Sage femme Page #2

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You scared me.

I have too many.

Mr. Baron isn't here?

No, he's not.

-Who are you?

-His son.

It's an excellent potato.

Firm, tasty flesh. Sauted, it's the best.

Is he well?

Not really.

I came to give him a hand.

So what about the potatoes?

No, thanks. I already bought mine.

Come on, Mrs. Carrelet.

Be brave.

You're almost there. Don't move.

Take a deep breath.

Hello, doctor.

-How's life, kiddo?

-Good.

Catch your breath, and we'll start again.

Breathe out.

Everything okay? Breathe calmly.

Easy does it. Inhale deeply.

You okay?

Film the baby!

You're doing good!

Super, don't let go.

We're almost there. We can see him.

You're doing great.

Sir, put your phone down and come here.

I'm going to need you.

Put your hands

under her buttocks and lift up.

Breathe out.

Lift her up a bit. That's good.

Very good.

Okay, let's go. That's good. Look at me!

Come on, Mrs. Bernard!

Catch your breath,

and we start over at once.

Push hard. Come on.

Here's the baby.

Look.

Claire, good timing. Can I have a word?

Listen,

the hospital is making a good offer.

The new baby factory?

Not really my thing.

-Someone dropped this off for you.

-For me?

Must be true love!

Elodie and Sophie agreed. Others will too.

Forgive me, Beatrice

The working conditions will be great.

It's very sweet of you, Thomas,

but I've always made my own decisions.

I don't see why I'd change now.

No hard feelings. See you tomorrow.

My lettuce came out with the rain.

What about you?

Yes, mine did too.

-Do you use slug pellets?

-No way. No chemicals for me.

I have a great tip: cat litter!

You sprinkle a circle around each plant

and good-bye snails!

It's today?

-Didn't we say next week?

-No.

-I'm Lucie.

-Hello.

I'm happy to meet you.

Simon's told me so much about you.

At least we have dessert.

Maybe I can help you out.

I've got everything you need in my shed.

Who's that?

The neighbor's son. Mr. Baron.

Mr. Baron has a son?

Looks that way.

I didn't tell you. I found a summer job.

At a friend's father's practice.

-A doctor?

-Plastic surgeon.

He'll teach me how to use

Botox and collagen.

A few tricks that make money.

Can't you find anything better?

That's not medicine.

I need money, so I'll do what it takes.

Go pick grapes!

At least it's physical,

and you meet interesting people.

Simon!

French, Italian or Spanish wine?

Ask the kids. I don't drink.

Always being on the road isn't hard?

I love it, always have.

My dad was a truck driver before me.

-You're a truck driver?

-An international truck driver.

Lambrusco...

and a Georgian Saperavi.

Excellent wine. Should I open it?

I don't have a corkscrew.

I forgot. You don't drink.

It goes well with that.

Is being a midwife a calling?

You're a midwife?

It must be fabulous

bringing babies into the world.

Yes. They spring out of nowhere.

From nothing in a sense.

-Who wants sugar?

-I do.

-You're never afraid?

-I don't have the luxury.

You'll see when you're a doctor.

It's a question you'll never ask again.

I hope I'm not too blunt.

We dissected our first body last week.

It was hard.

The guy was barely 50.

When we cut open the thorax...

and got to the heart...

Admit it. You almost fainted.

You moron!

It could've been anyone we know.

My dad or my mom. Or even you.

I understand.

A dead body is just a...

an object.

Whereas alive,

if you know how to use it properly...

I'm perfectly serious.

Bodies know exactly what they need.

The problem is the mind.

You have to let go of the mind.

That's the big problem.

I'm pregnant.

You heard.

We're going to have a baby.

What about college?

It's not the end of the world.

We'll make it.

-How far along are you?

-Three months.

I apologize. I'm reacting badly.

Simon and I gave it a lot of thought.

We want to be young parents.

My parents were your age when they had me.

All the more reason!

Please forgive me.

I'm very happy.

Look!

The tumor is relatively well-placed.

It's not pressing down

on the brain stem yet.

Will I need chemotherapy?

It scares me to death.

We'll only have a clear diagnosis

after the operation.

I can't tell you now.

And afterwards?

Afterwards there are various options.

Chemotherapy, of course.

But I also know a doctor in Louvain

who's developing a new protocol.

If you want to try, of course.

He takes 20% of your white blood cells

to make a vaccination.

A vaccination against cancer?

By mixing your white blood cells

with cells from the tumor,

we can reprogram them.

Once re-injected,

these cells hunt down the sick cells.

Like a sort of vaccination.

It's still in the research phase,

but if you're interested,

I'll find out

if I can enroll you in the trial.

What do you think?

-Where's Louvain?

-In Belgium.

Wonderful, I love beer.

So when can we start?

I don't want you shaving my head!

They'll drill a hole in my head,

pump my blood,

and god knows what else!

Who knows?

Maybe I won't wake up!

Or else completely paralyzed!

What do you mean trust them?

I can't trust anyone in this damned town!

I have to wait ten days!

I was ready to be operated on right away.

Could you spend the night

at my place tonight?

I'm so scared.

I'm begging you.

Yes, come for lunch!

What would you like to eat?

Where should I reserve a table?

Yes, we'll talk.

I have so many things to tell you.

See you on Friday, Claire. Thank you.

Porte de Montreuil, please.

Rue des Vignoles.

You lose.

Help yourself, Beatrice. You won.

Calf's head, I love calf's head.

Would you like to split

a prime rib with bone marrow?

I don't eat meat.

In your state,

red meat is not exactly advisable.

-Your doctor didn't tell you?

-I believe in the power of pleasure.

Don't count on me eating

vegetable broth and steamed broccoli.

Why are you always unpleasant?

The two of us need to have a serious talk.

About my funeral to start with.

Stop it. You're not going to die.

First, I don't want to be cremated.

Second...

I looked at coffins on internet.

They make these lightweight,

elegant little coffins

from corn stalks

or some other biodegradable material.

And they cost peanuts.

I'm not tight,

but that's money out the window.

What'll you have?

Hello, ladies.

I'll have the codfish.

-With green beans instead of potatoes?

-Sure.

If I can't have prime rib,

I'll take tenderloin, the biggest one.

-12 ounces.

-Perfect. Underdone.

With French fries and Barnaise sauce.

No, mayonnaise!

What kind of wine do you suggest?

A Bordeaux?

I'd suggest a Saint-Julien or a Graves.

-Saint-Julien. You'll have a glass?

-I don't drink.

And water, please.

Still or sparkling?

Tap water will do.

-What's your son's name again?

-Simon.

-What's he like? You have good relations?

-Okay.

He's ready to leave home.

Will you introduce me?

I'd love to meet him.

He's in the middle of exams.

Claire, I've thought things over.

I realize I treated you badly.

I'd like to pay my debt.

Pay your debt?

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