Marthe

Pierrot! You okay?

It's over.

God damn it.

I never got laid.

Shit!

Damn it!

Fucking bastard.

You little shit.

Gas! They're gassing us!

Grab your masks,damn it! Hurry up!

Put 'em on the wounded!

The wounded!

Hurry, put on your masks!

- Your masks! - God damn it!

Help me out.

I'll just tourniquet this.

Stop staring.

- You're making it worse, Mouloud. - Don't you ever get homesick?

Sure. All the time.

What's home like? Show me.

You're lucky.

What about you?

My home's on the other side. In Alsace.

Where's he taking us this fast?

If we do 10 every 20 km, we'll reach Paris in a week.

That'd be great! I haven't been to Paris since the World's Fair.

I was 12. Didn't even make it to Pigalle.

Will whores screw a one-legged man?

Your balls OK? Then why not?

You might even get a discount, if she's a haggler.

The laugh's on you. I'm done with all that.

But you, honey, with your scratches,

you'll be back on the front in no time.

I've still got my legs.

First chance I get, I'm using them.

You have to be fast to catch me.

I'm with you. To hell with them!

Look at him.

You're no patriot.

To hell with that. We've been screwed.

Country my ass!

What little I've still got is all for me.

I'm not going back. You hear?

Hey you,

you hear that? We're not going back!

My God! Hard to believe.

Sorry for swearing sister, this is incredible.

You're lucky to be so healthy.

Take a deep breath.

Fill up your lungs.

And exhale.

Cough a little.

Again.

That German steel, it's neat and clean.

Say a prayer for the German who did this.

He missed your vital organs and cauterized you with cannon grease.

Sister... swab this with zinc,

then bandage his chest tightly so he can't mess up this work of art.

Colonel?

What now?

Am I discharged?

Discharged?

Want a pension too?

Soon, you'll be on your feet.

Don't you see how lucky you are?

Go on.

Miss, look what I found!

It's a hermit crab..

They have no shells, Thérèse.

Like cuckoos, they sneak into nests,

or an empty shell. It's a whelk.

Really? That's OK, it's pretty.

You're right. Let's keep it.

Run, Thérèse!

My teacher's hat blew away.

Came to say hello.

- Who are you? - Thérèse.

And your teacher who lost her hat, what's her name?

Miss Marthe.

Miss Marthe...

Hello. I believe this is yours.

Thank you. Without you, I'd have no hat.

- Thérèse would have caught it. - Are you her papa?

We just met.

Sorry. Her father's a soldier. I thought...

No harm done. I'm convalescent.

- Wounded? - Don't worry, you can't see it.

- Were you gassed? - No.

I want to go up here.

- You're already up here. - No here.

- On my shoulders? - Yes.

Don't overdo it please.

No, let her. I loved that when I was a kid.

Careful, I'm still hurting inside.

Dad always carries me like this.

Until he gets back,

I'll be your horse. Promise!

- So you're a teacher? - I try.

It's my first year. I didn't expect to get so involved.

I feel as though all these children are mine!

It suits you.

I was watching you. You're beautiful.

Really.

I don't mean to be unkind by interrupting you,

but I must return to my flock.

The science lesson will resume in class.

I'm so glad we've met.

So am I.

Truly I am.

Goodbye, soldier.

Simon.

Goodbye, Simon. Thanks for the hat.

Miss!

Forget something?

Oh! Thérèse, get down quickly.

Let's go.

Thank you, Simon. Really.

Bye, Simon.

- Handsome isn't he? - Shh! You're incorrigible.

You know me, I gave it right back to him.

I didn't chicken out.

Hey soldiers, you coming on board or hanging out on the dock?

Go on without us, we'll grab the next one. We're thirsty.

We're not waiting for a bunch of drunks.

Damn it, captain. We agreed on six o'clock.

We paid you good money.

You come back.

- Yeah. - Some nerve!

Let's go! We're going back!

What a prick!

Taking it easy I see.

Got to start somewhere. Joining us?

No thanks. Not today.

You can't let us down!

Nothing better to do. Come on!

No. I need a post office.

Don't be long.

Bastard stops his run at 6. Took a lot of doing.

Post office my ass! He's looking for a screw!

- Yeah, good luck! - I know. Strange town.

A port with no skirts.

Where are the whores?

Not so fast.

No pushing.

Come on, children.

Your mother's waiting. Come on!

- Thérèse. - Simon, you came to get me?

- I wanted to see your school. - There it is.

Can I get a ride?

Hop on then.

Is that your leader?

I suppose so. What's he doing here?

Nothing new, he's been seeing Mrs Bireau.

Mrs Bireau? Who's she?

The headmistress!

- Often? - Every day.

She makes him soup, and sleeps with him.

But it's alright,

Mrs Bireau lost her husband, so he's her lover.

- So, can we go? - Yeah.

No, wait.

Wait just a second.

- Having dinner with us? - No thanks. You're kind.

I've got marking.

Marking can wait. Tomorrow's Sunday.

- You're always alone. - I don't mind.

- I like being alone. - I don't believe you.

At your age it's not healthy.

Please come.

After dinner we'll play cards.

You know how badly I play.

Victor enjoys playing against you.

Alright then, I will.

We'll expect you at 7 then.

Have you got a crush on her?

Bastards.

Who's stolen my picture?

Come on, guys.

Don't do this.

It's the only one I've got of my fiancée!

It's all I've got. Give it back.

Who cares, A-rab.

We don't give a damn.

Should've stored it up your ass.

Hey, Mouloud! Is your bitch naked in the picture?

She do a belly dance for you, Mouloud?

Bunch of bastards!

Fucking French!

You're nothing but shit.

You'll die eating shit.

You're the one who'll clean it up, damn fool.

Don't, it's pointless.

Take this. It isn't yours but it's all I've got to offer.

Mouloud, go check the latrines.

Maybe I wiped my ass with your picture.

Just follow your nose!

If you can't swim, just dive in head first.

Mouloud just isn't lucky.

I'm surprised he's still alive.

Getting involved when you're headed for hell...