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(DOG BARKING)

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

(RATTLES DOOR HANDLE)

(WHISTLES)

(SIGHS)

I'm dying for love of you, Maria.

See how my hand shakes.
For a butcher, this is very dangerous.

What am I going to do with you, Marcel?

Won't you ever give up?

Never. Time is in my favor.

One of these days you will outgrow
those childish religious scruples.

That has nothing to do with how I...

Oh, what is the use?

Just give me the meat Mama ordered.

(CONTINUES WHISTLING)

Oh, pardon me, mademoiselle.

I wonder if you could tell me
where I could find the estate agent?

- Monsieur Paraulis?
- Yes.

- That is...
- I tried there. He's out.

Oh...

You see the cafe?
The table with the three men.

- Yes?
- He's on the right.

- Thank you very much.
- Monsieur.

Monsieur Paraulis?

Hmm?

- Oui.
- Henry Dussard.

- Dussard...
- Yes.

(GASPS) Dussard!

From America, yes?

(LAUGHS) The nephew of Old Antan.

Come all the way from America
to claim his inheritance. (CHUCKLES)

- I was expecting you, monsieur.
- Thank you.

This is your first visit to
St. Prioust en Pegoustan,

-n'est-ce pas, monsieur?
- Yes, it is.

But I have a feeling
I've been here before.

- You know that feeling?
-(LAUGHS) To be sure!

Sometimes I feel
that way about America,

so much have I heard about it.

You have come into
a fine old property, monsieur.

uh-huh.

I can get a very handsome price for you.

No. No, thank you, Monsieur Paraulis.

The place is not for sale.

This is an olive farm, right?

Well, I intend to work it, live on it myself.

- After all, 500 olive trees...
- Four hundred and eighty.

Well, give or take a few,
that's still a lot of trees.

Should be a real good living, you know.

They are worthless.

Worthless?

The cost of labor, monsieur,
the olives would never support you.

Now, wait.

My mother used to live in this town.

She always told me
there was money in olives.

Times change, monsieur.

The world is watching its weight.

Olive oil is out of fashion.

Do yourself a favor and reconsider.

(CHUCKLES)

You...

You almost had me fooled
there for a minute.

Eh?

The real estate pitch in Southern France
is the same as the USA.

Naturally, I do not expect you to
take my word. Find out for yourself.

Uh-huh. I intend to.
If you'll tell me how to get there.

It is called Mas-de-la-Pousoraco.

Mas-de-la-what?

Old Provencal, meaning "The Iron Well."

- Take the road to the right.
- Uh-huh.

Go about five kilometers.

To your left you will see a well

with a fine old wrought iron arch.

That will be it.

Thank you, monsieur.

If you should change your mind,
Monsieur Dussard,

consult no one else.

The others are all thieves.

(CHUCKLES)

So long.

(DISTANT SINGING IN FRENCH)

(GIRL SINGING)

(MAN SINGING)

(ALL SINGING)

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

Ah, Monsieur Dussard.

Welcome to the parish
of St. Prioust en Pegoustan.

- Thank you.
- I am Father Sylvain.

Well, I'm very pleased
to meet you, Father.

SYLVAIN: Do they disturb you?

No, no. They're just a little unexpected,
that's all.

Bon. I like a man
who is fond of children, you see.

Well, actually...

Children are the hope
of mankind, monsieur.

Through them we will conquer
greed and cruelty.

This is a vision of mine.

And you will hear more of it
as our friendship grows stronger.

I teach them that one's whole life
should be a prayer.

Do you agree, monsieur?

- Well, frankly, I...
- Of course, my son. Forgive me.

You have problems of your own.

There is much to be done here, eh?

Yes, yes. It's a question of
whether to begin inside or out.

Uh-huh. Then you intend to stay?

Yes, I do, Father.

Uh-huh. May I ask what is
your line of business, monsieur?

Well, if I'm gonna grow olives,

I guess you could
call me an olive farmer.

You are married?

No. No, I'm not.

Well, that is too bad.

What do you mean?

I was thinking of the olives, monsieur.

For a single man, they are impossible.

You know, you're the second man today
that's told me olives are worthless.

No, I never said "worthless."

But unless a man has many children,

he will not get his olives picked.

He won't?

The cost of labor, monsieur.

It eats up all the profits.

Oh, I see. Well, I'll pick 'em myself, then.

(LAUGHS) Obviously, monsieur,
you know nothing about the olives.

Well, they pick 'em
off the trees, don't they?

Oui. Over in Marseilles,
but our trees are different.

When the olives are ripe, the mistral
comes and knocks them to the ground.

The mistral?

Yes, the big wind that blows through
here every year at harvest time.

The wind knocks the olives down,

then they must be picked up with
the thumb and the finger one at a time.

A man's fingers are too rough.

The fingers of a women are better.

But those of the child are best of all.

(CHILDREN PLAYING)

Marriage would solve
your problem, monsieur.

Do you know how long it would take me

to raise enough little pickers
to pick all these olives?

- I can't wait that long.
-(CHUCKLING)

- You can marry a widow.
- Yeah.

I happen to know several.

- You're serious, aren't you?
- Oh, oui.

Well, no thanks. I'll find some other way,
if you don't mind.

Maybe the hand of God
is in your coming here, monsieur.

I just want to make an honest living.

I will pray to St. Prioust
for your success, monsieur.

Thank you.

Come and see me, eh?

Thank you, I will.

(CHILDREN PLAYING)

Let's go home. Let's go home.

(SINGS IN FRENCH)

(ALL SINGING)

So it takes a family, does it?

(WOMAN HUMMING QUIETLY)

(DUSSARD HUMS)

(WOMAN CONTINUES HUMMING)

Bonjour, Monsieur Dussard.

(HUMMING CONTINUES)

What are you doing here?

I'm preparing monsieur's breakfast.

Oh.

Has monsieur slept well?

Yeah, yeah. Thank you. But...

Oh.

I am Maria Riserau.

We met yesterday in the village.

Yes, I remember.

But I'm still wondering why you're here.

Father Sylvain sent me.

Father...

Oh, the priest!

The truth is, monsieur,
he asked Mama to come,

but she is ill, so I have come instead.

Oh.

Pardon, monsieur. Breakfast is ready.

Uh-huh.

Bon appetit, monsieur.

Thank you.

Father Sylvain, huh?

Say...

You wouldn't happen
to be a widow, would you?

Me? (LAUGHS)

No!

But Mama is. She has nine children.

She...

Nine?

I'm the eldest.

Eat, monsieur. It becomes cold.

(CHILDREN LAUGHING OUTSIDE)

Pardon, monsieur. Pardon.

MARIA: Children! Children!

What will monsieur think?

You are here to work and be useful,
not to play and fight.

Children, I introduce you to your new
neighbor, Monsieur Dussard.

Monsieur Dussard,
these are my brothers and sisters.

Now, children, all together...

ALL: Welcome, Monsieur Dussard,
to St. Prioust en Pegoustan.

Well, thank you.

Now, boys, clean up the yard.
Girls, come into the house with me.

Marius, on second thought, you go
into the house with Sidoni and the girls.

Yes, but I want to work with the boys.

Ah, ah, no back talk. Quickly, inside.

Come on.

Go and sweep.

If you would start
making the bed it would be marvelous.

Sidoni, come here.

Come and look at the picture!

- I'll take that! There we go. Never mind.
- Pardon, monsieur.

Never mind cleaning up in here.
Everybody outside.

- But, monsieur...
- No buts. Out, out, out.

I just don't like people looking
around and cleaning up. That's all.

But I promised Father Sylvain...

Now, you tell Father Sylvain
I appreciate the help,

but no thanks.

And you tell him for me
that when I need little pickers,

I'll supply my own, my own way.

Thank you.
And it won't have to be by marriage.

Now mademoiselle...

Au revoir.

(DOGS BARKING)

(GIRLS GIGGLING)

Bye-bye.

- Bonjour, Maria.
- Bonjour, Marcel.

Your order, cherie.

Merci. How much?

Forty francs, 70.

You've been avoiding me, Maria.

I've started working again.

Oh...

How is the American?

The American?

Yes. Your neighbor.

The one whose breakfast
you've been serving?

Where did you hear that?

Oh, these things get around.

Oh, it happened once.
I haven't seen him since.

Oh, no?

How could I possibly have seen him?
He keeps to himself.

And besides, he has been away.

But you do notice that he does keep
to himself and that he has been away.

(ENGINE CRANKING)

Too much throttle, Maria.

You're flooding it.

Nothing good is ever done in anger.
Let me try.

Meanwhile, you say
a prayer to St. Prioust.

When you contemplate his holy anger
these little irritations fade away.

(ENGINE STARTS)

You see? It's working already.

Oh, I'm sorry, Father.
I've lost your place.

It's nothing Maria.
At my age, I know this book by heart.

How does it go at the perfume factory?

Very well.

And your new American neighbor?

Oh!

I know when to mind
my own business, Father.

I'm not the least interested in that man.
And you know,

he's not a bachelor like you said.

No? He told me he was.

Marius saw pictures
of him with his children.

Oh, but they could be his cousins,

or perhaps his nieces or nephews.

Then why was he ashamed?

Ashamed?

Oui. He became very angry,

and he grabbed the pictures from Marius
and he threw us out.

Why would he do that
if he is not hiding something?

Oh, come now, Maria.

He's ashamed,
because his children are so ugly.

Maria!

Marius said they looked
just like little monkeys.

Little monkeys?

(CHATTERING)

Madeline, sit down now,

and let me do the driving, all right?

Here, you look at the road map.

Keep me on the right track.

-(SCREAMING)
- Hey, cool it back there, will ya?

Why don't you look at the map,
like Madeline, here.

Hey!

Wow. Cut that out, now, Delphine.
That's not funny.

Sit down, keep your hands to yourself.

That's better.

How're we doing?

All right, girls.
We're coming into the village now.

I want you to lie down back there.

You too, Madeline. Come here.

That's good.

Now, stay that way.

Under wraps until the time is ripe.

Improvements?

What kind of improvements?

The spare room by the kitchen,
for one thing.

He's making it into a nursery.

A nursery?

Are you certain of this?

I make it my business to be certain
of everything before I speak.

It is a virtue you should acquire.

If it is a nursery,
then he must be married.

That does not necessarily follow.

Yes, it does, Emile.

For an American, it does.

Here. Have one.

Merci.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Did you see?

It's the American. He has returned.

All right, stay down now. Stay down.

You, too, Madeline. Get down. Get down.

(MONKEYS CHATTERING)

Come on.

Come on, Madeline, keep up.

Okay, come on in, girls.

There we go.

Now, let's not get carried away.
Let's act like ladies.

Hey, stop chasing Monique
around that way.

You two get off the sink, will ya?

We're not here to play,
you know, we're here to work.

Oh, boy.

All right, now, Delphine,
you knock that off.

The quicker you settle in,
the better it's gonna be for all of us.

Come on, take my hand.

Come on, Celeste. Come on.

Ah, now this is your room.

Come on, Madeline. Let's go.

Okay. Live it up.

I saw them, monsieur.
They are charming.

What are you doing here again for?
I mean, uh...

They are your family, monsieur,
but why did you not tell me?

Well, I wanted to keep it a secret.

Why? Is it something to be ashamed of?

No, no, no. It's just that, uh...

Let me see them, monsieur, please.

Easy!

They're not used to strangers.
Take it easy.

They are beautiful.

Where did you get them?

HANK: I picked them up in Marseilles.

Bought 'em from the U.S. Air Force.

The Air Force?

Uh huh. Yeah.
They used to be astro-chimps.

I was their trainer.

May I, monsieur?

I guess so.

Celeste seems to like you.

Celeste?

Yeah, I gave them all French names
since they'll be living here.

That's Delphine, the large one,
and Madeline and Monique.

All girls?

Females are more
cooperative than males.

Higher sense of responsibility.

Oh, naturally, monsieur.
It has always been so.

Uh-huh.

But don't get any wrong ideas.

They may be girls, but they're rugged.

For space flight, they had to be.

Space flight? You mean, these poor
little things were sent up in rockets?

Don't get excited. They lost their jobs
before they ever made it.

The Air Force is
sending up men nowadays.

I'm happy for that.

You will keep them here, monsieur?

Yeah. That's the idea.

May I help you with them?

Oh, no, No.

Thanks. We'll do fine.

Please, monsieur.
I will be like a mother to them.

You'd just spoil 'em.

Look. You see how
she takes to me already?

Give 'em too much affection,
they'll walk all over you.

But no one ever has
too much love, monsieur.

Well, that's true.

Wait a minute, now look, I have put a lot
of time and effort into their education.

I'm not about to goof it up.

But monsieur, I would
make them the cutest little outfits...

Now, that is exactly
the kind of help I don't want.

These are not dolls you play with.
They're chimpanzees.

As such, they have dignity
and they have rights.

I'm not about to let somebody come in
and turn them into clowns,

or glamour girls, or anything except
plain, simple, hard working chimps,

you understand?

- Oui, monsieur.
- All right.

But, I was just thinking, you know,
the sun is very hot,

and if they had little bonnets

when I take them walking in the village...

Stop right there.

The village is absolutely
out of bounds. Absolutely.

But why?

Come here.

- Can you keep a secret?
- Oh, but of course.

All right, you're the only one
who knows about 'em.

- I am?
- Yeah, yeah.

So I'm sort of in your power.

You are what?

Uh, never mind. Look...

I am going to teach these monkeys
how to pick olives.

- To pick olives?
- Yes.

- How clever, monsieur.
- Yeah, yeah.

Now look, if I let you
help me with the training,

will you promise not to tell anybody?

- Oh, yes. I will not tell a soul.
- Okay.

But why must I not tell a soul?

Well, I don't want kids
and sightseers coming up here

and fouling up discipline and training.
You understand?

Oui, monsieur.

All right. Now don't even
tell your own family.

Not even Mama will I tell.

Okay.

It's just yours and mine... Our secret.

You and me, huh?

I'd better be going now.

Oh, monsieur,
I've started working again,

at the perfume factory, in Grasse.

So I can only come to help you
in the evenings, and on weekends.

Will that be all right?

Only evenings... It'll be fine, yes.

Au revoir, monsieur.

Au revoir. And remember. Shh.

Shh.

Merci beaucoup, monsieur.

You're welcome.

Monsieur Terradouren.

That is the second stalk of bananas
the American has bought this week.

Oui.

What does he do with
all those bananas?

What does he do?
He eats them. What else?

For one man, that is a lot of fruit.

Perhaps he is a vegetarian.

Whatever he is, it is good for business.

A strange man, huh?

Oui. Even for an American.

You're certain he's married?

Ah, I did not say that.

But you did speak of a room for children.

I see. You are worried about Maria.

Yes. She's young and innocent.

Her head could be turned
by this foreigner.

(LAUGHS)

Something is funny?

No, no, no. I was just thinking.

A big red-blooded butcher like you,
afraid of a vegetarian.

(LAUGHS)

That is a funny thing.
That is a very, very funny thing.

(LAUGHS)

Maria. Hey, come on. Time's a wastin'.

Here we are.

Oh, no.

Aren't they sweet?

No. They look ridiculous.

Maria, didn't I tell you
they were working chimps?

Oui, monsieur, but they are girls,
and they have feelings.

To a girl appearance is most important.

Especially chimpanzees.

Well, we'll just see about that.
Come on girls...

We're gonna take up the lesson
where we left off yesterday.

Keep in mind rule number one,
we do not eat the olives.

Okay, Monique, you're first.

Okay. Pick 'em up.

Good.

Nice going, Monique,
you haven't forgotten a thing,

in spite of the silly work clothes.

Here, Monique.
This is for being a good girl.

Okay, Celeste, you're next.

-(CELESTE SQUEALS)
- Celeste!

Celeste, come back here!

(SHOUTING INAUDIBLY)

Celeste, come down here.

(CELESTE CHATTERING)

Celeste, I'm getting upset.

(SCREECHING)

Come here.

Watch it, Hank. Be careful.

Celeste!

(BRANCH CRACKING)

Oh, no.

(GASPS) Hank!

Hank, cheri. Cheri. You're... You're hurt.

Hank. Hank. Look at me. Say something.

(GROANING)

You and your fancy clothes.

Come on,
that's gonna get you nowhere, Celeste.

Come on, back to work.

(GRUNTS)

Oh, no. Give me those bananas.

You've got to work for these, you know.

Come on. Come on, you too.

Pick up the olives.

Hello, Father.

Marvelous, Monsieur Dussard.
Simply marvelous.

Now I know what is meant
by "American enterprise."

Do you realize they could revolutionize
the entire olive industry?

Father...

Can you not see these little ladies
in every orchard in Provence?

Ha! What a vision!

Look, Father...

This could be the beginning
of a great moral regeneration.

Come here, my busy little friend.

Permit me the honor
of shaking your hand.

(CHUCKLING)

Ah, look, Father. I know how you feel,

but I'm gonna have to
ask you to keep this quiet.

Oh, of course. You anticipate
a corner on the olive market. Eh?

No, no. Look, Father.
You see what would happen?

Hundreds of people
would come up here.

Newspaper men, publicity.

First thing you know,
the whole world would be looking,

and it could ruin everything.

Forgive me, monsieur.

My enthusiasm is my greatest fault.
I must correct it.

I figured you'd understand.

But in time, everyone will know,
and should know, yes?

Yes. After we've got it down pat
and we're in business, fine.

I will keep it to myself, monsieur.
My word.

Au revoir, busy ones.

I will be looking forward to your success.

(CHUCKLES)

This is like dressing a centipede.

There we go. Come on. Come to bed.

Lie down.

You didn't have to
go to all this expense, you know.

It was no expense, monsieur.

These are things
my sisters have outgrown.

Yeah. well, I appreciate all the trouble,
but I doubt if they do.

MARIA: You do not think
they are happy?

HANK: Well, look at 'em.
Now, do you think they are?

Monsieur, if they are unhappy,
it is not because of their nightgowns.

It is because they are lonely.

Four girl monkeys and not one boy.

Boy?

Monsieur is heartless.

Maria, if you bring any kind
of a distraction in here now,

we'd never get any work out of 'em.

Work?

Money and work,
is that all you think about?

- Go to sleep!
-(CHATTERING)

- Bonsoir, monsieur.
- Don't go away angry.

I'm not angry.

Well, then stop pouting,

or whatever it is you women do
when you're not agreed with.

I don't know why monsieur
should be so upset.

After all, you men are always right.

And will you stop calling me monsieur.

The name's Hank, and I'm not upset.

If you do not want my advice,

you may be honest and tell me so.

Hey, don't twist things around that way.

Think it over, monsieur.

Think what over?

Bonsoir, monsieur.

Hank!

MARCEL: Right here,
do you believe me?

In our own community,
an example of capitalist oppression

that would be unbelievable

had not our secretary-treasurer
seen it with his own two eyes.

The American, madames et monsieurs,

who now occupies
Mas-de-la-Pousoraco,

has imported slaves
to undermine the economy of our village.

Henri Dussard has brought in monkeys
and trained them to pick olives.

Monsieur Maindou?

Did you say monkeys,
Monsieur Cartucci?

Monkeys!

Chimpanzees, to be exact,
Monsieur Maindou.

You mean to say
these animals pick olives?

They do!

That is very clever.

-(PEOPLE CHUCKLING)
- It is criminal!

It is also very funny.

(LAUGHING LOUDLY)

This is not a laughing matter.

These monkeys are about
to rob you of your jobs,

take the bread out of your mouth,
and you laugh.

You are a maker of furniture,
Monsieur Maindou.

How would you like to see monkeys

in your workshop
making tables and chairs?

That would be something, monsieur.

(LAUGHS) But I doubt
if they could do the fine work.

(ALL LAUGHING)

This is nothing to be made light of.

We are confronted
with creeping capitalism.

I propose we stop it here and now,
once and for all.

Do I hear any suggestions?

So once again you leave
the thinking to your leaders, huh?

Good. We have not let you down.

Our secretary will present
a plan of action.

Resolve...

That we alert the village against
the Yankee imperialist

by a series of slogans.

I second the motion.

All in favor say "aye."
All against say "nay."

Carried unanimously.

Next order of business,
Monsieur Secretary.

We will need slogan painters.

Who will volunteer?

I would consider it an honor,
Monsieur Secretary.

You see what the godless
propagandists have done.

It's all over town. The same thing.

Who told them about my monkeys?

Who knows?
Their spies are everywhere.

Well, why do they pick on me?

Well, they've run out of causes.

Causes?

Without causes,
they have no need for slogans.

Without slogans,
they fade away and they are forgotten.

You and your monkeys
came just in time.

Yeah, well, who's the guy
I'd like to punch in the nose?

Oh, it's no secret that our butcher
is the local leader.

Oh.

Oh, but he is a formidable man.

Stay out of this. This is my fight.

No, no, no. I will come with you.

Ah, the Yankee imperialist.

Are you responsible
for those slogans all over town?

The result of public indignity.

A spontaneous group action.

Naturally, I played my part.

What have you got
against chimpanzees?

I have nothing against chimpanzees.

I love chimpanzees.

But not when you
train them to pick olives.

Where did you hear that?

We are intelligent and resourceful.

If there is injustice... (SNIFFS)

We smell it out.

So go back to America
and take your slave labor with you.

Slave...

This guy's out of his mind!

Listen, Marcel,
since the beginning of time,

man has been using animals
to ease his burden.

Yeah, that's right. Like the horse
and the chicken and the cow.

How about that?

Man has trained those animals
for tasks he cannot do himself.

Can you pull a wagon, or give milk?

Can you lay an egg?

Yeah, well, I...

The Bible says God
created the animals for...

Don't try to confuse us with theology.

When you train monkeys to do
a man's work you create unemployment.

What will become of us
when your monkey army takes over?

- Answer me that!
- Monkey...

By that time,
you'll be hanging in the deep freeze

and pigs'll be running this butcher shop.

That's a stupid statement.

No more stupid than saying we make
a horse pull a cart because a man can't.

That's not stupid, that's a fact!

A-ha! Then a horse
is putting six men out of work,

because six men could
very easily pull a wagon. Ha ha.

There you are!

Now he wants to harness men to carts.

What?

You have given us
a challenge, Dussard.

A challenge we cannot ignore.

Monsieur.

Oh! Monsieur.

Is something wrong?

"Is something wrong," she says.
Where are your eyes?

It's all over the village.

Everybody knows about his monkeys.

- Oh, and you think I told?
- Who else?

If Father didn't, than who else?
No one else knew the secret.

But I did not tell anyone.

Not even your butcher boyfriend, huh?

Why do you say that?

Oh, don't give me
the sweet and innocent.

I saw you the first day I got to this town.

You were... You were
in there kissing him.

- It is not true.
- I saw it.

I mean, you do not understand.

What's to understand?
And who cares, anyway?

That's right. Who cares?

Who could possibly care
about such a stupid man like you?

I don't want to see you again.

You or your monkeys, ever.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(HONKS HORN)

I did not think you were the kind
to run from a fight.

I'm not running.

- No?
- No.

I'm gonna go home, collect my thoughts
and find out where I stand.

You stand in the dead center
of local politics, like a target.

What you need is
the advice of an expert.

You?

Oh, I am an amateur.

No. I suggest that we ally our forces
and consult a professional.

Monsieur Gaston Lou,
the mayor of St. Prioust.

Let's go.

But could you not, Monsieur le Maire,

officially have these
slogans painted out?

If I do that they will accuse me of
destroying the freedom of the press.

I was elected, you see,
by all shades of opinion.

And I respect the right
of everyone to his own beliefs.

Well, I appreciate your point, Mr. Mayor,

but involving my chimps
in politics is going too far.

But what of the law that forbids
the defacing of public property?

I would rather not invoke it, Father.

But as one who has faith
in the democratic processes,

I believe that every man
has the right to express his opinions

in the same way as his opponent.

Even you, monsieur.

Must I speak any plainer?

Mr. Mayor, you are a very smart man.

A modern Solomon.

Common sense, nothing more.

Let's go, Father. A pleasure, Mr. Mayor.

The same, Monsieur Dussard.

Monsieur le Maire.

When do we march?

How about daybreak tomorrow?

Of course.

The dawn attack has always been
in the grand military tradition.

Right.

- The classic tactic of surprise.
- Uh-huh.

Until dawn then, au revoir.

Au revoir.

(BELLS RINGING)

(CHATTERING)

(GRUNTING)

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

Whose side are you on,
Monsieur Cartucci?

(SPLASHING)

(CROWD LAUGHING)

(MONKEY GRUNTING)

EMILE: Marcel!

Stop playing with monkeys and help me!

(BOTH GRUNT)

(LAUGHTER CONTINUES)

(FESTIVAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Thank you.

- Bonjour, Monsieur Dussard.
- Bonjour, Sidoni.

(MUSIC ENDS)

MAYOR: Madames,
mademoiselles, monsieurs.

The festival of St. Prioust
has now begun.

There will be music, singing, dancing,
games, and refreshments.

And as we do every year,

we begin our entertainment
with folk songs

by Father Sylvain and his choristers.

We will begin with my favorite song

from which I have
prepared English words

for our new American neighbor,
Monsieur Henri Dussard.

Joie, joie, joie de vivre
Money cannot buy

Joy, joy
The joy of living

Doesn't cost a sou

(VOCALIZING)

Long long long ago
I heard my father singing

singing so happily
while harvesting the hay

How large is this our galaxy

How small a speck our earth

And how much smaller mortal we

our troubles they must trivial be

Long years have come and gone

And yet this song keeps ringing

Bringing my heart away
from worry and dismay

How large is this our galaxy

How small a speck our earth

And how much smaller mortal we

our troubles they must trivial be

Joie, joie, joie de vivre
Money cannot buy

Joy, joy
The joy of living

Doesn't cost a sou

No, no, no
It doesn't cost a sou

so when your heart is heavy

And your cares are many

Just try to count the stars

And poof!
Your cares are few

(VOCALIZING)

our troubles they must trivial be

Joie, joie, joie de vivre
Money cannot buy

Joy, joy
The joy of living

Doesn't cost a sou

so when your heart is heavy

And your cares are many

Just try to count the stars

And poof!
Your cares are few

How large is this our galaxy

How small a speck our earth

And how much smaller mortal we

our troubles they must trivial be

How large is this our galaxy

How small a speck our earth

And how much smaller mortal we

our troubles they must trivial be

How large is this our galaxy

How small a speck our earth

And how much smaller mortal we

our troubles

They must trivial

Be

(CHOIR SINGING IN FRENCH)

Give me another one.

(CHUCKLING)

Thank you.

Uh, Monsieur Dussard?

What?

Permit me to introduce myself.

Piastillio, the olive miller.

Oh, hi. Pleased to meet you.

Uh, may I buy you a glass of wine?

No, no. Thanks.