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Missak Manouchian.

Died for France.

Joseph Boczov.

Died for France.

- Olga Bancic. - Died for France.

- Thomas Elek. - Died for France.

- Emeric Glasz. - Died for France.

- Maurice Fingercwajg. - Died for France.

- Jonas Geduldig. - Died for France.

- L�on Goldberg. - Died for France.

- Szlama Grzywacz. - Died for France.

Stanislas Kubacki.

Died for France.

- Marcel Rayman. - Died for France.

- Willy Szapiro. - Died for France.

- Wolf Wasjbrot. - Died for France.

- Robert Witchitz. - Died for France.

- Roger Rouxel. - Died for France.

- Arpente Avitian. - Died for France.

- Georges Cloarec. - Died for France.

- Spartaco Fontano. - Died for France.

- Rino Della Negra. - Died for France.

- Cesare Luccarini. - Died for France.

- Alfonso Celebatano. - Died for France.

THE ARMY OF CRIME

- Antonio Salvadori. - Died for France.

Think there's a bomb in the pram?

You're thinking of Dolores?

Yes. She's with her father.

You see, Petra was right to split us up.

Remember, your daughter will never know war.

You'll miss your train, Mrs Bancic.

Dolores isn't Romanian.

No, a Spanish War heroine.

Hurry up! We're going to be late.

Where's Alexandre?

Out by the stable.

Mummy will be back soon, dear.

Alexandre!

We'll miss our train.

Will we see her again one day?

Don't say that!

Don't say it.

Yes!

I don't want you doing that here again. It's the last time.

We've done no harm.

Monique, spare me trouble with your parents.

As for you, Marcel...

You should be ashamed.

Sorry, Dad, but I'm not ashamed.

Shame is poisoning us all.

Enough of your fancy speeches!

Get to work.

I'll leave you all.

Come outside, Simon.

- His deliveries... - We'll go together.

- You should tell Marcel. - What?

About that green paper from the police.

What green paper?

I know what you'll say.

What's going on?

He's been summoned to assess his situation.

Don't go!

Don't shout! I'll go and then I'll be in order.

- What if it's a trap? - You see traps everywhere.

They know my address. They can come any time.

- Where is it? - In my pocket.

Want to search me?

You all piss me off!

Krazu!

Krazu!

Krasucki!

Coming!

Erase that, you filthy Yid!

Then you can lick my boots, you ape.

Calm down!

- Where's Mum? - What's wrong?

Mum!

Thomas?

I was called a filthy Yid!

I'm not having that! I'll kill him next time!

Ignore provocation. Hold your head high.

Head high...

This is France. Nothing can happen to us here.

It's the land of human rights.

Besides, all our papers are in order.

Why am I circumcised?

It's more hygienic.

Don't worry.

Dad knows people at the city hall.

Paris-soir, ladies and gentlemen! Germany invades Russia!

The end of the German-Soviet pact!

German troops invade Russia! Get Paris-soir!

Germany is winning on all fronts

The police, Mrs Manouchian! Get away fast!

What's this?

What is it, scum?

They're pamphlets denouncing bastards.

What bastards?

Tell us, wop. Let's have a laugh!

What's going on?

My neighbour. Go, this doesn't concern you.

I want to know.

Want us to take you in too?

Let's go!

Move it!

"His eyes knew broad horizons

"He was used to mountains

"And had pierced the mystery of their grandeur

"The animals and birds, trees and flowers, plants and the earth

"Had taught him the secret of love"

Missak?

Come in.

What's wrong?

They took him to the Gestapo.

You can move in here.

Remember the day I nearly drowned?

I remember.

I must have had cramp.

You were all in the sun. We'd just had a picnic.

Missak jumped in fully dressed to save you.

We laughed so much that day...

We'll laugh together again.

It's my turn to save him now.

Thomas Elek.

- You were born in Budapest? - Yes, sir.

Mr Principal.

Yes, Mr Principal.

And... is your family Jewish?

I'm a Communist, Mr Principal.

- And your parents? - Their French is good.

I'm asking you what do they do.

Mother has a restaurant.

- And your father? - He reads all day.

The Talmud?

No, he prefers Dostoyevsky.

Do you know Dostoyevsky? "Crime and Punishment"...

All right. Reading isn't a trade.

What would you like to be later on?

A physicist, Mr Principal.

You're doing well in science subjects.

But you're spoiling everything.

Why keep drawing the communist emblem?

- To become a martyr? - Yes, Mr Principal.

Don't talk nonsense!

You have a bright future.

I'll be frank.

I despise the boy who insulted you

and condemn all political activity here. Is that clear?

This place is neutral!

No one can be neutral now.

Just make an effort.

We'll forget this matter.

But I know people will hold it against me.

Meaning they aren't neutral, Mr Principal.

Two kilos, please.

Listen to this...

"This film contains a host of kike mugs.

"The ghetto and its mass of filthy Jews,

"bearded, hairy and gesticulating,

"with their huge, lewd noses

"above their fleshy lips

"are replaced, via a cinematic ploy, with a host of rats

"that flood over the screen in a sickening tide..."

What's a cinematic ploy?

We'll never part, huh?

Say we'll never part!

Let go, you're hurting me!

I'm Dupont.

Yesterday's prisoners are at the fort in Romainville.

- Thank you. - What?

Do nothing. Wait for orders.

With Russia invaded, they'll pursue Communists here.

- You understand? - I understand.

Where are you staying?

At the Aznavourians' for now.

Bad. Very bad. You'll "indanger" them.

We must protect our comrades. Very bad. You understand?

M�lin�e...

We all love Manouchian.

For a long time.

What does that mean? That he's already dead?

Not here. The Jewish affairs office.

First floor, staircase F.

I'm here about my husband. He has been arrested.

Thank you.

That's her.

Inspector Mathelin. Come with me.

You know your husband's on file?

You want to end up in a camp too?

He's not here anymore.

He was moved to Cormeilles.

An old fort used by the Germans as a prison camp.

That's all I know.

Thank you.

I'm sorry,

but I have no choice.

Because of my colleagues. I have to play it safe.

M�lin�e!

Wait! Let's take a break!

- Aren't you thirsty? - No.

They'll never agree to this.

He has to eat to keep going.

Be careful.

Chow.

For my husband, Missak Manouchian.

You understand "chow"?

Madam, I understand above all that you're very brave

or completely mad.

Prisoner's wives never dare to come here.

I love my husband.

He's a lucky man then.

He's an important Armenian poet.

Intellectuals share the same cells.

The French police arrested them.

- As Communists. - Missak isn't political.

He has to prove it.

- What now? - We'll give it to your husband.

May I see him?

I'll say goodbye.

We're enemies, madam.

Comrades, finish the p�t�. I'm full.

Finish your share!

You must eat, Missak.

After roots and worms, you can do without a lot.

The Turks raided my village every day.

They would fire at random, just to kill Armenians.

So I fled with my brother Karapet.

We walked with no precise goal.

We should have died 100 times.

Then, one day, we woke in a Syrian orphanage.

Here, this is my big brother.

Well, this was him.

I couldn't utter a word.

Writing poems got me speaking again.

Two tenths faster!

Bravo, Rougemont!

You're making great progress!

- Two tenths isn't bad. - I don't realize.

Believe me, it's not bad.

I'll show you how to swim.

What's so funny?

Rougemont... I can't get used to it.

- It sounds like someone else. - It is.

You're ashamed of Rayman, of being Jewish?

- Shut up, silly. - I can't shut up.

- Let's go. - Have I upset you?

No, I have to fetch Simon.

Leave your brother be. You stifle him.

When he's with me, I know he's safe.

Go and get dressed.

Know why I love you?

You never know why.

I know.

Really?

You know everything.

Because you're a liar.

Do you really play harmonica in a band?

Who told you that?

People.

- You're a good musician... - What people?

Don't listen to what people say! They talk rubbish.

You're no fun.

Well?

Krazu!

Come on!

We're leaving?

Do you really play harmonica in a band?

I'm a good musician. But that password is six months old.

Monique just asked me that.

Monique?

If she knows, everyone does.

Be more serious, this isn't some damn game!

People of France!

Hoping for the victory of England and the USSR is not enough.

You must play an active role in it.

Hello, gentlemen. Sit down.

Mr Rott�e, congratulations on your nomination

as head of intelligence.

Prefect Bard called me to sing your praises.

We hold Admiral Bard in high esteem. He's very...

Energisch. What's the word in French?

Energetic.

Energetic!

Superintendent David, our nations are made to get along.

Prefect Bard

is stepping up the anti-communist effort.

Superintendent David will head the special unit.

Six lorries destroyed on Avenue Parmentier.

The attacks are increasingly frequent.

Attacks on garages, derailments... They even slash our lorries' tyres!

I know, Obersturmf�hrer.

Knowing is not enough! This requires action.

We've managed to keep it quiet until now.

We have the press under control.

You know our orders.

10 Communists shot for each German murdered.

You have to sign.

No, I won't sign it.

Stay alive to keep fighting for us.

I won't sign it, I said.

You look upset.

Dupont told me Hadj, Boitel and Pitard were shot two days ago.

Don't know them.

- They're in Manouche's cell. - Shit!

Hello, Cristina.

Hurry up, M�lin�e. I have my opera audition in an hour.

Workers, sabotage German production.

Each minute of work lost will save a life.

A faulty machine, a loose bolt,

or a pinhole in a can will hasten the German defeat.

I write to him every evening. We'd know if they'd shot him.

Dupont told me he was alive.

- Henri, are you listening? - Of course.

You're hiding something.

M�lin�e, if I knew anything at all,

you know I'd tell you.

Asshole...

Don't you find him cute?

Go ahead, tell him you want to have a Kraut!

Jealousy always makes men stupid.

- What's wrong? - Bad news.

They arrested all the Jews who came with the green paper.

Your father's interned in Beaune-la-Rolande.

- Where's that? - Near Orl�ans.

- A German camp? - No, French.

That's ok.

It's not. The gendarmes open fire on anyone who approaches.

There's barbed wire and...

What?

My contact says they'll be deported.

He doesn't know where but we won't see them again.

I'm sorry, Marcel.

What's wrong?

His father.

Henri. Henri Krasucki.

What did he say?

He wants us to play football.

Very pretty.

Tomorrow, you won't have a head, comrade.

- Where are you going? - To tell Mum to stop waiting!

Just wait for orders, ok. We'll avenge your father.

I know what I need to do.

Here we are in Beaune-la-Rolande.

The Jews seethe here in less space than in Pithiviers.

In the French countryside,

will they begin to sense what their race has always lacked,

a love of land and hard labour?

Unfortunately, one doubts that.

If they cannot understand the great and simple example

of France's granary,

of this land's rough and ready inhabitants,

at least they have rid Paris of their undesirable presence.

Mum!

What's this?

- How was your day? - What is it?

They came earlier, one in uniform.

- Germans? - No, Tommy, French. All young.

That has to go on the door to avoid trouble.

- Why did you obey? - To get peace.

That's all you talk about. But we're at war!

They'll be back, Thomas.

Fine, I'll be waiting. With a gun.

You're mad.

That's nothing new.

I say he's right.

Can I borrow Karl Marx?

"Das Kapital"? What for? It's a Gothic-script edition!

Thanks, Dad.

Thomas!

I'll have to scarper.

Stay nearby and hide, keep your eyes and ears open.

Watch everything.

Then go home and wait. When I get back,

tell me everything, every detail. You understand?

General B�la Kun!

Still no news, but you've taught me never to give up hope.

I know you're alive. That's the main thing.

In the meantime, I seal envelopes the way we did together.

My tongue is like a cheese-grater now!

A swollen one too!

Don't...

I'm too dirty.

You escaped?

No.

I signed a document declaring I'm not a Communist.

I heard about the others.

I'm ashamed that I'm still alive.

You've no idea how ashamed.

I love you.

I love you.

Sleep, my little orphan.

Thomas!

Been following me long?

Two weeks or so.

Ever since I realized you had something planned.

How did you know?

I went round to your hide.

I just blew up "Das Kapital" in that filthy bookshop!

- You're proud? - It's a fine gesture.

What if they'd checked your bag at the door?

- I took that risk. - Of being caught. And after?

- What? - Torture.

- I'll never talk. - Cut it out!

Petra is right. You're a danger for us all.

Listen carefully.

Go home now. I forbid you to return to your hide.

You hear me? I forbid it!

How are Charles' songs going?

He won another contest the other day.

The kid's bringing in money!

I'll cut some sausage. Rhymes with bridge.

Bad rhyme. Where's the "sausidge" from?

Laversine, a village west of Paris. I go for eggs every two weeks.

I got two rabbits this time.

Life is beautiful.

At first, they shot 10 of us for every German killed.

When I left the camp, it was 20.

They're making room for new arrivals.

It makes you think.

Think too much and you do nothing.

She's right.

- What will you do now? - Go mad soon.

I'm waiting for a signal. All day long.

Why sever all contact with you?

They've put me in quarantine.

It's fishy when you get out alive.

They think you're a rat or bait for the cops

who manage to break a lot of comrades.

Let's do that too.

Isn't Monique here?

She's at the grocer's. What do you want now?

- I have a book for her. - What book?

- "Les Mis�rables". - We're getting enough misery.

She doesn't need to read "Les Mis�rables"!

We always need to read. Henri Krasucki told me that.

That Commie?

Part of the bad company you keep!

Leave Monique alone!

She'll only end up in trouble!

I pity your poor mother...

Her husband arrested...

Deported...

And eliminated.

Don't say that. You don't really know.

They need workers in Germany.

Your father will be back one day.

Bravo, Olga!

Thomas, drink with us! Come on, Mrs Elek!

Six months ago to the day,

after escaping from the Argel�s camp,

I arrived here without a penny to my name.

I was starving

and, right away, you fed me, Mrs Elek.

And you said...

I'll always remember this...

"If you came to us, there's a reason.

"A good one no doubt, but none of my business."

And it still isn't now!

- Consider this your home. - To you and your family.

- A speech, Mrs Elek! - No...

A quick one.

No, I'm a good cook but a terrible speaker.

Mum! Go on!

Come on...

When we left Budapest to flee the Fascists,

we left many dear ones behind.

So it's natural

to create a new family. And our family is you.

With you, we keep warm.

With you, we don't need coal!

May I kiss you?

- May he? - Yes!

Mrs Elek!

And Mr Elek!

Tell us about Avenue Parmentier.

No, Tommy, please! We know it by heart!

So what? Come on!

Patriciu is right. Relating his exploits will make my poet senile.

Senile? Me? Never!

The boy should know.

Good evening, Petra.

- Are you well? - Yes.

Dupont was right.

You can be heard a mile away!

Come on, Petra. Have a drink with us.

You're totally reckless.

You came to lecture us?

Shut your mouth, Boczov! The fact you fought in Spain

doesn't make you smarter than us.

What do you mean exactly?

Stop committing isolated acts.

They're no use and put us all at risk.

What we want

is to form a real army with chiefs and soldiers who obey them.

I'm not against that.

Then you and Olga must part.

It isn't good, you two always being together.

Wasn't leaving Dolores in the country enough?

No, it's not enough. You mustn't be seen together.

Is that clear?

You can always find girls if you want to get laid!

My wife's a whore?

How can you say that about Olga? I'll kill you!

Stop!

When I carried grenades in Dolores' pram,

you all thought that was good.

I did it 20 times at least!

To thank us, you sent her away.

And we obeyed like dogs!

I was 16 when I married Alexandre!

Don't get divorced.

Just don't be seen together.

Know what a partisan fights for? He fights for life.

For life, against those fighting for death.

And Olga is my life.

And Dolores is my life.

Never forget that, Petra.

We kill people but we're on the side of life.

All right?

We're entrusting you with new responsibilities.

You've worked with Immigrant Labour. The Armenians trust you.

You're brave.

People must talk about the Resistance now.

We must demoralize the Germans and scare the collaborators.

We have to be organized like an army

with discipline and rules,

with orders and chiefs like you, you understand?

- Nothing to say? - Petra already lectured me.

What do you say?

I couldn't shoot a German soldier.

You can learn fast.

No, comrade.

I won't kill anyone. It's a matter of ethics.

Ethics? What the hell are ethics?

My personal code.

It's nothing to do with bravery or cowardice.

I don't understand.

We have a meeting on March 8th. Memorize the address and raze this.

Burn it, Dupont, you burn paper.

Think of your mother dying of hunger and grief in your arms!

Of your father. And of your big brother Karapet!

His lungs rotted away!

And you talk about ethics? Shame on you!

Leave my family out of this.

Refuse and we'll dump you and your wife.

You have until March 8th to decide. Ethics!

The Special Brigade's key targets

are foreign terrorists,

notably those of the Immigrant Labour Movement.

Any questions?

- Inspector David? - And the Jews?

Let's get this clear. Jews only concern us

if they commit terrorist acts like other foreigners,

Italians or Spaniards, refugees in France.

The question allows me

to stress something...

The close collaboration of our force with the German army

is our main asset. They're soldiers, we're policemen.

They don't know the streets or how to tail someone.

We must use that to lead the fight against Bolshevism!

Remember the Popular Front. It was a close call.

I would like you

to realize that our mission of repression

is a highly

patriotic mission.

- Hello, officer. - Madam...

I'm Mrs Boulin, janitor, 17, Rue Voltaire.

I'm not the type to disparage my tenants, inspector.

The gentleman pays his rent on time.

But the other day...

there was an odd smell at his door.

What kind of smell?

I don't know.

A smell like sulphur.

You're saying he's the devil?

Not at all.

But nip it in the bud, I say.

With all these wops

and all these attacks.

You're right, Mrs Boulin.

- What will you do? - We'll watch your building.

I don't want trouble.

Don't worry, the police protects true patriots.

Inspector Pujol, 11th district. Superintendent David, please.

Hello, Mr Forestier.

Have you seen? It's going to rain.

Goodbye.

Have a good day!

So that's the devil?

The comrades are expecting you.

- Am I late? - No, they're always early.

Sit down, Missak.

Were you followed?

Only by my shadow, but it doesn't scare me.

A bowl of chicory?

- Boczov isn't here? - Boczov isn't on the agenda.

That's a pity.

Let's not "squibble" about it.

- What's so funny? - Nothing. You're right.

Missak,

we asked you to form a combat unit.

Do you have any suggestions?

- I have a list. - On you? You're mad!

Just joking.

I know you like to joke

but these are serious matters.

Fine, I'll be serious too. The first name is Feri Boczov.

Are you provoking us?

Not at all, comrade.

It's common sense.

He's a proven fighter and is ready to join my group.

Next?

Young Thomas Elek. Boczov will supervise him.

- No. - Yes.

No! He's too foolhardy!

Petra's right, he has a partisan complex.

What's that?

He feels invulnerable and puts us all at risk.

I know Tommy well. He just wants to learn.

Just trust Boczov.

Fine. And the others?

Former members of the International Brigades.

It's good, they have experience. And young Armenian refugees too.

I already work with them. And the Italians.

Take Olga Bancic too.

You and your husband work separately.

All right.

And M�lin�e?

You aren't going to split us up. That's non-negotiable.

Take Marcel Rayman too. He'll teach you to shoot.

I don't need to know that to head a combat unit!

You're wrong, Missak.

You don't have to kill. Just learn to shoot.

- Comrade... - That's non-negotiable too.

Your little brother?

His name's Simon. Wait here.

I didn't ask you to bring him.

I asked him along.

You're late.

Metro trouble. Another German soldier was shot.

Anything to do with you?

I'm teaching you to shoot?

With you, P�tain will live to a ripe old age! Watch...

If you use one hand like a cowboy, your aim is wild.

And you tremble. A gun's heavy.

So use both hands, spread your legs, get stable,

extend your arms to the target

and you aim better.

Try it again.

Can I try?

Haven't you got a book to read?

Good, you're making progress.

And you?

- What about me? - Can you follow orders?

Talking about Simon?

I told Petra: I won't be parted from him.

If he's with me, he's safe.

I hear you swim. You're training for a competition, is that right?

The Seine championship. What of it?

Keep a lower profile!

I'm not competing, Rougemont is!

- Michel Rougemont! - Bullshit!

You do gymnastics every morning.

I need to swim.

And you always need a gun, even when you swim?

- It stays in my bag. - Someone might search it.

I go with Simon, Monique

or Krazu. One of them stays with my bag.

Is the interrogation over?

You want to join my group but you don't want to obey me.

Not always.

But you're the chief, you decide.

I decide.

Can't you sleep?

What's on your mind?

I love you, M�lin�e.

And that's keeping you awake?

"A charming young child

"Spent all night dreaming

"That the sweet purple dawn

"Will bring bouquets of roses."

That was my first poem in French.

Paris is so peaceful.

We've had news from Drancy.

There are 3 convoys a week to Auschwitz,

a concentration camp in Poland.

I heard German soldiers have a new weapon,

a new nerve gas.

I even heard they're testing it

on deported Jews.

Can you believe that?

Daddy's making money in Germany!

- A pineapple and two pieces? - No, only one.

Shit!

It's what they gave me.

A new automatic, straight from the factory.

If I'd known...

It's not your fault. We'll manage.

How's Alexandre?

You're sweet. He's well.

One piece. Good job I still have mine.

I just need a grenade.

Call it off. It's too risky, Narek.

- Missak... - What?

It'd be a shame to call it off now. Marcel can cover me.

I'll back you both up then.

Let's go.

- What's wrong? - Give me the grenade.

Are you deaf? Hand it over and back us up!

He's insane!

Let him go. This is unbelievable.

Throw it...