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Maria...

I was born here.

That old place of yours

is my home.

It's where I feel best.

The plantation is yours.

It's all yours.

See, I didn't need it.

Did Manuel come and help?

Your Manuel? He's a good kid.

A little sluggish.

A lousy picker.

Ripe or unripe, he doesn't care.

Don't badmouth my son,

Lucie, please.

I don't mention yours.

You do the same, okay?

Mine is a different story.

Manuel, get up.

How can you spend all day in bed?

- Get up!

- Lay off!

Watch your mouth!

I don't know what to do.

You disappoint me.

School's closed anyway.

Nothing interests you.

You hang around all day.

We can't even talk.

It's like we don't exist.

No need to talk.

I'm sick of this blah-blah.

I'll send you to France.

You'll see the difference.

Move it, Manuel! Get up!

I don't know what happened.

I can't believe you're my son!

I feel like a total failure.

If I met a woman with a son like you,

I'd think...

"Lousy upbringing. Such a waste."

Okay, I'm coming.

I'll get dressed. Where's the fire?

Losing a crop is worse than a fire.

In the end.

Letting yourself go, Manuel,

is the vilest thing a boy can do.

It's loathsome.

Come on, get up!

Okay, I'm coming.

I'm coming!

Why did you scream?

I thought I saw something.

It'll be fine, my son.

You'll see.

It'll be fine.

Listen up, rascals,

wherever you are.

Listen to my words.

Fearless young rascals...

The Boxer is back.

He's in hiding.

Go find him.

Get out there and find him.

Go on, Manuel. Get dressed.

We need to crack down. He's inert.

School's out of the question now.

They're all closed, and for good.

- You know what I just saw?

- No.

Two kids with a machete

and a spear.

I'll tell Jean-Marie tonight.

Where is Jean-Marie?

Anyway, I'm sure he hasn't left.

Help me down.

Those two kids...

They were strange, threatening.

- I thought they'd...

- What?

I don't know. Attack Manuel.

I'm going.

We won't even be able

to sell the coffee now.

You're becoming defeatist.

If we harvest it,

its value will increase.

What if we all went back to France?

Why did you see the mayor?

I saw your motorbike.

He formed a militia!

I asked him for protection!

Why not tell me?

Tell me these things first!

And you can't take money

without telling me!

Yellow dog.

Manuel? Manuel!

It came from here. Follow me!

Look.

We never check here.

It's been broken for months.

There are footprints, right there.

Left by kids...

It must be young shepherds...

who wanted to...

run off with a sheep.

Armed young shepherds.

It's nothing. I hurt my foot.

Show me.

Ride on the tractor with me.

We'll get the trailer.

We'll manage. It's nothing.

Climb up.

Don't stand there, Jos.

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