Before the Winter Chill (Avant l'hiver)

I operated on her ages ago.

Are you sure?

Appendicitis.

The pathologist says she has no scars on her body.

Did she tell you about the operation?

Yes.

The first time she approached me.

What else did she say about herself?

She was a student.

Her parents lived far away.

Her father was...

Can I have another glass of water, please?

- Is there any more champagne? - One in the fridge.

- Gérardknocks it back. - You too.

I love you.

- Scram! - OK.

Oh, stay with the others.

- Should I put this here? - If you like.

Wait! What are you trying to do?

What?

You make people happy.

Take this. I'll take the plates.

- Homegrown? - Yes, the last ones.

That's for being good!

Gassard, see that bulge?

That's it.

Cécile, show me number 12.

Yes, sir.

Glasses.

Thank you.

Stan, the microscope.

OK, let's do this.

You had to take out the heart, kidneys, a wrench...

It was plastic.

If you touched the sides, his big red nose lit up.

There was a weird buzz, too.

You'd lost.

I loved that game.

I knew that if I touched the side, he'd die.

He carried on laughing, but he was dead.

- If I'd been given cars... - You'd race cars.

- Or I'd repair them. - Similar to a surgeon!

Mr Natkinson,

the next one's ready.

Let's go.

Brigitte, why did I note Mr Reinart's slipped disc twice?

It's on the 22nd?

From 8 to 9.

Alright, good.

Pardon?

No, I won't operate 4 times in the same...

Bornand can deal with mere medullary decompression.

OK, thanks. Bye.

Miss... What do I owe you?

2.20 euros.

I know you.

You operated on me.

Appendicitis.

- No, my field is neurosurgery. - Yes, it was you.

- I replaced colleagues ages ago. - I was a kid.

- I don't remember. - You were kind.

When you're scared...

you remember.

- Well, have a nice day. - Will you come back?

Never the same here, is it?

- Did you change that? - No.

For you, the sun. For me, the crap.

What? Can't I be frank?

Well, I couldn't live here.

There's too much light,

too much of everything.

How many years in this glass casket?

Mathilde...

Mind you...

I say that, but I don't care.

Is Victor well?

And his daughter... Véra?

Emma.

Children are everywhere. In the street... Everywhere.

It makes me cry.

Don't use that fucking language to me.

Calm down.

I'm expected.

You're expected?

Surprised I'm expected, huh?

Wait.

- No, no! - Go on.

- That's not why I'm here. - I know.

- Don't tell Paul. - No.

Don't worry, it's just a minor checkup.

See my secretary on the way out.

- See you soon, Doctor. - Bye.

I've had enough!

Make me one.

The other day, I remembered a joke you told me when we started:

"You'll open brains. I'll empty 'em."

The drain's overflowing.

I should've been a butcher like you.

You don't have to listen to 'em.

I chose the wrong life.

Very good.

- Overcooked. - No.

Mathilde came.

Don't you want to know?

Know what?

How she is.

How is she?

When did she get out?

2 weeks ago.

When's she going back?

You're not funny.

You can't help her.

Nobody can.

Sometimes we can't help others.

- Good shot, eh? - Cut it out!

Don't you ever stop?

The world never stops.

Shit!

Mind your heart.

Come on, Gérard!

Come on, Gérard!

Stop it, you're putting us off.

Game, set and match!

You fall asleep on the run?

The state the kid's in!

- If you need me, just call. - Thanks.

Why do you always let him win?

What about you?

That last point wasn't bad.

Great match.

Bye.

Tumors of the lateral ventricles?

Ependymomas, papillomavirus of the choroid plexi...

Astrocytomas...

And?

- Gassard? - Meningiomas in children.

Go away and study.

Brigitte, why's this bouquet here?

It was left at reception for you.

A grateful patient...

Take it.

- What about your wife? - Oh, no.

Come back next spring.

It'll have changed.

Gladly.

Goodbye.

Thanks for coming.

- You have a beautiful garden. - Thank you.

See you next year.

Yes, indeed.

New message.

What's wrong, darling? Is it Alzheimer's?

I hate cut flowers.

Bye. See you tonight.

Hello.

Remember me?

The waitress from the Café... Lou.

What're you doing here?

Nothing. I'm on my way to work.

I've patients waiting.

Goodbye.

Goodbye...

'Morning.

'Morning, everyone.

'Morning, sir.

- 'Morning, Hélène. OK? - Fine, thanks.

Dr Natkinson's office.

A patient found it at the door on the ground.

No note either?

No.

- The delivery man didn't say anything? - It's ordered online.

It can come from anywhere.

They know your hospital,

office and home addresses.

They're flowers, not death threats.

Your sister?

She's penniless.

Should I fix you dinner?

No, I had a sandwich at the hospital.

I'm exhausted.

Come to bed.

The thing is, the tumor is hard to get at.

But it'll be OK

or I wouldn't take the risk.

I trust you.

We'll wait for you to build your strength up a bit.

You have to be in top shape, OK?

Now you get some rest.

Have a nice day, Doctor.

What'll you do after?

After what?

Well, after... Later on.

You've been thinking a lot lately.

I met someone.

Does she inundate you with flowers like Paul's female stalker?

Why not a male stalker?

What does she do?

Gallery owner.

- Saarbrücken. - You go there?

- Sometimes. - Why do you go there?