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- I'm afraid the Monsignor's not here. - Yes, he is.

- Why did you come back? - If you're angry...

No! That fire burnt out long ago.

- We made it. - Where's Alain?

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

- Oh, my God! Madam, have you seen... - Alain! Alain!

Didier Montandon, Father.

- What? Etienne! - I can't.

If you tell your friends... It's your fault.

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?

In Position gehen.

Die TUr - abdecken.

Raus! Raus!

- What's this? - For the kid.

It doesn't mean anything.

I'm not some whore.

You're my whore.

She's at it again.

I don't know what the world's coming to.

Los! Los!

Durchsuchen!

Achtung! Achtung, Polizei! Steh halten!

Eine Pistole.

Eine Englische.

Where are they taking him?

Gehen Sie aus dem Weg!

Someone tell Francgois.

Someone please tell my husband!

Monsieur, what's this?

Commissaire Cabache, Police Municipale.

I know these good people. Why are you taking them?

They were sheltering an escaped prisoner of war...

Moment.

What a night.

Have you got a smoke? Thanks.

Always one more bottle with those girls, isn't it?

I hope she was worth it.

So do I.

- All right. One bottle. - Two.

Yeah?

- Malo! - Hello, Catherine.

Two bottles - not bad, eh?

Now they tell me I can sell bread on Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

But not on Tuesday and Thursday.

I ask you, how can I run a business like that?

I was thinking of talking to Monsieur le Maire.

Perhaps you could speak to him for me. I know you're very busy...

No, no, by all means.

No doubt Hitler will abandon his conquest of Europe

so as not to inconvenience your baking.

I don't see why everything has to be changed.

Not for the sake of a few weeks.

We should pray for a quick victory.

- For the Germans? - I'm not speaking about the bloody English!

In case you'd forgotten, Monsieur, the English are our allies.

Allies?

Our sailors get them off the beach at Dunkirk

and they turn round a month later and sink our bloody fleet.

Friends like that...

Where's your list? It's meant to be in the window.

Who lives and works here. You could get in trouble.

You, too, Father. No-one's exempt.

And what do you suggest I put for the church? Renard plus three?

God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Ghost.

- All one big bloody laugh, is this.

Not so funny when they bash your door down in the middle of the night, eh?

I don't know why I waste my breath.

Post, Monsieur.

We got a letter from Didi, Father.

He's a bit banged about, but nothing serious.

He was at Dunkirk with Paul.

He's pretty sure Paul got onto a hospital ship.

Where's Didi now?

He didn't say, but it was a proper letter.

Not an official German postcard.

Father, it's good news, isn't it?

It's news best kept to yourself, for now at least.

- Mother told me to tell you. - And Monsieur Trouvée, David?

Monsieur Rambure?

Why not just stand in the middle of the square and tell everyone?

They wouldn't say anything.

Not everyone has their good sense.

The less people are told, the less they have to tell.

By accident or design.

Wireless?

You'll get it back. They're making an inventory.

I'll get complaints.

They like to listen to the forces' concert of an evening.

I don't make the rules.

Kommen Eve.

Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wireless.

The girl's got that German lad distracted.

She's got half the town distracted.

She's a looker, isn't she? Just like her mother.

Where were you at breakfast? Not like you to miss out on a cup of coffee.

Here.

It's all right. You can smoke them with a clear conscience.

- Or trade 'em, it's up to you. - Imported.

Where did you get them?

Up the woods.

Danke schOn.

I suppose you want a drink?

Oh, yes. Add insult to injury.

- I'm on duty. - There's a first.

Oberleutnant Von Grunigen.

- I'm billeted here. - You have other luggage?

Yeah, in the car.

Your room is fresh and aired. If you'd care to follow me.

Or perhaps you'd like a drink first.

Maybe you could bring me something to my room.

It's been a long drive.

As you wish.

- Héléne... - I'll do it.

This way.

It's very hot, isn't it?

I mean, good for flying, but on the ground...

- There's a fan in your room. - Ah.

Not that you can use it. The electrids gone again.

It's just for essential services.

There's a phrase. Today it's just electricity, tomorrow it's just petrol.

Tobacco, sugar, coffee.

Before long it's just everything.

Yes, that's your lot.

Sure you've not got any old firearms stashed away?

- Last chance. - They had my shotgun first roundup.

Will they stand, do you think? The English.

Will they, hell. They've no stomach for a real fight.

Post, Monsieur Claveau.

Hey, this was sent weeks ago.

Write a letter.

Are you coming to the do tomorrow?

- What's the point? - It's Bastille Day, maybe the last.

- Helene, it still means something. - Maybe.

Etienne's going.

Leave that alone!

- You're defacing Wehrmacht property. - And you're defiling God's.

This is a church, not a pissoir.

You will show respect for the German army.

On the day you extend the same courtesy to the church.

If you've a complaint, make it to Major Drexler.

- Who is it? - It's Sylvie, Father. Frangois Michaux's wife.

And his mother.

All his family, too. A cousin.

Commissaire.

Commissaire, why have you arrested these people?

They were harbouring a fugitive, a soldier. It's forbidden. So...

Direktor Brandt of the Geheime Feldpolizei.

The secret military police.

Monsignor Renard of the Sacred Heart.

The Herr Direktor is here looking for English soldiers.

40 kilometres that way you'll find a country full.

These are soldiers left behind after Dunkirk.

There was an incident in recent weeks not far from here.

We fired on three men who refused to stop for questioning.

One was wounded.

I'm sorry to hear it. Englishmen?

This young man is French.

The pistol he keeps under his pillow isn't.

- What's going on here, Cabache? - You are her husband?

No, he is. I'm his friend.

Frangois Michaux, Monsieur.

- You are arrested. - He hasn't done anything.

He must answer some questions.

Like hell. The last poor bastard you lot had in there went out of a first-floor window.

Hands off.

Lefranc, enough!

Well, whose side are you on?

The side of reason!

Do you want another Hubert?

People being shot in the town square?

Let me go!

It's not worth spilling blood.

My place is with my family.

I'll talk to Major Drexler.

Go back to your business now. There's nothing more to see.

Los wetter jetzt.

Stupid, self-centred...

Keep your voice down.

I have to go.

Monsieur Flandin, good morning.

Good morning.

Is there any news of Alain?

Since last night? No.

Um... Madame Baquet is...

I'm sorry if we...

- Oh, no, please. - You're very good, Monsieur.

With all your official duties...

If I can't help you find your missing child...

All the same.

We're very grateful.

I'll check with you again after work?

Clara?

Clara, please.

It will need to be bigger, of course.

A joke.

Monsieur Dufosse, you are on course, though, for delivery?

I've taken on extra men to meet the deadline.

Herein.

I'm very sorry to disturb you, Major Drexler, but Monsignor Renard wants to see you.

- He has an appointment? - No, he doesn't, but he is most insistent.

One of the men from your sawmill has been arrested.

Frangois Michaux.

Along with his wife and mother.

On what charge?

Harbouring a French soldier.

I'm appalled. I assure you, Herr Major, this isn't what I expect from my employees.

- On the contrary... - Please!

You are not responsible for the private conduct of your workers.

However, it is a serious of fence.

Under article four of the armistice all French soldiers are required...

...to lay down their arms and submit to German authority.

I understand.

But in other towns, soldiers have been able to return to families

pending demobilisation.

Other towns do not fall within that pan of the Pas de Calais,

designated the forbidden zone.

This boy is family.

I sympathise, of course. I'm a soldier.

I also have faced defeat.

You've not faced an indefinite period of internment like these young men.

The price of France's shame, Father.

- I'd no idea... - Herr Major,

if you wield power here, it's with the compliance of the people.

I don't want to dwell on past mistakes

but Guy Rossin's death is still much on everyone's mind.

That was an accident.

He was in your custody.

This town has seen only one side of German rule.

It's within your power to show another.

Well?

He said he'll think about it.

That's it?

If you think you can do any better, Lefranc, you're welcome to try.

You're about as much use as tits on a bull.

Still, more fool me for thinking you'd ever stick your neck out for one of us.

Sorry, Father.

I thought you'd forgotten me.

Rene said your mother was relieved to get your letter.

I'd rather have seen her.

A few streets away. It's ridiculous.

Being careful is what it is.

If the Michauxs had done the same...

The Germans arrested them this morning.

Along with the nephew, Thierry.

You were travelling together?

There were three of us.

Me, Thierry and an Englishman, Bill.

He didn't have much French, so we let him tag along.

I thought the less you knew...

The less I'd have to tell.

Me and Thierry having family here, we wanted to get home.

It was slow going.

We made it to the other side of the woods.

Then you ran into a Feldgendarme.

We shot back. Then we split up, ran like hell.

How do you think they got onto Thierry?

Someone will have seen him.

A neighbour.

And told the Germans?

It's going to happen.

That's the way things are now.

People are afraid.

They're looking for any insurance they can find.

"Take their family.

Don't take mine."

I'll see if I can get something from Baquet.

Can you...? The bucket.

- I'd do it myself... - It's no hardship.

It's disgusting. I hate it.

- A soldier hiding away like... - You'd rather be in a stalag?

If Thierry talks and they find me, it'll be prison for both of us.

I must go south.

If I can get to the unoccupied zone...

On a soldier's papers? Talk sense.

To cross the border you need an Ausweis.

A pass, signed and authorised by the Germans.

- Can you get one? - Maybe you'd like a piece of the true cross too?

Then I'll take my chances.

Papers or no papers, I have to try.

The army might be gone, but I'm still a soldier of France.

It's my duty.

Here.

Try to make them last.

This way, please.

I see you like boxing, Monsieur.

Albert was middleweight champion of the Pas de Calais for three years.

A long time ago.

Ah. The timing never leaves you. I know - I also have boxed.

Not in your class, of course.

A police inter-divisional contest for Dresden.

He is useful.

A punchy old barman?

He sees things.

The first moment I saw you I said to myself,

"Now here, Rudi, is a kindred spirit. A pragmatist."

In our work we have to be.

Exactly.

But something more, hmm?

You don't want to stay a commissaire all your days, am I wrong?

At 35, a commissaire is good.

Prefect of Police is better.

A mob is a dangerous thing, Antoine.

Infinitely more so when it has direction.

Who would you say the people look to in Saint Josse?

Mayor Cavailles?

The mob voted him in, they can vote him out.

His deputy, then. Daniel Flandin.

Same problem.

But someone with real influence.

This priest of yours.

Milk, food, petrol, everyone's a special case.

Out of 50, maybe one speaks of France.

Father, good morning.

- Monsieur le Maire. - ls there any news on Michaux?

You will forgive me, Monsieur,

if I say your concern rings a little hollow.

I'm sorry for Michaux. But I must look to all my men.

Not to mention your account ledgers.

It's my sawmill puts food on half the tables in Saint Josse, Father.

Can the church say as much?

Louis.

He's got a point, Father.

Though I suppose you'll tell me that man doesn't live by bread alone.

He does on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

Rambure asked me to see if there was anything that could be done

about his opening times.

I wish there were, but...

- Louis, is there...

Ah, morning, Father.

Good God, what's all this?

Where do you want to start?

New ration tickets the Germans want us to start issuing.

New identity cards. And all to be brought in by 1st August.

I don't know what they think we do with our time.

- Yes? - The chair, please.

For Major Drexler.

Just let him take it like that, not a word?

It's only a chair.

- It's the principle. - We can't afford principles.

Please, Daniel, let's not argue.

Was there anything else, Father?

I was on my way to see Henri Baquet.

Is there any word of Alain?

I was telling Daniel - needle in a haystack.

You're a neighbour, of course. How are they coping?

I've not seen much of them.

I take it he's told you about tomorrow?

I was just about to.

It's short notice, I know.

They're marking Bastille Day in the south by commemorating the honoured dead.

Vichy feels it would be inappropriate

to celebrate republican values.

And naturally where Vichy leads...

It would be prudent for Saint Josse to follow their example.

The Marechal has given us the chance of a fresh start, Father.

We've a new constitution.

A new leader.

No more cronyism.

It's a new day.

Kommen Sie vor und geben sich zu erkennen.

- Prost. - Prost.

I'm all out of coffins.

Unless, of course, you're looking to make a down payment on your own.

What's wrong?

You're like that bloody albatross. Where you go, trouble's never far behind.

- What is it? - Nothing.

I was on my way to Baquefs, I thought I'd call in. If you're busy...

Do you want a drink?

A small one, perhaps.

That's the only son on offer.

How's business?

The Germans are more interested in invasion barges than cabinets.

Dufosse's sawmill is churning them out day and night.

What's happening with Michaux?

I've spoken to Drexler, but...

- Don't mind the sawdust. - Thanks.

You're keeping your head above water.

Some people still demand quality.

You've the old man's touch.

And something your own.

Why did you really come by?

Somethings on your mind.

They look at me as if I can solve all their problems.

I can't.

Then clear off! Run away!

It's what you do best, after all.

Go on. Leave us in the shit again.

It's what those who know you expect anyway.

Why disappoint us?

Thanks for the drink.

You're not much, Augustin, God knows.

But you're all these people have got.

If you can give them hope, which I know you do,

and forgiveness,

then surely you can spare a little for yourself.

If you'd just keep it between us.

If the Germans knew I had any laudanum left...

You should let me pay.

It's like you said at Huberfs funeral, Father.

We have to look out for one another.

If it helps, that's my payment.

Alain will be found.

Believe me.

Whatever it takes, I'll not rest until he's safely home.

If I've got to cross all of France to find him,

I'll do it.

You have my word.

Forgive me, Madame. I didn't hear you.

The omelette was excellent. Please thank the cook for me.

You've thanked her.

I have come for absolution.

Will you pardon a poor sinner?

The penitent must be sincere.

I regret our association should have begun

in such unfortunate circumstances.

We should be friends - you and I.

Father... you want what is best for Saint Josse.

And so do I.

France has been a great nation,

your culture the envy of the world.

But you were led astray, betrayed.

You looked to your borders for a threat.

But the true invader, the socialist, the Jew, was already within,

gnawing away at the citadel's foundation like rats in the dark.

Your enemies corrupted France while Christ and the saints slept.

There, that's better.

The difference you can make with just a lick of paint.

For us it was like to see a beloved brother going to the bad.

Every true German grieved to see you brought so low.

But we were powerless to help.

Then, as is often the case when the need is greatest, a saviour arose.

He, too, was reviled for saying things others did not want to hear.

Beaten. Imprisoned.

But the fuhrer never abandoned us.

He took our shame, our suffering upon himself.

Remember where you are.

Your comparison is not only odious but blasphemous.

He healed us, made us whole again.

He would do the same for France if you would only embrace his love with all your heart.

He would see you restored to your rightful place at the table of great nations.

To sit upon his right hand?

This battle he leads is not for Germany alone,

but for all humanity.

We, the Aryan people,

are the true defenders of the Christian faith.

Like the knight crusader, we shall drive the unbeliever from the sepulchre.

In this holy work,

I should have hoped, of all people, that I could depend on you.

The only thing on which you may depend

is that I will protect and comfort those in my care.

Then our battle lines are drawn.

I'm sorry.

I will pray for you.

And I for you.

Christ said that we should love our enemies,

even those in the secret police.

"He that is not with me, is against me."

That's another one of his, isn't it?

What's he want?

Shooting, God forgive me.

Hey... I got you a carburettor.

It is the right model.

Do I want to know where you found it?

Around.

Salvage?

I know someone.

- Do you both want coffee? - No, thanks.

This um... someone...

How good is he at documentation?

What are you after, ration tickets?

An Ausweis.

For yourself?

Please, Father, why are there fireworks?

- What do you celebrate? - Our liberty.

It is fitting that on this day we remember our honoured dead.

For in so doing, we remember also

those ideals they gave their lives to protect.

Liberty, equality, fraternity.

Those who now find it expedient

to cast aside such republican values,

should remember also...

Achtung!

On your feet.

In honour of your national day,

and as a gesture of goodwill towards the people of Saint Josse,

Major Drexler has declared an amnesty.

The Michauxs will be released without charge.

The authorities are satisfied that they were not fully aware

of the serious nature of their of fence.

However, anyone suspected or found hereafter harbouring enemies of the Reich

will not be dealt with so leniently.

Losfahren.

Did they get anything out of him?

Apart from blood? No.

Name, rank and number, so far as I can make out.

Not that they'd tell me anything.

You got a minute?

It's done. Up by the river.

One of Drexler's men - Unteroffizier Franz -

told the Feldgendarmerie that we obstructed him in the execution of his duty.

I can't imagine anyone obstructing Unteroffizier Franz.

Nevertheless, he was in pursuit of a fugitive.

A soldier to his mother.

The priest refused to let him bring dogs into the church.

It is the house of God.

Yes. Wonderful.

Very good.

I can't go to lunch like this.

Have you a spare shin?

I would like to welcome you all

on this joyous, beautiful summer's evening.

The very fine spread has been kindly provided by Monsieur Dufosse

at his own expense.

He can afford it.

You won't need your ration tickets, but please, one visit per person.

I'm pleased to say that the wine,

which was generously donated by Monsieur Albert Claveau,

has no such restrictions.

So, it gives me great pleasure...

...to wish you all a very happy...

I feel like I'm in a zoo, Georges.

- How long before we can leave? - It's only once a year.

Felix is tired.

- I'm not. - He is. You are.

- He's over-excited. - Can I play skittles?

- Of course. - No.

I don't know why you do it. It's not as if it's appreciated.

I don't do it for them.

Madame.

No. No, thank you.

Madeleine.

Yes!

- Madeleine, so early? - The hotel won't run itself.

It's not the same.

How can we celebrate? It's grotesque.

I'm sorry, it's me. It must be me.

No, no.

Somebody asked me, they actually asked me,

what are they wearing in Paris this summer?

What are they wearing?

Singing, laughing, drinking, playing cards.

Everyone carrying on as if...

In God's name, are they blind?

They see what they want to see, what they can bear to see.

The rest... it's just for one evening, Madeleine.

Let them forget for one evening.

Why should they? Hmm?

Why should they? I can't!

She'll be all right.

Leave her alone.

It'll blow over. It's how she is.

I know.

Where there is discord...

Here.

Good health.

- Dancing? - Pardon?

- Do you want to dance? - Not much.

Héléne...

You've news?

No.

No, it's just...

Talk to me.

- I can't. - Why not?

Don't you see?

It's because of us.

What is?

That Alain is lost.

If I... If I'd been a good wife...

Clara, that's... That's insane.

Children are missing all over France.

It's noth... It's nothing you did.

It is.

I know. I feel it.

I'm being punished.

If I don't see you then maybe he might...

Sh, sh!

No, I can't. Please.

- What do you want me to do? - I don't know.

I just...

It's wrong.

We've been wrong.

I haven't.

Good turnout.

You haven't seen Gagnepain, have you?

Oh, he'll be taming himself up.

You might have run a brush over those boots.

Beer

Beer for all.

Gift from the German soldiers.

Stick it!

Thank you, Monsieur.

You will stay for something to eat?

Food?

Ah, thank you very much, Herr BUrgermeister.

We are... honoured.

Good.

Goodnight, Madeleine.

Want anything else?

Some company?

It's not good to drink alone.

Would you...

You don't like us very much, hmm?

No.

To be honest...

...I don't like being here either.

I'd rather be with my family in Munich.

But I'm a good pilot.

All my life, flying was everything,

since I was a boy.

I used to go watching birds with my father.

It seemed to me something... marvellous.

That freedom, you know?

Aren't you ever afraid?

Afraid?

Afterwards.

In the moment there is no time for fear.

Anyway, it's not for long, I think.

The English are good, but we are better.

So the war will be over soon.

We will all go home.

And then...

...there will be dancing.

Mach schOn, mach schOn.

Excuse me, would you like to dance?

Thank you.

It's just a dance.

Stick to your own!

I am Alois. What's your name?

I am Héléne.

- Keep back, it's dangerous. - Maman!

What idiots!

Outside.

Carry on! Carry on!

- You think that was clever? - They shouldn't be dancing with our girls!

There's a lot of things they shouldn't be doing.

I know how you feel, Etienne, but this is not the way.

You're drunk. Go home.

I can't.

- You can't what? - Go home.

I got sacked.

Laid-off. Dismissed.

Why?

Because of them. Those bastards.

Rationing, opening alternate days.

He can't use me any more.

My parents rely on my money coming in. I can't tell them I'm out of a job.

Dufosse is hiring at the sawmill.

Make barges for the Germans?

- It's better than nothing. - I'll think about it.

You have the freedom to starve, of course.

It's your choice.

♪ Jattendrai

I'm so sorry.

Enough!

What do you want here?

Commissaire!

I smell the blood of an Englishman. Machen Sie wetter.

You have no business in this place!

Leave this house at once!

Stop, I have the key!

How dare you do this!

By what right?

In whose name do you commit such sacrilege?

On whose authority?

On my authority. On mine.

I am Direktor of the Geheime Feldpolizei.

I have authority here.

I've been pleasant with you, but that is over.

Where is the soldier you are hiding?

So be it.

As I told you, there's no-one here.

Wait.

Herr Direktor?

Zigaretten.

Englischer.

This?

Die Nase.

- Die Nase? - Nase.

- And this? - Das Kinn.

- Das Kinn? - Kinn.

- Der Mund. - Der Mund?

Where are they taking Father Renard?

- Father! - It's all right.

- Take Gaston home. Don't worry. - You're bleeding!

What have they done to you?

What have you done to him?

Commissaire! You German devils!

German bastards!

It doesn't help him! It doesn't help him!

Leave it, he'll son it out.

It's probably something stupid he's done and he'll just have to answer a few questions.

But he's bleeding!

Make it all right, Henri.

Like it was.

Please.

Yes.

You could walk out of here now...

...if you tell me where the soldier is.

This isn't courage.

It's stupidity.

Unless there was anything else, I'll say goodnight.

Do you hope to impress me?

No, Herr Brandt.

I hope to defy you.

It will be hot again today.

You were expecting perhaps a vinegar?

I have been making some enquiries about you.

You came late to the priesthood.

And yet a Monsignor, Vicar General,

secretary to the Papal Nuncio in Spain.

Rome must have thought highly of you.

You were sorry to leave Madrid?

- Sorry to leave important work undone, yes. - What else did you expect?

You were sent in support of Franco

and yet you chose to side with the Reds - the church's enemies.

You betrayed your vocation.

But not my conscience.

Be assured, I will find this English soldier.

You think that people will thank you

if I have to take the town apart to do it?

I don't know, I really don't.

So what's he doing helping an English soldier, anyway?

- Those bastards left us in the shit. - You have a big mouth, Lefranc.

Oh, you'd defend them, of course.

Papieren, papers!

Papers, ladies and gents.

Who are you looking for, Jean-Marie?

An Englishman.

But you know me.

It's for the Germans.

Is it true?

The Michaux were one thing.

I cannot help you.

Have I asked for help?

Are you not afraid?

Yes, I am afraid.

Then tell him what he wants to know.

He's the parish priest, Antoine.

You've got to talk to Drexler.

It's out of his hands.

Papers.

Papers.

What are you looking at, boy?

A turd in uniform.

I agree, Madame Claveau. Of course it's terrible, but what am I to do?

As Mayor of Saint Josse, I have a position to maintain.

Yes, that of an ostrich!

You can bury your head in the sand, Louis,

but don't forget your backside's still on show.

And come election time, we'll kick it.

By God, we will!

What's the to-do, Commissaire?

Identity check.

What's the word on Renard?

He's refusing food.

Cigarette?

Englische Zigaretten.

They've been here.

Have you seen him?

I tried. Out of bounds.

We have to do something.

Yes.

Goodnight, Father.

Sleep well.

I'm sorry, Yves, but it's not our problem.

What? He stuck his neck out.

He spoke up - for you. And your family.

That's his own lookout.

It's more than you did, Lefranc.

It's true, Jean.

He didn't have to lift a finger, but he did.

All right, say he did. What can we do?

What can you do?

My God, call yourself a Communist?

I thought that was about the workers controlling the means of production.

I've heard it said about town that you were engaged to be married -

to the woman who's now Claveau's wife.

She's very desirable.

Another man where you have been.

It must be difficult for you.

They say an amputee can on occasion still feel the limb that has been removed.

Is that how it is for you?

YOU WEYE E man DUDE.

So were you.

Your credo speaks of the Untermenschen,

the... less than human.

I didn't know what that meant.

I know what you think it means, but...

...I couldn't see how that phrase could be applied to one of God's children.

Until now.

You have made a conscious choice to abandon your humanity.

Why?

To what end?

Such hatred.

What is it you fear so much?

I fear...

nothing.

Certainly not some old priest.

Why do you resist?

What do you hope to achieve?

Some son of martyrdom?

Is that it?

You think any of them will lift a finger to help you?

I went to see your brother.

He has forsaken you.

They all have.

You're nothing to them, nothing.

What's this?

Why aren't you working?

- We're not building barges for the Germans. - No!

Not while they've got our priest banged up.

No!

Lefranc?

It's like he says.

A strike? Is that it?

They'll shoot you!

Then they'll never get their bloody barges then, will they?

You can have five minutes in the yard, Father.

Fresh air, stretch your legs.

♪ Jattendrai

His family will want his things.

Commissaire, a word.

Can it wait?

It's not right. We're policemen.

If he'd done something serious - murder - fair enough.

But Gagnepain's nothing.

This friend of yours is no better than the rubbish we deal with.

I don't need a morality lesson from a corrupt sergeant of Gendarmerie.

I make a little on the side. So what? How the world works.

There's a line you don't cross.

You don't get it, do you?

The sooner he gets what he wants, the sooner he'll be gone.

If you're going to work on the priest, you're on your own, you hear?

Tell Brandt I'd like to see him.

All right.

- Herein.

Monsieur Dufosse.

You asked to see me?

I can rely on you to let it be known that he talked?

Mm-hm.

Better coming from one of their own.

There!

Commissaire.

Well?

There's your English soldier.

I came across him some days ago.

He'd been dead for a couple of weeks at least.

The Feldgendarme musfve done for him.

You asked me where the English soldier was and I've shown you.

I see little point in burying his cigarettes with him.

How is it Gagnepain's got the same?

I traded a pack with him for a carburettor.

You... You could have told me this at any time -

and saved your friend a beating.

No!

You will not lay the blame for your excesses at my door.

You did what you did because that is what you do.

Because you can.

I kept my counsel to remember how things were before you came,

when the choice was ours to speak or to remain silent.

To indulge my liberty.

Dig him up.

Good hunting.

Heil Hitler.

What did you expect, a parade?

Come on. You look as if you could use a drink.

Sorry you've had a wasted journey.

Perhaps not.

But watch him, nonetheless.

I will expect reports.

- I'd not have got you involved. - Ah, got myself involved.

It would have been worth a bloody nose just to see the look on his face.

No-one must know that Didi was here.

That you saw him in the woods - any of it.

I'm sorry I couldn't manage an Ausweis.

He's a resourceful young man.

God willing, he'd have made use of the time that we gave him.

What is it?

Now I truly am afraid.

The damage done by Brandt and his thugs.

You're back, Father, you're back!

It's only a scratch.

What's happened here?

The Germans...

- We put it right, Father. - Everyone helped.

Well, nearly everyone.

We worked through the night.

Catherine let me stay up.

Er... you've got a customer.

I'll tap you for that drink another time.

I am so far from God, Father.

My son, my baby.

It's because of my... indiscretion.

Another man.

You are a child of God, Clara.

He is a loving father.

Just because you cannot see Him,

God sees your son,

and keeps him in His tender care.

You're a stupid, stubborn...

Aren't you, eh?

You've no more brains than bloody Gagnepain.

You could've landed us all in it, standing on your pride.

That lectern needs to set for a day at least.

I've got my own work to do, you know, without sorting out your mess.

You're a fool.

Probably.

I saw him, Augustin.

I saw Didier leave.

Why take such risks?

You owe nothing to anyone here.

I owe it to myself, perhaps.

I abandoned you once before.

Set yourself another penance.

You can't save the world.

I can light a candle.

For the Englishman?

For all of us.

Yours?