The Round Up
- Year:
- 1965
- 9 min
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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
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
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,
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.
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
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.
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.
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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