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Do you intend to shoot me?

I think it's Alain who was shot.

I have to see the boy!

It's a newspaper published secretly in Paris.

You must never use the children. These things must be planned.

If one's parents were... are Jews, is one a Jew?

You, my dear, I fear for.

I shall do what I can, but my immediate action must be to find somewhere else to live.

You wouldn't have the guts, Etienne.

Find me a gun, Francgois, and I would.

It will eventually come to murdering Germans.

- Where will you stand then? - Me?

We will not avail ourselves of this opportunity to pass through the square of our own town

until France is in the hands of its people.

Héléne.

Héléne!

- Oh! Carrots! - That's enough, Gaston, you'll be late.

And take your vitamins.

Mademoiselle Rouveure told our class that the Germans might put the clocks forward an hour,

but they've put...

civil something back 100 years.

Civilisation. Chop chop!

She should be more careful.

This is for you, Father.

You're quite sure?

- God bless you, Madame. - And you, too.

- Madame Dufosse. - Good morning, Father.

- Is Simone poorly again? - Hm?

Your housekeeper. I noticed you queuing.

No, she's the picture of health now.

It's just a way of... belonging.

Please, you mustn't doubt it.

Ever

Thank you, Father.

MADELEINEI Who is it?

That soldier?

What?

You missed last month, didn't you? And you were sick yesterday morning, too.

You stupid...

...stupid girl.

Missed. Better luck next time, Lefranc.

Well, if you will wear black.

Ohh.

Boche time. Miserable.

A bit bloody early.

We could do with something to lighten our darkness, don't you think?

♪ ..just because my teeth are pearly

♪ Just because my hair is curly...

- Jawohl. ♪ ..l always wear a smile

♪ Like to dress up in the latest style

♪ Cos I'm glad I'm living

♪ Take my troubles...

Morning, Father.

Gaston.

♪ ..is different, maybe

♪ That's why they call me Shine...

Etienne! Turn that racket off!

Yes, yes, Mother.

Blessed are the surly bastards, for they...

- Father! - Well.

Jean Lefranc, he'd try the patience of a saint.

Lucky he married one.

Saint Annette? I don't think!

You know she's taking in the Germans' laundry?

We've all got to live.

There's ways and ways.

And it's not just the laundry, I've heard.

Don't.

There's enough tittle-tattle going around this town as it is. Some of it very dangerous.

Sorry, Father.

What's that?

Madame Lapage insisted.

- From the farm? - Mm. She's a generous soul.

Turnip omelette, if I had the eggs.

Good morning, Madame.

- Madeleine. - I need your help.

Liberty, equality, fraternity.

The three guiding principles, which...

Felix Dufosse, ssh!

Come here!

I do not want to hear or see that word from any of you, ever.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, Mademoiselle.

Back to your place, Felix.

But what does it mean?

- Albert will have to know, sooner or later. - Not necessarily.

I can't possibly condone that.

Not an abortion, for God's sake.

I'm talking about getting her out of Saint Josse until she's had the... child.

- Where? - I was thinking Aveville.

The convent. Couldn't they take her? She wouldn't be the first.

I could ask. What will you tell Albert?

That she's gone to...

I don't know.

Paris... for a new job or... something?

He's not a stupid man.

I do know my husband.

But not well enough to confide in him?

"For better or for worse."

if he finds out he's grandfathering a bastard, it will definitely be worse.

You think she could have managed a French one, at least.

Do you think they might marry?

Over my dead body!

- Because he's German? - Because he's a soldier.

They have a nasty habit of leaving people behind.

In my experience, Augustin.

Sometimes, they have no choice.

I can tell Albert when she's gone.

And the child?

The Little Sisters will find someone.

Hadn't we better find out what Héléne wants first?

I'll tell her to come and see you.

Ask her. She's grown up now.

Reach.

Don't do nothing stupid.

Arsehole!

Had you for a moment, though.

Where do you think you are? Paris?

I wish. I'm going to get Manny Rosenbaum to shorten my trousers.

15 cm. What do you reckon?

- The Rosenbaums did a bunk. Didn't you hear? - No.

Got out while the going was good.

Oh, it'll have to be my old woman, then. If I can get round her.

♪ Just because I always wear a smile

♪ Like to dress up... - Identity cards.

♪ In the latest style...

It's still me.

The same as yesterday and the day before.

I haven't turned into Mickey Mouse.

Oh, no, sorry.

You don't, do you?

- Thank you. - Ah-ha.

I didn't catch it.

Jealous.

Still, anything that gets under their thick, piggy skin. it all helps.

What? Resistance by style? Dead radical.

They thought I was asleep.

Then Mama said, "If I'm a Jew, then the children are, too."

And Papa was crying.

And then something about Grandma.

Or Great-Gran.

And Great-Grandpapa.

And then I went to sleep.

Will I get into trouble for it?

it is five weeks old, but at least they're still getting it out.

Aren't you cold?

Your mother and I used to come here when we were kids.

Well, your age.

Old enough to love?

Perhaps.

It's all right.

I know you know.

Talk about it?

Not here, though.

Come on.

They've been calling Felix names.

No fire, I'm afraid.

She's very worried, your mother.

She's worried?

This will warm you up.

I'm not keeping it.

The nuns can take it. Whatever it is.

You've made up your mind?

What else?

I can't get rid of it, can I?

Would you want to?

And commit a mortal sin?

I think you'd hate yourself.

And hate is a sin.

And sex?

Sorry.

People always think priests know nothing of desire.

And do you?

Yes.

But we're not talking about me.

Héléne...

As far as the act of love...

Love?

Get off!

Love didn't come into it.

You don't...

force love.

Where is Héléne?

Religious instruction.

Sorry.

Thank you.

Listen, listen!

This Jew, right,

starving hungry, Thursday evening,

sees this Boche soldier, bashes his brains in, scoops them out and eats them.

And?

It couldn't happen, could it?

Germans ain't got no brains, Jews don't eat pork,

and, Thursday, everybody's in listening to the BBC.

Come on.

Oh, God!

Yes! France wins!

Goal.

Oooh!

I'm not telling anyone else.

And that includes Mother and Father.

I'll leave with you. I have a call to make.

Héléne?

- Héléne? - She doesn't want to see you.

- Why won't she speak to me? What did I do? - Leave it.

- Calm down. - You can get shot for this.

He is, of course, correct, Father.

To assault a soldier of the Reich is to risk the punishment of death.

If you'll excuse me, Leutnant Beckmann,

I have to get to Noyelle and back before curfew.

You've stolen our time, not just our country.

The vile Hun?

What next, Monsignor, we bayonet your babies and rape your women?

Even decent men do vile things in times like these.

The matter of the restrictions on the roads near the airfield.

The bus serving the villages beyond has to make a ridiculous detour to reach Saint Josse.

- With petrol rationing as it is... - Reduce the service.

- Again? - Yes.

Is there anything more?

Yes, Major, erm...

Concerning the Bijou.

- Bijou. - You mean the Soldaten Kino?

Old habits.

The Soldaten Kino.

The Bijou is the only cinema for...

Well, Le Touquefs the next nearest.

Exactly why we...

occupy it.

The soldiers need something for the morale.

And civilians don't?

The council understands you must have priority,

but it would mean a lot to the town.

Even if it were just, say...

...once a... for1night.

A week, we said.

Yes, well, er...

...once a week would be even better.

If you could see your way...

I shall consider it.

Thank you so much, Herr Drexler.

Auf Wiedersehen.

We'll see ourselves out.

- A little courtesy would help, Daniel. - From them, you mean.

- Have you moved yet? - I beg your pardon?

- I heard you got a new apartment. - What?

Up Drexler's arse.

Alain Georges Baquet,

Apartment 3,

V2, Rue dEchau, 5am Jesse du Ems,

France, Europe.

Normandy?

On the road to Cherbourg.

A child found it.

The Red Cross made some enquiries before they got in touch.

There was a lorry load of people, early June.

No-one remembers exactly, but a few days after you were separated.

And it hit a landmine.

Yes.

Erm... where's his grave?

When can we go?

All the victims were buried together.

It wasn't possible to...

The truck exploded and caught fire.

Everything was very badly burnt.

But Alain was one of them?

There was a child.

There may even have been two.

Identification wasn't possible.

He... He took this everywhere.

He could have lost it, Henri.

Children do.

He may still be out there somewhere.

I'll keep on with my enquiries.

Look, it's unlikely, but Father's right.

You'll never know for sure one way or the other, unless he walks through the door.

Oh, poor Clara.

New, new. No papers.

Ah, please, can you help for us?

Can we?

Please, is here...

any place, erm...

Schwimmbad? Erm, place for schwimmen?

- Swimming? - Oh, swimming.

Swimming baths.

Ja. ls near somewhere?

Ja, mein fat Haricot Ven, try Calais, there's a big, wide one there.

The shallow end's French, the deep end's English.

Please?

Brilliant.

- Better go. Telegram. - OK. See you later.

Stay away from me!

- Thank you. - Fine.

- How's Clara taking it? - I haven't seen her yet.

I'm sure she'll come and see me if she needs to talk.

Albert is still in the dark?

Of course.

- Don't you think you should... - No.

Goodbye, Monsieur.

I've heard from the Little Sisters. They can take her any time in the new year.

Thank you.

She won't start showing till mid-January, at the earliest.

How is she?

She's stopped being sick.

Not that Albert would have noticed, anyway.

In herself?

She's getting on with life.

Such as it is.

A good age, wasn't he?

Grandmother was 98.

"We're solid peasant stock, babushka."

He used to tease her.

Georges...

I'd like to go.

Well, it's a nightmare getting into the free zone.

You could wait... two weeks for permission.

More.

That's if you can get it.

It's not just the funeral.

I'd like to spend some time down there.

With Felix.

He hardly knows my side of the family.

I'd miss you.

Oh, it's just to get out of Saint Josse for a while.

Apply for an Ausweis then, but I think you'd be lucky.

It might, theoretically, be possible for a bereavement,

but, in your case, Madame Dufosse...

I gather Major Drexler felt constrained to leave your residence.

Once he discovered that... How shall I put it?

...you picked the wrong grandparents.

It complicates things.

For you and your boy?

Yes.

This could get me six bottles of Diamant Bleu on the black market.

But I prefer my champagne by the case.

Impossible. It's as much as I can manage.

You people always have a little stashed away.

One of the qualifications for the chosen race, surely.

A bit here, a bit there.

You'd never have spoken to me like this before.

Before all this.

Times are changing.

One for each of his years.

I know he's gone now.

Clara, there is still hope.

- Didn't Henri tell you? - What?

I went to Cherbourg and found his grave.

It was lovely. I laid some flowers.

I don't understand.

They let me see him.

They opened the grave.

You remember what they said about the burning.

Horrible.

But, you see, Alain...

It must have been a miracle, I suppose.

He was quite unmarked.

Not burnt at all.

Just my little boy, as he always was.

Except, dead.

At peace.

No, no, I...

I don't need comforting, Father.

I accept it.

I'm very sad, but at least I...

Before I knew...

When I was still hoping, I...

Do you know, I think I might have been going a little crazy.

Gabrielle Rouveure.

Teacher.

My sister's child says she's been going on about de Gaulle.

I'll get her to keep her ears open.

Good.

De Florindot. Union leader at the sawmill.

And a communist.

Let us hope that the Gaullists and the communists do not become friends.

Not a chance.

Talking of the sawmill, I've been approached by Madame Dufosse.

She's desperate for an Ausweis to attend a funeral with her young son.

Her grandfather.

Which is where?

Cannes. A Yidville on sea.

All her side of the family are down there. I did say I'd have a word.

I regret that I had to leave their most comfortable house.

The husband, of course, is pure French.

And the main employer here in Saint Josse.

Yes.

Besides...

...the wife may decide to remain with her own kind.

That will mean one less problem for us in the occupied zone.

Two, with the child.

Thank you.

Good health.

Prost.

I've got real work to do, you know.

Bed work.

Virtue is its own reward, Yves.

Virtue doesn't pay bills. Unlike the Germans.

You know that chair I repaired for Drexler?

It's sprung its legs again.

Call yourself a craftsman!

What? Nothing wrong with my work.

German backsides.

The Cinema Bijou is pleased to announce,

by kind permission of the occupying power,

a programme of cartoons and newsreels for the people of Saint Josse

will be screened at three o'clock.

Come early to avoid disappointment.

I think I remember it opening, the Bijou.

That was the evening before you scuttled away from this town.

Was it?

A real occasion, that was, a big event.

- The cinema opening? - Yeah.

Don't you flatter yourself.

I found Jesus.

Madame.

Don't wait. I'd hate that. Go back to work.

I'll miss you both.

It won't be for long.

Be a good boy.

Go on. Back to the mill.

Look after the business.

See? I am Jewish.

Sorry, Madame, very sorry.

You're in for an uncomfortable journey. There's a shortage of rolling stock.

This way.

I suppose she knows what she's doing.

But they're stricter on the Jews down south.

Pétain was quicker off the mark than Hitler.

Bet you wish the Sacred Heart had this son of turnout.

And you for your union meetings.

It's a full house down there, Grandad. Do you want any help?

- No. - Fair enough.

- How are you, Jim? - Jack.

You were supposed to be here 15 minutes ago.

I know. I've been upstairs with my grandad.

- Ihre FUfSe darunter nehmen. - What?

Put your feet down, please.

Oh, right.

Do as you're told. Don't want to get into trouble.

What a dick.

Vichy. And Maréchal Pétain personally welcomes schoolchildren

delivering their Christmas cards and greetings to the man who is France.

Soon putting his young guests at their ease,

the head of state was impressed by their understanding of the three guiding principles

work, family, homeland.

And these young French subjects, in their turn,

were delighted by the interest shown in their efforts by the vigorous victor of Verdun.

Vigorous? Vigorous as a tortoise.

Paris. In a solemn midnight ceremony,

a spontaneous gesture of respect by Germany, as the ashes of Napoleon ll,

repatriated from Austria, are at last interred on French soil.

We don't want ashes, you wanker. Give us some coal!

SOLDIER; Aus! Out!

~ Oi! \

Get off me! Get off!

Hooligans.

What is this? Bastards!

- Got the keys? - Yeah.

No, you lost them.

You what?

You had a hole in your pocket, right?

Right.

- See you later. - See you later.

Aug!

UN.!

Are you trying to get yourself shot?

Father!

- Where is he? - Thank you, Catherine.

Who?

He was seen around here.

Hey, it's OK.

The padre don't know nothing.

Sorry, your door was open.

You should be more careful, Father.

Yes, yes, you should be.

Have you seen the muck they've trodden in, Father?

How's your girlfriend? Héléne?

Have you had her yet?

I have.

She told me something different.

Boy.

Etienne!

Davaus m“ hm.

It wasn't my decision to make.

Etienne Rollinger will be tried by military tribunal on Monday week, December 30th.

For a brawl?

Can't the police deal with it?

Article 3, Occupation Regulations. Assault on a soldier of the Reich.

Monsieur Rollinger. Madame.

This is all so silly, Commissaire.

It's bloody daft. Something over nothing.

Young idiot. I'll give his arse a kick when I get hold of him.

Pierre!

Mam.

Héléne.

What's your old man after this time?

There's none of that brandy left.

No.

I could do him a couple of bottles of Pernod.

It's gone up a bit, though.

I'm er... I'm here for me.

Ah, right. Here.

Now... lipsticks.

Now you've got your flame red.

- Or not. - I don't want lipsticks.

Lucy Martin, my friend from Pontoil, she said that you helped her last year.

- I've got some stockings somewhere. - Please, Malo.

Lucy shouldn't go round shooting her mouth off like that.

She didn't. I'm the only one that knows, honest.

It's a sin, you know.

I know.

But it's my body and it's my soul and I want it back.

For me.

I'm desperate. I'll do it some other way, if you can't help me.

Can it wait a week or so?

Just.

This is the voice of free France, speaking to you from the BBC in London.

General de Gaulle has decided there is an opportunity

for all French men and women to show that they are united.

On January 1st, between the hours of three and four in the afternoon,

leave the streets of your towns and villages

and remain behind closed doors for that one hour.

Leave your streets to the enemy.

And whether alone or with your families or friends,

reflect on your oppression and look forward to your liberation.

Let this be a protest, both silent and strong.

Let it be the hour of hope.

Long live France.

Long live the Republic.

Amen to that.

This is the voice of free France.

A gift of bread, free and extra to the ration, to give welcome to 1941.

The... er... Ver1eilung?

- Distribution. - Yes.

To take place on New Year's Day.

I'm sure it will be much appreciated.

Thank you.

When, exactly?

We propose between three and four in the afternoon, exactly.

Unless that is inconvenient for any reason.

He's a cocky little sod at the best of times.

A few weeks in the glasshouse could be the making of him.

I still say we could have dealt with it.

Shall we go?

Let's.

Achtung!

Bitte heben Sie sich.

All stand.

Ubersetzen.

The witness states he suffered a broken nose. In addition, bad bruising...

I remind you to show respect to this tribunal.

It is for your benefit I translate.

Just get on with it.

The sooner you lock me up, the sooner I'll be out.

Wiederaufnehmen in 3O Minuten.

30 minutes.

- Malo! - You're looking well.

Oh, not so bad.

How are you?

Come and have a word.

This is Héléne.

Here.

Mam... 90.

Achtung!

Das Gericht...

Der Angeklagter ist schuldig.

This tribunal finds you guilty as charged.

Somit sind Sie zum Tode veruneilt.

Accordingly, you are sentenced to death.

Die Vollstreckung des Urteils findet morgen statt.

31 December 1940.

Acht U h r.

The sentence to be carried out tomorrow,

31st December 1940,

at 0800 hours.

The decision has been made and will not change.

- Have you tried? - I made clear my opinion, you can be sure.

But I have my duty. I'm sorry.

Sorry? He's a boy!

Father, please understand, there is nothing else you can do or say now. He will be executed.

I can't accept that. I won't allow it!

You won't allow it?

You? A French priest?

We are not your guests to be told how to behave.

We are not to be judged by you on how pleasant it is to have us in your town.

I remind you that France did not invite us to your country.

We invaded you! We defeated you!

We are not visitors, priest. We are victors!

So... if you wish, of course, you have permission to comfort that man.

Tell me, Major Drexler...

Yes?

How can you do this evil thing and still come to my church to pray?

Your church?

It is the same God we pray to, Renard.

Both of us.

I wonder.

Please, no theology.

On the subject of church...

I imagine you intend to make an address on this end of the year to your people.

There's a lot to say.

Make sure, then, that you speak of God,

not of politics.

Oh! Oh.

Happy now, are you? You stinking tan.

What?

Worth it, was it? For a bit of Boche dick?

What do you mean?

They're shooting him!

- They can't. - They are.

And all because you couldn't keep away from some bastard German!

You'll get yours one day, you wait!

Tan!

Go on, run, tan! Get out of it!

Run! Run!

No!

Bleiben Sie auf lhren Posten.

Weiterfahren.

Wetter.

- Is it happening? - Yes.

Bastards.

Wednesday will be for Etienne now.

- What? - New Year's Day.

Oh, that.

Anyone on the streets between three and four will be a traitor to France.

Or someone who just wants extra bread.

It's time this town made up its mind which side it's on.

Why the hell didn't you tell me? Either of you!

- If you can't say anything useful... - I'm her father! I had a right to know.

Here.

I don't want to sleep.

The doctor said you should.

No.

I'll kill that bloody German! And Gagnepain!

Stay away from Alois. Don't you dare tell him!

Ssh.

She's right.

Stay away.

And Malo only did what she asked.

You didn't have to risk...

You silly girl.

Why didn't you just wait and go away to the nuns like your mother said?

I didn't think it deserved to be born.

You tell them, Father.

I can't.

It was rape.

Oh, my poor girl.

My poor little girl!

You knew.

You knew and you didn't tell us!

- I made him promise. - You had no right to keep it from us!

Albert!

- If you had any balls, you'd come with me! - Where?

I'm gonna do for that bastard! I mean it!

It wasn't Alois!

It wasn't Alois!

It was Etienne.

And now they're killing him tomorrow.

I've just killed...

I want my baby back.

I want it back.

I'm going to see him.

What shall I say?

I still hate him.

It's not time.

- It's not time? - No.

No, Etienne, no.

Why are you here, then?

To be with you, if you want.

No prayers.

No priest's stuff. I don't want it.

No.

No, I'm just here to listen, if you'd like.

Confess my sins?

Make my peace with God?

Not if you don't want.

Is there anything you'd like me to say to your parents?

I've said it.

I've told them I don't want any special Mass or any of that shit.

Isn't that something for them?

I suppose.

Will it help?

I believe so.

As long as it's for them.

Not for me.

I can't guarantee you won't get a mention.

Why are they killing me, Father?

L...haven't got an answer.

You know what I think?

I think it's anyone who's different.

That's what I think.

You wait.

What's the time?

I... I haven't got my watch.

I do want to tell you something.

Not confess.

Just...

Just tell you.

Is it about Héléne?

I know.

I'm so... very... sorry.

Please tell her that.

I don't know why I...

Yes, I do.

I just wanted...

I got so angry with her.

With everything.

All this stuff that goes on.

This shitty world we live in!

I'll try to make her understand.

I promise.

Out, priest.

Achtung!

Zum Schoss. Fenig.

Anlegen!

Fire!

Father.

I thought you might like me to sit with you, Augustin.

Just for a short while.

Seven months ago, I returned to serve this town,

which bore me and nourished me and made me what I am.

I urged you then, at the moment of the fall of our beloved country,

to seek the best in each other, not the worst.

But, sometimes, the worst can be all too evident.

The worst in all of us,

French or not.

I am your priest, of course,

not a politician.

All I can do is remind you

that evil is a very real presence.

Everywhere.

Always.

But it can be beaten.

The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil

is for good men to do nothing!

In Saint Josse du Bois, as in communities all over France...

...we have faced a profound test of faith.

Of our faith in God.

Our faith in each other.

Faith in our common humanity.

So,

as we enter this new year...

...let us keep faith.

Let our thoughts and prayers

be with those who have suffered so dreadfully,

and in so many different ways.

Let us seek God's guidance...

...that when we decide to do our "something"

to cheat evil of its triumph,

we act according to our consciences.

I wish you all a better new year.

Oh, yes.

Those of you whose children attend my little Sunday group,

I rather foolishly forgot to tell them the text to look at for next week.

"Man doth not live by bread alone."

"Man doth not live by bread alone."

Catherine. Gaston. Enjoying your stroll?

Very much, thank you.

Mind you, I think it might get a bit nippy for us just before three.

You know, I was thinking the same thing.

I wouldn't be surprised if it didn't turn nice again about four.

Nor me.

I've never seen this many out on New Year's Day before.

A most welcome gesture.

Yes.

Stan walking, Grandad. You're not so quick now.

My wife, I'm afraid, has a headache. Otherwise...

Otherwise she'd have been at the front of the queue.

I'm sure.

Well... but you are here.

Me?

Of course, of course.

Excuse me.

The very front, Monsieur le Mayor, the very front.

I brought you some firewood.

To warm up that miserable pile you inhabit.

Thank you, brother.

It's not much.

But it is something.

Drexler's chair?

Broke my heart.

Almost.

Right, that's it.

Everybody back inside. Nobody out again until four o'clock on the dot.

And then we'll be as cheerful and noisy and...

bloody French, as we can be!

Come!

Renard!

Augustin?

He can't.

Tische, Brote, alles wegréumen.