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Speaking in dialect
Good night, Miss Lazare.
See you tomorrow.
Ouch!
Yoohoo!
Hi, Miss Lazare.
Well then, did the mule driver get lost?
Or he took a detour.
We told you that it was better to send us to fetch the young lady.
You've already studied these things with a priest.
Don't you remember?
Cows, for example. How do they sound?
Moo.
"ooh"
Moo.
No, cows go "broble broble".
What do you mean, broble-broble?
Sir? Do you know how cows sound?
"Buggly".
"broble-broble-broble"
Come back! Stop!
Get up.
Come on, get up.
[ dialect ]
In French.
Stop. Calm down.
When you wash, you get sick less often.
When you're less sick, you live better and longer.
Stop!
No!
In French.
Where's your house?
In a big village.
Like here?
Oh no, much bigger.
A long way from here.
It's so far away, you can't see any mountains.
That stings me.
It stings.
My fingers are all wrinkled.
Hey, do you want to put your hair up in a bun?
Tell me. Where are your mothers?
They spend the winter in the valley.
In the valley?
Yes. They work as maids for the people down there.
As servants!
Stop that right now!
Both of you!
Darling, the revolution won't happen without a little sugar. Your parents
You have to knock before entering, Sir.
What did you say?
There's a get-together at our place.
You're invited to join us.
Here's the young beauty.
The matron will be here. She's coming.
My respects, ladies. Pleased to meet you.
[ dialect ]
I don't understand what you're saying, Madam.
No, no.
You're going to make them all sick.
It's dangerous to wash children, because the crust on their head,
protects their brain.
Oh, no! The crust doesn't protect against anything at all.
It's actually the opposite.
It's dirt.
And dirt means germs.
To avoid illness, we must fight these germs.
And for that, there's a weapon.
It's a bath.
Both young and old must take a bath every month.
It's the guarantee of perfect health.
"Water is the guarantee of perfect health".
"The assurance of perfect health!"
No, it's mine!
Good evening.
Good evening...
Lazare.
Oh, no!
It's as if the planet had been spread out on a large sheet of paper...
to be able to see it all.
The blue is the sea.
And the rest are the countries.
And we, look here,
That's where we live.
But it's so small there.
It's quite small.
Where is Prussia?
Do you know Prussia?
It's here.
California.
Caca-fornia, the land of poop.
Nans!
Beloti, you know a lot!
And Algeria?
Algeria is here.
His mum and dad went to live there
when he was little...
With his whole family.
Yes. And they forgot him here.
Beloti...
Do you know any other countries?
Here.
Do you like it?
What are you doing?
Oh, but...
It's...
It's so you don't slip.
On planet Earth, there's more sea than land.
The sea is blue.
- We can see all the countries. - What a shame!
[ dialect ]
Even California?
- Even further. - That's good.
Algeria.
California... People think it's better over there.
We don't know. No one ever came back.
We haven't seen them again.
The planet...
- What? - Algeria.
California.
She said that on the other side of this mountain...
lived a young shepherd.
Who seemed to have his whole life ahead of him.
One morning...
while leading his flock to the Valfroide market...
He sees a strange shadow.
The shadow of what?
It's not quite his own shadow...
Nor quite another.
And it stares at him.
Our shepherd...
like a wise man, recognises Death.
Terrified...
he jumps onto his mule
and crosses all the valleys to the sea.
There, he manages to board a ship...
that was going to Algeria.
Dozing on the deck of the ship...
our shepherd regains hope.
He gazes at the stars.
But in the middle of the night, a storm strikes.
And the ship capsizes.
Our shepherd then finds himself all alone,
in the water, clinging to a small plank.
Soon, Death catches up with him.
Exhausted...
he asks Death, "Why?"
Why had she stared at him, so intently,
a few days earlier?
"It was only an expression of my surprise," Death replied,
"for I was to take you tonight, at the other end of the realm,
"in the Algerian Sea."
What are you doing here?
Jupiter is dead.
What?
Grandpa Jupiter is dead.
[ dialect ]
Enoch!
It must remain open...
so that the soul of the dead man can escape.
What are you doing?
The ground is frozen.
We can't dig,
so we'll bury the old chap when it's spring.
In the meantime, we'll keep it there.
But why on the roof?
So it doesn't get eaten by animals.
If we leave the box on the ground...
Yes, but why on MY roof?
That's the old woman's wish.
It's the best place.
She says he'll have children's laughter to keep him company.
What are you doing?
I'm writing.
Excuse me.
What is it?
Wait! Nans!
Enoch!
ENOCH!
Yoo-hoo!
Pipa!
Enoch!
Death replies: 'It's because I was surprised.'
And then?
"I saw you." [ dialect ].
Say it in French.
This morning in the mountains.
Nans translates into dialect.
This morning...
This morning, in the mountains.
But I was supposed to meet you tonight at sea.
Now,
I was supposed to
meet you
tonight in the sea.
Look.
The blotter absorbs The ink.
Nans is speaking in dialect. Look.
Now, the story is here. - Mestra?
You'll never forget it.
- Can I have it? - No,
No, it's my notebook.
When you learn to write, you'll keep a story in your notebook.
Do you realise...
that a story is a string of sentences...
and a sentence is a string of words...
and a word is a string of letters.
So, you older girls, you'll take a quill
and you'll write the first letter of the alphabet.
Don't press too hard. The other way around.
Beloti!
But that's impossible!
Stand in the corner!
[ dialect ]
Did you steal my notebook?
Thief! Thief!
Thief!
They say it's you.
What... That it's me?
- The thief. - Pardon?
What do you plan to do with it? This?
It's impossible.
Nothing?
I don't understand!
Don't understand what?
She says if you freeze history, history will die.
Thief!
- Give me back my notebook! - No way!
Here, your notebook.
No!
I'm here for you, not for myself!
What I teach you, I already know!
I didn't come here to steal from you!
I came here to give to you!
Reading and writing help you think for yourself...
and avoid being cheated.
Whether you like it or not, I'm here so that your children
become free citizens!
Free and emancipated!
Me, a thief?
[ dialect ]
She tries to speak in dialect. Nans speaks in dialect.
She repeats.
He repeats it.
She repeats.
- What does that mean? - It means...
"Happy New Year, good health, keep the diarrhoea away all year."
Did you make that up?
And now you say...
Repeat.
No!
Repeat!
Mestra!
Do you know what that means?
Is that an ibex?
What?
Is that an ibex?
No, it's a chamois.
No, it's a fouletou.
Look at that!
Wait, wait.
I'll take it.
I'll help you.
Have you ever seen an avalanche, Mestra?
Not really.
It's a great flow.
That's good, that's good.
Is it still warm?
Touch its horn... it brings good luck.
A beautiful gift.
It's a gift from the mountain.
They say it's a sign for new year's eve.
Even if Grandpa Jupiter isn't here,
the mountain wanted them to be happy anyway.
That's good, my son.
Are you happy?
Drink to Jupiter, then!
A glass to Jupiter.
Jupiter. Yes.
Not too much.
Thank you.
You look well tonight, Miss Lazare.
We're entering a new century, I'm doing it justice.
- And good health. - Good health.
Well, son, tell her she's gorgeous.
You're well-dressed, too.
No, but...
You squeeze it between your legs and there you go.
Morsel.
Morsel?
Morsel.
Morsel, Daniel. Morsel?
Morsel.
Daniel...
Morsel?
Morsel!
It's not very good.
No.
It was never good.
Do you know where we are?
I know a little, Miss.
Where's Algeria?
There.
It's there.
Rivers flow upstream here.
I'll be on my way.
Two.
Three.
What's happening?
Pepin has disappeared.
He wasn't in his bed this morning.
And then the avalanche, there...
Maybe he's out hunting.
Without me?
There are no footprints anywhere.
The snow's covered everything.
We can't tell anything.
What do you mean, we can't tell anything?
Beloti, come sit down.
Do you think he can find Pepin?
Of course. Your brother will be with us this evening. You'll see.
Stop!
Okay. Do you know what day it is?
You take up too much space.
It's 1900.
We've entered a new century.
Can you believe it?
And what if we imagined what it would be like
a hundred years from now?
That is, in 2000!
What do you think it would be like?
Me?
I'd be married in the valley.
With lots of servants.
No.
You'll be married to Daniel, the overcooked potato.
Nonsense! In 100 years, you'll be dead,
Marie.
Time passes differently for everyone.
But Beloti is right.
100 years is a very, very long time from now.
You, Marie, are 10 years old.
So, 100 years...
100 years is 10 years,
plus 10 years, plus 10 years,
plus 10 years...
You'll be dead too, won't you?
Pepin!
Pepin! Pepin!
Pepin!
Are you tired?
There's nothing in there.
Enoch!
Pepin!
Stop, Daniel!
Daniel...
Mestra!
Come on, drink.
Come on, come on, come on.
More, more.
More, more. Drink.
Maybe he's gone.
No, Lazare.
The mountain will give him back to us in the spring.
Come on, calm down.
But I thought you liked me.
Here.
Thank you.
Can you write her a letter?
Who to?
To my mum.
If you like.
I could post it in the spring.
What would you like to tell her?
Should I start with "Dear Mum"?
Dear Mum, time flies...
differently for everyone.
I've had some hunting adventures in the mountains."
Wait...
I killed a chamois
with a good shot to the head.
Really?
What happened next?
After several days of walking...
I fought with my bare hands with a big chamois.
With bare hands?
Then what happened?
Time passes differently for everyone.
I danced with a girl at Soudain's party.
So... well, what's your first name?
Aimee.
And I danced with the beautiful Aimee at Soudain's party.
Is that true?
Pepin has gone to Algeria.
You can welcome him
when the boat arrives,
Mum.
I send you kisses.
I miss you.
Daniel.
Could you read it back to me?
The letter.
Of course.
So...
You're not crazy, are you?
Daniel, we're looking everywhere for you.
It's the milk.
Come on, let's go.
Come on, Daniel, you have to go home.
Come on, go! Go!
What are you doing?
Oh, no.
Drop it!
Go away! Go away!
Go away!
One day, while I was hunting,
I met Boye, a very beautiful woman.
She wanted to talk to me, but at first...
I didn't want to talk to her.
I just didn't want to.
Out of respect for my wife.
Out of respect for the mother of my children.
Good evening, Aimee.
Good evening.
Ah, Boye.
Very beautiful woman.
I didn't want to talk to her.
But since the woman was becoming insistent...
I approached her.
Whereupon... she took my hand.
And then we went for a little walk.
Just a little walk... That's all it was.
And then, suddenly...
Suddenly, she jumped into the ravine.
Oh, dear!
She tried to pull me down with her.
But I resisted, I resisted, I resisted!
So as not to fall with her.
Ah, that Boye...
She wanted all of me.
But she only got my index finger.
Poor man.
Huh?
But she comes back every night...
because Boye's... she's a ghost.
Wait, wait!
What do you want?
Do you know where he is?
Well...
Lazare.
Enoch!
Mestra!
Enoch!
Mestra!
Mestra! Mestra!
Mestra!
Stop! Come back!
Please!
No! Please!
Please!
Stop!
Off you go!
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