All language subtitles for Father.and.Sons.2018.FRENCH.1080p.BluRay.x265-VXT

Dad, are you ok?

There's a problem.

What's wrong?

It's too small.

Sir, we took
the deceased's measurements.

Whose?

Mr. Zuccharelli's.

Jean's, Joseph.

I know my brother.

He's the same size as me.

It's too small.

- Sir?
- Get out.

Dad, please.

See? It's too small.

We took the deceased's measurements.

My brother's!

Please.

Ma'am,

let's go back upstairs.

Come on, Dad.

Please.

Don't tell Joachim I did this.

The discourse
that is rooted in capital phi

is reflected
in the constitution of the subject,

which is what interests the psychiatrist.

Well then, a ghost.

Anyway...

Lacan constantly plays
on the meaning of s.

S as in signifier.

Or s as in subject.

You're playing me, Joachim.

Who do you think you are?

You've been on this psychiatry thesis
for two years now.

- You have no plan, I suppose?
- No.

- No title?
- No.

You know, all those students
who just left,

they write and work,
and don't ask for extensions. Why?

Because their fathers were not
school friends with their supervisor.

That's low. I hate being guilt-tripped.

And I hate pricks!

One question...

You were the keenest student I ever had.

Where did he go?

- How come you're here?
- Get in.

I feel like walking.

André said you were meeting today
about your thesis.

Why are you here, Ivan?

I cut class.

Joachim, how'd it go with André?

I gave him my first draft.

That's good, isn't it?

See you back home.

You know, your uncle
was highly metastasized.

Thank you so much.

He was indeed a good man.

How you doing, Iris?

I am so sad.

You know, I'm your cousin.

You don't do that to your cousin.

Do what?

Do what what?
You never heard of incest?

In Totem and Taboo, it's only prohibited
in the closest degree.

Like with a sister I don't have.

Fortunately.

Can I have a word?

I'm sorry. Actually...

Some faculty friends of Jean's
came to see me.

They want to organize a symposium
in his honor.

I need your help.

I nearly collapsed at the funeral.

I'm tired.

I told them you could help.

No, I can't.

I need to finish my novel.

What?

Finish my novel.

When Jean fell ill,

I gave up my practice,
found a replacement.

- What?
- I didn't tell the boys.

Every day, you tell them
you're going to work?

Yes, but I don't.

I go to a writing class
organized by a nonprofit.

You do a writing class
and no one knows?

No.

Why not tell them?

I tried but I was scared or something.

You're a distant cousin,

not even a real one.
Jean's son's kid.

Cousins can't be closer.

Freud is silent on that.

Let's go for a drink one day, maybe?

- Dude, can we talk?
- Hold on.

How are you, Ivan?

Well?

- That's a refusal?
- Absolutely.

What do you want?

Dad...

What?

- I don't know how to say it, he's...
- In depression?

He wants to be a writer.

Are you drunk?

I only had one.

You only had one?

- Dude, you're hitting on our cousin.
- I'm not.

I'm explaining Totem and Taboo.
What is this shit?

He quit practicing as a doctor.

Ok, he's sick.

How do you do it?

Do what?

Hang in there?

The same as always.

Since I met him, I feel alive.

By being crazy about him.

I'm scared for Dad.

Next time, plastic cups.

- For my funeral?
- Not funny, Dad.

Don't listen to him.

It was a joke.

Boys, I have news for you.

I quit my practice.

When Jean fell ill two years ago,

I devoted myself solely to writing.

Next week, a bookstore
has asked me to read some extracts.

Wonderful, Dad.

Yeah, great.

It's a fine opportunity.

I'm tired. I'm going to bed.

Go to bed, too.

At bedtime tonight,
November 23, 2018 is no more, over.

- So what?
- Will you tell Melissa for me?

Tell her yourself.

She's not talking to me.

- What do I tell her?
- The only response to it...

- To what?
- Time's remortless passage.

Remorseless.

Toward death!

The only response is to date.

- You and Melissa?
- Absolutely!

She's serious
with a guy in 10th grade.

I'm a tiger.

A what?

Pi is an irrational number.

With an infinite number of decimals

and no logical sequence.

The first are 3.14,

159, 265.

Pi has a special place in the world
of mathematics

and has occupied mathematicians
since ancient times.

Rose.

Rose! You told her?

She doesn't care

Melissa, you have the world's
most beautiful neck

and when I see it, my whole body growls.

For Melissa.

My biggest fear
is not being taken seriously.

That's you.

Mine is no one missing me.

Move it.

I'll be the world's best psychoanalyst.

"It is not, believe me,
any mighty crime

"in a young man to wench or drink."

Ivan?

You have something on your mind?

I'm just tired.

Lay down.

I'm good.

Translation is tiring. A combat sport.

Lay down, I said.

- Talk to me if you want.
- In Latin?

No, French to start with.

I dream in Latin sometimes.
I even had a wet...

A dream with a girl, talking in Latin.

- Melissa?
- How do you know?

You told me about her last time.

- She's on your mind?
- Can I make a confession?

I called Suzanne yesterday.

My brother's girlfriend.

Don't do that. They're grownups.

He used to be strong.

A bit like...

Yes, like Putin.

Putin?

The Russian.

What the heck?

Since they split up,

I don't know, he's so...

Not lame but...

A bit tired.

I wanted to be sure
there'd be no reconciliation.

What did she say?

She never wanted to see him again.

I want to help my father too.

It's sweet but it's not up to you to...

You know what Dad's like?

Since Jean died,

he's acting weird.

I sense
something's going to happen to him.

- I hope there'll be a good crowd.
- You bet there will.

I invited buddies from school.

And the janitor's daughter? Melissa?

I invited my Latin tutor.

Latin at home and school,
are you a masochist?

I want to do a Latin thesis.

- At age 9?
- 13!

At 13, aspire to astronaut
or soccer player, not Latin nerd.

- You're an Ovid fanboy?
- I prefer Livy.

So, no Melissa?

My tutor said she knows you.

She's wrong.

She's Laura's best friend.

- Laura?
- Allan's girlfriend.

Your Latin tutor is
Allan's girlfriend's friend?

Name's Esther, right?

I think I know her.

- What did she say about me?
- She didn't mention you.

Tactful.

She just asked if I was your brother.

What did you say?

Guess.

For sure.

Don't worry, there'll be a crowd.

And Dad's got style, so it'll be good.

Hey, buddy.

How's it going?

Ok, short stuff?

I'm going in.

You saw my Dad?

He's inside. The owner's canceling.

- How come?
- Dunno.

- Cool you made it.
- Laura's with a friend.

That's good to hear.

The friend likes you.

Laura's due next month.

Got a smoke?

- Next month.
- Say what?

- I'll be a dad next...
- About Esther.

Apparently, she likes you.

I hope there's a crowd.

You're Ivan's buddies? He's inside.

- Kind of.
- In French class.

- What?
- He helps us, we hang with him.

I'm his brother, jerkwad.

He's in there, right?

Let's go.

This is Joachim, my son.

- Older son?
- That's right.

- Who's doing a thesis.
- Of course.

Not the younger one.

Sorry, Esther.

I teach Latin.
I'm used to empty classes.

It's horrible.
I asked my buddies to come.

Screw them.

They're my friends.

Hi, by the way.

Hi.

Want to sit with Allan and Laura?

Ivan, you can go sit with your buddies.

We're already running 20 minutes late.

Let's start.

Well...

Hello.

Thanks for coming.

As you know,

or do not know perhaps...

my brother died.

He fell ill two years ago.

At that point, I realized
I could not disavow my insatiable

creative urge.

Naturally,

it's slightly at random.

It's important for a writer

to keep his little secrets.

Ivan.

My little Ivan.

Eyes clinging to mine,
tiny hand to the table

he will release
to cast off into the world.

They say, Dad, I'm afraid.

My eyes reply...

Go, my son.

The next extract

is much more rooted
in the problem of the writer and...

Here I am
at my first white sheet, 80 grams,

bought from the stationer's
as if in transgression.

And this whiteness attracts me
like the snow blankets of my youth.

I quiver to make my mark.

I wanted to end this legacy of pain
by laughing more than all the others.

It was my promise to my childhood self.

The sum of the women of my life,
a phallus with an angelic smile.

I'll read you another.

Come to test my power,

a sort of hamfisted Tower of Pisa.

One last one.

Encroaching on the intimate.

More cavalier, I'd say.

My heart beats like mad.

And my liquid soul gushes
on my first mistress's voluminous bosom.

She smiles at me.

I freeze the moment in eternity.

There we are.

Go fuck yourselves, you losers!

Stop!

Stop!

- What's gotten into you?
- Fat fools!

You want me to have a heart attack?

Don't give a shit!

Whoa, guys!

- My heart's giving out!
- So what?

- What's your problem?
- You and Dad are deadbeats!

- Calm down.
- Let go, I said!

Calm down first!

Dad has no future as a writer.
And you're worse!

You waste your life. I hate you guys!

You're not men.

Cool it.

Little jerk!

Excuse me, can I get a light?

What happened with Ivan earlier?

He's a little jerk.
How can you face teaching him?

Stop it.

He's a bigmouth. No life, all mouth.
I can't stand the jerk.

Are you done?

You remember or not?

Can I have a sip of your beer?

Thanks.

The first time we met, you remember?

It was two months ago with Laura.

You said you'd revolutionize psychiatry.

I'm disinhibited when I drink.

No, it was at noon.

You said Suzanne was Mont Blanc.

- Take away Mont Blanc and there's...
- A windswept plain?

So you remember?

You think Ivan really hates me?

See you again soon?

I don't know.

- What are you doing here?
- You'll wake Dad.

What's your deal?

Calm down, buddy.

What time is it?

Sorry about earlier. You too, I hope.

I gotta be up in an hour.

So you're awake now.
Can I talk with my little brother?

I wanna do something with my life.

Shit!

Cool, your Latin tutor.

Not her again.
I thought you were in love with Suzanne.

I think I'm in love with her.

Sad over one, in love with another?
You never loved Suzanne?

She's seeing another guy.
I'm just a clown.

You believe in nothing.
Your life's futile.

Hey, calm down.

I'll love Suzanne my whole life
but I'm...

I'm a tiger.

- You and Dad are better in an asylum.
- Knock it off.

Knock it off!

C'mon, Joachim. Please.

Those are my pens.

I'll sleep here.
I don't wanna sleep alone.

Shit! You're kidding me.

- You guys can't sleep either?
- I was sleeping fine.

I can't get a wink.

Can we talk tomorrow?

Went quite well, the reading.

Screw this, I'll cut class.

You're going to class, come on.

I'm the eldest now.

There's no one above me.

Since Jean died...

Dad, we were having a conversation here.

I'm caught between worlds,
the living and the dead.

Dad!

Ivan, don't listen.

At my writing class,
I met a young woman.

She finds that my style
brings to mind Tolstoy.

Great, Dad.

She's funny.

At the same time, like that.

Move it!

That's right, like that.

Seriously, it's too cold to run.

That's the warm-up, now we run.

- No way. Ivan, tell him.
- I don't care.

Thanks a bunch.

Come on, Joachim!

It's torture, fucking impossible!

Let's go!

I need a pee.

We'll wait here, then we go for it.

Try to loosen up.

If you're so worried, quit smoking.

I've cut down.

Cut it out completely, much better.

You're cold.

Look how you're dressed.

Here.

Thanks.

I was called to see the principal,
since the funeral.

Your brother writes racy poems

that he distributes in class.

For sure. Erotic poems.

It's very embarrassing.

The jerk!

And in his room...

- You snooped on him?
- No, I did not.

I did not snoop on him.

- I'm taking an interest.
- Unbelievable.

I found religious texts
that he annotates.

- No way.
- He's obsessed by Christ.

A mystical crisis!

How about a race for fun?

What's your deal with God?

First to the end there.

Fuck it!

Dad!

Carry him.

- Carry him!
- I can't.

Come and help us.

- Carry him!
- Call an ambulance.

What's wrong with him?

- Carry him!
- The recovery position.

At your age, I'd carry him.

Why tell her to come?

- You have no strength.
- Answer me.

I wanted to see her.

Joseph Zuccharelli's sons?

Come with me.

You stay there, Ivan.

Stay there, please.

His arteries 70% blocked.

In any case, death does not exist.

It's just exhaustion.

Take a seat.

That's fine, thanks.

A serious case of exhaustion.

Your father's well
but this has badly weakened him.

His artery was over 70% blocked,
meaning...

I know. I studied medicine.

So you know he needs to be careful.

Some sport, not too much.
And a rigorously healthy lifestyle.

No sudden movements,
no strong emotions.

Breathing's allowed, though?

I'm just saying he needs to go easy.

I can come with you to see him
if you want.

Ivan, stay in your seat, please.

- Melissa, can we talk?
- Not if it's dirty.

No, I want to talk seriously.

You have the balls to tell me?

- What?
- You're in love with me.

You won't say it?

Don't be scared, you know.

I have to tell you...

- You been in love with me long?
- Almost all year.

Go ahead.

You feel anything for me?

- You don't think...
- We'd be great together.

Some people fall in love with love.

- I know this is real.
- So what is it?

Love is when you realize
you can't be alone.

- You're not.
- I am.

- Aren't.
- Am.

Being alone's no fun.
You have a family, friends...

That's irrelevant.

What I mean is, alone deep down.
I'm sure you know that feeling.

That's why I fell for you.
You're like me. We're different.

Others don't think like we do.
We think about life.

See what I mean?

I don't know. What do you mean exactly?

I mean, it's like
there's something missing deep down.

You can heal that with love.

For example, you ever close your eyes
alone in bed?

- Close my eyes to go to sleep?
- No...

Party at my place Saturday.
Wanna come?

I won't have time.

- Back off.
- Little scumbag.

Close your eyes

and look deep inside yourself.
It's scary.

You realize that by blocking out
everything around you

and wondering
what you are deep down,

it's like you're literally
a speck in a big void.

You see?

Ok then...

We have a soul, right?

If you focus on what's inside you,
what makes up your soul,

you realize it's only you
and nobody can join you deep inside you.

See what I mean?

You thought about it, right?

A bit, maybe. I don't remember.

Anyway, how about we go out?

No.

Let's go.

Yes, that's me.

Holy shit!

Sorry. Yes, alright...

I'm on my way, ok?

- What's with you two?
- Me?

He'll get a talking-to.

Come in.

Afternoon.

Joachim, my elder son.

- Excuse me...
- Please, take a seat.

Great sense of timing.

When Dad needs to take it easy.

- I know he's having...
- I'm here.

I know Ivan is having a difficult time
with your cancer.

I don't have cancer.

You don't have cancer?

He...

Ivan told you I had...

cancer?

Cancer of what?

Of the testicles?

No, I hate to disappoint you.

- It was a minor heart attack.
- I'm so sorry.

No problem.

Sorry, Ivan.

- Cancer of the testicles, really?
- I don't talk to weaklings.

What did he do exactly?

Ivan assaulted one of his classmates.

And threatened to throw him
in the tiger den.

- In the tiger den?
- They were visiting the zoo.

He didn't?

Thank goodness.
His classmate is traumatized.

- What came over you?
- I demonstrated my strength.

You demonstrated your stupidity.

You're all losers.

Step outside.

Joachim, go with your brother.

Wait in Mrs. Prin's office.

How is the other boy?

Fine, don't worry.

Good.

I must act.

Of course.

Meaning?

A 3-day suspension.

To think about what he did.

I'm going to smoke.

School Psychologist

- She's away.
- She's here Thursdays.

Take a hike.

My appointment's at 3.

Come back in 15 minutes.

You're not one of our students.

That's true.

- Nor a teacher.
- No, I'm not a teacher.

So who are you?

Actually, we're colleagues.
I mean, I'm writing my thesis.

- Where's your brother?
- Don't know.

Come on.

Goodbye, ma'am.

Goodbye.

You're Ivan's older brother?

Unfortunately, yes.

He has anger issues.

- He comes in?
- I've been here two months.

He comes to see me every week.

- You're Joachim?
- He talks about me?

You're the person
he most admires on earth.

Along with his father. Your father.

Maybe you'd remind him next time.

Where are you at with Suzanne?

Excuse me?

I love her so much.

Yes, but I'm sorry,
you shouldn't get so worked up.

I'm a trainee replacing the replacement.

- They had burnouts.
- Awful.

I know.

I only have sad memories.

I've no idea what she wore
last time we met.

I think it was a red blouse
but I'm not sure.

Maybe it was black or pale pink.

You've kept no happy memories?

Think back.
Go ahead, you'll find some.

I'm sure of it.

I might have one.

- It's crap but the best ever memory.
- Go ahead.

We had a little routine.

We'd walk up to Belleville
and look down on Paris.

We barely stayed twenty minutes,

kissing and looking at the city.

That's all.

It's excellent.

World's best ever memory.

You've been back since?

No, I can only go with her, for sure.

- I had an appointment.
- Wait outside.

No way, I'm staying.

Wait your turn.

And you're not seeing anyone?

Girls?

An analyst.

Not for a year.
She thinks it's all good.

Aren't you Ivan's big brother?
Why are you crying, dude?

He said...

Sam, please.

He said what?

- He said...
- Spit it out.

Just that you're in a bad way.

I feel ambivalent to life,
torn between distress and indifference.

A drink?

Yes. I mean, no.

You should...

- You should go back.
- To my shrink?

Belleville, the view.

Not a word to Ivan.

Are you kidding?

I'm feeling ambivalent to life, too.

Thanks.

Dad, pull over.

No way.

Dad, I want to get out. Pull over.

- Hello, my child.
- Hello, sir.

- What can I do for you?
- Nobody believes anymore. It's horrible.

My brother sucks and my father's ill.

- Forgive them.
- Not a chance.

What is your error?

Sir, I'm deeply in love
with a girl in my class, Melissa.

At the same time, well...

I think I want all the girls at school.

I dream of them naked. It's too much.

I want to be in love, sir. Is that wrong?

Find the truth in your heart
and grasp it.

In my heart?

Try to get closer to it.

Aren't there exercises I can do outside?

Contemplate your heart, my child.

You wouldn't have a light?

You'd better not.

Seriously, I love your flowers.

We can eat another time.

Are you kidding?

I'll just get changed.

What happened with Suzanne?

I heard you but why ask?

- It wasn't just time?
- No.

So what happened?

I can't discuss this
with you half-naked.

Tell me.

- I should cover up?
- Definitely not.

How can I explain it?

We both lived in Athens.

Me, writing my thesis.
Her, working as a hospital intern.

- She did psychiatry too?
- Yup.

Everything was just fine

until I dated another girl.

And another.

Cut that out, will you?

It was the curse of young sweethearts.

She was worse.
Suzanne's very committed.

She started seeing one of her patients.

Why's that worse?

I'm open-minded
but there are breaking points.

- Stuff you can do and I can't?
- Exactly.

- Dumb, aren't you?
- Exactly. What?

The patient affair kept going?

All over in a flash,

like colorectal cancer.

I returned devastated from Athens.

You miss her.

You know, some girls

are psychologically strange.

They want to repair cracks.

It's not necessarily love.

More a kind of consolation.

Those girls are dangerous.

What you doing there, dude?

I have no keys.

- And Dad?
- Having dinner with Agathe.

- Why didn't you call?
- I did.

You didn't call.

Sorry, you did. It was on mute.

- Were you with Esther?
- No, not Esther.

- You can tell me.
- I wasn't with Esther.

I was with Allan. He's gonna be a dad.

Want to get some food?

Come on.

Why the swimming pool?

I don't know.

No, that's really cool.

- See you again soon?
- I gotta hang up, sorry.

No drink for you?

- Who was that?
- A buddy.

Go get a cola if you want.

What's going on?

It's only beer.

Dad lets you do that?

He's not here, so I guess.

- How'd your suspension go?
- Like you care.

You didn't miss Melissa?

The janitor's daughter.

What did you get up to?

I read.

- Religious stuff?
- Not stuff.

The Old Testament.

3-day bible study, age 9.

- I'm 13.
- So act like it.

I don't need your advice.

What happened?

We used to be so tight.

- I'm out of cash.
- As ever.

Just saying, drinks on you.

Easy, buddy.

Two shots of green stuff, please.

- Jet?
- Yeah, Jet.

It's on me.

It's terrifying. I'm gonna be a dad.

Just saying it, it's nuts.

Know what?
We do a shot every 10 minutes.

After 5, every 5 minutes.

You're not listening, right?

I gave you the world's best reply.

In 50 minutes, a shot every 5 minutes?

In 30 minutes.

A shot takes 2 seconds.

- And between shots?
- Smoke, whatever.

Or beers. Shot-beer-shot-beer.

How do you do that? It burns.

Ignore it.

It burns.

Shut it out.

- To Laura!
- To you!

My 13-year-old brother's an alcoholic.

How come?

He downs beers in front of me.

He wasn't very smiley last time.

- I don't know what happened.
- You ever saw a happy 13-year-old?

- I was happy at 13.
- Me too, I suppose.

Look at you now.

- What?
- We shoulda been sadder then.

- Let it out at 13.
- He believes in God.

- He says I believe in nothing.
- 'Cause not in God?

- Sure, look at us.
- Why us?

Look at me. I miss her so bad

I feel like I'm...

- Mont Blanc?
- No, the plain.

If you took away the...

Whatever.

That's 10 minutes.

I gotta get some sleep.

Already? After this dance,
I'm going home.

I know you'll go home.

See you tomorrow, dude.

Say, see you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow!

I'll walk with you to school.

Fine, act deaf. I'll follow you.

Gonna get in a fight today?

Next time, fight for real.

No sissy shit.

Even from here, you stink of booze.

Says Europe's youngest alcoholic?

Go to bed.

I'm walking you to school.

Have a great day, Ivan!

Hurry up, will you?

- Do I smell cigarettes?
- No.

Just a moment of peace and quiet.

I was headed to Ivan's for a lesson

but he's going to your Dad's reunion.

What reunion?

- You want to come to Ivan's? And mine?
- Tonight?

I'd like that. Hold on a second.

- Dad?
- Your brother cut class again.

I'm tired of it.

You're taking Ivan to a reunion?

Why ask you?
You do nothing with us anymore.

- Where are you?
- Out.

I'll need the car for the reunion.

- I'm using it.
- I'll call you back.

- Tonight, I'm with Agathe.
- Great, Dad, gotta go.

- You're at college?
- Seeing a friend.

- A girl?
- If it was, wouldn't you be jealous?

Hold on a second.

Is this Mr. Zuccharelli?

- Yes, who are you?
- Mrs. Okbi, deputy principal.

Your father told me to call
about Ivan's truancy.

- He told me...
- I heard, but why?

Does Ivan seem well?

Look, I'm busy just now.
Call his father, and that's not me.

I mean, the real Mr. Zuccharelli.

You wouldn't be jealous?

A bit. I have a boyfriend, remember.

- So easygoing.
- You won't say where?

Meeting someone about something.

- See you at mine later?
- Ok, see you.

Alfred!

- I know you?
- Joseph's son.

- Ivan?
- Joachim, the elder son.

Alright.

- I need to talk.
- No time.

It's important.

- What are you doing?
- And you? What is this shit?

- How'd you get that?
- A refusal? Aren't you Dad's friend?

- You open his mail?
- It's lucky I was home.

You know he's fragile right now?

How can you betray him like this?

Why refuse to publish my father?

You're a maniac!

Keep calm, this is nothing personal.

You expect me to keep calm?

You know he's fragile right now?

- Ok, Alfred?
- Just fine, thanks.

I just want an answer.

- You read it?
- The letter?

No, your father's novel.

No, but I know
he's been compared to Tolstoy.

- I'd be amazed.
- Don't be unpleasant.

- You pest.
- You're best friends.

No, although I have
a lot of affection for him.

Who said we're best friends?

Your letter says it's unpolished.

That means bad. It can't be right.

So he's not Tolstoy?

Is it that bad?

You want a coffee?

Can you set up a meeting
and say you haven't read it?

Kind of...

- He's fragile.
- That's cowardly.

Yes, it's cowardly. Do it, please.

And no coffee, thanks.

Do you mind?

Leave that alone.

Joseph, this is Alfred.

- How are you? You read it?
- That's why I'm calling.

Did you like it?

No.

I mean, I haven't read it.

- Alright.
- I'm swamped.

I think you'll like it.

And I want to tell the boys,
who think I'm a...

What do they call it?

- A loser.
- No, come off it.

A dork, that's it.

I really want to tell Ivan.
The older one couldn't care less.

- The next step?
- Let's meet.

Excellent. I'll call you back.

Yes, call me back. See you very soon.

What's a dork?

A dork's a moron.
We don't think he's a dork.

- Let's not stay long.
- We just got here.

- Seriously, please.
- Brave it out.

How are you, Marc?

I'm good.

Really good.

This is Ivan.

Hello, Ivan.

Your grandson?

He's my father.

I have an older boy, too.

- How's your practice?
- He quit medicine.

You quit medicine?

Honey, pick us up something to drink.

Shit!

I'm a writer now.

Ivan Zuccharelli, nice to meet you.

- Anna, hi.
- Can I buy you a drink?

- It's free.
- That's true.

I write, basically.

- Thanks, my boy.
- Watch out, it's not great.

What was the teacher's name?

The Physics teacher?

Look, Zucca.

You look just like me.

- Wanna go outside?
- Can't hear you.

Come with me.

What was his name? Jean-Pierre?

No, it was Jean-Paul.

Shit, that's revolting.

- Want some? Warm you up?
- I'm not cold.

Come on, just a little.

Leave me alone.

My father brought girls here.

Here, head back.

- Unbelievable.
- Mad, isn't it?

I want more.

- My mother told me about your father.
- They dated as kids.

He dumped her.

What a jerk.

- Totally.
- Totally what?

My father's not a jerk.

Cherry flavor.

Smells good, doesn't it?

Just for the cherry.

- I'll kiss you.
- You bet.

- Just put some gloss on.
- What?

Gloss for a kiss.

Shit!

Go on.

What's your thing about?

Where's Ivan? My son?
Have you seen my son?

You said, just some gloss.

- You want to kiss or not?
- I want to kiss.

So leave this to me.

- You're pretty like that.
- Stop it.

You're prettier as a girl.

Are you done?

Shit!

Come on!

Here.

Wipe your face clean.

Sorry, forgot my makeup remover.

I don't want Agathe to see you like that.

Agathe, you know?
Who says I write like Tolstoy.

We're picking her up.

- It's our stop.
- No, just sit down.

I'm going for a drink with Agathe.
Go straight home!

- The body of Christ.
- Amen.

I came to say I'm over God.

When you have desire,
you don't need God.

- You often do this?
- What's this?

- This. Coming by people's...
- And smoking cigarettes?

You often go to a guy's place?

Even when the guy's not your guy?

Is it against the law, you think?

Against the law, no,
but morality with regard to God.

I don't believe in God.

Me neither, but don't sound so confident.
You never know.

It's none of your business.

You are so easygoing.

You say that 'cause I'm a girl.

It's scary, women's desire.

What do you want?

Are you alone?

- Sure.
- Can I come in?

No way, I'm asleep, buddy.

Don't call me buddy.

You came home alone?
Why are you alone? Where's Dad?

Out with Agathe.

What do you want?

I just wanted to say
you and Suzanne were amazing.

I miss her a lot.

Sleep well, bro.

Hold on...

Just one little second.

You're kidding me. What?

- All good?
- Yes! Just fine.

What?

Goodnight, my loves.

Joseph, what are you doing?

It's 4 a.m. What are you doing?

Looking for a cigarette.

I met Isabelle when I was 18.

Isabelle?

My children's mother.

She left me

for a beefcake.

A diplomat.

Not even a diplomat.
He worked for an embassy.

She left me after Ivan was born.

Anyway...

Whatever...

Meeting her started my life as a man.

Let me have a puff.

I was very disciplined.

Seeing as I was studying medicine.

I was curious, inquisitive. I wanted...

I wanted
to experience and know everything.

Since Jean's death, I...

I feel...

like I did when my parents died.

I was 11 years old. 11!

That's Ivan's age.
Too young, you see?

All I've done

was for my parents to see me.

I'd won a prize.

They died without seeing it.

My big brother

will never see your beauty.

He won't see my book.

We do it all so our fathers see us.

And they die before they do.

Give me a cigarette.

Fathers can be so

selfish.

Even me, with my children,
with my treasures,

I know what I'm like.
I was too hard on Joachim.

I was too cold.

I wanted him to see
how lucky he was to have parents.

I spoke to his supervisor.

He kept saying
what a brilliant student he is.

Sharp.

You know what I felt?

Jealousy.

What kind of man
is jealous of his own son?

And Ivan...

Ivan is a joy.

If he had any idea of the celebrations
after his birth...

Everybody loves him.

Joachim slept next to him for a month.
When I asked why,

he said, I'm watching Ivan breathing.

I feel like a child.

Hurt.

We're all here.

A hurt child desperately seeking
eye contact with his dead.

I allowed Isabelle to wither.

I don't get my children.
They're a mystery to me.

I don't get the world of the living.

Forgive me.

Our timing is awful, isn't it?

It doesn't really matter.

See you again soon?

- We have to come with you?
- You bring me luck, I told you.

For a business meeting,
you turn up with your two sons?

It's what Dad wants.

Alfred's a friend. He'll understand.

- I'll wait across the street.
- Do it for me for once.

Shit, Joachim! Come on.

Language.

I'd be reassured if you're there.

I'll wait for you. Ivan, come with me.

We're running late.

Any chance of some whiskey in the Coke?

Two beers
and a whiskey and Coke?

Why bring your son?

Is it a problem?

Go ahead.

- I sent you letters.
- No.

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

I sent letters
and your son hid them.

Not Ivan, the other one.

Yes, Joachim.

What about Joachim?

Why would he do that?

He hid the letters I sent you.

He paid me a visit.

What are you saying?

He came to see me and...

He asked me to publish you. There.

He tried to convince me.

Why would he...

Let's talk outside.

Ivan, can you leave us alone
for a few minutes?

Are you sure, Dad?

I didn't want you to come.

What? You look almost nice.

You really went to the guy's office?

Did you really?

Unbelievable.

Let me see my nephew.

Godson, dude, not nephew.

My godson, sorry.

We were scared he had a heart defect.

What's wrong with your little heart?

Let me see.

All in working order.

Want to listen to the pulse of a guy
who whined for centuries?

Look.

Racing, isn't it?

Because of your parents' friend.

Because of a Latin teacher.

What are you doing here?

Ivan's missing.

What are you talking about?

I went to see a movie.

Since I came out two hours ago,
I've been waiting.

He's gone.

He can't be far, calm down.
What movie did you see?

Something stupid.

I'm sorry, it's my fault.

Go back home.

Dad, go home.

I'll find him.

I'm sorry, honey.

What are you doing?

- You're nuts.
- I'm the world's biggest lover.

My parents will freak.

I fear nothing.

- Come on.
- What? Where?

I'm coming.

I ardently want to sleep with you.

How are you, bro?

Where are you?
2 hours I've been calling.

I'm outside school.

I love you.

Same here, bro.

I'm on my way.

You waited up for me, Dad?

Where's your brother?

There's something he has to do.

FATHER AND SONS

Subtitles: Simon John