White Soldier (2014) - full transcript
A muggy Saigon, late 1945. Stationed at a military camp in French Indochina, two young men--Robert and André--become close friends as they share the boredom and excitement of waiting for their first mission. But when they discover that instead of freeing Indochina from foreign aggressors, they will be fighting natives struggling for independence, their friendship is jeopardized. Andre is shattered, but Robert is unfazed. He'll fight any enemy of France, to the death. While Robert is assigned to lead a commando operation against the Viet Minh, Andre chooses to join the freedom fighters. They've chosen their sides, once friends they must now be enemies. Their paths diverge--until the day they come face to face again. At a detention camp for French prisoners, André spots a prisoner who looks a lot like Robert.
Late 1945,
France sent to Indochina
a task force
composed of young soldiers.
Their mission:
to restore France's power
over the Vietnamese "looters"
and Japanese soldiers,
despite Japan's capitulation.
The soldiers will discover
the reality of the rebellion
lead by Ho chi Minh.
This story is freely based
on true events.
THE WHITE SOLDIER
Gentlemen, the Sten!
A British weapon. Pure trash,
a piece of garbage!
Meaning we are fucked!
Lousy precision.
Range: 80 meters at best.
Whatever you do,
don't fill the charger to the brim
or the thing will get blocked.
If it still gets blocked,
do not panic.
Take the charger out.
To remove the bullet: arm,
disarm.
If it doesn't work,
hit it until the bullet comes out.
The chinks will scare
the shit out of you!
When you face them,
we'll see what you've got
in your pants
and what your hands are made of.
What we teach you here,
you have to stick it in your head
if you don't want to end up
hanging by your balls
on a coconut tree.
And remember:
"Death
"before shame".
Understood?
Yes, chief.
Move it, move it!
Goal! Goal!
Where did the team spirit go?
You're not alone.
Damn, you're not alone. Look up.
They're losing their cool!
It's just a game, guys.
I'm sorry, colonel.
I didn't see you.
It's okay. At ease.
- Is everything alright?
- It's all good.
I'm Sergeant... Sergeant Cariou.
3rd battalion, 4th company.
What is the morale like?
Is it high?
Yes, very.
They want to rip into the Japs,
beat the crap out of them.
- Did you fight against the Germans?
- Sadly, no.
I've only been training
for two months. I'm a rookie.
They needed non-come,
so I was promoted.
If you need people
on the frontline, I'm here.
That's good, Cariou. Keep it up.
We need guys like you.
You have to shoot the targets.
See the Japs?
You won't see them anymore.
Right on the head.
Hey, girls!
The pearls of the East!
Come with us!
- Come closer.
- How much?
- Will this do it?
- Do you have opium?
Alcohol?
- Do you have alcohol?
- Give me that bottle.
How much is it?
To my first casualty.
Look. Japs.
Many of them
are still supporting the looters.
What are they doing?
Why are they here?
Look down, my friend.
You've lost this war.
I heard the Japs cut
heads, hands and feet off
with their sabers.
They don't take prisoners.
It's a disgrace.
- Ah!
- Fuck!
We're rotting in here.
Where the hell
is the general staff?
Who are those?
A pack of monkeys.
What's that gibberish?
Long live Ho chi Minh!
French go home!
There's no problem.
It's alright.
Long live the Revolution!
Robert...
I heard you were in the Resistance.
You must have killed some Krauts...
Actually...
What does it feel like to kill?
Seriously,
even if it's a goddamn Heinie,
it must be weird to kill a man.
The thing is,
Heinies are not men.
But don't worry,
you'll see it for yourself.
My Tho, Mekong Delta
February, 1946
Listen to me.
It's a hostile area.
We'll take no risks.
We'll go straight to the jungle.
Tual, to the right.
Cariou, to the left.
Liognier, you stay with me.
Guys, just shoot ahead.
It's useless to aim.
You won't see them.
- Is that clear?
- Yes, Sergeant!
Sergeant Cariou,
that beach is ours.
I bet you that my boys
will get there first.
We can do this.
The Japs will take it
right in the face.
Want to eat some rice?
Yeah!
Come on!
Let's go!
Forward march!
Straight to the border.
Get down!
Bastards!
Take his gun, goddammit!
Take his gun.
Take his gun now!
Cariou, take his gun.
Take his gun.
Move, move!
Get down, Sergeant!
Deploy!
We watch
and we deploy along the river.
Where the hell are they?
There are boats.
They're gone. They've withdrawn.
They're in that damn jungle.
They shoot us
and then run off like rabbits.
Hey...
Don't ever drop your men.
You're a goddamn sergeant.
There are not 10 soldiers.
We're just one soldier.
One freaking asshole
running under a hail of bullets.
They're hiding in their jungle.
We'll find them.
We'll make them pay.
Lieutenant!
Quoc!
The Japanese didn't shoot us.
They're 6 km away, in a village,
ready to be disarmed.
Come on, let's go.
Come on, come on.
We're watching! Go!
Everybody to the right.
- What is it?
- Japs.
Are they hurt or what?
Drop your weapon. Drop it.
Drop your weapon.
Who's the chief?
Come with me, Quoc.
Drop your weapon.
Drop it now.
You, drop your gun.
What are they doing here?
A ship was supposed
to take them back to Japan,
but it didn't come.
The officer says
they want to go home.
He also wants his men
to be treated well.
Tell him France
is always kind to its prisoners.
We're not barbarians.
What is he doing?
Watch the others!
Michelet, take the weapons.
Radio, with me.
You have to go out.
I'm going to do a little search.
Come on, let's go.
Come on, madam.
You have to go with the others.
Madam!
Come on, you have to leave.
Come on.
He says we're their saviors.
They don't have much
apart from rice and seeds.
He says we have to kill
the Japanese like pigs
and that he can do it.
Alright. How old is he?
He doesn't remember.
Many generations have passed.
Why are there only old men
in his village?
I see women, children,
but I don't see young men.
Where are the men?
Many of them were killed.
Others escaped.
Ask him who are the looters
that are slaughtering colonists.
Where do they come from?
I'm sure he's lying.
I know you're lying. You're
protecting the men of your village.
I want to see the men.
Otherwise, I'll hang him
on a tree like a pig.
Understood?
I'll hang you on a tree like a pig.
Hey, look at me. If I don't see
the men of your village,
I'll empty my charger
on your balls.
I swear to God.
You need to answer..
Some of my men
died today at the beach.
Tual, get your ass over here.
- I found something.
- Wait.
I need to talk to you.
Michelet,
go on with the questioning.
Yes, Lieutenant.
Faster, Tual.
What are those threats?
Those villagers
are feeding looters.
It's only old people
and women here.
- Those who shot us
come from here.
We need the population
to be on our side.
They must understand
we're here to help.
- They'll shoot us from behind.
- That's enough!
- It's an order.
- Yes, sir.
Yes, Cariou?
I found a flag and Vietminh tracts.
- Quoc, translate this.
- Yes, Lieutenant.
Goddammit.
What's this?
It's propaganda, boss. It says:
"come and join Free Vietnam.
"Fight France
and colonialist imperialism."
"Ho chi Minh..."
What the hell is this? Huh?
You don't know the looters?
Are you taking us for fools?
Tell me where they are.
Otherwise,
I'll burn everything down.
Translate that,
so he can understand.
No more messing around.
I don't want anyone of you
supporting those looters.
I'll execute whoever does.
It's St John's Eve!
Come on, hurry up. Burn it down.
We're not there yet.
Pass me the sausages!
What is it?
It smells.
It's the Vietminh.
What did you say?
The Vietminh.
They kill the villagers
who help the French.
What does it say?
"Long Live Uncle Ho".
It's revolting.
We're dealing
with primitive dogs, guys.
Let's keep going.
Come on.
Be careful!
Nobody moves!
Do not walk.
Minefield, Lieutenant.
They let us get in
but not out. Let's turn around.
Don't move!
- Be careful.
- Get up really slowly, guys.
Get up, guys.
We're turning back.
We'll walk in one another's
footsteps. Be careful.
Samuel, you go first.
Lieutenant,
we can't leave him here.
No, no more dead soldiers.
We're turning back.
We can't let them
put his head on a stake.
- Walk in one another's footsteps.
- Fuck!
Look around.
Tual!
What are you doing?
No, Quoc.
What are you doing?
Come, Cariou.
Cariou, you come with me.
Easy.
Follow in your brothers' footsteps
Cariou, you come with me.
Follow my steps.
Are we done?
Come here. Spread your arms.
- Nothing to report.
- We're good.
Hey!
Where are you going?
- Cariou! Where is he going?
- Hey! You have to stop!
For fuck's sake. Hey!
Stop your goddamn boat. Hey!
- Hey!
- Where are you going?
Pull over.
Quoc, take two men.
Don't let them leave.
Come here!
Pull over against the bank.
- Come here.
- We need back-up.
Come down here! We need you!
- Move.
- Move!
You take aim.
Stay here, stay here.
Get the bags out!
The ducks too.
We'll check everything.
Why didn't you stop?
We told you to stop.
What's this?
You're carrying weapons?
Weapons for the rebels?
Quoc, come here.
Ask him what it is.
What? What did he say?
To hunt animal.
"To hunt animal"?
Are you freaking kidding me?
You hunt ducks with this?
There might be more.
It's for the rebels.
Here, take this. come on!
Machetes, Lieutenant.
Get out! come on.
Get down. Get down!
I said get down!
Get down, you bastard.
Understand what I'm saying?
Get down!
Get down!
Look out!
Oh, shit! Fire!
To the border.
Fire!
Get down. Get down.
Goddammit,
we can't let them run away.
Fuck!
Don't move. Don't move.
Don't move.
Are you alone?
Are you alone or not?
This is a rebel?
A half-naked guy with an old gun!
Really? Bring him over.
Same weapons as those
we found on the ship, Lieutenant.
How many men?
Where's your base?
What routes?
Show me on the map.
How many men?
He says what?
He says Ho chi Minh will win...
Screw Ho chi Minh.
They're full of propaganda.
Ask him about the others.
Where are they?
Same nonsense.
Speak!
I'll speak! Untie me!
Okay, alright.
Untie me!
Come on, untie him.
- Come here and untie him.
- Come help him.
Cariou, come here.
Fuck, he cut his tongue out.
What will we do with them?
We can't bring them with us.
And we can't free them either.
They knew the risks.
They're forcing us to make war.
Lieutenant,
can the guys relieve themselves
with the girl?
Are you insane?
Touch her and I'll send you
before the council.
Can I take charge of the execution?
I'd like to know
how it feels to kill a man.
Alright, you do it.
Cariou, go with him.
Release the girl. Release her!
Now?
French soldiers,
liberation soldiers
against the Asian invaders,
don't be the German of the Viets!
Join the Vietnamese people's fight
for their independence
from the colonists.
Desert France...
Samuel, make a fire.
We're going to eat.
We're hungry.
Tomorrow, we have to get
to mount 17.
Here.
The area is infested with Viets,
but they are nowhere.
Lieutenant is lost.
He learnt about war at school.
The people are against us.
He didn't expect peasants
to hide Viets.
The caporal and the others,
were they really
going to rape that girl?
If the Lieutenant had said yes,
would you have agreed with that?
The caporal
seems like a good soldier.
Gun possession,
on the other hand...
She should have been punished.
That's the order.
French soldiers, join the people
in their fight for freedom...
He's resuming his boring speech.
What if he's right?
What if we're like the Heinies?
Our generals
are jerking us around
with their stories about
the Japanese, Vietnamese looters
and their tracts.
Ho chi Minh, Vietminh...
I'd never heard of that.
My brother was tortured to death
by the Heinies,
and I saw everything.
They ripped his eye out.
And they made him drink fuel.
He was throwing up blood.
It's normal to shit in your pants
when you're being shot at.
Do you think I don't shit mine?
However, you cannot let fear
make you doubt.
So, in case you need to hear it,
let me tell you:
we are not like the Heinies.
We're going to stick together.
You, Quoc and I.
We're going to be a team.
Saigon Summer of 1946
Hello.
Can I have a beer, please?
Thank you.
In France,
things were presented to me
in a certain way.
But now, I don't know.
I feel I was lied to.
And then there's that voice
in the jungle...
Some guys with a loudspeaker.
They repeat the same speech
all night long.
We're fighting against peasants.
They don't even wear uniforms.
They're civilians.
It's hard to talk about it.
I can't even talk
to one of my mates.
It's too dangerous.
What do you think?
Do you want independence?
Revolution?
Do you know who Ho chi Minh is?
André,
this is a cousin of mine, Bath.
He works at the Saigon hospital.
It's okay. Hello, André.
Hello.
Can I have a seat?
Yes, of course.
Are you coming from the South?
From...
cholon?
Go cong? My Tho?
You've seen harsh things.
How was that experience for you?
I would like
to introduce you to a friend.
A French who's been living here
for some years now.
I'm sure it would do you good
to share thoughts with him.
Bath! Good evening.
Come in.
Good evening.
- Is Brunel here?
- Yes. He's waiting for you.
Hello. André.
I would like to introduce you
to a friend: André.
- Jacques.
- I'm André. Nice to meet you.
We don't want to subdue you.
We just want to help you.
You know,
I'm not exactly a friend
of the colonists.
I don't like the way they behave.
But France losing Indochina
is just...
I mean...
We've brought many things here.
And you've taken a lot, too.
André, how can you be so naïf?
Even the Americans recognized
the right to self-determination.
I'm here to fight the Japanese.
- I'm discovering the situation.
- Your general staff
are complete warmongers.
They're waiting for the first spark
to take arms.
I work at a school.
I teach French,
the History of France,
the values of the Republic:
liberty, equality, fraternity...
The problem is that
my students are all Vietnamese.
French is not their language
or part of their history.
How would you react
if you were them?
Exactly.
I get the feeling
I'm teaching a huge lie.
We have to get independence
through democratic means.
Military conflicts must be avoided.
Mutual aid and understanding.
What do you want from me?
I'm on the French side.
Are you looking
for soldiers to convert?
You're not really his cousin.
André, you're against imperialism.
You want our people
to gain independence.
Wait on.
I wouldn't phrase it
in such direct terms.
Let's just say it's important
that people with good will,
from both sides,
put heads together
to avoid the worst.
Namely, war.
Here.
I have something for you.
You'll find out
who you're fighting against.
It won't bite you. It's a book.
Is your regiment going to Hanoi?
That's good.
You'll have plenty of time
to read it.
We'll talk about it later.
November 11, 1946.
The French army bombs Haiphong.
6,000 killed. War is imminent.
That's it, guys! Here we go!
We'll give those yellow dwarves
a good thrashing.
France... France...
France belongs to the French!
France...
France belongs to the French!
No, louder.
France belongs to the French!
France belongs to the French!
Yeah, that's right.
Come here, beautiful.
No, no.
Opium? come with me!
No, no...
You see, no more opium...
I've had enough.
You're tired because
of the weapons. I'll be soft.
I can make whatever you like,
- love and war.
- No, no.
Love... War...
Listen to me,
I don't want to make war.
I don't want to.
Come with me. You and I...
are going to boom-boom.
No, no. Exactly, boom-boom...
Boom-boom is in my head.
In my head.
With all their shit,
I don't want to celebrate war.
Come upstairs.
I will take care of you.
Come.
- No.
- Come.
Come, come.
Come.
We're going to the front.
We're going where it burns.
Right?
Are you drunk or what?
Come on, Sergeant.
Help yourself.
The Tonkin girls
are here to bless us.
Camp near Hanoi January, 1947
Go, go, go!
Go, go! Right to the line!
Come on, climb. Hurry up.
I grab the throat and the nose.
He makes no noise.
In just one movement,
I cut the throat and the carotid.
We get down to the ground.
Still no noise.
I stab him in the heart
and wait until he dies.
- Is that clear?
- Yes, chief!
Quoc, Cariou! In pairs.
We're going to get
really close to the enemy
in a Vietminh zone,
where they don't expect us.
Be careful...
Those guys are like
wild animals in the jungle.
They can see in the dark.
They're able to spend hours
without moving,
without even breathing.
They're silent as shadows.
We'll be like them.
Our name: "the Black commando".
We're going to proceed at night.
Quoc will teach us
how the Viets communicate.
Attention!
- Colonel...
- Tual.
This is Sergeant Cariou.
I remember you.
I'm glad to see you here.
- And Sergeant Quoc.
- I salute you, sir.
Is everything alright?
- Have the men we need?
- We will.
I want you to spread confusion
as far as possible
beyond the enemy lines.
Hit-and-run raids, sabotage,
targeted destruction.
There's something else.
Another mission.
Concurrently
with our protection actions,
we have to reassure
and gain them over.
I want you and your commando
to spread terror.
The Vietminh forces
the population to collaborate.
Either they join up,
or they kill them.
We're going to do the same.
This time around,
no mercy, no quarter.
We have to strike their minds.
Be implacable.
The villagers must tremble
at the thought of betraying us.
We will terrorize
and get rid of civilians.
That's where the Vietminh hides.
You won't have to answer
to anyone but me.
Regarding the modus operandi
in the field,
needless to say,
you have free rein.
There are some weak people
within the general staff
who are blind
and refuse to take action.
That's criminal.
This is not a classic war.
Those little monkeys
who we thought were subjugated
and submitted to the colonists,
are now revolting.
We're leaving.
We're dealing with people
who are willing to die
for the revolutionary mash
they've been forced to eat.
We'll leave Hanoi in three days.
That's when your job will start.
Alright, guys?
Yes, colonel.
Colonel.
If you tell a Vietminh
to cut a head off,
he'll do it.
Because it's an order.
No questions asked.
No matter if it's the head
of an innocent or even his own.
No mercy,
no guilt...
Their ideology comes first.
They can give their life for it.
They know how to fight
the enemy, chief.
But the Vietminh's true strength
is their mind.
Why are you with us, Quoc?
I want Vietnam to be independent.
But I'm a christian.
And the Vietminh
prohibits my religion.
The colonists treat us like dogs.
But communists
kill my God.
Tonkin Spring of 1947
No Vietminh.
They might get here
during the night.
Don't move. We'll wait here.
They'll give us the chance
of making
the Black Commando known.
We'll take no prisoners.
How do you say Black commando?
Write it down.
He says the Vietminh
makes him fight.
He has nothing
against the French.
The Vietminh killed his brothers
for the revolution.
Don't believe him, sir.
He's a Vietminh.
Wait. Tell him...
If you speak, you'll save your skin.
Understood?
Show us your tracks,
take us to your base
and I'll let you go, I promise.
Are you a Vietminh, yes or no?
Do you know Chi Minh?
The Vietminh will kill him.
He wants us to do it.
What's the truth
in this heap of shit?
Will you speak?
Will you speak, son of a bitch?
Prove what you're saying
or I'll kill you.
Do you understand?
I will shoot you.
He's just a peasant.
Goddammit! Speak, you fucker!
Speak!
Freaking shit!
I will spare your life
because I want you to let
the people around you know
about the existence
of the Black Commando.
The Commando acts
just like the Vietminh.
We'll show no mercy
for the enemy
and its supporters:
men, women...
No prisoners.
We'll put a bullet in the head
of every Vietnamese
who helps the Vietminh
and doesn't spontaneously cooperate
with the French army.
Tell your friends we're here.
Now go.
Go!
Go!
We have to become
their worst nightmare.
They have to shit their pants
upon hearing our name.
I want suicidal missions
and I want us to win.
They have to think
we're indestructible.
See the Lung Chen mountain,
their supposedly impregnable HQ?
I want that mountain.
I don't want soldiers.
I want killers.
You, Quoc and I.
Alright?
Alright.
Village of Tay, Northern Tonkin
Fall, 1947
Hey, guys, we did it!
We've won the war!
The Commando's burning the gods.
Congratulations, guys.
We have lots of surprises for them.
That one's for me.
It's a wild boar.
We'll take it to the barracks.
Hey, look!
The mini god's clearing off.
Hey! I can't believe that moron.
Sergeant! Sergeant!
The old guy cut his finger off.
Lang Son Hill, Tonkin Early 1948
All together!
They're shooting rockets now.
They're too many.
Hold the line!
Damn it, hold the line!
School's over.
You have to hold the line!
Get back to your position.
Get back to your position.
We're going to die, sir!
Everybody, charge!
An eye for an eye!
Cariou's photos.
Do you want to send these
or should I do it?
Put it with the rest.
I'll write a letter to his parents.
You'll send it too.
We should have found the body.
I trained him.
I know his worth.
He was with us
when we opened fire in that hill.
I'll mention his case.
Maybe he was wounded.
He hid somewhere.
He must have died there.
Deserter! French! Ho Chi Minh.
Ho Chi Minh.
Deserter! Deserter!
Show me your papers!
What's your regiment?
Papers, papers!
6th Colonial Infantry Division.
Sergeant Cariou.
Prisoner. Deserter.
He speaks Vietnamese.
You must write the report.
Salt on your tongue
for one minute, every morning.
This is for the light.
This is for toilette.
Wait here. Do not go out.
Why do you want to join us?
I can't stand
what the French are doing here.
And I don't want to kill
men and women who...
are fighting for legitimate ideas.
What ideas? Are you a communist?
You have the right to be free.
You want us to be independent,
to win the war,
to throw the French out?
You want that with us?
Since I got here,
I've read things,
I've asked myself questions.
If you don't ask yourself questions,
you lose your mind.
Do you know
what the Vietminh is?
Yes.
Are you sure you're ready
to kill French soldiers?
I'm not at war with France.
My whole family's there.
But I can't stand
what the army makes us do here.
6th Infantry Division.
You're a traitor to France.
If you get back to them,
you'll be executed.
I'm ready to do anything,
I can give you information,
but I can't kill anymore.
What did you do
when you fought the Germans?
I didn't fight that war.
Are you sure
there's nothing else?
Maybe you're an infantry sergeant
on a special mission?
We'll do some research about you.
If you're a traitor,
we'll kill you.
Stalin is like Uncle Ho
in the Soviet Union,
which has become a great country.
Its new revolutionary system
is so good,
that the Russian production
is increasing.
The car production,
nonexistent before the revolution,
is so efficient that a worker
can buy himself a limousine
for the price of 30 chickens.
Now that you know
what communism brings,
like growth and happiness
to the people,
it is your turn to show
what you can bring
to the revolution.
You'll take part in every party,
you'll talk to the people
as a good communist comrade.
You'll say
you want Vietnam to be free.
Give some details...
The blood, the massacres
of villagers,
the raped women...
It's not all of the army.
Not all of them are like that.
You're here to strike our minds.
I want you to give the people
strong images.
We want to introduce you
as a friend,
a friend of our cause,
a friend of our people,
a friend of liberty and revolution.
André.
André!
Umm...
I first arrived here...
thinking that France
was a defender of fraternal values.
I thought it cherished the idea
that the peoples could live together
as friends, in freedom.
But I soon realized
that all that
was a bunch of lies.
They lied to me.
France lies to its soldiers.
The general staff
and the government are hypocrites.
They don't say the truth.
The truth...
The truth...
is that France
is an imperialist country.
The truth...
The truth is that France
is conducting a dirty war.
That's the truth. Thank you.
Thank you, comrades.
At least, he'll be born
in a free country, to a nice family.
He'll be born in a free country
but not to a nice family.
His father died
on the battlefield.
What are you going
to name your baby?
Mung Bao.
"Mung Bao"?
What does it mean in French?
Why in French?
You'll have to learn our language
without resorting to French.
"Mung Bao" if it's a boy.
I want this baby to be a boy.
Even in the free country
that Uncle Ho promises us,
it will always be easier for boys.
Are you ready to kill the French?
This war has to stop.
And I'm willing to fight for that.
The French must go back home
and grant freedom
to this country.
The Vietminh welcome their allies
with open arms.
I won't lie to you.
For me, a man who betrayed once
can always betray twice.
I expect more from you.
I want you to prove me
your adherence to our cause.
Tonkin - Fall 1948
French soldiers,
this is a former
French soldier speaking.
A deserter who chose
the camp of freedom.
This war is not yours.
Cariou, is that you?
Shut up, you nasty traitor!
Fuck you and your damn speaker!
Lay down your weapons.
Don't be like the Heinies.
It's him, sir.
We didn't hear him before.
They're stopping.
Wait for the signal.
Attack! Kill them all!
You, French boy. Come here.
Come here!
Interrogate.
How many men on the track?
Regiments!
Who are you waiting for?
What troop? What company?
Come on, speak. Speak!
Interrogate!
Who are you waiting for?
Who are you waiting for?
How many troops?
What's your regiment?
Why are you clearing
the land of mines?
Fuck, are you going to talk?
Kill that dog.
If you're a communist,
kill the French man. Prove it!
It's an order.
He's not a prisoner. Kill him!
Sir! This one's alive.
Nurse!
Water.
He's seriously injured.
There was...
A guy...
A French guy.
An ex-sergeant.
I had seen him in Saigon.
He shot my lieutenant down.
It has to be him, sir.
Bac Kan is a priority target.
We have to take over that location.
General Nguyen Binh Command Post
Northern Tonkin, winter 1948
All our forces
will be gathered there.
Comrade Ky
will be in charge of the attack.
I already know who you are
and how you're fighting with us.
It's an honor, General.
I want you to take part
in the Bac Kan attack.
Thanks to you,
dozens of Vietminh lives
will be saved.
Comrade Mung Bao,
I want you to spare my men
from massacre.
Look.
Ky will launch a massive attack
on the north side of Bac Kan.
I want you to intervene
on the south side.
You will wear a French uniform.
What's this uniform?
Is this blood?
No problem.
I will wash it and fix the holes.
Try it on...
It's very good.
André, this is Phong.
He's with us.
Hi, André. I'm Phong.
Formerly known as Hans.
Hey. Are you German?
5th Foreign Infantry Regiment.
I joined up six months ago.
Captain? Major?
- Captain.
- Captain.
You're a captain.
Put it on the buttonhole!
I can't wear this.
There was a dead man inside.
You'll save our soldiers.
Besides, the General
doesn't give you a choice.
Fire!
Bac Kan fort - Northern Tonkin
Early 1949
Plus twelve degrees!
Ready!
Fire!
Steady. Wait for the signal.
Let's go.
Open the door!
Hey! Open the door!
- Come on!
- What are you doing here?
I've lost half of my men.
Open the door.
We're under attack.
We already know that,
you assholes.
- What unit?
- 2nd company, 1st CP. Come down!
Wait, Captain...
It's an order.
Come down!
They're going to massacre us.
Open the door.
Hurry up!
- Open the door, goddammit!
- I don't know
if I can let you in.
Listen to me.
I'm a captain,
so you better shut the fuck up
and open that goddamn door.
Okay, Captain. I'll let you in.
Hurry up.
Piece of shit!
Stinking traitor!
Are you going to be okay?
Put them against the wall!
Quick!
The Vietminh massacre
is about to begin!
Ho Chi Minh shows his support
to those who fight along our lines.
That's what our informants say.
He does it in person, secretly.
This information
has been confirmed.
What do you mean, "secretly"?
Few people come with him.
Just a couple of squads,
at night, without notice...
Indeed, his death will be
devastating for the Vietminh.
Probably lethal.
Too dangerous in Viet area.
We don't move.
Got it.
There's something else, Colonel.
The deserter,
that traitor in a French uniform,
for Ho Chi Minh,
shows that the French
are against the war
and ready to fight
their own army.
"Mung Bao.
"A white soldier is fighting
"for the independence
of the Vietnamese people.
"French soldier deserts".
It didn't take long.
The Vietminh propaganda is using it
already to incite desertion.
Their power play
makes us look like idiots
and demoralizes
our young soldiers.
Lately, there have been
some isolated cases of desertion
that must remain confidential,
of course.
Quoc, I want
that Mung Bao guy dead.
Let's get moving. No hesitation.
We'll pay for the info
that leads to him.
Mung Bao...
It could be Cariou.
I don't know.
It'll be hard to catch him
if he hides in a Vietminh area.
Sir, I think we have something.
It's here, it's here.
Come on, get up!
Shh!
- He's completely wasted.
- On the chair.
Hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
Where's the guy
who told you about Ho Chi Minh?
Wake up! Where is he?
Ask him where that is.
Where? Where?
- A few rooms away.
- Okay.
Tell him to take us.
He's coming with us.
Is it here? Is it here?
Is it here?
Come on, come on. Let's go.
Michelet, he's running away!
I'm on my way!
Go get the drunk guy.
Go!
Damn.
We won't spend the night running.
Are you going to speak?
What village is Ho Chi Minh
supposed to visit?
You're a fucking Vietminh!
What's the village called?
Speak!
What's this?
You have a weapon in your house?
Why do you have pamphlets?
Who gave them to you?
Who are them for?
Hey, these pamphlets...
What are they about? Huh?
They ask you
to prepare an event.
What is it?
Is it Ho Chi Minh?
When is Ho Chi Minh coming?
From where?
I'm talking to you. Answer me!
Answer me!
Where's your village?
Where is it? What is it called?
What's your village called?
- What?
- Mirao.
Mirao. Mirao.
See? It wasn't that complicated!
Quoc, let's go.
We'll settle this on our own.
Screw the hierarchy.
It's quiet.
They're only peasants.
He's screwing with us.
Are you sure this is your village?
It's moving, sir.
Our Uncle is coming!
Everybody hurry up!
That's Ho Chi Minh.
There's Cariou.
What are they doing?
He's getting out?
Is he leaving or what?
They're hiding Ho Chi Minh.
They have tunnels.
Alright.
Six men for the sentries.
Quoc, with me.
We'll go down there
and kill Ho Chi Minh.
Along with Cariou. Okay?
That way, that way.
You, over there.
Where did they go?
Where do these tunnels lead to?
It goes deeper, sir.
Mattei, get inside.
Wait, wait. They've opened fire.
They're firing.
Shh, I can't hear.
Shit, they're throwing grenades.
We have to get out.
Get out!
It's going to be okay, Robert.
You were in a very bad shape.
You're a goddamn miracle man.
Your men weren't as lucky.
- Who found me?
- Quoc.
Is he alive?
He's injured,
but he'll make it. Don't worry.
You sure got screwed over.
Why the hell
did you enter that tunnel?
The real Ho Chi Minh
never left his hideout.
It was a trap...
A set-up planned by Cariou.
As soon as you get better,
you'll return to France.
Your game is over, son.
You'll get an extra medal
and we'll find you a nice job.
It's going to be alright.
Out of the question.
Your pelvis and your legs
are screwed. Do you understand?
It's over.
It's over.
Hanoi November, 1949
Chief...
Just like yours.
And I have new stripes.
No, don't get up.
- I will be ready soon.
- Okay.
I was...
I was designated at random.
Me and ten other men.
We were all evacuated.
Evacuated. I don't know why.
They wanted us
to tell what we had seen.
But the others
were taken to the camps,
to the North...
near the Chinese border.
Half of the people die
before even getting there,
and the other half just rot...
or starve to death.
A White is in charge
of those camps, a French man.
He writes the propaganda,
I've been told.
Is there any chance
to get some opium here?
Please...
I'll find you some.
Here. Easy. Sit up.
Easy...
Shh...
Careful.
Shh...
That white guy...
Do you know anything else?
What is his name?
Shh...
Our posts are going down...
The backup teams
are being crushed.
We're losing the Chinese border,
that's why we're evacuating
Cao Bang and...
withdrawing to the delta.
Problem is, the RC4
has become a real deathtrap.
But they're taking
more and more prisoners.
Not out of mercy.
Killing so many men
would damage those bastard's
international image.
And you insist on coming back.
What do you want?
Another medal? Huh?
What about the cane?
Will you bring it?
You can have it.
Come in!
What did you find out?
Cariou's commando
is wreaking havoc
but he's not
a part of it anymore.
I don't even know
if he's still alive.
Do you think
he's supervising the camps?
Route RC4, near Cao Bang
Northern Tonkin - October, 1950
Sergeant!
Are we almost there?
About 20 more kilometres.
Be careful. It's Viet infested.
You're going
to get yourselves killed, guys.
This evacuation is nonsense.
- Thank you.
- Good luck.
OK, we're good.
He saw
a white man,
but he doesn't know if he's French.
How did he meet that white man?
Where did he hear about him?
He doesn't know.
He would say anything
to be released.
The camps are 100 km
into the Vietminh area.
It could be Cariou
or any other white man.
We're not here for that.
We're not prepared.
We don't have enough men.
Let us go!
We want to fight
with the French soldiers!
The Captain is back.
He would like to see you.
We're expecting a massive attack.
Maybe tomorrow or in two days...
We have zero chance,
but we'll fight to the end.
In the meantime,
let's try to pick up
the guys coming from Cao Bang.
The orders are preposterous.
It's truly a mess.
Listen, if you want
to find Colonel Bertrand,
get in touch
with what's left of the 8th RTM.
They're looking for his battalion,
if it still exists.
The Black Tiger returns.
I'm pleased to meet a guy like you,
a living legend.
We made a mistake.
We were wrong.
Since the beginning.
We humiliated them.
Even if it's bullshit,
Uncle Ho lied to them
a lot better than us.
That's why today
nothing, and I mean nothing,
will ever stop them.
Get out! Get out!
Where are they?
Any injured?
Chief!
You have to take cover, sir!
- Alright?
- They got Quoc.
We have two injured.
We need to go to That Khé.
Without Quoc, we won't survive.
I want two men for Quoc.
Take his legs.
Two injured.
- Take them to the truck.
- Come on, come on!
Take him to the truck.
Prisoner!
Prisoner!
No more war!
No more war!
Leave. Don't stay.
Go die somewhere else.
Nasty French soldier.
OK. OK.
Get out of here!
Come on!
Prisoner.
Prisoner.
Plain soldier.
I don't want to make war.
Are you thirsty?
Do you have family?
Dad, mom, brother, sister?
Brother, yes.
Do you think about him?
You must not lose hope.
You're coming with us.
Stéphane Peragi,
shack number 7.
Jean-Yves Bordier,
shack number 5.
Dominique Hermant,
shack number 9.
David
Mermite,
shack number 5.
Victor Laurentis,
shack number 3.
You have to express,
according to your own conviction,
with moving, sincere words,
the reasons that prompt you
to ask the French government
for the cease of fire,
and the withdrawal of the imperialist
forces from Vietnam.
The five best letters
will be sent to the French embassy,
to L'Humanité and to your families.
That might make them known.
The authors will gain points
for their future release.
He who writes the worst letter
will spend two days in the cage.
Professor, let me tell you something:
Go to hell. The release
is never going to happen.
Pascal, you've been a prisoner
for a couple of months
and you're already losing hope.
We've been subjugated
by your people for several decades
and not once have we lost hope
of regaining our freedom.
You'll write that letter
with all your heart
to keep the flame of freedom alive.
Black Tiger, welcome to hell
Shack number 3.
Laurentis, on the side.
Shack number 5.
Arnaud!
Shack number 9.
Oh, shit.
Lieutenant.
What are you doing here?
I'll bring you some water. OK?
Here.
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Rice duty.
Line up.
Martin! Saul!
Orlando!
The others, bury the dead.
Line up.
Yes.
I think we saw him once.
Apparently, he manages several camps.
He interrogates the prisoners.
He looks for information.
I don't know exactly what he does.
He has a rank among the Viets.
If it is him, he goes by a Viet name.
This guy has a baby face.
Tell the camp chief who I really am.
Tell him that...
you want to earn points
for your release.
Turn me in.
I'm not a snitch.
Ask Marcellin and Henzel,
the two informers of the camp.
They'll leak it to the Viets.
That's good.
Make sure they do the job.
Whisper to their ears.
I'll keep on telling I'm Laurentis.
You will support me.
I want to make
the camp chief doubt.
He'll bring the only man
who can identify me: the Frenchman.
What if it's not him?
What if it's not
the man you're looking for?
I want to see him first.
Come on, get back to work.
Oh, shit.
It's lieutenant Delappe.
- Laurentis!
- Yes, sir!
Come with us, now.
- Why, sir?
- Do not argue.
Stop what you're doing. Come.
Sit down.
Why is there no photo
on your card?
I don't know.
I can't hear you!
I don't know. It must have...
It must have fallen off
during the combat.
Tell me your name,
rank and military responsibilities.
Victor Laurentis,
corporal, 3rd CPG.
Look at me!
I want to know your name,
rank and military responsibilities.
Victor Laurentis,
corporal, 3rd CPG.
Look at me.
Your name,
your rank,
and your military responsibilities.
Victor Laurentis.
He's the Black Tiger.
That's the rumour going around.
And we all know what he did
against the Vietnamese.
It's not because he's French
that we're not going
to condemn a killer.
So let's act as good communists
and get rid of those
who took advantage of this war
to lend themselves
to their most basic instincts.
I've heard the prisoners
say something different.
Laurentis looks like the Black Tiger,
but it's not actually him.
I agree with Henzel.
We should condemn
the real Black Tiger,
but not an innocent.
I don't think Laurentis
is the Black Tiger.
I saw him once, in person.
He looks like him.
But in my opinion, it's not him.
Listen to me carefully.
As long as we're not sure...
about his real identity,
the whole camp will be punished.
No more food.
Some of you are too weak.
They will die.
And it will be the fault
of each and every one of you.
You're not a common soldier
for the Vietminh.
You're not an ordinary prisoner.
You're a killer.
You leave dead soldiers in your path.
It seems you trick them
by wearing the French uniform.
I'm not a part of any commando.
I just make the prisoners
join the Vietminh cause.
Is that what you do now?
You lecture people?
You're a head teacher?
Do you realize
the situation you're in?
They want you dead.
Listen to me.
Trying to convert you
would be useless.
I want you to save your men.
You're the Black Tiger,
a symbol of courage and heroism
for the French army.
I want you to ask
for the cease of fire.
If you do, I'll release
all of the prisoners.
They'll go back home,
to their families.
But not you. The truth is,
I will keep you here
until your army withdraws.
If you - the Black Tiger -
give up this war,
I know your decision
will have an impact
on the French opinion.
And no one will ever imagine
that you lie to save your skin,
that the Black Tiger's a traitor.
Peace must be your next battle.
Help us obtain it.
Are you kidding me?
The mayhem has just started.
You know it very well.
Hey!
Your buddies, Mao, Stalin,
they're eating up the world.
There's no peace in this story.
What are you talking about?
So tell your bosses...
The ones who want
to execute me for my crimes
without a process...
Tell them I did
the same things that I saw
in their jungle - your jungle.
Your ideological conversion
- even if it's fake, I don't care -
will be the only condition
for the release of all the prisoners.
You want the Black Tiger
to become a Red Tiger.
You're going to make me sign papers.
You'll display me in front of your
villagers as if I was a circus freak.
You're brother was a soldier too.
You're both patriots.
The difference is, he was a partisan.
You're an invader.
Sit down.
Sit down!
I'm worth more alive than dead.
How are we going
to eliminate him?
You know the prisoners well.
Ask them to join us.
They must be reliable
and ready to fight.
Alright.
Listen to me.
The weapons are in the chief's desk,
in the back.
His assistant has the keys.
He'll be our first victim.
We need to figure out
how to open the window.
Let's say we eliminate him.
What are we going to do next?
We go back home.
I'll take the Black Commando
to Hanoi.
The jungle is Viet-infested
before getting to the French zone.
I'm not saying we'll succeed.
We'll just fight to the end.
That's all.
Go, go.
Come back.
Tual, come here for a second.
Have you thought about it?
I'm not like you.
Betraying is not easy for me.
- I need some time.
- It's not just about you.
Have you talked to the others?
Honestly, most of them
would spit on my face.
Those men have fought.
They've seen their friends die.
You deserted like a coward.
You used the occasion
to run off like a dog.
And now you're stuck with the Viets.
You can't go back to France.
You'll do whatever it takes
to save your skin.
You know, I searched for you
after the combat.
I looked for you.
I really hoped we would find you.
What we were asked to do...
it was unthinkable.
But I did it
because it was our mission.
I didn't enlist to become a man.
I enrolled to make war,
and to win it.
You asked me
what it was like to kill a man.
Now that you kill hundreds of them,
you know it better than me.
I should ask you...
what you're doing here.
You say
you awaken
a new conscience within us.
You want us to betray ourselves.
Otherwise, we'll die.
Is that your idea
of a more free, fair world?
What you're doing here
is disgusting.
You're not a honourable man.
I'll tell you the truth.
I hate
the man I used to be.
What you made me become.
A war dog at his master's feet.
I lost my mind, Robert.
I was alone.
I had no one to talk to.
Especially not those privates
who fuck the same whore.
Because I was not a canon fodder.
I'm not a child of the fatherland
who falls for anything,
who can be fooled.
The Vietminh allowed me...
to become a real soldier.
I learned to accept
the horrors of war.
But I also chose
the reason of my combat.
Unlike yourself,
I no longer fight to win the war...
I fight for it to end
as soon as possible.
I fight to bring peace
to this country.
What's behind that door?
That's where we store
our ammunitions and weapons.
Put him in the cage.
Sit down.
I've offered a deal
to the Black Tiger.
His surrender and collaboration
with the Vietminh
in exchange for your release.
Every one of you.
You'll go back to France.
You're going to disown him.
I want him to feel
you're very much against him.
I want you to think of those
who are waiting for you.
You can't demand that.
I'm not...
I can listen to all
your political nonsense,
but not this.
I didn't ask for your opinion.
If you disobey, I'll kill you.
Here.
Easy, easy.
How many men are with us?
How many men are with us?
They guys are too weak.
They think it's a losing battle.
We agree.
It seems he offered you
to release us all.
I'll tell him
that I accept his deal.
He'll get me out of here.
They will believe they've won.
We'll take advantage of it.
We'll attack the storeroom.
The weapons...
That letter...
That letter to the government,
maybe what he says is true.
The Black Tiger
could shake France up...
Lay off me.
We might not support you.
- No...
- We have to collaborate.
Saving human lives
is not a dishonour.
A prisoner died this morning.
There's nothing I could do.
Apart from staying at his side.
His last words were:
"May the Black Tiger release us".
I've been thinking
about how you see yourself,
about the Black Tiger.
The Black Tiger
can become your prison,
like this cage.
Where's the man I knew? The man
who was ready to give up his life
to save a dying soldier?
The soldiers have lost
their morale and their hope.
You have to rescue them
from this hell.
I was injured.
I was badly wounded.
I need to walk a little
so the blood can circulate.
Take me out of here.
I'll just make a few steps.
It smells like shit.
It stinks. I want to breathe.
I need to walk.
Oh, my friend.
My dear friend.
We got ourselves into deep shit
by making this war.
You'll soon be free.
You and I are going to be at peace.
Yes, I know...
The Black Tiger...
You'll finally be in peace.
You would have wanted
to get out of this jungle, too.
The irony of this is that...
I'm the only one
who can get us out of here.
There's something
you should know.
I came here for you...
to find you.
To eliminate the son of a bitch
who runs this camp
and kills my men.
You have to fight
to the end, Sergeant.
Fight to the end.
THE WHITE SOLDIER
Subtitles: Eclair Media
France sent to Indochina
a task force
composed of young soldiers.
Their mission:
to restore France's power
over the Vietnamese "looters"
and Japanese soldiers,
despite Japan's capitulation.
The soldiers will discover
the reality of the rebellion
lead by Ho chi Minh.
This story is freely based
on true events.
THE WHITE SOLDIER
Gentlemen, the Sten!
A British weapon. Pure trash,
a piece of garbage!
Meaning we are fucked!
Lousy precision.
Range: 80 meters at best.
Whatever you do,
don't fill the charger to the brim
or the thing will get blocked.
If it still gets blocked,
do not panic.
Take the charger out.
To remove the bullet: arm,
disarm.
If it doesn't work,
hit it until the bullet comes out.
The chinks will scare
the shit out of you!
When you face them,
we'll see what you've got
in your pants
and what your hands are made of.
What we teach you here,
you have to stick it in your head
if you don't want to end up
hanging by your balls
on a coconut tree.
And remember:
"Death
"before shame".
Understood?
Yes, chief.
Move it, move it!
Goal! Goal!
Where did the team spirit go?
You're not alone.
Damn, you're not alone. Look up.
They're losing their cool!
It's just a game, guys.
I'm sorry, colonel.
I didn't see you.
It's okay. At ease.
- Is everything alright?
- It's all good.
I'm Sergeant... Sergeant Cariou.
3rd battalion, 4th company.
What is the morale like?
Is it high?
Yes, very.
They want to rip into the Japs,
beat the crap out of them.
- Did you fight against the Germans?
- Sadly, no.
I've only been training
for two months. I'm a rookie.
They needed non-come,
so I was promoted.
If you need people
on the frontline, I'm here.
That's good, Cariou. Keep it up.
We need guys like you.
You have to shoot the targets.
See the Japs?
You won't see them anymore.
Right on the head.
Hey, girls!
The pearls of the East!
Come with us!
- Come closer.
- How much?
- Will this do it?
- Do you have opium?
Alcohol?
- Do you have alcohol?
- Give me that bottle.
How much is it?
To my first casualty.
Look. Japs.
Many of them
are still supporting the looters.
What are they doing?
Why are they here?
Look down, my friend.
You've lost this war.
I heard the Japs cut
heads, hands and feet off
with their sabers.
They don't take prisoners.
It's a disgrace.
- Ah!
- Fuck!
We're rotting in here.
Where the hell
is the general staff?
Who are those?
A pack of monkeys.
What's that gibberish?
Long live Ho chi Minh!
French go home!
There's no problem.
It's alright.
Long live the Revolution!
Robert...
I heard you were in the Resistance.
You must have killed some Krauts...
Actually...
What does it feel like to kill?
Seriously,
even if it's a goddamn Heinie,
it must be weird to kill a man.
The thing is,
Heinies are not men.
But don't worry,
you'll see it for yourself.
My Tho, Mekong Delta
February, 1946
Listen to me.
It's a hostile area.
We'll take no risks.
We'll go straight to the jungle.
Tual, to the right.
Cariou, to the left.
Liognier, you stay with me.
Guys, just shoot ahead.
It's useless to aim.
You won't see them.
- Is that clear?
- Yes, Sergeant!
Sergeant Cariou,
that beach is ours.
I bet you that my boys
will get there first.
We can do this.
The Japs will take it
right in the face.
Want to eat some rice?
Yeah!
Come on!
Let's go!
Forward march!
Straight to the border.
Get down!
Bastards!
Take his gun, goddammit!
Take his gun.
Take his gun now!
Cariou, take his gun.
Take his gun.
Move, move!
Get down, Sergeant!
Deploy!
We watch
and we deploy along the river.
Where the hell are they?
There are boats.
They're gone. They've withdrawn.
They're in that damn jungle.
They shoot us
and then run off like rabbits.
Hey...
Don't ever drop your men.
You're a goddamn sergeant.
There are not 10 soldiers.
We're just one soldier.
One freaking asshole
running under a hail of bullets.
They're hiding in their jungle.
We'll find them.
We'll make them pay.
Lieutenant!
Quoc!
The Japanese didn't shoot us.
They're 6 km away, in a village,
ready to be disarmed.
Come on, let's go.
Come on, come on.
We're watching! Go!
Everybody to the right.
- What is it?
- Japs.
Are they hurt or what?
Drop your weapon. Drop it.
Drop your weapon.
Who's the chief?
Come with me, Quoc.
Drop your weapon.
Drop it now.
You, drop your gun.
What are they doing here?
A ship was supposed
to take them back to Japan,
but it didn't come.
The officer says
they want to go home.
He also wants his men
to be treated well.
Tell him France
is always kind to its prisoners.
We're not barbarians.
What is he doing?
Watch the others!
Michelet, take the weapons.
Radio, with me.
You have to go out.
I'm going to do a little search.
Come on, let's go.
Come on, madam.
You have to go with the others.
Madam!
Come on, you have to leave.
Come on.
He says we're their saviors.
They don't have much
apart from rice and seeds.
He says we have to kill
the Japanese like pigs
and that he can do it.
Alright. How old is he?
He doesn't remember.
Many generations have passed.
Why are there only old men
in his village?
I see women, children,
but I don't see young men.
Where are the men?
Many of them were killed.
Others escaped.
Ask him who are the looters
that are slaughtering colonists.
Where do they come from?
I'm sure he's lying.
I know you're lying. You're
protecting the men of your village.
I want to see the men.
Otherwise, I'll hang him
on a tree like a pig.
Understood?
I'll hang you on a tree like a pig.
Hey, look at me. If I don't see
the men of your village,
I'll empty my charger
on your balls.
I swear to God.
You need to answer..
Some of my men
died today at the beach.
Tual, get your ass over here.
- I found something.
- Wait.
I need to talk to you.
Michelet,
go on with the questioning.
Yes, Lieutenant.
Faster, Tual.
What are those threats?
Those villagers
are feeding looters.
It's only old people
and women here.
- Those who shot us
come from here.
We need the population
to be on our side.
They must understand
we're here to help.
- They'll shoot us from behind.
- That's enough!
- It's an order.
- Yes, sir.
Yes, Cariou?
I found a flag and Vietminh tracts.
- Quoc, translate this.
- Yes, Lieutenant.
Goddammit.
What's this?
It's propaganda, boss. It says:
"come and join Free Vietnam.
"Fight France
and colonialist imperialism."
"Ho chi Minh..."
What the hell is this? Huh?
You don't know the looters?
Are you taking us for fools?
Tell me where they are.
Otherwise,
I'll burn everything down.
Translate that,
so he can understand.
No more messing around.
I don't want anyone of you
supporting those looters.
I'll execute whoever does.
It's St John's Eve!
Come on, hurry up. Burn it down.
We're not there yet.
Pass me the sausages!
What is it?
It smells.
It's the Vietminh.
What did you say?
The Vietminh.
They kill the villagers
who help the French.
What does it say?
"Long Live Uncle Ho".
It's revolting.
We're dealing
with primitive dogs, guys.
Let's keep going.
Come on.
Be careful!
Nobody moves!
Do not walk.
Minefield, Lieutenant.
They let us get in
but not out. Let's turn around.
Don't move!
- Be careful.
- Get up really slowly, guys.
Get up, guys.
We're turning back.
We'll walk in one another's
footsteps. Be careful.
Samuel, you go first.
Lieutenant,
we can't leave him here.
No, no more dead soldiers.
We're turning back.
We can't let them
put his head on a stake.
- Walk in one another's footsteps.
- Fuck!
Look around.
Tual!
What are you doing?
No, Quoc.
What are you doing?
Come, Cariou.
Cariou, you come with me.
Easy.
Follow in your brothers' footsteps
Cariou, you come with me.
Follow my steps.
Are we done?
Come here. Spread your arms.
- Nothing to report.
- We're good.
Hey!
Where are you going?
- Cariou! Where is he going?
- Hey! You have to stop!
For fuck's sake. Hey!
Stop your goddamn boat. Hey!
- Hey!
- Where are you going?
Pull over.
Quoc, take two men.
Don't let them leave.
Come here!
Pull over against the bank.
- Come here.
- We need back-up.
Come down here! We need you!
- Move.
- Move!
You take aim.
Stay here, stay here.
Get the bags out!
The ducks too.
We'll check everything.
Why didn't you stop?
We told you to stop.
What's this?
You're carrying weapons?
Weapons for the rebels?
Quoc, come here.
Ask him what it is.
What? What did he say?
To hunt animal.
"To hunt animal"?
Are you freaking kidding me?
You hunt ducks with this?
There might be more.
It's for the rebels.
Here, take this. come on!
Machetes, Lieutenant.
Get out! come on.
Get down. Get down!
I said get down!
Get down, you bastard.
Understand what I'm saying?
Get down!
Get down!
Look out!
Oh, shit! Fire!
To the border.
Fire!
Get down. Get down.
Goddammit,
we can't let them run away.
Fuck!
Don't move. Don't move.
Don't move.
Are you alone?
Are you alone or not?
This is a rebel?
A half-naked guy with an old gun!
Really? Bring him over.
Same weapons as those
we found on the ship, Lieutenant.
How many men?
Where's your base?
What routes?
Show me on the map.
How many men?
He says what?
He says Ho chi Minh will win...
Screw Ho chi Minh.
They're full of propaganda.
Ask him about the others.
Where are they?
Same nonsense.
Speak!
I'll speak! Untie me!
Okay, alright.
Untie me!
Come on, untie him.
- Come here and untie him.
- Come help him.
Cariou, come here.
Fuck, he cut his tongue out.
What will we do with them?
We can't bring them with us.
And we can't free them either.
They knew the risks.
They're forcing us to make war.
Lieutenant,
can the guys relieve themselves
with the girl?
Are you insane?
Touch her and I'll send you
before the council.
Can I take charge of the execution?
I'd like to know
how it feels to kill a man.
Alright, you do it.
Cariou, go with him.
Release the girl. Release her!
Now?
French soldiers,
liberation soldiers
against the Asian invaders,
don't be the German of the Viets!
Join the Vietnamese people's fight
for their independence
from the colonists.
Desert France...
Samuel, make a fire.
We're going to eat.
We're hungry.
Tomorrow, we have to get
to mount 17.
Here.
The area is infested with Viets,
but they are nowhere.
Lieutenant is lost.
He learnt about war at school.
The people are against us.
He didn't expect peasants
to hide Viets.
The caporal and the others,
were they really
going to rape that girl?
If the Lieutenant had said yes,
would you have agreed with that?
The caporal
seems like a good soldier.
Gun possession,
on the other hand...
She should have been punished.
That's the order.
French soldiers, join the people
in their fight for freedom...
He's resuming his boring speech.
What if he's right?
What if we're like the Heinies?
Our generals
are jerking us around
with their stories about
the Japanese, Vietnamese looters
and their tracts.
Ho chi Minh, Vietminh...
I'd never heard of that.
My brother was tortured to death
by the Heinies,
and I saw everything.
They ripped his eye out.
And they made him drink fuel.
He was throwing up blood.
It's normal to shit in your pants
when you're being shot at.
Do you think I don't shit mine?
However, you cannot let fear
make you doubt.
So, in case you need to hear it,
let me tell you:
we are not like the Heinies.
We're going to stick together.
You, Quoc and I.
We're going to be a team.
Saigon Summer of 1946
Hello.
Can I have a beer, please?
Thank you.
In France,
things were presented to me
in a certain way.
But now, I don't know.
I feel I was lied to.
And then there's that voice
in the jungle...
Some guys with a loudspeaker.
They repeat the same speech
all night long.
We're fighting against peasants.
They don't even wear uniforms.
They're civilians.
It's hard to talk about it.
I can't even talk
to one of my mates.
It's too dangerous.
What do you think?
Do you want independence?
Revolution?
Do you know who Ho chi Minh is?
André,
this is a cousin of mine, Bath.
He works at the Saigon hospital.
It's okay. Hello, André.
Hello.
Can I have a seat?
Yes, of course.
Are you coming from the South?
From...
cholon?
Go cong? My Tho?
You've seen harsh things.
How was that experience for you?
I would like
to introduce you to a friend.
A French who's been living here
for some years now.
I'm sure it would do you good
to share thoughts with him.
Bath! Good evening.
Come in.
Good evening.
- Is Brunel here?
- Yes. He's waiting for you.
Hello. André.
I would like to introduce you
to a friend: André.
- Jacques.
- I'm André. Nice to meet you.
We don't want to subdue you.
We just want to help you.
You know,
I'm not exactly a friend
of the colonists.
I don't like the way they behave.
But France losing Indochina
is just...
I mean...
We've brought many things here.
And you've taken a lot, too.
André, how can you be so naïf?
Even the Americans recognized
the right to self-determination.
I'm here to fight the Japanese.
- I'm discovering the situation.
- Your general staff
are complete warmongers.
They're waiting for the first spark
to take arms.
I work at a school.
I teach French,
the History of France,
the values of the Republic:
liberty, equality, fraternity...
The problem is that
my students are all Vietnamese.
French is not their language
or part of their history.
How would you react
if you were them?
Exactly.
I get the feeling
I'm teaching a huge lie.
We have to get independence
through democratic means.
Military conflicts must be avoided.
Mutual aid and understanding.
What do you want from me?
I'm on the French side.
Are you looking
for soldiers to convert?
You're not really his cousin.
André, you're against imperialism.
You want our people
to gain independence.
Wait on.
I wouldn't phrase it
in such direct terms.
Let's just say it's important
that people with good will,
from both sides,
put heads together
to avoid the worst.
Namely, war.
Here.
I have something for you.
You'll find out
who you're fighting against.
It won't bite you. It's a book.
Is your regiment going to Hanoi?
That's good.
You'll have plenty of time
to read it.
We'll talk about it later.
November 11, 1946.
The French army bombs Haiphong.
6,000 killed. War is imminent.
That's it, guys! Here we go!
We'll give those yellow dwarves
a good thrashing.
France... France...
France belongs to the French!
France...
France belongs to the French!
No, louder.
France belongs to the French!
France belongs to the French!
Yeah, that's right.
Come here, beautiful.
No, no.
Opium? come with me!
No, no...
You see, no more opium...
I've had enough.
You're tired because
of the weapons. I'll be soft.
I can make whatever you like,
- love and war.
- No, no.
Love... War...
Listen to me,
I don't want to make war.
I don't want to.
Come with me. You and I...
are going to boom-boom.
No, no. Exactly, boom-boom...
Boom-boom is in my head.
In my head.
With all their shit,
I don't want to celebrate war.
Come upstairs.
I will take care of you.
Come.
- No.
- Come.
Come, come.
Come.
We're going to the front.
We're going where it burns.
Right?
Are you drunk or what?
Come on, Sergeant.
Help yourself.
The Tonkin girls
are here to bless us.
Camp near Hanoi January, 1947
Go, go, go!
Go, go! Right to the line!
Come on, climb. Hurry up.
I grab the throat and the nose.
He makes no noise.
In just one movement,
I cut the throat and the carotid.
We get down to the ground.
Still no noise.
I stab him in the heart
and wait until he dies.
- Is that clear?
- Yes, chief!
Quoc, Cariou! In pairs.
We're going to get
really close to the enemy
in a Vietminh zone,
where they don't expect us.
Be careful...
Those guys are like
wild animals in the jungle.
They can see in the dark.
They're able to spend hours
without moving,
without even breathing.
They're silent as shadows.
We'll be like them.
Our name: "the Black commando".
We're going to proceed at night.
Quoc will teach us
how the Viets communicate.
Attention!
- Colonel...
- Tual.
This is Sergeant Cariou.
I remember you.
I'm glad to see you here.
- And Sergeant Quoc.
- I salute you, sir.
Is everything alright?
- Have the men we need?
- We will.
I want you to spread confusion
as far as possible
beyond the enemy lines.
Hit-and-run raids, sabotage,
targeted destruction.
There's something else.
Another mission.
Concurrently
with our protection actions,
we have to reassure
and gain them over.
I want you and your commando
to spread terror.
The Vietminh forces
the population to collaborate.
Either they join up,
or they kill them.
We're going to do the same.
This time around,
no mercy, no quarter.
We have to strike their minds.
Be implacable.
The villagers must tremble
at the thought of betraying us.
We will terrorize
and get rid of civilians.
That's where the Vietminh hides.
You won't have to answer
to anyone but me.
Regarding the modus operandi
in the field,
needless to say,
you have free rein.
There are some weak people
within the general staff
who are blind
and refuse to take action.
That's criminal.
This is not a classic war.
Those little monkeys
who we thought were subjugated
and submitted to the colonists,
are now revolting.
We're leaving.
We're dealing with people
who are willing to die
for the revolutionary mash
they've been forced to eat.
We'll leave Hanoi in three days.
That's when your job will start.
Alright, guys?
Yes, colonel.
Colonel.
If you tell a Vietminh
to cut a head off,
he'll do it.
Because it's an order.
No questions asked.
No matter if it's the head
of an innocent or even his own.
No mercy,
no guilt...
Their ideology comes first.
They can give their life for it.
They know how to fight
the enemy, chief.
But the Vietminh's true strength
is their mind.
Why are you with us, Quoc?
I want Vietnam to be independent.
But I'm a christian.
And the Vietminh
prohibits my religion.
The colonists treat us like dogs.
But communists
kill my God.
Tonkin Spring of 1947
No Vietminh.
They might get here
during the night.
Don't move. We'll wait here.
They'll give us the chance
of making
the Black Commando known.
We'll take no prisoners.
How do you say Black commando?
Write it down.
He says the Vietminh
makes him fight.
He has nothing
against the French.
The Vietminh killed his brothers
for the revolution.
Don't believe him, sir.
He's a Vietminh.
Wait. Tell him...
If you speak, you'll save your skin.
Understood?
Show us your tracks,
take us to your base
and I'll let you go, I promise.
Are you a Vietminh, yes or no?
Do you know Chi Minh?
The Vietminh will kill him.
He wants us to do it.
What's the truth
in this heap of shit?
Will you speak?
Will you speak, son of a bitch?
Prove what you're saying
or I'll kill you.
Do you understand?
I will shoot you.
He's just a peasant.
Goddammit! Speak, you fucker!
Speak!
Freaking shit!
I will spare your life
because I want you to let
the people around you know
about the existence
of the Black Commando.
The Commando acts
just like the Vietminh.
We'll show no mercy
for the enemy
and its supporters:
men, women...
No prisoners.
We'll put a bullet in the head
of every Vietnamese
who helps the Vietminh
and doesn't spontaneously cooperate
with the French army.
Tell your friends we're here.
Now go.
Go!
Go!
We have to become
their worst nightmare.
They have to shit their pants
upon hearing our name.
I want suicidal missions
and I want us to win.
They have to think
we're indestructible.
See the Lung Chen mountain,
their supposedly impregnable HQ?
I want that mountain.
I don't want soldiers.
I want killers.
You, Quoc and I.
Alright?
Alright.
Village of Tay, Northern Tonkin
Fall, 1947
Hey, guys, we did it!
We've won the war!
The Commando's burning the gods.
Congratulations, guys.
We have lots of surprises for them.
That one's for me.
It's a wild boar.
We'll take it to the barracks.
Hey, look!
The mini god's clearing off.
Hey! I can't believe that moron.
Sergeant! Sergeant!
The old guy cut his finger off.
Lang Son Hill, Tonkin Early 1948
All together!
They're shooting rockets now.
They're too many.
Hold the line!
Damn it, hold the line!
School's over.
You have to hold the line!
Get back to your position.
Get back to your position.
We're going to die, sir!
Everybody, charge!
An eye for an eye!
Cariou's photos.
Do you want to send these
or should I do it?
Put it with the rest.
I'll write a letter to his parents.
You'll send it too.
We should have found the body.
I trained him.
I know his worth.
He was with us
when we opened fire in that hill.
I'll mention his case.
Maybe he was wounded.
He hid somewhere.
He must have died there.
Deserter! French! Ho Chi Minh.
Ho Chi Minh.
Deserter! Deserter!
Show me your papers!
What's your regiment?
Papers, papers!
6th Colonial Infantry Division.
Sergeant Cariou.
Prisoner. Deserter.
He speaks Vietnamese.
You must write the report.
Salt on your tongue
for one minute, every morning.
This is for the light.
This is for toilette.
Wait here. Do not go out.
Why do you want to join us?
I can't stand
what the French are doing here.
And I don't want to kill
men and women who...
are fighting for legitimate ideas.
What ideas? Are you a communist?
You have the right to be free.
You want us to be independent,
to win the war,
to throw the French out?
You want that with us?
Since I got here,
I've read things,
I've asked myself questions.
If you don't ask yourself questions,
you lose your mind.
Do you know
what the Vietminh is?
Yes.
Are you sure you're ready
to kill French soldiers?
I'm not at war with France.
My whole family's there.
But I can't stand
what the army makes us do here.
6th Infantry Division.
You're a traitor to France.
If you get back to them,
you'll be executed.
I'm ready to do anything,
I can give you information,
but I can't kill anymore.
What did you do
when you fought the Germans?
I didn't fight that war.
Are you sure
there's nothing else?
Maybe you're an infantry sergeant
on a special mission?
We'll do some research about you.
If you're a traitor,
we'll kill you.
Stalin is like Uncle Ho
in the Soviet Union,
which has become a great country.
Its new revolutionary system
is so good,
that the Russian production
is increasing.
The car production,
nonexistent before the revolution,
is so efficient that a worker
can buy himself a limousine
for the price of 30 chickens.
Now that you know
what communism brings,
like growth and happiness
to the people,
it is your turn to show
what you can bring
to the revolution.
You'll take part in every party,
you'll talk to the people
as a good communist comrade.
You'll say
you want Vietnam to be free.
Give some details...
The blood, the massacres
of villagers,
the raped women...
It's not all of the army.
Not all of them are like that.
You're here to strike our minds.
I want you to give the people
strong images.
We want to introduce you
as a friend,
a friend of our cause,
a friend of our people,
a friend of liberty and revolution.
André.
André!
Umm...
I first arrived here...
thinking that France
was a defender of fraternal values.
I thought it cherished the idea
that the peoples could live together
as friends, in freedom.
But I soon realized
that all that
was a bunch of lies.
They lied to me.
France lies to its soldiers.
The general staff
and the government are hypocrites.
They don't say the truth.
The truth...
The truth...
is that France
is an imperialist country.
The truth...
The truth is that France
is conducting a dirty war.
That's the truth. Thank you.
Thank you, comrades.
At least, he'll be born
in a free country, to a nice family.
He'll be born in a free country
but not to a nice family.
His father died
on the battlefield.
What are you going
to name your baby?
Mung Bao.
"Mung Bao"?
What does it mean in French?
Why in French?
You'll have to learn our language
without resorting to French.
"Mung Bao" if it's a boy.
I want this baby to be a boy.
Even in the free country
that Uncle Ho promises us,
it will always be easier for boys.
Are you ready to kill the French?
This war has to stop.
And I'm willing to fight for that.
The French must go back home
and grant freedom
to this country.
The Vietminh welcome their allies
with open arms.
I won't lie to you.
For me, a man who betrayed once
can always betray twice.
I expect more from you.
I want you to prove me
your adherence to our cause.
Tonkin - Fall 1948
French soldiers,
this is a former
French soldier speaking.
A deserter who chose
the camp of freedom.
This war is not yours.
Cariou, is that you?
Shut up, you nasty traitor!
Fuck you and your damn speaker!
Lay down your weapons.
Don't be like the Heinies.
It's him, sir.
We didn't hear him before.
They're stopping.
Wait for the signal.
Attack! Kill them all!
You, French boy. Come here.
Come here!
Interrogate.
How many men on the track?
Regiments!
Who are you waiting for?
What troop? What company?
Come on, speak. Speak!
Interrogate!
Who are you waiting for?
Who are you waiting for?
How many troops?
What's your regiment?
Why are you clearing
the land of mines?
Fuck, are you going to talk?
Kill that dog.
If you're a communist,
kill the French man. Prove it!
It's an order.
He's not a prisoner. Kill him!
Sir! This one's alive.
Nurse!
Water.
He's seriously injured.
There was...
A guy...
A French guy.
An ex-sergeant.
I had seen him in Saigon.
He shot my lieutenant down.
It has to be him, sir.
Bac Kan is a priority target.
We have to take over that location.
General Nguyen Binh Command Post
Northern Tonkin, winter 1948
All our forces
will be gathered there.
Comrade Ky
will be in charge of the attack.
I already know who you are
and how you're fighting with us.
It's an honor, General.
I want you to take part
in the Bac Kan attack.
Thanks to you,
dozens of Vietminh lives
will be saved.
Comrade Mung Bao,
I want you to spare my men
from massacre.
Look.
Ky will launch a massive attack
on the north side of Bac Kan.
I want you to intervene
on the south side.
You will wear a French uniform.
What's this uniform?
Is this blood?
No problem.
I will wash it and fix the holes.
Try it on...
It's very good.
André, this is Phong.
He's with us.
Hi, André. I'm Phong.
Formerly known as Hans.
Hey. Are you German?
5th Foreign Infantry Regiment.
I joined up six months ago.
Captain? Major?
- Captain.
- Captain.
You're a captain.
Put it on the buttonhole!
I can't wear this.
There was a dead man inside.
You'll save our soldiers.
Besides, the General
doesn't give you a choice.
Fire!
Bac Kan fort - Northern Tonkin
Early 1949
Plus twelve degrees!
Ready!
Fire!
Steady. Wait for the signal.
Let's go.
Open the door!
Hey! Open the door!
- Come on!
- What are you doing here?
I've lost half of my men.
Open the door.
We're under attack.
We already know that,
you assholes.
- What unit?
- 2nd company, 1st CP. Come down!
Wait, Captain...
It's an order.
Come down!
They're going to massacre us.
Open the door.
Hurry up!
- Open the door, goddammit!
- I don't know
if I can let you in.
Listen to me.
I'm a captain,
so you better shut the fuck up
and open that goddamn door.
Okay, Captain. I'll let you in.
Hurry up.
Piece of shit!
Stinking traitor!
Are you going to be okay?
Put them against the wall!
Quick!
The Vietminh massacre
is about to begin!
Ho Chi Minh shows his support
to those who fight along our lines.
That's what our informants say.
He does it in person, secretly.
This information
has been confirmed.
What do you mean, "secretly"?
Few people come with him.
Just a couple of squads,
at night, without notice...
Indeed, his death will be
devastating for the Vietminh.
Probably lethal.
Too dangerous in Viet area.
We don't move.
Got it.
There's something else, Colonel.
The deserter,
that traitor in a French uniform,
for Ho Chi Minh,
shows that the French
are against the war
and ready to fight
their own army.
"Mung Bao.
"A white soldier is fighting
"for the independence
of the Vietnamese people.
"French soldier deserts".
It didn't take long.
The Vietminh propaganda is using it
already to incite desertion.
Their power play
makes us look like idiots
and demoralizes
our young soldiers.
Lately, there have been
some isolated cases of desertion
that must remain confidential,
of course.
Quoc, I want
that Mung Bao guy dead.
Let's get moving. No hesitation.
We'll pay for the info
that leads to him.
Mung Bao...
It could be Cariou.
I don't know.
It'll be hard to catch him
if he hides in a Vietminh area.
Sir, I think we have something.
It's here, it's here.
Come on, get up!
Shh!
- He's completely wasted.
- On the chair.
Hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
Where's the guy
who told you about Ho Chi Minh?
Wake up! Where is he?
Ask him where that is.
Where? Where?
- A few rooms away.
- Okay.
Tell him to take us.
He's coming with us.
Is it here? Is it here?
Is it here?
Come on, come on. Let's go.
Michelet, he's running away!
I'm on my way!
Go get the drunk guy.
Go!
Damn.
We won't spend the night running.
Are you going to speak?
What village is Ho Chi Minh
supposed to visit?
You're a fucking Vietminh!
What's the village called?
Speak!
What's this?
You have a weapon in your house?
Why do you have pamphlets?
Who gave them to you?
Who are them for?
Hey, these pamphlets...
What are they about? Huh?
They ask you
to prepare an event.
What is it?
Is it Ho Chi Minh?
When is Ho Chi Minh coming?
From where?
I'm talking to you. Answer me!
Answer me!
Where's your village?
Where is it? What is it called?
What's your village called?
- What?
- Mirao.
Mirao. Mirao.
See? It wasn't that complicated!
Quoc, let's go.
We'll settle this on our own.
Screw the hierarchy.
It's quiet.
They're only peasants.
He's screwing with us.
Are you sure this is your village?
It's moving, sir.
Our Uncle is coming!
Everybody hurry up!
That's Ho Chi Minh.
There's Cariou.
What are they doing?
He's getting out?
Is he leaving or what?
They're hiding Ho Chi Minh.
They have tunnels.
Alright.
Six men for the sentries.
Quoc, with me.
We'll go down there
and kill Ho Chi Minh.
Along with Cariou. Okay?
That way, that way.
You, over there.
Where did they go?
Where do these tunnels lead to?
It goes deeper, sir.
Mattei, get inside.
Wait, wait. They've opened fire.
They're firing.
Shh, I can't hear.
Shit, they're throwing grenades.
We have to get out.
Get out!
It's going to be okay, Robert.
You were in a very bad shape.
You're a goddamn miracle man.
Your men weren't as lucky.
- Who found me?
- Quoc.
Is he alive?
He's injured,
but he'll make it. Don't worry.
You sure got screwed over.
Why the hell
did you enter that tunnel?
The real Ho Chi Minh
never left his hideout.
It was a trap...
A set-up planned by Cariou.
As soon as you get better,
you'll return to France.
Your game is over, son.
You'll get an extra medal
and we'll find you a nice job.
It's going to be alright.
Out of the question.
Your pelvis and your legs
are screwed. Do you understand?
It's over.
It's over.
Hanoi November, 1949
Chief...
Just like yours.
And I have new stripes.
No, don't get up.
- I will be ready soon.
- Okay.
I was...
I was designated at random.
Me and ten other men.
We were all evacuated.
Evacuated. I don't know why.
They wanted us
to tell what we had seen.
But the others
were taken to the camps,
to the North...
near the Chinese border.
Half of the people die
before even getting there,
and the other half just rot...
or starve to death.
A White is in charge
of those camps, a French man.
He writes the propaganda,
I've been told.
Is there any chance
to get some opium here?
Please...
I'll find you some.
Here. Easy. Sit up.
Easy...
Shh...
Careful.
Shh...
That white guy...
Do you know anything else?
What is his name?
Shh...
Our posts are going down...
The backup teams
are being crushed.
We're losing the Chinese border,
that's why we're evacuating
Cao Bang and...
withdrawing to the delta.
Problem is, the RC4
has become a real deathtrap.
But they're taking
more and more prisoners.
Not out of mercy.
Killing so many men
would damage those bastard's
international image.
And you insist on coming back.
What do you want?
Another medal? Huh?
What about the cane?
Will you bring it?
You can have it.
Come in!
What did you find out?
Cariou's commando
is wreaking havoc
but he's not
a part of it anymore.
I don't even know
if he's still alive.
Do you think
he's supervising the camps?
Route RC4, near Cao Bang
Northern Tonkin - October, 1950
Sergeant!
Are we almost there?
About 20 more kilometres.
Be careful. It's Viet infested.
You're going
to get yourselves killed, guys.
This evacuation is nonsense.
- Thank you.
- Good luck.
OK, we're good.
He saw
a white man,
but he doesn't know if he's French.
How did he meet that white man?
Where did he hear about him?
He doesn't know.
He would say anything
to be released.
The camps are 100 km
into the Vietminh area.
It could be Cariou
or any other white man.
We're not here for that.
We're not prepared.
We don't have enough men.
Let us go!
We want to fight
with the French soldiers!
The Captain is back.
He would like to see you.
We're expecting a massive attack.
Maybe tomorrow or in two days...
We have zero chance,
but we'll fight to the end.
In the meantime,
let's try to pick up
the guys coming from Cao Bang.
The orders are preposterous.
It's truly a mess.
Listen, if you want
to find Colonel Bertrand,
get in touch
with what's left of the 8th RTM.
They're looking for his battalion,
if it still exists.
The Black Tiger returns.
I'm pleased to meet a guy like you,
a living legend.
We made a mistake.
We were wrong.
Since the beginning.
We humiliated them.
Even if it's bullshit,
Uncle Ho lied to them
a lot better than us.
That's why today
nothing, and I mean nothing,
will ever stop them.
Get out! Get out!
Where are they?
Any injured?
Chief!
You have to take cover, sir!
- Alright?
- They got Quoc.
We have two injured.
We need to go to That Khé.
Without Quoc, we won't survive.
I want two men for Quoc.
Take his legs.
Two injured.
- Take them to the truck.
- Come on, come on!
Take him to the truck.
Prisoner!
Prisoner!
No more war!
No more war!
Leave. Don't stay.
Go die somewhere else.
Nasty French soldier.
OK. OK.
Get out of here!
Come on!
Prisoner.
Prisoner.
Plain soldier.
I don't want to make war.
Are you thirsty?
Do you have family?
Dad, mom, brother, sister?
Brother, yes.
Do you think about him?
You must not lose hope.
You're coming with us.
Stéphane Peragi,
shack number 7.
Jean-Yves Bordier,
shack number 5.
Dominique Hermant,
shack number 9.
David
Mermite,
shack number 5.
Victor Laurentis,
shack number 3.
You have to express,
according to your own conviction,
with moving, sincere words,
the reasons that prompt you
to ask the French government
for the cease of fire,
and the withdrawal of the imperialist
forces from Vietnam.
The five best letters
will be sent to the French embassy,
to L'Humanité and to your families.
That might make them known.
The authors will gain points
for their future release.
He who writes the worst letter
will spend two days in the cage.
Professor, let me tell you something:
Go to hell. The release
is never going to happen.
Pascal, you've been a prisoner
for a couple of months
and you're already losing hope.
We've been subjugated
by your people for several decades
and not once have we lost hope
of regaining our freedom.
You'll write that letter
with all your heart
to keep the flame of freedom alive.
Black Tiger, welcome to hell
Shack number 3.
Laurentis, on the side.
Shack number 5.
Arnaud!
Shack number 9.
Oh, shit.
Lieutenant.
What are you doing here?
I'll bring you some water. OK?
Here.
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Rice duty.
Line up.
Martin! Saul!
Orlando!
The others, bury the dead.
Line up.
Yes.
I think we saw him once.
Apparently, he manages several camps.
He interrogates the prisoners.
He looks for information.
I don't know exactly what he does.
He has a rank among the Viets.
If it is him, he goes by a Viet name.
This guy has a baby face.
Tell the camp chief who I really am.
Tell him that...
you want to earn points
for your release.
Turn me in.
I'm not a snitch.
Ask Marcellin and Henzel,
the two informers of the camp.
They'll leak it to the Viets.
That's good.
Make sure they do the job.
Whisper to their ears.
I'll keep on telling I'm Laurentis.
You will support me.
I want to make
the camp chief doubt.
He'll bring the only man
who can identify me: the Frenchman.
What if it's not him?
What if it's not
the man you're looking for?
I want to see him first.
Come on, get back to work.
Oh, shit.
It's lieutenant Delappe.
- Laurentis!
- Yes, sir!
Come with us, now.
- Why, sir?
- Do not argue.
Stop what you're doing. Come.
Sit down.
Why is there no photo
on your card?
I don't know.
I can't hear you!
I don't know. It must have...
It must have fallen off
during the combat.
Tell me your name,
rank and military responsibilities.
Victor Laurentis,
corporal, 3rd CPG.
Look at me!
I want to know your name,
rank and military responsibilities.
Victor Laurentis,
corporal, 3rd CPG.
Look at me.
Your name,
your rank,
and your military responsibilities.
Victor Laurentis.
He's the Black Tiger.
That's the rumour going around.
And we all know what he did
against the Vietnamese.
It's not because he's French
that we're not going
to condemn a killer.
So let's act as good communists
and get rid of those
who took advantage of this war
to lend themselves
to their most basic instincts.
I've heard the prisoners
say something different.
Laurentis looks like the Black Tiger,
but it's not actually him.
I agree with Henzel.
We should condemn
the real Black Tiger,
but not an innocent.
I don't think Laurentis
is the Black Tiger.
I saw him once, in person.
He looks like him.
But in my opinion, it's not him.
Listen to me carefully.
As long as we're not sure...
about his real identity,
the whole camp will be punished.
No more food.
Some of you are too weak.
They will die.
And it will be the fault
of each and every one of you.
You're not a common soldier
for the Vietminh.
You're not an ordinary prisoner.
You're a killer.
You leave dead soldiers in your path.
It seems you trick them
by wearing the French uniform.
I'm not a part of any commando.
I just make the prisoners
join the Vietminh cause.
Is that what you do now?
You lecture people?
You're a head teacher?
Do you realize
the situation you're in?
They want you dead.
Listen to me.
Trying to convert you
would be useless.
I want you to save your men.
You're the Black Tiger,
a symbol of courage and heroism
for the French army.
I want you to ask
for the cease of fire.
If you do, I'll release
all of the prisoners.
They'll go back home,
to their families.
But not you. The truth is,
I will keep you here
until your army withdraws.
If you - the Black Tiger -
give up this war,
I know your decision
will have an impact
on the French opinion.
And no one will ever imagine
that you lie to save your skin,
that the Black Tiger's a traitor.
Peace must be your next battle.
Help us obtain it.
Are you kidding me?
The mayhem has just started.
You know it very well.
Hey!
Your buddies, Mao, Stalin,
they're eating up the world.
There's no peace in this story.
What are you talking about?
So tell your bosses...
The ones who want
to execute me for my crimes
without a process...
Tell them I did
the same things that I saw
in their jungle - your jungle.
Your ideological conversion
- even if it's fake, I don't care -
will be the only condition
for the release of all the prisoners.
You want the Black Tiger
to become a Red Tiger.
You're going to make me sign papers.
You'll display me in front of your
villagers as if I was a circus freak.
You're brother was a soldier too.
You're both patriots.
The difference is, he was a partisan.
You're an invader.
Sit down.
Sit down!
I'm worth more alive than dead.
How are we going
to eliminate him?
You know the prisoners well.
Ask them to join us.
They must be reliable
and ready to fight.
Alright.
Listen to me.
The weapons are in the chief's desk,
in the back.
His assistant has the keys.
He'll be our first victim.
We need to figure out
how to open the window.
Let's say we eliminate him.
What are we going to do next?
We go back home.
I'll take the Black Commando
to Hanoi.
The jungle is Viet-infested
before getting to the French zone.
I'm not saying we'll succeed.
We'll just fight to the end.
That's all.
Go, go.
Come back.
Tual, come here for a second.
Have you thought about it?
I'm not like you.
Betraying is not easy for me.
- I need some time.
- It's not just about you.
Have you talked to the others?
Honestly, most of them
would spit on my face.
Those men have fought.
They've seen their friends die.
You deserted like a coward.
You used the occasion
to run off like a dog.
And now you're stuck with the Viets.
You can't go back to France.
You'll do whatever it takes
to save your skin.
You know, I searched for you
after the combat.
I looked for you.
I really hoped we would find you.
What we were asked to do...
it was unthinkable.
But I did it
because it was our mission.
I didn't enlist to become a man.
I enrolled to make war,
and to win it.
You asked me
what it was like to kill a man.
Now that you kill hundreds of them,
you know it better than me.
I should ask you...
what you're doing here.
You say
you awaken
a new conscience within us.
You want us to betray ourselves.
Otherwise, we'll die.
Is that your idea
of a more free, fair world?
What you're doing here
is disgusting.
You're not a honourable man.
I'll tell you the truth.
I hate
the man I used to be.
What you made me become.
A war dog at his master's feet.
I lost my mind, Robert.
I was alone.
I had no one to talk to.
Especially not those privates
who fuck the same whore.
Because I was not a canon fodder.
I'm not a child of the fatherland
who falls for anything,
who can be fooled.
The Vietminh allowed me...
to become a real soldier.
I learned to accept
the horrors of war.
But I also chose
the reason of my combat.
Unlike yourself,
I no longer fight to win the war...
I fight for it to end
as soon as possible.
I fight to bring peace
to this country.
What's behind that door?
That's where we store
our ammunitions and weapons.
Put him in the cage.
Sit down.
I've offered a deal
to the Black Tiger.
His surrender and collaboration
with the Vietminh
in exchange for your release.
Every one of you.
You'll go back to France.
You're going to disown him.
I want him to feel
you're very much against him.
I want you to think of those
who are waiting for you.
You can't demand that.
I'm not...
I can listen to all
your political nonsense,
but not this.
I didn't ask for your opinion.
If you disobey, I'll kill you.
Here.
Easy, easy.
How many men are with us?
How many men are with us?
They guys are too weak.
They think it's a losing battle.
We agree.
It seems he offered you
to release us all.
I'll tell him
that I accept his deal.
He'll get me out of here.
They will believe they've won.
We'll take advantage of it.
We'll attack the storeroom.
The weapons...
That letter...
That letter to the government,
maybe what he says is true.
The Black Tiger
could shake France up...
Lay off me.
We might not support you.
- No...
- We have to collaborate.
Saving human lives
is not a dishonour.
A prisoner died this morning.
There's nothing I could do.
Apart from staying at his side.
His last words were:
"May the Black Tiger release us".
I've been thinking
about how you see yourself,
about the Black Tiger.
The Black Tiger
can become your prison,
like this cage.
Where's the man I knew? The man
who was ready to give up his life
to save a dying soldier?
The soldiers have lost
their morale and their hope.
You have to rescue them
from this hell.
I was injured.
I was badly wounded.
I need to walk a little
so the blood can circulate.
Take me out of here.
I'll just make a few steps.
It smells like shit.
It stinks. I want to breathe.
I need to walk.
Oh, my friend.
My dear friend.
We got ourselves into deep shit
by making this war.
You'll soon be free.
You and I are going to be at peace.
Yes, I know...
The Black Tiger...
You'll finally be in peace.
You would have wanted
to get out of this jungle, too.
The irony of this is that...
I'm the only one
who can get us out of here.
There's something
you should know.
I came here for you...
to find you.
To eliminate the son of a bitch
who runs this camp
and kills my men.
You have to fight
to the end, Sergeant.
Fight to the end.
THE WHITE SOLDIER
Subtitles: Eclair Media