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Joël!

Joël!

Mind the lady!

Sorry about that.

I know...

Joël!

- The lady. - Silly old bag.

Joël...

She pisses everyone off, she's so slow.

You're cold.

No.

Want to dry off?

No. I'm training.

For Crystal Island.

Antarctica's for two sorts of people.

Are you a scientist?

No.

Are you a naturalist?

- Dunno... - No!

So, why go to the South Pole?

What do you know?

How would you survive?

I'd manage, on my own...

You wouldn't miss me?

A little.

What?

Just a little.

A little?

Just a little.

Just a little? What a terrible son!

Show your mum some respect!

The evening isn't doable?

5 pm is out of the question for me.

I'd need to find someone for my son.

I work...

I can tell you right now, it'll be almost impossible...

I'd have to rearrange everything.

It has to be the evening.

Yes.

Yes...

Yes, I understand.

No, but I'm telling you, there's no point...

Ok, you can try...

Hold on.

One second.

Excuse me, do you have an appointment?

I think it's with me. I won't be long.

Yes, sorry. Right, let's do that.

Great, at the end of the day.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Hi, girls.

Follow me. It's this way.

You have lovely skin.

Thanks.

- Are you a student? - I'm at high school.

Do you like it?

It's ok.

And after your exams?

I'd like to do Art History, but I'm scared I'll end up teaching.

Teaching's good, isn't it?

Yeah, but I want to be a curator.

What's a curator again?

The person who organises exhibitions and stuff.

Of course.

Exactly.

Now that sags over time.

One day perky, the next...

Sorry, that tickles actually.

Sorry.

You can turn over now. Face me, knees bent.

Open your legs.

There you go.

That's it.

Not changed yet?

I'm coming.

Océane?

Not here...

Where then?

- Someone might catch us. - Who cares?

- You alright, Joël? - Fine.

- Joël, hurry up, we're leaving. - I'm here.

Joël, cut the extra-curriculars.

- At night... - You need to sleep.

When I was little, I had whooping cough.

She watched over me for hours.

Eventually, roles reverse.

Yes, they do.

To be honest...

we didn't get on very well.

Don't worry.

Who gets on well with their mother?

Do you know anyone?

I don't.

I'll leave you for now.

See you later.

Speed up!

Go!

Mona?

Yeah?

You ok?

We made a tart.

Baked with love.

He always overdoes it with the sprinkles.

Fucking hell.

They bust my teeth!

That bridge cost me a bomb.

Is it good?

Yes, of course.

A headbutt now...

Wait.

I'm waiting.

These are for you.

You look sad.

Where'd you get those?

The building's flowerbeds.

Joël.

Can I talk to you?

Sure.

No, it's nothing.

I kept the roots, so I can replant them for you.

They'll die if not.

Thank you, darling.

Thank you.

A while ago, we did sex education.

We explained how to use a condom.

I know Joël was rather...

keen to ask questions.

Océane too.

Maybe she told you.

She didn't seem...

She never spoke to me about touching...

We don't discuss intimacy. I knew about her and Joël...

I thought they'd dabble, but never...

And you didn't think to talk to her?

I know Océane has needs.

To be held, pampered, kissed and cuddled.

Like any child.

- Love, kisses, cuddles... - No, but...

- She's no child, Mr Pujol. - I know my daughter.

Do you know what she told me?

She said...

"Dad, I made love with Joël."

We held hands, looked into each other's eyes,

and we made love." That's sex for her.

Sorry, Mr Pujol, but you're in denial.

I caught them at it once.

Listen, your job

is to see her consent is respected.

It's your duty of care.

We support Océane and Joël in their work life.

- And their sex life. - Stop.

For them, this is very important.

Try to understand.

They had sex, they didn't just hold hands.

I already alerted you.

Do you remember, Mrs Pujol?

You never replied, so I'm telling you now.

You needed to discuss contraception.

I remember Océane had the implant.

Here, all the girls have one.

But it's not up to us...

Wait. She hated the implant, ok?

She'd pinch it. She had bruises.

I couldn't let her keep it.

The damage is done.

What does Océane say? What does she want?

What do you expect?

Stop talking for her.

She may want the baby.

Are you kidding? They're both under guardianship.

You think they'll cope with a baby?

Mrs Ortiz?

He's just under parental authority,

he doesn't belong to me.

What do you think?

About that...

What do I think?

I'll admit, I have no idea.

So, you don't know. You don't think.

Do you really know your son?

And your daughter?

- Yes, I do. - Really?

Let me tell you,

I'm going to the police.

To the police?

For abuse of a vulnerable person.

My daughter won't be mistreated.

You must be joking, you think... What about my son?

Control him better!

Gabriel, enough.

He's just...

He's worked up.

I'll be in touch.

- We'll get back to you. - Take care.

Where's Séverine?

I asked her to leave us two alone.

She agreed, and said she trusted me.

Lucky girl.

Three shots of caramel vodka, please.

Thanks.

Did you leave Joël home alone?

- Yeah. - Perfect.

- I'm easing off. - Good.

Who knows what I'll find when I get back.

Drama queen.

You alright?

Yeah, just tired.

We've lost her.

I'm running dry. May I?

Yes. Of course.

Haven't we met before?

I don't think so.

I'm not local.

Where you from?

Belgium.

Whereabouts?

Charleroi, for the moment.

Voted the world's ugliest city.

Yes, but it's changing.

Everything changes.

That's true.

I haven't been to Belgium for ages.

That so?

I don't have very good memories.

Why?

Someone, who meant a lot...

Wait.

Sorry.

Don't worry.

It's been a while.

What's that?

Parakeets. They're lovebirds. Always fighting.

Got to cover them.

I'll be back.

How long has it been for you?

A little while.

Have you got another parakeet?

What?

Do you have someone?

Yeah.

Not in the way you think. But yeah.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Get out!

Calm down.

Joël!

Let him go.

Look at me.

Joël, calm down.

Breathe.

Look at me, Joël.

Breathe. Calm down.

Look at me.

Joël, don't panic. He's a friend.

He's not going to hurt us.

Breathe.

Take deep breaths. That's it.

Calm down.

Deep breaths.

That's good.

That's good.

Come on, get up.

Don't stay there.

Let me help you.

There we go.

Lie down.

You have to go.

I'm coming, darling.

Will I see you again?

How was it?

- What? - The meeting.

Informative.

At six weeks, you can still...

I know.

Océane's dad doesn't agree.

He doesn't get to decide.

Ok?

I hope you love her, Joël.

For your sake.

But do you want this baby, Océane?

Yes.

Was it planned?

No, not really.

But we're happy.

You see?

Yes, I see.

Ok.

Have you talked to anyone?

To understand what it is to have a baby?

Yes.

What should you do, Océane?

Feed it, love it, change it.

Easier said than done.

If it cries, what do you do?

Hold it in my arms.

- Wrong answer? - No.

Not at all.

That's exactly what to do.

Your mum asked if we could all talk together.

- Is that ok? - Yes.

- You don't have to. - It's fine.

Come in.

Joël, could you...

It's great you're here, but this is girl stuff.

I'll be outside, in case you need me.

So, we've talked about the basics.

We assessed whether Océane thought she could...

Obviously, she's going to say she can.

Please,

Mrs Pujol.

It's just that...

My husband has doubts concerning...

Océane's consent.

And I don't know...

Océane,

did you have sex to get pregnant?

Yes.

- Did you want to? - Yes.

So, you're here to discuss...

I wanted to ask about...

a termination.

She can take a pill, it's still early days.

It won't be traumatic.

That's not a question for me, Mrs Pujol.

Océane,

your mum's worried.

It's natural, she loves you, she wants this to work out.

But it's your decision.

Do you want to end this pregnancy?

No.

There's your answer.

Hello.

I wanted to say...

My husband was out of order.

He was in shock.

He won't press charges.

I'm really sorry.

No worries. Thanks.

Let's go up.

Visiting hours are until 8 pm.

Why?

To see Grandma.

But why?

I'll miss her, I think you will too.

You might regret it...

Why are you talking like she's already dead?

I want the baby with Océane.

I have the right.

You have the right.

Where we going?

For a ride.

Shall we get going?

Can I send a postcard?

Yes.

Why don't you get one by the sea?

We're headed there.

It'd be nicer.

Ok...

Are we going to Antarctica?

Yes.

What is it?

What is it?

No, put it down.

- Want a kiss? - No.

- Yes, you do. - Stop it.

Joël, stop it!

I hate that!

Put it down.

No!

Enough.

Joël, I'm not joking. That's enough.

Got a stamp?

It's for Océane.

Apple and caramel?

For Madam.

And the sugar crêpe?

Thanks. It's good to see the sea.

It's quite rough, but you'll see,

the North Sea is magnificent.

Yes...

- Everything alright? - Yes, great.

- Bon appétit. - Thanks.

Stop it, Joël.

What are you doing?

Since when do you cut up my food?

It's crazy.

I'm not stupid. I can cut up my own food.

Excuse me, Joël.

It's nothing. I did it without thinking, to help you.

You're not helping. You're annoying me.

God knows what's up with you...

We're not going to Antarctica.

The North Sea isn't on the way to the South Pole.

You think I'm dumb.

Nonsense. It's up to us.

I can see the sea if I want. I took a detour.

I'm allowed to.

Liar.

You're not helping, Joël.

Neither are you.

Stop that right now.

I do what I want.

You do what you want? No, you don't.

You don't get to do that.

What do you want? To embarrass us here.

To have a kid.

To go to Antarctica with it.

What the fuck do you expect, Joël?

Think about it!

If you're an adult, consider the consequences.

Think your stunt in the toilets

will end in happily ever after with your kid?

Of course not! You idiot.

Think a bit!

Maybe you think it's easy.

It wasn't an accident.

Well then...

I'm delighted.

I'm thrilled, really. It was planned.

Fucking marvellous.

Marvellous.

Icing on the cake.

Is everything ok?

It comes to 32 euros. How will you pay?

Card.

Excuse me...

I think I've lost my son in the store.

- Could you... - His name?

Joël.

Little Joël's mother is waiting at the front desk.

I repeat...

Little Joël's mother is waiting at the front desk.

Fuck...

Excuse me!

Shit...

- You can't enter the town. - I have to.

Sorry, traffic is banned during the parade.

Ok, but I need to get to the police station.

Hello.

I'm here to report

a missing person.

Let's get you out.

You're not well.

Leave me be.

Hold on a second.

We can do a photo after.

Stay in the crowd.

Stay here.

I'll stay too.

Careful.

Stay with me.

Hello, it's Mona.

Are you ok?

You're back in Charleroi?

Alright...

How's work going?

Yes.

Good. That's good.

Actually, I'm in Belgium.

I'm near Mons.

I don't know...

I wanted to eat fries.

I'll meet you half-way?

Hold on...

Mona!

Are you mad?

Honestly...

The shock can kill you.

No.

That's bullshit.

At worst, I could get hypothermia.

If I stay in a long time.

It wouldn't be much of a loss.

Climb out here.

Come on, get out.

Come on in.

No way.

Not my thing at all.

Sickos have dumped corpses in there.

I'll be company for them.

Cut it out...

- Hello. - Good evening.

Do you have a room for two, please?

A room for two...

Number 8, but it's street-side.

That doesn't matter.

It'll be perfect.

Could I see some ID, please?

- You have my... - Yes, sorry.

Was this Joël?

Yes, they had to get him out fast.

But, apparently,

it wasn't that...

No other children?

No.

One was enough.

And you?

I have a daughter.

In high school.

She's a good kid.

Yeah.

There you go.

Just a sec.

Séverine?

Frank!

Wait, Frank, please.

- Please... - I can't.

Why not?

Why not?

Because it's insane. No one does that.

Does what?

I just don't understand you. It's beyond me.

You don't leave someone who's...

your son.

He's at the risk of every danger. It's serious.

It's desertion.

Don't you dare.

No, don't you dare.

Ok? You don't go lecturing to me.

Forget it, we can't even talk.

No, you're right.

No, it's no use talking.

We could have done this...

right.

Done what?

Is getting organised so hard?

Can things be organised?

Don't you realise?

What have I been doing for years now?

I organise things.

I organise, I plan, I anticipate.

I've done it on my own for years.

Frank, don't you get that?

It's unbearable to hear that, shit!

I try to live a bit now and then.

Like with you, and at home when you were there.

When you were there...

He couldn't bear it because...

He can't bear much. That's a "different" child for you.

Different... Fuck.

Fuck.

I don't mind raising him alone,

but I wanted a normal one.

A normal one!

That's the forbidden word.

We can't say it, we mustn't!

Normal, that's what I wanted!

Keep it down!

Shut the fuck up, you!

Shit...

I'm ashamed, ok?

It was...

the first time I'd been able to live

as if he weren't there.

That's it.

Are you crazy?

He matches the lady's description.

- What lady? - The French one.

Shit.

Don't you read stuff? He's totally lost.

I just didn't have time.

Ok, Mr Morawski?

Don't worry, we're going to your dad's.

Your mum gave us the address.

Did you know about the parade?

You're lucky. You came on the right day.

You saw the horse?

It weighs over 600 kilos.

It takes 15 men to carry it.

The guys who carry the giants train all year.

Today, one of them

tripped and fell.

He ended up on a stretcher.

But it's ok, he's doing alright.

Hi.

You haven't changed.

Rubbish.

Well...

It's nice here.

Yes.

Yes. Thank you.

Sorry, but I'm in no mood for small talk.

Me neither.

Where is he?

I put him in the girls' playroom.

Alright.

- Can you leave us, please? - Yes.

Sorry.

It's ok.

He's not like I imagined.

Really?

Yes.

I don't look much like him,

do I?

A little.

Look at me.

Yes, it's true, not much.

Are you there?

Look, I found him...

It's an old parka of mine.

- He's tall, but I think... - It's ok, it's not cold out.

Jeanne, please.

Who's that?

It's Mona.

And Joël.

Yeah...

Alright, I'll see you off.

No. Why?

No.

It'd be good to talk a little.

I don't know what you've started to...

- I don't know. - You haven't talked?

I don't know how, or even if he'll understand.

But he isn't...

Jeanne!

Please.

This'll only take five minutes. Wait...

Be right back.

What's your problem? Tell me.

I want to go to the toilet but there's no paper.

It's in the bottom drawer. You know that.

Pipe down, I'm trying to work.

Justine, close your door and you won't hear.

Girls, give me a few minutes.

Sorry, this is kind of unexpected.

It's a lot for the girls.

The girls?

- They're not used to it. - To what?

Nothing. All this...

Ok, they don't know. You never told them.

Can we talk about this outside?

No, here is fine.

Not with the kids here.

Ok, give it a rest.

Get your hands off me, ok!

Calm down!

Ok, don't start...

Stop it!

Let go of me!

Get off!

Jeanne!

- Are you ok? - It hurts.

It's alright.

Ok, sweetie? Look at me.

- What's wrong? - I banged my head.

Hold on, sweetie.

Joël, can you get it?

Excuse me.

Actually, I'm in Belgium.

No, everything's fine. He's right here with me.

Yes, alright.

Let's do that.

Goodbye.

Are you ok, sweetie?

Who was that?

Océane's mother.

- What did she want? - She was worried.

We'll be going now anyway.

No.

I'll go on my own.

That's over.

What are you talking about?

I'll go to Océane.

Without you.

We drag each other down.

Shall I call a transport firm?

I looked into companies that do it while I was waiting for you.

I found one that seems pretty good.

We'll do that, yes. Thanks.

Tell him.

Stop.

You'll soon be a grandfather.

Congratulations.

Hi.

Did I...

Did I sleep a long time?

15 hours.

Oh, right.

Can I

plug this thing in?

Want a coffee?

Please, I'd love some.

It's still hot.

- There. - Thanks.

Charleroi's nice after all.

I told you so.

Are you ok?

My mother just died.

I have loads of messages.

Sorry.

There, that's it.

I'm sorry.

I think

everyone's here.

Well...

Thank you all for being here today for her.

I just wanted to tell you,

I have decided

to let the woman who gave me life

leave more simply.

But, first,

I really wanted us all

to gather to say goodbye to her.

There.

I've prepared something.

Alright then.

Great.

Ecclesiastes 3.

"There is a time for everything."

A time for every purpose under heaven.

A time to be born...

and a time to die.

A time

to plant...

and a time to uproot what was planted.

A time to kill and a time to heal.

A time to weep and a time to laugh.

A time to mourn and a time to dance.

A time to scatter stones and a time to gather them.

A time to embrace...

and a time to refrain from embracing.

A time to keep

and a time to throw away.

"A time..."

What did I write?

"A time to search

and a time to give up.

A time to love...

and a time to hate.

A time for war

"and a time for peace."

Where do you want her?

I don't know.

Up there?

It's filthy.

I'm too short to dust up there.

And seeing it there when I cook, that'd be horrible. No way.

It doesn't bother me.

She's great here.

Right...

I'm eating at Océane's parents'.

Yes. I'll call you tomorrow.

Ok.

It's nice, they'll be happy here.

You know, usually I rent to students.

I understand, but the market is tough. So thank you.

The owner.

Thanks for making an exception.

You can cash the deposit cheques.

I need to do that fast.

It's not a problem. Thank you.

You mentioned a young couple,

but she's 8 months gone.

That's love for you.

A happy surprise for us.

It could have been next year...

My son-in-law, Joël.

The owner, Joël.

Hello, ma'am.

We've nearly finished.

We won't be much longer.

Coming, Joël?

No...

Shit, no!

Fucking hell!

Shit!

For fuck's sake!

What's up? Stop yelling like that.

We'd found some lovely things.

It doesn't matter.

Joël...

You know...

very early on,

the doctors told me you seemed floppy.

You couldn't lift your head.

They said you'd be slower than others.

I understood little by little

you were special.

Look at you now. Your head's up.

Your head's up!

Yes, it's up.

You'll check...

the baby keeps its head up? It might be fine.

It will be fine but...

be careful.

Yes, I promise.

Be careful all the time here.

You must keep the flat neat and tidy.

Don't yell at your game console or people will complain.

They'll take the baby.

No one knows you. No one will defend you.

So if you can't manage, either of you, tell us.

Alright?

I love you.

I should hope so.

Want a photo?

Yes...

Well, actually...

I don't really see the time pass.

You're in Charleroi?

Excuse me, can I have one?

Yes, of course.

I need a light.

It's not working.

It's better if you do it.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Do you know...

how I knew for Océane?

It was when she began looking.

She'd look at the wall.

Never at me,

always at the wall.

I was really young when I had him...

They're waiting for us.

- Ok. - Alright.

- This is it. - Let's go.

Just make sure...

Uncover her tiny hand.

Lovely.

Look, she's smiling.

Want to hold her?

Let's wrap her nicely.

Right or left-handed?

Right-handed? Alright.

Like this.

Hold on, let me cover her.

Are you holding her head?

Perfect.

Is that ok?

Excellent.

Great work.

Can't I see her?