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Finish up cleaning your stations.

Next week, it's choux pastry.
Make sure to revise your classics.

-Are you listening?
-Yes, sir!

Now piss off.

-I said, piss off!
-Yes, sir!

The first time Ludo and I spoke,
I was 16.

-Hey.
-Hey.

-Are you busy?
-I've got an appointment.

Théo is throwing a party tonight.

-You want to come?
-I don't know.

I've got two helmets.
I can pick you up.

-I really have to go.
-Sure.

Forget her, she's boring.
Take me instead.

Actually, I've got only one helmet.

I knew straight away
we were meant for each other.

I know what you're thinking.
Sixteen is very young.

But when you're life expectancy
doesn't go past 30,

16 is already half of your life.

Come on!

The doctor's waiting.

-And the physiotherapist too.
-You don't have to honk, Mom.

Hurry up and I won't.

Again, breathe in and cough.

Let's go again. Breathe normally.

Faster now.

Empty your lungs. Breathe everything out.

What I hated the most about my disease
is that I couldn't have any dreams.

Good.

Catch your breath.

That was my daily life.

Physiotherapy three times a week

and a monthly appointment
with Dr. Garriguès,

who'd been my physician
since I was a child.

-How are you doing?
-Still alive.

Breathe in and out.

Again, breathe.

A bit out of breath today,
aren't you?

Should we increase the bronchodilator?

Not yet. We'll keep monitoring it.

-Are you doing your exercises at home?
-Yes.

-If you don't cough it out--
-It can get infected, I know.

-You're in a good mood, today.
-She's sulking.

I don't want her to go out tonight.

It will be full of smokers.
It's bad for her.

I can stay aside.

Can't you tell her, Doc?

-Will you do your exercises at home?
-I promise.

Morale is also important.

Okay. I don't have a choice, do I?

You won.

You'll catch a cold.

Thanks.

I'm glad you came.

-Do you want a puff?
-I can't.

I heard you're sick. Is that why?

Exactly.

Is it serious?

Not too much.

Cool.

I admit I was lying.

Why scare Prince Charming away
on the first night

with a lecture on medicine?

Shall we go?

Sure.

Wait up!

-Give me that.
-Come get it.

-You won't catch me.
-Come here.

It's the last time you go out,
young lady.

I called you 50 times.
Why aren't you picking up?

We agreed on midnight.
Not 01:00, not-

Thanks, Mom.

I was ill because my parents
had given me cystic fibrosis

unbeknownst to them.

In a way, their shitty present gave me
the right to do whatever I wanted,

and I was determined
to live life to the fullest.

I haven't even touched you yet.

How does it feel to suck?

Your character is too strong.
Mine is too slow.

Shit.

-Take this.
-That's cheating. Look at your character.

-I'm late, you know.
-Really?

I haven't had my period
and I feel nauseous.

-Weren't you on birth control?
-No. I don't need it.

How come?

My doctor told me I couldn't get pregnant
because of CF.

-Are you sure?
-Yeah.

But I haven't had them for two months.

-What should we do?
-A pregnancy test.

You can buy one at the pharmacy,

but with all the drugs my mom buys,
if I go myself, she'll know.

True.

-Can't you go?
-I can.

On one condition. You let me win the game.

-No way.
-Fine. Get it yourself, then.

Such a sore loser.

-Quit cheating, you're winning.
-And quit looking.

-In real life, I'd kick your ass.
-Seriously? How can you be so annoying?

I love you.

As Paulo Coelho used to say,

cooking is the most beautiful
and most complete of the arts.

It stimulates our fives senses, plus one.

The need to give our very best.

I used to dream of becoming
a firefighter or police officer,

but because of my disease,
I was training as a pastry chef.

Today…

I'll teach you the secrets
of choux pastry.

Get the eggs.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-Did you get it?
-Yes, follow me.

Here.

Let me know.

Thanks.

-See you tomorrow.
-Sure.

Bye.

-Hi, honey.
-Hi.

Don't spend too much time
on your phone.

Hi.

-Hi.
-You good?

-Good.
-And you?

Good. Tonight, I'm taking my girls
to the restaurant.

-I don't know.
-Why not?

I don't like getting home late.

Julie has inhaling exercises to do.
She'll be tired.

-Just this time.
-Are we going or not?

No, honey,
there's too much hairspray fumes.

Stay outside.

-How much longer?
-Five minutes.

Once your sister is done, I'll close.

-She's not made of sugar.
-Stop making me the villain here.

Amélie, have you received
the hair bleach? I can't find them.

Yes, this morning.
I've put them away already.

Already? Okay. Great.

Well done, Amélie.
How nice of you to help me.

Sorry, honey. Good job.

Go speak with your sister.

-I'll finish.
-Okay.

She's a bit pale.

I don't think so.

You never find anything wrong.

They all dream of finding true love.

I'm sure he'll say yes.

-Want to bet?
-Sure.

Is she serious?
What kind of hairstyle is that?

-Right.
-Rather than stay single.

Now that one is better, you see?

I'd rather do their hair
than the old grannies at the salon.

-Definitely. And you'd be good at it.
-Yeah, but with her--

Where would you take me
for our honeymoon?

-Venice.
-Venice is a good choice.

That's where we should have been
for our honeymoon, remember?

I'm off to bed.

Wait, we don't even know
if he's going to say yes.

I'll watch the replay. I'm tired.

-Good night, Mom.
-Are you tired, honey?

-Do you have a fever?
-No.

Don't forget to pay for PT.
I'll put an envelope for you at the door.

Amélie, turn off the TV.
Let's all go sleep.

Seriously?

Julie is tired
so everyone is going to bed.

Great. Some things never change.

I'm counting on you
to open the salon tomorrow.

-I have to go to the pharmacy for Julie.
-I know. You've told me already.

-Yes.
-He said yes.

You know what?
We should go on that honeymoon.

I'm almost done with my construction work.

Something's wrong with Julie.
I know her, I can tell.

You're always worried.

Let her live for once.
She's just a teenager like any other.

It's normal to have some bad days.

Some bad days.

If you stopped reminding her
that she's sick,

maybe this family
could think about something else.

It must be nice to live in your head.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Did you take the test?

I chickened out.

I wanted do it with you.

Imagine it's positive.

I don't know why I'm worried.
It's impossible.

Better do it then, just to make sure.

-Are you scared?
-No.

-A bit.
-I knew it.

I'm not scared at all. Is that weird?

I kind of want it to be positive.

I think I do too.

-Really?
-Wouldn't it be great?

Definitely.

Shall we do it now?

-Right now?
-This way, we'll know.

Sure.

Come on, let's go.

Do you know how it works?

I think so.

-You're not staying, are you?
-I'll close my ears.

You're such a pain in the ass. Now, go.

-Ludo?
-Yes?

Look.

-Two lines.
-Meaning what? Meaning what?

I'm pregnant.

-No way.
-Yes.

-Holy fuck.
-We're going to have a baby.

-Can you imagine?
-Shit.

What are we going to do?

You don't want anymore?

-You can still change your mind.
-No, that's not it.

I'm just shocked.

Holy shit, we're going to have a baby.
A baby.

-Can you imagine?
-Yes.

-I love you.
-We're going to have a baby.

My disease hadn't stolen all my dreams.

I still had the most beautiful
and the most unexpected of all.

Are we making a mistake?

We have no house, no job.

How are we going to live?

Next year, I'll earn $350 a month
for my apprenticeship.

What about our parents?
Imagine their reaction.

-Especially yours.
-They're going to kill me.

I don't care. I'm super excited.

-We're going to be great.
-Yes.

Will there be complications
with your disease?

Maybe we should see your doctor.

-Not yet.
-Why?

He's going to tell my mom.
I prefer telling her myself.

If you wish.

I'm worried for Julie, you know.

If they close the center,
the next hospital is 45 miles away.

-How will I run the salon?
-That's terrible.

-When are they going to decide?
-It shouldn't be long now.

-Your daughter will take over, won't she?
-Yes, she'll take over the salon.

It's a lot of work for one person.

For now, she's got time.
She's got no boyfriend.

But one day, she will.

Isn't that true, Amélie?
A pretty girl like you.

Isn't there a young man
who caught your eye?

Well, I don't know.
I haven't really looked.

As for the salon, I'm not sure yet.

-What do you mean?
-Well, I'm not sure, you know.

-You don't like it here?
-Yes, but--

You won't find a better salon
in the region.

-What a bright future around here.
-What will I do without you?

Unbelievable.

-Is that short enough, Catherine?
-That's perfect.

Sure?

I'll tell my parents this weekend.

Me too.

I looked it up

and we went to Planned Parenthood
to know how to proceed.

It's anonymous.

Did you guys get a blood test
to confirm the pregnancy?

No.

It doesn't matter.
We'll see with the ultrasound.

It's going to be a bit cold.

I'll have to press a little,
sorry about that.

So I can see the embryo.
You are indeed pregnant.

It's been nine weeks
since your last period.

That's about a month a half.

Now, for abortion,
there is a 48-hour cooling-off period.

-I'll give you a flyer with all the info.
-But we want to keep it.

-You're 16, right?
-Yes.

-And you, young man?
-Seventeen.

We'd like to know how to proceed
regarding cystic fibrosis.

Cystic fibrosis?
That's beyond my capacity.

It's a miracle you're even pregnant.

You must consult your pulmonologist
without delay.

And an obstetrician who specializes
in high-risk pregnancies.

It's extremely serious.

-What are the risks?
-Nothing. Everything will be fine.

-Do your parents know?
-Not yet.

-Come.
-You have to talk to them.

We will.

It's not something to take lightly,
especially in your case.

Thanks. Bye.

-Aren't you scared?
-Don't worry.

As long as we're together,
nothing can get to us.

-Except our own parents.
-True.

The hardest part had yet to come.

Look, Mom, I came here
to tell you something.

First, remember I love you.

Whatever happens, we'll never split up.

Some things have happened.

Now a sprout is growing inside me.

A sprout? No, that's weird.

We need something more serious, like,

"Look, Mom, with Ludo,
we've got great news.

And-- Well, I got pregnant.

I can't say that.
She's going to freak out.

What would you say, then?

I don't know. Something like--

Something like--

Something awesome has happened
with Ludo and me.

Something awesome?

-What?
-It doesn't sound serious.

She's not the type
to pay attention to this,

considering what I'll tell her after,
which is way worse.

-Is that you, Julie?
-Yes.

-Are you there, Ludo?
-Yes.

Can you come have a look?

I haven't used her for years.
She won't start.

Do you hear something when you start it?

-Yes.
-It's probably nothing.

A clogged fuel filter or something.

I've got something to tell you
and it's quite serious, so-

-Is that you, Julie?
-Yes.

-Mom, I've got something to tell you.
-Here, read this.

Why didn't Garriguès tell us about it?

It's a new treatment which reduces
the risk of infection by 70 percent.

-Really?
-Yes.

It's in Germany.

But that's okay. Germany is not China.
We could make it work.

Amélie can take care of the salon
and we can--

We can find a homestay. It could be fun.

I think Mrs. Bouviers' cousin
lives there.

I'll call her.

You had a question.

If you want to go to Ludo's,
the answer is no.

You've got exercises to do.

I don't like when you go that farm
with all the fertilizers, the hay.

It's bad for you.

-Can you set the table, honey?
-Sure.

Awesome. I'm so happy.

It was just the fuel filter.
These bikes are unkillable.

Someone's waiting for you.

-You coming?
-He's all yours.

See you soon, Christian.

What happened?

She's always speaking about CF.
I can't get in a single word.

We can't hide it from them.

If she finds out, she'll tell me
to get an abortion.

-You think so?
-I'm sure of it.

-I don't want to risk it.
-Me neither.

You know what? Let's wait.

We'll tell her
when it's too late to abort it.

What do you think?

Sure, let's do this.

-Let's eat?
-See? We made it work again.

I can hear that.

One more thing
that's going to stay in the garage.

-Are you really going to ride it?
-Of course.

If I remember correctly,
you used to like riding my bike.

That's true. We were young.
Back then, you had a goatee.

Don't. You're sending fumes
into the house.

Your daughter's bedroom is next door.

-Now come.
-I'm coming.

We had to keep it a secret for six weeks.

-Julie, food is ready!
-Coming.

But with my helicopter mother,
it wasn't going to be easy.

You're up awfully early.

It happens.

-Are you okay, honey?
-Yes.

I'm not blind.
I can see what's happening.

With Ludo.

-It's getting serious, isn't it?
-Yes.

He's nice. I like him.

How far are you two?

-What do you mean?
-You know…

-…intimacy, cuddling.
-Mom.

What? I have to talk about it.
It will happen eventually.

Yes, but it's embarrassing.

Let me know, okay?

We'll take an appointment
with a gynecologist.

I really don't want talk about it.

Me neither. I'm not in a rush.

It can happen in…

10, 20, 30, 40 years, for that matter.

Sure, okay.

Because the first time, you know,

it can be great,
but it can also be disappointing,

but it's okay.

Are you done?

Let me dress up.

-You look pale.
-No, I'm fine.

Good thing we're seeing
Garriguès tomorrow.

Shoo.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Have you changed something in your diet?

Are you sleeping well?

-Are you still seeing the PT?
-Yes.

We haven't changed anything.
Yet, I feel like something is wrong.

-Could it be PYO?
-No.

Zero change since last time.

Let's do a blood test, just to make sure.

Do we have to?

You've done hundreds of blood tests
in your life.

-Can we test gases too?
-Honestly, there's no need.

-Call us when get the results.
-Of course.

Cathy.

Everything is fine.

You have to trust her.

If she's got something to say,
she'll say it. Right, Julie?

Dude, you spilled it again.
You're disgusting.

-It's not me.
-Look at that.

Look.

-What a waste.
-I bet he'll drink it.

It's spilling.

Can we get some napkins, please?

-So annoying.
-You're an animal.

Who did this?
He drank his beer in this.

Such a pig.

Let's get that blood test done.
I can go by myself.

Don't you want me to come?

I'm a big girl. Wait for me downstairs.

Okay.

You should have come last weekend.

-It was a blast.
-True that.

Big party next weekend.
I hope you'll be there.

-You better be.
-I can't.

-Why?
-How come?

He's gonna make up another phony excuse.

Is it because of your parents?

Guys.

I've got big news.

-Get done with it.
-Tell us.

-Come on.
-It's not easy.

We--

We're expecting a baby with Julie.

You're kidding, right?

-No.
-What?

Dude, what the fuck?

-He's fucking with us.
-I'm not joking.

-Seriously?
-Yes.

Dude, once you've got a kid,
your life is over.

-Yeah.
-What?

You're too young.

Do you realize what you're doing?

Of course, I do. I didn't decide
on a whim. I thought about it.

Thought about it, my ass.

-She got you, dude.
-You really want a kid?

-She's fucking with you. Was it her idea?
-Of course not.

Julie and me, it's serious.
We love each other.

-Isn't she sick, on top of that?
-Yes.

If she's sick, you'll end up alone.
It's best to abort it, dude.

Hey, Ludo. Ludo?

See you in 20 years.
Don't put on too much weight.

That was hilarious.

Anyway, dude, we're going shopping.
Are you coming?

Come on, let's go.

-Guys, are you coming tonight?
-No, fuck off.

-Hey, Ludo.
-Yeah, I'm coming.

Come on, move your ass.

Fuck off.

Don't worry, he'll answer you.
I'm sure he's got stuff to do.

Let him breathe a little.

When are you telling Mom and Dad?

Soon.

You know…

we'd like to fuck off from here, so--

What?

-Yes.
-When?

As soon as possible.

Vanessa told her parents,
it went super bad.

You know I want to work for TV.
I won't find that here.

I sent out some CVs.
I'm waiting for answers.

You're leaving me alone
with Mom and Dad.

What are you saying?

I'm not leaving you alone.
You've got Ludo now.

-It's not the same as you.
-What a crybaby.

I'll miss you too.

Will you take me to TV studios
when you cut hair for celebrities?

Of course.

And you'll bake them some pastry puffs.

You'll end up eating all of them.

What do you mean I'll eat all of them?
I'll make you a hairdo fit for a star.

Your hair is so pretty lately.

They seem thicker. Did you do something?

No.

-Hey.
-Hey.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-Are you okay?
-Yeah.

-Why aren't you answering?
-Sorry, my phone was dead.

-You're acting weird.
-I was just hanging out with my buddies.

What's up? Is it because of the baby?

-Did you change your mind?
-It's not that.

But maybe we should give it
another thought.

So you changed your mind.
Why are you telling me only now?

I'm not saying anything but it's a baby.
Maybe be didn't fully realize-

Are you fucking kidding me?
I thought you were okay with it.

-What is there to discuss?
-Don't yell.

I'm just saying we should discuss it.

You want to break up with me, huh?

-No. Why do you say that?
-And to think that I trusted you.

What's wrong with you?

Julie.

Are you okay?

-Do you have your inhaler?
-No.

Calm down. Everything is fine.

Come on, Juju. Calm down. I'm sorry. Juju?

Good.

Breathe out. Good.

Here.

You did well, honey.

-Julie. Wait.
-Leave me alone.

What's got into you?

Don't pretend you don't know.

Listen, I'm sorry. Do you feel better?

-Why do you care?
-Stop that.

I've been an asshole.

I panicked.

I can't imagine my life without this baby.
Let alone without you.

That's right, you're an asshole.

What do you mean you didn't receive them?

That's impossible.
It has never happened before.

You must have lost them.

You're too loud.

-What?
-You're too loud.

Those idiots lost your blood results.

Madam? May I speak to Dr. Garriguès?

-Tell him it's Cathy, he'll answer.
-It's okay, Mom.

I'll go again, no big deal.

Yes, tell him it's Cathy. Try, please.

Here, honey. Try this one.

Yes, I'll hold the line.

How's the size, Julie?

Bunch of idiots.

How is it, honey?

I don't like it. I'm out of here.

I swear, I thought
she was going to find out.

She's always behind my back.
It's worse than ever.

When she looks at me, I'm afraid
she'll see right through me.

How much longer?

One week.

You know what?

I'll come to your house next weekend
and we'll tell them.

It going to be fine.

-Amélie, do you want some more?
-No, thanks.

Julie?

You're not eating. You don't like it?

-Yes.
-I'll have some.

Thanks.

Ludo?

-Want some?
-I'm good, thanks.

-Is it good?
-Yes, it is.

So, when's the D-Day?

When's what?

You're biking license. Isn't it soon?

Oh, this. Yeah.

Once you get it, you can borrow my bike.

I appreciate it.

Have you all lost your tongue?

What's happening?

What shit did you get into?

Actually, we have big news.

-Nothing bad, don't worry.
-What is it?

The thing is, Julie is pregnant.
We're expecting a baby.

Isn't that great news?

Is this a joke?

Is it, Julie?

-Don't tell me you've done this.
-I did.

Great news?

You call that great news?

-It's a miracle, even.
-A miracle? Are you retarded?

-What's wrong with you?
-We're in love.

-Do you even know the risks?
-We're in love.

I don't give a shit if you're in love.
You're just kids, you're 16.

Ludo, go home.

-What?
-Go home.

Wait. Stop, please.

She's still a minor. Do you realize that?

-It's my body. I can do whatever I want.
-Shut up.

You're 16, you don't get to decide.

I hate you!
You don't understand anything.

Julie, come back.

I'm warning you,
you're not having that child.

You'll get an abortion.

-What? We want to keep it.
-Yes.

You're a minor. I'm the one who decides.

How could I not see this, for fuck sake?

While we're at it, I've met someone.

Her name is Vanessa and we are in love,

so we're moving to Paris.

Any objections? Okay, great.

One thing done.

I know you're angry, honey.

You think it's unfair.

But you have to understand
why your dad and I reacted this way.

It's not feasible. You can't be pregnant.
It's too dangerous for you.

We'll deal with it.

I promise you'll thank me one day.
Really, Julie.

-Hello.
-Hello.

Follow me, please.

We've met before, haven't we?

-You've been here?
-She's the one who said it was a miracle.

Are you the one who told her this crap?
It's completely irresponsible.

My daughter is ill.

She can't carry a pregnancy to term.
It's too dangerous.

The word miracle is taken out of context.
That's not exactly what I meant.

We're here for an abortion.

-Have you changed your mind?
-She's 16.

At 16, a woman has control
over her own body.

Your daughter has the right to decide.
The choice is hers to make.

Anyway, let's see how it's going.
Can you lie down?

When was the last time you came?

How long has it been, Julie?

It has been 15, 16 weeks
since the last period.

Right?

It's too late for abortion.

Mom?

Say something, please.

I don't understand.

I've always done everything
to protect you and you're ruining it.

How so?

I'm happy. I want this baby. And Ludo too.

You've been a young mom.
What can't I be one?

I wasn't 16. I didn't have CF.

Since when is CF an excuse?
Can't I have a normal life?

Do you realize how selfish it is?

-Have you thought about the baby?
-Of course.

No.

What will happen to it?

-Imagine--
-Imagine what?

Imagine what? Say it.

Imagine I die?

You can die too.
Dad can die too. Everyone can die.

You tell me I have a future
but you don't believe it.

Anyway, it's here now.
We'll take our responsibilities.

-Your responsibilities?
-Yes.

I prepare your pills every morning.

I drive you to all of your appointments.

I'm the one who thinks about everything.

Do you really think you can get by
without me?

Absolutely.

Go ahead, then.

-At least, Ludo's mom was happy for us.
-I'm sorry?

You heard me.

-Did she know about it?
-Yes.

But at least she was happy.

You know what? I'm out of here.
I'll go live with them.

As you said, I don't have much time left.

Not a word?

Anyway, welcome. Our home is your home.

When there's enough for eight people,
there's enough for nine.

-Even 10.
-Welcome.

So the rule here is that everyone
must pull their weight.

I cook a massive dinner
for everyone to eat together.

Before that, to each their own.

If you're hungry,
grab something in the fridge.

-Okay.
-You can settle down in Ludo's room.

-You know the way.
-Thanks a lot.

No problem.

Do you need help unpacking?

Having second thoughts?

No, I'm much better here.

You were not here yesterday.
Do you have a sick note?

No.

It was exam day. I need to grade you.

I'll give you an oral test, okay?

-Now?
-Yes, now. I'm doing you a favor.

We don't often get second chances in life.

Because…

as Paulo Coelho used to say,

if you can't change your past,

change your future.

Now, give me the ingredients
in choux pastry.

I guess there's some pastry, right?

Hey.
No, there's no pastry in a choux pastry.

That's what happens when you spend
your time getting a bun in the oven.

So, choux pastry, do you know or not?

I'm sorry, that's a fail. I know your
situation but you leave me no choice.

Go ahead with your fail.
This is not my life.

So your choux pastry
and your fucking quotes,

-you can eat them and die.
-Julie.

Julie.

See?

Giving a second chance
to someone who betrayed you,

it's like giving a second bullet
to someone who missed you.

Clint Eastwood.

In the end, I wasn't going to be
a firefighter or a police officer.

but I was going to have a baby.

Come.

Let's go, honey.
You'll help us with the hay.

Let's get started. The cattle never waits.

For the first time, I felt free,
as if my disease had disappeared.

My life was starting for real.

I felt invincible.

I'm not sure hay is a good idea for her.

Look how happy she is.
It's part of the healing process.

Look.

-Mother-in-law? A drink?
-I've had enough, thanks.

Smells nice.

-Again? Here.
-A bit more, thanks.

Honestly, we didn't expect to become
grandparents with our youngest boy.

Right, Xavier? It's good. Better make kids
when you still have some energy.

Ludo, I had you at 40.
It was great, but it was exhausting.

Hand over your plate, honey. Here.

-Do you know who I saw today?
-No, but you're going to tell us.

Good old Robert. The guy with a nose
as red as a chili pepper.

Shit, I forgot.

Excuse me.

Mustard, please.

Is there some left?

-Ludo? Ludo, can you come for a sec?
-Coming.

-I'll be back.
-It's delicious, Mom.

-Did I take the thinner this morning?
-Isn't it the orange bottle?

No, that's the antibiotics.

I knew hay was a bad idea.

It's nothing. Just a bit of dust.

How about we call your mom?

No way. She already thinks I'm a kid.

We should go see your doctor.

-Ludo, it's getting cold!
-I'm telling you, I'm fine.

Julie, I'm serious.

You know, right?
I bet my mom called you straight away.

She did and it's normal.
And you should have come sooner.

I didn't come here for a lecture.

I'm here for the baby.

Is there some pill I should be taking
or some things to avoid?

You're right, some treatments
can't be taken while pregnant.

That's the main issue.

If you get infected,
we're not sure we can treat you.

Why is everyone
talking about complications?

Nobody is happy for me.
I'm perfectly fine.

Listen, Julie. Being pregnant
is a massive change for your body.

Your disease can take a turn
for the worse overnight.

Your baby maybe born earlier
if your body can't handle it.

-Do you understand?
-So you're on her side.

Do you know what she did?
She kicked me out.

She didn't tell you that.

It's not about taking sides. Look at me.

The most important is for you
to be taken care of.

I got you an appointment
with an obstetrician on the fourth floor.

This is for the father.

He must absolutely…

get tested

to know if he carries the CFTR gene.

If he does, the baby can get it too.

Why would he have it?
CF is not that common.

Tell him to get tested. It's important.

Promise?

Okay.

I admit things are all over the place.

We don't even know where we'll live,

but we'll find a solution with your dad.

What are you doing?

Well done.

I read that it's important
to talk to the baby,

so that it recognizes my voice.

-You want to try?
-What can I say?

Your father is not the talkative type.
Better get used to it.

Don't listen to your mom. She's a liar.

Regardless, we still love your dad.

You're a bit hot.

I saw the doctor and the gynecologist.
Everything is fine.

-Did they say anything?
-No.

So everything is fine.

Hello.

I just spoke with the PT.
Julie canceled her last two appointments.

Shit.

Apparently, she's no longer
going to school either.

-You shouldn't have let her leave.
-Thanks a lot.

As if I didn't feel guilty enough already.

Don't you see that I'm miserable?
That I don't sleep anymore?

That each time the phone rings,
I'm afraid it's the hospital?

I'm scared all the time. I can't do it.

Look at me. Look at me.

It's fine.

Can you go talk to her?

She won't listen to me.

-Will you go? You promise?
-Yes.

Are you okay, honey?

I'm fine.

How is it going?

Any morning sickness?

When your mom was pregnant with you,
she couldn't eat a thing.

What do you want, Dad?

-I wanted to know how you're doing.
-As you can see, I'm fine.

I'm told you're not going to school.

I don't have time.

Julie, wait.

What?

Your mom is worried about you.

-We both are.
-Are you?

Should have thought of it before.

I just wanted you to be happy for us.
Apparently, that's too much to ask.

-So?
-She's fine.

-Did you see her? Did you speak with her?
-Yes, she's fine. A bit tired, that's all.

Tired? Tired how?

She looked a bit pale but she seemed fine.

And her breathing? Was it fast? Clogged?

I don't know. She was just tired.
I'm not a doctor.

Unbelievable.

I'm asking you one question. You can't
even tell me how's your daughter.

I'm an idiot. I should have gone myself.
You're useless.

I'm useless?

You're right. I'm useless since you know
everything better than anyone else.

Why don't you give us some space to exist?

Don't you see we've all had enough?
You're imprisoning us in that disease.

You're finally realizing your daughter
is sick? Good job, Christian.

Give me a fucking break.

You don't see us anymore.
You don't see me.

Don't make this about you.

I don't remember the last time
we laughed together or had sex.

Why do you think I spend
all my time in the garage?

You want to control everything.
You're suffocating us.

-No wonder she left.
-No, it's your fault she left.

You keep telling her she's perfectly fine.

I can't take it anymore
and I'm not the only one.

You don't even know that
your daughter wants to go to Paris.

What? The fuck is he talking about?

So, Julie can do whatever she wants
but I can't?

You don't see what you're putting us
through. It's exhausting.

I'm a tyrant. Is that it?

You're the one who left me that role.

You've never been
to a single doctor's appointment.

What's PYO? Tell me.
You don't even know what it is.

It's a bacteria that can damage your
daughter's lungs. She can die from it.

You don't know a single drug she takes.

I take care of everything. Everything!

So I'm sorry if I'm making your life
a living hell.

Stop it, Cathy.

You don't remember the last time we
laughed? Go ahead! Go laugh! Get lost!

You're right! It's better this way!

Bye.

Hi.

Hi.

What do you want?

I need to get my stuff
and I don't want to see Mom.

Are you serious?

You just came to get your stuff,
not to check how I'm doing.

You don't give a shit.

Sorry. How's home?

Well, Dad left, so…

our parents split up.

-They split up?
-Yeah. Why do you care?

Since you were born,
it's always been about you,

yet you left as soon as it was convenient.

It's all about you.

I didn't choose to be sick.

I know, I know.

How's the baby?

Fine.

Good. And you?

Come home.

No.

Julie?

Are you okay?

Cathy?

No, she's not. Not at all.

She's burning and sweating a lot.

Respiratory distress.
We need to intubate her.

-So, how is she?
-They put her in an induced coma.

Shit.

I didn't know it was that bad.

Yeah.

I've been worrying for years
just to make your life a fucking hell.

Keep me updated.

Okay. Bye.

-So?
-Nothing, still.

-I'm sure it will be fine.
-I don't know.

This crap is like Russian roulette.

You haven't changed your mind, right?

No.

For fuck sake.
Are you seriously going to do that to me?

It's not that. It's just that--

I can't leave right now.

You can't sacrifice yourself
your whole life.

I'm not sacrificing myself.
It's my family.

You can understand, can't you?

Yes. I understand
we'll always come second.

It's not that.
It's just not the right time.

What did we say?

Getting a flat,
starting a new life together--

-Yes.
-It doesn't count?

Of course, it does.
But I can't leave right now.

The thing is I can't wait.
I can't stand it any longer.

Are you leaving without me?

I hate telling you this,

but I'll take that train by myself.

-No, no, no.
-Let me go.

-Hello, Doc. So?
-Everything is fine.

Saturation went up.

She's out of intensive care
and back to her room.

-And the baby?
-It's fine too.

You'll see her soon.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

Hey, honey.

-Thanks.
-You're awake.

-You scared the hell out of us.
-I'm sorry.

Will you follow our advice now?

Tell me. Have you got the results
of the genetic test?

-Which test?
-You didn't tell him?

It's extremely important.
You didn't get tested?

-No.
-You have to.

If you carry the CFTR gene,
the baby has 25 percent chance to get it.

But I'm not sick.

You can carry the gene without being sick

like Julie's parents.

Why didn't you tell me?

No point. I know you don't have it.

Imagine I give it to the kid.

-Everything will be fine. Trust me.
-I'm the father for Christ's sake.

You can't always decide on your own.
Who am I to you?

Fuck this.

I was coming back from the Rancho--

Give me another one.

-Bottoms up?
-Sure.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Pick up, you bastard.

He's not answering.

Give him some time. He'll come back.

It's been three days.
He's never been that upset.

Why didn't you tell him about the test?

No point. My baby can't be sick.

If it is, I won't handle it.

Of course, you will.

How do you think I did it?
I managed, didn't I?

You'll see.

Once you become a mom,
you get superpowers.

I'm not like you.

You're annoying,
but you still handle everything.

-I'm annoying?
-Hell yeah.

-Am I?
-Yes.

My baby.

You're the strongest person I know.

Do you think I'm going to let you down?
Is that what you think?

This baby will have a great mom
and a great granny.

Nothing can go wrong.

-Okay?
-Okay.

All right, move your ass.
We're going home.

I'll unpack your suitcase later, okay?

What's that?

The cradle you used to sleep in.

Your dad is restoring it.
He drops by sometimes.

-Do you like it?
-It's pretty.

I was thinking it might be easier
for you to live here with the baby.

And Ludo, of course.

Do you think he'll forgive me?

Yes.

Ludo.

-Can we speak?
-Sure.

I want us to turn over a new leaf.

What's done is done.

The future is all that matters now.

And this future, it's Julie and the baby.

They need you.

-Is she upset with me?
-You'll see that with her.

She's strong-headed.
It won't be all rainbows with her.

She can't live without you.

What if I fail?

Or don't know how to take care of the kid?

Nobody knows that stuff.
Nobody has ever known.

It comes naturally, don't worry.

So, what do I tell her?

You okay?

I'm sorry.

I didn't realize it was so dangerous.
Otherwise, I would have told you.

I don't want the baby to be sick.

Like me.

And--

One day…

who knows when,

I may leave you alone with the baby.

It's unfortunate but I knew that.

I'll always be there for the baby.

Even if one day you're gone,

I know you'll be with us.

It's the test results.

So?

It's negative.

-You see?
-Come here.

Breathe in from the nose.

Follow the contraction, just like this.

And breathe out.

Empty your lungs.

Come on, Julie. Ludo, focus.

Once the contraction has gone,
we can relax the muscle

and touch the baby.

Together, you can tell the baby
that you're here.

Now, let's see
if the baby's got everything.

So…

here we've got a thigh with the femur.

Here's the heart.

And here's the placenta.
Look, the whole leg.

The foot, the leg, the thigh.
See? It's moving.

It's in good shape. It's moving a lot.
Let's have a look at the face.

Here's the profile.

Here you can see the mouth.

Cool, right?

Come in. Garriguès.

Perfect timing,
we've just started morphology.

You've seen the face. Now I'll go down.

Here's the butt.

-Do you want to know the sex?
-Yes.

-We do.
-It's a girl.

I told you.

However, I've measured the cervix.
It's short, which is threatening.

You've had contractions that shortened it
and it's starting to open.

So you'll have to calm down
and cut down on those bike rides, okay?

Near the end of the pregnancy,
the disease can gain ground.

If you feel short of breath,
straight to the hospital.

Shit.

I didn't know you were here.

I came to do the laundry.

-I should have told you.
-No, it's fine.

I think I messed up, look.

-Did you mix whites with colors?
-I put this.

You'll be cute in pink.

-Do you want a coffee?
-I have a customer waiting for me.

Next time?

Sure.

Some time this week?

Okay.

-Did you empty the dishwasher?
-Yes.

-Don't tell me you've made coffee too?
-I did. It's on the table.

What's got into you?

Nothing.

Did you know Amélie
split up with her girlfriend?

-Her girlfriend?
-Her lover, if you prefer.

I didn't know she had a girlfriend.

They were planning
to settle down in Paris.

Really?

Why didn't she tell me?

She didn't know how to.

She thought you'd be upset with her.

-Hello. I'm Capucine.
-Great.

-Hello, Capucine. Did you find easily?
-Yes, no problem.

As you can see, it's a big salon.
That's a lot of work for two people.

-The clients are really nice.
-Mom?

-Yes?
-What's going on?

Feel free to look around.

-Sure.
-Thanks.

-What are you doing?
-I'm hiring.

Why?

I can't run the salon by myself
when you go to Paris.

-Wait, what? I don't get it.
-I just need you to train her, okay?

After that, you go and catch up with--

I don't even know. What's her name?

It's Vanessa.

-Vanessa?
-Yes.

Thank you.

-Thank you.
-Honey.

Thank you.

Let's get to work.

Capucine, look. Here are the chairs.

Here are the products.
We only use ammonia-free products.

I'm done with the cradle. Anyone here?

Julie, are you there?

Are you okay, honey?

Julie?

You don't seem well.

You're burning. Are you cold?
Look at me. Are you cold?

Here.

Stay here. Don't worry.

I'll get the phone. I'll be back.
Don't move.

Julie's lungs are congested.

We can't give her the treatment she needs
because she's pregnant.

So?

The gynecologist suggests
to induce labor.

-I think it's the right thing to do.
-Okay.

Hello.

-Hello.
-I'm her father.

-Dad.
-Yes?

They want to force me into labor
when Ludo is not here.

It's for your own good.

It's for your and your baby's health.
You have to listen to them.

Where's Ludo?

He's not answering. I'll try again.

-Are you okay?
-Mom.

-I'll call Ludo.
-Okay.

-Tell them to wait, please.
-We'll follow the doctors' advice.

Don't worry, honey. I'm here.

Legrand, yes. He's studying mechanics.

I know he's in class but it's important.
I must talk to him.

Everything is going to be fine.

Don't worry, it'll be all right.

Yes.

Okay. Did you inform him?

Thanks a lot. Goodbye.

It's okay. Ludo knows.

He's coming.

I won't give birth if he's not here.

We'll do as the doctors say.

If we need to induce labor now,
we'll do it.

Stop arguing. You don't have a choice.

Do you understand?

Now calm down. Everything is fine.

Daddy is right. We're here with you. Good.

It'll be all right.

Breathe slowly. Good. My baby.

Incoming contraction. Let's give it a try.

Take a deep breath and push. Now.

Breathe slowly, calm down.
Grab the handles.

-Grab the handles, just like earlier.
-Grab it. Good.

Breathe in and push.
Push now. Push, push.

Push harder while the contraction is here.

Push more, more, more.
Come on, again, again. It's coming.

-Go, go, go.
-More, more.

-Great job.
-It's coming. Hold the contraction.

-It's okay, relax. Breathe. Relax.
-Relax.

Breathe.

It's going to be fine. Breathe slowly.

You're going to make it. I'm sure of it.

It's going to be all right. I trust you.

Let's wait for the next one
and you give everything you've got.

Focus on breathing more slowly.

Don't breathe too fast.
You have to breathe slower.

Make sure to slow down.

Brace yourself.
Grab the handles, lock your elbows.

-Last one. She has to come out.
-You'll make it.

-Incoming contraction.
-Look who's here.

Daddy's here. Great.

-Right on time.
-Let's go.

-The contraction's coming.
-Is it?

-Then it's time.
-Push hard.

This time, she's coming out.

Give everything you've got.
You're going to make it.

Let's go. You'll rest soon,
but for now, just push.

Go, go, go.

Push, push. Very good.

Push, push, push. More, more.
Stop. Don't push anymore.

-I see the head.
-She's coming.

-She's here. The head's out.
-I want to hear that baby.

-A bit more for the shoulders.
-Push strong.

-Look who's here. Good job.
-Congratulations. You did it.

Good job, honey.

-Oh, my God, I'm going to cry.
-No wonder.

-Does Daddy want to cut the cord?
-I'm good, thanks.

-It's done.
-So?

She's magnificent.

-How's Julie?
-She's fine.

-Tired, but fine.
-Can we see them?

Yes, she'll go back to her room
with the baby.

-When?
-In 15 minutes or so.

Awesome.

It's crazy.

Can you imagine? We're grandparents.

Unbelievable.

People will believe it for you, but me--

TO THIS DAY, JULIE STILL LIVES
WITH LUDOVIC AND THEIR TWO CHILDREN,

LOUANE AND MATHIS.

DESPITE THE DISEASE'S ATTACKS,
JULIE REMAINS MORE ALIVE THAN EVER.