"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 9:" "FOR YOU, MONSEIGNEUR The beautiful bird chased by the wind." "Sylvia and Sébastien get along better and better." "They have secret meetings on the beach, in the forest, during which Sylvia teaches Sébastien to ride, while learning about the latest news from Joncquieres." "Now in Joncquières, they talk only about the race that Monseigneur has to win." "Maréchal puts all his hopes on a win by his last thoroughbred, a win that can save him from ruin." "Bertrand is aware of this and doesn't want it." "With the help of a former assistant to Maréchal, Raymond, he managed to administer a sedative to Monseigneur on the day of the race." "Monseigneur is beaten." "Pierre Maréchal is definitely ruined." "But Raymond is not satisfied." "Bravo, that shines." "I'd like to talk to you, M. Bertrand." "About what?" "Well, you know well." "You told me to drug the horse, I did it, everything worked as you wanted, but..." "But what?" "Well... you owe me money." "You gave me a part, but for the rest..." "I'm still waiting." "We'll talk about this later and in any case not here." "Besides, you'd better hold your tongue if you want to touch that money." "Some people, I swear." "What's the matter, Raymond?" "You don't look happy." "Is it because of Mr Bertrand?" "Of course not." "Don't blow a fuse." "I say, Monseigneur was drugged the day of Prix du Marais." "Are you crazy?" "It's like I said." "It seems that Maréchal received a letter from the Horseracing Society." "They found a good dose of Gardenal in the saliva from his horse." "Have you lost your mind?" "It's Mario who told me." "He came earlier." "He came to get hired by M. Lambert." "Ah." "Well, he can no longer ride for Maréchal." "It seems that Monseigneur has had it, and could be put down." "You don't put down a horse for a blow to the fetlock." "In any case Mario wasn't getting paid over there." "If he could no longer ride, he said he was no longer interested." "I'll pay you what I owe you, as soon as I can." "I'm sorry, Mario." "Okay then, goodbye." "Leave him alone, he's had it." "Maybe he won't be lame, but he won't race any more." "You're not going to kill him?" "You're not going to kill him because he can't race any more?" "No, don't be afraid, he won't be killed." "He hasn't finished racing, Monseigneur, because I'll heal him." "Listen, Sébastien." "Monseigneur was drugged in his box at the racecourse." "It's impossible otherwise." "Thomas didn't lose sight of him, except when he went to bet, and during this time, it's you who were guarding him." "I want to know the truth, Sébastien, you understand," "I won't be angry." "You're sure you stayed there, next to the horse?" "Sure and double sure." "I swear that I stayed there." "And nobody approached Monseigneur, even to stroke him?" "No." "Look, I have a syringe in my hand with drugs inside." "You saw, it takes no longer than that to inject him." "So, are you sure nobody was able to do it while you kept guard?" "Yes." "But, didn't you speak to anyone?" "If you spoke to someone, say so." "It didn't even last two minutes, and I didn't leave." "And the one who spoke to me, didn't touch Monseigneur." "He couldn't." "And who was it?" "It was Bertrand." "He came to tell me that Sylvia wanted to see me." "But I didn't go, I didn't leave." "Haven't I forbidden you to speak to these people." "You said you wouldn't be angry." "Ah, there's no need to look, it's clear, everything comes from Fontenelle." "They couldn't allow Monseigneur his chance, because he was the only one able to get me out of this mess." "They don't want me to get out of it." "Bertrand didn't touch Monseigneur, or Sylvia either, I swear on my life." "They may not have touched Monseigneur, but they still managed to get you away from him." "They're capable of paying a guy to do their dirty work." "It's not like Sylvia, this." "Not at all." "It looks like Bertrand, they get along very well." "I must go to Paris, to see Biard." "Anyway, it's over." "I have an expiry date in 3 days and another on August 30th." "These are all the papers you signed?" "It's so stupid." "I got to this point because I had the blues." "And the blues, one wonders why." "Yes, that, I however shouted it enough to you in your ears, when there was still time, not to give up everything." "please stop this, Thomas." "And the 3 months that I owe to Mario." "And as for you, Thomas, Celestine and Jeannette," "I don't have a penny to give you." "We haven't asked for anything." "Yes, I know, but it isn't right." "Okay, I think I'll arrange to sell the rest, the car, furniture, the linen, my mother's jewelry." "Oh, hey, not the necklace she wore all the time?" "No more memories, nothing, it's fnished." "Okay, here's a sheet of paper." "We'll do an inventory." "Let's get to it." "So, write down, a Renaissance desk." "When I think of all the hours your father has spent behind this thing." "And my grandfather before him." "Yes, that's true." "Then... an Empire office chair." "You got that?" "What?" "Empire." "Well isn't it regrettable to see this, your father's desk." "Ah, if he were here." "Hey, leave me one or two pans, otherwise what will I cook with?" "We left you the old ones, is that enough." "It's those that you should be selling, not the new ones." "Up we go." "I swear, they have no idea." "What beautiful linen, isn't it a shame to see all this leaving." "And this stack of plates, couldn't we keep a few." "We can't make the service incomplete, it'd be worth less." "So I must content myself with old stuff, all chipped, and there's only 10 of them." "If I break one, what do we do?" "Just don't break any, that's all." "Well, that's easy to say, just don't break any." "And these sheets." "Oh, what nice sheets." "Have you seen these embroideries, Jeannette?" "It was my mother who embroidered them." "Listen, M. Maréchal, these sheets, I'll buy them with my own money." "Right, sale concluded, these things are sold." "And when he gets married, he'll be glad to find my sheets." "I'm telling you." "Well, see you tonight, Thomas." "Hey, how will you get back, since you're selling the car?" "Biard has an old banger in the country he's lending me." "Oh well, he's a nice guy your lawyer, you know, I tell you." "Yes." "Right." "Have a good trip." "Oh, Monseigneur." "What are you going to do with him?" "What do you think's going to happen to Monseigneur?" "He'll stay in his box, the poor thing." "Yes, but you didn't say what we should do to heal him." "Thomas knows." "Okay, let me go, Sébastien, I'm in a hurry, I'm late." "You don't care about Monseigneur." "He's sick, he's of no further use." "He's like me." "So you don't care." "Come here." "Do you want me to tell you what use you are?" "I already know, none." "Well, you're wrong." "What then?" "To give me courage." "It's for you that I want to keep Joncquières." "When you're 18, I'll tell you a lot of things, but... you're too small, so I don't know how to go about it." "Well, goodbye, my little friend." "Goodbye." "You poor thing, you're not well." "What are you doing now?" "Aren't you going for a walk with Belle?" "No." "Why, because of Monseigneur?" "Yes." "What have you done to him?" "You see, I massage him with this ointment here." "We must apply it every 2 hours and after a warm salt water bath." "Here, go and get me some water from the kitchen, will you?" "Okay." "Off you go." "Come on now." "It's a crying shame, all the same." "We don't even have a clock." "How will we know what time it is?" "And no longer a fridge." "Nothing." "Oh I say, it's empty." "What do you want now?" "Some warm water with salt in it." "To do what?" "To put on Monseigneur's leg." "The things you hear!" "Put some water in the soup pot, Jeannette." "Is it warm?" "No, but we're going to heat it." "Where should we bring your warm water?" "To Monseigneur's box." "The warm water's coming." "Okay, come here." "Hey, it can't be much fun having a bad leg." "No, it's not fun." "It's true that you have one too, I forgot about it." "But I'm not a racehorse, it isn't important, eh." "But it hurts, all the same." "Here's your warm water." "Ah, thank you, put it there." "So now, I no longer have a pot for the soup." "What you don't make me do, nevertheless." "When is the race that he's entered in?" "Oh, it's not even worth talking about, that." "Yes, but when?" "August 20th, unfortunately." "So there's still a month and a half." "Ah yes, but... he'd have to be healed in 2 weeks so that we can train him." "Ah, it's not even worth thinking about." "Yes but if he won the race at the end of August, the boss would repay everything and there'd be no more troubles, eh?" "What are you involving yourself in, poor dear." "These things don't concern you." "Why don't they concern me?" "The boss is my father, isn't he?" "He has an answer to everything, that child." "You can say that again." "My cloth." "Well, what about your cloth?" "We're not rich any more." "It's alright, you can have your cloth." "Well, I've finished my treatment now," "I must walk him for half an hour on the beach, with his feet in the water." "It'll be good for my rheumatism." "I'll go with him, if you want." "What, you?" "On the beach." "Of course." "All alone with him?" "Yes." "But you're not capable, laddie." "Please Thomas, let me take him." "What are you afraid of, he can barely walk." "Oh, I swear, when they get something in their heads, these kids." "Okay, go ahead, but..." "be careful not to tire him." "Don't stay long." "Promise?" "Go on, see you later." "Come on." "Hey Jeanette, could you look after Belle, please?" "You're not taking her?" "No, because she'll run amongst his legs." "He'll get excited and you know it's not good for him." "Okay." "Thank you." "He sounds like his father." "Hey, Thomas." "Yes, what is it?" "It's very kind to take care of the horse, he's a beautiful animal, no question," "I've nothing against him, but... all the same, it's not him who's going to garnish my pot." "Well, I've been thinking..." "Yes?" "With the money I have, well, we could perhaps buy some chickens, and then a heifer." "We'll fatten it up here." "It becomes a beautiful cow that we can resell, and then you who are kind, you can dig me a little kitchen garden over there." "At least, just to have some vegetables to hand." "What do you say?" "Oh, but he's a trainer, the boss." "He's not a farmer." "I'll manage it myself, I know about farming." "Well, we should perhaps ask him what he thinks, all the same." "Not for the garden, because I've already bought the seeds." "And the heifer, it's ordered." "Well, I say, you're not big or fat, but..." "Well, there's something up there..." "I do what I can." "I should say." "What's that?" "Huh, where?" "Well, it's a cow." "What's it doing here?" "Well..." "Well, you'll have to ask Celestine." "Well then, did your sales go well?" "Yes, not bad." "I have enough to pay my deadline in 3 days." "Really?" "And after that, I won't have a penny." "Fortunately, I've found a job at Lefèvre." "Really, you're going to be a bricklayer, now?" "He needs a guy to watch the site at night and he can't find anyone." "Oh my..." "So I have my days free to do something else." "Ah, yes, and when will you sleep?" "When I've repaid my debts." "Very well." "Where's Monseigneur?" "Well, it's your son who's looking after him." "Go and see." "Not so fast, not so fast." "Go away, naughty, go on." "Go on Monseigneur." "Come on." "Go on Monseigneur." "Come on." "Today we'll go further, okay?" "Don't you feel like a little run, anyway?" "Who's that coming?" "So, Sébastien, aren't you coming to see me any more?" "Were you sick?" "No, it's Monseigneur who's been sick." "Didn't you know?" "Yes, I knew." "In the region, everyone says he's done for, that he'll never be able to race again." "Don't touch him." "What's up with you?" "Go away, those who gave the drug to Monseigneur." "I don't know them any more." "You're completely stupid!" "I had nothing to do with it." "Why did you say you wanted to talk to me on the day of the race?" "You did it on purpose so that I'd leave Monseigneur alone." "I don't understand what you're talking about." "You told Bertrand you wanted to see me." "The day of the race?" "Yes." "I said nothing at all." "Do you swear it?" "Yes, I swear." "Someone has lied." "It's either Bertrand or you." "It's not me." "Do you believe me?" "So it's Bertrand." "Of course not, it's not possible." "Hey Sylvia, I'm not crazy." "I heard it with my own ears," "Bertrand said:" "Sylvia wants to talk to you." "I never asked him to tell you that." "Does your father know?" "Yes." "What did he say?" "That Bertrand and you paid someone to drug Monseigneur." "As if I was capable of doing such a thing." "Bertrand, perhaps has some flaws, but he's still not a criminal." "I don't know who did it, but I'll never forgive them." "I understand you." "So, it's not you?" "Look me in the eye, Sébastien," "I love all horses and Monseigneur even more than others." "I've known him since he was a foal." "I was there every day during his training." "I know." "No, you know nothing at all." "Yes, I know you came every day to Joncquières, and when I arrived, you no longer wanted to come." "Who told you things in such a way?" "Thomas." "And then, I guessed." "I even wanted to go to Canada so that you'd come back." "You never told me that." "It would have served no purpose, you're stubborn as a goat." "And you, you're badly brought up..." "but I adore you." "Well, if I don't bother you anymore, you'd better go and see the boss." "Okay, so the drug, it wasn't you?" "No, I tell you." "Are you going to eventually believe me, mule head?" "Yeah." "So, can I stroke him now?" "Yeah." "Do you know what you should do?" "Give him a seaweed poultice." "Does it work?" "Of course, that's what we should do." "Sylvia?" "What?" "If the boss came to find you, would you be happy?" "Don't concern yourself with these things, Sébastien." "You could answer me, all the same." "He won't come looking for me." "Yes, but if he did?" "I think..." "I think I'd be very polite to him." "Would you say: "Hello boss, how are you, I'm very glad to see you"?" "Something like that, yes." "Really, well, goodbye." "But, what's the matter?" "I must go home." "Monseigneur, let's go." "Come on." "Sébastien!" "You're completely crazy." "Be good, Monseigneur, I'll return later." "Goodbye, Monseigneur." "Be careful, that's all sown there, you fool." "Do you know where the boss is?" "Huh?" "He's with the cow." "Well, what do you want." "Well, well..." "What?" "Well, come on." "Well, yes, okay, I can't..." "I can't bend my back." "This isn't good, I'll get lumbago, me." "Moo..." "Hey, boss." "You know, it wasn't Sylvia who drugged Monseigneur." "It was she who told me." "And she's ready to work with you." "It's not what she told me, but it's what I understand." "What you "understood"." "Come on, get down." "Sébastien." "Yes." "You haven't gone to work at Lefevre?" "Not on Saturday." "You should sleep in your room, my lad." "No, I can't." "You're really don't like it, eh?" "I should have left you a better bed." "What's the matter with my bed, it's fine." "So why are you sleeping here?" "Because I have to put the ointment on Monseigneur." "We must apply it every two hours." "Well, hey, it's time." "I'm used to it now." "Please, Monseigneur, don't move." "You know, he's not very strong yet, but he doesn't limp any more." "Sébastien?" "Yes." "Thank you for looking after him." "Didn't you know that I slept here every night?" "No." "I like doing it." "I told you he'd recover." "Only, you refused to believe me." "With Sylvia, it's the same, you refuse to believe me." "Okay, it's finished." "Sylvia, is very nice." "And she's not a liar." "And it's too bad if you get angry." "Stubborn thing." "You're not a Maréchal for nothing, you." "Oh yes, that's right, my name's Maréchal, like you." "Sébastien Maréchal." "Oh, that's awful." "I think it's rather nice, don't you?" "Subtitles by Oliver Sanderson"