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(Birds chirping)

(Birds cawing)

(Birds chirping)

TO ALL THOSE WHOSE BRAINS
WILL DECOMPOSE BEFORE THEIR HEARTS

(Train passing by)

(Slow deep stringed music)

(Siren wailing in distance)

(Music continues in the room)

(Husband chuckles)

Everything's ready.

OK.

(Music continues)

(Birds chirping)

- Some wine?
- Yes. Yes.

Stop. Stop. Thanks.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Life's a dream, isn't it?

Yes.

Life is a dream within a dream.

(Wife) Hm.

To us.

- To us.
- To us.

(Instrumental music fading)

(In French) ♪ We are so very little

♪ My friend the rose

♪ Told me so this morning

♪ I was born at dawn

♪ Baptised with dew

♪ I bloomed

♪ Happy and in love

♪ In the sun's rays

♪ I closed myself at night

♪ And woke up old

(Classical guitar)

♪ Yet I was so beautiful

♪ The most beautiful

♪ Flower in your garden

♪ We are so very little

♪ My friend the rose

♪ Told me so this morning

♪ The god who made me

♪ Bows my head

♪ And I feel I am falling

♪ Falling

♪ My heart is almost bare

♪ I've one foot in the grave

♪ I'm already gone

♪ You admired me yesterday

♪ And I will be dust

♪ Tomorrow for good

♪ We are so very little

♪ My friend the rose

♪ Died this morning

♪ The moon tonight

♪ Watched over my friend

♪ In my dreams I saw

♪ Dazzling and bare

♪ Her soul dancing

♪ Beyond the clouds

♪ And smiling down on me

♪ Believe he who can believe

♪ I need to hope

♪ Or I am nothing

♪ Or else I am so very little

♪ As my friend the rose

♪ Told me yesterday ♪

(Classical guitar)

(Distant traffic noise)

(Distant shouting)

(Clock ticking)

(Shouting and noises continue)

(Dog barking in distance)

(Indistinct shouting)

(Car horn honking)

(Clock ticking)

(Distant thud)

(Motorcycle passing by)

(Dog barking)

(Siren wailing)

(Thud)

(Clock ticking)

(Husband grunts softly)

(Radio) 'We will discuss
the grieving process,

the importance of rituals,
the notion of resilience,

post-mourning awareness

and subjective experiences
of contact with the deceased

with our guests,
Dr Boris Cyrulnik,

neuropsychiatrist,
essayist and ethologist,

Dr Christophe Fauré,
psychiatrist and psychotherapist,

and journalist Stéphane Allix,

author and founder of the Institute
for Research into Extraordinary Experiences.'

'Christophe Fauré discusses
the grieving process.'

(Fauré) 'The grieving process
is the natural, intelligent process,

intrinsic to our being,

that accompanies the healing
of the violent, brutal wound

caused by death.'

'It will heal the wound

and let us go from
an external, objective bond

with the person we could hear,
see, talk to and hug

to a subjective internal bond

where we never lose them.'

'It's the opposite of oblivion.'

'On the contrary,
it's called introjection:

internalisation
of the loved one's presence forever.'

(Host) 'If you love someone
who's bereaved

and you feel helpless or awkward,

Dr Fauré stresses the importance
of opening up a dialogue,

not leaving things unspoken.'

'Asking about their bonds
with the deceased,

how they died, evoking memories...'

(Peeing)

'...or saying their name
helps the griever maintain interaction,

favouring the integration process.'

(Music on radio)

(Wife) Hm.

(Phlegmy coughing)

(Host) 'The grieving process
is accompanied by rituals.'

'Boris Cyrulnik.'

(Cyrulnik) 'We cannot leave
to rot on the ground

the body of someone we still love,

someone who lives on
in our heart, in our mind.'

'We love someone who has gone.'

'We need to invent a grave.'

'We've done it
since Neanderthal times.'

'The body is laid
in a meaningful position,

flower petals are scattered,

food is deposited
for the journey to the afterlife,

and tears are shed.'

'Mr and Mrs Neanderthal
knew how to speak.'

'I imagine they must
have spoken like today.'

'When we lose someone,
a loved one,

we carve their name in stone.'

'Carving the name keeps them alive.'

'We put their photo on a tombstone,

lay flowers around it,

keeping them alive in our memory

when we know they are really dead.'

'So, the grieving ritual is...'

'Every culture has a grieving ritual.'

'It gives the deceased dignity,

and us too,

for, if we left the loved one's body
to rot on the ground,

we would be ashamed.'

'We have to make a tomb

and we have to perform
a social ritual.'

'We cry, but we are together.'

'It gives the death meaning.'

'Our first response was

the tomb as an artwork.'

(Host) 'Mm.'

(Cyrulnik) 'Egyptians made artworks.'

'We are still unearthing them.'

'It's interesting
for the universal human condition,

the representation of death.'

'It differs from the perception
of a dead person.'

'A dead body is a corpse.
Death is a spirituality.'

(Host) 'In Western society
it has been kept at a distance,

as have the rituals,
traditions and social codes

that go with the loss
of a loved one.'

'To what end?'

(Fauré) 'It's linked
to technological progress,

which has been beneficial.'

'But in the '50s and '60s

accompanying the dying

moved away from the home.'

'The ancestral practices...'

(Flushes toilet)

'...but which put death
at a distance from society.

'It's become medical.'

'Care lies with technicians,
with experts,

and we have removed it
from society.'

(Coffee gurgles)

(Radio continues, indistinct)

(Husband exhales)

(Chair squeaks)

Don't!

Leave it.

(Door creaks)

(Loud footsteps upstairs)

(Wife sighs)

(Husband sighs deeply)

(Traffic noise)

(Indistinct chatter on the street)

(Baby crying)

(Car horn honking)

(Traffic noise)

(Indistinct chatter)

(Baby crying)

(Wife's footsteps dragging)

(Traffic noise grows louder)

(Door creaks)

(Distant shouting)

(People chatting)

(Distant whistling)

(Door beeps)

(Door beeps)

Can I help you?

(Cheerful music)

Uh...

Toys...?

Down on the right.

(Mobile beeps)

(Beep)

(Beep)

(Beep)

- (Ringing tone)
- (Mobile ringing)

- (Ringing tone)
- (Mobile ringing)

- (Ringing tone)
- (Mobile ringing)

(Husband sighs)

- (Ringing tone)
- (Mobile ringing)

(Indistinct voice on the phone)

(Music continues in the shop)

(Traffic noise)

(Indistinct radio in the house)

(Cyrulnik) '...and then
their brains function again.'

'If they are not reassured,
the brain is siderated

and the brain scan shows
it no longer works.'

'So, they need to be reassured,

and when that's done,
they need to be encouraged

to make sense
of what has happened.'

'They need to talk.'

'Speech becomes affective.'

'Emotions are triggered by speaking.'

'It makes sense.'

'Why has this happened?'

'How to move forward?'

'It's biological and psychological.'

(Host) 'You differentiate between
traumatic memory and healthy memory.'

'How does that work?'

(Cyrulnik) 'Healthy memory
is progressive.'

'We keep reorganising

the memory of what happened.'

'It's not the past returning.'

'It's the representation of the past,

our notion of what happened.'

'It shifts with time and people.'

'We don't see things
as we did before.'

'Inevitably, as we age,

our childhood memories

are not as vivid
as when we were teens.'

'The representation of our past shifts.'

- 'Memories of past events change.'
(Owner) Did you find it?

'That is healthy memory.'

'It evolves.'

'Traumatic memory is trapped.
It stops moving.'

(Radio continues, indistinct)

(Owner) How are you doing?

(Locks door)

(Stomping feet)

(Traffic noise)

(Radio chatter in the shop)

(Door clicks loudly)

(Door creaks, then clicks)

- Vuk?
- Coming!

You there? Vuk?

Oh, there you are.

- Have you seen my wife?
- Not at all.

Was she here?

- Was she here?
- Not today.

If you see her,
tell her I'm looking for her.

OK. It's good you came.
I found you a book or two.

For your work.

Hang on.

What is it?

Here.

They're on symbolism and dreams.

It all ties in with your work.

- Yeah, my book.
- It's going well?

Yes, but...I have to find my wife.

Shall I keep them?

Yes. Thank you.

I won't be at the meeting.
I've got too much work on.

- But I'll call you.
- OK.

If I see her,
I'll say you're looking for her.

Yes. Thank you. Ciao.

- Take care.
- Thanks.

(Siren wailing in distance)

(Motorcycle passing by)

- Hello.
- Hello. Have you seen my wife?

- At the back.
- Oh.

Sir. She's here.

Ah.

Oh.

Where were you?

I looked everywhere.

All over.

Eh?

Why did you leave?

Let's go home.

- You like it?
- Hm.

How much?

- Five euros.
- OK.

Here, for you.

Thanks.

(Radio chatter continues)

Come home.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Be careful.

Come.

Careful.

(Train passing by)

(Door creaks)

- Huh?
- Yes.

Huh?

What did you do?

- Nothing.
- Oh!

- Nothing.
- Nothing?

You went out, left the door open,

and no one knew where you went.

Where have you been?

I was at the pharmacy.

No.

No.

That's a lie.

Impossible. I went there.

I talked to everyone

who works there.

They all know you, all of them,

and none of them saw you.

You didn't go there.

Stop scaring me.

No. You're scaring me.

What scares you?

That you'll get lost

in the city,

that you'll get...

attacked by a thug,

a dealer.

It's a dangerous city.

- No.
- Yes, it is.

- No.
- Yes, it is.

And you swan around it.

It scares me.

- People are kind.
- No.

You think so, but they're not.

They're horrible.

The world is full of madmen

and horrible people.

Full of them.

Understand?

I don't believe it.

You don't believe it?
It's the truth.

No, it's not.

Well, OK...

I've made my point.

So, you'll stop?

- You'll kill me.
- No. I don't want to hurt you.

Hurt me? Sì, OK, vabbè.

I'll be OK.

I have to work,

write my book.

It's important.

- Very.
- OK.

It's about films

and dreams.

It's an important book.

(Wife) Mm-hm.

Please, really. Please.

Eh? Really.

OK. Thank you.

Ciao.

(Husband coughing)

(Wife sighs)

(Mobile beeps)

(Beep)

(Beep)

(Ringing tone)

(Ringing tone)

(Ringing tone)

(Ringing tone)

(Ringing tone)

(Indistinct voice on the phone)

(Clock ticking)

(Phone beeps)

Please call me back.

Really.

Thanks.

(Husband sighs deeply)

(Indistinct chatter on radio)

(Husband sighs)

(Siren wailing in distance)

(Indistinct radio chatter)

(Husband stomping)

(Mobile beeps)

(Beep)

(Beep)

(Indistinct voice on the phone)

- (Beep)
- Claire, answer. Answer me.

Please.

I need to talk to you.

I need...to hear your voice.

Please.

Claire.

(Motorcycle passing by)

(Music playing outside)

(Husband stomping)

(Radio chatter continues)

(Husband sighs)

(Husband grunts softly)

(Dramatic music on TV)

(Radio chatter continues)

(Bells tolling on TV)

(Bells continue)

(Radio chatter continues)

(Bells continue)

(Cups clatter)

(TV stops)

(Husband grunts softly)

(Radio chatter continues)

(Door creaks)

(Mobile beeps)

(Beep, beep)

(Ringing tone)

(Ringing tone)

(Ringing tone)

Hello? Jean-Baptiste?

It's me, yes.

You OK?

I need you.

You know, I'm writing a book

on film

and dreams.

I've already come up with a title.

"Psyche".

(Jean-Baptiste speaking, indistinct)

You like it.

Uh, I'm glad.

And also, I found a line,

a great line by Edgar Allan Poe.

"Is all that we see or seem...?"

"Is all that we see
but a dream within a dream?"

It's grandiose.

I wanted to put that line,

uh...

at the start.

Yes, true.

(Jean-Baptiste speaking, indistinct)

No doubt. No doubt.

I also think that...

cinema is...

I mean, a movie theatre

is the greatest,
most appropriate atmosphere

to, uh...

expose our dreams,

to tell them,

because it's all dark

and you have no contact with anyone.

It's like being in bed,

sleeping, dreaming.

Cinema is that.

A big dream.

All cinema. All cinema.

Not just films about dreams,

about...

All films. All films are dreams.

Yes.

(Jean-Baptiste speaking, indistinct)

Yes, the line I wrote.

(Jean-Baptiste speaking, indistinct)

"The dreamer is awake", sì.

Sure. I'll ask my publisher
if he likes it.

(Chuckles)

(Radio chatter continues)

I think in a cinema,
when the spectators dream,

they don't see the dream,

they see some symbols.

Sometimes.

But most are in a state

of continual relaxation,

like...

as if they were...

in a dream.

Caught in a situation,

uh...

a wonderful situation,

with things

that are in the sky.

Symbols, as Freud said.

He says that...

Like, the sea is your mother,

but it also means,

uh...

sex.

Big sex

when you dream of the ocean.

Huge sex.

Huge sensuality.

That's... That's true.

Sometimes,

I can't say I've never dreamt...

I dream,

but not always the way Fellini did,

or Mizoguchi.

(Chuckles)

(Jean-Baptiste speaking, indistinct)

(Radio chatter continues)

Sì.

That's true, very true.

It's really the core issue.

Bravo.

OK.

Talk soon.

Ciao. Ciao.

(Beep)

(Clock ticking)

(Husband) Stéphane, can you come?

Stéphane?

Mum, have you called Nathalie?

Uh, Nathalie?

Yes, Nathalie.

Your assistant,
your former assistant.

You didn't call?

- No, she didn't.
- Did you?

No, I didn't because...

- She has to do that.
- Yes, but...

She left me two messages.

- Ah...
- About the brain scan.

Another one.

- No.
- Yes.

Yes. It's important.

Dad's worried and me too.

You're a psychiatrist,
you should be reasonable.

We'll call her later.

Just one appointment.
I'll come with you.

OK?

- OK?
- OK.

(Wife sighs deeply)

Go and see Kiki.

These are her pills.

- Like a cocktail.
- They're all mixed up.

Your pills and Mum's?

Yes. Not many of them are mine.

- Even if...
- Most of them are hers.

Kiki was playing with them.

- Put them away.
- Look at this.

That's really strong.
Did Mum write the prescription?

No, the psychiatrist did.

- She saw one?
- Sì.

- Really?
- The psychiatrist...

He gave her this?

- He did, he gave her that.
- (Wife) Hey! Hey...

Wait.

What? What is it?

(Wife mumbles)

What is it, Mum?

(Wife mumbles)

What's up?

What?

(Whispering) Take me home.

- Take me home.
- You are home.

No, I want to go home.

What?

(Whispering) Look at me.
What's wrong?

I...

I want to go home.

(Mumbles)

- We are home.
- No.

- Yes.
- No. No.

Look at me.

(Whispering) There's...

There's that man...

...following me everywhere.

Why is he here?

Who? Dad?

No, no, no.

That's Dad.

(Stéphane) Um...

Dad, go and see Kiki.

Will you come with me?

Will you?

Give me your hand.

Don't let go.

Come here. Don't let go.

(Kiki mumbles)

(Wife) What's that?

You OK?

What are you looking at?

(Husband coughs)

What's wrong?

Huh?

(Whispering) I'm scared.

Scared?

Is that what you said?

I don't know.

We're...

We're here.

We're here.

(Wife sighs)

This is the living room.

(Quietly) I...

I don't...

Look at me.

Who am I?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Um...

I'm Stéphane. Huh?

- Oh.
- Yes.

Who am I?

Stéphane.

(Wife sighs)

(Wife sniffles)

No! Mum! Oh.

It's me.

You can't kiss my lips.

Um...

OK, Dad?

I've got the DVD you wanted.

Shall we watch?

Mum?

Sit here.

(DVD player whirring)

(Piano music on TV)

(Indistinct)

(On TV) 'We observe the world...

...to understand it...

...and evolve in it.'

'Intelligence helped us make tools

to understand the infinitely small

and the infinitely large.'

Coming, Kiki.

(TV) 'For over a century,
psychologists, biologists,

geneticists and neuroscientists

have dissected, analysed

and measured our world.'

'We have invented computers

and walked on the moon,

but contrary to what we think,

our intelligence is not growing.'

'Today, science explores
the many facets of our intelligence.'

'But do scientists really know...?'

No, let's not add problems.

But you know,
there's a big word in life.

Love.

(Chuckles)

I loved you.

I left you four messages.

You didn't answer.

You...

You stay here, OK?
I'm going to see Dad. I'll be right back.

Yes. True.

True. True. True.

(Dialogue on TV continues)

Yes.

(Door opens)

Yes, there was...someone.

OK.

No, my wife is in bed, asleep.

My son.

He's here.

OK.

OK, I hope so.

Thank you. Thank you, my love.

Yes, right, I...

I'll be strong.

Remember her?

Who's that?

Paulette?

- Nearly.
- Paulette?

- Pauline.
- Pauline. Pauline.

- Pauline.
- Pauline.

Whose mum is she?

I don't know.

Who's Pauline?

Whose mum is she?

She's... What's your name?

- Kiki.
- Kiki.

That's when...

We were in Berlin.
You took the photos.

You take good photos.

Eh? You took good photos.

Do you know that?

(Sighs) Pouf.

- Pouf.
- Pouf.

- Pouf.
- Pouf.

Does Dad cook?

How do you manage?

You cook?

Can you say a sentence?

Just one.

Now and then!

Who does the shopping? Is it Dad?

(♪ "Gracias a la Vida" on the radio)

You'll hurt yourself.

- Does it hurt?
- Your hand.

You hurt your hand.

I saw... I saw that!

♪ Que me ha dado tanto

♪ Me dio dos luceros

♪ Que cuando los abro

♪ Perfecto distingo...

Oh...

A bit of quiet!

Gently.

- Play gently.
- (Wife crying)

♪ Gracias a la vida

♪ Que me ha dado tanto...

You're crying.

Why?

What happened?

She's not well.

Did Kiki...scare you?

♪ Graba noche y días...

Did Kiki scare you?

Dad, don't say that.
Kiki didn't make her cry.

No, but he did a bit.

- He does things like that!
- He's playing.

- He's playing, but in a way...
- Yes, but don't get angry.

Dad, calm down!

He's playing, but in a way...

We're at the table,
not in the street.

(Grunts)

Play quietly.

Grandpa and Grandma are tired.
Play quietly.

♪ Las palabras

♪ Que pienso y declaro

♪ Madre, amigo, hermano

♪ Y luz alumbrando

♪ La ruta del alma del que estoy

♪ Amando

♪ Gracias a la vida

♪ Que me ha dado tanto...

My love...

♪ Me ha dado la marcha...

My love...

♪ De mis pies cansados

♪ Con ellos anduve

♪ Ciudades y charcos

♪ Playas y desiertos, montañas...

Don't cry.

I can't stand it.

No.

♪ Gracias a la vida...

Feeling OK?

You're OK?

♪ Me dio el corazón

♪ Que agita su marco

♪ Cuando miro el fruto

♪ Del cerebro humano...

Yes, smile.

Yes, smile.

A little smile.

Good, that's lovely.

It's nice. It's beautiful.

You are so sweet.

So beautiful.

Don't put it in your mouth.

♪ Que me ha dado tanto...

What can I do for you?

What can I do for you?

Huh? Tell me.

Say it.

What can I do?

♪ Mi canto

♪ Y el canto de ustedes
que es el mismo...

Say it.

♪ Canto...

(Whispering) Be...

I'll do it. Tell me.

♪ Gracias a la vida
que me ha dado tanto...

(Whispering) Be here.

- Be here? He is.
- Yes.

- Dad's here.
- (Chuckles)

- All three of us are.
- Yes.

- And Kiki.
- All the family.

With noisy Kiki.

It's lovely.

It's the most beautiful thing.

Huh?

Your son.

Our son.

So handsome.

(Husband chuckles)

- She's very ill.
- I know.

You've seen. You know.

- I didn't know.
- No...

- When I was here three weeks ago...
- True. True.

She's...

Every day she's worse.

- Why?
- It's a disease with no cure.

No drugs, no pills.

There are solutions.

Solutions?

They're like water.

- No.
- Yes, they are.

Sit up.

The psychiatrist said so.

- They're like water.
- Have you seen one?

Yes, often.

She's declining.

Like this, downhill.

Going downhill, constantly.

You didn't tell me
it was getting worse.

(Chuckles ironically)

Why?

- Because...
- Why worry you?

You have your life, your son.

You have lots going on, your work.

But Dad,
you can't handle this alone.

Mum is writing her own prescriptions.
Don't deny it, I know.

But the pharmacist knows her.

When she goes in,

he doesn't give her what she wants.

Drugs that don't work.

Or things that are bad for the brain.

But you're...

I follow her, but it's not easy.

But I asked, I...

You must be strong.

- I can't.
- You must be strong.

Like me. Sometimes I'm strong,
sometimes I'm not.

I called ten days ago
to see if you spoke to Nathalie.

You said you did, but you didn't.

- No, I didn't.
- I know.

You say you're managing
but you're not.

No.

Pauline. How is she?

I told you she was in hospital.

- Yeah.
- Again.

Do you see her?

- Huh?
- Do you see her?

When we do things for Kiki

or with the social worker.

Her last fit two months ago
was really...

...violent.

It was tough on Kiki.

It's my fault.

No, it's not.

Illness is not our fault.
Mum's illness isn't my fault.

But the drugs, Dad...

Your wife's illness isn't your fault.

It's...

These things happen. It's fate.

- No.
- Yes, it's fate,

moving through the city.

It moves, then strikes.

It strikes, and strikes.

It acts.

And illness comes.

And you? How's the money?

There is none. It's gone.

Gone?

- Really?
- I never have any.

You know that.

You didn't find a good job?

Sure.

I do a documentary...

- Oh.
- Or some editing, stuff like that.

It's fine.

I get my benefits.

I do enough hours.
But I spend the money.

Hm.

It's the same for both of us.

We're broke.

Yes.

Cheers. To the future.

Don't push it with Claire.

It's just one more thing
to worry about.

Oh, I...

I call, but she...

- Never answers.
- No, never answers.

- It's tricky for her.
- Of course.

It's been 20 years.

Us two.

In love. We travelled everywhere.

It...

...meant a lot to me.

But now...

- ...it's almost over.
- It's over?

Not yet, but almost.

Almost.

That's...

That's our life.

All messed up.

Still smoking?

Yes.

Yes.

Maybe I'll kill myself.

Because...

Remember the issues I've had?

Do you take your pills?

Totally.

- Totally?
- Totally, every day.

Four pills, always.

Without them...

It's too dangerous.

I'd die.

And you?

Do you take the drugs
the doctor prescribed you?

I have substitutes.

- Hm.
- But I don't like them.

They just...

There's no pain, but it's crap.

It's crap, huh?

(Wife and Kiki chatting)

Son, our house is full of drugs.

- And druggies.
- Indeed.

And Mum?

She's the most...

- The least druggie of all of us.
- Yes.

Really.

Be careful with what she takes.

- Don't get mixed up.
- I don't.

She's taking super-strong drugs.

- (Wife) Perfect.
- I know.

I know the pills are very strong.

I'm very careful.

(Husband sniffs)

It's a life...

- A life...
- A life between drugs.

We're really...

...almost slaves to drugs.

(Siren wailing outside)

(Traffic noise)

You know...

...he doesn't sleep at night.

He's crazy.

What do you mean?

Because...

He leaves papers everywhere.

It's a mess.

I try to tidy.

But I can't.

You don't have to tidy.

I go crazy.

(Husband coughs)

So, what I'm going to do...

...is prescribe him Neuroplax.

- No.
- Yes.

Don't do that.

I can do it.

It's good when you're here.

You must talk to Nathalie
about the prescriptions.

You can't do them anymore.

Yes, I can.

- They know me at the pharmacy.
- Sure, but...

I have my doctor's card.

- Can I take this for Kiki?
- Yes. Take what you want.

In case he gets hungry later.
That and a yoghurt.

OK.

- Take more.
- No.

Do you have to go?

Yes.

She's fetching him tomorrow.

Why not sleep here?

Not tonight.

OK.

I'll get Kiki.

- Kiki...
- Yes, Daddy?

Put your cars away.

- We're leaving.
- Now?

Coming?

Yes, Daddy.

- OK?
- Yes.

Kiki and I are going.

- OK?
- OK.

- You're off?
- Yes.

Um, can you lend me 200 euros?

My card got swallowed.
Stupid me.

Thanks.

Be...

Be careful with the drugs
Mum gives you.

Drugs?

Do you think she'll poison me?

- No.
- No?

She doesn't want to poison you.

- Oh.
- She...

She thinks she's still a doctor
who can prescribe drugs.

- She's mixed up.
- OK.

So, keep your pills separate.

- Be careful.
- Yes. Thanks.

- Love you.
- Me too.

(Husband grunts softly)

(Snoring softly)

(Indistinct radio chatter)

(Wife sighs loudly)

(Indistinct radio chatter)

I smell gas.

Gas!

What have you done?

Gas!

(Gas hissing)

What have you done?

- You're mad!
- It's OK.

- Mad! Mad!
- It's OK.

Mad!

(Construction work in street)

(Monitor whirring)

(Whirring stops)

(Phlegmy cough)

I've tidied your desk.

What?

- I've tidied your desk...
- My papers!

On the desk!

You put them in the toilet!

That's...!

It's a disaster!

A total disaster!

You want to kill me!

Always!

This house has become...

...a real nightmare!

You destroyed...

...my papers!

My book!

(Wife mumbles)

All my papers.

All I wrote.

I can't say you are mad.

You're beyond mad.

(Shower running)

(Husband crying)

(Husband wheezing)

(Stéphane) Dad,
I don't know how to help.

You are getting to a stage
where Mum is losing it.

You've got heart problems.

It's bad.

And it's getting worse
for both of you.

I'm worried about Mum.

She told me about a home...

...where you can have your things.

They're flats.

But there are nurses and carers,

psychologists, psychiatrists.

There's a room for a couple...

...available in...

...a month or two.

It's rare to find room for two.

But I don't want that.

I don't want to leave this house...

...where we've lived all our life.

It holds...

...our past, our things,

reminders of our lives.

Mine and hers.

- But...
- Our work.

Our books.

All this is part of our...

...life.

We can't leave this house.

You can take things.

Hundreds of books?

Journals? Magazines?

Impossible.

We'd have to throw most of it away.

I'm not throwing away my past.

- But...
- I...

- I work here and...
- You can work there.

No, I couldn't.

You're deluded.

- Impossible.
- You haven't seen it.

I won't go

with my wife to a flat
that's a hospital,

uh, for... for...

for people
who are wrong in the head.

- No.
- But Mum is wrong in the head.

No, she's suffering
from a serious, incurable disease

which is well known.

Young psychiatrists specialise in it.

Have you called them?

Yes, I have.

Yes, I have a list.

Nathalie says you haven't.

(Mumbles)

But I have a list
of young psychiatrists

who are specialised in this disease.

We've spoken.

- But, Dad...
- There's no cure for this disease.

Precisely,
so you can't manage alone.

Don't say you've called them
when you haven't.

I called.

To get a list.

A long list in your office.

You called,
but Mum hasn't seen anyone.

- Have you seen a psychiatrist?
- No, but... (Mumbles)

Mum, have you seen a psychiatrist?

I talked to one.

I don't care if you called.

- Stop talking about me.
- I met one at the lab.

I've talked about it.

Everyone knows this disease.

It's well known.

Everyone knows about it.

(Mumbles)

Dad...

It'd be better

if I was dead.

- Don't say that.
- Mum...

- Why are you saying that?
- Don't.

- It's not true.
- It's not true.

You're with us.

Alive, talking, moving forwards.

You have a past to share.

No.

Sorry.

I'm really sorry.

Don't be sorry, Mum.

We're just looking for solutions,

good ones.

Dad, I can't help you properly.

I can't.

If Mum falls over...

- You never come over.
- Dad...

Almost never.

Yes, I do, whenever I can.

I don't want to be mean,

but if anyone has to go...

...to a clinic, a hospital,

or a home,

it's you.

You have problems to solve.

But Dad, I tried.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

It's OK.

It's the first time we've talked.

It's important.

It's the first time
we've opened our souls.

- The first time.
- I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

Dad, when I...

I'm not against you.

That's not the point.

I'm not.

That's not...

You don't want to be mean...

...but it's stupid to say
I should be in a clinic.

- Yes.
- That's not the point.

It's not!

I'm trying...

I'm...

I help at the association.
I have a social worker.

I don't come much
because I'm trying...

...to sort myself out.

(Wife mumbles)

When I went...

Mum...

Sorry.

- For what?
- For what?

For what?

You're not guilty.

Of anything.

When you...

...put me in the mental hospital...

- Yes.
- ...you were doing your best.

Yes.

- You didn't...
- For you.

You didn't say it was a cage
or a prison.

You meant well.

Yes, just for a while.

- Listen to me.
- Yes.

That's irrelevant.
It was a mental hospital.

You meant well and it was good.
From then on, even though I didn't...

Things happened.

I had a focus, I had support.

I had...

I could do things healthily.

You meant well.

I can't take care of you properly.

If Mum falls, you can't pick her up.
If she's lost, you don't know where to go.

If you fall...
You had a stroke three years ago.

If you fall, what does Mum do?

Sometimes she doesn't know who she is,
or you, or even the neighbour.

- Yes.
- True?

I'm dealing with it.

I've asked my friends,

journalists, writers, important people.

(Mumbles)

For a man, not a woman.
Women are too weak.

A strong man

who can help pick her up if need be,

go out with her in the street.

You've met them?

No, I have names on a list.

Just names and lists.

One man in particular

who lived with a family.

Everyone knows him.
They say he's a good man.

So what?

And I also found

a new psychiatrist.

- I have a list.
- Dad, I'm...

I'm not accusing you.

(Wife mumbles)

I'm not accusing you.

I know you're trying.
You make lists and phone calls.

But there is no one here
to help you.

You told me I often lied to you.

Right?

OK?

I'd lie so you wouldn't worry.

Now you're lying, Dad.

Don't say you're not.

I know you make lists.

But I can't help you.

I can't even help myself.

With Kiki we have a custody worker

who says you can do this but not this.

I can't help you.

The little I do,
you don't follow up.

You say you make lists.
I trust you, I know you do.

I want someone more capable
than me or you two to help.

Let's make her feel...

...good.

Good.

Your son and your husband love you.

For sure.

They'll help you.

Dad, I don't want

to lecture you, OK?

Everyone...

I just...

Mum is lucid today,

she's stable.

I just want...

I want us to talk.

You like lists.
Let's list some good ideas.

Just good ones.

Don't reject them all.

Maybe a home is not a good idea.

Maybe there are some ideas
we could copy.

About carers. We could ask.

If not that home, another one.

I want us to agree on a process.

I want you to...

be rid of me.

What do you mean?

Of course, it's tiring and tense,
but we're talking.

If we don't, it's crap.

You'd have talked to your patients,
wouldn't you?

You'd have talked to your patients.

You'd say, "Something's wrong."

"We can do this, change that."

- Yes or no?
- Hm.

Hm. Yes.

Yes.

Us too, awkwardly perhaps,

because Dad is Italian and shouts.

And I'm stubborn.

Dad?

We're clumsy, that's all.

Talking is important.

(Wife mumbles)

It would be...

We're a small family,

really small.

- Not big.
- Three people.

And Kiki.

No one else.

- A small family.
- I'm a bit tired.

- You're tired?
- A bit.

Do you want coffee, tea?

Yes.

Dad, coffee?

No, thanks. Water.

(Mumbling) Let's pretend...

...everything's normal.

(Traffic noise)

(People chatting)

Do you have a cigarette?

(Train passing by)

(Car horn honking)

(Distant shouting)

Got any kits?

We need two or three shoot kits.

Two or three?

Go for three.

Thanks.

And a crack pipe.

Need a stick?

Uh, sure, why not.

Paper towels, water?

No.

No.

We're cool.

OK, take care.

We shifted a lot of needles today.

(Siren wailing in distance)

- There's fewer people now.
- Yeah.

(Train passing by)

How's your mum?

So-so.

Old age sucks.

No kidding.

Ageing or smack, which to choose?

We don't choose.

She takes more drugs...

...than us or them.

How are you bearing up?

Not great.

Hang on, dudes. Hello.

We're closing.

Give me some kit.

- Please.
- One each.

We're closing. Sticks?

- For my friend.
- You know the score.

He's coming.

When?

He can come on his own.

- We'll be here tomorrow.
- OK.

Tell him to come.

- OK.
- We're here every day.

- Bye.
- Take care, guys.

Closing time.

(Friend) The memory of film.
That's our next issue.

And we could use it
to get some money.

We are the memory of film.

And you, you're writing a book.

I'm writing a book.

A book on... on film and dreams.

Great! Great! Great!

Dreams, memory...

- What fires dreams?
- It's not the same.

No, it's not. It's different.

- I talk about...
- It's totally linked.

It's completely different.

Who's for coffee?

Me.

Excuse me.

How's your wife?

Not good.

At all.

(Conversation continues)

What is it?

What is it?

You're avoiding me.

That's what.

We can't discuss it here.
Come. Come.

(Conversation continues)

(Indistinct whispering)

- Is something up?
- No.

- Really?
- Yes.

We need a break.

I still love you.

I still feel the same.

I'm still in love with you.

Truly.

- Deeply.
- I know. Me too.

- I miss you.
- It breaks my heart.

I miss you.

Your kindness, your love.

Your tenderness.

I miss you.

We must go back.

(Conversation continues)

(Laughter)

(Train passing by)

(Car horn honking)

(Traffic noise)

(Car horn honking)

Steph, Steph, Steph...

Steph!

Can I come to yours?

- No.
- Can I smoke at yours?

Please.

Let me in, please.

If you want something...
Smack? I can get you smack.

I know a guy.
He's got mean shit.

The best to shoot up. I swear.

It's clean.

Not far away.

- I'll score it for you.
- I haven't got any money.

Well, whenever you want.

I'm here.

Let me smoke inside.

If you change your mind,

I'm here.

- Go on.
- OK, come in.

(Laboured breathing)

(Groaning)

Oh, God.

(Laboured breathing)

(Groaning)

(Groaning gets louder)

(Raspy breathing)

(Clock ticking)

(Footsteps dragging)

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

(Husband) I'm in pain.

My heart.

(Wife) Wait.

I'll just...

(Wife grunts)

- (Husband) Good.
- That's better.

(Husband) Yes.

What can I...?

Ambulance.

- Call an ambulance.
- An ambulance.

(Wife mumbling)

(Wife) Ambulance...

Ambulance...

Ambulance...

I'm calling...Stéphane.

Zero.

Six.

Six.

Five.

Seven.

Four.

Seven.

Six.

Four. Five.

It's OK.

(Ringing tone)

(Ringing tone)

Stéphane... Stéphane...

It's... It's Mum.

(Stéphane speaking, indistinct)

Dad had a fall.

In his office.

(Stéphane speaking, indistinct)

Call...

- (Husband) Ambulance.
- ...for an ambulance.

Call for an ambulance.

Fast. And come over.

(Stéphane speaking, indistinct)

I don't know.

Come over.

Come.

(Wife) He'll deal with it.

(Husband) Good.

(Wife) Are you cold?

OK?

Breathe.

(Heart monitor beeping)

(Ventilator whirring)

(Phone ringing in distance)

(Door closes)

(Beeping stops)

(Alarm beeps)

(Beeping stops)

(Whispering) I'm nearby
if you need me.

Thanks.

I'll leave you with your son.

(Phone ringing in distance)

I'm here.

Is he all right?

No.

Are you?

No.

(Wife humming a tune)

(Clock ticking)

(Distant singing)

(Mumbling)

Darling?

Darling?

Darling?

(Ringing)

(Doorbell rings)

Darling?

What's the matter?

Your husband's gone.

He won't be back.

Go and get some sleep.

And call your son tomorrow, OK?

(Clock ticking)

(Slow tinkling music)

(Music grows louder)

(Music becomes tense)

(Music rising)

(Music continues)

(Music continues)

(Music fades, then stops)

(Clock ticking)

(Indistinct chatter on TV)

(Carer) Of course.
Where is this place?

I know it.

OK. I'll tell her.

Right away.

Have a nice day.

Madam? OK?

Madam? I just spoke to your son.

Stéphane.

He's very pleased.

He's found you a home.

It's great.

Not far.

At Porte de Pantin.

That's good. It's a good place.

(Chatter on TV)

We'll get you ready to go.

Pack your wash bag.

Choose your clothes.

- He's so pleased.
- Who...?

Who...?

Who are you?

- Who...?
- I've been coming here for a few days

to help with your meals
and your pills.

We talk.

Together.

You talk about your childhood,
your grandma.

We've been getting to know one another.
I talk about my life.

And now...

...your son is pleased,
because I'm not always here.

It's better for you.

You'll be safe there,
with people to listen,

people to talk to.

People to care for you every day.

It'll be great.

(Sighs)

(Prays quietly)

Our Father, who art in heaven...

(Fridge humming)

(Turns knob)

(Turns knob)

(Turns knob)

(Turns knob)

(Gas hissing)

(Prays softly)

Lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

(Clock ticking)

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done on earth
as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread...

...and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

(Clock ticking)

(Ticking fades, then stops)

(Trolley wheels rattling)

(Clang)

(Door slams shut)

The papers will be ready
this afternoon.

Do you have all the elements?

(Mumbles)

I'll take them. Thank you.

Thank you.

For women,
most people choose white flowers.

You have a choice of urns.
Take your time looking through them.

We are here for you, of course.

(Stéphane) Mum...

My beloved mum.

The last months with you and Dad
were intense.

And it was weird for me,

who was always your prime anxiety,

to attempt to play
the role of parent...

...and dare to make decisions
on your behalf,

sometimes...

...against your freedom of action.

All dreams are short,

dreams within dreams even more so.

I hope your sleep is finally peaceful.

We will do as you wished, Mum,

so no one disturbs your journey.

On behalf of Kiki, myself,

your friends and relatives...

(Sniffles)

...we say thank you, Mum.

Thank you for sharing, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we will now watch a slideshow

to recall happy times
spent with the deceased.

(Slow melancholic music)

(Music continues)

Grandma and Grandpa have a new home?

No.

That's not a home.

Homes are for the living.

(Music stops)

(Silence)

(Faint, distorted music)

(Humming sound)

(Music gradually becoming clearer)

THE END