Claude.
Put these clothes on.
Take only the back roads.
The Germans are coming from the east, so head south to Brussels.
- Yes, Father. - God be with you, Claude.
Champagne... very nice.
You must join me, Doctor Stahl.
- Get another glass. - With pleasure.
It's for Stahl.
This one... and this one...
...to Carinhall.
And this will be a present for the Fuhrer in Berchtesgaden.
What else, Doctor Stahl?
Granger?
Worried was me for minute.
I thought maybe Vichy were you or I was wrong spot.
When I see Hitler, I'll be sure to give him your best...
Captain.
My family were home builders...
...my father, his father.
I wanted a simpler life.
Yeah.
It is noble when work in dirt.
I see you, Stahl!
Where will you hide?
I see you!
Hoping was I to speak about art...
the stolen art.
Yeah?
I'd like to forcefully introduce myself. I am James Granger...
...and I'm the curator of Medieval art at the Met...
I know who you are.
Then you know I'd like to help.
I know nothing.
What was taken?
The bust of Charlemagne, the shrine holding the robe of Mary.
Okay. How far east?
I heard one commandant mention the town of Merkers.
- Merkers? - Sir, please... we have no quarrel with you.
- And we have none with you. - Let us have them back, don't keep them.
Father...
Put the Germans in the truck.
Give them some bread.
Be careful with those paintings.
Touch only the frames.
The frames we can replace.