NETFLIX PRESENTS
[intriguing music playing]
[church bell ringing]
-[choir singing faintly] -[door opening]
[door closing]
[door closing in distance]
[dark music playing faintly]
[Agnès] Jeanne? Jeanne!
Miss Charrier?
Yes?
Yves is off to Nancy to get supply for the army staff.
He can drop you at the station.
They're going to cut the rail lines on the Moselle to block the Germans.
This will surely be the last train. So don't be late.
I'll be waiting for you by the square at three o'clock, on the dot.
All right. I appreciate it.
Thank you very much.
You're welcome.
Go eat. You must be hungry.
[dark music playing]
[Agnès] Thank you, Yves.
[intriguing music playing]
EPISODE 2
[patients murmuring and groaning]
What are you doing here?
Judicial police.
Was a lady admitted here yesterday?
All the women are nuns, and the wounded are soldiers.
-Do you mind if I take a look around? -Hey!
This is a military hospital. You can't just waltz in here.
Civilians are not allowed unless you have a warrant?
No? Well, then I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
[somber music playing]
[Agnès] Don't worry. I'll clean your wounds.
Sit up.
What's your name?
Don't you remember?
You must have gone through a horrific ordeal.
[water splashing]
[sweeping music playing]
[screaming]
[sobbing hysterically]
[sweeping music continues]
[footsteps approaching]
[lock opening]
[mysterious music playing]
[phone ringing]
[door opening]
[man] The general can't see you.
No request for a draft exemption for your employees exists
according to our records.
That's impossible.
My brother-in-law works at the department in Paris
and he told us that our request has been filed and approved.
Given the situation,
I doubt it.
Goodbye, ma'am.
Sir,
I need these men to keep the factory running. Without them--
France also needs its men to protect itself, ma'am.
You don't think I know?
My husband is one of them.
[man] Impossible.
[Caroline] Excuse me.
I'm unable to give you clearance to investigate inside a military hospital.
Ask your superiors.
What about you?
You have the clearance to enter this hospital, no?
-[man] Aren't you little Madeleine? -[Éléonore] Yes!
[man] She's all grown up.
-[Éléonore] Greet your uncle. -[Madeleine] Hello.
-[man] Hello, who? -[Madeleine] Hello, Uncle.
-[man] How old are you now? -[Madeleine] Eight.
[man] Eight!
Give me a kiss.
[man chuckling] You're so cute!
[Caroline] Charles?
Ah! Morning, Caroline.
I drove all night. I couldn't just sit by and do nothing.
I went to headquarters. They had no record of our request.
The workers couldn't even say goodbye to their families.
Yes, I know. It's terrible.
-But what happened? -How am I supposed to know?
Thanks, Germaine.
Ever since the government moved to Bordeaux,
the ministry has been in a state of chaos.
They must have misplaced our workers' exemption request.
What can we do then?
Nothing. The men have been deployed.
They aren't accepting any more exemptions. You know, the war isn't going away.
Caroline, I've made arrangements at the ministry.
Until I find a solution, I won't go back to Paris.
-Be at ease, please. -[Caroline] Thank you, Charles.
I'm really glad you're here.
[Madeleine] Mommy? Can you come here, please?
Excuse me.
[footsteps receding]
Could you please explain?
You never come to Saint-Paulin.
Listen, Mom, Victor just left for the war.
You're going to need me, so…
trust me.
[scoffs]
Have a little faith in me, Mother.
[priest] The time of John's apocalyptic beast is now.
It has risen from the underworld.
In the guise of the besieging German army.
How then can we spread the word of God
amidst this reign of hatred?
To fight the beast,
every French soldier counts.
Get the children of France back on their feet
to liberate us from the enemy!
You are God's soldiers.
Now,
let's open our hearts
to the memory of Lisette
and her family,
victims of German barbarism.
Geneviève?
[singing prayer]
[all singing prayer]
-[bell ringing] -[singing stops]
[priest] May God be with you, sisters.
[church bell ringing]
[dramatic music playing]
[sister] Hurry up!
Mother Agnès! Mother Agnès, what's happening?
More wounded are arriving.
I can help!
I work as a nurse in a hospital in Paris!
Come with me.
[dramatic music continues]
[Agnès] Cover your head.
[sister] Hurry up.
-Can I help you? -No.
[doctor] Remember, sisters, the green cards can wait.
The yellow ones are for Bruand. The red ones are for me.
-[bell ringing] -[soldier groaning]
-[sister] You'll be fine! -Good luck, sisters! Come on!
Come on!
-[sister] Hurry up! -[doctor] Green.
[sister] It's okay, hang in there!
Red. Red, put him in a tourniquet!
-[soldier groans] My leg, my leg, my leg… -[sister] Try not to move!
-[soldier] Ahh! -Bruand!
Yellow! This one's for you.
[soldier] My leg!
-[sister sobs] -He's dead, sister. Move on.
Go now!
-Hey! What's wrong with you? -[soldier] Do you like that?
[soldier 1] Go to hell!
[soldier 2] He's a Kraut! He doesn't belong here!
[doctor] Don't you have any humanity left?
[soldier] They slaughtered us in the mountains!
[doctor] Sister! Move his leg so we can see what's underneath.
-[soldier yells] -Get out of the way! That's an order!
Sorry, Doctor, but we should take care of our wounded.
It's an oath we took before God.
Well, I vowed to treat all my patients the same way, sister.
[Suzanne] I'll take care of him.
Subcutaneous emphysema. There's a risk of gas gangrene.
-[soldier] Help me! It hurts! -Who are you again?
Jeanne Charrier, I'm a nurse.
So glad you're here, Jeanne.
-Can you help me triage the wounded? -Of course.
-Operate the red ones right away. -I know, yeah.
Bruand, come with me. Let's start with him.
We'll keep him aside or they'll kill him.
[sister] Doctor, please!
[doctor] I'm coming.
[Charles] Well, I managed to talk to some people at the ministry,
and they told me that we could get some workers from the colonies,
but the factory would have to be converted.
[Caroline] Convert the factory?
Yes, to manufacture ammunition, to work for the government.
I feel we really need to seize this opportunity.
Production of ammunition is not at all comparable to that of trucks.
Look, Mother, if doing so will save the factory--
Victor would be against it.
I know it.
Yes, I agree, it would be best to keep producing trucks as we have in the past,
but do you really comprehend the situation?
We must find another solution.
I'd love to, Caroline, but given the importance of the issue, there isn't one.
Mrs. Dewitt, Mr. Delcour from the bank is here.
He'd like to speak with you.
[footsteps receding]
[pensive music playing]
[Caroline] We have nothing left? Is that what you're telling us?
[Delcour] We haven't cashed any loan payments in six months.
I thought you knew, uh…
Absolutely not.
But Victor said nothing to you, Caroline?
I had no idea, no.
Mr. Dewitt, your brother was banking on future sales.
Under different circumstances,
we'd have continued to have faith in your family as always,
as we did in your father's time, but now…
we're at war.
You don't have any workers to fulfill the orders.
Too many uncertainties.
-Without your brother, all hope is lost. -No, there is still hope. I'm here.
[Delcour] Mrs. Dewitt…
You're not qualified for this job.
[Charles] What will happen to the factory now, specifically?
Are you going to seize it?
[Delcour] If you don't pay the overdue bills, I'm afraid so.
But you supported him, my husband, when he wanted to upgrade the factory.
Encouraged him, even!
Now you're abandoning us?
Suppose I inform you that our main objective
is to carry on producing and selling
to a customer who will have no trouble paying us?
You mean you have a contract with the army?
-No, not yet, but we're working on it. -This would give us a lot of comfort.
[sweeping music playing softly]
[sweeping music continues]
[soldier] Squad, halt!
Dismissed!
[sweeping music continues]
-[sweeping music swelling] -[laughs]
[sniffles]
[soldier] Hey!
Hey!
You!
What are you doing here?
You're trying to solicit here, aren't you?
Now I see why you were so curious the other night.
That car down the road, is it yours?
-Yes. -It's been confiscated.
A car's more useful to the army than a whore.
Come with me. I want a word with your boss.
Come on! Get a move on!
-[dramatic music playing] -[indistinct chatter]
Hello, Marcel.
What a surprise.
I need some money. I need your help, Marcel.
How much?
Fifty-thousand.
[chuckling]
Remember in school?
We didn't have shoes and he used to laugh at us.
And now he needs our help.
How funny is that?
Yeah, funny.
[Juliette giggling]
Why do you need so much money?
To turn the factory into a place to make weapons.
-My stupid brother ruined the business. -Are you kidding?
-You taking care of the factory? -Mmm-hmm.
[Marcel scoffs]
What about Paris, huh?
I got fired from the ministry.
Ah, now that explains everything.
You're trying to dodge the army by taking over the factory, hmm?
I'm not lucky enough to have an eye gouged out.
If I don't get the factory up and running in five days,
I'll be sent to the front line.
And what's your sister-in-law's take on that?
Isn't she in charge of the factory now?
I don't give a damn about her.
[rousing music playing]
[Caroline] Denise.
I have a proposition for you.
The trucks only require a small amount of work to be completed.
Come and finish the work
in place of the men.
You owe us money.
Once I can deliver the vehicles, then I can pay you.
We can't trust you anymore.
Our men have gone to war as deserters because of you.
[wood splinters]
I beg you, Denise.
Discuss it together.
I really need you.
All of you.
[rousing music continues]
-[doctor] Bring me the next one! -[Suzanne] Open leg wound.
I removed all visible shell fragments, but he's suffering from blood loss.
The femoral artery must have been severed.
-[doctor] Damn. -[man groaning]
Chloroform.
Breathe. Breathe.
Now spread the wound. I'll try to grab the artery.
Got it. Clamp.
Yes. There you go.
Okay.
The artery is not severed, only punctured.
I'll have to stitch it.
[church bell ringing]
You okay, Jeanne?
Yes.
I'll remove the clamps.
Disinfect it.
We'll close.
-[Suzanne] Are you the only surgeon here? -Yes.
But how will you manage?
-You won't be able to-- -To save everyone?
No.
I send some of them to the hospital in Pont-à-Mousson.
-For the rest of them, I'll manage. -[footsteps approach]
Doctor, when you have a moment, please come.
-I can't do it. -I'll be right there.
Can you secure the wound?
I'll be right back.
[patient screaming in agony]
[dramatic music playing]
You can do that too?
Yes.
Watch out.
Having you here will make my life easier.
There's a misunderstanding, Doctor. I'm sorry, but I'm not staying.
What do you mean by that?
I have a train to catch so I can meet my family in Switzerland.
A train? Are you serious?
Have you been outside?
-I have no choice. -You're right.
Take your train, you'll be better off.
Too bad for them.
-[sister] Can you answer me? -[patient] Yes.
[sister] Keep your eyes open. Don't close your eyes.
-[patient groaning] -[sister] Can you squeeze my hand?
-How long has he been unconscious? -Fifteen minutes.
Damn it!
-Aren't you even going to try? -It'll take me hours.
And he might not even survive.
These three, though, will make it out alive.
I'm doing what I can!
-Let's take him! -No!
I'll take these three with me
to the hospital at Pont-à-Mousson before I catch the train.
Now you're free to handle this one.
-[patient] What's wrong with my leg? -Go ahead. Good luck to you.
You as well.
Do as she says! Stretcher-bearer!
Take them out front. There's a car waiting for me.
Hurry up, move!
-[patient groaning] -[man] Take my hand.
You need to cooperate.
-[patients groaning] -[indistinct chatter]
[sweeping music playing]
[soldier groaning]
-[soldier] Where do we take him? -To the entrance.
-And so? -As I said, just soldiers.
No women have been admitted in the last 24 hours.
What about the nuns? Have you questioned any of them yet?
Uh, what for?
You think they're hiding a murderess?
[dramatic music playing]
Listen.
I called Paris.
When your bosses found out you were here, they were shocked.
Your wife is dead. I know.
But Suzanne Faure must be in Switzerland now.
You should go back to Paris, my friend, or you'll be in a world of trouble.
[Suzanne] Please, you must hurry!
[urging in French]
[sister speaking French]
[dramatic music swelling]
Where's your driver?
[driver] Hey!
-He's here! He's here! -Okay.
-[driver] Hey, I was just leaving! -[Suzanne] There's been a change of plans.
We have to drop these three men at the hospital in Pont-à-Mousson!
-[driver] But you might miss your train. -That's all right.
-[man] Lift him up. -[Suzanne] Go ahead.
Easy, don't hurt him. Put him down.
It's okay. I've got you.
Bring the other two.
Please, hurry!
[tense music playing]
[sniffing]
Open your mouth.
I'm almost there. Stick your tongue out.
-[Charles masturbating] -Perfect.
Oh, yes!
[moaning] Oh! Mmm!
[coughs] Ah, damn it!
Damn it!
Don't worry. You'll be back.
[Charles angrily] Shut the fuck up.
You talk too much! Shut your damn mouth!
-[slaps] -[exclaims]
-[Charles grunts] -[chokes]
[Charles] There…
-Oh! Don't move, you slut! -[breathing raggedly]
[choking]
[gasping] Stop!
[Charles] I like that!
-Stop! -[moans]
[wheezing]
[lively music playing on piano]
And?
-Feeling better? -[Charles] Yeah, it's fine.
She took it pretty well. I thought she was a little soft.
[laughing] You're never fucking satisfied, are you?
I give him the best one.
My own private whore.
A gift from the house, hmm? And he doesn't even thank me.
Ungrateful jerk!
Come on, go ahead, a customer's waiting.
You'll get the money tomorrow.
Don't forget to mention my shares when you sign the debt certificate, huh?
Don't worry about it. There won't be any problems.
You better be right, my friend.
Okay, cheers!
Cheers!
[door opens]
[door closes]
If I see any more of your dirty whores soliciting by the quarters,
I'll shut your dive down.
Understood?
[door opens and closes]
And you come with me. Gaston.
[door closes and locks]
I don't think you're the kind of whore who'd do extra work
behind my back with your ass in the brambles.
However…
I'd like to know what the hell you're doing
with a set of annotated maps of France.
Huh?
This…
This is a front line.
Right?
And here, these are troop positions.
Am I wrong?
You, you work for the Krauts.
No, calm down. That's nonsense.
-I'm not a spy. -Then who are you? Huh?
-Stop, stop, stop! -Tell me!
-What are you doing, huh? -Let go of me!
I'm looking for someone!
-Who? -That's none of your business!
[spits]
[yelps]
Give it to me.
Quite the opposite, you see.
I need to know everything about the girls who work for me.
Is this who you're looking for? A Saint-Cyrian?
Who is he?
Your brother?
Boyfriend?
No, can't be.
He's too young.
Then who is he?
Your son, maybe?
Go fuck yourself, asshole! I'm out!
No, no, no.
No, no, you stay with me, huh?
I'd rather keep a good earner like you, huh?
And you should be thankful.
The army would be far less lenient if they were to find this.
Give me back the photo!
-[hysterically] Give me back the photo! -[door opens]
[door closes]
[breathing raggedly]
Michel. Michel, look at me, keep talking.
-What's your daughter's name? -[weakly] Rose.
[Suzanne] Rose. How old is Rose?
-[weakly] Eight. -Eight years old.
What does she like?
-[weakly] Playing with a hoop… -[laughs]
-[somber music playing] -[Michel groaning]
[doctor] Call me when he wakes up.
[Geneviève] If you don't eat, you won't have strength to fight.
Come on, open your mouth.
What's the matter, sister?
He'll do anything to avoid going back to the front line.
-There's three others like him. -Show them to me.
There's this one.
There's that one too.
Here.
And the last one over there with Mother Agnès.
Doctor Bruand told me their wounds had healed.
I've never seen this patient.
He's a soldier I found in the forest.
He doesn't speak anymore. He's traumatized.
[sighs] We all are, Mother.
I'm sorry, friend. You can't stay here.
You're going back tomorrow and so are the other three.
-No! These men are not fit to fight. -They've recovered physically.
And my job is to make space for those who need treatment.
Their souls are not healed.
Be wary of playing God, Doctor.
Yeah, you're right. I can't do miracles.
Nor can you.
[somber music playing]
Was I wrong, Mother?
[Agnès] God help me.
Be my guide.
These men don't have the strength to fight anymore.
I can't let them return to battle. They wouldn't survive.
I beg you, give me a sign.
Help me.
What should I do?
LAVEYRE BREWERY
[indistinct chatter]
-[indistinct chatter] -[machinery clinking]
-[worker 1] No, not that one. -[worker 2] Okay, go, one, two, three.
-Come on! -[indistinct chatter continues]
They've agreed to finish the job.
We're making good progress. We should deliver tomorrow as planned.
And the Laveyre company will pay us.
That should satisfy the bank until we can find new clients.
No need to convert the factory.
That's wonderful, Caroline.
And I'll be able to, um, to head back to Paris.
[sinister music playing]
[Charles] If she gets paid for this order, I'm done for, Marcel.
[Marcel on phone] That'll teach you to underestimate women.
[Charles] You have to help me.
-Who's the client? -[Charles] The Laveyre Brewery.
I'll take care of it. But it's five percent on top of the ten.
All right, but don't waste time, or I'll be deployed in five days.
[Marcel laughs] Jesus.
If everyone was like you, we'd have lost the war already.
Come on, relax. It'll be over by tonight.
Thank you, Marcel.
I'm counting on you.
Take this.
Go.
I bet it's her son.
Who cares who it is?
We can't trust her. And she'll get us in trouble.
You want me to take care of it?
No, not yet.
In four days, I'm getting some dope delivered.
We gotta lay low.
Yeah, well, let's head to the army quarters.
[soldiers clamoring indistinctly]
-[Marcel] Want a taste? -Mmm-hmm.
There.
I'll be back soon with something new.
Heroin. Heard of it?
I swear you won't worry about anything with this stuff.
Tell me.
This man right here.
Do you know where he is?
Mmm-hmm.
It's Colin de Régnier. He's an officer, a Saint-Cyrian.
[soldier playing guitar in background]
Be careful. He's a friend of Léon, the general's son.
Over there with the guitar.
Yeah, thanks.
-Hi, guys! -[soldier] Salut!
-Tobacco! Tobacco! -[soldiers exclaiming in French]
Hi! Tobacco. A gift from the Dumont house!
Hmm?
-[worker 1] Bravo! -[worker 2] Bravo!
[children laughing and chatting]
[worker] Bravo, Madame Dewitt!
[Caroline] Ladies.
I would like to thank you and congratulate you.
I'm sure we'll do great things together.
-We're doing just as well as the men did. -[all laugh]
When they return, they'll cook for us!
You'll be paid tomorrow as soon as Mr. Laveyre receives the trucks.
[sinister music playing]
[cork pops]
Sincere congratulations, Caroline!
You fulfilled the order. It was rather unexpected.
Thank you, Charles.
[sinister music continues]
-To you. -[phone ringing]
To us.
-[ringing continues] -[footsteps approaching]
-[ringing stops] -[Germaine] Hello?
Very well, one moment, please.
Ma'am.
Mr. Laveyre, from the brewery.
[Caroline] Yes?
Pardon me?
What do you mean you can't pay for the order?
What am I going to do with those trucks? Hello?
Hello!
Any problem?
They cancelled the order.
[grave music playing]
[soldier groaning]
[soldier muttering and groaning]
[sister] Here. Sit down. Like that.
You can go there.
-You'll be fine. -[sister] I'll tuck you in.
You don't answer to the State anymore…
but to the Church.
You don't have to worry now.
[indistinct chatter]
[church bell ringing]
[sighs heavily]
[footsteps approach]
[chair slides]
Is that soldier with the wounded abdomen still alive?
Yes, thanks to you.
And your men?
I left them in proper hands.
Did you miss your train?
No.
Do you still need me here?
Yes.
[Agnès] Jeanne?
She decided to stay and help us.
If you don't mind.
Would you be willing to accommodate her?
Of course.
Thank you.
[Agnès] Thank you.
[soldier 1] Reinforce the roadblocks along the Pont-à-Mousson road here and there.
I want more soldiers, okay? At least double the number of men.
[soldier 2] Yes, sir.
Evening.
Good evening.
I'm here regarding the Porçon family.
What happened was tragic.
Young Lisette used to bring us milk every morning.
I was also very attached to her.
Is the army or you going to repatriate the bodies?
They deserve a proper burial.
I understand. I will speak to the general. I promise to take care of it.
Thank you, Major.
Mother?
We had a visit from a Parisian detective.
He was looking for a fugitive, a murderess.
How can I assist?
She had an accomplice who was found dead on the Porçon farm.
-Does it mean anything to you? -What did she look like, this woman?
Uh, in her 20s. I hear she's pretty.
What's her name?
Suzanne Faure.
No.
I'm sorry.
It's a good thing you stayed.
We need people like you here.
You're welcome.
[sisters praying indistinctly]
You can sleep here.
Thank you.
Were you close to Lisette's family?
No.
I didn't know them.
Why, then, were you at the farm?
I was heading east when I heard gunshots and screams.
I wanted to go and help.
The rules of the convent are simple. Rise at four o'clock and meals in silence.
-Good night, Jeanne. -Good night.
[dramatic music playing]
[dramatic music continues]
-[operator] How may I help? -The Salpêtrière in Paris, please.
I'll put you through.
[woman] Hello?
Sister Pélagie?
-[Pélagie] Speaking. -Yes, it's Mother Agnès from Saint-Paulin.
[Pélagie] Good evening, Mother.
I need information regarding one of your nurses.
[Pélagie] Yes, which nurse?
Jeanne Charrier.
[Pélagie] Very well, I'll call you back as soon as I have information.
-Goodbye, Mother. -Thank you.
-[women squealing and laughing] -[indistinct chatter]
[sighs]
[water splashing]
You've got a customer.
[intriguing music playing]
[patrons cheering and clamoring]
[man] Hey, whoa, whoa! Seriously?
[Marcel] Look! She's here.
[dramatic music playing]
[crowd singing "Happy Birthday" in French]
[dramatic music building]
[sweeping music playing]