Uncertain Glory Page #7

With luck, you may be able to leave here

in three days.

Now, keep well covered, because

what I've given you will make you sweat.

Under no conditions

let him get out of bed.

I'll be back before midnight.

Well, this is something

we didn't count on.

No, but I'm still a little ahead of you.

What do you mean?

When you undressed me, I took my gun.

It's right here, in my hand.

I wasn't thinking of running out on you.

You've always been thinking of it,

every minute, day and night.

No, I haven't.

But there is something I'd like to do.

You won't leave this room without me.

I left it before, didn't I? And I came back.

I don't feel like talking.

All right, let me talk.

How far would I get without any papers?

Why, they'd grab me before daylight

and I'd be right back on the guillotine.

- No, that wasn't what I wanted.

- Then what did you want?

Well, I...

Oh, I don't suppose

you'll believe this, Bonet...

...but this morning, in the church there,

I tried to make a fool out of you.

All I did was to make a fool

out of myself.

I've never been religious

or anything like that...

...but now there's only a few hours left...

...and I've been thinking

about what you said...

...about standing out there alone

tomorrow...

...up against that wall,

no priest to turn to.

I'm frightened.

I suppose this is about the only time

a man like me would turn to God.

But I can't do it unless you help me.

How?

- When?

- Now.

I want to go to this village priest

and tell him about myself...

...and try to clear my soul if it's possible.

You said it was.

And then I want to go to see Marianne.

To tell her goodbye.

That's all.

You can't think I'm lying.

I know it's the fever.

Somehow I think that for once

in your life you are telling the truth.

I am.

Look.

Here, it's a quarter to 8 now.

I'll be back here by 10:00 sharp.

I swear it, on my mother's head.

Ten o'clock sharp.

Thanks.

Better keep covered up.

Jean!

Jean!

Jean. The villagers, they're going to turn

you over to the Garde Mobile.

- Turn me? What for?

- They say you're the saboteur.

They're all ready to swear

they saw you at the bridge.

I know it's a lie, but they're desperate.

They'll do anything.

That road.

You knew a road through the woods.

- Yes.

- Where is it?

You'll never find it alone.

Come, I'll show you.

DuPrau, Robinette.

We've found the saboteur.

Come with us.

You'd better get out.

They're coming for your friend Dupont.

- Why, what's wrong?

- They say he's the saboteur.

We'll wait no longer

for the Garde Mobile.

- We'll get him ourselves.

- Yeah.

Latour, Vitrac, Razeau. Come back.

You forget that the Lord has said

to those who break his commandments:

"I will turn my face against you,

ye shall be slain before your enemies.

And they that hate you

shall reign over you."

These three men are liars.

They would've turned you into fools

and murderers.

They invented this mad scheme

in the hope of saving the hostages.

The man, Dupont, is not the saboteur.

You three have persisted in sin,

mortal sin.

The only crime greater than theirs

is that you should believe them...

...and send an innocent man

to his death.

- What's the meaning of this?

- These are ugly times, captain.

They breed ugly thoughts,

but my people are at peace again.

They're about to return to their homes

and repent.

They are going now.

I still wanna know the cause.

Why were they gathered?

That, my dear captain, is our affair.

- Where are they?

- "They"?

- Whom do you mean?

- My Marianne.

And your friend, Dupont.

They? They are together?

Don't try to deceive me.

They've gone, both of them.

Where are they?

- I don't know.

- You're lying.

You're protecting him.

He's guilty of a crime

and there's a name for it.

No, madame.

His crime is without a name.

And the guilt is mine.

That's the road.

Fine. I can find the way from here.

Goodbye, Marianne.

Thanks for everything.

You've been an angel.

Jean, I want to go with you.

No, no. That wouldn't work out

for either one of us.

- Why wouldn't it?

- Well, it wouldn't, that's all.

Look, I'm running away from a lot more...

...than those villagers,

a lot more than the Garde Mobile.

- I can't tell you about it.

- Jean, what have you done?

You...

You're not the saboteur.

No, I'm not.

Now, don't ask any more questions.

Goodbye.

Jean, I won't ask questions.

It doesn't matter.

We love each other.

That's all a woman has to know.

I've got nothing to offer you.

- Nothing but fear and trouble and...

- I don't care.

You'd be with me.

Maybe I wouldn't, for long.

Take me with you, Jean.

Why couldn't I have met you

before it was so late in so many ways?

Come on.

She sleeps well.

My place isn't far from here.

I can give you a little breakfast

such as it is.

Thanks.

- Do you think we could go a little faster?

- Not with Celeste.

She's like France.

Too old to beat, too tough to die.

What keeps her going?

Courage.

My son made this cheese.

We ate a half of it with him

only a few days ago.

And now he's going to die.

To die?

He was plowing a field near the Gartempe

bridge the day it was destroyed.

The Germans took him along

with the others.

Those bells. What are they ringing for?

They're ringing all over France today.

For our son and his comrades.

We must go out

and join the others to pray for them.

Come, Gabrielle.

What are you doing?

I'm lighting a candle for him.

He must be the son they spoke of.

You're still worrying about them,

aren't you?

I can't help it, Jean.

I keep seeing their faces.

I pray God

the saboteur will give himself up.

Give himself up?

What for? Why should he?

You're all so sentimental

about this thing.

This is war.

What's a hundred lives, more or less?

That saboteur was working for 40 millions,

for the whole of France.

All of those people outside there,

crying and praying and sniveling.

What have they done for their country?

Spitting whenever a German goes by,

cursing him.

Why, that doesn't mean a thing.

But blowing up a bridge, killing a whole

trainload of Germans, that counts.

A handful of peasants is a cheap price.

It's breaking your heart

because you know a couple.

Jean.

Let me put it to you this way,

supposing you knew the saboteur?

Supposing it was your brother

or someone you loved?

- That would make a difference, wouldn't it?

- I don't know.

I don't understand these things.

Jean, don't be angry with me.

Angry?

I'm not angry.

How could I be?

I've got everything in the world

to make a man happy.

I've got you.

But we've got to get away from here.

There must be someplace we can go,

someplace far away and...

- Martinique.

- Martinique?

But that's across the world, Jean.

That's the beauty of it.

Oh, it's lovely there. Warm and peaceful.

We'd be happy, safe.

We could find a new life together.

I've never done much with mine,

but with you I could. I know I could.

But can we get there, Jean?

Or even out of France.

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