Original subtitles

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Techno music

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Music gets louder

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Buzzing synthesizer, rhythmic clapping

Down strings and plungers

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Light Melody and ethereal keyboard

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The music gets louder, sense of impending dread

Europop club music

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Music decreases

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Violin strings

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Piano notes Drone noise

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The music continues to play Sounds of the real world fade away

- Come on.

It's okay, it's okay. It's okay, it's okay.

Indistinct conversations behind the scenes

- Getting ready for the final line-up.

- OK, everyone. Time to get ready for the final.

- OK? Let's get ready for the finale.

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Space, please. Go, go, go!

There's no time! - Quicker! Stop talking.

- Please, we're moving. Keep the same space between you.

It's perfect!

Hop, hop, hop.

Nickel. - Perfect. Perfect.

- Go, go, go, go! We keep the same space.

- Perfect. Wait! Go. - Perfect.

- Go...

The audience applauds.

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- Bravo! - Well done!

- Bravo!

The audience cheers.

- Ellias, Yann-Olivier would be so proud of you.

Thank you! - Thank you, Sarah.

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Synth music Heavy bass note

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- Ellias, go !

- Ellias, go ahead.

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- Bravo! - Well done!

Applause and cheers ...

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The model squeals with delight.

Loud applause from the audience ...

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Moving music

- The model gives an idea of where we are now.

It's inspired by Matisse the mood book for your collection.

You'd be lying all in black, red pouch, on a blue background.

Comme the silhouette of the Matisse, surrounded by the models, the stars,

who wear the canary yellow dresses we love.

- Oh yes, of course!

- Very nice. - Customers love it.

Superb. I like it a lot.

- We're looking for a title.

It's not easy,

to mourn the loss of a creator and the birth of another without...

We all want to pay tribute

à Yann-Olivier, as you did.

But also salute your 1st collection

which was received

with emotion.

No superlative, you are allergic.

First proposal: "The heir to the House of Orsino.

Some people don't find this quite active, so it's the Velasquez

which guided us to the idea of the sacred,

of the coronation. It's impactful.

Moving, finally.

With two options.

"Ellias Barnès, the new prince of fashion." Or...

"Little prince of haute couture", who, here, assumes the

iconic photo.

- Beautiful.

- It's beautiful.

I don't do "little prince", but...

We laugh.

Casting

is final?

According to me, Veronica and Bijou

represent your identity. - Yes. They're fine.

It's just Sarah.

- She's the face of the house.

We have a contract with her, for the countryside.

And she plays Orsino. For customers

it's essential. - I know, and I love it.

But here, it's not the same case.

It's not an ad, not a campaign.

It's the promotion of my 1st collection

as artistic director.

The cast is expected to represent my identity perfectly.

For me,

we need a clear message.

The Orsino spirit is still there, but with a different signature.

Mine. - Of course you can.

- Sarah will understand.

- Who do you have in mind?

- Renata.

If available. Otherwise...

Maurane... or Michaela.

- And Alayna? - The canary is too hard on her.

All right. Veronica, Bijou and...

(Ellias) - Renata.

Maurane or Renata. - All right.

The cuff cracks.

Bips

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The doctor unhooks the cuff. - 14/9.

Are you feeling stressed right now?

- Yes, but... I feel it's something else.

- You have these pains since when?

- Two, three years, I'd say.

At first, rarely, then almost every day.

- Family to cardiac pathologies?

- No.

- I'm hurting you, when I press?

- No.

- OK. Please have a seat.

{Breathe deeply with your mouth open.

What about your asthma attacks? - Oh, I almost don't anymore.

I have my Ventolin, I manage. - Take a breath.

Well, you've got a little tension, but I'm fine. Get dressed.

An event could have triggered these disorders?

- Uh... no. No, I don't. - No, because...

what you describe sounds like

to panic attacks, rather than cardiac.

- I think I have a heart thing.

- Panic disorder works on the heart, without being cardiac.

Your fear of having a heart condition creates it.

This fear increases your anxiety who, in turn,

increases your pain sensation.

It's anticipatory anxiety.

But with a little chemistry, on a temporary basis,

we can balance this out. Are you against anxiolytics?

- Uh, no. No. - Well, Bromazepam.

As soon as you feel you're in trouble, take one.

Finally, a quarter, because it creates drowsiness.

- You were talking hereditary pathology.

- Mhm?

- Actually, my father had a stroke, two or three years ago.

- Any history? Is he being treated?

- I don't know, I'm out of touch. - And you would say

your troubles appeared before or after his stroke?

- Before.

Or maybe afterwards, I don't know.

- I will send you

see a fellow cardiologist for exams.

Well... just to check, eh!

- He was able to transmit to me anything?

- Find the cause of his stroke.

Try to find out how he's doing, in the meantime

your test results. We'll get to the bottom of this.

Music of discomfort

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Ellias sighs.

- Good. Great, Ellias. Chin up.

Perfect. Veronica... lift your leg a little.

♪ Club music

Perfect.

Bijou, turn your head to face me, like this.

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- That's good, isn't it? - We'll have to see the prints.

- Great.

Very good. Veronica...

(- We're taking a break. The police are here).

(They ask for Sébastien Barnès.) - Yeah. Ellias.

Perfect! Very nice.

- It's my baptismal name. What do they want from me?

- They didn't say anything. - Are you in trouble?

- Bah, no.

- With the press... Nothing illegal?

Litigation, ancient history?

- No. I can't see, no.

- We'll stay with you, okay? - OK.

- Excuse me, would you like to come up?

- Yes, of course.

The shooting team murmurs.

Waiting tone

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*- Yes, Seb? - Mom, where were you?

*- Fishing in Key Largo with Claude's customers.

♪ A problem? You called three times.

- Jean-Jacques is dead.

- Well...

When?

*- Four days ago.

- Two minutes.

Claude?

Claude?

It's Seb. - Yes?

- Your brother is dead.

♪ About what?

- Heart attack. *- Heart attack.

♪ Splashing

(You're such an idiot!)

- What's he saying?

- He says nothing.

*- He had a stroke three years ago.

♪ He had problems cardiac?

- It's been at least 25 years we haven't seen your father.

*- Claude, he didn't heart problems?

- No! Claude, it's "top shape". How did you know he was dead?

- The Sûreté du Québec contacted the police here.

And I had his notary, on the phone.

He had a house on the north shore?

*- Really? No.

- Well, with the collection coming out, I can't leave right now.

If I sign a power of attorney, you can manage the estate.

From Miami, it's not so far. I'll leave you everything, I don't want anything.

- But we don't need anything.

Then Claude made a cross on Jean-Jacques.

*- That's his brother. - But you're his son.

- I'm in the middle of a promotion, please!

*- Claude owes a shitload to taxes. He'll go to Quebec more.

- And you? *- I don't owe anybody anything.

- I have a double-call, see you.

- Hey! I... loved it, the yellow serin, in your collection.

- Thank you. But... we say "canary".

Come on, ciao.

Music of discomfort

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Ellias handles tablets.

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It blows. I'm not going to be short?

- No, no. We're on our way.

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Ca ne va pas? - Yes.

Si, it's okay.

- OK.

I'll move your appointment to the cardiologist?

- I'll be back after the funeral. - OK.

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Ellias sighs.

How long has it been since you've been back?

- I never went back.

20 years old?

- It's a few days.

Even the notary has understood you were fast.

- Yeah.

And where are we with the photos?

- We will receive their selection during the day.

The agency chick will come to your father's house

with the type of association, for furniture.

I'm forwarding you the e-mail. - Thank you.

Et goes to the funeral home, get his keys back.

- Okay.

The driver will be waiting at the airport with a sign bearing my name.

By discretion.

- Thank you.

- Courage, mhm?

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Aircraft roar

- Any other bags? - Yes, but I'm keeping it.

*Indistinct radio

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- Hello. I'm Pierre-Luc.

- "Judith." Nice to meet you! - At your service, Mr Barnès.

- Can I take my shoes off? - Make yourself at home.

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- Your father has been prepared, but he's not dressed yet.

What you could bring to the table clothes he loved

or symbolizing something important to him?

- Yes. - Perfect.

I'm handing his belongings over to you now or later?

- Now, that's good.

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Ellias yawns.

- And here it is. - Thank you.

- Please sign this.

I have sent the death certificate your notary

to accelerate. - Thank you.

- This is the copy.

Your assistant told me after the ceremony,

we move on to cremation? - Yes, the express formula.

- Here,

vehicle registration and the address where it is parked.

On the post-it, a friend's name and number.

He would like to come to the ceremony. - Good.

- From here,

Minna, our celebrant, takes over. See you at 6pm.

You can give it photos of your father

and tell him what you want to do as a tribute.

- Are we going to your father's? - No.

I must pass at... Marché du Toit rouge.

Do you know where it is? - Yes.

Intriguing music

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The car beeps.

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*- Your destination is on your right.

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♪ You've reached your destination.

- Sorry for the delay.

- Don't make any. I assessed the exterior.

- Just a second.

Simon, from "A Votre Bon Coeur".

- My sympathies, eh.

Collecting donations for refugees.

The misfortune of some rejoices others. - Thank you for being here. Shall we get started?

Simon laughs.

Sorry.

♪ The radio broadcasts a debate.

The lock pivots.

- Do you know if your father renovated recently?

- I don't know, I... I don't know anything.

- If you have bills, I'm interested.

I need certificate of location.

- OK. - Things not to give away?

With sentimental value, kind?

- Pictures, a couple of things. The rest is up for grabs.

- OK, good. Shall we get started? We'll start on this side.

- OK...

The real estate agent takes photos.

Examining furniture.

The real estate agent takes photos.

Simon and the real estate agent discuss.

Do you have the keys? There's a locked door.

- Uh, yes. Be right there. - Yes.

Well, the bungalow is standard, but it's in very good condition.

We can ask a good price.

- There's a locked door here.

- Here. - Thank you.

No washer dryer in the bathroom. In the basement?

Well, it's going to be tough

to estimate the number of trips. It can be filled.

- And that complicates the estimation. - Right. Crap.

Bah... how do we do it?

- Find the keys, send us photos. If not, please contact us,

Tomorrow, I'm bringing a locksmith. - OK.

But I'll "charge" you something extra, if it's full.

Thank you. - OK, thanks.

- Have a nice day. - You can too.

- Tomorrow morning, 9am. - Perfect. Thank you so much!

Bye. - Goodbye.

- Hello! You're Jean-Jacques' son.

Marie-Odile, next-door neighbor. I'm sorry for your loss.

Sébastien, right? - Yeah, right.

- I'll help you. - Ah, thank you.

- He was adorable, your father.

We didn't socialize much, he was very discreet.

But we liked each other.

We've never seen you here.

- Oh no, I... I have a very demanding job.

- Ah yes, you're in the sewing business, in Paris, your father told me.

- Yeah, right. - Ah...

It's hot.

Would you like to come home for dinner, to take your mind off things?

- That's sweet, but... I have an appointment at the funeral home

then I go back to Montreal. - Lalonde Funeral Home ?

- Yeah, right. - They're great.

- Thank you.

- No, please! When will it be?

- Huh? - Funerals.

- The day after tomorrow. - Ah...

Well, I'll leave you to it, you must be very busy.

- Yes!

- If need be or if you change your mind for tonight, we're here.

Number 30. - Super. Thanks, Marie-Josée.

- It's Marie-Odile. - Ah, pardon! Marie-Odile.

Thank you. - Mhm.

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Funeral music

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- Mr. Barnes?

Thank you very much. Excuse me.

I didn't give you this.

It was separate, they had to remove it to the emergency room, reviving him.

- Thank you. - Minna is waiting for you, follow me.

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Minna,

Mr. Ellias Barnès. - I'm sorry for your loss.

- Thank you.

- Right from the start,

I would like to say that I know that you must hurry back to Paris.

I'm a big fan... of the first hour.

- Thanks, that's nice.

- I know it's not the place, nor the time,

but your collection for Orsino...

hallucinating!

Respect.

- I don't know what to say, It means a lot to me.

- Aren't you going to replace me, Sébastien?

- No, sorry. - We were together,

en mode, at Papineau College. We made a TP

in the first session, on Lagerfeld, before you left for Paris.

- Blue dye?

Di Salvio, Minna.

Yeah! I... - Yes!

I'm more "straight", but you, you sound like Mylène Farmer.

They laugh.

Still a fan of Mylène?

- Yeah. - Well, so am I.

Imagine, you could dress him up! - Who knows?

Uh, so, I found some photos.

- OK, thank you.

When I saw that... you were going to come here for your father,

I thought it was weird.

You told me he was dead. - That sums up our relationship.

- I'll make a note of it.

- Now that he's dead, choose one.

- Uh... do you know what he wanted?

- Uh, no.

- These models

se are rented for exhibitions,

ceremonies,

and there is a cardboard cartridge for cremation.

It's more environmentally friendly and you'll see,

the quality of the fabric inside is really beautiful.

And for the ceremony, do you have any texts in particular?

Did he give his will, in his will?

- I don't know.

- Can your father's friend help you?

- I didn't have time to reach him.

- We'll talk about it tomorrow?

- Bah, that one.

- Very good choice, Mr. Barnès.

- Mr. Barnes?

- Yes? - I'm so sorry.

The suit and the shirt morphology.

He wore two sizes larger. Does he have another set?

- Yes, yes.

- Early tomorrow? - All right.

Ellias hesitates.

I...

I found an antihemorrhagic, in his business.

Do you know if he had a pathology that could have caused his death?

- We don't have access the emergency physician's report.

- And what does the report say? - Natural death".

- It's natural, a heart attack?

- Bah, compared to an accident or suicide... yes.

But his son has access medical records.

Go see your doctor, quite simply.

- Okay, thank you.

- We make it easy for you. See you tomorrow.

Dark music

Ellias sighs.

- I have to go back to my father's. - Sit back and relax.

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He flicks the switch in vain.

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The doorbell rings.

- Good evening,

Sébastien. Maybe I should say Ellias?

- You are? - Dominique.

I left my number at the funeral home.

- Sorry, I didn't have time. - No problem, I understand.

- I came by earlier. Marie-Odile, the neighbor, saw me.

You really do have your father's eyes!

So Marie-Odile saw me then invited to dinner.

We know each other through Jean-Jacques.

You told him you wouldn't be back but we saw you and she told me...

"Go ahead, go see it. You try!"

Would you like to come and have dessert with the rest of us?

Or just a drink, not long?

I really don't want to bother you right now.

- Do we know each other? - No, I met Jean-Jacques

when you were already in France. I know you were on the outs.

- You could say that.

- Your father has often spoken of you and showed me photos, too.

And having you in front of me right now is... It would be great to have a drink.

En toute simplicité.

- I'll finish and join you. He laughs.

- You're making me happy! - But not for long.

- No, a drink to his memory.

- I'm having a nice bottle here. - I won't say no! See you soon.

- Great...

I'm a guest in their home.

Call me in an hour. OK? - OK.

- It'll give me a way out. - Perfect.

Pierre-Luc starts.

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A woman screams and knocks. Ellias exclaims.

- Shit! Damn it!

Ellias cries.

He regurgitates.

He's sobbing.

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He suffocates.

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He coughs.

He breathes heavily.

She wheezes.

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His phone rings.

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The phone beeps.

Allô, Pierre-Luc? *- Yes?

I'm-still-at-my-father's-house.

I'm not done yet.

*- You found your Quebec accent?

- Ah? Uh, yes. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?

*- Ca va comme vous voulez?

- Yes, just that I'm sorting through right now. It's just...

Rentrez, I'll call you tomorrow.

Thank you, good evening.

*- Good evening.

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Ellias sobs.

*- 9-1-1, which is your emergency?

He blows calmly.

*- You've reached the answering machine of Judith.

Leave a message after the beep. ♪ Beep

Ellias sniffs.

- Judith, it's me. Er... There's a...

Call me as soon as you can. WILL YOU?

He's crying.

His phone rings.

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- Yes, hello?

*- You've just called 9-1-1. A problem?

- No, I'm so sorry. It's a silly mistake.

I should have said, instead of hanging up.

*- Are you in danger? Can you talk?

- Yes. I got hooked the emergency button is just silly.

*- Are you sure? - Quite sure. Really, I'm sorry.

*- Very good, sir. - Excuse me again. Hi, there.

His breathing is getting heavier.

- I apologize. We saw your driver.

We were wondering. - I fell asleep.

- What's wrong?

- Yes, but I'm burned.

I have to leave early

at the funeral home.

Travel is getting to me.

- I can see that, poor you.

Can I help you?

- Ah? Uh, no. I'm just confused, all of a sudden.

- I see. Just forget it.

- Uh... Merci. I'd like to apologize to Marie-Odile.

- Yes. Good evening. - Good evening, Dominique.

The chain tinkles against the door.

Ellias breathes heavily.

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He knocks on the door.

Can you hear me?

I want to help you.

I want to get you out of here, okay?

What's your name?

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Tapping

Alicia?

Elisabeth ?

Annie-Claude ?

Sun ?

Sun, right?

Emilie?

Is that Emilie?

He sighs.

He knocks on the door.

That's me.

I brought you something to eat.

He died a few days ago.

You've got nothing to worry about.

It's night.

Rest, then... get strong.

I'll release you tomorrow. OKAY?

He locks the door.

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His phone rings.

Dominique's car starts up.

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A shot is heard.

He sighs.

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(That's me.)

(Don't worry.)

She screams. No! Wait, wait!

No, wait, wait! Calm down, calm down!

Calm down! No, calm down, wait. What the fuck?

Ellias screams.

Fuck! Stop it!

Elle cries, Ellias moans.

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I want to help you.

I want to help you.

Wait ! I want to help you! Wait! Wait! Wait!

But I don't want to hurt you. - Jake!

Jake !

I mean you no harm, I swear!

The woman moans then a shock sounded.

Shit... Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

(Fuck...)

The doorbell rings.

There's a knock at the door.

The bell rings.

- M. Barnès? It's Pierre-Luc. Can you hear me?

Pierre-Luc rings.

Maybe he's asleep?

Fracas

Mr Barnès ?

I heard a noise. Mr. Barnès?

Everything okay?

I heard a noise.

Mr. Barnès, are you all right?

- Yes, yes, I'm coming.

- It's okay, he's here.

- I had to call you.

- Judith asked me to come. She can't reach you.

It worries him. She wants to talk to you.

- Yes, Judith? *- Ellias! You gave me a fright!

♪ I got your message. Why didn't you answer me?

- Bah, it's all good now. We're good. *- What's happening to you?

♪ You had a voice, on the phone... - Really? That much?

*- Bah, yes! Si... You were speaking to me in Québécois.

- Uh, I don't know. I'm busy in my father's business.

*- I understand, it must be difficult.

♪ How can I help you?

- I don't know. It's...

It's not easy.

*- You don't look so good, Ellias.

- Well, I'm busy, Juju. I have to go.

She sighs. *- I'm here.

- I have to go.

Thank you. Uh... I won't need you anymore.

Invoice as agreed. - What are you going to do?

- I have my father's car.

- OK, you're the boss. - Thank you, good evening.

No, no, no, no, no, no !

Ellias cries.

It can't be true! It's not true!

He sobs.

He lets out a heart-rending scream.

He groans.

...

Fuck...

He's crying.

(Quebec accent) Come back! Come back! Come back!

(He yells) Come back!

He bursts into tears.

...

That's not true. It isn't true. It isn't true.

It's not true. It's not true.

That's not true.

No!

It's not true!

Her cries evaporate.

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- Goodbye. - Goodbye, sir.

♪ Funeral Music

- Hello, Mr. Barnès.

- Ah! Here it is. - Thank you.

It'll be ready in no time.

- I won't be able to. - Minna must

finalize the details.

- I don't have time right now. - It's a big deal. It won't take long.

...

- Sit down, I'll get it.

- Good morning, Ellias. - Good morning.

- Did you get some rest? - Mhm.

- I...

bringing pictures... and the music he loved.

I'd like that, uh... say a few words.

To pay tribute to him.

What did you decide about her ashes?

- I took... the express formula.

Dissipation, garden of memories, here, at the edge of the parking lot.

- I wanted to... plant a tree.

At the lake where he liked to fish, next to my cottage.

I thought... we could spread his ashes there.

I would give anything so we wouldn't be here, you and me.

Don't you have any children?

The absence of a child is unbearable.

Your father suffered.

Whatever you think.

You don't care about his ashes, but we need a specific place

to be able to collect themselves, when we miss him.

Your father was a...

de marquant,

for my family.

For my children.

Don't take that away from us.

- Mr. Barnès, Mr. Duchesne. You were discussing the ceremony?

- We've started, yes. - Let's talk about it in my office.

His phone rings.

- Yes, hello? *- Mr. Barnès?

I'm in front of your house, with volunteers.

I knock in vain. Are you there?

- No, but don't move, I'm on my way. I can't stay.

- Shall we do it again?

- They're here to empty the house.

Do what you want. OK? Coming!

- No, don't rushez. The locksmith is here

♪ for the basement door. He will open the entrance.

- No! You're not touching anything, you wait for me. I'll be there in a minute.

I'm sorry, everyone. - No problem!

- Stéphane, my locksmith "chum". - Hi, there.

My "blonde" is tripping over your work. - Ah, thank you.

- I forgot to text you, I have the key to the basement.

Sorry, you came for nothing. - It's normal, you're in mourning.

- No, no, it's me. - Yes, it happens.

- My mistake. - Come on! What about the exchange rate?

- Please! - Well, thanks!

- Clear the first floor. Take it or leave it.

I'll take care of the paperwork. - It's OK.

- And then, the basement? - Uh, I...

I need time. Lots of family stuff.

Pardon! So we forget. - And a washer-dryer?

- You wouldn't give this to your worst enemy.

Let's go!

- Bring a blanket.

- OK, gang. We give it all away. We've got all day.

When you're tired, we think of the Hamoud family

who will be smiling thanks to this guy's dad. OK?

Let's go, come on! - OK. Let's go.

- Sorry, sorry.

Mr Barnès? I need to see the basement to finish the estimate.

- Not possible. - Had I known...

- I'll call you. The sale can wait.

- Have a nice day.

- Camille, where are you, brother?

- Give me the gum.

Simon taps.

- Can I take this? - Yeah.

Volunteers converse.

- Knock-knock! I met your father a tribute show to Fugain.

The refugees will resent me, if I take it?

- No, no.

- It's a beautiful idea, to give everything.

- My son is in a association. He'll be there tomorrow,

a ceremony.

Jean-Jacques and I adored each other.

You didn't do this to yourself... with the shredder, anyway?

- No.

- He knew he had missed with you.

- I did it all so as not to look like him.

- He loved you.

He missed you.

But he couldn't tell you.

What's wrong?

Volunteers chat.

Yesterday wasn't good. Was it?

You looked like a little who pissed his pants.

You pissed yourself, didn't you?

- I dreamt I died.

- Poor child...

You're not dead.

You're alive.

All that's lively.

You're his son.

Nothing's going to change that.

A car starts up.

- Good job.

Good luck. - Thanks for everything.

- Oh no, thank you.

The truck starts.

- Ah yes... We've organized everything, with Minna, the salon girl.

This will be at 11am. After the ceremony, there will be the traditional buffet.

Après, Marie-Odile proposed have a drink

before spreading the ashes. Need a ride?

We could have dinner together.

- Well... It's...

That's nice, but you really have to at the hotel.

- I understand. You rest. Tomorrow's going to be tough.

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It blows.

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A beep is heard. An access door to the car opens.

Ellias handles a heavy load.

Ellias gasps.

He grunts with effort.

Coup indistinct

Metal friction

Ellias slams the tailgate.

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The phone beeps.

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♪ Funeral Music

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- Hello, Mr. Barnès. Right here, please.

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If you need of anything, we're here.

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- It bothers you,

si Mr. Duchesne takes the floor first?

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Minna coughs.

♪ "Once the storm has passed,

♪ "you will wonder how to get through it.

♪ "How to do it

"to survive.

"You won't be sure, actually,

♪ "that it be completed. But be sure of one thing.

♪ "Once you have wiped this storm,

♪ "you won't be the same.

♪ "Such is the meaning of this storm."

♪ As the so aptly Murakami,

♪ "death teaches us the sense of loss".

♪ It's the only comfort

♪ to which you,

♪ grieving family and friends by Jean-Jacques Barnès,

♪ you can hang on, today.

♪ Jean-Jacques still has something to teach you.

♪ But for now,

♪ united in sorrow of his death...

♪ you have to face to the irreversible.

♪ Upset by his departure suddenly and overwhelmingly

♪ by a multitude of images of him.

♪ Jean-Jacques' face.

♪ The burst of his laughter.

♪ His unique presence.

♪ When death ravishes us a loved one,

♪ memories come flooding back, as if he were among us.

♪ Let's enjoy his presence again to pay tribute to him.

♪ About this song dear to Jean-Jacques,

♪ let's remember of the man he was.

♪ And space in our lives.

♪ To the sound of this music

♪ full of hope and joy,

♪ let us rock, by remembering

♪ great times ahead.

♪ "Make like the bird" Michel Fugain

...

*- DO LIKE THE BIRD

♪ CA VIT D'AIR PURE ET D'EAU FRAICHE A BIRD

The assembly laughs fondly. ♪ A LITTLE HUNTING AND FISHING

♪ BUT NEVER NOTHING STOPS IT THE BIRD

♪ D'ALLER PLUS HAUT

*- But I'm alone in the universe

♪ I'm afraid of the sky and winter

♪ I'm afraid of crazy people and war

♪ I'm afraid of time passing by, say

♪ How can we living today?

♪ In fury and noise? I don't know

♪ I don't know anymore, I'm lost

*- DO LIKE THE BIRD

♪ CA VIT D'AIR PURE ET D'EAU FRAICHE

♪ A BIRD

♪ A LITTLE HUNTING AND FISHING

♪ A BIRD

♪ BUT NEVER NOTHING STOPS IT THE BIRD

♪ D'ALLER PLUS HAUT

*- But the love we talked about

♪ That love we sang about

♪ This savior of humanity

♪ I don't see a trace of it

♪ Say, how can we live without him?

♪ Under what star, in which country?

♪ I don't believe it, I don't believe it anymore

♪ I'm lost

*- DO LIKE THE BIRD

♪ CA VIT D'AIR PURE ET D'EAU FRAICHE A BIRD

♪ A LITTLE HUNTING AND FISHING

♪ A BIRD

♪ BUT NEVER NOTHING STOPS IT

♪ THE BIRD

♪ D'ALLER PLUS HAUT

*- But I'm tired of being tricked

♪ By merchants of freedom

♪ And listen to the lament of my mouth in the mirror

♪ Say, do I have to

♪ Showing teeth?

♪ Do I have to give up?

♪ I don't know anymore, I don't know, I'm lost

*- DO LIKE THE BIRD

♪ CA VIT D'AIR PURE ET D'EAU FRAICHE A BIRD

♪ A LITTLE HUNTING AND FISHING

♪ A BIRD

♪ BUT NEVER NOTHING STOPS IT THE BIRD

♪ D'ALLER PLUS HAUT

...

...

*- Jake, my friend.

♪ Who would have said, when the chance of life

♪ sat us side by side, at the Big Bazar concert,

♪ that 12 years later, I'd be taking to speak at your funeral?

♪ Who would have said, when we have exchanged numbers,

at the end of the show,

♪ that this was the beginning of a friendship that would...

♪ transform my life?

♪ For years, we did everything together.

♪ Huh?

♪ My wife, then my sons can testify to this.

♪ You said we were "cosmic brothers".

♪ That we couldn't be apart. It's stronger than brother and sister.

♪ I know you were just saying that to...

♪ heal your old wounds, but...

♪ you finally said it too to relieve mine.

♪ I miss your shoulder,

♪ on which I have so many times mourned the loss of my daughter.

♪ I miss your hand,

♪ that I've squeezed so many times, during the white marches,

♪ in hope to... to find our Janie.

♪ It was her party this week. She would have had...

He sighs.

♪ She's 22 years old.

♪ I miss your voice,

♪ at the end of the phone, when...

♪ when you answered: "Hello, Dom, my man?"

♪ After your stroke, we saw less of each other.

♪ You were more...

♪ harder to get out of your house, but...

♪ we often talked on the phone.

♪ I'm gonna miss you so much.

♪ All the compassion

♪ and all the heat you've given me,

♪ I want to share them, with your son, Sébastien,

♪ to bear witness my unwavering support,

♪ at such a painful time of his life.

♪ You left too soon, my friend. And too quickly.

♪ I don't know if the cosmos can get used to it.

♪ Rest in peace, my brother.

*- Mr. Barnes?

Ellias sobs.

Minna hesitates.

Ellias sobs.

♪ "If I'm the first to die,

♪ "that grief don't darken your sky.

♪ "Be yourself, and moderate in mourning.

♪ "It's a change, not absence.

♪ "Like Death is part of life,

♪ "the dead live forever...

♪ "in the living.

♪ "So when you go for a walk in the forests we visited,

♪ "and seek in vain my shadow on the bank, looking for my hand.

♪ "Can't find it, let the sorrow creep up on you.

♪ "Don't move.

Ellias sobs. ♪ "Close your eyes

♪ "Breathe, listen."

Ellias cries. ♪ "And listen.

♪ "Listen to my footsteps in your heart. I didn't leave.

♪ "I walk around in you."

Ellias bursts into tears.

♪ Strong words from Nicholas Evans conclude Mr. Barnès' ceremony.

♪ The time has come

♪ to separate us from him.

Ellias sobs.

You can pass in front of his coffin,

to say goodbye.

♪ Solemn music

... ...

...

He laughs, embarrassed. - Excuse me.

- It's me.

Your daughter.

- Your father was one of the few to support me,

when the investigators suspected me.

Minna coughs.

- They've arrived.

Bye.

Until next time, perhaps. - Yes.

(- Good luck.)

- I beg your pardon.

I'll call a cab and return to the hotel.

- We're due at Marie-Odile's. My son took my car.

- Here.

- Are you going to be long? - No.

- We're going to the lake afterwards.

- There are some good bottles left, downstairs. Take them.

Basement Keys are in the glove compartment.

...

- I'll be right back.

...

Ellias opens the glass door.

He closes the glass door.

Electro music

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