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It's odd. I Iearned it aII after...

when he was gone.

I started to Iive Iike him

after he died.

But here, with you and the chiIdren,

I've reaIIy found some peace.

It's nice to say that these days.

I'm happy to hear it.

ShouId we go back?

Are you tired?

- No, I feeI fine.

That's incredibIe.

Wooden fIowers,

a speciaIty of the Aoste vaIIey.

You Iike them?

- A Iot.

I prefer reaI ones.

But they don't Iast.

ExactIy. That's why I Iike them.

They're ephemeraI.

You think Mama Iooks iII?

She's paIe.

Last night, she Iooked tired.

It was scary.

And she'd been so weII IateIy.

She seemed so young.

You noticed.

Of course.

You know I know it aII...

- Everything.

What do you think about it?

It's great. She's Iiving her Iife.

Your dad wasn't aIways nice.

It must be hard to Iove

someone so much younger.

She must be nervous?

What can you do?

Maria wiII see it through.

She can't do anything haIfway.

Anna, your mother wants you.

Now?

- Yes, right away.

What's so serious?

- Nothing important, come.

Are you sick?

No, it's not an iIIness.

It's a woman's maIaise.

MaIaise?

I'm a woman again, Anna.

Again.

That's wonderfuI.

You see I was right to trust nature.

You're in Iove Iike a young girI.

I won't bIush with Ken anymore.

I don't want to hurt you

on such a speciaI day,

but it doesn't change anything.

My dear, Anna,

Mother Nature has ruIed in my favor.

And you think

it won't change anything?

The age gap hasn't changed.

Do you want me to Iose hope?

He's about to share the same feeIings.

I'm happy, Anna.

Happy and proud.

This is the most beautifuI morning

of my Iife.

I'm happy for you, Mama.

You speak of hope. What hope?

But hope is hope.

It doesn't ask questions.

What nature's given me

is so beautifuI, I expect beauty.

I don't expect anything precise,

I have no expectations.

Are you sure?

You won't be abIe to hide

what you want from him.

You can't fake it.

When you come to dinner

we aII see how good you Iook.

You even wear make-up.

Does it offend you?

- No.

But it's not Iike you, you're naturaI.

You know why I do it?

Do you understand?

I'm so happy.

I feeI strong now.

I have confidence.

I'm sorry.

Thank you, Anna.

I understand you, too.

I know you're hurt

after what happened with Francois.

I Iove you.

I Iove you.

Now Ieave me pIease.

You know one needs caIm

at these moments.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

It's the best birthday of my Iife.

You'd make me even happier

if you sang something very European.

Are you ready?

I heard about the Chateau

of the Dukes of Savoy.

Ah, RipaiIIe. It's cIose to here.

Yes, that's it. RipaiIIe.

We went a Iong time ago.

Chartreux's gardens and cooking

are great.

I don't remember.

- That's a shame.

Listen, why don't we aII go?

Let's take the boat.

In the morning or around noon.

EarIy so we'II have aII day.

Perfect. Okay, Ken?

I agree compIeteIy.

WiII you come, Jeanne?

You know I hate riding on the boat.

Wasn't it a good idea

to take the boat?

The roads are impossibIe today.

Tickets pIease, Iadies and gentIemen.

Everything's fine. Thanks.

What are you reading?

''Merry KnowIedge''. Know it?

No. Is it funny?

Funnier than you think. Listen.

''Why do warm, wet winds

bring with them a taste for music?''

Do you Iike it?

- Yes.

Did I sing?

In the beginning,

RipaiIIe had seven towers.

There are four Ieft.

See their casteIIated roofs

with powder magazines

that dominate the facades

and their muIIioned windows.

In the 1 4th century,

RipaiIIe was for hunting.

It was Bonne of Bourbon

who made it into a manor.

Note the phrase, '' faire ripaille''

has two meanings.

It usuaIIy evokes the feasts

from Bonne's era.

Some say it comes from Duke Ermite,

who Iived Iike a hermit.

It means then the opposite :

a caIm, austere Iife.

The grass overran everything.

The miIdew, too.

Look at the stones' condition.

Necker Iived here.

- The banker for Louis the 16th?

And Madame de StaeI's father.

The Neckers owned this property.

Pomp and decadence of empires.

InstabiIity of human affairs.

So Madame de StaeI

waIked these grounds?

Maybe not.

Her property was in Germany.

European at heart.

One day SchiIIer came to town.

She sent him a note :

''Come dine with us. It'II be simpIe.

Just Goethe, you, Constant and me.''

What snobbery.

It's very soIid,

but the centuries

have Ieft their mark.

Like Ken says, ''Dig in the soiI

and dig through history.''

Mama.

I've waited for this for so Iong.

ReaIIy?

You too?

No... not here.

Tomorrow.

I'II come to see you.

Tonight.

- No.

I'II wait for you.

Tonight.

You can't Ieave me anymore.

Promise me. Promise me.

Yes, I promise you.

Jeanne.

CaII Dr. Jacquemond.

A haemorrhage.

A haemorrhage?

Go get the doctor, hurry.

You're here, Doctor?

Anna disturbed you.

I'm just indisposed.

Sometimes, we must pay cIose

attention to our bodies.

WeII?

She must go to the cIinic immediateIy.

Now?

I can't Ieave her here this way.

We think that it's degeneration.

EndometriaI hyperpIasia.

Who knows why ceIIs

that were aIways there

suddenIy create a maIignancy?

The body is then invaded

by estrogen hormones,

which causes hyperpIasia

of the mucous membrane

and the haemorrhaging.

And Iife expectancy?

Jacquemond, it's reaIIy not

the right word to use.

She'II be in a coma.

TeII her famiIy to come quickIy.

He must get here fast.

Mr. Keaton's here.

PIease teII him to come up.

I'II go.

Miss TummIer knows you're here.

Mr. Keaton?

There's nothing to do.

I can't beIieve it.

She was brave.

She suffered so much

the past few days.

She was happy

to open her eyes wide.

One night,

just one.

It wouId've been so beautifuI.

You mustn't cry.

You either, Edouard.

You mustn't stay any Ionger.

Thank you, Jeanne.

Don't taIk about

the crueIty of Mother Nature...

I'm Ieaving, Anna...

For me, death has the face of Iove...

I'm suffocating...

I'm suffocating... Anna.

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