This Land Is Mine

- Albert? - 'Yes, mother.'

Hurry up, darling, you'll be late.

'Coming, mother.'

- Darling. - 'Yes, mother, coming.'

'Come along, now, and sit down, darling.'

'Don't let your breakfast get cold.'

Good morning, mother. How's your rheumatism?

Oh, I hardly slept a wink.

I'm sure it's going to rain, it never fails.

Here's the newspaper.

- Newspaper lies. - Shh.

'You may find something interesting in it today.'

Milk? How did you get it, mother?

The doctor gave me a prescription.

Are you sick, mother?

Oh, have I ever been well?

Never since you were born.

Not that I blame you, my darling.

No, no, no, you know I can't stand milk.

I never could.

But there's no reason why you shouldn't

take advantage of my condition.

Yeah, you were so weak as a child.

'The only way I saved your life'

'was by giving you plenty of milk.'

'It's shocking now, so many cows in the country'

'and no milk.'

Oh, look... your coat..

That filthy cat.

Mmm, come now, take it off, and let me brush it.

'Wish that girl would keep her cat at home where it belongs.'

'That's why I couldn't sleep.'

'That yowling all night on the roof.'

I thought it was your rheumatism.

My rheumatism and the cat.

Come now, pick up your milk.

Oh ho ho, you bad boy. Ha ha ha.

Yeah, some people are getting milk.

And they don't need a prescription for it either.

At the mayor's house, they have cream

on the table every morning. A whole pitcher of it, ha ha.

'Oh, our mayor is doing alright.'

So are the merchants. Black markets.

That's why there's no food to sell on the coupons.

Selling meat and butter out the back door

'for ten times its price.'

'Nobody thinks of raising your salary, my dear.'

Oh-ho, no.

The schoolmaster must starve

while men who can't even spell their own names get rich.

Ah, well... at least we have order.

Things are quiet in the town now

thank the Lord, so I suppose 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 of our land..

"It means generations of slavery for our people.

"We must resist.

Let each of us say to himself, this land is mine."

- Troublemakers. - Yeah.

This is dangerous, mother.

I'd better burn it.

No, no, no, not here. They might see you.

I'll watch here.

Can't even trust your neighbors nowadays.

That stupid cat, go, tch, tch, tch.

- Go, tch, tch. - Mother..

Now, Albert, hurry up, you'll be late for school.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye, my darling.

Edmund! Hurry up!

- Good morning, Mr. Lory. - Good morning..

- Good morning. - Hello, Mr. Lory.

My sister's been looking all over for that cat.

- Oh, good morning. - Good morning.

- So, there's the runaway. - Yeah.

Aren't you ever gonna stay at home?

'Was she annoying your mother again?'

Not at all. We're very fond of her.

My brother had a flat tire. Is it fixed yet, Paul?

It'll hold out till I reach the railroad yard.

I'm waiting for Edmund Lorraine.

Edmund!

He's coming, Mr. Lory.

Do you mind if we wait for him?

- Not if you walk very fast. - 'Ask him to dinner.'

'We're gonna have a real feast tonight.'

Why don't you come? George Lambert's coming.

Coming? He's bringing the dinner.

'She's got George chasing pigeons.'

Paul, don't be so silly.

What's silly about anything to eat?

'I couldn't figure out yesterday what George'

'was doing in the roof of the freight office.'

I found out last night

when he brought my sister some pigeons.

- He's got traps up there. - Will you come, Mr. Lory?

Oh, thank you. My mother doesn't like to be left alone.

- You know, she's not very well. - I'm very sorry.

Have you seen this, Mr. Lory?

Paul! Paul, don't be crazy!

- Watch out. - Why?

Soldiers.

Hey, Hans, you wanna read something?

Looks like someone's trying to compete

with our official newspaper.

Where you get this, Paul?

Under the door.

You find many of this already?

- All over town? - Yeah?

- If you find any more, tell us. - Sure.

And at your house?

No.

You're very smart, aren't you?

Listen, I don't want to get into trouble.

Those boys are alright. They're just doing their job.

- And are you doing yours? - Oh, sure.

Just as fast as I can get there.

Why pick on me?

You don't say anything to George.

Hi, Paul. Now, don't tear my stockings.

You're just like all women

thinking of your legs all the time.

Edmund, come along, we're late.

- Come on. - Come on.

'These books must be burned, Professor Sorel.'

By your order, Mr. Mayor, or by the order of the enemy?

"Juvenal."

"Voltaire."

"Plato.

The Republic."

My dear friend, we have to be careful

about that word republic.

Would you like to have my resignation?

By no means, by no means, my dear Sorel. We need you.

You have the respect of the whole community.

I only want you, for your own sake

to understand our problems a little more clearly.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Mayor. We were told Professor Sorel...

Come in. Come ahead, Lory. I'm just leaving.

Good morning, Miss Martin.

Is anything wrong?

Yes, Louise. Come here, please.

- Come here, Mr. Lory. - Yes, sir.

It's a very delicate surgical operation.

Cut out the heart without killing the patient.

It is true our country, however, is a very

tough, old patient, and we'll do the best we can.

We start here with Charlemagne.

'Get down, kids, here he comes!'

Why do they make us do this-this dirty work?

Can't they bring in the German soldiers and get it over with?

Don't be upset, Louise. After all, it's only a few pages.

Oh, Albert.

Vincent, grab the duster.

Until our new school books are supplied

we are going to make a few, uh... corrections.

Um... uh, Edmund Lorraine.

'You'll collect the pages after they're torn out'

and burn them in the stove.

Uh... ahem, pages 7 and 8.

Pages, uh, 15, 16.

'17, 18.'

Pages 21 and 22.

Now, tear them out carefully.

Page 30.

- It's the British! - 'Emily, don't be nervous.'