Original subtitles

Before the telescope, people thought the moon was a huge mirror,

and the mountains and oceans on its luminous surface...

were merely the reflection of our own mountains and oceans.

Later, in the 20th century, when the first Soviet lunar probe...

sent back images of the far side we never see,

the world was stunned to find the moon had a second visage,

more deeply scarred by the pounding of meteorites...

and other celestial debris.

NASA scientists liked to ca“ it,

'the disfigured face of the moon.'

This irony mostly reflected the fact that from then on...

all craters on that side would be named after...

Soviet cosmonauts and great Russian writers.

The first crater was named Tsiolkovsky,

after Konstantin Tsiolkovsky, the great engineer...

who originated the formula that allows us to break free...

of Earth's gravity.

Tsiolkovsky also conceived the first liquid-fuel rocket...

that detached in stages during its ascent,

allowing the Russians, 50 years later, to launch...

Sputnik.

The first artificial satellite emitting a signal...

that could be heard on radios all around the world.

Tsiolkovsky's greatest prediction was that...

One day, Man would walk and live in weightlessness on the moon.

The ideal refuge, he said, for those who find life heavy.

"THE FAR SIDE OF THE MOON"

Now boarding...

Guidance...we're a go.

Roger, you're a go...you're a go to continue parking.

You're a go to continue parking there.

Roger.

Forward...forward... 2O feet down, go to...

May I speak to the lady of the house?

Hello, Mme. Raynald Brochu.

Le Soleil is currently soliciting subscriptions.

We're offering a free 2-week trial period, after which,

if you're still interested, you'll get 15% off the normal price.

Would you be interested?

Pardon me?

No, that's the Journal de Québec.

This is Le Soleil.

No, they're a tabloid.

We're a real newspaper.

The big format.

Doesn't fit in your mailbox.

That's a reason not to subscribe.

We'll take note of it. Thanks, goodbye.

Hello, André? It's Philippe.

Where were you last night?

No, I waited half an hour at the laundromat.

You never showed up.

You can't give a dead person's clothes to charity...

without washing them first.

Do me a favor?

Adopt her goldfish?

It's a little fish in a bowl.

You're allergic when you eat fish, not when you feed fish.

It's the last living thing Morn had!

I can't flush it.

When do we meet about the will?

Would you mind showing up this time?

Going somewhere?

It's not even 1:00.

Well...

I thought, since I sold my quota, I'd leave.

If you hadn't made personal calls, you could've sold 13.

I didn't make calls, plural, I made one...to my brother.

He was verbose.

Family stuff...you know?

No.

You have a family?

No, 2 dogs.

- Are you married? -No.

Never wanted to have kids?

A dog's housebroken at 3 months.

At 10 years, it's dead.

In a rush?

My thesis defense is at 2:00 at Laval University.

Thesis? What's it about?

Narcissism.

The theory of my dissertation tries to demonstrate that...

space exploration in the 20th century was motivated by narcissism.

To support my theory, I'll refer to the work...

of the Russian engineer, Konstantin Tsiolkovsky.

If you go to page 25 of the paper I sent you last week,

you'll find a photo of Tsiolkovsky visiting...

the Eiffel Tower in Paris.

Tsiolkovsky had conceived a structure tall enough...

to exceed the stratosphere, and reach into space.

This structure had a small elevator to carry people...

to an observation deck located at the top.

He called this, "the space castle".

So, we clearly see the influence of fairy tales...

on his engineering.

The only thing hindering construction...

of such a structure is that there exists no material...

strong enough to support its weight.

But if this problem were solved, it would cost approximately...

40 U.S. dollars in electricity for each ascent,

compared to the $400,000,000 U.S. it currently costs...

for every space-shuttle launch.

Tsiolkovsky is famous for saying,

"The earth is the cradle of Man,

but Man can't spend his whole life in a cradle".

With these fine words, I proceed to the main argument of my thesis.

Careful. This vanity's an antique.

Cover the mirror and carry it separately.

No, leave this here. My brother will get it later.

Sign here.

Our satellite picture shows the storm system prevailing...

over most of North America, bringing heavy rains...

to the American west coast, changing to blizzards once they reach Canada.

This will move east overnight, changing into freezing rain.

If you live in the Gaspé region,

you should take tomorrow off, and be careful...

on the roads in eastern Québec.

Closer to home, as expected, temperatures are way above...

seasonal norms, starting with a high of -8 for Toronto,

-10 in Ottawa, a little colder in Sudbury at -15,

-14 in Chicoutimi, -10 for the Montreal area,

and a cozy -12 for the Québec City area.

That's it for now.

On behalf of all of us, I'd like to wish you all...

a very happy holiday season.

Use the money to go to Florida!

It's only $5,000.

What can I do with that?

You're 42, you've never flown. It's weird.

When I try to help, it's always the same story.

You thwart me. You know what your problem is?

Pride. Too much self-esteem.

Where do I sign?

That's it?

She had nothing: about $5,000 in savings bonds and no life insurance.

Did her fish have a name?

She called him Beethoven.

He's deaf, or plays the Ninth when he's fed?

How did your defense go?

Badly. I was rejected again.

Really?

What will you do?

I don't know, find a sympathizer and appeal.

What else?

You got more guts than me.

Two rejections, I would've given up.

Know what?

The problem isn't the content.

I'm sure it's the way you present yourself.

Whenever you address a group, you get flustered,

you mumble, you babble.

Try the exercise we did in announcer school.

Every day, we stood in front of the class and said,

"I speak loudly and I'm not ridiculous!"

"I speak loudly and I'm not ridiculous!"

Repeat this until you muster the volume and energy...

for your delivery.

What if you don't get your Ph.D.?

Planning to live forever on loans and bursaries?

What else?

You're so chicken. There's this amazing woman...

I don't need financial advisers.

She's not an advisor, she's a financial medium.

Huh?

She reads wallets like tarot cards.

To see if you respect money.

Otherwise, it won't respect you.

She examines your wallet.

Is it real leather or vinyl? ls it wrecked?

Are 5's with 5's, 10's with 10's, 20's with 20's?

She helps you get rid of things you don't need,

to make room for new money!

She thinks money is like a guest.

If it doesn't feel welcome, it won't stay.

I don't have a wallet.

How do you carry credit cards?

I don't have any.

Your money?

Easy. I have none.

You would, if you took the 5 measly grand Mom left me...

as my Christmas gift to you.

Mom's dead, Philippe.

She'll never know her last wishes were adjusted.

Everything she owned- clothes, furniture,

and goldfish...

Instead of having a yard sale,

you bring it all here where there's no room to breathe.

You don't make room in your life for new things to happen.

It's unhealthy to stay in your childhood home!

Where did you put my coat?

In the closet on the left.

Would you look at this?

If I were money, I could never fit into this.

Bye!

Call me when you're not so moody.

Now, a serious question.

Are we alone in the universe?

Or does there exist another form of intelligence...

asking the same question?

With us this morning is Marie-Madeleine Bonsecours...

from the Canadian bureau of S.E.T.l., who'll outline...

a new approach to this question of extra-terrestrial life.

- Welcome, Mme Bonsecours. - Hello, Monique.

What does S.E.T.l stand for?

S.E.T.l. means Search for Extra-Terrestrial Intelligence.

Excuse my rudimentary English.

Mine's the same!

It's an organization devoted to the search for intelligence...

or forms of intelligence beyond Earth.

It was created in 1959 by 2 physicists from Cornell...

who thought that by transmitting radio waves...

we could communicate with other solar systems.

And now you're soliciting the public's participation.

Yes.

So far, our program has focused on listening for messages...

sent by extra-terrestrial civilizations.

Now, we're asking the public to send their messages on home video,

intended for unknown civilizations.

Really?

I could send a tape of my son falling asleep in his ice cream?

No, not really...

The selection will be quite serious.

This is a contest.

We'll choose 10 videotapes, convert them to binary code,

and send them into space.

To participate, here's the address: Project S.E.T.l.,

261 Cactus Drive, Box 105, Phoenix, Arizona, 95020.

Again, those who wish to participate should...

send their tapes to Project S.E.T.l.

261 Cactus Drive, Box 105, Phoenix, Arizona, 95020.

Stay tuned.

After the break, chef Alberic de Tiers...

will be demonstrating Norwegian cooking.

We can already smell the salmon!

When we earthlings seek protection from the elements,

we take refuge in "houses".

We less fortunate ones take shelter in "rented apartments".

So, this is my rented apartment.

We're in the "living room".

Entire families once lived in such places.

They'd gather here at night around the fireplace...

telling stories, talking about their day.

Of course, TV has now replaced the fireplace.

TV tells the stories.

TV talks about the day it had.

This is what's called a "sofa".

It's very practical, especially for guests.

If you visit, you'll sleep here, so keep that in mind.

Unfortunately, there's only 1 bed in my place.

We have all kinds of beds: single, double, twin.

But sleeping in a single bed doesn't mean you're single.

Sleeping in a double doesn't make you a couple.

And twins are rarely slept in by twins.

It's often a couple, bitterly wishing they were still single.

Here, we have the kitchen.

This is a very important room where we prepare...

the vital elements of nutrition.

Hence, the appliances.

But in my kitchen, the best appliance is the phone.

It's essential to my nutrition.

It allows me to order food.

Then, we have the toilet.

Some think calling it a "bathroom" is more elegant,

but when it's dirty, leaky and unrenovated for 40 years,

I would call it a "toilet".

There's also a storage room but it's pretty boring,

except for some of my parents' furniture.

There are boxes of old clothes, women's shoes.

My mother had dozens of them.

She found it very important to have a pair of shoes for each dress.

She loved showing off her legs,

the anatomical part she was most proud of.

But in the end, she couldn't wear her pretty shoes.

The doctors started by amputating her toes.

Then, it was her feet.

Then they had to amputate her legs.

It was a catastrophe. My mother had gorgeous legs.

Even though he was preordained to be a painter,

his interest in aviation led to piloting jets...

and studying engineering.

Among his many exploits, he executed, on March 18, 1965...

the first walk in space, and, in 1915,

he participated in the Apollo-Soyuz mission,

the first one to join together Soviet and American spaceships.

That was when I had the pleasure of meeting Alexei Leonov,

and I had the good fortune to be his interpreter.

You cannot get any closer, sir.

Do you think that afterwards, it would be possible for me to...

uh, to meet him just for a few minutes.

Because I have a document I'd like him to read.

You can leave the document to me and I'll pass it on to him.

Yes, that's very nice of you but I prefer that, uh...

nobody else and myself...

We have to inspect all suspect persons.

Yeah, but it's...

ls it compromising material?

No, no, no, no, no it's just a theory.

A theory about what?

Just give me back my document. Give me back my document.

Would you give me back my document?

I'm often asked about the difference between...

a cosmonaut and an artist.

But for me, it's the same thing.

Both must have curiosity...

and a sense of adventure.

I just wanted him to read my thesis.

If he agrees with it, I'd ask him to endorse my Ph.D.

That's all. I'm not a terrorist.

Yeah?

And what's all this?

Those are receipts.

Ever heard of a wallet?

Hey. I'll talk to him.

Mr. Leonov has agreed to meet you Thursday night...

at 10:00 in the bar of his hotel to discuss your theory.

In that case, he should keep it.

It's fine. We made a photocopy.

Hey!

You photocopied my thesis?

You can go.

That bozo xeroxed my thesis!

Hello?

The lady of the house, please.

No. Mommy.

No. Mommy.

Go get Mommy.

Mommy.

Go get Mommy.

Hello, Daddy?

Wait, sweetie.

I'm coming...

Mommy. Go get mommy.

Coming...

Here...

Hello. Hello. Hello.

Hello, I'm calling from Le Soleil.

We're soliciting subscriptions,

and our special offer is a free 2-week trial period.

After this, if you're interested...

Philippe?

Excuse me?

Is that you, Philippe?

Yes, it is. Who's speaking?

Don't you recognize my voice?

No, sorry...

Who is it?

Nathalie.

Nathalie?

I'm really sorry.

I'm trying to reach...

- I was calling Mme... -Rodrigue Brochu.

Right.

That's my name.

What do you mean?

It's my husband's name.

When did you marry?

It's been... 3 years at least.

Really? I had no idea!

Why not?

- No one told me. -No, that's impossible.

We sent you an invitation. Did you move?

No, same address and phone number.

Yes, 692-5400, I remember...

No, that's not my phone number. That's my mother's number.

I mean, it was my mother's number but...

She died 2 weeks ago.

Really?

My God.

Forgive me.

Sorry. I don't know what to say.

You don't have to say anything.

That's how it goes.

Anyway, her quality of life at the end wasn't great...

Was she sick?

Her kidneys were shot.

She had dialysis 3 times a week.

She had to calculate the amount of water she could drink daily.

She probably miscalculated, and the excess water...

filled her lungs and heart.

When your kidneys don't work, water builds up.

But...are you OK?

I'll be fine.

Don't you worry.

It'll be fine.

Listen, this is really an incredible coincidence!

Listen, Philippe...

You're not soliciting for a living?

Right now, yes, but it's temporary.

But I heard you were teaching at Limoilou College.

God, I haven't taught there for at least 2 years.

It must've paid well?

Substitute teaching is not very lucrative.

And I never had any authority over the class.

Il look them 5 minutes to realize they could walk all over me.

- Do you still teach? -No, no, no.

Well, if you're living at...

51225 St. Louis Road in Siller, you sure don't need to work.

What are you insinuating?

Nothing.

It's just that...

you needn't feel guilty about hitting the jackpot.

Are you saying I'm a kept woman?

- I didn't say that. -That's what you meant.

- You're misinterpreting again. -How should I interpret it?

You're being paranoid.

I was waiting for that.

Let's just stop.

Why, you want to cop out?

I know how this'll end.

Getting shit from my ex wasn't on my agenda today.

Listen...

I'm sorry...

I'm glad to catch up with you.

Sure, but I won't be taking a subscription.

Fine.

Nathalie, I wish you all the best.

Okay.

Bye.

Bye.

Coffee break.

Ten minutes.

That's the second time I caught you making personal calls.

One more time... and you're out. Get it?

It's almost like baseball.

Hey!

Cut the crap and make up the time you already wasted.

Ignition sequence starts... 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, O.

All engines on.

Lift-off. We have a lift-off!

And we're getting a picture on the TV.

OK, Neil, we can see you coming down the ladder now.

- Hope you have a good picture, huh? -There's a great deal of contrast in it.

- What's on? -Go back to bed.

Turn it off!

Hey!

Gimme that!

That's one small step for man...

Phillipe?

...one giant leap for mankind.

Mommy! Mommy!

Good.

Look up.

Down.

What happens when I do this?

It's a little blurry, but I can see.

And this side?

I can't see anything.

Listen.

We got the results from this morning.

On the X-ray, we spotted a lump developing...

under one of his cerebral lobes, pinching the optical nerve,

and obstructing the circulation.

That's why he has trouble seeing from that eye.

There's a new treatment. It's called chemotherapy.

It shrinks the tumor before removal.

Of course...

it's still quite experimental and...

the operation is delicate.

The welcoming parade for Apollo 11...

You collect rocks?

You'd make a good astronaut.

That's all they did up there: pick up rocks.

It occurred to me that if you wanted to visit us,

you would have to locate us first.

So I prepared this little demonstration.

First, according to scientists,

our solar system is inconspicuous,

located somewhere in the suburbs of our very ordinary galaxy,

which is in the suburbs of the universe.

Take a left after the mall and you'll find us.

But if you hit a planetary alignment like this,

we live on the third planet from the sun.

In any case, you can't miss it.

It's a blue planet.

It's marbled, from the maelstrom of organic elements...

that foster life on Earth.

The planet's overpopulated, with over 6 billion inhabitants.

So you should park on a nearby planet.

It's crowded here.

Here on earth, we know the universe is infinite,

yet we live as if in a fish bowl.

We simply can't accept that the universe might contain...

a superior intelligence.

So we swim in circles, contemplating our navel.

Man is so convinced he's the most complex and perfect of creations,

he seeks mirrors everywhere to gaze at himself.

He's always measuring and comparing himself.

In his search for perfection, he pushed his narcissism...

so far as to create God in his own image.

Excuse me, is that the right time?

Yes, it is.

Is this the only bar in the hotel,

or are there other meeting places?

This is basically it.

I was supposed to meet someone at 10:00.

Obviously, he's not coming.

Maybe you missed him.

I would've recognized him.

I was meeting Alexei Leonov.

- Who? -Alexei Leonov.

Who's that?

- A hockey player? -No.

A cosmonaut.

He's probably...

one of the most important in the Soviet space program.

The Russians had a space program too?

Of course.

When?

The same time as the Americans.

How do you know this?

Because everyone knows it!

- Good night. - Good night. Good night.

And the guy I was supposed to meet tonight is very...inspired.

He's an artist.

A painter.

He paints.

That's why I wanted...

to have a chance to talk to him, ask him questions.

Not just scientific ones, personal ones.

Like, I don't know... how he manages everyday life.

I guess...l don't know, let's say...you spend your life...

exploring the cosmos, orbiting Earth.

You know, things others don't.

And how, when you get back, do you handle things like...

broken vacuum cleaners and dishwashers.

How do you manage to reconcile the infinitely banal...

with the infinitely essential?

How do you cope?

That's something I'd really like to understand.

If the Americans hadn't won the race,

Leonov was the one the Soviets picked...

to be the 1st man on the moon.

Can you imagine how bitter he could be?

And we think we have ego problems.

You gotta be Zen to transcend that and agree to take part...

in a cooperative space program with the Americans,

the Soyuz-Apollo mission.

Although you're the loser, you carry on and get over it,

have your space encounter, shake the American's hand,

invite him to your capsule.

Yeah, well...

That interests me.

Bitterness is ultimately the main obstacle to reconciliation.

You can't reconcile two people or individuals if you harbor bitterness.

Take me.

I have a brother.

He may be, I don't know, the only blood relative...

I still have living here on earth.

I don't know...

It's like I feel the need to...get close to him...

To get over my bitterness and reconcile,

but I can't get motivated.

- Why not? -He's an asshole.

A terminal bourgeois, a compulsive liar,

talks incessantly about money,

his fancy car, the condo he just bought in Old Quebec...

with his "boyfriend".

I don't care if he's gay, but, like most gays I know,

he's carefree, rich and lucky.

What does he do?

Weather.

The weather channel, the guy with the goatee.

The guy with the colonial accent.

He's so pathetic.

Standing there every day by his satellite image.

He basically thinks that, from space,

the earth looks exactly like that: with dotted lines...

and arrows that show how things work.

And borders. You can also see borders.

From outer space! Ladies and gentlemen...

this is the border between Gaza and Israel,

the civilized world and the Third World.

Here's Quebec and the other Canadian provinces.

All compartmentalized. Nothing can change.

The worst that could happen is freezing rain and hail!

Just calm down.

He's not aware how complicated things are.

Diplomacy's complex.

From space, Earth's a big pizza where people have trouble coping.

Good night.

- Good night. Good night. - Good night.

Sure, I'm jealous, but not of his cash, his car,

or his historic condo, but of his minimal conscience,

curiosity, and compassion for others.

What makes my life hard and makes me suffer...

my awareness, my education, my curiosity,

and my great compassion... it's all over his head!

Anyway-

What's all this mean?

Last call.

What time is it?

Time to knock it back and give us a break.

You're closing early?

Is Montreal still in Quebec, or has it merged with Ottawa?

No, we're closing.

What's your problem?

You want to finish early, or you find me boring?

Just say so.

Am I boring?

Speak UP-

People have been telling me that for 40 years.

Not boring. Just drunk and loud.

The place is empty, damn it.

This is ridiculous.

No, it's not...

I speak loudly but I'm not ridiculous.

I speak loudly and I'm not ridiculous!

I speak loudly and I'm not ridiculous!

Excuse rne, Miss...Is it too late to call a guest here?

It depends... what's his name?

Mr. Alexei Leonov.

Sorry, the Russian delegation checked out at 2:00.

That's impossible. How come?

There's a blizzard coming.

They wanted to get a flight back.

But there's not a cloud in the sky.

What can I say?

You can't always trust the weatherman.

Excuse me...l don't mind, but that's really not my thing.

Oh...that!

Don't get me wrong.

Aren't you Philippe?

That's my name.

I'm Carl.

Carl. André's boyfriend.

Oh, Carl!

You're Carl?

I knew it was you. You're identical.

You think?

Come on. Like two peas in a pod.

We probably would've met at Christmas,

but your mother died, so no Christmas Eve this year.

Probably not.

It's dry in here.

Are you a member here too?

No, I had a coupon for a 1-day trial.

It's handy for me.

I work at the Finance Ministry.

What do you do?

P.R. for the Minister.

Really?

You're still at school.

Sort of...

I'm in Philosophy of Scientific Culture.

What's that?

Great scientific events and their impact on pop culture:

the space race between the U.S. and Russia.

If they ever let civilians into space,

I'll volunteer for sure.

There's no gravity in space.

Gravity's my worst enemy.

How come?

I train like a maniac, but it pulls everything down.

I look in the mirror. Even my face sags.

Sure.

Overtime, you turn into a caricature.

Know what?

You must excuse me.

The heat... raises my blood pressure.

Bye.

You undid your make-up.

L gotta go.

Tell Réal I'll be back in an hour.

- Bye, Monique. -Bye.

Oh, my god!

♪ All is bright. a'

♪ Round yon virgin, mother and child. a'

♪ Holy infant, so tender and mild. a'

♪ Sleep in heavenly peace. a'

♪ Sleep in heavenly peace. a'

♪ Silent night, holy night. ♪

♪ Sheperds quake at the sight. a'

♪ Glories stream from heaven afar. I

♪ Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia. a'

♪ Christ the savior is born. I

♪ Christ the savior is born. I

♪ Silent night, holy night. ♪

- Hello. -Carl? It's André.

Sorry to bother you, but I'm stuck in an elevator.

Where? The studio?

No, Mom's old-folks' home.

What? Aren't you anchoring at 6:00?

I stepped out.

I wanted to pick up that huge shelf Philippe used when we were kids,

as a barrier to stop me going through his stuff.

Mom called it 'The Wall of Shame'.

I met him today.

- Who? -Philippe.

- Where? - The gym.

I knew immediately. You're identical.

- Even the ass. -Come on.

We may share a family resemblance but...

there's no time for this!

I'm almost out of oxygen here.

What should I do?

Call the studio. Tell them I can't make it.

Why me?

If I call them, they won't believe me.

Why not?

I told them I was stuck in an elevator last time.

What shall I say?

L don't know...

I'm stuck in my car, the bridges are closed...

because some other idiot said it would snow...

- I can't tell them that! -Make something up!

- I won't lie for you. - It's not lying!

You don't know about lying, I do.

- This is a fib. -So, I'm unimaginative.

No, you're just mentally lazy.

Do your best.

Then call me here and tell me what happened.

Do it now, please.

♪ >A' Been dazed and confused for so long it's not true. a'

♪ Wanted a woman, never bargained for you. a'

♪ Lots of people talking, few of them know, a'

♪ soul of a woman was created below. a'

♪ >a' You hurt and abuse tellin' all of your lies. a'

♪ Run around sweet baby, Lord how they hypnotize. a'

♪ >a' Sweet little baby, I don't know where you've been. a'

♪ >a' Gonna love you baby, here I come again. a'

Rather than see the countryside,

we'll visit the battlefield of the Plains of Abraham,

so you know what nature looks like.

As its name indicates, Battlefield Park...

was once a site of conflict and fighting.

Now, it's rather peaceful.

A place where people come in summer to picnic or fly kites.

I must admit that...

I prefer it in winter because it's less crowded.

It's also a great place for star-gazing.

In fact, I clearly remember the first time I came here in winter.

I was 15.

That was when I'd started experimenting with LSD.

♪ >A' Been dazed and confused for so long, it's not true. a'

♪ Wanted a woman, never bargained for you. a'

♪ Take it easy baby, let them say what they will. I'

♪ Will your tongue wag so much when I send you the bill? 4'

Mommy!

Ma!

- Carl, answer it. -l'm refinishing.

- Hello. -It's me.

Sorry to bother you. I can't talk long.

I want to ask you a small favor.

Remember the guy at the Cosmodome who xeroxed my thesis?

He works at the Tsiolkovsky Institute in Moscow.

He's organizing a huge conference with speakers from all over.

Someone withdrew. He wants me to replace him.

Amazing, eh? I'm going!

- When? -Next week.

So, could you pass by the apartment occasionally,

to check the fish, the plants and my mail?

I'd love to, but my car's in the garage this week.

Come on! For once, I need your help!

This is my big chance to address my peers!

Fine, fine! Don't freak out.

I'll send Carl.

Cut the pity, for once. Do it out of solidarity!

Y“, Ma'am.

Yes, very well.

Hey! That's enough! No more fooling around.

Philippe?

Pack up and get out.

I'll be back in a minute.

If you're still here, I'll kick you out myself.

Back to work!

We have come to visit you in peace, and with good will.

If you ever gel my message, it'll mean you already...

received millions of hours of television,

broadcast from Earth.

To me, the best reflection of the contradictions...

of the human soul is poetry.

Unfortunately, there's not much poetry on TV these days,

so I felt like reciting a poem.

This is by one of our greatest French-Canadian Romantic poets.

His name was Emile Nelligan.

"My Mother"

I adore her old portrait, from the glorious days of her youth.

Her skin lily-white, her eyes shining,

like a stunning Venetian mirror.

Here she is, profoundly changed.

Lines have creased her ivory brow.

She's lost the tender brilliance that sang...

like a blushing poem.

I'm filled with sorrow at the comparison.

One face, suffused with joy.

The other, in despair.

Golden sunset.

Mist dancing, as years recede.

And yet, my heart is mysterious.

How can I smile at these withered lips?

Before such radiance, how can I weep?

I took out last year's X-ray to compare it with this year's.

Follow me.

We'll do the scan before it gets too busy.

Doctor, is it dangerous to fly after you've had brain surgery?

- Where'd you hear that? -On TV.

The specialists were saying that, after brain surgery,

you must avoid pressurized areas to prevent hemorrhaging.

That's a wives' tale. You've flown before.

No.

And I'm leaving for Moscow tonight.

Moscow on your first flight? What an initiation!

Doctor Levasseur requested in obstetrics.

By the way, I'd like to offer my condolences.

For your mother. It's sad.

I admired her a lot. She was very brave.

I saw her doctor. He told me how it ended.

What a pity.

It was better that way.

Once you start amputating, patients soon get discouraged.

Most get suicidal much sooner.

But she was stoic in her pain.

Her desperate act was understandable under the circumstances.

Excuse me...

What "desperate act"?

Let's not start playing word games.

Let's call a spade a spade.

Yes, but...

You're not implying...

- You talked to her doctor? -Yes.

Well... What did he tell you?

To read her death certificate.

That only charts physical cause of death.

He couldn't write she killed herself by drinking water!

Why are we discussing this now?

You should've consulted her doctor long ago.

Nothing was ever mentioned!

Maybe you wouldn't listen.

Hello.

Glad to see you.

Passenger Aleksei. Passenger Bradley.

Where are you going?

Are you here for the conference?

The conference is over, over.

- I don't speak Russian. -In Russian.

I'm attending the conference.

There is no one left. They went home.

It has been over for sometime now.

- Look what time it is. -That's the wrong time.

5 minutes to 5.

Good Lord!

lam telling you the right time.

5 minutes to 5.

What do you think lam fooling you?

Look, look, I'll open the door for you.

They have already left a long time ago.

They talked and talked all day.

Then they went home. See there is nobody there.

Look, it is empty. As I said, they all went home.

We waited for you, you know...

Now, everyone's gone.

Wait. I'll come down.

I'm a bit relieved you decided not to wait.

To be honest...

I don't know if I could've done it.

I'm very sorry I was late.

I've been preoccupied.

I forgot to adjust my watch upon arrival.

You mustn't be bitter.

May I request a reference, at least?

No. I can't.

Sugar?

Why not?

Because I disagree with your theory.

Why did you invite me?

To fuel the discussions.

I agree with you that...

since the beginning of Humanity...

Man has sought mirrors to gaze at himself.

But he doesn't do it solely out of narcissism,

but out of a desire to know himself.

If this desire didn't exist, there would be no science.

There would be no art to show us both...

our virtues and our flaws, our physical wounds...

and wounds to our self-esteem.

Voila.

5,4, 3, 2, 1

So, tonight, freezing rain, violent winds,

with gusts up to 15 kph.

You should stay home to avoid slippery roads.

Accidents have been reported.

Same forecast next week in our capital,

where more than 40,000 viewers have no electricity.

Thought so. No power for 2 days.

It's freezing in here.

Go check the pipes, while I get the mail.

- Doesn't work! -Really?

- André, come and see this. -What?

Look at what?

What's wrong?

Maybe it's just frozen.

If we thaw it, it might revive.

This isn't Walt Disney, it's a fish!

It's frozen stiff.

What now?

What else? Measure it and get another.

What for?

To replace it! I can't tell him!

Why not?

He'll decapitate rne! He'll accuse us of neglect!

Find an open pet shop. I'll do the rest.

- Maybe he'll react... -Listen, I know my brother.

He's non-negotiable.

- Why? -He thinks I'm an asshole.

- When's he coming back? -What was that?

- When's he coming back? -No, before that.

I said, he thinks I'm an asshole,

and you mumbled something.

What was it?

Mumbling, that's all.

Too bad he thinks that.

Is it what you think?

André, don't start.

Truth or Consequences. ls that what you think?

No, it isn't. Maybe a bit.

- Really? -Yeah.

Out with it, then!

Mistruth is one thing, but lying to your brother...

Enough petty moralizing already!

I won't be lectured to by a dim bureaucrat.

Where are you going?

Carl!

Hello?

Yes, I accept.

Yes.

Philippe?

Yes! How're you?

You're in Moscow?

Listen... I can't talk, Phil.

It's an emergency. Call me later.

My taxi's waiting. I'll leave my cell on.

I'm at your apartment, actually.

He's fine.

Yes.

He looks a little stunned, but he's fine.

Okay, listen, Philippe...

I don't know how to tell you this, but I'm afraid...

Beethoven's dead.

Not the composer, Mom's fish.

It's not my fault. I came over...

There's an ice storm, no power.

The place is freezing, the fish is frozen.

It's not my fault. I did what I could.

I hope you're grateful I fed it for a week,

and I'm honest enough to say he's dead.

I could've gone to a pet shop and replaced it with another.

You'd never have known!

I know it's the last living thing Morn had!

Now I'm the last living thing Morn had!

So you better change your damn attitude!

Philippe?

Philippe?

Are you really crying or is this bullshit?

But why?

Not for a damned fish!

So why are you crying?

This isn't fair. We're a world apart.

I can't help you if you won't confide.

Did you know Mom's death was probably a suicide?

Yes, I did.

Did her doctor tell you?

No, she did.

She often talked about it when I visited.

Why didn't she talk to me?

I don't know...

You took such good care of her, I guess...

she didn't want you to think you did it all for nothing.

She felt sorry for me?

Of course not. No.

If she felt sorry for either of us, it was probably me.

Did I get any mail?

There's a letter from some organization in the U.S.

Yeah? Are you sure?

The stamp has Elvis on it. You applied for immigration?

Gimme a break.

I don't know how deep your despair is.

Open it.

It says, "Dear sir, We're pleased to tell you...

that the video message you created for SETI was selected among hundreds,

and will be one of 10 messages broadcast into space...

...to be received by extra-terrestrial civilizations...

- What the hell is this? -A contest I entered.

- When'd you make the tape? - Keep readingl

"Your original technique and unusual ideas...

were unanimously accepted by our international scientific jury.

Please respond promptly,

M. M. Bonsecours, Director, SET! Canada.'

Congratulations!

- Don't force yourself. -But I mean it!

- Your snide tone. -What tone should I use?

You're never proud of me.

Sure, I am!

Your first video, and it wins.

You say no one listens to you.

Now the whole cosmos will.

Something to celebrate!

Still coming back Tuesday?

Yeah, early evening.

What time?

I don't know, 7:00-7:30.

- Via Toronto or Montreal? - Why?

If it's Montreal, I can come get you in the car.

We don't have to come straight back.

We can eat out.

- You're flying business class? -No.

- You'll be starving. -Don't take me anywhere fancy.

There's the new new-media district they're building.

- What new-media district? -New shops, hip restaurants.

Gotta hurry. It'll last 6 months.

At that hour, would a cafe or a restaurant be better?

Well, that depends on... on what you want to eat.

I don't know what I'd want...

Come on, Philippe.

Do we have to decide right now?

How can I reserve if you can't decide?

You decide.

You're the guest of honor! You decide.

Well, let me think about it.

How about sushi?

"ALWAYS HIGHER"