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Is anyone there?
Help!
Is there a doctor?
Help! Help! Doctor!
-Yes, ma'am? -You need to attend to my son!
Now!
-What happened? -He crushed his hand!
How did it happen?
I… I need to look at it. Let me see. Let me see.
No! No, no! Don't touch… No! Don't touch! No!
He needs surgery now.
Wait here, please.
Breathe.
Let me see.
Okay.
Ahh! It's too painful.
All the bones are crushed. I can't save it. We need to amputate.
-No! -Calm down.
No, doctor, please! I beg you, sir!
-No! -Chloroform!
No!
-Chloroform! -No!
EPISODE 6
What is this smoke?
It smells like chlorine!
Fall back!
-Chlorine! -Fall back!
The Germans!
-Fall back! Let's go! -The Germans!
Saint John tells us not to deny the love of God.
On the contrary,
let Him abide within us, and let Him remain pure and perfect in us.
Amen.
Hurry! Wounded soldiers have arrived again!
Bring the stretchers!
Come help!
Put them upstairs.
Doctor!
Hey! Hey! What happened? Tell me where it hurts!
Gas…
They used gas on us.
How many losses are there?
Twenty soldiers in less than an hour.
All suffering from respiratory distress which worsens by the hour.
They're dropping like flies.
As if the gas is eating them from within.
All I can do is ease their suffering with oxygen and atropine.
I must speak with your husband, ma'am.
Oh, why is that?
I need an aviator to conduct reconnaissance flights.
He's in no condition to fly.
He's the only one we have at our disposal.
We really need him.
Go and get him.
I saw you with Father Vautrin last night.
Yes, the Reverend Father has kindly agreed to help me prepare for my vows.
After midnight?
Are you sure there's nothing else?
You can talk to me.
I'm here for you.
I can hear everything, my child.
Father Vautrin is my guide on the path to the Lord.
All men of God do that.
What do men of God do?
Geneviève?
Geneviève!
You need to talk to me.
It's a divine act.
He wants you to believe that.
-Please leave me alone. -No, I can't!
Geneviève, look at me.
What he's doing to you, it's… it's forbidden.
It's a crime!
Are you jealous?
-Because he's interested in me? -No, not at all.
My child…
-Mother Agnès, what's going on? -It's Geneviève.
Tell me.
Father Vautrin abuses her.
He uses her faith to manipulate her.
I'll go to the diocese
to report him.
Did she tell you anything? Do you have proof?
Without her testimony, there's not much you can do.
You have to convince her to talk.
And your soldier, where is he?
He left.
God, I was ready to give up my vows.
But last night you called me back.
I will denounce infamy.
No man, whoever he may be, shall harm Geneviève
and tarnish the image of the Church.
Please, give me the strength to fight.
Evacuate the gas casualties first!
I'm here! I'll help you!
I'm here, too! There's space in my ambulance!
Quick! Quick!
Hurry!
Hey, Colin.
All is well?
That is some putrid shit the Krauts used.
Do you have a minute? I've got something to tell you.
Do you know the difference between a son of an ambulance driver,
a son of a whore,
and a Saint-Cyrian?
There isn't one.
I'm not sure what you're talking about.
Mmm, don't you find it strange that the redhead's been following you around?
-Marguerite? -Mmm.
Yeah, Marguerite.
Here.
This is the public assistant number.
I suggest you give them a call. They'll have a thing or two to tell you.
This war with the Germans is getting dirtier and dirtier.
This is the first time they've used gas to push us back.
We have a major offensive planned against the Germans.
The attack plans are ready, but the gas has jeopardized everything.
We have to find out where they store their gas and how much they have.
It's impossible for us to plan our next offensive without this information.
I'll do a reconnaissance flight.
As soon as possible.
Poincaré's battalions will soon be here.
Yes, General.
It seems you're famous now.
FOUR WOMEN AT THE SERVICE OF FRANCE
If people knew that one of their heroines was beaten by her husband…
You're completely wrong.
Jeanne.
I'm a doctor, remember.
That wasn't from your fall.
-You should mind your own business. -You deserve better.
If you need, I'm here.
Geneviève.
How long has it been going on?
When was your last menstruation?
Three months ago.
You're pregnant.
No one needs to know about this.
Whatever you decide, I'll support you, don't worry.
But he mustn't find out that I know.
Mrs. Dewitt? Morning.
Good morning.
How is he?
They had to amputate his hand.
I received a telegram from Paris.
Your son should have produced the documents
confirming his status as the director of an arms factory yesterday.
Otherwise, he would be expected to report to the barracks.
I don't understand.
My son works at the Ministry of War.
-He can't be drafted. -That's not the information I received.
Anyway, don't worry, with only one hand, he will be exempt.
How did it happen?
He was injured while handling a press.
It's strange, because he doesn't typically operate the equipment, does he?
Mrs. Dewitt, did you know that self-injury is punishable by prison?
My son builds ambulances
to help rescue soldiers.
-That's why he lost his hand. -I understand.
When did you stop working at the ministry?
I was dismissed
six months ago.
You didn't have to do this to avoid the war.
Victor died on the battlefront.
The factory is yours.
They need beds. You're being discharged today.
Mr. Dewitt will now manage the factory.
As soon as he recovers, he'll take over from me.
But the factory is yours, Mrs. Dewitt!
-No one else! -I'm not the direct heiress, Denise.
-Charles Dewitt knows nothing! -True.
He doesn't give a shit about the factory or he wouldn't have left Saint-Paulin.
I agree, that Parisian, he'll never know how to run it.
And the only time he touched a machine, he lost a hand.
What was he doing here in the middle of night?
Ladies, please. Come on.
Who says he'll keep us, anyway?
I came to tell you that your jobs are secure.
You have my word.
Now, please return to your stations.
Our soldiers need our vehicles.
Come on, ladies. To your stations.
How is Charles?
I took him back home.
He was amputated.
I'm very sorry.
Really?
You hid my son's death from me.
I trusted you, Caroline.
You feared for your position as head of the factory--
You are wrong.
I did it to save what Victor has built.
I'm not going to throw you out. There's Madeleine.
But if I could, I would.
Mother!
What are you doing sitting on the ground, my darling?
Uncle Charles scares me. He won't stop yelling.
Yes, I know.
I'm sorry.
We'll take good care of him and he'll quiet down.
Raise your head. Lift your head.
There you go.
Mom.
-Stop. -Mom.
-Stop, you're hurting me! -Mom!
No! Enough!
You're hurting me, Charles, stop!
Stay with me.
Sorry. Sorry, Mom.
I need you.
-You need to rest. -Mom, stay.
-You need to rest! -Stay. Stay with me.
I said rest!
At least you could have stayed.
-You would have been exempted. -Yes, but I have to go, anyway.
I'm an engineer and I can help France differently.
You understand, right?
-Hmm? -Mmm-hmm.
Don't worry. I'll be back in a month.
Hey.
I promise.
Stay here, sweetheart.
Yes, Denise?
It's… It's Florence.
The ambulance driver spotted a house.
Requisitioned by the headquarters.
And they're asking us to go and see it tonight.
It will distract us.
We all need it, don't we?
It would be nice if you came with us.
That's sweet, but I don't think so.
Marguerite isn't well. Marcel told Colin everything.
She went to see him at the quarters.
She may need some support when she gets back.
I'm looking for Colin. Where is he?
It's not the best time. He's not doing well.
Please, I have to talk to him.
Come with me.
Colin.
No.
No, wait!
Wait!
I got pregnant when I was 17 by a man I loved dearly.
When he found out, he left me and never came back.
When my father found out about it, he told me that I had shamed the family
and kicked me out.
I had to give birth to you alone in a maid's quarters.
The first few months, we spent them together,
but in living conditions that were so difficult…
I barely had enough to feed you.
And then things got worse,
so I had no choice.
I began selling myself.
Yeah.
I did it because we had nothing and I wanted you to have everything!
Understand?
I wanted you to have a chance to make it!
And I couldn't give you the life you deserved!
But being separated from you…
I never got over it.
Never, I swear!
I never stopped loving you!
Four years ago, I tracked you down, thanks to someone from welfare.
Colin, I've been watching over you from a distance for four years
without daring to talk to you.
So when the war broke out--
When the war broke out, what? Huh? What?
You thought you were gonna find me to clear your conscience, right?
I just wanted to make your acquaintance.
I never planned on telling you who I was.
You weren't supposed to find out like this.
I'm sorry, Colin--
-No! No, no, no! No! -I'm so sorry!
-Evening, Mrs. Dewitt. -Good evening.
Come join us, Denise. This is Mrs. Dewitt.
I'm glad you ended up coming.
We're all here.
Something to drink?
-With pleasure, thanks. -Come on! It'll be soothing.
-Thank you. -It will do you good.
-To you. -To you!
And to us!
To us girls!
Irene, can you pass me some pie?
I'm glad the general found you this house.
I'm sorry about Colin.
He should never have found out like that.
He'll never forgive me.
Give him time, you know.
One day he'll understand.
It's not a good idea.
-Hey, darling, how are you? -Let go of me.
-It's been a while since we've seen you. -Let go of me!
Ahh!
-What the hell are you doing here? -I need to talk to Marcel.
-He's busy. -It's about Marguerite.
-Thank you, Bernard. -Marcel. I'll let you know.
Very well.
What do you want?
-It's Marguerite. -What about her?
I saw her do things with the Dewitt lady.
And you know what? I have a feeling it's not a new thing.
They seem to know each other quite well.
Mrs. Dewitt might be a former whore.
With her frigid attitude, her beautiful car, and house…
It shouldn't be difficult to check the official lists, right?
Once you're registered, it's for life.
What?
Mr. Marcel Dumont on the phone.
-Hello? -Hi, Charles.
I have information for you.
Your sister-in-law, she's a former whore.
And one of my girls saw her screwing an ambulance driver, the redhead.
You should have killed her, Charles, instead of messing up your hand.
Please send my condolences to your mother.
The Germans store their gas in a warehouse here.
It's full to the brim.
They have enough to gas us for days on end.
I took the liberty of flying a little further
and I was able to see troops heading towards Saint-Paulin.
There are five times more German regiments than you estimated.
They want to weaken us with gas while they wait for reinforcements
and launch a major offensive on Saint-Paulin.
They're far more prepared than us. The warehouse must be destroyed.
With all due respect, General, this is a suicide mission.
With the gas, the men won't stand a chance
of crossing the forest and reaching the warehouse.
We have no choice.
Launch the operation.
Yes, sir, General.
Mr. Charrier, show me where the German troops are positioned.
We'll have to rethink our next offensive.
Karl, it's me.
The intel you asked me about, the next offensive?
It's okay, I have it.
I hope you didn't miss this time.
Claudine really wants to see her father.
Let's reconvene tomorrow at 3:00 p.m. at the meeting place.
Don't disappoint me, Lucien.
This is your last chance.
Jeanne.
I'll be right back.
Get ready now. We're leaving.
Not now.
-I have to take care of the wounded. -We are leaving in five minutes!
If all goes well, I won't need you after this.
Once this dressing's done, I'll join you.
You'd better.
Hey!
Don't touch her again.
Okay?
Very well.
Don't touch her! Don't touch her!
Let's go.
Soldiers! The headquarters dispatched a pilot.
We've confirmed the location of the gas storage.
The mission is clear and simple.
Destroy the building and return.
-Is that clear to everyone? -Yes, Captain!
What about the gas?
That is precisely why we're going to destroy their warehouse, soldier.
At the ready. We leave now.
Company, attention!
Forward, march!
This is suicide.
Let's go! Let's go! Speed up.
Forwards, forwards. Forward.
Ahh!
-Take cover! -Take cover!
Take cover!
Gus, grenade. Gus…
Colin! Grenade!
Come on! Help me!
Come on! Open fire!
-Forward! -Open fire!
Soldiers, forward!
Get up! Come on!
Move it! Move it! Go forward!
Forward! Come on!
-Forward! -Colin! Colin! Colin!
Let go of me! Let go of me!
Get up! Soldier, that's an order! Get up now!
Fuck! Gas!
-Gas. -Gus! Gus!
No, let's go back! I can't! I need to get back!
-Gus! Gus! You stay right there! -I can't. I can't.
-Get down! -We're going to die! Let's go back!
-In position! -Colin, control your men! Hold position!
-No! I'm going back! -Nobody move!
-Colin, control your men! -Fall in, soldiers!
Shoot them! Shoot them for God's sake!
No! No, no, no! No!
Hold your position, damn it!
Fall back! Go! Fall back!
Come on! Fall back!
-Let's go! -Fall back!
Lower down!
Charles.
You're supposed to be in bed.
-Yes, but I'm hungry. -Thank you.
Germaine will bring something to you upstairs.
No, thanks. I want to eat here.
Germaine.
Please set a place for me.
Yes, sir.
Go ahead while it's warm.
Good evening, Caroline.
Good evening, Charles.
How are you? How are you holding up?
Are you coping with the loss of my brother?
How was your little party with the ambulance drivers?
Was it fun?
Huh?
Nothing to say?
Anyway, you're a real fighter.
By the way,
who's that red-haired woman who often visits here?
What are you doing together?
It's nothing, Charles.
Mother, did you know that Caroline was cheating on Victor
with a woman?
What are you talking about?
A former prostitute.
Just like her.
A former whore.
A whore by profession.
She was so careful not to let us find out.
Is that true?
Victor knew all about my past.
I never cheated on my husband with another man or woman.
You just waited for him to die
to fuck your pretty redhead.
It was just a kiss from a friend.
Get out.
Tomorrow morning, you will leave this house for good.
I said get out!
Geneviève.
Come and join me.
I waited for you this morning.
You didn't come.
What's going on, my sweet Geneviève?
I don't want to do this anymore.
I thought that you wanted to take your holy vows.
Did you speak to anyone?
I'm pregnant.
God says, "Take your only son, the one you love, Isaac,
and offer him as a sacrifice."
God sometimes asks us to make sacrifices to please Him.
He is testing us.
Do you understand, Geneviève?
You want to sacrifice the child?
But…
God will punish us for this!
This child is one of sin, your sin, Geneviève.
God knows very well you didn't give yourself to me for His love, but by lust.
Everything about you is rotten, Geneviève.
You are a filthy vixen who leads men into temptation!
The only way to save your soul from damnation
is to erase your mistake.
Tomorrow, someone will take you to Pont-à-Mousson,
and there,
a woman will take care of your problem.
And you'll be fine!
Geneviève! Geneviève!
What's the matter, my child?
Talk to me! What's going on?
Father Vautrin, he came to see me. He wants…
He wants to sacrifice my child to save my soul, and…
And…
To save your soul, Geneviève?
He just wants to get rid of the evidence.
And you know it!
It has nothing to do with sacrifice.
He abused you.
He raped you.
You have done nothing wrong, my child.
I know what you did to Geneviève.
How could you?
You are despicable!
Only God can judge men.
Do you think you are God, Mother Agnès?
God has already judged you.
And I'll ensure that the diocese does the same.
Hmm.
I wouldn't venture down that road if I were you.
As in the kingdom of sins,
everyone is guilty.
And if you go to the diocese…
don't forget to tell them that you broke your vows.
With a German.
Hmm?
A spy, who knows?
It was moving…
to witness your first time.
Hmm?
Think about it.
Do not jeopardize the peace of the convent.
Let's keep the peace…
since you and I have done nothing wrong.
Help! Help!
Help me!
Help! Please help! Help!