This Land Is Mine
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- 1943
- 103 min
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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:
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.
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
# Ting-a-ling, ring-o-ring,
# Ting-a-ling, ring-o-ring
# Two bells in the steeple
# 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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