Tomorrow Is My Turn (Le passage du Rhin)

The crossing of the rhine

Hitler has invaded Poland

they're calling up the reservists!

Hitler has invaded Poland!

They're calling up the reservists.

Hitler invades Poland.

They're calling up the reservists!

"They're calling up the reservists". How's all this going to end?

It will end as it must end.

Get on and garnish the tartlettes.

For you youngsters, it's difficult to live

when you might be mobilised in six months.

Better it were finished.

Isn't that so?

Well, Roger, those tartlettes?

Coming.

Hurry up.

All these crises are going to be bad for business.

It's not that I don't care.

All the same we need to be able to live in peace, eh?

- Yes. - Ah, sodding thing.

As long as the boches haven't been brought to heel once and for all,

we'll never be there.

- They must all be killed. - All of them?

At least, as many as possible.

Listen, Roger...

Your father died at verdun.

Because of that, you have nothing.

I've given you my daughter.

One day, all this will be yours.

Well, you must rise to the occasion.

Tell yourself one thing: France needs you.

That's what I thought.

Will they be ready today?

- Is Alice there? - She's busy. She's working.

I'm going to the basement, to set the delmas' editorial.

- Another appeal to reason? - Yes. - Well, listen to the response.

Hello, girls.

Already?

- It's not very comfortable for working. - And for making love?

- Can I see the boss? - He's with delmas.

Will they be long?

They've finished.

You finally have it, your war. You can crow.

No, delmas. We are going to fight.

And afterwards, when there are millions of dead,

what will happen? Peace. You'll start talking. So why not now?

Liberty, we'll defend it.

With what? With whom?

With those who don't like to be kicked around.

Poorfool

At 2pm, and not more than 20 lines.

- Can I see you, boss? - Yes. I need to talk to you.

Me too.

Sergeant durrieu, 3rd alpine battalion.

I'm leaving tomorrow morning for besancon.

Out of the question.

I need you.

Delmas has handed in his resignation. I'm offering you his position.

- Impossible. - It's the chance of a lifetime.

Say yes, and I'll get you a special assignment.

No. I've been calling for this war

and I'm not going to fight it with the lives of others.

You're an angel. And my aspirin?

- In the saucer. - Ah, thank you.

How old are you?

Florence, how old do you think he is?

28, maybe 30. Why?

You've known many chief editors

who are 28, have you?

He's turned it down?

She hasn't got a very high opinion of you.

- What do you know about it? - Thank you, Florence.

You're welcome.

So then, it's yes...

Or it's no?

It's no.

One day, when you think of this idiocy,

you'll regret it.

Certainly not. I never regret anything.

Do you remember when we were on honeymoon?

The time when we were resting on the bench

before I messed up your hair.

When I was shy, as it were.

You haven't changed, you know.

Am I interrupting?

No. On the contrary.

- Your cigarettes, Roger. - I don't smoke.

For the officers. They'll make you popular.

Thank you.

You'll see, on your first leave, you'll no longer recognise her.

That would be a pity. I love Alice as she is.

Perhaps, but adversity will be good, it strengthens you.

This is how it was in '14...

I'll leave you to say goodbye.

Children, this is not the time to trust in the future.

Be wise.

Say, Alice...

Yes?

- If, sometime, I'm killed... - Don't say that.

If sometime I'm killed,

you wouldn't want to have my child to remember me by?

Yes.

But you heard what mama said: We must be reasonable.

What does that mean, "reasonable", today?

Now, make your lunch. Go on, go.

Come in.

Yes, it's me.

This is just how I imagined your room.

You imagined my room?

It would've been easier to come and see it, wouldn't it?

- Are you clearing out? - I'm clearing out.

Aren't you going to ask me to sit down?

Sit down.

- May I? - If it amuses you.

This amuses me, yes.

You're on a mission from rodier?

It's not about the boss, Jean, it's about me.

That said, I agree with rodier.

The war is for those who have nothing else.

Exactly, Florence, that's how it is for me.

Even if I didn't agree with it, I'd be going.

Why?

That takes just four silly little words: "The baptism of fire."

I want to know how I will conduct myself at the christening.

There. That's it.

But it matters, for a man.

- You couldn't understand. - Obviously not.

Nobody passes up on a career for thrills.

I also like thrills, if you must know.

Only I've been through too much.

I want to make some money, and quickly.

Too bad if I disappoint you.

This is my freedom.

Freedom...

Allow me to finish. It's not very easy.

If I can find a man who brings me what I want, I'll give myself to him.

But if that man was you,

I would be happy.

Most happy.

You'll stay?

I'm going.

I think we've said all there is to be said.

No, wait.

It's stupid to want to make love and not do it.

Today, it would be insanity.

I'll never get rid of it.

Wait, I'll sort that out for you.

Isn't that better?

Yes, but it's not in the regulations.

The regulations have taken a serious blow.

It's funny, to pass on to the other side.

You said it. Most definitely.

It's truly huge.

On a bridge, it's not so bad, but swimming...

- What were you in civilian life? - Baker of pastries.

What about you?

Journalist.

Why did you say to me "but swimming"?

Well, because to go back,

we must get past the bridge.

Look.

- Barbet, raoul. - Present.

- Profession? - Taxi driver.

- Dannet, Pierre. - Present.

- Profession? - Watchmaker.

- Anadeau, gaston. - Present.

- Profession? - Upholsterer.

- Clobet, Jean. - Present.

- Profession? - Carpenter.

- Dubois, Paul. - Present.

- Profession? - Baker.

- Durrieu, Jean. - Present.

Profession?

Farmer.

- Fournol, gustave. - Present.

- Profession? - Mechanic.

- Perrin, Roger. - Present.

Profession?

Profession?

Farmer.

- Lapeyre, lucien? - Present.

Profession?

What?

I don't think that it'll be the same, with the boches.

- The same as what? - The same as at home.

North, northeast.

God knows where they're taking us.

Nearly 50km...

When we have to walk it by foot, you can tell me something new.

Come on.

Come on.

“By order of the kommandant,

it is strictly forbidden for prisoners

to approach without authorisation

German women and girls.

All infractions of this order will be punished

on pain of imprisonment and depending on the gravity of the case,

even to pain of death...

Well, now we're here.