A French Village (Un village français)

Here, taste this. It's from 1932.

A beautiful amber color...

Right?

There's a smell of... hazelnut.

and of nutmeg.

Yes. Toast aromas, don't you think? It's typical of Vin Jaune.

This is truly the blood of the earth.

Deep... deep as the kiss of a woman you love.

Yes.

Could you get me some bottles, Mr. Schwartz?

No problem. But just call me Raymond. It's easier.

Raymond, call me Helmut.

That's a bit more complicated. It feels in any

case strange, but I'll try, Helmut.

Don't send them to the Kommandantur. I'll come get them and pay, of course.

Out of the question, it's a gift.

Is there anyone in the factory?

No, no.

Well, thank you for these moments together, Raymond.

Maybe after the war you can taste the wine from my cellar in Heidelberg.

That would give me great pleasure.

A car stopped, then fled. I'm going back.

I'll accompany you.

- Give my best regards to your wife. - I certainly will, Helmut.

We must organize a dinner with...

Schwartz black piece of scum, dirty Jew.

- What does Youpin mean? - Jew!

It's completely absurd. I'm not a Jew.

I assure you, Commandant. I am not a Jew.

You must have it removed immediately, Mr. Schwartz.

Good evening.

Wait. You'll see. That guard will hear from me!

Mr. Schwartz.

Season 2 - Episode 4 YOUR NAME SOUNDS JEWISH.

That story is insane. Being insulted as a Jew!

Do you have any idea who did it?

Too bad the soldiers missed it. It was already dry.

One of your employees?

My people want to keep their jobs. I see

no reason why they would do that. Thanks Sarah.

Anyway, you'll have to file a complaint.

That doesn't seem like a good idea. It draws attention to me.

They must keep quiet about it.

But if you do nothing, how do you know it won't happen again?

Sarah!

Sarah, you didn't bring strawberry jam.

You said yesterday you preferred orange marmalade at breakfast, madam.

Yesterday is yesterday, Sarah. If I want jam, it's my right, alright?

I'll bring it immediately, madam.

She's getting worse every day. I don't know. If I were Jewish now, I'd be careful!

Thank you, Sarah.

- Anyway, Von Ritter was furious. - Of course.

The best solution is to publish a denial in the Villeneuvois...

No, I am not a Jew. That's it.

With that denial you just make a big fuss... The graffiti

is gone. I gave the janitor soap. That should solve it.

Let's hope so.

Is that radio yours?

Yes. I tried to take it apart, but I'm clearly not good at it.

I can fix it if you want.

- No. I don't want to trouble you. - Not at all, it's a pleasure.

Lucienne.

Excuse me. Sorry, I didn't mean to rush you.

Tomorrow evening is Bruckner's 9th Symphony on Radio Paris. It's my favorite.

So we must fix the device before tomorrow evening.

- How are you, Miss Lucienne? - Fine, Gregory.

- Lieutenant. - Feldwebel, Gregory. Just Feldwebel.

Leutnant is too difficult. Too hard to pronounce.

I must go. For the repair: Can it be tonight at nine, after my duty?

9 o'clock?

- Maybe that's too late? - No, no. I'll be ready.

- It won't take long? - Not even 10 minutes.

Because I need to go to bed early.

I understand. Me too. I have to see soldiers at half past nine.

- Good... 9 o'clock. - 9 o'clock.

You're here?

We arrested a black marketeer.

- I have pheasant pâté, butter-soft! - Henri!

What is this?

They're from Belgium. I met them on the street and they asked for the station.

Henri, they have no papers.

With their appearance they were arrested in ten minutes.

We don't want to trouble you, sir... if you want, we can pay.

One moment please. Come with me.

What were you thinking? Are you blind or what?

Listen, I didn't think. I couldn't just leave them like that!

Sorry I came here, but it was closer than my house.

What do you want to do with them?

Get them across the line. They have family in Nice. They must take the boat.

Judith, I can't get people like that across the border!

- Then find someone who can. - And what do you get now?

So it seems you don't want to do it?

- Because they're Jews, like you. - That's a nasty remark.

No. It's true. That's how it is.

Alright. Stop sulking. It's true. When I get home, I'm exhausted.

I don't expect to find four fugitive Jews there.

Excuse me sir, where is the toilet?

- On the landing, young man. - Thank you.

How are you?

- Good day, Inès. - Good day, Mr. Schwartz.

- Why hasn't that oak trunk been removed? - Marcel has been on the road for 2 days.

Mr. Mazaret here. He is waiting in your office.

- Bring me the contracts. - Very good.

How are you?

Sorry I'm late, I had to go to the prefecture.

Soon we'll do nothing but fill out forms.

- A coffee? - No, thank you.

Inès, the contracts.

Thank you. Then only the confirmation of the schedule and delivery remains.

Mr. Schwartz, I'm sorry, but I will have to cancel the order.

That is out of the question. I have just received the oak logs.

Yes, but listen, I invested badly, and these are difficult times.

Still, an agreement is an agreement.

We have not officially signed yet.

We have been working together for ten years! I trust your word...

And I trusted yours, until I heard that...

- What? - Well... that you are Jewish.

I have nothing against you, but… if a competitor

gets the mill, I will have to start from scratch again.

I am not Jewish. Is that clear, Mr. Mazaret?

Oh, you know how it goes: Where there's smoke, there's fire.

I'm sorry, Mr. Schwartz, but I cannot take that risk.

Yes, but if Mazaret no longer wants to close the deal, what am I supposed to do?

I advanced the wood. Mazaret knows that, but he simply does not want to pay me.

I do not get involved in commercial disputes. That is what courts are for.

If I lose that order, half

of my staff will have to go. Does that leave you cold?

But why do you think he cancelled the order?

Someone wrote “Schwartz Jew” on my facade… now everyone thinks I am Jewish.

- What you are not? - No!

We were married in church. Marceau had his first communion. Right?

Do you have your grandparents' birth certificates?

No, my mother's parents were born in Algeria.

Ah, yes. But without documents I can... Place a denial in the newspaper.

No. If I were Mazaret, four lines in

the newspaper would not change my mind. Right?

- Or... - What?

Get a certificate of non-Jewish status from a recognized doctor.

- Recognized by whom? - By Vichy, or the Germans.

There is a list.

Is there such a doctor in Villeneuve?

No, in Besançon. But I can have him come here if I insist.

- For a certificate? - That you show to Mazaret.

I will think about it.

Let me know as soon as possible... if you want him to come to Villeneuve.

Thank you.

Lucienne, close your eyes and open your mouth.

This is not a joke, but an order from your director.

- And? - It is very tasty.

Tasty, right? Homemade by my mother, Mrs. Bériot.

- Honey, hazelnuts and plan B. - Well, your mother can do it.

Oh, but I am not doing too badly either.

- That is rare for a man. - I can make you a dinner if you want.

Even if there are no ingredients left.

- Why not? - Tonight, okay?

Oh no. I cannot tonight. Tomorrow?

No, I cannot tomorrow. I am staying with my sister, she is still not recovered.

Then this evening. But let's eat early, very early.

At half past seven.

- Half past seven. - Good, I will leave you then.

You will enjoy it.

You can't invite me to a meeting at such short notice!

- For the same day, and I have to cross the line. - I did arrange an ID card for you.

- Don't you have anyone else in Villeneuve? - No, for now I have few people.

Since Thèo was arrested I have no alternative, so I improvise.

- Any news about him? - No.

He is with the security service in Dijon.

In any case he knew nothing compromising, except for a few post boxes

which we no longer use, and that we had an agent in Les Essarts.

Do you think Marchetti continues his investigation into the network?

No. That is the good news. He has been transferred to Dijon.

That gives me some breathing room.

What happened? Why did you call me here?

I have a problem after me.

A Jewish family must be moved to the unoccupied zone.

I need someone reliable. They have increased patrols at the line.

- Should I arrange this? - No, not you.

The man you mentioned said he tried to save a British pilot in October.

But I do not know where he is. I went to the hut last month, but it was empty.

Damn it!

They are at my home. I cannot keep them.

Do you really not know anyone who can get them across the border?

Yes...

Maybe my husband.

He often crossed the border to trade on the black market.

I found out and told him to stop.

- He knows the right route. - And can he keep his mouth shut?

It is already hard to get him to talk.

I mean, can he do it without asking questions?

He is not an idiot. He will of course suspect something.

It is up to you.

If he agrees, we meet here tomorrow at exactly three o'clock.

Someone will accompany that family, and you pick them up from that person.

But you wait for me. Okay?

Go now!

- Good evening Sarah. - Good evening, sir.

- Is there any cognac left? - Not much left.

Then give me what is left.

What are you doing here?

Ah, so that's it. Your father is out?