"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 13 THE RETURN OF CÉSAR The beautiful bird chased by the wind." "At Fontenelle, they celebrate the engagement of Sylvia and Bertrand, and this, Raymond cannot bear." "He talks of his accomplice, Bertrand, and the hatred that had driven him to drug Pierre Marechal's horse." "He drinks to drown his remorse, and when he drinks, he has the courage to speak." "So the day of the engagement, half-drunk, he finds Sylvia and confesses the truth to her." "She leaves everything," "Fontenelle, the reception and guests and gallops to Joncquières." "Bertrand was waiting in the woods." "He tries to stop her." "She whips him with all her might and continues on her way." "As she tries to win back Maréchal in spite of everything," "Bertrand joins them." "A fight breaks out between them." "Maréchal is stronger but Bertrand won't admit defeat," "That night, he enteres the garage, he gets under Pierre Maréchal's car." "A sort of criminal madness seizes his mind, and it's at this moment that Sébastien surprises him," "What are you doing here?" "I'm fixing the car, as you can see." "It's not true." "You were trying to saw something." "I'm going to tell the boss." "If you don't say anything," "I'll give you something, a nice present." "What do you want me to give you?" "I'll tell, I'll tell." "Don't be afraid," "I just want you to keep silent." "You have to be quiet." "She'll wake everyone up." "What's all this noise?" "Hey, you!" "Dear oh dear..." "What's going on in this kid's head." "He'll make me go crazy, I'm telling you," "Still, I'll have to go and find him." "Don't make any noise." "Sébastien?" "Blasted kid." "Making me run about like this at my age, it's just not right." "He isn't in there, Sébastien?" "Ah, I swear to you, this is something, well really." "Sébastien?" "Aargh!" "No!" "I'll tell, I'll tell." "You'll keep silent." "And you, let go of him or I'll knock you down." "Thomas!" "Get out!" "I saw him under the car sawing something." "He didn't want me to tell, but I will." "He did it so that the boss would be killed," "I'm sure." "You're not hurt are you?" "Damn it... if he'd touched a hair of your head." "Report, offending vehicle." "Facel Vega, blue." "99PF06." "Heading toward the intersection." "Did you see that clown." "My word it's a madman." "I'm sure gonna stick the cops hot on the tail of that one." "Car 3 here, over." "Take up pursuit of a stolen car." "Grey Versailles, an old model." "Okay." "It's the Versailles." "Oh my..." "He skidded on the gravel." "Really, look where you're driving." "There's nothing I could do." "Where's the owner?" "He's over there." "He's that one, the big one." "It's worth having the TV to see that." "But I can't watch, with all these people here." "Don't get upset, it hasn't started yet." "You see, it's still the football." "Could I have a packet of tobacco." "Right away." "Oh, César, perfect timing." "What a surprise." "Yes, indeed." "Move out of my way." "I beg your pardon." "Ah, César." "So, here you are, back from Canada." "Good old César." "Well, it's about time." "I'm pleased to see you, fickle so-and-so that you are." "And me too, a pleasure." "Ah, it looks like she's grown, this one." "Oh dear, even more than is necessary." "It surprises you to find us at the Café, right?" "And then to see the dog, without the boy." "I know you pretty well." "Come on, sit yourself there, I'll tell you everything." "Yes, but I'll have to see M Maréchal as soon as possible." "Well, just watch the TV, you'll see him right now." "The Grand Prix du Parc is on shortly, that's why we're here." "Oh, sit down." "Denis, go fetch some chairs, come on." "You're standing there like a statue," "You too, go and fetch some chairs." "Excuse me, here's your pack of tobacco." "Thanks." "Thank you dear fellow." "The boy is over there in Paris, with his father." "At Longchamps." "Yes, for me it's the same thing." "Ah." "I'd have liked to go, and Thomas too, only they just had enough to pay for both of them with the horse." "With Monseigneur." "Yes, of course with Monseigneur, let me speak, you," "He's a good horse, you know, César, he runs fast." "And he'd better run fast because otherwise, eh..." "M. Maréchal hasn't a penny." "Nothing but debts," "If his horse doesn't win, they may not have a home tomorrow." "It's as bad as that?" "Even worse." "All my savings are gone." "It's not that I regret it, but I wonder how it will end." "And how are things between Sébastien and his father?" "Oh well, in that respect, no problem." "When Sébastien looks at his father, you'd think he sees the good Lord." "It's because that little rascal there, he's just like his father." "Ah, he has horses in his blood." "And then you should see how he rides." "Everything's okay, then?" "You're kidding!" "It's me holding the purse strings." "I know what it's like to have nothing to put in it." "Would you mind keeping quiet." "We can't hear anything." "Don't get exited, it's still not time yet." "Say César, didn't Sébastien write to you that Miss Sylvia's cousin died?" "Yes." "And that cast a chill, I can tell you." "Mind you, he was a real scoundrel." "Ah yes, indeed." "But scoundrel or not, M Lambert was very fond of him." "And he tried to put into the girls head that if her cousin had killed himself," "And had committed all these horrors, it was her fault," "Because, instead of loving this unfortunate Bertrand, she had the good taste to be in love with M Maréchal, and me, I understand her." "Quiet now, or I'll make a scene, it's starting this time." "Ladies and gentlemen, good day." "On this August Sunday the weather is lovely at Longchamps, and among the audience of the Grand Prix du Parc, you'll recognize a few owners," "M Lambert, his daughter, the lovely Sylvia," "M Corbier," "M Pierre Maréchal, owner and trainer of Monseigneur, a horse of which we expect a lot." "You bet." "Shut up a minute." "However Monseigneur has little chance against horses like Mirage 3, Voltigeur, or even Dalvina, M Corbier's mare, let alone the favorite, San Pedro." "How's that?" "Hush." "On the whole, the horses got off to a good start, in the lead down the straight, first, Boniface, in second position, Prince Rouge, then the favorite San Pedro, ridden by Thomas Gerard." "A horse moving up, Monseigneur." "This horse shows extraordinary form." "For a first big race, it's truly exceptional." "Mario lets go, damn it, take the inside track," "At the turn, Monseigneur takes the lead." "It's extraordinary." "Monseigneur leads by a neck." "He still goes ahead, he's going to win." "He leaves the favourite on the spot." "Monseigneur passes the post with two lengths ahead." "He's won." "An unexpected victory, and a horse which will be much talked about." "Are you buying us drinks?" "No, it's on me." "But look, finally." "Bravo M Maréchal." "Did you expect a victory so exceptional, so surprising?" "Of course we expected it." "Monseigneur is the greatest champion, and the boss is the greatest trainer." "Thank you, gentlemen." "Hey, no pictures, no, no." "Well me, I'd never have believed it." "Hey Duval, I'm really bowled over." "And me." "And me, even more." "Let's grab a lemonade." "Me, I'm thinking about a dress for the wedding." "Hey there, not so fast." "You're well aware that M Lambert doesn't want this marriage." "Hey, you're kidding." "Nothing can stop it." "Perhaps, but even so, he won't attend it." "It's he who'll lead his daughter up the aisle." "I bet you he doesn't." "What would persuade him?" "Me." "You'll be happy together, and with the Lord." "Would you stand up, please." "M Pierre Maréchal." "Do you take as a wife before God and the church, Miss Sylvia Lambert?" "Yes." "Miss Sylvia Lambert, do you take as a husband before God, and the church, M Pierre Maréchal?" "Yes." "Will you join your two right hands, please?" "And now I'll bless them to unite your consent." "Sébastien." "Sébastien." "Where are you going?" "For a walk." "Sébastien, go to your place." "I can't," "I have to tell Belle and Monseigneur they said yes." "They said yes, doesn't that make you want to run?" "There, here we go!" "This is terrible, I hold onto one and the other one gets away." "We'll have words later, me and him." "Ah no, leave my son alone." "And ever live in mutual love." "Through Christ our Lord." "Amen." "Subtitles by Oliver Sanderson"