Frantz Page #4

Five.

Four.

Good.

A beer for me, please.

We were talking about you.

So it's good that you came.

You should have brought your new friend.

Of course.

It is a good idea.

Gentlemen,

this young man has come from France

to leave flowers on my son's grave.

So respect him.

Do you also want us to sing the Marseillaise?

I no longer sing since my son's death.

And who killed your son?

And my son?

And my two sons?

And my son,

Your son,

Yours,

and your two sons,

Who sent them to the front?

Who gave them ammunition and bayonets?

We did.

their fathers.

Both in this and in the other side.

We

We are responsible.

And when thousands killed their children,

we celebrated our victory

drinking beer.

And when our children were killed,

they celebrated their victory

drinking wine.

We are fathers who drink to the death of their children.

Good Morning.

Good morning, Adrien.

How are you today?

Much better, Mr. Hoffmeister.

Good. Good.

Will you be coming for dinner?

Yes Yes.

Magda prepared her specialty. You will not be disappointed.

Thank you very much.

Until tonight.

Dear fatherland

no fear be thine

Dear fatherland, no fear be thine

Firm and true stands the Watch

The Watch at the Rhine!

Firm and true stands the Watch, the watch at the Rhine!

My key, please.

I introduce myself. Kreutz.

Adrien Rivolre.

You were a friend of Frantz's?

Yes.

And you came to dance with his fiance?

I do not know what you're talking about.

They're pretty, our young German girls, and they're good dancers, uh?

Kreutz.

Stop that.

Imbecile.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Is Mr. Rivoire here?

No, miss.

Has he left?

No, his train leaves tomorrow.

And tonight?

He left without saying anything.

Adrien.

I was waiting for you.

How did you know I would come?

I was hoping.

Why didn't you come to dinner? Why didn't you tell us?

Yes, you're right.

You're hurting their feelings.

This has to stop! Frantz...

I...

This masquerade!

What masquerade?

Franco-German friendship...

I have to confess the truth.

Confess what?

"The noise is terrifying.

"You can not imagine.

"The battle will be awful.

"They won't all die and with a bit of luck I might make it.

"I keep in my pocket, over my heart,

"The pressed rose you sent me ..."

How do you know this letter?

It was on September 15.

On September 15, 1918.

My regiment camped beside Dormans, in Marne.

That day, we awoke just like any day.

We were crossing the countryside,

scouting. Quiet.

Suddenly, in a field, assault was started.

Some of us were immediately hit.

So I ran.

I ran to a trench to seek refuge.

Take refuge!

- Help!

Suddenly, I found myself facing a man.

Him, a German soldier.

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