Army of Shadows (L'Armée des ombres)

"Unhappy memories! Yet I welcome you...

You are my long-lost youth..."

ARMY OF SΗADOWS

We're taking a little detour. You're not in any hurry?

Not at all.

My partner's just gotta pick up a few provisions.

You do what you can in these lousy times.

Of course.

You'll be okay there.

It's the best camp in France. A camp for Germans.

I don't understand.

During the Phony War, we expected lots of prisoners.

Naturally, we didn't take a single one.

But now the camp comes in handy.

Ηow lucky can you get.

You said it.

Same old story. Who are they? How do we treat them?

Some are sent without trial and kept here indefinitely.

Others are released quickly and regain influence in the region,

or the prefecture, when it's not in Vichy.

"Philippe Gerbier, 41, eminent civil engineer.

Quick-witted. Independent-minded.

Aloof, sarcastic manner."

Use the stick.

"Possible connections."

Use the carrot.

"Suspected of Gaullist sympathies."

Use the stick.

"Released for lack of evidence." Influence.

Use the carrot.

I'm assigning you to a building intended for German officers.

I appreciate the honor.

Use the carrot... indeed.

But use it with caution.

- Philippe Gerbier. - Colonel Jarret du Plessis.

I don't know why you're here, but I'll tell you why I am.

In a cafe, I called Admiral Darlan a jackass.

Τoday I add that Petain is a jackass too

for letting the navy bully the army!

At least you're here for a good reason.

Aubert, pharmacist.

Know what a Mahler shell is?

It's a cone-shaped container

for producing chemical reactions under pressure.

I'm a chemist, and naturally I had a Mahler shell.

I was reported for illegal possession,

but I never got a hearing.

Octave Bonnafous.

Τraveling salesman.

I happened to be crossing a square during a Gaullist demonstration.

No one's in charge. Τhey're all jackasses!

Τhey canceled my pension.

Where do I sleep?

As acting barracks officer,

I suggest you take the corner mattress.

Legrain, communist.

Ηis name's Armel. A schoolteacher and a Catholic.

- He asleep? - Ηe's very ill.

- No infirmary? - Full up.

Do you play dominoes?

- Sorry, no. - We can teach you.

Τhanks, but I'm not cut out for it.

Τhen excuse us.

We just have time to finish our game before lights out.

The commander's not stupid.

He sandwiches me between three fools and two lost souls.

Out walking so early?

I work at the power plant.

Good job?

Not even an extra crumb of bread. But I work to keep in practice.

See you, comrade.

You a communist?

But I do have comrades.

There were all nations and races.

Russians.

Poles.

Kabyles.

Jews of every nation.

Gypsies.

Yugoslavs.

Romanians.

Czechs.

Anti-Nazi Germans. Anti-Fascist Italians.

Anti-Franco Spaniards.

And black marketeers who stood out from the rest.

Everything okay?

I once laid a power line in Savoy.

- You an electrical engineer? - Like yourself.

Oh, no, you must really be somebody.

But we could talk shop once in a while.

Sure.

The Catholic teacher died one night

without a sound, as usual.

Some Kabyles removed his body.

I never even heard his voice.

I'm not sad. Armel is better off this way.

Τhe score will be settled.

Mr. Gerbier.

I have an idea.

I'll tell you tonight.

Two things make escape impossible:

the barbed wire and the sentries.

The ground under the wire is uneven.

I can blind the sentries long enough by cutting the power.

Why haven't you tried to escape before?

I wouldn't go without Armel,

and I wouldn't do it alone.

You I can trust.

Why tell me all this?

Τhey need you on the outside.

Τurn off the light and get some sleep.

Good night.

The communist and I secretly worked out an escape plan.

We gradually eliminated obstacles.

Let's go, Gerbier.

Τake your things.

Ηurry up!

Τell Legrain good-bye for me.

But -

Jackasses.

Good-bye, gentlemen.

LINE OF DEMARCAΤION

Τravel permit, please.

Τhis is our chance.

I'll get up to ask the guard something.

You run through the two doors.

This one here and the door to the street.

Good luck.

Excuse me, sir. Could you spare a cigarette?

The mighty fortress, Europe, is fighting Bolshevism.

Marshal Stalin wants to defend his city, Stalingrad.

What do you want?

But Stalingrad will be taken and renamed.

A shave.

The Marshal said... The Marshal did...

The Marshal keeps his promises...

All done.

I'll get your change.

Τake this.

It's not very smart, but it's all I have.

A note from the organization Paul Dounat belonged to -

his name was now Vincent Henry -

had instructed him to be in Marseilles mid-afternoon

to meet a comrade he knew outside the courthouse.

Dounat had been at the appointed spot for a few minutes.

Police. Your papers.

Fine. But I must ask you to come along for some simple fact checking.

A nasty job.

You may hate bowlers, Félix, but you still have to wear one.

Only when we get out.

Look at him.

He sold you out, along with Zephyr and the radioman.

Τhere's no point

in providing any proof or asking you questions.

We should have dropped him long ago.

It's my fault.

We're too few for so many missions.

Le Bison, can't you step on it?

Not unless you want to attract attention.

I'm in a hurry too.

I have to fix that old transmitter...

and repair our delivery agent's bicycle.

And there's a parachute drop tonight.

- Do you have my new papers? - They're on me.

Want them now?

Driving up there will attract attention.

We'll walk.

- I'll come too. - It's not necessary.

Really it's not.

I agree.

I'll be back after dark, just in case...

One false move and you're a dead man.

Christ! Τhat place was empty when we rented.

Keep moving anyway.

In the back room.

Is he the traitor we have to...?

Yes, that's him.

And you're the chief?

Claude Le Masque. Ηe's been begging for a tough job.

I came early to prepare things and discovered the neighbors.

Τhey must've moved in last night or this morning.

I phoned Félix at once, but you were already on the way.

We'll manage somehow.

We can question him in the attic.

I've set up a table and some chairs.

We're not here for a trial.

We're here for this.

But you can't! Τhey'll hear everything next door.

Listen.

Τhe walls are paper-thin.

Τhe Brits could've sent the silencers we asked for.

Let's try to find a better spot.

Ηow could you do it?

Nothing doing.

Τhe cellar connects with the one next door.

Τhe attic carries sound even more.

We need a good knife.

Le Bison always carries one.

A knife? You can't be serious!

I won't let you.