All language subtitles for Sortileges.1945.FRENCH.1080p.WEBRip.x264-VXT

"The mandrake blooms
in the month of December

after the heavy rains of fall."

"The mandrake has a root

that looks like a human being."

"It's called 'little planted man.'"

"The one who can uproot it

becomes the master
of a great number of astral

or elemental forces."

Elemental forces, show yourselves.

Forces of water, earth and fire,
make yourselves known.

Bellman, don't stare at me!

- I'm not staring at you!
- That's what worries me.

It's creeping me out. I don't like it.

Keep reading
and don't worry, Fabret. It's simple.

- I lost track.
- Never mind. Now, the birds.

What? The birds?

Yes. You read it yesterday
but I didn't get it.

Oh, yes, the birds!

The couple, right.

Wait.

Here.

"By sacrificing half of a couple of birds,

you can destroy a couple of humans

and replace it by another."

"Pick randomly with your eyes closed."

"The one who coos first must bleed."

"The light being is sacrificed

and the human love changes hands."

"The one who coos first must bleed."

You hear that, my turtledoves?

My poor little turtledoves.

Never mind.
I wonder where they got such ideas.

They were strong. Every one of them.

I can't believe that
with such a tiny little root...

A cow dung with a worm in it
and I can scare the whole hamlet.

That's really comforting.

To think that a man like me

had been left up there,
all alone, with the beasts.

For days, for years.

I don't complain about being a shepherd,
because after all, up there,

I learned things.

- Do you know how to talk to sheep?
- What? No.

I do.

Keep reading. That's why you're here.

Be nice and switch books.

Not that one. It's the Bible.

Not astrology.

The one that tells
the secrets of nature, of science.

Where's your head, Fabret?

You know, Bellman,
we better not talk about it.

- I know, because of the hare!
- Indeed, the hare.

It's not the half of it...
Catherine's the one who's sick.

Why are you whining?
Your daughter's sick because of you!

- You can't say that.
- It's the truth.

- Why don't you want me to cure her?
- It's not me, it's the doctor.

And has the doctor cured Catherine?

- No.
- So?

What did the doctor say?

I don't know exactly. Melancholia.

"Melancholia." Dear me!

Yet everything is simple.

The doctor's helpless
because he doesn't know her.

To treat people, you must know them.

And to cure them,

you must love them.

I've known Catherine her whole life.

Each time I came down,

I was seeing her.
I've watched her grow up. I know her.

I know everyone around here. You hear me?

I know them in the corners.

Where they're hiding.

They can pretend to come and go,
but they don't.

They remain in my hand!

And if they come and go,
it's because I let them!

I'm not one of them.

I'm not like them. Not one who obeys. No!

I'm one who leads!

One who calls the tune. Someone important!

Jupiter, Cagliostro, Jules Verne,

Nostradamus, Napoleon, Denis Papin!

I know the signs.

I have a lucky star.

You're not like other men, Bellman.

Your memory is excellent, unlike mine.

Don't start again.

It's not my fault,
but it pains me sometimes.

Of course.

I've got a hare inside my head.
But only since my wife died.

Before, I was like everyone else.

And the bees.

Better not to get me started on bees.

I was a good beekeeper.

And then, snap!

My wife died.

The bees.

All that started spinning, falling apart.

And I got sick too.

I had a stroke.

A stroke?

Then everything broke...

like a violin string.

Or, you know,

like a table suddenly flipped over.
All the dishes are broken.

Yes.

I've got broken dishes in my head.

What would I become
if I didn't have Catherine?

No, Bellman!

Don't give me the evil eye!

Listen, Fabret,

I have something to tell you.

It's true you have no memory.

But don't say that I have a great one.

I don't have memory, I have knowledge.

Knowledge. You hear me, Fabret? Science!

And if you thought about telling people
that I don't know how to read,

then...

Hey, you remember the countersign!

It was just random, I don't trust you.

You could bewitch me.

- I'm not mean.
- I'm not saying you are.

If I was mean,

why would I be here saving people?

With my bell, like Saint Bernard.

Maybe I'm also
carrying out a divine mission.

A man is lost in the snow,
and the Bellman rings the bell.

Back on the right path,
the man can get through the pass.

And if I stop ringing the bell?

Be quiet. You're scaring me.

Never been to cities?

Neither have I.

It must be funny there.

Crowded. Everyone on top of each other.

- The same houses everywhere.
- Oh dear.

There must be a lot of crimes in cities.

Being poor is a shame, Fabret.

People hate the poor.
They make fun of them.

For instance, you're a laughingstock.

But the kids like me.

The kids maybe, but the others?

They're laughing at you!

I've never hurt anyone.

And before, with the bees...

I was a good beekeeper.

My wife was pretty.

Then everything broke.

The bees, the dishes...

What is it?

An accident.

Is he dead?

He fell.

On a rock.

Oh my! You know him?

He went through the pass this morning.

He was a horse trader.

There's nothing we can do.
Come on, let's go.

There might be other travelers.

I don't want them to get lost.

One accident's more than enough.

It's not an accident, Bellman.

I'm sure someone killed him.

Who?

Well... I...

I don't know.

Yeah!

It must be someone naive

to commit a crime and leave the body
next to the Bellman's house.

Oh, forget it.

The police will find the body
in the spring

or later and will conclude
it was an accident.

Everything's simple, Fabret.

What is this?

The Hare's share. So he forgets.

No. I don't want that.

It's written in the books.

You must never refuse the gifts of fate.

Did you see?

What? It's just a horse.

Take this gold.

No.

No, I don't know.

Don't think too much. It's all simple.

I'm sharing it with you
because you're my friend.

Take the gold!

We never know.

If you also had an accident,

would you like your daughter to be alone?

Alone and sick?

In poverty?

Jean-Baptiste...

Jean-Baptiste...

I have to separate you, my turtledoves.

It's written in the books.

"Pick randomly with your eyes closed."

"The one who coos first must bleed."

"The light being is sacrificed."

It's you, Fabret!
I thought you were a werewolf.

Don't bring bad luck!

There's enough in the world
and it's not the werewolves fault.

- Get in.
- Yes, please.

I'm going to Marthe's. It's on your way?

Oh, yes!

It's funny, Pierre.

- You don't have superstitions.
- No.

Actually, yes. Just one.

I'm touching wood.

Before cutting down a tree,
I'm rubbing it so it lets me do my job.

And so it won't crush me
like it did my father.

Dioubi!

You never know with trees.

They're like men.

Your turn your back,

and they betray you.

Oh, I don't blame them.

They're just fighting back.

And I love the forest.

Of course, buddy.

You remember my father?

They called him "The Woodman".

He liked you.

Remember him?

No.

Oh, right, the hare.

What hare?

How's Catherine?

Still sick. She's been in bed for weeks.

That's sad.

If she was unhappy she'd tell me.

I remember when you got back
from the regiment. She was so happy!

And...

I'm not surprised.

I forgot what I wanted to say.

Thanks, Pierre. You've been kind to me.

You're welcome. A mulled wine
at Guillaume's will warm you up.

I'm not used to drinking,
so when I do, it goes straight to my head.

Come on.

The Hare, it's been a while.

Careful, mother.

Came out of your lair, Fabret?

Watch out for the dog!

- Fabret!
- No, not you.

- Quiet.
- You're not from here.

- How are you, Pierre?
- Good. Your wood's outside.

Transporting wood in this weather,
that's a lot of work!

Move aside, mother!
You're always in my way.

You'll end up getting burnt.

Old people are nice but cumbersome.

So, is the bumblebee still in the hive?

A bumblebee in the hive!

Hey, Fabret,
do you even remember your name?

- If you don't--
- Shut up.

Not your business. You're not from here.

Still, it's been 33 years--

It's all the same!

You came here when you were little,

and you've settled here,
but you're not from here.

- You're from there.
- It's only three leagues away!

It has nothing to do with it.

- You're from someplace else!
- You're an outsider.

Anyway, that's my turn. Here!

- Hello, Pierre.
- Hello, Marthe.

I haven't seen you in three days.

It's hard to work with that weather.

Men always use work as an excuse.

You think I don't work?

I didn't say that!

I want to talk to you.

Grandma, you're always
stepping on my heels.

I like her, but she's always in the way.

Pierre, I'm always kissing you first.

- You love me, right?
- Of course.

That'd be the last straw.

Of course, you love me.

But you're not in love.

I don't know.
Lovers are always snuggled up in a corner.

Even when they hide,
everybody sees them. But us...

You say you love me,
but I always have to ask.

We're not lovers, Pierre.

We're just engaged.

But we're getting married...

What can I say? I'm like my father.

- I'm savage.
- Depends on who you're with.

What are you looking at? My big feet?

Pierre!

I remember what I wanted to tell you.

- Catherine wants to see you.
- What for?

- What do you mean?
- Yes. What for?

Leave him alone.
Catherine's a childhood friend.

A childhood friend...
Behind doors and in the corners!

I don't want you to go! Forbid him!

- I'm free, aren't I?
- She didn't mean it.

You're not gonna argue.

It's your fault!
You have nothing to do here!

- But I'm a customer.
- With other people's money.

What's that horse doing?

Get the hell out!

Scram!

A horse!

It's just an ordinary horse.

A black horse.

It's quite scary.
I'd never seen one like it!

No wonder! You haven't seen anything.
You're a stranger.

You're not sleeping, my child?

I was about to fall asleep.

I heard you come home.

You don't want to eat?

No. I ate a little at noon.

I'm so sad that you're sick.

At least you're not suffering?

No. I sleep.

I dream.

I'm good.

You're like your mother.

She also loved to dream.

And dance.

She was a bird.

She loved to sing.

You sang too before you were sick.

Did you take your medicine?

Medicine...

It's expensive. We're poor.

Maybe not that poor.

What are you saying?

I'm stating a fact.

We are poor.

But I don't think it'll be for long.

I can't tell you.

And you mustn't tell anyone.

If we're both patient,

we might be able to leave.

- To go where?
- I don't know. To a country...

To a sunny country.

That would do you some good.

Yes, the sun...

Your mum always talked about
a sunny country.

Catherine...

Pretty face.

Pretty shoulders.

Pretty body.

I want all that to be mine,

nothing left for the others.

I'm sacrificing the light being.

May the couples be divided.

Pierre and Marthe,
but also Catherine and Pierre.

Is that you, Bellman?

- What do you want?
- I came to see you.

To treat me? To cure me?

No.

No one can treat you,

and cure you, because you're not sick.

No, Catherine.

You're not sick.

What's happening?

Nothing!

Okay.

I know things about you.

No, you don't.

- I know that you and Pierre...
- No!

I know you love him.

So?

You don't know why I love him,

how much I love him,

how I love him.

You don't know anything.

I also know you're not sick,
you're unhappy.

It's the same.

No.

I met you the day before you went to bed.

You were sweet, like every day,
you were happy and you sang.

Then... it was over!

They say it's a disease.
I say it's a bad news.

Be quiet.

A bad news
and you made yourself sick, as they say.

People say so many things.

For instance, you know what they say
about Guillaume's marmot?

When his marmot wakes up in the spring,

he leans over her,
but she doesn't see him.

You know how Guillaume is.

He has such an ugly face, a vicious look,

so the marmot rolls over
and falls back asleep.

You did the same thing.

You went to sleep
because of the misfortunes,

and you're waiting for sunny days.

Spring.

Happiness.

- And happiness for you--
- It's Pierre!

That's a nice story, Bellman.

It's not supposed to be nice.

It's for you to understand things.

Everything's simple.

Come on, it's unreasonable.

You're refusing to live.
Things would be fine if you trusted me.

Because I know the signs

and I can bring you luck.

What did I tell you?

- Pierre!
- Cat!

My sweet Cat!

Oh, Pierre!

- You told him to come?
- What?

How is Catherine?

She's cured.

If I may say so, Bellman,

you're not an ordinary man.

Jean-Baptiste...

I thought you didn't want to see me.

Is it true you're sick?

Is that why you've come?

No.

I'm so happy, Pierre.

Come closer.

Closer.

I'm so happy.

But you hurt me, you know.

Maybe it's not entirely my fault.

Oh, you're so sad.

You're unhappy, aren't you?

Unhappy...

What's up with you, Pierre?

Nothing.

Nothing is up.

Here's what I have: nothing!

You hear me? Nothing!
Here, if you have nothing, you're nothing!

I only have two hands to work.

What if my hands got caught
between the tree and the bark?

- That's why Marthe...
- What about Marthe?

Nothing.

Remember when we were kids, Pierre?

Yes.

We were inseparable.

When I was there, you were there.

And vice versa.

Even in our sleep, we dreamed about us.

That's true.

Remember the Wolf gorge?

And the great stone?

We said, "If they separate us,
we'll jump from the top."

And no one will ever find us.

Then the years just flew by.

And so many sad things happened.

Your father died.

Then your mother.

And you went to the army.

And...

I waited for you.

- You waited for me?
- Yes. Every day.

The day you came back,
I was the happiest girl in the world.

Then people said,

"Pierre and Marthe are engaged."

Quiet!

Don't talk about that.

Look at me and answer me.

Am I happy to be here with you?

Yes.

Are you bleeding?

- Me?
- Yes!

The Bellman, I see.

I don't want you to see him! I forbid it!

You forbid it?

- I mean, you're free.
- Free?

I'm not free

because I love you.

How old are you, Cat?

You know that, Pierre.

Yeah.

It's funny.

I don't know.

You've changed.

You're different.

You're prettier.

I've never gotten over you.

When you'll be cured...

I'm cured.

Then next Sunday,

I promise,

we'll spend the day together like before.

You hear me, Cat?

Next Sunday.

But, that's tomorrow, Pierre.

I'm telling you, Fabret,

those who wrote these books
wanted to take the piss out of everyone.

Might very well be...

Impossible! They know,
foresee and explain everything.

Why do they never agree?

I'm done with books!

Not this one! It's sacred.

Oh! That's my treatise on beekeeping.

Beekeeping!

What good did it ever do you?

We'd know if bees made people rich...

Fortunately, the Bellman was here.

With his little bell!

I hope you haven't told anyone.

- What?
- You know what I'm talking about!

Yes, I know.

The money.

It's here.

Nice and safe.

Patient.

You're quite stupid,

but you understand very well.

Don't try to understand
because everything's simple.

Same goes for bees.

They make honey. Why?
Because men like it.

The man is eating the honey,

but who made the man?

It's God.

Maybe not on purpose.

Don't tell anyone about the money.

Not even Catherine.

Wait a little.

Then later on, you will surprise her.

One last thing...

If I may say so,

but try to keep Pierre away from here.

Why?

Because it's inappropriate.

You frightened me, Bellman.

That happens sometimes.

It's in my nature.

What are you doing here?

Looking for something?

Watching?

- Spying?
- Leave me alone.

In some countries,
shutters are called jealousies.

How is she?

Bad.

Very bad?

Very bad.

You don't think that...

I mean...

she could die?

Why not? We did everything
in order for it to happen.

I don't want her to die.

I just wanted her to get in trouble.

If you're pious, why come to me?

I couldn't ask that
to the priest or the doctor.

They can't do everything.

Whereas I...

I did it like the books said.

The little wax doll in her image,
made with the wax of her father's bees.

Quiet, I beg you.

And you stuck a needle
in the heart every night.

You know, the heart.
The heart that aches when you're jealous.

I don't want to anymore!

You're scaring me, Bellman.

Take it back.

What do you want me to do with it?

I don't want to do it anymore.

It's over!

Too bad. I had done things right.

You will only have yourself to blame

if she gets better.

Velvet paws, Cat.

Oh, Pierre,

it's been such a long time,
yet you haven't forgotten.

Old Denis used to say,
"You know what Cat means in English?"

- It means--
- Little kitten!

I was so proud, so happy.

Little kitten. Old Denis knew many things.

- Those who went to Canada know things.
- I don't want you to go there.

They left for years.

But they came back with money.

They can buy trees. They're free.

One day, soon perhaps,
I'll have money too.

We could buy a forest.
Not a big one, of course.

Of course. A tiny forest
with only two trees. One each.

- I'm telling you.
- You're dreaming.

No, I'm not dreaming.

I'm so happy.

Down the palace stairs

Down the palace stairs

There is such a pretty girl

There is such a pretty girl

She has so many lovers

She has so many lovers

That she doesn't know which to choose

That she doesn't know which to choose

It's the little shoemaker

It's the little shoemaker

That has been her choice

That has been her choice

Maybe I'm the shoemaker.

Of course, it's you.

Oh, the Wolf gorge!

Take me in your arms.

Like you used to do
to show me how strong you were.

You're so light and warm, Cat.

Like a kitten.

Look!

The Wolf gorge.

As deep as it used to be.

Yes.

I'm not afraid because you're holding me.

Take me away, Pierre.

Keep me close to you.

Hold me tight.

It's the little shoemaker

It's the little shoemaker

That has been her choice

Pretty one, if you'd like

We could sleep together

We could sleep together

In a large square bed

In a large square bed

Covered with a white cloth

In the middle of the bed

The river is so deep

We would be happy there

We would be happy there

Until the end of time

Until the end of time

Pierre, until the end of time.

My little Cat.

Oh, Pierre.

Did you learn to kiss like this in cities?

Are you upset?

There's hardly any trees now.

That's the end of the forest.

Is that your house?

My house. My palace.

It's so quiet.

It's Sunday. Everybody's in the hamlet.

- So we're alone?
- Yes.

Until the end of time.

It's weird to see a house
occupied by men only.

- Do you get along with them?
- Yes.

We don't talk.

Woodsmen are not chatty.

This is your bed.

- How do you know?
- It's the neatest.

Aren't you cold, Cat?

Yes, a little.

Because I thought of something sad.

Pierre, I know I promised
not to ask questions today

but still, come here. Come closer.

Tell me,

I want you to tell me.

Marthe...

Do you kiss her the way you kiss me?

Don't be ridiculous.

- I want--
- What do you want?

I don't know.

Everything, maybe.

I want to be happy

and I want to make you happy.

Kiss me.

- Get the kids home!
- This way!

Here it comes!

Catch it!

Let's catch this filthy animal!

It got away!

This way!

Come here!

Filthy horse!

Jean-Baptiste...

Jean-Baptiste...

- Hey, Bellman! Did you see it?
- What?

The horse. We caught it, but it escaped.

Look, there it is!

What's it doing?

Oh! Look!

He has a coin.

- Where?
- Between his teeth.

- It's the gold communion.
- Oh, the gold communion.

So?

What's going on?

- A dead man.
- Yes. We found a dead man.

A dead man?

So what are you waiting for?

Do something. Go down to the hamlet.

Perhaps you should tell the police.

I'll watch your dead man.

Here they come.

Hi, brigadiers!

Hi!

- Who is it?
- The Bellman.

- Ah, the wizard.
- Yes, sort of.

We're a bit backward up here.

People believe in what he does.

- You're here for the corpse?
- Yes.

He's over there.

I made a little cross.

It's only temporary.

That's nice,
especially since you're not a believer.

Yes, but the dead man might have been.

It's him. It's Sureau.

- Who?
- The horse trader from Fontbonne.

That's quite a wound.

Maybe he fell on a stone.

A gravestone, then.

Or he got hit by a stone.

It's possible. Right?

There was a theft. Why not a crime?

- What makes you think he was stolen?
- He had a belt full of gold.

Money can't buy happiness.

Did you hear anything the day it happened?

No. How can I know what day it was?

What did you expect me to hear?

A man dying in the snow
doesn't make so much noise.

And with the bell...

Yes, the bell.

What's funny
is that we can't find the coin.

It was in the report. The gold communion.

It's a strange custom.

It goes way back.

Back to 89.

At that time,
people killed each other often.

Whoever killed a man
put a gold coin in his mouth.

So we can say prayers.

It was convenient.
20 francs to have a clear conscience.

We need to get back to the hamlet
and have the corpse taken away.

About the horse,

is it true what people say?

- The horse's roaming about?
- Yes. I saw it.

Beautiful animal.

Sureau wouldn't have sold it
for all the money in the world.

They were inseparable.

Poor animal.

It's all alone now.

Like my turtledove.

Not bad. Come on!

Not like this. There's space there.

- Come on!
- Go on, dude!

Not like that. I'll show you.

No. Not like that, kids.
Give me your slingshot.

- Come on, old Fabret.
- Look. Hold it like this.

And give it a little tug. Bang!

Here's the police.

It must be for the crime.

The crime?

What a palaver!

- What's up with you?
- What?

Um... nothing.

I got really scared.

A real nightmare.

- You were sleeping?
- Maybe.

I never know
if I'm dreaming or if it's real.

I even come to wonder
if I'm myself or someone else.

Fortunately, you're better.
You're not sad, are you?

Sad? I've never been happier.

I wanted to ask you
about what you said the other day.

What did I say?

That soon we might have money.

Money? No!

That's all I needed!

We're poor, my child.
As poor as a church mouse.

And we're lucky to be poor.

I'm going for a drink, I'm thirsty.

Too bad for the one who pays.

Guillaume! Another round!

Tell me, Guillaume,
is the marmot still around?

Oh, filthy animal!

I'll wait for spring.

And if it plays me,

I'll poke it.

And if that doesn't wake it up...

So?

What?

What's new about the murder?

Yes, any update?

What's going on?

- We want to know.
- We have the right to know.

Are you investigating?

If we can call it an investigation...

We're just talking.

Yes, you're talking,
but you're also searching for clues.

Of course, he is!

You shouldn't beat around the bush.

If you need to question us, that's fine.

But still,
you should question strangers first.

- What an affront.
- Providing there's suspicion.

An affront! Accusing me,
who never leaves my stall!

We're not accusing you, we're talking.

- Yeah, right--
- Don't make a fuss.

We're not even sure it was a murder.

Come on! What about the gold communion?

It was definitely a murder.

Here is the Hare.

Is it true what they say?

The coin is missing?

Poor man.
He might have been in mortal sin.

Poor victim,
alone in the snow, like some dog.

No prayers, nothing.

Good people leave and the others stay.

I immediately knew it was you tapping.

Velvet paws.
I had so many things to tell you.

- Nice things?
- Yes.

I can't stay long though.
My father's in a strange mood.

You know that my father
is kind of a child to me.

Poor Catherine.

- Your life's complicated.
- Not anymore.

Kiss me.

That's why I'm here.

Pierre.

I'm yours.

Forever.

Yes, it's me.

I know what you did. I saw you two.

You were really funny under the trees.

Looking like perfect lovers,
such a cliché.

It makes me laugh.

- Why aren't you laughing then?
- I'm not laughing?

You look mean, Marthe.

Do you think it's serious between you two?

I know Pierre.

You look mean even when you say his name.

What use is a woman like you
to a man like him?

Pierre's strong, like me.

- Whereas you--
- Whereas I?

You're in poor health.

One tough winter
and you'll reunite with your mother.

You'll leave him alone with your father?

What a great gift, your father!

Don't talk about my father!

You're right.

Better for him and for you
that I don't talk about him!

It's not about him anyway,
it's about Pierre.

Pierre?

Do you think you love Pierre?

What are you saying?

He told you he loved you?
How romantic and sweet!

He said it to others before.
The moon's driving you crazy!

You don't love him!
You want him but you don't love him.

You're insane!

He's already had women like you,
here and there, in the army.

One hour fiancées, one night wives.

While I will be his wife!

I have money and I will live with him.

Everything my father owns will be his.

All the light, hundreds of acres!

The trees, the land,
on which we can walk for hours and days.

What about you? Where's your place?

What do you have to offer?

Your big eyes, your little mouth and feet!

Wonderful, you don't love him!

- And he can't love you.
- Quiet!

- Poor wretch.
- No, Marthe. Not wretch.

Happy, very happy.

- Not for long, Catherine.
- So what?

Not for long, Catherine.

Not for long, Catherine!

Not for long!

Not for long!

Come for a ride, Pierre. I'll take you.

I'm working.

I can get you time off
since my father's your boss.

Be nice, get in.

See you later.

Pierre, you're being harsh with me.

You're so distant even though you're here.

- You're a log.
- It's from living among trees.

Why are you saying that?
You don't know me.

You have no idea how kind I'd be to you.

Of course, I'm not as pretty or as amusing

than others.

Maybe that's why I'm rich.

Each is given their share.

No jealousy.

No jealousy, you're right.
All is in order.

We hire a man to work.
Why couldn't we buy one?

Like we buy horses, bacon or pigs.

A man doesn't cost much,
even when you love him.

You love me, don't you?

- You love me?
- Of course, Pierre.

You want me to be happy?

Yes, Pierre.

But with me.

Look!

Are you surprised?

It's just an ordinary horse.

You're scaring this animal,
so it's scaring you back.

It's lost.

And all alone.

I'm alone too,
so we understand each other.

He eats out of my hand.

Everything's simple.

What a great day for lovers.

Yet it's cold.

But love warms the heart.

When's your wedding?

Sooner than you think, Bellman.

All the better.

- I hope I'm invited.
- Why not?

Happy days.

Don't forget to invite Fabret.

He's funny on special occasions,

especially when he sings.

He goes nuts in the first verse,
you'll cry with laughter.

If you don't cry with laughter
at a wedding,

it's not a wedding.

What about Catherine?

I hope she's invited.

Poor Catherine,
she doesn't have so much fun.

Don't talk about her!

Stay away from her!

If I see you prowling around her,
I'll break your neck!

Your neck!

Like a rat! You hear me? A rat!

I also forbid you to see Catherine.

You forbid me?

There it is again.

The horse!

The dead man's horse.

- Everybody dies.
- But everybody isn't murdered.

I know why it's panicked.
It knows things but can't speak.

- Maybe I could say things, because I know.
- What are you saying?

You didn't want to talk about Catherine.

You'd be sad if everyone started talking
about her and her poor father.

If the whole hamlet
started yelling, "thief!"

Or even, "murderer."

- Are you crazy?
- No!

I have a secret.

If you're kind to me, Pierre,

I'll keep my secret.
You won't be sorry with me.

A nice little wife, an easy life.

And a secret.

Jean-Baptiste...

Jean-Baptiste...

It wasn't nice of you to bewitch me.

You shouldn't have. I had peace.

Now, there's the murder, the police.
It stirs up trouble.

I even wonder if I did it.

Don't be silly, Fabret.
Everything's simple.

- What do you care? You have the money.
- The money?

Fortunately, I don't.

I looked for it everywhere,
but I couldn't find it.

Maybe you hid it elsewhere.
We never know with your memory.

You should look for it.

Quiet!

You should be quiet.

You better realize
that if you talk, I talk.

That'd pain your daughter.

Don't tell her even if it's not true.

Why would I have cured her
if I wanted to hurt her?

I like Catherine.

- Hello, Catherine.
- Hello, Bellman.

I haven't seen you in a while.

Several days.

You've changed a lot.

Changed?

I feel better.

It might be the reason.

You feel better? That's funny.

Pierre and Marthe are getting married.

It can't be.

They've even moved up the date.

Impossible!

It's true, Catherine.

How can you blame him?
She's rich and he's poor.

It can't be true.

As true as the murder
and everyone accusing each other!

The innocent aren't spared.

Not even the poor in spirit,
like your father.

People talk a lot about him.
They say he's good at throwing rocks.

Quiet, Bellman.

You're scaring me.

I'm also scared.

I'm scared for you.

You're all alone in a bad world.

Listen, Catherine,

you need to trust me,
I could do anything for you.

You hear me?

Anything.

I told you not to come here.

But I came anyway.

And we meet.
It's not my fault, it's a small world.

I wouldn't have come to you.

But since you're here,
you should read my palm.

Here's my future. Very bleak, very dark.

There's also your future. In my palm.

It's only a little omen.

You're lucky I just hit you
and we didn't fight.

I would have killed you.

Maybe that's your future. Me killing you.

It's in the stars, buddy.

What can one do about it?

But I'd like to know what I've done.

To me? Nothing.
You disgust me. You always have.

Your mummeries and your spells disgust me.

And you're useless. A nuisance.

You smell stuffy.
You're alone and unhappy.

That's why you keep others from--

Don't prowl around Catherine.

I forbid you!

Don't even say her name!

Understood?

I understood. I promise.

I'll never say her name again. Catherine.

Catherine!

Pierre!

You're bleeding, Pierre!

- It's nothing.
- Give me your handkerchief.

What happened? Did you fall?

- Have you been drinking?
- No.

I should have. People say drinking
gives courage to deliver bad news.

I'm getting married.

You hurt yourself pretty bad.

I'm getting married.

Don't move, it's still bleeding.

It's stopping.

Getting married?

It's impossible.

You don't love me anymore?

Or you never have.

I've never loved you more.

Well then?

Listen,

remember when you told me
that your father will have money?

Yes.

The forest.

The tiny forest.

Were you joking?

- No. I thought it was true.
- Why?

My father told me.

He asked me not to tell anyone.

It was a secret.

A dream.

A bad dream.

What difference does it make, Pierre,
since I love you and you love me?

All the rest, the money, does it matter?

And poverty doesn't matter?

That's what awaits me, and even worse.

Poverty and unhappiness go together.

I want to protect myself.

- I don't want to die like my father.
- Have you got a fever?

I was in the army when it happened.

I had tossed a coin.

A bad one.

And he got crushed.

By a tree?
No. It wasn't a tree that crushed him.

It was poverty.

Too old to work, too poor to rest, so...

The woodsmen do each other favors.

I don't want to be crushed
or damaged! I want to live!

I want to have the things
we make with trees.

A wooden house, wooden furniture.

Closets full of clothes, chairs to sit,
a table to gather friends and a bed!

To sleep with another woman!

Cat!

My sweet Cat, don't be sad.

I love you so much.

You're marrying another woman.

There are things I can't tell you.

If only you knew, you understood.

I understood. Leave me alone.

Oh, you're here.
It reminds me I wanted to tell you...

Here it is.

I mean, it isn't.

Because of the hare.

What's with these long faces?

Come on, shake a leg.

Tomorrow, there will be a ball
and a band at Guillaume's.

We will throw stones.

Just because there's been a murder
doesn't mean we have to look grim.

We don't even know if it was a murder.
Some say it was an accident.

An accident?

Why not?

Why do you give me that stare?

You got the evil eye too.

The evil eye!

I'm off today. My head is foggy.

What's wrong, Catherine?

- Looks like you cried.
- Cried?

Why are you crying?

That means you're unhappy.

Oh, God. We were so happy together.

I let myself go with the hare, sure.
And I was counting on you.

That's over.

If you're unhappy, I'll get it together.

Catherine,

why are you unhappy?

- Because of Pierre.
- Pierre?

Then you're not just unhappy,

you're also in love.

That's okay.

Love always works out, you'll see.

When there are two.

I hope he loves you back.

I don't know anymore.

I think he does.

Catherine,

my little child.

You're in love.

Like your mum.

It takes me back 20 years.

Even 30.

Another man!

You'll see.

I'll show them what I'm made of.

The Bellman can come
with his eye and the rest.

I know the sign.

- Tomorrow, we're going to the party!
- No!

Yes! No arguments.

I'll wear my new hat and my suit.

Wear your blue dress.
You'll be the prettiest. We'll waltz!

First dance will be mine.

Let's rock and roll!
They'll see us as kings!

I'm sorry. I've danced enough.

- It's my turn.
- No, not you.

- Miss Marthe.
- No, thank you.

There's the one you're looking for.

You're not dancing, Pierre?

I don't feel like it.

You're not going to sulk on a festive day.
Come dance with me.

A festive day...

We're engaged, Pierre.

- Don't forget it.
- I know. Your threats.

No. That's not what I meant.

I just wanted to remind you
that you said you loved me not long ago.

Because you asked me.

Oh, Pierre. You're such a brute!

I'm just telling the truth.

I remember everything.

Listen.

One day, I came down with pines,

and you said,
"We've known each other a long time."

"I'm a good match. Why not get married?"

- I did say that.
- Yes.

Only then we spoke of love.
And we were wrong.

No because I love you!

If you did, you wouldn't try to hurt me.

- It's not my fault I'm jealous.
- It is!

Listen, Pierre...

I'll prove to you I'm not so bad.

I promise. You hear me?

- Whatever happens!
- Really?

I won't say a word.
I won't tell anyone about Fabret!

- I swear on my father's life.
- Don't! You love each other so much.

No need to swear, your promise is enough.

Some people are lucky.

Some people are lucky!

What?

Two stones, two shots, two cents.

If you kill the rooster, it's yours.

Two stones, two shots, two cents.

If you kill the rooster, it's yours.

Give me a slingshot.

Two stones, two shots, two cents.

If you kill the rooster, it's yours.

Two stones, two shots, two cents.

If you kill the rooster, it's yours.

- Two stones, two shots...
- Oh!

The horse!

It's the black horse!

The Bellman!

It's the Bellman!

Hello ladies and gentlemen!

Don't mind me.
I'm not here to spoil the party.

Are you surprised by the horse?

The frightening black horse?

It's just an ordinary horse.

Look at it.
All quiet with the bit in its teeth.

I caught the beast,
now you catch the murderer.

What a great day!
Don't forget to bring the Bellman a drink.

Those who forget,

I'll cast a spell on them.

They'll be sorry.

- Always with the jokes.
- Or the tears.

Oh, those poor souls.

Right in the feathers.

In the feathers again.

A real massacre.

A real massacre of the innocent.

Because the guilty,

slaughtering them will only be justice.

But you have to find them first.

How's the investigation?

- We're not here for that.
- We're here to have fun.

- Me too.
- Here's the Hare!

...the rooster is yours.

Two stones, two shots, two cents.

Did you inherit something?

- Or he's the one who did it!
- He killed the horseman!

Hey, Fabret! The Hare!

The Hare says...

He says hello, because he's polite.

Hello to you too, Bellman.

Your black magic
doesn't work on me anymore.

I got it together.
I'm no longer bewitched.

I'm cured!

Come on, my child.

If you kill the rooster, it's yours.

Missed!

You're so clumsy.

It's obvious you're a stranger.

Two stones, two shots, two cents.

If you kill the rooster, it's yours.

He's skilled.

He's good.

Two stones, two shots, two cents...

There you go.

...the rooster is yours.

Come on, my child. Let's dance now.

That's the kind of shot
that killed the horseman.

You're good at it too.

If you appeal to my vanity...

...two cents.

If you kill the rooster, it's yours.

Two stones, two shots, two cents.

If you kill the rooster, it's yours.

Two stones, two shots, two cents.

If you kill the rooster, it's yours.

Two stones, two shots, two cents.

If you kill the rooster, it's yours.

Two stones, two shots...

Lots of people are skilled
around here. Even kids.

Dexterity doesn't prove anything.

Or it means kids are also suspects.

The poor little kids.

- They dared to come.
- Don't forget you promised.

And you promised to be nice to me.

Smile for me.

Smile for me.

He won't even look at me.

Don't beat yourself up, Catherine.

You're the prettiest!

And we're kings. You hear me? Kings!

I shouldn't have come.

Not even a nod or a glance.
He doesn't love me anymore.

I'm gonna fix this in a heartbeat.

The Fabrets don't beat around the bush.

I'll grasp the nettle!
I don't care if it stings me!

- Not so loud, people are looking.
- You're ashamed of me?

No, but it's useless. I understood.
What's the point of living now?

I don't want to live anymore!

I'll grasp the nettle!

Turn it up!

Oh, you're here!

Marie-Thérèse!

What are you doing here, all alone?

- Let's dance!
- What?

Dance! Come dance with me!

I bet you haven't danced
in one hundred years!

What?

Two stones, two shots, two cents.

If you kill the rooster, it's yours.

Two stones, two shots...

- Where are you going?
- Nowhere.

You have the hazy look
of those who think nonsense.

- Of those who think of dying.
- Quiet.

I know you, Catherine. I can tell.

You love Pierre.

Good, but don't get your hopes up,

because they're all the same.

It's in their blood!

Money.

Have things.

Possess.

- Aren't you like them?
- Me?

I don't like money.

I don't care.

There's only one thing in the world

that I like.

You're scaring me.

You're embarrassing me.

Too bad.

I'd like to scare everybody,
except for you.

Rest assured
that what I say is for your own good.

If you want to be with Pierre,
you have to compromise.

You can't choose. There aren't two Pierre.
One loving you, one loving money.

There's only one. Well?

Well...

Well?

What do you want from me, Bellman?

Catherine...

What do you want?

What I want is simple.

You need money, and I can give you some.

You'll be happy with money.

Or nearly happy.

Since he likes it!

- Am I right?
- Maybe.

What would it cost you anyway?
You were thinking of dying earlier.

I have money.

If you want it, come to my house.

I'll give it to you.

It's simple.

Give it to me?

Yes.

You're not asking me on what terms?

I don't want to hear it.

I already know them.

Catherine...

Leave me alone. Go away!

I need to think.

Two stones, two shots, two cents.

If you kill the rooster, it's yours.

If I may say so,
it reminds you of your youth.

What?

Youth, Marie-Thérèse. Youth!

Yes! Youth!

I got married when I was young.

I loved my wife but I was poor.

She was poor too.

Still, we were happy
and shared everything. We were happy!

Only the poor share
because they have nothing!

Things were probably better before.

A boy who tells a girl he loves her
shouldn't get married with another!

What is it?

- He's drunk.
- I wonder where he found the drinks!

Get out!

There's no harm.

- Am I not allowed to dance at my age?
- Get out, Fabret!

No! Not today.

It's a festive day.
Meaning we're home with everybody.

It's also your home.
As much as the others!

- Goodness!
- Throw him out.

- Quiet.
- It's bad luck.

There is no bad luck!

We just have to deal with it. It's simple.

I say what everybody thinks
but doesn't dare to say.

Nobody dares but me, the Hare.

- Pierre, for instance.
- Make him stop!

Would you dare--

- What?
- Don't answer.

- Do you love Marthe or Catherine?
- Shut up, Pierre!

- Yes, I'd dare.
- Then say it.

Do you love my girl?

Do you love Catherine?

Yes, I love her.

Then all is well! What did I say?

Life is good and we are the kings!

Thief!

Look at him, all embarrassed.

- You swore.
- I didn't!

I didn't swear, I promised.

It's not as bad.

It's not true!

Look how proud he is.

He's not just a thief.

He's also a murderer.
He killed the horseman!

Go have a look under his chimney.
That's where he hid the gold.

It's not true!
Did you all agree to bewitch me?

There is no gold.

Not anymore. Never was.

It's not true.
You're scheming against me.

This is very serious.
A man who's not all there?

I swear on my father's life this is true!

You bloody bastard! Yeah, you are!

- Bastard.
- What a swine!

I'm telling you. He's the murderer!

- Scoundrel!
- Murderer!

- Crook!
- Bastard!

Yeah, kick him!

- Rascal!
- Shame on the Hare!

- I knew it! And you were all accusing me!
- Let's stick his head into his beehive.

You're not going to hit him
because we danced together?

We didn't do anything wrong!

Come on, don't be silly.
There is no proof for now.

He's right, there is no proof.

- Was there any proof against me?
- You!

Murderer!

A murderer in my house! Let me through!

I'll mark him, I'll poke him!

How dare you hit my father!

You know I'm not a bad guy.

- First guy that touches him dies.
- I didn't kill that man.

I remember now.

I've been bewitched.

Get out of here.

Go and hide. Save yourself.
Tomorrow, they'll be sober.

I'll stone him like a rooster!

- He deserves it.
- Filthy man!

Stop it or we'll get angry! Enough!

There is no justice!

There is, but it's not up to you.

Especially not you, stranger.

Are you proud of yourself?

Don't you see why she said that?
She is jealous!

- Because I don't love her!
- Pierre!

- Because I love someone else.
- Catherine!

- Pierre!
- Catherine!

Catherine!

Catherine!

The Bellman is taking her!

He bewitched her, like he did me.

- Like he did the others!
- Poor idiot!

No. I'm not afraid anymore.

Since you love Catherine!

She'll be happy with you.

So now I can breathe a little.

I, Fabret, the Hare,
will take out the Bellman!

Like he did the horseman!

I was there! I remember!

I remember everything!

With a stone!

Scoundrel!

With a stone!

With a stone!

You're the only one.

I don't know anybody else
and I never stopped thinking about you.

Up there with the animals,
I was only talking about you.

I was howling your name in the night.

The animals knew you.

When I threw stones at them
to break a leg,

they knew I was sad that day

because I hadn't seen you.

Why are you telling me all this?

- I'm not here to hear you whine.
- I wanted to tell you--

- There's nothing to tell!
- There is!

I wanted to tell you
that I'm the one who killed the horseman!

I did that thinking of you.

Only of you.

And then?

Don't you loathe me?

Or have pity?

Why?

This dead man you're talking about,

I didn't know him.

You killed him,

and you're as dead to me
as this dead man.

You don't exist, Bellman.

You're not important to me.

- Only Pierre is important.
- Yes.

Why would I be here otherwise?

You know why I came.

For the money.

That's all.

It's here.

Here.

It's been waiting for you.

I've also been waiting for you.

Are you happy?

Since I'm here.

No.

It's not Catherine who's here.

It's someone else.

You're not the same anymore.

The naive girl

I wanted all for myself.

You're different.

You may be standing here,
alone in my house,

you're not really alone. You're two.

You may look sad and sorry,
but you're with him.

You're two and you're laughing in my face!

Everything's simple.

It's over.

Amen.

Here.

You can take the horseman's money.

What am I supposed to do with it?

You can trust me.

I'll just ask for one thing in return.

It's not much.

No, I don't want to!

I would like...

Before you go, I would like you

to call me by my name just once.

Jean-Baptiste.

Just once.

Slowly.

With your sweet voice.

Jean-Baptiste.

They wrote it
when they registered me in city hall.

And in church, when they put water
on my head and salt on my tongue.

And that was it.

They left me up there.

Since then,

no one, ever again,

has called me by my name.

Jean-Baptiste.

Except for me.

Except for me, up there!

All alone,
whining and bleating like a sheep!

Jean-Baptiste!

And yelling your name as the same time.

Jean-Baptiste! Catherine!

Jean-Baptiste! Catherine!

- Catherine!
- Cat!

- Cat!
- Pierre!

Cat!

Cat!

- He calls you Cat?
- Pierre!

Well, young man, it's impossible!

The best man can't get the bride!

Too late, buddy!

The wedding's already over!

It's over, I'm telling you!

The dowry's under the pillow
and the bride in bed!

Your little Cat is in bed
with Jean-Baptiste! You hear me?

With Jean-Baptiste! Don't you get it?

It's not true, Pierre. I love you!

Me too, Cat. I loved you.
Leave me and go away.

- Pierre!
- It's over.

Pierre!

You shouldn't have come.

It's time for you to say goodbye.

I want you to feel sorry before you go,

so I lured Catherine in,
but nothing happened.

It was impossible. She loves you too much.

She's yours.

You could have been a happy couple.

Amen!

You said it yourself.

It was in the stars.

Me killing you.

Cat!

With a stone, everything is simple.

Cat!

Cat!

Cat!

Cat!

Pierre?

I was waiting for you.

It can't be.

It's you.

Then it's not over? You still love me?

So much, Cat.
I didn't know love could be that strong.

Always hold me close to you, Pierre.

Always.

Let's stay together forever, Pierre.

The two of us together.

Until the end of time.

THE END

Subtitle translation by: Lucie Monteau