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You'll be fine here.

Irène!

Not too tired?

Great. You can rest now.

This young man isn't quite ready.

Go with your dad.

See you soon.

Thanks. Goodbye.

Have you seen Jeanne?

She went to fetch a file.

We've been here 4 hours.

Sorry, every room is taken. Be patient.

What happened in April?

The Easter Bunny forgot the condoms?

Where's my wife?

Ask Annie at reception.

Excuse me, where's radiology?

Upstairs, down the left-hand corridor.

Jeanne!

Viviane needs you for a birth.

Sorry, I'll go.

It's my body. Do I tell you what to do with yours?

I'll decide if I want to keep it.

Cut it out.

I've been waiting two hours.

We're doing our best, bear with us.

Have you registered?

Excuse me, can you help my wife?

Her waters have broken a month early.

It's my fault.

No, it's the moon, it's as full as you.

Why did I dance?

She's a dancer.

Your contraction rate?

No idea.

I'll get a caesarean?

Obligatory with twins.

Twins? You should have said.

Sylvie!

Sit here.

Sylvie!

Annie!

INTO THE WORLD

There...

Everything's fine.

That's nice.

3.8 kilos. He's in shape.

A little weight loss is normal.

Little women make big babies.

Keep the cord nice and dry.

It'll soon fall.

-And the marks on his face? -They're normal.

They don't like that.

There, it's over.

You know, I'll let my mother-in-law take over.

She'll wear me down in the end anyhow.

You saw her.

I'll go back to work sooner.

That's fine if you want.

Any children?

Yes, a daughter.

She just turned 18.

This is all behind you.

You're free now.

Not really.

A little.

Room 3, my favourite.

She buzzed me to pick up her fork. And it's not a caesarean.

-I'll go. -I'm sick of her.

I can understand that.

Never a thank you.

-Thanks, Katia. -Thanks for the coffee.

This is Jennifer, the new intern for Jeanne.

-Hello. -Hi.

Jeanne, can you help in 6?

Coming.

With the new intern?

Not like that.

No make-up, hair tied back, no varnish...

Short nails.

She was warned.

You heard?

Wash cribs with Katia.

I'm not here to wash cribs, ok.

She's nuts.

Her name's Sylvie and she's the boss.

Washing cribs is...

The interns' job.

Welcome to maternity.

Nice and clean.

There.

-Did you hear? -What?

The dead baby.

No one wanted to do it, so Sylvie did.

-What? -She washed him.

The twins.

This is his brother.

He survived, not the other.

This morning's twins?

The dancer mother?

A dancer? More like Snow White.

She's catatonic.

He's here until she wakes.

She's in 2.

-When did he die? -I didn't ask.

I focused on this one.

The live one.

That's why I asked.

-Did he live long with his brother? -Stop.

You're like Francesca.

That freaks me out.

The file's just there.

Let's swap.

Come here now.

You're a real beauty.

Nice and chubby.

Little Léo's parents?

Ma'am... Where can I find varnish or make-up remover?

No idea.

-I keep them then? -Whatever.

Ok, excuse me.

I'll keep them. I like my nails.

Look, Lucas, your mom.

Your husband couldn't settle on a name.

So we tossed a coin.

Meet your son.

Lucas.

He weighs 2.4 kilos.

He's in shape.

I gave him his first bath.

Damien didn't survive.

When the pain's too great, I press here.

Hello.

Too dark.

You need light.

It wasn't too tough?

I'm okay.

The father held Lucas but wouldn't see Damien.

She's a dancer.

Someone's hungry!

Come on, little man.

Look, it's a lovely day.

I'll bring him back.

Oh, no, Zoé, your wetsuit.

Put a cloth under it.

That guy called back.

He'll pay 2,000 for the car,

if you get it serviced.

No, I'm sick of being had.

He can go to hell.

I'm not selling now.

We had a stillborn today.

You dealt with it?

No, but it was tough.

Aren't you used to it now?

No, I'm not.

What percent are stillborn?

In France, less than 0.5%.

Less than 0.5%? With ten births a day...

less than one a month.

Seen that way...

-Done the dishes? -No.

-Can't you leave that computer? -I'm working.

-You laugh as you work? -Yes.

Okay?

Hello.

Sorry.

All right...

-Want to speak first? -Yes, of course.

A quick word about anti-abortion demonstrators.

Above all, don't provoke them.

We won't give them what they're waiting for.

-Let's go. -Room 7.

Mrs Linois, first baby, day 2.

Vaginal delivery, no problems. Discharged this afternoon.

-Ok, next. -Room 8, Mrs Palluel.

Day 3.

Says the operation was total agony.

Let me see the file.

Debord as anaesthetist. Okay.

-She was carved up. -What?

He's useless with epidurals. That's not new.

Time he retired.

-Has she seen a shrink? -No, Valérie's away.

Of course.

-How's the baby? -Adam?

In shape, breastfeeding.

-The mother has cracked nipples... -Not my problem.

Your job, not mine.

Cracked nipples are part of the deal.

-Sorry, the tram. -Time for a snack though.

Can we carry on? Next?

Room 4, Mrs Fraset, emergency caesarean, clean scar.

Clips out, but she's no better.

She won't wash or see to her baby.

C'mon, her baby's healthy!

An emergency caesarean is a shock.

-How's the poor mother's baby? -Malo's fine.

-Day 5, sleeping and feeding well. -Great.

Give her Valérie's number for an appointment when she gets back.

-Discharge her. -She won't get up.

Going home after five days in bed, with two kids...

It won't be easy.

This afternoon, get her up, stick her in the shower

and discharge her tomorrow.

How do we make her get up?

You need to realize, girls,

as of next year,

it's 4 days for C-sections and 2 for vaginals.

They'll have to have the baby blues at home.

Who's next?

Okay, Mrs Jeanson...

Room 2, day 2, first birth, twins, one stillborn.

Emergency C-section under GA.

-Still unconscious. -A coma?

All her vitals are normal but she seems to be in denial.

We'll move her to the ICU

once she wakes.

Why's he alone?

Why're you alone?

Why are you here?

Mrs Fraset?

You're so cute.

Don't suck your fingers, it's dirty.

It's dirty.

Your little Chinese eyes...

Hello, ma'am.

Something wrong?

Don't be sad or your baby will be too.

You're lucky to have a little Smurf.

Come and take him. I can't, I'm still an intern.

I can't.

Seen little Margot?

She's such a cutie. The father was so happy.

-Jeanne? -Yes?

When did you take over?

No idea. It was panic stations.

Why?

Jeanson, the twins' father, wants to press charges.

He says it's our fault.

His wife had to wait. Was Sylvie on duty?

Yes, she was.

-I told them to wait... -Where was Sylvie?

I don't know. In a labour room with Viviane.

He says you hadn't even seen they were twins.

You know what it's like.

Yes, I know.

But he wants someone to blame.

I just went out for some air and a coffee.

Outside I found that punk who got an abortion.

She was fighting with her guy and it made me...

Sylvie came to get me.

Maybe it's all my fault.

Stop it, Jeanne!

An auxiliary can't be responsible.

What does Sylvie risk?

The expert will summon her, hassle her

and that's going to piss her off.

We'll all back her up.

We need her.

However pig-headed she is.

Mille knows that.

Here...

For Zoé.

Thanks.

How are her exams going?

It's terrible, but I'd like her to fail.

It's true.

She always needed me, but now she wants to study

in Paris and she's delighted.

What did you expect?

She could be upset to leave her mom...

After you left, did you ever go back home?

-No. -Me neither.

Holy cow!

I suck compared to you.

And the jerk dumped me.

What's yours?

A youthful mistake.

You wear grannie gear.

Not sexy but get some or it's varicose veins at 25.

What do you want to work in?

A crèche? Maternity?

I fancied maternity but the atmosphere sucks.

It does?

Can they protest here?

Abortion is mass murder, ladies!

Men always tell us what to do.

If they took the pill, we wouldn't need to abort.

-Can I put my feet up? -Yes.

It's freezing in here.

-No radio? -No.

How d'you listen to music?

I don't.

I can't go without music.

I love to sing.

You could join the hospital choir.

-Are you in it? -No.

Why not?

I don't sing now.

-Always lived in Marseille? -Always.

-A jellyfish? -The world's oldest animal.

Three minutes 23. Well done, Zoé!

-Okay? -Yes.

Goodbye.

What do you think?

He plays well.

No, my coach. What do you think?

A real pick-up artist.

A coach, like.

It's so weird.

I'd love to see you with a guy. Or a woman.

I don't mind.

Don't start again.

-Can I ask you something? -No.

Why not?

I know your game.

It's weird. Don't you ever have sex?

Do I ask you about Cyril?

-Are you still a virgin? -You're crazy talking like that!

Shopping?

Can't be bothered. You go. See you at home.

-You've got a nerve. -I just don't want to.

What will we get?

Isn't that too big for two?

How about a chine roast?

What's that?

The chine? Ma'am.

Let's show him what it is.

Come on.

The chine is this part.

Shoulder.

Steak.

Ribs.

Flank, sirloin, chuck.

Kidneys.

Ruffle.

Marrow...

For the lady?

What'll it be?

What would you like?

The bastards. It's not your fault.

Just quit. You're sick of the job anyway.

Why do you say that?

I'm not sick of it.

I love caring for babies.

Don't give me that.

You're exploited, work shit hours and earn less than a cleaner.

-I'm just saying. -What's the problem?

You're ashamed of me?

No, but... you're worth much more, shit.

-Stop cursing. -Shit, shit, shit.

-The oral will be good. -No oral.

Wish me luck. I'll sleep at Cyril's tonight.

-Give me a kiss. -Drop dead.

See you tomorrow.

Break a leg!

You say drip painting and I say clouds.

That's the essence of painting.

Painting is gesture.

That's true for all trades involving the body,

where the body works. You need the right gesture

to transform or to magnify things.

Painting is a series of gestures that, together,

create a repetition. In fact, we create time.

We cover up the past.

Like in life. This moment will become the past

and will in turn be covered by other moments and layers.

The instants and gestures are invisible but still there,

resisting in a way.

I work with that. I don't try to bury things

but there are zones where they arise or sink.

They can stand out

the way memories stand out.

An emotion

or a random moment

like an animal-shaped cloud.

It's also a way to fight denial and oblivion.

I don't try to bury things or colours

This violence can also be a communion.

Bravo, Claire. You've done a good job.

She's so pretty.

Beautiful.

Let's cut the cord.

Don't relax yet, Claire, the placenta isn't out.

Not the placenta.

We'll go. The placenta will be next time.

I'll send Irène?

-Bravo. -Thank you.

4.5 kilos. He's pretty big.

He's very beautiful.

Adel, right?

That's a wonderful name.

He has lots of hair, he's lovely.

Excuse me, I have to go.

Neonatology, hello.

Crazy, I never thought a birth was like that.

It's impressive.

How was yours?

I forget.

How can you forget something like that?

It's not possible.

I want loads of kids. Twins, triplets...

Try post-natal, sir. I don't know a Norma.

Know a Norma here?

A guy at reception wants a Norma who works here.

-What's your name? -Jennifer.

No, sorry, sir.

Are you okay?

Yes, wait here for me.

You need to bring a mug.

It's greener and shows you want to fit in.

Is that hunk your guy?

Shit, I wish!

He's my first love.

You don't know Marc Lavoine?

-Everything ok with Jeanne? -Great.

She's good with babies.

Her contact with mums isn't...

She started late and never really...

-And before? -No one knows.

Seen her tattoo?

Prison, maybe.

I'm kidding.

Good, you cut your nails.

I saw you with Francesca.

She's dangerous.

Dangerous?

She thinks she knows more than the doctors.

Know what we call her?

The Witch.

She and Jeanne will screw up. They're thick as thieves.

Here, try my cake. Want some?

Hear this? Do you hear it?

I love it.

I can't resist it.

Norma?

How did you two find me?

-He isn't with you? -No.

I quit smoking.

No one's called me Norma for 18 years.

Where's Gus?

He's dead.

He OD'd three days ago.

We scatter his ashes tomorrow. Will you come?

I'll come.

-I can drive you. -Okay.

Mom?

Mom?

Who was that guy?

One of the nurses.

We're getting mobilized for Sylvie.

You're into cowboys?

-Aren't you at Cyril's? -No, we fought.

Norma! Norma!

Norma, you're on in two minutes.

Norma!

Norma!

Norma!

Where the hell are you?

You're dumping us in the shit!

Tell me, Sylvie.

Yes?

About the...

I don't know what to do, I feel responsible.

Because I had to fetch you?

I had a smoke too.

If I hadn't, maybe he'd be alive now.

No one knows.

The monitor found one heartbeat, but maybe there were two just before.

I keep thinking about it.

Come on, we're not robots!

I need to drink, pee and smoke.

If they want robots, they can hire them.

The guy's right to press charges, this can't go on.

Know what'll happen?

Well, yes...

They'll do an autopsy and...

Maybe the kid had croaked the day before.

But I'm their scapegoat for now.

There you go!

Don't exaggerate. It won't cost you.

She has a team and she's fought to get her birth centre.

Look, it's complicated.

Yes?

-I need tomorrow off. -You're sick?

Things to do.

-I'll be going. -Doctor...

Wasn't I clear enough?

You were, of course.

Excuse me.

What's the problem?

Stuff to do.

I can put you on nights.

-About your advance... -It's ok.

I sold my car.

Where's Jennifer?

You were late, so Mélissa took her.

Odile's sick too.

Seriously?

-You replaced her? -I can't.

-What do I do? -Your best.

-And a temp? -None available.

I swear!

The guy was suckling his wife!

I opened the door and he carried on.

I thought I was dreaming.

Crazy, I've never seen that.

-Where are you going? -The nursery with Mélissa.

It's the other way, follow us.

Third time on call this week. I feel I live here.

My fifth.

Five? That's illegal.

They don't care. I need the money.

How do you manage?

I'll ask myself at my funeral.

All these timetable changes kill me.

Good job Julien gives us pills.

Cut that out.

Francesca's right. We have to strike.

If you do, who'll see to the babies?

Chin up.

Hey, Norma!

Why won't you listen to me?

I am listening.

Careful.

Let him see some sunlight.

Gus, leave me be.

You don't like me touching you now?

Stop!

Stop!

Abel, help me.

It's okay.

Hiding?

Ok with Mélissa?

-Can I come with you tomorrow? -I'm on nights.

-Really? Why? -No idea.

I hear you sold your car.

News travels fast.

We can go back together.

My daughter's fetching me.

She finishes her exams today.

Exams to do what?

Save oceans. Her passion.

That's a big job.

At least she knows what she wants.

-Is that aimed at me? -Not at all.

At me.

-I never knew. -What did you do before?

-Jeanne, time to brief Marion! -Coming.

-I made records. -Records?

I was a singer.

My group was The Jellyfish.

A singer...

There. Once he's lying down,

you can rock him.

Did it go well? Proud of yourself?

Hello, Arnaud, how are you?

A scarred uterus, a big baby,

8 hours in labour and no doctor called?

Next time, you get a warning.

She was pushing hard and his heart was perfect.

Call a doctor!

He'd have carved her up. The baby popped out.

Popped out? You're irresponsible.

That's why I'm against your birth centre.

You put us all at risk.

It's a bad time.

You mean the twins?

You wish you could blame me. Admit it.

But it was my day off.

One more time, I'll fire you.

I want to know everything that happens here.

Is that clear?

For fuck's sake!

He lectures me!

I was doing births before he was born.

No way.

They want caesareans for all.

It's much simpler.

It'll be like a hair appointment.

"Tuesday at 4:20 will be quiet."

If the baby needs a respirator, that's all right,

we're equipped.

How do you manage without a surgeon?

A surgeon saved my brother when he was born.

A birth centre has to be close to the technical pole.

If Dr Mille approves ours, we'll have the disused place next door.

We'll preserve physiology and ensure safety.

-What? -Physiology.

Everything the body can do without medication.

It's crazy what it can do. For example,

the product used in an epidural

is produced naturally by the body: endorphin.

It's like a fix of adrenalin for a baby.

With an epidural, the body doesn't produce it

and baby doesn't get his fix.

For Dr Mille, it's with or without.

-Francesca! -Coming.

If you choose without, you deserve all the pain you get.

A baby's first hours are so crucial.

It's all so... huge, see.

Bigger and bigger.

All I want to give

is a choice, intimacy, trust and love to all these mothers.

The baby died between 6 and 7.

It happened when she was here.

It doesn't mean you two are to blame.

We'll back you up, Sylvie.

What can we do for her?

You can't do a lot. Forget it.

Stop treating me like an idiot.

You think an auxiliary has no responsibilities or opinions.

We just shut up and work?

You're saying I'm a shit?

When you kowtow to Mille, what are you?

What are you?

Without a goodbye or a kiss

Without a look back at the past

Once I crossed the border

The wind was blowing even harder

How long was he here?

I don't know.

This is freaky.

Our life on these walls.

Our youth, you mean.

-Any recent photos of him? -No.

He was washed up. He'd just come by to scrounge money or hash.

We all looked so good.

I slept with everyone, but I only loved him.

A crap love affair, but it was love anyway.

You didn't sleep with everyone. You never slept with me.

This is my bag.

Our first gig in La Rochelle.

Shit, we were terrible, but we had a good laugh.

Let's go.

I want to quit.

No, Norma... Jeanne.

You've done the toughest part.

I can't face it.

The dumb lessons,

the young girls staring cos I'm twice their age...

-I'm pathetic. -No.

I am.

I wanted to do like you, but I can't.

I'm not cut out for it.

I can't do it.

I miss the road, the tours...

I want to sing, party and get drunk.

Without waiting for a day off.

If that's what you want, no one's stopping you.

I just thought the course could help you.

Let's go.

I'm scared all the time.

Scared of mixing up prescriptions, of dropping a baby,

scared of screwing up.

It's even worse than stage fright.

Do as you want but, for pity's sake,

stop being scared. I'm totally lost.

Shit, Mom, where were you?

I was at work.

You weren't working today.

Francesca said you're on nights.

Look in my pocket.

Your enrolment money.

It stinks of tobacco. Where were you?

-Are you okay? -Fine. And you?

Yeah...

We had a test.

I think I screwed up.

That doesn't matter.

Try again next year.

If I fail, I'll shoot myself.

-What're you doing? -Nothing.

-I'm hungry. -Can you manage? I have to dash.

-Your mom's bed sucks. -C'mon...

Stop staring at that.

I'd never seen her tattoo.

It's a jellyfish.

Classy.

See a resemblance?

Between you and the guy?

I dunno. Maybe...

She's so weird lately.

It's the menopause.

Stupid...

She has to quit her shit job. Wiping babies' butts gets to her.

Better than old folks'.

She hasn't had a guy in years.

Says who? Maybe she has a lover.

Shit, you dirtied the bed!

When the moms eat their meals, we'll starve.

Unlikely.

It's so gross.

Why not eat before the handover?

We simply don't have the time.

You're too slow.

You don't care we're understaffed.

What's wrong, Jeanne?

You're not in the union, so carry on that way.

-I don't agree. -I need to sleep an hour then...

Here.

Francesca's in surgery?

She hasn't stopped.

Only Vivi's on tonight, all alone with 12 new arrivals.

We get the message!

It's not her shoulders, sir.

Massage her lower back to help.

How do you feel?

Better with you here.

Hello.

What are you doing?

Taking my time.

It reassures the mother

and it's good for the baby.

Part of the job.

Ok, but if we all do that...

We'll manage.

See you later.

Thank you.

Mom, are you asleep?

Can I ask you something?

I'm sleeping.

Why have I never seen a photo of you young?

I'm tired.

What's this?

It's me.

The Jellyfish? What's that?

My group.

Isn't he that cowboy I saw?

That's Abel, the bass player.

A singer, seriously?

I've never heard you sing.

You've lied all my life.

No, I just didn't tell you.

This was at the Dôme 25 years ago.

Know who opened for me?

Louise Attaque.

You got pregnant and I ruined your life?

Nothing to do with you.

To think I urged you to change jobs...

Is this you?

-Why react like this? -What did you expect?

I should find it classy?

Great, Mom's a rocker!

You're pathetic with piercings and pink hair.

Why didn't you tell me?

I had to forget.

If it didn't exist for you,

it would never have existed.

That's totally dumb.

I should've told you.

I realized that when Abel found me.

So, my father...

Which one is he?

Shut the hell up, don't tell me.

Let her by!

200,000 infanticides!

That's 200,000 jerks less. Fantastic!

You should be ashamed!

If I see you again, I'll tie your tubes.

Let my team work!

Millions of unborn kids.

And millions of jerks like you. Want a vasectomy?

Now piss off!

-Sure, asshole. -Murderer!

Jeanne...

Another shift? Not too tough?

I'm done. Want my cart?

Please.

Let's talk.

They were a drag today.

You let your baby cry?

-You look like... -A cow?

I can try breastfeeding, can't I?

No regrets that way.

That matters.

No regrets.

And a bottle is good too.

Come and see Daddy.

Go on, go with Daddy.

It's cocktail hour, but he's not a shaker.

Hold his head.

There you go...

Good night, lovebirds.

Jennifer told me everything. We watched your videos.

-You did? -It's wild.

Totally wild.

-Like it? -I love it.

Not your kind of music.

I'm not choosy.

I never knew where to go

Never counted my steps

I often got burned

I never knew why

I dive into the seas

Water is my air

An aquatic dream...

It's wild!

I jumped overboard

I quit porn

Every muscle hard for Poseidon

I never knew where to go

Never counted my steps

Embrace the sea

Inhale its flow

Sink into the water

And so let go...

You ok, Zoé?

At night in the dark

My shiny skin

Turns to water

Again I see the sea

I never knew where to go

Never counted my steps

I often got burned...

I think I'd hate to see my mom do that.

Your mom was hot!

Shut your mouth!

C'mon, Zoé...

Come back.

It's Sylvie, the nurse.

I understand your pain.

I know what it is to lose a child at birth.

And I know if someone tells you,

"You didn't know him, never mind..."

It's not true.

I wanted to say...

If it's my fault, even a little,

if I'm responsible for the loss of your baby,

I'm sorry.

But in your misfortune,

Lucas is waiting at home with his father.

It would be fantastic if you woke and went to them.

You can still think of Damien.

I washed him, put him in his yellow onesie

and took his photo...

The photo's in the file if ever you need it.

There.

-Ok, Jeanne? -Yes, fine.

Francesca...

What's wrong?

What's happened?

He won't sign the covenant.

No...

It's my fault.

I don't know how to handle him.

I can tell I piss everyone off with this.

You never piss me off.

Nearly never.

Here.

Thanks.

Maybe the pilot centre results will help.

I'll be dead by then.

I don't want to cry.

It's no use. I'll have a cigarette instead.

Let's go to the window.

I'll get cold.

The alarm will go off.

Too bad. Crap hospital.

Sweetie...

I'll focus on the next mobilization.

-Won't you come? -No.

No way.

Bitch...

I'm sick of your demos.

Give me a drag.

It's not a demo.

It's a mobilization.

Did you know Sylvie lost a baby at birth?

A long time ago.

A wrong diagnosis.

Her placenta was detached and the baby died.

And after...

she haemorrhaged so badly, they did a hysterectomy.

Look...

The dancer's leaving.

-Why are you here? -Get on.

-You're not mad anymore? -No.

Hurry up, we'll miss it.

Stop it, I'm tired.

Come on.

Are you on?

Don't try hugging me!

Don't count on it!

You never miss that life?

The album we made for fun was a hit,

so we carried on, but it wasn't for me.

Luckily, I got pregnant.

Francesca says you have a thing with babies.

-She said that? -You know how she talks.

Mom, who's my father?

A tall, blond Jellyfish fan.

On the last tour in Berlin.

He gave me a cassette of poems.

His name was Berndt. I never saw him again.

A German? I'm half-German and you never told me?

My passion comes from you.

You told me you were a jellyfish in a past life.

That marked me.

-Dive with me. -Water scares me.

Dive with me.

-No. -Yes.

You're diving with me.

Don't be afraid.

We were immersed for 9 months. Apnoea is in our genes.

Jeanne.

Are you okay?

That girl who said she had appendicitis...

She's still in denial.

She's in 7 and Mille says the baby must...

Sylvie, there you are.

I just got the autopsy results.

Damien had a heart malformation. They can't sue you.

What was I saying?

Yes...

The preemie's in the nursery.

You need to see the girl and talk to her.

Reassure her, like.

That's it? I was so happy to tell her.

She won't be over the moon for a heart malformation.

-You never backed her up. -What?

-I didn't? -No, like Francesca's centre.

You do nothing.

How can you say that?

I smooth things over and no one's happy.

It's never any good.

I'm sick of it. Here!

Three babies, no time to register them.

You hit the jackpot.

Here's to the baby.

The family's growing.

We need more room.

-She's pretty. -Give her a kiss.

You're still here?

Visiting hours are over.

-We have to go? -It's time.

Thank you. Good night.

Sylvie!

Changeover time.

Hi, Jenni.

They're noisy this morning.

You said it.

Isn't Mélissa here?

She's late? I need to pee.

I can handle it.

You're sure?

-It's okay. -I shouldn't leave you.

I'll be careful, promise.

I'll hurry.

Don't cry...

You're crying here, guys, but it's worse outside.

You're making me laugh...

Why are you crying, sweetie?

You mustn't cry.

You're not alone.

Look outside.

Has that calmed you down, pumpkin?

You're too much.

Look.

C'mon, hurry.

-We'll get it. -Come on...

-Keeping up? -I told you.

-Got it. -It was close.

I could've come to Paris. My first day off without you.

Mom...

What if I find the tall blond?

What?

I found this in your bag.

No way...

I understand German.

He must've been in love.

I'll call you.

Mom... Mom...

We've been fighting eight hours now, Norma.

We're losing her. A mask.

Grip my hand.

Grip it. Grip my hand. There.

You did well.

Let me sign the papers.

I said an anonymous birth.

Let me sign the damn papers.

Where are my clothes?

Won't you give her a name?

It's a girl?

Yes.

Please, let me see her a second.

Go and play.

So you have a son.

He's cute.

You said it.

Are you ok?

Gus and I got so down when you vanished.

I needed time to get over it.

I was a mess when I met Julie.

Last week, she convinced me to find you.

To put the past behind us.

She was right.

My son is my whole life.

Are you happy?

I dunno. Yeah...

Don't give me that look.

Same again.

"I live for my son"? He said that?

It's for the best.

A close call.

Where's Sophie?

She's not answering.

And Manu's kid is sick.

Who needs kids? Life's good without brats. Look at me.

And who needs guys?

I don't agree.

We love guys...

My song.

Watch how a pro does it.

We'll be back.

She's funny.

When did you decide to be a midwife?

After I failed year two in medicine, I had no choice.

I took the exam. It was that or dentistry.

Dentistry... Imagine it.

You mean it wasn't a real vocation?

No...

It became one over time.

Why do you ask?

I'm going back in.

I won't be long.

ON STRIKE

Are you okay?

-Hungover? -It's horrible.

Can you replace me while I vote at the meeting?

-Smile strong. -You said it.

Silly cow...

Yes?

I'm glad it's you. The redhead scares me.

He's not reacting for some reason.

Don't worry, it happens.

I'll see to him.

Okay.

Won't be long.

My baby...

Come on, breathe.

Breathe.

Anyone here?

Don't fall.

Come on, wake up.

Viviane, an emergency!

He's not breathing.

They're at the meeting! Call a paediatrician!

Get me a 10 probe and a small mask.

-Can you do it? -Yes.

Check his heart.

Hear anything?

Come on. Breathe. Breathe, sonny.

I hear nothing.

Come on, sonny.

Stimulate.

Keep going, don't stop.

Don't stop.

Is it faster now?

The heart's back.

That's good.

He's not waking.

No, it's ok. Look, he's pink.

-Go on. -Yes, that's good.

What's up?

Jeanne replaced you and saved this baby.

Dress him and I'll let his mom know.

It'll reassure her.

We'll earn below the minimum wage on starting out.

Great incentive for young nurses!

It's poorly paid and there have been cutbacks too.

We're alone in the corridors and can't do anything.

In an emergency, there's no one to help.

It wasn't always like that.

Francesca, say something.

One extra euro for an exhausting night shift

is inadmissible!

Call that normal?

Our work isn't respected as women do it.

It's cos we're women, that's why!

Even if it's a vocation, we deserve decent pay.

We have to strike now.

Where are you Mammy?

I left one summer night

Without a goodbye or a kiss

Without a look back at the past

At the past

Once I crossed the border

The wind was blowing even harder

When I was close to you, Mother

Oh, my mother

I come to join you today

Yes, I've come back all this way

Down that path that took me away

So far away...

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