Jacquot de Nantes Page #4

Tell me, my fairy godmother,

what shall I do?

Disguise yourself...

You have bizarre ideas.

Come on, hurry.

- Put this skin on.

- Awful!

Just do as I tell you.

From now on, we'll call you:

Donkey Skin.

Mama, there's no more school!

Due to the war.

Watch out.

Is the garage open?

Not really...

Maybe the mechanic can help.

Can I have some water?

Been on the road long?

We've driven from Bruges.

Come in for a moment.

We ran for it.

People said they were raping women

and cutting off children's hands.

We left in a panic.

Too late, Madame Demy.

We're closing.

For good?

The Germans will soon be here.

They ransack. They kill.

We're leaving.

All of you?

We're going back to the farm.

Are you off too?

I don't know.

Do you want to leave?

I don't know.

The Germans are coming.

Are we going or not?

Where to?

I can't leave Grandma.

Can you help us?

Lend us some civilian clothes.

Sorry, we're leaving...

Over here, boys!

Get some overalls.

We don't even know

if we're still at war.

Catch.

Here.

Thanks, boy.

- Isn't Reine here?

- No.

She's staying with my sister.

No news of your husband?

I'm still waiting.

I worry, but I go to work.

I'll translate for you...

German's a weird language.

Hush! Look at the poster...

You're taking them to the river?

Yes, I've got to pick up

some mattresses.

They'll keep the girl company.

Don't let them swim on their own!

Don't you worry.

Off we go!

You get in here.

Ren, you climb in the back.

She's a refugee,

from friends of friends.

She was a wonder

from Sainte-Genevive-des-Bois

and very pretty indeed.

No, not like that.

Like this.

What's your name?

Genevive from

Sainte-Genevive-des-Bois.

You have to move your arms more.

Shall we show her the stairs?

Then, there's a little staircase.

Coming?

You keep watch.

My turn.

The witch's door is open.

Maybe it was burglars.

Let's look inside.

Can I see?

Do you think she's dead?

It's him again.

The metallurgist.

It's him.

It's wonderful.

Hush, don't say a word.

Don't worry.

It'll be fun.

We won't be able

to play cars.

Then play cars now.

Off we go!

We're going for a drive.

Along the banks of the Loire.

Careful. I can't swim.

Put that down.

You mustn't touch everything.

They've got to have fun.

It's all new to them.

What's this for?

Pouring water on the grindstone

to sharpen the tools.

If you're thirsty, drink.

I've brought their things.

Old George told me

to take kids from Nantes.

He told me the clog-maker

is a good man.

Looks like he was right.

They seem pale.

The fresh air will do them good.

We don't see the war here.

Except there's no tobacco.

- I'll give you money.

- Later.

We'd better go.

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