♪ La route est dure,
la vie est morne
♪ Mon ame est sure
♪ D'aucune borne
♪ Que dois-je faire
♪ Avec ma vie
♪ Quand toute la terre
♪ S'est endurcie. ♪
MEN SING
Ah, it's no good. I can't get drunk.
CUP SMASHES
Let go, you toffee-nosed bleater.
Look, you asked me to come and
fetch you. I'm going to fetch you!
Let go, or I'll bloody m*rder you.
You bastard!
MEN CHEER
MEN SING
MEN WHOOP
Bloody hell. What's happened to him?
HE VOMITS
You're in a right state,
aren't you, mate?
Are you feeling better? Yeah.
Lie down, son. Have a quiet kip,
mate.
I feel fine. Oh!
Look, do me a favour, will you?
If he tries to go back in there,
thump him.
You off, are you? Yeah.
I'll look after him, all right.
Hey, mate, you all...?
Oh!
VOICE-OVER: No, I can't believe it.
What a simply marvellous encounter.
A gift.
A gift from the gods.
You're exactly my type.
A small, firm rump.
Narrow hips, girlish shoulders.
Oh, what dainty little ears.
Delicious!
I feel quite dizzy.
Dear, oh, dear.
Here I was, all wound up and ready
to bring him the good news.
And he can only think about
his suicidal tendencies.
Poor, sad fool.
Did he want to k*ll himself,
or didn't he?
I do believe he doesn't know
which way to turn.
Well, I shall have to show him,
then, shan't I?
What do you want?
Young Narcissus.
A young Narcissus.
Narcissus leant too far.
He fell in.
Narcissus? Me?
I've got too good a sense
of balance.
Ah, he recognises the allusion.
The dear boy is a student.
We'll read poetry together.
Do you mind?
I can manage without your help,
thank you.
You were going to k*ll yourself.
Are you mad?
Clear off, will you?
In my own good time.
Oh, kicking, eh?
Kick me without looking.
Oh, ho, ho, ho,
that's a woman's trick!
Oh, ho, ho, ho! Ow! Clear off!
HE LAUGHS
VOICE-OVER: Silky hair, melancholy
face, pride and weakness.
Yes. Charming features.
And what's more, he needs me.
Ow! You bloody little fool!
I've a good mind to warm up
that bottom of yours
with a jolly good spanking.
How would you like that, mm?
Just you try. I might, at that.
If it took my fancy to tear
your trousers down here and now,
do you think you'd be able
to stop me?
You can't frighten me. Can't I?
No! No!
You'll not try to kick me again?
No!
Let me go!
VOICE-OVER: You've been broken in
already, haven't you, my darling?
You've learnt how to take
your punishment.
Who's done it for you?
Your father?
Or was it a lover?
No, not a lover.
He's a virgin, I'm sure.
Mm, but he's certainly
got the taste.
I must take him home and b*at him.
He'll revel in it.
So you wanted to k*ll yourself?
What's the matter?
Going all broody, are we?
Then you have a jolly good sulk.
I couldn't care less.
HE SNICKERS
What are you grinning at?
Tell me!
Sooner or later,
you'll have to leave me alone.
True.
All right.
Well, now...
VOICE-OVER: My God, he's laughing at
me!
I'd better tell you here and now,
if you do try to throw yourself in,
I'm an excellent swimmer.
I've saved two lives already -
on one occasion in a raging sea.
Is it a habit with you, or a mania?
Jump, and you'll soon find out.
Go on, jump.
I shall let you choke a little,
then slowly undress myself
and fish you out, half-dead.
Oh, do jump, please!
Who the hell do you think
you're playing with?
Nobody, at the moment.
Listen, my boy, as long
as I'm with you, you can't throw
yourself in and k*ll yourself,
can you?
I'm the master of both your life
and death.
Perhaps.
But you won't always be with me,
will you?
Won't I?
Supposing I do want to k*ll myself -
what the hell's it to do with you?
Only that I have a passion
for preventing people doing
what they want...to do.
HE SIGHS
Are you REALLY in a bad way?
Things are getting you down, hm?
VOICE-OVER: Oh, the poor,
dear child.
Ah, too soon. A false move.
Don't rush things, you fool.
Gently does it.
If he makes off now,
I'll let him go.
HE CRIES
Oh, you poor boy!
You poor, dear child.
How I'd love to lick those tears.
Drink them down.
Taste his grief.
But gently does it. Gently now.
Tell me your name.
Must I? Please.
Philippe. Philippe?
Yes.
Well, Philippe...
..there's so much
you'd like to confide in me,
I know.
Shall we go to my flat?
Shall we?
If you like. Good.
THEY SING
Glad you came out with us, Matt?
Yes. Let's sit down.
All right, darling.
Plonk your loveliness here.
Oh, thank you.
Ah!
Go on, feel it.
Ah!
Ah!
If Moreau could see me now.
Ah, he's still running, mate.
Who's Moreau? Our captain -
you couldn't see his arse for dus
The officers have all deserted you,
haven't they? Yeah, that'
We're on our own now.
We can do as we like.
Does that frighten you, eh?
♪ Who's afraid of the big, bad wolf?
♪ The big bad wolf,
the big, bad wolf
♪ Are you afraid
of the big, bad wolf? ♪
♪ No, no, no, no, no. ♪
Ah, that's very cute, that.
Very cute and very clever.
You're a very clever girl.
Very quick on the uptake.
What's the matter, love?
Hey, come on now, out with it.
What's up, love? Nothing.
You're not going to cry, are you?
We're not crying. I can't help it.
Oh!
They'll take you away.
I don't want nobody
to take pity on me, you got it?
I don't want them to take you away.
Who's taking who away?
You're going to see how a Frenchman
can fight, you are.
You're going to have a ringside
seat. Oh, no! You mustn't fig
Who says? You mustn't fight.
The w*r's over.
That's what you think. No!
Well, have it your own way.
We only met yesterday.
And tomorrow...
Well, there's plenty of time
between now and tomorrow.
We can have a bit of fun.
Fun? Well, you want to have
a bit of fun, don't you?
Come on now, love. Snap out of it.
Before you know it,
you'll be living it up.
Big, tall, broad-shouldered fellows,
they are.
Who? The Germans. Them?!
Yeah. They're animals!
Now, look, they've won the w*r
and don't you forget it.
Good-looking blokes and all,
conquering heroes.
The girls can't resist them.
You ask the wenches in Paris -
a rare old time's going on there,
I can tell you.
I hate you. Now, look... I'm French.
So are the girls in Paris,
it doesn't stop them.
Let me alone, I want to go back.
Mademoiselle, don't be angry,
it was only a joke.
Well, not to me, it wasn't.
What does he take me for?
Well, you see, it isn't easy...
..to accept defeat - it takes a
little time to adjust.
Oh, he's a good chap.
Really, you know, he's jealous.
Jealous? You can't blame him for
thinking of all those fellows
who'll be trying to make up to you
while he's away breaking up stones,
love.
And eating dandelion roots.
Oh, you'll not get yourself k*lled!
Listen to her,
she's talking like a woman.
Instead of a little girl who doesn't
know what's what, hey? Cha-cha...!
Behave yourself. Will you behave?
Now, there'll be no fighting.
Besides, we haven't got
any amm*nit*on.
You're wearing a wedding ring.
Haven't you noticed it before?
Of course I did.
You married?
Well, it's not there
for nothing, is it?
I see.
Watch.
Oh, no!
VOICE-OVER: I once stabbed my hand
to please Ivich,
pathetic gestures of trivial
destruction that get you nowhere.
And I took it all as a fine
manifestation of freedom.
Was it gold?
Aye.
Oh!
Hey, your lips are cold.
Do you feel cold?
No.
Is it true they r*pe the women?
Course they don't.
Hold me tight.
I don't want to think about...
Give us a kiss.
Uh.
SHE MOANS
Oh, don't stop.
VOICE—OVER: Suede shoes,
bell-bottom trousers
and a most lovely silk shirt.
In style, I'd put him quite
definitely
as Montparnasse, vintage .
Hair carefully disarranged.
The dear boy positively
reeks of narcissism.
Oh, dear Lord, forgive me
my surge of passion,
but I want to help him,
I want to save him.
I want him to be my disciple.
Now, don't be mean, Jesus.
You had your disciples and,
by all accounts,
you were all boys together.
You certainly can't claim you went
in for the header a bit now,
can you?
Well, then, fair is fair.
Do you know, I'm so used to picking
up young men,
walking them home in silence,
that I'm beginning
to love it for its own sake.
I have developed the long, drawn-out
patience
of the confirmed paederast.
Well, don't complain.
Simply relish your expertise.
Feast your eyes.
Imagine him naked.
Let your eyes tear his clothes
from him.
Taste the delights of his
dimpled thighs.
Bury yourself within him.
Oh, I've developed such
a wonderful talent for fantasy.
It's even better than the thing
itself.
My imagination already knows
the divine smell of his neck
and his hair...
..and his shoulder blades.
Let's prove it.
Good God, can't be true!
Mothballs.
He smells of mothballs!
I've got it!
All his clothes have been hanging up
in the wardrobe for the past year.
And, in the meantime,
he's been in uniform.
He's a soldier boy
who's done a bunk.
Well, here we are.
I'm not going any further.
What?
I-I'm not going into your flat.
Oh.
So you'd rather be picked
up by the Germans, would you?
Well, I know nothing about you.
Ah, but I know all about you.
You were in the army.
The Germans att*cked,
the men panicked
and you took to your heels.
You arrived in Paris,
you found your family had gone,
so you changed into civilian
clothes.
Then suddenly, overcome with the
feeling that you might be a coward,
you tried to throw yourself
into the Seine.
Am I right?
LAUGHS: Oh, yes, I'm right.
Enter.
You like them?
They're marvellous. Not bad.
They're genuine.
I bought them from some
Mexican Indians.
You've been to Mexico?
Lived there for two years.
And that?
The portrait of a dead child.
In Mexico, when anyone dies,
they always send for the
pintor de los muertos.
Painter of the dead.
Yes.
They look alike.
Both of them fair,
both of them pale and insolent.
One d*ed,
the other wanted to die.
Death alone separates them.
A nothingness
set down upon a canvas.
It's marvellous.
CAT MIAOWS
There's some whisky in
the cabinet,
over there -
that tall, baroque affair.
Philippe? Mm?
Be the lady of the house and do the
necessary, will you?
You know, ours was quite
an extraordinary meeting.
If you were a poet...
How do you know I'm not?
A poet?
Why not?
VOICE-OVER: Oh, God, the boy's gone
all perky,
like to the manor born.
Don't tell me he's not
a virgin, please.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
He feels free and easy with me
only because he's got
a repressive father.
He thinks me a member of the older
generation who doesn't fit
into the pattern.
You know, I don't think
I like that very much.
Thank you.
You know, I'm beginning to wonder
if you really interest me.
You ought to have thought
about that a little earlier.
Too late now.
VOICE—OVER: Jesus, he gall of it.
Well, up him.
Too late? My dear, never.
If you bore me, I can simply
turn you out.
Ah, well, I'll save you the trouble,
shall I?
Stay where you are.
You know perfectly well
that you need me.
Do I? I am your necessity.
We'll see.
CAT MIAOWS
Ah, a point in your favour.
She never lets strangers
get near her.
How many cats have you got? Three.
Point in your favour.
He's so much at ease.
A bloody sight more than I am.
He knows perfectly well
that I'm wild for him.
Oh, well.
How has all this come about? Hm?
You WERE in the army?
Of course. Where?
Parnide - it's a little village
up north.
And then?
We held out for a couple of days
and they started dive bombing.
Frightened?
Not really.
When it happens, it's not
like how you think it'll be.
Then you got out.
Well, the others ran, so I ran
with them.
And after?
I jumped on a lorry, lorry ran out
of petrol, so I walked.
Got here the day before yesterday.
And changed?
Yes. Hm.
Why did you want to k*ll yourself?
The thought occurred, that's all.
Why?
Too complicated. Have another drink.
Hm?
Mm. OK.
HE CHUCKLES
I'm not a fighter.
Not me.
Do you want to know the truth? Ah.
Well?
I'm a pacifist.
Really?
What you might call a committed
coward. Well, now.
What's all this be a man
and fight to the death stuff?
Lack of imagination, that's all.
The best fighters
are the most brainless.
I was born into a family of heroes.
That's my problem.
Your father was a soldier?
My father?
He d*ed when I was five.
Gassed in the First w*r.
It slowly ate into his lungs.
My mother had a yen for heroes,
so she married again - a general.
A general?
A real m*llitary genius, he is.
Kills, preys, pokes and never uses
his brain at all.
Is he at the Front?
Where else?
I imagine him to be black and hairy
with a large moustache.
Precisely.
Women adore him
because he smells like a goat.
You, erm, you don't like him?
Loathe him.
I'm a classic example
of the Oedipus complex.
You're in love with your mother?
Isn't it your stepfather
that you really love?
That's rich.
It was because of him
that you wanted to k*ll yourself.
Rubbish.
You ran away from the battle.
You thought he might despise you.
I was afraid my mother
might despise me.
Your mother would understand.
When I touched you on the shoulder,
you were terrified.
You thought it was he.
He hit me. When?
Two years ago.
And ever since then...I feel
that he's hovering there behind me.
Have you ever dreamt that you were
lying naked in his arms?
That's stupid. There's no doubt
at all that you're obsessed
You're not a pacifist. You wouldn't
have given it a moment's thought
if your stepfather
hadn't been a soldier.
Now, will you let me help you
to find yourself?
How? As I told you, there's such a
lot that I would like to te
Are you a psychoanalyst?
Something of the sort.
Why are you interested in me?
Why? Well?
I'm a lover of the human soul.
Yours would be exquisite
once we could rid it of those things
which inhibit you.
We must begin by liquidating
all moral values.
You're a student, aren't you?
I was. Law? Literature.
So much the better.
You will understand me when I talk
to you of Rambo's thesis
of systematic disorganisation.
Well, I've heard of it.
We must destroy everything -
not only words, but acts.
Everything the world has taught you,
everything that you have borrowed
from others, must be wiped out.
What will remain will be you -
the essential you. Agreed?
Given your present state of mind,
what risk can you run?
None. Good.
Then we can start immediately
on our journey to hell.
Just one thing.
No stopping halfway, please.
No.
The cure will be complete
when you can chuck me away
like an old glove.
Don't worry. Like an old glove.
Like an old glove.
SONG: Vogue Nuage
Cor, blimey!
Come on. Come on in.
SONG: Vogue Nuage
Oh, hello, Mathieu.
Where's Longin?
I dragged him into the barn.
In his sleep? Yeah.
You'll ruin your eyes. Hm?
Oh, this.
I wasn't really reading.
Thinking.
What about?
The shop.
I wonder if they've looted it.
I doubt it.
Did you come back to look for me?
Oh, I was bored.
I just...thought you might like
a bit of company.
I'll clear off, if you want.
No. I don't mind you being here.
There's something I want to say.
No, Mathieu,
there's nothing you can say to help.
Well, what can you say?
"The Germans aren't all savages.
"One must keep one's courage up."
I know all those things already,
mate.
No...you can never understand
unless you're a Jew.
It's not me that's scared, mate,
it's my bloody race
deep down inside of me.
And there's nothing I can do about
it.
Now is the moment.
Only I must do it as a joke.
A sort of schoolboy prank.
Stick to that mood
and he'll let himself be petted,
kissed behind the ear.
And then...
..tumbled.
If my hands begin to wander,
he'll find a refuge in giggling.
It's getting dark.
Yes, isn't it?
Turn on the light? I think
the current's been switched off.f
Try it, why don't you?
As you wish.
VOICE—OVER: Yes. I'll have to
play it carefully with this one.
Why are you staring at me?
You find me good-looking?
Very good-looking.
You're sniggering at me. Why?
Nothing special.
VOICE—OVER: I'm making a fool of
myself.
Play it steady. Play it steady.
Talk about him -
that's the way to get him.
Well, now. Well...
Look me in the eyes.
You are not a coward.
I'm sure of it.
Panicked and run away?
Not you.
You used your intelligence
and simply walked out
of the whole stupid business.
Quite right too. Why should you get
yourself k*lled for France?
You don't give a damn about France,
do you?
You don't care,
you little bugger you.
You're lucky.
Luckier than I was at your age.
History is on your side.
You hate the older generation,
don't you?
Very well. The Germans are here
to give you a helping hand.
You'll soon see how middle-age
and middle-class will react.
They'll be licking the conquerors'
boots, they'll be pleading for kicks
up their great fat arses.
You'll see your stepfather
crawling to them on his belly.
Oh, what wonderful opportunities
you're going to have for despising
them.
Oh, how I envy you!
And one so young, too.
You must learn to love them.
Love who? Our allies,
the Germans. Love them?
Oh, yes. We shall get to know them.
They're our sort. Don't you worry.
We shall dine out with
the Feldmarschall and the Gauleiter.
They'll drive us round Paris
in their great big black Mercedes.
Love the Germans. That's the first
of your spiritual exercises.
Voici venu le temps des assassins.
I'm sorry. I'm tired.
I haven't slept
the last couple of days.
I'll get you some pyjamas.
There's a bed next door.
Perhaps you'd like
to undress in here, it's warmer.
I ought to be getting home.
You mustn't always be running away,
must you?
No.
VOICE-OVER: Sleep on, my darling.
I haven't had you tonight,
but there's always tomorrow.
I intend to keep you
for a good long time.
Did you know that?
I'm getting old.
I need to settle down with someone.
I'm tired of one-night stands with
Graff and Toto and Marius and Bunny.
I'm tired of hanging around railway
stations, picking up those uncouth
little soldiers
with their smelly feet.
I'd like us to go steady.
Perhaps we shall.
No, it won't last.
It might drag on a little,
but it'll turn out to be as empty
and boring and sordid
as any other of my encounters.
I can see my future only too well.
Minute by minute, day by day,
year by year.
A long, weary stint of wretchedness
and hopelessness.
Until I reach my squalid,
inevitable end.
I can already taste
the agonies to come.
So hasten the end for me, won't you?
Help me to get it over.
Proper ablaze, isn't it?
The whole village is going up.
End-to-end. Christ.
Born in the country,
you know how to grin and bear it.
If it isn't w*r, it's your
fields flooded, your crops ruined.
It's all up and down. Up and down.
Why did we do it? Hey?
Why did we set fire to it? Us?
That ain't us, missus,
that's the Germans.
Germans?
That's your Germans for you, Da.
Burn down a village?
Why, the Germans
were here in the last w*r,
they don't get up to games
like that.
Decent lads, they are.
Some stupid bugger's fired on them,
that's what's happened.
The Germans,
they burnt the lot down.
What about you lot, hey? Hey?
You're not going to do
anything daft, are you?
We're not mental, you know.
What, kick up a rumpus, missus,
now the w*r's over?
It's peacetime now.
Yes. We're at peace.
No more hatred. No more k*lling.
We're at peace.
And let no-one forget it.
The Germans will be here
in the morning.
They're here now, mate. Look!
Get out of here, for Christ's sake.
Stop. Put your hands up, everybody.
Look, get behind me.
Put that r*fle down, you fool.
Leave this to me.
I speak a little German.
You're idiots, they're Chasseur.
Thank God for that!
MULTIPLE FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
Sergeant.
Section, halt!
What division are you?
Well?
st. Where are your officers?
Upped it. What?
They cleared off, didn't they?
Where's the melee? Down the road
there on the left, about m
And is that the way you speak
to officers in the st?
Sir.
Carry on, Sergeant.
Section, ready. Quick, left.
Dear! I thought we'd finished
with officers.
Finished with officers?
They'll piss us about till
we don't know sh*t from sugar.
They won't start any fighting here,
will they?
Don't worry, missus.
They put on the bull
but they're not bloody stupid.
I pray to God they aren't.
The neighbours burn.
Already it's a legend.
It's not us -
it's a million miles away from us.
Like something
we read in the newspaper.
Fire, death, destruction.
It's just too bad for them,
isn't it? It's not us.
Nothing can happen to us.
WHINING
Go on. Off you go. Go on.
Well, I'm off, mate.
Are you going to have a kip?
No, I'm going to get
my gear together.
Yeah, you're right, mate.
And Germans marching tomorrow -
it's best to be sorted, isn't it?
See you later.
Tomorrow, they'll be saluting
the Feldwebel and the Oberleutnant.
Ah, I don't blame them.
I only blame myself.
I'm cursed with too much pride.
I'm indulgent towards others,
yet I tear myself to shreds.
I try to stand by my mates,
approve of them...
..yet all of them reject me.
I've no contact.
I believe in solidarity.
But I couldn't be lonelier.
Perhaps I'm no different
from the rest.
Perhaps that's how we are.
Mathieu. Stop him.
You're his friend. So stop him.
What? He says he wants to fight.
What do you want me to do?
I've just told you.
He's been talking to that captain.
What captain? It was a lieutenant.
You told him you wanted to fight?
I heard him.
Ha! Who says there's going to be
any fighting?
Well, you saw them.
They're out to k*ll.
Well, look at him.
Look at his eyes.
I thought you were his friend.
Well...
Then talk him out of it,
for God's sake.
Why should I?
Well, he'll get himself k*lled.
He's no right to. Why not?
You know why not.
I'm a soldier. Soldiers fight.
That's what we're for.
Well, then you shouldn't
have done it to me.
You're mine.
You're mine. I'm nobody's.
SHE SOBS
Oh, tell him.
Tell him what's right.
You call yourself his friend,
and you don't care
if he gets himself k*lled.
Of course I care.
He's just putting himself up
to be sh*t down.
Nobody else will fight,
only mad heads. I know.
Then, why don't you tell him?
He hasn't asked me. What?
My opinion.
He's older than you are.
Ask him. Go on.
Ask him what's right.
You want me to thrash
it out with him?
Right. Scarper.
What? It's between me and him.
Do you want me to go? Yes.
Go on, hop it.[font color="♪
Look, I'm not talking in front of
you.
Why? It's not for women.
It is, it is.
Don't you remember this afternoon?
Don't give me a pain in the neck,
for Christ's sake.
There's no need for you to go away.
Just wait over there.
We won't be a moment.
You'll do as he says?
Of course I will - he's the brains.
I love him.
Look, we won't be a jiffy.
Now, go on.
All right.
Oh!
So...
..the glory boys are going
to put up a fight, are they?
Yeah. Here in the village?
That's it.
What's funny?
Our blokes are in for a bit
of a surprise, aren't they?
You said it.
And he's going to have you
in his unit, just like that?
Yeah, he said, if I can find a
r*fle, he'll have me.
That shouldn't be difficult.
Oh, there's loads of them in the
schoolroom,
I'll just pick a good 'un.
You've really decided?
Yeah. What about her?
First time she's been stuffed,
so she says. A virgin?
So's my grandmother!
No, you can't always tell.
Look, I didn't force her, did I?
She was asking for it,
so I gave it to her.
Did her a favour.
Suppose she has a child?
Didn't you know?
I'm a whipper-outer.
Lasted for years with the missus,
we couldn't afford a kid...
That girl's in love with you.
Oh, look, she's had her fun,
I've had mine.
We're quits.
I don't need your advice. I'm over
. Well, that's that, th
Don't drop her like a hot brick,
though, will you?
Be gentle with her.
Oh, you can give her the sob stuff,
I'm off.
Where? Get myself a g*n.
That's where.
She's all yours.
I'm not exactly at my randiest,
you know.
Well, come and help me choose
a r*fle, then. What?
Look, I can't do anything for her,
you can't do anything for her.
So let's do something useful,
shall we?
Come on, scarper.
All right.
Henri!
Henri, come back.
I'll let you fight.
Only come back tonight.
Just tonight.
Henri!
He's going to die for nothing.
What right have I to stop him?
What alternative can I offer?
He's reconciled, complete.
Wholly himself.
An entire man,
ready for the final reckoning.
He was a porter on the railway.
Noble, gentle, brave.
He d*ed on the th of June, .
We need not forever be imprisoned
in our own skins.
If I am content to look
for no other future but his,
no other sun than that
which tomorrow he'll look on
for the last time.
His minutes, his death.
Then, the thing that separates us
will be broken.
You know something, mate? Huh? What?
It's me that's going to be having
his chips tomorrow, not you.
Oh, aye? I've less to live for.
Think so?
I've been on the wrong track
since the word go.
You reckon?
Why don't you come and join me,
then?
Come on, you old sod. Just relax.
We're mates, aren't we?
We die together.
We enter the eternity of a life
already dead.
Nah! Scared?
You'll just be playing
silly buggers.
Look, mate, I'm going to k*ll
one or two Germans.
That's not silly buggers.
You can k*ll - the w*r's lost.
That's what you think.
I've got to do it, that's all.
Why? You know they'll burn
the village.
So what? There's a w*r on. Oh, yeah?
What about the women?
What about the children?
Oh, they'll go off into the fields.
You know that.
HE SCOFFS
You know, you don't even know
why you're doing it.
You tell me, then.
g*n CLICKS
It's because you love your wife,
isn't it?
What's me wife got to do with it?
You're frightened of some German
having her, aren't you?
Oh, piss off, will you?
You talk a load of crap at times.
I'm bloody glad I'm not educated.
Ah, sod you!
Ah, sod you. Sod everything.
I must be going round
the bloody bend.
What are you doing? Choosing a
r*fle, what do you think?!t
♪ Les mains se tendent de tous cotes
♪ Les chaines sont lourdes
puis-je les oter?
♪ Un seul pas contre la tyrannie
♪ Une raison d'etre dans
toute ma vie
♪ La route est dure mais
je suis forte
♪ Mon ame est sure
la peur est morte
♪ Je sais quoi faire avec la vie
♪ Quand toute la terre
sera affranchie. ♪