Frantz Page #3

I can't.

This is Frantz's last picture.

The next day he was leaving for the front.

Frantz hated war.

He always said the French were his brothers.

Stop that.

Read it aloud.

"Dear Parents,

I would love to escape,

be close to you,

away from this chaos.

This morning, we were in front of a dead soldier

and as if he had opened our eyes,

We discovered a sea of corpses.

French,

German,

Who could tell?

In school, French children learn German

and Germans learn French.

And when they grow up, they kill each other. "

I have to go. Thanks for everything.

Before you leave,

a favor, please.

Anna.

Play something for us.

Do not be afraid to make us happy.

Are you going to be OK?

Yes.

You may have caught a cold at the lake.

Frantz was a pacifist.

You didn't know?

I'm sorry it's upsetting you.

It does not upset me. I was like him.

- Are you feeling better? - Yes.

Will we see you tomorrow?

What for, Anna? It does not make any sense.

It does. You're helping them.

And me too.

Well... How do you feel about going to the ball tomorrow?

- The ball? - Yes.

I saw a poster. I...

I thought... - Okay.

You are beautiful, Anna.

It fits perfectly.

- Really? - Yes.

Frantz would have liked.

You are absolutely ravishing.

But, don't tell anyone,

this model is French,

it comes directly from Paris.

Thank you.

This Frenchman!

What is he doing here?

I don't think it's a good idea, Anna.

Do not worry.

I'm here.

Come.

Oh no, no. I...

You do not know waltz?

No. Rather, yes. But no.

Come.

No,

Anna...

Enjoying this?

Thank you.

Would you like to dance with us?

Yes.

So, don't feel like dancing...

but someone changed your mind.

He's a friend of Frantz.

Yes. A Frenchman.

So?

A Frenchman today,

in a German party.

Don.t you read the papers?

The war is over.

You should be ashamed.

I wanted to offer you this dance.

I can see I should not bother.

Here.

Take my jacket. - Thank you.

I've never drunk so much.

I've never danced so much.

Frantz loved to dance.

But he was not as successful as you.

Had he come back, I'm sure he would have been.

No.

Why do you say that?

I would have married him and would have watched him.

I understand why you were friends.

Your jacket.

Oh yeah.

Thank you.

Thanks to you.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Sh*t.

Can I help you?

Feeling better?

Are you okay?

Don't touch me, you make me sick.

"Dear Anna,

"I must...

"write

"this letter.

"I must

"tell you..."

Good morning friends.

I thought our meetings no longer interested you, Dr. Hoffmeister.

More than ever.

But

to apologize for my absences,

this is my round.

Waiter. - Yes?

Eight beers.

Not for me.

- Seven then. - Six will be enough, doctor.

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