Original subtitles

Gunfire and explosions in the distance

Dark music

-Valentin!

Valentin, where are you going now?

-In the sun.

I'll be back the day after tomorrow.

What they took from Benghazi! 4-0, ouch ouch ouch...

He coughs.

-The bean soup is too sweet. -What's too sweet?

-Colonel Grenoble. Password changed.

-I didn't know the other one.

-Hey, boss!

-Coming!

Attention, the cop behind you has spotted you.

-Thank you.

-Ali, take the helm.

-Yes, my lord!

Hey! Whistling

-Ho! Hey!

-How are you?

-Let's go further offshore.

We didn't pass Tripoli.

-We crossed the border.

-Hey, I know. -If the boss knows, he knows.

*-We learn of the arrival of General Rommel.

*.in command of the Deutsches Afrikakorps...

-Don't you have any music?

*"Maréchal, nous voilà" -Voilà!

Aircraft engine

Explosion

-Let's get out of here. -I'll take a look!

-Let's get out of here!

-What's that?

-Easy, easy... Are you all right, don't you feel any pain?

-Are you French? -Yes, we are.

-I'm fine, thank you very much.

It's going very well.

I haven't lost my cap.

-No, not on my.... Put it away, kid.

-We were on a plane.

-Where were you headed? -Cairo.

To bring musical instruments to the 7th armored division.

They formed an orchestra. Did you know that?

-Of course you can.

-Take this, it's good.

Brandy is strong.

-Yes. -What are we going to do with it?

Come on, get in. Get in!

When we're down,

...the first one to say that we sinned this...

Seen?

Hey, Valentin, there's the creek over there!

-I'll get the Angliche.

He sings in English.

-Don't bother, I'll take care of myself.

Let me ask you something. Pass the salt.

-I'm going to throw him back in the water...

-Thank you.

-Where did you get that?

-In the little cupboard. There's everything you need.

-Get dressed, we're coming.

-In Libya, I'm going to dump you on the beach.

-I can't do this again. The Italians will stop me.

-In civilian clothes, mistaken for a spy, shot, you prefer?

-But touch it, it's still wet.

-I don't care, just keep the shorts on.

-No. It's not regulation.

Spy shorts. -Hey, hey, hey!

-We weren't introduced. Basil Ferguson.

-Mohammed Ben Zourbi.

Going down? -There's plenty of water!

-I'll be back the day after tomorrow.

-Hi, kid. -Hey, boss.

-Where am I going?

-On the right, Tunisia, 100 km.

-And the British?

-Ah, the British... 1000 km that way.

-1000 km? -From here, 950 at most.

-Where can we touch you possibly?

-There's no way!

Now go away.

Come on...

Arabic song in the distance

Discussions *Soft music

-Madame...

-Renata

My love

-Go ahead.

-Hello, little one.

Ah! -Are you hungry?

-Hey, is the merchandise here?

-Le Lombard is coming. "Liszt's "Liebesträume

Are you staying over?

That's beautiful.

-Ali is picking me up the day after tomorrow.

-Is it any good?

-I love you.

A knock on the door.

Go ahead.

-God, I can't stand up. Give me a drink.

-Hi, there.

This country will kill me. Ah, I can't take it anymore!

So, how are things in Tunisia?

-Bad. 4-0 to Benghazi.

-Oh, I'm talking about the war. -Ah, the war...

Parmesan? -No, leave it, I've thought of it.

Here's a piece of cheese, and it's good, top-quality cheese.

-Do you have the merchandise? -Have you?

Do you have the money?

Three crates of Portuguese sardines. - Mmm....

-Twelve cans of oil. -Yes.

-527 shoes, size 41, here.

240 khaki blankets...

...and 100 dozen wool balaclavas, here

-Balaclavas? In wool? Here?

(in English) -A hot bath and a whisky

For brave little Basil

Who's lost for good

The pebble falls.

-Ambrosio, my love

Ambrosio, my love

Animal cries Gunfire

*Romantic music

-Not the slippers.....

From Giuseppe!

-What, his slippers? He won't wear them again.

Oh, is that it? I didn't mean to to desecrate his charentaises.

I wear them in her memory. She sobs.

This is it. Oh là là là là là...

He turns up the sound.

She growls. You little rascal...

*-Mussolini lives....

-They're giving us the runaround with their advertising!

Come, my little darling.

She shouts and they laugh.

-No... -No what?

-I'm going to bottle the oil.

-Don't you want a hug? Come on...

She laughs.

Was he in the active service? -Who was?

She sobs.

-Look, it's not my fault, he's everywhere.

On the radio, above the pillow, I've had enough.

We strike. Like a soldier.

-Who's in there? -Never mind.

-You've got to be kidding me!

-I wanted to ask you I'm not from the country.

Do you know of an open hotel? Even a very simple one.

-He's a madman.

Military songs

Come on...

-Good evening.

-Oh!

He strikes.

-You got your papers?

-Yes.

-What about him?

-You, out of the way.

-My cap.

-Hide there.

-I don't want to leave you alone.

Soft music

Italian hubbub

-Renata, my love

He yawns.

Italian hubbub

-Let go! Let go of that man!

Voilà!

Here!

Shots fired

He starts the bike.

-Hey!

Rhythmic military music

-I am an officer in the British Army!

Give me back my hat!

Are you here too?

Can you hear me?

He grunts.

How are you?

How are you?

-Wonderful.

-What happened?

-They interviewed me.

Ouch!

They set out to...

That I was a partisan.

-Who do you work for?

-On my own account.

-They'll shoot you. -Not you.

You're a prisoner of war.

-I would have done better killed myself on a plane.

-Ain't life grand?

We knock.

-What did he say?

-He's coming to my cell tonight.

-What for?

-Take me down.

He has no interest to be made to talk.

He's right, if I were him... Ouch!

-We must try to get out.

-There's nothing to try.

-Here we are.

I'm going to say that you were under my command.

-Where do you live?

-Just outside London.

Here's what we're going to do... -Don't do it.

Do you grow hydrangeas there?

-A little, but my mother loves little flowers.

-Is that so? -If we try...

-Hydrangeas require a large lawn.

It's beautiful, but you have to take care of it.

He sighs. Ouch!

-Why are you talking about anything?

What's the matter with you?

He sighs.

-The cockroach.

The door opens.

Military bugle

Horn

Hubbub

-Did you set this up? Do you have accomplices?

The camel was my brother-in-law.

-Hey! -What's up?

-Let's walk in a trance, don't attract attention.

You weigh your weight.

-Shit...

Come on.

Soldiers approach at walking pace.

The soldiers move away.

-What's up?

Soft music

-This is not the time.

-Careful, please, I saw her first.

-And if you type...

In the eye of a soldier?

-Oh, she's leaving.

-Please continue. -How do you like it?

-Your signals.

This is the Swiss consulate, she has to spot us.

-What if I poke a soldier in the eye? -Jesus, come on!

Make it clear that we're two escapees.

-She was so pretty... -All whores.

-How about surrender?

-Why do you want it? -Because I'm hungry.

Call of the muezzin

-Lorène, hurry up.

-Would you like me to have bare shoulders?

-Yes, it looks better on you.

-Yasmine! Our guests will be here soon!

-My respects. -Did you know Major Becker?

-I had guessed.

-Do you prefer caviar?

-Our staff doesn't appreciate the presence...

From these two spies the day our troops arrived.

-Don't worry, Herr Major.

Capturing them is a matter of hours, if not minutes.

-Capturing them isn't enough. You have to make them talk.

He laughs.

-We have our system. -You're not going to torment them?

-As Machiavelli said, the end justifies the means.

Laughter

-We know how to make people talk those who have nothing to say.

-Who are you talking about? -The two escapees.

English and French, everyone is...

...in the know, except you.

-Paul-Émile!

The car starts.

Italian hubbub

Horn

-Why are you doing this? -I wonder.

-I'm not at peace. -Why not? She's charming.

-We don't have that in Switzerland. The architecture...

Here, you can't see, the sun has gone down, but...

-No time to talk to you. Stay here in the meantime.

-Waiting for what? -I don't know.

In principle, we are neutral, but the right to asylum is suspended.

-Whatever happens.., I would like you...

-I'm fine, thank you, ma'am.

-The little one brings the food.

-If that's not too much to ask,

...do you have any gomina?

-Hey!

A tool kit.

-Is that all?

-Which side are the Swiss on? -We'll see.

Hubbub

Everyone is silent.

-Where have you been?

-Do you like me? -Yes, dinner is served.

-Can I tell you everything? -Yes, you can.

-The two escapees are upstairs, in a room.

-How did they get here? -I went looking for them.

-What did you do for a living? -Cartoonist.

To Punch. Pass the soap.

What about you?

I was in the Chevreuse Valley, near Paris.

I was making roses. They bombed everything.

-Bombarded with roses?

-Is that your foot? I'm so sorry. -Yes, sorry.

Are you married?

He sighs. -Not so much.

-Me, with the war over, I'm going to get married a lot.

I'm going to take a shower.

-After a bath?

-Yes, that's greed.

He laughs.

*Waltz

*Tango

-Explain, quickly.

-But nothing, they're here. I put them in your room.

-Are you crazy?

What are you meddling with?

-They called me for help, on a terrace, one in pyjamas.

-In pyjamas? -Yes, in pajamas.

-Lorène, I can't hide people we're looking for.

-Would you like a pillow? -Gladly, dear friend.

-Do you sleep with the window open? -As you wish.

-It'll get cooler. -You can sleep in my jacket.

-Yes, perhaps.

Do you have a favorite side? -I don't care.

-If you don't mind, I'll move to the right.

Good night.

Morrison... -Ferguson.

-The same.

-I won't keep you conversation for long,

...I'm getting tired.

-You're welcome. Please...

Someone is approaching.

The door shakes. -Open the door.

I'm the consul. -There's no key.

-Yes, that's true.

-Mr. Consul... -They're lying down, too!

No way... (-Shh, my friend's asleep.)

(-My robe.) (-Valentin Bonbon. And you?)

(-Paul-Émile Daloz, Swiss consul).

(My house is not a hideout for thugs).

(-Do you mind if I turn this off? He's in his first sleep).

(-I'll give you 5 minutes, okay?)

(-No.) (-How, no?)

(-Your wife who brought us here.) (-You are despicable.)

(What about my career?) -What about my career?

-What's wrong?

-You woke him up. Good for you. Come on, get out.

-Just a moment...

-Get out! No kidding!

All the same.....

He mumbles.

Come on.

Come on, now...

Get some sleep.

Good evening... Anderson, right?

-How do they look? -Untraceable.

-Have you searched searched the medina?

-Go and find them in there.

-You're thinking, two young in the medina...

-They'll be back in 3 days.

-How will they get across the desert?

-They should be visible from a distance.

The Englishman in his uniform and the Frenchman with his...

He snaps his fingers. -Pajamas.

-Let's move on to the garden.

Orangeade? Orangeade?

Ahmed!

The smell of orange trees is exceptional.

You didn't make Amalia dance. Where is Amalia?

Excuse me, sir. -They've got it all figured out.

-Are they going to search? -If they ask me...

-Amalia! -Take these two guys out for a drive.

-What if I'm arrested? -Figure it out.

Get them out of here now, you stupid...

-Yes, darling.

-A few guests would like to visit the house.

-It's well worth a visit. The first floor dates back to the 11th century.

Mosaics have this particularity...

-Wake up, for God's sake! Wake up!

Come on!

Put everything away.

-Rooms are of no interest. What are you doing here?

-I don't know.

-Let's check out the library, more interesting, over there.

-There's someone under the bed. -I don't know. I don't know.

-Ah...

-Don't you have your papers?

-I don't even have driver's license.

-Turn around. -Don't do it.

-Halt!

-Go for it! -No, I won't.

-Are you from the Swiss consulate?

-Yes, I'm the consul's wife.

-Are you going far? -Why do you ask?

-Because we need to know.

-I'm going all the way to Gemalia.

...and I accompany the Oberleutnant with my brother.

-Huh?

-Please step back, ma'am.

Halt!

Stop the engine.

Come down. -Say...

Shots fired

The engine starts.

Italian hubbub

Shots fired

-How are you?

-Yes.

Get off the road!

Sad music

-I don't mean to be a killjoy, but I think we're screwed.

-We've got to get to my boat. -What boat?

Ah yes, the boat! Where is it?

-Normally, at the cove.

What has?

What's wrong? What's wrong?

I take the wheel.

In 10 minutes, we're off on a cruise. Where's the first one?

-But you asked this lady if she could take some time off?

-She'd better get back to dancing with those gentlemen?

-No...

-In Tunisia, you can reach your husband.

-Thank you, monsieur. -What's your name?

He starts the car.

Huh?

-I just can't see your raft, dear friend.

-Me neither, but I hear it.

-Can you hear anything?

We hear nothing.

-How long are you going to pester me with your complaints?

-Have you killed people before?

-No.

-What's it to you?

-I don't know yet.

An engine approaches.

-Hey...

-I don't want to leave.

-It's too late for that.

-Get moving! -Don't move!

-What's up? Explosion

Very well, then, this time, I'm warning you,

...I'm going to turn myself in.

-He goes every day.

-I don't care about the war.

-All you had to do was stay home.

-And this lady, what is she going to do?

-Madam?

She screams.

-Have you gone mad? -Oh, oh!

You've been terrorized.

You're going to walk home like that, I forced you to drive.

Understand? If need be, the Englishman raped you.

-Why me? -You, the gentleman,

...at the gniouf, that's your dream.

I'll keep the car.

-Where to?

-Due south. Maybe I'll meet the English.

They're not far away.

-I don't know, I'm not in charge.

-Madame. Hello, other one.

-Valentin! -What's up?

-We've had our spats... -All right, then! Here's to better days!

-Yes.... goodbye.

Just in case, I'll leave you my London phone.

This is Kensington, 0950.

Goodbye.

And thank you.

-Basil! -What's up?

-Come with me! -Why should I?

-Because!

It's better if we don't leave each other.

-Yes, it's better if we don't leave each other.

What about her?

-She'll forget.

He starts the car. -Onwards for adventure!

But...

...what are you doing?

-Take the wheel, I can't drive!

Go for it!

It makes the engine hum.

Come on, come on!

Come on, for God's sake!

Come on!

-Why don't you push? -Oh, I...

-Leave it, go to the back. You, the big guy, push.

They growl as they push.

It starts.

-But you push! -It's useless to insist.

If you go south, you'll meet the desert in 20 km.

-So what?

So we need shovels, water, gasoline, food.

You won't get far in a master's car.

-Yeah...

Damn...

-Okay, hide in the rocks.

-Okay, how long?

-I'll go to the village and call the consulate.

-Where are they?

On the road? Where?

-I can't tell you, but I can show you.

I'm in Sidi Bara, in the market, in front of the post office.

Prepare a solid car, with water, gasoline, everything.

-I'll be there. Yes, with everything.

Scary music

Horn

I borrowed this car from the American consulate.

I fixed your story, but they'll get them, in spite of us.

-Did anyone see you load the car? -No, we didn't.

-Are you scared?

-I didn't go to school to bring sandwiches to convicts.

-Are they condemned?

-They escaped, they killed an officer,

.but you can't blame them.

Why are you looking at me? -You look terrible.

-How much longer? -No, 5 minutes.

-You're ridiculous!

-I don't want to get my stuff wet!

Horn

-I think I hear a noise.

-Really? Where?

-In the engine.

I'll go down and have a look.

-Don't rush.

The engine is in front. You show them the way.

-To whom?

Are you crazy?

-You're innocent, I forced you!

Tell them I beat you!

-Lorène!

-My clothes! My clothes!

Give me my clothes! -Hurry up!

The car stops.

-On the road, they'll find us. -Let's get the hell out of the desert.

I'll take the wheel. -No, you're not.

-What did she say? -When I don't drive,

...I'm scared!

-Faster, faster! -Oh, shit, huh!

-Bravo, Lorène!

-Here's something else! -A dam!

Shots fired

-Are you into it? -Don't worry.

-What do you think you're doing? -Hush, be quiet.

The goats bleat.

Any others? -No, no one else.

-We were in the wrong.

Gay music

-A date?

-Thank you, very kind.

He spits. -Distinguished.

-Excuse me, sir. -Pass it on.

Lorène, a treat?

-There's no water.

-Say, two things.

Between us, the language, will be French.

No comments in your own dialect, okay?

-Secondly, there's no more water.

-Did they? -They shot the canisters.

-Shit...

-Look, what's that?

Are there places like this in the desert?

-The desert, this is where it starts.

We'll ask for water. -I'll go alone.

If this is a trap, I'll shoot in the air. Give me the gun.

He whistles. -Give it to him.

Why does he do it?

-He's a professional. She laughs.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Do you have any whisky?

-Step aside. What did you do before the war?

-Pianist. -Classical?

-Yeah, Chopin, Mozart, Beethoven, the whole gang.

-Were you a success? -Huge.

Aircraft engine

-Are they looking for us? -If they find us, it's all the same.

The plane pulls away.

I'll get Basil.

I used to make flowers. Did you?

-I can't remember.

-Losing your memory?

-That's it.

-You are old. -26.

-Oh, dear...

What's up? -You have to buy water here.

So..,

...since we don't have any money, I played.

-And the fleet? -No fleet.

I lost 100,000 lire.

But our friend is very sporty.

He accepts the car instead of money.

This fool doesn't realize she's worth less.

-Hey! -What's up?

-Valentin, please, no scandal here!

-Let's get out of here.

-OK...

-For you.

-Are there any blankets? -Why do you ask?

-Take some, it's going to be cold.

Intriguing music

The wind blows.

-The campaign!

-What do we do?

-South. -Yes, sir.

-It's good, isn't it? - Mmm....

Ily has a scorpion. She screams.

He laughs.

-I was scared.

-It's not very fine.

They laugh.

A Bedouin sings in the distance.

-What's going on? -They're heading north, towards the city.

-So what?

-I want to go home.

-At home, they want to shoot you.

-I don't mind. -Come along.

-Let me go, I've had enough!

Poor guy! -Come on!

-Stay away from me! Somebody help!

-Lorène! Lorene!

Calm down! What's the meaning of this?

-I've had it!

-Basil, where are you going?

-I'm not leaving her alone in this desert!

-Oh! Hey!

Are you crying?

Don't do that.

We're tired too.

Come on, join us.

-I don't even know what time it is.

Soft music

-Madam, your bath has run.

-Stop!

-How are things? Water lapping

How do you like her? -Who, her? Bof....

-Yes, she's not...

-But if you look at her carefully, she has a kind of...

-Hey, ho!

-Elevator!

Gay music

Soft music

-You can't see anything behind it.

-I'm cold.

-The cover...

She yawns.

-Thank you.

-Leave it.

-He gets in the way, that's how accidents happen.

-But no...

-Let me drive. You can't take it anymore.

-Can't take it anymore? She laughs.

Oh, dear...

The motor stops.

A plane approaches.

-Hey! -What's up?

Turn off your lanterns.

-Maybe he was British.

-The lights over there are London.

She laughs. The plane pulls away.

-That's funny. -What's funny?

-I don't know.

There, like that, we're fine.

-Valentin, do you want in the back?

You'll have more room. -I'm fine.

We'll take turns, but first, we'll doze off for a quarter of an hour.

Where's the map?

Ah, here it is.

If you have a minute, you fill up your tank.

-It's a beautiful day in our little nightmare.

So, who wants tea or coffee? Please raise your hand.

-No time, put gas. -Oh.....

-You can't see anything on this map.

There's a fort, El Kezir.

-It should be avoided.

We're going offshore... -Sorry. Sorry.

-A deadpan, your husband.

-What do you do?

-He put water in the can.

-No way... -Shit!

-And I owe 100,000 lire to the guy yesterday.

-We're going to the fort.

-But....

If there are soldiers? -Ÿ has gasoline.

Scary music

-Inside,

...all for all! -All for what?

He sighs. -I don't know.

- "I don't know?"

-He loves me, always. Why is that?

*Gay music

-No.

-Who's the boss? -I'm in charge.

Why should I? -Do you have a radio?

-It's broken.

Why?

These two Englishmen landed in the desert.

I was going south with my husband, Oberleutnant Rudolph Muller.

They killed him.

He stops the music.

Where are you taking them?

-Here, and I'll ask you for some gas.

We're not equipped to take prisoners.

Here, nothing locks with the key.

It's just the three of us, with rations for three.

-What am I going to do? -You take...

.the whole benzina and you take them away...

-Hey...

Barking

-We take people prisoner, and then they settle down.

Please.

What can I offer you?

Would you like a sardine? -No, I'm fine.

Date-pit liqueur.

-Are the English lines far away?

-English lines?

I don't really know where our own lines are.

I'll reestablish contact.

With command. -No!

-For you, it's the least I can do. It'll just take a minute.

It's a great piece of equipment.

He whistles.

Very good.

Give me that.

Gunshot and scream

-Hop!

-Ouch!

-I killed him, it's horrible!

-The two bidasses, against the wall!

Count up to 200,000. I'm listening.

-Come on!

-How many corpses on your conscience?

This is my first.

I'm a finished woman, it's over.

-He's not dead. -He's going to die, all the same.

I killed a family man.

He offered me his sardines and I killed him!

-What do you do?

-He's got nothing, she has to realize that.

-Turn around!

-I know what to do.

-He bugs me, that Englishman!

-Please shut your mouth!

-How does he talk to me?

-Listen, murderers to murderers, we're not going to start arguing.

-See?

How's it going?

-I've delayed you.

Onward and upward! -Did you get his address?

I was thinking of writing to him.

-Basil, you are what I call a man!

-Belote.

This game is fun.

-The funny thing is, I have the jack. Diamonds.

And 10 de der. Not a bad game.

-I'm like a rat.

What a romantic fire!

-Yeah...

-Why don't you make us a cup of coffee instead of dreaming again?

-I don't drink coffee.

-Why are you grumbling? It's annoying.

These intellectuals with mood swings for no reason...

She laughs.

-Where are you going?

-At the cinema.

Animal cry in the distance

-Well...

-We're going for a walk.

-Walk? -I've got some serious things to tell you.

She laughs.

-What's the big deal?

-I need to talk to you... -Yes?

-Seriously. - Mmm....

-Let me get this straight. -Yes?

-Oh, a shooting star!

-Well, well...

-So, dear Lorène...

...what can I tell you?

-Well, don't say anything.

-Are you cold? -No, why should I be?

-Because I'm a designer.

In my comics, when the man says words of love to the woman,

...I make her say, "I'm cold."

So he takes her in his arms, and the next drawing, he kisses her.

She laughs.

-What's your middle name? The English always have two.

Richard?

Edward?

-Cornelius. -Oh.....

They laugh.

-No, not that!

Let the three of us agree, we don't need that here.

Let's get out of here, the love scenes afterwards.

Sorry.

-I think you're right.

-I think you're right.

-We're off.

-Good evening.

-Good evening, dear friend.

I've made my niche.

-Good evening. Good evening. -Good evening. Good evening.

-You don't have to rock me.

Animal cry in the distance

Someone is approaching.

Didn't he come back? -No, he hasn't.

-I was worried.

Watch your step. -Oh, pardon me.

-You are... What time is it?

Are you like this, with nothing? -Yes, we are.

He laughs.

-Shall we have a little chat? -No, we're not.

-Why do you ask? -I don't talk to just anyone.

-Oh, yeah, right.

The wind blows.

It's windy. -That's interesting.

-Well, yeah...

It won't be long to get back to where I belong.

-I'd like to be a boy. -Oh!

What's the point? -For the fun of it.

He laughs.

You boys, if someone sings to you...

-Do I sing to you? -You sing to me.

But I don't like you.

-Good thing I don't either.

Romantic music

Sigh

He grunts and sighs.

When we meet again Cherry time

The nightingale, the mockingbird

He hums and she hums along.

-Here you go! Hello, everybody!

-Hello, Churchill. Hop!

-Warm up the car, there's no time to lose.

He blows.

Well, this fire just won't take.

Those who want a hot breakfast can light it themselves.

It's not all I have to do.

-Chocolate.

He laughs.

-It's good.

-Look at that, this smoking habit!

This blanket is burned, it's unacceptable!

Go easy on the chocolate!

If you eat it all, what will we eat tomorrow?

Car tires?

Don't tire yourself out, both of you.

-What can I do, boss?

-Go and fold the tent!

-As if it were done!

-Basil? -Yes? What's this?

-I'm not yours, and not Valentin's either.

-This is not true.

Why are you telling me this?

-You know why. At least, I do.

Tonight or tomorrow, we will no longer be together.

You at home, me at home, and him somewhere else.

We are three memories.

-I know.

-So, Basil, don't you want to make a fire?

Please.

A plane approaches.

-Take cover!

On the car! Hide it with this! Catch it!

Take the other side!

(-He leaves.)

The plane pulls away.

The plane returns.

-He's seen us! -The fire!

-Be careful! Take cover!

Shots fired

-Shit! Shit! Shit! -Did you touch him?

-Take this.

The plane pulls away.

-Valentin!

-Say something!

-The cows...

-He said "cows"!

They laugh.

-Shh, watch out!

The wind blows.

She sighs.

He sighs.

He spits and chokes.

-Distinguished... They laugh.

-At the end of the day, we should run into your friends.

Or maybe they've given up.

-The English are up to no good? You must be joking!

-In the meantime, I can't see a thing.

-Can you smell it? The country air!

The British are not far behind.

-I feel like swimming. He laughs.

Do you have any cigarettes?

-Valentin has them. Hey, cigarettes!

No need to panic.

It's a plane on the ground.

-What can it do to us?

-It's an ambush, we're brown.

-You have to bluff. -Yeah.

Drop your weapons!

-See you there!

-You're finished!

-You don't scare them.

-I'm off.

-Basil! -He's mad!

-Basil! I'm doing it again!

-Ah là là, all the time enrayée, that firecracker!

-Why does it crawl? -Who knows?

-But he'll be killed!

-Hey!

-I'm off.

He starts the car.

-You have to see it to believe it!

I set up a commando operation, I arrive and there's not a cat in sight!

I've had it!

-It wasn't my fault. You're funny...

-I must have hurt the guys, they landed.

Here they are, they haven't gone far.

Do you know how to drive?

-The only thing I know how to do.

-We're saved.

-No one in front?

She starts the engine.

-Oh! But can you really fly?

-What did she do? -We're saved!

Clear the track! Remove the car!

Did you screw it up? -To save time!

-Where are we going? -Still take off.

-That's right! The door!

Well, then... Landing gear: none.

Magneto contact one plus two: I'm fine.

Ordering: free.

That's it!

-Bah alors? -Bah alors!

I missed my take-off! Practice makes perfect!

-Yes, but... what will become of us?

-Here I go again, we have to get out of this hole!

He won't take off!

-How? -Won't it take off?

-Something's broken, I don't know what. I've got the recorder out...

Let's go by car.

-The other bewildered man flanked her into the ravine.

-It'll be my fault!

This plane flew well.

Who shot it? Me or you?

No kidding...

-I thought I was on the other side of the lines.

-We can go like this, on the move.

-On the road?

But we're going to look ridiculous!

-My heart aches!

-It's airsickness!

Shock

It cuts the engine.

-This time...

Where's he going?

Will it pass?

-No, it's narrow. -Is there a tool kit?

The plane approaches.

-Your mess is over.

-It can happen to anyone.

-Here, the toolkit...

Soft music

They laugh.

She screams.

-Hey ho! -Ho!

They laugh.

-Here.

-Only four more to go.

-You know what's coming down tonight? -What's falling tonight?

-It's Christmas. December 24th.

-I wonder what what I'll have in my shoes.

She laughs.

-Take a look.

Hey, Brits...

He whistles. -How dare you?

She plays the piano.

-Valentin! Lorene! Get in!

This way!

Come and join us!

Get in!

There they are!

There they are!

Bagpipes in the distance -Hey ho!

-The English....

-Hey!

-They're too far away.

-Do you think... we'll meet again, the three of us?

-Perhaps.

-Because otherwise, well, for me...

...I'll be sorry.

-Yeah.

Come on, let's go downstairs. -No, we won't.

-Why?

-It's Christmas and we're celebrating.

Right? All three of them.

Then we'll say goodbye.

Well, goodbye.

Soft music

-I remember a day far from here

We were three children too

There was you

There was me

There was us

We were like three figurines

That came to life in their window

I was the dance and you were the luck

And he childhood

A milestone to remember

The light weather of old Sundays

I see the fine rain Falling on the wisteria

In the middle of June

Three strikes

Cabaret music

Soft piano music

Soft violin music

Soft piano music

-I remember a day far from here

We were three children too

There was you, there was me

There was us

A milestone to remember

The light weather of old Sundays

I see the fine rain Falling on the wisteria

In the middle of June

We were about to embark on a great journey

But I've kept something from the past

Your beautiful face, like a hostage

Whose age I no longer know

Vehicles approach.

(-Hey! Hey!)

(But no!)

-What? (-Shh!)

The vehicle starts.

-Watch out! She screams.

Explosion

To the right! Now we're protected!

The English! We're saved!

Screams in the distance

They're shooting at us, the English!

-Valentin!

-They're crazy!

-It's not my fault, we're in a German armored car!

-We're screwed. -Go with Lorene.

I'm staying.

-Take her away. -Hear me out.

-There's no "listen to me"! Bring back the Brits!

Shots fired

See you later, kids.

Gunfire and explosions

Explosion

-Stop, there! Damn it, stop!

Aircraft engine and falling bomb

Explosion

The plane takes off.

-Yes, we'll write to each other, and then we'll meet again.

It's going to be wonderful.

-Yes, but Valentin?

We're going to save him, aren't we? -Yes, we are.

-I'll be waiting here for you when you arrive.

Sad music