Suite Française (2014) - full transcript

It began with a storm in June.

In the days before,
German bombs had fallen

on the outskirts of Paris
for the first time.

Terrified people were fleeing the city
any way they could.

But deep in the countryside
the war still felt far away

and I remained preoccupied

with the one I was already fighting
much closer to home.

Are you not dressed yet?

We'll be late.

Do you really think
we should go out today?

Why ever not?



My mother-in-law,
Madame Angellier,

refused to accept
the prospect of defeat,

even as the first refugees from Paris
started to arrive.

Three years before I'd married
her precious son at my father's insistence

and moved to Bussy.

With Gaston away fighting, she felt
I should learn how to run his properties.

So every month we visited our tenants,

on a Sunday because Madame knew
the farmers would be home.

Don't make any noise.
That way you see how they really live.

She liked to catch them out.

I hated every minute of it.

Have you heard anything
from your son?

No, not for over a week.
And you?

No, nothing from either of our boys.



- People say Paris is going to fall.
- People say a lot of things.

Lucile?

Madame, it's...

It's a big farm.

And it's been difficult
without my brothers.

We'll put what they owe us
down to next month.

If I make any exceptions,

then Gaston wouldn't have
a home of his own to return to,

and then what would
he have been fighting for?

Come along, Lucile.

Good morning.

They don't want to pay the rent
but they don't think twice

about buying silk stockings
for that daughter of theirs.

Did you see?

I know it seems harsh,
but if you show them any weakness,

they'll bleed you dry.

When Gaston comes home,
he'll see he has a wife

who knows what it is
to be a land...

Stop! Stop the car!

- We should turn back.
- No.

We've got potatoes to buy
and four more rents to collect.

Madman.

The sack looks heavy.

He can manage.

- How much do we owe you?
- Four francs.

Thank you.

There are more cars on the road,
from Paris.

My father always said,

"If you want to see what people
are truly made of, you start a war."

Oh, what is this?

Go and see how long it goes on for.

Keep up.

Keep up.

Excuse me, Madame.

I wouldn't ask for me,
but my wife's very tired.

We've walked all the way from Paris.
Could she rest in your car?

Yes. Yes, yes, of course.

Thanks.

Oh, Lord.

- Are those ours?
- Theirs, always theirs.

Get down!

Anna!

Anna? Anna?

- Thank you.
- Lucile.

We need to get off the road.
Could you take us to the nearest town?

Hey, you!

Get away from my car!

Lucile! Get in the car!

When I tell you to do something,
you damn well do it.

Children.

So this was war.

Paris had suddenly descended on Bussy.

The whole town's been cleaned out.

Women and children escaping the bombs,
looking for food and shelter.

Can I get you some water?

But the enemy had followed them here.

Move, move!

Madame Perrin,
It's Lucile Angellier, Gaston's wife.

Get out of the damn way.
You've got to leave, they're coming.

Fear had seized the town.

Rumors spread that a regiment
was heading to Bussy.

I left only the bare essentials
in Gaston's office.

Madame Angellier would rather
see his things burn

than in the hands
of one of their soldiers.

Brethren of Bussy,

a great tragedy
has befallen our nation.

Millions have fled their homes,
many thousands have lost their lives,

and the fate of a whole generation
of brave young men

still remains unknown.

Only God knows
what's in store for all of us

and the country
that we can no longer call our own.

We must hold firm together.

We must put aside anything
that will divide us from our neighbor.

We must unite into one being,
one family under God.

They're here already.

Let us pray.

- Anna, stand up.
- Our Father who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread
and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those
who trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation
and deliver us from evil.

Amen.

Under the authority
and the signature of Maréchal Pétain,

a new constitution
of the French state is signed,

guaranteeing the rights of labour,
of family and of the fatherland.

You are defeated
and we are now in charge.

All firearms must be surrendered

to German headquarters
tomorrow morning.

As our Führer writes,

"The sword will become our plough
and from the tears of war..."

- How long will they be here?
- I don't know.

"...the daily bread
of future generations will grow."

But I'm damned
if I'm living by German time.

Those who have been billeted an officer

should return home
and prepare for their arrival.

We don't look at him.
We don't speak to him.

Guten Tag.

Madame.

Madame Angellier,
I'm Oberleutnant Bruno von Falk.

You have been told to expect me?

Madame.

I will try not to inconvenience you.

I only require a room
and somewhere to work.

Excuse me.

I hope you don't mind,
but I can't be late.

Er...

They didn't say anything about a dog.

May the Lord bless
these gifts we are about to receive.

May he bless those who are unable
to share his bounty with us.

Guide them from danger,
keep them safe.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Madame.

May I kindly request the key
to the piano and the desk?

I give you my word that they will be treated
with the utmost care.

Marthe will give you the key.

Good evening.

He'll be playing "Deutschland Über Alles"
before we know it.

Did you find somewhere to stay?

Yes, thank you.

Have you seen this one?

We have to take German money.
We can't go out after nine.

And God help you if you're found
listening to De Gaulle on the radio.

Have you got anyone?

- An officer.
- Oh.

That's the price you pay for having
the best house in the village, I suppose.

And you?

Hm... nobody.

The only benefit of having the worst.

Why does she look at me like that?

You don't know?

Your mother-in-law moved her
and her parents into a barn.

Then she put a refugee from Paris
into their home and doubled the rent.

Nächste.

Name, occupation, address?

Benoit Labarie, farmer,
the Montmort estate.

Nächste.

Name, occupation, address?

- Viscountess.
- Benoit.

- Viscount.
- Excuse me.

Your wife and children were
in church yesterday. Where were you?

Working, not that you'd know
anything about that.

Benoit, please be careful
what you say to them.

We've been their tenants for generations.
They never give us anything but grief.

Entschuldigung.

- Bitte.
- Danke.

Get inside, girls.

We'll have to get used to it, I'm afraid,
along with everything else.

There had been no men
in our town for so long.

The mothers of French soldiers
looked on with disgust

and begged God to curse them.

Can I help you?

But the young women just looked.

You are beautiful.
What is your name?

Celine.

C-E-L-I-N-E.

Celine, could I have
a word with you, please?

Can I carry those bags for you?

I'm going that way anyway.

You can say, "No, thank you."

Oh, that's not for in here.

You're not going to like this.

If it makes you feel any better,
everybody who can afford to is doing it.

My mother-in-law pretended
we were united in war,

but the well-off continued
to reap their own wheat

and count their own money
and to hell with everyone else.

Others, like Benoit and Madeleine,
wouldn't have hoarded

even if they'd had the chance.

This is for you.

It's just, we have food to spare.

If you know what I mean.

You must miss Gaston,
miss having someone else to talk to.

Mm.

Yes, I do.

Do you write to him?

We don't know where he is.

Well, you should write anyway.
Make you feel better.

Benoit would do anything
to swap places with Gaston,

to have fought like a man.

Really?

Yeah. If you don't believe me,
you can ask him yourself.

Oh.

Ssh...

Ssh... Oh.

- Can we help you?
- Mesdames.

There has been a change of plan.
I have been billeted with you.

I apologise for the inconvenience.

But they said that we were too far
from the village to have anyone.

I was surprised myself.
I was staying at the chateau.

- You're an officer?
- A lieutenant.

But this is just a farmhouse.
The rooms won't be good enough.

- We haven't even got any running water.
- Ssh-ssh-ssh.

You needn't worry about me.

This will do nicely.

Here. Ssh...

This young officer relished his power
to disrupt Benoit and Madeleine's lives,

as if their lives
weren't difficult enough already.

And what about our soldier?

Every night I heard him.

Always the same unfamiliar music.

I was meant to resent him,

yet there was relief in his presence
after months of silence.

Bubi.

Sorry to disturb you.

The dog isn't mine.
We found him in an abandoned village.

At least he's a Frenchman.

May I?

Your house is beautiful, Madame.

It isn't mine.
It's my mother-in-law's.

The piano is yours, I imagine.

And what makes you say that?

I don't believe
your mother-in-law is a music lover.

My father gave that piano to me.

Do you play?

I do.

But Madame doesn't want
any music in the house

until my husband's home to hear it.

Do you mind if I sit?

The piece you keep playing...

- I don't recognize it.
- You wouldn't.

- I've studied music, you know.
- Not this.

You wrote it.

I was a composer before the war,
when I first got married.

- You're married?
- I've been married four years.

And a soldier four years.

She must miss you.

No, not really, not anymore.

Hello?

Schätzchen, come here.

Bubi, here.

- What are you doing here?
- I thought I'd left something.

So you come in without asking?

I can't hear you.

I'm sorry.

- Did you look at any of these?
- No.

- No?
- No, I promise.

Read one.

Out loud.

"To whom it may concern, Monsieur Blanc
is a married father of five children.

"For several months he has had...

"...sexual relations
with a young woman half his age.

"He should be charged
with public indecency."

"Monsieur Dubois is trading food
on the black market.

"Monsieur Acar is a communist,
a liar and a homosexual.

"The refugee at mass
pretends to be a Catholic

"when she really is a dirty Jew."

What are they?

They are from your neighbors.

They were waiting for us
at the town hall when we arrived.

They're gossip.

Nothing more.
They are just people settling old scores.

- Er... they should be burned.
- If I had my way, they would.

My Major has ordered me.

It is my job to read them.
You can go.

I don't know
why you ever married him.

Was it the land?

Your father lost all of his
so he sent you looking for someone else's.

No.

My father was dying.

He wanted to... find me a... good man.

A rich man.

What have I done?

I see everything
that goes on in this house.

Please, he only asked
to go into the garden.

You should have stood up and left.

Do you expect me
to be confined to my bedroom?

- I expect you to be a faithful wife.
- I am.

Then how can you speak,
how can you even breathe,

when you know that your husband
has been hunted down

by these animals?

When I see them,
I want to rip their eyes out.

What's happened?

We've just heard that...

...Gaston's unit is
in a labour camp in Germany.

Your husband is a prisoner of war.

This German is our enemy.
Do you understand?

Yes.

Madame.

I can't talk to you.

I should have believed you.

I think this is why
you came into my room.

I'm sorry.

Remember you're doing
the rents today, Lucile.

Come on, Marthe.
We're going to be late.

I'm going for a swim.

Can you swim?

The Viscount doesn't let the villagers
swim in the lake.

Oh, sorry, I didn't mean...

I meant with your infirmity,
can you...?

What happened?

My horse fell.
My leg was trapped.

Otherwise you would have fought, huh?

Yes, I would.

Nietzsche said
a man is made to be a warrior.

Have you read Nietzsche?

He also said...

...a woman is made
to please the warrior.

His leg, did it happen
before or after you were married?

After.

Beautiful scent.

Perhaps I could buy a bouquet
for my bedroom,

cheer it up a little.

Madeleine... we've got
to bring the animals in.

Hey, a vase by my bed,
if that's no trouble.

It's all there, Madame Angellier.

You'll get double that next-door now.

I learned that piece
when I was young.

My father taught it to me.

- Anna's father taught her too.
- Oh! Is he...?

He and my other daughter
got separated from us.

But, er...

But they'll be joining us soon, hm?

That's enough practice for today.

Why don't you go outside and play?

Stay close to the house.

- She's lovely.
- Thank you.

Danke schön.

I'm sorry.

It's just hard
with them living so close to us.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Was?

Benoit!

Please.

I thought you'd handed in your gun.

I did, the one that was registered.

- People have been killed for less.
- I need it.

Why don't you tell her
why you're here?

The German... in my home,

he's chasing after Madeleine.

The officer that lives here
could put pressure on him.

- I don't speak to him.
- That's not what I've heard.

I'm not here to criticize you.
I just want him moved.

Please.

You have a complaint
about a German soldier?

- I apologise.
- So you'll do something?

I have no influence over him.
We are of equal rank.

So it's one rule for us
and another for them?

That's not what I said.

We lost the war. We don't have
to lose our women as well.

Then perhaps you should have thought
of protecting them earlier, my friend.

Please.

I will try.

But it might only make it worse.

Tell him to leave her in peace.

I won't ask again.

Our regiment could leave at any time.

I couldn't stand to think...
that you hated me.

I don't hate you.

Then invite me for tea.

There's hardly any left.
Your men have taken it all.

Or wine.

I'll talk to Bonnet,

but in return I only ask
that we be decent to one another.

Where's the harm in that?

My mother-in-law
would throw me out.

I've got nowhere else to go.

She has church tonight.
She'll be another half an hour.

Just one drink.

How did you become a soldier?

I'm from a military family.
It was expected of us.

My brothers and I signed up
on the same day.

Your brothers, where are they?

One was killed in Poland.

Another one in Normandy.

The youngest has just left for Africa.

People shouldn't be sacrificed like this.

- I mean none of us.
- I can't think like that.

Questioning only makes things
more difficult.

Do you believe in the war?

Let's say I believe
in the communal spirit.

None of us like to admit it,

but single actions on their own
don't mean anything.

So why is it that whenever I see you
you're always on your own?

When do you see me?

Forget all this for two minutes.
Come on.

Lucile.

Madame is on her way back.
Go into the garden.

Quickly!

I'm supposed
to be the one everyone's afraid of

but she could easily scare
the plague away.

Why are all these lights
left on?

I just wanted to thank you.
You were very kind.

It's been a long time
since I talked to anyone like this.

I thank you.

Gute Nacht.

Lucile!

Well, I suppose
you'll tell everyone now.

Oh, it's all right for you.
All I do is work.

If I didn't have love, I...

I don't care where he was born.

They're human, just like us.

And they didn't throw my family
out of their home. You did that.

That was my mother-in-law.
It's not me.

Open your eyes, Lucile.

Our men are no better than them.
Some of them are much worse.

Ask your officer. He knows.

Ask him what he's read
in those letters.

Ask him what he's read
about your husband.

You need to know.
Everybody else does.

Danke.

How long have you known?

I didn't feel entitled to tell you.

Lucile?

You knew, didn't you?

That your perfect son
has been having an affair

that was going on
before we even met.

You should see
how many of those are about you.

You always say
how much you want a grandchild.

Now you've got one.
Her name's Simone.

You can keep your stupid little secrets.
I couldn't care less.

Can I play you something?

It's very beautiful.

What is it?

I married a man I'd only met twice.

I tried to convince myself
that we were in love.

I might as well have been dead.

It's not possible.

Lucile?

I'm coming.

Madame wants to see you
straight away.

You remember Madame Perrin?

Yes, of course.

What brings you back
from the Free Zone, Madame?

My son died in Normandy
as the Germans advanced.

I've just received permission
to visit his grave.

I'm sorry to hear.

How are things in Lyon?

Bad.

At least you don't have a German
living in your house.

Yes.

I heard about your officer.
He's friendly?

Well, I won't have anything to do
with him, but Lucile does, don't you?

Oh, but that's good.

We had to leave in such a hurry
that certain things were left behind.

The Germans are using our house now.

Could you go there
and get them back?

So this is what it means
to be protected by the German army?

Lucile.

Wait.

Look at me.

What happens in there
is indefensible.

I have nothing in common
with these people.

The only person
I've something in common with...

...is you.

No.

A set of false teeth,
a china dinner service,

household items
of purely sentimental value.

I'd clawed back what crumbs I could
from the enemy.

The air was thick with whispers.

Some saw me as a collaborator.

Others admired my bravery.

But none knew
what I was really feeling.

Most of it is here.

I apologise for any damages.

Well done.

At least you've got the nerve
to stand up to these scum.

Marthe, can you take
these bags upstairs, please?

On Thursday
she's going to visit her sister.

- We'd have the house to ourselves.
- All right.

Come back here.
Come back here!

Benoit Labarie!

So you're the one
who's been stealing from us.

You thief.

What do you expect us to do?
You traitors would see us starve.

How dare you speak to me like that?

I'll speak to you how I like.

I'm not the only one who comes here.

We all do,
and it's only going to get worse.

- Get out of here.
- Chickens.

- Give me my fucking chickens!
- Please...

You'd better pray
your German friends stay a long time,

because the day they leave...

I caught him.

It's Labarie.

- I told you to let it lie.
- He still has a gun.

So does half the town,
including myself.

He tried to shoot me with it.

You need to do something.

Offizier Bonnet?

For three months
we had lived alongside each other.

Now there would be
no more holding back.

Let everyone else fight each other,
hate each other.

Just leave us in peace.

I thought you said you were going
to take the horse in yourself.

What have you done?

Go. I'll distract them.

Boys, quick. Now!

I have a warrant for the arrest
of Benoit Labarie. Where is he?

He's in the field.

I don't know what's wrong
with you farmers.

Always stashing your guns
in the same places.

Come down.

You won't be
in the labour camp for long.

The Viscount begged for leniency.
It's likely to be a year.

Plenty of time
for me to fuck your wife

while you shovel frozen shit
in Buchenwald.

Get off me!

Fuck you.

Stay there. Don't move.

Benoit!

No, no, no!

No. Benoit!

Come here. Ssh, ssh...

Madeleine?

Is your mother-in-law at home?

She's away for the night.
What's happened?

How do you know where he is?

There's an old hunting lodge
in the woods.

No one's offered to take him in?

That's why I'm here.

They let me go
but they're watching me.

If they're watching...

...you shouldn't have come here.

Look, Benoit's a good man.

No one else is going to help him.

He can't move very fast
and they'll hunt him and find him.

And when they do, they'll kill him.
Do you know that?

You're the only one
that can help me now. Please.

I...

Sorry, I... I don't...

I thought you said Madame was away.

Your officer won't be coming, you know.

I passed him in the square.

He's leading the search party
for my husband.

Shame on you!

What was I thinking?

My friends and neighbors
were being hunted like animals

while I was living out a fantasy.

A disgraceful madness.

What are you doing here?

The dogs have got your scent.
Put these on and come with me.

Yesterday an officer
of the German Wehrmacht

was killed by one Benoit Labarie,

a resident on the Montmort estate.

Any person guilty of providing him
with shelter, aid or protection

or who knows his whereabouts
is required to report this information

to German headquarters
within 48 hours of this notice

or they will incur immediate execution
by firing squad.

Oh.

How romantic.

I'm going to have to talk
to his commanding officer.

No, you won't.

- Who knows?
- No one.

- Not even his wife?
- I couldn't risk it.

You should have asked me first.

My grandfather put this here
during the last war.

Get in, quickly.

Don't make a sound.

Why are you doing this?

Seeing him dressed in Gaston's clothes,
it made me think...

...it could be my son.

They're here.

Madame.

We are looking for Benoit Labarie.

Lucile.

Lucile, I couldn't get back.

- No!
- Celine, stop!

Gustav.

We were searching the woods all night.

I know.

Lucile, tell me.
Something's wrong.

I made a mistake.

Where's your daughter?

- Where's your daughter?
- She's with her father.

We'll come back for her.

Have your feelings changed?

Yes.

You're lying.

A wake is being held
for Offizier Bonnet,

but we don't have enough table linen,
so could we borrow some of yours?

It belonged to my mother.

I trust you will return it
in its original state.

Of course.

Anna?

Don't fret, you mustn't.
There's still time.

Somebody might give him up.

- You know, Benoit didn't...
- I know. I know.

You did the right thing.

God can see into our hearts.

I love you.

I love you too.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Feuer!

I had told myself
they're just like us after all,

but they're not.

We're a different species,
irreconcilable, enemies forever.

I won't hide here
till the war's over.

I'm not afraid of dying.
I just want it to be for a reason.

- What can you do?
- I know people, in Paris.

Who?

People who are getting organized,
fighting back.

You'll never get past the checkpoints.
They're everywhere.

What if I take him?

Lucile, you can't do that.

I'm taking you.

What about the travel pass?

I know where you're going,
you fucking German whore.

He's safe.

What are you doing here?

I need a travel pass.

I have to drive to Paris.

One of our tenants needs medicine.
His daughter's very ill.

You heard about the Viscount?

Yes.

You must hate me now.

I would if I were you.

This tenant...

Has he come to the house?

- No.
- That's a shame.

My orderly says he could smell
a different man's tobacco.

He thinks you're hiding someone.

And you?

If I had even the slightest suspicion,

it would be my duty to act on it.

I know that.

I said it was mine,
a gift from my wife.

I'll instruct my orderly
to issue the pass.

Thank you.

We will see each other again.

Not as a soldier.

You won't even recognize me.

Be careful... with your life.

Is it precious to you?

Yes.

It is precious to me.

Jawohl.

This is everything
you'll need.

And, er... Gaston left us this.

Just in case.

Thank you.

Gaston will come back.

I'm sure of it.

Thank you.

Herr Leutnant.

- Guten Tag.
- Hello.

Wohin?

- Where to?
- Paris.

Papers.

Out.

Open.

Schneller!

Get down!

Benoit.

Hold onto me.

Help me.

Open it.

Hardly a word of our true feelings
had ever been spoken.

Not a single word about love.

After the war
I heard that Bruno had died.

But maybe he just disappeared,

like me.

I drove Benoit to a farmhouse
and a week later we made it to Paris.

We fought for what we believed in
and four years later France was free.

Over time I tried to forget
the people I lost,

but the music always
carries me back... to him.