"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 6:" "THE LAST HORSE IN THE STABLE The beautiful bird chased by the wind." "The arrival of Celestine in the kitchen of Joncquières, begins to restore some order in this house where none remained." "She has a rough and charming way of cheering up everyone, and to direct with authority events towards what she calls the good times." "But she cannot prevent Sebastian from hearing his father one day say to Thomas:" "That one, he's really in the way." "It would've been better if he hadn't been born." "Of course, it's about him, and Sébastien runs away towards the sea." "Pierre Maréchal discovers his son lying at the edge of the waves." "Sebastian, are you there?" "Yes." "Come over here a moment." "Hurry up, come and see." "Hey, what do you say to a little horse ride?" "Now?" "But why not?" "The weather's nice and then Monseigneur would be happy to stretch his legs." "Come on, take the bridle." "Come on, come with me." "You'll see, he'll follow." "But where's the boss?" "Well, he's busy." "Come on." "I'll give you your lesson." "Let's go." "I thought he was going to teach me." "I just told you he's busy." "Well, I won't have my lesson then." "Hey, you, stop arguing." "Do what you're told, and shut up." "But the boss told me he'd teach me to ride himself." "I don't want to hear any more grumbling." "Come on, you're getting on my nerves." "Go on." "Take your feet out of the stirrups now." "what?" "Take your feet out of the stirrups, I tell you." "Come on, now, at the gallop." "Off you go." "Go on there" "No..." "Thomas." "No buts, now." "I told you to gallop, faster than that." "He's galloping." "What?" "Go on there, that's it." "Stop him Thomas!" "Stop me." "You sit on him like a potato." "Look how you're sitting on him." "Stop me, Thomas." "No way, I told you not to be afraid, dammit." "I don't believe it." "They're crazy." "Come on, now!" "Stop him, Thomas." "Go at a walk." "Stop me, Thomas." "Go on!" "Take the reins and go at a walk now." "Oh, but I told you to go at a walk now, eh." "He doesn't want to stop now." "Hey Thomas, is something wrong with your old head?" "What is it?" "You've no idea, making the boy gallop on his first lesson." "You want him to break his neck?" "And why do you let him sit like that?" "Bury him in the ground, it's just the same." "You shouldn't worry yourself like that." "Hey you, shift yourself, get back up on that horse." "Listen Thomas, my whole body's aching." "Go to bed, you're good for nothing." "I don't want to see you any more." "It's strange he doesn't like horses." "No one taught him to like them." "Don't I do it myself." "Yes, but it's not the same." "What does that mean?" "Go to the stables so I don't see you any more today." "The boy expects his father to teach him to ride, himself." "Well, of course." ""Well, of course", that's all you can say." "Can't you shake your boss up a bit?" "I do what I can, he's becoming crazy." "Oh, it's pity." "No, it's a disgrace." "Maybe we should go and find his Sylvia?" "Ah yes, indeed... we did what we could on that side, it's hopeless." "And you?" "What about me?" "Maybe you could go and see her?" "I've already tried." "Nothing more to do." "Of course, what a mess." "It's she who should come here, though." "Men, never give in, they're so stupid." "What are you talking about?" "Pierre, always Pierre." "I thought you were stronger." "What do you care what I think of Pierre?" "I can't erase at a stroke the friendship I had for him." "Friendship, huh." "I'd rather that you had this kind of friendship for me." "Don't you understand?" "No." "Yet it's very easy to understand." "Sylvia." "It's stupid, you're almost my brother." "Your cousin, Sylvia and a very distant cousin." "You're absolutely ridiculous." "We've always known each other." "You've always known Maréchal and you almost married him." "Go away, leave me alone." "Haven't you as much friendship for me as for him?" "You shut up." "Why do you think of him non-stop?" "What do you dream about?" "What are you hoping for?" "Listen to me, Sylvia?" "That's all I've been doing." "Sylvia, don't pretend not to understand." "I love you." "Will you marry me?" "No." "Maréchal is a scoundrel, you know it." "He lied to you, he's a loser." "Stop." "You aren't going with her?" "There are times when she prefers to be alone." "I asked her to marry me." "You have a way of announcing news, you." "There's no news since she declined." "She still loves Maréchal." "Yes, I know." "So, do you want her to stay a spinster or end up in a convent?" "Calm down, Bertrand, please." "I want her to marry you, I've always wished that." "Yet you accepted her engagement with Maréchal." "I accepted it." "Let's say I wasn't firmly opposed." "Now it's different." "Why don't you do anything?" "You realize that Maréchal is only 5 km from here, that she burns with desire to see him?" "If she sees him again, she'll eventually marry him, whether you like it or not." "I don't think so." "Excuse me, uncle, but I can't imagine Sylvia calmly obeying you." "Do you imagine her marrying a crook?" "You mean that Maréchal...?" "Yes, I may be exaggerating a bit." "Since his breakup with Sylvia, he's acquired some very large gambling debts." "He's had to mortgage Joncquières to silence his more impatient creditors." "Do you know who gave him the money on the security of his estate?" "You?" "Yes." "But he doesn't know." "I acted through my bank." "We have the same, him and me." "It made things a lot easier." "Maréchal signed anything." "More wildly and foolishly than I dared imagine." "He'll never be able to meet his deadlines." "Within a month, he'll have to leave the region." "He'll have nothing left." "Not even his horses?" "Oh, I know he's still counting on them." "He plays his fate with the victory of Monseigneur in a fortnight." "Does he have a chance?" "None." "With a horse so badly trained, which has never raced." "If Monseigneur wins the race, it'll be a miracle." "And Monseigneur and Lancelot will be sold within a fortnight, the creditors of M. Maréchal are getting impatient," "I'm taking pains to ensure this." "Uncle, you're a genius." "No." "But I want Sylvia to be happy, and at any price I want her to be rid of Maréchal." "It's amazing how alike we are on this point." "Oh no, Belle!" "Stay here!" "Belle, come here." "Belle, come back." "Aren't you proud of yourself." "There's no reason for that." "Aren't you ashamed?" "Did you see what you did?" "Can't you control your dog, you?" "I tried, only I couldn't." "There are times when she's stronger than me." "You still look very strong." "So she's a girl." "She's beautiful." "Of course, that's her name." "Did you give her that name?" "No, she had it when we met in the mountains." "It's a long story, you know." "Will you tell it to me?" "yes, but tomorrow." "Why not now?" "I haven't time, I must get back." "But tomorrow, I can come back." "I'll come earlier." "Is your story that long?" "Yes, it's as big as this." "You don't have a pin, please?" "No." "Well, never mind." "I'm sorry." "Does it show a lot?" "A bit, yes." "Wait, I'll try to help you." "It's alright, she's very nice, Belle, she doesn't like horses, they make her nervous." "I assure you that she makes the horses nervous too." "Don't worry, we're going." "You know, I can't do anything with your pants." "Will your mother scold you?" "I haven't one, she's dead." "Your father, then?" "He couldn't give a damn, he never cares about me." "Who looks after you then?" "Celestine." "It's her that I'll get in trouble with." "You won't get into any trouble, because I'll come with you." "If I'm with you, nobody will say anything." "Where do you live?" "Over There, it's called the Joncquières." "You... do you know M. Maréchal then?" "Of course, he's my father." "Don't you want me to help you up?" "No, go home." "Aren't you coming with me?" "Well, see you tomorrow." "I won't come." "Don't come either." "Why?" "Hey, I'll come back tomorrow anyway." "Goodbye." "Hello." "It's at this time that you return." "And in what a state." "Naked as a worm to catch cold." "But have you seen your pants?" "It was a tree in the forest." "Yes, that's it." "It came to get you, of course." "You of course... didn't climb it." "Well, a little bit." "Yes, shame on you." "Anyway, we finished lunch and your father wasn't happy, eh." "He saw that I wasn't there?" "Of course, he's not blind." "Yes, but was it him who noticed, or was it you, Thomas or Jeannette?" "It was him." "I took your plate away, casually and he said, where's my son?" "Ah." "He said that?" "Is he going to punish me, then?" "That my boy, I know nothing about." "But you deserve it." "Come and sit down." "Here, sit on this." "I saw a very nice lady on a horse." "What?" "I saw a very nice lady on a horse." "Where?" "On the beach on the other side of the forest." "And did you talk to her?" "Yes." "What was her name?" "I don't know, we didn't say our names." "She has long black hair and blue eyes." "He must have gone on the Fontenelle beach and met Miss Sylvia." "Huh?" "She's called Sylvia?" "We're not allowed on that beach." "You shouldn't go back there." "But why not, girl, since they've met?" "Why shouldn't he go to visit her from time to time, this young lady?" "That's true." "Only, she doesn't want to." "She said that to you?" "Yes, I don't care, I'll go anyway." "I have to tell her the story of Belle." "It's stupid, I thought it was Miss Sylvia." "And it's not her?" "No, it's the lawyer." "This is good." "It's good, eh?" "Please." "Pierre, how did you get so far, so fast?" "I played and I lost." "Such sums, it's staggering." "You know, the races are the races." "You can make a mistake even when you're in the business." "You weren't however a gambler, before." "At any rate, you bet sensibly, right?" "No, in the past, everything was different." "You should make an effort and pull yourself together." "But I make an effort." "I make an effort to live in a stupid world, where there's only incomprehension and cowardice." "It's you who speak about cowardice?" "M. Biard, how I conduct myself is my concern." "How you've changed." "I'm not the only one." "I was afraid of Sylvia's reaction." "I ask your forgiveness for daring to say it you, Pierre, but the attitude of a young girl in such circumstances, is so predictable, so normal." "Normal." "For anyone else perhaps, but not for her." "Couldn't you have had a little more delicacy?" "You should've only taken the decision regarding the child with her agreement." "I may have been clumsy but she showed such a lack of humanity." "Lack of humanity or jealousy?" "Suppose that she judges your past with some bitterness." "Sébastien shouldn't have to suffer the consequences of a jealousy... that I don't understand." "M. Biard, Sylvia no longer exists for me." "Did you come to speak to me about her?" "No." "So, tell me more or less where I am, materially." "It's going to be necessary to mortgage Joncquières, but it won't be enough to pay your debts." "You'll have to sell your horses." "No." "In this case, I see no solution." "I've always said to you, professionally you depended far too much on Fontenelle." "M. Lambert had literally taken you into his service." "I apologize for using that word." "Three quarters of the horses that you trained were his." "And your reputation as a trainer was very poorly known elsewhere." "It has to change." "Sell both horses which belong to you, pay your debts and start all over again." "I won't sell either Lancelot, or Monseigneur," "I'd rather give up the house." "Pierre, I have to tell you that you don't have a choice." "You can't sell the estate in a few days." "With a bit of luck, you can in a pinch mortgage it." "And I repeat, you don't have enough to pay all your debts." "In two races, Monseigneur will have regained all that, he's a hot favourite." "Perhaps, but you signed very short deadlines, and in the immediate future, if you don't silence your creditors, you'll be threatened with prison." "It's not from there that you'll train your hot favourite." "They don't imprison debtors any more, anyway?" "No, but they'll prosecute for fraud." "Are you kidding, Biard?" "Unfortunately not." "I have an incredible file at home." "You signed anything, without the slightest discernment." "But is it so serious as that?" "It's very serious." "Sell at least one of your two horses." "I've just had an interesting offer." "An offer from who?" "Not from Lambert, I won't accept it." "No, from a certain Marville." "Marville..." "I've never seen him here." "You don't buy a horse without knowing it." "One of your men informed him." "Marville trusts him." "Bourdier, do you know him?" "Yes, he was manager here." "But it's Lambert who employs him now." "Yes, but I assure you it's Marville who wants to buy your horse, not Lambert." "You give me your word?" "Yes." "If I sell one of my horses, and mortgage Joncquières, am I out of trouble?" "Provisionally, Yes." "You'll have another deadline in August." "It's when you'll have to to sell the 2nd." "In August?" "There's no problem, by then Monseigneur... will have won back Joncquières and repaid the debts." "It's therefore Lancelot who's going to leave?" "Go ahead, back up." "Go on." "Over that way." "Stop." "Shall I take him?" "Yes, go, go." "What about the saddle, have you sold it too?" "No." "Give it to them, he's used to it." "Okay." "I'll take him." "Come on." "Hey, Thomas." "What?" "Isn't Lancelot coming back?" "Nope, never." "Yes but if the boss earns enough money, couldn't he buy him back?" "Yes, he could possibly buy him back." "You never know, eh." "You're a good little chap, you." "He was his favourite." "I thought it was the other one, Monseigneur." "Both, he loved both of them." "If I were rich, I'd buy Lancelot back for him." "Well, you're not." "And neither am I." "Go on." "He's gone now." "Only Monseigneur remains." "Yeah." "The last horse in Maréchal's stable." "Boss." "Boss." "No, I'm taking care of Monseigneur." "Go and play Sébastien." "Go and see Thomas." "Boss." "Leave me alone." "You can't understand." "Why can't I understand?" "He's a strange guy, you know, my father." "When he's sad, instead of crying, he gets angry, and then he always thinks I won't understand anything." "Boss..." "I'm here." "You'll help me, will you?" "If we want to to buy back Lancelot," "Monseigneur has to be more beautiful and stronger than all the others." "Yes, but that depends on you, because I brush him, Thomas curry combs him." "The litter is all clean, you have only to look," "But then as for the training..." "zero." "And that, we can't do anything about." "You're the trainer." "I'll take care of it." "I promise." "You always promise things and then you do the opposite." "Don't be afraid now, that's over." "Monseigneur goes to work, and me too." "Well, hey... it's about time." "Subtitles by Oliver Sanderson"