Loriot, get of here.
When I... I'm not interested !
All I know is I can't trust you. That's all.
The outcome of your tricks, we'll settle with the Préfet later.
But now, get out.
You shouldn't break him. He believes in friendship.
He's a good cop.
Yeah. Come on. Let's go.
I can't leave the kid here on his own.
He's your son, if I've understood correctly ?
Yes.
And his mother ? Where's she ?
She's out and about.
Well, keep him in your arms.
It'll be as effective as handcuffs. Come on !
Come on, we're going for a walk, my baby.
I have to... I have to leave a word for his mother.
Hurry up.
Hey, what's wrong with you, I thought we had to be discreet.
Everything's changed. We both have to leave.
Together ? At the same time, anyway. At once.
But why ?
Because of your dear Heinrich.
Last year, when he let me go, remember ?
Obviously !
Collabo ! That was already hard...
now it's Boche snitch !
That's how I'll be remembered. Thank you Heinrich. Thank you
If he hadn't done it, you'd be dead.
I'd have preferred it. At least I'd be with Marcel. I envy him, you know !
Yes, it's easy to say that when you're alive.
They're going to come, Hortense.
They're going to come for you. I can't do anything to protect you.
I don't care, Daniel.
It's all the same to me. Don't say that !
You're young, you should live.
I don't want to anymore.
I'll get news of Heinrich.
Do you promise me ?
They're here.
Good day.
In fact, we're just guarding you.
You can't go out. OK ?
We apologize.
Marshal, here we are...
Before you...
the saviour...
of France...
You'll soon have to find another song.
Go, ahead.
Go in ! And give him to me.
Why ? Because you don't have much of a future.
Go on, don't argue.
What are you going to do with him ?
I suppose...
Public Assistance.
It wouldn't be difficult to find his mother. We really have other things to do.
Come on, pass him to me.
Shit ! You could send for his mother, anyway.
No news from Fernand ? No, nothing. It's quiet.
Antoine !
It's terrific that you've succeeded.
Is he yours ? No !
He's his.
His ? Yes.
Poor kid !
Wait.
Stay here. I'm going to pick up the phone.
Sit down. Stay there.
Yes, hello. Lanzac speaking.
Give me Bériot. It's for you.
Commissaire Lanzac.
I hope I at least get the Légion d'Honneur ! Bériot here!
So you've got Marchetti ?
My Chief of Police just arrested him.
Without any violence.
Terrific. OK., You need to bring him to Dijon quickly.
To Dijon ?
There'll be a grand trial of northeastern Collabos, in 2 weeks.
It's important to have a big fish. Just now we're a little light.
Marchetti... "The Butcher of Villeneuve" is perfect.
But people here will never accept that. That's your problem.
You're asking too much here. Bériot...
with the Larcher case, you're on the verge of dismissal.
I want Marchetti in my office tonight. Is that clear ?
Who knows you arrested Marchetti ?
No-one...
except Loriot and the Miliciens in the cell with him.
Lanzac wants him in Dijon ? Yeah !
I'll take him myself.
My car's downstairs. But wait...
if this continues,I'll end up agreeing with Anselme,
The important thing is that he be tried and sentenced.
What's the difference; Dijon tomorrow or Villeneuve today ?
Everything ! For the people here.
Antoine, this is my only chance to redeem myself.
Do you want Edmond and the Communists to take over the Mairie ?
No. Then you must help me.
I'm the only one who can stop them.
Come on, please. Don't waste time.
Cover his face with a coat and meet me below.
But !
What about the kid ?
They're coming !
The Patriotic Militia headed by Anselme and Suzanne.
And rumour has it, that Marchetti's in Villeneuve.
And Préfet and Police are protecting him !
That's ridiculous ! Anyway, they firmly believe it.
Marchetti's actually in the cell.
Really, Antoine ! Without help, we've no chance.
You can't convey him to Dijon alone.
OK, so...
I have to find a way to convince them it's a rumour.
I'm going to go down to meet them.
Alone !
Did you see him or not ? We saw him !
How do you know he's here ?
What's that sash ?
I thought some of you might need a booster shot.
The Blue-White-Red, you mean ?
But we represent France as much as you do, more even.
We stayed here for five years.
Good. You seem to have things to say, questions to ask. I'm listening...
Marchetti was nearly nabbed 2 hours ago, in Villeneuve.
An FFI saw him, and even fired at him.
Are you aware of that ?
What is weird, is that he hasn't been arrested.
Look, we all want Marchetti to pay for his crimes. No-one as much as me !
He killed my mother ! I know, Raoul.
But Marchetti's not in Villeneuve. He's in Switzerland.
Here's a Geneva Police cable, dated this morning.
Saying Marchetti's reported in the city...
and asking what to do if they arrest him.
Many people think they saw Marchetti recently...
but he's long gone like all serious Collabos.
My pal Hugo saw him, just as I see you !
And he even shot at him.
And... where is this Hugo ?
Is he here, among you ? No.
No. He's got 5 kids, he's busy. Well good for them !
It's all rumours, here. Marchetti this way, Marchetti that way...
For sure it's more exciting than rolling sleeves to rebuild the country.
Oh, yes ! We all want to rebuild the country.
Only, you block everything ! People are starving and you palaver.
We know there's hidden food.
We're talking of a hangar filled with black market goods.
Ah, I'm not aware of that.
You are aware. Obviously.
You're using the shortage to consolidate your power.
Oh no, Suzanne.
We risked our lives together for months...
How can you believe that ?
We don't necessarily agree on methods, but the aim's the same.
A united France...
which rebuilds itself...
on the values of the Résistance...
after settling the fate of black sheep like Marchetti.
We want guarantees on Food Supply.
First the poor families.
I suggest you come to the CDL meeting tomorrow...
after the ceremony for 'The Hung'.
Say what you will, and we'll vote on your proposals.
That OK with you?
No thrushes.. so eat blackbirds ?
But you must account for us, Monsieur Le Préfet.
And you can count on me. I hope so.
Until tomorrow.
That didn't play out so great, but I think they believed me.
You realize we're deceiving our friends to smuggle out an enemy !
But that's politics.
You'll come around to it, you'll see.
I really preferred the maquis.
The trick is to never lose sight, of the objective we have.
The means...
What do we do now ?
I'll wait till they disperse and I'll take Marchetti to Dijon.
Right now, they're not dispersing.
The smuggler was arrested.
Jean ? Rita.
My God !
Bériot puts me to sleep with his verbiage !
He was always like that in school.
I don't know if he's sincere.
Sometimes I feel he defends the Public Interest, and other times I don't know.
There's the smell of a scam.
Well, what do we do ?
I'm out of ideas.
So, we can only go and get a nice glass of booze !
Edmond wants us to organize a demonstration against the shortages.
I still prefer to booze.
Do you know where they put Marchetti ? Marchetti's in Switzerland.
No, he's not in Switzerland. He was arrested 300m from here.
How do you know that ? Antoine, the Chief of Police arrested him.
Are there other exits ?
The one we took with Suzanne when they released us.
Do you have time to get Marchetti and take him down there ?
Follow orders. It's Marchetti we want, not the scum !
What's going on ? Nothing.
Come on, leave !
And us ? You stay here.
Give him the kid !
Take the small door on the right. Go downstairs directly to the street.
Bériot's waiting for you there. What do I do if they see us ?
Improvise.
And you, if you don't want real trouble,
whatever happens, keep quiet.
So where's the Chief of Police ?
They must have hidden Marchetti somewhere else.
He may be in a cell. Let's go.
Ah, finally !
Follow me.
Careful ! Quietly.
Which is your car ? Huh ? It's the second one, at the far end.
We'll have to wait.
It seems you arrested Marchetti an hour ago !
I haven't budged from here since this morning.
Come off it. His chick put us in the picture.
Wait... Marchetti may have been arrested, but not by me.
He's not here. Look for yourself !
You're not shielding Marchetti, eh !
Go, go, go. We have to go there.
Let's go, let's go, let's go...
David !
Get going ! What's this circus !
Guys, lower your arms. On the ground. Quick !
What's wrong with you ? Do what I say. Whore !
Obey, in the name of the GPRF.
Monsieur Le Préfet, get in the car.
Move it !
The handcuffs, put him in handcuffs.
Move it !
Farewell Rita.
Come on, move it ! Damn it's Marchetti !
Marchetti, try it and I'll shoot you like a dog.
Where are you taking him ?
Them !
They must know if Marchetti was here.
Did you see him ?
And you ?
You, at the back, did you see him ?
Er... Shut up ! What do you mean by 'shut up' ?
Come on, talk and we'll free you. That's out of the question !
You're still trying to lie to us, eh ?
No.
I'm just surprised you want to release Miliciens. Yeah...
That would be more your style, given your courtship.
The Préfet's just taken Marchetti...
in a car down below, with Fernand.
What !
Why are we flanneling around like this ?
You've wasted time, arsehole.
You've conned us while Bériot... Whore !..
Marie's murderer ! They had him here !
He'll be tried. And condemned.
But in Dijon. Likely story ! Until Bériot changes his mind.
What you're doing is really disgusting.
You really are a pumped-up little functionary.
No.
It's just that I believe in the Republic.
It's not the Entente Cordiale, in the Résistance.
Know what I say to the Entente Cordiale !
Whore ! You're sick !
I don't care.
You shouldn't have conned us about Marchetti.
Stop that ! Whore !
Today we're settling accounts !
Wait !
Don't snuff them.
We'll take him and have a laugh.
Stop that ! Shit !
You ruin everything !
Yes ? You wouldn't have a glass of water ?
Without wanting to bother you too much. I'll go get you one.
No, wait, I'll go.
Go get two glasses of water. Hurry up.
See to it that the other one drinks too.
Will it kill them ? No.
Don't be stupid. Hurry up.
Come in. Come in please. Here.
Thank you. Come in !
Here, for you. No, thank you.
Aren't you thirsty ? No.
That's a shame, it's from our spring. Very good for health.
No, thanks, you're kind.
Come on, just to please me.
It's good. Well, there you are.
Go get your things ready.
Take a scarf for your hair. Yes.
We'll go to one of my patients.
Old Nestor, you know him.
I've called, he's waiting for us. I think he'll lend us his car.
We may need to pay him.
Well my goodness, it's fast.
I bumped up the dose.
Do it quickly before they come to.
Hey, Milicien dog !
Aren't you thirsty ?
And you're not thirsty ?
Ah, yes.
What is this ? No idea.
When I think we could have had Marchetti !
Now what do we do ?
Bériot is steering for Dijon...
Antoine's lights are out.
Whatever we want...
the town's ours.
And what do we want ?
It seems Marchetti was arrested.
They've taken him to Dijon. It can't be true !
Good day, Monsieur Larcher.
Are you traveling ? Keep going
Collabo get out. He deserves the rope.
Pay no attention to them.
Ah, you're good.
You should take a little trip to Germany Monsieur Larcher.
I know you !
You sent denunciation letters to the Mairie in '42.
Not at all !
You denounced your neighbour as Jewish.
You're called...
Menonteau.
Serge Menonteau.
You're a shoemaker.
Come on Viviane.
Well, my word...
what a memory !
Wait, wait. I can't go any further. I need to catch my breath.
We're nearly there.
Once at Nestor's we can rest quietly for a moment.
I've always been for you.
We can't stay on the street ! One minute.
Nestor's there !
Come on. All's well.
It's no good looking.
Make the best of them busying at other things.
Daniel it's Ludwig.
Whore ! Bastard !
Calm them, do something !
The French Army is finally victorious !
Load !
Aim ! No !
Who is that bitch ?
This man's a prisoner of war.
You've no right to treat him this way.
Why should we care ?
You'll be tried and convicted if you do this.
I'll be decorated. Yeah !
You'll be prosecuted for war crimes.
I'll testify personally. You'll go to jail.
It's Larcher !
It's Larcher... it's Larcher...
He's still in Villeneuve !
Yes, it's Larcher !
Larcher, the former Mayor...
Larcher the Collabo...
But also Larcher, French citizen...
who'll testify against you, if you kill that man alone and unarmed.
You won't stop us rubbing out Boches !
After all they did to us !
Come on guys ! Take aim !
Then you'll have to kill me at the same time.
Give up, Jean-Louis. We'll take him to the cops, and that's it.
The cops !
No we don't, idiot !
Hey guys... We'll take your Boche.
Hey, come on..
Yes, because there's a gathering of prisoners at Moissay,
And indeed, we're going there.
Thanks Docteur. If we meet again in this life, I'll buy you a drink.
Hurry up.
Ludwig !
Wait !
I thought so...
It's Hortense Larcher !
I mean Müller's whore !
Hey, guys, we've got Mère Larcher.
It's Hortense Larcher. She was thick with Müller !
Leave us alone.
What should I ask my Milicien doggie to do ?
You can't be so cocky now.
You sure you don't want to drink ?
I want you to drink.
No... You can lap instead.
You know, with the tongue.
Good doggie ! Good doggie...
Take your lickies, Fido.
I was a Milicien, and I did stupid things...
But I'm a man !
Give me something to drink... and not a dog !
If I must die, I'll die like a man.
You'll die as you made my mother die.
Get me a real good rope.
Until June 43...
I was an ordinary young man...
No father or mother.
Close to my sister. Shut up !
No ! Let him talk.
He's going to die, he's the right to speak.
I was neither for or against the Maréchal...
I didn't like the Boches...
And I hated Laval, like everyone...
And then there was the STO...
I didn't go to Germany...
I took refuge in the forest...
But I didn't want to be Résistant...
Like most of you, right ?
Until yesterday Résistants were less numerous, eh !
I was mistaken...
Being mistaken never happens to you, eh ?
I've done horrible things...
and for that...
I commend my soul to God...
What you're doing isn't right...
You killed my mother. Was that right ?
I didn't kill your mother, it was Marchetti !
Good, well go ahead and get it over with !
Monsieur !
Thank you, little one.
But I've nothing to give you as a reward.
The Boche's whore...
Dirty slut... Filth...
Collabo...
Dirty bitch... Whore...
You're going to pay...
The bitch is tired.
Having been fucked by a Boche, that's normal.
Come on, it's not far to the garage, André, go get a cart. Hurry up.
And some paint.
We've another of these bitches
She was thick with a Feldwebel.
She denounced her sister.
On your knees, slut.
Good, is that wagon coming ?
I'm innocent !
I'm not.
I swear, I've denounced no-one.
I was doing housework at home.
Then one day he offered me stockings...
He was nice .. what more do you want ?
Come on, whores.
We're going to do a tour in your carriage.
You better hold it well up.
Or you'll regret it. Come on, up. We can't see anything.
Move on, there... Manure transport...
Get them down !
Commandant !
I don't control anyone or anything...
go and see Edmond. He's the one to handle this idiocy.
What are you going to do ?
We're thinking of stripping them naked, and chasing them around with a whip.
And then dipping them in tar...
since they're nymphos... But we have no tar here !
So we could give them a good haircut.
Shiny bald ?
Yes, that's a good idea.
That's what Franco did to the Republicans in Spain.
Can't you find anything better ?
Yeah, well, we're in France now.
Have you got a better idea ?
What do you think, my pretty ?
Are you afraid of catching head cold ?
Do what you want.
What's more, she gives you the cold shoulder, eh !
Go get Albert with his scissors. And bring chairs.
You were pretty proud when you went around town with your SD man.
To the theatre or restaurant...
I can still see you last year, in your mink...
while we froze without heating.
You were eating !
And you ate, and you laughed...
Well it's our turn to laugh now.
Do you remember that your man shot mine ?
And you think that hanging me will bring him back ?
Poor idiot !
Start with the redhead, she's got a big mouth.
Ah, let's go see our friend Albert !
Go ahead, Albert...
Go ahead... Afterwards it's your turn...
Gustave !
Go on...
Get out... yeah...
Go back to the Germans !
Whore !
Can we start ?
Well, yes, yes.
I mean, we're not expecting anyone else ? No no.
Etienne was a quiet man.
Very quiet.
A rare quality.
We are gathered together...
To celebrate the memory of Etienne Charron.
I did not know Etienne...
but I know...
according to his relatives...
he was a modest man ..
a worker...
possessed of those secure and sound values...
transmitted by our ancestors for generations...
and which have been so lacking...
lately.
Etienne...
Here ends your path among us,
but at this very place,
we return to remind ourselves,
to continue with you, in the same way,
those years when we walked together.
And now...
Lord Jesus Christ.
It's to you that we look.
You, one of us,
You, greater than us,
That which you lived on this earth,
All this, we will continue,
and the spirit that you communicated to us, Who can stop it ?
You, in whom man recognizes his true face.
You, who calls us beyond ourselves...
You, already present in these links forged between men...
You... Jesus Christ.
let us be upstanding...
in this love stronger than death.
Amen.
So just like that, they kept you on ?
And as Chief of Police !
Well, yeah !
As Antoine resigned last night...
For now, there aren't many around to take over.
At least, I know the music.
Did you see, Antoine ? No !
I just saw Bériot.
Did he say what he's doing ? Bériot ?
No Antoine ! No.
Just that he was getting out.
Frankly...
why did you come last night ?
I told you my info was a gift.
Well that, too, was a gift.
And anyway your info didn't help.
Bériot saved his skin by transferring Marchetti.
It even seems that he's been congratulated.
It's the world turned upside down.
Will there be other gifts ?
Well, I don't know.
Why not ?
Between the ghosts of Marcel and Antoine...
is there a small place for a petty official ?
With no principles ?
and no ambition ?
Ah ! You know how to sell yourself, don't you ?
Listen...
Marcel was my great love...
Antoine, a mistake.
From all points of view.
And then you...
I don't know...
if you're a little darling.
or just a ray of sunshine.
Sunbeam's fine with me.
Well so much the better, because that's what I need. A little warmth.
To close the eyes.
To be well.
Long live the Libération.
When are you leaving ?
Fernand is to pick me up in an hour.
I want you to show me where you put the body.
René will take you there.
He was with me for the burial.
Did you say a prayer ?
It's... It's not my specialty.
And what is your specialty ?
The War. I believe.
Aren't you tired of it ?
I always dreamed of joining the Army.
I would have done, if it hadn't been for the war.
But in wartime the Army's dangerous.
It's dirty and it's stupid.
I don't think fighting for my country is stupid.
Less stupid than being a cop for your country ?
Let's say I did it at the wrong time.
How long did you sign-up for ?
A year.
It's too long.
You'll forget me.
You're leaving me.
Genevieve.
When I come back...
do you want to be my wife ?
Your wife !
Marry me, then ?
The Church...
the Mairie.
Are you serious ?
It seems that's my main fault.
So ?
Yes or no ?
Yes !
Yes.
Your coffee will get cold. Something warm would do you good.
Besançon was liberated last night.
Well, I mean...
Servier called me this morning.
Didn't the phone wake you ?
He said he expected to be arrested from one minute to the next.
I wonder if... I...
Why are you stirring with your spoon ? You didn't put any sugar in.
Do you want me to stay here, at least for some time ?
Or... or do you want me to leave ?
We can find someone to look after you.
At least... at first. Stay.
You know you can always count on me.
You haven't told me if you saw him ?
Barely.
Just enough time to say goodbye.
Are you sure you want to come ?
Yes.
I want to bring forth the fruits of the desert.
And then... to live in a place...
where there's no enemy.
Finally !
You really going to marry her, then ? Yeah.
A Collabo !
Have you ever held a woman in your arms ?
Not really, no. Come on.
Yes, my cousin at Christmas, but...
her arm was in a sling, so I really hadn't her in my arms.
When you hold her in your arms...
you don't ask her who she votes for.
Obviously, women don't vote ! No, but it was an example.
And yes, they'll vote from next year.
Good. I'll see next year then.
And Genevieve... wasn't a Collabo.
She just...
collaborated a bit with a Boche. Well, good.
But I don't care !
I love her. I'm mad about her !
There are moments when we mustn't wait to celebrate Popular Memory.
moments when the thirst for justice and symbols must be fully expressed
That is why I have decided...
after consultation with the CDL, whom I thank...
warmly for its enthusiastic and fruitful collaboration...
to rebaptise this esplanade...
I prefer to say rename...
"Place Marie Germain"
A modest and insufficient way of honouring...
she, who was the Grand Résistante that we all knew.
and we all mourn...
a life cut short by Nazi barbarism, with nine other innocents.
Marie Germain...
this name that we pass on to our children, our grandchildren and, I hope, beyond...
is finally the symbol of the Résistance...
which was that of the population of Villeneuve.
during those five terrible years.
Certainly, not everyone took up a rifle, a bicycle or a clandestine radio...
or accepted, like Marie Germain...
the supreme sacrifice.
But the heart of Villeneuve beat, from 1940, for Résistance...
to the Occupier.
apart from a few bad apples...
who are paying dearly for their crimes, before the regular Courts of the Republic.
But it's not these few rogue criminals that I want to speak of today.
It is the soul of France...
A France united...
in the fight against the invader...
United around General de Gaulle.
United around the Conseil National de la Résistance where everyone has a part to play.
In a more just community...
more democratic
Ready to rebuild a free and new country.
Vive la République, Vive la Résistance, Vive la France !
And now...
all together...
all united.
You're not singing ?
No. I already sang this piece last year.
Subtitles by Rod Clarke. Grâce a Boutureur ! Whitby, Ont. Nov. 2015