The War Is Over (Après la guerre)

Be careful. You can't stay here. You will get killed.

Just close the door.

We can't wait for the children forever.

We need to practise the salute for the Americans.

He is always disappearing, when he is needed.

They will get to know me...

I didn't catch him.

Ready? Set. We will practise without drum and trumpet.

Ready? Go.

That has worked fine. The didn't see us.

To make a flag out of these rags. That's so typical, Josean.

Don't you think that Mama won't notice her rouge being used by you and Hélène.

Perhaps. But you should keep quiet anyway. I won't say anything.

Don't you think that the Americans will notice Michelle's girls?

Rascal.

Your stamp is too big for all the stars.

Why? How many are there?

I don't know. A lot.

How do you like my dress? Is the girl pretty?

Very very beautiful.

Hélène? Do you know how many stars are on the American flag?

What? - How many stars are on the flag?

Many. As many as the soldiers that will march on the high street.

All of them good looking. Why don't you ask father.

As mayor he ought to know.

Go on.

... and so we are telling your victorious armies that we are free now.

Papa? - What do you want?

How many stars are on the American flag?

Let's see. There is one star for each state, isn't that right?

And every star is a symbol.

And how many are there? - 48, my dear.

Is that right?

If your mother says so, yes. There are 48 stars on the American flag.

And?

Here we won't miss them. - We will be the first to see them coming.

We will be thrown out of the band anyway.

So what? In two weeks we are gone.

You Perhaps. But what about me? I have to help my father in the butcher shop.

If the war is over, I will return to my mother in Lyon.

And when I am older I will join the circus in Paris.

As a clown?

No, you fool. As a freedom fighter with a slingshot.

Do you hear that?

They're here. Finally.

Hold my trumpet, will you.

You left your drum.

They're here. The Americans are here.

What are they doing there?

You shitty devils. Just wait.

You little pigs. That is our job.

Little sods.

You just heard it. You can come down now.

The Americans are here. With a lot of tanks.

We have seen them. They're here.

They're here, finally. - The Americans are here.

Look who's here. Can we prevent you from telling lies?

Let him finish. - What are you saying? What did you see?

The Americans. We saw their tanks.

And where did you see them? - On the hill.

We saw them first, even before Robert and his troop.

Is that right, Gaby?

I swear, father.

My God. That's some news.

Let's go, so that we won't miss them.

Finally they're here. I'll tell father.

Have you seen them?

Father, they're here. Can we go there?

That too. Look at this.

I am begging you, just stitch any bottom to the trousers. And hurry.

Calm down. Your Americans won't just march past.

Attention. Just repeat after me:

Please give us some space.

Get into position, gentlemen. Please.

The small ones to the front.

And you? Where is your drum?

How many tanks were there?

We didn't count them, but it was a long convoy.

And the mayor? What is your father doing?

He's coming soon.

That's near Robert's barn.

What is this? - Calibre 75.

They won't shoot at us, won't they? - In any case, this is a 75.

Are you sure you saw the Americans?

We did see tanks.

It's the Germans. Go and Hide.

Put your hat on. And follow me quickly.

Wait for me.

Please look at me. They killed him.

Help us.

These urchins are the devil's own. Doesn't surprise me with their backgrounds.

Without their bikes, they can't be far.

Far or not, if I catch them I make them remember the 'Americans'.

I will punish them for their idiocy.

But Victor, it wasn't deliberate.

You can't be sure about that.

We'll find out.

Didn't you find your son yet, Paul? - Not yet. But punishment awaits him.

I am telling you two...

that it would be better for everybody involved, if this wasn't done deliberately.

This is more severe than stealing melons from the widow Perault. It's you who are responsible.

Responsibility? These two are my nephews, not my sons.

To shelter them here, was bad enough. I've been feeding them for three years now.

And why? Only to give their mother the opportunity to have sex with Germans in Lyon.

Enough. No more money for them, I swear.

Nevertheless she is sending money.

I think they persuaded Gaby. It won't possible otherwise.

Your offspring is valued higher than the others Mr. Butcher?

That's not what I wanted to say.

If they did it deliberately, I will send Gaby straight into a priest seminar.

But I don't think that my boy has enough imagination for something like this. That's my opinion.

Do you have their papers?

Madeleine, give it to him.

Perhaps they want to return to their mother...

If we haven't found them by tomorrow, I can contact Lyon to assist with the search.

Why don't you do it now? If you catch them, I won't pay for 'holidays' in the priest seminar.

Put them into reformatory, right now. You can have my written confirmation here and now.

What Victor? Shall we crown them, instead?

Antoine Adrian Morant, son of Elaine Adelaide Toulise and Jean Morant, just write this down.

And then Julien Claude Toulise...

... not by the same name?

Antoine is from Elaine's first marriage.

A nice marriage. The father left for the Isle de Rey, when the baby was barely six months old. The mother got divorced.

I'd rather not know, where the second boy is from. There was no 'buyer' for him. Father unknown, as stated there.

He goes by her maiden name.

He goes by her prostitute's name, so that the whole region can laugh about it.

He is a worthless prostitute's son. That's my view.

That is your view, because of this we have a dead mayor on our hands.

And? I didn't force him to run into the street with the flag.

Now you are talking rubbish.

No, I am not talking rubbish. Nobody forced him.

No, you drank too much.

And?

Get on. The police are in the house. We should disappear.

They think we did it deliberately.

But it wasn't our fault. We didn't kill the mayor.

Just tell them that.

Where are we going now?

How about Lyon to see mother? - That's far away.

So what? It's not you, who has to pedal.

Shut up.

Antoine, please stop. My feet are killing me.

Why? We are resting all the time. It has been less than ten kilometres.

Take your brother instead of me. Then you will see.

I'm stopping now. Julien, get off.

- Where are we? - At a nice place to piss.

Your father is wrong. Sometimes you have good ideas.

Is it alright with your mother if I come along?

Don't worry about that. We just have to be aware of the police.

Even if it isn't, I don't care. I know now where my father is.

Is that right? - And where is he?

On the Isle de Rey. But it's my father who's there, not yours, Julien.

- What's wrong? - Might be the police.

Crouch down.

Look at them. They are really beaten.

No wonder. The British and Americans beat them heavily.

It's still a lot.

And? The Americans are at least one million. The British and De Gaulle on top of that.

With all of them Hitler is kaput.

Why didn't they come earlier? - Because of bad weather.

You. There are bikes.

Shit. Shit, they saw the police bikes.

Just our luck.

These soldier pigs.

Stop. The cow. It wants to eat me.

Shit. We fell asleep.

You must be mad to make such a racket. You did frighten me.

Easy for you to say, the cow had it's tongue all over me.

Only to lick your head as it would do with a calf.

Julien, as it knows you already, could you ask it for some milk? I would like to have breakfast now.

No, I'm not stupid. It will only kick me.

I know how this is done. It's so easy. But where shall we put it?

We need to find something.

Stop. It's too full already. We need to hurry, the cap won't hold it. Hurry up with the milk.

Who goes first? - You. It's your cap.

I bet there are lice in it.

Idiot. You would see them floating, if I had any.

Fresh milk from a cow. That's superb.

It's even warm. Only sugar is missing.

With a bit of red wine, it would have been even better.

Look, down there. A farm.

And? What about it?

Maybe we could get something. We creep up from behind. Julien, you stand guard here.

Why is it always me?

Because you need to pick blackberries for dessert.

So you think. If I find any, I will eat them myself.

- Direct hit. - Perhaps we'll find eggs, too.

There are two. - Just look what I've found.

What are you two doing there?

Are you just stealing my eggs? You've got a nerve. Stay there.

We wanted to buy them, Monsieur. I swear.

Two dozen and even a chicken, you rascal. You will pay for them, you or your father.

Come on, get a move on.

Not my father, Monsieur. I don't want to join the priest seminar.

I am not interested. Get a move on.

Where is he? Answer me.

Over here. - There.

Come here, Julien. - Not too many blackberries here.

We have to get away from here right now. Come and I'll tell you why.

- But where is Gaby? - He got caught, the farmer has noticed us.