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- Is that you up there Louis? - Yes, it's me.

Debi asked me to bring you some coffee and something to eat.

Hang on, I've finished.

I was wondering, up there, what beautiful bird was calling.

And I wanted to know what species it was.

Watch out you don't get pecked!

I'll can handle it.

It's a cross between a magpie and a rooster.

It's called PHOOEY!

See you tomorrow, my little bird.

They're going to see Kobus.

It'd be for him or for Amelie or for the master.

He doesn't look bad, though.

If he hadn't asked for me, I wouldn't have noticed anything.

Look at these hands, Father.

They're dead branches.

They aren't good for anything anymore.

They no longer know how to heal.

Neither massage a sprain...

...or straighten a vertebra.

I'm mostly dying from being useless.

Do you have to confess?

I certainly do.

I need forgiveness...

For myself...

For others.

One day I arrived too late...

...to prevent evil...

...and that evil is still active today.

People have it in their hearts...

...like a bad flu.

What sin is it?

Close the window, Father.

Take my confession...

...and you'll know about it.

Good morning, all!

I have to talk to Stanne Vanasche.

Hi, Kobus...

Were you passing this way?

No, I'm here on purpose.

I have to talk to you...

...on behalf of master Aloysius.

Are you finished, kids? Then go outside.

You too, my girl.

Master Aloysius is going to die.

Before he dies...

...he wants to see you.

It's just that I've so much work to do.

With Louis in the army, there's only one man here.

He'll be back this afternoon.

It's Aloysius who wants this.

Alright, I'll try and pop in on a bike.

You don't HAVE to do it.

What about the beets?

Who's going to strap them?

Do it before nightfall.

Very well.

What's he got to say? What's the point?

Is it going to stop tongues wagging?

Do you know what he might want?

You do know... but you won't say.

You blockhead! The witch would have stopped you.

Leave my mother in peace!

In peace...!

How can she be peaceful with a cross on her belly?

After what she's been.

Louis!

Louis!

LOUIS!

Yes... I'm coming.

He always has to have people under his thumb.

Sit down... I'm not going to eat you!

But I've got to go back.

What if I told your father...

...that we made love.

He'd say "I'm letting my rooster out, so you mind your hens."

Kiss me!

I don't have time, Julia.

- Do you still like me? - Yes, you know I do.

Only six months ago you were more foolish.

Well, I guess I got older.

See you, Sunday?

No, not Sunday. I'm on guard duty.

I'll let you know.

Hi Grandma. Doing your usual?

Don't you do anything else?

I can't explain.

Yesterday there was a south wind...

I could just hear the bell...

...the one for my first communion.

I have to listen to it carefully.

And then I'd go say hello to my brother...

...and then I'd come home.

- You always do the same, eh? - What about you? - It's stronger than you huh? - And you ?

I saw you running around near the Vanasche farm.

You can't help it, can you?

I'm warning you once again...

That boy you are seeing, can only bring misfortune.

I'm going to marry him after his military service.

He told you that?

No.

I don't want to push him.

Be careful that it's not him who gives you the push.

Because then, my girl...

...you'll end up with nothing more than a big belly and 2 eyes to cry with.

You always see things in the worst light.

It's always what's worst, that happens...

..especially with the Vanasche family.

What did the Vanasches ever do to you?

To me... nothing.

But on Judgment Day, I'd rather be in my skin, than theirs.

It has to be said...

You've been a great help to many people.

It has to be said...

Emerance has done badly by many people.

Lets not talk about upsetting things.

However, it's necessary.

That's why I called for you to come.

I didn't do anything... It was Mantry.

He pins it all on me, just because I was born of an evil mother. .

I wouldn't want to die, leaving you all alone...

...with your sin.

I loved my Lodia.

I wanted us to be married...

Why would I have killed her?

Open the drawer, Stanne.

Open the drawer.

That's yours, isn't it?

No!

I never had a knife like that.

Anyway, it was very common.

I found it the next morning...

...not far from Urpousoir.

That doesn't prove anything.

It could have proven something...

...if I'd shown it to the police.

So why didn't you do that?

It was up to you to decide.

I've been waiting.

It wasn't me, it was some vagrant.

The police said that, the newspapers too.

In dying, Emerance passed on her evil powers to you.

That's all idiotic.

What about her gold?

I didn't throw it in the well.

And Lodia's mother?

Can you look her in the eye?

Thank you...

...for coming, Johanna.

Stanne swears that he's innocent.

He's already a murderer...

On top of that, a liar.

I don't have to defend myself.

Even if he's guilty, you must forgive him.

He can't count on me to help get him into heaven.

Beware Johanna...

...you don't lose your own salvation...

...by refusing forgiveness.

I'm not one to change my mind.

Me as well...

I need your forgiveness, Johanna...

...so I can die in peace.

I arrived too late...

...to save Lodia...

...and I did nothing to help the law.

I forgive you, Master.

Because you saved my husband...

...when Stanne's mother was making him die with her witchcraft.

But forgive for Lodia!

No, I just can't do it for Lodia.

I'm not one to change my mind.

Both of you...

...still have enough strength...

...to bear your crosses.

But...

...I...

...have to sleep now.

- Did he speak to you? - No.

You're crazy, with the bus you'd have been there in just half an hour.

I prefer foot transport.

All the same... 15 kilometres, at your age!

It's the pleasant way to do it...

...making your way peacefully.

You turn a corner...

...and there's the steeple!

When you know that it's there, fatigue doesn't count anymore.

Anyway, thanks for the red currants.

They only cost me a bit of trouble.

I'll pay for your trip back.

Two francs?

2 francs is bread for 2 days.

You are so rich from selling your potatoes...

...that I guess 2 francs won't mean much to you.

Since you were last here, we built an extra room on the 1st floor.

You'll have a good bed.

There's no reason to change. I'll be very happy in the hayloft.

But since we have a proper room...

Oh no, the less you ask for...

...the less you bother.

That's it... he's gone "upstairs".

- Who has? - Master Aloysius.

The priest gave him last rites this morning.

Poor Aloysius...!

What a handsome fianc� he'd have made, when he was 20.

But he had miraculous hands.

He'd have lost them, if he'd married.

And now he's up there...

At last.

Thanks for dinner...

Now I'm going to have a good night's sleep.

- Are you sure you won't...? - No, I'll be very happy in the hay.

I'll take you.

After all, she's right...

I remember it being better in the hayloft, than in bed.

True, fatso?

There's no softer mattress.

Wait till I tuck you in!

Pleasant dreams!

You know, Jules, it reminds me of the house...

...when you were little...

...Parenting time.

Yeah, that was a long time ago.

Now you get off to sleep...

...otherwise you won't be awake in time for school tomorrow!

I have to go to Aloysius's place, for the rosary. I'm already late.

Did you see all the people who came for Aloysius?

I did tell you, didn't I?

And what's Anna doing? She didn't come to breakfast.

There's still time to call her.

Come on, up you get.

Hey, Fine... She's dead!

Can't be true!

I'm telling you... it's so!

Good grief!

Anna and... Aloysius.

Can that be a coincidence?!

What are we to do?

What do you know...! One dying to chase the other...

We'll have see to ours.

Poor Anna...

...like that... in the hayloft.

You see how it would have been more fitting to put her to bed.

She didn't want to.

It'd be best now.

Well, I'll take care of it.

Jules, you are to tell little Julia.

And take the truck, you'll be quicker.

Goodness me... What a story!

You go in... I'll wait here.

If you don't get a pardon from Johanna...

...your mother's curse will be on you.

Yes, that's Master Aloysius's goat.

He said that at his death, it should go to Johanna Deryck.

That's too much!

Please stop, Uncle... I have to get off.

- This is how you do guard? - A pal stood in for me.

- You could've told me. - I didn't know where to reach you.

You shouldn't carry on like this in front of everyone.

- My parents don't know. - Well, they will now.

But hey, I haven't proposed yet.

And you're acting like this, won't help.

Take it easy my boy, the Deryck girl is not the one for you.

The Deryck girl ?

The one who was just kicking up a fuss with you.

She has nothing more than the clothes she's wearing.

You can't tell me what to do.

Remember, after the army....

...you owe us two years of work on the farm.

- Alright, and after that? - After...

After that you marry a girl who's well-off, understood?

Can we stop the Deryck girl?

Hi there!

So you've been let out?

It's not too soon.

Hurry up and get changed...

There's plenty of work to do.

Always the same old thing!

- So what's new around here? - Oh, we've had too much rain.

It's been bad for the wheat.

And then Albert gave us mumps. That's why he's not in school.

As for Lisette, I don't know what's got into her.

But she's like a bear with a sore head.

Spring fever.

Speaking of spring...

...we've seen a lot of your Julia lately.

MY Julia? You don't need to exaggerate..

Did she come here to the house for no reason?

"Can you lend me a suitcase?" "Can you lend me a wheelbarrow?"

Under the pretext of moving what her grandmother left her.

That couldn't be much.

I think she just wanted to hear the latest on the army.

But wait... it gets interesting now.

She's at Este, at her uncle's, the potato merchant.

Does that mean something?

It's just that Jules and Fine do very well.

You know Julia is their niece... and they have no children.

They may adopt her.

How might that affect me?

If the girl is chasing you, that could be rather good.

Mother, I wouldn't want her, if she were a millionaire.

It's so hot!

How come that's not cooking yet?

Dear Lord! What a slowcoach this child is...

Lodia would have it done in a jiffy.

And this hair-style?! She's no Lodia!

"It's Lodia... she's no Lodia."

I can't know what she would've done, since I never knew her.

That's why I'm telling you.

And don't give me that martyred look!

Of course Lodia was always in a happy mood!

If the wind doesn't change, we're going to have a storm.

We'll be spending the evening in the dark, We're out of oil.

Do you want me to go and find some?

Well I guess we'll both have to go.

- Lot of work. - No shortage of it.

Look over there.

That one too?

I didn't find anyone this winter to do the pruning.

They're too heavy, too laden with branches.

If a storm hit you, there'd be damage.

It doesn't look good.

I think you'll have to come back tomorrow morning.

If there's any breakage, come and tell me.

Very well.

Johanna Deryck's house is over that way, isn't it?

Right the end of the road.

Is she still living with her daughter?

I think so.

But they keep very much to themselves, and we rarely see them.

This is where she was found...

Her throat full of blood.

And I'm asked to forgive that!

Never, ever!

Say, hasn't that fire gone out?

No, why? Are you cold?

No.

But I'm not warm.

Has it hit you again?

It's such a weird pain.

It starts under my foot...

...which goes numb and feels like it's made of felt...

...and then it climbs up to my shoulder.

It must be rheumatism.

You want me to rub you with the sprains ointment?

Perhaps you need to see a doctor.

A doctor ?

What could he do...?

...if it's my mother, playing tricks on me.

The things you imagine!

It's not my imagination.

It's been since Aloysius died.

The fact that it's starting now....

...is not by chance.

It's not that there's any profit in it, but...

...there's nothing like a hand-knitted woollen.

And then it keeps my hands busy.

Don't you feel well?

Tell me now. You haven't had it off with that Vanasche boy?

How far gone are you?

- 3 months. - In that case, he'll have to propose.

I don't want to.

I don't want to... He doesn't want me any more.

It's more than 20 years since that bandit killed my daughter.

He's had it too good since then.

He was never jailed...

...because everyone was scared of him and his damned breed.

He got all his mother's gold, and all her wickedness.

And he's also like to die in peace.

Oh no!

Don't look at the lightning, pet, it can hurt your eyes.

I love storms, Mother.

It's like all of heaven's bad temper being expelled in one burst.

Afterwards, everything is happy...

The people, the birds, the trees.

Except the trees blown down.

Tomorrow at dawn, go and see Debie's trees, They're badly exposed.

It would be very unusual if there was no wood to pick up.

"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was made flesh..."

"...and made His dwelling among us."

Where are you going?

Close the shutters or they'll break.

I could hear a strange bird...

...but I never imagined it would be such a pretty one.

It's you!

I'm collecting some branches. That's allowed isn't it?

You mean the right to take them without asking anyone.

Don't worry, I'm not here to enforce laws.

On the contrary, I'll give you a hand.

I'm just about finished.

It'll be quicker if I help.

It's my job... I'm a pruner.

I thought you were a soldier.

And I was asking myself who you were...

...when I last saw you in front of Master Aloysius's.

Now I know.

You're Vanasche's son aren't you?

Yes, my name's Louis.

Could we meet, some time?

That's not possible.

Why?

My mother doesn't want me to see anyone until 21.

- That's OK then, I'm 21. - I'm not.

You don't have to say anything.

You don't know my mother!

When you go walking on the meadow, because you will, I've seen you....

...Go on to the little wood.

I'll wait for you tomorrow night at 6 o'clock.

I have to go now... otherwise she'll be looking for me.

She's no mother... She's a prison guard.

Thanks for helping me.

So say... shall I see you?

There are things which prevent it.

Don't you like me?

It's not that. There are things that prevent it.

Tomorrow evening at the little wood.

You didn't meet anyone?

Who could I have met?

Debie of course! He'd be coming to check his trees.

No, I didn't meet Debie.

Stanne...

Stanne...

I'm going to die.

Help me.

I'm afraid.

Come closer, Stanne.

You must understand me.

I can no longer keep my powers.

I mustn't be buried with them.

If I keep all his secrets to myself...

...I would never rest in my grave.

The others don't want to, they are afraid.

You are like me... understand me...

Help me.

I have all this mud on my heart, it's choking me.

Come to me Stanne.

Good God, no!

It's been a long time since I had that dream.

Rosa!

Rosa!

That niece of yours is quite a beauty... You did right to keep her.

It looks like your son thinks the same way.

Well, he'll have to settle down some day...

...if he can afford it.

I'll be sorry when she leaves us...

It's nice having a young lady in the house.

- She livens things up. - Hello, postman.

Bit of a card, your boss!

That's squelchy madame!

Just like dung in the morning!

Really! Uncle!

You'll have to find another dress.

It's already visible?

No, but in 2 months...

We won't wait two months to find Vanasche.

It's best to strike while the iron's hot.

It can't be any hotter!

Good God, Julia...!

Wild oats sown straight off!

Jules! Really!

It's not her fault... it runs in the family.

Take my sister... Anna, the poor thing. Her first son.

Your uncle Fernand... Born 3 months after the marriage.

My mother did the same...

And in the end... it's good.

If I'd been a girl...

...I couldn't have been married in white.

I'm telling you... It's in the family, Julia.

Anyway, joking aside...

...tomorrow we take the cart, and we go find Vanasche.

- Both? - Yes.

I'll make the most of it by buying some spuds from Stanne.

You've got to find a way to nab your culprit.

I have written to him.

He still hasn't replied.

It seems to be impossible.

You just have to look at him straight in the eye.

He may be the one to surrender.

You think so?

Lodia?

I haven't slept all night.

I can only think of you.

It's funny...

I was sure we'd see each other this evening...

...despite...

Despite the things that come between us.

What things?

If you were told that I'd been with another girl, yes that's true.

I have been.

But that's over now.

You're all that matters to me.

Believe me...

If you really don't want us to talk together...

...just say so, and I'll leave.

Listen, it's true...

There are things that come between us.

But just tell me what they are!

It's because of your father.

Before I was born, he...

...he stabbed my sister to death.

- That's just scurrilous gossip. - My mother says it's true.

And my life's been ruined by it.

I had to be so like this sister, that my name is Lodia, too.

I can't even do anything with my hair.

She was brave, so I'm not allowed to fear anything.

And I'm afraid of everything.

But even if it were true...

...must I suffer for my father, and you for your sister?

It's beyond me why he would kill her.

Because she didn't want any more to do with him.

I can understand that.

If she were as beautiful as you, it would drive anyone crazy.

Everyone says your grandma was a witch.

When she died, she left you her gold.

- Nothing wrong with that. - No, the gold was cursed.

She earned it from her sorcery.

You're talking a lot of nonsense!.

- Old biddies' tittle-tattle. - Maybe.

But when Mum talks about it in the evenings...

I feel chilled to the bone.

I'm afraid.

I'll forbid them all from saying these untruths, behind our backs.

The two of us will go to the church, with our heads held high.

To the church?

Yes, I'm going to marry you.

You'll marry me? You will?!

That'd be wonderful!

I'll call you Lodia.

But you don't have to be like the other one...

You'll just be you..

I like you so much!

We'll marry despite my mother and your father.

Despite everything.

Why are you so quiet?

I'm afraid.

Did you bring a mirror?

Yes, in my purse.

Have a good look at yourself...

With that hair...

...you're as pretty as a peach.

Young Vanasche will be gob-smacked.

You're the picture of a bride-to-be.

Get off here, my pet... He should think you're on your own.

Otherwise he'll take off.

Don't you say hello anymore?

Oh, it's you.

Hello Julia, how are you?

How am I?! Didn't you read my letter?!

Have I ever proposed marriage?

Did I propose to you?

Did I take you by force?

No.

But you're still the father of my child...

...and you should marry me.

Listen Julia...

I would.

But my parent's wouldn't want it.

It's not worth even asking them.

Because you have your mother's name and you don't have any money.

My mother's name...

...and the one your child will have... Is that all it is?

Oh Louis, my sweet...

...you just don't like me anymore.

But why?

Why?

My sweet....

Listen Julia...

...I couldn't, any more.

I do like you, but we don't know how it would go, and we don't really want it.

That's not true... I've always wanted you

If I married you, we'd just end up fighting.

And then I'd go.

You're an attractive girl, Julia. You'll be sure to find someone.

A husband?!

Why not?

Who'd be father to your child?

Maybe a good one.

You really do despise me.

Go then, you murderer's son, grandson of a witch!

You're just as bad!

Now it's me, who doesn't want you any more!

What you just said, others have said...

but I won't stand for it anymore.

If it's a knife you're looking for, so much the better.

Do as your father did, that's all I ask.

Here... that's all I have.

This is my pay for the month. You'll get more.

Louis...

Louis!

Julia, don't hate me.

I can't explain.

There should be carp down there.

The goat...

Aloysius's goat.

Tell me, Master Stanne...

Do you know that your son has got a girl in trouble?

And that he refuses to do the right thing.

My son was a soldier.

I couldn't watch him every time he got leave.

No...

But there's a baby...

So he either marries or pays..

I've already paid her something, but that's because I was happy to.

You only did your duty.

She has nothing in writing from me.

No, but she has all the other.

There's no law against taking a girl to the movies.

If she leads the boys on, and gets knocked-up, it's her lookout.

It could be anybody's.

It's yours.

You saying it doesn't make it so.

I dropped Julia very quickly.

She's the sort of girl who throws herself at you.

Not the sort of woman who could run a farm.

As soft as white cheese and as silly as a pussy-cat.

Be that as it may, she's our daughter at the moment.

And who's to say that one day she won't inherit all we have?

We don't have children of our own.

That puts a different slant on it.

Tell me Louis, is it your baby or not?

I'm not marrying.

And I'll only pay what I feel like paying.

Very well.

I only came because that idiot Julia is still clinging onto you.

I'd prefer she married someone else.

A decent boy...

...who'd help Jules in his potato business.

But someone who still has to wait 6 years...

...before being sure he's not going to prison...

...should be making things less difficult for his son.

That stuff about prison... She doesn't know what she's talking about.

But as for the other things...

...if you could get involved in Jules' business.

At least it's worth considering.

No, impossible... I just don't like her any more.

You'd like her again if it was worthwhile financially.

I'm in love with someone else.

And she's the one I'll be taking to church.

I trust she's a bit classier.

That she is.

I want her so much, that I'd kill her rather than lose her.

You'd probably appreciate that, father.

What's her name?

Lodia Deryck, the other Lodia's sister.

To have the house to ourselves...

...with the small plot of land and the cow...

...we had to work hard.

It took the three of us... your father, me and Lodia.

We sometimes worked on farms, at sowing and beet harvesting.

A man's wage and two women's wages.

But we all got just as tired.

In the evenings, after the soup...

...we were quite happy to get back home.

Who could that be, at this hour?

Who's there?

Louis Vanasche.

Louis Vanasche?

The Vanasches have call to come here.

It's on a quite honest matter.

Nothing honest can come from the son of your father.

For heavens sake, would you open the door. I come as a friend.

Go to the barn, my girl!

Don't come back until this lout has left.

Just stand there by the door.

No son of Vanasche is to sit under my roof!

What do you know for certain about my father?

What everyone else around here knows.

Nothing's ever been proved, and he's never admitted anything.

He'll be obliged to, when he faces God.

I didn't come here to talk about my father.

I want Lodia to be my wife.

You don't seem to appreciate that I will be the richest farmer in the region.

If what's said about my father is true...

...he'll die from rage, and you'll be avenged.

All he owns will come back to your daughter.

But you don't understand a thing!

You heard all that.

If you ever talk to him again, I'll tan your hide.

He has Lodia's blood on him.

As long as I live, you'll never marry the son of the man who killed my daughter.

Even though, in avenging her I'm risking my own salvation.

- Your salvation? - My salvation, yes!

Aloysius said to me, when he was dying...

"Forgive...

"You'll risk not going to heaven if you don't forgive."

I don't want to suffer for someone else. Why do I have to inherit this murder?

Do I have to kill myself, to better resemble her?!

- Do you forget what your name is? - It wasn't me who chose it.

She dares to stand up to me!

Go to bed! I'll finish your tasks.

Kill herself?!

Kill herself?!

As if I hadn't already had my share of calamity.

To kill herself... we know what that means at her age.

At the first opportunity, she'll be seeing him...

...and you know very well what that could lead to.

I do.

This boy...

...is he a drunkard?

No... I can't say he is.

Is he dishonest?

No.

So what's the problem?

He's Louis Vanasche...

The son of Stanne Vanasche, who has the Vene farm.

Vanasche?

But I believe they're good people, the Vanasches... a lovely family.

Aren't you aware, Sister...?

Stanne Vanasche, the father...

He's the one who killed my daughter...

...my first one.

That's a very serious accusation, Johanna Deryck!

I'm ready to swear on it, by all that's sacred!

Nobody ever knew for sure what happened there.

A mother can't be wrong.

You've been lucky.

It's also lucky to have a sensible daughter.

Up to now, yes.

But I can't keep her tied to my apron strings.

One day when my back is turned she'll run off to join him.

She said "Why do I have to inherit this murder?"

- She said that? - Yes.

Then I think something must be done.

It's best that she doesn't stay at home.

That's what I was thinking, Sister.

If you like, I'd be happy to take her in here.

We happen to need a new servant just now, but...

...a convent is not a prison.

Nobody can force her... not even you...

...if her destiny is elsewhere.

Take her in that's all I ask. I know it's the best decision.

In time, she'll forget about him.

If that is God's will, Madame Deryck.

How much will she be paid?

She'll be paid the same as the other domestics.

That's fine.

But she's not to be allowed outings, without my permission.

You're right.

It's best that she sees you as little possible.

Stanne!

How's the cow?

Not well.

Not at all well.

I even put a cross on the door.

If that doesn't help, it can't do any harm.

And here's me in bed, feeling useless.

- I'm going to get up. - No, don't worry.

You're not to stand up.

Would you like some buttermilk?

It's good for the stomach.

I'll ask Lisette.

I'm sure having a run of bad luck.

First my wife, and now the cow.

What have you two got against me?

Don't worry about me... it's just women's problems.

My stomach's endured too much of them.

It can't go on like this... We have to make a decision.

You think so?

I'll sort it out.

There, there, girl.

Take it easy.

Animals are like my legs.

They have to give way, before you realise they're not that strong.

Holy Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you.

You are blessed among all women, and Jesus the fruit of your womb is blessed.

Stanne, what happened? Did you fall down?

I can't go on like this.

I have to tell you everything.

Tell me what, dear?

You need to know.

When the witch was dying...

... she hugged me very hard, she passed me her powers.

It felt like mud inside me.

Like in a bad fever.

I'm cursed, Rosa.

In her lifetime your mother never had illness problems.

Maybe because she could throw them onto other people.

But I don't know how to do that.

So it's me that carries all the ailments... Yours, mine, even the cow's.

Aloysius was right...

At night I feel like I want to run in the woods...

Praying to the moon, like that dead old woman.

You really think it's possible?

Aloysius had predicted it on his deathbed.

At the least, Johanna Deryck must forgive me.

Forgive you?

You need her to forgive you?

Lodia didn't want any more to do with me.

I'd told her that my mother had passed her powers onto me.

Then, instead of consoling me...

...she pushed me away and said she never wanted to see me again.

And then?

I became feverish.

No one should ever carry a knife with them.

I know where the knife is.

I should take it to the police myself.

If you go to prison, it will destroy us all.

I've known all you told me, without you being aware.

Johanna has to forgive me.

That's what Aloysius said.

Unless she denounces you.

The best would be to go to confession.

The priest can hear you, but can't report it.

It'd be enough that I confessed?

Go quickly, Stanne dear...

...before the devil takes us away.

You're looking glum, boss...

Got troubles?

Sure have, right now.

Far more than he deserves.

Tell me, you've at least seen the doctor?

Yes, he wanted to put me in hospital for an operation.

Things are bad enough as it is.

So I have to stay in bed.

Well you know best.

But if you have to go to hospital, you should.

And that cow... will you have to cut it up?

I just don't know.

Louis, take him to the stable. I'm not up to it.

About prayers...

I'll have to remember them, if I'm going to see the priest.

That's true.

Repeat after me...

I confess to Almighty God...

I confess to Almighty God...

to blessed Mary ever Virgin..

to blessed Mary ever Virgin...

to Michael the Archangel...

to Michael the Archangel...

Your cow was dead. Why did you call me?

Do you know what it died of?

A strange ailment.

Its tongue was quite green.

I've never seen that in this part of the world.

If it's an epidemic...

...beware, for others.

Do I have absolution?

Yes. Go in peace, and pray.

But don't forget that God grants forgiveness...

...only if you repentance is sincere and complete...

...and that you show contrition.

Contrition?

Yes, grief and hatred for your sin.

I'm ready to recite all the prayers.

Yes without doubt. But your fault is great.

It must be detested... to erase the hatred in your heart...

...and you must try to banish the evil that you have around you.

I won't go to jail, anyway?

You must do what your conscience dictates.

My conscience?

My conscience...

What do I know about it?

Pray... and I shall pray too, that God enlightens you.

Very well.

Thanks anyway.

Get away from here, you lout!

I don't have my Lodia any more, because of you!

She's gone abroad... You'll never see her again.

If you go on prowling around my house, I'll complain to the police.

Are you dreaming, Benjamine?

I'm sorry, Mother.

Let me...

I'm quite strong enough.

A pretty little thing like you!

A man should make you into his babe.

I don't have to do this. I hate being locked up.

I'll bet you have a sweetheart on the outside, eh?

Does he know you're here?

I don't think so.

What if I let him know on Sunday, when I'm going to mass?

Maybe you've got a franc or two for my tobacco?

I don't have any money. My mother gets my wages.

Is your sweetheart well-off?

Yes, his parents are rich.

All in good time.

I'll work something out with him.

It's Louis Vanasche.

The poplar pruner... I know him. A handsome boy... My compliments.

Hello there, lumberjack!

What is it granpa? What?

There's a crow in your tree.

While you're up there, your sweetheart's being changed into a babe.

Are you talking about Lodia?

The sisters call her Benjamine, but I'm sure it's the same one.

Did you say "sisters"? What sisters?

The ones at the Este convent.

If you're lying, watch out.

Oh, he thinks I'm lying!

I'm the gardener at the convent, so I have my ways to get in.

If you give me some tobacco, I may be able to show you how you can see her...

...and also talk to her.

Well, here's 5 francs.

No... I really AM lying!

All the best. May you blow with the wind!

Wait there... here's 6 francs for the information.

10 francs.

It's just that it's difficult for a lover to get into the convent..

10 francs now, and 10 francs if I get to talk to her.

That'll do nicely, now listen...

If you're rushing to name your son, it's a bit late.

He already has a name.

Really?

Yes. That of a nice boy who wants to marry me.

I heard about Jeff, the postman's son.

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

Coming from you, I appreciate it.

You'll forgive me if I don't invite you to the wedding?

I have to get going. I'm in a hurry.

You're always in a hurry.

I got to realise that.

Goodbye Louis, and good luck, anyway.

Hey there, my man, it's not this way. You'll have to turn around.

If those devils ever get in anywhere,

we have to clean up after them.

They're a necessary evil.

My rheumatism tells me that we still need to enjoy a fire.

To think that it's an inferno that warms our paradise.

Excuse me, Sister...

I need to get into the cellar to open the window.

But it's forbidden to come in here.

One moment, I'll open for you on the other side.

Here, this is for you.

And what are you waiting for? Go on back!

We'll dump this Benjamine.

Then you'll wash it, and you'll see how soiled it is.

Come in.

It's you, Benjamine?

What is it that's so important?

Reverend mother, I have go back home.

Your mother put you in here to work.

You have to obey, my child.

I have go back home.

Is it because of that boy, Benjamine?

I want to go back home.

Don't you like the convent, anymore?

If you force me to stay, I'll let myself die.

Its alright, Benjamine.

Go to your room, and pray.

Only after that will you really know what you want.

You are certainly your father's daughter.

Stubborn as a mule.

So "Mademoiselle" succeeded in being dismissed from the convent.

And all that because she was still thinking of that Vanasche boy.

Do you hope to have more willpower than I do?

Look what Louis gave me.

You can see that I have to marry him.

Is this really gold?

Gold!

This boy must be crazy about you, to give away his gold.

I don't have anything.

But I'll give him my life, if I have to.

You life?

I'll never let you do that.

Once is enough.

A person can't be forced to live.

If you want to keep me, you have to do what Aloysius said.

Forgive Stanne.

For me to pardon him...

...he's have to be about to die.

About to die?

If that's what it takes, I'd go to his house and smash his head in.

Yes, Mother, I would do that.

Since it's him who prevents everything.

Lodia...

"Lodia"?

Mother, that's the first time you've called me by my name.

He doesn't have to be killed.

There'd be even more bad blood between us.

But you just gave me an idea.

I'll do like my grandma, who was at war with her neighbours.

At night, she would get up, and go bang on their door, shouting "fire".

- It drove them mad. - You won't burn their farm down?

No, I don't want to do anything stupid.

Not to his family.

It's Stanne that I'm after.

I want to burn a hole in his heart.

How? You're not a witch.

When you do something evil, you become one, a bit.

Lodia!

Lodia!

Lodia!

Lodia!

Rosa, did you her that, too?

Yes, Stanne. I'm afraid.

Quick! Light the lamp!

Lodia !

It seems to be going away.

But it'll come back.

It's been going for three days.

At night I can't tell if I'm still hearing it...

...or if it's only a dream.

It can't go on for ever.

Stanne, you have to do something!

It's only affecting us now... tomorrow it could be the children.

I'd like to shed my skin, like it was an old rag.

And me, my soul... I can't take any more.

Very well...

I'm going there.

Not to prison, Stanne?!

No.

The children shouldn't be hurt.

I've already done enough that's bad, as it is.

Johanna has to forgive me... or else.

Or else, what?

Or else there'll be more to talk about me.

I wouldn't be the first person to drown himself.

Stanne!

Goodbye, wife.

Where's father going off on a bike to, at this hour?

Don't let him go alone. He's not well.

- Follow him from a distance. - Where's he going?

To Este.

Johanna Deryck's.

I'm on it!

Johanna!

Johanna!

Open up!

It's me...

Stanne Vanasche.

For God's sake, let me in!

Johanna!

Mother?

Mother?

I don't understand...

She's not here.

You go to the stable.

You'll not stay under the same roof as this man.

Here we are at last, face to face.

Since Aloysius.

We weren't face to face, that day.

You lowered your eyes, and I turned my head.

Today I can see those eyes of yours...

...and I can read all that there is behind them.

- Is that you Louis? - Yes, Lodia.

Oh, Louis I'd given up hope.

I do think it's the end of our misfortune.

Of all our misfortunes.

He just swore to me that he came alone.

He didn't know that I was following him.

I felt that he shouldn't come alone.

Well, my boy, he certainly won't be leaving here alone.

It's an attack, Louis.

It'll pass.

It numbs me...

Like a sort of death.

It's alright, father, I'll help you get home.

Before daybreak...

...I can't have people seeing me like this.

We need a strong wheelbarrow.

Let me take it now.

It's heavy.

No more than a sack of beets.

Where are you going?

He needs to go this way...

Right, Stanne Vanasche?

Do you recognise the place?

Quickly, Johanna...

I feel that I'm slipping...

Before this ground that has drunk the blood you shed...

In front of this chapel, the last thing seen by my Lodia...

I forgive you, Stanne Vanasche.

Thank you Johanna.

Thank you.

It wasn't easy to change my mind, but I finally did anyway.

You can tell your mother that we'll pray for him.

I'll tell her.

Johanna Deryck, you have nothing against me now?

No.

What has passed is behind us.

You can come and visit us on Sunday afternoon.

But not in the evenings, before the engagement is public.

You hear that, Lodia ? No evenings.

Yes, Mother.

We shan't go any further, it's up to you to take your dead home.

You may kiss the girl.

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