Monsignor Renard

- I'm afraid the Monsignor's not here. - Yes, he is.

- Why did you come back? - If you're angry...

No! That fire burnt out long ago.

- We made it. - Where's Alain?

Isn't he with you? I thought he was with you.

- Oh, my God! Madam, have you seen... - Alain! Alain!

Didier Montandon, Father.

- What? Etienne! - I can't.

If you tell your friends... It's your fault.

These people are in your care.

Be the good shepherd, Father. Keep them on the path.

And if that path leads to the slaughterhouse,

what should the good shepherd do then?

In Position gehen.

Die TUr - abdecken.

Raus! Raus!

- What's this? - For the kid.

It doesn't mean anything.

I'm not some whore.

You're my whore.

She's at it again.

I don't know what the world's coming to.

Los! Los!

Durchsuchen!

Achtung! Achtung, Polizei! Steh halten!

Eine Pistole.

Eine Englische.

Where are they taking him?

Gehen Sie aus dem Weg!

Someone tell Francgois.

Someone please tell my husband!

Monsieur, what's this?

Commissaire Cabache, Police Municipale.

I know these good people. Why are you taking them?

They were sheltering an escaped prisoner of war...

Moment.

What a night.

Have you got a smoke? Thanks.

Always one more bottle with those girls, isn't it?

I hope she was worth it.

So do I.

- All right. One bottle. - Two.

Yeah?

- Malo! - Hello, Catherine.

Two bottles - not bad, eh?

Now they tell me I can sell bread on Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

But not on Tuesday and Thursday.

I ask you, how can I run a business like that?

I was thinking of talking to Monsieur le Maire.

Perhaps you could speak to him for me. I know you're very busy...

No, no, by all means.

No doubt Hitler will abandon his conquest of Europe

so as not to inconvenience your baking.

I don't see why everything has to be changed.

Not for the sake of a few weeks.

We should pray for a quick victory.

- For the Germans? - I'm not speaking about the bloody English!

In case you'd forgotten, Monsieur, the English are our allies.

Allies?

Our sailors get them off the beach at Dunkirk

and they turn round a month later and sink our bloody fleet.

Friends like that...

Where's your list? It's meant to be in the window.

Who lives and works here. You could get in trouble.

You, too, Father. No-one's exempt.

And what do you suggest I put for the church? Renard plus three?

God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Ghost.

All one big bloody laugh, is this.

Not so funny when they bash your door down in the middle of the night, eh?

I don't know why I waste my breath.

Post, Monsieur.

We got a letter from Didi, Father.

He's a bit banged about, but nothing serious.

He was at Dunkirk with Paul.

He's pretty sure Paul got onto a hospital ship.

Where's Didi now?

He didn't say, but it was a proper letter.

Not an official German postcard.

Father, it's good news, isn't it?

It's news best kept to yourself, for now at least.

- Mother told me to tell you. - And Monsieur Trouvée, David?

Monsieur Rambure?

Why not just stand in the middle of the square and tell everyone?

They wouldn't say anything.

Not everyone has their good sense.

The less people are told, the less they have to tell.

By accident or design.

Wireless?

You'll get it back. They're making an inventory.

I'll get complaints.

They like to listen to the forces' concert of an evening.

I don't make the rules.

Kommen Eve.

Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wireless.

The girl's got that German lad distracted.

She's got half the town distracted.

She's a looker, isn't she? Just like her mother.

Where were you at breakfast? Not like you to miss out on a cup of coffee.

Here.

It's all right. You can smoke them with a clear conscience.

- Or trade 'em, it's up to you. - Imported.

Where did you get them?

Up the woods.

Danke schOn.

I suppose you want a drink?

Oh, yes. Add insult to injury.

- I'm on duty. - There's a first.

Oberleutnant Von Grunigen.

- I'm billeted here. - You have other luggage?

Yeah, in the car.

Your room is fresh and aired. If you'd care to follow me.

Or perhaps you'd like a drink first.

Maybe you could bring me something to my room.

It's been a long drive.

As you wish.

- Héléne... - I'll do it.

This way.

It's very hot, isn't it?

I mean, good for flying, but on the ground...

- There's a fan in your room. - Ah.

Not that you can use it. The electrids gone again.

It's just for essential services.

There's a phrase. Today it's just electricity, tomorrow it's just petrol.

Tobacco, sugar, coffee.

Before long it's just everything.

Yes, that's your lot.

Sure you've not got any old firearms stashed away?

- Last chance. - They had my shotgun first roundup.

Will they stand, do you think? The English.

Will they, hell. They've no stomach for a real fight.

Post, Monsieur Claveau.

Hey, this was sent weeks ago.

Write a letter.

Are you coming to the do tomorrow?

- What's the point? - It's Bastille Day, maybe the last.

- Helene, it still means something. - Maybe.

Etienne's going.

Leave that alone!

- You're defacing Wehrmacht property. - And you're defiling God's.

This is a church, not a pissoir.

You will show respect for the German army.

On the day you extend the same courtesy to the church.

If you've a complaint, make it to Major Drexler.

- Who is it? - It's Sylvie, Father. Frangois Michaux's wife.

And his mother.

All his family, too. A cousin.

Commissaire.

Commissaire, why have you arrested these people?

They were harbouring a fugitive, a soldier. It's forbidden. So...

Direktor Brandt of the Geheime Feldpolizei.

The secret military police.

Monsignor Renard of the Sacred Heart.

The Herr Direktor is here looking for English soldiers.

40 kilometres that way you'll find a country full.

These are soldiers left behind after Dunkirk.

There was an incident in recent weeks not far from here.

We fired on three men who refused to stop for questioning.

One was wounded.

I'm sorry to hear it. Englishmen?

This young man is French.

The pistol he keeps under his pillow isn't.

- What's going on here, Cabache? - You are her husband?

No, he is. I'm his friend.

Frangois Michaux, Monsieur.

- You are arrested. - He hasn't done anything.

He must answer some questions.

Like hell. The last poor bastard you lot had in there went out of a first-floor window.

Hands off.

Lefranc, enough!

Well, whose side are you on?

The side of reason!

Do you want another Hubert?

People being shot in the town square?

Let me go!

It's not worth spilling blood.

My place is with my family.

I'll talk to Major Drexler.

Go back to your business now. There's nothing more to see.

Los wetter jetzt.

Stupid, self-centred...

Keep your voice down.

I have to go.

Monsieur Flandin, good morning.

Good morning.

Is there any news of Alain?

Since last night? No.

Um... Madame Baquet is...

I'm sorry if we...

- Oh, no, please. - You're very good, Monsieur.

With all your official duties...

If I can't help you find your missing child...

All the same.

We're very grateful.

I'll check with you again after work?

Clara?

Clara, please.

It will need to be bigger, of course.

A joke.

Monsieur Dufosse, you are on course, though, for delivery?

I've taken on extra men to meet the deadline.