All language subtitles for Ni.vu.ni.connu.1958

NEITHER SEEN NOR RECOGNIZED

The most quiet town in France

Gentlemen, while I'm mayor...

...of our town, it will
be a quiet town.

After the founding of Montpaillard,
things have improved.

Sometimes we have troublemakers
in our town.

They need to be dealt with very strictly.

It's Blaireau again, isn't it?
-Yes, I'll get him.

I'll get him.
-Of course!

Everybody has to respect
the authorities...

...but alas.

What happened to Parju?
-Blaireau again, judge.

It never stops.
-We've had enough.

They say he'll never pay
for his crimes.

How many prisoners do you have?
-About 12.

Good people, very quiet.
-Even the prisoners are quiet.

This town's sleepy.

I prefer a quiet town
to a violent town.

This is very good.

Since Henri IV...

Yes.

Mayor.
-Hello, Parju.

Any news?
-Nothing.

Perfect, I hope it stays like this.

I wanted to tell you something.
-What?

Blaireau must have done this.
-Yes.

When will you get him.
-He keeps outsmarting me.

If he had your job, he would
have caught you a long time ago.

Indeed.
-Silence.

Heads up and long live Montpaillard.

Dismissed.

TOWN HALL

Hello, mayor.
-Hello.

Come on. It's time for bridge.

47.
-48.

47.
-48.

Am�d�e, try this.

44.

Remember the password?
-Yes.

2 of clubs means I have a diamond.

And 3 of hearts?
-5 of spades.

Hello, mayor.
-Hello.

Hello dad, hello mum, hello gentlemen.

Arabella, my little girl...

Come in.
-Tell me.

She's a handful. Is she getting married?
-Certainly.

And, dear Dubenoit,
any news?

Excuse me, madam.
Roasted pheasant or with oranges?

Blaireau, no doubt.
-The hunting season has ended.

Blaireau, yes.
-Who is this Blaireau?

Blaireau... is... well...

Blaireau is Blaireau.

Come here, Getlost.

I understand.
-Some kind of rural Bohemian.

A poacher. There's no room
for his type in this town.

Hello, Countess.
-Hello, Mr Fl�chard.

She's waiting for you.
-Thank you.

What's this?
"A man loves you from the shadows."

Yes.

Miss.
-There's the little Chopin.

I brought a piece by Schumann...

"I'm all yours."
-Whose?

Yours, madam.
-Alright, start then.

Let's start. Your fingers
like little hammers.

One, two three, four...
your fingers like little hammers.

Excuse me.

A bit for Getlost and a bit
for Lucienne.

Let's go.

Beautiful, Blaireau.

There.

Beautiful, Blaireau.
-You already said that.

Beautiful, Blaireau.
-I know.

Thank you.

Beautiful, Blaireau.
-Good.

Beautiful, Blaireau.

Yes, alright.
-Beautiful, Blaireau.

I get it now.

Beautiful, Blaireau.
-Yes, alright, what is it?

Thanks, Lucienne.

Parju, Parju, Parju
come here.

Parju, have a nice meal.
A big pig.

The king of pigs.

Thanks to madam.

Come here.

Listen, Parju...

You there, me there.

Come here, Getlost.

It's Blaireau.

There you are.
Always running after the girls.

Parju, let him pass.

Yes.

I don't know what's wrong with him.
I can't control him.

I'll get you, Blaireau.
-Look, a fly.

Excuse me.

I'm consumed by love.
Three times a week...

...I suffer a bit less.
Stupid.

Arabella, my dear.

All rural people are idiots.
-And little Collibert?

An idiot.
-And the one who just graduated?

An idiot.
-Bernard, the boy who...

He's definitely an idiot.

Montpaillard doesn't have enough men.
-Are you talking about me?

About the whole council.
-That sounds like the stuff...

...you've been printing.
-We only print what the people think.

You're just following your own ambition.
-I prefer ambition to weakness.

What are you talking about?
-I'm clear enough.

I'm listening.
-One word will suffice.

Say it.
-Blaireau.

Blaireau...
-Indeed, sir.

People have been talking about
him for 20 years now.

We'll get Blaireau.
-While we wait for that, gentlemen...

...this poacher commits
crime after crime.

Parju...

Hey, Parju...

Beautiful mushrooms.

Beautiful mushrooms.

Hello, madam. How many?

The usual.

Alright.

Good mushrooms. Nice mushrooms.

Here are your mushrooms.

Here are your mushrooms.

One, two, three,
four and boom and boom.

Mushrooms.

Do you want mushrooms, Parju?
-Water mushrooms.

Did you lose something, Parju?
-Where are the trouts?

The trouts?

The trouts!
-But the fishing season's closed.

And they call that upholding the law.

I'll get you, Blaireau.

Fresh mushrooms.

You're disturbing public order.

How's your father, Miss Arabella?

Doing fine.
-And your mother?

Doing fine as well, thanks.
-Come on, Parju.

The black collection came in.
-I know, thanks.

Read it, read it, read it.
I didn't read this one.

I'll have another look.
-Hello, Mr Fl�chard.

Hello, Mr Fl�chard.
-Hello, Miss.

You'd like?
-"The two of us".

I don't have it anymore.
-"Don't shoot the piano player".

I won't take this one.
-Alright.

I'll put it back.

What do I owe you?
-220.

Has the "Paris Match" arrived?
-Yes, it's outside.

See you later.
-Yes... yes.

Roses and these for my mother.

Oh, my note.

Hi, Tarzan.
-He's the Tarzan.

Let's start.
Let's go to work.

We'll start today with the
"allegretto amoroso".

More intensity, Miss.
More passion.

What are you thinking off?
-Something else.

Think of... the man you love.

That won't happen anytime soon.
I like action men.

A man like me and in Montpaillard,
there are only idiots.

Thank you, Miss.
So I'm an idiot.

But you're from Dijon.
What's wrong with him?

Ah, women!

I got this job thanks to a woman.

She was throwing money
out of the window...

...and I saw it drop.

Typical for Parisians.
-Back then I was the minister's cousin.

You're not anymore?
-He's no longer a minister.

He gave me the job in Montpaillard
just in time.

That was good timing.
I could choose between becoming...

...a prison director or going
to jail myself.

Another trout?
-I'm tempted.

I haven't eaten any fish since...
the fishing season closed.

It opens tomorrow.

Doroth�e?
-Sir?

Is this from Blaireau?
-I only wanted to please you.

You should be ashamed.
Take that with you.

I have an idea.
We'll get him.

How long in prison?
-A maximum of 6 months.

A scandal... but better than nothing.

In prison with him.

6 months for poaching and
3 months for handling stolen goods.

We'll prosecute him.

Handling stolen goods, for instance
eating Blaireau's fish.

CITY OF MONTPAILLARD
OPENING OF FISHING SEASON

Friends, to celebrate the opening of
the fishing season, we're organising...

...a big angling contest.

First price: 5000 francs.
Second price: 1500 francs.

Third price: 500 francs.
Fourth price: a work of art.

Parju, a little...
-Everyone can register...

...in the Bonino caf�.

Hello.
-I'm going to catch a lot tomorrow.

Don't catch small ones.
-You're making me laugh.

What's that, Blaireau?
-It's for children.

Your turn, Blaireau.
-I'm here for my dog.

A bit shorter and the ears
like always.

Gentlemen, good morning.
-Good morning, mayor.

Are you participating?
-To stay in touch with the people.

If only you were a bit closer to them.
Give me number 4.

The four is for catching whales.

Each angler's entitled to one rod.

The angler will attach some bait
at the end of the rod.

Alright.
-Shall I register you?

Yes.

Gentlemen, I drink to this
democratic sport.

A symbol of freedom and independence.
Long live angling.

Last year I caught seven rudds,
the size of my hand.

I bet they were bleaks.
-No, sir they were rudds.

In 1913, I caught a 18 pound carp.

Like Auguste's pike.
-Absolutely!

It was this big, a monster.

How big was your pike?
-This big.

Like that.
-Yeah, right, Blaireau.

It's easy to catch fish
when the season's closed.

You're no better than us.
-I can beat you all.

Parju, Parju, register me
for the contest.

A criminal like you, never!
-Careful Parju, I'm about to hit you.

You, criminal!

Register Blaireau!
-He's...

According to the Declaration of Human
Rights, you have to register him.

ANGLING CONTEST

52, Troutot.
53, Mr Dubenoit.

Mayor.
-Hello.

Here's your paper bag, mayor.
54.

Well Parju, 54?
Blaireau.

Blaireau? Me next to
Blaireau, never!

We have to respect the rules or the
contest becomes invalid.

After you, mayor.

Put every fish you catch
in the paper bag.

The contest is about to start.

After the gun shot, you can
throw in your bait.

After each catch, you have to
loudly call out your number.

After the second gunshot,
you can cast.

Give me that, Parju.

Excuse us, it's coming.

54.
-54.

54.
-54.

54.
-54.

54.
-A good one.

26.

Wait, wait, wait.
-54.

54.

54.
-A good one.

I think this one's mine.
-No, this one's mine.

54.

12.

54.

54.

53.

And he's beautiful.
-Careful.

And another one.
-54.

BLAIREAU WINS

Well...
-Hello, gentlemen.

Say, Guilloche...

...it's a good joke on the mayor.

It's not a joke, it's information.

It's a scandal.
-I've got him.

Who?
-Blaireau.

Where?
-In the other room.

Are you making fun of me?
-No, I've got him.

Explain!
-I'll use his dog.

I want Blaireau in jail.
Do you hear? In jail!

To the beat, miss, to the beat.

No, I can't hear it anymore.

Mr Fl�chard, why are you so hard?
-Who cares.

I like it when you're angry with me.
You're a man.

I'm an idiot, you're an idiot,
we're all idiots.

Get out.
-I'll tell my mother.

You tell her.

Arabella, if you want action,
you'll get action.

Miss, the desperate man
who loves you from the shadows...

...wants to see you at midnight...

...next to the wine house. Signed:
"an earthworm in love with a star".

Getlost, come here, doggy.

Getlost!

You, fat pig.
You'll pay for this.

Dearly.

Search, search.
Red-handed!

Take it to your master.

Where's Blaireau?

Where's Blaireau?

Find him, doggy.

Take it to him.
Give him the rabbit.

Take it to him.

There he is!

I'll catch you red-handed!

Just wait, piggy.

I've got him. I've got him.

It can't be true!

No...

Come here, come here.
Come here, little doggy.

I'll get you, I'll get you.

There we go!

Goodbye.
-I'll get you, Blaireau.

Goodbye, Parju.

No.

Blaireau. Blaireau.

Blaireau.

Don't be an ass!

Parju.

What's this?
-It's Blaireau, mayor.

I'll be...!
-Hush.

We want to sleep!
-What's that noise?

I almost had him, mayor.
-Get dressed, Parju.

Keep an eye on things.
Day and night.

Especially at night.
-I'll start my rounds now.

Don't face me again without Blaireau.

Yes, mayor.
-Alright, go.

At midnight, next to the wine house.

We'll see.

I've got you, bastard.

My badge.

Mr Parju, a constable without
his badge is...

...like a soldier without his gun.

Yes, mayor.

Blaireau has to go to jail fast.

It was dark. I can't say for
sure it was him.

Sounds like Blaireau.
-I swear...

Am I the mayor or are you, Parju?

You're the mayor.
-I'll take care of the rest.

Get me reinforcements.

What's happening?
-They're going to arrest Blaireau.

They're going to have their hands full.

They're not taking this lightly.

The reinforcements, mayor.

Are those planes with you?
-No, mayor.

Those are test flights.
-Ah, test flights.

I thought as much.

Gentlemen.

We start at 12 o'clock sharp.

March.

On your saddles.

What a story.

Blaireau broke property and
beat up the constable.

Was it Blaireau?

I'm innocent.
-Silence, Blaireau.

Parju, do you recognize this man?
-He can't!

Silence, Blaireau!

Parju, do you recognize this man?

Yes, judge.

Parju, come on.

Would you...

Blaireau, control your dog.

He'll be quiet from now on, judge

Blaireau, the constable recognized you.

Impossible, I was in my bed.
I have an alibi.

Honest people don't need an alibi.

Do you have a witness?

I do. Getlost, was I in my bed?

Enough joking.

You have the floor.
-I only need one word.

Indulgence!
-Very good.

The court has decided that...

...Blaireau is guilty and will be
condemned to one month in jail.

But I'm innocent.
-Even if you are...

...all your wrongdoings have
gone unpunished...

...for 20 years.
-Wrongdoings? Me?

Don't try to convince me.

I've been buying game from you,
out of season, for 20 years.

Guard, remove this man.
-I'm innocent.

There he is, my dear Blaireau!

I've heard so much about you.

Leave us alone, gentlemen.

After you, Blaireau.
-But director.

Make yourself at home.

May I?

You're surprising me.
-It's my pleasure.

I hope we'll have a
friendly relationship...

...during the weeks you have
to spend here.

I'm very easy to live with.
-Excellent. Tell me...

...did you pinch the constable's badge?

I think that's very funny.

What's less funny is that I'm innocent.

Please, I'm not interested.

Good morning, dears.

Good morning, directory.
-Emile, how are your teeth?

I had them looked after.
-Show me.

Continue the treatment.

Heard anything from your wife?
-Yes, thank you, director.

Very good. Better go back to work.

Careful, Blaireau.

As you can see Blaireau,
my system's very simple.

After you.

I have the men do what they used to do
before things went wrong.

Hello, director, hello.

Hello, Gregory.

Our latest addition.

Hello, gentlemen.
-He's an excellent pedicure.

Damn.

He was an excellent pedicure.

Hello, Antoine.
-Hello, director.

He's our tailor.

I don't have a lot available,
at the moment...

...but I'll show you some rooms
and you pick one.

You're too friendly, director.

This is room 14.

Good spot, but a bit warm
in this season.

Have you got anything better?

Wait, I have something for you.

The little 4.

Blaireau, this is Victor, head guard.

Nice to meet you.
-Welcome.

I want you to feel at home.

Victor, the little 4.

I'll give you some time to get settled.

Thank you, director.
-I wanted to ask you...

Do you have black coffee or coffee
with milk in the morning?

Irish.

Always the same when he wants
her to get married.

He's not getting anywhere.

So you want me to marry?
-Yes.

As fast as possible?
-Yes.

I've found him.
-Finally!

A man of talent.
-Fine.

She's finally found her prince.

She wants to marry Blaireau.

No animals allowed in the prison.

We'll take that out.

Oh, my little doggy.

Little one.
-It's not him!

It's not him.

Judge.

I'm innocent.

No, no...

Arabella.
-Here I am.

What are you wrapping up?
-It's for my husband.

What?

Hold this.

Thank you, dad.

No, not the clock.

"35 years in prison"

Don't let them get you down.
Help is near.

Parju, any news?
-Nothing, mayor.

Are you bored, Parju?
-A bit, mayor.

You miss Blaireau, don't you?

Blaireau has been taken care of.
-Congratulations, mayor.

The town has never been this quiet.
-It's almost dead.

This is how I like it.

Chef, how's business?
-Quiet, very quiet.

Perfect, excellent.

Chef?
-Coming.

Three crayfish.
-No more crayfish.

A hare dish for three then.
-No more hares, sir.

Three snipes served flamb�.
-No more snipes.

We don't have anything... since
eight days... since he...

Yes?

Mr Bluette.
-I hope I'm not disturbing.

Wait. A cigar?
-Yes, please.

You're being looked after.
-That's normal, I'm innocent.

Let's talk seriously.

I'm wondering what you did
before your conviction.

I was a handyman.
-Good, keep doing that.

There's always something to do here
for a handyman.

Good morning, director.
-Good morning, children.

Follow me, Blaireau.

Well?

Mr Bluette, do you like crayfish?

Of course I do.
-Can I go for it?

Go right ahead, dear man.

What about me?
-Blaireau?

A package for you.
-Again?

One per day.
-Not bad for a prisoner.

I've go to go.

A star... a what?
A star and an earthworm?

No.

For Mr Blaireau.

Well...

Blaireau, another package for you.

Two in one day?

Protection of the the innocent. See?

We're innocent too.

I say.

Ask him, ask him.
-No.

Mr Bluette's a friend.

I can't ask him.

He's allowed it before.

What's happening, dear Blaireau?

Ask him, come on.

Mr Bluette, tonight's a full moon.

So what?
-I've set 300 traps...

...and with this weather,
they should be full.

I see what you're saying.
No, Blaireau.

No way.

You have to be back at midnight.

Swear it.

Mr Bluette, I swear it!

Blaireau, can't you take me with you?

You're not serious.
-I'd be very pleased.

You should...

That's beautiful.

That way.

So beautiful.

NO HUNTING ALLOWED

This is wonderful.

I'm not doing well, not at all.

I'm having visions.

46?

It's not true.
-You're not saying...

Yes, I am.
-That's not possible.

Good evening, Bluette.
-Good evening, mayor.

Are you teaching Blaireau a lesson?

Of course.
-Don't forget that the fate...

...of this town is in your hands.
-Of course. You know me.

A hand in a glove...
-Yes, no first class treatment.

We'll make life hard for him in here.

Goodbye, Bluette.
-Goodbye, mayor.

Bless you.
-Thank you, mayor.

That's not all. We still
have to get inside.

Careful.
-What?

Well, Victor?
-Good evening, director.

What's the meaning of this?
-I took them to the cinema.

Have you gone mad?
-We went in the dark.

I see, well anyway... open the door.

Yes, director.

I'll be...
-Don't tell me that...

Yes.
-Ah no.

Ah, no, no.
-Good that you've got your key.

Well...
-Allow me.

Bravo!
-I'm good with my hands.

Tell me... which movie did you see?
-Ars�ne Lupin. They were happy.

You're doing much better.
I told you...

...3 months of dieting.
-I'd like to eat something, doctor.

Yes, you have to get your strength back.

Tomorrow, Blaireau's released from jail.

Blaireau?
-He's as sick as you are.

How are you, Blaireau?
-My liver...

It's enormous.

With me, it's the stomach.

Good that I'm released tomorrow.
Oh no, oh no.

DON'T TRUST YOUR BRAKES.
TRUST YOUR INSURANCE.

Are you sending packages to Blaireau?
-Why?

It's my secret.
-Arabelle, I want the truth.

You're drunk, Mr Fl�chard.
-But, Arabella.

Murderers!

Blaireau's innocent.
-That's not true.

I attacked Parju.
-You? Impossible.

I have the proof.
-I don't believe you.

A man who loves you from the shadows...
-You've read my mail!

I wrote it.
-Was that you?

Yes.
-But why?

Because I love you.
-What?

I love you.
-What?

I love you.

I LOVE YOU.

Did you do that? You?
-Yes.

What has he done?

That's wonderful.
-Yes, Arabella.

You're going to jail.
-Yes... what do you mean?

I thought you were an idiot.

But if you go to jail,
I'll be crazy about you.

To jail? I'm going.

Would you do that for me?
-Yes, Arabella.

Right away?
-I'm on my way.

I'm going.
-Fl�chard, where are you going?

I'll admit to my crime.
-There's no crime in Montpaillard.

I beat up Parju.
Blaireau's innocent.

What are you saying?
-It's the truth.

It's a miscarriage of justice.
-Not in Montpaillard!

It's a huge scandal.
-There's no scandal in Montpaillard!

I'll make sure there is.
I guarantee you.

No confessions during the holidays.
-Prosecutor, remorse knows no time.

Can't I go on holiday?
Don't you care?

When do I go to prison?
-You think you can just go to prison?

That's a good one.
-I'll sleep in prison tonight.

No, you won't sleep in prison tonight.

When then?
-We'll let you know in writing.

FOR ARMAND FLECHARD

For whom's this package?
-For my fianc�.

He just came out of jail.
-No, he's just going in.

Who do you mean?
-My new fianc�, dad.

Am I free now?
-Yes.

Goodbye, my friend.
Stay in touch.

I'll bring you some game.

It won't be expensive for you or for me.

Will you continue poaching?

We can't all have a job like you.

Goodbye, Mr Bluette.
-Goodbye, Blaireau.

What's that?

Goodbye, Victor.
-Goodbye, Blaireau.

Wait a moment, Blaireau.
-With pleasure.

Unbelievable. The guilty person
has admitted everything.

And has turned himself in.

Blaireau, what if I said
you were innocent?

I already knew that.
-And you were right.

I just received a letter from
the public prosecutor.

You're innocent.
-But who did it?

It was Fl�chard.
The piano teacher.

Are teachers like that these days?

They say: "Blaireau can leave prison
immediately after formalities".

Yes, but I'm free.
-As soon as possible.

What do you mean?
-I'm behind you all the way.

Yes, but now I'm leaving.
-No.

What "no"?
-No, you served your time...

...as if you were guilty.
But...

...today we found out you're innocent.

We received new information.
-So basically...

...I have to stay because I'm innocent?

The law is the law.

You don't have to be guilty to be here.

But in order to be released...

...it's not always enough
to be innocent.

I understand.

Poor Blaireau.
-Well.

A bonbon?

PRISON

Come in.

There you are, Fl�chard.
My compliments.

What do you want?
-I want to go to jail.

Have you got a letter?
-No.

Anything from the prosecutor?
-Nothing.

And you think I'll just lock you up?

You've got guts!

Do you need a recommendation for prison?

Certainly.
-This is unbelievable.

Yes!

Director.
-Now what?

Nothing against you...

...but I think you're taking
your time to release me.

First I need to get the
order from the public prosecutor.

I served my time, I was innocent,
but I can't go.

This is too much.
-What about me then?

I'm guilty, but they don't
want me here.

We can't put everybody who's
guilty in jail.

Some justice.
-Shut your mouth.

I won't shut up. I want out!
-I want in!

I want out!
-I want in!

Enough! Victor?

Director.
-Lock up Blaireau and you, out.

I have to get in.
-No.

I'll file a complaint.

Out!

No.

No, no, I'm innocent.
I'm innocent.

Wait until I get out!
I'm innocent.

Scandal in Montpaillard:
"The Blaireau Case".

Prepare yourself, Dubenoit.

Let's go.

I knew it, I knew it.

Blaireau still in jail.

We want justice. The storming of the
Bastille in 1789 was not for nothing.

The Montpaillard newspaper
will get Blaireau out!

We say, free Blaireau!
Away with injustice!

Free Blaireau!
Innocent people unite!

All to jail tomorrow.

My poor Parju.

Montpaillard is no longer the most
quiet town of France.

Big feast for the innocence of Blaireau.

EXCUSE US, BLAIREAU

Fellow citizens, I'm too emotional
to talk for long.

Your newspaper asked you to be here.

And Montpaillard is here!

To show that we don't accept the tyranny
of this council.

But let's forget all this for a moment
on this beautiful day.

And let's all say the following words:
Excuse us, Blaireau!

And long live Blaireau.

LONG LIVE BLAIREAU

This is all for you.
-You shouldn't have. It's too much.

Look.

Is all that for me?

To your health, Blaireau!

I'm all confused.
-Oh, no.

Cheers, people.

You organised this, didn't you?
-You here, mayor?

I'm having a great time. They're
not saying "Long live Guilloche".

They're saying "Long live Blaireau".
-That's normal.

I'm not the victim.
-But it's the future.

The next mayor of Montpaillard
will not be Guilloche, but Blaireau.

Very well done.

Guilloche, the bill for the wine.

Blaireau will give the starting shot.

I was looking for you.

Anyway.
-I'll get you, Blaireau.

One... two... music.

Three.

Arabelle, I did all I could.
-And are you in jail?

No.
-Why not?

They don't want me.
-Then I don't want you either.

But I love you, Arabella.
-Prove it!

Nice, party, judge.

You're the hero of Montpaillard.
And thanks to whom? To me.

But of course. If you
hadn't been found guilty...

...you couldn't have become innocent
and nobody would have cared.

That's true.
-I hope you don't hold it against me.

Of course not. You judged me and
found me guilty...

...as a judge, but as a lawyer,
you'd have found me innocent.

Let's have a drink.
-With pleasure.

Are we playing soldiers?

Love, lots of love.

Are you a fakir?
-When it suits me.

Have a drink with us, mayor
-Certainly.

Come on Guilloche,
have a drink with us.

But not too much.

To justice.
-To innocence.

Well Parju, what do you say?

Want to have a drink with
the hotshots of Montpaillard?

Parju...

Do we shake hands?

Parju.
-So popular.

Blaireau would be good in politics.
-You're joking.

There.

Madam, would you dance with me?

Here, constable.

I'll dance with you.

Guilloche, how's it going?
Come on.

How are you?
-Blaireau's a lot of fun, isn't he?

Definitely.

I made a mistake.
-Youth, my dear.

The people are courageous.
-Yes.

And industrious.
-Yes.

But... very ungrateful.

When the guilty person leaves,
the party's over.

Not in jail means no marriage.

You go there.

And I'll arrange it.

Silence, or I shoot.
-But, Mr Blaireau.

Hands up. So you like gangsters.

Quickly kiss your bandit then.

Not me, him.

You don't need me anymore.

Arabella, we'll be happy.

After my time in prison...
-I don't want it anymore.

Yes.
-No.

Arabella, after tonight,
I take the decisions.

Yes, my love.

Is that understood?
-Yes.

Good.

Then I won't go to jail.

From now on, I'm on your side.
-Very good.

We'll fight together against
the government of this country.

And against Blaireau.

Fl�chard?

Arabella? That's great.
I'll tell her father. L�on!

But, dad.
-L�on?

Blaireau said...
-I know.

Never!

Besides, I'll get you.
-But, L�on?

I'll deal with him.

Judge, one word.
Is Fl�chard guilty?

Without a doubt.
-Do something for me.

Put him in jail as quickly as possible.

What a wine.

My wine's not good?
-Cat pee.

My wine cat pee?
-Taste for yourself.

Taste for yourself.

This wine's excellent.
-Good, taste better.

And, and? Do you taste it?
-It's maybe a bit young.

Taste this one.
This is very good.

It's very mediocre.
-Now taste yours to compare.

This wine's excellent.
-And this one.

No body.
-Alright, this one.

Now yours.

Excellent.
-And this one?

But...

If you were nice...
-Listen.

Call me L�on.

If you were nice... L�on.
-I'm always nice.

If L�on was nice, you'd give
me your daughter's hand.

I'll give it to you, Blaireau.

But it's not for me.
-It's not for you?

No.

It's for Fl�chard.
-Fl�chard?

Everything you do, you do well.
I mean for Fl�chard.

Fl�chard?

They're charming.

Perfect!

Don't move anymore.

You made me get drunk.
-It wasn't easy.

Perfect, don't move anymore.

One, two, three.

You wanted to go to jail.
We found room.

But I'm getting married.
-You to prison and me on holiday.

Look at that. Wait.

Mr Bluette?

Mr Bluette?
-No, no, no.

No!
-You can't leave her out here.

Blaireau, thus is the rule book.

You didn't think of that, did you?
-No.

Nobody can know.
-Nobody.

Nobody.
-Nobody.

Come in, dear madam.

Mr Blaireau.
-Yes, go.

It's done.

Long live the bride and groom.

The most quiet/happy town
in France.

This is for you.
-I'm surprised.

Is this for me?
-Yes.

Got you, Blaireau.