"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 8:" "THE GREAT RACE The beautiful bird chased by the wind." "Sylvia saw Pierre again, it was the first time since their breakup that she attempted a reconciliation." "But some wounds heal badly." "Pierre didn't want to concede." "Sylvia leaves in tears and Sébastien who cannot understand, demands vehemently to his father:" "but why did you treat her like that, she's done nothing to you, Sylvia?" "In response, he received a slap." "then so he forgets a little that it was unfair, old Thomas tries to tell him what his arrival caused in the life of his father:" "the broken engagement, the marriage impossible." "Sébastien understands in his own way." "He decides to leave and no longer bother anyone." "He manages only to end up in a police station, and it's there that his father finds him." "Maréchal now knows, how much he's become attached to this child," "That he had taken in at first only out of a sense of duty." "It's time to get up, Belle." "Today, I have to meet Sylvia." "Be good, eh?" "Hurry up, Sylvia's waiting for us." "Come on." "Let's go, come on." "Be good, eh, Belle, otherwise I won't take you along with me any more." "Ah heck, she's not here." "You certainly make me get up early." "Yes, but this way, it's quieter." "Were you allowed to ride Monseigneur, this morning?" "No, nothing doing." "Good, you're not ready yet." "Mount up, now." "Here, put this on your head, it protects you." "What is it?" "Something Martian?" "No, a riding hat, it's mine." "Oh, hey, a girl's thing." "It's also for boys." "Mount up." "Am I heavy?" "Oh no, a feather." "I feel like the man who has strength to carry a goat, finally carries a cow." "I'll never be a cow." "No, you'll be a grownup, and then you'll have a beard." "Move your leg, it's in the way." "Your father still doesn't know that we see each other every day?" "No, it's a secret." "Does he talk about me these days?" "No." "Oh yes." "Thomas said to him:" "I wish Sylvia was back with Monseigneur now." "Do you know what he said?" "No." "She knows nothing." "I know nothing, me!" "He's completely stupid and to top it all, he's rude, as usual." "He's so stupid." "I hate him." "Oh no, you're not going to begin again, eh?" "You, take off at the trot, go over there and return at the gallop." "I know nothing about horses, what an idiot." "Is it true that he's on form, Monseigneur?" "It looks like he's capable of beating the whole of the Lambert stable." "We'll see." "Grip with your knees, straight back." "You look like a sack of potatoes." "Come on, at the gallop now." "Come on, go." "Come on, go." "He's in great form." "Yes." "Well, he'll have to be." "Hey, You have to face things." "In 10 days, if he's beaten... what will you do?" "I'll go away." "Oh, you say this calmly." "What do you want me to say?" "If he's beaten, I'll take you and the kid." "I don't know where." "I'll find a job." "If it's not as a trainer, it'll be as stable boy." "Anyway, how should I know." "It's not worth talking about it." "Well, look at him." "Can a horse like that be beaten?" "You know, he'll win, Monseigneur." "He has to win." "Instead of talking about Monseigneur, you'd do better to think about what you're doing." "I can't go on." "Naturally, if you let yourself go like a potato." "Can't we stop for a bit?" "No." "A few fences." "Hurry up a bit." "We're going to jump that?" "Why not?" "Boys are so lazy." "What are you laughing about?" "You." "Are you laughing or crying?" "Hey Sylvia, you're crazy." "What's wrong?" "It's so stupid that we don't love each other any more, your father and me." "Yes, it's stupid." "But me, I like you, anyway." "You're very kind." "What do you expect, the boss doesn't understand anything about anything." "You can say that again." "Sylvia, try to cheer up." "Blow your nose." "I like you too." "Right, mount up." "Come on." "Shall I go, Sylvia?" "Go ahead." "Body forward, put your hands down." "Bravo!" "Hey Sylvia, this is the first time I've jumped as high as that." "Don't worry, you just need to want it." "Will you be glad when I can do it?" "Of course, I'll be proud." "It'll prove that I'm an amazing teacher." "Hey, Sylvia, Thomas..." "Shut up." "Oh well done, bravo, that's it." "Come in." "I'm not disturbing you, am I?" "Of course not, M Bertrand." "I didn't expect to see you." "But anyway..." "You haven't seen Sylvia, this morning?" "Well, actually, no." "The other day she said to me:" "don't bother to get up, Raymond." "I'll saddle my horse myself." "Ah, because it's a habit?" "She gets up in the middle of the night to go for a ride." "She likes to ride in the morning at dawn." "Where does she go?" "I know nothing about it, M. Bertrand, it's none of my business." "Pehaps to Joncquières?" "Certainly not." "Besides, I don't see what she'd do there." "Well, if you have enough for two, I'll have a coffee with you." "Oh, I have everything I need, M. Bertrand." "But, hey, it won't be anything high class." "It doesn't matter, it'll be fine anyway." "Is that you there?" "At the finish of the Deauville Grand Prix." "Yes." "I rode Petite folie, that day." "I was 18 then." "And here?" "Ah, but this is Sylvia, my word." "You wouldn't be a little in love with her, by any chance?" "Just because I have a photo..." "Ah, my poor Raymond." "Maybe she's in the arms of Maréchal at this moment." "That one." "You don't think he's good enough?" "Nah." "If she'd have married him, it would be like casting pearls before swine." "I could never understand her falling in love with that guy." "He's only fit to shine her boots, especially now that he's broke." "He still has Monseigneur." "That's true." "You know that he's running in the Prix du Marais?" "Yes." "Do you think he has a chance?" "Oh my, he has form, Monseigneur." "He's a horse like you don't often see." "If Monseigneur wins, Maréchal repays all his debts, he unmortgages Joncquières," "And why wouldn't Sylvia marry him." "Are you kidding?" "I don't especially want it, no." "It's a man like you that she should marry, M. Bertrand." "How right you are." "In your place, I'd finish Maréchal." "Precisely, you can help me." "Me?" "Yes, you." "But..." "I don't see what I can do." "I don't want Monseigneur to win the Prix du Marais, understand?" "Hey there, steady on, M. Bertrand." "I don't like Maréchal, but as to finishing off his horse, don't count on me." "This isn't something we do in the business." "Who said anything about finishing it off?" "It's only a question of calming him down a bit, that's all." "On the day of the race?" "Yes." "And... you know what I risk in this game?" "If all goes well, the day after the race, there'll be double for you." "Okay?" "Okay." "Well, that's it." "Good day, Raymond." "And the drug, who takes care of it?" "You." "I know nothing about horses." "And be discreet about it." "Hey Mario, you have to win." "I don't think much of Monseigneur." "A horse running for the first time has no chance of winning." "Well, you're wrong, because it's him who'll win." "Who is that kid?" "I don't know." "Monseigneur's going to win, isn't he?" "I hope so." "It's certain." "Don't get worked up like that, I tell you he'll win." "I know, dammit." "Don't stay here." "And Thomas, has he bet?" "I don't know." "Three to win." "I'll go and see." "Yes, that's right, go and see." "Well I say, you look nice." "Come on, Sylvia." "You know, Sylvia, it's Monseigneur who'll win, don't forget." "Did you bet on Monseigneur?" "I haven't had the time." "Then you'll have to hurry up." "Are you afraid he won't win?" "Well really, afraid that he won't win?" "You want me to pull your ears, you?" "Me afraid!" "Here, you can see." "That's all I have, well, if I could, I'd bet it on him, and then I'd still make a fortune." "Go ahead." "Well, the boss wants me to stay here, so I'm staying here, and until he returns, I'll guard him." "Hey, and what's the point of me being here?" "What... if I go, you..." "you wont leave him?" "Don't worry." "Okay, wait for me 5 minutes and I'll be back." "Okay." "But don't move from here." "Be good, eh?" "Is it done?" "Not yet." "What are you waiting for, idiot?" "I can't approach the horse, there's somebody with him at all times." "At the moment, it's the kid." "I'll get rid of him." "So try to be ready." "Sébastien." "What is it?" "I've something to tell you from Sylvia." "Come quickly." "I can't, I have to stay near Monseigneur." "Even for Sylvia?" "She wants to talk to you." "What does she want to tell me?" "I don't know, you'll have to ask her yourself." "But I can't, Thomas will tell me off." "What, you can't leave your horse alone for 2 minutes." "No one will eat it, eh?" "Well, then Sylvia will be very disappointed." "I assure you, she wanted to talk to you personally." "Tell her I couldn't." "Okay, I'll tell her that." "Go on, take care of your horse." "So?" "It's done." "Okay then, don't forget, Mario." "Hold him back a little at the start." "And then around the halfway mark, you take the lead and you run to the post." "Well, don't use that, eh?" "You know how he reacts." "Try and take the rail because as you saw, you're badly placed." "Okay, come on, you've got to go." "Win." "Win, Monseigneur." "Go on, go." "Hold on, you." "[Owners]" "I bet on Monseigneur." "Did you bet big?" "Very big." "You could have bet on one of your father's horse's if only as a kindness." "You're not cold?" "Of course not." "It's nothing." "He's adjusting her coat." "You can see that it annoys her." "Don't fret, Thomas." "If she prefers him to me, I can't help it." "Monseigneur!" "There's Monseigneur!" "He got a very bad start." "Yes, yes, but did you see how he recovered." "Monseigneur." "But what's wrong with him?" "Monseigneur." "Damn it." "Get a move on!" "Monseigneur." "He's beaten." "Oh no, Sylvia, please." "I've never seen him like that." "He could hardly stand up." "It's not true, it's not possible." "What do you want, it was his first race, he hadn't the pace." "Oh no Thomas, everyone can say that, but not you." "You know this horse as well as me." "Did he weaken in training?" "Commissioner." "Yes." "I require a saliva test immediately?" "For which horse?" "Number 3, Monseigneur." "Owner and trainer Pierre Maréchal." "Maréchal." "Very well, follow me." "You see, he's hurt." "In any case, he lost the race." "I don't care, can't you see he's hurt?" "He took a very hard blow to the fetlock." "We'll need to put him to rest for a month or two." "Come on, Mario." "I'll look after you." "Subtitles by Oliver Sanderson"