Au Revoir les Enfants Page #3
- PG
- Year:
- 1987
- 104 min
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I don't agree.
Since we can imagine God,
he must exist.
Thats just sophistry.
At least Bergson seeks
transcendence in science.
Hey, I want to talk to you.
- Thats strong.
- Its the real thing, dummy.
Lets go somewhere else.
The monkeys will catch us here.
- Do me a favor.
- What?
Pass a note to your piano teacher.
- You're crazy! I'll get expelled!
- She won't say anything.
You're such a scaredy-cat.
Franois, whats a yid?
- A Jew.
- I know, but what exactly is a Jew?
- Someone who doesn't eat pork.
- Are you kidding me?
Not at all.
What have people got against them?
The fact they're smarter than us,
and they crucified Jesus.
Thats not true.
It was the Romans.
Is that why they have
to wear yellow stars?
- Will you take my letter to Davenne?
- No.
What do you want with her anyway?
- Never mind.
Be nice. I'll lend you my
Arabian Nights. Itll give you a hard-on.
Leave me alone!
You smell awful, Joseph.
Stop it, right now!
He called me a creep!
Thats enough now.
Calm down and go back to the kitchen.
"Down, Joseph!
To your kennel!"
I'm not a dog!
Stop it, D'Arsonval!
Damn, a cross.
Another wrong trail.
We have to get back to the crossroads,
quickly and quietly.
There must be another trail
at the fork.
I wonder where the others are.
Whats today?
January 17. Thursday.
another January 17, 1944?
Never again.
Shut up and get a move on!
In 40 years,
half these guys'll be dead and buried.
Come on.
I'm the only one in this school
who thinks about death. Its incredible!
You're our prisoners.
Follow us.
We're gonna tie your hands.
There are two missing.
Over there! Its Quentin!
Wow!
I found the treasure.
The Greens win.
Didn't they catch you?
Yes, they tied me to a tree,
but I got free.
Bastards!
I found the treasure.
All by myself.
Are there wolves in these woods?
Its that way.
We go left. I'm sure.
- No, we go right.
- I told you, we go left.
Its the high wall
next to the church, right?
I know it.
We Bavarians are Catholic.
Good evening, Father.
Lost any children?
We looked everywhere.
Always playing the fool, Julien!
Thats not fair.
I found the treasure.
But everyone had vanished.
Its all right, my boy.
What happened?
They got arrested by the Krauts.
Could the Krauts
have their blanket back?
Thank you very much.
No civilians in the woods after 8:00 p. m.
Don't you know there's a curfew?
You think we did it on purpose?
I caught hell because of you.
You won because of me, jerk.
Come on. Hurry up.
Calm down.
Lafarge, out!
Feeling better, twerp?
A present from Joseph.
And a letter from your mom.
She's your mom too.
But you're her pet.
Dads always off in Lille.
I bet she's getting plenty.
- What do you mean?
- Women are all whores, my friend.
Sorry, Sister.
What an idiot!
- Swabbing time.
- Again?
Three times a day.
Sit up straight.
Open your mouth.
Open wide.
Keep your tongue down.
Listen here!
Open your mouth!
- Were you scared last night?
- Not really.
I hear you saw some wild boar.
Were there lots?
- Around 50.
What about the Germans?
Did they really fire at you?
- Just a few bursts.
- Come on!
Nice book.
What is it?
The Arabian Nights.
Its my brother's.
Its banned by the monkeys.
- Why?
Its really dirty.
I'll lend it to you.
Recess is over.
We've got our religion class.
See you tomorrow.
- Kiss Mother Michel for me.
- Oh, we will.
The Arabian Nights.
You're disgusting.
It doesn't hurt it.
Its dead.
A present from Joseph.
No, thanks.
I don't like pate.
Go on. Eat it.
I said no.
I don't like pate.
Because its pork?
Why do you always ask
such stupid questions?
Because your name's Kippelstein,
not Bonnet.
Do you say "Kippelstine"
or "Kippelsteen"?
Bonnet, get back in bed
this minute or I'll report you!
And you quiet down.
- Are your parents coming?
- The whole family.
Aren't you dressing up?
No visitors?
What the hell is it to you?
My message today is especially
for the youngest among you
who will be confirmed
in a few weeks.
My children,
we live in a time
of discord and hatred.
Lies are all-powerful.
Christians kill one another.
Those who should guide us
betray us instead.
More than ever, we must beware
of selfishness and indifference.
You're all from wealthy families,
some very wealthy.
Because you've been given much,
much will be asked of you.
Remember the Bible's stern lesson:
"Its easier for a camel
to pass through the eye of a needle
than for a rich man
to enter the kingdom of heaven. "
St. James said,
"Now, you rich, weep and wail
for the woes awaiting you. "
Your wealth has rotted,
and your garments are eaten by worms. "
Worldly wealth corrupts souls
and withers hearts.
It makes men contemptuous, unjust,
pitiless in their egoism.
I understand the anger
of those who have nothing
when the rich feast so arrogantly.
He's hitting pretty hard.
I don't mean to shock you
but only remind you
that charity is a Christian's first duty.
St. Paul tells us in today's Epistle,
"Brothers, be not wise
in your own conceits.
Do not repay any man
evil for evil.
If thine enemy hunger, feed him.
If he thirst, give him drink. "
Let us pray for the hungry,
for those who suffer,
for the persecuted.
Let us pray for the victims
and for their executioners as well.
- Will you give concerts?
- Not right away.
I still need practice.
Its hard to get started.
Its Duvallier's dog.
- Itll bite you.
- He doesn't bite.
En garde, Easter Bonnet.
Help me, you guys!
Get the heretic!
You're really getting on my nerves.
Go, Julien!
Julien, have you gone mad!
Your best suit.
Whatll they say at the restaurant?
Whats gotten into you boys?
You think its funny?
Was everything all right, Mr. Meyer?
Thank you.
The rabbit was tolerable.
Mrs. Quentin,
your table's this way.
Franois, sit over there.
Julien here.
- We haven't seen you lately.
- Vacations.
What fish do you have?
We haven't had fish in ages, ma'am.
I recommend the rabbit.
Half a meal coupon per serving.
Is it rabbit or cat?
Rabbit, sir.
With sauteed potatoes.
- In butter?
- Margarine.
No coupons required.
Very well. We'll have the rabbit,
and a bottle of Bordeaux.
The place is full of Krauts.
I thought they were all
on the Russian front.
You caught their eye.
Your parents couldn't come?
Poor boy.
What about Dad?
He said he was coming.
- He couldn't. Problems at the plant.
As usual.
Your poor father
is under a lot of pressure.
- Is he still for Petain?
- No one is anymore.
I heard of your ordeal in the woods.
I gave Father Jean a piece of my mind.
Those boy scout games are ludicrous
in this freezing cold.
You couldve died, my darling.
Guns do go off!
- Makes a man of him.
Thats just what Father Jean said.
I mean really!
- He was with me in the woods.
- Oh, so it was you.
I bet you're from Lyon.
The name Gillet is from Lyon.
They're all in the silk trade.
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