Come here, you.
Now, then, my pet, this won't hurt a bit...
Go on, put it in the bag. Bag it!
Wait for me! Wait for me!
Good morning, Madame.
It's nice.
If it only could be like this every day.
Mama...
I think you smiled.
Do you need any lamb? There's 5 legs in the truck.
5 legs of lamb?
You'll give me a helping hand. You're pretty...
Almost as pretty your mother.
Thanks for the help.
- Good morning, Mrs. Mistral. - Hello, Wolfgang.
How he's grown!
Hey, Manfred.
Are you awake?
Manfred.
Wolfgang?
What time is it?
Ouch.
Mom. I'm late for school. Is breakfast ready?
You worked hard yesterday?
Yes, yes.
- Another sandwich? - No.
Are you almost late?
I have to go.
Bye, Mom.
Manfred - didn't you forget something?
Manfred.
Au revoir, my little Joseph.
- You're not going to school? - I'm going.
Don't worry, Joseph. I'll get you out of this.
Stay calm.
It's ugly, what you did.
But it wasn't me.
It can't be true!
I'm fed up with those brats.
See "The Timpelbach Gazette".
Read about the latest nonsense from the children of Timpelbach.
Stop fighting, you.
The urchin's lawless.
Come here.
Joseph. Stop.
Those darn kids.
Stop it.
Beautiful tomatoes.
- Manfred... - It's not me.
If I catch this cat..
I will turn it into sausage meat.
Go, go, pump.
No. My helmet!
- The password. Hey, Barnabé. - Yeah.
And that's a goal.
Little brat!
Hello, Monsieur le Factor.
My foot.
I'll get you.
No way, Crow!
At the corner.
Joseph.
Stop.
Sorry.
Grinch.
We like omelettes?
The case of the slingshots - organized gang, or anarchy?
It stops there, miscreant.
I will have your hide.
My ice cream.
Go ahead, turn the handle. Harder.
So, lovers, how's that?
I'm going to whack someone.
There is a serious breach of authority.
Our children - will they stop one day?
- Never! - I'll catch you, you dirty thief.
Hey. Ready for the BBQ?
I'm going to distribute...
copies of dictation.
Do not move.
Pardon me, Madame.
Barnabé, 19.
You don't speak, but you learned it all.
Learn from his example, my chicks.
Charlotte...
Six. And yet, better than your pies.
Bobby, 12.
Neither good nor bad.
Kimy - two.
- And Manfred? - He slept it out.
Zoë. You progress:...
Three.
Thank you, Madame.
Louis Keller... I see that your drawing is still going strong.
But not in school!
They're not cosmonauts.
It's an aircraft. That's a warplane,...
and it's a fighter. And that's Buck.
My co-pilot.
Fascinating. Ask your co-pilot...
if you could draw a parachute.
Because you - you're in free fall.
Zero.
You must draw me parachute.
This way.
Go ahead, grab the chicken.
Paulette, 16.
Knock it off.
Give over.
Mireille:...
17.
That's good. You'll be teacher someday...
like your favourite mistress.
Marion, 16.
Ouch. Can it. I'll tell the teacher.
Big Paul, if you squeal...
I will wring its neck.
Let it loose.
Riced or mashed?
Fried potatoes. But with mayonnaise.
My poor friend... Four.
Paul Bollnàs,..
You are a dunce.
A big dunce.
Come. Hey, there.
You did it.
Shouting, head slaps, the ugly witch of Timpelbach.
Silence, Barbarians. You believe in sports studies?
Vultures.
Wolfgang.
You think we didn't see you? Copy me that.
"I am a disruptive influence who disturbs the class."
You will copy it twice - to the power 12. So how many times?
Mademoiselle? It's 4,096 times.
She gets on my nerves.
What a faggot.
Manfred still hasn't shown up.
He'll pay dearly.
- But Madame... - It's Mademoiselle! - This is the first time he's been late.
You really mess things up when you speak in a decasyllabic...
instead of an Alexandrian cadence.
Now, not a word. Or I'll get angry.
Ahhh.
Yes.
Monsieur le Mayor, we found it. This is the third time this week.
Exhibit A - for the investigation.
A survey?
The cat. It was is not hooked by itself, waking up.
What will you do with the culprit?
- You will cast him into prison? - Perhaps not, if it is a child.
Kogel...
Do not speak the word 'child'...
in my presence.
For a while, just say... reasonable.
At your orders.
Band of villains. Sons of... sons of drunks.
- Even so. - Here comes Grumpy.
Quiet!
Sit down.
Struntz, you're in luck.
We lack dunce caps.
Children... As the headmaster, Mr. Struntz said...
we're closing this school of Timpelbach...
today.
Enjoy this beautiful sun...
have fun, breathe deep,...
for tomorrow...
We'll have a written test on all subjects.
Impossible.
Not fair.
We won't have enough time.
Is that true?
Since this is unfair...
Out! I hate it.
You also, get out.
Out. Out. Out.
They should be in school. Band of thugs.
This way, the ball.
- This way. - Yeah.
Go ahead, Barnabé.
Go, go. Barnabé.
Over here. Wolfgang.
Go ahead, catch up.
Marianne. Instead of playing football like the boys, find yourself...
- clothes less trashy. - She is so butch.
The parents are there.
Let them come. But be careful. Calmly.
Yes, calmly.
Get out of the way, now!
But...
Immediate arrest.
Hours of restraint.
They are beasts.
Animals.
The disease spreads beastliness...
like a plague.
The situation calls for strong action.
Look what they did to the florist.
It is easy to blame all the kids.
Oscar Stettner and his band are solely responsible.
I have not understood this. Can you repeat?
You fully understood, Stettner.
A good beating. They do not even understand that.
My Willy would not hurt a cat.
As the principal Chief...
I propose Municipal Elections.
We could...
put in a cell. I redid the decor.
No.
My husband wants to talk.
Silence.
Call Judge Drohne.
Jules, your wig.
We believe that legally,...
responsibility... is difficult to establish.
We have a suggestion for your children.
Mr. Mayor, given the situation, you must declare a state of emergency.
Marianne.
Parents...
have gathered in the town hall.
- Who? - All our parents.
And did you hear anything? Did they seem angry?
Yes... And Crow and Grumpy were there. They were excited.
It is a beautiful ball, that.
Too bad. I don't often play with a ball like this.
It is yours?
Is that what you want?
Your shoelace is undone.
Are you crazy?
Barnabé.
So Marianne gets angry?
Barnabé.
Are you okay?
He wasn't hurt, he didn't cry.
And your forehead?
OK, gang. Let's go to the lair. Oscar wants to see everyone.
Back off.
Let's see. Who did this to you?
- This was Oscar? - No.
One of his band.
Defend yourself.
It's not his fault - it's because Barnabé plays goal too well.
I don't need the simultaneous translation.
Good. Me, I'm going.
Wait, you'll play some more?
No. He annoys me, Thomas.
And we have tests tomorrow.
I'm going to cram. Want to join me?
With the mess that I made, better that I watch.
You're a terror now.
Oh, yeah... yes.
Where are you going?
To Oscar's den?
I have scores to settle.
Me, too, anyway. If you want, I'll go with you.
You've learned deaf speech how fast?
- A week. - Oh yeah? That fast?
Your parents taught you? Excuse me, your uncle and your aunt?
Yes.
- And what will you do to Oscar? - You're a motor mouth, Four-eyes.
- Password. - Password.
What are they doing?
A council of war. Oscar loves it.
Good.
Password.
The elephant wears a mustache.
Good.
- Password. - Password.
- The elephant wears a mustache. - Good.
- Password. - Password.
The ant-eating elephant ate and spat out.
Good.
Wasn't that the password last year?
It is a password, right?
I guess.
They want to punish us? We put up with beatings?
I say, they can just try it.
Parents are looking for trouble - they will find it!
We stay here tonight.
- It'll calm them down. - Sir?
If we join in we get punished.
When they grab you.
But I'm going home. Thank you all.
My mom wants me to eat.
Big-Pig! Did you hear Oscar?
He knows what to do with quitters.
Parents...
are not the law.
Yeah.
We will not allow it.
Don't you see? The rest isn't one of your stories.
What are you doing?
But it's little Thomas.
Long time no see - we miss you, my chicken!
Not really, no. You're too old to hit the little ones.
You never said that before.
Leave Barnabé alone.
Somebody hit...
the cousin...?
That's wrong.
Saint Thomas came to us with morality.
Get out, traitor.
Return to your mother's skirts.
- If there's not already someone in them. - You're going to pay.
Leave this to me.
Get back, there. Don't get hurt.
Oscar, we're with you.
Oscar. Oscar. Oscar...
Go on, pound him!.
Go.
- You're the best. - Go on.
Oscar!
Go, Oscar.
Go ahead and defend yourself.
Get up.
Stand up. Fight.
God. He's right, it's not my business.
It's not my stories.
I'm going to crush you.
The parents are coming. Parents!
The parents are coming.
- Password? - The tiger likes pistachios.
That's not it...
My glasses... Oh, no. Not my glasses.
Oh, no, not my glasses.
Back off!
It's me. Your binoculars.
- You follow me. - Thank you.
So are you OK?
Yeah. Finally, I got stuck in, too.
An authorization for landing.
Hi, P'tit Louis. What are you doing out? It's late.
Yes, yes.
Oh no. The left wing is broken.
- Well played, just now. - Classic, but it still works.
You think we get punished?
Punishment is for children.
Well... yeah.
Something like that, that's the problem.
See you later. Thomas?
You'll be scolded.
I'll teach you to come home late.
- The dishes await you. - Why didn't she do them?
Your sister will make something of her life - not like you.
I'll teach you to be rude.
Now keep your trap shut.
Let me go.
I'll show you what a Stettner is.
You scared me, darling.
Where are you going?
I'm off to see the girlfriends. Don't wait up.
Who are they?
You don't know them.
Your father is at home.
Be good, darling.
Thomas, I must speak to you.
- You can keep a secret? - Yeah.
We decided...
that tomorrow...
Are you okay?
Yes.
Mom, about the cat, I swear, it wasn't my fault.
Yes, I know.
I can invite Marianne for lunch tomorrow?
Sure. Invite Marianne if you want.
Mom. I'm hyper late for school.
Mom. There's no water.
Mom.
Dad?
Mom?
You're here? Anybody out there?
I haven't seen anyone.
Why is everything closed?
Dad's appointments book is full.
They're hiding?
Or maybe they're gone on a plane.
Hey, anyone?
Mama.
My parents are gone.
Mine, too.
I scanned the horizon from the watchtower.
Not a single parent.
Like a ghost town.
My mom did not make me...
my breakfast.
We must go to school. There's control. And there is more water.
I'm dying of thirst.
Barnabé.
What did he say?
He's showing us something.
Really?
What? A message?
At the town hall?
Quick, let's go.
It's the parents.
We are saved.
Hurry.
What?
So?
What's it say?
"To our unnatural and ungrateful children:...
"Lately, you've exceeded the bounds of wickedness.
"So we give up all hope of giving you a good education.
"You've lost the trust of your parents.
"So we have left the city forever.
"Don't bother looking for us. Our decision is irrevocable.
"Farewell."
What does that mean, "irrevocable"?
That means that now...
we're alone to face our destiny.
Oh, yes, my little buddy. It's just like that.
My Charlot...
Hey, my friends.
Why the long faces?
It's a holiday today.
It is freedom.
No more chores. No more punishment. We'll do what we want.
It's a bad joke. They will return.
Why should they?
Because. Because...
Because they are our parents.
And parents never lie?
We have to believe them. They were afraid of us.
Come on... you'll see. The Red Oscar is doing things.
There's toys for all.
No more school.
It is freedom!
The parents are gone...
and you obey this idiot Oscar...
who just wants to break things.
You can't believe that there nothing else thing to do? Come back.
Louis, come back! Louis!
They'll calm down when they have a stomach ache.
Yeah.
Let's go home. The fridge is full.
Let's just...
You don't want to go back home?
To who?
Ah. Right.
Come on, everyone with me!
Yeah!
There's lots of toys.
It is magical.
Don't forget to work on the eyelids.
Push. Push, you gang of morons!
Don't get funny or I don't take you along.
Mireille.
You can see we're made up just like you.
Super, girls.
You want the key?
"Goodbye."
Careful, the bridge is slippery. Don't fall into the waterfall.
So is this the first time you've left the village?
Mrs. Haque - You will perhaps enjoy some chocolate cake?
Oh, Wenceslas.
Fetch me more...
wild raspberries.
Raspberries?
Now.
Now?
- Go. - Wild raspberries.
Wild raspberries.
- Monsieur le Mayor? - Yes?
I would like to speak to you.
It's time to go back.
No. You agreed yesterday. You voted.
If we go back now it's all for nothing.
We return tonight.
Consider this - as a holiday.
Sit.
Go ahead,..
a bit of a red wine will cheer you up.
This is a good plan.
Here, here...
There we go.
Mrs. Haque.
Mrs. Haque, I found it.
Charming little raspberries.
Mrs. Haque?
Hey, let's not just hang around...
What do you want to do?
I don't know. But I'll never let Oscar loot my house.
You want to say something?
No. But... you're a girl, whatever.
To impress a girl,..
we must be someone who has charisma, who has no fear of anything. Like...
Thomas the Wanker.
A coward and a quitter.
He's friends with Oscar.
I tell you I saw them fight.
What?
You hungry?
Want to pee?
Want to play football?
You're thirsty, then?
Train. It's the day the train comes.
With our parents?
Who knows?
What is this?
That was close by.
Somebody came into the house.
Marianne, I'm afraid.
What do you want?
I have a toothache.
You've got to ask your super pal Oscar. He'll handle that.
I'd rather stay with you. They're crazy.
You should have thought about that before.
I'll sit by the fire. Quietly.
Mount up, old man - don't worry.
It's comfortable, this chair.
We'll tear out your teeth and put in a snow globe.
Do not move.
Don't hurt me.
- Open your mouth. - No!
- Stop fidgeting. - No!
You're as crazy as Oscar.
- Go, hurry. - Faster.
Faster. I'm dying.
Wait for me.
Hurry up, we'll miss it.
Parents?
- Maybe next time. - In two days.
We'll send Paul.
Oh no. It's not fair.
Send P'tit Louis.
- Where is he, anyway? - In the Golden Lion. - What?
He's drinking alcohol - and you didn't say anything?!
I didn't know it was serious.
A 6-year-old, drinking alcohol - you find that normal?
Marianne.
Mrs. Haque, I must tell you...
It's nice of you to help me carry my stuff. I have so little.
But you know how it is.
I don't want to wait...
I feel we are on the wrong side of the border.
Poussin, they are all a little worried.
You DO know where we're going?
I know the area. Yes, certainly.
The last time we went to the forest wasn't brilliant.
Signs. Oh, great.
Signs.
What is that language?
You go and guide us.
You who know the region so well.
But perfectly.
Timpelbach is to the east. We go to the right.
Tïmpelbaccchhh...
is south. It's to the left.
Since we didn't take your son, we can't find the village.
At least, I have a son.
Poussin, enough.
You're worse than the children. Let's do it by the book.
They will compete in a fight to the finish.
The rules are very strict.
Yes.
Right, my little man.
Right.
We are lost.
I am an unfit mother.
We all voted.
My instinct tells me that my son is here. He never lets me down.
Edith is right. We are unworthy.
Oh, my, what was that?
Hot stuff coming through.
Stronger music.
Boy, I want water.
What are you drinking?
Me and Buck drink grenadine.
The parents weren't on the train.
Good.
Parents aren't coming back. It's over.
Starting tomorrow, we'll start to organize.
Oscar... in two days, we'll have nothing to eat.
- It'll be used up. - So say those who are against me...
do we hear any more about it?
Concentrate on your mission.
The biography of Oscar. The most dangerous one of all.
Note that.
I'm on it: Oscar playing billiards...
like a god.
What's your problem? You think it's funny?
Welcome to the Golden Lion.
No. It's too much here - there was lots of noise.
Louis, now, that's enough.
Grandma. Stay a while with us.
It was all in fun.
- You coming? - I don't want to go home.
- You can stay for a drink... - Mireille.
A glass.
Mireille.
This glass...
is filthy.
That's just fine.
Marianne?
I'm asleep.
I'm afraid of the dark.
Me, too.
It is the parents.
They're not happy.
It's not a moment too soon.
What do you want? The parents aren't here.
Really? We hadn't noticed.
They were due back yesterday.
They 'were'?
My uncle told me everything. They wanted to teach you a lesson.
And you didn't say a thing?
Obviously, you, you don't care that our parents are gone.
Something had to have happened to them...
It's Thomas.
You must find me my mom.
Marianne, if my little brothers don't eat, they'll become unbearable.
Come on, Popette. I think I'm becoming unbearable.
- Next. - Next.
Don't push, there'll be something for everyone.
Hmm...?
- Next. - That's not a breakfast, that.
I'll help you...
- Don't even think about it. - But I've got almost nothing.
Manfred, how would you like to help us?
Look over there.
Oh no, not them.
Can we?
It does not feel very friendly there.
But then I'm hungry.
Not enough to eat.
- OK... We'll make room. - YES.
I have the key to my Dad's bakery.
No. Do not spoil the food.
Whether we like it or not...
we need a leader.
Thomas. Thomas.
Good evening to all. Excuse me... Hello.
I wanted to say...
that giving orders, all that, is not my thing.
Marianne would do nicely.
Marianne. Marianne. Marianne.
OK, very well.
If everyone agrees, I've thought about some things.
A girl in charge?
You finally noticed?
Thanks, Robert. First.
Restoring the village.
Wolfgang will deliver the water.
Boys will be required...
to take a shower.
Second.
We must manage food.
That I'll take care of. And there Big Paul can help.
Thirdly.
Oscar and his gang could still sack the village.
Guard Timpelbach.
Monsieur?
Yes?
Do something.
- I'll see what I can do. - Go.
Hey, there. Anyone there?
Hello. This is the mayor is calling.
Yoo-hoo.
Answer us, please.
Fifty-third, Zoë minds the keys to the village.
- I'm the leader of the keys. - Fifty-fourth:...
Like bread on a board,...
the alarm will sound at 7am.
Mercy.
Please, 8 o'clock?
Meeting adjourned.
We know what to do.
Me, I have nothing to do?
You have a mission.
A mission requiring courage. Method.
Self-control.
It's top secret, dude.
Don't hit me, don't hit me!.
Hey, Bambi, is Oscar here?
Where are you going?
To recycle their garbage.
Very welcoming.
Three of a kind.
Straight flush.
I want to join the Band.
Well?
Hey, Wolf.
Thanks.
- Yes. - Victory!
It's cool when it works like that.
Did you see? That's cool, eh?
At the slightest threat, let me know.
If it fail,..
don't touch anything. I have to show you something.
What? I want to know.
It's a surprise. You're not supposed to know.
Give me the spade.
I have a potato shaped like Struntz.
Mine, it looks like Crow.
That's all you got?
I'll have to cut them into small pieces.
Why two pedals?
The left brakes the left wheels,...
the other...
those on the right.
Is it a good idea to have taken the car without my parents? What will they say?
We say nothing.
It stays quiet.
I understand... Did you adjust the contact?
Yes, yes.
I'll be quiet.
You coming?
In the car!
We're not headed in the right direction.
Always check the reverse before hitting the road.
- Bye. - Have a good trip!
Close your eyes. You, too.
- Now look. - Wow.
- Class, eh? - Yeah.
- It still works? - Sure.
Can we do anything with it?
Trust me.
The mayor?
Oh, no, the Mayor receives only by appointment.
Bye.
You 're nice,...
but for me, my best friend's Marion.
And I'll never need another best friend.
I'll put you on hold.
Au revoir.
Mayor of Timpelbach, hello.
Yes.
Monday or Tuesday? Very well.
OK.
Charlotte is requested...
to train for a race.
A tire has just arrived.
Crrr... Roger...
I love this job.
Hi.
It's Wolfgang's.
I'm sorry, but I don't understand this language, either.
But I learn well, you know.
Good day.
I should have done this with the whole class. We will avenge ourselves on Crow.
It was a long time coming.
Not like you, eh.
Here, your hat.
And boom, the notebooks.
No more homework.
We'll redecorate - with Crow.
Check this out!
There - other things to destroy?
She has some nerve.
- My itching powder. - I never thought I'd see you again.
She had nothing of yours...
confiscated?
- No... - All right, Willy, shoot it.
I would not want a weasel.
It's better than a rat's head.
Say that again.
Why, you're deaf, my old man?
Shut up. Robert is in the band.
Those who're not happy will deal with me. Get to work.
Incredible.
She had hidden it.
"Look how beautiful I am..."
This feels good.
Manfred has good ideas.
I thought you didn't care for him.
Why do you say that?
You make fun of him.
Ancient history.
- Sorry. - No biggy.
Wolfgang's glue sure works well.
You don't mind releasing my hand?
Please.
It's your turn.
Like that, eh?
Play me a tango.
You'll dance?
Go for it, Bébert.
Well done, Robert Rabbit.
- Go on, goggle-eye! - Your turn.
Just like this.
- Go. - Roberto, tango king.
Robert Lapin, you've got...
your chance.
Proud of you.
You've really caught his eye!
Bébert Bébert. Go for it, you're on a roll...
Yeah.
Go, Robert. The king of the dance floor.
Ask your sister if she'll dance with me.
Cinderella, I tell you, please dance with my friend Willy?
I'm working.
Don't touch me.
You think you're so high-and-mighty!
Check it out.
Nincompoops.
"Tired? Your life seems dull and grey?
"Your boss persecutes you?
"The village of Timpelbach awaits you with open arms."
Enough.
And you, did you see anything?
I think they went that way.
Or maybe there?
Yes. I think they went that way.
You see?
I warned you - they organized.
With every minute that passes, it will be harder to regain the village.
We're losing this.
Everyone better get with it.
This is an order?
Go back inside. Council of war in an hour.
You, you clean everything up.
Same for you.
This is the story of a witch who lived in a house that creaked.
She had twenty dogs, biting and eating.
It was horrible. Normally children wouldn't venture into the forest.
No one has ever returned. They were probably eaten by dogs.
Of the parents who went after them, not one has been seen again, either.
Then what happened, Manfred?
Afterwards, it became a haunted forest.
And those children have become ghosts...
Who reappeared at night...
My parents are missing.
You always wanted to look for them?
Tomorrow, I'm going to the city. Bicycling, it'll take maybe 5 hours.
What will you tell them? It's too shameful.
But... it's still happening, anyway. Right?
Sshh. Don't disturb them.
OK.
Why talk to me about it?
Because I think they won't be back.
Manfred?
Mom?
Mom. You're back.
You will never again see your parents.
Never.
No.
Don't let me fall.
No.
There's nothing to eat. Not a thing.
Well, friends?
- Some already miss their parents? - No.
- The Punishments? - No.
- Maybe some miss school. - No.
Well, then, how about Crow?
Today is a new day. We'll have to fight.
If you want to continue...
we'll have settle their account with those brats...
who think themselves the masters.
That's why, my friends...
I propose we change our name.
We're now called:...
the Tormentors.
You're with me?
Tormentors! Tormentors...
We will make them afraid.
They're organized. We'll be their worst nightmare.
Those who are not with us are against us.
Is there some reason not to join in?
Push off. You disgust me.
It's 8am.
On the radio, lovers...
- wander the mountain... - We get it.
You're pretty.
According to experts,..
the day will be sunny.
Yes.
A tip-top day.
Paint: blue, yellow...
and you in red.
What's new?
First, a message:...
Bobby was locked in the toilet.
That that, it's open.
I found a camera.
Yes, a day on top of the world.
A- plus.
Charlotte is needed at the usual.
Come here to Bobby's stall. Just 50 cents.
Even the pie.
Good morning.
Big Paul.
My name is Paul.
You've got a scoop?
It seems that Thomas the Wanker...
In your dreams...
Thomas the Wanker wants a lover.
Lucky her!
That's it, I found him. I got...
a close-up.
Wait two seconds.
From sunrise to sunset avoid Oscar and Mireille.
- Thanks, Bobby. - Sure, Big Paul. - Just Paul.
Not to mention these big idiots John and Willy, and Kevin Philibert...
Thanks, Paulette, that was comprehensive. Again, you're nice.
Good day to all.
"Something is brewing...
"at the butcher shop.
"Beware of the Tormentors."
Fly, little bird.
Looking at something?
Beautiful day, don't you think?
But no.
I know, me. You'll see that with Manfred.
After our very interesting show,...
we give you the weather forecast.
We have to report an incident at the butcher shop.
Here.
What happened?
I don't know. He's frozen.
What's going on here?
Who did this to you?
They took everything.
Take the iceman home.
Big Paul was there.
He saw everything.
What did Oscar say?
The exact words.
The village is mine.
Those who are not with me are against me.
Then he spat. That's all I remember.
Manfred.
They stole the wood.
I found this on the floor.
"Something is brewing at the butcher shop.
"Beware of the Tormentors."
The Tormentors?
It's about time you woke up.
Hell is closer unless we have received the faith.
The night of the ancient world ends.
Good. I'm tired, I'm leaving.
Pardon, my sweet?
You've decided to do nothing.
As you wish. I'm escaping.
I noticed the changing of the guard. We have our chance.
And that right time is right now. Kogel.
Step on up.
- Me? - Yes.
Someone wants to escape?
I'll handle this.
Go, Mrs. Drohne... Let's go. Yes.
Uh, excuse me.
I have a problem with my cell... I think it's stifling.
The oxygen circulates really badly.
And all these smells... I would like an individual cell.
Me, too - I have a problem.
I miss my son.
Bravo.
My Charley.
Go, let's go.
Up with freedom!
Alarm!
Rest in peace.
Go.
This way, over there. This way.
- This way. - Finally free.
- Perhaps to the left... - This way.
This way.
Go.
Turn around!
How does it work?
I was going to fire.
Mr. Mayor.
It is locked again.
Oh.
Pray.
Pray. Pity. Pity.
A little dignity. Admiral, this is all a misunderstanding.
I do not let invaders roam around freely.
Do we have an invader General?
When the entire village moves...
this is necessarily an invasion.
We just wanted to scare the children a bit.
Make children frightened? You.
Come with me.
I have done nothing.
Interrogation.
You will over my dead body.
Yes. But not now.
I'll go, Bobette.
Louisa...
Courage, my child. Courage.
Courage, and thank you. It's sad, but necessary.
Anyone here?
Your parents?
There are no parents.
Barnabé. Barnabé.
Barnabé.
That's that, at least. This bell will make no more noise.
Tomorrow, we go on the attack.
We'll flay you alive!
Stay together.
Manfred. The monster's chasing me.
What monster? It's not monsters.
At least it wasn't...
- Don't leave me. - I'm out of here.
Work it out all for yourself.
P'tit Louis, here... Come here!
Come on, P'tit Louis.
- Quick, Zoë, hurry. It's happening. - Come on in, back, back!
Who is it?
I know. Shhh.
- Thomas. - Thomas.
It's taken care of, kids.
Louis. Knock it off.
He didn't hurt me.
- Grandma, we're going to die? - Of course not.
Look there!
It's the ghost.
Barnabé.
Hi, Thomas.
It's Mireille. Hey, it's Mireille!
We get it. What are you doing here?
He was in the cemetery. We recovered the pills.
Should I worry - we have more. He would not pester you.
Go back to your family.
She saved Barnabé.
And she can help us. We'll learn everything she knows about Oscar.
My brother does not share his secrets - especially not with me. He's a sphinx.
What's that mean?
That means stupid and ugly.
Like you.
There's no way you're staying, anyway.
Let's vote - who is for?
If it's as the monitor, I'm willing to step down.
We'll need everybody.
Hey. Isn't that a sign?
Have it your way.
No more frights like that.
We need you.
Aren't you too young for her?
We're the same age.
- Where are you going? - The Golden Lion. To snoop.
Robert did not warn us about tonight.
You all right?
Push off.
You know, it's really more like you're my girlfriend.
Ah, because it used to be? This way is best.
There's nothing to be jealous about.
Jealous, me? No matter what, I'm not jealous.
But she drops by, and Manfred and you are there like slobbering puppies.
I see. Well, good night then.
Anyway, I don't care.
Once upon a time, a boy...
P'tit Louis, who had a huge plane...
which went very fast.
One day he decided to travel and take his family.
- He had a co-pilot? - Yes.
His name was Buck. He was the best co-pilot in the world.
And with that aircraft, they went all around the Earth.
He would go...
to lots of countries.
Africa, China, all countries...
worldwide. And one day...
he went high into the sky...
Hi, Manfred. What did you do to your hair?
Hey, P'tit Louis
Zoë is looking for you.
She has a secret.
He didn't hurt me.
I like him, this little...
He's the only one who came to see me. The others don't seem to care much for me.
Back then, we were young, including Thomas.
Today, it would be different.
Much has matured.
- You're not interested in what I said? - Of course I am.
You've got nothing to say?
Hang on. What's going on here?
Ask him.
She stole the potatoes.
And the key to the pantry.
We spent the morning together.
The potatoes have flown, then?
As may be.
- Yeah. - Filthy liar.
Spy.
OK.
Mireille, hang on.
Go play with your friends.
You hate her because she's a real girl?
Who's the real boy - you?
I... is... you... shy.
No? Wait, I'll start slowly.
Me... is... you... shy.
Am I any good?
Village.
What's going on?
If you settle on a small electronic system...
I can turn...
Guys, have you seen Mireille?
Robert is back.
What?
The Tormentors. The Tormentors are coming. The Tormentors.
All hands to battle.
At the town hall. Charlotte, with the little kids.
Kimy, grab all the weapons you can. Thomas.
- Hi. - Hi.
What are you doing?
It's war.
They're coming.
The Tormentors!
Quick, take that.
Hand me the broom.
Quickly. Hurry.
Take a weapon.
Take this, look.
Zoë, protect the tykes well!
Attention.
Take this.
- Protect yourself. - That will do.
Here, Barnabé.
Form ranks together!
And Thomas?
I've not seen him since yesterday.
Are you ready?
Yes!
You're just kids.
There, you're wrong.
You're in over your heads.
Let it go... you're just a bunch of losers.
What about your father!
Your mother, she's a vegetarian, she likes snails.
Step aside.
You WILL SUFFER!
Tormentors.
Tormentors. Tormentors. Tormentors...
Hold your positions.
Ready...
Charge!
Let me go. Coward!
Magnificent.
Charles, you can help, too.
I'm not the police.
Barnabé. This is a fight. You're supposed to hit.
Looking for a whipping, small stuff?
We have to go help.
It's time for school, kiddies.
A beautiful school - with bars.
- It'll work? - It lacks a setting, but it's good to go.
- What's that? - Don't touch.
You'll see.
You're a perv.
Yeah.
Avoid this.
Let me go.
Thanks for coming to my rescue.
Hurry.
Go, ahead.
Faster.
Band of slugs.
Where's the rest?
Yeah.
- Bravo. - Come along, little ones.
Go for it, Marion.
Welcome to Timpelbach, where the battle rages.
The show is one of rare violence.
Stop.
Ha, ha. Hey, hey.
Had enough?
That hurts.
Take that.
Marianne.
- Marianne. - Pick on someone your own size.
Yes.
Oscar.
You lost, Wanker.
Stout hearts! Keep the rhythm!
Forward.
Ready for the World Day of the Potato?
Blanket coverage!
Everyone to the shelters.
What's going on?
Now I know where the potatoes are.
It's an infernal machine.
Show time!
Look out!
Wow.
There's another one. Wait, I'm filming.
It's a miracle.
- Vengeance. - It's finished.
It's never finished.
A true leader must learn to take responsibility.
Oscar.
No.
Look out!
P'tit Louis!
Beat it, Four-eyes.
For P'tit Louis.
For Thomas.
And for me.
Enough. I surrender.
I've got it - I quit.
For sacking the village shops.
For terrorizing the children of Timpelbach.
For hitting Barnabé.
For having a clock hanging on the tail of Joseph the cat.
For attacking children.
For having used a firearm on P'tit Louis and wounding him.
For beating Robert Lapointe.
We will deliberate.
Well?
They deliberated.
Willy Haque and Oscar the Red...
henceforth no child...
will speak to you.
So much the better.
It will be a holiday.
For his exceptional courage...
during the great battle of Timpelbach,...
being able to drive a tram like a real plane...
Louis Keller, you were a hero - the biggest.
It is true that the launcher...
was like a real fighter plane?
Are you okay?
It's not too bad but it hurts some anyway.
This was waiting for you in the tram.
Get with it, move it!
Stop copying me!
Good.
Are you ready? Go fetch the parents.
I've been thinking.
We could cross the border. Maybe they took a vacation.
We can send spies! It's cool!
Now what?
They are coming.
After this little interruption...
The parents are coming. Come, come quickly.
- Attention, ladies, do not slip. - Listen to the bell.
- Children are ringing the bell. - We're coming.
- Look, there they are. - Come on.
My Charley.
Look what I found.
My security blanket.
My Thomas...
Thomas.
Wait.
My name is Louis Keller.
And me, Igor.
You are from what squadron?
Squadron?
My favourite student.
Here, sit down here.
Hop-là .
Me, I drew: bang, bang, bang.
Smaller...
scrunch up...
and smile!
My buddy.
Perfect.
Birdie...
We leave tomorrow abroad. Igor knows so many people.
It will make casting easier. Hi, kids.
Good evening.
Long time no see. What's your name again?
- Thomas. - Ah, yes.
Now we will dance the cha-cha-cha.
That's that.
I'm eating with my parents.
See you later?
Me too, I'll go.
See you... Four-eyes!
Tomorrow?
Count on me. See you tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
For me?
I'm pulling your leg.
I just want to take Mireille to school.
Mireille.
There's a boy here for you.
And...
You not working?
No.
Today's a holiday for adults.
Shall we?
See you.
Good day.
Can I borrow your pens?
Mistress, my pencil's working.
And voilà.
Who knows foolish parents?
Me. Me. Me.
...a sack...
Towards the Forest
It's a plane. Look.
School.
Goodbye, Crow.
- We will miss you. - It's so incredible.
Goodbye, kids!
Bah. It's already over?