Mytho (2019) s01e01 Episode Script
Episode 1
1 A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES [Charles Aznavour's "Il Faut Savoir" playing.]
POLICE Shit.
Shit! Virginie, darling, wake up.
We're late.
The alarm didn't go off.
I don't want to go to school.
[Elvira groans.]
- And I don't want to go to work.
- [Patrick groans.]
[Virginie.]
But at least you make money.
Come on now, go.
[Virginie.]
Mm Go before I get to three or I'll spank you! Spank? Sam.
Wake up, the alarm didn't go off.
- [Sam.]
Okay.
- Your sports clothes are in by the door.
Virginie, don't go back to sleep! [Virginie.]
Five minutes - [Sam.]
I'm out of contact solution.
- [Elvira.]
So soon? - [Sam.]
Yeah.
- [Elvira.]
Okay.
Carole? Hurry, the alarm didn't go off.
[Carole groans.]
You're not dressed? All my sweaters are itchy.
You won't go out without a sweater.
- Hi, Mom.
- Hi.
[Virginie.]
I don't like this cereal.
Can I have orange juice? [Elvira.]
Yes.
What is Carole doing? Carole? My check for the school trip? [Elvira.]
Right.
Here.
Thanks.
The math teacher's absent.
[Elvira.]
Again? Liar.
- [kettle whistling.]
- [Carole.]
Fuck you.
Please.
Hurry up, guys.
Sam.
- Sam! - [woman.]
Hello.
- [Sam.]
Yes? - Hello.
- [child.]
Hello.
- Your gym stuff.
[Sam.]
Oh, yeah.
Thanks.
- Here.
- Thanks.
What was that? Something happened? I don't know.
Go now.
Quickly.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
You'll take the old dryer out.
Yeah Look.
When I do this, I can feel my lumps.
- Touch it! Touch it! - Stop freaking out.
No wonder the kids are stressed out.
Why make a big deal about it? I'm sure you're fine.
[cell phone beeps.]
You're fine.
The lumps your gynecologist found Can you see? [cell phone ringing.]
Uh Can you turn off your phone? Oh, I'm sorry.
It fell in water, it doesn't work.
I I can't turn it off.
Yes, Carole, I have an appointment.
Where is my denim jacket? I can't find it anywhere.
I promise I'll look for it when I get home.
No, but that's Fucking unbelievable.
[cell phone buzzing.]
This lump of fat looks like a nodule, feels like a nodule, but is completely harmless.
I don't get it.
Your body made fake cancerous lumps.
It's a bit like alcohol-free beer, if you will.
There you go.
We'll check in six months.
Just for laughs.
[crying.]
What caused it? I don't know.
You're stressed, overworked with your children, your job.
Modern female slavery is all.
Crying for good news is silly.
I'll say.
Come on, Mrs.
Giannini.
Get some rest and exercise.
This is also your body ringing the alarm.
And your kids need to respect you.
[chuckles.]
MEDICAL IMAGING CENTER [ringing.]
[Patrick.]
Look here! Peekaboo.
Peekaboo! Good.
That's great.
Yes! Come on.
- [cell phone ringing.]
- If you need portraits of you and your family, or if your company NOTARY [screams.]
- Good morning.
Hello, Pierre.
- Hello.
- All good? - Yes.
- Good morning, Michaël.
- Hello.
- Hi, Hassan.
- [Hassan.]
Hi.
- Hello, Cécile.
- Hi.
Hi, Channa.
Did you see? Isn't this your area? - Yes, I heard the police this morning.
- Mm-hm.
The woman spiked the ravioli, and then choked her husband with a pillow she made for their 50th anniversary.
- No way.
- Mm.
I see who that is.
Nutso wants to see you.
You know what? This asshole wants to check all the obsolescence values that we agreed on.
- He's trying to wear me down.
- Maybe he wants to help.
That's your problem.
You see good everywhere.
[Channa groaning.]
You're upset, too? I swear if I give birth early, I'll sue him.
AGENCY DIRECTOR M.
BRUNE - [Brunet.]
Yeah.
- [classical music playing over speakers.]
With employees like you, we'll end up out of work.
Sorry, I saw the doctor Why are all the Gillard invoices less than six months old? Are they? - Are you sure? - Elvira, it's not perfect pitch I have, it's perfect smell.
And I can smell a scam from a mile away.
They are honest, a small printing shop.
- Bullshit, Elvira.
- [knocking on door.]
Yes.
What are you looking at? Are you looking to buy? Sit down.
I have a question for you.
Do you like it? - Like what? - Your job.
Ah.
Yes.
Seriously? Meaningless insurance claims turn you on? Not really, no.
Accelerated procedures? You fancy those? - No, not really.
- So, why are you doing it?! Our trade should be a vocation or a calling.
I have four mouths to feed.
I don't have time for such questions.
This is just a job and I try to do it the best I can.
How about your Chinese lessons? How is that going? I haven't had the time.
I [Brunet chuckles.]
I counted on you to pick up the slack of this mentally-challenged team.
Here's the rub: you've been performing poorly lately.
Any personal problems? I don't give a shit.
And I don't want to know.
I know what you're about, Elvira Giannini.
A life of after-school pickups.
Ungrateful children.
A distant husband.
Days off spent at the supermarket.
Every day, you go home exhausted.
But laundry needs washing.
Dinner needs cooking.
It's like working two jobs.
So, inevitably you're tired.
[woman.]
Hi, Elvira.
[Brunet.]
And you screw up.
You're screwing up, Elvira, because you're overwhelmed.
There.
Sorry I'm late.
Don't worry about it.
Thanks for watching him.
It's only a tarot reading, an hour, tops.
[Elvira sighs.]
[cell phone buzzing.]
[rock music playing over speakers.]
- Elvira? - Jeff, where are you? I thought you were coming.
I'm tired of this hole in my backyard.
I'm at the store.
Covering for Patrick.
Here, too, - it's a mess.
- Where's Patrick? He's out on a delivery.
Probably driving.
You can call him.
I'm with a customer, I have to go.
Have a good one.
Bye, ciao.
- [speaking in Chinese.]
- [man speaking in Chinese on recording.]
[vacuum whirring.]
[vacuum turns off.]
[Carole.]
Hi.
Carole? [Carole.]
Yeah? Is this yours? That hideous thing? Please, no.
Did you find my jacket? Did you have a nice day? I'm tired my stuff keeps disappearing, you know.
[door slams then baby crying.]
[Myron & E's "If I Gave You My Love" playing over speakers.]
Check, yo, I loved you More than words could ever say I don't wanna ever let that fade away I know you're gone and it's strange And I gotta turn the page But you're the type That can never be replaced You were there from the beginning To the end of me And where you're gone now It's all the same to me [Elvira.]
Are you hungry? - Hi.
- Hi, there.
Hi.
I'll prepare it.
Yes, it's coming.
Hold on, you didn't get the chips? [Elvira.]
No, why? My meeting.
Is it tonight? Yeah, it's been scheduled for a month.
Sorry, I totally forgot.
- [Patrick.]
Does your friend pay you? - [Elvira.]
No That's babysitting.
Worth 15 an hour.
- May I? - Here.
Yeah! Come on.
Awesome.
- Hello, you! - [Patrick.]
Is that normal? I thought it would be nice with the choucroute.
It's alcohol-free - I can't focus.
- [Elvira.]
Shit.
[Patrick.]
Go to your room, honey.
No, it's because of the war.
- I can't stop thinking about it.
- It's not going to start again.
[Virginie.]
Mom, watch the news.
- [Patrick.]
I'll be outside.
- Right, it's war.
Mm.
I failed my math test.
- Again? - [Carole.]
It smells so weird.
I know it smells like nothing.
Wait, no.
I swear it smells really weird.
Like avocado.
I hate you.
What a pain! Stop bothering your sister.
Come on, she's the pain.
[Elvira.]
Hi.
- I bought choucroute.
- [Carole.]
What a weird word, "choucroute.
" [Sam.]
But I'm out tonight.
The pen pal meeting, you know.
[Carole.]
You see, it's war.
The Germans are coming.
[Elvira.]
Jeez, all these meetings.
Carole, maybe you should take private math lessons.
Speaking of which, I'm out tonight.
Because I'm studying at Sonia's.
- You're not having dinner here? - No, and we have a presentation tomorrow, and we haven't started yet.
You and Sonia always do things at the last minute.
[door closes.]
[sighs.]
What am I gonna do with all that choucroute? AMATEUR ARTY PHOTOGRAPHY FESTIVAL What? Well, that's Come on, I'm no Toulouse-Lautrec.
See you.
Bye.
- Bye, Mom.
- Bye.
[Sam.]
I love you.
I love you, too.
Isa.
- Look, it's Mommy! - [Sam.]
Hi, Isa.
She's here! How was it? Great.
- Did he give you a lot of trouble? - No, not at all.
Right.
I'll draw your cards for free whenever.
Okay.
Thanks.
- Hello.
Please sign here.
- Hello.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
- Have a good day.
- Have a good day.
As I was saying earlier, what I find amazing about Patrick's idea is that everyone can express themselves and see their work being looked at.
This idea is a real opportunity for the city of Saint Benoît.
[woman.]
Yeah, I love it.
Thank you.
The idea is to place the human and film photography center stage.
Shine a light on the dark room.
We have several points to discuss tonight.
- Can you tell us? - Yes.
So, these are the topics for tonight.
So, we can assign tasks.
Like choosing our guest photographer.
Maybe you have some ideas, Patrick.
- Yeah, there's Sylvain Bernier.
- [doorbell rings.]
- Yeah.
- I think he was - He was interested.
- [doorbell ringing.]
- You can e-mail him.
- If you know - I have someone in mind.
- Yes? We'll have to talk about - [Elvira.]
Good evening.
- Good evening.
[Elvira.]
Patrick is expecting you.
Your husband's such a darling.
- We're not married.
- Don't say that.
We'd be tempted.
[Elvira chuckles.]
This way.
- Excuse me.
- Excuse me.
I'm late.
No.
This way.
Do I have something? Not at all.
[Sandrine.]
So, we can narrow it down, then you send it to me.
I forward it to Patrick and if That way we can choose Good evening.
So, we can save time.
Knowing there's still the blog, and that's what brings traffic.
What about dinner, Virginie? I'm interested.
I'm staying with Dad.
It's fine.
Anyone want some choucroute? No, thank you.
We're good, honey.
- Thank you.
- Okay.
[Sandrine.]
Budget-wise, uh, we have several possible solutions [inaudible dialogue.]
What are you doing, Mom? - Nothing.
- You're watching the trash.
Dad's thing is super interesting.
Oh, yeah? Well, I do uninteresting stuff, but it pays the bills.
It went great.
We're launching a crowd-funding campaign.
My pictures will be shown in the town hall's lobby.
Why aren't you saying anything? You're acting strange.
What's wrong? A tumor.
What? Remember I had an appointment at the radiologist this morning? Yeah, right.
The results are bad.
Really? I Sorry, I I'm blindsided.
So am I.
Why didn't you tell me? I did.
I called you many times when I got out.
Will you do chemo? No idea.
You'll lose your hair? Maybe, I don't know.
It's complicated.
There will be many tests.
No, easy.
Easy.
I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well.
Should I open the window? Are you gonna be okay? I need to process this.
[door opens.]
[stereo clicks.]
[electronic music playing over speakers.]
TYPES OF BREAST CANCER [chattering.]
[crowd cheers.]
[crowd cheering.]
[gasps.]
[metal clanging.]
[Elvira.]
Oh, my.
Morning.
Do you want scrambled eggs? Uh, no, thanks, I'm good.
All right.
You should eat.
You need your strength.
[Virginie.]
Mom? No, let me.
Virginie says her tummy hurts, but I'll get her to school even if I have to drag her.
Take your time, I'll handle the kids.
Okay? Come on, let's go.
- [Virginie.]
I don't want to go.
- [Patrick.]
I'm not negotiating.
We're going.
Stop bothering your mom.
Let's go.
Go, go, go! [UTO's "Playhouse" playing.]
Here.
Stand up to greet them.
I am your house I watch your back at night I am your swaddling wrap Still sometimes you slip out PROTECT THOSE YOU LOVE [Patrick moans.]
I am your house I will stand I won't collapse I am made of bricks and cracks My deep foundations You're not feeling well today, babe? I am your house [moaning.]
Hold on.
It's fine, it happens to everyone.
Don't tell me it's the first time, I'll take it personally.
Hold on.
What's wrong? Want a pick-me-up? I think I I'm going to quit smoking.
Cigarettes don't No, I know, but Cancer and all that I don't know, it's scary.
[boy.]
"I lived in Frankfurt until I was 4.
Since we are Jewish, my father emigrated in Holland in 1933.
He became the managing director of the Dutch Opekta Company, which manufactures products used in making jam.
" [school bell ringing.]
You okay? My tummy ached all day.
We'll wait for your brother and his pen pal, and I'll call someone.
Okay? [in English.]
Here's my mom over there.
Oh, cool.
[in French.]
How are you? - This is Niklas.
- Hello.
Hi.
- So Mom, Niklas - Niklas, yeah.
Elvira.
Good.
Um We'll put your bag in the trunk? [Elvira.]
How was your trip, Niklas? It must be a long way from Bavaria.
- [Sam.]
He doesn't speak a word of French.
- Really? Nothing? - You are the cutest boy I've ever met.
- [Elvira.]
Sam! - [Sam.]
He doesn't understand.
- [Elvira.]
It's not funny.
[in English.]
I'm reading the Anne Frank's Diary.
Do you know it? No, no, no.
Don't start.
You'll scare him, seriously.
It's about World War II.
When German people tried to extermine all Jewish people.
And especially children.
[in English.]
Niklas, don't listen to her, she's crazy.
She's nuts.
- [in French.]
Please, stop.
- [Elvira.]
Sam, did you tell him? - [Sam.]
Mom, he just got here - It's not right.
It was the deal with the teachers.
- You must tell him the truth.
- I know.
- I'll do it.
- You share a room.
It's about intimacy.
Look, Mom, it's fine.
I'm not going to throw myself at him, okay? [Virginie.]
Mom, stop the car.
[vomits.]
[Sam.]
No! What are you doing? Fuck, it's everywhere.
Deep breath.
It's over, honey.
You can go get dressed.
I'll talk to your mom.
Do you need help? Yes? There.
Your daughter is in excellent physical condition.
But she's stressed out.
Really? Just like you.
She absorbs your anxiety.
Children are like sponges.
My anxiety? What makes you say that? Your nightstand is a full-on pharmacy.
Listen.
I won't ask who prescribed all this, but I must warn you that taking so many benzodiazepine and sedatives exposes you to memory loss.
I would also advise against taking so many nonsteroidal anti-inflammatories.
You run the risk of gastrointestinal bleeding and kidney problems.
- Brigitte, Mr.
Kramaritch is here.
- All right.
Yes.
Do you need anything else? Hello, Mr.
Kramaritch.
How's your wife? Ah.
We need to get a pillow.
[Sam in English.]
New pillow.
Okay.
[in German.]
Thank you.
How come the German guy sleeps here? Come on, Sam.
Let him settle down.
- Unbelievable.
- [in French.]
Mind your own ass.
I can't even have a boyfriend over.
He's his pen pal.
So? Can't they have sex? Shut up.
Take a shower, your hair smells like a fryer.
At least I don't have a smelly dick.
- Excuse me? My dick stinks? - You heard me.
[shouts.]
Enough! To your rooms.
Fuck.
Are you okay? [doors opening and closing.]
- Hi, Jeff.
- Hi.
How are you? I love you, Elvira.
You'll get your Jacuzzi, I promise.
- Patrick? - Hmm? - What did you tell your brother? - Nothing.
Nothing.
CONVERSATIONS BRIGITTE I MISS YOU Do you have beer? In the truck.
See, now I know what really matters.
Elvira and the kids.
See, even Sam.
After all, he can do whatever.
And Brigitte? Brigitte I don't know how to tell her.
I've wanted to end it for a while anyway.
She's too Too needy.
Hi, Patrick.
- Hi, Isa.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- Isa.
It's a friend of Elvira's.
Forget it.
She's into weird shit.
Okay, I'm in.
No, I'm serious.
She's weird.
Is she single? She just had a baby.
So? The baby might need a stepfather.
[Elvira.]
The doctor said Virginie had anxiety.
I think she identifies with this girl.
Anne Frank you have endured so much already, but I'm sorry, it's for my daughter.
There.
[Elvira sighs.]
I just froze Anne Frank.
Is it bad? Yep, but your daughter won't freak out anymore.
- Can I freeze my boss as well? He's evil.
- No.
One person at a time.
- [door opens.]
- [pop music playing over speakers.]
There's no applesauce? I want one.
Uh, no.
Sorry.
- And for Carole, you told me to - [door slams.]
bury a piece of clothing - in the backyard.
- Yeah.
- Didn't work? - No.
She still sees this weird girl, Sonia.
Now she's asking for her jacket.
Maybe we'll have to get a strand of hair from this Sonia girl.
Yeah.
Are you staying for dinner? No, I can't.
I'm picking up Léo at my mother's.
Ah.
He has a stomach flu.
Someone's into me.
You're right, I should stay.
One last question, then.
Mm.
I lied to Patrick.
A little thing.
No big deal.
But I don't know how to fix it.
Can you help me? Pick a card.
This means you have to tell him the truth.
JUDGMEN PHARMACY [Juniore's "Dans le Noir" playing.]
[inaudible dialogue.]
Virginie? You're not in bed? I'm not sleepy.
What's wrong? Tell me.
Huh? Is it about Anne Frank? I don't know.
"I don't know.
" Why is this bracelet here? It's mine.
What do you mean? I found it.
- You found it in the trash.
- On the floor.
Where? On the street outside the school.
I picked it up.
Are you sure? Telling the truth is important.
- I'm sure.
- Lying is bad.
- You really found it outside the school? - Yes! [Virginie crying.]
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
I believe you.
I believe you.
It's okay.
It's okay.
[dishes scrubbing.]
I'm fine.
Yes? The tumor in Did the radiologist call? No, but I don't have anything.
I'm just a little tired.
I'm sure it's nothing.
It's something benign.
Did I say that right? I always confuse it with Benin.
I'm convinced that everything is fine, too.
No You don't understand.
I do.
Of course.
But I'm here for you, don't worry.
I'll be there for every appointment.
I won't make the same mistakes.
- But there's no need.
- There is.
Of course there is.
I'm not letting you down.
You know, I understood a few things.
From now on, I want to know everything.
Tests, check-ups, doctors, appointments.
Everything.
This crisis is an opportunity.
An opportunity to wake up, to start over.
It's a new beginning.
This is an opportunity.
[Charles Aznavour's "Il Faut Savoir" playing.]
[doorbell rings.]
- Hello.
- Hello.
- Please sign here.
- Sure.
[techno music playing.]
POLICE Shit.
Shit! Virginie, darling, wake up.
We're late.
The alarm didn't go off.
I don't want to go to school.
[Elvira groans.]
- And I don't want to go to work.
- [Patrick groans.]
[Virginie.]
But at least you make money.
Come on now, go.
[Virginie.]
Mm Go before I get to three or I'll spank you! Spank? Sam.
Wake up, the alarm didn't go off.
- [Sam.]
Okay.
- Your sports clothes are in by the door.
Virginie, don't go back to sleep! [Virginie.]
Five minutes - [Sam.]
I'm out of contact solution.
- [Elvira.]
So soon? - [Sam.]
Yeah.
- [Elvira.]
Okay.
Carole? Hurry, the alarm didn't go off.
[Carole groans.]
You're not dressed? All my sweaters are itchy.
You won't go out without a sweater.
- Hi, Mom.
- Hi.
[Virginie.]
I don't like this cereal.
Can I have orange juice? [Elvira.]
Yes.
What is Carole doing? Carole? My check for the school trip? [Elvira.]
Right.
Here.
Thanks.
The math teacher's absent.
[Elvira.]
Again? Liar.
- [kettle whistling.]
- [Carole.]
Fuck you.
Please.
Hurry up, guys.
Sam.
- Sam! - [woman.]
Hello.
- [Sam.]
Yes? - Hello.
- [child.]
Hello.
- Your gym stuff.
[Sam.]
Oh, yeah.
Thanks.
- Here.
- Thanks.
What was that? Something happened? I don't know.
Go now.
Quickly.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
You'll take the old dryer out.
Yeah Look.
When I do this, I can feel my lumps.
- Touch it! Touch it! - Stop freaking out.
No wonder the kids are stressed out.
Why make a big deal about it? I'm sure you're fine.
[cell phone beeps.]
You're fine.
The lumps your gynecologist found Can you see? [cell phone ringing.]
Uh Can you turn off your phone? Oh, I'm sorry.
It fell in water, it doesn't work.
I I can't turn it off.
Yes, Carole, I have an appointment.
Where is my denim jacket? I can't find it anywhere.
I promise I'll look for it when I get home.
No, but that's Fucking unbelievable.
[cell phone buzzing.]
This lump of fat looks like a nodule, feels like a nodule, but is completely harmless.
I don't get it.
Your body made fake cancerous lumps.
It's a bit like alcohol-free beer, if you will.
There you go.
We'll check in six months.
Just for laughs.
[crying.]
What caused it? I don't know.
You're stressed, overworked with your children, your job.
Modern female slavery is all.
Crying for good news is silly.
I'll say.
Come on, Mrs.
Giannini.
Get some rest and exercise.
This is also your body ringing the alarm.
And your kids need to respect you.
[chuckles.]
MEDICAL IMAGING CENTER [ringing.]
[Patrick.]
Look here! Peekaboo.
Peekaboo! Good.
That's great.
Yes! Come on.
- [cell phone ringing.]
- If you need portraits of you and your family, or if your company NOTARY [screams.]
- Good morning.
Hello, Pierre.
- Hello.
- All good? - Yes.
- Good morning, Michaël.
- Hello.
- Hi, Hassan.
- [Hassan.]
Hi.
- Hello, Cécile.
- Hi.
Hi, Channa.
Did you see? Isn't this your area? - Yes, I heard the police this morning.
- Mm-hm.
The woman spiked the ravioli, and then choked her husband with a pillow she made for their 50th anniversary.
- No way.
- Mm.
I see who that is.
Nutso wants to see you.
You know what? This asshole wants to check all the obsolescence values that we agreed on.
- He's trying to wear me down.
- Maybe he wants to help.
That's your problem.
You see good everywhere.
[Channa groaning.]
You're upset, too? I swear if I give birth early, I'll sue him.
AGENCY DIRECTOR M.
BRUNE - [Brunet.]
Yeah.
- [classical music playing over speakers.]
With employees like you, we'll end up out of work.
Sorry, I saw the doctor Why are all the Gillard invoices less than six months old? Are they? - Are you sure? - Elvira, it's not perfect pitch I have, it's perfect smell.
And I can smell a scam from a mile away.
They are honest, a small printing shop.
- Bullshit, Elvira.
- [knocking on door.]
Yes.
What are you looking at? Are you looking to buy? Sit down.
I have a question for you.
Do you like it? - Like what? - Your job.
Ah.
Yes.
Seriously? Meaningless insurance claims turn you on? Not really, no.
Accelerated procedures? You fancy those? - No, not really.
- So, why are you doing it?! Our trade should be a vocation or a calling.
I have four mouths to feed.
I don't have time for such questions.
This is just a job and I try to do it the best I can.
How about your Chinese lessons? How is that going? I haven't had the time.
I [Brunet chuckles.]
I counted on you to pick up the slack of this mentally-challenged team.
Here's the rub: you've been performing poorly lately.
Any personal problems? I don't give a shit.
And I don't want to know.
I know what you're about, Elvira Giannini.
A life of after-school pickups.
Ungrateful children.
A distant husband.
Days off spent at the supermarket.
Every day, you go home exhausted.
But laundry needs washing.
Dinner needs cooking.
It's like working two jobs.
So, inevitably you're tired.
[woman.]
Hi, Elvira.
[Brunet.]
And you screw up.
You're screwing up, Elvira, because you're overwhelmed.
There.
Sorry I'm late.
Don't worry about it.
Thanks for watching him.
It's only a tarot reading, an hour, tops.
[Elvira sighs.]
[cell phone buzzing.]
[rock music playing over speakers.]
- Elvira? - Jeff, where are you? I thought you were coming.
I'm tired of this hole in my backyard.
I'm at the store.
Covering for Patrick.
Here, too, - it's a mess.
- Where's Patrick? He's out on a delivery.
Probably driving.
You can call him.
I'm with a customer, I have to go.
Have a good one.
Bye, ciao.
- [speaking in Chinese.]
- [man speaking in Chinese on recording.]
[vacuum whirring.]
[vacuum turns off.]
[Carole.]
Hi.
Carole? [Carole.]
Yeah? Is this yours? That hideous thing? Please, no.
Did you find my jacket? Did you have a nice day? I'm tired my stuff keeps disappearing, you know.
[door slams then baby crying.]
[Myron & E's "If I Gave You My Love" playing over speakers.]
Check, yo, I loved you More than words could ever say I don't wanna ever let that fade away I know you're gone and it's strange And I gotta turn the page But you're the type That can never be replaced You were there from the beginning To the end of me And where you're gone now It's all the same to me [Elvira.]
Are you hungry? - Hi.
- Hi, there.
Hi.
I'll prepare it.
Yes, it's coming.
Hold on, you didn't get the chips? [Elvira.]
No, why? My meeting.
Is it tonight? Yeah, it's been scheduled for a month.
Sorry, I totally forgot.
- [Patrick.]
Does your friend pay you? - [Elvira.]
No That's babysitting.
Worth 15 an hour.
- May I? - Here.
Yeah! Come on.
Awesome.
- Hello, you! - [Patrick.]
Is that normal? I thought it would be nice with the choucroute.
It's alcohol-free - I can't focus.
- [Elvira.]
Shit.
[Patrick.]
Go to your room, honey.
No, it's because of the war.
- I can't stop thinking about it.
- It's not going to start again.
[Virginie.]
Mom, watch the news.
- [Patrick.]
I'll be outside.
- Right, it's war.
Mm.
I failed my math test.
- Again? - [Carole.]
It smells so weird.
I know it smells like nothing.
Wait, no.
I swear it smells really weird.
Like avocado.
I hate you.
What a pain! Stop bothering your sister.
Come on, she's the pain.
[Elvira.]
Hi.
- I bought choucroute.
- [Carole.]
What a weird word, "choucroute.
" [Sam.]
But I'm out tonight.
The pen pal meeting, you know.
[Carole.]
You see, it's war.
The Germans are coming.
[Elvira.]
Jeez, all these meetings.
Carole, maybe you should take private math lessons.
Speaking of which, I'm out tonight.
Because I'm studying at Sonia's.
- You're not having dinner here? - No, and we have a presentation tomorrow, and we haven't started yet.
You and Sonia always do things at the last minute.
[door closes.]
[sighs.]
What am I gonna do with all that choucroute? AMATEUR ARTY PHOTOGRAPHY FESTIVAL What? Well, that's Come on, I'm no Toulouse-Lautrec.
See you.
Bye.
- Bye, Mom.
- Bye.
[Sam.]
I love you.
I love you, too.
Isa.
- Look, it's Mommy! - [Sam.]
Hi, Isa.
She's here! How was it? Great.
- Did he give you a lot of trouble? - No, not at all.
Right.
I'll draw your cards for free whenever.
Okay.
Thanks.
- Hello.
Please sign here.
- Hello.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
- Have a good day.
- Have a good day.
As I was saying earlier, what I find amazing about Patrick's idea is that everyone can express themselves and see their work being looked at.
This idea is a real opportunity for the city of Saint Benoît.
[woman.]
Yeah, I love it.
Thank you.
The idea is to place the human and film photography center stage.
Shine a light on the dark room.
We have several points to discuss tonight.
- Can you tell us? - Yes.
So, these are the topics for tonight.
So, we can assign tasks.
Like choosing our guest photographer.
Maybe you have some ideas, Patrick.
- Yeah, there's Sylvain Bernier.
- [doorbell rings.]
- Yeah.
- I think he was - He was interested.
- [doorbell ringing.]
- You can e-mail him.
- If you know - I have someone in mind.
- Yes? We'll have to talk about - [Elvira.]
Good evening.
- Good evening.
[Elvira.]
Patrick is expecting you.
Your husband's such a darling.
- We're not married.
- Don't say that.
We'd be tempted.
[Elvira chuckles.]
This way.
- Excuse me.
- Excuse me.
I'm late.
No.
This way.
Do I have something? Not at all.
[Sandrine.]
So, we can narrow it down, then you send it to me.
I forward it to Patrick and if That way we can choose Good evening.
So, we can save time.
Knowing there's still the blog, and that's what brings traffic.
What about dinner, Virginie? I'm interested.
I'm staying with Dad.
It's fine.
Anyone want some choucroute? No, thank you.
We're good, honey.
- Thank you.
- Okay.
[Sandrine.]
Budget-wise, uh, we have several possible solutions [inaudible dialogue.]
What are you doing, Mom? - Nothing.
- You're watching the trash.
Dad's thing is super interesting.
Oh, yeah? Well, I do uninteresting stuff, but it pays the bills.
It went great.
We're launching a crowd-funding campaign.
My pictures will be shown in the town hall's lobby.
Why aren't you saying anything? You're acting strange.
What's wrong? A tumor.
What? Remember I had an appointment at the radiologist this morning? Yeah, right.
The results are bad.
Really? I Sorry, I I'm blindsided.
So am I.
Why didn't you tell me? I did.
I called you many times when I got out.
Will you do chemo? No idea.
You'll lose your hair? Maybe, I don't know.
It's complicated.
There will be many tests.
No, easy.
Easy.
I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well.
Should I open the window? Are you gonna be okay? I need to process this.
[door opens.]
[stereo clicks.]
[electronic music playing over speakers.]
TYPES OF BREAST CANCER [chattering.]
[crowd cheers.]
[crowd cheering.]
[gasps.]
[metal clanging.]
[Elvira.]
Oh, my.
Morning.
Do you want scrambled eggs? Uh, no, thanks, I'm good.
All right.
You should eat.
You need your strength.
[Virginie.]
Mom? No, let me.
Virginie says her tummy hurts, but I'll get her to school even if I have to drag her.
Take your time, I'll handle the kids.
Okay? Come on, let's go.
- [Virginie.]
I don't want to go.
- [Patrick.]
I'm not negotiating.
We're going.
Stop bothering your mom.
Let's go.
Go, go, go! [UTO's "Playhouse" playing.]
Here.
Stand up to greet them.
I am your house I watch your back at night I am your swaddling wrap Still sometimes you slip out PROTECT THOSE YOU LOVE [Patrick moans.]
I am your house I will stand I won't collapse I am made of bricks and cracks My deep foundations You're not feeling well today, babe? I am your house [moaning.]
Hold on.
It's fine, it happens to everyone.
Don't tell me it's the first time, I'll take it personally.
Hold on.
What's wrong? Want a pick-me-up? I think I I'm going to quit smoking.
Cigarettes don't No, I know, but Cancer and all that I don't know, it's scary.
[boy.]
"I lived in Frankfurt until I was 4.
Since we are Jewish, my father emigrated in Holland in 1933.
He became the managing director of the Dutch Opekta Company, which manufactures products used in making jam.
" [school bell ringing.]
You okay? My tummy ached all day.
We'll wait for your brother and his pen pal, and I'll call someone.
Okay? [in English.]
Here's my mom over there.
Oh, cool.
[in French.]
How are you? - This is Niklas.
- Hello.
Hi.
- So Mom, Niklas - Niklas, yeah.
Elvira.
Good.
Um We'll put your bag in the trunk? [Elvira.]
How was your trip, Niklas? It must be a long way from Bavaria.
- [Sam.]
He doesn't speak a word of French.
- Really? Nothing? - You are the cutest boy I've ever met.
- [Elvira.]
Sam! - [Sam.]
He doesn't understand.
- [Elvira.]
It's not funny.
[in English.]
I'm reading the Anne Frank's Diary.
Do you know it? No, no, no.
Don't start.
You'll scare him, seriously.
It's about World War II.
When German people tried to extermine all Jewish people.
And especially children.
[in English.]
Niklas, don't listen to her, she's crazy.
She's nuts.
- [in French.]
Please, stop.
- [Elvira.]
Sam, did you tell him? - [Sam.]
Mom, he just got here - It's not right.
It was the deal with the teachers.
- You must tell him the truth.
- I know.
- I'll do it.
- You share a room.
It's about intimacy.
Look, Mom, it's fine.
I'm not going to throw myself at him, okay? [Virginie.]
Mom, stop the car.
[vomits.]
[Sam.]
No! What are you doing? Fuck, it's everywhere.
Deep breath.
It's over, honey.
You can go get dressed.
I'll talk to your mom.
Do you need help? Yes? There.
Your daughter is in excellent physical condition.
But she's stressed out.
Really? Just like you.
She absorbs your anxiety.
Children are like sponges.
My anxiety? What makes you say that? Your nightstand is a full-on pharmacy.
Listen.
I won't ask who prescribed all this, but I must warn you that taking so many benzodiazepine and sedatives exposes you to memory loss.
I would also advise against taking so many nonsteroidal anti-inflammatories.
You run the risk of gastrointestinal bleeding and kidney problems.
- Brigitte, Mr.
Kramaritch is here.
- All right.
Yes.
Do you need anything else? Hello, Mr.
Kramaritch.
How's your wife? Ah.
We need to get a pillow.
[Sam in English.]
New pillow.
Okay.
[in German.]
Thank you.
How come the German guy sleeps here? Come on, Sam.
Let him settle down.
- Unbelievable.
- [in French.]
Mind your own ass.
I can't even have a boyfriend over.
He's his pen pal.
So? Can't they have sex? Shut up.
Take a shower, your hair smells like a fryer.
At least I don't have a smelly dick.
- Excuse me? My dick stinks? - You heard me.
[shouts.]
Enough! To your rooms.
Fuck.
Are you okay? [doors opening and closing.]
- Hi, Jeff.
- Hi.
How are you? I love you, Elvira.
You'll get your Jacuzzi, I promise.
- Patrick? - Hmm? - What did you tell your brother? - Nothing.
Nothing.
CONVERSATIONS BRIGITTE I MISS YOU Do you have beer? In the truck.
See, now I know what really matters.
Elvira and the kids.
See, even Sam.
After all, he can do whatever.
And Brigitte? Brigitte I don't know how to tell her.
I've wanted to end it for a while anyway.
She's too Too needy.
Hi, Patrick.
- Hi, Isa.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- Isa.
It's a friend of Elvira's.
Forget it.
She's into weird shit.
Okay, I'm in.
No, I'm serious.
She's weird.
Is she single? She just had a baby.
So? The baby might need a stepfather.
[Elvira.]
The doctor said Virginie had anxiety.
I think she identifies with this girl.
Anne Frank you have endured so much already, but I'm sorry, it's for my daughter.
There.
[Elvira sighs.]
I just froze Anne Frank.
Is it bad? Yep, but your daughter won't freak out anymore.
- Can I freeze my boss as well? He's evil.
- No.
One person at a time.
- [door opens.]
- [pop music playing over speakers.]
There's no applesauce? I want one.
Uh, no.
Sorry.
- And for Carole, you told me to - [door slams.]
bury a piece of clothing - in the backyard.
- Yeah.
- Didn't work? - No.
She still sees this weird girl, Sonia.
Now she's asking for her jacket.
Maybe we'll have to get a strand of hair from this Sonia girl.
Yeah.
Are you staying for dinner? No, I can't.
I'm picking up Léo at my mother's.
Ah.
He has a stomach flu.
Someone's into me.
You're right, I should stay.
One last question, then.
Mm.
I lied to Patrick.
A little thing.
No big deal.
But I don't know how to fix it.
Can you help me? Pick a card.
This means you have to tell him the truth.
JUDGMEN PHARMACY [Juniore's "Dans le Noir" playing.]
[inaudible dialogue.]
Virginie? You're not in bed? I'm not sleepy.
What's wrong? Tell me.
Huh? Is it about Anne Frank? I don't know.
"I don't know.
" Why is this bracelet here? It's mine.
What do you mean? I found it.
- You found it in the trash.
- On the floor.
Where? On the street outside the school.
I picked it up.
Are you sure? Telling the truth is important.
- I'm sure.
- Lying is bad.
- You really found it outside the school? - Yes! [Virginie crying.]
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
I believe you.
I believe you.
It's okay.
It's okay.
[dishes scrubbing.]
I'm fine.
Yes? The tumor in Did the radiologist call? No, but I don't have anything.
I'm just a little tired.
I'm sure it's nothing.
It's something benign.
Did I say that right? I always confuse it with Benin.
I'm convinced that everything is fine, too.
No You don't understand.
I do.
Of course.
But I'm here for you, don't worry.
I'll be there for every appointment.
I won't make the same mistakes.
- But there's no need.
- There is.
Of course there is.
I'm not letting you down.
You know, I understood a few things.
From now on, I want to know everything.
Tests, check-ups, doctors, appointments.
Everything.
This crisis is an opportunity.
An opportunity to wake up, to start over.
It's a new beginning.
This is an opportunity.
[Charles Aznavour's "Il Faut Savoir" playing.]
[doorbell rings.]
- Hello.
- Hello.
- Please sign here.
- Sure.
[techno music playing.]