Flandres

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Sh*t!

F***!

Andre!

What?

Where are you?

Here.

How's it going?

Okay.

Had your letter?

Yeah, Monday.

You're leaving Monday?.

Yeah.

That's okay, then.

Pleased?. Not pleased?.

Pleased.

So where's the war you're off to?

You don't know?.

Right.

Bye.

- I'm off.

- See you.

Andre. What are you doing?

Having a walk.

Seen Denis?.

He stopped by.

Had your letter?.

Yeah, I leave Monday.

How about that walk, then?

Let's go.

Bye.

- See you later.

- Yeah.

See you later.

I'll come with France.

Hey, Barbe!

There's nothing to keep me here.

I can leave.

What about me?.

Exactly.

I need money to live with you.

Are you two a couple?.

No, just friends.

We've known each other since

we were kids.

Her farm's near mine.

You're neighbors?. Got a farm too?

I thought you were a couple.

No...

Which regiment are you with?

The third.

Me too. That makes two of us.

You're not scared of dying?

Or of killing innocents?.

There are innocents in every war.

Children are always killed.

Okay?.

Yes.

You've been watching me.

Want a drink?

You've been watching me too.

- I have?.

- Yes.

You watch me, I watch you.

Got no time for a drink?.

Not really, no.

I've got my car outside.

Want a ride home?

Yeah, okay, you're on.

Guys usually do the picking up.

Come on, we'll drive you back.

Okay?. My name's Blondel.

You recognize me?.

I was at the bar.

Yeah, I recognize you.

Barbe said you're leaving

Yeah.

What regiment are you with?

The third.

We'll be together then?

Maybe.

- All the best.

- Yeah.

You know everyone's calling you a slut?

Don't you have any morals?

- Hey, Demester!

- Yeah.

Who lit the fire?.

A farmer.

It warms you up.

You're not worried, leaving the farm?

No.

But... Will he look after your animals?

I'm not worried.

I'll get some more branches.

- Set the trunks straight.

- What?

The trunks.

Got another beer?

A beer?.

Catch!

- I'm Mordacq.

- Hi.

I'm France.

Sit down.

This is great.

Are you okay?

Is something wrong?

I don't want you to leave.

We'll come back.

Remembered your gun?.

Are you ready, Demester?

Yeah.

Look at him with his pack.

Come on,

they're waiting for us.

Let's go, chief!

Yes, chief!

Debecker?

Present!

- Dune?.

- Yeah!

- Blondel?.

- Yeah.

- Mordacq?.

- Yeah.

- Denis.

- Yeah.

Demester?

Demester?

- Dune?.

- Yeah!

- Demester?.

- Yeah!

Mordacq?

Dune?.

- Blondel?.

- Yeah.

Steed?

Dung?.

Come on.

Come on.

Denis...

Okay, Barbe?

- Fine. And you?.

- Fine.

What's up?.

I'm going to my father-in-law's.

And you?

I'm heading home.

Can we walk together?

If you want.

Heard from your boyfriend?.

Which boyfriend?.

That last one you had, just recently.

He's gone away with the others.

He's gone away...

Aren't you going?

No, I'm too old and I don't want to.

I don't want to go.

So you're all on your own now?

Why?.

Perhaps we could go out together?

You've got a nerve!

I don't waste time.

- You want me, is that it?

- Yes. So?

You want me, is that it?

Why not?.

You're trying, right?

Yeah...

I can try my luck.

Anyhow, I can't, Denis.

Why?. Are you sick?

Yeah, that's right. I'm sick.

You can go out with me but that's all.

See, it's not very interesting.

Too bad.

I'll be going.

Right...

- I'll see you.

- See you.

Okay?.

Go on, Briche, slaughter him!

Hurry up, Briche. We're going.

We're going to wash, Briche.

Stop!

and I'll waste you!

Tough fight.

What was that?

Say it in French.

I didn't say anything.

I hope not.

He didn't say anything.

Steady...

Okay?.

F***, it's hot.

F***, they're firing at us!

F***ing bastards!

We move out in an hour.

Yes, sir!

When was the town bombed?

Yesterday.

We need to check it out.

You should be okay to the west of it.

Let me get you a beer.

I've got nothing.

No! I've got nothing.

Get lost!

Go on, get lost!

Dismount! Get to cover!

They're shooting at us!

F***ing get to cover!

Cease fire, for f***'s sake!

Got him.

Gimenez, Briche...

Demester, Leclercq...

Get down!

Sh*t, the c*nt hasn't finished!

Get down!

F***, they're kids!

Drop it, I said!

Shut up!

- F***ing hell! F***!

- F***!

F***ing hell! F***!

F***!

Let's pull out, guys.

Shut it!

Shut it!

Shut it!

Shut it!

Shut it!

Shut it!

Shut your mouth!

Shut the f*** up!

Mordacq, let go of him!

Shut it!

Shut it!

Let go!

He's dying anyway.

Okay?.

Yeah.

You're looking odd.

I'm tired.

So... have you written to Blondel?

Yeah, I wrote to him.

But I'm not keeping it.

Okay. And him?.

He won't know. I'll say I lost it.

It's not too late?.

No, I asked around.

I can do it Belgium.

You know,

I don't really want to have kids.

What shall we do?.

I'm going to have a smoke.

Coming?

Did you watch TV last night?.

No, I've stopped watching.

There's no change anyway.

It's nice here.

You know what I fancy?

What?.

Is she a soldier?.

Look at this, lads!

Go on...

Hold her other hand.

Go for it.

Hold her other hand.

Spread her legs.

Hold her other hand.

Hold her other hand.

Your turn.

- Go on, Demester.

- Hurry it up!

Spread her legs.

We'll rest here but stay on your guard.

Is it different if she was a soldier?

What did you say?.

How is it different?.

It's not. A hole's a hole.

What the hell do care?.

You didn't f*** her.

I'm just asking. Blondel said.

Shut your mouth, okay.

- Learning it by heart?.

- Yeah.

Had any news?.

Barbe's expecting a kid.

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