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Learning Jesus was there,

she brought a vial of perfume.

She knelt before Jesus and, weeping,

rinsed his feet with her tears.

She dried them with her hair, kissed them,

and scented them with perfume.

Seeing this,

the Pharisee who had invited Jesus thought,

"If this man were a prophet,

"he would know who this woman is:

"a sinner."

Jesus replied,

"When I entered your home, you did not rinse my feet.

"Whereas she washed them with her tears

"and dried them with her hair.

"For this reason,

"her many sins are forgiven,

"for she gave much love."

That woman...

was Mary Magdalene.

The body of Christ.

Amen.

WHEN FALL IS COMING

Hello. Hi, Mom.

Hi honey, how are you?

Yes, of course.

What time will you arrive?

Great, we can have lunch together.

Shall I pick you up at the station?

I see.

Are you using Laurent's car?

None of your business, Mom.

I'm sorry.

Fine.

Yes, right.

See you tomorrow.

Kisses to you both.

I'll wait here.

- It'll be fine. - Well, I hope so.

Go on now. Give him my love.

Marie-Claude Perrin.

Thank you.

Have a nice day.

Michelle.

Thank you for driving me.

When do you want to go back?

In about 10 days.

Fine.

Come in, it's open.

- How are you? - Good.

- Coffee? - If we have time.

Don't worry.

They're coming at lunch and may hit traffic.

- Your daughter got her license? - Yep.

You're the last holdout.

I didn't sleep well.

Sure, the moon was full.

That's why.

Thanks.

Good for the mushrooms.

There were tons over here last time.

Let's go.

Look at this one.

Check it.

Good, a bolete.

Yes, it's a bolete.

And a nice one.

Marie-Claude, check this one.

Good or not?

No, a fake girolle!

Beautiful.

I need to get home to cook.

Tell me how it goes.

You bet I will.

Should be interesting.

Hello.

- Granny! - My darling!

My sweet darling!

- How are you? - Fine.

- My dear... - No kisses, I have a cold.

Too many germs.

- Good drive? - No, Paris traffic was hell.

Your bag, Lucas.

I made you a nice lunch.

We had sandwiches already

I'm hungry, Granny.

Great, darling.

We'll have a lovely vacation.

- Who's she talking to? - Dad.

What is it now?

They're fighting over vacation, because of me.

Listen, you're not the problem. They are.

Come,

let's cook together.

Delicious fresh mushrooms.

- don't like them. - Hold on.

You'll taste them.

With butter and garlic,

they're delicious.

I don't like garlic.

Valérie, can you drop the phone while we eat?

Mom, stop. I have enough stress as it is.

Like it, honey?

Pass me the mushrooms.

Here.

- Smells good. Garlic? - Yes.

- Want some? - You ruined my appetite.

Sorry, I quit smoking last week, I'm irritable.

Have you gained weight?

I don't think so.

Careful.

Old people need exercise.

How's Marie-Claude doing?

Up and down, but better overall.

Is her idiot son still in jail?

Stop it, Valérie.

Everyone deserves a second chance.

Not that asshole.

Listen, it's never been easy for him.

And it was easy for me?

I don't get it.

How can you defend him after what he did?

What'd he do?

Nothing. Finish your food.

- More quiche or mushrooms? - No thanks.

I spoke to a lawyer friend.

If you give me the house now,

I'll pay less tax when you die.

- Granny's dying? - No, I'm fine.

Put the house in my name.

I thought you didn't like it.

Doesn't matter, it's about the value.

For the future, for Lucas.

But... I already gave you my Paris apartment.

So?

- Anyone want cheese? - No thanks.

I'll get dessert.

I'm too full.

I want some, Granny.

I'll get it.

Thank you, my darling.

It's nice out. Fancy a walk?

Good idea.

Move over.

Go without me, I have calls to make.

I brought my computer.

Is internet better?

We got fiber in the village 3 months ago.

Hallelujah.

What'll we do this week, Granny?

Anything you want, honey.

Take walks,

read, watch movies,

make cakes.

I promised Mom I'd stay off my tablet.

Good.

But with me, you can disobey a bit.

If we keep it secret.

- Will you play with me? - Sure, if you teach me.

Ok.

- Granny? - Yes, honey?

- Do you ever get bored here? - No.

I love living close to nature.

The river, the trees.

Hearing the birds sing.

I don't miss Paris one bit.

But you're all alone.

Not at all.

My friend Marie-Claude lives here.

Look.

Isn't this a beautiful view?

Where's her house?

Over there. See?

Above those trees. See it? Yes.

It's small.

Sure, but still.

What about you?

Would you like to live here?

Yeah, I don't know.

But Mom would never want to.

True.

She's always hated the countryside.

Too many to count!

Come.

- Let's go back home. - Ok.

What's going on?

Excuse me, what happened?

A woman fainted inside.

My god! Who are you?

Her mother. This is her son.

Go on in.

Bernard, what happened?

Your daughter called feeling ill.

- We found her unconscious. - What's wrong?

We don't know yet. We're going to ER.

Could be poison.

The mushrooms... She ate mushrooms?

Yes, at lunch.

Picked today with Marie-Claude.

Did you eat some?

- No, I wasn't hungry. - And the boy?

I don't like mushrooms.

- Can we come with you? - Meet us there.

Marie-Claude.

Any news?

We're still waiting.

The doctor.

So?

Everything's alright.

Her stomach was pumped in time.

She'll be fine.

Thank God.

I'm so mad at myself. I cooked the food.

I know, it happens.

You'll need to see the police about it.

The police?

Yes, otherwise they'll come to your house.

After a poisoning, they open an investigation.

Right, of course.

The doctor says you need rest.

I'm going back to Paris.

- Are you sure you can drive? - Yes.

You could stay the night with us and leave tomorrow.

Enough, Mom. We're going home.

"We"?

I'm taking Lucas.

And his vacation with me?

I can't trust you anymore.

But... it was an accident!

I almost died, Mom.

We could've died too.

No.

You ate none. You know Lucas hates them.

You poisoned me!

- You're toxic. - What?

Deliberately or not, you're dangerous.

- I can't leave my son with you. - I want to stay.

We're going home.

- But my vacation? - We'll see with your dad.

I made you sandwiches.

That's not what we need.

Meaning what?

I could use 500 euros to make ends meet.

- Here, honey. - Thanks, Granny.

Get some medical exams done.

At your age, prevention is key.

POLICE STATION

So?

Valérie didn't press charges.

Thank goodness.

Want a coffee?

No thanks.

Did they say anything about before?

No, nothing at all.

I feel bad. I should've checked your mushrooms.

It's awful, Valérie thinks I wanted to kill her.

She blames you for everything.

Not seeing Lucas again would tear me apart.

What are you doing here?

Where's your mommy?

Over there.

- Want to join her? - Yes.

Michelle!

Yes?

Am I waking you?

No, I'll be right down.

I'm so happy.

He has to find a job.

If he assimilates quickly, they may reduce his sentence.

That's great. Yeah.

But jobs are hard to find here.

The main thing is getting out,

and back on the right track.

This is Valérie's voicemail...

DETENTION CENTER

My son!

- Happy, Mom? - Overjoyed!

- It's not heavy. - No.

- Bye, guards! - Bye.

Bye.

I'm lucky, out on a beautiful day.

- Happy? - Yeah, you?

Yeah. Michelle's waiting.

Holy shit, Michelle!

Cute and stylish as ever.

- Hi, big boy. - Hi Michelle.

- Good to see you. - Thanks for coming.

Only normal.

Let's go.

Can I help? It's not heavy.

Hop in the car.

- Before they change their minds. - Sure!

What restaurant sounds good to you?

Anything works. Food's rotten in there.

What about La Beursaudière?

Delicious, but expensive.

- My treat. - You're sweet.

As long as there's no mushrooms.

So fucking good.

To your freedom, honey.

Thanks, Mommy dear.

Michelle.

To our health.

And... to no more trouble?

Finito!

- Anyone want dessert? - You bet!

Dessert menu, please.

What are your plans?

They offered me a warehouse job in Auxerre.

But Auxerre...

You could find a flat there.

Yeah, but...

What do you want to do?

Ideally, I'd like to stay around here

and open a little bar.

That'd be...

Takes money.

I know, I know.

- Have you decided? - Not yet.

Fuck, profiteroles!

Mom, Michelle?

Sounds great.

Michelle? Just coffee for me.

1 coffee, 2 profiteroles.

Coming right up.

Thank you.

You could work for me if you like.

How so?

I have a large garden.

I've let it go recently. There's work to do.

Chopping wood, organizing...

Sure, why not? I'm all for it.

15 euros an hour, undeclared?

I'm your man.

Thanks, Michelle.

So...

I'd like you to chop enough wood for the winter.

Here...

you'll find all the tools you need.

Come see the vegetable patch.

Needs work.

I can't face it.

So...

you'll start by...

weeding this area, between the plants.

And then...

harvest these pumpkins and store them in the shed,

then till the soil here.

Michelle...

I just finished.

Wonderful.

Want your money now?

Yeah, thanks. I'm seeing my buddies tonight.

How many hours?

I started around 2. That's 3 and a half hours.

Ok.

I'll round up to 4.

Here you go.

Tomorrow, same time?

- Tomorrow! - Awesome.

Looks good.

Hello, madam.

- Did the passcode change? - Yes.

Could you let me in, please?

- Where are you going? - My daughter, 6th floor.

I used to live there.

Can't you call her?

I want to surprise her.

Thank you, madam.

Hello.

Why have you come?

You ignore my calls, so I came to talk.

May I?

What did you say to her?

That I have a few years left to live,

I want us to get along, and...

I want to see my grandson.

- Was he there? - No, at school.

Will she let you have him next vacation?

No.

She mentioned a year in Dubai with his dad.

What's Laurent say?

He's staying out of it, to avoid worsening their divorce.

You should consult a lawyer. Grandmothers have rights.

After the mushrooms, I'm screwed.

Can you believe it?

I gave her my Paris apartment.

I always send her money.

I'm seeing a lawyer about the house.

No thanks, nothing.

She wants me to pay.

That's all I'm good for.

We took it up the ass for our kids

and look what we get!

Don't say that.

Sorry, it upsets me.

Yes?

You're here?

Good evening.

I'm going out with my buddies.

What buddies?

See you tomorrow, Michelle?

- See you tomorrow. - Bye.

I hate to say it, but with our kids...

we failed miserably.

To your health.

To yours, doll!

- Here. - Hi Michelle.

Take this to the dump. I don't need it anymore.

What is it?

No, I can't do that.

- Why not? - Because...

you'll see your grandson again.

No, it hurts too much, I'd rather get rid of it.

- No Michelle, I... - Listen!

Do what you like, just get it out of my sight!

I can prescribe an antidepressant, but you need to keep busy.

Find an activity you enjoy.

Nothing sounds good.

City Hall needs volunteers.

You could help out.

Or at church, catechism.

Catechism? Surely you're joking?

Sorry.

At any rate,

now that I can't see my grandson,

seeing children hurts.

I'm afraid I'm going senile.

Why do you say that?

Are you forgetting things?

I don't know.

It's been since...

the mushroom incident with my daughter.

It could've happened to anyone.

You know that.

Sure, but I'd never done it before.

Next time you'll be more careful.

No more mushrooms for me.

You mustn't feel guilty or punish yourself over it.

It wasn't premeditated.

Right?

I don't know anymore.

Hello?

Marie-Claude?

Michelle?

Did something happen?

No, why?

Vincent still isn't here.

He was up early. I didn't hear him leave.

He forgot his phone again.

We were supposed to tidy the garage.

- Today, you sure? - Yes!

Must be in Auxerre. He'll come later.

Probably.

I must've forgotten, sorry.

- No worries. - Thanks, kisses.

Kisses.

Hello, can I help you?

- You don't recognize me? - No.

Marie-Claude's son.

- Weren't you in... - I got out.

Been ages.

Wild, right?

Can I come in?

Yeah.

I know, it's ugly.

Mom's furniture. I need to get rid of it.

- Sugar? - No.

So...

Why are you in Paris?

To see you.

Me?

Yeah.

I want...

to talk about Michelle.

What's this about?

She sent you?

No, but...

it's just...

your mom is sad. You're hurting her.

I'm hurting her?

Is this a joke?

Depriving her of her grandson is disgusting.

You can't do that. She gave you life.

What the hell?

None of your business.

Who are you to judge?

Doesn't matter.

Your mother is a good woman. Don't treat her this way.

I don't get it. What is my mother to you?

Can you tell me?

We know her fucking past.

Your mom too. They worked together.

You didn't mind what they did?

I did.

Can't you see they wrecked us?

You just got out of jail,

and I'm so unhappy I could jump out the window.

She makes me sick.

So sick I could puke.

Don't talk about your mom like that.

Yeah?

What should I call my darling mom?

A saint, maybe?

I need a smoke.

Hello, yes?

Hello Laurent, what's up?

What?

It... can't be true.

How did it happen?

And Lucas?

Yes.

Yes, yes...

Ok, yes.

Tomorrow.

You'll...

call me.

Ok...

I'll wait.

You're home.

You could've let us know.

Michelle was worried.

Where were you?

What's wrong?

Nothing, nothing.

What'd you do now?

Nothing.

Where were you?

I went to Paris.

Paris? What for?

- To see Michelle's daughter. - Valérie? Why?

To ask her to...

stop tormenting her mom.

None of your business.

Michelle's been hurting, I wanted to help.

I tried talking to her...

And...

And what?

And...

she fell.

- Fell? - Yeah, took a stupid fall.

No way. No way!

It was an accident.

- An accident? - We were on the balcony,

we were arguing, and...

You pushed her?

No, it was an accident!

My best friend's daughter!

C'mon Mom, don't cry.

- Does Michelle know? - Probably, she keeps calling.

Please don't cry.

This can't be true!

It can't be true...

Will you tell her?

Gonna answer?

Listen Mom,

I can't go back to jail. I can't.

Mom...

Hello, Michelle?

- Yes? - Captain.

- Show her in. - Please.

Excuse me, sir.

Valérie was divorcing.

She had problems at work.

Money worries.

And...

Yes?

I wasn't the mother she wanted.

That's not unusual.

Yes, but...

I used to be a prostitute.

My daughter could never tolerate or accept it.

I understand.

Might she have committed suicide?

I don't know.

It's possible.

She was very unstable.

Had you been in touch recently?

No.

Was anyone angry with her?

I don't think so.

Good.

I'll see if we need an autopsy.

Before we decide,

I'd like to take you to her place

to see if anything looks unusual.

Are you due soon?

Three more months.

Boy or girl?

I don't want to know.

And the father?

No father.

- Sorry. - No worries.

- Hello madam. - Hello.

So?

No sign of forced entry or struggle.

A full cup of coffee.

We checked it.

Just the victim's fingerprints.

It was here? Yes.

She stashed cigarettes up here.

Used the stepladder.

I think she went for her cigarettes and slipped.

Where was the body?

Directly below.

You ok?

Yes...

I have no doubt.

She fell just there.

We'll request authorization for burial.

- No autopsy? - No need.

Ok.

I just have...

one last question.

Yes?

Are you still involved in prostitution?

No, that's over.

I'm retired.

Since when?

Since...

before my grandson was born.

Check her priors?

A high class clientele.

Had trouble with a few pimps.

Nothing else of note.

Hello.

Laurent!

Come.

You came this morning?

Yes.

You know...

we loved each other.

But badly.

I blame myself.

It's not your fault.

We should've stayed together.

Wouldn't have mattered.

We fought that morning.

Over what?

Lucas, as usual.

Sorry, I must ask you to leave.

We're sealing the apartment now.

Right.

Look.

There's a huge desert,

swimming pools,

skyscrapers...

And here, look.

That's my office.

Nice, right?

Yeah.

You'll love it.

It's always sunny and warm.

There's even a French school. You'll make friends.

No.

Why?

I don't want to go.

You can't stay here all alone.

Time to rise and shine!

You'll be late for school.

Come.

Come, my little man. You can do it.

My sweet boy.

Breakfast is ready.

What's on your mind?

Nothing.

Do they still call you the Parisian?

Sometimes.

Stand up to them.

Here we are.

I'll pick you up.

- I'll take the bus. - Sure?

Yeah, like the others.

If you say so.

See you tonight. Work hard.

Hello, madam.

Lucas is doing well.

It was hard, but now I think he's fine.

Mom, did you kill me?

How can you say such a thing?

No one killed you.

The police said it was an accident.

An accident?

Yes.

Suicide, if you prefer.

That's what you prefer.

You were so unhappy.

Your divorce, all your troubles.

You got what you wanted.

No.

Yes.

My son.

How's Lucas?

He's adapting.

Is he struggling?

I'm here.

You seem to be doing well.

When I think of Valérie,

I hear her judgement, her anger.

Deep down I'm relieved she's gone.

I don't even feel guilty.

Give me a cigarette.

Thanks.

How's your son?

I'm afraid he's up to his old tricks.

No, he's serious now.

He has projects.

So how do you explain the money for his bar?

Do you know something?

He didn't tell you?

No, what?

I gave him the money.

What?

He'll pay me back.

To help him get started.

Why did you help him?

I like your son. He's helped me too.

What's wrong?

I hope he won't go back to jail thanks to you!

Marie-Claude!

How is she?

They're keeping her for observation.

- Did she break something? - No, but...

They need to run tests.

I think it's serious.

- Why didn't you mention the money? - Why would I?

- It upset her. - Yeah?

Lucas is expecting me.

How is he?

Good, why? His mom died.

Keep me posted. Yeah.

Lucas!

You've been in there for ages, what are you doing?

Nothing.

Come eat.

You're not very chatty tonight.

You know,

I saw the bruise on your forehead, no point hiding it.

What happened?

A fight?

They hit you?

I'm not hungry.

I'm going to my room.

What are you looking at?

Old photos.

At school,

they say you're a whore.

Who says that?

The big kids.

Well...

I was.

I did that in Paris for many years.

You didn't have to.

Sometimes you do have to.

You're forced to.

You make me sick.

I understand.

But...

it was a way to survive.

So your mom would lack for nothing.

I know it's not like other jobs...

but it was mine.

Is that why Mom was mad at you?

Yes.

She was ashamed of me.

It's hard on children.

It's in the past now.

What matters is us.

You especially.

I'm here to help you.

Make sure you're fine.

Keep you happy.

You look like Mom.

Michelle, so cool you came!

Of course.

Mom's inside.

They let her out?

I'll go see her.

- You good? - Yeah.

Nice cap. Have a seat.

Good evening.

Marie-Claude!

Wow.

- You look great. - Makeup.

Great place, right?

He's done it up so nice!

It'll be nothing but trouble.

Why so defeatist? Trust your son.

He can do this.

- Hi, Michelle. - Hi.

I go back tomorrow.

More tests?

Yes.

- Are you worried? - No, fatalistic.

Hey Michelle, having fun?

Wanna dance?

Let's love while we're alive!

Not wait till death throws us a rose!

Let's love while we're alive!

I wanna dance, dance right now!

It's true

We can't change the world

I know

But it's nice to believe we can

Let's love while we're alive!

Your grandma's a good dancer.

When did you meet Granny?

A long time ago, in Paris.

You did what she did?

Keeping this on?

Hands off.

Sorry, excuse me.

Look at the old whore!

Piece of old ass.

What'd you say?

- Say it again! - Hands off!

Stop, Vincent! It doesn't matter!

It's only words!

I'll kill you! Get out!

He'll never change.

Fire up the music!

Hello, Vincent!

Hey, Michelle.

- How are you? - Good.

Let's have some wine.

- Did you close late? - Yeah.

It won't be an endless party, don't worry.

- It's nice Marie-Claude came. - Yeah.

But she's not doing well.

To us.

She mustn't be defeated.

She seems upset but says nothing.

- Vincent. - Yeah?

I need...

What?

Another favor.

Hey buddy. Why'd you come?

To pick you up. Michelle says kids bully you.

Is it true?

Those kids?

No, not them.

So who?

The big kids over there.

Them?

Yeah.

Wait at the bus stop, be right back.

What'd you tell them?

That I was in prison.

- Were you? - Yeah.

I'm not proud of it! Prison is no good.

It scared them, you'll see.

What'd you show them?

Hands off.

Recognize it?

You don't. Look at that silly face.

Why was Vincent in prison?

What?

Why was Vincent in prison?

Young, he made mistakes.

He killed someone?

No!

Why do you say that?

People in prison are killers.

Not always. Fortunately!

Have some more.

How come he has no wife?

I have no idea.

He lives with his mom, maybe it's complicated.

You can ask him.

How's school?

Good.

Getting good grades?

It's easier than in Paris.

Don't slack, keep working.

Don't worry, Laurent.

Lucas is a good student, he works hard.

Good.

- You like country life? - Yes.

Will you live with me next year?

We'll see.

It'll be great.

Don't worry.

He'll come, Laurent.

Thanks, Michelle.

Vincent.

You ok?

Granny goodies.

Don't make fun.

I made your favorite.

You're sweet, but I'm less and less hungry.

Force yourself.

Don't be defeated.

- It's too late, Michelle. - No.

There's always hope.

The cancer is everywhere.

They said that?

I told them I prefer the truth.

But... there must be a treatment.

Too aggressive, and pointless.

I have to tell you something before I go.

Was I a bad mother?

Is it my fault Vincent went astray?

No.

We did the best we could.

And your son is doing well now.

He's serious about his bar.

Promise you'll watch over him.

I promise you.

You know,

the day Valérie died,

Vincent

wasn't in Auxerre.

He was in Paris.

Vincent wants to do right but always does wrong.

What matters

is he wants to do right.

- "I am quenching my thirst..." - Right.

"I am quenching my thirst in the stream

"over 20 steps below you, thus

"I am in no way muddying your water."

"You are," replied the cruel beast.

"And you spoke ill of me last year."

"But I wasn't yet born," said the lamb.

"Then your brother did."

"I have no brother."

Hello?

Yes, Vincent?

Oh no...

When?

Oh my God.

Did she suffer?

Yes...

Ok.

Kisses.

I'll be there soon.

You're sad?

She was my best friend.

My sister.

Who are they?

Some old friends.

Where's Vincent?

He was smoking outside.

Go get him. Hurry.

Vincent?

- We're waiting for you. - I can't.

You know Vincent,

when my mom died

I went to her funeral.

You're bleeding.

I hit the wall.

Here.

Wait up.

Fuck.

Let's go.

Marie-Claude's life

was made of light and shadows.

But we do not judge her,

for God does not judge.

He knows everything about us.

We are an open book before him.

He has but one desire.

Our salvation.

Our prayer shall evoke

our many memories

of our dear Marie-Claude.

See, I visit you.

I found the flowers you loved.

The ones on your balcony.

Hello.

I was told I'd find you here.

Can we talk?

Of course.

Shall we go to the bar?

No, not a good idea.

I prefer your place.

Very well.

So, you had the baby?

Yes.

A girl.

Marvelous.

What's her name?

Eve.

My first years with my daughter were wonderful.

We truly bonded.

Things went downhill later.

Did she have a father?

Of course.

But he never looked after her.

Just gave us money, too late.

Money is not love.

It's never enough.

Have a seat.

Thanks.

I have doubts about Valérie's death.

How so?

Well, I'm not sure it was an accident

or even suicide.

I fear it may have been murder.

Because of the mushrooms?

No.

I don't suspect you directly.

Then who?

Your friend Marie-Claude's son.

Vincent!

Why him?

We received anonymous letters.

And you know his past.

He was in prison.

Do you recall where he was when Valérie died?

I remember.

Vincent was here.

Yes, he was working in the garden when I got

the call from my son-in-law Laurent...

who gave me the news.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Want some coffee?

No, thanks.

So...

what's his phone say?

That he was in Paris?

No.

We traced it to here.

He may have left it on purpose.

No!

Kids today go nowhere without their phones.

He's hardly a kid.

I understand you gave him money

to open his bar after your daughter died.

Yes.

A loan to get him started.

Did he pay you back?

Not yet.

But I trust him.

Very generous of you.

Vincent has had a difficult life.

And he's a bit...

like a son to me.

His mother and I were very close.

She asked me to help him.

Granny?

- How are you, honey? - Fine.

- How was school? - Fine.

This is my grandson, Lucas.

Hello.

He lives with me. His father lives abroad.

This is Vincent, Marie-Claude's son.

Hello, I recognize you.

And you are...?

The policewoman from Paris.

About Valérie's case.

Mind if I speak to Lucas briefly?

No.

Shall we?

- Outside? - Ok.

- The swing? - Ok.

Nice garden.

- You like it here? - Yeah, a lot.

- You like living with Granny? - Yes.

See Vincent much?

Yes, he picks me up from school and we play football.

Is he nice to you?

Very.

The building you used to live in

had a security camera.

Examining your mom's case,

I found screenshots of people entering before her accident.

We see residents going in.

And at one point, we see you.

See? That's you.

You're holding the door for a man.

We can't see his face under his hood.

Remember?

Yes.

Did you know this man?

Could it be Vincent?

No, it wasn't him.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Vincent, wanna play ball?

Let's go.

May I?

Go ahead.

- How'd it go? - Very well.

Did you get your answers?

Yes.

Since his mom died, he's...

I know.

I made a cake for my grandson.

Want some?

Sure.

How are you? Good, you? Been ages.

Give me a kiss!

Can I take your bag?

I'm ok.

Car's parked over there.

Nice trip?

Yeah.

How's it going,

Paris, university and all?

Good.

A friend of Dad's got me a cheap studio.

Great.

What do you study?

Art history.

What the hell can you do with that?

Don't know yet.

Of course you don't.

Not yet.

Got a girlfriend?

No.

And you, still no wife?

Nope.

Granny!

My sweet Lucas!

What a joy!

Hurry inside, it's cold out.

Staying for lunch? Sure.

Close the gate behind you.

Damn, this quiche is good!

Can I have some more?

Sorry, mushrooms from a can.

They're good.

You like mushrooms now?

I always did.

- How's your bar doing? - Good.

Parisians bring a lot of business.

Do you want to go to the cemetery?

You don't have to.

I went yesterday.

Your mother's grave is clean.

I brought flowers.

I don't know.

I don't like going either.

I'd rather walk in the forest.

Like we used to?

Yes.

I made a cake. Want some?

You bet.

I'll go get it.

No, let me.

Thank you, honey.

It's on the table. Bring the plates too.

The kid grew up.

Yes.

He's handsome.

Looks like his mother.

Can you get my purse from the chair, please?

Keys to the house.

It's yours now.

Thank you.

When I die, you can sell it.

As your mother wanted.

No.

I want to keep it.

I'll help you, Michelle.

I'm ok, boys.

I can still walk on my own.

Let's go.

There.

- How's the pinball machine? - I sold it.

- No! - For real.

Why? I needed money.

I liked it.

- Yeah? - Of course.

Mom...

Where's Granny?

She was right here.

Michelle!

Granny?

I'll check the car, you go that way.

Vincent...

WHEN FALL IS COMING

Subtitles by Sionann O'Neill