Au Revoir les Enfants

Julien, don't start this again.

Be reasonable.

Its naughty to cry.

You promised.

I'm not crying.

Really.

I'll see you in three weeks,

and you'll be home for mardi gras.

Time will fly.

Why do you say that?

You know it won't.

Dad and I will write often.

I don't give a damn about Dad,

and I hate you.

Hi, Julien.

Hello, children.

You want to be with your friends.

Yeah, right.

I can't stand that idiot.

Still smooching?

A bright boy like you

mustn't miss the train.

- Franois, I forbid you to smoke.

- Its only corn silk.

- So?

- It doesn't count.

Bye, Mom.

Be good.

All aboard!

Go on now.

You think I like this?

I miss you every moment.

I'd like to dress up

as a boy and join you.

I'd see you at school every day.

Itd be our secret.

You know I can't keep you

in Paris with me.

Written and Directed by

LOUIS MALLE:

- Did you have a good vacation, Julien?

- Yes, Father.

- Your parents are well?

- Yes, Father.

- Whatd you get for Christmas?

- Books.

Just books?

Thats lousy.

ST. JOHN OF THE CROSS

CARMELITE CONVEN

Have you ever read Verne?

Just 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.

Laviron, did you put

your things away?

Ach! Black market, Mr. Quentin.

I arrest you.

Your jam ist konfizkated!

Let me go!

Quentin, stop it.

Next time I'll smash your face in.

I swiped it from my brother.

She's a real dish.

She's got no tits.

Look out! Monkeys!

Good evening, Father.

- Is this bed free?

- Yes. D'Eparville has whooping cough.

Take this one.

Children, this is Jean Bonnet,

your new schoolmate.

Mr. Moreau, find him a locker.

- Good night, children.

- Good night, Father.

- Hey, Bonnet!

- Where's your Easter bonnet?

Thats enough!

Leave him alone!

I'll show you your locker.

Take this one.

Go get your things.

Whats your name?

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.

Shut up and get to bed.

Its just a blackout.

My name's Julien Quentin.

Mess with me and you'll be sorry.

Babinot, vacation's over.

Good night, everyone.

Cut it out!

Hey, thats my place.

- Whats today?

- French lit and religion.

- No hot water?

- No. We're not sissies here.

"Verily I say unto you,

unless you eat the flesh

of the Son of Man and drink his blood,

you have no life in you. "

Father, give me a hand.

"Whoever eats my flesh

and drinks my blood has eternal life.

For my flesh is food indeed,

and my blood is drink indeed. "

We starve and freeze,

yet we fast for communion.

What a place.

- You're taking communion?

- I'm no ass-kisser like you.

"Star of the sea,

here lies the heavy sheet

The deep swell,

the ocean of wheat

The turbulent spume

and our full granaries

Here, your eyes

on this immense cope

Here your voice

on this weighty plain

Our absent friends,

depopulated hearts

Here, the stretch

of our shattered fists

Our weariness and our full force -"

Quentin, you're ready

for the Comdie-Franaise.

Can you tell us

who Charles Peguy was?

He was killed

in the First World War.

You're starting at the end

of the story.

His mother mended chairs.

Stop laughing like idiots.

Peguy's mother was a good woman.

What about you, Bonnot?

You know anything about Peguy?

No, sir.

And my name's Bonnet.

As in Easter bonnet!

Very funny, Babinot.

To get back in the swing

after vacation,

write an essay

on the first two verses.

You have half an hour.

I'd like to confess.

- Are you nuts?

- It doesn't even hurt.

Quentin, take it easy!

Careful, children.

Take that, Negus.

This'll warm him up.

I'm Bayard, the fearless knight.

Love live France!

Playing rough, Quentin?

Bastard!

En garde, Laviron!

Coward, traitor, villain!

I'm Negus, the Black Knight,

protector of widows and orphans.

Get back, Moor!

I'm Richard the Lionhearted.

I'll drive you from Jerusalem,

infidel Saracen.

Son of a b*tch.

Allah is God

and Mohammed is his prophet.

Tremble, my friend.

Lion heart, flea brain,

pig face, cow turd.

Go, Negus.

Is that his real name?

What do you think?

He looks nasty.

You know him?

Thats Lafarge, my best friend.

Death to the Saracens!

Well done!

Playtime's over.

Back to class.

Babinot, hurry up.

It doesn't even hurt.

Hold still while I put on a bandage.

You boys will kill yourselves

on those stilts.

Someone'll break a leg one day.

Hey, we said 45.

The richer they are,

the more they steal.

Joseph, what are you up to?

Back to your potatoes.

There, all better.

You drink too much, Mrs. Perrin.

Quiet, brat! Nothing wrong

with a drop of the good stuff.

- Got any stamps?

- I'm not trading with you guys anymore.

I've got some jam.

After lunch.

The doctor's wife loves your jam.

It puts her in the mood.

Know what I mean?

Pass the basket.

Now there's straw in the bread!

I'm gonna write to my dad.

- What can he do?

- Complain.

I remind those

who've received food from home

to share with their fellow students.

You want some salami?

I'm warning you - its horsemeat.

I have to eat. I'm anemic.

What about us?

Didn't you hear Father Jean?

There's not enough for everyone.

Let your folks feed you.

There's one piece left.

- You take it.

- Thanks. You're a pal.

Today, St. Simeon Stylites.

"St. Simeon was 13

and tending his father's sheep

when he heard this verse

from the Bible:

"Woe unto you who laugh now,

for the day shall come

when you shall weep. '

He left home to become a hermit

and lived 30 years atop a column.

He stood upright, without shelter,

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