Lacombe Lucien Page #5

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Leave me alone!

Did you know they let

Mr. Swanz's mother die?

- Freudich told me.

- Calm down, Daddy!

Maybe we can get to Spain.

Spain is just a dream.

Maybe it doesn't even exist.

Come on, Daddy! Be reasonable!

- Better, now?

- Yes.

You know, Mr. Horn?

I like you a lot.

We'll get to Spain,

you'll see.

The frontiers are closed.

There are still some places

where surveillance is minimal.

I'm going to bed.

Good night, everybody.

Sweetheart, you know very well

that your grandmother can't walk,

so it's useless talking about

escaping.

You're right. Anyhow,

the war will be over soon.

It's true, Daddy. Did you know

the Americans are close by?

- Have you been out?

- I went for a walk in town.

I hadn't been out of

the house for a long time.

It helps me regain my strength.

France told me you could

help us get to Spain.

- Me?

- Yes.

That's a good one!

Listen, Lucien.

I want to talk to you

man to man.

- We've never had a chat.

- What do you want to talk about?

My daughter, France.

I don't have time now.

I must go to work.

They really worked him over, huh?

I'm bushed!

I'm going to have a shower.

I stayed in Paris until '42,

then...

Oh, Lucien!

This man was looking for you.

- What the hell are you doing here?

- I was waiting for you,

just chatting with your friend.

He's a very nice young man.

- Another cocktail?

- Have you gone mad?!

I came to talk to you calmly.

Things can't go on as they are.

You just can't help it.

You have to act stupidly!

Come on! I'll take you home.

- Who's this?

- A friend.

Albert Horn, sir.

Horn? But he's that Jew!

You brought a Jew into

the bar of the hotel?

He's young. He doesn't understand.

Step into my office!

Show me some I.D.

What's this:
"Jean-Bernard Rigel,

July 1892, resident in Paris"?

- Did Douasien get it for you?

- Precisely.

I want to see an identity card

with "Jew" written on it.

I only have a calling card.

- Surname:
Horn.

Name:
Albert.

Born in...?

Where?

It doesn't matter.

Put "Toulouse".

Domicile?

de Serbit, Paris Vlll.

- Nationality?

- French.

Has no-one ever told you

a Jew can't be French?

A few times.

For me, Jews are like rats.

Sewer rats.

- Really?

- Yes.

And like them, they multiply.

- May I go?

- Stay where you are.

I'm calling the German Command.

You'll sort things out with them.

Why this familiar tone

all of a sudden?

Hello?

- Mr. Horn...

- Hello? Hello!

We didn't have time

to talk about France.

She was still sleeping,

when I came here.

What I wanted to say to you,

Lucien, is that...

Just think my dear friend!

I have a Jew here in my office!

Open up!

You old witch!

It seems they put him

on a train in Toulouse.

No-one knows

where they'll take him.

- He was asking for it.

- Shut up!

Shut up! Shut up!

You scoundrel! You scoundrel!

I fought for my country, France.

I'm a soldier, just like you!

I demand to be treated

with respect!

Wait in there, please.

Go upstairs and guard

the prisoner.

- I'll be busy with the Germans.

- You still feel like working?

Naturally! More than ever.

Cheer up, kid!

How old are you?

So, you work for the Germans...

You, a French boy.

Aren't you ashamed?

I don't like your familiar tone.

Listen, don't be an idiot!

Don't you know you'll be shot?

You don't have a cruel face.

Listen...

I can save you.

Take off these handcuffs

and we'll escape together.

Get it?

I don't like your familiar tone.

Hurry! Out of there!

Come on! Move it!

Hello? Hello!

Hello? The German Command!

Put me through to

the German Command.

Come on!

- Miss France Horn?

- Yes.

Mrs. Bella Horn?

You can bring with you

a small case or backpack.

Only personal belongings,

no foodstuffs, no books

and no money.

- Hurry up! Get a move on!

- But...

You're not the only ones leaving.

I've a lot of people on my list.

There's been a serious attack.

Do you understand?

Come on! Hurry, Grandma!

Mr. Lacombe, you work

for the German police.

No stealing when you're in

the German police.

Give me that watch immediately!

I'm not coming without her!

Where are we going?

I don't know

To Spain.

Dammit!

Lucien!

- What did she say?

- There's a card missing.

- Good night, Grandma.

- Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Lucien!

Lucien!

Lucien!

Lucien!

Lucien!

Lucien Lacombe

was arrested on October 12 1944.

Tried by a Resistance

military court,

he was sentenced to death and shot.

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