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THE BAKER'S WIFE

Good morning, Mr. Teacher!

Would you do me a favor?

You should tell Casimir, the manager of the Club,

There is a dead dog in the well.

It'll spoil the water for our Sunday drink.

Why didn't Cassotti tell him?

They are on bad terms.

Yet he goes to the Club?

But he never speaks to him.

I don't speak to Casimir either.

-But why? -It's a long story.

Our fathers were on bad terms.

Our grandfathers too. They didn't remember why, it came from so far back.

So it must have been very serious.

A village of idiots!

No, but we have our pride.

Just a handful of people and all angry with each other

Well, I'll tell him. But first I'll see the new baker's bread.

It'll be ready at eleven.

Don't tell Casimir I told you, it would start gossip.

Those 3 elms are no good for you; you could cut them.

You can't force me to cut trees on my land.

Yes, the trees are on your land, but the shadow is in my garden.

They take the sun from my spinach.

No one has the right to take away anybody else's sun.

He's right Barnab�, Your trees are bady placed.

His garden is badly placed...

He takes the shadows which belong to me...

That's why I ask you to remove them.

I cannot change the course of the sun.

He wants you to cut the trees, I think he's right.

I am growing giant spinach, I'll show them to you.

It's not taller than watercress.

I shan't cut the trees.

The judge will decide. But I won't speak to you again.

I don't care.

If you see me talk to him You may spit at me.

The other day you gave a lesson on Joan of Arc

It is not amusing but belongs to the syllabus.

You said: Joan of Arc BELIEVED she heard voices.

Quite so.

You have shouldered heavy responsibility.

On the contrary: it implies: I know nothing about it.

-How is that? -I was not there.

In 1431, I was not born.

You should have said: Joan of Arc HEARD voices.

For that statement a bishop condemned her to be burnt alive.

In spite of her voices she was flammable and died of it;

An answer worthy of a reader of the left press.

I regret to have wasted my time on a mind so crude as yours.

You seem to claim Joan of Arc as your private property.

Yet you trespass on my grounds.

You told the class there were 4 kingdoms in natural history, not 3.

Quite. The mineral, the vegetable, the animal, and the human kingdom.

The human kingdom is a scientific absurdity.

Are you an animal then? Of course I am!

I respect your wisdom, but allow me to withdraw.

Without greeting an animal.

And what d'you think you are you black-frocked sobsister...

Vade retro, Satana!

-Is the bread nice? -The teacher has gone to have a look.

I'm not an expert but he seems to know his job.

-I hope it'll be good. -Why shouldn't it?

You know, there is bread and bread.

The baker who was here before you who hanged himself...

Never mention that to my wife, it would frighten her.

-Silence then... -Right. -Silence...

What did he do, when he wasn't hanging?

He made bread.

Sometimes good, sometimes uneatable.

Especially Sundays, because Saturdays he always got drunk.

Once there was half a cigar in the bread.

Once it tasted of alcohol.

-And you put up with it? -What could we do?

Go somewhere else.

We did - It was very far.

We got it for the whole week.

It was so stale, we broke our teeth on it.

We had to go back to him, at least he made it here.

-Where were you before?

There was a lot of competition.

Is that why you came here?

My wife couldn't stand the climate.

Everybody was sorry when I left.

To be a good baker you needn't be a voracious monster.

-Bravo, baker, bravo! -Is that against me!

I don't speak to you.

-Are they on bad terms?

They are idiots. I speak to neither of them.

What matters is, that your bread should be as nice as your wife.

That will be difficult.

-Isn't my wife beautiful?

What do you think, Mr. Teacher?

I wouldn't protest if she were to kiss me.

The bread will be half as nice as my wife.

Bread should be bread. The beauty of women is fleeting.

Old beetroots never change.

-She really is beautiful

You should see her on Sundays or at night.

The bread is ready!

My wife is so modest.

Just another minute.

Here is the Marquis.

Good day gracious lady,

I am most grateful to you for being so beautiful

This is Dominique, my shepherd who will fetch the bread twice a week.

You'll make me thirty loaves twice a week.

Each Saturday I need a dozen brioches

The brioches are for the young ladies who enjoy my castle's hospitality

Perfect.

The Curate doesn't think it's perfect.

Not to keep others waiting, Dominique will come at noon.

It smells good.

Is that your cat?

That's Pompon. He keeps the rats away from the flour.

Do you have the she-cat, too?

She disappeared three days ago.

They'll make a stew of her.

There are so many rabbits here. No one will eat your cat.

I heard her on the roof last night. She'll come back.

What's your name?

-Aimable Castanier -What a charming name!

Cheerio my good man!

Bread touched by your hands will be treated like a present.

Stand aside please.

Our new baker's name is Aimable

Saint Aimable was of auster's habits

He wouldn't have allowed you to live with several women

-They are my nieces! -You forget I am your confessor.

We cannot talk unless you forget it.

You set a bad example.

Sins requiring a fixed income are not a bad example.

Only cheap sins tempt the multitudes.

Blasphemy!

We must not delay the Curate's cook.

What pleasure to touch this bread.

Come here, shepherd.

Hold it open.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

The Marquis will come to lunch tomorrow.

-Alone? -Celeste!

He might want to bring his nieces.

What will they do, the poor dears without their uncle?

Gossip is sinful.

Prepare a good meal; the Marquis is most helpful.

We do have good bread.

683 francs is not bad for the first day.

But I don't understand. The farmers want a good price for their wheat

And yet they want cheap bread.

You can't make much profit at 1 1/2 franc per kilo of flour.

How can I sell my bread for 2.40?

And then there is rent, taxes, food...

And what if we had children.

Are you asleep?

So tired and so pretty!

A serenade... How nice of them...

They sing full of feeling.

It's a pity. It's in Piemontese or Spanish.

Or Arabic. I can't understand it.

That's the shepherd. Wait...

We'll give him something.

Some wine and pancakes.

-Let me go. -Okay. You served them well.

They want to thank you.

Very kind of you gentlemen.

My wife will give you something, shepherd.

-So, you like my bread? -Make it like that every day.

You'll like.

What my wife is giving the shepherd.

-Will there be enough? -Certainly.

They're taking a long time...

Aurelie, switch the light on, shall I help you?

Go to bed, they don't need you.

I can't sleep long.

Bread is baked at night.

I am Tonin. I am going shooting in the morning.

I've brought anchovies, make me a pancake.

Take them in.

-What time do you want it? -Four o'clock

-There is no light -Aurelie, can't you find the switch?

Well, thank you. You gave me a present.

Nice present. I must leave these here.

I don't like them cooked too long.

You'll catch cold. I'll shut the door.

Your husband is a good man.

Don't mention it.

-Were you cold? -No.

-Were you polite with him? -Yes.

-He must have been pleased? -Yes.

You expected it a little.

I didn't expect that.

As I entered the shop,

She put her arms around me.

-Put your hand on my heart -Like a hammer!

You shouldn't take such a woman seriously.

I haven't met such a woman, even in my dreams.

You should beware of her.

You won't be the first nor the last.

-Stop, - or I'll kill you. -What's the matter with you?

I saw in her face. She loves me.

"Meet me by the church," she said, "Take me away on a horse."

She wants to leave her husband, shop, and everything for me.

-Five o'clock at the church. -Will you go?

I don't know yet.

He's crazy. Give me that pancake.

I finish at four and go to sleep.

At six my wife wakes me up.

Where do you go shooting?

Down by the marshes. There are some rabbits

Is that how you like it?

That'll warm you.

What do I owe you?

Just thank me.

I'll offer you a drink at the Club.

I never touch drink.

In exchange for the pancake, I'll bring you two thrushes

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It's a nice day for hunting.

Wish me luck.

Won't you think it over?

I can't. She put fire in my blood. I've got to go with her.

-Will she come? -She is as crazy as I am.

What time is it?

Twenty to five.

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My God! The oven is on fire!

It's all burnt.

I didn't wake up.

My wife forgot to call me. Poor dear, she was too tired.

I'll break the news to her gently.

I'll wake her with a cup of coffee.

You overslept, I woke up. Next time we'll buy an alarm clock.

What a joke...

Aurelie!

-Will he bake before noon? -I'll help him...

My wife is playing a joke. She is hiding.

She was in her bed at two. Now there is a rolled-up blanket.

What are these keys?

She must be in the garden. She left the keys, in case I needed them.

I'll go to the garden. I'll be back with her soon.

That's if you find her.

With a woman who makes up her face,

you never know. She may have a lover.

My husband went shooting.

Don't worry... He is not her type. I suspect that rascal, the Marquis.

She's probably in the barn with him now.

Her back will be covered with straw...

Have you seen my wife?

Your wife?

I don't know her. Are you married?

Haven't you seen any woman this morning?

An old woman with a bit of a beard.

-Is that your wife? -No, that's not her.

So, you are married and you don't know where your wife is?

She is in church. I just thought she passed here.

What are you doing in church with your bonnet on?

My wife has disappeared, I thought she might be here.

She has never been here yet.

But today, Sunday, she probably will come.

A woman who probably comes to church on Sunday probably doesn't come at seven.

She used to go to church every morning.

she is modest, she doesn't like to be seen.

She used to hide behind a pillar.

Perhaps she is hiding again.

Where should she be?

You don't ask where God is...

No. He's right over there.

He is everywhere. May it please Him to be with your wife now.

I'd wish that too...

If you need solace you know where to find it.

I know, thank you Mr. Curate.

I shall say Mass now. Sit down.

The Curate made me stay for Mass and bid me rely on God's mercy.

It's very good of him, but doesn't help me to find her.

Had you been quarreling?

We never quarrel,

She is always quiet and calm.

But where might she be?

She may have gone to her mother. She misses her a lot.

Why didn't she tell you?

Women are strange, they have sudden moods.

They are as complicated as clockwork.

She was probably depressed, And went to her mother.

-She sees her often? -She does indeed!

-What do you do when she goes? -I bake bread!

What do you think I do?

Why not carry it in your bag?

No one would see it.

I bet it'll be tough.

Not as tough as your dog, when you mistook him for a rabbit.

There are your thrushes, baker.

-He only needs one -His wife disappeared.

She hasn't disappeared, she is visiting her mother.

-Do you know anything? -I don't think so.

-Did you see anybody? -I saw several people:

Postman, laborer, and a horse.

I am asking about my wife, not about a horse!

-The horse was alone? -No, there was someone on it

-A woman? -It seemed a woman.

That can't be her, she cannot ride.

Was this lady alone on the horse?

No... there was a man. She held on to him.

It wasn't my wife. She is not so familiar with men.

But logically, if she went to her mother,

she'd have left you a note.

Of course! It will be in the room. I'll look for it.

Let's go with him.

Women are strange...

Was it her you saw?

I saw a horse, it carried two people.

The man resembled the shepherd, the woman the baker's wife...

So, she went off with him?

All I said was "resembled."

They looked like people in love.

And they resembled people who are not coming back.

It could be expected.

My wife wouldn't run off with a shepherd.

The shepherd wouldn't run off with her!

With her bust she'd need an ox-driver.

There aren't any ox-drivers here.

The note has been blown away. Look over there.

We'll just pretend we are looking.

-Where is the baker? -In his room.

Dominique left with the woman. They stole Scipion, the master's horse.

I told you, "resembled."

-Well, Aimable, have you heard? -Heard what?

-About your wife -You've got news?

Yes I have. She went off with my shepherd.

That's ridiculous. Who told you such nonsense?

They left this morning on my best horse.

What insolence... He put her on a horse.

She could fall off and break her leg.

-What have they gone away for? -To make love...

They've only just met. Aurelie is not like that.

It took three years until she said "yes." And I was proposing to her!

That's perhaps not the same thing.

She's pleasant to look at. She seems made for love.

When I kiss her she does not react.

We have been married five years, I know her well.

Love is not made for her.

She seems a flower without perfume.

Exactly, a flower without perfume.

Perhaps you've a cold in head...

No, I don't believe the story of your shepherd.

Tell him what happened.

-How does he know? -Where is Dominique?

-Gone... -Who with?

-With Scipion -And who else?

-The baker's wife -Who told you?

-They met behind the church -Will he come back?

He took his money.

Tonin also saw them.

That's worse than being killed outright.

I sympathize.

I can't believe it yet!

It's pure coincidence that the shepherd left on the day

that my wife went to her mother.

We mustn't draw hasty conclusions.

Your wife concerns you. I don't care about the shepherd,

But I want my horse back.

He promised to send it back.

He might try to sell it. It is worth 12,000 francs.

A great horse.

I'll lodge a complaint,

-The shepherd will go to prison. -That'll serve him right.

Your wife will also go to prison, they are in it together.

What do you mean? It's not her fault!

-Esprit just told you. -I don't care!

He knows nothing, the fool!

Get out, mischief-maker...

-I'm warning you. I'll go to the police. -Aren't you being too hasty, Marquis?

They've only just left. You should wait a little.

I haven't your patience... It's no joke to lose my horse.

If they don't come back

I'll pay you 12,000 francs. -Have you got so much money?

I've saved money in twenty years' work I shan't need any more.

If you've lost your horse, I'll pay it to you.

Aimable, you are a good man. Let's shake hands.

You are honoring me.

Is the horse back?

Alone?

Alone.

A peasant brought it and left immediately.

Would you recognize him?

It's not my habit to look at men.

They wouldn't look at you.

Is that Scipion? I can't believe it.

-No. -Why not?

It doesn't look capable of such a thing

Leave me alone, don't make me waste my time.

I've got to get my bread ready.

-He is not well. -He looks odd.

-He says it isn't true.

He doesn't want to believe it.

It's all burnt.

What am I doing?

She's bound to be at high-Mass

I bet we'll find horns in the bread.

It is curious, a deceived husband is always a subject of ridicule. Why?

It is funny.

To think that she goes off with a shepherd,

and he can't believe it,

that is funny.

Everybody is talking about it, 'specially the gossips.

Let me talk dear friends of an event

not without importance to the Parish.

I couldn't help hearing of the scandal; it even reaches this church.

I shouldn't occupy our minds too much

ours should be a wholesome lesson.

I've been painfully surprised that Mass is poorly attended on Sundays

The reason is that the women going to church,

are afraid to be seen by their husbands.

Today is a good lesson for you

This woman who left a good husband

has never once been to church.

Let us hope that she will repent

in prayer and confession.

May this tragedy be a lesson

to all blind and tyrannical husbands.

May they realize that their wives need the comfort of the church.

If you stop them going to the Good Shepherd

they'll go to the bad one.

In that hope let us thank God for the wholesome warning.

You asked me this morning if I had seen your wife.

I didn't see your wife. I saw your sister.

The pretty one who sells the bread. I saw her this morning.

Are you related to the shepherd?

Maybe yes, maybe no.

I always talk too much.

-A bottle of Pernod -You mean one Pernod?

-A bottle of Pernod -Half a bottle?

Don't you speak French?

One bottle and a watering can!

The baker wants a bottle of Pernod and a watering can

-A watering can? What for? -For his Pernod

He wants to get drunk.

-He mustn't. -He mustn't kill himself -We'll talk to him.

You seem to be thirsty.

A whole bottle, that's not bad.

Papet also saw my wife.

He is the third.

I am beginning to imagine things. I want to forget.

You're right. That'll help you.

This morning... this morning I went to church twice.

The priest talked about my wife.

He thinks what happened

is a good example.

He says it'll make others think. I am unable to think.

Well Baker, so you are a cuckold?

That's a rich man's word. I am just unhappy.

To your health!

It would be better if she didn't return.

We shall never see them again. It can't end well.

I wish her to repent, but preferably not here.

God wants us to forgive.

In this little village forgiving might bring damage to other marriages.

They might consider it an approval of sin.

Quite so!

Oh, Celeste, where is the bread?

He makes delicious bread, the new baker.

It is a pleasure after the last bread we had.

I eat it with a pleasure which is almost sinful.

In our prayer we ask for bread...

We don't ask for water.

It is perhaps because we never lack water.

-There is no bread. -Didn't you bake again?

Poor dear, he hasn't the strength.

I don't want to bake.

Not even this afternoon?

Not this afternoon, not tomorrow. Never.

I baked for my wife.

I baked for others to make money. I don't need any money.

So - we shall have no bread?

You can't be a baker and a cuckold at the same time.

That's all there is. It's all burnt.

The baker said he would never bake again.

Misfortune always follows in the wake of sin.

He got drunk, he laughs and cries and talks,

That must be a sight.

Talking about his wife, he even mentioned you, Father.

He thinks that you are glad of what she did.

He must have misunderstood your sermon.

He certainly has. We must talk to him.

You might also look for some bread in the bakery.

Sometimes you think people speak to you, yet they don't speak to you

-Understand? -Come with me.

There's always a danger of accidents.

Let that be a warning to you, children.

Come along, baker, Let's have a drink at your house.

There is the Marquis.

with our little preacher.

The curate is not a deceived husband, although, you never know.

-Come with us. -I have to refuse,

But not to annoy you.

I hold you in highest esteem. You are a noble gentleman.

He is a pleasure to behold.

Such Marquesses are unknown in England.

You are very kind.

You should come home now.

He is right.

I disagree.

Do you sing in Italian?

It's important to know Italian.

It sounds like nothing, but it makes women leave on horseback.

To be a deceived husband you must have a beautiful wife.

With your wife, you've nothing to worry about.

Make him shut up! There are children listening. And young girls!

The young girls can leave by themselves.

Remove the children.

Think of the children, baker...

Don't speak of children, if only she'd had a child.

Let's not discuss it in public.

It should be forbidden to sing in Italian.

Men don't understand it, but women do...

It's easy and in the morning your wife has gone.

The Pope doesn't speak Italian.

He speaks latin, that way the women don't follow him.

Who could have guessed she spoke Italian?

We mustn't take things tragically, but I have matrimonial troubles.

This morning you made me hear two Masses and one sermon.

I hope it did you good.

A lot of good, but the sermon?

Did it shock you?

Terribly. You don't understand women and the selfishness of shepherds.

Give them a pancake and they take your wife too.

Why did she leave?

Did she go to her mother?

-Would she go on horseback? -Don't cry... come along...

-Not in my room! -No, here in the trough.

You go to the room, she might be there.

He takes things too tragically. Love shouldn't interfere with work.

How can I ever make bread again?

I understand... Now try to sleep a little.

I can't sleep. I see too many things when I shut my eyes.

Everybody respects you.

-You make delicious bread. -That pleases me.

Your wife left you by a strange error.

Wouldn't meditation and prayer help you?

I pray when I've sinned. But what wrong have I done?

I respect the Lord, but he is the one who did me wrong.

It is she who sinned by leaving him.

Seek refuge with the Lord. He will give you more than you ask for.

It's easy enough for you to talk. You don't risk anything.

Your God won't go away; he's nailed down.

Don't blaspheme, my son.

Don't call me "my son"! I'm old enough to be your father!

What if I said that Saint Cecily, our Patron Saint

had run away with a shepherd?

I would call it absurd and sacrilegious!

And I say, my wife went to her mother.

Have a rest, baker. You'll feel better for it.

I know where you got this pillow.

One night a dream frightened her.

She cried and put her head on my shoulder.

She slept like that...

and now I am alone.

And I am in the trough

-Will she come back? -I am sure she will.

It's for her health, she might have caught cold.

On a stolen horse, at four in the morning

she'll certainly catch cold.

You go and eat, Mr. Curate. I shall stay with him.

It's true, it's getting late.

I will organize a search. You can find me at the Presbitery.

Leave the door open, Tonin.

My father had a pheasant hen,

she was useless, but he liked her.

One evening, she was locked out

A fox killed her.

-So, leave the door open, Tonin. -Don't worry, it's wide open.

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Hear ye, hear ye!

A general meeting will be held this afternoon at the Club

At this meeting the bread problem of the village will be discussed.

The following gentleman will assist: the Curate, the Teacher, the Marquis

There is but one solution: forget all feuds and let us unite.

We must find the baker's wife. She is our daily bread.

They cannot be far, We'll bring them back tonight.

Let us organize search parties.

Now, I'll give the floor to our friend, the baker.

I am not a good speaker.

and I am in a ridiculous situation.

Also, I am afraid to knock the lamp down

with my horns.

I beg your pardon, I've been too upset to make bread.

If you bring back my Aurelie, I shall make you wonderful bread.

It would be such bread that you'll need no other food.

And every day I shall give 5 kilograms to the poor

And with each loaf of bread I'll give my thanks.

Ladies and gentlemen, I wish the expedition greatest success.

I wish to remind you that the afternoon service is beginning.

-Shall we go to vespers? -No, no.

What a to-do over the worthless creature.

They wouldn't make such a fuss if I had gone.

You just have to paint your face

and they'll fuss about you.

That's not what I'm after.

Silence! Report for duty. Line up.

Left face!

Lieutenant, have you the map?

We divide the territory in 12 sections.

One patrol to each sector.

First patrol: one step forward.

Have you got bicycles?

-Do we wear Sunday clothes? -No, working clothes.

May I take my gun?

Don't ask an officer questions... Yes, take your gun.

Do you want to kill someone?

No, he might run into a rabbit...

First patrol, dismissed.

It leads through the woods.

-We cannot go together -Why not?

-We don't speak because of the trees -He asked me to cut my trees

Silence, or I'll lock you up!

They are hiding. We won't find them.

Cheer up. Only 6 have come back so far.

But they didn't find anybody.

We couldn't bring you six wives.

We searched the olive grove. We found nothing.

I was bitten by a dog.

Are they continuing the search?

After the search, some of them needed relaxation.

Barnab�, does this place remind you of something?

Forgive me, Tonin

For what? For wanting to cut his tree.

Those trees killed his giant spinach.

I don't cut my trees, I uproot them!

The spinach wasn't good anyway.

Don't touch those trees.

You're a good guy, Barnab�!

Shoulder... arms!

There are four others coming back. They seem very pleased.

-Have you found her? -No, we've found friendship

We were enemies. But now we are friends.

We met at the castle La Pessardi�re. We told the owner the story.

He laughed like mad.

And gave you drinks...

Your turn to speak Barnab�, I speak too much

The owner wrote a song in your honor.

There is a present for you, From your wife...

From my wife?

-For me? -It's not for the curate!

She thought of me? That's nice of her.

Don't take it to heart, they're drunk.

They don't understand how you suffer.

They do it without malice.

I'll get you a few bottles from the cellar.

Bring some red and some white.

I've got some light rose-wine, too.

-There is no sense of decency in you. -We just had some fun.

His wife isn't his property, he hasn't bought her.

She isn't ill or dead.

On the contrary, she is happy.

He's been gone a long time... Go and see what he's doing.

Stop... The other baker hanged himself here!

Listen to me-- the hanging can wait!

You're taking things all wrong.

Baker, baker, they've found your wife!

Unhang me so I can see her just one more time.

Sit down and listen.

-Where is she? -We know where she is, she is not far.

-Have you seen her?

No... Maillefer saw her.

And he said to me: "I saw the baker's wife."

Where is she? He said he'd tell him himself.

He doesn't answer if you question.

Are you sure he saw her?

He is coming, but let him talk himself.

As for you, ladies, not a peep out of you.

Here he comes.

Is there any news?

Maillefer has seen her.

-Is it your birthday, baker? -That depends on your news.

Did you see my wife?

Listen, but don't interrupt me...

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I hear singing.

Shut up... He's telling us where she is.

We didn't know.

-Where is she? -He's coming to it.

Forgive us, Aimable.

We didn't know Maillefer was about to tell you.

Just brought some bottles to cover up the story.

Shut up, you drunkards!

Well, what did you see?

I saw, well, I saw the fish alive of course, swimming gently.

I cast my line, I catch -- I pull...

The struggle begins. The fish pulls right and left,

It's difficult to catch a carp.

It's all in your wrist... Then at the third tug...

We are getting sick of it.

It's a bit long. Don't keep him waiting.

You've cut me short.

Now listen...

Where is she? Tell me.

I'll count to three...

They're on the island, in the marsh!

-You saw them? -Yes, let me breathe.

Well, where is she? Did you speak to her?

Don't rush me. While I'm fishing I heard a voice.

A voice of a woman singing... So I approached

and looked through the branches.

I saw your wife singing. That shepherd at her side played the guitar.

Your wife sings well!

It means she is happy.

So it seemed. She was running around in the nude...

She would!

In the nude. She is beautiful.

I watched them a little and then stole away.

-Is it far? -Half an hour on foot.

-We'll all go -With the guns

-What for? -In case the shepherd resists.

Be quiet all, don't talk nonsense.

We'll work out our plan alone.

Everybody go out.

Aren't you coming?

I'd rather see her here in the house where I saw her last.

Who will bring her back?

The less people go, the better.

I suggest the Curate.

A priest is used for chasing demons away

Is there a demon in the story?

A demon has a part in every sin.

He alone is responsible.

You go to far. Man has a free will.

There is certainly a demon present. Yet she also has her free will.

Enough. Make her come back! Her free will can guard the sheep!

-You've misunderstood, my friend. -I've understood.

The shepherd is a sorcerer.

He has bewitched my wife.

-That's quite possible. -It's quite certain.

Nude! She is not that kind of woman.

He put the devil in her.

That's it. When the devil sees the priest he must take flight.

My shepherd is pious. He wears blessed medals.

You must have rubber boots to walk through the marshes.

I can lend mine to the Curate.

Maillefer will lead the Curate.

I warn you it's dangerous. You must know the path.

You may slip and drown!

It would be a journey to Paradise

If I was sure, I wouldn't mind.

I know the marshes very well.

There is a simple solution:

The teacher wears the boots and carries the priest.

-That's good -That would be ridiculous.

What does it matter? No one will see you.

You must go on the teacher's back.

-It's all right with me. -Since you consider yourself an animal.

Consider it an homage to your dignity.

It's a tribute to the baker's sorrow.

It'll be both.

I willingly submit without wish for recompense.

-What do you know of it? -I won't go to Paradise.

Your stupidity will not interfere with God's mercy.

Non-believers go to Hell, don't they?

You are in Hell right now, my friend.

This arguing is all very well, but it would be better to go.

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It's there.

I know the place.

Don't grip so hard.

It's most uncomfortable.

Don't complain. You've nothing to carry.

I carry my responsibility. You've got a bone that's hurting me.

I'll have it removed.

I'd be grateful. Let us try something.

A prayer...?

That's done. We'll try shouting.

I am beginning to sink.

It's the end. The priest is here.

-What of it? -God's minister. It's the end.

The priest is here. I am afraid.

We live in sin.

Go, you fool.

Aurelie, come back, lost sheep.

Here's what I came to tell you.

He is a priest, when he talks you listen.

What are you doing?

She's coming. I'm cleaning up.

Drop that broom.

Know what you should do? You should saw off the handle...

and whale the life out of her when she shows up!

No... I just couldn't.

So you didn't grow horns by accident? You were born with them.

Let him who is without sin throw the first stone!

And having bent over again he wrote on the earth,

When they heard these words

One after another they departed

And the Lord remained alone with the woman.

And Jesus, perceiving only the woman, said:

Where are your accusers? Has no one condemned you?

She answered: No one, Lord...

And Jesus said: neither do I condemn you...

Go, and sin no more.

-Are you going to bake? -Not until I have seen her.

The baker's wife has arrived.

Where?

The priest is talking to her At the foot of the hill

Not unpleasantly, I hope.

All lecturing is unpleasant.

Is he making her cry?

He's comforting her.

Doesn't she want to come?

She's waiting till night-fall. She doesn't want to be seen.

She's so modest!

All villagers will be told to keep indoors.

I'll send her a horse.

Poor dear! On horse-back again.

Where is the shepherd?

He was afraid. He escaped.

Will you take the shepherd back?

I'll send him to my house in Camargo.

Yes, it would be better if he didn't come for the bread anymore.

Everything is going well.

Only Mademoiselle Angele refuses to go in.

Where is she?

Right outside the Bakery, under the lamp post.

I'll see to it.

I shall not budge from here.

I shall watch the return of the sinner.

You've wasted forty years. Come, let's make up for it.

Give me your mouth!

If you have a serious proposal to make...

Come in the morning in my mother's presence.

I'm not what you think

-There's the signal. -I shall leave you.

You'll find me at the Club.

You are home, my daughter.

Peace be with you.

Forgive me...

For what?

For what I have done.

I'm not asking you questions.

You know it?

Naturally I do.

I hurt you.

I've been worried.

You wanted to see your mother and were afraid I might stop you.

Were you cold?

Would that matter?

You are back now; I don't want you ill.

You must be hungry.

There's a little meal I had prepared for myself.

Don't forgive me: it hurts me.

Stop talking of forgiving. I'll begin to imagine things.

Are you surprised to see me bake at this hour?

I have behaved badly while you were away.

I got drunk, so drunk that I couldn't bake the bread.

And who made this?

I did.

I threw a bit of dough into the oven and it came out in this funny shape.

I made it for myself but you'd better eat it.

There is Pomponette.

Poor Pompon was worried sick.

He was miserable while she spent three days with a gutter cat.

-What had the vagabond got that he hadn't got? -Nothing.

You are right, but she would say:

"He was more handsome."

What does "more handsome" mean?

All Chinamen and all negroes are alike.

Lions might be stronger than rabbits, but that's no reason to run after 'em.

What of tenderness?

Does that mean anything?

Was he tender to you, that gutter-shepherd?

There! She's spotted his milk... poor Pompon's milk.

Is that why you came back?

Because you were cold and hungry?

Will you leave again?

She will not leave again.

Because if you want to leave, you had better leave right now.

She won't leave, never again.

What is it? What's the matter?

I am not well.

Shouldn't you go to bed?

I want to stay with you.

It is time to light the oven,

It will make both of us warm.

That's right; it went out when you left...

Now you are back and you light it.

Oski-Subs-7-oct-04 eng. transcription by tambora

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