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"Every now and then, I feel as if I were...
"the seasons.
"The months of January,
"May,
"November.
"I am one with the mud,
"the fog,
"and the dawn."
Romane?
The power's gone out again.
THE SEASONS
SPRING
It's not just...
It's not just a nightmare
It's not just a nightmare
This woman in great despair
Romane!
She's not picking up.
I knew we shouldn't have come here. It was a mistake.
- Go ahead, say it. - What?
It's my fault she ran away.
We got here yesterday and it's already a mess.
It's her childhood too, Camille.
We came to help empty the house. You two have tension.
It's great.
It's not over yet.
I'm working on the ending.
But I like the lyrics.
You seemed pretty pissed off.
I started writing it during lockdown.
I was a bit pissed off.
I bet.
Everyone was terrified back home.
The oldies were freaking out big time.
Well, as the city with the oldest population...
It could be gone in a heartbeat.
I'm here for a few days.
Fortunately, my dad came.
Nothing beats being stuck with my mom for two whole days.
Are your parents divorced?
My mother left my father for his best friend.
He must be pissed.
No, he's not.
It's over with the best friend too anyway.
He moved to the other side of the world.
The furthest away from my mother.
Now she's single.
She's just a pain.
At least it's entertaining.
My parents don't even talk anymore.
They just stare at their screens.
Do you want to dream?
I don't know if...
I'm not forcing anyone.
- It's just to relax a bit. - Okay.
Let's do it.
Martin?
Romane?
You're back.
I got back a few days ago.
Can I get some water?
Here.
Why are you here?
I fucked up, Martin.
I didn't know where to go.
Don't tell my parents.
They're going to kill me if they find out I took drugs.
Hold on...
- What did you take? - A pill.
A boy gave it to me earlier.
Okay. Just a pill?
Lie down, Romane.
You're going to be fine.
Breathe.
Breathe, Romane.
You just need to calm down. Okay?
Hi.
In the bedroom upstairs.
I'm going to head home.
I don't want you to go.
No one is leaving. Calm down.
We're all staying.
Sing me the song, Martin.
From when you were a kid?
A wave, a wave of melancholy
Long before we met
I longed for a quiet melody
Long before you came to be
What a strange ride life is
Days are filled with maybes
Had a few things played out differently
You would look just like me
Is there anything more moving
Than these two angels bonding
Can they see how grateful they should be
To have you around daily?
Growing apart as we age
You become her spitting image
You are the time that flies
A grace that never dies
Wait. I'm coming with you.
- So you sold the house? - Yes.
Where will you live?
I'll try to find a place until the end of the school year.
Pins mentioned a friend of his working in an agency.
That's great.
I just can't... picture it.
Who are the buyers?
They're Parisians.
They bought it sight unseen and made an offer the very next day.
Paris, Les Sables... big change.
Why didn't you call when you got back?
Camille, I went away to forget you.
Do you understand?
You weren't the first on my list, sorry.
I wanted a child, you didn't.
You left me to write your novel, there's not much to say.
Are you okay?
Yes.
- Yes. - Okay.
I'm leaving.
No, stay. I'll make you a coffee.
I was scared.
She's fine, Alex.
She just did a stupid thing, as we all have.
The Fox and the Hound.
Thanks for being here for her.
Look...
She turned to someone reliable.
She's always had good intuition.
It wasn't easy for her.
You and Camille breaking up.
She misses you a lot.
She's a great kid.
You're lucky.
She's stubborn but...
she has a good heart.
And you...
Will you go to sea again?
I must say, after two years...
switching from one boat to another...
It feels good to take a break.
What have you been up to?
Nothing really.
I'm rediscovering everyday life.
It's a full-time job.
I took up reading, you know.
Were you tortured?
Not even.
What did you start with, Katie Morag?
Close. Madame Bovary.
I liked it.
I hope season two will be as good.
Madame Bovary.
About a cuckolded doctor. Right up your alley.
What about you?
How are you?
Is the hospital still a mess?
It's even worse than that.
We're exhausted. Really.
They keep cutting beds.
The other day, I swear...
I nearly hit breaking point.
Fortunately, I have Alice.
She's strong for the both of us.
Are you two getting along well?
Fine.
I mean, we're trying...
We're trying for a kid.
It's a bit of a struggle.
Except she's young, and I...
I'm not so spry.
To old age.
Romane.
Sweetie, we need to talk about last night.
Give me a break.
Of all these months,
which one is mine?
Hello.
Hello.
Alex offered to let me stay last night.
Do you want a coffee?
Yes, please.
Hi.
Can you get the cups?
- Yes. - Thanks.
Hi, Martin.
- Are we out of Nutella? - Romane ate it all.
Your uncle is working on his muffin top.
What muffin top?
The belly pooch.
You two are such haters.
Hi, goofballs.
Mom?
Martin. It's good to see you.
Yeah, good to see you too.
- Why are you here? - To help you pack.
That's absurd.
Stop that, will you?
You can't be serious.
I'm here now. And we need to find a solution.
For what?
I talked to the Reno guy.
He filed for bankruptcy. He's ditching us.
Good luck finding someone in the next three months.
We have to bring the wiring up to code.
Now...
- None of my business anymore. - Martin?
You've worked construction.
Could you take a look?
Yes.
Yes, I can.
It won't leave your girlfriend hanging?
Don't, Mom.
I don't have one.
Very well.
We said no phones at the table.
Come on, you tweetaholic. Log off.
I preferred when you were in finance.
Did you change jobs?
He did.
He's a professional conman now. As Dad says.
Is that right?
I said her uncle successfully changed careers
into the personal development field.
How are your studies, Romane?
Fine.
But I don't like math, it sucks.
But you're pursuing a Bac C diploma, aren't you?
We don't say that anymore.
She'll do whatever she likes.
She's a smart girl.
It would be a shame if she narrowed down her options.
Math isn't for me.
I didn't like it at first either.
It was a calling.
And as such, it needed training.
You have to practice, again and again.
It's a muscle.
Exactly, it's a muscle.
It's a muscle.
Here we go again.
You're rambling.
Suzanne?
Coming.
Camille,
her condition's gotten worse.
- Do you need me to come? - No, thank you.
Hello, Mado.
It's Camille.
I brought them from Cayola Bay.
Stop talking to me like I'm some sort of old hag.
Do I ever complain about your piano?
That damn piano of yours!
You're the loudest person in here.
Your daughter, that poor darling.
You're always on her case, making her feel insecure.
Mado.
It's Camille.
Camille, your granddaughter.
Suzanne plays piano.
Same difference.
Why are you here?
I wanted to tell you...
We sold your house.
What house?
Villa Jacqueline.
Now...
stop going on about this house.
The weeds...
You know how to do it.
I taught you. Do you remember?
Yeah, pull them out by the root.
That's right.
Otherwise...
they multiply.
Your mother...
Poor thing, she couldn't do it.
But you...
You're different.
My Camomile.
You...
You always keep the bad seeds to yourself.
There, there.
Everything passes.
I can't wait.
Now.
I'll be right back.
Mom?
What are you doing here?
I needed a smoke.
Does your dad know you smoke?
Yeah.
No one tells me anything.
You'd need to be around for that.
Can't we stop this? Both of us.
Stop what?
Romane, I know you would've wanted a different mother.
Wanted me to be different.
And I'm trying to be.
I was 7 when you left with Martin.
And you couldn't even make that work.
You don't give a shit.
Watch your mouth, Romane.
Just my mother.
Romane.
Camille? Do you have a tarp?
Here?
A tarp?
Yes, to protect the floor.
I'll find one.
In the shed.
At the back of the garden.
Okay, thanks.
No.
Patricia, all I can see is that you're not with me.
No, you're not.
So let's do like we did last time. Let's breathe.
I'll do it with you. I'm here with you.
Let's visualize together
some sort of wheel the size of a tangerine, all right?
This wheel will connect us, all right?
With each breath we take, we get closer through our screens.
With me.
- Hi. - Getting closer.
I came back for the repairs.
Right.
Hi.
Just a moment.
How is it going?
Fine.
I'm working too.
How is it going?
Fine.
Sorry about that.
It's going fine. It's not surgery.
This a bad time?
No.
What's wrong?
We do look alike.
Yes, I think we do.
Mom?
What happened?
Hold on.
Hold on.
Here.
How long have you and Dad been together again?
What are you talking about?
Be honest with me.
He's been very...
Where will the piano go?
To a day hospital.
Pins knows someone who does art therapy there.
It'll be in good company with the lunatics.
It'll be right at home.
I haven't smoked in ages.
- You talk like your daughter. - I don't.
My daughter is like, "This sucks."
"Big time."
Do you remember when she was a baby?
A small baby.
Will it be okay?
What?
Romane.
Yeah.
Of course she'll be okay.
It's just that...
She's not a lap cat. She just needs to live free, that's it.
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Are you smoking pot?
Hanging out in the garden like teens and I wasn't invited, unforgivable.
Here.
You guys are insane. Thank you.
We don't yet know how fast this thing is going to kick in.
Very fast.
Well.
Are we staying here or are we up for a three-way?
The question I've waited 30 years to hear.
Are you scared to find out who's best?
I don't think you're good enough to beat me at ping-pong.
For a three-way?
Give me the ball.
Do you want me to mimic the sound?
You didn't answer, Alex.
What do I notice first in a woman?
- Yes, in a woman. - Her first-aid kit.
I've had my fair share of that...
with my patients.
And you, Camille?
- Me? - Yeah.
I always notice the shoes first.
Shoes!
- Loafers for instance. - Yeah?
Well, he could be the most handsome man ever...
- It's a no. - Even tasseled ones?
- Hold on... - Especially not tasseled ones.
That's what I was wearing at our wedding.
I can't believe this.
That explains a lot.
Finally. Come on.
Since it's just us now...
- Go ahead. - Massimo.
- I finished my novel. - You're kidding.
No way.
Hope you're ready, geezers.
Because you're going down.
All right.
I'm done.
Romane, don't you want to sing us a song?
- With the guitar. - My guitar is broken.
- Is it? - No, your mom changed the chord.
No excuses.
Come on.
Romane...
Okay.
She stood completely bare
Virtuous beyond compare
Giving life to name a few
Her essence shining through
She is our maker
We loved her
To better control her
And steal her luster
But we are reversing
She is fuming
Her green ornament missing
We are losing our water
But we are reversing
She is fuming
Her green ornament missing
We are losing our water
Our Earth
Our mother
Our Earth
Our mother
It's not just a nightmare
For this woman in great despair
That's her in the looking glass
To forget herself, she smokes grass
She has lungs problems
The pain never ends
She longs for a polar embrace
But we are reversing
She is fuming
Her green ornament missing
We are losing our water
But we are reversing
She is fuming
Her green ornament missing
We are losing our water
She only smiles at sundown
Or during lockdown
When the world slows down
Her soul shines brightly
But let her join the party
She is the one who made us
She deserves the greatest
This pretty Earth
This pretty Earth
This pretty Earth
This pretty Earth
This pretty Earth
But we are reversing
She is fuming
Her green ornament missing
We are losing our water
Our Earth
Our mother
Our Earth
Our mother
Come on.
Come on, push it. Push.
Hold on, it'll be easier this way.
That's it.
There you go!
So...
Just keep pedaling, don't stop.
Don't stop. Get on.
Okay.
Go ahead, pedal!
Don't ever stop.
Don't stop!
Mom?
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