Les Emmerdeurs

NOVEMBER 1942

Hexagon, a group of courageous resistance fighters,

prepares to help a former Nazi scientist cross into unoccupied territory.

This doctor has developed a revolutionary weapon

that must not fall into the wrong hands.

SAINT BRISSON-SUR-LOIRE OCCUPIED TERRITORY

My angel...

Stop, thief!

- Who is that? - I don't know. He'll get us caught!

I am Jesus.

Search every house!

We're safe, they're gone.

- You're hurting me! - Of course I am.

There's a bullet in your gut!

Father!

Father!

What happened?

We were betrayed.

We have to help him.

Is that the serum?

Yes. Mission accomplished.

- A tremendous success... - Okay, okay...

- Who is he? - Pierrot, get to bed!

It's okay. He's a seminarian.

Does he speak the language?

Pierrot!

Take them to the church!

- Open up! German military! - Let's go!

Coming!

- Open up! - Be right there!

- Come on! - Yes!

- Open up! - Yes!

Yes?

Gentlemen.

We're safe.

They won't look in here.

Don't worry, Doc, we'll get you through this.

I'm not ready to be that optimistic.

What did I tell you?

Damn it! Where's the bag?

A boy ran off with it that way.

Doc!

Follow them!

ARE YOU MORE FRENCH THAN HE IS?

KRAUT

Hey! Give me back my bag!

You like touching girls, huh, you dirty pigs?

- Get your hands off me! - No!

We must bring her back alive!

- Where are they taking us? - Probably to the zoo.

Be a good boy, they'll get you ice cream!

Shut up! You must remain silent!

We don't understand you, what with all the "sh" and--

- Silence! - Okay, now I get it.

How are you enjoying the area?

Did we just hit something?

Give me that bag!

Now, I'm sure we hit something.

Who's he?

A resistance fighter. He saved my life.

We have to get him out.

Help me, his leg is stuck!

Come on!

- The metal is warped, it's impossible. - Come on!

Where are you going?

Help us!

Never mind, he doesn't have the balls.

Out of my way, I'll do it.

The bottle...

Don't move!

Put down the weapon.

You're making a big mistake.

You'll pay dearly for this.

Oh, come on...

Where is the other guy?

You! Do something!

Can't you help him?

- Shoot! - I can't shoot!

- Shoot! - He doesn't need my help!

- Oh, grow some balls! - He doesn't need me!

Shoot!

What was that?

What did you just do?

There's blood everywhere!

Paper cuts bleed a lot too, doesn't mean you'll die from one.

Do you hear that?

- Germans! - It was great to meet you,

but I really must go.

You shot him, he's half dead and you're leaving?

- He's not half dead. - Help us carry him!

- But we really have to go! - Come on!

Out of my way.

Move!

Hey! Do you think she's crazy?

Maybe she was raised by wolves and doesn't speak our language.

I read a book about it.

As a man of the Church,

I must point out, you're very quick to judge.

I know.

It seems you might be mute,

I know some sign language!

I'm not mute. I don't talk when I have nothing to say.

Same here.

I'm Pierre. What's your name?

Lorraine.

Pleased to meet you, Lorraine.

Manu.

- Manu. - She's not mute.

- We did our best. It's no use. - Is he dead?

Almost. His wound will fester. We can't save him, he'll slow us down.

No use dragging him along. - What?

The wolves didn't teach her empathy.

A man of the Church leaves no one behind!

- We'll shoot him then. - Next, she'll suggest we eat him.

Jesus! - She's crazy! You really do have issues!

Why are you out here? You should be in an asylum!

You're quick to judge...

I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!

Okay! I've found a place where we can rest.

Where's the crazy girl?

He went around the truck and attacked me.

And then?

They knocked me out, and he escaped with them...

Go on. Pay no attention to Müller.

And... I don't know where they went, Colonel.

I was told he followed you on a bicycle...

Is that true?

Traces of blood lead into the forest, Colonel.

Good, let's move, everyone. No time to waste!

Hold on!

You go first.

There are three bullets.

- I'm carrying his heaviest arm! - Are you kidding?

I'm carrying his whole weight! - Stop complaining. This is it.

About earlier...

Never mind, you're busy. Wouldn't want to bother you.

What? It's freezing. We have to keep warm.

Anybody want some? - No, I only drink altar wine.

No, thanks, I'm fine.

As you wish.

It's not wine!

Tastes like whiskey and...

rubber.

- Yes, it tastes like rubber. - Give it here.

What do we do with him?

We'll let him warm up.

Then we'll get him some help.

He did save us from the Germans, didn't he?

I agree with you, Solange.

God is with us, we must help those in need.

If he stays, we'll have God and a dozen Krauts on our hands.

Let's head to unoccupied territory.

We'll be safe there. - I agree with Solange.

Members of the resistance-- - You're a resistance fighter?

Great, the war is over.

The Germans don't stand a chance against Mowgli, the wolf child.

And what have you done to fight the Germans?

"And what have you done to fight the Germans?"

Nothing. I don't host them, I don't fight them, I couldn't care less.

- So you're a coward. - "So you're a coward."

And not a very witty one at that.

Jesus...

No, thanks, I'm fine.

She doesn't know how.

No, I just don't feel like it.

Or maybe you prefer schnapps, Ms. I-Speak-German?

Tastes like rubber, doesn't it?

It really does.