Police are coming. We have to leave.
Go. You have to move in this direction.
Move!
Come here!
You will come with us. Get up!
- Go! - Help! Help!
- Catch her! - Come here.
Move!
Thank you.
Shit.
Seventeen years we have lived in this country!
Passing by Dijon
and directly to Germany.
- Are you serious? - Yes.
And you?
I'm a rabbi.
LIBERTY
MORSE CODE: MESSAGE SENT
I know where Paul is, and I'm going to break him out.
- Who are you? - His little--
His brother.
They call me Petit, but my name is Jacques Kandjo.
I see.
Please, help me save my brother.
How are you going to do that?
I'll use his plan.
Blow up train tracks?
The police are using trucks now. On backcountry roads.
I know. Paul saw them with his own eyes.
Albert knows exactly where the road is. We can wait there to free Paul.
And if they take a different road?
You have no experience.
Paul neither! Paul has never been in a fight in his life.
He's smart, sure.
But for all his tough talk, he's never even picked up a weapon.
I've been in lots of fights.
Have you, now?
I can do this.
I will get help too.
But I need weapons to pull it off.
Paul said you have weapons.
Can I count on you?
Why? Why not?
Hijack a police convoy and get yourself killed?
And blow up our whole operation in the meantime?
No. You're not ready.
But what about Paul?
Thanks.
Please, Moishe, my love. Let me handle this. You're too upset.
Come on, get up!
Out!
A green caravan swimming in a mountain river.
Rainbow chess pieces light fire.
Kittens rush from a basket
and sleep softly in the sun.
Beware!
Go see what's going on.
Quick!
- Bastard. - Don't move.
Don't shoot.
My little brother.
- What is he saying? - Bless your strength.
My little brother.
My little brother, stay with me.
My little brother!
Good night, Mr. Patterson.