A French Village (Un village français)

It seems you don't have a shortage of cigarettes.

With everything we confiscate, you could open a tobacco shop.

- May I? - Of course, Mr. Sub-prefect.

Here you are.

We simply lack your administrative advantages.

We sign, but we confiscate nothing.

Of course.

I normally never have to wait like this.

But it's also exciting in the field.

The deal is done. Mr. André is with two others...

- Did you see the goods? - Yes, fur, silk and foie gras, I think.

A perfect case of being caught red-handed in black market trade, exactly what we need.

André comes out first. I'll grab him, you take the rest.

- Yes. Are you coming? - Let's go!

- What should I do? - Stay here, you'll have fun.

Chevrier will stay with you.

The prefect knows about the operation. I mentioned your name. That's good for you.

And good for me too.

Stay aside.

Police! Identity check.

What's in this bag? Are you deaf?

Let me go!

I've been following you for a while, Mr. André.

What do we have?

Silk stockings, some fur. I caught you red-handed in black market trade.

No, I caught you red-handed. In something that is none of your business.

German police!

Imbecile!

You just ruined an operation I worked on for three weeks!

I'll report to my superiors that I was attacked by a French policeman.

I don't know if they'll appreciate that.

Imbecile!

Season 2 - Episode 2 INVOLVEMENT.

You hit a German policeman! Do you understand what you've done?

He didn't know he was German.

You should have informed yourself better before striking.

Yes, well, I mean...

He apparently sent a report to Besançon.

Then tell me

why didn't they warn us?

Because they won the war and do what they want. Do you understand that?

Shouldn't they respect the armistice agreement?

- And then? - And then?

Setting up a black market network behind our backs, is that nothing?

You're completely wrong, Marchetti.

Again: In the occupied zone they do what they want.

Alright. Does he risk a sanction?

Within a week they'll demand his resignation, and I don't see how we can refuse.

I'm going. The prefect is waiting for me to give me a dressing down as well.

What an asshole he is.

No. He's right. I should have known André was German.

- Oh no, don't blame yourself too much. - I just blew up my career!

No, you're going too fast, Marchetti. I'll write a report supporting you.

That would be very kind, but it will achieve absolutely nothing.

- Only evidence against Mr. André will help. - Evidence of what?

I'm sure he's keeping part of the goods himself.

That's also illegal for a German policeman.

- Do you have indications? - Maybe, yes.

Given the nature of the contraband, fur, silk stockings...

I'm certain some of it ended up with Madame Berthe.

- With Madame Berthe? - Yes.

I think so, but it still needs to be proven.

- What's going on? - Oh, nothing.

You haven't wanted it for weeks.

- Do you have a mistress? - Come on, don't talk nonsense.

I like talking nonsense. You used to love it, it made you laugh.

Every day I'm with people without home, work or money.

- Without news from their loved ones. - I understand, but what can you do?

Nothing, exactly.

That's the unbearable part.

Why don't you try to escape all that, with me?

I don't know.

- It's beyond me. - Come on!

No, listen. I still have to get up...

Marcel is being released at 11. We have to get Gustave ready.

Did you inform the school he won't come today?

It's Thursday.

Oh yes.

Daniel, are you sure you still love me?

What a question. Of course I love you. You're just a little stupid sometimes.

I know that.

Inspector Marchetti. We haven't seen you for at least three months.

Solange misses you.

That's flattering. But that's not why I'm here.

This is why I'm here.

A gift from an admirer, I suppose.

- No. It's been in the family for a long time. - Did you notice the new label?

It comes from the black market.

But I really didn't know where it came from.

But if you didn't know, you wouldn't have lied about it.

Alright. What do you want?

I want to know who sold it or gave it to you.

If I were you, I wouldn't dig. He made it clear he's German.

Really?

- Mr. André, maybe? - So, you know him?

Listen, Madame Berthe, if you don't want this

case to close, tell me everything you know about him.

But I know nothing.

Except that he scares everyone, including me.

He gives you fear. He doesn't just scare you.

But that has nothing to do with it. If one...

But he doesn't talk. He never says anything.

On the other hand I know someone who knows him well.

- Good. Who? - The mayor.

Wait, are you saying Dr. Larcher knows André?

Listen. Last week we went out to eat... we went to the Larchers' house...

He made me wait in the car, but I saw they knew each other.

They were behind closed doors for about twenty minutes.

- You know Larcher well, just ask him. - Yes.

Good. Very good. Thank you.

- Excuse me. - Would you like us to play a bit slower?

No, I'm just cold, my fingers are stiff.

- The heating isn't working properly. - We must fix that too.

We have no more wood, and if it's as cold tomorrow, I can't teach.

You play really well. It will be a pity when Gunther returns.

I play like a rattle.

- Rattle? - That means I play very badly.

Funny. It's the same at my brother's school in Saarbrücken...

- It must be the same everywhere. - How do you spell “rattle”?

Like this.

That's it.

- Rattle. - Rattle.

I like those blocks. You can make new words with them.

Like magic.

- Shall we go look at the heating? - Yes.

Do you know where the light is?

The light is there.

Ah, there you are!

There, good. This is solved in a flash. I already spent an hour on it this morning...

Then you should have said so.

Yes but no. You were...

In any case... your quartet is very beautiful.

I don't know anything about it, but it sounds pleasant. Mozart would be satisfied.

- Do you know anything about heating systems? - A little, yes.

At least one part must be replaced.

Impossible. Find a part now? Impossible.

“Impossible” does not exist, Mr. Bériot, especially not for the German army.

He is funny.

- Ah, that deserves a glass of wine. - At this hour?

For the brave there is no bad moment.

Mr. Feldwebel, will you have a glass with us?

But that is forbidden.

Sometimes we must do things that are not allowed, otherwise...

- I never drink! - All the better.

To collaboration!

- And Cocotte? I got her. - I didn't know Thursday is chicken day.

Has Marchetti come by?

Why are you meddling with the black market?

The shops are empty. It is inevitable.

- Absolutely. Is Natasha free? - So this is true love!

And why not?

- Are you going to make the bed creak? - No, I'm too lazy.

By the way, now it's “great love” between us.

When people make love, they do talk first, don't they?

Oh no, why waste time?

- Did Marchetti come to question you? - No.

He questioned our boss about the black market.

Well, all the better. All the better, because if Marchetti suspects anything...

- Von Ritter came to see me last night. - Ah good. Here?

No, no, no. We always see him in a room with a separate entrance.

Yes. He doesn't want to be seen in a French brothel.

- Good, and so? - I have gathered a lot of information.

They are going to triple the patrols at the demarcation line

day and night, and there is also talk of maneuvers in Besançon

within a month.

And...

I made a summary of the French, and some German parts, as far as I could.

- Good. In code? - No. Just in plain language.

I saw no code.

How do you get all that information?

Actually I snoop in his briefcase when he snores.

- Good. - Can you help me?

- Tie the knot down there. - Of course.

I absolutely have to get that information to the Free Zone.

By bus I can get them as far as Essarts,

but from there the “line” was recently rolled up. Voilà.

- We need to find someone in Essarts. - Yes.

When does he come out?

Soon.

But afterwards we'll all eat at home, promised?

Yes, absolutely. Maria arranged a chicken.

- At the black market? - Do you know what the black market is?

Yes. It's stuff you buy at night because it's dark then.

Yes, it's almost like that.

In any case it's certain, we'll all eat together, right?

- But what if dad doesn't want to? - He will want to. Don't worry.

- May I go to him? - Of course.

Hey. But you look neat. And you've grown.

- Did Aunt Hortense spoil you? - No. He has just grown.

At his age, three months mean a lot.

Glad you're out again.

- Did you sign in my place? - Are you crazy?

Because I'm damn surprised they released me so quickly.

Aren't you happy you're out?

- Yes I am. - Well then...

Come, we're going to lunch. Let's go.

I THINK OF YOU.

At Christmas there was a gigantic Christmas tree at the

town hall, I had never seen one so big.

- Did you also have one in prison? - You know, in prisons