Frantz Page #2

He looks like him.

Don't you think?

Not physically,

but his personality.

Shy and tormented.

I'm glad he's here.

Do you have brothers and sisters?

No.

I would have loved to have a brother.

And your parents?

My father died when I was a child.

My mother took over the farm after his death,

but with the war, it was complicated.

What did your father do?

He was a businessman.

Above all he was a musician.

He gave me his passion.

I joined the conservatory

and then I became a violinist in...

the Orchestre de Paris.

Now, after this war,

I can not anymore.

You do not want to play anymore?

I can no longer hear the notes.

Often,

Frantz played the violin for us.

He was not a great musician,

but he played with all his heart.

His room.

It is just as he left it.

His books,

his folded clothes in the closet.

Frantz must have been happy here.

Yes.

But I broke everything.

I forced him

to enlist.

I sent him into battle.

It was his duty.

Serve our country.

So I was told.

It's

like my son's heart.

Take it

to France.

No.

You can say an old German gave it to you.

I can't.

This is Frantz's last picture.

The next day he was leaving for the front.

Frantz hated war.

He always said the French were his brothers.

Stop that.

Read it aloud.

"Dear Parents,

I would love to escape,

be close to you,

away from this chaos.

This morning, we were in front of a dead soldier

and as if he had opened our eyes,

We discovered a sea of corpses.

French,

German,

Who could tell?

In school, French children learn German

and Germans learn French.

And when they grow up, they kill each other. "

I have to go. Thanks for everything.

Before you leave,

a favor, please.

Anna.

Play something for us.

Do not be afraid to make us happy.

Are you going to be OK?

Yes.

You may have caught a cold at the lake.

Frantz was a pacifist.

You didn't know?

I'm sorry it's upsetting you.

It does not upset me. I was like him.

- Are you feeling better? - Yes.

Will we see you tomorrow?

What for, Anna? It does not make any sense.

It does. You're helping them.

And me too.

Well... How do you feel about going to the ball tomorrow?

- The ball? - Yes.

I saw a poster. I...

I thought... - Okay.

You are beautiful, Anna.

It fits perfectly.

- Really? - Yes.

Frantz would have liked.

You are absolutely ravishing.

But, don't tell anyone,

this model is French,

it comes directly from Paris.

Thank you.

This Frenchman!

What is he doing here?

I don't think it's a good idea, Anna.

Do not worry.

I'm here.

Come.

Oh no, no. I...

You do not know waltz?

No. Rather, yes. But no.

Come.

No,

Anna...

Enjoying this?

Thank you.

Would you like to dance with us?

Yes.

So, don't feel like dancing...

but someone changed your mind.

He's a friend of Frantz.

Yes. A Frenchman.

So?

A Frenchman today,

in a German party.

Don.t you read the papers?

The war is over.

You should be ashamed.

I wanted to offer you this dance.

I can see I should not bother.

Here.

Take my jacket. - Thank you.

I've never drunk so much.

I've never danced so much.

Frantz loved to dance.

But he was not as successful as you.

Had he come back, I'm sure he would have been.

No.

Why do you say that?

I would have married him and would have watched him.

I understand why you were friends.

Your jacket.

Oh yeah.

Thank you.

Thanks to you.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Sh*t.

Can I help you?

Feeling better?

Are you okay?

Don't touch me, you make me sick.

"Dear Anna,

"I must...

"write

"this letter.

"I must

"tell you..."

Good morning friends.

I thought our meetings no longer interested you, Dr. Hoffmeister.

More than ever.

But

to apologize for my absences,

this is my round.

Waiter. - Yes?

Eight beers.

Not for me.

- Seven then. - Six will be enough, doctor.

Five.

Four.

Good.

A beer for me, please.

We were talking about you.

So it's good that you came.

You should have brought your new friend.

Of course.

It is a good idea.

Gentlemen,

this young man has come from France

to leave flowers on my son's grave.

So respect him.

Do you also want us to sing the Marseillaise?

I no longer sing since my son's death.

And who killed your son?

And my son?

And my two sons?

And my son,

Your son,

Yours,

and your two sons,

Who sent them to the front?

Who gave them ammunition and bayonets?

We did.

their fathers.

Both in this and in the other side.

We

We are responsible.

And when thousands killed their children,

we celebrated our victory

drinking beer.

And when our children were killed,

they celebrated their victory

drinking wine.

We are fathers who drink to the death of their children.

Good Morning.

Good morning, Adrien.

How are you today?

Much better, Mr. Hoffmeister.

Good. Good.

Will you be coming for dinner?

Yes Yes.

Magda prepared her specialty. You will not be disappointed.

Thank you very much.

Until tonight.

Dear fatherland

no fear be thine

Dear fatherland, no fear be thine

Firm and true stands the Watch

The Watch at the Rhine!

Firm and true stands the Watch, the watch at the Rhine!

My key, please.

I introduce myself. Kreutz.

Adrien Rivolre.

You were a friend of Frantz's?

Yes.

And you came to dance with his fiance?

I do not know what you're talking about.

They're pretty, our young German girls, and they're good dancers, uh?

Kreutz.

Stop that.

Imbecile.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Is Mr. Rivoire here?

No, miss.

Has he left?

No, his train leaves tomorrow.

And tonight?

He left without saying anything.

Adrien.

I was waiting for you.

How did you know I would come?

I was hoping.

Why didn't you come to dinner? Why didn't you tell us?

Yes, you're right.

You're hurting their feelings.

This has to stop! Frantz...

I...

This masquerade!

What masquerade?

Franco-German friendship...

I have to confess the truth.

Confess what?

"The noise is terrifying.

"You can not imagine.

"The battle will be awful.

"They won't all die and with a bit of luck I might make it.

"I keep in my pocket, over my heart,

"The pressed rose you sent me ..."

How do you know this letter?

It was on September 15.

On September 15, 1918.

My regiment camped beside Dormans, in Marne.

That day, we awoke just like any day.

We were crossing the countryside,

scouting. Quiet.

Suddenly, in a field, assault was started.

Some of us were immediately hit.

So I ran.

I ran to a trench to seek refuge.

Take refuge!

- Help!

Suddenly, I found myself facing a man.

Him, a German soldier.

Me, a French soldier.

His gaze was so huge, so hopeless.

I will never know if he expressed the sadness of dying

or the pity to see me kill him.

So I fired.

I shot first and he fell.

It was I who killed Frantz, Anna.

Not you.

If at least he had shot,

if he had hurt me, but...

His gun was not even loaded.

It was not defending himself.

Then a shell exploded near us and threw me against him

Our two bodies,

against each other.

He...

dead.

And I, alive.

In his coat, he had a letter.

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