All language subtitles for Poil de carotte (The Read Head) (J. Duvivier_ 1932) (eng.)

The Red Head.

Ah, here's Monsieur Lepic!

How are you, M Lepic?

Honorine! Why are you being
familiar with M Lepic?

Oh, Mme Lepic knows that
it doesn't bother him.

Maybe. But you must
respect his position.

A servant is a servant.

Going out, dear?

It's so warm, you won't
need a jacket.

Hey, the children are
returning today.

Don't forget to pick them
up at the station.

And tell the farmer to get
the cart ready, for the trunks.

Quite right. A straw hat
is best in this heat.

It's like talking to a stone!
Not one word!

Not even, "You bore me".

Twenty years of this!

- Family!
- A family...

is a group of people
forced to live together

under one roof, and who
can't stand each other.

Did you write that?

François Lepic, did you?

Now look,
it's the holidays.

You're going back home to
your family for two months.

I need to know what
you mean by this.

It suggests a strange
state of mind.

Is this how you thank your
parents for their sacrifices?

You father provides
for you, doesn't he?

- Yes, M Lepic...
- What's that? "M Lepic"?

Yes. M Lepic...
I mean, my father...

- Well? Your father?
- He's very impressive.

I don't see him much.

He's always working in Paris,
or he's out hunting.

And at home he never speaks.

He sniggers into his beard,

especially when my brother
Félix is being funny.

But... he loves you?

Oh, I suppose so.

In his own way...
silently.

- And your mother?
- Madame Lepic?

Oh, she talks and talks.
She argues all on her own.

The more M Lepic keeps quiet,
the more she talks.

She talks to M Lepic,
who says nothing,

to my brother Félix,
who replies when it suits him,

and to me, and I reply
when it suits her.

And she talks to the dog,
who wags its tail.

Come along, old Minus,
we'll take a little walk.

And then we'll go and fetch
the children from the station.

There are marks
on the dishes, Honorine.

Marks? How could they have
got marks in the cupboard?

Maybe something has been
walking around on them.

Look at these spots.

Where?

- I don't see anything.
- I didn't think so.

Listen, I'm not saying I'm letting
you go, but you're getting old...

And, in spite of the cost, I'm willing
to hire someone to help you.

I'd never get along with
another woman in my way.

Exactly as I thought.

So...

I've hired a young girl.

- So I'm being thrown out.
- No, my dear Honorine.

There'll always be a bowl
of soup for you here.

You've got old, you poor thing.

Your eyesight's going.
You need rest.

It's a young girl I
hired last week.

So, if she comes
while I'm out...

Excuse me, sir. Which way
to the Lepics' house?

The Lepics?
What do you want there?

I'm Annette Perrault. Mme Lepic
hired me last week as a maid.

- Straight on and first left.
- Thank you.

Just a moment... Since you're
going to the Lepics...

You must act from your heart,
be affectionate.

When you see your father,
throw your arms round him.

Throw my arms round M Lepic?

- Why not? He's not a bell tower.
- I'd rather jump in the river.

What a strange little fellow!
Why do you say that?

If I threw my arms round M Lepic,
he'd think I was going to bite him.

And he'd push me off and say,
"Carrot-top, get off my feet!"

- He calls you "Carrot-top"?
- Of course!

Mme Lepic gave me that name
because of the colour of my hair.

- Your hair is blonde.
- It's red to Mme Lepic.

- She has sharp eyes.
- Run along. You'll miss the train.

- Félix will be looking for you.
- Goodbye!

Goodbye. And be kind
to your mother.

It's so good to have a nice mother.

She has her own particular
way of showing hatred.

A very nasty way.

One moment you'll be
her little Fifi,

the next she'll be looking
for reasons to complain.

But you'll soon get to
know her character.

As for M Lepic,
I know him well.

He hates three things:
lies, disorder and gossip.

There!
Hey, shepherd...

You'll be elected for sure,
this time.

And we'll finally have a
mayor worthy of the village.

Madame Lepic?

You know, Mme Lepic

would like to go to heaven
on her own, without me.

She's a sanctimonious
old egoist.

She wants me to roast in hell.

That's fine by me. At least
I won't be joining her in paradise.

Goodbye. I'm off to the station
to pick up the children.

There are three of them:
Carrot-top, Félix and Ernestine.

The youngest is Carrot-top.

Carrot-top?
That's a strange name.

The name suits him well.

Madame Lepic says so.

I'll clear the table.

Yes, he's a funny kid.

Mme Lepic swears he's a lying,

hypocritical,
good-for-nothing layabout.

That's what she says.

All that at the same time?

Oh, I never noticed it myself.

But it must be true if
Mme Lepic says so.

- Where's the kitchen?
- Here.

But, in my opinion,

the kid came too late.

They weren't expecting another
and, well, you understand...

But he's not such
a bad little kid.

He can give you a hand
now and then.

No thanks.
I can manage fine on my own.

Why not? He'd rather be
working than playing.

That's child number two.
Ernestine.

She's no worse than
any other kid.

Only... you never know what
she's thinking.

That's the eldest. Félix.

Madame Lepic's darling.

If you ask me,
she's scared of him.

Only, she says he has
a delicate nature.

Hey, Félix!

Everyone aboard!

- Hello, father.
- Hello.

- Goodbye!
- Ah, Minus!

I'm so happy to see you,
my little Minus!

Hey, watch out! You're on
my feet, Carrot-top.

Come on...

Let's go!

Félix, my big boy,
a slice of melon?

I don't like melon.

And you don't either,
do you, Carrot-top?

- Don't you answer when I
speak to you? - Yes, Mum.

Don't talk with your mouth full!

Disgusting little boy!

Are you going to
leave that there?

Would you pass me a little
bread to go with my jam?

Oh! Mme Lepic is
speaking to M Lepic.

There's going to be trouble!

To be insulted in front
of my own children!

And in front of the servants.

Oh! Madame shouldn't
get so upset.

What? Mind your own
business! Back to work!

Have you at least shut
up the chicken coop?

No, Madame. I forgot.

All right.
Carry on with your work.

You're so lucky!

I've done harder
things than that.

You'd see. Crossing the yard,

at night, without a light...

I'd manage.

Félix, my boy. Would you
shut the chicken coop?

Oh, I don't have time.
I'm reading.

Carrot-top! Go and shut
the chicken coop.

My little Carrot-top.

Oh, it's too dark!

He won't go. He's too
frightened to do it.

- I'll go, Madame.
- No, you won't.

You're scared,
aren't you, Carrot-top?

Me? Scared?

And give the melon
rind to the rabbits.

- Scared, weren't you?
- Me? Huh!

That's what you think.

In that case, Carrot-top,
you can do it every night.

- Good night, my dear.
- Good night, Mum.

Good night.

Good night.

- Does anyone need the toilet?
- No.

No.

Bye!

And also, Lord,
if you're a decent chap,

please fix it so my mother
forgets me tomorrow.

Thy will be done.

There! I've fed the dog,

the chickens and the rabbits.

When Félix has had his
hot chocolate,

the whole Lepic family
will be fed and watered.

Now let's hang this up
in the meadow.

Let me take it,
Monsieur Lepic.

Call me Carrot-top, and
I'll call you Annette.

Yes, Monsieur Lepic.

- Carrot-top!
- Yes, Monsieur Carrot-top.

Not "Monsieur"! Mme Lepic
would go mad if she heard that!

Leave it.
It's too heavy for you.

That's what you say!
Feel that!

Go on!

Why are you
looking at me like that?

Listen. We need to
understand each other,

so that we can work together.

Who wants to go hunting
with me?

Oh! Daddy!

Me, me! It's my turn!

All right. We'll leave
in five minutes.

- Leave it!
- No, no.

- You like hunting, do you?
- Oh yes, it's great!

I get to carry the bag,
and I scare out the hares.

- So, do you like it here?
- Maybe.

It's no worse here than
anywhere else.

And with Mme Lepic,
she'll be fine for a month,

while she puts up with you.

In the meantime,
here's a good tip:

To get on her good side,
just say bad things about me.

She doesn't like you much,
does she?

She's my mother.

She's certainly the mother
of Félix. She dotes on him.

Félix and I have
nothing in common.

- Going out, dear?
- Yes.

I'm cycling into the
village with my kite.

I'm coming too, right?
I'll sit on the handlebars.

Certainly.
Isn't that right, dear?

Oh, I don't care.

Darling!

Do you get many visitors?

No. M Lepic
doesn't like company.

He's rude to Mme Lepic's
friends, so they don't come back.

I'd better hurry. M Lepic
might leave without me.

Annette!

What do you
think you're doing?

Nothing, Madame.
I was talking with your son.

Aha! You were talking
with my son, Carrot-top.

- He's a good little man.
- He's certainly won you over.

You're lucky to be in the
good favours of Carrot-top.

Not everyone is so fortunate.

Take your hands out of
your pockets,

or I'll sew them shut.

Look at the little scruff!

What's got into you? You'd
think I was maltreating you.

Dirty boy. If there was one
splash of mud left in the world,

it would end up on you.

I was digging.

You've finally managed
to ruin your smock.

Go to the farm
and fetch me some cream.

- Do you hear me?
- Yes, Mum.

- Is your trunk still at
the station? - Yes, Madame.

You can pick it up in
the wheelbarrow. Right?

Don't you answer
when you're spoken to?

- It's just...
- What?

- I'm going hunting with Daddy.
- You are not going hunting.

- I promised.
- Then you'll break your promise.

- What am I going to say?
- Tell him you changed your mind.

- You're sulking.
- No.

Yes, you are sulking,
you wooden head!

Now, I forbid you to go
hunting with your father.

- Love you.
- Goodbye!

If I had only those two...

Let's go...

Hey, are you coming?

No. I've thought about it.
I'd rather stay here.

- Are you making fun of me?
- No. I just changed my mind.

What are you doing?

I'm going to tell him that it was
Mme Lepic who stopped you going.

- What's it got to do with you?
- He'll think you're moody.

Oh, he's used to it.

All I want is to avoid
getting hit.

M Lepic never hits me,
but Mme Lepic,

for the slightest reason...
slap!

- Look out, she's watching.
- Where?

Behind the window.

So what? We're not doing
anything wrong.

You don't know her!

- She won't eat us.
- She might...

Oh la la! My God.

- Is this how you spend
your holidays? - Yes.

Next Sunday, I'm going to see
my godfather. He's great!

I have to go to
the farm.

Hey, you little duck!
Is the water good?

Yes, Godfather. It's warm!

How can I catch anything
with you splashing about?

It's OK, I've finished
swimming now.

Here...

Dry yourself.

You're cold.
Here, have a drop of this.

It's good.
It gets the blood going.

- Ugh! Revolting.
- A worm isn't dirty.

You won't find anything
cleaner in the world.

All it eats is earth.

- I eat them.
- Go on. Show me.

These ones are a bit big.

I'd have to grill them and
spread them on some bread.

I prefer the little ones,
like you get in plums.

That's why the family
says you're disgusting.

- I don't give a damn.
- Hello, Carrot-top!

Oh great, it's Mathilde!

Get dressed first! You can't go
round naked in front of the ladies.

Oh, she's my fiancée.

That's no reason to show your
goods before the wedding.

- You OK?
- Yes.

Is it today we're getting
married?

No, I'm not dressed for it.

- But we can have a rehearsal.
- Yes, yes.

I still need another 50 francs
to get a free-wheel for my bike.

I know where
to get some money.

In the chest of drawers.
Under the pile of linen.

What? Mum's money?

We can't have a marriage
without music, Carrot-top.

Hang on. I'll get my hurdy-gurdy
and play you a little serenade.

Since we're getting married,
I can give you a kiss.

Hey, that's funny.
When I do that it goes all red.

Today is the wedding day
of one of our kin.

Churchwarden, ring your bells!
Play, my bagpipes!

The girl isn't rich
but she's charming and pretty,

which is enough for the
handsome groom.

Oh, maids of the village
and all around,

put on your best finery.

Run! The royal cortège
is passing through the streets.

Sing out with joy!

And now the wedding feast.
Sit down.

- Are you hungry?
- Oh yes, yes.

- Here. Would you like some?
- No, thank you.

It's good to see you
wolfing it down like that.

It seems your mother doesn't
give you as much as you'd like.

It depends. If she's hungry,
I can eat till she's finished.

She'll serve me
well enough,

but when she's finished,
I'm finished too!

You have to speak
up for yourself!

- That's easy to say!
- You're scared of her?

The trouble is I don't scare
her enough. For example,

when she tries to give
my brother Félix a slap,

he jumps up like a
ballet dancer

and scares the life out of her.

Do like him. Try some ballet.

That would be a sight,
dancing a duet for my mother!

It would be so charming,
dancing arm in arm...

We might manage to entertain
her before she thrashed me.

Come on, Carrot-top.
We have to go back home.

Damn!

- Hello.
- Hello, Annette.

Hello, Mathilde.

Get a move on, Carrot-top.

- Goodbye, Carrot-top.
- Goodbye, Godfather.

Goodbye.

You shouldn't sulk
so much at home.

No-one will ever
love me like that!

- Nobody loves me!
- Stop!

Nobody loves me!

Hey, what's that for?

There he is, the dirty brat.

Dirty brat?

Dirty brat? That's my son
you're calling a dirty brat.

I don't care if he is
your son. He's a lout!

A lout? Lout?
Say that again!

Gladly. A lout!

Come along, my dear.
Come on, my little Carrot-top.

- We'll leave this wretch.
- Wretch yourself! Old trout!

My darling.

Now it's just us two.

Tell me, my dear,
whom do you like better?

Your father or your mother?

I like Mum better.

Dad...

Not everyone is lucky
enough to be an orphan.

Good night. Does anyone
need to go to the toilet?

- No.
- No.

So I'll leave the light on?

Good night.

Annette!
Lock the doors.

Monsieur Lepic...

Well? What is it?

I wanted to tell you...
The other day, it was Mme Lepic

who stopped your son
from going hunting.

- Well?
- Mme Lepic is unfair to him.

- Your son is unhappy.
- Who?

- Félix?
- No. Carrot-top.

- What? She stopped him
going hunting? - Yes.

- Why?
- Because she knows he likes it.

- Maybe she needed him.
- She always needs him.

He does all the chores
while the others have fun,

playing hopscotch or
flying their kite.

- I can't say I'd noticed.
- Of course not, you're busy.

But ever since I came here,
I've seen...

- Seen what?
- Things.

He's such a nice little boy.

- Who?
- Carrot-top!

So intelligent.

But Mme Lepic terrorizes him.

If he stands up to her...
Slap! It's finished.

She's highly strung.

So far, he can just
shrug it off.

But he's growing.
He's not a little kid any more.

Did you see his eyes today?

Little problems. The usual
childhood woes.

There are children so
unhappy they kill themselves.

Have you gone mad, Annette?

Go to bed.

Where is the photo
of Carrot-top?

What photo?
I've never seen one.

It's true.

Carrot-top!

It's you? What do you want?
Let me sleep!

Carrot-top! This can't go on.

Mme Lepic is making your life
unbearable. You have to run away.

It may well get to that.
But where would I go?

It doesn't matter. Ask to stay
at school during the holidays.

Only poor kids can do that.
M Lepic would never agree.

Ask him. Explain it to him.

Do you think it's possible
to confide in him?

No-one loves you.

- Maybe he hides his feelings.
- He hides them well!

Nobody loves you.

So what am I to do?

- There's the well in the yard.
- Yes, it's deep.

Throw yourself down.

- I already thought of it.
- There you are...

But I don't like water.

On the way to Godfather's
house, there's the pond.

You've heard the toads there
as you pass by at night.

- I stopped there once.
- You wanted to jump in?

But I can't, it's too cold.

You could draw a bucket from
the well and stick your head in it.

That would be easier.

All it needs is a minute of
courage, and then it's all over.

Mme Lepic will be furious.

In her heart, she'll be happy.

I don't want her to be happy!
She's too wicked.

So go on strike.
Refuse to obey her.

That'll make things even worse.

- Try it anyway.
- You think I should?

I saw you.
You took the money.

- I'll tell Mum.
- What's it got to do with you?

Give me some money.

- I don't have it.
- Then I'll tell Dad.

- OK. You'll keep my secret?
- Yes.

All right.

Oh, let me go!

So, if I was elected...

It's a foregone conclusion,
Mr Mayor.

...the first order of my
administration would be to

re-establish the mayor's right
to kiss all the young brides.

Oh, what a joker you are!

He's not joking!

Hello, M Chatelain,
hello, hello.

My dear little Carrot-top,

would you be nice and fetch
me some flour from the mill?

Look, look.

No, Mum!

You must have misunderstood
me, Carrot-top.

- I asked you...
- No, Mum! I won't go to the mill.

Yes, in my opinion...

What did you say?
Are you dreaming?

-No, Mum.
- Look, Carrot-top...

I'm asking you...
I'm ordering you...

to go immediately to the
mill and fetch the flour.

I heard you.
I won't go.

So I must be dreaming.
You refuse to obey me?

- Yes, Mum.
- You refuse to obey your mother?

My mother. Yes, Mum.

This is mutiny.
You all heard, gentlemen.

I politely asked Carrot-top
to do me a favour,

to walk to the mill.
And... you heard him.

Fortunately. Because I've been
accused of making things up.

He shan't go!

Stay there. Félix!

It's your turn to help
your mother.

Go and fetch a pound
of flour from the mill.

- Until Sunday, gentlemen.
- Until Sunday.

This is the respect I
get from my children!

I'm treated like the
lowest of the low.

Mummy...

Get away!

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye. See you Sunday.

You see, old Minus?
It was pointless.

No-one loves you,
Carrot-top.

Look!

There's water in the bucket.

It'll just take one minute.
One minute of courage.

Do it!

Go on, my dear,
you go to the mill.

Dirty brat!

Always finding new ways
to make a mess.

Get to work. Make yourself
useful and clean the yard.

What have I done to deserve
a child like this?

Leave me alone, you idiot.

What were you up to just now,
with your head in the bucket?

Hello, M Bernard.
You're the first.

The election is at 10?

Yes, but there's M Merleron.

He's late.

At 10.30, his son will
be getting married.

That's right. He couldn't
stand the old mayor.

He'd rather wait for
M Lepic to be elected.

- M Lepic is sure to win.
- Oh, it's certain.

- How many votes?
- 12.

Lepic's a good man.

But his shoes must be
pinching today.

This time, there's no question.

Someone has stolen another
50 francs from my drawer.

50 francs, Annette.

You haven't seen them
by any chance?

- What? I'm an honest girl,
Madame. - Yes.

Mum... You might want
to ask Carrot-top.

He knows for sure.

So now you're stealing
from your mother?

Leave that child alone!

One day you're stealing an egg,
the next you're stealing a cow,

and then you'll be
killing your mother!

I told you to leave
that child alone.

- What?
- You understand French?

What?

I forbid you to speak
to him from now on.

A wicked child?
Who steals from me?

- Dirty brat!
- I forbid you...!

Annette!

Félix! Ernestine!

I forbid you to ever marry!

Oh, it's terrible!

To speak to me like that!

This house!

I've had all I can
take of this

filthy rubbish...

- I'm going.
- Oh, Madame!

I won't stay another
second in this house.

This is all your fault.

- Come on, Mum!
- Come on.

Dad, I want to
leave this house.

I'm old enough
to earn a living.

What? You're not happy
with your family?

Why didn't you say something?

- Are you afraid of me?
- Yes.

Why are you always hiding?

- You should speak up for yourself.
- I would if I could.

- You never speak when we're
out hunting. - Nor do you.

You're right.

- You're always sulking.
- No, Dad, I never sulk!

So what are you doing,
always hiding in the corners?

I rage,
against injustice.

Leave her.

She won't go far.

I have to go. They're waiting
for me at the town hall.

Go and get dressed.
You can come and join me.

We'll eat together.

And if I'm elected,
we'll have a party.

That'll snap you out of it.

Go and put on your nice
clothes, your Sunday ones.

My Sunday clothes aren't nice,
they're Félix's cast-offs.

Minus!

What are you doing?

I'm so happy! Dad and I
are going to the party.

Let me do that.
You go and get dressed.

- Oh, yes.
- Go on, hurry.

Give me the money.

- Give me the money you promised!
- Oh, leave me alone!

Ah, here's the mayor.

I'm late.

You're quite sure you
want to be married by me?

You'll have a long wait
if I'm not elected!

Ah, the musicians. Are we going
to have the elections set to music?

Oh, if I was confident
about this

my shoes wouldn't feel
so uncomfortable.

Annette!

Annette! Annette!

M Lepic... M Lepic...

A blank vote...
M Merleron... M Lepic...

M Merleron, one vote.

Two blank votes.

M Lepic, 9 votes.

It's settled.
M Lepic is elected.

Ah yes, underneath the jacket.

Time for a little speech.

- Where are you going?
- I'm taking up Carrot-top's shoes.

- M Lepic is waiting for him.
- Don't bother.

Carrot-top is being punished.

Annette! I forbid you...

Annette!

He's escaped.

Oh, it's nice to be
so well-behaved.

I've brought you lollipops.
Say, "Thank you, Auntie."

- Thank you, Auntie.
- Thank you, Auntie.

Oh, he's not one of the
wedding party, that one.

After the ceremony,

there'll be a party
in the café across the road.

Come on,
your turn now.

Mum! Mum!

- He took the money.
- Sneak!

- She made me do it.
- Liar!

Stop it! Isn't it enough that
I'm the most miserable wife?

Now I'm to be the most
wretched mother as well.

Come on, Félix,
I won't be angry.

But you're the eldest.
Be sensible!

Are you Annette?

M Lepic sent me to tell
you he's been elected,

and that he won't be
back for lunch. Goodbye!

Did you hear that?

Your wicked brother is
no doubt with him.

I'll go and see.

I'll be needed there.

Go and get your hat,
my dear boy.

No. I'm going to the fair.

- I have a meeting.
- You can go later.

- Surely you want to come with
your sister and me? - No.

Enough!
You're annoying me.

You see, my little one?

This is my reward.

This is what they mean by
the gratitude of men.

Luckily, I still have you.
Come along.

No! Go on your own.

I don't want people to
see me there.

My God... my God...

- Sign here.
- But I can't write, Mr Mayor.

Then put a cross.

Not only do I make the law,
I practise it too.

And I'll start by kissing
the bride.

You'll come and join the
wedding party, Mr Mayor?

- Where's that?
- In the bar opposite.

That works out fine.
I was going there myself.

The ceremony is finished.

- Dad!
- Yes, we'll talk later.

Your health, Mr Mayor.

To yours.
You'll need it today!

I'm joking!

- Here I am, Dad.
- Yes, I can see you.

Leave me alone. I'm busy.
Run along.

Hey, it's Carrot-top!

You need to stop growing and
wait for your trousers to catch up.

Hey, there he is,
the little duck.

OK?

Give me a packet of shag.

So did you try some ballet?

Matches.

What's the matter?

You'll never be
happier than today.

It's not as if your mother
doesn't love you.

- She's a bad woman.
- She's your mother!

That's what you say.

As for your father...

he'll have a world of other
preoccupations from now on.

- Hello, Philippe! How are you?
- I'm very well.

I wanted to tell you...

Carrot-top!

You'll always be alone.
Always!

Run! To the pond.

There's no other way.
Look! The pond.

Hello, Carrot-top!

Hello, Mathilde.

I'm going to find my Dad
at the party. Are you coming?

No?

We'll never get married,
Mathilde,

because I'm going
to kill myself.

- Do you have to?
- Yes.

Since you feel it's necessary,
Carrot-top, you'll have to do it.

It's a pity, Carrot-top,
because I really like you.

Me too.

Perhaps if I'd been more
like my brother Félix...

Don't you want to kiss me,
Carrot-top?

- Are you going to jump
in the water? - Yes.

It's not very nice, because
the water is dirty.

And it's cold, too.

You won't dare do it,
Carrot-top.

There's a rope in the barn.
You saw it just now.

Go and hang yourself!

You'll see how
easy it is to die.

Come along.
I'll take you to the party.

Goodbye, Mathilde.

So you've made your mind up?
You're going to kill yourself?

Yes.

And then afterwards you'll
come with me to the fête?

Yes, Mathilde.

- Hello, Mathilde.
- Hello.

- Have you seen your fiancé?
- Yes, he's coming back.

He's coming back.
Where's he gone?

- To kill himself.
- To kill himself!

- To kill himself.
- Yes.

Hey, Mr Mayor! Do you
know where your son is?

- Let the mayor dance!
- I'm exercising!

This is no time for jokes.

What are you singing about?

I'm singing that people
shouldn't have kids

if they're not able
to love them.

You're drunk!

Your son has gone
to kill himself!

What?

Carrot-top has gone
to kill himself.

Half an hour ago, we were
chatting like old friends,

Carrot-top and me.

It was too late.

And now it may never be
possible to put things right.

Carrot-top!

Carrot-top is trying
to kill himself!

Carrot-top!

Carrot-top!

Madame! Carrot-top is
going to kill himself!

He's incapable of doing it.

It's pride! He's trying to make
himself more interesting.

Carrot-top!

- Take off the rope!
- No!

- Take off the rope!
- No, no!

Take off the rope!

Why?

Why?

Why?

Daddy, I want to die.

Why?... Why?

Because I don't love
my mother.

And me?

Do you think I love her?

What did you say?

I said...
Do you think I love her?

So, you're unhappy too?

As unhappy as me?

If that makes you happy.

Come on.

Let's not stay here.

You were born too late,
Carrot-top.

- That's not my fault.
- You're right.

We weren't expecting you.

By then, there was no love left
between your mother and me.

Listen, Carrot-top, the most
important thing in a relationship

is understanding, harmony.

And compatibility of spirit.

If you like.

The character of Mme Lepic is
exactly the opposite of mine.

A family should consist of

those whom we love,
and those who love us.

That's true.

Do you love me, Daddy?

Like a child that I lost and found.

Come on.

You've been unlucky.

I was wrong about you,

like I was wrong
about your mother.

I feel sorry for you, Dad.
I'm young, but you...

You'll spend all your old age
with a woman who likes

to make others unhappy.

She's not happy, either.

What do you mean,
she's not happy?

It's not so simple.

She's not happy when
she's hitting me?

Yes. That's the only
pleasure she gets from you.

Does that surprise you?

That someone who's incapable
of being loved can suffer too.

I'm not sure.

There's an inn. Let's eat.

A father is a good dad.
A mother is a good mum.

- If not, there's nothing.
- You're right.

- Your health, François.
- No more Carrot-top?

Carrot-top is dead.
He hanged himself in the barn.

From now on,
you're François again.

- For everyone?
- For everyone.

And from now on, you don't need
to be afraid of anything at home.

We're two now.

- Your health, M Lepic.
- Oh?

Your health... my Daddy.

English subtitles by
Kinsayder at KG.