The Train (1964 film)
The Train is a 1964 war film based on the non-fiction book Le front de l'art by Rose Valland. The film is set in 1944 and tells the story of a German colonel who loads a train with stolen French art treasures to send to Germany. The Resistance must stop it without damaging the cargo.
- Well, hurry it up. We're working on a locomotive, not a pocketwatch.
- You crazy bastard.
Col. Franz von WaldheimEdit
- [last words] Labiche! Here's your prize, Labiche. Some of the greatest paintings in the world. Does it please you, Labiche? You feel a sense of excitement at just being near them? A painting means as much to you as a string of pearls to an ape. You won by sheer luck. You stopped me without knowing what you were doing or why. You are nothing, Labiche. A lump of flesh. The paintings are mine. They always will be. Beauty belongs to the man who can appreciate it. They will always belong to me, or a man like me. Now, this minute, you couldn't tell me why you did what you did.
- Miss Villard: I knew of books being burned, other things... I was terrified that these would be lost.
- Colonel von Waldheim: A book is worth a few francs; we Germans can afford to destroy those. We all may not appreciate artistic merit, but cash value is another matter.
- Miss Villard: You won't convince me that you're cynical. I know what these paintings mean to you.
- Colonel von Waldheim: You are a perceptive woman.
- [Schmidt enters, with several other soldiers.]
- Colonel von Waldheim: We're removing the paintings. Pack them carefully.
- Miss Villard: Where are you taking them?!
- Colonel von Waldheim: To a safe place.
- Miss Villard: But no place is as safe as Paris!
- Labiche: [attempting to save Papa Boule, whom the Germans want to execute for committing sabotage] He's just an old man. He didn't know what he was doing. Don't worry - I'll get your train through for you.
- Papa Boule: [to Labiche] His train? His? It's my train! I know what I'm doing. Do you?
- Labiche: Thank you.
- Christine: I don't want your thanks. If they'd caught me helping you, I would have been shot.
- Labiche: I know. I'm sorry.
- Christine: You think you can just run in and out of here and make trouble? I run a hotel, not a madhouse. Who's going to pay for the door? Who's going to pay for the lock? Do you think money grows on trees?
- Labiche: There's a war...
- Christine: You talk about the war. I talk about what it costs!
- Labiche: I'll be leaving in a few hours. You can go back to your good customers.
- Christine: They pay. That's what I'm in business for.
- Labiche: You should be paid. How much for the damage?
- Christine: One hundred francs.
- [He pays her.]
- Labiche: How much for saving my life?
- One man's impossible mission - to save his country's priceless treasures!
- It carried their hopes, their nation's honour!