"I know, the light mists," "The fresh snow of winter mornings." "SÉBASTIEN AMONG MEN I could find you," "The white hare who's never seen." "But the bird, the bird has flown away," "And never shall I see him again." "Because I saw, the bird fly," "I saw the bird, I know he was leaving." "I heard him cry," "EPISODE 4:" "A LETTER FOR CÉSAR The beautiful bird chased by the wind." "Pierre Maréchal has failed to convince Sylvia, she can't believe that he was unaware of his son." "Jealous of a memory, jealous of Sébastien's mother, she demands that Maréchal chooses between this woman's son and her." "He chooses the child." "From this moment on," "Pierre hides his despair in perpetual anger, he becomes obnoxious." "He's lost a large part of the staff of Jonquières." "Sébastien doesn't understand." "Old Thomas who he likes, and the girl Jeannette, do their utmost to hide the truth from him." "But one day," "A lad tells him viciously, "You're a millstone around the boss's neck."" "In response, Sébastien throws a comb in the boys face, and then runs off." "Hey, what are you doing here?" "What about the horses?" "I must speak to the boss." "What's wrong?" "I'll tell that to the boss." "Yeah, well the boss... he's up there." "He's busy, you shouldn't bother him." "No, he's here." "What do you have to say?" "It's about the dog that's always getting in our way." "Come on, then." "Go in." "Grandpa, I'll give you the letter, I daren't enter." "Okay then." "Oh wait, Jeanette." "Here, there's one for César." "Go and take it to him, eh?" "Where's my son?" "Anyway, here's the mail." "Here, look..." "It's a little souvenir from Sébastien." "So, kindly find him and bring him to me." "I have a few words to say to him." "Very well." "Well, that's bad luck." "Here he is." "Hello, Belle." "Sébastien!" "Hey... come over here please." "She came as far as the beach to look for me." "We raced all the way back." "It was great." "Okay, but now, let me have your dog and go and see your father." "Why?" "Well, you must've expected it lad, eh?" "Is it about throwing the currycomb?" "Yes, it could well be, eh?" "Come on, off you go." "You know what?" "What?" "I'd rather not go." "Ah, well when you make a mistake, you don't get a choice, eh?" "So Sébastien, you decide, are you a man or a wimp?" "I'm not a man, I'm only up to here." "Okay, you're a wimp, then." "No I'm not." "End of discussion." "You want me to lead you by the scruff of the neck?" "Come on, get a move on!" "If you were in my place, would you find it funny?" "Eh... no." "Come here." "Was it you who threw the currycomb at Paul's face?" "Was it you who threw the comb, yes or no?" "It was me, but what about him..." "Give him an apology." "What does that mean?" "You know very well." "Oh, forget it, M. Maréchal, it's the dog that worries me, because of the horses." "This is nothing." "So, will you do what I told you?" "No." "Have you thought it over?" "Yes." "Very well." "It is I, who apologizes on behalf of my son." "Can I go, Mr Maréchal?" "Yes, go ahead." "I don't know what's up with him, but I swear he'll give the kid a hard time." "Well that makes a change, usually he can't be bothered with him." "You never talk to me." "I count for nothing." "You're only seeing me today, to punish me." "One more word and you'll spend not 3 hours in the loosebox, but 4." "In you go!" "." "What's up now?" "He doesn't love me, he hates me," "I don't want to be a millstone around his neck" "I'll run away." "I hate him." "Thomas?" "Yes?" "You can bring him his lunch in there, and nobody speaks to him for 3 hours." "If it's because of the dog he's being punished, it's more my fault." "it's me who allowed him to tie her up there." "I have to speak to you, Mr Maréchal." "Because you think the child has the right to throw combs at people's heads?" "No, it's not about this affair that I have to speak to you, but about a letter I've received." "Okay, very well." "Let me out of here." "Hey!" "Do you hear the kid?" "Hear him?" "Have you got nothing better to do than listen, eh?" "César, get me out of here!" "César!" "He doesn't care who hurts me now, César..." "My grandson Jean is getting married in Canada and I think I should be there." "What do you think?" "I've no advice to give you, César, you do what you want, it's no concern of mine." "Yes it is... because if I go, it's for a long time." "I don't know if I'm capable of replacing you with this child." "You are." "Since your arrival, César," "There was an event which... well... that changed my life." "I know, yes." "But when a man chooses duty over happiness, he's capable of raising a son." "I see that Thomas has confided in you." "He was right." "That's why I have confidence in you." "I thought you weren't going to come." "Well, you see, I came." "Does the boss know you're here?" "Of course." "You asked permission, then as if you didn't have the right to do what you want with me?" "The business about the comb, it was up to you to decide... not him." "It's up to him, Sébastien, because he's your father." "Funny kind of father." "He punished me, and said nothing to Paul," "But it was Paul who started it." "It's not fair." "Listen a while, then we'll talk again about the currycomb." "Of that, you can be sure." "For now, I've news to tell you, and it'll require you to be open minded." "Go ahead." "It's decided, Jean's getting married in Canada." "Great!" "Are we going?" "No, we're not going." "It's me who'll go, you'll stay here." "Here?" "I don't want to." "It will be necessary however." "I'm going in a month or two, in the meantime, I want you to change." "I'll change alright." "I won't eat, I won't drink and I'll walk back to the farm... our home." "You'll need some energy though, to go so far." "Energy, I've loads of it." "But you don't have enough to live a few weeks without me." "I didn't say that," "I said I didn't want to live here without you, it's not the same." "Here or somewhere else, what does it matter?" "That's the way it is." "And if I told you that there was someone here who needs you?" "Here... nobody needs me." "Yes... your father." "If you wanted to, you could help him." "I just thought I'd mention it, but you're free to think what you want." "Hey, I spend my life taking care of his horses." "That's already quite good, but you could help him be happier, because he's not." "Why?" "I can't tell you right now, but later you'll know and understand." "What makes him hard sometimes, it's when he's unhappy." "Is that true?" "Have I ever lied to you, Sébastien?" "No." "So then?" "Okay, I'd still like to go to Canada with you or else go back to the farm, but if I have to stay..." "Then, I'll stay." "That's good." "You're leaving me here?" "You must learn that combs are not for throwing in people's faces." "Goodbye, Thomas." "Goodbye." "Can't I go with you to the station?" "It's not nice watching a train leave." "A car either." "Please, César... take me and Belle." "Have you forgotten?" "He needs you here." "Not really." "Yes." "You'll come back?" "Yes, soon... when you've learned to grow up." "Come on, it's time, César." "I don't want any tears." "I don't cry." "Sébastien." "Why are you crying?" "It's pointless." "I'm not crying." "Leave me alone." "You are crying." "But if you don't want to admit it, it doesn't matter." "If you don't want to talk, it doesn't matter either." "I'm all alone too." "My grandpa couldn't find anyone to come and do the cooking." "Me, I can only do noodles and mashed potato." "The men have had enough of it." "You know, another two left yesterday, and I think that's why." "We're all going to cry at Jonquières, because everything's going wrong." "You see, right now, I should be in the kitchen preparing lunch." "So, what are you doing here?" "Because I came to see you." "But you, you never come to help me in the kitchen." "I know nothing about it, do I?" "You could at least peel the potatoes and set the table." "That's not a job for boys." "Nor is crying." "Well, I'm off." "Sébastien, shall I leave you my handkerchief?" "Hey, Thomas." "What?" "I wouldn't upset the girl, who does what she can, but it can't go on like this:" "8 days of mashed potato, it's becoming a bit much." "Oh right, you wanna go, too." "I'm not saying I want to go, but..." "You're not paid, you eat badly, you've found a place where everything is better, is that it?" "." "A place where everything is better isn't hard to find." "Eat, Sébastien." "I'm not hungry." "Understand, Thomas, there's only five of us left, we can't do the work of 15." "I don't usually complain, but as the boss isn't here I'll tell you, it doesn't work as it should." "How many of you are leaving today?" "Me." "Me, too." "Three, but we could stay until the end of the week." "I'll see the boss about it." "Here he comes." "Ah, set him a place, girl." "But before leaving, he told me he'd grab a bite at the station." "Oh, right." "Sébastien?" "Come here." "See here." "Go and ask your father if he's eaten or not, eh?" "And nicely, okay?" "The kid doesn't look in a good mood." "How do you expect him to feel today." "It was César who raised him, eh?" "And this is the first time they've been apart." "Hello, Pierre Maréchal, here." "If M. Lambert wants to take his horses, that's his right, what can I do?" "Boss?" "Prevent it, why do you think I have any influence on him?" "Boss?" "There's absolutely no question of marriage between her and me." "Who told you such nonsense?" "Goodbye, goodbye then." "What are you doing here?" "I came to get you for lunch." "Really, you're always in my way when it's not necessary." "Well, I won't be anymore." "So, is he eating or not." "I don't know." "I hate him!" "It's not true that he needs me, it's not true that he's unhappy." "He's just bad." "Sébastien!" "Poor kid." "Hey, Jeanette, give me my cane and my hat, please." "Thank you." "If the boss asks for me, tell him I had to go into the village." "Okay, I'll see you tonight, girl." "Hello, M. Bertrand," "I'd like to see Miss Sylvia, if she's in." "Well, there she is." "Oh, good, you're here." "Good afternoon." "I'd like a couple of words with you." "There's no time, we'll be late." "Yes, but I've come all this way on foot with my gammy leg." "So I came for nothing, then." "What do you have to say to me?" "Well... what I have to say, is for you alone." "I'll be back in 3 minutes." "I hope that'll be enough for your secrets." "Okay, just a little over here." "What do I have to say...?" "Pierre Maréchal is a broken man, because of you." "Don't you think you're exaggerating a little?" "Well, no, everything's going wrong at Jonquières." "The boss doesn't care about anything, he doesn't even train the horses." "There's almost no one left, it's pretty bad." "I don't see how I'm responsible for that." "Well, in all." "There's only one thing on his mind: you." "Are you kidding, Thomas, he takes care of his son." "Well, no, not exactly, not at all even." "He keeps him at home." "So, what do you want him to do?" "Hey, how about a little trip to Jonquières," "Isn't that a good idea, eh?" "You're asking too much." "Why?" "Besides, it should be Pierre who comes." "Oh yes, I know, but..." "Then you'd see the boy." "He's a nice child, you know," "Affectionate and everything, not badly behaved." "Come on, I bet you'd like him." "Sylvia, you can't keep your father waiting for hours." "So, will you come?" "No." "Sylvia." "Listen to me." "Sylvia... it doesn't need to be like this, come on." "It's all over between Pierre and me." "He ruined everything." "Oh, oh, oh... unless it's you, eh?" "Ah no, and anyway, you know that's not true." "I'm sure you still love him." "And then it's the same with him." "Leave me alone." "Lovers always end up understanding each other, with a little good will, eh?" "Goodbye, Thomas." "Finally." "Well, that's it then." "It's ended." "You okay, Sébastien?" "Yes." "Really, eh?" "Yes." "Good night." "Yes, yes." "Sleep tight, boy." "Sleep tight." "[You must help me." "Come quickly, come quickly." "Sébastien]" "I hope she'll come." "That was..." "A LETTER FOR CÉSAR" "Subtitles by Oliver Sanderson"