All language subtitles for Le.Boulanger.De.Valorgue.1953.MFP-EN.For.Gaumont.2021.BD

80 km from Marseille, 53 km
from Tarascon, gendarmerie ..

And recipes of 5th class.
Industry, distillery...

This is how..

That the guide of Provence describes
Valorgue. If you were there,

you would see Valorgue otherwise.
I can not explain it. It is..

The world of lavender, the white
of houses, the blue of the sky.

Today we want to walk
in this fortress,

who seems to have locked
up the joy of living.

But the city is deserted.

Because everyone is down
on the road, to attend ..

At the arrival of the 19th regional prize.
The riders will arrive.

Everybody is here.
The municipality is complete.

Mr. Mayor came near our microphone.
We ask him ..

His impressions on this
unforgettable day.

Yes... Me...

It is obvious...
This is the obvious.

And besides, everyone understood
that the organization ..

Is perfect. Everybody is here.
You are moved, no doubt?

I believe that success
without advertising,

we owe it to the director of the
brand who made the fortune ..

From the country. It's M...
Courtecuisse.

- Noel Courtade says Courtecuisse.
- Tell me Mr. Mayor,

the municipality is complete?
Where is Félicien?

- Felicien!
- You have not seen it?

Felicien!

Stop turning like a caged bear.

Let's go see the arrival.
Do not be nervous.

I am not!
Let's see the arrival...

It made me the same for his
certificate of studies.

This is not the
first time he runs?

For me yes. If I see the first
10 and there is no Justin,

what would I look like? They
will tell me: What happened ..

Little one, he was last? Why...

Yes, he should win. He's
young, strong, but still...

It is necessary to count
with the imponderables.

- What are the imponderables?
- It's the punctures.

The errors of course,
the chain that jumps.

- And especially the accidents!
- Accidents?

You fear that you are
told that he has fallen.

You do not think others
can be stronger.

He is not alone.
I know it, otherwise there would be ..

No race. I tell you, I'm scared.

I do not want to show it. A
father who is bad blood,

it will not interest.
Here, do not you worry?

Yes! Much more, but
no one sees me.

I would like to be his mother,
we would not fool myself.

I did not want him to be a runner.
Nobody listens to me.

Provided he does not
catch a sunstroke.

You're crazy! On the
contrary, the sun helps it.

* -Here's the arrival! I recognize Justin
Hébrard. A child of the country ..

Who wins with 6 lengths.

Ovation.

See you tonight.

- Mr. Felicien!
- Oh!

What's the matter? Your son!

- He won?
- Yes. He put them 6 lengths.

I told you, it's the strongest.

Hold on!

Take a croissant and a chocolate cake.
Are you ready?

Applause.

- So Felicien, you missed that.
- I did not arrive in time,

because my wife was not ready.
Oh!

- Bravo.
- You would take him running to the city,

he would become a champion.
I want to make a champion ..

In the bakery. If I send it
to the city, it will be ..

To learn pastry.
My dear friends.

- Take off the hat.
- Ah!

- And your cap?
- Yes.

The cap!

Justin, come here. Let me
tell you how much joy I have,

to give the cup to
a Valorgue child.

Applause.

Mr. The receiver who reads the
newspapers, would have ..

Surely found stronger
words to mark ..

With a white stone, the
memory of this day.

I'm happy to let my
heart talk and I join.

In my congratulations, the
winner of this tough test ..

And his happy father,
my friend Felicien.

Applause.

My dear friends. We have done
our duty in making triumph ..

The colors of Valorgue.
But we will not say ..

Like some "we'll do better next
time." Because there is ..

Will not be next time.
We did our duty,

but a greater duty calls my son.

The service of the fatherland.

Applause.

From the bottom of Africa...
Emile, stop drinking ..

In all glasses.
Évariste, watch your son.

If you do not want anyone
to know who he is holding.

From the depths of Africa, to
the land of deserts and thirst,

he will be the worthy representative
of our little village.

- Where is he going?
- In Algiers.

In front of your marks of sympathy,
I will only say a word to you:

- Only one...
- Atchoum!

Thank you.

Applause.

Now go my son and do not
fall asleep on your laurels.

And take a good shower
in the washing machine.

And now, to yours!

Acclamation.

He whistles.

I waited for you all ..

The evening. I could not go out.

I would like..

- Talk to you.
- What?

- I would like to talk to you.
- That's someone!

He sings.

Francoise!

Open me.

Do not stay here, we'll see you.

That way, we will not
see each other anymore.

You do not want to let me in?
Are not you crazy? If my mother ..

- Hearing you.
- She sleeps.

- It's not good.
- Let me enter. 1 mn.

It's the last night.
I would like so much...

Shut up.

It hits something. Shit!

There's never a lamp in this street
and they're all in the middle.

Is it Justin?

Yeah, it's me.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

You come back late.
I joked with Auguste.

- Ah yes? With Auguste?
- Yeah.

The discussion was to be animated.
You are still red.

- Because I ran.
- Yes, you ran.

Go quickly to bed. Because for
a week, you spend a life...

Fortunately, for 18 months, the
adjutant will sleep at 9 pm.

- Sometimes I'll have permission.
- Yes sometimes. But if..

You go on like that,
you'll sleep in jail.

It's funny. I've known for a
long time that you're leaving.

It seems to me that tonight I just
learned it for the first time.

You see, it's at the moment of
separating that one realizes ..

It's good to be together.
I feel that for 1 1/2 years,

I will miss something.
Your mother and I are going to roam ..

In this house, like
2 souls in pain.

It's stupid.

Come on, good night, little one.

This is the last time
I tell you little.

When you come back, you'll be a man.
In the village,

we will no longer say: Justin,
it's the little baker. We'll say:

The baker is Justin's father.

You see anyway, it
will make me happy.

Go ahead. Go find your mother.
She does not sleep?

No. She is waiting for you.

Good evening.

Monitor yourself. In these
cities, there are bad women.

- I'm not a baby.
- Others were caught.

If you do not eat enough,
go to the canteen.

Here, do not tell your father.
Be quiet.

Clotilde! Go see if the
fougasse is cooked.

- Now?
- Yes. Your son can wait 2 minutes.

La fougasse her,
she does not wait.

- Take this.
- Thank you dad.

- Not a word to your mother.
- That's fine.

If one day you go out with the
general, pay him an aperitif.

- Come on my little one...
- Goodbye.

Goodbye Mom.

- Especially give us news.
- Yes.

Have a nice trip.

- I came to say goodbye.
- It is a pleasure.

- You will not forget me?
- I will write to you often.

- Justin, hurry up.
- Yeah.

- Hello Clotilde!
- Hello Mr. Arnaud.

- And Felicien?
- He is getting dressed.

- We are going to be late.
- It's that button! That's it.

It makes me feel like
he's dead Soulace.

- At 89 years old!
- Yes, it was his.

How much does it make you?
- 70.

70? You still have some...
for a moment.

Ah.

You found the trick not to grow old.
You do not put it ..

Often update your calendar.
It's negligence.

With the work I have...

Clotilde! Where is my umbrella?
In the closet!

He blocked it on the day
of Justin's departure.

For 10 months, we have
no right to touch it.

- Already 10 months?
- Almost 11.

Bad weather.

- I can not believe.
- Ah yes.

- Hello.
- Who would have said that? At the last ..

City Council sitting, he
was sitting with us ..

And now... lying down.
If he had not fallen,

he would still be there.
It comes from the lighting.

No, he was 89 years old.
It's a break from...

- What?
- Finally, he could have fallen ..

Also in full sun.

He fell in the middle of the night.
It would have to end up doing ..

Something.
This lighting is temporary.

- It should not be left.
- I propose the same ..

That last year...

Poor Soulace.

I said that I will propose the
same lighting as last year,

with a lamp in addition to
the bridge of the cannisses.

And another at the Rue
du President Doumergue.

- And one, rue du Calvaire.
- Very important. And another,

cemetery street. It will be more cheerful.
Ah! Ah! Ah!

I will pay it.
You could pay them ..

All. Why not a factory? Huh?

If I understand correctly,
you would like 4 lamps.

We are in deficit of 300000 francs.
I have concern ..

To balance the budget.
So who cares that people ..

Break their mouths? No!

- Yes.
- I did not say that!

- Hush.
- He does not hear.

To make up for your deficit,
increase the scale rate.

Public.
But the regulars will go elsewhere.

There is only the rocker of
the distillery. She's just,

than above 1000 kg.

Last month, Soulace's
horse weighed 704 kg ..

At the public market and
681 at the distillery.

In 450 m, he lost 23 kg.
It's not true?

Ask him. Oh sorry.

- Alphonse!
- Oh Mrs. Zanetti!

- Did not you see Francoise?
- No.

- She had to miss her train.
- Without a doubt.

You are the?

How did you come?

- I leave you.
- Thank you Miss Négret.

Why did not you take the bus?
I took the truck ..

From the distillery.
It surprised me not to see you.

I know you had to arrive today.

What does she mean here?
She speaks Italian.

Why does she ask me not
to be severe with you?

You did not make a mistake?

A baby is crying.

Do not be afraid, I
will not scream.

I am not even angry.

It's a boy?

How much does he have?
2 months since yesterday.

- Is it you who feed him?
- Half.

I made myself so bad
that I almost ..

No more milk. My poor little girl.

Why did not you tell me earlier?

It was not possible.

I can not get
married right away.

Why?

His father left you?
He left, but he did not ..

Iaissée. He will come back.
Do not worry. He will marry me.

- When?
- In some months.

- Who is it? A boy from the country?
- Do not ask me.

I can not say it.

- So, he's married.
- No! He is not.

He is a soldier.

I understand why you
did not eat anymore ..

And that you had drawn features.
To say that I let you go ..

At your aunt's house, because
I thought you were anemic.

You have deceived me.

She speaks Italian.

You deserve to be strangled.
Give me his letters!

- I do not have them anymore.
- You lie.

- I burned them.
- You burned them?

What did you say?
That he was a soldier!

And his father would not
be a baker, by any chance?

Mom!

She grumbles in Italian.

Mrs. Zanetti!

Oh... how beautiful he is.

I weigh it?

You will have all the time!

I leave it to you.
He is your son.

From my son? What does it mean?

He's a debauchee, he
seduced my daughter!

Do not pack. Your daughter
was in Italy, my son ..

In Algiers. How did they do it?

I do not know. That's
what she told me.

You dare to say that... My son is
a good little boy. He is not..

Capable of that!
And my daughter, she lies?

I do not know if your
daughter is lying...

- But...
- But Justin is a soldier since ..

September. And beefy as he is,
he would not have done ..

- A puny child!
- Poor?

- Yes!
- He looks like you.

Since he arrived, he's screaming!
The baby cries.

What? He looks like me? He does not
look like anyone in the family.

Not even to my father!

Look!

He does not look like him, nor to me!
Nor to Justin!

So?

He has red hair. There
are no redheads here.

He is not red-haired,
he is bald.

He is bald? One more reason.

Take back your child.

I do not walk!
Justice will make you run!

Justice! Do you have proof?

- What is that?
- If Francoise was serious,

she would know who he is.

She grumbles in Italian.

- What do you say?
- You enjoy it,

because I am a widow. Fortunately.

- That I'm a widow?
- Yes, it is settled between men that.

She speaks Italian.

Okay.

She speaks Italian.

- If I expected that...
- With this woman, you have to ..

Expect everything.
Felicien, at your age!

You should be ashamed! What?

- In my time...
- You should have made yourself ..

Unclog the ears.
Get the hell out of here!

- I beg you.
- I will not do anything to him.

Come.

There is a way of saying things.

She was panicked. She said
what went through her head.

So Mr. Aussel?
Do we do this part?

If you want.

It's calm tonight.

Sorry.

Oh no!

That's enough! If you have
something to say, say it.

But do not stop me from playing.
If Françoise had a child,

it is sad. But do not put
that on Justin's back.

I estimate Francoise. She is honest.
If she talked about Justin,

it's not to get
you into trouble.

- Have you seen them?
- I do.

- Or?
- Rue du Puits.

Last year, before he went away.

Rue du Puits? It's dark and
you have recognized them.

I saw him born Justin. No
need for sun to know ..

That's him.
You had your liter of rosé ..

There. You had to see
clearly, like last week.

- What last week?
- When you thought you opened the door ..

W.C and you pissed on geraniums.

I thank you for telling my
boss and in front of everyone,

I drink.
I do not need to say it.

He knows it. Your boss.
It proves that he was drunk,

but that does not prove
that Justin is innocent.

It seems that Francoise
has letters from Justin.

They talk about what they did.
This is proof, right?

If she had done it with
another who was not writing?

Françoise is pushed by her mother.
Since you need a manager,

she found one that has a situation.
Or Justin the wife,

or it's justice. It's blackmail!

- Blackmailing?
- Yes!

- Do not be unreasonable.
- What do you think ..

What is Algiers? 400000 inhabitants.
There is at least 50,000 ..

Girls of 20 years, not counting the fatmas.
He did not need ..

To make a child by
correspondence.

The girls of the village,
are well worth the others.

You married a girl ..

Village, you!
I knew where she came from.

- Françoise is well worth your wife.
- A friend of 40, dares to compare ..

Clotilde to this trail?
Old bastard, false witness!

- You lose your head.
- Shut up! All those who..

Will support this
holy-nitouche and her mother,

will not come to
my store anymore.

They will go elsewhere. In Cugnans.
A Cugnans?

There is 9 km.
It will make your feet.

You will not do that?

Yes I will do it.
And not later than tomorrow.

Mrs. Hébrard. Would you
like to sell me this bread?

Leave that!

Tell him I do not
need his money.

Answer that he will not
need either my factor ..

To have his mail, outside
the hours of distribution.

But it is the letters of the little
one that we are waiting for.

Perhaps. But to wear them,
my postman has to eat.

Let him tell his mailman to go and drink.
We will wait.

Perfect.

When he told us to go to
Cugnans, I thought it was ..

A movement of anger. I came to
see if he put his threat ..

At work or if he had thought.
Sleep on it.

30 years ago I work at night
and sleep during the day.

Finally, anyway.

When one has a heartless
husband, he can not ask others.

My heart is huge.
But I also have a foot.

Get out! Otherwise this
foot will flank somewhere.

- I do not answer for anything anymore.
- They will loot the bakery!

Do not be afraid!

I am not like everyone else.
In a family meal, if you ..

I put too much on the plate, it
discourages me and I do not eat anymore.

Instead of coming together, you had
to come alone. You would have ..

Had bread. You preferred to
listen to the ravings ..

From an official, stunned by
30 years of administration,

2 idiots in uniform
and an old owl.

It's your right. But
methods of intimidation,

I do not like them. I know
why you got your head up.

My son is an excuse.
Évariste, you have always regretted ..

Not to be the
husband of my wife.

You, you will always want
to men, to have left you ..

Mold like a dried fig.

As for you, you never
forgave me for asking ..

Your reference to the council. Me?

I do not speak in the
backs of people.

When the Romany girls stole
the hens, you were scared!

The knife stab, is it you
who would have received it?

You would have had
a nice funeral.

His attitude is
unacceptable, we will...

What?

- Calm down.
- You know how he is.

It's not because he is ..

Receiver of posts!

Ms. Zanetti,

war is declared.
What do you say?

Hébrard refused his bread.

I would not have believed that.

Do like him. You are..

In your right. What to do?

No coffee, no sugar, no oil.

They will fend for themselves.

We are wanted enough harm.

We must defend ourselves
with the same weapons.

I did not capitulate in 40.
I will not capitulate now.

Bravo chef.

Felicien refused... Brouhaha.

It's finish!

- He is right!
- Why?

What do you know about that?

Silence MM.!

What does it mean?

Take "The prayer of a virgin".
Be careful, there is written largo.

Let's go together.

3, 4...

That's it, go together?

We refuse to play "The
prayer of a virgin".

- Why?
- Play this when a girl from the country ..

Walk the child we do not
know where he comes from...

- Justin.
- Were you there?

I will not play.

Candy!

Silence! So, take "The
march of the Zouaves".

I do not want to hear you anymore.
Warning.

At my command! 1! 2!

- So what?
- So what?

Since they do not want to play
"Prayer...", we will not play ..

"Walking...".
Justin is not for nothing.

I will not play in honor
of a loafer during ..

May his father take the
bread out of his mouth.

He is right!

Applause.

Great circumstances bring
us together today.

It is appropriate to give this
assembly, the character ..

And the dress that events demand.
My beahaviour..

Provoked the sanitary reaction of the
healthy element of this village.

Bravo!

- This attitude...
- Bravo!

This attitude indicated me
as the main antagonist.

And conferred upon me the dreadful
honor of walking at your head.

Some of our fellow citizens giving
the step to friendship on justice,

have thought it necessary
to join the baker.

We will not let ourselves go!

We have means of action.

He's singing.

Listening.

- Felicien...
- You know how to read?

- No but...
- I'm asking you if you can read?

It's not because of you,
it's for the community.

- The community?
- Yes, we are hungry.

Ah! Here, eat. Next time,
it will be with the glue!

- With the glue?
- Yes, because it's done ..

Also with flour.

- Ah!
- You were there?

Ignorant individual. Are you
hiding to surprise women?

- Who do you take me for?
- For what you are.

You are the father of your son.
Satyr!

Celibacy weighs you down!
Go get treatment!

- I will know how to defend myself!
- Shut up!

Do not touch me!
Satyr! Assassin!

The pork bell!

So what? Are you deaf?

You want me to crush one?
We do not pass.

This is the flour for Félicien.

M. Hébrard refuses us his bread.

We refuse him his flour.
You have good ones, you.

This flour does not
belong to you.

I have to deliver. My boss does
not go into these details.

The best for you
is to turn around.

Or? I will not go
down in reverse.

What's the matter? You are down?

They refuse to let me go.

- What?
- Do not interfere.

When the people are hungry, authority
can not do anything anymore.

The king and the emperors
know something about it.

It's not serious.

Circulate!

It is serious.
We will not discuss.

You will not discuss?

Circulate. Come on, go around.

It's rebellion!
I'm warning you..

One last time.
If you refuse to move,

I draw P.V.

Be careful, I count to 5.

1!

2!

3!

4!

Come on?

Circulate, be reasonable.

Put yourself in my place.

Mr. Felicien! They stopped
your flour truck.

- How did they stop him?
- They block the road.

I'm looking for people. No!

My patience is exhausted.
I will not hesitate to serve me ..

From my weapon. Last summons!

Circulate or I shoot!

Come on, go around.

I ask you nicely.

- Do not touch me!
- Why would I touch you?

- Where is your first?
- To the left!

- Monte!
- Hebrard! Felicien! Come down!

Those who have fragile feet, I
warn them, it weighs 5 tons.

- He is there Mr. Mayor?
- Below!

Mr. Mayor!

Mr. Mayor!

Inaudible words.

- Huh?
- There is...

I do not hear anything. Come here.

What is it? Has
something happened?

There are 2 or 3 crushed.
I could not see that.

I went past to warn you...

Speak slower.
Explain yourself. Crushed by whom?

- Felicien!
- Felicien? Rascal of fate!

Say, do not you think you're
going over the limits?

If they had held 3 more,
you would be pretty.

At the moment, the village
would count deaths.

And an assassin.
If they had held 3 more s,

it was me who was
deflating miserably.

For "starters at the pole",
as they wrote, tell your ..

Receiver make it solid, post.

Because the arms move more
than a recommended package.

In the name of our friendship,
sell your bread to everyone.

The situation is serious. In the next
elections, we run the risk of being ..

Blackballed.
I was waiting for it! There is that ..

Who counts! To win votes, you
would trample the honor ..

From a father.
Do not exaggerate like that!

Hold this one. She says
that I rushed wildly ..

On her. Megalomania.
You know she's jobastre.

No, it's them who push it.
They destroyed the reputation ..

From my son, my wife and mine.
And I would sell them ..

My bread?

- I had bread, mom.
- At the bakery?

No. Mr. Courtecuisse went to Cugnans.
He sells it.

- Or?
- In his shop.

Right away.

Everyone will be served!

Hubbub.

What do you want? Come on, 400 g.

3 loaves?
How much do you sell your eggs?

40 francs.

It is not clear Courtecuisse.
With his neutrality as he says,

he sells to everyone!
And he makes a profit!

It's called the black market.
I am doing you a favor ..

And you are not happy!
You exaggerate!

I exaggerate? Who refunds
me the gas, my tires...

I refuse to pay 20
francs more per kg!

Go to the baker.

If you do not want it at this price,
leave it. You will come back.

It will be more expensive.

- Profiter!
- Robber!

It reminds me of the
worst days of the town.

And those of the enemy occupation.
Thanks to whom?

To Mr. Félicien. And to friends ..

From Mr. Felicien.
Mr. Félicien's friends,

they will em... Laughs.

Mr. Félicien's friends...

Whistle.

It's the sun that
makes you nervous?

- We discussed prices.
- With my merchandise!

I complain! Against who?

- Everybody.
- Against unknown.

Évariste, the mayor asks you.

Well Mr. Deputy Chief of Staff.
Yes, Mr. Deputy Chief of Staff.

Yes certainly, Mr.
Deputy Chief of Staff.

Thank you Mr. Deputy Chief of Cabinet.
It was the souschef of the cabinet?

- Yes, the sous-préfet was busy.
- What is he saying?

If it were necessary to trigger
the administrative apparatus ..

When a boy and a girl do...
we would miss ..

Deputy heads of cabinet.
Someone knocked.

Come in!

- You made me ask?
- Yes, come here.

While waiting to find a
solution, we decided ..

To relight the communal oven.
Give us a favor.

- Me?
- You worked as a mitron ..

With Félicien, in time?
Yes, 30 years ago.

We do not have the choice. If
we do not want the village ..

Either with fire and blood, We must
make bread. And you can do it.

Mr. Mayor!

Mr. Mayor!

- What's the matter?
- There is fire, in the communal oven!

It's not my fault, I'll explain.

It's okay, go crazy!
I'm joining you.

Good.

There is fire!

M. The priest!
I will explain to you.

- The...
- I know.

I will explain to you.
The fireplace...

- There is fire in the oven!
- The fireplace...

It's okay!

- Felicien, come quickly!
- What?

- There is fire in the oven.
- What happened?

Oh dear!

It's terrible!
The chimney is not me...

It's okay! It's okay!

Quick! Hurry!

Do something quickly!

- Are your firefighters coming?
- This is the inauguration of the pump.

To extinguish the fire,
there is no one left.

You can not push behind?

- Take our place!
- Say we have fun.

- I did not say that.
- Yes, you seem to say it.

When you finish talking, I
have the pump on my arm.

- Go faster!
- I only have 2 hands.

Do something!

- You are there?
- I am where duty calls me.

It's not possible!
You hold back!

- But it's hooked!
- Or?

I never saw that!

I wonder how the fire took.

When we take a postman who
made mitron 30 years ago,

that's what happens.
I know a good baker.

But I could not ask him.

Warning!

You put me in a
delicate situation.

It would be more delicate
if you were below.

- I have to say thank you.
- I will not change my mind.

Bucket!

Oh dear!

- Come on, let's go!
- Oh ho!

M. The priest! If we could
put out hell so easily...

I would be unemployed!

- So this is it.
- Eh yes.

- It did not go so bad.
- It even went very well.

Why? Do you want to put that back?
Ah...

Oh...

No, but listen to this... Klaxon.

Here, there they are.
Do not press it!

We have time. And it's in
the fire department, that.

Before you move, you would have
killed a donkey with figs.

- I'll explain.
- So?

When we wanted to take the pump
out, I took the trick, but ..

There was the thing that was...

To the thing. Come on, go away.

- What are you doing here at this hour?
- Nothing M. The priest.

Before, here everyone got along.
Now...

This morning the fight, the gendarmes,
this evening the fire. People will..

To say that it's my fault.
It is not your fault.

The barns burned before you and
they will burn afterwards.

Yes, but everyone is against
me, even my mother.

You make ideas.
Give him time to get used.

Maybe, but I do not
know what to do.

I would like to escape
these insistent glances.

I can not anymore.

Listen, Francoise. If I were one
of those good country priests,

I would tell you to take refuge in prayer.
But I do not say it.

Because we must not mix the
good God with these stories ..

Bell tower. It will get
better with time. Go back.

Good evening M. The priest.

Ms. Zanetti screams.
What is Mrs. Zanetti?

She speaks Italian.
What do you say?

What's the matter?
I'm coming to tell you...

- that my little...
- What?

Wait a second.

What do you want?

It does not concern you!

Notice to the population!

Anyone who has seen Miss
Françoise Zanetti and her son,

whose disappearance
we are told, must ..

To report to the gendarmerie.
Spread the word!

With the little?

You see, a drama. She went
to drown with the child.

Because of this
baker's murderer!

That's what happens
when you're stubborn.

We can not blame you for that.
You have a broad mind.

Because a girl frequents 7 or
8 men, we say right away ..

It's a drag. I did not say that!

It's a cooperative. First of
all, I did not speak to you.

I'm talking to Mrs.

Ms.

- Miss Félicie Blanc.
- White?

White! Do you know
what it means?

- No.
- It was the maiden name ..

From my mother. My father had
forgotten to give him his.

He forgot to come back, knowing
that I was coming. If I am..

Against you, it's because
Françoise's baby will be called ..

Zanetti.

What does he have to see?
And what are you planting ..

Like santons! Start the searches.
I know,

you will say that I take care of
things that do not concern me.

- Exactly.
- I should have left you ..

Under the beam. And this
case does not interest me.

I'm surprised to see you
wait until it's all cooked.

All cooked!

What's taking him?

It's overcooked!

Overcooked!

- Hello Mrs. Hébrard!
- Hello Mr. The priest.

My maid came this morning
to get the bread and...

I would need 6 more flutes.

- Take them.
- Thank you.

Mark it on my account. Heard.

- Goodbye Mrs.
- Goodbye.

Oh naughty spell!
Is it for you alone?

For some time, you
have a funny appetite.

- It's weird.
- Yes.

- It must be the outdoors.
- Yes that's it.

I accompany you a bit of way.

Are you worried? You have
not received bad news?

No, Justin wrote us yesterday.
They finished the big ones ..

Maneuvers and Sunday, with
comrades they ate the sheep.

Mechoui, they call that.
They put mint on it.

Do you think it's good?
That's all he said?

No, after they went...
I can not tell you.

You did not tell him
about the events of...

If you think I'm going
to bother him with that?

Especially with the responsibility he has.
He is pointing.

An error of 2 mm can have
catastrophic consequences.

You did well. Especially
since, honest as I know you,

you had to ask
yourself the question.

Not during an argument when
the spirits are heated,

but in front of yourself.

In your soul and conscience,
you must have asked yourself:

Is not the child Justin's?

If you answered no, after
weighing the pros and cons,

you have become certain that
your son was there for nothing.

You did well to not
bother him with that.

Because you asked
yourself the question?

- I have not been given time.
- This is very serious.

The searches yielded no results.

I know, since I was there.
We do not disappear like that.

In the scrubland we find a woman
more easily than a rabbit.

- But the little one?
- Yes.

Do not you think he's in danger?

The Italians say: "In caso di
pericolo tirare the maniglia."

Ah yes? What does it mean?

In case of danger,
pull the alarm bell.

It's in Italian trains.
Those who go to Bella Vista.

Those who come back too.
What do you want me to do?

"They say: In caso di pericolo...
As you say."

They are not stupid these Italians.
I leave you.

Goodbye M. The priest.

"In caso di pericolo
tirare the maniglia."

"You are very brave, Monsieur le cure.
And thank you again."

Without you...

They speak Italian.

Ah! Ah! Ah!

Mr. Mayor! He left!
He is consumed by remorse.

You do not know what
you are saying.

Where did he go?

Let's not get upset.
I will see what we will do.

In vettura!

Excuse me, could you inform me?

I am looking for a
girl with a baby.

He answers in Italian.

You do not speak French?
I did not think about it.

Scusi.

Scusi.

He tries to speak Italian.

Excuse me, I do not
understand Italian.

And I'm passing. Scusi.

Scusi.

Passage? He could
not say it earlier?

Scusi.

Scusi!

Tavernière!

Buongiorno.

He speaks Italian.

Yes, uh no.

Gracia.

If, yes, if.

In the country, there
is a Zanetti family?

Zanetti, Zanetti, Zanetti...

All Zanetti.

It's all right. You, not
seen young girl with child?

Young lady. Mom
with guili guili...

- Bambino.
- Bambino.

Pietro! Julia! Francesca!

Maria! Pepino!

No it's not that.

You are wise, yes. It's okay.

See you later.

Spaghetti, no... yes, yes.

Françoise, Francesca!

Yes, Francesca.

No capito?

Pepito! Accompany the signore.

Sweets for bambino.

Goodbye!

Basta! Basta!

Scusi. Ms. Zanetti?

Aunt Francesca?

I am not from the police.
I am a baker.

Spoke to Francesca.

- Francesca!
- Francesca!

Francesca!

Guili guili.

- What are you doing?
- What am I doing?

I'll pick you up. By what right?

I am part of your family?
No, then?

If you were part of it,
I would not argue.

I know your methods. You
do not like discussions.

- We will talk about it again.
- No. Not with you.

I was kidnapped in Valorgue
a reputation of honesty ..

That I do not deserve more.
But I still have pride.

I do not have to justify myself.
Especially vis-à-vis you.

I will lift my child alone
so that he does not notice.

Not that his father misses him.
That does not concern you.

That's it, we have
nothing to tell us.

- However you want.
- For once, it will not be ..

As you want.
Farewell Mr. Hébrard.

- You have to listen to me.
- That's a nerve.

My mother, did you listen to it?
Yes, I listened to it.

She did not convince me. It's a
little for her that I'm here.

Why did not you prevent him?

You must know what you feel
when a child disappears.

Put yourself in his place. She
has not lived since you left.

If when you got up, the cradle
was empty, what would you say?

Answer! I would go crazy.

Your mother becomes one.

She was the only one I
could rely on and she ..

Treated like a street girl.
The lyrics is that ..

Lyrics. What matters is the intentions.
At your age,

we wait for the words. Your mother has
principles. When she said to you:

You are a lost girl, you
must hear: Poor little girl,

as I pity you. It is not at 80
that one is deaf, it is at 20.

It was not only the old people, the
young people treated me too ..

Of drag.
The one who was so dexterous,

can not be made a child.
You, you saw that those ..

Who were against you?
We organized a fight ..

To find you Except
Father Auguste, 84,

everyone was there. Auguste wanted to come.
His daughter does not have ..

Wanted, she was afraid that
he would fall into the pond.

- Why tell me all this?
- For you to come back.

Come back to thank them
for looking for you.

- Did you know where I was?
- I have a strong head ..

And feet on the ground.
I thought you were here.

- If I come back, it will start again.
- No. If you think of your mother,

she will not tell you anything.
And since you went to drown,

I am responsible for your death.
Now I am alone.

- That's why you're here.
- A little.

We are the 2 inhabitants of the
village that we most shouted.

You must stick to your
prestige, to find me.

I wanted to find you.
I confess, the priest helped me.

And I can tell you the truth.
If I made this trip,

it is neither for me, nor for you, nor
for your mother, nor for the people.

It's for the little one.

Mr. Hébrard,

you will come to make me
regret to be gone, but ..

I do not know what I'm going to do.

Think. We have all our time.
I inquired,

there is no train before 5 pm.
If you telegraphed to your mother?

That would reassure her.
I send the telegram.

Especially now that I make
myself understood in Italian.

With the hands.

You're welcome. That you're
bored here where it's going ..

Nothing and to create
distractions, you stand up ..

Against each other,
it's your right.

But let the newspapers
seize the case, no.

We are talking about a galéjade and
we are more and more ridiculous.

Read. "The bread of discord."
There, "A village in trouble".

This one,

"Continue and hunger, FAIM".

What are they doing?
Why they put their nose ..

In the family business?
This case has gone beyond the frame ..

Of the family.

I am waiting for your proposals.
All this is because ..

Bad lighting If we... No no no!

I bring you back to the facts.
I'm here for us to look ..

A quick solution in
all objectivity.

Objectivity! If he starts
to confuse us with words ..

Do not understand, I'm crazy.

- What do you want to do?
- Nothing.

You can not force Felicien to
sell his bread to everyone.

- You have the means.
- Which means? You are funny.

Sorry!
I do not know if I'm funny,

but I will start by giving
you a requisition order.

From the bakery.
You do not know him.

Who will make the bread?

My factor.

- Oh dear!
- So let's get out the fire pump.

It will be perfect. We do not
have to involve quarrels ..

Personal in the exercise
of a vital profession.

- Bravo!
- And Zanetti also does not want anything ..

Sell us.
Tell Ms. Zanetti. It does not ..

Would not skin the tongue.
She followed the example of Hébrard.

- Mr. Hébrard.
- If you want.

Put yourself in his place.
This mother was flouted,

his daughter was seduced. There is
a living consequence of the act.

And the author refuses
to take responsibility.

If it's not Justin? It can not be
forced to recognize a child ..

That he did not do.

What does he say to him?
This Justin.

Yes, it's true. I admit that
we did not think about it.

- It was the first to consult.
- If we wrote to his colonel?

Do you think the colonel
will recognize the boy?

Maybe he'll give her permission?

It is very long.
He may not be here.

Or he does not want to come.
No, here he is.

- You are required!
- Required?

- Yes!
- We are no longer free to do ..

What we want. You could have chosen
another one. I do not like it.

It's not difficult
to open a lock?

It's my job, but open the
shop of a friend absent,

it's a breach of trust.
Do you think that makes me happy?

He is my friend like you. But
here it is the mayor who speaks.

The sub-prefect does not enter
into these considerations.

I am a blacksmith,
not a burglar!

There is only one who can speak.
You think it amuses me ..

To make bread after my service?

Especially if you do
it like last time.

You have a real oven, you
can fire the village.

- We'll call you to turn it off.
- Take my place, I'm not ..

Jealous.

Good Évariste, it's open.

Yes, it's open.

What are you waiting for?

We have to go.

So what?

Yes Yes.

Slowly. You should cover
it, there is a little air.

Go, Francoise, and do not start again.
Thank you Mr. Hébrard.

- Felicien!
- Are you already here?

You should have left me here.
If you knew what they did.

- What?
- They requisitioned ..

- The bakery.
- Who have"?

- Authorities.
- Who makes the bread?

I give it to you in a thousand.
The postman.

- Evariste?
- Yeah.

Oh! Oh...

- Felicien! Be calm.
- But I'm calm.

Noise of breakage and dispute.

Leave it!

It's not open completely.

Hurry up. What's the matter?

It's finish.

He sings.

- Felicien!
- Yes.

- The mayor wants to see you.
- I'm busy!

My dear Felicien, knowing your
big heart and your big mouth,

I came to congratulate
you for your gesture.

Let me tell you that I do not
congratulate you for yours, gesture!

Felicien.

How? You dare to come with
smiles of distribution ..

Of price? You came
here, like criminals.

Break! It does not come from us.

It's the sous-préfet.
I do not care about him!

What does he have to see?
The bakery belongs to me!

It's dictatorship!
The sub-prefect... Ah!

The sub-prefect...

We had no bread left.
The people complained.

It's not over. We'll see
who's in charge here.

- Are not you going to start again?
- I continue!

You lack tolerance.

And what if the butcher
said Mass for you?

- I would thank the butcher.
- You are not resentful.

Your role is to forgive.
It's our role at all.

I, too, forgive.
I forgive everything.

But they will go and get
their bread from Cugnans.

Good!

I forgot. We asked
officially for permission.

For the soldier Justin Hébrard.
His colonel telegraphed ..

That he agreed. I tell you that,
in case you're interested.

Personally, that does
not interest me.

But apart from your
nice work as a burglar,

you also know how to
organize ambushes. Here!

Clotilde, come see.

Restrain yourself.

He could not come directly
here, he had to kiss ..

Francoise first. He grew up.

It's the costume that does that.

My little!

How happy I am!
You've grown. You are so handsome.

You did not lose weight. You
think if it makes me happy.

Eat, you must be hungry.

- Are you there, military?
- Yes, I am here.

Hello dad.

You did not receive the
colonel's telegram?

- The mayor received it.
- It's the same.

Your father and the mayor are not the same.
Take a seat.

They have not changed in the army.
Thanks to me, your regiment ..

To one more man. And it is the
mayor who is warned when you come.

Because it was he who
asked for permission.

It's easier to ask permission
than to put yourself ..

In the world, no? You could have written.
You were afraid to say ..

Too much. You are here,
it's the essential.

- Let him come and eat.
- Ah yes.

I do not ask you if
it's okay, I see it.

No, that's fine, thank you.
It is a pleasure.

It's happy.

You know why we made you come?

- Yes.
- Ah...

We will know what Mr.
Justin Hébrard did.

We will know the position
of Justin, the African.

At least, I suppose.
I'm waiting for your explanations.

- You will not let me talk.
- Speak, you're here for that!

I will have just started, that you
will put yourself in anger ..

Bloody.
I will not be able to continue.

Have children.

Justin... you know you've
always been for your mother ..

And me, a good little boy. You
grew up without being noticed.

It seems to me that you
still wear short pants.

But today, I want to
talk to you as a man.

Justin...
I know what you're going to tell me.

If it's to talk to me
about the child...

He is mine.

It is yours?

Are you sure?

It happened the day
before I left.

You did that to me.
Without warning or warning me.

Without wondering what I would think.
Me, who beat me ..

Without wondering what I would think.
Me, who beat me ..

For you. You come to tell
me: This child is mine.

Why not talk about it?

I wanted to explain myself. I
knew you would not be happy.

It is the bouquet.

Would you like me to
congratulate you?

I thought I had a
permission to relax.

Mr. Wanted to relax! While the
village was in revolution ..

And that his mother spent her
nights moaning! And that spit me ..

Above! By your fault, half of the
village no longer eats bread.

It's not me who
refuses to sell them.

- It's because of you!
- If you want.

I should have told you about it.

- But...
- What?

From there to deprive them of bread...
You went there a little hard.

Reproach me for defending you!
First, bread makes you fat.

It's up to him.

Besides, I think you're
deluding yourself.

Stubborn as I know him, he will
not come and he will prevent ..

His son to see you.

Dad.

I know I've caused you enough
trouble, to have the right ..

To ask you something.
But I would like...

You would like me to get
out of wardrobe my suit ..

And that we go together with
your mother to see Mrs. Zanetti.

You would like me to cross
the village, while behind ..

Every window, we would fool
myself with saying, Look at him,

as he deflates. And the factor
with his eye to the butter ..

Black, he would say: It was not
worth it to make so many stories,

for in the end, to agree.

When I pass the post office,
I dare not raise my head,

for fear of meeting
the receiver.

Felicien.

I never raised my voice.
For 20 years, you have shouted ..

The Strongest. I could not
imagine you any other way.

Besides, I have always loved you
as you are. Because behind each ..

Out of anger, there is
the brave boy I chose.

But today, I'm looking
for this brave boy.

I did not say that I will not go.
I will go.

But when it will be dark.

You see, I told you.
They are lying down.

How are we going to do now?
Ask your son, he knows ..

How come back.

He whistles.

Did you see? He whistles too.

Francoise! Open to us.

We are going down! Right now.

Mamma!

- What are you looking at?
- I thought a hook ..

Planted in the wall, it
can make revolutions.

- What hook?
- That one. If he did not exist,

Justin would not have climbed
and as he was leaving...

Do you want the points on the "I"?

What a surprise! Come in.

Sorry.

So what?

Sit.

Give me the hat.
Good evening Mrs. Zanetti.

Good evening. Sit.

Excuse us for coming so late,
but we have so much work ..

In a trade. You know what it is.

My wife never stopped getting
ready and Justin shaved.

10 am arrived, we did not see it.
It's not an hour ..

To come to people's homes
Did you get up?

- No, we go to bed very late.
- Yes.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Françoise, go get the
cherries in the brandy.

Stay here, Justin.

"Wash your clothes with your
family, thanks to allwhite."

You'll put boxes aside,
we'll need them.

Oh! Cherries.

Thank you.

Oh dear!

Excuse me.

Here you will eat those.

Here it is.

Finally, he arrived.

He arrived because...
He could have arrived before.

2 months before, if he had permission.
Only the sea...

The sea... or take the boat.

And boats, there are
not every day, huh?

The base... Algeria...

He speaks half-word.

He could have come with the boat.
But Mr. Has a character...

He shouted at his superiors.
So, he had 15 days.

15 days in prison.

From jail!

From jail, yes.

So... We came to ask you ..

The hand of Francoise. Here.

Someone knocked.

Do not bother, I'll see...
They're good.

Hey, Mr. Aussel! You
want something?

No, I passed. As I saw the
light and that time ..

Is late... As I saw
the light, I said...

It is forbidden to have
light from a certain ..

Hour? I knew you were in the
PTT, but I did not know ..

That you represent the
electricity company.

- I was worried about these ladies.
- Do not worry about them anymore.

See you soon Mr. Aussel.

See you soon.

It was a customer who
thought it was still open.

As my wife said, we ask
you for Françoise's hand.

I know what happened between Justin
and the little one, it did not ..

Not a pleasure. They did not
ask us for our opinion.

It would have been better
to marry them first.

That's how it is done.
I will have..

Wanted to see her come out of the
church in white, with the red carpet.

That can work out.
But for the white dress...

They are good these cherries.
And what is done is done!

Do not shout, you'll wake up ..

My son.

You heard it? "My son!"

You do not even know how to say it.

You think it's enough to do the
acrobat and arrive 10 months ..

After to have the right
to say "my son"?

- How do you want me to call him?
- Call him... We do not call him,

he is sleeping. Do you want to see it?

Yes, I will see it. Your son!

A milk soup. He screams and in
the end he is of the opinion ..

From everyone.
Do not touch his face ..

With your dirty hands!
It starts again.

The baby cries.

It was enough for him to enter
the room, to wake him up.

Still!

Applause.

Before starting this meal, I
will tell you a few words.

The Mayor, The parish priest, MM.
As La Rochefoucauld said,

men are never so
good nor so bad ..

Let them appear. And Monsieur
le cure will not contradict me.

Here we are again together.
I hope Mr. Hébrard ..

Tell us how happy he is
to be a grandfather.

Applause.

My grandfather's place, I would
not give it for all the gold ..

Of the world. In the balance, I saw
the weight he would make speak ..

From him. You have not been mistaken.

It is the living portrait
of his great-grandfather.

Later, if his mother wants him, he
will be a baker like everyone else.

The men of the family. Unless
he prefers to study to be ..

Notary or pharmacist.
It does not matter, provided ..

May he do it well
and with his heart.

Very good! Applause.

You see, it's simple. You are in a
country where you speak loudly ..

And if you warm up your head,
it's because of the sun.

You see this sun, it makes
everything grow. Melons,

children and stories of men.

And now, good appetite.