Au Revoir les Enfants Page #4

Lets go!

Pull your arms back.

Squat, one and two.

Again.

Looks like the mountain troops.

No, they're militia.

This is a search.

You have no right to enter here.

This is a private school.

Only children and men of the cloth.

What do those collaborators want?

- We have orders.

- From whom?

Our superiors.

- I'll complain.

- To whom?

- You can go in now.

- Already? Great!

Hey!

Your jam was a big hit.

Got any more?

What did the militia want?

They're snooping around.

Heard there were draft dodgers here.

Draft dodgers?

Guys hiding out

to avoid forced labor in Germany.

Like Moreau, the monitor.

- Really?

Moreau's not his real name.

But I don't care.

With my leg, I'll be exempt.

- Joseph!

- Coming.

She's worse than going to Germany.

Rollin. Average. Nine and a half.

Bonnet? Not here.

Good riddance.

Quentin.

Intelligent, but a bit pretentious.

This, for example:

"Peguy sees the cathedral

as a grand and generous beacon. "

Take your seat.

Where were you?

Ciron, 12 points.

Where do you get barges

in the middle of wheat fields?

On the Foussarde Canal, sir.

I was there on vacation.

Bonnet.

Sensitive and well-written.

Quentin, you've got competition.

Who hasn't had

his vitamin cracker?

D'Arsonval, stop lagging.

I can't pay you right away.

You promised.

Ask the little sh*t. I'm sure

the miser's hoarding some sugar.

Want some marbles?

Julien Quentin?

Wait!

Julien Quentin.

The apartment seems empty

without you.

Paris is no fun these days.

They bomb us nearly every night.

A bomb killed

eight people yesterday.

Charming!

The girls are back in school.

Sophie works at the Red Cross

Thursdays and Sundays.

So many unfortunate people.

Dads at the plant in Lille.

His factory's hardly producing.

He's in a foul mood.

Its really time this war ended.

I'll come get you Sunday at 8.00,

as we agreed.

We'll have lunch at Le Grand Cerf.

Can't wait to give you a big hug.

Your loving mother.

P. S. Eat your jam.

I'll bring you more.

Take good care of your health.

Beat it, buddy.

"First prize in arithmetic - Jean...

Jean Kippel...

Kippelstein. "

I'm hungry.

Whats a perpendicular bisector?

- A perpendicular in mid-segment.

- Whats it good for?

Thats a theta, not a tau.

We'll continue next time.

Greek is useful, you know.

All scientific words

have Greek roots.

Who do you like best?

Athos or dArtagnan?

Aramis.

He's a hypocrite.

Yeah, but he's the smartest one.

Why don't you take Greek?

- I took Latin.

- Where?

At school in Marseilles.

You're from Marseilles?

You don't have an accent.

I wasn't born there.

Where were you born?

You wouldn't know it

if I told you.

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