Sage femme

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Come on. Push. That's good.

That's good.

Once again. That's it.

Breathe out. Now inhale.

Take a deep breath.

That's it. Come on!

Push hard, push!

In memory of Yvonne Andr

We're not quite there.

Let's start over.

Push again, push hard.

That's good.

That's it! Push again, hard.

You're doing good. It's perfect.

Look at your baby, Magali. He's here!

He's beautiful.

There he is!

You can grab him.

Put your hand here.

Here's your baby.

Congratulations!

You did a great job.

It's a relief. I believe you.

He came out so fast!

It's fabulous.

He's going to fall asleep.

Look at the sweet hands.

He's falling asleep.

THE MIDWIFE:

Have you made your decision?

I don't want to think about it.

You could go independent.

I'd like to,

but there's so much hassle involved.

It's not fair. We fought back.

-They can't do this to us.

-Apparently they can.

The monitor in No. 2 is going berserk.

Come quick.

The cord is wrapped around its neck.

Call Dr. Oudinot!

-My baby, my baby!

-Calm down.

Everything's fine.

Everything will be fine.

-How dilated is she?

-9 cm.

9 centimeters?

I'm going to do something you won't like.

It won't last long.

It'll take care of everything.

Hang on.

Don't push!

There you go.

You're fully dilated.

Now push hard!

That's it.

Here's your baby.

Sh*t, I'm late.

I didn't sleep a wink all night.

Between the kids

and Fred who's starting to freak.

I think I'm going to accept.

What about you?

I'd rather die.

DON'T GIVE UP

Hi, Claire.

It's me, Mom.

I won't be home tonight.

I'll call you tomorrow. Bye.

Hello, I'm looking for Antoine Breton.

I found you in the phone book

and I was wondering

if you weren't his daughter?

This is Beatrice.

Beatrice Sobolewski.

06-78-56...

44-98.

Talk to you soon maybe.

It's Claire.

Stand in front of her

and pull hard on her arms.

It'll help the baby

find the right position in the womb.

Everything okay?

Of course it is.

-I can't do it!

-Sure you can.

You're lucky.

Your mother's been here for hours.

Evelyne is here. She'll help you.

Hello!

You're not any better, are you?

She showed up all alone.

No family, no one.

She's bleeding

and she won't let us touch her.

-Elodie isn't here?

-She took the day off.

-We don't have her ultrasound?

-Nothing.

Hello.

My name is Claire. And you?

You haven't seen a doctor?

You have to trust me.

I'm here to help you.

But to help you I need to examine you.

Okay?

Come on.

You'll be fine.

Is that you?

Yes, I'm late.

Dr. Mechelany Dentist - Periodontist

I'm here!

At the end of the hallway.

Come in.

I'm not fit to be seen.

Just like me, I fell back asleep.

Oh, it's you!

No, I really can't.

I'm not doing it on purpose.

You know very well.

Yes.

I said I'd pay you back!

Rolande, I can't really talk now.

I'm not alone.

I don't quite know what to say.

Don't worry, we'll find something.

Whiskey?

Grab the bottle and two glasses

in the kitchen.

And the peanuts!

I bet you're wondering

what I'm doing here.

The place belongs to my friend Raymond.

You don't know him.

He moved back to Beirut after the war.

But he kept the apartment.

He lets me stay from time to time.

You don't live in Buenos Aires anymore?

Buenos Aires?

I lived in Buenos Aires?

Goodness me, that was ages ago!

How old are you now?

49 years old.

And back then?

13 or 14.

You always did look older than your age.

Okay then.

The two of us sure had fun together.

You remember?

You forgot the peanuts.

Have a seat, take your raincoat off.

Don't just stand there.

I have an errand to run at Nation.

You could come with me.

No, I can't. I have to go home.

Here's to us?

To life.

No, thank you.

So, how is he?

I looked everywhere for him.

It's probably best I don't know.

He's surely remarried...

with a heap of kids.

Grandad 18 times over.

Why are you asking me this?

What?

Why do you want news of him?

I don't understand.

I have cancer.

I'd been living

with a guy in Biarritz for two years.

It wasn't mad passion but...

He had a heart attack.

I was out on the street.

So I came back here

and found some old gambling buddies.

One of them is a doctor.

He had me take an exam and the ax fell.

A brain tumor.

But I found out too late.

It's never too late. You'll make it.

It's always possible.

That's not what he told me.

But I'm holding up.

How do I look?

Good. Real good.

I have to take some exams soon.

I'll know more then.

What scares me is losing my memory

or ending up paralyzed.

I don't care if I die.

I lived the life I wanted.

Francis, an omelet, fries and red wine.

-What'll you drink?

-Nothing.

What was the name of that teacher

who came to the house?

-What teacher?

-Violin.

You see? I didn't forget.

His name is on the tip of my tongue.

Mr. Ayminor.

That was it!

It's surrealistic.

A music teacher named Ayminor!

So what do you do?

No, let me guess.

Social worker.

Librarian like your mother.

You're so serious.

I'm a midwife.

Here you go.

Taste this and tell me what you think.

No, thank you.

-Divine. A Cte-de-Beaune?

-Not far.

Gevrey-Chambertin. It's nice stuff.

You're like your father.

Not a drop of alcohol. Sports first!

He made up for lost time with me!

Where was I?

It must be wonderful

to see all those babies be born.

Yes, very much so.

Do you have children?

I have a son.

Simon.

What does he do?

Medical school. He wants to be a surgeon.

-What about you?

-You didn't use to be so distant.

-Did you have children?

-My god, no!

I'd have been incapable of raising them.

That having been said, as you grow older,

it must be practical to have kids.

They're there. They fill a void.

What do you say?

I wouldn't put it that way.

You don't want to eat?

He's dead.

It was in the papers.

It's on Wikipedia in black and white.

He committed suicide.

Shortly after you left.

I don't read the papers. I never have.

And I'm lost with Internet.

How?

You really want to know?

He shot himself in the heart.

I found him at home.

The apartment on Blvd. St. Germain

where we all lived together.

I'm so mad at myself.

You can't imagine, Claire.

I couldn't. I just couldn't.

I thought that after all this time,

we'd meet up,

forget all that nonsense, and make peace.

What a fool I am.

You must hate me.

Where's he buried?

It doesn't matter.

Yes, it does. I want to see him.

He was cremated.

I took care of everything.

My mother and I threw his ashes...

in the Seine.

-I have to go.

-Me too!

Francis, put it on my bill.

Wait. I'll call a taxi.

I'll drop you off wherever you want.

Don't bother. Good-bye.

Claire!

Give me your hand.

Come on. I said give me your hand!

It's my last ring.

The others have all been pawned.

I'll get them back one day.

-I can't take this.

-Please.

It's an emerald.

Your father gave it to me in his heyday.

It has value. I'd rather you had it.

Go on. I have to get a grip on myself.

Sh*t, just my rotten luck.

How'd you like some

Belle de Fontenay potatoes?

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