Sage femme Page #3

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Yes, by leaving you something.

Money.

A tidy sum of money.

-No, no.

-Why not?

-Because there's no reason.

-Of course there is!

I'd be happy to know that when I die,

I'll make your life easier.

My life isn't hard.

It's my life. And I like it the way it is.

Wouldn't you like to travel

or take some time for yourself?

No.

Are you alone?

Excuse me?

-Do you have someone?

-No.

Has it been a long time?

Can you tell me why you left

from one day to the next?

-You really want to talk about this?

-Yes.

I knew the question

would come up at some point.

You don't waste time, that's good.

Was it really about money?

Yes, but not only.

What are you doing?

Don't be silly. What's wrong?

Sit down.

We'll never understand each other.

We were just starting to be friends again.

Starting to be friends again?

You disappear for over 30 years,

and I'm supposed to jump when you need me?

I don't want your money.

I don't want to be indebted to you,

Beatrice Sobolewski.

-I don't need you to survive.

-Are you finished?

And one last thing.

I'm really sorry

about your health problem,

but before thinking about coffins,

try giving up smoking, drinking,

red meat and fries.

You'll stop feeding your cancer.

It might be worth a try. Don't you think?

A pain in the ass, just like her father.

Claire!

Wait for me!

Why are you doing this?

You want me to have an epileptic fit

on the sidewalk?

That'd teach you.

We all make mistakes. Sh*t!

You've made mistakes too, haven't you?

Okay, I wasn't fair to him,

but he wasn't easy to live with!

How could I know

he'd kill himself over me?

It flatters your ego, doesn't it?

It's the very opposite! Claire, stop.

I'll faint.

Why did you come back?

I was at peace with all that.

When I found out I was ill

and could die any day,

I thought about

what had counted most in my life...

and it was your father.

He's the only man

who really counted for me, I swear.

What about the others?

You can spend years with a man

who'll always be a stranger,

and a single night with one

you remember your entire life.

Then why did you leave him?

I don't know!

I didn't want the dream to end.

He was finished.

He got this idea in his head

to get a job in a club,

buy a house, and move to the country.

Can you see me in the country?

I can't do it. It's not a crime.

He was a good man.

You were too blind to see.

And he was too blind to see me.

He was lacking ambition,

and he had a foul temper.

-A little like you.

-Don't make me cry.

Claire, I'm sorry.

I can't do it.

Why not?

It's my son Simon.

Answer!

Simon, how are you?

I'm sorry for the other day.

I was a bit...

Wherever you like.

I'll hop on the metro. I'm coming.

-He wants to see me.

-Then go. Where does he live?

-In the 19th.

-That's miles from anywhere!

I'll give you money for a cab.

I could've come up.

I'd like to see where you live.

It's Lucie's place, not mine.

And she's cramming.

Come on. I need to go swimming.

Is everything all right between you?

I didn't spoil things the other day?

I have something important to tell you.

-I'm not going into third year.

-You're not?

How do you know? You just started exams.

I screwed up on my first ones.

You can take them over.

What's the big deal?

-How did you screw up?

-I'm not good enough, Mom.

How can you say that?

You were always top of the class.

That was long ago.

I've decided to stop.

-Stop school?

-Stop medical school.

Have you lost your mind?

You always dreamed of being a surgeon.

I think it was more yours.

No, I've decided to be a midwife.

What?

With my two years of medical school,

I'll make a living in three years.

Is this because of the baby?

Why do you all want to be midwives?

It's not a man's profession.

The world's changing and so are men.

I don't know what to think anymore.

I feel like I made a mistake somewhere.

Can you hear me?

Look at me.

My baby.

Take her for an ultrasound.

She's lucky.

The accident took place nearby.

The clinic is shutting down,

we're understaffed.

Call Oudinot!

Remove the fat tissue.

Go on. Suck it out.

Evelyne.

-Should I push?

-Yes.

Is that good?

Bradycardia. Her heart is slowing down.

We could lose her. Adrenalin.

We're losing her!

One, two, three.

Wake up.

Come on, please.

Please.

Come back, little man.

Stop it!

Come back.

Shut your eyes.

-Why?

-It's a surprise.

Trust me and shut your eyes.

What are we doing?

Advance slowly, I'll guide you.

I trust you, you hear?

-I'm going to open them.

-Not yet!

We're almost there.

You can open them now.

Don't look down and you'll be fine.

Breathe.

I used to come here when I was a kid.

I'd wait for hours on end.

God knows what for.

-Are you hungry?

-Yes.

Wow, caviar!

You can drive a truck

and know the good things in life.

We have our perks, you know.

-I hope you like it.

-I sure do.

When I was little,

my dad and I ate it often.

Was he rich?

No, but...

Here. It stimulates the taste buds.

My father was a famous swimming champion.

He traveled a lot.

-Is he dead?

-Yes.

His name was Antoine Breton.

Does the name ring a bell?

Not really.

He won lots of medals in the 70's.

Two-time French champion

and the Olympics too.

I often traveled with him

when I was a kid.

-Is your mother still alive?

-Yes.

But we don't get along. I mean not at all.

To this extent, it's surrealistic.

We have nothing in common.

As if I weren't her daughter.

What about you?

Me?

Your parents?

They've reached the end of the road.

Or almost.

Together.

You have to die one day.

Can I ask you something?

What would you do,

if someone from the past reappeared?

Someone who hurt you.

I'd cross the street. Wouldn't you?

I don't know.

Who is it?

Someone who betrayed me a long time ago.

A woman.

What does she want with you?

She's very sick.

She needs a nurse.

I can't let her down.

I just can't.

I have to get going.

I don't feel well. It must be the vodka.

Alcohol makes me...

If I drink too much, I get emotional.

I like it when you get emotional.

You're beautiful.

You're here.

Yes, it's me.

You slept for 24 hours.

I'm not dead?

No.

Everything went well.

How do I look to you? Fuzzy, clear?

My head is killing me.

How many fingers?

Don't give me the fingers routine.

I can see you.

One moment,

I thought I was on the other side.

That I'd never see you again.

I couldn't move.

Then I came round...

and you were there.

You know what I'd really love?

You'll have a fit.

Hardboiled eggs and mayonnaise.

I'm not sure that's healthy or not.

I'll find that for you.

How are you feeling?

I heard you were awake.

I'll come back later.

No, stay.

She's my daughter.

My daughter Claire.

I'll be frank with you.

The tumor was much bigger than we thought.

Your mother went into a coma

for several hours and that's not good.

I won't lie to you, I'm worried.

Hang in there.

-She said you're in the medical field.

-Yes, I'm a midwife.

When I die,

you can just throw me in a garbage bag

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