Monsignor Renard

Ah!

Monsieur!

Monsieur! Get off the road!

- Maman. - Clara?

We're coming, Millie.

Clara!

Come along. All aboard.

Come along. Come on, quickly.

Come on, come on. Sit down.

Mother will be here in a moment.

I'm tired.

You can sleep on the way to Nana's.

Now, Alain, move over.

Give Mathilde some room.

Millie, you're in the middle now.

Watch out.

- Henri, stop. - What?

Henri, stop the car!

I... I forgot to pour the milk away.

It'll stink the place out.

Beep beep.

All right?

We'll be back.

It's always us.

The Romans on down.

France isn't a country, it's a bloody battlefield.

And I should know-I was in the last lot.

Boy soldier.

Some mug.

Never again.

The war to end all wars, and here we are.

What shit, eh?

I've seen things, my friend.

Oh, God, I tell you.

To the generals, the politicians...

No, no, no, let's be fair...

To all arseholes.

Long live France.

Héléne. The usual.

Still open, then?

Albert wouldn't let a little thing like his family's safety come between himself and a profit.

- People have got to eat. - People? A couple of freeloaders.

Is there anything new?

Trouble on the Amiens road yesterday.

- Bad? - We're gonna take a look.

Vercors's driving me out there later, aren't you?

- Morning, Héléne. - Morning.

Should we be getting out, Duclos?

- You're probably better off where you are. - All the same...

For God's sake! We've got an airfield full of English fighters on our doorstep.

What could be safer?

You won't find anything.

I was robbed yesterday.

Who'd do such a thing?

- Soldiers. - German bastards!

They were ours. Deserters.

They'd have had the bike too, if it was going.

I uh... thought you might have some smokes.

I didn't want to wake you, you know.

Oh.

Oh, shit!

Well, Malo Gagnepain, I thought you were still inside.

What's the problem, Duclos?

No problem.

- Whose bike? - It's mine.

- Who's your pal? - I just met him.

Name?

Renard. Augustin.

Where are you going?

5am Jesse du Ems.

The rest of the country's running south. What sort of idiot goes north?

The priest son.

Papers?

Stolen.

He was held up - our own boys.

I've a letter from the Bishop. I'm Father Barbotte's replacement.

Empty your pockets.

Look, if you're on the level, you have nothing to worry about.

I've been told to keep an eye out.

Fifth columnists.

You think I'm a spy?

- Who'd suspect a priest? - Besides yourself?

- Finders keepers. - Tell it to the judge.

What's up, Jean-Marie? I got to it before you did?

Leave him.

What's this?

I found it yesterday.

Reams of the stuff all over the road.

Why pick it up?

For reasons of hygiene, it seemed appropriate.

"Soldiers of France, why are you fighting?"

Can anyone confirm you are who you claim to be?

If you call the Bishop's office.

The phone lines are down.

My brother, Yves, he has a shop on rue Melle.

The cabinetmaker?

You know him?

If he had a monsignor for a brother, I'd know about it, believe me.

His workshop's on the rue de la Libené, not the rue Melle.

I've been away - for some time.

Spain... Out of the frying pan, or do you have a nose for trouble?

Commissaire Cabache, the meeting's about to start.

Thank you.

Cabache? Not Antoine?

Mews' s boy'?

Monsieur le Maire, come out!

Local war hero. Decorated.

Saved the Commissaire's old man at Verdun.

I thought he was all right.

Your father must be very proud of you.

I'll try and get along to see him.

He's... He's gone south with Mother.

You know, if you'd told Sergeant Duclos

that your brother could vouch for you, all this might've been avoided.

Then I wouldn't have had a lift to town.

Good day to you, Monsignor.

And to you, Commissaire.

Monsieur le Maire, if you please,

Monsieur Flandin could use your assistance.

We have to be given some answers!

- Should we stay or go? - It's the English's fault.

If not for them we'd have come to terms with the Boche months ago.

Tell that to the Czechs, to the Poles.

Why die for Danzig? We should never have got involved.

Monsieur le Maire, is it safe to stay?

As far as we know, Saint Josse is in no direct danger.

You're mistaken.

The Germans can be here within hours if it suits them.

Two nights back I crossed a German armoured column at Tournier.

- They were heading for the coast. - That's nonsense.

If they're going anywhere, it's Paris. We have nothing they want.

I take it there's still an airfield to the west of town?

The English are stationed there.

Then the Germans will come.

This alarmist talk helps no-one.

We're trying to maintain order and calm.

Monsieur le Maire's right, it's just rumour.

If you've nothing useful to add, you're better off saying nothing.

My neighbour is getting twice his petrol allowance.

He's got another ration book, stamped and everything.

Someone is selling books on the side.

The Germans!

There's hundreds of them!

The airfield.

- Where are the English? - Must have caught them on the ground.

They're heading for the coast.

God help the poor devils on the end of that lot.

Help! Help!

Where's Montandon?

He's over there.

Lieutenant Montandon.

Lieutenant Montandon. Colonel Foulon's compliments, sir.

- He's sending reinforcements? - No, sir. We're to surrender.

The Colonel says the position's hopeless. Shall I pass the word?

- Sir, shall I pass the word? - No.

I'm damned if I'll put my hands up for these bastards!

We'll fall back on the canal and refuse the line.

Fall back! Fall back!

Back! Everyone, back!

If you're looking for the Monsignor, monsieur, I'm afraid he's not here.

Yes, he is.

Oh...

Forgive me, Father.

I'm Catherine Sarraut. Your housekeeper.

How much longer? Stop leaning on me.

- You're on my seat! - No, you're on mine! Just move over.

Come on, come on - please.

Please... Damn!

Damn! Don't do this.

What's the hold-up?

You should have filled up!

I got what I could!

Come on, Alain.

Look, don't worry.

- Get it out of the road! - We'll get a train.

If they're running.

Come on!

Yes, yes, all right.

The children are hungry.

It'll be all right.

Maman, are those people going to Nana's, too?

Yes, all right! All right.

What... What do you think...

Are you crazy?

I was worried.

I expected you last week.

The roads are bad. Everyone's heading south.

I've been swimming against the tide.

- Gaston, take the Father's case up to his room. - There's no need.

I've carried it from Madrid. Another few steps...

Guy, Father.

Madame Rossin's son. She was cleaning the church.

He's not all there, but there's no harm in him.

- He's my brother's friend. - He's not.

He always follows me.

I'll make you some coffee.

And a cognac, perhaps?

Father Barbotte always took a glass after his rounds.

Well, if it's a tradition.

- Is it on tight enough? - Of course it is.