No, you weren't looking at her like that.
You weren't sitting down you were standing up.
And you. You were leaning over whispering something in my ear.
I didn't whisper anything to you.
You told me: "That one's not bad looking."
No way!
It's the truth.
I responded: "I'm glad because he's going to be living with us."
And you were standing up.
Would you look at that.
This was your plan?! Eh?
Alright well...
To our ten years together!
This is my wife and my two kids.
Are you married?
I love David.
And I love Sarah.
And I love Tristan.
A man, a woman and a cat.
But I don't have any photos to show you.
Are you a Quebecois?
That's right.
So am I.
You have a funny accent.
I lived in Berlin for 25 years.
Let's go. Let's go.
Shit, another frisk.
Come on, let's go.
I don't have anything sir.
Gringo, come here.
Ok go!
Go, boy, go!
Come on! Over there! Let's go!
Everyone in, come on!
Hurry up! Come on!
- I have a son, please. - Shut up!
Thank you, that was much better. That will be all for today.
Tomorrow, 1 o'clock please.
There are days like this where you just can't connect to the music.
No, there are just days where life is out of tune.
Can you tell me what the issue is?
Carlito, stop!
Stop!
STOP!
Carlito! Why?!
My son, my son!
My little boy...
They killed you!
They killed my baby boy!
Dog!
Assassin.
Assassin!
You dog!
You killer!
Why, my son?!
You're going to wake everyone up.
Yes, Hi.
You know that I missed you.
You're hungry aren't you. Here's a bit of food.
Sarah?
David?
We must have made a mistake...
We could have done better.
David?
We've talked about this a hundred times.
We left the way that we did because we had no other choice.
Or you could have stayed with him.
I would have liked to...
You would have liked to have comforted him?
Some people can't be comforted David.
It hadn't been bearable for a while, not for any of us.
We just weren't ready to admit it.
You'd rather have been in his place just to avoid feeling guilty.
Sarah!
What is happening?
You hit the bulls-eye with these ones.
This is real photography.
These ones just came out.
Bravo my friend.
I was waiting for this.
Suzanne, block the telex we have premium content here.
Let's say...
- 30 each. - 30 each? Okay.
I know some people who are going to go crazy over these.
These are going to go around the world.
You don't look very excited.
You don't look so good there.
I'm on to another subject.
Take a few days off.
No, I need to do this now.
Where?
Here.
In Montreal?
Yeah, it's like any other city.
Yeah but...
What's the topic?
A city being diluted.
Go get some sleep. We can talk about it later.
I'm not saying it's a bad idea but I'm not sure where you're headed with this.
Sarah... Your viola.
Michelle...
Yeah?
Can I stay at yours for a few days?
Maybe we should call a specialist.
You can tell that he's not physically sick.
He's letting himself die.
He's heartbroken.
Sounds like you're blaming me for it.
Go talk with the guys. Marcel needs to return.
The dolphin isn't going to eat if Marcel isn't the one feeding him.
Not hard to understand is it?!
This is more important than our morals.
I'll talk to them but I'm not sure it'll change much.
Tell Marcel that if the strike keeps going...
not only is the dolphin going to die but he's going to end up on welfare.
Are you here randomly or do you need something from me?
If you're coming to see me you must be in a bad situation.
No...
I haven't come to see you.
I look for them where I can.
You need to tell me where they are.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Where is Sarah?
Just let her be.
Sarah!
Cowards.
I want you to tell me that it's over between us.
I want you to tell me yourself.
I'll call the cops.
Is this what you want Sarah?
Answer me! Is this what you want?
You want the cops to drag me out of your life?
It's over Pierre.
I didn't run away, I cut out.
You cut Pierre out.
You chose David.
I chose my life.
I'm pregnant.
I need to see David.
No breaking the picket line!
This is a personal issue.
I'm looking for you.
You knew where to find me.
Yeah.
I've known how to find you.
But I don't know how to lose you.
Stop playing with words Pierre.
I'm waiting for a word from you!
A sentence!
What do you want to hear?
That I left?
I'm leaving?
At least I avoided giving you excuses.
I didn't apologize.
You'll never take a photo of us packing our bags Pierre.
There was no secret plan.
We didn't just run away the day before you came back.
It's been happening right in front of you...
for months, for years.
In the beginning, when you would leave, our three-person life continued.
With time, it became a two-person life.
Even when you would return.
We had to cut if off at some point.
You had to cut to the point.
I cut where I could!
Yeah...
When you knew that there was a child.
When you were sure that I couldn't be the father.
When I realized that I had fallen more in love with her...
than with you.
Please, I need you to leave.
No... No.
As long as you're here I'm staying.
You need to leave.
Do it! Go!
Leave!
Sarah Cardini, David Genton and Pierre Kurwenal...
Don't forget to specify who you are leaving a message for.
One... Two... Three!
Over.
Take the time to sit down Pierre.
Because I have the big one!
I received a call from New York.
You're reaching consecration buddy.
Guess what they're offering?!
A solo retrospective.
Twenty years of Kurwenal photos.
This is way more money than I was predicting.
With this money you'll be able to shoot every corner of the city.
You don't have to thank me.
I'd just like you to come over Saturday night.
I invited everyone for you. You won't even need to wear a tie.
You hate the tie anyway.
I'm counting on you. See ya!
Sarah Cardini, David Genton and Pierre Kurwenal...
Don't forget to specify who you are leaving a message for.
One... Two... Three!
Apple pie.
Looking as terrible as always.
Don't worry I understand. That's your look.
Hurry up and see your mother.
We'll talk later.
Oh come on. I see better in the dark.
I saw some of your photos.
That photo of the trampled child is yours right?
Yes.
- Why do you always take these... - Mother, please!
Please.
You know this isn't good for your eyes.
At least tell me that you're happy.
It's nice.
Go talk to Noemi a little.
She'll start getting jealous.
Wonderful. Wonderful.
Do you like it?
It gives some shape to our lives.
We stop, we take a photo and we head off.
You can't try and understand it.
It's impossible.
Better off collecting him.
It's much easier.
Do you realise we live in the country
with the least amount of misery in the world?
Photos enter museums and the photographer follows.
Unfortunately there are too many of these horrific images.
People get desensitised to them. Don't care anymore.
I would love to take a few photos of you.
This film is extra sensitive.
Unfortunately...
Smile.
Do not wait for me. I'm leaving.
Your friend is incredible.
I hope we'll get to see the photos he took.
How to determine the value of people...
in a world so concerned with the value of things.
You always get up this early?
What's your name?
I am deaf.
My name is Pierre.
Pierre.
You?
O?
Q!
Que...
N.
T.
Quentin.
N.
Quentin!
Quentin.
Thank you Quentin.
Yes, I acted like I owned you David.
And you Sarah.
If I'm speaking in this way it is because...
I feel accused by your sudden and vulgar absence.
I found a hero and a heroine...
and I offered myself to them as a guide through this city.
Montreal and it's surroundings.
Then the world and the round earth. The grand sphere.
And after there's the void.
You're writing?
We have to write a lot don't we?
To find truth in the words we right.
I'm settling my debts madam.
Debts?
That's terrible.
Having unpaid debts.
I guess what you're hoping for...
Is to..
Is to not suffer these things alone.
Whose fault was it?
Never anyone's fault.
There is only badly expressed love.
Look! Look!
Catch her!
No! Haha!
Come on! Let's go. Shut up!
Stand up!
He returned every evening... and every night
He has David's sexuality and Sarah's skin.
Like them, he no longer hears or speaks.
But I hear him.
And I speak to him.
I can't help but think that Quentin is a messenger sent by them.
Even if he were the only deaf person in this city...
I would have met him.
I can do it myself.
Happy?
Yes. Idiot!
I am the union tower. When done on one side I start again on the other.
I waited and kept the nicest side for you.
What are you always thinking about?
Who are you always thinking about?
David + Sarah!
The photos in the room?
You have company.
This is the last time.
I Promise.
Good morning Mr. Kurwenal.
Such large amounts. I didn't want to risk sending them by mail.
I called your place many times but kept getting your answering machine.
I was upset about having to give you the news...
For the Pulitzer prize, I mean.
I was upset that I couldn't talk to you directly.
Have you listened to your messages?
No, sorry.
Am I to understand that I've been selected?
What's wrong Pierre?
I've never seen you like this before.
You don't want to wait for the boss?
No.
He'll be back in a few minutes.
Quentin...
This house is yours now.
Can you take care of Tristan?
He's worried that I won't come back.
Your mother won't be happy.
The silverware is for the holidays.
They're there to be used.
Not to stay hidden in the cupboard.
Not this way.
Can I come in?
No! Not yet.
At least let me help you.
Noemi!
I'm working on an project about the city.
And...
I want to finish it here.
I'm in need of your collaboration.
I could buy myself a trip with this but...
Let's say that...
I need to rest and..
I detest departures.
I worry that this is way too much.
I'm taking the risk that this might be too much.
You're taking the risk that it might not be enough.
I need to stay.
Hello.
Who are you?
♪ Vivaldi's Stabat Mater, RV 621 plays ♪
Come on, Mr. Kurwenal.
You've been wearing the same clothes for weeks.
You going to need to try a little harder.
From now on you'll need to sleep in your bed.
You're no longer working on your project.
What can I tell you?
I had wound them up for 10 years without knowing it and then...
Click. They just stopped.
She's waiting for me.
I don't know how to love her anymore.
Her silence is choking me.
And to reinvent the heart.
This child in me is becoming more and more intolerable.
He's moved away from me.
I've moved away from him.
This child exhausts me.
People have always accused me of taking the most tragic images. But...
I've simply been taking photos of them.
Are they so lonely because they've left the arms of others.
I don't know what to tell his mother.
She thinks that he's gone to work on a project somewhere.
We'll see...
If she gets worried by the time winter starts.
She hasn't spoken about Pierre since the last time he visited her.
I found out that they had published a book with Pierre's photos.
When I tried to buy it, they were sold out.
Apparently it was a big success.
A gift for you.
My name is Pierre.