Lacombe Lucien

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June 1944,

during German occupation,

in a small French town

near the Spanish border...

The news is on the radio.

And this ends our programme.

This is the French national radio

...bringing you a speech...

...by Philippe Henriot

on the real enemies of France.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Some of you may listen,

from time to time,

to programmes broadcast

by enemy radio stations.

I'm not criticizing you for this,

but do invite you...

...to reflect on the monotony

of those voices.

Their music is always the same,

from London Algiers,

and it's the music many prefer.

The tone, style and

terminology...

...all carry the same

trade-mark.

The mark of the real enemies

of France.

Capitalists, Jews, Bolsheviks...

...do nothing but repeat

the same issues over and over.

Laval, in their opinion,

is a traitor.

Darlaine is called an agent

of the Gestapo...

...and I... a slave to

German propaganda.

One of these radios,

broadcasting out of London,

from where the deserter

ex-Colonel De Gaulle speaks,

ironically put forward my name

for the "Legion of Honour"...

...as Minister of Propaganda.

I thank them,

but I don't want decorations.

I only want to show you...

...that history isn't written

with jokes of this kind.

- Hello, Lucien!

- Hi!

Eat up.

Don't make me fret.

What the hell are you doing

in my house?

Aren't you Lucien, Teresa's son?

This stuff isn't yours.

It all belongs to my father.

That may well be. Talk to the boss.

He'll explain everything.

What are you doing here, Lucien?

You get up late, nowadays.

It's Sunday.

Why did you get out

your father's gun?

You know that's forbidden.

Here! They gave me a raise

this month.

Thanks!

- Hello, Lucien.

- Good morning, Mr. Laborit.

Your son should let us know

when he's coming.

How long are you staying?

I have 5 days off.

Who are those people?

What are they doing in our house?

They're helping Mr. Laborit

so I had to put them up.

There have been a lot of

changes here.

Someone has to work.

Your father's been taken prisoner,

Joseph has gone underground.

- What?

- He's joined the Resistance.

Just imagine, I've a son

who's playing the hero!

- Do you want to become a priest?

- No, I certainly don't!

They've dressed you up like one!

- Lucien!

- Ave!

Lucien, lift its head!

- That's it! Just a bit more!

- Push it! Like that!

A bit more!

Just a bit more! Come on!

We can make it!

There we are!

Let's go and have a drink.

It was a really good horse.

You'll never find another one

like him!

"And the thunder...

...let out...

...its dull rumble..."

Look who's here!

Come on in, Lucien.

...heard far, far away.

My dear boy,

there's no hope for you.

Look what you've done.

I said "thunder" and

you wrote "thander".

There again, to watch over

sheep, good spelling...

...is not required.

Class is over so

you can go.

What do you want?

This is for you.

Thank you very much.

- Are you here just for this?

- I want to join the Resistance.

Why are you telling me?

You're the leader around here,

everyone knows that.

You're too young.

We already have too many

youths like you.

Anyway, it's a serious matter.

It's not like going poaching.

It means actual fighting,

do you understand?

I don't want to go back

to the rest home.

You should be glad

you have that job.

No.

You can't stay here, Lucien.

Laborit won't allow you to.

- When your father comes back...

- There'll be hell to pay!

Lucien!

Dammit!

This wheel's done for.

Don't you know there a curfew?

Are you mad?

Young man! Are you here to spy?

Move! You've some explaining to do!

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