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I say, this wretched news is a bit late tonight, isn't it?

BRENT: Where the hell is Mike?

Well, what's on the menu tonight, Hoppy?

Uh, sausage and sauerkraut, sir.

Sauerkraut? How on earth did you manage that?

Well, now, it's not your actual sauerkraut,

it's more, you might say, uh, ersatz sauerkraut.

Still, if you smother it with onions, it'll be all right, sir.

Onions? Are there onions in that?

Well, not your actual onions, it's more, you might say a sort of...

Your ersatz onions!

I think we get the general idea, Hoppy.

Can't be too bad, sir. I cried peeling them.

As long as we don't cry eating them.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

Sorry I'm late, chaps. Had a job translating this.

You might try brushing up on your French, old man.

Never mind his French. What we want's a wireless set.

Then we wouldn't have to go through this bloody silly rigmarole.

Oh, come off it! He's doing his best.

All right. Well, come on, men, come on. We're all agog.

-Here's the 9:00 news... -BRENT: Half an hour late.

...and this is Michael Brown reading it.

''The German Army is in full retreat across North Africa.

''British and American troops met up at the Gabes Gap

''and are sweeping across Tunisia

''with the German Army falling back on all fronts.''

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

''The Allied armies have captured nearly a million German and Italian soldiers.''

-How many? -Come again?

Well, nearer 500,000, but I thought a little journalistic licence...

(ALL EXCLAIMING JOYFULLY)

BROWN: Wait. Here's the news scoop of the month.

You mean there's more?

''It was officially announced from Berlin this morning that...''

I have no wish to interrupt your meal, gentlemen.

Do carry on.

Lieutenant Brown, you appear to have been

in the process of making some kind of announcement.

Yes, as a matter of fact, I was reading out the...

Lieutenant Brown was reading the news. Weren't you, Mike?

ULMANN: Well, that should interest all of us.

Continue, Lieutenant Brown.

Go ahead, Mike.

''It was officially announced from Berlin this morning

''that the Fuhrer himself has personally relieved Field Marshal Rommel

''of all duties in the Middle East,

''and has ordered the Field Marshal to return to Berlin immediately.''

These onions are very good, Hop. Well done.

Where did you get this lie, Lieutenant Brown?

-It's not a lie, is it, Mike? -I don't think so.

Your notes, please.

You will recall my previous warning.

I have no alternative but to report this to the Kommandant.

CARTER: 500,000. BRENT: I don't believe it.

(MEN CHUCKLING)

If I may say so, Simon, was that particularly wise?

What the hell? The Germans know

the French have got a radio hidden somewhere.

And they know we get the news from London every night.

Besides, that bit of news isn't going to do the German's morale much good.

That's if it's true.

I heard it myself.

Yes, but your French, old boy, it is a bit rusty...

Listen, the Frenchies themselves nearly went barmy when they heard it.

Well, it certainly sounds like the end of the war in Africa.

You never know, we might all be home by Christmas.

(CHUCKLING)

Christmas is a long way off. We still have Easter to worry about.

-And that means it's... -Choir practice.

That's right. Choir practice time. Come along, George.

Coming.

-And you, Mr Carter. -Yeah. I'll be right with you, Padre.

And how is this famous choir of yours coming along, then, Padre?

Uh, really not as good as last year, I'm afraid.

Those Russians did make a difference.

They seemed to give the whole choir more body.

(CHUCKLES) If you know what I mean.

I fear it's a bit thin this year. Still, never mind.

Choir's not half as thin as this soup.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

It's damned irritating to have to rely on the French for all our news.

Well, it's not surprising, is it, Simon?

If they're the only people with a wireless.

I've got news for you. They've got two.

They've got a spare in case Jerry tumbles the other one.

The bloody selfish lot!

It's like a NAAFI stores over there.

I don't know how that Vaillant character manages it,

but he seems to be able to lay his hands on absolutely anything.

The French are operating a radio receiver, sir.

Hmm?

It is a serious crime to operate a radio receiver

in a prisoner-of-war camp, sir.

Of course.

Hauptmann Ulmann suggests it might be difficult to find, sir.

It most probably will.

I find that hard to believe, sir.

When I first came to Colditz, Major, I found such things hard to believe.

But now, nothing would surprise me.

The more thoroughly we search, the more ingenious they are in hiding things.

But this radio is undoubtedly the source of lying enemy propaganda,

which is circulating through the entire camp, sir.

I'm well aware of that.

Hauptmann Ulmann obtained these notes from the British quarter, sir,

a particularly invidious pack of lies.

(PRISONERS SINGING IN GERMAN)

I would call that vicious and dangerous propaganda, sir.

That's an old German melody. Bach, I believe.

I would suggest that we made an example

of those persons responsible for passing on this information, sir.

You did not hear the 8:00 bulletin from Berlin, Major?

No, sir, I did not.

The Fuhrer has relieved Field Marshal Rommel from his post

and ordered him back to Berlin at once.

The Field Marshal's place is to be taken by Generaloberst von Arnim.

I fear things are not going too well for us in North Africa.

Temporary setbacks are inevitable, sir.

Yes. Yes, of course.

MAN: One packet of playing cards, two pairs of socks, 2 marks 50.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Your account shows that you owe the company 7 marks 30.

And there was the mouth organ last week. That comes to 1 6 marks.

It is not a charity organisation we are running here, Duprez!

I'm expecting a Red Cross parcel soon.

Everyone is expecting a Red Cross parcel.

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

Give him the cigarettes.

But no more credit.

-Ah! Lieutenant... -Carter.

-Right. Captain Vaillant. -Yes, I know.

We are honoured, sir.

-There is something I can do for you? -Yeah, perhaps.

For the English, anything.

Believe me, you have come to the right man.

Come, come. A little aperitif before lunch.

Oh, thank you.

Please, sit. Feel at home.

Thank you.

-Reserved for special guests. -Oh, what is it?

You could call it Pernod.

It smells like Pernod.

And it tastes like Pernod.

Thank you.

And if you drink enough of it,

you don't know the difference the next morning.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

-Cheers. -Cheers.

Good, huh? (CHUCKLES)

Cigarette?

No, thank you.

Mmm.

Is it safe to smoke with this stuff around?

(LAUGHING) French cigarettes, okay?

No, it reminds me of better days, though.

Ah, you know France.

No, not really. I once went on a day trip to Bologne.

You do not know the Riviera?

-No, I'm afraid we never got that far. -Ah.

I come from Marseille.

Greatest city in all France.

Sunshine, beautiful girls.

(MATCH STRIKING)

In Marseille, one can live like a man.

This really is remarkable. How do you make it?

Well, well. What is there I can do for you, Lieutenant?

We were wondering if we might do a little barter.

Something that we need for something that you may need.

Believe me, you have come to the right man. Anything you want.

Rope, string, cigarettes, Dutch cigars, German wines, nails, screws, everything.

Except women.

And I thought we were good at scrounging.

My friend, you are speaking to an expert.

Before the war, how do you think I made a living in Marseille?

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

-By one's white... -Wits.

Exactly.

In Marseille, I live like a prince.

Handmade silk shirts.

A big car. Delage. 6,000 centimetre cube.

And women.

Ah, this bloody war.

I tell you, if I was in Marseille at this very moment,

you can't get coffee, you can't get this, you can't get that...

I would be a millionaire.

Yeah, I imagine you would.

They keep us here, prisoners of war.

Which war?

France is not at war with Germany.

For us, the war ended two years ago.

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

I tell you,

-I give myself... -No, thank you.

...one month and I will be out of this pigsty.

I say to myself, ''Andre,

''in one month's time, you will be sitting at a cafe,

''into the sunshine, Boulevard Releche,

''sipping a cognac and watching girls go by.''

-I... -Well, business.

You tell me what you want.

Yes, well, in the British quarters we don't have a wireless.

And I understand that you've got two of them,

and I thought we might make some kind of a little deal.

My friend,

you are pulling my legs.

No.

Lieutenant, ask me for anything, the shirt off my back.

But a radio?

Have you any idea how long it has taken us to assemble our radio?

A piece here, a piece there. It is like gold to us.

Yeah, but you do have two.

But your Lieutenant Brown is always welcome to listen to our radio.

(MAN SHOUTS IN FRENCH)

Here, take it.

ULMANN: Your attention, gentlemen.

You will all vacate these quarters at once.

# Your Redeemer's conflict... #

-You're late, Simon. -Sorry.

# Watch with Him one bitter hour

# Turn not from... #

-Any luck? -No.

Ulmann's tearing the place apart.

Well, that's it, then.

# ...Jesus Christ to pray #

Good morning, Pastor. I'm very sorry to have kept you waiting.

It's kind of you to see me, Kommandant.

-Please take a seat. -Thank you.

Your letter says that you wish to see me, Pastor.

It does not say why.

I thought it better if I explained the matter to you personally, Kommandant.

Please.

Colditz is a small town, Kommandant.

The people are very close to the church.

Easter is a very important festival for them.

Yes, yes, I'm sure.

I have been informed that the Bishop of Leipzig

is to honour our little church with his presence on Easter Friday.

Naturally, I had hoped to make a good impression.

We have a congregation, Kommandant. We have a fine organ

and an excellent organist.

Alas, we have no choir.

All the young men are in the army. The boys are in the Hitlerjugend.

Even the girls have been drafted to work on the farms.

We did have something of a choir, but they were old men

and now they have been called up into the Landwacht.

I am not sure why this should concern me, Pastor.

I thought I heard a choir a few moments ago.

Yes, yes. Some of the prisoners.

Oh, I see.

I wonder if I understand you correctly, Pastor?

Did you have it in mind that we should provide a choir from this camp

to sing in your church at Easter?

I had hoped, Kommandant, that you would at least consider the possibility.

But this is a high security prison, Pastor.

I naturally assumed that the men would be under guard.

To permit a group of men to go down into the town, even under guard,

is a risk which I would be most reluctant even to consider.

I would not have asked you, Kommandant,

except that I know that last summer

some of your prisoners were taken to bathe in the river

and there was a football match at one time, I believe.

That was some years ago, Pastor.

Most of the men here have been locked up for some considerable time.

The desire to escape is, in many of them, an obsession.

You would not believe, Pastor, the ingenuity and the patience

with which men occupy their time in trying to get out.

Now, it is not for me to make it any easier for them.

I had hoped that amidst all this aggression and suffering,

we could have brought even a handful of people together

in the common worship of God.

The men you have here, Kommandant, may be our enemies,

but they're not God's enemies.

(NEWSREADER CHATTERING IN FRENCH ON RADIO)

(MAN EXCLAIMS IN FRENCH)

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

The bastard is smiling. That is no good.

MOHN: If I might have your attention, gentlemen, please, for a moment?

At 0845 on Monday, the 20th of April,

which coincidentally happens to be the birthday of the Fuhrer,

the entire French contingent will assemble in the courtyard,

clad in winter clothing, with your personal belongings prepared for...

evacuation. That is all, gentlemen.

MAN: Major.

Yes?

Are we to be told where we are going?

If it is of interest to you, yes, I can tell you.

You're going to Oflag IV-A

near Konin.

It is a little cold there this time of the year,

but unlike Colditz,

there will be work enough to keep you warm.

(CLICKS HEELS)

Gentlemen.

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

(GRUNTING)

(SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

Konin? Where is that?

Where is it? Where is it!

It is in Poland!

A filthy labour camp in Poland!

3,000 kilometres from the Swiss border

and 3,000 kilometres from the Italian border!

(CURSES IN FRENCH)

BROWN: Um, what's going to happen to the radio?

What did you think, about the radio?

We take it with us, the radio. What else?

# Your Redeemer's conflict see

# Watch with Him one bitter hour

# Turn not from His griefs away... #

PADRE: No, no, no!

Gentlemen! Gentlemen, see, we cannot hear the words.

Once more.

# Go to dark Gethsemane

# Ye that feel the tempter's power

# Your Redeemer's conflict see #

Cigarette, Colonel?

Thank you.

Please.

I have a request from the pastor of the Protestant church in the town.

He has asked if we could provide a choir to sing in his church at Easter.

What do you think of the idea, Colonel?

I'm sure they'll be most enthusiastic.

It's good for morale, hmm?

-Yes, very good. -Good.

You appreciate, Colonel,

that if I give my permission for these men to go into town,

I am accepting a considerable responsibility.

Yes, of course.

I would expect you to give me your word of honour

that no escape attempt will be made by any member of this choir.

Kommandant, I can give you a parole on behalf of the British officers,

but I believe there are some Poles and some French in the choir.

I can't speak for them.

I have already spoken to the senior Polish and French officers.

I have their paroles.

Well, in that case, I give you my word

that no British officer will attempt to escape.

Thank you.

Good.

Very well. I will speak with the pastor tomorrow

and inform you of what arrangements he wishes should be made.

Any chance of joining your mob, Padre?

(LAUGHS) I'm sorry, Hoppy.

Come along, Padre. You know, I used to be in the choir at school.

You're all too late.

# Onward Christian soldiers... #

God has become popular all of a sudden.

MAN: Surely you've got room for a couple more, Padre?

I don't recall there being this eagerness

when I first asked for volunteers.

Just the weather for a nice little stroll down into the town.

Fresh nip in the air.

First flowers of spring...

CARTER: # All things bright and beautiful... #

-Don't you start! -Shut up!

ULMANN: All those who are going to choir practice, fall in, gentlemen, please.

I can hardly believe it.

In a couple of minutes, we're actually going to walk right out of this place.

You want to be right marker?

Well, what's the idea of this?

What's the matter, Padre?

Well, this man is not a member of our choir.

(SPEAKS GERMAN)

-Captain Andre Vaillant? -At your service, Captain.

That's the name on the list, Padre.

This man has not rehearsed with us.

Where is Captain Mariel?

Captain Mariel has been taken ill, Padre.

A little mal de stomach.

But I will not disappoint you.

Listen.

# Ave, ave

# Ave Maria #

You see? I've got what you call ""timbre"".

Don't worry.

Gentlemen,

your senior officers have given their parole

that there will be no attempt at escape

and that you will conduct yourselves in an orderly and dignified manner

while in the town of Colditz.

I need not remind you that any breach of parole

will have the most serious consequences.

Right, and turn!

Left, turn!

Parade, forward march!

Left, right, left,

left, left,

left, right, left.

Hey, grab a bit of skirt for me, chaps.

Left, left,

left, right, left.

Left, left,

left, right, left,

left, left.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

In a dignified and orderly manner, the man said.

Left, left,

left, right, left.

ULMANN: Halt!

Flight Lieutenant Carter.

Parade, turn and stand easy!

Lieutenant Jordan?

-Good morning. -Good morning.

If you would be kind to accompany me into the church.

Your men can arrange the choir through the other door.

-By all means. -Bitte.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

The rest of you follow me.

Right, attention!

Fall out!

(ORGAN PLAYING)

-It's beautiful. -Isn't it? Gorgeous.

(ORGAN MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIGHS) Fantastic.

I've thrown better fish back into the sea.

Not in the last four years he hasn't.

Now, gentlemen. Gentlemen, your attention, please.

The procedure is as follows.

The pastor will address the congregation,

and this will be followed by a short prayer.

And the organist will play an introduction,

and the first hymn we sing is hymn 1 00.

It appears to be an old German tune,

which is fortunate.

So now, if you'll listen to the introduction from the organ

and please try and come together.

Thank you, Pastor.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(ORGANIST PLAYING)

# Go to dark Gethsemane... #

(INDISTINCT MURMURING)

MAN: Time to return, gentlemen.

As quickly as you can, please.

Fall in quickly, gentlemen.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Psst!

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Not to be afraid.

I just want to say hello.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

-English? -A little.

Right. What is your name?

Gerda.

You are very beautiful, Gerda.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

You are like a rare flower in spring.

Tender, beautiful.

Delicate.

I am Andre Vaillant.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(GUARDS SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Where have you been, Captain Vaillant?

I am sorry, my hymn book, I lose it.

I thought we'd lost you for a minute.

Just a little distraction, un petit tete-a-tete.

(ORDERING IN GERMAN)

-Flight Lieutenant Carter? -Sir.

Parade, attention!

Right turn!

Forward march.

Left, left, left, right, left.

(WHISTLING)

Left, left, left, right, left.

Oh, my God. Here they come. Just look at them.

Smug as hell.

How did it go, you lucky bastards?

I rather cared for that blonde you were chatting to.

Yeah, those two brunettes weren't bad, either.

Oh, you're joking.

I hope you fellows didn't completely waste your time down there.

Oh, no, we managed to nick you a few souvenirs.

See, chaps? We didn't forget about you entirely.

Four wood screws,

one electric light socket and four assorted keys.

One German lavatory chain.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Twenty feet of sash cord, half a dozen teaspoons.

JONES: Oh, well done, chaps.

BRENT: One mirror, two doorknobs and a hassock.

WALTERS: I thought you looked a bit preggers when you walked in.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Damn liberty that Frenchman, horning in like that.

Yes. Well, actually, he had rather a good voice.

Yeah, he would have. He's the sort of bloke that does everything well.

(SINGING IN GERMAN)

Ca c"est la viei

(SINGING CONTINUES)

# It is finished

# Hear Him cry

# Trust in Christ

# And learn to die #

Excellent, gentlemen. Truly splendid.

Sehr guti Very good.

Excellent. Excellent!

Maybe they'll book us for a tour.

Gentlemen. Gentlemen!

The pastor wishes to say how delighted he is with your performance.

He expresses the conviction that Friday's service

will be a success due to your cooperation.

Next week, Leipzig Cathedral.

Now, gentlemen, if you please, we have to hurry,

or we'll be late for Appel.

Quickly please, gentlemen.

(GUARD SPEAKING GERMAN)

Psst!

(MOCK WHISTLING)

(WHISPERING) Henri!

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

ANDRE: You speak German?

Not now, Andre.

ANDRE: What is Abfluss?

-Comment? -Abfluss.

Abfluss? I don't know.

ANDRE: Eh, think, think! Abfluss.

Abfluss.

Abfluss. Uh...

A pipe.

ANDRE: A pipe?

No, impossible.

You asked me, I'm telling you.

ANDRE: Psst.

A pipe, a pipe. What else?

A pipe.

A drain, a sewer, or something like that.

ANDRE: A drain?

Can I go to sleep now?

Oui, merci.

A drain?

(PRISONERS CHATTERING)

(KNOCKING)

Marcel.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

There are a few things I need urgently.

Mmm-hmm?

What things?

A travel warrant, a passport, a visa and 1 ,000 German marks.

You also require perhaps a motorcar and a chauffeur?

I will pay.

-That goes without saying. -Everything I have in my closet,

and the concession for the cigarettes and the liquors.

-It will take a long time. -I must have them by Friday.

-Impossible. -Impossible? But you will do it.

Capitaine, are you planning on leaving us?

Poland is too cold for my warm Mediterranean blood.

Like the birds, I have decided to fly south for the summer.

(CHURCH BELLS TOLLING)

MAN: Parade.

Halt.

(DOG WHINING)

Parade, right turn!

And right! At ease.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

What's the old boy going on about?

He says he doesn't want dogs in the church.

Quite right, too.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Lieutenant Jordan.

Gentlemen, file into the church.

Well, you'd better be quick about it.

Parade, attention! Turn!

-Fall out! -Now.

This choir is not what it used to be.

Yeah, gone down the drain.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

You will be charged with forging official documents,

and in possession of state papers.

-Sir? -Yes.

This man.

He's with the choir. Andre Vaillant.

Everybody out here immediately.

Jawohl, Herr Major.

# Go to dark Gethsemane

# Ye that feel the tempter's power

# Your Redeemer's conflict see

# Watch with him... #

Everybody out!

The balloon's gone up.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Come on, gentlemen.

At once. Hurry up.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Move on.

-Were you right marker? -I don't know. Was I?

(ALL CHATTING AT ONCE)

Come on, gentlemen. Quickly.

-Hurry up! -No, no. Come on.

-I'm right marker. -You're what?

-Quicker than that, Ulmann. -That's enough!

You will kindly line up without further talk.

(CLEARING THROAT)

And where is Captain Vaillant?

Ulmann, march them back to the camp at once.

I am extremely disappointed, Colonel Preston.

And I am responsible only for the British officers, Kommandant.

This man could not have escaped without some assistance.

Your men must have collaborated in some way.

I doubt it.

Well, we shall soon find out.

-What have you got in there? -Nothing especially.

Identity card.

Everything is all right, Oberleutnant.

Come on, come on. Move it out of the way.

(EXCLAIMS)

My God.

One night in that stinking drain, and I smell like a skunk.

You are not embarrassed to see a man naked like this?

I grew up in big family, many brothers.

Oh.

Where are they now? In the army?

One is dead, in Africa.

The other is on the East front.

My little brother is prisoner of war in Russia.

Oh. It's sad.

What about the rest of your family?

My mother died three months past.

My father is worker in factory in Leipzig.

He come home only at weekends.

-So, you live here alone? -Ja.

Ah, that is better.

Now, no longer I smell like Schwein. (CHUCKLES)

Tell me, why do you do this?

It will be very bad for you if you get caught.

-Why? -I do not know.

For my brother, perhaps.

I hope maybe in Russia, some woman be kind to him.

You are a beautiful person, Gerda.

Inside as well as outside.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

-Why do they come here? -They were here this morning.

Look, I'll be gone soon.

Look, I have papers and documents.

I can take a train out of here.

There is a train, 8:00 in the morning. It go to Stuttgart.

-This afternoon I buy you ticket. -Right.

You buy two tickets.

You come with me.

It'll be dangerous for you to stay here.

You come with Andre.

I'll take you with me into the sunshine.

Besides, a man and woman travelling together, we could be man and wife.

It would look better.

They look for one man. One man alone, more suspicious.

Do you understand?

But I have Papa.

Cherie.

Pretty soon now, the war will be over.

You will be able to come back.

But it has been grey for you too long.

You are pretty.

You should feel the sun on your face.

You need love and laughter.

You buy two tickets.

(DOWNING SIGHS)

You know, your French friend has really dropped the Colonel in it.

I don't know.

It wasn't our fault.

-Was it? -Certainly not.

I'll bet they're really tearing the town apart looking for him.

I can't forgive him for ruining the service.

He must have had the whole thing planned.

No.

To Andre.

Yeah, well, good luck to him.

I hope he makes it.

He's probably halfway to France by now.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Je t"aime.

No. No, you do not mean it.

-I swear. -No, it is only because...

Whatever happens, all my life

I will remember this little moment.

With you, like a little child.

You... You were very gentle.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Tomorrow, you come with me.

-No, I cannot. -We'll leave this war behind.

-Andre... -The war is for soldiers,

not for lovers.

How do you say in French?

-Je t"aime. -Je t"aime.

(TRAIN RUMBLING, WHISTLE BLOWING)

It's too late now to change our mind.

Come.

Perhaps it will be late.

German trains always run on time.

That is one thing the Fuhrer did for Germany.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

-Stuttgart? -Jawohl.

I have just been going through the effects of Vaillant, sir.

I found this.

''Gerda.''

-Do you know who she is? -No, sir.

I have informed the SS.

It would not work, Andre.

Are you mad?

We cannot stay here. Come, we buy the ticket on the train.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

No, please! You go, I stay.

-I beg you. -Please, go quickly.

One day, I'll be back. You'll see.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

(CONDUCTOR BLOWING WHISTLE)

MAN: Poor beggars.

I don't suppose many of them will ever see France again, do you?

No.

I say, chaps, guess what?

With the compliments of Captain Vaillant.

(ALL CHEERING)

Our own wireless, at last!

(MEN SINGING PATRIOTIC SONG IN FRENCH)

-You think he'll make it? -Who, Vaillant?

Yeah, he'll make it.

I can see him now.

Lying on a beach in the south of France.

''Into the sunshine.''

Couple of blondes on either side of him.

(MEN SINGING PATRIOTIC SONG IN FRENCH)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)