All language subtitles for Après.la.guerre.Eng

AFTER THE WAR

Hey.

Be careful. You can't stay here. You'll get killed.

Just close the door!

We can't wait for the brats forever.

We need to practice the salute for the Americans.

He's always disappearing when he's needed.

They going to hear about it...

I didn't hide him.

Ready? Set! We'll practice without drum and trumpet.

Ready --- Set --- Go!

That worked fine. They didn't see us.

Yeah!

Making a flag out of these rags --- that's so typical, Josyane.

And you? Don't you think Mama'd notice her rouge being used by you and H�l�ne?

~ Maybe. But you should keep quiet anyway.
~ I won't say anything.

Don't you think that the Americans will notice Michelle's girls?

Rascal!

Your stamp is too big for all the stars.

Why? How many are there?

I don't know. A lot.

Hi. How do you like my dress? Is the girl pretty?

Very very beautiful!

H�l�ne? Do you know how many stars there are on the American flag?

~ What?
~ How many stars are on the flag?

Heaps. As many as the soldiers
that will march on the high street.

All of them good looking. Why don't you ask Papa?

~ As mayor, he ought to know.
~ OK.

...and so we are telling your victorious armies that we are free now!

~ Papa?
~ What's up?

How many stars are on the American flag?

Let's see! There is one star for each state, right?!

And every star is a symbol.

~ And how many are there?
~ 48, my dear.

Is that right?

If Mama says so, yes! There are 48 stars on the American flag.

Thank you, Mama.

Well?

~ Here we won't miss them.
~ We'll be the first to see them coming.

We'll be thrown out of the band anyway.

So what? In two weeks we're out of here.

You, maybe, but what about me? I have to help Dad in the butcher shop.

When the war's over, I'll return to my Mom in Lyon.

And when I'm older I'll join the circus in Paris.

As a clown?

No, you twit. As a freedom fighter with a slingshot!

Can you hear that?

They're here. Finally.

Yeah! Hurray! There they are! Let's go!

Hold my trumpet, will you.

~ You left your drum.
~ So what!

They're here. The Americans are here.

What do they think they're doing?

You shitty pants. Just wait!

YOU LITTLE PIGS! That's our job!

Bastards!

~ What's up? ~ You just heard it. You can come down now.

The Americans are here! With a lot of tanks!

We saw them! They're here!

Finally! Hurray!

~ They're here, finally.
~ The Americans are here.

Look who's here! Can we prevent you from talking rubbish?

~ Let him finish.
~ What are you saying? What did you see?

The Americans! We saw their tanks!

~ And where did you see them?
~ On the hill.

We saw them first, even before Robert and his troop.

Is that right, Gaby?

Yes, Papa. I swear!

My God! That's some news!

Let's go, so that we won't miss them.

~ They're finally here. I'll tell Dad now.
~ Oh no!

Shit!

~ Papa, they're here!
~ Mama, can we go there?

Now what? Look at this.

I am begging you, just stitch any bottom to the trousers. And hurry.

Just relax. Your Americans won't just march past.

Attention! Just repeat after me: Welcome to Americans!

Excuse us, Mr. le Blau. Pardon, Mr. le Blau.

Please give us some space.

Get into position, gentlemen. Please.

The small ones to the front. Small ones to the front!

And you? Where's your drum?

How many tanks were there?

We didn't count them, but it was a long column.

And the mayor? What's keeping your father?

My dad's on the way.

That's near Robert's barn.

~ What was that?
~ Caliber 75.

~ They won't shoot at us, will they?
~ In any case, this is a 75er.

Are you sure you saw Americans?

We did see tanks.

DAMN! It's the Germans! GO ON! HIDE! DAMN IT!

Put your hat on. And follow me quickly.

Andr?

~ Oh, crap!
~ Hey. Wait for me.

Andr?..

PAPA!

Please look at me! My God! They killed him!

HELP US!

HELP US! HELP US!

Those urchins are the devil's spawn. Doesn't surprise me, with their background!

That's enough.

Without their bikes, they can't get far.

Far or not, if I catch them I'll make them remember the "Americans"!

I'll punish them for their pranks!

But Victor, it wasn't deliberate.

You can't be sure about that.

We'll find out.

~ Didn't you find your son yet, Paul?
~ Not yet. But punishment awaits him.

I am telling you two...

that it would be better for everybody involved, if this weren't done deliberately.

This is more severe than stealing melons from the widow Perault. It's you who's responsible.

Responsibility. Bah! These two are my nephews, not my sons.

To shelter them here was bad enough. I've been feeding them for three years now.

And why? Just so their Mom could screw every German in Lyon.

Fantastic. No more money for them, I swear!

Nevertheless, she's sending money.

I think they persuaded Gaby. It wouldn't have been possible otherwise.

Your offspring is valued higher than the others, Mr. Butcher?

That's not what I meant.

If they did it deliberately, I'll send Gaby straight into a seminary.

But I don't think that my boy has enough imagination for something like this. That's my opinion.

Do you have the urchins' IDs?

Madeleine, give them to him.

Maybe they want to return to their mother...

If we haven't found them by tomorrow, I can contact Lyon to assist with the search.

Why not do it now? If you catch them, I won't pay for "holidays" in the seminary.

Put them into reformatory, right now. You can have my written consent, here and now.

Victor!

What Victor?! Shall we crown them, instead?

Antoine Adrian Morant, son of Elaine Adelaide Toulise
and Jean Morant, I'll just write this down.

And then Julien Claude Toulise...

...not the same last name?

Antoine is from Elaine's first marriage.

A nice marriage! The father left for the Isle de Rey, when the baby was barely six months old. The mother got divorced.

I'd rather not know who the second boy is from. There was no "buyer" for him. Father unknown, as stated there.

He goes by her maiden name.

He goes by her prostitute's name, so that the whole region can laugh about it.

He is a worthless prostitute's son. That's my view.

That's your view --- because of this we have a dead mayor on our hands.

And? I didn't force him to run into the street with the flag.

Now you are talking rubbish.

No, I am NOT talking rubbish. Nobody forced him.

No, you drank too much.

Well?

Hop on. The police are in the house. We should disappear.

They think we did it deliberately.

But it wasn't our fault. We didn't kill the mayor.

Just tell them that!

Where are we going now?

~ How about Lyon to see Mom?
~ That's far away.

So what? It's not you who has to pedal.

Watch your mouth!

Antoine, please stop. My feet are killing me.

Why? We're resting the whole time. It's been less than 10 kilometres.

Carry your brother instead of me ---then you'll see.

I'm stopping now. Julien, get off.

~ Where are we?
~ At a nice place to pee.

Your father is wrong --- sometimes you have good ideas.

Is it okay with your mom if I come along?

Don't worry about that. We just have to watch for the police.

Even if it isn't, I don't care. I know now where my dad is.

~ Is that right?
~ And where is he?

On the Isle de Rey. But it's my dad who's there, not yours, Julien.

~ What's up?
~ Might be the police.

Crouch down!

Look at them. They are really beaten.

No wonder. The British and Americans are kicking their butts.

There's still a lot of them.

So what? The Americans have at least one million. And the British and de Gaulle on top of that.

With all of those, Hitler's toast.

~ Why didn't they come sooner?
~ Because of bad weather.

~ Look. There are bikes.
~ Yes.

Shit. Shit, they saw the police bikes.

Just our luck.

Shitheads.

These damned German pigs.

Stop! The cow --- it wants to eat me.

Shit. We fell asleep.

Are you crazy to make such a racket? You frightened me. Use your head.

Easy for you to say, the cow had its tongue all over me.

Only to lick your head like it would with a calf.

Julien, since she knows you already, could you ask her for some milk? I'd like to have breakfast now.

No, I'm not dumb. It'd just kick me.

I know how to do it. It's real easy. But where'll we put it?

We need to find something.

Stop. It's too full already. We need to hurry, the cap won't hold it. Hurry up and drink.

~ Who goes first?
~ You! It's your cap.

Haha. I bet there are lice in it.

Idiot. You'd see them floating, if I had any.

Fresh milk from a cow. That's superb.

It's even warm. Only sugar is missing.

With a bit of red wine, it would have been even better.

Look, down there. A farm.

And? What about it?

Maybe we could get something. We creep up from behind. Julien, you stand guard here.

Why is it always me?

Because you need to pick blackberries for dessert.

So you say --- if I find any, I'm eating them myself.

~ Wow. Direct hit.
~ Maybe we can find some eggs, too.

~ There are two.
~ Just look what I've found.

What are you two doing there?

Are you stealing my eggs? Bastards! This is outrageous! Don't even budge!

We wanted to buy them, sir. I swear.

Two dozen and even a chicken, you rascal. You will pay for them, you or your father.

Come on, get a move, Shithead.

Not my father, sir. I don't want to join a seminary.

That's your problem. Get a move on.

Julien!

Where is the jerk? Answer me!

Shit.

Hey, Julien!

Julien? Julien?!

~ Over here.
~ Ah, there you are.

~ Come here, Julien.
~ Not too many blackberries here.

We have to get away from here right now. Come and I'll tell you why.

~ OK, but where's Gaby?
~ He got caught, the farmer noticed us.

Start running, you slug.

Great that you found food, since there weren't many blackberries.

I feel sorry for Gaby.

He only needed to run away as well. Instead he stood there like a lemon.

But now each of us has one egg.

Gaby can't keep his mouth shut. I know him too well.

He'll squeal about everything --- just to avoid the seminary.

And soon they'll be...hunting us down.

Who'll chase us?

The police, you dummy. If we're really lucky, Victor.

And in my band uniform, I'll be easy to spot.

Here. Did you see how it works? It's easy --- you just have to suck hard.

Yuck! That's disgusting!

You gourmet. You didn't object to the blackberries. Your tongue is black.

So let's hit the road.

~ I'm sure they're looking for us.
~ Impossible, why should they know anything?

What do you think? The police have a telephone.

~ They called everywhere, even Lyon.
~ You think so?

Most likely. I know this area. I was here once with Victor fixing something.

If you want to cross the river, there is nothing but this bridge.

~ So now what?
~ I have no idea.

Come on, let's hide. In two minutes, they'll pass by us.

They're still fighting near Barnaud.

Last night, they bombed the station in Lyon to prevent their withdrawal.

I really think this is the end.

Good. Four years of occupation is enough.

Look --- I've found something. Come on.

I'm going there by myself --- you stay here.

I can handle it. Why do I always get left out?

Stop arguing. I'm the boss.

Meanwhile, you can pick pears.

And don't eat them!

You better be quiet.

If you're laughing at me, then I'll leave you on your own.

Give me a hand instead of gobbling grapes!

They're looking for boys. We've tricked them.

What about me? What do I wear?

You just have to lose the smock.

~ I can't, because of the pockets.
~ What's with the pockets?

~ Look, they're full. ~ So what? Put'em into the basket. And hurry, idiot.

Antoine, there's a dog!

I know. It won't bite.

You're sure about that?

Listen, dog. Leave my scarf alone.

~ Well? What impression does it make?
~ You're just like a real girl.

Hey! Are you crazy?

~ Maybe it likes girls.
~ You better watch your cheeky mouth.

Stop it!

Get a move on. We have to go.

~ Antoine, it's still there.
~ It doesn't matter. Leave it.

Give me your hand.

~ Hey, boys, look who's coming.
~ Oh, a lass.

~ Good day, lass.
~ Where are you from? We don't know you.

~ What's your name, lass?
~ Leave my sister alone!

~ Oh, check him out. He's a bed-wetter.
~ You're one.

~ Shut your trap, mama's boy. We like your sister.
~ Are you gonna show us?

~ She broke his nose.
~ Such a nasty one.

Stay there, or the dog will go after the lot of you.

~ Get lost, you cow.
~ Your knickers must be smelly, you pussy.

You just got lucky with the dog. Don't show your face here again.

What do you want, Madame Leraux?

I need...some chicory.

~ Mama, I just saw my dress.
~ Why? What's with your dress?

There's a girl with my dress just walking across the square.

What are you saying?

~ I'm sure they're gypsies.
~ You're right.

Hey you! You gypsy girl! JUST WAIT! Where did you steal the dress that you're wearing?

Shit!

You damned little thief!

ROGER! Stop her! She stole my laundry!

~ Let's go catch them.
~ Roger!

Come on, help us. Come on, you sleepy head.

Help us, stop her.

We're gaining on her. Stop her!

~ That's a dead end.
~ You're not getting any further, you pigs.

Julien, jump into the boat.

Guard us!

It'll bite you, if you come closer.

~ Roger, don't get frightened by a dog!
~ And if it has rabies?

Get out of the way!

Hurry up, Antoine!

Dog. Come here. Jump. Yes.

~ You pigs won't get far!
~ Thieves!

~ You fools! You idiots!
~ You just wait. We will tell the police.

What are you waiting for? Get them and stop shouting.

You should have watched your laundry instead of hanging out at the shop.

Just look at them arguing.

Am I wasting my time in the caf? And you, stop crying. This won't bring your dress back.

We were lucky. Without the dog, they would have caught us.

Did you see it jumping? Awesome.

Hold still. Give me the other one.

There's that girl again!

That's my father's boat.

~ They've got some nerve.
~ Find things to throw at them.

Attack!

Antoine, they're targeting us. That's their bait.

It's the boys from before. Be careful when we get to the other side of the bridge.

~ You stupid cow!
~ We'll show you!

~ I'll beat you up!
~ Thieves! ~ Whore!

When they catch you, you'll go to the reformatory!

Drown!

You cowards up there are shitheads!

Look at this, the idiots. They threw their fish down.

Hey, boys! Many thanks for the fish!

I don't believe it!

Are you stupid? Throwing our fish down!

Such a dummy. Here. Now you have something to throw.

Free delivery. Isn't it great? I like it.

But I'm soaked. You're well off.

Stop moaning. You'll be dry soon enough.

Isn't it great? Fish, roast chicken, dessert. Just like a restaurant.

We need to find something to cook it. I won't eat it raw.

Don't worry. I know how red Indians cook. You'll see, it's easy.

You're crazy. A dog can't eat pears.

OK. Let's see if it likes this. Tex?

How do you know its name?

I don't! I made it up...

All German shepherds are called Tex. That's common knowledge, right, Tex?

~ Let's go to the mill.
~ Why?

~ To light a cooking fire.
~ How do we light a fire?

I read how in Gaby's book.

The smoke won't get noticed if we light the fire inside the mill.

That's another Red Indian trick. There's lots.

And what would they do when they didn't have a mill to hide the smoke?

Then they go into caves, jerk.

~ Just look how great it is.
~ Yes, but I'm scared.

Do you think Gaby has joined the priesthood by now?

If his dad said so, I am sure he did.

Great! Let's see if it's still working.

If we wanted, we could make pear mash.

~ Or fish meal. ~ But it might be disgusting. And the bread will taste like fish.

You're not making bread with this, jerk.

Stop calling me jerk. You're a jerk. Hey, look there.

The Americans! The Americans!

RAISE YOUR ARMS, YOU TWO!

Go on!

Shit. That's a German.

Get down from there! NOW!

Don't try to escape, or I'll have to kill you!

Get over here!

I'm warning you, we're not alone!

You think you're clever? I don't believe you. Come over here.

TEX! Come here, Tex!

I told you that we are not alone.

Leave us alone, otherwise the dog will go after you!

And it'll eat you raw. Just like the other Germans.

Some, maybe...but not one in uniform.

Come here. Sit! That's a good dog.

~ Is this your dog?
~ Not really.

But as you can see: German soldier and German dog. We do what we are told.

Now that you're on your own, raise your arms above your head.

Come over here! March!

Doesn't matter. The Americans will be here soon.

You Germans have lost.

I know this myself, numbnuts! That's the reason why I need you. You two will help me.

Help with what?

To get out of this rat-hole. And you, girl, now you'll return to your village!

~ What's so funny about that?
~ Nothing! He's just stupid.

No! Only because you said girl.

So what?

This is my brother.

There, you see how daft he is? He thinks it's funny I'm disguised as a girl.

Enough of this!

If I'm not a girl, then I know who isn't my brother. Shut your mouth!

You shut your mouth!

You 're not my brother, if you want to know.

Yes, I am your brother! Stop lying!

Enough of that! Shut up, damn it!

I haven't been lying in the dirt here for two days just to meet two brats like you!

Come here, you! You'll be my hostage.

And you, girl or boy, will get a doctor down here without drawing attention. You got that?

Have you got that?

Yes! But what should I tell the doctor?

I don't know. Make something up.

Don't even try to set me up and bring La R�sistance along.

Otherwise your little brother will...

~ And what if the doctor doesn't want to come?
~ Then he'll kill me, don't you see?

Exactly!

Here! Show it to him, but don't hand it over.

Try to buy some food and red wine, so I can back into shape.

Start running and hurry. Otherwise I'll die from the pain.

~ What's with the dog?
~ It followed us and then we kept it.

Then I am really...in your debt.

~ What do you mean?
~ Nothing. Damn, it's painful!

~ You're in pain?
~ What? Some pain. Damn shit!

It's just happening at the worst possible moment.

Here --- help me get up.

Oh, God. That's the only thing that eases the pain. But I can't manage on my own.

~ Did you got shot in the bum?
~ Not hardly.

Get the basket for me --- I want to see what's inside.

There's nothing in it. Only fishing tackle.

Don't be stupid --- get the basket.

My gun obeys me like the dog!

So that's fishing tackle?

I really should leave him alone with the German. That will show him.

The pears smell like fish. It doesn't matter.

Something to chomp on and I feel better.

They're for Antoine and me to share.

I am sure you've already eaten your share.

No!

~ How many did you eat, boy?
~ Only a few.

Here. But I don't believe it.

It also likes pears. Just give it one.

That's for the dog.

It's a bit like me. A very special German.

Why aren't you a normal German?

Are you sitting on the cap of a railway station supervisor?

How come you speak French like us?

That surprises you?

Because I'm French like you. Almost.

It's impossible to be French when you're German.

Quite the opposite. There's more than just me asking himself where he really belongs.

Because of the 40-year-long mix-up in Alsace and Lorraine.

From 1870 to 1914, when WWI started.

Then you're from Alsace.

Just my mother was.

When she fell in love with a German hussar, she didn't ask on which side her sons will be fighting.

This was decided by the war.

Did you serve in WWI?

Yes. With a spiked helmet.

And the soldiers on both sides of the front were eaten alive by vermin.

~ That makes two wars.
~ Yes. Two too many.

Yeah. And now let's talk about something different.

Do you want to eat our chicken, too?

What are you up to? You're peeing in a strange manner.

Now you're relieved. What are you doing here on your own at a time like this?

I got lost. I don't know the way to the village.

With everything that's on the road these days, it's better not to get lost.

It's simple. The road is up there. Turn right and you'll head towards the village.

Thanks a lot.

Such a crazy world: when even the girls are peeing standing up.

~ We were wrong. They weren't American tanks, they were German ones. ~ What happened then?

Well, everybody hid. Apart from the mayor. He ran out with his American flag.

When he was spotted by the Germans, he got killed by a sub-machine-gun.

Bravo!

He held up an American flag right in front of them! How stupid is that?

You're the stupid ones!

If I were your father, I'd prevent any similar pranks, you can be sure about that!

Victor said the same thing, but we didn't do it deliberately.

~ Who's Victor?
~ That's my uncle.

He told the policemen that he'd put us straight into reformatory if they nabbed us.

That's why we ran away.

You would have deserved it. And the third boy? Gaby?

He got caught this morning, trying to steal some eggs.

He'll get a proper beating.

His father is sending him to a priest to become a pastor or a butcher.

Just my luck --- to meet two brats on the run.

Maybe they'll recognise your brother. Then he'll come back with somebody besides the doctor.

But no, that's impossible.

He's dressed up like a girl. Nobody could recognise him.

We will see about that. I don't want to be here when he comes back.

You'll have to help me hide somewhere else.

Oh, no! I'm not leaving here.

Just listen, jerk. I can't walk for kilometers.

I just want to play it safe. You'll just check if your brother comes back just with a doctor. Promise.

~ Are you telling the truth?
~ I swear. But you need to help me.

~ And a trump card.
~ Very good.

~ And another one. That's that, then.
~ No wonder, with this deck.

Anything else? Is this all you need, little girl?

No, I'd like to have a bottle of red wine, too, please.

~ From the keg?
~ Yes, but I don't have a bottle.

That doesn't matter. I'll give you one.

~ But that's three centimes more.
~ No matter.

Here we go.

Where does the doctor live?

A doctor?

I am sorry, child. There's been no doctor here for a long time.

You're not from here, are you?

No, we're refugees. A doctor should see my injured father.

His pain is so severe that he can't even walk.

Could it be that your father has a broken bone, my child?

I think so, yes.

Well, in that case, then he won't need a doctor.

I'll tell you where to go.

Stop kicking the metal.

There! He's back! ANTOINE!

Shut your trap. Wait 'til he's closer. Quiet!

I'm here. I've bought bread, sausage, and a bottle of red wine.

Hey, Julien?!

Hey, Julien?!

Where are you two?

Shit! Answer me!

Julien! Julien!

TEX! TEX!

Run! Go get him!

~ Can I go, too?
~ No, don't move. I still need both of you.

At least you're here. Where are they? Where's Julien?

Antoine, over here.

I've been looking for you!

It was him. He wanted to hide. He was afraid you would betray him.

I just wasn't sure.

That's not nice. I was afraid back there. I thought he'd kidnapped you.

I didn't harm your brother.

That's not true. He wanted to stab me and he ate all my pears.

Your pears?! I'm really getting annoyed now!

What's that? And what's down there?

A German uniform and a German steel helmet!

And what's beneath my uniform? A German, as you say!

Do you have any idea what we Germans did for four years?

Occupied the whole of Europe! EVERYTHING!

I refuse to get judged by two brats, because of some silliness.

~ Because of pears.
~ You better watch yourself. I can also be nasty.

Where's the doctor you were supposed to bring?

He's dead.

~ What do you mean?
~ I don't know, but...

But what? Are you making fun of me? Is there no doctor in the shithole?

Do you think I want this pain any longer?

I am in pain! Do you understand?! The pain's unbearable.

That's not our fault.

There's no doctor, but I know where to bring you.

What did you say there about me?

Nothing! I said you're my father.

A real lucky one, your father. And where shall I go? Hospital is not an option.

No hospital. She thinks your leg is fractured like hers.

And the tight witch is almost as good as a doctor.

What are you saying? I don't understand.

I swear. She had the same. Now she is just limping a bit.

I didn't fracture anything. It's not about that.

~ His bum hurts.
~ My back hurts. My back!

~ Who is this tight witch?
~ A quack.

A sorceress?

Not a bad idea! Where does she live?

Not far from here. I did see her house on the way.

But it's more than a kilometre away.

A kilometre? And how do you expect me to manage a kilometre?

Just getting here was almost too much. You bring her here. Get going!

It's no use if I go there. She's not going anywhere, because of her varicose veins.

Because of varicose veins. And what'll I do? Call a taxi?

I hope it's not that much further. I've had enough.

Don't get worn out back there. Ain't I moaning?

Yes! You don't stop crying ouch ouch ouch.

I only say ouch ouch ouch, because I feel every turning of the wheel...

through my entire body, if you can imagine that.

You don't say.

Can't be much further, if your brother...told the truth.

There it is. We're there.

We're lucky, it's going downhill soon.

What did I tell you? Get on, push. And stop bellyaching.

Get going, dog. Pull, you lazy thing. I have to do it all on my own.

Hm? What? That's one funny group.

Good evening, Madame.

~ Can you cure ill people?
~ It depends. What do you need?

~ It's about him.
~ It's my back.

I pinched my sciatic nerve two days ago. It's frustrating --- I can barely walk.

~ Aren't there any doctors left in the German army?
~ I just have unbearable pain.

~ That's right. He really is in pain.
~ We can't pull him any further.

~ Do you have any money?
~ Yes, I do.

Good.

Let's see what I can do. It's 1,500 francs and the chicken.

~ No, no, the chicken is ours.
~ That's right. Antoine did get it with his slingshot.

And who plucked the chicken? If she wants the chicken, she gets it. Understood?!

That's so mean.

And who found the health witch? And what about bringing you here?

Yes, but now I don't need you anymore. Get lost.

That's so lame.

And where do we go now, since it's getting dark?

Just tell me --- theres more to your story, isn't there?

I'll only let all of you in if you can get along. Otherwise you can stay outside.

What? Please wait.

Here. That's for your chicken. Don't forget that the sausage from before was free.

But we only got one slice.

Give it a rest and pull me up to the door.

Agreed. But we don't care if she can't cure you.

~ OK. Just push.
~ Go on, Tex.

Goddamnit. These urchins cost me my last nerve.

You also have to pull your pants down, so that I can see.

Can we send them to the next room? Those two?

No, there's only one room here. And they won't go blind from German army undies.

If you want my help, lie down there.

Lie down on your stomach.

There it is.

Of course. It radiates up my back and through my bum into my legs at the same time.

What did you expect --- playing war at your age!?

~ That wasn't my idea.
~ An elephant's sciatica.

Hey, be very careful. I want to live through this damn war.

Nobody is as careful as me, my boy.

Now take a deep breath.

That's it --- we did it.

You stay in this position and I'll get some bandages. If it hasn't helped, I'll have to do it again in an hour.

Damn woman. That's worse than being rolled over by a tank.

~ Did it hurt?
~ Didn't you hear him crying out in pain?

If you'd have been in the trenches in two wars, you'd know how this feels.

Hey, girl? Do you like the tight witch's food?

~ Hey, girl, is it fine?
~ Shut up, you baby.

~ I'd like to have some food, too.
~ You! Drink this first.

The tea has to be fresh, all down in one go. It tastes horrible.

This helps?

The brew won't harm you. Go on, drink it.

If you can't walk tomorrow, you can shoot me dead.

And this on top of all the pears. I hope he has a strong stomach.

Yuck! What was that?

Everybody's the same with this. I always make seconds.

Even if you spit it out, there's enough in your system.

May I put a foot down?

You can pull your trousers up. And lie down to sleep.

And tomorrow you can walk right up to Berlin...But if you've deserted, my boy...

No, I'm not snooping. I just cure bumps and wounds.

As long as you enjoy hitting each other's noses,...

a tight witch can't complain about lack of work.

Why are you called a tight witch?

Because I AM tight. That's the way in the countryside.

Taking their money is worse than sucking their blood.

Is there someplace to sleep? In peace?

Calm down now. It's past bedtime. I have to recover.

Stop it, Julien!

There! Look at the sky.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Looks like it's watching us.

Ah, good. It's great when the pain eases.

~ Are you really a deserter?
~ No, I'm not.

The others went ahead. I just let them go on.

That's the same thing.

~ Why did you desert?
~ Huh?

~ Why did you desert? ~ Were you afraid of getting beaten up by the Americans?

It's about reason, not about being afraid of the Americans.

Only the daft ones go on, when the outcome is clear.

I don't care if the boys are stupid enough to get killed at the Rhine or the Danube,...

just to protect Hitler's bunker.

I have my iron cross. I earned it.

And now leave me in peace, so I can sleep.

~ Good night.
~ Good night.

And from now on, sleep somewhere besides in a ditch!

~ I will try! Thank you!
~ Goodbye!

IT WORKED!

Damn woman. I'd be a new man but for the uniform.

Hey, listen up. I have to tell you two something.

I like both of you. You are funny.

We like you, too, even if you're a German.

That's the way it is. I think it's time for goodbyes now.

Why? Aren't you coming with us to Lyon?

To Lyon? It's not about that. I can't walk the streets with you and the dog.

And I'll need civilian clothing pretty quickly.

But even with civilian clothes, I have to hide and take detours. Understand?

What's the difference? We can't get caught ourselves.

You just have to disguise yourself as French and they'll think you're our father.

Yes. But I'm not your father. What if they ask me for your IDs?

Just leave him alone, Julien.

Since he can walk on his own, we're not needed any more. Don't you get it?

Yes, I know. You two helped me out of trouble. Here, we're even.

Keep your money. So far we managed on our own. Are you insulting us?

OK, I agree. You two are getting the food and the dog. So you're not alone.

Listen! Just stay with them and take care of them. OK? Stay.

I think it's better this way.

Let me go on ahead, until you can't see me anymore. Good luck.

~ This shithead is a traitor, not a deserter.
~ Calm down. He'll get caught in no time.

Tex! Bite his bum!

Have you gone crazy? Let me go! Enough!

OK, I got it! Stop barking! Stop it!

You've won, it's OK. Get over here.

Hey! Stop rocking. I'm a good horse, but...

Your gun's pretty heavy.

What do you think? This is no war for little girls!

I didn't say that I can't carry it, just that it's heavy.

You up there have some nerve laughing. I didn't whine after three kilometres that my feet hurt.

But you're not wearing clogs.

Don't start again. Go on. Dismount. I have to pee.

Hand that over. It's no toy.

What a shame. It was funny, though.

If you have to pee, do it now. We won't stop every three kilometres.

~ Don't you have to pee, too?
~ No.

What are you doing here? What's with the German?

~ Um...
~ Did you catch him? Come here!

We did find him, while he was sleeping in the field over there.

We took his rifle. That's the way it was.

He's our prisoner.

What a mess! Did you search him? No?

Great job, kids! War's not a cowboy game, OK? Don't move!

But he isn't dangerous. He just wants to go home.

Not dangerous? Bullshit.

Shit. I'm in trouble now.

I have to take an important message to Merac and can't take care of this Fritz. Shit.

We'll keep on guarding him --- no problem.

And if he tries to escape, we'll kill him.

~ Can you at least handle the rifle?
~ Check it out. I loaded it myself.

~ I only need to pull the trigger.
~ Let's see.

~ Aim at him. ~ No, No. You don't need to kill me. Hitler is kaput.

Not quite yet. I'm trusting you two.

Take him to Coulain's farm. Our people will take care of him there.

~ Where is it? ~ Straight ahead, at the end of the path. Only 500 meters.

OK.

~ I'll head off now. Ah, the password: "Scarecrow".
~ "Scarecrow".

Let him march 10 meters ahead to stop him acting stupid.

Yes, 10 meters.

Is this his dog?

~ No, that's ours.
~ It did bite his bum.

~ OK. I'll trust you.
~ No problem.

Tell him he'll be killed, if he tries to escape.

I'm heading off now. Watch it, you. 10 meters.

~ Get a move on, German!
~ Don't try anything stupid, otherwise...!

~ Has he gone?
~ Not just yet.

He keeps turning around.

Just walk slowly. Tell me when he's out of sight. Then we duck into the cornfield.

Now --- I can't see him anymore.

This way.

Hey, wait up! I have a stitch!

We showed that jerk.

Now I owe you. Without you I'd be trapped
and the "scarecrow" would have had me.

And you? No, you don't need to kill me. Hitler is kaput!

Yes. Yes. 10 meters.

~ We earned a toast. Would you like a picnic here? ~ Hurray!

Hey, keep it quiet. We can't be seen, but we might be heard. We might alarm the whole district...

and the tight witch's chicken isn't enough for all the resistance fighters. Come on.

~ Is this the iron cross?
~ Um.

And this? What's your rank? General?

No, a soldier's rank: corporal. Supervising officer of the latrine cleaning commando.

Hey, look at him.

Hey, take it easy with the bottle.

It's good. It warms me up.

~ He's tipsy.
~ Damn rascals. No chance to turn a blind eye.

Hey, pass it over, before you lose your balance.

I can't carry you all the time.

Go on and pack the things. We want to get going. Let's move it.

You can carry it. I don't want to.

Here.

Can you just tell me your name?

Franz Joseph Boeringer, like my father.

Sounds funny. You have strange names.

Why strange? It's a good name. And your last name? What are you called?

I'm called Morant. Nobody knows Julien's last name.

But I'm called Morant, too, just like you.

That's not true. His father is unknown.

Liar. Are you crazy? I know as well as you who my father is.

Hey, stop it. Morant or not, stop shouting. Do you understand!

I'm telling the truth.

The policeman read it out from his ID. It says there that his father's unknown.

Just ask Gaby, if you don't believe me.

You're such a mean liar. You don't have a father, either. You've never seen him.

Don't listen to him --- that's just the policeman's story. Listen up, Julien.

The IDs don't prove anything. Of course you have a father like everybody else.

Your mother didn't get you from the Holy Spirit.

I know exactly where he's from --- just like Victor said.

When my dad went to the Isle de Rey, mother became a whore.

You're the son of a whore!

Shut your trap, you idiot.

LIAR! LIAR!

Why did I end up with you two fools?

Get up. Get up!

Two brothers who fight and insult each other like two beggars.

Don't you think the last four years of fighting was enough?

Do you really want to take part? OK, then.

Take my rifle and kill each other. Then it's settled.

There they are, your Americans.

Doesn't take long to blow things up.

Your nonsense almost got me discovered. Hide fast.

Hide!

~ I'm giving you a hand.
~ Yes, hurry up.

~ He's from the militia.
~ These shits are working for the Germans.

I know --- I know them quite well.

~ I just wonder what he's doing here in the woods.
~ Maybe they want to fuck here.

Will you quit screwing around?

~ Just open it!
~ I'm trying!

Get yourself together!

Get out the bloody suit!

I'm in!

Here's that suit --- and the cap as well.

~ And where's the money? In the suitcase, too? ~ Yes, yes.

Yes, everything that was there.

Very good. Give me a hand.

Where does the pair of lovebirds want to go?

Hello. You frightened me. I almost thought...

Spare me. Hand over the trousers, you won't need them.

You won't kill me while I am changing my clothes?

I supported you, right up the end. Isn't that right, Josette?

~ That's the truth. Right up to the end.
~ Now you have to see things like they really are.

I am seeing things as they are. You want to disappear and so do I.

But there is only one pair of trousers and I have the rifle.

This can't be happening.

We're on your side --- how can treat us like this?

This isn't right! We've been allies for years!

Bastard! We're not going to stand for this.

Come on, Josette, help me and shoot him! Shoot!

~ Holy shit!
~ Tex, go help him!

~ Owww! Get it off of me!
~ Hold still!

Don't move! Don't...!

I'll grab the gun.

~ Is she dead?
~ No, just stunned.

Give up or you're dead meat!

I'm not fighting --- call off the dog! The dog!

Stop it, Tex.

You didn't know I could count on friends...

Who are you guys?

Excuse me, Father. Do you know how to get into Lyon without trouble?

Let's see. The safest road is via Reillanne and Banon.

But not too fast, the Germans are still around.

~ Are you sure?
~ I wouldn't take any chances with kids along.

You should spend the night in Reillanne because of the kids. Next to the square.

~ You can rely on me, I know the landlord quite well.
~ Thank you, Father.

Do you think we should sleep in the hotel?

~ Yeah, I've never eaten in a restaurant.
~ Are we going to sleep in a real bed?

I think so. Don't forget that I'm your uncle.

~ And they stole your ID and we live in 12, Rue de Marshall Foche. ~ In Lyon.

The food and bed will be well earned.

OK. Everybody off.

Will you buy us a lemonade with the money from the suitcase?

Yeah, but be quiet. We don't talk about this money.

What kind of dump is this --- there's no one around.

Dinnertime.

~ What do you want?
~ I want a Cocoa, if that's OK.

Yes, you can have one.

Good evening to you.

Is anybody here?

Is anybody here?

We're some customers.

Nobody there?

Be quiet, doggy. Where's your owner?

Strange hotel. Apparently they don't want to have guests.

Well?

We could empty their cash register easily. Nobody around at all.

Stay here. I'll have a look around.

We're coming along.

Is anybody there?

They all seem to be deaf.

That's strange indeed. Is there anybody here?

Answer, you bunch of farmers.

You're stupid. Maybe it's a game of football.

At our place everybody goes there on Sunday night. Apart from the Father.

I bet they're all at mass.

There won't be a mass at this time of the day. And the front door won't be left open when attending mass.

~ Shit, I am thirsty.
~ And I am very hungry.

Then we'll have to get it ourselves. Let's go.

Hey Julien, look at this. A pool table.

~ Do you know how to play pool?
~ Come on, it's quite simple.

I don't know what's happened here. But they really must have been afraid, if they left everything.

~ What about the red ball?
~ You use it to push the others. Like this.

So, let's see. A lemonade and some cocoa, and a nice beer for me.

~ Can you find them?
~ Yes.

Did you see? A pool table.

Check this out --- a whole bottle of lemonade. But it's not cold any more.

That's OK. It's just the bubbles are shinier when it's colder.

Aren't you afraid that the landlord'll coming?

So what? We aren't thieves. When the landlord comes, he can take over from me.

And we have money to pay. I can't find the cocoa, so it's the same for you.

~ Then with peppermint.
~ And grenadine for me.

I haven't even tapped my beer yet, you rascals.

Get the glasses away from there.

You pig. That's just disgusting, Julien.

It's not my fault. It comes from the fizzy drink.

Why did you drink so much, then? And it's your turn now.

~ That was nothing. You're such a loser.
~ You're the loser here.

What's the racket in there, you two? Can't you just stop the nonsense?

Keep quiet and don't smash everything.

Do you like German cooking?

Yeah, but you didn't bake the cake yourself.

I could have. I'm pretty good at making rhubarb tarts.

Is pastry cook your job in peacetime?

Not at all. I'm a horse merchant, like my father before me.

~ Are you married?
~ No.

I never married and I don't have children.

Why? Don't you like them?

The thought of bringing them up in love,
only for them to die in some war,...

that was what I was afraid of. That's my opinion.

It's hard enough for me to save my own skin.

Did you really serve in WWI?

Sure. Think how old I really am.

It's getting too much. This's already my second one.

~ You must have been pretty young then.
~ Yes, I just had bad luck.

On my 18th birthday, I was in a ditch near Verdun.

You have no idea about the fireworks they displayed over my head.

Is that true?

As true as them confiscating all my horses, when I was 45.

And to win this war, they also recruited me.

~ Did they force you?
~ What do you think?

Old or young, they won't ask you as long as you can carry a gun.

Then you're just good enough to kill the enemy over there.

Or to get killed. It just depends.

Did you kill French folk?

I asked if you killed French folk?

Yes, I did. Both my brothers got killed as well.

Was it the French who killed them?

Would it really make a difference?

All of them died, out of hunger, cold and fear...

whatever color the uniform.

It's not mentioned on the war memorials. Only the corpses are being counted.

Not the poor souls who vomit and shit their pants out of fear.

Not the men who cry: nowhere mentioned.

Trust me, not one didn't cry.

Why do they cry?

They cry out of despair...

...because they don't understand it at all...

...and are afraid of dying.

They cried like little children who want to return to the womb...

...when their bowels spilled out of their abdomen.

Stop it. You're getting drunk.

It wasn't much easier for those who got home.

It was all impossible to forget.

They still cried, together with the living, at the corpses' feast dessert.

And didn't dare to look at the dead, who were lying at the cold buffet.

What about you? Did you cry afterwards?

Afterwards? I lacked the courage to make children with my Alsace girlfriend.

~ Where are you going?
~ I'm cold.

What's left is her white hair. And for me to stroke her to the end.

That's the reason for me deserting.

Stop! Wait up! Please stop!

This really is a ghost town.

Hey, come quick. Julien's barfing.

Just what I need.

Hurry, he did it all over the place.

Turn the light on.

Red wine with the cherry cake --- no wonder.

Did you see how much lemonade he drank? Wow, the bed is great.

Make the most of it and lie down! It's after 1 am already!

Will you be alright? It probably won't start again with all that's out of your system already.

Can I look for boy's clothes here? I just don't want to run around as a girl any more.

Do this tomorrow. Just use it as a nightshirt.

Aren't you going to bed?

I'm going downstairs to clean up, so the mess will be gone if the landlord comes back.

Tomorrow it's your turn, because both of you are filthy.

I just wanted to say...that it's nice to be with you, all things considered.

I don't regret it myself, boy, to be together with you two. Now go to sleep.

Come here.

Let's have a closer look then.

Come here.

You stand guard here and get me if someone turns up. OK?!

Forgive me. You would do the same.

That should be his size.

Go! Search!

What are you doing there? Too daft to find them?

Did you find something?

Do you want to get in? Have you become a believer?

My God!

To do something like this!

But why?

WHY?

HERE! IN YOUR CHURCH!

WHY DID YOU LET IT HAPPEN?

MURDERED!

ALL OF THEM --- MURDERED!

DEAD, EVEN THE SMALLEST CHILD!

I STOLE FROM THEM AND THEY'RE ALL DEAD!

DON'T YOU HEAR ME?

THEY ARE DEAD AND I STOLE FROM THEM!

WHERE IS YOUR MERCY? WHERE?

Who are you?

A German....soldier.

We did this.

This belonged to them. All of them are dead. All of them.

There are two boys in the hotel.

Hey, Julien! That's Tex!

TEX!

What's going on?

STOP IT!

YOU DOGS!

Please forgive me.

It's not true, what I said before.

Are you listening?

You are my brother, you are. My real brother.

For Antoine and Julien