"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," "EP 10:" "THE 14TH JULY TRIALS RACE The beautiful bird chased by the wind." "A good dose of Gardenal was found in the saliva of Monseigneur." "Pierre Maréchal now has the proof... that if his horse was beaten the day of Prix du Marais, it was because it had been drugged." "Sébastien declares that he suspects Bertrand." "Pierre Maréchal believes in the complicity of Sylvia, and at Joncquières, the resentment against the Lambert family is growing." "Materially Pierre Maréchal has no more resources." "He's sold his furniture, his house is mortgaged, the last horse he owns, is lame, and he's lost hope of making it run for a while." "But Sébastien doesn't hold this opinion." "He looks after Monseigneur night and day, tirelessly, convinced of seeing him return to what he was previously, a beautiful horse, a champion." "Good day, Ma'am." "How are you, M. Thomas?" "Fine, fine." "I'd like a pack of Gauloises, and a box of matches." "So Thomas, will we see you for the 14th July?" "Why wouldn't you see me there?" "And will your boss come?" "He should come, because in addition, it's the day of his birthday." "I didn't think of that, but that's true." "M. Maréchal was born on the 14th July." "Hey, Thomas, come and have a drink with us." "It's still Sunday, right?" "Thank you, Mathilde." "Okay let's do it." "Ah, it's the soldier Alain Barbier, okay my lad," "So, is your military service nearly over?" "Soon be demobbed." "Only 60 days, just." "Ah, bravo." "Here's to you, lad." "And to the health of the last horse in Maréchal's stable." "How is Monseigneur?" "Why don't you ask him." "Don't get upset, Thomas." "Oh, I won't get upset, you bet." "I asked you because of the trials race next Sunday." "Ah, a trials race, that isn't an official race." "You're not obliged to register horses in advance." "Well you have only to come on Sunday and you'll see who's there." "That's it." "Well, thank you for the white wine." "Goodbye, gentlemen." "Bye." "What does that mean?" "He wants to hide his misery." "He wants us to believe that at Joncquieres, the box's are full of horses, of ghosts." "It doesn't look like things are going too well." "No they're not." "Ah, you're just back from town?" "Yeah." "They're buzzing down there and gossip and drool over it, like a lot of insects, that's what they are." "Always because of the boy?" "The boy, Marville, the limping horse, everything." "In Monseigneur's case, they're wrong, because he doesn't limp any more." "He no longer limps at all." "But he's still weak on his leg." "Oh, just a little." "What are you saying?" "Hey, for 47 years that I've looked after horses I get to know them." "Ah well, you don't have time to see him, you haven't noticed." "Well, I don't know what you did to him, but it's great." "I've done nothing, me, it's your kid who looks after him." "Is this okay, Sylvia?" "Yes, but don't push him too much though." "If the boss saw me, what would I get?" "And Thomas, he'd have a fit, and clobber me." "He'd be right, you're making him canter too soon." "He's healed, I tell you." "We must go slowly." "It's not me who pushed him, he did it himself." "Anyway, he must be ready for the boss's birthday." "Sébastien?" "Yes." "Your father, did he say if he'd come to the party on July 14th?" "No." "He probably won't come." "What are you thinking about?" "On the 14th July last year." "It was a lovely party." "Your father presented his horses and we, ours." "At first, we didn't really know which would be the best." "Ah, why's there a party on the day of his birthday?" "There's one every year." "At least a trials race." "The best were surely the boss's horses." "Why?" "Indeed, I'll admit that last year, they were his own." "It was Lancelot who won." "Monseigneur wasn't entered, he was too young." "This year he won't present him either." "And why?" "Because he'd be beaten." "He surely doesn't want that." "Ah, because you think he'd be beaten by your horses?" "Of course." "Well, I tell you he'd leave them on the spot." "He'd be beaten because he's just been resting." "We can't train him in 8 days." "Oh, you think so?" "I'm quite certain of it." "Then meet next Sunday, and your poor horses, you'll see what a beating they'll take." "Hey, Sylvia, if you want me to return your saddle and bridle, you'll have to help me a little." "Oh, gladly," "I didn't know if I was allowed to." "Monseigneur can beat every horse in the world, if he wants to." "Maybe." "Certainly." "Ah, there you are, a little longer, and I was going to look for you." "And look there, it's been an hour that she's waited for you." "Belle." "Here, catch hold of this." "I don't know if she'll welcome you, she's sulking." "If she wanted, she'd always be with me, only, she doesn't like horses." "It's not my fault." "Look here, my word, but he's covered in sweat." "Come here a moment, you." "This horse has been running." "Yes." "Hey, where do you think you are?" "We're not in the Camargue, here, this isn't a wild horse, it's a thoroughbred." "I know." "Eh, you know, you know." "So you let him run like in the wild, he runs off and then so much the better if he returns." "And if he stumbled again, unfortunately, we'd be back to square one?" "It's already a miracle he's no longer limping." "Finished laughing." "Go for a walk somewhere else." "Yes, from now on, it's me who takes care of Monseigneur." "Go on, go away, I tell you." "Straight to your father and discuss it with him." "What am I to do with an apprentice like this?" "Oh my goodness." "Come on, you." "Dear, dear, dear, look at that." "It's nice that." "Look what a state he's in." "Hey, Thomas?" "Go away." "I told you I don't want to see you, okay." "So, what are you doing there?" "I'm getting a drink for Monseigneur." "A drink." "Don't you know we don't give a drink to a horse which is hot, eh?" "Go straight to your father, I say, and be quick about it, be off." "Hop to it." "Hey, Thomas?" "What now?" "Well, are you going to obey me?" "I said straight to your father and right away." "Well?" "He has been running, but with me on his back." "Ah bravo, and a liar as well?" "Do you perhaps think that I'm going to believe you?" "Of course, because it's true." "Look, I'll forgive you everything, but not lying." "You've had 4 lessons with me... and you want me to believe that you've ridden Monseigneur... bareback, like that, without a bridle?" "Err... no." "Ah, even so." "You don't have the courage to go through with your lie, eh." "It wasn't bareback, it was with a saddle and bridle." "Hey, you want me to give you one?" "It's a saddle and bridle that Sylvia lent me." "Ah, right." "Well, tell me all about it." "I swear I can ride a horse." "It's Sylvia who taught me." "I go and see her every day." "Then why didn't you say so, silly goose?" "I couldn't, you were shouting all the time, and also, when one speaks about Sylvia, it's as if one spoke about the devil." "Well you could tell me, whisper in my ear, eh." "I wanted it to remain a secret." "Why?" "Because it was my birthday present for my father." "I'd have given him Monseigneur all healed, with me on his back." "Well, it was necessary that nobody knew." "You know, I can't buy him anything, I haven't any money." "It's lovely, your gift." "Well, it's the most beautiful in the world." "Hey, don't move you." "Okay, are you ready?" "Careful!" "Go on, up you go." "Oh dear, you're heavy, you eat too much." "Okay show me a little of what you can do." "Go ahead." "Begin." "I'm watching you, eh." "Go on now." "Well, you've started well, eh." "Oh dear." "Go on!" "Go, go, go on." "Hell of a kid, that." "So, okay?" "Okay, okay, you prance like on a showground." "One wonders how you do it." "It's not me, it's him, he does it all by himself." "Ah, well, it shows, you know." "Come on." "And how long has he run like this on his own with you on his back?" "3 days." "It's not much." "Yes, but morning and evening." "You must be a little crazy." "you're going to wear him out." "We don't run a horse like that, morning and evening." "Look at this, these kids, immediately think themselves jockeys." "So, am I not good enough?" ""Not good enough"." "Well, say what you think." "You want to know what I think?" "Well I'll tell you, stubborn as you are, you'll end up making this horse fly." "Ah yes, but wait a minute." "Didn't you see that you have feet like a duck." "You wear your stirrups like a gendarme." "You bounce on him like a ping-pong ball." "Is it serious?" "Well, it's serious." "At a pinch, it might do, but with regard to the trials race, I can't go and find the Mayor, and... tell him that Monseigneur will run on 14th July without informing your father." "And who'll ride him?" "Oh, I see someone, here." "Without training, Monseigneur couldn't beat horses like Isabelle 3 or Baroudeur." "Oh, who knows, with the form he has." "Come on, there are no miracles in this business." "And I don't want him beaten, especially by horses from Fontenelle, thank you." "It'd please them no end, over there." "They've already managed to drug him to make him lose the prix du Marais, and to ridicule him in front of the whole county." "They won't be able to because he'll spend 14th July, here in his box." "That's what people say." "Well, tell them they're right, and that neither Monseigneur nor me will set foot at the party." "Thomas?" "Yes, what?" "What is it?" "You know very well that the horse isn't ready." "Anyway why do you want him to run on Sunday?" "It's that, you know, there are times when we're a little fuddled." "It's because of your son, he longs to see Monseigneur win." "I can't risk the reputation of a horse like Monseigneur on the whim of a kid." "Tell him it's not possible and we'll talk no more about it." "And advise the mayor that I'm not entering any horse in the trials race." "Okay." "So?" "So what, so, so nothing." "What do you want me to say?" "Yes but you could train him if you wanted to." "Well, you heard, since you were listening at the door." "Well then, what do you want?" "I can't do the impossible, eh." "I've said what I had to say." "Thomas." "He's right, your father, it's you who's completely... eh, completely idiotic." "Come on..." "I can't, me." "What do you want me to do." "It's not me who's in charge here." "Yes, but you could train him." "No, I told you, I can't do anything." "We don't have to tell the boss." "And then we can train him on the beach." "Have no fear, the boss won't know anything." "Hey, Thomas, listen to me." "Thomas." "Listen to me, Thomas." "But..." "Thomas." "I tell you, Monseigneur will win." "I'm sure he would win." "I just have to talk to him." "If you saw how he runs." "Listen young man," "I'm not in the habit of going against the boss's orders, eh." "So leave me in peace, okay?" "Thomas. if you wanted to, you could get him in top form," "And then Monseigneur would have won." "And Sylvia would have met the boss and then they'd get married, and then Monseigneur, everyone would have said that he's a great champion." "Thomas." "Don't go there, Thomas." "You don't love me." "Nobody loves me." "[Council Chambers]" "Hello, Thomas." "Hello Mayor." "Mayor," "I've come to notify you that..." "M. Pierre Maréchal, owner of the Joncquière estate." "will enter a horse in the trials race on 14th July." "The horse, is called Monseigneur." "Maybe you should go and change, M. Maréchal." "You'll be late to the party." "I already told you that I wouldn't set foot there." "Well, you're wrong." "We don't have much entertainment here." "This is a good opportunity." "Well go ahead, what are you waiting for?" "Don't let me stop you." "Come with us, then." "Don't be difficult." "Come like that, if you don't want to change." "It's still your birthday, M. Maréchal." "You shouldn't stay here alone." "Go have fun, Jeannette, don't worry about me." "They'll say you're hiding yourself away." "They can say what they want." "It'll soon be time." "Don't begrudge us M. Maréchal, but I'd break my legs than miss this race." "Come on, let's go." "And Sébastien?" "He's..." "He's with Monseigneur." "You know how he is, he does exactly as he pleases." "Well, you see, you needn't worry, I won't be alone in Joncquières." "If you change your mind M. Maréchal, come and join us." "It will make everyone happy." "I'm not coming." "Okay." "So, is it true M. Maréchal, you're not coming?" "No." "Come on, hurry up." "We're going to be late." "Can't you help me a bit?" "Come on." "Sébastien?" "Sébastien?" "Sébastien?" "[14th July Trials Race]" "Isabelle 3, Baroudeur Monseigneur." "No way!" "I'll never forgive you for this." "Never!" "My horse won't participate in this race." "Stop everything." "But that's impossible, M. Maréchal, the horses are ready to go." "Have you seen, the boy in the pack." "Is he capable of winning?" "And why not?" "Oh, he looks so little, Sébastien, amongst the others." "Is he going to win?" "Oh, what a question." "Ready." "What are you waiting for?" "Ah, that's it." "Paprika, come on!" "Come on, faster, faster!" "Come on, Paprika!" "Faster." "Monseigneur." "I'd never have accepted such a thing." "Come on, faster, faster." "Come on, Paprika!" "Have you seen Monseigneur, how he's catching up?" "Baroudeur." "Monseigneur." "Baroudeur." "Monseigneur." "Baroudeur" "Hey..." "Monseigneur." "Come on, faster, faster." "Come on" "You saw Monseigneur, a piece of cake." "Baroudeur." "No, Monseigneur." "Come on!" "Come on Baroudeur." "It's Monseigneur who's won." "It's an extraordinary horse, it's a champion." "That's it, it's Monseigneur." "He's won." "Monseigneur." "Monseigneur." "Bravo, Monseigneur all alone." "Bravo Sébastien, bravo." "Bravo!" "Bravo!" "A win like that, even your father never did it." "Well done, I'm glad, a real Maréchal, that's what he is, I tell you." "Happy birthday, Boss." "Maréchal, I'll buy him, any price you want." "Go to hell, Monseigneur is not for sale." "You disobeyed me, my son." "I know, I'm sorry." "You deserve a good hiding." "I know, are you going to give it to me?" "Oh no... no." "Why?" "Because I love you." "Me too, I love you, you know." "We're lucky." "You bet!" "Bravo, bravo..." "Subtitles by Oliver Sanderson"