"THE WONDERFUL VISIT" "Your husband was a good man, Madame Jannick." "He's closer to God now." "It's Saturday." "To leave you enough time, we'll arrange the burial for Monday." "I'll send Menard to see you tomorrow to make the arrangements." "What's the matter?" "Tired?" "I'm having a hard time breathing." "As if the heavens were falling on me." "Indeed." "This morning, heaven seems to be coming down to earth for once." "What's that?" " There." "Down there." " Where?" "On the shore..." "It could be a drowned man." "I'll go and see." "Lucky I noticed him." "We can't leave him like this." "Have you seen the rear-view mirror?" "What do you know?" "You never pay attention... and you want me to buy a motor-car." "My poor Menard... with your driving, it wouldn't last a week!" "Me!" "Always me." "A pebble must have broken it..." "I'm sure." "A pebble!" "He's still alive." "Go and find Dr. Jeantel." "If he's asleep, wake him up." "Wait." "Before you go, bring me the small mirror from your room." "The one you use for shaving, over the wash basin." "It's cracked!" "Broke another one?" "No." "I assure you I did not." "It shattered right in my hands." "Here..." "just I reached the base of the stairs." "Perhaps a shipwreck survivor whom the tide washed ashore." "The waves swallow whatever they touch." "He's nothing the sea would spit up." "Seems he's a good swimmer!" "Toss a feather in the wind, it won't blow it back to you." "It's in your head that the wind blows, Menard!" "He's in the parlour." "That should mean he's asleep." "Nothing broken here." "Help me lift him." "Kindly lift his arm like this." " There?" " Thanks." "At first glance, there isn't anything wrong." "Well why is he like this then?" "Probably fatigue." "Not the kind of fatigue that you and I are used to... but... such a deep exhaustion that the body can no longer go on." "He'll catch his breath soon enough." "Don't make him talk too much." "If he's thirsty, give him some water." "Not all at once, but if he's hungry, he can eat in small amounts." "You're not leaving?" "In case of emergency, if necessary, have Menard fetch me." "Come now." "Don't worry about it." "It's nothing too serious." "Stay calm." "You need your rest." "In my mouth, I've got a strange taste." "That's the injection." "I called in our region's best doctor who is also a friend." "Are you in pain?" "No." "What happened to you?" "I don't know." "Where have you come from?" "Far away." "Very far away." "I found you on the shore." "I fell." "From the cliff?" "From higher up than the cliff." "Higher up than the cliff?" "But..." "higher than that, there's nothing!" "except for the sky." "That's it." " What do you mean by that?" " That's it." " I fell out of the sky." " Heavens!" "I heard the wind rise up." "Never had it blown so hard." "Then... then there was a noise." "A noise like silk being ripped." "Then, nothing." "Nothing but the fall." "To fall like... it's horrible." "The first time something terrible happens to you." "you're so surprised, you don't even have time to be afraid." " You let yourself go." " That's absurd!" "Last night there was no wind." "If there had been, we wouldn't have lit the bonfires... for St. Jean's eve." "Yes." "High up." "Way up in the sky it was windy." "Why would you be flying up there?" "Well... because I'm an angel." " An angel?" " An angel!" "Listen." "You're exhausted." "You get a little sleep... and we'll discuss all of this later." "Enough, Menard." "You're not administering the sacrament." "An angel!" "It's preposterous." "It won't hold water!" "Why are you so cross?" "Have you encountered angels before?" "After all you've said about them during Sunday Mass." "And I also speak of God's grace." "But that doesn't mean I'll ever stumble upon him in the backwoods." "After all, angels aren't made like us." "They've got wings, for starters." "And he doesn't have any." "Maybe he used to have them... and then he lost them." "Remember... he spoke of... a noise" "like silk being ripped." "Maybe he meant his wings." "But there would be some vestige." "Something like a wound or a scar." "You saw as clearly as I his back." "It is completely smooth." "In winter, when the trees lose their leaves one can never tell where they came from." "There's no trace left of where they've fallen from." " So... for the wings..." " Oh, cut it out, Menard!" "You're talking utter nonsense as usual." "You're angry because this embarrasses you." "And that frightens you a little bit." "Wondering, what has he come to us for.... and what's going to happen now, huh?" "As for me, I'm not frightened." "At least... not really..." "I'm confident." "The only solution is to take him to town and have him examined by a psychologist." "Have you forgotten I am a priest?" "I've given this man sanctuary in my home and now you'd have me turn him over to people who might lock him in an asylum?" "Lock him up?" "Don't exaggerate." "They locked up those would-be Napoleons." "Why not some self-declared angel?" "Everything you're saying is crazy." "It's sheer nonsense." "You're not being very rational." "Look." "You believe that a girl named Mary gave birth to a child without without any man's help." "You accept that Jesus raised the dead and was raised from the dead himself." "Yet you'd deny that an angel might pay you a visit." "Why would he choose me?" "I never prayed for anything like this." "In short, you don't believe it." " No more than you do." " Myself, I'm not a believer." "I'm concerned with microbes not supernatural spirits." "I believe that the heavens are just a fusion of gases not a paradise." " Who can he be?" " Just what I said." "A castaway." "His head, at the moment of the wreck, must have struck a rock... some debris." "Forgive me." "I've been too familiar like way back in school." "It's just... you seem to be at your wit's end." "I understand what's troubling you:" "you're a priest, sure, but... that doesn't compromise at all your natural instincts as a man, a man who knows from experience that life is no... magical fairy tale." "Listen." "For now, it scarcely matters who he is." "He's spent and my duty is to help him." "So tell me just what I should do." "Nothing." "Give him time to gather his thoughts and above all above all, don't contradict him." "Have a seat, won't you?" "What's this move about?" "An idea occured to us two... in the tree, a bird is singing..." "The better to hear it, I thought it would be nice to move the table out here." "Bless us Lord, bless this meal we've made and provide for those who have none." " Amen." " Amen." "Help yourself." "Full of vitamins." "It will give you strength." "But... what are you doing?" "The same thing as you." "Do you find it good?" "I don't know." "After all, why not?" "It's strange..." "I feel... a sort of warmth." "Well that's your life coming back..." "Your life and memories, too, perhaps..." " your name, for example?" " He's called Jean." "Oh!" "That's wonderful." "You've remembered!" "No." "But he's got to be called something or other." "And since last night was St. Jean's eve." "I was hoping..." "Very well, let's go with John." "Who knows?" "Saint Jean may have looked something like you." "But..." "Jean or not, you can't walk around like that." "You've got to dress appropriately." "Like him?" "Oh!" "I don't think that's very pretty." " But...!" " No." "I like to feel free." "After all... since you're just walking around the garden..." " I've got to go do the shopping." " Ah!" "Buy some more clams." "For two?" "Or... for three?" "Perhaps it would do you good to stay here for another day or two... to completely recover." "There's no want of room." "Menard and I won't ask you any more questions." "I promise you that." "I'm sure." "For the last fortnight, nobody's gone out to sea." "But... don't you think that a small boat... a light dinghy, for example, might have capsized without your noticing it?" "No." "Because, whenever the sea acts ugly, we know all about it." "Fine." "I thank you." "Here." "This is for you." "Thank you." " Going for a walk?" " Yes." "Can I come along?" " Hey!" " Hey, Francois." "The usual, son?" "Help yourself... feel free." "They're fresh from the oven." "That's right." "You stop in here because our croissants are the best around." "I was hoping to see you." "I've got a a favor to ask." "Tonight, at the Curzon Eden, they're showing Blood over Mexico." "If I take the bus, I won't have any money for a seat at the movies." "The milk truck isn't a bus." "There are regulations." "If anything goes wrong, I'm in deep shit." "Come on!" "It wouldn't be the first time you picked up a hitch-hiker." " Her?" "That wasn't the same." " Why?" "She's from here like me." "As for the distance..." " there'd be no difference." " Sure there would." "You don't have her pretty face." "I'd really like to know what's so special about her." "Beauty, wherever you find it, is always rather special." "Hey guys!" "No need to go see Blood Over Mexico, looks like the Mexicans have landed right here." " He must think it's carnival time." " Where you from?" "He's a hippie." "The grocery lady eats sardines all the time." "I like candy better." "Especially that kind." "You've got to put it in a cone..." "It's prettier... and you can fit more in." "What is it?" "Do you want something?" "We found it!" "See here!" "You've got to pay for that!" "Pay?" " Going to go look?" " What's going on?" "A hold-up!" "This child?" "Did his mother leave him with you?" " Is he one of your friends?" " No." "Where are you from?" "These people are like clouds... they don't know where they came from until they try to go back." "It's because of guys like you that people here can't find work." "You're not wanted around here, got it?" "That's enough, Francois." "Think you're the sheriff or what?" " You should let him go." " I'll be the judge of that." "I know this boy, Madame Legun." "He didn't mean you any injury." "Give it to her." "Jesus and Mary!" "My sardines!" "Now, come along." "All that I know is... when you want something in a shop, you've got to pay for it." "And the clams that we ate last night," " Monsieur Menard had to give..." " Some money, yes." "In exchange for those, too?" "That's absurd!" "To gather shellfish, you can just find them in the rocks." "Whatever is in the sea belongs to everybody." "But some people spend their time honestly gathering them." "It's their work." "Doesn't it make sense to give them some money for that?" "It seems to me that I'd rather receive something else for my work." "But since you have invented money, why do you hide it as if you're ashamed of it?" "The doctor tucked it away in his pocket." "And just now Mr. Menard locked up some small change in a box." "You know... there are so many things that we lock up." "Perhaps... because we're a little afraid of them." "How beautiful." "A violin is always beautiful..." "even when nobody's making it sing." "Please." " I'd love to hear its voice." " I don't know how to play it." "That's Delia." "She's a housekeeper at the manor." "Please!" "Don't stop." "Not bad, that tune!" " Is it new?" " Yes." " You heard it on the radio?" " No." "Someone was playing it at the rectory." "That priest's gone pop?" "No." "A young man who was there... with a violin." "Handsome?" "Very!" "So you'd like to cheat on me with him?" "You can be so silly." "I don't even know who he is." "Ready to go?" "Already?" "I want you." "Don't you know I like being chased a little?" "Come on." "It's nine o'clock." "Who cares?" "Maybe you don't." "But I will if I miss the ten o'clock mass." "My boss!" "I'll get an earfull." "How idiotic to agree to work for that Duchess... the most sanctimonious woman in Britanny." "Turn toward the wall." "You didn't say that last night." "Fair enough." "You look cute like that." "You'll give it to me?" "Quite a crowd this morning." "And so fashionable." "The Duchess is wearing her pearl necklace." "My brother Menard, we're not at the theatre!" " Yet here is the orchestra!" " That's enough!" "You're late for the rehearsal." "And you can't show yourself in that get-up." "Why don't you dress him up like me?" "Lucky girl." "You'll arrive just after the sermon." "Let us give thanks, my lords, to our God." "at all times and in all places," "O Lord God, Holy Father Almighty, Everlasting God... through Jesus Christ, our Lord." "It is through him, that all spirits joyfully pay homage to your Majesty" "It is through him, that all the heavenly virtues, awestruck beholding you, are united to glorify your." "We pray for Your grace and through the intercession of the Saints and Angels..." "We sing together in a humble voice...." "If it's not too much trouble, let me play it by myself." "Who is he?" "No!" "I'd rather not know." "Great artists should always preserve their anonymity." "Learning that Chopin adored cream puffs has diminished Chopin and bestows too much honor on his pastry cook." "Still, how much it teaches humility." "Humility?" "In what sense?" "I can boast the ability to recognize it in whoever the performer may be, and in whatever the work." "But the way he played..." "this boy... well!" "I'm humiliated!" "I don't know anything very modern since the debut of Pousseur." "But that piece was in C-minor, that's undisputable." "But which C-minor?" "There is the question." "C-minor after Boulez?" "or C-minor Messiaen style?" "Well, Alphonse?" "Back to work, my good man." "Back to work." "I should like to speak of this young man under the spell of the "Echo" of Audierne." "Alphonse will take the photos." "Haven't I ever shown you Alphonse's pin-ups?" "That's just as well, my dear." "Alphonse is another Nadar." "Oh, yes!" "Ready..." "Hold that pose..." "That's perfect." "I'll have another!" "Hold on." "Here, if I may..." "your hand... your smile." "Hold on." "There." "Thanks a lot, sir." "Thanks." "In the graveyard, there's a lot of wind." "Come on." "We'll fly it." "How about here?" "Won't it do?" "Not enough wind." "I have to go over there." "All the way down there." "How beautiful." "What's so beautiful?" "This sky, this countryside, and you in the middle of it." "You're beautiful too." "Me?" "I don't know about that." "Look at yourself in a mirror." "I'd like to... but they're afraid of me." "It's sad to scare mirrors." "Come on." "I have an idea." "Lean over the water, and you'll see yourself." "Go ahead!" "Hello." "This house is the only one that doesn't have any perches for birds." "I thought that was unfair." "That's not a bird perch... that's a television antenna." "Television?" "It doesn't matter." "For the birds, it'll work the same way." "Would you like to come down?" "Just for a second." "From here, you can see the sea." "Oh... you know, in Brittany, the sea can be seen everywhere." "The sea softens me right up." "Here." "It's for you." " For me?" " Don't you like it?" "I don't know." "Obviously, like this, you can't really tell." "You've got to try it on." "And this?" "What does it mean?" "Whatever you want it to." "It's mine... forever?" "The little heart." "How strange." "Your lips feel like a butterfly." "I sure do like butterflies." "Are we having lunch under the trees today?" "No." "The rector isn't here?" "The rector doesn't have time for fooling around." "He's gone to look after the neighbor's funeral." "That's impossible... that's amazing." "What does this mean?" "I'm warning you!" "You'd better beat it!" "I mean it!" "Is that any way to dress to come here?" "The dead deserve some respect, no?" "Well?" "What do you want?" "Huh?" "Just to understand..." "Help!" "They've destroyed my house!" "Him!" "Him!" "There!" "In the street." "Help!" "Help me!" "Help!" "Help!" "It's all over." "Move along." "There's nothing more to see." "Lord Almighty!" "To do such a thing!" "Just like that, without any reason." "I like bright colors." "Everything was too gloomy." "The street, the people, the house." "A burial is not a party." " Consider those who remain." " They don't concern me." "The only one who really counts is the dead man." "And he's the one you shut up in a box." "And the box, you bury in the ground." "Yes." "So that he may wait for God to raise him from the dead." "Not one of you believes in resurrection!" "I'll cut you off right there..." "You believe in it only after you've had a nice meal." "Or when the sun is shining." "As long as you're sure you're in perfect health, it's easy." "But if you were really sure that the dead were going to be revived... you'd be playing music and dancing around." "The blacks, for their funerals... play the saxaphone and wear white." "But, naturally, you're not a black." "You're just a timid, hypocritical man." "And you?" "Huh?" "Who are you?" "As far as death is concerned, perhaps I am a black." "As far as life is concerned, I'm an angel." "But, you don't believe me." "I can only believe in what I cannot see." "Are you starting to understand?" "You can see obvious points of comparison between these designs and what your protege put on the Racouette house." "My protege?" "No... believe me, these are symptomatic of extreme neurotic tendencies... which isn't to say..." "completely paranoiac." "Fine." "So what is all of this gibberish supposed to tell me?" "Susceptibility... suspicion... perversion of rational faculties... and a self-esteem..." "blown out of proportion." "The proof?" "He takes himself for an angel." "Or for a black." "Pardon?" "No... nothing." "You wouldn't understand." "Between his fits, the paranoiac is as sensible as clear-minded as you and me." "I read in these wild spirals a sort of nostalgia for... for a lost world." "Oh, please..." "Why not?" "There's no shortage of lost worlds." "For an adult, for example, the lost world is childhood." "This need not always imply a world up above..." "Did you ever have a dog?" "A nice German shepherd or something?" "Yes." "He lived eighteen years." "And he recognized only you, right?" "He hated postmen..." "policemen... and seminarians." "Well..." "Jean is a bit like your dog." "As far as you're concerned, he'd never mean any harm." "But everybody else..." "He shouldn't be allowed a lot of time to wander around the village." "Someone might provoke him." "And then, exactly like a dog, he'd bare his teeth." "All the same, I can't lock him up." "As for keeping an eye on him, I have my duties." "So... what, according to you, is the solution?" "The only solution... that's love." "But..." "I love Jean very much." "Of course you do." "Listen to me." "leave him alone as little as possible." "When a mentally ill person does something irreparable... it's always because he's been left alone and because he's frightened someone." " The rector paid you an indemnity?" " Yeah." "To scrape the house and give it a coat of grey paint" "So there's no reason to make such a fuss out of all this." "I don't like it." "We'd better watch out." "This kind of person." "Who really knows who he is." "Where he's from?" "It's nearly nine o'clock." "I'd better go home." "My wife is all alone." "So what?" "She's used it." "Every Monday night, we have our games." "Yeah." "It's just that tonight, she's uneasy... and so am I." " And where are you going?" " For a walk." "It's getting dark." "Don't go too far." " Tell me how to get to the manor?" " At this hour?" "And... how should I put it... half-naked?" "It's that way." "What's going on?" "It so happens that I need a walk, too." "I was just saying to myself..." "I have a feeling that... that something... that someone is calling for me... silently." "I know." "We can't stay here." "In case, the Duchess sees us." "At her age, she barely sleeps." "Come." "Come... speak as a friend." " Good evening, M. Menard." " Good evening." " What would you like?" " A brandy." "It's pretty late for a drink..." "All right." "A brandy it is." " Another." " Be reasonable, M. Menard." "A boy takes a girl by the hand, at night." "They go to the seashore... to make love." "You know, lots of guys have taken me to the seashore that way at night... but nothing came of it." "Oh yeah... once... one of them tried to stuff a star-fish down my blouse." "A star-fish." "You'd think it would be soft, a star-fish." "But it isn't." "It's rough." "It scrapes the skin." "You're not very gay tonight." "I'm fed up." "Do you understand?" " Fed up!" " With what?" "With those who swear by one thing and live by another." "This place is full of them." "And over there... all the way across?" "That's America." "A country like this one?" "America always keeps very far ahead of us." "It's a place to dream about that can't be reached." "How true." "Aren't you cold?" "It's too bad that the sun doesn't rise over there in front of us." "We could have stayed here to wait for it." "You don't have anything to say to me." "Why?" "You're mistaken." "I'm talking to you." "But there are things that you don't say with the lips." "Now I can hear you!" "You speak like the sea." "Where did you learn to do that?" "I never learned anything." "I've known it all... from the very beginning." "Then you must know that..." "I'm engaged?" "His name is Francois." "I shouldn't have mentioned it." "That's ruined everything." "We were so comfortable." "You." "Don't you understand that you and me, this is something different?" "Love isn't so clear-cut... or so solid as a rock." "It can change its shape, love." "It can take on thousands and thousands of colors." "What color is yours?" "Transparency." "Quick!" "We've got to go." "I forgot!" " About what?" " The sea!" "At high-tide, the island is completely submerged." "Come on!" "Hurry!" "What's the matter?" "I'm frightened." "Afraid of my eyes?" "The way your eyes are shining... they might shatter." "I don't understand." "This is the first time I've seen myself." "When I look at myself in your eyes, they go on just the same as before." "Look at me again." "Look at yourself again." "Transparency... what does it mean?" "Is it like purity?" "Like crystal?" "Thanks." "Thanks for what?" "I seems like... everything is becoming so huge... so large..." "I don't know how to tell you... different." "I love you... as you love me." "Give me 86-03-12." "You're wanted on the phone!" "Who is it?" "He wouldn't give his name." "It's personal and urgent." "Yeah?" "I'm listening." "Francois Mercadier?" "Is that you?" "Go ahead!" "Mercadier?" "Is that you?" "Talk louder." "There's a lot of noise here." "Listen carefully." "I won't be able to repeat this." "The angel is not an angel." "The proof is that he's spent the night with Delia." "Hello?" "Hello!" "Bad news?" "News plain and simple." " Where's Delia?" "In the yard?" " Have a look." "Thanks a lot for help me out!" "It's you!" " Do I look like a ghost?" " What is it?" " You're hurting me." " I received a call." "Anonymous." "I know everything." "About what?" "All about that guy hiding out at the priest's and you." "I should thank you, Delia." "He's the one you should thank." "For stealing the girl I love?" "He hasn't stolen anything at all." "I'm still yours." "Maybe even more than before." "If you want to hit me so much, go ahead." "But afterwards, you'll have to listen to me." "Don't you see that I love you?" "I haven't cheated on you, Francois." "You can't cheat on anyone with a boy like him." "Then you didn't kiss him?" "Do you kiss the sun?" "...even when you love the sun?" "...and you feel wonderful when its around." "So between you, it's something like... between a brother and sister?" "Perhaps." "I don't really know what I'd call it." "There's surely a word for it." "But it doesn't exist in our language." "It has to be found for somewhere else." "Tell me you believe me..." "Yes." "I believe you." "I don't know why, but I believe you." "It's like you've changed overnight." "Forgive me." "All of this is silly." "I have to go." "I told Pop Leon I'd owe him a job." "You've never come to see me during the day." "But when you want to give me hell," "Well, then?" "You find a way." "You idiot." "Go ahead." "Good morning, Monsieur Menard." "Leave me be." "I don't want to see you." "You're looking at the sea." "Tell me about her." "I'm sure you know a lot about her." "Oh... not just about the sea... but the night." "I took a walk, too." "At first, I didn't like the night." "I thought it was useless." " Now..." " Now?" "You've figured out what it's good for!" "I like you a lot, Monsieur Menard." "Keep your friendship." " It's as useless as all the rest." " The rest?" "What is the rest?" "Your beautiful story!" "I actually believed it!" "It's been pretty beat up, that boat." "He's nothing but a wreck now." "Soon, the sea will break him up." "You were watching over him." "I was talking to him telling him that I intended to save him... and then we'd sail away together." "My father had a boat a bit like that one." "In due course, he should have been mine." " But one day..." " One day, the boat didn't come back... and neither did your father." "I didn't know how to do anything besides fish." "I thought I would have been hired..." "But, no." "The fishing bosses would say..." ""He's nice, Menard." "But he's a dreamer..."" ""As soon as we shove off to start fishing,"" ""it's him that we'll have to spend our time fishing out."" "They also said that, if there was ever a wreck," "I was bound to start crying like a child." "That's not true." "I've never cried." "And I never was a child." "So, the rector took me in with him." "To ring the bells... to sweep out the church... to cut the flowers... and it was all over with boats." "It's expensive, a boat." "Even such a little one." " Have you told all of this to the boat?" " Yes." "Once a fool, a fool for life." "The boat has heard you, Monsieur Menard." "Come see." "That's impossible!" "He's yours from now on." "Do you believe that?" "I don't need to believe." "Then, let's go right down." "Set sail right away." "Far... far away." "Later." "I promise you." "I'll show you the way myself." "Say!" "Could we make it as far as Cancale?" "You're beginning to be a child, Monsieur Menard." "But I must teach you to see the big picture... to see into the distance." "I get it!" "It's to the end of the world where we're going sail." " The boat and me." " That's right." "To the world's end." "Evern farther." "Gentlemen, gentlemen!" "I'm begging you." "I didn't give you an A tune... did I?" "I have the voice of a sea-gull." "It's a horror." "Gentlemen?" "Whenever you please." "What is this cacaphony?" "Silence!" "Silence!" "Now, gentlemen!" "Please." "Try to stay in tune." "Myself, if you need to know, I'm playing what is written here." "Allegro, ma non troppo... which means being gay without being gay..." "Everything short of gay." "That's clear, no?" "Don't go tsin-tsin!" "You've got to go tsin-tsin." "I beg your pardon." "I have a sniffer..." "You don't sniff out Vivaldi, sir." "He's a composer, not stinking compost." "I believe, Madame Duchess... it would be better not to insist." "He's ignorant about flats and sharps." "Treble clefs are unknown to him." "As for double-time..." "Jean... we're wasting the time of the Duchess and these gentlemen." "Just a minute, Reverend." "Excuse me, my boy... but you don't know how to read a score?" "That's so, isn't it?" "A score?" "No." "You heard him, gentlemen." "He can't read music and yet... as Galileo would say, and yet, he plays." "Nay!" "He creates!" "He's a creator!" "A creator like Mozart, like Chopin, like Beethoven.." "each in his own time!" "The music that he's playing for us... it's his own music." "It bursts forth from his soul... free... pure... inspired!" "Oh, you couldn't possibly understand." "A soloist!" "He shall be the soloist!" "So, let's start over from the top... with your Vivaldi over there." "And then, him." "Him all alone." "Yes." "All by himself." "It's safer." "He's dead." "Tonight... tomorrow morning at the latest, a new little bird is going to come out of this egg." "Don't put it in the cage." "Animals die when they're locked up." "Finally." "Well?" "What happened to you?" "Nothing." "I assure you." "Nothing has happened to me." "And to top it all, it was Jules' old lady who saw you set their hens free." " What?" " Yup!" "Those people should be happy." "But no!" "They're absolutely furious." " Furious?" " Yup." "Out with you!" "Out!" "Compared to this, the seven plages of Egypt were a Sunday picnic!" "Well, what do you want me to say?" "Absolutely nothing." "We haven't come to hear your sermon." "Well then, rector?" "What have you decided?" "Listen... you mustn't get excited." " You're reasonable people." " We're peasants above all." "We depend on our fields and our animals..." "So, when that bastard trashes our work," " kills our hens, - and my cow!" "My cow was trampled to death." "You must understand, Reverend, your protege is dangerous." "It's like keeping dynamite in the house." "What's he going to do next time?" "Remember how he defaced the Raouel house?" "Yes... he... found that pretty..." "and ina certain way...." "Tomorrow, he may set fire to the crops... under the pretext that flames are just as pretty." "May I speak to the Bishop?" "I'm sorry, Father, but His Lordship is away." "Is it urgent?" " Urgent?" " Yes?" "I don't know..." "I just have something to tell His Lordship." "Yes." "In private." "In that case, I suggest that you to write his Lordship about it." "I see." "Thank you." "I'll do as you suggest." "Jean?" "Jean!" "It's no use calling for him." "He's gone." "Gone for good." "Forever." "And I'm the one who told him," ""Go on." "Get out." "You must go."" "My poor Menard!" "Stop saying, "My poor Menard"!" "This has been going on fo 20 years." ""My poor Menard, you can't ring the bells."" ""My poor Menard, you can't grill sardines."" "Your poor Menard has had enough!" "Did you hear that?" "Enough!" "Listen to me." "Running away has never settled anything." "Just now, in the square... while you were making your beautiful speech, people were saying," ""The police."" ""Go fetch the police!"" "Is that what you wanted?" "That the police come here... and take Jean away and lock him up in prison?" "So I have explained everything to him." "I've told him," ""Don't wait for the police."" ""These guys aren't the type to talk or listen."" ""They'll arrest you."" ""And just like that, it'll be all over."" "He believed me." "Oh..." "I may not be so crafty." "but there are some things I understand." "And which things are those?" "Things that you don't mention." "Things that you don't see." "...that you keep tucked away, forever." "I'm going to go lie down for a moment." "My legs are practically dead." "Afterwards, we'll go together to see the Duchess." "And we'll explain everything to her." "Are you crazy?" "Oh really?" "Very well." "I understand." "For this reason alone, I shouldn't have braked." "What are you talking about?" "What belongs to me." "And Delia, too." "She is mine." " She's a good lover, don't you think?" " Lover?" "You're right." "Love isn't the word." "Love is proper." "What you do is filthy." " You're mistaken." " Filthy, I said!" "Stinking filth!" "You disgust me." "Both of you." "Big brother and little sister, huh?" "Was that her way of thanking you?" "Giving you my jeans?" "We sat together on the seashore." "Is that wrong?" " Sitting on the shore?" " Stop!" "That's enough!" "You stole my Delia, all right." "You'll pay me dearly for that little slut." "And what you've done with her, I'm gonna make you pay for that!" "Hit me." "Yeah, I'll hit you." "Yeah, I'm knock you down and crush you!" "I'm waiting." "Beat it!" "Beat it, I said!" "Beat it, for God's sake!" "Beat it!" "You're not going to harm her?" "Her?" "When I'm done with her, nobody's going to look at her." "Nobody but me." "What?" "That was just the storm." "Storms are natural phenomenon." "You guys can say what you want, but he's not reponsible for storms." " Come on Leon." "Don't get angry." " I'm not angry." "But I don't like conspiracy theories." "And I don't want my bar to be used as general headquarters." " A bottle of cider for Herve." " A half-bottle." "He's drank enough of this." "He didn't hurt you." "It's harmless." "What do you care?" " It's none of your business." " Oh, no?" "But if he breaks anyhing in my place, I wouldn't consider it a gift." "I'd got to the police." "Got it?" "The police!" "That how he stands up for his rights!" "Until they arrive, he'd better keep quiet." "At the first hint of funny business, we'll take care of him ourselves." "What happened to you?" "He tried to kill me." "He attacked me." "That's what it was." "I was driving quietly along my route," "He forced me to stop." "And then..." "You didn't put up a fight?" "Against a ghost?" " Oh, a ghost... what ghost?" " Yeah!" "When I tried to hit him, but he dissolved." "I was beating the empty air, you understand?" " Not exactly, no." " That doesn't satisfy you?" "This means he's become dangerous." "He's capable of murder." " And the truck?" " There's no truck left." "And your milk has been spilled all over the road." "The result of two days of milking." "You won't be paid for the empty cans." " Tell me, Francois..." " Oh, no, Father Leon." "Let him finish." "Your speeches won't pay for our milk." "We've got bills to pay." "Without milk to sell, how are we supposed to get credit?" "And this pig... where do we find him?" "So?" "Has he arrived?" "No." "Not yet." "But he'll be here soon." "He might not come." "Do you believe he's so hopeless?" " You're silly." " Yes." "I'm silly." "At least silly creatures shy away from disasters." "Words fail me." "I must apologize." "Your guests will be disappointed." "Never mind them." "They think of themselves as people of great importance." "Actually, it's me who's disappointed, Reverend." " I understand." " No." "You can't possibly understand." "You're an old man." "That's not so serious, being an old man." "But me?" "I'm an old woman." "Now that is serious." "Old." "It's the body that is old." "The body alone." "The heart, itself..." "remains forever young." "As long as there's hope that something could happen." "You... you were expecting something from the boy." "Yes." "And so were you." "That's true." "And yet, I'm supposed to believe in God alone." "As well as those He sends to us!" "Only, by the time we regonize them, it's too late." "Have you noticed that, in the critical moments of our history, there's always a stranger dropping in on us?" "And we ignore him." "So... he goes away." "For who knows where?" "Too bad." " A revolver?" "You've gone mad!" " I'm taking precautions." "What if this guy is armed?" "You heard Francois." "He's capable of murder." "My friends, I had hoped to present to you this evening..." "I'm late..." "Forgive me." "No, Madam." "I don't have my violin." "The music that I would have played for you this eveing wouldn't have been very gay." "I'm going away." "Allow me speak." "I'm leaving because... because just now, I killed a man." "I wanted to offer him my friendship and it is death I have given him." "If you have done this... save yourself!" " Come!" " Menard!" "Menard!" "Menard!" "Come back here!" "I'm begging you, my friends!" "Stay calm!" "Where is he?" "Where's the bloody violinist?" "In fact, gentlemen, I wish I knew." "I'm warning you!" "We'll search everywhere." "He escaped... through there." " Where are you going?" " Right ahead." "So the boat is waiting for us?" "Remember?" "You promised me that one day, we'd take to sea and sail away." "Huh?" "Come on." "It's this way." "They're over there on the horizon." " They're running towards the cliff." " Even better." "It'll be easier." "Listen up, guys..." "You're going to have to go by yourself." "Without you?" "But then... how am I supposed to find the... well... the way to your country?" "Huh?" "If you stay here, they'll catch you and make you a prisoner." "You?" "Thought I was dead, huh?" "Tell Menard to beat it." "We mean him no harm." "I was leaving... as one does when one can't go on any more." "When despair..." "No, Jean!" "Don't go!" "They're armed." "What do you want from me?" "Don't move." "Don't be a fool." "Get away!" "Get away, I'm telling you!" "Don't move, for God's sake." "Move and I'll shoot!" "Jean!" "Emile!" "Don't be an ass!" "Jean!" "Jean!" "Jean!" "subtitles: depositio"