Lacombe Lucien Page #4

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- Yes it is, my dear fellow.

I have every right

to ask you for more rent.

I'm already running enough risks

keeping you in my house.

On the other hand, no-one's

forcing you to stay here.

France

isn't a waiting room!

Very well, I'll pay

the extra amount.

Do you know what

Marshall Ptain said?

The Marshall? Mr. Tonin

calls him "that old fart"!

- That old fart?

- Very witty!

Is this man your guest?

German police.

What's going on here?

This young man works for

the German police.

Your papers!

Now, get out!

Listen, I...

You receive people from

the Gestapo! Bravo!

Does your daughter sleep in there?

Yes, she does.

They we need to keep our voices

down, not to wake her.

That's right.

No more for me!

Listen, Albert...

Do you realize your daughter's

very pretty?

Why do the two of you argue?

Actually, we get on very well.

I didn't want to mention it

in front of her,

but the other day,

I killed a man.

Albert, don't believe what

Jean-Bernard tells you.

That business about Spain

isn't true.

He only wants to wring

more money out of you.

And you think

I don't know that?

Boy, can he run!

The boss has been shot!

Talk about bad luck!

Pierre, does it hurt much?

I hope it didn't

hit a lung.

Don't go thinking that!

Do you have something to drink?

I told you we should

leave it to the military.

Hand in there, Boss!

- See you, guys!

- Best of luck, kid!

What do you want?

My boss has been shot.

- What?

- Your friends got him.

- What friends?

- The Communists.

May I see France?

Take a look, Albert.

War booty!

France...

It's time you went to bed.

Long live France, Albert.

Long live France.

They're for you.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

It's sad music, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

I feel my whole life has been

as sad as this music.

Please Daddy,

don't start that again.

France was

an excellent pianist.

She was due to attend

the Conservatory but...

Please, Daddy!

I brought you these flowers.

Mr. Horn, I've come

to collect your daughter.

What?

Jean-Bernard and Betty are leaving

tomorrow:
There's a farewell party.

I want to take France.

You're mad!

France is very tired.

If France doesn't come,

I'll take you along to my friends.

They just love Jews, Mr. Horn

- I'll go.

- Wait!

- I forbid you to go.

- Stop, Daddy!

France!

Hurry up!

We're already late.

Come and dance, Lucien!

- I can't dance.

- Then you must learn!

It's tiring, isn't it?

I'm so thirsty!

You're a good dancer.

It's late.

It's time to go.

I'm afraid you're getting bored.

May I have this dance?

She's a pretty girl.

Give my regards

to old Mr. Horn.

About Spain,

tell him I'll go in his place.

I'm so fed up with

this life...

Some Jewish girls are so beautiful

...that the others pale

in comparison with them.

I had a Jewish fiance

some years ago.

She was beautiful

and rich, too.

- What are you going on about?

- Nothing, dear.

You've made me break a heel.

You've had too much to drink.

I'm taking you home.

It's a pity you can't dance.

Do you want to learn?

Let yourself go.

It's easy. See?

You rat...!

You lousy rat!

They tell me she's a Jew's

daughter. You can't bring her here!

Filthy Jewess... Filthy Jewess!

Filthy Jewess!

So, you're bedding a Jewess now!

And you think

you'll get away with it?

I'm going to tell the Germans!

Calm down, Marie.

Forget about it.

Filthy Jewess!

They all have syphilis!

Did you hear me?

She'll give you syphilis!

Let me go!

I have to tell her what I think!

I have to give that slut

a piece of my mind!

She can't come here!

Let me go!

Leave me! Leave me!

Marie isn't usually spiteful.

Lucien, I'm so fed up!

I'm fed up of being Jewish!

One for the road!

A final toast!

See you soon!

- Goodbye! Have a safe journey!

- Thank you.

We'll send you some

postcards.

- 'Bye!

- 'Bye!

Lucien?

Lucien...

My father has to make it

to Spain.

You know, the Italian cyclists

are fantastic,

but I've never been afraid of them.

Not even a champion like

Bartali could scare me.

The only ones I was afraid of

were the Spaniards.

Have you never seen

Sylvere Maes race?

On the Normandy front,

the British assault troops,

backed up by Canadian units,

have made some slight progress

of little strategic importance,

suffering, however,

very heavy losses.

Germans have been able to retreat

to pre-established positions.

During the night, the enemy carried

out a violent, new attack

with heavy backing from

American armoured troops.

Go on... Keep moving.

It's odd that you can sew

Mr. Horn.

Usually, it's a woman's job.

You don't feel like talking to me?

What would you say

if I married France?

It's strange! I can't hate you

as much as I'd like to.

A visit for Mr. Lacombe.

- It's Lucien's mother.

- Lucien!

Your mother came to the hotel

looking for you.

I thought I was doing right

bringing her here.

Well, I'll be off.

- That man is very kind.

- Do come in.

Have a seat.

Mother, will you bring us some tea?

Very well.

Excuse me for receiving you

dressed like this.

- Have you come far?

- From Souillac.

That's where we live.

I came into town with the boss

to go to the market.

Bring something for Lucien, too.

Good morning.

- Did you receive my money order?

- Yes.

Here! I've brought you a hen.

Thanks.

- Are you well fed, here?

- Yes.

This is Lucien's mother.

- Good morning.

- She's my daughter.

- She's very pretty!

- Indeed.

I came to thank you

for the money order.

- But I don't want to disturb you.

- You're not disturbing us at all.

Do remain seated.

- You're not from here, are you?

- No.

We're from Paris

Living in Paris

was becoming very difficult.

Right! It's hard to find food

there.

- But you're not French, are you?

- Half.

My daughter is 10096 French.

Do you like living here?

You should ask her.

Lucien should take her

out now and again.

But he can't come back

to our village any more.

I don't approve of some things

Lucien is doing.

Unfortunately, neither do I.

But he's not a bad boy.

You're a friend of his. Perhaps

you could teach him good sense.

I'm not a friend of Lucien's.

Also my daughter does things

that upset me.

- That upset me very much.

- Really?

Don't you think we were

better off before the war?

Well...

- I'll walk you to the bus.

- No, there's no need.

It's best if the boss

doesn't see you.

Look what someone sent me.

It's just junk.

We receive them every day.

They'll kill you, Lucien.

The boss says they'll kill you.

Get out of here!

I'm happy here.

Well...

...l'd better go,

otherwise I'll miss the bus.

Wait!

Thanks.

Daddy, you must eat.

How can anyone be hungry

when his daughter's a whore?

What you said about France

is not nice, Mr. Horn.

It's very rude to treat

your daughter like a whore.

You deserve

a good dressing down.

I don't need your opinion

in judging my daughter.

Anyhow,

France and I are very alike.

We're both extremely fragile.

Daddy...

Forgive me. Sweetheart.

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