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Ada had built a life
and was pleased with it.

Or she thought she was.

Apart from personal problems,
all was fine

She had a child,
an organised life

but she had bumped
into Paul.

Paul had known right and then

that if this girl smiling
and having a drink

was to be touched
or grazed by him,

or even talked to,
it would be too late.

He would fall in love with her,
and on the spot.

He had tried to get away,
but he couldn't stop himself.

He had just come closer.

"I'd rather drop it",
thought Paul,

but at the exact same moment,

he had dropped to the ground,
at her feet.

I'm sorry.

They were off to a bad start.

In a Rush

Deal with it,
take initiatives.

It's not my job
to take care of this.

I'm all...
She wears me out.

-Make yourself at home!
-I've always preferred windows.

They used to do it at Gallimard,
but we're not there yet.

What are you doing here?

I'm on the press office,
remember?

I'm sending
the books with my compliments.

I'm sure
the books haven't arrived yet.

It was meant to be 4 pm, no?

Ada?

-The delivery is due Thursday.
-See?

Go fetch "A last love"
at the warehouse.

It is Paul Bastherlain's,
and quick please.

-If it cannot wait.
-It cannot.

Ada is launching our new
youth collection, "Youth Line".

Do you know each other?
Ada Savigné, Paul Bastherlain.

-We met briefly.
-Yes.

We're putting it online first.

For the youth.

Paper is over, you know.

I'll leave him to you,
I'm off to the accountant.

-All right.
-Some of us are lucky.

Do you mind
if I come with you?

You probably
have better things to do.

It's not that exciting.

I like warehouses.

You never
know what can be exciting.

Do you mind if I drive?

I can't stand being ridden.

Ridden?

Aren't you a bit complicated?

It depends.

Don't drive too fast.

I don't mind being "ridden",

but I can't stand speeding cars.

Yes, it's here.

He forgot it, as usual.

I can never reach him,
it's dreadful.

How are you?
Do you like university?

Yes, it's nice.

Do you have new friends?

I do.

What's their name?

Mina...

Sorry, I'm interfering.

But I do it for your own good.

Yes, right.

I need to shower.

Yes, you need to.

How is BonP?

He's great.

It's quite surprising.

It's hard to recover
from an open-heart surgery.

Do you realise
that they open the rib cage,

they put the heart in ice
on the side

and put it back in?

It's crazy what we can do.

Your grandfather
really came back to life.

-Hello, are you there?
-Yes.

I'm bugging you, aren't I?

Isn't that
what young people say?

OK, I'm off.

But tell your father
to call me back.

It's nice here.

It is "A last love"

with a sticker
"press office" on it.

Is that here?

Bayarmont.

All these books
make my head spin.

I'd say it's frightening.

It brings me back
to my lack of culture.

Sign here please.

I like watching you work.

Bye, thank you.

Will you go
to the show in Brive?

Brive-la-Gaillarde.

So I can watch you again.

I'll be watching you this time.

I've just started
working at Lignes.

I'm running late.

I promised my daughter
I would pick her up.

-I'm sorry.
-It doesn't change things.

How old is your daughter?

She's four.

Usually,
your daughter babysits her.

What, my daughter?

Yes.

So you're the famous boss?

I'm the boss.

-I thought you knew.
-She doesn't tell me everything.

But she likes you.

Paul Bastherlain,
nice to meet you.

You're a funny one.

A child can't wait.

I'll call Camille.

If she can pick my daughter up,
I won't die.

You're not here, OK?

I'm throwing a birthday party.

People who blush are rare.

I'm not blushing,
I'm inviting you.

What's the day after tomorrow?

-Wednesday.
-That's perfect.

Is it? See you Wednesday.
I'll send you the address.

I'm getting used to it.

Bye.

-Again.
-What are we thinking?

-Let's stop.
-More!

More? I'm already tired.

One, two, three.

It's spinning.

Is it?

Next time is fine.

You work, you get paid.

This is the rule.

It always embarrasses me.
Thank you.

She didn't want to eat
but I tricked her.

She ate miles and miles
of mashed potatoes.

Highway 1, 2 and 3,
all the way to 14.

Highway 14 goes to Normandy.

We take it to go
to my grandmother's.

I told her and she laughed.

She sped up and had it all.

See you tomorrow?

I'll get her myself.
I had promised for today.

OK. Bye, Zoé.

-Bye, Camille.
-Zoé.

I have to go.
I have a date with...

Don't say it.

-Have fun.
-Thank you.

I must be the first one.

Thanks.

Thank you,
ladies and gentlemen.

Now, a White reggae.

My blue eyes

Don't drown for no reason

You don't love me anymore
I can see it

What are you doing?

Can you imagine your hands
with that smoke?

You're too sensitive.

Let's go?

Don't push me.

I'm just rubbing against you.

The singer was looking at you,
wasn't she?

Your ex.

She was staring.

You think?

Yes, right.

She sings very well.

She does.

Ush!

Ground floor.

No need to try so hard.

You're not asleep?

-How was it?
-What?

Where you were.

It was nice.
There's some food left?

I'm starving.

-Did you call Mina back?
-No.

Instead of leaving your phone
to charge in the kitchen,

I think it's charged by now,

it would be nice
if you put it in your pocket.

It can be useful at times.

"Sometimes", not "at times".

Nevertheless,
it would be better.

BonP wanted to talk to you too.

I had a conversation with him.

The more time passes,
the more I like him.

I discover him.

Last time, he took my hand

and looked deep in me
with his soft bright eyes.

I think he's touching.

He asks questions
and he listens for a change.

He really cares.

-Lucky you.
-Yes.

-What does your boyfriend do?
-What are you talking about?

You're as nosy as your mother.

He plays football.

Intensively, at the Red Star.
He's a champion.

-It's a good change.
-You should have been a spy.

Can I take your toothpaste?
I don't have any.

I bumped into your boss
this afternoon.

She works at my publisher's,
you didn't say.

Paris is a village.

She's nice, isn't she?

Very. And pretty.

What?

Nothing.

I'll give it back.

Good night,
old lover from the village.

I wanted to tell you
something important.

Call me back please.

It's your father.

Louis,
you think I didn't see you?

You can't smoke on the stand.

You're gonna be virgins
your whole life.

-Where are we going?
-What?

Where are we going?

There, on the left.

At my mother's.
She's not there.

What?

At my mother's.
She's never home.

Divorced parents
are convenient.

What?

They don't want to perform
a coronary catheterization.

The cardiologist says
his arteries are too thin.

I'm worried, you know.

I'm holding on.

I'll go home
to rest and come back tonight.

I've tried to reach your brother,
but he doesn't pick up of course.

He seems fine,
he's under observation.

Mum is going back
in the evening.

That's it.

And she said: "Pray for him,
my sons, for once".

Fingers crossed
and keep me posted.

Bye, brother.

Bye, thank you.

-I arrive just in time.
-It's good you're here.

Hello.

Christian.
We met at your publisher's.

I remember.

Let me open it.

-Did you eat?
-Yes, thanks.

-Who are you?
-My name is Paul.

Paul is Camille's daddy.

Camille is in love.

Is she? Good to know.

Let's go to bed?

Mummy and Daddy
are getting married.

-Very good.
-Let's go to bed.

They are.

Say good night to everyone,
you're going to bed.

Say good night to the man.

Good night, Mr Paul.

Good night, Miss Zoé.

-It's a great novel, really.
-Thank you.

A bit melancholic
but with constant humour.

It's always unexpected,
but I can't tell.

I'm in the yoghurt business.

I'm half way,
so don't tell me.

We're desperate for it to work
between them.

If it wasn't for the people,
I would go back to it.

She said:
"I'm sorry, I don't feel well"

and she fell down
in front of the audience.

She waited for 20 minutes
before getting some oxygen.

She's lost.

They're looking for a heart,
only a transplant could save her.

Leaving already?

I'm just looking for my coat,
I need to check something.

A phone is ringing.

That's the one.

Seven missed calls.

What's going on?

Mina called you?

Yes.

Are you OK?

Not really.

You?

-Where are you?
-At home.

I'll go with François tonight,
stay with the girls.

-I'll pick you up.
-OK.

But I'm at Mum's.

OK.

Dad?

Yes?

It's sad.

It is.

I'm sad.

Me too, darling.

See you later, OK?

OK.

-It was on my landing.
-Thank you.

I'm really sorry.

It's life.

No. Death isn't life.

Death is unacceptable.

I ruined your party.

No. It was a bit weird.

I brought you this.

Thank you.

-I'll see you in Brive.
-Yes.

-You don't have anything?
-My toothbrush.

-You can brush his.
-You're such an ass.

Be good, girls.
I'll call you tomorrow.

The old man pulled a dirty trick.

Are you OK?

Great.

When I think the stock exchange
lost 20% in one week.

He couldn't bear it.

He preferred
to die than to see this.

They shouldn't give
speed tickets.

I bet he won't let us in.

No way.

Good evening. Our dad is dead,
we're here to see him.

-He looks used to it.
-Yes.

But we're not.

We're not.

We could die here
and no one would notice.

Cardiology is that way.

I can't.

-Come.
-Wait a fucking second.

He feels good on his bed,
you'll see.

The last thing he said
after the examination was:

"Doctor, am I going to die?".

We both said "Of course not",
like a bunch of idiots.

But he was calm.

They said we can bring him
back home tomorrow.

After they've washed him.

We'll put him in Paris.

In the living room
by the fireplace,

behind the table.

Like a display.

Don't start.
That's how it is done here.

Let's not forget the sheet.

The embroidered sheet I brought
this summer just in case.

Secretly.

But don't tell him.

It won't change much anyway.

We'll put his smart tie

and his beautiful white shirt

and above all warm socks

otherwise he might be cold
in his grave.

He looks good, doesn't he?

Let's go?

He's handsome.

François, come.

It's OK.

Let's get out now.

Let's hope he won't fall asleep.

Is he following?

Yes.

We could ask the funeral home
to make a detour by the house

so that he can see it
for the last time.

I know it's silly,
but I would love to.

We'll see tomorrow.

It's our house,
for God's sake!

Our house.

What's wrong
with this door lately?

It's jammed.

I can't do it.

Thanks.

-"I dream of dreaming of you."
-Samuel stole my cuddly toy.

I hit him
and the teacher told me off.

Put your coat on.

I'm going to eat
this little girl.

I'm going to eat her calf.

I'll see you
on Saturday in Brive.

-Who am I staying with?
-Your loving daddy.

Off you go.

Hurry Daddy, we'll be late.

-Bye, Mummy.
-Bye.

"I arrive at 9.11 pm.
I hope to eat with you."

At this time, we can go
to L'Hermine or Chez Francis.

L'Hermine is a nice name.

-It's a crêperie.
-Yes of course.

-We're not that comfortable.
-Why?

We're not doing
anything wrong.

We're just having dinner.

I kill my character in my novel.

It's my novel,
but I'm not sure where I'm going.

I made him kill himself
three days ago

and then my father died.

So I died before him.

I talk and you're silent.

-I'm sorry but if I stop...
-It's OK.

-You don't mind?
-No.

When we got to the hospital,

after an hour drive,

my mother said: "He feels good
on his bed, you'll see".

"He feels good?" Yes, right.

I puked all I could at once.
It was violent.

It was the same shock
when my daughter was born.

My mother dropped a pan
of boiling water

and oil on me.

She tried to kill you?

Of course not,
I was four and running.

Do you want to go home
or have a dessert?

I say go home
as if we lived together.

Because we know each other.

As soon as I saw you,
I recognised you.

-No you didn't.
-Yes I did.

My father died
so no one wants to contradict me.

It's going to be the case
for at least a month

and I'm going
to take advantage of it.

-I need to tell you...
-Yes?

I have scars here and there.

-More?
-All over my body.

So?

Nothing. Just so you know.

I'm scared.

I'm so scared.

I love you.

Camille, I will love you
all my life.

-Can you hear me?
-Yes.

I love you!

We're both burned,
each in a different place.

I'm burned here.

Why are you laughing?

Because you're funny.

People called me "Cheeky One"
when I was young.

My father called me
"Funny One".

I'm done.

You don't say anything.

I want more children.

A lot of them.

-Five.
-How about eight now?

We should sleep for a bit.

We won't be able to.

Death is powerful.
It gives you wings.

Georges.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

May you be successful at the show
and with the sell.

Enjoy the book.

Hello, could you sign the book?

Of course.

-Is it for you?
-Yes, for Hélène.

-How are you?
-My hand hurts.

Yes, it must be hard.

-Thank you.
-Thank you, miss Hélène.

Introduce yourself
so that I can adjust the mike.

Paul Bastherlain.

-I like working next to you.
-Me too.

-Sugar?
-Never, thanks.

I'll remember, sir.

Excuse me.

I've heard
you're going for a nap later?

Am I? I didn't know.

Yes, you are.

Sorry.

Hello, Paul Bastherlain.

Making love when everybody works
makes it even better.

And if your father died,
it's the milky way.

No, that's not it.

-That's not it.
-Yes it is.

I have to get married,
you know?

I didn't know.

With who?

Zoé's father.

Of course. Who else?

It's OK.

You can invite me.

When is it?

I don't know,
in three months.

I wanted to tell you
something important.

Call me back please.

It's your father.

-You don't have
15000 euros, do you?

-Come on.
-For the undertaker.

I'm not sure
what the old man did,

but his accounts are empty.

-Are you joking?
-I'm looking at them.

The restaurant is tough,
I have 5000 euros max.

That's it.

I must have a savings account.

-When are you coming home?
-Late.

-See you tomorrow then.
-OK, bye.

I don't want to interrupt.

He was leaving.

Louis, my father.
My father, Louis.

-You got injured at practice?
-Yes, I fell.

He fell of his horse.

You can stay, I'm knackered.
I'm off to bed.

We're knackered too.

-My condolences, sir.
-Thank you.

Bye.

-What's wrong?
-Nothing.

-See you tomorrow then.
-See you.

He goes horse riding now?

I thought it was football.

He climbed on top of the horse
on Place des Victoires.

He was fooling around
and he hurt himself.

The horse on Place des Victoires
represents Louis XIV.

Louis on Louis XIV.
He must have been on fire.

Your champion is handsome.

You think too?

I went to Mina's with Mum.

She was overexcited.

Your mother is in Paris?

She left already.

She can't make it to the funeral,
she's sorry.

She'll call you.

He's handsome on his white bed,
you'll see.

Loads of people
come to see him.

Mina is holding on for now,

but François seems shocked.

You seem fine.

I dreamt about him
on the train.

It's good to dream, right?

Apparently.

-I'm half asleep.
-Practice is tiring.

Whatever.

How was Brive?

Tiring, but nice.

Good night.

Good night, Daddy.

It's OK,
I think she's asleep.

God, I almost cried.

Mummy!

Have a seat.

See?

Touching, isn't it?

I don't know.

Did I tell you
that Amélie came yesterday?

Yes.

I don't know
what I say lately.

-That was nice of her.
-It's her daughter's grandfather.

You could have put a tie.

We're going to bed.

Good night. Cross yourself
and say good night.

Good night.

Be careful when you cross.

Seriously.

-Don't judge her, she's hosting.
-I'm just looking.

-Who is it?
-What?

Your grandfather sending
a picture of heaven.

-He got there safe?
-It seems to be hot.

He should take his socks off.

She wanted him to have socks
so he's not cold in his grave.

Calf-high socks.

In cashmere.

You're so silly.

What have I done to God
to have sons like you?

It feels good to laugh.

Cashmere socks
could have been woollen.

Stop it now!

It would have been itchy.

With all the money we spend,
we can't spare socks.

Don't listen, darling.

What a day!

This visit killed me.

Him too.

He's pushing daisies,
as French Canadians say.

Oh my God.
Luckily, he can't hear us.

If he could, he would give
the socks back.

Stop it.

François.

Let's go. They're waiting.

They're not done.

After he buried his father,
Paul saw Ada again.

Often and a lot.

Twice a week they would meet
in her mother's empty home.

Sometimes,
Ada would go alone.

Ada loved Paul,
she couldn't live without him,

but she also loved Christian
and living with their daughter.

In a park one day,
she had told Paul:

"I lived in a world
of certainty,

you opened my eyes
and now I'm scared".

She wanted to leave Paul.

She had waited to tell him:
"It's over.

I can't live that way."

He had answered: "I understand
you so" while nodding.

It is C4 and C5
on the x-rays, right?

Do you want to see them?

X-rays in Braille
are not about to happen.

-You're hurting me.
-What a wimp. Breathe out.

-Are you OK?
-Yes.

-How long has it been?
-Since I see her?

You're such a pervert.

And you're not?

-She didn't want to see you.
-Or so she says.

Your father's death.

The same.
It happened at the same time.

Almost two months ago.

Come back next week.
Is Wednesday at 5.15 pm OK?

You can dress.

Yes.

-You're there, good.
-What's going on?

I forgot my keys, it happens.
What an idiot.

-You were asleep.
-A bit. Are you OK?

No.

OK...

I don't see him anymore,
he was still dating this singer.

I don't do polygamy.

Anyway, he sent me a text.
I'll read it to you.

Wait.

"Help, come get me. At Dieu."

That's it. What?

He's fragile?
He lost his mind, you mean.

OK, so you don't know.

"I need to see you.
In an hour?"

"Why? Where?"

"What do you think?"

"It's going to be freezing."

Am I interrupting?

I received a text from a friend
and I can't figure it out.

I'll read it to you.

"Help, come get me at Dieu."

What does "At Dieu" mean?

-"Adieu" or "At Dieu"?
-"At Dieu", like in heaven.

I don't know.
What's her name?

What?

What's her name?

What are you up to?

I'm writing. So?

-Her name is Louise.
-Nice try.

Shut up.

-"I turned the heating on."
-"So organised."

"It depends."

I'm not OK. I'm looking
at pictures of your grandfather.

I even kiss him,
so you can imagine.

He's so cute on that.

It's when we went
to the Promised Land.

Where?

The Promised Land, Camille.

Israel, if you prefer.

I want to ask you,
here is what a friend sent me:

"Help, come get me at Dieu."
What does "At Dieu" means?

-Come get me at Dieu?
-Yes.

It must be The Hôtel-Dieu.

It's a hospital
on the Ile de la Cité,

next to Notre-Dame.

You father got
committed there at your age.

What's with your friend?
She had an accident?

I need to go.
The cab is waiting for me.

Irina!

I'm going to see
your grandfather.

-What time is it?
-2 o'clock.

Shit!

Camille.

Sorry, I need to go to class.

Kiss BonP for me. Bye.

Sorry. Thank you.

What now?

Nothing, I'm working.
Let me nick a fag. Bye.

Here is your job
for "By a lake".

We could ask Paul Bastherlain
to write a preface.

He doesn't seem in good form.
It will perk him up.

OK.

What's that?

It's the sequel.
We could call it "By a field".

"By a field"? Excellent.

You're gifted, actually.

Actually...

We've started.

-Is Mum there?
-What do you think?

-How are you?
-How is Camille?

She's good. Thank you.

To support this lifestyle,

your father would take
from his own pocket.

Two years ago, he got worried
and he took some risks.

He invested on futures exchanges.

He's not Madoff
but he still lost 80%.

There's not enough to pay
the inheritance rights

of 162000 euros.

No, thanks.
I quit five years ago.

Everybody quits everything.
It's an epidemic.

You need to sell something.

It is too soon
for your mother's apartment.

You can't move her out now.

In Lille, it is a share ownership
with your cousins

and you're in minority.

They're ready to invest
to get a better rent,

but not to buy your shares.

Money breaks a family.

And you have the house
in Saint-Nom.

It is a heavy charge

and the fields around it
are a restricted zone.

It is "The Cherry Orchard".

-What's that?
-A play by Chekhov.

On the end of the world.

And the advent of a new world.

"The Apple Orchard", rather.

We have tiny
and ridiculously few apples.

Of course.

-What is it?
-I'm in a taxi.

The driver is so sweet.

He has a leasing on his car,
we should do something.

I want to buy it.

Now is not the time.

Where are you?

-In Saint-Nom with a taxi.
-Is she mad?

Why?

Why? My sons asks me why.
What do you think?

I know it's hard
for you too.

It's awful to lose your father,
but I'm all alone.

Hello?

-It's the tunnel.
-Hello?

She thinks she's loaded.
She wants to buy his taxi.

Not the fare, the car.

She wants to pay
for his car leasing

because he's sweet.

Well, if he's sweet...

She's off the tracks
but it will pass.

-Think about it.
-And decide.

Bye.

What are you doing?

I was looking at you.

You're even prettier alone.

I can see what you think
on your body.

Really?
What was I thinking about?

-Me.
-No, I wasn't.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I hadn't planned that.

Me neither.

I'm thirsty.

You know,

I need to tell you something.

Yes?

Are you OK?

My ankle.

Sit down. Show me.

It is small
but it's very cute.

Someone's there.

You scared me.

But who are you?

-Well...
-I was showing him around.

Ada Savigné, hello.

My mother told me
she wished to rent the flat

and he's a writer
looking for a study.

I didn't know.

Mr Bastherlain,
we've seen it all.

Will you be OK?

He hurt himself
on the way down.

They're an umbrella,
if you want.

Thank you.

We've lost our pied-à-terre.

Wait, I need
to stop for two seconds.

It's already swollen.

I'm pregnant.

What?

It's wonderful. Congrats.

I'm already swollen too.

-Did you tell him?
-Of course. Tonight.

You tell me first?

I'm so happy.

Do you know whose it is?

You should count.

It's cold.

It's for babies
and sensitive skin.

You're all set.

I was thinking of nothing
when I heard the news.

I didn't think anything.

Happiness is like tragedy,
you don't know what's happening.

Over there you have
his mother and father,

his grandparents
and even great-grandparents.

My husband's whole family.

A whole tree.

There was no room next to them
so I bought here

for him and I.

We won't be too far
from his parents.

You shouldn't cut the branch.

Are you a Catholic?

-Animist.
-I thought so.

It's good
to believe in something.

Right?

My darling.

You brought me some flowers?
How nice.

It's my favourite.
Thank you very much.

I didn't want
to tell you that way.

I wanted to leave you,
actually.

Again?

Come on.

Ada Savigné,

do you want Paul Bastherlain
to be your husband?

It hasn't changed much.

-It will be your turn soon.
-Thank you.

I lived here when I was 20.
I had depression.

It was my first studio.
A bit expensive, but comfy.

-You were an intern.
-Yes, right.

It's funny,
it doesn't upset me anymore.

Before, I couldn't talk about it.

It's still swelling up.

Maybe your foot
is giving birth.

-Please follow me.
-Yes.

Come on, grandpa.

Will you come
with me when I'm dying?

For better and for worse.

Gerfaux. G-E-R-F-A-U-X.

It rings a bell.

It's the young man in room 17.

He's cute, that's why.

He's been here for
two days for psychotic symptoms.

Let me go.
I have nothing to do here.

-Don't touch me.
-Calm down.

Oh, my granddaughter.

-Calm down, madam.
-It's OK.

What are you doing here?

I had a small stroke
so my driver had me examined.

What are you doing here?

Visits are done in the morning.

It'll be just 5 minutes.

Ush.

All these flowers...

It will make
your boyfriend happy.

He is crucified.
What are you giving him?

Some Largactil in the evening
to calm him down.

-Largactil still exists?
-He's restless.

Give him Tercian,
it works better on him.

He had fits before?

-Yes, when he was young.
-Mina.

-What?
-Madam, he's 19.

Forgive her, it's shock.
She's mixing things up.

I'm not mixing it up.

Maybe you could
give him a kiss?

It would do him good.

Did she eat?

I'll be home in 20 minutes.

It's Ada.

And this is Mina,
my grandmother.

Good evening.

Why are you here?

What happened?

-Is it bad?
-Double sprain.

-I slipped on a step.
-At work.

And Ada...

-Sorry, this is...
-It's been done.

-She's a colleague.
-You write too?

-Mina is my boss.
-I work at Lignes publishing.

You didn't tell me
you worked there.

No, I work at her place.

-I don't get it.
-Camille babysits my daughter.

And you're my son's new fiancée,
is that right?

No, she's her colleague.

I know, I'm not deaf.

You're very beautiful.

Thank you.

Paul missed a step at work.

And Ada gave me her umbrella.

Her umbrella?

I have to wait
for at least a month.

Sprains never get cured.

I'm going to go

now that you're all together.

Paul.

You really are gorgeous.

Almost as much as me
when I was your age.

Thank you.

Bye.

You should marry her.

She already has a boyfriend.

I don't always understand,
but I see things.

Let's go.
Me and hospitals...

Let me take you.
Where is my taxi?

I think he's following.

It's going to cost a fortune,
but it doesn't matter now.

Let's go?

She bit him until he bled.

Samuel's mum wanted to sue.

She was on the verge
of slapping me.

Then she calmed down

and we put a plaster on Samuel.

It wasn't that deep.

Zoé is not about to forget,
I told her off big time.

It's because I'm pregnant.

What?

I'm pregnant,
she must have felt it.

Is that how
you tell me the news?

Yes.

That's why
she acted so weird.

She knew.

She didn't know what,
but she knew.

It's nasty,
I like her boyfriend.

And you think I'm stupid.
You disgust me.

You're all the same.

I still believe in love.

What am I going to do now?

Don't touch me.

You're doing much better than me.

It's not hard!

You think you can love again?

Yes.

"Why not leave
and live together?"

Why not?

-How are you?
-Slow.

Swimming is good for you.

She's new.

Did Ada tell you about
this preface for "By a lake"?

-It's her children's book.
-No.

What's wrong with everyone?
I told her about it.

Go see her and tell her off.

Ada's not here.
She's been sick for two days.

You don't say anything.

You keep on growing,
but what are you thinking?

-Tell me what to do.
-What are you telling the tree?

I'm asking a question.

Ask a question.

What did you ask?

If it is a sister or a brother
and it's a sister.

A little sister.

Why are you crying?

I'm not crying,
I'm just tired.

Let's go home?

-We'll have a nap.
-Yes.

I can't live with a lie.

I'll acknowledge it anyway.

Blood doesn't matter.

What matters is everyday life
and education.

Sign here at the bottom.

This is from the bank.
What are we going to do?

Here we go again.

Your father wasn't going on
about money.

He had tact.

You'd better
remarry and give me grandsons.

You know that daughters
count for nothing in this family.

It would make
your father so happy.

An heir
and the branch would blossom.

I have to go.

I have an appointment.

At the hairdresser's.

I forgot to tell you,
they've engraved the letters.

Kiss me
instead of pulling a face.

Don't forget, a boy.

It would make your father
and me so happy.

Do you still want me?

Your place looks nice, sir.

He left with Zoé,

he didn't tell me where.

Do you think they'll come back?

Yes, they have to.

I could sleep
two days in a row.

You know...

I think I know.

I bought some stuff
to make DNA tests.

One for both of us.

But it's pointless.

A mother knows.

If she's not crazy,
she knows deep down.

Do you think
you can love two people?

Why not?

It's difficult.

I'm not leaving him.

I can't.

We'll see.

And the wedding?

It can be cancelled,
it won't be the first one.

Do you think I'm crazy?

You're alive.

But if I love you too much...

What if I love you too much?

He was deep in this preface
for three days,

together with this obsessive
vision of a running black horse

and a child grabbing its mane.

"Can you hear the hooves
and this beating heart?

It is ours, yours too.

Don't forget to listen to it.

It is the heart
of our incomplete childhood."

I want some medicine...

I always forget the name.

It's for
my husband's cholesterol.

-Tahor.
-That's it.

I'll try to remember.

-Do you have the prescription?
-I do. My husband came back.

He did.

He rang the doorbell,
he had forgotten his keys.

He's resting now.
The trip was tiring.

How annoying.
I had it just before.

Come on.

I can't believe it.

Don't worry,
we'll take care of it.

Don't worry.

Have a seat while you wait.

I'll get it for you.

-What's going on?
-She's sleeping.

Who?

Actually,
I don't want to know.

Mina is losing her mind,
do you want to go and find her?

-I can't, Louis is...
-It won't take long.

OK.

She seems fine.

Let's wait for her at home.

She needs to get back alone.

It's weird, don't you think?

I haven't been back since.

Is it true
that we have to sell?

We have to but she won't.

I need to make a fortune then.

We're counting on you.

When we got here, I thought

that if you put a fridge
and a hob

in my room in Paris,

you could rent it
for at least 600 euros a month.

Because...

I've seen a small studio
in the neighbourhood

and it's quite nice.

It's a good idea.

Are you sure?

Yes.

The ball.

Over there.

There.

"It had kicked and quivered
and she had known.

Now she could say his name
and she said it.

She said: 'Ferdinand,
let's call him Ferdinand'.

Walk, trot and canter.
Bam, on the ground.

The child was now
mastering his mount

and he was galloping.

He was galloping
on the black horse

in the long grass
and he was shouting:

'My name is Ferdinand'.

'Nan, nan, nan' was echoing

until he disappeared
on the horizon,

a little black dot galloping.

A heart can't be mastered,
but who knows?"

We should plant some more, no?

They don't blossom anymore.

Apple trees are self-sterile.

That's what I learned
in Biology class.

You need several species
for them to fertilise.

"Each apple is a flower
that found love".

Your grandfather
would say this each year.

He was very mischievous,
you know?

A bit like you.

When we were first married,

he would subject me
to his brandy of the year ritual.

70%.

He would laugh
when I turned all red.

We still have a barrel
in the attic.

I hid it so your grandfather
wouldn't be tempted.

We could down a glassful.

Barrels are put in the attic

so that the alcohol
evaporates slowly.

It's for the angels.

It is called
"The angels' share".

Maybe the angels
will give some to BonP.

Paul had found a note at home:

"Give me and Ferdinand
some more time.

I love you.

Ada."

It's always
just a matter of time.

Ada loved two men,
or at least she still thought so.

A body can't be torn away
from its habits.

She will come back.

Paul was sure of it
because he was ready now.

"Three months ago, I would never
have been able to live this

and until the end", he thought.

You really
don't grow up with age.

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