Lacombe Lucien

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June 1944,

during German occupation,

in a small French town

near the Spanish border...

The news is on the radio.

And this ends our programme.

This is the French national radio

...bringing you a speech...

...by Philippe Henriot

on the real enemies of France.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Some of you may listen,

from time to time,

to programmes broadcast

by enemy radio stations.

I'm not criticizing you for this,

but do invite you...

...to reflect on the monotony

of those voices.

Their music is always the same,

from London Algiers,

and it's the music many prefer.

The tone, style and

terminology...

...all carry the same

trade-mark.

The mark of the real enemies

of France.

Capitalists, Jews, Bolsheviks...

...do nothing but repeat

the same issues over and over.

Laval, in their opinion,

is a traitor.

Darlaine is called an agent

of the Gestapo...

...and I... a slave to

German propaganda.

One of these radios,

broadcasting out of London,

from where the deserter

ex-Colonel De Gaulle speaks,

ironically put forward my name

for the "Legion of Honour"...

...as Minister of Propaganda.

I thank them,

but I don't want decorations.

I only want to show you...

...that history isn't written

with jokes of this kind.

- Hello, Lucien!

- Hi!

Eat up.

Don't make me fret.

What the hell are you doing

in my house?

Aren't you Lucien, Teresa's son?

This stuff isn't yours.

It all belongs to my father.

That may well be. Talk to the boss.

He'll explain everything.

What are you doing here, Lucien?

You get up late, nowadays.

It's Sunday.

Why did you get out

your father's gun?

You know that's forbidden.

Here! They gave me a raise

this month.

Thanks!

- Hello, Lucien.

- Good morning, Mr. Laborit.

Your son should let us know

when he's coming.

How long are you staying?

I have 5 days off.

Who are those people?

What are they doing in our house?

They're helping Mr. Laborit

so I had to put them up.

There have been a lot of

changes here.

Someone has to work.

Your father's been taken prisoner,

Joseph has gone underground.

- What?

- He's joined the Resistance.

Just imagine, I've a son

who's playing the hero!

- Do you want to become a priest?

- No, I certainly don't!

They've dressed you up like one!

- Lucien!

- Ave!

Lucien, lift its head!

- That's it! Just a bit more!

- Push it! Like that!

A bit more!

Just a bit more! Come on!

We can make it!

There we are!

Let's go and have a drink.

It was a really good horse.

You'll never find another one

like him!

"And the thunder...

...let out...

...its dull rumble..."

Look who's here!

Come on in, Lucien.

...heard far, far away.

My dear boy,

there's no hope for you.

Look what you've done.

I said "thunder" and

you wrote "thander".

There again, to watch over

sheep, good spelling...

...is not required.

Class is over so

you can go.

What do you want?

This is for you.

Thank you very much.

- Are you here just for this?

- I want to join the Resistance.

Why are you telling me?

You're the leader around here,

everyone knows that.

You're too young.

We already have too many

youths like you.

Anyway, it's a serious matter.

It's not like going poaching.

It means actual fighting,

do you understand?

I don't want to go back

to the rest home.

You should be glad

you have that job.

No.

You can't stay here, Lucien.

Laborit won't allow you to.

- When your father comes back...

- There'll be hell to pay!

Lucien!

Dammit!

This wheel's done for.

Don't you know there a curfew?

Are you mad?

Young man! Are you here to spy?

Move! You've some explaining to do!

- Any news from Paris?

- The phone's not working.

Kid, come here! Come here!

Go on!

- Can you vouch for him?

- He's one of us.

Are you sure I can trust him?

Very well.

- Will he get 596?

- Yes.

Henry, are you going to tell me?

Did you know that curiosity

is a very nasty fault?

- Who's this?

- I found him in the garden.

- He was spying.

- That's not true.

I haven't done anything wrong.

I was returning to the rest home.

Don't you know it's forbidden

to be out after 10pm?

Why are you looking at me

like that?

Aren't you Henry Aubert,

the cycling champion?

- Have you seen me race?

- In the Tour of Toulouse, in '38.

I was with my father.

I saw you then.

So, you've recognized me.

- Are you from around here?

- No, I'm from Souillac.

I know someone in Souillac.

The pharmacist.

What's her name?

- Mrs. Cabessut.

- Right! That's her!

Brown-haired, tall,

with a pair of tits as big as this!

A fine looking woman!

Will you have a drink?

Marie, two shots of bitters!

So, you're from Souillac.

- Have you been there?

- Yes, it's a nice place.

Wild...

- There are partisans in that area.

- I know.

You don't see much of them.

So, is that pharmacist still

on the ball?

Come on! Have another drop.

What's the school teacher's name?

Peyssac. Robert Peyssac.

They say he's a Mason.

- What does "Mason" mean?

- Is he the leader? Are you sure?

- Of course it's him,

- but he goes under another name.

- What?

Wait... Voltaire.

They call him "Commander Voltaire".

Hey, it's time to wake up!

Come on, get up.

They'll be opening the office soon.

- My head aches!

- Poor boy...

You drank too much last night.

Do you want an Asprin?

- Good morning, young man.

- Good morning, madam.

- Miss.

- Excuse me, Miss Chauvelot,

- there wasn't a room for him.

- That's all right.

- Enjoy your breakfast.

- Thanks.

- Good morning, Miss Chauvelot.

- How are you this morning?

- Fine, thank you.

- I've almost finished.

- What a lovely day!

- Lovely and hot, you mean!

Here!

It's for Lieutenant Miller.

- Thank you, Miss Chauvelot.

- Goodbye.

They're servile and meticulous too.

If we were like them,

we'd have won the war.

Bother! I've broken a nail.

- What were you saying, Mother?

- That I've broken a nail.

You've been drinking, Pierre.

- Alcohol is bad for you.

- I just had a drop.

It's nice in here

out of the heat

Outside, it's like being

in Saigon.

- How's it going, young man?

- Fine, Mr. Tonin.

Don't you think he looks like

Paul?

Just a little.

Paul was thinner.

Read me the post, Mother.

"Gentlemen of the Gestapo,

as a grain dealer and...

...medal of valour holder,

I wish to inform you...

...of the suspicious trafficking

of a man called Louvelle Etinne.

- Not only does he..."

- Come on!

Keep walking!

I've brought you Commander Voltaire

while he's still warm.

He was in bed,

sleeping like a baby.

The little angel had some flyers

on his bedside table:

"The Germans are retreating

on all fronts...

...and soon, you will be free

in a free France."

The could at least ask us

our opinion.

I don't want to be freed

by the Jews, for example.

I have my rights too, don't I?

- Peyssac, listen...

- Be quiet, you scoundrel!

Welcome to our offices,

Mr. Peyssac.

Bring him upstairs.

I'll join you shortly.

- Shall I start working him over?

- No, wait for me.

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