The Round Up Page #5

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I couldn't face that again.

Go ahead!

Resign!

Go on. Rebel!

Not one of you has.

Not a single one.

Is it normal,

what's going on in there?

They had it

coming to them perhaps?

It's easy for you to say.

I'm a soldier.

I could get shot.

- I have kids, you know.

- So do they!

They've got no supplies.

There's a grocery opposite.

Why not let them buy food?

I have orders.

Orders to starve children?

They're leaving already?

We're evacuating the whole stadium.

About time, too.

It's not even a real train.

Keep moving!

Keep moving!

That way!

People:
40

Horses:
8

See, Jo, we haven't left France

and we're all together.

Beaune-la-Rolande internment camp,

Look, Simon, a snail!

Come back here.

It's so hot!

And it stinks in here.

Probably, the people before us.

Where are they now then?

Stop it!

You can't get away from me,

you grub.

Stop...

That tickles.

Mrs. Traube!

Where's Hannah?

And your husband?

I don't know where they are.

I saw your daughter.

- Where did you see her?

- At the stadium.

My God! In that case...

Where is she now?

There are other camps nearby.

You need to ask.

You'll find her.

I'm glad to see you again.

Same here.

He's the last one.

My feet are killing me.

All done!

I don't get it.

I heard they're going East.

With no warm clothes.

It's Autumn soon. They'll freeze.

What do you think?

I think the Germans are organized.

Too efficient sometimes.

Do you trust them?

Here...

Sulking?

You don't care about me anymore.

You know I'll never abandon you.

You're my little Nono.

When will Mummy come back?

She's tired

from delivering your brother.

My brother?

What's his name?

He's called...

Julien.

Do you like that name?

And you? Do you like it?

Where've you been?

- Go and play. What's the game?

- The roundup.

I'm sick of always being the Jew.

- You can be the gendarme.

- Come on.

Soup!

The Loiret camps now house

almost all the undesirables.

They're teeming with Jews,

who infested France like parasites.

Turn that off.

It really gets me down.

There's nothing in the soup.

They won't last long on this.

Did you see the daily bread ration?

Go and tell the authorities.

I wrote to the Prefect.

I've gone on the same rations.

What? Don't go playing the martyr.

It's the only way

to prove it's insufficient.

You think they don't know

in the Prefect's office?

I'm not hungry.

Go on, take it.

You think we'll be grown-up

one day?

I don't know.

They don't just want us dead,

they want us to suffer first.

Don't do that. It's all there is.

It can't go on like this

for centuries.

Proletarian revolution.

That's the answer.

Another bloodbath?

What the Jews need is a land.

A country we can call our own.

Zionist?

- Communist?

- Trotskyite. Him, not me.

My wife's religious.

I bet they put bromide in it.

What?

So you can't get it up.

What do they care if I get it up?

Young man!

To stop us reproducing.

Get up.

Get up, your brat!

I didn't do anything, sir.

You just spat.

Not at you. A weevil.

- He's telling the truth, sergeant.

- Keep out of this!

I didn't do anything, sir, honest.

Sergeant to you, you runt!

Don't! He's armed.

Think of your family.

He's on the next convoy in any case.

As for you, doc,

stay in the infirmary

or I'll relieve you of your duties.

Can't you sleep?

Perhaps your sister was right.

I should've protected you.

Don't say that, Dad.

Dear Sir,

I received no reply to my letter.

In it, I described

the sanitary situation here.

The detainees live in conditions

of malnutrition and neglect

unworthy of our institutions.

I invite you

to come and see for yourself.

After 3 weeks on the detainees' diet,

I've lost over 14 pounds.

Nearly all the children are ill.

Come to our aid.

These civilians

are guilty of no crime.

Sorry if I'm interrupting.

No, come in.

You still hope to get a reply?

I'll go there if I have to.

You can't keep starving yourself.

We need you here.

It's the only way I've found.

If you're sick, who'll care for them?

And the next ones?

They won't stop now.

There'll be more roundups,

more detainees.

I'm relying on you

for when I'm gone.

Tell the Prefect Miss Monod's here.

He knows why.

I told you, it's impossible.

Sir!

I wrote and you never replied.

Do you believe me now?

Can you reach it?

Almost.

Got it.

How are my mother and Rene?

- Fine. You want me to fetch them?

- No, no time.

Tell them I'm in Limoges with Dad.

Louise and little Lon

are in hiding, too. Don't worry.

Thanks.

Give my mother and Rene my love.

- Okay.

- See you.

How was she?

Fine. She was all pink

and everything.

She sends her love.

Toffees from Brittany!

Do you want one?

No, thanks, we're fine.

Here...

You too.

Can I have another one?

Wonderful!

- Can we eat it?

- Of course!

Darling, do you want

a bit of your godfather to eat?

At last, I can feast on mein Fhrer.

Who's coming for a swim?

I just spoke to Berlin.

The French want to deport

the children with their parents.

Why's that a problem?

It's impossible.

We're behind schedule

on crematoria 2 and 3.

We can't keep up.

Find an excuse for the French.

Tell them whatever you want.

There aren't sufficient trains.

The Germans can't deport

the children before mid-August.

That's very regrettable.

How can we overcome this setback?

I say they're sponge cakes.

No, they're biscuits.

They're rich tea biscuits.

I heard there's a factory that way.

When I grow up,

I'll work in that factory.

Cut it out, lads, they're waffles.

Children! Come here!

We have sponge cakes!

Hurry!

Take it easy, eat them slowly.

Come on...

Everyone will get one.

Take it easy and enjoy them.

There's one each.

Imperceptibly

You took over my life

Imperceptibly

You won over my heart

First, you were like a friend

Then a sister

We made witty jokes

About happiness

What do we do, sir?

Switch off the radio?

No, leave it.

I like this song.

Everybody up! You're leaving!

Come on, wake up!

Everybody up!

Quickly!

Everybody up!

We're leaving?

The boy has to go with his mother.

That's an order.

Everybody in the yard in 15 minutes!

Is it true they take medallions

in the search barracks?

Mine isn't even made of gold.

We'll have to tell them.

You'll tell them, won't you?

I'll tell them.

You're not coming with us?

Not just yet.

I have too many sick children here.

Afterwards,

you'll come and live with us.

At Pitchipoi.

I heard that's where we're going.

Of course I'll come.

Just a second.

Well?

It's not appendicitis,

it's a minor hernia.

He'll be fit to travel?

Yes.

Go and get ready.

David...

I've been thinking.

I could ask to be replaced...

I could go with the convoy.

Only Jews are sent East.

They'll never accept.

Listen.

You've come as far as you can.

It's time to say goodbye.

I should have helped you escape.

And let the children travel alone?

I'd never have agreed.

I'll send news when I can.

Not your wedding ring!

If they want it,

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