The Round Up

Synopsis: Two villains round-up a group of naked women, but soon get their comeuppance.
Genre: Short
Director(s): Pete Walker
Year:
1965
9 min
26 Views


All events in this film,

even the most extreme,

truly occurred in Summer 1942.

No Jews - By Order

Hi, Raymond.

Weismann.

What are you doing there?

Can I go to school with you?

The star, is that right?

What's the problem?

We're Jewish, aren't we?

And proud of it, too!

Come on.

How about that!

They seemed like such good kids.

At least now

we won't get them mixed up.

Field Marshal,

here we are!

Facing you, the savior of France

We swear, we're your men

We're here to serve and follow you

You could've waited for me.

Mum insisted on walking

my brother and me to school.

You've given us new hope

The nation will be reborn

Field Marshal, here we are!

Right, the first one of you

to mention that blasted star

gets his arse kicked.

Clear?

Yes, sir!

File in, two by two.

In silence, please!

C'mon, lads.

When surgery can do nothing,

as with the faces

of these Great War vets,

a facial prosthesis can be fitted.

This technique...

Stand up, ladies!

Please sit down.

Now then, ladies...

You may have been told that Jews

have pointy ears, hooked noses

and goodness knows what else...

Curtains, please.

As you can see, your fellow students

look just like you.

That's why

you will help Esther and Sarah

to escape through the courtyard

if the Germans arrive.

I'm relying on you.

Thank you, ladies.

Vichy, unoccupied France

How many did you say?

Foreigners, most of them.

Even so, that's rather a lot.

How many Israelites

do we have in our own camps?

is that they're foreign Jews.

If the Germans

take back the scum

that's fled here since '33,

I've no objection.

Neither do I, obviously.

But...

Offer them to the Germans, though.

I have.

Just in Paris,

over half the Israelites

are French nationals.

Not to mention their children,

all born in France.

The Germans

won't take the children.

Won't they?

Not for now.

What are we supposed

to do with them?

- Hello, Violette.

- Hello, children.

- You coming, Simon?

- Yes.

- Hi, Tati!

- The terrible twosome's back!

Hands off my radio, you!

Don't worry.

Evening, Ida.

- Good evening, children.

- Evening, Captain.

Hi there.

How's my little tiger?

Hi, Mum.

You're all sweaty.

Look...

Top of the class again.

What have you forgotten, Simon?

Can I go with him, Mum?

Please, can I?

Don't be late.

School's not finished.

- Okay. Thanks.

- You have homework to do.

- Hi, Dad.

- Don't forget my tobacco!

Don't worry.

That was Andr Claveau

and his Orchestra.

Now the racing results.

At Auteuil, the Princes' Handicap

was won by Isaac.

The horse's name,

not the jockey's, of course.

Now they wear yellow stars,

it's a shock

to see Paris crawling with Jews.

Hard-working Jews!

In Montmartre,

I counted 268 yellow stars.

A victim of its own generosity,

France has been swamped.

Sura!

Which means?

Explode with an onion up your arse!

That's the third time this week.

Put a sock in it!

We have a job for you.

What kind? Hope it's nothing like

the last one...

When a viscount

meets another viscount

What do they say?

"Viscount, how are you today?"

When a marquis

meets another marquis

What do they say?

"Marquis, how are you today?"

Come on, Nono, let's go!

It's just some little Jewish scamps.

Wait for me, lads!

Don't be so mean!

- Tomorrow, we'll try a posh area.

- What's "posh"?

Rich, you mug.

The rich leave a long stub.

We'll visit the Eiffel Tower,

at last.

What's that?

Remember that exhibition?

"The Jews in France"?

What a load of sh*t!

It's not even scientific.

- Looking at your profile...

- What about my profile?

It makes you wonder.

Very funny.

What was that stink at the bistro?

Their sauerkraut.

It's chock-full of pork.

Germans don't eat kosher?

It's dark in here!

We'll die of suffocation!

I'm late for my customers.

Who are they for?

The Traubes.

Some people have such lovely things.

Look at Rene's blouse!

Hands off, you!

Titanic's on at the Gaumont.

You know Hitler blames

the Titanic sinking on us?

Really?

Iceberg.

Another damn Jew!

- How can you joke about it?

- Rachel, my girl...

Read me Gone With The Wind

instead of grumbling.

Rachel!

You'll only cry again.

It's good to cry

if it's not for real.

I've got a head this big

and I hate Jews.

Jews won't be laughing for long.

With this prophecy,

I will have the last word.

They will disappear

from the face of the earth,

annihilated and obliterated!

We must hurry, Himmler.

Before the international community

starts an outcry.

Have you read Sun Tzu?

The Art of War.

Remind me to give it to you.

Everything is taking place

as I described in Mein Kampf.

Page 771, mein Fhrer.

They must learn

to take me at my word.

Mr. Jacques first, by the church.

We've done him.

And those loaves...

Go on, scram!

This isn't a circus!

It's a respectable business!

Why doesn't the baker want Jews

in her shop?

Because she only likes barb-aryans!

- What's going on?

- Get lost!

Thank you!

Pancakes, yummy!

Simon!

Hello, Father.

Hello, boys.

The Nazis and collaborators

forget something.

Why did you call him "father",

the man in black?

What's that?

Their Christ was a Jew!

- You're joking?

- He was some kind of rabbi.

And they don't know?

Why'd you call that man "father"?

If he came back today,

their Christ,

he'd be wearing a star.

Blow me down!

The man in black isn't your father.

And that's all!

It's too premature.

You promised

to hand over your Jews.

I promised nothing.

- I said...

- What's wrong, Bousquet?

- I said I'd talk to my superiors.

- That's a joke.

Don't let your resolve weaken

so close to our goal.

Must we bring troops from the front

to do the job ourselves?

You couldn't!

- You imagine refusing?

- I didn't say that.

- 100,000 Jews is too many.

- 20,000 isn't enough.

The Fhrer would not understand

if you refused to cooperate.

He'd interpret it as provocation.

An insult.

Look,

you empty it out like this.

Careful you don't make a mess.

Sura, did you see my rolling papers?

No, that's not the tobacco.

It's the solvents, the paint.

My papers, darling?

In the dresser.

In the drawer.

On the right.

The second one.

You don't even know

who smoked them.

What if he had tuberculosis?

No danger of that.

I pinched them off some Germans.

- Great big fellas, they were.

- Bastards are fighting fit!

I hope they all rot from cholera.

Can I practice now?

Can I? My audition's on Monday.

Can I start?

I don't think Shabbat's ended.

One...

two, three...

Three stars, Sura.

Shabbat's ended.

Don't you believe me?

No.

Jo...

Come over here.

It's true, Mum, honest.

Go on, put your ballet shoes on.

Five police training schools.

I know what's coming.

Our government must reassert itself.

We need new training schools.

No more paramilitary police.

- No more Police for Jewish Affairs.

- Darquier'll be pleased.

His militiamen are exemplary.

They're thugs.

- Rabble.

- Who do the dirty work.

They don't have the file of Jews.

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