Monsieur Batignole Page #2

- Forget it.

He likes the way you criticize

the Jews.

I've been writing plays

forten years.

He wants you to take

a more active stand.

In return, Batignole

gets the apartment.

is worth the effort.

Hold on.

If I were you,

I wouldn't hesitate long.

I know Spreich.

Like milk, he sours quickly.

Need my glasses?

Colonel Spreich will see you.

Edmond, the little gift.

Of course.

I won't offend you

by counting it now.

You now live in 200 square meters.

Thank you, Colonel.

Thank your future

son-in-law, Madam.

He's a remarkable

young man.

He's a lovely young man.

I was told by my administrator

you're the best caterer in Paris.

The best...

He won the "Golden Tripe"

in Caen in '36.

His brother supplies him with pork.

Black market?

Small... very, small.

You must think big.

I've tried to drill that in to him.

It's a friend's birthday tomorrow...

Would you organize something?

Prepare a nice buffet.

Are you listening, Leon?

I need eggs...

Move over, Daddy!

Butter, flour, foie gras...

Goose pat, a dozen chickens.

You could help!

I'm ordering from my brother.

What else?

Smoked bacon.

Talk about heavy.

It's ugly too.

I want something modern.

When Dad starts making money...

That'll be the day!

Don't say that. He's on a roll.

Let's hope it lasts.

"Let's Hope It Lasts,"

great title!

I see you work quickly.

- What do you think?

- A bit bare.

But it has its charms...

Take a look

at your room Pierre-Jean.

Separate rooms until we're married.

- Delivery.

- You were here yesterday.

They say me come today.

Your papers, please.

Me, caterer for colonel Spreich,

forthe...

Speak normally.

I understand perfectly.

Come in.

The bedroom's overthere.

Any good furniture?

Junk.

Except for a new delivery van.

Here's the beast.

For your kids.

- It needs a paint job.

- Yeah.

Edmond, come see.

- What's this?

- Look.

You dreamed of it,

Germany provided it.

Rations for gas.

This is too much.

Careful, wet paint.

Be right back.

I'll get another one.

You swine, neverthought

my brotherwould be living here.

Property is cheap these days.

Like my produce.

- I pay for it.

- Then you hike up the price!

Why don't you shout it out.

I may raise my prices.

- My expenses are high.

- I see.

- I'm just renting.

- It's not free.

Just about.

- Cheers.

- Thank you.

Some champagne?

We weren't satisfied

with the last operation.

We expected 30,000 Jews.

The French police

are doing their best.

Do better, Pierre-Jean.

Do better.

We need an independent force...

a militia working for our cause.

We need money forthat.

"Can I top you up?"

What do you mean?

It's a French expression.

What's the French language?

Gallic.

The Gallic language

barely has 20 words.

In 10 years, French won't exist.

Excuse me, Daddy.

This is Edwige, my neighbor.

Haven't we met already?

At the premiere of

"The Killer lives at n 21."

"The Killer lives at n 21,"

Excellent title,

don't you think Pierre-Jean?

Excuse me...

Edmond, the door!

I've only got two legs.

Is my daddy here?

Daddy?

My father.

- Listen...

- Why are you here?

It's not your home anymore.

Are those Germans?

They're friends of Pierre-Jean.

You can't stay.

It's my home now...

I have the papers. It's legal.

Sorry, you have to leave.

My things are in my room.

My books, violin...

It's all gone!

- Where?

- I don't know.

The SS took it all.

Why?

I don't know.

I don't make the laws.

- What's your name again?

- Simon.

Go orwe'll both be in trouble.

Can I have something to eat?

It's been three days.

- In the camp...

- I don't want to know!

I'll feed you, but not here.

Go to the servant's quarters.

Hurry up.

Wrong apartment.

How did you get here?

They took us to a station.

We were getting on a train.

My dad said run. I ran.

I didn't look back.

- When was that?

- 3 days ago.

When I stopped running,

no one was behind me.

What did you do?

I walked at night.

Then a nice lady gave me

money forthe train.

Dad said to meet here.

You misunderstood.

Which room?

Here.

You can stay till morning.

I don't want to see you afterthat.

By helping you, I'm at risk.

There's no heat?

No.

Why?

- It's summer!

- I'm cold.

Sorry. No heat!

Your dad decided not

to heat the servant's quarters.

How did your maid manage?

Ask your dad when you see him.

If I find him.

You'll find him.

- How?

- Do you have family in Paris?

Cousins, near Montmartre.

He's probably there...

I'll get some food.

Could I have a drink?

Yes, but stay right here!

I'm locking you in.

Just my luck.

This is all I need!

- Where were you?

- Getting champagne.

- Where is it?

- I forgot the keys!

Everyone's asking for you,

Herr Batignole.

Coming!

You need a hand?

No, my kitchen is my own domain.

Get out!

- What are you doing?

- Don't mind me.

- Hello, Paul.

- Hello, sir.

- Your studies going well?

- Yes.

Where's the bubbly!

- I'm going!

- Upstairs?

I didn't want them

stolen in the cellar.

- You're white as a ghost!

- It's nothing!

- I'll get them.

- No, you cut the cake!

I'm coming.

Not only do you just show up,

but you've got lice!

Where I was, there was

only one toilet for200 people!

One bar of soap cost

the same as 100 bars...

A cigarette cost one chicken.

People paid for a puff.

Business is business,

everywhere.

- It's cold.

- I can shave it.

- No.

- Then stop complaining!

What?

What are you doing?

I'm on the throne!

Are you spending the day?

However long it takes.

Leave me alone!

Your parents can't say

I didn't take care of you.

- Was it good?

- I threw up in the bucket.

What a waste of foie gras.

Can I have some tea?

I've been running

up and down since 6 am!

- Can you empty the bucket?

- The toilet's out there!

You locked me in

and said not to move.

Some day off!

Hello, Paul.

Did you rent your room?

- No, why?

- I heard some noise.

My brother's son has typhus.

You'd better stay away.

Can I have a book?

Pierre-Jean has books.

I doubt you'd enjoy them.

You don't read?

I'm up at 5 am

and don't go to bed till 10 pm.

And I work non-stop in between.

- I didn't know.

- Now you do.

If someone knocks,

don't answer.

What about my parents?

We'll talk later.

Here.

They were mine

when I was young.

It's so humid.

My legs are like lead.

I feel a storm coming.

Do you have lice?

I was itching all night.

So was your father.

Your party was a success.

Are you listening?

Spreich should stop

lecturing me.

He wasn't happy with the round-up.

But he does nothing.

- Now they want kids!

- That's different...

How so?

Don't you agree, Edmond?

I wasn't following.

He was speaking of

Jewish children.

Which ones?

What a pig!

Pork pat, dipped in coffee.

Not in this apartment.

You don't know

what you're missing. Try it.

- I'll pass.

- You don't like anything.

He loves Micheline, right?

Absolutely...

Since we're on the subject,

may I have the honor of

asking for your...

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