Good Girl
That's enough. Stop following me.
You started at the subway. It's obvious.
You seem normal but I can't do coffee today.
Or tomorrow or the next day. I'm too busy.
I nearly missed my stop so I jumped out
but not after you.
But you spotted me.
Sorry, no.
You didn't?
I have a lot on my mind.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you
by not following you.
Not at all.
My mistake. I feel ridiculous.
I don't know...
Do you want to do coffee?
I'm in a rush. Things to do.
Tomorrow?
Tomorrow at 6 o'clock. You know the Mont Lozère?
6 o'clock.
I'll make time. Okay.
Goodbye.
Charming.
You don't want to talk?
Right.
Nice smile.
Hold it.
Don't move.
- Hello. - Hello.
How are you?
Fine.
So you didn't move to Toulouse?
Bordeaux. It was Bordeaux.
No, I ended up staying.
When I saw you, since I thought you were in Bordeaux,
or rather Toulouse,
it was a shock seeing you here.
I understand.
Especially since I'm never in Paris. I moved to Lyons.
Are you...
are you alone?
Yes. I had some time on my hands.
It's dumb. It was an urge, like needing to piss.
No, I mean
do you live alone?
No, I'm still with Michel.
With Bernard.
With Bernard?
You said Michel.
You meant Bernard.
A slip of the tongue.
I don't know any Bernards.
You are Ophélie Legouénédal?
No, I'm not Ophélie Legouénédal. I'm Fontaine Leglou.
Fontaine Leglou?
No, it's not familiar.
I must have immediately suggested another form of therapy.
So you're not the person from the bank?
My financial advisor, Jean-Philippe Loniewski.
I'm Maurice Gudarzi.
Dr. Maurice Gudarzi.
I see.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye.
Can you do it fast?
Do you want the body too?
It's not a portrait?
I can do a body underneath.
A tiny little body,
like a caricature.
Okay, but make it fast.
Remember me? I'm a regular.
Yes, maybe.
One adult?
I was wondering
if maybe I left my things yesterday.
A green bag.
I don't have green.
We can lend swimsuits.
That's not very hygienic.
Okay, fine.
Still, it's a little gross.
It depends.
Thanks.
Do you want a cigarette?
Yes, please.
These ones?
Can I have two?
You smoke too much, Doctor.
Ouardia?
It's Sonia.
Who's in the lounge?
Cécile and Touffik.
He's much better. Want to join them?
No, thanks.
You should do the workshops. Try pottery.
You could make an ashtray.
You think it's funny?
I can't do workshops yet but I get a day trip out tomorrow.
Anyway, workshops are out after a narcosis.
No narcosis today.
Maybe.
Get some rest.
Is the anesthetist...
really called Fountain?
Fontaine Leglou. Get some rest.
Good day, Fontaine. Good day, Michel.
How are you? Fine, fine.
Hello, Mirette.
Can I pay you Thursday?
Yes, no problem.
Hey, it's me.
Can you make some tea, please?
I hope you don't ask Mirette to make you tea.
- Of course not. - I can do it.
I know how.
Who's that?
It's Amandine.
She lives downstairs.
She lost her keys.
Really?
I did something wrong?
I shouldn't have let her in?
"You're lying. Go before I call the police."
Amandine, this is Fontaine.
Hello, Amandine.
Delicious.
I'm going. They'll be back by now.
What time is it?
Quarter to five, Mrs. Hive.
Bye, Michel.
Bye, Amandine.
- Call me Almond. - Okay. Bye, Almond.
More tea?
She's funny.
Yeah.
Amandine, though...
Why not? Amandine...
What? It's a nice name.
Didn't a little Amandine go missing in the '80s?
There were posters in all the tobacconists'.
Man, it was great before I quit smoking!
She was never found.
Hooray, she's back.
What's up? You had a bad day?
Nothing.
My day starts in two hours. I'm on nights.
No, but all the same...
why was there...
a little girl here?
I told you, she lost her keys.
I know but all the same.
I don't know, it's...
Sorry, but...
weren't you uncomfortable? It's weird.
What did you do?
Nothing special. We talked.
I worked on the computer. She watched TV.
You talked with Amandine.
What are you getting at? What do you mean?
What's wrong with you?
- Don't you get it, honey? - What?
You live with a guy who loves a girl like you.
Still, it's weird. Why were you wearing gloves?
She saw them. What could I say?
"It's weird to wear gloves with a little girl."
I wore the glove. Who cares?
- What are you thinking, exactly? - Nothing.
All the same, "Almond."
She's weird, right?
You're weird.
They noticed it very late.
For a long time it was there
but it didn't grow.
At about 18 or 20, when he has stopped...
When he had stopped...
When he had stopped growing,
they realized it was a tiny extra jaw.
A tiny jaw, fully formed?
Right. They did X-rays. It's common, especially in the head.
I didn't know that.
It was the remains of a twin that never developed.
Your brother came yesterday?
He seems nice.
They brought an electric kettle to make tea.
Better than hot tap water.
His wife, my sister-in-law, is a witch.
She's an interior designer but she also divines water.
She's in demand on farms.
- She's not. - She is.
This is a smoking area.
Do you know what I'm thinking?
I think so.
Not bad.
And now do you know?
Yes.
This time you can't know.
Yes, I do.
You do?
Absolutely.
You don't dare ask me if sometimes you could...
You know?
Do that?
No, that wasn't it.
Why? Do you...
Is that what you want?
What, exactly?
Oh, that? No, no...
I mean,
not especially.
Why, do you?
It's not really my thing. You knew that?
Yes, of course.
So everything's fine?
Everything's perfect.
Monsieur le Marquis?
Monsieur le Marquis.
So we're in love, right?
I guess we are.
It looks like I have to marry you.
Marry me, Fontaine.
I'm asking you in the most official way.
Be my wife.
Be Mrs. Fontaine Michel Strogoff.
Come on,
marry me.
I'm already yours.
You don't want to get married.
I do, probably.
I'm surprised.
I don't know.
So it's not a yes.
Don't fall asleep. You're on nights.
I forgot my key to the gate.
The intercom?
You were asleep. As usual.
As usual... It happens.
I'll be in my office. Nothing to report?
Nothing.
- Doctor, you're hurt. - No.
Wish me a good night.
Good night, Doctor.
Hell.
Sorry, I'm late. Hello.
You were leaving?
I could have waited longer but I saw my bus coming...
You live on the 38 route?
It's a good route, the 38. Reliable.
Yes.
And you?
The 75.
It's more complicated.
Coffee?
You're not drinking?
Yes, I am.
You've kept your coat on. You're cold.
I'll take it off.
What's your name?
Jean-Pierre?
Jean-Jacques.
I knew it. You're Jean-Jacques all over.
It's not a problem.
And you?
I'd say...
Sylvie.
Fontaine.
You have a ring. Are you married?
Relax. My wife knows about all my affairs. She has them too.
We compare notes.
You do?
But I...
I mean...
I don't ever...
I only drink at mealtimes.
I'm not forcing you.
But if you want to go to a hotel, it's possible.
There are plenty nearby.
Are you married?
No, that's just it.
What's just it?
I've just been asked.
What are you doing here?
I don't know.
I really don't know.
But going to a hotel won't be possible.
Do I get the check?
Will you tell your wife about me?
About this? No.
Nothing to tell. She won't be interested.
My name, at least?
What was it again?
Some guy's been staring at you. Do you know him?
He looks like a patient but it's not him.
He's locked up in a high-security clinic.
It's Fontaine.
Why is he staring at you?
I must look like someone he knows but it's not me.
- It's not you? - It's not me.
Sorry, I'm leaving now.
I wanted to say,
I never do this.
This?
This.
Or this.
Or this either.
Can you give me a cigarette and a light?
No way.
Do you speak German?
Nein, nein. Fuck it!
I can't. I'm smoking.
He'll throw it in my face.
"Bitte schön."
Yes, what seems to be the problem?
No problem. It always does this.
Please describe the problem so we can attend to it.
There is no problem. It goes off for no reason.
Got it. Goodbye.
Thank you, sir.
Right.
I'm not asleep.
How did you do that?
It's still there?
In fact,
I did an act at Beaubourg with a fire eater from Germany.
And you? It's late.
I buried my sister's dog. It got run over.
Really?
That's terrible.
But...
you don't have a sister.
No.
So she doesn't have a dog.
No sister, no dog.
If I did, she'd have had one.
Eventually, it would have got run over.
She'd have asked me to bury it in her garden.
After, we'd have drunk a hot chocolate in her kitchen.
We'd have hardly spoken.
Outside, I'd have slipped on something.
It would have been all over the road.
I'd have come home sad and disgusted.
I'd have told you. You'd have...
hit me.
What's wrong with you?
You're sick. You have a problem.
You'd have looked at me.
You'd have turned.
Slowly, you'd have reached out to switch off the light.
You'd have kissed me...
like it was our first time.
Not bad.
Sorry?
What did you say?
Really?
Hello, nice to meet you. How are you?
Sorry, I forgot.
The day before yesterday, how was I? Okay?
Yes.
You didn't find me different? Morose?
No.
You know me well enough to see a difference?
Yes, of course.
- I'm your daughter. - Yes.
What do you see? Something in my eyes, right?
You see something unsettled.
You see I'm not there, or if I am it's a huge effort.
What normally makes me laugh, leaves me cold.
Yes, leaves you cold.
But I'm doing all the talking.
That's it. That's exactly it.
How's Dad?
Fine. He's back to 0.3.
0.3?
Great. Take care.
Hugues.
Prostate?
Prostate.
Sorry, I had a patient in my office.
My place is your place.
Don't start. It's over.
My Miss Take.
Know how you spell it?
Yes, thanks.
My mistake.
How's your husband?
- We're not married. - Same thing.
Yeah?
I don't know.
Take this with you. It attracts bugs.
I gave you those shoes.
Hugues...
Estelle's parents are here.
Okay. It's not what it looks like.
Tell them I'm coming.
"Hughes..."
You sleep with her?
Not exactly.
Yeah, you sleep with her.
Yes?
You stink. You smell good but you stink.
There's a reason I'm barefoot but it's too hard...
to explain.
I'm sure.
Your chair is wobbly.
Like at the canteen.
What canteen?
The canteen
at primary school,
at high school, at lunch.
Gross food. Shitty chairs.
Duralex glasses.
You can read your age in them.
"How old am I today?"
No?
You never went?
No, I didn't.
Or maybe for a week or two when...
When...
When my mother broke her coccyx.
You didn't ask to see me, Doctor...
Philippe... Philippe.
You didn't ask to see me, Dr. Philippe Philippe,
about my mother's coccyx or my father's prostate.
I'm no psychiatrist.
I know.
Doctor?
Yes.
Philippe's my first name.
Not Philippe Philippe.
An ashtray.
Can I smoke?
I mean, if you could not.
I can not.
It's not that I mind.
If you could not not then you could have.
Why are you looking at me like that?
Like what?
Like that.
What would you think if I looked at you like that?
Go ahead. Do it.
That you love me.
That you're attracted to me.
I'd think you're attracted to me.
More than that.
You don't know what's going on in my head
but you'd like to go take a look,
to find out.
To find out.
Yes, to find out.
In my head, in your head.
I saw you yesterday,
at the square at Beaubourg.
With the...
Yes?
It's me.
Sorry, am I interrupting?
We've finished. Sit down.
...the fire eater.
Right.
Look, I know about canteens.
Okay, but yesterday, you were juggling.
I was juggling?
Yes.
It's going to be okay.
Goodbye, Philippe.
It's just the interns having a joke.
- Who? - The interns.
- I thought they hated your guts. - Really?
You said they think you're cold, superior, uncommunicative,
- hot ass but bourgeois and... - And?
Happy that way.
Really?
No, I don't think so.
Maybe I'm just paranoid.
I'm kidding.
Idiot, you never said that.
I didn't?
Okay then.
So nobody said I had a hot ass?
Nobody.
But I have something for you.
Can you lend me your shoes, please?
Don't want to ladder your stockings?
Come on, only as far as the car.
We can't see my parents like this.
We can't arrive so early.
You know her.
By 6 o'clock she thinks we forgot.
Who's the patient?
A doctor.
Okay.
And the doctor is a patient?
Right.
You touch him.
You call him Philippe.
We only use first names, for privacy.
Even us doctors never use their last names.
He doesn't look sick.
He is. He's on medication.
What's he on?
Anafranil 75, twice a day.
Rivotril, one half, twice a day.
Tegretol but he's switching to Lithium, a variant.
At night, Imovane.
Plus two or three narcosis sessions per week.
And 2 Yohimbine, 3 times a day.
Helpful?
It makes him calm, alert, moderate,
thoughtful, light-hearted,
yet unfathomable, tall, well-dressed.
Unpredictable, right? And amenable.
Amen.
Amenable, fuck it!
Not amen.
Then it's him, trying to seduce you.
But I don't care.
Somewhere on me, I have proof that I trust you completely.
Somewhere...
He wanted to talk.
You're no psychiatrist.
Un-fucking-like you, I'm somewhere in the ballpark.
Do I fucking hassle you when 794,000km away,
a frozen penguin defrosts,
shifting by 2 millimeters the earth's fucking crust
and you have to race off
to the icecap to join those sluts in anoraks,
your paleonto-climatologist Eskimots?
Eskimos, not Eskimots. It's Eskimos.
Okay, fine.
I can say it!
Hello.
Paleonto-climatologist.
Hello, I'm Cléia and I'm new.
Where did you get the coats?
It's time to go back to your rooms. Come with me.
You're in the office of Dr. Leglou.
I'm sure he'll be back soon.
In fact, I'm Dr. Leglou.
I'm a woman.
And you can call me Fontaine.
I'm her partner, Michel Strogoff.
Excuse me.
I know the name, Mr. Strogoff.
There's no fooling you, Célia.
Cléa, not Célia.
Sorry, Cléa. Pretty name.
Thank you. It's Cléia, with an i.
Sorry, Cléia, then. Pretty name.
Thank you.
I'll be going. Sorry about before.
No problem. Bye, Cléa. See you soon.
Cléia.
Scrabble?
Not tonight?
Tomorrow, maybe?
I hid it because I was so ashamed of having a corset.
I felt totally abnormal in it.
Since I express myself with my body,
having my body trapped
in this kind of plastic and iron thing
was in conflict with my life,
the life I wanted.
We lined up at the canteen as kids.
I had my own way of doing it, back to the wall.
Everyone lined up but I was there...
Can I help you?
I came for your tray. I saw you hadn't eaten.
You're not hungry? Something wrong?
What's it called when it's late, your food's gone cold
and instead of sitting, you want to look out
at someone whose existence moves you, but you don't?
When it's your 4th time here for electroshocks
because nothing else works
and you know you'll get out but not when or why or for whom.
And the horror of thinking it's not so bad here.
What's it called?
It's called, "I put on my pajamas and hope I sleep."
Yes, that must be it.
That's it.
Want the yogurt?
Yes, please. Leave me the yogurt.
- What's the code? - 9510B.
I know all your numbers. Why don't you know mine?
Your parents, your office, your brother, the garage, your cell phone.
9510B, 83A73,
2569, 1856,
1011, 20B92...
No, it's 92B20.
When I propose, why can't you answer?
2801.
My shrink's code?
You asked me to drop off your thesis.
"Between Seasons in the Arctic and Antarctic."
Between seasons! As if...
- Who is it? - Who is it?
Jack the Ripper and Sylvie Révériègo, Mom.
Back from the past to haunt you.
Who?
It's us!
"As if..."
As if he were interested.
I'm sorry. He's interested. Interested in you.
I'm interested in you, too.
B7680.
EA551.
Darling, it's tomorrow.
- Tomorrow? - Not tonight?
No, it's tomorrow.
But come in.
That new haircut suits you.
I haven't had a haircut. It hasn't changed.
Lucky you didn't. It suits you.
Jean?
Jean, it's Michel and Fontaine.
Come see her new haircut.
It's perfect, exactly like the old one.
Don't worry, it's nothing. It's almost gone.
I'll kiss you anyway.
You wanted to see us so badly, you came a day early?
That must be it.
I'd have made rabbit. Do you like rabbit?
Yes, I love it.
With fresh pasta. Would you have liked fresh pasta?
You'd have preferred eggplants.
I knew it. I told you we needed both.
I'd have made both.
We're not free tomorrow.
Tonight, I don't have a thing.
Unless... you want some yogurt.
Okay, I'll have one.
I'll get it.
Check the shell-life date, darling.
It's shelf-life. S-H-E-L-F
L-I-F-E. Okay?
I'll go help Philippe.
Michel?
Michel.
Wake Dad. It's important.
Is it?
He's not sleeping.
He's thinking.
Are you sure?
He's always been like that.
Always?
Since he was a baby.
We met at 16 months.
He was 16 months. I was 13 months.
But I was potty-trained first.
Okay, Mom. Skip the details.
Can you pass me my shoes? It's time to go.
Forget the yogurt. We'll take it home.
I'll lend you your father's shoes.
You can help skin the rabbit.
The slits are made but it takes two to pull.
I'm not skinning anything. Ask the butcher.
For tomorrow, I also had roast beef.
You'd have preferred roast beef tomorrow?
Yes.
What?
Nothing.
I helped myself...
You did the right thing.
You know,
for two years, I was a bum.
Angèle and I got divorced.
We got remarried
but for two years, I had nothing.
I dropped out.
I wanted nothing.
They called me Jeannot. They called me Jean-Jean.
Everyone thought I was in Costa Rica on business.
An engineering job.
But I was really in the neighborhood.
Ever been to Rica? Costa Rica?
Me neither. I was in the neighborhood.
Angèle often walked past me
on her way to the market
and sometimes she left coins in my cup.
Even a note once.
I had a hat,
nails out to here
and threadbare blankets donated by the parish.
One day they asked me
if I was of Jewish faith.
"Of Jewish faith"? Yes.
Know what they replied?
"We commend your honesty."
I took my blankets and shoes and never went back.
Twice, I saw the boys go by.
Etienne is a year younger than Michel.
They went home after school with a whole series of ugly girls.
The fashion in those days!
One day,
I had 100 francs. It was summer. I drank less.
I caught the bus to Roissy airport.
I'd been to Orly. I wanted to see Roissy. It was new.
In the bus, it was crowded. I realized I stank.
It was horrible.
The guy next to me was upset but he didn't complain.
He was too polite.
So at Roissy, I washed and shaved.
And I came back from Costa Rica.
I called Angèle, who was my ex-wife after all.
I said my suitcase and wallet had been stolen.
She came to get me
and the bum was gone.
I came back from abroad.
I've never told anyone.
Anyone.
I've never told anyone.
Not her, not them, nobody.
Don't ever tell them.
I think Angèle and Philippe are in the kitchen, with the rabbit.
Angèle and Philippe?
Where's Michel?
Michel is with them.
I'll go help them.
Time to go?
Time to go.
Michel said he'd wait in the car.
He looked terrible.
He looked in your yogurt container. He was pale.
He leaned over, as if to say something, then changed his mind.
He woke me. He said he'd be outside.
You didn't tell him about Costa Rica?
What did he want to ask me?
How to get me to marry him.
Now you know what to never mention.
Yes.
What?
Costa Rica.
Goodbye.
Trick or treat?
No, we say, "Trick or treat?"
What are the tricks?
Toilet paper!
Gobs of spit! Stickers!
Wait, I have something.
Can I still have the stickers?
It's not safe, walking around by yourselves.
You never know who you'll find.
I don't like you ringing at doors.
There's no problem.
I'm here.
I wouldn't let them go out alone.
Sorry. Okay.
I'm Marco, your destiny.
Can I come in?
What?
I'm your destiny. Can I come in?
I'm Marco, your destiny. Can I come in?
Do you want some treats?
Why do you say treats instead of candy?
Don't be scared. Can I come in?
I guess so.
You're not surprised to see me in this get-up?
It's Halloween. It's late...
I'll take it off.
I'm hot.
To start with, you should cut out the candy.
What are you dressed up as?
Fontaine Leglou's destiny.
What am I going to become?
What you already are.
Tell me.
Will we have children?
Mind if I smoke?
Nothing's going to change?
Cut out the candy. You'll be sorry.
I don't need you to know that.
What can you tell me?
I'm no fortune teller. I'm your destiny.
Do you know Michel's destiny?
Of course.
But he's lazy. He'll never drop by.
Too bad.
I'll get going. I have things to do.
You have nothing else to tell me?
For a destiny, you're a little...
Yeah, I know.
I'll take a snack, for the road.
Don't you have something more filling,
like a sandwich or cold chicken, with a few beers?
Sure. You want it now, already?
I quit.
Not really. You're going to have this one.
I'm here. It's a start.
Nothing's changed here.
If we hadn't met again at the gym,
1,000 euros and three sessions for me this year,
you wouldn't have called
to say come back?
I didn't give you an order.
You called me. Now you're here.
You said, "See you some time."
Exactly that: "Some time."
And here we are, this time.
I'm okay.
Your wedding ring's gone. You got divorced?
Always the talker, Dr. Walker.
I think
you don't want to pressure your patients.
What's that look?
I'm smiling. Just smiling.
Let's talk about you.
Me?
Someone proposed.
Michel?
Michel. Very good.
I mean Stroggoff. Michel Stroggoff.
And?
And...
The truth is
it reminds me of a bad dream when I was little.
I was pretending to swallow and spit out a sweet my aunt gave me.
It was really a small S-shaped hook.
Then, unfortunately, I swallowed it.
Very good.
What's "very good?"
What do you know?
You don't know a thing.
But I need some advice.
I need a medical opinion.
That's just it.
And I met someone.
You're in love?
I don't know.
But I'm not not.
We'll look into that.
- See you Thursday. - See you Thursday.
Hello, how are you?
Good.
Thanks.
Do you mind?
You're new?
You're old?
Do you...
know her well?
You could say that.
She's like a tunnel.
Only the train hasn't been through her.
And I mean "through." She won't get on top.
Who knows why?
Maybe she hates her breasts.
Or she saves it for her boyfriend.
He's a scientist and ex-triathlon champ.
Biathlon? Triathlon.
If you like her, help yourself. Go right ahead.
The key's in the lock and the door's wide open.
They're all like that here,
patients and doctors. It's a real whorehouse.
And on the outside, don't get me started!
You look shocked. Don't be.
Anyone will tell you. Just ask.
You'd never guess but she's done them all:
the medical staff, a few patients... the least affected ones.
I have to go.
Excuse me,
I'm due for a narcosis.
Narcosis.
The three security pigs too.
Even the one who smells of dandelion.
You're giving me the shot?
It's not your first.
You're still nervous?
What are you looking at?
Still, it's a general anesthetic.
Ever had one?
No, but I know how to do them.
What are you looking at?
You.
Stop that.
No, it's for the injection.
Sorry.
I heard bad things about you.
Yes.
You're going to feel liquid in your vein.
You've heard?
Yes, I know.
They say despite appearances I'm a cold hypocrite.
I'm self-obsessed,
clothes-obsessed. I got my PhD through connections.
I'm neurotic and disorganized.
I never attend farewell drinks, or arrival drinks either.
And all my super-human efforts to...
You should be feeling something.
I'm okay.
Your super-human efforts...
To...
I don't know...
to cover up
are always pathetic or ridiculous.
And why don't I have kids with my potential Nobel prize-winner...
And triathlon champion?
You know it all.
But don't believe it. Don't think...
It's working.
I feel like...
I'm going to...
Please,
can I hold your hand?
It's best if you don't.
Don't worry. It's okay.
No, it's just that...
just now,
I'll have...
a coffee, no sugar. Is that okay?
You'll have a coffee, no sugar?
You will? When?
No, you had a coffee, no sugar.
You had a coffee, no sugar. It's no big deal.
Engagement?
No, because I swallowed my engagement ring last night.
Co...
- Sorry?
Collect.
Fork.
Your sh...
- Yoursh? ...it.
Your shit.
No!
I didn't say that!
No, you didn't say that.
You didn't say that.
You didn't say that!
Wake up. Wake up!
It's going to be okay.
You didn't say anything. It's fine.
You'll forget everything.
Not his short-term memory.
But maybe not not either.
- He'll forget. - But you won't.
So you know, the clock moved back.
Lunch will be later.
Okay.
I don't remember what I said before I went down.
I said something wrong.
What was it?
I don't know
but I don't want to remember.
Something unspeakable.
Something horrible.
It works. You forgot.
I'll take your blood pressure.
Give me your wrist.
You remember there's something to forget.
Yes.
Shit.
What?
No, nothing.
Hello.
I'm alive.
Thank you.
Are your stools normal or do you want a laxative?
Sorry?
Can you leave us alone for a moment?
What does he do for a living...
your future husband?
This is the earth's core.
It's made of iron.
Around it is the outer core made of iron and nickel.
Then the magma
and finally the earth's crust, also called the mantle.
He studies the tectonics of the plates.
There are several big plates:
The Eurasian, the American, the Antarctic.
When the plates move apart,
the cracks are filled by volcanoes.
That's how the earth was made.
I mean, I think.
Billions of years ago.
You love him.
I think so.
It's not a question.
You love him.
Forget about me.
And you?
Do you have a specialization?
Gastro.
Gastroenterologist.
Not very sexy.
Yes, it is.
You're married.
Yes.
How do I look?
Perfect.
What about me? Like my beauty spot?
I don't care.
So it's yes?
It's yes.
But first...
First?
First,
I have to tell you something very important.
My mother walked by a bum on the street for years,
without telling us anything or admitting it was my father.
He had turned into
an alcoholic waste case who sat in the street
with all the bums,
holding out his hand,
"Help me out, help me out!"
She kept walking but she could see it was him.
We could see it.
It was after their divorce.
Promise me,
if it happens to me,
you'll see me.
You'll see me.
Will you see me?
I'll see you. I'll see you.
By the way...
I'm late.
If it's a girl, can we call her Elise?
Yes.
And for a boy,
Elie?
Okay.
You know, about your father,
he told me everything.
It wasn't him.
Your mother thought it was him.
You and Etienne, with your girlfriends, thought it was him.
Some bum must have thought he saw his wife pass
and he thought he held out his hand,
wrapped in his stinking blanket.
Some bum who
was hiding from his sons who looked like you,
but you were wrong.
He was in Costa Rica.
For two years.
He was building a bridge, an intelligent bridge.
Know what that means?
Anti-seismic.
- Costa Rica, my foot. - In Costa Rica.
I saw him. He saw me.
Someone like him knows someone like you,
but you were wrong.
He was there on business.
You're sure?
Sure I'm sure.
He's an adventurer.
Costa Rica.
Okay.
I mean, maybe.
All the same,
would you see me?
I'd see you.
We have to go to the Institute. There's a reception for me.
A reception?
With a learned assembly.
Yeah, I know the scene.
You mean they chose you for the icebreaker in Greenland?
In Alaska, but yes, it's me.
I'm going for six months.
We get married and we're apart for six months.
If you want, you can come.
It's all set up for wives. You could take time off.
But it's six months off the Alaskan coast.
At minus 40°C.
I have to think about it.
I'll be in the living room.
Shit. I'm smoking again.
I'm all set.
Subtitles by Heidi Wood
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