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THE DESERTER (THREE HOURS)

OCTOBER 1918

IN ARTOIS

The 4th Company of the 2nd battalion will embark on October 4

at Cormei/les station, at 23:00. Transport order attached.

The Company Commander will receive orders

upon arrival at the destination station.

Listen to this.

"L took 14 Kraut prisoners two days ago.

"L've been nominated for the Legion of Honour.

"L really can't see why

"as I was only doing my duty.

"With my fondest regards, my dear Morel."

If that doesn't get me a salami that big,

then I don't know what will!

Look, lads, a Jerry!

Corporal, come see.

Crikey!

Look at that.

- What's up? - The track's damaged.

Let's take a look.

- Let no-one off. - Yes, Captain.

Damn! One rail's out.

- There's gear at Avenay station. - Shouldn't take long.

All aboard.

Everyone on the train.

Get on board!

Come on, lads. Let's go.

All aboard!

- We need to tell them. - Let's go.

With a rail and some fishplates we can fix it, Captain.

Lieutenant, send a party to Avenay to help them out.

They hopped it.

Everyone can get off, but stay close to the train.

Pass it on.

Pass it on.

Sergeant, come here.

Go to the station.

Ask for a 9-metre rail, some sleepers and fishplates.

- And some bearings. - And some bearings.

- Take some men. - Corporal Blanc, Brothéne,

Coquin, Bastine. Come on.

Take me.

It's up to you. Let's go, lads.

Come on, lads, get moving!

Catch them up. Come on.

Know why I wanted to come?

The less I know the better, I always say.

That's my village over there.

- Well, well... - Yes.

My mother and father are there.

- You're breaking my heart. - And not only them...

Got someone else?

An angel, old chum. I love her.

- What's her name? - Marie.

- She's your wife? - Yes. Well, almost.

We'd have wed if I'd not been called up.

You really wanted to?

I'd give Marie anything, including my name.

The name of a dead man tomorrow, maybe.

Is she cute?

Cute? She's...

You wouldn't like her. She's not all dolled up.

She's natural. But when you know her...

Don't get all worked up!

I didn't fancy her either, at first.

She was in care. My parents took her in.

- She helped my mother... - And those eyes!

- A week later I was in love. - And so was she.

True.

And love blossomed?

I've had no news for two months.

That's rough.

- Really tough. - Why d'you say that?

- It proves my theory. - What theory?

You don't miss what you never had.

Luckily I never knew my family.

There was just a girl who liked me.

Given ourjob, I reckoned I was better alone.

I didn't say goodbye to her but farewell.

- No-one left? - It's better that way.

That way I don't care. I've left no-one behind.

No chance of being cuckolded.

- Why d'you say that? - I didn't mean Marie.

But you can't expect miracles.

Marie loves me.

- Yes, but in silence. - Maybe she's sick.

How do I know? Maybe she was evacuated.

Do you write to your parents?

Do you ask them about her?

- Three times a week. - And?

I don't know, I don't get it.

They don't mention her, like they're embarrassed.

You poor chap.

No, I know Marie.

Maybe she did all she could,

but a woman can't...

What?

Let me go.

- Let you go? - Let me go.

You're crazy! No!

Really!

- Where do you think you are? - Don't you see?

I want to know why she hasn't written.

She didn't write... because she had no paper.

- I don't care. I'm going. - Don't do it.

We'd be court-martialled.

You'd be going back to find you're forgotten.

S0 stop being a pain! You're not going.

Hey, you coming?

Come on, get going.

There are some men coming.

Hey, lads!

Is the train damaged? Any injuries?

No, but the rail's out, 7 or 8 metres.

We need sleepers, a piece of rail

and bolt things, fishplates. How long will it take?

7 or 8 metres you say?

You need a 9-metre rail.

Hard to say, maybe two hours.

Two hours?

Don't complain. You're well out of it.

The sappers and my boys will give you a hand.

Well, then...

Come on, lads! Quick as you can.

Oh, pack it in!

Let me go. I'll be back before you leave.

Just two hours. You heard them.

It won't take as long as that.

I'll be back in time.

I have to see Marie. I have to know.

- And you think... - Please.

What? We're mates, aren't we?

Yes, so don't play the fool.

You know I'll be back in time.

Leave me alone!

You don't care, then?

You'd have me lug rails around, right on my doorstep?

Better to be worried than miserable.

You think everyone's a cuckold like you?

If you weren't a kid, you wouldn't say that.

You're making me mad.

Look out, they're coming back! Get down, lads!

Look.

- We may die soon. - What do you care?

I want to see her again first.

You love her that much?

- I don't care about the rest. - What worries me

is that I'm part of the rest.

But they're ours!

Take this and hold on to it for me.

Listen.

It may not take two hours.

Synchronise watches.

Be back in an hour. Remember I'll take the rap too.

I will. And what I said just now...

- You said nothing. - I called you a cuckold.

It's not true.

Jean!

Jean!

Are you going to give me a hard time?

Not me.

He wanted to see his parents. It's only natural.

Very natural.

If he doesn't come back, your number'll be up.

I know Paul. He won't do that to me.

Yeah, yeah...

Come on, let's go!

Dad!

Mum!

Mum!

Come on.

Hup!

I love only one girl The one I've got my arms around...

Hey!

What are you doing here?

What are you doing up there?

Me? I live here.

Are you the beloved son?

Yes. Where are my parents?

Come down, let's talk.

You bored me to death in your absence:

"Paul this, Paul that, Paul the other..."

- Where's my father? - Your father? No idea.

- And Mum? - Your mother's in church.

And Marie?

- Which one? - The one who lives here.

There's no Marie living here.

A blonde.

A blonde?

- With a limp? - No!

One died two days ago. Was it her?

A fat girl.

Manien was her name.

It wasn't her.

I don't know them all, you know.

- You on leave? - Yes. Thanks, old chum.

You could answer me.

Some manners you've got. I blame the parents.

Come on, boys, get a move on!

- My dear Paul! - Mum!

Paul, my son.

- Dear Mum. - I'm pleased to see you.

Let me look at you. Are you here for long?

No, Mum. I have to go in an hour.

What? You're not on leave?

No.

You're not sick?

- No, Mum. - Have you done anything stupid?

You think highly of your son!

How's Dad?

He's changed a lot, poor old soul.

And they wanted him to look after the tracks.

- You mean he couldn't? - Paul!

Hello, Mrs Marchand. How are you?

- Fine. - Handsome, isn't he?

Yes, he is! ls it tough over there?

No, it's OK.

He's only here for an hour. Don't ask for his life story.

On! Right.

You're not going back to the front?

Yes, Mum.

Can't someone else go to the trenches instead?

They need everyone right now.

Couldn't they leave you in Alsace,

instead of sending others?

Foch requested me specially.

He can't do without me.

All the same,

he could have given you leave.

Ours is not to reason why.

My poor boy.

Mum, please.

I try not to show it.

But it's hard, you know.

Why don't you talk about Marie?

I'll never talk about her again!

I don't understand.

You never did. You thought she loved you.

As you were called up, I didn't say anything.

- She didn't love me? - She didn't hang around.

Two months after you left, so did she.

She must have been bored.

She works over there.

In the bar, apparently.

You never saw her again?

You don't see girls like that.

She's unhappy. I'll say no more than that.

How can you stay faithful when there are 100 men for one girl?

Even the fat grocer woman couldn't.

Her husband didn't want her even before the war.

Tell me, Mum,

is she there now?

You're leaving us for her?

You didn't come to see us?

I've thought only of her since I left.

- See you later. - I'll come with you.

- N0, I want to see her alone. - You can't.

- See you later. - Paul! Go and see your father.

Spend your last few minutes with us.

See you later.

- Don't go! - I'm going, Mum.

- Please. - Paul!

The bastards!

You're right.

It doesn't exist!

Charge the Americans for 7 bottles of champagne.

They've only had 4.

So put 3 under the table.

- Really? - Yes.

If they argue, I'll take care of them.

Still...

That's business, sonny! Go on.

CARELESS TALK COSTS LIVES

Kiss me.

I said kiss me!

Come on, kiss me!

I'm no uglier than the rest.

You think you're in a barrack room?

- We're just messing around. - I'll mess you around!

- Bastard! - What now?

Here, sit down.

I'll fix you up in no time.

I was just having a laugh...

Not with her.

I can't even have a laugh with you.

Leave her alone. Understand?

Is she your kid?

Watch it, I might lose my temper.

The drinks are on him, lads. What do you say?

Bravo!

Too late, Marie. I saw you.

My blouse is torn.

Don't apologise, you're lovely.

- Have you finished? - No, I could go on for hours.

I can't stand it.

When will you be nice to me?

I never will.

We get on well though, don't we?

Yes, but not in that way.

What are you doing here?

I'm learning about love from you.

I'll get you fired, you'll see!

You'll never find anyone to work here.

Yeah, yeah!

I'll be in the stockroom.

Come on, love. I'll finish fixing you up.

What a creep.

Oh, hello, Paul!

- You're back? - Hi, old chum.

- What's new? - Not much.

How's that?

- The war... - You're not very chatty.

No.

I get it. It's Marie you've come to see.

Lock it.

The gendarmes.

Them again?

Where's your boss?

In the yard behind the kitchen.

Talk to me.

You don't want to be seen, right?

Got a fake pass?

Something like that.

Don't worry, I'm watching them.

- Is the one-eyed guy the boss? - Yes, unfortunately.

- What's he to Marie? - Oh...

- What? - Nothing to say.

He likes her.

That much is sure.

- Hi, Blaise. - You owe me for yesterday.

- Where's he from? - He's an old huckster.

He's had a wild life. He was even on the stage.

He's a real bastard. A total creep, I tell you.

He's into everything.

And the money he rakes in!

- Hey, Blaise! - Coming!

And Marie?

Marie...

Marie's torn.

He's a piece of trash,

but he's loaded, so...

You'll see, old chum.

Let me buy you a drink.

Give me something strong.

Look, Paul, mate, don't drink too much.

Whatever she says,

I'm no uglier than anyone else.

You? You're smashing!

I was declared unfit

because of my gammy leg.

I'm no uglier than you.

Oh, no.

And you're funny, too.

I'll tell you one thing,

I'm no uglier than Auguste.

No, what with his dicky eye...

Keep your head down. They're on the lookout.

That bastard Auguste tipped them off.

Got your pass?

I asked if you had your pass.

Come on, let's go.

He's in for it now.

Don't worry, chum, we'll get them!

Marie.

Paul!

Why are you here?

- None of your business. - Marie, answer me.

Answer me!

I've only one thing to say:

I don't want to see you again.

You don't love that man, Marie. It's not possible.

Why did you leave our place?

I find you in a bar as crummy as its boss,

with guys who manhandle you.

I know what they're thinking.

You can't get away. Answer me.

Why didn't you write to me?

That's a laugh.

Why no news for 2 months?

I know what you'll say.

"When you've suffered as I have, you owe no-one anything."

But it's too easy.

What?

I didn't write to you...

Whereas you wrote to me every day.

Exactly.

The army post is useless. No wonder I never got them.

What are you saying?

Who's that guy with Marie?

- How should I know? - You don't know?

You were talking to him.

He's a friend.

A friend? What's he doing with Marie?

He's her ex, Marchand's boy.

You're a swine, Paul.

I loved you more than I thought possible.

I lived for you.

I suffered for you. I'd have died for you.

Maybe I still will as I don't know what to do.

But I don't love you.

I'd forgive you everything.

Except your silence. I thought you were dead.

If there was another girl, all right.

I'd have forgiven you that.

But not leaving me because of your parents.

What?

It was too stupid, too nasty, too cowardly.

Yes, too cowardly.

It's notjust in war that you need courage.

You may be a hero,

but you're still a coward. That's what I have to say.

Marie...

I don't know what happened, but you're wrong.

None of it's true!

They wanted us to part.

They lied to you. Do you believe me?

I swear it.

Sorry to bother you, but the Americans want you.

You can talk later.

- Marie, listen. - I'm busy.

I had no idea what was going on here.

I thought you were still at my parents'.

- What'll it be? - Black & White.

- What? - Black & White.

- He wants whisky. - No whisky.

- Beer, then. - Four beers.

- Leave her alone! - Sit down!

No, another time.

I can't keep running after you.

Why won't you believe me? It's not fair!

I wrote to you every day.

I was sick with grief and worry.

Who could have hidden my letters?

Exactly. Who?

Can't you guess?

No.

You have no idea?

Who would want to separate us?

When you've worked it out, you'll find your letters.

Helping us serve now? That's kind of you.

It's someone who loved you.

On the contrary, it's someone who didn't love me.

Can't you see you're in her way?

Too bad!

Careful, I'm easily riled.

So am I.

S0 get lost or we'll settle it once and for all.

You're welcome to her.

- Careful with the glasses. - Shut up!

Come here.

Care to take a walk, miss?

No, no walk!

All right, lads? Another half-hour, would you say?

More or less, yes.

- Here you go, chum. - Thanks.

- Emmanuelle! - I'm here.

- Hey, Auguste! - One second.

Auguste!

One second, I said.

Be careful what you say.

Poor Paul.

That's a vile accusation.

It's the only possible explanation.

How can you think that?

How dare you?

Yes. It was your mother.

She's always hated me. Thought I wasn't good enough.

When you left, she just wanted to get rid of me.

And she did. Fast.

S0 fast. I was so downhearted, so alone.

She said horrible things.

You're making excuses.

She kicked me out! She made me come here!

Shut up!

It's all her fault! All of it!

You're even worse than I thought.

Paul.

Is that the best you can do? Some made-up story?

You're ashamed to be here

and you're blaming her.

If you'd been honest,

you wouldn't have become a slut!

- I'll never forgive you for that. - I don't care any more.

Stay here with your new friends. Good luck to you!

Oh, it's you.

No point asking if he came back.

Where is he?

Take your key instead of giving me false hope.

I wasn't to know. Where is he?

Where were you?

- You could have come to see him. - The Captain wouldn't let me.

He couldn't stop me from seeing my son.

The Captain needed his horse.

Whether Paul's here or not, there's a war on.

- Not for me. - Where is he?

He went to see Marie.

Oh.

- What's that supposed to mean? - Nothing.

You don't say "Oh" for nothing.

I don't think Paul will enjoy visiting Marie.

- He won't be pleased with her. - Nor with you, Louise.

You were too harsh on her.

- You were worse than me. - I told you to keep her.

You didn't.

Tell that to him when he comes back in a rage.

- Scared of your son? - Yes.

And they wanted you to look after the tracks!

I'm scared of the hurt you caused him.

You've always bullied the boy.

- Idiot! - You're selfish!

I sacrificed everything for him.

And you loved it. You wanted to be a martyr.

Don't make me laugh. The first sacrifice was me.

- You? - You started with me.

- You used to like me. - Wasn't I good to you?

Let's not argue about it now.

You took away my tobacco, my drink,

to bring him up right.

- Do you regret it? - No, he's a credit to us.

But I c0uld've been a good father and still smoke my pipe.

Go and get him.

I haven't the heart.

If you like.

What do we tell him?

Whatever you like.

You sent Marie away. I wash my hands of it.

- I did what I thought necessary. - No.

No.

But you can try to persuade him that you did.

Will you help me?

That's him!

Did you close the door? Go and open it!

I thought you wanted to do it.

COming!

Oh, my dear Paul!

My son, it's been so long.

Here he is.

Here you are at last.

Yes.

I don't have much time.

I came to say goodbye.

Have something to eat.

Sit down.

At least have something to eat.

No, thanks.

Your mother's made a wonderful leg of lamb.

Have a drink, Son.

No, thanks.

- I'll get you something else. - No.

No need to bother.

He hasn't changed.

Not changed? He's even more handsome than before.

Was it hard in the trenches?

No.

So, Paul, are we winning the war?

- I think so. - Take any prisoners?

- N0. - Well!

- Surprised? - A little.

Dubosq took four.

There was a shortage.

That's it, make fun of me!

Here's your food.

Sit down, Mum, I only have a few minutes.

I took off for an hour, but I wasn't allowed to.

Not allowed to see your mother?

I don't have a pass. It's complicated.

What matters is that you're here.

Yes.

I'm sorry I left you just now.

What was I thinking?

I forgot you're all I have.

We're all you ever had.

You were right to tell me not to see Marie.

You knew what awaited me.

I didn't recognise her. She's different.

- Like all the others. - Worse!

Worse, yes.

She can live there.

- She accepts it! - She's found her place.

Don't exaggerate.

Don't you defend her, either!

Save your breath, Dad. I already tried.

I've tried to find excuses.

It's hopeless.

I'm not so sure. Some kids...

She's not a kid!

Fine, I'll keep my mouth shut.

You're right, my boy.

Forget about her.

She wasn't worthy of you.

You'll soon forget her.

I think I will.

In a week's time you won't even remember her name.

Maybe sooner.

Of course.

When I think what she said about you.

A girl like that...

Forget about that, too, Son.

I'll forget Marie. Of that I'm sure.

One way or another.

You won't do anything stupid?

Is that all you can say?

- Trust you to think of that. - Really stupid I mean.

Don't put ideas into his head!

You won't do anything stupid?

I don't know what you mean.

You'll do all you can to come back, won't you, Paul?

- It's not up to me. - Then do your best.

What's that? Your father's mad!

Do you know what you're saying?

Look at your son, woman!

And not with your blind mother's eyes!

I've never been unhappy in love,

but I know he's desperately sad.

Mother, your son's had it if you don't do anything!

What are you saying?

Your son's not even here any more!

And I know how he plans to forget her.

Tell her otherwise!

- I'm sorry. - You get it now?

Paul!

My dear Paul,

I can't believe it!

I don't care any more, Mum. About anything.

You want to die?

Is that it?

What about me? Don't you think about me?

Not enough.

- Forgive me. - My son.

Dad, remember the first time you saw me visiting Marie?

You laughed and pretended you hadn't seen me.

You should have knocked me out!

We'll find you a nice little wife who'll love you.

It was her I wanted.

And... you still want her?

I don't know.

If you had her back, would you want to live?

- Would you fight back? - No-one can give me her back.

We can.

Are you serious, Mum?

She insulted you.

Yes.

I can't accept it.

Yes, you can. You can very well.

Tell him the truth.

- All of it? - Yes.

- He'll hate us. Especially you. - Too bad.

What truth?

We were vile to Marie.

Whatever she's told you, the truth is worse.

- I don't believe it. - Oh, yes: vile.

First by letting you have fun with her,

pretending not to see.

It suited us fine, and that was bad enough.

But we were really horrible - me especially -

when we realised you wanted to marry her.

Is that true, Mum?

Yes.

After what we dreamt of for you,

a girl from a care home, with no money or family?

No family.

Yes.

She was lucky that way.

We wanted to make you happy despite yourself.

When you left, everyone thought she was your fiancee.

They spoke to her about you,

asked her for news of you.

So what?

It was she who had news.

I had one letter a week.

Hers came every day. And what letters they were!

Each one increasingly tender.

Increasingly exuberant.

I was dying ofjealousy.

Mum!

It was killing me!

So I started tearing up your letters.

She was so unhappy, I carried on.

- Poor Marie. - Please forgive me.

Be quiet! I want to see her.

- You don't have time. - My life depends on it.

If you miss the train, you're a deserter.

I'll find a way.

You've nothing to say before you go? Paul!

I've nothing to say to you. You think money still exists.

The situation, the future... We have no future.

We believe in real things. lhadlove.

You wanted to steal it from me.

I've got 15 minutes to save it.

Paul! Will I see you again, Paul?

Paul!

You poor old girl.

Marie, I'm off.

If Auguste asks, I'll be back in an hour.

Oh, Mr Marchand! I'm pleased to see you.

I knew you were here.

Marie, listen.

What is it? Have you come to insult me again?

I told you to leave me alone.

- You must forgive me. - Never.

You must forgive me fast.

You're in a hurry so you're making your excuses fast.

Paul, leave it. Go away!

I'm a rotten swine.

That's true.

I should've believed you.

I should always believe you.

So you believe me now.

Yes.

Too late.

My mother told me.

S0 you believe your mother, not me.

Darling, don't be stubborn.

I won't go until you forgive me.

Go?

You're not on leave?

My train leaves soon. It may have left already.

But I had to see you at all costs.

Seeing you in this place, I was wrong to think...

But I understand.

Now I know the truth. You must forgive me.

- I must? - Yes, you must.

It would be terrible to part company like this.

If I didn't still love you,

despite what happened between us, do you think I'd be here?

A way to pass the time whilst on leave.

A girl called Marie,

tell her whatever you like.

You go away and forget her. You come back and find her.

Don't you understand I'm going away?

I don't know if I'll be back.

If you allowed me to kiss you now, I wouldn't be able to.

I'd be afraid I couldn't leave.

Can't you see I'm suffering? That I love you?

That I'm ashamed of what they did to you because of me?

Paul...

Look, I give in. You don't have to see me again.

But don't let me go thinking that you hate me.

Don't talk nonsense.

No, I couldn't do it.

I'll always see you in this bar

with those poor devils and that vile man.

Not thinking of me.

I couldn't do it, Marie.

Oh, what's the point?

If I really can't convince you,

if I can't win you over with all my love,

I don't give a damn if I die.

Paul...

Paul!

Don't go.

- Who's serving? - You'll have to wait for the boss.

I've been waiting 15 minutes.

Got any gloves?

- Clear off! Gloves? - Yes.

- In the stockroom. - I'll come back.

Please yourself.

Ginette! Get back to work.

Marie!

- My love. - Darling.

How could you doubt me?

You knew me, after all.

I should have known better.

I was so alone.

Don't stay here. Go back to my parents'.

No, I can't.

They'll never accept you came back for me.

I don't care if they accept it or not.

Go back to them.

- They'll take you back. - No.

Do you realise the risk I'm taking?

Every minute makes it worse.

If I miss the train, it's a disaster.

I'll be a deserter and a friend will be implicated.

I'll only go if you promise to wait for me.

And to wait for me at home.

I promise.

Come here.

Know the brigadier from the gendarmerie?

- His name's Robillard. - Of course.

Take this to him.

Tell him I've got a nice rabbit for him.

Tell him to hurry as it's a little high.

Hurry up. Go on.

Mind your hands!

You have to go now.

Every second is dangerous.

I know.

Don't worry.

We'll never believe anyone again.

Yes, my love.

I must really love you to ask you to leave.

Tell me, my love,

when I wasn't here...

You've always been here, darling.

Were you afraid for me?

No, never.

If I thought you were going to die, I couldn't think ill of you.

- But I might die. - Don't talk nonsense.

What would become of you? I have to think about it.

If you die, I shan't need anyone else.

But you won't die,

because you know you simply must come back.

You're so pretty.

Not pretty enough for what you've been through.

No!

Come on.

Having fun, were you?

So what if we were?

You're all undone, Marie. It's bad for the bar's reputation.

- She won't be staying. - Don't talk nonsense.

Marie works for me, remember.

She won't set foot in here again.

I'm taking her back to her parents.

- She doesn't have any. - She has mine.

I don't give a damn. Marie lives here and stays here.

I doubt that.

Even if I have to break yourjaw.

Just try it.

She's my wife.

You can have your apron back. Now let us go.

Take it easy. I've asked someone to come and see you.

- You can explain it to him. - Let us go.

No, I can't. The gendarmes are on their way.

It'd be rude not to wait for them.

You bastard!

You did that?

- Well, did you? - Yes, I did.

Your train!

Let me go or I'll hit you.

Let us go!

Leave me alone.

You swine!

You're not getting away, you bastard!

Well?

Stop fooling around!

Get up.

Get up!

He's dead.

- Where's Auguste? - In the stockroom, I think.

Auguste!

Auguste!

The gendarmes...

Auguste!

Auguste!

The gendarmes!

Hide.

- Let me handle it. - Yes, yes...

No-one here.

Hey! The Key's in the door.

Hello.

Ah, there's Marie.

Hello, Mr Robillard. How are you?

- Is anything wrong? - No, not at all.

Come on.

- You're in a good mood. - No more than usual.

We only find him when we're not looking for him.

- A glass of beaujolais? - Don't mind if I do.

- What happened? - I just left him.

Did the two of them meet?

Who?

Auguste and Marchand's boy.

Do you take me for a fool?

When Auguste called me, I told him to scram.

And where did he go?

To the station to catch his train. His leave was over.

He had a pass?

They get them from time to time.

And where is Auguste?

- Is he in the stockroom? - The stockroom?

Why would he be in there?

He's chasing Paul. I doubt he'll find him, though.

No wonder you're a cuckold!

He'll be out of breath when he gets back.

- Give him a hard time. - You can count on it.

All that nonsense about rabbits!

Mrs Marchand!

- Mrs Marchand! - What do you want?

- Are you looking for Paul? - No. He'll have got his train.

- N0, he's still here. - What do you mean, still here?

Lower your voice. If we're overheard...

He didn't leave?

No.

I'll explain.

- Well? - He's not here!

I just got back. The work's nearly done.

Shit!

Take cover!

Air-raid alert. Everyone take cover! Evacuate the bar!

I must see him again. We'll find a way.

- Please, Mrs Marchand... - Come on, hurry up!

Don't make me...

- Madam, calm down. - I have to go to him.

It's dangerous.

Don't worry about Marchand, he's in the other shelter.

Take a seat, madam.

Maybe the air raid held up your train.

- Let's make the most of it. - No.

No-one will ever know!

I'll go...

- I'll go to the guardroom. - You're mad!

Why?

I'm a murderer. I'll turn myself in.

Stop canoodling and take cover!

My train.

Mrs Marchand, you can't go out there!

AIR-RAID SHELTER

- Well? - Still nothing.

I've had it now. The bastard's not coming back.

Yes, he is! Don't worry.

It's not you who'll be court-martialled!

That'll teach me to do favours.

Go and see if he's coming.

Mrs Marchand!

The bar's been blown up.

My son...

- But Paul's gone. - What?

He went to get his train.

Come on, maybe we can still see him.

What is it, Marie?

Marie!

Marie! Marie!

The track's repaired. We can go.

- Get everyone aboard. - Right.

All aboard, lads.

Go on, lads.

You get on board. I'll wait a bit longer.

Bastard!

Come on!

Quiet in there!

You bastard!

You scared me to death. I ought to...

Give him back his things.

Playing at deserters, were we?

Did you see them?

I can tell. You look really happy.

Does she love you?

Does she love you or not?

Of course she loves me!

Any longer and you'd have missed the train.

You should have stayed. We might not be coming back.

He's right, you know.

I'll be back. I know I'll be back.

What an idea...

The war has to end someday, doesn't it?

Life has to begin again. Right?

Paul!

Paul!

Paul!

Look, lads!

Mum!

Marie!

Paul!

Mum! Marie!

See you soon!

- I'll be waiting, Paul. - We'll be waiting.

See you soon!

We'll be waiting!