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Come on!...they'll catch her.

- No, they won't catch her! - 1,000 francs she gets caught.

1,000 francs they don't catch her.

- They won't catch her! - Yes, they WILL catch her!

She's probably already in handcuffs by now.

Ange, Ange!

Can you see anything?

I can't see a thing.

A minute ago you said you could see the sergeant

I COULD see him, but I can't any more.

He was on the ridge... he must have gone down into that gully.

He must have gone down to cut her off.

He's not cutting anything off... They won't catch her.

Unless I'm very mistaken they'll have her by noon.

The only thing they'll have, will be a terrible thirst...

...if I know the sergeant!

Then you know his stomach's just like mine....

He doesn't get pains, but it's heavy.

But he carries it easily. The sergeant's a strong guy.

He might be big... but he's not fat.

He's all muscle.

The poor devil!...!

You describe him like he was livestock!

100 kilos on the hoof... that's your sergeant!

I see him as a beautiful piece of sirloin, with marbled fat, just the way you like it!

With a thick layer of fat on the outside!

You're quite right... the sergent is a big guy.

But that constable of his is as skinny as a rake.

When he runs...

...his legs seem to start at his waist.

That constable jumps like a grasshopper.

The sergeant is notorious for one thing...

In a pursuit, he knows just where to stand!

That will always be right behind his stomach!

- They'll catch her. - No, they won't catch her.

Here's our schoolteacher!

Good morning, mayor.

I see you're hard at it! Of course...in this heat...

Since this morning, I've cut up half a vealer...

and planted 5 kilos of peas. So, how about that?!

I've made 2 batches of bread and watered 5,000 artichokes...

...which, incidentally, are superb.

And I planted peppers, but I didn't get to water them yet...

...I started work on a coffin.

See how it's coming along!

- Has someone died? - No...

Yesterday I ran into that old M�d�rie dame.

She's going on 80, and she's not looking too good at all.

Seems urgent, so I'm getting a head start... I don't like to be rushed.

I saw the police passing by, this morning...

- What was that all about? - It's a tragedy.

Did someone rat on the poachers... in other words, the whole village?!

That could never happen! Not even between enemies!

There was bloodshed involved in this business today.

The girl with the goats... the one up on the hill...

She bashed Polyte on the head, something terrible.

A fatal blow!

So Polyte's dead?

No, he just means it was a serious blow.

His head's this big.

That's from the bandages, it's not his head.

He had a big wound that bled like hell.

But the white that could be seen, wasn't his brain, it was bone.

- That was lucky. - When he came back,

his mother phoned the police.

They've gone up into the hills to bring her back.

- That's if they catch her! - Cheers.

- Do I get a drink? - Coming.

Holy Virgin...you've seen what they've done to me!

A curse on those brutes!

May their pigs die, may their goats die... may their mule die!

May their olives fall down, their almonds fall down... their house fall down!

Baptistine, whatever happened to you?

Too bad for them, this time... I've put a curse on them!

Why did you do that?

This morning, on the anniversary of my husband Guiseppe's death...

...I went to the cemetery. The priest was there.

I said to him... "I must be going crazy..."

"....I can't find my husband's tomb."

The he said to me...

"My dear Baptistine..."

"You know very well, that the dead can only be kept for 5 years."

A place must be freed for new arrivals.

So he then went on and on about how the body didn't matter

...because the soul had flown up to heaven...and so on and so on...

So he was dug up and thrown away.

They've thrown him away?

They threw my father and my brother away, too.

I couldn't afford a proper tomb.

[speaks dialect]

Where are you going now?

[speaks dialect]

No...I'm staying right here..

What are you going to do in these hills, with your crazy mother?

Just who is this girl?

I've never seen her... but I've heard about her.

She lives out in the scrubland, and sets traps everywhere.

She's very good at it.

She catches partridge, thrushes and rabbits.

I'll give her credit... she's much better than me.

She's gets away with more than a pair of foxes.

Does she never come down to the village?

Never...Not even for bread. I don't know where she'd get it.

She doesn't come down, but sometimes at night

...she comes down, pretending to be minding her goats.

What do you mean, "pretending"?

She keeps her goats in the hills, on public land!

She doesn't get dressed up in carnival clothes, for her goats.!

How does she dress?

Her mother used to play theatre in some dump.

She has all this paste jewellery... red, green, yellow, gold...

She makes dresses with that, that's all she has.

She makes dresses to attract the boys.

The proof...If they don't notice her, she calls them.

Like this...

And then she makes music... They come then!

- So she's the affectionate type? - It's worse than that!

She laughs at them. She doesn't give a damn about them.

She just makes fun of them.

If things start getting a bit too hot, she takes off!

That's right...Claudia's son nearly got sucked in.

But he was a bit soft in the head anyway!

Whats her name?

She's known as "Manon of the Spring".

- That can't be her actual name. - Of course not.

She's called that because her father was "Hunchback of the Springs".

You'd see him up in the hills carrying his divining rod.

Was he a real water diviner?

He looked for water for himself, for his farm.

- Did he find any? - None at all.

These hills are drier than Arizona.

That depends... when you talk about springs...

...don't forget the source of the Rh�ne.

...and of the Durance.

You're talking about a tiny trickle of water flowing from a rock...

...which vanishes under the scrubland.

Have you known of many, yourself?

- I know of at least 7. - Which are they?

- First the one at Perdrix. - That's a really top one!

That's for our fountain!

Follow the pipe...

...and you'll be taken right to it.

Then, there's the Baume de Passe-Temps.

- Everyone knows that one. - Even the tourists!

So that's 2... What about the other 5?

You won't make me talk.

Why's that?

A spring that's not spoken of... in these hills.

I don't get it.

Sir, when I was a kid...

...my father was growing a little bit of buckwheat...

...over in the Bouscarles gully, so as to attract partridges.

And there, at noon...at mealtime...

...he'd make us sit down and he'd say: "Do NOT look where I'm going!"

And he'd go off into the scrub with an empty bottle.

Up there it's a rocky desert... the stones get red hot.

He'd come back with the bottle full of icy water.

- You never followed him? - He would've killed us!

He never told you?

Never.

I thought he would've wanted to tell me the secret before he died...

...but he waited till the last moment.

He signalled me with his eyes and said to me...

Bouscarles, Bouscarles...the spring there...

Then he died.

People who regard you as savages, may not be wrong.

For our forebears, before we had the fountain...

...a spring was like a goldmine.

All the more reason to not allow it to be lost.!

It really hurts to think that there's an icy spring

flowing under those stones, unknown and unused by anyone...

Which no one gets to drink, because no one knows.

Somebody knows.

- Not me. - Me neither.

That girl knows.

- Who told you that? - She did.

One day, she met my sister. She went up to her and said...

"Tell Papet from me that I've found the spring."

Finally, someone who's reasonable!

No...wait...

"I've found it, but I'll NEVER tell him".

"I want him to die of curiosity."

Yet another who wishes you well!

- Why? - Nobody around here likes him!

Why?

Because he's a damned silly old fool!

He's forever either complaining...

...or slamming people for asking stupid questions.

We all want rid of him.

That's quite true, sir...

She's the only one with anything good...

I give this lot the shits!

All of you!

All of you!

See how nice he is!

This is our Papet, our good old boy!

Have a drink, anyway, you old bastard!

No...I have to stay here.

The evil they did my father, wasn't buried with him.

My poor girl...what do you want to do against those brutes?

They've no more heart than one of these stones.

These brutes who throw out the dead!

They're not happy about knowing that I'm still here.

There are some who should not be proud of the fact...

...that because of their part in the Ugolin crime...

...there are two women living alone up here in the hills.

If ever I run into one of them, he looks the other way.

They don't even dare say good morning.

I already have 600 francs, Baptistine.

With the thrushes, I can make at least 1,000!

I'll buy a dress down in Aubagne... and ribbons and perfume!

Then you'll see!

I cast a spell over boys.

I can make them blush by just looking at them.

Sometimes they come up to talk to me.

They're so stupid, it's amazing!

Yesterday morning, Polyte came up to bring me croissants!

But then he's silly in the head. I whacked him with a stick...

He bled like a stuck pig!

Polyte is only a child!

No, he's 18!

But there's another one, who's not a child.

Often in the evening I hear a man's voice calling...

"Manon, I love you, I love you!"

The other night he went on for an hour.

It's only someone making fun of you.

I don't think so... He wouldn't go on that long.

And he cries like a wounded animal.

Crazy!

That's alright.

I wish they were all like that.

When they follow me like I was a bitch, and they fight like dogs.

Of course they'll fight.

But one day there'll be one who'll assault you and drag you back into the scrub.

Next thing, you'll be swelling up.

It's nothing to grin at like that, my girl!

- Police! - Where?

What if they find my traps? One of those bastards has reported me!

Where are your traps?

Down on the flat... I've time to rescue them.

If the police catch her, what will they do with her?

- Put her in jail! - For hitting someone with a stick?

Mightn't be all that serious.

When it comes down to it, getting hit with a stick outside of town.

is neither here nor there.

But there's the "crop theft"!

- What crops? - She's stolen melons at Ugolin's place.

- There are witnesses...she was seen. - And if Ugolin files a complaint!

He'd be within his rights to file a complaint.

He was born on that farm.

- That he stole from the hunchback! - Let's not bring THAT up.

That's right... the subject is closed!...

...Otherwise I'd tell you that the hunchback

was an idiot and a conceited twit.

You never met him... he was buried last year.

Just under 2 years ago!

I was still at teacher's college.

Is it 2 years already?

The hunchback died in July. That's 2 years this month.

I made his coffin.

Because of his hump, it was a strange sort of job.

When I went to measure him...

...he had to be lying on his side...

...and he looked just like a question mark!

- He was a strange man! - He was a strange hunchback.

He had a huge hump. But he was not at all small.

If he could've straightened his hump, he would've been 2 metres tall.

He had an attractive face... pale, fine-featured, with beautiful eyes.

He used to come to evening mass twice a week.

On the way, he'd pick up his bread, without ever saying a word to me.

- Except perhaps "thank you". - Yes, he might say that.

He used to buy a chop from me, and meat for his dogs.

Not every day... just once a week.

We'd just exchange the odd word about the weather.

You must 've been the lucky one... he never spoke to anyone.

Because nobody ever spoke to HIM!

Because he was a hunchback?

No...you have to realise that he wasn't from here..

He had moved here... But he was not FROM here.

He was from Peypin.

So, what if he was from Peypin... It's less than 20 km away.

23 by road.

- 11 as the crow flies. - So you couldn't talk to him.

He wouldn't have spoken your language!

It's even possible that the Peypin tribe.

...has not yet acquired a spoken language!

It's quite right to make fun of them.

Around here, if they see a stranger, they just stare at him...

...but don't say a word to him.

It's not being nasty... it's just stupidity.

People here are as thick as bricks!

YOU were born across the road, on the 1st floor!

I've worked 4 years in town, after 3 years in the army.

That's made me a little bit open to new ideas.

If there was someone here from Peypin, and he spoke to me, I'd reply.

It's not fair to say the hunchback was not from here.

Sure, he was born in Peypin.

His father was Clarius Cadoret, the farrier.

And who was his mother? Who was his mother?

If I'm not mistaken, it was Florette Camoins!

Daughter of that big fellow Camoins that you knew so well.

I believe that I almost got married to her.

You mean that she knocked you back!

Florette? The one who dropped dead at the Galimberti wedding?

She choked on a bit of chop fat.

Must have been beef!

So it's fair to say that the hunchback wasn't all that much of an outsider...

...since he was here because of his mother.

His small farm was the legacy that came from his mother.

He was a Camoins through his mother. Camoins was from here!

- So? - So, if I'd known that, before...

Yes...if only I'd only own that, before...

Why haven't you told us this before?

I didn't know, until auntie Fine happened to mention it.

Me too... If only I'd known before.

What would you have done, if you'd known before?

You were in the army... You don't understand what it's about!

Papet, did you know about it? Why have you said nothing?

I knew that she married someone from Peypin.

So she was no longer one of us.

Absolute treason!

Her son was born a hunchback because she married outside.

She was no longer our concern.

Well, if only I'd known...

So what would YOU have done?

We could have prevented a great injustice.

- A great one. - And a long-standing one.

Here's Mr Belloiseau... wearing his pretty hat..

Mr Belloiseau!

Belloiseau, is that his name?

Yes...don't you think it suits him?

He's a retired lawyer's clerk.

He's been coming here for holidays for over 20 years.

We haven't seen him in 6 months.

He knew the hunchback... He's even been to his house.

We'll get him to talk.

That won't be hard... he'd talk the hind legs off a donkey.

2 cents to start him... 100 francs to stop him.

While he talks, we'll play "hair".

I'll get some tokens for scoring.

What's this game "hair"?

When Mr Belloiseau speaks every time he finishes a sentence

you have to say "hair" with something that rhymes with the last word.

If he says "best" it could be "chest hair".

The first to find a word, gets a point...

It has to be bits of your body...

Nose hair, eye hair, back hair, etc...

And no profanity, otherwise you lose a point.

Because it's too easy otherwise.

It should seem to follow the conversation.

Otherwise he'd notice!

Notice what?

That we're making fun of him.

He's as deaf as a post... We can say anything we like.

That's a fact!

- Good morning, gentlemen! - Good morning, Dopey!

Sit down, so we can laugh at you!.

You're too kind... so nice to see you again.

Old Papet's fallen asleep.

It's a habit with him..: after a few drinks.

He's in training for the finals.

I was in Bandol with a young person...

But I didn't forget that I'd promised to give the speech...

...for the fiftieth anniversary of the fountain.

And here I am!

It's tomorrow at 3 o'clock, isn't it?

Are you going to give us something dead boring?

It's not quite ready, but it's well advanced!

A small Pernod to wet your whistle, perhaps?

With the greatest of pleasure!

This gentlemen would like to hear you talk about the hunchback.

Cheers to your honourable society.

- He's even deafer than last year. - His eardrum's made of sausage skin.

The hunchback! The hunchback from out in the scrubland!

- The hunchback? - Yes!

- Were you a friend of the hunchback? - No, I wasn't!

- You must have looked after him. - No, not at all!

But YOU did know him.

- YOU did! - Me?

No, not very well...

...but I'm the only person in the village who ever visited his house...just once!

The story is quite beautiful and quite strange.

If you have a few minutes, I'll tell it to you.

Philox�ne, it's time to play "hair".

- Couldn't miss that! - So here we go.

During my holidays, about 20 years ago...

...I was walking in the hills with Mrs Belloiseau.

Nose hair.

My wife had a degree in mathematics,

of which my pride was manifest.

Chest hair.

When coming down a path, we happened to meet...

Feet hair.

...a redheaded woman in a blue dress,

collecting wood while she sang.

Hair in a bang.

Although there was nothing extraordinary about this scene...

...my wife let out a cry of surprise.

She recognised an old friend from boarding school...

...a girl from an excellent family, but who liked to cause alarm.

Arm hair.

The woman led us to an isolated farmhouse...

Mouse hair.

...that seemed a miserable shack.

Back hair.

...but inside, that wasn't so.

Mo hair.

There, she introduced her husband... a powerfully-built hunchback.

Crack hair.

Pale complexion, with jet black hair...

...and very clear blue eyes.

Thighs hair.

And this couple were to tell us their story...

...just as charming, just as incredible...

...just as poignant... as a serialised novel at its best.

Breast hair.

This woman had become... (how, I don't know)...

...an opera singer.

She had come down from doing concerts, to singing in village fairs.

Her destiny led her to a rustic stage

at the fair at G�m�nos.

Toe hair.

There, she met that hunchback...

...who was a grade 5 assistant to the county tax collector.

And it was love at first sight.

A passionate, uncanny love...

...threw these two creatures into each other's arms.

They were fused into one, as if by the blast of a furnace.

Face hair.

Now, this hunchback had just lost his parents...

...and inherited a farm... the one to which we'd come.

Bum hair.

Two miserable tracts covered in scrub and rocks.

Dry, sterile earth...

Girth hair.

The most proficient farmer, even with back-breaking toil...

Boil hair.

...could not make anything of it.

Tit hair.

Totally absorbed in their dream of love, they asked for nothing more.

They saw nobody, they lived alone...

...in that realm of theirs... intoxicated with the scent of the scrubland.

Hand hair.

One lived off the gaze of the other...

...the other off the gaze of the one.

it's rather like what the poet Ovid said...

Head hair.

...of the ideal loves of Phil�mon and of Baucis.

Knees-hair.

They had 2 extraordinarily beautiful children...

...a boy and a girl...

...whom their father carried on his hump, under the dappled shade of their olive trees.

Then he dug as hard as he could...

Hood hair.

...tearing out of that unforgiving earth...

...just a few miserable bushels of chickpeas.

Dick-frieze hair.

Hey...rude words aren't allowed!

How is "dick" rude? It's a cop.

Cops aren't part of the body.

You get fined.

- What's this about? - Nothing...go on.

The hunchback was picking chickpeas.

Chickpeas!

Yes...chickpeas...

Chickpeas, tomatoes...

Nose hair.

She picked wild asparagus, mushrooms...

Wombs hair.

...berries, snails.

Nails hair.

They were happier than they'd ever been...

...until the arrival of Death on that lonely farm.

The boy, who was 15, was stricken with a long-lasting fever.

He died one night... in his father's arms.

The hunchback howled in lamentation for a month.

You could hear it from here.

Then he in turn succumbed to death... smiling.

To look after his child, he had mortgaged his farm...

...so the sad day arrived when the mother and daughter were forced to leave.

All that lay before them was that vast scrubland...

...that unforgiving land...

...redolent with the scent of thyme and lavender.

There, at the end of a gully filled with sun-bleached rocks...

...there is a dry-stone wall...

...enclosing a cave where a spring of water trickles out.

That's where these women spent their life of poverty and uncertainty...

...living off the milk of 4 goats, the fruit from a small garden...

...and the proceeds of some traps.

The mother was half demented and the girl beautiful but wild.

As to what became of them... God only knows.

So that's the tale of the hunchback from the scrub.

It starts well, but finishes badly.

Perhaps because it's a real-life story...

...not a tale from a book.

Crook hair!

Don't you gents get the idea that I've got my hearing back!

Unfortunately not.

But you pulled this stunt on me last year.

I couldn't hear, but I was puzzled

I couldn't understand, but I was taken by your behaviour.

Like when I used to question witnesses...

...and they'd inadvertently let the cat out of the bag!

And now, gentlemen...

...forgive my rudeness...

It was a long time in the planning.

I think I deserve an aperitif on the house, for that.

My pleasure, Mr Belloiseau!

And now, gentlemen...

...I'm going to show you a small device...

...which will allow me, from now on, to take part...

...(if not more actively, at least more sensibly)...

...in your discussions.

My monologues are over... let's get down to conversation!

Who let Ange use that telescope?

I did!

You let him go up on the roof?!

- It was to keep track of the police. - And see if they caught the girl.

Is it that telescope all that powerful?

They're great... they're German binoculars.

You can see a fly 2 kilometres away.

You might just as well have lent him an atom bomb with the fuse lit.

Telescopes don't explode, Sidonie!

Not even the German ones.

What if he should look at his Bellon garden?!

We never thought about that.

Since the binoculars are so powerful...

...he may take pleasure in watching his zucchinis and tomatoes growing.

All that he'll see growing, is his pair of horns!

Heavens above!

At 11 in the morning?!

It's not true, Mr Teacher...

That doesn't go on in the garden.

I once saw his wife...

...with Curly from Accates, in F�lix's barn.

Him too?!

I saw them... but I didn't say hello...

They weren't in the right position to reply!

She had the postman in Th�odose's sheep-yard.

They didn't close the gate!

There are power poles in the middle of that yard...

...where they've planted a square of violets...

...bordered with lavender.

- What can you see? - I don't see the police.

Come on down!

- Why? - Aren't you getting vertigo?

It would be bad for me at my age, if I was to have vertigo.

What are you looking at?

The countryside.

That's nothing new for you!

I've never had such a good view of it. I'm really enjoying it!

If he does see anything, it'll be inevitable.

Talk...Just go on talking... It doesn't matter what it's about.

Eeny meeny miny mo catch a nigger by the toe...

The human voice is wonderful!

Time for a Pernod for me. Has the girl been caught?

Must 've been.

If there's just 2 of them, she won't be caught.

What are you talking about?!

I know what I'm talking about.

Last month at the cemetery, I dug the grave for Mr Durand.

It had to be done quickly. Because of the heat...

...his poor old body wouldn't keep.

On the first day, I didn't get it half finished.

Next day, I go down and start digging, at dawn.

From time to time, I paused, and took a drink.

Then suddenly, on looking up...

...I saw something flash past me that was blue.

I stood on tiptoe. The sun still wasn't up.

Then I saw someone kneeling by a grave.

I called "hey"! It was a girl.

She jumps up, leaps onto P�lissier's tombstone...

...and in a flash is over the wall... vanished.

I went to see where she'd been kneeling...

It was the poor hunchback's grave.

I realised it was his daughter...

She'd brought a big armful of wildflowers from the hills.

Scrub broom, budding lavender...

...and the white rosemary like you see in Marseilles.

No...they won't catch her!

I've seen a better instance than that.

I was up on Beaume-Sourne, looking for morel mushrooms.

- You go a long way to find them! - It's good up there.

And I really have a weakness for the hills.

Although the scrub can be a bit dreary

if you bother looking at it too much.

I was up there, all on my own...

...when suddenly I felt a storm coming on.

The wind began whistling through the pines.

That happened to me at Vallon du Jardinier...it was not pleasant!

Suddenly there was the first thunderclap!

I managed to take shelter in that charcoal burner's hut...

...just on the edge of Font-Br�guette.

I've hunted for thrushes up there.

I check the roof, light my pipe and wait.

The light had become purple and the lavender smelt really strong.

I could see the bushes that were all around, through a shooting-hole.

They were quite still.

Suddenly, I saw something like a golden bird speeding through them...

It sped and sped until it reached the clearing...

It was that girl... running ahead of the storm.

The gold was her hair.

She stops...she turns around... she looks at the clouds...

...the thunder rumbles... she bursts out laughing.

- She blows it a kiss! - Why would she do that?

Then she took off down the slope... Cross my heart, that's true.

The storm didn't catch up with her!

Maybe...but the storm was on its own!...

But there are 2 policemen.

I'm finding this young lady more and more interesting.

Maybe something should be done for her.

- Is she pretty? - You can't call her "a beautiful woman".

She's a type of girl unlike anything else.

Unlike anything else?!

She has hair like gold!

Her eyes are the colour of the sea!

She has teeth like pearls!

And what she carries under her blouse...

...I'm sure is as pretty as anything you'd find!

So what are YOU like?

Some sort of horny old goat!

So that's what happens when you go looking for mushrooms!

You never refer to me as a golden bird!

I'm not that dumb!

Am�lie, don't take it like that!

I said "like a golden bird" as a figure of speech.

It was just an impression.

I know about your "impressions". Too bad she runs so fast!

No...I just meant...

I was only talking about it, as if it were a work of art.

Listen to me, artist! Take a look at the "artist"!

I heard everything, you pig!

Who'd believe you were a father of 4?!

His daughter is crying with shame... Poor little thing...

How do I explain that her father's an old goat?

Poor little thing!

Shut up!... You daughter of a old goat!

Just you watch out, Mr Morel-hunter!

But Am�lie, morels are so nice...

...especially when they're young!

When they're fresh and tender and smell good!

Get a load of that dying lump of misery...

who only wakes up to spout filth!

Claudius! What are YOU doing over there?!

- We've got another one! - You can see I'm just having a drink.

Have you done those legs for Mrs Charles?

That's not what you were talking about!

That's for sure!

Mrs Charles' legs are beautiful!

Shall we talk about them for a bit?!

The schoolteacher's getting just like the rest of you!

That little witch who wanted to kill Polyte...

...it seems she's quite a beauty.

With THIS looking like gold... and THAT looking like the sea...

...and with a bosom that's a thing of beauty!

Does what I have under my blouse, amount to nothing?!

Not at all! They look like a pair of melons!

You've gone too far, now... you've insulted the mother of your children!

I wasn't trying to be nasty!

I meant to say they were a pair of BEAUTIFUL melons, Am�lie.

Who's so very fond of my lamb stew, with our garden beans?

It's rather famous!

I've added black olives and a little thyme...

..and it has simmered overnight.

Am�lie...don't do that! Don't do that, Am�lie!

None of you morel-chasers... golden-bird-trappers...

...fancy old goats... ...melon-abusers...

...deserve my stew! So there!

Ange's fallen off the roof!

Help!

Quick...get the big ladder!

Don't worry, Ange... that hook will hold!

I installed it myself.

You made the hook... but who made my trousers?

Even if you fall, you can't miss the tarp.

Stop wriggling like that... or you'll unhook yourself!

What's he doing?

Just let me smoke a cigarette... it may be my last.

That can't do any harm.

Does the power-pole inspector come here often?

This is no time to worry about that!

Your binoculars are good.

I could see the nails in the soles of his shoes.

Don't worry about that stuff!

Here's the big ladder on its way...

...it'll be all over in 5 minutes.

I'm not going anywhere!

Don't ring the bells... it tickles me!

You have to stop ringing!

There they are!

Can you see the firemen?

No...the police... they've got the girl!

They're bringing her in... they're over near Baptiste's.

They've got her handcuffed.

It 'd be better if ALL women were locked up!

Got you at last!

That thief's going to pay for her melons!

She's the one who tried to kill my little boy!

There's justice... now she'll pay the price...

...that daughter of that hunchback fiend!

The bitch! She spat in my eye!

- Give her the guillotine! - The law will take its course.

She deserves the guillotine!

Can you open the town hall for us?

The teacher has the key.

You can't leave handcuffs on a young girl like that...

She's no criminal!

You haven't seen how she can run. She got away from us twice.

- She won't escape here. - She wouldn't get very far.

Where's your humanity, sergeant?

- So you'll take responsibility? - Of course.

If she escapes, I'll get her back.

Look, she bit me!

There's your humanity for you!

So we were humane... and now we have to start again.

She's putting on an act.

- Remove your cap. - What?

Otherwise I'll take it off myself.

- Are you here to pray? - I'm here to arrest a vagrant...

...guilty of crop-theft... and of assault and battery.

- In that case you may leave. - Me? I'm to leave?

You have no right to arrest someone in a holy place.

But she's strong!

Not as strong as your voice, disturbing the meditation quiet of our church.

You can wait outside for your fugitive... you aren't arresting her in here.

The priest may be wrong, but let's not insist.

She can't escape, with the police outside.

Come on.

Can I have a word with her?

It's no use...

They'll wait for you all night if they have to.

Have you done something all that serious?

Is it true that that boy is dying?

Absolutely not. Who ever told you that?

The police.

That was just to scare you.

I DID give him a good whack!

He walked back here. So he's not dead.

- Were there any witnesses? - Of course not.

So it's not too serious.

What's more serious, is the "crop theft".

What did you steal?

Ugolin's melons.

Any witnesses?

Yes...two old bitches.

That could put you in jail.

How nice that would be!... Ugolin having me put in jail!

- I'd like to see that happen! - You'll see him today.

Tell me...

...has this Ugolin got it in for you?

He's an absolute beast!

Anyway...some melons?!... ...we'll see about that.

Come with me.

- I'll stand up for you. - Why?

Because you're all on your own. Come along.

Above all... say as little as possible.

After all he endured... he has no wish to go there!

He wasn't chopped with an axe!

- He's weak from it. - He can speak!

I told everything to the police. They wrote it all down.

If he has raped her, this could go very far!

Do you think my little boy would be attracted by a goat?

A goat...He lied... she thinks this is about a goat.

Maternal weakness.

No...I won't go... I don't want to go.

- Well, he's not dead, is he?! - You would've liked that!?

In the name of the law... Get down here now!

I'm too weak... I've lost so much blood!

If he's too weak... we'll carry him down!

No, listen...no!

Courage is one of those things you're born with.

You're heedless of danger.

The amazing thing is that policing doesn't come naturally to me.

When I wake up in the morning...

...and I see this uniform draped over the chair...

...I look around the room... expecting to find a naked policeman!

It takes me a minute to come to my senses...

...and realise that the naked policeman is ME!

- Very strange! - A lot of people are like that.

They don't know why they chose one profession over another.

There was one guy who became a cabinetmaker because someone suggested, it while he was waiting.

- Waiting for what? - Right...waiting for what?

While he's working at his trade, he knows it's not the right one for him...

...that it's only temporary. Then one day he dies...

...after making 5,000 wardrobes...badly.

All the cabinetmakers in the province come to his funeral...

...because he died the doyen of cabinetmakers...

...and one of his planes will go into the cabinetmaking museum.

- That's quite a profound thought. - Well, to be honest...

...you wouldn't need to push me, to get me into philosophy.

I'm just a policeman... but I was born to be a judge.

Make way for the mayor.

You'll be called later.

So you're here, sergeant.

You can do me a great favour.

I'm at your service.

I've been hearing stories for a year now...

...about this girl being a danger to the public.

It may, of course, be true. I think that to settle the matter,

...you could hear their complaints.

I've called them in... they're outside.

A sort of judicial hearing?!

The sergeant told me just a moment ago... THAT was his vocation.

We'll call it an investigation...

...called to verify various rumours.

We shan't refer to it as a trial...

...but in reality, that's what it will be.

The mayor can be the public prosecutor...

The teacher, lawyer for the defence.

Quick...prepare the courtroom!

Allow the plaintiffs, the witnesses and the public to come in.

Come in!

Hurry it up!

Anyone who has anything to say against this girl...

...will have to say it before this court.

You will address yourself to me.

Silence in court!

This hearing is open.

Would the accused stand.

Your identification... Name and first name.

- Manon. - What?

I have it here... Manon Lakm� Dalilah Cadoret.

Manon Lakm� Dalilah?

- Names of operas! - My mother was a singer.

Surprising names in a hearing like this.

- Home address? - The Passe-Temps grotto.

That's vagrancy! A grotto is not a fixed address.

That cave hasn't moved in years!

It may be fixed, but that's not enough.

There are things that are fixed, but are not a domicile.

A fixed post is not a domicile.

Neither is a cave, whose position is fixed.

- Do you pay rent? - No, we're owners.

That changes everything!

You are owners and you live at home.

It had to be said right off.

This tribunal will now recognise it as a proper home address.

There's no vagrancy involved. Where were you born?

In Ruissatel vale.

In a farm known as "Les Romarins".

- Did you go to school here? - No.

Which school?

None. My father made my brother and me work.

Then he took us to Aubagne to pass the graduation certificate.

That's very odd.

My father didn't want us to come to the village.

The people here didn't like him. He didn't like them either.

He was crackers!

- What's this telephone for? - He's deaf!

I'm just a little hard of hearing.

I know I should not be showing this valuable device

in front of so many people...

...but at an event of this magnitude...

...I can't risk missing anything.

Just excuse me a moment... there we are.

Let us call the witnesses for the prosecution.

Marinette de Cabassol.

- Me? - Yes, you.

Come forward.

Come and say out loud what you've been saying quietly.

But I haven't said anything.

Yes you have... The story about The Devil.

What he said to you down in the gully.

If I tell it, SHE will cast a spell on me.

Here we see what this hearing is all about!

She believes she's going to have a spell cast on her!

And she's probably seen The Devil.

But, Your Honour... we should listen very carefully.

Whereabouts did this happen?

I was down in the gully, looking for snails...

...and I saw her with her goats.

As i came towards her, she backed away.

So I said... "Do I scare you, sweetie?"

She laughed and said...

"It's YOU who should be afraid of ME!"

I said... "At my age, I fear nothing but the good Lord."

She said... "But aren't you afraid of The Devil?"

I said "Don't talk about HIM... especially down here in the gully."

Because you'd risk seeing him emerge instantly

from a fireball of sulphur!

He'll take your soul and tie it in a knot!

You can never tell, with the devil.

It's all quite clear.

And then?

She said..."For everyone in Bastides Blanches..."

"I will be The Devil."

"I shall be The Devil for all of you!"

Then she said: "Every night I pray that the good Lord

"rains thunder and fire on your houses..."

"and if he doesn't do it, I will."

Those are strong words!

Have you threatened to rain fire on the village?

That's not true.

I said that THE GOOD LORD would set fire to their houses.

- Why would you wish that? - They deserve it.

How about that! Why do we deserve it?

Because you're wicked!

Like...because of you, I'm handcuffed...

As though I were a murderer!

That's because you tried to murder my little boy!

Silence! We'll come back to that later.

Has this good lady any more revelations to offer us?

I've told you everything she said to me.

That is to say that she's The Devil.

Believe it or not...

...even if we accept that she could be The Devil...

...is there a law... with a punishment for being The Devil?

Since God tolerates him... there's nothing the police can do.

This is grand!

Hand hair!

Silence! Call the next witness.

Elodie Martelette.

I have not much to say. But still, it counts.

I don't say that she's The Devil.

We don't believe in those things any more.

But what I do know, is, that she's a witch.

Now we're getting into scientific territory!

You probably watched in secret...

...as she was riding a broomstick.

I wasn't going to say that.

So what are you basing your accusation on?

Apart from anything else...

...her father was a sorcerer.

I won't have you speaking of my father...

Nobody here's mouth is clean enough...

...to utter on word about my father.

Besides...none of you knew him.

He didn't speak to me... but he spoke to the owls. ["old bags"]

That can't be right... as he didn't talk to you!

This is of great interest... But we need some clarification.

Explain yourself further.

He was talking to a mother owl...

She was perched prettily on the chimney.

The hunchback came out of the farm at daybreak...

and he said... "Mother owl, don't stay there..."

"The sun will be up in 5 minutes."

And the mother owl went into the chimney.

Do you really think that to know the sun is about to rise...

...an owl needs to be warned by a hunchback?

We'd have to have something a lot more convincing, to justify his sorcery.

Take, for example...his wealth...

I would imagine that a sorcerer could make himself rich out of sorcery!

- They were dead-poor! - Don't be so sure!

What do you mean by that?

There are those who pretend to live in poverty...

...while in secret, they're making gold coins by magic.

And of course, you seen these magical gold coins.

Of course I haven't!

They aren't so stupid as to let it be seen.

So how do you know about it?

Listen to me carefully...

False testimony is severely punished by the law.

It can put you in prison.

That would shame you completely.

It could even cost you a lot of MONEY!

If the girl had magic powers, she wouldn't be here.

Turning to the very grave matter of serious assault.

Where are the plaintiffs?

The tribunal can now see

the victim's body, rocking with laughter.

Plaintiffs...you...step forward!

Here is the complaint of the complainant acting on behalf of her son, a minor.

I, the undersigned, Ad�le Marie Beno�te Palanque...

...widow of C. A. Mart�gaux, mother and guardian of H. C. Mart�gaux...

...lodges a complaint regarding the following.

On the 7th of July my son was collecting firewood in the Pr�catori gully.

As he was bent over, trying to break a branch

off a tree felled by lightning, he received a blow, so violent

that he thought a bell had fallen on his head.

- The aforementioned... - The what?

The aforementioned...the head.

This term allows me to avoid repetition of the word.

I see...perfectly.

It's the woman's deposition, but I wrote it.

That's obvious.

Regarding the aforementioned, victim of aggression...

Before being blinded by the blood dripping from his skull...

saw a young girl fleeing , a goatherd...

...not answering to the name of Manon.

- But that IS her name! - It's her name...

...but she wasn't answering to it... because she was fleeing.

Do you recognize her?

- Did you hit him? - Yes.

But it wasn't like that!

The accused does not agree with the plaintiff!

That's what makes these proceedings interesting!

So what's your version of what happened?

I was minding my goats in Purgatoire gully...

...which is mine... my father left it to me.

You saw this boy who was stealing your firewood...

She hit him to protect what was hers.

Not at all.

You recognised him?

I'd seen him at Aubagne, when I did the certificate.

Since then I'd run into him in the hills.

We used to play together.

Playing what?

Throwing stones or pine cones to each other.

You saw him coming toward you?

According to your story, you didn't see her.

He says he hadn't seen me?!

I was dancing on the edge of a rock... And you didn't see me?!

Did you see her, or didn't you?

So what if he did see her?

That doesn't agree with your deposition!

She has the blood of my child on her hands.

Did you see her or not?

I couldn't see her very well, but I did see her a little bit.

Where was she?

She was on top of a rock...

..and she was making faces with her bottom.

How did she do that?

She was going like...

It's called a belly-dance!

That's the sort of thing she did... on the end of a rock...

...in front of a 17-year old boy who was still in good health!

- Well he shouldn't have looked. - Now she wants to put out his eyes!

She said no such thing!

In your deposition this morning...

...you didn't mention this immodest dance.

You've lied!

I was ashamed.

Your modesty was inappropriate at the time. What happened then?

He came up to the foot of the rock and said...

"I've brought you some croissants."

Croissants? What a liar!

Two lovely croissants, wrapped in blue paper.

Did you bring these croissants?

Baker...did you sell any croissants to this boy?

Yes...three. I put them on your account.

You wretched boy... did you buy her croissants?

- You'll pay me back! - As long as I get paid!

Silence. Baker...go and sit down.

So how many croissants did he offer you?

Two.

He's a gentleman! What then?

I ate them.

She's eaten them!

What would you have rather that she did with them?

The consumption of these croissants is of paramount importance!

When someone brings croissants, wrapped in blue paper...

...to a shepherdess in Pr�catori Gully...

...he hasn't gone there to look for firewood!

That comment from the schoolteacher...

...shows he would have made a very good policeman!

How do you reply to that?

My son...my child... has his head split in two!

You don't need all this talk, to put a witch in jail!

The fact that she ate them in front of him...

...proves that their relationship must have been quite friendly.

They were the ones with olive oil, at 6 francs each.

I still lose on that. It was because of the client...

Because any baker who sells brioches for 4 francs...

Be quiet and sit down!

At 4 francs for brioches! With the price of...

Baker! Sit down! Sit down!

It now remains for us to establish the transition...

from a generous offer, gratefully accepted...

...to a bloody and battered head, bubbling under its bandages.

It's not too difficult to guess.

A policeman doesn't guess... he takes note of the facts.

But I think we're getting close to the crux of the matter.

So, then?

She said to me... "I'm going to sing you a song."

What a lovely "thank you"!... I'd even call it poetic.

Why are you telling them all this?

Because we asked him to. I must remind you, madam...

...that your deposition bore false testimony.

There no more substance to it than the skin of an egg...

Meaning thin and invisible.

This analogy of the skin of an egg is so apt...

...that I suggest that teaching could have been your role.

Sole hair.

What did you sing?

- It was about love. - On top of the belly-dance!

She had a tambourine with bells on it.

With bells!

All the time she was saying... "Look out for yourself!"

She was already planning to hit him!"

Quite the opposite to what you have said...

...she was warning him... she was putting him on guard.

Si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime Et si je t'aime

Prends garde � toi! [Look out for yourself]

It's from "Carmen"... Was that the song?

Yes...that was it... And she banged the tambourine on her head.

All in all, a charming spectacle!

So how does this delightful country scene finish up...

...in a tragedy involving the police?

- Because he tried to kiss me. - That's not true.

You weren't there!

Polyte,

...is it true you tried to kiss her?

Be an honest man now... Did you try to kiss her?

I've wanted to for the last 4 years.

Since my school certificate. So when she said to me...

" Too bad if you don't love me.. coz I love you "...

- I was singing! - That makes it even worse!

So I really believed...

Here comes the crux!

Suddenly...he threw himself on me.

He forced me down into some lavender...

..and he wanted me to do...bad things.

Say exactly what you mean.

- Did you try to make her do bad things? - He admits it!

This is a legal defence.

She went after him!

How far did he get with his attempt?

I can't stand anyone touching me!

Apart from my mother, my goats and my dog, it makes me crazy.

Interesting personality.

- And then? - I bit him and scratched him.

He let go of me and I jumped up and grabbed my stick.

Here it is. It looks a club and has a knot on the end.

That knot is where this matter is tied up! And then?

He stands up and starts hurling obscenities at me.

- Insults! - What obscenities?

Ask HIM!

It's a lie! He doesn't talk like that at home.

This didn't happen at home!

Which words did you choose to express your frustration?

He called me a bitch.

I knew that would be one. I'm sure that all men who are knocked back

...call the woman a bitch. Go on.

"A piece of shit".

Perfect. The language of rejected love!

More?

And then...

I can't say it here.

This is most important... Your lawyer must know everything!

What did he say to you?

Why do it with Greeks rather than another race?

Face hair.

Answer.

It's just something people say.

It's not only immoral advice... it's deeply insulting.

Let's keep moving.. I want to come to the blow with the stick

Go on!

I whistled for my dog to round up my goats...

...and as I started to go on my way, he came running towards me...

...his eyes glaring, and his hands held up like claws.

He was breathing hard, and salivating.

Like a glutton!

Then I raised my stick and said... "If you come any closer I'll hit you!"

And he said... "I want you and I'll have you!"

- He leapt toward me and I hit him. - As hard as she could!

Yes, as hard as I could... Then I ran off.

So he didn't run after you?

What would you expect after a blow like that?

You should see the hole he has in his head!

We certainly intend to see it!

In the name of the defence I demand to see that hole!

That would be outrageous! Not enough that he has his head split open...

...you want it to be infected with all the dust here in the town hall?

What dust?

Constable...unwrap those bandages.

The victim can cooperate... This is not an autopsy.

Are you all going to let this happen?!

Don't you realise that the blood could squirt up to the ceiling?

Hurry up, constable... What can you see?

I see a bump the size of half an egg.

- What sort of egg? - A pigeon's egg.

A small egg from a small bird.

What else?

The bump has a slight split in the middle.

The crack is reddish with purple edges...

With a canary yellow halo.

Silence!

Come forward!

Bruising, and a crack in the scalp caused by a blunt instrument.

From your deposition, and the way you've been carrying on...

...I expected to be able to see his teeth through the top of his head!

Isn't that enough?

You'll find out later.

We've found all we need to know... you may retire.

That's it...you can go.

The hearing is completed... the court will pass its judgement...

...as it's nearly lunchtime.

Silence!

Listen respectfully now to the sentence passed by his honour.

Sorry sir, we're not there yet.

We still have to examine the more serious charge...

Crop theft.

Crop theft!

Two or three melons, probably common squashes...

...does that merit being called "crop theft"?

We're going to find out. The plaintiffs and witnesses?

She stole melons from Ugolin. I saw it...So did Nathalie.

I saw it happen 3 times. Ugolin is my brother-in-law.

That may be...but you aren't Ugolin. As he is not here...

Someone's looking for him. He'll tell you.

Tell what?

He was raising melons down at the bottom of the gully.

Very careless...They'd be a temptation for any passing hunter.

It wasn't a hunter... It was her!

And you yourself...what were you doing at the bottom of the gully?

- Setting traps? - Traps?

That's not true... we don't do that.

We were getting melons for Ugolin...

...but she was stealing them every day.

We could never find a ripe one to eat. Is that something to laugh at?!

You acknowledge that?

I knew where they had them hidden.

I deliberately came to take the melons from under their noses.

Under their noses!

I ask the tribunal to note that reply...

Under their noses!

It was not a question of stealing melons...

...but infuriate these ladies.

Just a prank... one melon, two melons, three...

She took more than 50! Ugolin was wild with rage.

That's great! You've made my day!

Pure childishness.

Ugolin had to walk 5 kilometres to safeguard his melons.

Often, with a basket of manure on his back.

That's right... manure on his back!

Hurry up and get Ugolin to come in.

I note that he's NOT carrying a basket of manure on his back!

Good morning, Mr Ugolin.

We're talking about your melons.

What melons?

The ones that I stole.

The cheek of her!

Approach the bench.

The accused is supposed to have stolen more than 50 melons from you.

Is that true?

I don't know.

He doesn't know!

The person with the most interest, says he doesn't know!

Let's leave this history of members of the gourd family...

...which it seems are never ripe...

...and move on to something else. You may retire.

Just a minute...

These are false witnesses... yet the accused confesses!

Have you gone crazy?

20 times you've said... "If I ever catch that little bitch!..."

There she is. What are you waiting for?

In the best interests of everybody...

...and most of all in the interests of the false witnesses...

...let's bring a halt to this melon story.

The court does not agree.

Ugolin, look this way. Did she steal melons from you?

She's taken them... But I don't know about stealing.

What do you mean by that?!

He means he's not filing a complaint.

This case is finished. Let's move on.

- Who's turn is it? - Just one moment!

Has she stolen from you? Yes or no?

When you plant melons so far away, you don't take them too seriously.

That's obvious.

Just what do you mean?

I mean it's not like when you are growing melons on a farm...

It's not for the money, and it's work and time wasted.

So why would you do it?

Maybe to set a trap for me?!

I don't understand.

You've planted them to tempt me... and so I'd steal them!

I've planted them... so you could take them!

It's a fact that I knew her father very well.

When I saw that she and her mother were living in a cave...

...and were very poorly off...

...while I was set up in that farm...

...then I got the idea of planting those melons.

I thought... "If she takes them...well and good!"

What a nice guy!

He had given her permission to pick those melons.

He hasn't spoken to me in 2 years.

I gave her permission in my mind.

You raving idiot!

Do you realize what you've put us through?

Shut your mug or you'll get a kick up your arse!

An you mind your own business.

It's those two who've made up this whole story.

As I wasn't picking those melons, they wanted them for themselves.

That girl hasn't stolen my melons... YOU stole HERS!

That is a most important statement!

You are not filing a complaint?

Not at all...on the contrary.

Next year I'll put in watermelons.

They'll be for you.

There are some who'd say thank you.

There are some who talk shit!

The court would like to hear the reason for this generosity.

As I said...it was from friendship...

...being a good neighbour... being of service...

I'm not good at explaining... I'd rather go.

I was in the middle of watering my carnations... they need it.

We must respect farm work... You may go.

You may leave, Saint Ugolin!

The main charge dismissed.

I should like to record my respect...

...for the feeling and generosity shown by Mr Ugolin.

He's the biggest bastard of all.

- Any other complaints? - I don't think so.

With nothing more on the agenda.. I'll pass the floor to the defence.

Thank you.

Your honour...

counsel for the prosecution...

ladies and gentlemen...

It is a pleasant duty to begin a plea...

...with a shout of victory!

But I would like to get straight to the point...

regarding a most serious accusation...

...that weighs upon us.

Crop theft!

Is there anything more sacred than a crop?

And what a crop!

One of gourds bursting with vitamins...

..and of which the nourishing flesh is both ennobled and sublimated...

...by the aroma of its sugars.

To sum it all up...melons!

And what melons!

Planted by a true pioneer...

...on the distant edges of a desert nourished by his sweat.

Long was he bent over the unforgiving soil...

...his manly back gnawed to the bone...

...by the leeching acid from the manure that he carried there.

The crime was a great one!

That is, if it ever was a crime!

But you have spoken, noble Ugolin, and your generosity sets us free!

And, well...we are going to be just as magnanimous as he is.

We shall assume that these witnesses are not truly false witnesses...

...but rather, falsely true witnesses.

Given they're relatively honest otherwise... we shan't ask the court

...to send them to prison.

It seems better to me...

..that a fine, or more precisely 2 fines...

...of 10,000 francs each, would be sufficient...

...to teach them to think twice...

...before accusing the innocent.

I grant reprieve, you will have nothing to pay...

...but let this warning be a lesson to you.

Go on, counsel.

I'll continue.

I come now to THE crime.

And when I say crime...

...I do not speak of this minor juvenile scuffle...

...over a natural response to outraged modesty...

...neither shall I speak of that lump...

...which might be better described as a bump.

When I say crime, I'm talking of that attack on morality...

...that brutish impulse...

..used against a virginal creature...

...who's miraculous energy has saved her from dishonour.

Yes he wanted to kiss her...

Yes, he wanted to violate her!

That is why I shan't plead any longer.

That crime is not on this court's list!

But I want to pay tribute benevolence of the court...

and I entrust the future of outraged innocence...

...to the infallible justice of the judge.

After hearing the facts of the case...

here is our judgment.

It is indisputable that that mother has given false testimony...

...that was exceptionally serious.

She deserves immediate arrest to a correctional tribunal...

...who will have her imprisoned for several years.

Me, in prison?

But she's a mother.

Weren't mothers created...

...to bear false witness on behalf of their children?!

When he was little, didn't she used to say...

"Look how handsome he is!"

By exaggerating as she did... and bandaging him this way...

...she has just conducted herself as a mother.

I find this young man guilty of attempted rape...

..a crime punishable with hard labour.

But he's 18!

He's ready to sow his wild oats!

His actions show he's not abnormal.

Led on by a flirtatious girl,

...he has not resisted the whirlwind of his passion.

I find that the shepherdess was much to blame.

After being frightened by the young man, she belted him with this club...

...which counsel would find too heavy as a walking stick.

So what...she hasn't invented female unpredictability!

Like we hear in the nightly racket of the local cats.

It's nothing more or less than a love story... A dance...a song...

...and ending with a whack with a stick.

So...following this general acquittal...

Ladies, those stories of The Devil and sorcery...

...are nothing less than culpable stupidity!

On behalf of this charming village...

What's that whistling?

It's smoking!

It's coming from that telephone machine!

I can't hear anything!

Get it out of here! Quick...outside!

What IS that box? It's ridiculous!

- That's funny...it's getting hot. - It's sure getting hot!

You aren't in any danger!

Something weird and evil is happening!

There's no risk!

Don't be afraid... It's just a technical mishap!

Besides...I do have a smaller unit as a spare!

Purely material damage.

Can I go home now?

You're free... What more do you want?

Go home...and try not to do it again.

Do what? He tried to rape her and she defended herself.

So next time, she should quietly submit to the ravages of a satyr?

I don't mean it like that.

I mean that next time you see a boy...

...you shouldn't start singing "Carmen"... Do you understand?

I'll never forget... after being handcuffed.

Thanks everybody!

There!...She does have a kind word.

But her tone suggests that it's probably not!

And now...it's time for a drink!

This first round is on the mayor!

Paid for by the municipality.

This little trial was held on behalf of our municipality...

...so it SHOULD pay... and it will!

Cheers!

What's with these hoists and floral decorations?

It's for the 5oth anniversary of the fountain tomorrow.

It's 50 years since it was given to us by our benefactor...

named Ernest Colombe.

He was a benefactor... as before then we had nothing.

We don't have much NOW!

It's good enough.

And Mr Belloiseau is going to make a speech, isn't he?

Mr Belloiseau...is it you who's to make the speech?

Yes, I have been given the honour of making the speech.

If I may say so myself, it will be a titbit of eloquence.

Everyone will be coming here for it...

The Accates, Buzine, the Camoins...

Sometimes they look down on us as if we were savages...

...so we need to stress our gratitude, our feelings...

...so they don't make fun of us.

Yes, don't have them make fun of us...

...by showing our natural and deep sensitivity to our friends!

Our friends...! Yes, that's it.

I shall say that behind our rude peasant facade...

...this celebration of gratitude clearly reveals...

...the exquisite delicacy of our feelings.

You arsehole!

We've got a fight!

Bastard! You dog thief!

It's nothing...it's Pamphile... He's run into his brother.

They can't have seen each other for ages.

Look...they had me in chains!

Listen...

...you can't stay here any longer.

If you don't want to leave without taking revenge...

I'll take revenge for you.

Why? Do you have an idea?

I'll put a curse on them so they die!

If you can make them die, why you did not do it sooner?

I swore to Giuseppe that I wouldn't...

...but when they threw him out of the cemetery... the oath was thrown out too!

- But Baptistine, how will it happen? - Don't worry me about it now!

Now you've had time to think of what you want.

I'll see you on Monday.

I'll be there!

Are you trying to kill your lawyer?!

Not at all...

I'd like to repay him!

I've collected some pebbles. I know you like them.

Who told you I collect stones?

I've seen you many times with your little hammer.

Whereabouts?

One morning in winter, up in Badauque.

You wore a big blue pullover and a soldier's beret.

And one time at P�ques, at the bottom of Rapon Gully.

I was hidden in the fennel.

You nearly stepped on my hand.

I'd never have suspected it!

When I'm in the hills...nobody sees me... nobody hears me!

Yet this morning, the police...

If my goats hadn't followed me...

...they wouldn't have been able to catch me.

Are you interested in my stones?

Where 've you found them?

At the bottom of Escaoupr�s Gully.

- Are there many of them there? - No...they're rare.

When I was little we used to call them "chocolate stones".

Because of their colour.

We used them in our slingshots.... They go furthest of all.

That's because they contain iron.

Iron oxide.

What's more remarkable is that they're bauxite.

So they also contain aluminium.

Does that make them valuable?

They would be, if we found a major deposit.

I mean a lot.

I know the hills well, and I've never seen bigger ones.

They must have been washed down from far away, by the rain.

Would you be interested in the statue of a big snail?

Particularly as a statue of a snail WOULD be a rarity!

I have one... It's of a snail this big!

With drawings on the shell and the edge around the cap.

It does everything but talk!

That'd interest me very much... It's probably an ammonite fossil.

- Where is it? - Up there, near my goats.

I'd come down to check my traps.

- So you do set traps! - Of course...I've got to eat.

I'm going to sell my catch to the inn at Pichauris.

I get upset about the birds. My father used to like them a lot.

But he thought of rabbits as no better than rats.

I've got a trap here.

Not a very big one.

They're not very big around here, but they smell very nice.

I'm sure you'll like it... so it's for you.

You really want me to have it?

One can't refuse gifts from the poor!

And besides, despite what people have said...

...we've never been poorer.

You're not poor when nothing is lacking.

How many traps to keep two people?

We also have our goats milk.

My mother makes some delicious cheese from it.

There's food in the hills... when you know how to find it.

In adventure novels, you read of berries and roots.

I've never tried.

When you eat olives, a nice rabbit stew...

some goats cheese with wild pear...

fig jam and a bunch of grapes...

...you aren't the poorest there is.

Lots of people have less.

I need to reset my trap.

I only have 3 the same as this one.

- Are they expensive? - Yes.

That is, they're expensive for me.

210 francs at the Aubagne fair.

Other ones I steal.

That's not right... stealing traps!

I've stolen them from Ugolin.

I feel I could kill him... He probably thinks the same about me.

You feel that way about the man who stood up for you?

He's the filthiest creature in the world, a hypocrite, a liar,

...a wild beast and a bastard!

I find this hatred rather mysterious.

It's better it stays a mystery.

There we are!

- I can't see a thing. - That's the way it should be.

How is it that Ugolin lives in the farm where you were born?

He bought it.

He said that he was a friend of your father's.

Yes...after his fashion.

See here how I have a swinging door.

They cost me nothing... I make them myself.

The ants have come and eaten my worm!

Otherwise I'd have caught a beautiful thrush.

These 3 sticks bring me luck.

My father made them.

People told me about your father, in the village.

According to them he was a very fine man, but rather mysterious.

Mysterious to those animals!

I'd rather not talk about it.

Anything I'd say would be nothing next to what he really was.

You couldn't imagine how handsome he was.

He had great big eyes, that always had a worried look.

Then suddenly they'd get a little glow... and he'd be laughing.

His teeth gleamed as if they were brand new.

When we had walnuts...

I used to steal them from Pondrane's...

But it wasn't really stealing, as no one else picked them.

Anyway...Papa cracked them open for Paul and all of us.

He wouldn't let US try to do the same.

Look at this tree...

Papa used to love it.

Can you imagine why?

Whenever he passed it, he said hello. It was green back then.

Would you believe it...

...when Papa died, the tree died too.

Don't you think that's weird?

Certainly very strange.

Here's a drawing of my father.

It was when we were fetching water... that's me there.

None of you had any shoes?

We did wear them, but not when we were getting water.

We got it from the Romarins farm at Baume de Passe-Temps.

We had to go every day.

Our shoes wouldn't have lasted.

Even if we'd been well-off, we wouldn't have worn them.

Why did you have to go so far?

Because...there wasn't anything any closer.

What about the village fountain?

Yes, that was much closer...

Only we'd have to put up with seeing those ugly peasants.

And they could've made us pay for the water.

Passe-Temps was ours. The whole side of the gully is ours.

The land's worthless, but it's ours.

And the boy standing in front of you is your brother?

Yes...that's Paul...he's dead.

I know.

He died on his name-day...St Paul.

He was 15.

Where does Ugolin get his water from, for all his carnations?

- Not far away. - He's got a big tank?

Better than that... he's found a spring.

The one your father had spent so long looking for?

And Ugolin found it right off!

Here's the statue of the snail... Isn't it beautiful?!

That's certainly an ammonite fossil. It's magnificent.

I'll give it to the museum at the teacher's college...

My old headmaster will love it.

How will you carry it back to the village?

If it'll fit in my bag...

...I'll be fine.

There we are!

Tell me...

Do you intend spending the rest of your life here in the hills.

That's what I'd like to do.

- All on your own? - You're never alone in the hills.

I have my goats, my donkey, and my dog.

I did have Baptistine... she was my only friend.

Did she die?

No, she's gone away.

Why?

She saw that the cemetery had tossed out her husband Giuseppe's grave.

Is such a crime legal?

It's a municipal regulation... which is worse than a crime.

All the worse for them.. it'll cost them dearly.

How?

Before she left, she put a curse on the village.

Do you believe that stuff?!

Maybe you'll come to believe it too.

An old woman's curse... to get the Good Lord's attention.

Tell me..if the village were to die...

...would you lose your job?

Why would the village die?!

Are you going to be at the festival at the fountain tomorrow?

Of course. Won't you be coming?

I've never seen a festival... but I wouldn't mind going to that one.

What's stopping you?

What if they're nasty to me?

- Why would they be nasty? - You never can tell.

I'll be there...I'll make sure nothing happens to you.

- Is that the angelus bell? - Yes...for 7 o'clock.

Already?! I must get back.

I'm expecting a friend who's coming to dinner.

He's an agricultural engineer.

It may already be there, I'll cop a scolding from my mother.

She still scolds you?!

She sure does. What about yours?

Mine? No...

- Are you too grown-up? - No.

Since the death of my brother, she's become more childlike.

If you're in a hurry, I'll show you a shortcut.

Come on.

See?...There's the path.

- So I'll see you tomorrow? - Definitely.

- So...thanks. - See you.

Hey! You forgot your rabbit!

- Thanks...see you tomorrow. - See you.

There are Manon's goats... She can't be far.

Are you there, Manon?

If I hadn't seen your goats, I wouldn't have found you.

So that was you coming up from Garette Flat.

It must have been me... That's the way I came.

- You got here very quickly. - I was running.

Do you come this far up to set your traps?

Don't get mad...

I know it's your turf around here...

...but don't think I was out to steal your birds.

I came up just for fun... I wanted to see your hill.

I thought, that with this wind...

...there should be some wheatears on Pierre-Vieille ridge.

And I brought some traps to catch termites.

Some lovely red ones...look...

They're beautiful, Did you cut down an olive tree?

Who told you that?

The red termites live in the trunks of olive trees.

Yes...that's a fact.

So was it an olive tree at Romarin that you cut down?

- Yes. - Which one?

The one in the middle of the field... right in the middle.

My brother and I had...

...made a sort of nest between the big branches.

There are still bits of wire there.

That'd be right.

Bits of wire...and nails.

No! There weren't any nails!

You don't put nails in an olive tree.

But they hold well... I often make use of them.

Some people would stick them anywhere... even in the hands of Our Lord.

If I'd known that you were fond of it, I wouldn't have cut it down.

But it was half-dead anyway... in the middle of my carnations.

But if I'd known, I wouldn't have cut it down.

Why not? You own it...it's your farm!

- You bought it. - I know...at the auction!

You've destroyed part of my heritage.

It was an honest mistake.

Your mother's potty... I haven't spoken to her.

Anyone would think that I tried to profit from her craziness.

It was an honest auction... no one tried to bad-mouth the property...

...it sold for what it was worth. - Oh, you acted SO honestly!

Nice to hear you say so. Like this morning...

...when that pockmarked girl told me that the police had captured you...

...and I left my carnations to defend you...

What did I say about the melons?

That really surprised me!

And it made you happy.

The teacher might be a great speaker, but if I'd put in a complaint

...he wouldn't have been able to save you.

So weren't those things true, that you said for me.

Yes, they were true.

But I could easily have said just the opposite!

If I'd wanted, I could 've...

Yes, you could have made things even worse for me!

How have I made things bad for you?

Manon, you're talking nonsense!

You'll see whether I've done the wrong thing by you...

It wasn't true about the traps...

I was kidding... It was a joke..

Like with the melons.

I brought these traps for you to have them.

One day you pinched 2 of them. You thought I wouldn't notice, didn't you?!

But I didn't say anything.

I thought: "She's too poor to buy any."

That's why I bought those.

There are 27 on Garette Ridge. There's 6.

You don't want them?

Too bad...I'll leave them anyway.

I must tell you something serious!

Leave me alone!

It's strange how you're afraid of me.

Even when you were a little girl...

...I wanted to put you on my knee... but you never wanted to.

Now you should be able to understand that I'm your friend.

I lent some money to your father.

- I know...when my brother was sick. - A lot of money!

- 21,000 francs. - Around that, with interest.

For me it was a lot. It was all I had.

It was an inheritance from my uncle, who'd been a "Cicada".

You had an uncle who liked cicadas?

As I understand it, he'd been a soldier in Africa...

...and the used to fry cicadas and eat them.

Fried up by the pan-full, it was very good.

You must understand that I had to get that money repaid somehow.

And you took a fancy to the Romarin farm.

Yes, I liked it. You can't reproach me for that!

Understand, it was the best way to sort it out.

I've retiled the roof...all new tiles.

I replaced the door and the shutters and pruned back the wild grapes.

It was all so beautiful Papet thought I must be getting married.

But why not?

What is so pretty, is the carnations. They're still just cuttings...

...but in 3 months they'll be in full flower.

The flowers are so graceful... and the returns are so good!

Do you know how much I earned last year?

I couldn't care.

Perhaps you should care!

630,000 francs... And that was my first year!

I'll put the money into new plantings...

And I'm sure I can more than double it!

Perhaps a million and a half... even two.

Bully for you!

I'm just trying to point out that the farm hasn't been neglected!

What would you and your mother have done with it?

Certainly not made a million and a half.

And still I'm robbed!

Carnations are sold in bunches, wrapped in pretty paper.

Of course, I don't know how to do that.

I sell them in bundles, so they pay me less.

Oh, I feel so sorry for you!

Wrapping the bunches is a woman's job.

If you long for the farm... If you'd like to come back with your mother...

...you could help me.

Now I see why you've come up here!

You need servants!

No-no-no... Don't take it like that!

If you like... You wouldn't be a servant.

What would I be?

The mistress of the house.

You'll be in charge... and I shall love you.

Your mother could just look after the kitchen.

When I go back, I'll talk with the priest and the mayor.

I wouldn't give a damn what anyone else said!

Even if you WERE a witch.. I'd take you as you are!

A million and a half, this year.

YOU?! You expect me to marry YOU?!

Yes of course! What's so strange about that?!

You were born here like me... you belong even more than me!

You're a native of these hills like a gerbil or a wren.

Do you want to go to town? That's not it is it?

- What do you know about it? - Come off it!

What are you going to do with your crazy mother?

While, at my place, your place... OUR place...

...she'd be living amongst flowers... and she'd get better.

Flowers are good for crazy people.

So go and sniff yours! It'll do you good!

Why do you talk like that? Do you think I'm stupid?

There's one thing that bothers me...

I have a strong desire to kiss you.

I have it all the time.

Watch yourself... There's still blood on this stick!

Don't be afraid... I won't touch you...

The truth is just that I love you!

That makes me feel sick!

That's not true!

You're just playing silly games... like your goats.

But I'm being serious... I love you!

It's me who's shouting it to the countryside.

Don't do it any more... It scares me.

It makes me feel good... I can't help myself.

I've felt this for a long time.

It was at Escaoupr�s, after the big storm.

I was hidden in the bushes...

...and I saw you bathing in puddles of rain.

You were 13...and naked! I left before I got into trouble.

It's disgusting to ogle little girls!

I was there for thrushes... I didn't mean to be.

- You're a dirty old man! - No I'm not!

I'm not old! I'm 39.

I'm easy to get on with. And I have no other mouths to feed.

My grandparents are dead.

My mother hung herself...my father hung himself before the war.

Nobody!

Papet is my uncle... He's rich.

He'll leave everything to me. He's fond of me. And he doesn't have long to live.

We'll have his house and million worth of carnations for you!

For YOU...for God's sake... because I love you!

It's not me who's replying... it's the echo!

Please just tell me one thing... What would make you happy?

Shave off your moustache... after that, we'll see.

What a great idea!... Why didn't you say so earlier?

I'll shave off my moustache.

Tomorrow ar the water festival, I'll do even better.

You'll see me dressed in my Sunday best.

You've never seen me in my jacket with the belted back.

You're going to have to look twice to recognise me.

Any change can only be for the better!

When you see me, I want an answer right away.

So it's agreed... You'll give me a reply tomorrow?

Not so fast! When the carnations are in flower!

That's another good idea... That'll be even nicer!

Above all...when you see me, don't talk to me.

We have to keep our secret. I won't say a word to anyone.

Goodbye my love... I'll run now, and water your millions!

After that, I'll shave off my moustache.

I love you!

None of this is worth a damn.

If it's just that you want to send it to the museum in your old school....

...perhaps you should include some cobblestones...

...or some road-gravel!

That's a let-down!

Wait, though... I've something else to show you.

An ammonite.

From a mineralogical point of view... worth nothing.

But very spectacular.

But whereabouts did you find THAT!?

The shepherdess in the hills gave it to me.

The one who bashes up the village boys?

Your mother told me.

This is very interesting.

It's worth 1,000 or 2,000 a ton.

Where did your shepherdess find it?

In a torrent bed on Escaoupr�s that only runs when it rains.

And did you see any layers or outcrops?

At first glance, it looks if it may be valuable.

I'll get an electro-chemical analysis.

So you're already exchanging gifts with this shepherdess?

No...just a lawyer's honorarium!

She might have offered you something softer than stones.

Maybe she did, but you're being discrete!

Mr Massicard!... You do have some funny ideas!

She's cute, but she's like a wild animal.

- She can jump like a goat! - You've seen her?

I saw her leave at lunchtime... She went by under our window.

- She was running and dancing at the same time. - Interesting.

- I guess your boy has something better in the village! - Come off it!

Is that the case?

No, I'm afraid... I work too hard.

Doing what?

College professorship.

- Meanwhile, village schoolteacher... - Especially in this part of the world.

I came on foot from Aix. Not a village, not a farm!

What wasn't stones was rocks!

Will come into the village with me this evening?

No, I don't think so.

Tomorrow there's a big festival... The 50th anniversary of the fountain.

- A big water festival! - Good reason for a festival.

Without that spring... And your shepherdess will be there.

I doubt it...maybe.

What if you find her attractive? Kings have married shepherdesses!

Those kings could usually afford a couple of them!

Have you ever seen such a crowd?!

Lots of them!

I'm wondering if I've got enough beer and lemonade.

Who is this gentleman?

It's Ugolin! Ugolin, what's happened to you?

Good heavens!

Gracious!...Are you in love?

Would it be so strange, if I were in love?

Didn't she like your moustache?

Don't start making rude remarks about my wearing cologne.

My moustache caught fire from my cigarette, and I shaved it off.

Don't you think it suits me?

- You look like an American. - Or an unfrocked priest.

I think he looks younger.

Enough of that...stop looking at me... You'll make me blush.

Hasn't the festival started?

We're waiting for Mr Belloiseau.

It's odd that he should be making the speech.

Why?

- He's deaf! - Deaf but not dumb.

He's making the speech... He doesn't have to listen to it!

What's the collar and tie for?

- I'll put them on at the last minute. - When?

When everyone's here, and it starts.

That's a nice carnation you have.

It's my first for the year. First of many!

I've always been fascinated by these.

One minute they're like a blade of grass...and then this.

How do they stand the heat?

They're next to my spring.. so they're well-watered.

If he'd had a spring... the hunchback wouldn't have died.

Gentlemen... Are we ready to start the festival?

We're waiting on the little girls chorus.

The little...girls...

...chorus...the choir!

Thank you...never between meals.

It is certain, that when Ernest Colombe first came to this part of the world,

...the local peasants, your fathers and grandfathers...

...did not make him very welcome.

In these parched hills, the people lived a hard life.

They lived on chickpeas, olives and almonds...

...and their main vegetable was dandelion leaves...

...that they chewed on with pleasure...

...before grazing on the roots at the cemetery.

He speaks well!

Pity he can't hear what he's saying.

The bitterness of their existence came out in their character.

So Mr Colombe was not well regarded.

He was known as "The Parisian", even though he came from Marseilles.

He was disliked for his cheap cigars...

...for not speaking Proven�al... ...and for being very deaf.

The latter two criticisms could have been fused into one.

Indeed...what's the of hearing what we can't understand?

Look...the pipe's coughing!

What's it trying to say?

It seems he was able to win the friendship of two poachers...

...Pique-Bouffigue and Ratapenade...

...by giving them a duplicate key to his cellar.

His body was brought to the cemetery by these two village celebrities...

...who stopped every 10 metres, to drink a toast over the coffin...

...according to the expressed wishes of the deceased.

But, on returning from the funeral, which almost no one had attended...

...the mayor was visited by the notary of Aubagne...

...who'd ridden over on a mule...

...and gave him a letter and a canvas bag.

The letter says:

These morons did not like me...

...while I was living.

I want to force them to bless me after my death.

I leave my Perdrix spring to the municipality...

....and 1,000 gold louis for the installation of a pipe...

...to take the water to a fountain in the village square.

The 1,000 louis were in the bag.

There are none left.

But the fountain is there.

Is it flowing properly, now?

It's just being emotional.

Ernest Colombe...you have been the exterminator of the chickpea!...

...you've replaced the wretched dandelion with fresh vegetables.

You've more than doubled the number and weight of tomatoes.

...you've inflated, from beyond the grave...

...the purple skin of our aubergines.

You've stretched out the juicy pods of our melons...

...and your posthumous enthusiasm animates the subterranean wanderings...

...of the enterprising Jerusalem artichokes.

Where would our village be, without you?

We'd be nourished by that goat-food known as chickpeas...

...with yellow skin and floury lips...

...our faces greenish from the dandelion leaves...

...our teeth chipped from cracking nut shells...

...barely strengthened by that thin excretion

...oozing from the soft udders of capric beasts...

I'm talking about goats milk!

We'd be nourished too, by silent phantoms...

...quivering with greed and hatred...

...as we crossed the dusty streets...

...and exchange, instead of the normal greetings...

...roars of rage and despair.

So thank you for this nourishing liquid...

...who's sound, amplified by our ears...

...is such a joy to hear.

Thank you for its liquidity...

...thank you for its clarity... thank you for its freshness.

- Philox�ne, look! - Who's responsible? Where's Ange?!

- I'm here! - Did you turn off the water?

- I haven't turned it off! - Maybe some kids did it.

I'll go check.

The water 'll come back.

Can't be sure. What do you think's happened?

Who can tell?

But if he found himself...

Maybe someone's playing a trick on us.

We mustn't panic.

I've ordered 200 bottles of beer and lemonade.

Do you understand?

I don't think it's a trick. The pipe's blocked.

Thanks to you, Ernest Colombe... Let me see...

It's clear, but nothing's coming through.

Mother of God!

The spring has stopped flowing!

- In your field? - Let's go to the spring!

- I was up there since this morning. - Before the start?

That doesn't matter... I was near the concrete pond.

All of a sudden, I didn't hear the sound of running water.

The water coming out of the rocks?

Our pipe runs out of the concrete pond.

I watched for a while, the water is not returning.

If it lasts 8 days, can you imagine the disaster?

Just don't panic!

It could be blocked with soil or toads.

What about my tomatoes? Can you imagine what it'll cost me?!

And my strawberries that I haven't watered yet!

Pardon the language, but...

"Some arsehole is responsible."

Let's just calm down! The water will come back.

Your lemonade will be off.

- Has it stopped for good? - It'll come back!

Fortunately, I have mine.

Are you sure you have it?

I watered just before lunch... I'm positive.

At lunchtime it was flowing fine.

I assure you it was.

Your spring is on the same path which goes from Perdrix to the fountain.

So what?

If this one's dead, yours might be in trouble.

Mother of God... My carnations!

Are you sure it's the same spring?

No...but it sure made him run!

The pride of the village turns to indignation.

Blow into it.

You shouldn't blow...

...you should suck.

But this isn't the place to try and fix it!

It's at the spring! Come on...up to the spring!

She does not have the cheekiness of aerated water...

...whose bottle contains 3 dozens burps.

It is water from the sky which gushes forth...

...a crystal liquid...

...through the shining copper tube...

..to pour out health and wealth.

And now...

But what's going on?!

- Is it a bet? - It's had it!

A speaker can't be treated like this!

Whe turn off the water, you cut out my effects.

It must be turned on immediately! I order you to turn it on.

I finish with a poem which goes... "Flow, flow, blessed spring...

"Flow now and forever."

I command you to turn it back on!

It's had it! There's only air coming out!

The spring's dried up!

And the reason?

I know the reason.

What is it?

- I know. - Me too.

Would you please explain what you're talking about!

We need to open his eyes.

- That one there is the cause of it. - What do you mean by that?

If you know something, say so!

Since that jinx has been here...

...she hasn't taken her eyes off the fountain.

That's quite right... I was watching her!

She made a sign of the cross upside down.

- Most unusual! - Like this.

I cannot believe...

I see what I see... and YOU see it too!

The fountain has stopped. When that witch leaves...

...it will start flowing again.

- I wouldn't count on it. - It was holy water!

- She jumped as if it burned her! - Look at the fire in her eyes!

- That was from the holy water. - It was cold!

You were wrong to waste it... especially now.

See! She's saying the fountain is dead!

She said nothing of the sort!

Are you totally insane?!

There's no more water at my place... What can we do?

Don't panic... I'm contacting Rural Engineering.

The engineer is a friend of mine.

He'll work it out.

Assuming that the water doesn't just come back on its own.

Do you believe it's going to come back?

- Of course! - We all believe it will!

Let's all calm down now, and get on with the music!

Who for? Everybody's gone.

When they hear the orchestra, they'll come back.

If they don't get to play, the mayor won't pay them...come on.

The phone for you, teacher! Quick.

One of your local morons wouldn't 've cut the pipe, ploughing?

The spring...yes... That's more serious.

I'll talk to my boss...

I'm sure he'll get me to look into it.

I'll get a bit of walking out of it.

I'll try and make it by this evening.

Your casserole specialty?!

Sounds great!

See you soon.

The engineer's coming this evening.

As the fountain might wait for him, to start flowing...

...we can play cards till midnight.

In the meantime we can dance and drink.

You flow inexhaustibly...

Purified through chaste sand In the underground depths...

Suddenly expelling your riches Through the pipes of heaven...

With a clear whisper, dancing

With only joy, love and sweetness.

End of Part 1

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