TO ALL THOSE WHOSE BRAINS WILL DECOMPOSE BEFORE THEIR HEARTS
Everything’s ready.
Okay.
Some wine?
Yes.
Stop! Thanks.
Cheers.
Life’s a dream, isn’t it?
Yes.
A dream within a dream.
To us.
We are so very little.
My friend the rose
told me so this morning,
“I was born at dawn
“baptized with dew.
“I bloomed, happy and in love,
“in the sun’s rays.
“I closed myself at night
“and woke up old.
“Yet I was so beautiful,
“the most beautiful
“flower in your garden.”
We are so very little.
My friend the rose
told me so this morning,
“The God who made me,
“bows my head
“and I feel I am falling, falling...
“My heart is almost bare.
“I have one foot in the grave.
“I’m already gone.
“You admired me yesterday
“and I will be dust tomorrow for good.”
We are so very little.
My friend the rose
died this morning.
The moon tonight
watched over my friend.
In my dreams I saw,
dazzling and bare,
her soul dancing
beyond the clouds
and smiling down on me.
Believe he who can believe,
I need to hope,
or I am nothing.
Or else I am so very little,
as my friend the rose
told me yesterday.
...we will discuss the grieving process,
the importance of rituals, post-mourning awareness
and subjective experiences of contact with the deceased.
Our guests are joined by Dr. Boris Cyrulnik,
neuro-psychiatrist, essayist and ethologist.
Dr. Christophe Fauré, psychiatrist and psychotherapist.
And journalist Stéphane Allix,
author, founder of the Institute on Extraordinary Experiences.
Christophe Fauré discusses the grieving process.
The grieving process is the natural, intelligent process
intrinsic to our being,
that accompanies the healing of the violent, brutal wound,
caused by death of the loved one.
And so, it will...
It will allow the wound to heal,
and let us go from an external, objective bond
with the person we could hear, see, talk to and hug,
to a subjective internal bond,
where we never lose them.
The opposite of oblivion.
On the contrary, it’s called introjection.
Internalization of the loved one’s presence, forever.
If you’re close to someone who’s lost a loved one, and you feel helpless or awkward,
Dr. Fauré stresses the importance of opening up a dialogue,
not leaving things unspoken.
Asking about their bonds with the deceased – how they died,
evoking memories,
or saying their name –
helps the griever maintain interaction,
favoring the integration process.
The grieving process is accompanied by rituals.
Says Boris Cyrulnik...
We cannot leave to rot on the ground
the body of someone we still love,
who lives on in our heart, our mind.
We love someone who has gone.
We need to invent a grave.
We’ve done it since Neanderthal times:
the body is laid in a meaningful position,
flower petals are thrown,
food is deposited for the journey to the afterlife.
Tears are shed.
Mr. and Mrs. Neanderthal knew how to speak,
I imagine they must have spoken like today.
When we lose someone, a loved one,
we carve their name in stone.
Carving the name keeps them alive.
We put their photo on a tombstone,
lay flowers around it,
keeping them alive in our memory,
when we know they are really dead.
So, the grieving ritual...
Every culture has a grieving ritual.
It gives the deceased dignity,
and us too,
for if we left the loved one’s body
to rot on the ground, we would be ashamed.
We have to make a tomb
and we have to perform a social ritual.
We cry, but we are together,
it gives the death meaning.
Our first response was
the tomb as an artwork.
Egyptians made artworks,
we are still unearthing them.
It’s interesting for the universal human condition:
the representation of death.
It differs from the perception of a dead person.
A dead body is a corpse, death is a spirituality.
In Western society, it has been kept at a distance,
as have the rituals, traditions and social codes
that go with the loss of a loved one.
To what end?
It’s linked to technological progress,
which has been beneficial.
But in the 50s and 60s,
accompanying death
moved away from the home.
The ancestral practices...
...but which put death at a distance from society.
It’s become medical.
Care lies with technicians, experts,
and we have removed it from society.
It’s hidden in hospitals.
Don’t!
Thanks.
Can I help you?
Hello, madam.
Can I help you?
Toys...?
Down on the right.
after the beep.
Please leave your message
after the beep.
...and then, their brains function again.
If they are not reassured the brain is siderated,
the brain scan shows it no longer works.
So, they need to be reassured
and that done,
they need to be encouraged
to make sense of what has happened.
They need to talk,
speech becomes affective:
emotions are triggered by speaking.
It makes sense:
why has this happened?
How to move forward?
It’s biological and psychological.
You differentiate
traumatic memory and healthy memory.
How does that work?
Healthy memory is progressive.
We keep re-organizing
the memory of what happened.
It’s not the past returning.
It’s the representation of the past,
our notion of what happened.
It shifts with time and people.
We don’t see things as we did before.
Inevitably,
as we age, our childhood memories
are not as vivid as when we were teens.
The representation of our past shifts.
And the memory...
Did you find it?
...of past events change.
That is healthy memory, it evolves.
Traumatic memory is trapped,
it stops moving.
The loss of a loved one...
Hello.
Vuk?
Coming!
You there?
Yes, coming!
Vuk?
There you are!
Have you seen my wife?
How are you?
Have you seen my wife?
Not at all.
Was she here?
Watch out, I’m getting out.
Was she here?
Not today.
If you see her,
tell her I’m looking for her.
Okay.
It’s good you came,
a book or two...
I found you
a book or two...
for your work.
Hang on.
It’s over there…
What is it?
It’s over there…
There you go.
Here. They’re
on symbolism and dreams.
with your work.
It all ties in
with your work.
Yeah, my book.
It’s going well?
Yes, but...
I have to find my wife.
Shall I keep them?
Yes. Thanks.
I won’t be at the meeting,
too much work.
But I’ll call you.
Okay. Thanks.
you’re looking for her.
If I see her, I’ll say
you’re looking for her.
Yes, yes.
Thanks. Bye!
Take care!
Thanks.
Hello,
have you seen my wife?
Down the back.
Sir! She’s here.
Where were you?
I looked everywhere.
All over.
Why?
Let’s go home.
You like it?
How much?
5 euros.
Here, for you.
Thanks.
Come home.
Bye.
Be careful.
Come.
Careful.
Yes.
What did you do?
Nothing!
You went out,
left the door open
and no one knew where you went.
Where have you been?
I was at the pharmacy.
No.
That’s a lie.
Impossible, I went there.
I talked to everyone...
who works there.
They all know you.
And no one saw you.
You didn’t go there!
Stop scaring me.
You’re scaring me!
How?
That you’ll get lost,
in the city...
attacked by
a thug, a dealer,
It’s a dangerous city.
No.
Yes, it is.
And you swan around it.
People are kind.
It scares me!
People are kind.
No!
You think so,
but they’re not.
They’re horrible!
of madmen
The world is full
of madmen
and horrible people.
Full of them!
Understand?
I don’t believe it.
It’s the truth.
No, it’s not.
I’ve made my point...
So,
you’ll stop?
You’ll kill me.
No.
Yes…
I don’t want to hurt you.
But it will pass.
I’ll be okay.
I have to work,
write my book.
It’s important.
Very.
It’s about...
films and...
dreams.
This book is...
important.
Please, really.
Please...
Really... okay?
Thank you.
The number you’re calling is unavailable.
after the beep.
Please leave a message
after the beep.
Please call me back.
Really.
Thanks.
is unavailable.
The number you’re calling
is unavailable.
Please leave a message after the beep.
Claire, answer...
answer me...
Please.
I need to talk to you.
I need...
to hear your voice.
Please.
Claire.
Hi, Jean-Baptiste?
It’s me, yes.
You okay?
I need you.
You know,
I’m writing a book on...
film and dreams.
I’ve already come up with a title:
“Psyche”.
You like it.
I’m glad.
And also, I found a line,
a great line by Edgar Allan Poe:
“Is all that we see or seem--”
“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.”
It’s grandiose.
I wanted to put that line...
at the start.
Yes, true.
No doubt.
I also think that
cinema,
I mean a movie theater,
is the greatest, most appropriate atmosphere
to... to...
to expose our dreams,
to tell them,
because it’s...
it’s all dark,
you have no contact with anyone.
It’s like being in bed,
sleeping,
dreaming.
Cinema is that.
A big... big dream.
All cinema.
Not just films about dreams.
All films.
All films
are... are...
are...
dreams.
Yes.
Yes, the line I wrote...
“The dreamer is awake”, yes.
Sure, I’ll ask
my publisher if he likes it.
I think in a movie theater, when the spectators dream,
they don’t see the dream,
they see some symbols.
Sometimes.
But most are
in a state of...
continual relaxation,
like they were...
in a dream.
Caught in a situation,
a wonderful situation,
with things...
that are in the sky.
Symbols,
as Freud said.
Like the sea...
it’s your mother,
but also means...
sex.
Big sex...
when you dream of the ocean!
Huge sex!
Huge sensuality.
That’s true.
Sometimes...
I can’t say
I’ve never dreamed.
I dream!
But not always the way
Fellini did, or
Mizoguchi...
That’s true,
very true.
It’s really...
the core issue.
Bravo.
Okay.
Talk soon.
Bye.
Stéphane, can you come?
Stéphane?
Mum, have you called Nathalie?
Nathalie?
Yes, Nathalie.
Your assistant,
your former assistant.
You didn’t call?
No, she didn’t.
Did you?
No, I didn’t,
because…
Yes, but Dad…
She has to do that..
She left me two messages.
Oh, that…
For the brain scan.
Another one.
No.
Yes.
Yes. It’s important.
Yes, yes.
Yes. It’s important.
Dad’s worried, and me too.
You’re a psychiatrist,
you should be reasonable.
We’ll call her later.
Just one appointment,
I’ll come with you.
Okay.
Okay?
Okay.
Go see Kiki.
You see?
These are her pills... all mixed.
Like a cocktail mix!
Your pills and Mum’s?
Yes. My pills are
not many.
Even if it’s not much...
Most are hers.
playing with them.
Kiki was
playing with them.
Put them away.
Look at this.
That’s really strong.
Did Mum write the prescription?
No, the... the...
psychiatrist did.
She saw one? Really?
A psychiatrist, yes.
He gave her this?
Yes.
Hey!
Wait...
What?
What is it?
I do not know anymore…
What is it, Mum?
I... I...
What’s up?
What?
Take me home...
You are home.
No.
I want to go home.
What?
Look at me. What’s wrong?
I..
I want to go home.
To return.
We are home, Mum.
No.
Yes.
No.
Look at me.
It’s... It’s...
There’s that man...
following me everywhere.
Why is he here?
Who, Dad?
No, no, no.
That’s Dad.
No, no, no.
Dad... go see Kiki.
Come with me?
Will you?
Give me your hand.
Don’t let go.
don’t let go.
Come,
don’t let go.
What’s that?
You okay?
What are you looking at?
What?
I’m scared.
Scared?
Is that what you said?
I don’t know.
We’re...
We’re here.
This is the dining room.
I don’t know anymore.
I don’t really know anymore...
Look at me.
Who am I?
I...
I don’t know.
I’m Stéphane.
Yes.
Who am I?
Stéphane.
Oh, it’s you… my Stéphane.
Stéphane.
No! Hey, Mum! Mum!
It’s...
it’s me.
kiss my lips!
You can’t
Okay, Dad?
I’ve got the DVD you wanted.
Yes.
As you wish.
Shall we watch?
Mum?
Sit here.
Here. How are you?
We observe the world...
to understand it...
and evolve in it.
Intelligence helped us make tools
to understand the infinitely small
and the infinitely large.
Coming, Kiki!
For over a century,
psychologists, biologists,
geneticists and neuroscientists
have dissected, analyzed
and measured our world.
We have invented computers
and walked on the moon...
But contrary to what we think,
our intelligence is not growing.
Today, science explores
the many facets of our intelligence...
But do scientists really know?
No,
add problems.
let’s not
add problems.
But you know,
there’s a
big word in life...
“Love”.
I loved you...
I left you
four messages,
with no answer.
You stay here?
I’ll go see Dad
and be right back.
Yes,
it’s true.
That’s true,
that’s true.
Yes.
Hello? Yes.
Yes, there was...
someone.
Okay.
No, my wife...
is in bed,
asleep.
My son...
He’s here.
Okay,
then.
To very--
Yes, I really hope so.
Thank you.
Thank you, my love.
Yes, right, I...
I... I’ll be
strong.
Remember her?
Who’s that?
Paulette?
Nearly.
Paulette.
Pauline.
Whose mum is she?
I don’t know.
Who is Pauline?
Whose mum is she?
She’s--
What’s your name?
Kiki.
That’s when...
we were in Berlin.
You took the photos.
You take good photos.
Don’t you?
I don’t know.
You know you took
good photos?
I don’t know.
Poof!
Poof?
Poof.
Poof!
Dad--
Does Dad cook for you?
How do you manage?
Do you cook?
Can you say a sentence?
Just one.
Now and then!
Who does the shopping?
Is it Dad who shops?
You’ll hurt yourself.
Does it hurt?
Your hand.
You hurt your hand!
I saw...
I saw that!
A bit of quiet!
Gently.
Play gently.
Come on, Mum.
You’re crying.
Why?
I don’t know.
What happened?
She’s not well.
Did Kiki...
scare you?
Did Kiki scare you?
Dad, don’t say that.
Kiki didn’t make her cry.
No, but he did a bit.
He does things like that!
He’s playing.
He’s playing, but in a way...
In a way...
Don’t get angry!
In a way...
Dad,
calm down!
He’s playing, but in a way--
We’re at table,
not in the street.
Play quietly.
are tired.
Grandpa and Grandma
are tired.
Play quietly.
My love...
Don’t cry.
I can’t stand it.
No.
Feeling okay?
You’re okay?
Yes, smile...
Super!
A little smile...
Good, that’s lovely.
It’s nice...
You are so sweet...
So beautiful...
Not in the mouth.
What can I do?
Tell me.
What can I do?
I...
Say it!
Be...
I’ll do it.
Tell me.
Be here.
“Be here”?
He is.
Yes.
Dad’s here.
All three of us are.
Yes.
All the family.
With noisy Kiki.
It’s lovely.
Family reunited,
it’s the most beautiful thing.
Your son.
Your son, our son.
So handsome, right?
She’s very ill.
I know, Dad.
You’ve seen...
No, I didn’t know.
it wasn’t like that.
When I was here three weeks ago...
it wasn’t like that.
It’s true.
Every day, she’s worse.
But why?
It’s a disease with no cure.
No drugs, no pills.
There are solutions.
Solutions?
They’re like...
water.
No.
Yes, they are.
Sit up.
The psychiatrist said so.
They’re like water.
Have you seen one?
Yes,
often.
She’s declining.
Like this,
downhill...
Like this...
Down, down.
Constantly...
You didn’t tell me
it was getting worse.
But…
Why?
Why worry you?
You didn’t call.
You haven’t…
You have your life...
your son.
going on, your work.
You have lots
going on, your work.
But Dad...
You can’t handle this alone.
Mum is writing
her own prescriptions.
Don’t tell me otherwise, I know.
Yes, but
the pharmacist
knows her.
When she goes in,
he doesn’t give her...
what she demands.
Drugs that...
don’t work.
Or are...
bad for the brain.
But you’re...
I follow her...
but it’s not easy.
But I asked, I...
You must be strong.
I can’t!
Be strong!
I asked you--
Like, I am, sometimes,
sometimes not.
I called 10 days ago to see
if you spoke to Nathalie.
You said you did,
but you didn’t.
No, I didn’t.
I know.
You say you’re managing,
but you’re not.
Pauline...
How is she?
I told you
she was in hospital.
Yes.
Again.
Do you see her?
Do you see her sometimes?
When we do things for Kiki,
or with the social worker.
But...
Her last fit two months ago
was really...
violent.
It was...
It was tough on Kiki.
It’s my fault.
No, it’s not.
Yes, yes, it is.
Illness is not our fault.
No...
Mum’s illness
isn’t my fault.
But the drugs, Dad...
The illness
of your wife
isn’t your fault.
These...
These things happen.
It’s fate.
No.
Yes, it’s
fate..
moving through...
the city.
It moves,
then strikes.
It acts...
and illness comes.
And you,
how’s the money?
There is none.
It’s gone.
It’s gone?
Really?
I never have any.
You know that.
You didn’t find a good job?
Yes. Yes. I...
I do
a documentary...
or some
editing,
stuff like that.
It’s fine.
I get my benefits.
I do enough hours.
But I spend the money.
It’s the same for both of us.
We’re broke.
Yes.
Cheers!
To the future!
Don’t push it with Claire.
It’s extra hassle.
I call, but she...
never answers.
It’s tricky for her.
Yes,
of course..
It’s been 20 years...
us two.
In love.
We
traveled
everywhere.
It...
meant...
a lot...
to me.
But now...
it’s almost...
It’s over?
over.
It’s over?
Not over, no,
but
almost over.
Almost…
That is…
That’s our life...
all...
messed up.
Still smoking?
Yes.
Yes! I continue, I...
Maybe I’ll
kill myself.
Because...
do you remember
the issues I’ve had?
Sow the seeds across?
your pills?
Do you take
your pills?
Totally.
Always?
Totally,
every day.
Four pills,
always.
Without them...
It’s too dangerous.
Yes,
I’d die.
This is fine.
And you?
Do you take
the drugs
the doctor prescribed you?
I have...
substitutes...
but I don’t like them.
They just...
There’s no pain, but...
but it’s not--
It’s crap.
It’s crap, huh?
Here’s some.
My son...
our house is full
of drugs.
And druggies.
Indeed.
And Mum?
She’s...
the most...
The least of us.
The least, yes.
Truly.
She was…
That’s it. That’s good.
Be careful
with what she takes.
Don’t get mixed up.
I won’t.
She’s taking super strong drugs.
I know.
I know that the pills
are very strong.
I’m very careful.
Is there water?
It’s a life...
It’s a life.
It’s a life among...
drugs
We’re really...
almost...
slaves to drugs.
You know...
He doesn’t sleep at night.
He’s crazy.
Why?
Because he…
He leaves papers everywhere!
A total mess.
And then…
I...
I try to tidy...
but I can’t.
You don’t have to tidy.
I go crazy.
But you know,
what I’m going to do...
is prescribe him Neuroplax.
No.
Yes!
Don’t do that.
I can do it.
It’s good
when you’re here.
You’ll see with Nathalie
for prescriptions.
You can’t do them any more.
Yes, I can.
They know me at the pharmacy.
Well, you know, I...
I have my doctor’s card.
Can I take this for Kiki?
To give him a little...
Take what you want.
if he’s hungry later.
And a yoghurt.
Okay.
Take more.
No.
Do you have to go?
Yes.
She’s fetching him tomorrow.
Why not...
sleep here?
Not tonight.
Okay.
I’ll get Kiki.
- Kiki...
- Yes, Daddy?
Put your cars away.
- We’re leaving.
- Now?
- Coming?
- Yes, I’m tidying up.
- Coming?
- Yes.
Goodbye.
You’re going?
Okay?
Yes.
Kiki and I are going.
You’re off?
Yes.
Can you lend me
200 euros?
My card was eaten.
Stupid me.
Thanks.
You...
Be careful with the drugs
Mum gives you.
Drugs?
You think she’ll...
poison me?
No!
No?
to poison you.
She doesn’t want
to poison you.
She...
She thinks
she’s still a doctor
and can prescribe.
She’s mixed up.
So, keep your pills separate.
Be careful.
Thanks.
Love you.
Me too.
I smell gas.
Gas!
What have you done?
Gas!
What have you done?
You’re mad!
It’s okay.
Mad!
You’re mad!
Mad!
I’ve tidied your desk.
What?
Tidied your desk...
My papers!
On the desk!
You put them in the toilet?!
That’s...
You can’t do one thing...
It’s a disaster!
You made a--
A total disaster!
You want to kill me?
Always!
This house has become...
A real...
A real nightmare!
You destroyed...
my papers,
my papers, my book.
All my papers.
All I wrote...
I can’t say
you are mad.
You’re worse!
Dad, I...
don’t know how to help.
You are getting into a stage...
where Mum is losing it.
You had heart problems.
It was bad.
for both of you.
And it’s getting worse
for both of you.
Since I’m
worried for...
for Mum...
She told me about a home...
where you can have your things.
They’re flats,
with nurses
and carers,
psychologists,
psychiatrists.
There’s a room
for two...
available...
in...
a month or two.
It’s rare to find a room for two.
But I...
I don’t want that.
I don’t want to leave this house...
where we’ve lived all our life.
It holds...
our past, our things,
reminders...
of our lives.
Mine,
hers.
But you...
Our work,
our books.
All this is part of our...
life.
But you can--
We can’t leave this house.
You can take things.
Hundreds of books?
Journals, magazines.
Impossible!
We’d throw most away.
I don’t throw away...
my past.
I work...
You can work there.
No, I couldn’t.
You’re deluded.
Impossible.
But you don’t know...
I won’t go...
with my wife
to a flat
that’s a hospital...
for people
wrong in the head.
Mum is wrong in the head.
She’s bad
due to an incurable disease...
which is well known.
Young psychiatrists
specialize in it.
Have you called them?
Yes, I have.
Yes, I have a list.
Nathalie says not.
She doesn’t remember.
But I have a list
of young psychiatrists
specialized in this disease.
We’ve spoken.
Dad, don’t say...
It’s a disease
with no cure.
You can’t manage alone.
you don’t.
Don’t say you call them,
you don’t.
I called!
To get a list!
A long list in your office.
but Mum hasn’t seen anyone.
You called,
but Mum hasn’t seen anyone.
Have you seen a psychiatrist?
No, she hasn’t.
Mum, have you seen a psychiatrist?
No.
I talked to one.
if you called.
I don’t care
if you called.
Stop...
I met one...
Stop
talking about me.
at the lab.
Stop.
I’ve talked about it.
this disease.
Everyone knows
this disease.
It’s well known.
To everyone.
Dad, if--
It’d be better...
It’d be better if I was...
dead.
Don’t say that.
No, Mum.
Don’t. It’s not true.
Mum.
Don’t. It’s not true.
It’s not true.
You’re with us.
That’s not true.
You’re with us.
Alive,
talking
moving forwards.
You have a past to share.
No.
Sorry.
I’m really sorry.
Don’t be, Mum.
We’re looking for...
solutions.
good ones.
Dad, I can’t help you properly.
I can’t.
If Mum falls over...
You never come over...
But Dad, you--
Almost never.
Yes, I do, whenever I can.
I don’t want to be mean,
but if anyone has to go...
to a clinic,
a hospital,
or a home...
then it’s you!
You have problems to solve.
But Dad, I tried!
Stop!
Everyone knows it!
It’s okay.
It’s the first time we’ve talked,
it’s important.
Dad, you say you don’t want to--
It’s the first time...
Dad, you say you don’t want to--
we open our souls.
I’m sorry.
The first time.
Don’t be.
Dad, when I...
I’m not against you.
That’s not the point!
First of all, it’s not...
I’m not.
First of all, it’s not...
You don’t want to be mean...
but it’s silly to say
I should be
in a clinic.
That’s not the point.
It’s not!
I’m trying...
I help at the association,
I have a social worker.
I don’t come much,
because I’m trying...
to get organized.
When I went...
Dad, Mum…
Sorry.
For what?
Sorry.
For what?
You’re not guilty.
Of anything.
When you...
put me
in the mental hospital.
Yes…
You were doing your best.
Yes.
You didn’t say--
For you!
You didn’t say--
You didn’t say it was a cage,
or a prison.
You meant well.
For a while...
“For a while”? Dad...
Listen to me.
Only for a while.
Listen to me.
That’s irrelevant.
It was a mental hospital.
You meant well and it was good.
From then on,
even though I didn’t...
Things happened.
I had bearings,
support.
I could do things healthily.
Okay?
You meant well.
I can’t take care
of you properly.
If Mum falls,
you can’t pick her up.
where to go.
If she’s lost, you don’t know
where to go.
If you fall--
You had a stroke 3 years ago.
If you fall, what does Mum do?
Sometimes, she doesn’t know who she is,
or you, or even the neighbour!
Yes.
I’m dealing with it.
I’ve asked my friends,
journalists, writers, important people,
for a man,
not a woman – too weak.
A strong man who can
help pick her up if need be,
go out with her in the street.
You’ve met them?
No, I have names on a list.
Just names and lists!
A man in particular,
who lived with a family,
everyone knows him,
they say he’s a good man.
So what?
And I also found a new
psychiatrist.
I have a list!
Dad, I’m--
I’m not accusing you.
I’m not.
I know you’re trying.
You make lists, you call,
but no one is here to help you.
You told me...
I often lied to you.
Right?
I’d lie so you wouldn’t worry.
Now you’re lying, Dad.
Don’t say you’re not.
I know you make lists.
But I can’t help you.
I can’t even help myself!
With Kiki, we have a custody worker
who says you can or can’t do this.
I can’t help you.
The little I do, you don’t follow up.
You say you make lists, I trust you, I know you do!
I want someone more capable
than me or you two to help.
Let’s make her feel...
good.
Good...
Your son
and your husband
love you.
For sure.
They’ll help you.
Dad,
I don’t want...
to lecture, okay?
Everyone...
I just--
Mum is lucid today,
she’s stable...
I want us to talk.
You who like lists,
let’s list good ideas.
Just good ones.
Don’t reject them all.
Maybe a home is not a good idea.
Maybe there are ideas there,
with carers, we could ask.
If not that home, maybe another one?
I want us to agree...
on a process.
I want you to...
be rid of me.
What do you mean?
Of course, it’s tiring and tense,
but we’re talking!
If we don’t, it’s crap.
You’d have talked to your patients, wouldn’t you?
You’d have talked to your patients.
You’d say: “something’s wrong.”
“We can do this, change that.”
Yes or no?
Yes.
Us too,
awkwardly perhaps,
because Dad is Italian and shouts.
And I’m stubborn.
Dad?
We’re clumsy, that’s all.
Talking is important.
It would be...
We’re a small family...
really small...
Not big!
Three people.
And Kiki.
No one else.
I’m a bit tired.
You’re tired?
A bit.
Do you want a coffee, a tea?
Yes.
Dad, a coffee?
No, thanks. Water.
Let’s pretend...
pretend it’s normal.
Do you have a...
cigarette?
No!
cigarette?
Got any kits?
Sure.
We need 2 or 3 shoot kits.
2 or 3?
Go for 3.
Thanks.
And a crack pipe.
Need a stick?
A stick?
Sure, why not.
Paper towels?
Water?
No.
Gonna be okay?
We’re cool.
Okay, take care.
Lots of needles today!
Few people now.
How’s your Mum?
So-so...
Old age sucks.
No kidding.
Aging or smack,
which to choose?
We don’t choose.
No!
She takes more drugs...
than us or them.
You holding out?
Not great.
Hang on, dudes...
We’re closing.
Hello. Give me some kit.
We’re closing.
Please.
One each.
We’re closing.
For my friend!
Sticks?
One per person.
My friend’s coming!
So, when?
He’s not coming.
He’ll come alone.
We’re here tomorrow.
Tell him to come.
Okay.
Tell him to come.
We’re here every day.
Bye.
Take care, guys.
Closing time?
The Memory of Film. That’s our next issue.
And we could use it to get some money.
We are the memory of film!
And you, you’re writing a book!
I’m writing a book.
A book on...
on film and dreams.
Great!
Dreams, memory.
What fires dreams?
It’s not the same.
No, it’s not.
It’s different.
It’s totally linked.
It’s completely different.
Coffee?
I wouldn’t mind.
Me.
Okay.
Me.
No, thanks.
Excuse me.
How’s your wife?
Not good.
At all.
What is it?
“What is it?”
You know.
You’re avoiding me.
No.
That’s what.
No.
We can’t discuss it here.
Come, come.
Come.
Sorry.
Is something up?
No.
Really?
Yes.
We need a break.
I still love you.
Always.
I’m still in love with you.
Truly.
Deeply.
I know, me too.
I miss you.
It breaks my heart.
I miss you.
Your kindness,
your love.
Your tenderness.
I miss you...
Stop...
We must go back.
Stéph!
Please answer me.
Stéph! Can I come to yours?
No.
Can I smoke at yours?
Osnat…
Please.
Seriously?
Let me in, please.
want something...
If you
want something...
Smack? I can get you smack.
No!
Smack? I can get you smack.
I know a guy,
he’s got mean shit!
The best to shoot up.
What’s he got?
It’s really good, I promise.
It’s clean, don’t worry.
Not far away!
I’ll score it for you.
No money.
Well, whenever you want...
it’s up to you.
I’m here.
Let me smoke inside.
If you change your mind,
I’m here.
Please!
Okay, come in.
Come on.
Oh, God.
What are you doing?
I’m in pain.
My heart.
I’ll just...
Good.
That’s better.
Yes.
What can I?
Ambulance...
Call an ambulance.
Samu.
I’m calling.
Stéphane.
Zero.
Six.
Five.
Seven.
Four.
Seven.
Six.
Four.
Five.
It’s okay.
- Hello?
- Stéphane...
- It’s Mum.
- Yes, mom.
- Everything okay?
- Dad had a fall...
- in his office.
- He fell? I’m calling for help.
Call...
for an ambulance.
- Call for an ambulance.
- Yes, yes.
Fast. And come over.
Yes. How long has it been?
I don’t know.
- Come over.
- I’m coming
Come.
He’ll deal with it.
Good.
Are you cold?
Okay?
Breathe.
if you need me.
I’m nearby
if you need me.
Thanks.
I’ll leave you with your son.
See you soon.
I’m here.
Is he alright?
No.
Are you?
No.
I do not know.
Darling?
Darling...
Darling?
What’s the matter?
Hello, sir.
Your husband’s gone.
He won’t be back.
Go get some sleep.
And tomorrow,
call your son, okay?
- Close your eyes.
- Of course.
Where is this place?
-We relax.
- I know it.
Keep your back straight.
I’ll tell her. Right away.
Think about your breathing.
Have a nice day.
As it is, of course.
Madam?
Okay?
Madam?
I just spoke to your son.
Stéphane.
He’s very pleased.
He’s found you a home.
Great!
Not far.
At the Porte de Pantin.
That’s good!
It’s a good place.
We’ll get you ready to go...
Fill your wash bag.
Choose your clothes.
He’s so glad.
You...
You are...
who?
for a few days
I’ve been coming
for a few days
give you food, your pills.
to help you,
give you food, your pills.
We talk.
Together.
You talk of your childhood,
your grandma.
We know each other,
I talk about my life.
And now...
your son is so glad,
because I’m not always here.
It’s best for you.
You’ll be safe,
with people who listen,
who talk,
who care for you every day.
It’ll be great.
Our Father, Who art in Heaven...
Lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
Our Father, Who art in Heaven,
hallowed be Thy name.
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done
on earth as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread
and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
Lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
Amen.
The papers will be ready this afternoon.
Do you have all the elements?
I have… everything in the pocket.
I’ll take them. Thank you.
Thank you.
most choose white flowers.
For women,
most choose white flowers.
You have...
You have a choice of urns,
take your time looking through.
We are here for you, of course.
Mum,
my beloved mum.
The last months with you and Dad
were intense.
And it was weird for me,
who was always your prime anxiety,
to play parent...
for you...
and dare to make decisions
for you...
Sometimes...
against your
freedom of action.
All dreams are short...
even more so.
Dreams within dreams
even more so.
is finally peaceful.
I hope your sleep
is finally peaceful.
We will do
as you wished, Mum,
so no one disturbs your journey.
On behalf of Kiki, myself,
your friends
and relatives...
we say thank you, Mum.
Thank you for sharing, sir.
Thank you.
Ladies and gentlemen,
we will now watch a slide show
to recall happy times
spent with the deceased.
Grandma and Grandpa
have a new home?
No.
That’s not a home.
Homes are for the living.