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PART 1

Mr and Mrs Kessler, please sit down...

The contracts are ready.

The amount of 1 million euros

covers medical costs, plus an indemnity

for accidents, invalidity

and death.

Madam will be the sole beneficiary

if something happens to you.

When would you like it to take effect?

Philippe's at the Rhine Opera next week.

- So as soon as possible. - Immediately.

Today's the...

- Excuse me. - Of course.

If you'll sign here...

However,

I must ask you to remove your wedding ring.

In certain circumstances,

a ring can cause the loss of a finger.

It's just a precaution. Without it,

the contract's not valid.

- Is that everything? - Yes.

We're pleased your husband is playing the Rhine Opera.

It's an honour for Philippe.

- Excuse me. - Of course.

Hello?

Yes.

I can't talk now.

A flat.

Yes. I'll call you back. Do as we said.

I'll call back.

There.

- I can't get that part. - It sounded fine to me.

You know it perfectly.

You're ready.

It'll be great.

- Can I practice another hour? - Of course.

Damn! I left my scarf in the car.

- I'll come with you. - No. Go ahead.

Happy birthday!

You took your time!

We've been here an hour.

We made ourselves at home.

- Happy birthday! - Thanks. I wasn't expecting this.

Cheers!

- Cheers! - Thanks.

Cheers.

Cheers.

- Happy? - Yes, very. Very touched.

I wasn't expecting it at all.

Thanks. Really. It's great.

Bravo.

Bravo.

OK?

- Have a nice evening. - Enjoy it.

- Everything all right? - Great.

It's just starting.

All right?

Yes, yes, I'm OK.

Look how sweet he is.

Hello you.

Philippe...

I don't know what came over me.

- I had a pain in my head... - A migraine?

No. I don't know what.

- Do you want them to go? - No. I'll be fine.

- Sure? - Yes.

F sharp.

I don't hear it.

You must be able to. It's a quarter tone off.

Check, please.

Your machine isn't working. Listen.

It's fine, I assure you.

No it's not. It's not fine.

No.

After you.

- It's all good. - Thanks, doctor.

- See you soon. - Bye.

Come in.

The eardrum's devastated. Incredible.

I'm kidding. There's nothing wrong.

You damn fool.

It's psychosomatic. It's normal.

Concerts and so on...

It's stress. That's all.

How are you sleeping?

Badly.

That's it.

Stop stressing and you'll sleep better.

- Are you sure it's fine? - I'm a paediatrician.

I do sore bums more than eardrums.

I can send you to a specialist.

No. You're probably right that it's nothing.

OK.

Are you sure?

About what?

You don't want me to check if your bum's sore?

You're crazy.

Did you get the concert tickets?

We can't come. We're doing something.

We've got them. Of course we'll be there.

Yes, hello.

A child of what age?

Since when?

Are you alone?

Aren't your parents there?

Who are you talking to?

To...

You're getting old.

Sorry.

I can't...

Doesn't matter.

It's OK.

- I'm here for you, Mum. - I know.

Your brother would have been 40.

It's your birthday too.

Sorry I didn't get you anything.

That's all right, Mum.

I forget myself.

Don't you think it's dirty?

Wait. I'll help.

Do it.

OK?

Yes. I'm OK.

Your brother loved drawing.

He was talented, you know.

Yes. Marc had lots of talent.

Remember Mozart's sonatas for 4 hands?

Of course.

You gave him the hard part.

It was tricky.

He wanted to show you he could do it.

You always had more talent.

Don't say that, Mum.

We were just...

different.

I didn't mean that. I'm sorry.

What is it?

No. Nothing. It's all right.

Shall we go? It's cold.

This stuff is all bad.

Losing a child

is the worst that can happen to you.

I'm here.

I know, Marc. I know.

I'm Philippe.

What did I say?

- It doesn't matter. - I think I need to rest.

I'll call.

Carry on. It was great.

No. I've lost it.

How was she?

Not great.

She's gone downhill so quickly.

It's delicate,

but we could get her a home help.

We'll see. I'll deal with it later.

What's that?

Flowers.

Who sent them?

The Opera director, to thank us

for giving him 4 days of recital. - Ah.

OK.

Fantastic. I haven't heard mastery like that in a long while.

Are you joking?

Hey! Wait!

Fucking hell...

The hearing problem could be tinnitus,

but the hallucinations...

I first saw the little boy in your waiting room.

He was wearing red pyjamas.

I'm sure.

I don't get it.

Listen...

After your concerts the pressure's going to drop.

You'll crash and sleep for 72 hours.

You'll be better after that.

But...

if you're not, here's a specialist's number.

He's very good.

A psychiatrist. Dr Garraud.

If the problem continues,

tell him I sent you.

I'm sure he can help.

OK?

Thanks.

Astrid called.

She didn't give details, but she said...

she can't understand you.

- When are you having this baby? - Sorry?

You've been talking about it for years.

We're thinking about it.

"We" or "Astrid"?

Be serious.

I've got to go.

Thanks.

See you later.

What's up?

Sorry about yesterday.

You're stressed about the concert.

Not only.

Can we talk?

I'm not sure I want a baby.

I don't feel up to it.

Why are you telling me now?

I'm sorry. I...

I shouldn't have...

Let's talk later?

I'm not sure.

- What are you doing? - I have to go.

No. Wait. Please.

I need you.

This is Astrid Kessler's voicemail.

I'm not available.

Leave a message and I'll call back.

Marc?

Marc?

- Marc? - What is it?

Marc!

- What happened? Did he fall? - I don't know.

Marc!

Can you hear me?

Give him air. Back to work! Marc?

Can you hear me?

All right?

Get up slowly. Get up.

Go ahead.

We lost you.

OK?

Let him breathe. Get back to work.

Your nose is bleeding.

There's a sink here. Let's clean you up.

You look a bit...

OK. Let's go.

All right?

OK?

There's some water.

OK?

I'll get some cotton wool and be right back.

Do you have a ticket?

I'm Philippe Kessler.

Let me in.

Listen. Call the director, Laurent.

- I know him well. - Please, sir.

Please. Thank you.

Get lost.

Did I hurt you?

Piss off.

Fuck.

What are you doing here?

Thanks.

With what happened, I don't know if I can...

I'm not well.

Olivier mentioned a shrink...

Dr Garraud?

That's him.

Did he tell you?

I don't know where to start.

I was in a sort of...

Well...

I was playing Scriabin...

What was in my drink?

It's OK, Marc.

It'll be all right.

Here.

Drink. Your mouth must be dry.

She put too much in. You'll be fine. Don't worry.

I looked everywhere for you.

Astrid called me. We brought you here.

What am I doing here?

- Where's Astrid? - Marc, darling...

What did you call me?

You're Marc Kessler.

I'm your wife. Jeanne. We've been married 9 years.

This isn't your first attack.

I gave a concert at the opera...

Here. Look.

Look.

Kessler, Marc

What's this?

Philippe's your brother. You're Marc.

- Marc... - Sorry, Marc.

I had no choice.

Wait. Stay. No.

- Marc... - Dad!

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