Au Revoir les Enfants Page #3

Do you hate music?

Not at all. But my mother

forces me to take piano.

She's right. If you stop now,

you'll always regret it.

Time's up.

See you Tuesday.

Good-bye, miss.

- Whats your name?

- Jean Bonnet.

Lets hear you play.

Try this.

Ass-kisser.

Bonnet, get back to your seat.

"My darling, as you know,

its very hard

for me to write to you.

Mr. D. Was going to Lyon,

and he agreed to mail this.

Your aunt and I seldom go out -"

Julien Quentin.

Confession.

Your mother's up to something.

Oh, yes - I fought

with my sister on vacation.

Nothing else?

I don't think so.

No evil thoughts?

You know what I mean.

Everyone has them.

- Even you?

- Even me.

- Whats wrong?

- Frostbite.

Show me.

Its a vitamin deficiency.

Tell Mrs. Perrin

to give you cod-liver oil.

Its the cold.

Its freezing in school.

I know.

But think of those

less fortunate than you.

You told your mother

you wanted to take holy orders.

She told you?

I don't think you have

any calling for the priesthood.

Its a sorry job anyway.

Say three Hail Marys.

You may stand up.

Who told you that?

You mustn't believe rumors.

What can I do?

We're in the Lords hands.

Do you get along well

with your new classmate?

Bonnet?

Be very nice to him.

The others look up to you.

I'm counting on you.

Why? Is he sick?

Not at all.

Run along now.

- Petain's a loony.

- He is not.

If we didn't have Petain,

we'd be in deep sh*t.

- Says who?

- My father.

My father says Laval

sold out to the Germans.

Jews and Communists

are worse than Germans.

- Your Dad says that?

- No, I do.

I'm not surprised.

Don't dawdle.

Stay together.

- Good, isn't it?

- What?

The Three Musketeers.

How far are you?

- Milady's trial.

- She's a real b*tch.

- What are you gonna do later?

- I don't know. Math.

Math's a bunch of sh*t,

unless you want to be an accountant.

My father was an accountant.

PUBLIC BATHS:

Hurry up, children.

Quentin, come along.

Come on, Babinot.

NO JEWS ALLOWED:

Remember,

we don't have much time.

You haven't bathed in two weeks.

Bonnet, is it true

you're not gonna be confirmed?

I'm a Protestant.

A heretic - disgusting!

Bonnet isn't a Protestant name.

It sure is.

- Second shower.

- Not a tub?

A shower. Now go!

Babinot, what are you doing?

Thats enough now.

Bonnet, take the tub at the end.

- Can I have a tub too?

- In there.

- What about me?

- In there.

- Its tiny. My feetll stick out.

- Itll have to do.

You should try the violin.

Quentin, what are you doing?

I'm waiting for your tub.

Smart-aleck.

I told you to hurry up.

I can't help it.

My soap won't lather.

Hurry up. Its freezing.

- That guy's got some nerve!

- Shut up.

Its cold. We'll run back.

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