The Prodigal Daughter (La fille prodigue)

If you're not well because of me, you must leave me.

You know you're getting worse, don't you ?

It's getting worst and worst.

You were already irresponsible,

unable to take responsabilities,

except in your work,

But now…

You want us to leave ?

Taking a few days in the sun ?

You're not well, that's all.

You say nothing…

You don't even blame…

You have nothing to blame me for ?

We're not at an age where one expects happiness…

but we can at least succeed…

in taking it easier, accepting things…

You accept nothing.

I don't even ask you

to be happy with me, I don't ask you anything.

You can't keep on being like this.

Be a little selfish.

Be kind with yourself. Why hurting yourself so much ?

Good night.

Good night.

Pa first !

lt's very nice.

That's good. Very good.

You're no longer in your own home. It doesn't matter.

- I'm sorry. - It's alright. Can happen to anyone.

It stops there.

It stops there, it can't anything to me.

I said I was sorry…

They seem very kind…

It stops there !

Do they ever come in ?

No, never.

Well, then it doesn't really matter.

Get me a wet flannel.

Get me a wet flannel.

Get me a wet flannel.

The cold, the cold, is burning me Pa.

Don't help me I can do it myself !

Will you hold it for me ?

Do I turn off the light ?

I'm a big girl.

The bad devils are all out.

They're having party in my head.

Accepting that I'm stupid, disorientate…

exhausted by my own inanity.

Something has got still and doesn't want to happen.

Good, very good.

Do as if I was not here. Very good.

Good. Head up a little.

Very good.

I knew it would be very good. I was not worried.

Very good.

I don't know if I face myself.

But how would I find something from this someone…

so unused to search for myself ?

Will happen what must happen.

I want to live ! I want to live.

What's happening ? Anne is not with you ?

No, it's ok.

It's ok but she's not well. I don't know what to do.

She moved into her new apartment. Did you know she had one ?

She doesn't go out of it.

She didn't even go to work.

- Did you fight ? - No.

Since three months we've been here…

I didn't have any time for the garden.

Which makes the joy…

of my husband. He likes this mess.

It's not ugly, by the way.

I think he couldn't breath among all my flowers.

It's maybe the reason why we sold the other one to buy here.

Currently he's sleeping. Or pretending to.

Her and him are quite alike.

Flowers were what was left to me.

And when I couldn't sleep at night, I used to walk…

and watch my bouquets. Sometimes it was calming me down.

What did you do to her ? What has be done to my baby ?

- Hello, Jean-Marie. - Hello.

Your daughter needs us.

She's not well. She's not well at all.

I've received this letter from her. I'm embarrassed to show it to you.

You have to understand that she needs help.

Our help.

If I take part in it, she'll take it bad.

She doesn't hate me, but she'll take it bad.

It's hard to say, but…

I'm not the one she needs at the moment.

- I got this letter yesterday evening. - I'll look for her.

I'll look for her. I'll be useful to anything.

But she's no longer a child.

- If you want. - I'll come to see you.

But call a doctor.

The children go… No one gets over…

Shall I call her ?

-No, we'll look for her. - Yes I think it's better.

I have to go.

I end my classes at 4, you call me at 5 ?

- Yes, don't worry. - Thank you.

Excuse me, I kiss everyone today.

It's me…

Where's Pa ?

He's parking the car. He's waiting for you downstairs.

- Why didn't he come up ? - Because you're coming with us.

Is he born yet, Judith's baby ?

Not yet.

I'll come with you…

I'll come with you.

You get dressed. I'll pack your things.

I'll come with you.

I want to come with you.

Do you want your camera ?

My white dress !

You have to eat.

We will weigh you,

And you won't leave this house before becoming a fat mother…

With a fat belly, like when you were a baby.

We do the garage ?

When you were a kid, once your dad and I had weighed you…

We told your weigh…

And then you laid down on the scale, on your belly…

We asked you what you were doing.

You said "I've been weighing my feet

Now I will weigh my belly", you remember ?

Yes I've heard this for 50 times, but not for long.

We do the garage, but you do the effort, right ?

A plane.

A plane cake.

- And now ? - A bike.

Ding ding ding !

Ding ding ding.

Open the door.

And now ?

I don't know.

Horses getting angry

and who want to go back into the stable.

Come on, open the door.

Come on.

It's not a stable, it's a garage.

- So what is it ? - An ambulance.

No, a doctor. That's better.

- That's a charming doctor we have. - My doctor.

Take, a last one.

Arm higher.

Higher.

A house laughing after the doctor's visit.

One day, when you were a very little kid…

This is a story you don't know.

Your father and I were in bed, one morning…

You came from your room and you said to your father

that you wanted to "forcate" with him.

"Forcate" ?

Your father and I didn't understand that invented word.

And you, came on your father's belly…

You were very small.

And you started to shake your little ass.

We understood what "forcate" meant.

You must have made this word with…

flirt and fornicate, maybe.

"Fornicate", is a too scholarly term.

I hate these words.

Anyway you were funny to see.

And slightly embarrassing too.

Don't touch me.

I can't stand being touched.

Your father still wants to forcate…

but with another woman.

He's in love with another woman ?

He wants to forcate, as you say,

or he is in love ? It's not the same.

He's in love.

Let's not talk about it.

I don't want us to keep talking about it.

It hurts me.

You don't think that it hurts me more ?

He's a big baby, your father. A big baby.

He'll take care of you, but you too take care of him.

- You have to be generous. - Oh I am quite !

I comfort him when he comes back unhappy after seeing her.

I try him to get better.

You also know you will keep him.

I'd prefer him to make love to her. Then things would be better.

Maybe.

Oh how miserable I become.

He, at least, is telling himself some stories.

In the beginning I was angry with him, but not any longer.

And it's true she's not only pretty.

I haven't the right to stop him from being in love with her.

And he still…

needs me… It's just as well I'm going away

cause here I can't stay any longer.

I'll go look after your sister

And you, you must be kind to your father.

But you love each other. You're the only one who can help him.

And when I come back, perhaps I'll leave him.

I'm not as good of all that.

- Good night. - I sleep well still.