Monsieur Batignole Page #5

When will I see you?

I don't know.

I'll call you in a few days.

Why can't a professional take them?

Can't trust them.

It'll be good to take some time off.

There'll be identity checks.

We'll take the night train.

It's safe. We get off at Morteau.

Just before the free zone.

Here are your papers.

What about the kids?

Simon has his fake passport.

- He's clever.

- And the others?

I'll work it out.

You won't go farwithout a pass.

I've no choice.

Can't vouch forthe quality.

Smile forthe birdie.

You know I love you.

Me too.

Be careful, Daddy.

Ask for a reduction.

What do you think I did?

How much is that?

Slow down.

And the girls?

They're my daughters.

Their papers?

Of course.

Here.

Their passes were stolen.

You can go.

Thank you so much, Sir.

Go to sleep now.

May I buy some bread

for my kids?

Of course.

What do you say?

Thank you, Madam.

- Some cheese?

- Thanks.

- Some sausage?

- No.

They're not fond of meat.

Forget it.

- Is it good?

- Yes.

- Where are you going, Daddy?

- Men's room.

What does he do?

He's a surgeon.

That's a nice job.

My Dad...

He's a doctor. Gerard just said so.

Listen when I talk.

How old are you?

Eleven and a half.

I'm 8 and my sister's 11.

Only 6 months apart?

That was Dad's 2nd marriage.

Right.

Your mom's not here?

We're meeting her.

In the free zone?

Just before.

We're going to Morteau.

Another check point.

My tummy hurts.

Let's go through the toilets!

Me?

Thanks.

Your son said you were a doctor.

It's true, Daddy.

He says he fell

when he got off the train.

That hurts? It's normal.

That joint's full of nerves.

With the shin twisted,

it doesn't look good.

I'm afraid I can't help you.

You must go to the hospital

for an operation.

Repair it! Now!

Repair it.

Naturally.

I'm a nurse, doctor.

Good timing.

I forgot my medical bag

in Paris.

I see.

Was she in our compartment?

You'll be fine.

His knee is twisted.

I see that!

First we'll ease the pain.

What a wimp!

Do you speak German?

Yes.

English and a little Russian, too.

Here doctor.

Sorry.

- What are you doing?

- I'm giving a shot.

It's an intravenous shot.

Oh right.

In Paris, I'm chief surgeon.

The help administers the shots.

That'll do it.

Go ahead, doctor.

Yes, the knee.

- Want me to do it?

- I know my stuff.

Guess it's painful.

They didn't even

check our papers.

Put a lid on it!

- Thank you.

- Thank your son.

Have a nice trip.

If anything happens to the kids,

call a real doctor.

Relocating a knee is a cinch.

I did the same for calves as a kid.

I could've been a vet.

Is Switzerland very far?

- My stories aren't interesting?

- They are.

I don't think so.

- Can you carry me?

- Yes.

- I'm hungry.

- Me too.

You've got fat reserves on you.

- You ate on the train.

- Not much.

The landlady in Paris

made us a snack.

- I forgot it.

- That was clever.

Did you remember?

All he does is act like a clown.

I got us out of the station.

We were lucky to find

a wonderful nurse.

She didn't speak German.

It was obvious

he twisted his knee.

I found out she was a nurse.

When you went to the toilet,

I did some research.

- Would you shut up.

- I'm explaining.

You run off at the mouth

like my wife.

I'm thirsty.

Let's move.

There's a farm.

I'll get some food.

Wait for us.

- Wait here.

- I'm coming.

No! Stay with your cousins.

Bring something to drink.

Very funny!

How do you know German?

- It's my native language.

- Was your mother German?

My mother's French. My father's

German. We left when I was born.

You said your father fought in WWI.

That means with the Germans?

I guess so.

So the shrapnel in my leg...

the shell that hit the mess hall

could've been sent by your dad.

He wasn't fighting.

A shirker.

He helped the sick.

I was on the front.

You said you were a cook.

In the trenches,

in the midst of bombs and bullets.

You don't know how lucky you are.

Darn flies!

Daddy said to talk nicely to them.

That's sweet.

Aren't we having a fun here?

Fresh air, peace and calm.

No Germans.

The good life.

Vacation.

- I'm hot.

- Take off yourtop.

Forget it.

Show your boobies.

You're so stupid.

It won't get betterwith age.

Just kidding, Simon.

You annoy me!

- Now what?

- Time for a nap.

Smart move.

Didn't eat enough?

I wanted dessert.

Dessert!

- That's stealing.

- It's no problem.

It's me again.

Do you know her?

She sold me the cheese.

Was it any good?

- Yes.

- Yes, what?

Yes, ma'am.

Where are you?

With Gerard. I'm coming.

How many do you have?

Three.

Where are you from?

Paris.

We're going to Switzerland.

She's talking to me!

He'll get me hung.

You're not the first

I've seen in these parts.

Do they get through?

Depends on the smuggler.

- Do you know any?

- Enough Gerard!

- Stop yelling.

- Be polite!

Can we talk privately,

because with him...

Have some juice at the house.

Get your sisters

and bring my things.

Then meet me at the house.

- Do you hear?

- I'm not deaf.

Hello.

- Is my father here?

- He's talking to my mother.

My sisters:
Colette and Simone.

- Hello.

- What are you doing?

Making a sling to kill crows.

Why?

I eat them.

- What's your name?

- Martin.

I'm Gerard.

Is this smuggler reliable?

Yes.

Until now.

I don't know how to thank you.

Drink while it's hot.

I'm sure it's better in Paris.

Where can I find a hotel?

I can put you up for a night.

Is it OKwith your husband?

He's a prisoner in Germany.

I'm sorry.

You didn't know.

I'll call the Parnets.

Let the girls have your room.

You two take the room upstairs.

My other son lives in town.

Where's he sleeping?

You could sleep on the sofa.

That'll be fine.

I'll pay you.

- No.

- It's the least I can do.

Keep your money.

I'll be back in an hour.

Can you kill a rabbit

for dinnertonight?

I'll handle it.

- You do this every night?

- Morning and night.

And if you don't?

They explode.

Taste it.

- It's hot.

- It's not coming from an icebox.

He's moving.

It's the nerves.

Didn't your dad teach you that?

No.

You've never seen this before.

Come here, I'll show you

how to skin it.

Now we'll take off his pajamas.

You're a monster.

We'll talk when you're eating it.

I'll never eat it.

Guess you've never been hungry.

Actually, I have.

That's just it.

It was only 2 or3 days.

You pathetic man.

- Alright! My turn.

- I'll put the bottle back.

Watch it, I'm coming through!

Don't aim for people.

It's delicious. Bravo!

- Not eating?

- I don't like rabbit.

- Taste it first.

- It smells bad.

I made it.

Of course, I can't cook.

Whatever I do isn't good enough.

Can I eat his portion?

No. He won't leave the table

until he's eaten.

You must give me your recipe.

It's a first for rabbit.

It's not rabbit, it's cat!

Watch your step, Simon.

Isn't it Gerard?

The idiot makes things up.

I'm not an idiot.

Don't give me orders. Who do you

think you are? I've had it!

You called me Simon!

Don't talk back!

- I've had enough of your yelling.

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