Mado Page #5

- It looks good.

- The lots are at the freeway.

- About 100 m. from it.

How far to Paris? About 250 km.

A small repair

at the foot. Nothing important.

You have nice furniture, Sir.

- So how do you like it?

- Very good, right?

- A bit of onion soup?

- Goes with it.

- What's the matter, dad?

- It's not the food. I don't know.

Don't worry. Trust Simon.

- Give him a Cognac. - No, thanks.

- You'll be better after it.

Here, that's it.

- I didn't forget anything.

- That's too much. - No.

- Talk it over again with Manecca?

- That won't change anything.

All this, for what? Was it necessary?

There!

OK?

- Hi. Are you ready?

Are you going? - Yes.

- Can you take the pictures here?

I'm not alone. - Yes.

- Yes, can do. - I'll be right back.

I get the passport

from that guy. He takes the pictures.

- Very nice. - OK, you go there.

- When will it be ready?

- Come over tomorrow.

- Here. - Here it is.

- What kind of person?

- No idea. Never saw him.

OK, let's go.

- Come in, sir. - Excuse me.

Take a seat, please.

So you're interested

in lots in Valle de Montr.

- Yes, that's right. - Good.

We have lots in several sizes.

We have some of 600 square m.,

others 1000, also 2000.

Prices are graded

from 20,000 till 80, 000 Francs.

Connections to the street

and utilities are included.

On the river bank the price is higher.

You'll understand

when you see the area.

It depends on what you want to spend.

- You want to buy, right?

- Yes. We want the whole area.

What? All lots together?

The whole Valle de Montr, the 35 ha.

I have to admit

that I didn't expect

a deal of this size.

- Do you recognize these documents,

Mr. Barachet? - Excuse me.

Copies of expired building permits.

I don't understand...

Sure they are expired,

but the signatures are forged.

That still means something.

What are you at? Those are worthless.

Worthless? When the originals

get to the state attorney,

would you still act like

an arrogant corrupt civil servant?

Every graphologist will tell

that the signatures are fake.

And you know it.

You know the law, Mr. Barachet.

Forging of deeds

by an active civil servant.

Do you know the penalty?

- That's blackmail. - Yes.

- How much?

- I already told you: the land!

The whole area

for 1 Franc per square meter.

Totally impossible.

- I'm not the real owner.

- But you're the one in charge.

And authorized to sell the land.

We're not interested in anything else.

That will take time.

- We have to draft an agreement.

- Already prepared.

All you have to do is sign.

Either sign, or go to jail.

- I have a wife and kids.

- We're not here for family matters.

Don't make a drama. You have to sign!

Tell me,

where did you get the documents?

That's not relevant. Sign!

I'll write a check.

Be glad you get it.

Read, agreed, date, signature.

- That went fast.

- Yes, he had no choice.

Please inform my father,

while I'm at Manecca's.

Tell Alex too.

Will we see the land today?

- Good day. - Hi Pierre.

- Everything went OK? - Yes.

- So you're happy?

- Well, you too. - Yes.

- I told you we could help each other.

- Sir? - Coffee?

- Yes. - Two.

And call a taxi please. - Right away.

- Did you mention my name? - No.

Barachet

will suspect who's behind it.

And Lpidon hears it from him.

That's why

I have to disappear as fast as I can.

- When are you off? - Tomorrow.

This evening I get the papers.

I already have the tickets.

Thanks.

- Will you travel alone?

- Yes, alone.

- Does Mado know?

- I didn't tell her.

She...

Careful, steady.

- But you will ask her? - No.

Why not?

It will not do me good

to be rejected by Mado.

I rather not know for sure.

I go and try to start a new life.

I might even marry again.

Preferably a woman with money.

And else I'm better off alone,

without company. Do you understand?

- Are you serious? - No.

But does that matter? She expects

that I'll ask her to come with me.

She expects it, but she won't come.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

- Could you... - I told your father

we'll come and get him.

Alex and the others'll come too.

Everybody, even Lucienne.

Until the freeway.

400 m. to the left, 500 to the right.

Behind the woods

will be the chemical plant.

- We don't have anything

behind the freeway? - We do, 4 ha.

The village is cute. Is that Montr?

- Great piece of land. - I hope

you won't build crappy homes here.

- Could you start already? - No,

access roads will be made in 3 months.

- And Alex's farm?

- Much farther, after the slope.

Look at it.

Smells great!

Makes you crave. Where are the nice

farmers' daughters? Fantastic.

- Really nice, right? - Very nice.

- Humid though.

- Been empty long time.

- Nice building. - Solid and big.

What room is that? - The kitchen.

Big. Is there electricity here?

- To be connected.

- There are 3 more rooms.

I love it. I'll spend my old age here.

- How do you like the farm? - Great.

The greenhouse thing

would be problematic.

Greenhouses come in different widths.

You put them next to each other

and you decide the length.

- Looks like Alex knows the trade.

- Sure.

He finally learned it.

I'm not only sorry because of

the paintings. I'll go further.

- I wonder if I lived my life

the wrong way. - Of course not, dad!

But yes, Lucienne... Look! A hare!

What a life here, outside.

I have to cite old Virgil:

Happy the one,

who knows the God of the meadows.

There's no rest, when the fruits

mature exuberantly to harvest.

The harvest lies heavy

on the field, as if in a granary.

Winter comes. The fruit

harvested, the olive pressed...

What does Virgil say about hail,

foreign competition and the law of markets?

Your pessimism

gets on my nerves. For once be...

- Don't I have reason

for pessimism? - Come on!

Simon, we'll eat

something on the road. I'm starving.

Everybody's hungry.

We'll look for something.

That one looks like it's open.

Antoine, come here.

Look. Isn't that

our friend, the vice mayor?

I'm going crazy. Yes.

Loiselle, hey!

Ah, my friends. Come in.

Come in, come in!

A few less or more doesn't matter.

- Mr Loiselle, it's a pleasure.

- The family of the bridegroom.

- Hi. - Mr Jovall. - Hello Sir.

- And who are you? - Maxim.

You don't get it. I'm not talking

about Alex, neither about Simon.

Alex will be just fine.

Problem is,

there are people with power,

and us. We have to organize ourselves.

You can't compare Lpidon to Simon.

No, but Simon has to use

the same means as Lpidon.

Malicious tricks.

It's the only thing possible.

- He has no choice.

- No, but for you it's perfectly normal.

But we can't stay in this mess!

There's a side road. Let's take it.

- Which way? - To the right.

- There's a sign: Pany.

- Pany? So to the left.

- Where are we now?

- Wait.

There! To the left!

We have to keep going to the left.

Are you sure we're

going right? Nothing to see here.

It's correct. That slurry

comes from the building site.

- Look at that. - Very muddy.

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