War and Peace

Aunt! Prince Andre is here.
Among the wounded.
- Andre?
- I saw him.

He is unconscious.
Terribly wounded.

- Natasha.
- She doesn't know yet.

- She mustn't know.
- His men say he's dying.

Natasha must not know.
All right!
Get those wagons moving!

Pull them up ahead
and turn them around!

You, in the back, pull ahead!
We've got another load of wounded!

- Officer?
- Get them moving! Yes, miss?

After we've left and the wounded men
are in our house, what then?

I'm afraid I don't know.
I'm only a transport officer.

My orders are to get back quickly
and pick up another load of wounded.

They're to be left here deserted
with nobody to take care of them?

To be taken prisoner?
To die?

I'm afraid that's in other hands
than ours, mademoiselle.

- If you will permit me...
- Take those chairs down!

That's enough.
Now, put it down now.

- Come along.
- Father, you can't do this!

What do you mean?
The settee?

If you left that here, those three men
wouldn't have to stay here...

- and become prisoners of the French!
- What three men?

But of course!
If we leave the settee behind, I don't
know what will happen to your mother.

- I'll speak to mother.
- Back into the house with it!

You three are to come with us
on that cart, please.

Sir, your men must make themselves
at home in my house.

Count, please help us.
Is there no room in one of your carts
for this poor fellow?

Of course.
Hurry. Hurry.