The source of gold, little girl...
the source of gold allows changing the world and bringing happiness around you...
The source of gold...
which you've sought in the four corners of the earth...
it's in your heart, little girl.
It's in your heart.
What does it mean, it's in his heart ?
It means...
I don't know.
That the source of gold is...
Love.
I suppose.
Can you come for two minutes ?
So, with love...
you can make people happy. Is that it ?
The story doesn't say.
I spoke with Christine this morning.
Is she feeling better ?
She's proposing that I take up her uncle's café-grocery.
It's a big business.
Well, that way you'll be able to give me discounts.
It's in Brittany.
You're not taking Eléonore to Brittany !
Listen, since I got home a year ago, I've been patient...
I offered you several times, that we start again...
You turned your back on me.
You even said you didn't love me anymore.
I have to re-start my life.
But not in Brittany.
I don't agree. Suzanne !
I don't want to go there, but OK...
A POW's wife, notoriously adulterous...
I'd get a divorce and custody of Léonore in two ticks, for your misdoings.
But you don't love Christine !
The woman I love doesn't want me.
Unless you... and Christine goes to Brittany alone.
No.
We two are finished. I can't.
You can come see her in Quimper, whenever you want.
Giving advance notice, of course.
Where's Sophie ? She's sleeping beside David.
But you've been beaten.!
The food distribution at the school went badly.
We told us there was flour...
then milk and then...
nothing.
And then a guy saw...
American military rations stacked behind a curtain...
and there it was a big fight.
I didn't manage to get one.
We'll have to tighten our belts.
No...
We're not going to carry on like this.
What do you want us to do ?
I'm thinking more and more... of Palestine.
Seriously.
There's a 'Save the Children' assembly centre for Jews, in Lyon.
There's an emigration line for Palestine, there.
I'm told it takes several long months, sometimes painful...
but I think it's worth it.
I want us to go there.
Sophie and me.
With David and you.
No, I can't talk about that now. But why ?
The children are asleep.
You can't continually put off important discussions.
If you don't want to, you don't want to.
I'll be unhappy, but... As far as I know.
Jean !
Come out !
Jean, come out.... come out, please.
I think you know each other.
Hey... but I didn't know his first name.
It's the most common name given to babies, by Welfare organizations.
Did you know it comes from the Hebrew ?
Really !
from Yohanan...
which means "God has mercy."
Let's hope that's true.
Well, heck, what mess !
Provocateurs and Collabos are agitating the population against us.
We've been looking for you everywhere, What are you up to ?
I've been busy.
At what ?
My private life. It doesn't concern you.
A good militant has no private life, not really.
But I'm not a good militant. Nothing new there.
Has your little Gaullist ditched you, or what ?
Suzanne, private life is always disappointing.
One gets carried away, and then...
ultimately...
either we suffer, or we get bored. Can you explain why we bother ?
But sometimes it's beautiful.
And then, you're married, right ?
Do you tell your wife that private life is disappointing ?
She died two months ago.
What ?
She was arrested in Annecy, with two other Comrades.
She threw herself out of a window so as not to talk.
Your wife died 2 months ago and you didn't tell anyone !
What good would it have served ?
She died for her ideals, for our ideals.
That's what's beautiful, Suzanne.
To have an ideal...
knowing that millions around the world have the same...
and fight for its triumph.
We don't always succeed, but it's worth fighting for.
Marcel understood that.
He died as a result.
And your wife too.
It's greedy, your ideal.
OK... What do you want ?
To bemoan your fate, or to fight ?
There's nothing in the Party for defeatists.
Especially now that victory is here.
Yes, you're right. Give me something to do. It'll occupy my mind.
The Party's assigned me the mission of winning the Mairie of Villeneuve...
when the Municipal elections take place.
But for that, you've to beat Bériot...
He wants the Mairie too, and has a good chance.
You know I agree. But how ?
You have good contacts at the Commissariat.
Oh no.
Don't ask me to manipulate Antoine.
It's out of the question. Oh.. Suzanne !
Don't let your private life inhibit your fight.
It's out of the question !
You really are...
No, but eventually I could...
I could have a way in that by-passes Antoine.
Discreetly ?
Yes, discreetly.
Perfect.
In the Commissariat Archives...
there has to be something we can use to sink Bériot.
or his wife.
There were rumors '41.
So arrange to do some rummaging...
but find me something.
How are you ?
For now I can't do other than observe, Monsieur le Préfet
I don't have enough people. So, what's going on ?
Shops are being looted, although they're all empty...
Villeneuve lacks medicines, running water...
blankets, beds...
Anger is rising.
I hear people say "Daily life wasn't as bad as this under Vichy. "
It's amazing how quickly people forget.
Well, it'll all settle down. I'm waiting for new ration cards.
If it's just cards, they're not very nourishing.
The promise of something to eat. That's something though.
Tell me...
I was told you were involved with a... well !
It's the Libération, right ? Yes. Exactly !
You're Chief of Police. You must be an exemplar.
At least discreet.
You didn't come to see me for that though. No.
Some people abducted Jeannine Schwartz, at the sawmill.
Some people ? Yes.
Among others, Anselme and Raoul. On behalf of the Patriotic Militias.
Jeannine Schwartz, who cares.
Especially since she shafted you, at the trial. It's a matter of principle.
The Purification must be well organized, centralized.
I want you to get this woman back quickly.
But... delicately.
We won't calm people down that way, Monsieur le Préfet
We won't calm people down by letting them run wild, either.
Rita, he can't stay.
It's too dangerous, for us and the children.
I have money, if you want.
Oh that ! Money.
Jews only do things for money. Is that it ?
Money moves everyone. Jew or not, believe me.
He can at least stay until nightfall.
If you ask me, yes.
I'm asking you.
Very well.
And at nightfall ? What happens then ?
A guy should arrive then, on the other side of the street...
He can get me into Spain.
Go on ! Go on !
You should know, where there's food. But I wasn't involved at all in this.
When you sold the orders who did you contact ?
The black market.
Like everyone.
What do you want with me.
We want to try you.
You don't have the right !
The law is a balance of power, Madame Schwartz.
Did you have the right to junket with the Boches ?
While they tortured Résistants ?
So dirty swine...
You had the right to do good business...
repairing Panzers ?
But you did it anyway !
Because you had Power on your side.
The Power of the Collabos...
the Power of the Boches...
But now the tide has turned, Madame Schwartz.
You must answer for your actions.
So take me to a Commissariat...
or before a Court, with a lawyer.
Right now, those things don't work very well.
They're seized up, so to speak.
And we are the penetrating oil.
Bring me the cop. Come on, move yourself.
Come on Get up.
You ! Do you know this Schwartz woman ?
Yes.
Tell us a bit about the fiddling she was mixed up in.
I don't know. You'd better, if you want to save your hide.
I'm just a simple cop.
A Guardian of the Peace in civilian clothes.
Just doing what was asked of me.
And I have a wife and two children.
The bugger is making us cry.
Stop ! Stop, Lambert !
You're not supposed to drop them, Raoul.
The gun went off on its own !
Tell us about the money you made with the Boches.
You could at least close his eyes.
Go and close his eyes.
No !
So... What ?
The boche money, eh ?
All the business people worked with the Boches.
We had no choice.
But how much did you make with your grubbing, eh...
with your panzers, your camouflage nets and everything else ?
I... I don't know.
Don't give me your shite. I'm not in the mood.
So ? Huh ?
Roughly... how much profit... between 40 and 44.
Maybe...
five...
six million ?
By Jove !
And where is all this dosh ?
In...
different places... banks...
OK.
You're going to go to all these places.
You're going to get your dosh...
and you're going to buy food for everyone.
But there's no food anywhere, for anyone.
There's always some for those who have the dosh.
But it'll take some time...
to get the money.
Time ?
Time which we don't have, bitch.
I have orders to retrieve this woman.
Whose orders ?
The Préfet.
In other words, the Government of the Republic.
We don't recognize this Government.
Don't exaggerate.
Do you have a written order ?
You're interested in paperwork, now ?
Fucking guys !
He's a colleague.
We're not here for that.
What happened to him ?
He got the idea of escape into his head.
This is murder, Antoine.
Cold-blooded murder of an unarmed guy. We're not here for that, damnit !
Why are we standing here ?
Because he's Antoine, the head of the Maquis.
Who shot him ? Why ?
Shut the fuck up !
I say we should kill them.
Stop your idiocies... and listen to orders !
We're not letting go of Schwartz ! Shut your gob !
We're not going to be hoodwinked, as always !
They killed a cop.
He wasn't a cop, he was a guy on the run.
He was like me, yesterday. Forget it !
I'm going to put down my weapon.
Loriot, do as I do.
Damn it, Loriot, if you want to stay with me, you have to learn to obey quickly.
I'm going to take back this woman.
The first one who makes a move to stop me...
will be arrested...
and brought to trial for high treason.
If not by me...
then by the guy who replaces me.
What do we do ?
We're not going to let him !
Come.
Anselme ! Whore !
They're going to kill us ! Be quiet.
Anselme ! Whore ! Have you lost your balls, or what ?
The party's not over.
If you please.
If you please !
Oh !
Can we start ?
First of all, I want to thank Monsieur le Préfet...
for his friendly visit.
It's always a pleasure for me to be at the CDL.
And the CDL is the soul of the Résistance.
And the Résistance, is the soul of France.
First I wanted to inform you that I'm going...
to organise a Grand Ceremony tomorrow...
for the patriots who were...
hanged by the Boches and Miliciens.
First and foremost, Marie Germain.
Excellent idea.
Thank you, Monsieur le Président. I hope you'll all join us.
Certainly.
Monsieur le Préfet...
may we know why...
your Police... Their not my Police, but the Republic's.
Why your Police work harder...
freeing Collabos like Madame Schwartz, than arresting them
While the butcher Marchetti is apparently hiding somewhere in town.
I'm delighted Madame Schwartz was released. She was held illegally.
But the collaborators must be arrested and tried, right ?
Do I understand you support these outlaws who conduct criminal abductions ?
No... Of course.
There's a Purification Commission...
It works in complete independence...
A facade. You control it.
In full independence. And if it considers Madame Schwartz...
should be arrested, I applaud wholeheartedly.
As to Marchetti, we hope he'll be taken.
But you kept his former deputy in place.
Inspecteur Loriot is competent.
The Purification Commission found o fault in him. You know...
technical competence...
necessarily, has no political colour.
Everything's political.
If I take the example of food supply...
of which you are the representative...
it's a veritable disaster.
We have riots...
Here, we have people dying of malnutrition...
there, looted shops...
there again, food poisoning due to expired products...
That's not the Président's fault !
Meanwhile, you mobilize dozens of men and women to go door to door...
to inventory public needs !
It's the only way to ensure a democratic distribution...
But, Monsieur le Président, there's nothing to distribute.
Don't you think your people's energy would be...
better used searching for food ?
Any food supply plan should.....
inventory needs.
But we know the needs. People are hungry !
Never mind the fact that in addition...
to querying the Villeneuvois on their needs...
your people use the opportunity to enroll them...
in a certain political party that I won't mention.
Do you dispute the principle of political freedom in this country ?
I question your ability to manage the feeding of Villeneuve.
And therefore, I dismiss you from the task I entrusted to you.
And I announce...
that I've decided to appoint a Civil Administrator...
who'll have the main task of Health, Food and Accommodation.
And...
may we know, who is this rare bird ?
Daniel Larcher. What !
It's a joke.
I obviously consulted the Purification Commission which gave its endorsement.
Daniel Larcher isn't a Résistant but he's always been humane, generous.
He has a great sense of the Public Interest and he has experience.
This is what we need today.
What do you want, Suzanne ?
You only come see me when you need something. You exaggerate.
Even our meeting in '41...
When I think I believed in love at first sight !
I still chose you out of all the Villeneuve cops.
Oh yes... Yes, that's for sure. You took the most stupid !
I took the nicest.
The one who had the most beautiful mustache.
What do you want ?
Information.
About ? Bériot.
Or his wife.
There were rumors in '41. That she had an affair with a Boche.
You surely have traces in the archives ?
I didn't expect you to ask me to rummage in the trash.
What's wrong with you !
Bériot is malign.
He compromises with the Collabos, buries the Résistance.
You can't let him do that ! Yes, but Bériot is my boss.
Without him, I'd be dismissed... or worse.
Why do you want me to harm him ?
Alain...
Excuse me.
All this because Antoine's got the hots for a Milicien's sister !
She's a Milicien's sister ? Well yes.
Alban somebody.
One of the miracles of the trial.
How could I be so stupid !
OK, listen...
I'll do what you ask.
Just like that, for nothing.
In memory of the good old days.
But that's all.
My guy is late. It's not normal.
Do you have a fallback plan ?
No.
He may be round about. I'm going to go and see.
It's better if you go out as little as possible.
What's your guy like ?
He's small, almost bald, with glasses.
Good. I'll go and see.
If I find him, I'll bring him back here.
Thank you.
You'll pay me well, I hope !
Ah, I'm kidding.
The children are asleep.
You're going to go to Palestine ?
With a guy you barely know !
Why not ?
He's nice.
And I feel he's generous.
Listening to you, it sounds like I'm neither.
Jean !
I'll never forget you, but you're neither kind nor generous.
He may be kind and generous, but you don't love him.
Listen...
to love or not love...
what matters for me today, is honesty.
Honesty ! Honesty...
is to get you to safety as fast as possible, alone.
And in a few months, when spirits have calmed to meet again, as we've said.
I wanted to see you again.
I'm alone, Rita.
I'm alone in the world.
That isn't a reason for David and me to run all the risks that you run.
If you loved me, loved us both, you'd have thought of that.
One can't always think of everything.
Especially when you love.
Tell me at least that I count for you.
But that, you know.
I didn't see anyone.
Apart from three armed FFI distributing blankets.
We have to go to the shop, Near the Mairie.
OK. Tell me where. I'll go. No, not you.
He won't open for a stranger. You need to go.
But does he know me ?
Yes... he has your name and photo.
Yes...
Because I foolishly thought perhaps she'd come with me.
So I... I'll go. I don't much like this !
Ezéchiel...
In the last two days, the world has changed.
I'm Jewish and undocumented, So I risk nothing.
Give me the address.
Nothing, we have nothing.
Everything didn't volatilize with our arrival....
what happened to the black market ?
The traffickers are all on the run.
Or keeping their heads down.
Ah ! Larcher.
I have good news for you.
You're the only one. Hortense is in Villeneuve.
In the prison ? At home...
under house arrest.
Be be sure to tell her not to go out, until further notice, huh !
With her allure, she wouldn't go unnoticed.
Please.
What do you plan for her ?
The Purification Commission will examine her case in a few weeks.
But it should be fine.
Above all, in view of your new position.
Thank you for trusting me, in this context.
I'd lost all taste for collective action. You've given it back to me. Almost intact.
Your appointment isn't unanimous, so I need quick results.
You're already speaking like a Préfet. I learn quickly.
Victor, please.
Do you have a plan ?
For Health...
The Sisters of Sainte-Marie are ready to help.
They're going to pray ?
There are over 30 of them.
And all registered nurses.
Also they've a good pharmacy. There's even some penicillin.
Good job !
As to Housing...
There's a clandestine depot of the Armistice Army...
near Moissay.
The FFI have grabbed the weapons, but they've left the tents and cots.
It's enough to sleep, let's say 300 people.
I told you he was good.
There remains the crucial matter, food.
For that... I have no solution.
It was too much to hope for !
But I know someone who could have one.
Who ?
Why didn't Bériot come himself ?
He can't be seen in contact with you !
Not officially...
Whereas he can, with you.
Will you take some tea ?
Yes, please.
Apparently he makes a distinction between you and me.
And you ?
Do you make a distinction ?
Listen...
We'll talk about that when we're retired.
Retirement !
I'm going to be kicked out, Larcher. I'll have no Retirement.
And apart from serving the State, I know no other work.
Excuse me.
I'm sorry.
So you see ! It's not important.
I have no savings, Larcher.
Even this room, I'm not sure of being able to keep it.
If you want to improve your situation...
you have to help me find food.
Quickly, and in quantity.
Specifically, what do I gain ?
Bériot's gratitude.
That's vague.
What do you want ?
Safe conduct to Switzerland.
And in the short term...
decent food.
That shouldn't be a problem.
There's actually...
a shed...
full of food...
hams...
sausages, cheeses...
bulk canned goods...
as far as you can see. Jam.
enough to feed maybe a thousand people for a week.
Oh... That would be tremendous.
The owner, a Doriotiste, was shot...
by the FTP last week and I think his entourage...
fled without having time to empty the place... Where is it ?
Come back with the safe conduct...
and a good dinner.
And I'll take you there. You...
I'll trust no-one else.
Anything new on Marchetti ?
No. Negative, no.
I think everyone thinks they've seen him, but he hasn't been here for ages.
What's all that ?
It's... nothing. I'm sorting out old stuff...
Order is very important... in the Police !
Why was Mère Schwartz allowed to leave ?
Because there's nothing against her.
In any case, nothing official.
Well...
she was anti-Résistant, anti-Jewish, anti-everything...
she spouted hate publicly. Many times.
Listen, if we were to imprison everyone who...
at one time or another
spouted hate since '40, Fernand...
half of France would be there.
But at least we should pay back real filth like Mère Schwartz, no ?
No !
Because we obey the hierarchy.
Obeying orders ! That's what we reproached the Vichy for.
Well you were wrong. A cop obeys.
It's like in the army.
If you start to challenge the hierarchy, nothing works.
Oh yes ? Even if the hierarchy asks you to do disgusting things ?
If you stay with us in the coming weeks...
you'll have to arrest a lot of people.
Are you always going to ask if it's right ? Well yes.
Then you'll get migraine fast.
Justice is the judges affair.
We're just the Police.
And believe me, judges are no better than us.
Those who condemn Collabos today...
are the same who condemned Résistants two weeks ago.
Think about it.
Hello. Did you miss your train ?
I went...
but I stopped at the station buffet to get Viandox, but they had none.
And you thought to find Viandox here ?
I left...
when I heard a clamour from the back room.
There were a dozen, or more, guys, almost all armed...
FFI or FTP ?
I don't know.
But I recognized the guy...
who was President of the Court Martial at first.
The one you replaced. It's Anselme.
He spoke of taking the Commissariat by assault.
They say they want to liquidate the last Miliciens.
And do their own policing.
They say they can't trust you any longer.
Bériot, Larcher and you.
They put me in the same bag ?
Antoine, they're not kidding, I assure you.
No... they're getting carried away with themselves.
They won't do anything.
They arranged a rendezvous with others...
this afternoon near the War Memorial.
What do you think about this ?
We need to be careful.
This kind of stuff can blow up very quickly.
People are hungry. The hopes stirred by Libération are evaporating...
Nobody knows exactly where we're going.
Are you willing to help me ?
To really help me ?
Or do you want to join them ?
You know very well I'll never let you down.
Many people have died for uttering that phrase.
Go and hang around the War Memorial this afternoon.
Mix with the group...
listen carefully...
and if it heats up, warn us.
I want you ! .
Please.
We won't see each other for weeks after this.
I'll walk back with Mademoiselle.
I'll be... an hour or so.
At your orders, Chief.
What do you want ?
I'm delighted to see you, too.
Will you let me in ?
You look tired. I haven't slept for two days.
Can I do something for you ? Yes.
Get me some news of Heinrich.
I mean for you...
here and now.
Aren't you hungry ?
It's not thanks to Heinrich you escape prison.
It's thanks to me.
To you !
The wheel turns, Hortense.
Bériot has appointed me Civilian Administrator.
Apparently, some recognize what I did since '40 wasn't so bad.
Of course it wasn't so bad.
But what did you expect ? A medal !
Not a medal ! No.
That they stop calling me a Collabo.
That they recognize...
Obviously, it doesn't interest you.
I don't understand why people's opinions are important to you.
Only you can really judge your actions, Daniel.
Oh yes, you...
of course. The opinions of others...
OK ! Do you want to help me get news of Heinrich ?
No ! At least know if he's still alive.
Don't exaggerate, now !
Well then, I'm going to get it myself. No.
Let go of me !
You can't leave home for now.
You'd be arrested.
Bériot was quite specific.
You must be happy.
Why ?
Well, so innocent like, you managed to make me your prisoner.
You have something for me ?
Really, you were always the biggest fool. In serving you.
And in a less flowery way ?
I picked through '41.
Nothing on Bériot.
You've nothing ? Nothing !
Except that from October they suspected him of being Résistant.
You can't create trouble for him with that.
And his wife ?
No trace of a liaison with a Boche.
She even helped the Résistance, on November 11th.
She may even get a medal.
So you're empty-handed.
That's why the flowers ?
No.
They're for your beautiful eyes.
I have nothing on Bériot...
but I've a nice bit of stuff on someone else.
And it's even better than if it was on Bériot.
I'm going to miss you.
Me too.
But you'll be safer at your grandmother's.
And then in a few weeks...
What we will do ?
Mmm, I don't know exactly.
But we will.
Will you come and see me at Mammé's ?
There's a spare room.
Perhaps.
Just maybe ?
You know...
I'm going to have hellish work at the Commissariat.
It's such a mess !
And if he really is in Villeneuve...
I have to find Marchetti.
He's really a strange guy, that one.
Yes, strange, strange...
But you know him ?
Well, the other day he was at the station, with the Miliciens and families.
Waiting for the train that never came. Really ?
It was him who killed the German Kommandant.
But why did he do that ?
To prevent the Boches killing the Jews.
No, that's not possible !
During the shooting, I actually saw him...
He killed the Boche officer, and then went to get a Jewess on the dock.
A brunette with small child, and he took them away.
It's easy to see who that would be.
Rita Wittenberg.
Alias De Witt.
We arrested her with the Jews in the summer of 42.
The type that attracted Marchetti. He fell hard for her.
They lived common-law for some months, then there was a rift...
and she left for Switzerland, look.
This is her. Wait but...
I've seen this girl not long ago.
You saw her ? At the Libération Ball.
She danced with a guy with curly brown hair...
He wore glasses...
Maybe Marchetti wasn't just looking for a hideout ?
When he broke into the Accommodation Office.
Maybe he was looking for her.
See if this Rita Witt made an application for housing recently.
If yes, we'll go there.
Otherwise...
we should find the guy she was dancing with.
Do you have photos of Jews arrested with that girl in '42 ? Yes.
Hello Edmond.
What a talent for obtaining silence.
I'll hire you for the school, you can train the masters.
It'll be the revenge of a dunce.
Good.
I've insisted that Docteur Larcher, who's created a remarkable action plan...
presents it himself to the CDL...
enlarged from the former municipal council.
Good day everyone.
I know many people around the table...
including those of the former council.
And I salute you.
I'm... particularly proud to work with you.
There are now three serious issues.
Food Supply, Accommodation and Health.
On these three issues, I propose a solution. Impressive !
For Food Supply...
One moment.
Monsieur le Préfet, do you endorse this plan ?
Absolutely, it's brilliant, as you'll see. And you trust Monsieur Larcher to implement it ?
Otherwise he wouldn't be here. What are you getting at ?
Do you trust him more generally, then ?
Well, yes. What's your point ?
My point, Monsieur le Préfet...
is that Daniel Larcher here...
Daniel Larcher, who was appointed...
and not elected...
Mayor of Villeneuve from '40 to '42...
Daniel Larcher...
was an informant, in October 1943, of the German Police.
In this case, Heinrich Müller, Chief of the SD. That's ridiculous.
This document...
which fell into our hands by chance, proves it.
Daniel Larcher was in a cell with his brother Marcel...
a hero of the Résistance...
Heinrich Müller freed him...
on November 8th, 1943...
noting clearly, in red pencil...
German Police Informant
Well, defend yourself, Larcher !
It's false !
It was... it was...
a ploy to get me out. That's it !
A ploy !
Whose ploy ?
Well, answer, Larcher !
Of Heinrich Müller.
You all know very well, that he was my wife's lover.
He felt compelled to get me out. That's it.
Apparently Monsieur le Préfet, you're entrusting the town keys to a former Boche snitch.
I won't let you ! A paid agent of the SD !
Who left his brother, Marcel, to be shot...
And who afterwards, no doubt, went with Müller to celebrate.
And the beautiful Hortense in a crew we can only imagine.
Monsieur le Préfet...
our 75,000 shot are turning over in their graves...
But, really... Be quiet, Larcher !
I thank the CDL and its Président for this valuable information...
of which I was obviously unaware.
Daniel Larcher is dismissed from his functions. It's unfair !
I ask you to join your wife in her house-arrest.
You'll be tried as soon as possible.
I'll review matters and see who can assume the heavy task of restoring the town.
The meeting is adjourned.
How could you do such a thing ? But, I didn't do anything.
This was Müller's dirty trick ! It's worse.
You betrayed my trust beyond all imagining. I have to say it !
But, I don't remember any of it.
A bogus paper, with a bogus signature...
You don't live in the real world !
I really can't do anything for you.
You realize that if I don't go to see Servier, you can say goodbye to the food ?
What I realize is that your inconsistency could cost me my job.
Go home Larcher, well, to Hortense's.
I can't now promise you a thing. Not for you, or her.
But we had an agreement !
Which assumed you weren't a German Police informant.
I'll have to encourage severity against Hortense, even against you.
Why didn't you tell me before ?
Do you want me to tell everyone who's sleeping in your spare room ?
You can rest easy, the friend is gone.
She's been gone an hour...
It's not normal.
You said it would be 20 minutes.
She must be delayed.
Frankly, you should never have come.
Rest assured, I'm going to disappear for good.
Will you recognize David as your own ?
If Rita asks me to.
Do you plan to do everything she asks ?
Perhaps that will be good for her.
Police ! Open up.
Go with the children.
Monsieur Kohn ? Yes.
Sorry to bother you.
Do you live here alone ?
There's my daughter who's sitting over there.
Weren't you a Policeman back in '42 ?
We're looking for a woman.
Rita Wittenberg.
Or De Witt.
Does that mean anything to you ? No.
Are you sure ? I have an excellent memory.
However, witnesses saw you dancing with her at the Libération Ball.
You know, I danced with lots of women at the Ball.
I didn't ask their names.
This is her.
Ah, yes, I remember.
Her name's Rita ?
She danced very well.
And you don't know where she could be ?
No idea, but... what did she do wrong ?
Is this your cap ?
It's my lucky hat.
But I'm not accustomed to wearing it in the house.
Good... Well, if you see Madame de Witt...
inform me immediately.
Goodbye.
Are you OK ?
They're looking for Rita, I must get her back.
But you have to leave quickly.
You've become dangerous for her. Do you understand that ?
I wish I could say goodbye, however.
Anyway, I can't take David with me.
Can you watch him for an hour ? Maximum two.
Obviously.
Good, we're off. Go !
I'm alone.
I've conned the kid.
I told him I'd an errand to run, and he's gone back to the nick.
Why come back then ? To talk about old times ? Time you don't have much of.
The kid is smart.
He'll find Rita de Witt...
and he latched on to your cap.
I don't even know any more when I gave it to you
Christmas '41.
Why didn't you squeal on me ?
It could have been good for your new career.
Well, I have principles. Unlike some.
You mean me ?
You don't betray a friend.
Even when he's a crook.
Are you kidding. Didn't you squeal on me to Chassagne, perhaps ?
That wasn't the same. That wasn't the same ?
Whatever.
How did you manage to keep your job ?
I was lucky.
Is there a niche for an ex-cop from General Intelligence ?
Excellent service record... willing... honest...
Don't cry David.
Stop crying.
I don't know... sing him a song.
I don't know any songs.
You know one or two well !
Maréchal...
here we are...
Before you, the saviour of France...
We swear...
we, your boys...
to serve and follow in your footsteps
Bravo !
I believe he's calmed down.
Subtitles by Rod Clarke Whitby, Ont. Nov. 2015