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THE PRISON OF FRESNES, FRANCE, 1942

Stop there.

What is this? Our cell?

Only for this night.

Will getting used to your new lifestyle.

Take.

Between! Let's go with that!

-I've entered! -no, it is Not possible!

-I want to get out of here! -shut up!

No! Let Me out of here!

Open the door! I want to get out of here!

Open! Open! Open!

Open the door! Open!

PARADISE

My name is Jules Garnier Michaud.

I was born in 1901, in Sentier,

a small village in the District of Seine-et-Marne.

My father was a lawyer.

He died when I was 10 years old.

He was young and healthy.

One day, got up from the table after breakfast,

she smiled, said goodbye to us...

and fell down dead,

in the place where he was.

Aneurysm.

My mother loved him very much,

but don't let it get her down.

Her boyfriends always treated me well.

She would not tolerate that would have been different.

One of them even got me a job

in the Police Department of Paris.

A job extremely tedious,

but, at least, took me out of the interior.

I have a brother

and a sister also.

It's called...

She is called Marie-Christine.

My brother's name is Bruno.

With my brother, do not.

My brother liked me get scared.

We slept in the same room

and...

when I was little, he was 8 years older than I,

and liked to imitate a wolf.

He kept howling in the night, in bed,

until I lay down next to him.

He thought funny,

but I was really scared.

On the other hand, I was fighting a lot with my sister.

Until she realize that I was much stronger.

She saw that it was not worth it.

Then we stopped fighting.

Yes. I am married.

In 1925, I married Agnès Choiset.

This was her maiden name.

It is a happy marriage.

We have a son, Emile.

It was she who chose that name.

It was the name of her father.

Emile.

It is a strange name, isn't it?

Anyway... it doesn't matter. What difference does it make?

-I do Not eat this. -That's hyperbole.

-Is terrible. -I'll prove it to you.

Amanda does not know how to cook.

-Coma, is not so bad. -no, it isn't.

-what hours is the dentist? -15h.

-I am Sorry not to be able to take it. -okay, I'm going to train.

Do not mind the finger in the jelly!

In a circus of Paris,

a man walks on a rope to 12m in height.

And another man, in exchange for money,

sticks his head in the mouth of a lion.

Is the same? -IS.

See.

The ants are already closing the holes. Means that it's going to rain.

No, they prepare for the winter.

They have to hibernate because the larvae need to eat.

Then close the holes and store food

for larvae to survive the winter.

Hi, Michel. Park the car for me?

Hi, Thérèse. No news?

Two more Russian were arrested for hide the jewish children.

Bring them in for questioning after you have analyzed the chips.

The evidence is in that package.

Pick up for me.

-The Russian has already been interrogated? -I Think that Theo was taking a coffee.

Call-the here.

I booked the three entrances to the circus tomorrow.

Great. Another thing: tell the driver to bring some supplies.

I want cigars, a salami and two packages of coffee.

-No, three! -Understood, chief.

Olga Kamensky.

Born in 1910.

Russian.

The Orthodox Church.

I was born in Russia, in the region of the Don River.

I've been...

a family of cossack.

My mother got a lover

when I was about 6 years old.

And...

And... she picked me up, and we drove away.

Street Jacob, 4th District, Paris.

The Magazine "Vogue".

Publisher fashion. I say, fashion editor...

In 1941, I enlisted in the Resistance

as a member of the civil organization and military

under the command of colonel Touny.

How is it possible...

interrogate the Russian all night and does not boot anything from it?

-He speaks French, at least? -Yes, very well.

You are no longer the same.

If you continue believing in the nonsense of his bride,

will be back for the qatar potatoes in Flanders.

I broke the knee of it with the hammer. He didn't walk more.

I want details, I want results!

No matter what you have to do!

Is well, commander.

I can't explain it, it is impossible to explain...

I don't have words...

to describe how it is.

Very well. You have been trapped in the ladder of service

in number 7 of the Rue La Bruyère.

Exactly where Elizabeth Kuntseva hid jewish children on the 5th floor.

I don't know anything about it.

Before you, two children came running through the same port.

The police could not catch them, unfortunately.

Someone has locked the door.

Was it you?

I don't know anyone

of the 5th floor.

Then went to visit someone?

Marie Silvestri, apartment 4, 2nd floor.

You claim that is not part of the Civilian Resistance

and that you don't know Zinaida Shakhovskaya,

Vera Obolenskaya, nor Boris Vild?

Exact.

You also stated that you had no knowledge

the presence of illegal children in the apartment of Elizabeth Kuntseva?

Yes, yes.

It is better for you to confess.

It can soften your luck.

My luck?

Your colleague has already confessed.

Dmitri Chelyadintsev.

That name, my God.

Thérèse!

Take it from here.

I don't know anyone! Can kill me!

I'm not going to say anything!

I don't know anyone! I'm not going to say anything!

Close the door!

Okay, I lied.

He has not yet confessed,

but it will not take, I assure you.

No one can stand this for a long time.

It is foolish to keep quiet.

His notebook is filled with addresses and phone numbers.

If you keep denying, we will have to arrest the entire world,

and they will have the same luck of Dmitri.

You are going to torture?

I don't see another option.

Drop it, that's all.

Oh, is it?

Why would I do that?

How so?

It is the your? Lover?

Not.

But you yourself already said.

He will deliver the whole world. Not going to hold up.

What are you waiting for?

Let's say that...

I decide to accept his proposal

and even so, not the release?

No, it would not be of his own character.

You are a man of his word.

And you is a psychologist

and a manipulative.

I never slept with a countess.

I'll propose the following:

I untie today...

Chelyadintsev,

and you come here tomorrow morning.

That wine you like?

Romanèe-Conti.

The crop of 1919, if possible.

I don't promise anything, but I will bring something special

and from the same crop.

So until tomorrow. -Is well.

By the way...

just out of curiosity:

why an aristocratic Russian if you interested

save jewish children?

I don't know what you are talking about.

By the way,

since we have a meeting tomorrow,

ask them, that I give a soap decent.

Until tomorrow.

You can take it.