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CARROTTOP

Well, if it isn't Mr. Lepic!

How's it going, Mr. Lepic?

Honorine! Show Mr. Lepic some respect.

Oh, Mr. Lepic doesn't mind.

Even so, one must know one's place.

A servant is a servant.

Going out, my friend?

You don't need a jacket in this heat.

Vacation starts today. The children are coming home.

Don't forget to pick them up at the station.

Tell the farmer to take the cart to carry the trunk.

That's right.

A straw hat for the heat...

Stubborn old mule!

Not one word!

Not even "You're a bore"!

Twenty years of this!

Talk about family!

"A family is a group of people

forced to live together under one roof

who cannot stand each other."

Did you write that?

François Lepic?

You're going home on vacation.

You'll be spending two months with your family.

I'd like an explanation of these lines

in your latest French essay.

They reveal a curious state of mind.

Is this the result of your parents' sacrifices

to provide you with a good education?

Isn't your father good to you?

Sure, Mr. Lepic is –

What? "Mr. Lepic"?

I mean... my father.

Well, what about your father?

He intimidates me.

I don't see him much.

He's always in Paris for some trial, or he's out hunting.

But he never says a word at home.

He chuckles to himself,

but only if my brother Félix says something really funny.

But he loves you, doesn't he?

I guess so.

In his own quiet way.

And your mother?

Mrs. Lepic? She talks and talks and argues all by herself.

The less Mr. Lepic says, the more she talks to us.

Mr. Lepic doesn't answer,

my brother only answers when it suits him,

and I only answer when it suits her.

And the dog just wags its tail.

Come on, Minos. Let's go for a walk,

and then we'll go get the children at the station.

The plates are still damp.

Really? It must be because of the cupboard.

Are the finger marks because of the cupboard too?

Look at this smear.

Where? I don't see anything.

Precisely my point.

I'm not saying you're slacking off,

but you're getting old.

But despite the cost, I'd gladly hire extra help.

I don't want another woman getting in my way.

Just the reaction I expected...

which is why...

I've hired a young girl.

Madame is throwing me out?

Not at all!

There will always be a ladle of soup for you here.

But you're getting old, my poor woman!

You can't see anymore. You need rest.

I hired a girl from Lormes last week,

so if she comes while I'm out...

Excuse me, sir. The Lepic residence?

What's your business with the Lepics?

I'm Annette Perroux.

Mrs. Lepic hired me last week as a maid.

Straight ahead, then first street on the left.

Say, since you're going to the Lepic residence...

Let your heart speak.

Be affectionate.

When you see your father, throw your arms around him.

- Around Mr. Lepic? - Of course! He isn't made of stone.

I'd rather jump in the river.

What a funny little fellow! Why?

He'd think I was trying to strangle him.

He'd push me away. "Carrottop, don't step on my feet!"

He calls you Carrottop?

Of course. Mrs. Lepic gave me that name

because of the color of my hair.

Your hair's blond.

To Mrs. Lepic it's red, and she has sharp eyes.

Run along or you'll miss your train.

Is your brother traveling with you?

Yes, but I'm big enough now. Good-bye, sir.

And be nice to your mom.

A kindly mother is a wonderful thing.

She has her own way of being kind.

A very mean way.

Sometimes she'll call you "dear girl,"

and sometimes she'll call you "stupid idiot."

You'll see what's she's like soon enough.

As for Mr. Lepic, I know him well.

He hates three things:

Lies, messiness, and empty talk.

Hey, shepherd!

This time you'll be elected,

and our village will finally have a decent mayor.

Mrs. Lepic?

Mrs. Lepic would like to go to heaven alone, without me.

She's a stingy, sanctimonious old bigot

who'd rather see me burn in hell.

At least I wouldn't be stuck with her in heaven!

Good-bye. I'm off to the station to pick up the children.

There are three of them:

Carrottop, Félix, and Ernestine.

Carrottop is the youngest.

Carrottop? That's no Christian name.

The name suits him.

Mrs. Lepic says so.

I'll clear the table.

He's a funny little child.

Mrs. Lepic says he's a liar, a hypocrite,

dirty, lazy...

and stubborn to boot – all in one person!

Not that I've seen it,

but if Mrs. Lepic says so, it must be true.

Where's the kitchen?

But in my opinion, the boy just came along too late.

Wasn't expected, you see.

But he's not a bad kid.

He'll even give you a hand now and then.

No, thanks. I don't need anyone's help.

Why not? The child's happier working than playing.

That's the second child:

Ernestine.

She's no worse than any other kid,

but one never knows what she's thinking.

That's the firstborn, Félix.

Mrs. Lepic's darling.

I think she's afraid of him,

but she says his health is fragile.

All aboard!

Hello, Father.

Minos!

Am I glad to see you!

Careful, Carrottop!

You're stepping on my feet!

Go ahead.

Let's go!

Félix, dear boy...

some melon?

I don't like melon.

You don't either, do you, Carrottop?

Answer when you're spoken to.

Yes, Mother.

Don't talk with your mouth full.

Disgusting boy!

Go throw that in the trash!

Would you pass me a crumb of bread for my stewed fruit?

Mrs. Lepic is talking to Mr. Lepic!

This is gonna be good!

This is the treatment I get! In front of the children

and the servants!

Madame mustn't be so upset.

What?

Mind your own business! Get back to your oven!

Did you lock up the chickens?

No, madame. I forgot.

Never mind. Carry on with your work.

You got lucky!

Oh, it's a chore like any other.

You'll see.

Crossing the yard...

at night... with no light.

I'd survive.

Félix, dear boy...

would you go lock up the chickens?

I don't have time. I'm reading.

Carrottop.

Go lock up the chicken coop, my little Carrottop.

It's too dark!

He won't go. He's such a coward.

Aren't you, Carrottop?

- I'll go. - You stay here.

Scared, aren't you, Carrottop?

Me? Scared?

And give the melon rind to the rabbits.

- Scared, weren't you? - Me? Hah!

Not a bit! - Oh?

Then you can do it every night.

- Good night, my love. - Night, Mother.

Good night.

Anyone need to use the toilet?

So long, all!

God, be a pal

and make my mother forget I exist! Amen.

Done!

I gave the leftovers to the dog,

grain to the chickens, and grass to the rabbits.

Now that Félix has had his morning chocolate,

the Lepic family should be okay until noon.

Let's hang these up in the meadow.

Leave that, Mr. Lepic.

Call me Carrottop, and I'll call you Annette.

- Yes, Mr. Lepic. - Carrottop!

Yes, Mr. Carrottop.

No "mister"!

If Mrs. Lepic heard you, she'd laugh out loud.

Leave that. It's too heavy for you.

You gotta be kidding.

Feel my biceps.

Go on.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Listen, we have to understand each other.

Who wants to come hunting?

Daddy, take me! It's my turn!

Go get ready.

We leave in five minutes.

- Leave that! - No, I'll help you.

You like hunting, huh?

Yes, it's swell.

I carry the kill, and I beat the hedges

to flush out the hares.

So do you like working here? - We'll see.

It's no worse than anywhere else.

And you can count on Mrs. Lepic being nice for about a month

before she turns on you.

Meanwhile, I'll give you a good tip.

If you want to get on her good side,

just say bad things about me.

Seems she doesn't like you much.

What a thought! She's my mother.

Well, she's certainly Félix's mother. She adores him.

Félix and I aren't cut from the same cloth.

Going out, my dear?

I'm biking to the other end of the village to fly my kite.

You're taking me too, right? I'll ride on the handlebars.

Of course he will. Won't you, sweetheart?

Oh, I don't care.

Darling!

Does company come over often?

No, Mr. Lepic doesn't like company,

so he's gruff to Mrs. Lepic's visitors,

and they don't come back.

I'd better hurry. Mr. Lepic might leave without me.

Annette!

Just what are you doing there?

Nothing, madame. Just chatting with your son.

Aha! Chatting with young Mr. Carrottop?

He's a fine young boy.

I see he's won you over.

How lucky to be in his good graces.

Not everyone is so fortunate.

Take your hands out of your pockets

or I'll sew them shut.

Look at that mop of hair!

What's gotten into you?

Anyone would think I beat you.

What filth!

If there was but one dollop of mud in the world, it would end up on you.

It's from the pickaxe.

You use a pickaxe on your overalls now?

Anyway...

go get some cream from the dairy.

You hear me?

Yes, Mother.

Is your trunk still at the station?

Yes, madame.

Why don't you take the wheelbarrow and get it?

Don't you answer when spoken to?

- It's just that – - What?

I'm supposed to go hunting with Daddy.

Well, you're not going hunting.

- I promised him. - Then un-promise him.

- What do I tell him? - You changed your mind.

Are you sulking?

Yes, you are.

Stubborn mule!

You hear me?

I forbid you to go hunting with your father.

- Have a good time! - Yes, Mother.

If I didn't have those two...

Let's go.

Well? You coming?

I thought it over. I'd rather stay here.

Are you putting me on?

No, I just changed my mind.

I don't feel like it anymore.

What are you doing?

I'm going to tell him Mrs. Lepic forbade you to go.

Mind your own business!

He'll think you're being temperamental.

He's used to it.

I just don't want to get slapped.

Mr. Lepic never slaps me,

but Mrs. Lepic slaps me for the slightest reason.

Careful! She's watching.

Where?

From the window.

So? We aren't doing anything wrong.

It's obvious you don't know her.

She's not going to gobble me up.

You never know.

So this is how you spend your vacation?

Yes, but next Sunday I'm going to see my godfather.

He's a swell guy!

I'm off to the dairy.

Well, little duck, is the water nice?

Yes, godfather. Nice and warm.

I won't catch the tiniest minnow

if you keep splashing about.

I've had enough swimming.

Here.

Dry yourself off.

You're cold.

Have a nip of brandy.

It's good. Gets the blood moving.

That's disgusting!

Worms aren't dirty.

They're as clean as can be.

All they eat is earth.

I eat them.

Eat one so I can see.

These are a bit big.

Best to fry them and spread them on bread.

But the little ones like those in plums – I eat those raw.

That's why my family thinks you're disgusting.

I don't give a damn.

Hello, Carrottop!

Great! It's Mathilde!

Get dressed first! Don't prance around naked in front of the ladies.

She's my fiancée.

Still, no point showing off your wares before the ceremony.

Everything okay?

Are we getting married today?

No, I'm not dressed for it.

But let's rehearse.

Oh, yes!

I need 50 francs for a new freewheel for my bike.

I know where there's some money.

In the chest of drawers,

under the linen.

What? Mother's money?

You can't get married without music!

Wait, I'll get my hurdy-gurdy

and play you a nice serenade. Just wait!

Since we're getting married. I can give you a kiss.

How funny!

When I do that, it turns all red.

One of our lads is getting married today

Churchwarden, ring your bells

Play, my boy

The girl has no coffer of tinkling coins

But she has plenty of charm

Which is enough for the gallant young groom

Fair maidens of the village

And all around

Put on your prettiest blouses

And your best finery

Run! For the royal cortege

Is passing through the streets

Sing out with joy

And now the wedding feast.

Have a seat.

Are you hungry?

Oh, yes!

- Do you want some? - No, thank you.

I'm glad to see you have an appetite.

Looks like your mother doesn't feed you enough.

Depends. If she's hungry, I'm lucky.

She serves me as she serves herself.

But when she's done, so am I!

Ask for seconds, numbskull!

Easier said than done.

Does she scare you?

It's me who doesn't scare her enough.

For example, on the rare occasion

when she raises a hand to my brother,

he grabs a broomstick,

and I swear to you she freezes in her tracks!

Do like him. Try the broomstick.

Raise a broom to my mother!

She'd think I was offering it to her.

It would tumble from my hands into hers.

She might even say "thanks" before she thrashed me with it!

Come on, Carrottop. Time to head home.

Oh, darn!

Good day, sir.

Good day, Annette.

Hello, Mathilde.

Hurry, Carrottop.

Good-bye, Carrottop.

Good-bye, godfather.

Why do you have to all all the chores at home?

Stop!

No one will ever love me like that!

Careful!

Nobody loves me!

Stop or we'll crash!

What do I care?

Your turn.

What was that for?

Nasty child!

Nasty child?

Nasty child?

Are you calling my son a nasty child?

I don't know if he's your son, but he's a guttersnipe!

A guttersnipe?

Say that again!

That's right. A guttersnipe!

Come, sweetheart, my little Carrottop.

Just ignore that hag. - You're the hag, you old crone!

Now we're alone.

Tell me, sweetheart, whom do you love more:

Your father or your mother?

I love Mother more.

Orphans are lucky.

Good night.

Anyone need to use the toilet?

I'll leave the light on.

Good night.

Annette, be sure to lock up.

Mr. Lepic.

Well, what is it?

I wanted to tell you that the other day,

Mrs. Lepic forbade your son to go hunting with you.

I see. And?

Mrs. Lepic treats him unfairly.

Your son is unhappy.

Who, Félix?

No, Carrottop.

What?

She forbade him to go hunting with me?

Why?

Because she knows he enjoys it.

- Maybe she needed him. - She always needs him.

He does all the chores

while the others play hopscotch or fly kites.

I've never noticed.

Of course not. You're very busy.

But ever since I came here, I've seen –

- What have you seen? - Things.

He's such a good little boy.

- Who? - Carrottop.

And so smart.

But Mrs. Lepic terrorizes him.

The sight of her scares the hiccups right out of him.

She's a high-strung woman.

He hasn't realized yet what's going on.

But he's growing up. He's no longer a child.

If you'd seen the look in his eyes earlier –

Oh, it's just growing pains.

Some children are so unhappy that they kill themselves.

My poor Annette, are you crazy?

Go on to bed.

Where's Carrottop's picture?

I've never seen one.

That's true.

Carrottop!

Is that you? What do you want?

Let me sleep!

Carrottop, this can't go on.

Mrs. Lepic is making your life unbearable.

You have to run away.

It may come to that. But where would I go?

Ask if you can stay at school during the vacations.

Only the poor students get to do that.

Mr. Lepic would never agree. - Ask him!

Explain things to him.

You think it's easy to confide in him?

No one loves you.

Maybe he just hides his feelings.

He hides them well!

Nobody loves you.

So what do I do?

There's a well outside.

Yes, a deep one.

Throw yourself in.

I've thought about it.

See?

But I don't like water.

There's a pond on the way to your godfather's.

The one where you hear the toads at night.

I stopped there once.

You were going to jump in, right?

I couldn't. The water's too cold.

You could just fill a bucket

and stick your head in it.

That would be easier.

Just one minute of courage

and it would all be over.

Mrs. Lepic would be furious!

But deep down she'd be only too happy.

I don't want her to be happy! She's too mean!

Then rebel!

Refuse to obey her!

That would only make things worse.

Try anyway!

You think I should?

I saw you. You took the coins and left the bills.

I'm telling Mother. - Just try it!

Then give me some money.

I don't have any.

Ask Dad for some.

And you'll keep quiet?

Yes.

Okay, I'll find a way.

Quit it!

At any rate...

if I'm elected –

Consider it done, Mr. Mayor.

My first official act would be to reinstate

the mayor's right

to kiss all the young brides.

It certainly wouldn't hurt!

Just the opposite!

Hello, Mrs. Lepic.

My dear little Carrottop...

kindly go get a pound of flour from the mill.

No, Mother.

Perhaps you didn't understand. I asked you –

No, Mother.

I won't go to the mill.

What's that?

Have you gone mad?

No, Mother.

Carrottop, I just don't understand.

I'm asking you –

ordering you –

to go get a pound of flour from the mill this instant.

I heard you. I won't go.

Then I must be the one going mad.

You refuse to obey me?

Yes, Mother.

You refuse to obey

your mother?

That's right.

This is mutiny!

You heard that, gentlemen.

I politely asked Carrottop to walk down to the mill for me,

and you heard the result!

Good thing too, or you'd think I was making it up.

Don't go.

Stay here. Félix!

It's your turn to help your mother.

Go get some flour from the mill.

See you Sunday, gentlemen.

So this is how my children are taught respect –

by treating me like the lowest of the low!

Mom...

Go away!

Good-bye. See you Sunday.

You see, old Minos? It's no use.

Nobody loves you, Carrottop.

Look over there.

There's water in that bucket.

It only takes a minute.

One minute of courage.

Go on.

Go on, darling. At least I have you.

Filthy child!

You'd do anything to ruin our water and poison the whole family!

Get to work. Make yourself useful.

Clean the yard.

What did I do to deserve such a child?

Leave me alone, you idiot!

What were you doing with your head in that bucket?

- Good morning. - Good morning, Mr. Bernard.

You're the first. - Isn't the election at 10:00?

Yes, but Mr. Merlerant will be late.

He's still bringing in his hay,

and he's marrying off his son at 10:30.

Ah, that's right. He couldn't stand the old mayor.

He'd rather wait until Mr. Lepic is elected to marry off his son.

So he's certain Mr. Lepic will be elected?

Oh, yes. How many ballots?

- Twelve. - Lepic's a good fellow.

He's a shoe-in.

This time there's no doubt.

Someone's stolen another 50 francs

from my drawer.

Fifty francs, Annette.

You haven't seen them, by any chance?

Madame, I'm an honest girl!

You should ask Carrottop.

I'm sure he knows.

So now you steal from your mother?

Leave that child alone!

He that will steal a pin

will steal a pound

and break his mother's heart!

- I said to leave the child alone! - What?

Don't you understand English?

Excuse me?

I forbid you to speak to him from now on.

A wicked child who steals from me?

Nasty child! - Will you shut up?

Félix, Ernestine...

never get married!

You see how he treats me?

How dreadful!

To speak to me that way!

This house is a pigsty!

Everything just thrown on the ground!

It's a filthy mess!

I'm leaving!

I won't stay in this house another second!

Oh, you'll be back – unfortunately!

Mother, come now.

Calm down, mother.

Dad, I want to leave this house.

I'm old enough to earn a living.

What?

Aren't you happy here with your family?

Why didn't you say anything?

Are you afraid of me? - Yes.

You're always hiding like a recluse.

You should have said something!

If only I could.

You never say a word, even when we're hunting.

Neither do you.

That's true.

But you're always sulking.

No, I never sulk.

Then what are you always doing off by yourself?

Raging...

against injustice!

Let her go.

She won't go far.

I have to go.

They're waiting for me at the town hall.

Go get dressed...

and join me there.

We'll eat together.

If I'm elected, there'll be a little celebration.

That'll cheer you up.

Go put on your nice Sunday clothes.

They're Sunday clothes, but they're not nice.

Just hand-me-downs from Félix.

Go on, now.

Minos!

What are you doing?

I'm so happy. I'm going to the celebration with Dad.

Let me do that. You go change.

Good idea!

Give me some money.

You promised!

Leave me alone!

Hold on. The mayor hasn't been elected yet.

Here comes the mayor.

I'm late, aren't I?

Are you so set on having me marry you?

You might end up waiting forever.

What if I'm not elected?

You will be!

Musicians!

We're to have music for our election?

I knew you men would be here. I'm on pins and needles.

Annette!

Mr. Lepic. Mr. Lepic.

A blank ballot.

Mr. Merlerant. Mr. Lepic.

Mr. Merlerant: One vote.

Two blank ballots.

Mr. Lepic: Nine votes.

Mr. Lepic won!

Pay no attention to him. He's a sore loser.

No, it goes underneath.

It goes around the belly, huh?

I guess I should give a little speech.

Where are you going?

I'm taking Carrottop his shoes. Mr. Lepic is waiting for him.

No need. Carrottop is being punished.

I forbid you!

He escaped.

Oh, you're being so good!

I brought some candy. "Thank you, Auntie."

And you too. - Thank you, Auntie!

Wait... he's not part of the wedding party!

After I marry that couple,

white wine for all who voted for me – and for those who didn't –

in the café across the road.

He's ready for you now.

- He took your money! - Dirty snitch!

What's this?

- She made me. - Liar!

Will you stop it?

I'm already the most miserable of women.

Must I be the most miserable of mothers too?

Come, Félix! I'll overlook it this time.

But you're the oldest. Be sensible!

Are you Annette? Mr. Lepic sent me to say

he was elected mayor and won't be home for lunch.

Did you hear that?

I bet your snotty-nosed little brother is with him.

We must go make an appearance

and take our rightful place in the celebration.

Go put on your hat, son.

No, I'm meeting someone at the fair.

You can go later. First escort your sister and me.

No.

Enough! You're getting on my nerves!

See that, my dear?

That's what I get.

It's true what they say. Men are ungrateful beasts.

Thank God I have you at least. Come along.

No, go by yourself.

I'd be bored stiff there.

My God!

Sign there.

I can't write, Mr. Mayor!

Very well. Make a cross.

Not only do I make the law,

but I enforce it too

by kissing your better half.

Mr. Mayor, will you come raise a glass in our honor?

- Where? - The café across the street.

Perfect. I'm headed there myself.

The ceremony is over.

Go enjoy yourselves.

Let's go celebrate.

- Dad. - Yes, my boy.

To your health, Mr. Mayor!

And to yours, my dear. You'll need it today!

I'll come join you.

Dad, I'm here.

I see that, my boy.

But run along now. I'm busy.

Well, well, it's Carrottop!

Stop growing, my boy.

Your trousers can't keep up!

There you are, little fellow!

Everything okay?

Give me a pack of tobacco.

So...

did you give the broomstick a try?

Matches.

You just have to accept it, my boy.

You'll never be happier than you are today.

I'll admit that your mother doesn't love you much.

She's a bad woman.

She's your mother, my boy.

I don't say that just because she's my mother.

As for your father...

he'll have other matters on his mind now.

Hello, Philippe.

How are things? - Just fine.

I wanted to tell you something...

Carrottop.

You'll always be alone. Always.

Run.

The pond's over there. There's no other solution.

Look... there's the pond.

Hello, Carrottop.

I'm going to find my father at the café. Want to come along?

We're never getting married,

because I'm going to kill myself.

Do you have to?

Yes.

Well, if you think you really should,

then you have to.

It's too bad, Carrottop...

because I really like you.

I like you too.

If only my family treated me like my brother Félix.

Would you give me a kiss, Carrottop?

Are you going to jump in the water?

Yes.

It won't be pleasant. The water isn't clean.

And it's cold.

You don't dare, Carrottop.

But there's a rope in the barn.

You saw it earlier.

Go hang yourself.

You'll see how easy it is to die.

Come on. I'll walk you to the café.

Good-bye, Mathilde.

So you've made up your mind to kill yourself?

Yes.

Will you come to the celebration with me after that?

Yes, Mathilde.

Hello, Mathilde.

Hello, Carrottop's godfather.

- Have you seen your fiancé? - Yes, he's coming back.

He's coming back? Where did he go?

- He went to kill himself. - Kill himself!

Kill himself, eh?

Mr. Mayor, do you know where your son is?

Leave the mayor alone.

I'm carrying out my duties.

Lepic, this is no time for jokes!

What are you blabbering about?

I'm blabbering about how you shouldn't have kids

if you can't love them!

You're drunk, Philippe.

Your son has gone off to kill himself!

What?

Carrottop has gone off to kill himself.

Just half an hour ago we were chatting like old friends.

It was too late.

You may never be able to put things right now!

Carrottop!

Carrottop is trying to kill himself!

Carrottop!

One of our lads

Is getting married today

Churchwarden, ring your bells

Carrottop!

Madame, Carrottop is going to kill himself!

I wouldn't put it past him!

He'd kill himself just to get attention!

Carrottop!

Take that rope off!

Take it off.

Take that rope off!

Why?

Why?

Daddy, I want to die!

Why?

Because I don't love my mother anymore.

What about me?

You think I love her?

What did you say?

I said...

"You think I love her?"

So you're unhappy too?

I sure am.

As unhappy as me?

If that's any consolation.

Come on.

Let's not stay up here.

You see, Carrottop...

you were born too late.

- That's not my fault. - True.

We weren't expecting you.

By that time, things were over

between your mother and me.

You see...

what a couple needs most of all

is harmony and understanding.

They have to be compatible in outlook, right?

If you like.

The thing is, Mrs. Lepic's temperament

is the exact opposite of mine.

A family should be both those we love

and those who love us.

That's true.

Do you love me, Daddy?

Like a long-lost child.

It's too bad.

I misunderstood your temperament

just as I had misunderstood your mother's.

I feel sorry for you, Daddy, because I'm still young,

but you'll spend the rest of your years

with a woman whose only pleasure

is to make others unhappy.

She isn't happy either.

What do you mean?

Things aren't quite that simple.

- She's not happy when she slaps me? - Oh, yes!

In fact, it's the only happiness she enjoys with you.

Are you surprised that a person can suffer

from not knowing how to win the love of others?

I didn't know how myself.

I'm hungry, and there's an inn.

Let's go eat.

A father has to be a good dad,

and a mother has to be a good mom.

Otherwise there's no point.

You're right.

Here's to you, François. - No more "Carrottop"?

Carrottop is dead.

He hanged himself in the barn.

From now on, you're François again.

To everyone?

To everyone.

And listen:

You needn't be afraid of anything at home from now on.

From now on, it's you and me together.

- Here's to you, Mr. Lepic. - Huh?

Here's to you...

Daddy.