A French village S07E10 28-10-01
PALESTINE UNDER BRITISH MANDATE APRIL 1948
The UN has just voted for the creation of two states. One Jewish, one Palestinian
Since then, the land is on the brink of civil war.
We're late.
I can't go faster on this road. It's too risky.
What did she say?
The worries of a Jewish mother.
I'm sorry , darling, but I understood.
Rachel ! What are they saying?
He's joking about her in Hebrew.
But she understood.
If the Ashkenazim start speaking Hebrew...
...we're done for!
He's afraid we'll all know Hebrew...
No question! That language is impossible.
It looks like Arabic.
It's the language of the country!
Alas... alas!
What was that? I don't know! Maybe the Arabs!
Get you sub-machine gun and no-one move!
In the truck. They're not moving.
Yohav is badly wounded !
We have to get out of the truck.
Quick!
Everyone out of this side!
I think Yohav's dead !
Come on !
Get out ! Quick !
What the hell are you doing ? Go get Rachel !
Come on, Rachel !
How many magazines have you ?
One !
It's not much to hold out for re-reinforcements.
Reinforcements, what reinforcements?
The doctors, the British troops.
They have to be following... in 10 minutes.
They have to arrive.
Jews !
You drive us from our houses !
You kill our wives and our children
Deir Yassin! Deir Yassin! Deir Yassin!
You're all going to die !
Don't worry, Madame, we have...
100 volts.
...the stability of the direct current...
Come on, open your mouth, hurry up...
Madame Larcher we don't like that ..
Are you OK?
Why am I tied down ?
It's always like that after electroshock.
Especially the first time.
Oh my God... I'm hungry!
What does 28-10-01 mean?
You've repeated that just recently.
Yes, yes.
28-10-01, yes...
I don't know what it is anymore.
October 28, 1901?
It's not your date of birth.
Or else you're really well preserved.
Why am I tied down ?
It may not be a date, you know.
2 8 1 0 0 1, a phone number ?
No!
28-10-01 no...
That's the florist from Nantes.
She's been sleeping for two days.
They'll take her to Purgatory.
So, how are you, Madame Larcher?
Untie me...
It's for your own good, Madame.
No, I can't stand it. Untie me.
If Docteur Vignal tells you it's for your own good ..
Untie me...
We'll have to give her another session.
I'll be calm, I'll be calm. I'll not scream.
Untie me.
I'll be calm, I'll not cry, but I implore you, untie me
Do you understand that it's in your interest that we do all this?
Yes. It's for my own good. Yes, I know, it's for my own good.
You should release the upper ones a little.
Yes. Untie me.
We're hungry, Docteur.
We do what we can. What's planned?
A snack around 2 o'clock.
Well there you are, Have a little patience.
Oh, my head's spinning, I feel sick.
That's normal.
I want someone to call my husband.
That's not possible at the moment. Why?
Not before three sessions.
I don't want any more sessions. No....
Madame Larcher, we are following a protocol...
...a scientific protocol that has proven itself...
...it is important. It's for your own good.
Garnier... Garnier, control her.
He wouldn't agree at all.
Calm down !
Stay in bed. Stay calm.
Come on...what is it?
Untie me.
A 32 mg intravenous dose of gardenal. Right now.
Untie me. Untie me. Calm down.
I thought you were to disappear.
I got nicked before I could.
Bad luck.
A routine check at the station.
You'd have thought it was the Occupation.
What did you say to Gallien?
Nothing.
I was waiting to see you.
You can leave us, please.
I haven't finished the procedure. That's an order.
Get yourself a glass of Viandox and then come back.
If you say so, boss.
What do you have to offer me?
Right now, it's like this...
I don't know. Well, you'd better know quickly...
...otherwise, I'll spill the lot.
Jérôme, there are 15 charges against you including 3 for murder.
What do you want me to do? Get me out.
I'm not de Gaulle. So get me transferred.
...and tell my friends about the time and day You can do that.
Yes or no?
What's this caper, Loriot?
No! I have a statement to make.
Gustave Larcher killed the American.
And Commissaire Loriot here rigged the crime scene...
...and hid the evidence.
I'm ready to collaborate with the police and prosecutors.
Under certain conditions.
Monsieur Chief of Police?
Your warrant card and your gun.
You can't do anything?
Monsieur Le Préfet.
No.
I can't do anything.
This villain will spread muck everywhere.
You made a choice, you have to live with it.
Send out a search notice for Gustave Larcher, for murder.
And call the judge for a warrant.
Shit!
Comrades, I have a great news.
Max Anxolabére...
...along with Marcel Larcher, my closest Comrade...
...has been released and will be with us tonight.
Do you know him?
Yes, he was my father's foreman.
Max....
returned to the Party at the Tours Congress...
...he was in the Spanish Civil War...
...so I'm counting on you to organize a reception worthy of the name!
Long live the French Communist Party...
...long live Comrade Stalin and the Red Army...
...long live Max Anxolabére, hero of the Communist Movement!
Long live the Communist Party!
And the Comrades!
What's the matter?
I'm thinking of Roland.
He was crying when he left.
You know...
...I like Roland too.
...but...
...it's in the past.
It is useless to dwell on the past.
We must think about the future.
The Socialist France of tomorrow that we'll build together.
Come on, come on.
Do you need anything? I'm not well.
My breathing's bad.
I can't even sleep anymore.
You want me to call Doctor Larcher? No.
No, it won't help.
Water... soup?
Bring me my bottle.
Jules!
The Doctor said "no alcohol".
If I could at least sleep. That's what I need...
To sleep! I can't anymore. I'm exhausted.
You should listen to him.
Please, Lucienne, help me.
As you wish.
Take the cork out, I won't be able to do it.
That feels good.
I told you wine is the best medicine.
Can I leave you now. Oh no!
Drink a glass with me.
Wine is only really good when you share it.
When you liked the wine...
...the other time, it made me happy.
This one is better, it's your father's wine.
Drink a toast with me.
We'll drink, yes...
Yes...
If you want.
Ah! I'm clumsy. I'm sorry.
Ah...what a mess.
How did Hubert's return go?
He was drunk, he was wretched.
He was almost nice this morning...
...he said nothing about last night.
He's off for the day with his Stalag friends.
What did you tell your colleagues, to justify going to see the boss?
I said nothing. I don't like to tell fibs.
There's no risk of him coming to join us ?
They're in a meeting.
The strike is spreading.
All the better.
I don't follow you.
Ah, it's the strike that brought us together a bit, right?
You're not afraid of bankruptcy?
Well, I'm not going bankrupt, since I'm going to be elected Mayor.
Well, hey.
Right here?
Come.
Anywhere.
You're like me. That's all you've thought about since yesterday, huh!
Yes.
You're crazy. No, I'm a free man.
Messieurs.
I told you, in '45, that you couldn't do it alone.
But I'm not alone.
You can't say that she's helping you a lot.
What do you want, Jeanine?
It amuses you to see me caged ? Is that it ? Not exactly.
But I can get you out of there. Yeah!
And how? Papa!
He's not dead yet? No, he's in great shape.
He has a mistress younger than me!
And how would he manage to get me out of here, Papa?
By getting Hubert Grosjean transferred.
Let's say to Guyana or Martinique.
For him, it's a phone call.
And a phone call that would cost me what? Nothing.
Well...
I miss you, Raymond.
I don't want to remake my life without you.
And your little Editor, there. You're all over the place with him.
Ah, that's for the gallery.
The laughs and the gallery. Ah, good!
The laughs are important too, huh.
The gallery's also important.
I... I'm no longer young, Raymond...
Even if it doesn't show, I...
It's love I need.
Ah, but I haven't loved you for a long time, you know, Jeanine.
That's not true!
You may not want to bring that love to life, but...
...it's there, somewhere in you.
It would be enough to reopen the door.
You're a part of me, Raymond.
I need your hands...
I need your scent...
...I need to hear you snoring. Ah!
I need...
...to hear your childish boasting...
...to gnaw at me, wondering if you're going to deceive me or not...
I need you inside me.
With a phone call, I get out of here and I go home, right?
So, what's to prevent me saying yes...
...and leaving you, once outside?
No. I can do that, you can't.
You're a part of me, the good part.
Yes, but the guy who would say yes, that wouldn't be the good part of you.
I can't.
I love another woman.
A woman who'll come to see me every day even if it lasts 5 years.
...without asking anything other than...
...to exist and to continue to love her. That's all.
So...
...I still love you a little, maybe, that's it.
Somewhere...
...but I'm free of you.
From you and Papa. And that, I swear ..
...doesn't have a price.
Farewell, Jeanine.
I hope you get 15 years!
This smells like cops.
This is an official step.
You have 24 hours to vacate the premises.
After that I'll give the order to the CRS...
...to remove you by force.
The Chief of Police gave his word.
The Chief of Police has been dismissed.
It's me who's responsible for the case...
...and I don't have his way of thinking.
Does Raymond know about the CRS ?
It was the management of the sawmill, itself...
...who yesterday asked for police intervention.
To my knowledge, there was no counter order.
This strike is illegal...
...this occupation is illegal...
...and I'm here to uphold the law.
Is that clear?
Do you think you impress us with your threats?
I'm not threatening you, Anselme.
I'm warning you.
And I warn you that we'll receive them, your CRS.
Yes. We have weapons.
Those of the Résistance.
24 hours.
28-10-01
It's my birth date.
Ah, you came.
I always end up coming.
I'm like the cavalry...
...in American Westerns.
Are you going to take me?
As soon as possible.
When?
You're still beautiful, Hortense.
And you're still a liar.
I always told people what they wanted to hear.
I should have gone into politics!
Oh! How awful.
Your aggression just now...
...crossed a limit, Madame Larcher.
That thing you did to me crushed me.
Here, we empower the insane.
It's important that you understand what I'm going to tell you.
I don't understand anything you tell me.
Then listen, Madame Larcher. Concentrate.
I can't do that.
You're a danger to yourself, and to others.
So I'm going to ask the Préfet for your involuntary internment.
Why?
For a period of one month.
I want to see my husband.
You... have you informed my husband?
Not me! No. No. No. You don't have the right.
On the contrary.
You need to learn what the social contract is, Madame Larcher.
Living together... Untie me.
I want to see my husband.
He'll be notified in due form, and at a time prescribed by law.
You must control yourself... and learn to obey, Madame.
Untie me.
Hortense!
This painting is a provocation.
It's my work.
Why didn't you show it to me before we came?
What use would that have been?
Oh, I'd have told you it wasn't worth it.
Well, I would have brought it anyway.
You explain to her.
Mam'Hortense...
Yes, Tequiero.
...no one blames you for your life or your loves...
...but with this painting, you attack others.
This painting is my life.
I shouldn't get out of my hole, if my life attacks others.
But you can't sum up your life in a painting.
You only have to bury me once and for all with my paintings...
...it will simplify your life.
and mine too.
In the meantime, I'm going to take a shower.
Whenever I do something for her...
...I regret it afterwards.
Well, why do you keep doing it?
Come on, let's have a coffee.
I still have things to show you in Villeneuve.
Alain!
What happened?
Jerome was nicked. He spilled everything
Your problem of shacking up with a cop is solved.
What could happen ?
I can be done for complicity, concealment.
Well...let's not speculate. Right now the problem is Gustave.
There's a search warrant out for him for murder.
Do they know about Eléonore? No.
I've at least managed that.
You have to go to the PCF office and get rid of Gustave.
They're going to attack tomorrow.
Shall I bring him back here? Oh no!
I'm under house arrest, and to avoid really landing in it...
...I can't be found with Gustave again.
He must go far away.
Far from me... ...far from you.
Poor Eléonore.
That's not a given.
Do you blame me?
I love you.
And out of the police, I can't live without you.
Go, go get Gustave.
You see...
...here, in '40-'41...
...was the headquarters of the RNP...
...the Collabo movement of Marcel Déat.
And you were part of it?
No, really! Look...
...I was not a Collabo, I....
Here you are, Messieurs.
Thank you.
So, how does it feel to be in Villeneuve?
I don't remember anything.
It's curious, is memory.
Nothing!
Not a single image.
And you, what does it do to you to find yourself here?
I don't know...
It's another world.
Yet, 30 years...
...is not so long ago.
But everything's changed.
Even this coffee!
It was a nice bistro...
...with a...a real zinc counter...
...a big mirror behind the counter...
...pretty lamps...
There wasn't all this plastic then.
...all this tat.
...and there was beautiful music.
Not...
...this noise.
"It's a beautiful novel, it's a beautiful story"
"It's a romance today"
"He was going home, up there towards..."
Gustave!
"She went down to the south, to the south..."
Gustave.
Oh, Gustave.
What are you doing here?
We came a few days for an exhibition of your aunt's work.
Come on, I'm with Tequiero.
No, I...I can't...
But really, Gustave, how long have we not seen each other?
15 years, right?
I don't know anymore.
Well, come on.
Do you have an appointment? No.
Well, then!
"He was going home"
"Up there towards the fog"
"She was going down to the south, to the south"
It's Gustave Larcher, your cousin, Marcel's son.
Nice to meet you.
Tequiero, do you remember?
Well, yes!
"They had the sky at hand"
So, what will you have?
Well, I don't know ..
...a cognac.
A cognac.
And then no, hold on, two cognacs!
It makes me so happy to see you.
Me too.
Léonore, how is she?
"They told each other their lives that were beginning"
"They were only children, children"
"Who found themselves at the side of the road"
Welcome to you, Max.
You who spent a year in a Nazi concentration camp in Germany...
...before being liberated by the valiant Soviet troops.
In...in March, right?
In April.
We can't hear you, Max.
Louder! Go on Max, you're home.
Yeah, go ahead, Max, we're listening.
The camp where I was...
...Orianenburg, was liberated in April...
...on April 30th...
And after, you spent...
...7 months...
...in the Soviet Union!
It must be a tremendous reconstruction over there, tell us about it.
Come on, Max!
Come on, tell us.
Go ahead!
Excuse me, but...
...I'm a bit tired by the journey.
Maybe I could, tomorrow...
Yes, we'll have workshops tomorrow.
But give us an outline here.
You were in Minsk, right? Yes. Near Minsk, that's it.
So what?
How are they... the Comrades over there?
In Minsk?
What are they talking about?
What are they hoping for?
Yes! Yes! So?
Thank you for your welcome.
...it warms my heart, really.
But...
...but I'm really tired just now.
I'll tell you tomorrow.
Later...really...
Long live the Communist International!
Obviously, Max needs to rest...
Time for the refreshments and dancing.
I want to dance.
Wait, I'll be right back. I'm going to see Max.
Are you thirsty? Oh yes. I want a lemonade, please.
Didn't you know that the International was dissolved in 43!
Yeah... I'd forgotten.
What's going on, Max?
I've come back from Hell, Edmond.
Here, come back here.
The Soviet political police... It's Hell, Edmond.
What are you talking about!
In the camp where I was transferred near Minsk...
...there were guys who'd been arrested in '38...
Trotskyists? No.
Activists... ordinary, like you and me...
...they told me...
...how hundreds...
...thousands of men and women were executed before their eyes.
By the Nazis!
No, Edmond...
...by the Party.
...the NKVD.
Before the war, I tell you.
In '38.
You can't imagine it.
I don't understand.
Every day...
...trucks took people...
...every day, for over a year.
They put them in rows...
...in front of pits dug in advance...
...and the NKVD guys killed them...
...a bullet in the back of the neck. What do you mean!
That's just not possible!
You were talking to an agent provocateur.
I would have preferred that, Edmond.
But it's the truth.
There's surely an explanation.
There are always excesses in revolutions. You know that?
Edmond...
...the USSR is not at all what we believed.
Terror reigns over there.
You can't say anything, You can't do anything.
The political police watch everything.
It's Hell!
The USSR, Edmond, is Hell!
You can't tell the Comrades that, however.
Well, did you talk to Max?
No, no, no. I just got a breath of fresh air.
Well, sort of. You look pre-occupied.
No, if you want. I...I'm thirsty.
Well, you have a drink...
...and a girl who wants to dance.
Max didn't say anything special, then?
No, no.
No, no. He's just tired.
Ho, Gustave, are you dreaming?
So, Gustave... How's Léonore?
She's his wife. They met during the war.
Is she well?
Léonore, yes, yes, she's fine.
Yes, she's fine.
She has a lot of work...
Good... Well, here's to each other.
Twenty eight, twenty eight...
Ten zero one.
I'd like to introduce my mother.
Madame
I know you, Madame Larcher.
I saw you at the tribunal. I was in the audience.
Good. You should go, you'll miss the last bus to Villeneuve.
Oh, you live in Villeneuve.
Yes. Can you can do me a great favour?
Me? Yes, yes.
Send a letter to my husband.
17 rue de Besançon.
I beg you.
The doctors here are aware?
No, no, no, especially not them. Especially not them.
That would trouble me... I beg you.
Maman, do a good deed, for once in your life!
I beg you.
What is it that can't be heard?
Good. Where is this letter?
I'm going to... I'm going to dictate it to you.
Yes, I'll dictate it to you.
I'll not be able to go myself, but I'll send someone.
I've grabbed some paper and envelopes.
Daniel...
"So badly dressed, so badly dressed..."
"Brave soldier, where are you from?"
"Madame, I'm coming back from war"
"So softly"
"Madam, I'm coming back from war"
"So softly"
I'll bring you a small glass of water.
Hello, Madame Bériot. Hello.
It's been a long time since you came to see me.
A week. As usual.
Well, it's a long time!
How are you? In good shape.
You know that you are still beautiful, Lucienne.
Every time, I tell myself that.
Ha! I've never thought myself beautiful.
And not now.
If there was a Miss France, over 80 years old...
...you'd win the prize hands-down, believe me.
You always knew how to make a compliment, Jules.
It's my birthday in 3 days...
Yes. I know.
You know what I'd like...
No...
Some wine? Oh, no. I really can't anymore...
...if I want to live a little longer.
If I want to scratch out more good times. No...
...talk to me about love, Lucienne.
Here, we...can talk about politics...
...sport, literature, but I can find...
...anyone to talk to me about love.
I miss you, you know.
But...
I've never talked to you about love, Jules.
No, not love for me...
...just love.
Ah! Just love.
I...I remember the day Kurt...
...arrived at the school...
Ha, I don't remember that.
You weren't there.
I was...
...taking down the drawings...
...of the children who were killed on June 13...
There was the noise of a motor...
...and it was them.
It was him.
Kurt was handsome. One can't say otherwise.
Yes...
...but that day...
...he was mostly dirty.
He had...
...a trace of...
...grease on his forehead...
...another on his cheek...
...his uniform was caked with dust...
...and he smelled...
...the sweat.
For weeks, afterwards...
...I thought about that sweat.
Of those traces of grease.
I wanted...
...to touch them.
To put my hand on them.
Yes, but in the following weeks he didn't have them anymore.
What didn't he have?
He no longer had traces of grease and sweat. He'd washed.
Oooh...yes.
But I thought about it anyway.
Ah, yes.
Gustave's wanted for the murder of the Yank?
It's a cop stitch-up.
No, Edmond, that's the reality.
And does Loriot know?
Loriot's on the edge, because of that. Believe me, for God's sake.
I have to get Gustave away.
They're at Lake Braines for the day.
With Max.
Max!
Max is alive? Yeah.
Freed from a German camp by the Soviets.
He's... he's disturbed by what he's experienced.
But physically, he's fit.
Disturbed?
But how is he disturbed? Disturbed.
No wait.
When you suggested that Gustave come here...
No, I didn't suggest it, you did. You knew?
A bit.
Ha, you've got a nerve!
Whore, you could have told me.
Shit, I'd have done it anyway I love that kid...
Well, now I've told you.
So let's go, and I'll take him away.
Edmond...
The cops are here, with Préfet de Kervern.
Thank you Suzanne.
Tell them to wait there. What a mess!
They're not here to arrest him, there'd be no Préfet.
So what do they want, then?
He really shot an American NCO?
This kid has balls!
I love him.
Wait for me outside.
Monsieur Lherbier...
It's always a pleasure.
Likewise.
I guess she told you.
I don't know what you're talking about. Gustave Larcher.
Well? He's wanted for murder.
And accurate and consistent information...
...lead us to believe you know where he is.
No comment.
Very well.
Tell me...
...wouldn't it go badly if it was learned that the Communist candidate...
...for the Mairie was hiding the murderer of an American soldier.
For me he's the son of a hero...
...of the Résistance, shot by the Germans.
The voters will decide.
Lherbier...
If the case gets out it'll soon be said that the Communists...
...had an American soldier killed... You mean, you'll say it.
I doubt that please the voters.
You speak as if it's possible that the case won't come out.
The Yank who was shot was a crook
In cahoots with the local mobsters.
And actually...
...little Larcher is the son of a hero.
And so?
Stop the occupation of the sawmill...
...and everyone goes home.
The Americans have a culprit that suits them.
From my point of view, morality is safe...
...and everything's fine.
You have until tonight to call me at this number...
...and tell me that the occupation's over.
After this period, the CRS will go in.
My regards... Mr. Lherbier.
It's impossible to stop the strike now.
And it wouldn't be right.
If you want to avoid prison for Gustave, you have no choice.
An envelope for Docteur Larcher.
Well, he's in consultation. I'll take it.
Thank you. Good day, Madame.
And the same to you. Goodbye.
Daniel, you have to come here...
...they have me tied down and are torturing me with electricity.
I'm going to go mad. Save me!
Is that better?
Yes,yes. And anyway it won't last long...
...because when my husband receives the letter, he'll come for me.
Are you sure? Yes.
Yes. He has a lot of flaws, but I've always been able to count on him.
You're lucky.
Maybe it was him who was born on 28-10-01!
No. No, no, he was born in 1895...
...but, anyway, that number doesn't matter anymore...
...since he's coming to pick me up.
I'll love it so much if he gets me out of here fast.
He's going to come. 28-10-01
He's going to come and get me.
Oooh, it could be a lottery ticket!
He's going to come.
They haven't shot for at least 5 minutes.
Are you OK? I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine
They may not have any more ammunition.
That would surprise me.
There are at least 10 of them...
...and an ambush like this, is prepared in advance.
It's us who'll not have any more ammunition.
How many bullets do you have left?
Two.
They shouted "Deir yassin".
"Deir yassin".
What was it earlier?
A week ago...
...our irregulars attacked an Arab village...
...five km from Jerusalem...
Deir Yassin. (April 9, 1948)
They killed dozens of villagers.
Men women...
...children...
At least 200 people are dead.
I suppose that what happens to us is a retaliation.
Jews who kill women and children!
It's war, Rita. We kill them and they kill us!
In war, you kill soldiers.
In war, we kill everyone.
So is it true?
We've become like everyone else.
They're circling round us. That's why they're not shooting anymore.
We mustn't stay here.
We're not waiting for reinforcements?
It'll be too late!
Come here
Are you OK?
Maybe we have one chance left...
The truck...huh?
The motor may still run.
At my signal, wel run to the truck.
...and we'll ride on the passenger side.
OK?
And if the motor starts, we still have a chance.
You've been the chance of my lifetime...
You too.
Are you ready?
Yes.
Come on!
One...
Two...
Three. Quick
Make it quick. We've only got 20 minutes.
Go collect all the weapons!
Pick up all the weapons!
And the medical supplies for our children and wounded!
What do we do with the bodies?
Don't touch the bodies.
Just close the eyes.
Subtitles by Rod Clarke Whitby, Ont. May 2018