"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 7:" "SÉBASTIEN'S REBELLION The beautiful bird chased by the wind." "M. Lambert would like Sylvia to marry Bertrand." "He sees only one solution, to force Pierre Maréchal into bankruptcy, which would make him leave the region, because Sylvia still thinks of Pierre." "But one day, she meets Sébastien." "This outspoken little boy, amuses her, as for him, he's immediately seduced, and everything goes well, until the moment when Sylvia learns that he's the son of Pierre Maréchal." "At Joncquieres, the situation isn't brilliant." "Lancelot has just been sold, and Sébastien understands the emotion which... the departure of this horse evokes in his father." "But he makes him promise to get back to work, and to train very seriously, the last thoroughbred that remains, Monseigneur." "Ok." "You're changing hands." "Other than that, he's great." "Yes, he's in great shape." "Show me a bit of cantering, but without pushing him, eh." "He's fine, Monseigneur." "I'd like to ride him myself." "What's the matter with you?" "Usually one has to beg you to get your behind on a horse." "Well, now, I'd like it." "You have to teach me." "After training, Thomas will give you a lesson." "He doesn't know how to teach me, him." "Fortunately he can't hear you." "You know that he was a great jockey before his accident." "All Paris came to see him." "He had his name in the papers." "He's starting to get tired, sir." "Let him walk on a long rein." "Can I ride, then?" "Will you leave me in peace." "Here we go again." "What begins again?" "It's always the same." "I count for nothing here." "You count for being my son." "That's enough, isn't it?" "Go and take a walk with your wild beast, instead of grumbling." "With Belle." "That's it, with Belle." "Go on, run along." "Oh I say, I forgot to tell you." "There's the lawyer here, who wants to talk to you." "You couldn't say that earlier?" "Quick, hurry up, he's waiting for you." "Okay, I'm coming." "Good Mario, continue making him work for his breath." "I'll be back in 20 minutes." "Look, here he is." "I'm sorry to keep you waiting." "Don't mention it." "I have to speak to you, Pierre." "yes." "He runs fast, the boss, I couldn't keep up with him." "Are you going to the beach?" "I'm not sure, maybe." "I thought you wanted to meet Miss Sylvia." "She lives in a house on the other side of the forest, called Fontenelle." "You can't lose your way." "Go and visit, it's beautiful." "I gave you my word that it wasn't M Lambert... who bought him but a certain Marville." "This Marville was only a front-man." "I admit that I was extremely shocked by the process." "I preferred to warn you as soon as possible." "Of course, I'm sure that Miss Lambert, had nothing to do with this sad affair." "Sylvia is bound to be aware, M. Biard." "She knows me." "She knew that I'd refuse to sell Lancelot to her father." "No, she agreed to this nice maneuver." "This is despicable." "Oh well, I'm going." "What are you doing here?" "Is this where Miss Sylvia lives?" "Yes." "Go back where you came from," "Don't come and create mayhem here." "Miss Sylvia doesn't want to know you." "I already know that." "Be off, I tell you, and don't argue." "Do you want me to help you to go faster?" "That one, he doesn't want me talking to you." "He's right, Miss Sylvia doesn't want you talking to her." "What do you know about it?" "I'd like to occasionally make my own decisions." "Sylvia, he's Pierre Maréchal's son." "I know." "Is this a whim?" "No, but you're always imposing all your whims on me." "It annoys me." "I have no desire to go to the Gauthier's, you insisted so much that I ended up accepting." "Go there alone, you'll make me happy." "As you wish." "You'll allow me to give you a bit of advice, perhaps?" "Yes, if you insist." "Have the child taken home." "Don't make a fool of yourself in front of the staff." "They all know who he is." "Thank you for the advice." "Good afternoon." "If you want, I'll get rid of the kid for you." "I can take him back." "No, I'll take care of it." "What's so urgent you had to tell me?" "I won't speak in front of him." "Saddle my horse, please Raymond." "As you wish, Miss." "Was it your father who sent you?" "No." "I came because I don't understand anything." "So, you have to explain it to me." "Would you?" "You can say whatever you want, but hurry up." "Well, here it is." "Thomas... he said that you and the boss loved each other." "And so, why did you play a mean trick on him?" "What mean trick." "You took Lancelot." "What's this all about?" "He didn't want to sell him to you and it's you who bought him." "He believes it was you." "He'd never sell Lancelot and if he did, it's not my fault." "He wouldn't sell him to you, I tell you, and yet it was you who bought him." "It's useless to keep repeating the same thing, it's not true." "It's a lie." "If it wasn't you who bought him, then it was your father, and you knew about it." "All this is completely false." "You've misunderstood." "I haven't misunderstood and it's no joke, because the boss said it..." "To who?" "To M. Biard, the lawyer." "Come with me." "Where?" "Oh...!" "Did you buy Lancelot?" "Who told you that?" "Me." "Who's this?" "Pierre Maréchal's son." "Sylvia, have you lost your mind?" "This child is not to set foot here." "I'd like you to answer my question, please." "Yes ,I bought Lancelot because he was for sale." "I sent him for training at Maison Lafitte." "I know you loved this horse, I wanted to get it for you as a surprise." "And Pierre agreed to sell him, to you?" "Not exactly, no." "I actually bought him through Marville." "In short, you deceived him." "He thinks I agreed to it." "This is the sort of thing I find unacceptable." "We'll talk about it when you've returned the child." "I don't really see what more we have to say." "You see it was true." "Yes." "Are you angry with me?" "Of course not." "Good, because I really like you." "Come on, I'll take you home." "Come on, get on." "Help him a little now." "Thank you very much." "If I may, Miss, well, you shouldn't go to Joncquières." "Stop meddling!" "Excuse me." "Damn, Belle's no longer here." "Do you want to look for her?" "No, I'll stay with you." "She must have gone for a walk." "She had enough of staying here." "You know, it's nice of you to take me back." "Why are you angry with my father?" "I was very mean to him." "Not so fast, I don't know how to ride." "Your father hasn't taught you?" "No, Thomas is, but he says I'm no good." "Is that right?" "I'll teach you myself." "No kidding?" "Grip with your legs, grab the mane." "Off we go." "Hey, not so fast." "We've arrived, get down." "Aren't you coming to Joncquières?" "We're here." "You see that tree, it's the boundary." "Over there we're in Joncquières and here we're in Fontenelle." "Aren't you coming with me?" "No, get down." "You're not nice." "You wanted to come earlier." "I've changed my mind." "Why?" "It doesn't concern you." "Well, goodbye." "Goodbye." "You know, my name's Sébastien." "I forgot to tell you." "Sébastien?" "Yes." "You tell your father, I didn't know about Lancelot." "Of course, I would have told him anyway." "What do you take me for?" "Hey, just tell him yourself." "Come on." "Okay, I will, but only to please you." "That's nice of you." "Well, my goodness." "Come quickly, I think she has something to tell you." "Go on." "I didn't know that my father had bought Lancelot." "I regret the way he did it." "I can't live any more like this." "No, Sylvia, I'm not a toy, to be cast away and then taken back." "You don't understand?" "No." "We're not of the same breed, you and me." "Dance, enjoy yourself, go out, you're free." "You no longer exist for me, Sylvia." "Why is she crying?" "Why did you treat her like that?" "She's done nothing to you." "You do it on purpose to annoy everyone." "You overreacted a bit, didn't you?" "Can't you understand this kid?" "It's me, it's Thomas." "Leave me alone." "Open up dear chap, I have some things to tell you." "Open up otherwise I'll stay here till this evening." "I have to speak to you." "If you've come on behalf of the boss, don't bother, because I'll never speak to him the rest of my life." "Be quiet, be quiet." "I've come to explain things." "Oh, a nice spot you've chosen here, eh?" "She's like me, she tries to put herself where she can." "Have you come to give me another lecture?" "Of course not," "I've come to tell you about a few things." "Come here." "Ah, hey, come here." "don't be like that, I'm not going to eat you, eh?" "Here I am, so, what difference does it make?" "Well now... your father, when he gave you the slap, it wasn't to you that he was giving it, it was to..." "to the whole world." "Yes, but it was still me who received it." "Well, that's not fair." "Ah yes, but what happened to him isn't fair either." "That's not my business, I don't care." "Ah yes, but, look, you don't have the right to say that, precisely because, it's because of you that he is as he is." "Why?" "Well, because..." "Well, so..." "He was to marry Miss Sylvia." "Then they would have had children, like all people who get married and then who love each other." "Only, then you come along already grown up." "all... well..." "I don't know how to explain it to you." "Don't worry, I understand." "No you haven't understood." "You can't understand, you're too little." "Sylvia, she's not my mother, so she doesn't want me." "That's it, eh?" "Hey..." "Well..." "There's a lot going on in your little head." "If I wasn't here, he'd get married, and that's all." "But there's no question of you not being here." "What is it that you're looking for there?" "Don't worry, everything will work out." "Tell me Sébastien," "Miss Sylvia, do you like her?" "Yes, she's very nice." "And your father, except for the slap, you like him too, right?" "Yeah." "Ah, well then, there's no problem." "Okay..." "I'll show him, your father with his temper like a pig... yes indeed." "Well, don't worry, see you later." "Tell me, Sébastien... you aren't still thinking any longer about the slap, eh?" "A thing of the past, eh?" "Good chap." "[ I'm going to Canada, to find César ]" "[ Island service" " Departures ]" "Sir, does it go to Canada, this boat?" "No, it came from Corsica." "Where do you come from with your large beast?" "I'm looking for a boat to Canada." "Hey, kid." "So, do you still not want to tell us your name?" "And your age?" "Nine, it's been an hour since I told you that." "What were you doing at the harbour?" "I was looking for a boat to go to Canada." "You know your mother must be worried by now?" "I don't have one." "Your father, then." "It's to make him happy that I left." "Isn't it a pity." "So, where do you live?" "I told you that I don't want to tell you." "Here." "Thank you." "Come on... tell me your name now." "We must have patience." "Has he returned?" "No, but I found this in his room." "I'm going to Canada, to find César." "When I'm gone, you'll be able to marry Sylvia." "Little fool." "Hello, give me the police." "Yes, it's urgent." "He doesn't say much." "Don't worry, we've found his father." "We have the time." "You shouldn't have come." "That's it, you're going to Canada." "You're leaving me." "Do you really think I'd find it that simple?" "Come on." "M. Pierre Maréchal." "Excuse me, but I have to check, to do things correctly." "Yes." "Thank you." "Poor kid." "Another one that has family problems." "Yeah." "You know, if I wasn't here, it's certain that she'd marry you, Sylvia." "You think so?" "Yes." "And you'd be much happier than with me." "But I'm very happy with you." "Well, if you say so." "Why, doesn't it seem like that?" "You're not always fun." "Hey, Sébastien, how should a father be in your opinion?" "Well, a father, he's tall..." "and he's strong, he'll be all that, and then..." "And then what?" "That likes you." "Anyway for you it's not the same." "Why?" "Because you haven't been my father for very long." "Ah, little donkey." "Come on." "Come on, get in there, you." "Let's go." "Belle!" "Come Belle, come on." "I haven't been your father very long, but I love you anyway." "Truly?" "One can't find anything more true." "Well, I say, that's the first time you kissed me." "You see, everything happens in time." "Subtitles by Oliver Sanderson"