All language subtitles for Les.hommes.de.ma.mere.2023 (2)

I won't be able to do it, Mom.

Of course, you will, honey.

No.

I won't be able to do it.

Thanks for taking care of me until the end.

I didn't deserve it.

Of course, you did.

I love you.

I love you so much.

I love you so much.

You'll take care of yourself?

Yes.

- I'm scared.
- I'm here.

I'm here, okay?

I'm here.

I love you so much.

Hello.

Hello.

Are you aware of what's happening today?

Yes.

We'll take our time.

Ms. Dubois?

I'm Mr. Doucet, the estate lawyer.

- Once again, my condolences.
- Thank you.

Are you expecting anyone else?

No.

She didn't want anyone to attend,
so I respected her wishes.

Your mother was a character. I mean...

Actresses are always a little...

out of the ordinary, let's say.

She was quite something, your mother.
I have fond memories of her.

Here is the cremation certificate.

As well as the unsealed urn.

So, as I told you over the phone...

Your mother asked me to meet with you here.

I'm to read a letter
that's specifically addressed to you

at the very moment
when you receive the urn.

So...

I'm going to read it,
if you don't mind.

"Dear Elsie..."
That's how it starts.

"My dear daughter. The notary will
give you a list when the time comes.

It's a list of my five ex-husbands.
I'd like you to track them down

and ask them each to choose a place
to scatter my ashes.

That's my dearest wish.

My ashes in five different places
chosen by the five men I loved,

scattered in your presence.

You must start with Robert."

So... That's the letter.

I know it's not easy.

But I've seen worse.

The list includes coordinates.

It should help you locate
the men you're looking for.

And...

there's nothing for me?

No, you're the only inheritor.

You get the house,
convertible, furniture...

Tutti quanti, as they say.
That means everything.

I get it, but...

she didn't want me
to choose a place to scatter her ashes?

No.

There's nothing written to that effect.

Sorry.

My condolences.

MY MOTHER'S MEN

Hello.

Hello.

Paul...

My mom didn't want anyone to come.

I didn't want you to go through this alone.

Could you please leave?

Out of respect for her.

Come on, Elsie.

You know I respected
your mother a great deal.

I was just hoping we could talk.

I'm worried about you and I...

- I want you to know that I'm here.
- Did you know about her plan?

What? No.

Leave.

Please, just go.
This isn't the right time.

Okay.

I'll...

You're welcome in my home, anytime.

FOR SALE
SINGLE FAMILY HOME

Robert Fontaine's voice mail is full.
Please hang up.

Cheers.

Hello, Robert?

Robert, are you...

Hello, Gaby.

Hello.

You're here?

Yes, I just got back from Paris.

Sorry, I knocked, but I let myself in.

You haven't changed.

You...

You're... I don't know.

My condolences for your mother.

Who is it, Daddy?

Hey, come here, you.

This is my daughter, Charlie.

Nice to meet you, miss. I'm Elsie.

Wanna say hello?

She's a little shy.

Really? So it kind of runs in the family?

I can't believe I'm bumping into you.

How long has it been since
we last saw each other?

I think it's been ten years.

I came to see your father.
Is he here?

My father passed away as well.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I hadn't heard.

His funeral was held in Paris
a couple of months ago.

I came here to take care of his things.

And I decided to settle down.

Oh, you're going to...

you're going to stay...

for good?

I don't know, but yeah, I guess.

Okay.

Your mother told me that
you'd be coming around.

Sorry, you spoke to my mother?

Yes, it was about some
things she'd left here.

And you didn't think to call me then?

Elsie, I didn't think you
wanted to hear from me.

Well, yes.

- You didn't talk to your mother, did you?
- No.

Daddy, there's a spider.
Come here.

I'll be right back, okay?

- Where is it?
- Right there.

That's quite a monster!

- Yeah, it's big.
- Okay, it's over.

Terminado.
There you go.

Mr. Dumas?

Mr. Dumas?

My name is Elsie.
I'm your ex-wife's daughter.

- Who?
- I'm Anne Alarie's daughter.

You were married to my mother
before I was born, almost 30 years ago.

Oh! Anne.

Anne. If you only knew
how long I've been waiting for you.

I'm not Anne, I'm her daughter.

- My name is Elsie.
- Anne, my love.

You haven't changed.
Come, let's dance.

- You're hurting me, Mr. Dumas.
- Anne.

- Could someone...
- Let the young lady go, Mr. Dumas.

- You're scaring her.
- Leave me alone. Get lost!

Anne.

Take me...

Take me with you.

Mr. Dumas is a grump.
Sometimes, he gets very confused.

- He takes a lot of pills.
- Okay.

Some days are better than others.
But the poor man...

No one ever comes to visit him.
It would do him some good.

Thanks. I'm sorry, I didn't know...

I didn't know how to react.
But thank you.

Nice to see you, Mr. Neal Faulkner.
Congratulations on your performance.

Elsie!

The girl in the ticket booth
let me in when I told her who I was.

What a great show! I wanted
to buy a ticket, but it was sold out.

It looks like you're more successful
than my mother ever was.

That's true.

Thanks.

You were so small, the last time I saw you.

I wasn't that small.

Not much.

You managed to survive
all your mother's marriages and shipwrecks.

I like it, that's a poetic way of
putting it. Marriages and shipwrecks.

Everything your mother did was poetic.

I think you're exaggerating a little. I'm
not sure everyone would agree with that.

So, tell me.
What are you doing here?

My mother wanted...

all her ex-husbands to choose
a place to scatter her ashes.

A place that means a lot to you.
With me.

I know you spent a lot of time
together here, in Stratford.

Yes, we were in a Molière play together.

Not long.
It's just a quick trip.

This is where I made...

- Oh, you still have it?
- Of course.

I think it's one of the nicest
presents I've ever gotten.

I remember your reaction.

- I dug it out of the moth balls.
- Moth balls?

Digging it out of the moth balls means...

finding something
you'd forgotten about a long time ago.

So you're digging me
out of the moth balls, too?

You could say that.

Why did you give up photography?

I know, but over the last few years,
I've quit everything.

I didn't feel like doing anything.
I dropped out of the master's program...

And then, my mom got cancer,
so of course...

Mr. Neal Faulkner,
I've got a question for you.

Why did you marry my mother?

Your mother knew how to live.

With her, everything was
more beautiful, bigger, more...

You never knew what to expect.

And how did your big proposal go?

It was snowing just a little.
It was perfect.

I had champagne and my guitar.

- Yes.
- I played Bowie's Be My Wife for her.

- She couldn't resist.
- I can see why.

- I'd like to show you something.
- Yes?

- Yes, give me a minute, okay?
- Okay.

My God, I'm sorry.

Considering the drive
you have ahead of you...

You didn't fall asleep?

I hadn't heard that in a while.

Are you ready?

- Are you going to be okay?
- Yeah.

GET IN TOUCH.
XX ELSIE

- Anne?
- No, I'm Elsie.

I'm Anne's daughter.
Do you remember? I came by last week.

You're pretty, Elsie.

Get me out of here.
I'm begging you.

This place is a hospice.

- Okay.
- Get me out of here.

My sweater.

Mr. Dumas.

Have a seat.

- I'll take care of him.
- Thanks.

- I'm sorry, I...
- It's fine.

- You'll come to see me again?
- Yeah, for sure.

- You'll come back, right?
- Mm-hmm.

You should lay off the bottle.

I can manage by myself, I think.

I find that you've been letting
quite a few people manage you, tonight.

- I wouldn't mind if you managed me, Simone.
- Give me a break, Elsie.

I took your car keys.
Walking will do you some good.

Great.

Jesus, she could have called me a taxi.

- Hello?
- Gaby, it's me.

Elsie? Are you okay?

Yeah, could you...

Could I see you, please?

What's going on?
Do you know what time it is?

Could I...
Come and talk to me, okay?

Yes, but...

Listen, wait for me downstairs.

- Elsie, what's going on?
- Tell me. Why didn't you call me?

Huh? Because...
It's been years, right?

I was wondering what you were up to
and why you never got in touch.

- This isn't the right time.
- I just want to know. Now, you're here.

Why didn't you call me?
I want to see you, okay?

I just want to see you, please.

No, Elsie, you've had too much to drink.

- No, I know it's late.
- This isn't the right time. It's late.

- Why are you avoiding me?
- We're not doing this now.

It's too late.

Okay?

We'll talk some other time.

I promise, okay?

Yeah...

You promise...

You promise me that
we'll talk about it some other time?

But not now.

- Don't be like that.
- It's fine... Don't be like what?

You don't know what I'm like.
You're not here.

You weren't here.

Let me know, all right?

Let me know when
you want to fulfill your promise.

But it won't be tonight, by
the looks of it. Because...

Jesus Christ, the door!

- Let me call you a taxi.
- No, thanks. I don't need your taxi.

What are you doing here, butterfly?

I didn't want to be home alone.

- Is your girlfriend waiting up for you tonight?
- No.

Could you walk me home, please?

Of course.

Thanks for spending time with me.

You're very beautiful.
You're a beautiful woman.

Don't try to seduce me.
You have no credibility when you're drunk.

I'm not drunk.

Would you like a little drink?
Just a bit. I won't tell anyone.

- That's my cue to leave.
- No!

- Bye.
- No, don't go.

- Don't go.
- Elsie...

- You're tired.
- I'm not tired.

Come on.

I'm sorry.

Could you just hold me, please?

Hi, it's Gaby.
Call me when you've got a minute, bye.

Hi, it's me again. I don't want to bug you,
but I wanted to know if you were okay.

That's it. Call me when you can. Bye.

It's me again.
I don't want to bother you, but...

I'm a little worried. If you could call me
back, that would be great. That's it, bye.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I wanted to check on you.

- You haven't been taking my calls.
- Yes, come in.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I... Yeah.

- Would you like a coffee, or something?
- No, thanks.

I...

Sorry about the other night.
I...

I don't know why I thought it would be
a good idea to come by so late.

- Did I wake your daughter?
- No, she's a sound sleeper.

Okay.

You're not doing too well, huh?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Is there anything I can do?

Yes. Now that you mention it,

you could stop avoiding me, Gaby.
That would be nice.

Look who's talking.
Who wouldn't answer my calls?

I'm just brushing my
teeth because it's early.

It's not that early.
I think it's past noon.

So, when you saw Anne...

I didn't see her, actually. She didn't
want me to see her while she was sick.

- I respected her wishes.
- So she knew about Robert?

Yes.

She knew that I'd run into you
if I went to Robert's.

- She must have.
- Did she tell you about her plan?

No, what plan?

- I've got something of yours.
- Of mine?

Mm-hmm.
While I was cleaning house, I found...

this in a box.

I was eager to give it to you.

- Do you want it?
- No, you can keep it.

You don't want it?

Well, I'll be on my way.

Should I call you sometime?

Yeah.

I hope you answer.

- Are you sure you don't want your harmonica?
- No, it's fine.

BARTENDER WANTED!

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Could I talk to Yves?
- Would you like something to drink?

- Yes. I'll have some sparkling water, please.
- All right.

The thing is, Yves is busy.

It's important.

Well, he's busy.

It's about the bartending job.

Well, we're looking for
a barman, not a barmaid.

And you... Do you have any experience?

Yeah, it's what I do for a living.

Okay.

- Yves?
- What is it?

Some fancy chick is looking for work,
but she's boring as shit, so forget it.

Well, I'll be damned.

Let's head to the lounge.

Bring us some wine, Michou.

- Please?
- Yeah.

I can't believe it.

Elwhistler.

I can't believe you recognized me.

I must have been 12,
the last time we saw each other.

Hey, she's Anne's daughter.

How could I forget a
cute little face like yours?

Okay, she's the starlet's daughter.

I see.

I don't watch theatre, I just watch TV.
With our crazy schedule...

You'll see, it's damn good.

Jesus Christ!

Should I come back some other time?

No, no, no.
She'll calm down.

She's a strong character.

Wasn't that bag empty?
I thought it was empty.

You're right.
I think we'll head to my place nearby.

- You still have it.
- Of course, what do you expect?

I have trouble getting rid of my toys.
There are too many memories in there.

It hasn't changed at all.

- You still have two beds?
- Yes, my son's at his mom's every other week.

Michou's not his mother, by the way.

That's good to hear.

You've brought back
a flood of memories, my little Elwhistler.

Cheers.

Tell me about yourself.

What have you been up to?
What are you doing around here?

I've got something
important to talk to you about.

You've got her voice.

You talk just like her.

What's so important?

My mother wanted...

you to choose a meaningful place
to scatter her ashes.

Are you serious?

You've got to be kidding me.

It's up to you. Pick a spot.
And I'll be there.

Anyway, if you want,
I'll be there with you.

I'm touched that she
thought of me before dying.

I never... I never understood
why your mother married me.

You know, me either.

Because Anne...

Great.

I'm going to put some music on.

And if it's possible, I'd like to...

- I'd like to take some pictures of you.
- Of me?

- Yeah.
- Give me a break.

How about the spot
where you proposed to her?

She proposed to me.
At the Magic, if you can believe it.

- No!
- Yeah, she went up on stage.

She had me come to the dancefloor
and asked me in front of everyone.

That's perfect.

The Magic is a great spot.

- Are you due for a refill?
- Sure. Are we getting sloshed?

I think so.

Poor little Elwhistler.

You loved your mother so much.

- Do you know why I called you that?
- I whistled all the time.

Why did you do that?

- You taught me how to whistle.
- That's right.

Show me if you still know how to whistle.

Yeah, okay.

You're a little rusty.

- I thought it was excellent.
- Yeah.

- What's excellent is your wine.
- That's right.

It's fucking magical, Yves.

- It's so good.
- You're staying here tonight.

- You can sleep in my boy's bed.
- In his bed?

- Yeah, let's go.
- Your son's bed, of course.

- I couldn't let her drive in that state.
- In what state?

Why didn't you think of that?

What did you give her to drink?
I'm sure she can handle it.

- Stop yelling.
- Fine, I'll stop.

- Jesus Christ!
- Let me tell you something. Look at me.

I'm not sleeping here if she's there.

- What are you going to do?
- I'll get a ride from Pete.

- Just watch me.
- Go ahead.

- I'm leaving, you son of a bitch. Good night!
- Jesus.

- Michou...
- There's no getting through to you.

What? Well, you don't know
how to listen, for Christ's sake!

Whatever, eat shit!

Michou...

Are you a little hungover?

No, not at all.
What are you talking about?

- Just great.
- How about some coffee?

Yes, please.

It was quite a magical night. Thanks.

#1 DAD

- What's he up to?
- Who?

Your father.

After he married his secretary?

He...

He lives in a mansion...

With his wife and his
two beautiful daughters.

He's happy and he has horses.

Is he still a veterinarian?

What do you expect?
He's closer...

He's closer to animals than he is to...
Anyway, you see what I mean.

It's been seven years.

Since I cut him out of my life.

I'm guessing you won't
be taking pictures of him.

About the ashes...

I'll think of something special
and I'll call you.

Sounds good, let's do that.

Until then...

Can I keep them?

Well, sure.

You can keep the t-shirt, too.

- Are you serious?
- You bet. It's a gift.

- I can keep it?
- Of course.

- I like it so much.
- Would you like a cap?

- You've got caps?
- Sure, how many do you want?

- Are they all the same colour?
- Yeah.

One will be fine.

- Sorry about the other night.
- Alcohol will do that to you.

Someone came by to see you, yesterday.

Elsie?

- Are you okay?
- Yes, sorry, I fell asleep.

- It's fine, come in.
- No, I'm leaving soon.

I just...

There's something I need to tell you.

I'm listening.

You'll have to choose a place
to scatter Anne's ashes.

Me?

Yes, those were her last wishes.

Are you going to say something?

I'm kind of surprised.

That's just like your mother.

- She's controlling you beyond the grave.
- She doesn't control me.

I shouldn't have come.

- Don't be silly, come on.
- No, I'll leave you with your people.

- I've got a surprise for you.
- Oh?

This was my mother's.

When you put these on,
it's like you're there.

It's just you and the opera.

Let me take this.

- Aren't you going to answer?
- No, it wasn't important.

Judging by your reaction,
I would've guessed differently.

It's...

He's a friend I haven't seen in ages,
so it's a little complicated.

Friendship is never complicated.
It just gets that way when love's involved.

- Will you try them on?
- Sure.

Hi, Elsie. It looks like we're having
a hard time getting together.

It's a little unnerving, but anyway...

I just wanted you to know
that I'd like to see you again.

The ball is in your court. Bye.

You don't waste your time, do you?

No, but... Maybe I should've called first.

- Is it a bad time?
- No, it's just that...

I didn't think you'd show up right now.
I have a date.

- Anyway, the babysitter's late.
- Okay.

- We can get together some other time.
- No, but...

Would you like to wait
for the babysitter with me?

- Sure.
- Okay.

Sorry...

Charlie, do you remember Elsie?

- Hello.
- Yes, you said she was like your sister.

Uh, that was a while ago.

Sorry, this will just take a second. Hello?

Yeah.

- Wow, that's a really nice drawing.
- Oh, thanks.

Do you mind if I draw with you?

- Sure, my crayons are next to you.
- Thank you.

So, do you like living here, Charlie?

I liked Paris, but here,
the words are funnier.

- The words are funnier?
- Yeah!

Okay, such as?

- Mosquito.
- That's a great example.

- Also, flip-flops.
- That's a good one.

- Critters.
- And knickers?

- Knickers!
- Hello.

- Oh, hi, Nana.
- Hello.

- I'm sorry I'm late.
- It's fine.

- Elsie, Nana. Nana, Elsie.
- Hello.

Gaby's told me a lot about you.

What about you, little one?
You aren't wearing your pajamas?

- No.
- Go on, pitter-patter.

- Pitter-patter.
- That's funny.

- I'll show you my room.
- Okay.

We don't have time, Charlie.
Elsie and I have to go.

- No!
- No, I'd like to see your room.

Pitter-patter, Dad.

- Pitter-patter, Dad.
- Have fun.

- Have a nice evening, thank you.
- You too.

Are you really my dad's sister?

Yes and no.
The thing is, my mom...

was married to his dad.
Your grandfather.

- Oh.
- Mm-hmm.

So... You're kind of like my auntie.

Yeah, kind of.

That's cool.

I have to go, but let's get together
again soon, okay?

Yeah, I might be gone, though.

- Where to?
- To Paris.

- How come?
- My mother's coming to get me.

- We're going to leave together.
- Okay.

- Do you know for how long?
- No, not yet.

- Do you miss your mom?
- Yeah, a lot.

I get it.

- Can I give you a hug before I go?
- Yes.

Yes, I'm wearing my
beautiful dress for the ball.

And here is my garter.

Are you getting married?

Sorry.

No! No...

Do you... Would you like a glass of wine?

No, I don't drink anymore.

My daughter really liked you.

She's really cool.
She's a really cool girl.

Did you have fun on your date?

- I didn't go.
- You didn't?

No, I decided to go
to all the flower shops in town.

I drove around the city
and found one that was open.

- So that's it.
- That's it?

Do you often go on dates?

No, sometimes.
Like anyone.

Are you seeing someone?

No, no.

Nothing serious.

You're even better-looking than before.
You know that, right?

Knock it off. Look who's talking.
You're so beautiful, Elsie.

When I saw you at my dad's,
I was floored.

You shouldn't have left.

It's no big deal that we were together
even if you were my half-brother.

I'm not your half, or
quarter or eighth-brother.

Okay.

What are you?

I'm...

Nana's going to be angry with me.

She'll think you had a nice date.

Well, it was my best one yet.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Fuck.

My beautiful boss whom I love...

My God, what's going on?

Would you be okay with us hosting
a photo exhibit here during the day?

What for?
Whose photos?

I've taken up photography again.

Oh, you'll always surprise me, butterfly.

- I'll think about it.
- Our daytime clients would like it.

I'll take care of everything.

I thought October 28
would be a nice date for an opening.

- Okay, an opening, too?
- Mm-hmm.

- You're really serious?
- Yep.

- We can figure something out.
- Oh, thank you, thank you!

You won't have to do anything,
I'll take care of every last detail.

- Try to look confident.
- Confident?

Yeah, lean up against the pool table.
Look confident.

Yeah, I'm fucking confident.
The things I do for you...

- Is the bottle in the frame?
- Yeah, yeah.

You see Magic?
You wanna drink? Magic.

- Is this okay?
- Relax.

I'm relaxed.

I always thought you didn't want kids.

- Did your mother tell you that?
- Uh-huh.

Well, it's true.

At first, I didn't want kids.

That's what I told your mother.

But I changed my mind because of you.

When your mother and I were together...

She got pregnant, but she didn't tell me.

She made an appointment at a clinic.

She didn't want any other kids.

Her career was stagnating.
I couldn't get her to change her mind.

She had her reasons.

I couldn't let it go.

After getting to know you,
I wanted to have kids.

I wanted to be a father, you see?

It's all I could think about.

And it was your mother...

She told me that I
should go through with it.

She said that it was the most
beautiful thing that could happen to me.

So she and I, well...

If I'd never known you, Elwhistler,
I wouldn't have had my son.

There's something I'd like to ask you.

- Uh-huh?
- I'd like to keep her ashes with me here.

Sure.

Of course.

And uh...

Would you like to come to my exhibit?

What kind of exhibit?

Well, a photo exhibit.

With pictures of me?

Uh-huh, well, if you want.
If you don't mind.

Of course, I'd love to see
those beautiful pictures.

Of course!
My God. I could bring my son.

Yes, I'd love it if you brought him.

I'm going to be in a photo exhibit?

Everyone's going to look at you.
Everyone's going to see you.

Right.

What was my mother like
when you were married?

She was young, right?

She must have been dreaming
of becoming an actress.

Like I'm dreaming of
becoming a photographer.

Hopeless dreams, they run in the family!

I feel better when I talk to you.
I wouldn't have thought so, at first.

You're a little lost and grumpy,

but still, you're endearing.

I'm going to tell you something.

I feel like it will help
me if I tell someone.

But...

I'm going to stop drinking.

Because... I can't go on like this.

I have to focus on myself,
my life, school, my...

My exhibit.

I hope you'll invite me.

Weren't you asleep?

Yes, I was asleep.

- Where is that?
- That?

That's where you'll find
the most beautiful sunsets in the world.

We've been there together.

With my mother?

HELP YOURSELF
OPEN BAR

- It's a message from someone named Gaby.
- Okay.

- He wrote, "Still on for Saturday?"
- Uh-huh.

"Do you still like butter chicken?"

And, "Is 7:00 okay with you?"

- Is he your suitor?
- Yeah.

- Could you answer for me?
- Sure.

- What are you writing, sir, a novel?
- No need to be so formal, Sissi.

- What did you write?
- I wrote...

"I hereby inform you that I'm delighted
to accept your courteous invitation."

- Honestly!
- Is that okay?

- Yes, it's excellent. Send it.
- Okay.

I loved Anne at first sight.

- She was walking her dog.
- No, she was allergic to dogs.

- No, no, not before she was pregnant.
- Really?

No.

Her dog sat down right in front of me.

Just like that.

He didn't want to move.

Anne found it funny. So did I.

I fell head over heels for her.

Her voice... her eyes.

Her laugh.

You only ever fall in love
like that once in your life.

When we got married, she was
pregnant with the veterinarian's baby.

I found out after she gave birth.
I recognized him on the spot.

- Who?
- The veterinarian.

The baby looked exactly like him.

Same chin, same face.

Me?

That's when you and
Paul got together for good.

My mother was with Paul, you mean?

Yes, your mother.

Well... I didn't know that.

Pretty Anne broke some hearts, didn't she?

It wasn't her fault.
You know, love conquers all.

- Are you going to tell me where you're taking me?
- Nope.

- No?
- No.

Isn't that a beautiful sunset?

Yes, it's beautiful.

- It does the trick.
- Totally! It was great.

It's my pleasure.

What is it?

Well, do you...

do you think we could stop...

beating around the bush and just...

go ahead and tell each other
what we'd wanted to say?

Yeah.

Okay, um...

What I'm about to say isn't easy, but...

I'm telling you this because
I'd like us to get off to a good start.

I care about you.

A lot.

I'm... in love with you, Elsie.

I love everything about you.

I even like your flaws.

I'm not sure what you're referring to.
I don't have any. But okay, go on.

Can you just...

swear to me that I won't lose you
after what I'm about to tell you?

I don't want to lose you again.

Okay.

Your mother wanted to tell you, too.
That's why we spoke on the phone.

That's also why I was so distant.

And why it was so awkward between us.

It's that...

You always thought that I went to Paris
because my father didn't want us to be lovers.

- Uh-huh.
- But...

That's not it.

I don't know if you remember,

but your mom asked me to teach her
how to play harmonica for one of her roles.

Mm-hmm.

Well, that night...

we'd been drinking.

Your mother was having a great time.
We were both drunk.

We were playing the harmonica.

And you know what your mother was like.

She was intense.

And so...

What happened?

We kissed.

My dad walked in and...

I went to Paris.

Could you say something, please?

Anything.

Tell me that you hate me, that you're
pissed off, that this sucks, anything.

I hate you.

I'm pissed off.

And this sucks.

- What are you doing?
- I'm leaving.

You're leaving?

Yeah.

Please! You don't know how
scared I was to tell you that.

I told you because I love
you and I believe in us.

I want it to work out between us.
It was hard for me to say.

Could you sit down, please?
Can we just...

talk it over. Can we do that?
Instead of running away?

You want me to talk to you?

Me too, Gaby.

I was in love with you.

And you shouldn't have told me that.

Please, Elsie.

Okay, I'm going to need some shots.

- Give me some shooters, please.
- No, no, no.

- Yes.
- You'll have to drink somewhere else, Elsie.

I did. I want to drink here.

Calm down. Go home.
You've got an exhibit to prepare.

- There won't be an exhibit.
- You're giving up again?

- I'm not surprised.
- Fuck you, Simone.

Yeah, fuck you.

- Don't talk to me like that.
- Let me tell you something.

I'm sick of your attitude.
You tell everyone off.

You talk down to everyone
because you were able to quit drinking.

That's great, you've got a whole bar
and a girlfriend you see every other week.

- So please...
- Let me help you.

You won't see my bar again.
Get out of here, you're fired.

Great!

Good night!

No, no!

- What are you doing here?
- What are you doing here?

I'm sunbathing.

- I think we should talk, Elsie.
- This isn't a good time for me.

I know, it's never a good time.

First, I'd like to apologize for what
I said about your mother the other day.

I'm really sorry.

You regret everything you say and do, so...

The only thing I regret
is that we cut all ties between us.

Cut all ties, Paul?

What ties?
There were never any ties.

Why do you always do this?

I didn't know that
I was conceived through adultery.

Adultery?
Give me a break, Elsie.

Your mother wasn't happy with him.

He was too old for her.

- He didn't understand her work as an actor.
- You're one to talk!

J-A is a good man.

You really hurt him.
He didn't deserve it.

No one deserves that.

I know you don't want to talk about it,
but about the ashes...

I thought you could
bring them to the cottage.

Your mother loved it.
So did you.

I'm sure your wife and daughters would be
thrilled to know that Anne is in the lake.

Think it over.

Not a day goes by
that I don't think of you.

There are...

There are so many times...

when I wished you were there.

And this whole thing...

tracking down my old stepdads and...

It's made one thing clear, and that's...

the fact that you weren't there.

They're the ones...

who are my real fathers.

Because they're the ones...

who were there when
it mattered most to me.

You made a choice.

You chose...

your other family and you deserted us.

Okay.

If you change your mind about the cottage,
the key's still in the same spot.

It's hard to forgive, but...

it's the most beautiful thing.

No one is perfect, Sissi.

Remember that.

Fuck.

Fuck! Shit, that was so dumb of me.

Hello, this is a message for Paul.

I'm at the place...

where I was going to do that thing.

And I've got a problem.
I've dropped my car keys in the lake.

So I might have to stay and go inside.

I know I'm not supposed to,
but I'm calling to let you know.

Don't worry, I'll call someone else.
Okay? Bye.

- I can't find them.
- Okay.

I'm going back in.

You're such a moron.

Thanks.

It's my pleasure.

Did you miss me?

No. Just so you know,
I'm still very angry.

Is that why you called me to help you?

You're the third person I called.

- The third?
- Yep.

Third is fine with me.

We'll have to wait for the storm to end.

- Yeah, I've got plenty of time.
- Is that so?

- Don't you have to look after Charlie?
- No, she's sleeping at a friend's house.

It scared the shit out of me.

It hurt so much.
It hurt so much, Gaby.

I never want to hurt like that again.

- What happened with your mother...
- That's not what I was talking about.

I quit drinking after that night.

I felt so gross afterward.

Yeah, when I drink,
things get ugly sometimes, too.

Do you think we can start fresh?

I don't know if we can.

When you left, I...

I felt empty inside.
You made me feel empty.

I told myself that I'd never
love anyone else. You know?

What about now?

You never got in touch with me.

When I was in Paris,
I wrote to you every month.

My dad intercepted all my letters.

I found them in one of his drawers.

They're yours.

Can I read them?

Of course.

Did you sleep well?

- You found your car keys?
- Yeah.

My friend came to help me find my keys.
There was a storm, so we slept here.

You don't owe me an explanation.

I'm glad you're here.

I hope you found everything you needed.

This is where you taught me to swim.

And tell time, too.

I'm sorry.

For what I said the other day.

You were there.

When it was important, you were there.

You're right.

I fell short.

There are a lot of things...

that I should have done.

And not have done.

I wasn't a good father.

A good father doesn't let
his daughter become estranged.

Never.

I know it's late.

I'd like to make it up to you, Elsie.

You're my daughter.

And I love you.

That will never change.

- The ashes, have you...?
- Not yet, no.

You know, if she'd asked me...

This is the place I would have chosen.

I think it's my favourite place.

I'll leave you two for now.

Are you going to work?

- I'm not leaving ever again.
- Oh.

- I'm not leaving.
- No?

Are you ready?

DAD

Excuse me, everyone.

I think Elsie would like to say something
before we let people in.

I'm terrible at giving speeches, um...

Okay...

Yes, I wanted to speak to you
before everyone else gets here.

Of course, I'd like to
dedicate this to my mother.

My caring and unpredictable mother.

I've come to understand her last wishes.

I know that she did all this just for me.

It was the most beautiful gift
she could have given me.

Thanks for getting me to reconnect
with the men in your life, Mom.

I'll start with Neal,

without whom none of this would have been
possible because he gave me my first camera.

And it's thanks to him that I felt like
taking up photography again.

Yves.

My dearest Yves.

J-A, who's become my confidant.

Robert, whose presence is felt
thanks to Gaby and Charlie.

And... Dad.

My father, whom I love dearly.

Thank you.
Thanks for being here.

Thanks for letting me take pictures of you.

You were my mother's men,
but you're also mine.

You've always been there, but now...

I know that I've got a
real extended family.

I also wanted to say...

That thanks to you and my dear Simone...

I've managed to update my portfolio and...

they've let me back in
the master's in visual arts program.

That's it!

I'd like to take one last
picture with all of you.

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