War of the Buttons Page #5

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This is my favorite place around here.

When things are shitty,

I come here.

I can see why. It is beautiful here.

Strange, isn't it?

What is?

, if it wasn't for this

war we'd never have met.

I would have stayed in berlin.

- In berlin?

Wait a minute...

you're confusing something.

Paris, this is the third city

Ive been to.

My parents left

because of the Nazis.

Your father is really an architect?

Yes.

And my mother- A teacher of history.

I gave you her book.

'Punic wars'?

She wrote that?

Damn! I really should read it.

I just looked at the pictures.

But it was useful.

I used it to prepare a new attack.

Top secret.

- You're always at war.

I do not know what's going to happen.

But I didn't want to disappear,

without showing you this.

Do you sometimes just like

to hang out with girls?

And? We're back together again?

I have to go.

Simone is waiting.

You forgot your vegetables.

- Oh, yes. My vegetables.

Cabbage, tomatoes and potatoes...

we'll get by with them

until the end of the war.

They'll hang!

We'll make them!

Attack!

- Bastards!

Bastards!

- Attack!

Death to the Velronians!

Death to the Velronians!

Death!

Death!

The bastards!

Sh*t!

We'll cut your guts out!

, Aztec, we can avoid

bloodshed if you surrender.

If you've got the balls,

I say we have a duel.

Like men.

Just you and me.

Just the two of us?

- Only us two.

All right.

Get away.

Come on, Lebrac!

Get him, Aztec!

Come on, Lebrac! Be tough!

Watch out!

Go, Aztec!

Next, Lebrac!

- No regrets!

Come on!

Tear him to pieces!

- Snap his neck!

Come on, Lebrac!

Go!

I think you've learned your lesson.

Never trespass on our land again!

Let's go.

Run!

These are our spoils of war.

Three cans of pears in syrup,

two cans of cherry brandy,

Five cans of apple sauce,

two packets of vitamin biscuits,

Three sticks of sausage, ham,

Two slices of goat cheese...

- I'm done counting:.

We have 319 buttons.

I will continue. Five pairs of laces,

three pairs of suspenders and...

Bacaille! What's up with you, coming

with empty hands? You're the only one.

I couldn't take it. My father loves the

Cellar for which he had

the key in his pocket.

Cheapskate!

- I am not a miser.

If my dad caught me, he would kill me.

I also get beaten, if my dad catches me.

Well, so what?

You're a cheapskate and did not fight.

It's true.

- It is. Coward.

Yes! Coward!

- Sh*t-For-Brains!

Coward!

Your war is so stupid!

Then what are you doing here?

Yeah, f*** it!

- F*** off!

We will be announcing

his banishment.

I just wanted to say!

I haven't done anything!

- That's just it.

The republic long Vernes has decided.

To us you are no more.

Get out of here! F*** off!

Get out!

- Go!

I have had to do this before.

- Exactly.

I agree.

It's about the girl.

We have received an official circular.

We must declare all refugee children.

Place of birth, parent's address...

in short, the usual formalities.

And you just happened

to come straight to me.

She is not your goddaughter.

No.

But I know her mother very well. She

was one of my best customers in Paris.

She asked me to hide her daughter.

That's why I came back.

Now we have to protect her.

To do this, I need help.

I mean...

your help.

All right.

If I am questioned, I will lie.

I will say that we do not have refugee

children. I will come up with something.

You can count on me.

I never doubted

you, Paul.

The son of the mayor!

You will pay us for the others,

little pig.

Stop it!

I didnt do anything!

What a rag mop! I'll

slit your throat like a pig.

Let me go!

- 'Let me go!'

Why should I?

A hostage might be useful to us.

What do you want?

I'll tell you.

We received a letter from dad.

You can read it.

Here, many more fathers are in the

prison camps. - It's true.

Whose fathers are in Germany?

Read.

- Can I?

Here

- Thank you.

'Dear children... ' that's us.

'I hope you received my letter.

Here in the camp, I am well,

but today I felt a bit sad... '

That's right here?

- Yes.

But why should I participate?

Maybe you're a double agent.

Quiet!

Take your position.

'Watch over the garden as you should.

Do not forget to rake... '

- Loose.

'... And hoe the weeds and trim... '

The thickets.

- '... and use the other tools.

I often think about you

When I look at the picture,

that uncle Rena took

When we were in Michelin.

You have now probably grown large,

but do not eat too much soup,

Because then I might not recognize you,

when I get back.

Say hello to all our relatives

And, of course, give a big kiss

to your mama for me.

I really miss you sons.

My letter is finished.

The rain has stopped,

And the sun is peeking out

from behind the clouds.

You are my sunbeams.

Your dad. '

Let's drink to papa Gibus.

Fire!

- And for all the prisoners! Hooray!

Hooray!

Fire! Fire!

My treasure! The letter from papa!

Stay here!

- Dad's letter!

Lebrac!

Lebrac!

There will never be peace between us!

Never!

Thank you, you're no longer needed.

- They will kill me!

It does not matter.

A**hole!

- Piece of sh*t!

Bacaille! After

him! Faster!

Let me go! Let me go!

They tortured me!

I couldn't help it!

It's not my fault.

You're worse than a coward.

You're a traitor!

What are you going to do?

- Everyone should punish him.

The belt!

- No!

Yes! The letter from dad's burned!

The belt! No!

Quiet!

- Yes! The belt!

Get him ready.

- Do not!

Please!

Are you crazy?

Lebrac, you're acting like a Nazi.

Give me the belt.

- Please!..

Now you.

Here! Here's dad's letter!

Filthy traitor!

- Please!

Dad!

Dad, help me!

Dirty traitor

What happened?

Who did that?

The others...

led by Lebrac.

No need to cry.

Poor thing!

Cut faster.

- Do not worry.

You will pay me

my due for these rascals.

I demand exemplary punishment.

Especially for your son.

Do not worry, mister mayor.

Who knows what you have waiting.

- The villain!

I can send you to the police.

Then your life is not worth a cent.

You do not talk to your son?

Rest assured, he'll get what's

coming to him.

Another thrashing.

- There he is!

Let's go to mama.

- Here, you!

Here, I said!

- No! I'm leaving!

You'll never see me again!

I taught him to hunt,

so that he wouldn't starve.

And so he has to learn to survive.

Just what he wanted.

What if something were to happen?

Imagine that...

what? - But you never know

what can happen to a child?

You should not think the worst.

- Be kinder to him.

Listen to your conscience.

Do you hear it speaking to you?

Bacaille now will have to live

with this your whole life.

Did not I ask you to respect

each other, to help each other?

And you act as executioners.

Yes?

- He betrayed us.

Sit down.

Even the traitor is entitled

to a trial.

They have a right

to defend themselves.

But you tortured him.

Today, there will be no lessons,

I give you a chance to make amends.

Who was it?

You also have eyes and ears.

There are many who were.

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