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I'm happy you came.

Right, OK...

Here's the medication the psychiatrist prescribed.

And the paperwork for the psychotherapy, OK?

That's right, my darling.

What?

I have Omega-3.

You know I can't digest the...

OK, Mom.

Omega-3 is not medicine.

You won't get better with that.

You need something to control your moods, OK?

You need real medicine with psychotherapy, OK?

I know what's good for me.

Doctors make us buy drugs, it's an industry...

Mom!

They're not drugging you with Prozac.

These are anti-anxiety drugs to regulate your moods.

Our family lacks the happiness gene.

We need a little helping hand, I know.

You know what would make me happy?

If you came to live here.

I have my life in Quebec, I have loads of photo contracts...

Why did you move to Belgium if you miss me so much?

Artists get more recognition here.

I've sold more canvasses in a year than in 20 in Quebec.

Mom, I can't keep coming to your aid all the time, OK?

You have to help yourself a little.

If you do what the doctor says,

I promise I'll come more often, OK?

I can't keep picking up the pieces, it's not possible.

OK.

OK?

OK.

I'll do what the doctor says.

THE MIRROR

In front of the flowers?

Look here.

Hold on.

Let's just hide that a bit...

There, OK. The lighting looks great like that.

Yes.

I don't know what to do with my hands.

-Happy Birthday! -Thank you.

-Can I open it? -Yes!

Chocolates?

I know you love Van Gogh.

I picked it up on my stopover at Amsterdam airport.

It's wonderful!

Jean...

It's all right.

Jean...

You also wanted to, didn't you?

It's all right.

Jean...

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Jean...

I never want to see you again.

Ever again.

No.

-Mr. Vidal? -Yes?

I'm a bailiff from the City Court.

This is a notice of seizure.

Have a good day.

Your phone rang last night.

I know.

I didn't think it was this serious.

What?

It was serious?

Why didn't you answer?

Jean...

My darling...

Hello, Jean.

My name is Juliana.

I'm a friend of your mother's.

You need to call me back urgently.

I feel terrible telling you like this,

over the phone, but...

But, well...

She passed away.

A few weeks ago, she left an envelope for you.

Can you call me back on this number, please?

Thank you.

Your phone rang last night.

Is this you?

You look happy.

It's a really nice photo.

What are you doing here?

How did you get in?

Who are you? This is my mother's house.

Are you Fabrice?

You can't stay here.

Why not?

I don't know you.

I'm allowed to be in my mom's house.

Really?

Where were you the last five years?

She told me everything.

Look, I have a will. She named me executor.

You know what an executor is?

You have a will? Show me.

I don't have it on me. She gave it to a friend close by.

What are you doing?

Calling the police. You won't leave! I don't know you.

No, no, OK, OK. I'm going.

It's OK.

What did my mom tell you?

That you stopped speaking to her because she wouldn't lend you money.

Hello!

Hello, Juliana?

Yes?

This is Jean.

Listen, I've just arrived in Belgium,

but I have a little problem.

Could I come over to you straight away?

I BEQUEATH TO YOU AN OLD MIRROR

Are you OK?

Why did she leave the will with you?

She was married to Fabrice. Why isn't he looking after all this?

They separated.

A few weeks ago.

Why did they separate?

He often lied.

According to what she said.

But... I think Fabrice's mother was very interfering.

What is it?

No, nothing. It's... I met his mother just now.

Perhaps she made you executor to make amends?

Did she tell you why we didn't speak?

No.

She simply said you cut all ties...

...and that you had your reasons.

Is that true?

You had your reasons?

Sorry, I... It doesn't concern me.

To be honest with you...

I didn't intend to come back.

But you did.

Why?

Is there a lawyer around here?

Ours is 20 minutes by car.

Shall I call to see if he can meet you?

Yes.

That would be kind.

The service is tomorrow afternoon. If I could meet him in the morning.

I know that's quick, but...

I'm only here for two days.

I'll see what I can do.

Thanks, that's kind of you.

No problem.

Fabrice!

OK.

It's written here: "Executor."

It's hand-written?

Yes, it's legal.

It's called a holographic will.

What proof is there it's Diane's handwriting?

Come on! You were with her three years.

You don't recognize her writing?

That's my name there.

I'm meeting a lawyer tomorrow. I'm waiting for confirmation.

I'll tell you when so you can be there.

It has to be before midday, OK?

Where's the old mirror that was there?

Why?

There used to be an old mirror here.

Not that one, another smaller, narrower one.

You sure she still had it?

She left it me in her will.

We put the furniture in storage not far away.

OK.

Maybe it's there. I'll go tomorrow.

It's Diane's funeral tomorrow.

Yes, I know.

She had been using the storage for a while. It could be there.

So, you know the mirror?

No.

When I asked you where the mirror was,

you replied, "Why?"

You said, "Why?" not "What mirror?"

So, I assume, unless you're lying, you know the mirror.

Maybe I remember it, but I'm not sure, OK?

I don't like his mom.

Me neither.

Why don't we leave?

I don't like it here.

Because I don't have money for a hotel.

OK.

Did you make these?

I put them on her mirror.

I thought I made more than that.

Do you remember?

That mirror used to be in the room at Saint-Sulpice.

It's been in the family for four generations!

It's from the 19th century!

I'll leave it to you. Right away.

It'll be done!

It was valued at 10,000 dollars,

a few years ago now.

You can sell it if you want, but...

You're absent for 20 years, then you come back

on my birthday to give me a mirror?

You don't like the mirror?

Twenty years, Dad.

Hey, Dad's going to see Mom, OK?

I don't want to see you again. She's my mom.

You don't like my mirror either, huh?

-No. -Yeah.

I raised you better than that. Come here.

He'll get to know me.

I'll bring you some comic books next time. You like those?

This little piggy went to market.

This little piggy ate roast beef.

This little piggy ate too much candy.

And this little piggy went,

"Wee wee wee wee" all the way home.

Stay just like that, you look lovely.

OK, turn around, I'm going to take a shot.

Let's turn around.

Grandpa is going to take a photo.

Mike.

Call me Mike.

That's great...

OK, look at the Kodak, Goldorak.

You watch Goldorak, don't you?

OK.

That's it.

Hold on.

Yes.

OK. Let's start again.

Yes.

Have you finished?

You're really beautiful.

OK, the pizza's getting cold.

Come on. Getting cold?

You're funny.

How can it get cold in front of a woman like her?

Great...

OK, let's carry on?

Yes.

Hold on, little man, I'll help you.

Yes.

Hold it firmly.

Yes, it's a real one!

Yeah!

You did it. Yay!

Wait.

Yes, I think there's a pizza waiting for you.

Come and eat.

-Are you ready? -Yes.

Was there no witness present when the deceased signed this?

No. She only entrusted me with her will.

Can you solemnly declare that it was Mrs. Cochrane

who wrote this document? Do you recognize her handwriting?

Yes, Fabrice does too.

Yes, it's her handwriting.

OK.

In that case, your mother names you executor.

I understand that you were married

under the regime of separation?

So, everything that belonged to the deceased

reverts by law to the inheritor,

while the rest of her assets may be shared.

This will is not very clear.

Apart from the fact that Jean may have her other assets.

We're not talking about property,

since you are not the rightful owner.

I don't see an itemized list here

of the assets that belonged to the deceased.

So, you'll need to reach an agreement on the sharing of the assets.

The only clear thing is the issue of the mirror.

She leaves the mirror to Jean, together with her art materials.

That's a photo of my mother with me.

You can see the mirror behind us.

My grandfather took the photo.

I understand. And where is this mirror?

I don't know.

Could Mrs. Cochrane have sold it?

I don't know.

It's not in the house?

No.

No?

Do you think a mirror like that

could be valuable?

Well, I'm no antique dealer, but...

May I scan the photo for the file?

Sure.

Great.

Happy Birthday!

Hold on, look.

Oh, yes...

Here.

Jesus, you're beautiful.

You OK?

I want a divorce.

Huh?

I want a divorce.

Wait. Look at me.

How did you buy the necklace?

The credit cards are maxed out.

Are you being serious?

You really want a divorce?

Come on! I...

Seeing him again has upset you. Let's talk about this tomorrow, OK?

-Mike has nothing to do with this. -Really?

What is it then?

What is it?

I just don't get you anymore!

You're so hard to understand.

Give me a reason. Huh?

One good reason why we should separate.

You have everything!

I'm here all the time!

Look at me!

Goddamn it!

Fuck...

What's that?

I don't know.

Well, then don't touch it!

OK, that's enough.

I saw Diane last week.

She quoted a painter she liked a lot.

At the time, I didn't understand.

"In this death...

"...there was nothing sad.

"Because it takes place in broad daylight...

"...under the fine golden light of the sun's rays."

That's from Van Gogh.

In a letter he wrote to his brother.

He killed himself not long after.

My mother quoted a book I gave her five years ago,

for her birthday.

That was the last time I saw her.

Are you OK?

That letter is not yours.

Excuse me?

My son is in mourning. He just lost his wife.

What difference does that make?

She was his wife, but she was my mother.

My mother!

I didn't cross the Atlantic to be insulted!

She was my mother!

How many more times?

You are very rude, sir.

You insult me at my mother's funeral and I'm being rude?

Please, this is not the time.

Not today.

You mother wouldn't have wanted this.

Your mother speaks good French after all.

What is that?

Answer me!

Those are little footprints there.

Yours!

I told you I don't want you coming in my room!

You are never to come in my room again, OK?

Never!

Get out.

Jean...

Jean, my darling!

Come to me.

Jean...

Come to me, my darling. Come.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Mommy made a big mistake.

I love you, my darling.

Sleep, child, sleep

The child will soon be fast asleep

Sleep, child, sleep

The child will soon be asleep

Do you want a little nap?

We bid farewell today to Diane as she joins the Kingdom of God.

Oh, that's what it's for.

It's a Buddhist ritual. You must accept it.

Hello?

I'm in Europe, why?

Unbelievable!

Who is it?

Unbelievable!

Goddamn it!

-Who is it? -Go back in there!

Can I speak to the bailiff, Jacob?

Put me onto the bailiff, please.

Fuck...

Tell him I have the money.

I'm sorry about my mother.

She's...

That's the way she is.

I've asked for a second urn.

What?

Who authorized you to separate her ashes?

I'm going to scatter them in Tibet.

No.

It's what she wanted.

It's not in her will.

Her last wishes are in her will and there's no mention of Tibet.

OK, that's enough!

OK?

I'm taking my mother's ashes with me.

To bury her back home.

She was my wife. You can have one urn.

I've been looking everywhere for you.

How did you get here?

OK.

Is there something you want to tell me?

I'm sorry.

What for?

Leaving without telling you.

Is there anything else you're sorry about?

Like what?

-Hello? -Jean? Are you OK?

I'm fine, sorry...

I came back. I didn't feel so good.

-Are you better? -Yes, thanks.

If you're free tonight, can I invite you to dinner?

Well... maybe you'd prefer to be alone...

No, no. Thank you.

Shall I come over to yours?

There's no point. I'm right outside.

OK... I'll be out in a minute.

Diane... Diane, come to Daddy.

Sit down.

I have a present for you.

-You want to see it? -Yes.

There.

-Do you like it? -Yes.

I love you so much!

What are you doing there?

I told her to come in.

I told her not to come in our room.

Go!

How many times do I have to tell you?

I don't know what to do! You never listen.

Go to your room.

Go on!

-Hi. -Hi.

-Are you Jean? -Yes.

-My condolences. -Thank you.

We just had the service, Juliana invited me to dinner,

but I'll be on my way.

No, stay. We'll get acquainted.

Your mother was a good friend to Juliana.

Come on, please.

I wanted to leave, but he insisted. I should go.

Please stay.

Thank you.

I was surprised when I heard about your mother.

Why?

Your mother was a Buddhist.

I was under the impression that...

It seems inconsistent, doesn't it?

Her being a Buddhist...

-And killing herself? -Yes.

She wanted to be free.

I know there are trends in Buddhism that allow suicide...

But only if the disciple has attained the so-called status of bodhisattva.

-Bodi what? -Bodhisattva, it's...

A bodhisattva is someone

who has attained absolute truth.

Before attaining enlightenment, or Nirvana.

The final liberation.

Did my mother attain Nirvana?

I doubt it.

I understand you hadn't seen your mother in a long while.

Maybe she'd changed.

Maybe.

Why wouldn't she have had the right to be liberated?

It's her choice.

Seeing as no one wanted to help her.

She called the day before.

The night before her suicide.

I didn't answer.

When I saw her number on the screen, I didn't answer.

This isn't bad!

Excuse me?

The wine, it's not bad.

Not bad?

Yes.

You're invited to my house,

I offer you the best wine and you think it's "not bad?"

That's not what he said.

Let him explain.

Yes, no... It's not bad in the sense that...

there's a spiciness, and...

...sometimes a wine can be too spicy,

so it's unpleasant, but...

that's not true here.

So, you also doubted my knowledge of wine?

No, I was just speaking out loud.

In Quebec, "not bad" means...

it's good, in the sense of...

"Wow, not bad!" That sense.

But you see... OK. Where I come from,

it's polite not to criticize what you're offered as a guest.

You doing this on purpose? He said he likes the wine.

-I'm saying this for his sake! -I wasn't being rude.

If he wants to learn, there are niceties,

traditions, when you travel.

Like paying for a whore in Amsterdam?

Yes, I just wanted to try it.

It's an attraction there. You know, Jean, don't you?

The red-light district, the women in the windows...

Yes, yes. I know.

It's a tourist attraction.

I thought... While I'm here...

Why not?

I want to have the full experience.

"The full experience..."

What is that exactly?

My blowjobs aren't good enough?

OK, I'm gonna go.

No, no. Stay.

I'll go.

That's what you want, right?

We must seem ridiculous.

No.

I was just wondering if he does that often.

What?

Pay for a whore?

I've just lost one of my best friends

and I'm lost for words.

It's pathetic.

Don't you feel anything?

Your mother's death doesn't seem to have upset you.

She'd had a lot of breakdowns.

When she came out of the hospital, I was there to pick up the pieces.

It went on for years.

I guess you stop feeling anything over time.

She never listened to my advice.

She thought she could cure herself with Omega-3.

What she needed was therapy,

real medicine, but she wanted nothing to do with it.

Then, when we...

Over time, I...

I ended up letting go.

Maybe I attained Nirvana.

Daddy!

Look what you're doing to her!

Daddy!

Why are you leaving?

-You want to do this to us? -Daddy, don't go!

Daddy!

-Let go of me! -I need you.

You can't leave me!

Daddy! Why are you...

You can't leave me!

Daddy!

Don't go!

Why, Daddy?

Let go of me.

I'll kill myself if you go.

-You hear? -Daddy! Don't go!

I can't live without you.

Daddy! Daddy!

Why are you doing this?

Stop it!

Why, Daddy?

What are you doing to your daughter?

Why are you leaving us like this?

Daddy! Don't leave!

Can you hear her screaming?

How can I live if you go?

I'll kill myself if you go, you hear?

When are you leaving?

Day after tomorrow.

I'm going to the depot tomorrow to look for the mirror.

You want the mirror that much?

It seems it's valuable.

It could pay off some of my debts.

My landlord just called me.

While we were taking my mother to her final resting place...

...a bailiff in Canada was seizing my belongings.

-You're kidding? -No, I'm not!

It can't be true.

No, no, it's... It's completely true.

So, if the mirror is valuable,

it could solve some of my problems.

Lucas, no!

Please, Lucas, no!

Is Mommy sad because of my drawing?

No, no. Hey, no.

This isn't your fault, OK?

It's not your fault.

Mommy loves you. You know that, huh? Yes.

Here.

Go to your room, big guy.

I'm thirsty.

Huh? What?

I'm thirsty.

-You're thirsty? -Yes.

OK. You want a glass of water?

Yes.

-We'll go to Dad's later, OK? -What about Mommy?

Mommy is...

The men here will take care of her. OK?

Come here, big guy.

Wake up, my darling.

Good morning.

What?

Fabrice sold the mirror.

How do you know?

Your lawyer called me. With an address.

Is it far from here?

I dunno, I have the address here. Come in.

-Is it far? -On the contrary, it's close.

Fabrice?

Fabrice?

I know you sold the mirror.

How... How did you...

25,000 euros.

You sold something that isn't yours. Know what that means?

It's theft.

The mirror was part of the estate.

She left it to me in her will. It's in black and white.

The 25,000 euros are due to me.

I loved her.

It was your mother who sold it?

She has the money?

OK.

Call your mother and tell her to come here.

Fabrice.

Call your mother. Tell her to come here with the money.

Tell her you need it. Please.

Thank you.

They know everything.

I'm staying.

You really want to buy the mirror back?

Didn't you say you were in debt?

I know, but I don't know if I want to sell it.

She left it to me for a reason, perhaps.

I don't know.

I'd just like to see it. See if it's the right mirror.

I'll decide after, I dunno.

And about last night?

Do you regret it?

We had too much to drink.

You used me.

How so?

I've been helping you since you got here.

In some way, you've also been using me.

And it's not because I used you, as you put it,

that I'm so impartial.

What do we do now?

You want to see this mirror?

Excuse me. Do you speak French?

-You're from Quebec? -Yes.

I can tell by your accent.

I went to Quebec. Very nice, Old Montreal, the river...

We get a lot of rain here, but you guys get snow.

Yes, sorry. Did you mention the mirror?

Yes, the mirror!

I thought it was bigger than that.

It's a beautiful piece.

What's this mirror to him?

It was his mother's.

She passed away last Monday.

What did she die of?

Suicide.

There.

25,000 euros.

I don't understand.

It's worth more than that. I can't.

I'm buying it back from you.

You paid 25,000 euros here's 25,000 euros.

You don't understand.

Look.

35,000 euros?

It's highly sought after by collectors.

The mirror belonged to his mother.

She committed suicide last week.

You understand?

It has a sentimental value for him.

Yes, and you have my sympathies.

But I can't sell it at the price I bought it for.

You understand?

You come into my shop and...

I'd like to believe you, but... The person who sold me the mirror

said it was a family heirloom.

Who should I believe?

A blond woman with pale skin about this high?

Yes.

Well, she lied!

You're crazy!

You owe me 35,000 euros, my good fellow!

Stay back!

MOMMY

GRANDPA

GRANDPA MOMMY

You know I love you, my darling?

I love you so much!

Big guy...

WRITTEN, DIRECTED AND EDITED BY MARC JOLY-CORCORAN

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