The Round Up

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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.

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