All language subtitles for Un.dimanche.a.la.campagne.1984.DVDRip.XviD.AC3

A SUNDAY IN THE COUNTRY

When wiII you stop asking
so much of Iife, Irene?

Mercedes!

I can't find the shoe-kit.

It's in its usuaI pIace.

Here's the white spirits...
shoe poIish...

Found it!

Excuse me, I need the quince jeIIy.

Bonnat used to poIish them

with a cashmere cIoth.

Excuse me.

Rhubarb pie, eh?

You know that Mr. Edouard
arrives at 10:50.

I'II Ieave at 10:40.

Remember

that Mr. Edouard
is reaIIy named Gonzague.

His wife can caII him Edouard.
Here he's Gonzague.

Gonzague or not,

if you Ieave at 10:40
you'II be Iate.

This house is ten minutes
from the station.

It was... 10 years ago.

True, I waIk a bit sIower now.

Don't teII me a road's become
10 minutes Ionger in 10 years.

Monsieur knows he's wrong.

OId foIk just won't admit it.

The Iast times,
the trains were earIy.

Just so Iong as Monsieur doesn't
waIk backwards Iike a crayfish.

Crayfish don't waIk backwards.

Maybe so.

Since his wife's death, Mr. Ladmiral
couId not do without Mercedes...

and felt he mustn't anger her.

He told himself

that she'd leave
at the sIightest incident.

But he knew it wasn't true.

She liked her job
and cared about her master.

Yet he nurtured this false fear
of her Ieaving.

A vestige, perhaps, of former
rapports with women.

Papa, there's grandpa!

Get a move on, there's grandpa.

IncredibIe:

Train was earIy again!

No, on time as usuaI.

But I Ieft on the dot.

Your watch must be sIow.

But...

I've 10:57. And you?

Getting far-sighted?

So, no hugs for grandpa?

Did MireiIIe have a good trip?

Oh, no.

She puked.

Say ''vomited'' or ''threw up''.

Poor Mimi. It happens every time.

She tries to hoId it in but...

Now I bring eau-de-coIogne aIong.

Whom does she get it from?

You're too big to be sick now.

Understand, MireiIIe?

He pushed me!

Look where you waIk.

It's no time to fight.
You're in the country now.

- Look, quaiI!
- No, pheasants!

- FuII of Iife, eh?
- That, yes.

Boys can't stay put.

Those were pheasants, no?

Partridge.

Ah, it's Mr. TourneviIIe.

HeIIo.

- You remember him, don't you?
- Yes, very weII.

Son's a jockey.

Here's the Iumberman's widow...

There's Mr. Dantigny.

He's the cousin of...

Can we heIp, ma'am?

Must be seniIe... my memory's going.

You had such a good one.

No reason to Iose it though.

Poncet!

He's Poncet's cousin.

Not as seniIe as you think.

You'II bury us aII.

Don't be siIIy.

I'm over 70.

You'II see.

It's too hot for a mackintosh.

I'm aIright.

I'II catch another bit of mass.

Pious as ever?

As ever.

You boys coming?

And the office?

The same.

But Dakar is off.

I see...

Marie-Therese didn't want to.

A coupIe's a coupIe.

She aIready changed your name.

''Edouard''!

I'II carry you, MireiIIe.

Let me have her.

HoId my hat.

She'II tire you.

You're Iagging behind.

Okay up there?

You're jeaIous. Take her back.

Watch my hat... not on my face.

I haven't been exercising IateIy.

I'm getting Iazy.

It's been a whiIe since
your Iast visit.

Two weeks.

I know it's hard...

- Last Sunday...
- I know.

No excuses necessary.
It's the same way with me.

That's true.

Since I've no reaI reason to traveI

it's harder to make a decision.

It's easier for you.
You have onIy Sundays.

You're used to coming here

and there are more of you...

doing things is easier in numbers.

Of course.

Like with painting...

- Where are the boys?
- They must've gone the other way.

The Iast time your sister Irene came

it was stiII coId.

We Iit a fire in her room.

She gets chiIIy.

It was coId.

There they are.

Go into the garden.

No, we're tired.

My Ieg hurts.

Don't get smart.

Have any iodine?

Ask Mercedes.

Come on.

Don't read now.

It's nicer to taIk.

PIay in the garden.

- And EmiIe?
- WiII do as toId.

Now do as you're toId.

So, happy with the kids?

Marie-Therese is a good mother.

And schooI?

The eIdest is fine.

The youngest is Iazy

but he's doing weII.

Just Iike yourseIf.

But I worked hard.

Sure you did.

But it didn't heIp.

The youngest is the opposite.

Doesn't work, but succeeds.

I thought you said...

I meant the contrary... wait...

It's aII the same, anyway.

Sit down. You can heIp me.

I'II cut the dough!

Into strips,

Iike that.

I'II get the pie...

and you Iay them out.

You're a big heIp.

Because I'm a bit behind.

When I serve the pie, we'II say...

that MireiIIe made it.

It needs reuphoIstering.

It couId use a new Iook.

Then again this faded tone
is rather nice.

Dogs and chairs have
the same Iife span.

It's because of the sun.

What is?

The coIors. They fade.

We can't Iive with drawn curtains.

CarefuI!

Not on the couch! It's posing!

I'm sorry.

I'm painting a corner
of the ateIier.

You aIways do it so weII.

It'II be stunning.

I Iove your work.

It's just

a sketch.

You shouId paint a cat
on the couch

or on the rug.

Like on your big canvas
from Iast year.

A cat's aIways nice.

Another cat!

Marie-Therese had every quality
aII hidden.

She was happy, surely...

ploddingly, but dedicated
and pIacid.

Since her marriage, she'd relished
the pIeasure of not working.

Her family was far more work
than she'd ever had at the office.

But she didn't know it.

She'd settled into the cozy conjugal
sIoth of a hard-working housewife.

This marriage had been a shock
to Mr. LadmiraI.

He'd never quite recovered.

After much self-searching

he'd concluded that they'd married

because that's what everybody does.

This answer made little sense

but it at least ended speculation.

- You're crazy!
- They didn't mean to.

Who threw that?

And they just Iaugh?

They don't know how
to pIay outside.

They're not used to it.

It's just as weII,
being city chiIdren...

That way they don't miss it.

It's their age.
Anyway nothing's broken.

At Ieast it wasn't a rock.

But my boys aren't wiId.

Who broke the beII jar
with the monkey wrench?

It wasn't Lucien's fauIt.

You see, I had to fire the maid.
She wasn't competent.

And the new one put the beII jar...

If the cIoset door
had been Ieft shut

and he'd kept out of the tooI box.

As for the tooI box, fine!

My point was that he's not wiId.

About that cIod don't be upset.

What cIod?

Oh yes...

You're quite right.

The oIder I get,
the more I'm right to him.

Thereupon a sort of conversation
deveIoped among the three of them.

The old man was preoccupied...

hunting secrets in his canvas
in its coIors and forms,

with an intensity
that made him feeI young

and a bitter certainty
of finding nothing

that made him feel very old.

Lemme puII his Ieg off!

Gimme the piece of gIass.

- It won't work.
- Just wait.

We need a Iens.

The garden's pretty, eh?

I've painted it a hundred times.

That may seem strange to you.

No. You paint what you Iove.

The brats!

Look,

they're trying to set fire
to a maybug!

You Ieave them aIone!

Set fire with what?

- A piece of gIass.
- How crueI!

- Imagine if it were you!
- What'd the bug do to you?

It's not a harmfuI insect.

But they didn't set it afire.

Anyway, they'd need a Iens.

Didn't you even Iearn
that in schooI?

We don't have one.

CouIdn't Grandpa Iend us his?

PIease Iend us your Iens!

AIways begging for things!
It's bad manners.

I was the same at their age.

Go ahead, take it.

But wait... be carefuI.

Burn twigs

but no bugs.

Do as you're toId.

I'm sure they'II break it.

They have to be constantIy chided.

Gonzague makes them out to be

reaI rascaIs.

I said that for you.

I know. You're an ideaI son.

And you're an ideaI dad.

We found it!

But be carefuI.

FeeI aII right, papa?

What's the matter?

Say...

- Did you see those IittIe girIs?
- What girIs?

Just now... 2 IittIe girIs
in the garden.

They'II be back, don't worry.

Why shouId I worry?

Funny, a cock crowing at this hour.

She's got a point.

Be of good chair...

The oIdest jokes are aIways...

- The best!
- The most ancient.

They're buiIding a road over there.

It won't bother you much.

My bas-reIief professor
used to aIways say:

''It's hard, painting, it's hard.''

That's aII he ever said,
and sometimes

he'd add: ''My dear feIIow...

''you're wasting your time.''

''A painter can't make a Iiving.''

Though he painted...

heather... genre painting...

But now when I see photographs

I think maybe he was right.

Do you Iike photographs?

Some of them.

Photography's easier.

I aIways promised myseIf to Iive
with my times and then...

day after day

I come up against IittIe nothings.

When it's new I shiver.

You're too sensitive.

I never was afraid before.

WeII aImost never.

You were Iucky.

Look at your sister, Irene.

She forges ahead.

You don't.

She's not aIways very thoughtfuI.

If being thoughtfuI
means staying put...

You've got pointy moustaches
Iike your dad.

No wonder you're oId-fashioned.

Edouard's your spitting image.

Speaking of images...

about Eugene Carrière...

- Hurry up.
- We're coming.

Wash your hands!

Degas said about Eugene Carrière:

''It's not bad,
but the modeI moved.''

Because Carrière's painting

is a bit bIurred.

Did you wash your hands?

We want them nice and rosy.

Grandpa says no washing hands
in the kitchen.

But we don't care.

Give me your gIass.

I Iove paté.

Can I have more?

When Mercedes brings it.
Finish what you have first.

A wasp!

It won't hurt you.

Take your jacket off
if you Iike.

Paté's from a new butcher...
not bad.

The capon is just deIicious.

Some peopIe are born cooks.

Lots of sauce.

- You'II be sick.
- She'II be sick anyway...

so Iet her eat.

Take your jacket off.

You're perspiring.

That's aII right.

I'm not hot.

Eating makes him perspire.

At the house he's in shirtsIeeves.

Why not in the country?

Have the courage
of your convictions.

Boys, pass your gIasses.

They can't drink aII that!

A IittIe excess never
did anyone harm.

I was drunk once.

Remember, Mama?

Go on, boast!

You were intoxicated?
How interesting! TeII us about it.

Any more potatoes?

CIose your mouth.
Mind your eIbows.

Finish your carrots.

Were you ever drunk, grandpa?

Oh, such a Iong time ago.

I wish I'd seen you.

And papa?

- Ask him.
- He says no.

Your father's very serious.

Another wasp!

A IittIe thing Iike that scaring
a big feIIow Iike you?

Meringue?

Rhubarb pie!

Did you know
that it was Canius Fanius

who forbade the raising
of chickens

in the streets of Rome.

ReaIIy?

Canius Fanius!

Nap time now.

Don't stay on the porch.

We're inside.

SIeep tight.

They had too much to drink.

Mozart!

- She's asIeep?
- Yes.

This tree's aIways first
to turn coIor in the faII.

I'II serve the Iiqueurs.

These fIies!

Not Edouard. Gonzague.

Don't stay in the house.

Take advantage of the garden.

A IittIe brandy?

A Benedictine.

Here you are...

If I did your portrait, Gonzague...

I'd do you in purpIe.

AII purpIe.

How pretty.

Not everybody can have
a purpIe son.

Few peopIe are Iucky

to have a purpIe son.

That's how I shouId have painted.

BeastIy fIies.

- How does papa seem?
- The same.

Hope the kids don't wake him.

They're in the fieId.

We put the trays on the tabIe.

You needn't have bothered.

I shouId've kept painting.

Not enough time.

If I'd faiIed
it'd have upset papa.

I'd just have been in his shadow.

Otherwise I'd have become

his rivaI.

My first paintings weren't bad.

Whose dog is that?

Are you hurt?

Wake up, foIks!

Look what I found.

Is it yours?

Irene...

Are you mad?
It's no time to sIeep!

Shame! RespectabIe working foIks!

And the master?

He's asIeep in the arbor.

You shouIdn't Iet him sIeep!

Caviar!

She shouIdn't wake papa.

MademoiseIIe Irene!
You'II wake Monsieur.

I brought grapefruits.

They're in the car.

Your moustache's aII wet.
It's bad to sIeep in the sun.

How are you?

It depends, yesterday I...

My Iunchdate with a girIfriend
was put off...

I thought: It's been ages
since I've seen papa.

Are you gIad?

I might not stay for dinner.

It's been such a Iong time.

You haven't changed.

You don't Iook weII.

I brought grapefruits.

I toId Mercedes.

She sure Iooks funny.
Not pregnant, is she?

It would be odd.

Have you seen my dog?

Isn't he a beauty?

Guess his name.

I don't know... OtheIIo.

Or CIemenceau whiIe you're at it.

Sarah Bernhardt...
he'd need a wooden Ieg.

His name's Caviar.

Isn't that a find?

I'd have chosen a grey dog.

You've got the whoIe merry
cIan here!

They have a darIing daughter.
Is she reaIIy theirs?

And the boys?

They're out on the grass.

I'II surprise them.

Let's both go.

Come on.

My Iegs are heavy.

You need more exercise.

I'II take my hat.

How about a drive in my car?

Why don't you visit Paris?

It's nicer than here in the summer.

I may not stay for dinner.

You aIready toId me.

Next time.

Mr. Ladmiral suddenly
feIt heartsick.

He thought ''My heart is heavy...
it's giving out.''

Already he could see too clearly

the moment of lrene's departure.

So he stared hard at the landscape

and thought of nothing
but its coIors.

HeIIo, famiIy aIbum!

No kiss for your aunt?

You've grown a foot this year.

- I got Iipstick on you.
- Leave it.

I Iike that.

They're becoming reaI charmers.

Take us for a drive.

Is that how you taIk to a Iady?

There you are.

I toId Irene not to wake you.

I wasn't asIeep.

I know, but you need the rest.

This coIIar!

Let me do it.

How can you wear such a thing?

Even papa wouIdn't.

It's a chastity beIt.

I know it's Sunday but...

Three o'cIock aIready!

May I phone?

You shouIdn't Iet him sIeep
Iike that after Iunch.

They'II kiII you.

Irene, reaIIy!

OPERA 34.16...

You're sure?

No, thank you.

Your house?

lrene saw that
the chiId wouId die young

at fifteen, or perhaps earlier.

So she folded her hands
and heId them inside her own.

lrene believed in palmreading

as much as in mad love, romance,

and the stars' influence
on human fate.

Was this your room?

You're no fun.

But a cabin's boring.

I hate the country.

When wiII you stop asking
so much of Iife, Irene?

Anyway the Iast time
we buiIt a cabin it feII apart.

When are you going to get married?

Your father never mentions it

but I know he's hoping.

He'II have to wait.

Leaving aIready?

I'm just parking the car.

What a beauty. TeII me...

What eIegance.

I hear they're very noisy.

- You Iove them.
- I do, but the noise...

I had kids, not a car.

You'd been mad if l had kids.

It beats 3rd cIass raiI.

Your shop must be a success.

Yes, I'm in business.

Gew-gaws and foIderoIs.

You didn't come to the opening.

Buy a car...
you'II get out more often.

A pretty girI Iike you in
this car... must be quite a sight.

MireiIIe's in a tree!

Don't move!

HeIp me up, boys.

You're cIimbing in those cIothes?

Papa's coming!

He's right. HoId this.

HeIp me.

- That's great.
- I'm scared.

How'd she get up there?

Gonzague never cIimbed a tree
except at schooI.

Don't be afraid.

Here I am.

Papa's here, honey!

I'm scared.

CarefuI!

Of course I'm carefuI.

I'm scared!

I'II see Mercedes about the tea.

It's aII right, honey.

Come to me.

I'II teII Mercedes to serve the tea.

Swing over your other Ieg.

Catch her.

- Come to mother.
- I want Irene.

She's down, so that's that.

Make room.

Take that.

That'II teach you.

That's smart.

What are aII these tears for?

What's wrong with her?

She's never done that before.

CaIm down, it's over.

She's never done that.

Here's some water.

It's over.

She's not reaIIy aIone.

How about a cooky?

What d'you mean?

Nothing. Just that...

my dear sister has Iots of friends.

She's popuIar.

But I'm convinced
she wouIdn't do anything fooIish.

No, I guess not.

FeeIing better noW?.

Yes, Iike aII girIs
who have Iots of friends.

OPERA 34.16, pIease.

No, thank you.

Tea is served on the porch.

Pear jam... from dad's trees?

From the trees in the Iane
green and weII-cooked.

D'you know why one aIways pours
the miIk before the tea?

The perfect hostess.

Because in good homes

the china's so fragiIe
that hot tea...

...wouId crack the cup.
And what about siIver spoons?

ChiIdren, there's pie.

Same reason.

A siIver spoon wouId crack
a china cup.

Your mother was manic about that.

Certain days I'd even avoid

having Iunch with her.

But I reaIIy was wrong.

It's aIways easy
to get aIong over trifIes.

Come pIay, Irene.

Your grapefruit juice.

You drank it.

Coffee's good, too.

lrene wanted to live

not so much free, as alone.

Those two words
define girIs who Ieave home.

Her father accepted her departure

with a courage so strong
it coudn't be hidden.

But only when her visits grew rare

did he ponder
the ingratitude of chiIdren.

Gonzague visited faithfully

and regularly.

When he left, Mr Ladmiral wasn't sad

but he reminded him
that Irene hadn't come.

ln his adieu to his son
was a sense of regret

that it wasn't lrene who had come.

Gonzague understood.

Certain days, overcome,
he stumbIed on the stairs

like a rejected lover.

All sorrows look alike.

Let's go for a drive.

No, I want to show you
my painting first.

I know you won't Iike it...

but you're not aIways right.

I am about painting.

It's easy Iike that.

Let me give it a try.

I used to be good at this.

- Let's stop.
- You won't pIay?

What for?

You can pIay aIone.

- WeII, Iet's pIay.
- Mimi too?

We'II aII pIay.

Now I paint for myseIf.

You used to paint for others?

Maybe.

BertiIIon wants to buy 2 paintings.

He's said that for 3 years.

Is this it?

It's just a sketch.

You won't Iike it Iike the rest.

Maybe you're right.

Another ateIier corner.

Your ateIier's aII corners!

You could Iike one for once.

Not this one either?

I didn't say I don't Iike it.

It's too tame, cIassic...
it Iacks passion.

That's why you onIy have one
in your fIat.

- Your brother...
- I'd rather you seII them.

When I'm dead...

you'II keep a feW?.

Don't mention death
when it suits you!

It's posing.

This shawI is stunning.

Where's it from?

There's a trunkfuI up in the attic.

No kidding! Do I Iike it?

BeIieve me, it'II seII.

Stunning.

May I take a gIass of water?

I'm dying of thirst.
I'II heIp myseIf.

Nothing Iike a drink
when you're thirsty.

The heat doesn't bother your Iegs?

More or Iess.

I'II have another drink.

Let me...

It takes ages, when they're stringy.

When I buy beans,
I aIways Iook twice.

A day onIy has 24 hours.

Anyway your chicken was deIicious.

Do you rub it with Iemon?

Yes, the insides.

WeII...

I'II join my men.

They're stiII upstairs?

It's normaI... she comes so rareIy.

It's cooI in here.

It's been a nice faII day.

The 3 of hearts on the 4
wiII free the ace.

Thanks.

I know.

Did lrene have a lover?

He'd never asked himself openly

and he didn't intend to.

lt seemed apparent.

But against those truths that hurt
men have one sure defence:

denial.

Had he known she had a lover,

he'd have been unhappy.

Like all men,

he put a high price on the virginity
of girIs dear to him.

lrene was as discreet
as her father

when he had insisted
on remaining igorant

of her first affair.

This afternoon, however,

amid the old shawls,

he was sure she had a lover,

but that she'd never tell him

and that he'd never ask and that
they were both right to Iie.

Look!

How pretty. Who did it?

A young painter

some 40 years ago...

Around 1865.

It has a Iot of charm and feeIing.

The Iady tightrope waIker...

the wind, rain, sun...

And the indifference...

of the passersby.

It couId bring a good price.

No.

This one's not for saIe.

Put them here.

Get the boys.

Can you heIp me, pIease?

Are there boxes and string?

What a bustIe!

Where's it from?

Irene wants us?

Don't run in the house.

Boys, be angeIs
and bring the cIothes down.

From the attic.

Sorry, dear, I need the tabIe.

Can you bring the shawIs?

No more boxes?

I gave them aII to the nuns.

This is for you.

What a goId mine. I never imagined.

They'II seII Iike hotcakes.

What handicraft.

Who does such fine work today?

If these rags of Papa's
are aII the rage, fine!

He's free to give them away.

I'm no thief.

I pay for what I take.

You're crazy. Gonzague was kidding.

Don't beIieve it.

He never jokes about Iove or money.

In my job it's naturaI that I pay.

I bought a bridaI crown
from farmers near Dreux.

They soId it?

It was hard.
They said it had no vaIue.

So I had to offer
an absurdIy Iow price.

Norman peasants indeed!

- Dreux in Normandy?
- Of course.

NearIy, but not quite

I'm afraid to say.

How much?

Drop it.

Can you bring me the scissors?

He ran off without asking.

Where are they?

You mentioned money.

What are they worth?

- Me?
- That's too much!

Edouard didn't mention money.

Let's not argue.

Anyway,
I'm the onIy one who knows!

Here's 1,000 francs.

Doing business with
my own chiIdren!

What's it aII about?

Let's not haggIe!
You want more?

This is onIy to make you happy.

You have.

Mr. Ladmiral resolved to buy gifts
for his grandchiIdren

while vaguely suspecting
he wouIdn't.

Dreux isn't in Normandy.

Okay...

Not now, Caviar.

Wait.

And in back?

Oh no!

Bring the rest, it'II fit.

Let's go for a drive.

With pIeasure.

I'II just get my hat.

Be back soon. The train's at 6:50.

- And dinner?
- We can't...

we'd get into Paris Iate
and EmiIe has an exam tomorrow.

No matter. Stay for dinner.

Irene can drive you back.

Oh yes! Take us back.

I'd Iove to,
but I'm dining in Paris.

I toId you, I have to.

You won't Ieave me aII aIone!

We couId stay
and then take the 9:13.

Get your hat... We'II aII stay.

A drink?

Brandied cherries.

A peppermint for me.

With ice.

Your dumb oId husband
catch any this big?

CarefuI!

Don't worry about your dress.

Catch!

Cook it up, we'II share it.

That's what you shouId've painted.

Maybe.

I painted the way I was taught.

I beIieved my teachers:

to respect the traditionaI ruIes.

Maybe a bit too much.

I saw originaIity

in others' work.

Cezanne's major exhibition
in '96 or '97

was interesting, but I thought:

''Where can that Iead me?''

Like Van Gogh's work.

I'd singIed him out.

I spent a summer painting in ArIes

with your mother.

I'm boring you.

Perhaps I Iacked courage.

Some years ago, I considered

changing my styIe.

I gave it a Iot of thought.

But it hurt your mother

to see that at my age

I was stiII groping.

I'd just been decorated.

Our future was assured.

She was hurt.

If I'd imitated what was originaI

in other painters...

Monet, CaiIIebotte, Renoir...

I'd have been even Iess originaI.

I'd have Iost my own speciaI meIody.

Not that I...

at Ieast it was mine.

I painted as I feIt...
with honesty.

If I didn't achieve more

I at Ieast gIimpsed
what I couId have done.

EarIier when you woke me up

I was dreaming...

You'II Iaugh...

about Moses...

just as he was going to die.

He'd just seen the Promised Land...

and I reaIized

that he couId die without regret

because he'd seen...

understood...

Ioved...

what he Ioved.

Do you understand?

One can die for Iess.

We're in a dance haII

and I taIk about prophets!

I'm not very poIite.

TeII me...

do you reaIIy think I aged too fast?

Papa.

Dance with me.

For my pIeasure.

I want to Iive what I dreamed.

We'II be home reaI quick.

The concierge'II be amazed.

How fast does it go?

Won't MireiIIe puke?

There's Irene.

Come say heIIo.

You'II fIy away.

It's not Iove, it's madness.

Had fun?

With Caviar?

Come, Caviar.

So what did you aII do?

- Oh, we...
- Country's not bad, eh?

Who's this IittIe haIfpint...?

Know this shrimp?

Look how jeaIous Caviar is.

It's some man.
I didn't get his name.

No, I never said that!

Listen. I can't just now, because...

What?

You've no right to say that!

But Iisten...

you shouIdn't have promised then.

You drive me mad...

That's not true... not true...

Oh, darIing, I'm coming right now...

Don't move.
I Iove you, Iove you.

I'm reaIIy sorry, I must go...

I can't expIain.

I'II say goodbye to Mercedes.

Where's your wife?

Tired?

No.

These car rides are rough.

She was ready to go... already gone.

Her cool authority

had given way

to anxious flight.

Mr. Ladmiral, who'd almost
have cried to see her stay

would now have nearly
forced her to go...

Her need to leave was that strong.

I need some water.

Can you post this for me?

Here.

Look after papa.

Irene's Ieaving.

- Going?
- I must.

Sit, Caviar.

I forgot that.

It's worth your trip.

You're handsome.

- You'II come back soon?
- What?

You'II come back soon?

As soon as possibIe.

Stay young.

She was in a rush?

She usuaIIy waves at the corner.

Let's see your drawing.

That's good for her age.

We shouId have seen her off.

Don't jump on the couch, boys.

There are strawberries.

Picnic's ready.

Coming.

You'II come for Christmas?

Maybe, if I'm stiII aIive.

We'II have goose
and go to midnight mass.

Goose is fattening.

You're easiIy amused.

If I get a bad grade tomorrow,
it won't be my fauIt.

You said that aIready.

Use Iess saIt.

It is bad for the joints.

It's not poIite to Ieave your soup.

You must eat everything.

I don't have a spoon.

Hurry up.

Not in 3rd - in 2nd.

I said we'd be Iate.
See you next week.

Just made it.

The door. Your bag.

There's room.

Nothing Ieft behind.

Goodbye, Grandpa.

Why do you aIways cIose
the shutters before dark?

I'II have my tea in the ateIier.

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