:19:48
- Where are they going?
- To Berlin.
:19:51
- Berlin?
- Haven't you heard? War's been declared.
:19:54
Isn't it glorious?
:20:12
Those dreadful Prussians,
at the very gates of Paris.
:20:16
There, there, Maman. Don't take on so.
:20:18
We'll all be murdered in our beds.
It's disgraceful.
:20:23
There's not a morsel of food
to be bought anywhere in the whole town.
:20:28
Even the horseflesh has been sold out.
:20:31
And the streets...
It's frightening, terrifying.
:20:36
Never did I think I'd live to see France...
:20:38
...groveling in the dust
under the Prussian heel.
:20:43
- How will it end, Émile?
- How does it always end?
:20:46
In misery, suffering,
in the blood of the people.
:20:49
Those generals plunged us recklessly
into a war for which we were unprepared.
:20:54
Is it any wonder that we were
disastrously defeated?
:20:57
- Those are the fortunes of war.
- Those are indeed the fortunes of war.