The Statement

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Pierre Brossard!

Seven.

Seven Jews.

You, get up! Up!

Get him up!

And him. Get up! You!

You. Get up! Get up!

Get him up.

Line against the wall!

Drop your pants!

Get your pants down!

Come on, get your pricks out.

Put your hands down.

-Nice to see you again.

-Afternoon.

-A beer, please.

-Yes.

Thank you.

-Good morning.

-How are you?

Great. Thank you.

-Bye-bye.

-Bye.

-Excuse me, do you have a phone?

-Yes. It's over there.

Thanks.

-Yes?

-I'm in Castillon.

The letter's arrived...

...and so has he, I think.

Did you see who it's addressed to?

Pouliou. The name you said.

Has he collected it?

Not yet, but I'm almost sure

it's the man in the photo.

It's so like him.

Wait.

Hang on.

This is for you.

It's him.

-Thank you.

-You're welcome.

Sorry.

I've broken down.

If you're going to the abbey,

could you give me a lift?

Dear Lord.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

Judge Livi.

-Colonel Roux.

-Oh, thank you, Silvi.

Do you always wear uniform?

Only when I want to impress.

I'm impressed. Sit down.

Know why I asked the army

to take over this investigation?

Just what I've been told.

You don't trust the police...

...because of their collaboration with

the Vichy regime in World War ll.

Rounding up Jews...

...even before the Nazis

asked them to.

That sort of thing.

Yes. That sort of thing.

Now...

...I'll be responsible for the

direction of the investigation--

And I'm supposed

to do as I'm told.

Isn't that correct, judge?

That's correct, colonel.

Why don't we have lunch?

I want to know more about you.

Not much to know.

I'm a soldier.

You a Catholic?

Lapsed.

-Married?

-No.

-You?

-Was.

My mother was Catholic,

my father Jewish.

-What's that make you?

-Agnostic.

Thank you. I'll do it.

In 1 945, Pierre Brossard

is arrested by the police in Paris...

...tried as a collaborator,

and sentenced to death.

A week later he escapes. How?

After all this time,

it's rather difficult to tell.

No, it isn't. He escapes

because they let him.

Then they covered their tracks.

That's what they've all been doing.

I'm the third examining

magistrate appointed.

That's only because of this new law.

Crimes against humanity.

You've heard about this Jewish

group that's looking for Brossard?

No.

Oh, somebody's been using

police wavebands illegally.

You know we monitor them.

Seems there's this Jewish commando

plotting to assassinate Brossard.

-Why wasn't I told this earlier?

-I'm telling you now.

An abbey was mentioned.

The Abbey of St. Cros.

Near Castillon.

I instructed the local police

to make enquiries.

-But they reported nothing suspicious.

-Nothing suspicious.

Brossard is a murderer

who gets a presidential pardon.

How?

Through the Church.

-Thank you.

-Thank you.

The Church may have helped.

But someone else

was behind the pardon.

Someone high up...

...honored...

...respectable.

An old man now.

So?

So the old man also has a past

that needs to be hidden.

Someone still alive...

...was responsible for sending

French Jews to their deaths.

After the war he slipped through the

net, straight back into government...

...and since has operated

at the highest level.

-So who is he?

-I don't know.

But we find Brossard,

we find the old man.

Who's that woman?

A friend.

She's been staring at you

throughout lunch.

It's the first time

she's seen me in uniform.

I've got to go. I've got a meeting

at 3. You get the bill.

-Yes?

-Michael.

Third floor.

Give him the statement.

This must be found on the body.

You'll forget this address

and this meeting.

You'll never mention it, ever.

No problem.

It's in a just cause.

Monsieur Pierre.

I have an appointment.

Shut up!

Commissaire.

-Did you receive your envelope?

-Yes, thank you.

-So why did you come here?

-I was followed today.

A man-- Man tried to kill me.

I had to defend--

Defend myself.

I shot him.

You shot him?

Yes. I put him back in his car.

It's at the bottom of a ravine

near the Abbey de St. Cros.

I found these.

Looks genuine.

I'll keep it and make a proper check.

I spotted him yesterday

as I was leaving the bar.

They seem to know

every move I make.

Who are they?

I don't know.

Don't know.

They could be Jewish activists

or relatives.

I'll look into it.

How would they know there

was a letter for me at the bar?

Nobody knew that, not even

my friends in the Church.

Well....

You were--

You were staying at St. Cros?

Yes.

Does the abbot...

-...or anyone else know about this?

-No.

Good. Good.

Well, keep it that way.

-Yes, commissaire.

-Don't call me commissaire.

I'm retired.

I'm a winegrower now.

So....

Where will you go?

Aix. The Priory at St. Christopher.

St. Christopher is my patron saint.

Are they expecting you?

No, but I'm always welcome.

The prior is a very good friend

of the Chevaliers.

Here, write down the address.

You and your Chevaliers.

Be careful.

You're losing friends.

I know.

Coffee, Henri?

In a moment.

My guest is just leaving.

It was self-defense.

I had no choice.

There was nothing else I could do.

I know.

I'll confess tomorrow.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

I'll go to Caunes now

and see Father Le Moyne.

St. Christopher.

They saw me.

They knew.

Can they point me out?

Can anyone say,

"That's Brossard"?

Look at me!

Get him up!

Get him up!

"He sent us to our graves."

Oh, God.

I'm having a heart attack.

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