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Come on, Fred.

Sing.

WINTER

Alice! Hurry up!

Come on.

One, two, three, four.

Thanks, Papa.

Should I order the com?

Should I order the com? Yes, and 8 tonnes of fertilizer.

OK.

Are you going to the bonfire? Yes, of course.

You won't be like last year, Louis?

Come on, Luc. You've got to chase winter away.

He's a beauty.

Thanks. Not you, Thierry.

Uncle Winter. It took me two days to make.

Alice!

Homemade honey!

Hot milk!

It's chic this yeah.

Pol lent us his house. I see that.

Hot wine! \/\/no wants hot wine?

Thanks.

What's he doing up there?

He's my angel.

He's the judge.

Whatever.

Thanks, Anoush.

Hot wine! Come warm yourselves up!

Where were you before?

A bit here and there.

We move with the seasons.

We were just in the Loire.

In the Loire?

I went there once.

Oh, yeah?

On honeymoon. Really?

Two weeks of bliss. Two years of hell. That was it.

Kids?

A son.

And his mother?

She's a great pianist.

When Octave was born she left us.

I bought myself some bees.

That's beautiful. Pollination.

It's delicate.

It's refined.

It's poetry.

It's harmony, equilibrium.

And before the bees?

I'm a philosopher.

A real one?

I left university for him.

Papa! I have to pee! I'm coming.

What a bum. Who?

That guy with his vegetable.

You're horrible, Thierry.

I'm horrible?

No, you're alone.

There's your father.

Silence!

Let's go.

Uncle Winter!

The Accused!

You are being condemned

for your crimes of this past year.

Drunkenness in public.

Speak for yourself, Luc!

Chasing all the young girls.

And the consequences.

Laziness.

Arrogance.

Vagrancy.

Theft.

Uncle Winter, The Accused,

for these misdeeds,

I'm sorry, you will be grilled!

Who gets the honour of chasing away the winter?

Who just turned 18?

Thierry!

Go for it, Thierry!

Chase away winter!

We're freezing our bums off!

What's going on?

Lower! Oh, youth...

Go for it, Luc.

What's going on?

Something's wrong.

What's happening?

I don't know.

SPRING

A big one like this?

Is there a tree here? No.

A little bit to my right.

I don't know where your right is. Here? Yeah.

Now put the crate down.

On my toe? No.

A little further.

And a bit turned.

Like this? Yeah.

Here? You sure? 100% sure.

This is where I started.

Really? I'm really sure.

What do you think?

Are you ready? Ready.

Sure? Sure.

Five... Showtime.

Four... Pirouettes.

Three... Salto.

Two. .. Pancakes!

One... Somersault!

Voilà!

It's impossible. They won't give anything.

How is this possible, Mom?

This is just hell here!

Shit!

My seeds are fine.

You see they're perfect.

The soil is just fine. Your seeds are Worthless.

Not one has sprouted.

It has nothing to do with my products.

Nothing's growing anywhere. There's nothing I can do.

Thomas, let's go.

One more time, were just following orders.

It's everywhere the same.

It's not only in your village. Move aside!

You move aside! Go to hell with your trucks!

We have the right to an explanation. Back up!

You're not taking our animals. Back off!

It's no one's fault.

It's everyone”s fault.

Stop this nonsense.

Even the veterinarians don't know what's going on.

And tomorrow?

We get up early, as always.

This covers the bill, Luc.

Thomas.

Leave it alone, Thomas. I'll do it.

The prices have risen everywhere, Louis.

We can't sell at a loss.

You're talking to me about loss, Marianne?

You never need this quantity of nitrate, Louis.

Louis!

Here, Octave.

Alice, your papa is gone?

Yes, he is gone.

Our bees too. I know.

Eat.

We never had troubles before he got here with his bees.

I don't give a shit about bees. They took all my animals.

They took everyone's.

Stop it.

Stop it!

Show some respect for Louis and his family.

When the bees disappear

the rest follows.

There's only one solution.

Rationing.

Pol is right.

Thomas...

Don”t be naive.

We don't share with profiteers.

I'd rather be a man of paradox

than a man of prejudice.

One must try to avoid the inevitable.

What if we vote?

Out of the question.

I think you should leave.

It's the same everywhere.

Fricassee.

Fred fricassee.

Fred sauteed.

Fred stuffed.

Stuffed.

With Wine.

Fondue of Fred.

SUMMER

God bless this meal.

And all those who prepared it.

Give bread to those without.

In the name of the Father, the Son

and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Happy Birthday Alice.

Thanks, sweetheart.

You're a little full of yourself, aren't you?

Mother!

I keep acting so stupidly.

But I'm facing a wall.

My God.

But you know how much I cherish you.

Look how fat this one is?

Put it aside. We'll make a tasty brochette.

I'm going to mix them with molasses

to get rid of the glue taste.

Insects are worthless.

Think again.

These are proteins.

One day that'll be Worth kilos of sugar.

Erase the dates on these tonight.

Can I take a jar?

Charity is no good, my son.

You shouldn't hang out with those people, Thomas.

Solidarity is ephemeral.

I see things with lucidity.

My mind is clear.

Can I go?

Then make yourself useful.

Try again to get his honey.

Here We have extraordinary sausages thanks to Thomas.

What'd you have for lunch, Thomas? Coq au vin?

Alice, the queen is a present for you.

Happy Birthday.

Thanks, Octave.

Tulips. Roses. Peonies.

Daisies. Hydrangea.

Come buy your flowers of hope, Ladies and Gentlemen.

When is real help coming?

I have no idea.

Papa, I want to make a flower garden.

Those flowers are plastic, son.

I want to cheer up the village.

I've got honey. Homemade.

Honey?

Here. My last drops.

\/\le”re gonna make a flower garden, son.

Take me with you.

\/Vnat?

Take me with you.

You're better off here, Madame Anoush.

No.

I beg you.

It's dangerous.

I beg you.

No baggage? None.

I'll be damned...

Anoush.

Check this out.

Gently, Octave.

Look.

Do like this.

Like you're caressing the tree.

Listen to the things around you.

You're blessing our trees now?

I didn't know these were your orchards.

You think you're at home here?

Cut it out, Thierry.

AUTUMN

Salt?

Sugar

I don't have any more motor oil.

I'll see what I can do.

Only the road will save him.

The road is chaos.

You must have chaos within you

to give birth to a dancing star.

So where will your road take you?

Where bananas grow. ..

Kiwis

carrots

casseroles

donuts

fries

caviar

champagne

squid

frog legs

chocolate!

Where everything grows.

There!

Alice...

How dare you?

Get out of here.

It's from Pol.

It's for you.

They're leaving.

He's crazy, Pol.

I told you never to come here. Get lost.

Get out!

Thomas...

What are you doing?

Let him go!

Leave him alone!

He didn't do anything to you!

Let him go!

Let me go!

Why are you doing this?

Pol!

The Fifth Season