Freedom Page #5

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Children...

Sit down.

Get out your exercise books.

We'll do sums.

Miss Lundi!

My gbdji!

Thank you, Changalo, thank you.

We'll pay you for it.

Changalo!

What does gbdjo Lebel want?

We have to play for their hens

to make them lay.

If they pay,

we'll do what they want.

Come on, Taloche, we have work to do.

We're going to play.

What's wrong? are you sick?

Come on!

We're going to play for the hens.

Set foot on my land

and I'll smash your face in!

Hands off our animals!

Hands off our animals!

- Hands off!

- Get off our land!

The land's ours! It's ours!

Our horses!

He's going to curse the mule!

We don't want your ugly mugs

as neighbors!

My ugly mug

is better than your dirty ass,

you damn hick!

I'll smash your gypsy head in!

Get out of our village!

You're not throwing that!

Put it down!

Go home, before this gets worse!

We don't want

a gang of thieves around here!

Calm down!

Calm down!

I'll kill them!

Stop! I told you to stop!

Stop it!

Don't do that!

Sh*t!

Stop!

- You'll regret it!

- You crook!

My grandfather's field

is the Lavilles' now!

- They're not French!

- Half this land has always been ours.

The solicitor says it's the Lavilles'.

Now get lost or I'll beat you up!

Get lost!

Lise, why are you out this late?

I went to get water from the well.

The door confused me.

I thought the handle was outside.

I'll get the other key.

I'll fetch it for you.

I have to mend this door.

Put it there.

I'll take it tomorrow.

Sit down.

You work at the town hall?

I'm the schoolteacher.

and the town hall secretary.

You live upstairs?

Yes.

Go up, we'll follow you.

Sit down!

Sit!

Calm down!

Sit down.

Here.

My bag, my purse...

You claim you love order,

yet you come and terrify the children!

Shut your mouth!

This is a school.

I'm the mayor

and I answer for Miss Lundi!

Of course.

Who issued this identity card?

We know who you are.

Come with us.

Otto!

Talk!

Who's the head of your network?

Young Claude!

Young Claude!

- Puri Dai, you have the key?

- No.

Taloche!

any idea where the trunk key is?

May bitterness rot the key.

- Does anyone know where the key is?

- No.

Taloche...

What?

My legs hurt.

We'll take a walk.

Come on, Chouroro! Let's go.

- Come on, walk.

- I can't feel my feet.

Move your arms. Move your legs.

I have pins and needles.

Go on, walk.

Go on, Chouroro.

Look! Walk!

Come on!

Hide!

- What are you doing here?

- Taking a walk.

Chouroro, you followed us.

You're mad!

You hid him?

Listen, Chouroro.

We can't keep you here.

We like you,

but you're not one of us.

Leave him! He's mine.

Chouroro's my brother!

Walk. Come on.

Keep away from us, Chouroro!

If someone comes,

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