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My parents, Martin and Marie Ferral,

were poor sharecroppers exploited by Count de Nansac,

a noble émigré, restored in his privileges by the Restoration.

My father opposed the Count and killed his steward...

who, coming to chase us away, had hurt my mother.

My father fled into the forest, but being betrayed, he was arrested.

We went to take refuge in the tilery, in the middle of the forest.

After a long search...

my mother found work with Géral, a good man.

Of course Mathive, the maid, hated us.

But her daughter Lina was kind!

After a harsh trial, my father, despite the courage of his lawyer,

Master Fongrave, was condemned to the galleys.

Evicted from Géral's place we returned to live in the tilery.

There I learned of my father's death,

sent to prison by the Count's hatred.

That same night my mother took me to the château to swear revenge.

But the Count was not satisfied yet.

Mascret, his new manager...

forbid the farmers to give us work.

From that day my mother looked in vain and wore herself out on the roads.

True to my oath, I set the Count's forest on fire.

The feeling of joy and hatred...

I felt that night, I'll never forget.

Exhausted by cold and hunger, my mother died before my eyes shortly after.

And alone this time, orphaned at 8, I left.

Hello kid.

Episode 4 "Father Bonnal"

I first went by the Mïons, the only friends of my parents.

There, I knew I could find some help.

Hello, ma'am.

Where are the Mïons?

The Mïons?

They're gone.

They were driven out by Count de Nansac.

But what do you want?

I was looking for work. As they were friends...

Work, you? If this isn't sad!

Go back to your parents.

My mother and father are dead.

My God!

Poor thing.

But I don't have work.

Goodbye, madame.

Wait!

I don't have work, but take this.

I don't ask for charity.

I have a son your age.

You can take it.

Thanks.

Do you want to sleep here?

No.

I have to go on. And I'm in a hurry.

I was desperate, but I didn't lose courage.

I was indeed in a hurry.

Why? I didn't know.

Where was I going? I didn't know either.

One single thought drove me on: becoming strong and having revenge.

Avenge my family. My father and my mother, killed by Nansac.

I had to find work.

I walked all day.

Hello, sir.

Hello, little one.

Can you give me work?

Where are you from?

Combenègre.

And who are you?

The son of Martissou.

There's no work here.

Night approached.

I hadn't found anything and I was exhausted.

I decided to take refuge in a shepherd's hut...

that seemed abandoned.

Despite my fatigue I couldn't sleep.

I thought I could no longer say who I was,

otherwise farmers would be afraid of Count de Nansac.

How could they hire the son of Martissou Le Croquant, who had died in prison?

Don't you have work?

No. There's no work here, little one.

I could guard the geese.

But I already have one doing that work.

Everywhere, I could sense the poverty, the misery.

How could anyone be interested in me?

I walked like this for three days.

In the evenings I didn't even dare ask for shelter at farms.

I slept under trees, my stomach racked with hunger.

Do you have work?

No.

This was my 4th day on the road. And still nothing.

What would become of me?

Almost at the end of my tether, I decided to go up to Fanlac.

It was an old village my father had told me about,

located on top of a hill.

This was my last hope.

Nobody paid any attention to me.

And devastated I stayed at the foot of an old cross.

What are you doing here, kid?

It was a parish priest, and I felt distrust.

I'm looking for work.

Are you alone?

Where are your parents?

My father and mother are dead.

Poor kid.

Come with me.

I couldn't help thinking of the Pastor of Bars...

who'd made us suffer so much.

I won't harm you.

But this one didn't look mean.

Come.

He had a very gentle face. I decided to follow him.

What are you bringing me?

You can see for yourself. A poor child, poorly dressed.

With head lice?

Shut up, Fantille.

He should eat something. He really should.

He has neither father nor mother.

Poor thing.

Put him in a chair. What are you waiting for?

Oh yes. Sit down.

Right where you are.

Sit down. Give me your hat.

It's hot.

What's your name?

Can you eat a bit more?

What's your name?

Jacquou.

Jacquou?

And you no longer have a father or mother?

For a long time?

My poor child.

And who are you?

If I told him my name, he would chase me away.

I decided to lie to him.

I'm from Garrigal, at la Jugie.

Where is that?

In the township of Lachapelle-Aubareil.

Lachapelle-Aubareil...

You're lying, boy.

I was suddenly ashamed.

Come on, tell me the truth.

Who are you? Where are you from?

I felt that I had betrayed my father.

I had to tell him the truth.

The son of Martin Ferral.

Martin Ferral...

He who killed Laborie.

Because he had killed our dog and injured my mother.

Your mother?

So he went to get his gun and he shot Laborie.

He fell and then he was dead.

Papa fled, but they caught him.

He was tried and they sent him to the galleys.

That's where he died.

- Ah, yes. - Then we were driven away.

Me and Mom took refuge in the tilery.

And your mother?

She died at the tilery...

From hunger and cold.

So now you're alone?

Yes.

I was relieved, even proud. I hadn't renounced my father.

And if you could take revenge, would you?

Yes.

Maybe you already did?

Yes.

How?

I set fire to the forest.

Was that you?

I said everything.

He would surely chase me away. But I didn't care.

There are apples for dessert.

Apples?

Here, Jacquou.

And remember, never ever lie.

This priest was really very different from the one in Bars.

- Hello, Father. - Hello.

In the late afternoon the pastor took me to a large, beautiful house.

Cassius...

Hello, Father.

Is Miss Hermine in?

Yes, Father. In the dining room.

Okay. Thank you. Wait here, Jacquou.

This man seemed very odd!

Hello, little one.

Hello.

Good Lord! Watch me how to damn do it!

What's up with him?

Oh, what a fucking rookie!

This house was reassuring, but I felt a bit concerned.

- This is a mess! - Is this what they taught you...

- Everything they taught me? - You can't do anything.

Nothing?

- Say that again! - You can't do anything.

And what about you?

You don't even know how to saddle your horse!

But I carried out the Revolution!

Exactly. And from the very start!

Not like some Bonapartist.

What do you mean? Say that again!

Not like some Bonapartist!

I was in Austerlitz, me!

Yes, I was in Austerlitz!

Well my boy, are you still here?

- Yes, sir. - Sir?

Call me Cassius. He's La Ramée.

And if you don't know: he was in Austerlitz!

Yes!

And if you don't know: he carried out the Revolution!

- In an office! - In an office?

Come on!

Hey, you're here, La Ramée?

I've been waiting for you this morning. I had timber to carry inside.

Excuse me Father, but I was busy here.

I helped Cassius. He doesn't know how to saddle his horse.

I see!

When you have a moment, I'm counting on you.

- Yes, I'll come. - Come Jacquou.

A soldier of Napoleon who works for a priest!

It was great, the Grande Armée!

What the f...!

Poor kid.

What a story!

Yes.

A jacket. I'm sure that it's one of the priests.

Two shirts... Toinette...

You'll do these right away. I'll deal with the shirts.

My God...

Look at the state of him!

- He really needs to be togged up. - Oh yes!

Okay Jacquou.

She was well dressed, as at Count de Nansac's.

Hello, Jacquou.

I felt worried.

You're not angry?

No.

Good.

I'll take your measurements.

Come Jacquou. Go on.

Take off your cloak.

You'll get it back.

Come on Jacquou. Give it to me.

There. That's it.

Toinette, go and get me the two pairs...

of socks that Cassius brought me.

I'm sure they'll fit.

I like this boy.

He looks as smart as a litter of mice.

Ah, women!

Always sensitive to the physical benefits.

If that was true, we wouldn't be good friends!

Touché!

The chevalier isn't here?

My brother is in La Grandie.

I'll get right on it.

And if I finish on time,

we'll have a shirt for you tonight.

- Here are the socks. - Thank you.

They'll surely fit.

- Good evening. - Good evening, Father.

- And thank you again. - You're welcome.

Come Jacquou.

See you, Cassius.

Are you the son of Martissou of Combenègre?

- Yes. He was my father. - You should be proud.

Never forget him.

This was the 1st time someone spoke to me of my father like that.

Goodbye, Cassius. Come on, let's go.

You'll sleep there. It's not big but you'll be fine.

A room with a real bed!

I'd never seen that before.

Sit down.

Sit down. It's your bed.

A bed. All to myself. I couldn't believe it.

You still think I want to harm you?

No.

Good. I'll leave you.

Your two shirts and the jacket have disappeared.

They were drying. But rascals like La Ramée...

I took them.

- You? - Yes.

- That's better. Give them to me. - I don't have them anymore.

You no longer have them?

I gave them to Hermine, for Jacquou.

Now you have nothing to change into!

This way, I have nothing.

One day, you'll give away your cassock!

In small pieces, to make more profit!

- You'll see! - Why not?

Yes, the priest was nice.

I thought he'd keep me for maybe a day or two.

And for the first time since my mother's death,

I almost felt happy.

"Il Va disant Noblesse oblige Qui, maufaisant, ses pairs afflige."

I said:

"Il Va disant Noblesse oblige Qui, maufaisant, ses pairs afflige."

Ah?

To put it more clearly:

"Great lords and main roads, are bad neighbors."

Yes. Okay.

- A bit of wine, chevalier? - Certainly.

This was the chevalier de Galibert.

I didn't understand what he was saying and he seemed odd.

It has aroma. Not bad.

- Fantille brewed it. - Ah...

Hermine in fact as well.

As his sister had promised...

he'd brought me a finished shirt that same evening.

He too looked nice. Very good, even.

I who knew no other noble but Count de Nansac,

was quite amazed at the sweetness of this one.

I had the idea that all nobles were bad,

as the priests.

Were you shaking a tree when you made this discovery?

- Yes. - I like him a lot.

This Nansac isn't worth much. What do you think, kid?

I hate him.

With your eyes, if I was Nansac, I would be wary.

Jacquou, you shouldn't hate.

He killed my father and my mother.

You are unhappy, my boy.

You won't feel so forgiving.

Priest...

It's nice to forgive, but it must be mutual.

- "When you're a sheep..." - "The wolf will bite you."

- Is that so? - Exactly.

Aside from the moral, what will you do with him?

First, teach him to read and write. Then...

we'll see.

Hearing this, I realized that the priest was interested in me...

and wanted to keep me. And I was happy.

Spring came, and I was still at Fanlac.

Hello, La Ramée!

Hello, Jacquou!

La Ramée also became my friend.

I saw him every day on the pastures...

where he guarded the sheep of the village.

I was living at the vicarage, trying to make myself useful in my own way.

Can I help you?

You scared me. Go up, I'm almost done.

No, you're not finished. I'll help you.

Take that, then. Fold them.

Chanterelles?

That's nice, Fantille. I love them.

Chanterelles?

How would I have time to go find chanterelles?

Then I know who it is.

Thank you, Jacquou.

Come on.

Let's go to work.

"In the forest,

" there is..."

Twice each day, the priest taught me for 2 hours.

I was so happy to learn...

and I was so eager to please him,

that I worked with a kind of rage.

"... wolves. Squirrels.

"The lion...

"is the king of the animals."

Animals.

- "Animals." - Yes.

"The animals of the forest...

"aren't mean."

That's good. Very good.

You're making good progress, you know.

Dinner is served!

We're coming, Fantille!

Let's leave it at that for now.

Everything in moderation.

Let's go...

Father...

Yes?

Is Mr. chevalier a nobleman?

Yes.

Why isn't he nasty like Count de Nansac?

There's an important difference between them.

The chevalier is a noble without land.

Nansac is an landowner without nobility.

Ah...

Have you finished, La Ramée?

Almost, Father.

Come have dinner.

For soup I'm always ready.

I know! And for wine too!

But it doesn't hurt!

I got hot.

It's good wood. It's solid.

Hey, La Ramée!

Fantille's soup was good, huh!

Come Jacquou. We'll do some work.

Leave it.

Leave it! After all...

Fantille...

The bottle we got from Ferjac...

- Yes? - You may give it to La Ramée.

But it's a gift!

Yes, it's a gift. And I'll make a gift of it. Give it.

To yours, sergeant!

N... O... U... S.

Every evening after supper...

Father Bonal gave me 2 more hours of class.

M...

M, again.

E... S.

That's good.

When you know how to read and write,

I'll teach you the responses of Mass.

Have you at least been going?

No.

So don't you want to serve Mass?

Oh yes! But for you.

So for me,

you'll also forgive the Count of Nansac.

Continue.

"Vous": V...

O... U... S.

The day before Easter had arrived...

and I had received a wonderful gift.

- Hello, Father. - Hello.

And to think that we were at Austerlitz!

Not me, La Ramée.

You could have, Father.

What's wrong? Are you hurt?

No. I'm looking at my shoes.

Really.

Good!

Hello, my friends.

Hello.

I went to look for you at the sacristy.

You were supposed to send me Jacquou

He'll come tomorrow.

This morning we have an important matter to attend to.

Oh, what beautiful shoes!

So, tomorrow?

- Tomorrow. - With the shoes?

Oh yes!

Bye, Father.

Goodbye, chevalier.

The next day was a big day...

and Father Bonal wanted to know one more time if I was ready.

Do you know why I wash my hands?

Yes. To purify them.

That's very, very good.

There. Now take that platter over there.

Now you come back. You kneel down...

and I say: (speaking Latin)

And you reply:

(Jacquou recites in Latin.)

(The priest and Jacquou continue in Latin)

All right. That's very good!

I don't understand a word I'm saying.

You're not the only one. Nobody understands.

But I'll explain.

When you know them you'll serve Mass on Sunday. Do you want to?

Yes.

I'm very pleased with you, Jacquou.

You know that Jesus died on the cross to save mankind.

Do you remember that he said:

“If anyone strikes you on the left cheek,

"offer him the other as well."

Yes.

Are you ready to follow this path?

Yes.

So if you meet Count de Nansac, what will you do?

I'll try to forgive.

Good!

But then I'll take revenge!

Lord God...

Oh, it's not easy.

Well, we'll get there.

Go on. Get on your knees.

(The priest reciting in Latin.)

I knew that I was hurting him.

I was happy with him. Too much, perhaps.

But I was always thinking of my parents.

But to forgive... certainly not.

That would have been a betrayal.

I will never forget. Never.

Jacquou!

Before entering, I have to tell you...

You know, the man who's dying there...

is an unhappy man.

It's Jansou.

The man who denounced your father.

You must forgive him.

No.

You must come with me.

I won't go in.

Forgive him, he's a poor man.

Never!

You must. It's me who's asking you.

Jacquou, come back!

Jacquou!

Jacquou!

It's about time! Hurry up!

Yes, Sergeant!

Give it here!

Can't you even hold a bucket without spilling?

You know where I'd rather be?

- On the battlefield. - Most certainly!

Then go!

If it were up to me...

I'm going! And right away!

Jacquou!

- Where is he? - Wasn't he with you?

- You haven't seen him? - No.

My God!

Are you worried?

Where did he go?

- He's run away. - That's not possible?

Yes, he's run away. We must find him. Come!

Jacquou!

Father!

Well?

Nothing.

We have to separate. Fantille, go that way.

You go that way.

Okay.

Jacquou!

Jacquou!

My boy...

Jacquou!

Father!

Jacquou! Where are you?

Jacquou! My boy! My boy!

You scared me!

Why did you do that? Why?

Talk to me.

Tell me.

I can't stay with you. I can't be like you.

Listen to me, my child.

I know how you feel.

And I understand that.

I often say to myself:

"I ask him to forgive."

"But if they had killed my father,

"what would I do?"

So I question, too.

Yes.

I've often doubted..

I haven't seen my mother die from poverty.

I can't. Never!

Look at me.

Look at me.

I'm not asking you to forget,

but to forgive.

To forgive is to remove the hatred from your heart.

From hatred only comes revenge,

not justice.

Justice is love and forgiveness.

But it's also punishment.

So, don't hate.

Hate is a poison that estranges you from life and people.

And you have to live, my child.

As a man...

among men.

That's where salvation is.

There, you'll find justice.

Your justice.

Not mine.

And serenity.

And when you are full of love for your neighbour and yourself,

You won't forget them nor yourself.

You will become a man,

a fair man.

And only then,

you'll know what to do.

So may God help you.

You should stay with me.

You're free.

If you leave, I won't blame you.

But stay with me. I'll help you.

I say, you're almost as strong as me!

I need to be, because I shall be a farmer!

Why is the priest teaching you if you'll become a farmer?

Because he said it's the best job...

and an educated farmer is worth 2.

Ah... Yes...

For example, if you knew how to read...

Well?

Well, you'd never have been Bonapartist!

Hey, your blarney, I've had it up to here!

- Because you can read? - Perfectly.

I was secretary at the Revolution.

At the Revolution! And you can read?

Then why are you cleaning the shit from a noble's horse,

if you're a revolutionary who can read?

- Why? - Yes!

Cassius! When can I leave?

Whenever you wish, miss. We're ready.

I'm coming!

Why?

Because during the Revolution, I saved the life of the chevalier.

During the Revolution, you were saving the lives of the nobles. Great!

Oh, my children, I don't believe my eyes!

You've transformed her!

I've never seen my mare so beautiful.

It's Jacquou's work, chevalier.

I knew it.

Very good! "He who loves Bertrand loves his dog."

Okay!

First we'll go to La Salvetat, to Moreau.

Are you planning to move house?

You worry too much about the poor!

Everyone to his own morality, Cassius.

We're taking you, La Ramée!

No.

You're not cutting wood for the pastor?

- Good Lord! - Oh!

- Sorry. - La Ramée, have you forgotten?

- Get in. Hurry up. - I'm coming, miss.

What a driver!

Come. I'll have some work for you. Okay?

And the chevalier took advantage of Cassius' absence...

by teaching me history.

You see, it's the absolute monarchy of Louis XIV...

that precipitated the decline of royalty...

and prepared the way for the Revolution.

But wasn't Louis XIV a great king?

Yes indeed!

But when he started to rule alone...

not really.

And as the wisdom of history is never of use to anybody, regrettably,

I fear that the current monarchy is forgetting the lessons of the Revolution.

You're already back?

Yes, Mr. Chevalier.

What was I saying?

So in 1710...

the king... What are you waiting for?

Nothing.

The king...

Are you listening?

Yes.

Well then, listen to me somewhere else.

Okay.

What? Are you still here?

Yes...

But you'll kill this child, my brother. It's late.

He's going to go now. Go on, Jacquou.

And the milk for the priest?

Of course you forgot.

Yes.

Run quickly to the farm to get milk for the priest. Fantille is waiting for you.

I'm coming with you.

But...

And Cassius took advantage of the chevalier's absence...

to teach me some history as well,

but as a representative of the Revolution.

You understand Jacquou, the chevalier is a good nobleman,

but still a nobleman.

And when we proclaimed the Republic...

Remind me of the date.

1792.

Good.

The chevalier was against it.

Yet the Republic was beautiful.

The first one! Do you realize?

- All men were equal. - Right.

And we abolished the privileges.

Very good!

The chevalier is always against all this.

He's in favour of a good king.

As if there could be good kings!

And after the Republic?

After?

There was Danton, Saint-Just,

Marat in his bathtub...

And all the people were with them!

In those days,

men were struggling against oppression.

Courageous men... Men...

Men like your father.

But he...

he was alone.

You can't do anything alone.

That's why I, right now... I'm alone.

So...

I'm waiting.

I'm waiting till everyone here thinks like me.

And then!

You're waiting for me?

You think like me.

But when there's enough of us, we'll punish them all.

You bet!

- And Nansac. - He'll be the first!

Hey!

Hey!

Tell me, sir...

Is it you who was at Austerlitz?

What about my milk? It's about time!

Oh, yes...

We were delayed.

Take me to the pastor. Give me your seat, Jacquou.

Come on, hop!

Company, goodbye! Long live the Emperor!

Giddy-up!

And La Ramée taught me geography.

Sit down, my Jacquou.

Today I'll tell you about Austria.

By the way, speaking of Cassius, he didn't speak ill to you about the Emperor?

- No. - Good.

Not yet. We're still in 1792.

Good. In Austria, there are...

There are mountains. And then there are...

There are firs, and...

There are pastures with lots of cows.

And then...

And then... there is Austerlitz!

That's in Austria?

But of course!

So one evening the Emperor gathered us and told us:

"Soldiers, I gathered you..."

- Tell me... - Yes?

Did the Emperor take revenge?

What?

Did he take revenge, when they did him wrong?

- Took revenge? - Yes.

I have to think about it.

But of course he took revenge!

He was a Corsican! The Vendetta!

Count de Nansac.

Will you get of my land, peasant?

I'm on the communal pastures!

There are no more communal pastures! I don't want to tell you again!

He's a bandit! He says the pastures are his?

Thief! Bandit!

And hate flowed through me again. Intact.

But I now knew that I had to wait...

Wait to become a man.

The days passed. Seasons succeeded seasons.

We heard less about Count de Nansac.

His business as landowner often brought him to Pars.

I worked hard every week to educate myself.

To read. To learn the farmer's occupation.

And the years went by.

I grew up with Pastor Bonal,

considering him as a father.

Gradually, with patience and love,

he made of the rebel child that I had been,

flayed by misfortune,

a strong teenager, and soon a man.

I was often happy and I had found serenity.

I didn't forget my family.

Sometimes painful memories returned...

of Count de Nansac and my misfortunes,

it stung like a thorn in the flesh.

But the work alleviated my pain...

and Pastor Bonal was there.

And one day I reached my twentieth year.

Jacquou!

Yes?

Father wants to do his accounts.

I'm coming.

Here, Father.

"On this day, July 5, 1829:

"debt of 20 F to Marsan,

"A wedding at Chateau Bessac: 18 F.

"Credit: none"

Yes, more than nought

Well.

Do you know if the chevalier is coming tomorrow?

I think so but I'm not sure.

Could you go see him tonight?

Of course.

I need to borrow some money from him.

Tomorrow I have to go to the bishop's palace in Perigueux

Perigueux?

Yes

They want to see me.

After all, you're not worried?

No.

Why does the bishop want to see you so soon?

I don't know.

You know all too well, but you don't want to speak ill of anybody.

- You're a saint. - No.

I'm telling you. But you are too kind a saint.

But no.

I'll leave you here or it'll be too far to return.

- Pull over. - Okay, Father.

Safe journey.

I'll be back Sunday.

Safe journey. But hold the mare in check going downhill.

- As the proverb says: "even the best horse..." - "Sometimes stumbles."

My word, he knows all my proverbs.

Let's go!

Yes, Father. Giddy-up!

Our pastor is a righteous among the righteous,

and there are those people whose consciousness conflicts...

All this is too complicated.

Let's not think of it any more.

We'll see.

Look, cranberries

It's the season alright.

Yummy.

They're good, eh? I'll pick some for Miss Hermine.

What a view!

Périgord is definitely a beautiful country..

What do you think?

In spring, of course.

Lina!

Lina!

Jacquou...

How funny...

I wouldn't have recognized you.

You had forgotten me?

No, but you're so tall...

I recognized you.

Yes.

You're so pretty, Lina!

Jacquou!

Jacquou! Stay, I'm leaving.

It's imperative that I go pick cranberries. See you tomorrow!

Till tomorrow!

I've often thought of you.

Liar!

Didn't you?

Yes.

I feel very strange.

Me too.

It feels like everything is near...

and far off at the same time.

I knew, about your parents.

Sorry.

Look, a four-leaf clover.

It brings luck.

I have to go, it's late.

You're coming with me?

Yes.

If I don't bring in the animals early enough, you should see my mother!

She hasn't changed, you know!

On the way, we kept talking and talking...

Old Géral was married to Lina's mother, Mathive.

So she was the daughter of the house.

But stop, idiot!

No!

Get off me!

Stop, you idiot!

It's Bertille!

- The Count's people! - The Nansacs!

Lina!

My Lina!

Finally, idiot!

Are you coming or not?

But... what is it?

Suddenly, the hate for every Nansac...

washed over me again.

How long do I have to wait?

We're served faster at an inn!

I have an idea: make us pancakes.

And you, put the logs on the fire!

This shelter is charming.

Look what I found. It's a 100 years old...

But sir...

Now, what does this mean?

Let's go.

It's been enough.

Let's go.

Thanks, Jacquou.

Bye, Lina.

Goodbye.

You're not staying?

Who are you?

Jacquou. Marie's son.

Marie's son?

Ah, Jacquou...

Yes...

Come in, don't stand there. Sit down.

Excuse me...

Sit down. Bertille, serve us this year's Muscat, the good one.

Sit down, Jacquou, I'm begging you.

Your mother, you know...

- I was thinking... - She's gone.

Don't be angry, but...

Yes...

- We often... - Really?

However, time goes on.

And here you are: a man.

You're now bigger than Guilhem.

How time indeed goes on.

Here.

Thanks.

Goodbye.

Bye.

Will I see you again?

Sunday I'll go to Mass in Bars.

So I'll go to Mass in Bars.

Oh, Lina, I'm so glad!

And you're taking advantage of the fact that I'm glad too.

I always knew we'd meet again.

You know how to talk to girls!

No.

Lina!

Come set the table!

Yes, I'm coming!

Till Sunday.

Till Sunday.

Till Sunday!

All this is the work of the Jacobins, the disbelievers, the godless!

Yes, these books are a product...

of the philosophers and wolves...

of the Revolution!

They are Satan's poison!

So we have to burn them and for ever reduce them to ashes!

For they have seduced...

and corrupted priests!

Lina's mother is there. We couldn't separate from her.

Particularly, don't talk about the rendezvous.

Guess who I met!

Oh, Jacquou?

Hello.

Are you going to Mass in Bars?

Yes.

What a nice surprise!

So we'll meet every Sunday.

They betrayed the Church!

They have betrayed you!

These squalid beings, this scum from hell,

have denied Jesus Christ...

and the Church to become the servants of this assembly...

of heretics and atheists!

These plague-stricken priests, who during these years of revolt...

whose horror will never fade,

took the abhorrent oath in front of Satan's constitution!

Right in the sanctum, did the devil make his convert.

And don't think that I'm speaking of distant countries.

On the outskirts of this city, which after the revolutionary orgy...

has returned to God,

and in the villages of your Périgord, there are these wolves...

Who cover themselves in lamb skin and are made priest...

to better corrupt the souls...

which Our Lord Jesus Christ...

has entrusted in their charge! There are those who, under the cloak...

of a lying charity, hide the renegades' vainness...

and the vices of the hypocritical libertines!

Denounce them, in order to end this dreadful work!

Yes, that's what this is about.

We must denounce and chase them out!

Now go home. Let us part.

And let each act now for the greater glory of God.

Whom does he talk about?

About Father Bonal!

It's wonderful to see such beings as you...

put their eloquence in God's service.

Is it possible that a man so good, so charitable,

can be so ugly libeled by a colleague?

You're wrong. Surely it's not about father Bonal.

But yes!

Why would he do that?

- Didn't you hear? - Bonal is a good man.

It's not true!

But yes! I know what I'm saying, I'm a guard at the château

So what?

Some priests behave like libertines!

What do you mean?

You don't know what they say about Pastor Bonal and Miss Hermine?

Who says?

They are.

- Dom Enjalbert, perhaps? - Perhaps!

And those of the château?

Maybe.

And as you're there...

They are fools.

Just say that again?

Fools!

This is something you will regret.

Jacquou, no!

Stop!

- Who is it? - I don't know.

Let him, father.

He deserves a lesson.

Come on! He's a weakling!

Your guard, Mr. Count.

Coachman, go!

I was so scared!

Not me!

Jacquou, my Jacquou!

- It was like.... - Austerlitz!

Almost!

Come, let's tell the Pastor!

Are you hurt?

No, Lina.

I had one regret:

that the Count didn't know who I was.

Subtitles by Subransu, editing by Oliverio