principally
devoid of conscience.
Well, I don't know...
You're not going to treat
a stone on the road
or a wall you run into
as a being like you.
Great.
You know, Pastor, your place
is in Rome, with the tribunes.
But even here, I catch you red-handed.
So, according to you,
to denounce
everything base and horrible in man
is possible?
Yes, of course, but not what was
inborn, only the acquired.
Fine. I was telling you that
I was a journalist before my arrest.
And my reports
had been banned
both by the Nazis and the Church.
As for the Church, apparently
it was against you
because you were wrong
in treating the nature of man
too severely.
No, I wasn't treating the man.
I was showing the world
of thieves and prostitutes.
The Hitlerites considered it
a slander against the supreme race,
and the Church a slander against
the man.
I'm not afraid of the truth.
You are. All right, maybe not you,
but your colleagues.
I was showing the wretched, the fallen,
who wanted to go to church,
but the Church pushed them away,
because the flock didn't want
to accept the fallen in church
and the pastor never went
against his flock.
It's hard for the pastor
to go against his flock.
But he shouldn't go after
his flock either.
I'm not condemning you for the truth.
I disagree with you about
the prognosis for the man's future.
In your argumentation you're not so
much a pastor as a politician.
And in each man
you only see a politician.
It's like seeing
in a slide-rule
just a tool
for driving nails in.
Besides, you... you get very
nervous when you argue.
But you shouldn't, you're with
a friend.
No...
I get nervous not because of our
argument.
You see...
I would like to...
get in contact with my comrades.
But I don't know...
you...
you...
Come on, speak up, speak up.
I've saved you from the pursuit
and I will help you
find your comrades.
But you're still too weak.
You're not ready yet for your struggle.
I can't let you go like this.
You should first get strong.
You had nothing to smoke at
the pastor's.
I was just suffering without tobacco.
The old man is a great talker,
but I felt like hanging myself
with nothing to smoke.
But how do you...
When you smoke,
you begin to cough,
haven't you noticed it?
Really?
No, I haven't noticed.
Well...
So you're sure that
the old man will put you in contact?
Yes.
He will do
anything for me.
Actually, the fact he was hiding
a fugitive from the concentration camp
speaks eloquently of his
attitude towards the regime.
More than anything, I love to work
with intellectuals and the clergy.
It's just amazing to see a man
willingly going to his death.
Sometimes I felt like yelling to him:
"Stop! Where are you going, you fool?"
Have you got any canned fish?
I'm just going mad without fish.
Nervous cells, you know,
need phosphorus.
I will get good
canned fish for you.
- Which do you prefer?
- I like it in oil.
- Domestic or?
- The latter.
It may be not patriotic,
but I prefer
foodstuffs and drinks made
either in America or in France.
I'll get you a box
of real French sardines.
Thank you.
They're in olive oil, very spicy
and contain a lot of phosphorus.
I looked at your file yesterday.
I would pay a lot
if only I could have a peek at it.
It's not as interesting as it may seem.
When you laugh,
when you talk
or complain about your bad liver,
it makes an impression, especially
when one knows you've carried
out an intricate operation.
But your file is boring.
Just reports and denunciations.
Everything's mixed up:
Your reports, reports on you.
No, it's not interesting.
Something else is intriguing.
I have calculated
that on your denunciations,
on your initiative,
97 persons have been arrested.
And none of them said one word
about you.
Absolutely none.
Though they did quite a job
on them in the Gestapo.
Why are you telling me this?
I don't know.
Sort of trying to analyze it.
Did you feel any