"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 11:" "THE 14TH JULY DANCE The beautiful bird chased by the wind." "There's a tradition that's much respected... in this pretty little town called Val près de Villene, it's the horse race on 14th July." "Every year on this day," "M. Lambert and M. Maréchal enter their best horses in a race, which takes place on the practice track of the racecourse." "This race isn't official, but it's become a tradition that's part of the celebration, and which enthralls the inhabitants of the town, just as much as the dance or the fireworks." "In addition, Pierre Maréchal was born on 14th July, which has it's importance." "But this year, what would he do?" "Would he dare to come to the celebration, when he had only one lame horse to enter?" "It was at least what the malicious gossip of the region believed." "Who would have guessed... that Sébastien would succeed in healing Monseigneur, to train him, ride him and finally to win the race on the 14th July." "And all this, why?" "To give a birthday present worthy of him to the boss." "And now, they wait for them both on the small town square." "What a mess." "Clear the stage." "And you, are you ready with your flowers?" "And your speech, do you know it?" "Of course." "By heart, eh?" "Yes." "That's good." "Hey you, don't run off." "You strike up the band upon the arrival of the winner," "I mean M. Pierre Maréchal." "Ah, Mayor, Vignelle When do we fire the rockets?" "Don't worry, I'll tell you, in any case, you shouldn't set them off before dark." "Goodness, here they are!" "What a mess this is." "The band!" "The band, I tell you, play!" "And the girl." "Where's the girl?" "She's here, the poor thing." "M. Maréchal, we wish you a happy birthday, and all the people of the town thank you and M. Lambert, for having organized like every year the horse race on 14th July." "As it's your horse which won, we'll give 3 cheers." "Hip hip hip, hooray for Monseigneur, and to kindly ask you to open the dance with the girl whom you'd like." "Hey, how did you learn all that?" "Hip, hip, hip..." "Hooray." "It's time for a waltz..." "one, two..." "Shall we dance, Sylvia?" "Do you mind?" "I thought those two had fallen out." "Well no, you see..." "It's still not this year that you'll open the dance with him." "Would you like to dance, Miss?" "We'll see next year, okay." "Oh, let the girl go." "Well, go ahead then." "But not more than one." "Look at that..." "Hey Thomas, can I leave Belle with you?" "Where are you going now?" "What, where, when." "Well go on then, go." "Ah, I forbid you to do that." "Look at that." "I'd like a waltz, as well." "You too?" "Yes." "Well, Yes, but me with my leg and then the dog as well." "But I can offer you an ice cream if you want." "I won't say no." "Yes?" "So. come with me, you'll see, they're good." "You may as well go, you know." "Clear off!" "What are you doing?" "You shouldn't have lit the pin wheel, how do you expext to see the effect in broad daylight?" "It's not my fault." "Do you torment me on purpose?" "Oh Vignelle." "Get out of here, you." "The next 14th July, you can do it and see how well it goes." "Have you seen them, look." "You think I don't have eyes in my head?" "He's beautiful, your dog." "Yes, she's Belle." "Will you give it to me?" "No way." "Do you know how to dance?" "Yes." "Ah..." "Do you want to try?" "No, I don't know how to." "I'll show you." "So, kids, how's it going?" "You're completely crazy, today, eh?" "Well, well." "Here, have a lemonade, it will be better." "Pierre... try to understand." "Help me a little." "You accuse me of a heap of things for which I'm not responsible." "You think so?" "I made every effort to get closer to you." "I feel like I'm banging my head against a wall." "You're far away... lost in your resentment." "You want me to forget everything because we had a waltz?" "Because you have that look, which you've always been able to have." "You haven't yet realized... that I love you... beyond what is pretty to look at." "You didn't even let me defend myself." "You know too well how to lie." "I love you." "You're jealous of Bertrand." "You're as silly as me." "Don't you understand?" "When I asked you to choose between your son and me," "I was jealous." "I didn't even realize it." "I understood this afterwards." "I was jealous... of what he represented, at any rate, of his mother." "You had never spoken to me about her." "If you knew the importance it took." "Silly." "I love you, I love you." "My love." "I beg your pardon, sir." "I'm sorry to disturb you." "Your father wishes to leave, Sylvia." "He insists that you accompany him." "Tomorrow, 11am, near the fairy tree as before." "Will you come?" "You're leaving?" "Yes." "Did you argue again?" "Oh, no." "Sure?" "Sure." "Do you really want to make a spectacle of yourself, a bit of dignity, come now." "Goodbye, Mayor, it was wonderful as usual." "Thank you, M. Lambert." "Have a safe trip back and a good evening." "I regret that you're leaving us so early, we've prepared a great firework display." "Hey boss, maybe she'll return to Joncquières." "She'll tell me that tomorrow at 11 am, near the fairy tree." "No need to wait for Sylvia, she won't be coming." "I wanted to let you know personally." "I have to speak to you, Pierre." "I've no intention of taking sides." "The attitude that my daughter had yesterday with you displeased me." "She displeased me because I like clear-cut situations." "I won't dwell on the reasons... that led Sylvia to break her engagement with you." "You just have to know that this break up," "I wished it." "I assume that you understand." "Pierre, your marriage with Sylvia is impossible." "But I have the impression that you're not sufficiently convinced." "I'm not even talking about the obstacle posed by your son." "Pierre, the esteem and friendship I had for your father, allows me to speak to you very frankly." "I know he'd have maybe told you in a different way, what I'm going to tell you." "Your financial situation is openly known." "By renewing your relationship with Sylvia, some people might think that..." "Are you trying to make me admit... that your fortune plays any role in my love for Sylvia?" "Who wouldn't think it and..." "who wouldn't say it?" "With good reason moreover." "If you really love her, allow her to forget you." "Before seeing you again, she was close to falling in love with Bertrand." "And it's there that she'll find her true happiness, away from you." "Finally, try to understand." "Don't ruin her life." "You've found the only way to get me away from her." "But one day my fortune will be equal to yours." "In the meantime..." "I give you my word not to see Sylvia again." "Pierre..." "You have my word, sir." "Enough talk." "You're wasting your time and you're wasting mine." "I don't want you to demean yourself stupidly before this man." "He's waiting for me." "I repeat that he won't be there." "I don't believe you." "Go on up to Joncquieres, hurry up." "I've done what I could to stop you." "If you marry Maréchal, you won't get a cent from your father." "He told you that?" "Yes." "Too bad." "I don't give you two months to have had enough of him." "By the 15th you'll be wondering how you'll make it to the end of the month." "I don't know how and where you'll live." "He has nothing left." "In a few days, Joncquières will no longer belong to him." "He has Monseigneur, that's worth a fortune." "Don't be silly, Sylvia." "You're really boring me, and you're making me late." "He's not here." "What did you do to him?" "Nothing, I didn't even see him." "Weren't you by the tree at 11 o'clock?" "I was late." "Well you missed him, because he was there." "He went off like crazy towards the gorge." "He doesn't even want to talk to me." "Pierre." "Pierre." "Pierre." "What happened?" "I was late because Bertrand held me up." "Pierre, you don't have the right." "It's so stupid..." "I've had enough of it." "If you don't return, I'll marry Bertrand." "Sylvia?" "Did you see him?" "Hey, you're crying again." "Of course not." "Yes." "It's grown-ups problems, Sébastien." "You wouldn't understand." "Go on, go home." "I must go too." "Will you come back tomorrow?" "Never." "Sylvia, I don't want you to go." "You have to come back tomorrow to see Monseigneur run." "It's your father who'll take care of you two now." "When he argues with you, he doesn't want to do anything, nothing at all." "I didn't do anything to you." "No, you didn't do anything." "It's not funny, grown-ups troubles." "Good morning." "Hello." "I have news for you." "Tell me quickly." "Yes, but I don't think it's very good." "Do you want to know anyway?" "Of course." "Well, the boss eventually spoke about you." "What did he say?" "Oh, silly things." "Hurry up, Sébastien." "He said, Sylvia and Bertrand were going to get married." "So, I wasn't happy." "I told him it wasn't true that you were going to marry Bertrand." "It isn't true, is it?" "What's the difference, since he doesn't care." "Yes, but it's not me who doesn't care." "Bertrand, I hate him." "I still prefer the boss." "Sylvia, he's on the beach with Monseigneur." "Go and talk to him, eh." "What do you want me to talk to him about?" "That you'd rather marry him than Bertrand, of course!" "I thought you liked me." "I love you too." "It's not true." "Sébastien." "I've had enough, if you love me, you just have to fix everything." "I'm doing everything I can, but it never does any good." "It's not my fault." "I don't know, but it's not funny." "So, are you coming?" "No." "Well, goodbye, you're stupid." "We have to find a solution, Sylvia." "It can't go on like this." "What can't go on?" "This dazed look and this sadness with which you surround yourself." "Do you think if I married Bertrand, I'd be completely wild with joy?" "I have neither the right nor the desire to impose anyone on you." "So?" "Listen, I suggest a trip." "You can go wherever you want." "It's wonderful to be able to offer everything." "Come on Sylvia, don't be so ridiculous." "I want to work." "Ah, what do you want to do?" "Anything." "You were born and raised in a certain environment." "You can't change that." "I find my environment very grim." "Listen Sylvia, time heals many things." "You know, money doesn't make you happy, but it contributes to it greatly," "You construct your life, you don't leave it to chance." "I've loved Pierre since childhood." "Then leave your childhood behind." "Look elsewhere." "I don't love Bertrand." "But you like him and you have affection and esteem for him." "That's pretty much it." "You know, your mother and I always got on with each other wonderfully, but there was never any drama or excess of passion between us." "Yes, she died from it." "Sylvia, please." "Don't get angry." "After all, Bertrand or another." "You can announce our engagement if you want." "Subtitles by Oliver Sanderson"