Jacquot de Nantes Page #2

Can you manage?

Caroline, Caroline!

Put your best shoes on...

It's war! Mobilisation!

That's all what we needed!

God knows where I'll be sent.

You with your bad leg,

you'll stay here.

Take those sacks to the cellars

for a shelter.

We need some in the attics too.

If my two sons go off to war...

They'll test gas masks

at school.

Reine will look like a fly.

Me, a fly?

You have a fly up your nose

and Jacquot too.

You'd be a beautiful fly.

I've given him a big moustache.

Look, will that do you?

Oh, yes.

It fits.

She's the one with the hair.

- You don't hit puppets.

- Just a bit.

You think it's here?

- Demy, Raymond Marcel?

- That's me.

It's your posting.

The arsenal isn't very far.

I'll be home every night.

Better to make shells

than be hit by them.

Do you think they're asleep? Check.

They're fine.

- Makes a change from a beret.

- Good luck, neighbour.

Your lunch bag...

Grandma,

can you make a cape

for my puppet?

Not black like that,

but with this shiny cloth?

Of course, Jacquot,

but I must finish this.

Look at these pearls...

The woman's coming

for it tomorrow.

Then you can do mine next.

Sing me another song.

I like your songs.

There was a king

who remained faithful

to his beloved

and left her a golden goblet...

- Do you know about witches?

- Not really.

They fly on broomsticks.

Do they wear Japanese kimonos?

You know all about costumes.

There's Grandma...

...and Jacquot!

Four for Cinderella.

Coming, my little ones,

my elephants...

Coupons?

150 francs. Fine.

In Germany

they've requisitioned cars.

My husband wrote to hide ours.

I can't decide.

- Where is he?

- The Maginot Line.

Mine's busy making shells.

But he does get home every night.

What is it?

My guests haven't come.

Patience.

Go look.

Hang on, I've had an idea.

Ready, children and elephants?

Off we go. Open the curtains.

And here is Cinderella.

I'm so unhappy...

My wicked sisters

have gone to the ball

and I'm cleaning up the cinders.

Poor girl.

Here I am.

I am the Fairy.

The Lilac Fairy.

Want to go to the ball?

Just watch.

Don't forget to leave

at midnight.

First, I'll change your dress.

Here comes the stardust.

That's not stars, it's sand.

You're lice-ridden!

Look at the state of you!

Bend over the newspaper.

You know those Marchis kids

are full of lice.

They clapped, Mama,

and Ren and I bowed.

They're everywhere.

Let me see.

You can't. They're too small.

I'll put some lotion on later.

- I've only got 1 left.

- I won these.

- You stole them.

- Don't argue.

Mind your own business, Demy.

- Give them back.

- No, I won them. You're the cheat.

Don't argue.

We'd better go, or we'll be late.

See you later.

Look, Demy, a new poster!

"Silence.

Enemy ears are listening."

Are there enemies everywhere?

It's no joke...

Grandma and Mama read a book

called Mr Spy and His Daughter.

The spies were disguised as nuns.

You had to check

their shoes.

Hurry up, you lot!

Don't dawdle, Demy!

- This OK?

- Fine.

Mask on.

If there's a real alert,

I want no dawdling and no fuss.

Nuns!

Let's go check!

Come with me to the toilet.

Can't you go on your own?

I'm frightened.

I'm going to explore the cave...

There's a glow in the distance...

Jacquot, come back!

It's as dark as Hell in there.

What's Hell?

I want to go to the fair.

It's for soldiers on leave.

Let's go to the Guignol.

We'll take a quick look first.

Hitler's head for 5 francs!

- Now we go to the Guignol!

- Now?

You're good, Father dear,

but before I marry you,

I want the skin of that old donkey.

My banker donkey? Never!

I insist, Father dear.

I can't possibly refuse you.

I say there!

Kill my donkey

and bring me his skin.

They won't really kill it...

How dreadful!

It's disgusting.

Tell me, my fairy godmother,

what shall I do?

Disguise yourself...

You have bizarre ideas.

Come on, hurry.

- Put this skin on.

- Awful!

Just do as I tell you.

From now on, we'll call you:

Donkey Skin.

Mama, there's no more school!

Due to the war.

Watch out.

Is the garage open?

Not really...

Maybe the mechanic can help.

Can I have some water?

Been on the road long?

We've driven from Bruges.

Come in for a moment.

We ran for it.

People said they were raping women

and cutting off children's hands.

We left in a panic.

Too late, Madame Demy.

We're closing.

For good?

The Germans will soon be here.

They ransack. They kill.

We're leaving.

All of you?

We're going back to the farm.

Are you off too?

I don't know.

Do you want to leave?

I don't know.

The Germans are coming.

Are we going or not?

Where to?

I can't leave Grandma.

Can you help us?

Lend us some civilian clothes.

Sorry, we're leaving...

Over here, boys!

Get some overalls.

We don't even know

if we're still at war.

Catch.

Here.

Thanks, boy.

- Isn't Reine here?

- No.

She's staying with my sister.

No news of your husband?

I'm still waiting.

I worry, but I go to work.

I'll translate for you...

German's a weird language.

Hush! Look at the poster...

You're taking them to the river?

Yes, I've got to pick up

some mattresses.

They'll keep the girl company.

Don't let them swim on their own!

Don't you worry.

Off we go!

You get in here.

Ren, you climb in the back.

She's a refugee,

from friends of friends.

She was a wonder

from Sainte-Genevive-des-Bois

and very pretty indeed.

No, not like that.

Like this.

What's your name?

Genevive from

Sainte-Genevive-des-Bois.

You have to move your arms more.

Shall we show her the stairs?

Then, there's a little staircase.

Coming?

You keep watch.

My turn.

The witch's door is open.

Maybe it was burglars.

Let's look inside.

Can I see?

Do you think she's dead?

It's him again.

The metallurgist.

It's him.

It's wonderful.

Hush, don't say a word.

Don't worry.

It'll be fun.

We won't be able

to play cars.

Then play cars now.

Off we go!

We're going for a drive.

Along the banks of the Loire.

Careful. I can't swim.

Put that down.

You mustn't touch everything.

They've got to have fun.

It's all new to them.

What's this for?

Pouring water on the grindstone

to sharpen the tools.

If you're thirsty, drink.

I've brought their things.

Old George told me

to take kids from Nantes.

He told me the clog-maker

is a good man.

Looks like he was right.

They seem pale.

The fresh air will do them good.

We don't see the war here.

Except there's no tobacco.

- I'll give you money.

- Later.

We'd better go.

I've never left them.

Don't fret. We'll look after them.

Come on.

Let's go feed the rabbits.

I want to feed the rabbits too.

- Bye, children.

- Bye.

You don't cut yourself

on that knife?

I've been making clogs

for 30 years.

Home we go, little fellow.

"My darlings,

"Here are some transfers

"...and a badge

of the arms of Nantes,

"since you said you wanted a badge.

"Say hello to Aunt La

"and the clog-maker.

"Big kiss from Papa and Mama,

"Marilou."

Not bad, huh?

Your badge is great.

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