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How old is this building? Late 19th century?
No idea. Why?
When did your parents move in?
Wait, I'm not ready.
It's ok, I bet they're more stressed than you.
Good evening.
Sorry, damp hands.
Hello, Elsa, welcome!
Delighted.
- How are you? - I'm ok.
I brought you this.
It's good to see you so well, Dad.
67!
I'm in shape.
Lovely...
Elsa asked me how old the building is.
19th century?
You're an architect.
Not at all.
No, François, Elsa is a doctor.
- I told you that. - I know.
That's good. A tough job.
Not really. It's just hard work with a dash of masochism.
She's pretty and modest too.
So when do you move in?
Next week.
I hope you've made room.
- And tidied up. - Mum, it's ready.
Don't let him do fuck all. I did his laundry until two years ago.
Two years?
Elsa,
tell me,
do you like John Coltrane?
That's him playing.
Drop Coltrane.
- Why? - Every time...
No one ever knows your Coltrane.
Are you serious?
Sorry.
Do you like John Coltrane?
I don't really know him.
He always does this. Next, he'll say no rap without Coltrane.
No rap without Coltrane.
Even less hip-hop.
What a sax player!
Do you play an instrument?
He's short on culture so rabbits on about what he knows.
The piano, as a child.
- Otherwise... - Great.
- What do you listen to? - All sorts.
Not all sorts. He'll say all sorts is nothing.
But not nothing either.
Alright...
You've really lost him!
I listen to lots of stuff.
- You love music. - I do.
Say jazz or he'll never recover.
- Not jazz - Yes...
- You don't like jazz? - I do!
You like jazz, baby.
I love jazz!
So who do you listen to?
- Careful what you say. - Louis Armstrong.
Very bad choice!
Let's change the subject.
Too classical.
Stop!
Sorry.
You ok?
I forgot I need to call a patient.
- Now? - I'm really sorry.
Is there somewhere I can call from?
In my office down there.
- On the right. - Thank you.
Tell me, Sofian, where did you get that wine?
We need to hurry.
- What do you want? - A candle.
On the shelf there.
- You ok? - Have you been trapped here long?
Ten years now.
Ten years.
A long time.
Well, I can help you leave.
I'll first ask you the three questions.
The first: Sorry, but you know you're dead?
I chose to die, so I'm pretty sure I know.
Alright.
Do you agree to leave the world of the living?
If you're still here,
something's holding you back. If not, you'd be on the other side.
What's on the other side?
I don't know.
Better than lingering here where no one sees you.
Now the third question.
Have you left anything unfinished or unsaid?
She's charming.
Yes, really charming.
I asked them to stop coming
to that shit unit.
What're you doing?
Not on the phone?
Yes, I am. No, I just hung up...
Now I'm praying for...
my patient who won't last the night.
Praying?
You're not religious.
Put that out. We're waiting.
- I can't. - My parents are waiting.
- I can't. - What?
Tell him.
What's going on?
I'm with your sister.
What?
- I'm with your sister. - It's not funny.
- Everything ok? - Fine, Mum.
- Can we eat? - Coming.
- She's here. - Who is?
- Right here. - There's no one.
Put that candle out now.
Nadia...
This isn't funny.
Tell them what I told you.
- What did you tell her? - Nothing.
I'm so sorry.
I really wish
I didn't have to tell you this, but...
Nadia is here.
She has things to tell you.
She says that when she died...
Killed herself.
When she killed herself,
she wasn't in crisis.
It was her decision.
She was sick of the meds...
I didn't want a petty life.
She didn't want a petty life.
She knows people judge you,
think it's your fault. But she knows what you did for her.
And I thank them.
She thanks you.
The toothbrush.
Yes, the toothbrush...
Meryem, please throw it out.
It bothers her you've kept it.
- I'm not a bit of plastic. - She's not a bit of plastic.
And it's disgusting.
- François... - Yes?
Could you erase her Instagram account?
She doesn't know most people who comment.
@nadialechat123
@nadialechat123 is her password.
Tell him, please.
I can't.
Please, it's important.
Sofiane...
She isn't upset you rarely came to see her.
If you'd been hospitalised in that unit,
she wouldn't have come either.
The place is too depressing.
I never went there?
- Wait! - Sure...
I don't get it. Why didn't you say?
Why didn't you tell me whatever it is you see?
I see the dead.
The same way I see you.
That's totally crazy.
Your sister sat down opposite me in the living room.
The chair didn't move, but for her it was real.
I can share that reality.
But it's over now.
She has gone, she's fine.
I don't think I can do it.
Do what?
I'm sorry...
The dead and all...
I'll never talk about it.
You'll know nothing.
It'll be nothing,
just a detail in our life, I swear.
- My sister heard voices too. - I don't.
- It's the same. - I don't hear voices...
You think you can't do it because you know you can't.
Right?
I'm sorry.
It's ok.
I've been here before.
YOU FOUND ME
Two years later
100/40.
Not too bad.
How do you feel? Any pain?
Almost none now. I'm going to get bored soon.
Almost none is no good. I want zero pain.
I'll increase the Acupan.
When did this arrive?
This morning.
What is this?
Everything ok, doctor?
Just great!
Make me dream.
Tell me what you did last night.
Not a lot.
That's not what I want to hear.
In my state, you don't do a lot on Friday night.
But not you.
I kept stuff back.
It was thrilling.
I ordered sushi and watched a documentary on chimps.
That makes you dream!
Unhook this, you make me want to die.
Unhook the lot.
I'll give you one last chance.
What was his name?
Did he smell nice?
Was he handsome?
How did he take you?
No one took me.
You're a drag.
You get me down.
I told you I've given up.
Given up on what?
Men, relationships.
You can't give up. It's not like smoking.
True, you can manage without sex.
I should know. It doesn't really matter.
You survive.
But not the rest.
Promise me you'll never give up on tenderness.
I upped the morphine in room 8. He was in pain.
Can you check 13's test results?
His potassium was low.
And Mr Durain won't last the day.
- Mr Durain? - In room 12.
Yes, room 12.
- His platelets are down. - Shit.
It went fast.
Did you manage to rest a bit?
Not really. Just before my break...
I found a priest in a patient's room.
Why was he there?
For an old Catholic. He decided to bless the whole unit.
We had to throw him out.
The waste of energy...
Where are we?
We're going clubbing.
Where's my room?
I won't ask you to come.
I don't know.
Sorry...
It'll be fun.
The ICU lot will be there.
It's gonna be wild.
Miss...
Miss, can you hear me?
Yes.
- Are you ok? - Yes, great.
I think you need the ER.
No thanks.
Hold on, you can't even stand.
Let's go to the ER.
Your fingers...
- What? - Your fingers.
My fingers?
Alright.
Five.
- That's right. - Everything's fine.
Great, you can count. But that won't stop the bleeding.
I'm bleeding?
That's nothing...
I don't want to waste four hours in the ER.
Have you got a...
A tissue or... Just a tissue?
But I live just over there, 50 metres away.
There I have tissues. I even have cotton wool.
It's up to you to choose.
I have what's needed.
Over there?
Yes, right there.
I don't understand what happened.
The bus braked and then...
Were you on the bus?
No, I was in a taxi close by.
The driver called an ambulance.
And then I saw you.
Still bleeding?
- It's ok, I think. - Hold on.
It won't seal up.
Shit.
- Got what's needed? - Meaning?
I can't do that.
I can't even sew a button.
Not stitches, I mean a strip.
I can take my clothes off if necessary...
What's a strip again?
A short adhesive band.
A baby Band-Aid?
Right...
I should have some.
- You mean these? - Yes.
- Scissors. - There.
I'll do it.
I'm a doctor.
No big deal.
Technically, I've never cured anyone.
You're a bad doctor, you mean?
Almost. I work in palliative care.
Ok.
My patients are all terminal.
A bad start.
I've freaked you out now.
No, not at all.
I just hope I'll never need you.
Well, not you.
Your unit.
I understood.
Would you like a drink?
- Don't be so formal. - Ok.
Fancy a bevy before you go?
Alright.
What have I got?
I have water.
I have...
I have water, that's all.
- I can get some wine. - Water's fine.
Great.
A musician?
Yes. Well, a composer.
Mostly, I work in a restaurant.
This doesn't pay yet,
but things are starting to stir
and I'll be the opening act
for a cool guy.
A small gig near Dieppe.
- Bravo. - Thanks.
What kind of music is it?
It's a blend
of classical and electro.
Ok.
What does it sound like?
No idea.
Really, no idea.
Can I listen?
- What? Now? - Yeah.
If you want.
It wasn't planned.
Forget it.
No, it's a good idea.
I'll be playing for an audience soon.
You don't have to.
I do, I'm going to.
Can I dim the lights? So I don't see your face.
I mean, I don't see the look on your face
when you hear my music.
There, just a little.
No, I still see you.
Sorry.
That's good.
We're in the dark.
Yes, totally.
That's better.
I'm Elsa.
I'm Oscar.
It's a bit boring until it gets going.
The intro's long
cos there are a lot of variations.
The intro's too long.
Ok, I'll shut up.
I have to go.
What? Hold on, it's not over yet.
Sorry, it's very beautiful.
- Thank you, I have to go. - Wait, Elsa.
You're bleeding again.
Shit...
Here.
Sorry.
No worries.
Tomorrow, we never met.
We won't swap numbers or names.
Your name's Elsa, but...
Yes, but...
- Wait. - What is it?
Everything's fine, it's just...
The first time with me is never totally...
You need to wait for the second or the third for it to be...
But we'll only have one.
Shit...
I'll do my best then.
Are you ok, sir?
We found a screen Monday with its wires cut.
Yesterday a cable was dumped in the trash.
Any idea who did it?
No...
Maybe someone
who thinks it's absurd to do telemedicine.
Especially here. I don't know.
It's just an experiment.
People dying on video, an experiment?
No one said that.
The goal is to help and accompany them.
To stop moving them for tests...
Tell the others.
- Alright. - Thanks.
It's alright. We're on it.
Good.
Sure you don't need stitches?
This?
It's nothing.
Don't worry.
See you later then.
We're on it...
You're a terrible liar.
- The asshole. - Calm down.
What's that cut?
I fell off my scooter.
A happy memory?
- You're smiling. - I'm not.
You are.
I can even count your teeth.
Goodbye.
Nearly there...
You'll be proud of me, Mimi.
What's going on?
I've something to tell you for once.
I didn't sleep at home.
No?
What was he like?
Nice.
Funny, charming...
I love it.
He seemed really self-assured too.
But not at all.
It's good when they're not.
- A little though. - A little.
Answer. I bet that's him.
He didn't get my number.
Are you serious?
Answer anyway.
- Hello? - I bet it's him.
Yes, speaking.
You said
the bus in front braked suddenly.
- Is that right? - Yes.
Where were you then?
Where are you?
There.
Put it in place.
Go on.
I was behind the bus.
Sorry, I used the bus lane.
I'll stop you there.
I won't fine you.
Forget all that.
It's a serious accident. I want to figure out what happened.
So, after that?
After, I was... Why was it serious?
If an ambulance is sent for, it's bad.
You know that as a doctor.
- A man died. - A man?
The taxi passenger.
The taxi?
The one the bus hit.
The driver's fine but...
his passenger was killed.
You saw nothing.
Didn't the taxi call the ambulance?
No, the bar opposite.
Know the name?
- Of the bar? - The dead man.
Yes, but it's highly confidential.
Miss?
Are you ok?
You're all...
I'll get you some water.
Breathe.
Just breathe.
Elsa?
Why are you here?
You ok?
I need to...
Can I come in?
- I forgot... - Something here?
Is that it?
Come on in and look for it.
Sorry, I have to go.
- Where? - That gig I mentioned.
My train's soon.
Make yourself at home.
Bye.
- Oscar! - Yeah?
I'll take you.
Thanks a lot.
You're an angel.
I'll be home late, but stop by tomorrow.
We'll look for your things together.
Come when you want.
I'm late, I have to run.
Thanks again.
Shit...
06 53 14 49 01.
My number. That way, you have it.
You have to go.
- Shit. - I'll pull the alarm.
No, don't bother.
Shit.
I'm sorry.
I think...
Sorry.
Go ahead.
- I have to tell you something. - What?
Hello! Can I sit here?
No.
What?
Sorry?
It's taken.
There's loads of room.
The train's empty.
Can't you sit elsewhere? We want to be alone.
Alright then. Sorry.
Enjoy your trip.
What's going on?
Sorry.
I don't like these cramped spaces.
They make me...
I need room...
Ok.
I understand.
So...
it's no use inviting you to my gig.
I mean, it's...
a small venue.
I thought
it'd be cool if you came.
Tickets, please.
No ticket?
- Come on. - What?
- Where? - Come on.
Where are we going?
- Your foot? Sorry. - It's ok.
He's gone?
Let me listen.
We stay in the toilet to Dieppe?
Or we jump off the train.
Or pay a fine like civilised people.
How do you feel in this cramped space?
- Are you ok? - It's tiny.
No kidding...
Can you take it?
I can take it.
You wanted to say something.
Before we hid.
No, it was nothing.
Come to my gig tonight.
I'd like that.
You know Nero?
He's the act I'm opening for.
No?
Yes?
He's a big electro star.
He has a huge gig coming up in Le Havre.
They didn't ask me to open.
I'm happy to have one date with him.
It's classy.
- It's classy. - Very classy.
It's kind of you to say so.
I got it from Germany.
You have to seek out quality in cars.
Local farms sell the best milk.
It's the same with cars.
Do you know when we'll arrive?
Sir?
Do you...
Know when we'll arrive?
In 20 minutes or so.
Thank you, sir.
You're welcome, madam.
I love this venue, I love it.
Look, that's Nero.
His real name's Damien.
No lasers for the opener.
Hello.
Oscar!
Oscar Blum, the opener.
That's absurd, it'll be...
I'm the opening act, Oscar.
I'm the opener.
Let me check.
- I'll go on up. - Wait.
Excuse me...
Hello there.
Hello.
Who are you?
The concert hasn't begun.
Sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Elsa,
Oscar Blum's producer.
Shit, sorry.
Forgive me. Sorry I was so brusque.
We couldn't reach him, we were worried,
then the police told us he was dead.
Could we not use that word?
- What? - The one you just said.
- Dead? - Yes.
- It's so recent. - I understand.
It's tragic to pass away so young.
That term too.
Ok, but I'll run out of ways to say it.
Maybe we can just say he isn't here.
Ok, fine.
Everyone's devastated. It's awful.
Nero too.
But we'll pay tribute to Oscar.
His replacement will do it. It'll be beautiful.
- Who? - You've replaced him?
You've replaced me?
Yes, since he's...
Hold on, what did I do?
You don't just replace someone like that.
Usually, no, but 400 people are coming tonight...
What's wrong? He doesn't like my sound?
- He changed his mind? - That's shocking...
No, not when the opening act is...
Is what?
We replace them.
I'm sorry.
That's harsh.
It's harsh.
It's harsh, but that's life...
- My replacement? - His replacement?
Yes, that's her.
Maybe you could go now, as I need to work.
We'll leave you.
Coralie?
- A big problem, Coralie! - No, let's go.
He won't be back.
Yes, I can imagine.
The taxi's due in five minutes.
I understand.
The girl's young, with sounds.
- She's known, I'm... - No...
I turn up from nowhere.
It's nothing to do with you or with your music.
They're just jerks.
Jerks who know their job, who's good, who isn't...
Well, no.
Elsa, you're sweet.
But what just happened shows I shouldn't be here.
It's not my place.
I know nothing about music,
but I do know no one should behave that way.
Don't try to excuse them.
They're assholes, real assholes.
- You don't do that. - You're right.
- It's not done. - True.
You deserved better, Oscar.
I deserve better. You're right.
- I'll tell them. - Right...
- What? - I'll tell them.
I want them to explain it to me to my face.
Forget it.
- It's useless! - I deserve better.
Oscar!
- The taxi's coming. - Never mind.
Please, don't go.
- What? - Sit down.
I'll explain.
Explain what? Let me go back.
You're dead, Oscar!
I'm what?
You died in the accident.
I wanted to tell you. I should have.
Shit, you're mad.
Fuck...
Shit.
Oscar Blum...
This one's for you.
He should have been here
instead of me,
but he has passed away.
I'm thinking of him tonight, like all of you.
I feel the best way to honour him isn't with words,
but with music.
We're gonna turn the sound up, so make some noise for him.
I'm counting on you.
- Where were you? - Hi.
You ok?
Yeah, great. And you?
I left you a ton of messages.
You skip your shift now?
My accident messed me up.
- I should've called. - I was worried.
I'm here now.
Mireille had trouble breathing.
She did?
We had to puncture her.
It was working just now.
I can't see a thing.
We'll wait for a connection.
What's going on? Why is this here?
Hello, maybe?
Everyone out. Leave my patient alone.
What is this?
The IV's changed. Thanks.
Everyone out.
What is this?
Calm down.
Sorry!
Your experiment sucks. How many cables do I have to rip out?
Can you hear me? Aunt Mimi?
Elsa, meet Michael, Mireille's nephew.
He lives in Brest.
I just wanted a moment with him.
Everything ok?
I screwed up there.
I really screwed up.
True, you were intense.
You'll just get a reprimand.
It's not that.
What then?
You can talk to me.
You can tell me things.
You won't talk to me.
Is there someone you can talk to?
No.
Talk to me then. You're in a bad way. What's wrong?
I'm feeling better.
Much better.
- No, you're not. - It's true.
Really, that did me good.
Thank you.
- What? - Come on.
I don't understand.
I just don't get it.
I'm dead, I can think and talk...
I feel emotions.
I'm here.
You touch me. How? Are you dead too?
I see the dead.
I see them. I can see you.
You're in a sort of alternative reality
that I can share.
- Have you known long? - I didn't right away.
I swear, or I'd have told you.
But we slept together.
I didn't know at the time.
You slept with my spirit?
With you!
I slept with you.
So why am I still here?
You won't accept death.
You still feel everything like before.
As if you were still in the material world,
in your body.
Get it?
I can help you.
I can help you to die for real.
To die for real?
Know what the funny thing is?
When I was a kid, my mum took me
to have my palm read.
And the woman told me I'd live to a ripe old age.
That I had an incredible lifeline.
She'd never seen such longevity.
Damn...
Can I ask a favour?
Anything.
No way...
I played this one just once as a kid.
My mum never got over it.
That's my mum.
Thanks for coming.
Sorry to those at the back who couldn't sit down.
The chairs didn't arrive in time.
The town hall's van broke down.
So until the tow truck arrives...
That's my dad.
Don't forget that after this, the wake is at the Post Office café.
Next to the Post Office.
That's all I have to say, so I'll stop.
I didn't prepare a speech because...
I'm not going to tell you who Oscar is.
You all know him. Certainly much better than I do.
I can't actually tell you
who my son is.
Silly, isn't it?
How silly.
I can't tell you the man he became.
But when I see you all congregated here,
I think...
he must be an extraordinary guy,
an incredible guy.
I didn't understand him.
I didn't understand.
Let's go back. I'll talk to them.
- To who? - Your parents.
We'll go...
to the café and tell them everything.
No, there's nothing to say.
What happened with your dad?
Is it complicated?
Maybe that's why you're stuck.
It's not that.
It was complicated,
but I stopped blaming him years ago.
For what?
For not getting my music
or my choices in life.
What can I say?
It doesn't matter.
My dad's old. It's normal he didn't get it.
I can't resent him for that.
What's holding you back then?
I have to figure it out?
Only you know.
I didn't want to die.
Now it's up to me to make sense of it all.
And show some wisdom.
Are you kidding?
No, forget wisdom, I'm angry!
I'm angry!
I want to shout! I want to scream!
Honestly,
I've been brave in life.
I started from scratch.
I was broke.
I stayed up for hours working on my tracks.
For once in my life, I had it good.
And it came screeching to a halt.
Before it even began.
I just wanted to see it through.
To what?
To the end.
After my hard work alone at home, composing.
I spent so much time alone.
Alone. And I hate being alone.
I didn't ask for the moon.
I only wanted to play my music to an audience.
Just once.
That's it!
Let's do it.
Do what?
Find an audience and play your music.
We'll do it.
How do I open it?
What are you doing?
Willy, the caretaker.
The caretaker! I was looking for you.
Me?
I know Oscar.
Right. Shouldn't you be at his funeral then?
I was.
It was very moving.
Tell him Christiane needs something from the flat.
- Christiane sent me. - He loves my mum.
You know Christiane?
It's an orange hard drive.
It's in here.
Found what you need?
Almost.
- Seriously, it has to be here. - It's not.
I don't have all afternoon.
Hold on, that's my key ring.
- The red guitar. - That's yours?
It was a gift in a magazine when I was little.
Why d'you have Oscar's key ring?
I don't!
It was in here with my stickers.
It was in here.
- He's stolen them. - Stolen those too?
Don't lie! He's nicked my vinyls.
And his vinyls?
Bowie's gone.
Ok, but wait...
- How do you know? - Because...
He's here.
Next to me.
He's not happy.
I'm not a thief, I took some souvenirs.
- It is stealing. - His parents don't care.
They'll chuck the lot. They don't get his music.
- He knows my music? - You know his music?
When I cleaned, I'd walk past his door...
And I'd hear.
It's beautiful.
Sorry, I shouldn't have done that.
I should've gone to his funeral.
30 years since he went out.
30 years?
He's really here?
Willy, keep everything. The key ring,
the vinyls, anything you want.
But we need the hard drive.
What do we do?
- I climb in? - Good idea.
I'll give you a boost,
and propel you 57 metres up the building.
Forget it, too many guards.
- Never mind, let's go. - Hold on!
Make way, please!
Make way!
It's ok.
Dr Elsa Tissot. Where is he?
- Who? - The casualty.
- Casualty? - Backstage.
News to me.
The Red Cross called me.
I'm in charge here, and I've had no information.
- I'll ask. - Listen, sir...
We're wasting time.
- I'll ask. - He's unconscious!
I don't know if he's breathing, he could die.
Every second counts.
If you want to end a life, it's not my problem.
It's fine, doctor!
Don't push it.
- They're letting you in. - Really?
- Go ahead, madam! - Thank you!
What was all that?
What now?
He's in his dressing room.
Nero. Here he is.
- Go on. - What do I do?
Don't rush. We need a plan.
Ok, great.
What are you doing?
English?
Yeah, he's English. I told you...
Hi there...
What can we do?
A pee test.
A urine sample.
You sure?
Not what he meant.
He's right.
He's doing it?
- He's doing it? - I just had to ask.
Ok... Now what?
Plug in the hard drive.
Go into files.
Click on The Moon is Blonde.
Yes.
And move it to the tracklist.
- Here? - Exactly.
Great. C'mon, let's go.
He's back.
We've gotta go.
Don't do this.
No way!
You're taking the piss!
Improvise!
Brilliant! Run!
Get her out!
Ok! Calm down!
- Get lost! - Understood!
- Next time, I'll call the cops! - Sure.
Nutter!
You ok, Elsa?
Did he hurt you?
No, he didn't.
Sorry.
Why are you laughing?
It was so...
What?
Know what this reminds me of?
When I stole a Faudel CD single from the record store.
I stole a Patricia Kaas CD.
But I didn't succeed.
It doesn't matter.
It does. It's stupid.
Don't worry.
- What is it? - Hear that?
It's my music.
He's playing my music.
- My music! - He did it!
You did it.
Shit, it's my music.
Now let me help you.
You've already done a lot.
To help you leave.
Hold on...
I need a candle.
A candle?
Yeah, I need...
a candle for my...
for my...
I just need one.
Sorry, but why a candle? Who decided you needed a candle?
And not, for example, Armenian paper?
Some divine authority would only settle for a candle?
My mum did it like this.
Because
she could see the dead too, so...
I suppose she passed it on to me.
And your dad?
I don't know him.
I'm sorry.
No, it's ok.
It's just when he found out about my mother's gift,
he tried to have her committed.
So,
she brought me up alone.
And let no one else into her life.
Not that I know of.
No one's tried to commit you, I hope?
But my relationships...
Forget it.
Except the last one.
I believed in him. We talked about marriage.
And?
When he found out how I am, he left.
I don't want to leave you.
I don't want you to go either.
Can we do it tomorrow?
Or the day after.
Or next week.
I'm in no hurry.
Wow...
Good morning, sir.
Morning.
Put it back on. I prefer you that way.
Come with me.
Follow me.
- Oscar... - Come on.
Town Hall
- What's going on? - C'mon.
I'm honoured to be with you today.
Welcome to the happy couple whom we know well.
You were born in Le Havre
and grew up here.
And you both love art.
In fact, you met
while studying Art History in Paris.
Well, Laure and Jules,
it's always a great pleasure,
to welcome under the roof of the Republic...
You know them?
Now what matters the most.
Jules Quentin Morin.
Oscar Lucien Adam Blum.
Do you take, as your wife,
Laure Chassaigne?
Elsa Louisa Tissot.
I do.
- Laure Chloé Chassaigne? - Elsa Louisa Tissot.
Do you take, as your husband,
Oscar Lucien Adam Blum?
I do.
By the powers vested in me,
I declare you
husband and wife.
You may kiss the bride.
Cheers, Oscar Lucien Adam Blum.
Cheers, Elsa Louisa...
Yes?
- That's it? - Yes.
Blum.
Not Blum.
- No. - Why not?
I'll never take a man's name.
Ok, but it's a shame because Elsa Blum is classy.
Elsa Blum isn't just anyone. A woman of the world.
- A writer. - Yeah?
What does she write?
Feminist books. She explores the patriarchy.
She hates it. She's angry.
Of course, she's angry. So, she can't take her husband's name.
- Well, no. - No.
Unfortunately not.
For her kids, she'd have taken it,
but she doesn't want any.
I wanted them.
You wanted children?
Yeah, I did.
It didn't happen, but it doesn't matter.
It's my fault, I didn't try.
So, that's that.
I'll be back.
Good evening.
Good evening, Le Havre.
I'd like to dedicate this song to my husband,
who's sitting at the back of the bar.
All together now!
Elsa?
Inès?
You ok?
Did you want a drink?
It's closed.
It's 3 am. I just clocked off.
We've been looking for you. Where were you?
I'm here.
We were so worried, we called everywhere!
I'm sorry.
What's that dress?
My karaoke outfit.
It's my karaoke outfit.
You did karaoke alone?
Yes, but I wasn't alone.
The other customers were with me. Can't I have fun?
- Shall I go? - Give me two minutes.
Who are you talking to?
Just forget it.
- I'm parked nearby... - Me too.
You're not driving home.
I can't let you drive home like this.
Like this?
You're not normal.
What's the normal me?
I'll take you home.
You're not listening. I'm fine.
I don't like your tone.
Don't do this, Inès. I'm ok.
- Don't drive home. - Let go of me.
Stop!
Stop.
You were supposed to be at work.
I wasn't going to work on my wedding day.
- No, I'm being serious. - Me too.
Let's go to bed.
Oscar?
Are you ok?
Yes.
Sleep well?
I drank too much last night.
Are you working today?
Yeah, but I can stay here if you want.
No, not at all.
- Sure? - Certain.
Dr Tissot cures no one, but we're still very proud of her.
You're going to work.
Hello, Mimi.
Where've you been these last two days?
I'm sorry. I really am.
I hope you have a good excuse.
Not at all.
Well...
Maybe I do.
I saw him again.
Who?
The guy I didn't give my number to.
I knew it.
You've cheered me up so much, doctor.
- Not feeling too good? - No.
What is it? The pain?
No, I'm scared.
Scared?
That my nephew won't come in time,
and I'll die here alone with the bright lights and that beep.
I thought I was beyond that, but no.
No one is.
- If only I believed in God. - I'll stop you there.
Even John-Paul II was scared.
The Pope.
That poor Pope must've been so happy to meet his God.
That's not what I heard.
You won't be alone with the beep,
I'll be here.
I'll be here, Mimi.
Sorry, but the unit head is looking for you.
I heard times are tough for you.
So, if you need a few days off,
or even a few weeks,
just let me know, it's no problem.
No, I don't need time off.
I'm fine.
You miss your shifts,
you shout in front of patients.
You've tampered with equipment. You're not fine.
We need to get some perspective here.
This is your home.
If you want to swing by the party tonight and it can help,
come for a drink.
Compassion fatigue can happen to any of us.
Compassion fatigue? Just say depression.
Can we talk without getting aggressive?
If you give up telemedicine, I'll try.
Actually, I won't try anymore.
Let me be clear.
I order you to take time off.
And to see a psychiatrist.
Understand?
Oscar?
Had a good day?
Yeah.
And you?
I've taken a few weeks off.
- Right. - Starting tomorrow.
It'll be just the two of us. You and me.
Can you do that? Just take time off?
Yeah.
Your colleague talked?
No, not at all.
I'm invited to the staff party tonight.
So...
I don't want to go. But everything's fine.
You're going.
You're going, it's important.
I don't want to.
You can't stay with me all the time.
Ok, but you're coming too.
- No. - Yes.
No.
I won't go without you.
Ready?
After you, sir.
Usually, this is our canteen.
No one eats here because it's disgusting.
I'd love a drink.
- Hi, Lydia. - You're alone?
No, I'm with my husband, Oscar.
Nice to meet you.
I thought you'd be with Inès.
No. I haven't seen her.
Enjoy your night.
- What's your game? - It's funny.
- C'mon, it's funny. - No.
They're already drunk anyway.
They'll be on the tables soon, singing raunchy songs.
Don't talk to me.
People are staring at you.
Who?
I don't care about people.
Yes, you do.
You work with these people.
Don't leave me.
I need a drink.
Go on.
Go and dance.
I don't want to.
Yes, you do.
I'll dance if you do.
- Go and have fun. - Stop!
I'm fine.
I'm fine here with you.
Keep it down, please.
Why? Do I look crazy?
Not to me.
But to them you do.
I'm tired of always pretending. I can't take it anymore.
I love you, Oscar.
I love you too.
Well then?
Everything's fine.
Is this how you want to be loved?
By a guy who can't do anything?
That's not true.
Who can't even make you coffee?
I don't need you for that.
I'll never meet your friends.
Or your parents.
They're dead, so it's just as well.
We can't build anything, Elsa.
I have to go.
You're right, let's get out of here.
Let's go home. This party sucks anyway.
Stop it.
I have to cross over.
Don't do this to me.
Don't leave me.
I've been alone my whole life.
You're alone with me.
Not true. I'm good.
I'm good with you.
I have to go.
I just have to go.
Shall we do it? Shall I do it?
What?
I'll come with you.
- Yes. - No.
We'll be together.
You sound crazy. Stop it.
- Stop it. - What?
I didn't mean it.
Of all people,
you can't say that.
You know what? Go ahead.
Go on, Oscar. Get lost.
You know the way?
That's your fucking problem.
Go away.
Get out!
Get the fuck out!
You ok?
I'm not crazy, Arthur.
I swear, I'm not.
No one said that.
Don't commit me.
Ok, it's going to be alright.
Are you ok?
She's fine.
Don't worry. I saw her this afternoon.
Usually, I've a candle.
- I'll find one. - Don't worry, I'm ready.
Just close my eyes, I look ridiculous.
Shit, how did you know?
Get me my headscarf.
You what?
- My headscarf. - Headscarf?
Where is it?
On the armchair behind you.
Who are you talking to?
To Mimi?
If you're uncomfortable, you can leave.
Like this?
Thank you.
Looks matter, right?
I'm glad the other doctor's here.
- Him? - Yeah.
Really?
Earlier, during my puncture,
he sang Brassens.
It was more of a scream than a song,
but it got me through the pain.
What's going on?
Sorry. She makes me laugh.
She liked you singing Brassens.
Even though you're not pitch perfect.
She thanks you.
I have to go now.
I don't actually start with the candle.
First, there's the salt.
The salt?
I have some in the kitchen.
What kind of salt?
Rock salt, sea salt, table salt?
Any.
Any kind?
Use the least expensive then.
No, don't. I think I deserve...
This one!
A fine sea salt.
What's next?
I put it in front of the doors.
Ok.
My mum used to do it as a sign of protection.
Let's protect then. Go ahead.
There we go.
Add more. You didn't protect this bit.
Use all of it!
Protection!
You're protected now.
We can't walk barefoot,
but we're well protected.
And then...
Then I ask you the three questions.
I must ask
the dead person
if he knows he's dead.
Oscar, do you know you're dead?
Yes.
I think I've realised by now.
And so,
do you accept that you're dead?
Yes.
Elsa, do you accept you're alive?
Do you accept
you're alive?
Yeah.
No whispering like that.
And I don't mean
surviving or getting up in the morning.
I mean living,
truly living.
Because I've seen you live, Elsa.
It's wonderful.
Do you accept you're alive?
Yes.
Don't wait for me.
- Promise? - Promise.
Answer accepted.
And the third question?
Yes.
I must ask if you've forgotten anything.
If you have a message to pass on.
I just want to thank you.
Thank you.
You're going to see a light.
Let yourself be carried off.
I hope I'll do better next time.
Take me in your arms, please.
I'm scared, Elsa.
I'm scared.
Arthur?
A bad time?
Not at all.
I have something to ask.
Must we move dead patients so quickly?
We need beds,
but if they could stay longer in their rooms,
before going to the mortuary,
I could do as with Mimi.
Sure.
- Sorry? - Let's do it.
Let's do it.
Cool.
"Cool" isn't the right word...
I'll take care of it after I deal with this big issue.
There's no rush.
I'm stopping telemedicine.
That's a shame.
I want to rip out some cables.
It feels good.
Thanks.
Subtitles by Ian Burley & Sophia Till
Subtitling: TransPerfect Media France