Everything's fine, we're leaving
We're here to look at the apartment.
My sister wants me to... -Can we get some explanation?
She thinks it's too big and too light.
Yes, don't you find it a bit too... -Yes, a bit too much.
Why am I doing this? -I can show you something else.
Smaller, darker... -Some other time.
I'll call you. I'm going to the studio now.
Something small, dark? -Thank you. We've already got that.
Paint the dark bit, change a room. Since she's paying.
Is that a joke? -No, madam, I'm doing my best.
Stop with the "madam" already.
We'll do it together. Right foot....
Claire, not now please.
Left, right, left...
Do you always have a problem with coordination?
Can you drive a car?
I'm on to my third driving school.
Can you distinguish left from right? -This is right and that's left.
It's because of the mirror.
Ok...
Take off a shoe. -This one?
Is he really that dumb or is he pulling my leg?
I think he's in love. He's a sweetie, isn't he?
There we go...
Shoe, sock...
Better.
Your driving teacher will be surprised. Shoe, sock...
That's it.
Soon she'll be out on the street. -Don't yell. They'll get angry.
You can't be a squatter forever.
What's the maximum age? 23? 25?
Take it easy.
Your piano in a squat. I paid a fortune for that thing.
Why didn't you take that apartment?
Béa, I'd die in an apartment like that.
"I'd die" - you're always so dramatic.
Look how much. -Stay away from me.
Marion, she's scared. -We should burn that hive.
Get the smoke pot. They won't hurt you.
I've been stung. -It's the same every year.
She'll suffocate. Come inside.
She just wants attention.
She's dying. Don't you see? -Yes, bitch.
Are you ok? -I'll be dead, with my allergy.
You're exaggerating again. -You're hurting me.
I've got it.
Show me.
I'll get the allergic reaction anyway.
Shouldn't I go to hospital? -I don't know...
It's starting to swell up.
Oh, no...
We're going to do oriental dance.
That's no good. You sweat like a pig and you die from muscle ache...
...so you start eating. -We're not dancing.
We want to teach oriental dance. It's coming back in fashion.
Do you know those dances then? -Sure.
It's for old people. -Thank you.
It's in fashion again. -We'll change the studio.
Into a Turkish bathhouse? -Oriental is really in fashion.
And what about money?
We were thinking of you, plus a mortgage on the house.
Very good idea.
Except, the house belongs to the old man.
And I already put tons of money into that frigging studio.
When it started paying money, you were happy.
I gave you a whole lot more.
Stop it. -Stop talking about it or stop giving?
What do you mean by that? Do you mean I'm living off you?
It's a loan. I'll get it back when you're famous.
If you don't like it, keep your money and buy even bigger cars.
Aren't you feeling well? -I should ask you that.
What did I say? -You were tactful as ever.
First, I can pay, then I have to apologise?
Yes, do something for your sister. -I'm almost crying.
Sorry for wanting to borrow your money.
Can I borrow your dress? -Don't you have anything yourself?
Arthur likes it so much.
You can borrow it, Claire can't. It would take forever to get it back.
What does it matter? -I can't.
I can't. -On the video, you can't see it's you.
You'll get poor sound then.
It's about the power of the statement.
If you don't like it, just say so. -I just can't do it.
Klein worked with a naked string quartet. -Why would you repeat that?
Claire, listen.
What's tonight's theme? -Astral man. Is that ok?
I'm getting tired. -I bet.
I don't mind doing it naked.
Laure speaking, aren't you there? Are you coming for dinner tonight? If not: good luck.
It's me. You didn't call. You're not angry, are you?
As you can see, I pinched Laure's dress.
Don't damage it. You know how she is.
It's me. I'm in Lyon.
If you want...
...I'll come over. If you like...
If you like.
I won't stay long.
I'll call again.
I'll call you later.
You didn't say which floor.
Are you alone? -Am I disturbing you?
Not at all. I've been waiting for you for a while.
Are you really on your own? You can...
Should we get your other luggage? -No, this is it.
I live on the third floor, will that be ok?
It's small, not really a house.
You must be tired. -It's not heavy.
I wouldn't even have recognised you.
How are you? Not ill or anything?
Not at all.
I like it.
I knew you'd come back. -Yes?
It's not easy.
Will you spend the night here? You could, I'm on my own.
Take my bed. -No, I don't want to intrude.
Not at all.
You're not very tidy, are you? -Not really, no.
Will you stay for a while?
I don't know yet.
How about your piano playing? -I have an audition on the 14th.
Great.
Can you come?
I hope so.
Hang your stuff there.
And your sisters? -Haven't you seen anybody yet?
Laure is still the big sister. And Béa...
She's alright. She's got a new car.
You must be tired. Let's talk more tomorrow.
I always take baths at Laure's. I only have cold water here.
That doesn't matter. See you tomorrow.
No, again.
You're beautiful.
What are you doing today, if I can ask?
Visiting your sisters.
Are you going to drop in like that? Shouldn't you warn them first?
Béa had a very hard time.
Do you remember me? -Definitely.
But we learnt to forget you.
But before that?
I remember the piano lessons and your yelling.
And how you danced with mummy.
Just memories of a little girl.
I'm off.
Will I see you tonight?
Will you tell them?
I'll try.
Why did you come to me first?
I don't know...
You're the youngest.
Are we going for a swim tomorrow? -My dress.
I can't tomorrow. -I can explain.
What's she doing with my dress? -Why can't you go?
For my audition. It brings good luck. -It looks good on her.
You're impossible. -I can't go, Marion.
What are you doing?
I'll be looking at houses. -You're joking.
I feel ready for it now. -Life's so hard on you.
Arthur, are we going for a swim? -He's got a hernia.
What's that? -A lump on his belly.
Your guts pour out... -Behave.
How gross. -No, it happens when you strain too much.
What did you do then? -Yes, he's always sitting on his ass.
How can you say that? -It's ok. And they're my sisters.
Can we see it? -Yes, where is it?
Daddy had one in his groin. -Ok, that's enough.
It's an old man's problem. -Well, thanks a lot.
Haemorrhoids are worse.
But we already knew that. -What?
Arthur has haemorrhoids.
Doesn't she know that? -Gross.
A joke. It's not true.
She can know. We don't have any secrets, do we?
Do you want to see my hernia or my haemorrhoids? -Everything.
Have you gone mad? -Lower.
Marion, go to your mother. There's nothing to see here.
Why is it always old people who feed the pigeons?
Ready? -I'm not going to do it.
Then nothing will ever happen.
It won't work anyway. -Loser.
She really thinks you're very...
Very what? -Nice.
There she is.
Go on.
But the elephant? -That's nothing.
What a surprise. -Nicolas, what are you doing here?
I just saw you walk by. A pure coincidence.
Nice. -I think so too.
Want a cup of coffee? -I can't. I'm in a hurry.
Helping old people is rewarding work.
But always helping and comforting isn't easy.
What do you do? -I work in my mother's shoe shop.
She likes it. I hate it. I used your idea.
I don't understand. -Shoe, sock. Right hand, left hand.
It helps a lot with the driving lessons.
Do you always wear it? -Not when I eat. I keep my fork in my left.
Right, I mean. Oh, well, it's getting better.
That's what counts. I have to pick up my daughter.
I'm single.
Alone? That mustn't be easy.
I'm not a hero, but I cope.
Raising a child isn't easy.
Actually, I'd like to see you again.
What do you mean, "actually"?
I don't know, just... Together we're stronger, so to speak.
So to speak.
What a mess.
Is there no key?
How dare they rent this out. -It's a squat. It will be demolished.
It was great. Now, everybody's gone.
Who's that? -Federico?
An artist. He does performances.
You don't know anything, do you? Performance art.
Very committed, very provocative. -A committed provocateur.
Hungry? -No, thanks.
How old is Laure's girl? -Marion? Eight and a half.
She could have told me she had a girl. -We didn't hear from you either.
I wrote each of you a letter every year.
Addressed to Laure's house.
We never received them.
It's stupid, but I'd like very much to see Marion.
Looks good on you, that dress.
It's old, but I like it. It's Laure's.
Your mother had the same one, I think.
I'm tired.
What's that?
A piece by Federico. This way you have some privacy.
You didn't tell us where you've been all that time.
In Valence. -Spain?
No, here.
You're kidding. And you never visited us?
First, I couldn't because of your mother.
Then I got my own life...
...and then I was afraid to.
It's close. We could have come to you or you to us.
That would have done more harm than good.
Not at all. I'm stepping outside.
At this hour? Don't go to bed too late.
Or do, what do I care.
Béa, please answer if you're home.
I didn't tell you that dad's here. He's sleeping at my place.
He lived in Valence for 15 years...
...less than a 100 kilometres from here. What a bastard.
What did I do?
What are you doing here?
Isn't Laure here? -Yes, she invited me.
I found it.
Sorry for interrupting. -No, we were hoping you'd come.
We were bored and I hardly ever see you.
Do you know where Béa is?
No, but we can wait here for her. She'll get here eventually.
Coffee? -No, thank you.
I want to talk to you. -I'll go.
Claire, are you blind? -Ok, I'm going.
Did mummy keep the old letters?
Leave me alone. This my house.
Right?
She didn't feel well. -Me neither.
Me neither. But each to their own problems.
What's that? What is it?
I come to collect Federico's CD's. -At this hour?
Yes, Argentineans and music...
I have a surprise for you, by the way.
What is it? -You'll never guess.
We have a new one. This one's for you.
I had it cleaned. Very expensive.
But you're not very happy with it. Do you want it or not?
I'll take you, it's raining. -Yes, otherwise the quilt gets wet.
No, I'm going to a party with Federico.
I'll drop it off tomorrow, then.
You and your quilts. Leave me alone.
I can't do it. -Yes, you can.
It's so embarrassing. -Put on your coat.
I can't. -Should I beat that chicken to death?
I can break its neck like that. -Are you crazy?
I don't want to anymore.
Put on that coat.
"For a broke entrepreneur."
Clearer. -For a broke entrepreneur.
With conviction. For a broke entrepreneur.
That's good. Come.
For a broke entrepreneur. For a poor director.
Please donate.
Look people, this man was an entrepreneur. -I'm a broke entrepreneur.
Maybe you worked in his factory.
How sad. Is that his chicken?
Yes, that's all he has left. -Poor animal.
I'm leaving in a bit. I wanted to have a quick talk.
Can I?
How long have you been here?
It has hardly changed.
The same chairs...
You also hardly changed.
What are you doing here?
Can I have some water?
Are you cold?
Have you been to Béatrice and Claire? -No.
It was a nice house.
Bought for next to nothing. -You can't stay too long.
I wanted to see all of you. -Suddenly, after fifteen years?
I don't have any money. The dance school isn't going well.
Tango will be back in fashion. -Doesn't matter.
It's your teaching style. Who do you dance with? -That depends.
What's your husband's name?
I don't dance with him. -Oh, you're alone.
I left everything for you all, back then.
Maybe you have to sell.
Can we talk tomorrow? I have to leave.
Pick up your daughter? -How do you know?
What's her name? -Marion.
Are you interested? -Yes, I'd like to see her.
No, it's not that easy.
When are you going again? -Do you want me to leave already?
She knows about me, doesn't she?
Or doesn't she? -She thinks you're an explorer.
You haven't been in touch for a long time, but one day you'll return.
I had to tell her something like that, didn't I?
I have to go.
I'll find a hotel.
Although this is still my house. -I know.
I'd like to see my granddaughter. -I don't know yet.
I don't recognise it at all. Everything has changed here.
No, not these last years. -I don't recognise anything.
I went to my daughter. She lives here. Her name...
Her name's Claire. It's those stairs. -I don't recognise a thing.
Third floor, on the left. -Strange, I was sure that...
Shall I walk with you? -No, I'm alright.
Are you alone? -I'm looking hard for a house for you.
I do that for my sister. -Great.
Want to have chicken tonight? -Sure. Housing is cheap in Feyzin.
Why did you buy a live one? -It's fresher.
How do we prepare it? -In the oven.
But it has to be killed first. So few feathers. It's sick.
Anybody home?
Hello, girls.
I'll be right back. What's for dinner?
Chicken. -But it isn't Sunday.
Great.
Low blood sugar level? Eat something.
Leave me alone. I'm not hungry. -That's a shame. I brought this for you.
I don't know what's wrong with me, lately.
You just felt a bit sick. -That's nonsense.
You're either ill or you're not. If you are, you call a doctor.
Or an ambulance. -Did you eat something bad?
No, I felt nauseous, all of a sudden.
You're not pregnant? -Of course not.
Are you using something with Nicolas? -Who?
Nobody. It'll pass.
Should one of us stay here?
I have to study.
Then I'll stay. I think you have something to tell me.
I brought your dress.
Sweet of you. And Arthur?
He has fun with his hernia.
Can she be pregnant? -No.
What's wrong then?
No idea. Nothing.
Are you doing it with students now?
He's special.
Different. Funny. He can't tell left from right.
That can be treated.
What would happen if dad came back? -Who?
Good, really very good.
You improved so much. -It's not finished yet.
I know, but I can tell already.
Your playing has become much stronger, much more personal.
Remember how we used to play? -I remember everything.
How serious you were...
...how patient I was, our dreams...
You already played that when you were ten years old.
Not like this.
Your mother said I was crazy, too pushy. But I was right.
Leave mummy out of it.
Will you play this at the audition? -No.
It brings back too many sad memories.
Sad? I always said you're a prodigy.
I never was. -Yes, you were a prodigy.
It's mean to say that to a child. You just wanted to see it.
No. What you did with it, is another matter.
Why did you come back? -To see all of you.
I wish he left or had never come.
What does he want? Why is he here?
He wants to see his three daughters and Marion.
He won't get to see her. -What do your sisters say?
I said nothing.
I hope he leaves.
Come, let's dance.
We're just the two of us. Claire isn't coming.
Today, I'm the teacher.
Is this really a tango? -The real thing, the tango of Lyon.
Did you learn this at the competition?
Love can perform miracles.
Right foot.
Dance.
Isn't your mummy here? -No, but she'll be here soon.
Do you know my name?
Not God? -No.
The angel Gabriel. -No, Louis. I'm your grandfather.
No, grandpa's dead and so is grandma. -Marion, come on.
How do you know my name? -I'll tell you. Come.
I went away long ago. Before you were born.
At some point, mummy must have thought I was dead.
Were you brought back to life?
That would be cool, very cool.
Grandpa is alive again.
Come here immediately.
But it's granddad.
I think. -What?
Well? Tell me.
What are you doing here? -I wanted to see her.
You disgust me.
Leave us in peace.
How is she?
Why couldn't I see him? -That's not it.
Has he been mean? -Yes, a long time ago.
Are you still angry? -Yes.
Marion is the daughter...
The daughter of Laure.
Laure lives at number 142, at the Route...
Route... I forgot.
Does Béatrice Voutay live here?
Who's that? -Can I talk to her?
And you are? -Her father.
One moment.
There's a man here who says he's your father.
No, there's nobody.
The old man's dead. -Stop it, Béa.
Dead and buried.
I don't see anybody.
I don't believe in ghosts.
Is he your father? -Who?
I went to see Laure. I'm going to Claire now. You can reach me there.
What an asshole. -This is crazy.
Stay out of it. -He's your father.
You said you were an orphan. He's your father!
What's wrong? -I wanted to see how you were doing.
That's sweet. I'm doing better. -So it was nothing serious?
No. Want a drink? -You just didn't feel well for a moment.
Exactly. -I would have reacted the same way.
Quite a shock, after 15 years.
He said he saw you yesterday. Why didn't you say anything?
I don't know... I was embarrassed.
I didn't love your mother.
Maybe in the beginning, but later...
I loved Marie.
Passionately. -I don't want to hear that.
But in those twenty years with mummy, you did get three daughters.
I really wanted Laure, but you two...
Marie died this summer.
There were three people at her funeral. Her daughter, her son-on-law and me.
Never go to a funeral.
They sold the furniture and the house.
I had used it long enough, they said.
Why weren't you at mummy's funeral?
I was brave once: when I left you.
That was the only time.
Why did you hurt us so much?
At least say you're sorry, for once.
It's difficult without her.
Now I'm an old man...
...who's losing the plot.
Open up. -Take it easy.
We want to talk to him. -What does he want?
Come downstairs. -We only want to talk.
Why didn't you say anything? -I wanted to tell you in a tactful way.
Has he been to see you? -Yes, twice already.
What does he want, after 15 years? -Did he say?
To see my daughters. Is that a crime?
Suddenly he remembers he has daughters. -You went straight to Marion.
What else could I do? -I didn't know you went to see them.
Afraid to die poor?
You thought your daughters were stupid enough to receive you again.
Still the biggest mouth. -Does he think we're going to love him now?
He's still our father. -You call that a father?
Let him pretend he's dead. -Shut up.
He'll eat you. He wants fresh blood.
Shut up. You're mad.
Don't listen to her. -You saw us. Now get lost.
And what do I say to Marion?
They're not as mean as I. One even wants to be your doggie until you die.
You can even walk each other.
You love old people. You'll get one in your house.
You have such problems with him, because you're just like him.
Look well. This is how you'll become too.
I'd be ashamed to come back. -Ashamed of what?
You're crazy. -I'm going.
No, please stay.
Good: welcome to your family, old man.
Poor daddy. -It's not that bad.
Come on.
Never touch me again, ok?
Where are you going?
You're soaked. -Let's go.
I'd rather sleep here. -Out of the question.
All those stairs in that squat...
Go to Béatrice, she has an elevator.
It's not possible. We need time. -I'm having friends over tonight.
Will they spend the night? -All my friends spend the night here.
Come on, I'm beat. -Let him stay. It's his house.
In the side room. I won't bother anybody.
Could you get my things? Goodnight, Marion.
Stay out of it. -Sleeping doesn't hurt, does it?
Get his things and spend the night here as well. Come on, sister.
Stop it. -You know what Béa's like.
She overreacts and then she's sorry. -I'll never want to see her again.
Don't talk nonsense.
We can't sleep together. Nicolas is coming over.
I'm so fed up.
Are you there?
Please answer.
I wanted to talk to you and say that I'm sorry.
This is my granddad, the explorer.
Are you her granddad? -Tell them you're my granddad.
Go play. I never had a granddaughter.
What? Are you lost?
You're my granddad. -Are you sure?
Leave me alone. -You promised.
Granddad, what's wrong?
Where are we? -On the street.
We're on the street.
I lost everything.
I forget everything, little girl.
What's my name? -Louis.
Your daughter is my mother and her name's Laure.
I'm Marion, your granddaughter.
Don't tell anybody, ok? Especially not Laure.
I don't want her to see me like this.
This way.
Our house is this way.
Talk to me.
Please say something.
Say something, please. One word will do.
Another junk. They should keep them out of the city centre.
She stinks. Can't you take a shower? Get lost, go pester somebody else.
I don't want to be treated like this anymore.
I'm going. -We can end it if you want.
What do you think? -Beautiful.
A shame Claire isn't here. She would definitely help us.
And Béa. The more the merrier...
That salesman looks very dumb. -This looks like something for you.
Affordable, warm, robust and comfortable.
Other foot.
Old men's shoes? -Not necessarily.
Even in Valence you don't see shoes like this anymore.
Have you had these long then? -Yes.
Do you sell them a lot? -No.
Buy shoes in Valence then.
She's afraid I'm staying. The house is big enough.
Don't you have anything younger?
I'll have a look. It won't be easy.
One of your friends who's staying the night? -None of your business.
That's what Marion said. Nicolas. She thinks he's nice, but also weird.
I'm such an idiot. Buying shoes for you.
When all my affairs are settled, I'll leave.
If I don't do it now, then... -You want to sell the studio, don't you?
What was that? -Nothing.
No, other foot.
Very good.
Wait a minute.
Help me here.
I said to your mother: those stairs will be a problem. She never listens.
As if she does it on purpose. -What are you saying?
She's driving me nuts. -Don't talk about her like that.
I find her unbearable.
You're talking nonsense.
It was you.
You told her everything.
Admit it.
No, really. -Come on, admit it.
You're a very naughty girl. Now she's telling people I'm crazy.
You can cry, but it's too late now. -Dinner's served.
Let me go. -Admit it.
What's wrong?
He says I told you everything. -What?
That he's crazy. -See now?
That's enough. Come with me.
Hush, don't cry.
You told her everything.
I'm going, Marion's home alone.
Be careful. -Where's Arthur?
It's over.
Really?
He called me selfish.
Did Claire say anything?
No, but that's going to be alright. I've got to hurry.
The guest room or the couch?
The guest room.
You can stay for one night. Then you leave.
She was always a bitch.
Have you got anything to eat?
Here you go.
Didn't Laure give you anything? -No.
Home-made honey? -Yes.
Good that the hive's still there.
I'm having defrosted pizza for the first time.
You get used to anything.
Aren't you eating?
It's still a bit hot.
Tell me...
What did you say to Claire to make her adore you like that?
Nothing.
She was happy to see me again.
I'm glad to see all of you.
I'm not staying long.
No? He's going to pester us forever, is what I thought.
Bitch.
Why did you come out of your hole?
I'll be gone early tomorrow. Laure picks you up.
Toilet at the end of the hallway. Guest room too.
We have to sell the studio.
Laure can't handle it on her own anymore and you only lose money on it.
Claire mentioned it herself. We agreed about it.
I must be crazy, letting you sleep here.
I'm taking you to the hotel across the street.
Come with me.
Do your pathetic act for the others.
Do you know which season it is?
Autumn.
Which month? -October.
I say three words and you repeat them.
Cigar.
Flower.
Door.
Can you spell the word "monde" backwards?
Good.
And what were the three words I made you repeat?
Everything alright. -They didn't say that.
Everything's fine. We're leaving.
Sorry, I had an appointment.
How sweet. You weren't worried, were you?
Am I walking her today or is she walking me?
If doctors don't know, they say just anything.
If I'm hired, we can go and live in Toulouse. Do you know it?
I danced there with your mother.
He's losing his intellectual faculties. It could go fast or slowly.
So he'll become senile? -That's what it amounts to.
Great, then we can take care of him. Now what?
What do you think? -I mainly feel like getting the hell out.
He needs to go to a home. -You're forgetting something.
Does he have a pension or something? -No idea.
Who's going to pay? -You are.
And if I don't? -We'd manage.
What will you do if we don't help? -Where does he sleep tonight?
With you, no? -I'll pay for the hotel.
Do you know he's becoming a vegetable? -Why do you act like this?
I can't stand the sight of him. Just smelling him makes me puke.
Try to forgive him. -I can't anymore.
I missed him too much. I have nothing left to give.
He must like to see us like this.
We're going to win. -Miss Voutay.
I'm playing a prelude by Bach.
He does have a problem. -Those doctors could be wrong.
He sometimes completely loses the plot. -That runs in the family.
You think we're all nuts. -No, vulnerable.
That's something else. -Is granddad ill?
No, he's not. Set the table.
I can manage. -No, you'll drop them.
We can eat in a minute.
Very good that you passed the exam.
I saw you before, didn't I? -Yes, I sold you shoes.
Oh yes, that's it.
Chosen from 125 different pairs. A beautiful gift. I'm proud of you.
You're mistaken.
Who's that man? -We told you before. Nicolas.
Laure's friend. He sold you the shoes.
They hurt. -Not the right size?
You've walked in them. I can't take them back.
They... They...
I don't remember.
They hurt. -The shoes hurt.
Where is she? -In the living room. Ah, champagne.
Let me introduce you to our piano puppy. This is the good witch.
Ha ha. -Kiss.
Isn't Arthur coming? -Don't tell anybody.
And Nicolas. -The third sister.
Yes, you're quick. -For who is that?
That's to apologise and congratulate you.
The same as mummy. She's lucky.
How will you take the piano and the other things?
I'm not taking them. -What will you do then?
Keep it. I already have the rest.
You're not going to leave it in that squat, are you?
And I'm taking daddy to Toulouse.
Are you mad? -Don't do it.
She wants to piss me off. Or she still can't live alone.
That will change. Do you want to look after dad?
No? Then I will.
My name is Louis.
I gave each of you a dream.
The story of...
I don't remember.
I don't remember. I was scared.
Again.
Do your best.
I was afraid I'd forget your faces.
An old man who's losing the plot.
Unbelievable, how much you look like me.
What shall we do?
What do you mean?
Where will we bury him? -Next to mummy.
We can't do that.
Where then? -Mummy wouldn't have wanted it.
What then? -Another grave or cremation.
We'll burn what's left of him. -Shut up.
We'll spread his ashes in the garden. -Shut up.
We can't put him next to mummy. -He's dead, isn't that enough?
Don't get hysterical. -Why wasn't there room for him?
He didn't want room. He wanted to take over.
He wanted to talk. That's all.
We'll bury him with Marie. His booklet says where she is.
We couldn't do anything for him anymore.
He committed suicide because of us. -Don't be so moralistic.
When he left us... -...he was right.
He was right.
Mummy was always whining. -You're talking nonsense.
He wanted to live. With mummy that was impossible.
You don't know a thing. -She sacrificed herself for us.
She couldn't keep him. How she lived was her choice.
Why didn't we get the letters? -She didn't want that...
Did you read them? -What letters?
Did you read them? -Yes.
Did he write to us?
Each year, one letter, to each of us.
So also to me. Where are they? -I don't know.
You shouldn't have kept them from us. -Why couldn't we read them?
Mummy thought it would be too painful, that it was easier to forget him.
Give them to me. -She burnt them.
They were always in the same spot. One day, they were gone.
She said she burnt them. I said they were not addressed to her.
How nasty. Why didn't you say anything? -Too confusing, she said.
You could have told us. -You kept them for yourself.
Don't be an idiot. -Why didn't you give them to us?
She wanted to be the only one who knew. Just like with mummy...
When she was ill, you made all the decisions.
Did you look after her?
Where were you when she died in August?
In the beginning, he wrote letters. Later cards.
Christmas cards, with Christmas trees and Father Christmases.
Béa, do you know what you'd have done?
You'd have torn them and ours as well.
Can't you remember anything?
What did the last one to me say? -"Happy New Year."
The same for all three. -You're lying. I know it.
Come.
What are you doing? -A performance against evil spirits.
Stop it.
Join us.
Does a net like that help against the cold?
In summer it does. But it's also psychological.
Did you really want to take him to Toulouse?
We'd have been fighting in no time, but I had no choice.
Where will you live?
Friends of mine squatted a castle there.
I couldn't take the train.
The plane is too expensive. -I can take you by car.
Have you got a picture of dad and you? I haven't got anything.
Yes, let me get it.
You too?
Did you pack that picture? -No, only kitchen stuff.
Did you label the boxes? -No, that would be too easy.
What was in his suitcase? -Nothing special. Do you want to see it?
Why are you always so late? -Have you got your ticket?
Which carriage? -Can't you move in a normal way?
Get in. -I should have brought you.
Send a card now and then. -No, real letters. Very long.
Do you have a phone in the squat?
Say goodbye to me.
Thanks. -For what?
Where's Nicolas?
Be careful. -She can't hear you anymore.
Where is he?