Original subtitles

In May 1944, I was 12 years old.

I was classified as ugly,

by far the largest category.

My nose had not yet attained maturity,

but it already showed promise.

And like all the cross-eyed, the flaming redheads,

the short, the fat, the stubby and other big-noses,

my only concern was...

How, by what strategy, could I seduce the one

who was for me the most beautiful girl in the world?

I promise... I swear!

To our captain. 3rd regiment Infantry of Senegal.

To my husband, a hero who fell for his country.

To our father, father and grandfather of distressed children.

Don't stand there, kids. Get in the shelter.

Alfred, you too.

Really, don't stand there. Come on.

To be safer we should go to the porch.

Mom!

Never! I'm not leaving Émile to the pellets.

Mom, you can't stay under the bombs.

You go. He never recoiled from the enemy.

What enemy? These are the English.

Okay. I retreat but I'm not surrendering.

- Not like some... - Let's go.

Mamadou, let's go.

Mamadou!

My God, couldn't you leave your nag outside?

How can I bury you if he dies?

He prefers his animals over Christians.

Calm down my brothers and pray.

Our Father, who art in Heaven Hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.

(Mamadou prays in Arabic)

And forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who trespass against us.

Deliver us from evil.

Amen.

- Afraid for your house? - Yes

I hope the damned bridge gets hit this time.

Ouch, my foot.

Where's your shoe?

Answer. Where's your shoe?

- I lost it. - Your last leather pair.

She'll wear sandals then.

- What do I care. - Don't be insolent!

Let us sing, my brothers.

Thank you, God!

What is she saying?

I don't know. Only Pierre-Marie can understand her.

Pierre-Marie?

- Have you seen him? - No.

Pierre-Marie!

Pierre-Marie!

Pierre-Marie!

Pierre-Marie!

Are you okay?

- Pierre-Marie. - He's bleeding.

- What was he thinking? - Are you hurt?

- And that for a shoe. - They missed the bridge again.

How awful!

They missed the bridge, but didn't miss the hearse.

They killed him again. He's been murdered twice.

Poor Marguerite.

He didn't suffer the second time, at least.

Sincere condolences, Madam.

I lost everything, too. He's all I have left.

I'm no longer needed. My condolences.

I will pray for you.

Jocelyne, I found your shoe.

Thank you, dear Pierre-Marie.

- Poor Marguerite. - It's horrible.

What a story.

Does this hurt? It will get blue. Keep your nose up.

Will this prevent it from growing big?

It's not that big.

A big nose means a strong willy.

- Yvette! - It's true.

Nature knows best.

Better you and not your sister. Poor girl.

What do you mean, Louise?

- Nothing... It's awkward for a girl. - Thank you, Louise. How nice!

- I'm not talking about you. - I hope so.

In that respect, Madeleine is well provided for.

What, "well provided"? Really, Yvette!

I'll get it.

We could've had a beautiful funeral in Saint-Malo.

If only Émile had died sooner.

Marguerite!

Before coming to this god-forsaken hole.

God-forsaken hole?

That's life! Nobody chooses when to die.

Okay, go ahead little man.

Let me see.

This is your grandfather during the war of 1914.

Oh, he was handsome.

You were lucky he married you.

Pierre-Marie! Don't say those things!

Why? Nobody will want to marry me.

- You're being silly. - I'm not.

- Hello, ladies. - Hello, darling.

Hello, Pierre-Marie.

- It's from my mother. - For me?

She wanted to thank you for my shoe.

Oh, what a beautiful egg!

- It's fresh. You can eat it soft boiled. - Don't break it.

Say thank you! Don't stand there like an asparagus.

Oh, an asparagus...

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Take the box. You can reuse it.

Thanks.

Goodbye, ladies.

Goodbye, Jocelyne.

Bye, Pierre-Marie.

Show some gallantry! Walk Jocelyne out.

He'd behave like a hick, if I didn't keep an eye.

My mother says you're a nice guy.

It's true. You're nice.

I hope I'll find boys like you in Combourg.

- Combourg? - Yes.

Dad sends us to my aunt. Because of the bridge.

We're too close. Part of the roof fell down.

We won't see each other anymore.

Wait! Can we meet tomorrow?

No, I have to help my mother with the trunks.

- Ah, it's you. - I was waiting for you.

Sit down.

See ya, Big-Nose.

Bastard.

You got screwed again.

Disgusting. Pretty girls only want pretty boys.

Ugly girls too.

You're right. Nothing much left for us.

Look, you can't complain.

You're not bad... your body.

They don't care. Have you seen Paulo's face?

- And his bike. - Yeah.

So they say, but...

- Would you like to screw an ugly girl? - Not really.

- You know what that means? - Yes.

- Okay, see ya. - See ya.

That rascal is doing better than his sister.

They have been through a lot.

So have you. Take it easy now.

You don't look well.

Get changed before you get dirty.

- Is it contagious, doctor? - Jaundice? No.

No risk for Madeleine or the baby.

It's just that... I'll be rehearsing Fidelio and...

I'm telling you that there is no risk.

- Dear friend. - Thank you.

- Thank you, Paul. - Goodbye, Mado.

I'll come tomorrow.

Are you putting yourself in quarantine?

I was joking.

Don't touch me, you'll catch the disease.

After six months of fighting,

the British army, backed by the Americans,

just conquered the strategic town Monte Cassino.

Yvette, the window.

Nobody can hear us.

It's bad for my throat.

Mom, come to the table.

- A job well done. - They will be here soon.

Change station, it could be dangerous.

So many months to get through a bloody minefield!

My Émile spent nights to clear mines... with a bayonet.

In charge of his 300 Senegalese. Oh my God!

I won't forget his handsome face, black with soot.

- They had courage in those days. - That's from Wagner, Mom.

Your elbows!

At Verdun, they stayed 2 years face to face not moving an inch.

And the night he captured the bloody peak?

You can't remember. You were still small.

That night he was wounded in the shoulder,

he lost at least 2000 Negroes,

but he captured the damned peak.

Yes, but it was re-captured the next day.

I thought he had only 300 men?

Men died everywhere, Louise. It was hell.

Thousands died for nothing.

Do you want mine?

War serves no purpose...

I can't hear with that noise. What?

Well... I'm in my house, Marguerite.

No need to repeat it again and again.

I know we are just refugees in your house.

Pierre-Marie, come and stand guard.

Pierre-Marie, it's urgent.

Pierre-Marie, go guard your sister.

- What's wrong, my darling? What is it? - Nothing. The baby moved.

Pierre-Marie.

Pierre-Marie, go guard your sister! Bloody hell!

Don't rush. Drag your feet more!

Don't go away, huh? I'm scared.

I hope you grow up soon.

I'm grown up. Proof is, a boy kissed me.

Shut up. I'm thinking.

- You want to know who? - I don't care.

- Are you going to take long? - Yes.

His name is Robert.

It was last year in Saint-Malo.

Did Roger kiss you like this, or like that?

Like that.

He never kissed you, then.

His name is not Roger, but Robert.

You can't kiss like that because of your nose.

- You won't be able to kiss Jocelyne. - What do you know?

- She's leaving in two days. - She hasn't left yet.

Mom!

- Can I come with you? - What about school?

- It's Thursday. - Then take granny's bike.

Not that's a girl's bike. I prefer dad's.

- Go ask permission. - Wait for me, huh.

- Hurry up. - Wait for me.

♪ In seinem Herzen wühlen

♪ O Wonne, grosses Glück

♪ In seinem Herzen wühlen

♪ O Wonne, grosses Glück

♪ Schon war ich

♪ Schon war ich nah' im Staube

♪ Dem lauten Spott zum Raube

♪ Dahin, dahin

♪ Ja, dahin gestreckt zu sein

♪ Nun ist es Mir geworden

♪ Den Mörder selbst zu morden

- I haven't finished. - It was great.

- You think so? - Yeah.

- The "Augenblick" was so-so. - What?

You know, the... ♪Ha! Welch' ein Augenblick

- It's not bad. - It's much better.

Could you teach me to sing?

If we were in Saint-Malo, I'd take you in my class.

If you're still interested, we'll talk after Fidelio.

Really? That would be wonderful.

- Say... could I borrow your bike? - Ah, that was it!

- Out of the question! - But, Dad...

- Take granny's. - It has a flat.

You manage somehow, but you can't have my bike.

- Now let me work. - Well, too bad...

I'll tell Mom you don't want me to help her with the food supplies.

I warn you. Not a single scratch, or I skin you.

Thanks, Dad.

Come on Pierre-Marie, don't trail behind.

Do you think that bridge is sturdy?

Yes, it's granite from Lanhélin.

Do you think a bomb could break it?

Why do you ask?

Because they've been bombing it for so long.

It must be hard to hit from high above.

That's why Jocelyne's parents want to go.

But if they hit the bridge directly?

A well-planted bomb, surely.

Come on.

Warning, MINES.

- Pierre-Marie! - Yes, Mom?

Wait a minute.

Oh my! It's getting hard.

Shall I carry the bag?

No, no.

- We can stop for 5 minutes. - No, no.

The baby is getting heavy.

How did the baby get there?

That's the magic of love.

- Is that "to screw"? - I forbid you to say such things!

- It's bad manners. - Ah. Okay.

Say, do you and Dad love each other?

But of course, darling. Why are you asking?

Dunno... You never kiss each other.

We just don't call you whenever we want to kiss.

You don't do it in front of everybody.

You're sad that Jocelyne is leaving, eh?

- She's not gone yet. - Ah, okay.

What about this? Look at this. It's a set.

Towels and tablecloth, all in cotton.

Wash them all you want, they won't fade.

We don't need ornaments on the farm.

Look at this.

Look.

It's nice to eat on a beautiful tablecloth on Sundays.

- Or for a communion. - We could...

We can't afford it.

And a pair of stockings? Real silk.

Not for me! Perhaps for the chicks at the Inn of Happiness.

They flirt with the Krauts and have everything. Right, Gaston?

Okay. Never mind.

Wait. Among French, we should help each other.

- How much do you want? - Not much.

Two dozen eggs,

a pound of butter,

5 kg of potatoes and a pound of bacon.

A half pound of bacon.

- Okay. - And the stockings, too.

So, what's this big thing?

(Prevent Jocelyne from leaving.)

Speak up. There's nobody here.

We'll prevent Jocelyne from leaving.

- But how? - Can you keep a secret?

- Well, yeah. - But a real secret.

Well, yeah. I'm your buddy, right?

Even if they torture you?

Well... It depends.

Come here.

I'll show you something.

So, you got something to say?

- Are you gonna talk? - But you haven't even told me anything.

You're stupid!

Shit!

It was just a test. Do you swear not to tell anyone?

- Not even your folks? - Yes, I swear. What the hell!

Spit.

There. Are you happy now?

Bombs fall on Jocelyne's house because of the bridge.

Yes.

If the bridge were destroyed, the bombing would stop.

Yes.

Then Jocelyne won't have to go away.

Yes.

- That's what we have to do. - Really?

We have to blow up the bridge.

You must be joking!

You're completely nuts.

But you're completely nuts!

He's nuts! He's nuts!

If Mom sees you outside with your jaundice...

She is annoying.

Come, Frédo.

My grandmother gave me the idea.

Does she have bombs?

- No. You use a mine. - A mine?

There are mines in the field under the bridge.

Oh my!

I know how to do it. Don't worry, Frédo.

If you know how, you don't need me.

Two are better than one.

Aha! I smell conspiracy.

Some girls' ears must be burning now.

Can't have peace in this shack. Come, Frédo.

We're out of here.

They even drink like men.

So you agree?

You're funny.

You're doing it for Jocelyne, but I...

You still don't get it... If we blow up the bridge,

goodbye "chubby", "big-nose"... We'll be heroes.

You could screw all the girls you want.

Even Jeanne?

You'll have to hide from her to have some peace.

What if we die?

Only if we get caught.

So?

- Okay, agreed. - Swear.

- Again? - Swear, I said.

I swear to blow up the bridge with you. Cross my heart and hope to die.

Little thug!

Not in a church.

I never know what you mean.

- Oh, it stinks! - Shh!

- It's me. Don't get scared. - What are you doing?

I'm not telling you. You blabbermouth.

Tell me or I call Mom.

I'm getting a mine, with Frédo.

- What for? - To blow up the bridge.

I want to come with you.

- No. - You never take me anywhere.

It's dangerous. You know.

If caught, we could die for France.

Why can't I die for France?

You're too small. And you got jaundice.

I'm fed up. I can never do anything.

Listen. If you want to help me, get in bed and shut up.

I don't want to help you, I want to come with you.

If I die, I'll give you all my toys.

The tin-soldiers, the wooden animals... Everything.

And even your slingshot?

Yes, but you must get in bed.

Thanks. Deal.

Bye.

Oh boy!

I told you.

It's full of Krauts.

No.

There're only four.

Yes, but the bridge... it is huge.

No. That's because it's night.

Everything looks big, you know.

- You think so? - Yeah.

I don't care. I'm going back home.

- Get serious! If you leave I scream. - You're such a bastard.

Do you see that tree?

Yes.

We bend it, put a mine on top, and hop, on their heads.

Look, they can't see us here.

I think I have diarrhea.

Don't shit your pants before we start.

- Take your pick. - What for?

To know who's going to dig up the mine.

I'm not going. I don't even know how.

It's easy...

You poke it in. And when it's hard, it's a mine.

And then, very, very slowly...

you get it out.

Frédo!

Let me go. Stop, I wanna go home.

Stop. You're going to tear my sock.

Light over there! No, more to the right!

Hurry!

Pierre-Marie... I don't want to die.

Just raise your hands, and they won't kill us.

- Pierre-Marie... - What?

- That's it! - "That's it" what?

I shat myself.

It's coming from up there.

There!

Just two kids.

When I think that I was afraid...

- Well? - It's just two kids.

"Two kids"? Get them out of there!

Alright, chief.

Come on, kids. Let's go.

You rascals.

- Move. - Little thugs.

Little prick, prick, prick.

I told you it wasn't possible.

"We'll be heroes" he said.

It's your fault for not getting out of there.

Why did I listen to you? I'm in big trouble.

My father will yell at me, and even slap me.

- I think I have another idea. - Oh... Not with me.

Some other stupid thing.

I'm splitting.

Chicken shit.

Pussy ass.

Shit stinker.

- Big-Nose! - Fatso!

Take this.

Oh, the idiot. He did it.

Not even a warning.

- Did you hear planes? - No.

- Why is that chair there? - I don't know.

- What happened? - We don't know, Yvette, dear.

- Go get dressed. - Don't catch cold.

Hush! The kids.

It was quite a strange sound.

They're sound asleep.

Alfred! What are you doing like that?

Nothing, Dad.

- Speak. - Well...

Nothing... What?

- What do I get for not telling? - Nothing.

- Or I'll tell you kissed Robert. - I don't care.

Here they come.

I assure you, he slept like an angel.

- What is it? - Stop pretending. What have you done?

- I was sleeping. - Disguised as a Senegalese?

- Frédo told me about the bridge. - He's lying.

- It's true. Liar! - Like father, like son.

- Okay, Mom. - Instead of Mozart, you got Bonaparte.

A child alone cannot blow up the bridge.

Where were you when it exploded?

- In the hallway. - Liar.

It's true. Yvette was taking a bath in the kitchen.

You see. He hasn't left the house.

The bridge is really blown up.

- The bridge is blown up? - That's right.

They're on alert everywhere.

If the Germans hear about it,

they'll think it was him... and you.

What can we do?

Nothing at all.

Let's hope the real saboteurs get caught soon.

- Nice attitude. - Madam!

Hostages were shot last week for much less.

Excuse her, brigadier.

Since the accident she's very emotional.

- You were watching Yvette naked? - Ouch!

The Krauts! Quick!

The Krauts are here.

What are you doing?

- We're hiding Pierre-Marie. - Because of the Krauts.

You've got balls. Thanks for the bridge. Now Jocelyne won't have to leave.

It's true Pierre-Marie, you're really a good guy.

You can tell us at recess.

At noon, as usual.

Hey!

They caught the English who blew up the bridge.

The Krauts shot them this morning.

Dirty liar.

- Pretentious twit. - A hero, right!

- I never said it was me. - You didn't deny it either.

What's this fight about? Rascals!

Are we done?

- Hey, Big-Nose, prepare to be butchered. - Come on, get in.

Filthy Jew.

Pierre-Marie? What are you doing here?

If mother Gendron saw you breaking bottles in her dining room.

If your parents know you are playing hookey,

you're going to be in a lot of trouble.

What is going on in that head?

You're a real Tézé. Stubborn as a mule.

Come with me to your grandfather's grave.

It'll clear your mind.

Your grandfather dug up mines in 1914, but you don't have to.

In fact, his Negroes did it.

Congratulations! Great sight.

I don't hold the English in my heart,

but now I say: Well done, Tommies.

The "fritz" are cooked.

Let's pick some flowers for your grandfather.

- White or blue? - Whatever. A pretty bouquet.

- Say, granny... - Yes?

What's a Jew?

Ah!

A Jew...

That's someone...

That's someone who isn't like us.

Why?

For example, Negroes are not like us,

and we can see they're not like us.

With Jews it's worse, because you can't see it.

But how can we recognize them?

Perhaps by their nose.

What about their nose?

It is hooked. It is long and hooked.

And also because they're rich doing nothing.

- How can they be rich doing nothing? - That we don't know.

Granny, when I grow up, I want to be Jewish.

No. You're French, Catholic, and proud to be so.

What are they doing?

Will you please stop immediately!

It's an order!

Are you crazy? What are you doing?

As you can see, Madam, we're filling the hole.

What hole? This is my husband's grave.

We can't leave the road like this.

You rather have everyone trample his grave?

No. But we were given orders.

Well, go ahead.

- Grandma! - You stay there.

Bury me with him, since you got your orders.

But Madam...

- Get out. - No!

Ask the mayor to put a plaque there for your husband.

- A plaque? With his name? - Yes, Madam.

Good. Pierre-Marie, you go back to school.

I'll take care of your grandfather.

See you soon, Émile.

Jocelyne! Hey, Jocelyne?

"Jocelyne! Jocelyne..."

- Here, this is for you. - Processed chocolate?

Thank you, but I hate it. It smells like vomit.

Thank you.

Hey, I like it.

Here.

No. That's enough, or I'll get sick.

You like it, huh?

- I can tell you never had real chocolate. - Why? You like it?

Once, my father brought me some from Paris.

- I've never eaten anything so good. - I can get you as much as you want.

- Really? - I swear.

How many you want? 2, 3 bars?

- What does Big-Nose want? - He says he can get me chocolate.

If it's like the bridge, you're not getting any.

- You bloody... - Stop, Pierre-Marie!

Stop!

- We'll meet again. - Yeah. Count on it.

You're lucky they stopped me. Blondie!

Have you seen your schnoz?

You're a real bastard for not telling me you had chocolate.

You have for the chicks, but for your pal, zilch!

It's just bogus, I don't have any.

But we'll find a way to get some.

You will. Not me.

- Looking for someone? - I was just walking...

Go walk elsewhere, little thug.

Where did you pinch this?

It's silk. It's for sale if you're interested.

You sell stockings?

Come over here, little bunny.

- Here's your shandy, kiddo. - Thanks, Madam.

Sit down.

Thanks, Madam.

You're awfully well-behaved, I must say.

Nice stuff. Can I ask where it comes from?

You swiped it, eh?

Whatever. I don't care.

The problem is, it's not my size.

Blanche!

Blanche, come here for one second.

You like it?

- Yes, Mrs. Dora? - Look at that.

Oh!

- Wow, it's silk. - Of course.

Try them on.

Thank you, Mrs. Dora.

Haven't seen such nice ones since I left Brest.

They're so soft.

It's so nice.

Good. How much do you want?

Isn't it enough?

You'll do well in business.

Nice.

A gift?

"Gift"... That's easily said.

- So, how much do you want? - I don't want money, Madam.

Hey, you're an early bloomer!

You like her, huh?

I'd like chocolate. The real stuff... One bar, please.

We have none, kiddo.

- But they said that... - "They" talk nonsense.

Here is the news bulletin.

Wait, honey.

We have no chocolate, but perhaps we can find some.

Huh, Blanche?

- What's your name again? - Uh... Frédo.

Blanche?

The German troops fled, blending in with the refugee convoys.

In Ukraine, after the annihilation...

Russia "gross".

Um... And "Deutschland, kaputt."

Okay, Frédo. If you bring another pair in two days,

and one pair size 44... remember that!

I'll get the chocolate.

One bar of real chocolate.

Let's shake on it, little bunny. Word of honor!

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

- A drink. - Please, dear. Blanche!

Frédo!

In the meantime, give this to your mother.

Come on.

Thank you, Madam.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

What are you doing here?

I have a present for you.

A present?

- What is it? - Open it.

- You nicked them from your mother? - Not at all.

I bought them for your birthday.

- That was in January. - I know.

I'm really late, but as they say...

Damn, I dunno what they say.

- Put them on. - Okay.

- They look good on you! - Thank you.

I'll have the chocolate tomorrow as planned.

Okay.

- Why do you like Paulo better? - I dunno.

I like you too. You make me laugh.

You're a good friend.

And Paulo makes you laugh as well?

No... Well...

It's not the same.

Good. I must go home.

Thank you.

- Goodbye. - You're welcome.

Fidelio hasn't been decided yet. The Kommandantur is stalling.

Even Beethoven is subversive now... Where's your mother?

Madeleine, come eat!

Show your hands.

It's okay.

Ah!

Oh, Madeleine!

- What's going on? - Nothing. I just want to look pretty.

- I forgot a special date. - Not at all.

- And those trinkets? - These?

Ask your son.

Paulette brought them just now.

He gave them to Jocelyne.

Where do they come from?

- They have the same at Robillard. - Nobody asked you.

- You stole them? - Perhaps he found them.

- Gold jewelry in the street? - They're not real gold.

Did you steal them?

Okay. Tomorrow we go to Robillard to find out.

I didn't steal them, I traded them.

With whom?

With Fernande. Jeanne Blanchet's big sister.

For what?

For what?

You won't be pleased.

- Silk stockings. - Oh!

I did like you, I took the stockings.

- Barter is a bad example for these kids. - How would you eat, if I didn't barter?

As for you! Silk stockings are not cheap.

So please undo the exchange tomorrow. Okay?

Not tomorrow. She left. She'll be back in two days.

- We'll see. For now, off to bed. - Go!

Pierre-Marie.

There! You didn't steal that one! Little heathen.

To bed hungry will teach him!

For our prisoners.

- Till this evening, my bunny. - Thank you, Madam.

Those ladies are very generous.

- Vulgar, but generous. - With the Krauts' money...

- Prisoners don't mind. - You're wrong, Louise.

Prisoners don't like collaborators' money.

- What? - Mom...

- You don't like my money? - Not in front of the Lord's house.

Ladies, take your money. Please, Dora, no scandal.

You usually leave your money with an elastic.

This note smells like a "tart".

- Are you calling me a tart? You old bat! - Please, Madam. A little dignity.

Tone it down. You are not morally superior.

What does that mean? Did you hear that, darling?

My wife is right. A little dignity.

Dignity...

She's tough, that one.

- We know you deal with the local hicks. - We're at war, Madam. We get by.

What do you think I do?

Lace is my specialty, and my ass is all I have for defense.

You can be proud of the show you offer the occupier.

Here! That's what poor Gabriel would have done!

And you, go home!

Kiddo.

- That was a close call. - Why?

- I know those girls. - Oh?

Yes.

Upon leaving, she gave me the earrings.

I understand your fear. If she doesn't return the stockings, you're screwed.

You'll see, she's really nice.

You think she'll show her thighs?

I'm gonna get a boner.

Wow, what a ride!

- It's the G engine. - Yeah, it is.

Come on.

- Go ahead. - After you, Pierre-Marie.

- You first. - You know the place better.

No!

Poor kid, there's no chocolate.

And I'll tell you, He doesn't care for your stockings.

He won't need them in Russia.

Aren't you Tézé's son by any chance?

Ah, if your mother only knew!

Right, she wants the stockings back.

Well, your earrings.

Now be nice, big guy.

It will be dark, and you haven't made it to Saint-Malo.

Another one.

Don't start any problems.

- Go outside. - No.

I'm not leaving.

Room.

I'm staying.

You're becoming a pain in the ass.

Get out!

Raus!

I'm telling you this... for you.

I'm not the one going to jail.

Good luck, big guy.

You're both still here?

Your mother wants her stockings back?

My brother spilled the beans.

Did you hear, Blanche?

Frédo here wants his stockings back.

Well my bunny, come and get them.

Come on, scram.

Well then, I can't hear you back there!

Stop. Your damned farm is too far away.

I have to go home.

Or else my dad is gonna yell at me again.

You're such a pain. The farmer may not have the stockings anymore.

Go back if you want. I won't go home without the stockings.

But you're stupid. You'll just get a beating and that's it.

This is a bad time to...

Look.

It's the Kraut's bike from the inn.

He won't make it to Saint-Malo, if he stops at every bar along the way.

Let's get out of here.

Wait, I have an idea.

Oh... What?

- What if we puncture his tires? - You're crazy.

- I don't care. It's none of my business. - Look. He can't see us.

- If he leaves we have time to run away. - I don't want to.

You'll see, we'll have a good laugh.

- No. I don't want to. - Come on.

Okay, here we go.

It's okay. Come on, come on.

Take the front wheel.

- Did you find the valve? - Yes.

- He left his machine gun. - Damn, don't touch that!

Oh my. It's heavy.

What are you doing?

Friends...

Stop!

Don't move.

Stop.

Please don't kill me, sir!

- Me prisoner. - "Prisoner"?

Me, your prisoner.

- It's not possible. You go. I go. - No, no.

House. Your house.

But I can't.

Huh?

Papa terrorist, huh?

No. Papa opera singer.

What?

Okay, okay.

Let's go to your house.

- Your house. - No.

- Your house. - No.

House.

Cellar.

- What's that? - House.

House...

If you talk,

me house,

You "kaput",

Mom "kaput",

Dad "kaput". Everyone "kaput".

Do you understand?

Do you understand me?

Ah! Good morning, ladies. Hope you slept well.

What a lovely day. Hello, Mother. Hello, young Yvette.

The sun is shining, the sky is blue, and I have good news.

Madeleine?

Hello. How is young Tézé?

The authorization has arrived. Rehearsals begin in 2 weeks.

Young Yvette, coffee.

- You're not ready yet? - I think I'm sick.

What are you coming down with?

- He's not hot. - Should take his temperature.

- You got a headache? - Don't know. I feel pretty bad.

- I'll give him a mustard plaster. - We'll keep him home.

- And me? - But you're not sick.

- Yvette, there's no more butter. - I'll go to the cellar.

- No, I'll go. - Surely not. You'd catch a cold.

Yvette, go ahead.

Thank you.

- Jean Charles? - Yes, please.

Ah...

- The whistling friends are there. - I'll go... Stay!

I'll get it.

What does Fidelio say?

Hello, Alfred.

Hello, I'm here for Pierre-Marie.

He's sick. He's not going to school.

Can you tell the Principal, and bring his homework?

- Yes, Madam. - Thank you.

Goodbye, Madam.

Here's the butter.

- It's all that's left? - Yes.

That ran out quickly.

Go, my daughter. Don't forget your schoolbag.

Yvette, is it all okay?

Yes. Why do you ask?

- There's nothing more in the cellar. - Already?

- I'll go to the farm tomorrow. - It's urgent.

- Is there really nothing? - We are many. It goes quickly.

- I mean, is it empty? - Yes. What do you want there to be?

Nothing. It must be the fever. I'm going to bed.

Did you look behind the green boxes?

I looked everywhere.

Pierre-Marie? Come here a second.

Weren't you in bed?

- Where are you going? - To the yard.

If you can go to the yard, you can go to school.

Exactly, I'm off to bed. I have a headache.

The last two pairs of stockings. The last two.

By the way... Did you return the earrings to Fernande?

- Well, just... - I think you're not sick at all.

You're just afraid of meeting Fernande.

- No, Mom, I swear! - Go get dressed, we'll go together.

- But it's not possible. - Why not?

- I lost them. - No problem. We'll buy new ones.

Get moving!

Mom...

- I lied. - Ah, there you go!

It's not true! Pierre-Marie, tell me it's not true!

- Isn't it a bit too big? - Take it or leave it. It's the last one.

What a disgrace!

What's going on?

Your grand-son, Bonaparte, traded with the girls at the Inn of Happiness.

What?

The earrings, the silk stockings...

- If his father finds out, he'll kill him. - He is reaching new heights, I must say.

Why you kept quiet? I would've paid for the damned earrings.

I'm gonna give them a piece of my mind!

No, Madeleine. Not in your condition.

I forbid you. I am your mother.

I bet those whores have ruined the stockings by now.

Go to your room right now and stay there.

He's incorrigible!

Excuse me?

Excuse me...

Well, what shall I do?

Come back when you have bigger tits.

Oh! What nerve! I won't set foot in this shop again.

Come here, boy.

You haven't left?

I'm hungry.

I'm hungry!

Get me something to eat. Come on!

Hush.

- Oh! - Did you sleep well, Marguerite?

Listen, Louise.

I know this not my home, but still.

I find it petty to hide my bucket...

Your bucket?

- I had to get up and couldn't fall asleep. - It wasn't me. I'd never do such a thing.

- What, it wasn't you? - Of course not.

That's impossible. There are no rats here.

Yvette, there was more than half a loaf yesterday. I wrapped it myself.

- The bacon is also gone. I dislike bacon. - Me too.

What the hell! There is no soap?

Everything's disappearing in this house.

- Pierre-Marie? - So is it always me?

Yes, it's always you. What have you cooked up now?

And I'm expecting another one that will annoy me for years.

All my youth wasted because of...

Here! That'll teach you to make your mother cry.

Madeleine!

Okay. Go to school now!

I'll deal with you when you get back, buddy! And clean that!

Oh, Madeleine!

Did you do it?

I'm not talking to snitches.

♪ When you are there at cherry time

♪ if you're scared of heartaches

♪ avoid the pretty girls.

♪ I, who am not afraid of harsh treatment,

♪ I won't live without suffering some day.

♪ When you are there...

- Bomb alarm. - It's starting again.

Mom, take your shawl. Come on, everybody goes downstairs.

Maybe it's not for us...

A stray bomb, and bang!

Not the cellar. I have homework.

- Better a live donkey than a dead scholar. - Don't get me mad! I said downstairs!

It's the first time he wants to do his homework.

Yvette, to the cellar!

How can I possibly get in?

Watch your head, Madeleine.

- Oh, my God! - I am scared!

- What's he doing here? - Well, say something.

Jean-Charles.

- Jean-Charles, talk to him. - Wait a second.

Jean-Charles Tézé.

War, not good.

This is our home.

He had to take shelter.

- How did he get in? - He must've gone through the yard.

You can stay with us during the raid.

You stay calm.

In safety.

Mom!

- I'm scared. - Don't be scared.

You want to drink?

He doesn't understand French.

Yet these barbarians have been here for 4 years.

Well, it's not for us.

Phew! Alarm over. Planes left.

It's over, darling.

You can leave.

- I thought you spoke German. - No. I sing in German.

So you don't understand what you sing, after 20 years.

What matters is the accent.

I, prisoner.

- What does he mean? - I dunno.

No, no. You're free.

You're free.

I, prisoner.

He's crazy.

Go tell the Kommandantur there's a nutter in our cellar.

Mom is right. Try to distract him, I'm going.

Don't go, Dad. He's not crazy. I took him prisoner.

What?

Look at me.

Tell me it's not true?

But that's impossible. Look at your son.

It's true, but it's not my fault.

There!

- Tell the truth! - I beg you, don't use their methods.

Yvette, go up with Thérèse.

I demand the truth.

Me, prisoner of him.

Let's hear it.

Yvette, don't leave. I'm scared.

I'm scared as well.

What can we do?

We should hand over this deserter to his own.

Imagine Jean-Charles telling an SS: "I've been hiding a deserter for 3 days."

Not to mention the he'll say exactly the opposite.

That will put you in front of a firing squad in no time.

What if we ask aunt Mélise?

She would be thrilled with the gift.

No. We would all take refuge there.

And the other would stay downstairs?

You're kidding! If his yells and his comrades show up,

he'll hide his gun and say that he's our prisoner,

and we'll still be in front of a firing squad.

We're stuck. We're stuck.

And all because of your "venerable" son.

To think that Bourdonnet will pinch Fidelio from me...

I can just forget about it! Two years of preparation.

- My costume is ready. - Not quite.

Well... almost.

Destiny is sometimes cruel.

(Speaks with quivering voice, mocking her)

- That's not nice. - That's how it is.

- What if we contact the Resistance? - Good idea.

- Will they help us? - Yes.

And do you know where your Resistance is?

Duh.

(He speaks German)

What's he saying?

He has sore ribs.

Well, that's good.

And his back and kidneys.

- Ah, he wants suction cups. - Obviously.

- Suction cups. - They're over there.

In the cupboard.

My jam jars!

Come!

Come on.

I don't know if I'll tolerate his manners very long.

Ah, you don't know? It makes me die laughing.

There's sweeping to do.

That'll be the day! It's my radio. It'll stay here.

He wants it.

Filthy Fritz.

Put it on! What are you waiting for?

Hello.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Some white wine, Mr. Pierre, please. - I'll get it for you.

We can't say that spring spoils us.

Yes, it could be worse.

- Will you raise a glass with me? - I don't mind if I do.

The gentleman too?

You want a drink, Roger?

- With pleasure. - Cheers.

- Ladies & gentlemen. - Cheers.

Could you do me a favor?

That depends.

Excuse me.

Could you tell me where I can find the Resistance?

FFI or FTP?

- What do you recommend? - It depends on what you want.

But I can't help you.

You can't have a business and blow up trains.

- What does he want? - He's looking for the Resistance.

Do they need singers in the underground?

You can't miss them.

You go into the woods and sing: Yahoo, the Resistance!

But it's not for me.

There are none of these birds in the countryside.

My brother-in-law was looking for them for 15 days.

It's just as well.

They stick bombs everywhere...

- but whose ass is on the line? - That's us.

We're not in favor of the Krauts, but they should keep quiet.

- They have killed as many as the Fritz. - Nice Resistance!

Your turn.

So Roger, what do you think of this?

I am not interested in these stories myself.

He's from Normandy.

Okay, thank you anyway.

I count on your discretion.

You know what I mean?

- Keep the rest. - Thank you, Mr. Tézé.

- Goodbye. - Gentlemen.

I've got to go as well. Bye, Pierre.

Bye, Roger.

What is it?

- Do you have a light? - No. I don't smoke.

It's bad for my throat.

That's okay, I don't have cigarettes.

Are you looking for the Resistance?

You shouldn't listen to them. They are chatterboxes.

I know where you can find the Resistance.

- Really? - Go see Mr. Guivard on my behalf.

Wait, wait.

- Guivard... the constable? - Yes.

- Who are you? - Roger Gonet.

Roger Gonet...

Police station.

The Resistance?

Why are you looking for the Resistance?

Well, just imagine I have a friend...

well, an acquaintance,

who happened to have a funny adventure.

Rather a mishap, I should say.

It's possible you could help him.

As I know you a little, I took the liberty...

You have done well, Mr. Tézé.

- I... - Yes?

He has a stowaway in his basement.

- Have you talked about it? - Of course not.

How long has he been harboring him?

Three days.

Does your friend live around here?

Yes.

No plane was shot down in the region.

How did he get there?

- Exactly... - Never mind.

You've come to the right place.

We'll get him back to camp Broualan.

They need instructors there.

- English or American? - You see...

- This is important. - Please...

That's the problem. He's neither one nor the other.

He's German.

German?

Not only is the German armed,

but your friend also lives in the main street.

The Resistance can't attack.

At the first shot, his colleagues will show up.

- I said so! - Three days?

Hans Hermann,

disappeared between Rennes and Saint-Malo on the night of May 18.

If the Germans learn that he's here,

it will be a disaster.

What would you advise my friend?

I would keep him nice and warm and let the storm pass.

It's terrible what you're telling me.

Good luck, mister Tézé.

If I have news, I'll let you know.

For your friend.

It's terrible.

Oh, it's terrible. It's terrible.

Here we are with this Ostrogoth until the end of the war.

- All that thanks to your son. - But you're wrong.

You should be proud to have a German prisoner at home.

I beg you, it's not you who has to look after him.

What is it?

The German wants a corkscrew.

It's getting worse!

If he's thinking he can drink my good bottles...

- Wouldn't you rather tell him? - Get out.

Wait.

He's quite capable of breaking my good bottles.

After the war, you'll enlist as a cabin boy.

Stop yelling at him.

Don't you realize? We are the hostages.

- You'll leave with the children. - Certainly not.

If we change our habits, people will ask questions.

The shop will remain open and you go on with Fidelio.

But we can send Thérèse and grandmother to my aunt.

To a farm? Rather death than defilement.

- Mom, it's for your own good. - Never!

- You can be proud of yourself, murderer! - You exaggerate!

We shouldn’t send them to school.

- A good chickenpox... - Nice!

More importantly, we keep quiet. You understand, Yvette?

- It's a matter of life or death. - Yes, Madam.

Let me tell you... This will all work out.

After the war we'll laugh.

In the meantime, I'll empty his shit.

Mom?

Mom, will you wash my back, like before?

Do it yourself. I don't want to hear you.

- Mom, talk to me, please. - I don't want to talk to you anymore.

Stop calling me Mom. I've had it with your stupidities.

You're incorrigible.

It's not my fault.

- Is it mine perhaps? - It's Jocelyne's fault.

- Jocelyne? - She doesn't love me.

You don't love me either.

- Nobody loves me. - What's that you're telling me?

Only Frédo.

My darling.

I don't see why we go on, everything is ruined.

- What is it? - Hush.

Go, scram.

Ah, there you are. It's been a while.

- So, is he in your cellar? - Who?

You phoney bastard! I heard your father speak to mine.

I know everything.

- Where you going? - Go see the Kraut.

- Stop. - Why?

- He's not only yours. He's our prisoner. - I took him prisoner.

Thanks to me.

I left him to you. You had the gun.

You ran away. Coward.

I can see what you're after!

You'll tell everyone you did everything.

Not a chance. If this gets out, we all get shot.

Oh? Are you sure?

- Have you told anyone? - No, I didn't have time.

- So you shut up. Mum's the word. - Yes, I swear.

- So you want to see him? - Oh, your bowl.

Darn it.

Oh, jackass!

You'll see when we meet again!

Sorry! I didn't mean to.

Excuse me, sir. I won't do it again.

Cabbage soup.

She's a pretty girl.

Yeah. I screwed her.

"I screwed her?"

I screwed her.

You, you slept with her?

Now, really...

Not well up there, eh?

Yes... Like that.

Oh, like that?

Man.

Woman...

Woman... not like this, like that.

Woman like this.

Man, woman.

That is screwing.

Baby, like this, like that.

Scram.

"In the attack of 31 August 1918, before Crécy..."

That's good.

"Under machine gun fire..."

"and artillery,"

"he led his company..."

Pay attention to the "p".

"With an unusual energy..."

What a man!

No. Don't write that.

"With..."

Ah! Someone's there.

- Hello, Madam. - Hello.

- Is Mrs. Hamon there? - No.

- Ah. And Madeleine? - Not either.

They left to try to get food supplies.

I'm keeping the store.

I brought an old dress of mine...

and I want it tailored for Jocelyne.

Ah, they grow so fast.

Unfortunately, I know nothing about sewing.

- But they won't be long. - We'll wait.

- How's Pierre-Marie? He's never around. - Better.

Much better, thanks.

You can visit with him, keep him company.

- Can I? - Go.

- Hello. - Hello.

I was doing a dictation.

- Are you good in spelling? - So-so.

- It's beautiful. - And look at this.

It would suit me well.

It's for my father's costume.

Frédo gave me your letter.

It's very nice, but I already told you.

- But you kissed me the other day. - It was to thank you. It's not the same.

- You dislike me because of the chocolate. - I don't care about the chocolate.

- And I never believed you. - You're wrong. I almost had it.

- You don't believe me? - You talk a lot, but you don't do much.

Don't do much? Come, you'll see.

- Where to? - You'll see.

- Where are you taking me? - You'll see.

- Let me go. Come on. - No!

- You think I cannot read your intentions? - I just want to show you something.

You think I'm an idiot? Paulo already pulled the cellar trick on me.

I beg you.

- I won't go in the cellar with you. - Why not?

- I don't want to. - Come on.

No.

You'll see what I've done for you.

- Pierre-Marie! - Yes, Mom?

Go to your room.

- What did he want? - Nothing.

- What were you talking about? - Nothing. We were playing.

Okay, come help me.

Ah, she looks pretty. What do you think?

It's a bit long, right?

She's a young girl.

Krauts straight ahead.

- Damn! - There's a kid up there.

This is an insult to the German army!

You are a living example of the collapse of your country.

Do you understand?

A people that neglects the education of their children is a decadent people.

- He's a child, sir. He'll apologize. - I should hope so.

I'm sorry.

Ask me to forgive you. It's not the same thing.

Please forgive me.

What's wrong?

- What did you do? - Is this your son?

I won't congratulate you.

He will tell you what he did. Right, young man?

I spat on the gentleman's cap.

And you are aware of the possible sanctions.

We will compensate you, sir.

You must have some pretty silk stockings for the officer.

Do you think you can buy the honor of a German officer with silk?

But you are talking nonsense.

No, but I just wanted...

Quick, Thérèse, to the cellar.

Go quickly...

- Don't you know the cellar is flooded? - Oh...

Sorry, sir, we won't be able to shelter you.

I didn't ask anything, Madam.

Only you can protect yourselves from your American friends.

Good luck.

It will be crowded.

You're asking for it!

What on earth were you thinking?

- What if they had come down? - Jean Charles!

- We are tired of your foolishness. - Stop.

What! He's my son!

Come.

Come.

- Just what we needed. - Mado, my matches.

I see you.

And the little Missy.

You...

Not good.

Little Missy...

You...

I, many "fräulein".

Pierre-Marie

Pierre-Marie. Come, that's enough.

- What did he want? - I don't know. He was speaking German.

Everybody scram. Raus.

What?

Raus!

- He thinks he's at home. - They are at home.

Of course. Our home is their home.

Château Margaux 1932... Oh well.

(Singing in Latin)

Dad!

Excuse me, Madam.

What's up?

- It's the German. - What? Hush.

- He's coughing. - Really?

He's coughing so hard he can heard from the street.

- He wants honey for... - Good. Okay...

I took your bike to get here.

I'm just saying so you don't worry.

- Be careful. - Sure, Dad.

- Your son is cute. - Oh yes. Shall we go on?

Jocelyne?

Jocelyne?

- I brought you something. - What?

- A letter. - From whom?

- From me. - Never mind, I know what's in it.

I doubt it. Read.

- I've already said no. - Go ahead. Read.

I wrote it.

"My dear Jocelyne, I thought it well."

"You're not for me."

"You shouldn't play with the heart of men."

"I don't want to see you anymore."

- What did you write here? - "Raus"?

Yeah. "Raus" means "scram".

"Raus!" Why have you written "Raus"?

- Do you speak German now? - No. It's like that.

"Raus!"

"Raus!"

Wait.

Well, you told me "raus", so...

You want a ride on my bike?

Goodbye, "Raus".

I don't understand why you're doing all this.

I feel it's a bit my fault.

I don't have much time to take care of you, big guy.

It's true that you grew up.

You're almost a man, huh.

But you will always be my little one.

- I promise I'll never do anything stupid. - Yes.

It's hard for everyone now.

But after the war, we'll go on a big trip together.

Really?

- To China? - Maybe not, no.

But we'll take a big boat.

How big?

As big as a house.

Madeleine?

Go sleep. I'll come hug you. And behave yourselves.

- Please Mom, go on. - Yes, tell us more.

I'm going to help Dad rehearse.

- Where are you going? - None of your business.

♪ In seinem Herzen wühlen

♪ O Wonne, grosses Glück

♪ In seinem Herzen wühlen

♪ O Wonne, grosses Glück

♪ Die Rache werd' ich kühlen

♪ Dich, dich rufet dein Geschick

♪ In seinem Herzen...

- Dad... - I hate to be disturbed.

The German wants you to stop singing. He cannot sleep.

Great.

You see?

Tell your German friend to fuck himself!

- Better that than being deaf. - Are you referring to me?

No.

No. It's for the...

- I don't know why I don't slap you? - Go to bed. Go!

- Mom, will you tell us a story? - Yes.

- Shall we go on? - Don't think so! I'm upset!

That cut me off! And I lost interest. There!

- How did you do it? - I told him to shut up.

- And he didn't slap you? - I know a trick.

Wow! You're really good!

- Don't go sleep, Mom will be back. - Great!

Pierre-Marie?

Pierre-Marie?

Pierre-Marie, answer me.

Come on.

I know you're there.

I don't want to see you either.

But I would like to tell you in person.

Come on!

Finally, everything got better.

I had become a prophet in my land by virtue of my stupidity.

My father feared me like the plague,

and my mother was affectionate again.

As for Jocelyne, I just had to snap my fingers.

Then disaster struck.

The Americans are in Normandy.

On June 6, 1944, allied forces landed in Normandy,

annihilating all my efforts, all of a sudden.

However, some weeks later...

Well?

The Americans...

They are on the road.

Farewell, Fidelio. Just a few more weeks...

Farewell also to the German in the cellar.

♫ Singing the Marseillaise, the French National Anthem ♫

Hush!

Mr. Tézé!

Mr. Tézé!

- It's the Resistance. - They arrive when the show's over.

- Better late than never. - What is it?

Nothing.

Mr. Tézé?

- Yes? - We come for the merchandise.

- What merchandise? - Your prisoner.

- We got you you an armband. - You arrive a month late.

We did what we could.

- Where's your German? - Right, you're too late.

The bastard fled into the night.

- He was the only one we had. - Put yourself in his place.

Keep it. You've earned it.

Do you have 5 minutes for a drink?

That's nice of you, but we don't have time.

Get off me!

Raus.

Bravo, Hans! We sure fooled them.

Still we had a good laugh.

Good luck, buddy.

Look.

Look what they gave me.

- You know why? - Oh yes.

- You want some? - Yeah. Thanks.

- You really are a funny guy. - Right.

Next time you want me to go into the cellar, I'll think about it.

- What about Paulo? - Oh, he's a jerk.

That's my buddy. Just ask me if you have any questions.

That's him. My cousin Laurence.

Hello.

Are you coming, Pierre-Marie? I'd like to tell you something.

Give me a minute.

- You want some chocolate? - Chocolate? No.

What I've been dreaming of, is an orange.

Oranges? I can get you as many as you want. Right, Frédo?

Yes!

Subtitles by Subransu Edited by Tintin