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I'm coming! One minute...

It's the door, but where's the...

- The key? - The key, yes, the key.

- The key is in the lock. You leave it on the door.

- But where is the door? - Uh...

The door is in front of you and the key is in the lock.

- No, she's not here, shit! - No, but don't panic.

Reach out to find the handle.

- Okay. - And you turn.

- Ah, there you go. Here we are, I found it.

That's it? You turn?

Yes, yes, wait. I...

But in what sense?

- To the right.

- Well, this is it.

- Hello dad. - Hello my dear.

Here, sit down there. -Yes.

Despite my little problems... And you?

- How are you. - And the person you take care of?

Finally, your child?

- Linn?

His mistress has been ill for a month.

- Ah good.

Isn't that too annoying?

- I hope she won't be late.

Take.

- What about your business? Finally, you see what I mean.

- I work a lot. There will be commemorations.

I finish the translation

from the correspondence of Annemarie Schwarzenbach.

- How do you say? - Swiss German writer.

She was close to Klaus Mann.

- Wait, Klaus Mann, I know that name...

- He's the son of Thomas Mann, your favorite writer.

Oh yes, damn it. Sure!

- I will help you.

Put down your phone, to eat.

- No, I'm not sure.

You never know, if Leila tries to reach me.

- Well, we'll pick up.

We will hear it. -You think?

- But yes. - I'm not sure it works.

- He works, I called you before coming.

- Well... - Here.

Hubbub

Mom! Can we go to the park?

All my friends go there. - A kiss first.

Was school good?

- Yes, we made an intrusion alert.

- What? - In the event of a terrorist attack.

- Ah! And what does it consist of?

- You have to lie down on the ground until the police arrive.

Ah Super. Here I am reassured.

Did you say thank you to the lady? - Yes.

- Clement?

- Good morning.

- "The lady", it does not make me any younger!

- I didn't recognize you with the glasses.

- He is beautiful, your son.

- Thanks. - He grew up.

- How are you? - But yes. And you?

- I thought you were at the North Pole.

- And no, I'm Parisian.

It's less romantic than what you imagine.

Have you finished translating the letters that kept you busy?

- I gave you one of his books. "Where is the land of promises?"

I read it on a boat between Tasmania and Antarctica.

Wow. And did you like it?

The book? Yes a lot.

- And the shipping? - It was good.

Apart from seasickness. - You'll have to tell me.

- Why me? - You're the one leaving.

- I don't leave all the time, and that's not a reason.

- It's true.

Fanfare

*It took us an hour to reach the beach.

*It was my first experience of war.

*At one point we hit

*one of the underwater obstacles, posed by the Germans.

*We were trapped.

*We were then asked to evacuate the barge

*and the ramp lowered.

*Several men, who were at the front of the boat,

*were immediately slaughtered.

*Those who were not hit had to jump into the sea

*with their heavy equipment. Many drowned.

Sweet piano melody

- "Appeal"?

- "Distilled in a pot still?"

- Uh... "Gooseneck?"

- That is the identity card of calvados and barrels.

At the very top is the tank number.

She speaks in English.

- I thought we were hugging? Huh, Linn?

- Yes. - The hug is for two.

- Come on, get dressed, we have plenty to do.

- What?

- Visit your great-grandmother

and then to your grandfather.

- You can't do this to me.

- You could show more enthusiasm.

You haven't seen them for ages.

They will be so happy.

Take.

I'm coming.

Hello, Linn.

I am glad to see you. -Me too.

- Between.

- Hello, Jacqueline. - Hello, Sandra.

- I help you?

How are you feeling?

You're feeling good? - Yes, I am fine.

- Not too tired? - Sometimes it's hard...

...to live.

I go out from time to time,

to go to the hairdresser, to go...

The pedicure, it comes, the manicure, it comes.

You have to go to the dentist

you have to go for the eyes, for the ears. Oh...

Everything that needs fixing is unbelievable.

And again, I don't do everything. Because...

There would be too much to do.

Then, I can't always go out.

I can't go down the stairs.

Somebody's gotta get down in front of me

that I see coming down.

Me, I cling to the bars,

like I was in a cage.

It spoils the output a bit.

Then in the street,

when you're in a wheelchair,

we look at you a little differently.

Because we know that you are very old.

But the people are nice.

"Oh poor lady,

"with his wheelchair. "

I'm fine, I'm always relaxed.

Don't let people feel sorry for you.

Don't let them have pity.

You have to show that you are there.

That you are a living person.

Pity is not necessary.

You should never accept pity.

- Have you seen Leila this week? - Yes.

Well, that was a while ago.

I'm still afraid... - That she won't come anymore?

- Yes that's it.

- You know she loves you.

- Oh yes, really.

But she has a lot of...

Exactly.

- It's true,

but she comes every week.

- I finished my drawing, it's for you.

- Thanks.

Excuse me, darling, but I'm in a little pain.

- I'll take you.

Here, the bowl is there.

No, over there.

- It'll be okay? - Yes, don't worry about me.

- You don't answer?

- This is my father. - What if he has a problem?

- He must have a problem.

- That's not nice.

- I'll call him back, okay?

Are you giving me a taste?

- Thanks.

- Will you give it back to me?

- She is too good. - Will you give it back to me?

But it's my ice cream!

- In recent weeks, his condition has deteriorated a lot.

He can no longer go to the bathroom alone or put on his pyjamas,

he has hallucinations.

He can no longer make do with one visit a day.

He needs full time support.

We have no choice, we have to put him in Ehpad.

You agree, I think? -Yes.

- Leila and your aunt would like to put him in a private nursing home.

The problem with the private

is that if we want it to be in Paris and correct,

it is overpriced.

Your father with his teacher's pension, he can't afford it.

And no one in the family has that kind of means.

I visited two inexpensive private nursing homes,

they treat people like cattle.

It's money factories, it's horrible.

The newspapers are full of edifying articles on this subject.

I've saved it for you, if you're interested.

- Thanks.

I have the addresses of 2 public nursing homes that have been recommended to me.

There's one in the 18th that looked pretty good to me.

Anyway, I warn you, it's not funny.

Your father is likely to be GIR 1.

- What does it mean?

- This is the level of addiction.

GIR 1 is the maximum.

He will find himself surrounded by people

who are 20 years older than him, and Alzheimer's.

The ones I've seen are walking dead.

Since he can't see, he may not realize anything.

Take.

- Thanks.

- Audiences have endless waiting lists.

There are for one to two years.

Someone has to die to free up a bed.

The private ones have shorter lists.

Besides, we have to return his apartment

and think about what to do with your business.

- Is it that urgent? - Ah, well yes.

If we want to put him in an nursing home at 5,000 bucks a month,

we will need money.

You can't let your retirement evaporate

in renting an apartment where he will never return.

- What are we going to do with his books?

- I dunno.

Give them away.

Or throw them away.

- To throw them?

Why not burn them while you're at it?

- My cellar is full to bursting.

- His books are his whole life.

- I know, but what do you want?

- We have 1 hour walk to return to the base,

it's getting chilly, especially with the wind.

Minus 30 maybe.

I hadn't looked before going out, because we were pretty tipsy.

That's when I heard the noise.

And in fact, I rather felt it.

A dull shock, boom.

Then it starts again, a second, louder.

The ice under our feet shakes a little,

and there, we look at each other with Yannick...

It took us a while to understand.

- It was what? He laughs softly.

- It was Yannick who said it first.

"A sea leopard,

"Only this beast can hit like that. "

It had been following us for a few minutes.

- A sea leopard?

And what is it?

- A ferocious predator.

The Antarctic sea ice is his home.

- You're kidding? You are kidding me.

- No not at all. For him, there is no doubt.

He is at the very top of the food chain.

He eats a bit of everything

seals, penguins, sea lions.

He doesn't come near us

when you are on the edge of the continent.

But if he's hungry, he won't ask too many questions.

- I do not believe you.

- I'm not lying to you.

Look it up on the Internet.

Okay.

Your wife and son,

How do they experience it when you leave for 6 months?

- Not always well. It is very far and very long.

- At the same time, it's romantic.

- Valérie doesn't see it that way.

- You don't talk to me often about her. I saw her only once.

- You just have to ask me questions.

- How long have you been together?

- Ten years.

- And how are you?

- Average, if you want to know.

- Because of your travels? - No.

Finally, not only.

We moved away.

- And you still love each other? He laughs softly.

- If we love each other?

- Why are you smiling? - Your way of asking.

- And you, have you met anyone? - Me? No.

- I can not believe it. - Nevertheless.

- Nothing since Julian's death? - Nothing for 5 years.

"Is his memory stopping you?"

- No I think not.

But I feel like my love life is behind me.

You have the right to love and be loved.

- Positive emotions appeal to readers.

But the study also shows

that the strongest emotion is anger.

Articles that make readers angry

are 30% more likely...

- Sandra Kienzler?

- Yes?

- Are you the daughter of Georg Kienzler?

He told me you were a translator.

I was one of his students.

- Ah okay. - He was a great teacher.

I happen to reread his lessons.

- I'll tell him, it will make him happy.

- Can you give me his email? I would like to write to him.

- Uh, yes... I'll give you mine.

He has difficulty reading.

It is better that you write to me, and I will read to him.

- But is he well?

- He has health problems.

- I hope it's not too serious. - Whether...

It's a disease...

Sorry... Goodbye.

- You agree?

Do you agree that this situation cannot go on any longer?

It's too hard for you to go on living alone here.

- Yes.

- You can no longer find your way around the apartment.

You tell me that you have anxiety attacks,

that you feel lost.

- Absolutely.

- Do you agree that a solution must be found?

Together. Because you are suffering.

Yes.

- And what do you propose?

- What I propose to you is a transfer

in a place where you will feel safe,

where we can take care of you.

A temporary stay in the hospital to find a lasting solution.

You agree,

I believe, Mr. Kienzler?

- "Alright Alright"...

I find the term somewhat misleading.

- Tell me, what would seem more suitable to you?

- Good morning. Is this here for Mr. Kienzler?

- Yes, it's here.

You are? -His ex-wife.

His wife.

- Good morning. - His sister.

- Good morning. - Her daughters.

His doctor. -Good morning.

- And Mr. Kienzler.

- Honey, there are people from the Samu who have arrived.

They will take you to the hospital.

I'll come with you in the ambulance, okay?

- I stay with you, I do not leave you.

- Okay.

- Sir can move?

- He can walk

but he can't go down the stairs.

- I'll put him in the chair.

He won't have to walk.

- I'm going to pack his suitcase.

- We put you in the chair. - Yes.

- At three, I'll rock you. One, two, boom.

We will lift you at three. We raise, one, two, three.

- Ahead.

- We pivot.

Madam, it's all good.

Can you prepare his papers? Identity card, vital card...

- I have to tell you.

I did my first ANV-Cop 21 action.

- Ah.

So?

- I got a portrait of Macron.

What?

We are called 3 hours before the action for a non-violence training.

We are warned that the action is not strictly legal

Five years in prison and a fine of 75,000 euros.

- She votes Macron

and then she takes down his portrait.

- You too, you voted Macron.

- With a gun to his head.

My vote does not constitute approval. - Neither did mine.

We vote for and against someone at the same time.

It is complex thought.

It's complex. You can not understand.

- That's it!

- We arrive in the town hall of the 19th,

almost welcomed with open arms.

But here we realize that the problem

it's that we don't have the screwdriver to unhook the painting.

So we go buy one from the color merchant.

And then we get out of there fast.

I had a little trouble running, because of my knees.

- Excuse me, my father has been waiting for 5 hours.

- Yes, we will take care of it. - Thanks.

- What do they want from us? What are they Nazis?

- No, dad, it's just the emergency room.

- Ah good? And Leila, is she okay?

What becomes of her? - She went to sit next to her.

- I wouldn't want the same thing to happen to him.

- Nothing will happen to him.

But I'll go get her.

See you. -Yes.

He wants you.

Sirens

- Leila went back with him.

I'll go, the babysitter has been waiting for me for hours.

- Me too, I will soon.

- Go ahead, we stay.

- Can I take a sip? - Yeah.

- I saw a show about emergencies.

In the United States, there is no longer a problem with emergencies.

They put the emergencies in the supermarkets.

Private medical offices for minor emergencies.

It pays off, people come by, they do their shopping.

That way, the ER won't be overloaded.

In addition, over there, the hospital is very expensive.

- I will leave you. - I'll go too.

- HI!

- Hi. - Hi.

- I was passing by, I wanted to see your work.

- You did well.

There, it is the floor of our earthly colleagues.

They like rocks.

Me too, I like rocks. But ours are smaller.

- Not very high-tech, your lab. - Yeah, you see, it's disappointing.

Most analyzes are done outside.

Here, we make our brain work

and prepare samples.

Here, we arrive at the floor of the extraterrestrials.

We leave the world of reasonable people.

I present to you Aurélie. We've been working together for 15 years.

Sandra, a friend who wanted to see my office.

Did you finish prep?

- Yes, I found the correct beam settings.

Have you noticed that the MEB has a stability problem?

You have a good image, you tweak the settings

and it jumps, you have to start all over again.

- Was your support sufficiently conductive?

- Are you asking me that?

Yes, he was sufficiently conductive.

Why is it always me who types the images

- The last time, precisely,

we couldn't find our way, with your images.

They had been made a little quickly.

Alright, come on, I'm off.

I bring them the sample, we put it under vacuum

and I'm riding the cup on the line tomorrow morning.

Well, goodbye.

- Bye. - Hi.

- So this is where you work.

- The fear of screwing up an analysis,

to lose a valuable sample,

or miss an obvious result.

Do you want me to show the mass spectrometer?

It is the most beautiful instrument in the world.

- Gladly. - Come.

Okay, that doesn't necessarily speak to you. It is an ion microprobe.

It's not the latest model.

but for what we're doing here, she's perfect.

We put the sample here and we do the analyzes there.

And the images appear on this screen.

For example,

the micrometeorite cup that Aurélie took away.

Once analyzed at the Synchrotron, it is reported here

and we do other analyzes with this instrument.

For example, isotopic imaging.

- Isotopic imaging, of course.

Good...

I go.

I promised my daughter to go to her fencing lesson.

She sighs.

- I thought you were leaving?

- Not if you kiss me. - You kissed me.

Oh, me? Anything.

It would never have crossed my mind.

You are my friend. -Oh yeah?

Look how you did. Like that.

- No, but anything.

You are really in bad faith.

The guy throws himself on you and then... - "The guy!"

I show you how it feels when the guy throws himself on you?

- Yeah, let's see...

- Do you often get pinned against a wall?

- Not in an astrophysicist's office.

- A cosmochemist. - A cosmochemist, sorry.

No it's the first time.

- Do you think we could meet again soon?

- We could consider it.

Are you ready? On guard.

Come on, get back to fighting.

- You arrived late!

- Sorry, darling.

There was a metro breakdown, I'm sorry.

- Hold and hold.

- Make sure, huh!

You are a pro!

I didn't realize he had accumulated so much stuff.

These little cars... Why?

- He collected them. It's like knives.

Save them for the hospital, he'll be happy.

- Do you think that in the hospital,

are they going to let him run around with knives?

Oh yes. Take small cars at least.

- You know the huge pile we made downstairs?

Broken furniture and all? It was all gone in an hour.

- It does not surprise me.

- His pens, do you want them?

Take them, I don't write with a fountain pen.

- I'll take this one.

That, girls, do you take it?

- That?

- No. - Finally...

That?

It's not true, make an effort!

And the boat?

Who takes it?

- Not me. - Not me either.

- For the books, how do we do it?

- The books, I take care of them. I will contact former students.

- Who is it?

- It's Clément, Jeremy's father.

He is coming to dinner.

Hi. -Good morning.

- Take it, it is for you.

Thanks. - How nice.

- It's a little cardboard house that you have to build.

With light on the roof and running on solar energy.

And there you go.

When it's sunny, you put it on your window,

that way, in the evening, you can light it.

- Good night.

- Good night. - Good night mom.

- I am thirsty.

I don't know what to do anymore.

- I forgot.

How could a body like yours have remained asleep for so long?

- I have to go.

- Yes.

- You look sad. - No, I'm not sad.

It's complicated for me. You understand?

- Were you going for a walk, dad?

Sandra, my darling.

- Come.

- Is it raining here, there, now?

- No, it's not raining. We're in your room.

- Oh, okay, phew.

- Are people nice?

- Yes yes.

- Hello, Mr. Kienzler. Good day Mrs.

- There, your arm...

- Bye. - Good day.

- I don't understand why we're waiting, you see?

There are people talking, talking...

We don't care, because we chat quietly.

But there are others here...

There...

- There's no one else in the room, dad.

- Oh...

That's what's weird.

That's it.

- We are not in a waiting room here.

We're at the Hotel-Dieu, in your room.

You've been here for a week and I came to see you.

- Okay.

Sometimes there is a movie... Yesterday I saw a movie...

Another, all that...

And these movies started and...

- With a beginning, a middle, an end? - And...

That's what I don't understand.

- Because there is not really a program here.

It's as if something was missing and then...

And this impression is very strong. It weighs on me.

Because I'm waiting...

- And the two of us

we don't even know when it's going to stop.

Or start.

- How much time do you have? - Two o'clock.

- We have no time to waste then.

- The big shy one who no longer knew how to make love.

You are very quiet. What are you thinking about?

- I never thought...

- That I was a sexual being?

- I didn't exist.

Yes.

Your friend who accompanied you wisely to your door in the evening,

who dried your tears.

- A friend who has a wife and child

and who never let anything show.

- And now, do you have the right?

- I took it.

Life is short.

Eh?

- No, not sure at all.

I remind you that it was you who kissed me the first time.

- What? This nerve is incredible.

Poets and dictionaries, I keep them.

- You said two boxes, you're on the 8th.

Where are you going to put them?

- I will do it by myself.

Do you remember?

- No.

- Yes, dad's friend's house in the Cévennes.

We have been there several times. - No.

- You never remember anything.

You forgot what happened to us from our birth to our 20s.

- It's true.

The work side of my life, I remember very well.

The intimate dimension is the blackout.

- Are you aware of the enormity of what you say?

- I was not very happy with your father.

So forgetting was a way of putting some distance.

- Thanks.

But okay, but us, your daughters?

This is called "throwing the baby out with the bathwater".

Why didn't you leave him sooner if you loved him more?

- For you.

And then I was afraid that he would commit suicide.

There had been enough suicides in the family.

It's here! -Good morning.

We weren't sure it was here.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- Good morning.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- Good morning.

- Do you have what it takes to carry the books?

Yes. We took big bags

- Hurry up, Sandra is loading up the most beautiful books.

- It's normal, it's his father at the same time.

- Thank you for reminding him.

- Romy!

- Good holidays.

- Bye!

- It changes...

- What do you want to do? - I dunno.

- Your wife is not in Paris, so you want to go out.

- You don't want to?

- We're here, aren't we?

For me, making love, eating, sleeping, that's enough for me.

- Not me. If we ever leave the bed,

I will eventually get bored.

- Oh yeah? Alright, so that's it.

You got bored.

- Already... - I have a passion for your body.

But that's not the only thing I like about you.

I also like talking with you.

Oh yes? Talk?

- What do you want to talk about? - Don't be so touchy...

No, but you want to talk. So go ahead, I'm listening.

- Do you want me to tell you that only your ass interests me?

- Maybe... - That's charming.

- I imagine it's mutual.

Am I just a sex object for you?

- No I did not say that.

- But I am not satisfied. - I didn't say I was full.

- If you are bored. - Finally, you annoy me at the end.

I want you all the time.

- What do you want to do? To go to the museum?

- But what? It's not insulting. - Whether!

- You're crazy!

- Come here! Kind of fury! - No! Help!

- Do you like it?

You're not going to sulk until I leave, are you?

- Whether.

Come on, come on, we're going home. - To do what?

- In your opinion?

- Are you afraid of getting bored?

- Calm down...

- It pains me to think that you are going to find your wife.

I don't like knowing you're lying to him either.

- It's a nightmare, even if I try not to weigh it down.

- Are you still happy with me?

- But so much.

That is what is dramatic.

How you want me to leave if you turn me on?

- Exactly, I don't want you to leave.

Stay with me.

Will you write to me?

- Yes of course.

- Do not forget me.

- Is there something shiny?

- It's the light.

- Do you want me to turn off? - Yes, I want to, yes.

- What do you see in the room?

- What else do you see?

Than you? Uh, objects.

Obviously.

And...

You, well I mean...

I mean, your person...

- Uh, yes, I see her very well. Alright.

- Can you tell me if I have short or long hair?

Are they short or long?

- You have a garment...

- You have to look at my face

to see my hair.

Do you see if they are short or long?

- They could be long.

- They are short, actually.

- Good...

- And your children? They are fine?

- Linn is in summer camp, she loves it.

On the phone, she tells me that she doesn't miss me.

It's a bit annoying.

She comes back tomorrow and we leave immediately.

Elodie has rented a house in Normandy,

she invited us.

So I won't see you for two weeks,

but I'll meet you when I get back.

All right?

- Yes.

- No no!

Soft music

- Mom, can we do some scrabble?

No darling. I want to rest.

- You never play with me! - Are you kidding or what?

- You promised to do a scrabble in the afternoon.

- What is she going to put us there?

Grandpa?

- Destem.

She laughs. - But wait, what is this word?

- "Egrapper" which means what? - It means:

"to strip of its grains, a cluster fruit".

- Okay. - That's cheating.

This is cheating. - Your turn, mom.

It is going to be difficult.

- What's the matter?

But Mom! Why are you laughing?

- Stop, but it's cheating!

- We don't look...

- So, wait.

I found.

Eleven twelve thirteen.

crickets

- Oh there! - Yes, I saw her.

- I missed the shooting star, me. - I missed it...

- There! - Eh? Where?

Want to know where he's going? - YES!

- Yes.

- This one is London-Johannesburg.

- And this one? - Where is Johannesburg?

- Johannesburg is in South Africa.

- And he, where is he going?

- Tenerife-Amsterdam. - I'm going to bed.

- Mom, can I come and sleep in your bed?

Yes if you want.

See you later!

- Won't you put down your phone and look at the stars?

- Sandra, the heat here is overwhelming.

I swim at dawn, when the beach is still empty.

Then I find Jeremy, he also wakes up early.

We take a long walk, each time different,

we collect plants, I teach him to recognize them.

The rest of the time I can neither think nor read,

or even sleep.

When I close my eyes, I see your face.

I see your eyes, I want to kiss them.

Your mouth, I want to devour it.

Your lips, I want to bite them again and again,

and descend slowly along your neck,

your shoulders, lower again, very slowly.

Your breasts, cherish them, I love them so much.

And lose myself in you, my tender love.

- I have body aches, it hurts.

- It's because you're growing up.

Back to school is Monday, must sleep now.

- I do not want to sleep.

- Mom? - Oh, there you are...

- Hello dad. - Good morning!

- Good day Mrs. - Good morning.

M. Kienzler, we'll transfer you to the stretcher.

- It's been days since the doctor and the social worker

harassing me to leave.

They wanted put him in an awful nursing home.

I argued with them.

They told me to take him home.

I reminded them that we had been divorced for 20 years.

- Goodbye, Mr. Kienzler. - Bye Madam.

- I hope they will take good care of you at Bretonneau Hospital.

- Yes thanks.

- He is really nice, your dad.

- Good morning.

Are you Mr. Kienzler's family?

Follow me, I'll show you his room.

- Madam?

Madam?

Are you sure you're going to put him here?

There is a corpse on the other bed.

- No, no, she's not dead, she's fine.

- Ah good? - Yes.

- If there are no other solutions.

- Get comfortable.

Go for it.

What can you tell me about Mr. Kienzler?

- He suffers from a neurodegenerative disease,

Benson syndrome.

It happened 5 years ago. He was still working.

- What profession did he have?

- Philosophy teacher, preparatory class.

- How did it manifest?

- He could no longer read, even though his eyesight had not diminished.

He started having trouble finding his way around space.

The most basic actions have become difficult.

At the same time, he was getting more and more confused.

Now it's simple, he can't do anything alone.

It was terrible for him

to realize that his brain was going haywire

because all his life he had devoted it to...

...at the thought.

- He was obsessed with clarity and rigor.

- Even sick, he wanted to practice his profession to the end.

A year ago he was still working.

He learned his lessons by heart,

and he dictated the corrections to his mother

who is 98 years old and in his head.

And to his companion, Leila.

- Does he have a girlfriend? - Yes, for 5 years.

But she has fragile health, they cannot live together.

- Can I ask you a question? - Yes.

- How do we die from this disease?

- We usually die because we become bedridden.

Yes?

- We found you another room.

- Ah Super.

- Valérie knows about it, for us.

- Ah good? - I talked to him.

Well, the truth.

That I was in love with you.

She proved herself worthy. And she kicked me out.

- And your son?

Well, he must be feeling things, I imagine.

- How did you justify your departure?

- We told him that I was leaving for a few days, for work.

- A few days...

And then?

- Then, I don't know.

For now, I'm here.

- So you sleep here tonight?

- Yes, if you want me.

- My darling mum...

- I'm not alone, darling. Clement is there too.

- Do you know what Clement is doing? - No, what does he do?

- He is an astrophysicist.

- Cosmochemist.

- Okay "cosmochemist".

- They study the planets precisely.

- Oh yes?

- Are you going to space?

- That's the astronauts. Me, I stay on the ground.

But I go to lonely places

to look for extraterrestrial dust.

They fall everywhere on the earth, in the oceans, everywhere.

They come from comets or asteroids.

Upon entering the atmosphere,

they leave a trail behind them.

Have you ever seen that, shooting stars?

Shooting stars aren't really stars.

They are very small dust

of a few millimeters.

So I look for them, I pick them up

and analyze them.

- I know all the planets of the solar system.

- Oh yes? Go ahead. - Saturn, Uranus,

Venus...

Jupiter, Mars.

Nep...

Nep...

- Neptune! - Yes!

Cheer.

- Go brush your teeth, honey.

- There is also Pluto.

But it's not a planet, it's too small.

- Exactly.

- Come on, go!

- I would like, if you could help me,

so I can fit into a bed

where I can sleep well.

- Do you mind? - No.

But it's not time to go to bed.

It's 5:30 p. m. - Well, yes, yes.

It's not too late.

And what I would like,

it would be you, if that's possible,

you come with me briefly.

And that there, we do something,

where you do what you want

and me, would you help me...

- Go to bed? - Yes that's it.

To do the right thing

to sleep.

- Good morning sir.

Excuse me.

- That's what I want.

Because you are my daughter.

And that I would like

that you can help me so that with that I fall asleep what.

I fall asleep, I know that I fall asleep.

And...

And I know it's my family,

my daughter is doing all this.

And so, I'm happy at that time.

Could you bear that?

- But you would like to fall asleep...

A short film, a ten minute film.

But who would have a few more meters.

And...

Then, well...

You won't take care of me anymore.

- Little ghost! - Oh! Stopped!

- But wait...

Skull!

- You are lame! Igloo! Take! - But!

- Uh... - Spot!

- Stain of what? - At table...

- Candle!

- Candle...

- Spider web! - Little thing!

I said "little thing"! - It's called "spider's web"!

- Clement? - I am the.

What are you doing? -Nothing.

- Beautiful moon, beautiful What are you looking for?

I'm looking for a cloud to pass...

- I know one who is in a good mood.

- How do you know him, Clement?

- He was a friend of your father and he became mine.

- If he's your lover, he's no longer your friend.

- He is my friend and my lover.

Well, don't think about it too much. All right?

- Okay. - Work well, give me a kiss.

See you tonight. - See you tonight.

We unlock the door.

- I tried to talk to you last night, but I couldn't.

I can't do this.

Leave my wife, make my son suffer, I'm not ready.

It tears me apart

but I have to stop seeing you for now.

You knew my situation.

You knew it wouldn't be just flirtation for me.

- It was never a flirtation for me either.

...in the textile sector,

which has gradually settled in rural areas...

- Shall we have a drink?

- I would have loved it, but I'm taking my daughter to the movies.

An other time.

- Oh...

- Did you like it? - Yeah, that was so good.

- So much the better. - Not you?

- I didn't love it.

- Why? You don't like the story?

- The story is fine. But the images, the sound...

- What?

- I found it very aggressive.

- No way.

- I don't understand why we make such violent children's films.

- You always have to ruin everything I love, I'm tired of it.

- I have the right to have an opinion.

- You're mean. - "Wicked", right away.

- Would you like it if I told you that what you love sucks?

- I'm not saying that what you love sucks.

Give me your hand. -No!

And you? How are things?

I mean, life?

Me? How are you.

- Oh, very well.

- Excuse me, darling, but...

- I'm going to find someone.

- My father needs to go to the bathroom.

- I'm coming.

- Thanks. - It was nothing.

- Thanks.

- Why don't you do it yourself?

- I dunno. Because it bothers me.

- Ah good...

- My parents are sick,

but when I visit them, it's me

who takes them to the toilet.

I admire you. Me, I can't.

- Please come.

Give me your hand, lean on me.

Gently.

It's really a shame, I say it for you.

Since you are there, you have to take advantage of it.

Watch out, I'm going to open the door.

Gently.

Oh, there you are. I had to talk to you, do you have 5 min?

- Yes.

- The social workers tell me that you don't call them back.

- I forgot.

They're after me. Thanks.

They're gonna kick your dad out of Bretonneau in a week.

- I have tried everything.

I begged the director of the service to keep him a little longer, in vain.

He has changed his tone since the other time.

We will have to put him in a private Ehpad

in the suburbs while waiting for better.

For the moment, the only possible one is in Courbevoie.

You have to go see him with your sister.

You will meet the director who keeps calling me.

She's got a bed that's come free and she seems very...

...very eager to exploit it.

- He looks nice, this dog. What's his name?

It's a female. Pepita.

She stays on the ground floor.

- Damage.

- It's good, I have all the papers.

Here you have the terrace.

Good day ladies and gentlemen.

- The living room. - Good morning.

- He was there, he left.

- I'll show you the room.

It's not your room here, Mrs. Lambert.

Come on, come on, I'll take you home.

Come on.

- Are you going back to the RER? Won't you take the bus with me?

- I can't, I mustn't miss my train.

It's not possible there, this place.

- We have to get him out of there.

- I tried not to think about you anymore. I wanted to forget you.

But I can't do it, I miss you too much.

Valérie realizes this and I see her suffer in silence.

I hadn't imagined it would be so difficult.

- It's me who's ringing.

- Good morning.

- Flowers. - Thanks.

It's here.

- Hi.

Esther told me a lot about your father.

- Thank you for the books. - We are delighted.

It encourages us to get back to German.

- I was wondering what I was going to read

The complete works of Kant.

- Good luck. - I'll get rid of you.

- Elias Canetti.

- Austrian literature. It's for me.

- Hannah... Arendt.

- Philosophy. - It's here. Thanks.

For me too.

- Franz Kafka.

- You can come and pick them up. It's still your books.

- Thanks.

The main thing is that the library continues to exist.

I feel closer to my father when I look at his books

only when I see it.

- But why?

I can't find it in his library anymore.

than in the person who is at the Ehpad.

Over there, it is his carnal envelope,

and here is his soul.

- But he didn't write them.

- Yes, but he chose them.

And through his books, it's his personality

who expresses himself. As if every book

was a touch of color

and that all these touches of color

drew his portrait.

- You understand? - Yes yes.

Are you going to read them? - No.

- You're exaggerating...

I'm glad Elodie brought a new channel.

You will finally be able to listen to music.

I put Schubert, to see?

Oh yes. I know him very well.

- Madam? You are in the wrong room.

I will accompany you.

We listened to him a lot, Schubert.

He's your favorite composer. - No.

Me, it takes me too much...

- What?

- This music is not for me anymore.

She is too heavy.

- Is it too busy?

Loaded with memories, right? - Yes.

- Does she worry you? - Yes.

Leave, if you please.

- If it worries you, I can change. You want some jazz?

- Not immediately.

- Okay.

- Do you want to go for a walk on the terrace?

- Yes it's a good idea.

Ooh La La...

- It's not hot, is it? - No.

- Yesterday it snowed.

And Leila? Where is Leila?

- She was with you last Monday.

- Ah, fine then.

Oh, well...

- It makes me happy, it proves that she loves me.

- Of course she loves you.

- I have always loved her.

Can we go back?

For me, there are 3 people who mattered.

Leila.

And then I believe.

Finally, I say "me", because I believe that's how it is.

And uh...

A third person.

- Who is this third person who matters to you?

- Exactly...

I do not see.

- I don't know what to hold on to.

- I think you help him by giving him your time.

And reassuring him as best you can.

- Yes, but it's ridiculous.

He is still locked in his illness.

It is as if...

...if he drowned perpetually.

you can hope

that soon he will be more aware of his suffering,

and therefore, that he suffers more.

- I have something to ask you. - Yes what?

If we're still together in 30 years,

I know it's unlikely, but...

But let's imagine we're still together in 30 years

and that I have the same disease as my father.

- You told me it wasn't hereditary.

- That's what my mother claims, but I don't believe her.

I'm too scared to look on the internet.

Promise me you'll help me

to be euthanized before it's too late.

He's laughing.

- Nice as a discussion...

- You will take me to a clinic in Switzerland, by a lake.

We won't wait until I can make this request any longer.

We will do this as soon as the first symptoms appear.

Promise me.

Do you swear to me? - Okay, if you promise me the same.

- I promise you!

- Now, let's stop talking about that.

Let's enjoy the few years we have left.

*- Jean Luc Desmoine of the French Rail Safety Authority.

*I have a question about the regulations.

*As part of the analysis

*train border management.

*We have discovered that there are absurd standards,

*at least quite different in some countries.

*So which actor do you think could be

*the driving force behind the process of harmonizing these rules?

- Yes, then, indeed, it is a rather vast question.

Thinking about railways as networks...

Finally, as a network.

It's not only...

Just thinking of terminals as "facilities"...

Finally, essential facilities for the competition.

But consider them as knots to manage, finally...

For...

Like management nodes... Sorry.

Sorry, I lost the thread. Can you repeat?

- Oh, no, Sandra, don't blame me. I was stuck.

- How much time do you have today? - One hour.

- What do we do?

- We can go out.

I know you, after you will say that I abandon you.

- So what?

- We don't always have to go to bed.

- It's a double jeopardy, then.

It's lose-lose.

- Come.

- I'm not your doggie. - No!

You are my lover.

- Rather your mistress.

Your neglected mistress.

- Come on, stop.

Ouch! No, no violence.

They laugh.

Attention...

- Dad, do you know what we're doing this morning?

We're packing your suitcase.

- Oh yes. - You are moving.

Madam, this is not your room here.

I bring you back. Over there.

- We are happy, because the place where you are going,

it's the one we wanted for you.

There was a long waiting list.

And luckily, a place became available.

- Yes.

- Hello thank you.

- Watch your head.

- Here is.

Its good?

- How's the temperature?

- Dad, aren't you cold?

- Well, no.

I'm cold in the head.

- Give me your hand, dad.

to lift your leg. Let it go.

- They'll be waiting.

- Bye.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

We come for the installation of our father, Mr. Kienzler.

- Okay, I'll let the director know.

- Thanks.

- Look, the birds.

- Ladies and gentlemen.

- Good morning sir. - Good morning.

- This is Mr. Kienzler, our new resident.

- Good morning, Mr. Kienzler, you are welcome in the garden of Montmartre.

- And here are our caregivers:

Zahra, Bouchra,

Madeleine and Jacqueline.

- Good morning. - You're welcome.

- Thanks.

- How are you? - How are you?

- Hi. - How are you?

- Dad, you have a visitor.

- It's me. - Who, sorry?

- It's me, Leila. - Ah! Leila, is that you?

But it's not true, it's not possible.

Oh, I was so worried. - You see, I'm here.

I was stuck in traffic jams.

- We'll leave you.

- Clement!

- Ah!

How are you?

You are happy? -Yes.

Ah! -Cheer!

- Can I row?

- Wait, I'm turning around. - Do you know how to row?

- Yes. - Have you ever rowed?

- Of course I have already rowed.

- We'll do it together. Come and sit down.

- Wait, be careful.

- Do you want to do it alone? - Yes!

- You are strong.

- Come on, I'm resting.

There are people I know. - Where?

- The girl with the blue jacket.

She's a friend of Valérie, with her boyfriend.

- Linn, are you coming? Let's go.

Come on honey, it's time.

- No. - Let's go.

- I have fun!

- Take.

Are you still making love, Valérie and you?

- Sandra...

- Are you still sleeping together?

- Do you really want to talk about that?

- So it happens to you.

It disgusts me.

- We've been living together for 10 years.

We share the same room, so yes.

It may happen that we touch each other.

- Are you going to sleep together during the holidays?

Is this the program?

- Stopped.

- I don't want to be your mistress anymore.

I support more.

- We're going to stop, it's better.

- Are you leaving me again?

- I'll be back when I part with Valerie.

- And I'm supposed to believe you?

- I love you, Sandra.

You have to trust me.

- Go away.

Leave.

- Yes?

I'm Linn's mom,

you told me to come to get her.

- What's wrong?

- The teacher says that she has been limping for 3 days.

She didn't even come out of recess today.

- The other days, it was fine, but here, I have a lot of pain.

- Why didn't you tell me? Did you fall?

- No. - So why are you limping?

- But I do not know.

- Apart from the knee, do you have any other pain?

- No.

- It's okay, you can get dressed.

It's nothing serious.

It's probably related to the fact that you're growing up.

I will prescribe you a homeopathic medicine,

you can take it when you are in pain.

- I forgot my book in the waiting room.

- Go and get it.

Well, she has nothing.

- She pretends?

- She believes in it a little.

It's no use rushing her.

Then it will pass.

- Could I go to school tomorrow?

- Ah, well yes, no problem, yeah.

- Oh...

- Why don't you see Clement anymore? Did you get angry?

- No.

- I don't know, darling. I hope.

- Cover it, it's cold.

- Here, put on your sweater.

- Oh no, not this sweater.

- He is hot.

- I saw Georg yesterday.

- It was the medical appointment to put him under guardianship.

- It went well?

Linn, are you coming to put on your coat?

- I got yelled at by your father.

- He didn't want to see me, but he really didn't.

"It's me, Francoise,

"I came to see if you needed me. "

"I have a girlfriend, her name is Leila!"

He takes the doctor to task,

he said, "I have nothing to do with that lady!"

"Soon, he won't recognize me anymore.

- It's possible. You have to prepare for it.

That's what the doctor told me.

He is reminded of too many memories. It's painful for him.

He said he had 6 children.

He takes himself for his father.

No thanks.

Come on, go.

- Come on.

- Good session. - Yes.

- Walk in rare disease,

degenerative,

degeneration,

degradation.

earthquake, tsunami,

snake that crawls insidiously.

Kafka, "The Metamorphosis":

"Man prisoner of an unexpected physical state. "

What's happening to me? What should I do?

Doctors, first contacts with medicine.

My GP doesn't seem to know about my disease.

He sends me to a specialist at the Salpátrière.

Next step, the psychological tests.

Painful session.

First MRI and ophthalmology.

I experience strange visual sensations.

Nothing.

Second more in-depth MRI.

Scintigraphy.

Lumbar puncture.

Revelation of posterior cortical atrophy.

Syndrome, association of several symptoms, of Benson.

During the consultation, M.T. emphatically asserts

that my illness is not Alzheimer's disease,

but falls into the category of neurodegenerative diseases,

neuro-visual.

So here I am sick for life.

I don't know what to make of this observation.

The effects are many.

Vision poorly controlled by the brain.

Failing memory beyond the ordinary.

Objects which disappear from my sight whereas they are under my eyes.

I try to get used to

changes required by my new condition.

I no longer take the metro.

Irony of things.

This disease punishes me in what is dearest to me,

reading.

Awareness of losing and having lost many things.

There will never be that again.

Feeling of a chasm.

Feeling of being out of the world,

set back from others.

- As long as he knows...

- My goal would be, through writing, to rise above the disease

which would not destroy me completely.

It would be a kind of victory.

Is there a glow?

I don't see any, but can't rule it out yet.

The worst is never certain.

Kierkegaard, "Treatise on despair".

"The despair.

"Let go for a while

"to know it and get out of it.

"This time may be endless. "

- Ah!

- It's lucky that I'm here tonight.

- What?

- I was in custody this morning. - What did she do?

- An "action of disobedience".

- The day of Christmas? With Extinction-Rebellion?

- No, I thought, but it was Youth For Climate.

- Youth for Climate?

And they wanted you? -Yes!

They are significantly more...

...less peaceful than Extinction Rebellion.

In addition, there were anars and yellow vests.

- She really wants to get hit with a truncheon or lose an eye.

- What have you done?

- We went to BlackRock and we broke everything.

- You're crazy!

- But I'm joking.

It was the project

but fortunately, I was arrested before.

At the subway exit. The cops had been notified.

- How long did they keep you?

- Four hours!

- All the same...

- They asked me if I was going to the demonstration.

I said no, that I was passing by by chance.

They didn't believe me, but in the end, they took pity.

And Santa Claus wasn't supposed to come by?

But yes, it's time.

- Must put milk and cakes!

- And something for the reindeer.

The bowls in the sink, otherwise we risk breaking them.

And I will look for the...

Yes.

Take.

We don't argue! There is something else!

- Cakes? - Yes, cakes!

- Attention.

And then there is...

Yeah.

Pickles! -Thanks.

We put them in there. - No breakage, huh?

- We can put plenty. - That's it, stop, it's good!

- That's it? - It's only for Santa Claus.

- We don't give drinks to the carpet.

Wait, the carpet is not thirsty.

I believe Santa Claus is served there.

- Oh, that's it! So what do we do?

I think you need to go hide.

- Go to the bedroom. - Otherwise, it won't pass.

- Go and put yourself in the bedroom and above all make no noise.

Don't talk and don't go out. All right?

- Why? No! - Otherwise, he won't come.

- Oh no! Why? - You stay there.

You don't make noises. Nothing, shh.

- Hush!

- Oh!

- What happened?

- You did see?

I saw a shooting star. - But was it a flash?

There was a flash. -Yeah.

- There is someone walking on the roof.

Wait! Does he have a red cap?

He has a big white beard? We knock on the door.

- It hit! - Wait, wait.

- Let me in!

- Do you want to go home? - Yes, I'm going to catch a cold there.

- Oh, come in, come in.

- Come, Santa Claus, come!

- Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!

- Wait, wait! There are reindeer!

- There are reindeer in the house. - They are there!

- No! There is one who eats the books!

Oh, the pickles!

Oh shit, they ate your cup!

- Are there children? - Listen, listen.

- Ah, yes, there are children! - Were they good?

- If they were wise?

- Yes yes! - I'm throwing away the gifts!

- Oh thank you! Oh dear, thank you!

- Come on, we're off!

- Come on, go! Wait, I help you!

- He flies away! - That's it, they're gone.

- Let's go? - Or?

- The gifts have arrived. We release the animals.

- Wow!

Who is all this for?

- Take your glasses, we go to the table.

Do you remember daddy said

that he would write an autobiographical book?

- Maybe, well vaguely.

- He always wanted to write a book about his childhood in Vienna

and his father's suicide.

He was too lazy to do it.

- He wasn't lazy, he worked all the time.

By obligation! He hated it.

He was an upset sloth.

- In his notebooks,

I found notes with a title

which seemed to refer to this book: "An einem schonen Morgen".

- Which means? - A nice morning.

- Thanks.

- Well, does it attack?

- "The indictment highlights

"his links with the Russian executive.

"The intermediary turns out to be Rob Goldstone,

"the British promoter, the same who had worked

"for the organization of the Miss Universe pageant in Moscow. "

- It'll be okay? - Yes.

Leila?

Leila?

Leila?

Leila?

Leila?

Leila?

Hello? Clement?

What are you saying? I can not hear you.

I was afraid you would never come back.

- Yes?

Leila? - No, dad, it's me.

- I didn't come alone, I'm with Linn, my daughter.

Oh yes. Good morning.

- Hello, grandpa. - And Clement, my friend.

- I told you that I would introduce you.

- Oh yes.

- We are back from Italy.

- Of Italy?

- With Linn, Clément, and his son Jérémie.

- We went for a walk on the Amalfi coast.

Linn drew you a picture. Can she put it on your wall?

- But yes.

- How are you, otherwise?

- Yes, I'm fine.

- You are getting better and better.

Before you were hunched over, since you've been here, you've straightened up.

- Yes, I was told.

- They take good care of you here.

- Yes, but there, I know that I arrive at this place, at the bottom.

- We are in your room.

- Uh, is this his room?

- No, it's your room. Your own room.

- But where is she?

- On the 6th floor of the Jardins de Montmartre.

Where you have been living for 6 months.

- Yes, okay, but there, I don't know where I am.

- There, you are standing and walking in your room.

- Ah okay.

How is it that you can know so well?

- Well, because I see it.

And Linn also sees it and Clement too.

- But for that, you must have already seen it.

- I often came to see you in your room.

Good morning. We're going to do a recital in the living room.

You come with us?

- Would you like to?

- What? - Sing?

- Faith...

- Here, sit down, dad.

- Hello everyone, I hope everyone

is properly installed.

We are happy to be with you.

I hope you are too.

We will distribute small papers to you.

And we'll take page number "My lover from Saint-Jean".

- My dear...

- I would like to leave. You can call Linn.

- You still have to say goodbye to him.

- No mother...

- Why do we always have to leave when it's good.

- We wanted to go for a walk, enjoy the good weather.

- I would go see the view of the Sacred Heart.

- Oh no, not walk yet.

- Too late! Clement is out of breath.

- Linn? - Don't worry.

Linn.

Don't go like that. Come see the view instead.

- Good then...

Tell us what you recognize.

- Uh...

- Do you see the tower over there? - Eiffel Tower?

And there, the other tower, there?

Which tower is it?

- Montparnasse tower. - Good.

What else do you recognize?

The big church there. Do you know what her name is?

- No comment?

- It is, I believe, Saint-Vincent de Paul.

And your house, do you know where it is?

- No.

- In my opinion, she is right in front of you.

- There?

- Yes, there, like that.