Jean De Florette Page #3

Nothing.

Florette won't come back.

As a young woman, she loved money.

She's probably worse now.

So she'll sell,

but no local farmer will buy.

They have too much land already.

A stranger might buy it.

What the hell for?

To grow vegetables or flowers,

like me!

- Without water?

- There's a spring.

- What if there was no spring?

- But there is one!

You poor fool.

Listen to my plan.

It's already half buried.

An accident could block it up.

What accident?

Let's say you pass by

with a load of cement.

You trip, you fall, and bang!

Your cement plugs up the opening!

Here it is!

Good God, it's ice cold!

- It's cold.

- Hurry up, you idiot!

Here's the hole!

Hand me the plug!

No, the little one!

A root is stuck here.

That's enough.

Remember I have to unblock it later!

- I heard a noise.

- Where?

In the house.

It's not Bouffigue's ghost,

just rats!

"Dear Csar,

"Will wonders never cease?

"After some 30 years,

you write to me about Florette

"and the postman delivers your letter

on the very day she died.

"I'd just finished laying her out.

"That's why I didn't answer sooner.

"I don't think she left much money.

Her husband died six years ago,

"and she lived on what he left.

"In any case, her son will inherit.

"His name is Jean Cadoret

and he must be about 35.

"He's a tax collector,

but I don't know where.

"The notary will surely locate him.

"Tax collectors

are never hard to find.

"He's married,

"but unfortunately, by God's will,

"he's a hunchback."

What if a villager

tells him about the spring?

Don't worry.

The villagers here don't meddle

in other people's business.

The way you wrecked that house,

any farmer seeing it

will just sit down and cry.

You're right!

He'll sell it.

A pen causes less blisters

than a pickaxe.

A farmer may grow a hump, but

a hunchback rarely becomes a farmer.

Who'd have thought that Florette

would give birth to a hunchback?

What do you think?

Look at the huge brambles.

The olive trees, the wild rosemary!

My God, it's beautiful!

What did I tell you?

Ancient Provence.

Zola's paradise!

Even lovelier than paradise!

Try sliding it down.

Hello, folks!

- Hello!

- Could you use some help?

Sure! We're trying to get it down

without dismantling it.

- You're very kind.

- Let's see what we can do.

Thank you.

Are you from Aubagne?

From Bastides, but I live nearby.

- You passed my house on the way up.

- So we're neighbours.

- Almost. I'm Ugolin Soubeyran.

- Delighted.

This one needs at least four men!

How'd you lift it?

We loaded the crate,

then put the tools in.

And now we'll do the reverse.

I've got enough tools here

to set up a real workshop.

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