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Melancholy music

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-Excuse me, sir. Excuse me.

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I'm so sorry.

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Excuse me. Thank you for your time.

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-WE'VE WON, WE'VE WON.

-Excuse me?

Excuse me?

From Hortense.

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*-Oh shit. Are you sure he's dead?

-Ah well, yes, he's completely deceased.

Sorry, Hortense.

*-In the meantime, it's been 4 days since my neighbor came over.

-Why?

*-She's run off to the country, like everybody else.

-Do I at least plant tour?

*-Sorry, you came for nothing.

-And how are you? No additional symptoms?

*-No, it's like the flu. I only take paracetamol.

The aches and pains keep me awake.

I have to take my meals separately, I don't leave my room.

We all wash our hands 15 times a day.

But my brother's place is big.

For once you're in Paris, it sucks to be stuck here.

Wait, I'll leave you to it, what's-his-name is talking.

*-We are a joyful people, happy to live together,

maybe even a little more

when fear takes over.

Thursday evening, Friday and again this morning,

I went out, and everyone experience.

We've seen too many people

in cafés and restaurants.

because this is the France we love,

but only for a few weeks,

it's not what we have to do.

In liaison with the President,

so I decided

until further notice

closing, from midnight tonight,

places open to the public that are not essential to the life of the country.

Booing

These include restaurants,

cafés, cinemas, nightclubs.

Places of worship remain open.

A door opens.

-How are you?

-Your father has a cough, he thinks he has a fever.

-Crap.

It's all in his head.

-Wait!

-Did you take her temperature?

-Uh, no.

-Buy a thermometer.

Is it really bad?

-Yes, he coughs, he shivers.

I'm reluctant to let you in, it might not be safe.

-Well, I don't know...

-But if you want, we can go out for dinner.

-No, stay with him. But where where is he hiding? Where's Daddy?

-Yes, don't stay there, it's dangerous.

-But anything.

-I can't even kiss you.

It's silly, I made chicken.

-But I'm not leaving at the second. This is absurd.

-Are there still trains at this hour?

-Hortense, rebonsoir.

I'm bored, my father is sick

and my mother doesn't want me to sleep over.

I'm on my way to your place, it's the only place to sleep.

Call me back at if you have any problems.

Love to you. And take care of yourself.

Soft music

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I'm here to pick up my camera.

I'm Sam.

-Hortense didn't tell me. Well, maybe.

Oh yes, sorry. She told me.

-Do you clean your phone?

It's a germ nest. All you have to do is shower again.

-Where is it?

-In the cabinet beside the bed,

or across the room, under a... thingy.

-Take the time to dry off, I can wait.

Or come back in 10 minutes.

-I won't be there, I have a train.

-All right. I won't come in. I won't come in, don't worry.

I'm not particularly freaked out, but I might have it.

Got it.

-Yes, too good, it's him.

Take care of yourself, do the right thing.

We squeeze our butts and then cheer up.

Vibrator

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Vers, gender, 3pm.

You guessed it, it's all hands on deck.

-I'll be on the train. I'm not staying in Paris.

*-My schedule changes every 5 minutes.

Shall we say today, 3pm?

She takes off her shoes.

First of all, I'd like to enter your office.

*-We work a lot. We don't after those who do personal work.

And above all, the key, is to be yourself.

Do you have light eyes?

-I beg your pardon?

Blue. Why do you ask?

*-Because I can't see very well. Sorry.

There's nothing more to say. Men don't know how to behave.

They feel guilty at every turn.

Many women sympathize. And finally,

than you might think.

And you,

what do you think?

-I'm more wary of excesses than speeches.

And every speech has its excesses.

*-Yes.

You have authority,

*-You have a beautiful voice.

-Thank you.

*-I'm not kidding, it counts.

Muffled scream

Sigh

*Radio

*-1200 cases, 21 more deaths in 24 hours.

From now on, you'll have to confine yourself to your home.

But many Parisians have packed their bags

to spend this crisis in their country home.

*-My opinion is divided.

I understand this reflex and fear.

I understand the need to fill her cupboards.

I understand thinking "The neighbor does it..."

-How's he doing?

*-He slept badly but he coughs more.

-That's reassuring.

*-I bought a thermometer. It's still 37.4.

-37.4 is not a fever.

There isn't one to catch up with the other.

*-So.., you want to come for dinner?

-No, I'm sorry, I can't.

I have to be in Montpellier tonight. Otherwise, I'll be stuck.

*-You be careful. Are you going to put on a mask?

-It's no use. Don't worry.

*-So you didn't go to vote?

-Pfff! Let's not talk about this masquerade.

*-But how are you?

-Yes, I'm fine. Why?

*-You seem to be in a hurry.

-Yes, I have a train.

*-You have your enigmatic voice,

as if you had an ulterior motive.

Why would he have called me?

*-Can I say something? Don't be too hard on him.

I think he's right to consider adoption.

OK, there's global warming,

you have a lot of work to do, but at 29,

I find it sad...

-None of your business. I've got to run.

Tone

Intriguing music

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we could have had close to 100,000 people

to be admitted to intensive care, hospital.

In France, there are currently 5,000 beds

to treat patients with these symptoms.

Even with double the capacity,

we would have treated 10% of people requiring resuscitation.

In other words, it could lead to 90,000 deaths

in the coming weeks.

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-Mademoiselle.

Get in line.

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(-Putain.)

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Use single-use tissues and dispose of them.

Say hello without shaking hands.

-Are you surviving?

I'm sorry, don't be afraid.

-I'm not afraid.

-Here.

Would you like some?

-Did you find any?

-No, this is my last bottle.

-Yes.

Say, I was thinking...

It's weird to choose when you're going out for 5 minutes.

I'm not talking about coquetry,

but the gaze of others, which wasn't so important,

but here, which is really less so...

As if the goal were just to feel good about ourselves.

I could stop cutting my nails for a month,

without realizing it.

There's a little sloppiness hanging over our heads.

-It depends on whether you live alone or not.

Anyway.

-Didn't you have a train?

-Yes, but no.

-And you live at Hortense's.

-I live in Montpellier.

How's Hortense?

-She's a mess, it's not over.

*The announcement continues.

But what's going on?

Will it end in ration coupons?

-If that's the case, I've already chosen my side.

Dragging a man like that in the mud...

-Are you one of those?

At least leave us that.

-If that doesn't make you happy...

You have to clean your groceries.

Packaging.

The virus remains 24 hours on cardboard.

Some researchers say 3 days, others 8 days.

Otherwise, it's fine. I really never think about it.

-Yeah.

*-Hello, Véra, it's Master Olivet.

Unfortunately, we won't be work together.

and it is rare to meet a young woman

with as much spirit and...

Good luck to you, and enjoy.

-Hello, dear neighbor. How are you?

-Parts are about to start to be released,

and we're going to readjust legal strategy.

But we still don't have any documents concerning your dismissal.

Soft music

You have rights.

*-It's the lawyer.

Sorry, he's my husband,

he's restless by nature and the context doesn't help.

Velma chuckles.

I say you're restless. May I?

Children far away

I'm so sorry.

He makes faces at me, and then he calls me a kid.

It's not possible.

-And... Have you been separated for a long time?

*-Depends on your definition. 13 years old.

So yes, a long time.

-You have 2 children. Do you get along well?

*-No, with my son, it's not always easy.

But we don't see each other much, he lives in Belfort.

On the other hand, with my daughter, we get on brilliantly.

She's great.

The problem is her husband. I can't frame her.

He's unbearable.

His presence, his voice.

I'm looking, I can't find any quality.

-Your letter of dismissal dated February 4.

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-I'm sorry, I wanted to ask you your number, but I didn't dare.

It might be nice to continue the conversation.

Especially since that's all we have to do, on the phone.

We could keep talking,

get to know each other over the phone.

Whether you're here or in Montpellier, it's all the same.

But you could have asked Hortense.

Were you embarrassed?

-She spends her days in bed,

it's not right to piss her off with that.

-Now we're seeing each other, right?

-Yes.

After all, it can be a concept too, that's true.

Piano in the distance

Not bad!

Where do I stand?

Respect sanitary distances.

I'm offering you half of me.

2 times less likely of infecting you.

So, wait, I propose...

I expose only my left nostril.

-Alternatively, you can go downstairs for a 5-minute stroll.

I don't know, staying one meter away from the other

and avoiding spitting at each other?

Melancholy music

He was working on a theater extension.

-Ah, very chic.

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And how long has it been since you've seen each other?

-Yeah, a long time. Well, not long, 2 weeks,

but he often works there, We haven't seen each other much in a year.

Well, not enough.

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-You live together? Yeah?

-And what do you do? Do you work from home?

What were you doing? What are you doing?

-I'm working here, so if you want...

It's 7 days a week, so if you close even for a week,

-But not for life. But not for life.

I want to open my own restaurant.

Well, even... Hmmm, no.

-What?

-I haven't signed yet, I'd rather not talk about it.

-I'm going to get a place with a buddy.

Financially, it's hot.

But if we play our cards right, I think we're going to rock.

-Too good.

Are you on short-time?

-I don't know.

Not yet, but...

-What do you mean you don't know?

-Shouldn't be long now.

The truth,

is that there have been small conflicts

with a big jerk who happens to be my boss's partner.

He's an idiot, but he's an idiot.

Anyway.

I was arrested by my doctor.

-Were you feeling fragile?

-Yes, well...

Nothing to worry about.

A little stress, a little fatigue.

In the kitchen, you don't have time to see it coming.

-You must be a little sanguine, too.

-A little.

I was supposed to start early April, but now...

You've washed your hands 4 billion times?

What the hell is this?

We don't know. Let me see.

-No, you mustn't do that.

because it's completely stupid.

It's not safe.

-Do you have more hygiene or morals?

Huh?

-Here, look. I've got some gel on me.

I'll take your hand a little, and give you some gel.

It's a rolling business, isn't it?

It misses not touching.

I'm not talking about ambiguity, but just...

to do this.

-It's...

-But what?

-Come on, that's enough.

-Yes. Here.

A promise...

I'm so sorry.

I didn't put any on you, are you okay?

*-You are on Hortense Beloeil's of Hortense Beloeil.

Please leave a message, I'll call you back.

*Tone

All government action

must now turn its attention the fight against the epidemic.

Day and night,

nothing should distract us from this.

That's why I've decided that all current reforms

would be suspended,

starting with pensions.

Wednesday, in the Council of Ministers,

a bill will be presented to respond to the emergency

and when necessary, legislate by ordinance

in crisis management crisis management.

She switches off.

*-I've had enough.

but don't be discouraged.

that's what fosters impunity.

-But let me do it, calm down.

*-I'm always getting yelled at all the time!

At home, in the building, at work!

At the supermarket, supposedly I talk too close!

I'm not sick, or I wouldn't be doing this.

What kind of life this life of cowards?

you won't go to court like that.

*-The court, in a very long time!

I have time to calm down 50 times.

And piss me off again, and calm me down.

-Once and for all, calm down.

(-Hello?)

I can't talk to you, Mehdi.

*-You're never reachable

and you don't call back. What's up? What's up?

*-When can I call you back?

-I haven't told you everything. I'm at Hortense's right now.

-Not being together, we've already experienced enough.

*-But here, I don't suffer, I decide.

-Hortense was probably contaminated in Paris.

It's stupid to stay at home.

-I cleaned it up and it's been 10 days since it left.

I'll call you back.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me. Shit! Shit! Shit!

Cry

Groan

Excuse me, sir. All right, then. We'll resume calmly.

I need

to familiarize myself with the facts.

The employer questions your attitude.

Cry

I'll call you back.

Heavy breathing

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Oh, fuck!

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Doorbell

Anybody home?

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Anybody home?

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...

Come on, damn it!

Sam!

Sam!

Sam!

His whore mother.

...

Cry

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*-You are on Hortense Beloeil's of Hortense Beloeil.

Please leave a message, I'll call you back.

-It's Vera. It would take a long time to explain

but I need Sam's number, your friend who... Fuck!

Sam!

Quick steps

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-Damn.

-Now is not the time. Am I very open?

Can you take a look?

-I'm doing my best, but I can't see anything.

I can't go to the emergency room.

-Frankly, they're quiet these days.

-Yeah, sorry. Is that all you've got?

Put the towel back. Don't move, leave the door open.

-OK. I'll be right there, I got it, don't worry.

I'm so sorry.

Sorry, sorry.

My mother fell, it's everywhere.

I'll just... Sorry, thank you.

So wait.

-I'm so sorry. I'll get it.

I've seen that the virus stays hours in the hair, so...

Tomorrow, I'll do the head and eyebrows.

-Wait, are you serious?

-I'm not a doctor, it takes what it takes.

The pharmacist explained.

You're lucky, you might have needed a point.

Just in case, I took some thread and a needle

but I don't think I'll be using it. Neither does the soldering iron.

Too bad, scientific innovations are all the rage.

Impeccable.

It holds perfectly.

Hmmm.

Not bad. Want to see yourself?

-No, thank you.

-Thanks a lot, Sam.

Fuck, I'm disgusting.

Would you like me a cup of herbal tea?

-What's wrong with your head? How about a backward roll?

No, you sit, you rest.

-You're wrong. It's great for bronchial tubes.

-You do know we're not sick?

-What do you know?

-Did we screw up?

-No. I don't know. No.

-I'll make you some herbal tea. May I?

Oh!

-By the way...

Did you sleep with her?

-I'll get that. And, uh...

Yes, well, quickly done.

-Quickly done?

He stammers and sighs.

-That was a long time ago.

It was a little weird, she was a friend of my parents.

It was my first time.

I had a bit of catching up to do to catch up on, anyway.

And now we're friends.

-We've never met.

I've lived in Montpellier for 7 years, but I know Hortense from college.

-You think she was hiding you? So there wouldn't be any shadows?

-Oh no, that's not the type.

He pours the water.

We also slept together.

-But no.

-It was just one night, we were very drunk.

It wasn't drunkenness that triggered it,

we rather needed to drink to drink to cope with the craving.

Afterwards, she felt terrible, she wondered

of age, of control, because she was my old teacher.

-I'm a little warm. May I open the window?

(It's fucking hot in here.)

Oh!

This is heaven. And I.., I'm on the courtyard, it's very small.

-Thank you.

-What do you do all day, otherwise?

-Not much.

I thought I'd read more, but I'm not getting anywhere.

Yes, I can live with myself.

It doesn't work so badly, in fact.

Since everyone is locked up, you don't miss anything, nothing happens.

What about you?

-I don't sleep well. But...

-Do you work a lot?

-Yes, I do. Do you do photography?

-Why? Because of the camera? Because of the camera?

I like to keep it with me at all times on me, just in case.

Hortense is the strongest. These are her photos.

-Yeah, I know. I love it.

-You see, bottom right...

The fuzzy stuff there...

This...

-Yes, I swear it's true.

Good.

Do you need anything?

Besides...

Here, for the compresses and everything else. Thank you for this.

-Are you kidding me? You can buy me a when this is all over.

-Thanks again, really.

-You're welcome. I feel like I've always known you like this.

-Frankly, bravo. I'll be back.

Are you sure you're going to be okay?

-Yes, I'm sure.

Ah, here's your laundry.

-My laundry? Thank you.

The virus stays less on the tissue.

But scientists say anything and everything.

The tests are reliable, but the criteria are a bit dodgy,

well, it's not really "messed up",

but a little complicated to apply to our daily lives.

The virus load projected by patients is difficult to...

...

Vera groaned.

She's breathing hard.

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He groans.

She moans.

(-Ah, fuck.)

That's too bad, I'm on my way back from the pharmacy.

She moans.

Stop, stop.

He goes out.

What a fucking world we live in!

Cry of joy

I'm very sorry.

No, but I'll...

They moan.

Wait, wait, wait. Stop, stop, stop.

He inhales deeply.

-You have too much effect on me, don't move.

He groans and breathes heavily.

He laughed lightly.

-I'm not kidding.

-Stop it, it's boring.

-It's like you, it's hard to hold back.

He grunts.

-How are you?

(-Yes.)

-I'd love to, nice of you to ask.

(-It looked fine.)

-We used to be afraid of the devil, now we're afraid of germs.

I don't know what's more stupid.

I'm at your mercy now.

-Now that?

-Are you going to repeat what I say?

-Until the end of confinement?

He laughs.

Melancholy music

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-By the way, have you heard from your father?

-Yes, he says he has nothing.

In fact, it was nothing.

-It may be a healthy carrier.

Asymptomatic, but contagious.

-Ah shit. You think?

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Well, I have more than my father. My mother died 3 years ago.

I mean, he's a father.

-What do you mean by that?

-Always a little too close and too far at the same time.

He was also in catering. It's a world of guys who are a bit...

a little dude, dude.

You're making me hungry with your stuff.

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In 6 years of relationship, have you ever wanted children?

I'm sorry, does it bother you that we're talking about him?

It's disgusting, they're out of date.

-We've come this far.

Besides, no.

I can't have any.

It doesn't work.

-Is it him or you?

-This is me.

But I'm not an absolutist.

I don't want to keep to do a million tests.

I don't want children at all costs.

-When I was, like, 20,

I did an internship at an HP.

Just one summer, thanks to a friend of my parents.

And there was a young chick,

walking around with a stuffed toy.

She'd say, "Do you mind if I feed him feeding him while we talk?"

And then she gave him her breast,

by having rational conversations.

It was very hard not to laugh.

-If I could avoid to come to this...

-I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Telling you this now, after...

He sighs.

I'm sorry, just a little off course.

(-I'm not ready for a story.)

(-I know.)

(I think I understand.)

He sighs.

(I'm not staying.)

(-That's not what I meant.)

(Stay, you can.)

(Unless...)

She sighs lightly.

(I want you to stay.)

Sad music

a tribute to caregivers on the front line.

Those shouts of encouragement, at 8pm, from the balconies...

*-No, she's fine, this woman.

Do you know her know her personally?

-I know she's helped a lot of people.

the compensation you demand from your employers

part of a larger, longer repair.

*-Yes, I know. We talked a little bit about it, but...

Since I don't trust shrinks there's the question of treatment.

-You'll have to check with her, it's not really my field.

But I'm happy that it's going well.

I'm in a hurry, I'll call you back very soon.

-Do you smoke?

-I stopped 3 weeks ago.

There are exactly 17 cigarettes left in this pack.

It helps me to look my resistance in the face.

I'd have to throw them away.

-Have you tried hypnosis? Or ECT?

-Nonsense.

-Wait, here, look. I'll make it easy for you.

-No, I'm asthmatic. Do you mind?

-Go ahead, I'm not looking.

She moans.

-All done.

What are you doing?

Ah well bravo. Frankly, it's beautiful.

-Is it the asthma freaking you out?

-You're the one who's freaking out more than me.

She laughs and screams.

---

-They're everywhere.

---

What is it?

-No, we don't care.

Who cares?

-Oh, Vera! It's me, it's Muriel. Hortense's sister.

-Hortense told me you might still be here.

-So I stocked up for Hortense.

Before everything was robbed.

It's for his return. So enjoy it too.

-Thank you, that's kind of you.

-I'm coming from Meudon, it took me 18 minutes by the clock.

It's simple, there's no one there.

-Wait a little before you touch it, it's always safer.

What I do is wash my vegetables in vinegar water.

It's impeccable.

And don't hesitate to use vinegar, otherwise it won't work.

Do you have alcohol for packaging?

-Yes, I do.

-Were you asleep?

-Er... Yes and no, well...

Right now, it's going fast to mistake day for night.

-It's not very structuring, as a life.

They say it will facilitate the ecological transition.

It's mostly going to make depression.

Not to mention those who will no longer be able to pay their rent.

I'm very depressed.

First of all, I can't stand being alone.

So I read,

I watch series,

but is it living?

You'll tell me: it's better than dying.

-Do you have any news of Hortense?

Because she doesn't answer me anymore.

-Not in intensive care, she was just having trouble breathing,

she was in a lot of pain.

The doctors are reassuring, though overworked.

When there's no more room,

patients patients by military aircraft.

But Hortense should recover next week.

It's already getting better since she was admitted.

-So much the better.

-It's just hard to be 600 km away without being able to see it.

I didn't know if you were here, I didn't know if you were here.

-Yes, I'm sorry about that.

-But between us, I prefer her to the hospital in Valence,

where we know what's going on,

than confined to my brother's in his unheated farmhouse.

Because my brother, that's something.

Did she tell you?

The door closes.

Hello Sainte-Anne, I'm fine.

Applause

will be transferred by sanitary TGV.

These transfers relieve overburdened hospitals

but the overwhelmed caregivers hardly notice.

As here at Strasbourg University Hospital, a report by Olivier Vogel.

*-Chain intubations, is Alexis' daily routine

a succession of coronavirus cases of coronavirus in intensive care.

*-We've been 2 weeks, full.

Beds were opened up to accommodate more patients.

No sooner are patients discharged we're already expecting new ones.

*-A situation impacting the entire CHU

and mobilizes staff intensive or continuous care

forced to learn on the job.

*-Teams who aren't used to it

struggle and suffer, because...

*-...we're going through,

it is not simply linked to globalization.

Spanish flu, cholera, plague

have traveled to times there was no globalization

we know today.

But clearly, there are questions of sovereignty

in the purest sense of the word.

How can we remain master of our own destiny?

And when you see that we have delegated to China

part of our health sovereignty...

Yes, there is a problem, a subject.

When there are no more Chinese masks there's a shortage in France.

This is a real problem that we obviously need to address.

And the post-coronavirus crisis should be thought through

dependence on the outside world. dependence on the outside world.

*-...vital production

medicines, masks, respirators, etc.

And we'll have to learn all the lessons...

-I'm not crushing you?

(-No.)

*-...the establishment of a parliamentary commission of inquiry

-Do it again: "You guys". It's so sexy.

-You guys have...

You guys have an introspection problem.

-Nonsense. Why us more than you?

-I thought we didn't care, about nature.

-Listen to me for 2 seconds. It's all bullshit.

A girl, to look at her sex, to see herself in it,

it has to bend in two,

to hope to see something incomplete.

She needs a mirror.

We are prepared for life to be mysterious,

that it's not easy,

that it hurts,

that the important things are hidden or hollowed out.

No but you, sorry...

All you have to do is stand up, lower your head,

and proudly contemplate your attributes.

And you think, "It's okay,

"I master."

Even you,

you occupy the field, you want to show that you're good.

I'm not saying that you have to change.

It's just you guys,

yes, you guys,

you find it hard to look at yourself in it.

You're afraid of your asshole. You're not used to it.

He sighs.

-We can't even answer anymore.

-Oh yes, answer, go ahead.

No, you're not doing this to me.

It's the worst, you mother me.

I'm so sorry.

-Don't be embarrassed.

Soft music

-Hello?

Mehdi, I don't know if it's right to call each other.

That's why I'm not answering. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Well, we write to each other.

Or we worry, we're willing to worry a little.

Yes, I got your e-mail,

but I haven't been able to answer yet, I need a little time.

---

She whispers.

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(Come on. It's all right.)

(All is well.)

(-I can't sleep.)

Variety music

Vera laughed.

It sounds like a boom.

-That's right.

A very long time ago.

---

Ah, fuck.

-Careful, listen.

Oula, you've got to keep up.

Lively music

-Jump.

-Am I that heavy?

Careful, I'm scared.

---

Yeah, whoohoo!

---

-Let me try something.

-What?

-We'll try to get off the ground.

No promises. Oh fuck, it's going!

It's going, it's going... Ah fuck!

Take cover!

Take cover!

Careful, Vera.

Take a look.

Paf!

He mimes shortness of breath.

He mimes cleaning.

I got my dick back.

Hush.

We're not immune to getting teubs in the face.

Yeah, Constantin.

You didn't call me back, I'll call you back.

I wanted to know if you'd received my profitability calculations

and if you'd had a chance to talk to the banker.

I suppose there are still for the file.

Here you go. Call me back, so we can work this out. Love you.

Hortense just answered my question.

She's still in the hospital, knocked out, very isolated, but she's fine.

-Did you tell him you were here?

Piano in the distance

---

-We said we'd run, this morning.

-Hello, Mrs. Galibert. How are you getting along?

*-I registered online and sent my certificate,

but it wasn't straight enough, because I took a picture.

I called them and they told me to put it straight

and I tried, but it wasn't straight enough.

-All right.

*-I was in the process a big cleaning there.

-Yes, Daddy, it's me.

I wanted to know how you were

and asked if you could help me out this month,

not even much. And I'll pay it back.

I hope you are well and I kiss you.

-You're kidding. It's just a matter to participate in the races.

Constantin, it's me again.

Always asking if you were able to talk to the bank.

Call me back when you can. Love you.

Yes, I'm listening.

Your employer cannot ask you to resign.

Yes, I understand.

If it's easier for you orally...

But the union offices are closed now.

Detonator

I'd be surprised if they were open.

is to send them a letter them by registered mail.

Not an e-mail, a letter.

Yes.

I'll send you an e-mail in the morning morning to clarify everything.

Au revoir, madame.

I can help you, Sam.

but to leave your job with your head held high.

Do you want to go back?

-What are we talking about?

-To go and see an occupational physician who will certify your unfitness.

-I don't know where you got that from, but I'm not unfit.

What's wrong with you?

-The world of work, I know by heart.

9 out of 10 people don't realize what they're going through.

I can see it, I've got a nose for it,

are the last ones to recognize this and complain.

You're not unfit,

but you would benefit from dismissal for unfitness

as a result of harassment.

I don't want to piss anyone off. I get on well with my boss.

It was his partner with whom I almost got into a fight.

It gets worse.

The worst thing would have been to break his teeth.

And again, frankly.

and I'm on my own, it's up to your employer

find you a job.

Your doctor stopped you stopped for 3 weeks.

It's not nothing. There's no reason for you to let that happen.

To ask your father...

-Stop it, damn it! Are you serious right now?

-You're too serious. What's the matter with you?

-Nothing, everything's fine.

There are things you can't understand.

It's okay, it's okay. We're fine. I know how much we shit...

-What's that got to do with it? Is it because I mentioned your father?

but just, come on.

-You've got the other one who doesn't answer me.

-Who?

-Constantin. I don't know if he's if he's ill, if he's in Paris.

(I don't know what's going on.)

-Are you close?

-He's my future partner, so yes.

I don't want to listen to you anymore. I ask you one fucking thing:

let me handle this.

Hm?

-OK.

He blows slightly.

-It's a piece of ass, as my mother would have said.

Happiness is just an idea. I prefer joy.

There's nothing more beautiful than joy.

Because it doesn't last.

-It feels strange to have changed the time.

-Are you saying you don't believe me?

I've got it, I tell you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

-You're scared, in fact, I see.

-Scared? I don't know what it is.

I saw my mother dead, I'm not afraid of anything.

-You wouldn't ask 5,000 questions if you had it.

-I don't... You're lying, I do. 6 of spades.

-You didn't drink when I was telling the truth.

-I didn't understand.

-We've been playing for 2 hours, I didn't understand."

(-Putain.)

-Ouh lou lou. Allez.

Not bad. A second one.

A real glassful, not your Parisian shots.

I'll accompany you with my Châteauneuf-du-Pape 1802.

---

to confuse a 6 of spades with a 9 of spades.

You've got to be really nuts.

-Are you serious?

-I'm fine.

-Stop it, damn it, I swear, you're getting on my nerves.

-It's good, it's good.

No more. Let's do one more.

-No, we're not redoing anything.

We're not doing anything again! Stop, you're making me drunk!

-Stop it, damn it.

Muffled noise

-Poor guy, he broke his arm.

-What are you doing?

Stop! Ouch!

Vera breathes heavily.

What are you doing?

Click

Zipper fastener

He releases his breath.

---

He groans.

(Fuck.)

---

(Fuck.)

He blows.

(Fuck.)

(What are you doing?)

Ah, hell, no!

Ah, fuck.

-It's a case of the sprinkler being sprinkled.

Justice is my business.

She laughs.

They snore.

---

-It's violent.

-Let's get busy here.

-I'm on my way.

-I'm so sorry.

-It pisses me off.

-Are you doing this on purpose?

-Yeah, I love it, picking up trash.

-You can see it's full.

the numbers go up.

But the number of patients admitted to hospital in a serious condition

has never been so low.

This may be an effect of confinement.

*-But we must not lower our guard.

Let's look at the figures for Italy.

The country hardest hit with 16,500 dead

believed for a few days an improvement

Concern in the UK over the health Boris Johnson's health,

the British Prime Minister.

Ill for 15 days, he was admitted to intensive care,

his state of health having deteriorated during the day.

He remains conscious, however.

-I'm sorry, Mom,

it's not that I don't feel like to talk to you,

but I have nothing to say, so it's a bit exhausting.

We don't know if it'll last until July.

I don't want to think the darkest hypotheses.

-Constantin, it's me again. Try me again.

Tell me shit or something, but it's getting... Okay, here goes.

-Like, he'll call you.

He sighs and throws down his phone.

Piano in the distance

---

(-Caress me.)

He grunts.

(Wait.)

Come on.

He blows.

No, wait.

-Stop it, damn it.

-What?

You don't put much into it.

-I'm just like you, I'm not a machine.

He sighs.

-Didn't you want to?

-Yes, but it's... All right.

Thumb? Blow? Breathing?

-I don't know how you do it. to stay calm.

-I'm not calm, you're the one who's very agitated.

He sighs.

-I'm wondering if you're not perverse.

She giggles.

Like, passive-aggressive.

Genre,

who likes to have the last word, without showing it.

-You have a way of being superior.

No, I'm not kidding.

-Who insisted on living this story?

-You've got to be kidding me.

Here we are.

You still make me believe that everything comes from me.

You love the trouble you create in others.

-It's human, isn't it?

-Very human. It's called perversity.

-Perversity would be to enjoy your suffering.

Are you in that much pain?

-You say this with a little smile that escapes you.

I don't know what what this conversation is for.

-I don't know.

Taking stock, right?

We fuck well,

but we don't like each other.

That's the situation we like, isn't it?

Maybe at some point, it feels good to say it, too.

He sighs heavily.

Stop smiling all the time, it's really...

You've been told a little too much you were pretty.

But that's not true. Nobody ever accepts anything.

-Don't you ever go crazy?

You're fucking scary. Do you ever lose control?

-It hurts to have to prove otherwise.

Wow.

You're perfect.

You're perfect.

Never change a thing.

Perfect.

You know, when you when you pretend to come,

-Go ahead, you know, whenever you want.

-Beat it! Is that what you want to hear?

-What do I want to hear? You listen to me!

I'm not sure what you're trying with me,

but don't think of yourself as my mother. We don't know each other.

I don't know what you're doing, if this is a game to you.

I don't care either way.

I don't play anymore. I'm not a filler.

-Go away. Get dressed.

Go away! Take your stuff and get out.

Go on, beat it.

Hurry the fuck up!

She's breathing hard.

...

-The terms and conditions of the procedure, in particular,

whether there will be a complaint against this colleague,

it depends on parts that we don't have yet.

So...

For the moment, we're we're sailing a little by sight.

We're faced with a...

a sort of of hypotheses.

And I don't know if it's worth to list them.

Er...

So...

*-Ca va, madame?

Madame, are you all right?

I beg your pardon, I don't think I can do this anymore.

*-Are you anxious too?

You know...

It's all about is to believe in things.

Believe in the bed, believe in the mattress,

believe in our hands, our wrists, each of our fingers.

It takes a lot of strength.

We have no idea.

Doesn't it speak to you?

(-Yes. Exactly.)

Piano in the distance

---

We knock.

Did you come for your things?

...

-I know I can't even ask for forgiveness.

-What happened?

Sam, I'm not the problem.

(What happened?)

He groans.

(-I was scared.)

(I've never been so freaked out.)

(That's because)

(everything is in slow motion outside)

(that one has the impression going too fast).

(That's what gives it away.)

(-But which deal?)

(There's nothing wrong between us, it's just the opposite).

(-I'm not scared anymore.)

Even if it's expensive.

(I have been so prevented, in my life).

(-Troubled?)

(Of what?)

(What's stopping you?)

You didn't tell me how your mother died.

(-An accident.)

(She was driving too fast.)

(She was fidgety.)

(I got that from her.)

(She wasn't meant to have a kid.)

(She didn't see the size of the thing.)

(I understand.)

(-You're falling asleep.)

(-No.)

(-Yes, you are.)

(I love you.)

a collapse in trade

even more severe than during the previous crisis in 2008-2009.

-Aren't you hungry?

*-...a 2-digit decline.

Exports from America and Asia Asia will be hardest hit.

They had already been undermined by trade tensions

between the the United States and China.

Soft music

---

(-Hug me.)

---

Louder.

---

(Louder.)

---

She was unable to replenish its stocks.

...in its investigation "Masks, a state lie".

Damn, you're hot.

---

-Coming...

Hush.

He shivers.

-Frankly, get lost.

Pack your suitcase.

We're in this together, I'm not leaving you.

-No, you can't stay here.

Let me sleep on the couch or go home.

-Nonsense.

-This is too much.

-I don't know how how I got here.

I don't want my boss to know about this.

Hush.

(-Don't just stand there. Stop it.)

Wheezing

---

unequal measures are needed, especially for the poorest

which are indispensable.

People in Seine-Saint-Denis, they don't telework.

Cough

---

You're not respecting the distance here.

-Bah, Constantin.

-Now is not the time to think about that.

(Don't worry, he'll call you back.)

(Everything's a bit frozen there.)

(Did you tell your father you were sick?)

-No.

(-Do you want me to?)

-No, not at all.

(-No one has ever looked at me like you.)

(-You're just saying that you have a fever).

(-You'd be the last person on Earth, I wouldn't be afraid).

(-Not so much.)

(-Say it.)

(-I can't tell.)

(-I can still hear you.)

...

*Tone

*-You are on Hortense Beloeil's of Hortense Beloeil.

Please leave a message, I'll call you back.

---

-Sam?

Sam, what you got there?

Sam, ho, Sam!

Sam, wake up, ho!

Can you hear me?

Wake up, wake up.

Fuck, but...

Sam!

Siren

---

-Since the call, he's stopped moving and breathing.

-Sam, can you hear me?

If you can hear me, shake my hand.

-Step aside. I need some information.

-He's unconscious.

I look to see if he's breathing.

-He is asthmatic.

-Sir, is he breathing?

-Do you have his papers?

If you could give me his carte vitale,

identity papers?

Come on. How old is she?

-OK, I've got a breath.

-OK, breathing resumed at 22h50.

-Is he breathing?

-Resuming breathing : 22h50.

-We're done. Put the bag down. Put on your mask.

-We take the bag in the ambulance.

I'll take the bag.

-Tomorrow, call your doctor and stay locked up at home.

She sniffs.

Hello, I'd like some news about a patient in intensive care.

His name is Sam Berthier.

I'm not family, but I called the ambulance.

I'm the one who called.

No, I'm not family.

Could you give him my number for his alarm clock?

Normally, it's on the information information sheet, but okay.

I'm sorry about this, but this is really important.

Vibrator

-Yes, Mom.

How are you?

Hi, Inès.

I hope all is well for you and your loved ones.

Do you have the contact details of Hortense's friend Sam Berthier?

Nothing to do with college, but you probably know him.

Call me back as soon as you can.

*-I don't see it.

-Sam Berthier, a tall redhead.

He works in the restaurant business, "Chez Lulu.

*-It doesn't ring a bell.

Have you tried Hortense's sister?

-It's Vera. Hello?

-I get around, I don't know if it's me.

*-Vera?

-Do you have the contact details of a friend called Sam?

Sound familiar? Long story.

Hello?

Hortense is dead.

Hortense died last night.

Are you there?

(-Yes.)

...

*-This mailbox contains too many messages.

Melancholy music

---

-Hello, Muriel, it's Véra. That's it, I've cleaned everything.

We may have to start again in a week's time.

For the keys, the best thing is for me I can send them to you by post.

And thanks again for the number and Sam Berthier's address.

I hope you're holding up well.

It was hard not to be there on Monday.

I kiss you and give you a big hug.

---

...

Excuse me.

-Yes?

Not for 3 years.

-3 years? But I thought...

-I love him, he's super talented.

But it was getting too complicated.

His mother came every day to reconnect.

Always on the terrace.

He never told you? She's quite a mess, too.

-For leaving. Because of him, according to him.

For leaving her father.

She's not dead.

He says that to everyone.

If he could kill her, he would.

He gets 800 bullets a month from the Ministry of Health.

From time to time, he taxes his father.

-Why the Ministry of Health?

-Don't you get it?

He's crazy, Sam.

He has schizophrenic schizophrenic episodes.

He's in HP, he's coming back.

He's adorable, but as soon as you have to deal with others...

Is he feeling better?

Is he cured?

Covid.

-According to the hospital, yes. Well, as far as I know.

His mailbox is full.

He may be quarantined somewhere.

-I think I know.

It's not hard to imagine.

I hear it's hot, contagion in HP.

At least he's immune.

Although, even that we don't know much about.

As for intubations.

Some doctors are starting to say we shouldn't have intubated so much.

-Do you know which HP he's used to?

-No, I'm sorry.

Are you taking the train?

Take care of yourself.

-You can too.

-It's going to be a long time.

-To rebuild?

-Above all, to accept what we've lost.

Melancholy music

---

-Yes, Mehdi. I know, I know, I'll be there in a quarter of an hour.

Is my father here yet?

OK.

I'm so sorry. I just.., It just went on and on.

Wait 2 seconds.

Oh, shit.

Nothing, I'm pissed, they postponed the hearings.

Hold on, I'm getting another call. I'll be right there.

Yes, Madame Camara?

If he considers that his health is not protected

and he's in a situation, which we see we see a lot of him in the media,

despite the easing of measures and vaccinations,

a situation in which health is in danger,

he has several things to do.

First and foremost, exercise your right of withdrawal.

He must notify his employer in writing.

we just don't have the money.

He may also notify the labor inspectorate.

-It's great to have amazing ideas, but you need to pay for it.

The two conversations continue.

---

-Sorry I'm late.

I don't understand you.

This thing is dying.

-If you had thrown it away without telling me...

-Again?

It's been weeks since it happened.

-It was a mess,

but it's okay for change of address.

Dad, where are you?

Gulls

OK, we're coming down.

-Where is it?

-He said to me. "I'll be there in a minute."

-Go ahead, we'll put it down.

Except we barely saw each other, I work too much.

He put up shelves for me.

It's really beautiful.

He was even happier than I was.

He stayed 2 days. He doesn't like being without my mother.

I don't know what he's doing, besides, he never uses the GPS.

Dad, what are you doing?

OK.

He didn't anticipate the one-way street, he has to go around.

-But what else?

-It's stupid, I don't know how to tell you.

I...

I met someone.

-It's great.

-Oh yeah.

A stowaway.

What's she like? Is she beautiful?

Decidedly.

-You'd tell me, if you had someone?

-Yes, I'll tell you.

Or not.

Right now, I'm alone.

And that's fine.

I'm holding you up. You go ahead. I can handle it.

-I'm glad we're getting there.

-To what?

-Here's to that.

I thought we'd talk more.

By the way, have you been vaccinated?

-First dose.

She blows.

Dad, where are you?

Sad music

What do you mean, avenue Saint-Lazare?

You took a left instead of right.

No, we have to turn back.

What do you want me you want me to say?

You need to turn around.

Yes.

---

Hello?

Yes, sorry, I...

Are you okay? Yes, I'm fine.

No, I assure you, I'm fine.

Just a moment.

I see you.

You can't miss me.

I'm here, look.

---

Subtitles: Capucine Griot