The Grand Illusion Page #2
- Year:
- 2016
- 35 min
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with good wine.
- Maxim's... never been there.
- You're not missing much.
We know you eat
at your brother-in-law's.
- Hey!
- What is it?
Is he there... the monocle?
I've just come from the canteen.
About his armchair...
Nothing doing.
I'll tell him.
Nice chap, the one with the parcels.
Well-off, too.
- You bet!
- You know the Rosenthal bankers?
That's his family.
Am I tickling?
What's he do?
He's a dress designer.
Funny idea. If I'd all that money...
What did you do in civvy street?
Engineer, Ordnance Survey.
Between ourselves... Can your pal,
the Captain, be trusted?
He may seem odd,
but he's a decent chap.
You can trust him all right.
- Fine, then.
- Why?
You see... we're digging a tunnel.
What for?
To escape.
What do you dig with?
With a coal shovel, old cans...
We should come up in a garden...
behind those buildings...
It's open country.
Slow work.
We've been at it for two months.
We only need a few more weeks.
The war'll be over first!
That's an illusion.
Think so?
Best to be prepared.
Where's the tunnel?
You'll see tonight, after roll-call.
So you're digging a hole...
like Monte Cristo, what a laugh!
Thanks for your help.
Well, you can't do it with your arm.
I'd like to ask you something.
What's the Ordnance Survey?
- Marchal!
- Present!
- Boeldieu!
- Captain de Boeldieu, please.
Present! I want my present!
- Whose turn is it?
- Cartier.
Mine!
What's that?
It's to help breathe,
needs lengthening.
And those bags?
They're to collect the earth.
And this?
This is the alarm.
If I'm suffocating...
I pull the string...
The tin falls...
the others pull me out by the legs.
What are you waiting for?
Now for my mole act!
A mole in a hole!
Is the tunnel safe?
It's shored up with wooden props.
And the earth?
We've been stuffing it
under the floor,
but there's no more room.
So we fill bags
and empty them outside.
Hear that?
I'm sure I heard something.
Nothing.
And again...
We'll send someone out
to reconnoitre.
You slip out and take a look around.
I'll pretend to go to the lavatory.
What happened, Mr Arthur?
He tried to escape.
He was caught in the gardens
behind those buildings...
and shot.
Out there?
- Is he dead?
- I think so.
- Anyway, what are you doing out?
- Me?
Going to the lavatory.
- What was it?
He got as far as the gardens
behind the buildings.
A sentry shot at him.
He's dead.
Look, the alarm...
- No answer.
- Let's pull him out.
Are you hurt?
Drink some cognac.
From Fouquet's.
Cheers... don't take it away!
Whose turn is it tomorrow?
Yours, Sir... if you don't mind.
With pleasure, I need some exercise.
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