The Round Up Page #2

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We have it.

Can't you change the music?

I like Chopin.

He was Jewish, wasn't he?

Sura, not all geniuses are Jews.

I'll get you!

Stop that.

I have a suggestion.

We organize everything.

But you restore

our police's authority.

If all goes to plan,

I promise

the Fhrer will listen favorably.

Vanda Lesniak.

Sarah Landeau.

Annette Monod.

Lucienne Dufresnes.

Goodbye!

Have a good holiday!

Look, Mum, I won the prize!

That's wonderful, love.

What's wrong?

Come on, let's go home.

We'll pay for private lessons

with Prof. Grunstein.

He's banned, too.

That way, you keep your teacher.

Dad, private lessons are expensive!

So? I'm not a cripple, am I?

Listen and remember this forever.

They can ban you,

but they can't ban your talent.

The war will end one day.

All wars do.

- We must leave right now.

- And go where?

The Ritz?

They're dismissing Jews

from universities,

the civil service...

Everywhere, Dad.

The nursery school head...

she's been fired.

Have you read the papers?

Have you seen what they call us?

"Undesirables". That's what.

What more do you need?

How can 5 of us get out?

How can we cross the border?

With what money?

Mr. Finkel and his wife

tried to make it to Spain.

Now where are they?

At Drancy internment camp.

You want that?

Do you?

"9th decree of 8th July, 1942,

"concerning measures

against the Jews.

"It is forbidden for Jews to frequent

establishments open to the public. "

What does that mean?

I'll tell you what it means.

We're banned from cafs,

restaurants,

concerts, libraries,

fairgrounds...

They should say where we can go.

It'd save ink.

What do you think?

I preferred things

the way they were.

"Restrictions on entering

shops and businesses... "

Honestly, Laval, you've read it too.

"France is not yet

sufficiently anti-Semitic

"to accept

the mass deportation of Jews. "

Who wrote this report?

- The secret services.

- I always said...

France isn't ready.

Police stations are swamped

with denunciations. Overrun.

We can't deport French-born Jews.

The country won't accept it.

Let's turn it to our advantage.

We'll deport the stateless ones.

Personally, I'd feel no dishonor

in deporting them

to Germany's territories for Jews

in the East.

In the East?

East of what?

Any mass deportation

would cost me power.

I see.

I'll deliver your answer in person.

In the negative.

I knew we'd reach agreement.

Let's recapitulate.

You start by sending us 10,000 Jews

from your camps

in the southern zone.

In the occupied zone,

your police do the job...

Under French command.

That's the quota.

Only stateless persons

will be arrested. Austrians, Czechs,

Russians, Germans and Poles.

We'll leave you

the children until...

Impossible!

Our social services couldn't cope.

Children should go

with their parents.

We'll have to refer that to Berlin.

No Jews - By Order

Just watch what happens.

I knew it.

You should know the law.

You, too.

You have children here?

Of course.

Count yourselves lucky

I don't arrest you.

People end up in Drancy for less.

And don't forget,

curfew for Israelites at 8 PM.

I don't make the law.

Boys!

Nono, we're going.

You're going already?

I'm going to have a baby.

Your Mummy is.

You'll have a brother or sister.

No, it'll be a baby.

The doctor said so!

Nowadays,

you don't want to be having babies.

If these ladies are going,

so are we. Lucien?

It's silly that you have to leave.

It's outrageous,

how they treat you.

My husband made it to the free zone.

But I've had no news in 2 weeks.

I don't know how you do it,

all alone with four children.

Are you the new tenants?

We just moved in next door.

We're from the Marne.

My husband works

at Les Halles market.

Shall we go for coffee?

Aren't you forgetting something?

Afternoon, Mrs. Traube.

Good afternoon, Sura.

Ladies.

I have some laundry for you

to come and pick up.

Thank you.

Good afternoon, sir.

You're not in school today?

Not any more,

like all Jewish teachers.

I give German lessons

to students now.

Enjoy your walk.

Thank you.

What?

What what?

What were you laughing at?

I wasn't laughing.

Hark at him.

In the end,

it's proving easier with the French

than the Duce

or that blasted Franco.

Film the young people, not me.

You're much younger than them.

Spain fights

for every one of its Jews.

Mediterraneans,

so over-emotional!

Romantics.

That's why we dominate them.

Herr Hitler, can we go

and see the deer?

Of course you can, sweetheart.

We'll give them

some bread soaked in milk.

Fast and with utmost discretion.

Night and fog.

A total of 5000 men.

Including 4,500 gendarmes,

Mr. Secretary General,

and 200 plain-clothes

secret servicemen.

Not forgetting 1000 militiamen,

all highly motivated.

If my calculations are correct,

that's one armed man

for every four or five Jews.

We should net 24-25000.

Of whom three-quarters are women,

children and pensioners.

That shouldn't be any problem.

To reach the quota you set,

we'll have to strip a few thousand

of French citizenship.

Isn't that so, Leguay?

So it looks legal, we only arrest

foreigners or stateless persons.

We're taking care of it.

Let's say the 14th of July.

Be serious. It's our

national holiday, Bastille Day.

In that case, the 16th.

They've got out

the file of the Jews.

Evening, Tati.

Evening, son.

Thousands of people listed.

It'll be any time now.

It's nice of you to warn us, Dd.

Give my love to Momone!

I heard they'll take children

this time.

You're mad, my girl!

Schmuel,

tell your daughter she's mad.

Children?

Why'd they burden themselves

with children?

Sergeant Desnoyers

came specially to warn everybody.

You're talking nonsense, my girl.

Thousands of Jews

took refuge here like us.

Know what they say in Poland?

France is the Jews' salvation.

- Dad, we mustn't stay here tonight!

- It'll be like last time.

When was that false alarm?

If it makes you feel better,

I'll sleep in the workshop.

We're in danger, too!

Stop it, Rachel!

You'll scare your brother.

They want men

for their arms factories.

They won't touch us.

And your father's a war veteran.

I'll sleep downstairs,

for Rachel's sake.

Have you seen my cigarettes?

You just want to smoke in bed.

What bed?

There's just a rotten couch.

Full of fleas!

- Why didn't we go to America?

- They turn back communists.

You can go later. I prefer Paris.

Every day, I go to the Sacr Coeur

for my models,

and every time,

I feel my heart skipping.

Compared to Lublin,

France is a dreamland.

You never saw what Poland was like.

We could tell you stories.

Ptain's no Cossack,

whatever you say.

It could be a rumor,

but you never know.

Here's what we'll do...

If I hear them,

I'll come calling my cat.

Tati, you don't have a cat.

What a sweetie!

He's a bright one, isn't he?

Why did she say

she'd come calling her cat?

The cat's make-believe.

Try to delay them,

so we can get out the back.

- Goodnight, Bella.

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