Tom à la ferme

Francis:
Next time you run off, try to go for the soy bean field. It's October & the corn cuts like a knife.

Tom:
And why doesn't anybody talk to you?

Francis:
I don't care about people, so people don't care about me, you know.

Agathe:
Why did my son stop visiting? Why didn't he call or write anymore? What kind of accident was it? Who was he with? How did it happen? Where? When? Nobody dies at twenty-five! No one!