Come What May (En mai, fais ce qu'il te plaît)

ONE YEAR EARLIER, IN GERMANY

Delicious, aren't they?

The best in ages.

On Sunday, I'll go pick more with Gran.

What is it, Daddy?

Heil Hitler!

Heil Hitler! Back inside, please.

Close the door.

Everything's fine. Close the door.

Close the door.

["Sténdchen" by Schubert plays on radio]

In the bathroom.

- Take a look. - See this?

Come on, help me.

Here.

No, we have that. Look.

Here!

We also found communist propaganda in the bedroom.

Go!

Max, come! Quickly!

Go, go!

Over here!

Shoot!

Shoot!

All the bodies over here!

Yes, Sergeant!

Bring all the bodies here!

Let's go! All the bodies back there!

- Shh...

FRANCE, SUMMER 1939

Go on, go on.

Go on, go on.

Hey, don't stack them all the same way.

They'll tip on the first bend.

Stagger them top to tail.

Don't do that in Belgium?

Sure, only we don't use...

the same stagger.

What do you mean, the same stagger?

Yes, it's better like that.

Time to eat, I'm hungry. Let's go around.

Watch.

Come on, Hitler!

Come on!

Stick with me.

Come on, Josephine. It's time for lunch.

Come on.

Never go behind the horses.

They get feisty with this heat.

Nasty temperament, that one.

That's why we called him Hitler.

The other one is called Charlie.

No, thanks, I prefer water.

- Really? - Yes.

Beer! It makes some tired. For me, it's the opposite.

Max.

Here, you have to drink.

You see?

It's like the graveyard Gran took me to on Sundays.

Max, you must speak French now,

like I taught you, even with me.

It's very, very dangerous to speak German here.

Understand?

Military graveyards are all the same.

Gran says in graveyards you can get some peace.

Think we'll ever see Gran again?

The wind-pump was hit bad by last winter's gales.

I patched it up, but...

How much longer will it last'?

In my opinion, not through next winter.

Right. It can't wait any longer.

We must equip the water tower with an electric pump.

Miss Blondel, is there still time

to apply to Arras Prefecture for a grant?

Well, in late August they're a bit slow.

We can apply in a fortnight's time,

but it won't be dealt with before early 1940.

All going well, we should get a grant

to cover 70% to 80% of the total outlay.

That's all very well, but it doesn't tell us the end cost.

And you've read the papers.

If war breaks out, like they say,

I don't think our wind-pump will be a priority for Arras.

They've been talking war for years!

Roger, come on!

I say we just vote on the issue of the day.

Miss Blondel, note on one side those for modernity,

and on the other, those for standing still.

So,

who's for modernity?

Pastis? There you go.

White wine for Albert.

Good, you served the beers.

To the wind-pump!

To the wind-pump!

Cheers!

- Will you dance? - Mado...

Just to please you.

- Not dizzy? - A little.

Let me show you.

Just let me play!

Max!

Max.

Come on, time for bed.

Come on.

Come on.

[Door opening and closing, steps in hallway]

[ Max crying 1.

Daddy!

[ Max crying 1.

Daddy!

3 SEPTEMBER 1939,

FRANCE DECLARES WAR ON GERMANY

Daddy!

Max.

Go away!

Go away!

I want my daddy!

Daddy!

9 MONTHS LATER, MAY 1940

They're here.

I'm ready.

Tag!

Move up.

Come closer.

I had the Prefecture earlier on the phone.

The Germans have been at the gates of Arras

since early morning.

Now, we mustn't give in to panic.

The town is defended by the British like in '14.

And back then, Arras never fell.

The Germans, it'll take the time it takes,

but we'll send them packing just like last time!

One year ago,

the Government gave us instructions in case of invasion.

Each municipality north of Paris has been told

to evacuate its inhabitants to host towns further south.

The Prefecture has now asked us to act,

and it is our duty to do so!

We must go to Dieppe in Seine-Inférieure.

We will temporarily abandon our fields and homes,

and go to Dieppe, calmly, as we've been asked to do.

They promised a police escort, where is it?

You know what?

I have faith in this.

I don't need anybody holding me by the hand.

We can't just up stakes and leave everything

not knowing what's ahead.

What do you suggest?

We wait here for the Germans

and suffer the trenches, the bombing, and the gas,

just like in '14?

The Boche are at the gates of Arras!

Before long, they'll be here!

Do as you like.

I have no orders to force people to leave.

I'm putting no onus on anyone. Go your own way.

Come, Made.

Go on! Scram!

Go on, scram! Go!

Ah!

Go on.

I'll go pack the car.

We'll hitch it to the wagon to save petrol.

You won't forget to lock up?

What for?

At least passers-by won't break the door down.

No, I can't leave that.

And how's the Saint-Emilion doing?

Ripe for drinking, too. Can't leave it for the Boche!

What about the boy?

Arras was evacuated, except for the prison.

So the father's either been killed in the bombing,

or recaptured by the Germans, which is just as bad.

Take him with you as far as Dieppe.

Bound to be lots of other orphans there.

Must be some arrangement for them.

Evacuate! Come on!

The alarm! Go!

- Evacuate! - Come on!

[Alarm continues, people yelling indistinctly]

Blimey! I thought all the civvies had left the town!

No! No! No!

I'm Belgian! I'm Belgian!

Shh.

The Germans are in the tunnels, sir!

Where?

They came down a side tunnel from the town hall.