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Listen carefully, my friends.

I say, my friends.

You'll all admit, I'm sure,

that here in Madagascar,

we have just three options:

to be slaves to the Krauts,

to endure the Japanese yoke,

or to bow down to the English.

I prefer the last option.

- Oh yes!

- Absolutely!

- He's right! Yes!

- Well said! Well said!

We're all agreed.

General, this is not the time

for personal improvisation.

We have a leader in France,

Marchal Ptain.

You should obey him

and await his orders.

Indeed, it must be thought through.

You see, my friends

if I do nothing

I go against my conscience,

and if I act according to your wishes

I am a rebel.

Exactly, a rebel.

Don't forget, that above you

stands a Governor.

Would you have him imprisoned,

by any chance?

Oh! Slow down.

We must be sure to see things clearly.

The General was

basically a decent fellow,

though he wasn't the brightest.

Why didn't you escape

on the first boat out of there?

Impossible because Michel

would have suspected it, wouldn't he?

He must have suspended

all exit permits off the island though.

Of course, the boat service

had already ceased.

But we were organised,

we managed our modest affairs

without fuss,

without noise and oh so quietly.

So why did you stay?

Out of affection for Michel?

I stayed on the orders

of the Resistance.

My friends needed me

to organise new departures.

As a respected lawyer,

it made things much easier.

But Michel was no fool,

didn't he suspect anything?

Of course, but I was no fool either.

First, let me tell you,

I became a bigger Vichy supporter

than all Vichy supporters put together.

Oh! A complete turnaround!

Not even Michel could tell what I was.

- And the Governor?

- Like two peas in a pod!

Naturally, we both deplored

all the escapes that were taking place.

We've also received a new decree.

Another one!

Decrees, orders, and more orders,

our heads will explode.

All French nationals

are banned from leaving French territory,

be it Metropolitan or colonial,

to serve in a foreign army.

The German army, for instance.

To leave French territories, I ask you.

What chance is there

of leaving Madagascar, for example.

An island, surrounded by water,

no boat service left,

no external communication...

You'd have to grow wings to escape.

On to other things, Clarus.

I know the influence you have

on the natives and the veterans.

Well, use this influence

as an aid to public health.

We absolutely must fight,

by any means necessary,

the devious propaganda

the Gaullists have begun.

Oh, I know that

it's growing more and more,

Governor, count on me.

You're a good judge of men.

Allow me to tell you

that you are also an expert in cigars.

This one is excellent. Thank you.

Gentlemen.

He doesn't seem to be a bad guy.

Excuse me, Governor,

but I am not of the same opinion.

No, no, no. That Clarus is a good guy,

a good guy.

So, Mr Guyot, what's the news?

Another Gaullist escape:

19 officers and non-commissioned officers

of the main armourer.

Five civilians,

two women and a little girl of nine.

They left Diego on a 40-ton sailboat

that was owned by the captain

who led the expedition

along with

Mr Gabard and Mr Emela.

That's it, I was sure of it.

He knows everything, I tell you.

He knows everything

about the Resistance,

even if he's not its leader.

Have Clarus followed.

I want to know

his each and every move.

I need evidence, at all costs.

I have my own opinion.

Yes, but no accusations

without proof, Michel.

Personal animosity

is of no interest to me.

The day you bring me proof,

I'll listen, not before.

Well, you'll get them.

Just one piece of evidence

and I'll have him court martialled.

But listen to me carefully,

the evidence must be irrefutable.

Irrefutable! Understood?

Fear not. You'll get your proof,

and soon.

Ouch, it's getting complicated.

But despite that you continued

even with this informer on your heels?

Nothing so easy, nothing so simple.

Caution, discipline, secrecy,

absolute secrecy.

Good evening Louis,

forgive our lateness

but there's something new

and a change to our plans.

Good evening everyone.

Five of you were to be ready to leave

on Sunday night.

- Jules.

- My group is ready, right away.

Perfect, you'll leave this very night

and not Sunday.

Michel is becoming

increasingly suspicious.

He's even wary

of his friend Guillaume.

That beats everything!

The hunter hunted.

So, departure.

Embarkation at 2am in the morning.

- I'm leaving with them.

- That's what we all want.

But, Armand, the work

that you do here is vital.

Keeping watch over

the goods dispatched on ships,

you call that a job

of vital importance?

The British Admiralty

is of that opinion,

your reports go out first

in our secret broadcasts

to our friends on the outside.

Your job as a pointer

allows you

to nose around everywhere

without suspicion.

I understand, I'll stay.

So, my friends, let's be clear,

under no circumstances

are you to move from here.

We'll organise your luggage,

a guide will come and get you

from here at...

At exactly midnight.

Understood? Is that clear?

You are not to move.

They think we're at the cinema.

Goodnight, gentlemen.

Good evening Clarus.

Guillaud, thank you for all you have done.

I'll lie low a while.

Goodbye Jules.

Goodbye Pierre.

Georges.

Yes?

Ah, you are very lucky to be leaving,

I envy you.

Mr Clarus.

I'd like to say goodbye to someone.

My fiance.

It's close by, just for a moment.

No, it's impossible.

Go. Be quick.

Ha! Sentimental fool that I was.

Dear Pierre would never know

that his farewell kisses

were to change the entire

course of our adventure.

Oh darling, at last.

I thought you'd never come.

- What's wrong?

- I almost didn't come. I shouldn't have.

But I had to see you, so Clarus...

Clarus? What are you saying?

Yvonne, darling. Listen to me.

You know that some

are escaping the island

to join the allied forces.

Well, Clarus is in charge

of this movement

and me...

I didn't tell you before

because I didn't want to upset you...

Pierrot.

Yes, darling. I'm going too.

I have to.

But our wedding, it's all arranged!

You won't be back within a month!

Possibly years.

Pierrot, think it over.

Think what it would mean for us!

All our happiness, all our lives.

You can't do this to me.

You're not allowed.

Yvonne, darling.

I love you, you know that.

Our love is my life,

but we're not free.

A country lives by the value and soul

of its men and of its women, Yvonne.

And you'll be brave, I know.

That's why I love you.

And I have faith in you.

I have to go now.

They're waiting for me.

No, I'll not let you! No, you can't!

I'm not leaving you,

nothing can separate us.

I'll return and we'll have joy,

happiness, peace.

Kiss me, Yvonne! Say goodbye.

Goodbye.

Hello?

Hello, Mademoiselle?

The Police.

The Police Directorate.

Two hours

after this telephone call,

I found myself in a cell.

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