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Baptistin!

Already up?

This is the gift that daddy promised me.

Wait, I'm checking.

Mademoiselle Sophie de Réan.

Is that your name?

My good, my good!

My good, my good, my good!

Leave this knife.

No.

It's me who has to open the package.

Slowly.

Is Paul awake?

He fell off the bed before you.

I sent him to finish his night in the living room.

It's full moon or what?

What do they have to sleep?

"Hector de Villaret had one evening interrupted"

a wise remonstrance of his preceptor saying:

"I'm not a child anymore..." Did you see Daddy's gift?

- You're jealous? - Show me.

- You'll break it. - I give it back to you.

- Promised? - Yes.

Okay.

Why did you shake your head?

It's a little thing too fragile for you.

A little thing?

The little thing is you!

Always at home, when it's not your house

neither your parents.

My housemaid! Paul broke a vase!

It's too cold!

Well, it's the pompom.

She is soaked like a stump.

If I had to intervene with every stupidity of Miss Sophie...

I would spend my days at that.

Poor doll... She's not finished

with her misfortunes.

I bet you before the end of the day,

the pretty doll will have lost her head.

I find you very pale.

And your feet are frozen.

You would not get sick?

Hmm... I have an idea.

Dad told me that in Paris, it rains often.

The sun here will make you look good again.

If you leave it in the sun, it will melt.

No, not possible.

It is hard as wood.

The heat will soften it.

Some misfortune will happen to her, I warn you.

It's not so hot.

Madeleine and Camille will arrive to taste it.

I want you to rest a little before.

Can I pick up my doll?

Do you promise to sleep with your eyes closed?

Meow.

Mom, it's me!

You're jealous?

Your mom asked me to pick you up

as soon as I finish the shopping.

Do not go too far.

- Bye Madam. - Thanks, Elisa.

Hello girls.

We each picked a bouquet of violets for you.

Madeleine and Camille will arrive to taste it.

- Where is Sophie? - Where is she?

We were told that you had received a doll.

Where is she, anyway?

I did not see it, ma'am.

Sophie... you lost

- your doll? - But no.

She has no eyes.

Show me!

You did not listen to me, you only have what you deserve.

She's awful, without her eyes.

No need to sulk in front of your friends, miss.

- Poor Sophie. - I'm not a bad doctor.

I can return her eyes.

It's not possible.

They are no longer there.

We will operate it.

Are you going to open her belly?

No...

Your cousin Paul, where is he?

He broke a vase. Private to taste.

PAUL BROKEN A VASE?

Is it reasonable?

Do you have a better idea?

No. So let me do it.

Mr. Paul... I thought you were in penance.

Miss, undress the doll.

Any naked?

It must be so.

Scissors.

Sophie, hold her head.

Oh!

Here!

Bravo, mom!

Look...

- Do not touch my eyes. - It's not your eyes.

Noémie, the wax.

Yes.

Children, move aside.

Here.

It must be allowed to cool.

In an hour, sew her head.

Well, ma'am.

In the meantime, the children, outside.

- Yeah! - Without noise.

Without stupidity.

Well, Paul...

I lift your punishment.

That would not be right. I prefer to deprive myself

and think about my fault.

I go back to my room.

Lost!

- Someone knocked. - Come in.

I need nobody.

Boys, I want hot water.

Please.

To do what?

Give her a foot bath.

She stinks of feet.

The heat, no doubt.

Oops...

Take care of your pans.

Yes, I grant you, I was wrong.

This doll is not doing so badly. She lost only her feet.

Other things,

in the hands of Miss Sophie, have experienced a more tragic fate.

Look...

Look. Do not look at me.

Do not look at me.

We do not have lights here.

We should have told your mom.

She will say yes if the squirrel does not go to her room.

Or in the living room.

It's hard to make a squirrel understand that.

He will stay in my room,

except when I take him for a walk.

You'll keep him on a leash, or Miss Sophie

she thinks she learns

to a squirrel how to walk at a pace?

The first thing I'll teach him, Mr. Paul,

it is to beware of yourself.

I got it!

Close the door!

Baptistin! Baptistin!

- Did they see you? - No.

- Yes! - No.

But in the hands of Miss your daughter,

I thought I saw a living organism of animal type.

Composed of fur,

tail in plume, teeth

who nibble nuts, yes...

A squirrel!

From the Latin scuriolus...

Cureil... Are you sure

to read all these books during the trip?

I want to stay... I do not want to leave.

I do not want to leave!

What idea, a squirrel in a house.

It smells bad, it makes noise, dirt.

And it bites! He will love me when I feed him.

No, it does not like anyone.

He does not look

wicked.

I want to dine in my room with the squirrel. Pity.

Your parents did not plan to eat with you.

We'll get a cage in the attic,

you know what you had for your bullfinches.

- I need hay and almonds. - I'll take care of it,

if you stop fiddling with it and wash yourself.

You really do not like animals.

Yes, I love them. Roasts.

On my plate.

The savage!

Hush!

Hush!

Hush!

At night, it's done to sleep, little one.

You understand?

You have to calm down.

I'll caress you.

That's it, sleep.

Dodo.

Dodo.

Nasty animal!

You hurt me!

Must go back to bed,

now!

You are an ugly squirrel.

He whines. Come here.

Come here.

Come here.

Come back. Come back right now.

But no, you will fall.

Do not disobey me.

I think you have both broken legs.

That you serve as a lesson.

Little fool.

We do not refuse an inheritance.

That will serve what, that I am in America?

- I'm not leaving without you. - It's not my family.

I will not be of any use there.

Here, I take care of the domain.

I need calm, you know it.

I can not stand Paris.

You feel strange in France,

in America, there are no Americans,

everyone is foreign.

It should please you.

You will not feel inferior.

Why do you think of my place?

You're scared, it's stupid.

Thank you, Baptistin.

I do not talk about it anymore, but think.

Promise me to think about it.

Stay

until the awakening of the little girl. She will be happy

- to see you. - No.

To be in Paris before 8 am, I have to leave.

- I'd like to please you, but... - It's not a question of pleasing me.

Go back to sleep. Sleep brings advice.

Is there an explanation for your presence here at this time?

My squirrel fell.

I see. Go back to bed.

I take care of the animal.

He has his cage in my room.

He will have his sepulcher in the garden.

He is not dead. We are not like that when we are dead.

Unfortunately, his soul is far away.

Tomorrow, he will be alive?

You are not sleeping?

- Mademoiselle listens to the doors. - Is it a gift for me?

No, it's addressed to your mother.

It must be a daddy surprise that comes from Paris.

What are you doing?

- I will see. - Mrs. does not want to be disturbed.

It's because of the squirrel.

She has migraine.

What is migraine?

It's when grown-ups have a headache.

Mom fell on the head.

It is the illness of parents whose children are too curious. Shoo.

No no no!

Do you have migraine because I'm too curious?

Excuse me, I did not want her to come in...

She forced the passage.

Leave, Sophie can stay.

A short moment.

Thank you, Baptistin.

Thank you.

You're very indiscreet.

It's a gift from dad?

You did not greet Father Huc.

You saw?

They are gold.

I'll take great care, mom.

I promise you.

Well, thank you.

Are you sorry that dad gave me this box?

It's a little selfish.

You, you keep the box.

Me, I keep the scissors.

This gift is not for you at all.

Even if I promise not to do any more stupid things?

How can you promise that?

You're welcome.

Sophie, you're boring me. I beg you to think more about the box.

My husband is crazy.

It is an inconsiderate expense.

What does he imagine?

What does he imagine?

Have I already told you

what do the Chinese eat at tea time?

Yes, toast with toad jam.

You told me already, Father Huc.

Stop responding to adults so cheekily.

No need to shout, ma'am.

Sophie gets to know each other. She is capable

to see her bad manners. She will correct herself.

Is not it, Sophie?

Is not it?

Is not that what, Father Huc?

Have you ever told me what the Chinese eat at tea time?

- Huh? - Correct yourself.

- Correct yourself. - No.

The little Chinese?

Toad jam.

We serve them on toast.

Very strange, no?

Yes...

It seemed to me you have already told.

You do not remember anything.

You have a linnet head.

I do not believe.

You do not have a linnet head?

You think I could be wrong, my child?

Sophie, have I been wrong to compare your brain with that of a bird?

No, you're right. I'm stupid, I forget everything.

See how nice she is.

Now, leave us.

Are you coming to help us?

There are other baskets in the shed.

Do not touch the cherries.

The currants,

no more than one. Marianne needs it for her jams.

Gaspard, what are these stories?

We can not eat anything. What was in the package?

A work box.

Everything was in gold.

It's not for children.

Especially not for boys.

What are you doing?

I pick tomatoes for mom.

What time is it coming?

She'll be here for the concert.

- Where you go? - To the cabinets.

You have a stomachache?

Yes Yes.

Are you really going to the cabinets?

You're too curious, Paul. You give me a migraine.

When I tell you.

Count to 4.

Go for it.

Watch out for the salvation of the Empire.

Let's keep our laws.

Your son has a nice voice.

He has above all enthusiasm.

His father teaches him these nonsense.

Your daughters do not sing?

Camille sings,

but Madeleine does not possess this gift.

And our Sophie, does she sing?

I do not settle for this departure.

We must talk to the children.

I dream of traveling.

I envy you.

America is populated by savages.

You think?

This is the motto of the French.

Did you talk about a box?

Yes, the box.

Noémie, have the kindness to go get

the work box this morning.

Men have the sufficiency to believe

that a nice gift can make us change our mind.

How are you, Sophie? You are very pale.

You have sung badly, my heart hurts.

I'm going to sing you something

that I learned when I was a missionary.

- In Chinese, Father Huc? - In Mandarin.

Yes.

Thank you.

Oh! Wonderful.

It is mahogany of America.

Leave me.

Come and pick you.

It's nice, but...

it's empty.

What is this joke?

A die, scissors, a lace-pass,

- all that was gold! - GOLDEN?

There was enough to attract a thief.

Or a thief.

Sophie, come closer.

You have no idea what happened?

None, mom.

Did not you see anyone enter my room?

- I was in the orchard with Paul. - It is true.

If you stole what was inside,

it's time to confess. It's not me.

Baptistin.

Warn the Marshal.

The thief can be on our land.

My God, that would be abominable.

It happened, quirks, ma'am.

Gaspard found one of your towels

in the hydrangeas,

under Sophie's windows.

Come with me.

I hope with all my heart that you do not lie.

It would be terrible.

A little girl who dares to lie in front of a man of the Church,

women of the world and her own friends.

It is not you?

No?

What do you think, Sophie?

Sorry mom.

This time you are unforgivable. You deserve the whip.

What am I going to do with such a girl?

She repents, ma'am.

Tell us you do not want to be ugly anymore.

I am ashamed to have stolen you.

You are still ashamed, but you always start again.

I'm not good like Camille

and Madeleine. Should I lock everything up?

- No mother. - I will not whip you.

But you are punished for 3 days in your room. To bread and water.

I do not want to see you anymore.

I do not want a liar as a girl.

Excuse me.

If we were going to play croquet?

You're a liar, you're a thief.

She's a liar, she's a thief.

We will lose our place for a shortbread.

How crabby you are!

You know, she has good background, this little girl.

She has an appetite for the world.

Yes. Miss Sophie, will not say it...

Where is she?

What do we do? Let's prevent Madam.

Take your tray, leave it here.

Hop, hop, hop!

Sophie!

Sophie!

- So? - Nothing.

Find her! Sophie!

Sophie!

Sophie!

Sophie!

Sophie!

Sophie!

Sophie!

As long as she's not at the pond.

And our husbands who have not returned...

You authorize me to fetch?

- Do you know where she is? - Perhaps.

You are barefoot!

SOPHIE!

SOPHIE!

Mr Paul,

can we know where you are going?

The vegetable garden is done!

It's not worth it.

He listens to nothing.

It's like 1789.

Sophie?

Search me the theater

from top to bottom!

Sophie?

You're here?

Paul!

Thank you.

I was hungry.

We must return.

Mom loves me more.

Me neither, my parents never liked me.

Sophie! Sophie!

Do not worry, it's not blood.

They are crushed fruits.

Come.

Do you want me again?

Children, you are big.

You understand things.

Life sometimes forces us...

to make decisions that scare, or hurt.

Is it the departure for America?

Who told you about America?

I will not have trouble going to America.

- Why do not we go? - We too, we leave.

In 3 days.

Everything is ready.

What will we do there?

"Your fathers had a friend in America, Mr. Fichini."

He leaves for them both a fortune in inheritance.

We are sorry to leave our lands.

But your dads can not leave alone.

Will we stay long?

One or two years.

Are we going by boat?

Yes, it's a long trip. It's dangerous.

Will have to be very wise. You hear?

Especially Sophie.

There are giant turtles there?

And monkeys?

Fly birds? Buffaloes?

Parrots? Dinosaurs?

The children are right.

Two years will pass quickly.

We will all stay together.

Baptistin.

Go around.

My father wrote me this post.

- Do you read it? - Yes.

"My dear Sophie,"

"I offer you this penknife for you to learn as a great"

"to cut yourself"

"your sandwiches and your fruits."

- That's all? - That's all.

Not even a dad's signature?

No, no dad. But I recognize his writing.

Can I cut a slice of bread?

No, miss, this bread

already has its destiny.

It will end in my breadcrumbs.

You're here, Sophie.

You have to dress, you have lunch with your mother.

For my dinner, I would need

salad, oil, vinegar.

Thank you for taking care of it.

For the salad,

I will think about it.

Oil and vinegar,

No way. You would stain on your clothes.

Now you disappear.

- And nicely. - Come on.

It's for my doll.

She's lucky.

She has not been spoiled until then.

Boys, at work.

Oh! Flute!

I forgot your hat.

I'll be right back.

Are you still hungry?

It's not good, salad. This is not good.

My doll will eat salty fish.

My doll will eat salty fish.

My doll will eat salty fish.

It's better, the fish.

Miss Sophie?

Miss Sophie?

Miss Sophie!

My fish!

Where are they?

- Sophie! - I'll find her.

- You will pay for it. - It's not me.

Miss Sophie?

It's not my fault. She was there. My fish!

Look for the fish.

She was there.

With her doll, her salad... Any wise.

- I will find it. - Sophie!

I take care of it, do not worry.

- Sophie! - My fish...

Miss Sophie...

Do not you hear someone calling you?

Tell me you did not touch the fish.

She...

It's not me who killed my maid. It's not me!

- Noémie! - What did you do?

What did you do?

What did you do?

Are you still mad at me?

Mademoiselle, I do not speak to you anymore.

Not at all?

No. No more word.

My good, for my friends Fleurville and Paul,

I would like to make a tea.

Naomi...

I said, for my friends Fleurville and Paul,

I would like to make a tea.

I would need some tea,

sugar

and milk. You take me for an idiot?

Not at all.

Your mother put you to bread and water.

Your greed makes you invent this story.

What am I going to put in the milk pot?

You are going to find an idea.

I promised mom that I had more ideas.

Forget it and join your friends in the living room.

No! What did I say?

It's the last day. I do not want to see you anymore.

Come on! Shoo!

She was crying for real?

Yes.

Go ahead.

Come on!

Cries - Failed.

Pity.

Hi, does it work?

Well, the wicker trunk...

I made you some tea.

Beware of candles, you will turn them off.

Where were you, Sophie?

We stop playing, we drink tea.

It's me who serve you.

I pour the tea.

Thank you.

I put a sugar.

And I even have milk.

It's too much honor!

Nothing is good enough for my friends.

It's weird.

It's been a long time.

- It's not tea! - It's disgusting.

Ah, you find?

Do you think that's good?

So, drink yours.

Why do not you drink?

Delicious. It's you,

spoiled children. Nothing is good enough.

We can find your tea very bad.

Undrinkable.

Say you found it delicious!

Stop!

Stop!

It's not worth arguing. Just for a tea!

Stop, Sophie! Stop!

Cree - What is it?

Camille!

With Madeleine, they were prevented from playing too hard.

To play?

Do you call that play?

(-Ask Paul.)

Paul, you're not ashamed of fighting

for nothing?

It's not for nothing. She wanted to poison us with her tea.

She forced us to drink it.

But... where does this tea come from, Sophie?

I did it with the water of the dog's bowl.

It's chalk!

For sugar.

Come.

Our Sophie...

is endowed with imagination to make foolishness.

I beg your pardon, mother.

"I am too tired..."

"To punish her."

Well, we forgive you.

We forgive you, do not you?

YES!

No punishment will tarnish the joy of the last moments

spent together. Okay?

- YES! - Kiss you.

Everything will be alright.

I'm going to need your help.

It's my doll. What does she have?

She is dead.

E, I, E, I, E, I...

A, O, A, O.

Have a good trip to the sea.

By the way, how.

Her name is? She does not have a name.

Yes.

Doll.

Goodbye, ugly doll.

Goodbye, rotten doll.

Farewell doll, so ugly and ugly

and so horrible and burnt

I do not love you anymore.

Stop! Paul, stop!

AMERICA! AMERICA!

Camille! Madeleine!

Camille!

Come on, stop!

It's far from Africa, America?

We leave without tasting the cherries. Gaspard says they are not ripe.

They are almost good.

Kneel down, ma'am.

On the boat,

with the offshore wind, your voice will come back, that's for sure.

Sleep, my child.

So soft.

That nothing else reaches you.

Neither foam nor foam.

From an uncertain sea.

To whom life leads us.

Sleep my child so beautiful.

And that the rumbling waves.

These waves up to the sky.

From a furious ocean.

Save you for a long time.

Sleep my confident child.

You have more, I believe.

Courage, my valiant.

That your mother who already.

Struggles and drowns.

Sleep my sweet child.

The life that is in you.

The force that pushes you.

If I leave, will help you.

To do without me.

Sleep my child so brave.

I know you alone.

Hang on to the wreck.

Triumphs Pitfalls.

Cash casket.

Sleep my child, I love you

I love you, do not worry.

Because I know that even if

I was leaving tomorrow.

You would find your way.

You are now at home.

In the castle of Fleurville.

That's where I live with my two daughters,

you know them, my little model girls.

We are a few kilometers south of Sophie's castle.

Poor Sophie...

The trip to America was a horror for her.

I regret to tell you that their boat was shipwrecked.

Mme de Réan disappeared at sea during the disaster.

Sophie hung on her father's back and they joined a boat.

Paul and his family, more news.

But we know they are still alive.

But that's not all.

Fate has been hard on Sophie.

A few months after arriving in America,

her father remarried with a woman

of the Fichini family.

Then he got sick and...

in his turn, he is dead.

Sophie was entrusted to her mother-in-law,

Ms. Fichini.

The only good thing in this story,

is that Mrs. Fichini decided to leave America

and come back to France.

They arrived at the castle, we have not seen them yet.

Sophie, orphan...

I can not believe it.

All this was so sudden!

In one year, this child will have lost everything.

Mum!

Mum!

Mum! Come quickly!

There was an accident on the road!

Go tell the gamekeeper. I'll join you at the gate.

Your sister is there?

Yes. The lady is covered in blood.

- Madam... - Camille, take that.

Come come. Come here.

Hop. Come.

Put the bag.

Help her to walk.

Go on the bench.

Mrs?

Mrs!

- Mum. - Joseph!

- We take care of people. - Joseph!

Me, it's Camille.

And you what's your name? Daisy.

Joseph!

Camille!

Mom, this is Marguerite.

Mom, the gentleman!

Stay here, girls.

Come on...

We will rescue you. Do not worry.

No, do not move.

Do not move.

Do not look at your arm.

- Come on, I'll take care of it. - Sure, Nicaise?

Cover him.

It's for the horse.

- Mum! - It's okay.

- Mum! - The little ones over there...

Unhitch the horses.

They will die! Madam, do you hear me?

That's her daughter over there?

Take this child to the castle.

- Have her take a bath. - Mum.

I love you. I'll send the cart back.

Go get the doctor. Check!

Daisy!

Come with us.

Come come.

Go back with Elisa.

I'm coming with your mom. I do not want.

No, I do not feel like it.

We take her to the doctor, your mother.

We take her to the doctor. Come.

- Mum! - We'll take a bath, come on.

This one, I call Emma and she, Lucie, which one do you prefer?

Lucie.

Here, I give it to you.

Is there anyone with you?

Where is Elisa?

She went to get some slippers for Marguerite.

Come.

Come. What did he say, the doctor?

That your mother was very weak.

You can see her, but not very long. Okay?

Come.

You're waiting for me here.

Lena, please.

- Come on, Marguerite. - Good news.

I leave you.

What's the name of this doll?

Sophie!

Wait for me, Madeleine!

Sophie!

Sophie!

Oh!

Sophie, you have not changed.

Negative - Are you the butler?

Joseph, the handyman.

We do not have a butler.

Announce Mrs. Fichini.

Very well.

Miss?

Hello Madam.

Mrs.

Come down, idiot. You wanted to see your friends.

Miss, you do not have a language to answer?

Thanks Mom.

Madam is delighted, she is waiting for you in the living room.

Ms. Fichini.

- Welcome to my home. - Mrs.

My friend, Madame de Rosbourg.

- Mrs. - Hello.

Here I am, dear ladies. Here I am with Sophie,

like Saint Roch and his dog.

She saved herself

with your girls. I guess because they did not show up.

Yes. Get comfortable.

It's Camille, Madeleine and Marguerite,

Madame de Rosbourg's little girl.

What a beautiful toilet!

We do not deserve so much elegance,

with our simple outfits.

"How, then, are you worth the trouble of getting dressed?"

You must wear your old dresses in the country.

- I will put myself there. - Okay.

Leave, Joseph, it'll be fine.

- Elsa, help me. - Finally!

Sorry.

Well.

I am surprised at your handyman.

Joseph?

I do not know his name, but he has nothing to do in a respectable house.

Did he behave badly towards you?

He's way too good.

The handsome valets throw the trouble.

We envy you, we steal them.

I choose them crooked.

And ugly. It is the only way

to keep the servants.

Nobody wants it.

They are attached to you, willy-nilly.

Well... We must bless the sky with the ugliness of the little people.

Oh sorry.

Too late. Ooh!

Oh, it's snowing!

Here, Sophie, take that!

Lost!

Look.

Oh! They are beautiful, your flowers.

It's the only ones that grow in winter.

Soon, there will be crocuses.

I'm going to climb.

- With your dress? - I do not care.

We must not crush Madeleine's flowers!

What a flap-joy!

I planted them.

Would you like me to tell you... Your flowers are nil.

Do you like pine cones?

- Ouch! - Missed.

I hurt you?

Oh, sorry!

Another one, come on!

Another one!

Yeah, another one!

Ah! I see that someone likes that!

You're not very nice

with Marguerite.

Attention, Sophie!

I promise you.

- That's the first one that hurt you? - It's the 1st.

You're not nice, Sophie, really.

You crush my flowers, you give him a pine cone

on the head. You're mean

with her.

Oh!

That... Ah, ah, ah!

Moans - How are you, Sophie? You got hurt?

- No, that's fine. - Do not crush

Christmas roses!

Stop, girls.

Do not touch me,

you!

What's the matter with you?

- Huh? Huh? - Stop, Sophie!

Did you see what you did?

We'll bring that back to your mother!

My mother, she's dead!

You're not here, here.

- Mum! - You're not at home.

You do not do what you want.

- Mum! - You're at Fleurville's.

You're really pissed off with others.

Come on, come on, come in.

Close the door, Joseph.

Can we know what happened?

It's Sophie!

That makes me two. It makes me two.

Two what, little silly?

Two slaps I was given.

Here.

This is the second.

To not make you lie.

Madam, she does not lie.

I gave her the first one.

What are you saying, Camille?

Did you allow yourself to slap Sophie?

Yes mom.

Why did you let yourself go to brutality?

Because Sophie crushed Madeleine's Christmas roses.

No, it's for...

It's for roses.

Camille is not mean.

I see that you are no more helped with your daughters than me.

Get to your room.

You will be deprived of dessert and chocolate.

Ok mom.

Sorry, Sophie. I will not do it again, I promise.

It would surprise me that this little

gets away with it so cheaply. Joseph, accompany Mrs. Fichini.

Mrs,

it was a pleasure to have you.

Shared pleasure, dear ladies.

Hat. Hat!

Needless to say, you are deprived of dinner.

Zelie, get a glass of water to miss.

- Can I take my leave? - Yes.

Uh no!

I wanted to talk to you about a letter.

Where did I put it?

A letter from your cousin.

- From my cousin Paul? - Paul, yes, your cousin.

Do not you have another cousin?

He writes to you

from America.

"My dear Sophie..."

Do you think I deserve to read you this letter?

I do not know.

You do not know?

I do not deserve it, ma'am.

We agree.

Too bad, it was a charming letter.

Childish, but skilfully written. A little sentimental,

my little Zizine here, my little Zizine there.

He claims he has adopted a parrot, which says, "I have an idea."

"With him, I think of you."

You do not deserve it.

So hop, fire.

Go, fire, Sophie.

Thank you.

Come on, miss, show me.

- Show you what? - How sad you are.

I do not understand.

Take your unhappy look.

- I do not know. - Think of your cousin.

Alone in America with his parrot.

"I have an idea, I have an idea!"

But I'm not sad, I'm happy.

Paul wrote to me. I know we'll meet again soon.

Okay.

Okay.

You can ride.

Louison will come to bed.

Good night mom.

You're strong, Sophie, but I'm stronger than you. Go.

It's lukewarm.

"Yes, madame, it's lukewarm."

Paul!

- Gardeners love hedgehogs. - Ah?

They eat slugs.

It stings!

Ouch Ouch Ouch!

Come on.

Do you make me a present?

Hum...

If you promise to take care of it, I give it to you.

Madeleine will be happy. Her doll is bored,

but with hedgehogs next to her, it will change!

- Do not forget to give them water! - Yes Yes.

Madeleine, do not scare them.

They race!

Go!

Come on!

Oh!

The poor.

Come on! Fortunately, you did not hurt yourself.

My doll will never catch them.

- Nicaise, what are you doing? - Not touch.

Get away, ladies.

Why did you kill the mother of hedgehogs?

They're eating

rabbits and partridges.

No!

Joseph said they were nice.

Joseph is a moron.

Give us baby hedgehogs.

It gives diseases.

- What diseases? - Plague.

It's like rats.

What are you going to do with it?

I will curse them.

You're not nice!

I'm afraid for hedgehogs.

- Do not worry. - A little kiss.

They reassure themselves.

It must be said quickly!

- Quick! - He will not succeed!

- Someone knocked. - Go ahead.

Stay seated.

A worry, ma'am?

Yes, where are the hedgehogs,

my good Nicaise?

In the pond. They would be dead.

It's bad race.

Are you sure?

It is my job. Sort

between good and bad animals.

You know

the story of the black sheep?

Again. Let's go.

Girls, forget those little hedgehogs.

What would you have done elsewhere?

Hedgehogs are fleabags.

What a horror. Come.

Daisy. Come.

This Nicaise is an idiot who knows nothing about it.

Hi, grandpa.

I brought you two bags of manure.

Miss Sophie,

how is your formidable mother-in-law?

She's coming to get me.

It's okay?

I should not stay in this castle that takes the water.

I do not have to say that, but... Do not say it.

Where are Camille and Madeleine?

We must not disturb Camille and Madeleine,

they do their homework.

Nicaise killed baby hedgehogs. What is this story?

No nonsense!

No, Sophie, it's not here!

It's in the reeds.

Do not go.

Be careful not to fall!

Sophie!

I already told you: "Be careful not to fall."

Do you see something?

It looks like a frog.

- I'm looking for my hedgehogs. - I feel moving.

We will fish them.

- How? - Give me a stick.

Daisy!

It's icy! I'm going to get someone.

It's ice cold!

Joseph! Joseph!

- She is dead? - But no!

They all forgot me.

All this worry for hedgehogs?

Sophie was heroic.

It was for Joseph to save her.

What?

You did it on purpose to fall.

Liar.

She's jealous of you. Joseph is his lover.

Oh!

Hey! Marguerite, that's enough!

We are not fighting for a boy.

I know it.

First, you love him, Joseph,

to be your lover?

You're too small for that.

It's still beautiful.

- It is true. - JOSEPH,

IT'S YOUR LOVERS

JOSEPH, IT'S YOUR LOVERS

JOSEPH, IT'S YOUR LOVERS

JOSEPH, IT'S YOUR LOVE. Marguerite! Please.

Come!

- Let me pass. - Let's see, Mrs. Fichini!

They thought they did well. Get on with your girls.

I'm in charge of Sophie. And I educate him to my idea.

Believe me, ladies,

whipping is the only way to educate children.

It is there.

- It smells like pig. - We do not have the right.

What am I learning?

You have messed up and lost your dress

by letting you fall into the pond?

So...

Let's explain one-on-one.

I do not have one for a long time. Come on, we're going out. Come on!

Do not get tired.

I can whip it

myself. Return to the salon...

That's very nice.

But it's no.

The only master. I do not know any other. Come on!

Turn around, miss.

Sophie, come on!

It's so bad that it spoils the pleasure of visiting you.

Sophie, come on.

Here.

Go get some woolen clothes to cover Sophie.

No, you do not think about it!

For punishment to be exemplary, Sophie will put on her clothes

soaked and muddy!

Is not it, Sophie?

Yes, ma'am, I deserve that.

All in good time.

I leave you the whip?

- Thank you, no. - Well. Dress her.

Quick.

Tomorrow, we will come to get Sophie.

We could keep it a little? She can stay tonight.

No, I need her at the castle.

We started the riddance.

Her mother used to keep things useless.

We could come and admire...

I would like to discover your castle.

It's in a strange state, but...

come tomorrow, to taste it.

You are warned, it's a real job.

But I am proud of the work done.

Hurry up, Sophie! Do not make me wait.

Wait, wait!

Too bad, wait... Stay there.

Sophie, wait!

Sophie! I'm going to get mad.

She's going to catch a chest inflammation.

I can not do anything.

You smell the wet dog.

Sit in the back, you will dirty the bench.

Check.

Go!

Sophie, not too cold?

No, not at all, the winter is mild.

Mademoiselle does not need anything?

No thanks.

Good night, Zélie.

Lord, I would like Mrs. Fichini,

tomorrow morning,

wake up having lost all her teeth.

Thank you, Lord, I'm counting on you. Amen.

Mum!

Mum!

Mum!

Mum!

Mum!

Mum!

Mum!

Mum!

Mum!

Mum!

Mum!

We will find her...

Go away, you stupid beast. Shoo!

Psst!

I'm going to push you...

No...

You're dirty.

Come on, let's go home.

Good night, toad.

Go!

Come on!

Well, then... Ferdinand.

Oh dear, Ferdinand, stinks.

Alvaro... only bones.

Make bacon, Gaspard.

Elie... Attention, almost too pretty, Elie.

I have a toothache, like.

So, Lucette... Beautiful curly!

Huh, Lucette?

Dish...

Dish.

Where did Little Zelie go?

I put her to bed, madam.

In bed? Today?

What do you have in your head?

She sprained her ankle.

I do not feed useless mouths.

Send her home to her parents.

But she's from St. Boniface's orphanage.

Ah yes.

I had forgotten.

Good...

So, today...

Today, we have the visit of the neighbors of Fleurville.

I want everything to be nice to them.

To the eye as to the mouth. Did you receive the cakes?

Yes Madam.

And I made pancakes.

What do you want me to do?

Ferdinand, post yourself at the entrance.

As soon as you see the carriage, run to warn me.

Louison, Sophie is dressed?

Yes Madam.

Can we know where she is?

I dunno.

One has the impression that the earth turns.

And we stay there.

Why is she dirty?

She has more arms.

Do not touch.

Do not touch!

I will tell you the story of America.

Behind us,

there was the desert.

Stones and nothing else.

It was the territory

foxes and American rats.

What? Re-what?

And American rats.

You do not listen well,

girls.

I'm fine, I have the right not to hear.

The American rats were big.

Almost like cats.

They came to the houses,

looking for babies.

They took them with them, took them to the desert.

We do not know what they are doing.

- It's scary, your story. - We do not see them again.

Never again.

- How do you know that? - That's why

we hang babies

in the cradle, with chains. What?

Because of American rats.

But... But if...

If the rat breaks the chain?

He has claws?

Big claws up there.

Miss Sophie!

Your mom wants you.

She does not look happy.

Hurry or it's on me that she will scream.

- You're going to get banged. - Would you like that, huh?

Ferdinand...

Ah!

Sophie! Come on...

Come on, approach.

Approach, little thief.

Why did you steal my nut wine?

Your wine of what?

Make the idiot, I advise you.

Where is the decanter that was in my room?

Dear mother, I would never have allowed myself

to enter your room without your permission.

Stop calling me "dear mom". It's unbearable.

I am not your dear mother.

So, Sophie?

You did not steal anything?

I'm listening to you, Sophie.

Mother-in-law, I did not see your carafe of wine.

You did not open the window to jump

in the sand where we see the trace of your shoes?

I swear...

Here, you. Hold!

Are you going to say it? Are you going to say it?

Oh!

You make me tired.

You tire us all.

Get in your room and do not go out.

I did not steal

the wine, Paul.

Do you believe me? Paul?

I know who is the culprit.

Come on, Zélie.

Tell what you did.

This morning, I wore herbs

for bathing in Mrs. Fichini's room.

When I saw the decanter, I...

I drank a little, I a little reversed.

After, I jumped

by the window.

Do not be afraid.

We will say nothing to anyone.

I was hit in your place,

- that's enough. - Thank you.

Go to the kitchen, now, Zélie.

Sophie?

- Nice black fabric. - Thank you, it's my mourning dress.

I'm sorry, I did not know.

What are you going to do with Sophie during your trip?

No way to take her with me. Out of the question.

You speak of a gift. She stays here.

And if you give me a present? During your stay.

"Would you receive at your house a girl so mean and unbearable?"

I'm sure to make me obey.

You agree to get rid of it?

My absence will last several weeks.

I do not have to answer instead of my friend,

but I will help her in her education.

God, these two ladies are good!

So...

Can I prepare my trip?

- From tonight, if you wish. - Leave tomorrow at dawn.

Nothing keeps you here.

- I have to eat. - Go for it.

Thank you.

Thank you.

So...

Where are our girls?

Ah! Here they are.

So? Sophie?

I do not see you.

I'm here, mom.

Always to hide.

So, Sophie...

On the generous proposal of Madame de Fleurville,

it was decided that you would live at her home

during my trip.

SOPHIE!

Oh, that's running!

They are happy.

Sophie, come see me.

Thanks Mom!

So...

I imagine you are delighted to leave me.

You have neither heart nor gratitude.

I do not count on your tenderness, do not count

on mine.

I dispense you from writing to me. I will not give news.

Here...

You have nothing to tell me?

Naughty you are.

Heartless.

Heartless.

The hand. The other.

That's hard.

It is...

Here.

Bye, Alvaro.

Goodbye, Carole.

Goodbye, Lucette.

Goodbye, Louison.

Ladies, I do not know how to thank you.

Your relief is a thank you.

If Sophie annoys you...

Be confident. The whip is the best of the masters.

Well. Sophie, did you hear?

Goodbye.

We go back to Fleurville.

I forgot my doll.

Sophie?

What did you say? What did she say?

We left!

Goodbye!

Hurry up, there's wind!

Faster! Ya! Ya!

Sophie stayed at my place for months.

Without receiving a letter from Mrs Fichini.

I would lie by saying that Sophie

is as wise as my little model girls.

This is not the case.

But...

She became calmer,

softer,

while keeping her nature,

her mad curiosity towards the world.

One day we received a letter from her mother-in-law.

A letter from Naples.

She had married there a count, Blagowski.

One of the conditions of his marriage

was that Sophie would never settle with them.

Mrs. Fichini made me two proposals:

to put Sophie in boarding school in Paris

or keep this bad girl near me.

Sophie will always live with us.

I consider her one of my daughters now.

Where is Sophie?

- Quick quick! - Come!

Come on, Sophie!

When thunder thunders I cry louder than him

I take my maid to dance in the rain.

And when the wind blows No muffle

Sophie, Sophie, it's too cold.

When is the snow coming back I'm going to the balcony

I pull out the tongue To taste the flakes.

When the sun beats I put no hat

Sophie, Sophie, it's too hot.

When.

Woe, misfortunes fall.

Make.

The bomb, the bomb, the bomb.

- When... - Can we go?

Go for it!

Make.

The bomb, the bomb, the bomb.

When the storm rumbles I do not keep the room

I'm doing rounds In the evening of December.

The night surprises me, I sing in the dark

Sophie, Sophie, it's too late.

When my heart is tight I do not let myself go

I'm not doing it I'm trying not to cry

I roll on the ground I get dirty

Sophie, Sophie, it's not serious.

When.

Woe, misfortunes fall.

Make.

The bomb, the bomb, the bomb.

When.

Misfortunes, misfortunes fall.

Make.

The bomb, the bomb, the bomb.

My name is Caroline Grant, I play in the movie Sophie de Réan.

I'm Celeste Carrale and I play Camille de Fleurville.

I am Justine Morin and I play Madeleine de Fleurville.

My name is Tristan Farge and I play Paul.

My name is Aelys...

Aelys the Neved,

I played Marguerite de Rosbourg.