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Le bonheur de Pierre
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- 2009
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PIERRE, A HAPPY MAN
This story is both
beautiful and horrible.
Most stories are.
The world is full of contradictions.
Nothing exists, unless
Good rubs shoulders with Evil,
Life with Death,
and intelligence with human idiocy.
I know this dual world well.
I've devoted my life to it.
I am a quantum physicist.
You, I, him,
this table, them -
we are all part of one whole,
linked by a fascinating,
mysterious phenomenon:
quantum physics.
The infinitesimally small
is so small
that we come to doubt
that we even exist.
The discovery
of wave-particle duality
compels us to question
everything we think we know.
It is energy and it is matter,
but it doesn't become matter
until we observe it.
Fascinating!
All humanity and
merely the reflection
of our own thoughts.
Consciousness,
the mind, the soul,
could be an eternal flow
of energy
which is and
has always been.
Matter?
A grand illusion.
Reality?
Simply a question
of perception.
May I?
A briefcase. Thank you.
We know already
that we won't find
a car or a piano inside.
What is this?
- A sheet of paper?
No.
It's an airplane.
Now what is it?
A plane crash?
Good. You're getting the idea.
But no, it's a ball of paper.
It's also an airplane,
and it is still a sheet of paper.
And now?
- A sheet of paper?
Not at all. It's the account
for your tuition fees.
You see, everything depends
on how we perceive things.
The class ended 5 minutes ago.
I won't keep you any longer.
Thank you.
Hello?
Mr. Pbret!
It's been a while.
What can I do for you?
Died? I'm sorry to hear that.
It comes to us all, doesn't it?
To each in his own time.
Aunt Jeanne?
My Aunt Jeanne?
No, I haven't seen her
for ages.
Not since she left for Canada,
I was 7 or 8 years old.
It's pretty late.
Can't this wait
until tomorrow?
An inn?
All right. I'm on my way.
Aunt Jeanne in Canada...
that life goes by as quickly
as a day at the fair
Buried deep in my thoughts,
I rediscovered the small boy
who dreamed of adventure,
snow and lands far away.
Oh, yes. The phone.
Hello? Yes, darling.
I'm just leaving, darling.
Yes... No, darling...
I'm sorry, princess.
I was lost in the snow.
I mean, it's Aunt Jeanne.
Hello? Hello? Hello?
I'm leaving. Yes. I'm leaving.
That was my daughter Catherine.
Here was my chance
to take her far away
from Paris to a place
my philosophy of happiness.
If I could convince her to come.
Darling, I'm going to Canada,
and so are you.
No. That won't work.
Princess, did I ever mention
Aunt Jeanne?
Well, she died and
we're going to join her.
That won't work either.
Catherine!
Yes, sweetheart.
No, I had to see the notary.
Yes. About a contract...
It's complicated. Yes, yes.
No, I know I shouldn't talk
on the phone when I'm driving,
but remember, you called me!
I'll be there soon. Yes. Yes!
Yes! What a temper...
Catherine, pack your bags.
Canada! You're mad.
Why on earth did you agree?
The notary had already
left me several messages.
Who wants her cabin in Canada?
It's miles from anywhere.
An innkeeper in Canada.
Far from the big city rat race.
It would be good for me.
Your mind is going.
And your social instincts.
Hello. What?
He's going to let that inexperienced
slut do the interview of my career?
The man has no balls!
Correction:
he has got balls.That's the problem.
Because the slut's main talent
is snuggling into his lap!
She mustn't write it alone.
Yes. Thanks.
Talk to you later.
Listen to this.
A picturesque village
with 400 inhabitants
on the banks of the majestic
Saguenay River fjord.
400? 1 ,200 people came to
the last party the paper threw.
A new life, isn't it great?
- No.
I have a life here in Paris.
an apartment of your own
and settle down too.
You know...
Since Claudia left us,
I need to see you more often.
I know.
But four nights a week is a lot.
I have my life to live,
I have a career, a boyfriend...
You say you don't love him.
- That's not the point.
He models in GQ, he looks like
a Greek god, that's all I ask.
Look! The will. Do you realize
we're the last of the family?
You never saw
Aunt Jeanne again.
I can't!
My DNA's in mourning.
It's biological.
My every cell
howls in loneliness.
that'll calm you down.
We had more than enough
emotion for one night.
Sleep tight, Daddy.
Where's my Pekoe?
Oh, there you are, sweetie.
Time for beddy-byes?
Don't close the door.
Suddenly you're
afraid of the dark?
Sometimes I think you have
a mental age of 5.
I'll leave the door open,
but turn out the light.
Come on,
time for beddy-byes.
There we go, sweetie.
Good night, Daddy.
Good night, princess.
Know what?
To inherit Aunt Jeanne's estate,
we must meet one condition:
to live in the inn
for a year and a day.
Objection, Your Honour.
Please allow my client to serve
his time in his own country.
Lights out, please.
Or else all her property will go
to the municipality
of St. Simone du Nord.
What if it's
the call of the wild?
The only call I'm expecting
is from that rat Jean-Luc.
But not until tomorrow.
I'm going to sleep!
Lights, please.
Usually we turn it off
with the switch.
Princess! You're going to be
able to start your own paper.
Aunt Jeanne has left us
$1 ,673,000!
More than a million euros.
A million euros?
This is the call of the wild!
We have to get dressed.
- Let's get dressed.
Welcome to Montreal's Trudeau
International Airport.
It's 3:
20 local timeand the temperature is -22C.
Thank you for flying Air Transat.
On behalf of captain Bonin and all
the crew, we wish you a pleasant stay
and hope to see you again,
next time you travel.
On behalf of Air Transat,
thank you.
I knew full well that it was
That was her only reason
for coming to Canada.
But I would show her
thejoys of nature,
wide-open spaces
and simple things.
Seen from the sky, everything
is small. Infinitely small.
It's obvious that
we are all linked together.
Is it over? Are we there yet?
One last short trip by car
and we'll be there.
Hello, hello! Michel Dolbec,
Mayor of St. Simone du Nord.
Ma'am.
- Hello.
This way.
Here we are.
And the last one...
Poor Pekoe. Such a long trip
for such a good dog.
It's like being aboard the QEII.
Will we dock tonight,
or tomorrow at dawn?
Dear God.
It's the end of the world.
It's so quiet.
- Oh yeah.
Quiet as the grave.
Hear that?
No. I don't hear anything.
Princess.
Daddy,
this isn't going to work.
Of course it is, sweetheart.
You're tired.
It's a long trip
and you're jet-lagged.
Climb out and look around.
They don't look French.
No, they look Eskimo.
Listen.
You go in the back.
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