All language subtitles for Aimons-nous vivants (2025)_id

Curtain! He's collapsed. Hurry!
Call an ambulance.

IT TAKES TWO TO TANGO

One year later

Where are they?

I can't find them.

Where are these tickets?
I know Mariette printed them.

It's always something, Claude.

Always something, damn it.

Here.

Let's see. Car 3, seats 77 and 76.

All good.

We face each other, no neighbors.
Just how you like it.

Who is "we"?

Come on, let me take you.

I swear I won't get in the way.

OK, I'm off.

I put your folder in your bag,

- Just in case.
- In case of what?

In case you feel like writing a song.

I haven't written two words in 10 years.

You think it'll just pop up?

You never know.

Yes, we do.

Alright.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

TGV Lyria 9776 to Geneva
is ready for departure.

Oh, my!

I thought I'd never make it.

Never.

- Is this seat free?
- I don't know. Maybe.

I'm not used to so many people anymore.

Trains going every which way
in the station,

signs everywhere.

You should have seen me.
A chicken without a head!

- No way!
- No.

- Antoine Toussaint!
- No.

Yes. You're Antoine Toussaint.

Your face is tattooed on my back.

Not really, but I wouldn't mind.

That's how much I love you.

Since forever. You're right here.

Thank you.

Are you in concert in Geneva?

No, no concert in Geneva.

Excuse me, but I'd like to...

I'm not free anyway.
I'm going to my daughter's wedding.

Yeah.

And you?

- I'd like some peace.
- If you want peace,

Geneva's the place.

If you had said Madrid...

You're always a second away
from tapas happy hour...

- Geneva, however...
- Now. I'd like some peace now.

Of course. Excuse me.

Silly me.

Well, bon voyage.

I just love your voice!

Thank you. Sorry.

I got you a coffee anyway.

I also got you a fruitcake.

Hello?

Thank you very much.

Hello ma'am, hello sir.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Perfect, thank you.

We're honored to have you.

- Thank you.
- Really.

Enjoy your trip.
On behalf of SNCF and TGV Lyria.

- Wow. Thank you.
- Enjoy.

I'm such a dodo. You have it, Antoine.

I gave you my ticket earlier.

I don't think so.

Remember, that paper?

I gave it to you in the café.
It's my ticket.

Check. You'll see.

He worries me, this isn't the first time.

We may need to see a doctor.

Of course, I don't see him aging.

No worries.

- Thank you.
- Enjoy your trip.

Thank you.

What were we saying
before I went to get snacks?

Now then...

I won't beat around the bush.

I don't want small talk.
Is that clear enough?

When you get angry,
it makes me want to hug you.

Really.

We've arrived in Geneva...

- Can I get your autograph?
- We're arriving.

I'll be fast.

Do you have paper and a pen?

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

- For Victoire, right?
- Can you write "Vicky"?

With a "y"?

That's nice. Is it real leather?

I don't know, maybe.

I love it. It feels like it has a story.

This?
I wrote all my songs in it.

- Really?
- Yes.

- Here, it's yours.
- No!

- It's yours.
- I can't.

Please take it.

OK.

I just had to.

No, you really did not.

Welcome to Switzerland.

Thank you.

First time in Geneva?

More like my last.

How was your trip?

Chatty.

- Here.
- Yes.

- Drop me downtown?
- I'm not going there.

Really? But the Grand Hotel

is downtown.

Look at the Water Jet!

- Please stop. Pull over.
- No!

Keep going.

Let's walk the rest of the way.

Not me, but you go ahead.

No, that's silly.

It's so pretty.

Look at that square over there!

The little café!

What's that?

A chocolate shop.

You're going to gush over everything?

Yes, no. Sorry.

I just... OK, I'll tell you.

I'm going to tell you.

I just got out of prison.

I can’t describe this rush of freedom!

It’s almost too much!

I took some caffeine
to make the most of it.

It might not go with my anti-depressants.

You got out of prison?

"Got out", yes and no.

I have a weekend pass.

I return on Sunday.

To prison?

I'm not supposed to leave the country.

Look at the dog!

I love dogs.

Here you are.

Thank you, Mr. Toussaint.
Have a pleasant stay.

Thank you.

Hey, wait up!

He'll drop you anywhere you want.

- I just had an idea...
- That's enough. No more ideas.

Leave me alone now.

My daughter's wedding
is tomorrow at 11 AM.

Why don't you sing something?
Not necessarily Mambo Italiano.

- Definitely not .
- She'll be so happy.

It would only take you 15 minutes.

As a kid, she loved you.
You could have farted in a trumpet.

Leave me alone, this is ridiculous.

I'll sleep with you in exchange.

Even though I can tell
I want it more than you.

Hey... Just kidding!

Hello, Mr. Toussaint.
The Grand Hotel is honored...

Great. I'd like my room please.

Put it there.

Here.

Thank you sir. Enjoy your stay with us.

Thank you.

I'm telling you, he's famous.

I don't know him.

He is. I know him.

- Go ask.
- I don't know him.

Just go over. I swear he's famous.

- Go ask him.
- You're better dressed.

- Go on.
- It has to be you.

There you go.

Excuse me, sir.

Are you really famous?

The kitchen brigade says you're famous.

I'm a little famous.

Apparently not for long.

What do you do?

Are you an actor?

- A singer.
- Right.

What do you sing?

Songs. What else could I sing?

I don't know.

- Since I don't know you...
- So I see...

I got that.

Another glass, please

- Of course.
- Thank you.

Yes, he's famous!

I'm sorry, I'm out of cognac.

But I'll get some for tomorrow,
if you like.

I won't be here.

I won't be anywhere for that matter.

Tomorrow night, I'll be dead.

You have an appointment?

Yes.

I can offer you a whiskey, if you like.

If you'll toast with me.

Just a bit.

Are you ill?

Let's say...

I'm not terminally ill.

I found an organization

that helps people like me.

At the end of their rope.

Everyone deserves

access to a peaceful death.

This is my last night.

Yep.

I could have sang that.

"It's my last night," la, la, la...

I see in your file

that you don't want music
for your final departure.

No music. I'm done with music.

And, a friend?

Someone to accompany you?

So...

Are we good?
We've covered everything?

I see why people
throw themselves out of windows.

The organization is here to help you

die with dignity.

I know.
You've been repeating it for months.

Very well.

But I must insist on one thing.

Even at the last minute,

you're free to change your mind.

If you're waiting for a plot twist,
you'll be disappointed.

Shall we go?

You have your passport?

Yes.

And the form I sent you.

Yes. It's all here.

Antoine?

Hi, Mariette. Put Claude on, please.

Of course.

It's Antoine!

I'm connecting you.

Stay alive... on the line.

Stay on the line. Here's Claude.

Antoine?

Where are the passport and the form?

- I don't have them.
- Yes, you do.

Of course you do.

I put them away myself.

Where did you put them?

In your bag.

I put the form in the folder pocket
so it wouldn't get wrinkled.

In my folder?

It's always something, Claude.
Always!

- Are you sure, Mariette?
- Absolutely!

Alright...

My manager put them in a folder
that I gave to someone.

A woman.

She is...
We'll have to do without.

It's not a problem for the form.

- But we absolutely need your passport.
- Why?

It's procedure to avoid issues later.

Imagine your family.

I have no family.
There's nothing. No one.

This is nuts. It's pure madness.

Here's my passport.
Everyone knows my face.

You want to test it?

Waiter?

Yes?

No, nothing.

Thank you.

It wouldn't help anyway.

Without your passport,

you'll have to postpone your...

project.

This means so much to me!

No, wait.

Sorry, I tend to be a bit emotional.

I'm not here to sing.

You're here. That's huge.

I came for my passport.

- Your passport?
- Yes.

It's in the folder I gave you.

You have it on you?

- It's at the hotel.
- Which hotel?

The Azur motel.

Give me the address and your key.

I'll drop it off at reception.

Wait. Let's make a deal.

You sing at church.
After the mass, we'll go together.

That's not a deal. It's blackmail.

Come on, you're here.
Just the chorus.

No means no.

No public performances.

Why not?

Did I ask why you're in jail?

I robbed a jewelry store.

With a toy gun.

That's the truth.

And here comes my ex-husband.

- You're here?
- It's our daughter's wedding.

- You escaped?
- I'm not as crazy as you think.

This can't be happening!

You look stunning!

This can't be.

Everything's fine. What's wrong?

Mom, I'm begging you. Don't ruin today.

Why would I ruin it?

You are taking your meds, right?

Yes, I'm taking my meds.

Look who I came with.

It's Antoine Toussaint.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Congratulations.

This is my daughter, Constance.

Constant versus inconstant.

You think that's funny?

No, it sounded funnier in my head.

If you want, Antoine can sing in church.

No, he can't sing something.

No, he can't.

We can't just throw in random things
at the last minute.

Mom, you have to leave.
Sorry, you can't stay.

- Why?
- Because.

Because what?

Because... I lied.

She said you live in Argentina.

That you were estranged.

Victoire, please.

Not today.

Shall we?

You think?

Yes, I do.

Yes, you're right.

Let's go!

To the hotel. We're going to the hotel.

I, Constance, take you, Baptiste,
to be my husband.

I promise to be faithful,

for better and for worse,

in sickness and in health.

And to love you every day of my life.

Constance, will you be my wife?

Yes, I will.

And you, Baptiste,
will you be my husband?

Yes, I will.

Could I borrow your phone, please?

I'd like to send my daughter a message.

I bought one in jail,

but I couldn’t sneak it out.

I still don’t see
why you picked a hotel so far away.

It had the best view of my bank account.

- Want me to read it to you?
- No, thanks.

So...

"Your husband seems wonderful.
Have a marvelous day.

"Your mom who loves you."

What?

- Nothing.
- Say it.

- It's flat, right?
- Painfully flat.

That's exactly what it needs to be.
Send.

People say I overdo it.

I can't help it if I overflow.

When I'm happy, I'm ecstatic.

When I'm sad, I'm very sad.

It's a bit of a drawback.

I'm so happy to have been there
for my daughter.

I lost custody when she was 12.

The robbery was for her.

I wanted something nice
for her 18th birthday.

Something lasting.

And it has lasted!

Sorry.

"The Escape"
Dying with Dignity

Assisted suicide request form

No.

Nothing inside.

How can there be nothing?

Look for yourself.

What did you do with it?

Me? Nothing.

Maybe they fell in your bag.

Why "they"?

- "They"?
- You used the plural.

"They" didn't fall.
I only said "passport".

- I said "they"?
- Yes.

You knew something else
was with the passport.

Which means you took them out,

and hid them.

Wow. Detective Toussaint, I see.

Fine.

Go on. I'm not letting him leave.

Why would I hide your passport?

Come on. You know very well why.

If I knew I'd be searched,

I’d have tidied my cell.

Whoa!

You're as white as a milkman's shit.
Have a seat.

- Are you OK?
- I'll be fine.

- Want me to call someone?
- Yes, the police.

Definitely not.
I told you I shouldn't be here.

- Give me my passport.
- Why would I have stolen it?

You found the form
and saw I wanted to kill myself.

And now you’re trying to stop me.

- Do you have cancer?
- No.

Are you depressed?

No.

What then? A broken heart?

It's none of your business.

Of course it's my business. I adore you.

It’s like hearing
Dorothy put Toto to sleep!

Give me that.

Call the cops
and my sentence won't be reduced!

My daughter.

She answered me.

Will you read it? I'm too scared.

Please.

"I told everyone you came back
from Argentina to surprise me.

"Join us for dinner tonight.

"Please, just be normal."

And she gives the address.
That's it.

Now, give me my passport,
go to your daughter's wedding,

and I'll do what I came to do.

Why don't you come with me
to the wedding?

I'll walk back into my daughter’s life
with style,

on Antoine Toussaint's arm!

You don’t want your life anymore.

Lend it to me for 24 hours.

I promise I’ll give you your passport
and kill you.

I mean I'll leave you alone
to kill yourself.

I promise.

What difference does it make?
24 hours more or less?

If you call the police
I'll destroy your passport.

I run on solar energy.

In prison,

the only time I feel free
is when I close my eyes

and feel the sun on my face.

Hey, we’ve got 24 hours, so...

We might as well enjoy it, right?

Don't forget you lent me your life.
So how about a...

A little smile. It won’t kill you.

No pun intended.

Excuse me, but...

I have a hard time believing
you really want to die.

That’s why I’m a little...

I mean, if you truly wanted to die,

you’d already be dead.

I know my stuff.
I've done two SAs.

- SA?
- Suicide attempts.

Death hits you. You don’t schedule it.

"Do you have a slot Saturday at 4 PM?"

That's total nonsense.

The thing is...

I'm clumsy. I...

I was scared I’d mess it up.

I didn’t want to end up
splattered on the pavement like Mike.

Mike?

Mike Brant, sorry.

I loved him.

Mike Brant is different.

He had reasons.

His family died in the camps, etc...
But you?

Well, I...

I had a stroke.

On stage.

I fell into a coma.

And when I woke up,

my tongue felt like Styrofoam,

and a stiff leg.

But most importantly, it felt like...

everyone was speaking a foreign language.
That was really...

It took me...

months in rehab to get back on my feet.

I don’t want to risk having another one.

Especially since this time,
I could end up a vegetable.

Who says you'll have another stroke?

Statistics, doctors...

Anyway, I...

I can’t go on stage anymore.

I saw Charles Trenet sing
"Y'a D'la Joie",

too old to stand.

Being a singer is a way of life.

It takes energy and passion.

You do it as long as you are able to.

OK, so your career is over.

- But not your life.
- My life is my career.

I won't sit and wait for the next stroke
with a cup of herbal tea in hand.

No way.

- Antoine, is that you?
- Yes.

- Something came up.
- You're coming back?

- No, I had to reschedule.
- Why?

The organization understands.
Same time, tomorrow.

- What happened?
- Listen, Claude.

Call your journalist friend, OK?

OK, but...

Tell him everything’s been pushed back
24 hours.

Did you get that?

Claude, did you get that?

Of course I did.

I'm sad, not stupid.

It doesn't seem
to have killed your appetite.

You know very well
nothing kills my appetite.

- See you around, cheeky devil.
- See you, Tonio.

Goodbye, Antoine.

We can't let him do this, Mariette.

- No, we can't.
- Book me on the next train to Geneva.

- Did we let him drink himself to death?
- No!

Did we let him marry that serpent,
Virginie?

No!

Did we listen to him when he said

that "Mambo Italiano"
was a song for starry-eyed girls?

Or that it would never work!

He was going to be "a laughing stock".

Because he was "a serious singer".

So chic.

We have to stop him
from doing this stupid thing.

- We should never have let him leave.
- Never.

Rent me a car too.

A big one. Something classy.

Go on, hurry.
I'll send it all to your phone.

I'm bringing Toussaint back,
pedal to the metal.

Claude?

What?

Your telephone!

Oh, right.

Good catch.

Is Antoine Toussaint your real name?

I'm not sure I can call it "real".

I was born anonymously,
so the hospital picked it.

"Antoine", because I was born
at St. Antoine Hospital in Paris.

And "Toussaint",
because it was All Saints’ Day.

The Day of the Dead.

Not the best start.

Aren't you the bitter one!

Hasn't life made it up to you since?

I didn’t know you were adopted.

I was never adopted.

I wasn't very adoptable.

I was very ugly, for starters.

And I was always angry.

Throughout my entire childhood,

I was bounced around
from one foster family to another.

And they weren’t the kind of families
that read Dr. Spock by the fireplace.

So naturally, when I became a singer,

people suddenly listened to me.
They noticed me.

- They loved you.
- Exactly.

It sounds silly when I say it,

but my whole life,
I feared it would stop.

And I'd be forgotten.

You've been married twice?

- More importantly, divorced twice.
- No children?

No wife, no children.
My only friend left is my manager.

Someone I’ve paid to take care of me
for 42 years.

That’s the practical side of fame.

No one can tell you
you're screwing up your life.

Not even yourself.

Don't you have any questions for me?

That's why you're unhappy.
You're not interested in others.

I’m very serious.

You should try. It’s relaxing.

In prison, I know everyone’s life.

You know what the girls in the workshop
call me?

"The Psychologist."

Don't you mean "The Psychopath"?

No?

Postpone the announcement by 24 hours.

OK. Did you...
You didn't understand.

Postpone the announcement 24 hours.

You hear me?

Postpone! It's important. Postpone.

I'm in the middle of nowhere, pal.

Do you hear me? Postpone it.

Postpone it. You have to postpone it.

So, what about you?

What about me?

- You robbed a jewelry store?
- Yes.

Constance was turning 18.

I saw this beautiful ring,

but I only had 37 euros left
in my account.

I tried borrowing left and right.
No luck.

So, I had this brilliant idea

to spend my 37 euros

on a plastic gun.

I found a really realistic one
in a toy store.

I opened the package on the street,

threw it in the trash
outside the jewelry store,

and just walked in.

Ding, dong. No mask, nothing.

Like climbing Everest in flip-flops.

- How much time did you get?
- Five years.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

The thing is, it went south.

A salesman wanted to play hero.

He jumped on me and we fought.

- You fought?
- It was awful.

He ended up in a display case

with his radial artery cut.

Luckily, I’m a nurse. I stepped in.

Pressure points, tourniquet...

We waited for the paramedics...

and the police.

- It was fun.
- I can imagine.

Let's jump in!

Jump in, where?
What for?

Besides, swimming is forbidden.

You know my motto?

One forbidden thing per day.

Come on, please be reasonable.

Fat chance!

I don't give in that easily!

- Victoire, come back!
- No!

Honestly...

Oh, it's cold!

Come on!

Swimming prohibited

It gets your blood flowing!

- He's not here anymore.
- Are you sure?

Mr. Toussaint didn't book for tonight.

It can't be.
He said he was staying another day.

- Maybe at another hotel.
- You don't know artists.

I bet he was in room 203.

Yes, he was.

I know him by heart.
He never changes his habits.

Check again, please.

Excuse me, you can't do that!

- Please.
- One second.

Just one second.

Sir, please.

Unbelievable.

Look under "Mr. Antoine".

Sometimes we use that name
to get rid of nuisances.

Where can he be?

I'm totally wiped out. How about you?

I'm not used to walking this much
in prison.

You don't get walks?

Turning in circles in a concrete cage,
trying to stay out of trouble,

isn't exactly what I call a walk.

Alright, I'm warning you.

Either you tell me I'm beautiful
or I'll kill myself too.

Can you not joke about that?

Get ready...

Here I come.

Well?

You're... It's...

You look very beautiful.

It's...

It's lovely.

- Really?
- Yes, really.

OK...

I'll have a celebratory pee
and off we go, before you jump me.

Non-stop champagne. No empty glasses.

Put that down!

It'll relax me.

Hurry up.

Excuse me.

You've been living in Argentina
for four years.

OK.

Why did I go there?

For work.

- What work?
- Nurse, of course.

Why don't I say tango teacher?

- It's more...
- Mom, please.

- Alright.
- I mean it.

I couldn't not invite you once
I knew you were here,

but I swear, if you're out of line,
you'll never see me again.

- This is too important.
- I know.

What should I say?

- Say you're Antoine Toussaint.
- Fine.

Of course.

I know!

I met Antoine in Buenos Aires,
after his show.

It was love at first sight.

We booked a room
and didn't come out for a week.

- I should never have invited you.
- Don't say that.

Everything will be fine.

Constance, please!

Yes.

Coming!

- Here, sir.
- Thank you.

- Ma'am?
- Two glasses of champagne, please.

Drinking with your meds?

This is Constance’s day.
You’re here and that’s fine.

Just don't be "too" here.

Don't dance on tables,
don't kiss the groom’s father...

- I got it.
- Don't burst into tears.

Am I allowed to breathe?

Don’t make me the bad guy.

You know exactly what I mean.

Wait, look around.

Look at the life Constance has built.

It's calm...

Organized.

That's enough. I said I get it.

Excuse me.

We saw you in 82, or 83.
At the Grand Théâtre.

- Wonderful concert.
- Thank you.

"Mambo Italiano."

Boy, did we dance to that! Remember?

- It was ages ago.
- It was.

But that wasn't my only song.

Victoire, your timing's perfect.

Antoine didn't know
where you lived in Buenos Aires.

You know Buenos?

We went there four years ago on vacation.

Awesome.

Well, I live near Puerte Cristina.

Sound familiar?

Not offhand. Is it near the ocean?

Exactly.

To the newlyweds!

Antoine,
I'm leaving the same message as before.

I'm waiting for you at the hotel.
Call me back.

I mean, if you're still alive.

Call me back.

The mating habits of bed bugs is insane.

You have to see the documentary.

- Really?
- Yes.

Nobody's interested.

But they do it 200 times a day!

They're sexopaths.

And there's no courting involved.

Forget all about romanticism.

I'm sorry, but it's so funny.

You know what the male does?

He sticks his penis into the female,
anywhere he can.

In her back, head, legs, wherever!

Can you imagine?

So Nature figures,

"Let's give them tiny orifices,
tiny pussies,

"since these idiots don't know
how to aim straight."

And here's the best part.

Guess how much sperm
the male injects with each shot.

The human equivalent of 30 liters!

30 liters... of sperm!

Two buckets!

Can you picture it?

Not really. I'd rather not.

Excuse me!

May I have your attention?

I'd like to say a few words.

For those who don’t know me,

I’m Constance’s mother.

Yes, that's me.

My little girl.

I almost didn't make it to your wedding.

You can’t imagine how sad that made me.

And...

A miracle happened!

Yesterday, they came to get me at 6 AM.

They said, "It's fine."

"It's fine for you to travel.

"You can take your plane."

Because I live in Buenos Aires...

In Argentina.

I'm a nurse in Buenos Aires

and I wasn’t sure I could fly.

I have some health issues
that prevent me from flying.

But who cares? Really, who cares?

What matters is you!

You two. Constance and Bastien.

- Baptiste.
- Baptiste! Of course!

I'm sorry.

Of course, Baptiste.
Constance and Baptiste.

I'm so sorry. Since yesterday, it's...

It's a lot.

Constance.

What your mother is trying to say is,

she's very flattered to be here.

And she insists on giving you a surprise.

I heard that you loved my songs
when you were little.

Is that true?

Yes, it is.

Let's go!

I've ruined so many love stories

In my solitude

When I think of it all

Sometimes I find myself hoping
Close to your ear

For a few words that might make you smile

A breath of pleasure
On your delicate neck

Then I'll take your hand
And lead you to the edge of my life

Before time runs out
I'll offer you every joy in the world

I long to love once more

I've saved

For the day I'd meet you

The most beautiful flying carpets

Of the Far East

Which I’ll nail down
Against every wind

At your feet

To show you how much

I’ve changed

I long to love once more

The last time
I promise

Maybe...

he didn't postpone.

Maybe he's done it.

Antoine Toussaint is dead.

Don't forget, it's what he wanted.

Artists don't know what they want.

That's why we're here.

Where's this from, this vermouth?

From the Tarragona region in Spain.

From Spain!

We did some lovely shows in Spain.

And we ate so well!

And drank!

We had some great laughs.

We did.

In the Alps, the shrinking glaciers
bear witness to climate change...

- Hello, ma'am.
- Hello, sir.

Can we have breakfast in the room?
We're in 126, I believe.

Yes, of course.

What would you like?

...the death of Antoine Toussaint,
announced this morning.

He sang one last time

at a wedding, seen here on social media.

Antoine Toussaint took his life
last night in Geneva.

Bertrand Nadler has more.

With his inimitable crooner’s voice,
Toussaint made his mark on French music

starting in the 1970s.

As a singer-songwriter,
he recorded 22 albums

with unforgettable songs
that live in everyone's memory.

Songs like

"If It Were Possible,"
but also "It's My Life,"

or "One More Time." And of course,

his rendition of "Mambo Italiano",
the summer hit of 1984,

that earned him the nickname
"the French Dean Martin".

This boy, born anonymously in Paris
in the 1950s,

was discovered at 18 by Dalida,
who launched him as her opening act,

which in the day was known
as "the American star".

Antoine Toussaint became
an overnight success.

And this success has never wavered.

You wonder what to talk about.
What means the most to you,

like the people we meet...

who become friends or lovers.

We all have a common denominator,

and this is it.

Love at first sight, breakups...

Antoine?

- What the hell did you do?
- I'm so happy to hear your voice.

- Didn't you call your journalist friend?
- I did, I swear...

I don't understand what happened.

The signal was bad,

so maybe he thought I said
to postpone 4 hours

instead of 24 hours.

What the hell, Claude?

You got me into deep shit! You know that?

- I'll issue a denial.
- What?

So they think I'm an idiot?
Absolutely not.

No way.

Then what do we do?

What do we do?
You go back to Paris and don't move.

- What are you going to do?
- Me? What will I do?

What am I supposed to do?

I'll sort this out somehow.

- Meaning?
- Meaning...

l'll die for real.

Thanks a lot!

It's always something, damn it. Always!

It's always something!

Hello!

- I'm dead.
- Me too.

Come back to bed. Come on.

No, I'm really dead.

Antoine Toussaint fans
are in mourning today.

For those just joining us,

the famous French singer
took his own life last night

in Switzerland. More from...

How is that possible?

That's my manager...

He...

Antoine?

- Hello.
- I was about to call you.

- Are you OK?
- Well I'm...

doing a lot better than I should be.

I'm at the organization headquarters.

The leak didn't come from us.

I know.

Where are you? I'll join you.

No, where are you?

I'll pick you up. It's more discreet.

I'm at the Azur Motel.

Do you know where...

I know it.

- I'm on my way.
- Good, see you soon.

I've been preparing this for months.

You have no idea
what an uphill battle it is

to want to die.

Now that it's underway,
it's too late to reconsider.

I'll never let you leave.

Not after last night.

Victoire...

Singers are announced dead all the time.

McCartney, Dutronc, Elvis...

I know what I promised you,

but I'll never give you back
your passport.

I already got it back.

Damn you!

Victoire!

Please open up.

Let me at least say goodbye.

Be reasonable, open up.

I need a glass of water
to take some pills.

This is a lot for me.

I feel like I might pass out.

Victoire, if I say I'm alive, then what?

In 2 months, I'm back to square one?

Great running joke.

Alright...

I'm going.

Thank you for last night.

It was magical.

Truly.

And...

It was a gift that I'd given up on.

Thanks.

- Yes?
- Someone's here for Mr. Toussaint.

- What shall I say?
- Antoine changed his mind.

- What do you mean?
- Just that. He changed his mind.

He's fine. As you can hear, all's good.

Want to ask him yourself?
You can see him naked.

No, no.

- I'll let the gentleman know.
- There you go.

Be sure to tell him to say or do nothing.

- Antoine will issue the denial himself.
- OK.

- Checkout is at noon.
- Noon is perfect.

It gives me time to join him
in the shower.

Alright, goodbye now.

Sorry.

Forgive me, please.

- Yes.
- It's me.

- How could you do this to me?
- Calm down!

My mother-in-law's sobbing,
the guests are in shock.

Baptiste is despondent!
How can I calm down?

- You killed him?
- No.

Of course not.
I put him out with sleeping pills.

Didn't he commit suicide?

Not yet. Come and help me.

- To do what?
- Put him in your trunk.

My what...? Nope.

No way.

I'm going on my honeymoon today.

What time is your flight?

- Late afternoon.
- Perfect. Plenty of time.

Did you just say "perfect"?

Come on, Constance. Please.

We'll get him in your car,

and I swear I'll explain my plan.

Your plan?
Aren't you expected back at jail today?

Yes. It's a mess.

- By what time?
- 6 PM.

- You'll never make it.
- Like I said, it's a mess.

What else could I do?

You can't just let people die.

Wait, there's a bump.

Lower. You're going to hit his head.

He can't feel a thing.

Push there. Go on.

Push.

- Come on, push.
- His legs don't fit.

I think I'm falling in love.

Antoine Toussaint,
death of a crooner

I got married to one of his songs.

Do whatever you want
with your not-really-dead singer.

- Just bring my car back here.
- Yes.

- I want it here when I return.
- You'll have it.

I promise.

You're living in another fairy tale.

Saving the great Antoine Toussaint
from suicide.

Once again, you can't handle reality.

So you go off the rails,
you lose the plot.

- I lose the plot?
- Yes, you lose the plot!

Like when you had a homeless guy
sleep on our sofa.

Who cared if I was scared?
You were saving the world.

- I wasn't well back then.
- No.

That's not true.
That's when you were well.

When you weren't well,
you were in bed in tears.

It could last for weeks.

You're toxic, Mom.

Your constant state of imbalance
ruined my childhood.

- Don't say that, sweetheart.
- It's over.

I'm done.

Done feeling guilty
and worrying about you.

If the police call,
I don't know where you are.

I don't know anything.

I'll tell them that to me,
my mother is dead!

And it's a relief!

OK!

You're totally out of your mind!

So they say.

You tried to kill us!

- Wasn't that the idea?
- No.

I didn't want
to be burnt to a crisp in a car trunk.

Now you're nitpicking.

I'm... nitpicking?

- You kidnapped me, you know.
- Yes.

- You kidnapped me.
- Yes.

- And drugged me.
- That, too.

What was your plan?

To bring me to this magnificent place
so I'd reconnect with the beauty of life?

I don't know. Yes.

- Maybe.
- Maybe, huh?

- Shall we go?
- Where?

I'm taking you to kill yourself.

Give me the address.

Hurry, I have to go back to jail.

At least there,
I'm no bother to anyone.

Don't say that.

It's true.

I belong locked up.
In jail or an asylum.

Let's go.

Or you'll go to your death on foot.

- Can you slow down, please?
- What's wrong?

Aren't you happy in the death seat?

You know, you're right.

It's so pathetic
to cling to our little lives.

Our little joys and problems.

- Where's your daughter?
- Far away from me.

As far away as possible,
because I'm dangerous.

I'll get your clinic's brochure,

end of problem.

Not really...

You still need to have...

They only approved my request
because of my stroke risk.

See that?

The Zermatt Pint, 8 km ahead.
Let's see if they're still serving.

The whole world thinks you're dead.
This is no time for a fondue.

It's always time for a fondue.

You don't want to die anymore.

- I do.
- No, you don't.

I can tell you're stalling.

Not at all.
I just don't want to leave you like this.

Sure.

As if you suddenly cared about others.

That's not a very nice thing to say.

Choose your audience.
I'm starting to know you.

But I do care about others.

Stop. Generosity leaves a lasting mark.

People who love you, friends.

- Children...
- Help me make amends.

If there's someone up there,
at least it'll be on file.

Where's your daughter?

At the airport, I suppose.

Fine, let's go there.

Let's go.

Apologize, tell her you love her.
Do whatever it takes.

But don't let her leave like that.

Me neither. Don't let me leave like that.

Stop it.
You have no desire to die anymore.

Not so much right now, but I know myself.

It'll come back.

GENEVA AIRPORT

Maybe you should have stayed in the car.

You know, half of my fans can't see.

The other half has Alzheimer's.

If I keep my head down, it'll be fine.

Toussaint
Gone too soon

Keep your head way down.

Wait. Over here.

The whole country's in mourning.

You really are full of yourself.

You have to admit it's unusual.

I'm not saying I enjoy it, but still...

Come on. Let's go!

- You never stop.
- Hurry!

Once they go through security,
we're screwed.

There they are!

Over there!

It's their turn!

What are you waiting for?

You think? I'm not so sure.

No more excuses, go!

What am I going to say to her?

I don't know. Find something.

She thinks I'm nuts.

- Is this the right moment...?
- Mom?

I couldn't let you go like this.

I had to tell you that I love you.

Mom,

I know you love me.

That's not the problem.

This is the problem.

You, in this restroom with a dead singer.

I know.

- If I may...
- She's right.

I'm impossible.

Don't say that.
You're a ray of sunshine...

- I'm not.
- You are.

- You don't see it.
- I should go...

No, wait. I understand you.

It's not easy
having a mother like Victoire, but...

It's worse than that. It's awful.

I mess up all the time.

But...

I'd like you to see how lucky you are,
Constance.

- I didn't have a mother.
- No, you don't!

- What?
- Don't play the orphan card.

It's not fair!
What can she say after that?

You're cornering her!

How great is this?

Amazing! A mother who thinks of you
before herself.

You defend her, she shoots you down,
and you think it's great?

You're a good match, you two!

You want the truth, Mom?

Since you've been in prison,
I've never felt so free.

Because I know you can't show up
anywhere, anytime,

with some new crazy idea.

Case in point.

Sorry, but case in point.

You come to my wedding
with a suicidal singer?

- Who does that?
- No one.

It's true.

She's not your average mother.
Granted.

You don't have a relaxing mother.
Also true.

But look at yourself.

Just married.

Off on a honeymoon

with your handsome husband
and your colorful t-shirt.

The works.

Who do you think gave you
the desire for happiness?

Happiness is an acquired taste,
not a given.

It's a state of mind.

And if you're not taught
at a young age...

Sorry to bring that up again.

Let me tell you, the road is long.

For sure.

Sometimes,
it's too long to reach the end.

Is that OK?

- Can I say that to her?
- Yes, I...

I understand you, Constance.

And I'll make an effort to be more...

I mean, less...

I swear I'll change.

I'm going to change.

Now give her a quick hug,

before her husband gets here
and calls the police.

There.

We understand the "political" phenomenon

triggered by Antoine Toussaint's act.

But it goes much further.

His death is on every channel,
in every paper.

Honestly, I've received more messages
than for any other show.

People adored him.

You had to see the atmosphere
after his shows. It was incredible.

Yet he had a reputation
for being difficult.

Is that really necessary?

Antoine had a rotten childhood.

When you don't have
the safety net of childhood,

you learn to be afraid of falling.

I suppose you've heard the cover
of "One More Time"

that Juliette Armanet
posted on social media.

Oh, I love that girl.

It tore my heart in two.

I was extremely touched. Do you know why?

Because Antoine Toussaint is dead,

but his work is eternal.

I hope that wherever he is...

No, not on the day of my death!

They have no respect.

What's the probability of another stroke?

A 40 % risk.

- Are you joking?
- No.

You have a 60 % chance
of never having another stroke?

I guess you could look at it that way.

Then issue the denial, right away!

It's too late.
Look around, it's everywhere.

OK, but who says you have to reappear?

We'll go into hiding.
Who's going to look for us?

You're already dead. I'm a nobody.

People will recognize me.

If they ask if you're him, just say,
"I hope not, he's dead."

A 60 % chance, Antoine!

It's true that...

if we hide...

We couldn't care less!

I'll keep my daughter's car
and we'll drive off.

See you later, alligator!

We'll disappear into the wild.

And do one forbidden thing a day.

One forbidden thing a day.

- Wait, we have to pay.
- No, come...

The key is to walk away
as normally as possible.

You sure about that? Because...

- Ma'am!
- Sir!

By any chance, did you forget to pay?

Oh, gee! We just got back from Miami.

We're completely jet-lagged.

I don't know what time it is for us.

How much do we owe?

Sir, please remove your cap.

- Excuse me?
- Remove your cap. Glasses too.

Excuse me...

Aren't you Antoine Toussaint?

Thank you, I'm aware.

I don't understand.

I already told your colleague.

They announced my death too soon.

- I was on my way there.
- Where?

To die.

I just found out

the lady is on the WPF.

What? Not at all.

What's a WPF?

Wanted Persons File.

Oh, I see.

Detention Center

Funeral of Antoine Toussaint

Eleven months later

I couldn't do it.

I went there, but I couldn't do it.
I thought about you.

I also thought about the 60 % chance

of being happy.

You wouldn't believe how much I cried.

So.

Ready to get on a plane?

We're off to Argentina.

I bought us a ranch.

- A ranch?
- Yes.

Paradise may as well be here on Earth.

With you.

You're taking me to paradise?

If you say yes.

I do.

That's Claude, my manager.

Apparently, he's also my best friend.

Come on!

Get in!

If we want to avoid traffic,
we need to hurry.

- What about the funeral?
- Nice, huh?

Who was in the coffin?

I took care of that.

My cousin works at a funeral home.

When you donate your body to science,

the coffin is empty.

Isn't that great?

Brilliant!

Going to your own funeral is a must,
at least once in your life.

It's a such a special day.
Lifts your spirits.

I almost forgot.
Mariette is meeting us there.

Meeting us there?

- Who's Mariette?
- My secretary.

- Tell me you're joking.
- Come on, Antoine.

We can't leave you all alone
in the wilderness.

I can't find the email Mariette sent me
with our tickets.

It's always something, Claude!
Always something!