

- But you're playing a different role. - Thanks for nothing.

Think of someone and base your character on them.

Ah, if only you'd known my old friend Michel!

- Michel Simon? - It's not a Michel Simon role.

I wasn't talking about Michel Simon,

I was referring to Jean Michel, Head of the Police in Madagascar.

But my character is not a policeman,

quite the opposite, he's a big time gangster.

And secondly, I don't know Madagascar or your friend Michel.

Even so, you can still base your character on him.

It's funny because you look like him.

The first time that I saw you, I said to myself,

"Fancy that! He's the spitting image of Michel. "

It would be easy, very easy to get the two of you confused.

And you'd agree, had you been in court with me

in Antananarivo in April 1940.

I declare that my client is innocent.

An importer of his standing has no reason to breach the customs laws.

The rolls of silk that were intended for him

disappeared from the Tamatave custom house shop!

But I assure you that my client did not steal them.

Who else but him would have had an interest

in making them disappear?

Those who had an interest in their being misplaced.

Who then?

These gentlemen from the Police Directorate, for instance.

Whom I formally accuse of plotting, conniving, and scheming this entire scam.

This is a complete fiction, stay tuned to find out what happens in the next episode.

The worst detective novels are always written by pseudo-detectives.

Kindly refrain from entering into any controversial debate with the witness!

Your questions must be addressed through me.

In that case, I accuse, firstly, The Police Services

of conspiring to share amongst themselves the 20% incentive

officially paid to those

who inform the authorities about a violation of customs laws.

The public prosecutor has requested a fine of 200,000 francs

which, along with the tax and charges,

comes to over 650,000 francs to pay.

The gentlemen of the Police Directorate

would therefore be collecting over 100,000 francs

including the Head of Police himself.

That's quite enough. What do you take us for?

For dangerous people who have transformed Madagascar

into a fiefdom of exploitation.

Your Honor, I object!

Mr. Clarus, careful what you say!

Your Honor, would you ask the witness, Michel,

whether, in addition to the financial interest he has in this affair,

he has a more direct and personal interest?

Here we go again, fanciful ramblings!

Oh really!

I ask the court clerk to please take note of the following question.

What was it that Michel attempted to do to my client's wife?

Your Honor, I object!

If you continue with these personal attacks against the witness,

I shall prevent you from speaking.

I shall take measures against such an accusation

to defend my honor!

Honor? Come on now!

Nothing would prevent me from telling you straight

that you are a gangster, Michel.

Gentlemen, this is intolerable!

The court shall enforce all the necessary sanctions.

Hearing adjourned.

See you soon, Michel, see you soon.

You'll pay for this, watch out.

Yes, until the next installment,

see you soon, Michel.

Yes, I'm beginning to see this chap now: a fat, vicious rascal.

No, you're on the wrong track, imagine more of a harmless dandy

A dandy, ah, that's different then.

Why didn't you expose Michel's schemes, didn't you have any proof?

No proof, my dear boy!

I had more than enough proof to get him, and I would have done...

but for a small announcement on the radio!

...to ask if they are ready to join me in finding,

between soldiers, after the struggle and for honor,

the means of ending hostilities.

Armistice, come on! It's treachery, more like.

Good god, a Marshal of France, Petain, the hero of Verdun.

Will the veterans of Madagascar accept this surrender?

Never! Never!

My friends!

- We must take immediate action. - Yes, it's over to you, Mr. Clarus.

If you lead the movement, we'll follow you.

We have to contact the other divisions on the island.

- Tananarive, Tamatave, Majonka. - We have to keep up the struggle.

- England is not yet lost. - And we're not lost either!

- Mass uprising! - Let's defend the island!

One moment, my friends.

We must remain calm, keep our heads, eh?

First, we must put ourselves at the disposal of the military authorities.

The lady, these gentlemen and myself

are part of a single council

that brings together all the veteran groups who were formally rivals.

We have over 5,000 members

who wish to place themselves at your service, General.

Thank you for your Sacred Union. What are your intentions?

- To continue the war! - At England's side!

- To keep Madagascar French! - Despite the collapse of the Metropole.

To help our allies, one day, drive the Krauts out of France.

Our first task is to organize the defense of the island

against any attempts at an invasion.

If Japan enters the war soon,

our military base in Diego Suarez will appear very attractive to them.

Allow me, General, but without wishing to appear pessimistic,

we'll need arms to defend ourselves:

cannons, planes, tanks, submarines.

Where will we find these things?

I say that we must rally all those with the desire to fight.

Don't you worry, they'll find the means.

- England will help us. - South Africa too.

In the name of helping us,

they'll send troops over, occupy the big island and keep it.

Re-read your history books.

England already stole India and Canada from us

South Africa has always wanted Madagascar and its wealth,

its minerals, and other riches. Let's be realistic.

Your British friends could easily one day become your masters

Yes, let's be realistic.

Listen carefully, my friends. I say, my friends.

You'll all admit, I'm sure,

that here in Madagascar, we have just three options:

to be slaves to the Krauts,

to endure the Japanese yoke,

or to bow down to the English.

I prefer the last option.

- Oh yes! - Absolutely!

- He's right! Yes! - Well said! Well said!

We're all agreed.

General, this is not the time for personal improvisation.

We have a leader in France, Mar�chal Petain.

You should obey him and await his orders.

Indeed, it must be thought through.

You see, my friends

if I do nothing

I go against my conscience,

and if I act according to your wishes

I am a rebel.

Exactly, a rebel.

Don't forget, that above you stands a Governor.

Would you have him imprisoned, by any chance?

Oh! Slow down.

We must be sure to see things clearly.

The General was basically a decent fellow,

though he wasn't the brightest.

Why didn't you escape on the first boat out of there?

Impossible because Michel would have suspected it, wouldn't he?

He must have suspended all exit permits off the island though.

Of course, the boat service had already ceased.

But we were organized,

we managed our modest affairs without fuss,

without noise and oh so quietly.

So why did you stay? Out of affection for Michel?

I stayed on the orders of the Resistance.

My friends needed me to organize new departures.

As a respected lawyer, it made things much easier.

But Michel was no fool, didn't he suspect anything?

Of course, but I was no fool either.

First, let me tell you, I became a bigger Vichy supporter

than all Vichy supporters put together. Oh! A complete turnaround!

Not even Michel could tell what I was.

- And the Governor? - Like two peas in a pod!

Naturally, we both deplored all the escapes that were taking place.

We've also received a new decree.

Another one! Decrees, orders, and more orders,

our heads will explode.

All French nationals are banned from leaving French territory,

be it Metropolitan or colonial,

to serve in a foreign army.

The German army, for instance.

To leave French territories, I ask you.

What chance is there of leaving Madagascar, for example.

An island, surrounded by water,

no boat service left, no external communication...

You'd have to grow wings to escape.

On to other things, Clarus.

I know the influence you have on the natives and the veterans.

Well, use this influence as an aid to public health.

We absolutely must fight, by any means necessary,

the devious propaganda the Gaullists have begun.

Oh, I know that it's growing more and more,

Governor, count on me. You're a good judge of men.

Allow me to tell you that you are also an expert in cigars.

This one is excellent. Thank you.

Gentlemen.

He doesn't seem to be a bad guy.

Excuse me, Governor, but I am not of the same opinion.

No, no, no. That Clarus is a good guy, a good guy.

So, Mr. Guyot, what's the news?

Another Gaullist escape:

19 officers and non-commissioned officers of the main armorer.

Five civilians, two women and a little girl of nine.

They left Diego on a 40-ton sailboat

that was owned by the captain who led the expedition

along with Mr. Gabard and Mr. Emela.

That's it, I was sure of it.

He knows everything, I tell you.

He knows everything about the Resistance,

even if he's not its leader.

Have Clarus followed.

I want to know his each and every move.

I need evidence, at all costs.

I have my own opinion.

Yes, but no accusations without proof, Michel.

Personal animosity is of no interest to me.

The day you bring me proof, I'll listen, not before.

Well, you'll get them.

Just one piece of evidence and I'll have him court martialed.

But listen to me carefully,

the evidence must be irrefutable. Irrefutable! Understood?

Fear not. You'll get your proof, and soon.

Ouch, it's getting complicated.

But despite that you continued even with this informer on your heels?

Nothing so easy, nothing so simple.

Caution, discipline, secrecy, absolute secrecy.

Good evening Louis, forgive our lateness

but there's something new and a change to our plans.

Good evening everyone.

Five of you were to be ready to leave on Sunday night.

- Jules. - My group is ready, right away.

Perfect, you'll leave this very night and not Sunday.

Michel is becoming increasingly suspicious.

He's even wary of his friend Guillaume.

That beats everything! The hunter hunted.

So, departure. Embarkation at 2am in the morning.

- I'm leaving with them. - That's what we all want.

But, Armand, the work that you do here is vital.

Keeping watch over the goods dispatched on ships,

you call that a job of vital importance?

The British Admiralty is of that opinion,

your reports go out first in our secret broadcasts

to our friends on the outside.

Your job as a pointer allows you

to nose around everywhere without suspicion.

I understand, I'll stay.

So, my friends, let's be clear,

under no circumstances are you to move from here.

We'll organize your luggage,

a guide will come and get you from here at...

At exactly midnight.

Understood? Is that clear?

You are not to move.

They think we're at the cinema. Goodnight, gentlemen.

Good evening Clarus. Guillaud, thank you for all you have done.

I'll lie low a while.

Goodbye Jules.

Goodbye Pierre.

Georges.

Yes?

Ah, you are very lucky to be leaving, I envy you.

Mr. Clarus.

I'd like to say goodbye to someone. My fianc�e.

It's close by, just for a moment.

No, it's impossible.

Go. Be quick.

Ha! Sentimental fool that I was.

Dear Pierre would never know that his farewell kisses

were to change the entire course of our adventure.

Oh darling, at last. I thought you'd never come.

- What's wrong? - I almost didn't come. I shouldn't have.

But I had to see you, so Clarus...

Clarus? What are you saying?

Yvonne, darling. Listen to me.

You know that some are escaping the island

to join the allied forces.

Well, Clarus is in charge of this movement

and me... I didn't tell you before

because I didn't want to upset you...

Pierrot.

Yes, darling. I'm going too. I have to.

But our wedding, it's all arranged! You won't be back within a month!

Possibly years.

Pierrot, think it over.

Think what it would mean for us!

All our happiness, all our lives.

You can't do this to me.

You're not allowed.

Yvonne, darling. I love you, you know that.

Our love is my life, but we're not free.

A country lives by the value and soul of its men and of its women, Yvonne.

And you'll be brave, I know.

That's why I love you. And I have faith in you.

I have to go now. They're waiting for me.

No, I'll not let you! No, you can't!

I'm not leaving you, nothing can separate us.

I'll return and we'll have joy, happiness, peace.

Kiss me, Yvonne! Say goodbye.

Goodbye.

Hello?

Hello, Mademoiselle?

The Police.

The Police Directorate.

Two hours after this telephone call,

I found myself in a cell.

I spent 35 days in solitary confinement.

The 36th day, bored of playing with my little mouse,

and having caught all the flies,

counted all the cockroaches...

- Ah, it's Mr. Pannis. - Yes, it's me. Hello, dear sir.

My dear colleague.

If only you knew how grateful I am.

You're my first contact with the outside world.

Dear sir, the entire colony is sorry to learn of your arrest.

- All the lawyers too. - All of them? I doubt that!

You've always been good to me

and I felt it my duty to offer you my services.

That's very kind of you.

Oh, I must admit, the idea of defending a cause c�l�bre...

Naturally.

What exactly have you been accused of?

I have no idea. I've not even been questioned.

What are they saying in town?

Resistance, I think, conspiracy to escape too.

Really, and you'd be willing to defend me

despite the seriousness of the charges?

That's very kind of you.

They organized a court martial.

The first in Madagascar, it's very serious.

Michel must have sworn to get me this time.

He won't get us, believe me.

I say us, I mean, if I defend you.

Do you think we have a chance against Michel?

What proof could Michel have against you?

That's exactly what I was wondering.

No doubt you were clever enough to burn any compromising documents.

Dear Pannis, my documents we�re not compromising.

All the better. Give me all the details of your story.

The tiniest of details... I need to know the pitfalls so as to avoid them.

Of course.

No doubt, you must have letters and telegrams.

Telegrams? I sent many.

In our profession, indeed.

It might be used against you,

by claiming, for instance, that they have a double meaning.

Michel is capable of anything.

You will need all the details.

I only have my memory to help me in here.

When would you need all these details by?

As soon as possible. I brought you everything you need.

Here

Excuse me. I don't have anything to write with.

You'll have it by tomorrow morning.

I'll work straight through.

Perfect.

Goodbye, kind sir.

Goodbye, dear colleague.

Dirty scoundrel, rotten sneak.

Turncoat!

I would have thought Michel was too intelligent

to think you'd have fallen for the trap.

For, I understand him very well now, the chap.

I see him, very clearly.

I too saw him very clearly.

What I saw clearly was that my Michel was very troubled.

First telegram: "Your sister Wilbur".

Clearly!

"The chestnuts will ripen on the 35th April. "

- There are no chestnuts in Madagascar. - There's no 35th April either.

Is that all you've found?

Sir, I did 10 years at the ministry in Paris, I know my job.

It shows.

- May I suggest an explanation. - An explanatory explanation?

The telegrams are on two levels.

Once we've deciphered them,

we have to uncover the meaning, providing we find the code.

My role is restricted to the first level, sir.

Basically, we still need to find the code.

Pablo, I suspected this a long time ago. Do you have the information I wanted?

Yes, on your orders, I checked all the bookshops in Tananarive.

Impossible to find a copy of Les Fables de La Fontaine.

Yes, they've all disappeared.

They were sold suddenly three months ago. No one knows why.

They couldn't tell me who to, but mainly to children and natives.

But someone sent them.

But I get exactly the same information from each and every town in the colony.

This time I think I've got them.

The key is in La Fontaine.

That was quite risky sending all those coded telegrams.

Oh yes, I admit I was more of an amateur conspirator back then.

I'd never make such mistakes now.

I can just see that toad Michel at the court martial,

laughing, triumphant, gloating at his success.

No, his attitude was rather different... more, let's see, how should I say...

So, gentlemen, you have the 132 decoded telegrams,

either sent or received by the accused.

And these telegrams prove, irrefutably, that Clarus was one of the organizers,

if not the head of the Resistance.

Therefore, I would like to request capital punishment against Clarus.

Does the defense have anything to say?

The court should note my client's honesty,

for he says, yes, I sent the telegrams,

yes, I knew about the escape

but I defy anybody to prove that in the last three months,

he took part in the Resistance movement.

Here then, is the crucial point the prosecution must prove.

Otherwise, you should acquit my client, or, at the very least,

allow for extenuating circumstances.

The Court Martial gives Paul Clarus the death penalty.

He is to be executed 24 hours after the ruling.

So, you were killed.

Luckily I was a Verdun war veteran.

Apparently, Mar�chal Petain himself sent a cable

to have my sentence reduced.

Petain, such sweet irony. Take note, angel Gabriel.

Yes, they gave me five years forced labor.

And what of the Resistance?

- I was still in touch with the Resistance. - Really?

Yes, even from my small cell, with my alarm clock pressed to my ear.

Michel never found out about the alarm clock.

My little alarm clock!

You were just a radio transmitter but I liked you very much.

Your murmurs were sweeter than any lover's.

Tell me, did Michel lose interest in you?

Oh no. It took him nine months to come up with something.

Take the handcuffs off.

That'll be fine, leave us. Come closer, Clarus.

See the trust I'm showing you.

It may well be the last time we meet, Clarus.

I'd like us to talk, man to man.

Come on, a glass of rum.

It won't hurt.

I have bad news for you.

You're leaving. To the labor camp. Trans-Saharan railway.

It's deeply regrettable, Clarus.

A man such as yourself,

to lose everything in this whole business.

Tilting at windmills.

To end up in a forced labor camp when you could have...

Well, I feel pity, not for you, but to those closest to you,

all those you care about, and that you've sacrificed.

It doesn't matter to me if you don't believe me,

but I'd like to give you one last chance.

I can prevent your departure.

To keep you in Madagascar, make your five years more bearable,

let you see your family more often and give you regular news of them.

Go on, drink.

So, the cards are on the table, old boy.

I can cancel your departure, if...

naturally, there's an "if"...

If you tell me where your secret transmitter is,

the operator's name, and the code used.

So, are you going to spill the beans?

Will you come clean?

Go on, drink, it sobers you up.

The condemned man's last drink.

To your health, rotten old hypocrite, crook.

A little overdramatic, my character would never react in such a way.

Your character? What are you talking about?

I'm speaking of my role, my guy.

Ha! He's pinched your Michel from you!

If you want any news of him, I'll know who to go to.

So your only hope was for the Resistance to break you out.

And all the boats transporting smuggled goods.

And for the one in a million chance that the British Navy intercepts your convoy.

One in a million chance.

Come and take a look!

On the gangway!

They're checking the horizon with their binoculars.

Eduard, there's smoke.

There's smoke but there's no fire.

No, that's it, our friends have sent my message.

Yeah, yeah.

Come and see. Come and see this smoke.

Come quickly. Look carefully at it.

You see! It's freedom that's on its way!

I'm sure that they're English boats.

And the miracle happens.

The life of Paul Clarus, Episode 9.

I persuaded the Allied Authorities

to help me create a radio broadcast in order

to get the Madagascans on their side.

Somewhere in the Indian Ocean,

Free Madagascar soon called out to its friends and enemies.

You had to speak to the French but also to Madagascans,

Indians, Chinese, in languages they could understand.

That must have required a huge number of people.

Hello, hello Madagascar!

Free Madagascar speaking this evening.

Proclaim Madagascar's political and economic autonomy,

and support the Allies.

Everybody, listen to me carefully, everybody!

You too Michel! You hypocritical old ass!

Vichy supporter, child of Petain, and sneaky criminal!

Vichy will let the Japanese take Madagascar over,

just like in Indochina.

But not the Allies.

When they arrive, welcome them as liberators,

not as enemies.

Do not fight, despite the orders of the Vichy traitors.

Good night and until tomorrow.

The Royal special tribunal has just condemned

ex-convict, Clarus, to death,

for seditious and anti-French propaganda on the radio.

And my predictions came about.

On 4th May 1942, the British landed at Diego Suarez.

Vichy supporters gave the order to fight.

The English occupied the town militarily.

But, two weeks later,

the English General Sturge, formally proclaimed

that the only flag that is to fly over the French town hall,

over the French town of Diego Suarez

is the French flag.

Michel must have understood your warnings,

and fled to a safe place.

Old boy, you haven't yet understood Michel's character.

The truth is that as soon as he learnt of the Allied landings...

Shamed be he who thinks ill of this.

Oh, that's touching, it brings tears to my eyes.

Don't tell me the English were taken in by him?

- No! - He was arrested.

It was his turn to be imprisoned!

And you claim, dear Clarus, that nature has endowed me

with the necessary attributes

to play the role of the despicable and rotten Michel!

Listen old fool, I tried helping you create the character that you're supposed to play.

And I tell you it's an insult!

An insult from an insignificant and low-grade lawyer.

Monstrous pig!

- Watch your mouth! - Hey, come on chaps!

What's going on in here?

We're just rehearsing, just rehearsing.

Isn't that so, old stooge!

Yes, yes.

What did she say?

Let's go, it's all over now.