Woof, woof.
Police are coming. We have to leave.
- Police! Police!
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!
This is Europe.
Authorities in the free zone across southern France
are cracking down on criminal aliens
and calling on civilians to smoke out clusters of insurrection.
Will the Nazis take the free zone,
finally completing their occupation of France?
Will the United States join Britain in its fight against fascism?
Will the Yanks send mortars to pound the Hun?
Only time will tell.
Hello? Hello?
Sh, nobody's there.
Oh, it's the Chagalls. We're coming right down!
Thank you.
The police came to our house.
We came as fast as we could.
They took away Moishe's French identity papers.
Shit.
Seventeen years we've lived in this country!
So many years, the French celebrated Moishe's work, and now?
Now they're trying to take away your dignity.
Uh, where is Mr. Fry?
Uh, he went to town.
Were you followed?
- We don't know. - No, no, no. They just let us go.
Empty-handed. It was strange.
The policemen were very nice to us.
- Nice? Once arrested, they were nice.
- No. - They said that they regretted it.
Sure. Yeah, regret is cheap.
We left all the paintings behind.
His life's work.
Our life.
- We had no choice. - We have to go back for them.
It's much too dangerous to go back there now.
Let's find out more information first, yeah?
The French authorities, they've been watching you for months.
So, why now?
Hm?
Why take your papers and let you go?
Huh?
We need Varian. I'll look for him in town.
I'll drive.
No. We can't leave them here alone.
Wait for me here.
I've never heard of him.
Okay.
Yeah. [sighs] Okay. Okay.
Uh, Letoret.
Are we holding a visa for someone named Otto Albert Hirschman?
His sister's calling and calling the embassy,
and Vichy's saying he never picked it up.
Damn it.
It's gotta be here somewhere.
How do I get up there?
You don't.
Then how do I get out of here?
Passing by Dijon
and directly to Germany.
- Are you serious? - Yes.
Convoys of prisoners are leaving here every few days.
Bill.
You're a well-connected man. Even in here?
Can you get a message to my brother?
Yeah, I can try.
How did you end up in here anyway?
I was involved with a prison break.
And you?
I'm a rabbi.
And you?
Everything else.
Not now, Mr. Patterson. We're closed. We're moving.
- Where's Reese? - Uh, I sent him home.
Thought I sent you home.
Turns out, not even the US government has that much power.
Well, it's a good thing you're here, 'cause as an ardent fan of the arts,
I thought you'd enjoy this brilliant script I just discovered.
Uh...
"Mary Jayne Gold."
So... "It's really just a matter of leading the British soldiers
to the right place at the right time."
And then there's just chatter
between unidentified man one and unidentified man two...
Uh, hold on a second.
Oh!
Here's the best part.
"Mary Jayne Gold."
"You drop me off at the front gate, okay?"
"I'll use Dagobert as a distraction."
And then, "This is my mission, so we'll do as I see fit."
Miss Gold leading a mission to free British POWs.
Is that some sort of a joke or an actual admission of treason?
You were supposed to be keeping an eye on her, Mr. Fry,
but I guess you were too busy
swanning around that villa with your boyfriend?
You placed that bug?
As it happens, no.
Serendipity herself dropped it into my hands.
But I will personally make sure the right people find out about it.
About everything you've been doing in Marseille, Mr. Fry. I'll ruin--
Leave him alone.
Everything he does to save desperate people
shines a light on what you don't do.
Who the fuck are you?
You could save all of them.
Get out.
Patterson.
I think Lena's pretty much said it all.
Albert.
Otto Albert Hirschman?
Let me guess, unidentified man one. Or two?
What?
Your sister's in a flap about your visa, pal. You should probably go pick it up.
Get out while you can.
LIBERTY
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.
Petit received word Paul was in prison at the Fort Saint-Nicolas
and slated for deportation.
Ah.
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 we owe it to him to get Paul out.
We owe him nothing.
Margaux, Paul was arrested because he helped us at Camp des Milles.
So, now we get burned?
Think, Thomas.
Our lives, our identities, our goals.
We can't risk all that now. Not when we have a war to win.
But what about Paul?
Thanks.
We have visas. Can you take us on the next boat to New York?
That is the problem. There are no boats,
and your visas are no good without the correct identity papers.
See, this is why Varian has been trying to get you to go to safety
since he arrived in France.
- We weren't ready. Now we are ready. - We're not ready.
Please, Moishe, my love. Let me handle this. You're too upset.
I will not leave France without my paintings.
- Which way does the sun set? - I don't know.
- Monsieur Chagall. Madame Chagall. - Thank God you're here.
I need to talk with you. After this.
- Hey. Please have a seat. Hi.
They've raided the beach and the Pelican, too,
and I think they've even got Bill Freier. He's gone missing.
- We have to get out of here. - How?
At this point, we can't even get the Chagalls on a boat.
I sold my plane last summer to a local bureaucrat
to raise money for the ERC.
I gave him a very good price, so he owes me.
If he can fly us to Lisbon, then we can get to the United States.
I'll arrange everything, and my father will pay for it.
- But I thought he cut you off. - He's gonna pay to get me home.
- With a refugee in your pocket? - With my husband.
You do realize
that I carry pretty much everything I own on my back right now?
If I wanted to marry a man for his possessions
instead of his convictions, I'd already be married to some jerk in Chicago.
My sister Ursula got me a visa to the United States.
When?
It came through a few weeks ago. I...
I just never picked it up from the US consulate.
Why?
We have to go get it. Let's go get your things
and pick up the visa before it's too late, all right?
Okay.
Albert, you saved me a trip. Look.
Look what's in the latest issue.
- Mary Jayne's waiting for me downstairs. - Look at it.
Huh? Look. Ouidah!
It's a message.
Paul's in prison in Fort Saint-Nicolas?
He could be deported any minute to the Reich.
Not if we get to him first.
I already spoke to your man Thomas and that woman Margaux.
- Uh-huh. - They won't help us.
I will find out what I can about the fort. But we need you.
Hey.
- Okay, I'll see you later. - See you.
We have to get Petit back to the villa to speak with Hans.
What about the consulate?
This is more important.
Paul's alive.
We must save my brother from deportation. Maybe death.
I'm afraid there's not much to eat, but there's always wine.
Wine is good.
Oh!
We have these.
People always bringing chocolates for the maestro.
Albert.
- Petit. I need to speak with you.
Not you.
Paul's being held in the prison where Lisa and I were held.
Really?
And now?
Can we get him out?
We're gonna try.
I'll help.
Let's go inside.
- I wanna help too. - They don't want your help.
Help me.
Let's go get Chagall's artwork.
- They're not leaving without it. - That's a good idea.
- Can we have your car keys? - Yes.
- But... Come on.
Do you know how to drive, Varian?
I'm from New Jersey.
I've had it with this stupid thing.
Trucks are leaving the prison every few days.
We have to get him out before he's put on a truck.
- That prison is a fortress. Right.
We have to stop the truck once it's out of the city.
Release Paul and all the comrades inside.
It's easy enough to block the road. There's no traffic.
Two of us can charge the driver, while two more open up the back.
Unarmed?
- It could work. They won't expect us. - We are dead on arrival without weapons.
He's right.
We need to get our hands on one or two guns.
I'm sorry. When is the next convoy leaving?
Touré will find out which truck Paul is on.
And then what? You're just waiting in the middle of the road for it?
That could take hours. That could take days.
Why don't I talk to the guards? I could try and pay them off.
- I mean, that worked last summer. - Last summer was a lifetime ago.
Last summer, they arrested me for trying to stow away on a boat.
Now there are no boats.
Now they're arresting people in the streets for doing nothing.
The time for bribing guards has passed.
We have to take a stand.
I agree.
The next convoy leaves tomorrow, early morning.
Paul will be among the prisoners.
Let's get everything out before the police come back.
We could just keep driving.
Together.
And go where?
Not Paris.
No.
Not Rome.
Not Jerusalem.
Our Berlin is long gone.
What if we just stayed here?
Two bachelors. Nice garden. A couple sheep.
Why not?
Well, for starters,
I'm not a bachelor.
Then free your wife to find someone who can love her fully...
and stay here with me.
What exactly are we doing here?
- We're packing up Marc Chagall's artwork. You're a brave man.
Only the bravest of men will come all the way over to Europe
to save the lives of strangers.
- Thomas... - What about saving your own life?
I'm done hiding.
Varian.
Personally and professionally.
I've had enough of the lies.
And the secrets.
Enough of the loneliness.
Even men like us...
even we deserve to be happy.
Happiness is complicated.
Is it?
When you're in my arms, it doesn't feel complicated at all.
It's a suicide mission. Listen.
Call your guy.
Book the plane.
Once Paul is free, I am all yours.
I promise.
Chicago, here we come.
- Are you just saying this to shut me up? - I'm saying it because I mean it.
Come here.
I want to start a new life in America with you.
I cannot wait
to start a new life in America with you.
And you know that I'm not asking you to give up the fight?
I know that.
And I know we'll find new ways to fight the fascists from there,
and we might even just be more effective coming at it from the outside.
I can't leave until Paul is free.
I know, but...
You can't go in there unarmed.
Yeah.
I...
I know where some British weapons are buried.
- What? - Yeah.
I'll meet you downstairs.
We can stop.
I don't care who hears us.
Come on, get up!
Out!
Miss Gold.
What brings you here?
I'm here to pick up a visa for Otto Albert Hirschman.
Mr. Patterson has it in his office.
Please.
What do we have here? Come in. Come in.
The walls have ears.
Turns out my secretary works for the Gestapo.
Mademoiselle Letoret?
She's a really good secretary too. Maybe they all work for the Gestapo.
Your father know about Otto Albert Hirschman?
Young, energetic guy like that probably has a great future in America.
Pretty soon, even your father will love him.
How long you think before he leaves you?
What is he? Twenty-four years old? Twenty-five?
He's got his whole future ahead of him. Whereas you...
A boy like that?
His wings have been clipped by circumstances from the get-go.
Just wait till he gets to America and learns to fly.
What is that supposed to mean?
Somehow, I don't see him sticking around the backwaters of Lake Michigan
to play golf.
Are you finished?
Not quite.
I have it on record that you, Mary Jayne, an American citizen,
have been working with British intelligence here on French soil,
which, as I'm sure you know, is illegal.
If you don't get the hell out of my hair and out of Marseille as soon as possible,
I'm gonna make it my personal mission to make sure you get tried for treason.
Now I'm finished.
Thank you for coming. - How could I say no?
So the Chagalls have visas, thankfully, but no boats, no identity papers.
- Are they ready to go? - They're all packed up.
All right.
I might just have one last good idea.
That one with the diplomatic plates. You'll get over the border unchecked.
You stick this screwdriver into the key lock,
and then press the lever at the same time as the accelerator. All right?
Mr. Bingham? - I left my family photographs inside.
Can you believe it? It'll just take me a second.
- No. I do it. - You don't know where they are.
Mr. Bingham!
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.
Out of the car! Get out of the car!
Down!
On the ground!
On the ground! Out of the car.
Give me your weapon.
Out of the car. Here. Go here. Down! Down!
- Down! - Put the gun down! Go on the ground.
Go on the ground.
Quick!
Bastard. Don't move.
That's enough! Don't move. Don't move.
- Almost there. - Lie down.
Don't shoot.
Brother.
My little brother.
What does he say? - Bless your strength.
Don't move!
My little brother.
Breathe. Try to breathe. Try to breathe.
Breathe. It's gonna be okay.
My little brother.
My little brother, stay with me.
My little brother!
Madame Chagall.
Let's go.
- Right now! - I'll wake Monsieur Chagall.
- Where's Thomas? Inside.
- Do you want me to get him? - No.
- Listen. - What?
I'm gonna drive them over myself.
To Spain?
To Lisbon, and then, uh, I'm gonna sail with them to New York.
But what about...
It's not gonna work in real life.
No, but this is real life.
It's not.
But I've never felt so alive.
Yeah, me neither.
Varian.
Can you help me with the paintings?
- Where's Bingham? - Uh, he's not here.
Then who's driving this thing?
By the time you cross the border, they'll know you took the car.
- It's the only way. - You'll be expatriated.
- Or arrested. They won't let you back. - I have to help them.
No, you don't.
Don't make this about the Chagalls.
Here we are. Let's go.
- Varian.
I'm very sorry.
I thought that we would live here forever.
For a moment, so did I.
Is there anything we can say?
Praying?
Anything?
Mary Jayne!
She's gone.
Mary Jayne!
You've done good work here.
Come on, Dagobert.
Mary Jayne!
What happened? Are you okay?
You made it. You made it.
I just...
I couldn't let you go without saying goodbye.
Come on. Open the damn gate.
Stolen? A limousine?
From under my nose.
- And Monsieur Fry was driving? Can you catch him?
Uh, maybe, yes.
Or maybe we just let him go.
What?
Get another limousine.
Forget about the car. What about the people?
They're criminals and degenerates.
Yes, of course, they are.
But...
but, uh, now, finally...
they are somebody else's problem.
Good night, Mr. Patterson.