I must find a place to telephone. That's it, you'll really get us taken.
Phone cabins are tapped and bistros are full of Collaborators.
Wait, wait, stand still so we can think. Stop!
You really like to give orders, you should have joined the army.
But I was ready, the war prevented me.
You were unable to join the army because of the war ?
That's comical.
You've got something against the army? Everything my friend, everything !
Without the army, how could you defend your country? You believe our army defended the country?
Hey, you down there! In the name of the law, stop.
We were lucky. Really lucky.
You believe you can go back there ? You're right. You can't call.
I'm always right.
Are you always modest, too ? Always.
Come on.
I know where we can go.
I have a pal who's hiding on a farm not too far away. Where ?
Two to three kilometres, at a pal of my father's. A pal of your father ?
Why didn't you go to hide there, then? Because he's a pal of my father's.
But now that we're on the run... for a day or two, just to see what happens.
And you think there's a phone there ?
...At the Saint-Jean dance. Just one kiss was enough for me...
I didn't see you.
I didn't want to disturb you... You sing so well! Don't exaggerate.
My father wanted me to make a career of it, but... no money.
I learned that the Headmaster of your school had been arrested.
Yes... with three colleagues.
I believe he died under torture. Was that the problem you mentioned ?
Oh, it's not that I think Resistance is a problem. No, of course.
Besides... your husband, he's in it too, I've been told. No?
I don't know. He doesn't talk to me about any of those things.
And... what does he talk to you about then ?
Madame Bériot ? Yes.
Payroll. Thank you.
National Aid, and the newspaper. Thank you.
Is there a Marguerite Martin here? That's me.
I'm the new Singing Mistress.
I wanted to take singing lessons myself. Thank you.
Ah well... Good day. Good day.
Goodbye. Goodbye.
Is it bad news ? It's my husband.
He's in a Stalag.
Ah... I didn't understand that you were married.
I don't much like talking about it. It might be good news.
Yes, perhaps, excuse me.
Thierry !
Thierry ?
Well, can't you answer ? I was afraid it was the Gendarmes.
Who'd call you by your first name ! Oh, one never knows !
Antoine, a friend. Hello.
Is there a phone here? I don't know.
But you've spoken to the farmer ? A bit.
Meaning ? I asked him for something to eat, he told me to bugger off.
Indeed, that is 'a bit'.
You're staying here. Yes, until Claude could return.
Till you could return ? But you didn't tell me that at all !
I told him... perhaps...
Wait! Were they cops at the factory, or were you telling me porkies ?
Yes they were... well, I think so.
Did he tell you he'd return, or not ? Well I mean... I... I... I don't know.
Listen. It wasn't the cops. Listen to me, listen to me !
It wasn't the cops, but I found you friendly and I said to myself...
we'd be stronger if there were more of us.
Stronger for what!
I don't know, organize, find food, a place to sleep...
Arsehole, you blew my rendezvous !
Your rendezvous, rendezvous! You want to hide in Switzerland ? Frankly ! Remarkable...
You couldn't tell me face to face ? Straightforwardly.
What do you mean ? "I think you're OK... and if we hide out together..."
Your rendezvous would serve no purpose.
So, when there's something that doesn't suit you, you lie.
Yes, sometimes. You don't do that ?
At the moment, I'm engaged in something I can't get out of just like that.
I understand.
You, you always understand everything !
But there's something I don't understand.
the Communists... You detested them back then.
In August 1939 when they signed the Pact. You said they were worse than the Boches.
To read your latest letters, you became Maréchalist
You can't deny that the Maréchal protects us.
The Maréchal, Gerard...
He's our imprisoned Comrades by dozens...
shot, deported...
no freedom of the Press, no unions.
And you don't agree with the policy ?
You don't want to come back ?
You know that's not it.
Listen, settle your affairs as you must. But I want you back.
I can get you fake papers to get us into Switzerland with the little one.
How ? From Hubert, Governor of the Villeneuve prison.
Hubert ? And we... We could move to Lausanne.
You're not wearing your wedding ring anymore !
No. I have it, of course...
It's that, as illegals, we can't keep anything on us that could identify us.
What have you done with it ?
I hid it in one of my hideouts.
Listen, Suzanne, I need an answer.
Listen, once more, give me a little time. I have something important to do.
Let's meet tomorrow at the same time.
Don't tell anyone about it. Obviously.
Not even Eléonore.
It strikes me as strange, however, about the wedding ring.
Come on, kids, get up. I told him you couldn't stay here.
You could give us some food ?
Why should I give you something to eat ? I'm not National Aid !
I can work for you. I know wood, I can repair your carts.
Why are you hiding like this ?
We're not hiding, someone stole our car and papers... Stop.
You know very well you're STO evaders.
All we ask of you is a hunk of bread and water.
And then what will you do ? What business is it of yours ?
Yes, you're right.
So you get yourself off, or I call the police.
Shut your big mouths and hide. Not a sound, eh.
This bastard gave us up. Shut it !
Think about it, they didn't come by chance.
If he'd snitched, he wouldn't have wakened us.
He's a Collaborator ! I thought he was a friend of your father's ?
I put it that way so you'd have confidence. There's no need to tell stuff like that, Claude.
Misery ! With all he has to eat, the bastard !
He didn't even want to give us a crust of bread !
In any case, we need to pull out.
Have you an idea ? A good one !
A good one... no.
I have a cousin in the forest with some pals. Guys like us. But we'll have to walk.
In the forest ? What does that mean ?
I think they have a camp... they have food...
do you prefer Switzerland and the brother-in-law ?
Where is it ? Come on.
You're moving.
I'm a living being, Hortense. You can't move or I'll not be able to finish.
You should paint dead bodies. Stop. What a horror.
You don't like it ? What ?
Posing for me.
Do you mean that I like endlessly staying immobile, awaiting your orders ?
How to say this ? No.
That's not nice. I'm not a nice guy.
Oh, when one knows you well...
Yes ! Ah... Ludwig !
{an8}What ? That's all ?
{an8}He said he could have more tomorrow.
{an8}Major Kollwitz wants a meeting on Transport security.
{an8}When ? Right away.
{an8}He can go to hell !
{an8}I'm busy...
You take it more and more often. I have more and more pain.
And it has less and less effect, right ?
This will do it, don't worry. This will do it.
I'm afraid. Of what?
That one day there'll be no more morphine.
Hortense !
As long as there's a Wehrmacht, there'll always be morphine.
Oh, there it is.
Oh, it feels good to no longer feel pain.
If it could always be like this.
As for weapons, you must check them now. In a while, it will be too late.
And above all, it's forbidden to shoot without my order.
Make sure you've nothing on you that identifies you.
It will be okay. Don't worry.
Do what he tells you. Everything will be fine.
How is it ? Yes, it's fine.
Uniform suits you well. I don't find it so.
Marcel, I'm afraid for you.
I mean more than usual, because it's my idea.
You shouldn't.
That's not true now. It's no longer your idea. It's the Party's idea.
The Party doesn't make me into an amnesiac. A pity.
Amnesia sometimes helps.
I saw my husband yesterday.
Suzanne, it's not the time to talk about that.
Marcel, do you love me? Do you really love me ?
Yes.
What are you bringing us ? Pals.
Claude Antoine, Alban, and another two, I don't know their names.
Have you got stuff to eat ? We thought to find some with you !
What? That's what this half wit told us.
Well, you told me were cooking things ! Chestnuts.
They're uneatable, I don't know why.
You've to nick them before they go in the fire.
I've not eaten since yesterday. No reason for bringing strangers.
Have you forgotten we're being hunted, or what ?
Talking of security, your fire's a bad idea. You can see it for miles.
If you want to hide, never show a fire.
You're a smart ass, you. Go on, get lost.
You've nothing for us, we've nothing for you. I don't like lesson givers.
This is stupid, we should... Get back !
I want no more of your lip.
We didn't bring this herd together and I'm not looking after them. Is that clear?
What is it ? My guts !
Are you OK ? Something in the bones, haven't had it for months.
It goes away most time. It gnaws at me from the inside.
I hoped to find a little...solidarity...
human warmth.
Well, we couldn't have known...
But all goes well, guys. I 'm in great shape.
I just a little hungry.
Damn ! You had me !
I believed in your act. Shit !
So we can stay with you ?
Good, you can stay.
Either way, we've nothing to share.
You see, sometimes it can be useful to lie. But you didn't lie.
You play acted, it's not the same.
You're my baby.
It sleepy time, yes, with your blanky.
Jules ?
Marguerite... Well ?
She's hiding something. I'm also hiding something, Lucienne.
We all hide something, but it's rarely exciting for others
She received a letter yesterday...
She told me that it came her husband who's in a Stalag.
But that's certainly true. Except on Stalag letters, there's a special postmark.
While on this one there was an ordinary postmark.
You saw it so closely ! Yes.
I saw the stamp, it had the Maréchal on it, meaning the letter was posted in France.
I don't see how that concerns us.
She's supposed to teach the children values, it's a problem if she lies.
There's no evidence that she is lying. But anyway...
Many prisoners write to associations that pass them to the family.
They get through faster. I didn't know.
But now you do know.
Nevertheless, she has no wedding ring...
A prisoner's wife with no wedding ring, is however... What, however ?
Perhaps she no longer loves her husband. She has a lover. Again, how does it concern us ?
She asked me if you were in the Resistance.
In fact, she thought that you were.
She asked me for confirmation.
She'll have heard hearsay. You're not going to do anything !
No, I'm not going to do anything.
With your suspicions, you've made me... I have to start all over now.
Hey, Max, won't a Gendarme road-block be a bit strange here ?
Shut up ! And get ready to do what you have to do.
It's coming.
What's happening ?
Good morning. Guten tag. The road is blocked.
There was a landslide. Kaput !
What ? I don't know, the road is closed.
Don't move!
You too.
Get out !
On your knees. On your knees !
You get out, too.
Damn, I was afraid.
How much would you have bet on a good ruse ? You know me and bets...
Stay there. Don't move !
Hide, shit!
It's not bad !
It's not bad.
Come on.
We have to take a break. No question. We're still too close to the road.
What about Julien !
Wait, we're not going...
We can at least try to find a doctor. It's ten hours march, minimum.
He'll be dead long before.
Shit. We can't leave him there, like that !
I'll stay with him. Out of the question.
If he's there, it's because of me. No, it's bad luck, that's all.
It happens, it's war. You did what you had to do.
Now, we have to get going.
Go ahead. We need to hide the weapons.
I'll stay with you.
Don't hang about. We'll wait for you at the Tilleuls crossroads, nine o'clock, Monday.
Until then, it's the law of the jungle. No contact, no hideout, nothing. Understand !
I want to sleep.
That's OK !
{an8}How is it possible...
{an8}that young inexperienced recruits...
{an8}find themselves in a transport truck without any protection ?
{an8}These sorts of things happen in wartime
{an8}Under no circumstances !
{an8}These sorts of things happen when those responsible for security...
{an8}which is to say you, don't do their job !
{an8}The terrorists knew where and when to attack.
{an8}They knew the complete itinerary .
{an8}All this will be in my report, Müller.
{an8}Curious, no ?
{an8}In the end, only death wins.
{an8}I'll leave you to your philosophical observations...
{an8}I have to write to their families.
{an8}Ludwig, what did the survivors say ?
{an8}A very well prepared attack...
{an8}some false Gendarmes, there were at least ten.
{an8}They couldn't have known there were soldiers on board.
{an8}They wanted weapons !
{an8}It's really bad luck.
{an8}When will your supplier obtain the morphine ?
{an8}He should already have it.
{an8}Then go and get me some, I no longer have any.
Herr Müller...
On behalf of our country, I offer our most sincere condolences.
And know we'll do everything to find the terrorists who did these heinous acts.
Really ! The Prefect has charged me to transmit to you...
It doesn't interest me !
But tell him this. Fifty hostages will be deported to Germany tonight.
Fifty others will be arrested and become hostages.
Come Herr Müller, we're ready to Collaborate as you wish, and you know it.
But really, fifty arrests !
You're right... One hundred. It'll be one hundred. Herr Müller !
Two hundred Three hundred !
Three dead, three hundred arrests, seems fair to me.
One hundred for one, that is what your Führer said.
Even more reason.
We must crush the terrorist vermin, Servier.
Frighten those who support or would simply like to support it.
You don't frighten with laws and speeches, but with actions.
The Mairie and behind it, all true Frenchmen, are with you.
And you, Servier, are you with us ?
I convey the condolences of the Prefect, and I leave you. You'll be busy with this inquiry.
Monsieur le Maire
We can't do anything with that type of soft pillock.
For once, we're in agreement.
I think we can be in agreement on many things.
Listen, I have a project I'd like to talk to you about.
Come and dine at the house. Tonight, death has spoiled my appetite.
Let's say tomorrow? We'll drink and talk.
Bring Hortense.
Did Julien have family ? I think his mother lived in Nancy.
Sometimes I think you love the war. Am I wrong?
I haven't asked myself that question in a long time.
I'm asking you.
Nobody likes war. If that were true there'd never be one.
Suzanne, it's a real question.
No. But I have a real question.
I'm listening. My wedding ring ?
What?
That round golden thing you borrowed from me in a hotel room, ages ago, remember ?
Yes.
What have you done with it ?
Why ? I'd like to know.
No idea. You're lying, what have you done with it ?
You kept it all this time !
Oh, you know, a wedding ring doesn't get thrown away. Especially when it's not yours.
By keeping it, you violated all our rules of anonymity, Comrade.
Why ? I don't know.
When we were separated, it helped me think of you.
You mustn't lose it because otherwise you'd forget me ?
I don't think so.
Much better that I keep it, then.
It's yours.
We say goodbye here ? I'm going to take a little air.
Tuesday nine o'clock, at the Tilleuls crossroads. Good luck, Comrade.
Excuse me, I forgot to warn you... about the blinds.
And how did you know I had a problem with the blinds ?
Are you telepathic ?
Would you like me to show you ? But I wouldn't want to disturb you.
Definitely, it's a disease with you.
What ? Fear of disturbing.
Show me.
If I can't close it, I'll get myself locked up by Civil Defence...
I think you've broken the mechanism. I'm sorry.
I'll pay, of course.
No, don't be silly. It should have been changed months ago.
Who lived in this room before ?
Me. Really ?
Was it here that you met Mr. Bériot then?
I'd thought you arrived in Villeneuve together.
No. We really need to get this to close.
You're right. Excuse me.
Well, if you're able to repair it, I owe you a drink.
Excuse me, I'll try again.
Could you get me a cloth from the refectory ? Yes, of course.
"Your Marigot."
You got it. You're so strong.
Good, see you tomorrow.
Wait, the cloth for your hands. Ah yes, thank you
Until tomorrow, Lucienne.
Thank you.
Sleep well ?
Yeah right, sleep ! I've got fleas.
And then, that quail. That's nature, eh.
And then the wet.
It may be best for that cough, right ? The cough's my problem.
So ? Nothing.
All the snares are empty. Zero.
Perhaps we need to wait longer. That's not it, its too high.
It's too steep for rabbits.
I'm hungry ! Yeah, well we're all hungry.
I have no answers.
How will we manage when it's really winter?
Maybe we should give ourselves up ? We didn't come this far to give ourselves up.
We must find a solution.
We'll find one. Together.
What if we returned to the farm? What farm ?
The farm where we just hid. It's true that guy had plenty to eat.
Pâtés, chickens, sausages. He sells to the Boche. He must still have some !
We're not returning to a farm where there are Boche. You've another idea ?
We need to eat, and that seems to be the only solution.
It's too dangerous. Fine.
We'll have to monitor the farm before going in there.
Suppose we go back... what will we do?
We'll negotiate with the farmer. He's not friendly, eh?
Wait, guys... We won't steal, agree ?
We told you we'd negotiate. You're a suspicious guy, eh ?
So ?
Three soldiers killed.
These idiots have stolen weapons and disappeared into the wild.
I'm going to have trouble finding them.
You're in pain ! No.
Well, yes. But that's not the problem.
Kollwitz is going to castigate me. The transport should never have been done that way.
I let security slip.
Ah no... that's not like you.
Nowadays, nothing is like anything, Hortense.
Apart from your face.
Is it losing these three soldiers that's depressing you ?
These three soldiers...
It's the war that we're losing.
Stop it. You're saying that to frighten me.
We'll lose the war because we lose a tank every four hours.
And in the same time, the Russians and Americans have built ten.
The same for guns, shells, aircraft...
... it's mathematical.
We haven't lost yet, but we can't win.
And what are you going to do ?
I launch ferocious reprisals that are useless.
Apart from creating dedicated Resistants.
I'm talking about us. Us ?
We're in the dweizemkeit.
What does that mean ?
It's untranslatable.
Einsamkeit is loneliness...
and dweizemkeit is loneliness for two.
That doesn't sound like a future !
Finally ! Yes ?
{an8}I'm sorry
{an8}Everything at Army Supply has been changed since the attack on the truck.
{an8}Our man can give us nothing for three days.
{an8}Try to find me a little good brandy and opium.
{an8}Go to Doctor Bretschneider of the Luftwaffe, he'll perhaps give you some.
You don't have any.
Three days !
I'll never hold out for three days.
Is there anyone here ?
Shouldn't he be here. Maybe in the barn.
Monsieur ?
He's not here. I didn't expect this.
So what do we do ? We wait.
That could be ages, we help ourselves. We said we'd not steal !
If he was here. He's not here !
But it's still worse, if he's not here ! Do what you want, I'm helping myself.
Alban, shit ! You can't do that.
What are you little pricks doing in there ?
We can explain.
Come on, put that away. No question. He's looking for a fight, he'll find one.
What the hell are you doing ! I told you, put it away.
Take your chicken and sod off.
We didn't want to rob you. Fuck off.
This is the tip.
Arsehole !
Listen... Get out !
We'll meet again.
I found it in one of my hideouts.
And I have to give it back to you.
You asked me to answer you quickly.
And you're right, I can't leave the life I lead.
You mean...
you don't want to ?
No, I don't want to.
And if there'd been no war ?
Would that have changed anything ?
If there'd been no war, you wouldn't have been gone three years, Gerard.
You're not going to blame me ! I don't blame you.
It's just that...
I no longer love you.
There's someone else, I suppose.
What matter ?
What am I going to say to Eléanore ?
I hope you'll let me see her.
I don't know. I...
I don't know.
I suppose...
It's OK.
I didn't expect to see you.
It's been so long.
Are you well ?
Listen, I have lot's of patients, are you sick ?
No, I need something. I just have a couple of minutes.
Please.
It will not be long, Mesdames and Messieurs.
It's funny to come back here. Hilarious. What can I do for you?
Is everything well with Sarah ? Like I said, I have lot's of patients.
Really, can we still exchange three polite words ? I - have - patients.
So you've opened a second office at Moissay ?
Yes, I only consult twice a week here, you're lucky to find me. So ?
I need morphine. I know you have some.
Yes, for my patients.
Daniel, this is a favour I'm asking you, a personal favour.
But it's not you who's sick.
But what's the difference. It's me who's asking you.
It changes exactly everything. Oh yes ? And why ?
Because the one who needs morphine...
is deporting fifty people from Villeneuve, Hortense.
Like he's deported dozens since last year.
The truth is you're jealous.
Sorry to disappoint you.
Daniel, you're a doctor. A man's suffering and you're supposed to help him.
As you've sworn to, for twenty five years.
I've treated people he's tortured.
I cared for relatives of people he shot. You think I'll give you morphine for him?
It's on his own conscience, like you.
He has no conscience.
Papa !
Not now, Te Quiero, go back and play. You've grown !
That's enough, go and play.
Go ! Go and play.
Obey your father, please.
You bring him with you when you consult here.
I had to give him a booster injection.
Listen, Hortense in addition to being Nazi and a sadist, Müller is a psychopath.
He destroys himself. He destroys everything he touches.
You refuse to give me what I ask ? Yes.
You're always welcome here, but...
Oh fine. I know the song of nice Daniel. I've heard it for fifteen years.
And you searched her room ! It was she who let me in.
So you read the letter. It was there, under my nose, open.
Which means she wasn't afraid of its contents.
"If they knew who you really are...' Jules she's a liar and an intriguer.
I'm not interrupting you ? How could you interrupt me, in your own school ?
How are you ? Do you like it here ?
Oh, I mean... Yes, yes, everything's perfect.
My room is very good. Your wife is charming...
Is there a problem ? No, no, no, no. Well, a little.
If it's so small, it'll be easy to solve. Of course.
That's it. Your husband's in a Stalag, isn't he ? Yes.
Is that a problem ? No....
if it's true.
I wondered if Lucienne had read the letter.
Just the beginning.
Listen, your privacy is your affair... You're in the Resistance, aren't you ?
I lied about the origin of the letter.
It comes from a member of a group to which I belong. Well...belonged.
Group ! Which group ? The group at my College.
There were four of us.
I was the only one to get away.
Probably because I was the least involved.
Guimard recruited me two months ago. I didn't have time to do much.
In fact it was he who told me you were in deep... as he put it.
You were the only one to get away ? Yes.
Obviously he... he died without talking.
But then, who is it that wrote to you ?
Marigot. That's his cover name.
He's our contact in Besançon.
He's the one who sent our information to London.
I understand.
I would have shown you the letter, but, obviously, I destroyed it.
Of course.
And finally, are you really married ?
I was.
But he died.
I... I'm sorry.
You couldn't know.
Monsieur Bériot... Yes.
You know, I'd very much like to continue what I was doing there, with you.
But I'm not part of the Resistance, Marguerite.
I don't know why Guimard told you that.
I understand. Good day and thank you for your answers.
Excuse me.
I need to take a dossier. Yes, do so Ludwig.
Did you find any morphine ?
No.
It's out of stock.
He'll be disappointed.
Is there any other way of finding some quickly ?
Yes, but it would take a lot of money.
He's not telling you, but he doesn't have any more.
I have something that's worth money.
It's worth at least 5,000 francs.
I don't know. I won't get a good price, and if it's a family heirloom, it's a shame.
It doesn't matter. It's just a wedding ring... used.
As long as it's sufficient.
It's more than enough.
But he won't like it.
That's why it must remain between us.
Can I count on you ?
A Resistant, my goodness ! That explains all this secrecy.
The letter was a coded message.
This is horrible. She must hate me, she must find me...
She finds you charming. There's no problem, believe me.
Do you think she knows I read her letter ? Without a doubt.
She didn't hate me ? In her place, I would hate her.
But you are not her, and she's not you.
Are you OK now ? Are you reassured ?
Yes, yes.
You're not eating ?
I'm not a chicken thief.
Whether you eat now or not, won't change what's been done.
The chickens are stolen, killed and cooked.
And that we can't change. Indeed.
You must be hungry. I'm dying.
Well then, eat !
You don't know what a principle is.
Yes ! But I know that right now they have to be changed often.
Chickens should also have principles. Perhaps.
Eat ! No.
Eat thus unhappy one, whilst yet there's food to eat.
Put water in thy wine. Seekest thou death ?
You know, life isn't theatre. Do you believe that ?
Hey boys, look.
Who are these coves ? In any case, they're not cops.
They me be guys like us ! They're too old.
So, what do we do ? What do you want us to do ?
We'll see what they want.
So, the little pricks...
You know how we treat thieves ? We're not thieves.
Really !
What are you?
You steal but you're not thieves ?
Subtitles by Rod Clarke. Whitby, Ont. April 2014