I�ll have a Frappuccino coffee
and a Chai Tea Latte with soy milk... Venti.
Frappuccino and soy Chai Latte, Venti! What name?
Your name?
Why?
That�s the system. We label your cup.
We call you when it�s ready.
That way there�s no mix-up.
But I�m the only one here.
No name, no drink.
THE DAY I SAW YOUR HEART
Ju...
Ju, darling...
Tell her no more squatting here.
We�re having a baby. There�s no room for Auntie.
Baby, she�s my sister. I can�t put her on the street.
Half-sister.
And that makes it okay?
Yeah, sort of, I think.
Hurry, it�s the shrink!
- Morning, Ju! - You okay?
- Having problems? - The adoption shrink.
- The bitch is early. - Why didn�t you say?
Wait... How do I look?
- So-so. - Hold on! I�ll get a scrunchie.
Hello. Come in...
This is our little home.
This is the living room.
Better?
With... this poor forsaken soul.
She broke up with her boyfriend so we took her in.
That�s how we are.
- She�s my wife�s sister. - Half-sister.
Those are the feet.
And the heart.
And the sex?
Let me see...
No, it�s too soon to say. Maybe next time.
I promised him a boy. He already has two girls.
Is this your first baby?
There�s a 50% chance it�s a girl.
- And here�s the head. - Fascinating!
A little gel, a mouse and you see everything.
- And in 3D! - Don�t touch.
Isn�t that beautiful?
Yes, having a baby is beautiful, Mr Dhrey. It�s a miracle.
Especially at your age.
Not the baby, the machine.
Technology, modernity... Amazing!
Here.
- Shall I gift-wrap it? - Yes, please.
Quick.
You�re the only one in a rush to get there.
I�m coming!
I really wish we didn�t have to go.
What�s your present?
Monogrammed golf balls.
Why?
That�s a weird idea, isn�t it, my sweet?
Happy birthday to you!
I can�t stand this!
Daddy!
I told you not to, Suzanne! I hate this.
I�ll make some coffee.
They have a Nespresso machine. Top class!
Where�s Atom? Why didn�t he come?
Because it�s over between us.
Why? Why is it over with Atom?
- Why do you always... - Dad, stop.
You see, Suzanne? That makes five in one year.
So, shall we tell them?
- If you like. - What?
- Getting divorced? - No!
- Building a porch? - Stop!
It�s just that Suzanne is pregnant.
We�re having a baby.
That�s great.
Boy, that guy�s good!
I made Ristretto and Livanto, for those who like it strong.
And for those who like...
Did you want Vivalto?
We went to Barcelona for the IVF.
- IVF? - In vitro fertilisation.
- Suzanne, how could you? - Justine, calm down!
Letting my father raise another child? It�s thoughtless!
- Justine, you�re exaggerating. - Am I?
Remember how my teacher hated me after he likened her to Goebbels?
True. It was scary!
Or how he defended the girl who slapped me at the zoo?
The poor thing had a glass eye.
Or how he told me he bought a toy store?
I did that?
You promised me an elephant and a giraffe.
I told the whole school!
A good Jewish father preparing you for disappointment!
Good father? You were never there. You don�t know us!
- Dom�s right, it�s a bit overboard. - Dad, how do I make a living?
I�ll ask you the same question, Justine. What are you doing with your life?
See, that went well, didn�t it?
Oh, how dumb. You didn�t even give him his gift!
What do you care?
I won�t be the baby anymore.
Your arm like that... Shoulder...
- It�ll hurt a little. - I know.
There.
They found a lump.
Don�t worry.
Don�t move!
So, Miss Diagnosis, what do we have here?
How is it?
Let�s look at it in my office.
- Mahboob, where are those clogs from? - How are you, Mr Eli?
- I�m going to be a father. - Great!
- Mazel tov! - Hold on.
You�re like my sons-in-law. You saw what I did to Justine.
Want someone else to have the same fate?
No.
You know how they ask for your name at Starbucks?
- Isn�t that a bit weird? - No.
- As if they�re dying to know it. - What do you care?
- Just say your name�s Sylvie! - Yeah.
How about a girls� night out? We�ll chat up some guys...
Know what? Let�s go clubbing!
What�s the matter? Hey?
Do you want my photo or what?
- He gets on my wick. - Everything does!
Girls� night out, cocktails...
- Fatboy Slim songs? - You think it�s still 2001?
Eli, you may be a different father with this child.
You may be more mature.
Or maybe not!
Like grandparents with their grandkids, see?
No, I don�t see.
For example, my grandpa Ren�.
Always cool with me.
Always the opposite with my mother.
What are you trying to say?
I�m too old to be a dad but I�d make a good grandpa?
That�s right.
Right.
- Leaving now? - I have things to do.
- Bye, Harry. - Bye, Eli.
I don�t want to be a good grandpa, I want to be a good golfer!
That changes everything.
I got dumped.
She left, after seven months.
Just like that, with no warning.
Then you realise your life�s about to change.
Breaking up is tough. Have any of you broken up recently?
Or never got over one?
A break-up you never get over... That happens, too.
It still hurts, since Year 10.
Now you�re 47 and you�re like �That bitch!�
Atom, your father�s at the bar.
My father?
Eli?
I loved it!
- Thanks. - No, really great!
- What brings you here, Mr Dhrey? - Call me Eli.
- What brings you here, Eli? - Like a drink?
It�s free for the... for us.
What�s up?
I warm them up, she makes three speed-dating jokes
and they think she�s a riot.
Women aren�t funny. We all know that.
Unless they�re fat. Fat girls are funny.
Just because it�s over with Justine doesn�t mean it�s over between us.
Cheers!
What are you doing?
Checking if your dick is bigger than mine.
- At 60 years old? - Yes.
Admirable!
- And? - It is bigger.
Atom, can�t we keep playing golf together?
You always were my favourite partner.
Won�t it bother Justine if you keep seeing her exes?
Does she know?
I don�t know... No.
Damn it, stop scaring me like that!
If she finds out, she�ll kill us.
I left something while you were doing whatever you do.
If you say so.
Almost a euro. Lots of change. Look!
I put money in the dish!
That�s all the money she makes, the tips.
I put almost a euro in the dish. I swear.
Hey, Eli, look!
This will be you and me soon!
You okay?
I quietly put money in the dish
but the attendant didn�t believe me.
It�s annoying, that�s all.
- Good night, Cecilia. - Good night, Doctor.
Good evening, sir.
Hello.
It�s for a shoulder X-ray.
Too bad. We�re closed.
You can�t just stroll in and get an X-ray.
You make an appointment, fill in a form,
then sit in the waiting room.
There�s procedure. Hold on... we�re closed!
Okay, so an appointment... Great!
He didn�t fill in a form or wait to be called.
Great! We�re closed, you know!
That�s it. This arm along your side.
The other arm over your head.
- How did you do this? - I pulled it boxing.
- You box? - A little.
I�ll step to the other side.
Breathe in deeply and hold.
I have to get at the source of the pain.
That�s how we work here.
We use very modern techniques.
Head against the machine.
Make a fist.
This one, too. That�s it.
- It�s not dangerous, is it? - No.
No, don�t worry.
You�re crying, baby?
No.
Yes, you�re crying, sniffing. It�s annoying.
I don�t want to whine.
I just can�t get used to it.
Suzanne, a mother.
My father, a father.
And you and I, we�ll be what? Nothing!
- We won�t be nothing. - Dom and Bertrand.
Dom and Bertrand, nobody�s parents.
Great.
Nobody�s parents for the moment.
If we manage to adopt, we�ll be someone�s parents.
It�s not the same. It�ll never be the same.
She�ll always have the baby she carried.
And I�ll have nothing.
- I�ll have a problem child. - Baby!
Maybe a juvenile delinquent.
Ju?
There�s veal stew. Just warm it up.
No, thanks. I�m not hungry.
Ju, you have to eat.
All right.
And Steve Jobs? Is he a delinquent?
No, he�s a genius. And his parents surely regret abandoning him.
Debbie Harry?
- Debbie Harry was adopted. - Really? I love Blondie.
I know.
And Bill Clinton too, I think.
- Jesus. - Jesus?
- Yeah, by Joseph. - Yes.
- Moses. - Yeah.
Aristotle, Marilyn...
Herv� Vilard.
What?
Look!
Atom showed me this.
Adjust your grip like this and the ball goes...
I don�t care.
- You don�t care? - Absolutely.
And this? Care about that?
Or this?
- Stop! I�m working. - All right...
I�ve been thinking...
I think you should have an abortion.
It would be better for everyone.
What?
No, but darling...
Darling!
Darling...
- What are you doing? - Analysing the sauce.
Darling, can you pass the dish?
The secret is worth millions.
- The waitress is too slow. - Tell him he eats too fast.
There�s parsley...
- Darling! - Shallot...
I don�t know what else.
Excuse us. It was an accident.
- They�re nuts! - Suzanne...
What�s the matter?
Your father wants me to have an abortion.
Is that possible? Isn�t it too late?
Not in Barcelona. It�s okay to the fifth month.
They�re so open-minded in Barcelona. We really must go.
How could you do that?
- We�ve been trying for years. - Really?
Not any more. We�re adopting.
Right! I forgot your low sperm count.
- Excuse me. - What are you doing?
- Apologising and cleaning your blouse. - Are you mad?
Egyptian cotton. Clean it now or it�ll never come out.
- Sit down, Dad. - I just...
Don�t touch my wife�s blouse!
Someone�s flying off the handle!
I have an idea.
Why don�t you give Dom your baby?
- Then everybody will be happy. - I can�t take this anymore.
I�m joking.
I was joking.
I know having your father�s baby isn�t...
You okay, sweetie?
I dreamt my father sold the baby on eBay.
I tried to buy it to give it back to Suzanne
but our PayPal account was closed.
Do we have a PayPal account?
Baby, I don�t ever want to see your family again.
And if the adoption goes through, our child will never see them either.
Aren�t you in bed?
What�s that?
The Nightmare Christmas of Mr Jack.
5th month
Is he bored?
Or just tired.
She�s not bored, she�s yawning.
It�s a girl.
The yawn indicates foetal well-being.
It�s essential to lung development.
It�s a girl.
Congratulations, Mrs Dhrey.
I hope your husband is as thrilled about the news as you are.
Frankly, I don�t give a damn what he thinks.
He�s an idiot.
I can�t take it anymore.
I�ve had it with that sofa!
Shit!
I�m no immigrant. My parents did that.
History repeats. It�s despicable! Not you...
Mahboob, has your wife ever thrown you out of her bed?
My wife? She�s in Islamabad.
That makes things easier.
What do I do?
- What do I do? - Eli, I�m on the phone!
- Alex? - What?
Nobody speaks to me anymore.
Even Dom. And Dom�s such a nice person.
This wall of silence is seriously getting to me.
- How can I fix this? - Orders don�t match...
Alex, how can I fix this?
I don�t know... Just say you love them.
Love them? Love them!
You think that�s enough?
Matt!
Can�t you see I�m busy!
Hold on.
Did Justine ever talk about me?
Well, you�re her father...
So she talked about me?
No. You�re all she talked about.
- Can I get back to work now? - Go ahead.
Sorry...
- What did she say? - Eli!
I can�t talk to anyone here either!
- Who�s Sylvie? - What?
Who�s Sylvie?
It�s complicated.
I�d like to buy you a real coffee.
One day... if that�s possible.
- That�s not real coffee? - It isn�t.
Real coffee�s Italian, not...
Real coffee�s Italian?
Rubbish!
So real people are white and believe in Jesus Christ?
Racist!
Anti-Semite!
Okay, I won�t insist. Maybe some other time.
I was just kidding.
- You always have such a short fuse? - Always.
And the X-rays... What was that about?
I don�t know.
It�s a personal project. Well, artistic.
I actually X-ray all the body parts and reconstruct the entire being.
But it hasn�t really taken form yet.
I have trouble seeing things through.
My parents said I never persevered.
They divorced when I was seven.
My mother made a new life with an American.
They live in Denver.
My father lives with Suzanne in the suburbs.
They�re having a baby even though they�re ancient.
And you?
What about me?
We�re talking about parents on our first meeting. It�s hopeless!
What losers!
No, I...
My mother raised me. I never knew my father.
- What luck! - I don�t know.
Yeah, you�re really lucky!
Sometimes I see men my father�s age
and imagine what I�d be like if they were my dad.
I see what you mean.
Him! If he were my father...
I�d have had acne, spent my holidays in Brittany,
and spent my childhood in neat clothes.
Your turn.
There! Behind you.
What? Him?
I�d be fat.
- Is that it? - Yes.
You�d be a lifetime Weight Watchers member,
wear a Quechua bag, live in a high-rise tower
and you�d never, never, never...
never have a chick.
Never!
That guy! I don�t know...
First, I�d be Chinese and...
I�d live in China.
No, you�d be from Wu Tang Province
and make spring rolls all day.
No! You�d make dumplings in a sweatshop.
You see, no man is perfect.
We all have baggage.
I may not be...
I�m not much, but I�m fine with who I am.
Do you know why?
Because that man�s son...
is not having coffee with you.
If she saw that swing, Justine would have stayed.
- Pure Count Basie! - Count who?
- Who�s that? - �Who�s that?�
Pianist and leader of the greatest big band of all time.
Yeah? And he was a good golfer?
Why didn�t you ever teach Justine to play golf?
To be honest, kids have... Girls have always bored me.
I thought Justine would become interesting around 14.
But guess what? By then, she�d despised me for years.
Why ask?
Did she say I was always travelling and never around?
No, Eli, she never said that.
And my father...
How many times do you think he�s seen my act?
Fifty times?
Thirty-seven?
Eighteen? Six? Three?
No. Zero!
Not once.
And my father doesn�t travel.
Have you ever invited him to come?
- What? - There are posters everywhere!
I even put one in front of his launderette.
- It�s up to him to make the effort. - No, no, no.
- Children have to make the effort. - Rubbish!
- We never asked to be born. - Parents can�t change!
Oldies can�t change. Everyone knows that!
- Playing or what? - You can see we�re talking!
My father wanted me to study and get an education.
He says clowning�s a migrant job.
My father said jazz was for schwarz... Negroes.
We don�t say �Negro�.
He insisted I take over the store.
I resisted for a while.
I joined a jazz quartet, travelled the world.
Eventually I took over the store.
- Any regrets? - No.
When I�m away from my family,
I suddenly miss everyone.
But that�s me.
Everybody�s different.
Birdie!
It�s interesting that some experts say
Balzac was inspired by King Lear when he wrote Father Goriot.
Who�s read King Lear? It�s by Shakes...
Stop that. What happens in King Lear?
Scared of destroying the love she has for her father,
she refuses to submit to emotional blackmail.
What does the father do? Disinherits her.
I�ll tell you the rest,
which is important due to the similarities to Father Goriot...
Hi!
I was really impressed, you know.
You�re so cool with that bunch of roughnecks.
They listen to you. It�s incredible.
- Amazing. Miraculous! - What do you want, Dad?
I came to apologise.
- So... - So what?
- Then you have to apologise! - I just did.
You said you came to do that but you didn�t do it.
I brought you a snack.
- What is it? - Chouquettes.
I don�t know if they�re as good as Lefebvre�s...
Bertrand?
I didn�t say anything!
What�s on the window?
- Don�t touch. It�s Justine�s. - Justine?
Yes, Justine.
Bloody good!
�That man�s son.�
Who is this?
Her new flame.
What?
Another new flame?
- Where does he come from? - I don�t know, Dad.
He sells shoes next door to her office, I think.
Shoes?
Like shoe shoes?
You coming?
Hey, Mohammed Illy!
- That will do! - Making fun of me?
- You liked it? - You were like Pierre Cosso.
- Wasn�t he a kick boxer? - Ready for Love 2.
- See who he is? - Cosso in Ready for Love 2.
- You go to movies? - Yes, but that one...
What Sami really wants to be is an X-ray model.
Did you do that?
Yes.
So you don�t think it�s lousy?
I don�t know much about it.
It�s the most beautiful thing ever done by anyone I know.
I have to go.
- Wait, I... - I don�t have time.
- Is there a problem? - No.
I�ll see you later, then?
I�m flat out.
I�ll be in touch.
Wait! What will I do here?
You�re not leaving?
No.
No, I�m staying here.
I have to get something. Can you wait for me?
Wait!
A naked man�s in our living room!
Coffee?
May I help you?
I don�t know.
- Do you have this in a 41? - Yes, I should. I�ll get them.
Doesn�t it bother you touching people�s feet?
No, it�s all right.
Still, it must be hard at times.
The odours, shapes, bunions...
- It doesn�t bother me. - You unwind somehow.
Do you have a hobby? A release?
- A sport, maybe? - I box.
I knew it.
My job�s easier, I�m in the rag trade.
So I have an easier hobby. I play golf.
- Do you play? - No.
- They�re really comfortable. - Crocs!
We�re the only ones who stock the white soles. So take advantage!
I�ll take them.
You know Justine, don�t you?
At the radiology clinic next door?
Yes.
I saw you. Entirely reconstructed in X-rays. It�s great!
Justine and you, you...?
She often changes boyfriends. It�s hard to follow.
And congratulations!
Your dick...
You�re really well hung.
- It�s fine, I�m her father. - Her father!
- How about a coffee? - Stop it!
Hey, Sami, what�s going on?
It�s fine. He�s a pervert.
He�s not a pervert, he�s a customer.
Sir, I think it would be best if you leave.
Hello.
- Justine, please. - An appointment?
- No. - It�s appointment only.
Just say I�d like to speak to her. Eli Dhrey.
D- H-R-E-Y... It�s my name.
- I�m her father. - Just have a seat.
- I prefer to stand. - Sit. It�s procedure.
- I prefer... - I�ll call security.
Justine, your father�s here.
Is Eli Dhrey your old man? I swear to God, he�s here.
He�s as tiresome as you are.
So what�s up?
Do me.
Excuse me?
- Do me! - I don�t get it.
I saw what you did at Dom�s. One question...
Do you do 3D X-rays, too?
Yes, we have a machine.
I was thinking...
I�d like you to reconstruct me.
As a standing man.
No.
No?
Why not?
After you said the drawing I gave you was awful...
Ever since that day, the answer is �no�.
I said that for your own good.
Without criticism, no one progresses.
Any artist... Coltrane would, if he were alive.
- I was three. - So?
If a kid gives you three brown lines,
a yellow scribble and a red circle, you say it�s good?
Yes, you say it�s good. Naturally.
- So you have to lie. - Yes, you do.
And if you don�t?
You hurt someone.
What are you doing?
Your X-ray, Dad. Isn�t that what you wanted?
- Yes! - Nice, eh?
- What a beauty! - Yes.
Hurry up.
- Lie down. - Let me see!
- Don�t touch. Come on. - Amazing!
- You aim with this? - Exactly. Move.
- Strange! - Go around the other side.
- Cecilia! - What?
- Let me by. - Go ahead.
Go on!
- Stand there. - Right.
Shit, the doctor�s coming.
- What? - Get up! The doctor�s coming!
- Hello. - Everything all right, Justine?
I�m her dad.
I�d rather you didn�t sit there.
It�s not hygienic for the patients.
That�s not a toy, Justine.
What a happy family!
More weird than happy.
Is that really my heart?
Can you believe it?
What?
I don�t know.
Tell me!
Am I going to die, is that it?
Am I going to die?
I�m not a doctor, Dad.
I can�t give you a diagnosis.
Promise you�ll call me?
As soon as I see the cardiologist.
I could be wrong. That happens.
I know that, thanks.
Sami?
Sami, wait!
- Sorry... - Let me be!
I don�t want to deal with your crap situations. Get it?
Leave me alone. Now piss off.
Eli?
Go on, piss off.
Bloody hell, piss off!
It seems you have valvulopathy.
It�s not serious at the moment.
But you may play a game of badminton one day
or lift a heavy log and boom!
Suddenly, coronary thrombosis.
Well, I have a gas fireplace
and I never play badminton.
Croquet, maybe?
- No. - Too bad. Croquet�s great.
So relaxing...
So we�re going to do a valve transplant.
There are two options.
A mechanical prosthesis is reliable for 20 years
but requires daily anticoagulant treatment for life
and increases the risk of endocarditis.
An organic prosthesis lasts about 10 years,
is well-tolerated by the organism
and has no need of an anticoagulant.
It�s cardiac tissue taken from pigs.
A pig�s valve?
Is that kosher?
That doesn�t work.
Why is it not working?
It�s not working!
Bloody hell!
What�s up?
I lost my muse.
The shoe salesman?
The boxer.
Pig�s heart
So what did Bouillon say?
Bouillon?
The cardiologist.
What a dumb name.
Well, he...
Aren�t you eating?
I�m not very hungry.
Not hungry at L�Entrec�te? Are you kidding?
There�s parsley, lemon,
basil...
What�s wrong?
You know there�s no basil in the sauce.
I have an unhappy love affair.
- The shoe salesman? - How do you know?
Dom told me.
Did he say why?
I know why.
Why, then?
- Is there a problem, Miss? - No, everything�s fine.
Did he give you a reason or not?
What did the cardiologist say?
It was nothing. You were mistaken.
Great! That�s good news.
So did the shoe salesman say why?
May I have a coffee?
I�m going to the toilet.
I�m waiting...
for the attendant to come back.
So she sees me put money in the dish.
Thanks.
7th month
I just thought of something.
What, Mr Dhrey?
- It�s rather dumb. - Go on.
I just thought, if I were a doctor, I�d call myself Dr Dre.
Dr Dre, like the rapper.
Of course, you wouldn�t get it.
You�d need some kind of contact with young people to get it.
Not just foetal matter.
They�re called babies. Living beings, not matter.
So a living being isn�t matter?
Sorry.
A pressing urge.
Where�s my handbag?
- Watch! Like this... - Yes.
- But you lift your head. - Me?
Not at all. It went straight!
She�s here. She�s arrived.
Hang on...
What an effort!
It�s just going to get harder and harder.
Ju?
Ju, we wanted to talk to you.
Where�s the fridge?
Isn�t it funny?
Sweetie...
You have to go.
Because of the fridge?
I�ll bring it back. It�s just that...
A tramp�s minding it. I didn�t wake you.
A tramp?
What tramp? Did you bring him here?
What would a tramp do with a fridge?
He�s got nowhere to plug it in.
No, but he could sell it, Justine!
- Right. - It�s a good brand.
If he does well, he could get 300 euros.
We have to start renovating the flat before the child arrives.
We have to be ready, understand?
I understand, don�t worry.
Maybe she could stay a little longer.
- As she�s bringing the fridge back. - No, no, no!
Three kids in the house? No way! It�s impossible.
Suzanne?
- Suzanne! - What?
- Have you seen my yarmulke? - Your what?
From my bar mitzvah.
I wasn�t born when you had your bar mitzvah!
That�ll do.
Cecilia?
Hey, Cecilia!
We�ll get fired because of you.
We never go out anymore. We just do your dumb X-rays!
You�re the dumb one.
A pig�s valve, you say?
- Yes, Rabbi Youchnevski. - Youchnovski!
Roger Rabbit.
Sorry.
And who�s he?
Atom, Rabbi. He�s accompanying me.
Atom? So he�s not Jewish.
- Yes, he is, Rabbi. - No, I�m Armenian.
- Armenians aren�t Jewish? - Mostly not.
With respect, Armenians are Jews. But Catholic.
- Catholic Jews? - Yes, Catholic Jews, Rabbi.
Orthodox.
They�re a diaspora, have their genocide,
they even look like us and are good at business.
An �Orthodox� comedian. How Jewish is that, Rabbi?
Stop calling me �Rabbi.� It�s annoying.
Sorry. What should I call you?
Don�t call me anything. That�s even better.
As for our problem...
Jews believe that, above all, what matters most is to preserve life.
So you may have your operation, Eli Dhrey.
- Without risk? - There may be risk.
- I knew it! - There�s risk in any operation.
Any five-year-old knows that.
Well, thanks. Thank you.
Here. Each of you take one.
For the holidays.
Thank you.
Goodbye.
Shall we?
Rabbi warrens...
A dose of rabbis...
Saudi A-rabbi-a...
A- aabbi-ca coffee... Ca-rabbi-neri...
Par-rabbi-osis...
That�s two artificially joined embryos.
They breed like rabbis...
Penne A-rabbi-ata...
Very good!
- Senhor Rabbi-rez... - Meaning?
- Like the Portuguese. - No proper names!
15 June 1987.
My Ju, it�s 3 p.m. here,
9 a.m. where you are so you�ll be asleep.
I miss you. I love you. My heart is with you. Your Daddy.
25 August 1986.
Here everyone�s in weird costumes...
Eli, why didn�t you send them?
- Hello. - Hello.
- What do you do, Kirsten? - Gallery work.
- You swab decks? - Not galley work.
- I have a gallery. - An art gallery?
Don�t move.
- So? - The lump�s gone. You�re cured.
You can sleep soundly.
Thank you, Doctor.
- I�m really happy for you. - Thanks, Justine.
Shall we celebrate?
Let�s have a girls� night out.
Girls� night out?
Yes. Why not? You only live once!
See you later.
Here, you fool!
- I�m going to see a star? - Atom�s no star.
Yes, he is!
That calls for a dance.
No, no dancing!
Oh, no... No! Please, don�t...
Listen, don�t embarrass me. We�re going with Kirsten.
- Who? - Kirsten.
- The chick with cancer? - With a gallery.
So I asked myself, who�d be the coolest dad in France for a teen?
Johnny Hallyday!
On your seventh birthday you ask for a tattoo, he�s thrilled!
As if you said you wanted to be a doctor.
Wow, good thing I told that one!
- You�re keen on Atom! - No, he�s just funny.
And excuses for not attending school are weird.
�I had to mind my father�s wolf.�
Actually, I like him a lot.
Shit, she hasn�t let loose since �87!
Hold on...
Kirsten!
She X-rays people in all different sizes.
- What are you saying? - Relax!
- You really do X-ray art? - She does!
Best thing since the Mona Lisa!
- Here! - What�s that?
- Cosmopolitans. - I love them!
What do you think?
It�s very beautiful.
I must be dreaming!
Justine...
Justine!
I�m still an asset to the team.
I�m still... Miss Diagnosis?
Sorry, Justine, I really have to let you go.
Surely you can�t do things like that,
X- raying for dubious artistic reasons.
It�s supposed to be medical.
What will I do now?
30-Love.
Alex and Mathias will have the business.
I�m going to slow down.
Really?
It�s time they were independent.
And time I enjoyed life.
- You�re good at that. - All the more reason.
And how are you?
I found myself a girl.
Believe it or not, it�s Cecilia.
Know who I mean?
Cecilia from the clinic?
How did that happen?
- She came with Justine. - Justine came?
You didn�t say anything! About the operation?
No, Eli. I don�t meddle in your affairs.
So you haven�t told her?
- You have to tell her. - Yeah, I know.
I�ll tell her.
Look, it�s my new guy!
Look, it�s us!
And that�s my father.
Yeah.
If I die, I want you to remarry.
Stop being dramatic. No one�s going to die.
The cardiologist said no risk. You�ll be good as new.
- Full of pork! God will punish me. - You�re not a believer.
In the end, you renegotiate your beliefs.
- Nonsense. - Promise you�ll remarry.
You�re still young. I want the baby to have a father.
Okay.
- You promise? - I promise.
I die and you remarry, just like that!
But you said it�s for the good of the baby.
You won�t play the weeping widow?
- I will, a little. - �I will, a little!�
Just my luck!
Not only dead and buried but also a cuckold!
Atom!
What are you doing with my father?
We talk.
- We play golf. - You talk?
- You and he talk? - Yes.
So? I�m not the only one.
Mathias does too, I think.
And Alex.
Alex?
I was with Alex when I was 16.
Well, he likes him.
- So he hired them. - What?
They work together?
Mathias and Alex? Yes.
That�s why I can�t go to his office.
I thought he had whores!
In fact, you�re the whores.
Actually, at first I did it to bug you.
It�s no big deal.
You treat me like shit, piss off without a word...
If I want to see your father, I will. I don�t need your permission.
And your dad�s cool. He�s funny.
He knows stuff, he�s had experiences.
Yeah.
If I were you, I�d talk to him.
We have to take the first step, us children.
You know what?
Our fathers won�t be around forever.
Good luck!
You haven�t played like that in years.
I�m practicing.
I want to greet the baby with my very best,
to pass on who I am.
And who is that?
An old Jew in the rag trade who used to be a cool cat in jazz.
He�s...
I swear, that time, he moved.
- It was the music! - He or she moved.
She...
- It�s a girl? - Yes.
I�m not really capable of creating anything else.
Justine!
- Who is it? - Nothing. It�s Justine.
Bloody good!
I�m going to lie down for a while.
- See you later. - Right.
So what does Alex do now?
Who?
�My� Alex.
I don�t know.
Okay, he works for me.
He has a daughter but she lives with her mother.
- Does he ever ask about me? - Sometimes, yes.
You can understand that it bothers me.
I don�t reveal anything personal, I swear.
You should be flattered.
It means I think you�ve always had excellent taste in men.
That�s crazy!
I don�t care what you think! Don�t you get it?
That hurts me, but...
Who does that? Who?
Who hangs out with their daughter�s exes?
Other than sickos, nutters, perverts?
Cool guys, relaxed guys.
- Hip guys, as Atom says. - Bastard. You�re a real bastard!
You destroy and then trample the rest.
Justine, that�s enough.
- Let�s not fight today. - Why not?
Because I�m asking.
I�m your father, you�re in my house and today we don�t fight.
That�s all.
What�s going on here?
No, Ju, it�s...
I bloody said it�s closed...
Sorry, we�re closed. We�re...
Starbucks?
Justine...
What are you doing here?
Did he come to see you?
Yeah, he did.
Starbucks...
I�m sorry, but he caught me off guard. First, you dump me.
Then your father comes in, talks about dicks, says I was well hung...
He said that?
I�ll get you some sugar.
Frankly, I thought you two were into some...
weird trip.
- I�m going to kill him. - Your dad?
Kill him.
But in here.
Justine Starbucks.
Watch out.
I have to open now.
- Right now? - Yes.
You okay?
I ache everywhere.
Hey, you!
Hi.
We want you to meet someone.
- Who�s that? - Kim.
Dad...
- Dad! - I�m kidding...
Hey, little Viet Cong, give Grandpa a kiss!
Hello, Grandpa.
It�s time to go.
Look, Kim.
Bye-bye, Grandpa.
She can take over the store. She�ll be right at home.
The neighbourhood�s crawling with Chinese!
See you soon, my love.
- See you soon. - I�ve got to go.
Bye.
Have a good day, Illy.
Go on, answer.
Suzanne, I was going to call to apologise...
What?
Where?
I�m on my way.
I�m on my way!
- You okay? - I�ll explain later.
Wait... Wait!
Complications. He rejected the transplant.
He�s back in surgery. They�re concerned.
- Why didn�t anyone tell me? - He chose not to. It was routine.
You had problems. He didn�t want to worry you.
You�re all sick! He had surgery and nobody told me?
It seems idiotic now.
Leave me alone. All of you.
- Justine... - Don�t ever speak to me again!
I want to see him.
I want to see him!
Let go of me! Let go of me!
I have to see him. I have to!
- It�s a sterile area... - I must see him. I must!
Are you all right?
Ju...
- See you soon. - How long is soon?
Mum!
Will you stay with me?
Thanks for coming, Mathias.
Alex...
- We wanted to tell you... - Eli! Eli wanted to tell you...
- Go on! - No, sorry, you tell her.
- Eli thought... - He often spoke of you.
- You�re all he talked about. - He drove us crazy!
Thanks.
Costia?
How are you?
Mathieu?
Oh, Paul!
Elvire!
Louis!
What are you all doing here?
He asked us to be here, just in case...
Thank you.
Thanks for coming.
- Well... Hello. - Hi.
- You tried to warn me. - Ju...
I didn�t listen. Now it�s too late.
You couldn�t have known.
And I was wrong.
Because it�s never too late.
I don�t know...
See you soon.
And...
- Who were all those guys? - My exes.
There are a lot.
And they all seemed really sad.
In fact, you were the only one.
Only you refused to play golf with him.
9th month
Look!
She�s sucking her thumb.
She�s gorgeous.
I�m fine.
I�m working.
A new translation of Chekhov�s Three Sisters.
It keeps me busy and stops me thinking.
She won�t be born into a sea of sadness.
I want to greet her with joy.
Dom, I�ll call you back.
I tried to call but the line�s always busy.
I came to support you.
And stay until the delivery.
I can manage alone, you know.
I know.
Come in.
Justine...
I�d like to show you something, even if it�s not the right moment.
�23 September 1990.
�My Ju, it�s 8 p.m. here, 2 p.m. where you are.
�You must be at school or in the canteen.
�I miss you. I love you. My heart is with you. Your Daddy.�
18 August 1989.
My Ju, it�s 6 a.m. here, 3 p.m. where you are...
It�s too early. The champagne will get warm.
You must be at the beach, swimming in your new bathing suit.
I miss you. I love you. My heart is with you.
Your Daddy.
Suzanne?
Suzanne, let�s go!
5 November 1989.
Almost in Tokyo.
My Ju, I made it. I�m on the plane.
At take-off, I thought I saw our apartment.
I miss you already. I love you.
My heart is with you, even in the clouds.
Your Daddy.
Sorry!
That�s our fridge.
Daddy!
Sweetie, that�s our fridge. It�s great!
- And Mummy! - Stop, Sweetie.
She has to learn French now.
- Breathe. - I don�t remember how!
8.15 a.m. here, 3.15 p.m. in Paris, 4 March 1987.
Oh shit!
Sorry! Where the hell are you?
I�m in cowboy and oil country.
- Well? - Still no news.
What the hell is she doing?
My little Calamity Jane.
In five days, I�ll be home.
I miss you. I love you.
My heart is with you.
Your Daddy.
Ah, it�s coming out!
It�s a beautiful baby boy.
- It�s a boy? - Yes.
Hong Kong, 10.23 p.m. Paris, 3.23 p.m.
Here we are. This is my last postcard.
I�m coming home.
My father...
Even here, he�s the centre of attention!
Soon you�ll be in my arms, my Ju.
I miss you.
My heart is with you always.
Your Daddy.
3 December 1987.
My Ju, it�s 5 a.m. here, 1 p.m. where you are.
I can�t sleep.
You�re blond
but this little Indian reminded me of you.
I�m sure you�ll like her.
You�ll tell me, won�t you?
I miss you.
I love you.
My heart is with you always.
Your Daddy.
MY FATHER THE DAY I SAW HIS HEART