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Do you want to cross the stream?

Don't be afraid
I'm the one who should be scared

I'm fishing here
and it's not allowed

Come here
I won't bite.

Me neither.
I'm not scared of you.

I only asked if you wanted
to cross the stream.

Is it yours?

It crosses my father's fields.

The stones and the sand
might belong to you too.

Yet a stream,
is just water passing by.

And that water, whose is it?

Mine
when it's on my land.

This land isn't yours.

Even if you paid a lot for it.

And why not?

Because you don't cultivate it.

My grandfather worked the land,

but my father is not a farmer.

So he banned everyone
from working on it.

He wants to keep it
all to himself.

Don't try to untie it.
That knot is too tight.

My father is waiting for his meal.
I must cross.

It would be easy,
If you let me help.

Stand up.

Pick up your basket.

Thank you.

Now,
tell me your name.

Hello Patricia.

Stay there.
The charges are about to blow.

Hello. Don't go any closer,
it's going to go off.

Are there a lot?

Four.
It's not too dangerous.

The wells are 12m deep
and the charges are at the bottom.

The stones won't be thrown
this way.

But sometimes there are a couple
that end up going 50m in the air,

and who knows where they'll land.

Oh là là!
That was a good one.

That one did some damage.

That one was a waste.

Oh là là!

That one, she was a beauty,
a real beauty!

She'll have us filling
up six wheelbarrows.

That's finished.

Pascal! What about the third one?

Buggered.

It was my fault.

It was my fault.

I made the hole. Now if there had
been stone behind it,

the powder would have pushed on it
and the whole lot would have gone up.

But there was mud.
So the mine is buggered.

Oh, you used a tablecloth!

And you set a place for me

Yes, because today's my birthday.

- Your eighteenth?
- That's right.

And I brought a surprise
for my father.

What is it?

Polenta!
Oh, holy Mary!

Going down it's ok.
But coming back up...

With the winch and pulley,
we get the dead back up.

Look at that, beef stew!

It's well worth
cutting a toothpick for.

So it's your birthday today?

Yes father, April 21st.

I must have forgotten.

That's not very nice.
If I'd only known...

It's easy to forget these things.

Men have other things to
worry about.

- Are you eating with us?
- I don't have time.

It's your birthday and
you're the one giving presents?

If my father hadn't given me life
then it wouldn't be my birthday.

I should have brought a bottle
of wine.

No, I don't like aged wine.

I only like this one.
It's the best.

Yes, it is the best.

Is it going well?

You know, slowly..
We found Belgian granite.

Will there be a lot of water?

There's a spring. Two more metres,
and we'd have wet feet.

It's a strong flow of water.

The watch is never wrong.

I think that we should
go around the side.

You think what?

That the water is a lot
faster than you think.

But we will go around it
because it's 2 metres to the left.

Who told you that?

- The divining stick
- The stick?

You're as bright as a stick!
The stick is like a woman.

Even in experienced hand,
it moves and twists,

and dances around
like a slut.

It makes me blush.

The watch now that's
really something.

Sea captains would be
lost without her.

The watch is a person.

The watch tells you the time.

She knows the time
and where the water is.

The watch is good
and it never lies.

Yes, that's true.

- Goodbye my dear.
- Goodbye.

Are you going?

Yes, my sisters are waiting.

Do you have something
nice for them too?

I made enough polenta
for everybody.

Goodbye, Félipe.

Goodbye, Patricia.
And thank you again.

- Happy birthday.
- Thanks

- Goodbye, dear
- Goodbye.

Pascal, let me tell
you something?

You daughter is as brave
as she is beautiful.

Yes, you can say that.

And no-one wished her a happy birthday.

I didn't know the date.
But you, you knew it.

Yes, but I forgot that
it was her eighteenth.

I forgot that April 21st,
it was a Sunday,

and a dawn,
her mother said:

"Pascal, I think I'm
having the baby."

I said " Calm down and
and then have it.

"The quicker it's done
the quicker it's finished"

And I got up

and got out of bed so
she had it to herself.

And then we prayed to
the holy Mary

And I went to wake the neighbours.

Then I went to walk in the garden

and I heard my wife screaming.

So I went to see to the rabbits.

There was a mother giving birth
to her babies

while my wife gave birth to mine.

And then they called me
because the baby was born.

And suddenly the cock,
began to crow.

And there you have it,
that's why I forgot her birthday,

I forgot that her birthday
was today.

It was a trick?

Yes it was a trick.

I hadn't forgotten.

But I wanted it to be a
big surprise.

You bought her a present?

A very nice present.

I gave 40 Francs to her sister Amanda

to buy her a hat at Paris-Chapeaux.

But not one of those
dusty Id hats

ordered ten years ago.

No, a nice hat, from the shop window.

It has a bird on it.

Amanda told me about it.

I don't know much about hats.

Especially women's hats.

We'll give it to her tonight.
It's a surprise.

So that's why I pretended.

It's a lovely present
for a young girl.

Especially because tomorrow is Sunday...

and when she was born...

they called me...

and I ran straight in

and they showed me my baby

she was still red

like a prawn ready to be eaten

oh, I was so happy.
Then came the misfortune

It didn't have a winkle.
So I wasn't happy.

But a daughter,
that's good too.

Yes, it's good but...

what name she'll end
up with when she marries.

Her mother gave me daughters,
daughters and more daughters.

And one day she told me:

"There's a woman from Paris

"who wants to take Patricia

"because she has no children
and plenty of money."

So I thought to myself:

"I have so many daughters that
I'd never notice it if one was gone."

And I told myself:

"She's a lucky little one.
She'll be well looked after."

So Patricia left us,
she was only six.

And her mother gave
me even more daughters.

And now her mother is with God.

Alas, I was left alone,
with my little girls.

Amanda was the oldest.
She was barely 14.

Oh Lord!
It was a total disaster.

Then one day,
Amanda told me

that the postman had brought
a letter from Patricia.

The Lady from Paris was dead.

Patricia came back.
She was 15 then.

When she arrived
I didn't recognise her.

I couldn't understand her accent.

And then she kissed me

She cleaned up all the kids.
There you have it, just like her mother.

That is why everybody
around here speaks well of her.

She is a treasure
that God gave to me.

I love her as much as a son.

It's stupid,
what I'm saying to you, Félipe,

I love her as much as a son.

So you'll miss her then,
when she gets married.

I know that it will,
happen one day.

I prefer not to think about it.

Or when she does marry
it should be

with a well-digger like us,

a man who lives close to you.

You won't lose her that way.

I see a woman

who is in need of help
crossing again.

I'm looking for the crossing.

It's in the other field.

Thank you.

No need to go there,
I'm here to help.

- Who are you?
- What's that got to do with it?

Why not tell me?
Are you from Salon?

Yes. Hurry up.

I'm in no rush.

What if someone sees us...

There's no one here?
How did you get your accent?

I lived in Paris,
with the nuns.

Those are funny shoes,
that they gave you.

I am not rich.

I didn't mean to anger you.

Put me down on the bank.

No, I still want to know who you are.

- I am not saying.
- Fine.

I can wait an hour like this.
It's not too bad.

- I will pull your hair.
- It's deep-rooted.

You're a strong one.

Did I hurt you?
Too bad for you.

You should use pomade!

I'm sorry, but I had a
haircut this morning.

Seriously, tell me who you are?

A girl.
I am the well-digger's daughter.

As if there's only one well-digger
in the world!

Not the only one,
but the bravest.

Does he work here?

He is digging a well
near to Château-Virant.

- Was that was the explosions were?
- Yes.

Is that your motorbike?

Yes, it's mine.

You should have beautiful shoes.

There's no shame in being poor.

It's not shameful,
but it's tiring.

I have beautiful shoes,
to wear in town.

I wear these ones
to walk here on the gravel.

Are you going to walk to Salon?

We're too poor to live in town.

- Where do you live?
- Why do you need to know?

If you live near Salon,
I can give you a lift.

And what will people say?

We won't see anyone.
It's after noon.

And it's hardly unusual,
to give a girl a lift

it happens every day.

You might be in the habit of it,

but I've never done it.

You've never been on a motorbike?

No.

It feels great,
you'll see.

- No I won't.
- No?

- No.
- Why ever not?

Will you drop me off
at the Lançon road.

- There aren't any houses there.
- I'll walk from there.

Great, wait here a second.

I need to get my things.

Don't run off.

I won't, but what if I did?

I'd be annoyed.
I'm happy to help you.

Riding a motorbike,
is charming for two.

You won't go too fast will you?

No, I want this to last
as long as possible.

Are you from Salon?

I was born there,

but I studied in Paris and Lyon.

- What is your name?
- Jacques Mazel.

The merchant's son?

Yes, the merchant's son.

Do you know of me?

No. I know there's a merchant,
who has a son.

It must be fun
to own a shop.

You can play with so many things.

When I was a child,
it was really fun,

but now I don't have the time.

Me neither.

Do you work?

Yes, I work at home.

I learned to make clothes in Paris.

I make dresses for Mme Brunot.

Maybe my mother has bought
some of your dresses.

Maybe.

I might have met her.

Let's get going-

Come on then.
Get on behind me.

I might fall off.

No don't be afraid.

But don't move around.

Hold on tight.

To what?

To me of course!

Put your arms around my waist.

Don't be afraid.

I have had my arms around
you twice already today.

Now you can hold me in yours.

And if you hold me too tight,

I can pull your hair.

If you want to go faster,

I won't be afraid.

I will then.

- Do you want to get off here?
- Yes

Were you afraid?

A little, but it was fun.
Thank you

Will you come to Salon on Saturday,
for the dance?

No. I don't like it and
my father wouldn't want me to.

If I invited you to the cinema,
would you come?

No.

I go sometimes, with my sister.

Thank you for the lift,
but you're wasting your time.

Thank you, at least you are clear.
Goodbye, mademoiselle.

Good bye.

What are you waiting for?

I don't want you to see
which way I go.

That's too bad for me.

I would have happily waited
a half hour to tease you,

but it's 12h15.
Too bad. Goodbye mademoiselle.

Goodbye, monsieur.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye, monsieur.

- Boss!
- What?

- Your wife is having a nervous attack.
- That's normal.

- Did she read the paper?
- A lady congratulated her.

She had a good idea that one.

She said: "Mme Mazel,

"you must be proud
that your son is a pilot"

And you wife said: "Oh yes
Didn't you know?"

"I knew he was a pilot,

"but not that he was a display pilot."

And she showed her the advert in the paper.

Good.
Now she knows.

Is she crying or screaming?

She's crying a river.

Then she'll be cried out quickly.

Keep an eye on the shop.

I will

What is it?

Did you know about this,
you scoundrel?

No. And why am I
a scoundrel?

Tomorrow...

Oh yes, the aviation festival.

Jacques told us about it.

He said he wouldn't be there.

No, he said he didn't think he would be.

Liar! Shyster!
You can tell he's your son.

I would hope that you had
other reasons to think that he was.

What has he done?

- Get that paper.
- Here it is

You've read it you hypocrite,
you're just pretending!

"And to bring the festival to a worthy end,

"the acrobatic squadron from the flying school

"will give a demonstration.

"Salon can be proud of Jacques Mazel,

"the son of a respected local merchant,

"who will join the squadron tomorrow,
for his debut."

"To the young pilot and his family

"we offer our congratulations!"

And there you are.

I wasn't going to tell you until afterwards.

- I am hungry.
- You can't go, I forbid it.

Tell it to my colonel.

- Are you an officer or an acrobat?
- I am both.

You wanted him to be a pilot,
he is one.

How dare you say that I wanted it.

What you liked most,
about this noble profession,

was his uniform.

But once he's in it,
custom made for 2400 F,

he gets given a plane as well.

And a plane must fly.

And it can't do that by itself.

You can fly without risking your
life for nothing

and giving your mother grey hairs.

My hair isn't too worried.

But if you want my opinion,

I agree with your mother.

Stunt flying is idiotic

because it has no purpose.

It does if you're a fighter pilot.

You raise a son for 24 years,
and then he worries you,

flying in the air in a giant spinning top

doing corkscrews and sky-writing.

So now you see it?

What do you mean?

I always saw it.

I always said:
"Don't be a pilot.

"Train engineer, yes.
They stay on the ground.

"And there are the rails,
you can't get lost.

"But flying in the air,

"leave that to the butterflies,
and to the seagulls!"

Only he is well and truly your son.

He looks just like a Mazel.

But this lunacy,
that's from the Cassignol side.

Is there madness on the
Cassignol side?

Nothing but!

Your grandfather,
your mother's father,

used to shoot at his clock

because his wife cheated.

What would you do if
I cheated on you?

I don't know.

But you wouldn't avenge
yourself on the clocks.

If every man did that,
we'd never know the time.

And both of her brothers,
and her uncles...

The eldest went to America
with the circus.

50 metres in the air...

On a wire, he pushes a wheelbarrow.
He's basically a pilot.

Yes, it was the
same kind of madness.

And the younger one,

he was an underwater
swimming champion.

He stayed under for 3-4 minutes.

Thought he was a submariner.

One day he beat the world record.

He dived at Envaux.

30 years ago and
he's still not come back up yet.

A family like that,

really needs a stunt pilot.

We don't complain, we have one.

What you said about Patricia,

I thought about it all day
while I was working.

Me too.

She will have to marry one day.

It's only natural.

When you were talking to me,

I think you had something in mind

Because you told me:

"with a well-digger like us...

"who lives close to you..."

You meant someone like you?

Yes, I meant someone like me.

It would make me happy
if you were her husband

because you know my profession,

you know powder,
you know stone,

you know how to make a mine.

And you can work a pick,
there you have it!

Yes, it would make me happy.

If you became
my daughter's husband,

you could become

the son I never had.

You talk about marriage,

I must know,
have you any savings.

I have savings
and I have a little more.

An inheritance.

An inheritance? A big one?

18000 francs.

My aunt in Rognac
died six months ago

and two days ago,
the notary gave me 18000 francs.

- I already had 13000...
- that makes 31000.

No, it makes 30.

Because I bought a car.

You bought a car?

Holy Mary, he has a car.

How much did you pay?

800 F and 200 F in repairs,
that comes to 1000.

- 1000 F?
- Yes.

It can't be that big.

It isn't a bus, but
it has two seats and it works.

It's a bit noisy,
but it runs well.

And the house belongs to
my sister and I.

And is just beside yours...

Listen Félipe,
I like you a lot.

And I don't want to lose my daughter.

If I can help you,
then I will.

But we need to know
if she wants to.

Yes, we must find out.
Can you talk to her?

I can't talk to my daughter about it,
I'd be embarrassed.

Me too.

With what's in your bag you could
blow up the whole village...

- and you're too embarrassed to talk?
- Yes.

Ok, I'll try it.

- I'll try tomorrow.
- Will you come to the house?

There is an aviation festival at Salon.

I have a friend in the flying school.

He gave me two tickets.

So I could take her there in the car.

Can you drive?

I learnt on National Service.
I drove big lorries.

Then it will go well.

It's Sunday.
She will have her hat,

and you will have the car.

So, you will drive her there,

and get her a beer, a lemonade
and then you will talk to her.

I must tell you...

For me, with her mother,
it was the same thing.

- Really?
- Yes.

I have to say that her mother
was really beautiful.

She was as beautiful as Patricia?

Much more so.

- My daughter is pretty.
- Yes she is.

But her mother, she was a woman,
my friend. You know...

Oh, là là!

She was amazing.

- Come in, come in.
- Good evening my family.

Good evening, Félipe.

Patricia...

Because it's your birthday,
Félipe wants to give you something.

Maybe she doesn't want it.

- What don't I want?
- I don't dare say it.

He told me to tell you.
I don't have a lot of bottle.

- Since he's given you permission...
- What permission?

Speak! Stop standing there
like a statue.

It is that serious?

No, he inherited some money
and he bought a car.

Really, you have a car?

Yes... and I have tickets
for the aviation festival.

- When?
- Tomorrow in Salon.

So I thought that,
with your father's permission,

and above all if you would like to,

that you would come with me in the car,
so the tickets aren't wasted.

You know trust Félipe.
If you want to go...

That's very kind,
but I can't go tomorrow.

- Why?
- I must do the washing.

Ah, là là! I knew that
there would be something.

She must do the washing.

You can do it another time.

I am already behind
and my dress is not ready.

There's hardly anything left to do.

My dress is ready.
I would like to see the aviators.

You? 16 year-old girls
don't get into cars.

If you get in one,
I'll break your arm.

I don't believe you.

Try it and you'll see - Bam!

Are so?
you saying no?

I would like to but I can't.

Too bad.
Maybe another time.

It's nothing,
tomorrow I'll show you the car...

It's too bad.

Aren't you staying for dinner?

No, not this evening.
My sister is expecting me.

We've made a good dinner and if there's
enough for 7, there's enough for 8.

No, not this evening.

I haven't shaved,
I don't have my collar for my tie

and I don't have my hat.

Not this evening.

He's funny he is..

He needs a hat to eat.

Do you want a bowler hat?

And it's Patricia's birthday.

Well yes, if...

if she asks me to stay,
then of course I will.

But she hasn't asked.

But I have.
We'll set another place.

Amanda, set another place.

Thank you, I accept the invitation.

If you invite me it's your choice.

I'll go and wash my hands.

And your sister?

She's in Rognac with my uncle.

She wasn't really expecting me.

It was a white lie.

Like doctors tell,

when an old person is dying,
with flies landing on them

they say to him:

"Grandpa,
you've got another 20 years in you."

That's honourable.

Talk about the hat.

The hat?

- Patricia's hat.
- What about it?

Tell me, why do you need
to wear a hat to eat?

It's not for eating.

- It's for coming in.
- Coming in?

If it's someone's birthday,
you put on your hat.

To say hello as you come in.

That'll do.

No one notices men's hats.

Men's hats, no.

But women's hats, they get noticed.

Especially when they are hats
with flowers and birds.

But they're expensive.

- Take it.
- It's not too expensive

Marie, put Roberta to bed.

I'll take the soup off the fire.

So like I said,
green clay, well it's green.

It's fragile, if you make
a hole in green clay,

then it shatters.

And bang, it falls on your head.

And now she'll serve up her hat.

- What's this?
- What?

What's that?

Did you bring it,
Félipe?

Ah no, it wasn't me.

- So, was it you Amanda?
- No, I know nothing about it.

What is it?

Thank you Father.

It wasn't me you know.

But I'm glad you gave me a kiss.

- Did you choose it?
- Yes.

It's a pretty hat.
It really is pretty.

Especially the bird.
It looks ready to start singing.

Try it on.

No, my hair isn't done and
I'm not wearing my dress.

- I will wear it to mass.
- Good idea.

You could go to the aviation
festival with it too.

I could wear it.
But I can't go.

That really is too bad.

The tickets cost 25F each you know,

I don't buy them though.
I was given them.

Maybe the tickets are fake.

No, my friend Imbert
gave them to me.

He is Mazel's mechanic.

Jacques Mazel, the merchant's son.

What's he doing?

He's a pilot,
an officer actually

He went to a grande école.

He's going to fly tomorrow.

He will fly in the acrobatic display.

Yes, it's in the paper.

How do you know him?

From school, when I was little.

The local school.

Ah, but now...

He's a gentleman.

And an officer!

But he's still a nice guy.

Tomorrow, if I see him, he'll say hello to me.

Do you understand, Patricia,

it would be an honour for me

if he saw me with a
beautiful girl like you.

- Especially with the hat.
- I get it!

- And the dress.
- And the car.

All that won't impress him.

It's you which will make him
think well of me...

Amanda can you do the washing with Eléonore?

Won't that upset you?

Of course not.
I'd be happy,

if you were having fun for once.

You see.

Well then I'll go.

She is coming.

Thanks, Félipe.

I'm the one who should
be thanking you.

You know I won't be dressed like this.

Not that I'll outshine you,

because your light shines so brightly,

I know no-one will see me.

I mean that...

I will be clean and presentable.

I mean...

I'll do it properly.

There you have it.

Come on, eat the soup
it'll get cold.

I knew that she'd go.

If she changed her mind,
it's because of the hat.

A hat like that,
isn't for doing laundry in.

As you can see, it's no racing car,

but it runs well.

Can she do hills?

Yes she can do hills.

But naturally she prefers to do them
from the top down.

It suits her better.

She prefers to go down.

Can you stop that noise?

No. That noise is the engine.

Those are the explosions.

Have you seen the engine?

No.

- Wait, I need to stop it.
- Yes

Here's Patricia.

- Hello Patricia.
- Hello Félipe.

You look like a real Lady

You look good too.

It's the suit that does it.

The suit and the car.

You look like a rich man,

who has just paid me
to dig a well.

Shall we go?
It's almost 2pm.

Do you want the pilots to see you?

They won't see me.
I will be watching them fly.

Get in Patricia.
Sit there.

I'll close the door,
it doesn't close easily.

I think you should
take off your hat.

NO, Why?

Because of the wind when we drive.

- I could put on my scarf.
- It really suits you.

Don't go too fast.

I'm in a hurry,
I'll get the crank in motion.

Grab a mushroom!

No mushrooms,
you need to know your stuff,

with them otherwise
you'll poison yourself.

Be careful,
don't eat any mushrooms.

Be careful.

Don't come back too late.
Be back by 8pm.

I don't usually criticise old things,

but this car isn't a beauty.

She runs alright
but she isn't a beauty.

I'd be happy with it.

Especially if Félipe was driving.

Aren't you coming?

No, I don't want to see my son
in the air,

performing stunts that the
newspaper said were dangerous.

That's to draw the public.
There's no danger.

For you there isn't.

It's as dangerous for me
as for your son.

How is that?

If he does crash,
he has to crash somewhere.

So why not on top of me.

I'd rather he crashed into you
than a cow

You don't have any horns.

We don't know that.

You can't be that scared,
you're making jokes.

Jokes about the dying.

Don't talk like that,
I'm going to crack.

- So you won't come?
- No.

She wants to kill the colonel.

That would cause me some problems.

Right, I'm off. I'll be
back as soon as it's finished

- As soon as he lands.
- I promise. Good bye.

That's it.
I see him over there.

Hold on, I'll call him.

He is with people

For me, he will come over.

Why?

I want him to see you.

It would be an honour for me,
do you understand?

Patricia, allow me this pleasure
because... I will...

Jacques!

Hello.
What are you doing here?

I came to admire you.

- You went to the festival?
- My word!

- So you liked it?
- It was astonishing.

You were extraordinary.

Acrobatic flying looks good,

but it isn't difficult.

You still need a lot of courage to go up there,

strolling amongst the clouds.

For me it's worse than for the rest:

because I'm down a well so the sky
is that much further away.

But when I see you up so high...

Tell me... er...

Would it bother you if
I introduce you to a friend?

This is Patricia,
my boss' daughter.

Is she pretty at least?

Oh, extremely pretty.

Look she's over there.
Look, look, look!

Let's go.

This is Jacques.

This is Patricia,
my boss' daughter.

Hello, mademoiselle.

Hello.

Are you interested in flying?

It's the first time I've seen a display.

I was afraid.

It's good of you to be afraid for us.

She has such a good heart.

What she does for her family,
is incredible.

I guess she brings
her father his dinner.

Who told you that?

Your boss is a well-digger,
she is his daughter.

How could she help her father?

But by bringing him his dinner.

I can see her walking across
fields with a basket,

with clumpy shoes on.

Not pretty ones like these.

Picking a pretty flower and
putting it in her hair I'll bet.

She does just that!

Now that's deduction.

It's as if he'd seen it happen.

Pilots, we're all the same.

Do you know who flew the
parachutist's plane?

- No.
- It was Rémy.

Rémy Casse-Assiette?

He'll be happy to see you,
he's over there.

I'd gladly go and talk to him.

What's stopping you?
I'll wait with mademoiselle.

I'll entrust her to you.
But, but...

I'll be straight back.

Take your time.
She'll be safe here.

Is Félipe your fiancé?

No. He wants to be,
but I don't want him.

You weren't born
to live in this milieu,

nor under this hat.

You have already reproached
me for my shoes.

And today it's my hat,
that displeases you?

If it didn't cover your hair
then I would like it.

It's from Paris-Chapeaux.

That's plain to see.

Will you spend the whole
afternoon with Félipe?

Yes, until 7pm,
then I must go home.

What if you visited your aunt?

- What aunt?
- The one in Salon.

I don't have one.
She lives in Fuveau.

Too bad.
If you had one in Salon,

you could say to Félipe
that you were visiting her,

and we could meet behind
Saint-Laurent church.

To do what?

To chat.
I could get you some cakes,

and a glass of Port
in the bakery.

You are fearless!

Pilots are never afraid.

And if you hit me again,
I'll cry out and,

they'll defend me from you.

You are talking rubbish.

If I went to the bakery with you,

everyone would know about it.

No, without your hat,
no one would recognise you.

You don't have a local accent.

I'd think you were a Parisian.

That's very kind.

But if I say that
I visited my aunt,

Félipe will tell my father
tomorrow.

Only if he doesn't know,

that your father and your aunt
are not speaking.

So if you tell him:

"My father won't speak
to my aunt

because of an inheritance.

"But I really love my aunt,
my, mother's sister.

"And I really want to see
her, even for a bit,

"maybe an hour.

"But my father must
not know"

I'm sure that Félipe
won't say anything.

That's a pack of lies

Then they'll hold up
all the better

and Félipe will swallow the lot.

I could meet you behind
the church at 4:20pm.

Sit down

I wish I could go.

But I must not.

Even if I had a secret to
tell you

What secret?

And why tell it to me?

A secret isn't about reasons.

I really want to tell you
and I can't do it here

But I think I could do it
behind the church at 4:20.

No, no, no, I won't go.

Well then I won't go either

Here's Félipe.

I've been looking for you
for two hours.

We went for a walk,
did you see Rémy?

Yes, he was very nice.

Thanks to him I shook hands
with all the officers

Even the Captain shook my hand

We all drank champagne.

One fellow joked:

"Leave your girlfriend with Mazel and
he'll run off with her."

And what did you say?

I said: "The young Lady is
not my girlfriend."

And Rémy said: "I would stay with
you this evening,

"but I have plans with a
ravishing young lady."

He has a rendez-vous?

Where?

In front of Saint-Laurent church.

- With a girl.
- Yes, he was over the moon.

- I thought he was a serious chap.
- I think it's normal.

You think it's natural,
even for the girl?

What could be more so?
They're young.

They risk their necks,
they're handsome,

so it's natural that the
girls like them

And the girl he's meeting,
maybe they know each other well.

And if they don't,

then they soon will.

I'm shocked that this girl's father
was unwise enough,

to leave her with you.

There's no risk there.
She's not like other girls.

And even if she was
flighty and fickle,

I'd return her as I found her.
My word is a sacred bond.

- You may well laugh...
- Ah you would say that...

But he's a first class
womaniser.

He's arranged to meet
up with at least two girls.

Watch out, he's a wolf in
sheep's clothing this one.

Excuse me, I need to change,
I'm meeting someone.

- Not in front of the church though?
- No, no.

Not in front of the church.

I'm going to see my colonel,

at 4:20, he has a feather
in his hat.

Good bye, mademoiselle.

Good bye, Félipe.
I'll see you tonight.

Good bye, Jacques.

Charming isn't he?

He's got it all.

Inheritance always lead to
family arguments,

for my small inheritance,

I had to battle with my cousins
from Venelles,

and all for two silver spoons.

So I do understand why your
father is angry with your aunt.

It's only natural.

Should I go to see her?

Of course you must!
It's your mother's sister.

I would have preferred you
to stay with me.

It's a beautiful afternoon
and I was planning to...

I was planning to...

Well, family comes first.

And an aunt is another inheritance.

Once you're married and
have kids,

when she dies, if she leaves
something to your kids

we'll be very happy-

Off you go.

My father must never know.

How will he know?

Unless your aunt tells him.

But they're not speaking.

- That's why there's no danger.
- So it will work.

I will say I was with you
the whole time.

Well then I'll go.

- And your hat?
- I'd rather leave it.

Yes, when you visit family,

it's best to look poor.

Don't worry, I'll look after it

Thanks, see you later.

See you later.

And I didn't dare tell her!

Waiter!

Are we going to eat all that?

Why shouldn't we?

- Where are we going?
- To my place.

What will your parents say?

They won't say anything.

- Are they there?
- No.

And if they come back?

No, they won't come back.

I am inviting you to my place,
not theirs.

To my office.
Where I go to work in peace.

It's full of books and papers.
Come, come on.

I must be mad.

Yes, you must be mad,

to make a mountain out
of a molehill.

Where's the harm in inviting
a girl for a glass of port?

The customs of the town
are more innocent,

than country morality.

I'm no monster,
Patricia.

Come in, make yourself at home.

Sit down.

Open the cake box.

- You must give me my bill.
- 16 francs.

I must tell you that...

I must tell you that
I don't care about you.

Thanks to you
I'm drunk as a skunk.

I don't know what's stopping me

from knocking you sideways.

Sir, you're just a bit nervous

because your fiancée
has left you.

But it's not my fault.

We only end up with the woman
that we deserve.

I chatted with you to
take your mind off it,

because I worked it out,
just seeing that hat.

What's wrong with it?

Does that look like the hat
of a trustworthy woman?

I ask you, what kind of hat
is this?

Help me!

Stop.
Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

Yes I'm ashamed.
Forgive me.

- What if you try it again...
- I won't.

Don't be scared,
there you go.

You can re-do your hair.

That's enough for an ice cream.

Sit down.

I behaved like an animal.
I was one.

You are so beautiful, Patricia,
and then I...

Women these days, are not
so virtuous.

In the countryside,
at 18, well...

I told you.

They all say that.

I should have believed you.

And I should have refused
to come here.

You really are a good woman.

I hope you will forgive my
stupidity and vanity.

Don't leave me with feelings
of fear and disgust.

I want to be your friend,

and I offer you my friendship.

I thank you for it.

But what use will you have for
friendship from a girl like me?

The friendship of someone young, and pure,

and who is a ravishing
young woman.

And who is the daughter of a well-digger.

Was it true, what you
said before?

That you would love me all
of your life?

No, it was an exaggeration.

True love, doesn't come so quickly.

And have you known
true love?

No... Honestly, no.

So why speak of it?

Well, I speak of my
idea of it.

And I will know it for real
one day, I hope.

I hope that I will keep
your respect.

You shouldn't judge a young man
on a moment of madness.

The nuns really raised
you well,

because you will scratch
a pilot.

Forgive me, M. Mazel.

I know you are an honest boy.

And many women will not be
as stupid as me.

You are a handsome man.

But I hope you can see,
that I cannot.

I cannot.

Please forgive me.

If she doesn't come back...
If she doesn't come back...

Me, well, now
I'll wait forever.

I need a light.

What shall I do?
I light one of these.

And that big fool
over there...

What would you do
in my place?

In your place,

I'd go home to bed.

And what do I want to do?

I want to go home and sleep.

Bravo, bravo!

If Patricia hadn't gone to
her aunt's...

I'd already be home and
I wouldn't be drunk.

Some think that I don't
understand,

but I do, I understand.

And that's what worries me.

If you are driving,
you won't get far.

Me! I won't get far?

Get me the petrol you prick,
and I'll go...

go to Australia.

Nothing left but the bird.

It's worse than the opera.

What happened?

Sorry, Patricia.

Sorry, Patricia, sorry.

Why?

Your hat.

I burned your hat.

It was like kindling.
Sorry.

You were drinking.

I was drinking...

and I'm drunk.

And... did you see your aunt?

Yes. she is very well, thank you..

Shall we go?

Don't go with him,
he'll kill you.

Me! Me, kill her?

He said I'd kill her,

when, just to make her happy,
I'd eat gunpowder.

Did it make you happy
to see your aunt?

It's 7pm, can you take
me home?

No, I can't, the car won't
obey me.

I'm sure of it,
no point in trying.

It's still sad though.

All I have left is the bird.

What's going on?

Jacques! There you are!

Will you save my life?

Tell me, will you?

I'll do better than that.

I'll take her back,
I have my bike.

He has his bike.

He always has what is needed.

It's just wonderful.

Patricia, Do you want to
go with him?

If it's the only way to get home...

That's not very nice,
mademoiselle.

- Don't you trust me?
- Yes, she trusts you.

Isn't that right folks?

She's just scared of the
motorbike.

She's used to the car.

Patricia,

you must go.

I would be very happy to
accompany you.

Thank you.

It's because of my father.
Otherwise he'll worry.

Oh yes, he would worry!

If she's not home by 8,

he'll fall ill.

Come along.

You take her home,
but you leave me here...

You'll have to take care of
that my friend.

The bird?

- What about the bird?
- It's your my friend.

You can't speak for the...
for the pretty...

You were the one who
asked me to stop.

I know.

Your scarf blew off,
it wasn't my fault.

I know.

And when we found the scarf,
down there,

you said to me:
"I must speak to you."

- Didn't you?
- I did.

There is something else that
you don't know.

It wasn't the wind,
I untied my scarf.

I did it.

On purpose.

Why?

On the motorbike,
riding so fast

I clung to your waist,
I felt your warmth.

The scent of the wind
made me lose control.

So I untied my scarf,

because I felt weak
and I was scared of falling.

That's almost a declaration
of love.

Or one of weakness.

Let me go.

In any case,
it was madness.

Although, I am not mad.

But I have always been raised
by women.

In the convent, then at home
with my sisters.

I never even spoke
to a boy.

And now look at all this.

Look at what?

I had a neighbour,
she was my friend.

One day I saw her slip out,

by moonlight, with a boy.

I told her that I had
seen her.

- She told me her secrets.
- I can guess what they were.

Me, I hadn't guessed.

I blushed so hard
and I thought I would cry.

Since that day,
I have avoided her.

I saw her aged,
grey, dirtied.

And now look at me...

I am like her.

I no longer have the right to kiss
my father and sisters.

You're getting carried away,

you know that between men
and women,

it's always a bit like this.

If every woman who had
ever had a lover,

wouldn't kiss their
fathers or sisters,

there wouldn't be many kisses
in most families.

You are treating this adventure
as a tragedy.

It wasn't so bad,
what I did,

but if I could do it again...

Don't think that you owe me
anything.

You are a boy.
It's up to women to refuse.

I deserve my misfortune.

I even sought it out.

Starting yesterday morning,

I went back to the stream on purpose.

- To see me again?
- Yes.

When Félipe invited me
to the festival,

I said no at first,

because I didn't know that
you would be there..

I said no and I was aching
for him to leave.

I wanted to go to bed and
be alone,

So I could think of you.

And when he said you'd be there,
I said that I'd go.

He thought that it was because
of his car.

But, just to see you,

I would have walked.

I think I was already lost then.

You are a good person,
Patricia.

If one of us has acted badly,
then it is me.

I am a man, I am rich,

and you are only a poor child

and you have given me great proof
of your love.

Yes.

Proof that proves I am not
worthy of love.

Don't think of it any more,
take me home now.

Don't you want to see me again?

For what?
Like you just said, you are rich.

Let's go now.

I absolutely must speak to you
tomorrow.

Where can I see you?

I don't know.

Can't you come to Salon?

How?
I would need to take the bus...

Can I come to your house
on my motorbike?

Is there a clearing,
or an abandoned farm?

There is Saint Julien's chapel,

and beside it a large cypress.

Good, by the cypress tomorrow
at 'Ham.

If you want.
But what is the point?

You really don't want to see me
at all?

Yes, I want to.

I don't know. I don't know
who I am any more

And you, I love you.

And you are evil and sin.

That's a bit hard to take!

Why to Africa?
To do what?

Tests.

What tests?

I cannot say.

- Is it dangerous?
- No, not especially.

Will it take long?

2 or 3 months,
probably the end of September.

Why must I leave immediately?

We received orders a week ago.

Charbonnier was supposed to go.

He broke his leg so we chose
Mazel to replace him.

There you have it.

He has just enough time
to eat dinner and to pack.

I need to ask you something,
I can only ask you...

Have you been playing poker again?

No, not that, you know,

I only played once
and it didn't go well.

I made a little mistake,

with a girl.

- A sweetheart?
- No, a poor, young girl.

I saw her, but only once

and then again at the festival.

We dallied a little on the way home.

She is called Patricia.
The well-digger's daughter.

And what do you want me
to do about it?

I have a rendez-vous with her
tomorrow,

beside a little church on the road
to Salon.

In a field.

You won't be there,
simple as that.

I know, but she will be.

This young woman is
simple, brave,

a worthy young woman.

Yes, yes, I understand.

I want you to go to this
rendez-vous for me

and explain to her that I had to
leave this evening

because I was summoned.

I don't her to think that this afternoon,

I already knew I was leaving.

Give her this letter.

It's a very simple, very friendly letter.

Excuse me, mademoiselle,
is this Saint Julien's chapel?

Yes, Madame.

Good.

Thank you, Mademoiselle.

Due to the situation internationally,

the government must extend
it's recruitment policy,

by calling up a further contingent
of reserves,

The men concerned,

will have the number 3 or 4,
in the top left-hand corner

of their mobilisation card.

My son...

has been at the front
for a week already.

Is that paid for?

Yes, of course it's paid for.

I said that because
I didn't see a ticket,

and in the emotion...

Emotion doesn't make us thieves.

I'm sorry, Pascal,
what do you want...

I'm worried,
it made me misspeak.

These are good tools,
but I won't be using them

because in my papers,
I have a section 7.

I'm going there immediately.

Are you taking the 8am train like me?

8 on the dot, and we won't be the
only ones.

- Are you in the infantry?
- Engineering, a sapper.

I am a sergeant.

Do you have stripes?

Of course I do... gold ones.

- Like an officer?
- Yes, but they're a little crooked.

You will be so handsome in uniform,
wearing your képi.

I don't look half bad.

I'll wear it when I leave.

I thought I'd be called up in March,

so I sorted out my uniform.

They'll reimburse me when
I get to barracks..

You can buy any uniform you fancy
and they'll pay for it?

No, not anything I fancy.

It's not someone's old coat,

It's the official uniform for a sergeant.

Garcin!

What number are you?

7, same as you.

- And what class are you?
- 17.

I'm class 30
and he's going with me.

What does that mean?
I don't understand it.

Nothing to understand.
One thing is clear:

We need you. Off you go,
do what they tell you.

That's very well said, M. Mazel.

- Did you fight in the last war?
- Yes.

Me too.

But this one...

who knows what will happen.

Yes...

Who knows...

- Good bye, M. Mazel.
- Good bye.

Is someone going to the station
with you?

No, my sister is in Marseille.

Well then I will, and Patricia.

Now that would make me happy.

In uniform, maybe you'll have
the courage to speak to her.

A nice uniform will give you courage.

Especially if it has stripes.

But... crooked.

Félipe...
Listen.

We will go to the buffet.

I will leave you with Patricia
for you to talk to her.

This time I will talk to her.

Good.

You two go to the buffet

and with Amanda, I will look for
something that I forgot.

What?

You'll know when I find it.

- Right, come on
- Go, go, go.

Right, come along Amanda.

He might be buying you some
cigarettes.

It wouldn't surprise me,
he's a good friend.

And maybe he wanted to leave us alone
for a minute.

Because I have to talk to you.

Please sit down.

What I will tell you,

is what I wanted to say at the festival.

But there was all the drunkenness,

of which I am so ashamed,

that I weep over it.

And then the bird...

It stopped me saying what
I wanted to

but I will say now, what I wanted
to say then.

So...

- Listen...
- Don't interrupt me.

If you interrupt I can't say anything.

Patricia, I have known you
for 3 years.

And I find I am happy whenever I see you.

And if I don't, I'm not happy.

I have noticed that when you bring...

dinner to your father,

while he is in the well,

I swap my bread for his,

because his bread,

was touched by you.

So I eat it with gusto,

even to the point,

that I don't waste a single crumb.

And I have noticed that when
you are there,

all the other women,

disappear from my sight.

And I have noticed...

when I dig at the bottom of a well,

once we're below 8 metres,

and it starts to get dark,

I see your pretty face...

and you smile at me while I work.

And I have noticed that men are
being called up...

Do you understand me?

I have understood for a long time,
Félipe,

and I know that you would make
a good husband for me.

But I cannot say yes to you.

Does this mean no?

It means no.

But my sister Amanda loves you
and would make a good wife.

I don't love your sister
I love you.

I cannot love you.

I am very fond of you, Félipe.

I know you are kind
and generous.

But you don't love me.

It's hard to hear.

I've always understood,
that in every marriage

one partner loves more
than the other.

And well...

it will be me.

Can we try?

Non, je ne peux pas.

I have made a mistake.

A serious mistake, with a boy.

Mistakes, well everyone makes them,

especially girls.

Girls don't have common sense.

It's hardly news.

It's good that you've told me.

It proves your feelings for me.

In a few months I will have a baby.

A baby?

Now that's something important.

It's not just a mistake,

it's a misfortune.

For me, it's worse than the war.

Not for the others of course,
but for me...

And for me.

For you as well.

Who is the father of the child?

A gentleman...
a rich man.

What did he say about it?

He doesn't know,
I never saw him again.

You must tell him.

He has already gone to war.

So, then...

who knows if he will return?

Does your father know?

Without judging you,

and without understanding the
seriousness of the situation...

Does your father know that, except to me,
you are no longer a princess.

And you are no longer...

a princess?

No, he does not know.

He will suffer so much because of me.

If you took me as a husband,

we could say that the mistake
was with me.

Since no one would know,
people would believe it.

All the more since I for one,

would have been so happy,

to be that mistake.

You know, for me...

I can tell you now,
as I am going to war..

Love affairs with girls,

I have had more than one.

Once, a friend of mine said
as much in front of you.

When?

At the festival...

Remember my friend the pilot,

Jacques Mazel, the merchant's boy.

Do you remember?

Yes, I remember.

He has gone to war as well.

I hope he survives.

It would be such a shame.

And your father...

shall I tell him that the mistake,

was with me?

Thank you Félipe, but no...

I would prefer to tell him myself.

So you expect something from the young man...

I expect nothing.

Do you love him?
Truly love him?

If it is the same,
as it is for men,

you will never get over it.

So, Patricia...

If you need me...

Thank you, Félipe.

No...

No one can help me.

That is truly a misfortune.

There's Amanda.
She's brought cigarettes.

Félipe, these are for you.

Cigarettes.
Patricia guessed that.

At the barracks,
no one gives you anything.

You need you friends to think of you.

- Where is your father?
- On the platform.

- He is waiting for the train.
- really?

Let's go to the platform.

Oops, my cigarettes.

You will get leave, you know.

I know.

Too bad your father died last year.

He would have held on,
if he'd known you'd get leave.

He wanted to hang on,
but he couldn't.

Of course.

And if he marries, he'll get more leave.

Not a long one, but he'll still have leave.

Why are you still crying?

Let's go, don't make me slap you.
This way...

So, are we eating or not?

You never lose your appetite.

I don't see why,
after 5 hours in the shop,

I should refuse to satisfy my hunger.

What good would that do?

If a hunger strike would stop the war,

I wouldn't hesitant for a second.

But I know that a fast does nothing,

but make my skin sag to my knees.

Because I love my son
as much as you do,

I will eat as normal,
so he'll still have a father.

What is it?

The well-digger wants to speak with
Monsieur and Madame.

About what?

He says it is serious.

He has brought his 6 daughters.

Has he gone mad!

He is absolutely calm, and polite.

He must have come to ask for charity.

No Madame, not for charity.

I have never asked for it,
I won't start now.

Don't get angry,
I know you're a good worker.

He buys two pickaxes a year.

You don't get use so many tools
living off charity.

Thank you, M. Mazel.
thank you for that.

Come in. This is my family.
Come in, come in.

Why have you brought me
all these pretty girls?

Just so you could see how
beautiful they are.

Look, this is the last one.

Lime Roberta.

She is 4.

She's well built this one,
a corn-fed chicken.

And well-raised, say hello
to M. Mazel.

Hello, M. Mazel.

Blow a kiss to the lady.

There you go.

She has learnt well.

Yes, she's very clever.

And this is little Eléonore.
Come here.

Look at that,
look at those cheeks.

That's good blood, M. Mazel.

All my daughters have clear, blue eyes,

like water from a well.

This is my family,
Monsieur and Madame.

And what have you come to tell me?

I will tell you once they have left.

Amanda, take them out
and stay with them.

And why are you here, giving orders?

Orders? I only command my daughters
and my pick.

Nothing more.

This is Patricia, my oldest daughter.

I'm starting to think this is blackmail.

Marie, don't be hasty.

A pretty girl like that,
with lying eyes.

If she lowers her eyes,

then there's a reason.

Too pretty, I don't understand.

A girl cannot be too pretty,
at her age,

you would have loved to be
as pretty.

Thank god I was never in her position.

I know that only too well.

I believe you when you say
you weren't too bad,

but you said she was too pretty.

She is 18 and 4 months,
a good age for a girl.

But it surprises you that
she's a well-digger's daughter.

At home we always say:

"She is just like a princess."

It's obvious.

We congratulate you on being
her father. What now?

There you have it:
My girl is a princess

And you, your son is,

it would seem,

a prince.

He is at the front now?

What he does is not your concern.

No, it does not concern me.

But what he did to my daughter
concerns me.

Listen, my good man.

If I took in every girl that liked my son,

my house would be full.

Very well... we'll speak no more of it.

And you should leave.

This whole conversation is ridiculous.

What young people get up to,
I don't know

and I don't want to know

But it is not criminal.

And if it's what we think,
then they're not the first.

But what is not nice,

what is ugly in fact,

is to try to profit from it.

I wouldn't have thought you capable
of such things.

What you should do,
is take your girls away

and keep a better eye on them,
so they don't end up

- courted by young men.
- Come on, we are leaving.

No, listen to me,
they haven't understood.

M. Mazel,

courting, that's a spring flower.

It's pretty, but not important.

But then comes summer.

And then autumn.

And fruits grow under the leaves.

Do you understand?

Very well.

There is the blackmail.

Make them leave,
or I will call the police.

The police?

Because your son gave my daughter
a child?

Do you think the police will make
her lie in right now?

Calm down, Marie.

We're not risking anything.

I'm sure he believes it.

When did you see my son?

One morning, while he fished.

The day before the festival.

And you'd never seen him before?

No, never.

And when did you see him after then?

The next day, at the festival.

He invited me to his flat

In a side street,
on the ground floor.

Saying he has a flat!
She a liar

She's not lying.
He has a flat.

He's an officer of 26,
not a choirboy.

And he has a flat?

And you set him up there!

So he can bring any
good-time Sally back there!

Are you happy now?
look at the result:

blackmail.

Who is blackmailing here?

No-one.

We talk, we explain.

So it happened at his place,
like you said?

No, Madame.

That night Félipe's
car didn't work.

Your son brought me back
on his motorbike,

and we stopped on the way.

There you have it. In the moonlight.

You see, in the moonlight.

You never saw him again?

He left that same night
for Africa.

That's what they told me.

But what proof do we have that
this child is my son's?

That it couldn't be any
other man's.

There's no proof of that.

What!

If it was an established relationship,

if my son had spoken to me,
of it for months,

if there were real bonds between
the two of you,

meetings, letters for example...

Do you have any letters?

No, I have nothing.

I have only the child.

A letter is signed, a child isn't.

If I was sure that this child
was my son's,

I would gladly help you.

I would give you money.

Money! Even if you only give them 100 Francs,
we'll not be rid of them,

for 100 years! Not a chance!

Who asked for money?

No one asked for it.

Anyway I won't give you a penny.

Your story doesn't add up.

This adventure of yours seems to
have happened very quickly.

You hardly made a staunch defence
of your virtue,

and I think something that could
happen so quickly,

is something that would happen often.

You don't believe my daughter?

And you, my good man,
do you believe her?

Yes I do.

Because she has never lied to me.

- Never?
- Never.

So when she came back from
the festival,

she said to you:

"Papa, I spent the afternoon
in a man's flat,

"and by moonlight,

"I rolled in the grass with a pilot."

No.

No, because some things a girl
dares not say.

She was ashamed.

So she lied to you?

That time maybe.

But if you knew her...

I know her now.
And as well as you do.

So sweet that butter wouldn't melt,

who sees a boy twice and
refuses him nothing.

That's what I know and
it's all I need to know.

She is over 18, she must have
seen other boys,

and when she gets in trouble,
she blames the richest one.

Well I say no, no and no again!

My son will not pay for others.

And you?

What do you say?

I say, Pascal, that you know picks
better than you know girls.

Girls, Pascal,

men, especially fathers, will never
understand them in the slightest.

However,
as you are a good man,

I will write to my son.

You won't bother him with
these tales.

We are not going to worry him

because of the well-digger's
daughter.

If my son held you in his arms
for 5 minutes,

he did you a great honour.

Very well then...

we'll have to settle for that.

Are we leaving Father?

Yes... we are leaving.

But... before leaving,

I want to explain something
to M. Mazel.

Your wife thinks, I'm here
to make off with your takings.

She has truly deceived herself.

I came to explain to you,
what had happened.

In my daughter's misfortune,
I found a child.

It's like finding a purse.

An honest person says:
"Whose is this?"

I asked my daughter:
"Whose is it?"

She replied:
"Jacques Mazel's."

So I thought: "I will go to his father
and tell him the truth."

And I hoped that you would say:

"As this has happened,
my son will ask for leave,

return, and they will marry."

I would have given my blessing
to Patricia.

And when the child was born
we'd have set off fireworks.

Now that is what I thought.
But I did not know you.

Now I know that you can't trust,

those who sell tools and
never use them.

You have denied,

my daughter and her child.
You had no reason to.

And you have said horrible things
to me

which will trouble me to
the depths of the well.

Yes, I don't know whose child
this is now.

He will have no name.

And my daughter is a lost woman.

She is lost to me.

Another tack for blackmail.

That woman talks of blackmail
all the time.

I don't want to talk.

They will tell this story
all over town.

No, Madame, some things
shouldn't be talked about.

I won't tell anyone.
But you won't either,

because this misfortune is
a tragedy for us,

but for you...
it is an infamy.

Enjoy your dinner.

Amanda...

Go that way with your sisters.
Go along girls.

Patricia...

I must talk to you.

Now I must lose you.

I know father.

The bus passes the end of the
road at 2pm.

Take it to Fuveau,

where my sister Nathalie lives.

She is a laundress.

Tell her what happened.
She will understand,

because she has also made
bad mistakes.

She will look after you.

It's not that I don't love you.

I have loved you more than
I wanted you to know.

Only now, you see,

They didn't want you.
I did my best.

You saw, they didn't want you.

So you must leave.

Firstly because of the little ones.

Soon they will start asking
questions.

And there are the neighbours.

You must remake your life.

Not here, elsewhere.

Here you are a lost woman.

No matter where I go,

I am lost.

Here above all.

You couldn't marry.

If you married a boy from Salon,

even if he knew the truth,

on Sunday he wouldn't dare
take you for a walk.

Because if you ran into
Jacques Mazel,

you would blush

and he would go pale.

And he would lower his eyes.

A woman has no right to make
her husband ashamed.

You must leave.
The quicker the better.

I thought about it all night,

and I am ready.

I will take your things to the coach.

I will put them in a case and put it in the coach.

I would rather they put me
in a box,

and took me to the cemetery.

No, don't say that.

That won't undo any of this.

Go to Nathalie's.

Go...

for the little ones,

I must kiss you goodbye.

Come here.

It's for the little ones.

Farewell.

Farewell father.

- Did you sleep well on the train?
- A soldier can sleep anywhere.

- How much leave do you have?
- A month.

I'm on convalescent leave.

- You were wounded?
- My arm was cut.

From the shoulder to the wrist.

My word, that's a big injury!

And your father?

Still just the same,
as I said in my letters...

- And her?
- He won't speak of her.

He got a letter from my
aunt yesterday.

He threw it on the fire.

- Without reading it?
- Without reading it.

Make sure not to speak to him
about her.

His goes white as a sheet
and is absolutely furious.

- I don't care.
- You'll upset him.

I don't care if I upset him.

Would you like to visit your sister
this afternoon?

Will my father know?

We will tell him we've gone
for a walk.

Will you take me in the car?

Yes, I will take you.

- Do you want me to come?
- Yes.

I would prefer not to go alone.

Do you know if M. Mazel wrote
to tell his son?

I don't know.

It won't make any difference
whether they wrote to him.

I heard he died at the front.

Jacques? Dead?

Who told you that?

The shop assistant.

A pilot came to tell them,

that Jacques Mazel
was missing.

But if he was dead, M. Mazel,

that would have told you officially.

They told me officially,
that his plane went down,

behind German lines,

in flames.

It was his plane.

Did they recover the body?

In flames.

We have tried to get more information.

At the headquarters,

maybe they have more
information.

But they don't want to say.

Little by little, each day...

they're letting us know,
that the chance drops,

that we'll ever see him again.

But I know it now.

I know he won't come back.

How much is the bronze one?

275.

Can I let it go for 250?

- 275, no less.
- Right.

Did you hear what I said?

No.

I talk, I say things...

I seem like I'm talking.

I seem like I'm still alive.

But I'm not the one speaking.

I'm like some kind of phonograph,

talking to no one.

- Hello, Pascal.
- Oh, Félipe!

How are you?

This war,
haven't you won it yet?

No, I'm not angry enough yet,
but it's brewing.

People say it hasn't properly
started yet.

It's started enough for
some to suffer.

I saw M. Mazel.
It was painful.

Him! Whether he's in pain
or not,

is none of my business.

Don't say that, Pascal.

Maybe it isn't your business,

but it concerns you.

His son...

He had a son?

You know very well he did.

His son has been missing for
3 weeks.

They saw him go down in flames.

Does Patricia know?

Go outside.

Patricia?

Who is Patricia?

Did you know a girl called
Patricia?

I didn't.

I won't speak of a girl who has
nothing to do with me.

It's just us Pascal, you'll feel
better if you talk about her.

Have you come to upset me?

No, you know I'm acting
out of friendship.

Then don't speak about things
I don't want to hear about.

There's Amanda.

Hello.

Look...

She's got pretty these
last 6 months.

She would make a good wife
for a worker.

An honest woman.

At least I think she is.

Will you stay for dinner?

- Won't that be a bother?
- No, it would be a pleasure.

Do you still have your car?

Indeed I do, I'm going
to see it later.

I left it with the mechanic.

Why do you ask?

Do you need it?

No, I don't need any shopping.

I stay at home. I'm happy here.

Once I have the car,
if you don't mind,

I will take Amanda for a drive.

- If you allow me.
- But of course.

She'll be proud to be in a car,
with an officer no less.

- Are you joking?
- Not at all.

If you want, then do it.

Just, be careful.
You...

You can be trusted.

But not all men can be.

So be careful.

If you come across a handsome
man on a motorbike,

who says:
"I'll take her home",

tell him "no".

Because you know,

motorbikes,
can't be trusted.

They can ruin a family's
happiness.

And even if they're quiet,

they still keep people awake.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

The car didn't break down
this time?

This time she ran well.

Good.

If only she'd always run so well.

Where is Patricia?
Did you see Patricia?

Come on dear, eat.

There is a lot of soup left.

Eat, eat, come on.

So, did you have a good time?

Yes, he bought me sweets
at the fair.

I hit 4 out of 5 on
the shooting range.

What about the fifth?
They'll make anyone an officer...

She went down the road,
Patricia.

She must be sick, poor thing.

Come on dear, eat.
Eat, now.

Were there a big crowd?

A huge crowd.

Mostly women and old men,
of course.

I asked the postman about her
and he gave me a kiss.

Come here, Amanda. Take her.

Put her to bed.

Go to bed.

Come along my dear.

- Blow papa a kiss.
- I don't want to.

Why not?

You're mean.

Where was the fair?

Istres.

Istres?

Was it good?

Oh, là là!
It was so good.

Well, like all fairs.

Yes.

Did you stay there all
afternoon?

Yes, all afternoon.

Except when we were driving,

in the car.

In the car?

Don't tell me you're lying.

Don't tell me that
visited anyone.

- I will choke you.
- I won't tell you.

Calm down!

I can see you're lying,
I can see it in your face.

I didn't mean to look like a liar.

I'll do my best to hide it.

If you think it's easy,
then you try it...

I should clout you,

and knock some sense in.

Well?

How is she?

She is ok.

She is pale, but she is healthy.

It's too bad.

She didn't deserve this.
It's just too bad.

The child was born.

It's a boy,
he's wonderful.

A 'my?

- That's unfortunate.
- Why?

Because if she was a girl,

then one day she would
have her husband's name.

But a boy, he'll never have
a surname,

like a cow or a horse.

- What did they call him?
- André.

- Why?
- They named him after...

After...

It's a good name.

But whose is it?

It's M. Mazel's name.

The poor little one.

To be given a money-grubber's name.

Has she forgotten he showed her
the door?

He is also called...

Pascal.

Pascal? What?

Why Pascal?

They dared to give
this bastard,

my Christian name?

He has been christened.

- He's not a dog.
- What was that?

Aren't you ashamed to speak
to your father like that?

Do you like being a tart's sister?
Go to bed!

She doesn't like it,
believe me.

She's my sister, I love her.
She's my sister.

I told you to go to bed.

I have too many daughters.

If they think she was right,

I might as well hang a red lantern
at my door...

This child has 2 Christian names,
but he'll never have a surname.

He has one, a real one.
A proper surname

A surname?
Which one?

His mother's surname.

He has your surname.
He is André Pascal Amoretti.

Félipe, you are crazy.
You are crazy

This child has my name,
my father's name?

It's not my fault.
It's the law

A child with no father,

takes his mother's name.

And that's worth something,
is it, a woman's name?

Of course it is.
It's the law.

And they wrote it in the register
at the town hall?

Of course. They wrote it
in the big register,

and on his birth certificate.

What?
He has a birth certificate?

Of course, he was born.

So this child has taken everything.

My daughter and my name.

Who makes such laws?

How can I protect myself from them?

A town hall can take your name
without warning?

They make the laws,
they're stronger than us.

They must know best.

As it worries you,

there is a way to change
the boy's name.

H ow?

If she marries,

the child takes the husband's name.

She can't marry him,
he's dead.

Yes, he is dead.

- Dos she know?
- Yes she knows.

- Who told her?
- His pilot friends.

When a pilot passes through,
her aunt asks for news.

So one day they told her.

So she started wearing black.

But if Nathalie
spoke to the pilots,

I know her,
she's thinking of planes.

They know that he's dead
and can't marry her?

Yes, they know it.

Although he's dead,
there are others who still live.

Me, for example.

If she wants to marry me,

the child won't be called Amoretti.

He will be Rambert,
like me.

But Amoretti will always be
on the register.

Not forever.

On the wedding day,
they'll erase it.

They have a big rubber
and they'll erase it.

And the boy will be Rambert.
Like me.

And you can live with that?

It would make you happy.

And it wouldn't make me unhappy.

Because when I saw her,

I still wanted her.

So you will take,

the lost daughter,

and the bastard?

I'll bet... I'll bet that
the little name-stealer,

is a sorry sort,

and looks like a tinker.

No, not at all,
don't say that Pascal.

If you saw him...
He's so handsome.

And when he cries
it's so loud,

he's got good lungs.

If she wants, I'll take it all on.
And with pleasure.

Well, listen to me, Félipe...

You don't have much honour,
I have to say.

Maybe not, but I do
have a lot of love.

And maybe that will replace it.

Well, if you have love,

then find a new girl, like Amanda.
Right?

If the princess refuses me again,

I will try to console myself
with Amanda,

because she's her sister.

But she hasn't said no yet.

So... you spoke to her?

No, but...

I looked at her in a way...
she must have understood.

- Really...
- Yes.

So, Félipe, if you marry her,

the child will change his name?

Immediately.

Don't you realise what
you must do?

You must go and speak to her
for me.

Because you..

She will listen to you.

Yes...

Tell me boy...

Boy...

Have you seen two women
doing washing?

They can't be far,
washing's drying in the field.

- That one?
- Yes.

There's a laundry there,
under the trees.

Over there... Good, thanks. Thank you.

It's like the assistant
tax collector.

He wears women's shirts.

Men's as well of course,

for the office.

I used to pick up his laundry,
I thought he was married.

Then one day, he says to me...

- There's Pascal.
- What?

- Your father, don't be afraid.
- I'm not scared.

He's come to take the baby.

- Now it's blown over.
- You think so?

If he wants him, he'll have to ask
for him the old hypocrite.

What if he wants us,
to go home...

If he wants to take you,
then he has to ask.

Help me here.

Say what I say.
don't be afraid

- There you are.
- Yes, here I am. Hello sister.

Well then?

Well then here I am.
I need to talk to you.

To you, and to her,
who acts like we're strangers.

I don't know what to tell you.

You don't know what to say?

Well me, I...

- I don't know what to say.
- Then don't say it.

When I speak,
it's not just to make noise.

Well then...

It seems your child has been born.

Yes father, he has been.

That does have to happen.

These things always end
the same way.

She didn't invent it.

If you have nothing to say,
don't speak.

It's a boy...

They say he is called...
Amoretti.

- Like me.

Amoretti like me.
I am Amoretti.

This name I passed
it beyond you,

because it's my name.

He has the name of our father.
And our father's father.

Don't you speak of our name.

You've done it no good.

This boy has my name.

And he carries it
like my first-born son.

A daughter is Amanda,
or Noémie, or Isabelle.

A second or third boy
is Henri, Pierre or Paul.

But a first-born in Provence,

is never called by his Christian name.

We call him by his surname.

And this child,

that I do not know,

is called Amoretti.

Whether I like it or not,

I am responsible for him.

In what way?

Every Way-

For example, if he steal
the curate's plums,

or he runs someone down
in his car,

or punches a policeman.

Stop, or I'll beat you
like a bed sheet.

Is that what you'll
do you animal.

- This is serious, shut up.
- When I'm ready!

This child was born in my bed.

I will speak as much as I want.

You've spent 5 minutes telling us things
we already know. Now what?

- Now what, what?
- What does that mean?

It means what I say.

What do you want me to do?
I will obey.

So tell us why you came here.

I came to tell you that
this is serious.

Agreed, it's serious.

We knew that, you're here
for more than that.

Now let us get back to work.

Give the family our best.

There are worse things than that.

This child has to be fed
and raised.

Stay, Patricia.

I have something else to tell you.

Even more serious.

About my son?

Yes and no.

What I mean is...

Félipe, has an idea.

He wants to marry you.

He says he will give the child
his own name,

and he won't be a bastard.

And he wants to marry you.

He will ask you.

And you must tell him no.

- Very good father.
- Why do you say: "Very good"?

Félipe will make a good husband.

Why tell him no?

It would be dishonest.

The child wouldn't be a bastard,
but Félipe wouldn't be a father.

And he would be disgraced.

Who would know the child wasn't his?

I would know.
M. Mazel would know.

People know about it,
she must say no.

I already told him no.

I have only ever felt friendship for him.

And she doesn't need him.

Here, there are kind pilots.

It seems to me,
that these plane men,

are not to be trusted.

They are the ones that chase us.

If she wants to marry,
she doesn't need Félipe.

And if the child needs
a change of name,

then he will have a good one.

A name from the city.

So that's what you've
been plotting!

Is one crime not enough for you?

You have to prepare a second one?

That's what I was afraid of.

Because of that you must return
to the house.

With my son?

Well, as for that...

Bring him if you want,
I don't want to know.

It's better if you don't take him.

This child brings shame
on the family.

A child of sin.

A second shame, after you.

Shame brings shame,
so I will raise him.

Didn't you hear me?
Have you gone deaf?

Yes, well of course
that would be best,

that would be best.

But her, she won't want that.

Why not?
After all...

If you think it's best,

and I think it's best.

We'll leave him here.

It's easier that way.

Yes, easy.

Only»-

I am certain that, deep down,
she doesn't want to.

She just said that she does.

She said yes, but she meant no.

Me, I know,

this child is no blessing,
but she won't leave him.

With Aunt Nathalie
he won't be abandoned.

That's what I said,
and it's the truth.

Because it would pain me,

to take this child home.

Because I am very angry
with him.

I am bitter, over the suffering
he has caused.

Only you, you there...

you are the one who...

You, I know you,
if you don't take him,

you will suffer,
you will mope,

you won't eat,
you'll waste away,

and then you'll want
to come for him.

No she won't.

What do you know?
Do you have kids? No!

Luckily for us,
otherwise you'd have 50!

Who is talking to you?

And you, why lie?

You're dying to take him!

Isn't it better to be honest?

Why are you a hypocrite?

I don't like hypocrites.

If you want to do something,
then say it.

Even if you don't, we'll do it!

- Where are you going?
- To drown him.

Don't be afraid you fool.

He's been in the sun for an hour
he's half dead already.

Father,

do you want both of us
to come home?

You, yes.
I'm still not sure about him

I don't know him.
We haven't been introduced.

I've been here an hour
and he's still covered up.

He's so small!

He hasn't been eating enough.

If the milk isn't enough,

then give him chickpeas,

with spring onions.

He has little fingers, and nails.

Haven't you seen them before?

Of course I have,
but I wasn't looking at them.

So why are you looking now?

Haven't you seen enough of him?

Haven't you had your fun?
Are you going to pull his ears?

Go pack your things,
we're leaving soon.

Amoretti,

give me a little smile.

Little Amoretti,

your biggest smile please.

It's for big Amoretti.

Well...

- What is Amoretti doing?
- He is sleeping.

Watch out for flies.

Has he fed?

Yes, he has.

Did you burp him?

Yes.

They always need to
do a little burp,

otherwise,

they swallow air, you know,

and then they swell up.

Then they end up with a belly like the Mayor's.

I will prepare the charges.

I'll go over there.

It's never happened,
but you never know,

it could happen.

There it is.

Pascal must be at the bottom of the well,

and there's his daughter,
at the foot of that tree.

That must be the child beside her.

We have the right to go for a walk.

And this is Félicien's field,

he said I could hunt here,
before the war.

Will we speak to him?

Why not?

If he came to the shop,
I would have spoken to him.

But he sends a neighbour to
buy his tools.

Marie...

If this child,
is our child's...

Don't be afraid.
I'll know from one look.

Hello, mademoiselle.

Hello, M. Mazel.

Is your father over there?

He is back there, preparing the charges.

We are going for a walk,

we saw the frame over the well.

It reminded me that my well
needs cleaning.

Yes...

My well by the thorns

And as your father doesn't
come to the shop...

He was wrong.
He could come back now.

Are you in mourning as well?

Yes madame, I am as well.

Have you lost someone?

Yes, Madame. I lost someone.

Hello, Pascal.

I was telling your daughter about my well.

By the thorn bushes,
do you know it?

I know it,
I've cleaned it.

In your father's day.
We called him Old Mazel.

It needs cleaning again,
the water smells bad.

Rotting grasses and seeds.

After 20 years there must be
2 metres of sediment,

fine mud at the bottom.

And when can you come?

When I am finished here.
In two weeks.

Yes...

I was afraid you'd say no,

after what happened last year.

You haven't come to the shop.

Well...

No...

I don't have the luxury of
refusing work.

I'm not rich enough.

I have children to feed.

You are lucky, Pascal.

You are very lucky.

- Did you hear of our misfortune?
- Yes.

I thought there was still
some hope...

They informed us officially,
yesterday morning.

It's over.

That's terrible.

Sometimes I don't understand our Lord.

You have wronged us,

but it hurts me to see you suffer.

At least you don't say that
my misfortune

is punishment for that.

Who knows?

Who would say yes or no?

Not me.

I'm not saying anything.

I understand how you feel.

I have felt it myself.

You haven't lost a son.

My daughter...

Patricia.

For 7 months she was dead to me.

I banned her from my house.

I know how it feels to see
her place empty at the table,

to not share coffee in the morning,

not to hear her sing in her bedroom.

And her apron,
hanging on my kitchen wall,

that no-one would touch.

That I dared not look at.

But you,

you still had 5 daughters.

Losing her, was losing everything.

Sometimes,

at night, before going to bed,

I would sneak down,
so the girls couldn't hear,

and I'd open the door.

I'd say to myself:

"Maybe tonight she'll come home"

Sometimes,

I would sit at the bottom of a well

and say to myself:
"I want to stay here.

"I hope some slate slips free.

"I hope there's a rock fall

"that collapses on me, buries me,

"and ends it all."

That is how I understand your pain.

She was alive,
you could have gone to look for her.

I could not.

I forbade myself.

Let's talk about your well.

I know it's deep, 25M.

That will cost 300 francs.

If any stones need changing you'll,
pay the bill,

for materials...

And 100 F

for me and my handiwork down there.

Agreed, Pascal, agreed.

- I hope to see you again at the shop.
- Maybe.

Goodbye, M. Mazel.

Goodbye, Madame.

Goodbye, Mademoiselle.

Goodbye Monsieur.

- Is he your child?
- Yes, Madame.

Are you married?

No, Madame.

- How old is he?
- 6 months.

He was born on January the 21st,
at 7am.

Can we see him?

Without waking him of course.

Just look at him.

Of course you can see him.
We're not ashamed.

Patricia,

bring me Amoretti.

What is he called?

I call him Amoretti.

He is the only boy in the family,
I call him by his surname.

Ah yes, the old Latin custom.

My grandmother never called
me André.

She called me Mazel.

This boy is not called Mazel.

He is called Amoretti.

There he is.

Smile for monsieur.

Don't touch him.
Smile.

You know, that's a real boy.

He's a naughty one.

He'll pull all 5 of his
aunts' hair when he's bigger.

No, that's enough.

He's seen enough.
Put him in the shade.

He's already getting heavy.

Take him, feel the weight.

You shouldn't do that,
it's upset her.

It's not a bad thing Pascal.

Let her cry.

Sit down, Marie, sit down.

Sit down on the trunk there.

There's no danger, it's dynamite.

It needs a detonator to explode.

Are you sure?

I would let the little one...

Come here.

I need to talk to you.

If it's about the child, then
we talk in front of my daughter.

Is it the same child she was carrying
when you came to see me?

She couldn't make two the same age,

unless they were twins.

So, according to you,

that child belongs to
my poor son?

According to me it's my
daughter's child.

But his father, you know
he was my poor son.

I know...
I don't know anything.

I know that a child has a father.

He's not Jesus,
so he has a father.

So go and find him!

Patricia told you it was my son.

Patricia! Oh, là là!
So you believe her now then?

She's a girl. They lie as easily
as they breathe,

you're the one who taught me that.

But I didn't know her.

Now I have asked around,
I know her.

Even a father doesn't know his daughter.

She told me that she saw
your son twice,

and that he gave her a child.

Soto see her twice is enough,

and an 18 year old girl,

has seen lots of men twice.

So who could know?

Do you know, one night,

it was Mme Mazel,
who told me that,

in your house.

I didn't say it like that,
I didn't know.

It's better not to speak
when you don't know.

You cast adrift the
Moses basket!

Someone else refused us.

Your son.

I'm not angry with him.

His death has almost atoned for my sin.

And maybe I knew that
he would die,

and that's why I was drawn to him
so violently.

But when he did not come
to meet me.

Jacques? To what meeting?

He said he'd meet me by
Saint-Julien's chapel

and he didn't come.

He knew that when he
told me

as he was leaving for Africa.

No, he didn't know.

His Captain came for him at 7pm.

He left an hour later,

an emergency replacement,

for an injured colleague.

He didn't know?

I swear it on his memory.

So he might have come then?

But why not send someone to tell me?

Maybe he sent someone.

He sent someone with a letter.

- A letter for me?
- Yes.

How do you know?

I should have come to meet you.

I went, I saw you.

And I burnt the letter.

You, you did that?

So many girls wanted to
take him from me.

He did write to me.

Burning that letter was disgusting.

That was underhand.

But when I spoke to you
about the child,

did you tell him?

No.

More underhand tricks
from the shopkeepers.

Quiet father.

I am happy.

If he had known,
he wouldn't have abandoned me.

I was right to mourn him,
he deserved that.

And what do the shopkeepers deserve?

If it wasn't for the child,
I'd light them up,

like fireworks.

Maybe you can make us happy.

I won't.

Don't you think they've
suffered enough?

I think one thing:

this boy is called Amoretti
he's my grandson.

Of course he is your grandson.

But us, what are we to him?

- Passers-by.
- If you want.

But it would be a bad thing,

if we looked after him?

You?

How will you look after him?

We have money.

We have too much now.

We can buy him things, clothes...

Once, in your house,

you were afraid that I wanted charity.

I told you:
"I don't live off charity."

What you give a child isn't charity.

It's the opposite.

If you let us give him a few
little things,

you would be offering charity to us.

I am not charitable.

Maybe that comes from living
amongst the stones.

Whoever invented charity,
made a mistake.

It's the opposite of justice.

I am not charitable.

You left your daughter with
the nuns for 10 years.

A girl can receive gifts.

But he's a boy,
he's Amoretti.

We will buy him better milk,

from Switzerland.

His mother's milk will be enough.

There's enough of it.

It's like goats, there's not a lot
the first time,

but it is good.

You can keep your rich man's milk.

The best milk is from the poor,

they can't afford your milk.

It's the proper milk.
Look at the children it makes.

I breast-fed my son too.

Was he already handsome
as a baby?

Yes, he was handsome.

He was handsome.

We could buy him clothes,
covers, toys,

take him to the doctor each week.

To the doctor?
To kill him off? Not a chance.

If he's ill, then perhaps.

But I will be the one to take him
to the doctor.

I don't need anyone,

because I want Amoretti to owe
everything he has to me.

I want to earn the bread he eats.

I want to buy his covers.

I want him to owe me his soup.

And when he is 3

I will buy him his little lamb chop.

M. Mazel, I told you that
your well was 25 m deep.

It is at least 30.

It's for a young man
to go that far down a rope.

I am 55 and I go down that rope
to earn money for the little one.

I told you 300 F,
it should be at least 500 F.

Only I didn't want to owe
you anything.

I want you to owe me,
because you wronged me.

You speak of justice,
but you are not just.

Your son would be alive,
and you wouldn't be there.

Maybe, Pascal, maybe.

Are you sure of that?

Would you swear on the child,
that you're sure?

I swear nothing.

Don't get angry.

And don't say hurtful things.

These are bad times, Pascal.
for everybody.

Will you come to the shop to hear
the Marshal's announcement?

- I have work to do.
- My car is at the end of the path.

- I will take you there and back.
- I will make a mess in the car.

Today, who cares?
You must come,

and listen to what
he has to say to us.

And if he announces a
catastrophe?

Another reason to go.

What he will say,

especially if it is terrible,

and every Frenchman must listen,
in silence,

so we learn together,

our fatherland's misfortunes.

Come on, Pascal.

Come.

This is a National Broadcast,
by French state radio,

Ladies and gentlemen,
Field Marshal Pétain,

president of the minster's
council addresses you,

Frenchmen,

at the request of the President
of the Republic,

as of today I am assuming,

the direction of the
government of France.

Sure of the affection of our
admirable army,

which is fighting with a heroism,

worthy of its long military traditions,

against an enemy superior
in numbers and in weapons,

sure that it has fulfilled its duty to our allies,

by its magnificent resistance,

sure of the support of the
combat veterans

that I have been so proud
to command,

sure of the confidence of the
entire French people,

I make the gift of my person to France,

to mitigate her misfortune.

In these painful times,
I think of the refugees,

who are streaming along our roads,

totally stripped of all they own.

I offer them my compassion and my solicitude.

It is with a breaking heart that
I tell you today,

that we must stop fighting.

I have spoken with the enemy tonight,

to ask him if he is ready to
seek with us,

among soldiers,
after battle and with honour,

the means of putting an end
to the hostilities.

May all French men and women rally,

around the government that I will lead

during these harsh trials,

and silence their anguish,

in order to hear nothing
but their faith in the country.

So, M. Mazel...

We have lost the war.

I don't know, Pascal.

I don't understand.

I don't understand.

I understand,
our son died for nothing.

No, Madame, no.

That is not true.

France fought.

But if every one of our
men came back tomorrow,

if they returned beaten,
but happy and singing,

there would be no France,

she couldn't call herself
a motherland.

They didn't save France,

but they proved her strength:

The dead of our lost battles,

are the defeated's reason to live.

Just because France has lost the war,
and M. Mazel, his son,

must I lose my grandson?

No, you know full well
you're not losing him.

In 10 days you've visited
them 5 times.

They've sent you silk garters,

feather pillows,

lace bonnets,
all those things there,

too good for a
child of the poor.

Like this pram.

You'd take it for a car.

It must cost more than my rent.

It puts my Sunday best
to shame.

Today I thought I'd stay home
and play with him.

But no, I have to put on
my collar and tie,

and go to the Mazels'.

Father, I promised.

And why did you promise?

I thought it was right.

Mme Mazel said she would
have treats for the little ones.

I refused but she insisted.

When she wants something,
it's hard to say no.

Not for me, I can easily say no.

No. no. no, no.

And I'll tell her that myself
soon enough.

I know why they're
being nice to us.

They have another motive?

Yes!

Yesterday, in the well...

I was alone,
you were with them.

Then a friend of theirs came.
You know,

the dyer from Craponne.

He said: "I saw your grandson.
He's so handsome!"

So I told him: "Yes he is"

I told them how he listens
to the clocks chime,

how he starts to count
on his little fingers...

I like talking about him.

And then he said: "Too bad
he's not called Mazel."

I said nothing,
didn't even glare at him.

I never thought it possible,

but I was a hypocrite.

I said:
"Yes, it's too bad."

He said: "You think so?"

I said: "Yes, I do.

"But it can't be changed now."

He told me:
"Yes, it can."

"How?"

He said: "Sign the
papers at the notary's,

"the Mazels will adopt him and
he'll take their name."

They're richer than us,
they're craftier too.

They know the laws,
the notaries,

and all of a sudden he's adopted
and they'll take him away.

And we'll be nothing to him.

No Father,
it's harder than that.

They would need my consent.

They need consent?

Good, that's a relief,
I was worried.

Are you going alone?

Yes, I promised to be there by 2pm.

Very well.

But be careful.

Watch out if they want
you to sign anything.

Sign nothing.

He's sound asleep.

But he sucks his thumb
in his sleep.

It's a bad habit, you need
to watch it closely.

You are strong enough to look
at the pictures.

I can't.

I am showing her, she never
knew him at that age.

I have more in my office.

An envelope full,
from his time in England.

I can lend them to you.

Hello all.
Hello everybody.

Hello, M. Mazel.

How are you?

As well as can be,
Félipe. And you?

- Couldn't be better.
- That's good for you.

I was walking by the yard,

a little sadly, it's true,

when I saw that
your door was open.

So I said to myself:
"I will go and say hello,

"and tell them the news.

"Have a bit of a talk."

Maybe you have reasons to laugh
but we don't.

Who knows? In life, Mme Mazel,
anything can happen.

Sometimes we feel unlucky,
when actually it's not that bad.

Are you looking at photographs?

That's lucky,
I have my pendulum.

In my regiment there
was another well-digger.

We hit it off straight away.
He knew a lot about divining.

He taught me things.

Hold the pendulum
over a photograph,

and you'll know if the person
is alive or dead.

If the person is dead,

then it swings straight.

And if he lives,
it swings in a circle.

But you cannot move your hand.

Give me a photograph.

Félipe, You shouldn't toy
with these things.

This is no toy, M. Mazel.

But yesterday we were told officially.

Maybe we won't see him again,

but no-one saw him die.

If it swings in a circle,

It's swinging in a circle.

Yes, it's swinging all right.

I believe in it.

And this time, I'm certain
that I'm right.

You know,
if I were in your position...

In your position...

In doubt that is...

In doubt...
Excuse me.

What are you doing?

Is he drunk?

No, Madame, no.

I met with some pilots.

They spoke to me.

They told me that Jacques
might well be alive.

With his parachute,
he might have ended up

landing in Switzerland.

It's not certain,
take heed of that,

but I couldn't say
straight away,

it would be too much...

But some think that
you will get a letter.

When?

Or a télégram.
Or maybe even...

He might even come to Salon
soon.

Is he alive?

Wounded, but alive.
His colonel sent me.

Hello, Patricia.

My, you are beautiful.

You are here, smiling.

Does Félipe tell the whole story?

No, but I guessed.

He told me something else.
Is it true?

How old is she?

He is almost 6 months.

Would you have preferred a girl?

I don't know,
a boy seems more serious.

I am bringing good news,
but I'm hearing better.

Come up now, your mother is
waiting. We can talk later.

Come along girls.

Come in.

Come along now.

So, you waited for us?

Jacques has returned.

Jacques who? Jacques Mazel?

He is up there, with his mother.

Is he wounded?

He was, but he is better now.

Have you seen him?

Yes I have.

- And Amoretti, where is he?
- He is up there.

You left him alone, surrounded
by the Mazels?

They're all kissing,
it's a beautiful sight.

They are so happy they're crying,

Mme Mazel, is like a fountain.

- And the child?
- Asleep in the bedroom.

They haven't had a chance
to think of him yet.

Hold my umbrella.

- Where is he going?
- To find him.

Why?

Come on, let's go.

- What are you doing?
- Stay if you want.

We're leaving.
On a day like this,

we would be intruding.

They've been reunited with their
son, let's leave them be.

And it will look like we're trying to
force him to marry Patricia.

The boy just came back to life,

we can't drag him straight to
the church. Let's go.

- Do you want to carry him?
- Yes, I'm strong enough.

If they want to talk to us,

they know where we live,
and they have a car.

We won't stay, it's not polite.

Give me my umbrella.

Come along, let's go.

Come on.

Patricia, take my umbrella.

Can you see the car.

No, I can see Félipe's signal,

there's no car.

They said they would come
at 11 am.

They said "around 11".
It's only 5 past.

Don't get annoyed.
They will come.

There's more than romance,
bringing them here.

Should I wear my hat?

No Father, you are at home.

Yes, you're right.

But it's no ordinary day,
they're coming for your hand.

You are kidding yourself.

They have their son back,
and their pride has returned.

I am certain that they
will ask for you.

What do you think, Amanda?

It makes me want to cry.

I ask a question, but to
the stupidest person.

I am certain the Mazels
will come for Patricia.

M. Mazel will wear white gloves,
that's what rich people do.

It was like that in my day.

My hat, should I carry it?

- Why?
- It seems more natural.

It seems like I'm about to go out,
doesn't it?

Isn't that nice,

people from the town are
coming to ask for your sister,

and your fingers are in
your nose.

- I was scratching the tip.
- Liar, I saw you.

Any further and she'll
scratch her brain!

Here they are.

M. Mazel, is he wearing white gloves?

I saw the car.
Jacques is driving.

Jacques?

Yes, judging by the speed,
he's in a hurry.

- More of a hurry than you.
- What do you know?

She knows nothing.
Be quiet!

They're coming up the stairs.

Don't move, look like you're busy.

The first one to move or speak,

I'll leave in the forest tonight,
like petit Poucet.

What are you doing?
Are you mad?

Take it, take it.

- Shall I put it on?
- No.

Take off your hat!

Ready, say: "Come in".
Why haven't you said it.

Come in.

Hello, Pascal.

Hello, little ones.

Hello, M. Mazel, hello,
Mme Mazel, hello

You have caught me a little by surprise.

I was making the little ones
do their homework.

I was checking their spelling.

Hello, monsieur.

Hello, monsieur.

Do you know our son?

No.

But he's a handsome boy.

Like I thought,

he's a prince.

Thank you, but there is no prince
in our family,

not that I know of at least.

Pascal, you must have guessed,

why all 3 of us have
come here.

I dare not guess.

Shall I send the little ones out?

No, Pascal.

Not this time. They can hear
what I have to say.

Good, the best things in life

can be talked about in front
of little girls.

Pascal...

God gave us back our son.

I spoke for a long time with Jacques.

I didn't sleep until dawn,

and I thought a lot.

I must tell you that,
I deeply regret,

the wrong I did you,
without meaning to.

And I thank God,

for giving me the time,
to make up for it.

I came to ask you,

if you would agree,
to give my son, Jacques

your daughter, Patricia.

M. Mazel,

when you spoke,
you lit up this room.

By speaking to me,
as a decent man,

you've even made the furniture shine

I agree, M. Mazel.

You took away our honour,
now you are returning it.

Thank you, M. Mazel.

Now we can smile as we walk through Salon.

You are a truly good man Pascal.

Maybe not that good Madame,
but honest.

And when will we have
this marriage?

As soon as possible of course.

I propose we go to the Town Hall
tomorrow,

to request the papers...

Patricia has not said anything.

She is overcome with emotion.

You are right, I am moved.

But I want to say something.

And that something is "yes".

I want to say to M. and Mme Mazel,

that they are honouring me.

M. Mazel spoke of undoing
a wrong.

He said that he regretted his actions.

If I understand correctly,
you are making this proposal,

because your conscience
is bothering you.

If it is only for that reason,

then there is no point bothering
the Mayor and the Priest.

Jacques, a marriage,

is not a family, adopting a child.

It is a man who wants a woman.

You came with your parents
to make this proposal.

Is it from guilt...

or from love?

We will take some air,
then come back.

Come on.

But...

Where are they going?

After all they've done to us,

they can't do any worse.

Listen...

Take the little ones out.

As soon as it is agreed,

I think we will start arguing.

About what?

Don't start in front of them.

But...

What do you want to talk
to me about?

You know full well,
the child.

The best proof,

is the black mole on his
left shoulder.

Just like my father.

I wondered where that came from,

they don't run in my family.

He has that Mazel trait.

Not just that, he has my father's
eyes and nose.

Old Mazel?

It's striking, his nose is identical
to my poor father's.

He had a nose like an aubergine,

and pock-marked too.

But you only knew him as
an old man.

You knew your father when he
was in the cradle?

Try and be sensible.

Don't say he has Old Mazel's
aubergine in front of him,

or the boy will cry.

Don't touch him,
let him sleep.

I have the right to look at
my grandson.

He might be your grandson,
but I'm his grandfather.

Patricia, come here
and tell the truth.

They claim he looks like
all the Mazels,

and has absolutely nothing from us.

I don't want him disfigured,
even by words.

Disfigured? That's not nice.

I agree to him losing my name
and you tell me to be nicer?

Earlier, you said:

"We will do this and that.

"We will send him to the
school for engineers."

Blah, blah, blah,
and you've decided it all,

and I can't say a thing,
where are my rights?

You're the one trying to take
away our rights.

I'm not taking anything.

Before this marriage we must
agree once and for all,

who this child belongs to.

What are you saying?

Will he be mine or his?

But he is ours.

Of course we know that,
but who is in charge?

He has his mother and father.

We can decide what is
right for him.

It's true you have rights..

You have the right to love him,
to care for him...

He doesn't belong to you.

You belong to him.

He is right.

Those are the only rights the old
have over the young.

It is because of us that
that he was born.

And maybe one day he will
reproach us,

for choosing a bad time.

He is smiling.

Yes, he is smiling.

That means
we must sow the wheat,

plant the vines,

find the springs.

We have already found a lot,

but the best are still hidden,

because they are the deepest.

With picks, strong arms and love,

we'll find them one day.

Amoretti...

Your name doesn't matter,

you are my blood.

Come.

Come... Adieu.

Adieu, Amoretti.

Hello. Hello, little Mazel.

Sorry to bother you.

What do you want?

I want to ask Jacques something.

- What?
- Your opinion.

Maybe it would bother you to
have a brother-in-law,

as silly as me?

You know, we won't bother you.

And if you don't invite us,
we won't come to visit.

And if it bothers you that I am
marrying Amanda,

well... I am waiting.

Are you asking for
Amanda's hand?

- I grant it to you.
- Thank you.

What about me?
Who do you think I am?

Pascal, you are my master.

I can't ask you about this here.

I will ask you tomorrow,

with gloves of red clay,

at the bottom of a well.