We're going to shock her. OK, shocking. Watch out.
Everyone stand clear.
Three, two, one.
Let's check. The monitor, please. Thank you.
Take it easy, take it easy. Calm down.
Calm down, OK? We'll just check.
She's back. - OK, let's go.
Go go go.
Elise...
You need to do something, sweetheart. Things can't go on like this.
Things... Things need to change.
You'd like things to be like they used to be, eh?
Yes, of course.
Before we had Maybelle. You never wanted the child, did you?
Elise, that... That's not fair, sweetheart.
I should've listened to you. You didn't want kids.
I did. You being pregnant just took me by surprise, sweetheart.
I'd never given kids a thought.
But once she was there I was the happiest man in the world.
So happy that you started drinking.
You just want to pick a fight. - You were drunk when she was born.
And once she was there you had to head for a bar with your pals to celebrate.
You were gone for ten days. - You're exaggerating.
You only came home when you developed jaundice from drinking.
That wasn't from drinking... - It was from drinking.
And because of that I had to stop breastfeeding.
I could only breastfeed her for two weeks because you had jaundice
and it's full of antibodies that are Important for a little mite like that.
You can talk. For the first three months you were pregnant...
Go on, say it. Say it. It's true. It's true.
I smoked and drank during the first three months
but I didn't know I was pregnant. - It's not your fault, sweetheart.
A baby is formed during the first three months.
The brain is already fully formed after 6 weeks.
Stop it, Elise! Stop it! - I didn't know.
Stop!
People die for the stupidest of reasons. Maybe this place was too dirty for her.
Maybe she ate something she shouldn't have done
or we should've changed her sheets more. - What are you saying?
Who changed her sheets? - I didn't mean anything.
Who fed her? Cooked for her? Fresh food, organic food, every day.
I did. And who cleaned the place? I did!
I just said the first things that came into my head, I could've said anything.
You're blaming me, aren't you?
I'm not. - You're blaming me.
You're blaming me. - I'm not!
I can have a go at you too. - What?
There isn't any cancer in my family,
but there is in yours. Two uncles and your dad.
Fuck you, Elise!
Yeah... Fuck you. - Fuck you.
Yeah, fuck you. - Fuck you!
You were never for it. Never! - What did you say?
Fuck you! You bitch! You fucking bitch!
Sorry.
These are the coolest tattoos I've ever seen.
Come in, I'll do you one. - No, no.
Come in. - It's not my kind of thing. Honestly.
What could possibly be worth putting on your body and never be removed?
Don't you regret any of your tattoos? - Of course I do.
But it's not a problem. If you no longer like one, you put another one on top.
Really? - Look.
The name of my first love, Billy, used to be here
And here, Joey. Joey was a nice boy.
And here Tommy. See? - Yes, yes.
You can still see him a bit. Tommy, the surfer.
And then, Mathieu. That's fairly recent.
Sorry, um...
I don't know what's the matter with me today.
We were talking about something else.
We were talking about you. - Me?
Oh yes, that there's nothing in your life worth putting on your body.
There are loads of worthwhile things in my life.
But putting them on my body... - So tell me, what are they then?
I've been crazy about America all my life.
America? - Yes, America.
It's the best place on earth.
No matter where you're from, when you get there you can start all over again.
It's a country of dreamers.
An eagle. - Yeah, yeah.
You really do want to give me a tattoo. - I need to earn a living.
Elvis.
What d'you mean, Elvis? - A tattoo of Elvis.
Elvis is the greatest musician of all time.
Elvis? Elvis Presley?
Yes. - For goodness' sake!
That's fantastic. That's one of the best songs ever.
But it isn't by Elvis. It's by Hank Williams.
Hank... The cowboy? - The cowboy, yes. Hank Williams.
Elvis is a pansy! The greatest musician in the whole world
Is Bill Monroe. - Who?
Bill Monroe.
- Never heard of him.
The father of bluegrass music.
Bluegrass. - Something to do with country music?
It's country music at its most pure.
A violin, an upright bass, a mandolin, a guitar and a banjo.
Just strings, purely acoustic.
And voices. It's absolutely sublime.
A very good bluegrass band is performing near here Friday evening.
I will definitely be there.
My name's Didier, by the way. - Elise.
You're right.
Things have to change.
Sweetheart...
Darling.
Come on.
Just a moment. - No, no.
Let me through. - Sir.
I need to stay with my wife.
Come on, sir.
What are you doing?
What's that? - It's...
It's a sticker of a hawk. A hawk sticker from the DIY store.
It's supposed to frighten the birds away
so that they no longer fly into the glass in your terranda.
Cool, eh?
What?
Nothing.
You do realize that doesn't solve anything for the birds in the long term?
Eh, sweetheart?
You're serious, aren't you? - Of course I am.
How are the birds ever going to learn what glass is?
Now they're scared of the hawk but that's cheating, it's an illusion.
Why do you always have to... - It isn't a hawk, it's a sticker.
There's glass here. - This is a solution, OK?
There's a solution for every problem.
Hey, guys. - Look who it is. Hi.
Back home.
You look lovely in your underpants. - He does, eh?
Who was the beer for? - There was one for me.
Did you have a ticket? - Yes.
Me too, I ordered one. - No way.
You only had three tickets. - Last week I...
Last week what? - I bought everyone loads of drinks...
For months we were surrounded by stem cells
and we had the feeling that medical science wasn't going far enough.
That the brakes had been applied.
It's a feeling you can't explain and your child dies...
And then you hear that bastards like that
have been slowing everything down for years.
For religious reasons.
Didier...
That's America.
It is allowed here, it's just that they haven't got that far yet.
Because those bastards have been slowing everything down for years.
But what gives them the right to do that? Eh?
They call themselves pro-life.
Technology for killing people knows no bounds,
but technology for curing people is a different story.
Because embryos are grown outside of marriage.
Embryos the size of a pinhead.
The hypocritical bastard!
Pro-life? My arse, arsehole!
Bunch of extremist fundamentalists! Stick your cross up your arse!
Next to your brain. Goddammit!
Didier...
Don't. - Bloody hell, Elise.
The whole world is obsessed with religion.
The whole world has gone crazy! And so have you.
D'you think I don't know? That I'm stupid? Do you?
D'you think I don't know why that sticker is there?
Because you believe Maybelle may come back to see you
and fly into that glass?
Is that it?
Sweetheart...
Stop a moment. Stop a moment.
Stop a moment. Stop. Just a moment.
I want to ask you something.
If Johnny's allowed to do it, so am I.
Elise, will you marry me? - No.
Please.
Help me, ladies and gentlemen. Elise! - No!
Pass me a pln.
Just stick it in. - That's what I'm doing.
Do you?
I'll just be a moment.
Hi. - Hi.
How's things? - OK.
Are you sleeping here now?
Yes, for now. I've got a mattress upstairs.
It's only temporary, eh, sweetheart?
Elise, I...
What would I do without you, Elise?
It's not Elise anymore.
I've changed my name.
I'm called Alabama now.
What?
Alabama.
Alabama?
Yes. I've changed mv name, like the Indians do when they feel like it.
When they feel they've taken another step in their life.
Come on, Elise, don't be so silly.
Just call me Alabama. OK?
Will I see you Saturday?
Are we still performing together? Or is that over too?
Well? Will you be there?
Yes.
Why does she always call me?
You were too nice to her.
Hello, Elise. - Hello.
Everything OK? - Sure.
So he's still allowed to say Elise? Or haven't you told them yet?
No. - No? She's not called Elise anymore.
She's officially changed her name. She's now called Alabama.
Really? - Is that true?
On your passport and everything? - Yes.
So we have to call you Alabama now? Seriously?
Hello, Alabama. - Alabama.
Hey, Alabama... May I ask you something?
Who am I?
If you're Alabama, who am I?
Monroe.
Oh, Bill Monroe. - No, Marilyn Monroe.
I want a cool bluegrass name too.
Go on, give him a name... I know, Linda.
Simple. You're Linda. - Come on, guys.
What? - You're never happy, are you?
Do you know...
Do you know who I feel sorry for?
The scientists who, since Darwin, have spent their time studying biology.
Who have tried to explain this wonderful world, to describe it and study it.
Who've spent their whole life doing it in the most difficult conditions.
And who now hear that there are still spastics
who question the theory of evolution.
Because it was Yahweh.
Yahweh created everything and he did it in six days.
And not in 4.5 billion years.
It's enough to make you puke. Bunch of imbeciles!
But let me tell you something. Yahweh,
the God from the Old Testament, the God that 80% of the world kneels before,
is by far the most evil person in literature.
Check out your Bible. Read it carefully.
Yahweh is a manipulator, a sadist, a killer, a racist,
a misogynist, a homophobe, who is narrow-minded and vain,
who carries out ethnic cleansing,
who demands child sacrifices and plays sadistic games to test people's faith.
A dictator who apparently created heaven and earth and mankind on purpose
so we'd fall humbly to our knees before Him
and deferentially sing His praise.
Well, I wasn't created in that image.
I'm not taking orders from a God like that. I'm better than that.
I'm...
I'm a monkey.
And I'm scared.
I know I have to be nice to my fellow man or I'll get a punch in the kisser.
I don't need a God for that.
We created gods because we were scared.
Out of fear, out of ignorance.
If someone were to say today that lightning is God expressing his anger,
what would you say? You'd laugh in their face.
One more God to go. One more God to go.
My daughter, Maybelle... My little daughter died
because certain experiments are regarded as unethical by the religious community.
But that's a mere detail.
Millions of people die every year
cos the scumbag they call the Pope says you can't use a condom when having sex.
It's only a mere detail, historically speaking,
but not to me. Not to me.
Elise. - Alabama.
Alabama. - Yes?
If I want to believe that Maybelle is a star up in the sky,
I will.
If I want to believe she's a bird that perches on our window sill,
or a butterfly that sits on my shoulder
or a bloody frog that... - Maybelle is dead, sweetheart.
She's dead, she's gone! She's not here anymore.
But we are still here. I'm still here.
We have to carry on together. - I've covered up your name, Didier.
You're a coward. You're nothing but a coward.
A coward!
Maybelle wouldn't have wanted that. Why did you do it? Why?
I knew.
In fact, I've always known.
That it was too wonderful to be true.
That it couldn't last. That life isn't like that, life isn't generous.
You mustn't love someone, you mustn't become attached to someone,
life begrudges you that.
It takes everything away from you and laughs in your face. It betrays you.
Sweetheart, don't... - Don't call me that, Didier.
I'm not your sweetheart anymore!
It's over!
Are you alright, pal?
No... but...
Thanks.
What are we going to do? - Play.
Where's Elise?
Daddy, can you tell me about the stars again?
What about them?
About how they've gone out.
Gone out?
You told me before.
Right. A little star like this one is, in fact a?
A sun. - A sun. Yes, well done, Maybelle.
It's a sun that is a very, very long way away.
And its light has to travel a long way for a long time
to reach your eyes.
So sometimes it's possible that the little star has already gone out
before the light reaches your eyes.
So you see something that is no longer there.
But that doesn't matter, because the light from a little star like that
carries on travelling, past your eyes.
Further and further.
So that little star will exist forever.
Forever and ever and ever.
Elise!
Goddammit!
Madam.
Can you hear me?
OK, intubate, intubate.
Elise!
Move back, please. OK.
OK. Adrenalin. Adrenalin, please.
No way. Don't let her go.
I'm not letting you go, sweetheart.
Don't let her go.
The circle is broken. You won't see Maybelle again.
Stand back, please.
Three, two, one.
Elise!
We've done all the tests.
She's got serious brain damage.
We are keeping her alive for now. But she is clinically dead.
The medical team's advice is to let her go.
I'm sorry.
Can I see her? I want to see her.
Goodbye, sweetheart.
Will you...
Will you say hello to Maybelle for me if you see her?
Translated by Christine Le Piez The Subtitling Company