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Cut it out!

Only you!

Nobody else finds it funny!

Dad!

Blake!

Hello.

Aliocha was this big last time.

Our friend Jeff. And Max, of course.

Hello.

OK.

You alright?

You're late, Albert. - I know...

But with the car,

on the dirt roads...

Two hours late.

You told me to turn right after the town...

I never said turn right.

I wrote it down.

Know how long I've waited?

Two hours?

Way longer.

I was so worried, I flew all around.

And now I'm out of fuel.

Alright...

Look, is there a...

You're such a dumbass!

You jerk!

Glad to see you!

Me too!

You OK?

Sure.

Are you scared of cold water? - No.

We'll go tomorrow morning.

I didn't say yes.

You brought a swimsuit? - Yup.

Well?

Great, huh?

Dammit!

Sorry. - No worries.

May I introduce Millie?

My collaborator

who, fortunately, is better at editing films than guarding vases.

A pleasure. - Albert Gary.

I'm thrilled to meet you, Mr Gary.

I love the films you two made.

I'm very touched. Call me Albert.

I'm Aliocha.

Pretty name. Is it Russian?

Yeah, my parents named me after a Dostoevsky book.

Which one?

The Brothers Karamazov. - Haven't read it.

No? You have to!

It presages the whole 20th century.

Nietzsche, Freud...

Are you giving your lecture? - Yes!

He's a male character.

My daughter's above gender stereotypes...

Obviously.

Right?

We're sure to get along.

It's true, Aliocha's a beautiful name.

Jeff. - Millie.

This is Ferran and Barney.

Ferran is a gifted chef

and very good friend.

He's not your slave.

My real name's Charles.

No, it's Ferran.

Everyone helps cooking, cleaning, the dishes...

Understood?

Everyone. - Sure.

And Barney's the spiritual guide of the lodge.

Our hunting and fishing guide...

my best friend... Barney.

Welcome. - Thank you.

Did you get our supplies?

Outside. - My son, Max.

I'll show you your rooms.

Is it comfortable?

It'll do.

The bed's slinky.

Slinky?

I see...

What now?

My room's way bigger.

What's your room like?

Like this.

Seriously?

Why'd you get it? - You're always bitching.

There's only one bed, so...

What's going on?

Check out her room and then check ours.

Unbelievable. - There are two of us.

Incredible. You two want to share a bed?

It's perfect.

What, aren't they happy? - No, it's cool.

He's an eternal discontent. - No, it's just...

Switch with your dad. - No.

No thanks, it'll be fine.

No, you're sure?

His room's twice as big.

Twice. You need more room.

You always revert to force!

It's a hug. I'm giving you a hug.

It's love.

You've grown a paunch. - It's also love.

It's their fault.

What a pest!

It's them!

He's such a pest.

Come on, stop it.

You have a paunch. - Sure, the easy life.

The wine, the years...

The comfort.

You're the cook at home? - Yeah.

Yeah? - Of course.

Your dad used to have a new girlfriend every week.

Every week a new restaurant. - Dad, you never told us.

It's not true.

To realize how fantastic your mom was, I needed to compare.

But mostly I had my heart broken, many times!

And he was there

to pick up the pieces.

Stop it. Stop.

Look at him.

Look at the athlete!

You see?

The lithe hips...

He's in shape.

Great, your shoes on my bed...

Wait, I'll help you get up.

Careful!

You'll put your back out.

Albert?

Yeah?

Don't cut me.

Poor little bunny,

Hopping o'er the fields...

Here, where my finger is.

But not my finger.

I'll gobble you up!

That's it. Stop!

Now the other one.

Well done.

Good. Stop!

You eat meat, right?

Yeah, it's not the same.

Grab a bit of the skin...

Shit, that stench.

It's OK. - The smell's overpowering.

He's like that.

Naturally. He's sensitive.

He's still holding the rabbit.

You OK, Dad?

I'm fine, I'm fine!

You sure? - Yeah, I'm fine.

I just need some air.

And after the flight.

He's feeling nauseous.

Want me to take it?

You OK?

Dad, want some water?

Goodness!

He'll be fine.

You OK?

Yeah, I feel fine.

Max, you're such an ass!

Quit bugging your sister!

You know it grosses her out.

Don't get upset, it's bad for your heart.

It's my stomach I'm worried about.

I dunno, the flight made me nauseous.

That smell makes me sick. - You're pale.

Yeah, I don't feel well.

Want some juice?

I have juice, milk...

No, sorry...

It was just a bit strong.

Albert said you want to direct.

Yeah.

That's exciting.

Have you directed anything?

No, but...

I've written a script.

Really? - Yeah.

I hope to shoot it.

That's the idea.

You gotta have something to say, in here.

Yeah.

I just wanted to say...

I love what you do.

The Raid is what made me want to make films.

It's incredible.

Thank you.

And Lorenzo's...

It's insane!

Was that really your childhood?

Sorry, I know it's a movie, but...

You really tried to kill your granddad?

You don't hold back.

Have you seen my last films?

I... Well, no.

I didn't know you'd...

Come on.

Ever seen one?

Millie's editing my next documentary.

It's an editing table?

Yup.

The Japanese poster.

Here.

My collection of knickknacks.

Don't touch!

They say if you do, you'll never win one.

This is for you.

My shooting script for The Raid.

With my notes.

Can I read it?

It's for you.

Thanks!

Careful with it. - I promise.

Bring it back after.

Deal.

I'll put it in my room. - Go ahead.

You called us good for nothings.

You called us good for nothings.

I said, "Work! You don't work hard enough."

You told me, "You do everything better than the others."

I do everything better than you, too.

Hold on, just a second.

Just a sec.

You don't write better than me.

I didn't mean...

As well as you, at least.

Hold on...

You're a great director.

A great, great director.

No one denies that.

But not a better writer than me.

If you wrote by yourself,

your films would be a mess, you'd...

get lost in useless scenes that would drag on forever.

No, you're very passionate.

And that's wonderful.

But that passion means you want each scene to be

rhythmic but also contemplative,

humorous but tragic...

So there's a...

Even back then, when you showed me your first scripts...

You didn't like my saying it, but I didn't sense a scriptwriter in you.

Just like there's no

director in me.

I don't know if I told you, I tried, but...

Total failure.

So you need

other people around you, like me and Millie...

Why did you stop working together?

Long story. I'll let Blake answer.

Coward.

Come on!

"I'll let Blake answer."

You know why.

We'd gone as far as

we could go together, that's all.

I was getting bored doing fiction, I wanted...

reality. I wanted truth, documentaries...

What, "Hmm"?

Just be honest.

Really. Could I have made my last two docs with Hmms?

Of course not. - You were always like that.

Things that are simple,

beauty...

You're blind, totally uninterested.

For me, the first person I meet could be the subject of my next film...

You, the beauty of a tree leaves you completely indifferent.

That's totally false.

I'm fine with the contemplative.

I introduced you to Tarkovsky's films.

Exactly, you're stuck on Tarkovsky, the Brothers Karamazov.

You're stuck in the past. You can't let go.

You can't let go.

I'm talking about contemplation, that's all.

I like your wine.

Thanks.

I brought

only natural wines.

The very best artisanal winegrowers from Beaujolais, the Jura and Burgundy.

Carbonic maceration.

Native vines, no sulfites...

Fantastic.

But I'm saving the best for another meal. A little wine...

from the Etna Valley in Sicily.

No, it's sublime.

A masterpiece.

Yup, for another meal.

Really.

Who are you working for?

Dad's writing for

a new animated series

called Rock Lobster.

It's about a lobster lost in Manhattan.

Yup.

I know it sounds a bit...

But it's very good.

Very, very good.

It's lots of fun.

It's not Manhattan...

It's Toronto. - Sorry.

What, it's a kids' series?

For all ages, really. It's about a lobster

who lives on the Magdalen Islands.

He makes documentaries, too.

The poor guy gets caught.

And he ends up in...

the aquarium of a big restaurant in Toronto.

And as he's the rebellious sort of lobster,

he decides to plan his escape

with the help of his seafood pals.

They get out

and form an avant-garde art rock band, hence the name...

Rock Lobster.

No, no, it's...

It's good, it's...

Sounds cool.

The lobster represents being different

and its shell...

our inability to go beyond preconceived ideas.

It's a great concept, Dad.

It'll pay your tuition at Bard. I can't wait till Blake returns to fiction.

Hold on.

- Is it a prestigious school? - Quite a bit.

Don't blame me for your choices.

No, I just mean, I have to work.

Sure you have to work.

But it's not my fault you have to do TV to pay her studies.

That's contemptible.

Contemptible?

Did you hear yourself? - It's not what I said.

I only meant, I need to work.

You said it.

Nobody asked you to wait.

I haven't waited. I've been working.

That's your problem, you wait for people to call.

Yes, you wait, you wait.

I don't wait, I do things.

At school you said, "If you don't have a vision, your camera will see nothing."

Where's your vision, if you do precisely what you were against?

"TV? Never! It numbs people's minds."

Didn't you teach that?

That TV contributes to the moral and intellectual decline of our age.

And it's my fault you're doing that?

Don't blame me for what your kids are ashamed of.

It's a bit contemptible, here at the table.

Waiting for Blake to give me work.

I'm not ashamed of my father. - Thanks, son.

Aren't you going a bit far?

No, I don't think so.

Saying my kids are ashamed of me?

Because I dared to say that I have other projects?

And yes, back then, 20 fucking years ago

I told my students not to do TV.

You say we shouldn't remain stuck in the past. We change.

And changing... - Is dredging shit up 3 or 4 years later?

We don't work together anymore.

Please!

That's not what I said. I said I've other projects.

And for me, changing means compromising sometimes.

Imagine, I have to make a living.

Of course you do. Of course.

But if you did a doc with me, you wouldn't earn half what you make in TV.

Don't talk to me about money!

Don't talk about money!

Mr TV Writer. - Don't go there!

Y'know, today Barney spotted

a mother moose with two calves, right?

Yup.

Really, you're lecturing me?

In your cottage lost in the woods crammed with stuffed animals?

What the...?

You dare talk to me about my children?

You brought them up. - No, I didn't!

You're so dishonest. - You preach to me?

I'm the only fan you have left.

Albert...

You brought up your kids and our work.

I just said I needed to work. - That's not what you said.

That's not what you said.

Coffee, anyone? - Yes, please.

Saying my kids are ashamed of me?

And I went too far? - That's right.

You don't say that to a father.

It's obvious you don't have a kid. Or didn't look after him.

Come again?

You didn't look after him, you weren't there.

If you don't like it, I'll fly you out tomorrow.

Coming here, flaunting your cowardice...

I didn't do anything!

I just said... Fuck!

If you came here to attack me...

You attacked me, saying they're ashamed!

You attacked me!

C'mon, boys.

Saying I wasn't there for my kid.

Where were you when my wife died?

What about that? - Stop.

Where were you when I was a mess?

They were here, not you!

You told me to fuck off, that's why.

That's bullshit. Hypocrite!

I was there, through your depressions... - Liar!

That's why we ended it. Because he's a hypocrite.

And for another reason I won't go into.

Let's all calm down.

We're not leaving it like this.

It's...

We're here to be together, not pull this shit.

Well said, Barney.

It was really good, Ferran. - Delicious!

Look, I'm sorry. I...

I went too far. I'm sorry.

Using my kids to attack me...

That got to me. I'm really sorry.

Drink up.

Let's make peace.

You know I hate fighting.

Your health, Albert.

Cheers, kids. - To you both.

Is he married?

He's had lots of relationships.

His last wife died

of cancer, a few years ago.

Since then, he's been alone.

And

did he have kids with other women too? - I dunno.

Hey guys, do you have any toothpaste?

There's none in my bathroom.

Ali,

could you cover up a bit?

Why?

The sight of female flesh? - No, you're my sister.

And my friend's here.

You don't say that to a woman.

Night, little boys. - G'night.

Sorry.

My sister's an exhibitionist.

She's a sex maniac, too.

What do you mean?

I found her watching porn and...

You kidding?

But what...

was she watching?

Like, really weird shit.

Like, S&M.

Sado-masochism.

Really? - Yeah, like...

a girl getting slapped

while sucking a guy.

She tells him to hit her harder.

Weird shit.

Anyway...

G'night.

How'd you see all that?

Were you spying on her?

No, she's my sister.

Not so loud!

I couldn't sleep

so I went downstairs to watch TV.

She was on the computer.

I wish I hadn't seen it.

And her?

What was she doing, just watching?

Like, was she touching herself?

She's my sister!

Come on, Jeff.

Where you going?

Here. - Thanks.

G'night.

Blake?

An arrow.

Millie,

go with them.

Spielberg, come with me.

What do I do, 'cause...

Albert, shh!

Not so loud.

We'll meet back in 3 hours.

You dropped an arrow.

Let's go.

Just look!

Beautiful, huh?

Great, huh?

I could spend hours here, even days.

Who is it?

Me.

Just a sec.

Yeah?

The bathroom's free.

Thanks.

You good?

Yeah.

Fed up with my brother?

He's cool.

Lucky you.

You OK?

Yeah.

I realize I love being in nature.

The fresh air,

the woods.

It's great for reading. And writing.

Yeah, I agree that...

this is the ideal spot.

And you?

Me, what?

What are you reading?

Right now

Swallowed by Réjean Ducharme.

OK.

Yeah. - Did you like it?

I haven't finished, but

it's pretty good.

Yeah.

Are you reading it for school?

No, it's...

it's out of personal interest.

Yeah.

I see that you write.

A novel.

What's it about?

It's called The Spring.

It's about a secret elitist society in Denmark...

and the decline of western culture.

The first chapter's The Desire to Lose.

My protagonist, Nicolette, shows that,

contrary to what we think,

people don't seek

to win,

but rather to lose,

to punish themselves because they feel guilty for existing.

That's true, it's...

It's...

It's like...

The way you...

put it, I find is really...

It's really interesting.

What the fuck!

You OK?

I'm really sorry for...

It's fine.

Look, you see there?

That clearing?

That's the house.

We worried. Aliocha didn't sleep.

Me first? - Go ahead.

I'll take you, then pick up two friends.

Should we worry? Are you going to sleepwalk every night.

You'll see me on the roof.

Don't go in the lake!

The lake would be dangerous for me.

It's good to see you here.

I'm glad you could come.

Hello.

Hélène. - Hi, lovebirds!

Aliocha.

A pleasure, I'm Eddy.

Hello, Jeff.

We're not together.

Millie, my collaborator.

Hello. - She's my editor.

Albert Gary.

A pleasure.

Sorry, I have my hands full.

Dad wrote Blake's best films.

But...

I'm sorry, of course.

I love your films. - Thank you so much!

Really, you write with such subtlety.

Coming from you, that's a great compliment,

because, honestly, I'm a huge fan of yours.

I had a giant poster of you!

Thanks for including us.

Thank you.

When's your next film?

That's not up to me.

What do you mean? - Well, Blake...

is making other kinds of films, which is fine.

You have to work together again.

Maybe one day.

This is your daughter? - Yes.

An original name.

Aliocha? - For a girl.

Dad, easy on the wine.

Would you like to unpack?

Sure, why not?

Millie, would you show them their room?

What?

Show them their room?

Well...

Yeah, sure.

With great pleasure.

If you don't mind. - Not at all, come.

Alright, Eddy... - See you later.

Mind the stairs.

Dad!

It's my second glass. - Sure it is.

Who is she, an actress?

You've never heard of Hélène Falke? - No.

Jeff, seriously?

In the 90s she was amazing. How can you not know her?

It's inexcusable.

She asked why we weren't working together, so I answered.

You're a drama queen!

What am I supposed to say? - You embarrass me in front of her.

Is Hélène Falke that important to you?

Yeah, she's a friend.

If she's a friend, what's the problem?

Friends don't judge you.

It's not about judging. You're so petty, Albert!

You're being petty.

Do I embarrass you? Now that's petty!

Ingmar...

Is he OK?

What's wrong?

He's not well.

Is he sick?

His lymph nodes are swollen.

You OK, boy?

Is he alright?

We'll take care of you, pal.

You'll get better.

Sounds fishy.

TMI.

He's about to faint.

Stop, you'll encourage him.

He's right.

A toast!

A toast to... Well, we have two things

to celebrate.

Two!

Just two.

To celebrate tonight. First...

The safe return of our dear Jeff, the hero of the hay!

The hero of...

The...

You can do it!

The hero of the day!

Or hero of the hay!

Of the hay!

Who last night faced down nature's grim indifference,

and came out unscathed.

And we welcome two new friends to our fine club...

Hélène and Eddy,

who've joined us from France in Québec's heart of darkness.

Remember, Spielberg: What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

Indeed.

What doesn't kill makes you crazy.

Thanks! - Cheers.

Delicious.

I almost forgot... - Dad, please. We're hungry.

I like every wine.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the crown roast of venison that we'll eat tonight.

The massacre goes on.

I prepared something just for you.

He's fawning after his humiliating defeat at chess.

Or my glorious victory, Dad.

When a woman beats a man, it's a humiliation.

But when a man beats a woman, it's a victory.

Good point!

Listen to this.

I was going to tell Eddy a story.

Because the deer Ferran cooked...

Cost a lot. - Yes, it cost a lot.

We were hunting it with

bow and arrow.

But that involved a slight adventure.

Barney and I set off to hunt

in my Beaver.

Your seaplane? - The one you flew in, more or less.

Minus the parts we had to replace.

So we're over a lake about half an hour from here by plane.

We spot a bunch of deer

and we decide to land to bag one.

But the lake's too short.

We crash. - You crash?

Yup.

It's more like we ended up parked on a sandbar in the reeds.

You've been outed!

When we say crash, the plane...

Not a total write-off, but we had to call for help

because we couldn't take off.

I call that a crash.

One of the floats didn't float anymore, so...

It was a bit...

Fortunately we hit the bank or else we would've sunk.

So there we were,

somewhat shaken,

because we'd barely missed

the trees.

He had his flask of Jameson's.

Magnificent.

Truly magnificent.

And then

what do we spot

come out of the woods?

The buck we'd seen.

Who was wondering,

who are those jerks making all that noise?

What's a buck? - A buck?

A huge male...

Yeah, it's a male deer.

I grab my bow and an arrow,

open the door,

lean out of the Beaver...

Right in the jugular.

He didn't suffer.

And here he is. - It's still killing.

But it's epic.

I totally get where you're coming from.

But it's not entirely the same relationship.

Hunting isn't the same. I'm not buying meat at the supermarket.

You hunt an animal you'll eat for a year.

The relationship's not the same. It's my arrow, but...

Listening to you, I wonder which one's the animal?

Aliocha, really!

No, that's fair.

Listen,

to kill an animal, you have to revert to an animal state.

You go hunting

to be in communion with something beyond you.

In tracking an animal, you yourself are tracked.

When I take a life,

I give up some of mine.

The hunter!

And philosopher.

Smooth talker!

Beautiful.

We're sentimental, you and I.

Everyone cries after their first deer. Everyone.

Everyone what? - Cries after their first deer.

Empty your glasses. I'll pour the next bottle.

I want the memory of this one to be alive

in your mouths and hearts.

So...

We're still...

We're still on...

on Mt Etna, but on the north slope.

Frank Cornelissen and his famous Susucaru.

As it happens,

Cornelissen is Ciro's sworn enemy. Of course.

Who wants?

Me!

One sec.

I have to get over the adventures of our dear host.

Eddy?

Enjoy.

It's good.

Thanks.

Wonderful aroma. - Here you go.

May we? - Sure, go ahead.

Careful.

Gratinéed squash!

And now, the sides.

I hear what you say about hunting and I understand.

But lots of other practices are harmful, too.

I agree, but...

Killing is killing. It didn't die... - That's true.

...of natural causes. - Yes, but you could say...

Humans used to have predators too.

Yes, but we've evolved.

We have other sources of food.

The wine, the Susucaru? - It's excellent.

Perhaps it's just... closed.

I don't recognize it.

Completely different.

It's not corked. - No, it's not...

No, the problem's not that it's corked or still closed.

It's very strange.

I'll try it again.

It's very weird. It's like it's a different wine.

But you opened it.

It's not the right wine?

Very strange.

What's going on?

It's like...

No, as if it were

a different wine. You see the cork?

It's plastic. You can remove it and put it back in.

You're saying you think somebody emptied your bottle

and put something else in?

I didn't say that, but...

I'm saying... it's possible.

Is the war between Ciro and Susucaru that bad?

You know no one would do that?

It's really good.

I dunno.

Maybe it's a bad bottle. That happens.

It hasn't turned.

Still,

it's only wine.

Absolutely, but it's...

it's not Susucaru in the bottle.

Dad, stop!

I think you're being paranoid.

It's alright.

Albert, no!

Yeah, I'm fine.

I see where this is going.

Albert needs a plate.

He's going to... - You OK?

I have palpitations. - He's OK.

He's had 41 heart attacks since I've known him.

I have extrasystoles, but very strong.

I do too. - Really?

You have them?

It goes up very high, but it'll come back down.

No problem, no problem.

Calm down. - We all love you.

Just keep breathing.

And don't fall into conspiracy theories or...

I don't think anyone here did anything wrong.

That Susucaru...

from Sicily or Chibougamow...

Chibougamau!

Chibougamau, not Chibougamow.

I'll have a bit more.

Me too, please, my dear.

You're hyperventilating. - I know, it's fine.

I'm sure you're right. No problem.

I guarantee the next bottle will be perfect.

Perfect.

I'd like to make a toast

with this magnificent Susucaru, which is delicious...

to a great,

great friend.

He's loyal, faithful...

We owe him a lot tonight.

And to whom I owe a lot personally because he picked me up

at a time in my life when I was

in really bad shape.

My dear Barney...

To Barney!

Are you kids drunk?

I'm out of beer.

How many have you had?

Three.

I've had two.

Really? Do you feel drunk?

No, I'm fine.

Dad!

Oh my god!

A shitshow.

I gotta say, he's good.

I broke into a sweat.

Poor guy.

I gotta pee.

What a nightmare.

It's good.

Not bad.

Nice bouquet.

I prefer mine.

And one aspect that was beautiful

is that in death, she was able to reconcile people

who weren't speaking, like my sister and I.

I hadn't spoken to your aunt Alexandrine for 10 years.

And of course she was there.

And obviously I wasn't going to make a scene

with my poor dying mother there.

We had to tolerate each other, but we did more than tolerate.

We made up with each other.

Crazy, huh?

It was a wonderful gift Mom left us.

It's a beautiful story. - Really.

How's it going here?

Albert told us a story. - Did he?

Sorry to interrupt.

Ferran and I thought we'd sing you a song.

Did I tell you my dad was from Louisiana?

Of course you know, Albert.

That's where we're going.

So, of course my dad had the voice of an angel.

Unlike me.

But we'll give it a try.

So...

Working's too hard

And stealing's not OK

And asking for charity

Is something I can't do

Every day that I live

People ask what I live off

I say I live off love

And I hope to live to be old

I take my violin

And I pick up my bow

And I play my old waltz

To get my friends to dance

You know, my friends

Life's just too short

To make it hard on yourself

So let's go dancing tonight

Working's too hard...

10 - 2,

10 - 2,

and cast!

Hi, Jeff.

Careful or I'll take out an eye.

Any bites?

Nah. The current's supposed to take the fly but there's no current here.

Jeff!

Want to learn to cast?

Jeff, gimme a hand.

Help me, please.

I think it's...

Is it hooked on my neck?

I can't see.

No, it's fine. - Where is it?

Where? - There.

Want to take my place?

Another one. - It's huge!

We'll open a fish store. - Huge!

Hey, Spielberg!

Bring me the net!

What are you doing? Get over here!

I'm stuck!

I'm stuck!

You OK? - I'm fine!

Oh yeah!

Ferran!

I need a sofa and a good bottle.

As long as no one steals your wine.

What do you mean?

You were right. They stole your wine.

Seriously?

Hold on.

Who?

Jeff?

Do you know?

Right, Ferran.

He's had it in for me since we arrived.

The way he looks at me...

His cold, calculating gaze.

That, my boy, is what you call a sociopath.

Watch out, steer clear of them.

He's jealous of my relationship with Blake so he sabotages it.

He wasn't alone.

Who?

No, not Blake.

Yes. I saw them drinking your wine.

You OK, boys? - Yeah.

What is this, high school?

What did I do to them? What?

It's so cruel.

I dunno, but

they seemed to find it funny.

They probably wanted to prank me.

Some joke.

Why didn't they admit it?

If they wanted to make fun of my wine expertise...

I showed them.

Please don't say I told you.

It's disgusting to have done that to me.

What's up?

You seem better.

Right, boy?

You're not sick anymore.

What the hell?

What's wrong?

I don't want to hurt you.

It's OK. I'm fine.

I'm here.

Talk to me.

I'm here.

You don't care.

What?

You don't care.

That's not true.

It's not true.

I like you a lot.

I like you.

But it's different.

Now Max'll imagine things.

Get out.

What?

Get out.

Don't talk to me like that.

I can if I want.

Or what?

Gonna slap me again? Go ahead.

Go see your old director who you like so much.

Sorry?

Go on!

Go see your disgusting has-been film director.

I don't understand.

He can take more nudie pictures of you.

I really shouldn't have told you.

But why blue?

I dunno... - You don't know?

Gimme a break.

Champagne, Max? - You'll tell us.

Why blue?

Maybe it's like Kandinsky. He associated colors with musical notes.

What's wrong?

Lala!

What's wrong?

Don't go too far.

You OK?

You're asking me?

Yeah, what's the problem?

The problem is I invited you because

I consider you my best friend.

I wanted to have fun with you.

But I feel like I don't exist.

That's the problem.

I don't understand what you mean.

Stop it.

I know you understand.

You think only of yourself.

And you take me for an imbecile.

You good, Albert?

Yeah, I'm good.

Sit here?

Hi, Albert.

What do you think?

When you think that

in two days we'll be in Paris... - Yeah?

May I? - Of course.

That's the magic of flying.

You're in this incredible universe and the next day,

you find yourself

back in the big city. It's crazy.

And you, Millie?

I'm starting to miss the city.

Do you live in a friendly neighborhood?

I don't have a place right now.

You wanna drink, we'll drink.

Blake's cellar is a museum of plonk.

Thanks.

But this is a good Bordeaux.

Your Bordeaux smells like feet.

Is it corked?

My poor little Lala.

She doesn't look happy.

That's been her unhappy face since she was three.

At least she didn't run away for the night.

Yup...

Not a great wine, Blake.

But you have other qualities.

Thanks. - I forgive you.

Qualities that keep you from seeing them in others.

But I'll show how charitable and magnanimous I am.

Do you know about generosity? - Albert...

It's not the time.

Not the time?

When is the time?

When the great Blake decides it's time?

Blake Cadieux?

When? Is it a good time to pull out your guitar

and share a song steeped in

the soul of America?

When's the right time to tell your son

you love him?

Or your sister?

Your best friend?

I get it. I'm the big, bad Blake...

But could we have some silence?

Fine.

Silence!

Incredible! - Make room.

Careful.

Is that not magnificent? Straight from the river.

Silence!

Silence! - Albert!

I'm really sorry.

Y'know which silence I respect?

It's Barney's benevolent silence...

when he teaches you fly fishing.

He corrects you

with warmth.

He teaches by example, by his gracefulness.

I respect Jeff's silence too.

A good kid.

He sees everything.

He feels, perceives everything.

He got himself out of his mess

humbly.

Without making a big deal

about all his exploits,

without boasting,

without self-pity, either.

Because silence for its own sake...

Silence can be complicit, too.

Take my father...

My father rarely spoke. - He was right.

And ironically...

Ironically, my kids...

say I talk too much.

Even my friend... whom I haven't seen in three years,

thinks I talk too much.

No wonder it's been three years.

Look, it's enough now.

Enough.

You betrayed me.

Dad...

It's not enough!

It's my turn to talk.

Alright?

You betrayed me.

You all...

You're too nice.

You can't imagine that someone would be so mediocre

to substitute my wine.

No one stole your bottle, Albert.

Millie,

you're a good soul.

Not a mean bone in you.

You even thought I'd gone all paranoid

with conspiracy theories...

But in fact, you all...

your kindness prevents you from believing in pure pettiness.

It exists!

Tonight

I raise my glass – I'm being sincere.

Really.

To all those who, last night, didn't believe me.

Because

the moment of truth

has come.

This is ridiculous... Fine.

Well done.

We wanted to play a joke on you. It was a joke.

We switched your wine. - A joke?

Hélène, did you find it funny?

Obviously it's not funny if...

We'd poured your wine in a Waterford decanter as a surprise.

But you react like this. You see?

It's always about you, it's always a drama.

So then it's not funny. I panicked too.

You went full anxiety attack.

Look at what you've become, a bitter alcoholic.

Easy, Blake. Calm down.

What I've become?

I've always been at the service of your oversized ego, the guru.

Careful, Millie. Cross him, and that's what happens.

My ego?

You're out.

My ego? We've psychoanalyzed you every night since you came.

You talk only about yourself nonstop. It's all about you!

Always.

I only ask for respect, goddammit.

Just a little respect.

You want to be nice,

bring rare wines...

You're humiliated.

You want your kids to enjoy a dream trip, instead they feel ashamed.

You're caring and sincere with your closest friend

and he responds with disdain and contempt.

I must not belong here.

The victim. - Dad, it's not true.

Always the victim.

Don't cry.

Don't cry, everything's fine.

Don't cry, son.

Don't cry.

You're pathetic, Albert. Honestly.

Great.

The table's yours.

Pour your heart out!

Cabin fever.

Here, Albert.

This'll help. - I'll have a drop too.

Careful, it's strong.

Me, too.

Care for a sip?

What?

Go console him, like I did for 20 years.

Your turn.

Go scrub your pots.

Go look after the guru.

Albert, c'mon...

Ferran!

C'mon, try it!

I'll teach you respect!

And respect for me, you pig? - Dad, stop!

Calm down!

Calm down, man.

This isn't your home.

It's not your home. - Or yours, dude.

I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

Let's not stay mad.

It's pointless.

You'll see. Tomorrow your dad and I...

Like nothing happened.

One last drink?

I opened a great bottle. - No.

Get out of my room.

Technically it's my room.

No, seriously.

Let's not stay mad.

I like you too much.

Get out.

Yeah.

"Get out."

Fine.

What the fuck?

Blake, stop. - Everybody up!

Rise and shine!

Coffee's waiting. Then an adventure.

Get up, Max!

Stop paddling.

That way. Paddle! Paddle!

Where'd you go?

We were hunting.

We saw a moose, but we didn't get it.

A moose? - Yeah.

What happened?

What's...?

Jeff?

You OK?

And we're off.

Stop paddling.

I'll get up.

We stay mid-rapids.

Paddle forwards.

Faster.

Good. Stop!

Paddle!

That's it.

No, straight ahead!

Backwards now.

Other side.

Other side!

I don't believe it!

Forget the paddle.

Swim that way.

Jeff!

You OK?

Are you really OK?

Are you alright?

You're freezing.

Where's Eddy?

Eddy!

You OK?

Really?

I'll be back, OK?

I'll be back.

Eddy?

Come on!

Come on, Eddy!

Please!

Wake up!

Breathe.

Breathe.

Aliocha?

Come, boy.

Ingmar...

Shall we come? - No.

Well,

good luck.

I'll just go to the bathroom.

Can I help you?

Come in.

You know him? - Yeah.

I'll be back.

Lie down.

Can you hold his head? - Yeah.

Lie down. - Good dog.

He doesn't want to. - It's OK.

Good boy. - He doesn't want to.

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