Allons z'enfants (1981) - full transcript
This is a coming of age drama adapted from the 1952 Yves Gibeau novel of the same title. A young anti-militarist is forcibly sent to military school by his father. He's a bookish pacifist who endures being bullied by his superiors all throughout school, not out of weakness rather out of strength to deny violence it's coveted reciprocity. On the eve of his much anticipated graduation day, Word War II ensues and swaps out the freedom he earned for the brutality of its first front lines. An original score by French composer Phillipe Sarde with photography directed by Yves Boisset sets the atmosphere of 1932 in France.
Attention platoon! Start in three.
"On the trails of France and Navarra",
Start in three.
One, two, three!
On the trails of France and Navarra
A soldier sings, carrying paraphernalia
A song which is
Both traditional and peculiar
With a chorus which goes:
Long live cheap wine!
One, two!
Cheap wine is also known as plonk
Did you know?
-Right turn! Right!
-It warms you up wherever you may go!
Come on soldier!
Fill my quarter-liter carafe up
Long live plonk
Long live cheap wine in my cup!
In the desert
It is said the dromedary camel
Is never thirsty you see, but it's just
As legend has it between you and me
If it doesn't drink it's because
It only has clear water, don't you think?
It'd drink up if it had cheap wine
Then it would be fine!
Plonk! One, two!
Cheap wine is known as plonk, you know!
It warms you up, wherever you may go
Come on soldier
Fill up my quarter-liter carafe
Long live cheap wine!
Long live plonk in my cup!
Attention! March to the right! Right!
One, two,
one, two!
Keep in line! Head up!
Order on the right!
One, two.
Company halt!
Column, hand salute. Stand to attention!
Right turn! Right!
Left turn! Left!
Now, like at the Battle of Verdun
show some spirit, goddammit!
You'd think you were all puritans!
Put your all into your singing.
It's an excellent song,
which you must proudly break into
remembering the glorious sacrifice
of our WWI soldiers at Verdun.
If any of you are pretending
to open your mouths to sing,
I have my eye on you.
Attention!
Forward march!
One, two, one, two, three, four.
But all of a sudden, the Gallic rooster
On a rooftop goes cock-a-doodle-doo
As if to say stand up little soldiers
I can see you!
The sun shines, cannons thunder all around
Young heroes
Here a great battle can be found
The battle of Verdun
As victorious as can be…
Right, left!
Where a piecing cry sounds out you see
Carried by the echoes of the dead
On the Meuse's banks where blood was shed
Halt!
Watch your heads don't drop!
Extend your arms!
No more disdain or arrogance, phew!
Off you flee barbarians and lackeys too…
Louder!
One, two!
Chalumot! I can't hear you!
It's that Chalumot again.
I only ever hear about him.
That boy must really be headstrong.
Company, halt!
Sergeant.
Yes, Commander!
Go and get me Chalumot!
Chalumot, leave the ranks!
Present yourself to the commander.
Who are you?
Chalumot, Commander!
You've not been taught
how to present yourself officially?
Go back and then present yourself
like a soldier.
Student Chalumot! First section!
Regimental number 2,154, sir!
So you don't wish to sing, Chalumot?
Why is that, please?
Come on be honest! You know
I like brave boys.
I don't like these songs.
Plus to sing you have to feel happy.
And you're not happy, Chalumot?
Explain yourself. Why aren't you happy?
I'm listening.
Because of life here, Commander!
I didn't ask to join the youth troop.
-My dad sent me here!
-Enough!
Your attitude confirms
your superiors' accounts.
But you will give in, Chalumot!
You will cave!
I give you my word.
-Sergeant Billotet!
-Yes, Commander?
Put this individual
in detention for a fortnight.
Also send him back to the barber,
I think his hair is too long.
Here it's like being
in the French Foreign Legion.
March or die! Back in line!
Company,
forward, march!
One, two.
8 NOVEMBER 1937
ANDELYS MILITARY PREP SCHOOL
Baptiste isn't fat, he's just well-built.
Hurry, Chalumot!
You're way too slow, buddy!
Pass me your plates.
Go ahead, Pouliquen! Asshole…
I don't want to do table duty,
I told the sergeant.
You wanted to be served, well here you go!
You'll pay for that.
Where are you off to, Chalumot?
I'm getting some air,
I can't do table duty.
They are never happy.
Go ahead Chalumot, do without food,
that'll do you good.
Silence!
Okay? I brought you an apple.
No thanks, I'm not hungry.
Their apples are gross anyway.
Where is Lepage?
He is on duty. What are you reading?
As you can see, it's a letter.
Want to read it to me?
Gelpoux, letters are personal.
Of course, it's just that I never get any.
Is it from your parents?
No…
It's a letter from my fiancée.
How did you manage to get that?
She signed it as if she were my aunt.
What's your fiancée's name?
Zezette, so she signs it aunt Zezette.
Zezette is a pretty name.
You'll get married?
I'd love to,
but she wants me to be an officer.
Is she pretty?
I'm going to see her over Christmas.
We'll go to the movies,
she's a fan like me.
Pouliquen's coming!
You treated me like an idiot earlier!
Explain yourself.
Leave him! No fighting.
Shut your mouth!
Chickening out, big mouth?
Come fight me behind the john.
I've been waiting for this for ages.
22, the sergeant is here.
Stand up now!
You know fighting is forbidden!
Who started it?
I did, sergeant!
Well, you are both responsible.
Chalumot you mustn't fight or you'll be
in detention for Christmas.
Pouliquen, you're on john cleaning duty.
I will inform your parents.
Go on, get to it!
I'm sorry, Chalumot.
You're a big jerk!
He was meant to see his fiancée!
Hey Chalumot, what are you thinking about?
Don't worry, we'll get through.
What are you doing here?
I need you to take me to Paris
or else I'm screwed.
-Come on, get in then.
-Come on in.
It's like a school but for the military.
We do drills all day
and the officers are harsh.
-Who enrolled you in that?
-My father.
Hear that Fernand!
There are some really sick guys
on this planet.
Sending your kid to the barracks.
As if there weren't enough soldiers!
We'll unload at the covered market
and we'll say a few words to your dad.
No, you mustn't.
Drive me to Paris, then I'll handle it.
What will you do?
My godfather lives in the country
in Brévieux. He likes me, he'll help.
I have a girlfriend, Zezette.
-She writes every month.
-Got any cash?
No, you can't earn at the school
but I'll see Zezette in Reims,
then I'll buy a truck, like you.
Do you think everyone is like us?
We don't like the army.
Here, take this. This is for you.
No, thanks.
Take it, kiddo,
it's from the goodness of our hearts.
Hey little guy,
don't drink all that water.
It'll make you ill.
Come on, let's go drink a coffee.
One coffee, two white wines.
This will warm us up.
Cheers to you, my boy.
Feels good!
Want a croissant?
Do you have children?
Marcel has two daughters.
They're lucky.
Tasty? Have another!
No thanks, I need to go.
-How much do I owe?
-A franc!
Don't forget. You know where to find us.
Yes.
See you, kiddo!
-Bye, Marcel.
-Bye!
Bye!
Come on, old boy!
Zezette!
Simon!
Are you on leave?
No.
I ran away from school,
I couldn't take it anymore.
They tore up my cinema magazines
you gave me.
They shaved my head again,
I was beaten up, deprived of my vacation.
I can't stand it.
You ran away?
Yes, but you mustn't be mad.
Are you going to your parents'?
No way! You know my dad.
I need civilian clothes,
so I thought maybe you could--
Well, I don't know. I'll try.
Wait for me here! I'll go look.
What are you doing?
Trying on my suits now?
Will you answer me?
It's for a school play, Dad…
What's all this about?
I didn't know Simon was in theater!
So it's for him? It's for Chalumot?
What is he doing here?
What's going on? Zezette?
Your daughter is lying!
Well, not under my roof!
Don't move and don't argue. Hands, Simon.
Your dad will be disgusted.
Come on then!
I wasn't a cop for 20 years for nothing!
I still have good instincts.
I've things to be doing now.
Thank you, Camparois.
You've kept your sense of duty.
Don't worry, he won't enjoy this
for long. I'm taking him back.
A retired policeman never goes off duty!
I hope we'll see you again soon
anyway, Simon.
But next time with your stripes.
You know, the army is all there is.
Simon, why did you do this?
Drink up.
Come on, drink up.
Want me to tell Zezette something?
No handcuffs, what will people say?
I don't give a damn!
All I know is we've made huge sacrifices
so he can become someone,
and he deserts! Good God!
There's a train at 8:10 p.m. Let's hurry.
If we have to sleep at the station
in Paris, so be it!
That doesn't scare me!
Come on, get up. Get up!
Put his beret on properly,
I'm ashamed enough!
Look, there's Chalumot with his dad!
Don't you hear the Marseillaise?
Must I remind you to salute!
I can't because of my handcuffs.
I'm so ashamed of you.
Commander, have you seen behind you?
You brought your son back?
Yes, sir!
The police have been informed,
they'd have found him soon.
Commander, I request the honor
of speaking with the school's major.
Fine, follow me.
Mr. Chalumot, as a father and an officer,
I can imagine your grief.
That said, I cannot take your son back,
the rules are formal:
in the incredibly rare event
a student runs away,
he is struck from the ranks.
Your son is, how can I put it?
An anarchist!
Right, Des Aubelles?
That's correct, Commander!
Furthermore, student Chalumot
doesn't deserve mercy or a special favor.
He is an example of disobedience,
rebellion
and anarchy, as you said, Commander.
I regret having to tell you, Mr. Chalumot,
but that's how it is.
We cannot set a precedent.
I completely understand, Commander,
but Simon isn't all bad.
He came top in the canton
for his school grades.
Take me home, Dad, I'm not happy here.
Shut up!
Sergeant Major, enough!
Des Aubelles, send young Chalumot
to the infirmary,
make sure no student sees him.
Wipe your face, you disgrace!
Wipe your face, Chalumot!
You'll soil your uniform!
Commander,
here are the keys to the handcuffs.
The scumbag!
Come now, Mr. Chalumot.
Calm yourself.
We'll see if there's a way,
given your service record,
which I'm familiar with,
to satisfy your sense of duty.
France owes you that.
I will honor the glorious ribbons
that hung from your lapel.
Thank you, Commander.
You're saving me and his mom.
I'm glad.
She'd die of shame, poor woman!
Before you leave, would you like
to embrace your son?
Oh no!
I'd be unable to contain my rage, sir.
I'd like just one more favor, Commander.
What's that?
Don't let him go on leave.
Make him stay here, at school,
and don't go easy on him anymore.
Thank you, Commander!
Lepage: 14!
Lepage is making progress. Every bit
of progress should be highlighted.
Lepage, the only way is up.
Baptiste: a surprise 15!
Fifteen is good but
when I read your text I was ashamed.
Work on your writing,
as calligraphy is very important.
It's very important for a sub-officer,
then you can calligraph all of your work!
Calligraphy is a key element of being
a sub-officer.
-Alongside?
-Discipline.
Excellent! Chalumot!
Chalumot you got 16.
You did the best work, Chalumot!
Well done! I've given you a 16.
Aren't you happy?
I don't understand you, Chalumot!
Keep it up and you'll get
a good rank at end of year
and be allowed to go on vacation,
like everyone else.
One, two!
Section one!
Did you see Chalumot's grade?
He's brown-nosing now,
just thinking of his stripes.
Whatever! He doesn't care about rank.
You're jealous
he got a better grade than you.
You did so badly
you won't even be a sub-officer!
-Come on, guys!
-Leave it alone!
Shut up, ass-munch!
Enough, calm down!
Look at the newbies,
they don't even know how to march!
We were like that three years ago.
You're as stupid as those rookies.
It's not nice to make fun of them.
There's no honor in knowing how to march
or do a half turn.
We should pity them.
When they arrive they don't know
they'll suffer three years
under the orders of morons like Billotet.
Degueldre, you like this military life.
You've never known anything else.
You love commanders and captains,
with their shiny medals and decorations.
Well, if it is, you're a dumbass.
Go to the gym right away, Chalumot.
On the double, I'm on your tail.
So then, Chalumot,
not so high and mighty now are we!
Take that hat off, Chalumot.
Come on, put them up, anarchist!
Your speech was an insult
to the French army. Get up!
You don't have a right to hit me.
You insult your comrades!
You know what happens
if I report this to the commander?
Solitary confinement or boxing,
you choose.
What will it be?
I prefer boxing.
Ah boxing, Chalumot, excellent!
Fight back you lazy piece
of crap Communard!
Get up, Chalumot! Stand up now!
Go wash all of that off in the sink.
Make sure you don't leave a single trace!
Attention!
At ease!
The new lieutenant.
Old, new, they all look the same!
On my command, fire!
On my command, fire!
On my command,
fire!
Check your results!
Baptiste, no good!
It's no laughing matter.
Degueldre, you did what you could,
it wasn't enough.
Gelpoux, excellent, great grouping.
Chalumot, where are your bullets?
You deliberately chose
to shoot to the side.
Know what these exercises cost the state?
What's going on, Sergeant?
It's Chalumot, Lieutenant!
He won't shoot the target.
-From day one this student--
-I know!
Come over here, Chalumot.
Student Chalumot, Simon. First section,
number 2,154, Lieutenant.
Are you near-sighted, Chalumot?
-No, Lieutenant.
-So, what then?
I don't like shooting, Lieutenant.
Explain your thoughts, Chalumot?
May I speak frankly?
I'd prefer you did, yes.
Well, I don't like shooting.
I always hated hunting with my godfather.
But you're here
to learn the military profession.
I've had no say in the matter.
Perhaps. Yet during a conflict,
if you don't shoot, the enemy will.
I know, but I still don't like it,
Lieutenant.
That's your point of view, Chalumot.
But keep it to yourself.
Back to your place.
Sergeant,
no sense in worrying.
This student's results are due
to a migraine.
Dispense him of this exercise for eight
days until he gets his strength back.
All assemble at this point!
Three rows now, get in line!
Space out nicely!
Attention!
Forward, march!
One, two.
Quickly!
Maybe you want me to help? Come on!
Carry on, you'll get a piece of my mind.
How much longer?
Three kilometers, keep going Lepage.
I don't care about the exam,
I can't keep going.
I don't give a damn, either.
But if you don't pass, we'll be split up.
Come on, you're my best friend.
Chalumot, faster!
What do you want to be asked?
Hopefully they'll question me
on Charlemagne,
I know my stuff on him!
I want kings!
-Doesn't surprise me!
-Thanks!
So how was it?
Tough, I had Azincourt.
Jeez!
Next. Come on then, Chalumot!
At ease.
Choose one.
OK.
Oh. Chalumot got lucky.
He picked Napoleon as war leader.
We just studied that!
We're listening.
Napoleon Bonaparte was born
in Ajaccio in 1769.
After studying at Brienne military school…
Well, gentlemen, I'm delighted to note
that, as usual,
our results are far better
than civilian establishments!
So, no other issues then?
The eternal issue of Chalumot.
In fact, I believe Bargheloni,
who is in charge of his section,
wishes to speak with you.
Lieutenant, I'm listening.
Commander, student Chalumot
is a rather special case.
You're telling me!
He is far from stupid.
Without the practical trials,
he'd be in the top ten for the exam.
He clearly has a negative reaction
to the army.
Negative! What do you think about it?
-Me?
-Yes.
You know, Commander,
Chalumot is
a particularly intelligent student.
He can't be beaten on questions
about Antiquity or Napoleon.
But when asked about
the last war, for example,
he basically refuses to answer.
It's as if current challenges bother him!
You mean to say, professor,
that Chalumot only appreciates soldiers
when they're dead?
I'm not defending him, Commander,
I'm just saying
it's a rather unusual problem,
a totally unique case.
Actually, Commander, I've observed
a sense of honor in this student,
a rather encouraging candor.
What conclusions do you draw from it?
In all honesty, given his attitude,
I'd say it's best to free him
from his contract in the army.
At his age, he can still find
a job in civilian life.
I share that opinion.
If I understand you rightly gentlemen,
you're suggesting Chalumot
be expelled from school
after just arriving…?
28th, Commander.
28th out of 150 for the end of year exam.
Your reasoning is curious
for an officer, Bargheloni!
A Saint-Cyr graduate?
I am, Commander!
You chose to be in the army, Bargheloni?
Yes, Commander.
This Chalumot boy hates the army,
and yet he's intelligent.
Yes, he is.
No, he's an anarchist-minded youth.
Soviet vermin.
That boy is under subversive influence.
That's the seed that the Popular Front
has planted in today's youths.
And you want him "freed", as you put it!
Well, no way, Lieutenant!
Chalumot will fulfill his duty
in his chosen career.
That's exactly it.
Chalumot didn't choose anything,
his father--
Enough, Lieutenant!
Chalumot will stay in the army.
You'll see, he'll end up thanking us
for being so firm with him.
What do you think, professor?
You're right, Commander!
I hadn't thought of
the Popular Front's influence.
Excellent. So, we agree!
Gentlemen, let's announce the results.
Des Aubelles, make sure his classmate,
what's his name again?
Lepage, Commander!
That's it.
Make sure he's transferred
to another section at Tulle school.
That boy is under Chalumot's influence.
As for you, Lieutenant,
in a few years' time
you'll approve of my action.
Let's go, gentlemen!
Baptiste, Baptiste! Chalumot!
Goodbye, sir!
Chalumot.
-Bye, sir.
-Bye, Gelpoux.
Gelpoux, Lepage,
Andelys' boys, remember: honor
and loyalty. Goodbye, boys.
Robillard is nice!
But I hate that he gave me eight.
You deserved it.
Are you going to the station?
Can I join you? So, they separated you.
You always agree with what they decide,
you must be happy!
Perhaps, but they're harsh!
You'll be alone now, Chalumot!
Pouliquen, when we argued
I called you an asshole.
I was wrong, you're not an asshole,
Pouliquen, you're a victim.
You trying to be mean?
No.
Lepage, at Tulle military school
do Andelys school proud,
make sure you're amongst the best!
Yes, Sergeant.
So, Chalumot, no hard feelings, I hope.
I've met other strong-willed students
like you
and they became excellent officers.
We're all from the same family.
I was also a child of the troops.
I was hard on you, that's a fact.
You'll soon see it's for your own good!
Let's wipe the slate clean.
Should we kiss as well, Sergeant?
I've not forgotten.
I do hope you get
a newbie like me next year
to get your kicks.
Get out before I lock you up!
Thug!
Don't bother, Sergeant. Oh, and screw you!
Scumbag! I hope they make your life
miserable at Tulle!
Sergeant! Sergeant!
I'm really happy. When I get home,
I'll have them all framed.
I'm going to have a nice wood frame made.
My grandma can have it, she'll love it!
I'll put it in the dining room,
it'll be seen more.
True, you must show off things like that.
You're so right, Chalumot.
You're crazy, Chalumot. He's nuts.
That's not the end of it.
Dead Men Standing by Mr. Jacques Pericard
with nice images of WWI soldiers
singing the Marseillaise.
Anyone like it?
I like war stories, Chalume.
You're right. Sold!
Thanks!
We've arrived!
Come on guys, we have to go
or we'll miss the connection.
Tours Station, end of the line!
Travelers changing for Reims,
stay on the same platform.
Look out! The train's about to leave!
See the Prytanée guys' cool uniform?
How cool are they! We can talk to them
on the train!
-Easy does it with my candy!
-I'm going to see the Prytanée guys.
Hey! Watch my paint brushes!
Hi. I'm Degueldre.
We're from Andelys, heading to Tulle.
No need to be arrogant.
You can still be polite.
You're just soldiers like us.
Enough! We've nothing in common.
Keep annoying us we'll file a report
with our commander.
Forget it, Degueldre.
They're assholes!
Ignore them, they're assholes!
With a bit of luck,
you'll look like them one day!
What will you do then?
I'll leave the army as soon as I can.
Simon, time to get up!
-Hi, Mom!
-Hello.
-Is that hot chocolate?
-Yes.
Hurry, your dad hates you
having breakfast in bed.
After you've had it, you must get up.
It's best not to upset him.
Sleep well, soldier?
Yes, Dad!
Hurry up,
we'll both head out to do some shopping.
Get to it!
In uniform, Simon! Okay? In uniform!
Get going!
Thank you, Father.
When I met the colonel in Beirut…
See, he saluted us!
Here's the boy!
-Hello!
-Hello, company!
-Is that your son?
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
-Great.
He's 20, a future officer!
He'll amount to a lot,
especially in writing,
isn't that right, Simon?
Come on then,
I must introduce you to
folk from my department:
Pradier's from the same area
as your dad: Lozère.
Say hello and give him a salute.
Oh no! Don't bother saluting.
-Hello, Simon!
-Hello, sir.
Glad to be home, eh?
Better than acting the fool
at the barracks, right?
Your dad has some strange ideas.
The African sun obviously fried his brain.
Damn Pradier!
Always the same old bullshit!
That clown never changes.
Admit what you're doing makes no sense!
You can't force your kid to be a soldier!
Face it!
You know how I feel,
we've discussed it enough.
I never get on your case
because we're both from Lozère
and I'm a storekeeper,
I have to respect my customer's opinions.
But seeing you come in here with your son
dressed for a carnival drives me mad!
Enough, dammit!
Look, Pradier…
No! I'm not finished!
Don't you realize
you're slowly killing your kid?
Look at him! He's scared.
He's scared of you!
He doesn't dare laugh, sing
or have fun like other kids his age.
You're not his father, Chalumot,
you're his sergeant major.
Well, I've said my piece.
It had to be said. This round's on me.
No. It's over between us.
I'll never set foot in here again.
I'll buy my tobacco elsewhere.
You're a bastard, Pradier!
It was for people with cushy jobs like you
that I took a bullet
at Verdun and Chemin des dames…
You weren't there! You took it easy.
You just fattened yourself up,
lily-livered coward.
We're not going to fight all day, are we?
What does your boy want to drink?
He'll drink a picon like his dad.
It won't hurt him. Right, Simon?
I'd rather not have a picon, Dad.
I'd prefer grenadine.
See?
His mom brings him breakfast in bed
and here's the result!
What do you think?
What? Your kid's on vacation!
Spoil him a bit.
Spoil him?
Know when my first leave was?
Five years after my engagement
in Indochina!
Five years!
What do you have to say about that?
That it's no reason to force your son
to drink picon like you!
Well he won't drink here
and neither will I!
And I'll tell other veterans!
We'll never come here again!
-Stop this nonsense.
-Asshole! Come on, Simon. Let's go.
You want to decide what's best for my son?
You can shove your picon
where the sun don't shine!
-Oh, come on!
-Shut the hell up!
Shut up or I'll lay into you Pradier!
You're a total scumbag.
Know what I think?
You're worse than a German!
Let's go, goddamn it!
Worse than a German!
That Pradier is an asshole. A deserter!
He took advantage,
I couldn't think of good comebacks.
But I'll think of some good comebacks.
Later.
That bastard! He laughed at me!
We'll go back!
Hear me? We'll go back
and let him know what's up,
that scumbag!
-Are you coming?
-Where?
To Pradier's! To tell him.
No.
-Why not?
-Because.
Are you ashamed?
Ashamed of your father?
Just say it. You agree with Pradier?
Come with me, Simon.
Or get the hell out of here. Understood?
I understand, Dad.
You understand what?
That I need to pack my bags!
I'm better off in the country.
Zezette told me to…
Don't bother, Mom.
Why don't you stay at home?
Your father doesn't know how to say it,
but he wanted you with us on vacation.
That's not what he said earlier!
You know your father loves you
deep down, in his own way.
It doesn't matter.
You really don't want to stay?
No, Mom.
I don't know what to tell Dad anymore.
-Will you write to us?
-Yes.
Say hi to Claudius from us.
You're all grown up!
You're like a man now!
Take this. From your dad.
He didn't want me to tell you.
Give your mom a kiss, Simon.
Alright, Simon?
-Fine, uncle!
-Are you well?
Yeah.
-Want a sip?
-No, thank you.
You're no soldier, Simon!
You don't drink.
You constantly read books and papers.
No surprise you and your dad
don't see eye to eye.
The important thing is you're happy.
Let's take this
to be fermented.
You hired help?
This is my nephew, Octavie's son.
The soldier?
Yes, he's on vacation.
This is Francis, my neighbor.
He has a big mouth!
Hello, sir.
Hello, my boy.
So you're your father's son?
Let me tell you, boy,
when I see your sergeant dad,
I always tell him:
"Your job is for lazy slobs.
You don't wake up at five
to wash cows or plough!
While us hillbillies,
as you city folk call us,
work our asses off from morning
until night,
in summer and winter, goddammit!
With all the taxes we pay,
we make you rich,
we put food in your mouths.
What are you good for?
You bunch of lazy slobs!
Nothing!" I told your father,
"Soldiers are the bane of France!"
They disgust me!
Think it's funny?
You're just like your dad!
When your sergeant dad came here,
he kept drinking,
smoking, chatting non-stop about the war!
Give me a light, big mouth!
And leave him be, he has eight days left
of his vacation
so let him enjoy it!
He likes soldiers even less than you,
jerk!
Really!
And me, talking as if to his father!
Come over tonight with Claudius
for a tipple.
If you don't like soldiers,
let's shake on it.
Come on, then, come on!
1 OCTOBER 1938
TULLE MILITARY ACADEMY
-Hi Degueldre! How are you?
-Hello, Chalumot.
-This is Braval.
-Hi, how are you?
Where do I sign up?
Over there, but they're not very nice.
They can't be worse than at Andelys! Bye!
-Pouliquen!
-Hi Chalume!
-How are you?
-Alright.
Silence! Your name?
Chalumot, Simon.
Go into the duty sub-officer's office.
Your records.
So you're Chalumot?
Yes. That's what it says.
It sure does.
You know, we've heard about you.
This place is different.
Stay in line, you'll be fine.
Is that clear?
-Yes, Sergeant!
-Dismissed.
Faster, goddamn it!
Hurry up, faster!
Faster!
Gather near the frame.
Come on!
Okay then.
Now, over the frame.
I'll time you one by one. You!
Must I send you a letter?
Your name is?
Baptiste, Sergeant!
Baptiste! Do you want my foot up your ass?
Understood? Go on then!
I'm scared of heights, Sergeant.
You're here to learn
to overcome your fears.
Don't force him, Sergeant, he has vertigo.
Who sent me a freak like this…
Name?
Chalumot, Sergeant!
Ah, you're Chalumot!
I heard about you!
A hefty record, I believe!
You tried to run away, right?
Yes, Sergeant!
Don't smirk, it's no laughing matter!
Meanwhile, you can start off the course
and set an example for your comrade.
Understood?
Yes, Sergeant.
Off you go.
Not so proud anymore, Chalumot?
Buck up, buttercup!
See?
If Miss Chalumot can do it,
a big man like you can, too.
Go on, Baptiste!
Faster! Hurry!
Move forwards
or I'll give you a reason to!
Come on, a bit more effort
and you'll get there.
Stand up, Baptiste! A bit further!
Get up!
-Shit!
-Damn!
Quick, tell the infirmary!
Okay, Sergeant!
Satisfied, Chalumot?
It's Veillard's fault Baptiste is dead.
His folks may request an inquest.
Baptiste didn't have parents.
He was a ward of the State.
Don't expect an investigation!
There's nothing we can do.
Yes, there is!
What? Nothing.
"The undersigned first section students
ask Captain Maryla to take action
against Veillard
who forced student Baptiste
to climb the frame he fell off,
although he warned him of his vertigo."
I signed it!
Sign it, I'll go to the captain.
United, we have power.
-Too risky!
-I'm out.
If we do nothing now, this will continue.
-They won't do anything. I'm not signing.
-Yeah, he's right.
-I'll sign! You chicken?
-No.
Whiners with no balls.
Anyway, I don't care if I lose my stripes.
Are we decided, then?
Don't do it, it's pointless!
Leave me alone!
COMMANDER MARYLA'S OFFICE
Come in.
You wanted to see me, Chalumot?
Be clear and concise, I'm listening.
Captain, it's about Baptiste's death.
It was an accident!
A regrettable accident. What about it?
It wasn't an accident, Captain.
What do you mean?
Sergeant major Veillard forced Baptiste
to climb the frame.
Baptiste was terrified, he had vertigo,
understand, Captain?
Sergeant Veillard forced him to do it.
I witnessed it.
He doesn't have the right to do that.
It's in the school's rules!
Enough, Chalumot!
I won't tolerate slander of officers,
particularly Sergeant Veillard,
who is a remarkable leader.
Chalumot, Baptiste was the victim
of an accident!
Proof!
You tried getting your comrades to sign
a petition accusing Sergeant Veillard,
but they refused.
Enough! Hear me, Chalumot?
Some advice for you: fall in line
and don't bother me again
with your drivel!
You snot-nosed shit! Goddamn it!
If you'd seen me
in the French Foreign Legion,
in Sidi Bel Abbès.
They knew how to train men there!
I have no hope to offer you.
And to begin with, no furloughs for you
for a month. Dismissed!
Chalumot!
Captain.
You haven't written to your parents
for months.
Could you tell me why you treat
your mother and father in such a way?
I can't hear you?
I've nothing to tell them, Captain.
Chalumot, you are
most definitely a monster!
A monster who refuses to write
to his parents.
They don't love me.
There's no point in writing.
Not even your parents love you!
No one, Chalumot! No one!
You will write a long letter
to your parents.
Is that clear?
Or I'll send you to the hole!
I'd rather go to prison, Captain.
You'll write to your parents
and go to the hole. Get out!
Here, Chalume, you didn't eat.
Have some chocolate.
Of course, good old Molière had issues.
With the Church,
the courts, even the king.
Above all, his friends, family.
So one of his main plays,
written in 1664,
wasn't performed publicly until 1669.
And it was immediately banned. So then,
who can tell me the name
of the masterpiece
by Mr. Jean-Baptiste Poquelin?
With Elvire, Orgon…
Tartuffe, sir.
Well done!
If you like, we will study
that play together.
We will ask Chalumot to do us the honor
of recounting what happens
in the play he will see
on Sunday as he came top in French.
A Parisian troupe will perform it
at Tulle.
I can't on Sunday, I'm in detention!
Again!
What was the reason this time?
It was Sergeant Veillard, sir.
So then,
what happened with dear Veillard?
He was annoyed, sir.
He spoke to him like out of a book.
Explain yourself! What the devil?
Well, sir. Chalumot spoke to the sergeant
like a poet!
Yes, that was it, sir! He spoke in verse.
For example?
"I'm sorry, Sergeant, I have to say
I didn't make my bed the right way!"
Not bad! Another example?
"Sergeant, I'm in pain
I'm off to the loo
I ate too many beans
I need a poo"
So you are a victim
of your love for poetry.
That's not a crime.
I'll speak with the military authorities.
Detained
for being a poet.
Sir,
Chalumot's written something.
Mind your own business!
So then Chalumot,
clearly you're hiding your talent from me!
Braval, explain yourself.
What has your comrade written?
Well, sir,
Chalumot has written a screenplay,
a whole notebook.
It's called The Mercenary.
He wants to make movies.
Okay, back to Molière. Take notes.
Chalumot,
I'd like to read your script, seriously.
Unless you'd rather I didn't?
It's not that, sir… But it's no good.
I've never read a real script you see.
We'll discuss it on Sunday!
Gentlemen, contemplate this famous quote:
"Laughter makes us human."
Then, acquitted of this initial duty,
as it has been handed over to another
who will need to fill the role for us
so with some beautiful nuptials,
they can honor the passion
of a generous and sincere lover in Valère.
That was great, sir!
True.
Would you like more pie, Mr. Chalumot?
I'll gladly have some more!
I'd like a bit more too, please.
Thank you.
Did you like the theater, Chalumot?
Yes, sir! It was almost as good
as going to the movies.
I read your script, Chalumot!
I know nothing about movies,
but your text was packed full of ideas.
Truly.
Ever read All Quiet on The Western Front?
No, sir.
Curious. Your screenplay
in some ways resembles
the book by Maria Remarque.
Here, have this.
But careful, Chalumot.
Reading such books
and your passion for cinema
are not to Captain Maryla's liking.
Try… to tone it down.
I mean, with your superiors. Take it easy.
Easy to say.
I know. It's not easy.
But hold on, Chalumot.
At the end lies freedom.
I'm sure you'll
get a second chance at life.
I will try, sir. And thank you.
For what?
For the theater, for this invitation,
for the cakes, for the book…
For everything.
Well it's time we get going,
you mustn't be late,
the Captain would never forgive me.
Goodbye, ma'am. Thank you for everything.
Some Sunday in the future,
come and have lunch,
we'll have time to chat.
Would you like that?
Of course, sir!
See you soon, Simon!
Goodbye, sir. And thanks again.
Goodnight!
IN MEMORY OF FORMER STUDENTS
WHO DIED FOR THEIR HOMELAND
So then, Chalumot,
I don't know what you're plotting,
but in recent weeks
you've kept your head down.
Keep it up and
you'll spend Easter with your parents.
I don't know, Sergeant.
About what?
If my parents would take me in, Sergeant.
In any case, keep staying in line.
Finish up here, then do the shitters.
Yes, Sergeant.
Okay? Not too tough I hope.
I brought On the Western Front.
It's really brilliant.
I think it's a movie too.
I bet it's great.
I prefer books.
When I get out of the army,
I'd like to work in a bookshop.
I'd put this on display, I love it.
I told Braval about it. He's interested.
I'll give it to him.
Make sure it doesn't get around too much.
You never know with Veillard.
Silence!
Chalumot, to the Captain's office.
Hurry!
Chalume is in trouble again.
ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT
To think your superiors
thought they'd succeeded!
But crocodiles sleep with one eye open.
You've overstepped the mark, this time.
A German book,
and from what I read, it insults the army,
it ridicules it
with the aim of inciting youths
to rebel and revolt! Wonderful!
Your dad fought the Krauts in 1914!
Lucky your comrades
aren't scumbags like you.
Mention Braval's merit
for what he did at roll call.
As for you, Chalumot,
I won't go easy on you. Unless…
Tell me who gave you this book.
I can't remember.
You'll do eight days in the hole
to refresh your memory!
You're a bastard, Chalumot!
Did you know that?
No, Captain!
I didn't think it was forbidden
to read this book.
It's sold all over town, it's even a film.
Civilian life and military life
are two totally different things!
Nothing should interest you
outside of the barracks.
Personally, I'd like to crush
every future revolutionary,
ringleader and rebel.
I'll ask the colonel
to ban the sale of this rubbish in town.
Now get out of here!
As for this filthy rag,
here!
Chalume, it's me, Pouliquen.
I brought some food.
I also got you some smokes and chocolate.
Careful, I don't want to get caught.
Chalumot's rations, Sergeant.
Come through!
Keep your spirits up, Chalume!
In three weeks it's vacation.
Thanks Pouliquen!
Fire!
Reload!
On my command, fire!
-Reload!
-Faster!
Hurry up! Faster!
Rally near the frame!
These boys seem in top form and happy,
isn't that right, sir?
How long do they spend at Tulle?
Two years, Deputy!
Oh! Then what?
They're placed with a unit
for a few months
then join a regiment for four years
as a sub-officer.
Colonel, will we get a chance
to talk to these youngsters?
As you wish, you can chat
to three sections of the second year.
Colonel, isn't this a bit dangerous
for these youngsters?
No.
-Fire!
-Don't you want a hand perhaps?
We should tell the deputies
what goes on here.
How wonderful youth is, Colonel!
Definitely, Deputy.
He said he'd speak to the deputies,
to complain about the superiors,
Sergeant Veillard and even…
Go on, Braval. Continue.
Even you, Captain!
Good work, Braval. Well done!
By telling us this, you have done
the army and your school proud.
You deserve your stripes. Don't worry.
Chalumot will pay. Go on, Braval.
Attention!
Future sub-officers
and officers of our great army,
I salute you on behalf of the nation.
From your ranks will emerge future leaders
and victorious generals.
We all know the German beast
is snarling at our borders.
We also know that when the time comes…
Chalume's in the first section's last row
how weird!
Look out!
…with the same heroism
as your glorious elders.
Long live the French army,
its superiors and young troops!
Now, with your superiors' consent,
right, Colonel,
we'd like to hear some of you
speak freely.
We'll pass on your concerns
to the chamber.
Those who wish to
speak to the deputies, raise your hand.
Yes.
I'd like to know why when we go into town
we see papers attacking
the army, our superiors?
Brown-noser!
Young man, your question is justified.
Traitors of our motherland
are leading campaigns against the army.
But I assure you,
harsh measures will be taken
to crack down on such actions.
Absolutely!
Any other questions?
No other questions?
I got tossed out of the dorm.
Thibaudeau's raiding it,
searching everywhere, even under beds!
Where are you going?
I'm sure it's to do with me!
What are you doing here?
You know you can't come
to your room after roll call?
Get out!
Want me to throw you
downstairs at full speed?
Give me that suitcase.
No.
It's mine
and it holds books
Mr. Brizoulet gave to me.
I don't want them confiscated, damaged.
They're not dirty books are they?
No, they're not erotica or porn,
they're study books.
Drop that or you'll be in serious trouble!
I'm not used to students
defying me, understood?
For the last time, drop that, or else…
No! You don't have the right to hit me.
That's all you lot ever think about.
Always hitting and beating!
I'll teach you, you brat!
Don't come any closer!
You can't rattle me!
You're too much of a coward to jump.
Coward! You're the coward!
You abuse your stripes.
It's not me! I didn't want be here,
my parents sent me!
Enough of this comic spectacle!
Get down now, that's an order.
No, I've had enough! I'm done!
I've had enough of you,
this school, my parents!
Come any closer and I'll jump!
No, you won't.
You're wrong.
You're coming round now.
Mr. Brizoulet.
I'm here, Simon.
Would you like anything?
For you to put my books away safe.
Call it done, Simon.
Don't worry.
Take him off! Hurry.
Don't stay here, get to class!
I'll come to the hospital
to chat to you soon.
Stay strong, young lad!
Hurry it up!
Tell your students
it is officially forbidden
to discuss this with anyone.
Say you'll be checking their letters.
As for you, Thibaudeau, come with me.
I have some instructions for your report.
That's all gentlemen, off you go!
Gentlemen, the doctor is visiting.
Mr. Le Roy, you seem
to have recovered well.
You can soon be discharged.
So then young man! I get the impression
you're doing a lot better
and does your arm still hurt?
-A bit doctor.
-It's healed well!
You shouldn't attempt suicide at your age.
The good Lord punished you.
Cut him some slack, Mother.
He is still injured.
It's his soul that is damaged.
I treated brave young soldiers
during the war
and they could have complained
but not him.
This afternoon, we will remove your cast
and you can walk.
Thanks, doctor!
-May I?
-Of course!
Ah, Madame Bovary!
That's a wonderful book.
A wonderful book, please!
It's just another book about adultery!
I forbid patients to read such rubbish
in my hospital.
Come on, Mother!
-Sister Beatrice?
-Yes.
Make sure you help this Antichrist
to the laundry room.
Make sure you don't catch him
reading pornographic books
or movie magazines.
Your hair has grown back fast,
my little Simon.
This place has changed me.
At the barracks they shave it off.
They'll re-shave it.
When you go back?
You're still here for a month,
don't think about that, Simon.
Yes, miss.
Call me sister.
For the last time, call me sister.
-I've tried but I never remember.
-Lord, how pig-headed!
I'll end up listening to mother
and I'll get mad with you.
Are you sad, Simon?
No mi… sister.
I managed to get this back for you.
Make sure
Mother Superior doesn't catch you out.
-Here you go.
-Thanks.
You will be able to read now,
Mother Superior is asleep.
-Goodnight, everyone.
-Goodnight, Sister Beatrice.
Do you believe in God, Simon?
No miss!
And yet you are Catholic?
It's what my parents wanted
like everything else.
But why don't you believe in God?
It's hard to explain.
Who do you believe in then, Simon?
Or what rather?
Not a lot,
apart from I believe in you, miss,
and I'd do anything for you.
Without thinking twice.
Well I'd like to ask you something.
Promise me you'll never do
what you attempted to do, ever again.
What, miss?
Wanting to kill yourself.
Promise me.
You couldn't understand.
I've been living a life I hate
for four years.
I started at the age of 13.
My parents told me
it was like any other school
but the only difference is
you don't have to pay.
I'm about to turn 17
and I've a year left, and then
five years' service to repay the state.
That's not fair, is it?
I understand, Simon.
But swear you will never do it again.
Simon, look at me.
Swear to me!
You truly want me to?
Swear to me!
I swear!
All right, Simon?
I'm leaving tomorrow, miss.
I'd have liked to say bye.
I know.
Go into the dressing room, I'll join you.
I'll miss you a lot, Simon.
I will think about you a lot.
Now you need to sleep
because of Mother Superior.
Goodbye, Simon,
and may God protect you
more than anyone else
as you doubt His existence.
Simon,
we mustn't do this.
I will never forget you.
Will you come back?
Every Sunday.
Go on then.
Simon,
you can't ever see me again.
Ever!
Miss.
Never, Simon, promise me.
You're annoyed with me, you're mad at me?
Quite the opposite! That's why you mustn't
see me again, promise me.
I promise.
So then, Chalume,
is it true you are a virgin?
Yes, that's true! What does that prove?
It proves you go mouthing off, but I bet
you've never been to a brothel
even just for a drink!
That's also true, so, are you happy?
You hear that guys, Chalume hasn't
had his wicked way with anyone!
You're pretty weak for an anarchist.
You mouth off round here.
Yes, I do.
Have you seen your big gob?
Have you seen it? I'll show you it.
Look at that, my God.
Look at your ugly mug, Petrus.
Look at your ugly mug!
Rub cream into it, gel your hair back.
You'll always have a military
moronic ugly mug!
You lousy maid screwing brothel barfly!
No Petrus! I'll tell you something,
you've never made love either
as all you've done is screw around.
You'll be going to Limoges on Saturday
for a serious medical appointment
with a psychologist
from a military hospital.
I'm not ill, Commander.
That's not the opinion
of Marshall Thibaudeau,
the other officers and a number
of your comrades.
So you will go to the appointment.
If you're declared mad,
you will leave the school
and most likely the army.
I don't think anything could be
better for you.
Not under those circumstances.
I'll leave the army
but with a healthy body and mind.
I can prove that I am completely lucid.
How is that, young hothead?
By working,
ranking high
and trying to be among the best.
I'm sure I can do it.
How curious!
In a word, do as you please,
whether it's for good or bad.
You are a nasty piece of work, Chalumot!
Okay, but this is your last shot.
But I warn you, any slight slip-up
and I'll send you off escorted
to Limoges, understood?
Yes, Commander.
And another piece of advice,
read less Shakespeare, Molière
and Stendhal.
Reading all of those
have an awful effect on you.
Instead work on science, math
and above all history,
in particular, military history
which you are really weak at.
See, you have a lot on your plate.
Now clear off.
Here he is, Chalume the nutter.
He seems to have woken up this morning.
What did you say? Repeat it?
He's right. Chalumot could be dangerous.
Let's put him in a cage.
He's been chilled out for three months
but you can never trust nutcases.
He needs a straitjacket.
He could be dangerous.
Go on, repeat what you said!
I'll tell on you
to the sergeant.
What will you tell him?
You better watch out, you pea brain!
What's all of this? Gentlemen,
quieten down, please.
I understand you are impatient
to know
the result of your essay but even so.
Let it drop Gelpoux, they are real jerks.
Thanks anyway!
Sit down.
Robillard, good work
but watch your spelling.
Braval, fourth: 14 out of 20,
that's good.
But you underestimated the role
of General Joffre.
Chalumot:
third! You have truly surprised me.
The Battle of The Marne gave you wings.
Mr. Chalumot:
15 out of 20. Congratulations.
Commander, where is the commander?
It's fine, we'll all stay here!
Too bad!
We must cross the barricade right away.
Hey, Bruno!
Will you show me how it works?
Shh! After the film…
Attack!
THE END
A few days away from the results,
I decided to gift you
with the screening of this
wonderful patriotic film.
I asked your French teacher,
Mr. Brizoulet,
to ask you to write a dissertation
on this film.
As a reward, the three best will be able
to exceptionally dine
in the officers' mess hall.
Thanks, gentlemen.
Young Braval will go far
but tell me this, my dear Brizoulet,
I've not seen the copy
of your protégé's work?
I'd prefer not to show you
Chalumot's work.
Please, show me the masterpiece!
I HATE YOUR WAR
It's clear and precise.
For a top French student
it's lacking in development,
don't you think?
I don't think he reacted
with bad intentions
or in an attempt to be contrary.
No doubt he decided
to give up the reward
to one of his comrades.
Don't bother trying
to convince me, Mr. Brizoulet.
After all,
I'm happy he isn't one
of the top students.
It would have been hard for me
to see him sat by the officers.
We'll leave it there.
Chalume, Chalumot! You're 20th
and Braval got less than you,
you got 14 on average!
What did you get?
I came 62nd.
-Do you smoke now?
-A bit!
You're lucky, you can choose.
20th! Where do you want to go?
Versailles regiment.
Tank or engineer?
I don't care.
It's just it is near Paris.
Then I could go to the movies.
Your dad will be happy.
Plus if we go to war like they say,
you would end up as a corporal.
I'll stay in my hole in Perpet.
You'll be better off in your hole
than at war!
Fall in!
On my command, attention!
You have just found out
your end of school results.
You should normally choose
your advanced training center now,
according to your ranking.
But current events have changed this.
War has just broken out
and we are all being enlisted.
Upon orders of the minister,
the youth troops that are old enough
to be enlisted
will be sent to regiments
corresponding to their training.
What do you think?
I want to go on a massive blowout.
We just have time before we go.
Coming Chalume?
I'm not hungry.
What if we went to the movies?
What do you think?
No guys. I'll meet you at the station.
I have someone to see.
Come with us!
Come on, Chalume!
What's got into him today?
Excuse me, miss,
know where I can find Sister Beatrice?
No, I'm new here
but I can perhaps find out.
What are you doing here, Mr. Chalumot?
I'm looking for Sister Beatrice.
No doubt. Why, may I ask?
I'm heading off to the Maginot line.
So I just wanted to say goodbye.
Sister Beatrice left to go
to a military hospital
on the front line, upon her request.
Tell me where she is?
It's pointless you insisting,
if you don't go immediately,
I will call your superiors.
Ask the center's messenger,
there is general mobilization!
Corporal, your papers please?
Where are you off to?
The train awaits!
I was just going.
The station's that way.
Simon, oh yes!
Your train leaves in an hour.
Come on, we'll accompany you!
In case you want to get lost.
It's funny, many are getting lost!
What were you doing? Hurry up!
Go on, Corporal! No funny business, okay!
Yeah, it'll all be fine!
Is there a free seat?
-You can see there are eight of us.
-Sorry!
Is there a seat in here?
Yeah there is! Hello guys!
-Hi!
-All off to the Maginot line?
Yeah, but all in different fields!
That's unfortunate if you're buddies, eh?
-Want a sip?
-He never drinks!
You can tell he never drinks!
Just a small drop, thanks!
Think about your buddies, eh!
-Want some?
-Thanks!
Alright? Hey, are you okay?
Want another drop?
-Hi guys!
-Hi!
This is great, Corporal,
it covers the other bunker's fire!
It's excellent, Corporal!
The commander isn't exactly
one of your biggest fans
but keep it up to get
a commendation in the regiment order!
Thanks, Captain, but it's not worth it.
Ah, I spoke to the commander
about your cinema club idea.
He is fine with the idea
but doesn't want you to run it.
So we will re-discuss it
at your billeting.
Okay.
For the billeting,
don't be too zealous, Chalumot!
Oh, there's no danger of that, Captain.
You know we're all a bit bored here,
nothing ever happens.
Are you complaining?
No, Captain. Just making an observation.
The Germans are crushing the Polish
and here it's dead quiet.
On the hill opposite,
there is an artillery barrage
nearly every day at this time.
But it doesn't last very long!
Did you clean these rooms?
Yes, Captain!
You're a funny joker, Corporal.
You're the first nice anarchist I've met.
I was told you went out on patrol
without your ammunition.
If that's true I'll put you on a fizzer.
I always forget them, Captain!
Stop messing about, Chalumot!
I won't tell you again!
You know, I'd like to watch your movies
if you ever make any!
Perhaps you'd be talented at it.
Hey guys, grub's up!
Come over here, Corporal!
We'll sit in the corner
by the fire like at home.
We've a cushy seat here!
It's warm, isn't it?
It does you good!
Foucart, you were lucky to work
on the movies!
How do you get into a movie-making crew?
You know, Corporal,
I'm more of a tech guy,
not a Renoir, so advice-wise…
It's still really great!
Yeah, it's fun, it's great,
but it's tough.
Especially for what you want to do:
directing.
It's really hard to do it.
But work hard and you'll get there
because you have it in you.
After this damn war
I'll introduce you to my head tech guy,
Bébert.
He knows everyone,
he's even chatted to Gabin!
Foucart?
Corporal?
You know, I'd love that,
I'd truly love it.
Don't worry, Simon.
To start with we'll find you a showy job,
a role as master corporal, for example.
You'll see, it'll work!
I met a young guy like you,
he's come a long way.
Know who it is? Marcel Carné. So you see!
Hide!
Alright, Foucart?
Come on guys, advance,
hide behind the tank.
No!
No!
Stop! Good God, stop!
He can't hear!
He can't hear, Corporal.
Stop!
Corporal, the nurses will arrive
in 30 minutes.
That's too late, now or he will die!
No way, the second section
was hit, we've injured men.
So they are prioritizing their care.
We must do something right now!
Know where the rural hospital is,
Chalumot?
More or less, yes!
Take my car and go there!
Foucart load him into the car.
Come on guys, hurry it up.
Thanks, Captain!
Don't get too excited.
I'm afraid we'll see many more injured.
Make sure you take good care of my car.
Heading for?
The military hospital. Is it far?
You can't get through.
The Germans have launched an attack.
-Wait for it to die down.
-Thanks.
Son of a regular sub-officer,
young Simon Chalumot
was sent out to fight early
and enlisted in the youth troop.
His exemplary behavior
has earned a commendation
from his superiors.
He had just joined our regiment
and everyone liked him.
Simon Chalumot,
first sub-officer killed
on the Maginot line,
died for France.
He is the epitome of bravery and heroism.
Mowed down by the artillery
when driving a German soldier
to our infirmary,
Corporal Chalumot took it upon himself
to carry out the French army's
traditions of gallantry!
As decided by the commandant-general
of the division,
Corporal Chalumot will be mentioned
in dispatches by his division
and put forward for a military medal
so that
his memory will stay etched
in our memories
and in those of the youths
who will join our military schools
just like he did.
Sergeant Major Chalumot,
your son died for the army.
The army salutes him.
When I think he could have been officer.
The little sod.
Present arms!
Subtitle translation by: Fiona Tindale
"On the trails of France and Navarra",
Start in three.
One, two, three!
On the trails of France and Navarra
A soldier sings, carrying paraphernalia
A song which is
Both traditional and peculiar
With a chorus which goes:
Long live cheap wine!
One, two!
Cheap wine is also known as plonk
Did you know?
-Right turn! Right!
-It warms you up wherever you may go!
Come on soldier!
Fill my quarter-liter carafe up
Long live plonk
Long live cheap wine in my cup!
In the desert
It is said the dromedary camel
Is never thirsty you see, but it's just
As legend has it between you and me
If it doesn't drink it's because
It only has clear water, don't you think?
It'd drink up if it had cheap wine
Then it would be fine!
Plonk! One, two!
Cheap wine is known as plonk, you know!
It warms you up, wherever you may go
Come on soldier
Fill up my quarter-liter carafe
Long live cheap wine!
Long live plonk in my cup!
Attention! March to the right! Right!
One, two,
one, two!
Keep in line! Head up!
Order on the right!
One, two.
Company halt!
Column, hand salute. Stand to attention!
Right turn! Right!
Left turn! Left!
Now, like at the Battle of Verdun
show some spirit, goddammit!
You'd think you were all puritans!
Put your all into your singing.
It's an excellent song,
which you must proudly break into
remembering the glorious sacrifice
of our WWI soldiers at Verdun.
If any of you are pretending
to open your mouths to sing,
I have my eye on you.
Attention!
Forward march!
One, two, one, two, three, four.
But all of a sudden, the Gallic rooster
On a rooftop goes cock-a-doodle-doo
As if to say stand up little soldiers
I can see you!
The sun shines, cannons thunder all around
Young heroes
Here a great battle can be found
The battle of Verdun
As victorious as can be…
Right, left!
Where a piecing cry sounds out you see
Carried by the echoes of the dead
On the Meuse's banks where blood was shed
Halt!
Watch your heads don't drop!
Extend your arms!
No more disdain or arrogance, phew!
Off you flee barbarians and lackeys too…
Louder!
One, two!
Chalumot! I can't hear you!
It's that Chalumot again.
I only ever hear about him.
That boy must really be headstrong.
Company, halt!
Sergeant.
Yes, Commander!
Go and get me Chalumot!
Chalumot, leave the ranks!
Present yourself to the commander.
Who are you?
Chalumot, Commander!
You've not been taught
how to present yourself officially?
Go back and then present yourself
like a soldier.
Student Chalumot! First section!
Regimental number 2,154, sir!
So you don't wish to sing, Chalumot?
Why is that, please?
Come on be honest! You know
I like brave boys.
I don't like these songs.
Plus to sing you have to feel happy.
And you're not happy, Chalumot?
Explain yourself. Why aren't you happy?
I'm listening.
Because of life here, Commander!
I didn't ask to join the youth troop.
-My dad sent me here!
-Enough!
Your attitude confirms
your superiors' accounts.
But you will give in, Chalumot!
You will cave!
I give you my word.
-Sergeant Billotet!
-Yes, Commander?
Put this individual
in detention for a fortnight.
Also send him back to the barber,
I think his hair is too long.
Here it's like being
in the French Foreign Legion.
March or die! Back in line!
Company,
forward, march!
One, two.
8 NOVEMBER 1937
ANDELYS MILITARY PREP SCHOOL
Baptiste isn't fat, he's just well-built.
Hurry, Chalumot!
You're way too slow, buddy!
Pass me your plates.
Go ahead, Pouliquen! Asshole…
I don't want to do table duty,
I told the sergeant.
You wanted to be served, well here you go!
You'll pay for that.
Where are you off to, Chalumot?
I'm getting some air,
I can't do table duty.
They are never happy.
Go ahead Chalumot, do without food,
that'll do you good.
Silence!
Okay? I brought you an apple.
No thanks, I'm not hungry.
Their apples are gross anyway.
Where is Lepage?
He is on duty. What are you reading?
As you can see, it's a letter.
Want to read it to me?
Gelpoux, letters are personal.
Of course, it's just that I never get any.
Is it from your parents?
No…
It's a letter from my fiancée.
How did you manage to get that?
She signed it as if she were my aunt.
What's your fiancée's name?
Zezette, so she signs it aunt Zezette.
Zezette is a pretty name.
You'll get married?
I'd love to,
but she wants me to be an officer.
Is she pretty?
I'm going to see her over Christmas.
We'll go to the movies,
she's a fan like me.
Pouliquen's coming!
You treated me like an idiot earlier!
Explain yourself.
Leave him! No fighting.
Shut your mouth!
Chickening out, big mouth?
Come fight me behind the john.
I've been waiting for this for ages.
22, the sergeant is here.
Stand up now!
You know fighting is forbidden!
Who started it?
I did, sergeant!
Well, you are both responsible.
Chalumot you mustn't fight or you'll be
in detention for Christmas.
Pouliquen, you're on john cleaning duty.
I will inform your parents.
Go on, get to it!
I'm sorry, Chalumot.
You're a big jerk!
He was meant to see his fiancée!
Hey Chalumot, what are you thinking about?
Don't worry, we'll get through.
What are you doing here?
I need you to take me to Paris
or else I'm screwed.
-Come on, get in then.
-Come on in.
It's like a school but for the military.
We do drills all day
and the officers are harsh.
-Who enrolled you in that?
-My father.
Hear that Fernand!
There are some really sick guys
on this planet.
Sending your kid to the barracks.
As if there weren't enough soldiers!
We'll unload at the covered market
and we'll say a few words to your dad.
No, you mustn't.
Drive me to Paris, then I'll handle it.
What will you do?
My godfather lives in the country
in Brévieux. He likes me, he'll help.
I have a girlfriend, Zezette.
-She writes every month.
-Got any cash?
No, you can't earn at the school
but I'll see Zezette in Reims,
then I'll buy a truck, like you.
Do you think everyone is like us?
We don't like the army.
Here, take this. This is for you.
No, thanks.
Take it, kiddo,
it's from the goodness of our hearts.
Hey little guy,
don't drink all that water.
It'll make you ill.
Come on, let's go drink a coffee.
One coffee, two white wines.
This will warm us up.
Cheers to you, my boy.
Feels good!
Want a croissant?
Do you have children?
Marcel has two daughters.
They're lucky.
Tasty? Have another!
No thanks, I need to go.
-How much do I owe?
-A franc!
Don't forget. You know where to find us.
Yes.
See you, kiddo!
-Bye, Marcel.
-Bye!
Bye!
Come on, old boy!
Zezette!
Simon!
Are you on leave?
No.
I ran away from school,
I couldn't take it anymore.
They tore up my cinema magazines
you gave me.
They shaved my head again,
I was beaten up, deprived of my vacation.
I can't stand it.
You ran away?
Yes, but you mustn't be mad.
Are you going to your parents'?
No way! You know my dad.
I need civilian clothes,
so I thought maybe you could--
Well, I don't know. I'll try.
Wait for me here! I'll go look.
What are you doing?
Trying on my suits now?
Will you answer me?
It's for a school play, Dad…
What's all this about?
I didn't know Simon was in theater!
So it's for him? It's for Chalumot?
What is he doing here?
What's going on? Zezette?
Your daughter is lying!
Well, not under my roof!
Don't move and don't argue. Hands, Simon.
Your dad will be disgusted.
Come on then!
I wasn't a cop for 20 years for nothing!
I still have good instincts.
I've things to be doing now.
Thank you, Camparois.
You've kept your sense of duty.
Don't worry, he won't enjoy this
for long. I'm taking him back.
A retired policeman never goes off duty!
I hope we'll see you again soon
anyway, Simon.
But next time with your stripes.
You know, the army is all there is.
Simon, why did you do this?
Drink up.
Come on, drink up.
Want me to tell Zezette something?
No handcuffs, what will people say?
I don't give a damn!
All I know is we've made huge sacrifices
so he can become someone,
and he deserts! Good God!
There's a train at 8:10 p.m. Let's hurry.
If we have to sleep at the station
in Paris, so be it!
That doesn't scare me!
Come on, get up. Get up!
Put his beret on properly,
I'm ashamed enough!
Look, there's Chalumot with his dad!
Don't you hear the Marseillaise?
Must I remind you to salute!
I can't because of my handcuffs.
I'm so ashamed of you.
Commander, have you seen behind you?
You brought your son back?
Yes, sir!
The police have been informed,
they'd have found him soon.
Commander, I request the honor
of speaking with the school's major.
Fine, follow me.
Mr. Chalumot, as a father and an officer,
I can imagine your grief.
That said, I cannot take your son back,
the rules are formal:
in the incredibly rare event
a student runs away,
he is struck from the ranks.
Your son is, how can I put it?
An anarchist!
Right, Des Aubelles?
That's correct, Commander!
Furthermore, student Chalumot
doesn't deserve mercy or a special favor.
He is an example of disobedience,
rebellion
and anarchy, as you said, Commander.
I regret having to tell you, Mr. Chalumot,
but that's how it is.
We cannot set a precedent.
I completely understand, Commander,
but Simon isn't all bad.
He came top in the canton
for his school grades.
Take me home, Dad, I'm not happy here.
Shut up!
Sergeant Major, enough!
Des Aubelles, send young Chalumot
to the infirmary,
make sure no student sees him.
Wipe your face, you disgrace!
Wipe your face, Chalumot!
You'll soil your uniform!
Commander,
here are the keys to the handcuffs.
The scumbag!
Come now, Mr. Chalumot.
Calm yourself.
We'll see if there's a way,
given your service record,
which I'm familiar with,
to satisfy your sense of duty.
France owes you that.
I will honor the glorious ribbons
that hung from your lapel.
Thank you, Commander.
You're saving me and his mom.
I'm glad.
She'd die of shame, poor woman!
Before you leave, would you like
to embrace your son?
Oh no!
I'd be unable to contain my rage, sir.
I'd like just one more favor, Commander.
What's that?
Don't let him go on leave.
Make him stay here, at school,
and don't go easy on him anymore.
Thank you, Commander!
Lepage: 14!
Lepage is making progress. Every bit
of progress should be highlighted.
Lepage, the only way is up.
Baptiste: a surprise 15!
Fifteen is good but
when I read your text I was ashamed.
Work on your writing,
as calligraphy is very important.
It's very important for a sub-officer,
then you can calligraph all of your work!
Calligraphy is a key element of being
a sub-officer.
-Alongside?
-Discipline.
Excellent! Chalumot!
Chalumot you got 16.
You did the best work, Chalumot!
Well done! I've given you a 16.
Aren't you happy?
I don't understand you, Chalumot!
Keep it up and you'll get
a good rank at end of year
and be allowed to go on vacation,
like everyone else.
One, two!
Section one!
Did you see Chalumot's grade?
He's brown-nosing now,
just thinking of his stripes.
Whatever! He doesn't care about rank.
You're jealous
he got a better grade than you.
You did so badly
you won't even be a sub-officer!
-Come on, guys!
-Leave it alone!
Shut up, ass-munch!
Enough, calm down!
Look at the newbies,
they don't even know how to march!
We were like that three years ago.
You're as stupid as those rookies.
It's not nice to make fun of them.
There's no honor in knowing how to march
or do a half turn.
We should pity them.
When they arrive they don't know
they'll suffer three years
under the orders of morons like Billotet.
Degueldre, you like this military life.
You've never known anything else.
You love commanders and captains,
with their shiny medals and decorations.
Well, if it is, you're a dumbass.
Go to the gym right away, Chalumot.
On the double, I'm on your tail.
So then, Chalumot,
not so high and mighty now are we!
Take that hat off, Chalumot.
Come on, put them up, anarchist!
Your speech was an insult
to the French army. Get up!
You don't have a right to hit me.
You insult your comrades!
You know what happens
if I report this to the commander?
Solitary confinement or boxing,
you choose.
What will it be?
I prefer boxing.
Ah boxing, Chalumot, excellent!
Fight back you lazy piece
of crap Communard!
Get up, Chalumot! Stand up now!
Go wash all of that off in the sink.
Make sure you don't leave a single trace!
Attention!
At ease!
The new lieutenant.
Old, new, they all look the same!
On my command, fire!
On my command, fire!
On my command,
fire!
Check your results!
Baptiste, no good!
It's no laughing matter.
Degueldre, you did what you could,
it wasn't enough.
Gelpoux, excellent, great grouping.
Chalumot, where are your bullets?
You deliberately chose
to shoot to the side.
Know what these exercises cost the state?
What's going on, Sergeant?
It's Chalumot, Lieutenant!
He won't shoot the target.
-From day one this student--
-I know!
Come over here, Chalumot.
Student Chalumot, Simon. First section,
number 2,154, Lieutenant.
Are you near-sighted, Chalumot?
-No, Lieutenant.
-So, what then?
I don't like shooting, Lieutenant.
Explain your thoughts, Chalumot?
May I speak frankly?
I'd prefer you did, yes.
Well, I don't like shooting.
I always hated hunting with my godfather.
But you're here
to learn the military profession.
I've had no say in the matter.
Perhaps. Yet during a conflict,
if you don't shoot, the enemy will.
I know, but I still don't like it,
Lieutenant.
That's your point of view, Chalumot.
But keep it to yourself.
Back to your place.
Sergeant,
no sense in worrying.
This student's results are due
to a migraine.
Dispense him of this exercise for eight
days until he gets his strength back.
All assemble at this point!
Three rows now, get in line!
Space out nicely!
Attention!
Forward, march!
One, two.
Quickly!
Maybe you want me to help? Come on!
Carry on, you'll get a piece of my mind.
How much longer?
Three kilometers, keep going Lepage.
I don't care about the exam,
I can't keep going.
I don't give a damn, either.
But if you don't pass, we'll be split up.
Come on, you're my best friend.
Chalumot, faster!
What do you want to be asked?
Hopefully they'll question me
on Charlemagne,
I know my stuff on him!
I want kings!
-Doesn't surprise me!
-Thanks!
So how was it?
Tough, I had Azincourt.
Jeez!
Next. Come on then, Chalumot!
At ease.
Choose one.
OK.
Oh. Chalumot got lucky.
He picked Napoleon as war leader.
We just studied that!
We're listening.
Napoleon Bonaparte was born
in Ajaccio in 1769.
After studying at Brienne military school…
Well, gentlemen, I'm delighted to note
that, as usual,
our results are far better
than civilian establishments!
So, no other issues then?
The eternal issue of Chalumot.
In fact, I believe Bargheloni,
who is in charge of his section,
wishes to speak with you.
Lieutenant, I'm listening.
Commander, student Chalumot
is a rather special case.
You're telling me!
He is far from stupid.
Without the practical trials,
he'd be in the top ten for the exam.
He clearly has a negative reaction
to the army.
Negative! What do you think about it?
-Me?
-Yes.
You know, Commander,
Chalumot is
a particularly intelligent student.
He can't be beaten on questions
about Antiquity or Napoleon.
But when asked about
the last war, for example,
he basically refuses to answer.
It's as if current challenges bother him!
You mean to say, professor,
that Chalumot only appreciates soldiers
when they're dead?
I'm not defending him, Commander,
I'm just saying
it's a rather unusual problem,
a totally unique case.
Actually, Commander, I've observed
a sense of honor in this student,
a rather encouraging candor.
What conclusions do you draw from it?
In all honesty, given his attitude,
I'd say it's best to free him
from his contract in the army.
At his age, he can still find
a job in civilian life.
I share that opinion.
If I understand you rightly gentlemen,
you're suggesting Chalumot
be expelled from school
after just arriving…?
28th, Commander.
28th out of 150 for the end of year exam.
Your reasoning is curious
for an officer, Bargheloni!
A Saint-Cyr graduate?
I am, Commander!
You chose to be in the army, Bargheloni?
Yes, Commander.
This Chalumot boy hates the army,
and yet he's intelligent.
Yes, he is.
No, he's an anarchist-minded youth.
Soviet vermin.
That boy is under subversive influence.
That's the seed that the Popular Front
has planted in today's youths.
And you want him "freed", as you put it!
Well, no way, Lieutenant!
Chalumot will fulfill his duty
in his chosen career.
That's exactly it.
Chalumot didn't choose anything,
his father--
Enough, Lieutenant!
Chalumot will stay in the army.
You'll see, he'll end up thanking us
for being so firm with him.
What do you think, professor?
You're right, Commander!
I hadn't thought of
the Popular Front's influence.
Excellent. So, we agree!
Gentlemen, let's announce the results.
Des Aubelles, make sure his classmate,
what's his name again?
Lepage, Commander!
That's it.
Make sure he's transferred
to another section at Tulle school.
That boy is under Chalumot's influence.
As for you, Lieutenant,
in a few years' time
you'll approve of my action.
Let's go, gentlemen!
Baptiste, Baptiste! Chalumot!
Goodbye, sir!
Chalumot.
-Bye, sir.
-Bye, Gelpoux.
Gelpoux, Lepage,
Andelys' boys, remember: honor
and loyalty. Goodbye, boys.
Robillard is nice!
But I hate that he gave me eight.
You deserved it.
Are you going to the station?
Can I join you? So, they separated you.
You always agree with what they decide,
you must be happy!
Perhaps, but they're harsh!
You'll be alone now, Chalumot!
Pouliquen, when we argued
I called you an asshole.
I was wrong, you're not an asshole,
Pouliquen, you're a victim.
You trying to be mean?
No.
Lepage, at Tulle military school
do Andelys school proud,
make sure you're amongst the best!
Yes, Sergeant.
So, Chalumot, no hard feelings, I hope.
I've met other strong-willed students
like you
and they became excellent officers.
We're all from the same family.
I was also a child of the troops.
I was hard on you, that's a fact.
You'll soon see it's for your own good!
Let's wipe the slate clean.
Should we kiss as well, Sergeant?
I've not forgotten.
I do hope you get
a newbie like me next year
to get your kicks.
Get out before I lock you up!
Thug!
Don't bother, Sergeant. Oh, and screw you!
Scumbag! I hope they make your life
miserable at Tulle!
Sergeant! Sergeant!
I'm really happy. When I get home,
I'll have them all framed.
I'm going to have a nice wood frame made.
My grandma can have it, she'll love it!
I'll put it in the dining room,
it'll be seen more.
True, you must show off things like that.
You're so right, Chalumot.
You're crazy, Chalumot. He's nuts.
That's not the end of it.
Dead Men Standing by Mr. Jacques Pericard
with nice images of WWI soldiers
singing the Marseillaise.
Anyone like it?
I like war stories, Chalume.
You're right. Sold!
Thanks!
We've arrived!
Come on guys, we have to go
or we'll miss the connection.
Tours Station, end of the line!
Travelers changing for Reims,
stay on the same platform.
Look out! The train's about to leave!
See the Prytanée guys' cool uniform?
How cool are they! We can talk to them
on the train!
-Easy does it with my candy!
-I'm going to see the Prytanée guys.
Hey! Watch my paint brushes!
Hi. I'm Degueldre.
We're from Andelys, heading to Tulle.
No need to be arrogant.
You can still be polite.
You're just soldiers like us.
Enough! We've nothing in common.
Keep annoying us we'll file a report
with our commander.
Forget it, Degueldre.
They're assholes!
Ignore them, they're assholes!
With a bit of luck,
you'll look like them one day!
What will you do then?
I'll leave the army as soon as I can.
Simon, time to get up!
-Hi, Mom!
-Hello.
-Is that hot chocolate?
-Yes.
Hurry, your dad hates you
having breakfast in bed.
After you've had it, you must get up.
It's best not to upset him.
Sleep well, soldier?
Yes, Dad!
Hurry up,
we'll both head out to do some shopping.
Get to it!
In uniform, Simon! Okay? In uniform!
Get going!
Thank you, Father.
When I met the colonel in Beirut…
See, he saluted us!
Here's the boy!
-Hello!
-Hello, company!
-Is that your son?
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
-Great.
He's 20, a future officer!
He'll amount to a lot,
especially in writing,
isn't that right, Simon?
Come on then,
I must introduce you to
folk from my department:
Pradier's from the same area
as your dad: Lozère.
Say hello and give him a salute.
Oh no! Don't bother saluting.
-Hello, Simon!
-Hello, sir.
Glad to be home, eh?
Better than acting the fool
at the barracks, right?
Your dad has some strange ideas.
The African sun obviously fried his brain.
Damn Pradier!
Always the same old bullshit!
That clown never changes.
Admit what you're doing makes no sense!
You can't force your kid to be a soldier!
Face it!
You know how I feel,
we've discussed it enough.
I never get on your case
because we're both from Lozère
and I'm a storekeeper,
I have to respect my customer's opinions.
But seeing you come in here with your son
dressed for a carnival drives me mad!
Enough, dammit!
Look, Pradier…
No! I'm not finished!
Don't you realize
you're slowly killing your kid?
Look at him! He's scared.
He's scared of you!
He doesn't dare laugh, sing
or have fun like other kids his age.
You're not his father, Chalumot,
you're his sergeant major.
Well, I've said my piece.
It had to be said. This round's on me.
No. It's over between us.
I'll never set foot in here again.
I'll buy my tobacco elsewhere.
You're a bastard, Pradier!
It was for people with cushy jobs like you
that I took a bullet
at Verdun and Chemin des dames…
You weren't there! You took it easy.
You just fattened yourself up,
lily-livered coward.
We're not going to fight all day, are we?
What does your boy want to drink?
He'll drink a picon like his dad.
It won't hurt him. Right, Simon?
I'd rather not have a picon, Dad.
I'd prefer grenadine.
See?
His mom brings him breakfast in bed
and here's the result!
What do you think?
What? Your kid's on vacation!
Spoil him a bit.
Spoil him?
Know when my first leave was?
Five years after my engagement
in Indochina!
Five years!
What do you have to say about that?
That it's no reason to force your son
to drink picon like you!
Well he won't drink here
and neither will I!
And I'll tell other veterans!
We'll never come here again!
-Stop this nonsense.
-Asshole! Come on, Simon. Let's go.
You want to decide what's best for my son?
You can shove your picon
where the sun don't shine!
-Oh, come on!
-Shut the hell up!
Shut up or I'll lay into you Pradier!
You're a total scumbag.
Know what I think?
You're worse than a German!
Let's go, goddamn it!
Worse than a German!
That Pradier is an asshole. A deserter!
He took advantage,
I couldn't think of good comebacks.
But I'll think of some good comebacks.
Later.
That bastard! He laughed at me!
We'll go back!
Hear me? We'll go back
and let him know what's up,
that scumbag!
-Are you coming?
-Where?
To Pradier's! To tell him.
No.
-Why not?
-Because.
Are you ashamed?
Ashamed of your father?
Just say it. You agree with Pradier?
Come with me, Simon.
Or get the hell out of here. Understood?
I understand, Dad.
You understand what?
That I need to pack my bags!
I'm better off in the country.
Zezette told me to…
Don't bother, Mom.
Why don't you stay at home?
Your father doesn't know how to say it,
but he wanted you with us on vacation.
That's not what he said earlier!
You know your father loves you
deep down, in his own way.
It doesn't matter.
You really don't want to stay?
No, Mom.
I don't know what to tell Dad anymore.
-Will you write to us?
-Yes.
Say hi to Claudius from us.
You're all grown up!
You're like a man now!
Take this. From your dad.
He didn't want me to tell you.
Give your mom a kiss, Simon.
Alright, Simon?
-Fine, uncle!
-Are you well?
Yeah.
-Want a sip?
-No, thank you.
You're no soldier, Simon!
You don't drink.
You constantly read books and papers.
No surprise you and your dad
don't see eye to eye.
The important thing is you're happy.
Let's take this
to be fermented.
You hired help?
This is my nephew, Octavie's son.
The soldier?
Yes, he's on vacation.
This is Francis, my neighbor.
He has a big mouth!
Hello, sir.
Hello, my boy.
So you're your father's son?
Let me tell you, boy,
when I see your sergeant dad,
I always tell him:
"Your job is for lazy slobs.
You don't wake up at five
to wash cows or plough!
While us hillbillies,
as you city folk call us,
work our asses off from morning
until night,
in summer and winter, goddammit!
With all the taxes we pay,
we make you rich,
we put food in your mouths.
What are you good for?
You bunch of lazy slobs!
Nothing!" I told your father,
"Soldiers are the bane of France!"
They disgust me!
Think it's funny?
You're just like your dad!
When your sergeant dad came here,
he kept drinking,
smoking, chatting non-stop about the war!
Give me a light, big mouth!
And leave him be, he has eight days left
of his vacation
so let him enjoy it!
He likes soldiers even less than you,
jerk!
Really!
And me, talking as if to his father!
Come over tonight with Claudius
for a tipple.
If you don't like soldiers,
let's shake on it.
Come on, then, come on!
1 OCTOBER 1938
TULLE MILITARY ACADEMY
-Hi Degueldre! How are you?
-Hello, Chalumot.
-This is Braval.
-Hi, how are you?
Where do I sign up?
Over there, but they're not very nice.
They can't be worse than at Andelys! Bye!
-Pouliquen!
-Hi Chalume!
-How are you?
-Alright.
Silence! Your name?
Chalumot, Simon.
Go into the duty sub-officer's office.
Your records.
So you're Chalumot?
Yes. That's what it says.
It sure does.
You know, we've heard about you.
This place is different.
Stay in line, you'll be fine.
Is that clear?
-Yes, Sergeant!
-Dismissed.
Faster, goddamn it!
Hurry up, faster!
Faster!
Gather near the frame.
Come on!
Okay then.
Now, over the frame.
I'll time you one by one. You!
Must I send you a letter?
Your name is?
Baptiste, Sergeant!
Baptiste! Do you want my foot up your ass?
Understood? Go on then!
I'm scared of heights, Sergeant.
You're here to learn
to overcome your fears.
Don't force him, Sergeant, he has vertigo.
Who sent me a freak like this…
Name?
Chalumot, Sergeant!
Ah, you're Chalumot!
I heard about you!
A hefty record, I believe!
You tried to run away, right?
Yes, Sergeant!
Don't smirk, it's no laughing matter!
Meanwhile, you can start off the course
and set an example for your comrade.
Understood?
Yes, Sergeant.
Off you go.
Not so proud anymore, Chalumot?
Buck up, buttercup!
See?
If Miss Chalumot can do it,
a big man like you can, too.
Go on, Baptiste!
Faster! Hurry!
Move forwards
or I'll give you a reason to!
Come on, a bit more effort
and you'll get there.
Stand up, Baptiste! A bit further!
Get up!
-Shit!
-Damn!
Quick, tell the infirmary!
Okay, Sergeant!
Satisfied, Chalumot?
It's Veillard's fault Baptiste is dead.
His folks may request an inquest.
Baptiste didn't have parents.
He was a ward of the State.
Don't expect an investigation!
There's nothing we can do.
Yes, there is!
What? Nothing.
"The undersigned first section students
ask Captain Maryla to take action
against Veillard
who forced student Baptiste
to climb the frame he fell off,
although he warned him of his vertigo."
I signed it!
Sign it, I'll go to the captain.
United, we have power.
-Too risky!
-I'm out.
If we do nothing now, this will continue.
-They won't do anything. I'm not signing.
-Yeah, he's right.
-I'll sign! You chicken?
-No.
Whiners with no balls.
Anyway, I don't care if I lose my stripes.
Are we decided, then?
Don't do it, it's pointless!
Leave me alone!
COMMANDER MARYLA'S OFFICE
Come in.
You wanted to see me, Chalumot?
Be clear and concise, I'm listening.
Captain, it's about Baptiste's death.
It was an accident!
A regrettable accident. What about it?
It wasn't an accident, Captain.
What do you mean?
Sergeant major Veillard forced Baptiste
to climb the frame.
Baptiste was terrified, he had vertigo,
understand, Captain?
Sergeant Veillard forced him to do it.
I witnessed it.
He doesn't have the right to do that.
It's in the school's rules!
Enough, Chalumot!
I won't tolerate slander of officers,
particularly Sergeant Veillard,
who is a remarkable leader.
Chalumot, Baptiste was the victim
of an accident!
Proof!
You tried getting your comrades to sign
a petition accusing Sergeant Veillard,
but they refused.
Enough! Hear me, Chalumot?
Some advice for you: fall in line
and don't bother me again
with your drivel!
You snot-nosed shit! Goddamn it!
If you'd seen me
in the French Foreign Legion,
in Sidi Bel Abbès.
They knew how to train men there!
I have no hope to offer you.
And to begin with, no furloughs for you
for a month. Dismissed!
Chalumot!
Captain.
You haven't written to your parents
for months.
Could you tell me why you treat
your mother and father in such a way?
I can't hear you?
I've nothing to tell them, Captain.
Chalumot, you are
most definitely a monster!
A monster who refuses to write
to his parents.
They don't love me.
There's no point in writing.
Not even your parents love you!
No one, Chalumot! No one!
You will write a long letter
to your parents.
Is that clear?
Or I'll send you to the hole!
I'd rather go to prison, Captain.
You'll write to your parents
and go to the hole. Get out!
Here, Chalume, you didn't eat.
Have some chocolate.
Of course, good old Molière had issues.
With the Church,
the courts, even the king.
Above all, his friends, family.
So one of his main plays,
written in 1664,
wasn't performed publicly until 1669.
And it was immediately banned. So then,
who can tell me the name
of the masterpiece
by Mr. Jean-Baptiste Poquelin?
With Elvire, Orgon…
Tartuffe, sir.
Well done!
If you like, we will study
that play together.
We will ask Chalumot to do us the honor
of recounting what happens
in the play he will see
on Sunday as he came top in French.
A Parisian troupe will perform it
at Tulle.
I can't on Sunday, I'm in detention!
Again!
What was the reason this time?
It was Sergeant Veillard, sir.
So then,
what happened with dear Veillard?
He was annoyed, sir.
He spoke to him like out of a book.
Explain yourself! What the devil?
Well, sir. Chalumot spoke to the sergeant
like a poet!
Yes, that was it, sir! He spoke in verse.
For example?
"I'm sorry, Sergeant, I have to say
I didn't make my bed the right way!"
Not bad! Another example?
"Sergeant, I'm in pain
I'm off to the loo
I ate too many beans
I need a poo"
So you are a victim
of your love for poetry.
That's not a crime.
I'll speak with the military authorities.
Detained
for being a poet.
Sir,
Chalumot's written something.
Mind your own business!
So then Chalumot,
clearly you're hiding your talent from me!
Braval, explain yourself.
What has your comrade written?
Well, sir,
Chalumot has written a screenplay,
a whole notebook.
It's called The Mercenary.
He wants to make movies.
Okay, back to Molière. Take notes.
Chalumot,
I'd like to read your script, seriously.
Unless you'd rather I didn't?
It's not that, sir… But it's no good.
I've never read a real script you see.
We'll discuss it on Sunday!
Gentlemen, contemplate this famous quote:
"Laughter makes us human."
Then, acquitted of this initial duty,
as it has been handed over to another
who will need to fill the role for us
so with some beautiful nuptials,
they can honor the passion
of a generous and sincere lover in Valère.
That was great, sir!
True.
Would you like more pie, Mr. Chalumot?
I'll gladly have some more!
I'd like a bit more too, please.
Thank you.
Did you like the theater, Chalumot?
Yes, sir! It was almost as good
as going to the movies.
I read your script, Chalumot!
I know nothing about movies,
but your text was packed full of ideas.
Truly.
Ever read All Quiet on The Western Front?
No, sir.
Curious. Your screenplay
in some ways resembles
the book by Maria Remarque.
Here, have this.
But careful, Chalumot.
Reading such books
and your passion for cinema
are not to Captain Maryla's liking.
Try… to tone it down.
I mean, with your superiors. Take it easy.
Easy to say.
I know. It's not easy.
But hold on, Chalumot.
At the end lies freedom.
I'm sure you'll
get a second chance at life.
I will try, sir. And thank you.
For what?
For the theater, for this invitation,
for the cakes, for the book…
For everything.
Well it's time we get going,
you mustn't be late,
the Captain would never forgive me.
Goodbye, ma'am. Thank you for everything.
Some Sunday in the future,
come and have lunch,
we'll have time to chat.
Would you like that?
Of course, sir!
See you soon, Simon!
Goodbye, sir. And thanks again.
Goodnight!
IN MEMORY OF FORMER STUDENTS
WHO DIED FOR THEIR HOMELAND
So then, Chalumot,
I don't know what you're plotting,
but in recent weeks
you've kept your head down.
Keep it up and
you'll spend Easter with your parents.
I don't know, Sergeant.
About what?
If my parents would take me in, Sergeant.
In any case, keep staying in line.
Finish up here, then do the shitters.
Yes, Sergeant.
Okay? Not too tough I hope.
I brought On the Western Front.
It's really brilliant.
I think it's a movie too.
I bet it's great.
I prefer books.
When I get out of the army,
I'd like to work in a bookshop.
I'd put this on display, I love it.
I told Braval about it. He's interested.
I'll give it to him.
Make sure it doesn't get around too much.
You never know with Veillard.
Silence!
Chalumot, to the Captain's office.
Hurry!
Chalume is in trouble again.
ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT
To think your superiors
thought they'd succeeded!
But crocodiles sleep with one eye open.
You've overstepped the mark, this time.
A German book,
and from what I read, it insults the army,
it ridicules it
with the aim of inciting youths
to rebel and revolt! Wonderful!
Your dad fought the Krauts in 1914!
Lucky your comrades
aren't scumbags like you.
Mention Braval's merit
for what he did at roll call.
As for you, Chalumot,
I won't go easy on you. Unless…
Tell me who gave you this book.
I can't remember.
You'll do eight days in the hole
to refresh your memory!
You're a bastard, Chalumot!
Did you know that?
No, Captain!
I didn't think it was forbidden
to read this book.
It's sold all over town, it's even a film.
Civilian life and military life
are two totally different things!
Nothing should interest you
outside of the barracks.
Personally, I'd like to crush
every future revolutionary,
ringleader and rebel.
I'll ask the colonel
to ban the sale of this rubbish in town.
Now get out of here!
As for this filthy rag,
here!
Chalume, it's me, Pouliquen.
I brought some food.
I also got you some smokes and chocolate.
Careful, I don't want to get caught.
Chalumot's rations, Sergeant.
Come through!
Keep your spirits up, Chalume!
In three weeks it's vacation.
Thanks Pouliquen!
Fire!
Reload!
On my command, fire!
-Reload!
-Faster!
Hurry up! Faster!
Rally near the frame!
These boys seem in top form and happy,
isn't that right, sir?
How long do they spend at Tulle?
Two years, Deputy!
Oh! Then what?
They're placed with a unit
for a few months
then join a regiment for four years
as a sub-officer.
Colonel, will we get a chance
to talk to these youngsters?
As you wish, you can chat
to three sections of the second year.
Colonel, isn't this a bit dangerous
for these youngsters?
No.
-Fire!
-Don't you want a hand perhaps?
We should tell the deputies
what goes on here.
How wonderful youth is, Colonel!
Definitely, Deputy.
He said he'd speak to the deputies,
to complain about the superiors,
Sergeant Veillard and even…
Go on, Braval. Continue.
Even you, Captain!
Good work, Braval. Well done!
By telling us this, you have done
the army and your school proud.
You deserve your stripes. Don't worry.
Chalumot will pay. Go on, Braval.
Attention!
Future sub-officers
and officers of our great army,
I salute you on behalf of the nation.
From your ranks will emerge future leaders
and victorious generals.
We all know the German beast
is snarling at our borders.
We also know that when the time comes…
Chalume's in the first section's last row
how weird!
Look out!
…with the same heroism
as your glorious elders.
Long live the French army,
its superiors and young troops!
Now, with your superiors' consent,
right, Colonel,
we'd like to hear some of you
speak freely.
We'll pass on your concerns
to the chamber.
Those who wish to
speak to the deputies, raise your hand.
Yes.
I'd like to know why when we go into town
we see papers attacking
the army, our superiors?
Brown-noser!
Young man, your question is justified.
Traitors of our motherland
are leading campaigns against the army.
But I assure you,
harsh measures will be taken
to crack down on such actions.
Absolutely!
Any other questions?
No other questions?
I got tossed out of the dorm.
Thibaudeau's raiding it,
searching everywhere, even under beds!
Where are you going?
I'm sure it's to do with me!
What are you doing here?
You know you can't come
to your room after roll call?
Get out!
Want me to throw you
downstairs at full speed?
Give me that suitcase.
No.
It's mine
and it holds books
Mr. Brizoulet gave to me.
I don't want them confiscated, damaged.
They're not dirty books are they?
No, they're not erotica or porn,
they're study books.
Drop that or you'll be in serious trouble!
I'm not used to students
defying me, understood?
For the last time, drop that, or else…
No! You don't have the right to hit me.
That's all you lot ever think about.
Always hitting and beating!
I'll teach you, you brat!
Don't come any closer!
You can't rattle me!
You're too much of a coward to jump.
Coward! You're the coward!
You abuse your stripes.
It's not me! I didn't want be here,
my parents sent me!
Enough of this comic spectacle!
Get down now, that's an order.
No, I've had enough! I'm done!
I've had enough of you,
this school, my parents!
Come any closer and I'll jump!
No, you won't.
You're wrong.
You're coming round now.
Mr. Brizoulet.
I'm here, Simon.
Would you like anything?
For you to put my books away safe.
Call it done, Simon.
Don't worry.
Take him off! Hurry.
Don't stay here, get to class!
I'll come to the hospital
to chat to you soon.
Stay strong, young lad!
Hurry it up!
Tell your students
it is officially forbidden
to discuss this with anyone.
Say you'll be checking their letters.
As for you, Thibaudeau, come with me.
I have some instructions for your report.
That's all gentlemen, off you go!
Gentlemen, the doctor is visiting.
Mr. Le Roy, you seem
to have recovered well.
You can soon be discharged.
So then young man! I get the impression
you're doing a lot better
and does your arm still hurt?
-A bit doctor.
-It's healed well!
You shouldn't attempt suicide at your age.
The good Lord punished you.
Cut him some slack, Mother.
He is still injured.
It's his soul that is damaged.
I treated brave young soldiers
during the war
and they could have complained
but not him.
This afternoon, we will remove your cast
and you can walk.
Thanks, doctor!
-May I?
-Of course!
Ah, Madame Bovary!
That's a wonderful book.
A wonderful book, please!
It's just another book about adultery!
I forbid patients to read such rubbish
in my hospital.
Come on, Mother!
-Sister Beatrice?
-Yes.
Make sure you help this Antichrist
to the laundry room.
Make sure you don't catch him
reading pornographic books
or movie magazines.
Your hair has grown back fast,
my little Simon.
This place has changed me.
At the barracks they shave it off.
They'll re-shave it.
When you go back?
You're still here for a month,
don't think about that, Simon.
Yes, miss.
Call me sister.
For the last time, call me sister.
-I've tried but I never remember.
-Lord, how pig-headed!
I'll end up listening to mother
and I'll get mad with you.
Are you sad, Simon?
No mi… sister.
I managed to get this back for you.
Make sure
Mother Superior doesn't catch you out.
-Here you go.
-Thanks.
You will be able to read now,
Mother Superior is asleep.
-Goodnight, everyone.
-Goodnight, Sister Beatrice.
Do you believe in God, Simon?
No miss!
And yet you are Catholic?
It's what my parents wanted
like everything else.
But why don't you believe in God?
It's hard to explain.
Who do you believe in then, Simon?
Or what rather?
Not a lot,
apart from I believe in you, miss,
and I'd do anything for you.
Without thinking twice.
Well I'd like to ask you something.
Promise me you'll never do
what you attempted to do, ever again.
What, miss?
Wanting to kill yourself.
Promise me.
You couldn't understand.
I've been living a life I hate
for four years.
I started at the age of 13.
My parents told me
it was like any other school
but the only difference is
you don't have to pay.
I'm about to turn 17
and I've a year left, and then
five years' service to repay the state.
That's not fair, is it?
I understand, Simon.
But swear you will never do it again.
Simon, look at me.
Swear to me!
You truly want me to?
Swear to me!
I swear!
All right, Simon?
I'm leaving tomorrow, miss.
I'd have liked to say bye.
I know.
Go into the dressing room, I'll join you.
I'll miss you a lot, Simon.
I will think about you a lot.
Now you need to sleep
because of Mother Superior.
Goodbye, Simon,
and may God protect you
more than anyone else
as you doubt His existence.
Simon,
we mustn't do this.
I will never forget you.
Will you come back?
Every Sunday.
Go on then.
Simon,
you can't ever see me again.
Ever!
Miss.
Never, Simon, promise me.
You're annoyed with me, you're mad at me?
Quite the opposite! That's why you mustn't
see me again, promise me.
I promise.
So then, Chalume,
is it true you are a virgin?
Yes, that's true! What does that prove?
It proves you go mouthing off, but I bet
you've never been to a brothel
even just for a drink!
That's also true, so, are you happy?
You hear that guys, Chalume hasn't
had his wicked way with anyone!
You're pretty weak for an anarchist.
You mouth off round here.
Yes, I do.
Have you seen your big gob?
Have you seen it? I'll show you it.
Look at that, my God.
Look at your ugly mug, Petrus.
Look at your ugly mug!
Rub cream into it, gel your hair back.
You'll always have a military
moronic ugly mug!
You lousy maid screwing brothel barfly!
No Petrus! I'll tell you something,
you've never made love either
as all you've done is screw around.
You'll be going to Limoges on Saturday
for a serious medical appointment
with a psychologist
from a military hospital.
I'm not ill, Commander.
That's not the opinion
of Marshall Thibaudeau,
the other officers and a number
of your comrades.
So you will go to the appointment.
If you're declared mad,
you will leave the school
and most likely the army.
I don't think anything could be
better for you.
Not under those circumstances.
I'll leave the army
but with a healthy body and mind.
I can prove that I am completely lucid.
How is that, young hothead?
By working,
ranking high
and trying to be among the best.
I'm sure I can do it.
How curious!
In a word, do as you please,
whether it's for good or bad.
You are a nasty piece of work, Chalumot!
Okay, but this is your last shot.
But I warn you, any slight slip-up
and I'll send you off escorted
to Limoges, understood?
Yes, Commander.
And another piece of advice,
read less Shakespeare, Molière
and Stendhal.
Reading all of those
have an awful effect on you.
Instead work on science, math
and above all history,
in particular, military history
which you are really weak at.
See, you have a lot on your plate.
Now clear off.
Here he is, Chalume the nutter.
He seems to have woken up this morning.
What did you say? Repeat it?
He's right. Chalumot could be dangerous.
Let's put him in a cage.
He's been chilled out for three months
but you can never trust nutcases.
He needs a straitjacket.
He could be dangerous.
Go on, repeat what you said!
I'll tell on you
to the sergeant.
What will you tell him?
You better watch out, you pea brain!
What's all of this? Gentlemen,
quieten down, please.
I understand you are impatient
to know
the result of your essay but even so.
Let it drop Gelpoux, they are real jerks.
Thanks anyway!
Sit down.
Robillard, good work
but watch your spelling.
Braval, fourth: 14 out of 20,
that's good.
But you underestimated the role
of General Joffre.
Chalumot:
third! You have truly surprised me.
The Battle of The Marne gave you wings.
Mr. Chalumot:
15 out of 20. Congratulations.
Commander, where is the commander?
It's fine, we'll all stay here!
Too bad!
We must cross the barricade right away.
Hey, Bruno!
Will you show me how it works?
Shh! After the film…
Attack!
THE END
A few days away from the results,
I decided to gift you
with the screening of this
wonderful patriotic film.
I asked your French teacher,
Mr. Brizoulet,
to ask you to write a dissertation
on this film.
As a reward, the three best will be able
to exceptionally dine
in the officers' mess hall.
Thanks, gentlemen.
Young Braval will go far
but tell me this, my dear Brizoulet,
I've not seen the copy
of your protégé's work?
I'd prefer not to show you
Chalumot's work.
Please, show me the masterpiece!
I HATE YOUR WAR
It's clear and precise.
For a top French student
it's lacking in development,
don't you think?
I don't think he reacted
with bad intentions
or in an attempt to be contrary.
No doubt he decided
to give up the reward
to one of his comrades.
Don't bother trying
to convince me, Mr. Brizoulet.
After all,
I'm happy he isn't one
of the top students.
It would have been hard for me
to see him sat by the officers.
We'll leave it there.
Chalume, Chalumot! You're 20th
and Braval got less than you,
you got 14 on average!
What did you get?
I came 62nd.
-Do you smoke now?
-A bit!
You're lucky, you can choose.
20th! Where do you want to go?
Versailles regiment.
Tank or engineer?
I don't care.
It's just it is near Paris.
Then I could go to the movies.
Your dad will be happy.
Plus if we go to war like they say,
you would end up as a corporal.
I'll stay in my hole in Perpet.
You'll be better off in your hole
than at war!
Fall in!
On my command, attention!
You have just found out
your end of school results.
You should normally choose
your advanced training center now,
according to your ranking.
But current events have changed this.
War has just broken out
and we are all being enlisted.
Upon orders of the minister,
the youth troops that are old enough
to be enlisted
will be sent to regiments
corresponding to their training.
What do you think?
I want to go on a massive blowout.
We just have time before we go.
Coming Chalume?
I'm not hungry.
What if we went to the movies?
What do you think?
No guys. I'll meet you at the station.
I have someone to see.
Come with us!
Come on, Chalume!
What's got into him today?
Excuse me, miss,
know where I can find Sister Beatrice?
No, I'm new here
but I can perhaps find out.
What are you doing here, Mr. Chalumot?
I'm looking for Sister Beatrice.
No doubt. Why, may I ask?
I'm heading off to the Maginot line.
So I just wanted to say goodbye.
Sister Beatrice left to go
to a military hospital
on the front line, upon her request.
Tell me where she is?
It's pointless you insisting,
if you don't go immediately,
I will call your superiors.
Ask the center's messenger,
there is general mobilization!
Corporal, your papers please?
Where are you off to?
The train awaits!
I was just going.
The station's that way.
Simon, oh yes!
Your train leaves in an hour.
Come on, we'll accompany you!
In case you want to get lost.
It's funny, many are getting lost!
What were you doing? Hurry up!
Go on, Corporal! No funny business, okay!
Yeah, it'll all be fine!
Is there a free seat?
-You can see there are eight of us.
-Sorry!
Is there a seat in here?
Yeah there is! Hello guys!
-Hi!
-All off to the Maginot line?
Yeah, but all in different fields!
That's unfortunate if you're buddies, eh?
-Want a sip?
-He never drinks!
You can tell he never drinks!
Just a small drop, thanks!
Think about your buddies, eh!
-Want some?
-Thanks!
Alright? Hey, are you okay?
Want another drop?
-Hi guys!
-Hi!
This is great, Corporal,
it covers the other bunker's fire!
It's excellent, Corporal!
The commander isn't exactly
one of your biggest fans
but keep it up to get
a commendation in the regiment order!
Thanks, Captain, but it's not worth it.
Ah, I spoke to the commander
about your cinema club idea.
He is fine with the idea
but doesn't want you to run it.
So we will re-discuss it
at your billeting.
Okay.
For the billeting,
don't be too zealous, Chalumot!
Oh, there's no danger of that, Captain.
You know we're all a bit bored here,
nothing ever happens.
Are you complaining?
No, Captain. Just making an observation.
The Germans are crushing the Polish
and here it's dead quiet.
On the hill opposite,
there is an artillery barrage
nearly every day at this time.
But it doesn't last very long!
Did you clean these rooms?
Yes, Captain!
You're a funny joker, Corporal.
You're the first nice anarchist I've met.
I was told you went out on patrol
without your ammunition.
If that's true I'll put you on a fizzer.
I always forget them, Captain!
Stop messing about, Chalumot!
I won't tell you again!
You know, I'd like to watch your movies
if you ever make any!
Perhaps you'd be talented at it.
Hey guys, grub's up!
Come over here, Corporal!
We'll sit in the corner
by the fire like at home.
We've a cushy seat here!
It's warm, isn't it?
It does you good!
Foucart, you were lucky to work
on the movies!
How do you get into a movie-making crew?
You know, Corporal,
I'm more of a tech guy,
not a Renoir, so advice-wise…
It's still really great!
Yeah, it's fun, it's great,
but it's tough.
Especially for what you want to do:
directing.
It's really hard to do it.
But work hard and you'll get there
because you have it in you.
After this damn war
I'll introduce you to my head tech guy,
Bébert.
He knows everyone,
he's even chatted to Gabin!
Foucart?
Corporal?
You know, I'd love that,
I'd truly love it.
Don't worry, Simon.
To start with we'll find you a showy job,
a role as master corporal, for example.
You'll see, it'll work!
I met a young guy like you,
he's come a long way.
Know who it is? Marcel Carné. So you see!
Hide!
Alright, Foucart?
Come on guys, advance,
hide behind the tank.
No!
No!
Stop! Good God, stop!
He can't hear!
He can't hear, Corporal.
Stop!
Corporal, the nurses will arrive
in 30 minutes.
That's too late, now or he will die!
No way, the second section
was hit, we've injured men.
So they are prioritizing their care.
We must do something right now!
Know where the rural hospital is,
Chalumot?
More or less, yes!
Take my car and go there!
Foucart load him into the car.
Come on guys, hurry it up.
Thanks, Captain!
Don't get too excited.
I'm afraid we'll see many more injured.
Make sure you take good care of my car.
Heading for?
The military hospital. Is it far?
You can't get through.
The Germans have launched an attack.
-Wait for it to die down.
-Thanks.
Son of a regular sub-officer,
young Simon Chalumot
was sent out to fight early
and enlisted in the youth troop.
His exemplary behavior
has earned a commendation
from his superiors.
He had just joined our regiment
and everyone liked him.
Simon Chalumot,
first sub-officer killed
on the Maginot line,
died for France.
He is the epitome of bravery and heroism.
Mowed down by the artillery
when driving a German soldier
to our infirmary,
Corporal Chalumot took it upon himself
to carry out the French army's
traditions of gallantry!
As decided by the commandant-general
of the division,
Corporal Chalumot will be mentioned
in dispatches by his division
and put forward for a military medal
so that
his memory will stay etched
in our memories
and in those of the youths
who will join our military schools
just like he did.
Sergeant Major Chalumot,
your son died for the army.
The army salutes him.
When I think he could have been officer.
The little sod.
Present arms!
Subtitle translation by: Fiona Tindale