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A French village S07E02 THE NOTEBOOK

Loriot Collabo. Stop fooling around!

Loriot, Collabo. Loriot, Collabo.

Have you nothing better to do, there?

You drink yourself stupid and talk bullshit.

Isn't it true you were a Collaborator? No.

I did my job.

Well, in your case it was to be a Collabo! Imbecile.

You could still let us out.

Yes, except for 500 francs worth of damage.

The bar owner's complaining. I'm waiting for the judge to get back to me. That's normal.

No, it's not normal for a guy who organized the November 11th '43 parade!

Well, that doesn't give him all the rights.

Let it go. He's right.

No, he's not right.

Where were you...

on the 11th of November?

In Moissay.

Is there a problem?

What are you doing here?

I had a little fit of nostalgia.

Hi, Suzanne.

You can't leave him in the cell, however.

Suzanne, the facts are serious.

I don't care, fix it.

Do you know what I risk?

I don't often ask you for anything.

Get him out.

Please.

Ah! Well then.

There is a justice.

Gustave, get up!

Come on.

We're screwed again.

Really screwed.

I declare open, Session No. 43, of the Regional Interprofessional Purification Committee.

Madame Jeanine de Cantillon

Er, I've here, a Jeanine, widow of Chassagne...

I resumed using my maiden name, Monsieur Le Président.

This is an exemplary case.

Madame Chassagne here present... de Cantillon!

Worked for the Boches...

exclusively for the Boches for more than 2 years.

She repaired tanks...

delivered concrete to the Wehrmacht...

to the Luftwaffe. She even delivered...

camouflage nets to the Flak.

One couldn't be more of a Collabo.

Madame... de Cantillon, I suppose you don't deny the facts.

Of course not.

Moreover, I've explained it several times...

and before several bodies.

I worked for the Germans... The Boches!

To obtain information which allowed me to help the Résistance...

more accurately to save the Maquis in '43...

which has been proven By the courts.

And when you were living with Chassagne, was that also to help the Résistance?

To have lived with a French Collaborator is not a crime, Monsieur Lherbier.

Alas!

I'd like to remind the audience that working with the Germans...

Everyone did that, starting with me.

Yes, but not until '44.

Madame Chassagne enriched herself with millions...

working with the Boches.

But I paid more than 400,000 francs to the Résistance!

This too, has been recognized by the courts.

It's the biggest contribution from a Company to the Résistance...

in the entire Département.

I'm not a choir boy, but I don't think I've anything to reproach myself with.

I'm completely in agreement with Madame Schwartz.

Whose clairvoyance I salute here...

rare in a woman.

We have to follow the demand of the Jewish Affairs Commission to the letter...

and so track down the Jewish administrators...

the Jewish shareholders...

the Jewish money.

And it's not simple, because the Jew...

is a past master in the art of concealment...

That, moreover, is how he invaded France!

Oh, that's for sure...

but I believe it's necessary to go further.

Meaning?

If you really want to extirpate the French Jew...

as requested by Président Laval and the Maréchal...

we must seek to identify Jewish employees...

and Jewish subcontractors.

We should put a questionnaire in place...

in any contract, any offer of employment...

"Do you have Jewish blood?"

You don't agree, Schwartz?

Last year I was taken for a Jew, so...

those who seek Jews in a company, I have to mistrust a little.

But it's the Jew you have to mistrust.

It's by fighting the internal enemy that we can save France!

I think we've made the rounds.

Can we go to the verdict?

Monsieur Lherbier?

I demand the highest sentence worthy of the crime.

10 years of National Indignity...

confiscation of assets...

prohibition from management.

Monsieur Schwartz?

Excuse me!

But how can Monsieur Schwartz, ex-husband of the accused, be on the jury?

The Party has asked this question of the Préfecture, three times since last month...

and of the Town Council. No answer.

Because he's the only Villeneuve business leader...

to have been very active in the Résistance. Is that an answer for you?

And so his life can't be looked in to. Raymond?

I think a simple reprimand would suffice.

A simple reprimand?

I agree 100% with Monsieur Schwartz.

Messieurs...

Well, business must get moving again, anyway...

Reprimand, yes, yes. That's good.

Where do we record it?

In the register of our deliberations...

which will be published as soon as stocks of paper allow.

Good. It seems useless to vote, eh?

So the Committee sentences Jeanine de Cantillon to a simple reprimand...

by an absolute majority.

Clerk.

Are you sure you're not hungry? No.

But at least drink a little milk. No.

Gustave!

If I got you out of jail, it's thanks to Suzanne...

so change your tone.

You only have to put me back in jail.

I'm used to it.

You think he'd be proud of you, Marcel?

What the fuck's that got to do with you!

You know how much he loved you.

Gustave...

Your father is dead...

he gave me a message for you.

I love you. Be a man.

They say you're on the black market.

So what?

You don't like it?

Suzanne, let it go.

Here, tell me more about Jérôme.

Do you know where he is? Jérôme? I don't know him!

We're not in your office, here, Alain.

Hello Maman.

Léonore, go to your room.

Can I've some milk?

No. Please go to your room.

Here! I didn't touch it.

Léonore. No.

Why? He says he didn't touch it. Well, because I'm asking you.

Léonore! You're not my father.

Your father would agree with me.

All this performance over a glass of milk.

Léonore, please go to your bedroom. We'll talk about it later.

Do you hear what I say?

Good, come on, that's enough.

You're not my father either.

My father died fighting guys like you.

It's more complicated than that, Gustave.

You give me lessons...

while you're in bed with a cop!

OK.

Message received. Can I can leave?

Listen, Gustave...

I've got your papers...

and I have enough to get a judge to throw the book at you...

so calm down. Listen to what Suzanne wants to say...

And then we'll see. OK?

Apparently I've no choice. No.

You have to file complaint against 'X' for libel And deny it through the press.

Immediately and firmly.

Are you sure?

If you still want the Mairie, yes.

When I read that kind of denial in the press, I never believe it.

If you don't deny it, you admit it.

I'll write it and go to the newspaper immediately afterwards, if you want.

OK.

OK.

Thank you.

Good morning, Monsieur Bériot. Good morning, Monsieur Bridgewater.

I'm told you're no longer the Mayor.

I remain the point-of-contact of the Liaison Committee.

This is my letter of appointment from Préfet de Kerven.

Have you received my pneumatic post, about Heinrich Muller?

You surely have the opportunity to bring him to the Larcher-Servier trial?

He's a key witness.

The problem is that he's wanted in France for many crimes.

So what?

Well, we want to lend you one of our prisoners for a few hours...

but we want to be sure that you'll return him to us.

I'll ensure that happens.

He comes, he gives testimony, he leaves.

I trust you.

But confidence is even better when it rests on a document.

Sign this.

Where were you? I was worried.

We had problems with the cops.

But nothing serious.

Mademoiselle.

Genevieve, my fiancée.

And... Anselme.

A comrade from...

from... Work.

A comrade from work.

You've found work?

Uh, not yet. Where's Mamé?

She's inside. Let me.

Her back hurts.

She couldn't weed the little meadow this morning.

There! It's Antoine.

I thought you'd gone back to play soldiers in the army.

Monsieur? Anselme. A pal.

I thought he could stay with us for a while, to recover.

You thought...

And by dint of thinking, did you find work?

Mamé, he's only been home for two days.

It smells good, I must say.

Is it soup? Well, it's not oil.

He's not eaten for several days.

A second scrounger?

Well, then serve two bowls Genevieve, three if you want some yourself.

And you?

My back hurts too much to think about my belly.

You should see the doctor, eh? The doctor...

I care too much for my life.

However this back pain has lasted quite a while.

It'll pass in the Spring...

it's always the same.

Thank you.

So, how's the soup?

It's very good! Excellent.

Thank you.

Excellent. Yeah.

That said, there may be...

a little aftertaste...

a little acid. But it's very good.

Acid! My soup?

An aftertaste.

Impossible!

I put in some beetroot molasses. How can it be acid?

Is... is that your famous secret?

The molasses.

So it's acid, my soup? Not at all!

Not at all. It's... it's really excellent.

But a little acid.

So your secret is the mélisse... The molasses, then?

Yes, it's the molasses...

Anselme. Is that your name?

Anselme?

I had a farm before the war...

If you want,I could weed the little meadow.

To pay for my soup.

Although it's a bit acid.

That's the one you ought to marry, Poor idiot!

Come and see the blue one.

Well then, how do you like it?

Very good.

You didn't even look. Yes.

But listen...

you're beautiful, all these dresses are beautiful, but me...

after all, I'm not a specialist.

You're a man.

Yes, and your husband.

Don't play the child. In which one will I look best?

Why the best?

Imagine that you come back to me after a year of separation.

Not seeing each other already happened...

for almost a year, in 43-44.

I'm not talking to you about us.

Well, then imagine we're in '40...

you haven't seen me for a year, you're impatient.

In which one would I look best?

Can you fasten this?

The wedding anniversary doesn't bother you too much?

Are you joking?

Really.

However anniversaries are not really your thing.

Sometimes I get the impression that you really don't realize...

what it feels like to be Madame Larcher.

No.

But I know what it is to be Monsieur Larcher.

Daniel you give me everything.

Everything, love, security...

the feeling of being useful...

Well then. Are you dreaming?

No.

The blue dress is fine, really, very good.

Are you going on a journey?

Well, I'm hoping he's going to take me away!

I'm sure he's going to take me away.

I'm sure that this trial is a pretext.

You know, he's a prisoner of the Americans. It's not him who decides.

No. Even as a prisoner, Heinrich fixes so that people do what he wants.

He didn't send you any news...

not even that he was alive.

What is that thing?

An anonymous letter that smears Lucienne Bériot.

Show me.

Yuk!

Well that's not going to happen to me.

All Villeneuve already knows it all.

We don't have enough textile coupons for Françoise's blue dress.

Can you get some?

You know how much I hate special privileges.

And I hate to see my girl with a badly patched dress.

It's her favorite.

I must be irreproachable at this moment, Lucienne.

Have you read it? Yes.

I think you shouldn't have.

You're drawing attention to us.

No, wait, Lucienne...

It's not me who attracts attention to us...

It's you! I advise you not to forget it.

I feel like a whiff of scandal.

A stink, Lucienne. A stink.

I forgave you Kurt, I forgave you Marguerite.

I go to Mme Berthe's to forget that your bedroom door's closed to me...

But if I lose the Mairie because of you,

I'll never forgive you! OK?

Never.

How could you become a crook, Gustave?

I don't understand why you're trying to lecture me.

With my father you were against the cops...

against order. You were called terrorists.

We weren't against order. We were against the Boches.

We wanted to throw the bastards out. They left...

it's time to start living again.

In a certain amount of order.

But you Commies want to smash that order.

It's more complicated than that.

To hear you, everything is complicated.

Everything seems simple to me.

In a world where the filth and hypocrites make the law

You have to know how to look after yourself. That's all.

Did you trust your father?

Yes.

Well, your father said that...

in a world where filth and hypocrites make the law...

we must fight so that it changes...

but he was thinking of others first.

He was the most generous person I've ever known.

In fact, in the end, you're the most egoist person I know.

Really.

You sacrifice yourself for the International Worker's Struggle, but to others...

to Gustave and me, you give nothing.

As for Gustave, you know I haven't been able to, since '40.

And me?

I don't give you anything?

Pretty much.

It's rather that you don't take what I give you.

Oh là là! How strong you are in dialectic!

As to being an egoist, that's you, in the end.

Lie down. What?

If he's on time, the Postman will be here in a minute. Lie down, I tell you.

Egoist! Yeah yeah.

And shut it.

The greatest egoist the world has ever known.

By the way, I've something for you.

This is his notebook.

He used it to prepare meetings, presentations...

it's mainly political, but...

It's all I have that was written by his hand.

It seems proper that you should have it.

Why does the class struggle lead necessarily to Socialism?

The historical process is a scientific process...

which can determine precisely enough...

And now?

What do we do?

I don't pretend to tell you how you should live...

but I'd like you to reflect on all that's been said.

Read that.

Afterwards...

you can stay with us, I don't know, two or three days.

And then you do what you want.

OK?

The Court!

The Session will commence. You can sit down.

So, Maître Levy, it's your turn.

The defense calls Heinrich Muller.

Monsieur Heinrich Muller, please.

You swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?

Raise your right hand and say "I swear".

I swear.

Maître

Monsieur Muller...

you were the boss of the SD, the German Intelligence Service

between November '40 and August '44, with an interruption in 41-42?

Absolutely.

What can you tell us about your relationship with Daniel Larcher?

Not too much.

In the beginning Monsieur Larcher was the doctor who gave me morphine...

I have back pain.

Then I met his wife...

it's mainly with her that I had a relationship.

And now, the most important.

Did, or did not, Monsieur Larcher work for you as an informant?

Oh, great God, no!

No, no, no.

One tries to use informed people as informers.

Monsieur Larcher was just a nice guy, who in the midst of war...

wanted to be at peace with everyone.

The archetype of the humanist. Suffering and useless.

Of no interest to the SD.

Then why, on the 8th of November 43, did you draft an attestation...

certifying that Monsieur Larcher was one of your informants?

Because his wife...

my mistress...

asked me to save his life.

Between lovers, it's customary to help where you can.

Thank you Monsieur.

I think that's clear.

I'm done, Monsieur Le Président.

Monsieur Le Procureur.

Monsieur Muller...

I don't hide, that to you see here as a witness, and not as an accused...

is for me the symbol of a the failure of French Justice.

It's too much of an honour, Monsieur le Procureur.

Monsieur Muller, in the end...

why should we believe in your testimony?

I don't care whether you believe it or not, dear Monsieur!

I've sworn to tell the truth. Not that you have to believe it.

I believe, above all, that you defend your mistress's husband.

That woman is no longer my mistress...

and I don't care what happens to her husband.

I ask the jury to remember that this man...

arrested or deported dozens of Villeneuvois.

He ordered executions...

personally tortured Résistants.

Ah, so this is my trial, now!

I believed it was of Messieurs Servier and Larcher.

One day...

one day you'll pay for your crimes.

France doesn't have a short memory.

Ah really?

Yet, Monsieur le Président was a Président under Vichy? No?

His Assesseur to his right...

acted in the trial of the Robert Maquis in '43...

I was a witness then!

Very nice pleading.

And yourself, Monsieur le Procureur. Were you in the Résistance between '40 and '44?

Monsieur le Président, this is a matter of Contempt of Court.

It's a matter of a simple question.

And I doubt that French law, even if a little turbulent just now...

can make a question, an outrage.

But you were saying that France doesn't have a short memory...

I've no more questions Monsieur le Président.

Yes. I think we've heard enough.

But we've only just started.

Leave this Court of Justice, Monsieur Muller.

Well, can you let me see this Call for Tenders...

I have to go afterwards. I'm already very late.

You could at least have a drink!

To celebrate my reprimand.

You're exaggerating, however, by giving me the reprimand.

You left out your performance, with Chassagne, eh?

It's charming here. Thank you.

I admire your English.

I've always spoken the language of the clients.

It's great luxury, let me put it that way.

30 years old.

It's funny to think it was made before we met.

The colonel who sent me the Call for Tenders, who gave me gift...

I think I don't displease him.

Can I see this Call for Tenders.

The American Army needs concrete and processed wood

For its bases at Stuttgart and Freiburg.

It's a multi-million dollar market.

It's too big for me. I could never supply these quantities.

Unless we respond together.

I do the concrete, and the belly-dancing with the Yank...

you the wood. I'd advance all the cash.

And why would you associate with a competitor?

Because I was married to him for 10 years.

That's ancient history, Jeanine, right?

Yes, of course, you'll end up returning to Jeanine.

It's as clear as spring water.

Why do you say that? Oh, because it's true.

Well, no, it's not true. I no longer love her, she no longer loves me...

Love comes and goes. You know it well.

Especially between people who've known each other for a long time.

But wait, if I were to go back to her, it would be to betray you.

I may not be here any more.

Yes.

Even if you were no longer here, I'd be betraying myself.

Betray yourself?

I'm not sure that would stop you sleeping for long.

As judge you're very indulgent with yourself.

I love you very much, you know.

Come on, leave me. I've got things to do.

You see...

a big market is exactly what I need at the moment...

But...? I'm very attached to my independence.

I want to win my markets myself.

So... you say no.

Yes, I say no.

Thanks for the whisky. Good luck for the deal...

but you know, there's no shortage of guys who know wood around here.

Friend...

do you hear the dark flight...

of the crows over our plains?

Friend, do you hear...

the muffled clamour of enchained countries?

Ohé, partisans, workers and peasants...

She has cancer.

Docteur Morel said she has to go to Besançon Hospital for radiation...

it's very expensive.

What she's put aside is not enough.

She doesn't have health insurance?

No.

And the new Social Security?

Not before it gets put in place!

The Pharmacist said not before Autumn of next year.

Genevieve...

I can't take on care of this farm.

I don't want to do it, and I can't.

What can we do, then?

How much does the treatment cost?

At least 10,000 francs.

Muller was very good.

You're almost out of the affair.

I think you'll just get National Indignity.

You speak of it so easily. Listen...

You were at risk for your neck.

And National Indignity will not prevent you from practicing.

If need be, you can move.

And you, obviously, the Indignity...

a little prison, but I hope for it to be suspended, at least partially.

You didn't pose any questions to Muller about me.

He would have presented you as his zealous Collaborator, for 4 years.

I don't see the advantage.

The prosecutor has just announced, at the last moment...

that he wants to bring forward a certain Amélie Grosjean.

Who is she?

Amélie Grosjean...?

She was employed in the Sous-Préfecture in 41-42, but...

she was really a subordinate employee.

Of the lowest rank, as they say.

Is she one of your patients?

No I don't believe so.

What can she Know about one...

or the other of you...

or both.

Excuse me.

Is Monsieur Muller here?

Can I get you a drink?

Thank you. Don't say thank you. It's yours.

I gave it to you. It's yours.

Cheers! Cheers!

Selfishness and the appetite for profit of the bourgeoisie are such that...

only revolution is able to defeat them.

And for the revolution to succeed...

it takes an avant-garde party...

able to federate the working class...

to make it stronger...

to prepare it for the big day.

What are you reading?

What's it to do with you?

You're Marcel's son, aren't you?

What do you want? Well, nothing. I'm just interested!

Well, you don't interest me.

Are you in the Jeunesse Communiste?

What's that? You're not a Communist!

Well no.

Well, what are you, then?

I'm nothing.

Well, I'm Gustave in fact.

In Brittany, I joined L'Union de la Jeunesse Républicaine de France.

Without telling my father. or my mother.

Why aren't you in it? Don't you want to change the world?

Have you looked at the project for a new History texts for the middle course?

Yes. It's good, isn't it?

The drawings are superb.

Did you see... Vercingétorix...

facing Caesar.

What a presence!

Did you read the passage on the Occupation? Yes...

Yes, well yes...

They write as if almost everyone was in the Résistance.

That doesn't shock you?

Lucienne, we have to move on, see things in the new light.

We're teachers, Jules.

We have a real responsibility.

To transmit the truth. No, that's for the Curés, Lucienne.

We teach children the history of our country

As much as they can understand. As much as they want to understand.

Them and their parents.

I get the impression that I'm being asked to participate in a big lie.

Monsieur Foulquier.

You're still at the Academy.

But of course. I was appointed Inspector General last month.

You know my wife...

I suppose. Of course.

I'm talking about what happened, little one.

You went out with the children. A plane arrived...

they were killed.

Yes. Don't you don't understand that if...

you hadn't gone out that day, These two children would be alive?

Yes.

You come about the new History texts?

They look very good to me.

Oh no, no, no. I haven't come about the textbooks.

I...

I've got things to do, Jules.

I'll go.

I didn't expect to see you in this position.

Are you a late Résistant?

Oh, let's forget these 4 terrible years, can't we?

Well...

as much as possible.

Listen...

it's a tissue of slander, lies and infamies.

So, please stop.

You know I'm a very close friend of the rector.

Monsieur Bériot...

My approach is nothing official... for the moment.

But a student's parents called the Rector precisely...

to say they couldn't entrust the education of their children to...

an Anti-Patriot.

Well, I'm telling you that they're calumnies.

In this respect, there's no smoke without fire, I believe.

And your wife...

was already involved In a serious incident in June '40.

You know, now that things have come back into order...

it's possible that the parents of dead children...

might bring an action.

Five years later! That won't wash

Five years, yes.

Five years we have all want to forget quickly.

Listen...

the, the... the best thing for your wife...

for National education...

and...

for you too.

Well, would be that she put herself...

in retirement from education for a while.

I don't know, but...

things may quieten down.

Monsieur Bériot.

Ah, aside from that, I agree with you.

The new History textbook is really very successful.

...darling.

You've got your squirrel on your head. You know?

You don't know what you're saying.

Wait! There are people.

What shame!

Ah, darling!

Why don't you go upstairs and lie down for a while?

I just forgot I have to make some important phone calls.

And then I'll come and join you.

OK. But don't be too long

I'm tired of waiting for you.

Love is all about waiting, darling. There you go.

Hurry up, now.

You should not be here.

Is that your wife? Yes.

She's pretty.

Yes.

You're looking good.

How long are you in Villeneuve for?

We're leaving tomorrow morning.

Do you think that between now and then...

you could find a moment to talk?

Does the Café Chez George still exist? Yes.

It's been completely redone and now it's called Chez Roger.

So, at Chez Roger then...

at 10pm.

I won't have much time.

Monsieur Antoine!

It's been a long time! How are you?

Yes, I'm fine, and you? Fine. Is Raymond here?

Yes. In the office. Thank you.

So? This is my brother.

Antoine. Delighted to meet you, Antoine.

Monsieur Schwartz. No? Raymond! In a couple of days we'll be family.

Is he shy now? No, but you impress him.

Come on, Antoine.

So your sister told me you're smart.

Ah! I don't know.

Well, if you're smart, what do you know how to do?

Well... I don't know.

You don't know!

It's better than being pretentious.

Er, do you know how to drive?

Er, no.

Good. Are numbers your thing? That they are, yes.

Ah! And he knows how to talk to people.

When he speaks to people, they listen to him. It's incredible.

Well, if that's true, it's worth gold. Come on.

Come on, come on, I'll show you the premises.

Good, so that door there is my office.

Antoine.

I'm not bothering you? No.

Are you on leave? Oh no.

For me, the war is over. Ah. Excellent idea.

And what are you going to do?

Marry my fiancée.

That's also a great idea.

And you want the address of a good caterer?

Er... her grandmother is sick.

No thanks.

Cancer.

The treatment is expensive and...

I need money.

And, in the end, you've run out of ideas.

I thought maybe, if...

if you were well off at the moment...

you could make me a loan.

How much? Ten thousand francs.

And how would you repay me?

Well, when I find a job.

Ah, but there's no work in Villeneuve!

Apart from here.

Here?

I take you back at the same job as in '43, though a bit better paid.

Working back here? And you repay me over two years.

So, your name is Amélie Grosjean.

You were a secretary at the Villeneuve Sous-Préfecture?

Yes. Until 1942. Then we went to Switzerland.

What was your job at the Sous-Préfecture?

In the Secretariat, taking notes...

a lot of typing.

Did you meet Monsieur Servier often?

He was our boss.

And a good boss? Normal.

Monsieur Le Président, I've accepted this last minute witness...

to demonstrate Monsieur Servier's confidence in justice, but...

I really don't understand what Monsieur Le Procureur wants to explore here.

Where are we going?

Go on, Monsieur Le Procureur.

Do you remember the 27th day of October 27, 1941?

Yes. It was the only time I had to work all night.

Ah!

Madame Grosjean, why...

were you forced to work all night...

at that time?

To type several copies of lists of names.

Names.

What kind of names?

Monsieur Servier told us they were...

that they were to be guests at a meeting.

There were about forty names...

and little by little, the number was reduced.

I typed. I retyped. I don't know. There must have been...

20 or 25 versions. And then in addition...

I had to retype twice because I had no more carbon paper.

And you didn't think it was bizarre, 20 versions...

for a list of guests at a meeting? In the middle of the night.

Well yes, but hey! There are often strange goings-on at a Sous-Préfecture.

On the morning of the 28th I typed a list of nine men...

and one woman...

Three days later I read the newspaper and I realized that...

the men were the ones who were shot on October 30th.

The woman was deported.

Emilie Estabet.

She was decapitated with an axe on November 6th, 1943...

in her prison in Hamburg.

And you typed the lists...

from which original document?

A handwritten list handed over by Monsieur Servier.

So you mean that it was Monsieur Servier...

who drew up the list...

of the hostages to be executed?

No, I can't say that...

but...

at one point, I was typing a final list...

and...

Monsieur Servier came to re-read it, and...

he changed two names by hand...

He re-entered the woman's name.

And he changed other names.

Thank you, Madame Grosjean.

Monsieur Servier...

did you intervene, in one way or another, in...

the choice of hostages that were executed...

on October 30th, 1941?

Monsieur Servier, did you hear the question?

Yes. And so?

And...

It was me who made up the list of the hostages who were shot.

Ladies and gentlemen. Please, please.

But, really, why did you do something like that?

The Germans agreed to shoot only 10 hostages, instead of 20...

it was the price we had to pay. We made up the list.

They spared 10 hostages.

What a nice game to play. With the lives of others!

I won't permit you!

That day, I... I saved the lives of several of the others.

And this list...

Did you make it... alone?

Yes.

Alone.

Monsieur Le Président, I ask for a supplement...

in the Indictment against Monsieur Servier.

Ten voluntary homicides.

Bravo!

It's clear that there's only one punishment...

for such a monstrous act.

In the Soviet Union...

land, factories, raw materials, all belong to the people.

There is no power struggle.

Because each worker understands how his individual interest...

combines with the collective interest.

This is why the international bourgeoisie puts so much energy

into trying to destroy the USSR.

They are too afraid of contagion.

Where are you going?

None of your business.

Answer or I'll cry out.

I'm going to find some pals.

Where?

Somewhere.

Answer or I'll cry out.

To a hideout we have.

But I can't tell you where it is.

I'm a bad lad, Léonore. I want to see you again.

Forget me.

Agree to meet me...

or I'll cry out.

But I could tell you anything.

You wouldn't know if it's true.

If you lie, you're not worth it...

so it doesn't matter.

But I know you'll not lie. You're like me...

you don't like lies.

Tomorrow, at the church.

At 2 o'clock, near the candles.

You'll be there? I promise.

See you tomorrow.

Can I sit down?

Whoever stays silent, consents.

Champagne.

Remember, this is where we dined in 42, on my return from the Ukraine.

When you asked me "Why?".

I remember everything, Heinrich.

Me, I forget everything.

It seems to be my strength.

Does your wife say that to you?

You think that I got married quickly.

I have extenuating circumstances.

So... how did you marry while you're a prisoner?

It's very simple.

I'm not a prisoner, Hortense.

I work for American Intelligence in Germany.

I'm one of the main OSS agents there.

So why do they say you're a prisoner?

Because I'm wanted, unfairly...

for war crimes in France and the Ukraine.

And so I'm a prisoner.

And so...

You got married.

The OSS has a hold on me for War crimes...

at any time they can give me up to the French or...

worse, to the Russians.

What's the connection with your marriage?

Linda...

Is the daughter of the No. 2 of the OSS in Germany, Colonel Winslow.

I seduced her. She's crazy about me.

She's my life insurance.

I will soon be...

And so you don't love her?

No more than five minutes a day.

We know each other, don't we? I don't believe so.

Have you ever been to the United States?

No! No no.

Sorry.

And me?

Do you still love me?

Hortense, we're never going to meet again. What's the point?

Answer me.

I'll never forget you, anyway.

So that means this is the last time we'll see each other?

It has to be.

Linda is of a sickly jealousy.

You still have a quarter of an hour?

Twenty minutes.

Then join me in the washroom.

Hortense! I only ask for a quarter of an hour of life

it's not expensive as a tariff, After all we've lived through.

You know very well, it's impossible.

So we can do it.

As has always been the case.

One last time.

From the little experience that I have in the sufferings of love...

it will be worse for you, afterwards.

I don't care! I want you in me.

Your wish is my command.

For a quarter of an hour.

Ministère de la Justice. Gentlemen, gentlemen! No!

Just a moment, Sir. I'm in a terrible fix.

Excuse me.

Monsieur Muller? Yes.

Pursuant to a Letter of Request, and Warrant, of Monsieur Nestor Gantier...

Investigating Judge in Moissay, I place you under arrest.

I have orders to conduct you immediately to Villeneuve Prison.

Before your transfer.

Did they release you?

More or less. In our line I don't like double talk.

Where were you? What happened to you?

A dame who was thick with my father...

is shacked up with a cop. She asked him to get me out.

I just got away from their house. You were with a cop!

I told you he's a snitch. A snitch wouldn't have told us.

Still, you were shown up as a rookie at Schwartz's.

A guy who hangs about with cops. We don't hang about with them, whore!

There's common sense in what Aristide says.

You still got your gun? Well, no.

How do you find this one?

Heavy.

Your Aunt sold it to me in '42.

It's heavy.

Yeah.

Careful.

It's loaded.

Keep it. There's news.

It was Tom who snitched on us.

How do you know? Aristide got the word.

I told you. Yeah, but you hang about with cops!

You disappeared without letting us know.

Anyway, now you owe us.

So what? So...

You're gonna get sorted, and find Tom...

and you're going to drop him.

US Military or not, a snitch is a snitch.

A bullet in the back to drop him...

a bullet in the mouth.

Subtitles by Rod Clarke Whitby, Ontario, November 2016