Indochine Page #5

We follow each lead, nothing.

She's becoming a legend...

an Indo-Chinese Joan of Arc.

You think she's still alive?

The truth! Will you find her?

Yes, I will find her.

Go in the pagoda.

Don't let anyone see you.

You must leave.

You can't stay here.

We have more important people

to hide.

Come with us, Camille.

The Party needs you.

Much later I learned of Tanh's

role and his importance.

He was among the secret heads

of Indochina's communist party.

Xuy will try to get you

into China.

That's all I can do for you.

He had convinced his friends to

protect Camille and Jean-Baptiste.

Any news from my mother?

None. Neither from

your mother nor mine.

That's all in the past.

Stay inside the wagon.

You're a white deserter.

Don't forget that.

But there's nobody!

This place is completely deserted!

There are eyes everywhere.

Put that in your ignorant

French officer's head.

You're a threat to our safety.

The French are

blocking every road.

Even leaving you here during

the performance is dangerous.

Jean-Baptiste.

Push harder.

You wanted to stay.

I warned you.

This isn't for men.

Wipe that off. You look like

a devil. You'll scare the baby.

Harder. Here he is!

It's a boy.

You have a son. A son is good.

Better than a girl.

Death to the land robbers

who starved us!

Death to mandarins and notables.

They support the French!

You're worthless cowards!

Your pay, your bonuses...

carrying on with submissive

congaies, that you know!

But when it comes to ideas,

forget it!

Because of sheep like you,

France will lose the empire.

I think I'm fighting Asia

all by myself.

I'm tired.

All right.

Disturbances broke out here, here,

and last Thursday, here.

What does that mean?

It means someone's moving along

that line, starting fires.

Agreed?

Now, who travels

on this route...

without attracting attention?

Who has been traveling from village

to village for centuries...

so that it seems as natural

as the wind or the rain?

So natural that

you don't even stop them.

Well, who?

Theatrical troupes!

Actors in our country

are free and neutral.

Since centuries ago.

The communists couldn't possibly

have corrupted them.

You've no right

to suspect them.

Yes. Well, within one week

I want all the actors...

dancers,singers

and puppeteers...

who tour in northern Tonkin

to be arrested.

Code name:
"Operation Molire."

In five hours we're in China,

Yunnan province.

You know what Yunnan means?

"The land south of the clouds."

Where are you going?

Not far. Don't worry.

With the child?

In the name of the Father,

the Son and the Holy Ghost...

I baptize you...

Etienne Marie Loic.

My baby. My little baby.

You have killed.

They'll kill you.

The child will also die.

Let them go.

We must flee.

You'll see them again someday.

For that you must live.

Flee with us.

She had no time to become attached

to you. You had just been born.

I've often wondered

whether you should know all this.

I had thought of meeting

Jean-Baptiste's family.

I didn't do it.

Neither did they.

Wait, Lieutenant. Calm down.

He's hungry.

What can I do?

Find a woman.

Congaie! Congaie!

At every stop, Indo-Chinese women

gave you their milk.

That's how the legend began.

With you.

All the women claimed

they'd fed you.

Even some who'd been dry

for years.

Even some that had

never seen you.

And then the legend included

Camille and Jean-Baptiste.

It spread across

the whole country...

from village to village...

from the border

of China to Saigon.

Why did you bring me here?

Nobody move!

Follow them!

Hurry up.

Tell me, Guy.

Why am I here?

Camille's in Poulo-Condore prison.

She's alive!

Get her out.

I want to see her.

You won't! Nobody can see her.

Not even I--

Stop! Stop talking!

You're in charge.

I want Camille.

In Indochina right now...

a hundred troupes are

performing Camille's story.

I can do nothing!

Get her out of prison! Please!

Don't you understand?

Not only won't she get out,

but she'll end up a communist!

Poulo-Condore prison is the world's

largest communist breeding ground.

You go in a criminal,

a prostitute, a nationalist...

you come out a Marxist!

And I hope that she does

become a communist!

It's her only chance!

Everyone else dies!

Now I know who you are.

Nothing!

You're nothing but words.

You're worse than a coward.

You're there.

You watch, sniff around,

and you talk!

You wonder why

I never slept with you?

I didn't want you as a lover!

Women need more than words!

Eliane!

Eliane!

Madame, this is Etienne.

Please sign here.

Him ugly.

Him a drop of mud.

You're right, Shen.

Very ugly.

Not handsome at all.

Not much big.

Not pretty, dressed "anywhen."

Not "anywhen," Shen.

It's "any old way."

The evil spirits are listening.

If we say he's handsome,

they'll harm him.

Give me Le Guen.

What'll you do with him?

I'm awaiting orders from Paris.

Let me question him.

What he knows about the

communist networks and leaders...

is of major interest to us.

Three points, Mr. Asselin.

One:
Le Guen doesn't talk.

He hasn't spoken since his arrest.

Not even to my chief of staff,

his classmate.

Two:
If I hand him over to you,

he might talk.

But I'd rather not.

We know your methods.

Three:
Le Guen is a sailor.

His case will be

tried by sailors.

Any relevant information

will be passed along to you.

Thanks. Another example

of navy-police cooperation.

That's what makes empires great.

You've decided to talk.

I'm listening.

I have one request.

Only one.

Jean-Baptiste.

Hello.

Hello, Eliane.

They gave me

24 hours of freedom.

I gave my word.

I'll ship out tomorrow morning.

I'll be tried in Brest.

A trial here would have

harmed the navy's honor...

and placed France on trial

in Indochina.

I have one day

to settle all my affairs.

Will you take him to France

to your family?

No. I'm asking you to keep him.

Later on, we'll see.

You accept?

I wouldn't have let you take him.

You haven't changed.

I never had a little baby

of my own.

Where will you spend the night?

I don't know.

Take him to the house

in Saigon.

He should spend a night

with his father.

Do you want Shen to help you?

No, I'll manage.

I'll see you off tomorrow.

Any news?

None whatsoever.

You'll see her again.

She's gotten so strong.

Did they sleep well?

Me not know.

You didn't go upstairs?

No. Baby crying last night,

then sleep.

My Etienne.

My darling.

We're going home...

back to our home.

Madame! Madame Devries!

Swear you didn't do it!

Swear it!

That I didn't do what?

Jean-Baptiste is dead,

and you killed him.

He's in Emile's house.

The gun is in his hand.

No one kills himself

while holding his own baby!

Calm down, Eliane.

His day of freedom!

You were all in on it!

He was free, free to die...

free to get shot!

I'll fight. I'll get proof against you,

the army, the government!

Stop it!

It's the communists!

The communists.

He infiltrated them,

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