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1 I don't want to!

Bitch!

Mrs.

I'm sorry.

I couldn't come sooner.

I had no one for the children.

Is Antoine here?

Yes, they're upstairs.

They're in the bedroom.

Are you ok?

I'll manage.

Stay a minute if you want.

Come on, Dad.

She'd come to see you as a daughter.

That's not so great, believe me.

All those pills she'd been taking for so long.

They're what killed her.

I'm sure she was fine otherwise.

It was this house

that made her ill, my father, this family...

Shush.

Don't shush me.

Not tonight, understand? The silence is killing us.

Haven't you realised that?

My child.

Life will offer you its presents.

But first use your common sense.

And follow my plan for you Through all its events.

My child.

Do not be afraid to stray

I'm going to show you the way

I shall protect you

I have a path for you To lead you day by day.

Please heed my words

I shall not lead you astray.

Don't fret, nothing bad will happen

if you follow my advice.

Have you talked to Lili?

Have you talked to Lili?

She says your mother took too many pills.

Shit, she's paranoid.

Of course she took pills, she was ill.

You do that to treat an illness, right?

We have to move here.

- What, now? - Yes.

- With the children? - Yes.

That's absurd.

You father wouldn't agree.

We could set him up on the ground floor.

He'd be independent, and us too.

You could redecorate to make the place our own.

Redecorate?

We won't live with their old stuff.

Do you really mean that?

If we don't move here, who will?

Bob maybe?

Sabine and her three kids?

And Franck who can't even make a living.

And forget Lili.

No, there's no other solution, Marianne.

If we don't move in,

house and family will rot away.

The idea of working for your father made you sick once.

But you took over his firm. And now we live here?

With him?

I can't, Antoine.

You hear? I don't want to.

I see our relations as primordial.

That was vital for Mum, as for me

and, I'm sure, for you too.

To keep that balance, Dad wants me to supervise things.

Of course...

I've spent some nights on it since Mum's death.

Marianne can confirm that. I have to thank her,

especially as she's ready to take care of Dad.

Thank God she accepted.

We could have hired someone.

What? That's not true?

Sorry, Antoine, but do you have to treat us like idiots?

We aren't your board, you can talk to us normally.

So like Dad, it's crazy.

Ok, there's a cheque for each one of you.

Everything was scrupulously

evaluated and calculated to make things fair.

The notaries checked the accounts.

Feel free to speak up if it doesn't suit you.

Anyone want a drink?

No one?

It's Antoine's round.

He's treating us today.

You have our trust, Antoine.

Thanks for dealing with the paperwork and supporting Dad.

- It can't have been easy. - Thanks, Sabine.

Poor Antoine, as if I pity him...

Think I enjoy dealing with all this shit?

That I've no better to do?

Actually, I think it really suits you.

You act like it's a huge sacrifice, but we know you love it.

The rules were set up

by men like you for men like you.

That's just the way it is.

But don't expect me to thank you.

Sorry, don't count on me.

What are you after?

We spent weeks going over it all.

Real estate, land, furniture, silver, jewels, paintings...

So spare us your paranoia.

- I'm paranoid? - You piss me off!

Everything has been valued.

I won't let you say I get a cent more than any of you!

You can ask the notary.

I bet I can.

But the great thing would be to tell us,

if you have the guts, that you're conning us.

I barely read your letter.

Do you really plan to make us pay for the nights

we spend at our parents' home?

I just bought your shares.

This house is mine now.

Paid nights are the notary's idea.

But we can discuss it.

We discuss things now?

Have we been able to say a word so far? No.

Nothing obliged you to buy our shares.

No one asked you to.

You haven't eaten, André.

How can I swallow anything?

What's that?

It's nothing.

Nothing at all.

I'll leave this here a while longer.

In case you change your mind.

I should find this upsetting.

Looking at these old things one last time.

My childhood room...

The lost paradise.

I couldn't care less.

This has been dead to me for years.

It's nothing.

Only dust now.

I pity Lili, you know.

She hasn't realised nothing will change.

Antoine will always be the oldest.

And she'll always be a woman.

That's her curse.

He has always wanted it all, she's right.

But I have no more illusions.

I'm content with his leftovers.

And a cheque instead of this dead house...

I'll gladly take it.

Take me.

You're pathetic in your blind devotion to the old tyrant.

You still play the model children,

when all you want is his dough and his petty power.

I know you don't approve of my life,

but I don't ask you too, I'm free.

Free?

You're not free, poor Lili.

You're mad and you piss us off!

Cash your cheque and insult me all you like.

I really don't care.

Without Dad here, I'd have...

There we go... Dad!

What would you do without him?

Antoine, you're a puppet!

You're his puppet, nothing but a spoiled rich kid.

Lili, enough.

Leave her.

Listen, Lili, I don't care how you live as a hysterical spinster,

but this is my home now.

That makes you laugh? Get the hell out!

I get the message, ok. I'll just take my cheque.

Sabine,

anything to say?

I don't know, it's a pity.

A pity...

I was worried.

Why weren't you picking up?

I drove around the county. I couldn't go further.

I was worried you'd kill yourself.

When I was 15, we had an aunt, Lucie,

who drowned herself in the pond.

She had filled her pockets with stones.

The day before, she had told me, "I'm no use."

So I went to tell my parents she wanted to die.

My father slapped me.

As if I was insulting him.

Antoine never told you?

He's searching for you.

He even came to see me. He's in a total panic.

That house is too much for me.

Come to mine.

You can't become a home nurse to that old tyrant.

The children are so young.

I can't do that...

I'm not as brave as you, Lili.

- Did you sleep well? - Yes.

- I love you, angel. - Me too.

Have your breakfast.

Your tea is here, André.

Let's go.

How are you, dear?

- I'm fine. - Did it go well?

Yes, it went well.

You ok?

Hello, Marianne. Nice to see you.

- Father... - We rarely see you.

Have you forgotten us?

No, I don't think I could.

You can be proud. You have a fine young girl here.

I'm convinced this retreat was beneficial to her.

Hello, Father.

- Did it go well? - Very well.

Hello, Elena. Ok, Garance?

Dad!

How are you, son?

Great.

I didn't know you'd come.

I can't linger, I'm off to London. We sign tomorrow.

Who's coming home with me?

- Can I sit in the front? - Sure.

This way I get to see them before leaving.

See you later.

I'll be back tomorrow afternoon.

That's four red, two white and two champagne.

Alright.

Monsieur Antoine asked for that.

One bottle is six glasses.

Two glasses of red each, one of white, two of champagne...

Two glasses each? We drink much more than that.

Antoine's as tight as ever.

Double the amounts.

Can I help?

Use the embroidered tablecloth, Annette.

It needs a quick iron.

Annette tells me Lili won't be coming?

No.

You don't get on with Lili, is that it?

I get on with her.

Antoine invited her though, didn't he?

She's my daughter, as far as I know.

Antoine says she'll be welcome here if she accepts the rules.

You know how complicated it is, André.

Complicated...

What do you know about the rules?

Nothing, probably.

I suggest when Grandpa goes to heaven,

we have him stuffed.

That way, we keep him with us.

If ever he croaks.

In his chair, so you can push him.

He'll be lighter too.

It's true. They'll empty him out inside.

I think it would be a fine tribute to pay him.

We'd put him in the lounge.

- Idiots! - Come on...

What's wrong?

He's getting no better.

One joke about Grandpa and he loses it.

Can't you try to grow up?

Come on...

Don't worry.

They made fun of Grandpa.

Really?

They were saying he's old.

They talked about stuffing him.

You know they say that to wind you up.

I don't want him to die.

He won't be dying any time soon.

Take my word for it.

Give me a cuddle.

Alright...

Off you go.

My chauffeur...

Antoine isn't here tonight?

It's just us then?

Not really, no.

Ready to eat, André?

Yes.

Dad says seven per bag.

What, Froggy?

I'm not Froggy. That's too many sugared almonds.

Do we have to do this? Who eats sugared almonds these days?

Five, six, seven...

No one has ever eaten them.

But that's how it is.

I like them though.

It's my confirmation. This isn't my job.

Make an effort.

It's no use.

It's just one extra chore.

Don't you skip chores by being in boarding school?

Praise their generous hearts.

The Casellas are treating the parish.

I have homework.

No, Laure, come back.

I have to work, ok!

Never mind, let's carry on.

Marianne...

I really need some folders.

- Have you finished? - Yes.

My glasses...

Here.

Right...

Thank you.

Is my sister's room ready?

- What? - Marthe's room.

You've heard of Marthe?

My pest of a sister.

Yes, alright.

Good.

Your father's being a pain. Is your aunt staying the night?

Dad says we're spoiled,

that millions of kids worldwide are poor.

We should wear hideous clothes so wealth doesn't advantage us?

Crazy idea...

It suits Mum, she's ugly on purpose at home.

I don't say that, Dad does.

She plays the victim, does nothing.

Annette shops, Annette cooks, Annette does everything here.

And she just yells.

And, otherwise, she sulks.

Know what?

If I'd been a boy, they'd have stopped at one kid.

Laure?

Getting ready?

I'm going to need you today.

I'm revising maths at Elsa's.

Dad agreed.

Is my aunt staying? No. Make up her room? Yes.

Remember my train arrives at 3:27 pm.

Sugared almonds, done.

Marthe's room is ready.

The envelope for the priest... We mustn't forget that.

Know what you'll wear?

I'll buy you a dress in town?

No, there's no need.

How does my father seem?

In great shape.

- Did we pay the confectioner? - Of course.

Your father's asking for Lili.

You fall for all his tricks.

We could have invited her.

Certainly not.

She won't set foot in the house again.

Can you stop?

I hate being watched when I do my makeup.

Do it in private then.

Not now.

No one's around. Come over here.

Please...

Five minutes for fuck's sake.

- Five minutes... - Please stop.

Come on...

Stop!

Have you been here long, Tim?

Answer me when I speak to you.

Put the console down now.

Seen the time?

You'll wake him.

It's nearly 10 and you're not ready. Off you go.

Move, now.

See, you're waking him.

No arguing.

Hurry up and go.

Can I take my console?

Leave it here, you don't need it.

Please, I want to keep it with me.

Do as you want.

I don't give a damn.

André, wake up. It's time.

Can you hear me? Wake up.

Can't someone go?

What the hell? Marianne!

- What? - Let's go.

Antoine! Bob! The door!

Ok, I'm going.

Come on, your sister's here.

Let's welcome her.

My sister?

Why didn't you say?

I'm saying it now, André.

Hi there!

Hello, Dad.

Hello.

Hello, Grandfather.

How are you?

There he is.

- How is Dad? - Very well.

My poor brother looks a mess.

What is Marianne playing at?

Show some mercy, aunt.

Isn't that the Lord's message?

I'm so happy to see you. You're looking well.

- I'm ok. - Very elegant.

Tim was there earlier.

Your father too.

Maybe they heard everything.

Don't wait for me,

I'll catch up.

Not coming with us?

I need to check things for lunch.

See you there then?

Can I stay with you?

No, dear, you're going with the others now.

I want to stay.

Well, I want five minutes alone

to breathe without anyone bothering me.

How much?

What?

How much to stay with you?

Are you crazy?

That's not how things work.

Grandpa gave you this?

Tim, come on, let's go now!

Off you go.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

I nearly began to worry.

Grant us, God, Our Father,

what You promised in Your love.

Let Your Holy Spirit dwell in our hearts

and help us to face the world as witnesses to Christ's Gospel.

He who reigns with You

is the Holy Spirit now

and for centuries on end.

Amen.

We shall now summon the confirmands.

Are you ok? What's wrong?

Nothing.

My dear confirmands,

it is a joy for us to welcome you

in this holy place

and to give you the best the Church can provide:

the gift of God,

the Holy Spirit promised by Christ.

The one that teaches us to be configured,

to live,

to love like Christ,

and gives us the fullness of this love

that changes our lives so radically.

Marianne?

Do I know you?

Are you ok, Mum?

Yes, I'm fine, sweetie.

Are you ok?

I felt unwell, sorry.

You're pale. Shall I take you back?

Yes?

I'll get the car. Stay with Mum.

- Sure you're ok? - Yes.

I'll hurry.

BEWARE OF THE FAULTLESS MAN

I'll put it here.

Thank you.

Come on, let your mum rest.

No, I'd like him to stay with me.

- Are you sure? - He doesn't bother me.

Don't pester her.

Alright.

- Need anything? - No, I'm fine, thanks.

I'll go back then. See you later.

You're here?

A real little leech.

He doesn't bother me.

I want to talk to your mum. Off you go.

Come on.

Still in separate rooms?

So who are you fucking?

Don't say no one.

There has to be someone.

I don't care. You do as you want.

But why am I here if I can't approach you?

Such crazy times.

Photos during the ceremony and no one minds.

The sermon had a certain depth all the same.

On deportment, manners...

Laure?

Can you see how your mother is?

Go now.

Thank you.

I found it very moving.

She's here.

Better now?

I'm sorry.

- Want something to eat? - No, I'm ok.

We put a plate by for you.

I'm not hungry.

What happened? You look better.

Some good news for us?

No.

I'll be on the terrace.

She hasn't eaten.

- What? - Not a thing.

There! That makes two.

You know he works non-stop.

Victor always has better to do.

No, André...

He never comes.

André, you know how it is.

He told you he couldn't come and how sorry he was.

- I'm sorry for him and his wife. - We're all sorry.

They just bought a business. They have to take care of it.

It's all about money,

and sponging off me.

Can I ask you why Lili isn't here?

Shut up, you insufferable bat!

What?

And your son's useless too!

You don't scare me!

Enough, I'm going!

Stop shouting.

Take a hike,

with all your junk and your bloody hat too!

- Where's my bag? - Get out!

Simmer down, take a seat.

What a disgrace!

Monstrous woman!

What's going on?

Children!

Juliette!

André's going mad.

We're leaving.

Come on, children.

Move, you're in the way.

What's the matter?

You're so strange.

I can't take it anymore.

I seek the slightest gesture,

the slightest look.

It's driving me crazy.

I love you, Marianne.

It's true.

I've never told anyone that.

And I like you, Bob.

You should live your life.

What about the food

and the mess in the kitchen?

I don't know.

Fine, I'll sort it out.

Madam...

A gentleman gave me this at the gate.

Thank you, Annette.

Apparently, he's going to take photos here.

You know, Tim

you must be strict with yourself.

And like everything else,

you learn that early on.

At school, but outside of school too.

Do we understand each other?

One thing I hate in life is mediocrity.

It's the worst.

I hear a photographer's coming.

Yes, I asked him to take aerial pictures of the estate.

I wanted to mark the firm's centenary.

- He's bringing his drone tomorrow. - Great!

He won't bother you.

He'll be outside.

Where's he from?

Bob met him at a festival.

He did a good ad campaign for us.

I'd like to see his work.

I'd like to see his work.

Of course. I didn't think you'd be interested.

On that note, I might need your help tomorrow.

What for?

To show him around.

Can I see the drone too?

No, you've got school.

Imagine the project.

Yes, it's impressive.

Hello.

My wife, Marianne.

Delighted.

I've seen your work.

I'll show you the grounds before I go.

What do you want?

First you're at the church, now here.

What do you mean?

Your husband invited me...

Let's go.

My father can tell you his stories to entertain you.

Coming, Marianne?

Yes, I'll join you.

Follow me.

Will you tell me now?

Don't you remember?

It was over 20 years ago,

but I thought you'd remember.

Remember what?

Me...

When we met...

The photos...

I don't remember a thing.

Why did you bring them here?

Is it money you want?

No, not at all.

The photos belong to you.

I don't know what you want,

but you won't get it.

Lunch is served at 12:30.

My grandfather started with parachute canvas.

Then we branched out,

becoming more technical than sentimental,

but we've kept our taste for innovation and know-how.

I've put out some photos in the living room.

If it interests you, after lunch.

Thank you.

Please, help yourself.

There were some years,

we took photos every season, like a sort of ritual.

But,

as time went by, with things being the way they are,

the habit faded into oblivion.

Shall I serve you, André?

Please.

I promise you,

it's pure chance.

I saw your photo on your husband's desk.

I didn't know you'd married a Casella.

I've never forgotten your gaze.

Stop, that's enough.

You really don't remember?

A man insulted you at a bus stop.

You looked terrified.

So, I suggested a walk in the park to take your mind off it.

You cried for a long time.

And you let me take your photo.

Your mother was ill, you had to go and see her.

We met a few days later.

She had died.

Then you disappeared.

I never gave you the photos.

I did all I could to find you.

I looked for months.

I didn't even know your last name.

Let me know once you've finished.

They bought plots of land here, about 15 years ago.

It was to preserve the view.

To prevent houses springing up like mushrooms.

Where was the park?

What park?

The one in the photos.

Saint Léonard Park.

They've redone it since.

You lived nearby, didn't you?

Rue Laval.

Number 23.

A little house, but it's gone now.

Let me take your photo again.

I don't know.

We'll see.

Can I at least ask your name?

Your maiden name.

It's silly, but

I always thought if I'd known it,

everything could've been different.

I have to fetch my son.

The guy doesn't look much, but his work's great.

That said, the drone does it all.

It would've been cheaper to buy one ourselves.

Did he say he was from here?

Marianne?

What are you doing?

Stop it.

Marianne, stop it!

Kiss me.

Kiss me.

- Please, kiss me... - Stop it.

Marianne, enough.

Marianne!

I'll go.

Please excuse me, take a seat.

I'm sorry, this may sound rather blunt,

but Laure has been saying

her mother died in childbirth.

Laure told several boarders this,

then the dorm matron,

and some of the teachers.

It got back to me,

and when I called her in,

Laure said, "I know what I meant."

Teenagers make up stories.

It's typical of girls her age.

But what alarmed me

is that her story was very sophisticated,

and she repeated it untiringly.

Laure claims she was brought up by her Aunt Lili.

Lili?

You know her, my sister Émilie.

She's a top lawyer, an excellent role model.

It's no excuse,

but it's understandable she'd have a certain influence.

Your sister is a character.

I think Laure can admit her trick was in very bad taste.

Trick?

You knew what you meant?

So, tell us.

What did you mean exactly?

Laure, what did you mean?

It was just an image.

She kills me off, and I can't ask why?

Look, Marianne...

Excuse me, Mother,

but I'd like to speak to Laure alone.

Do you mind?

Not at all, go ahead.

- Thank you. - You're welcome. Goodbye!

Sorry.

I'll get back to class?

What did you say to her?

Nothing. I just told her to apologise.

That's all?

What could I have said?

She's a teenager, trying to stand out from the crowd.

What about Lili?

What?

You banish her, but now she's an excellent role model.

Exactly.

That's the whole problem.

Shall we go?

I wasn't sure it was here.

I didn't know this place.

Very pretty.

I came here as a child.

My father would fish.

He'd built a sort of cabin.

And he'd bring me.

He left when I was 12.

Out of the blue, and he never came back.

I kept coming here.

Until my mother died, then I stopped.

It was the first place I thought of.

I know you despise my husband.

And me too.

- Not at all. - You despise the fact I married him.

You're not the only one, don't worry.

The Casella son marrying some girl from nowhere.

Nobody could believe it.

Everyone thought I was after his money.

But I wasn't.

We were madly in love.

He was so handsome.

He was sure of himself.

He was sure of me.

I felt so alive.

That felt so good.

Antoine!

Wake up, it's now.

- Wake up. - What?

It's now.

Fuck, are you sure?

Yes, come on, hurry.

Fuck, what time is it?

I don't know.

Hold on. Are you sure?

- Hurry up. - I'll get dressed.

What are you doing?

I don't know.

- Are you praying? - No, I'm not.

I saw you on your knees.

But today's different, isn't it?

Come on.

Mr Casella, you can go in.

It's a girl.

Now I know. He was praying for a boy,

an heir to succeed him, like for his father and grandfather.

After that, things were never the same.

First of all, we had to do it again.

Every day, for months.

There was nothing I could do, I was empty.

As if my body were resisting.

He took me to the doctors, put me on medication.

But it didn't work.

Until I got pregnant again.

At first, he found it suspicious.

But when he found out it was a boy...

His relief was obscene.

I think that was the most hurtful part.

At least I'd given a son

to the Casella family,

the long-awaited heir.

I thought it'd change things.

But no...

Nothing changes.

Nothing ever changes in families like that.

Do you have children?

No.

Well, at school,

my daughter says I died giving birth to her.

She doesn't know how right she is.

What are you doing here?

What are these little secrets?

You searched my things?

Give me those.

It's none of your business.

Does Antoine know?

Get out.

Get out.

Where the hell were you?

It's been half an hour.

I was on the phone.

While you chitchat...

I wasn't.

I can't feel my leg,

it's excruciating.

It's terribly painful.

I'm confused. Can you feel it or not?

They've all told me I'll become totally paralysed.

And maybe today's the day, while you were chitchatting away.

I'll take you to hospital.

What? You're talking nonsense.

No, I'm sure you're right.

It could be serious.

You're not a doctor.

Precisely, André. I'm not even a nurse.

That's why I'm taking you, so you can see professionals.

They'll take good care of you.

What if they keep me in?

- Come on, let's go. - No...

I can feel it again.

I can feel...

I can feel my toes.

And my heel now too.

Let's go anyway.

It must be serious, we can't take the risk.

Here, take your stick.

Imagine if by tonight you can't feel your knees,

or your hips, it'll be too late...

It's better.

I'm fine now...

Antoine would've called an ambulance by now.

The feeling's coming back...

There's nothing they can do.

Knowing the emergency department,

it's full of lousy, useless trainees.

We'll demand the senior doctor.

If you think it's that easy...

Of course it is, you're a Casella.

The Casella men live to a ripe old age.

None of them have ever been in a nursing home.

They're very proud of that.

As for the women,

they can be sent to the psych ward.

They go to see the family doctor.

And then they're sent away

to rest or get away from it all...

What happened in the hotel room?

Did we sleep together?

No.

Do you really think it would've been different

if you'd known my maiden name?

I'm sure of it.

Why have I forgotten it all?

It's as if since Antoine,

everything else has ceased to exist.

It's that house,

it's his family,

they've buried me, I let myself get sucked in.

Leave.

Come with me.

He'd stop me from seeing the children, I couldn't bear it.

They mustn't end up like them.

Come with me.

I mean it.

What were you thinking?

You don't go to hospital for pins and needles.

Why didn't you call me before panicking?

No, you rushed to hospital without a thought.

Even Dad didn't understand.

He said he was at your mercy.

Those were his words.

I can believe it.

The senior doctor says they're keeping him in.

Who knows for how long...

And Sabine's off on holiday at the end of the week...

We'll postpone our trip.

We can wait.

You maybe, but not me.

I won't delay our holiday.

I'll stay then.

No... Me, alone with the kids?

No, I need a holiday.

Go on your own then. We'll take turns.

That way someone can read to him and feed him.

Apparently, he hasn't even the strength to hold a spoon.

And I'm the one who's imagining things...

Don't roll your eyes, you don't give a shit what I think.

Don't be so vulgar.

It's every day.

The children, your dad...

Of course, the Casellas can't afford

someone to wash him and listen to him ramble.

No, of course not.

That'd be money down the drain.

And what use would the wives be?

Money mustn't ease their duties.

Give it a rest.

And where were you this afternoon?

You dump my father in hospital and go silent.

I needed some air.

Some air?

If you need rest, I know good places.

You don't realise,

but I hate seeing my father decline like this.

He's aged 10 years. He's become an old man.

I'm not saying it's easy, nor that we'll sort it tonight,

but we'll find a solution, won't we? Are you listening?

Yes,

but I'm going to bed.

Don't you want to sort this out?

Can we do it tomorrow?

Good night.

Good night.

My angel...

You have to wake up.

Come on.

Enjoying your croissant?

Can your mum have a bit?

Thanks.

Where are we going?

I have to make a phone call.

No idea, a few more hours.

Talk to you later.

What are we doing, Mum?

What do you mean?

I don't know.

I don't know what we're doing. Let's go for a drive.

I wanted to see Grandpa.

Not today, my darling.

But he's all alone in hospital.

I don't want to leave him there.

Want to call him to see how he is?

Tell him we can't come.

Go on, send him your love.

Grandpa!

Yes, I'm fine and you?

We have to come and get you!

I don't know. We're on a country road.

I don't know, I'll ask Mum.

How far away are we?

We're not going to the hospital, my angel.

But I want to see Grandpa.

I don't know...

She doesn't know.

We'll do our best to be there for lunch.

I can't wait to see you too.

See you later.

Coming?

Wait for me, Tim.

Hello, Grandpa.

Mrs Casella...

Everything ok?

Do you need anything?

Is it your father-in-law?

He'll be home soon. He's well.

Actually, he can't wait to leave.

Have a good day.

Just ask if you need something.

Marianne?

No, I'm not interested. No, thank you.

Fucking nuisance...

Tim, what did Mum say?

Nothing.

Nothing? She just left, without a word?

You don't know either, Annette?

No, I've no idea...

Come on.

We'll finish later.

Could she have run away?

Run away? She's not a teenager.

Just wait then.

Wait...

Are you kidding? Wait for what? For how long?

She's gone totally crazy.

I knew she was fragile but this is absurd.

You saw at the confirmation.

And then, abandoning Tim at the hospital.

Her golden child, Tim...

Maybe she's having an affair.

What are you on about?

Perhaps she's not alone.

With who then?

Maybe she's fucking some guy just to piss me off.

The photographer?

Sameck?

He's been hanging around her for days.

I'll call him.

This is Antoine Casella.

No, I'm not calling about your photos.

I'm looking for my wife,

and you know where she is.

Yes, Mrs Casella.

Listen...

Don't take me for a fool,

it could cost you dearly.

- He hung up. - What did he say?

He's playing us.

He said he has no idea.

She'll come crawling back within a day.

Like last time.

Are you ok?

Where were you?

Dad's looking for you.

Tell me, where?

At Lili's?

I'm going to leave.

I know you'll understand.

Because you've been asking me to do it for years.

I'm not dead.

I'm here.

I'll be here, my angel.

Mr Sameck?

Yes.

This is for you.

Where is she?

I can't tell you.

I'm sorry.

Subtitles by Ian Burley & Sophia Till.

Subtitling: TransPerfect Media France