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I think it's weather for manuring.

Belli!

What have they done to the boy?

Belli! Come over here!

That is not normal.

If it had got in his eyes
he could have been blinded.

You idiots! It's true.

You just laugh.

You should bury your face in shame.

Why?

You're spoiling the boy.

You're both the same.

But there's nothing wrong in that.

No one can see up here.

Nobody? What about us?

For him, it's not wrong to be naked.

You couldn't teach him that yet.

You don't know what you're saying.

Me neither. Now you know.

My God! What brats!

You swallow everything.

So he has got no respect at all.

Everything, everything...

The boy works for more than
he eats.

What about me?

Do I eat more than I work for?

If you had become a teacher, no doubt.

They all eat more than
they work for, down there.

With the wages I get up here,
you couldn't feed a rabbit down there.

Don't start on that again.

He would freeze to death.

Will he ever grow up?

You don't want him to.

He's there!

Looks starving.
– Let him eat.

He's got school this afternoon.

He must help me a bit on the land.

Then I'll send him.

Mother is in the garden.
That's where I'm going too.

...and give it to my little tree.

I will fetch rain water

from the barrel

and give it –

to my little tree.

I hope the electric fence
has arrived at last.

Just don't forget the coffee.

I don't mind about the rest.

I'll send the boy to meet you.

Otherwise I can carry it myself.

Give me the post.

Have the books come at last?

Can't wait, as usual?

Another letter with no sender.

I know who it's from.

Behind my back.

You and your "notions".

Lunch time!

"Notions"...

She would do better reading less of
those stories.

She'd be more content.

We cherish happy memories
of the dear deceased.

And may the Almighty give her
Eternal Peace.

Everyone will be going to her funeral.

That'll still depend on the weather.

What does granny write?

If we're coming over for Whitsun.
Greetings to everyone.

Nothing else?

If yes, hang out the flag.

Otherwise, everything's as usual.

It's nearly twelve.

Father will be looking out to see

if the bees' wax has arrived.

They're already at the window.

You could go over there alone once.

I'll go some time during the week.

Or else she won't let anyone help.

The grass is growing

and we're hoping for a good summer.

God bless you all

and a kiss for the dear boy.

Your Granny and Grandfather.

Belli?

Have you hung out the flag?

The boy already did it last night.

Damned tie!

Can't we go yet?

I'm just ready.

I think we'd better take some money.

They won't need much.
– Can you get it?

And something for the poor clerics.

I say, Belli! Look at that!
What's going on here?

Have you packed my prayer book?

I think so.
You'll need it over Whitsun.

It's taking so long today.

I think I'll put on the other shoes.
– We'll go on ahead.

Hello, Belli, how's everything?
– Hello, Gran. Fine and you?

Goodness, how he's grown!

Green gardens already at Whitsun.

In ours, at this time of year,
the grass is hardly green.

He replanted the pear tree.

In front of your mother's window.
Blocking her whole view.

Your view, not Hanni's.

I'm not saying anything.

Your mother surely felt her heart
with the last winds.

Her asthma is also worse again.

Look at the boy.

It's because we're talking too much.

Either he gets raging mad or like this,
as just lately.

Recently he threw father's
radio in the dung hole.

Grandfather,

do something with him.

We women have our rest day.

I'd have put the tree somewhere else

after the winds had
pulled it out.

You don't know the boy.

When he's got something
in his head, he's stubborn.

That's what I mean.

He's planted it in front of
his window, not mother's.

Yes, Hanni.

It isn't from us that she's got
her moodiness.

She used to be so cheerful.

She just hasn't been the same
since the boy.

If she worked more and prayed less
she'd be better off.

You mean the boy's to blame?

No one's to blame.

For 3 years nobody noticed

that he didn't hear.

I'll never understand that.

When he was small he laughed and
screamed like all children.

Some children talk earlier

than others. That can happen.

The doctor also said that.

Yes, even the doctor said that.

But it was like that,

he'd been deaf from birth.

Your mother never got over it.

What about father?

You know what he said to the doctor?

"I'd rather beat him to death

than let him be put away in a home."

He was so hung on him.

We're all hung on him.

But when your father took you out of

school your mother wasn't pleased.
She'd have liked you to be a teacher.

It's all right now.
– All right...

no proper job, nothing.

"If Belli's so clever, she can teach
the boy to write, and maths.

Then she'll also be a teacher."

That's what he said.

He's right. School makes stupid.

So we're two of the clever ones.

No looking at me under the glass.
Go to Belli.

I'll let him keep it.

What's the boy doing with the pigs?

The big sow has got another one.

Is that normal?

Gran,

cover your ears.

Me? Yes, cover your ears.

It's normal to hear.

Did you say something?

It's normal to hear, I said.

For us it's normal to hear.

We don't know if the boy finds

it normal not to hear.

I'm too stupid for all that.
But you'd have been a good teacher.

Granny, I'm sorry.

I think it's like that.

He's like a man when he works,
and he works a lot.

He's like a child when he plays.

He's both at the same time.

What's going on out there?

I can't hear anything.

They should have married earlier.

Your mother 35, your father over 40,
that's too late.

Many nights your mother cried

because of Franz's mother.

She ruled the house till the end.

All the children left home quickly.

Franz was the youngest,
so he had to stay.

Engaged for 15 years.

She didn't let another woman near
as long as she lived.

At the engagement they gave
each other binoculars.

Don't talk so much.

When the view was clear

they made signs at the window.

I never guessed
what it all meant.

You must make the candles before winter.

When the wax is old it burns slower.

I'll make the lunch.

He's got the wax on the bed-table.

The whole room smells of it.

That's ok.

I'll start the fire or
we won't be eating for a long time.

Franz working on a holy day?

Let's have a look.

Jesus! It's really close.

It's hard to find better ones.

But is Whit-Monday
also a holy day?

Yes, it is, but the Irascible were

never specially pious.

They haven't done badly either.

I don't know any of that family
who was really a bad sort.

Why have we got that nickname?

What nickname?

"Irascibles",
that's not a nickname.

They've been called that for ages.

Ever since that farm was there.

One of them perhaps was like that,

some hundred years ago.

But mother can't stand it when we're
called this.

She's never spoken
the name.

Better be proud of it.

The Irascibles were the only ones

who planted their own barley field.

They wanted to be free of
their masters in the valley.

So they always went a little hungry.

But never very hungry.

I'm coming.

Take the spray.
Let it go.

Relax.

Where's the boy?

He's outside with father.

I'm coming.

Has the dog eaten this morning?

No. He makes a big circle
round his plate.

I suppose you're proud of the rascal?

Bastard!

A bath tub would sometimes be nice.

Is it really not working?

Maybe the batteries go wet.

He's broken it.

Anyway, that music is no loss.

Your radio is no loss either.

That's something else.

His mind isn't on the game.

That boy has never had a bad conscience.

He's such a charmer.

I go to bed.

I prefer that to the radio music.

Now you won't go to bed
with wet hair.

Today I won't get up.

The devil's in him.
The damned bastard!

Shit!

Get him,

I'll break his neck.

We must do something.

Perhaps we should go down
to the valley with him.

And what else?

I can also turn his head

and send a bill afterwards.

He's coming to the age...

Yes, exactly.

when things slowly...

That's what I've been saying.

He should let out his temper
on the rocks.

There are enough rocks anyway.

Enough rocks for more boys.

You think so?

Just like his father.

Now you can see whose son he is.

Is it true about the barley story?

And that the Irascibles built
such walls a hundred years ago?

When your voice broke you had
to go splitting rock.

That wall behind is mine:

1940.

Franz, do you want another coffee?

It won't do any harm.

I think he's got the knack.
– Is there still any?

Stop it!

Leave it!

Hail Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with you.

You are blest among women

and blest is the fruit of your womb,

Jesus.

Holy Mary,

Mother of God,

you're right,
it's true. I remember

The wind rattled the house,

and the beds were moving.

I can hear it again, just like that.

There was a knocking just like that.

I'd hoped it was a shutter banging.

But there was a knocking on the door,

I did hear it.

I was afraid

it might be the ghost
of someone once living there,

a troubled soul,
wandering.

One of our mountain neighbours.
Ask her want she wants.

Wait!

I'm coming.

What's wrong?

He's up there on our alp,
splitting rock.

Thank goodness!

I thought we hadn't eaten 3 loaves
since yesterday.

So, he's been stealing bread.

He should stay up there till
it's clear down here.

3 loaves. That wasn't stealing.

Some tinned food is still up there.

Tomorrow I'll go to see him. Or you.

He's stolen the tools as well.

He's not setting foot in this house,
the god-forsaken son of a devil.

Belli, he's coming,
but alone.

Did you hear?

Heavens Belli,
what's the matter?

The boy wants to finish
his work up there, your father said.

Wait, I'll get you warm water.

He'll come home when he's hungry.
The boy!

It's sure to be warm near the stove.

You think

I should take him with me?

Of course. He's also got to know where
the money comes from.

You're probably right.

And that there are other people.

You mean different kinds.

I always thought

at the market there were only

cattle, or men, until now.

You thought.

There are women.

They come from far,

just for us.

Going to bed already?
– Good night.

Have you marked the things you want in
the catalogue? He'll take it to the post.

It's done. Good night.

Not even a coffee
if she isn't eating.

She's got moody again.

Takes after me.

And the boy...

takes after me then?

She's marked a lot.

Show me.

Look at that.

What does she want those for, up here?

I'll have to sell 2 more cows.

Look at him!

What a handsome boy!

What does the finance minister say?

Have we cheated?

You'd be afraid of someone like that.

For that amount
you could already buy a T.V.

Belli would like to have one.

The ones run by gas
cost a bit more.

If it were left to you
we'd still be in the Stone Age.

If it's left to those down there,
we'll soon be back there too.

What's that?

The spiced breads are finished.

It gave me a fright.

I almost couldn't get him
away from the pipe stand.

He didn't want to show it to Belli.

He's got shy.

We left him alone too long up there.

You could have changed the hundreds.

They'll start wondering in the shop.

He bought Belli a bag of breads.

We'll put that on the side, alright?

Where is he?

Not here. When did he leave?

Holy St. Tony, help us to find the boy...

...and send him home.

Let St. Tony go to sleep.

And let nothing happen to him.
Our Father, which art in heaven...

He's surely up on the alp.
With his little towers –

before the snow comes.

...on earth as it is In Heaven.

If you'd ever been up there once,
you would understand.

The man at the market said:

Your boy's good
at splitting rock.

You may not believe it,
but I've seen him.

...the power,

and the glory, for ever

and ever.

Amen.

Did I choose the right colour?

He's smearing.

It went down the wrong way.

You meant well.

That's not always the best.

Isn't it a pity for such a pretty skirt?

Listen... Yes?

Tell me Belli.

I'm expecting.

I know.

I've known a long time.

I've prayed.

But now I'm pleased.
And you be too.

Belli's expecting.

A child?

Where from?

Who from?

From the boy.

The Irascible!

The Irascibles' Franz!

What are you doing?

Don't touch it,

leave it,

wake up!

Listen to me!

I'll kill them, kill them both.

Father...