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I'll find out, Sir.

If they're here from

Criminal Investigations, fine.

Otherwise, get them out.

Gentlemen, gentlemen.

Colonel La Gureve

from Mortemont.

At your service, Commissioner.

Allow me to place my men

at your disposal, Sir.

Listen, Sir...

It's the duty of everyone

in France to guard her

from her adversaries!

- Is he a Jew or a Yugoslav?

- Neither of them.

Now, if you'll pardon me, gentlemen,

there's work for me to do,

and your help is not needed

at this time.

We have to humor them.

I don't want another

Prince affair in my department.

Can we go home?

Not yet.

You're there.

Uh-huh.

Just watching you sleep.

Nobody would understand,

would they?

Nobody ever understands.

It's Flicie.

What is it?

Get out of here!

The police are everywhere!

Get dressed, quick!

You go on.

You're not wanted here.

No! That way.

Here. Now, go.

He left the house.

In that case,

shoot him on sight.

Stop!

Get out!

They'll fire on the farm.

No. No, I'm not leaving.

It's my farm.

Come back here!

Come back!

Miss!

Get away from there!

Jean Lavigne!

The farm's surrounded!

You have one minute to come out

with your hands up.

Or we'll come in!

Anyone helping you

will be charged with complicity!

You never told me

your name was Lavigne.

I'd forgotten.

Somewhere else,

everything's beautiful.

- I'm going out!

- No.

No!

In 1992 Jean Lavigne,

son of physicist Etienne Lavigne

was fatally shot during a formal reception

of two high personalities.

To the president of the court,

who asked him the reasons for his act,

he answered, "I'd had enough."

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