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Easy, sweetheart. Keep it down.
Will globalization abolish borders?
No. The opposite, don't you think?
- Bertille, eat. - Elaborate.
The faster the flow
of people, goods,
currency,
the more isolationist the individual states will become.
Bertille, you have to eat now.
You have to eat. Sit down.
Like all the walls going up?
Where's the pill?
The hell, Bertille!
Why'd you do that? Have you lost your mind?
Relax, she won't drown.
- It's stupid! - Or melt.
Now I have to change her.
That's enough!
Shit!
Oh, man!
Stay behind me.
Don't take sides!
Not that!
Good evening.
Hi!
What happened?
Nothing. Why?
Just wondering.
That's not funny to you?
No.
You're laughing.
THE WONDERERS
Shit. Bertille.
Sleeping like a baby.
She is a baby.
Can you picture her dreams?
I just tried, and I don't think we wanna know!
Right.
What'll happen?
How so?
You know what I mean.
When she dies?
- We never discuss it. - What's the point?
For Marion's sake.
She's 17, needs independence,
but she's holding back.
Isn't that enough?
Bertille.
Once upon a time,
a little monster
from another world,
was saved, just in time, from an angry mob of villagers
by a little girl who hid in the forest.
She looked at the monster and said,
"You're not a monster!
"No one knows you.
"When you were born,
"you were pink.
"When you grew up,
"you became white.
"When you go in the sun, you're red.
"When you're scared, you're green.
"When you're sick, you're yellow.
"Just like me."
What a mess!
I forgot to lock last night. Like an idiot.
Morning, Bertie-boo!
- Sleep well? - Not funny.
- It is, though. - Not really.
OK, I gotta run.
- I'm running late. - I'll clean up.
- You sure? - Yes!
- When's Dad back? - Dunno. Meet us at the beach?
What're you doing?
Don't leave stuff lying around.
- What does that mean? - It's lying around.
Seriously...
Don't eat that.
Your sister ate the plants
of the experiment you were responsible for?
That's what you're telling me?
Exactly. Just before I left earlier.
So your sister's a vegetarian.
Not only. It's more complicated than that, but...
yes.
Marion, are you taking me for a ride?
Not at all.
This is unlike you. Out.
We've gone in lots of times!
Bertille, easy.
There. We're in.
It's still warm.
What did she say?
- She kicked me out. - Excuse me?
Out of her class.
She's thick.
She talked to admin after. She apologized at the cafeteria.
It grates on me. Funny how...
Easy! I'm gonna fall!
Get her out!
Something's wrong.
- Keep her out. - Hold her head.
- You good? - I got her.
Keep her head afloat.
Goddammit!
Look out, a wave!
Go get help. I'll hold her.
Breathe.
They're on their way.
Five minutes.
It's over.
What happened?
We were in the water,
she must've slipped, we got her out right away.
Broken arm.
Above the wrist. We put a cast on her. She's asleep.
Does she often have seizures?
Not that often, 2 or 3 times a year.
But she has these awful pains and I'm helpless.
Nothing seems to work.
Keeping her here isn't ideal.
- We'd have to tie her down. - No way.
When she wakes up, I'll take her home.
You go home.
- Can I see her? - Sure. Across the hall.
You OK?
I thought I'd lost her.
I understand.
So when was Rett syndrome diagnosed?
Five years ago.
And before that?
Before that, she suddenly stopped babbling.
Then she stopped
using her hands. Then she stopped speaking.
We consulted everyone.
Every doctor.
Every psychologist.
And obtained this diagnosis
that offers no answer at all.
No one knows.
It's a label they stuck on her forehead.
She can die any second, and...
we make do with that.
She asleep?
Yes.
You eating?
You know...
I dream about her.
She talks to me.
She smiles at me.
We're always in landscapes
and places that are incredible...
Doing stuff together.
Like what?
We have fun. We go to bars.
We drink and dance.
But then...
I look at her,
and realize our lives revolve around her.
Feeding her, wiping her bottom, washing her, drying her.
I talk to her, she never answers.
That's it.
I hold her, she doesn't feel a thing.
So I feel like...
even death won't hurt her.
I understand.
Every morning, I have a knot in my stomach.
I think maybe she died in her sleep.
Her life hangs by a thread, every day's a miracle.
But when we bathe her, when she eats, she's present.
When we talk to her, she's in her world, but present.
And in order to cope,
know what I do?
I tell myself her world's wonderful.
And we're a part of it.
We're a part of it.
That's how I cope.
It's paradise out here!
- Paradise ? - That's right.
She's insane!
The water's nice!
You're nuts, Marion!
You hungry?
Yeah.
A little.
Be right back.
Here.
I hope it's your restaurant.
It is.
- Know it? - No.
You coming?
Where?
To my grandma's.
Is this a joke?
I can't see a thing.
I'm too drunk.
You miss every time!
High school senior?
How do you know?
I'm bored stiff.
That's normal.
Common and normal.
But you seem to be doing OK.
Why'd you say that?
I dunno.
Tell me.
No, nothing.
D'you often follow people in the dead of night?
I could be a serial killer.
A pervert.
Ruthless.
Ruthless...
You don't look it.
Don't I?
Let's just say you're lucky.
Stop grinding, sweetheart.
Where were you?
Is her fever gone?
Almost. She's red.
That's nothing.
What are you doing?
Listen:
"Individually, genetic diseases are infrequent, rare even.
"But Europe counts 35 million cases.
"Furthermore, 50% of those diseases
"aren't diagnosed. When they are,
"it is often after many wasted years."
- So? - So...
"The Imagine Institute has proven its unique expertise
"by accelerating innovation for diagnosis and treatment."
What'll that change?
That I don't get to watch her die, that's what.
Understand?
- And Dad? - Home tomorrow.
What's he say?
He says that all children get fractures.
Did you remind him Bertille's had four or five ?
Tomorrow!
Please, tomorrow.
Wilmarc and his new girlfriend are coming for lunch.
Tell me you're here.
No. Not at all.
- Please. - I have class.
Class...
Marion!
Flight 1970 to Nice,
last call for Gilles Roussier.
Yeah?
I missed my flight.
The next one's in two hours.
Remember the Wilmarc lunch?
Yeah, I know.
What are you doing?
What am I doing?
Food shopping, since you missed your plane.
Sorry.
I should be home by...
Stop eating soap!
Easy.
Stop it.
What's up?
Nothing. She's annoying. Where were you?
Your dad missed his plane, so I had to shop.
- I'm late now. - Sorry, sweetie.
It's fine.
This is a nice top.
- We going out? - And how.
- I'm studying. - No way?
What?
You already have straight As.
Study like me, girl.
No thanks!
Besides, my dad's around.
- Never mind. Some other time. - Sucky.
Ilinka?
- Yes? - Over here.
Why's it always me?
Ready for Simone Biles, sir?
A lesson in grace.
I always wonder how your parents manage with your sister.
What d'you mean?
I don't know...
They must have no life.
You don't wonder how I manage?
I do.
Who is it?
- Who? - No one!
No one?
You're smiling at no one?
Show me, come on!
- No! - Who is it?
You have a nice place.
- Right, honey? - It's great.
Been living here long?
Two and a half years.
How old is she now?
She's 15.
Already!
Come with me.
- You knew her as a toddler? - Yeah. Little shrimp.
Hello, everyone!
There he is!
Took you long enough.
Good to see you. How are things?
- Good. You? - Yeah.
- Already in the water? - Waiting for you.
- Show me your moves. - Look.
- How are you? - And you?
I'm good.
Hey, Bertie-boo.
How's it goin'?
Sulking because I missed my plane?
Now you're laughing.
Are you laughing?
Do you forgive me?
You forgive me, don't you?
'Course you do.
There.
You're in.
What's going on?
Stay for dinner?
Thanks, but we're heading out early in the morning.
- We'll go back to our hotel. - Next time.
Bertille, time to get out.
- What's up? - Nothing, she's cold. It shows.
- Come on. - She's fine.
She's cold. She has goose bumps.
Come, baby.
You stay put.
Don't do a thing. As if everything were fine.
I'll get a towel. Wait here.
- Take mine. - Don't bother.
I got the message.
And spare me the judgy look.
- Don't like my daughter? - Madeleine.
What?
You think I'm oblivious?
The looks, the awkwardness.
They don't want to stay. They want to go home.
"How are you? How's Bertille? It's been ages.
"She's 15. Nice place." Enough.
No. Don't move.
It's too easy.
Hands off. Stay away from the monster.
Come, sweetheart.
Madeleine?
Did you get rid of them?
Stop it.
Stop.
Look how well your daughter dances.
- Look! - It's not their fault.
Stop it!
You and I should be like this.
Like this.
OK. Stop.
If we're not...
You're studying. Good.
Get in.
Wait, I have to pay.
Nah. I know the boss.
Where we going?
- So what are we eating? - Everything.
Taste and tell me.
I'm opening a restaurant in the Old Town of Nice.
I'm stealing their chef.
The guy you saw earlier.
He's a genius.
Expensive but worth it.
You don't have to finish.
You got it all.
Lunch is served!
Lunch is servito .
- What's wrong? - Nothing.
Let's go.
I saw a pediatrician
behind his back.
Because I was ashamed and...
he told me to stop comparing her to her sister Marion.
That children develop differently.
True.
Then one day, the syndrome was named, after many wasted years.
And I remember
leaving the hospital with Bertille,
I watched cars and people passing by...
The world
kept turning, and I felt like I'd been dropped
at the gates of hell.
That's normal.
Most parents react that way.
It's not easy to take in.
In fact, we shouldn't infer indifference or cruelty
in parents who snap
or even give up.
They usually lack help and resources.
In which case, it's our collective responsibility.
But really,
who can take such a truth head-on?
No one.
You've achieved amazing things with Bertille.
Do you realize that?
- I don't know. - You have.
- Want the run-down? - Yes. Sorry.
We'll try to establish a diagnosis
so as to name Bertille's illness,
find which gene is responsible,
and if research is being conducted.
Forgive me, I have a question.
I'm sure it's premature, but it haunts me.
My daughter Marion is 17, and I'm wondering if, eventually...
If she ever wants children.
If I were in your shoes, I'd wonder about that, too.
First and foremost, we have to detect Bertille's illness.
We'll take it one step at a time, with no preconceptions.
We shouldn't expect an immediate answer.
Think of it as imperfect medicine.
We observe,
and make progress.
Did it go well?
I'm a bit rattled.
I understand.
My little brother has a rare genetic disease.
That's why I got into research.
Have a nice day.
See you soon, Bertille.
Sure, but they're doing in-depth research
using advanced technology.
It's totally different.
Are you listening?
Hope at last. Why the long face?
The hope they offer... it's just a war.
A war we declare against an unknown entity.
The info lands in our lap,
stuff we don't understand in the least.
New words, new behaviors, new thinking.
It's supposedly useful, but in the end,
nothing changes. You know this.
We've been there. Sorry, it's too much for me.
What do you suggest?
Spend our lives distracting her?
Why not?
Bertille has an incurable illness.
That's how it is.
So the whys and wherefores...
Is it our fault?
Is it my fault?
Something went wrong. That's just how it is.
I need you on this.
OK.
It took three hotels before someone accepted us.
Typical.
He already has 4 or 5 restaurants on the coast.
It's just amazing.
Nice place, but the spot's wrong. It won't work.
Overtime, food and lodging... It doubles labor costs.
Have your team?
Yeah, but I'm paying a bundle.
Marion?
Interested in a summer job at Villefranche beach ?
No.
Shame.
What'll you do after graduation?
Nothing.
Feeling better?
I fell asleep.
Do you play?
Yeah.
Do you enjoy it?
Not anymore.
Why not?
I've known players.
Good reason.
I'll take you home.
What are you doing?
What?
What are you after?
Nothing.
You think you're gorgeous?
Irresistible?
What do you mean?
See how you acted tonight?
I invite you to someone's home, you conk out drunk.
I'm not some high-school pal.
Understand?
Can you get out?
Can you get out, please?
Not sleeping?
You OK?
Yeah.
Is Mom asleep?
Want a cup of tea?
Have you thought about next year?
Gimme a smoke.
You smoke?
Sometimes, on the sly.
You need to get some air.
We're in a bubble here.
Shut in.
We do our best with your sister and her strange life.
Prioritize yourself. Or someday, you'll be fed up.
With us, with you.
You'll suffocate. Understand?
Don't restrict yourself for us or Bertille.
Don't worry about that.
"The supreme happiness of life
"is the conviction that we are loved,
"loved for ourselves,
"and in spite of ourselves."
Victor Hugo.
Impressive.
You're still tipsy, aren't you?
Thomas on line
I'm sorry
Thomas off line
Léo, stop prying!
I'm not! I hooked them up.
Don't talk about Alya. I'm here.
- I'm helping him. - Bullshit.
- I set them up. - You're an idiot.
I know you are.
Get off the subject!
- ACL injury. - "Killed my career."
Watch out, guys!
The next winter-summer collection.
Check it out.
Sexy or what?
Wear those instead of peeing in the water.
Are you serious?
- It's not funny. - Sure it is.
- Take that off. - Give Léo one.
- Underwater model. - Take it off!
I'm kidding. It's just a joke.
Léo, shut up!
Having a good laugh?
Get out of my house.
Take that off, already!
OK, sorry.
Get out of my house!
Want me to stay?
You OK?
It'll take a while to get the test results.
And again, not all tests yield answers.
But we're looking
for the genetic mutation Bertille is suffering from.
Is it a spontaneous mutation,
or a hereditary one?
Is it in the genome? Is it a deletion?
A deletion?
When part of the genome is missing. As if melted off.
It's as if we accessed an encyclopedia
to see if there's a missing page.
Hey.
My parents'll be home soon.
OK,
see ya.
Are you crying?
- Not at all. - You are.
That's love.
You're crazy about me.
We've walked 7 km.
Seven?
Seems a lot.
- Here? - Yeah.
I got it.
What is it?
- It's OK. - Sorry.
Have a nice day.
Watch it! She'll sprain her ankle.
Bertille!
It's super dangerous!
There isn't any...
Any what?
"There isn't any..." Any what?
I'm still unpacking, you complain. Unbelievable.
- I'm not complaining. - You are.
All OK?
Yeah, I'm watching you.
It's freezing.
It's beyond me.
What are you expecting from the genetic tests?
Nothing.
Especially not a miracle.
You think I'm expecting a miracle?
I didn't say that.
But like I've said, I have no expectations.
I harbor no hopes.
You think Bertille doesn't either?
Remember when you missed your plane?
You were in Rome.
I was alone with Bertille, and your friends. Remember?
I think so.
You think?
That morning,
I tried to reach you. Early. Three hours before your flight.
You didn't answer.
I wanted you to get me coffee.
I called the hotel, spoke to your chief of staff.
He told me you'd just left.
Why tell me now?
It just came back as I was watching you.
Listen...
I hadn't slept at all. I was exhausted.
Me too.
I'm often exhausted.
Come on, Bertille!
Please!
Come on.
Come on!
You have some sense of humor. Come on.
Dad!
Come on, Bertie-boo.
Let's go!
How are you gonna carry her?
Like this.
The usual.
Only 6 km left!
Watch your head.
Naturally, these studies and their summaries
will be forwarded to your departments.
That went rather well.
Except for the Germans, as usual.
Honestly, I'm baffled. Three meetings, they're still hedging.
It's a pain.
François.
I have a second daughter.
There's Marion, whom you know,
and...
we had a second daughter.
Bertille.
Bertille?
I never told you about her.
Or anyone at the ministry.
I have a daughter,
who is 15
and disabled.
She doesn't speak.
She has a huge developmental delay.
OK.
Why have you never told me?
Because...
It's not easy. I was scared.
Scared of what?
When this happens to you,
it feels totally incomprehensible.
It gnaws at you.
Every time you look at your child, you blame yourself.
And you think everyone blames you.
Gilles, how could you ever think that we wouldn't support you?
It would've hindered my career.
So I'm going to need time...
to take care of her.
How did it go?
Well.
- Meaning? - Meaning...
that it went well.
Bertille talked a lot.
Talked?
Yes.
With words?
With words. Her words.
And you?
How are you?
Me?
Yes, I'm fine.
When do you go back to Paris?
In two weeks. On the 11th.
- Everything OK over there? - Yes.
I've written a note for the doctors and nurses.
There.
Here.
Thank you.
See you soon?
Child and adolescent psychologist
Dear colleague...
... stagnation... parental guilt...
... complicated pregnancy...
... closed facility be conceivable?
Hello, Gilles Roussier's voice mail. Leave a message.
Shit.
Did I wake you?
I slept at Fanny's.
What time is it?
10.
What's wrong?
All good. Just leaving the shrink's.
I need to get to school.
We leave in 5, can I call you later?
OK. Have a good day.
Love you. Bye.
Thomas?
Hi, Thomas's voice mail. I'm not available, leave a message.
You locked me in. I can't get out.
Call me back.
Shit!
What time is it?
3 p.m.
Fuck, I had class!
No big deal, is it?
I'll be reported. What do I tell my parents?
Man, you're annoying.
I leave work, come straight to you,
and you give me teenage bullshit!
Did you look on the desk?
No.
What's this?
Take a guess.
Try it on.
I don't think so.
It's not a proposal.
Just a little gift.
You earned it, right?
What are you doing??? Answer me!
I'm at a loss. She's in pain, but I can't give her more meds.
Mom, it has to stop.
I have my philosophy exam.
I know, Marion!
Stop!
Stop it!
She's OK.
Stop it!
You ready?
- Where are you? - We'll be outside.
- What did you guys do? - We drove around.
All night?
To let you sleep.
You're nuts.
Runs in the family.
OK, this is it.
Yeah.
Nervous?
I don't know. We'll see.
Sweetheart.
You may open the questions.
Oh, fuck.
Did we cover this?
We never covered this.
The Institute called.
One for To Our Loves.
- It's started. - OK.
We're joining Dad in Paris. The results are in.
And?
She has Phelan-McDermid syndrome. A micro-deletion of chromosome 22.
It's a gene. I'll explain.
They say those children truly love life.
They have wants, they understand things.
- Can you hear me? - Yeah.
They have your results, too.
You don't carry the gene.
If you want children later, there's no risk.
There's something else.
Her life expectancy is the same as anyone's.
You understand what that means?
She's going to live and grow up with us.
Sweetheart, gotta hang up. I'll call you back.
- When do they come home? - Tomorrow.
Crazy.
I dreamt of her last night.
Just the two of us. She talked to me.
- Bertille? - Yeah.
What did she say?
I don't remember.
I remember the sound of her voice.
Isn't that insane?
I was pregnant.
Say what? Pregnant?
In my dream, I was pregnant.
She kept touching my belly, talking to me.
You're the crazy one.
What happens now?
Nothing.
What would change?
I don't know...
What about when your parents die?
I'll be here.
I'll never leave her.
I won't leave you either.
"Is it the state's prerogative to decide what is just?"
The perks of having a Dad at the ministry.
So what'd you say?
I'll tell you later.
- Why not now? - I'll show you my draft.
OK.
- Can I have some more? - More what?
Just more.
Why? Finish what you have.
It's fine.
- I'm 17. It's just one glass. - That's not the point.
I'm celebrating my high school diploma.
- Did all your friends pass? - Yes.
- Fanny too? - With honors.
Really?
It was a breeze this year.
Very funny.
Where's the party tonight?
At Ilinka's.
Who's that?
You serious?
- What? - Come on, Gilles!
Ilinka. We're friends since I was 10.
You sure? OK, I got her now.
Semi-long hair.
What color?
Yeah, she's...
semi-tall.
I'll order you another one.
What's going on?
That's gross.
Well done, Bertille!
Go on, encourage her.
Well done.
Nice job.
Enjoy your meal.
Go get me some...
tiramisu, over there.
You ladies have an order?
But you're not eating, sweetheart.
You're not eating.
Anyone using their own plate?
Anyone eating normally?
One normal meal.
Just one!
Guys, everyone who passed with honors, raise your hand and yell!
Everyone who failed, heads down.
Champagne for everyone!
"Given Bertille's protocol, family therapy seems appropriate."
"A frequently absent father and overly attentive mother...
"seem to have stunted Bertille's development."
"Huge parental guilt,
"traceable to a complicated pregnancy."
Alcohol, drugs...
Both.
At the same time.
"Would institutionalization be conceivable?"
You think it's funny?
I do.
Why not show me sooner?
I called you right after. You didn't pick up.
Really? When was that?
You suck, sweetheart.
Thank you.
Guy's an asshole.
An asshole, and I'm glad we're done with him.
We entrust our kids to those people.
He wanted her locked up.
I could've slapped him.
Feels good.
Stop it.
What?
Let it go.
Why?
That's the way it is.
It's not like
we were a thing.
It's not nothing, though.
Antoine, come on!
We're celebrating graduation.
Don't play up the angst.
What do we do now?
Get drunk.
And do drugs.
I mean for Bertille.
We got our life sentence.
Are you serious?
No, I'm kidding.
You're a real dick tonight.
Yeah.
What?
When you ask, "What now,"
what do you mean?
What you just said. You mean us?
What are you saying?
That you're right.
There's nothing but Bertille.
Bertille when we go out, when we eat, Bertille on vacation...
In the tiniest details, there she is.
There is no us.
No room.
There's no us, and...
you're going to leave.
I don't understand.
You don't understand, or...
you don't want to say it?
What're you doing here?
You haven't called back.
Leave me alone! Can't I breathe a little?
Let's talk outside.
Let go! That hurts!
Do you think I give a shit?
About your shitty poker games, restaurants, fake blondes?
I'm taking you home.
- She said no. - Whaddaya want?
It's OK. I'm fine.
Get in.
- No. - Dammit, don't start.
I'd rather walk.
Stop playing with me!
Sorry.
I'm sorry.
Really.
Sorry.
You're burning up.
What?
- Ham and mushroom? - For me. Thank you.
Thank you.
A Caprese and a Carbonara for table 4.
Your sister's disappeared!
- What? - I'm getting your father.
- We'll drive around. - I'm coming.
She's my sister.
It's me. It's me.
Bertille. It's me.
It's me.
It's Marion.
I found her.
Where are you?
End of the Promenade, by the airport.
Stay put. We're on our way.