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What time is it?

Five o'clock.

Look! Your first bull.

- It'll be good. - He looks "bragado".

You see white bellies everywhere.

A small white spot on the stomach can't be treacherous.

Wait till you know women before you say that.

You've put on a lot of weight. Deal with the bull.

We'll talk about it later.

- Good afternoon. - Same to you.

Winnie, what were we supposed to draw?

Animals at the farm.

- And is this a farm? - Yes.

- What's this? - A little girl.

Winnie, a human being can't be smaller than a dog.

I mean, does a dog eat with a fork?

No.

Can a dog draw?

No.

So?

- The dog's strongest. - No.

Besides, a dog isn't a farmyard animal.

Draw me a duck instead.

I did.

It's very high. Is it a wild duck?

No, it's hanging on the wall.

What's it hanging with?

A nail.

It doesn't hurt?

The duck's dead.

It's going to rain.

Carlotta Pascalini.

Carlotta, I suppose you speak Italian?

A man is about to appear. He just got out of jail.

He's your older brother.

You know he's a repeat offender.

You're meeting him from jail. You haven't seen him for 14 years.

Can you tell me what he did to end up in jail?

Just to help me.

Fuck you, son of a bitch.

You needed to sense what he had done.

You protect yourself too much, you gave us very little.

Thank you.

Where are you from?

Palermo.

A beautiful city.

What are you talking about?

I'm not stupid. This concerns us!

You're not quite right.

We started talking about the strike on bus route 67

and the risk we run each day in fighting possible death...

Don't start again.

If I drop you off, I'm coming up.

You needn't bother. I won't tell her a thing.

She's more vulnerable than you.

A lot of men cheat on their wives when they're pregnant.

Usually after they give birth.

Really?

Are you sure?

The important thing is we sleep together

because it's hormonally inevitable and because I'm...

I'm psychologically out of synch.

You piece of shit.

You hear me? You're a piece of shit.

A bastard.

An asshole.

I hope your kid dies!

Southern Spain

- Did your father say anything? - Yes.

He wanted to stay in the ring a little before they took him away.

He wanted to see what he had won.

When I saw the committee was awarding him the ears and the tail,

I walked over to the stretcher and said:

"Dad, they've given you everything."

And he answered:

"I can die now."

Almost there. I'll stop bothering you.

One last question. What is bullfighting?

Bullfighting?

It means meeting with someone for the first time

and every day at sunset,

looking him in the eye and, just after, telling him I have to kill him.

Thank you.

Ricardo Rossi for Radio Sudamerica.

Northern France

Excuse me.

Is there a problem with the Paris flight?

A problem?

I don't know. A hijacking, a bomb.

We'd know, wouldn't we?

Or do we have to wait to see it on TV?

I don't know. Why? Is it late?

I don't know. I have no idea. In fact, we never know.

They'd tell us, right?

I suppose so.

Thank you. You're very kind.

Are you okay?

I'm fine, thanks.

I just saw a man get transfished.

- Get what? - Transfished.

He may be dead.

There's no such word, Winnie.

You can say he was transferred if he had to move,

but transfished, I don't understand,

unless he was fished out of a tank.

Our teacher says a pike is a fish, like a sardine.

Yes. So?

He got spiked. Not with a fish but with a horn.

Spiked.

That comes from the word pike, like a spear,

not from pike the fish.

Mother!

You do that each time you hear a siren!

I didn't come home to have an accident.

And take your glasses off.

He's off to the morgue.

A morgue is for people.

Where is it they cut up animals?

An abattoir.

He's off to the abattoir, then.

The size of the thing!

How would you feel facing that?

I think it's a moment when all doubt vanishes.

If you end up facing it, it's your choice.

Hey, he's looking at you.

No, not at me, dear.

You know, I have an odd pupil.

She thinks all animals are bigger than her.

What's so odd about that?

I think she spies on me.

Spies on you? No one can spy on you.

- I think that animal is still bleeding. - I'm talking about a child here!

Drive, it's green.

- What's the child's name? - Winnie.

Winnie! Are you sure she's a human being?

Welcome to the day of your rebirth.

You will learn to return into your emotions as a baby.

You're all human beings. I can tell.

You have four limbs, two arms, two legs,

a head with perhaps even a brain,

and we're going to use all that to return to your primal emotions.

I'd like you to pair off into six groups of two,

six couples since there are 12 of you.

13 now.

Are you enrolled?

Yes.

And why did you enroll?

I don't know.

Maybe because I want to exist.

Good answer! The young lady wants to exist.

Perhaps she even has a bone to pick?

What kind of bone?

Something that annoys you, that prevents you from living.

A bone that sticks in your throat.

A bone that we shall try to dissolve together.

Yes, that's it.

Since there's an odd number of us,

I'll be your partner. You can be the child. Okay?

Okay.

Mr. Orchid, have you been with Mrs. Orchid long?

Yes, I see.

Well, you're going to work with Mr. Beard.

That'll be better.

And Mrs. Beard can go with Mrs. Orchid.

Well, this is looking good. It's lovely.

Very good. Rock your partner gently.

Very good. It's lovely.

I can't do it.

You can do it.

I'm sorry?

Brigitte? No, there's no Brigitte here.

You're welcome.

Brigitte? No.

Actually, this is the right number. Brigitte is dead.

You didn't know?

How did she die? She jumped out of the window.

Who am I?

Her last partner.

Really? How long had you been married?

I didn't know. She never told me.

Anyhow, she didn't suffer.

From the 9th floor. That's why she didn't suffer.

I'm sorry.

Chips with both?

Chips with both?

- Any developments? - Nothing.

I spilled some coffee this morning.

Where?

Here, on my sweater.

I can't see it without my glasses. Plus it's night.

I can't see it either.

I rinsed it out right away.

Even an inch away, you couldn't see it.

She stared at the stain all day.

She didn't take her eyes off me.

- I had to hide it with a book. - Who? Winnie?

What was I like when I was five?

Why do you ask?

No reason. I can't seem to remember.

You were...

dark.

Did I still wet myself?

I don't think so.

That's all I remember.

It happened, like with all children.

Once or twice, when you had a fever.

Just tell me, "At 5, you still wet yourself."

Don't be silly, Juanita.

Remember when I sang "Juanita Banana"?

You remember nothing about me.

Scissors.

Scissors.

Fred, go to bed.

Good night, Fred.

Juana wants me to go to Lille with her.

What shall I do?

You've refused so often, accept this time.

What if she asks me questions?

She won't ask anything.

She has a problem with a pupil. It's bothering her.

She doesn't know what to do.

She won't ask you anything.

What?

Nothing.

Paco?

I need to change.

Change something in my face.

Look, this bone here

has grown thicker from wearing glasses.

I sometimes feel a palpitation as if my heart was beating here.

It hurts. It makes me suffer.

Why tell me all this?

To get your opinion, my love.

Stop wearing your glasses, sweetheart.

I'll get an operation.

They'll cut me open,

remove some bone and stitch me back up.

Maybe they won't remove a thing.

You don't need to go under the knife.

What's going on?

You know what? Tomorrow,

I'm going to Lille with you.

You're getting more beautiful.

You too.

Have you seen his visitors?

- No. How many? - Three.

- One by one, then. - I think they're triplets.

Really?

No, not me. Them.

- They're in sterile gear? - Of course.

They mustn't touch anything.

Why do you move like that when I touch him?

Hands up!

- Who's got them? - You have.

You think I'm stupid? I gave them to you.

Take a good look.

In your pocket.

Where do I put them?

Hand them over.

- What are you doing? - I'm not killing him!

- Shall we sit down? - There are only two chairs.

Come on, Pedro.

Sit there. I'll sit on the bed.

But you're on the bullfighter's foot!

All right!

He looks well.

Your faces are a picture!

He can hear you in a coma.

We're here to help him, to cheer him up a little.

At least try to. This isn't a funeral.

Look.

Victor, we've brought you the ears.

Okay, tell him your Mexican joke.

The difference between guacamole and an American bicycle?

No, not that one.

Which one then?

You don't know any Mexican jokes?

You have hundreds of them. You tell them around the clock.

You tell them in your sleep!

- Hands off him! - I'm not touching him.

Now I dance the flamenco?

- Tell us a joke. - I have none left.

What do you mean, "none left"? And who are you to give me orders?

Are you crazy? Get out!

See you later, Victor.

See you later, bullfighter.

I've got no milk for my calf.

I can give you my milk if you want to feed him.

Think he'll like it?

- My milk's the best. - No, mine's the best.

Yours is all gone. Take mine.

All right.

Hi, everyone.

But mine's still the best.

I was only trying to help.

What are those horns?

I made them.

You made them?

Not for school.

It's not a real school day today. We're having a picnic.

Look.

Give your teacher the drops. And take those silly horns off.

If I can't wear my horns, I won't take my Valium.

Fred, you want some Valium?

Here, Fred.

- Had a nice ride? - Yes.

We went for the same ride as the other day.

Nice, wasn't it?

Here, Fred.

Help! Help!

Where is she?

I hope I wasn't too rough with my horn.

It's okay. I didn't feel a thing.

They're keeping you busy.

I hear you're the kangaroo in the forest episode.

Me? Who said that?

You're on the schedule.

I have a million things to do.

I can't. Why can't Veronique do it?

Her mom's dying.

Between you and me, that's a feeble excuse.

Playing a kangaroo is no fun.

You don't lose your mother every day.

If people had a real adolescent crisis, their parents' death

wouldn't be so tough. They'd be able to face death.

- You think so? - Of course.

Until you lose yours, you can't judge.

Are yours dead?

In a way, I suppose they are dead.

I'm 29, I'm an actress, I earn my living.

I could say I've earned my life.

I'm not saying it was easy, but the result is clear.

I'm a free woman.

You're single.

- Not by choice. - You're cute, though.

I'm not just saying that.

Stop right there.

It's not because I can't find anyone.

I'm just too dependent sexually. That's the problem.

It's a form of polygamy.

It frightens men.

It seems it's quite rare. It makes me suffer.

Well, I think so.

I admire you.

In my village, when a girl drops her keys in public,

she doesn't pick them up but calls on her neighbour

to borrow his double.

What does that mean?

Always call on the neighbour before you go home.

Let me do it, mom.

It's for you.

- For your birthday. - Thank you.

It's magnificent!

Mom, you didn't steal it?

Oh, really! I used the money from the boar sale.

Promise me you'll never sell it.

- Never. - Are you sure, Luc?

I swear, mom!

- You're sure? - I promise.

Why are you doing the belly? Never start with the belly!

I showed you with the duck.

Look.

Arthur.

Louis.

Cyril.

Antoine. J�r�my.

That's a stupid way of doing it. Give them numbers instead!

Look.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four and five.

Okay, mom.

That mutton wasn't fresh last night.

You know, I'm not supposed to eat kebabs.

No.

I didn't know.

You did know, Jacques.

There was red cabbage in it too.

Red cabbage can make my milk sour.

If I give birth now, I won't be able to feed the baby.

You know how important that is for me.

You know I was never breastfed.

You want to remind me of all that?

You think too much,

but there's something I don't get, Betty.

Why didn't you leave the red cabbage?

Am I supposed to take it out of your mouth for you?

You'd just eat your kebab without noticing what I'm eating.

- You'd never notice. - Please, Betty.

I'll be off now. I've had the eyes from Spain.

An ox or a bull, I'm not sure.

I'll examine them while they're fresh.

It's beautiful!

I've marked the route so you can pick me up from school.

Here. You won't get lost?

Where will you go?

I'll see. I'm free, dear.

I'll be going then.

Can you help me?

Thank you.

I think it's time for my medicine.

That's right.

I thought I put it in here.

Did you do this?

Yes, I did.

My mother must have put it in my bag.

It's funny.

- I was only little then. - You were five?

Look, did I draw people smaller than animals?

Look, I knew birds were in the sky.

They're old birds.

- Yours are stuffed. - I thought you drew better.

But you do circles well.

That's right.

How come?

I can't manage to do them, but you could when you were little.

It's weird.

Fifty.

Fifty-two.

Fifty-three.

Fifty-four.

These are for the car.

I didn't count, but there were very few red cars.

I told you that means nothing.

It would if you looked at number plates.

Then you could compare.

- I don't care about those. - You see, it's a stupid game.

Stop doing that Belgian accent.

I can't help it. I feel Belgian.

- Know why there's no ketchup? - No.

Because of them.

- It's the school holidays. - Sure.

We'll never know school holidays. You'll never have children.

You can't say.

Don't be stupid.

Know who's going to call in an hour for your birthday?

Your brother.

Fancy that! I thought I saw your father drive by in a 2 CV.

There are no 2 CVs on the motorway.

And your father's dead, stupid.

Shit.

Blind in one eye.

How come?

Did another bull wound him?

No. A lot of bulls are born that way.

One-eyed bulls are the most dangerous.

They leave the pen

and the audience thinks they're just like the others,

but no.

It can't see everything. It holds its head differently.

It must be a terrible feeling.

You realize you're alone with it

and that it's hiding something from you,

that its body is hiding something.

As if a good friend lost an arm. You need to get used to it.

No. In that case,

your view of him is altered.

You can still touch a misshapen body.

But in the bullring,

even if you know how to fight, there's a clinical factor in the bull

that shatters your bearings.

Doubt kicks in at that point.

You'll get your surprise.

Just like last year.

Only you'll get it this year.

You've got no patience!

You're sad now.

Wait! Wait for me!

One. One, two, three. Testing.

Ladies and gentlemen, today in your hypermercado...

Bravery, passion, strength and power

straight from Spain to your dog's mouth!

Today, ladies and gentlemen, the one who eats from his bowl,

who guards your garden, your faithful companion,

will be carried back to his primitive state

by a bone!

Roll up! Roll up!

Buy a fighting bull's bone for a toothless dog!

A fresh bull's bone!

He's going to get transfished.

Put some horns in your dog's life! Bring the bullring into your garden!

Come on, ladies and gentlemen, buy a fresh bull's bone

for a toothless dog!

We could get one for Fred.

We'll take one.

This one?

Isn't it a bit big?

Can you gift-wrap it?

Jorge? Jorge?

Georges!

Gift-wrap?

We don't have any wrapping paper.

Sorry, we don't have any.

- What does "Romero" mean? - Yes, what does it mean?

Romero?

Actually, I'm Italian. I don't speak a word of Spanish.

It doesn't matter.

The right choice. You won't regret it.

Let's go.

Not at all. Yesterday, I left a message saying

that Mr. H, as in "hatchet" or "Hegel,"

wasn't quite dead.

I just wanted to tell you that I didn't do it today either.

I'm alive.

There. Have a good evening.

You too.

No problem.

Fred's bone!

Winnie, lie down so no one can see you.

Henri, you can go now.

Are you kidding? Fetch the bone.

- You could thank me. - That was a close call.

130 francs for the squirrel on its branch.

130 is too expensive.

Try 110. It's mounted upside down.

No, it has all its teeth!

130 francs! It has all its teeth!

Watch things while I take a look around.

This hen's really beautiful. It's fantastic.

Not so fantastic.

They're mine.

Impossible. They're mine.

Not possible.

The scar's looking good.

The bodywork's fine, but not the engine.

He's a blood donor. We know his profile.

Yes. The first matching liver is for him.

If we don't get a liver,

how long can he last?

Not long. Not long at all.

How shall I put it?

The liver has packed in.

But it doesn't matter. It's all right.

Medicine has made a lot of progress.

- Maybe, but he'll need a transplant. - Don't worry about that.

I saw loads done at medical school.

These days, a transplant is like a toothache!

He won't even notice, and the scar is tiny.

You can barely see it.

You have a liver?

No.

I have two tests to do tomorrow. I'm making good progress.

It's very interesting.

What did you do today?

I filled the aquarium.

That's good.

Go in, J�r�my, they won't eat you.

Can you have him? His dad and I need to talk.

Of course. Come on in.

- Sit down. - Thank you.

Should you be eating that?

Good, isn't it?

Tell me when you want to pee!

Look, it's soaked now!

I know you have problems at home, but you could let me know.

All right, don't move.

What are you doing with that?

J�r�my!

Are you crazy?

- Where's the other? - Under there.

I have to work with those eyes!

- I couldn't move the couch. - I'm not surprised.

Where is it?

There.

Out of the way!

You put some paper under here too?

No, I didn't!

One, two, three, four, five.

Someone wanted to buy the horns.

How much?

Who cares how much? I won't sell.

Do as you want.

What do you mean? You bought them for me.

I can't. You said they were for us both.

I don't remember. I'm going a bit batty.

You never usually change your mind.

Maybe, but there's an April moon tonight.

Let's go and find some deer.

Let me tell you something.

I never mentioned

that your father was deaf and dumb.

Look, he'd go like this.

Then he'd go like this.

Like this, like this, like this, and like this.

That meant he wanted to go far away,

cross the sea and build a house.

I was the only one in our village

who realized he wanted to go to America.

And he married me.

He's in America?

Your father's dead, stupid!

- Hold your fork properly. - Mom, please.

Tonight, you will be reborn! You're going to make it tonight!

We'll find our primal scream!

Good evening.

I just came to tell you that I know who damaged your car.

It was a shopping cart.

- You were there? - Yes.

Was it deliberate or not?

I mean, my car's a wreck now.

It's hard to say if it was deliberate or not.

It's hard to say. It was kind of deliberate.

I knew it!

Do you work at the supermarket?

No, not at all. I don't do anything.

Not now, anyway. I used to be a philosopher.

I wrote notes.

You know, those books to help with exams.

I did a few of them. But now I skate.

Will you join me in the pool?

But you really have to be naked.

Do not hesitate to give a name to aspects of your partner.

There's nothing sexual in this.

Step behind your partner

and help him or her to give the scream.

It's important to have someone behind you when you scream.

How do you choose who...?

Go on, if you want. I'm totally out of this.

Mind my plaster there.

It's a pity you've given up philosophy.

I failed my exams

but I remember those notes were useful.

I hope you didn't fail because of me.

You know, it's hard to help people in their despair.

They look at me, sitting there, on their shelves,

the cause and witness of their failure.

It's hard to live with.

I can believe it.

What do you do?

Switch around!

I'm an actress.

That's why you're so comfortable with your body.

Maybe.

What do you act in?

Everything.

That's good.

I've ordered pizza.

Will there be enough?

Should be, I've ordered eight. You never know.

What do you mean?

That's five too many.

Pizzas can be frozen, Betty.

What are you doing?

Looking for the ashtray. I want to smoke again.

It was the pizzas.

Perhaps you don't trust me enough.

If we told each other a secret, perhaps we'd trust each other.

I'm not going to find my scream like this.

Can we switch positions?

Is that okay?

Actually, I use car registrations to make up phone numbers.

I dial the number, and there are three possibilities.

Either the number doesn't exist, or it exists and no one answers

or, more rarely but it happens, someone answers.

What do you do then?

Usually, I ask for Brigitte.

They say it's a wrong number

but some people actually tell me about Brigitte.

People are so lonely.

Thanks to me, they're able to make up a story.

What's your secret?

You see all these plasters?

I'm having all my moles removed.

Except this one?

My father has the same, and I didn't tell my parents.

What's your name?

Alexis.

And you?

Carlotta Ida Francesca.

I think I'm finding my scream.

I don't speak Italian.

I think I have to get out.

He's going to love this.

Look. Who's this for?

It's for you!

Who's that? Expecting anyone?

Here, take this.

Good evening.

I have a problem. He found you thanks to this medication.

My car's a total wreck!

I've seen you somewhere before.

You're the bone seller, aren't you?

Come on in.

I'll take the Valium.

Actually, it seems your cart deliberately hit my car.

I'm a witness.

I want compensation.

You've come to the right place.

I mean, I'm sorry. It was me, or rather us.

We're really sorry.

What can we do?

What the hell's that?

- It's huge! - That's Fred.

He doesn't look well.

- What's wrong with him? - I don't know.

He's dead.

I didn't order this.

You ordered the bull.

I'll be right back. It's my first day.

Sorry, that's not your order.

It's not beef?

No, it's bull, in a Rioja wine sauce.

A Spanish dish.

I'm sorry.

I'll keep it.

Are you sure?

It's the last helping, and that man...

All right.

Bring me something else.

Mom, you're crazy!

You'd started eating it.

I only had a nibble or two.

Here he comes again.

It's yours. The gentleman will have a steak.

He says that he used to know you.

- Shall I warm it up for you? - No, it's all right.

I'm sorry.

- Thank him. - It's because I tasted it.

He's not being nice, you know.

So you know him?

Never seen him before. Never seen him.

I don't have a knife.

- What did you have for lunch? - A sandwich.

In the sun.

Snail

Poke out your horns in the sun

I found the drawing.

Were you pleased?

I needed something in my bag and I found it.

I drew pretty well.

- The apples looked good. - I don't remember.

I put it in your bag as we left.

I could draw perfect circles at 5!

My teacher never said?

I can't remember.

How's your little pest?

She's fine.

She's perfectly all right. I was just a bit paranoid.

She spotted the problem in the drawing.

Perhaps my teacher put the wrong date.

Maybe.

Is it good?

- What? - The bull.

A bit too much wine, but it's not bad.

Juliette.

I'm sorry? I'm not Juliette.

- Forgive me. - Don't mention it.

We've never met.

You were Anne's friend.

You lived near the music school and couldn't play the cello.

I think you had dyslexia.

I don't know Anne or the music school.

Forgive me.

I'm sorry.

I don't believe it!

Who the hell is he, the new Romeo?

That was funny.

We'll tell Dad. He'll split his sides.

Meeting a man through a switched plate.

You mingled your saliva.

Stop it!

The start of an affair...

I'll call Dad.

Mom!

Are you okay?

You're not cold?

A cigarette?

Look.

The pretty apples.

Shall I serve you?

Dead meat in the living room is a health hazard.

After all, by now, the worms are moving in.

Look.

If you don't mind, I'd like to have a wake.

He'll stay there for tonight.

He seemed very nervous all day long.

I don't know.

He kept drooling.

Could he have possibly had an emotional shock?

Sorry, it's nerves.

Those dogs have weak hearts.

We'd bought him a present.

Lucy was unwrapping his bone.

It's as if it was too much for him.

The bone you bought from me?

I hope it's not my fault.

No, it was just a bone.

A bull's bone!

Still got your gun?

Winnie! Don't be silly!

Are you crazy?

Unload the thing, for God's sake!

There's only one bullet and it's for...

It's for me.

All right.

There. It's empty now.

It's funny, I had a cousin who had that very same lamp.

When you stepped under it, you felt obliged to tell the truth.

The very same lamp.

We can't give your real name.

Berg�, like all our guests, has just left prison.

You're here to tell us about the book you've written,

"My Mother's Eyes".

A very moving book that teaches us a great deal.

Why call it "My Mother's Eyes"?

Perhaps because my mother's eyes were the first thing I saw.

That makes sense.

It might heal up.

To sum up your story, it began last year

when your mother's head was found in your home,

a head you'd kept for some years.

That's right.

Your mother died at home 5 years ago

and you decided to keep her head.

That inspires a number of questions.

Firstly, what on earth made you make such a decision

and, on a practical level, how did you keep it?

Mom used to take me to museums.

She loved to see big, stuffed animals in museums.

I decided to stuff her head with plaster.

Had you practiced on other items before?

No. The idea had always interested me

but I'd never had a chance to try it. It was the first time.

This was the first time. I came home

We haven't danced for a while. Want to dance?

And started to part her head from her body.

I'll peel the onions.

Why? We've eaten.

I'm crying.

But I'd like to put it to some use.

Want my anchovy?

- I've got olives. - I'll have one.

You want the olives?

She wanted to donate her organs.

We found the card on her.

They've started taking them.

There.

You wouldn't think so

but the cuts are quite deep.

There's one like my mother's.

It'll be the hardest one to remove.

It's midway between my nipples.

Apparently, it has all kinds of roots.

After your birth, your mother left for France.

She'd been involved in something before we met.

What are you talking about?

She killed someone.

- Perhaps not on purpose. - You don't kill by accident.

They were both sixteen.

They were always together at the school.

One day, your mother's best friend vanished.

There was an investigation. The police searched everywhere.

She moved her friend's body each night.

She dragged her from one room to another

to foil the investigators.

That went on for eight days.

Then, in the end, Juliette confessed everything.

Anne had broken her neck on the stairs.

They had fought.

Juliette wanted her for herself.

Mom wasn't called Juliette.

I'm the one who named her Alicia.

- When did she come back? - When you were 5.

- I loved her. - Me too.

You should never have entered Another person's life

You're just a stain on the floor That no one cleans

To reach you We have to dig down

Deep into the heart of a new life

To tell you it can grow again

You should never have entered Another person's life

You must look alive To draw people to you

By moving near the dead We can believe they still move

You wait to be spoken to You'll know by the sound

Beneath the lava Life goes on

You should never have entered Another person's life

You'll understand That you can always sleep

Closed eyes help you think The one kissing you can't see

That his disgust isn't real The pleasure's only yours

You'll never give it again

You should never have entered Another person's life

And when you feel it stir within you

You'll think the monster is dead

A mere stain With the plant growing back

Listen well

If it's your heart You'll never burn again

You never burn twice You live several times over

You never burn twice You live several times over

Wait! Where are you going?

They were born at 5. Five daughters.

Your wife will wake in two hours. You can register the birth.

I have a question first.

How can she give birth to five babies

without any family history of it?

It's very rare.

Her treatment over the last 3 years tends to lead to multiple births.

Her treatment.

For what?

Fertility treatment.

- Three years? - More or less.

You should know better than me.

In any case, it worked.

Congratulations!

Wider.

I felt something move.

It's his heart.

Open.

Idiot.

Clown.

Jacques, have you got the time?

Lovely day, isn't it?

Yes, okay.

I didn't understand the last bit.

It's five o'clock.