Jacquot de Nantes Page #3

They don't have them in the country.

Where'd you get it?

Little Demy... You've grown!

The country air has done you good.

Here's the washing.

Thank you.

Goodbye, Madame Le Dentec.

It's nice to have you back.

Jacquot,

take your beret off at table.

I've made a real feast:

Pasta with cheese and sausage,

from the sausage lady.

- Luce, who sings in church?

- Yes.

Glad to be home, boys?

Yes, Papa.

I want to go to the cinema

and the circus.

I'll take you, or your father will.

All Papa likes is boules!

It feels good. We're a family.

Back to catechism class.

First Communion in May.

Yes, Mama!

You're late...

Catechism went on for ever.

I know. So I hope you pass

your First Communion test.

- Your sister passed first time.

- He knows.

He knows his catechism.

At least, I hope so.

Can you help us fix up a trapeze?

I'd better ask your Papa,

or you ask Guy.

This beam?

"Lift up your souls,

yet remain modest",

as our priest says.

- Missed!

- Your turn!

You will do it, Robert?

Yes, later.

Look at Reine's shutters.

Is she not back?

We don't see much of her.

She's taken on airs.

Feldkommandant Holt

was shot in the back.

There's a curfew at 4 p.m.

There'll be reprisals.

It happened on Rue du Roi Albert.

- On your way to catechism...

- Yes, that's it.

"Cowardly criminals

working for England and Moscow...

"...shot the Nantes Feldkommandant

in the back...

"on 20 October.

"The murderers have not been caught.

"To punish this crime

"I have ordered that

50 hostages be shot. "

"Due to the gravity of the crime,

50 more hostages..."

- 15 million for informers!

- More than Judas got.

50 innocent people shot.?

It's true. My father said so.

The occupation:

A quiet war.

It's easy to lay down

the law with guns.

We mustn't see German films.

I know. My father told me.

It looks terrific though.

And it's in colour.

What a pity.

Prvert wrote it.

A sad love story.

Let's see it.

Three for Les Visiteurs du Soir.

Gluttony is a sin, my boy,

but it is your First Communion.

Roast pork...

You've saved our bacon!

If you put it there

it will get cooked.

No, I'm using petrol.

That'll fool them at the checkpoint.

- Thanks.

- See you tomorrow.

I'll come early to help your wife.

Radio Paris lies...

Radio Paris is German!

We'll take the tape off the windows.

We took the floor

and the sugar to the baker's.

It's magnificent.

It's like before the war.

A real tiered cake.

It's been so long.

- I can't eat any more

- I can.

Don't eat, Luce, sing.

Sing us a song!

I laugh to see myself so lovely

in the mirror!

Let's sing another.

"Little Lison".

It's going well.

She raises her bottom

like her mother

And with her glass,

she says "Bottoms up!"

You're as handsome as a prince!

What present did you get?

A gramophone.

Got any records?

Two.

I can lend you some.

Some water will do them good.

No water!

Water drinkers are nasty,

as was proved by the Flood.

Listen to this, Guy.

Music? Any time.

The clock goes tick-tock

The birds go cheep-cheep

The turkeys go gobble-gobble

And the bell goes ding-dong...

But when my heart goes boom

Everything else goes boom

As love wakes up.

I like ball bearings.

It's terrific.

You can see all the funnels.

You're lucky.

You can look again if you like.

Is it true you can see Le Normandie?

Yes.

Let me see.

- I'll swap you.

- For what?

Some ball bearings.

Two sets.

Yes. Bye.

What you showed

Le Gerrec was film?

Yes, movie film.

- Where'd you find it?

- What'll you give me?

- Ball bearings.

- No.

Two sets.

I want the pencil-sharpener.

Then give me the film

and tell me where you found it.

- It's Le Normandie?

- Yes.

Watch out.

Gypsies are dangerous.

You mustn't go near them.

I don't care.

That's not why I came.

Mine's got a plane.

I think it's a Messerschmitt.

- I've got a tank.

- It's German newsreel.

We shouldn't have...

It must be forbidden.

Listen, we found it on a dump!

- We ought to take it back...

- Don't be silly.

These spoils of war,

a few feet of real film,

eagerly brought home by Jacquot,

had no time to become a fetish

and catalyze his passion.

Marilou swept them away as rubbish

or as "compromising documents".

Jacquot had lost Le Normandie

for nothing.

Hey, Aunt Nique!

Your stocking seam

looks like a snake!

Since I am asked to justify myself,

Monsieur Pitou

loves Mademoiselle Clairette

and she loves him too.

Yes, I tell you.

It's for her that Monsieur is here.

It's cold.

Those Krauts are ugly.

Jean Marais is handsome.

4:
15. What are they waiting for?

They like making us wait.

They take their time.

Look:
"Filming on a farm:

Jean Choux and his crew."

- Ducks too.

- Some crew!

Jean Gourget's new film, Malaria,

will take place

entirely in the tropics.

About time.

"I want Malaria to have

an atmosphere of fear", he says.

"Mireille Balin plays a colonial

wife suffering from malaria.

"Sessue Hayakawa

plays a native boy, a guitar player.

"Love erupts between

these two feverish beings."

- Mireille Balin's beautiful!

- Beautiful?

I know what I'm talking about.

That one doesn't look bad.

A guy falling from a tree.

There's blood everywhere!

He's sweet.

He blows up my tires.

Don't forget the valve.

You bike your mother around?

No. She's a neighbour.

She's going for her coupons.

Now you can go.

I'm going out

to get some biscottes.

I'm scared.

We've got a shelter.

- I want to go.

- We'll all go.

What a racket. It's Hell.

I'm frightened.

I feel sick.

It'll soon be over.

Look how calm Jacquot is.

Remember the cave

where it was as dark as Hell?

I'm frightened.

On September 16th, 1943

I discovered the full horror

of violence and destruction.

There were dead all over town,

people screaming, and dying

beneath the rubble.

It was the Apocalypse.

Ever since

I've hated violence.

My city kids...

I knew we'd see you.

We thought we'd just turn up.

There's no electricity.

It's all broken down.

A total disaster.

It was dreadful.

We heard it here.

Come see the rabbits.

Remember the white one?

Of course.

It was all craters and smoke...

people looking for each other...

I was in the street too.

People were trapped.

I heard them shouting.

- On your own?

- I was looking for Papa.

I was fixing a car

on the Avenue des Amricains.

I got under it just in time.

The Americans?

You brought them.

Don't be stupid.

It's hard to figure out:

Our allies bombing Nantes.

Destroying Nantes, you mean.

Filthy Germans!

It's all their fault.

We're no trouble?

None at all. We'll all squeeze in.

I won't be here long.

I'll go back to the garage

as soon as we get

the electricity back.

He always has his gramophone.

Hello, hello, James.

What's new?

Since my fortnight away?

I'm calling you to discover

What I'll find on my return...

All is well,

Madame la Marquise.

All is very well.

But we must tell you

that there's been

a slight problem...

Come on. Inside.

Come to bed, Jacquot.

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