It's Only the End of the World (Juste la fin du monde)

Somewhere, a while ago already

Sir?

Excuse me, sir? Your seatbelt, please.

Oh, sorry.

God, I'm so sorry.

There I was, after 10 years- well, 12, to be precise...

So, after twelve years of absence

and in spite of my fear, I was going to visit them.

In life there are a number of motivations

that are no one's business, that force you to leave,

without looking back.

And there are just as many motivations

that force you to return.

So after all those years,

I decided to retrace my steps.

Take the journey...

to announce my death.

Announce it in person,

and try to give the others, and myself, one last time,

the illusion that I am,

until its very end,

the master of my life.

Let's see how that goes.

IT'S ONLY THE END OF THE WORLD

Mom! Tony! He's here!

- That twat took a cab! - Shit, I'm not ready.

You could've done that before!

Before! That's rich!

I was mixing baba ganoush while you primped.

You've been spiffing up for hours!

Suzanne, stop! A mother can smarten up for her son.

Louis loves fashion and color. All gay men do!

- That explains the tranny look! - Tranny? Thanks.

I don't want to fight, he's almost here!

You always want the last word! Think I'll give it to you?

I don't care.

Exactly! "I don't care, I don't care."

That's Missy's motto!

The cab must've cost you an arm.

I said I'd pick you up.

Louis! Love the hair! I can't see, but looks nice.

The cab must've cost you a pretty penny!

I just said that!

Louis, you don't know Catherine.

No.

Catherine, Louis. Louis, Catherine.

- Hi, Catherine. - Hi.

You must be crazy hot. Gimme that.

Let him come inside!

She's happy.

- She's wagging like a poodle. - Antoine!

I'm coming, Louis! Stupid nail polish.

Hair dryer won't dry!

I'm delighted, Catherine.

Of course... I mean, me course...

Uh, me too.

I'm delighted too. Oh God!

You shake hands? Like you're presidents?

Or strangers?

They are strangers!

She didn't know.

Give her a kiss, Louis.

Suzanne's right, kisses.

Charmed.

Charmed? Why the heck "charmed"?

They've never met!

They've never met, Mom!

Stop screaming, crazy!

Never?

Why no, he wasn't there.

You're batshit crazy!

I forgot, that's all. I didn't realize...

Well, darn it! We sure do live in strange times.

Sweetie!

No.

Louis.

You hate "sweetie."

- You knew they'd never met. - He wasn't at the wedding.

He couldn't make it. Remember, Martine?

I know, darling, but it slipped my mind.

Since then there's been no occasion...

Catherine, she just wants attention.

Shut it, will you.

A bummer about the cab.

I'd have picked you up. I got a car now.

I said he'd do that, Mom.

- How was the journey? - I told you last night.

I don't remember.

- But I told you. - Suzanne, who gives a shit?

Antoine!

So you travelled safe?

Yes. But I wouldn't call it travelling.

Well, then...

Let's.

See, Catherine, like I said. That's Louis.

Kisses only Mom, not even his brother...

Drop it, will you?

Am I talking to you? Fuck off!

Antoine!

They're with their other grandmother. My mom.

Of course.

We had no way of knowing. It was so...

She was expecting them. She'd have made a scene...

But they'd have loved to see you.

And me too. I mean...

Antoine and I would've liked you to meet them.

That's our oldest, she's 8.

Everyone says she looks just like Antoine.

His spitting image.

But we say that of all children, right? True or not.

- We do. - Don't we?

Alrighty! Appetizers in the living room, I guess?

Cold cuts from Célestin's and chorizo for Louis...

- Still a fan? - Yes.

She's got her dad's temper!

A stubborn little devil! An Antoinette.

Lucky us.

Louis, you had send me a note...

sent! - sorry, sent me a note, and flowers.

God were they pretty!

I was really, really happy! I sure liked them.

And I, well...

Antoine and I had sent you a photo of her, and...

It was ridiculous. Well... She fit in Antoine's hand.

She was so tiny. A teeny-tiny baby.

Remember, Antoine?

No. I love forgetting the most important things in my life.

Yeah.

Actually, on this photo,

the resemblance to Antoine...

Zero.

Zero, really. Big, big fat zero.

But we don't look like anyone at that age.

Anyway, she's grown up.

Don't you think you're boring him with that?

You think so?

Not at all!

Why?

Catherine, no.

No but...

That's my thing. I bore everybody with my kids.

You think kids interest people. But guess what? Nope.

No, Catherine.

I don't know why he said that. Why'd you say that?

It's mean. Well, unpleasant.

Yeah, Antoine. Be fucking decent.

Like that dress? "Nightmare in Tokyo"?

Beats that jacket and the "clueless dick" kit.

What about that paint on your face?

- Fuck you! - Enough, kids!

He started it.

Louis?

I'm not bored, Catherine.

I love hearing about your kids.

I'm glad.

And, um...

Don't you have a boy who has my name?

Yes.

Yes. Sorry, yes.

I'm happy. I'm touched.

I mean, it touched me.

Six years old now...

Six. They're two years apart, and...

I don't know

if I should keep going or...

Hey whoa, whoa! Don't blame me.

If you want to talk, talk.

Don't make me sound like a bully muzzling you.

You're nuts, Antoine.

You're nuts.

Tell him, please. He's all ears.

Go ahead.

He loves it. Our children, the children of the world...

He's so fond of this topic! The evolution of our offspring.

His favorite conversation. So tell him!

Chill the fuck out, Tony.

Oh God, okay, sorry. I shouldn't have.

I didn't mean to...

I'm sorry, darling. Go on.

I'm embarrassed. Sorry, Catherine.

No offense, Antoine... You're making me uncomfortable.

I'm so sorry, really!

Big Bad Antoine spoiled the lovely day!

Shut up and let her talk!

Go on, Catherine. Ignore him.

Yeah, ignore me!

There's my dip and then jalapegno... Peno ?

Peño.

Anyhow, spicy. And fry sauce of course.

Catherine, do tell.

No but...

That's it, he just...

He has your name, sir. I mean, Louis.

And, um...

What I think is interesting is that, first and foremost,

he has, if we go back,

your father's name, and so, needless to say...

Here we go, French kings...

Look, Antoine, I'll just shut up, alright?

And you tell the story.