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It's a fine day.

Yes.

On a young girl, we call it bride's blossoms.

But now that branch will never bear apples.

Mm.

In nomine Patris et Fillii et Spiritus Sancti.

Amen.

They all turned out to processions in the old days.

Half of them were unbelievers.

They stay in their homes cos they're scared to leave 'em.

The trouble is, there's too many foreigners around.

They even had one of them carry the Holy Virgin today.

You're right.

The other day, some swine set fire to the place.

The police are useless.

They can't do anything until they catch him red-handed.

Ah.

Come on!

Go on.

Go on! Shoo!

Wait! I'll get you!

There, there...

Get up!

Papa!

Papa!

Come on, come on.

Get out.

Come on. Come. Up! Up!

Come.

I was scared for you, Papa.

Hey, good job.

Mademoiselle.

Mademoiselle.

Who gave the alarm?

- I don't know. - Two fires in three weeks.

And now this flood.

- Must be the same man, a madman. - Maybe.

You turn up when it's over.

- We're doing our best. - It's gone too far.

Once I can understand, but three and four times!

It's your job to stop them.

- Where did the flood start? - Somebody opened the gate up there.

Let's go.

We need your help, if you don't mind, Mademoiselle.

Of course.

Don't worry, this time we'll get him.

You have the key of the town hall?

I'm tired.

I'm going to bed.

- Bye. - Bye.

- Bye, Bruno. - Bye.

I forgot the Virgin Mary in the fields.

I'll have to look for it.

Let the priest do it. It's his job.

"The stable was" how... "flooded"?

Uh... "deliberately flooded".

Ah, yes, of course.

I don't know! It defeats me.

You all beat about the bush.

At this rate, we'll lose all the farms before you get started.

I can't act on supposition.

All we can do is continue our investigation.

Didn't you find anything down by the sluice?

Not a thing. I looked everywhere.

He's no fool, whoever he is.

Everyone says it's the Italian.

They're sure of it.

Because they want to be. And you know why.

They can smell him on their wives.

Manou's got no motive.

Maniacs like that don't need a motive.

Their one idea is to destroy.

No, it can't be him. He couldn't do that.

- Why not? - His eyes. They're so blue.

- Bring me some hot water. - Yes.

Come on! Come on! Faster!

It's burning hot!

Evening!

Good evening.

You're pretty strong.

Just average.

I need to ask your son a few questions.

Where were you during the procession?

Come on now. Where were you?

Nowhere.

- That's not an answer. Tell the truth. - I have already told you, nowhere.

Don't be like that.

Just tell us where you were.

It's not him. You know that.

He doesn't have to ask anybody where he goes,

so leave him alone and get the hell out of here!

No need to get excited.

- Come on, now tell us where you were. - You heard me.

Get the hell out of here.

Where were you?

Don't forget, we're foreigners.

If something happens, they'll blame us.

Because they're cowards, and they're scared to death.

Why are you wearing my pants?

Take them off.

I told you not to wear them.

It belongs to a girl!

The water flows into the bath

at the rate of one litre per second.

The bath empties at the rate of one litre...

per four seconds.

The bath contains...

Bruno, go and stand in the corner.

The bath holds 200 litres.

Bruno, have you gone deaf?

- I haven't done anything. - Don't answer back.

- What have I done? - How many times do I have to tell you?

You look ridiculous with those short pants.

Those filthy knees are not decent.

Can't your father get you long trousers?

If the plug isn't in the bath,

how long does it take to fill?

Now, remember, the water flows into the bath

- at the rate of one litre per... - Mademoiselle!

Mademoiselle!

That's the lot now, Mademoiselle.

Thank you.

Close your books. Class dismissed.

She always picks on you.

- She wants to keep you after school. - Leave me alone.

Don't let her get away with it.

Bruno!

Go stand against that tree.

Stay there until the break is over.

Face the tree, hands behind your back.

- Finished? - Yes.

I've had enough.

Let's go! Hurry up!

Come on. Carry me up the mountain on your back.

Oh!

- You'd rather spend all day in bed. - And you all night.

At least one bed's enough for me.

Hey!

Morning!

Aren't there trees in Italy?

"Soon..."

"We shall be..."

"Engulfed..."

"In frozen..."

"Gloom."

"Farewell, farewell, bright warmth of summer."

- Hi. - Hi, beautiful.

What are you rolling about there for, you silly thing?

Get up!

Go on!

- Oh, leave me alone! - Get inside!

You're always sticking around out here.

Who told you to move?

Poor thing. She has a sad life.

Huh? What do you mean?

You know what I mean.

Chastity can be a source of virtue, too.

Of virtue or of suffering.

- Some are called. - To what?

To a life of suffering.

You seem to forget that I make your bed.

In nomine Patris et Fillii et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.

- I offered up a prayer for the victims. - What victims?

Of the flood and the fires.

You would have done better to pray for the criminal

and the state of his soul.

Fire!

Fire!

Wake up!

Fire!

Fire!

Mademoiselle, you should go home. This is no place for you.

But I want to help. Please let me.

Get back!

This is no place for kids. Go away!

Be off!

Quick! Quick!

Take this!

Help!

Come on!

Whoa! Come on!

You got quite a kick out of it, didn't you?

- What do you mean? - Playing the hero.

He loves to come and stick his nose in.

Just so that you can show off in front of the women.

- Anybody know where it started? - Over there, in the barn.

You ask that filthy Italian.

This is not the moment to start bickering.

Look around, see what you can find.

What's happening?

- Another fire. - Ah.

- Did they find anything? - No, nothing.

Then I can guess who they all suspect.

So can I.

Where's Bruno?

Why isn't he here yet?

Perhaps he's found a girl.

Hmm.

- I'm going to bed. - Stay a while. Have a drink.

Hmm.

I'm beginning to get worried.

- I'd better look for him. - No, wait a moment.

He'll come back.

You're right.

I think it's best to leave.

No, I want to stay.

Soon they'll realise they were wrong.

Now that Bruno's found somebody to help him,

this Mademoiselle.

He needs to settle somewhere, and so do I.

In a place like this, you'll always be in trouble with the women.

It's not my fault.

They always get the best of me.

If they even look at me, I can't resist.

Mm-hmm.

That's why the men hate you.

She was the only one who could stop me.

Now she's dead...

and you're starting over again.

Where were you?

Come here.

Was anything left after the fire?

Almost nothing. A few bits of furniture, that's all.

It was wonderful, though, what he did.

Did you see him when he jumped from the window?

You're not going to get him, you know.

The police are going to arrest him.

Do you really think it's him?

- I hope so. - Why?

He makes me shiver.

Get out of there!

Get out! Get out of there!

Is that what your girls like?

- I don't know where she's got to. - Yeah, I can tell you what she's doing.

Gone with that Italian.

- That's a dirty lie. - Oh!

Wrecking it all! Who's gonna pay for it? That's what I'd like to know.

He's taking forever.

- Are you scared? - No, I've done nothing!

- What'd he give you? - Four Pater Nosters, four Hail Marys.

What about you?

Double that. He's in a bad mood.

You'll certainly catch it.

- You don't have to tell me. - He's convinced it's Manou.

Well, the first fire wasn't him. I know that.

God's house is not a place for chattering!

Say your prayers or go home.

Who's next?

Well... found anything yet?

The investigation is still going on.

Investigation!

You had a look up in the forest?

- Where do you mean? - Where the Italian works.

Hey, what happened?

- Is it bad? - What happened?

It's nothing. I almost lost my hand.

Hey!

What are you doing wearing your father's pants?

He wants to take my place.

Bruno... Where were you last night?

- Where'd you go? - To the fire.

And before the fire?

When I came home earlier, you weren't there.

Where were you before the fire?

Watch what you're doing, understand?

Morning.

Hello.

How's it going?

All right.

Nice job you have, I must say.

You go where you please. One week here, another week there.

We don't like moving from place to place.

Pity.

When are you going to stop acting like an idiot?

Go away!

Things have been going on around town.

- Nothing new to you, of course. - That's right.

You know, they're not bad people here.

That is, when things are normal.

But now, they're worried. They might turn nasty.

We've done nothing.

I'm not accusing you, not at all.

- But they all say that you... - Who are "they"?

Nobody in particular, but there is something in the air.

- Will Mademoiselle be waiting for us? - Yes, and we're late.

In Paris, she'd be nobody. Here, they treat her like a goddess.

- What? - A goddess!

- There aren't any in Paris. - That's what I said.

And the kids say nothing?

Nothing.

They must talk about it all the time.

Not to me.

But between themselves.

They just repeat what they hear at home.

Like what?

Oh, rubbish. That's all.

We're going round in circles.

Six disasters,

and the same name crops up every time, Manou.

But never any proof.

And on three occasions a solid alibi.

What's more, each time he helped everyone.

Just to put us off the scent.

He risked his life, all the same.

Are you feeling tired, Mademoiselle?

No, it's nothing.

The children are on their own. I must go there in a minute.

Leave her, it's not her.

I know who it is, it's Mademoiselle.

How do you know?

Cos she smokes. I've seen her.

What's the matter with you?

You're going to sit around till they burn the whole village down?

Uh, uh, uh! Look... his boy.

Late for school, huh?

If he goes...

He must go, Mademoiselle, it's the only way out.

But...

he risked his life in the fire.

He did more than anyone.

He was amazing.

In fact... the fire seemed as if it was made for him.

If he stays, he'll be in danger, Mademoiselle.

No, it's we who'd be in danger.

If you go on persecuting him,

you may find you're up against someone you don't recognise,

a different Manou, a man who will fight, fight back.

I must go now.

The children are waiting for me.

She's lived on her own too long.

She gets carried away.

When she talks like that,

she's almost beautiful.

You were late. Why?

Answer me.

Well? Have you nothing to say?

I had to take my father's dinner to him.

And that's the way you come to school,

looking like a gypsy?

Those ridiculous trousers, tied up with a bit of string,

grass in your pocket.

Go into the yard. Go on.

And don't come back until you look respectable.

Get out.

Get out, I said!

Don't come near me.

Go around.

I'm going. I'm going for good.

I'll never see you again... ever! And I'm glad.

You disgust me!

Dirty whore!

I hate you!

Hey!

Mademoiselle!

You shouldn't be going up there!

Why not?

It takes you to the woods,

and the wolf is in the woods.

Good evening, Mademoiselle.

Good evening.

My son's been giving you trouble.

I'm sorry.

He's late for school, I know.

It's because he helps me.

Ever since his mother died,

we've never stayed in the same place too long.

That's why it's so difficult for him to learn.

But I want Bruno to learn,

to get his certificate.

The little whore!

I found her today in the sun.

She's nice.

Look.

Are you frightened?

You shouldn't be.

She's harmless.

Touch her.

It's really the first time we've met, Mademoiselle.

Met and spoken.

Yes, I know.

But I saw you sleep in the woods.

Do you often sleep in the woods, Mademoiselle?

In the woods?

TOBACCO SHOP

Thank you.

Good morning.

Ah, good morning, Mademoiselle.

Some coffee.

Ground, please.

Who's that boy?

Ah, he's the son of one of the Italians.

- What Italians? - Woodcutters.

They come every year about this time to work in the forest.

Don't you remember them from last year?

No. Must've been just before I arrived.

Manou! Come here, you lazy bum!

Come on. Get back to work.

You lazy bum!

Manou!

Manou! Look, a girl!

Why haven't you been coming to school?

You're the only one, you know.

All the other children come.

I don't belong here.

School is compulsory, you know?

You must come.

Tomorrow morning.

No, no.

D-Y-I-N-G.

The verb is D-I-E,

but the participle is D-Y-I-N-G.

All right?

It's too hard. I just can't.

There's no such word as "can't".

What's the matter?

Nothing!

Manou!

Manou!

He's not here.

I wanted to ask about my machine.

My sewing machine.

What's wrong? Isn't your husband strong enough to see to it?

Agh! If I told your father of you, you...

Come back tonight.

By then he'll be through with Vivotte.

Manou!

Here!

Don't you like me as much today?

- When did you first see it? - I didn't see it, I smelt it.

But before, I thought I heard somebody whistling.

What about the man who sleeps in the barn?

He looks marvellous, and he's mine.

Yours and everybody else's.

- Well? - He's dead.

Too late to get him out.

Idiot!

Look out.

Let's go home.

This is no place for you, Mademoiselle.

They're going to bring the body out.

It won't be a pretty sight.

The Dauphin had three marshals:

La Hire, La Tremouille and Gilles de Rais.

Who knows about Gilles de Rais?

No one?

Then I will tell you.

Gilles de Rais was a wicked man.

A very wicked man.

Cruel.

When the war was over,

he came back to live in his fortress in Brittany.

He would send his servants into the country to kidnap children

and lock them up in his dungeons.

And when he felt like it,

he'd choose one...

and hang him up alive over a brazier...

and watch him burn slowly to death.

At other times, he would go out at night

and set fire to people's homes and farms while they were asleep.

Set fire to whole forests...

and from high on his tower,

he would watch the farms and forests blaze.

All knew, but no one accused him.

No one dared.

Bruno, who was the queen at that time?

Of course you don't know.

You never know. Come here.

Look at your knees, they're filthy.

Take off your shoes. Look at your feet, they're filthy, too.

You're disgusting. Go and stand in the corner.

The queen was Lady Isabella of Bavaria,

a shameless strumpet of a queen,

her lice-ridden body bedecked with gold and pearls.

They were all disgusting:

Gilles De Rais, Charles VI, and Lady Isabella.

But at the same time,

there lived an innocent girl...

a warrior and a saint...

who burned in fire but who lives forever:

Jeanne d'Arc.

Oh. Good evening, Mademoiselle.

Good evening.

Goodbye, Mademoiselle.

Is Benares on the sea?

No, it's on the Ganges.

It's arsenic. No doubt about it.

- Everybody here has it. - It's not the same thing.

That's arsenic salt, and it would take a

great deal of that to kill all those animals.

No, this is the anhydride, white arsenic.

A few grains would be enough.

But nobody ever keeps that at home.

- Manou must've stolen it. - There's no proof...

They all say it's him, they're sure of it.

This time they're really wild.

Perhaps tomorrow at mass, a sermon against violence might be helpful.

And who do you think will be there to hear it?

Oh...

He's made fools of both of you.

Whose side are you on? His or ours?

Better ask the sergeant.

Are you scared of him? Is that it?

You heard what the vet said. Where's the evidence?

It's staring you in the face.

Everybody knows but you.

So, what are you going to do about it?

Well?

We're wasting our time here. Come on.

Enough! Bye!

- Bye! - Bye!

- They won't arrest him. - Hmm.

- Be too scared. - Yeah.

Then let's get going.

We can't do anything, we've no right.

No right? What about our animals?

Come on.

What if he's got a gun?

No, René's right.

We'll go get ours.

You'll regret it.

I won't.

Where's he been working these last few days?

Same place in the forest.

Maybe he's still up there.

His kid must be somewhere around. He'd know.

Once we get him, I'll soon make that little bastard talk.

I found him!

I found him! Bruno's here in the shed.

- What are you doing in there? - Where's your father?

- Come on! - You'd bloody well better tell us.

- What's going on here? - It's the kid here.

You know where he is.

Come along with me.

Seen anything yet?

Further over!

Soaked through! This bloody rain!

We've got to keep going.

We'll find him.

Bloody rain!

All I want is to get my hands on him.

I want to be the first!

No luck, Sergeant. We only found his friend.

Antonio! What happened?

Nothing.

Somebody got there before us.

We'd better get him to a doctor.

Yes.

You take the kid home... and stay with him.

OK.

- No! - It's better for him to go.

Perhaps you're right.

Go on. I'll wait for the doctor, and then I'll come, too.

Go.

- What are they going do to us? - Nothing.

I'll stay with you until your father gets back.

- It's not my father. - How do you know?

I swear it.

You know who it is, then?

Huh?

No.

Your mother?

- What were you doing in that wood shed? - Nothing.

Better rest a bit.

Try to sleep.

We'll find your father.

Nothing will happen to him.

No?

I'm leaving tomorrow. With Bruno.

I've had enough. I'm going home.

Ah!

- Come! Come... and look. It can't be. - What?

Isn't that Mademoiselle?

- Yes, it is. - Mademoiselle.

Hey, look here. It's Mademoiselle.

Oh, dear!

Oh!

- It's all right, Mademoiselle. - Mademoiselle, we'll take you home.

- That's his doing, too. - No doubt about it.

Mademoiselle.

Mademoiselle, it was him?

Yes!

You heard, it was him!

It was Manou.

Manou! It was Manou!

Morning! How are you?

Morning! Fine and you?

Just fine.

No, we've no news.

We've checked everywhere.

We're gonna stop the inquiry. It's a waste of time.

I know he'd never go off just like that and leave his son.

I've told you, there's no trace of him anywhere.

- He's disappeared. - I don't believe you.

You are all lying.

You know something.

We know only one thing...

since he went away, the trouble's stopped.

Mademoiselle!

The car's on its way.

Thank you very much.

All together,

recite your five times table quietly now.

Begin.

Once five is five.

Two fives are ten.

Three fives are fifteen.

Four fives are twenty.

- Five times are twenty-five. - Well... it's pretty quiet now.

Huh!

Idiot!

We'll walk to the main road.

It's only two kilometres.

There's a bus at 7:00.

We'll find work elsewhere.

You'll see, everything will be all right.

I know.

There's nothing else to do.

Let's go.

One six is six.

Two sixes are twelve.

Three sixes are eighteen.

Four sixes are twenty-four.

Five sixes are thirty.

Six sixes are thirty-six.

Seven sixes are forty-two.