C'mon.
It hurts!
I know.
You'll be okay.
Hurry up!
It hurts!
-No, leave it alone. -It burns!
Leave it!
You'll be okay.
Shit!
We're almost there!
Move!
C'mon.
Almost there.
Coco, you okay?
Come here. Ouch!
Maria, what are you doing? What's that hen?
Who knows? I'll put her outside.
No, she'll get run over.
-You take her then. -No!
-I got other stuff to do. -No, I can't.
I can't, I said.
I can. Nice chickie.
I'm fed up of this faucet!
Maria! Maria!
Turn off the fountain!
I called Yann but he didn't come. What can I do?
No, Yann. Get down.
Go on, get lost!
Is it serious?
-He's fine. -Do you know what happened?
He's fine. His brother is with him.
He's not answering.
We couldn't reach you so we came.
I was working.
Did you know your son was alone?
He was asleep when I left.
His brother was on his way home after practice.
He plays trumpet.
Are we almost there?
Almost.
He's in the waiting room with his brother.
-Okay. -You can take him home.
-Just his chest? -Yes.
-It's a second-degree burn. -Okay.
You'll need to watch the scarring.
-Okay. -There he is.
How are you?
Show me.
He wanted to make fries.
It caught fire, he threw water on it...
You made fries in the middle of the night?
I was hungry. I wrecked the kitchen.
Who cares? It was ugly anyhow.
It took four people to bandage him up.
He wouldn't let them touch him.
I didn't eat. I'm hungry.
Then we'll eat, but no fries.
I found a hen a work.
A hen? Yep.
Really?
Mom, come here! I can't find my model.
Jean-Jacques!
Mom, come here!
-Go see what he wants. -I can't.
Look, I can't right now.
Go on.
No one touched it.
It's not here!
Who knows? Look at the mess in here.
Come help me.
On three.
One, two, three...
There we go.
Be careful.
It's too big. Can't you see?
Shit.
We'll take it apart.
We're not going to take it apart.
Want me to throw it out the window?
-Mom, where's my model? -We don't know!
I'll go see. This isn't going to work.
Try to take the door off.
The door doesn't come off.
What model?
My airplane model.
Did you look under your bed?
There's tons of stuff here. Underpants.
Old socks.
You need to put things away. Here it is.
Here.
There.
It's broken.
Then fix it.
She'll be happy here.
-Yeah. -Mmm.
Hmm?
Should I just put her down?
Yeah.
Froggy.
-Goodbye. -Let's go.
Be gentle.
Time to go!
-Goodbye!
She's not flying away.
They can't fly. They clip their wings at birth.
Why?
So they don't fly off.
We can't leave her here. It's raining.
-She'll be super happy.
-It's not really... -No way!
Mom, please!
-We can't leave her. -Hello?
-Yes.
That's me.
Come see you now?
No, I can't.
Why do you want to see me?
-I'm fine.
-He's fine too.
You can't come. We're not at home.
-I don't know.
I don't understand and I have a job.
Mom, please!
I have to go.
-Please, Mom! -I said no. Let's go.
Mom, please!
Don't be afraid. Just do what I said.
What did I say to do?
To breathe. Look at me.
That tickles.
Hang on.
Be careful. Over the head.
There.
-Hurry up. -Yes.
-Stop. -Come on, sweetheart.
-Stop it. -Hey, hey, hey.
More.
-Open the door. -No.
No. No one comes in.
I have to go.
-You'll put him in his bed? -Okay.
-Be careful. -Don't worry, go on.
-You'll make me screw up. -Bye.
I'm not yelling. I just don't like the cops.
You say you're fed up with trouble. What trouble?
-The cops are a drag. -Whatever.
Hey. Can I have a beer?
It's the first time they came. Right.
-I want a beer. -Wait your turn!
Can't you see she's busy? Wait a sec.
Fucking pain.
Twenty-four euros.
Thanks.
Why don't you get out of here, Sylvie?
Leave me alone.
What about your project?
You know, in Spain.
-Call them back. -I just call them and take off?
Yeah, you take off.
-Take their job as musical programmer.
Why wait?
Here.
Sylvie, your bro's sick.
Fuck.
No, no, no!
No, don't touch him.
Be careful!
We can't leave him here.
We gotta move him.
-No, don't touch him! -Someone'll step on him.
Hands off. Get away.
Can't leave him here.
Don't touch.
It was like a chemical reaction.
Or thermic.
He'll have a scar.
Even if you'd been here, he'd have done it.
I don't think so.
Sofiane has a one-track mind.
Hey, what's this? Ooh!
No, not the cake!
Are you crazy?
He'll kill you! You wanna die?
This is delish. Don't touch!
Shut the door!
Okay, I'm done.
-I'm hungry. -And?
I haven't eaten in two days.
Did I tell you Isabelle kicked me out?
-Again?
-Seriously? -Yeah.
She was out of her mind.
It was crazy.
-She threw my LPs out the window. -Oh, yeah?
-Was in the hallway in my underwear.
Totally shamed in front of the neighbors.
Since when do you feel shamed?
That's new.
She said I was a mess.
Can't say she's wrong. You're a mess.
That's why I love you.
This stove...
Hervé, no big projects now.
-It must go through the door. -No.
You'll have an attack.
Stop it.
You're a pain.
Did you see that? Look.
Look.
Yeah, I saw.
He didn't know.
What do you mean?
-Didn't you say? -He had an attack.
-So what? -So he needed...
sugar.
Look at this.
Look.
It looks like shit! I'm fucked!
Can't you fix it?
He didn't even put it back in the fridge.
No, I can't fix it.
-Don't touch it. -Even it out.
-Put some fruit on it. -No, stop it.
Fruit will help.
It's just fine.
Go get dressed.
Hey, Froggy.
Watch out for your bandages.
-Okay. -Be careful.
-Hey, move over. -Hmm?
Some woman wanted to see you.
Who?
Dunno.
She came in and wanted to see you.
I didn't understand.
Who was it?
How should I know?
She said she'd come back.
Shit, who's that?
You go.
No, you go.
-This is your place, go on.
Hi. Were you sleeping?
-You didn't forget? -No.
Here.
-You'll be okay? -Yeah, sure.
-Here. -Happy to be back?
Thanks.
Get going.
Thank you.
See you later.
She shit on the floor.
-I could've done better. -No, it was great.
-Wasn't it? -Yes, it was good.
Just don't get too lost in yourself.
-Always listen to the others.
-Sofiane, no, no, no. -No!
Hey, this isn't the schoolyard. Behave.
Let's go home. I want to hit them.
You're not hitting anyone.
Here, you like this.
Go on, we'll go home soon.
You need to relax. Your throat is too tight.
You're tense.
If you block your breath and choke, you lose the rhythm.
Then it's all over.
-But he can do it? -Of course he can.
For sure.
Just relax and you'll see.
You'll play whatever you want.
Anything?
-I could feel...
What's he doing?
What's going on?
-Sofiane!
No... Come here.
Sofiane, stop it.
Take it easy, calm down.
We told you not to show everyone. It's not polite. Hmm?
They wanted to see.
They made me mad.
I told them a dragon did it.
And they believed you?
Froggy, your brother's right. You shouldn't show people.
Understand?
It's super private.
It's like showing... your butt.
I knew you'd say that. Don't put ideas in his head.
Don't listen to him, okay?
All those lost opportunities to show his butt.
No butt, no scars.
It's not that hard.
There's enough for one last round.
Sorry!
Excuse me.
Of course I'm gonna sing it.
This song is love!
Here she goes.
Oh, I wish you'd remember...
Happy days when we were friends
In those days life was better
And the sun hotter than today
-And the north wind carries them away -
In the cold night of oblivion
See, I haven't forgotten
The song you used to sing me
It's a song...
that looks like us
You loved me
And I loved you
-Ready? One, two three. -Yes.
We're good.
I'm off.
Come here, you.
Hello.
-Is your mom here? -No.
-Are you alone? -No, my brother's here.
Let's go inside.
Don't worry. Where is he?
Uh, in here.
Young man.
His name is Jean-Jacques.
You okay?
I'm Mrs. Henry from the Child Welfare Services.
-Hello. -Your mother's not here?
Is there a problem?
There are no adults here.
I have a letter from the DA.
-We're taking Sofiane. -Why?
I'm not going with you.
You have to come home. There's a lady here.
-Her name is... -Mrs. Henry.
Mrs. Henry. She says she's taking Sofiane with her.
The police are here too. Please come home.
She'll call back.
No, that's the third message.
We can't wait.
-Come back tomorrow. -No, we can't.
Sofiane is expected.
-Where? -In a foster home.
You know what that is?
You can't.
I won't go.
You won't go.
You have to ask my mom.
We've left messages for your mom. No one knows where she is.
-She'll be back. -We can't wait any longer.
-Sofiane, go get dressed. -No.
Please. She'll be back!
Sofiane, please.
-Go to your room. -Hurry up.
-Go to your room. -No.
Go to your room.
-I'm waiting for Mom. -Go to your room!
Stay calm. I want to wait for Mom!
Easy does it. Let go of me!
In here!
No, no, no, no!
Open the door.
-I don't believe this. -Open up!
-What'll we do?
Wait for Mom.
-They'll get tired and leave. -Open up!
-What do they want?
-Call her back! -She's not answering.
Come out, right now.
-Why'd you open the door?
Why weren't you awake?
Don't worry.
-Stop it, would you?
You can't take a child away. It's illegal.
It's a legal procedure.
No. That's enough.
-But-- -Please, stop.
We're just doing our job. You'll see the judge in two weeks.
Two weeks?
-He's leaving for two weeks? -Yes.
-Right. Where exactly? -In a foster home.
No way. Are you crazy?
-Listen-- -He's not going to a home.
-With what just happened... -You kicked in my bathroom door.
You want us to take him forcefully? Put you in cuffs?
Is that what you want?
-Is it?
You want your son to see you handcuffed?
It would be better if he came with me calmly.
What do you say?
I'm coming with you.
-No. -Yes, I am.
No, you can't come.
Just do what we say.
-Stay calm.
-I am.
-We have to go. -She's not coming.
-Stay calm. -He won't stay long.
-Stay calm. -I'll come get him.
I am calm!
Froggy, you go with them and we'll come get you. Okay?
-When? -As soon as I can.
Okay?
Is this enough?
It better be.
I didn't do my homework.
Don't worry, I'll do it.
-You make too many mistakes.
Know what we'll do afterwards?
-What? -Have a party.
-A big one? -Huge.
We have to go now.
Everything will be alright, okay?
No. No tears.
Froggy.
I won't leave you there, okay?
You know that.
-Don't cry. -You either.
Do I look like I'm crying?
Not at all.
Sweetheart.
You'll be fine. I'll come for you soon.
Thank you.
C'mon, Sofiane. Time to go.
Let's go.
Froggy, you'll be fine.
Don't touch me.
Okay.
You'll be fine. I said, don't touch me.
Hello. This way please.
Hervé told you, I take legal aid.
No, I can pay you.
I want to press charges and recover him. Or vice versa.
-May I talk? -Let her talk.
Have you had cases like this?
This isn't a holdup with oyster knives.
It wasn't a holdup and it was 15 years ago.
Eight years ago. And, yes, I've had cases like this.
May I speak?
Okay.
This is a child who was burnt.
They were alerted.
By who?
-The police. -Or the hospital.
It's a precautionary principle.
Absent mother, wounded minor. The DA is informed.
I was at work.
And they broke my bathroom door.
They did that because they're afraid.
Afraid of what?
That Sofiane's in danger.
Or that Jean-Jacques might do something silly.
-Like jump out the window. -What window?
They couldn't know that.
Did they try to find out?
They're afraid to miss a beaten or abused child.
You need to flip the problem around.
Right now, I'm just trying to think straight.
She's never hit us.
Listen to her.
Most children are not placed in homes for mistreatment.
It's for educational issues. Family problems, a messy divorce.
-Things like that. -That's not us.
-We can't leave him there. -You do nothing.
-Nothing? -Don't contact them.
There you go.
Wait for the judge's summons.
In the meantime, gather letters of support.
-That's all? -Friends, family, school.
Just letters?
-We can get that. -Of course we can.
At the hearing, don't interrupt the judge.
He won't stand for it.
Of course.
Okay, I get it.
Ooh.
What are you doing?
"She's a good mother"?
What should I say?
Something more concrete.
I've known her for ages.
For three years. Great job.
-Need some help? -It fits through?
Yeah.
Sylvie, we're good.
Hang on.
Push.
Help me take this down.
Come on.
Good job, kid.
Look at that.
Isn't she a beauty?
Yeah, great.
Hey.
Don't get all upset over this.
It'll work itself out.
He's probably better off there than in this mess.
I swear.
What's that mean?
The paint smell and everything.
So what?
It's horrible.
They do activities and stuff.
Sailing, treetop courses, ping-pong.
You think it's the Mickey Mouse club?
No, but it's not a labor camp.
Farid!
Have you ever been to a home?
-No-- -Then shut up.
But I'd have liked to.
I'd rather have gone to a home
than get beaten.
-So I'm like your parents? -Not at all.
-Of course not. -You just said so.
Did I compare you to my parents?
The paint's going to your head.
-Sylvie, what I'm trying to say is...
Listen to me. Listen to me. You fly off the handle too fast.
I'm saying it's better for a kid to be in a home,
even by error,
than getting beaten by his parents.
You think of the kid first.
Okay, I get it.
It's your story, not mine.
It's water-based paint. It doesn't smell.
Yes, it does.
-No, it doesn't. -It does.
No, it doesn't.
It smells a little.
Not that, Gwen. "With my best feelings."
No way.
What else should I say? "Yours truly"?
You have feelings for the judge? I don't.
No, you don't have feelings.
-Write... -You can say...
"Distinguished greetings."
"Distinguished greetings" sounds too formal.
No, not that.
Uh, we need to find something else.
-Like... -Something classy.
-Please accept... -Accept the expression...
No, what is it?
Accept the assurances...
Please accept the assurances...
Of my highest regard.
Yes, baby.
Write that.
Could you please stop that? I can't concentrate.
Honey, I'm sure you're doing a good job.
Make it short. The others wrote something short.
That's not the same.
They're not your kids.
What do they know?
Nothing.
-Well-- -I want to explain what happened.
What does the judge care about their opinions?
Who else am I supposed to ask?
Alain?
Alain!
Don't be silly.
We could ask him.
He's your brother.
Alain.
Mmm.
He wouldn't even let me talk.
I warned you.
He's pigheaded.
He saw you. I told you to park somewhere else.
Now you see.
C'mon, let's go.
Go on, drive.
What're you doing?
-Mom, it's a waste of time.
Good luck.
Where is he?
In a foster home.
He was placed in a state orphanage?
-No. -Yes.
They don't exist anymore.
It's child welfare now.
-It's the same. -No, it's not.
They went crazy and need two weeks to calm down.
What's crazy is the kid making French fries in the middle of the night.
Maybe they took him away for good reasons.
How should I know?
Shit, Alain.
It's happening again.
Not again, it never stopped.
That's right. Why? Because nothing changes.
No, nothing changes.
You keep screwing up and I'm the bad guy in the family.
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
Forget it.
Sylvie, let's not argue. We never see each other.
Don't see Hervé either.
I'll write your letter.
Tell me what to say
and I'll say it.
Just don't lie to me.
I'm not lying.
They showed up without warning.
Okay.
Thank you.
Fucking mess.
Toss that, okay?
This, that...
In the trash.
My LPs!
Shit, my LPs!
I said to turn off the water mains.
It's not the mains.
We said a million times to seal the upstairs WC!
Seal them off. You never listen.
You're stubborn.
She's stubborn, huh?
It's the mains. There's too much pressure.
If you'd cut it off, we'd be fine.
But you're always right.
Now look at us.
Yeah, we're taking care of your shit cause you have no solution.
This is your shit.
I don't believe my ears.
You with your blown-up apartment
and missing kid, don't tell me what to do.
What's Sofiane got to do with your pipes?
-Nothing. -Yeah? Then keep it shut.
It's not the moment.
I'm just saying you should settle your own problems first.
That's all.
Her life is in ruins and she's lecturing me?
-Leave my kids alone! -Are you fucking crazy?
Shit!
Fuck you!
Hey! You're sick.
You both calm down.
Calm down, please.
Maria, you're going to apologize.
Go on, apologize.
I'm sorry.
Okay? She apologized. Make a gesture or something.
Here's my gesture.
My kids are off limits.
Sylvie!
If you split, you're not coming back.
Don't come back!
Do I look okay?
Fine. You should've worn a jacket.
Don't you think?
-No, she looks fine. -It's not a wedding.
-You sure? -It's time to go.
Show nothing and say nothing.
You keep quiet and let Asma handle this.
Here.
-You okay? -Yeah.
I love you.
It'll be fine.
-Yeah. -This will work.
The letters we sent prove beyond a doubt that this single mother
loves and supports her children.
She suffered a horrible home accident.
Which could've been avoided.
-Had there been an adult. -Her older son was coming.
It's not your older son's role to manage your absences, Mrs. Paugam.
-Do you understand? -Yes, sir.
The hospital couldn't reach her.
I was working.
She refused to meet with us.
I didn't know.
-We found a rundown apartment. -It's being renovated.
Please.
And we left a message with someone who was in no state to talk.
What did my brother say?
What did he say?
Our team feels that Mrs. Paugam needs help.
She works nights.
She has a problem child and a teenager to raise.
We feel that a certain time is necessary to work on parenting.
Anything you want. As long as he comes home.
We want him home too.
-We'd like to work on that with you. -Okay.
We recommend a home for six months,
with supervised visitation rights twice a month.
You... You said two weeks.
They said two weeks.
A decision like this
would be a punishment for all parties.
We can't wait for another accident to act.
You understand that?
-I want to see my son. -We'll talk outside, Sylvie.
-I want my son. -Get your coat and let's go.
C'mon. I want my son.
We'll talk outside.
I need to see my son.
We'll talk outside. Get your coat.
Get your coat.
Coco, that's not where it goes.
This is nice, but you guys should go.
-We can't leave this mess. -I got it.
-You shouldn't be alone, J-J. -Yes, I should.
Gwen, go see the kids. Calm them down.
Okay, I'm going.
Sylvie, I've got this.
Who said to touch that?
Sylvie, I've got this.
Put everything away.
Shit, his model!
C'mon, everyone out of here.
-Don't touch them!
-Calm down, Sylvie. -You get out too!
-C'mon, let's go!
Get out.
Calm down.
I'm calm, but you leave.
-Get out. -We're leaving, calm down.
-C'mon. -Okay, we're leaving!
Don't worry, she'll get over it.
Please, just go.
Okay, we're leaving.
Please leave, Hervé.
-Sorry, I shoulda... -Why'd you talk to that woman?
Why'd you open the door?
How could I know?
She just walked in. I was lost.
That's the problem, you always are.
-Just leave. -Hang on, Sylvie.
I'm sorry.
I can't take anymore.
Here's my story.
I lost my job when our twins were two months old.
My wife didn't work, so we couldn't pay the rent,
baby formula and diapers.
We went to City Hall to apply for food stamps.
And my wife...
she couldn't handle that.
She fell into a serious depression.
I told her she should talk to someone.
Talk to the social worker.
She told them she wanted to kill herself.
That was all it took, they went berserk.
Said they were afraid for the children.
One month later, they were in a home.
How long ago was that?
A year and a half.
Does anyone have anything to add?
No?
I'd like to introduce Sylvie.
-Her hearing was two days ago, I believe? -That's right.
Her son has been put in a home for six months.
Maybe you can tell us what happened?
Uh, no, not now.
Actually...
I came to maybe get some information.
I've decided to appeal
and wanted to know
if anyone here has won on appeal.
Or if you know anyone who has.
I don't.
-It's possible. -Is it?
Each story is different.
It's always the same old story.
-For nothing at all... -Not for nothing.
Don't interrupt.
You screwed up somehow
or something bad happened.
And they want to understand why.
They start examining who you are.
What you've done or haven't done.
-There's always something. -Not necessarily.
Before Malo was even born, they'd decided to take him.
One of them said that since I'd grown up in a home,
I was incapable of raising a child.
They took him right after I gave birth.
Here's my advice.
Before they come back, clean everything with bleach.
Your life, your fridge, your past.
It's gotta be spotless.
You need to understand, parents who recover their kids
don't come here anymore.
They want to move on with their lives.
How long have you been caught up in these...
procedures?
Two years.
Almost three.
Twelve.
Eight.
Oh.
I touched up your résumé to make it look better.
Was there a problem?
No, but you can always improve.
Fill in the gaps, for instance.
-What gaps? -You know.
-Hello. -Hello.
There's no gaps.
From 2001 to 2006 there's not much.
People don't like blank years.
Did Alain explain?
Yes.
I pretty much explained.
Here, clients call up and start shouting.
They shit all over you and you gotta clean it up with a smile.
It's not always easy,
but that's what customer service is about.
-Right. -You know how to handle that.
Yes, of course.
Interpersonal skills are your strong point.
-Getting people to trust you. -Mm-hmm.
That's true.
Why did you leave Noxauto?
Uh, Noxauto, uh...
There were lots of reasons.
It was because...
There weren't many prospects for career advancement.
That was the main problem.
Plus I didn't really feel in my element.
It wasn't...
I'm more ambitious than that.
Mmm.
With Alain, you'll be more in your element.
I hope losing files doesn't run in the family.
-Why? -Because...
-last year he lost all our accounting.
-I guess he didn't share that one. -No.
I promise you, Claude, Sylvie and I are very different.
She's an ace at organization.
She's the one who always succeeded in the family.
At school, in sports.
It's true.
This is the open-space area.
You'll work here.
Um...
Excuse me a minute.
I'd like to introduce Sylvie, my sister.
She's doing us the pleasure of joining the team.
She starts tomorrow.
-Hello. -Hello.
The start is good.
-Up to here, it's all good. -Mmm.
It's here...
After that, you lose the rhythm.
-You see? -Yeah.
Start over. C'mon.
Go on, you stress me.
You need to get used to playing for people.
C'mon.
I can't.
-Unbelievable. -Don't watch.
Fine...
Go on, play.
Jeez, what a huge mess.
You got it everywhere!
It's filthy, Jean-Jacques!
I said I'd clean up. Wait a sec.
Shit.
No, no, no, no...
That's no good.
-Well... -The tempo is off. It's not fluid.
-You hear me? -Yes.
Start over.
-Wow! -That good?
That was not bad at all. Again.
-No. -Yes.
-That's enough. -No.
Go on.
-I understand, sir.
I've called 15 times!
Of course.
You said you'd help.
I know, and I will.
Don't tell me it'll be next week again.
I'm gonna show up at your office
and we'll settle this my way!
I've stopped payments.
I'm here for you.
I think I would've done the same.
I personally promise to do my utmost to help you.
You understand?
Kermar, can I help you?
This is Jean-Jacques' room.
You know the bathroom.
The living room.
I sleep here. I wanted the boys to have their own room.
Really?
I understand.
Are you seeing anyone?
No, no one.
I don't have time.
Okay.
Can I look?
Yes, of course.
Mm-hmm.
No major difficulties.
Uh...
I raised him alone, so I thought I could raise Sofiane too.
Hmm.
Do you think you do?
Yes.
Sofiane might be a little more...
How can I say?
Turbulent?
Yes, more difficult. It's true.
You were easier.
But other than that...
-What about your dad, Jean-Jacques? -Uh...
You can say it.
-He's dead. -There you go.
-He died when I was two. Right? -Mm-hmm.
Do you ever talk about it?
The two of you?
-Um... -Uh...
It was so long ago.
I don't even remember him.
Did he have counseling?
-Mmm... -What for?
To talk about it.
It's not easy growing up with no memories of your father.
I'd say he started having episodes
-when he was eight or nine? -Thank you.
I said I don't remember.
I think it was then.
He'd get up at night.
I'd hide food so that there'd be some left the next day.
It was when Sofiane was born. So eight-nine years old.
It's logical. The family got bigger.
Of course. Yes.
-It can shake you up. -No.
Sometimes having to share your mother's love isn't easy.
Mmm.
-No, it was fine. -And then
you started playing the trumpet and it got better.
The binge-eating stopped.
Music helps
for everything.
Hervé could've played music too.
He was talented, but nothing seems to work out for him.
He was the baby. We adored and overprotected him.
We lost our parents young.
He still lives in the house where we grew up.
He's stuck.
Alain is something else.
He's doing just fine.
He had a period.
He gambled. Casinos and all that.
I'm very happy with our meeting.
-Us too. -Me too.
We organized visiting times with the home.
Every Wednesday at 3:00 p.m. in our offices.
Wednesday?
Okay, no problem.
Perfect.
I can't ask Claude that.
You just started, Sylvie.
Everyone wants Wednesdays off.
It's the only day I see him.
But you're not first in line.
Can't you ask for another day?
When?
Monday at 7:00 a.m.?
I don't know. What about Saturday?
I asked but they're short on staff and I don't have priority.
What can I say?
We have set working hours here and you don't ask favors.
I know.
At least not the first week.
Is he sick?
No, uh...
He's in a home.
I wasn't home and there was an accident.
He hurt himself.
You don't have to tell us.
I can take one Wednesday a month.
I don't have kids or obligations. It's fine with me.
Personally, it doesn't suit me.
I need to think.
No one's forcing you.
You don't have to.
Of course not. I know it's hard for everyone.
Well, maybe
if everyone took one Wednesday...
I could rethink things.
If everyone took one Wednesday, we'd rotate. It'd be easier.
-Okay, then.
Who can take a Wednesday?
I can.
Thank you.
I'm sorry, I really can't.
I have another job.
No problem.
-I do housecleaning. -I understand.
Want another one?
And you?
When can I come home?
I told you.
As soon as the judge agrees.
You understand?
Why doesn't he agree now?
Don't talk about that, Sofiane.
What can we talk about then?
Just enjoy being with your mom and brother.
I can't enjoy them here.
Sofiane, hey...
I'm fed up.
Me too.
Froggy, I'm not going to leave you here.
You know that?
Can we go outside? Hmm?
I'm sorry, that's not possible.
See, can't do anything here.
Froggy, come here.
-Can we do this? -Yes.
What's this haircut?
Funny looking.
-Everything okay? -Yes.
You got lots of presents!
You have to start packing up.
Screw procedures!
When do we appeal?
I want a date.
You're the lawyer, find a solution.
Speed things up because this isn't working.
I can't stand only seeing him on Wednesdays.
We can't do anything. Can't say this, can't say that!
No presents if it's not his birthday.
We can't even cry!
-We can't even go outside! -That's right.
I swear, I can't take this.
They even did something to his hair.
He looks awful.
Take your time.
Photos of the incident.
We wanted you to see.
He locked himself inside, God knows how.
He trashed the room.
Six hundred euros in damages.
Oh, shit.
I'll pay you back.
No, that's not the problem.
-I need to see him. -That's not a good idea.
He'll think acting up is a way to see you.
What happened?
I left him alone for a few minutes to go see Mrs. Henry
and he locked himself in the room.
Then he went hysterical.
I couldn't do anything.
When we asked why he did it,
he covered his ears and started screaming.
He did it because he needs to come home.
We think Sofiane has what's called a "conflict of loyalty."
If he accepts being in a home, he's betraying you.
You see?
Sofiane is sweet but he can't handle his emotions.
It shows in his report cards and neuropsychological evaluation.
He can't sit still.
-He often picks fights... -No, not often.
It repeatedly comes up in your meetings with Mrs. Henry.
I never said that.
The team thought that
a medical treatment might help Sofiane channel his emotions.
We were thinking of Ritalin.
It's an amphetamine so we need your approval.
-You know what it is? -Yes.
It has good results.
We understand your reticence.
Maybe think...
Is the straightjacket for you or him?
-Don't be aggressive. -I'm just asking a question.
Is it for you or for him?
Sofiane needs help.
And you need help too.
No, he needs...
He needs to come home.
Maybe what we could do is wait for the next visit,
then get together again to discuss.
No, Tony.
How's that work? We're understaffed.
-I can do it. -And if he has another episode?
It's your responsibility.
He managed to slip away from you.
If I talk to him, he won't do it again.
I'm sorry,
Sofiane is a danger to others, not just himself.
A danger to others?
We're trying to say that
we can't guarantee another supervised visit.
-What? -At least not right away.
I don't understand. When can I see him?
He's not well. I need to see him.
Do you understand
it's in your interest?
-No-- -And in Sofiane's.
Do you realize what he did? Did you see that?
We have no other rooms.
We have no rooms to receive the other families.
I'm losing my visitation rights?
-That's what I hear. -No, they're just suspended.
-Sofiane needs to be controlled. -My rights are suspended?
And you're all okay with this.
For the time being, we feel it's best for him and you.
Hello.
-Hello, ma'am. -Hello.
-Judge Merimeche, please. -You have your summons?
No, it's an emergency.
Without summons...
Child Welfare took my visitation rights away.
I can't see my son.
Without a summons, it's impossible. You need to come back.
Really.
I can't come back, I work.
I explained to you.
Send a letter.
I've sent dozens about my court date and no one answers.
I need to see him.
It's an emergency. Can't you call the judge and explain?
No, I cannot.
Thanks for your help!
-Ma'am. -Go away.
-No, no, no, no...
-Don't touch me! -Calm down!
Let me through!
Don't touch me!
Calm down, please.
Leave me alone!
Shit!
Ma'am, please leave.
Don't touch me!
There she is.
Don't say anything. Just be quiet.
Say what? There's nothing left to say.
Go do your homework, J-J.
-It's done. -Go on.
Your solo's not ready. It needs work.
Go on.
I'll call your boss tomorrow and explain.
-I called you a million times. -I know.
Claude called you too.
You barely started.
You get Wednesdays off.
You show up late, I cover for you.
The team does too.
Now I can work next Wednesday.
I can be there.
No.
I've worked there for 10 years.
And every morning, I have a pit in my stomach before going.
But I'm okay with that. I can cope.
But since you've started, the pit's grown into a basketball.
Don't get mad, but you won't be able to stay.
What?
Alain, I need this job.
I need my job too. I have a 930-euro mortgage.
Plus the renovation works I started three years ago.
I'm sorry.
Forget it.
-Why don't you meet a guy? -Stop it.
You look great. I don't get it, you have everything.
It would be good for your profile.
For Sofiane.
Be quiet.
Just listen.
You gotta let go. They'll never listen.
-What else can I do? -You'll snap.
Do what they say.
-I won't medicate him at age eight. -Of course not.
Are you all crazy?
-She's got no choice. -There's always a choice!
Get your heads straight.
You're all terrified. And apparently, fear is contagious.
What's that mean?
You're clueless.
-Clueless. -Why?
We've fought for years.
Annie, 12 years. Carole, eight.
-That's exactly the problem. -What is?
If it's been that long, maybe the method isn't working.
Excuse me?
-Take it easy. -I'm sorry,
but Annie and you...
It's not the same.
-Why? -It just isn't.
What's different?
In my case, it was an accident.
Me, it was an accident. For Annie, it was booze and her ex.
It's not the same.
We don't compare stories.
I'm not comparing.
You can only compare what's comparable.
-Stop it, Sylvie. -I'm not judging anyone.
-That's all you do. -No.
But for me, everything was fine.
There was nothing! No trouble, no men, just a fryer.
Yeah!
Now it's the same, but to start with it was different.
I think you're out of touch.
-Me? No, you guys are. -Yes.
You don't even see. You're totally numb.
We're in an unheated City Hall gymnasium to make sure no one hears us.
And you, Marine: "Everyone in turn. Don't say anything not nice."
Free speech isn't free. It has a price.
You don't ask for it, you take it. Or else you get nowhere.
Sylvie, calm down.
I'm calm. What about you?
"Calm down, calm down."
Shut up!
Get off your butts or you'll never get your kids!
Sorry, Annie, don't take it wrong.
-But it's true. -Sure.
-It's true! -You're no better!
C'mon, let's have some cookies.
That's enough. I'm asking you to calm down.
-Let's play basketball. -Shut the fuck up!
-Shut up, I said!
This can't go on.
I'm receiving you now, but you can't show up like last time.
I explained to my client. Thank you for seeing us.
Thank you.
Alright,
I spoke to the judge and your visiting rights are maintained.
Okay, great.
I'll send a letter today and they'll reorganize your visits.
Okay.
-When? -As soon as possible.
They'll be tried?
Who?
Them. They didn't have the right.
We might press charges for non-respect of my client's rights.
Mrs. Paugam,
you need to pick your battle.
Against them or for your son.
Everything okay?
It's 4:00, Sofiane. Time to go.
It's time. I'm not done.
Sofiane.
Come on, Sofiane.
Sofiane.
I want to finish.
We explained, Sofiane.
"When it's time, it's time. Rules are rules."
Did you hear?
Sofiane, please.
It's time to go now.
You don't get to decide. That's enough.
Sofiane.
Other families are waiting.
Sofiane... Whoa!
Easy does it!
Let go of your mother.
You're hurting her.
-Let go. -Sofiane, stop it!
You're hurting your mother. Do you hear me?
Let go of her, I said!
Sofiane, we talked about this.
Five minutes.
I'll give you five more minutes.
Sofiane.
Please.
I don't want to.
It'll be alright, honey.
Hello, there.
Can I help?
No.
-Want some coffee? -Sure.
How are you?
Alright.
It's coming along. I have a court date next month.
Yeah? Great.
-Mmm? -Sure.
Good news. What's the lawyer say?
She says it's an average judicial error.
-Really? -Yes.
I can even press charges later.
Better believe I will.
Sure.
Pumpkin.
It's up to you, but I'm free now.
I could watch Ben full time.
No problem.
Really?
-Why not? -It'd free your time up.
For me, it's a bit of work.
The problem is that Maria's mom is taking care of him.
-Maria's mother? -Yes.
Seriously?
Yeah, she takes care of him.
Maria's mother.
You must have fun.
She lives miles away.
By bus it's not that long.
Maria's mother!
He must not go out much.
At her age, she must plop him in front of the TV.
You must not see daylight.
Maria's mother is no blessing.
If I watch him, I'd take care of everything.
Grocery shopping,
cleaning, the park.
Do you have the right?
-I mean with Sofiane and all. -Farid...
What?
-I'm just asking. -Okay, we're good.
-Just asking. -Okay.
Don't worry.
-What's wrong with you? -With me?
-I don't want the cops here. -Shut up, damn it!
-Shut up! -Calm down.
-What's that mean? -Don't shout with Ben here.
Go for a walk or something.
Sorry, it's a valid question.
Don't argue.
-Go hang the laundry. -Can't even ask a question.
Unbelievable.
Sorry.
-Don't worry. -We argue nonstop.
I can't cope.
A baby at age 40...
Good evening, welcome.
Thank you for coming.
Mmm...
We're running a bit late.
One of our musicians isn't here yet.
I'm very moved today
because tonight's concert represents three years of work.
Where is he?
No one's seen him?
I don't believe it.
Open the door!
This isn't the moment to give up.
Everyone's waiting.
-Is he here? -He won't come out.
-Jean-Jacques? Jean-Jacques?
-Mom? -Are you alright?
-What are you doing here? -And you?
What's wrong?
-No idea. What happened? -Nothing.
-Jean-Jacques, it'll be fine. -We're late.
Everyone's waiting.
-Don't screw us up! -Please.
Sweetheart, come out of there.
Go on, he's coming.
-I need him to start. -I've got it.
Trust me.
Come out of there.
He's gone. Come out.
Jean-Jacques, hey!
Want me to smash the door in like the cops?
-Sweetheart.
Hallelujah. Oh.
-I have a rash. -I see that.
Don't touch!
It's stage fright.
-Under the lights, no one will see. -Yes, they will.
No, they won't. It'll go away once you start playing.
I can't blow in that thing anymore.
What're you saying?
The truth.
This is my body speaking.
It doesn't want to play anymore.
J-J, you're going to play.
You worked hard. We rehearsed for this.
You can't let fear win.
-It's not fear. -Get a grip.
It's...
I don't like playing.
I look stupid.
You don't like the trumpet anymore?
Sure.
When it's just us two. Not in front of people in a suit.
Why didn't you tell me before?
I don't know.
I didn't want to hurt you.
Mmm.
Well...
Give me a minute and I'll go.
I'll go, it'll be fine.
No.
You stop.
Stop if you don't like it.
Your rash is all we'll see.
This is the house.
There's a big garden.
I think they have a dog.
So, it's 50 miles away.
There was nothing closer.
But he'll be surrounded by nature.
As of next month, you can see him every Wednesday at 1:30 p.m.
Is that okay?
Yes.
He'll be happy there.
I had to fight hard.
People don't want children like Sofiane.
Are you alright, Mrs. Paugam?
You're pale.
Shit, back off!
Why'd you do that?
Stop it, J-J!
Alain, let him go!
What else could we do?
I don't like seeing you cry.
Your mom has always gotten by.
I don't know how she does it, but she always finds a way.
Huh?
And next time, Sofiane will learn how to make fries.
-That's all.
You gotta watch out for you.
Live your life.
'Cause it goes fast.
One day you wake up, you're 52 and you wonder where it went.
You're not 52.
No, not me.
But Alain is old.
Go on.
-Sorry to make you wait.
-Hello. -Please, stay seated.
Mrs. Henry can't receive you. She's on sick leave for another week.
I wanted to say that I deplore what happened.
Nothing justifies my sister's behavior.
It's not your fault.
We're still in shock.
I understand.
I, uh...
I was wondering.
If her case were transferred to someone else in the department,
would that help matters?
Let me stop you right away.
You don't accuse the thermometer of a fever.
The more Sylvie does what you say, the more it goes wrong.
I shouldn't tell you this,
but five years ago,
Mrs. Henry pleaded in favor of home visitation rights
for a three-year-old little girl.
The judge agreed.
Two weeks later her body was found in a trashcan.
My sister would never do that.
No one thought this mother would do it either.
We have different realities.
You speak in your sister's interests.
We speak in Sofiane's interest.
I was thinking,
maybe I could take Sofiane into my home.
You'll need to ask the judge.
My renovation is almost done. He'd have a bedroom.
I have a stable job and life.
No particular problems.
I believe you're banned from casinos.
A voluntary exclusion.
No problem.
You know, the work on parental bonds
is often more productive outside the family cell.
Sure.
But he'd be happier in his family with people he loves.
A child needs more than love.
No?
Mmm.
So she can't talk at all?
No. I told you,
she woke up and she'd lost her voice.
But can she hear me now?
Yes.
She's right here.
She's next to you?
Want to talk to her?
Go on, she can hear you.
Mom?
Go on.
She's listening.
I... Uh...
I don't know what to say.
Then say nothing.
We don't always want to talk.
You can just sit there, without talking.
There used to be a dog at René's house,
but a tractor ran him over.
Hmm. Did he die?
Yeah. They buried him in the garden.
What was his name?
Georges.
Georges?
That's not a dog name. Hmm?
I know, but I didn't dare tell them it was a weird name.
No, don't say anything.
-They can call him what they want. -Mmm.
Look at me. My name is Jean-Jacques.
That's right. Big fat Jean-Jacques.
And you don't really look like a Sofiane.
Mom says it's a pretty name.
That's true too.
Sylvie, with or without our approval, it was the same.
No, it wasn't.
-Family always betrays you. -No one asked me.
I got screwed over.
Hey, shit!
Fuck off, all of you.
What the hell?
It'll all be my fault once again.
Alain, get in.
You signed too, you know.
I shouldn't have.
You shouldn't have?
You need to learn to own up.
I'm the only one here who takes responsibility.
The only one who refuses to sink.
You think you're better than us?
What's better about your life?
You got nothing.
I have my dignity.
You got no dignity. You're scared and you always were.
Damn right, she almost killed her. Stop it.
It was better than jail.
Locking her up was the only solution?
I don't know, but you signed too.
I'm trying to take Sofiane.
I made an official request.
It'll be complicated, but I'll try.
They'll never let you.
They think you're as messed up as me.
They even wonder if you're not my problem.
C'mon, drive. We can't stay here.
Why not? It's a nice day.
I wanted to tell you that I won't press charges.
I made the decision alone.
Thank you.
I'm sorry. I apologize again.
Some coffee?
Yes, please.
Would you like a cookie?
Thank you.
The team thinks we should start over with a clean slate.
Mmm. It's in Sofiane's interests.
Mm-hmm. Yes.
Are you ready for that?
Yes, sure. I mean, what?
Working together.
Yes.
-Yes. -Yes, I'm ready.
Sofiane seems well in his new foster home.
So we can organize home visits.
Ah. Great.
-He can come home? -Yes.
-Yes, once a week. -When?
We'll do it in steps.
What's the next step?
For you to get better.
I'm fine. I'm better.
I'm taking a treatment.
And we bought a fryer.
What's he doing?
You decided to come home?
Take your time.
-What? -What?
Did you see the time?
What time did we say? 8:00 p.m.
I was waiting for you.
How could I know?
I told you.
You never listen.
I didn't know where you were. It's dark out.
You don't have trumpet practice.
Sit down.
Sorry.
Don't go hanging around outside. I was worried.
I called and you didn't answer.
-Guess what I almost did. -What?
Called the police.
- That's nuts. -I know.
Where were you?
Nowhere.
Eat before it gets cold.
-What's up with you? -What?
What's that smile?
-What's up? -Nothing.
-Yes, there is. Tell me. -Nothing.
C'mon.
I was accepted in a cooking school.
Specialized in pastries.
-So there. - Really?
Well...
That's fantastic.
-Mm-hmm. -Okay.
-Why didn't you tell me? -I just found out.
I mean, I didn't know you wanted to study.
I waited to see if I was taken.
Okay.
You want that as a profession?
-Yes, I thought it over. -You did?
And...
That's all I'm interested in.
-I ranked 52 out of 124. -Not bad.
-Not bad at all. -Yes.
Well...
Okay.
Pastry chef.
Before I wanted to eat cake.
-I know. -Now I want to make them.
Mmm.
Pastries have a future.
Unhappy people will always seek comfort in sweets.
The school is in Lille.
-In Lille? -Mmm.
Jean-Jacques, you can't move to Lille.
Why not?
C'mon, no way.
None of us are capable of making a sound decision right now.
You're not going to Lille to make cakes.
I dunno.
Me either.
Look at your music.
Now I like it, now I don't.
We all thought you'd be a musician. Then one day, nope!
I think you need...
You need to let the idea ripen, as they say.
Is it good?
Mm-hmm.
I wrote everyone. City council, regional council.
Told them everything.
I've had it with their insanity.
Enough.
Oh, my love
You're so beautiful
What do you want, a beer?
-Shooter? -Shooter.
-Shooter here? And here? -Shooter.
Three.
Make that six since I'm seeing double.
Tony!
Six shooters.
Oh, my love...
Hey!
What are you doing here, sweetie?
It's late. It's a school night.
It's Saturday.
-Right. -C'mon, let's go.
No way, she's not leaving.
-Why? -Because.
-You want your mommy? -He's right.
He needs his mommy.
She does what she wants.
You're the best.
I'd have loved to be at the courthouse.
When you did this?
Stay awhile.
I'd have loved to have a mother like yours.
Hey, take it easy!
Stop it!
I hit him so you wouldn't.
I'd never hit Yann. He's a pain, but he's harmless.
I've never seen you like that.
Stop acting up.
No, you need to stop.
Stop what?
Wanting Sofiane back at any cost.
Maybe just wait.
What the hell you talking about? Don't you know me?
You think I'll stop?
I wrote the judge, the region and city council.
I'll go to the Supreme Court of Human Rights.
-I won't stop. -Listen to yourself.
-This isn't the movies! -Don't be stupid.
It's like struggling in quicksand.
You should've come home on time that day.
You should've answered your phone.
I was working.
Yeah, right.
Yes, I was working.
What's the date today?
The 31st.
I was supposed to call yesterday.
I'll call now.
I noted it down somewhere.
But I don't remember where.
I also need to make a...
What's it called? A résumé.
Sylvie, you're in no state to work.
Or even look for work.
That's very funny, but I need a job.
I have no choice.
I thought of a few things. Maybe I could teach classes.
What kind?
I don't know.
No, I'm serious.
Uh, Spanish teacher.
I lived in Barcelona, so...
I wanted to move back two years ago.
But with kids you're tied down.
How do you spend your days?
Clean, shop, help with homework.
You don't have trumpet anymore.
What else? I rest up.
I rest a lot cause everyone says: "You need rest."
So I rest.
It takes time to rest.
Exactly.
We talked about this.
In your case, you could ask for welfare.
Welfare?
Okay, why not? That's a lot of paperwork.
I'm always a little...
Above that stuff. Or under.
More like under, I guess.
We thought we could apply for help for adults in difficulty.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
A special allowance.
-Mmm? -Disabled adult allowance.
-Disabled? -Yes, I know.
The term isn't very appropriate.
It's actually just benefits for people who aren't able to work.
Considering your medical record, it's possible.
If it's accepted, you'd get 902 euros
a month.
It's not bad.
But... Jean-Jacques, it's not shameful.
It's an allowance that would allow you to foresee.
Foresee what?
-Disaster? -J-J, that's enough.
It'll help until things get better.
-Take it like that.
C'mon, she can't claim disability. She's not disabled.
You can't claim disability.
Your mother needs to rest.
To get back on her feet.
Why are you talking in the third person? She's right here.
Mom, you can't claim disability.
-Jean-Jacques-- -You're not disabled.
She's depressed.
That's considered a disability.
Right.
-This is insanity. -Please, stop.
-Find something else. -Stop it!
Go to your room.
No.
Go to your room.
I said, go to your room!
-No, you're not disabled. -Go to your room.
Find something else.
You're not disabled.
Go to your room.
Let go of me.
-You're completely crazy.
Going through his teenage crisis.
Jean-Jacques, I've left 10 messages.
I'll come pick you up.
It's late and it's a school night.
I'm sorry.
Call me back.
Where the hell is he?
Jean-Jacques?
I'm hungry.
Here we go.
Another bowl. Want some more?
Don't worry,
I'll talk to her.
Yes, of course.
She's with me. You can trust us.
She'll bring him back tomorrow.
Yes, Sofiane is fine.
I noted everything.
I'll tell her.
Thank you.
-Well? -He can spend the night.
Okay.
Okay. What'll we tell them?
The truth.
He picked him up from school.
Don't mention hitchhiking, say they took the train.
It's his brother, he wanted to see him. They'll understand.
Understand what?
That they need to keep him even longer?
You have no choice, otherwise the police will come.
-I can't. -Yes, you can.
No.
No, you go.
I can't do that.
This is your responsibility.
Sylvie?
Okay.
I hate you!
I hate you, I hate you!
When you go too far, you have nowhere left to go.
You go where you want.
Like where?
To Spain.
-Well...
You always talk about it.
-He's right. -To Spain?
They'll arrest us right away.
-No. -Yes.
You take my car and you split.
When you get there, Isabelle's brother will get you papers and a job.
You'll have a new life.
It could work.
You don't need to think so hard.
Just get up and leave.
What do we have to lose?
To Spain.
You sure about this?
What's going on?
-What're you doing? -You can't come.
What?
He's not coming with us?
No, he's got other plans.
But...
I'm coming with you.
He can't stay here.
Not with me in any case.
You'll learn to make cakes
in a school.
But...
I want to stay with you.
Can't stay with Mom your whole life.
Go on.
You won't abandon me?
No, never.
Thank you.
Go on, get going.
The other night, dear
As I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you
In my arms
When I awoke, dear
I was mistaken
So I bowed my head and I cried
You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are gray
You'll never know, dear
How much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away
All always love you
And make you happy
If you'll only say the same
But if you leave me
To love another
You'll regret it all someday
You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are gray
You'll never know, dear
How much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away
You told me once, dear
You really loved me
And no one else could
Come between
But now you left me
To love another
You have shattered all my dreams
You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are gray
You'll never know, dear
How much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away