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Here, taste this. It's 1932.

A pretty amber color...

Isn't it?

There's a fragrance of...hazelnut.

...of nutmeg.

Yes. Aromas of toast, don't you think? It's typical of Vin Jaune.

This really is the blood of the earth.

Deep...deep like the kiss of a woman one loves.

Yes.

Could you get me some bottles, Monsieur Schwartz?

Ah, no problem. But by now you can call me Raymond.

It'll be easier.

Raymond, call me Helmut.

That's a bit more complicated. In any case, it makes me feel strange.

But I'll try, Helmut.

Don't send them to the Kommandantur. I'll come and get them, and pay of course.

There's no question of that, it's a gift.

Is there someone in the factory?

No, no.

Well, thank you for these moments spent together, Raymond.

Maybe one day after the war, I could have you taste the wine my cellar at Heidelberg.

That would be a great pleasure.

A car stopped, and then fled.

I going to go back.

I'll see you out.

Send my best wishes to your wife.

I won't fail to do that, Helmut.

We need to organize a dinner with...

Schwartz Dirty Yid

- What does Youpin mean? - Jew!

It's completely absurd. I'm not Jewish.

I assure you, Kommandant. I'm not Jewish.

You must clean it off immediately, Monsieur Schwartz.

Good evening.

Wait. You'll see. The guard will hear from me!

Monsieur Schwartz.

Your Name Sounds A Bit Jewish

This story is insane.

To be called a Jew!

Do you have any idea who did it?

It's a pity the soldiers missed it. It's dry...

One of your employees?

No. My employees want to keep their jobs. I don't see why they'd do such kind of thing.

Thank you, Sarah.

In any case, you'll have to make a complaint.

I don't think that's a good idea. It'll draw attention to me.

From my viewpoint, the lesser said...

But if you do nothing, how do you know it won't start again?

Sarah!

Sarah, you haven't brought any strawberry jam.

You told me yesterday that you preferred the orange marmalade for breakfast, Madame.

No, but yesterday was yesterday, Sarah. If I want to change to jam, it's my right, okay?

I'll bring it out, Madame.

She's getting worse and worse.

I don't know. If I were Jewish right now, I'd watch myself!

Thank you, Sarah.

In any case, Von Ritter was damned pissed.

Obviously.

The best solution is to publish a denial in the "Villeneuvois"...

"No I'm not Jewish". Then you'll see.

With a denial, you're making a mountain out...

The graffiti has been cleaned. I gave soap to the caretaker.

Normally that should kill the story.

Let's hope so.

The radio's yours?

Yes. I tried to take it apart, but obviously I'm no good at it.

I can repair it if you want.

No. I don't want to bother you with that.

Not at all, it's a pleasure.

Lucienne.

Excuse me?

Excuse me, I didn't want to rush you.

Tomorrow night Bruckner's 9th Symphony is on Radio Paris.

It's my favorite.

So we'll have to repair the set before tomorrow night.

How are you, Mademoiselle Lucienne?

Yes, Gregory.

Herr Leutnant.

Just Feldwebel, Gregory. Just Feldwebel.

It's too hard to say Leutnant. Too hard to say.

I should leave now.

As for repairs, could we say after duties tonight at 9:00 o'clock?

9:00 o'clock?

Perhaps that's too late?

No, no. I'll be ready.

It won't take long?

Not even 10 minutes.

Because I have to go to bed early.

I understand. Me too. I have to see soldiers at 9:30.

Right...9:00 o'clock.

9:00 o'clock.

So you're here?

We arrested a black market dealer.

- I have a pheasant Paté, Judith, like butter! - Henri!

What's this?

They're from Belgium. I met them in the street, and they asked for the station.

Henri, they don't have papers.

With their appearance, they would have been arrested in 10 minutes.

We don't want to disturb you, Monsieur...

if you want, we can pay you.

One second please. Come with me.

What were you thinking of? Are you oblivious, or what?

Look, I wasn't thinking. I couldn't leave them like that!

I'm sorry for coming here. But it was closer than my place.

What do you want to do with them?

Get them across the Line. They have family in Nice. They must take the boat.

Judith, I can't get people like this across the Line!

Well, find someone who can.

But what are you doing about it?

It seems to me that you don't want to get involved?

Because they're Jews, like you. Is that it?

That's a petty thing to say.

No. It's true. It's like that.

Okay. Stop sulking.

It's true. When I get home, I'm exhausted.

I don't expect to find four Jews on the run.

I know!

Excuse me Monsieur, where is the restroom?

- On the landing, young man. - Thank you.

How's it going?

Good day, Inès.

Good day, Monsieur Schwartz.

Why haven't you taken the oak logs away?

Well, you know that Monsieur Marcel left on delivery for two days.

Ah yes, that's true.

Otherwise, Monsieur Mazaret is here. He's waiting in your office.

- Bring me the contracts. - Very good.

How are you?

Sorry for being late but I had to go to the Préfecture.

Soon that's all we'll do. Fill out forms.

So...coffee?

No, thank you.

So...Inès, the contracts.

Thanks. So there only remains confirmation of the schedule, and delivery allocation.

Monsieur Schwartz, I'm sorry, but I'll have to cancel the order.

That's out of the question. I just received the oak logs.

Yes, but listen, I made some bad investments, and times are hard.

All the same, an agreement is an agreement.

In as much as we didn't actually sign...

We've worked together for ten years!

I trust in your word...

- And I had confidence in your word, until I learned that... - What?

Well...you're Jewish.

I have nothing against you people, but...

if the mill's Aryanized to one of my my competitors, I'll be back to square one.

I'm not Jewish. It that okay, Monsieur Mazaret?

Oh you know, there's no smoke without fire.

I'm sorry, Monsieur Schwartz, but I can't take the risk.

Yes, but if Mazaret no longer wants to close the sale, what do you want me to do?

I advanced money for the logs.

Mazaret knows it very well, he just doesn't want to pay me.

I don't want to intervene in commercial disputes. I'd be spending day and night at it.

There are courts for that.

If I lose the Mazaret order, I'll have to lay off half my employees.

Unemployment doesn't concern you?

But why, in your opinion, did he cancel the order?

Stupidity. Someone wrote "Schwartz Yid" on the front of the mill.

...And suddenly everyone thinks I'm Jewish.

- Which you are not? - No!

We were married in church. Marceau has had his first communion. Right?

Do you have the birth certificates of your grandparents?

No, my mother's parents were born in Algeria.

Ah, yes. But without the certificates, I...

Post a denial in the press.

No. If I were a Mazaret, reading four lines in

the paper wouldn't make me change my mind. Correct?

- Well... - What?

Get a certificate of not being Jewish from an authorized physician.

Authorized by whom?

By Vichy, or the Germans.

There's a list.

Is there one of those doctors in Villeneuve?

No. In Besançon. But if I insist, I can get him to come here.

- A certificate!? - You produce that to the Mazaret.

I'll see.

If you decide, let me know as soon as possible...

if you want him to come to Villeneuve.

Thank you.

Lucienne, close your eyes, and open your mouth.

No, this isn't a joke, it's an order from your Headmaster.

So?

It's very good.

It's good, eh?

Home-made by my mother, Madame Bériot.

Honey, hazelnuts and Plan B.

Well, your mother knows how to do it.

Oh, but you know, I don't manage too badly.

That's rare for a man.

I can make you a dinner if you want.

Even if there's absolutely nothing to make it with?

Why not?

Tonight, right?

Ah no. I can't tonight.

Tomorrow?

No. Tomorrow I'm not here.

I'm going to stay with my sister in Besançon. She's still unwell.

Well, tonight then. But let's eat early, very early.

At 7:30.

At 7:30. Good, I'll leave you then.

You'll enjoy it.

Ah. It's not possible to give me notice of a meeting like that!

In the morning for the same evening. Moreover I have to cross the Line.

I've got you an ID though.

You've no one else but me in Villeneuve?

No. For now I don't have many people.

Since Thèo was arrested, I don't have an alternative, so I improvise.

Have you any news of him?

No.

He's at the Security service in Dijon.

Anyway he knew nothing compromising apart from some letterboxes...

...which we don't use any longer, or the fact we had an agent in Essarts.

Do you think Marchetti is continuing his investigation into the network?

No. That's the good news. He was transferred to Dijon.

That gives me some breathing space.

So what happened? Why did you ask me to come over?

I have a problem on my back.

A Jewish family needs to get across to the Unoccupied Zone.

I need someone trustworthy. They increased patrols on the Line.

You want me to make a passage across the Line!

Oh no, not you!

The guy you told me had tried to rescue the British pilot in October.

But I don't know where he is.

I went to the cabin last month, it was empty.

Shit!

They're at my home. I can't keep them.

You really don't know anyone who can get them across?

Yes...

Possibly my husband.

He's often crossed to sell on the black market. I learned of it and told him to stop.

He knows the right path.

And he knows how to hold his tongue?

It's getting him to talk at all, that's difficult.

Well, I mean, can he do it without question?

He's not an idiot. He'll obviously suspect something.

It's up to you.

Okay, well listen, if he agrees, you'll meet here tomorrow at exactly 3:00 o'clock.

There will be someone accompanying the family, and you'll pick them up from this person.

But you'll wait for me. Okay?

Go on!

Good evening Sarah.

Good evening Monsieur.

Is there any cognac left?

Not much, Monsieur.

Well, get me what there is.

What are you doing here?

Ah well, that's who it is. Your father's out and about?

Take care of him, huh.

Yes, this is my pal.

And he's...?

My pal is Capitaine Carrot.

Good. Well I'll leave you pals.

Can we take the rabbit to my room?

Yes, of course.

They are so cute with their rabbit.

I've just put the phone down with Papa.

Ah good.

Did you call him?

Well, it's still his business.

I had to tell him of the Mazaret affair.

What did he say?

That we should immediately publish a denial in the press, of course!

No. It's out of the question. It's useless and I find it pathetic.

Thank you very much, Sarah.

Will you take something, Madame?

No thank you Sarah.

I didn't really want soup tonight. Find something else for the entrée.

Yes Madame.

Yes, I told Papa you wouldn't publish a denial.

And what he told me was...

with this story going around, having a Jewish servant in the house is not ideal.

We're not letting Sarah go!

No. I'm just telling you what Papa said.

Definitely not.

Alternatively, he suggested that I become manager of the mill.

What?

He suggested that I become manager of the mill.

That's the best yet!

Like that, if something goes wrong, we're sure to avoid Aryanization.

But there is no Aryanization. I'm not Jewish! This is incredible!

Raymond, if ill-willed people think that.

You know how far it could go in the current situation.

Listen, Jeanine.

Your father bought the mill at Jurvis, and he's the majority owner, okay.

But it's me that made it what it is today, over the last 10 years.

It's out of the question for me to give my place to anyone, even you.

So what do you suggest?

Papa isn't going to let you off with that.

I may have a solution.

Servier is offering me a medical examination for an Official Certificate that I'm not Jewish.

What does it consist of?

I don't know.

It consists of measuring your body, your head, your nose...

That's it. Whatever.

And you're ready to submit to it?

At least it's private.

It's not like something in the newspapers.

And if it can calm your father...

But it's not my father who needs calming down, it's the customers.

Well then, where were you? I was starting to worry.

I helped Angèle to sort her wood.

She gave me some artichokes.

Talk about a gift.

You'll see. I'll mash them, they're not bad.

Well if you make them, perhaps.

You're more and more beautiful, you know.

Returning home, I met Simone.

She's a seamstress I met at Seurre a few months ago.

She's trying to get some Jews into the Unoccupied Zone.

Family friends, I think.

I promised to talk to you about it.

This is something...passing Jews over.

The Boches don't laugh at that.

If you get caught it's forced labor.

Yes, but you've already tweaked the Boches' noses.

You know the crossings better than anyone.

And this time it will be for a good cause.

What cause?

Who is she, your seamstress Simone?

Marie, you're asking me to do something serious here.

You're not telling me stories, now?

I can't tell you anything.

You do stuff like that!

Heck, I never expected that.

You know, I miss the kids.

I wonder if we couldn't bring them back to the farm.

That way we'd be as we were before.

A family.

Yes, maybe in September.

Okay, okay...I'll do it.

...getting your Jews across.

I'll do it.

Thank you.

Thank you.

So, you liked this little pigeon with prunes?

It was delicious.

No, no, no. Leave them Lucienne.

Don't tell me you've something else prepared.

For a good meal, you need a good dessert.

An 'Ersatz à la Bériot', it's a kind of cake.

Monsieur Bériot, I have to go to bed early, because tomorrow morning...

Oh, it'll not be long. A bite...

some herbal tea. What's so important tomorrow?

It's a secret.

I love secrets. I also have a secret, you know.

No. You don't know. Otherwise it wouldn't be a secret.

This is very good. Is this your secret?

No, that's not my secret.

My secret...is here!

How did you do that?

Oh that's nothing. Just a little illusionist trick. The important thing isn't the trick.

What is it?

It's the ring.

Monsieur Bériot...

Call me Jules.

I can't accept it.

There's someone in your life. Is it me?

No. It's not you.

I don't want to get married.

That's all.

Oh, why?

Because a house, children, that's not for me.

That's absurd, you love children.

Excuse me. I have to go.

Thank you. Thank you.

Really, thank you for this meal.

Thank you and thank you for...I'll see you tomorrow.

No. Tomorrow I'm not here, I told you.

Ah yes. Enjoy your stay in Besançon.

Straighten up.

Head straight.

So, hairline...

low, hair thick and brown.

uniform white complexion...

the lower lip seems neither Semitic nor Negroid...

Indo-European ears, Type B.

Show me your...

Put your head back.

A little more.

Naso-labial area. That's the real Jewish trap. I've seen some...

who still had their foreskin, but the naso-labial gap unmasks them without firing a shot.

So, don't move too much. It's not easy. That's it.

Nash-labial gap: 3.2 cm.

Which is to be compared with the frontal occipital.

The real problem is the Jews of Turkey.

Their frontal occipital isn't really discriminating.

But most of the time...

they retain some Negroid features.

So now, tilt your head forward.

Fully.

Can you tilt your head forward, Monsieur Schwartz?

We'll stop right there!

Excuse me?

I said, "We'll stop right there."

- But I haven't finished... - I know.

I'm getting dressed.

What were you up to. I've been waiting for an hour!

I had problems at the Line.

In these things, you should allow a margin.

Excuse me.

I've a very important appointment and I'll be late. In my job being late isn't good.

What's your job?

They're over there.

Try to convince the mother to stop singing.

If someone comes by...

Goodbye.

Good day.

Is it you who'll get us across?

No. But don't worry, you won't be long in going.

Do you have something to eat, for my children?

No, I'm sorry.

Sarah?

Sarah!

Yes, Madame.

I don't understand. We're missing ration coupons for cloth, coffee and meat.

But you must be mistaken, I check every day...

Stop contradicting me, Sarah. It's starting to irritate me.

No, but I...

This morning, there was still a full sheet for coffee...

and now there's only half a sheet.

And meat. I don't know how many there were but now there are none!

I don't know what to tell you, Madame.

Well, I know what to tell you, Sarah.

There's only you and me who know where these coupons are kept.

And as it's not me...

You're surely not accusing me, though?

Do you have another explanation?

No!

Stealing your mistress's coupons!

Really.

This time I've had enough, take a week's notice.

But what will become of me, Madame?

You should have thought of that before becoming a thief, my dear!

You'll just have to go back to your parents. Anyway, you've a week to think about it.

I'm not waiting a week, Madame.

I have my dignity.

That's news to me!

What's happening?

Sarah left, slamming the door.

I get scolded when I slam the door.

Will she come back?

So Monsieur l'Epicier, what do you have that's good?

I've nothing. Only poor stuff.

But you need coupons, even for poor stuff.

I've plenty of coupons.

So what do you want to buy?

Potatoes, cheese...

bread and flour.

- Bread and flour... - Bread and flour.

Hey, you'll empty my shop.!

Don't you know there's a war on.

Sarah Meyer.

Alphonse, forward this to the Prosecutor.

What are you doing, dear?

Do you know her, boss?

She's the maid at the Schwartz'. Right?

Yes. Jewish. Didn't register in the Census, was hanging around in the street and...

and according to Marchetti's report, ran around with a shifty lot,

the whistlers in the cinema, remember?

That's chicken feed.

Yes, well I called Madame Schwartz and she said Mademoiselle had stolen ration coupons.

But that's not true.

Why would Madame Schwartz invent it?

Well yes, stealing ration coupons is serious.

I'll see to it.

Identity card.

Come into my office, please.

Go on!

Sit down.

The story of the theft is true?

Of course not!

Stealing ration coupons!

No. The truth is that Monsieur is having trouble due to his surname.

I learned that.

So Madame just wanted to get rid of me...

Where are you planning to go?

I don't know.

Do you still have your parents?

They're in Marseilles.

For two months letters were returned as "Not known at this address".

I'll have to go there.

I may have a way to get you across the Line.

But you have to decide right away.

What will you be when you grow up?

I'm already grown up.

So what do you do, then?

I look after a farm.

What do you do the rest of the time?

There's no time left when you look after a farm. It's all the time, all your life.

You didn't study then?

You didn't go to school.

No. I stopped at 14.

Like my cousin. He stopped, but it's because he's stupid.

My wife is worried.

When will we go?

We must wait, Monsieur. I know it's not easy, but we must wait.

Children, come to the table.

Good evening.

Sarah isn't here?

No. I sacked her.

What?

Raymond, she stole our ration coupons!

So Jewish, okay. Impertinent still okay. But a thief, no!

She stole some coupons...

Sit down.

Where's she gone?

Well I don't know, it doesn't concern me.

You know, I could have complained to the Police when they called.

Why did they call?

They picked her up, I don't know where...

For an infraction, I don't know what.

Still, you didn't say she'd stolen?

Yes...

But I didn't lay a complaint.

You're not eating?

Go on Marceau. Eat, or it's going to get cold.

Gustave, sit up straight.

I'm not hungry, mother.

He's sly.

Did your medical examination go well?

No. I stopped it and left.

It really bothers me about Sarah.

- But if you left, the doctor would believe that... - I'm Jewish, yes.

I'm going to counter-attack.

Using the only weapon left, Von Ritter.

If he thinks you're Jewish, then you're talking about some weapon.

Where will Sarah go mother?

Don't worry about it darling, eat up.

Eat!

Lucienne.

Lucienne.

I'm not interrupting you?

No, I...I'm reading.

I thought...in fact, I love Bruckner too.

It's on in 5 minutes.

Come in.

Excuse the mess. I didn't expect to see you.

Monsieur Bériot is in Besançon. Right?

Yes, he's at his sister's.

She's not well.

It'll start soon, right?

We've missed the beginning.

It doesn't matter, we know it anyway.

Are you okay?

Yes, yes. Fine. Yes. Fine. Go ahead

Is it still a long way?

We're almost there.

Thank you for taking me with them.

It's natural.

One more person makes no difference.

Anyway.

Between us. Was it Madame Schwartz or Monsieur Schwartz who gave you a week's notice?

It was her...

He's nice.

Besides, you know that as well as me, right?

He let her dismiss you like that?

He wasn't there.

You know, he's got lots of problems right now.

Really?

Wait.

Wait for me here.

Didn't you say four?

It's the Schwartz' young maid, she was sacked.

One more doesn't make any difference!

Good. We have to go.

We'll go through the wood.

I'll wait for you at the farm.

What time will you be there?

Enough time to get them to Seurres, and then back. Not before 8:00 or 9:00 o'clock.

Good. We have to go.

Good going. Go, go. Don't worry. It's okay.

Thank you.

Good luck.

You too.

Good. Come on!

Thank you. Thank you

Halt!

Wait. Don't shoot, it's me, the Headmaster.

You know me.

Monsieur Bériot.

Yes, but I smashed up my face.

Bike, Kaputt.

Come in. Quickly!

Thank you.

Lucienne.

Lucienne it's Jules.

You've returned?

Yes. You're going to laugh, I fell into a ditch.

Are you hurt?

No, I'm okay. But the bike has less to laugh about. I had to walk back.

Lucienne, I was taking coffee to my mother. I don't drink it so...

I thought I'd rather give you the packet.

Because with all this, I don't know when I'll get back to see her.

Well, can you leave it by the door. I'm sick and can't open it.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Do you want me to make you a herbal tea?

No. No. I just need to rest.

Yes. Good. Rest well then, Lucienne. See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

I've got to go. I'll go across between two sentries.

Come on.

It's me.

You can put away the knife.

Damn stupid, you frigging scared me.

Me too.

I thought it was the Fritz.

But watch out, they're only yards away.

You should wait before moving on.

This weighs more than it looks.

It's going to break my back.

How's business?

Not bad. And you, okay?

Okay. What have you got, let's see.

Ducks, rabbits, chickens.

Those are my chickens.

You got them at Bourg Market?

You saw my wife then?

No.

Bourg Market was canceled.

Eh?

Well, the Fritz's were doing manoeuvres in the area, I don't much know why...

So the Mayor canceled it.

Right, so how did you get the chickens?

It was your boss, Schwartz, who sold them to me.

He sold them to me for very little.

In the middle of the road.

It was very strange.

Next to Saint Antoine Mill. You know, down there.

Yes.

Okay pal. I've got to go now.

Bye.

The slut.

The whore.

There's something bloody wrong about this.

I knew it. I knew it.

What do we do? Are we going?

What's wrong? You look strange.

Okay. Go back and hide.

Go back there, I tell you.

Could you tell Kreiskommandant Von Ritter that Raymond Schwartz wants to see him?

Not free today.

It's Raymond Schwartz.

Not free.

I'm one of his contractors, it's urgent.

Not free.

Okay. Can you give him a message?

Ask him to call me, or drop by the sawmill.

Here.

Ah, Monsieur Schwartz, there's a gentleman to see you. A certain Cabernis.

He said he had to visit the sawmill and he's already started. He's with Monsieur Jean.

Thank you, Inès.

Monsieur.

Louis Cabernis of the Aryanization Office.

Thank you, Jean.

See you soon.

You look the part, what do you want?

That's a Jewish trick. Asking a questions when you know the answer.

Monsieur Schwartz, right?

Monsieur Schwartz. As you know, Jews are no longer authorized to run a business.

Your sawmill will be Aryanized. I'm here to do the preliminary report.

And what makes you think I'm Jewish?

The report of Doctor Brochart. Subject Expert with the French and German courts.

You've been damned quick with this report.

Right, if you don't mind, I'd like to continue the tour.

You know what I think?

I think you know the people who wrote "Schwartz Yid" the other night.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You don't know what I'm talking about!

Take your report and bugger off!

I'm warning you, you're heading for big trouble. These are official documents.

Ah it's official, is it?

So?

You're such a smart ass, eh?

You filthy Yid.

I am sure I'll be decorated, for shooting you in the leg.

You have no idea, it won't be just your sawmill that we take. Your home...

your savings, your furniture, everything. Everything!

You're going to find yourself on the street with your bitch and your brats.

I've just been violently attacked by a Jew.

I'm from the Aryanization Office, Kommandant.

Jew? Monsieur Schwartz?

Here.

You insinuate that the Wehrmacht is working with Jews.

Well, the name Schwartz is a bit Jewish, nonetheless, eh?

There are many Schwartz in the Ruhr, Monsieur.

Do you think that the Ruhr is populated by Jews?

I also have a cousin who's called Schwartz, Nicolaus Schwartz.

Do you think I have Jewish cousins?

No. Well, not at all, I'll leave you.

Thank you.

Don't thank me. There are people like that in every country in the world, alas.

Anyway, Raymond, I also have a favor to ask. "Give-Give" as you say in French.

We have to reinforce a whole series of military trenches in the region...

This represents more than 20 kilometers of wood.

For now, I can't give you more details. It's a military secret.

But you'd receive specific plans of what we need.

Could you do it?

Obviously, yes.

Is Lorrain here?

No.

I'm concerned, he's not returned.

What?

The others were arrested.

The Boches shot and the little boy is dead.

The other four are in the cells.

- And Lorrain? - I don't know.

I spoke with the German cops who arrested them.

Obviously I'm sorry to tell you this, Marie...

But Lorrain abandoned them.

I have to consider your husband a traitor. He can betray us at any time,

like he betrayed them.

He did that against me.

Why do you say that?

I've deceived him for months with Monsieur Schwartz.

He must have found out.

Oh God!

What exactly does he know of your activities?

I told him a fib, but...

he didn't believe me

That's all I said.

But I think he knows I'm doing something.

Does he know about the Chapelle Saint Christophe?

No.

My name?

No.

But we don't know what Sarah told them.

No. I trust little Sarah, she'll not talk.

But we must find Lorrain, Marie.

Quickly. We must find him fast.

And if we find him, then what do we do?