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OCTOBER 7, 1933

Sentenced to death by the Nazis,

Nobel laureate Albert Einstein,
author of the theory of relativity,

which Chancellor Hitler called
"fake Jewish science",

sets sail today on the Westmorland,

for the United States of America.

EINSTEIN: GENIUS?

NO. JEW!

G… I… M…

G… I… M…

Shit!

Shit!

I LOST ALBERT

Hello, yes?

Chloé, thank you for seeing me.

No, Commissioner. There's no danger.

He's just a kid in love with a Muslim,

pretending to convert to hit on her.

Let him go
or you'll be in serious trouble.

Listen, you asked.
I'm telling you what I'm told.

Have a nice day.

My turn.

I have no time, Mrs. Le Couidec-Mertens.

But I confirm that in one year,

you'll be China's biggest brand of tires.

The tires are fine.
This is for my husband.

Concerning what you said last week.

I have a weird feeling.

I never remember what I say.

A handsome man like him
can fool around occasionally.

But you said it was over.

Fluid attraction does not prevent
particle entanglement.

So he'll stay with me?

Everything's fine.

You're entering a lucky phase.

-Mr. Grimal is downstairs.
-Coming.

I've had bad premonitions for 3 days.

Crossing the street,
I was terrified of getting hit.

Stop projecting negativity.

Nelly, I can't come back.
My ticket for Nice?

Still no flight.

And about Sébastien…

I know the age difference is…

You're his only woman.

-Are you sure?
-Am I ever wrong?

I've hit my upper limit.

You're so generous, Chloé.

To whom do I make this week's donation?

Medical research? Salvation Army?

Both.

Sébastien!

I'm done.

See you very soon.

Tootsie…

Everything's fine.

I'm in a lucky phase.

No.

JOB APPLICATION QUESTIONNAIRE

No.

-Yes.
-Really? It's not the best résumé.

It's the best vibes.

You got the job.

I'm embarrassed you did that, Chloé.

You know I'm not the best.

Not yet.

My place?

I'm dying to, but no time.

Can you drop me at NATO Headquarters?

Again? What do they want with you?

That's classified.

Plan B?

G…

I…

M…

equals…

Yeah, go on!

EKLG minus half…

Yes!

…of GIM… T!

What did I say?

It's not always intelligible.

I preferred your SUV.

Albert, why does he record me during sex?

For once, just for once,

can't you give me info
about my private life?

Yes, I know, but it's me asking.

No, Albert, I said okay for peace,
not okay for war.

I love you too, but you're a pain.

No.

No.

No.

No.

-Are the weapons there?
-What?

The weapons for the jihadists.

Mr. President of the Commission
on Risk Prevention,

I must inform you that is a shoe factory.

Yes.

Mr. President, the experts are certain.

Your experts, General Beck. Not ours.

Remember we are operating
within the framework

of a joint operation between NATO
and the European Union,

represented here by the Commission
on Risk Prevention.

Only we can decide on targets.

Go ahead.

Confirmation target 13.

Let's continue.

I'm too tired.
I'd rather not take the risk.

Come now.

We all know your success rate.

Since you began here,

you've spared us 14 terrorist attacks.

Let's get these terrorists over with.

Wait. I have a doubt.

Too late.

G-T-I-M

minus half…

of G-I-M-T.

Small "t" I guess.

I have no idea. She talks
in her sleep. I can't wake her up.

Can that help you?

I'm a quantum physicist.

And this is more about space-time.

Alexia, chance doesn't exist.

I met you because this formula

is meant to help your research.

We'll see. An equation like this
can take me all night.

All?

I'm in a meeting. How did yours go?

No… What's her name?

Who?

The redhead in blue you're fucking.

But not…

Not yet.

I saw it first again, right?

You're an ass, Damien.

What am I to you?

You…

You're you, Chloé.

Problem?

But…

When your future ex calls,
talk to her in the rest room.

That's called respect.

-Thank you.
-But, wait!

Alexia, you can't just leave me like this.

-Really?
-There are no taxis.

You'll catch cold.

And Chloé just saw me making love to you.

She's never wrong.

-First time for everything.
-Stop!

Taxi!

I'll be back tomorrow.

I have six appointments, radio and TV.

No time to see you.

Delay your initial public offering
and call my secretary.

Sorry, I have another call.

Fucking pain!

Can't you watch out?

Sorry, I didn't see you.

No, Mom,
I'll be back tomorrow at eight a.m.,

and tonight, I've an appointment.

Yes, appointments at midnight.

You couldn't warn me?

Are your bees any better?

DR. PAUL STERN APITHERAPIST

IMMINENT REPOSSESSION

I don't get it.

They're in perfect health.

Why are they dying, Dad?

Albert Einstein,
are you really that talkative?

Yes, but not many people
listen to me anymore.

Albert, what's going on?

Why did you stop speaking to me?

A singer undergoing chemotherapy

asks if she should accept
an opera next year.

It's important, dammit.

Stop.

Hello. Damien Grimal. I'm not available.

Damien, I know it's not easy
to be with a medium.

Sorry if I was aggressive earlier,

but I'm having problems
with Albert at the moment.

Up until now he was just jealous, but now…

Call me back.

I need…

I need to trust you.

Fuck! Idiot! Pain in the ass!

You wrote: "I believe in life
after death, because energy…"

"…Cannot die."

It morphs, circulates, but never stops.

So tell us:
What will you do after you die?

What I failed at while alive.

Educate a child and make him happy,

Stop all wars.

Help human beings to love each other more,

to control their futures,

and save the bees.

The bees? Why the bees?

Eighty percent of fruits and vegetables

cannot reproduce without bees.

I've done the math.

The day the bees die,

mankind will have
only four years left to live.

What an honor. You came yourself.

Like a good publisher.

I'll take you to the radio.

So we can discuss my divorce.

Based on what you felt last week,

I wonder if I should renegotiate…

Are you not well?

I'm fine. I haven't eaten
since lunch yesterday.

Come, we have plenty of time.

It's looking good for tonight.

A TV show the day before the release

is totally amazing.

-Waiter!
-Be right there.

Make it out to Roland Buech.

Roland Buech? The psychoanalyst?

He's a panelist tonight on Truth Be Known.

Big attraction.

That guy is a killer.

He believes in nothing.
He'll humiliate me.

Read his future to shut him up.

That's not my job!

I'm no circus freak. Cancel.

I understand.

But reread your contract.

If you don't do press,
you must pay back the huge advance

you had me donate for cystic fibrosis.

Excuse me.

No, Counselor.
I know from a reliable source.

Isabelle will accept joint custody.

Coffee, please… hot.

That's all?

Hold on.

Hello, yeah?

Chloé, I think it's best to call it quits.

Call what quits? Us?

You're unhappy because of me.
I feel guilty, then…

Then you think of my reputation?

I'd suffer if your boss learned
I had him hire

a loser, for personal reasons.

That's paranoia, not clairvoyance!

You're coming undone.

Bastard.

There's no one else. I don't love

the woman you've become.

You have another call. Take it.

It must be urgent.

Not leaving her for someone else?

It's Mom. I've been calling and calling.

My dishwasher broke this morning.

What feels better?
Bosch, Samsung or Siemens?

-The most expensive.
-Thanks, honey.

Call you later.

Mom, wait.

I'm not well. Please…

Next time you come to Nice,
tell me in advance.

I promised
four important people a consultation.

See them or how will I come across?

What do you want?

Peace.

Not on the menu. But I can ask the chef.

I'll call you back.

Waiter! Some coffee!

Chloé!

Another?

Mr. President of the Commission
on Risk Prevention,

experts are certain:

no weapon stockpile amid the rubble.

Was it a targeting error?

Whom do you trust, miss?

The armed forces of the free world
or terrorist propaganda?

MY VISIONS OF THE WORLD

COME BY THE CLINIC
CONCERNING MY OPERATION.

Drop me at the Saint-Jacques clinic.

Is there a problem?

-I have a train.
-Coming, ma'am.

I'll have…

A Peruvian salad, a falafel platter,

2 yakatoris, 2 GreenWays,
and a glass of Sancerre.

It's on the way.

How did he guess?

A double espresso.

Big cup, with some hot water,

just like your grandpa.

Why bring my grandfather up?

He said: "Like her grandfather".

No, you can't.

You just spoke French
with a German accent.

He said at least he can smoke where he is.

Explain to him that
this is an indoor terrace!

It's not my job.

He's your grandfather.

My grandfather just died.

Wait, I just heard him say:

"He's well.
Tell his granddaughter thanks."

I won't allow this.

Who is talking to me?

Shame on you! I'm in mourning.

He says "Thanks for…" What?

Youth in Asia?

Ah! Euthanasia.

Come back, ma'am!

Zac! What's going on?

Harassing clients now?

What's gotten into me?

I'm asking you.

Thank you, Chloé.

I'm glad you didn't mention this accident.

You saw it, but if you'd told me,

I'd have looked before crossing

and spoiled the best moments
of my marriage.

Sébastien was never so kind.

Love can only be measured
in times of hardship.

Have a seat.

I texted you to be discreet.

They want to put a pin inside me.

Who do I let operate me?
Moulins or Hokaido?

I need their pictures.

I have better!
Hokaido's glasses, Moulins' pen.

With Moulins,
it's security and experience.

I trust him.

We have lunch at the club every Sunday.

On the hand, with Hokaido,

it's youth and Japanese precision.

Who gives you better vibes?
Moulins or Hokaido?

Hokaido! I feel the same way.

Moulins is booked solid.
He recommended his assistant.

I'll say I found them on the floor.

That they must have dropped them.

It itches.

Very itchy.

It's not too risky leaving that here?

Someone will steal it? Who?

I don't feel very well. I'll be going.

Go on, hurry.

You're kind to have come by.

You're so busy.

You're really the best, the most reliable.

Hello again, my love.

A little TV dinner?

Good job for the shoe factory.

No one believes in a targeting error.

Really?

Thanks to you,

NATO fired General Beck.

It was about time.

Nice career but too much Viagra.

Still seeing
the Qatari princess in two days?

How do you know?

You're not my only source for intel.

It is imperative that your client

persuades the Emir to condemn Moscow.

Not within my power.

Yes, just tell her…

"My voices say…" And end of story!

That's not how clairvoyance works.

Miss Delmart, remember
you're under contract

with the European Union
and this is an order.

What a pain.

Nice ass, but too many neurons.

Hello, Miss.

Sorry to bother you,
but I saw you on the news.

-Good to meet you. I'm Doctor…
-Moulins?

How impressive!

I hear lots of wonderful things about you

from an old friend of mine.

Le Couidec?

Right!

Between me and you,

how will the surgery on her foot go?

Better.

I mean… now, well.

Excuse me.

The taxi is waiting.

You have a live interview soon.

Mrs. Le Couidec.

I gave her to Hokaido.

Now I'll be operating on her.

How are you, Chloé?

Enjoy the radio show?

No. How many?

Your 2:30 and your 3:00.

Your 4:00 will be late,
but your 4:30 early…

We have a problem, Nelly.

-I'm not hearing a thing.
-Nothing?

Albert stopped sending info.

He's upset with you. It's starting again.

Like when you dated that German guy.

When he's upset, I have a migraine.

Now I feel fine.

Things aren't good, but I feel fine,

like I'm on vacation.

My head is empty. Totally empty.

Chloé Delmart's office, hello.

Hold on, please.

Mrs. Le Couidec-Mertens.

Tell them I had an emergency abroad.

We need to talk, Zac.

You accuse one customer of murder,

another of infidelity,

and sent a third to hospital
instead of serving drinks.

You want me to go broke?

This is my kid brother.

She owns this place.

Wait.

Guillaume's out-of-work brother.

You're firing me without warning

for misconduct,

so you can hire him?

Me? I'd never have considered
anything like that.

But…

Something wrong?

Zac, are you okay?

I just got myself fired.

It's not honey. It's wax.

I know.

It's corky.

The 2008 Ry d'Argent?

Not that one, the one to the right,
Château-Les-Crânes.

-Château-Legrand?
-Says him.

Because wine bottles speak to you too.

"Help, sir! I'm corky!"

I hear only one voice, the same one,

telling me what's going on.

Like Joan of Arc?

An old man, a soft voice with an accent.

It's police radio, Wi-Fi,

problems with your cell phone.

That's not it.

He tells me what will happen to people.

He sends images too.

Really? What will happen to me?

You'll give me an old foie gras.

Good idea!

Two days after the "eat by" date is fine.

Olivier, you did three years
of med school. Am I going crazy?

No, but do an MRI.

Maybe a compression
of the right temporal lobe.

It can cause consciousness shifts.

Illusions, mystical visions,

extra sensorial perceptions.

And you can become suddenly clairvoyant?

People are so dumb, you can make money.

I can't sell your honey.

My customers says it's gross.

It's real. No sugar added.

Add some.

What now?

See more of your mother.

Why?

How pretty. They redid the garden.

Least they can do.

I saw they raised the price here again.

It costs you too much, Chloé.

It's nothing.

You rarely come during the week.

Things better with your boyfriend?

No. And that's not the problem.

What's wrong, Chloé?

You seem strange.

I lost Albert.

Lost?

He's gone. He stopped talking to me.

He indicates nothing to me anymore.

I warned you, Chloé.

He wants you to disarm the planet,
but not by dropping bombs!

For years you've taken this too far.

You're sidetracking him
with things that don't concern him.

And you're unhappy.

It's become unbearable for him with you.

Excuse me.

LOCAL OR GENERAL ANESTHESIA?

LOCAL

Did you think it over, honey?

Only local anesthesia?

You wouldn't rather sleep?

I prefer when you wake me up.

To the operating room!

See you soon, Mr. Le Couidec.

Faster!

Georges, how can I get Albert
to come back?

I have no idea.

You really want him?

We've lived together forever.

I can't end up all alone.
I'm nothing without him.

No one loves me for what I am.

Everyone takes advantage of me.

And this silence is unbearable!

Maybe it's a necessary hardship,

a step in your evolution.

He'll be back once you get though it.

I'm on Truth be Known tonight
with Roland Buech.

-I need to cancel.
-On the contrary.

Take the challenge.

If you're in danger,
Albert won't abandon you.

What if he left for good?

What if he chose someone else?

Maybe someone needs him.

It doesn't mean he's cheating.

He's just sleeping out.

Why are they dying?

Why are they killing each other?

What do you mean, "I'll see"?

What will I see? When will I see it?

I want an answer now. Right away!

Shut up!

Fate is wild.

To think I'm doing your makeup!

Can I ask something?

A guy named Cedric
invited me to dinner Saturday.

Make an appointment with my secretary.

I did, but it's in three months.

Sorry, I'm booked till then.

All I want to know is:
should I say yes or no for Saturday?

Say yes. He won't wait three months.

Thank you!

Ms. Delmart?

He's not "the one". Is he?

Give him a chance. Coming.

She's the best psychic around!

Except that clairvoyance doesn't exist.

From what I've read,
you're what specialists call

"a channel".

Through which someone speaks to you

from the spirit world.

-Is that right?
-Yes.

What is this informer's name?

I'm not allowed to reveal it.

Medical confidentiality…

Yet you don't mind

to fill your book

with the names of famous people
who solicit you.

Only those who said I could.

At 300 euros a visit

I hope you give them discounts.

Only those who can afford it pay.

For the others… no availabilities.

I take no more than 900 a week.

Above that,

I ask them to donate to a charity.

G, I, M,

equals E, K, L.

What proves you're a real psychic?

The fact that suckers
buy into your phony visions?

What proves you're a good shrink?
The number of depressed people

you keep dependent on you if they can pay?

Your reply, Roland Buech?

Let's run a test.

My niece's first name?

Clairvoyance is serious, sir.

A private relationship
between consenting adults.

Let's respect my privacy.

In this envelope is a picture

that doesn't concern me.

What is it of?

I won't play this game.

My association Open your Eyes
offers a million euros

to anyone with proof
of paranormal activity.

What is it a picture of?

It doesn't work like this.

She's a quack, a total quack.

When you corner her,
she wiggles her way out.

Mona Lisa.

In the envelope is de Vinci's Mona Lisa.

It was rigged.

It's obvious.

No, it's just negligence.

With the projectors,
I could see through the envelope.

See? She admits it's all hocus pocus.

The most expensive psychic

just declared on live TV

that clairvoyance doesn't exist.

And the most famous shrink just showed

that if I'm phony,

I could have, thanks to him,
proven the contrary.

I love contradiction,

but not amateurism.

Good evening.

For those who want
to meet her in greater depth,

Chloé Delmart
will be signing books tomorrow

at the Tropismes bookshop.

Roland Buech, a final word?

Critical thinking
always triumphs over quackery.

You cut him down to size,

that scumbag Roland Buech!

Keep it up!

Light must conquer the forces of darkness.

Thank you.

I brought you some info

about our Church
of Universal Consciousness.

With an inscription form.
We're counting on you.

Bye.

It's for…

-Your name?
-Hello.

I need to talk about…

-Your name?
-Zac.

As in "Muzak?"

No, as in Zacharie.

The prophet?

The rugby player Zacharie Stern
saved my grandma during the war.

A family hero.
I'm nothing. I believe in nothing.

-But yesterday…
-Have a nice day.

Yesterday I took your order at the station

and I didn't take just your order.

Meaning?

I did an MRI this morning. I'm fine.

Since I met you, I hear.

It's not my doing. I'm no miracle worker.

Goodbye.

As a child,
you had a lifeguard named Georges.

It's in my book. So what?

Fluid attraction does not prevent…

He's talking too fast!

Damien.

A certain Damien
almost made love yesterday…

in a parking lot with… With who?

Harissa.

I'm not sure, with that accent.

For Marc from Les Sabots d'Hélène,

your greatest admirer.

I'm sorry.

Mrs. Lombard?
I have an emergency. I have to go.

Get their names
and bring me the books tomorrow.

Yes, but…

Come with me.

I'm thrilled you came.

I was distraught.
I had no way of finding you.

-You okay?
-Me? Yes… no.

-What's happening to me?
-It's nothing.

-It'll be fine.
-It's pure hell.

How can you bear it? Careful!

Don't provoke the information.

It comes without asking my opinion.

It's unbearable.

-Speak to anyone?
-Everyone! I can't stop.

It's totally destroyed my life.

Get it out of me!

I will. Let's go to my place.

Take it easy.

Sir?

-So clairvoyance is contagious?
-Not exactly.

I have no personal vision
about my future or interests.

-Is that normal?
-Yes.

Will I find another job?

No idea.

Concentrate and you'll see.

See what?

I see nothing since yesterday.
You took my visions.

Shit…
I thought it was like catching a flu.

No, it's not like catching a flu.

It's an entity that left me for you.

-A what?
-A spirit.

A spirit? A dead person? In my head?

-He's not dangerous.
-Take him back.

That's all I want.
Where did I put that damn ticket?

Is your car a gray BMW convertible?

No.

Great, I'm wrong!

That means the dead guy is leaving.

Blue.

Mine is blue, but I ordered a gray one.

Shit.

Three floors down?

If you say so.

Try to disconnect, Zep.

-Zac.
-Sorry. "Zac".

Don't ask too much of the spirit.

It wears it out?

It takes root.

Who is the spirit?

Someone enlightened, I promise.

I don't believe in the devil,
the afterlife or ghosts.

-You're right.
-Bullshit!

The more you resist,
the less he'll take root.

Is it coming or not?

Relax, or we'll take the stairs.

It's not my fault it's broken!

Your conflicting energy
perturbs electronic circuits.

What happened?
You got in a fight with your spirit?

No, well yes.

It's more complicated.

Say you're sorry and he'll go back.

That's not how he works.

He's a very high-level spirit.

I'm flattered.

Albert!

He said "I'm Albert"
as if we knew each other.

Excuse me.

You know him!

I've never known an Albert in my life.

You know his last name.

Einstein.

You're being squatted

by Albert Einstein.

Coming?

Walk normally. He won't fall off.

I caught Albert Einstein's ghost!

You have to relativize.

It's his spirit, that's all.
The receptacle of his thoughts.

He never makes paranormal appearances.

He's very decent.

Besides, if you don't believe,
you risk nothing.

You're funny.

He keeps talking.
I have to believe, or else I'm crazy.

-Don't be too logical.
-Why?

He likes that.

But why me? I'm lousy at math.

Why not pick a scientist?

Not his thing. They betrayed him.

But why the hell choose me?

Maybe he didn't choose you.

He was sick of me. You were just there.

Do I look like a hotel?

Why not go in him?
He's bald, he looks smart!

Or her! It'll be fun. Lots of action!

Enough!

Fuck Einstein! The atom bomb was him!

You're confusing him with Oppenheimer.

Albert wrote formulas.
He didn't make the bomb.

Who says it's the real one?

-Real?
-The real Einstein.

There may be imposters among the dead.

He told me the beginning of quantum theory
justifying particle entanglement.

What for?

To reconcile gravitation
and electromagnetism.

Great. That means less unemployment.

I showed specialists.
It's a viable path in his work.

Albert, tell me where I parked.

I can't stand it anymore.

Thirty-one thirteen.

Can we take the roof down?

I'm claustrophobic.

It's over between Damien and Harissa.

I said to disconnect.

I'm trying, but it's throbbing inside.

I know.

G, I, M, equals E, K, L.

No, ma'am, not before April.

I don't have her agenda yet.
Call back in a month.

So? Did Albert finish his strike?

Ask him.

Hello.

It's confirmed for Qatar.

The princess is thrilled.

I think I'll join you.

Hold the line, please.

Your 14:30 is in the waiting room.

Mrs. Le Couidec-Mertens is in there.

-She left the clinic?
-There was a problem.

Commissioner Roger sent this. It's urgent.

Yes, hello.

Hold the line.

The PSG coach, for his stomach.

Can't he go see a doctor?

He doesn't trust them.

It's psychosomatic. Your stomach is fine.

But you'll have a heart attack
this winter.

Don't listen. He roots for the OM.

Nelly, no news from Chloé?

I'll call you back.

She's stuck in traffic, ma'am.

Albert switched channels?

Just for a bit.

I'm dealing with it…

Don't touch that. Put it down.

How dare you speak like that to a client?

I don't know what I'm saying.
It pops up and comes out.

Learn to filter.

I don't want instructions.
Get him out of my head!

Give me just one minute.

What's he saying about this boy Raoul?

He wasn't kidnapped.

Where is he?

No emergency. He's fine.

His parents should worry,

rather than coddling his bitchy
sisters who torture him in secret.

What's he up to?

I don't even have time to listen.

I'm already saying it.

That's the way he is.

He's good energy, lots of humanity.

Nothing riles him up like injustice.

I don't care. No one helps me.

I can't afford…

Relax… Come.

Lie down here.

Your hands.

Try to forget yourself, okay?

Empty your head.

Think of nothing, so I can negotiate
directly with Albert.

Close your eyes.

Chloé, did you take Grandma's boat?

I'LL NEVER FORGET YOU. ALBERT EINSTEIN

One thirteen! Bravo!

He said watch out for your legs.

Who?

Albert.

There's a car accident.

What do you mean my daughter's a medium?

It's common with high-level swimmers.

Relaxing their minds during training

opens them
to other levels of consciousness.

I don't understand.

A spirit is taking advantage
of her mental availability

to send her messages.

Me! Me!

Not all at once. Pierre?

You said I'd retire to Florida.

But who will be president?

A black man.

Don't talk nonsense. Concentrate
and let Pappy Albert answer.

Linda?

Chloé, will I ever sing at the Nice opera?

Yes.

You see? I told you so.

Where will I go on vacation this summer?

Morocco.

I just reserved!

With Dad.

What?

Fuck.

He'll say he's working in Strasbourg,

but he'll be at her hotel in Morocco.

Bastard!

Let me explain!

There's nothing to explain.
Goddamn bastard!

-Leave my house!
-Yeah right.

Your house, your friend, your daughter.

Fifteen years I've put up with your shit!

I'm happy with Linda.
Beats being your thing!

-Beat it!
-I'm going!

I'm divorcing. You can fuck up Chloé
with this spirit stuff.

I'm fed up, you hear?

The conclusion is absurd.

It's full of mistakes.

It's the logical follow-up to Einstein!

The missing link.

The fusion between gravitation
and quantum mechanics.

In string theory, what's missing
is the link to space-time anomalies.

I found it… and it works.

So? Why does the link
justify faulty demonstrations?

Really,

you're not made for physics.

Einstein neither.

His teachers told him so.

That's how you get a Nobel prize.

Bitch!

Are you crazy?

Let's beat it.

Albert told me to live in Brussels. Why?

To follow in his footsteps.

-He said to stop physics.
-He has other plans for you.

Brussels is also NATO headquarters,
European Parliament…

He wants you to save the world.

How will I live?

Open a psychic stand?

Swim champ is riskier.

I don't want to leave you alone.

I'm exportable.

Albert,

I'm sorry.

It's true, I tried to do too much.

I got conned. I went astray.

But…

I'll change everything
if you come back, I promise.

Answer me.

Well, well. I prefer my life to yours.

So? Did you take him back?

Fuck space-time! Beat it! Go home!

Stop driving me crazy with your crap!

Stop screaming. He's hypersensitive.

Exactly.

Get lost, asshole. Get angry and leave!

I find you grotesque.

Not to mention the A-bomb.

Too easy to say you invented it
so it wouldn't be used.

Loser! Hypocrite! Murderer!

Chloé, finally!

You were right again.
Someone stole my necklace.

Really?

I'll see you shortly.

Don't I get priority?

I told you, he holds grudges.

Whenever he's angry with you,
you'll get a migraine.

Don't speak in the future.

Calm down.

Fighting it serves no purpose.

He'll use your energy against him.

What does he want?

To be useful.

Drive science forward, stop wars.

Like when he was alive.

And now… it's your mission.

Are you crazy?

I'm just a beekeeper, like my father was.

My hives are dying.
I wait tables so I don't get evicted.

Because of you, I got fired.

I need to find work.

I have no time to be squatted by Einstein.

You have no choice.
You must continue his work.

Why continue work
that I'll never understand?

It's not about understanding.
It's about transmitting.

Transmitting.

I'll transmit.

Zac! Stay here.

I'll transmit all right!

A beekeeper. You did it on purpose.

She must be re-operated.
The doctor left pliers.

Pliers? Impossible!

I'll be right back.

She has a trainee? A psychic
can look where he's heading.

Excuse me, it's an emergency.

Hello, my son. Would you like
to say the act of contrition?

No thanks.

-I have a problem.
-Speak.

Did you commit a sin?

A guy named Albert came inside me.

Was it consensual?

Not at all.

You mean you were raped?

I didn't feel it and he won't leave.

Won't leave?

It's not rape. He's squatting.

Possession, as your people say.

We no longer say that, my son.

The Church has evolved.

Well, I want an exorcism.

An exorcism?

Isn't it a ritual in your religion?

Get him out of me!

I am not a psychoanalyst, my son.
Go in peace.

You have a sister named Annick.

She passed away last year.

She sends her love.

May I?

So what's the program now?

A mosque? A synagogue? An asylum?

I can't live with him inside me.

I can't live without him.

I have people hanging onto my every word.

They're totally dependent,
and some are in utter distress.

I can't let them down.

So what do you want to do? Subcontract?

They trust only me.

But without you, I'm helpless.

I don't trust anyone.

My father was a doctor.

He cured cancer with bee stings.

Now we know
their venom kills cancer cells.

But back then…

his colleagues filed a complaint.

None of his patients came to testify
in his defense.

It killed him.

I won't end up like him.

Here's what I suggest.

So who stole my necklace?

No one.

Her husband took it and fenced it.

Don't accuse the staff.

I'm glad. They're so nice. So who did it?

Someone

not affiliated with the clinic.

And now he's putting their apartment
in the name of his lover

to pay off his gambling debts.

This guy is such a scumbag!

I'm being told you must beware
of a financial problem

concerning your apartment.

Yes, that's settled.

My husband put it in
a Bahamian company for tax reasons.

Will I find my necklace?

I'll buy it back at any price.

I don't want to tell Sebastien.
It was his anniversary present.

Where is it? Do you see it?

-The necklace?
-Yes.

Where is the necklace?

Be right back.

What's wrong?

It's awful.

Her husband will leave her next year.

He's totally ruined her. He sold
her tire company to the Chinese.

She's lost everything. She'll be homeless.

She'll sleep in a cardboard box.

Wait, Zac.

Everything is relative.

You're not necessarily seeing the future.

They're symbolic images.

Symbolic? He cheats on her,
ruins her and laughs.

You can't let that happen.

Tell her he stole it.

Zac, a session is 20% clairvoyance

and 80% psychology.

She loves her husband. She idealizes him.

She lives for him.

We can't just attack
the center of her life.

The center can't hold!

Calm down!

Mediums who don't build up an armor
end up with nervous breakdowns.

Give me the info and I'll deal with it.

It's her problem, not yours.

Come on.

The necklace will never be found.

Poor Sebastien. It will destroy him.

What should I do to make him feel better?

I'll get him a new car.

He loves Italian ones.

Tell me, Maserati or Ferrari?

I think you should start
cutting down expenses.

Why? I don't have any children.

Who else should I spoil?

You know, Chloé, in his eyes,

I'm not just a tire. I'm a woman.

-Enough.
-Zac!

There's a new owner. Deal with me now.

Here's what to do: ask for a divorce,

turn him in and negotiate your taxes.

My ex-wife took everything

and I must pay her taxes.

Like your husband,

she fucked every guy she bumped into.

And remove the pliers!

It's infected. It's disgusting!

Sebastien Le Couidec.

I'll pick up my wife in an hour.

I have a dentist appointment.

Nice way to help her become aware. Bravo!

I'm just a beginner.

Your nose, your beautiful nose.

I'm sorry. Excuse me.

It never happened to you?

At first, yes. Then you get used to it.

You get over the indignation.

I never will.

With me,
Albert will stir up shit each time.

I will never change.

Neither will he.

-Where are we going?
-To the country.

To a client?

Only one person can end this nightmare.

Oh God.

And you haven't seen him in action.

Try to reason with Albert, please.

We're going to take a walk.

It's in this chateau

that Albert, in 1932,
had a short but torrid affair

with the violinist Hilda Beulemans.

I don't care! Send him back to Chloé.

It's you who put Albert in her head
when she was 12.

I noticed it, I confirmed it,

and I comforted her, that's all.

Gifted children
always need imaginary friends

to compensate
for the prevailing stupidity.

The squatter in my head is not imaginary.

Why did he tap into her?

He didn't tell you?

Ask him what happened
on the boat to the States in 1933.

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU

The whole crossing
I've wanted to make love to you.

But I don't have it in me
to cheat on my wife again.

You do.

The Nazis chased me from my homeland.

I had to leave my children.

I'm a terrible father.

A scatterbrained love.

A scientist who doesn't know
where he's going.

You'll be my last ray of sunshine,
Juliette.

A memory of what could have happened.

Thank you, but the porter is on his way.

G, I, M…

Excuse me?

…equals…

E, K…

L… G!

Thank you!

Thank you!

-You still hear him?
-Yes.

What exactly is he telling you?

That you should mind your beeswax.

I fucking don't believe it.

Call the President of Risk Prevention.

He says it's urgent.

What about the Qatari princess tomorrow?

It'll be fine, Nelly.
It's just a matter of hours.

Is Albert going to spend forever
in this loser's head?

We must find out
if he intentionally left Chloé,

or if she ejected him unconsciously.

Out of saturation, exhaustion, heartbreak…

the desire for a normal life…

a life without knowing anything
about anyone.

He's not answering.

Georges, she says
only you can help me remove Albert.

-What must I do?
-Commit suicide.

And besides that?

Maybe you've attracted Albert…

Do you find me attractive?

I don't know.
Maybe you have an goal, a potential,

a dream.

All I am is scared.
I don't want this power.

As a Jew,
he should react to the Dibbuk prayer.

Meaning?

Repeat…

He doesn't like it at all!

The prayer to chase away the demon within.

Don't call him a demon. He's sensitive.

You're reacting psychosomatically.

There's nothing gentler?

There's the Buddhist method,
emptying your mind.

But you're so full of stress…

Let's go back. It's chilly.

Otherwise, there's the old classic.

A Christian prayer that often works

because it doesn't rely
on a power struggle.

What is it?

"Lord, I am not worthy to receive thee,

but say only one word
and I will be healed."

-What did he say?
-I'm doing my exercises.

Will it take long?

He entered me though my ego,

so I'm making it disappear.

Stop talking to me.

I have to make a stop.

-A client?
-I'll be fast.

-Without me.
-It doesn't concern you.

You're optimistic.
You can't see without me.

-It's you I can't bear seeing.
-So good luck.

"Say only one word and I will be healed."

"I am not worthy to receive thee…"

I came as fast as I could. Any problems?

Usually you predict them.

NATO'S PSYCHIC

Hits newsstands tomorrow.

-Fuck.
-I'll say.

You didn't know? Didn't sense it?

I didn't leak this.

You didn't predict it either.

General Beck.

I should have figured.

I agree.

-What will we do?
-You? Nothing.

If you're asked if you've been
to NATO, don't answer.

I'll spread the rumor you're my mistress.

At least it's credible.

What are we doing here?

Chloé?

Did he leave?

Oh, okay.

"Lord, I am not…"

Excuse me?

You didn't see a tall…

"Lord, I am not worthy to receive thee…"

That's all I needed.
He says that I am worthy.

We'll see.

I don't believe it.

Shit!

I don't believe it.

Albert, don't tell me he left.

I went to the ER

for Sebastien's nose.
I had them do a foot x-ray.

Your trainee was right. He's wonderful.

I want to see him at 5 p.m.
before my board meeting.

I'm coming.

Back up.

Lose a pair of surgical pliers?

Why?

Because we found it!

I went out for a walk.

You thought I'd left you?

No, that's not my style.

Here I am.

You're pretty when you're sad.

I mean, you look human.

How was your meeting?

What do we do now?

I don't know.

I'm two hours late. I'm fed up, Zac.

I'm sick of pretending.

I think the whisky was a good idea.

Why are you whispering?

When he was alive,
he couldn't stand alcohol.

First personal thing he's told me.

Now maybe we can invert the power dynamic.

Zac, he's making fun of you.

I don't think so. I got him dead
drunk. Only way to neutralize him.

If I keep inviting him
to happy hour at my open bar,

he'll go back to you.

Can you take the top down?
I feel a little…

He's a real asshole.

Let me tell you the truth.

Your great-grandmother lied to you.

She got knocked up by a porter,
not a Nobel laureate.

I know. He told me when I was 18.

And you kept him in yourself.

Who cares about biological links?

Neither my mother nor my grandmother
heard his voice.

All they cared about was
the inheritance they missed out on.

But my Albert…

I loved him straight off.

And he dumped you just like that.

I don't understand.

I've changed.

But his not wanting me doesn't mean
I should deprive others of his help.

What's wrong?

I'll help you with your clients,
all right?

Gently. I understand now.

Shit!

-They already know.
-Know what?

You don't say.

We can go to my place, but it's no palace.

I'm sorry. I called three times.
She cut off her cell.

How do I leave? By helicopter?

I have a contract with NATO:

the trucks and jeeps are my tires!

If they see me leaving here,

they'll think she got me the contract.

There will be an investigation.

I have a board meeting in an hour.

What do I do?

How do you feel?

Recyclable.

If I knew I was hosting
a famed psychic and a Nobel laureate,

I'd have mowed the lawn.

Watch out for the bees!

Your father treated patients here?

-It's working again?
-What is?

You had a flash. You got Albert back.

How did you know he was a doctor?

You told me.

And he's chuckling.

-You're not afraid?
-No, why?

They only sting if they're attacked.

I spent my childhood taming fish.

What's the connection?

Every Christmas I asked for a hive,
and they gave me a fish.

I was afraid of humans.

Like us.

Albert says us now?

That was me.

Your wives are pretty.

We get dumped from father to son.

You're leaving?

I'm being evicted. I'm negotiating.

Not easy to find a place
that accepts 12 hives.

At this rate, they'll soon be empty.

I don't know what'll become of me either.

I don't have much:
Coke, foie gras and four kinds of honey.

That'll do fine.

I can't light a fire because
there's a swarm in the chimney.

That way you can warm me up yourself.

I'm not necessarily that kind of guy.

I don't know. I have no idea who you are.

I don't know if I can trust you.

But it's great not to know a thing
about someone

and to discover everything on your own.

It terrifies me.

Don't let it.

What does Albert say about me?

Nothing.

He's keeping it a surprise.

Sorry to ask,
but do you find me attractive?

No.

I like that about you.

Okay.

-Are you going to feed me before?
-Before?

Or will you make love to me first?

It depends if you're hungry.

Given the menu, it's not a priority.

I think that he's the one who wants you.

Are you jealous?

If Albert hadn't come between us,
you'd never have noticed me.

Maybe that's why Albert did this.

May I?

Very original honey.

It's the best.
Urban honey is the least polluted.

Really?

What do country bees forage?

Pesticides, weedkillers.

GMOS producing their own
insecticides, the worst of all.

There's a modified gene in canola

which migrated, via bacteria,
into the intestines of bees.

And beekeepers steal all their harvest

and feed them with industrial sugar
which is not at all antibacterial.

As for my bees,

I leave them 40 % of their honey

to build up their immune systems,

and they're great.

So why are they dying?

I don't know.

-It's not weed.
-No, beeswax.

I wonder what you do with the royal jelly.

What's up?

I'd like to make love to you,
but it wouldn't be honest.

-I'm very disappointed.
-I know.

What am I for you? An Albert carrier?

I'm allowed to be interested
by the carrier.

Stop lying to yourself.
You just want him back.

Rituals don't work, dialogue neither.
So let's try sex.

Not to be pessimist,
but I doubt you'll ejaculate Albert.

That's not it.

I'd like to be loved for myself.

Stupid, isn't it?

I don't know. It's never happened to me.

Yes, yes…

No!

I didn't say no to you.

I was saying yes to you.

-I got it.
-What?

The guardians are killing the foragers,

mistaking them for intruders.

They don't understand their behavior.

Something attacks their brains.

Impossible. We're in a city.

No GMOs or pesticides.

The bees never go more than a mile away.

It's the Wi-Fi and relay masts.

The waves disturb
their communications systems.

Are you having visions again?

I'm observing.

It's terrifying.

They're killing each other
over a misunderstanding.

We've changed the codes of nature
and they can't decrypt them.

They can't reprogram themselves.

How can we explain to them?

With their language.
They speak by moving their antennae.

Each position equals a piece of info.
Karl defined 110 in 1950.

-My friend Karl.
-Von Frisch?

He's Albert's friend, not yours.

Don't let him take control.

Stay conscious.

I'll build a robot bee,

coat it with wax
so it smells like the hive.

I'll program its antenna movement
to pass the message.

It's impossible.

Not in your brain, but here…
I just have to use it.

We just need money.

I'll build robots for the world

and stop the disaster.

The robots will teach the bees
to avoid GMO zones

and not to forage in the morning

when the farmers spray,

and to fly around relay masts.
We have no choice.

Eighty percent of fruits and vegetables
will vanish if the bees do.

It will destroy the food chain
and we'll all die of hunger.

Without pollination
life on earth will die.

Goddammit!

Come back.

Where are you? We take off in 30 minutes.

I totally forgot.

Cancel.

Cancel with the princess?

-Since this morning…
-I quit.

You quit?

What about me? What do I do?

I'll call you back.

RAOUL IS STILL MISSING

-You okay?
-Fine.

I know where he is.

Tell the police to call me

and meet me at 1 p.m.
at the Relais du Lac.

I just located Raoul
in an attic in Aubange.

Get Roland Buech on your show tonight

with his check for a million euros.

ALBERT EINSTEIN BOATED HERE IN 1933

Go on. Move. There's wind.
Can't you see?

Shit!

When Marie Curie asked me:
"What do we do if we sink?

"I can't swim",

I answered: "Don't worry, me neither."

I made my discoveries
steering my little boats

I didn't care about weather, storms,
I didn't even have life preservers.

Wait, this isn't a discovery.

You're preparing a hold up.

What about deontology? Ethics, morality?

What morality?

I'm insulted by obscurantists
in the name of reason.

What reason?

Not that of rational, reasonable people,

prudent people who don't dream,

the morose, the impotent, the tyrants!

They're the ones who killed me.

Materialists with unmoving molecules
who drove me crazy

and who ended up exploding my belly!

Everything is relative

but the stupidity of the high-handed,
which is absolute.

My abdominal aortic aneurysm

wasn't a disease. It was anger.

And I was right.

Zac, stay in control.

Don't let him…

That idiot shrink
will pay his million euros.

Then I can make my robot bees

and send a message to every nation

to put an end to pesticides,

GMOs and relay masts.

Is all well?

He's starving. He's been waiting.

There are other ways
to use Albert's power.

I love you, Chloé,
but I had to leave you to tell you.

So don't hinder my action.

Your action? What action?

You're transforming a great guy
into a media whore!

I'm revealing him, not transforming him.

He was a resigned loser.
Now he's a winner full of rage.

Your rage, Albert, not his.

You chose him for his ideal,
and turn his failure into bitterness,

anger and thirst for power.

For mankind's good. It's love.

It's not love. It's ego.

You took me over young.
Who knows where I'd be without you?

But him…
I can see how you're changing him.

You're bad. You're toxic for him.

Albert!

If you love me…

leave him.

I'm the chance of his life.
If you love him, leave him to me.

Chloé?

What did you tell her now?

Shall I keep her meal warm?

No, no… serve them.

I'll eat for two.

What are you doing?

You're stopping. I'm useless now.

I need to find a job.

You're my friend.

Really?

What's my life
when I'm not taking your calls?

Where do I live? What do I do?

You're with your graphic designer, right?

Jean… Jean-Marc.

Jean-Pierre.

We have a three-year-old girl
that I raise alone.

It's normal you don't remember her.
You only saw her in a vision.

I invited you tons of times.
You never have time.

I left college to follow you to Brussels.

But besides money, what have you given?

Was I really that awful?

No, you were busy.

Welcome to the real life of real people.

Watch out for him. He's vicious.

I bet his million-euro check
doesn't even exist.

Sure it does. Why am I here, otherwise?

You're the one who knows.

I hear you're really talented too.

Two days ago, I made up Chloé Delmart.

She told me that Saturday
I'd meet "the one".

Christophe.

No, Cedric.

What do you think?

Who cares? Who's Christophe?

My son.

Tell him to choose
the imaginary time variable,

R minus 1 CT,
rather than the real time variable.

But he's nine and a half.

One day he'll prove that clairvoyance

is just a virtual program
to correct the future

in the 11 dimensions of space-time

if he can open the 12th,

which allows the synthesis
of the circulation of information

among the past, present and future.

G I M equals E K L G.

-We need our guest on the set!
-Coming!

An attack that terrorists are planning

can be seized and canceled

according to the principle
of retrocausality.

If an unwanted effect precedes cause,
we remove the cause.

Give him this. It'll blow him away
but it will be great.

I'm so happy! Thank you!

On the air in two minutes.

Go for it!

Good evening.

You know the guest?

Sure I do. He's incredible.

He told me to see my mom
and saved her life.

I went, I rang,
she answered and had a heart attack.

I managed to save her.

How wonderful.

Will he open a psychic office?

I'm pushing him to.

Keep it quiet, but the spirit
talking to him is Albert Einstein.

I know.

I worked for his former channel.

What a coincidence.

There are no coincidences.

But Zac needs a coach.

For sure.

Shall we coach him together?

Truth be Known, good evening.

Our first guest tonight

an unknown so-called medium

who helped locate missing child Raoul.

Imposter, con job
or a true paranormal power?

See for yourselves
with the man who will try to meet

Roland Buech's challenge.

Ladies and gentlemen, Zac.

What's in this envelope?

I can't see.

Who is that person?

I can't hear.

Does this ring a bell?

Go on, Zac!

Whose brush is this?

So?

A blonde's.

With long hair.

I told you he was full of shit, my love.

Even a dog knows who a brush belongs to.

But when he smells a crook,
my lawyers confirm it.

Finish your yogurt and pack your bags.

My love.

What I blame imposters like you for

is making us believe the impossible

and making us feel even more helpless
vis-a-vis reality.

Don't you think I ever dreamed
of chatting with a dead person?

You're worse than a quack.

You're a dream-killer.

So you got Albert back.

I'm not sure it's a good thing.

-Roland! An autograph.
-That was amazing.

You destroyed him.

You were great.

I saw the show.

-Are you okay?
-Fine.

Much lighter… but a little empty.

So?

Was Albert happy with his holiday?

I don't know.

He didn't go back to you?

What will it be?

Twenty-six, four,
28, seven, 11, three and nine.

We could have saved the hives
with a million euros.

Anyway, without Albert

bees are over with.

Not necessarily.

I'm selling my apartment and my car.
We can save the bees.

Is that what you want?

Are you sure?

Did they ask you?

No one will ever tell me what to do.

But it'll be with you.

With me?

Even alone?

Even if I'm…

empty?

Yes.

I'll keep the package.

Leave me alone!

Roland!

He got all the numbers!

What about the next lottery?

I don't see a thing! Nothing!

I see nothing!

S.O.S BEES

By maneuvering my robots' antennae,

I'm telling your bees not to forage
the neighbor's strawberries

because they're GMOs.

Shit.

Let me explain to them.

IN MEMORY OF AXELLE
TO THE FUTURE OF MÉLINA

Subtitle translation by: Andrew Litvack