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Ah!

Monsieur!

Monsieur! Get off the road!

- Maman. - Clara?

We're coming, Millie.

Clara!

Come along. All aboard.

Come along. Come on, quickly.

Come on, come on. Sit down.

Mother will be here in a moment.

I'm tired.

You can sleep on the way to Nana's.

Now, Alain, move over.

Give Mathilde some room.

Millie, you're in the middle now.

Watch out.

- Henri, stop. - What?

Henri, stop the car!

I... I forgot to pour the milk away.

It'll stink the place out.

Beep beep.

All right?

We'll be back.

It's always us.

The Romans on down.

France isn't a country, it's a bloody battlefield.

And I should know-I was in the last lot.

Boy soldier.

Some mug.

Never again.

The war to end all wars, and here we are.

What shit, eh?

I've seen things, my friend.

Oh, God, I tell you.

To the generals, the politicians...

No, no, no, let's be fair...

To all arseholes.

Long live France.

Héléne. The usual.

Still open, then?

Albert wouldn't let a little thing like his family's safety come between himself and a profit.

- People have got to eat. - People? A couple of freeloaders.

Is there anything new?

Trouble on the Amiens road yesterday.

- Bad? - We're gonna take a look.

Vercors's driving me out there later, aren't you?

- Morning, Héléne. - Morning.

Should we be getting out, Duclos?

- You're probably better off where you are. - All the same...

For God's sake! We've got an airfield full of English fighters on our doorstep.

What could be safer?

You won't find anything.

I was robbed yesterday.

Who'd do such a thing?

- Soldiers. - German bastards!

They were ours. Deserters.

They'd have had the bike too, if it was going.

I uh... thought you might have some smokes.

I didn't want to wake you, you know.

Oh.

Oh, shit!

Well, Malo Gagnepain, I thought you were still inside.

What's the problem, Duclos?

No problem.

- Whose bike? - It's mine.

- Who's your pal? - I just met him.

Name?

Renard. Augustin.

Where are you going?

5am Jesse du Ems.

The rest of the country's running south. What sort of idiot goes north?

The priest son.

Papers?

Stolen.

He was held up - our own boys.

I've a letter from the Bishop. I'm Father Barbotte's replacement.

Empty your pockets.

Look, if you're on the level, you have nothing to worry about.

I've been told to keep an eye out.

Fifth columnists.

You think I'm a spy?

- Who'd suspect a priest? - Besides yourself?

- Finders keepers. - Tell it to the judge.

What's up, Jean-Marie? I got to it before you did?

Leave him.

What's this?

I found it yesterday.

Reams of the stuff all over the road.

Why pick it up?

For reasons of hygiene, it seemed appropriate.

"Soldiers of France, why are you fighting?"

Can anyone confirm you are who you claim to be?

If you call the Bishop's office.

The phone lines are down.

My brother, Yves, he has a shop on rue Melle.

The cabinetmaker?

You know him?

If he had a monsignor for a brother, I'd know about it, believe me.

His workshop's on the rue de la Libené, not the rue Melle.

I've been away - for some time.

Spain... Out of the frying pan, or do you have a nose for trouble?

Commissaire Cabache, the meeting's about to start.

Thank you.

Cabache? Not Antoine?

Mews' s boy'?

Monsieur le Maire, come out!

Local war hero. Decorated.

Saved the Commissaire's old man at Verdun.

I thought he was all right.

Your father must be very proud of you.

I'll try and get along to see him.

He's... He's gone south with Mother.

You know, if you'd told Sergeant Duclos

that your brother could vouch for you, all this might've been avoided.

Then I wouldn't have had a lift to town.

Good day to you, Monsignor.

And to you, Commissaire.

Monsieur le Maire, if you please,

Monsieur Flandin could use your assistance.

We have to be given some answers!

- Should we stay or go? - It's the English's fault.

If not for them we'd have come to terms with the Boche months ago.

Tell that to the Czechs, to the Poles.

Why die for Danzig? We should never have got involved.

Monsieur le Maire, is it safe to stay?

As far as we know, Saint Josse is in no direct danger.

You're mistaken.

The Germans can be here within hours if it suits them.

Two nights back I crossed a German armoured column at Tournier.

- They were heading for the coast. - That's nonsense.

If they're going anywhere, it's Paris. We have nothing they want.

I take it there's still an airfield to the west of town?

The English are stationed there.

Then the Germans will come.

This alarmist talk helps no-one.

We're trying to maintain order and calm.

Monsieur le Maire's right, it's just rumour.

If you've nothing useful to add, you're better off saying nothing.

My neighbour is getting twice his petrol allowance.

He's got another ration book, stamped and everything.

Someone is selling books on the side.

The Germans!

There's hundreds of them!

The airfield.

- Where are the English? - Must have caught them on the ground.

They're heading for the coast.

God help the poor devils on the end of that lot.

Help! Help!

Where's Montandon?

He's over there.

Lieutenant Montandon.

Lieutenant Montandon. Colonel Foulon's compliments, sir.

- He's sending reinforcements? - No, sir. We're to surrender.

The Colonel says the position's hopeless. Shall I pass the word?

- Sir, shall I pass the word? - No.

I'm damned if I'll put my hands up for these bastards!

We'll fall back on the canal and refuse the line.

Fall back! Fall back!

Back! Everyone, back!

If you're looking for the Monsignor, monsieur, I'm afraid he's not here.

Yes, he is.

Oh...

Forgive me, Father.

I'm Catherine Sarraut. Your housekeeper.

How much longer? Stop leaning on me.

- You're on my seat! - No, you're on mine! Just move over.

Come on, come on - please.

Please... Damn!

Damn! Don't do this.

What's the hold-up?

You should have filled up!

I got what I could!

Come on, Alain.

Look, don't worry.

- Get it out of the road! - We'll get a train.

If they're running.

Come on!

Yes, yes, all right.

The children are hungry.

It'll be all right.

Maman, are those people going to Nana's, too?

Yes, all right! All right.

What... What do you think...

Are you crazy?

I was worried.

I expected you last week.

The roads are bad. Everyone's heading south.

I've been swimming against the tide.

- Gaston, take the Father's case up to his room. - There's no need.

I've carried it from Madrid. Another few steps...

Guy, Father.

Madame Rossin's son. She was cleaning the church.

He's not all there, but there's no harm in him.

- He's my brother's friend. - He's not.

He always follows me.

I'll make you some coffee.

And a cognac, perhaps?

Father Barbotte always took a glass after his rounds.

Well, if it's a tradition.

- Is it on tight enough? - Of course it is.

- Are you sure? - Of course I'm sure.

Dear God!

I should have known.

Once the bombs started falling.

You moved.

Yeah.

15 years.

There was a fire.

So what do I call you now, Augustin?

Father?

Monsignor?

- Your Holiness? - Brother still, I hope.

How's Claudette? The girls?

You've no need to worry on our account.

You're busy.

Yeah, I'm always busy.

It would be nice to see more of you when you have time.

I know where you are.

You can't just walk in.

It's 20 years, Augustin.

2O years!

And not a word, not a line.

I thought that's what you wanted.

What I wanted!

Dear God.

It wasn't enough to take young Philippe from us?

Philippe made his own choice.

He was 15.

He thought the sun shone out of your arse. You were the eldest.

- You should have looked after him. - You think a day goes by...

I didn't tell him to enlist!

You didn't have to.

He wanted to be like you.

Another hero in the family.

And he wasn't.

That's what he couldn't live with.

The shame. He'd let you down.

And now here you are,

back in Saint Josse.

So much for ambition. Whose beer did you piss in this time?

I'll go.

Augustin.

Have you seen her?

Héléne.

The English have pulled out. The airfield's a wreck.

- There's been nothing on the wireless? - No.

Héléne.

Help your mother.

That arse.

- What I wouldn't give... - Yeah.

You and the rest of Saint Josse!

I tell you - you want some of that, you're gonna need plenty of this.

Don't you guys think about anything but your dicks?

There's a war on, in case you hadn't noticed.

You should have joined up.

Don't look at me. I'm doing my bit.

A bank clerk.

It's important.

Someone's got to look after the money, or the Army doesn't get paid.

- Oh, sure. - Oh, right.

You're gonna trust it to the yids?

At least I'm a patriot - unlike some.

Watch it!

Our Paul and Didier are fighting.

Private Didier Montandon, sir.

Get down! Get down!

Fresh orders, sir.

You're to disengage from the fighting, and make an orderly withdrawal to the beach.

The boats are making their final run tonight. It's your last chance before you're overrun.

We're French.

We're sacrificing ourselves while the English get away.

- Anything else? - No, sir. That's it.

Very well. Carry on.

Sir, I'm looking for my brother Lieutenant Paul Montandon.

I was told he was brought to a clearing station.

The whole place is a clearing station.

We're holding the west flank.

You could start there. But I wouldn't hold out much hope.

I'll find him, sir. if he's there, I'll find him.

- What day is it? - Why? Does it matter?

No, not particularly. If it's Tuesday, it's my birthday.

Let's call it Tuesday, then. Many happy returns.

Yeah... Thanks.

Thank you very much.

Two adults and three children to Marseilles.

Yes, monsieur.

Go.

I'll find you.

1,230 francs, monsieur.

Try and stay together, whatever you do.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Clara?

Darling!

Henri!

All right, all right.

- Henri! - Clara!

Will you let me through? Excuse me.

Henri!

Excuse me.

We made it.

Where's Alain?

Isn't he with you? I thought he was with you!

My God!

Alain!

- Have you seen a little boy? - Alain?

Alain!

Alain!

Henri, what have you done?

Didier. You must fight on, Didi.

- Promise me. - Of course, Paul.

I'm cold.

It's all right, big man. We're nearly there. Just hold on.

Keep down. I'll get help.

I'll come back, understand? Just keep down.

Hey, don't fall asleep.

Corpus Domini nostri, Jesu Christi...

Them as can walk, help them as can't.

Stay close to the shore.

- My brother is weak. - He'll have to take his chances.

- If he can't stand, he'll take up two spaces. - Please, my brother must get to a hospital ship.

Please... His arm.

All right, son. All right.

You buggers, get a stretcher now!

Didi, where are you?

Medics! Medics, here. Now!

Keep the lines moving, men.

We shall go on to the end.

We shall fight in France.

We shall fight on the seas and oceans.

We shall fight with growing confidence

and growing strength in the air.

We shall defend our island,

whatever the cost may be.

We shall fight on the beaches.

We shall fight on the landing ground.

We shall fight in the fields and in the streets.

We shall fight in the hills.

We shall never surrender.

Will you say a Mass for my boys, Father?

What are their names?

Paul and Didier, Father.

Montandon.

They're missing.

It's been two weeks now.

They're soldiers?

Is it officially confirmed?

No.

But since Dunkirk, I haven't heard anything.

Am I being foolish, Father?

To love your sons? Never.

To infer so much from so little...

Well...

But I haven't heard from them, and usually they write every week.

Maybe they have.

The post is unreliable at best.

I wrote to the Bishop the day I arrived.

I've yet to receive a reply.

If your sons were at Dunkirk,

it could be that they've been evacuated to England.

Is it possible?

Madame, I know of at least one soldier - in the last war-

reported not just missing, but dead,

who returned to his loved ones safe and whole and well.

You're good to comfort me, Father.

But that's just a story.

There you are!

My youngest, Father. Rene.

Father.

The Marechal's coming on the radio. There's going to be an announcement.

The next voice you hear will be that of Maréchal Pétain.

Frenchmen, at the request of the President of the Republic,

from today I am taking over the direction of the Government of France.

About time.

Certain of the devotion of our superb army, which has fought

with a heroism worthy of its long military traditions,

against an enemy superior both in numbers and in arms,

certain that by its magnificent resistance,

it has fulfilled our duties to our allies...

Pity they can't say the same.

Pertain of the support of our old soldiers,

whom I have been proud to command,

certain of the confidence of the entire nation,

I offer myself to France, in order to lessen her suffering.

God bless you, Maréchal.

It is with a heavy heart that I say the fighting must cease.

- Yes! - Good!

Tonight, after fighting the battle, and defending our honour,

I will contact the enemy, and ask him if he's prepared to discuss with me, soldier to soldier,

the means whereby hostilities might end.

What does it mean, Father?

He's calling for an armistice.

- Thank God. - He means it's over, Gaston. It's over.

Long live France.

No.

Etienne.

What?

It'll be all right. I know what I'm doing.

No.

It's not fair, Héléne!

You know.

I'll do the other thing. I don't mind.

Thanks. I can do that myself.

- It's not the same. I thought that... - What?

I don't know. Maybe I'm not the right man for you.

Maybe you should find someone else.

All right.

- What? - All right!

You want to do it, let's do it.

- Now? - Yes, now!

Promise me you'll take it out when you're going to...

Yes! Yes, of course!

- Promise. Swear to God? - And hope to die.

What?

Nothing.

Shut up.

What's wrong?

I don't know.

Come on!

Come on!

Etienne!

I can't.

I can't.

It won't...

- I can't. - I thought you wanted to.

I did!

I could have!

I was ready... a couple of minutes ago.

If you'd let me then.

If you tell your friends...

It's your fault!

It's all your fault!

Etienne, come back!

It's all right.

I'm sorry.

Etienne?

Etienne?

Komnfl.!

He's coming.

Hey, altar boy. Taking your dog for a walk?

Let's have a drag.

- You're too young. - I'm 11.

- What are you doing? - What's it to you?

Got some marbles, look. You can keep them for a week, if you want.

Yeah?

My dad's given me some binos. Gonna go up to the woods.

Maybe we'll find some eggs. Lose your shadow.

He'll make too much noise.

It's up to you.

Monsieur Vallon asked you to look in on his wife.

According to the doctor, she's near the end.

- Of course. - Father!

- Gaston! What... - Father, you've got to come!

They're giants... You've got to come and see them!

They've got guns and grenades and everything!

Calm down... Slowly, child.

Well, they're here, Father! They're here!

One of them looked at me, right at me!

I thought I'd die!

Come on, Father!

Under the terms of the armistice,

Saint Josse, and more importantly, its airfield,

now falls under the direction of the German High Command in Brussels.

General-Major Klett, the area commandant,

will arrive at one o'clock tomorrow for a hand-over ceremony.

Some spontaneous gesture on your pan to welcome him

would, I'm sure, be very much appreciated.

It's a minor consideration, but there also will be a film unit on hand

to preserve the moment for the archives of the Reich.

No need to go to elaborate lengths.

As you think fit, but a band, perhaps?

If your musicians are not sure what to play we can happily supply you with the necessary...

Beckmann, was heisst Noten?

The score, Herr Major.

The score, of course, ja.

As I was saying, Monsieur le Maire, we can... The score, of course.

Is there anything more annoying...

Yes.

We can supply you with the appropriate score for the musicians.

- Don't go to any trouble on our behalf. - It's no inconvenience, I assure you.

So... some music.

Certain tunes might - and I'm sure a man of your experience will understand this -

be considered in doubtful taste.

Yes? Your Marseillaise, for example.

I've nothing against it myself, but, in this instance...

The General-Major is, well, I won't say anxious,

but he's mindful to avoid any...

...unnecessary unpleasantness.

Very considerate.

Yes, you will find him very thoughtful, I'm sure.

You know that really is the most exquisite chair. Louis XV!

Reproduction.

Watch what you're saying. They can understand everything.

- Thank you. - Thank you, madame.

Monsieur?

Uh... this? What many?

That's half a kilo.

Half a kilo.

Mm!

Pmbvere schon. Mach dosh.

Sorry, monsieur. I don't speak German.

I hope you get your head blown off, you stinking German pig.

Achtung!

I hope, mademoiselle, these boys here aren't bothering you?

No, monsieur.

Good.

I'm glad to hear that.

Links um!

Marschiere!

Links!

You should be careful who you talk to, mademoiselle.

Young boys like that...

You will allow me, please, to escort you to your destination?

That won't be necessary. I'm going to... visit with my aunt.

As you wish.

I'm sure, though, that we'll meet again. Good day to you.

Achtung.

Good day, mademoiselle.

It's a fine morning.

Yes.

Yet we may have some rain this afternoon... so they are saying.

Will it rain, do you think?

I think it will, and I'm very rarely wrong on these matters.

I also am from the country, you see.

I have... what would you say...

...a countryman's feelings for such things.

Well, I enjoyed this conversation of ours very much.

We will speak no doubt again.

This isn't right.

Someone should do something.

Someone?

Well, don't you think?

Perhaps.

It's odd that it's always someone, though, don't you think?

Someone should do something.

- That's what I said. - Yeah, which someone, boy?

Father's right. Which someone? You, your friend?

You know what I mean, monsieur. We shouldn't just take this lying down.

To speak of killing is one thing, but to do it...

Forgive me, Father, but you don't know what you're talking about.

Enlighten me.

No, please.

How would you do it? A gun, perhaps?

Quieter.

You'd have to get close, of course.

Close enough to smell his sweat.

The tobacco on his breath.

But you know that, of course.

- Father... - And from behind, naturally.

You don't want to look him in the eye when you do it.

So, you drive it into his back.

Yes.

Through his coat, his tunic, his shin.

Through skin and flesh and muscle,

grinding against his ribs.

Father...

Will the first thrust kill him, do you think?

Or do you have to do it again?

And what if he cries out?

Calls for his mother?

Maybe you'd do better to go for the throat, hm?

Like this...

Father!

Make sure you cut deep, back to the bone.

He'll struggle. He won't make it easy.

You have to hold him tight.

Listen to the air bubble out of him.

Till you feel him go slack,

and he fouls himself.

But, yes, you're right.

A knife is quieter.

It's the Boche.

♪ >I' CHARLES TRENET. Baum

Good day, madame. My friend and I are very hungry.

We would like something to eat.

Thank you.

Oh... turbot.

You'd be well served for fresh fish, I imagine, so close to the coast.

A turbot, then. And something also to drink - some wine.

The Alsace is very good.

Elsésser. Yes.

For the moment, I'm afraid I can't offer any payment,

but if you would care to open an account in my name, Major Drexler...

- As soon as... - On the house, Major.

Thank you.

- Prost. - Prost.

Hold on, I'm coming.

It's a vile night, Father.

You'll crack a bottle with an old campaigner?

Hubert?

Hubert!

Come in, come in!

That I should live so long.

Our old enemy in Saint Josse.

In our town square.

Is that what we fought for?

You, me, Julian?

Robert? Laurent?

And God knows how many who never came home.

We shame their memory.

My only comfort is Yvette didn't live to see it.

She'd have had something to say.

Yes.

Yes, she would.

It's good to see you.

And you.

Not so many of us left now.

Something to remember, hey?

I should be going.

It's after curfew.

In the rain, then.

I've seen worse.

I won't hear of it!

I'll make up a bed, and you'll stay till breakfast.

You're a good man, Augustin.

Good friend, comrade.

Why did you stay away so long?

I was... about God's business.

You should have made Cardinal by now.

Pope, even.

You don't get promoted for length of service. It's not the army.

Hear my confession.

Eine Fahne fur die Kinder.

Hier, bitte.

Bitte schOn.

Hier, nehmen Sie eine.

- That is disgusting! - He doesn't know any better.

Das Gewehr Uber!

♪ ..la patrie

♪ Le jour de gloire est arrivé...

Shut up, you fool!

- Bastards! - Jean, don't be stupid!

- Agghh!

Take the lads! Go home.

Hubert!

Feuer halt.

Oh, Hubert.

Madeleine... no!

- Let me through! - Hier darf keine durch...

Bring him to the hotel.

I need a coffin.

For Hubert?

There's money, is there?

(I'll pa)'-

It was such a stupid thing.

Not to Hubert.

You don't think what he did was right?

Tell me that at least.

He achieved nothing.

It was...

...a gesture.

It made sense to him.

What, antagonise the Germans?

Oh, bravo.

How brave.

How thoughtful. How sensible.

And who has to live with the consequences?

Hm? We do.

We do.

You'll do it?

Yes. I'll do it.

The best damn casket I've ever made.

I'll even bear the cost myself.

Yes, that's right.

But you do something for me, too, Augustin.

You make sure you bury this madness with him.

No more martyrs.

There's only so many coffins a man can make.

Round the back.

Beautiful hands.

A bricklayer's hands.

I thought they'd be rough from his work, but they're really quite soft.

There's no need for you to do this.

It's the least I can do.

He came to see me last night.

He was in the bar two minutes before it happened.

Doesn't look like either of us did him much good.

At least he got a drink from me.

I knew something was wrong, but...

You couldn't save him.

Poor Augustin.

You really shouldn't take it so hard.

No-one's ever saved.

My God! You of all people should know that.

- Don't! - Well, what do you want me to say?

You can pray for him.

Say some words.

Yes. I can do that.

Yes.

You can do that.

Look at you. Priests!

Carrion crows!

Madeleine!

No, you're well prepared for death.

It's life defeats you.

Why did you come back?

It wasn't my choice.

- Whatever wrong was done... - Don't say it.

You know you did none. Damn it! You know it.

The Church mustn't bear the blame for my faults.

- If you're angry... - No.

That fire burnt out long ago.

I often thought about you. I prayed you were happy.

You deserve to be.

God wasn't listening.

Hallo? Ja, hier.

Clear off!

I will not condone my friend's action.

Neither will I condemn it.

In such times we, each of us,

have choices to make.

Hubert made his.

I grieve for his loss as you do.

But I will not wish him back.

To do so is to wish him to be someone other than the man we knew and loved.

He was guilty of the sin of pride, yes.

And anger.

He was human.

He saw the France he knew and loved...

...and fought for...

as defeated.

He was wrong.

We have signed an armistice,

it's true.

But I say again to you,

France is not defeated.

What is France?

Words on a treaty?

Lines on a map?

France is her people.

The people are France.

The flame of liberty which burns in every French breast

can never be extinguished, never.

I know there is great doubt,

great fear.

Don't let your suspicions, your petty grievances,

set friend against friend,

neighbour against neighbour.

You are in God's care,

but you must care for one another also.

Seek the best in people, not the worst.

We stand or fall...

...together.

Just the burial party, Father...

...by this gate.

Orders.

Let's do this properly, Father.

- He hasn't done anything! - No French. Understand?

Well, where are you going?

Monsieur! Monsieur!

Where are you taking him? He's my son.

Please.

Where are you taking him?

- Monsieur! - Los fahren!

Father!

My apologies, Monsignor.

This child is one of my altar boys.

So he tells me.

We have just been having a little chat, haven't we, Gaston?

Why have you brought him here?

Strictly speaking, it's a matter for the Luftwaffe, but their French is a little rusty.

Telephone lines to the airfield were cut this afternoon.

So you round up children?

Some boys from the town were seen around here earlier.

- It wasn't me, Father. - No, of course not.

The other boys have all been released without harm.

And now happily our business, too, is concluded.

- He can go? - Naturally.

Gaston?

I said you could have it if you answered me truthfully. A promise is a promise.

He's asleep?

At last.

Has he said anything to you?

Only that he didn't say anything.

There's nothing he could say.

Can't sleep?

Well, sit here and keep me company.

I can't sleep, either.

Something troubling you?

I did a bad thing, Father.

I told a lie.

You were up at the airfield?

Well, I don't suppose you were the only one, were you?

They said they'd take me away, Father, that I'd never see Catherine again.

They said they knew who it was, and they just wanted a name.

They lied too, Father.

They didn't know who it was.

You cut the telephone wire?

I only took out a couple of screws, Father.

It fell to pieces in my hand.

I thought Jacques and the others would think it was good.

Oh, Gaston.

That's not the bad thing, Father.

They wanted a name.

I was scared. It was just a name.

What happened?

Open the door.

What happened here?

When were they taken?

Answer me!

An accident. He was being questioned.

The guards left him alone for a moment. He was trying to escape.

The child who gave you his name lied.

He didn't know who'd sabotaged your damn phone line.

He just gave you the first name he thought of.

Why would he do that?

He was afraid, terrified for his life.

With some cause.

I have said this was an accident. The boy was being questioned.

Questioned?

I gave orders that he was not to be harmed.

If those questioning him were overzealous, they will be disciplined. You have my word.

Truly, a regrettable incident.

I myself have three little ones.

And if one of them had been driven to this,

would you call that a regrettable incident?

Shame on you, Herr Drexler.

Shame on you.

I am prepared to accept my pan in this.

But you also have some responsibility here.

These people are in your care.

Be the good shepherd, Father, keep them on the path.

And if that path leads to the slaughterhouse,

what should the good shepherd do then?

Madame Rossin.

Madame Rossin.

Come.

Alain!

Alain!

Clara?

Is Alain here?

No.

Alain!

Monsieur Flandin.

Monsieur Baquet. What happened? Where have you been?

Everywhere. I lost Alain.

We thought maybe he'd come home. If he knows anywhere...

ls... Is she all right?

If there's anything I can do...

Thank you, Monsieur. Perhaps we can talk later.

Of course.

Of course.

Am“!

Didier Montandon, Father.

Suche! Suche!

What do you think you're doing?

Get those animals out of this house at once.

- We are looking for someone. - I can't help you.

Doing your own housework?

My cleaner is the mother of Guy Rossin,

the boy who died last night.

Are you going to take your dogs out, or must I complain to Major Drexler, Unteroffizier...

Franz. Unteroffizier Franz with a Z.

I don't need a dog to go ratting.

Are you sure you haven't seen anyone?

I told you, I can't help you.

Damn it! Damn it!

Now look what you've made me do!

Better watch your language, Priest.

You never know who's listening.