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FATHER AND SON

You take stuff too.

What do you mean?

I saw a pack of Viagra in the bathroom. It's yours, isn't it?

I was just trying it.

So does it work?

AT THE GRANDMOTHER'S HOUSE

That's no good.

When your grandfather was dying, I asked him if I should tell his brother.

They hadn't spoken for 3O years.

He thought about it.

Then he said no.

He was too scared, like you.

He was like a little kid who's afraid of the dark.

His brother came to the funeral.

I lied to him.

I said Jacques had asked for him before he died.

He started crying. He held me very tight.

What's it like after?

- After what? - After death.

I don't know.

No one has ever come back to tell us.

So we won't see Granddad again?

No. We won't see him again.

But if you think about him very hard

he will live on inside you.

Do you understand that?

Shall we try?

Well, close your eyes.

- Have you done it? - Yes.

SERVICE STATION

Hi.

Hello. What would you like?

A ham sandwich.

- Are you eating here? - Yes.

Would you like a drink?

A bottle of water.

- Is that everything? - Yes.

Seven euros, please.

Thank you. Have a nice day.

DEPRESSION

- Hello, Doctor. - Hello.

So, how do you feel today?

Not very good.

- Has the pain come back? - No, it's not that.

It's in my head.

I have bad thoughts. I see the dark side of everything.

I think I don't love anyone,

I've never loved anyone.

I feel like killing and destroying.

I can't stand children or smiling.

There's too much hate in me.

You're just rebelling, reacting against the injustice of the situation.

It's natural.

Every place, every face - I tell myself it's the last time.

I'd like to want to photograph them,

to keep a record,

to look at them with love, but I don't care.

My indifference is terrible.

Have you spoken to people around you?

No.

They all annoy me. I don't want their pity.

Only my grandmother knows.

She understands me. She's like me.

But I don't want to give her pain, make her watch my decline.

You see, you haven't only got negative feelings.

- How do you feel? - It hurts.

That looks fine to me.

Don't cry. Your mommy will be here soon.

THE LETTER

Dear Romain

They say time heals everything, but in our case it doesn't seem to.

You've been particularly aggressive and nasty to me lately.

I've tried hard to arrange for us to meet,

I've tried to make peace, perhaps awkwardly, but I've tried.

I don't understand what you dislike in me,

I get the impression of being a pariah in your eyes.

I'd like us both to really talk about it just once - face to face.

I often reminisce about our childhood,

I remember how close we were,

how we would bicker and play,

I remember the love we shared, I miss it so much.

I hope to hear from you.

I've made the first move, now it's up to you.

Your sister who loves you, Sophie

THE CHURCH

Are you asleep?

No.

- You're praying? - No. I was dreaming.

It's a good place for it.

I dreamed too in the beginning.

Now I pray.

I speak to God

and I thank him every day for showing me the light and saving me.

Saving you from what?

Death. Illness.

In the face of God I found life again.

He gave me faith.

Did your medication help you?

I don't take it any more.

And I know that he is with me,

he guides my life, he will decide my death.

Refusing treatment is a form of suicide.

No, I made this choice in the face of God.

I've made my choice too.

Which one?

To continue to live, but without struggle.

So we're in the same situation.

No. You have God.

I'm on my own.

God has abandoned me.

God abandons no one.

I believed deeply up until adolescence.

I went to church, I prayed, I confided in him.

I liked that moral authority watching over me.

After confession I felt so pure, so light,

ready to change, to try hard.

Then at 13 when I became interested in sex, I didn't think about it any more.

I wasn't interested any more.

Pious thoughts became perverted, sexual.

God forgot about me.

And to tell the truth I never missed him...

until now.

CHILDREN'S GAMES

Attack!

Come on.

- Go on, Romain. - Go on, Laurent.

- Did I win? - It looks like it.

Go on. Give her a kiss.

One last game?

I hold you, you hold me

by the chinny-chin.

The first one of us who laughs

will get a little slap.

- Why did you slap me? - That's the game.

- No. - Stop it.

That's not nice.

- If you like we'll do it again. - OK.

I hold you, you hold me

by the chinny-chin.

The first one to laugh

will get a little slap.

Stop it!

THE BEACH

Go on.

You look nice like that.