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Morning, Etienne!

Morning, Marina.

Should I get that?

Yes, please.

Yes.

Hold on, please.

It's someone for Madame Capelier.

What?

Someone for Madame Capelier.

Who is it?

Who is this, please?

Mr. Lesage in Canada. He wants her son's address.

What for?

He'd like to know why.

To send him a package.

It's in the blue book, under "Mathieu".

One moment, please.

64, rue Vouillé.

V-O-U-I-L-L-É.

75014 Paris.

Mathieu... Mathieu Capelier.

You're welcome. Goodbye, sir.

I found it.

Should I tell Mathieu?

If you like.

And I'll buy you some dish soap!

What did he want?

To my mother?

Right.

Good, thank you.

Tell me,

did the phone detect his number?

Thanks.

- All set? - I sent the email.

Perfect.

Go ahead.

Hello, I'm Mathieu Capelier. You tried to reach me earlier.

Sorry. I'll hold.

Thanks.

I'm going.

I won't be long.

Yes, she was my mother. Why?

Because she's dead. Excuse me, who are you?

No.

What was his name?

When did he die?

Did he have any children?

And last, Spain and Portugal. Sales are still low.

What's your view, Coralie?

Q-1 was down nearly 3%.

Retail stats are pending but the general trend is down.

Chainstore figures are in. Hypercor rose a few points.

But Carrefour, Intermarket and Supersol dipped.

So we're upping the spend on radio and web ads...

TV?

Too expensive.

We've prioritized mass-emailing vets,

pushing supermarket discounts and rallying our sales force...

- Oh! Hello. - Hi.

- You came for him? - I need to talk.

What about?

Daddy!

Hiya!

I'm putting countries on my glob.

Globe, sweetie.

- How's it going? - I'll show you.

Come in.

What was his name?

Jean Edel. He was a doctor.

And who called you?

A friend of his.

He'd given him a package for me.

He needed my address.

What will you do there?

Find out about him...

and see my brothers, of course.

- Will you go to the funeral? - Whose funeral?

Nobody you know.

Look at this.

Listen, buddy.

I can't take you this weekend. I have to go to Canada.

Canada? By plane?

Can I come?

No, you can't.

But after, we'll have two weekends together. OK?

Did I do it well?

Very!

But these are continents, not countries.

Well, yes.

So that's not Australia.

It's Oceania.

I'll put that.

When will you be back?

Tuesday or Wednesday.

What about judo?

- When is it? - Tuesday morning.

I won't be back in time.

Valentin!

Sorry. I really have to go there.

I'll come next time.

You'll do other tournaments.

Buddy?

Hand this in at the exit. Have a nice day.

- Business or pleasure? - Pleasure.

Oh, right.

I wasn't expecting you.

Yes, OK...

Hold on. Mathieu?

Pierre.

Get in. Excuse me.

Nights, too?

I can't tell without seeing you.

Yes. Hold on.

Tuesday at 2, any good?

Or Wednesday, 5:30.

Wednesday it is.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Sorry.

You got my message?

I called you back but got no answer.

Why come so soon? The funeral's on Monday.

I want to meet my brothers first.

What for?

To see them.

You booked a hotel room?

Hotel des Arts.

It's on Saint Dominique...

- and Sherbrooke. - Let's see.

I was just the postman.

Your brothers and their mother don't know you exist.

They just lost a father and husband.

Isn't that enough?

How did he die?

Coronary.

He'd already had two. He saw the next one coming.

That's why he gave me the package for you.

He went lake fishing two weeks ago.

Fell off the boat and disappeared.

So what will they bury?

It's just a ceremony.

Sure he's dead?

Of course he is!

The boat was floating empty. He didn't fly off it.

- Been to Montreal before? - Never.

How did he meet my mother?

Didn't she tell you?

We went to a medical convention in Paris.

She worked for a drug company.

You're a doctor too?

They met the first evening.

We'd planned to stay on and see the sights.

He skipped the convention. I saw the Eiffel Tower by myself.

Didn't she tell you?

Not that.

What did she tell you?

Nothing. She refused to talk about it.

When did she die?

Eight years ago.

And then we flew home.

What are my brothers' names?

Benjamin and Samuel.

What do they do?

One's a lawyer in Toronto,

the other was a champion biker. He sells them now.

Here?

What do you do?

Agribusiness. Animal food.

- For cattle? - No, dogs.

Kibble.

That's it.

I'll let you know where the ceremony is taking place later.

I can show you around Montreal tomorrow.

Thanks, that's not why I came here.

Best see your brothers on Monday.

OK, thanks.

Wait!

Here's your package.

See? Not worth crossing the Atlantic for.

- Do you know what it is? - No idea.

I'll call you later.

Hi, it's me.

Just letting you know I've arrived...

Big kiss to Valentin.

I'll call again. Give him a kiss.

And take some elderberry drops.

You'll soon be fine.

- What drops? - Elderberry. I'll give you some.

Lie still for 20 minutes.

That's fine. What's going on?

And what is it?

A portrait of a boy.

I found the artist on an auction site. It's worth a fortune!

One like it was sold for $80,000 six months ago. Same size.

So?

I can't keep it!

Of course you can. It's yours.

Nonsense. I never even met him.

What would you do with it?

Give it back to them.

Fuck his money. He didn't even leave a note.

Listen.

I promised to give it to you. Now do what you want.

Give it to charity, whatever! But not to them.

How will you explain it to them?

I told you nobody knows you exist!

See it as your due. They're rich enough, believe me.

You should sleep on it.

Go where? What the hell for?

Can I help you?

Just browsing.

You more cross or enduro?

Cross.

That one's better for you.

Akrapovic exhaust,

WP fork, Excel wheels...

It's top notch.

For racing or for fun?

Fun.

It's a factory model replica. Triple world champ.

Powerful, easy to handle...

Thanks.

French, right?

Yes.

France is beautiful.

Hi.

Want to schedule a test ride?

I'll think about it.

You like motorbikes?

You know each other?

Yes.

You should've said.

Sam's not here. I doubt he'll be in.

His bro's flying in to go to the lake tomorrow.

What for?

Look for the body.

They think, since the search ended,

he may've come up.

Sam's brother wants to hold a wake and bury him.

Synagogue, rabbi, the whole works.

He does?

He's dead set on it.

We're closed Sundays.

Any other time, ask for Rémi.

OK. Thanks.

I'll tell him you came.

No need. I'll give him a call.

Is Edel a Jewish name?

It was Edelstein originally.

The grandfather gallicized it.

Was he observant?

Jean?

No way.

How far is the lake?

Forget about it.

- Drink up. - Give me their number.

They're not kids. They'll handle it.

- They needn't tell their mother. - All their lives?

Can't you understand?

- You'll see them at the funeral. - Fuck the funeral!

We have a guest.

Hi. Angie.

Mathieu.

- Bet's here. - She is?

Hi, Dad!

You came for the funeral?

My daughter, Bettina... Mathieu.

Come on in. What do you drink? Scotch, beer?

Beer.

- Join us, girls? - I will, in a moment.

Go on in.

- Who is he? - Come here.

- Who is he? - I'll explain.

Hello.

Cat got your tongues?

Shower time.

I scared them.

No chance.

You're French?

Take a seat.

- How did you get here from the airport? - Taxi.

You could have called me.

You sure you wanna come to the funeral?

I'm here for Eva's sake.

Sorry, I had no idea.

- Nobody did. - What?

You could have told me.

You'd have blabbed. You know it.

Mathieu is Jean's son.

- See? - She needs to know.

What? Jean's son?

His love child. I only just found out.

Me too.

Did you just arrive?

Would you like to take a shower?

No, thanks. I showered at the hotel.

Hotel? Why doesn't he stay here?

You could sleep upstairs with the girls.

Let him sleep where he wants.

Thanks.

Does Eva not know?

What do you think?

Do you like ribs?

- What? - Ribs.

Spare ribs.

Oh, yes.

Good.

It must've been hard for her. And for you.

She met someone else.

Did he live with you?

Stop stealing them!

Calm down, girls.

How old were you?

One and a half.

So he raised you?

You could say that.

Did you know he wasn't your father?

Mom told me when I was 14.

Did you get along?

Not really.

- Any other siblings? - You want his blood group, too?

No, just me.

Night, chickies.

Good night.

- Do you have kids too? - A boy. Same age.

- Is he coming here? - No, he's in Paris.

What's his name?

Valentin.

Say good night.

We have two daughters.

The other one lives in Sydney, Australia.

Married, three kids.

We never see them.

Do you have a photo?

Of Julia?

No, my brothers.

Yes, sure. I'll go get it.

You're obsessed.

Right.

At least I'll know what they look like.

The only recent one is of your father.

Here are some others.

Pierre took that one as proof.

They always took loads of whisky and brought back few fish!

Here's one. It's at their place.

That's Sam, that's Ben.

Your father. His wife, Eva.

Bettina and Julia.

- You're getting the full treatment! - He's never seen them.

We were inseparable.

Then Jean started up his clinic and got very busy.

They still went fishing but it wasn't the same.

We drifted apart.

Is this the lake?

Any more strawberries?

Want some?

- Do you have their numbers? - Whose?

My brothers.

Yes, sure.

- Do you see them often? - Not anymore.

I live in Vancouver.

Coffee anyone?

- Yes. - Please.

What do you do?

Teenage psychology.

How about you?

Sales.

I write a bit, too.

- What do you write? - Crime fiction.

Mom?

- He writes crime fiction. - Really?

I've only published one.

I'll read it. I read a lot of them.

- Here are their numbers. - Thanks.

I'm reading one now.

James Crumley, Dancing Bear. It's a good one.

Your dad enjoyed them too.

I introduced him to some gems!

Montalban, Miranda. Paul Cleave...

Paul Cleave. The Cleaner.

- It's good. - You know it?

We should discuss it some time.

Have you been writing long?

About three years.

That's good.

I enjoy it. It clears my head and does me good.

Maybe I should take it up.

- Thanks. - It's been a pleasure.

For me, too. Bye.

See you Monday.

Boy, you're pig-headed.

What will you tell them? "Your dad had a secret child"?

What good will it do?

- Do you have siblings? - What does it matter?

I don't.

I just discovered I have two.

Naturally, I want to see them. And I only have two days.

I won't make trouble. I just want to see them.

Thanks for dinner, anyway.

See you Monday.

Bye.

2060 Saint Dominique, please.

What happened? Did you quarrel?

No, it's nothing.

It's me. Can you talk?

You got my message?

A bit complicated, but OK.

Can you put Valentin on?

I've lost you. Carine?

Yes. We got cut off.

Okay.

Sorry, I can't talk anymore.

I've got to go.

Thanks. Kiss him for me.

Been here long?

No.

You'll say nothing. Agreed?

Yes.

You have warm clothes, I hope.

I brought a sweater.

A sweater!

How long did they search?

Three days.

What did they do? Dive?

- Was he there alone? - No.

I felt sick that morning. I stayed in bed.

When I got up,

I saw the empty boat on the lake.

If I'd been with him, he'd still be here.

That's them.

See the pickup? It's them.

Leave this to me.

- Where are you going? - The lake.

I'm coming too.

- Who told you? Mom? - Your mechanic.

I stopped by your store.

You'll get nowhere without help.

- You didn't want to go there anymore. - I changed my mind.

Son of a friend. He's French.

He came to help.

Mathieu...

Ben...

Sam.

What's the idea?

Getting a rabbi to say prayers?

It's his idea.

What's this sudden religious kick?

It's the rule, period.

- Is this new? - Yeah.

Got gas for the boat?

Yeah.

Let's go, then.

You've seen 'em.

Happy now?

Do you like fidgin'?

Sorry?

Fish. You go fishing?

No.

Shut up!

Shut up!

That's Jean's dog.

Can't stop looking for him.

- Where do I put this? - There.

You can sit there.

Here, put these on.

- Are they Dad's? - No!

- You on vacation? - For a few days.

You know what we're looking for?

There's strength in numbers.

We should search the spit of land on the south shore.

The current may've swept him there.

- Boots fit? - Yeah.

Shut the hell up!

Here, mosquito repellant.

Did he have his boots on?

Boots fill up with water.

They pull you down.

I know.

How did he hear she was pregnant?

Did she call him?

I told you. I don't know.

Of course you do.

It's not for me to say.

Who, then?

Did she call him?

He explained he had a wife and two kids but she wouldn't listen.

Then she called him to say you were born.

And he did nothing.

He booked a flight a week later.

I drove him to the airport.

He called me that evening. He'd taken a taxi home.

He'd chickened out.

He didn't call her again.

She didn't either.

Trust me, it haunted him all his life.

When his heart got bad, he wanted to meet you.

He wasn't sure how you'd react, so...

he gave me the package to send you.

Didn't you ask your mother?

I did.

But she always said I was born from a one-night stand

and my father was Etienne.

Pierre!

What?

Won't you search those rocks?

They're not in the current! It's pointless!

What?

Nothing!

Enjoying your vacation?

Got a smoke?

- Where are you from exactly? - Paris.

Been there?

Is your dad a doctor too?

No, thanks.

Taking a break?

- It's so hot! - You're limping?

The boots! I got a blister.

Can I have one too?

You smoke during Shabbat?

I thought you'd found God.

We won't tell.

Come! Give!

Where'd he find it?

Fetch!

Fetch!

It's a deer.

Chewed up by a coyote.

I warn you, if we find your dad, he'll be like that.

Come here!

- Pablo! - Ben.

This is pointless!

Ben!

So you're a lawyer?

- In Montreal? - Toronto.

Your own firm?

Yes, a big one.

I started it ten years ago.

How many of you?

Thirty. Sixteen lawyers.

You do criminal law?

Never. I haven't pleaded a case for years.

I negotiate mergers and acquisition deals.

Go where the money is!

Your dad had a clinic, right?

Yes.

What was his field?

Plastic surgery. Boob jobs for the idle rich.

He had it made.

Anyone coming with me?

Now?

You'd rather eat beans?

Well?

I'll pass.

And you?

No, thanks.

No funny stuff.

- I'm not deaf. - What?

I got the message!

Light a cooking fire.

Okay.

There's dry wood in the back.

Don't start that again.

Who gives a shit? It's all bollocks.

You can't have a burial without a body, for fuck's sake!

And stop drinking!

Mind your own business.

He'll be a mess if we find him.

You want Mom to see his half-eaten corpse

to keep a bloody rabbi happy?

You've never seen a synagogue or worn a kippa

and you're making the rules?

Fuck you!

He may be fine. We'll find him.

Find him yourself.

I'm done. I'm going fishing tomorrow.

Don't you need money?

Why?

Because I do.

So what?

You can't execute a will without a death certificate.

No body, no certificate!

- What? - Without a body,

we'll have to wait seven years!

It's the law, period!

It's in your interest, too!

You'll get half.

Are you telling me...

that's why we're here?

Partly, yes.

Well, bugger me!

I knew you were an asshole, but this takes the cake.

Don't lecture me!

I've never begged for anything.

I know Dad bailed you out, year after year.

Otherwise you'd be a bum!

So keep your morals to yourself.

You don't get walleye in Europe.

It's rather like perch. You'll see, it's good.

- What's that? - A sprinkle of cumin...

Salt and pepper.

Quite a mood in the cabin!

If looks could kill... What happened?

I don't know.

Should I turn them over?

Your granddad taught us this.

Run a thread through the blister, leave it overnight.

Next day, it's dry and healed.

Try learning that in med school!

OK, let's eat.

He brought us here the first time.

Your granddad was a genius with a fly.

Before he'd cast it,

he'd stare at the water for minutes.

Then he'd cast the fly at a spot 50 feet away...

and land it on a nickel.

Ten seconds later, snap! He had a bite.

We never understood how he did it.

- Didn't he tell you? - It was a mystery.

He said he saw swirls or bubbles.

From fifty feet!

Who knows? Maybe he ran off with a bimbo.

That would be bad news for you.

Why not?

He fucked half the nurses in his clinic. Love happens!

We'll get a postcard from Florida.

"Starting a new life with Miss Quebec. Love, Dad."

He'd be up to it.

Solve our inheritance hassles, wouldn't it?

That's not kosher!

He doesn't care.

Torah, rabbi... He doesn't give a fuck.

- Are you done? - You give a fuck?

Dad was right. You and I are from different planets.

He also said I got the brains and you got the rest.

He wasn't kidding.

Knock it off, guys.

I got the balls.

You lost out bigtime there.

Good thing Jean isn't here to see that.

What else should I know?

So he was a skirt-chaser.

He liked women, yes.

I'm getting the picture.

He probably had kids everywhere.

I have an army of siblings.

Too bad we're scattered.

I could get family discounts.

Say that again!

That's what you are!

Shut your fucking mouth!

Why? Who d'you think you are?

Shut the fuck up, you nobody!

Let me go!

You're a drunken pain in the ass!

Yeah? And you're a scheming asshole!

Stop it!

Cut it out!

Stop it!

Fuck off!

- Go fuck yourself! - Are you crazy?

What? You come here and dare...

Stop it!

What's wrong with you?

Are you sick?

Are you both sick?

Sweep that up.

I said sweep it up!

Do it!

Thanks.

Get any sleep?

Not much.

- What's the lake called? - Nothing.

We just call it the lake.

It's like me.

Father unknown.

Why am I here?

I should be with my son, not hunting a corpse with two psychos.

You wanted to meet them.

You know why the lawyer's here?

No body, no death certificate.

No certificate, no legacy before seven years.

And he needs money now.

Take the painting

and give it to them, from their father.

Let them fight over it.

I'm going home.

Here.

It's his.

Keep that, at least.

It wasn't just a one-night stand.

Jean enjoyed women but your mother was more than a fling.

If they'd met earlier, it would've been for life.

Did you meet her?

We had dinner, the three of us.

He saw in her a whole new world.

And she saw him...

like Robert Redford.

- Coffee? - I'll make herb tea.

Sorry about last night.

That's OK.

Coffee?

Yes, thanks.

- Is there any tea? - No.

Where do we search today?

What time's the synagogue tomorrow?

- One o'clock. - Where?

Clark and Fairmount.

Pierre? Where do we search?

You choose. I'm going home.

- Why? - Because.

Guy falls in the water with boots on, he sinks.

That's a fact.

Tell that to your rabbi.

Maybe he'll dig up a prayer anyway.

Money makes you crazy.

That's why I never made too much.

Did your book sell?

Quite well, for a first one.

Writing another one?

Trying. But my job takes too much time.

You should. Do what you enjoy in life.

You can sell the painting. Buy yourself time to write.

- I said I don't want it. - You should.

In ten years, you'll have money and still be selling kibble.

It'll be too late. You'll be comfortably numb.

Do you enjoy what you do?

Of course.

Are you a specialist?

Idealist.

That's why I studied medicine.

But dealing drugs for big pharma wasn't my thing.

I spent a year in China

learning acupuncture and herbalism.

- My wife's into that too. - She's right!

It sure beats the chemical crap.

It's the world's oldest medicine. It heals everything.

What does she do?

She's a teacher. We're separated.

How come?

Went our separate ways.

She wanted more of my time, too.

You see?

- And your son? - What about him?

Do you have time for him?

Of course.

But now I'm missing his judo contest.

I wish I'd had a son.

To go fidgin'?

Here it is.

It's good.

I like it.

Had he had it long?

Dunno. I never saw it.

- So? - Nothing.

Just his cap.

Hi.

Is the lake beautiful?

- Haven't you been there? - No. Girls aren't allowed.

After you.

He stopped them from killing each other.

The boozer was at it again,

as usual.

What were they fighting about?

Time out, girls! And you're playing it wrong.

What's right?

Not like that.

Why the fight?

I don't know.

I don't understand it.

They were such cute little boys.

Like that.

- Go on! - Yes, more!

- Girls, pajamas! - Leave it to me.

- You sure? - Go on.

Thanks.

Can I borrow your car, Dad?

Keys on the desk.

Come along. No arguing!

Night, sweethearts.

Night, Mommy.

Girls' night out.

Fancy coming?

I'm not a girl.

All the more reason.

They might like it.

Crap!

I'll bet a round you can't sink that.

I'll sink both.

Never!

- I'll have gin and tonic. - Two for me!

A beer.

Beer too, actually.

"Beer too, actually!"

Where did you learn?

Here.

At 18, I was the queen of pool.

- Surviving the girls' talk? - More or less.

We all met in junior high.

I've known Léa forever.

She's going for me.

She's in a bad place.

But she's a great girl.

Go for it.

Your shot. Go for it.

Make it good. They're all watching!

No! Mine was Leblanc!

We numbered all the guys. 1, 2, 3...

Number 3, you know...

- Sylvain! - No, no!

No, the teeth!

Pat Bouchard!

I saw him with a wife and kids.

Pat Bouchard sucks!

- Did you ever pull an ugly girl? - Yes!

You don't get it!

We do. You had him twice, not once!

Cheers!

I'm going, girls.

No, don't!

I really must.

- They could've driven you home. - I'm fine with taking a walk.

- Want one? - No, thanks.

Bettina!

Hey, Betty!

- When did you hit town? - Leave it, Sam.

Let's have a drink.

Just one. Let's talk.

I have nothing to say to you.

Five minutes, just one drink!

- I'm entitled to that! - Let me go.

- Drop it, Sam. - Watch it, you!

Go away, please!

- Stop it. - You again?

What are you doing here?

With her? Doing what?

Stop it, please.

Christ, Sam!

Stop poking your fucking nose in our business!

- Stop! - You want more?

Stop it! Go away!

Get out of my life!

Let's go.

Understand? Stay out of my life!

Like brother and sister.

It felt weird at first. We practically hid.

Was he always like that?

Pretty much.

How long did it last?

Five years.

Let's see.

Do you think it's broken?

Just bleeding.

He's such a loser!

One drink and he's all fists.

The only language he knows.

Did he ever hit you?

Once.

I left the next day.

That's why I moved to Vancouver.

Use this.

I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

Don't worry about it.

I'm not sure I can drive.

Are you asleep?

We drank a lot too, didn't we?

- You think so? - Yes.

When do you leave?

Tomorrow.

Aren't you going to the funeral?

Well... Good night.

Bye.

Still up?

- Did I wake you? - No.

- I can't sleep. - Me neither.

Want some?

Come on. It'll help you relax.

Aren't you thirsty?

I drank a quart of water.

Here.

You raise the girls on your own?

No help from their father?

He's from New York. We met in Vancouver.

When I got pregnant, he was unhappy.

When he heard they were twins...

he ran home.

It's the national sport here.

But there's no women's team.

Have the girls met him?

No.

Are you OK with money?

We're alright.

I share an office with a partner.

We work non-stop.

You'd never guess how many teens need help.

How do you work with them?

We talk. I get them talking, mostly.

Go on. Lie down and talk.

Your mom, dad, Oedipus... See what happens.

I'm not a teenager.

Of course you are.

Go on.

It's a long story. I never met my father.

He's deep in a lake. We're burying his cap tomorrow.

Right. That one's not in the manual.

See?

You came all this way for that.

Yes.

Or rather to see my brothers.

And you didn't like them.

Want some more?

My sister and I often climbed in through that window late at night.

This was her bedroom.

Did you ever get caught?

No. They knew but kept quiet.

They let us live.

It was Dad's motto: "You're free."

I miss her.

My sister.

See? You're not the only one.

Well...

Sleep well.

You too.

See? We are teenagers.

What's that?

What?

That painting.

My inheritance, sort of.

I've seen it before.

- Where? At Jean's place? - No.

Very expensive.

Really?

Dad and I went to an art gallery once.

That painting was there.

I noticed it.

Dad stared at it for hours on end. He seemed to love it.

- Your father? - Yes.

I went back later to buy it for him.

When I saw the price, I almost fainted.

But Jean could afford to buy it,

like we buy a poster from IKEA.

Now it's yours to enjoy.

Morning.

Coffee or tea?

Coffee, please.

Can I help?

Cups are there.

How'd it go last night? Were you the star?

What happened to your nose?

Some guy hassled us.

Boys will be boys.

I'm not sorry I had girls.

Want a pancake?

Sit down.

I found your book online. A Disappearance, right?

I ordered it.

May I see your photo album again?

By all means.

Here you go.

I'll go get it.

The one at the lake, too?

No, just the album.

What time's your flight?

12:10.

Not coming to synagogue?

No.

Take any you like.

- This one? - Take your pick.

Just this one.

That was just before Jean opened his clinic.

The stethoscope Pierre's wearing. Is it his?

Yes.

Does he still have it?

Of course. He keeps everything.

What's the matter?

He's sick.

Pierre.

He has cancer.

Prostate. It's inoperable.

Chemo is all they can do.

But he refuses. He says it's poison.

He thinks his plants will save him.

They say, with treatment,

he could live ten years.

Can't you talk to him?

Me?

He'd have listened to your father.

Jean would have dragged him to the hospital

by force, if necessary.

He'll change his mind.

You don't know him.

He doesn't listen to me.

He won't let me tell anyone.

Bettina and Julia don't even know he's sick.

Up already?

You never sleep!

Did you call the airport?

Yes. 12:10.

They fly that early?

It's via New York.

What happened to you?

Nothing. I met the wrong guy.

You do pick 'em!

What's that?

I'm taking it.

It's a gift.

That one?

I'll give you a ride.

I'll meet you all at the synagogue.

Thanks, sweetie.

This is for your son.

Thanks.

Are you OK?

Not really.

What is it, your nose?

No.

I'm short of breath.

Since when?

Just now.

Were you hit elsewhere?

Should I examine you?

Take your shirt off.

It's normal.

Turn around.

Take a deep breath.

Through your mouth.

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Would this help?

Turn around.

Was it yours?

The stethoscope. Was it yours?

You were Robert Redford.

Why did you call me?

The time was right.

The time?

Was there no other time in 33 years?

No?

The time was right. That's all.

Are you really leaving today?

I have to be with my kid.

Here. You're fit.

I'm going to be late.

I should get ready.

Don't get dirty right away!

We'll come with you.

We agreed to meet there.

We can go straight to the synagogue.

I'll bring snacks for the girls.

Are we late?

We should go.

Anna! Rose! We're going.

They're coming too.

Bettina!

Let's play Pikapo.

Wait, chickies! I need to do some cleaning.

Coming?

- Did you sleep? - Not much.

Me neither.

Look, Mommy! Dresses!

What's the idea?

I bought them on Saturday. They can't go in crummy old jeans.

I don't like them dressed the same!

It's pretty!

OK, let's go?

Got the keys?

I do.

Are you going home to Paris?

To see Valentin?

Are you hurt?

I bumped myself.

Got your passport?

Will we ever go to Paris?

We'll see.

When?

I don't know.

Some day.

I'd like that.

I'd like you all to visit me.

All of you.

I'd love to.

It's about time.

Right?

Didn't you go earlier?

Be quick!

So?

Will you talk to him?

He'll take treatment if you ask him to.

He owes you that, right?

What?

Nothing.

Did you bring a cap?

You'll need one in the synagogue.

Damn, I forgot.

What's up?

What is it?

Nothing.

I have this.

What are they up to?

Look!

Hall 2.

Over there.

You should tell them about me.

Did you take the painting?

Yes.

Do as I said.

Sell it.

And take time off to write.

Mommy, can we have a monkey?

Not now.

Wait.

I should buy a gift for my son.

I won't be long.

That brown monkey, Mommy!

Be right back.

Nice. You're a good grandpa.

You really want us to visit?

Why not?

We'll go up the Eiffel Tower. You didn't last time.

- Shall I wrap it for you? - Yes, please.

You'll need to be healthy for it.

Cured, you know?

One father's funeral is enough for me.

- $50.30. - I'm paying.

These, too.

Chemo works, you know?

Hawthorn drops won't fix it.

Forget what you heard. I'll be fine.

Yeah, right.

Don't you want to meet your grandson?

Shall I wrap these, too?

No, thanks.

Were the direct flights full?

This gets me in early enough for my son's judo contest.

Rose! Anna! Let's go.

Come say goodbye.

Bye, girls!

Will you come back?

Definitely.

And you'll come to Paris.

We have lots to talk about.

I'll read your book.

And I'll look forward to the next one.

I'll do what it takes.

Good.

Thanks for everything.

Thank you.

Here...

Read this on the plane. It's a good one.

Thanks.

Go. You'll be late.

Yes. Bye.

Bye, kid.

Bye.

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