Passage to Marseille Page #6
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- 1944
- 109 min
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- You're French? The lot of you?
- Yes, sir.
What's your name?
Renault.
Perhaps these men will now tell us
who they are and where they come from.
Willingly, sir.
They are gold miners from Venezuela.
Three of us, though born in France,
are naturalized Venezuelans.
The other two were born in Venezuela
of French parentage.
I see. Where?
Well, we were working a placer claim
300 miles up a branch of the Orinoco.
Doubtless, you've never been there, sir.
It's deep in the jungle.
You reach it only by canoe.
We heard of the war only two months ago.
- It must be a wilderness, that place.
- Oh, yes, sir. It's terrible.
There's no radio, no settlement,
no civilization within 100 miles.
- How did the news reach you?
- Just by chance, Captain.
You see, there are Indian rubber gatherers
in that region.
Three of them, just coming in
from the coast, stopped at our camp.
Remember?
Well, so we bought a few supplies
from them,
among other things, an axe wrapped in
a Caracas newspaper many months old.
- What paper was that?
- The Caracas Diario.
I even remember the date. November 3.
The first news of the war we heard
told us of a raid
from the Maginot Line in Alsace.
Very odd.
- And you were interested?
- Naturally, sir.
We are Frenchmen, just like yourselves.
- We wanted to go home and... To fight.
- Likely.
- You. What's your name?
- Matrac.
Obviously, you are the leader.
Suppose you tell us?
- I'll speak for my friend.
- Speak when you're spoken to.
Sit down, sit down.
Well? Go on.
We have no leader. We're all equal.
We're a group of free men.
- You. You who wished to speak just now.
- Thank you, sir.
You were incredulous over our attempt
to return to France, and I don't wonder.
Because it was an adventure
that only the deepest feelings
of patriotism could inspire.
All we had, sir, was our little canoe,
together with 200 ounces of gold dust.
Our plan was to sail westward
to where we could catch a boat
for Panama and from there to France.
But we were upset by a huge swell,
and the iron box that contained the gold
and our passports were lost.
We righted the boat and went on,
nevertheless.
From then on, we were lost.
Helpless. No mast, sail gone,
and, mon Commandant,
on my word of honor,
all this happened
three weeks before you sighted us.
You're one
of the naturalized Venezuelans?
- Yes, sir.
- Where was your home there?
- Ciudad Bolvar.
- You at the back there.
So? You didn't catch him.
His accent is perfect.
And you have no papers of any sort?
No proof of identity?
No, sir.
As Marius so truthfully told,
they're all at the bottom of the Orinoco.
I see.
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