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Shh. Shh.

Pierre Brossard!

- Seven.
- Yeah.

- Seven Jews.
- Yeah.

You. Get up.

Up. Get him up!

And him. Get up. You.

You.

Get up. Get up.

Get him up.

Line against the wall.

Drop your pants.

Get your pants down.

Come on, get your pricks out.

Put your hands down.

Fire!

Nice to see you again.

Afternoon.

- A beer, please.
- Yes.

Thank you.

Good morning.

- How are you?
- Great.

Thank you. Bye-bye.

Bye.

Excuse me. Do you have a phone?

Yes. It's over there.

Thanks.

Yes?

I'm in Castillon.

The letter's arrived,

and so has he, I think.

Did you see who it's addressed to?

Pouliou. The name you said.

Has he collected it?

Not yet, but I'm almost sure
it's the man in the photo.

It's so like him.

Wait.

Hang on.

This is for you.

It's him.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Sorry.

I've broken down.

If you're going up to the Abbey,

could you give me a lift?

Dear Lord.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

Judge Livi.

Colonel Roux.

Oh, thank you, Silvier.

Do you always wear your uniform?

Only when I want to impress.

I'm impressed. Sit down.

Do you know why I've asked the army

to take over this investigation?

- Just what I've been told.
- What have you been told?

That you don't trust the police

because of their collaboration
with the Vichy regime

during World War Two.

Rounding up Jews,

even before the Nazis asked them to.

That sort of thing.

Yes.

That sort of thing.

Now,

I will be responsible
for the overall direction

of the investigation, and you'll be...

I 'm supposed to do as I' m told.

Isn't that correct, Judge?

That's correct, Colonel.

Why don't we have lunch?

I want to know more about you.

Not much to know.

I'm a soldier.

Are you a Catholic?

Lapsed.

- Married?
- No.

You?

Was.

My mother was Catholic, my father Jewish.

What's that make you?

Agnostic.

Thank you. I'll do it.

In 1945,

Pierre Brossard

is arrested by the police in Paris,

tried as a collaborator,
and sentenced to death.

A week later, he escapes. How?

After all this time,
it's rather difficult to tell.

No, it isn't. He escapes

because they let him escape,

and then they cover their tracks.

That 's what they' ve all been doing.

Covering their tracks.

I'm the third examining magistrate

to be appointed,

and that's only because of this new law.

Crimes against humanity.

You've heard about this Jewish group

that's looking for Brossard?

No.

Oh, somebody's been using
police wavebands illegally.

You know we monitor them.

It seems that there's this...

Jewish commando that's plotting

to assassinate Brossard.

Why wasn't I told this earlier?

I'm telling you now.

An abbey was mentioned.

The Abbey of Saint Cros, near Castillon.

Now, I instructed the local police

to make enquiries,

but they reported nothing suspicious.

Nothing suspicious?

Brossard is a murderer,

who, believe it or not,
gets a presidential pardon.

How?

Through the Church.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Well, the Church may have helped,

but someone else was behind the pardon.

Someone high up,

honored,

respectable.

An old man now.

- So?
- So the old man

also has a past that needs to be hidden.

Someone still alive is responsible

for sending French Jews to their deaths.

But after the war,
he slipped through the net,

straight back into government,

and since then, has been operating

at the highest level.

So who is he?

I don't know,

but we find Brossard, we find the old man.

Who's that woman?

A friend.

She's been staring at you throughout lunch.

Well, it's the first time
she's seen me in uniform.

God, I've got to go.
I've got a meeting at three.

You get the bill.

- Yes?
- Michael.

Third floor.

Give him the statement.

This must be found on the body.

You'll forget this address,
and this meeting.

You'll never mention it, ever.

No problem.

It's in a just cause.

Monsieur Pierre.

I have an appointment.

Shut up!

Commissaire.

Did you receive your envelope?

Yes, thank you.

So why did you come here?

I was followed today.

A man tried to kill me.

I had to...

Defend...

Defend myself.

I shot him.

You shot him?

Yes.

I put him back in his car.

It's at the bottom of a ravine
near the Abbey de Saint Cros.

I found these.

Looks genuine.

I'll keep it, and make a proper check.

I spotted him yesterday
as I was leaving the bar.

They seem to know every move I make.

Who are they?

I don't know.

Don't know.

They could be Jewish activists,

or relatives.

I'll look into it.

How would they know

there was a letter for me at the bar?

Nobody knew that,

not even my friends in the Church.

Well...

Well, you were...

You were staying at Saint Cros?

Yes.

Does the Abbot

or anyone else know about this?

No, no.

Good. Good.

Well, keep it that way.

- Yes, Commissaire.
- Don't call me Commissaire!

I'm retired.

I'm a wine grower now.

So...

Where will you go?

Aix.

The Priory of Saint Christopher.

Saint Christopher is my patron saint.

Are they expecting you?

No, but I'm always welcome.

The Prior is a very good
friend of the Chevaliers.

Ah.

Write down the address.

You and your Chevaliers.

Be careful.

You're losing friends.

I know.

Coffee, Henri?

In a moment.

My guest is just leaving.

It was self-defense.

I had no choice.

There was nothing else I could do.

I know.

I'll confess tomorrow.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

I'll go to Caunes now,

and see Father Le Moyne.

Saint Christopher.

They saw me.

They knew.

Can they point me out? Can...

Can anyone say,

'That's Brossard?'

Look at me!

Get him up! Get him up!

He sent us to our graves.

Oh, God.

I'm having a heart attack.

Saint Christopher,

intercede for me.

Don't panic.

Don't panic.

All right! All right!

Fourth one down on the left is, uh...

Maurice Livi.

Is there any relation?

Livi's a common name.

Yeah.

Unless the whole truth is
brought out into the open,

the dead will never rest easy.

And neither will you.

Do the Chevaliers de Sainte-Marie

mean anything to you?

Because they keep being mentioned.

Yeah. I've come across them too.

- Show me. Where?
- Yeah.

Monsignor Maurice Le Moyne.

Apparently, he's a Chevalier.

He lives in a home

for retired clergy at...

At Caunes.

You know, I can't believe

the Cardinal of Lyon has
given us all this information.

The Church is implicated on every page.

Come.

Thanks.

There's been another intercept.

They're sending a second man
to kill Brossard.

That's good.

Why good?

It means the first one failed.

Have your people been able
to trace the source?

No, but the group seems
to know his movements.

Someone must be tipping them off.

Did they say where he is?

No, but they're sure to be sending him

to where Brossard is hiding.

That means we haven't much time.

I'm going to go and see
an old Jesuit friend of mine.

I'm going to visit a retired priest.

In Caunes.

- Pierre?
- Yes, Father.

Why are you here?

I had to come.

I have to confess.

What's happened?

I've killed a man.

- Who?
- A Jew.

He was sent to kill me.

Absolve me, Father.

I didn't mean to do it.

It was self-defense.

I swear, I swear.

How did you know it was a Jew?

I have proof.

There's...

There's a statement that says,

for the events in Dombey,

they mean to execute me.

- For Dombey...
- Shh. Pierre. Shh, shh.

If, as you say, you have proof,

- make it public.
- No. No.

The people will see

that the Jews are persecuting you.

This may be the perfect moment
for you to come forward

and give yourself up.

Never. I don't want to be
locked up in a cell

for the rest of my life.

Just give me absolution, Father.

God's pardon is all that matters to me.

God will forgive you.

And I know

that you are truly penitent.

I will give you absolution.

Amen.

Thank you, Father.

Thank you.

I got a message this morning
from a Colonel Roux.

He wants to see me.

This must be concerning you.

Of course it's concerning me.

They're everywhere.

I'll leave now. Pray for me, Father.

Pierre, where will you go?

Pray that we meet again.

In this world.

Anne Marie.

Patrice.

My dear, it has been too long.

You haven't changed a bit.

You look the same as when we were students.

You fool, that's 150 years ago.

Talk sense.

Shh.

Well, for all I know,

you might have had

a little nip and tuck under the gills.

You haven't changed either.

I'm so excited to see you again.

You know why I'm here?

It's all over the papers.

You're a celebrity now.

Pierre Brossard.

Why come to me?

I need help.

I've none to give.

I want to know how it's possible

for a man to survive
on the run for 40 years.

Shouldn't you be seeing
the Cardinal of Lyon?

Hasn't he set up a commission

- to investigate this man?
- Come on, Father. Talk to me.

Shh!

I have no idea, my sweet.

Then who or what

are the Chevaliers de Sainte-Marie?

The Church...

contrary to popular belief,

is not a monolithic organization.

True, the Pope is at the head of it all,

but the Dominicans,

Cistercians,

Benedictines,

Jesuits, et cetera, et cetera.

Each a law unto themselves.

And the Abbots, and Priors,

and Mothers Superior
have a great deal of autonomy

in their own monasteries.

Could they protect someone like Brossard?

I mean, could they help him
without asking permission?

Of course.

And what about the Chevaliers
de Sainte-Marie?

Where might they figure on your chart?

My dear, there are hundreds,

thousands of Catholic groups,
societies, guilds,

call them what you will.

They're too insignificant
to figure on any chart.

Where can I find lists of their members?

I have no idea,

but I will make a guess about them.

They're rather right-wing.

No, really?

They believe the Pope isn't a Catholic.

What are you hiding?

I always thought you were
so interested in justice,

and fought for what was right.

'The truth,' you were always saying...

That is enough!

I'm a Jesuit priest,

a curator of a theological library.

Disappointing.

Anne Marie!

A monk died last year.

He bequeathed all his papers
to our library.

He left this

in one of his files.

It seems clear that he was a Chevalier.

Please,

keep my name out of all this.

God bless you, Anne Marie.

And don't leave it another 150 years.

Colonel.

Thank you.

Monsignor.

Colonel Roux. Oh, dear.

In full dress uniform.

This is obviously going to be very serious.

Yes.

I'm afraid it is.

I'm heading a new investigation

into the case of Pierre Brossard.

Yes, yes, of course.

And you've come to question me.

They all come to question me.

When did you last see Brossard?

Oh...

About two hours ago.

You've just missed him.

Brossard,

like many young men of his generation,

made a serious mistake.

But I also believe

he acted in good faith.

In good faith, you understand?

So even if I could help you,

I would refuse to do so.

Do you want to play?

Of course I want to play.

Hmm.

Now, this man

is accused of killing

seven Jews in Dombey.

Not proven.

And of stealing property.

Jewish property.

That's proven.

Colonel, you know as well as I do

that the requisitioning of Jewish property

was routine under Vichy during the war.

Brossard was merely carrying out orders.

And, Monsignor,

some of the money and property

he requisitioned found its way
into his own pocket.

That's not the work of a soldier.

That's a good shot.

It's the work of a thief.

Brossard was pardoned

by the President of the Republic,

and this new charge against him,

this crimes against humanity law,

is simply another way to persecute him.

You're too young to remember...

Is he on the run?

Not now, Father, thank you.

We're having a private conversation.

Is he confessing?

Don't worry.

The Monsignor will give you absolution.

That's what he does.

He gives absolution to people on the run.

It's nearly dinner time, Leo.

Better go, then,

before they eat all the crème caramel.

Monsignor,

when you have a moment,

give me absolution too.

I'm on the run,

and I haven't much time.

Dear man.

Not well.

But then, we're all
a little senile in this house.

Not you, Monsignor.

You said I was too young
to remember something.

What?

During the occupation by the Nazis,

the Resistance was led by the Communists.

They wanted to deliver this country

into the hand of Joseph Stalin.

No wonder Brossard opposed them.

The Communists are antichrists, Colonel.

And Brossard is a devout
and practicing Christian.

He's led a blameless life ever since.

Blameless.

Tell me about the Chevaliers
de Sainte-Marie.

Dinner.

We must stop now.

Are you a Chevalier?

Is Brossard?

Pronto?

It's Maurice Le Moyne.

Yes?

I have to get in touch with our friend.

Why?

A Colonel Roux.

He came to see me.

He asked me about us.

About us?

The Chevaliers.

So...

what do you want?

I thought you might be able to help him

get out of France.

Hmm.

I mean, if our friend is
caught, everything will...

Come out.

He's been charged
with crimes against humanity.

We can't be involved.

- Yes?
- Colonel? Livi.

Turn on your television.

Police report the discovery of a body...

- What?
- Turn on your television now.

Channel Two.

Who is speaking to Inspector Cholet,

who is leading the investigation

of this mysterious incident.

We're treating this death as suspicious.

The road leads to the Abbey.

That's all there is.
The Abbey of Saint Cros.

So he was either coming or going.

Who was he? Was he a tourist?

We haven't been able to examine the body,

but we'll lift the car
first thing tomorrow morning.

And in sports...

He was shot three times.

Twice in the chest,

and once at the base of the skull,

like a coup de grace.

Have you talked to the Abbey yet?

My sergeant did.

They haven't had any visitors recently,

and they weren't expecting anyone.

What was his nationality?

Hard to tell.

So far we've found no money, no papers,

no identification, nothing.

Well, not quite nothing.

Could he just have been a tourist

who was shot and robbed?

Could be, but if he was,

- the killer missed something.
- What?

This gun.

Silencer. It's been worked on.

Serial numbers removed.

Doesn't seem quite like a tourist, does it?

How long's he been dead?

A week.

Ten days.

Keep me informed.

Use the private number.

I want to keep this confidential.

Understood.

Yes?

Judge Livi, Minister.

Mmm.

Anne Marie.

Minister.

This is a private meeting,

so you can call me Armand,

or, as your dear father used to insist,

Uncle Armand...

which I prefer.

I don't want you to be obsequious,

but a little respect never comes amiss,

especially to an old family friend.

Well, this is all very mysterious.

Summoned by a Minister.

No officials. Just the two of us.

What's it all about?

I'm very proud of you, Anne Marie.

You've done it all on your own,

no help from anyone.

And you're looking wonderful.

You haven't changed.

Come on, Uncle Armand.

You didn't invite me here for small talk.

I'm a very busy woman, you know.

Yes, I know.

And that is one of the reasons
why I wanted to see you.

I wanted to congratulate you

on getting the Brossard case.

Any other reasons?

No, you haven't changed, have you?

Never any time for pleasantries.

When you were a little girl
and I came to visit,

before you greeted me, you'd say,

'Where's my present?'

Well, I haven't changed.

Where's my present?

And are you still so obstinate?

Yes.

Where's my present?

You may not like it.

It comes in the form of

advice.

Ah.

The Brossard case is
a great opportunity for you.

What one might call a splendid career move.

High profile,

media interest,

and a truly just cause.

I don't like the sound of this.

I'm talking to you

as an old family friend,

not as a member of the government.

Please believe that.

But I think you may have been
handed a poisoned chalice,

and I always say that the best thing to do

when you're handed a poisoned chalice

is to hand it back.

And what's that mean?

When the law and politics collide,

the law will always come off worst.

And what about when
justice and politics collide?

The same.

Only more so.

Listen to me, Anne Marie.

You will be caught in a web.

And who's the spider?

You will be destroyed,

Anne Marie.

Mercilessly.

I'll risk it.

I've warned you.

- Warned me?
- Yes.

Take it seriously, Anne Marie.

There are people out there

who don't want you to find Brossard.

And who are they, Uncle?

I 'll tell you what I' m going to do.

- I'm going to put that...
- Shh.

I'm going to put
that photograph on the front

of every newspaper in the country.

I'm gonna put it on television
every hour of the day.

I don't think you should do that.

- Why not?
- If he knows his cover's blown,

he'll go deeper underground.

Leave the country. We'd lose him forever.

I disagree. This will flush
him out into the open.

What about his friends?

Oh, his friends. To hell with his friends.

- I want him to lead us...
- To the old man.

Yes, to the old man.

The Minister should never have warned me.

That warning was proof that he exists,

and he's manipulating Brossard, I know it.

Someone wants that Jewish commando

to silence him.

I'm going public.

- It's your decision.
- Yes, it is.

And it's the wrong one.

You're going to lose him.

Get me the Press Office.

Good morning.

Is Father Abbot here?

Ah, Pierre. How are you?

I can't complain.

And you, Father Abbot?

How have you been?

I'm well, thank you.

You've been moving around, I hear.

As usual, yes.

Yes, you've been in Castillon.

I heard from Dom Vladimir.

He wanted to know if I'd seen you.

Now why would he want
to know that, Father Abbot?

He wanted me to warn you.

He was very worried,

because a body has been
discovered in the ravine,

near the Abbey.

It's been on TV.

But why would that have
anything to do with me?

Well, I don't know.

Dom Vladimir thought...

Well, he wondered if perhaps
there was any connection.

With me?

Dom Vladimir's been reading
too many detective stories.

Have you seen the newspapers?

No.

This is our local paper.

Pierre,

I have received

a directive from the Cardinal of Lyon.

He has instructed us

not to help you in any way.

And my monthly payments?

I'm sorry.

I cannot even offer you a bed.

Not tonight.

Not ever again.

I'll see you out.

But... But my medicine.

I need medicine.

For my heart.

We'll pass by the dispensary,

and then you must go.

God be with you, Pierre.

A beer, please.

Voila.

Thank you.

Municipal car park.

But it 's only two minutes' walk.

Drive. Quickly.

I want it cleared up by the end of the day.

- Yes?
- I've lost him.

Shit.

Where are you?

I'm in a bar.

Go back to the hotel, and stay there.

Use room service only.

I'll contact you.

I'm getting too old for this.

It's nothing to do with age.

I'm sick of it too.

He thinks if he gets us
to do a room in 12 minutes,

he can go back to the big Americans,

and tell them he only needs
16 chambermaids instead of 22.

Well, that's what Yvette thinks,

and I agree with her.

Yvette's a Communist.

Even if it kills us,

we'd better do a room in 12 minutes.

Otherwise, they'll bring in the Algerians.

Oh, here's my stop. See you tomorrow.

Bye.

Hey, you dropped something.

Oh, my God.

Bobi 's beefsteak. He' d never forgive me.

- Thanks.
- Bye.

Bye.

Bobi, I'm here.

Mama's home.

Hello, Nicole.

Where's Bobi?

I shut him in the kitchen.

You bastard.

Bobi, come here.

Come here.

Mama's home.

I've got something nice for you.

Yes.

And I have something nice for you.

Where'd you get that?

I don't want your money.

I want you to leave.

How the hell did you get in, anyway?

I had a key made the last time I was here.

- Give it to me.
- No.

I'll change the lock.

No, you won 't. You' re my wife.

I have a right to be here.

In the eyes of God...

In the eyes of God, bullshit.

I'm only your wife in the eyes of God

when you want something.

You haven't changed.

May God forgive you.

He may forgive me,

but he won't forgive you.

I know you inside out.

You betray everything.
You betray everybody.

Shut up. Shut up.

No, I won't shut up.

You don't like to remember...

but I remember.

When he joined the Resistance,

Jacques was only 19.

Do you pray for him?

Do you pray for his soul?

You betrayed him to save yourself.

- They tortured me.
- Another lie.

You couldn't wait to tell them
where he was hiding,

And do you remember your promise?

'I' ll look after

your little brother,' you said.

You looked after him, all right,

didn't you?

I'm warning you, Nicole.

I'm not afraid of you.

You, and your priests, and your faith.

How do you know what my faith means to me?

Do you know how hard it is for me?

I can't even to go to Mass
in case someone recognizes me.

You don 't go to Mass because you can' t bear

black people kneeling beside you,

and you can't bear it
when the priest faces you

and doesn't mumble in Latin.

Left-wing priests have ruined our religion,

but you don't care,

because you've never had an ounce of faith.

I confess. I confess.

You confess lies.

That's what you confess.

There, there, there.

Nicole, darling...

let's not fight.

I mean, it's only a few days.

Nobody in the whole world

knows that I am here.

What about your picture?

It was in the paper.

Why don't you go out

and buy us a nice dinner,

and a good bottle of wine.

Do as you're told,

and you'll be happy.

I'll never be happy.

Not while you're alive.

That's a terrible thing to say.

Bobi 's worn well, hasn' t he?

What's Bobi got to do with it?

How old is he now, hmm?

How long ago did I give him to you?

When was it?

Fifteen, 16 years?

Yeah.

It was the only kindness
you ever showed me.

A dog, it was the only thing you wanted.

Remember?

You were such a pretty, little thing.

'A little dog to keep me
company when you're not here,

so I won 't be lonely.'

I never said that.

You make it all up.

And after I gave you the dog...

and we both decided...

to call him Bobi...

you thanked me.

Do you remember

how you thanked me, Nicole?

My God, you were passionate.

Loving.

Why do you go on about Bobi?

You're up to something.

I always know when you're up to something.

No. No, no.

It's, uh...

Just that we, um...

We both want Bobi

to die of old age.

- Don't we?
- You leave him alone.

Do you hear me?

You leave him alone.

It's up to you

whether I leave him alone or not.

You do as you're told,

and no harm will come to him.

Judge Livi.

Colonel.

Please be seated.

Allow me to introduce
the Chairman of my commission,

Professor Valentin.

I'm very pleased to meet you, Professor.

I want to thank you
for the material you sent us.

Very helpful.

Thank you.

I must tell you that I've
given instructions

that no priest, Abbot, or Prior is

to give shelter to Pierre Brossard.

Not now,

never again.

And do you believe that
your instructions are

being obeyed, Your Eminence?

I believe they are.

With all due respect, Your Eminence,

we very much doubt it.

Why?

Because he's nowhere to be found.

So he must be hiding somewhere,

or is being hidden.

May I, Your Eminence?

We know about the dreadful business

near the Abbey of Saint Cros...

and the Abbot, Dom Vladimir,

while admitting that Brossard
was staying there

during the relevant period,

flatly denies that either he
or any of his monks

know anything about the murder
of the Jewish...

Tourist.

I asked His Eminence
if he would speak directly

to Dom Vladimir to ask him if he
knew where Brossard might be.

He said he didn't know.

And you believe him?

Yes, of course.

He also said he called Dom Andre,

the principal of a Jesuit school in Aix,

to warn him of what happened.

Dom Andre said that Brossard
indeed had turned up,

but had been sent away.

Sent where?

To another house, I assume.

There are other places
that Brossard has stayed.

I want to know where.

We need the names of everyone

who's ever sheltered Brossard.

All of them.

And the dates.

I have two duties in this matter.

To make sure the Church is not perceived

as an institution which protects

those charged with abusing human rights.

My other duty is to find out
who has been sheltering him,

and to put a stop to it.

When I judge the time is right,

you will have all
the information you require.

Not good enough.

Your Eminence.

It 's all you' re going to get.

Withholding information
is a criminal offense.

Obstruction of justice.

Then arrest me.

Thank you so much for coming, Colonel.

And thank you too,
Professor, for attending.

It's difficult for him.

He's one of the new breed.
He needs to tread carefully.

Well, we don't.

He was angry when he found out
I'd given you those files.

You said something about the other houses.

- Oh, did I?
- Come on, Professor.

You're not a priest.
You have nothing to lose.

Give us the list.

Take my advice.

Go and speak to the Abbot of Saint Cros,

Dom Vladimir.

He knows more than he's letting on.

And the Chevaliers de Sainte-Marie?

What about them?

Yes, they saw me.

They saw me.

They saw my face. Yes.

They saw me.

Pierre, wake up.

They saw me. They saw me!

They saw my face.

They saw... They saw...

It 's all right. It' s all right.

Come here. Shh.

Come here. Shh.

It's all right.

Yes?

Sir, Monsieur Pierre.

Where are you?

Look, I must know where to find you.

You need money, don't you?

I want a passport.

How can I get you a passport
if I don't know where you are?

Um... I...

I have some friends
in the Abbey near Frejus.

The Abbot is a Chevalier.

If anything goes wrong,

I will contact you.

Yeah, do that.

- Yes?
- Hello.

It's me, Vionnet.

He's made contact.

Good.

Where is he now?

I'm not absolutely sure.

You're not sure?

Well, I know where he's going.

An abbey near Frejus.

Then send his payment to the usual place.

Pochon will take care of the rest.

Right.

To the best fish stew in France.

She only makes her bourride one day a week,

and this is the day.

You've struck lucky.

Inspector, we haven't much time.

One has to eat.

But we have to work.

Well, one can work and eat.

I'm told the Americans do it on the run.

Disgusting.

So, Pierre Brossard.

One, who would want to kill him?

You mentioned a Jewish group.

The relatives of some
of the victims, perhaps?

- Perhaps.
- So, two.

If the body we found was that
of the would-be assassin,

and if Brossard killed him, to be generous,

let's say in self-defense,

then why would he take
his money and his papers?

To make it look like
a simple murder or robbery,

so no one would connect him.

Possible.

But then why leave a revolver

fitted with a silencer?

Mmm.

My God, that smell is driving me crazy.

Inspector, forgive me,

but what is this all leading up to?

The car was rented by one David Manenbaum,

Canadian driving license.

So one would be forgiven
for thinking he was a relative

of one of the Jewish
victims of Dombey, hmm.

But...

But...

he wasn't a Jew.

How do you know?

Not circumcised.

You're sure?

Judge, forgive me for being indelicate,

but I attended the autopsy,
and I am able to tell

whether or not a man is circumcised.

We took a set of his prints,

sent them to the Prefecture in Paris.

There's no record of them on any files,

not those of the Canadian Mounted Police,

the FBI, or Interpol.

No record at all?

Ah, look at that. The fish today is turbot.

Yes?

You got a pen?

Yes.

Just outside Frejus.

A monastery on the Haute Corniche.

If you miss him there,

he'll be collecting his envelope

from Bar Mathieu on the Rue Obscure.

- You got that?
- Yeah, yeah.

The subject will arrive tomorrow,

coming from Aix.

And change your car. He'll recognize it.

- In the same name?
- Yes.

Remember, the Statement
must be found on the body.

No problem.

That's what you said before
you screwed up the last time.

How long do you think the drive back

is going to take us?

I don't know.

It depends on whether we stop or not.

I work alone. Right?

- Who was that?
- I don't know.

Shit!

I was wrong.

I want to apologize

for publishing that photograph.

It's made life difficult.

Mmm.

I'm too impulsive.

Probably.

No, I am. I mean, it's a problem I have.

I'm too quick.

I get so impatient.

Are you listening to me?

This guy, Manenbaum,

what was he, about 40?

He didn't seem to have a record.

What does that mean?

Well, it 's... It' s not possible

that there's no trace anywhere in the world

of a 40 year-old professional killer.

So, what are you saying?

I don't really know
at the moment, but, um...

Maybe there is no Jewish commando.

I don't know.

Oh, God.

If only I could go far, far away.

If I had the money,

I could rent one of those boats,

just disappear.

I could go somewhere
I've never been before.

No.

The Church is my only refuge.

My only hiding place.

I must go on.

I have to go on.

I know now

how much I miss you.

You are the only one

who cares for me.

For that,

I thank you.

We are one

in the eyes of God.

Now and forever.

Love, Pierre.

Mother of God, protect me, save me.

I will go to Mass every day.

I must be in a state of grace at all times.

I'm old.

My time is short.

Get out of the way.

Get out.

Colonel Roux. Judge Livi.
What can I do for you?

We're investigating Pierre Brossard.

He was staying here last month.

May I ask how you obtained
this information?

That's confidential.

So are the affairs of this abbey.

Please.

Pierre Brossard, your friend,
is in great danger.

If we don 't find him, he' ll be executed.

You understand that, Father Abbot?

Executed? By whom?

By the same group who tried
to get him the first time.

One of them was lying dead in your ravine.

You think that man was
murdered by Brossard?

Yes, we do.

Is Brossard a Chevalier de Sainte-Marie?

Yes.

Are you?

No.

What part do the Chevaliers
play in all this?

They help him.

Financially?

Each time he's visited us,

there's been a letter for him
containing a money order

for 3,000 francs.

That doesn't sound like very much.

Is that all he lives on?

No. Other people send him money too.

Who?

I don't know.

Which of the houses
is likely to shelter him?

There's only one I know of

where the Abbot is a Chevalier.

Mm-hmm. Where's that?

Saint Michel, in Frejus.

- Colonel.
- How are you?

Captain.

This is the best I could do
at such short notice.

The moment I received your call...

It's fine, Captain.

Toilet's in the passage.

No one knows we're here, right?

- Only me.
- Keep it that way.

There may be people asking questions.

Don't answer them.

I need a team of your best men,

but they should only be told
at the last moment.

What progress have you made?

The monks say their
morning prayers at 6 a.m.

We need to be there before that.

First light.

Captain, I need a favor.

Brossard was being held by the police

when he escaped custody
at the end of the war.

I want to know
who was in charge of his case.

Can you find out?

I can try.

But discretely, huh?

I'll do my best.

Colonel.

So, Colonel, we finally
get to sleep together.

I never thought you'd ask.

Was there a letter for me, Father?

No.

The Cardinal has instructed
that no one is to shelter you.

Our enemies are closing in on me.

I need friends now more than ever before.

You may stay here tonight,

in the gardener's cottage.

But tomorrow you must go.

Thank you for your charity, Father Joseph.

And God bless you, Pierre.

Oh, shit.

Gendarme National.

Open up.

Who's in charge here?

I am the Abbot.

We have a search warrant
for these premises.

Looking for Pierre Brossard.

Is he here?

Is he here, Father?

This is a religious house.

The laws of asylum forbid me
to answer your question...

That search warrant is a legal document.

It has nothing whatever to do
with the right of asylum.

I must ask you not to enter
the monks' quarters.

Women are not allowed.

Don't use the phone, Father.

No one is to use the phone.

Check the grounds.

Hey, Mr. Pierre.

You don't have to worry, Mr. Pierre.

We saw your photo in the papers,

but you're safe here with us.

Is there a letter for me?

No, not yet.

- The mail hasn't arrived.
- Oh.

So, what'll you have?

- A beer, please.
- Okay.

- Max.
- Yeah?

I have to make a call. Let me have a jeton?

Sure.

- There we go.
- Thank you.

- It's, uh, me, sir.
- Where are you?

I'm in Frejus, waiting for the letter.

It's not here.

We sent it.

It'll be there.

- I've got to go.
- Go? Go where?

They're searching for me.

The army.

Where will you go? Look, I need to know.

Where's my passport?

I'm working on it.

Remember, we 're... We' re protecting you.

We're paying you. Stop worrying. Relax.

It'll be all right.

- If it's true.
- Oh, it's true.

Of course it's true.

You'll be all right.

I haven't had breakfast, Max.

Could I get a ham baguette, please?

Certainly.

Clotilde.

Baguette with ham for Monsieur Pierre.

Monsieur Pierre! Nice to see you again.

It's been too long.

Wouldn't you prefer one of my pan bagnats?

Oh, Madame, is it possible?

Of course, it's possible.

- Max.
- Yes.

Can anybody get out through the back way?

Certainly not. I'd be robbed blind.

- Max.
- Yes?

Give me a jeton.

I have to make another call.

Thank you.

You're not doing anything.

Will you be long?

Max, I was on the phone,

and the guy in the toilet
just shot himself!

One pan bagnat.

Call an ambulance!

This is obviously his stuff.

His name's all over it.

Tell us where he is.

I don't know.

What do you mean, you don't know?

Stop protecting him.

Colonel, there's a message from Frejus.

About Brossard. It's urgent.

Bring everything.

Well, actually,
he was a sort of regular, sir.

Old. Retired.

Name of Pouliou.

A cheapskate.

- We didn't like him.
- No, we didn't like him.

Not at all.

And each time he came, did he
collect an envelope like this?

Yes, he did.

Was it always from Paris?

Yes.

What about the man he killed?

- Never seen him before.
- No, never seen him before.

Just came in, ordered a beer,

and went straight to the toilet.

Colonel, we found this on the body.

You can handle it. We've lifted the prints.

You are welcome, and God bless you.

Thank you, Father.

Thank you for meeting me.

It's always like coming home.

Pierre.

God is good.

I want you to know, Pierre,

that we pray for you

every night.

I had no choice.

Of course you didn't.

They're forcing me.

I don't want to kill, Father Prior.

All I want is absolution.

I want to die in a state of grace.

I am truly repentant.

I'm so frightened.

So alone.

You are not alone.

You are one of us.

I love France, Father Prior.

I love my country.

If you are forced into exile,

we will help.

We are all in God's hands.

Amen.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Well, we've lost him.

Christ almighty!

All we get is lies.

Disrespect.

Shit! Shit!

Sorry.

Okay.

Okay.

He hasn't got the money.

Where would he go? What would he do?

1944.

The year of the Dombey massacre.

Why's he kept this?

A Milice captain.

Who's he?

Where is he now?

Edith Grossard was appointed

to breathe new life
into the Socialist Party.

Now she has been sacrificed

to save its faltering fortune.

President Francois Mitterand
was under intense pressure

to do something to stop the hemorrhaging

after the Socialists' disastrous showing

in recent regional elections...

Inspector Pochon, sir.

I am not pleased.

I understand, sir. Let me explain.

What?

Explain what?

Sending two incompetents

to perform an action which would seem to me

to be relatively simple?

Brossard, as we know, is very cunning.

If this Colonel Roux finds him first,

they'll do a deal.

Brossard will talk.

He'll have no problem about betraying me,

or you, Pochon.

We're doing all we can, sir.

Do more.

You've lost control.

The Commissaire hopes to contact him

by tomorrow morning.

But if we don't know exactly where he is,

neither does Colonel Roux.

Have you ever dealt directly with Brossard?

I first worked with him

when you, sir, were Prefect of Police.

Have you personally kept in
touch with him since then?

I last talked with him
about five years ago.

Face to face?

Yes.

So he knows you.

Yes, sir.

Then he'll trust you.

Yes?

It's me.

We've got your passport.
Where do you want to go?

Bolivia.

The Vatican might help.

No, you'll get no help from Rome.

We'll do it all.

You remember Inspector Pochon?

Pochon?

Oh, yes, yes.

You sent him to see me a couple of times.

I'm sending him again.

He'll call you to make arrangements.

You'll meet,

and he'll hand over the passport

and the travel documents.

Tell no one.

- Now...
- Yes, sir.

Where can he reach you?

Nice.

Nine, three.

Eight, eight.

Two, four.

Nine, seven.

He'll call the moment he arrives.

Come.

It's for her.

Wake her up.

Judge?

The information you wanted.

The man in charge
of Brossard's case in 1945.

Name of Vionnet. Commissaire Vionnet.

Now a wine grower near Avignon.

This is all I could get on him.

Can you put a tap on his phone?

Not without the Minister.

Not even you, Judge.

Pick him up.

Right.

Wait a minute.

I haven't cracked this,
but I might have something.

These codes, I think,

are to do with the payments
Brossard receives

at certain months throughout the year.

And we know, for example,

he visited Saint Cros in April, right?

Saint Christophe he tried,
but was turned away.

These others I think we can discount.

The journals seem to say
that they're winter visits,

which just leaves these three.

And only one's a Chevalier.

The next one is Saint Donat.

Saint Donat?

Nice.

It's just up ahead.

Hello?

- Monsieur Pierre here.
- Hello, Pierre.

Do you know who's speaking?

Yes.

You remember me?

Yes. Very well.

- Are you all right?
- Oh, I'm...

I'm a little out of breath.

It's the stairs here.

Just relax. Everything's going to be fine.

Do you have much luggage?

None. I left it all in Frejus.

Good. That simplifies things.

I'm going to give you an address.

- Have you got a pen?
- Uh, yes.

Ready.

Cafe Le Canotier.

On Rue Moustier.

Take a taxi,

then I'll drive you to a safe house.

We'll keep you there until the arrangements

- have been finalized.
- What arrangements?

To get you out of France
as quickly as possible.

Go where?

I mean, what country?

I've got your passport.

Just tell your clerical friends

that you're leaving tonight.
Nothing else, you understand?

- I understand.
- Good.

I'll expect you at the cafe
around 10 o'clock.

And don 't worry. We' ll take care of you.

You'll be safe.

Cafe Le Canotier.

Ten o'clock, right?

That's right.

Thank you, beloved Saint Christopher,

for interceding on my behalf.

Go.

We're in position.

Hurry.

Come on. We're almost there.

Come with me.

Come on. That's it.

You'll have to crawl across.

Our janitor lives next door.

There's a back way from his building.

People think it 's blocked up, but it' s not.

- Now, come on.
- Okay.

Give me a second.

You'll be safe.

Bless you, Pierre.

That door.

Keep down. Hurry!

Thank you.

I have to stay here for a while.

Where, Vionnet?

Where is he?

If I, uh...

If I tell you,

will you promise to let the Judge and...

And the Colonel know that I helped?

That the information came from me?

Where is he?

There we are. This way.

- Good luck.
- Pray for me.

What time is it?

Ten o'clock.

Cafe Le Canotier.

Nice.

You will tell them
that I helped, won't you?

Thank you.

I don't know how I got away.

It was God's intervention.

I saw them in the street.

I managed to escape, just in time.

Easy, easy.

I'll take you to the safe house.

Thank you.

Quebec?

Canada. That's good.

They speak French there, don't they?

Some of them do, yes.

You see? Everything's taken care of.

You leave in the morning.

You change planes at Amsterdam.

Nothing to worry about.

My car's parked out the back.

Come on. Let's go.

Inspector, will I still get
my monthly payments?

Of course.

That's the deal.

May God forgive me.

Go!

Call an ambulance!

This man is Pierre Brossard.

He has been executed
for being a Nazi collaborator,

and for murdering seven Jews in June, 1944.

He was condemned to death,
but for 44 years,

the Catholic Church has been guilty

of hiding him from justice.

Now his victims are avenged.

The case is closed.

- Uncle Armand.
- Anne Marie!

This is for you.

I have one, thank you.

This is the poisoned one.

I'm handing it back.

Clever how you invented the Jewish group.

You think you're safe now Brossard is dead?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Strange, since your close friend,

inspector Pochon, downstairs,
said you knew him.