FORBIDDEN GAMES
JUNE 1940
- Well? - I'm trying!
Clear the way!
Let me get out!
The swine!
- It's wrecked! - I told you not to stop the engine.
- What'll we do? - We gotta get past the bridge.
My little Jock. Give me a hug.
- We can't go on with three bags. - We'll stop a car.
Paulette!
- Let me carry those. - No, let go!
Jock!
Paulette!
What are you doing there? You want to get killed?
Come on, get in.
As if we don't have enough burdens.
Get rid of that thing.
Can't you see it's dead?
It's dead?
Of course it's dead!
Break my cart and I'll burn your truck!
If you want a fight, the war's that way!
- Save the hot air for your other end! - Never mind my other end!
A horse.
What's this horse doing here?
There's a horse!
That's right. Why's that horse there?
Careful, Georges. It's a war-horse. Don't touch it.
- Did they get you? - No, it was the goddamn horse.
I told you not to touch it.
Easy, you're hurting me!
Titine took off!
Couldn't you have stopped her?
Were you scared? - No, cows aren't scary.
- Then why didn't you stop her? - I have my dog.
- What's wrong with your dog? - He's dead.
- Where are you from? - Over there.
You're not from around here.
No. Are you?
Yeah. Where's your mother?
She's dead.
- And your father? - He's dead.
Well, my father's not dead,
and he'll whip me good if I don't bring back the cow.
Come on. Help me bring her back.
- What about my dog? - Leave it. I'll find you another one.
- A good one? - Not bad.
- Where is it? - At home.
- Is that the dog you'll give me? - No, that's the neighbors'.
Can that dog swim?
I don't know. We're on the outs with 'em.
What's his name?
We call him Gouard. That's their last name.
- What's your last name? - Dolle.
- And your first name? - Michel. Yours?
Paulette.
- Are you from Paris? - Yes. And you?
No, not me.
Will your father let me keep a dog?
I don't know.
What the hell are you doing here again?
Damn dog!
I'll teach you to sniff at our door.
What did my dog do to you?
He's always yapping. We've got a wounded man here!
You care for the wounded now? So they'll die sooner?
Oh, but it's all right for you to let people die!
Me? Who pulled your grandmother out of the water?
She'd already drowned by the time you pulled her out.
I got a medal for saving her life - so there!
Who asked you?
Anyway, I'm sick of hearing about your medal.
What's this now?
Her father and mother were killed.
What am I supposed to do about it?
Maybe we could keep her.
Are you crazy? With your brother laid up?
All right. She'll go to the Gouards.
Shame on you. So they can claim another medal?
Come on.
Tell us all about it.
Easy! You're hurting me!
That goddamn horse!
Easy!
My money!
Pick my money up.
- Maybe he'd like a little drop. - Yes, I would.
Drink, my poor George.
Who's that there?
I was just about to tell you.
She came from the road.
I found her.
Who is she?
She's all dressed up.
I want material like this for my dress.
Her parents were killed on the road.
She's going to tell us about it.
I'll give it to her.
Really? You'll tell us about the war?
- You saw the bombs? - Where are you from?
- What's your name? - How old are you?
Aren't you going to say anything?
Are you thirsty?
It's dirty.
Of course it is. Look at that. There's a fly in it.
There you go.
Not thirsty?
She doesn't want it.
You'll scare her, crowding her like this. She's not some strange beast.
Better to just go about our business.
Michel, I'm tired.
""The military situation took a sudden turn for the worse on all fronts
over the course of the day yesterday.
Government officials held meetings around the clock."
You see?
""The cabinet in Bucharest -" Who cares?
""Our troops' resistance continues to be strong and effective.
The archbishop of Westminster has ordered -"
Do your homework.
""A veal roast weighing 5 1/2 pounds costs 1.42 francs."
""Alert in Malta."
""How much would a five-ounce portion of veal cost?""
- Look at that! - Don't wake her up.
- The Gouards' son. - What?
Are you crazy? Why would he be in the paper?
Why not? He was decorated.
Decorated? Him? That really hurts!
At least he's doing his part.
Enough about the Gouard boy. What do you need?
A blanket for the kid.
Take Raymond's.
Sorry, but I need mine.
- Take mine. - We share the same blanket.
Then it's mine to give.
You're not really gonna -
Poor kid.
At that age they don't understand.
Seventeen dead on the bridge just today.
They don't even have enough coffins.
Hear that? This is no time to die. You don't even get a box.
What do they do with 'em?
They dig a hole and in they go, like dogs.
Watch what you say.
She's asleep.
Did you see this? ""A German sidecar was captured."
Look.
Does it hurt?
Oh, I don't know.
She's so clean.
Smells like perfume.
No, she's just clean.
- She'll never get used to it here. - Why wouldn't she?
You want to keep her, don't you?
All right, everyone downstairs.
I'm scared of the dark.
Just call my name and I'll come.
Louder.
That's the way.
- What's she want? - I don't know.
- Shut her up, for God's sake. - Shut her up.
- What about my homework? - Do as you're told.
Fine. I won't do my homework.
I can't see anything.
Close your eyes and count to ten.
How many fingers?
I told you I can't see.
- Can't you count? - Three.
So you can see.
- Why'd you stick out your tongue? - To see if you could see.
A rocket! Come look.
I'm scared. We better get on the floor.
You're afraid of the dark and the light too!
Is it still bright?
Liar!
All right.
- It's over. I swear. - I don't want to stay here.
You have no choice. Where would you go?
I want to go back to Mama and Papa on the bridge.
They're not there anymore.
Why? Where are they?
In a hole.
In a hole?
""ln they go, like dogs?"
Are they in a hole to keep dry from the rain?
That must be why.
What about my dog? Won't he get wet?
Are you asleep?
Not scared anymore?
Then I can go.
Michel, goddamn it!
- What is it? - Don't you hear her?
- Who? - Stop her yelling.
Stop shouting.
Why are you yelling?
Are you scared?
Then don't yell.
I didn't.
There, I told her. She's sleeping.
Well, I'm not.
If you want, I'll stay up too.
Want me to read you the paper?
Shall I read about the war?
No, not the war. Read the serial.
""lt was still too soon to give the signal to leave.
Nonetheless, some who were traveling on horseback -"
No horses.
All right. I'll skip some.
""Thus, all the precautions
had been taken around
the ha.. ha... hacienda."
Paulette!
Aren't you up yet? - I'm dressing.
Hurry up!
Keep it down! There's a sick man here!
What's wrong with him?
A horse kicked him.
What's that?
That's the good Lord.
Haven't you ever seen a cross?
Yes, but I never knew what it was.
Come drink your milk.
Good morning.
She doesn't know the good Lord.
I'm thirsty.
Makes you wonder where she came from. Where are you from?
She's from Paris.
- Poor child. - She should be baptized.
We have to tell the mayor, or they'll say we stole her.
Not the mayor. The police.
Mayor, police - in any case, we have to report her.
I'll go to the police.
You take care of your cows.
- Want to come with me? - Wait, I'm not done.
Look what those Parisians dropped by the wayside.
Don't make me laugh!
Don't make me laugh. It hurts.
There, now you can't see it.
Don't make me laugh.
Good Lord, it hurts.
- What about the doctor? - Oh, that's right.
He was called to the hospital because of the bombings.
I don't need a doctor.
I need an undertaker. - Don't worry.
We can use the old hearse if we fix it up a bit.
I don't believe I know you. You're not from around here.
Cat got your tongue? Where do you live?
At Mr. Dolle's. Papa and Mama are dead.
Poor child.
Did you say a prayer for them?
Wouldn't you like to?
I don't know how.
I'll teach you. Put your hands like this.
Now repeat:
May the good Lord receive them into paradise.
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.
Do as I do.
Don't you want to? Michel will teach you.
He knows his catechism well.
Paulette!
- What are you doing? - None of your business.
I've been looking all over for you.
You're digging a hole?
Ah, for your dog.
Give me that. The ground's too hard.
I've got an idea. We'll make a nice little cemetery.
What's a cemetery?
It's where they put the dead all together.
Why together?
So they won't be sad.
Then my dog will be sad if he's all alone.
I'll find him another one.
Another dog? That won't be easy.
What's that?
- That's the Mayor. - Why?
That's his name. He's an owl.
- Is he mean? - No, he sleeps all the time.
I'll show you.
Don't kill him.
I couldn't anyway. They live to be a hundred.
A hundred.
May the good Lord receive him into paradise.
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.
Don't move.
I'll get you another one.
I have a mole.
A pretty one!
- We'll need more. - There are plenty around.
And cats.
And hedgehogs and lizards.
And horses and cows.
And rattlesnakes.
- And lions. - And tigers.
And people.
If you want.
And we'll plant crosses for all of them.
Why crosses?
Didn't your parents teach you anything?
I'll show you.
See, it's not hard.
That's a cross.
It's the good Lord.
That's right. It's the good Lord.
Wait.
- Your necklace is pretty. - It's broken.
That's better.
But there's a prettier one over your brother's bed.
You think it's pretty?
I'll make some better ones with a hammer and nails.
We'll put 'em all over the place.
Look at this.
Darn, I have to start over. You start over too.
Hail Mary, full of grace -
The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is Jesus, the fruit of thy -
Of thy womb.
Prayers.
The priest knows some good ones.
You know your prayers?
What did we used to say to Gran?
""Our Father who art in heaven." - To Gran?
No, it was ""Hail Mary."
I don't want anyone calling me Mary.
What are they doing up there?
The priest said we should be quiet.
Michel, what's a womb?
It's around where Georges is wounded. Go on.
And wounded is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Blessed.
- What comes next? - That's the end. Say ""amen."
Why do they all end the same?
That means they're done. Start over.
Start again.
Our Father who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name -
Thy kingdom come.
Here's your kingdom!
I'll teach you to pound like that. We're supposed to be quiet.
- I was teaching her her prayers. - Her prayers?
- I don't know them. - You call this a prayer?
Making a cross in a sick man's house! You want him to die?
I don't want to see you together.
Stay there. You'll go to bed without dinner.
What's wrong, Georges?
- You don't answer your mother? - Is something wrong?
He's spitting up blood.
I can't understand him. He's spitting up more.
What's wrong with you?
No dinner for you!
- What's wrong? - Answer.
First time I've seen someone spit up blood.
- We'll have to wash the sheets. - Give him a handkerchief.
- Is that better? - Tap him on the back.
- A little tea. - Must be his heart.
All of us here, and no one can even say a little prayer.
Michel knows his prayers.
You're right.
- I'm being punished. - Get down here!
So I'm not being punished?
Go over there and say your prayers.
On your knees.
Our Father, blessed art thou among women.
Give us our daily bread and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Pray for us sinners. Thy will be full of grace.
Our Father, Mother of God, give me my daily bread!
Crap, crap, crap, crap!
Shit!
On earth as it is in heaven. Our Father who art in heaven...
- He's not moving. - Shh, you'll scare him.
He was talking about fixing up the hearse.
- Not in front of him. - He said it.
- He needs a laxative. - There's castor oil.
Give him a little.
If it doesn't help, at least it won't hurt.
Won't you open your mouth?
His eyes are just like Gran's were.
We have to be gentle.
Be reasonable, Georges.
At least open your eyes.
- They're closed now. - Maybe he's sleeping.
Here, drink this.
You give it to him, Mother.
His teeth are clenched.
Maybe he's dead.
Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed by thy name.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us,
and lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil. Amen.
May the good Lord receive him into paradise.
I think he's dead. Feel his heart.
I think so too. He's dead.
What do you think, Mother?
There's no doubt. He's dead.
He's dead?
Is your brother dead?
Will you dig a hole for him?
Are you crazy? He's my brother.
My poor Georges.
He slipped away so quietly.
There was no way we could have known.
If only I'd given it to him sooner.
You don't know that it would've helped.
Oh, you're just saying that.
You're right. I'm saying that.
Hand me a nail.
A big one.
- What are you up to? - Nothing.
Not bad. Not a bad contraption at all.
Do we need to nail those crosses down?
No, they'll stay on. You need me anymore?
Hand me a nail and you can go.
Not like that, idiot.
I've got crosses.
Three of 'em.
Why three? There's only my dog and the mole.
You're right.
No, you already had some.
Do you like chicks?
Everybody up!
What's that?
Well, well.
- Is that Gouard's son? - The war's not over.
With bums like him, it wouldn't surprise me.
Sneak around back and see if it's Francis.
I'll cut some grass for the rabbits.
There are no more leaders, no more English, no more nothing.
So I said to myself...
""No point marching forever."
Don't touch that.
So I lit out of there, and here I am.
Where are the Prussians?
Probably not far away.
- In the cavalry we had horses. - Half-tracks are faster.
In '1 8 we didn't need to run.
If you'd had Messerschmitts on your tail, you'd have run.
- Want a hand? What are you up to? - I'm cutting some grass.
- It's not yours to cut. - Papa told me to.
It's Francis!
And they wonder how we lost the war.
And I don't want to see you buzzing around him.
Me?
Hello.
- You all right? - Yes.
Were you asleep?
Look.
They're so warm.
Happy now?
- You swear you didn't kill them? - Yes.
I just wanted to give them a drink.
But their eyes were closed. I thought, ""Maybe they're asleep.""
I'll make them a wreath.
Their teeth were clenched, so I thought, ""Maybe they're dead."
Why?
That's just how it is. Are you happy?
You're a corporal?
Yes, I was promoted in battle.
- Who told you I watch the cows? - Michel.
He's a clever one.
Be careful. The kid's around.
Who's that kid?
Paulette, Michel's little friend.
He's a clever one, Michel.
Yes, he is.
Five... six.
It's far off, at the bridge.
Rotten luck! They're following me.
No more lovey-dovey?
Is Paulette here?
- She sure is. - Scram, you kids.
Have you got the chickens?
Look what I got.
They're ugly.
You're never satisfied.
- Do we have to take it inside? - Of course.
It's the bottom plank.
I just cobbled it together. It's not very sturdy.
If we keep dragging the coffin out and pushing it back in -
It has to be done.
What a thing to happen!
You shouldn't have.
It was the last one, so I'm afraid it's for a female cousin.
- It doesn't matter. - Yes, it does.
Just a minute.
You'd never think there was a war going on here.
At least he'll have a Christian burial. - With a mass.
- Aren't you coming inside? - In a second.
Ten...
eleven...
twelve.
Thirteen... fourteen.
But those don't come apart.
They're not very pretty anyway.
You two about done talking?
Look.
That one would be good for a bee.
Bees sting.
Yeah, but not too bad.
The hearse broke down, like Francis' half-track.
- Don't laugh. - Why shouldn't l?
Well, I never!
That's really strange.
Michel, come here.
Do as your father says.
I told you to check the crosses.
- They were on tight. - Well, they came off.
See if we lost them on the road.
No, we didn't lose them. I'd have noticed.
If they're not lost, then someone took them.
Who'd do that?
I don't know.
Maybe the Gouards.
The bell's ringing. We have to go back in.
Yes, indeed. Maybe it was the Gouards.
He noticed the crosses were gone. I said it was the Gouards.
- Look at that one. - That's the priest's.
It's pretty.
I'd have gone to the funeral if I'd known.
Right. You didn't know.
They didn't say a word.
All the same, it'll be tough for them now.
Who've they got left now?
That Raymond's useless.
There's Berthe. She's a good worker.
She's a whore.
Hey, what happened to manners?
Are you defending her?
Yes, I am.
You should've defended France with your iron horses.
France? I can't marry France.
You mean you might marry Berthe Dolle?
I just might.
You'd have to be in a cavalry on wheels to be that stupid.
And maybe a swift kick from those cavalry horses might have knocked
some sense into you! - You speak to your father like that?
I mean it! And that's not all!
I'm going to marry Berthe, you hear?
Well, that's that.
And now, my friends,
a few words for a family carrying a very heavy burden.
That one would be good for a mare.
And that one for a pigeon.
A cat.
A big one.
And that one for a giraffe.
I said to myself, this is Gouard's doing.
You have any proof?
- He's got it in for us. - They call me a deserter.
- Why does he have it in for you? - He's jealous.
That's no reason to steal the crosses off your hearse.
When I was fixing the hearse earlier,
those snotty girls sneered as they went by.
Francis is more of a deserter than me.
I'll break his back if he keeps this up!
I respect the dead,
but they have no respect at all!
- You took the crosses off the hearse? - Yes, Father.
But why?
- As a present. - For whom?
I can't say.
Bring them to me right away.
Now say five Our Fathers and make your act of contrition.
My God, I am heartily sorrow for having offended thee.
I firmly resolve to sin no more and to avoid the near temptation of sin.
Our Father who art in heaven...
Twice, Father.
You're all the same!
- It was for a good reason. - I'm sure it was.
But you've put the cart before the horse.
We want to get married.
We just don't dare tell our parents. You know how they are.
I certainly do.
And we thought you might -
- Reconcile them? - Exactly.
Michel, I saw you.
Taking the cross right off the altar!
You didn't even finish your penance before starting in worse!
Get your shoes and get out! - What did he do now?
It doesn't concern you. Get back inside. We're not done.
Well, did you speak to Gouard?
Yes, I did.
I said, ""So now you steal crosses off hearses?"
He said, ""What crosses?"
So I said, ""Don't be a wise guy."
And he said,
""l swear on my wife's grave, I didn't touch those crosses."
Her grave? There's a sight to behold!
Let me finish. That's exactly what I said.
I said, ""l wouldn't be swearing on her grave.
That's no grave. That's a dump.
Swear on her grave all you want,
but you'd do better just to clean the thing up."
And why weren't they at the funeral? That proves it.
- No one told them. - As if they didn't know.
Maybe they did. Still, we didn't tell them.
That bugle is getting on my nerves.
It's not a bugle. It's a trumpet.
Whatever it is, he's still a deserter.
""Chick."
We need two. There are two graves.
JOCK WORM CRlCKET
What's that called?
A cockroach.
Does it sting?
No, but it stinks.
Don't kill them!
It wasn't me. It was a bomb. Are you crazy?
Don't kill them!
They have to be dead if we wanna bury them.
- I'm not talking to you anymore. - ldiot!
Anyway, you promised me the priest's cross.
You're no fair.
I don't want it.
What is it?
- A doll's hand. - I don't want it.
You're just sulking about the cross.
That jerk! He'll get us spotted by the planes!
All right, kids.
Bedtime.
- Good night, Mr. Dolle. - Night, sweetie.
- What are you doing? - Waiting. You done kissing everyone?
- Want me to kiss you? - You're not nice.
Why?
- What you said about the priest's cross. - You didn't give it to me.
I tried, and I got a good slapping for it.
It was right here. Kiss me here.
Better than that.
I said get to bed! Enough smooching!
I'm on my way.
I know a place with crosses.
- Where? - The cemetery.
- You're not scared? - Why?
What if dead people grab me by the feet?
I don't want to.
- Shall I come up there? - I'm coming down.
I was just kidding. Dead people aren't scary.
- Really? - Yes.
What does that mean anyway, ""putting the cart before the horse"?
What we were doing just now.
I've never heard it called that before.
- We'll take the wheelbarrow. - What for?
We'll fill it full of crosses!
- I'm scared! - It's a rocket. Close your eyes.
I can't see my way down if I close my eyes.
What are you doing?
- What about you? - Is that any of your business?
I'm getting the wheelbarrow.
Oh, I see.
- You see what? - Nothing.
- A wheelbarrow at this hour! - We're going to get snails.
- Aren't you scared? - No, are you?
No. Shall I sing a song?
If you want.
We have to get down.
They can't see us. Come on, quick.
- We lost a cross. - We've got plenty.
He loved daisies.
We'll make a nice garden on his grave.
It's our first Sunday mass without him.
Take that off.
Let's go. - I don't want to.
- Take that. - And that.
Jeanne!
Go pick some flowers. - Why?
Just do it. Go pick some flowers, quick.
They're not the only ones who've lost somebody.
My God!
That's Georges's cross.
It sure is. The price is still on the back.
That's strange.
It didn't get here by itself.
- Now it's all too clear. - What is?
- That proves it. - Proves what?
She's right. That proves it.
I'm not going.
Darn! It's the Gouards!
- He called it a dump! - lt'll be prettier than theirs.
The cross is gone!
Just a hole.
It's not there. - My God!
Watch this!
Bastard!
Vampire!
Bastard!
Monster!
- You're quite a sight, the two of you! - Did you hurt yourself?
Father?
Answer me!
Joseph, watch out! He's a bad one!
This is no place to be fighting.
Where did you fight, you deserter?
You're the deserter.
The army turned me down. I have albuminuria.
Albuminuria!
That's enough now!
Grown men and fathers - aren't you ashamed?
- He stole Georges's cross. - I don't steal from the dead!
- Who was it, then? - Aren't you ashamed?
Dolle, it wasn't him.
I know the prankster who's been stealing crosses.
He tried to steal the one off the altar.
Michel, come here!
Hey, what about me?
Bunch of bastards!
JOCK THE DOG
EARTHWORM
ROBlN
CHlCK
If he hasn't come home, it's 'cause he's scared of you.
- He should be. - Don't hurt him.
I can't. I don't know where he is.
Does it still hurt?
What could he have done with 14 crosses?
I don't understand.
Get to bed. - Let me finish.
- What is it? - I don't know, but it's beautiful.
Fourteen?
Yes, fourteen.
The priest and I counted them. And that's not including Georges's.
The Galuchets - one.
The Bredillons - two. The widow Entrat - three.
- The Gouards! - Shut up!
What's it going to cost?
That's easy. Georges's was 250 francs.
250 multiplied by 1 4...
Take 14 and carry the -
You never could do math! Just wait till I find him.
Paulette!
Why don't you want to?
Will you tell me?
You know, so tell me.
I don't know.
Yes, you do. Your nose is twitching.
- Why? - It twitches when you lie.
You realize what Michel did?
He stole his own brother's cross!
Is that a nice thing to do?
I didn't ask you to cry. I asked where they are.
What do you want crosses for? They're not toys.
No, they're not toys.
Now listen.
Put your hand down.
Mr. Dolle will spank your bottom until it's black and blue.
So just tell me instead.
I'll go get them, and no one will say another word.
Isn't that better?
See? Where are they?
I don't know.
Then why did you take the wheelbarrow from the barn?
I'll tell Mr. Dolle! - What'll you tell Mr. Dolle?
So there you are!
I'll tell him too.
- What? - Who you were with in the barn.
- You lie! - So do you!
- I'll call him. - Go on.
Don't do anything smart.
I said to get to bed!
I've locked up.
If he knocks on the door, let him in like nothing's happened,
then come get me, understand?
She didn't say anything?
Good night, angel.
The light's not for reading.
I can't see to get undressed.
For all you've got to show...
Good night, Mr. Raymond.
I'll say good night to you when you return the crosses.
- You coming? - Where?
- To the cemetery. - Not now. It's dark.
And he's locked up too. We'll go tomorrow.
- Is it nice? - You bet.
All the crosses and names!
Tell me about it.
I arranged some pebbles.
All the animals are there, and flowers too.
Pieces of broken plate, and snails -
I'm gonna sleep in the barn.
You're here?
Good morning.
- Let's go. - Where?
To see the cemetery.
I'm hungry.
I don't like apples.
That's all I have.
I like cafe au lait.
You're awful picky!
The Gouards have filed a complaint!
You think that's funny? Are you gonna pay for the crosses?
- And that brat's not back! - He's not far.
- Why didn't you speak up before? - You didn't ask.
- Damn it, the police! - What'll they do to us?
I don't know, but don't say a word. You swear?
No, say ""l swear."
I swear.
And I swear too.
Cross my heart and hope to die.
You little brat! Now the police are here!
You gonna tell me where those crosses are?
Tell me, you stubborn little runt!
Tell me where they are!
- I'm not telling! - You'd rather go to jail?
Yes, I would!
Fourteen crosses, for God's sake!
What did you do with 14 crosses?
Fourteen crosses!
14,000 kicks in the pants!
Joseph!
Leave him alone! - Can't you see I'm busy?
Leave him alone!
They didn't come about that. They came for Paulette.
That's right. They came looking for her.
Come along.
- They can't take her! - Who asked you?
They won't hurt her. They'll take her to an orphanage with other little girls.
I don't want to go.
- She's not going! - We can't keep her.
Are you the boss here?
Don't be afraid. They're nice.
If I tell you where they are, will you keep her?
- That's got nothing to do with it. - Then you'll never get them, ever!
- I'll take care of you later. - You won't get them that way.
- Then how? - Let her stay.
We'll give the crosses back and apologize to everyone.
And she'll go to catechism and school and help around the home.
And then you'll get married.
- Tell me where they are. - You didn't promise.
All right. Now tell me.
Tell me where they are.
Tell him, Michel.
At the mill.
The mill?
Why the mill?
Come with me.
Here she is, the poor thing.
Hello, little girl.
What's your name?
What's her name? - We call her Paulette.
Your parents were killed in the bombings?
- What? - That's what she told us.
What do you mean, no? Try to remember, my child.
Don't worry. She'll remember.
- It was probably too much for her. - That's right.
We don't even have her name.
She'll tell us. Your name's Paulette what?
Paulette what? - Dolle.
Now she says her name's Dolle!
I want Michel's name.
Kids are like that.
- We need the facts. - You'll take her though, right?
To the Red Cross.
You're going for a ride with these nice men.
In an automobile too.
Sign here, Mr. Dolle.
You can't! You promised!
First, I didn't promise, and second, shut up.
Liar!
You talk like that to your father?
He said she could stay if I told him where the crosses are.
Be quiet.
You'll never get them now!
- What crosses? - Oh, you know kids.
Here. Keep this for a hundred years.
Don't lose that now.
Did she tell you her name, Sister?
You'll see, my little... Paulette.
You're going to like it.
With other little girls just like you, all with their own share of sorrow,
but you'll all be very happy together.
Now don't move, and be good.
Mama!