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Lazaro Guerrero. 5 minutes 8 seconds.

And 6 minutes.

Louis Delaporte. 6 minutes 23 seconds.

The frequency shift observed in the variant,

taking into account

the slower time dilation

in the Doppler effect,

depends on the frame of reference.

Yes?

In the case of the transverse Doppler effect,

can it create a redshift?

Good question.

There is no mutual compensation in the cross-effect concept.

Blue, green, yellow,

blue, red, red, green,

red, bleu, green...

- Knees higher! - Coach, yes, coach!

Knees higher!

Coach, yes, coach!

- Knees higher! - Coach, yes, coach!

Go!

Come on! Keep going!

Come on!

Faster.

- Is that her? - Yes.

See? I didn't lie!

You never said she was at dummies' school.

She'll redo her senior year somewhere better.

I'm gonna introduce her to mom.

What about me? Scared?

- Virgins aren't her type, bro! - Jerk!

This is where the light reflects off the glass surface.

A photomultiplier lets us see that the detected intensity

does not drop with decreasing light.

So we have to recognize the wave/particle duality as a fact.

Can you slow down?

- A photomultiplier... - No, drive slower!

Why, are you scared?

Scared, big boy?

Hi my boys.

- Hi Mom. - Hi.

How was your day?

OK.

This isn't working.

I can't find my schedule.

The network's down again.

Any jobs?

Delivery or cleaning?

Babysitting.

I'm too tired to do deliveries.

I've put it for tomorrow afternoon.

- OK? - Thanks, my love.

What's that?

Stop it!

It's private!

Found some nice Latino guys?

- I don't want you looking at that. - "Xavier, 38. Business lawyer."

- Good for us. - Stop that.

"Attorney, passionate and romantic."

That's original.

- Stop! You're annoying! - "I like fun, food and wine."

"Quite simply, a good "avocado" looking for some spice in his life

"just like a good guacamole should be made."

Stop it!

Write this! Hold on.

"I'm shy..."

Stop it, this isn't funny!

"I'm shy, but I'd love

"to spice up your weekend."

- Stop it! - Are you nuts? You're crazy!

It's sent!

You're crazy!

- It's sent. - What will he think?

You sent it?

I'm your mother!

You're leaving us without water again?

It's OK, they filled it up yesterday.

Laz, you need to study your physics.

I know.

We'll study for another hour, then go to bed.

- Go. - To you.

Go!

And back!

Stay on them!

Back, back.

Go!

Well played!

Don't lose it!

Yes.

Man on Tristan!

Run!

- Sorry. - Get off!

- Oh, come on! - Leave it.

- If you can't hack it, leave. - Son of a bitch.

What did you call me?

Son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch?

You a rebel now?

Don't diss me because you miss your old man.

What?

Say that again, you motherfucker!

- Stop it! - Enough!

Learn to hold your breath underwater, then we'll see!

It's OK, calm down.

It's OK.

Play on, throw the ball!

It's OK, forget it.

I can't stand this moron.

What did he say?

Forget it.

- How long? - 4' 32".

- Not bad. - I'll never make it.

Yes, you will.

Relax.

I know it's harder here.

But you'll do better in the pool.

Trust me.

You can do it, OK?

You can do it.

Shall we try again?

Calm. Ready?

You think more about her than the exams.

I'm not thinking about her.

Yeah, right!

She's so amazing.

I want to skinny-dip with her here every day of my life.

You're losing it.

Wait, you can't understand!

Yes, you can, in fact.

You've seen her mouth?

And her blue, almond-shaped eyes? Well, have you?

I can't help it.

It just came over me.

I don't recognize you.

Neither do I!

That's what's incredible.

I've never felt like this!

What about in bed?

What's she like?

You pervert! Want me to tell you?

You crazy?

What about you?

It'll happen when it happens.

But when it does...

Breathe,

close your eyes...

Close them.

You feel her body against yours.

Your heart's pounding.

You smell her scent.

And then suddenly...

Oh, Laz, yes!

Get off me!

Tristan!

So, Chloé, are you also at Space School?

I'm at the school on the other side.

So...

you're on my team!

You're normal, like me.

That's two against two.

- We'll crush them. - That's it.

Girl power!

You're dead, guys!

And what do you do?

Sorry?

Your work.

Didn't he tell you?

He's ashamed.

Stop it, Mom.

- Just a little. - That's not true.

I do a bit of everything.

I was a teacher,

but...

there's a problem here

- with my diploma. - It's not recognized.

It's not recognized.

What did you teach?

Litteratura.

Literature.

- Literature, literature. - I got that, Tristan.

It's not easy fitting in here.

No, of course not.

Are you sad they're going into space?

We'll see if the Academy takes them.

But...

if that's my children's dream,

it's mine too.

She wants to replace us.

- Oh, I see. - It's true.

Guacamole is a substitute.

You drive me mad!

Honestly,

what does she see in him?

Stop it!

What does that mean?

It means...

- What? - "How big is your dog?"

Yes, your dog.

What are you saying?

About this big.

There you are!

That's what she sees in me!

Stop it! You're the worst!

You need to calm down!

When you have twins, one always comes out through the ass!

Why is it always me?

Stop it!

No, it's true. Through the ass.

And it's always me, not him!

- It's you. - It's not!

Thanks, my love.

That's what we need!

Turn up the sound.

Lazaro, louder, please.

Dance with me.

Don't be scared, come on!

Dance with your mom.

Smile!

The conquest of space is entering a new era.

The trips we're planning will last for decades.

To compete with the Chinese,

the Russians, the Americans,

the European Spatial Force must send the youngest astronauts possible

so that they come back alive.

Or at least, not completely senile.

That's why you're here.

Of this year's three French candidates,

perhaps one of you

will be part of the Eternity Mission.

I'm counting on you.

Be proud of yourselves, and good luck.

You have 4 hours for this first test.

What is that?

What?

It wasn't a shooting star.

- So what was it? - I don't know.

Let's go.

- What's wrong? - Nothing.

Tell me.

What if they pick you and not me?

Don't be ridiculous.

They'll pick us both.

OK?

I won't go without you.

And the old man will help.

Hey you, up there!

We'd better win if you want us to come see you, asshole!

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

No one can hear. Go on.

Start the clock.

Ready?

Tristan?

Tristan?

Swim!

What?

Swim!

Swim!

What is that?

Tristan!

We're still analysing the liquid.

We don't think it's radioactive,

but we're keeping your son in quarantine anyway.

The contamination has led

to the development of parasitic organisms.

But the biopsy hasn't detected any cancerous cells.

The lungs are severely damaged,

as is the left side of the brain,

which is associated with reasoning.

That explains his reduced IQ.

What does that mean?

It means a slight mental retardation.

He's... retarded?

Will he stay like that?

I don't know.

If the liquid isn't radioactive,

what is it?

We don't know where it came from.

As for your hand,

the tissue has been affected

but your results are normal.

We have to be careful, we don't know what will happen,

I want to see my son.

We've started getting him used to his reflection.

He's very brave,

and highly communicative.

And we can offer

psychological support.

We have a good team.

Due to the protective layer of the atmosphere,

the elements will disintegrate.

But some debris might hit the surface of our planet.

For the most part,

these will be rocket fragments

or parts of a satellite

accumulated during space conquest.

Today there are over 30,000 objects,

mostly small,

but which could cause damage

if they collide with a satellite.

If the large ones are hit by debris, it could...

Tristan, we're going to be late.

If you get lost today, don't worry. OK?

Do this with your finger.

See?

And I can see where you are.

Hello?

Hello, Mrs Guerrero. Ollivier Guytard from Europe Infos.

I've left you several messages about the accident.

I've already spoken to your colleagues.

I know,

but we wondered how your son was.

Leave us alone.

Leave us alone.

Right, darling?

If you get lost,

what do you do?

Tell me.

Tristan,

listen.

Fine.

What's that?

It's to...

help you.

To help you.

With this, we can go anywhere.

He gets it.

What's wrong, Lazaro?

You think it's funny?

No need to be nasty.

Stop treating him like an idiot.

- We'll talk later. - No, we won't.

You talk to him like he'll never get better.

If you carry on like this, he won't.

Keep the keys. I'll take the bus home.

Come on.

Arms in the air. Again.

- Hello, Mrs Guerrero. - Pleased to meet you.

Hello, Tristan, I'm Mrs David.

I run the program that connects young disabled people

with the Space-School students.

As I explained on the phone, I'll take him

to meet the others, and his brother is close by.

- Everything will be fine. - Good.

Guerrero, wake up!

- The curfew's a pain. - Sure is.

It makes me sick.

Mom can't come today. I'm taking you.

Hey!

It's my birthday today.

Happy birthday.

- I'm having a party, wanna come?

There'll be beer and girls.

No jerks allowed, though.

Want a smoke?

No, thanks.

You're a real blast, man!

Shall we go?

Tristan!

- Bye. - Bye.

Let's train.

Like before.

- Is that the infected zone? - No, it's clean here.

Come on.

Drop that.

Come on.

Come on.

Don't let me go.

It's OK, I won't let you go.

Put your head under.

Go ahead.

Come on.

- Try again. - No. No!

Again.

I don't want to.

Come on.

- Please! - Try again.

You're the best. Stop fooling around!

That's it!

Just one minute.

- Lazaro, where were you? - Out.

- Out where? - Just out.

Why didn't you answer my calls?

I was training.

Dead battery.

You're watching your brother tonight. Did you forget?

I was worried!

Now I'm late.

What's wrong?

What is it, Son?

It's as if you enjoy it.

What?

- Forget it. - No! What do you mean?

Tell me what you mean.

What's happening to us.

You enjoy it.

I enjoy...

what's happening?

You're saying I like what's happened?

Listen to me when I'm talking!

Shit!

Do you have any idea what it's cost me?

When I'm at work,

how they look at me?

The way they treat me!

I gave up everything for you!

Look at me, Lazaro.

I'm going mad!

Look at these flip-flops!

These crappy thongs!

It's been years since I bought any.

I can't stand it.

I'm all alone.

More than if you'd both gone.

That's it, say nothing.

As usual.

What will he do if anything happens to me?

It keeps me up all night.

Who'll help him?

Tell me.

Have you thought of that?

Of course not.

Because...

you're fucking selfish,

like your father.

Where are you going?

Laz?

Please.

I'm sorry.

It should have been Tristan…

We're here, guys!

UNFIT

WAITING LIST

Hello?

- Hello, Lazaro. - Sir.

I wanted to congratulate you personally.

I know it's difficult for you,

but the entire faculty is behind you.

Thank you.

We'll talk again with your teachers, but really well done.

Thank you.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

You're taking my place.

I don't know.

Tristan?

Shit, Tristan!

What are you doing? Come back!

Let me go! Let me go!

Look at me!

Look at me! It's not fair!

Calm down.

I won't abandon you.

Tristan.

You can’t…

I'm here.

Water could be extracted from all the asteroids.

- Desalination would be easier. - You don't know that.

Maybe now, but what if they find a way to reduce costs?

- That'll change everything. - I doubt it.

Maybe one day to supply the colonies, but not Earth.

- Why? - Because it won't be viable.

It's awesome!

You know nothing. It's had millions of views.

It's wicked!

He's my brother.

I know. He didn't show up to my birthday party.

I'm sorry.

So, you're visiting the slums?

This is Charles.

He doesn't say much.

Do you, Charlie?

- This is Leela. - Hi.

So,

Space School's pretty competitive, right?

I applied, but the bastards turned me down.

I heard you shower with the girls.

Is that true?

How do you manage not to get a hard-on?

Admit it, you sneak a look, right?

That's my mother's head.

OK?

Yes.

This is the bathroom.

And toilet.

There's even a spray to wash your hole, old-school style.

OK?

And this... This is my palace.

Sit down.

We're gonna chill.

Pretty good, huh?

Who're the bosses?

Yo-yo!

One, two, yo!

Yo, your mother when she sees me Riding in my Lambo

She screams my name So that I can fuck her ass

Yo, pussy n' ass, that's my shit,

I'm Oscar

The guy with a big fat brain

Oscar, Escobar, with his big dagger

Yo, yo, yo!

Can't you see I'm with my homies?

Hey, Mom!

- You're Tristan's brother, right? - Yes.

No, Mom, seriously, beat it!

OK.

Move it!

And close the door!

Having fun?

Yes.

Cool.

It stinks in here.

Keep still.

It's OK.

The Principal will see you now. Follow me.

Thank you for coming, Mrs Guerrero.

How are things at home?

At home?

Good... fine.

How's he coping?

He's been back at school for 2 months.

I'm talking about Lazaro.

Lazaro?

Lazaro...

Fine.

Before, it was difficult.

But...

now,

he's accepted it.

Lazaro's grades have been falling for weeks.

In all subjects.

I'll send you his file, but it's all here on the screen.

Your son's behavior is causing us concern.

He needs to get a grip

to have a chance of passing the second round of tests.

Lazaro and Tristan have always been very close.

But given what happened...

It's clear to everyone that their closeness is holding him back.

He's not doing well.

He's lost. I feel they should be separated,

long enough for Lazaro to concentrate on the competition.

It will do them both good,

and we'll be there to support Lazaro.

Here. This is the House of Sun.

A very good establishment.

It will be free of charge, of course.

Is it a place for the disabled?

HOUSE OF SUN

Because in 5 billion years,

the Sun will have burned and transformed all its hydrogen.

Expelling a cloud of dust and gas

before becoming a red giant.

The planets of our solar system will turn into a desert of ashes.

But before dying,

the Sun will absorb the closest of them,

like a magnet.

A nebula will be visible for 15000 years, \N \N

before disappearing \N \N

to give birth to a new generation of stars and planets. \N \N

I've bought tickets,

not too expensive.

For a vacation.

Good idea, no?

All of us together?

Get away from the house.

Would you like that?

Would you like that, Titi?

- What's wrong? - Nothing.

I'm tired.

Wait, you're covered in it.

- Enough. Stop. - You have some here.

Leave me alone.

Let me wipe it off.

I'll take care of you.

Mom, stop it!

I don't feel well.

Drink, Titi.

Lazaro, what's wrong?

We can't understand it. We've examined his hand.

There appear to be no after-effects.

We can find nothing that relates to your sons' accident.

We've carried out a series of tests,

and the encephalogram shows increased electrical activity.

This is often a sign of stress.

Lazaro seems a little disorientated.

We think it's affecting him more than he shows.

We think the Principal's solution

is the right one.

Lazaro needs to rest and focus on his objectives.

We can talk again later, more calmly.

Goodbye, Mrs Guerrero.

Tristan.

You're ugly.

You're not.

You're not.

You're ugly.

So are you.

No... No.

No.

...crushed by the heat...

...when I was 6 months pregnant, I saw something in the sky.

I saw

a light.

I never imagined my child would be sick because of it.

Beric is 31.

He's the most famous...

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

You OK?

Yeah.

How can you drink that stuff?

I like it.

It gives you terrible breath.

Mom says we're going on vacation.

It'll be good.

I don't know.

Like before.

Why do you say that?

What?

Don't say like before.

Yes.

Where are you going?

Leave me alone.

Why?

Are you serious?

Don't you get it?

They're gonna lock you up! Understand?

There's no vacation.

Mom’s lying because she’s scared.

No one knows what to say because they pity you.

So stop jerking me around. Playing dumb.

You just want to know if I'm gonna finish the competition.

Right?

If I'm gonna go or not.

I know you, Tristan.

We said that you wouldn't go.

"We"?

Who's "we"?

Who said what?

No, no, don't do this.

Stop crying.

Stop it.

Stop.

Stop crying!

Stop!

I'm not crying.

I...

I should have been the one going.

Today's final tests are for a place on the European Space Force.

We will assess your physical, cognitive

and motor skills in unfavorable environments.

As you know,

three French people will be selected

to join the Alliance training camp

in French Guiana.

This year is special

because in one year,

recruitment for the Eternity Mission will begin.

It's an unprecedented mission. It will put Europe at the head

of space colonization.

So we need the best.

Environmental reports are disastrous, as you know.

But with the latest findings in off-world mining,

Europe will need you more than ever.

You will have to ensure our sovereignty

and defend the values of our flag, in space.

I hope that one of you will be able to meet the challenge.

The future of Europe depends on it,

as does the future of France and its future colonies.

Good luck, everyone.

Emergency procedure initiated.

Module depressurization.

Fire alert initiated.

Number 1, eliminated.

06 green, 22 blue, green...

8 green, red, blue, 7, 8...

14, 3, red, blue, blue, red,

blue, red, green.

8, 12, green, yellow, yellow, 68, 47...

42, red, 3, blue.

Test number 4 complete.

Group C, final test.

Pool...

5, 4, 3...

2, 1...

6 minutes, 57 seconds.

Louis Delaporte, the test is complete.

Hello?

Lazaro, your brother... I don't know what's going on.

What?

Where are you?

- Your brother's crazy! - What?

I can't hear you, what is it, Mom?

He's smashing everything up!

Lazaro, come home!

Hurry!

Mom, where is he?

I can't take it anymore...

I can't take it anymore...

I’m with your brother. Wanna come over?

What is that?

I’ll go get him.

Tristan Guerrero, leave a message.

Tristan!

Louis!

Where are you?

What's going on? Where's my brother?

- Fuck your brother! - Calm down.

You're stealing my fucking place!

- You're fucking it up! - Calm down.

Stop!

You'll pay for this, son of a bitch!

Stop it!

- Get off me! - Motherfucker.

Stop!

Stop, Tristan, stop!

Stop it…

The larger a star is,

the more cataclysmic the end of its existence will be.

When they become black holes,

nothing escapes their gravity.

To escape their gravity, you say?

Is that why you're willing to leave everything behind?

No, that has nothing to do with it.

I'm merely asking.

During all these years onboard,

you will forge very strong bonds with the other members of the crew.

So let me ask you one last question.

You're undertaking a spacewalk,

and you suddenly experience an oxygen leak.

Procedure requires you to return to the ship,

but your teammate calls you.

If no-one comes to his aid, he won't be able to survive.

What do you do?

I first check that it's not a coolant leak.

In which case, I could open his left-ear safety valve

to create a controlled depressurization.

But since I myself have an oxygen leak,

it's most likely that both our suits are punctured.

If the perforation is due to cosmic radiation, I can't help him.

If it's due to space debris,

I would check his vital signs

to assess my room for maneuver and his chances of survival.

But according to procedure, you must return to the ship.

I would address those issues only after abandoning him.

Then why ask them at all?

To justify my decision.

And not to escape gravity.

My teammate should have the courage not to impose that choice on me.

The Eternity mission is our last chance.

Its success cannot be jeopardized by the death of one individual.

Hello?

Mr Guerrero, given your brother's condition,

you may return to France to say goodbye.

Congratulations.

Come in.

Hello, my love.

How are you?

Are you OK?

Look who's here to see you.

I'm going to see the doctor.

You OK?

You're scared, too.

You're scared of me.

I didn't want him to die, Laz.

- I didn't want him to die. - I know.

Look.

I brought you this.

Laz...

What is it?

Help me.

Help me.

No.

Help me.

Please.

It'll be OK.

It'll be OK.

We leave together.

I can't do this.

We leave together.

Subtitles: Geoff Rowlands