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Go on, get up, sweetie. It's time to get up.

Get up, honey. Get up.

Here. Drink your milk, honey. My little sweetheart.

It can't be.

Oh shit!

Shoot, Daddy, shoot.

What are you doing? Go get ready!

-Jacob, did you go pee? -No.

You didn't go pee?

Aim well or you'll spatter everywhere.

Okay. What does spatter mean?

Wait. We'll go in the bathtub. Quick!

Get in the tub. Take off your T-shirt.

Take off your T-shirt.

There we go. Watch your head.

Here we go!

I'll go get your things. I'll be right back.

Okay. This one… I'll take this…

What's going on?

-You're taking too much space! -What's going on?

Here. Get dressed, honey. Jérémy, get out of the bath.

Faster than the speed of light!

Hey! That's my Pokémon T-shirt!

-It's no big deal. -No, it's mine.

Take it off. Give it back to him and I'll go get you another one.

There you go.

Take my T-shirt off!

Stop fighting. Go get dressed in the bedroom.

Jacob, get out of the bath. Go get dressed in the bedroom.

Get out of the bath, sweetie.

There we go.

Wait until I get you!

Go on.

Put on your T-shirt.

Mom, where did you put my socks?

I don't know. See if they're in the corner.

-You garden gnome! -Mom!

Constantin said I'm a garden gnome.

What's a garden gnome?

An awful little man in a red T-shirt and blue pants that are puffed up.

Who bickers!

-I don't want these pants! -Garden gnome!

We'll change them later.

-It's ready! -We're coming!

-Pokémon garden gnome! -Hurry up!

Stop or I'll hit one with the other.

-I don't want eggs. -You're a rotten egg.

What's on your T-shirt?

What is it?

A big bunch of snot landed on Dad's T-shirt!

Pokémon snot with stink attack!

Did you sleep well?

Yes. Did you?

Hurry! I'll go much faster like this.

Go on, Constantin. Go in front.

Wait for me to cross. Okay, let's go.

Mom, I don't want to go to school.

You don't want to go to school.

You know, even when we're not together, we're together.

-Where? -In my heart.

You like it when we run?

Hello. How are you?

I'll keep your rabbit. I'll give it back to you tonight.

I'm afraid you'll lose it.

Say goodbye to Mom and go inside. Hurry up.

Jérémy, see you later!

Is lemon for a hangover?

Can't we have a nice breakfast for once?

I just asked a question.

No, it isn't for a hangover.

I thought you preferred milk in your tea.

You're still attacking me?

I'm not! I just wondered why you put lemon in your tea!

That's not an attack.

I don't want to argue every morning.

And I don't want to get shit on every night by a fucking alcoholic!

Your vulgarity is getting the upper hand.

You hear yourself?

Do you see yourself? You aren't vulgar when you're pissed?

"Pissed," fuck. The working class influence is strong.

Leave my family alone. Yours is no better.

Why turn your back on me? Isn't that vulgar?

No, it's dignified.

Well-raised people speak. They don't yell.

Honor and dignity for you but treat everyone else like shit!

That's what we've become. Shit!

You, me, us.

We have shitty feelings, shitty words, shitty relations!

This is all rubbish!

It's pitiful. It's shitty!

It's rubbish!

You're right.

I'm sorry.

We'll do whatever you want.

You're not working?

No. I want to listen to some music.

In the morning? And one of the speakers isn't working.

You can't listen to music like that.

Isn't there a Walkman somewhere?

I see.

-What? -Nothing.

Sir.

Hello? Yes, one minute.

I see why I'm not getting much translation done. It's your mother.

-Hello, Justine. -Hello, Carole.

Thank you.

Hi, Mom?

No, I'm fine.

No, I'm fine. I promise.

We're not staying for very long.

But we haven't even arrived.

Watch the light!

-It's our fault. -Why?

They hit us when you slammed on the brakes.

Everything's falling.

Come on. We're not staying here all night.

It's next week. I'm sure now.

I had doubts but…

Sorry. Jean told me he came back from Kazakhstan last week.

It's the 24th tonight.

Unless he changed hotels and went somewhere else.

No, come on. It's no big deal.

Let's go home. In any case, I didn't feel like it.

-Do you feel like going dancing? -What?

No, I'm kidding.

Go ahead. Be my guest.

I'll drop you off. Tell me a place you know.

-I don't know anywhere you don't. -I'm not sure about that.

-Yes, you know. -No, I don't.

Remember how I danced at home all the time before? I loved it.

You stopped?

-You haven't noticed? -No.

Really.

They're sleeping.

-Hi, Justine. -Hello, Hubert.

Come in. It's a bit messy today. Sorry.

What's going on? Celebrating your 20th?

No, we haven't been together for 20 years. Almost, but…

-No, I meant your birthday? -That's sweet.

No. Here, sit down.

-There you go. -Thanks.

-It's our son's birthday. -Which one?

Jérémy. He turned six today.

-If I'd known, I'd have brought-- -No, it's fine.

Would you like some coffee?

If you have some already made.

Even if I didn't have any made.

-Hello, Hubert. How are you? -Hello, Richard.

Would you prefer working another day?

I have to deliver the script today. They're waiting.

I have to finish today.

That solves all our problems for scene 24.

-Listen… -Excuse me. Here.

I feel bad about the music. It's not working. What should we do?

-They don't need music. -Yes, they do.

They'll read books, watch TV… Don't worry.

I loved to dance when I was six.

It really excited me. Especially dancing to rock'n'roll.

What's wrong?

The noise is unbearable. I can't stand it.

-You don't like to dance? -It's ridiculous. I hate it!

Let's go for a walk.

Let's go catch him!

Go, Julian, go!

Talk to me.

Tell me what's wrong, Constantin.

I can't read your mind.

Constantin.

Tell me.

Dad told me you like another man more than him.

Look at me.

Look into my eyes, Constantin.

See if I'm lying.

I don't like any other man than your dad.

And that's the truth.

It's also the truth that your mom and dad aren't happy together anymore.

You know that. You see it every day.

But that has nothing to do with anyone other than your dad and me.

And whatever happens between us,

it won't change anything because we love you and only that matters.

Understand?

Yes, I understand.

-How are you? -Fine.

-You're not gonna ask? -Well?

There you go. Ten thousand euros.

That's good.

Yes. Now I can breathe a bit.

And retype my novel.

They mentioned another project too.

I'm seeing the director next week.

-Did things go well for you? -Yes. Well, almost.

-Meaning? -It's Constantin.

He asked if it's true that I like another man more than you.

Did you tell him the truth?

What truth?

All of your men. What do I know?

You know why I had them and that they're gone now.

There will be more.

Even when there were none, you said the same thing.

And I wasn't wrong.

It's easy!

Indeed, for you it doesn't seem difficult at all.

One moment of absence and you immediately find another guy.

It wasn't one moment or immediately.

You didn't touch me for three years.

You told me I was undesirable and uninteresting.

-Here we go again. -When it's not convenient for you.

What isn't convenient for me? You getting jumped by idiots?

Guys who screwed you from the front and back?

You're telling me you're unhappy that you got off?

Those guys are still there. They're in you forever.

What do I do about that?

I live with them? We all sleep in the same bed?

So you're allowed to neglect me?

To decide my life? You don't care if I'm happy.

Happiness, pleasure!

The big words of the day.

Go ahead, be happy. Indulge yourself.

What are you complaining about? Look around you!

Are you sick? Did you see Hubert? How can you complain about happiness?

Is seeing me cry every day bearable?

That idiots like me exist who bleed for everyone else?

-Do you bleed for anyone else? -No, they make me bleed.

Who do you love?

I love you, but I should hate you.

You don't tell me you love me anymore.

We'll never make it. Never.

You shouldn't have done what you did.

Okay, fine.

-So what do we do? -We live with it.

Really? So you'll spend the next 20 years making me pay for it?

You'll have a good reason to drink and me to shut up!

If only you could shut up. It would be so much more feminine.

I'm a woman so I shut up. I have nothing to say?

The man has every right?

What right? To live with an adulterer?

What did you do for those three years?

I asked you if you were fucking someone else.

I wrote my books. Where are yours?

Mom!

-Why are your eyes red, Mom? -No.

Were you arguing again?

A bit. It's no big deal. You know Mom cries for nothing.

Twenty minutes of TV then bath time.

You have school tomorrow. You can't stay up late.

-Can you help me with my homework? -I'm coming.

Yes! I want to be with Tentacool and Tentacruel!

That's enough Pokémon.

Yes, Dad, that's enough Pokémon.

See you tomorrow, kids.

Hello? Hi, Amélie. Just a minute.

-Hello? -Hi sweetie.

I won't keep you for long.

I have an auction tomorrow that looks great.

We could go together if you want.

That way you could meet Dimitri

and tell him nice things about me.

Tomorrow's Thursday.

I can't. I have to take the kids to school. Hang on.

-What are you doing tomorrow? -I'm going to London.

We've only talked about it for two weeks.

Sorry. I forgot.

No, forget it. I can't.

I have to take Richard to the airport and pick the kids up from school.

Some other time.

-So you're alone tomorrow night? -Yes.

Why don't we have our girls' dinner?

Okay.

We can do it tomorrow.

Christine has to go to Normandy.

I know Josée isn't doing anything. I'll take care of it.

Is that okay? Should I call?

Okay, we'll talk. Bye.

What did she want?

She has an auction but it won't work.

What else?

Nothing.

Actually, she wants to have dinner tomorrow night.

With who?

Me.

Do you think I'm an idiot?

With girls. Only girls. Is that okay with you?

You're being rude and no, it's not okay!

-What about the kids? -I'll ask Carole to stay.

Sure. While you're having fun.

I'm not going to have fun. It's three floors away. Don't exaggerate!

Then what are you going to do?

And why can't I have fun?

You said you weren't going there to have fun. So why go?

-This is ridiculous! -You already said that.

-You're really… -What am I again?

Why are you crying, Mom?

Stop arguing!

Good thing we left early.

What's going on?

This isn't normal. There must be an accident.

I can't miss this plane.

There's one almost every hour to London.

With the strike, you're not even sure to leave.

Look.

Things will start moving.

Or not.

As you say.

It looks serious.

Look, it's moving. It'll be fine.

That's nice.

-What? -When you're optimistic.

It's a question of willingness.

Okay, forget I said that.

Don't forget to call your brother. He'd love to see you.

I planned to invite my editor for dinner tonight.

We have a big day tomorrow.

I'll call you and let you know. Where will you be?

At home. Where do you expect?

I don't expect anything.

"Give me the most humble faith, that I weep

Over the impropriety of so many painful words

Over the uselessness of grace and the time

Cowardly wasted by the effort I lose"

-What? -Nothing.

Take care. And have fun.

Take care. And you have a little fun too.

I love you, Justine.

I love you.

Hi, Mom.

Did I wake you?

Yeah.

Well, just because.

No, it's the kids. I miss them a little.

It's the first time we're not coloring Easter eggs together.

Are they okay?

Mom…

No, I'm here. I'm listening.

Yes, that's all I wanted to know. I'm going to sleep now.

No, don't worry.

Everything's fine. Don't worry.

I love you too. Take care.

Okay. Goodbye.

Hello?

I'm okay.

No, the kids are fine.

I miss them.

Really?

Not really.

Yes, still.

I don't know. I don't think. It's like that.

I don't even want to know.

I'm learning.

Yes. I'm me and you're you.

Listen, I'm tired.

Tired.

I don't know.

What? You don't need them anymore?

You don't need them anymore?

Come tomorrow. You want to bring them back tomorrow?

So keep them, then! Keep the keys!

I didn't ask you for anything!

I didn't even ask you to come and get your things

that've been here for three months.

Shit! Okay.

See you tomorrow.

Excuse me.

Want some tea?

Your tea?

What's that supposed to mean?

This is your place now.

First, it's not my place. It's ours.

-Do you want some tea? -Yes, I'd like that.

I emptied out the place. You can get settled.

I'm sorry. I should be the one to leave.

With no job and three kids?

I'm worried about you, Justine.

You don't realize what you're doing.

You're breaking our family apart. Why?

I can't believe this is happening to us. Why are you doing this?

For you, for me, for us.

There's no more us. No family!

What about the kids?

All kids suffer when something like this happens.

-I don't know any. -Yeah, that's you.

You know what you want so you can throw everything away.

You'll pay dearly for this.

What? I'll pay for being myself and knowing what I want?

Is that what you want? That's not love.

I love you but you don't love me. We were together and now we're not.

All this because you want to be free. Be free and screw who you want.

-I'm not screwing anyone. You? -What's his name?

-Did you hear me? -No.

You don't get that it's you I'm leaving?

Understand the idiots that will end up in my bed? No.

-You're becoming vulgar. -I'm becoming vulgar?

It's my bed too.

And this is about us.

Where were you all this time? Did you love us? No.

I was all alone. What were you doing?

Nothing like this.

"Nothing," I'm sure. "Like this," I'm not so sure.

-You don't hold back. -Because I've given you everything.

If I could have given you more without taking you.

Shit!

Miss…

It's nothing.

Is anyone there?

There you are. I just got here too.

Come in. Don't just stand there.

-Want something to drink? -No thanks.

Where are you on your tour?

The horses are tired. We'll start again in September.

I'm going to Camargue tomorrow.

It'll be cool. My childhood friends are there.

We often take the horses in the woods for three days and nights.

We sleep outside and look at the stars.

The same way I'm looking at you.

It's the first time.

For what?

That I come to your place.

Yeah?

Here.

How's Richard?

He still loves horses.

Why is he angry at me?

For loving his wife a bit too much.

That's strange.

I've never even touched his wife.

And it's good like that.

You gonna give me some?

It isn't good.

Like what?

Like that.

You, me, everything we don't say.

What we… I don't know. I don't always understand you.

You're young.

It's normal at your age.

-You're young too. It's not normal. -What?

Nothing.

You know the latest on blondes?

No.

What's a brown lock on a blonde?

-No. -A ray of hope.

Do you know why blondes do their hair this way?

I don't know!

Want some music?

No, I have to go.

Already?

-What time do you leave tomorrow? -2 pm.

Call me or I'll call you.

Excuse me.

-Mom! -Mom!

How are you?

And the arrow was stuck in the tree.

-Really? -I went to get the arrow.

-Can we watch TV, Mom? -If you want.

Yeah!

You and Richard have to be intelligent for the kids.

-Can he see them when he wants? -Yes, he still has a key.

Really?

He always calls before he comes.

In any case, I have nothing to hide.

Do what you want,

but one day you may want to give the keys to someone else.

I have no desire for that.

You say that now.

Exactly. It's now that I need.

No more worrying about things you can't change

that ruin the moments you have left.

I don't know if it's good

but I'm not lying to or cheating on anyone.

As for pain…

We all have pain.

Hello? It's you, Hubert. How are you?

Yes.

Don't move. I'll go get it.

The day after the kid's birthday, I think.

Yeah.

Yes.

Yeah, that's the way it is.

No, I don't understand.

I rented a studio but I think I'm gonna leave.

Yes, I remember.

He wants to see me? When?

Tomorrow at his office?

Jérémy, wash your hands after you pee.

Put on your slippers.

What about your work, honey?

Tell me.

It's fine. I have two new translations from the author I told you about.

You know, that Indian woman.

I still haven't finished Richard's, but…

I take the kids to school and pick them up in the afternoon.

Nothing's changed for them. I take care of them as usual and I work.

That's good. I stopped working for six years

to raise you and your brother.

I went back to work after. I was happy.

I had my friends at the store. We had fun together.

I had my life.

How long have you and Dad been married?

It's been 35 years minus three.

Why did you get back together?

I don't know.

-You don't know? -Yes. Your father came back.

-And you? -What about me?

Well, did you want to start over?

Yes. We thought things had changed.

Look now. Your father and I are happy.

Yes.

But you weren't happy then.

I remember when you got back together.

It was hell after.

You argued every day. It didn't work.

You said awful things to each other.

Yes. It wasn't what we wanted.

Your father came a long way and had lost everything.

And I was in love with him.

So you gave it your all. You put up with a lot.

I remember what a friend said to me

when your dad and I were separated.

"Never get back together with someone you left."

I thought about that sometimes.

Do you regret it?

If I were 20 again…

-You'd do things differently? -I was interested in many things.

I loved school, movies, literature, but…

Life decided otherwise. And I knew St-Germain,

boulevard Raspail, the little cafés where we talked every evening.

It was nice. We had no worries.

You have time. More than ever.

It's not the same, honey. We really…

Times have changed too. But your dad and I do lots of things.

We're here to take care of you. I'm fine.

So your work?

-Mom, I have to go poop. -You have to go poop?

You see, work is going well.

Come on, honey. Let's go poop.

So, did you make your decision?

Yes, I'm leaving.

Come.

We'll celebrate this at home.

It's a money war. What do you expect?

The poor against the rich.

The world is divided in two and we want to make money.

THE OTHER WORLD

Look, when Julia Roberts

makes 200 million dollars

for a movie I forget the name of that surely wasn't worth anything

except for the fact she was in it, it makes you want it.

And you have to pay that price to live in Los Angeles.

-Do you know Los Angeles? -Yes.

And you came back.

-And my idea? -Fantastic.

I thought of you right away.

When the director of the Barcelona opera called me

to tell me about this modern opera creation,

I immediately called Hubert. I knew you were friends.

As for the composer, Hiroshi Masucho…

No, that's not it. Hiroshi…

Anyway, something like that.

When he knew you were writing the booklet,

he went crazy. He said he read all your books in English.

-Your books were published in the USA? -No, in England.

In any case, I know you'll get along.

I had a great idea, didn't I?

It'll do you good to get away.

It doesn't cost me a cent. And we'll come to see you in Barcelona.

It's not far.

Not far from where?

Yes, honey. We'll be right there.

Take care.

We're here.

Richard, are you coming?

You idiot! Can't you watch where you're going? Bitch!

-Sweetheart. -You're already ready?

-Yes. Grandma's waiting for us. -Okay.

What are we doing? Are you taking Dad's car?

No. I can't parallel park.

I prefer taking the subway like the good old days.

Want me to drop you off?

-No? -You aren't coming to see your grandma?

I've got a meeting with my editor at 9:30.

I don't have time. I'm already late.

You could call her from work. She says you never call her.

I'll think about it.

-I'll think about it. -No makeup?

It's in my bag but I don't have time.

Hold on. She's not here. Go see Corinne.

-Hello. -Hi, Justine.

Maguy's in the hospital. She broke her foot.

Here's the translation. Look at it and give it back quickly.

How do you say "have sex with someone" in English.

-In a vulgar way? -Yes.

Okay. Thanks. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Hi, Richard.

I can't for lunch.

Don't hang up.

Bastard!

Hello? Excuse me. I'm working too.

It's not always when you want. I'm not getting upset!

Go get the kids from school. I'll see you there.

It's easier that way, okay? Bye.

Go on.

-When? -Now. I'm going before the holidays.

How will you see the kids?

Like now. Not very often.

What do you mean "not often"? You see them almost every day.

I hate being the Sunday and after school dad.

There's nothing left for me here.

I have no wife, no kids, no family.

What am I doing here? An idiot in a furnished apartment

waiting for visiting time?

That's entirely up to you.

If it were up to me, we'd still be a family.

Even if it were up to you, that doesn't mean it would work. Proof.

You've become harsh, Justine. Very harsh.

You think you're right to act as you do?

Yes.

-Can I have a coffee, please? -Me too.

I don't think I can love you anymore after this.

Too much humiliation. Lack of respect.

-I thought you hated that word. -It's you that I hate.

Another reason to leave.

Will you stop arguing?

-We aren't arguing. -We're talking calmly, your mom and I.

We say awful things.

-Ducks! -I'm gonna feed them.

There's a duck.

Little piece of wet bread.

Go on. Be careful not to fall.

Hold my hand, honey. I'm not wearing boots.

You'll need a bath.

Is anyone home?

Hello.

-Hello, Justine. How are you? -Fine.

-Do you have any eggs? -Yes. How many do you need?

-I don't know. A dozen? -Yes.

Okay. Thank you.

Constantin, what are you doing? Wait for me!

Henriette!

Big pig…

Come here so I can eat you, pig!

-Pig! -It stinks!

Is he eating it? Watch your fingers.

-Look who's there. -Grandpa! Wait for us!

Grandpa, wait for us!

Let's go!

Grandpa, take us to the duck pond!

Constantin, put your thing away.

-Hold out your plate. -Grandma, I love potatoes.

-Let's eat! -You'll get some. Quiet.

Stop with the helicopter. Want a drop?

The food is right there. Look. Constantin, put it away.

-The salt. -I'll go get it.

Sorry, I'm serving myself first.

I want the leg.

You can play with it later.

-It's your mother. -It's the country.

Wait.

Like that.

Summer will be sunny once again.

Prepare your fans as it will be hot.

The western part of the country will be under clear skies.

Storms will cool down the Pyrenees to the Loire.

Nap time will be very comfortable. We'll still be sweating.

Despite the storms, temperatures will be sweltering.

It will be 24 in Brest, 31 in Nice, 32 in Biarritz, 33 in Paris…

-Are you okay, honey? -I'm fine, Dad.

It's been a long time since that happened to us.

Yeah.

You never looked happy.

Maybe I don't know how to be happy.

True. You always were a bit sad, even when you were young.

But not like this.

You were playful, smiling, open.

A bit like you are now.

It's good to see you like this. It makes me happy.

-It's nice of you to say that. -It's not nice. It's normal.

I love my daughter.

I love you.

-Sorry if I didn't know. -What?

How to make everyone get along.

You can't change people, you know.

No.

But I changed.

He changed me.

He taught me so many things.

I refuse to be angry at him.

I won't regret the past. There's no use.

You can't stop yourself. It will happen on its own.

You can never forget the reasons you left.

Because she never forgets.

I know. I wanted to get all of that out.

But I can't.

Denying my whole life.

How do you take your life out of you?

I've only known this one.

It made me who I am.

It's as if I were cut in two.

-And I'm afraid. -Afraid of what?

Of others.

Of myself.

You are you, Justine.

Stop thinking that isn't good.

I don't know who I am.

I know.

A little girl who's sensitive to the pain of others.

With an absent father who didn't tell her how much he loved her.

A little girl who understood everything

and who never said why she cried all the time.

A little girl who wanted to be understood

but we didn't have time.

So that little girl looked for another father

who was more present.

And she let him say whatever he wanted about her.

Completely. Blindly.

Entirely.

Out of want or out of love. I don't know.

Richard did what I couldn't

but he forgot one thing.

You weren't part of him and he'll never forgive you for that.

He can't resist. You're his possession.

He'll never want to lose you. Less and less.

But men are cowards like I was.

Or selfish people who take others' freedom.

Why are you only telling me this now?

Because I want to be guilty of something.

And I'm sorry.

Dad?

Where are you?

Dad?

Dad?

Your meal, sir.

Hello, Richard. How are you?

Eusebi is a few minutes late.

He's sorry. I apologize.

-Would you like a drink? -No, thanks. I'm fine.

Can I do something for you?

-Thanks, everything is fine. -Okay.

I'll be back for you in two minutes.

Okay.

Richard?

Richard.

I was tired of playing politics.

This has been going on for 300 years between Catalonia and Spain.

I'm tired.

Because the politicians fired me,

me and my program, I'm leaving.

I have no choice.

But our opera isn't lost.

It exists!

And I'm sure that one day or another--

One day or another everything will disappear.

I believe that that which existed

exists forever.

I'm planning a reception at home with friends

and the violinist, Elisa Luchetti,

who you absolutely must meet.

She has trouble standing up on her high heels,

but what fingers! When she plays her violin

she's a prodigy.

At 25 years old,

playing the main part of a contemporary opera in Barcelona

was fantastic for her career.

But it's all over.

Magnificent but it works.

Hi! How are you? How are you doing?

-Good evening. -Richard, good evening!

Let me introduce you to my friends.

Are you Richard Turmel?

Yes. Good evening. Elisa?

Nice to meet you.

-Good evening. -Good evening.

-Please. -Thank you.

I'm pleased to meet you.

Yes, well, the circumstances aren't ideal.

-It hurts a bit. -Are you okay?

-Do you want me to hold you? -Thank you.

-Are you cold? -No, this keeps me very warm.

I still prefer taking my shoes off.

Do you often walk barefoot in the cold?

-Yes. -Really?

-You never get sick? -No.

Hello.

-Hello. -Hello, Clémentine.

-Are the boys here? -Yes, they are.

-Hi, Clémentine. -Do you want a candy?

Don't move!

Clément!

Are you okay? No kiss for me?

Listen to my turkey.

Miss Ladybug

God's beast

Miss Ladybug

Fly up to the sky

Little white dot, she waits

Little red dot, she moves

Little black dot…

I wouldn't be afraid.

I'll go even higher than you.

Ant, did you go see my dad?

My dad will give you something to eat.

Tell your mother.

-Are you coming? -No, I can't.

My mom will be home soon.

-Come on. It isn't far. -Where?

-My place. -Yeah.

I know where it is but I still can't go.

-So you only came for five minutes? -Yeah.

-And it's been five minutes. Gotta go. -Wait!

I'll miss you.

Tomorrow afternoon, if you want.

-I finish at five. I'll pick you up. -If you want.

I don't want to see him.

Why is it never how you think?

Mom!

You're going to see your dad this weekend.

-Really? Where? -He's going to pick you up.

-But to go where? -I don't know.

Maybe he'll take you to Grandma and Grandpa's.

No! Not Grandma and Grandpa's!

-When will we get there? -Look in your pocket.

Excuse me?

Hello.

-Very good. Thank you. -Thanks. Goodbye.

Thank you.

-Have a good trip. -Goodbye.

Let's go!

I'm first!

Where are we stopping, Mom? Where are we going?

-Look, Mom! -Jérémy!

-Are you okay? -Yes.

Be careful!

Are you okay?

-Are you hurt? -A bit.

Where does it hurt?

Show me. You're gonna have a big bruise.

Stuntman!

I love you!

I love you too.

-Are you okay? -Yes.

What are you thinking about? Dad?

Yes. I miss him sometimes.

-Is that it? -After, I don't know.

After, things will be fine.

-Now it's a bit… -Now it's good too.

Yeah, it's good.

-Shall we continue? -Yeah!

-She looks like you. -You think so?

She's pretty.

She looks a lot like you.

Hello?

Good evening, sir.

No.

Yes, they're sleeping.

Everything is fine, yes.

No, she's not home. She went out to eat.

Okay. Do you want me to go see them?

Okay, I'll tell her you called.

Thanks. You too. Goodbye.

What are you doing for Christmas, girls?

The usual. I won't have my daughter.

Dinner in front of the TV. We'll have a blast.

-What about you, Justine? -I'm going to my parents' for once.

We haven't had Christmas together in ten years.

I'm not alone. It's reassuring.

-What about you, Josée? -Me…

My parents, the kids… As usual.

And you, Amélie?

I'm gonna have fun with Clint Eastwood.

I'm watching all theDirty Harrys.

With the…

How about we talk about love?

Subtitle translation by: Leanne Bordelais