Monsieur Batignole Page #4

Talk about precision,

those Germans.

It's regulations.

All theirthings are in aisle 27.

That's it.

I've a list of furniture.

What timing.

It's going to Germany in 2 days.

Section B is at the far end.

It's incredible!

You should see the pianos.

Hundreds of pianos lined up.

It's extraordinary.

Incredible.

Here it is. Bernstein.

- What are you looking for?

- A Louis XV chest.

- It's not on my list.

- But I saw them take it away.

The officer in charge

often helps himself.

I'd check Spreich's office

if I were you.

He's a fanatic... for Louis XV.

What can I say?

I could've gotten a head start.

As usual, you don't tell me a thing.

I wonderwhat you do all day long?

You think this stuff is heaven sent?

Stop bickering.

- It's heavy.

- I don't have four arms.

Don't get your hands dirty.

"Don't Get Your Hands Dirty."

Excellent title.

How about "Lazy Bones" instead?

I'll note that.

- After my delivery, we're going.

- You're coming too?

No. I'm taking you to Morel.

That's it.

Move your junk.

Air raids are expected

and people use cellars.

If they find you here, I'm finished.

It's just a storm.

Get the rest from the truck.

Looking for something?

Colonel Spreich. I thought I'd...

You're bleeding.

It's nothing.

- I'll get a doctor.

- Don't bother.

Don't move.

I'll be right back.

I'm Edmond Batignole.

You know me.

Me come here every day.

That was from before.

Truck requisitioned

by my son-in-law.

Bad French paint, that's all.

- Excuse me?

- Papers forthe truck!

Me French, not Jew.

Understand?

You can go.

Colonel,

this is Andrea.

I think we have a problem

with Batignole.

We started eating.

How was the delivery?

I got it in early.

Did you hear about your promotion?

What's this?

Edmond's to be

Gestapo caterer.

And the fool doesn't tell us.

It's not official.

They owe me.

I've been footing the bill.

It got you in the door.

If there's no contract, I'm out.

Don't be such a pig.

The Krauts have been

the pigs around here.

Sorry, Pierre-Jean.

Your scorn is appropriate.

Besides, things can still change.

Are the winds changing?

Well Marguerite,

scornful tones must now shift

to more somber ones.

Collaborating with the Germans

is fine, if they respect us.

We've done a fine job ridding

the country ofJews and terrorists.

Now Hitler must do his part.

Absolutely.

Let's raise our glasses

to a new cleansed France,

one that's serene and prosperous.

To a revolution led by Ptain.

Vive la France!

Vive I'Amour.

Let's have champagne!

I'll get some.

No!

You're hiding something.

You stop me every time.

It's fishy.

Remember, I put it upstairs.

- You said you brought it down.

- No. Up.

- You bring it up, then down.

- So?

- Well it is odd.

- What's odd!

Are you OK, Edmond?

He's never OK!

It's her!

- Daddy...

- I've had it with her.

That's a new one.

It's not new.

You yell constantly.

Edmond, you've no guts, no brain.

You're a pig!

- Do I treat you like a fat sow?

- Watch it!

I'm ashamed of you!

That's my problem.

I am ashamed of you!

- You're still making my life hell.

- Not much longer!

I'll get the champagne.

Hold on.

It's Colonel Spreich.

He wants to talk to Dad.

He seems upset.

Yes, Colonel?

This is Pierre-Jean.

We're leaving...

- What are you doing here?

- Eating.

No, them.

They're my cousins.

I'm already in deep sh*t,

and you brought them here?

I didn't go anywhere.

How did they appear?

Was it the Holy Spirit?

You told our landlady

Simon was in your cellar.

We climbed through the opening.

This isn't a summer camp!

- Taste good?

- I was hungry.

Edmond.

Who is it?

Edmond.

Open up!

Leave me alone.

Spreich called.

He wants to see you immediately.

He has a few questions.

I'll go with you.

- The Gestapo can't be good.

- You can't refuse to see Spreich.

He's suspicious lately.

I don't know what you mean.

Leave me alone.

Open up!

Daddy, let us in!

Leave me alone

or I'll hang myself!

This is the champagne?

I know you.

Colette and Simone

are Simon's friends.

Little whores.

Watch your mouth, Pierre-Jean.

I put myself out so that

you could live in a fine apartment.

Got involved with the SS,

and compromised my art forthis.

Lowlife scum who sides with Jews.

I wouldn't worry about your art.

Even Sacha Guitry...

I told Daddy about Mr. Guitry.

Daddy's little girl tells all.

How sweet.

Call Spreich.

Get him here!

- They're just kids.

- Obey me!

If you're still my daughter,

don't listen.

He's the one who denounced

your family, Simon.

He told the police.

This time the SS

will be coming for you.

- You say you're not a puppet.

- I'm doing my duty!

You vermin aren't going to a camp.

You'll go directly

to Germany in cattle cars.

Everybody upstairs!

Move!

We listen to Mr. Edmond.

Tell them to go upstairs.

Do what he says.

He's sick.

I warned you.

That's an excellent title!

Excellent title.

You've got 5 seconds,

or I'll butcher you.

Please, Daddy.

We'll go, Edmond.

Who, Marguerite? Who?

Daddy found him

- Where's your father?

- At the police station.

Will you take hostages?

If you don't find the guilty party?

Pierre-Jean was a minor

French collaborator,

not a German officer.

He was more than a son to me.

We'll find the person who did this.

And he'll pay dearly.

Skin him alive!

- Keep the change.

- Thanks.

- Open up.

- Now what?

Open up.

Where did you two disappear?

They came to see their cousin.

A man wanted to take us to a camp,

but he saved us.

He killed the man with an ax.

I neutralized him.

- Then he won't die?

- Of course not.

The hospital will sew him up.

Ask Simon. His father knows.

You must hide us.

Just tonight.

I can't turn you out.

Thank you.

Want a drink?

I'd be delighted.

It was Mr. Bernstein's.

His son said he got it from you.

Max never finished paying for it.

Max was arrested

with his wife and son.

I need cash to get

his other son to Switzerland.

There are other kids too.

Congratulations.

I can sell it somewhere else.

- I came to you.

- You have no one else.

I'll give you 300,000.

It'll get a million on auction.

It won't go on auction

for another2 or3 months.

And you seem in a hurry.

Do you have cash?

Wait a moment.

- May I use your phone?

- Certainly.

Is your mother alright?

She's busy.

All of Vichy Paris

has come out for Pierre-Jean.

It's his moment of glory.

- The SS is investigating.

- Who do they suspect?

Since you left, they have doubts.

Especially Spreich.

I heard you rummaged his office.

He wants to make you talk.

Says you're a Gaullist.

Here's 150,000 francs.

No questions. I want you both

to stay with my brother in Normandy.

What about you?

I'm taking the kids

to Switzerland.

I'm sorry about Pierre-Jean.

- I had no choice.

- Yes you did.

You killed him after he alerted

Spreich. You could've left.

You think he would've let me go?

He would've butchered

the children.

Don't say you loved him.

When do you go?

Tonight.

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