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HEAL THE LIVING

Come on.

Let's go!

Got the wax?

Watch out for black ice.

Where?

Right in front of you.

Don't worry.

Can I use your shoulder?

If you must.

Great.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Everything OK? - Yeah. She's sleeping.

Hi, sweetheart.

- I'll put her to bed. - Right.

Bye.

Bye.

How's it going, champs?

Hey, boss.

Did you have a good night?

Mrs Polard, aged 57, was admitted from A&E.

She's an epileptic.

I found her in a coma with a GCS of 5.

She was very hypoxic

with an oxygen sat of 85%.

And why is she hypoxic?

Interns?

In this case?

- Because she inhaled. - Right.

Let's take a look.

These are Mrs Polard's chest X-rays.

We can see a pleural effusion in the right lung.

This 17-year-old boy was in a car accident with two friends.

He was in the front seat without a seatbelt. His GCS is 3.

We found a school ID card in his pocket.

Mathias!

Start a femoral A-line.

Get him straight to CT.

We can see an extensive haematoma,

very big and deep,

left frontal lobe,

compressing the ventricular system,

pushing the median line.

And we can see intraventricular drainage.

Yes?

Yes.

She's sleeping.

Yes.

Mum, telephone.

Mum.

Hello?

What?

I don't understand. Which hospital?

What's wrong with him?

Hello. I want to see my son.

- Hello. - He was...

He was brought in this morning.

I'll have a look. Could you spell his name for me?

Simon Limbres. L-I-M-B-R-E-S.

- Thank you. - Are you alone?

Yes. I'm waiting to hear from Vincent.

I've left messages. I don't know where he is.

He's not picking up. Maybe he's sleeping.

- Vincent is Simon's father? - Yes.

We're married but we don't live together anymore.

I see.

I'll explain the situation, first to you,

and then again once your husband arrives.

Your son, Simon, was in a car accident this morning.

He was in the front seat, without his seatbelt on.

He suffered a severe head trauma.

The scanner shows extensive tissue damage and internal bleeding.

Where?

Here and here, just under the skull.

- He's in a deep coma. - Where is he? I want to see him.

He's being treated. You'll see him soon.

Meanwhile, I want you to tell me a bit about him.

Where and when was Simon born?

June 5, 1997, on Réunion Island.

Did you live there?

Yes, for 12 years.

Has Simon had any previous injuries or operations?

He's broken lots of things, as boys do.

He cracked his tail bone,

skateboarding last year, and...

he broke his wrist twice.

- Mrs Limbres... - Oh, yes.

He had the mumps when he was five.

And... he had all four wisdom teeth removed.

But he was fine.

Mrs Limbres...

His condition is worsening.

Shall we continue this conversation later,

once your husband gets here?

How is he?

Don't know.

He's in a coma.

And your boys?

Lots of fractures, none of them compound.

Thank God they were wearing seatbelts.

Excuse me.

Sorry, I had the sound mufflers on.

The second EEG is underway.

There are no brainstem reflexes.

The pupils are unresponsive. The apnoea test was positive.

The haemodynamics are stable, just some respiratory complications.

OK.

- Any word from the father? - No.

His mother's outside now. She's probably calling him.

I'll start the organ evaluation.

Nice one, bro.

Simon...

We're here, son.

Can you hear me?

Hello.

I need to tend to him.

- Would you like to stay? - Can we?

It's fine by me. As you like.

Hi, Simon.

I'm taking your temperature.

I'll check your pupils.

That will do, thank you.

Your son Simon was in a car crash this morning.

He was in the front passenger seat of a van. He wasn't wearing a seatbelt.

He has serious head injuries.

The trauma caused severe cerebral haemorrhaging.

When the paramedics arrived, he was already in a coma.

Why aren't you operating on my son now?

Upon discovering the haemorrhage,

we consulted two neurosurgeons.

They both confirmed that it was too late to operate.

The brain had bled too much.

Simon was in desperate shape when the paramedics arrived.

People wake up from comas.

Don't they?

In Simon's case it's impossible.

Simon is no longer in a coma.

He's brain-dead.

I don't understand any of this.

He appears to be all right.

He's warm, he's breathing.

But that's only because of the machines.

I heard his heart.

That's true. His heart is still beating.

But if we stop the machines, his heart will stop too.

I'll show you the scans.

This is Simon's brain.

Here we see the haemorrhage. It's spread everywhere.

Do you want to know the truth?

This is all my fault.

I got him into surfing.

- Don't say that. - I did.

Don't say that.

Don't say that!

I'm so sorry.

I can't tell you otherwise.

Your son is dead.

It's the truth, and you have to hear it.

I'm the one who put the idea into his head.

Yes?

Has he been in pain long?

I'll be right there.

I understand how difficult this is for you.

We haven't had much time to talk.

I'm here to guide you through all this.

Why keep him alive if it's over? What are we waiting for?

You're right.

In this situation,

there's no reason...

to continue treatment or keep the machines switched on.

There's something I need to discuss with you.

This is a very special case.

Brain death is extremely rare.

As you've seen, his heart and organs still function.

This means we can consider organ donation.

I want you to know that if such a procedure...

were to be arranged, it would be solely in order...

to help patients awaiting an organ.

If you like, we can try to figure out

what Simon would have wanted.

How would he know at his age?

I don't know.

Maybe it came up in conversation with you,

or with his friends.

How did he feel about life, about his body?

Have you got kids?

Then you've got no business saying this.

This is not the time or the place.

I'm sorry. Maybe I didn't explain it right.

I know it's all very sudden.

I'm not trying to convince you.

The decision is yours.

Entirely yours.

Let's go.

Come on.

Sorry, there's one more thing I have to tell you.

Take your time, of course,

but I'm afraid that time is limited.

We can't maintain Simon's heart for long.

Soon it will be too late for organ donation.

Let's go.

Here, these are his things.

Who's Juliette?

His girlfriend.

Mind if I Walk with you?

No.

- You're in Year 12, right? - Yeah.

Art and literature, right?

What else do you know about me?

You've got lots of friends.

You go out at night sometimes.

What do you do?

I just ride my bike.

I've got to go.

Bye.

Excuse me.

You wanted to see me. I'll come back later, shall I?

No, I'm done.

You screwed up earlier.

Simon Limbres is a dead boy. It's hard enough for parents to grasp that

without you speaking to him as if he were alive.

It's very disturbing for them.

You should have let me know. I'm not stupid.

Where was your teammate?

Apparently you're short-staffed, especially on Sundays.

You made me leave so you could speak to them alone.

We don't work like that.

We don't? How do we work, then?

As a team, sir.

- You're tired. - No, I'm not.

Yes, you are.

Go and eat something. 12 hours in ICU is a marathon.

Pace yourself or you won't make it.

Go on.

Have you got kids?

I need to find the dad first.

Looks like you already have.

What, the love bite? How embarrassing.

Talk about a has-been!

That's not has-been.

It's old school.

I think you've found the dad!

Hi.

Simon's second EEG.

No change, flatline.

And the heart ultrasound.

Thanks, Gisèle.

Have you two met?

Briefly, this morning.

- What did the parents say? - Nothing precise.

It's too hard for them.

What were you watching?

Just a little distraction.

Let's see.

It's a goldfinch.

A rare one, from North Africa.

Such a beautiful sound.

Such a beautiful bird.

There are lots of legends about them.

They're said to have human feelings

and to be able to tell whether you like them or not.

- Are you going to buy one? - I'd love to.

There's this guy near Oran who sells them,

but you need the right credentials and they're pricey.

How much?

For one that sings like this one?

They can cost up to 1,200 euros.

But this bird is my drug.

It's like a dream.

You'd go all the way to Oran for a bird?

Sure.

Why not?

OK, Sylvester, we'll leave you with your Tweety.

Can we talk?

Of course. Have a seat.

We were wondering...

Do we have to know which organs you take?

No, there's no obligation.

That's up to you.

Can we know who gets the organs?

No, you can't know that. It's anonymous.

Probably just as well.

It's a surgical procedure carried out like a normal operation,

with the same care,

- in an operating theatre... - I don't want him mutilated.

If you accept,

I'll be with Simon throughout the operation.

I guarantee his body will be restored with the greatest care.

There will be a scar, of course,

but his body will look the same.

I don't want them to take his eyes.

I promise you they won't.

Then we accept.

Thank you very much.

If there's anything in particular, something special

you'd like me to do or say for Simon,

just ask and I'll do it.

They said yes.

Good news.

Great news.

I LOVE YOU

Mum, it's time to go.

Mum?

- Do you want the radio on? - No, nothing.

Watch the road.

This way.

How are you? - Fine. And you?

- Fine. - Happy to see you.

You're looking good. Isn't she gorgeous?

Hi, Piglet.

Check out this palace, Mum.

- It's lovely. - Nothing but the best.

It's a friend's dad's place.

I love it. Do you come here for massages?

Don't start or I'll do you!

Don't be nasty, Maxime!

It looks like the set of a porn film.

- Are you playing the violin again? - Hardly. It was your brother's idea.

- It's a good one. - Did you bring my DVDs?

- I've got a suitcase full. - You're sweet.

You didn't tell her I quit, did you?

No, I didn't.

- You have to tell her yourself. - I know.

And tell her soon, tonight or tomorrow.

I can't tell her now.

Of course you can. She has to know.

I need the money for my big project.

Another six months.

I'm not going to stress her out and tell her I quit college.

- Mum? - That's your trip.

Mum?

- Mum? - Mum?

- Hey! - Mum?

- Wake up. - Mum, are you OK?

- What do we do? - Mum!

Mum?

Sorry, Maxime.

He's cross with me.

You forgot to drool and roll your eyes.

Hungry?

Let's have a picnic in bed.

- He won't want to. - Like when you were little.

- Maxime? - It's all set up through here.

Let's eat in here. Then we can watch TV.

Bring it in here. Come on! It'll be like the old clays.

- Maxime! - Max!

- Let it go. It's cool. - She scared me.

You're fine.

You're fine.

Calm down.

You look just like ET.

It's the eyes.

Funny.

I bet they used hot dogs for his fingers.

Hot dogs.

Quiet, guys!

Low budget. Hot dog budget!

- So beautiful. - Yeah.

- He climbs on his friend's back. - Yes.

Simply the best.

What time is your train?

- Seven o'clock. - Where are you staying?

At a friend's.

- Sam, come and help me. - He never stops yelling.

Sam...

You haven't told me.

Told you what?

Anything about your life.

You need to sleep.

Bye, ET!

HOSPITAL

You couldn't have got me any closer.

I feel better, knowing you're here.

Get going now.

- You will sleep, won't you? - Of course.

Don't run away.

I'm sure it was hard leaving home.

I'm obedient.

Obedient is not a word I would use to describe you.

I'm getting to know you.

So...

The latest results aren't so good.

Since last time your heart has continued to dilate.

Complications are inevitable.

The defibrillator will no longer suffice.

You know what's coming next.

Yes.

I'm not sure I want a dead person's heart.

Maybe my time has come.

My heart will stop.

That's nature.

Yes.

But nature has another side.

When a species is threatened with extinction,

it mutates.

Take the clownfish.

If the female dies,

the male changes sex in order to reproduce.

Guess who with?

His own sons.

Nice family.

I can still make you laugh.

Claire, the decision is yours, and yours alone,

but hearts aren't easy to come by.

You have to sign up. The wait can be long.

You do realise this is your last chance?

From now on, you must take it easy.

If you feel at all unwell, call us immediately.

Keep your mobile phone on at all times.

OK?

Yes, OK.

Hello? Yes.

We just came out.

Here she is.

It's Sam.

Hi, sweetheart. How are you?

Yeah.

Yeah, I saw my doctor.

The news is encouraging.

The beta-blockers are working,

which is great.

Yes.

I was thinking about the house.

We could redo the garden. You could design it.

Give me the phone.

Your brother needs his phone back.

We'll talk.

Think it over, won't you?

OK, bye.

Yeah.

I'll call you right back.

How can you lie to him like that?

What are you doing?

What if something happens? Then I'll have to tell him.

His exams are in two weeks. That's what matters.

I want you to keep quiet until they're over, OK?

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Here.

Second floor, on the left.

Please turn off your phone.

Of course.

There. You'd better hurry. It's about to start.

Yes.

Listen...

Would you mind carrying me up the stairs?

I can't make it on my own.

Here.

Thank you.

Hello.

Were you in the audience?

It was beautiful.

Right...

- Isabelle, a friend. - Nice to meet you.

Claire, also a friend.

I'm tired. I need to go and sit down.

Can I have a drag?

Thanks.

It's weird, you turning up like this. Did you want to see me?

I know. I'll leave you to your friends.

- How did you get here? - Taxi.

I'll drive you home.

It's OK, there's no need.

Come on.

Since when?

I found out three years ago.

It's a degenerative heart disease.

- I didn't tell you because... - You're too proud.

I didn't want you to isolate yourself with me.

To miss out on things because of me.

Your tours and all that.

The venues you play in now.

You're so beautiful.

I can't do anything on my own anymore.

I'm like a little old lady.

I can't...

I can't walk much.

I can't go up stairs, I can't...

I can't even hold an umbrella.

I thought you'd get over it.

- You've got friends. - I don't know who my friends are.

Is your husband still alive?

If he'd died, someone would have told me.

And the orchestra?

I can't travel anymore so they let me go.

It's OK. I remember everything.

- May I? - Sure. The glasses are up there.

How's Sam?

- Want some? - Just a drop.

I don't know. Whenever I see him,

he talks about me. I take up all the space.

I think he might be gay, only he's too scared to tell me.

Me, of all people! I don't know where I went wrong.

If he's gay, then you did something right.

Cheers.

Tired?

A little.

Do you want to stay?

What's this?

A defibrillator.

Careful, no powerful emotions.

Are you here?

I'm here.

- Evening. - Good evening.

- Good evening. - Evening.

Hi, everybody.

- Hi. - Hi, Hamé.

I didn't know there was a game on tonight.

Yeah, Thomas, I've got it here.

Wait while we check the opt-out list.

Simon Limbres...

Good evening.

Marc, from the agency.

I've got a liver for you. Got a pen?

We're good for Simon Limbres.

Thomas, we're good. He's not on the list.

I'll launch the procedure. Bye for now.

Male, 52, cerebral haemorrhage. You don't want it?

Cristal file.

RECIPIENTS/DONORS

8, 9, 7, 7, 5.

A heart,

a liver

and two kidneys.

This is Hamé Gaye from the agency.

I've got a kidney for a child in your ward.

Got a pen?

A 17-year-old male.

Car accident, head injury, brain death.

Call me right back?

Thanks.

Lucie Moret speaking.

Virgilio!

Virgilio!

Give me the Cristal number.

89... 775.

Thanks. What did the agency say?

I'll be right there. I'm nearby.

The ultrasound is good.

Good ventricular function.

Show me his medical history.

Here it is.

All clear.

Let's do it.

The ICU is ready.

Let's go.

This is Lucie Moret from Pitié-Salpêtrière.

I'm calling about Cristal file number 89775.

We'll take the heart.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Little Alice seems quite shy.

Don't take advantage of her.

I've never been in such a small plane.

Is Professor Harfang de Pompidou your dad?

Do you really care?

He's the top man for aortas.

He's my uncle.

I see him once a year. He barely notices me.

Do you think talent's genetic?

You don't have to answer that.

Last time I did a fast turnaround,

the heart didn't make it.

Can you turn up the radio?

And they've taken quite a beating!

You can say that again.

It's just a friendly match.

There's no such thing in football.

You play to fight against the idea of losing.

Cantona said that.

Good evening.

- I'm Thomas, the coordinator. - Good evening.

- Are the others here? - Yes.

The team from Lyon has just arrived.

We're on schedule.

- How are you? - I'm fine.

Great news. The heart is perfect.

It couldn't be better.

- Where is it from? - That's confidential, Mum.

Is it a man or a woman?

Let's get you ready. I can't operate through your coat.

After Sam gets here. He'll be here soon, won't he, Maxime?

No, you need to take an antiseptic shower.

After I've seen Sam.

Claire...

Don't fool around now.

Saying goodbye to my son is fooling around?

Where exactly is your brother?

Could you come with me, please?

Mum, are you OK?

My flight's been cancelled. I'm coming by car.

What car?

Safe journey, sweetheart.

You do the incision.

Scalpel.

Scalpel.

Keep the blade flat.

Good.

Stay centred.

Perfect.

Electric scalpel.

Sternal saw.

Thomas?

Yes?

Call Lucie Moret at Pitié.

Dr Moret, it's Thomas. Here's Dr Bravat.

The heart is good.

It's superb.

Out it comes.

Just a second.

Ready to clamp?

- Wait. - No time.

Wait, I said.

Simon, your dad and mum are with you.

Your sister Lou gives you a big hug.

Grandma Mamé too.

Juliette loves you.

She picked this for you.

Clamp.

Clamped.

Aorta clamped

at 00245.

You can turn everything off.

Thank you.

Hello.

Dissecting forceps.

Which anastomosis comes first?

Left atrium.

Keep it taut.

Scissors.

Unclamp.

Come on, sweetheart. Get a move on.

Fibrillating.

- Shock? - Fire.

Another?

Fire.

EVERYTHING WENT ACCORDING TO YOUR WISHES.

I'LL CALL LATER. THOMAS

FOR MY MOTHER