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We can't do that, Major.

I beg your pardon?

Killing families in front of our children?

I command you!

It's a direct order.

I can't do it.

I won't do it.

Why do I have to do everything myself?

There's no train!

We dispose of the Jews and we're off!

Tell your men to move away.

- Come on! - Alban! Xavier!

Are you insane?

Run!

Come on!

Come on!

A French Town

If they find us, they'll kill us.

But I mean...

you were with them, right?

If I hadn't killed the German chief, you'd be dead.

Am I supposed to say "thank you"?

There's an abandoned farm nearby.

We'll stay there for a moment.

Come on, let's go.

I need to change your bandages.

It will relieve your pain.

I will take care of you.

He doesn't want to be taken care of.

He can't just stay like that.

Why not?

He knows he's going to die.

You can't lose hope.

I think...

he was burnt in a tank.

He can't speak anymore.

He probably can't eat either.

With a little bit of luck

and time...

every wound can heal.

Give me your hand.

If it doesn't bother you to...

take the hand of a German soldier.

No.

You know, I met a German soldier.

At the beginning of the war.

Here...

in this school.

He was lucky.

What is his name?

Kurt.

Kurt Wagner.

He's a Feldwebel.

He left for the Russian front in 41.

For his own good, I hope he didn't stay long.

I haven't heard from him in three years.

It's like wounds.

You must have faith.

In luck...

and time.

Sometimes, I think he'll come back.

That he's going to show up...

in the middle of a class.

Or during playtime.

I imagine the look in his eyes.

I imagine him smiling.

I wonder what he's like in civilian clothes.

I always saw him in his uniform.

I told you Marchetti was a piece of shit.

Shut up!

That Kraut wanted us to kill in front of our families.

Marchetti was brave enough to do what I should've done!

What about the Jews? What happened to them?

I don't know.

We could have kept them as hostages.

Who cares about the Jews? What are we going to do?

There's no train. We'll never get to Belfort.

The nearest border is 60 miles away.

On foot?

The border's not our lifeline.

- Villeneuve is. - What?

Schneider left three trucks.

You want to go back to Villeneuve?

What's the risk?

The Allies, the Maquis, fighting with our families around.

We have to part ways with them.

Part ways?

They'll stay here with two men and food.

We go to the school, take the trucks and come back.

What if things go wrong in Villeneuve?

And we don't come back?

Our families will be safer without us.

He's right. We'll leave in one hour.

Medium-sized light weapons.

Full ammo.

I'll find the best way to get to the school. Come with me.

Who's the man you're travelling with?

Apparently, you know more about him than I do.

Answer the question.

A German officer.

Hans Steiger.

You're OK with him being an SS?

As long as he pays.

Times are hard, you know.

Aren't you scared of having

trouble when the Germans leave?

We were going to Switzerland.

The fresh air is good for my lungs.

You look quite healthy to me.

Thank you.

Did you know his name isn't Steiger?

I didn't ask to see his ID.

What is his name?

He won't tell us. But maybe you will.

I've only known him for ten days!

That would improve your situation.

What's wrong with my situation?

Girlfriend of a runaway SS officer.

If we hand you over to the Resistance,

I fear for your lungs.

I'm not his girlfriend. He paid me for two weeks, tops!

You'll tell that to the FFI. They're not very understanding

with women who...

Do you smoke?

It's not good for my lungs.

Come on.

Tell me his real name and I'll let you go.

It's important that we identify this guy.

Especially if he's an SD. Is he?

- I don't know? - His name?

I'm not going to make it up! I don't know it!

The guy picked me up in a bar. He's nice and rich.

That's all I know. I swear!

Alright.

We're going to keep you for a while, but there's...

What are you going to do to him?

Are you interested?

That's funny.

He promised me 50,000 F. I would like to get it.

You can kiss that money goodbye.

Hortense.

No!

Don't shoot!

I'm his father!

Don't shoot!

Go away!

I'm a good collaborator!

I worked with the Wehrmacht!

I said go away!

I speak German!

I'm your friend!

Let me talk to your major!

I'm a doctor!

I can help you!

I know where to find medicines!

Doctor?

Yes.

I'm a doctor!

Who do you think he looks like?

I don't know.

Not my mother.

And I didn't know my father.

- Didn't you ever see a photo of him? - No, not even that.

Mom kept no trace. She didn't like to speak about him.

He looks like me, doesn't he?

That's my forehead.

Those are my eyes, too.

Let's move away. I don't want him to wake up.

Listen, I want to thank you for what you did.

Don't.

- Thanks for him. - He's my son, Rita.

You don't have to thank me.

He's not your son.

He's a boy without a father.

- Is that what you told him? - No.

- He's not even 2. - You'll tell him that?

I don't know.

Every child needs a father.

You didn't have a father.

Or maybe it was another of your lies?

I lied to you about one thing only.

I didn't have a choice.

Because I didn't have a father, I would like him to have one.

Or at least to know he does.

Do you think he'll be happy knowing it was you?

A cop and a collaborator?

- All the cops are collaborators. - A Jew murderer?

I was obeying orders. That's all.

- Like all the cops. - Not all the cops.

A Swiss officer arrested me

with David last year at the border.

He hid me for two months.

Despite the orders.

I've hidden you too.

You wanted to sleep with me.

Because he didn't?

I didn't just want to sleep with you, Rita.

I wanted to marry you.

I've thought about you every day for two years.

Every day.

You're the only thing that keeps me alive.

- I'm not a thing, Jean. - I'm sorry.

I know that's how you see people.

Objects that you can manipulate.

That is not true.

You have no feelings for me?

I feel revulsion and contempt.

I don't believe you.

It can't be true.

If you know what is true,

then stop asking questions.

He's hungry. I have nothing to give him.

We need to find some food.

Listen, Rita.

You're all alone. You have no money, no papers.

Let me help you.

I know it will change nothing about how you feel but...

I want to help you.

Please.

Your son is a black market seller, doctor.

I hate people who trade on the black market.

I'm not his son.

He's my nephew.

His father was executed last year.

- I'm taking care of him. - You take care of nothing!

Do you want to end up like your father?

It's easy, you know.

I just have to give an order and that's it.

Is that what you want?

Then...

shut up.

Shut up!

You'll be alright, Helmuth.

What happened?

A group of terrorists attacked us...

while I was going for a pee.

We will take care of you. Go!

You'll be fine!

Can you operate on him, doctor?

Maybe. I have to examine him.

Then hurry up.

In retaliation, choose five guys at random and kill them!

If you do that, I won't operate on him.

Excuse me?

I won't take care of anyone if you keep killing people.

You know what?

I don't have time. You're going to do as I say.

You're not going to save that guy

by killing me.

Very well.

Very well.

You will have to do it for him, doctor.

Save Helmuth's life.

Or else, this boy will join his father.

Ah, doctor.

Many wounded need your help.

You're back in Villeneuve?

Get going!

There's an emergency.

Can you assist me in surgery?

What do I need to do?

You mustn't be afraid of blood.

I'll be fine.

Remember at the church, in 1940?

You broke down. You abandoned me.

- We're not in 1940 anymore, doctor. - Good. Get some hot water.

Don't worry.

You were arrested with Muller?

They took him. I don't know where.

To Dijon, probably.

Do you think they'll kill him?

Not the Americans. But I'm not sure about the French.

Do they know who you are?

No.

They really want to identify Heinrich.

They're obviously after the SDs.

What are you doing here?

They found a pass that Schneider had given me.

Now they think I'm some sort of spy.

It's funny.

Me, a prostitute. You, a spy...

They're wrong about both of us.

Men are always wrong.

They always do us wrong, so...

You know, we never talked about

what happened with Philippe... - That's in the past.

He blackmailed me. He forced me.

He died a natural death. End of discussion.

Did you love him?

Sometimes.

But he was a man with no future.

A brilliant, charming, futureless man.

That's the worst kind.

You would rather have a stupid, homely man with a future?

Men are so stupid.

Deep down...

we don't want much.

That's true.

Why can't they give it to us?

They probably don't know how.

We should tell them.

We can't reveal our biggest secret!

We would have nothing left.

We understand one another.

Mrs. Deschamps.

Yes.

You're going to Dijon.

Please! No, no.

- You informed on people. - They'll kill me.

Do you hear me? They'll kill me!

Captain, please!

Mrs. Parmentier.

Yes.

We're checking your identity.

When we've finished, you can leave.

You!

It's OK, you can go.

Jeannine Chassagne. Is she here?

It's me.

That's not the name you gave us.

You're Schwartz.

Yes, but I remarried.

So you're Jeannine Chassagne?

Yes. Did my father call?

- Your father? - Yes.

The FFI of Besançon want you.

Wait...

Call my father. He's an important man.

I don't care.

Call her father. He was a secretary of State!

I don't have time for that.

I can give you information.

Something you'll be interested in.

Her real name is Hortense Larcher.

She's with Heinrich Muller, SD of Villeneuve.

Let go!

I don't want us to be separated.

It's the only way.

We might have a chance. We'll be at the border in one hour.

What if you get arrested?

We won't.

There are lots of us. We know how to fight.

You're going to fight?

No, but I mean, if necessary...

We'll be as quick as possible.

Do you trust me?

You said we would take the train.

That wasn't our fault. But we can get hold of the trucks.

What if you don't come back?

- I will. - Alban!

I'm not 12 anymore.

What do I do if you don't come back?

Don't stay with the others.

Leave on your own.

Go to grandma's and stay for a few months.

Got it?

Well?

There's a security post.

They're half asleep.

We'll try to go out later.

What are we going to do until then?

Play rock-paper-scissors.

Yeah.

Come here.

Do you know the rules?

It's not that hard. Rock, paper, scissors...

There's the well, too.

I know.

I always win.

I'm sure you do.

First game to 10 points. OK?

OK.

Rock, paper, scissors!

Scissors cut the paper.

Go ahead, cut.

We don't do that.

Who doesn't?

Well, boys.

I've only played this game with boys.

We girls do it.

You have to make the gesture or it doesn't count.

Scissors cut paper.

- Your scissors are broken. - Too bad.

- Give me a kiss. - We don't do that.

We do.

You girls kiss one another

when you play rock, paper, scissors?

No.

- But... - You're cheating!

Focus.

Rock, paper, scissors.

Paper covers the well.

You girls do that too?

Shut up.

Here.

- Wipe me. - Excuse me?

My forehead!

He's losing too much blood.

- Are your hands clean? - Yes.

Press where I tell you.

In his belly?

Yes, in his belly. Can you do it?

Yes.

With your fist.

The burned man has trouble breathing.

Forget about him. Push your fist in, damn it!

To the right.

There, on the bulge.

To the right! Don't you see it?

No, I don't!

You don't have to talk to me like that!

I'm sorry.

If you don't do what I tell you, he'll die.

You will have to press down.

Don't move at all.

- Is that clear? - Yes.

Are you ready?

Yes.

Go ahead.

We're done.

Thank you.

The first time's never easy.

I was wondering...

Nurses have to wipe the surgeon's forehead, right?

Yes.

Who wipes the nurse's then?

They manage by themselves.

If he makes it through the next 2 hours,

he'll live.

Can you stay?

I would like to see my daughter.

We need to stitch him up.

Here. This is all I found.

That Swiss cop of yours...

What about him?

Why didn't he keep you?

His wife caught us and turned me in.

1943, no papers, with a child.

I would've been handed over to the Krauts.

He managed to help me cross the border.

He left me in the same place you did.

What happened next?

I went from farm to farm.

Until I met a doctor...

who reported me to the police.

That was 15 days ago, near Moissey.

You're too tired to eat?

Come here.

You're going to take a nap.

Can I hold him in my arms?

No.

Rita, just once. Please.

Just once.

David.

He's a nice man.

He's a friend of mommy's.

He's going to hold you.

- I don't know how. - Like this.

- There you, honey. - It's alright.

Hey!

My name is Jean.

Jean Marchetti.

Let's go back.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

It's no big deal.

It happens. Especially the first time.

- I don't understand. - Don't worry.

You must be disappointed.

I will be if you make a fuss about it.

There will be other opportunities.

I like you, though.

Let it go. Let's talk about something else.

Rock, paper, scissors?

Oh, no.

What's the point? I already won.

Tell me a story.

A story?

The boy and the source of gold.

The story of Marcel.

I don't know.

I'm sure it's a nice story.

Yes, it is.

Then tell it to me.

Once upon a time,

a long time ago, in a very far-off kingdom,

lived a boy who didn't like school.

What was his name?

The story doesn't say.

He didn't like school because he wanted to change the world.

Really? Why?

Because he would see hungry children,

homeless people,

sorrowful men and women.

Every morning, he would ask his parents, the king and queen:

"Why is there so much sadness in the kingdom?"

The king and queen would answer:

"Because that's how the world is".

But the boy wouldn't settle for it.

One day, he decided he would change the world.

He travelled for 7 years

and 7 days...

until one fall morning,

he met the wisest man of all.

"Wise man,

"how can I change the world?"

And the wise man replied:

"You will have to look for the source of gold".

"The source of gold?

"Where is it?

"It is not easy to find.

"If you want to make good around you, look for it tirelessly,

"with all your heart,

"with all your strength".

It is a good story.

So, the little boy

climbed up the highest mountains,

dived into the oceans and scoured the country.

But he couldn't find the source.

777 years later,

he went to see the wise man.

He was lying on his deathbed,

a bed made of red flowers

and green leaves.

"Wise man,

"I didn't find the source.

"I looked everywhere but I couldn't find it".

The wise man replied:

"You looked everywhere except for one place.

"Little boy, the source of gold...

"The source of gold...

"that allows to change the world

"and make people happy again,

"the source you've been looking for all over the world...

"that source is in your heart, little boy.

"It's in your heart".

Is it true that you despise me?

Yes.

And no.

Who are you?

I'm Jewish.

I was a prisoner of the Germans.

There's been a fusillade in Seurre. We ran away.

Yes, we heard.

What about you?

He's my husband.

You're not Jewish.

Yes. Yes, I am. I pulled my star off.

That was a wise thing to do.

There are militiamen in the area.

Apparently, Marchetti's with them.

- Who? - Marchetti, the cop.

The butcher of Villeneuve.

There's a price on his head.

Anyway, take care.

Why do they call you that?

It's nothing.

People love giving nicknames.

Why?

Listen, Rita...

I've done terrible things.

Things that I didn't even imagine.

I didn't take pleasure in that.

It wasn't my call, but I did it anyway.

Something worse than arresting Jewish families with kids?

Yes.

Say it!

Why?

It will help me.

Do what?

Erase you forever.

What did you do?

I can't speak in front of him.

But you're his father!

He's asleep.

- He might hear. - If he does, he will forget.

He wouldn't understand, anyway.

If he doesn't understand, he'll never forget.

What did you do, Jean?

I hanged a woman this morning.

A partisan.

Marie Germain.

I hanged her. I wasn't forced to do it.

Forgive me.

Our priority is to restore the Republic.

The government presided by General de Gaulle.

There are three things we must do.

Ensure order and security.

I'm here for that.

Organize food provisions and housing.

There will be mayhem, but we should manage.

And lastly, find and punish the collaborators.

No mercy, but no excess either.

Mr. Prefect,

this is Antoine, head of the Maquis,

whom you haven't met.

You came up with the stupid idea of killing the head of the Milice?

- Sort of. - What does that mean?

- It was me. Is there a problem? - Yes.

That's exactly the kind of action we need to avoid.

Your stupidity led to the hanging

and death of Marie Germain.

If I had time, I would take you to court.

I've been...

Who cares about your career, or mine.

The future is what matters.

The country we're going to build.

Get it into your head. The occupation is over.

We have to build peace now.

- You know, my friend... - Keep your distance.

The Krauts are in Villeneuve.

They're armed.

It's a panzer unit.

They're in control.

- You said they were gone. - Well, they're back.

We have men watching their movements.

OK, I'll see what I can do.

We'll meet here at 11 PM to make decisions.

- Gentlemen. - Ladies and...

Ladies and gentlemen.

What are you going to do...

when all this is over?

I'll try to find my mom.

Even if she's probably...

And after that?

I don't know.

I don't think I'll stay in France.

I will never forget.

The school,

people staring at us as if we were animals.

- You'll go back to Belgium? - No.

America, maybe.

London.

Portugal.

If I ever make it...

I would like to write to you.

Know where you are.

Where you live.

How can I let you know our address?

Send a letter to general delivery. I will find it.

Wait. Wait.

There's nothing here. We're wasting our time.

Hunting requires patience, my friend.

The Spaniards said Marchetti was at the station.

There was no train. He must be nearby.

Did you hear that?

Is anyone in the barn?

Go.

- Don't shoot. - Who are you?

Can't you see she's Jewish?

- You were at the station. - Yes.

There was a shooting. I ran away.

Glad to see you escaped.

We'll take you to post 13. They will give you food and water.

- Come with us. - Thank you.

Easy, Lucienne!

It was hard to get her off to sleep.

Oh, that's too bad.

I wanted to give her a cuddle.

I was expecting a compliment.

Sorry to disappoint you.

You're becoming more insolent every day!

Did you ask the old Maxime for food?

He give me some cheese and stale bread.

Where did you put it?

Here.

You could have left me some.

I can't believe you fell for it.

I think I'd rather go without!

The old Maxime is a guy from the North.

Things aren't easy there.

Sure you don't want some?

I think I prefer being hungry.

Alright, then.

The old Maxime also gave me a hint.

There's a way to escape from the Krauts.

What?

There's a door in the basement. We have to reach it.

We just need an excuse to go down to the basement.

But we...

We can't just leave.

Why not?

Because I...

I committed to healing the wounded.

You committed to a Kraut. Who cares!

But...

I'm also committed to Dr. Larcher.

Larcher's a traitor.

We got Françoise back. What keeps you here?

The word I gave. You taught me that, didn't you?

Yes, but...

- Regardless of nationality. - OK, I got it.

I got it!

That is mine now!

The doctor

wants you to come.

His pulse is weakening.

I have to give him some adrenaline, but there isn't any.

I'll go to my office, if Kruger agrees.

He will.

Can you do a heart massage?

No.

Mouth-to-mouth?

I'm a teacher, doctor.

Can you take a pulse?

Yes.

Good.

You will take his pulse.

If it weakens, inject him with this.

An intramuscular injection. Can you do that?

Yes.

I'll be back in 30 minutes. Good luck.

Calm down. Calm down. I'm here.

Breathe, breathe...

There you go. Easy.

Easy.

Easy.

That's right. Easy.

I'll take your bandages off to help you breathe.

There you go.

Easy!

That's good.

That's very good. The hand is not too burnt.

It's alright!

It's going to be OK.

Kurt.

Kurt.