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Excuse me.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Good evening.

I'm Véra. I'm here on
Hortense's behalf.

Oh, right. For the keys?

TO JOY

Oh, shit. You sure he's dead?

Oh, yeah, he's totally dead.

I'm sorry, Hortense.

It was to be expected though.

My neighbor hasn't been able
to go for at least four days.

Why couldn't she?

Because she's run off
to the countryside.

Everyone's gotten out.

Shall I check the plants?
In case there are survivors?

I really made you come for no reason.

How about you, you OK?
No additional symptoms?

No, I'm telling you,
it's like the flu.

I haven't taken anything
apart from paracetamol.

It's just the aches
keeping me from sleeping.

The part that's no fun

is that I have to eat alone,
I don't leave my room.

We're all washing our
hands 15 times a day.

But my brother's place
is pretty big, it's OK.

For once you're in Paris,

it's such a pain to be stuck here.

Hang on, I've got to go,
what's-his-face is talking.

- What's-his-face?
- Édouard Philippe.

...we are a happy people,
happy to live together,

perhaps even a bit more so

when fear starts getting
a hold of people.

Following the President's
announcements

Thursday evening, Friday,

and then again this morning,

I went out, and everyone may
have had this experience.

We're seeing too many people

in cafés, in restaurants.

This would normally delight me,

because that is the
France that we all love.

But for a few weeks,

that is not what we must do.

In keeping with the
President of the Republic,

I have therefore decided that,
until further notice,

starting at midnight tonight,
we will be closing down

all locations that are open to the
public and that are not essential

to the life of the country.

This will include restaurants,

cafés, cinemas, clubs.

Places of worship shall remain open...

How's it going?

Your father is coughing.
He thinks he has a fever.

Oh, shit.

It must just be in his head.

Hang on.

Did you take his temperature?
Do you have a thermometer?

No.

Well, buy a thermometer, then.
Is he really not doing well?

No, he's coughing, he's shivering.

I'm sort of hesitant to let you in,
it might not be advisable...

But if you want, the two of
us can go out to dinner.

No, you stay with him.
Where is he, is he hiding?

Dad.

Don't stay here, it's dangerous.

Nonsense.

I can't even give you a hug.

It's too bad, I'd made ginger chicken.

I'm not just going to leave
this second. That's absurd.

I don't know.

Are there still trains at this hour?

Hortense, it's me again.

I'm in a bit of a pickle,
because my dad is sick.

So my mom would rather
I not stay with them.

I'm headed back to your place again,
because at this hour,

it's the only place I can crash.

Call me back if that's
an issue for you.

Sending hugs, take care of yourself.

COULDN'T CATCH THE PLANE TODAY.

STUCK IN SPAIN AT
LEAST UNTIL TOMORROW.

Yes? Hello.

Sorry. Did Hortense not tell you?

I'm here to get my camera.

I'm Sam.

No, she didn't mention it.

Well, maybe, hang on.

Oh, yes, she did tell me.

Do you clean your phone regularly?
They're germ magnets.

Touch it when you leave the shower,
you might as well shower again.

Where is this camera?

Either in the bedside table,

or on the other end of the room,
underneath something.

OK.

But take your time and dry off,
I can wait, no problem.

Or I can even come back in 10 minutes.

No, I won't be here,
I'm catching the train.

Alright, I won't come in,
I'll stay out here.

I'm not especially freaked

but I might have it
and not know, so...

Sorry.

No... Oh, here we go.

I found it.

Awesome. That's it.

- Here.
- Thanks a lot.

Alright. Take care of yourself,
do the right thing.

We've got to brace ourselves, chin up.

- See you.
- Thanks.

- Hello?
- Hi, Véra.

Hello, Sir.

Listen, could we move our
Skype interview up a bit?

To mid-afternoon? Like around three?

Because, as you probably know,
things are in a bit of an uproar.

But I'll be on the train.
I'm not staying in Paris, in the end.

My schedule changes
every five minutes.

Shall we say today at 3 p.m.?

Are you that unhappy
at Bouchard and Berry?

Don't put words in my mouth.

What motivates me

is the opportunity to be part
of a law firm like yours.

Here, you know, we work a ton.

We don't have time to chase
after those who play it solo.

The key, for me, is that
you stay true to yourself.

Do you have light or dark eyes?

Excuse me?

Blue. Why?

I just can't see too well. No, sorry.

No, God, it was just
an innocuous question.

You can't say anything these days.

Men don't know how to be anymore.

They feel guilty at every turn.

Many women empathize, actually.

I mean, many more than one thinks.

What about you, what do you think?

I'm more wary of downward
spirals than discourse.

And all discourse has
its downward spirals.

Yes.

You're clever, you are.
You have authority. That's good.

I don't know. Is it good?

You have a very nice voice.

Thank you.

No, I'm not kidding,
this time. That matters.

...keeps gaining ground. 1,200 cases.

Twenty-one deaths in
the past 24 hours.

We are now going to have to shut
ourselves away in our houses,

our apartments. But many Parisians

have been packing their bags.

They want to wait out the outbreak
in their country houses...

We're reporting.

I have mixed views.

I understand the impulse, the fear.

I understand the need

to stock up on groceries.

How's he doing?

Well, he slept very badly,
but he's not coughing now.

That's a bit reassuring.

I got a thermometer, though.

I mean his temperature is 99.3.

But 99.3 isn't a fever.

You're both as bad as each other.

So, do you want to come
over for dinner, then?

No, sorry.

I'm rushing to the station
so I can be in Montpellier

tonight, otherwise, I'll be stuck.

Careful on the train.
Are you going to wear a mask?

Masks are pointless. Don't worry.

So, you won't have gone to vote, then?

Let's not talk about that farce.

But are you OK?

Yes, why?

I don't know, you seem in a hurry.

Yes, I'm in a hurry, I just told you.

No but you have your
enigmatic voice on.

Like there's something in
the back of your mind.

Did Mehdi call you?

Mehdi? No, why?

Why would he have called me?

What's going on?

Well, nothing.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Can I just say something, though?

I think you mustn't
be too hard on him.

I think he's right to be
considering adoption.

Sure, there's climate change, fine,

and you have a lot of work,
but at 29, I think

it's sad to give up on...

You're not going to start, are you?

You have it all wrong.
And it's none of your business.

I've got to run.

MY PLANE TAKES OFF AT 9 P.M!

DID YOU FIND A TRAIN?

SENDING LOVE.

I'M AT THE TRAIN STATION.

IT'S HELL, LIKE AN EXODUS.

WASN'T ABLE TO GET THE TRAIN.

I'LL TRY AGAIN TOMORROW.

BIG HUGS.

If we hadn't taken
such drastic measures,

we could've wound up

with 100,000 people who needed
to be put in intensive care,

bearing in mind that in France,
there are 5,000 beds where we can

treat patients with such symptoms.

So even if we doubled our capacity,

we would've been able
to treat just 10%

of the people who
needed intensive care.

To put it another way,
it could've led to 90,000 deaths

in the coming weeks.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Miss.

Get in line, please.

Fuck's sake.

You alright, you surviving?

Sorry, don't be scared,
it's me talking.

I'm not scared.

Here, you want some?

You found some?

No, it's my last bottle.

Yeah.

Here.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

I was just thinking...

Isn't it weird picking out
clothes in the morning,

when you only go out for five minutes?

I don't mean vanity,

just like, the gaze of others,
which was already this not so

important thing,
but now is so much less so.

As if the goal was to
be happy with yourself.

I could stop cutting my
fingernails for a month now,

without even noticing.

We've got some sloppiness coming
for us if we're not careful.

Depends on whether you live
alone or not. Although.

Didn't you have a train to catch?

Yeah... but no.

You living at Hortense's?

I'm staying there,
but live in Montpellier.

- You live in the neighborhood?
- Yeah, just over there.

That way. Right over there.

You had any news from Hortense?

She's struggling,
she's still got a few days left.

What's going on, here?

Is this going to end in
ration tickets, or what?

If that's the case,
I know what side I'm on.

I'm totally for the Maréchal Pétain.

Dragging a man like that
through the mud. Think of 1916.

You're that sort, are you?

What?

The type to still make Nazi jokes?

Oh, yes, please, come on,
at least let us keep Nazi jokes.

Or what would we have left?

EVERYTHING ALRIGHT, YOU ON THE TRAIN?

- Alright, well...
- Yep.

- Did you clean your phone?
- Just like you told me to.

What more could a man ask for.

And clean your groceries too.

The packaging.

The virus lives a few hours on
metal but up to 24 on cardboard.

And on plastic,

some say three days,
others say eight days.

- They don't know.
- OK.

Otherwise, I'm totally fine.
I really don't think about it.

Thanks.

Hello, Véra, Mr. Olivet on the phone.

I was calling to tell you

unfortunately, we're not
going to be working together.

No kidding.

But I wanted to tell you I
really enjoyed our interview

and that it's not often you meet
a young woman who's so witty

and... vivacious.

Good luck to you, and see you again.

Pieces and information will
start to be communicated to us,

and then we'll adjust
the legal strategy.

But for the time being,

we don't have any documents
about your firing.

You have training rights.

It's the lawyer.

Sorry, it's my husband,
he's restless by nature,

and the situation
isn't helping things.

I'm saying you're restless.

Am I allowed?
Do I have your permission?

I'm sorry, excuse me.

He's pulling faces at me

and then he calls me a little
kid. He's unbelievable.

And have you been separated for long?

Depends on what you call long.

Thirteen years.

So, yes, a long time.

You have two children?
Do you get along well?

Things aren't always easy with my son.

But we don't see each other much.
He lives in Belfort.

But my daughter and I
get along swimmingly.

She's great.

A dream. My daughter's...

Her husband, though,
I can't stand him.

He's unbearable.

His presence, his voice...

Try as I may, I can't find
anything good about him.

Oh yeah?

Darn.

I see your dismissal letter
is dated February 4th?

Sorry, earlier,

I wanted to ask for your number,
but I didn't dare to.

I figured it would be good
to pursue the conversation.

Especially since, these days,
what the hell else is there to do.

We could keep talking.

It could be fun, getting to
know each other over the phone.

No, really. Whether you're
here or in Montpellier,

it doesn't matter,
it's over the phone.

So, can you give it to me?

- You think I'm weird?
- No.

But you could've asked Hortense.

Were you uncomfortable?

Hortense is spending her days in bed,

I didn't want to bother
her with crap like that.

So, you want us to call each other?

Why not?

We're seeing each
other now, aren't we?

Yes.

So...

But the thing is I can't come in.

I mean, granted,
that could be an idea too.

Not bad.

Where do I sit?

Well, to maintain social distancing,

I'm going to propose I
just give you half of me.

Then you're twice less
likely to get infected.

Hang on.

There. I'll just expose
my left nostril.

Or we could also just head out
for a walk for five minutes?

I don't know.

If we keep one meter away and
don't spit on each other?

Whew.

What's he doing in Spain?

He works for an architecture firm.

He was working on expanding
a theater near Madrid.

Oh, very chic.

And has it been long since
you've seen each other?

Long.

Well, no, not long:
two weeks. But he works

over there a lot, so we've not
seen much of each other this year.

Or, not enough, let's say.

Do you live together?

Yeah?

- How about you, you live alone?
- Oh, yeah.

What do you do all day?

Do you work from home?

What did you do? What do you do?

Well, I work there, so...

- Oh, shit.
- Yeah, that's right.

Places like that are open 24/7,

so if you close even just for
one week, your year is shot.

You an employee?

Yes, but not for life, mind you.

One day, I'll open my
own spot. In fact... No.

What?

I haven't signed it yet...

I'm a bit superstitious,
I'd rather not talk about it.

- Want me to tell you about it?
- Yeah.

I'm taking over a space
with a buddy in the 20th.

Money's tight.

Especially for me.
But I know tons of distributors,

so if we figure it out,
we could tear shit up.

Awesome.

They putting you on
partial unemployment?

I don't know.

Well, not yet.

What do you mean, you don't know?

It shouldn't take too long, I think.

The truth is there were conflicts,
not about unemployment,

but there were

repeatedly falling-out
with this big dumbass

who happens to be my boss's
associate. He's such a dumbass.

I was put on sick leave
by my doctor a week ago.

Were you feeling fragile?

Yeah, I mean, nothing
too serious, you know.

A bit stressed, a bit tired.

In a kitchen, especially,
you don't see it coming.

You're probably a bit
hotheaded too, no?

A bit.

I was supposed to start up again
in early April, but now...

Have you washed your hands 4 billion
times since lockdown started?

What's going on there?
It looks like Gollum's hand.

Stop it.

You can't be too sure what it is.

Show me, let me see.

No, you shouldn't do that.

Because you have a boyfriend?

No, because it's dumb as hell.

Not cautious at all.

You more worried about
hygiene or morality?

I'm being a bit of a drag.

Yes, a bit.

Here, look. I've got sanitizer on me.

I can take your hand for a sec,
and then give you some.

That works out, doesn't it?
It's totally spontaneous.

You start to miss not
touching each other.

I'm not talking about
ambiguity, just about...

Doing this, you know.

It's...

It's what?

Nothing.

What?

Alright, that's enough of that.

Alright. Here. A promise is a promise.

- Sorry.
- Thanks.

I didn't get any on you, did I?

Hello, you have reached Hortense
Belil's message machine.

Leave me a message and
I'll call you back.

We are at war.

All of the actions of the
government and of Parliament

must now be focused on
fighting the epidemic,

day in and day out.

Nothing must distract us from that.

That is why I have decided
that all reforms in progress

will be suspended,

starting with the retirement reform.

As soon as Wednesday, at the
minister's council, we'll present

a bill allowing the government

to deal with the emergency

and, as necessary,
to legislate through rulings

in the areas that have to do
specifically with crisis management.

The bill will be
submitted to Parliament

as early...

I'm getting sick of it now.

I'm at my wit's end, you hear?

I understand, but you
mustn't be discouraged.

That's exactly what they want.

In terms of nerves, I can't do it.

I understand.

But the time factor

is what favors impunity
most in France.

- Now we have...
- You have to read the certificates!

Let me do my job,
calm down, Mr. Doriaz.

You yelling at me too?

I'm not, you're not letting me speak.

Yes, you are..

I'm always getting yelled at.

At home, in the building,
I get yelled at at work,

I get yelled at at the corner store.

Supposedly I talk too close to people.

I'm not sick. If I was,
I wouldn't do that.

What is this life of scaredy-cats,

all isolated from each other?

I'll tell you right now,

we can't go to court if
you're in this state.

Court is in a long time.

I've got time to calm
down 50 times over.

And time to get worked
up and calm down again.

Right, well once and for all,
for now, calm down.

Excuse me.

Hello? I can't talk, Mehdi.

I'm working.

I can never reach you.

And you won't call back.
What's going on?

Is it the train that's bothering you?

Would you rather take a car?

No, not at all.

When can I call you back?

I haven't told you everything.
I'm not at my parents'.

I'm at Hortense's.

I wanted to be alone and
didn't know where to go.

You've sure chosen the right time.

You realize what you're doing to me?

I have to hang up, Mehdi.

As if we hadn't tried out
not being together enough?

It's not something I'm enduring,
but that I'm deciding.

Hortense is sick and was almost
certainly infected in Paris.

Staying at hers is dumb as hell.

No, I cleaned everything.

And she's been gone for ten days.

I'm hanging up, I'll call you back..

Excuse me, Mr. Doriaz.

Shit.

Excuse me.

Alright, let's try again calmly.

I really need to get more
familiar with what happened.

What your employers
blame is your behavior.

It's important we have
the right arguments...

- Ma'am, are you OK?
- Yes.

Um, I'll call you back.

Oh, fuck.

Is anyone there?

Is there anyone there?

Come on, damnit.

Sam!

Sam!

Sam!

Motherfucker.

Hello, you have reached
Hortense Belil's voicemail.

Leave me a message and
I'll call you back.

Hortense, it's Véra, this would
be a bit long to explain,

but could you give me your friend
Sam's number, the guy who came by...

Damnit!

Sam! Sam!

Oh, shit.

- You afraid of blood?
- Not really, I rather like it.

I'm telling you, now is not the time.

Can you tell me if it's very deep?

What did you do?

Banged my head, but I can't see what
it's like, because it's on top.

Can you look, please?

- I have to come nearer.
- Not too near.

I can't see a thing from here.

- You really banged your head hard.
- Yes.

- Do you feel dizzy?
- No.

- Do you want to throw up? To sleep?
- No, but I'm pissing blood, I think.

I can't go to the ER right now.

Oh, sure, it's pretty chill
there right now, go on.

I think we should shave it,
to see better.

- Can you stop?
- Sorry. Let's be efficient, here.

- This all the disinfectant you have?
- Yes.

- Bandages, compresses?
- No, just Band-Aids.

OK. That's fine.

Put the tea towel back on
your head. Don't move.

Leave the door open.

- You need anything else?
- No.

OK. Leave the door open.
Be right back.

I'll be right back, don't worry.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Sorry. My mom fell
there's blood everywhere.

Excuse me, thank you.

- I'm not hurting you, am I?
- No.

Sorry. Don't worry. I'll get it.

- You want me to help you?
- No, don't worry.

- What?
- Nothing.

- Am I annoying you?
- No.

- Did you shave?
- Yes.

I saw the virus could stay

in your hair for a few hours.

Tomorrow, I'm going for the
head and eyebrows. Sound good?

Are you serious with this?

I'm not a doctor.
You need what you need.

I just did a crash
course at the pharmacy.

Honestly, you're lucky.

You could've needed stitches.

I stopped by the tailor just in case

for a needle and thread,
but I don't think I'll use it.

The soldering iron either,
which is too bad, because right now,

scientific innovations
are very trendy.

- Do you never stop?
- Never.

Perfect, it stays right in place.

I feel like I've just finished
a work of art. Not bad.

- Would you like to see yourself?
- No, thank you.

You sure it's not bleeding now?

Oh, I'm sure.

Alright, well, thanks a lot, Sam.

God, I'm fucking filthy.

You want me to make you an herbal tea?

An herbal tea...

Why not a backwards somersault,
while you're at it?

No, you sit down and you rest.

You're wrong: thyme is great
for your bronchial tubes.

You're aware we're not sick?

- What do you know?
- You think we fucked up, just then?

No, I don't know.

I'll make you the tea.

May I?

It's Hortense's.

No expense spared.

By the way, did you sleep with her?

Where did that come from?

You don't have to answer.

Oh, I'm going to answer.

I mean... Yes, well... Real quick.

"Real quick"?

It was a very long time ago.

It was weird to have slept together,

because she was a
friend of my parents'.

It was my first time.

I had some catching up to do,
given my age at the time, anyway.

Now, we're friends.

Funny we never crossed paths.

- You and I?
- Yes.

I've lived in Montpellier
for seven years,

but I knew Hortense from before,
here, at law school.

You think she was hiding you?

To not be in your shadow?

No, she's not like that.

In fact, I slept with her too.

You didn't!

Just once, one night.
We were completely trashed.

But it wasn't being drunk that did it,

more the opposite:

we had to drink to
handle wanting to do it.

Then she felt really bad,

she was worried about the age
difference, power dynamic,

because she was my former
professor, after all.

- I'm a bit hot, can I crack a window?
- Sure.

- You don't mind?
- No.

Thanks.

Your lockdown is heaven!

My place looks out over a
courtyard, and it's teeny.

Wait, there's a trick.

No, you stay seated.

Move.

Sorry.

- You want help?
- No.

Thank you.

So what are you doing with your days?

Not a whole lot.
I thought I'd read a bit more.

But I can't manage much.

Yes, I manage to stand myself.

Which is going fairly well,
actually, oddly.

Might be knowing everyone
else is locked up.

You're not missing out,
since nothing's happening.

How about you?

I'm sleeping badly.

Are you working a lot?

Do you do photography?

Why?

Because of the camera the other day?

I like always having it
on me, just in case.

But Hortense is the best at it.

The pictures there are hers.

Yes, I know. I love them.

Down there on the right,

that blurry thing,

that's my shoulder.

Oh, yeah?

I swear.

- Alright, well I'm going to...
- Yeah.

You don't need anything,
do you? Groceries?

No, thank you.

Speaking of.

Here, this is for the
compresses and the rest of it.

Are you kidding? No. You can buy
me a drink when this is all over.

I don't think that's imminent.

Yeah, well.

- Well, thanks again, really.
- You're welcome.

It's like you've
always been like this.

I think it's delightful.

Alright, well,
it was a pleasure, anyway.

Yes, I'm glad I entertained you.

Honestly, bravo, I'll be back.

- You going to be OK, you sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.

Oh, hang on, your laundry.

My...? Oh, laundry. Thanks.

Are laundromats still open?

Yeah, and a good thing too.

The virus doesn't stay as long

on fabric as on skin, I think.

But you know how it is,
scientists contradict themselves.

They say the tests are reliable,

but then that the criteria
are a bit crappy,

well, or crappy may not
really be the word,

but difficult to apply to daily life.

The viral load infected people project

is really very difficult to...

- Do you have any condoms?
- No.

- Don't you, either?
- No.

Damnit.

- Shall we look for them?
- There aren't any.

- Did you look hard?
- No.

- You looked already?
- Yeah.

Careful.

Sorry.

It's silly, I was
just at the pharmacy.

If you'd told me, I...

I'm going to go back, OK?

- Don't move, OK?
- No.

Wait.

Hang on.

Go.

I'm going. What world
are we living in?

What world are we living in?

Excuse me, I...

No, I'm going to...

Oh, no, don't move.

You get me going too much, don't move.

It's not me, it's just been a while.

No, it's you, it's you.

- Oh, yeah.
- No, don't laugh, it's horrible.

I'm not laughing.

Stop it, it's annoying.

- Stop it.
- Sorry.

It's like you, it's hard to hold back.

- You OK?
- Yeah.

Me too, thanks for asking.

It seemed like it was going OK.

People used to be scared of the devil.

Now, we're scared of germs.

I don't know which is dumber.

Well, there you go,
I'm at your mercy, now.

- Now?
- Now that.

Now that?

You going to repeat everything I say?

You going to repeat everything I say?

Until the end of lockdown?
Can you imagine?

Until the end of lockdown?
Can you imagine?

- Very anxiety-inducing.
- Very anxiety-inducing.

- Very anxiety-inducing.
- Very anxiety-inducing.

By the way, have you
heard from your dad?

Yeah, he says he's fine.
That it was nothing, actually.

Maybe he's a healthy carrier.

Asymptomatic, but contagious.

Oh, shit. You think so?

- Is your mom OK?
- Yes, I think so.

How about you, is your family OK?

Yeah.

I've only got my dad left.
My mom died three years ago.

- Oh, sorry.
- You couldn't have known.

You get along well with your dad?

Yeah. Well, he's a dad.

What does that mean?

It means he's always too
close and yet too far.

He was in the restaurant
business, too.

And we don't really realize,
but it's really a world of dudes

who are kind of "dude-like."

You're making me hungry.

- You an only child too?
- Yeah, why, are you?

Yeah.

Oh.

What?

I didn't take the condom off.

I look ridiculous.

And in your six year relationship,

have you two never
wanted to have a kid?

Sorry. Are you uncomfortable
with us talking about him?

Hey, these things are expired.

I think we're beyond that point.

Plus, no.

I can't have any.

Children. I can't have any.

It doesn't work.

- Is it you or him?
- It's me.

But I'm not an absolutist.

I don't want to persist,
take a million tests, I don't want to.

I don't want to be a girl
who has to have kids.

When I was 20,

I did an internship
at a mental hospital.

Just for a summer, through a
psychiatrist friend of my parents'.

And there was this young girl

always wandering around
with a stuffed elephant.

She'd come see you and say,
"You don't mind if I feed him?"

This girl

would lift up her PJs
and give it the breast,

all while having very
rational conversations.

It was really hard not to laugh.

Right, so if I could avoid
getting to that point.

I'm sorry I said that now, after...

Went a little off track. Sorry.

You know, I'm not ready
for a love affair.

I know.

Well, I think I get it.

I'm not going to stay, anyway.

That's not what I meant.

You can stay...

Except if...

I want you to stay.

Every night, with masks on or not,

let us pay tribute to the
caretakers on the frontlines.

These applause and cries
of encouragement at 8 p.m.

No, I mean, that lady is good.

But do you know her personally?

My jeans.

I know she's done a lot of
good for a lot of people.

I wanted to tell you because...

Because the compensation you're
asking your employers for

is part of a much larger and
longer compensation, so...

Yes, I know.

Yes, I know,
we talked about that a bit.

But what made me get it,

since I'm a bit wary of shrinks,
is the matter of treatment.

Yes, I understand. But then,

this isn't really my area.

But I'm very happy it's going well.

I'm in a bit of a hurry.

I'll call you back very soon.

You the one who smokes?

I quit three weeks ago.

There are 17 cigs left in that pack.

It helps me to see my
own resistance head on.

I should toss them, really.

Have you tried hypnosis?

Or ECT?

- What?
- Electroshock therapy.

No. What's that?

Here, look, I'll make
it easier for you.

- May I?
- Do you not smoke?

No, I have asthma. May I?

Go on, I won't look.

Done and done.

What are you doing?

Oh, bravo.

That's lovely, what you just did.

Is your asthma why you're
so freaked about the virus?

I'm not freaked out at all.

No, come on, I need to
go shower, I stink.

I look like a mess.
Seriously, stop it.

Leave me alone.

- But I want you again.
- Come on.

It's everywhere.

What was that?

Must be a mistake.

Should I go see?

No, who cares.

Oh, Véra. It's me, it's Muriel.

I'm Hortense's sister.

We met at her 50th.

Oh, I didn't recognize you, sorry.

Hortense said you might still be here,

that's why I rang.

You look sweaty, are you OK?

Yes, I'm fine.

You taking your temperature regularly?

Yes, don't worry.

Alright, well, I got some
provisions for Hortense.

Before everything in the
stores gets bought up.

For when she comes back.

You should take advantage of it too.

Thanks, that's kind.

I just came from Meudon.

It took me 18 minutes on the dot,
can you believe it?

There's just nobody out there.

Shall I put them here?

Yes, that's great.

Maybe wait a few hours
before handling them,

just to be extra cautious.

What I do is I wash my
vegetables in vinegar water,

it works great.

You can't skimp on the vinegar.

If the water is too diluted,
it doesn't work.

Do you have cleaning
alcohol for the packaging?

Yes, yes, I do.

- Were you sleeping?
- Uh... Yes and no.

These days, it's easy to
get day and night mixed up.

It's definitely not much
of a structured life.

Well, they say it'll make the
green transition easier, anyway.

But I think it will mostly
just make everyone depressed.

Not to mention the people who
won't be able to pay rent.

I'm very depressed.

I mean I can't stand being
alone to begin with.

So, these days, I'm reading,
watching TV series.

But honestly, is that living?

Granted, it beats dying, but...

But have you heard from Hortense?

Because she's stopped
responding to me.

That's because she's in the hospital.

- Oh, really?
- You didn't know?

No.

Don't worry, she's not
in intensive care,

she was just struggling to breathe.
She was in lots of pain, poor thing.

But the doctors are
being super reassuring,

despite being overrun.

There's no room in Alsace.

They're sending patients to
Toulon by military plane.

But Hortense should
get better next week.

She's already been doing
better since she was let in.

It's just a bit hard being 600km away,

without being able to go see her.

I didn't know if you were
still here, she didn't say.

Yes, well, I'm sorry.

But between us, I prefer knowing
she's at the Valence hospital

where at least you
know what's going on,

than shut away in my brother's
house deep in the Ardèche

on that unheatable farm.

Because my brother
is really something.

Does she never mention him?

Alright, she's gone.

Why'd you run and hide like that?

- You feel so guilty?
- I know her too well...

Hello, Looney Bin. No, thank you.

Did you hear about Hortense?

...some relief for
overwhelmed hospitals,

but caregivers are barely noticing,
they're so overwhelmed by the wave,

like at the hospital in Strasbourg.
Olivier Vogel reports.

One intubation after another.

That's Alexis's daily life,

who is seeing the most serious
coronavirus cases pile up

in intensive care.

We've been full for almost two weeks.

We've made some more beds
available to house more patients

affected by coronavirus. We're full.

As soon as the patients leave,
new ones come in.

This situation is affecting
the whole hospital

and intensive or ongoing care
staff come to resuscitation,

and train by the seat of their pants.

You see teams that aren't used to it

struggling and suffering.

...that we are going through,

is not just related to globalization.

You had the Spanish flu,

cholera, the plague,

all of which were able to
move across borders in times

when things we're so globalized

as they are today.

So, it isn't...

...the nations upon themselves
that will enable us to avoid...

But what's clear

is that there are matters
of sovereignty at stake:

how do we go about
remaining in control

of our own fate?

When we see that we have

delegated to countries like China

part of our health sovereignty,

yes, there is a problem.

Because when there are no more masks

coming from China, there won't
be any more masks in France.

That is an issue we must
ask ourselves about.

And about how post-coronavirus

we will need to be thinking about

this over-dependency
on the outside world.

We, the European Union...

Come back on top of me.

- I'm not crushing you, am I?
- No.

Hang on, just do the "No,
you, guys" thing again.

I think it's real sexy.

No, but you, guys, you...

We can't be like, "You,
chicks," anymore.

Of course, you can.

But you, guys,
are scared of introspection.

Nonsense.

Why would we more than you?

It's a biological thing.

I thought that was bullshit?

Hang on. It's just a simple,
stupid thing:

for a girl to look at her genitals,
to see into herself,

since forever, since childhood,

she has to bend so far over,
almost break her back,

to hope to see a thing
she never totally sees,

to the point of needing a mirror.

So, we're totally prepared
for life to be mysterious,

for things not to be so easy,
for them to hurt a bit,

for the things that
matter to be hidden,

or be interstitial.

But you, sorry, all you
have to do is stand up,

put your hands on your
hips like it's nothing,

look down and proudly
contemplate your attributes.

So, you think, "Cool,
I've got this under control."

Even you, you take over,

you make jokes, you want
to show you've got this.

I'm not telling you
that you should change.

It's just to say that you, guys,

you, guys, have a hard time
looking inside yourselves.

You're scared of your own assholes.

You're not used to it.

What bothers me is we can't
even respond anymore.

Yes, you can respond. Go ahead.

Go ahead, respond.

Oh no, don't do that to me.

That's the worst possible thing.
Maternalizing me.

It's worse than maternalizing me.

Poor thing.

Stop it.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

- Sorry.
- I want to bite you.

Feel free.

Why don't you take off your hat?

I'm scared my head will fall off too.

Hello?

Mehdi, I don't know if it's good,
calling each other every day.

That's why I don't pick up. I'm sorry.

Let's write to each other.

Or worry. Accept to
be worried a little.

Yes, I got your email,

but I haven't had time to
respond. I just need time.

- Can I turn it?
- Wait, I'm not done.

- Sorry, sorry.
- You scared me.

You OK?

Come here.

Everything's fine.

Everything's fine, OK?

I couldn't sleep.

- Not bad, eh?
- Yeah.

A bit cheesy, but nice.

Oh, it's very cheesy. But I like it.

Me too.

I couldn't even tell
you why I like it.

It's like a school dance.

- You'd go for the shoulders?
- No, like this. It was a while ago.

Come on. It hasn't been 100 years.

- No, it was, really.
- "It was a very long time ago."

It was a very long time ago.

Give granny a kiss.

Stop it. No, I can't.

I can't.

Oh, damnit.

Listen.

Oh, damn.

Wow, you got to keep up.

Other side.

- Sorry, hang on.
- Jump.

Oh, shit, she did it!

Am I that heavy?

Careful, I'm scared.

Look out!

The guy's getting in
the groove. Oh, shit!

- You OK?
- I'm fine.

Watch out, I'm going to try something.

What's he doing?

We're going to try to take off.

I'm not making any promises.

Oh, shit, here we go. Off we go.

Oh, shit! Watch out!

Take cover!

Look out! Look out, look.

Bang.

Snap.

Got my dick back.

No one is safe from getting
a faceful of cocks.

Yes. I'm calling you back
since you didn't call me.

I wanted to know if you've
gotten the profitability sheets

and if you'd had a chance to
mention it to the banker.

I suppose we're still missing
some stuff for the file.

Call me back. Please. Sending hugs.

Hortense just got back to me.

She's still in hospital.

She's exhausted, very isolated,
but apparently she's alright.

Did you tell her you were here?

We said we were going out
running this morning.

Tomorrow?

We said that the day before yesterday.

Hello, Mrs. Galibert. How's it going,
are you figuring it out?

Yes, I signed up online,

I sent my employer's certificate,

but it's not straight enough.

I took a picture,
I don't have a scanner,

I spoke to them on the phone,
they said to straighten it.

I tried, but it's not straight enough,

so they rejected it.

I see.

They're doing some sort of
big clean-up today, so...

Yes, Dad.

I wanted to know how you were

and if you could give
me a hand this month.

What you can. Even a
little would be great.

I'll pay you back.

Hope you're well.

Sending love.

Damnit.

I'm here, in the meantime.
If it's not much.

No, it's just so I can
help out with groceries.

I'd feel a bit better.

Constantin, it's me again.

I was still wondering if you
were able to talk to the bank.

Call me back when you can.

Hugs.

Hello? Yes, speaking.

Your employer definitely

can't ask you to resign.
You know that?

Yes, I understand.

If it's easier for you
out-loud than in writing,

but the issue is

that unions have shut
their on-call hours.

Well, I'd be surprised
if they were open.

What you need to do fairly quickly

is send a certified
letter to counter them.

No, not an email, a letter.

Yes.

I'll send you an email before
noon to check everything.

Alright?

You're welcome.

Goodbye, Mrs. Japin.

You know, I can help you, Sam.

No, I just told you that...

No, not about that.

I'm talking about leaving
your job with your head high.

Do you want to go back to it that bad?

What are we talking about?

I'm just talking about
going to see a work doctor,

certifying your unfitness.

I don't know where you got this,
but I'm not unfit at all.

That's not what I'm saying.

I know the world of work by heart.

I'm just saying 9 in 10 people

don't see the scale
of what they endure.

I see it every day, I even
have a bit of a nose for it.

Since those people are the last
ones to recognize it and complain.

I'm not saying you're unfit,

I'm just saying it would be to
your advantage to be laid off

for incapacity resulting
from harassment.

Especially if you're
planning a fresh start.

Hang on, it wasn't harassment at all.

I don't want to own anyone.

- It's not about that.
- I get along great with my boss.

It's just her big dumbass associate
I almost got in a fight with.

There are worse things.

I just want to smash his
teeth in, could be worse.

The worst thing would've
been to do it, although...

I'm not getting myself laid off.
Who would want me?

But if you let me handle it...

And I do a good job,
in a procedure like this,

your employer is obligated
to find you a job.

I can't do that, we're friends.

Well that's a convenient friendship.

If I'm not mistaken, your doctor
put you on leave for three weeks.

That's a lot.

There's no need to let
them walk all over you,

and have to ask your dad for money.

Stop it!

Are you serious?
Why are you saying this?

You're the one being too
serious. What's wrong?

Nothing, I'm fine.

There are just things
you couldn't understand.

- And...
- What did I say?

One day, I'll open my own place...

It's nothing, I'm fine.

I know the shit we go through.

What's that got to do with it?
Is it because I mentioned your Dad?

- What did I do?
- It's fine.

It's fine, I don't want to.

Tell me.

It's fine. Everything's fine.

We don't have to talk,
but just, come here.

And what's-his-face not answering.

- Who?
- Constantin.

I don't know if he's sick,
if he's in Paris...

I don't know what's going on.

Are you close?

He's my future associate, so yes.

He'll call you back.

Yes, OK.

But listen to me.

No.

I don't want to listen to you now.
I'm just asking for one thing:

let me figure my shit out, please.

OK.

WHEN WILL HAPPINESS BE BACK?

Christ that's corny,
as my mom would say.

Happiness is just an idea.

I prefer joy.

Doesn't get more beautiful than joy.

Because you know it doesn't last.

It's so weird, the time change.

- I've got it!
- No, you don't, I don't believe you.

- You don't believe me?
- No.

You say you don't believe me?

I've got a nine,
I'm telling you. Excuse me.

You're scared. I can see it.
You're scared shitless.

I don't know what fear is.

Since seeing my mom on her death bed,

I'm scared of nothing.

Oh, well that's clever.

Come on, do I have it or not.

You wouldn't be asking
1,000 questions.

I don't believe you.

I've got it.

Six of spades.

Drink. Twice.

What, twice?

You refused to drink when
I was telling the truth.

But I didn't get that!

"I didn't get that!"

We've been playing this
game for two hours.

I've been shitfaced for two hours.

- Here.
- I don't want any.

Not my problem.

Come on.

Not bad. Another.

- Come on, enough.
- Another!

And a real pour.
None of your Parisian shots.

For fuck's sake.

I'll drink along with you with my
1802 vintage Châteauneuf-du-Pape.

Go on.

God, what a bitch.

Especially because you
really have to be shitfaced

to get a six of spades and
a nine of spades mixed up.

You really have to be shitfaced.

Oh, now, you...

- Hey, OK.
- It's OK?

It's not OK!

Stop it. You're going
to hurt yourself.

Goddamnit.

You're pissing me off.

You lose, you lose.

Stop it, damnit.
You're pissing me off.

- Stop it.
- Alright.

Stop it. Let's play one more.

- No.
- Let's play one more.

We're not doing anything.

Stop it, you're pissing me off.

Damnit. Stop it.

- Did I hurt you?
- My arm.

Oh, shit, he broke
his arm. Poor thing.

- It hurts.
- Help me!

Good for you.

What are you doing? Stop it.

What are you doing?

Oh, shit.

Oh, fuck. What are you...

Oh, what the fuck, no!

Fuck.

It's "sprinkling the
sprinkler," heard of it?

Hey, justice is my job.

No!

Oof, that's brutal.

Come on, we have to get going.

This is getting ridiculous.

I'm coming.

Sorry.

Shit.

You doing it on purpose or what?

You know me, I love picking up
garbage with my bare hands.

You can see it's overflowing.

833 more dead in 24 hours in France.

These numbers are much
higher than yesterday.

A little sign of hope however:
the number of patients

admitted to the hospital
in a serious state

has never been so low.

Which may be one of the first
effects of the lockdown.

But this mustn't encourage us

to let our guard down.
Just look at the numbers in Italy.

It's the most affected country,
with 16,500 deaths.

They thought the
situation was improving

with less deaths for a few days.
But the numbers have shot back up.

Concern in the UK about
Boris Johnson's condition,

the British prime minister,

who's been ill for almost two weeks,

he was put into intensive
care last night,

as his condition had worsened
over the course of the day.

Those around him have said
he remains conscious.

Sorry, Mom. It's not that I
don't want to talk to you,

it's that I have nothing to say,

so talking on the phone is exhausting.

We have no idea that it's
going to last till July.

Personally, I don't want to spend my
time sorting through hypotheses...

Constantin, it's me again.

Try to call me back, really.

Tell me to go to hell or whatever,
but this is getting... you know.

Wait. Touch me.

Hang on.

Come here.

Hang on.

- What is it?
- Not like that.

Let me know when you
know where you're at.

Stop it, damnit.

What? Everything's fine.

Oh don't give me your
"everything's fine" stuff.

You're not putting much
effort in, either.

I am, but I'm like you,
I'm not a machine.

Did you not want to?

I did, it's just that...

Alright.

Pause?

Shall we take a breather?
Catch our breath?

I don't know how you're able
to stay calm all the time.

I'm not calm, you're
the one who's agitated.

Sometimes I wonder if you
aren't a little perverse.

Like, passive-aggressive.

Like...

Who enjoys having the last
word but without showing it.

I wonder what that's hiding.

Since when are you a shrink?

I mean you do have this
way of acting superior.

You sure you aren't
a bit manipulative?

No, I'm not kidding.

Who insisted we have this tryst?

I hope you're kidding.

There we go.

You're making me believe it's
all coming from me again.

I think you're kind of into the
confusion you cause in others.

- Yeah, that's human, isn't it?
- Yes, it's called perversion.

- No.
- Yes.

Perversion would be if I derived
pleasure from your suffering.

Are you suffering that much?

You say that with a little
smile on your lips.

Are you nuts? You're the pervert.

I'm not sure where this conversation
is going or what the point is.

I don't know. Maybe to check in.

We're screwing well,
but we don't love each other.

We love the situation,
don't you think?

And maybe, at some point,

saying so feels good.

Stop it. Stop smiling all the time.

Stop it. It's really...

I think you've been told you
were pretty a bit too much.

Alright, enough.

And pretending to accept it all.

"Alright, enough." It's fake,
all that stuff.

No one ever accepts anything.
I don't believe that.

I even wonder if all this exists.

I think you're losing it.

So what, don't you ever lose it?

You freak me out.
Don't you ever lose control?

That not happen to you?

It's a bit hurtful,
having to prove the contrary.

Especially to you.

Especially to me?

Perfect. You're perfect.

Never change a thing. Never.

You know, when you pretend to come,

I know it. I know it.

- Sometimes you come for real.
- You're starting to piss me off.

There, when you put your mind to it.

Well then, fuck off!
If that's what you want to hear.

What I want to hear?

You listen to me.

I don't really know what void
you're trying to fill with me,

but if you think you're my mom,
this won't work.

OK? We don't know each other.

I don't know what you're doing,
I don't know if it's a game...

And I don't give a damn.

I'm done playing.

Being a stand-in isn't a career.

Get out! Get dressed
and get the hell out!

Take this crap and get out.
Go on, get out!

Hurry up, damnit!

Shut up!

The modalities of the
procedure, including:

will there be a complaint
filed against that colleague,

which will depend on the
documents we'll have,

but don't have now.

So...

For now, we're sort
of playing it by ear,

we're faced with...

a sort of pile of hypotheticals.

I'm not sure if there's
much point in listing them.

So...

Are you alright, ma'am?

Ma'am, are you OK?

- You OK?
- I'm sorry.

Sorry, I don't think
I can do it anymore.

Are you anxious too?

You know,

what matters is that
you believe in things.

Believing in the bed,
believing in the mattress,

believing in our hands,

in our wrists,
in each of our fingers...

That takes a lot of strength.

People have no idea.

What, do you not relate?

I do, that's the thing.

Are you here for your stuff?

I know I can't even ask
for forgiveness anymore.

What happened?

Sam, I'm not the problem.

What happened?

I got scared.

Of what?

Of me.

I've never been so freaked out.

It's because...

everything is moving in
slow-motion, outside,

so we feel like we're going too fast.

That's what's distorting the picture.

What picture?

There's nothing fake between us.
It's the opposite, even.

It doesn't scare me anymore.

Even if we have to pay dearly.

I've been so held up in life...

Held up?

From what?

What's held you up?

You never told me how
your mother died.

An accident.

She was driving too fast.

She was a restless woman.

I get it from her.

She wasn't made to have a kid.

She didn't see the scale of it coming.

I understand.

Are you falling asleep?

No...

Yes, you are.

I love you.

In any case, this is a
collapse in global trade.

One that is even more serious
than in the previous crisis,

in 2008-2009.

Aren't you hungry?

Many areas will be seeing a
two-digit drop this year:

exports in North America and from Asia

will be the most affected.

They were already struggling
prior to the crisis

due to the trade tensions

that had opposed the
United States and China.

Hold me.

Tighter.

Tighter.

- I don't want to hurt you.
- Yes.

And France has screwed up in
terms of managing the crisis.

It's been badly organized.

It hasn't managed to stock
back up in the past few weeks.

And I'm not the one who says so.

This is what Mediapart claims
in their investigation:

"Masks: proof of a State lie."

Sam?

Sam, are you OK?

Shit, you're boiling.

Stop it.

I can't...

I can't breathe anymore.

Don't speak.

Get out.

Pack your bags and...

I'll treat myself.

- What are you, nuts?
- Don't worry.

We're in the same boat.
I'm not ditching you.

You mustn't stay here.

Let me sleep on the
couch or let me go home.

Don't be ridiculous.

There are too many of us.

Way too many of us.

- What?
- How did I get here?

My boss, she can't find
out about all this.

Calm down. You're delirious.

You won't tell her, OK?

If you knew...

Stop it.

Hush.

You mustn't stay here. Stop it.

To reestablish the equal
treatment of citizens,

we need uneven measures,
in particular favoring the poorest,

who, as we've seen, are crucial.

People in Seine-Saint-Denis aren't
lucky enough to be working from home.

They're on the subway.

- Did I wake you?
- No.

How are you feeling?

Not any worse, I'm OK.

You aren't abiding by
social distancing.

No, not really.

Hang on.

Damnit, he still
hasn't called me back.

Who?

Constantin.

You think now is the time
to think about that?

You mustn't worry, he'll call back.

Everything's a bit frozen, right now.

Did you tell your dad you were sick?

You want me to do it, if you can't?

No, definitely not.

It's crazy.

What?

No one's ever looked
at me like you do.

You're just feverish.

Yesterday you were babbling.

You could be the last person on Earth,

nothing else would give me anxiety.

That's a bit anxiety-inducing to hear.

Not so much.

Say it.

I don't know how to say it.

I can still hear it.

Hello, you've reached Hortense
Belil's message machine,

leave me a message and
I'll call you back.

Sam? Sam, what's wrong?

Sam, hey, Sam!

Sam! Wake up!

Wake up, you hear me?

Wake up, wake up.

Damnit, what the...

Sam! Sam!

Hi, ma'am. Emergency
services. Did you call?

Yes, he's there.

- What happened?
- He stopped breathing.

When?

When I called, he was breathing,
but now, he's not moving.

What's his name?

His name is Sam.

Sam, can you hear me?

Squeeze my hand if you can.

Blink.

Step back a bit so we can work.

I'll need some info.

- He's unconscious.
- Here.

- Any medical history?
- He has asthma.

He has asthma.

Sir, is he breathing?

Sam what, please?

I don't know.

Do you have his ID, his health card?

If you could give me his health card.

Some form of ID.

It's right here.

Very well. Age?

- Thirty?
- Yes.

OK, I've got a breath.

Breathing resumed at 10:50 p.m.

He's breathing?

Breathing resumed at 10:50 p.m.

It's alright, don't worry.

Put the bag down there.
Put your mask on.

Is his address on here
still the right one?

Yes.

Let's pick him up.

We'll take the bag in the ambulance.

Where are you taking him?

To Saint-Antoine.

I'll take that, thank you.

- Do you have any symptoms?
- No.

Tomorrow morning, call your doctor

and stay inside, OK?

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Hello, I'm calling for
news about a patient

who was admitted to
intensive care tonight.

His name is Sam Berthier.

No, I'm not family,
but I called the ambulance.

Yes, it's me who called.

No, I'm not family,
but I forgot to ask:

could you give him my phone number

for when he wakes up?

It should be on file, but it might
be best to give it to you again.

I know you're overwhelmed, sorry,

but it's really important.

Yes, Mom?

How's it going?

Hey, Inès. I hope
everything's going alright

with you and your loved ones.

Do you happen to have the contact info

for a friend of Hortense
Belil's called Sam Berthier?

Nothing to do with university,

but I figured you must know him.

Call me back as soon as you can.

Sam?

- Yes.
- Doesn't ring any bells.

Sam Berthier. A tall redhead.
He works in food service.

At this place called "Chez Lulu."

Not ringing any bells at all.

Did you try calling Hortense's sister?

It's Véra.

- Muriel? Can you hear me?
- Hello?

I'm moving around,
I don't know if it's me.

Hello?

Véra?

I wanted to know if you had
the contact info for a friend

of Hortense's named Sam.

Mean anything to you?
It's a long story, but...

Hello?

Véra. Hortense died.

Hortense died in the night.

Are you there?

Yes.

The person you are trying to reach's
inbox has too many messages.

Please call back...

Hi, Muriel, it's Véra.
I've cleaned everything.

You might want to do it over
again in a week, as a precaution.

I didn't find a hiding
place for the keys,

so I think it's best if
I just mail them to you.

Thanks again for Sam
Berthier's number and address.

There. I hope you're hanging in there.

It was really hard,
not being there with you, Monday.

I'm sending you love and hugs.

- Excuse me.
- Yes?

Are you Sam's boss?

Sam... Sam Berthier?

He hasn't worked here in three years.

Three years? But I thought that...

I love Sam, he's super-talented.

But it was too complicated.

His mother would come almost
every day to reconnect.

She spent her days out here.

- His mother?
- Yes.

Did he never mention her?

A real wreck too.

No matter what she did,
he never forgave her.

- Forgave her for what?
- For screwing off.

Because of him, according to him.

For leaving his father when
things were going badly

But how long before she
died did all this happen?

Jesus.

His mother's not dead.
He tells everyone that.

If he could kill her,
I think he would.

But where does he work,
what does he do?

Nothing.

He gets 800 bucks a month
from the Health Ministry.

When he has no choice,
he mooches off his dad.

Why the Health Ministry?

You still don't get it?

Sam's nuts.

He's had schizophrenic
episodes since he was a teen.

He goes off to the mental
hospital, comes back...

Face to face, he's lovely.

But when you involve others, it's...

And is he doing better?

Is he cured?

From covid, I mean.

According to the hospital, yes.

Well, as far as I know.

His voicemail box is full.

He might still be in
quarantine. I don't know.

I think I know.

It's not too hard to imagine.

Apparently, mental wards are a
hot bed of contagion, right now.

Granted, he's immune now.

Although... We don't even
know much about that.

It's like intubation.

Some doctors say we shouldn't
have done it so much,

and that we could've
avoided loads of deaths.

Do you know what mental hospital

he tends to frequent?

No, sorry.

And do you have his father's number?

Are you taking the train?

Take care of yourself.

You too.

It's going to last a
long time, anyway.

Rebuilding ourselves?

Especially accepting what we've lost.

A YEAR LATER

Yes, Mehdi.

I know. I'll be there in 15 minutes.

Why, is my dad there already?

OIK.

Sorry, it just went on and on.

Hang on.

Shit.

No, nothing, I'm annoyed,
they postponed the hearings again.

It's a pain in the ass.

Hang on, I've got another call.

I'll be right there.

Yes, Mrs. Camara.

If your friend's husband thinks his
health is at stake, that he's in

a situation, which you see a lot

in the media, in spite of the
measures and initial vaccines,

a situation where his
health in endangered,

grave, imminent danger,
he can do a few things.

He can firstly exercise his
right to refuse to work.

That means informing his
employer in writing...

He can also inform health
and safety inspection.

What can play, is their right...

They'll alert the employer to
the grave, imminent danger

and an inquiry will be made.

I'll call you back and
we'll go into more detail.

I've got to go,
but I'll call you back soon.

Goodbye.

This is...

- How's it going?
- Good, you?

Yeah.

Sorry to hurry you, I'm late.

I don't get you.

This things in agony.
It looks like a mess.

I swear, if you'd thrown it
out without telling me...

- What's this?
- Mail.

More?

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

It got here weeks ago.

I put it there to not forget.

It's been a bit of a mess,

but the address change
should be permanent.

Yes, Dad? Where are you?

OK, we're coming down.

Where is he?

I don't know, he said
he'd be here in a minute.

Let's put it down.

How are things with him?

With my dad?

Good, but we've barely seen
each other, I'm always working.

He put in some shelves for me,
it's beautiful, what he's done.

He was even happier than me.

- How long will he be here?
- He leaves tomorrow.

He just stayed for two days,
he hates being away from my mom.

The hell's he doing?

He never puts the GPS on,
it's such a pain.

Dad? What's going on?

Oh, OK.

He didn't know about the one-way,
so he went all the way around.

- And how are you?
- I'm good.

And...?

No, it's stupid,
I don't know how to say this.

I met someone.

That's awesome.

- How long's it been?
- Two months.

Oh, right.

Wow, secrets, secrets!

What's she like? Is she pretty?

She's stubborn.

Oh damn. Not another one.

Would you tell me if you had someone?

Yes, I'd tell you.

Or not.

No, I'm single, right now.

And it's great that way.

Mehdi, I'm making you
late. Off you go.

Don't worry. I've got this.

- You sure?
- He's coming. We'll figure it out.

- Give him a hug for me?
- OK.

- Mehdi?
- Yes?

I'm glad we're figuring it out.

What?

This.

For a minute, I thought
we'd never speak again.

Did you get jabbed, by the way?

First dose.

- Alright, see you.
- See you.

Dad, where are you?

What do you mean, Avenue Saint-Lazare?

No, you went left
instead of going right.

No, you have to turn around.

No, you're moving away.

You have to turn around.

Well, yeah.

SO MANY THINGS THAT ARE
IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY, ESPECIALLY

TO THOSE EYES.
THEY LOOK AT ME EVERY DAY.

THAT'S WHAT JOY WAS.
THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT IT WAS.

Hello? Yes, sorry, I...

Huh? Yes, I'm OK.

No, I promise, I'm fine.

Yes, I swear.

Hang on.

I see you.

You can't miss me, I'm outside.

I'm right here, look.

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