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Hello, tickets please.
Perfect.
Thanks, enjoy your trip.
Wow, that's beautiful!
Thanks.
Sorry, I left my ticket at home.
No worries, give me your name and I'll find you.
Tarlidch. T like Theresa,
A, R...
L like Laurence,
I, D like Dennis, C, H.
- Juliette? - Yes.
- Enjoy your trip, Juliette. - Thanks.
Hello.
- Hey, Dad. - Juliette!
I thought you were coming tomorrow.
Someone pick you up?
No, I took the bus.
I don't know why I thought it was tomorrow.
I keep mixing things up lately.
Maybe I wasn't clear on the phone.
So, are you on vacation?
No, I needed some air.
I'm making old man ham sams.
Sound good?
Yeah.
Yes? Yes, it's me.
Ah, thanks for calling me back.
Yeah, the router stopped working.
That's right, Léonard Tarlidch.
T like Theresa,
A like... arsehole,
R like rancid, L like louse, I like ignoramus,
D like dumb,
C like cunt, and H like Hitler.
- Does Mum know you're here? - I haven't called yet.
She'll be glad to see you.
Haven't heard from you much lately.
Been working a lot?
Yeah. It's all I do.
That's good.
Actually, I had...
a kind of depression.
But I'm doing better.
It's true, life isn't easy.
You have a new wrinkle.
Like it?
It's from thinking so much.
- Shit! Did you check under your bed? - Yes.
I've told you 100 times!
I found one!
Of course they're not together. Damn shoes!
Mum, I need that note for school!
Marylou, you guys are gonna be late!
Seriously?
The pink sponge is for dishes, Stéphane!
Yellow for the floor! Why do I bother buying two?
How hard can it be to remember?!
Where the hell is that shoe?
Right. Have a good day, everyone.
Bye, honey.
- Bye, Dad. - See you tonight, my Lulu.
Put your boots on, time's up.
If I'm in trouble, it's your fault.
Stop your nervous tics, you look retarded. We're fine!
No, we're late!
- Mum! - One sec!
Keys, phone, wallet... We're off!
Quick, don't forget anything.
Haircuts at Home
See you tonight. Kisses!
Faster, faster!
Look alive, honey!
- Bye, Mum. - What about my note?
Shit. Tell them I wasn't home.
Hang on.
Can I help?
No, I got it.
I'll put the towel on.
- Sorry, did I hurt you? - No, all good.
Lean back slowly.
That's it, relax.
Oh my god...
I'm in heaven.
Marylou!
There you are.
You came for Mum's exhibition?
No, I needed calm.
It's calm here, alright.
Except for Mum. She's more hyperactive than ever.
Since she met Jean-Pierre, it's nuts.
Seems her style has changed.
We'll see what you think. I'll admit I'm lost.
Hungry?
Stéphane made flan again.
He's always making flan.
Nona's buffet looks nice there.
You think?
Dad and I have made good progress.
You'll help us finish?
How's Nona doing in her rest home?
Very well.
Juju, you weren't here when she went missing.
I know.
It's strange, that's all.
You look tired.
I sleep badly.
I...
I'm trying light therapy. It's not great.
Juliette and her little anxieties.
Marylou, my legs move all night. I can't sleep, it's hellish.
Right, restless legs. I had that when I was pregnant.
Why do you have it?
I don't know.
I haven't had my period in a year.
- Really? - Yeah.
- You've had tests done? - Yeah.
They'll figure it out.
Here they are.
I'm picking the cartoon.
It's my turn.
No, you picked yesterday.
- How was judo? - Good.
Grandpa bought us candy.
Right. Am I your trashcan?
Say hi to Juliette.
Juju, shower time.
I mean Lulu.
Hi, honey.
You've grown!
Can I photograph you for my drawings?
- Need a fatty? - What's that?
- The cat. - That cat's more like a cow.
Grandpa, one more candy, please!
Ok. Say "Loudspeaker."
Loudspeaker...
Speaker!
Good. One more for the candy.
- Say "T-bone." - Bone!
Hey, Juliette!
How are you?
Nice flan.
Thanks so much! My first chocolate one.
See?
- Coming to Gaby's birthday? - Yes.
Gaby honey, homework.
Lulu, shower time now.
Stop acting like a dead child!
- Staying for dinner? - No.
Kids, fries or noodles?
- Fries! - Noodles!
Homework time.
Aren't you showering?
Can we quickly do those pose photos you promised?
Tell me what to do.
Open your arms...
like you're giving a hug.
Looks like you're holding a barrel.
Imagine you're hugging children.
How many children?
Three.
You're illustrating a story about what?
Happiness, apparently.
I'll manage with this.
Now dance. Dance.
Dance? It's not easy without music.
- Like this? - Yeah.
That's it.
- Keep going. Watch it! - I nearly fell down!
You do that so well.
You have a golden touch.
Do you like it here?
Yes.
I love it.
It's what I wanted.
I don't want to burden anyone, especially your dad.
Can you tell Marylou
to come do my hair?
If she has time,
what with her... her...
Stéphane's not dead, I hope?
No, Stéphane's not dead. Not yet.
Of course he's not dead! Silly me.
I'm such a loon!
You're pretty, you know.
You're pretty.
Do you know that?
- Got a boyfriend right now? - No.
I remember your old flame Olivier very well.
- You remember Olivier? - So gorgeous!
Remember the others?
Yes.
There's been a bunch.
I'll try to list them, in order.
Mathieu,
Elliott...
I couldn't stand him.
Yohen,
and the tall one...
Don't tell me!
Quentin!
- Impressive. - I'm not wrecked yet!
Far from it.
My alarm.
For what?
We'll see, I can't remember.
Fuck, my bridge game! It starts now.
Dad, can you take out the paintings?
Sure, sure.
Juju, at that pace we'll never finish.
We don't have to toss everything.
Take whatever, if your place is big enough.
Donating all the records?
Yeah, they're mouldy oldies.
I'm keeping this one.
I loved it. We played it all the time.
Remember?
Hey Juju, here's your box!
You don't have one?
No, I don't.
And this piece of junk?
Donate or toss?
That's no piece of junk.
I'm keeping him.
Unless you want him?
I have enough shit at home.
I'd like to see upstairs one last time.
The house isn't sold yet.
Ask the renter, he's home.
So...
Dad...
Can you take the rugs out?
Sure, when I finish the records.
Excuse me...
Yes?
Hello.
I'm Simone's granddaughter.
Just wondering
if I could see upstairs one last time. Sorry...
Of course.
How's Simone doing?
Good.
Don't laugh, it's for my work.
I'm a translator.
Salvation Army Free Pick-Up
There.
The efficiency on display is formidable.
Grab that, Dad.
Hello.
Hi again.
Need help?
That's sweet, but we're good.
You'll be able to stretch out now.
We're leaving furniture the charity won't take.
See you soon.
Bye.
Does Nona realise we're selling her house?
We have no choice, Juju. The retirement home is expensive.
Even though it's awful.
Dammit! That place is not awful!
I did all the groundwork!
I filled out the papers, found the place.
Feel free to find a better one!
Don't be upset.
Your retirement home is fantastic!
Old age is what sucks.
Or life.
Coming with us, Dad?
No, drop me off here.
I'll walk to my workout session.
What if she gives you one?
I like the titles best!
Hi, Mimi!
You good, honey?
Ah, Juliette.
So nice to see you.
What do you think?
There she is.
Honey!
Hi, honey!
I got your message only yesterday. I'm so glad to see you!
You... you look good, but...
you've lost weight.
You're pale.
- On vacation? - No, just a quick visit.
Bravo!
Never say bravo!
Doing it is what counts.
Giving ourselves permission.
How are you? Love life?
No, none.
How do you do it? I have my Jean-Pierre.
Jean-Pierre!
He's great, you'll see!
And from what I hear...
your father's looking for love!
- Do tell! - Mum, stop giggling.
I'm not!
- What? - You don't know?
Gaby tells me he joined a dating website.
- He didn't tell me. - You're his daughter.
So what am I?
You're strong, it's different.
Hello.
Nice to meet you.
An artist too, right?
You are.
I illustrate children's books.
Great!
No, not great. Not great at all.
Following your bliss would be great.
You should...
do your own art,
your own thing!
Mum, it's not everyone's thing to paint tits and arse.
You wouldn't know.
Right, I'm brainless. I do manual labour.
And very well.
Hi.
You ok?
I will be, it'll pass.
You can't stay out here.
Feeling better?
Yeah, it's no big deal.
What can I get you, miss?
I don't know.
Fruit juice, something fizzy?
Dunno.
Hot, cold?
Nothing, then.
I feel dumb.
- I'm sorry. - Don't be, it's fine.
Sorry...
I better go home. Thank you.
Bye.
What the fuck, she took my umbrella!
I'm off!
Hi. Looking for Pollux? He's walking Jean-Claude.
Ok. And...
He's happy to see you.
Wait, I'll take him back to his mum.
Mind if I take his picture first,
for my drawings?
No.
I'll hold him up.
What's his name?
Jean-Claude.
Right.
Sorry about last time. I'm not usually like that.
Don't worry.
Lately nothing seems...
I feel like I'm...
In another dimension?
Yeah.
I call it the tragic dimension.
Yeah, that's it.
I feel I can't tell people. They always say,
"Get some rest, it'll pass." But it doesn't.
My sister calls it "my little anxieties".
Some folks can't handle others' depression.
I prefer "tragic dimension".
Sounds better, right?
A duckling!
What's he doing here?
He's so beautiful!
Why is he all alone?
Pretty chill.
He's got a mohawk.
I love your breasts.
Breasts? Sacks of potatoes at this point.
Your arse drives me wild.
Cool, you're easy to please!
If I were you, I'd be fondling myself all day.
- Looks good on you. - Yeah?
- Stop! - So soft and tender...
Stop, stop!
Sorry.
Sorry, I just hate tickles. They really bug me.
I can't stand it. Sorry.
Forgive me. Did I hurt you?
Sorry.
I want you again.
But we're out of time.
Can I come tomorrow?
You know you can't.
Here, for you.
We said no gifts.
We never said that.
Listen, you should find someone who's available.
I wanted to make you happy.
It doesn't make me happy.
You have to go.
They'll be home.
You can't ask me to love you
only on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
- I'm not asking you to love me. - Great.
Well, it's not up to you.
You can't control everything.
Enough.
Enough, yes, enough.
Enough.
Norbert?
Never do that to me again.
If Juliette comes back
and finds a maimed duck, she'll run away.
We don't want that.
Got it?
Drink your water, do safe things.
Be a good duck.
I burnt the sausages.
Ravioli sound good?
Sure, if you like.
I don't see myself that old.
You're not old.
The ravioli had expired.
Frozen pizza sound good?
Yeah.
- The usual 10 centimetres? - Yep.
Gotta make a call.
I want a bob, but Mum won't let me.
Don't worry, sometimes I cut a bit too short.
Oh, so beautiful...
6 x 400.
- 6 x 4... - 6 x 400 = 1,000.
No. What's 6 x 4?
6 x 4 is 24.
- See? - 2,400.
- No, 400...
Times 400?
We're so lame!
2,400.
Times 6. That's 24,000. You owe 24,000.
- 24,000? - No, 2,400.
2,400.
- Whose turn is it? - Mine.
- Shall we go to the ice rink? - No.
Just you and me, Stéphane?
We'll look stupid.
Can't sleep?
Sorry.
I scared you.
What are you doing in the dark?
Listening to the silence.
The sounds of the night. It's nice.
Your mother was so noisy.
She left a void when she moved out.
She's been gone a long time.
True.
She's better off where she is.
Goodnight.
Come here!
He missed you.
He kept pestering me. "When will she be back?"
- So annoying. - Really?
No, I'm not annoyed.
I named him Nobert à l'Orange. You like it?
We can change it.
He's growing.
He should be, with all he eats.
He wants his daddy.
Here.
He's staying!
Can't make up his mind. I'll take him.
He doesn't want to!
See? I wasn't lying.
Look.
He loves me.
He missed me.
Here. I've got plenty.
Your grandma gave them to me.
So...
to Nobert.
And Simone.
Ok.
Let's get to work.
Nono, you'd better cooperate. Please.
This is high stakes.
Was Simone a good roommate?
Very calm.
I didn't see her much.
Just enough to stave off my depression after being dumped.
You gonna draw too?
Stop wiggling, Nono.
I'm struggling with the beak.
He's your first duck, you'll get there.
You've drawn ducks, show me yours.
- No looking. - Yeah?
No copying!
Hear that?
Unbelievable.
This is a contest, Norbert.
I'll get by on my own.
I'm not doing so badly after all.
I'm done.
Already? Hang on.
Almost there.
Spot, beak...
Done.
And the background, incredible!
Wait, wait.
- What? - Wait.
Yes, this is it.
This girl I know from school lives here.
Such a pain in the neck!
She and her friends would get in a circle
and spin around me like this, shouting.
It was awful...
Let's say hi.
No!
Back when I was just a little boy
My grandfather would often say
As he sat on his shady porch
Watching the wind blow away
Kid, see this big wooden stake
We're all shackled to on our knees?
As long as it's deep in the earth
Not a one of us will be free
But if we
all pull together, it'll fall
This cannot go on this way
It must fall, fall, fall!
Look how it's already leaning
If I pull hard it'll have to slide
And if you pull it by my side
It's sure to fall, fall, fall!
And we will all be free
Kid, for so many years now
I've been digging and digging in pain
And sometimes I say to myself
My struggle has all been in vain...
Like this?
Hands a little higher.
Great, thanks.
Now squat like you dropped something.
Juju, cut this for me. Gaby, go get dressed.
Why are you in flip-flops?
To make summer noises.
Is the salad made?
Grandpa wants chips.
Cut the cucumber smaller.
You outed me!
What's taking Stéphane so long?
Did you set the table?
Are tomatoes a fruit?
I don't know or care.
Chill out, Marylou.
Good, your blue shirt.
I'll check the table.
Not that small, Juliette.
Stéphane, can you go get Nona?
I'll cut it into lace for her!
- Marylou's very stressed. - As always.
No, not always.
Say "tenfold".
I say ten...
and I fold?
Should I fold?
Almost, try again.
I know!
I say "fold" ten times.
Fold, fold, fold...
You got it!
Your drawing's ruined!
The spill works. Looks like one of Nathalie's paintings.
I knew you'd go.
I happened to pass by.
Sure, right.
By the way, don't forget to hang her painting.
Oh yeah, shit!
She gave you one?
Unlucky you!
Why do you hate Natou?
- She hates me. - Not at all.
Well, she loves another!
Who loves another?
And another and another...
and yet another!
Stop it, Gaby!
I hope you don't do that in class.
What will they say?
Gaby!
Should she see a shrink?
Leave her be, she'll get over her tics.
How do you know?
Juliette had nervous tics too!
She's normal.
I don't feel very normal.
Shit, Stéphane's parents.
Nothing's ready.
Juju, turn on the oven. I'll get dressed.
Why are they always early?
Gaby, come see your grandparents!
Marylou, do I bake the canapes?
Yes! Be right there!
Hello!
- How are you? - Great.
Ah, my big boy!
Have a seat.
Hi Dad.
Close the door, Dad.
No need. Your wild mother just arrived with her beau.
Don't be mean.
If I wanted to be mean, I'd have closed the door.
- Juju, are the canapes done? - Almost.
Keep an eye on them.
Sit down, Stéphane!
C'mon, Dad and Mum, sit down, get comfortable!
Sit here, Dad.
Well hello, Léonard.
How are you?
- Hello. - Delighted, sir.
Not shaking his hand?
I didn't know this was a costume party.
You look good as a 1980s paedophile.
Gonna keep that one long?
Marylou gave me a box with my childhood stuff in it.
Why'd you keep all that?
Oh, you know...
we keep stuff.
Pile it all up.
How are you?
- Not bad. - I made cookies.
Gluten-free, butter-free, sugar-free.
Nothing cookies! Sounds delicious.
What was that?
- What happened? - Are you ok?
- What happened? - Did you slip?
I'm ok.
- Are you? - Yeah.
- Your legs gave out? - Are you hurt?
No, I'm fine.
- We'll get the canapes. - Sorry.
- Don't step on them. - Who fell?
Nothing's broken, at least.
No meat?
Gaby wanted a vegetarian meal. But there's duck à l'orange.
No thanks.
Earlier you told me...
you were in contact with spirits...
No, it's not a sect or anything.
Just a simple, magical way to relate to the universe.
- I see. - There she goes.
Nona turned off her ears.
We're starving to death.
We went to laughing yoga this morning.
Such a joy. I'm having seconds.
Juliette, you should come next time.
Why me?
I don't know. It's for artists, sensitive people.
Nice for the rest of us.
Too salty?
Who died?
No one.
Still making music?
Shit, it's too salty.
A little.
It's beneficial for insomniacs like you.
It'll help you relax,
and sleep better.
When I'm anxious, I eat bananas.
Helps eliminate tension. Or so they say.
When I'm hyped up, I run.
Juliette's hardly hyped up.
No, I'm a sensitive slug.
Mum, you're snoring.
Leave her be.
I don't see why you have trouble sleeping.
Is your life stressful? I mean, you have no kids,
no house to keep, no mortgage,
no boss... Sounds pretty cool to me.
Sure, it's cool, true.
I have none of that. I have nothing, in fact.
I think the bechamel's very good.
But I don't envy your life either.
There's no need to be nasty.
I'm the one being nasty?
You ask for help but reject it.
In any case,
the gratin is delicious.
Very good. Delicious.
Frankly, it's a bit salty.
I ask for nothing, and I get yoga, bananas and running.
Fine, we'll stop, no problem.
No problem.
Hard to get salt right in a gratin.
Sure is.
Salt in general is tricky.
I can never get my gratins right either.
Your gratin is gross.
Gaby!
I'll get the cake.
Still, it's very salty.
The gratin is disgusting.
Wonderful! I feared it was too big.
- Why'd you give her that? - She likes it!
She asked me for it.
I found it at the costume store.
She's too old to play dress-up, Mum!
C'mon!
You dressed up as a nurse for ages.
You did?
Can I see the mask?
Is my painting in the frame?
Yes, I see it very well.
Grandpa Roger, don't nap now.
Put me on a couch after a meal and I'm out.
We're ready.
Stéphane,
relax your smile.
Try without your glasses.
No, put them back on.
Take the picture!
Gaby?
- Smile, honey. - Take it!
- Done? - Done.
Great.
So?
No good, you all look like idiots. Go back.
No, too bad.
- Why are you so upset? - I can't see.
- Because... - I need my glasses.
The cousins will think Dad's senile
and our daughter's handicapped.
- Not to mention your parents. - Right, don't.
What's wrong? Let me see.
Nona's not in it. Where is she?
Dad, where's Nona?
- I'll check upstairs. - Kids, look outside.
She can't climb the stairs.
Nona, where are you?
Check the road.
- Mum! - Did you find her?
- Guess what we saw! - What?
A huge white rabbit!
A real one?
Yeah, all white.
- Little or big? - Big.
Big how? Show me.
This big.
Ah, a real rabbit?
You're overtired.
She's not inside.
Coat and purse are gone, scarf is here.
Shit!
Mum and Dad, stay here in case she comes back.
Go on ahead, I'll wait here.
Let's check the school!
- You ok? - I'm fine.
To the roundabout!
Nona!
Nona, where are you going?
Back! I need to be on time.
We'll take you.
We're on the road, near the chapel.
You scared us.
They put us to bed early there.
And I have my René.
If I want to kiss him...
You're in love.
No!
Yes.
Now I understand
why you left your house.
Aside from my year there with you, I didn't love it.
Your grandpa died so long ago.
What year with me?
My little angel.
Your dad was my only baby.
Suddenly I had a little girl.
All to myself.
What are you talking about?
Don't tell your dad.
- About what? - My boyfriend.
No, but...
Why was I...
Why was I living with you?
Until your mum came back.
Poor things.
We had a big party when you turned four, remember?
I do.
Where was Mum?
Juliette!
- There he is. - Over here, Dad!
He'll scold me.
Look at that rascal.
What's wrong with you?
I was so scared!
Don't move.
Not in the box!
And I can't escape, because of my legs!
Your legs?
I have restless legs. They move all by themselves.
Can't sleep.
Restless legs?
Never heard of that.
You need to talk to your dad.
He'll tell you why you were at Simone's.
It's complicated.
We struggle to communicate.
Even when I lived alone with him, after the divorce.
When I was little I told him
there was a monster at my school,
just so he'd pick me up once in a while.
Why didn't you just ask him?
I wanted him to figure it out on his own, you know?
- I'll get more beer. - No, my round.
Excuse me, I feel dumb.
We came because Daddy's on stage.
Ah, right.
Can you take over while I pee?
Sure, sure.
What a relief!
Your little boy is adorable.
She's a girl.
How's my baby?
Bye-bye.
Hi, Monsieur.
You're right, time to get up.
Do you think I can invite Juliette out to dinner
or is it too soon?
Yeah.
I agree.
I'm glad you're here.
Not mad anymore?
What are you up to?
I put a little seed in you.
What seed?
A forget-me-not seed from over there.
You put a seed in my pussy?
If we have a daughter, we'll call her Flower.
You're a lunatic!
I'm gonna kill you!
Are you ok?
Get up.
Hang on. Easy.
Wait. Are you ok?
You're bleeding.
I'll put a band-aid on it.
Your kids?
Yes. Stay still.
Gotta be quick.
Are they nice?
Here. Unfortunately I only have farm animal ones.
I'll take what I can get.
My sister!
Keep quiet!
Make your getaway. Chop, chop!
Wait! Go around!
Go upstairs!
Here I am!
I thought you were in the greenhouse.
No, I was about to go shopping.
I won't keep you for long.
Are you ok? You seem upset.
I'm not great.
What's this about me and Nona
living together when I was little?
She says to me,
"I'll come late afternoon, after seeing my sister."
A bit cold, but never mind.
We mustn't worry.
For lots of folks, 7:30 is late afternoon.
What do you think?
You really forgot everything?
Crazy.
You don't remember Nicolas?
Who's Nicolas?
Our little brother.
What?
We had a little brother.
He died.
At the age of five months.
In his sleep.
When was that?
You were very little.
Three, three and a half.
That's impossible.
It's true.
Mum collapsed, literally.
She lived in a care facility for several months, then...
didn't come home. She went to live with her mum.
So I lived with Nona?
Yes. To help Dad out a little.
At first you came home on weekends, then...
I was with my girlfriends a lot, so you stayed with Nona.
And time passed.
This is crazy.
Then Mum came back.
I was starting middle school, I remember it well.
They picked up their lives from there.
Why don't I know all this?
We never kept it from you.
But we did stop talking about it.
Why don't we talk about it?
It's not easy.
I discussed it with Mum once, when I was pregnant with Gaby.
Do your kids know?
No.
True, they don't know.
When our uncle got sick, remember?
They told us he went on a trip.
I sensed it wasn't true.
I imagined horrible things, it was terrifying!
I always felt a bad thing was being kept from me.
To protect you, Juliette. You already had insomnia.
That's just it!
You don't send someone to a shrink
when you bottle up the truth!
I've often wished I was in your shoes.
So I'd get a little protection too.
But nothing ever changes.
When Mum has her depressions,
I'm the one she calls.
Not you.
When Dad had phlebitis...
- What? - I took care of him.
Unbelievable!
- You didn't know? - No!
Well, it wasn't serious.
Unbelievable...
"Don't tell Juliette."
"We must protect poor little Juliette."
"Marylou, you're strong!"
Hello!
- We're here! - Already?
I'm gonna play.
Mum, where are you?
Hi, honey. How are you?
Good.
- How was your day? - Great.
- Had a snack? - From the new bakery.
Where's Lulu?
Upstairs playing.
Marylou, I need your help.
What's up?
- Mum! - I'm busy, Lulu.
I signed up to a website.
I've got my user name.
Juliette, there's a ghost upstairs.
Wait!
You don't remember at all, no idea?
Try "BullshitFuckingPassword."
- Where's this ghost? - I saw it go in there.
Ghost, ghost!
Ghost!
Yoo-hoo, ghost!
No ghost.
I saw it run in here!
- So annoying. - Hi, honey.
Hi Léonard.
How's my big girl?
- Where's your bro? - He saw a ghost upstairs.
Right. Did you practice piano?
Where are you?
Here?
Shit.
Looking for the ghost too?
Could he be in here?
Ghost!
Where can he be?
Let's check the cupboard.
It's too small for anyone to fit.
Click "forgot my password" and change the code.
It's still not working, Marylou.
Really?
Thanks for nothing.
I'll start the whole thing over.
Do what I told you, you'll see.
- You ok, honey? - Yeah...
Let's check the closet, it's big.
Ok.
Nothing, hon. Let's go.
Guess I imagined it.
- What happened? - Downstairs, run!
Someone's really up there!
A guy in white, under Gaby's desk.
I'll go see.
No Dad, don't go!
- What the hell? - Call the cops!
Marylou, call the cops!
Dad, call the gendarmes!
I'm on it. Stéphane, need me up there?
You ok, Marylou?
There's nobody here.
I don't know.
I didn't see anything.
The law's on its way.
Wait for them outside, Dad!
I found this!
Let's see.
Is this ours, Marylou?
Marylou, you ok?
The ghost!
Who's this?
Who are you? Who?
- Show me your face! - Marylou!
Let him go, Stéphane.
Put your rake down, sir.
Who is he?
Put your rake down.
Are you hurt?
Who is he?
Hey, Juliette!
Listen, I just accidentally finished
all Simone's sparkling wine.
I'm heading to The Cocoon.
That's all. Feel free to join me.
Papou,
was the ghost nice or mean?
It wasn't a ghost, stupid.
Was it a robber?
Will he go to jail?
It was nothing...
Mum wanted to play a joke on Dad, but...
he didn't find it funny.
You're always upset, never happy!
You treat me like a child!
I don't know how to be, Stéphane.
- I'm fed up. - Do you still love me?
Yes, but...
I don't know how to get us back to where we were, I'm lost.
I still desire you.
It's nothing against you, it's just...
we're a family.
It's not sexy to sleep with a member of your family.
You're nuts. Do I have to wear a disguise?
What do we do, Stéphane?
How do others do it?
You need to meet Nono.
My new friend.
Number two after you, but...
he's a good guy.
Listen up...
What's wrong, Pollux?
- I'm fine. - No, I can see you're not.
I'm fine.
I'll be fine.
Come, Jean-Claude. Let's leave him in peace.
I'm leaving too.
Sure, I like to drink. It doesn't mean you own me!
Your wife lets you screw around?
I'll smack you for that!
Leave her alone or I'll smack you.
What's going on, everything ok?
Did he hurt you?
Piece of shit!
Put a torch up your arse!
Hang on...
I'll fix you up, you'll see.
- That's a lot you're using. - No, no.
Keep still! This is nice.
It doesn't hurt too much?
My poor Pollux.
Are you ok?
Did you manage to sleep?
I feel like I'm in another dimension.
I understand.
We haven't shared a bedroom in ages.
What are you doing?
I have to run.
Where to?
I'm late.
Not so fast, let's have coffee.
I can't.
Marlène?
Malou?
Can I say something without you yelling?
What?
Might this possibly
be a good thing?
A good thing?!
Me alone with two kids is a good thing?
Great, Mimi!
You don't have to sacrifice everything for your kids.
How do you know? You have none.
I have no kids, but I know a happy mum who feels good
is what they need.
I agree.
Enough whining.
Eat, get your strength back.
- He made a quiche! - I did my math.
My savings will help pay for your classes.
What classes?
She wants to be a florist.
- Great! - Awesome!
- Fabulous idea! - You'd be a great florist!
I can see it!
You can live at Nona's until we sell the house.
It won't sell overnight.
Just pay the utilities.
The renter is lovely.
Come live with me.
Dad, I won't take the little you have.
I could never pay you back.
So?
What else can I do with this dough?
Take my money or I'll donate it to the Happy Bowlers!
- You're nuts. - Let me pay for your studies.
You left so young I could never fund anything.
You didn't give a shit when I left.
You wanted me to stop you from getting married?
That's a new one!
It's my fault now.
You never gave a shit about us. Tell him, Juju.
That's far from true!
- I respected your choices! - Yeah?
And now you don't?
Now you don't seem happy.
So you've noticed!
Take the cheque and get off my back!
Thanks.
Anytime.
- Got my message? - Yeah.
What happened?
He didn't know about cars.
Is that him?
Yeah.
Will you help me?
How'd you get hurt?
I bumped my head.
What's in that brain of yours?
You couldn't sneak around? Had to bring him home?
Now what?
Think of Stéphane. And yourself!
You can't live alone.
You can't afford to live alone. And the kids?
Stop, gestapo!
I don't know. This'll take a while to sort out.
And who the hell are you to tell me what to do?
I never cheated on your dad.
Mum, you left. After the divorce, we barely saw you.
True.
I couldn't bear living with him.
I had to save my skin.
Truly.
It was a question of life and death.
Thanks.
- Apple? - Me.
Thanks.
Raspberry.
And you were big when I left.
You were already with Stéphane. You were 13.
I refuse to feel guilty!
I traumatised you that much?
No, listen, in any case,
all parents traumatise their kids.
Yes.
That's how great artists are born.
See? You failed my traumatism.
Your kids have a chance.
As artists or serial killers of a cheating mum.
Either way, they'll be famous!
Weren't you happy with Dad?
Yes.
He's a wonderful man, he's...
a deeply kind man.
Highly sensitive.
We had some great years.
I loved our life before.
Before Nicolas?
This is about Nicolas?
I don't know.
He was so beautiful.
You always wanted to hold him.
You held him close. It was adorable.
A big baby...
holding a tiny baby.
And then that was it.
Can I try your pastry?
Yes.
Give me a slice.
Who wants apple pie?
Ok.
C'mon, c'mon!
Here.
Give me the top.
I ate it already.
Mum!
My baby!
My love!
- You good? - Yeah.
Hi Gaby, how are you, honey?
Should be somewhere around here.
Mum, what are we doing?
Hang on.
You'll see, just let me find it first.
Who is it?
It's Nicolas.
Nicolas is my little brother.
Mine and Juliette's.
Son of Papou and Natou.
He's your uncle.
He died when he was a baby. Such a sad story.
It was a long time ago, but we mustn't forget him.
What'd he die of?
It's called Sudden Infant Death Syndrome.
You have a baby...
in great health, all is well.
You put him down for a nap, and when you return...
he's dead, just like that.
That's awful.
Yes, it's horrible.
You're not coming in?
You're beautiful, with your hair like that...
Careful, I'm here.
You scared the shit out of me!
Can't sleep?
Neither can you, apparently.
Nope.
You know, Juliette forgot Nicolas.
I'm not surprised.
I think you should talk to her about him.
Do you think of him often?
Every day.
He's my son.
My little boy.
- Dad! - Shit!
I'm klutzier by the day.
You seen my shoes?
I've got a job in 10 minutes.
Cut my hair tonight?
I'll go in slippers, too bad.
Shall I shop for dinner stuff?
Ok.
Shit, sorry. Pardon me.
See you tonight. Shit!
Have a good day!
I got a ticket to leave tomorrow.
Yeah?
I have to go home sometime.
What's wrong?
Juliette!
- Are you ok? - Just a blood pressure drop.
Do you get that often?
I think it's from the insomnia.
Feeling better?
This does feel good.
Relaxes the back.
It's over.
Can I ask you a favour?
Can you go in the room on the right, please?
I'm in here.
Can you let me hear the sounds in that room?
Doesn't sound familiar.
What was that?
The light switch.
Can you do it again?
Again.
Again...
You're beautiful.
- Me? - Yes.
See what I see?
- Not half-bad, is he? - No.
And how we laugh!
Juju?
Bob felt like the king of the world
with his children in his arms...
You smoke now?
Yes. I'm trying to.
Want to come home?
No.
I'm sorry.
What'll you do?
Be with that guy?
I want to take care of myself.
I want to be no one's wife, no one's mother,
no one's daughter.
I want to do what I want.
You'll be bored stiff.
I want to try.
Then we'll see.
I may be gone.
I'll take the risk.
I have no choice, I can't breathe.
Does he help you breathe?
Will you see him again?
You're breaking my heart.
What's wrong?
I don't know...
I got my period!
Terrific!
- Yeah. - Terrific.
Your body is working.
Breathe, breathe.
There's a word in Arabic
for a parent who loses a child.
It's taklan.
Thakil.
Thakila
for a woman.
Thakila.
Taklan.
Thakil... thakila.
When's your train?
In two hours.
Maybe you could come see me sometime?
Leave it Dad, you'll make it worse!
Let me check the engine!
Mum?
Can you come? Marylou's car won't start.
We're at Dad's. My train's in 30 minutes.
Thanks so much.
Stop fighting you two, Mum's coming!
- Saved by the mum! - Great.
You're going too fast.
I could've driven my own car!
You're a bad driver, Mum.
I'm a bad driver!
- Where's your hippy? - I dumped him.
I met Mario. He lives in a cave, so cool!
Not sick of fucking the local wackos yet?
At least one of us fucks, Mr. Frigid.
How do you know I don't have a date?
- I just don't advertise it. - Poor woman.
You've been celibate for decades. You have no clue.
Why, you wanna give me some pointers?
Want me to?
Want some pointers?
Admit you're scared.
Enough, you two! Get a room!
Stop, stop. Next one who giggles is out!
She's giggling, she's out!
He's giggling, he's out! It's my car.
Let's go, look alive!
- Hey! - Sorry.
- Get out. - Unbelievable!
- What the hell, Dad? - I'm stuck!
- Push! - I did!
- Push harder! - My shoe!
- Are you doing this on purpose? - Of course he is.
We gotta run!
Juliette, give me your luggage.
Give it to me!
We should've known, they're always late.
- You ok? - Yes.
You're crying?
She's crying?
Broken heart?
You and your obsessions.
Because of my yelling?
I don't know, it's...
life, leaving, the duck...
The duck?
- What duck? - A real duck?
A friend and I adopted a duck and he died.
I had a duck too, as a kid.
My dad killed him and we ate him for Christmas. So sad.
How dare you tell her that?
She's laughing?
What should I do?
Two weeks with you and she's loopy!
It was so good to see you.
You should come more often, sweetie.
Go on, get on the train.
It'll leave without you.
Thanks for the photo.
We've arrived.