"I know, the light mists," "The fresh snow of winter mornings." "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," "The beautiful bird chased by the wind." "The day of his arrival at Jonquieres accompanied by César and Belle," "Sébastien discovered at the same time his father, the new home where he'll have to live, and the thoroughbreds." "He has sympathy for neither one nor the other, and that for the sole reason that his dog Belle having frightened the horses," "Pierre Maréchal instructed his son to keep her on a leash." "That offends the idea of freedom rooted in the heart of Sébastien." "When Bertrand, Sylvia's cousin, comes to Jonquières that afternoon, he learns from the child himself, to his surprise, that Pierre Maréchal is his father." "Although Pierre and Bertrand... have known each other since childhood, they don't get on well." "There has always been a rivalry between them." "Bertrand is therefore delighted about subtly announcing the news to Sylvia, on returning from his trip." "He emphasizes the fact that Pierre Maréchal... must have been aware of the presence of this son, about whom he'd never spoken." "Sylvia could not bring herself to believe it." "She waits for Pierre convinced that he'll quickly set her right." "Hello, Mr Maréchal." "Hello." "My love!" "I have so much to tell you!" "Is it serious?" "Yes." "Do you remember the letter I received just before going to Paris?" "Yes." "I didn't show it to you, because I was hoping it was absurd." "Sylvia, I have a son." "A nine year old boy." "I didn't even know he existed." "But Sylvia..." "Sylvia, do you understand?" "Sylvia." "You must have known the existence of this child, Pierre, this isn't possible." "I swear I'm telling you the truth," "I've only know it for a week." "Men always know these things, but they hide them." "He's been with you since yesterday, and you only tell me now." "Yes, I hadn't the courage to say this on the phone, like a brute." "No, you prefered that I learnt it from Bertrand." "Everyone knows except me." "Sylvia," "I thought you'd understand." "Can't you trust me?" "Who's the mother of this child?" "Where is she?" "She's dead." "Why bring up old history?" "To me, it's all quite new." "Is it because you were in love with her?" "Did you love her?" "At least have the courage to say it." "You've never spoken to me about her." "Do you really expect me to tell you about my teenage love affairs?" "Can't you understand that I didn't think of it any more." "All that was forgotten." "It's so long ago." "So in 10 years you'll say the same thing to another?" "I'll be forgotten, it's so long ago." "It makes no sense." "You want me to accept your affairs and keep silent." "I was 18 and you barely 12." "How can you blame me for this love?" "You told me that you never loved anyone but me." "Sylvia... try to understand." "I've never understood lies." "The child didn't ask to be born." "And I owe him everything, all that he didn't have since his birth." "And to me, nothing." "Yes, of course... all the love I can give you." "I'll never again be able to believe you." "Or else I should need proof." "I need... that this woman's child no longer exists between us." "You've managed to do without him for nine years, you can continue." "Forget him, as you claim to have forgotten his mother." "You must choose between him and me, Pierre." "This is the most awful demand ever proposed to a man." "No, I don't have a choice, Sylvia, this child is mine and I'm keeping him." "To remind you of his mother?" "Well, keep your memories, Pierre." "Raise your son, but without me." "I will never marry you." "Goodbye." "Goodbye, Sylvia." "I've already told you that I forbid you to let this dog run loose here." "This is the last time I'll remind you." "Do you know where Thomas is?" "He's in the stables with César." "Find him and ask him to come to my office, right away." "Take my horse." "Me?" "Yes, you, come on, hurry up." "Come on you, be nice," "Come on, otherwise I'm going to get into trouble." "Sing him a song while you're at it." "Look, put your hand right here, come on, don't look at him." "Walk and lead him, go on." "Well, look at that." "Where shall I put it?" "Ah, well I never!" "Emmanuel!" "Take his horse because he's got no idea." "Ah, what a jockey, eh!" "Look at that." "Hey... the boss wants to see you in his office." "Why?" "I don't know, but he didn't look happy." "What is it now?" "Okay, I'm going." "Hey, what have you done with your dog, you?" "She went for a run." "A run?" "We've already told you to keep her on a leash, dammit." "I swear, what a pain in the neck they can be." "Hey, hey, do you want me to teach you how to talk, eh?" "Look at this little rascal, eh!" "He's just like his father, I tell you." "Ah, come on, eh?" "Go and look for your dog, off you go." "Do I have to go?" "Yes." "You like Thomas, don't you?" "Yes." "Go and find Belle then." "Okay." "You wanted to see me, boss?" "Yes." "You will kindly warn the staff that as from today, people from Fontenelle are strangers to us." "I don't want to hear about them, you hear, not a word, neither from you nor anyone." "Neither me nor anyone." "That means we can't ask you what happened." "No, you can't ask me anything." "Now, another thing, Thomas." "I don't want to see my son hanging around with his dog." "So you're going to take him in hand and teach him what a horse is, theory and practice, from A to Z." "And to start, you can put his dog somewhere where it doesn't interfere with the horses." "The kid won't be happy about it or the dog either." "And it'll be hard, eh?" "I don't know how it'll be, but it's what I want." "Very well." "Whatever you say." "Thomas?" "What?" "It's all over between Sylvia and me." "I understood, you know." "Hey, César, when are we getting out of here?" "Belle doesn't like it here, and neither do I." "Come with your dog, you." "Sorry César, but it's an order from the boss." "You're not going to shut her up." "Are you just going to let them?" "It's with your father that you must work this out, Sébastien." "My father, he'll never be my father." "He's the boss, and bigger than me, that's all." "Come along with your Belle, quickly now." "I don't want her shut up." "But we won't shut her up completely, we'll find find her a nice spot to stay... while the horses are brought out and return." "It won't prevent you... from going for a walk with her when you've finished your work." "What work?" "Well, a little help here and there to Monseigneur or another." "Ah, no, not horses." "Come on, don't upset yourself, eh?" "Why do you let them?" "Why?" "Come on, come with me." "No." "Yes, yes, come on, dear chap, quickly now." "You'll see a little place that'll amaze you." "Here, you see, so while you work with me, you can put her in there." "You see that, it's great, eh?" "It's good it's..." "And then it's also good..." "Look, there's a hut, a hut where she can shelter in bad weather, eh?" "She'll be comfortable enough there, eh?" "She's not happy unless she's with me." "Ah well, precisely, at night she can sleep in your room." "Then, it isn't my business, eh?" "And hey, if you want to go for a run, you can always take her to the woods or the beach." "Are there woods and a beach?" "Oh, I should say so!" "you don't know anything here yet." "And there, she can run her legs off and yours too." "It's only while working and where there are thoroughbreds, no Belle unless she's as good as gold." "Hey, listen to me." "If you want we'll slowly get her used to them, you and me." "Yes, that'll be good." "It'll be good, well, I guess that's ok then." "You won't persuade me that she comes into school with you." "Oh, no, she'll stay outside the door." "Well then, here it's the same." "What do you think of all this?" "Can't she stay with me now?" "No, because now we're going to work." "But you said we'd accustom her." "Wait, we'll see, we'll see," "It's me who's in charge here." "Right?" "Go ahead, take her in there." "Come on." "I'll come back later." "She'll be all right, don't worry, eh?" "." "In a week you'll be very happy." "Why not start now?" "Come on, quick now, get a move on." "Yes, but in a week, we'll see." "But of course, we'll see in a week." "Come on, Let's get going." "She's happy there." "She's fine, come along." "Quickly now, you'll see." "Do you see?" "I did well to take care of that hut." "Didn't I say in a week you'd get the hang of this, see?" "Because I like you, but the boss, I tell you..." "Now, now, stop that, what's this?" "Yes, but in a week, he hasn't even said two words to me, not even hello or good evening." "Yes, I must admit he's not very cheerful at the moment." "I've never seen him otherwise." "Well me though," "I've heard him laughting from one end of the estate to the other." "It wasn't so long ago." "Hey, Thomas." "Yes, what is it?" "There won't be any straw left for bedding soon." "And with the mood the boss is in, I don't fancy going to see him." "Okay, I'll go." "And you carry on, eh?" "You're doing well, I am happy with you, its very good." "Hey, you shouldn't smoke like that, it's not good for your lungs." "Leave me in peace, will you." "Ok." "In any case, I came to warn you, there's no more straw for bedding." "And it's been a week that Monseigneur and Lancelot have been there, apart from the others." "You're not counting on me to train them, are you?" "And the mail, it's me who's going to answer it, perhaps, eh?" "Then, there are things you don't know, But there's talk in the kitchen." "And then there's Mrs Bordier saying, how she can't feed everybody with what you give her for food." "So there's poor Jeannette who doesn't know where to turn, she spends her time being scolded." "It's a mess in the kitchen, I no longer know what to tell them." "So if you don't sort it out..." "Okay, I'll raise the amount I give Mrs Bordier for shopping." "Money, of course." "How much does she need?" "Well, I know nothing about it, you'll have you to ask her, that's your job." "Enough, Thomas, there are limits." "Just because you knew me in short pants." "In short pants." "Ah, in your diapers." "That's right, in your diapers." "Raymond, saddle the horses." "They left with Bordier long ago." "Did you know that?" "No, well, I haven't been paying attention." "Hey, I can't be everywhere." "I've been twice to the village, there was a fuss in the kitchen..." "I was already very busy..." "And it does your horses no harm if they go out once a day anyway." "Here they are now." "Who gave you the order to take out the horses?" "Me, of course." "Well, I didn't give an order, I gave advice." "Somebody had to decide." "I was always taught that horses in full training... shouldn't stop for a week without reason." "I'd also say that Miss Sylvia wouldn't like it." "Besides, these horses belong to her." "And I'm here to defend her interests." "You can pack your bags." "You no longer work here." "Just so as you know, Mr. Maréchal, I won't shed any tears over it." "He thought it best, we can't leave them shut in, he did it for the good of the horses." "Why are you interfering?" "Mr Maréchal, be careful, I don't like being spoken to in that tone." "Oh really, then follow him." "What are you waiting for?" "Don't push it, because my wife and I have had a bellyful of it for a week." "And bags can be quickly packed, because everyone is entitled to politeness." "Us as you, Mr Maréchal." "In that respect, we're not spoiled for some time." "And I'm not the only one to say it." "If you're not happy, the door is open." "What's that about?" "He has to take care of his business if he wants it to work." "Ah, but no kidding, right?" "Everyone has problems at times." "If he's a bit jittery, there's no need to get upset." "We're not getting upset, we're leaving." "And me, I'm with you." "Okay, okay then, go." "Hey, Thomas, where are they all going?" "Don't you worry about it, go and play with your dog, eh?" "So?" "So what?" "So nothing." "I'll do your job as you don't want to do it, eh?" "Someone has to do it." "Okay, then..." "I'll prepare the accounts and then you'll sign the cheques." "Eh... right..." "Paul..." "I just wonder how we'll take care of the horses without all these people, eh?" "How will we feed those who stay without a cook." "I've never been able to cook." "It's only Bordier and Raymond leaving." "Bordier and Raymond each have their teams, that's a lot of men, eh?" "And the others aren't going to hesitate to follow them." "I'm telling you." "To go where?" "The Château, perhaps." "There's jobs at Fontenelle." "If only he cared for his son..." "Right, let's get to work." "Are you hungry already?" "No." "So, you've come to help me?" "I'd like to help you, but that's not why I came." "Are you all alone?" "As you can see." "Madame Bordier isn't coming back?" "I don't think so." "So you're doing the cooking today?" "Todays lunch is ready." "She prepared before leaving." "But tomorrow, I don't know what I'm going to do." "Thomas hasn't told you anything?" "No." "It's like me, nothing's said to me, so I don't know anything." "Even Thomas won't tell me anything." "Huh?" "And you?" "What about me?" "Can you tell me anything?" "Why is everyone leaving?" "What's it all about?" "Why does the boss have troubles?" "I can't tell you anything." "Nothing at all." "Then it's because there are secrets here." "Yes, there are secrets." "And you don't care that I'm here like an idiot not knowing anything." "No, it isn't that I don't care but I can't tell you anything." "Nothing at all?" "No." "Oh, but that's stupid." "I can't figure it out by myself." "Well, here we are." "There's 10 leaving." "Bordier and his wife and then the others." "He surprises you, the boss, eh?" "I'd have to know him better for him to surprise me." "No, I mean, he's not the father you'd have wanted for Sébastien, is he?" "That's true." "I understand you." "You say he's changed a lot." "Yes." "There must be a reason." "For sure," "there's a reason for it." "It's none of my business." "Of course it concerns you, you and the boy, especially." "Listen, César, too bad if I'm fired, but I have to talk because it's suffocating me." "So, here it is." "On the other side of the wood there's a château called Fontenelle." "Our boss was engaged to the girl there." "The other day he went to see her." "And when he came back, it was over." "And yet he loved her very much." "Yes, indeed." "What do you think of that?" "Sébastien?" "Yes." "Sébastien." "The boss thought Miss Sylvia would understand, only what he thought and what happened were 2 diferent things." "Ah, women are funny sometimes, you know, it's jealousy, and it's complicated, eh?" "So, she told the boss to choose between his son and her." "Well, the boss chose the boy, so here we are..." "It means that Sébastien has a father, a truth, that shouldn't be forgotten, eh?" "Wait, César, I'll help you." "Thanks." "Phew!" "It's hot." "Huh?" "Come on, look at that." "What are you doing here?" "Aren't you beautiful." "Well, good job, at least you do what you're told, that's nice." "That's good, I'm happy." "You saw, eh?" "Is that enough?" "Come on, there's still some dust." "Hey, I've been rubbing for an hour." "That you currycombed." "It's the same thing." "No." "Okay, I've currycombed for an hour." "That's it." "She's tired and so am I." "Talk about a slacker." "I can hardly move my arms." "Hey, it shows." "Hey you, it's Thomas who tells me what to do, so shut up." "It's you that should keep quiet." "What's it to do with you?" "He's as gracious as his father, this kid here." "This dog has no place here, or else it's me." "Anyway, don't leave her in my way, otherwise I might use a pitchfork on her." "Well, just try it and you'll see." "And you think I care, especially as your father told you to shut the beast up." "Wild animals belong in a cage." "Leave him alone, it's me who let him." "When the dog's tied up it can't do much harm." "She bit my hand, and still I have to say she's cute." "Liar." "She didn't even bite you." "My word, is he calling me a liar now?" "You'll see soon, after I've seen the boss." "Your ears are gonna burn." "Especially with the trouble you've brought him, he won't be happy." "You've no right to say things like that, I've done nothing to the boss." "Sure, you did nothing to him, poor kid." "You're a millstone round his neck." "No, Sébastien." "You couldn't leave him alone, eh?" "You're always after him, one day or other this was bound to happen." "I don't like dogs, it's stronger than me." "Apart from that, I don't want to hurt this kid." "Liar, you always say mean things to me." "You're all against me, everyone hates me here." "That's enough, Sébastien." "And you, you abandoned me." "Hey there, have you nothing else to do but stand there, eh?" "Watch out César, there are horses out." "What's wrong with everyone today?" "She won't go after the horses." "It's the boy she seeks." "He needs her." "So, these straw bales, do we leave them where they are?" "The Break-up" "Subtitles by Oliver Sanderson"