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The source of gold, little girl.

The source of gold that makes
people happy around you.

The source of gold that
you've been looking for everywhere,

is in your heart, little girl.

In your heart.

What does that mean?

It means that...

I don't know.

That the source of gold is...

Love.

I suppose.

Can you come for a second?

It means you can make people
happy with love, right?

The story doesn't say.

I talked to Christine this morning.

How is she doing?

She wants me to take over
her uncle's grocery.

It's a big business.

You'll be able
to offer me a discount.

It's in Brittany.

You can't take Léonor to Brittany.

Listen, I've been patient
since I came back a year ago.

I kept proposing
we start from scratch

and you turned your back on me.

You even said you didn't love me.

I need to move on.

But not in Brittany.

I won't let you.

Suzanne...

I didn't want it to get to this,
but...

You're the adulterous wife
of a war prisoner.

We'll get divorced
and I'll get custody of Léonor.

You don't love Christine.

The woman I love hates me.

Tell me you love me
and I won't go to Brittany.

No.

I can't tell you that.
We're over.

You'll see her whenever you want.

Just let us know.

A French Town

Under Arrest

- Where's Sophie?
- She's with David.

You had a fight?

The food delivery turned bad.

They said they would give us
flour and milk, but...

They didn't.

A guy saw piles of food
behind a curtain and...

We ended up fighting.

I didn't manage to get any.

We'll tighten our belts.

Yes.

We won't hold out much longer.

What do you want to do?

I'm thinking about Palestine
more and more. Seriously.

There's a relocation center
for Jewish people in Lyon.

We could ask for
a transfer to Palestine.

I hear it's a long,
difficult process.

But I think it's worth the shot.

I would like to go there with Sophie,

along with you and David.

I can't talk about that now.

Why not?
The kids are sleeping.

We can't keep putting off
an important discussion.

It's OK if you don't want to.

I'll be unhappy,
but at least I'll know.

Jean!

Come here.

Jean, come here, please.

I think you two have met.

I didn't know
what his first name was.

It's the most popular name
at the social services office.

You know it comes from a Hebrew name.

Really?

"Yohanan".

It means "Lord has mercy".

I hope it's true.

I don't know what we're going to do.
What a mess.

Well, well!
What a disorder.

Agitators and collaborators are
setting the population against us.

We were looking for you.
Where have you been?

- I've been busy.
- Doing what?

That is none of your business.

Good militants don't have
a personal life.

I'm not a good militant.
Everybody knows that.

Did the Gaullist boy dump you?

Personal life
is always disappointing.

You get carried away
but in the end,

you suffer or you get bored.

So what's the use?

Sometimes it's nice.

Besides, you're married.

Do you tell your wife
that personal life is disappointing?

She died two months ago.

What?

She was arrested with two comrades
in Annecy.

She threw herself out of the window
to avoid speaking.

Your wife died
and you didn't tell anyone?

There was no point.

She died for her ideal.
Our ideal.

That's what beautiful about this,

having an ideal,

knowing that millions of people
share the same ideal,

fighting to make it prevail.

We may not make it,
but it's worth the fight.

Marcel knew that.

And he died.

Your wife died, too.

Your ideal takes lives.

Well, what do you want?

To feel sorry for yourself
or to fight?

This party doesn't need defeatists.

Especially now that we've won.

You're right.
Give me something to do.

The party has assigned me a mission,
to conquer the city hall

when the elections take place.

We need to get rid of Bériot.

He wants to be mayor.

We should get rid of him, yes.
But how?

You have contacts
at the police station.

Oh, no.

Don't ask me to manipulate Antoine.

Look... Don't let your personal life
interfere with your fight.

It's out of the question.

You're really...

Maybe I could...

I could get a few tips
without asking Antoine.

Discreetly?

Yes, discreetly.

Perfect.

There must be something

at the police station
to do with Bériot or his wife.

There were rumors in 1941.

You're going to root around
and you'll find something.

Alright?

I can only watch the situation, sir.

- I don't have personnel.
- What's the matter?

Stores are being plundered,

there are no medicines,
drinkable water,

blankets, beds.

People are angry.

Some even say
it was better under Vichy.

It's amazing how people soon forget.

I'm waiting
for the new ration cards.

Cards are not exactly nourishing.

It's the promise of eating.

Tell me...

I've been told
you're in a relationship with...

I mean...

- This is the liberation.
- Precisely.

You're the chief of police.
You must set an example.

Is that why you came?

No.

Jeannine Schwartz has been abducted.

- Really?
- Yes.

Anselme and Raoul
were seen at the place.

Who cares about her?

She got you into a fine mess.

It's a matter of principles.

The purge must be done properly.

Rescue that woman quickly.
Gently, though.

That won't calm down the population.

Letting them unwind
won't help the matter either.

Rita, he can't stay.
It's too dangerous for us.

I have money if you want.

Money, right...
Because Jews only think about money.

Everybody thinks about money.

He can stay
at least until tonight.

If you ask me, yes.

I'm asking you.

Very well.

What's going to happen tonight?

A guy is going to come
from the other side of the street.

He can help me get to Spain.

Come on.

You know where the food is.

I wasn't in charge of that.

Who did you buy from
when you threw your parties?

Illegal sellers,
like everybody else.

What exactly do you want from me?

- We're going to judge you.
- You have no right.

Right is a ration of power,
Mrs. Schwartz.

Did you have the right to celebrate

while the Krauts
were torturing partisans?

Did you have the right to get rich
repairing their panzers?

But you did it anyway.

Because you had the power.

The power of collaborators
and Germans.

The wind has changed, Mrs. Schwartz.

Be accountable for your actions.

Take me to a police station

or a court.
I want a lawyer.

None of that is working yet.

I would say it has the flu.

And we're the medicine.

- Bring the cop!
- Come on. Move.

Get up.

Walk.

You!
Do you know the Schwartz woman?

Yes.

Tell us what business she was in.

- I don't know.
- You'd better know.

I'm just a regular cop.
A plain clothes police officer.

I was just doing my job.
Besides, I have a wife and kids.

The bastard's going to make us cry.

Stop! Stop, damn it!

We're not supposed to kill them.

The gun went off by itself.

Tell us about the money
you made with the Krauts.

You could at least close his eyes.

Go close his eyes.

No!

No!

Well?
Tell us about that money.

Every... entrepreneur...
worked with the Krauts.

We didn't have a choice.

How much did you earn?

With the panzers
and camouflage nettings?

I don't... I don't know.

Don't take me for a fool.

Well?

Approximately how much money
did you make between 1940 and 1944?

Probably...

5...

or 6 millions.

Good God!

Where's all that money?

It's in... different places.
Banks.

Right.

We'll go to all those places,

you'll take your money

and buy us some food.

But there's no food anywhere.

There is for those who have money.

It's going to take a while...
to take all the money out.

We don't have time, stupid bitch!

I have orders to take that lady back.

- Orders from who?
- The Prefect.

That is, the government
of the Republic.

We don't acknowledge
that government.

Let's calm down.
Do you have a written order?

You're interested in paperwork now?

Oh, shit.
That guy is a fellow police officer.

We're not here for that.

- What happened to him?
- He tried to run away.

It's cold-blooded murder
of a disarmed man.

We're not here for that.

Why don't we shoot?

Because that's Antoine,
chief of the Maquis.

Who killed him? Why?

Shut up!

I'll take them out.

Stop the crap!
Obey orders.

- She's not going.
- Shut up!

They're laying us down!

They killed a cop.

He was on the run.

- He was a cop.
- Drop it.

I'll put my gun down.

Loriot, do the same.

If you want to stay with me,
you'll have to act faster.

I'm going to get that woman.

If you do anything to stop me...

you will be arrested...

and taken to court for high treason.

If I'm not here,

my successor will do it.

Anselme! What do we do?

We can't let him do it.

Come with me.

Damn, Anselme!

- They'll kill us.
- Shut up.

Anselme!
Have you lost your balls or what?

This isn't over.

Quiet, please! Silence!

May we begin?

First of all,
I would like to thank Mr. Prefect

for his visit.

It's always a pleasure
to come to the CDL.

The CDL is the spirit
of the Resistance.

And the Resistance
is the spirit of France.

I would like to inform you
that tomorrow will take place

a big ceremony for the patriots

who were hanged
by the Germans and the militiamen,

like Marie Germain.

Excellent idea.

Thank you, sir.
I hope you will join us.

I certainly will.

Mr. Prefect, may I ask you
why your police...

It's the Police of France.

Why are you putting all the effort
into liberating collaborators

instead of arresting them?

Marchetti is allegedly in town.

I'm glad to hear that
Mrs. Schwartz was liberated.

But collaborators
must be arrested and judged.

You support the outlaws

who are abducting people?

Of course not.

There is a purge commission.

It's an independent entity.

In appearance!
You control it.

I'll agree if it says that
Mrs. Schwartz must be arrested.

The same goes for Marchetti.

You kept his assistant in place.

Inspector Loriot is a competent man.
He is irreproachable.

You know...

technical competence...

has no political color.

Everything's political.

Food supplies, for instance...

of which you're in charge,

are a total disaster.

There has been riots,

a baby starved to death,

stores were plundered,

a case of food poisoning
due to expired products.

It's not his fault!

Meanwhile,
your men and women are going

door to door to take inventory
of the people's needs.

It's the only way to ensure
a democratic distribution.

There's nothing to distribute, sir.

Your people should be

looking for food.

Every food supply plan must...

take inventory of the needs.

We know the needs:
people are hungry.

Not only do your people interrogate
the locals about their needs,

but they also try

to make them join
a certain political party.

Are you contesting
our political freedom?

I'm contesting your ability
to deal with food supply.

As a result, I'm removing you from
the mission I had entrusted you with.

I thus announce my decision
to designate a civil administrator

who will take care of health,
food supplies and lodging matters.

May I know who that rare bird is?

Daniel Larcher.

It must be a joke.

The purge committee
has given me their endorsement.

Larcher has always been
a generous human being.

He cares for the people
and has experience.

That's what we need today.

What do you want, Suzanne?

I'm sure
you want something from me.

You're exaggerating.

Even our affair in 1941.

And to think I believed in you.

I chose you among
all the other cops.

Of course you did.
You chose the dumbest one.

I chose the nicest one.

The one with the best moustache.

What do you want?

Information.

About...?

Bériot... Or his wife.

Rumor has it that
she had an affair with a Kraut.

There's probably something
in your archives.

You want me
to go through the garbage cans?

What's wrong with you?

Bériot is a pest.

He's helping the traitors
and burying the Resistance.

Yes, but Bériot is my boss.

If it weren't for him,
I wouldn't be here.

Why would I cause harm to him?

You think I'm a fool.

Antoine's with the sister
of a militiaman.

- She's the sister of a militiaman?
- Yes.

Alban something.

You saved the guy at the trial.

God, I'm so stupid.

Right. Listen...

I'm going to do what you're asking.

For the hell of it.

As a souvenir of the good times.

But that's all.

My contact is late.
Something's wrong.

- Do you have a plan B?
- No.

I'm going to see where he is.

You shouldn't go out.

What does he look like?

He's short,
almost bald, with glasses.

OK. I'll take a look.

If I find him, I'll bring him here.

Thank you.

I hope you pay well.

Just kidding.

The kids are sleeping.

You're going to Palestine?

With a guy you barely know?

Why not?

He's nice.
And I can feel he's generous.

Clearly, I'm neither one
nor the other.

Jean...

I will never forget you.
But you are not nice.

He may be all that,
but you don't love him.

Listen, to love or not to love...

integrity is all that counts for me.

Integrity?

Integrity was to get
somewhere safe, all alone,

and then meet me after
a couple of months, as we had said.

I wanted to see you.

I'm alone, Rita.

I'm alone in the world.

That is no excuse
for putting us in danger.

If you loved us,
you would've considered it.

I can't think about everything.

I'm in love.

At least tell me
you care about me.

You know I do.

There's no one...

except for three FFI
handing out blankets.

We need to go to the store, then.

Tell me where it is.

No, he doesn't know you.
You should go.

He knows me?

He has a picture of you
and your name.

Because... I somehow thought
she would come with me.

I'll go then.

Don't.

Ezéchiel...

the world has changed.

I'm a Jew, I have no papers.
I'm safe.

Give me the address.

We have nothing.

Food doesn't just vanish.
Where's the black market?

The traffickers are on the run...
or hiding somewhere.

Ah! Larcher!

- I have good news.
- Well, I don't.

Hortense is in Villeneuve.

In jail?

At home.
She's under house arrest.

Tell her not to go out
until further notice.

She doesn't go unnoticed.

Take a seat.

What is going to happen to her?

The purge committee
will examine her case.

She should be fine,

considering your new position.

Thank you for trusting me,
especially in this context.

You've helped me recover

my taste for collective action.

I'm going to need quick results.

- You're talking like a Prefect.
- I learn fast.

Hector, please.

Do you have a plan?

As for healthcare,

the Sainte-Marie sisters
will help us.

Are they going to pray?

They are more than 30
qualified nurses.

They have a pharmacy with penicillin.

Well done.

Regarding the lodging,
there's a secret army warehouse.

Near Moissey.

The FFI left tents and camp beds.

There's enough room for 300 people.

I told you he was good.

What about the food?

I don't have a solution.

Too good to be true.

But I know someone
who might help us.

Who?

Why didn't Bériot come in person?

He can't be seen with you.

Not officially.

But he can be seen with you?

Do you want some tea?

Yes. Thank you.

You and I are seemingly different.

What about you?
Do you see a difference?

Listen...

We'll talk about that
when we retire.

When we retire?

I'll be dismissed.
I'll have no retirement.

I'm nothing but a civil servant.

I'm sorry.

See?

Don't worry.

I have no savings, Larcher.

I'm not even sure
I'll be able to keep this room.

If you want
to improve your situation,

help me find food. I need
lots of it, as soon as possible.

What do I win, concretely?

Bériot's gratitude.

That's vague.

What do you want?

A safe-conduct to Switzerland...

and, in the short term,
a good dinner every night.

That shouldn't be a problem.

There is indeed a warehouse

full of food:

ham, sausages, cheese,

canned food and jam...
Tons and tons of food.

Enough to feed a thousand people
for a week.

That'd be great.

The owner - a Doriotist -
was killed

by the FTP last week

and I believe
his family ran away without

emptying the place.

Where is it?

Come back with the safe-conduct
and a good dinner,

and I'll take you there.
Just you.

I won't trust anyone else.

Any news on Marchetti?

Negative, no.

Everybody says he's here
but there's no trace.

What's that?

Nothing. It's...
I'm filing some things.

It's important
that we keep our files in order.

Antoine!
Why was Mrs. Schwartz released?

We have nothing against her.
At least, nothing official.

But she was anti-Resistance,
anti-Jewish, anti-everything.

She said awful things publicly
many times.

We can't just arrest every person

who said awful things
at some time or another.

Half of France would be in jail.

We could at least eliminate
the real trash.

We can't.
We obey our hierarchy.

That's exactly
what we reproached the old cops for!

Well, you were wrong.

A cop follows orders.

It's like the army.

If you question the orders,
you're out.

Even if the hierarchy
asks you to do disgusting things?

If you stay with us,

you'll have to arrest many people.

Are you going to question
every case?

You'll get a headache.
Justice belongs to the judges.

We're the police.

Judges are no better than us.

Those who sentence the traitors
also sentenced the partisans.

Think about it.

- Hi.
- Did you miss the train?

Yes.

I was going to the café
to have a Viandox.

You though you'd find
a Viandox here?

On my way out,

I heard people fighting.

I saw a dozen men, all armed.

FFI or FTP?

I don't know.
But I recognized the guy

who was the first president
of the court-martial.

They want to take over
the police station.

They said they'd kill the militiamen

and play the role of police.

They also said they can't trust you,

Bério, Larcher and you.

They're lumping us all together?

Antoine, they're not fooling around.

They're encouraging themselves.

They won't do anything.

They set up a meeting with others
this afternoon.

What do you think?

We need to be careful.

Those things can get out of hand.

People are calling
the Liberation into question.

Nobody knows where we're going.

Fernand?

Are you willing to help me?
To really help me?

Or do you want to join them?

You know I won't walk out on you.

A lot of people died
because of those words.

Go to the monument to the fallen.

Mingle with the group,

listen carefully

and let us know.

I want you.

Please... we won't see
each other for weeks.

I'm going to walk this lady.
I'll be back in an hour.

Yes, sir.

What do you want?

I'm happy to see you, too.

Can I come in?

You look tired.

I haven't slept in two days.

What can I do for you?

I want to know where Heinrich is.

I mean, what can I do for you,
here and now.

Are you hungry?

He didn't help you escape.
I did.

You?

Things change, Hortense.

Bériot designated me
as administrator.

Some will recognize that what I did

was not that bad.

It wasn't that bad.

What were you expecting?
A medal?

No, not a medal.

I don't want to be called a traitor.

They should acknowledge...

You're not interested
in what I'm saying.

Why are other people's opinions
so important to you?

Nobody but you
can judge your actions.

Of course you don't care
about other people's opinions...

Will you get me some news
about Heinrich?

- No.
- To know if he's alive.

You're going too far!

I'll look for him myself, then.

No.

Get off me.

You can't leave the house
for the moment.

You will be arrested.

Bériot was emphatic.

You must be happy.

Why?

You managed
to make me your prisoner.

Do you have something for me?

You were the dumbest.

At your service.

What else do you have?

I went through all the files.

Nothing on Bériot.

- Nothing?
- Nothing.

Except that, in 1941,
he was suspected of being a partisan.

That's not enough.

What about his wife?

Nothing suggests
an affair with a Kraut.

She even helped the Resistance.

And might even get a medal.

You really have nothing.
Is that why you brought me flowers?

No, I brought them
because I love your eyes.

I do have something
on someone else, though.

And it's better
than if it was about Bériot.

I'm going to miss you.

I'll miss you too.

But you'll be safer
at your grandmother's.

Besides, in a few weeks...

What are we going to do?

I don't know.

But we'll see.

Will you come to see me?

There's a guest room.

Maybe.

Just "maybe"?

You know...

I'm going to have
lots to do at the station.

It's chaos.

Besides,
if Marchetti's in Villeneuve,

I'll need to find him.

- He's a funny guy.
- Yes. Funny.

You know him?

He was at the station the other day
with the militiamen,

waiting for the train.

Really?

He killed the German major.

What? Why would he do that?

So the Germans
wouldn't kill the Jews.

That's not possible.

I saw him during the gunfire.

He killed the German officer
and rescued a Jewish woman.

A brunette with a baby.
He took them with him.

I know who that is.

Rita Wittemberg, a.k.a de Witte.

She was arrested with the Jews
in 1942.

Jean... I mean, Marchetti,
fell for her.

They lived together for a while,
then something happened

and she left for Switzerland.

That's her.

Wait, I think...

I've seen this woman recently.

You saw her?

At the Liberation ball.

She was dancing with a man.
Curly, brown hair,

wearing glasses.

Marchetti wasn't just looking
for a place to hide

when he broke into
the lodging office.

He was looking for her.

See if this Rita
made a lodging request recently.

If she did, we'll go see her.

If she didn't, we'll have to find
the guy she was dancing with.

Do you have the pictures
of the men who were arrested in 42?

Hello, Hervé.

You have a talent for silencing
everyone.

You could help
the teachers at school.

It'd be your personal revenge.

So...

I would like Dr. Larcher
to present his plan

to the CDL

and the former city council.

Larcher.

Hello, everyone.

I know many people around this table,

especially the members
of the city council.

I salute you.

I'm very proud
to be working with you.

We'll tackle three issues:

food supply,
lodging, healthcare.

I have a solution to propose.

Impressive.

- As for the food...
- Just a minute.

Do you support this plan, sir?

Absolutely.
It's brilliant.

And you trust Dr. Larcher
to implement it.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be here.

So you trust him.

Of course.
What's the problem?

The problem is

that Daniel Larcher,

Daniel Larcher, who was
designated - and not elected -

as the mayor of Villeneuve in 1940,

Daniel Larcher

was also an informant
of the German police,

Heinrich Müller, to be precise.

Oh, please.

This document...

- that fell into our hands
by chance - proves it.

Daniel Larcher was in a cell
with his brother Marcel,

a hero of the Resistance.

Heinrich Müller released him
on November 8, 1943,

after writing in red ink

"informant of the German police".

Defend yourself, Larcher.

That's not true.

It was... It was a ploy
to get me out.

A ploy?

Whose ploy?

Speak, Larcher.

Heinrich Müller's.

You all know that he was
my wife's lover.

He felt compelled to help me.

You're putting the city
in the hands of an informant.

I won't let you!

An informant of the German forces,

who let his brother die

and then had a feast
with Müller and Hortense

and God knows who else.

Mr. Prefect,

our fallen
are turning in their graves.

- It's not...
- Shut up, Larcher.

I would like to thank the CDL
for this information

that I wasn't aware of.

Larcher is removed
from his position.

This is unfair.

Larcher...

You are now under house arrest.

You'll be judged
as soon as possible.

I will find a suitable person
to pick up the city.

This sitting is closed.

- How could you do that?
- I didn't do anything.

- It's Müller's fault.
- That's even worse.

You betrayed my trust.
You should've told me.

I'd forgotten.

A bogus paper,
a bogus signature.

You don't live in the real world.

I can't help you.

Without me, you can kiss
your supplies goodbye.

Your inconsistencies
could cost me my position.

Go home.
Go to Hortense's.

There's nothing I can do.

We had an agreement.

But I didn't know
you were an informant.

You and Hortense
will have to bear the consequences.

Why didn't you tell me before?

Do you want me to tell
who's sleeping in your house?

As you wish.
That man is gone.

She's been gone for an hour.
Something's wrong.

You said it was 20 minutes away.

She must've been delayed.

Honestly, you shouldn't have come.

Don't worry.
I'll be gone for good.

Will you acknowledge David?

If Rita asks me to.

Are you going to do
everything she asks?

It will do her some good.

Police! Open the door!

Go with the kids.

- Mr. Kohn?
- Yes.

Sorry to bother you.

Do you live alone?

My daughter's resting over there.

Weren't you a cop in 1942?

We're looking for a woman.

Rita Wittenberg, or De Witte.

- Do you know her?
- No.

- Are you sure?
- I have a good memory.

You were seen dancing with her
at the Liberation ball.

I danced with many women.

I didn't ask their names.

This is her.

Yes, I remember her.

Her name's Rita?

She's a good dancer.

Do you know where she may be?

No idea.

Did she do something wrong?

Is the cap yours?

That's my lucky cap.

I mean... I don't wear it at home.

If you see Mrs. de Witte,

let us know.

Yes.

- Mr. Kohn.
- Goodbye.

Alright?

I'll go get Rita.

You need to go ASAP.

You're too dangerous.

I'd like to say goodbye to her.

I can't take David with me.

Can you stay with him
for a couple of hours?

Of course.

OK. We're going.

I'm alone.

I got rid of the kid.

I told him I had some errands to run.

Why are you here, then?

You don't have much time.

The kid is smart.

He'll find Rita de Witte.

Plus, he recognized your cap.

I don't remember
when I gave it to you.

Christmas 1941.

Why didn't you turn me in?

It could've helped your career.

Well, I have principles,
unlike some people.

You're talking about me?

You don't betray a friend,
no matter how stupid he is.

Are you kidding?
You turned me in to Chassagne.

That's different.

Different?

It doesn't matter.

How did you save your job?

I was lucky.

Is there a spot for a former RG cop?

Excellent track records...

Mom!

Mom!

Mom...

It's Dad, David.

Shush... Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Shush... Calm down.

Mom...

You could sing him a song.

I don't know any songs.

You must know one.

I want my mom.

Marshal, here we are

Before you, the savior of France

We our guys promise you

To serve you and to follow your steps

Nice job.

I think he's calm now.

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