A French village S07E09 A little bit of red
It's the last time I'll ask you.
Where are the arms hidden?
Where is Miguel?
Are you deaf....or stupid?
You know what I'm going to do if you continue?
I'm going to pull your nails out.
Son of a whore!
And then the tongue. It hurts a lot.
Do you understand?
Robert!
If you pull his tongue out...
...how do you think he'll talk?
Imbecile!
Where is Miguel?
Where are his weapons?
I screw your mother, son of a whore!
Die!
It's better to kill them after they talk...
...not before.
The CIA is here to help us...
...not mock us.
How will we find Miguel now?
We have his wife, Paquita.
It's she who directs the group.
Not him.
Take it away.
No... leave it there!
I hope she knows where Miguel is.
Paquita, is it?
Do you want to die quickly...
...or slowly.
A LITTLE BIT OF RED
Ah she's here. She's really here?
Lets' go.
So...
...your son reads your thoughts.
Yes.
How do you know, Madame Larcher?
Do you read his, perhaps?
No
I know it, I feel it, that's all.
So, I guess you don't believe me.
I'm listening to you.
Do you sleep well at night? No.
There's a the door and the neighbours make noises.
It's important to sleep.
Yes.
I'd very much like to.
We'll fix that.
You smoke a lot, it seems to me.
It helps me. To what?
I don't know.
I don't know....I don't know.
The digestion...
...does that go well?
She eats very little.
And the bowel movements?
Oh, that I don't know.
I shit very well, doctor.
Come on, Hortense!
Can we go back now?
Can we go home. Yes.
We're done, Madame Larcher.
You can wait for us in the next room.
Why? Are you going to talk about me without me?
We're going to have a man-to-man chat.
Between doctors.
Daniel, I want to go home.
Madame Larcher, forgive my frankness, but...
...you're not very easy to live with, right now.
Today you're a problem...
...for your husband...
...for others in general...
...for society.
Don't you want to stop being a problem?
Yes. So...
...go wait for us in the next room.
We won't be long.
My dear colleague...
...you did well to bring your wife.
Her condition is serious.
She locked up our 5 year-old son in a cupboard.
She invents imaginary visitors...
...attempts to murder...
She believes in it.
That's what's terrible.
A priori, I would say...
...paranoid dementia...
...with systematized delusions of persecution.
Ah!
If you don't do anything...
...her condition will only get worse.
You wanted to see me? Yes.
I've a problem with your last picture.
Oh yes?
You don't like it?
Madame Larcher, I greatly admire your work...
I fought for this exhibition that nobody wanted.
Yeah.
But this painting... I can't display it.
You're joking, aren't you?
We're in Villeneuve...
...which suffered much in the Occupation. I was there, Mademoiselle!
And I rather suffered afterwards.
Madame Larcher.
In 1975 we can't show the portrait
A senior SS official who killed with his own hands...
...deported, tortured many people here.
Oh yes! We can show the Boche's bitch but not the Boche!
I beg your pardon?
No. This exhibition will not take place without this painting.
The self-portraits don't make sense without him.
They were created thanks to him.
You say it's your most recent work...
Yes, this is my most recent work.
...but it's always been in my head since the beginning.
Is that too complicated? How will you come to understand?
You, you are with them.
Ah, that's it!
Them?
Forget it!
Madame Larcher...
...we'll have a protest movement.
Maybe a request for a boycott. The Mairie...
Mlle., they let me out of the asylum for this exhibition...
...it's not even my idea.
So the protests, the boycotts, are none of my business.
An exhibition is an act that commits, yes or no?
Yes.
So you show my paintings. All my paintings.
Or I pack up everything and go home.
Take care of it.
That's all there is?
We need twice that for this afternoon.
Go down to the printers. Right now.
Pierre, we must continue there.
We must intensify the political struggle, Comrades.
...we're 3 days from the second round.
A 1/3 of the Villeneuve streets haven't been leafleted.
A 1/4 of the crossroads don't have a distribution of Humanité.
You want the bourgeois to win or what? We're doing the maximum.
We've even brought in the best of the youth camp for reinforcement.
Who's in charge of Rue Gambetta?
Me! With Léonore.
I guess you did all the mailboxes in the street...
...because there are red flags all along it.
Yes, Comrade.
The problem is that we checked.
In the Party, we always check, fortunately.
From No.1 to No.80 there are no leaflets in the mailboxes.
So, Comrade Roland?
It's my fault Comrade.
I lost the leaflets on the bus...
...and daren't confess my failure.
And I lied to Comrade Léonore telling her that I'd...
...distributed the leaflets before our meeting.
Do you understand what I mean when...
...I tell you that the political aspect is not realised in this team?
I lacked lucidity. I apologize to you and the Party.
Losing leaflets is a mistake...
...it happens.
Lying to the Party...
...putting red flags on Rue Gambetta...
...that's something else.
It's petty bourgeois individualism...
...coupled with a tendency to factionalism.
Do you understand?
Yes.
Do you realize the gravity of your act?
I didn't think about it, Comrade.
The Discipline Committee will meet this afternoon to review your case.
Gustave, do you want to be the rapporteur? Yes.
I want the CRS. We've dawdled enough.
But can't you wait for the second round! Three days.
Well really! They're blocking our stocks!
And the strike is winning over the drivers, the loggers.
Tonight a sawmill delegate preaches to the cement factory and quarry.
Are we going to wait for a general strike?
But if we send in the CRS we lose part of the electorate.
But if we do nothing, Raymond looks...
...a weak man incapable of managing a crisis.
It's annoying for a Mayor.
Looks like you're having fun.
Oh, not at all Madame de Cantillon.
I was disappointed to be invalidated but I want my camp to win.
I hope you don't doubt it.
Not at all.
Only, I wonder. Why is Raymond not here?
He had an urgent problem to solve.
Ah! More urgent than a crisis that can jeopardize his election?
What do you want? To know if Raymond really wants to be elected...
You really are...
Good. Are you both finished?
Is this a playground here, or what?
In a match, only united teams win.
Facing us, believe me, the Bolsheviks are solid.
All the more absurd that you agree on sending in the CRS
Unlike me.
Good.
I'll ask de Kervern what he thinks about it.
After all... the CRS is his.
What is it, Jules?
Do you think they'll try to take the stocks by force?
Ask your cop buddy.
He never talks about work at home.
Especially at times like this.
He's a cop. Try to get a date!
Don't count on me.
In any case, Mére Chassagne won't sit idly by.
Are you scared?
Not for me, no, but...
...for those we're dragging along with us.
The cause is just. That's what counts.
Oh yes, you think so?
What?
After all we lived through...
...we're not returning to a petty ordinary life.
To be hoodwinked by the politicians and bourgeois.
We must fight in life.
Or die.
Are you going to nail it or not? This can't be true.
What a clumsy bunch these big lummoxes are.
Wait a bit, it's not obvious, eh? Lucky that we're here.
Come on, I'll nail it myself.
Come on.
Thank you.
And that's the job done!
It seems the sawmill's on strike?
Yes, yes.
Poor Raymond Schwartz, so close to the second round!
I guess you're happy
I can't hide anything from you.
I made you some soup.
My mother always said it was good for stomach ache.
For stomach ache?
I hope so. Obviously!
You're kind.
It almost makes me want to have other discomforts.
Don't talk rubbish.
So, you don't hold it against me?
Why?
Last night.
I don't want to talk about it. I do.
I'm sick. You're kind...
...it seems.
I'm not kind.
I'm just your wife.
Not really.
You know, Lucienne...
...it was Kurt who asked me to do it.
I don't believe you.
He wrote it for me.
Drink your soup, Jules.
I'd prefer wine.
Some wine?
Yes, the wine I opened last night.
It must be at the foot of my bed.
Wine's not good when you have a stomach ache.
But yes, it's very good.
It's the V system.
Be kind...
...my dear and tender wife...
...bring me some wine.
Gustave.
What are you doing?
I'm looking for historical references.
For Roland's disciplinary committee.
Honestly, about this.
There's something wrong.
Tell me.
It wasn't Roland who lost the leaflets...
...it was me.
Why didn't you tell me about it?
I was afraid of your reaction.
And...
...Roland told me not to say anything...
...that would contradict him.
Ah, he's the one who gave you the idea then.
Yes. But it doesn't change anything.
It changes everything!
You can't punish a Comrade...
...when it's me who made the mistake.
Who put the red flags on the plan?
Him. But he did it for me.
Is he in love with you, or what?
No, it's just that, I don't know...
...he's gallant. That's all.
Gallant!
He's made you make a serious political mistake.
And you tell me he's gallant! Yes.
It's him who's at fault Éléonore.
Not you.
Well it's me who lost the leaflets.
He made you indulge in individualistic and petty bourgeois behavior.
Edmond is right.
Gustave...
...at the Disciplinary Committee...
...I'm going to say it was me who lost the leaflets.
You can't do that Éléonore.
Everyone knows we're together...
If...if you do that, you... you risk being excluded.
And you'll screw up my position in the Party.
You don't want to screw up my position in the Party?
No.
Are you in love with Roland? No.
I'm in love with you.
So you don't say anything.
But that's not fair.
You have to take a step back, Éléonore.
I've decided to take a step back, Gustave.
What does that mean?
I'm leaving for Paris tomorrow, for two weeks.
And then afterwards I'll see, but I don't think I'll be coming home.
But that's not possible!
I met someone at the family planning.
He's the doctor.
Ha!
But really, we...we can discuss it. No.
With you, exactly, you can't discuss anything.
I mean, we can work it out.
I don't believe so.
I don't love you anymore, Gustave.
Just like that...
...all of a sudden...
But... it's never suddenly...
...it's a slow thing.
Love comes quickly but leaves slowly.
Basically, I don't think I ever forgave you the Roland story.
Roland who?
The friend in the Party branch in '45.
The leaflets I lost.
But, that was 30 years ago!
We were kids.
Maybe...
...but it was the first time I held anything against you.
You forced me to lie in front of everyone...
I did what I thought was right.
You didn't listen to your heart.
Nor mine.
It was the first of a long series.
For years I waited for you to open your heart, Gustave.
Then I wondered if you had one.
And then I stopped asking myself the question.
Éléonore, give me a chance.
Goodbye, Gustave.
Didn't I give you the day off?
Anselme... came to see me at the farm.
He gave me the strikers' demands.
I've summarized them there.
It's not official.
Why are you giving me this?
Because I'm leaving. Leaving for where?
I'm going to leave the sawmill.
And the dosh you owe me?
I thank you.
For fixing me up, for taking me in here.
I thank you all the more because I didn't do so enough in '43.
But you're going anyway.
You don't count on getting the money? No.
That doesn't sound like you.
I want to sound like me, less and less.
Well, you see, with me it's the opposite.
I need to sound like myself a little more from time to time.
Where are you going?
Home!
No, where are you going to work?
I'm going back to the farm with Geneviève.
We'll raise dairy cows.
I'm going to have children...
...and raise them with her.
It'll be a bit like my next Maquis.
You'll get bored! No.
You're the one who's bored today.
Goodbye.
Raymond.
Good day, Antoine. Goodbye.
What do you want?
Raymond, did you see how... He's leaving. Leaving the sawmill.
Ah?
Good riddance!
There are days, when I find you even more stupid than me!
Yes, you've found your master.
Where were you this morning?
Do you really want to be elected? No.
But I don't have a choice.
It's the only way to pay my debts!
How could you stand up Lanzac?
You're nothing without him.
I thought that I was nothing without you.
You, and Papa!
Where were you?
Right here.
Looking for a way not to file for bankruptcy.
The way is to get elected.
We'll have the region in our hands.
For now, we have a strike on our hands.
Yes, but it won't last long, believe me.
There are only two accesses to the sawmill.
Through the forest or the asphalt road.
The problem is that the buses can't get through the forest route.
Which means the strikers will see us from a distance.
Can't the CRS go through on foot?
It's a long way and dangerous on foot.
Then, as I suppose that after the intervention...
...there'll be arrests and...
...we'll need the buses.
Yes. Are the CRS the purified Vichy Groupe Mobile de Reserve (GMR)?
Purified, in theory.
The leaders are now FFI, but the base...
Yeah.
If you get the green light how long...
...do you need to mount the operation?
I'll have to talk with the CRS Commandant, but...
...probably...
...6 to 8 hours.
Ah, what a pain!
Excuse me, but...
...are we forced to go there?
Well, to the extent that the strikers are blocking the stocks..
...it's better to wade in there rather than let things go, right?
Good. Get the Besançon CRS to position themselves...
...as close as possible to the sawmill without being seen...
...and wait for the green light.
Good. Messieurs!
Excuse me, Monsieur Le Préfet...
...who exactly is that guy?
He's nothing.
He has the confidence of the Général.
...and especially that of the Regional Préfet...
...so we obey him.
Yes, I'd like line 22 in Besançon.
From Préfet de Kervern.
Urgently.
Yes, yes, I'll wait.
Oh, by the way, the Americans swallowed...
...your report on the murder of their NCO.
You can file it.
You're lucky.
Yes, Commandant... de Kervern.
Finally, we'll need your two CRS companies.
As soon as possible.
Thank you.
Stay in your dormitory until we come to get you.
Don't talk to other patients and don't cause a disturbance...
...otherwise we'll restrain you.
Can't I have a single room?
There are none here. We have to be able to see patients...
...even when they're on the lavatory.
But why?
Because of suicides, Madame.
The showers are communal and the cabinet door is glass.
I refuse to take a shower with someone...
...and use the lavatory in front of everyone!
You don't have to accept or refuse.
You'll do what you're told.
If you don't obey, we'll restrain you...
...or put you to sleep.
Can I at least smoke? No, it's strictly forbidden.
But really... It's strictly forbidden, Madame Larcher.
If you're here, it's because you're sick, Madame...
I don't know what illness you have...
...it's none of my business.
But your illness shouldn't prevent the community from living normally.
Is that clear?
I'm told you're only here....
...for a few days, anyway.
Yes, yes.
Good. So do what you're told and everything will be fine.
Follow me.
Hurry up.
Undress please.
There's no screen! No.
Hurry up. It'll soon be your turn to go to the bath.
Is everything OK? Yes.
Have you thought about the Christmas song for the children?
Oh no.
I forgot.
You've forgotten! Yes.
I'm a bad woman.
Ha, no, no, no, no don't start that again.
We have a pact.
Yes. I'm unable to respect it.
I'm incapable of anything.
Lucienne...
Leave me alone.
Lucienne...
Lucienne...!
I feel like I've got leprosy.
Henri was dismissed from the administration...
...without a pension...
...three days after his execution...
Dismissing a deceased, it has to be done, however.
I've no resources.
I sold everything I had.
I lived at my cousin's house, but...
...her son's returning from the army, and she has only two bedrooms
I'm in the street, Daniel.
I understand.
Can I give you a little more tea, Madame Servier?
Henri told me...
...I'm so sorry to ask you this...
Henri told me: "If you have a real problem one day...
I can see him now...
"If you have a real problem one day, go to see Larcher, he will help you".
But, Arlette, I'm really embarrassed for funds myself, just now.
With my National Indignity...
...many patients are cancelling their appointments.
I have debts myself.
I'll probably have to give up my cleaning lady...
So...you really can't do anything?
I don't even know where to sleep tonight.
My things are in the depository.
What shame!
Listen...
Hortense is away for a few days. You can take her room.
And if you do some of my medical secretarial work...
I can offer you lunch and supper in the evening.
Would that suit you?
Thank you.
No!
Do you have something to eat?
What? Do you have anything to eat?
We could share. I'll tell you some secrets.
No, no. I've nothing to eat.
You don't want to share, right?
I'm only here for a few days.
I've been here two years.
That's why your bath lasted so little time.
So little time? But she left me...
...to marinate in there for an hour...
It was three hours the first time.
...with two ten-minute pauses.
Now it's four hours three times a week.
It's supposed to relax me.
They're crazy here.
And this towel doesn't dry anything!
You're lucky to have one...
I have to dry myself in my sheets, so I catch cold at night.
Remember...
...when you really have a fever...
...you go to the infirmary, and there at least...
...you get something to eat.
Because there's nothing to eat here, you know.
Oh no...
Every day...
...patients die of hunger.
What are you talking about?
Listen...when they take you for shocks...
Shocks. What are shocks?
You have to go through the gardens...
...the shock room's on the other side...
...the red brick pavilion with boarded-up windows...
...we call it purgatory....
...the sick who go there, we never see again.
You're saying that to scare me?
This is a test? Yes, it's a test to see if I'm crazy.
Oh yes, to see if I believe in all that's said.
Eh? They're spying on us?
That's it. We're spied on, of course.
You're weird.
Go on, further back.
More.
More. Straighten up! Straighten up!
More.
More. More.
That's good. Stop!
Commandant, are Communists occupying the site?
I don't know, but strikers right now...
...we can't really say they're kids at heart.
Do you think they're armed?
We'll prepare ourselves as if they're armed, and we have to fight back.
Understood? Yes, Commandant.
Come on, come on, get busy, there!
We need blankets.
We're not all going to sleep at the same time, huh.
Citoyen? Yes.
Wake me up at 3 o'clock. I'll relieve you on guard.
At 3 o'clock.
Brigitte, are you crazy or not?
Here. Thank you.
You really believe they'll send in the CRS?
I have no idea myself...
...Suzanne will tell us. She's well informed.
Red alert!
OK. Are you coming?
I'm sleeping here, Hubert.
You what?
I'm sleeping here with the other strikers.
Can we talk for two seconds?
I'll be back! What an asshole, that one.
What is this childish stuff?
We're on strike and busy. I'm sleeping here, that's all.
Out of the question!
Is this the husband or the foreman speaking?
What about Arsène?
Is he going to change himself, perhaps?
I warned my mother. She's sleeping at home.
And my dinner?
The soup is ready, just warm it up.
If you don't, my mother will do it.
In the Stalag, I often had to cook. What do you think?
I think I want to go back with the others.
That's crazy, as soon as I talk about the Stalag, you change the subject.
Hubert, you talk about the Stalag all the time.
I'd like to have seen you there.
Obviously, it would've been something else...
...to get you knocked up by the first comer.
I'm going. I'm not done!
Listen to me.
You're hurting me. Listen to me now!
You're hurting me! I don't care.
Ouch! Hubert!
Don't interfere in this, Monsieur Schwartz.
She's my wife. Yes, but here she's in my home.
You must obey me, Amélie, It's the law.
I can't stand your law anymore!
Amélie, this is going to end badly.
Go calm down somewhere. I'm not leaving without my wife.
I'm sleeping here.
This isn't good, what you're doing, Monsieur Schwartz.
It's really not good.
Are you OK?
I have to go back. Are you sure?
After this, he's liable to do anything to the little one, to my mother.
Can I take you back with my car. With luck we'll arrive before him.
Madame Bériot.
It's kind of you to have come so fast.
Your husband worried me a little on the phone.
It's been two days, has it? But now he's not good at all.
Is he in your bedroom?
No. He's in my old bedroom.
He's more comfortable there.
Jules.
It's Docteur Larcher.
So, Monsieur Bériot...
I'm not brilliant.
I never have been, but...
...well, this time...
...it's the worst.
Oh these cramps!
Ouch! Ah, I took bicarbonate...
...it's getting worse.
You can leave us, Lucienne.
Shall I make him a broth?
No, no, no. He's not to swallow anything for several days.
Except a little water.
I'm coming to see you as soon as I'm done.
I thought you were sleeping at your workplace?
Yes well, in the end, not.
Do you want some soup? Yes.
No, no leave it, I'm fine. I'll go.
I've good news for Gustave and Éléonore...
...the Americans closed the murder case...
...unless there's something unusual, Gustave goes Scot-free.
Really, that's something.
Say...
...the CRS and the sawmill, is it true or not?
Didn't we say we'd not talk about such stuff?
Yes.
But we do talk about it. Yes.
Will it stay between us?
I don't know.
Anyway, everyone knows we're together.
So?
The CRS are 5 km from the sawmill.
On the edge of the forest.
What I tell you here, you can't repeat, or I'll be dismissed.
And their intervention depends on what?
Raymond, Mére Chassagne.
And in my opinion...
...there may be a way to calm the game.
Let the stock of sleepers go.
It'll calm them down.
At least until the second round.
Do that and we lose our best means of pressure.
Oh yes, but if you don't it'll be a bloodbath.
The base of the CRS is the old GMR.
And there are quite a few of them who have accounts to settle.
How can I know that the CRS are there...
...other than from you?
There's a woodcutter who has a cabin not far away.
He may have seen them.
You should go to see him.
By chance.
Your soup is good.
Stop the motor. I'm afraid we'll wake up the kid.
Look, the motorbike's not there.
He must be touring the bistros in the Rue Neuve.
I didn't know that during strikes...
...the boss took strikers home.
Many things have changed since the Occupation.
I think nothing has changed.
That's also true.
Yes actually, Hubert has changed.
He was a good guy before.
Oohh! I don't know what to do.
But, I don't want to bother you with my stories.
You're not bothering me at all.
Do you mind if I stay here a little bit?
Ah no. Not at all. You're welcome.
It's a bit remote here, but it's all we could find.
A cousin of my father rents it to us.
She was a Résistante with Combat.
Married to a Collabo.
Isn't that funny?
I was a Collabo, I was a Résistant.
You're incredible, you!
That must be for you, right?
The inspector in charge of the case will hear you.
You didn't expect that one, did you Schwartz?
Well no.
Oh yes.
I wasn't travelling.
I really tricked Amélie, anyway.
I took the inspector exam in '48.
As a former POW, I was given the fast track...
I took classes everywhere, and then I came back to the locality.
Are you OK?
Is the cell comfortable?
Are you at your ease?
I don't remember that we were talking to each other.
Yes, but we cops, we get to know everyone.
Apart from the hierarchy.
I couldn't believe it, when I came across the Cabernis file.
There was everything in it.
It was Christmas.
There was even the name of the murderer!
Well...
...digging into it.
And as I saw you had your fingers in it, well...
...I dug.
And what did all that get you?
A stinking murder with premeditation....
Concealment of the corpse by a notable Collabo...
...disguised as a late Résistant. Well, I don't know...
8 years, maybe 10...
Especially since the investigation will not be particularly exculpatory...
You see?
Rats... rats...
Good morning ladies! Wake up time.
There are rats under the bed. There are rats under...
Simenon. Yes!
Simenon, do you want the camisole?
The infamous Madame Garnier.
There'll be bread in the soup today...
...don't complain.
Larcher.
Come. It's time.
Courage.
...rats, but they are nice.
I'll think of you!
Hurry up, the whole team is waiting for you.
Go on!
Let's go.
Come on, Madame Larcher.
Help me...
...help me.
Do you smoke, Paquita?
I smoke.
The doctor tells me I smoke too much.
Where are the weapons?
Where is Miguel?
Stop!
What is it?
She won't talk like that.
Let go of her.
With the cigarette, everyone talks.
It's you that told me that.
Not her.
Let go of her.
That's an order, imbecile!
I've had enough of this CIA bullshit!
I love you.
What are you going to do to me?
Don't worry, Madam. We know what we're doing.
What are you going to do to me?
Check the stability of the DC current.
You could at least explain it to me!
You wouldn't understand, Madame. It's for your own good.
No, no, no, no, no, no... Hold her during the setting-up time.
Does my husband know?
Do you have dental fillings?
Open her mouth. Let me...
...my husband aaah!
You're forcing us to be restrictive, Mme. Larcher. We don't like that.
There are seven people here, only to treat you.
Do you understand?
Good. Come on, let's go.
Let her go. Professor, why are we taking them off?
She's agitated.
Attached, the risk of fracture is multiplied by 5.
Listen, we've gone over this enough times!
No need to ask questions.
Come on! The bit.
No, no, no, no, no, no...
Hold!
Is everyone ready?
A hundred volts.
OK, we can relax at the sawmill.
The strikers released the stock of sleepers...
So I gave my word there'd be...
...no CRS intervention today or tomorrow.
You gave your word!
Well, yes...
Lanzac said the stocks were the sticking point.
Tell me...
...if your concubine didn't belong
...with the strikers, would you have given them your word?
Yes, we're putting Paris in a bind.
Yeah! And I think we must send in the CRS...
...and straight away. I know Anselme. He won't let go.
Sending in the CRS, risks putting a Communist in the Mairie!
That's the voter's problem not mine.
Monsieur Le Préfet, I gave my word!
You're lucky that it's not the moment...
...to disavow my chief of police.
And next time, before giving it, you inform me.
Your word!
Understood?
And the CRS goes in on Monday. At dawn.
Is there is room in the first floor cell?
No. No, no, it's full. Put him behind the fence.
Bring in the client.
We've caught a big fish.
Well, well!
Good old Jérôme.
You must have some things to tell us, eh?
Subtitles by Rod Clarke Whitby, Ontario, May 2018