Au Revoir les Enfants Page #4

His name's Bonnet, not Gillet.

Of course.

He's from Marseilles.

I knew a Bonnet there, a cousin

of the Du Perrons. Is she your mother?

How strange.

His father's an accountant.

Really.

Your papers, please.

Your papers, sir.

Can't you read?

This place is off limits to yids.

Why are those men bothering people?

That gentleman looks very proper.

Mr. Meyer's been coming here

for 20 years.

I can't just throw him out.

- Shut up, flunky!

I can have your license revoked.

Collaborators.

Quiet, Franois.

Did you say that?

He's a child.

He doesn't know what he's saying.

We serve France, lady.

He insulted us.

Go away!

Its monstrous.

You should be ashamed.

Not at all.

Leave him alone.

He's right.

Send the Jews to Moscow!

Get the hell out of here!

You understand?

Get the hell out!

We'll meet again.

Say what you will,

but some of them are decent.

He was showing off for you.

Aren't we Jewish?

- Thats all we need!

- Isn't Aunt Reinach Jewish?

- She's Alsatian.

- You can be Alsatian and Jewish.

Thats quite enough!

The Reinachs are devout Catholics!

If they heard you!

Mind you,

I have nothing against Jews.

Except for that Leon Blum.

They can hang him.

Julien, sit up straight.

Your friend is nice.

He doesn't say much.

He has his reasons.

- Then he's no dummy.

- Not at all.

Where's Franois?

Whats he up to?

He always gives the Krauts

wrong directions.

Very clever!

- What if I joined the resistance?

- Nonsense. You must finish school.

Some things are

more important than school.

Julien wants to become a monkey.

Not a monkey.

A missionary in the Congo.

Stop using that stupid word.

Its awful.

You should be grateful

to those poor monks who -

"... work so hard to educate you. "

Precisely!

You're a real pain.

Leave me alone.

Fernande!

You know her?

Julien, are you sure

you want to become a priest?

- Would you object?

- Not at all.

Your father and I would be proud.

But why not engineering,

like Grandpa?

Don't worry.

He'll give up the church for a girl.

He's a lover boy, like Joseph.

Laviron's sister is a real dish.

I'm gonna sweet-talk her.

I can't kiss you anymore?

Look at that.

You've got a little mustache.

Can I go back to Paris with you?

Dad won't know.

Did you have a good lunch?

Your mother's nice.

Boy, can she talk fast.

She's crazy.

You'll see her again soon.

I know how to thread it.

Itll break like last time.

No, it won't.

Your jam's great.

- Adrienne made it.

- Is that your sister?

No, she's the cook.

Whats funny?

Don't you have a cook?

You always eat out?

- No. My mom's a great cook.

- You're eating my jam.

- Stop it.

Move over, guys.

We're ready.

Turn out the lights, please.

The fat lady's gonna go sliding.

Looks like Mrs. Perrin.

She's beautiful.

He's in love.

She loves him too.

Sh*t!

Time to get up.

Quentin wets the bed.

Quentin wets the bed.

Hurry up in the washroom.

It never fails.

I'm having a great dream.

I feel like peeing.

I open my fly. Everything's great.

Then I wake up and feel

the warm piss on my stomach.

Its no fun, let me tell you.

Try it. Don't be scared.

Go on. Keep your head up.

Get back up.

- Bed wetter.

- Sagard, you're gonna get it.

You dirty thief!

You're the thief!

Just you wait, you thief!

Father Michel,

I caught him stealing lard!

He put it in his bag to sell!

Not in front of the boys, Mrs. Perrin!

- I told you he was stealing!

- Its not true, damn it!

She's the thief!

She's a liar!

Get back in the kitchen.

I told that idiot he'd get caught.

Joseph was selling our supplies

on the black market.

Mrs. Perrin should have told us.

She may have been in on it.

But thats not all.

We found these in his locker.

Private food supplies.

He named all seven of you.

Whose pate is this?

Mine.

- And the jam?

- Mine.

Know what you are?

A thief, just like Joseph.

I didn't steal.

That jam was mine.

You shouldve shared it.

I believe true education

consists in teaching you

to make good use

of your freedom.

And this is what happens!

You disgust me. There's nothing

I despise more than the black market.

Always money!

It wasn't for money.

We traded, thats all.

For what?

Cigarettes.

Quentin, if it weren't for your parents,

I'd kick you out at once.

You and your brother.

I have to fire Joseph,

even though its unfair.

You're all confined to school

until Easter.

Now go back to class.

Where do I go now?

I don't even have a place to sleep.

Get back to class.

Go see the bursar.

He'll pay you a month's wages.

I end up taking the rap.

Its not fair.

Come on, Joseph.

- What are you doing here?

- Choir practice.

You two help me

with the flowers for Sunday.

We'll take it from

"O Lord, in thee... "

Bonnets not here?

- No, miss. He's in the infirmary.

- Really?

Its easy.

Do this with your left hand.

We'd better get to the shelter.

Everyone in the shelter, and hurry!

They won't miss us.

They never count.

I hope the Americans land soon.

Will you stay at this school

when the war's over?

I don't know. I doubt it.

You scared?

All the time.

How long's it been

since you saw him?

My father?

Almost two years.

I never see mine either.

What are you doing here, Joseph?

I forgot some things.

What about you?

"Could I, lad,

belong to anyone but you?

She swiftly cast aside her veils,

removed her clothing,

and appeared naked

as the day she was born.

Blessed be the womb that bore her.

The princess was

as soft and white as fine linen.

Her whole being

exuded a scent of amber.

He took her in his arms,

probing her intimate depths,

and found she was a virgin pearl.

His hand roved

over her lovely limbs and neck

and through

the richness of her hair.

She responded by eagerly displaying

her many gifts.

She had the sinuous grace of Araby,

Ethiopian ardor,

the startled candor of the French,

the high art of the Indians,

Yemeni coyness,

and the narrow passage

of a Chinese girl.

Each embrace became a coupling,

and each coupling

the wildest fornication,

until, weary from

their passionate writings,

they fell asleep in each other's arms,

drunk with pleasure.

Thus ended -"

The Russians have begun

a major offensive in the Ukraine.

British radio claims

the Germans have been overrun

along a 60-mile front west of Kiev.

Radio Paris claims

the attack was repulsed

with heavy losses.

The truth is likely

somewhere between the two.

Radio Paris tells German lies

Meanwhile, in Italy,

the Americans and British

are pinned down at Monte Cassino.

Take out your notebooks

for an algebra problem.

We're going to multiply

two monomials.

May I be excused, sir?

Its the soup.

Its always you, Sagard.

Go on.

Dr. Mller. Gestapo.

Which one of you

is Jean Kippelstein?

Answer me.

There's no one by that name

in this class.

Lets go.

That boy is not French.

He's a Jew.

Your principal committed

a serious crime by hiding him.

The school is closed.

You have two hours to pack your bags

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