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I hope we won't be late.

Why? Is anyone expecting us?

Don't worry, we're just visiting.

It's not binding.

By the way,

Brittany will soon be visiting.

Who?

Brittany.

She'll help me box my apartment.

I'll introduce you.

You don't have to.

She came all the way from the States for that.

I'd like you to meet my future wife.

I'll first move in with her when I arrive in Chicago

while we look for a bigger place.

She has 2 kids.

I intend on showing them around Switzerland.

I'll be back with them in the summer.

I'll try to die in August.

That way, you can attend my funeral.

Dad!

That's nice.

THE LITTLE ROOM

Coming, Dad?

Dad!

Open up. Open up!

Your pressure's good.

Are you taking your medication every day?

Mrs. Rivetti?

Are you married?

Yes.

Are you eating?

How's your sleep? Do you sleep?

Do you have any children?

Mrs. Rivetti,

are you going to wear your dressing gown all day?

Are you married?

Yes, I am.

Your clothes are everywhere! Does anyone come to tidy up?

OK...

Hello, sir.

Sir?

You scared me half to death!

You're the one scaring me. Get down from there.

Either get down or I'll climb up.

It's empty.

I can do it myself. I don't need a nurse.

You can do it if you want.

See? I can do it.

It's the dosage that counts. Especially with your diabetes.

Who cares? You have to die of something.

The later the better.

Don't pretend life is beautiful.

I didn't say that, but you must put things into perspective.

-Some people are in worse... -Some people are what?

In more pain than I am?

Like you?

Are you in pain?

I never said that.

Then you're doing well.

Then life's beautiful.

That's not what I meant.

What did you mean, then?

Now she shuts up.

Go on,

get out of here. I don't need your cheap advice.

-I'm only doing my job, sir. -You're shit at it! Get out!

-See you tomorrow. -Yeah, yeah.

A nurse...

-Hi! -Hi.

-It's dark in here. -The light bulb's fried.

-How are you? How was your day? -OK.

Nice panties.

Not yours, I hope.

You don't like them?

I do.

I'm helping a patient, but I can keep a pair.

We'll see.

-Aren't there any spare bulbs? -No, we'll have to buy some.

-Did you look in the box? -What box?

Shit!

Will this take long?

Are you in a hurry?

I'm always in a hurry to see nurses leave.

Here.

Make yourself at home.

What are these?

-They've gone bad. -What's it to you?

What do you eat, then?

-That junk? -None of your business.

Did you come here to spy on me for my son?

All this salt will give you high blood pressure.

It'll increase the risk of a heart attack.

At your age...

What? Am I no longer allowed to enjoy myself?

Like I said, I can't enjoy anything.

You must have a balanced diet, Mr. Berthoud.

Have you ever tried this?

Hundreds of people like you eat the exact same thing.

You must eat.

I will if you eat with me.

Let's not barter.

Fine...

I just won't eat.

Will you eat it all?

Fork.

Dad?

-Hello. -Hi.

I'll get going. See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow, Nurse.

Is she new? Is she taking good care of you?

What do you care?

It's New York. I'm lost.

-What? -He wants to meet us.

-We're only 5 in the race. -Really?

Only 5? New York!

Winning would keep us afloat for 6 months.

We have to get ready!

Let's keep this one since it's why they chose us.

We need to improve it. There are 4 other candidates.

They'll either like or dislike our proposal.

Butt out. We said we'd smoke outside.

-Didn't you have a scarf? -No.

You took your sweet time. I'm freezing out here!

-There was a lineup to pay. -What are all these toys?

Look, it's a crocodile.

Are you kidding me, Maxime? We're taking it all back.

-Who cares? -It's not your money.

Give me the receipt.

Really? It's just a couple of toys.

Presents are for birthdays and Christmas only.

You're messing with what I'm trying to teach them!

What were you thinking? Shows you don't have any kids!

Sorry, I didn't mean to.

Don't worry, you'll have another.

It's not like a sofa that you can just replace.

What should I do now?

Screw it on.

OK.

I swear, it'll look great.

Sure it's a lamp?

Or a deep fryer.

Wanna go to the movies?

There's a new comedy that's supposed to be funny.

-What is it about? -An unemployed guy

who decides to run a crepe stand on the beach

while his wife gives fitness classes to vacationers.

Doesn't sound funny.

I only said it's supposed to be funny.

I don't know... Movie theaters are packed on weekends.

People...

kick your seat,

while others munch on popcorn next to you!

I wanna go out. It's Saturday.

I won't spend the whole night putting together a lamp.

So we have to go out because it's Saturday?

-Sorry, I'm tired. -So am I.

That's no excuse.

We've been hiding in here for the last 6 months!

We never go out or see anyone.

Go out, then!

Let's not fight.

Where are you going?

Since you wouldn't visit the retirement home,

I brought you a brochure.

It's well made. Gives you a good idea

of the rooms, services, and activities available.

There are quite a few.

You'll see, they seem very professional.

Why are you moving to the States?

Not that again.

I was transferred, Dad. Think I'm happy about it?

Men your age don't start again.

-You're close to retirement. -I had no choice.

One always has a choice.

Dad...

I'm done discussing this.

Fine, we're done.

No...

A decision has to be made.

I'll be living abroad in a month.

Leave, I'm not keeping you.

-Why did you tell them? -'Coz it's great!

We're finalists. We're leaving for New York!

About that...

I won't be able to go.

What?

Listen,

things are complicated right now. I can't go.

Wait, you can't do this to me.

We've worked on this together. We need to see it through.

-You'll do fine without me. -You wanna destroy us?

-I don't speak English. -Sure you do.

You know the technical terms as well as I do.

This contract means a lot of money and we need it.

Sorry, but I'm stuck.

Rose just started working again. I can't leave her alone.

You can't leave her alone?

You can't or you don't want to?

I love you.

I don't want to lose you.

I can't...

I can't.

You can't?

It's OK.

You got my message? Are we waking you?

We knew you'd be in on a Sunday and we could bring it over.

-Careful! -I am. It's heavy.

-Where do you want it? -Dunno.

-Is here OK? -Whatever.

-Hi. -Hi.

Wanna make us some coffee?

-Marc. -Hi.

-How are you? -Good.

-What's this? -It was in our garage

and no one used it. It's for Rose.

Exercise will do her some good. Right, sweetie?

-Is this a new lamp? -Yes, we need to install it.

Let's do it right now. I'll help you.

-We can do it later. -I don't mind.

Go get me a screwdriver

and turn the power off.

OK.

-How was your first week? -Good.

Are you eating?

Of course.

I got you this article. I thought it might interest you.

Mom...

What? It could help you.

You don't have to read it.

I'm fine, Mom!

I'm OK.

Well... I feel bad now.

I shouldn't have brought you the article.

No, you did well.

I don't know how to help you.

Feels like I'm doing everything wrong.

It's OK.

Mom!

I'm fine.

"A couple mourning the loss of their stillborn child."

Can't your mother let it go?

She doesn't know anything.

She does what she can.

What's this doing here? Why would we need an indoor bike?

For fuck's sake! There's already no room for all my stuff!

We're not a closet!

What are you doing?

Marc, don't.

Take it out of the room. It doesn't belong in there.

We can't go on living like this!

-Don't touch anything in there. -Isn't this my house?

This room is useless!

Stop it! No one uses this stuff!

Quit it! Have you gone mad?

Wake up, Rose. We have to move forward.

You crazy? I said don't touch anything!

I'm not the crazy one here.

You don't get it, do you?

You think you're the only one in pain?

I can feel it...

He's here... He's alive!

There's no one in this room! Look around!

There's no one here!

Then where is he? Tell me!

He's dead! Got it?

-He's dead! -He's not dead!

He's not dead!

He's not dead!

Nice of you to drop by. Is Marc with you?

No.

-Beer? -Yes.

Will Marc join you later?

No, he left.

What do you mean, he left?

Bettina? One of my dancers need a follow.

-Can't. I'm working. -What about your friend?

-Can you dance? -No.

Hello, Mr. Berthoud.

Nurse.

Smells weird.

Shit!

Stay out!

Dumbass.

-Is that your wife? -Yes.

She enjoyed trekking?

Climbing high mountains.

-What about you? -I like mountains,

but mountains don't like me.

I no longer go. My heart.

Hey,

don't tell my son about the coffee incident.

-Hi! -Hi, Rose.

-I brought dessert. -Don't just stand there,

come in.

-We wanna watch TV! -Please, Mom.

OK, but only for 10 minutes.

-Hey, what do you say? -Thank you!

-Have you eaten? -No.

But I'm not hungry.

Eat.

Have you heard from Marc?

No.

-Well, he left a message. -So you did hear from him.

-How is he? -How would I know?

Turn it down!

Marc may only have needed a change of air.

That's no reason to up and leave.

He'll be back. Nobody's perfect.

"Nobody's perfect..."

What are you talking about?

You don't know what we're going through.

Hey, watch out!

My life ain't easy either, but do you hear me complain?

-I'm not either. -No, you close up. It's worse.

No one knows what you think. It's hard for us.

Turn it off in 2 minutes, Nicolas.

Have you thought about seeing someone?

What do you mean?

I don't know... an expert

who knows how to help people like you. A shrink.

-I'm not crazy. -No, but you're stubborn.

I'm not crazy.

I can't believe this. Turn it off, kids.

How goes it?

You should try the class.

It's easy.

You just need a bit of rhythm

and to learn the steps.

Wanna give me your coat?

I'll... go get us something to drink.

I moved in recently.

I'm newly separated.

I have a zon. He's almost zix.

-"Zix"? -Six.

My accent sometimes betrays me.

This is from back home. It's strong, but good.

Want some? You have to try it.

Here.

Nah...

-You won't have any? -No.

Cheers.

-Roze? -"Roze."

Wake up.

Shit!

Hello, Mr. Berthoud.

I know I'm late.

Edmond?

Edmond?

Oh no!

Are you OK? Can you hear me?

Are you in pain?

Put your head down.

Put your head down.

-Here. -You fixed them?

Hi. I'm looking for Edmond Berthoud. I'm told he's here.

-Let me check. -He's just been transferred

to room 632.

I'm his home care worker. We met at your father's.

Yes, I remember.

I'm sorry, it's my fault. I was late today.

I'm always on time... I was only 15 minutes late...

I'm never late. I don't know why he watered his plants today.

I don't know what got into him. I had told him not to climb up.

-Hello. Dr. Maillard. -Hello.

I just examined Mr. Berthoud.

Don't worry, it's serious but not too serious.

He had a mild heart attack, which probably caused the fall.

He has a bit of a concussion,

nothing's broken, but he has a sprained ankle.

He can't walk right now,

so we need to send him to a home for a couple of weeks.

That will facilitate his recovery.

Could you give him these? I did my best to fix them.

Of course.

Could you also bring him some personal effects.

The strict minimum: pajamas, toilet-case...

You're his daughter?

No.

This man is his son.

-Hello. -What are you doing here?

Mr. Berthoud couldn't water them, so I...

-That's not your job. -I'll be quick.

He needs familiar things. We're keeping the furniture

but throwing the rest out.

We need to remove anything that he could trip on.

These plants are much too dangerous.

This room needs renovation. Look at the state of the ceiling!

What happened here? Was there a fire?

-Did you know, Rose? -No.

But you're here every day. You must have noticed it.

He might have burned some milk. Happens to anyone.

Did you make a note in your report?

I didn't think...

That's not your call, Rose. You need to report everything.

A patient unable to execute daily tasks can't stay at home.

He could have started a fire. And if nurses are incompetent...

-I'm very competent, sir. -I'm not so sure.

Is eating your patients' food part of your work?

Seems it's not part of yours! Do you ever eat with him?

Did you know everything in his fridge was expired?

What? He's not eating?

He lost his appetite when his son tried to get rid of him.

Are you crazy? Do you think my dad's a nice old fellow?

It's not because

you spend 15 minutes a day with him that you know him.

All he has are his plants. He's selfish

and a pain in the neck! He was never there!

And I should give up my own life for him?

I have better to do. And I don't take orders from nurses!

Do whatever you please.

Take me home.

Dad, you need to rest. They'll take good care of you.

I want to go home.

You can't. You had a heart attack.

-And that suits you. -Hello.

I'm leaving.

I'll come by tomorrow.

How are you?

I brought you these.

There are water lilies and...

-Is there a vase? -I don't need your flowers.

I have enough at home.

Anyway, they'll just die.

You'll go home soon. This is only a temporary stay.

A temporary stay...

Yeah, right.

Well, then...

I'll go.

You didn't report a fire, insulted his son...

This kind of attitude is unacceptable for a nurse.

You can't form attachments to patients or their relatives.

Those are ground rules.

Back for only 3 weeks and you've already broken the rules.

What more can I say? What was I supposed to do

when I saw you lose it in front of a client?

Family members aren't always aware of what we do.

I'll try to be more careful next time.

Regarding Mr. Berthoud, have you found a solution?

-It's none of your business. -Is he going home?

Listen, Rose, we're not here to discuss Mr. Berthoud's case.

The problem is you, Rose.

This worries me.

I sincerely believe... you came back to work too soon.

Since I got back, everything's been going smoothly.

Problem is, you're inadequate.

Not at all! It's going well with patients!

Sure, it's going well.

That being said, I'm putting you on sick leave.

Rose...

Don't you think you've taken on too much?

So this is where you've been hiding?

It's a nice day.

Thank you.

Your napkin, Mr. Berthoud.

Mr. Berthoud?

Take the headphones off, Mr. Berthoud. Time to eat.

Ouch!

Jerk!

Say...

-The music thing's broken. -I'm glad to see you up.

I'll soon be going home.

I don't want to end up like him.

Did the doctor discharge you?

I can walk!

That should be enough.

That thing's broken.

The batteries are just dead.

I don't care anyway, I'm going home.

Let's fix this in the meantime.

Want to come with?

Lean on it.

Shift your weight forward.

Yes, Nurse.

I want some chocolate.

Let's get the batteries first.

As a diabetic I can't have sugar?

No.

Here they are.

You OK?

My...

my knee.

Did he faint? Should I call an ambulance?

It's OK, I'm a nurse.

Can you get up?

His knee's bleeding.

I'll take care of it.

We'll have a doctor look at it.

No way!

-Why not? -If he sees that,

he'll never discharge me. I want to go home.

Edmond.

I must go home.

What's...?

What's...?

You didn't tell me.

I didn't know.

How dare he?

Come on.

How's this?

More?

Will you be able to find the bathroom?

You just need to take a left.

Want me to close the door or leave it open?

OK...

I'll close it halfway.

Good night.

Hello, Violets Retirement Home.

Hello, Violets Retirement Home.

Hello?

I can't hear you.

Who's there?

You need to eat, Edmond. You haven't eaten since yesterday.

Drink or you'll dry up like a raisin.

Don't worry, I don't have any thorns.

Have a nice day. Bye.

Why aren't you at work?

I'm between patients.

-Do you only have these? -No. Are they for Marc?

No, for a patient.

He's old and can't see too well.

That won't do. They'll make him trip.

You need closed slippers that offer good foot support.

Let's see what we have here.

This...

Or this. Which color do you like?

That won't do. They're ugly.

Not ugly, classic.

Don't you have anything...

younger-looking?

That hardly describes a slipper...

It's homemade.

Much better than your ramen.

Will you leave me alone?

No, I won't.

A spoonful for Dad...

A spoonful for Mom...

You're not getting that?

No.

Hi, Rose, it's me.

Why won't you pick up?

I'm calling to tell you we got the contract.

They chose us.

Gabriel and I are partying. It's 2 PM here.

I wish you could be here with me.

I miss you.

I'm running out of credit. I miss you. I love you.

Rose, are you there?

Who are you?

Edmond.

Rose isn't here?

She's working.

Shit. I have to go to the dentist. It's an emergency.

I don't know what to do with them.

A rocket ship?

No.

A tin can?

What's wrong with your eyes?

-Are you blind? -No, not yet.

It's just fuzzy.

It's a Ferrari. Can't you tell?

Tobias? Show him your plush toy.

Can you make out what it is?

What could this be?

A green sausage?

No, it's a boa.

A boa?

-I'm going to scare you. -I'm not even scared.

Slow down. I'll be right there.

-You're cold! -Cold!

-Worse cold! -"Worse" cold?

Worse cold.

Super cold!

-Well, then... -Mega cold!

Warm.

-Warm. -Warm.

-Hot! -More hot!

Boiling hot.

We won!

We won! Yeah!

What's that?

Pictures.

-What are you doing here? -Hi, Auntie.

Go home. Your mother's gonna be worried.

-Bye, Edmond. -Bye.

The door was open.

Do I go through your stuff?

Do I nose around?

The kids wanted to play.

This isn't a playroom. It's not meant for that.

But this was a child's room.

So?

Was it a boy or a girl?

-Hello. -Hi.

A tea, please.

Two whiskeys.

Thanks.

Here.

He stopped moving.

It's not normal after 8 months.

I couldn't feel him anymore.

Marc took me to the hospital.

They did an ultrasound.

His heart had stopped.

Heart failure.

I couldn't believe it.

They gave me a pill...

to induce labor.

After a few hours...

my waters broke.

I felt something happening.

I pushed.

The baby came right out on the delivery table.

There was no crying.

No sound at all.

Just deafening silence.

That's when I realized he was dead.

I screamed.

The doctor cut the umbilical cord,

took the baby

and asked me if I wanted to hold him.

I looked away. I couldn't.

Then I thought,

"He's our son."

"He's our baby."

Poor thing's dead, I might as well hold him.

I held him,

put him against my bosom,

looked at him.

It was a real baby with all his parts.

It was a boy.

This time, you need to pick up.

Hello?

Good evening. Jacques Berthoud.

I'm sorry to bother you at home.

-Yes? -I decided to call

because you and my father seemed close and...

you might know where he is.

No. I have no idea.

Well, he came by the house

because a picture of my mother is gone from the kitchen.

It was his favorite.

Did he mention my leaving for the States?

-No. -No?

It shocked him, but we've been discussing it for almost a year.

I'm all he's got.

I know...

I'm the asshole here, but...

put yourself in my shoes.

Are you still there?

-Yes. -I'll let you go,

but if you think of anything that could help me find him

or if he contacts you, please call me.

079-312-42-28.

-Got it. -Thank you.

Goodbye.

Who was it?

A guy who wanted me to buy an encyclopedia.

-What are you doing in here? -It's my room now.

What's wrong with you?

I'll be very comfortable here.

I'm tired.

Good night.

Close the door behind you.

Where's the hortensia?

Here.

No, that's a begonia.

It'll look nice in the middle.

OK.

They're resistant plants, you know.

They can adapt to frost or rain.

Unlike me.

If you uproot me,

I die.

I haven't always been old.

I was young once.

Young, handsome

and strong.

I don't want to die a slow death.

I'll go get water.

Sir? I'm sorry,

but you've got the wrong grave.

You must be Marc.

Yes.

Edmond. Nice to meet you.

Hello.

How were the States?

-How do you...? -Did you like it there?

I don't know.

-Ever been to Chicago? -No, I only went to New York.

Everyone's going to the States.

Do you know him? Who is he?

Edmond.

So...

your apartment was flooded, is that it?

It was. By the upstairs tenant.

She forgot to turn off the bath faucet.

Right, Edmond?

Sure.

And...

it leaked into Edmond's apartment.

The bathroom ceiling caved in.

It needs major work.

Will this take long?

Don't know. We'll need to ask.

What about your family?

Could anyone take you in?

No.

The other thing is that...

more work needs to be done.

The pipes are old and need to be changed.

But...

how long will that take?

Those repairs could take a while.

Repairs...

One lifetime won't be enough.

More pasta, Edmond?

I'm off to bed.

Need help?

I'll bring you some herbal tea.

No.

-Good night. -Good night.

See you tomorrow.

Hey...

are you starting a retirement home?

I'm helping out, OK?

You put him up in the little room?

He must sleep somewhere.

We have room.

How long is he staying?

I don't know.

Missed me?

Missed me?

Yes.

Morning, Edmond.

Morning, Rose.

-Already dressed? -Oh yeah.

Slept well?

Oh... yeah.

I can't do it.

I got your breakfast ready.

I left it on the table.

-See you for lunch. -OK.

That's some red!

Good.

See you soon.

"A young Swiss company won over the States."

-It's a little rich! -"Lausanne-based Duo Design

"landed a New York contract,

"beating a renowned Milanese design firm."

Champagne!

Hi, Rose.

How are you?

Been a while.

-Do you have glasses? -Let me find some.

You're not at work?

One of my patients lives nearby.

You dressed up for your patients?

That's all we've got.

"Marc Fabrez and Gabriel Berger,

"founders of a small web design firm,

"were hired to create Wake Up Soda's new website

"and ad campaign for both Europe and the US."

-What's this? -A missing person's.

"The local police reported Edmond Berthoud

"missing from the Violets Retirement Home in Lausanne.

"83 years old, medium height..."

I've done nothing wrong! You don't know him!

Are you insane? What got into you?

-His family think he's dead! -He's all alone!

And you wanted to play mommy, is that it?

You don't know what you're talking about.

You kidnapped someone. You can go to jail for that, Rose!

Then call the cops if you want! I don't care!

Are you here, Edmond?

Edmond?

-Where is he? -I don't know.

Edmond?

He's not here. He went home.

-No, he didn't. -Where could he be?

Rose?

He didn't go back to the home?

OK. I thought I'd seen someone who looked like him...

Downtown...

Call me if he comes back...

That'd reassure me...

Thank you.

Have you seen an old man wearing a long dark coat?

-No. Sorry. -OK.

Rose?

Rose?

Hop in.

Come on.

Hello, son.

Will you tell me where you'd been hiding?

Everyone has a secret.

You scared me.

Sorry.

I had some time to think.

I think your leaving is a good thing.

You must make a fresh start with... Brittany?

What an ugly name.

You should tell her.

When I come visit,

take me to New York City.

-I'll come with you. -Don't bother.

I prefer going in alone.

I don't want you to see them reprimanding me like a child.

They'll be relieved to see you.

They might not give me any dessert for 3 weeks.

Go now.

You spent some time together.

What did you talk about during your private talks?

I dunno. Many things.

He likes plants, music,

the mountain...

What's that?

A gift.

Your protégé must be somewhere. What's his favorite place?

Home.

Going home was his obsession.

All I have is this stupid picture!

-That's his wife? -She won't be much help.

She died 40 years ago.

Behind her is the Diablerets Glacier.

I don't know anything about that. Looks like rocks to me.

I'm telling you, it's the Diablerets.

Excuse me, have you seen a balding old man

wearing a long dark gray coat?

Dunno. Maybe.

Two tickets, please.

-The next one's in 20 minutes. -20 minutes?

I lost him.

-Rose, are you there? -Yes.

-Hi. -Hi.

The mailman gave me this for you. I think it's from the US.

Are you taking the bike now?

Only if the boys cleaned their room. That's where it'll go.

Let's move it.

Careful. Thanks.

IN MEMORY OF MY FATHER... JACQUES BERTHOUD

Look, they made this as a thank you.

I guess I'll put it up here.

It's not that bad.

What do you think? Rose?

You OK?

It moved.

Translation: Magenta Baribeau Épilogue