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Having heard of Jesus' presence...

she appeared with a flask of fragrant oil.

She knelt at Jesus' feet...

and weeping she shed her tears about his feet...

which she then dried with her hair, covered with cushion...

and anointed with the fragrant oil.

Seeing this...

said the Pharisee who invited Jesus to himself:

If this man is a prophet...

would he know who this woman is:

A sinner.

But Jesus answered:

When I entered your house, you have no water poured over my feet.

But she has my feet washed with her tears...

and with her hair dried.

And therefore her sins are countless forgive her...

for she showed much love.

This woman was Mary Magdalene.

The Body of Christ.

Amen.

Hello, Mom. - Bye, honey. Everthing okay?

Yes yes.

And what time will you be there?

Then we can have lunch together.

Shall I pick you up from the station?

Okay. But are you coming with Laurent's car?

That's none of your business, Mom.

Excuse me.

Fine.

Well, see you tomorrow then.

Love to both.

I'm waiting for you here.

It's going really well. - Yes, I hope so.

Go ahead. Give him a kiss for me.

penitentiary institution

Marie-Claude Perrin.

Thank you. - Have a nice day, ma'am.

Michelle?

Thanks for bringing it.

When do you want to go there again?

In ten days or so?

Good.

Come in, the door is open.

Everthing okay? Cup of coffee?

If there is time. - Sure.

They don't come just for one. And with all the traffic jams...

Does your daughter now have her driver's license? - Yes.

You're the only one without one.

I didn't sleep well last night. - Logically, it's a full moon.

Maybe that's it.

Thank you. - That's good for the mushrooms.

Where are the mushrooms?

Come, here they were a lot last year.

Take a look here.

You must see. - Yes, a bolete.

Yes, a bolete.

And a beautiful one too.

Marie-Claude, look.

Is this a good one or not? - No, that's a fake mohawk.

Beautiful.

I walk on a bit, I have to start cooking.

I like to hear the stories.

Absolute. Wet your chest.

Hello.

Grandma. - Hello, my darling. Darling.

Everthing okay? - Yes.

Bye, honey. - I don't kiss. I have a runny cold.

Have a nice trip? - No, getting out of Paris was a disaster.

Lucas, your bag. - I cooked a delicious meal for you.

We already ate a sandwich. - I'm hungry.

Very good, dear. We'll make it a great holiday.

Who is she talking to? - With daddy.

What now?

Arguing about the holidays because of me. - No.

Listen carefully. It's not you, it's them.

Come. We're going to cook together.

I have delicious fresh mushrooms.

I don't like that. - Of course. You just taste it.

With some butter and garlic...

it's delicious. - I don't like garlic.

Valérie, would you like your phone? put it away for a while?

Stop it, Mom. I'm stressed enough already.

Is it nice, darling?

Can I have the mushrooms?

It smells wonderful. Does it contain garlic? - Yes.

Not you? - No, you ruined my appetite.

Sorry, I just quit smoking. I'm quite irritable.

Have you gained some weight?

I don't think so.

Watch out, at your age you shouldn't let yourself go.

By the way, how is Marie-Claude doing?

Up and down, but pretty good.

That's her crazy son still in jail?

Stop it, Valérie. Everyone deserves a second chance.

Not that jerk.

It's never been easy for that boy.

Do I sometimes?

How can you stand up for him? after what he did?

What has he done? - Nothing. Clear your plate.

Anyone else want quiche or mushrooms? - No thanks.

I spoke to a notary friend.

If you give me now, this saves inheritance tax after your death.

Is grandma dying? - No, I'm perfectly healthy.

Put the house in my name.

You don't like this house, do you?

That's not what it's about it's about the value.

For the future, for Lucas.

But I have you my flat in Paris already donated.

So what?

Anyone want cheese? - No, thanks.

Then I'll get dessert. - No, I already ate too much.

I do, grandma.

I'll get it.

Thank you, dear.

The weather is nice for a walk. - Good idea, yes.

Move up. - But I still have tons of phone calls to make.

And I still have to work. Is the internet better yet?

Yes, the entire village now has fiber optic.

Hallelujah.

What are we going to do this week, grandma? - Whatever you want, honey.

Walking, reading, watching movies...

baking cakes.

I promised mom: no tablet. - Very good.

But I'll let you every now and then to be disobedient.

That's our little secret.

Do you want to game with me? - If you teach me.

Grandma? - Yes, dear.

Are you never bored here? - No.

I like to be close to nature, the river, the trees.

I enjoy the birdsong. I don't miss Paris at all.

But you are all alone. - No.

My friend Marie-Claude is from here.

You must see. Isn't this a beautiful view?

Where is her house?

There. Do you see that?

Above those trees. Do you see it? - Yes.

A small house. - Yes, but still...

And you?

Would you like to live here?

Yes, maybe. But mom would never want it.

Yes, your mother has the outdoors always found terrible.

There are too many to count.

We're going back. - Okay.

What's going on?

Sorry, what happened? - A woman has become unwell indoors.

You are? - Her mother. This is her son.

Go quickly.

Bernard, what is it? - Your daughter called us. She is now unconscious.

What does she have? - We'll find out in the ER.

It looks like poisoning.

The mushrooms. - Did she eat it?

At noon. Freshly picked with Marie-Claude.

Have you eaten them too? - No, I wasn't hungry.

And the boy? - I don't like mushrooms.

Can we come along? - Come to the hospital.

Marie Claude?

Do you already know more? - No, we're still waiting.

The doctor.

And?

Everything's fine. We got there on time. Her stomach has been pumped.

It'll be fine. - Happy.

Terrible, I had prepared the food. - Something like that can happen.

But you have to make a statement at the police station.

The police? - Better right now than having them come to your home.

From poisoning we report.

Of course, yes.

The doctor tells you to rest. - No, I'm going back to Paris.

Are you sure you can drive?

Spend a peaceful night here and don't leave until tomorrow.

Stop it, Mom We're going home.

We?

Lucas comes along.

But what about his sleepover? - I don't trust you anymore.

It was an accident. - I almost died.

We could have been dead too. - No, you didn't eat it.

And you know Lucas doesn't like it. You poisoned me.

You are toxic. - What?

Intentionally or not, you are dangerous. I'm not leaving my son here.

I want to stay with grandma. - We're going home.

And what about my holiday? - We'll see about that with your father.

Some sandwiches for the road.

That's of no use to us. - What do you mean?

Rather transfer 500 euros, then I'll make it to the end of the month.

Here, darling. - Thank you, Grandma.

And have a check-up done. That's sensible at your age.

police station

Tell.

Valérie did not file a report. - The idea.

Do you want coffee? - No, thanks.

Did they say something about the past?

No, nothing.

I feel guilty. I should have checked your mushrooms.

Terrible, Valérie thinks that I really wanted to kill her.

She always blames you for everything.

That I don't see Lucas anymore, I'm so sorry.

What are you doing here?

Where's your mom? - There.

Do you want to go to her? - Yes.

Michelle?

I won't wake you, will I? - No. I'm coming.

I'm so happy.

If he finds work and reintegrates quickly, he might get a penalty discount.

Very nice. - Yes.

But jobs are not here for bragging rights.

The most important thing is that he gets released and stay on the right path.

This is Valérie's voicemail...

Boy...

Happy to see me? - Overjoyed.

It's not heavy, mind you. Hello, gentlemen.

Goodbye.

I'm lucky with this nice weather.

Are you okay? - Yes. And you?

Michelle is waiting for us. - Shit, Michelle.

Always a real lady. - Hello, boy.

Good to see you. - Nice that you came along.

Logical, right? Come along.

Need help? - It's not heavy.

Get out of here quickly.

Before they change their minds. - Imagine.

Where do you want to eat?

I don't care. The food there was extremely disgusting.

How about La Beursaudière? - Delicious, but not cheap.

I treat. - That's sweet.

As long as they aren't mushrooms.

Shit, how nice.

Here's to freedom, darling.

Thank you, mother. Michelle...

On our health.

And no more stupid things.

Finito.

Anyone want dessert? - Certainly.

Can we have the dessert menu? - What plans do you have?

I can work in a warehouse in Auxerre go to work.

But Auxerre...

You can rent a house there. - Yes, that's possible...

But what would you like to do?

I'd prefer to stay near here and I'll open a café.

That would...

That requires money. - I know.

Have you made a choice? - Not yet.

Shit, profiteroles. Mom? Michelle?

Yes, good idea.

Michelle? - Only coffee.

One coffee, two profiteroles. - Coming soon.

You could work for me.

How so?

The garden is large. And I have the vegetable garden quite neglected lately.

Wood must be chopped, tidy.

Yes, why not? I'm in favour.

Fifteen euros per hour, black? - Absolutely great.

Thank you, Michelle.

Look...

I want you to chop enough wood for the whole winter.

Here...

all the tools are there that you need.

And here is the vegetable garden. There's a lot to do there.

I didn't have the energy.

So first you go...

remove all the weeds between the plants.

And after that...

you pick the pumpkins and put it in the shed there.

Then you dig it up.

I'm done. - Very nice.

Shall I pay you right away? - Please, I'll see my mates tonight.

How many hours is it?

I started around two o'clock so about three and a half hours.

Okay, I'll make it four hours.

Look, please.

Top. Same tomorrow?

Tomorrow. - Okay.

Very good.

Hello, ma'am.

Has the code changed? - Yes.

Can you let me in? - Where should you be?

With my daughter, on the sixth floor. I used to live there myself.

Can't you call her? - I want to surprise her.

Thank you.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

Since you didn't answer, I just came over here came. Can I come in?

What did you say to her? - That I only have a few years left.

That I wanted to make up with her and wanted to see my grandson.

Was he home? - No, he was at school.

And he can go on the next holiday come to stay?

No.

She was talking about a year to his father in Dubai.

What does Laurent think? - He stays out of it.

Their separation is painful enough.

Consult a lawyer. A grandmother has the right to see her grandchildren.

But with those mushrooms I lost that.

Incredible. I have her donated my flat in Paris...

I send her money, I have a notary consulted about the house.

No thank you, nothing.

She cares about my money and nothing else.

After all that hard work for our children we get stench for thanks.

You can't say that. - Sorry, but that makes me angry.

Yes?

Were you here? Hello, Vincent.

I'm going out with my buddies. - What sizes?

Will I see you tomorrow, Michelle? - Yes, see you tomorrow.

I hate to say it. But with our children...

we didn't make anything of it.

Cheers. - To your health, dear.

Here. - Hey, Michelle.

Do you want to throw this away? I don't need it anymore.

What is it? No, I can't do that.

Why not? - Because...

You'll probably see your grandson again. - No.

Too painful. I'd rather throw it away. - But Michelle...

You should hear it.

Do whatever you want with it. But I want it out of here. Clearly?

An antidepressant can. But it's more important that you stay busy.

Find an activity you enjoy.

I don't feel like doing anything.

The municipality is looking for volunteers. You can lend a helping hand.

Or at church, at catechism lessons.

Catechism lesson? Is that humor?

Sorry.

Anyway...

Ever since I stopped seeing my grandson, I have trouble with children.

I'm scared that I am becoming demented.

Why do you think that?

Are you forgetful?

Don't know.

It's been since...

that mushroom story with my daughter.

That could have happened to anyone. You know that.

Yes, but it's never happened to me happen.

Next time you'll pay more attention.

No, I'll never pick mushrooms again.

You shouldn't feel guilty or punish yourself, Mrs. Giraud.

It wasn't intentional.

Right?

I don't know anymore.

Marie Claude? -Michelle?

Did something happen? - No.

Vincent isn't here yet. - He was gone early. I didn't hear it.

He forgot his phone again.

We would clean out the garage.

Today? - Yes.

Maybe he went to Auxerre first?

That could be possible, yes.

Sorry, I must have forgotten.

It doesn't matter. - Thank you. Love.

Love back.

Hello. You are looking?

Don't you recognize me? - No.

Marie-Claude's son.

Wouldn't you... - No, I'm free again.

Long time ago. - Yeah, idiot, huh?

Can I come in?

Yeah, ugly, huh? I need the furniture from my mother, get rid of it quickly.

Sugar? - No.

Okay...

What are you doing in Paris?

Looking for you.

Me? - Yes.

To... talk about Michelle.

What is this? Did she send you?

No, not that, but... Only...

Your mother is sad. You're hurting her.

Am I hurting her? Are you kidding me?

You're keeping her grandson away from her. You can't do that.

Without her you wouldn't have been there. - What are you talking about?

What are you interfering with? What do you mean you're lecturing me?

Doesn't matter.

Your mother is a good person. You shouldn't treat her like that.

I can't follow you. What exactly is your relationship with my mother?

Tell me.

We know about her shitty past.

And from your mother. They worked together.

Didn't you have a problem with their hassle?

I do.

Don't you see how they damaged us?

You just got out of jail.

And I'm so unhappy that I can jump out of the window.

I disgust her.

To make you puke.

You can't talk about your mother like that. - Oh no?

How should I then? talk about my sweet mother?

As about a saint?

I need a butt.

Hello. Yes?

Hello, Laurent.

What?

Nope...

How did that happen?

And Lucas?

Yes.

Yes, yes...

Well, yes...

Tomorrow.

Call... Are you calling me?

Good.

I'm waiting.

You are home.

Should have been warned. Michelle was worried.

Where have you been?

Vincent, what's wrong?

Nothing.

What have you done?

Nothing.

Where were you? - To Paris.

Paris? What were you doing there?

I went to see Michelle's daughter. - To Valérie? Why?

To talk to her, that she is her mother shouldn't make life so miserable.

What are you interfering with?

Michelle was sad. I wanted to help.

I tried to talk to her. And then...

Then what?

And then...

she fell.

Fallen? - From the balcony, you stupid bitch.

You don't mean that.

It was an accident.

We stood on the balcony and we got words and...

Did you push her? - No, it was an accident.

My best friend's daughter.

No mom, don't cry, damn it.

Does Michelle know? - I think so, she keeps calling. Don't cry.

It's not true.

It's not true.

Are you going to tell her?

Are you answering?

Listen, mom. I don't want to back to prison. No way.

Mom...

Hello, Michelle?

Inspector... - Let her in.

Sorry, sir.

Valérie was going through a divorce.

She was having problems at work. Money worries.

And...

Yes?

I wasn't the mother that she had wanted.

That happens more often.

Yes, but...

I used to be a prostitute.

My daughter never has that can accept.

I get it.

Could it have been suicide?

I don't know.

It could be.

She was very unstable.

Has she sent you any messages recently? - No.

There were people who were angry with her?

Not that I know of.

Good.

An autopsy may be necessary.

Before we decide to do that...

I want to go to her apartment with you to see if you see anything unusual.

How much longer? - Three months.

Boy or girl?

I don't need to know that.

And the father? - There is no father.

Sorry. - That's okay.

Hello, ma'am.

And?

No traces of forced entry or of a struggle.

A full cup of coffee. - With only the victim's fingerprints.

Is it there?

She had cigarettes up here. You need the steps for that.

I think she went for cigarettes and slipped.

Where was her body? - Right below.

Are you okay?

To me it is clear. She fell from here.

I'm asking permission for the funeral. - No autopsy?

Not necessary. - Okay.

I only have...

one last question.

Are you still in touch? with the prostitution world?

No, that's over. I am retired.

Since when? - Since...

before the birth of my grandson.

Checked her background? - She had fancy clients.

Has had problems several times with pimps.

She worked quite a long time.

Hello.

Laurent...

Come.

Did you come here this morning?

Yes.

You know, Michelle...

Valérie and I loved each other.

But in a wrong way.

I feel guilty.

You can't do anything about it.

We should have stayed together. - That wouldn't have made any difference.

We had an argument that morning.

About what?

About Lucas, as always.

Sorry, you'll have to go outside.

The flat must now remain sealed.

Look.

A huge desert. swimming pools...

skyscrapers. And look here...

That's where my office is. Nice, huh?

Yes.

You'll like it there.

Always nice warm weather.

There is even a French school You can make friends there.

No.

No what?

I don't want to go there.

You can't stay here alone, honey.

Come on, get up.

Otherwise you will be late for school. Come on.

Come on, kid. You can do it.

Sweetheart.

Breakfast is ready.

What are you thinking about?

To nothing.

Do they still call you Parisian at school?

Sometimes.

Don't let yourself be crushed.

Okay...

I'll pick you up. - I'll take the bus. Just like the others.

Okay then.

See you later. Do your best.

Hello, ma'am.

Lucas is doing well, you know.

It was difficult at first. But now things are going well, I think.

Mom, you killed me.

How can you say something like that?

Nobody killed you.

According to the police it was an accident.

An accident?

Yes.

Or suicide, if you prefer.

You prefer that.

You were so unhappy. Because of your divorce and all your problems.

You now have what you wanted.

No.

Yes.

My son.

How is Lucas? - He's starting to find his feet.

Doesn't he find it hard?

He has me.

You're holding up well.

When I think of Valérie, I hear her reproaches, her angry moods.

Somehow I'm relieved that they're there is no more. And I don't even feel guilty.

Can I have a cigarette?

And your son? - I'm afraid he's doing stupid things again.

Well, he's serious now. He's working on his project.

And what is he like? did you get that money for his café?

Do you know more?

Didn't he say anything? - No. What then?

I gave him that money.

He'll pay it back later. I wanted to get him started.

Why did you do that?

I like your son. He helped me too.

What is?

Hopefully it turns because of you not back in jail.

Marie Claude.

How is she? - They're keeping her overnight for observation.

Did she break something? - Not that, but...

They're doing some research. It doesn't seem to be good.

Why didn't you say anything about the money? - Why should I?

That made her upset. - Oh yes?

Lucas is waiting for me. - How is he?

Good. What do you mean? - Well, his mother's dead.

Will you keep me informed?

Lucas.

Open up. What are you doing there?

Nothing.

Come eat.

You're not very talkative tonight.

You know...

I have the bruise on your forehead seen it, you know.

What happened? Did you fight?

Did they hit you? - I'm not hungry anymore.

I'm going to my room.

What are you looking at?

Photos from the past.

At school they say that you are a whore.

Who says that?

The big boys.

Well...

that used to be me.

I did that for a few years in Paris.

You didn't have to do that. - Sometimes you have to.

Because someone forces you.

I think you're disgusting.

I understand that.

But... it was a way to keep their heads above water.

Your mother liked it lacking in nothing.

I know it's not an ordinary job...

it was my job.

Is that why Mom was mad at you?

Yes.

She was ashamed of me.

That's hard for children.

But that is now a thing of the past.

It's about us now.

Especially about you.

And I will help you.

I'll make sure you're okay, that you are happy.

You look like mom.

Michelle, how great that you came.

Self-explanatory.

Mom is inside. - Was she allowed to leave the hospital?

I'll go to her soon. - Everthing okay? Cool cap. Sit down.

Hello.

Marie Claude.

No, you look cool.

I put on makeup.

Good thing, huh?

He has renovated it nicely.

It's only going to cause misery.

Why so gloomy? Have faith in your son.

I'll make it.

I have to go back tomorrow.

More research?

Are you worried? - No, fatalistic.

Is everything going well here?

Dancing?

let's celebrate love while you still can

and don't wait until death knocks

let's celebrate love while you still can

when I feel like dancing I dance now

it's true

we cannot change the world

I know that

but just believe that does you good

let's celebrate love while you still can

Your grandmother is a good dancer.

How long have you known Grandma? - Oh, for a long time. From Paris.

Did you do the same as them?

Can that hat be taken off? - Don't.

Sorry.

Look at that old whore. That blonde slut.

What did you say there?

Vincent, don't do that. Let's chat.

Get excited.

He never changes either. - Bring on the music.

Good morning, Vincent. - Hey, Michelle.

Everthing okay?

A glass of white.

Did you close late? - Certainly.

But it won't be a party every night.

Great that Marie-Claude could be there. - Certainly.

But things aren't going well for her.

Cheers.

She shouldn't be so sad.

Something's bothering her. But she doesn't tell me anything.

Vincent... I would like to...

What?

that you will do something for me again.

Ha, man. - What are you doing here?

I'll come pick you up. According to Michelle you are bullied. Is that true?

Because of those guys over there? - No.

By whom?

Because of those big boys there. - That one there? Okay.

Wait for me at the bus stop. I'll be right there.

What did you say? - That I was in prison.

Really and truly?

Not that I'm proud of that, mind you. But they were impressed.

What did you show them?

Don't sit.

Do you recognize it?

Not so. Sufferdje.

Why does Vincent been in jail?

Sorry? - Why was he in prison?

He's done stupid things in the past.

Did he kill someone?

No. Why do you say that?

Because prisoners are murderers. - Not always. Fortunately not.

Come with your plate.

Why doesn't he have a wife?

I have no idea. Because he's with his mother lives, that might be difficult.

Just ask him.

Are you doing well at school? - Sure.

Do you have good grades? - Yes, it's easier than in Paris.

But keep doing your best.

Don't worry, Laurent.

Lucas works hard and is very serious.

Okay. So you like the countryside? - Yes.

Will you come live with me next year? - We'll see.

I would love that.

Don't worry. He'll come.

Thank you, Michelle.

Vincent?

Are you okay?

Grandma's cake.

Don't laugh. I made your favorite cake.

That's sweet. But I'm less and less hungry.

Do your best. You shouldn't get down in the dumps.

It's too late, Michelle. - No, there is always hope.

The cancer is everywhere.

Did they say that? - I wanted them to tell the truth.

But there is certainly a treatment.

Too burdensome and pointless.

I have to tell you something before I go.

Was I a bad mother?

Is Vincent by me gone astray?

No.

We did our best.

And your son is doing well now.

He is serious about his café.

Promise you'll keep an eye on him.

I promise.

You know...

On the day of Valérie's death...

Vincent was not in Auxerre.

He was in Paris at the time.

Vincent's good intentions always turn out wrong.

The most important thing is that he means well.

'That I have quenched my thirst... - Oh yes.

'That I have quenched my thirst, more than twenty paces downstream from you...

so that I may not trouble your waters.'

“You do,” Grimbeard exclaimed. And last year you spoke ill of me.'

"I was not yet born then, said the lamb." - 'Then it was your brother.'

"I have no brother."

Yes, Vincent?

Nope...

When?

Oh my god...

Did she suffer?

Yes, yes...

Okay.

Lots of love.

I'll come by later.

Are you sad?

She was my best friend. My sister.

Who are they? - Girlfriends.

Where is Vincent? - He was smoking outside.

Go get him quickly.

Vincent?

They are waiting for you. - I can't.

You know, when my mother died...

I went to her funeral.

You're bleeding. - I bumped myself.

Please.

Wait a minute.

Shit, man.

The life of Marie-Claude...

has had light and shadow sides.

But we don't judge her.

Because God does not judge...

while He knows everything about us.

Before Him we are like an open book.

He has only one goal: redeem us.

Let us remember in our prayers of all our memories...

to our beloved Marie-Claude.

See, I'll come see you.

I found your favorite plant. Which was also on your balcony.

I heard you were here.

Can I speak to you for a moment? - Yes.

Shall we go to the cafe? - No, that's not a good idea.

I'd rather go to your house.

Fine.

So the baby's here? - Yes.

A girl. - Great.

What's her name? -Eve.

The first years with my daughter were delicious.

We were very close.

Only later did the bond deteriorate.

Did she have a father?

Of course.

But he didn't care about her.

He only gave us money, too late.

Money is not love and is never enough.

Sit down.

I have doubts about Valérie's cause of death.

How so?

I'm not sure it does was an accident or suicide.

I fear it may have been murder.

Because of the mushrooms? - No.

I don't immediately suspect you either.

Who then? - Your friend Marie-Claude's son.

Vincent?

Why him? - We've received anonymous letters.

And you know his past.

He has been in prison.

Do you remember where he was? on the day of Valérie's death?

I know, yes.

Vincent was here.

He was working in the garden when my son-in-law Laurent called me...

with the news from Valérie.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Would you like coffee?

No, thank you.

Incidentally...

Indicates his phone that he was in Paris?

No, we polled it here.

He could have left it here on purpose. - No.

Young people never go without a phone on the road.

He's not that young.

You gave him money for his café, didn't you? after the death of your daughter?

Yes.

A loan to help him get started. - Has he paid back yet?

Not yet.

But I trust him.

Beautiful gift.

Vincent hasn't had an easy time.

He's a bit...

like a son to me.

His mother and I were very close.

She asked me to help him.

Grandma?

Are you okay, honey? - Yes.

Did things go well at school?

This is my grandson, Lucas.

He lives here. His father lives abroad.

This is Vincent, Marie-Claude's son.

Hello. I already recognized you.

And you are? - She's from the Paris police.

In connection with Valérie.

Do you find it annoying? if I ask Lucas a few questions?

No.

Are you coming?

Want to go outside? - Good.

To the swing?

Beautiful garden.

Do you like it here? - Yes, very nice.

Do you get along well with grandma? - Yes.

And do you see Vincent often?

Yes, he picks me up from school and we play football together.

Is he nice to you? - Oh yes.

In the hall of the building where you lived, there was a security camera.

When I took your mother's case looked again...

I found images of people that came in before her accident.

You see residents going inside.

And in one photo we see you. See? That's you.

Here you hold the door open for a man.

You don't see his face because of his hoodie.

Do you remember?

Did you know that man?

Could it be Vincent?

No, it wasn't him.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Vincent, are we going to play football? - Come on.

May we? - Yes.

Did it go well? - Yes.

Did he cooperate well? - Yes.

Since his mother's death, he's been... - I know.

I baked him a cake. Would you like a piece?

Please.

Everthing okay? - And you? That was a long time ago.

Come here.

Shall I take your bag? - You don't have to.

The car is there.

Did you have a good trip? - Yes.

How are you? In Paris, the studies and all that...

Good.

Through a friend of Dad's I found an attic room.

Nice.

What exactly are you studying?

Art history. - What can you do with that?

I don't know that yet. - Of course not.

Not yet.

Do you have a girlfriend?

No. - Not?

And you're still not married? - Not that I know of.

Grandma. - Dear Lucas.

How nice to see you. Come here.

Hurry inside. It's cold.

Will you join us for dinner? - Please.

Close the gate behind you.

Shit, what a delicious quiche.

Can I have some more?

Sorry, canned mushrooms. - Tasty.

Do you like mushrooms these days? - Always has.

Is your café doing well? - Certainly.

Especially by all Parisians who have settled here.

Do you want to go to the cemetery?

It's not necessary, you know.

I was there just yesterday. Your mother's grave is nice and clean.

I brought flowers.

Don't know.

I don't like going there either. So...

I'd rather take a walk in the woods.

Just like before? - Yes.

I baked a cake. A slice? - So what.

I'm going to grab it. - No, let me.

Thank you, dear.

It's on the table. Also grab plates.

That little one has grown up. - Certainly.

He's a beautiful boy. - Yes.

He looks like his mother.

Would you mind handing me my bag? He's lying on the chair.

The keys to the house.

It's yours now.

Thank you.

After I die you can sell it. That's what your mother wanted too.

No.

I want to keep it.

Let me help you.

Calm down, guys. I can still stand on my own two feet.

That way.

Like this...

And the pinball machine? - I sold that one.

Really and truly. I needed money.

Shame. - You spent a lot of hours doing this.

Mom...

Where's grandma?

She was just behind us.

Michelle.

Grandma? -Michelle?

I walk to the car. Are you looking here?

Michelle. - Grandma.

Vincent...

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