Original subtitles

- "The wolf comes and sits down.

"The wolf comes and sits down..."

Comma.

"...his hind legs straight...

"...his hind legs straight.

"With twisted fangs...

They are brand new!

Something's missing.

- The musical shoe? - No! Not using it anymore.

No, a nose! I am missing a nose.

I have the red nose, the lighting nose, ...

- What about the spitting nose? - Correct.

I have lost my spitting nose for quite some time.

- My fault, I use it to spray my plants.

- Great! Let's avoid that, this is professional equipment.

- Fran�oise, go fetch the spitting nose, near the begonias.

- Tell your brother to hurry. We have to fetch Andr�.

- Yes, dad! - Hurry up!

- Don't get nervous. - Oh...

- Lucien, what on earth are you doing?

You've been in there for one hour!

- I'm sick. Tummy-ache.

- Liar! You're reading your Ast�rix comics!

Hurry up, we are leaving.

- What an idiot!

- What is he doing?

- There he is!

- Finally! Let's go!

Quick! Andr� doesn't like to wait.

- Relax, darling! - Ok.

- Are you fine? Not too nervous?

- Not really. But there's always a small doubt.

- What if I can't hack it anymore? - Of course you can!

You'll manage. I brought some blusher.

- You're ok Lucien? Everything alright?

- I'm fine. I'm bored alright.

- Hello, Andr�!

How elegant! - Oh...

- Hello, uncle Andr�. - Hello, Fran�oise.

Jacques. - How are you?

Lucien! Come over here, the two of you.

Help me carry the lucky draw prizes.

- Hats, again?

- Hats, indeed.

- You have so many left? - Yes indeed.

- There seems to be more than last year.

- Right. These are the unsold ones. I'm waiting for the returns from the summer sales.

Only moths like hats these days.

Let's take this boxes. - There.

- The world is losing its head these days. And without head...

...Who needs hats!

- See you later!

Here I am!

- We were waiting for you to do the start...

- Oops, sorry!

- Your father is funny.

- Yeah. Very.

- There. My annual contribution.

- Your hats, as always? - As always.

-You know, bowler hats are not really in fashion anymore...

Poor guy who scores 1000 points and gets a bowler hat must be real sore...

- Do you know how much these cost in Paris?

- I'm not saying, but if you could do caps instead, that would be better!

Don't take it to heart, M. Desingy!

- What, 2 tickets? You won't go far with just two!

You'll never win the cooker! Ah, M. Desingy!

Ah, a good client! So, How many booklets ?

- Listen, you take me by surprise...

- Be generous, M. Desingy! There are some great prizes.

- I know the prizes! Sorry, no small change...

Only 100 F... - I'll break it for you!

Suzy, change for 100 F.

The lord of the Manor will take 2 booklets.

- 2 booklets? Certainly not!

And what is this calling me "M. Desingy", being so formal...

- It's for the onlookers.

"My friend, M. Desingy, lord of the Manor" for my acquaintances!

Suzy? - There, your change.

And your booklets. Thank you! - Very well.

- Acquaintances!

- Lucky draw tickets! Who wants tickets?

- Listen Maurice, be nice!

- That's all I want!

- Maurice, stop it!

Listen, I have to go help my dad!

- There, the car keys.

Careful, third gear is sticky.

- I know. As soon as Francoise is here, I'm off.

There she is! See you later; I'm off.

- Where were you?

- But of course...

Button up!

- Do you want me to help you? - That's not necessary.

You are lovely, my daughter.

- Oh, you are too far! Way too far!

Let me sit you. Beautiful people should be upfront!

Come on, come on!

There! See?

Won't it be just nice here?

Thierry Plaisance, from Safeguard Insurance...

...membre of the organising committee.

- Sorry but these seats are reserved.

- But the man from the committee sat us here!

- What? Committee? - I'll explain later.

- Nothing to explain. Find other seats, that's all.

- I'll find you other seats.

I'll buy you a drink to make it up to you.

- Hurry up, then! Your wife's looking for you.

With the kids.

- Really!

- Hello, Mme Gerbier!

- How do I look? I don't go to town these days.

- Beautiful! You are beautiful.

You don't lock the door?

- Nothing interesting to steal.

No need for a key. - Ok.

You are not afraid living on your own?

- I am no more scared.

- It's Pouzay, the school teacher. A personal friend of 20 years.

Good, isn't it?

we're better here. Upfront, you see him from below, it's less funny.

- He is funny!

- Would you like a drink?

- You didn't laugh even once.

- I don't find this funny.

- You don't love your dad?

- My dad, yes. Not this fucking clown!

Who's the old woman with mum?

- Madame Gerbier.

Your father and I owe her a lot.

It's time the two of us had a talk.

Come on.

During the war, the Germans set up camp in my castle.

So I had to live at the local inn.

I used to have drinks with your father.

After his last lessons of the day.

- Hello, Louise. they're from my garden.

- How nice of you!

Together with yours, it will make a lovely bouquet.

Will you stay for dinner? - Why not!

- We'll play cards.

Rami! There you go!

I win again!

- Don't you think I didn't notice?

I have eyes to see, you know.

I used to play a lot. I won tournaments.

- So?

- You gave her that card. - Not at all!

- Liar!

You let her win!

- What about you? You also let her win.

- Were you talking about me?

- Jacques was talking. I was just looking at you.

Has anyone ever told you your head is perfect for hats?

- No.

Ah yes! When I was 12, I was told my Tyrol hat looked real nice on me.

- I'm sure.

The round shapes of the bowler hat would suit you well.

It would emphasize the charming way you hold your head.

Once I'm back in the castle, I'll select some lovely models for you.

- I'll be real spoilt! I can't wait for the occupation to be over.

- For winter, I have lovely otter fur hats...

- Oh no, not otters!

- You are right!

Killing otters to make hats, that's criminal!

No other word for it.

They are so cute!

There's a family behind the washing place.

- Have you seen them?

Last winter, everything was frozen. They were playing with a stone.

They looked like an ice hockey team! We'll go have a look.

- I'd love to!

- We all recognised the Morel son.

He was rather daring to show his face.

The Gestapo was looking for him for acts of sabotage.

His picture was everywhere.

- He's a resistant.

Can you believe it? He's risking his hide...

...to defend his country's honour.

A sort of hero, so to speak!

- He was one of my students.

No genious but a courageous guy.

- Sometimes courage borders on carelessness.

- Fortunately there are people like him!

Without revolt, we would all endure in silence.

- Yes you are right.

We have not done much ourselves.

- That's different. You may not have done much...

...but you have done nothing wrong either.

YOu are good people, even if you'll never be heroes.

Come on!

- We were no heroes...

...but still our concience was not clear.

We may not have wanted to know...

...but we had heard of sabotages, of summary executions...

...of atrocities.

- Goes down well...

Cabernet d'Anjou!

Aim!

- Fire. - Fire.

- What's the matter?

- I'm gonna make a move.

- Let me walk you back a bit.

- Ok.

Jacques, the Riesling I promised you.

- Ah, yes. Thanks.

- There you go.

- What do you think of Louise? - Nice.

Very nice.

- No I mean, as a woman?

- Ah, as a woman?

- Yes, that's what I mean.

- She's charming. And funny.

She's very happy, lively.

- Lively... So you like her.

- I don't know. Maybe.

- Hypocrit! - What do you mean?

- Why don't you just admit you like her!

- You don't like her yourself?

You should see the way you look at her! Aaaah...

- No! That bad?

- Yes! That bad!

Where are these trains going?

- Re-inforcements for Normandy.

Assholes!

Assholes!

- Are you nuts!

- Go ahead!

- It didn't go very far as far as resistance is concerned...

...but deep inside, we were proud.

Had we joined the resistance together, we would not have felt better.

- Quick!

- We gave it to them good! Schlack!

Schlack!

- Still, 2 bottles of Riesling!

- Very appropriate, Alsace wine!

"You won't get Alsace and Lorraine". Should refresh their memory!

- How scared we were. But it was great!

-This is London. The French calling the French

While allied forces free French soil...

... time has come for all to participate in the struggle...

... to hasten the defeat of the Nazi invaders.

Disrupt all German transport by all means. Railroads.

Train stations. signal boxes. Even small sabotages are important.

Children of France, assist the efforts of your brothers in arms.

Don't let a day go by without asking yourselves:

... what more can I do for liberation?

- That evening, patriotism hit us like sunburn.

- We have no choice now.

- True.

We must go all the way.

- No way! And don't boast about your actions.

You would be in a lot of trouble, even for such an insignificant act!

- No, Louise.

We cannot remain like that, inactive.

- True, we have a conscience!

- Listen, I'm too attached to both of you.

Leave the action to others. It's not for you!

- But we still wanted to prove to Louise that we, too ...

...we could be heroes.

In 1940, a company of engineers was camping in my park.

They were tasked to blow the bridges.

Orders, counter-orders, it all kept changing.

Then the Germans came.

The engineers fled and left their equipment behind. I had to hide it.

- This way.

Shine your light into that hole.

Take this. This too.

Let's go.

- Ah, it's you.

Where have you been? And what's all this?

- We're gonna blow up the signal box.

- Are you mad?!

Do you know how to use this?

- Nothing fancy: 2 plugs, 2 wires, explosive, detonator.

then boom!

- Does it work?

- Sometimes faster than it should.

- What do you mean, faster? Oh no!

- That's the price to pay. The tension before the action.

- You look like naughty kids!

- When shall we do it?

- Right away. - Ah, no!

We must have a plan. And rehearsals. I want rehearsals.

- Put a bit more. - No, people could hear it.

- True.

- Be careful.

I'm just testing the ignition box.

- Ok. - Stay there.

Move away.

- Ready? - Go!

Nothing!

- The wires are too far apart. Bring them closer!

- Ouh! Oh!

Oh, bitch! Bastard!

Ouh! Oh, the bastard!

He blew up my hand!

- Are you ok? - I lost my fingers!

- How? - That's it, I lost my fingers.

It hurts! - Well done!

How is our seriously injured patient!

- Am I hurting you? - No, it's ok.

- You have nothing! What a softie!

- Why don't you take my place, amateur!

- Maybe, but it works!

- Let me bandage you.

It could handicap me for next time.

- You're still gonna do it, even after this?

- You heard the radio.

"French men, women, what have you done for your liberation?"

It's our duty. You must understand.

Isn't it, Jacques?

- You must understand.

- Nothing to understand!

- Good evening, M. F�lix. - Hello, Hans.

- Are you going to have a nap?

- 2 hours before the 117 comes through. I'll try.

- Good night!

I will watch over you.

- It's not too heavy? - It's ok.

- There we are.

I feel like peeing.

- Me too.

- You remember for the wires? - Yes.

Positive-negative one side, positive-negative the other side.

Positive: Blue...

No, red... no.

Yes, red! - You're worrying me.

No problem. I have my references. To each is own task.

- Are you putting it all? - All what?

- All the explosive?

- While we're at it!

- Let's go.

Shush.

Let's not go too fast.

Let me have a cigarette first.

- You're not gonna smoke are you?

- Why not?

- You must have been drinking!

- Just a bit to ...

...give myself some courage.

..."In a war, everyone is wasted "!

- We're doomed! You've been drinking...

I'm going back! Come on, let's go.

- What is this? - a sling.

Confiscated from a pupil. To drive the guard away.

Shit!

- you've done it this time!

I was crazy to trust you!

What are you doing? - Repairing.

Done.

And as you said, "to each his own task".

I distract the guard. You go boom!

And don't forget: Positive: Red, negative: Blue.

Or the reverse!

- Or the reverse?

Positive: Red, negative: Blue.

Negative: Blue.

- Who goes there? Halt!

Who is this? Get out!

Halt!

Who is this? Halt!

Stop!

Don't move!

Do not move!

- Oh, my God! Oh, shit!

Oh!

- Get him out, quick!

- My poor F�lix!

- Where do you come from? Where were you gone?

- There was a man! I gave chase.

- You were on guard duty, you idiot!

If I get into trouble, so will you!

- A kind of ghost... He shot at me!

- Abandon of post. That's all!

- You'll pull through, F�lix.

He cannot die like that!

You! Ambulance!

- Yes.

- Which way did you come back?

- I went through the back.

- My god! - We did it!

- We did it!

- Let's go tell Louise! Come on!

Quick!

Did you see what I did?

And what about me! I must have been... Oh, Louise!

Too bad you were not there.

Tell her how I was. Huge, no?

- yes, yes...

- What do you mean "yes, yes"?

I showed myself 3 times.

I almost got killed!

And all you can say is "yes, yes"?

- I must admit it was quite daring.

- No. Not daring. It was glorious!

Who could have thought!

- It could have turned sour! - You said it!

- My mother would add a bar of chocolate.

- I don't have any. But just the thought and I feel the taste.

- Their faces...

You should have seen the look on the Germans' faces!

- I was all stressed up: red. blue...

...positive, negative! A miracle I got it right.

- And then, boom!

Andre, what we did tonight was great.

- Smell this, Andr�!

Real cassoulet! Where did you get it?

- My aunt is from Castelnaudary. I was keeping it for V-day.

- Really? Couldn't choose better!

Tonight is the first step towards victory!

This is Castelnaudary!

- Castelnaudary!

-The sausages speak to the beans!

Make the goose fat simmer

- I repeat: Make the goose fat simmer.

- Cabernet d'Anjou...

-Fire!

- Once outside, we thought we were as good as dead.

The Marseillaise sung until your last breath, it's all bullshit.

Truth be told, you don't know where to look.

You look for something to take with you forever.

Fortunately, we had Louise.

We said farewell with our eyes.

- Everyone against the wall!

- Yes, Herr Hauptsturmf�hrer!

Nose to the wall everyone.

Just look straight at the wall.

- Do you understand anything?

- I understand we're finished.

- There was a sabotage. Destruction of strategic equipment.

A french civilian, the worker looking after the signal box...

...has been mortally wounded.

- Old F�lix! We never thought he could be in there!

- The French authorities gave us 4 names.

If the 2 culprits do not step forward within 24 hours...

...these 4 people will be shot.

- J'y vais. - Non, pas maintenant.

Ils ne savent rien. On verra.

- A I'appel de leur nom...

...les otages sortent des rangs.

Plaisance Thierry.

- Mais je ne suis pas domicili� dans la...

- Bailleul Emile.

Desingy Andr�.

- Otage... C'est pas vrai!

- Pouzay Jacques.

Les autres personnes peuvent rentrer chez elles.

- Je suis tr�s d�sol�, messieurs. Mais c'est la guerre...

...et ce sont les ordres. Si les coupables...

...se pr�sentent, vous serez lib�r�s.

- Herr Major, j'ai ordre de prendre...

...en charge les prisonniers. - Oui, faites.

Ordres

...

- Ne t'inqui�te pas, Emile. On va trouver les coupables.

- Ouais, compte l�-dessus!

Oh, dis? Pr� viens la m�re! Et pr� viens-la doucement!

- Tu vois I'ironie de la situation? L'impasse.

On ne pouvait pas rien esp�rer des coupables puisque c'�tait nous.

Fusill�s comme otages si on la bouclait.

Ou fusill�s comme saboteurs si on parlait!

- Confiance, M. Pouzay. Confiance!

Ceux qui ont fait sauter I'aiguillage nous sortiront de l�.

- L�, je dis attention!

Do not panic, keep your cool!

We are in a privileged situation. Don't spoil everything.

As Hostages, we are untouchable!

International laws are clear. I am a lawyer...

...I know the law.

- You, a lawyer?

- Insurer equals lawyer, for sure! 2nd year...

...law diploma. By correspondence.

Our hostage status protects us. Let's not be intimidated.

No mistakes, no provocation.

- Is he kidding or is he real dumb?

- We've been wondering for quite some time.

- I'm not kidding: Geneva convention!

- Shut up!

He broke something.

- Make a police report.

- We, leave.

- Leave where?

- I've been hit! In my hostage capacity, I... Ah!

- What is this hole?

- Get out! Get out!

Faster! Get out!

quick, quick! Move back, move back.

- Are you ok, M. Pouzay?

- Come on!

- When I say your name...

...You answer 'present'.

- Again? You know who we are! Nobody flew off.

- You, just answer 'present'!

- Pouzay, present. - I didn't say!

Pouzay Jacques.

- Present.

- Desingy Andr�.

- Present.

- Plaisance Thierry. - Yes. Present.

- Bailleul Emile.

- I do roll call when I want! 1 time, 3 times, 5 times.

When I want!

- Pouzay Jacques! Pouzay Jacques, Pouzay Jacques, Pouzay Jacques!

That's 5 in advance!

- You're not gonna tease me very long!

- No! Me, hostage!

Geneva Convention! - Well said!

- Don't pay attention, It's hunger. Makes him angry!

- We have a right to food. Hostages get fed!

- Hostages shut up!

There will be roll call whenever I want.

- Enjoy your meal!

- "Enjoy your meal". Asshole! I'm bloody hungry.

- Me too. Imagine we almost ate a cassoulet!!

- Don't waste your energy.

The pit has been in use since the Greeks!

- In a normal prison, you escape by digging a hole.

But how to escape from a hole!

- We need to go have a look!

- How to?

- I don't know.

Let's give each other a leg up. - A leg up?

- Yes, a leg up!

You are tall. You'll be the base,

Then, M. Desingy.

M. Pouzay, and me last.

- If we make it to the top...

...the Germans will welcome us with their machine guns!

We'll be like pipes at the fair!

- that's a risk we have to take.

We're not gonna stay here and do nothing!

You'll be safe at the bottom. So, M. Pouzay?

- I agree with you. It's risky, but you are right.

We must do something.

- And you?

- If Jacques agrees, let's go, but I'm no sportsman.

- Don't worry. 3 against 1, Let's do it!

- You're nuts! - Come on!

First, both of us do the base.

Come, M. Desingy.

Let's go.

Come on!

Like that. Let's go, for god's sake!

Come on, you're fine!

Doing fine, come on!

Come on! Push!

- Let's go! - I'm slipping...

- Come on, come on!

- I'm slipping!

Guys, I'm slipping off!

- Ah, shit!

Shit! We almost made it!

You show off, Plaisance, but you got no balls!

- You and your dumd ideas, you're a shithead!

- What did you just say?

- Shithead!

You're worse than children!

Stop it!

- Are you nuts!

You ok? Your asthma again?

Breathe! - I'm fine.

- He aimed at my balls!

Oh, shit! My bladder's gonna explode.

I must release it. Oh...

- Oh, no!

Walking around in your piss? Keep it in!

- Stop it, Emile! You're a real pain!

We'll never know what's happening up there.

- We won't know either...

...who to thank for ending up at the bottom of this pit.

"The French authorities", the guy said!

That's vague!

- That's what the translator said.

- Why were we chosen among all the others?

- For you 2, it's normal.

- Why?

- Important local people are always selected as hostages.

The mayor, the priest, the teacher, the lord of the manor.

- Lord of the manor... more of an industrialist.

- Important nontheless.

But why me? An obscure, small insurer...

...not even residing in the district!

- That's not what you tell the girls! More like:

..."Let me introduce myself, Thierry Plaisance...

...From Acme Insurance." - La Sauvegarde.

Recently appointed mission head for re-valuations.

By the way, I have an interesting promotion going...

...on life insurance.

I can let you benefit.

Or rather, your families.

Providential, in such a situation.

- He's a maniac, that guy!

We don't give a shit about your insurance!

I want to know who these "French authorities" are.

- The townhall, the mayor?

Impossible. He was in the courtyard with us earlier.

And he was scared shitless!

- Who then?

Who singled us out?

- Some asshole with a grievance against us.

- Ass Fanny?

- Ass Fanny!

- Ass Fanny!

Score? 8 nothing?

- 9 nothing! - They're in trouble.

- May I please play?

- Go ahead. Sorry.

- If I hit Plaisance's ball, we got 2 behind.

Plus mine, 3.

9 to 3, they can be caught.

- You're taking risks. - Oh!

- I wouldn't shoot!

- 1, 2, 3, 4!

4 plus 9: 13!

Fanny!

- You know the custom. You must kiss our ass.

- What is this all about?

13 to 0, the loser kisses the winners' asses.

Fanny is Fanny!

-Ass Fanny! Ass Fanny!

- Never! Let go of me!

No... Never! Leave me alone!

My god, My God!

No, put me down!

- He wouldn't do that, would he?!

- He's very pro-Marshall, and his uncle is in the militia.

- We're going too far. For us 3, yes...

...Although I think it's a coincidence. But him?

Did you have any dealings with him?

- I don't know who he is, your Ass Fanny!

- The mayor's secretary, re-baptised since that game.

- Ah, wait...

Is he in charge of National assistance, stuff like that?

- He's the one!

- What an asshole that guy is!

I hit him last week.

- Really?

- No. She's not entitled.

- It's not my sister in law's fault if my brother escaped!

She's taking care of the kids.

She's entitled to the benefit!

- If your brother turns himself in, we'll put her back on the list.

- Nobody knows where he is!

You twat!

Wait until he's back!

- I doubt he will!

- Asshole!

Asshole!

You despicable man!

- Emile, quick!

- Police!

Police!

Police!

- Aren't you a bit impulsive?

- The scoundrel! I'm sure he's the one!

- Reluctant to kiss our ass...

...but happy to kiss the Germans' ass!

- I can't believe it. Sending people to their death...

...because he lost at petanque!

- Hard to swallow indeed.

- I can't believe it!

- That Ass Fanny is the one?

- No, not that.

Your cassoulet story, that's a lie!

Just trying to show off.

It's impossible to find.

- Ask Andr�.

- What cassoulet?

- Your story is just bullshit.

- Louise had a jar. We opened it to celebrate...

- Celebrate what?

- None of your business.

- Come on, Andr�, tell us!

What were you celebrating?

- I can't remember anything.

I'm hungry, thirsty, I have a headache.

And the rain!

I want my hat.

- That's what I thought.

That cassoulet didn't exist.

- I confirm. I was a real cassoulet. For 6.

- For 6? Just for the 3 of you?

- A cassoulet with preserved fat.

- Oh my god!

Goose fat?

- Duck and goose! 6 nice pieces.

- For 3? You are nothing but monsters!

- It smelt heavenly!

- Louise was heating it up when we came back from...

- From where?

- From the cellar.

- Right. From the cellar.

- From the cellar?

Impossible!

Our stomachs cannot take this kind of food anymore.

Ca engourdit, le d�tail.

Liars!

You are a bunch of liars!

- You only think of food!

- Nobody came by in the afternoon.

We were listening for boots, but nothing. Silence.

Just the sucking sounds or our feet when we pulled them out of the mud.

As if that pit was digesting us.

- We can get him.

The asshole. There's a sure-fire way!

- From here? In our situation?

- Yes. Actually, our situation is ideal.

What do the Germans want?

2 culprits. There are 4 of us.

That's 2 too many. Even 3

3 too many.

Let's say one of us is guilty.

The other one is outside. And who is he?

- Ass Fanny!

- Very good! Smart. And I'm a connaisseur.

But the culprit among us...

...Who is that?

- Someone who turns himself in and denounces his accomplice...

...Ass Fanny.

- Would you do that? Would you turn yourself in?

- He did not say that.

A volunteer is best.

- Are you volunteering?

That's very courageous.

- I did not say that. I was more thinking about you.

- No! It's impossible for me.

I just got engaged.

- An extra reason.

Good riddance for your fianc�e!

- Don't start again, Emile, that's not nice.

- Ok. I take that back.

Let's draw lots.

- I've never been lucky. I refuse...

- Shut up!

- Let the one who came up with the idea take responsibility.

- Ok, no draw then. The sabotage, it's me.

- What?

Jacques and I.

- What are you talking about!

- Don't listen to them! They always talk nonsense.

- Maybe, but this time it's true.

- Turning yourself in is courageous, M. Pouzay.

But the guys who did this are no amateurs.

There's an organisation behind them. Equipment!

- I had the equipment!

The explosives, the fuse, the detonator.

Red, blue... - Positive, negative!

- You can't even change a lightbulb!

We're wasting our time.

- And the guards, they had to be neutralised.

- It was me! With a sling!

- You neutralised them with a sling!

- Exactly!

- You're a pain, Pouzay! - Shhh!

- We're risking our lives and you are cracking jokes!

- It was us!

That's what the cassoulet was celebrating.

- Not another word!

Would the Germans believe this?

A sling!

- I know you, I was in your class.

No offence, but saboteurs are another class altogether.

- We'll see about that!

- Stop it, Jacques!

- The sabotage! I did it! - Shut up!

- Leave me alone! I'm turning myself in!

Just answer present, that's all.

Bailleul Emile. - Present that's all.

- Stop your nonsense.

Desingy Andr�. - Present.

- Plaisance Thierry.

- Pouzay Jacques. - Present. I would like to say...

- What?

- Tomorrow morning, if terrorists not denounced, you, shot!

- Enough of this nonsense!

Everybody gets shot, or no one does.

- Yes, lieutenant!

- Always on the telephone:

"Yes, lieutenant!"

What a jerk!

To think the rest already ran off and we are left behind!

We're going to get screwed!

- Are you in a hurry to get back to the front?

You, Karl...

...You prefer to deal with the Americans or the Russians?

- If I had the choice, Bye bye everyone.

To Switzerland!

Where are you going?

- 2nd serving.

- When will you stop stuffing yourselves?

You bunch of gluttons!

- Is he taking the piss?

- We were outraged!

He could have insulted us, pissed on us, that was expected.

But making fun of hostages about to die...

...that was undignified, unbearable.

- Ah! - Oh, we, hostages!

- He's making fun of us!

- No, stop!

He's gonna shoot!

- No, no!

- Don't move!

You're going to help us get out.

- What do you want him to do? - I don't know!

Go fetch a ladder!

- If he goes, he won't come back. - Yes, that's dumb.

- Then, I shoot him. - And after that?

- At least that's one less hun.

- what about us, then?

- Leave me alone! I'm going to shoot. Don't move!

- Heil Hitler!

- Your father was the first one to laugh, we all followed.

We forgot about dying.

We became kids again.

- He's juggling.

- Bread! this way, quick!

- Apples, throw!

Ah! Thanks!

- Before the war, I stayed in Paris for 2 years...

...in the Medrano Circus. My clown name...

...was Zozo!

But my real name is Berndt. Nice to meet you, gentlemen!

As you always say...

..."As long as there's life, there's hope."

See you tomorrow! And good night.

- Hey! Your gun!

- Oh! I forgot!

Thanks!

- Funny guy!

- What a strange guard!

A gardian angel.

- Still a guard.

The enemy remains the enemy. It could be a trap.

- Meaning?

We get friendly, drop our guard down, and we tell him everything!

- What is there to tell?

Apart from the apple he gave you?

I saw a nice, funny guy, and it made me feel good.

A regular guy like us, who's fed up with this bloody war.

- I agree, M. Pouzay.

- I warned you.

- A bat!

- Bad omen? - Not at all, Emile.

Bats are harmless. And useful.

I wouldn't mind coming back as a bat.

- How about a toad?

- Why not? I also like toads.

- Mr Pouzay...

...when we are dead, do we know...

Are we aware of being dead?

- You are talking about a sort of conscience after death?

- Is that it, Emile?

- We're dead, and that's it.

We don't even remember ever existing.

- That's sad.

Since we're dead, better not remember life.

We cannot be sad about something...

...if we forgot it, no?

- Except that...

...knowing that you forgot something...

...is another form of suffering.

- If you start splitting hairs!

- Enough philosophing!

- If I ever get out of that hole...

...I go home, take a bath, have a shave...

...wear my best costume - I only have one ...

...and I go ask Louise to marry me.

- Me too.

- Yeah, you too.

Of course.

But if only one of us survives...

...the problem will be solved.

- What if we both survive?

- Then you be the one.

I mean... I will be alive.

That's the most important!

On top of which, I'll have a happy friend.

- I'll do the same.

Not with Louise of course.

If I survive, no more chasing girls.

I'll settle down.

Even if you died, you'd come back as a peacock

You'd spend your time strutting your stuff!

- My only certainty...

...is that people who subscribed to your insurance policy...

...Will be born again as fools.

- For me...

...I'd like to see you come back as a moth.

You'd spend your moth life eating your stupid hats!

- What about you, Emile?

What would you like to be re-incarnated as?

Emile Bailleul.

I'm fine as I am.

I don't want to die.

I don't want to die.

No, I...

- I want you to denounce me. Tell them I did it.

- No! I cannot do that!

- Listen, Marie.

I won't last much longer.

I'm done.

I need you, woman.

Denounce me.

It will save the others.

- But they are the ones, it's their fault!

- It's true, but...

...I'm sure they didn't know...

...that I was inside.

- You can't ask me to do that!

What did I do to deserve this?

- Nothing but good, Marie.

Always good things.

But...

...I have no time now to thank you in details.

Please do as I ask.

- No way! I refuse!

- Breakfast!

Catch this!

- Thanks.

- Schnaps. Warms you up!

- Yes! It would wake up the dead!

- Hey!

The order...

Will it be carried out?

- To Louise!

- Anjou...

- Fire.

- Come in.

- A french woman would like to talk to you.

- Ask her to wait.

- Why have the hostages not been shot?

- It's not really necessary, Fink.

Let's free the poor sods.

- It's out of the question!

You are undermining our authority!

I take note of your attitude.

It is not worthy of our F�hrer!

- Let her in.

- Madame.

- Sit down, madame.

- No.

I'd rather stand.

- As you wish.

You are?

- Marie Gerbier.

The wife of the railroad employee.

He's the one who blew it up.

- You are denouncing your husband?

- No.

He asked me to. That's his wish.

He does not want others to pay for him.

He wants to leave this earth with a free conscience.

- Are you sure it's him?

- My husband never lied to me.

I'm not well.

I am totally wasted.

- Wasted!

Let's not exaggerate! Let's just say...

...high!

- What is high?

- It means slightly drunk...

...and ... happy.

- I bet you we have more words than you to say 'drunk'.

- Oh, I don't know. We have quite a few.

- On that terrain, you will be beaten, wiped out!

- Let's see...

- Bourr�!

- Besoffen!

- Murg�.

- Voll!

- ... bitur�!

- Trunkenbold!

- Saufloch'!

- Shut up!

Take your positions.

Are you refusing to obey?

- No!

- Herr Hauptsturmf�hrer, a call.

- Allo.

- A woman denounced the saboteur.

- Another one who wants to get rid of her husband!

- Her husband is in hospital. He's the one sending her.

He doesn't want innocent people to pay for what he did.

- I'm coming back. I hope this is not a joke.

The execution is suspended until further notice.

For now, bury this man.

- Yes sir.

Fucking war!

Bury him.

- One last time, madam...

...You confirm your testimony? - Yes.

- You understand the consequences?

- Yes.

- It's for the best, Marie.

Everything will be alright.

- Soldiers!

Aim!

Fire!

- Stand back!

You are free.

The culprit turned himself in.

- Initially, we didn't understand.

We only got to know the truth later.

- Come on, lazy bums!

Truck, truck.

Get out!

Pouzay, you too!

Yes!

Hurry up!

Come on, Pouzay!

Yes, Pouzay!

Pouzay, Pouzay! My God!

- Thanks.

Do you have insurance for your castle?

- I took over from my father.

- Probably insured for a song. We should revise it.

Everything could be wiped out. War damages, maybe...

...but what's the first element of the dossier?

An insurance policy! You understand?

I'll take care of it.

- He really took care of me!

My premiums tripled and the war missed us by 20 km...

...without even breaking a roof tile.

Later, thanks to Louise...

...we went to hide in a country house.

Ah, it's so nice here!

No words to describe it!

- There are always words to describe how you feel.

This is close to beatitude.

There she is!

- Hello, Louise!

- We were starting to worry.

- My bicycle is squeaking.

It's the crank. Let me fix it.

- Very kind of you.

- I wouldn't know. - What is it you wouldn't know?

- Repairing your bicycle. I'm not good with my hands.

- You have other qualities!

...a handyman, that's useful in a couple.

I mean...

- What do you mean?

- Nothing, well, yes...

Jacques would make a good husband.

- I'm sure.

But so would you.

I'm too... set in my ways for life as a couple.

Celibate life suits my character better.

A fling once in a while...

- A ball bearing.

That's the one squeaking. We must change it.

Am I disturbing?

Andr� was telling me how he prefers to remain single.

- Is that so?

Mmh... That rabbit is succulent, Louise!

As always!

- It goes real well with the mushrooms.

- I must tell you...

...about old F�lix.

- He's dead, isn't he?

- Yes. Shot by the Germans.

- What?

- He told them he was the one who did it.

- Why?

- To save the hostages. To save you.

He knew he was finished. He told his wife to denounce him.

- Poor woman! That's horrible!

- Horrible, horrible.

He saved our life, and we stole his.

- Does his wife know we did it?

- No.

- Ah, It's you! You scared me!

- Good evening, Louise!

They're not here? - It's Emile!

- Emile! Oh!

Hello! - Oh, M. Pouzay!

M. Desingy!

- You look great like that!

- It's true, it suits you.

- I joined Delattre.

- De what?

- Delattre de Tassigny!

We're leaving tonight.

- They took you in spite of your asthma?

- I didn't tell them. And I'm feeling better!

- What about the Germans?

- A few of them leave everyday.

Soon, they'll all be back home.

- No, Emile. not all of them.

Not all.

They could at least have put his name on a cross.

So that people know.

- We only know his first name.

Berndt.

- Zozo.

- It's on that day that your father...

...decided to be a clown for the rest of his life.

To pay tribute to this man, so humourous, so human...

...buried there, somewhere.

Hello cowards! Finally coming out?

We almost got Ass Fanny. When we got there...

...his bed was still warm. Sentenced to death in abstencia.

- He's not dead?

- As good as dead. You'd know if you'd studied law...

Here's Roseline, my fianc�e.

I told you!

Let me buy you a drink.

- No, we're in a hurry. - We're late!

- Is it that important? - Very!

- I'm coming with you. - No!

We only have two seats. See you!

- They are funny, no?

- You're gonna talk to her.

- Why me? - You told me you knew him.

- I only knew his name.

It would be better if you did it.

Coming from the teacher, it would carry more weight.

Good morning, madam.

- Good morning, gentlemen.

- You are Mme Gerbier? - Yes.

- We would like to talk to you. We won't be long.

- Do come in.

This way.

Please sit down.

May I offer you some nut wine?

- No thank you.

- Come on.

Don't stand on ceremony, M. Desingy.

- You know me?

- I worked in your factory for 20 years.

I finished my career overseeing the dye department.

- Ah yes... I knew I'd seen you somewhere.

Of course.

- Are you gonna re-open the factory?

- Absolutely!

The felt hat is not dead!

- Alright. I'm listening.

- Well... We were among the hostages that your husband saved.

- Yes, a young man brought me flowers.

Emile. And a tall one, blue eyes...

Monsieur... what's his name again? Ah, me and names!

- Thierry Plaisance came?

Yes, he too came to thank me.

Well; to thank F�lix.

Just like you, no?

I was not too kind with your friend.

He insisted on selling me an insurance policy.

I told him that at my age...

...when you've lost your spouse...

...nothing has any value anymore.

I hope you don't have anything to sell to me?

My husband, he was courageous, you know.

He led a rather quiet life.

His last two days, they were tough.

He went through hell.

You know, when the Germans left, the resistants came after me.

I didn't get a shaved head, but almost!

I had to explain how it happened. In details!

- They had no right!

- They finally understood.

They wanted me to attend a decoration ceremony for my husband.

I refused.

F�lix wouldn't have liked it.

He was a simple man. He would have said:

"There were 4 hostages to be saved, that's all."

You got nothing else to tell me?

- We do.

Well...

No.

- If there's anything we can do. I mean...

Personnally, for you...

Bravo! Well done!

You were supposed to speak! - You could have done it too!

Both of us are responsible! You even more.

- What do you mean?

- Who pressed the detonator?

- Easy for you to say!

You didn't agree, maybe?

Yes I did, but you were the one who pressed!

The result is, she still doesn't know.

- I hope she never does.

- On the contrary!

No truth, no hope. Let's get back!

- What? Are you nuts!

- We're going back!

- I thought you would have the courage to come back.

But I didn't think you'd come back so fast.

- Well, Mme Gerbier...

The signal box, it was us.

Andr� and I.

We blew it up.

- I knew that.

My husband saw you from the window...

...just before the explosion, M. Desingy.

He often came to fetch me outside the factory.

So he recognised you.

But as we say...

..."A confessed deed is half forgiven".

We must forget this story and not talk about it.

No one must know.

This way my husband will keep his small heroic deed.

You owe him that much.

- Go on! You mentioned it first.

- I know, but that's not a good reason.

- You have to go!

- I'm not so sure now.

- Liar!

- Anyway, she will not want me.

- You are afraid, aren't you?

Now's not the time to chicken out! Go!

- Why don't you go. You have a better chance.

- Fine. I go.

You are such a coward. Too bad for you!

I had to go make your dad's marriage proposal for him.

At that moment, he thought I was making my own proposal.

But I always knew that Louise... I mean your mother...

...liked your father better.

I always wondered why, actually.

Come.

Let's go back in to watch the end.

Are you coming?

- Bravo, dad!