This Land Is Mine

MAN SHOUTS ORDERS IN GERMAN

Albert? Yes, Mother. Hurry up,

you'll be late. Coming, Mother.

CLOCK CHIMES:

Darling? Yes, Mother, coming.

Sit down,

don't let your breakfast get cold.

Morning, Mother.

How's your rheumatism?

I didn't sleep.

That means it's going to rain.

Here's the newspaper.

Newspaper(!) Lies!

Shhh! There may be something

interesting in it today.

SHE CHUCKLES:

How did you get milk? The doctor

prescribed it. Are you sick?

Have I ever been well?

Never since you were born.

Not that I blame you.

You know I can't stand milk.

I never could.

There's no reason why you shouldn't

take advantage of my condition.

You were so weak as a child. I

saved your life by giving you milk.

It's shocking. So many cows

in the country and no milk.

SHE TUTS:

Look, your coat. That filthy cat.

Take it off and let me brush it.

That girl should keep

her cat at home.

I couldn't sleep for the yowling.

I thought it was your rheumatism.

My rheumatism and the cat.

Come now, drink your milk,

you bad boy!

Some people get milk

without a prescription.

CAT MIAOWS There's a whole pitcher of

cream on the mayor's table every morning.

Our mayor's doing all right,

so are the merchants.

Black markets -

that's why there's no food to sell.

Selling meat and butter for ten times the

price but they won't raise your salary.

No, the schoolmaster must starve,

while men who can't spell

their names get rich.

Ah, well, at least we have order.

Things are quiet in the town now,

we shouldn't complain.

Drink up your milk.

What's that?

Liberty.

"Citizens, do not believe in

the generosity of the conquerors.

"If they are not driven out, it

means generations of slavery for us.

"We must resist.

"Let each of us say to himself,

'This land is mine.'"

Troublemakers. This is dangerous.

I'd better burn it.

Not here! They might see you.

I'll watch here. You can't trust

your neighbours nowadays.

Aaah! Get the cat! Go, tch-tch!

Go, tch-tch! Oh, my.

Albert, hurry up,

you'll be late for school.

CLOCK CHIMES:

Goodbye, Mother. Goodbye, my darling.

Edmund, hurry up!

Good morning.

Good morning. My sister's

been looking for that cat.

There's the runaway.

Won't you ever stay at home?

Did she annoy your mother again?

Not all. We're very fond of her.

My brother had a flat tyre.

Is it fixed? It'll do.

I'm waiting for Edmund Lorraine.

Edmund! He's coming, Mr Lory.

You don't mind if we wait?

Not if you walk fast.

Why not ask him to dinner?

Please do. George Lambert's coming.

Coming(!) He's bringing the

pigeon for dinner. Don't be silly!

Who's silly? I couldn't figure out

why he was on the office roof.

I found out he's got traps

up there for the pigeons.

Will you come? Thank you but my

mother doesn't like being on her own.

I'm sorry.

Have you seen this? Paul!

Paul, don't be crazy.

Why? Soldiers.

Hans, want to read something?

Someone's trying to compete

with our official newspaper.

Where did you get this?

Under the door.

They are all over town.

If you find any more, tell us. Sure.

Any at your house?

No.

You're very smart(!)

I don't want to get into trouble.

They are just doing their job. Are

you doing yours? Just as fast I can.

Why pick on me?

You don't say anything to George.

BICYCLE BELL RINGS

Hi, Paul. Don't tear my stockings.

Just like all women,

thinking of your legs.

SCHOOL BELL TOLLS

Edmund, come along, we're late.

Come on. Come on.

Burn these books. Is that your

order, Mr Mayor, or the enemy's?

Juvenal, Voltaire...

...Plato - The Republic.

My dear friend, we have to be

careful about that word republic.

Would you like my resignation?

By no means, my dear Sorel.

You have the respect

of the whole community.

I only want you

to understand our problems clearly.

I'm so sorry, Mr Mayor. Come in.

Come ahead, Lory. I'm just leaving.

Good morning, Miss Martin.

Is anything wrong? Yes. Come here.

Come here, Mr Lory.

It's a delicate surgical operation.

Cut out the heart

without killing the patient.

Our country's history

is a tough old patient.

We'll do the best we can.

We start here with Charlemagne.

Here he comes!

Why do we have

to do this dirty work?

Why not get the Germans to do it?

It's only a few pages.

Oh, Albert!

SCHOOLCHILDREN LAUGH

SCHOOLCHILDREN LAUGH

Vincent, close the door.

Until our new schoolbooks arrive,

we will make a few... corrections.

Edmund Lorraine, collect the pages

and burn them in the stove.

Pages seven and eight...

...pages fifteen, sixteen...

...seventeen, eighteen.

Pages twenty one and twenty two -

now tear them out carefully.

Page thirty.

AIR RAID SIREN:

It's the British.

Emily, don't be nervous.

We have plenty of time.

We must take shelter..

...even from our friends in the sky.

Now, when you pass out,

give me all the pages

you have taken out of your books.

The day will come

when we will paste them back.

Order, young man. Don't let girls

be better soldiers than the men.

Could I get my mother? She's

so afraid of the raids. Go ahead.

Albert, why are you running?

Why aren't you in the shelter?

EXPLOSIONS AND GUNFIRE

HAMMERING AT DOOR

Professor Sorel.

Huh!

There's room over here, Mrs Lory.

You move over here.

There's a draft in this cellar.

He catches cold easily.

His lungs are weak.

THEY IMITATE AEROPLANES

Shhh! Now they're over us.

Four engines. Wellingtons!

No, they're American.

Just listen to them.

THEY IMITATE AEROPLANES

Shhh!

HE IMITATES:

THE SCREAM OF A BOMB DROPPING

Boom!

It's outrageous, bombing civilians.

Why don't they stay at home?

Things are bad enough.

I wish I could see

the sky full of them.

Why don't they bomb Germany,

young woman?

Every factory and railroad in Europe is

Germany until the Germans are driven out.

SCREAM OF BOMBS DROPPING

EXPLOSIONS:

Emily, there's nothing

to be worried about.

We're perfectly safe down here.

It'll be over in a few minutes.

LAUGHTER:

Look at Mr Lory.

Young men...

Let's all sing. If we sing loud

enough, we won't hear the guns.

I know that Julian Lamont

has a good strong voice.

Girls, we don't want

the boys to sing louder than us.

Now, are you all ready? One, two.

# Ting-a-ling, ring-o-ring

# Two bells in the steeple

# Ting-a-ling, ring-o-ring

# Calling all the people

# Guide you on our way from play

# Work begins another day

# Ting-a-ling, ring-o-ring,

# Welcoming another day

# Ting-a-ling, ring-o-ring

# Two bells in the steeple

# Slowly swing, another ring

# Calling all the people

# Here the pealing clear and high

# Like those angels in the sky

# Ting-a-ling, ring-o-ring

# High in the steeple... #

BELL TOLLS:

KNOCKING AT DOOR

Come in.

You wished to see me? Yes, Mr Lory.

I know what you're going to say.

I know I'm ridiculous.

I'm stupid and weak.

I can't help it, sir.

I'm a coward. No, no. Yes, I can't

stand violence. It terrifies me.

Noises and explosions,

something happens to me.

I can't conceal it from the boys

any longer. They see it.

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