The War Is Over (Après la guerre)

Hello.

You can’t stay here, they’ll shoot you.

Close the door! We can’t wait forever for those brats.

We have to practice the greeting for the Americans.

- He only comes when it suits him. - We already know him now.

I didn’t find him.

Take your places. We’re going to practice without drum or trumpet.

Watch out, here we go.

It’s fine, they didn’t see us.

You’re making a flag out of that, that's so typical of you, Josianne.

Mom will also notice that you’re touching her things with Hélène.

- It might be, you have to keep quiet. - I’m not saying anything.

Do you really think the Americans will notice Michelle’s girls?

Stop it. Your stamp is too big, all the stars won’t fit.

- Why? How many are there? - I don’t know. Quite a lot anyway.

What do you think of my dress? Am I pretty?

Very, very pretty!

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

- What? - Do you know how many stars there are?

As many as soldiers marching in the street.

They all look nice. Why don’t you ask dad?

As mayor he should know.

And so we say we are finally free.

- Dad? - What now?

How many stars are on the American flag?

Let’s think! There is one star for each state, right?

And each star is a symbol.

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

Is that correct?

If your mother says so. I confirm it too, there are 48 stars.

Thanks mom.

And?

We won’t miss them here.

We’ll be the first to see them arrive.

- We’ll get kicked out of the band anyway. - So what? In 15 days we’re leaving here.

You maybe, I’m going to help my father in the butcher shop.

When the war is over, I’ll go back to my mother, in Lyon.

And when I’m a bit older I’ll go to the circus in Paris.

A clown?

No, of course not. A freedom fighter with a slingshot.

Do you hear that?

They’re finally coming.

Hold my trumpet.

- You forgot your drum. - So what.

They’re here. The Americans are here.

What are they doing there?

They’re coming...

I’ll teach you a lesson, just wait.

Little pigs, that’s our job!

Dirty brats.

- And? - You can come down.

The Americans are here! With lots of tanks!

We saw them! They’re here!

- They’re finally here. - The Americans are here.

You didn’t show up! That’s all you can say?

Let them talk. 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 group.

- Is that true, Gaby? - Yes, dad. I swear it!

My God! That’s good news!

Let’s go so we don’t miss them.

Finally they’re here. I’ll tell dad now.

- Oh no! - Did you see them?

Never mind.

Dad, they’re here! Mom, can we go there?

That too. Look at that.

I beg you, sew everything on and a bit quickly.

Calm down. Your Americans don’t just march by.

Repeat after me: “Welcome to the Americans”.

Come on, Mr. LeMeux. Give us a bit of space please.

A bit of order, gentlemen. Please. The little ones at the front.

- And you? Where’s 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 on his way.

It’s by Robert’s barn.

- What is this? - 75 caliber.

- They’re not going to shoot, are they? - In any case, this is a 75.

- Are you sure they were Americans? - We saw tanks.

It’s the Germans, everyone must hide.

Put on your hat. And follow me quickly.

André!

- Damn it! - Wait for me.

André...

Look at me! My God! They killed him!

Help us!

Those children are the devil’s. No surprise, with their background.

That’s enough.

Without the bike they can’t be far.

Far or not, I’ll teach them a lesson, their “Americans”

will remember it for a long time. I’ll punish them for their mischief!

- But Victor, it wasn’t intentional. - You can’t be sure.

We’ll start an investigation.

- Have you found your son yet, Paul? - Not yet, he’ll get punished.

I tell you both, it would be better if it wasn’t intentional.

This is more serious than stealing the widow’s melons.

Berault. You parents are responsible for their actions.

Responsible? Those two brats are my nephews, not my sons.

It was already bad enough to catch them here. I have been feeding them for three years.

To allow their mother to work as a prostitute

with the Germans in Lyon. Fantastic. I won’t give them any more money, I swear.

She still sends money?

The others are a bad influence on Gaby.

Are your descendants somehow valued more than ours?

That’s not what I meant.

If they did it on purpose, I’ll send Gaby straight to boarding school.

My son doesn’t have enough imagination to come up with something like that.

Do you have the identity cards of those boys?

Madeleine, give them to them.

Maybe they want to go back to their mother...

If we don’t find them by tomorrow, I’ll send a communiqué to Lyon for help.

Why don’t you do it now? If you catch them,

I won’t pay for their stay at the boarding school.

Re-educate them now.

You can have my written confirmation here immediately.

Victor!

What Victor? Shall we crown them instead maybe?

Antoine Adrian Morant, son of Elaine Adelaide.

Toulise and Jean Morant, just write it down.

And then Julien Claude Toulise

- not the same family name? - Antoine comes from Elaine's first marriage.

A nice marriage! The father left for Île de Ré when

the baby was barely six months old. They are divorced.

I’d rather not know where the second boy comes from. There was no

“father” for him. Father unknown, as stated on the paper.

That’s why he takes her family name.

He got the name of that prostitute so the whole region could laugh about it.

He is the son of a worthless prostitute. That is my opinion.

Listen, we have a dead mayor

for our investigation, it’s complicated enough already.

Yes? And? I didn’t force him to stand in the street with that flag.

Now you’re talking nonsense.

No, this isn’t nonsense. Nobody forced him.

No, you’ve had too much to drink.

And?

Get on. The police are at home, we have to disappear.

They think we did it on purpose.

But it’s not our fault. We didn’t kill the mayor.

- Tell them that if you dare. - Where are we going now?

- We’re going to Lyon, where mom is. - That’s far.

- And then? You don’t have to pedal. - Shut up!

Antoine, stop for a moment. My feet hurt.

We won’t get there if we keep

stopping. We haven’t even done 10 km yet.

Put your brother on the back with you, you’ll see.

I’m stopping now. Julien, get off.

- Where are we? - In a nice place to pee.

Your father is wrong. Sometimes you have good ideas.

Would your mother agree to me coming along?

Don’t worry about that. We have to watch out for the police.

Even if we’re not allowed to, I don’t care. I know where my father is now.

- Is that true? - And where is he?

On Île de Ré. But it's my father who is there, not yours, Julien.

- Who are they? - Maybe the police.

Get out of here.

Look at them. They feel defeated.

No wonder, the British and Americans are taking their territory.

There are many of them.

The Americans are at least a million. Plus the British and De Gaulle.

Together they are destroying Hitler.

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

- There are bikes there. - Yes.

They’ve seen police bicycles.

We’re lucky.

Bastards.

Damn soldier pigs.

Stop! A cow. It wants to eat me.

We fell asleep.

Are you crazy shouting like that? You scared me.

You talk easy, the cow licked my head.

Just to lick your head like a calf.

Julien, now that you know, could you ask for milk? I want breakfast.

No, I’m not stupid. The cow will kick me.

I know how to do it. It’s easy. But we don’t have containers.

We have to find something.

Stop, it’s already flowing. We have to hurry, it’s dripping underneath.

Quick, it’s dripping underneath.

- Who drinks first? - You, because of your cap.

- I bet there are lice in it. - Idiot, you’d see them floating.

Fresh cow’s milk, fantastic.

It’s even warm, only sugar is missing.

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

Look there. A farm.

What is it?

Maybe we can get something. We go around the back. Julien, you stay here.

Why is it always me?

Because you have to pick blackberries for dessert.

I don’t care. If I find some, I’ll eat them all.

- A direct hit. - Maybe there are eggs too.

There are two. Look what I found.

What are you doing here?

Are you stealing my eggs? Bastards! You’ve got guts.

We wanted to buy them, sir. I swear it.

Two dozen and a hen, you scoundrels. Pay or your father will.

Come on, move it.

Not my father, sir. I don’t want boarding school.

I’m not interested in your boarding school. Move along.

Julien!

Where is the idiot? Answer!