Nina (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Qui trop embrasse - full transcript
I forgot my keys,
but I brought croissants.
And the mail.
Nothing but bills.
Montesquieu College
Miss Lily Antonakis
Can I smell croissants?
You can.
What is all this?
Preparing breakfast.
It isn't my birthday.
I just wanted to.
You go ahead.
- Djalil's coming to dinner tomorrow.
- I'll behave.
I have to go.
Bye!
- What was that?
- She's confusing you.
But she did get croissants.
And you?
What about me?
You disappeared for a week.
- I had to sort something.
- Anything serious?
I need a shower.
MORE THAN YOU CAN CHEW
What's this?
Night of the Living Dead?
What's happening?
Flu epidemic.
Casualty is swamped.
Get to work.
- Where's Kevin?
- Flu.
- Dorothée is working tonight.
- We get a break!
Sorry.
Sir!
Are you alright?
Sir?
Anyone got a stretcher?
I don't understand.
I hardly touched him.
I don't know what's wrong,
but it's interesting.
Put him on oxygen.
Run full tests:
blood gas, pH, O2. The lot.
OK.
We can finally practise medicine.
You want a room?
What else?
A crash tray.
Are there no nurses?
Nina, go with him.
I'll take your patient.
OK. His ID was in his pocket:
Ali Slama.
So what's wrong?
He couldn't get up:
fever, shivering.
39.5.
Breathe in.
It looks like flu.
- Flue, tonsillitis...
- Dad!
- Who's your doctor?
- Dr Hélène Maurier.
I'd like a second opinion.
He's always ill.
- How are you feeling?
- I ache all over.
Let's see your throat.
Open wide.
It's very red.
Do a blood test
for blood count, creatine,
proteinuria and flu.
Give him 1g of paracetamol.
- OK.
- Sorry.
I'll come back
when we have the results.
Oh?
You shouldn't have gone out
with your sister.
- We were sensible.
- You're in hospital.
This is your health, Baptiste!
- Leave me alone.
- It's your health.
- It's important...
- Sorry.
Could you wait outside?
While I do this.
- Of course. Sorry.
- Thank you.
Sorry.
He's always like that.
He thinks I have cancer.
He's worried about you.
It's normal.
- Do you have children?
- A daughter.
I'm far worse than your father.
Let's sit you up.
How do you feel?
You can tell me.
Not great.
I feel like my bones
have been crushed.
My dad will get me a transplant.
I won't be here long.
The docs never find anything.
No! Not that!
- Well?
- I'll send these to the lab.
A doctor will come and see you.
I've never seen him like this.
I shouldn't have
let him go out.
Don't worry.
Don't worry?
They said that when my wife was ill,
and she died.
I'm sorry.
Find out what's wrong.
That's all I ask.
Dear colleague,
thank you for sending...
Got 5 minutes?
Yes.
Why is Baptiste
in your department?
- His father wanted another opinion.
- You could have told me.
We're really busy today.
So am I, but I came to see you.
- What did you treat him for?
- Tonsilitis,
ear infections.
He's anaemic,
but no immunodeficiency.
His father is very anxious.
He's raising his kids alone.
Twins.
He's overwhelmed.
Do you know what's wrong
with the kid?
- I'm waiting for results.
- Call me when you get them.
And stop stealing my patients.
Feeling better?
Sorry about earlier.
It's not your fault.
I can't stand up.
We'll get you on your feet.
I doubt that.
I've got a brain tumour.
It's terminal.
You should be crying.
Not my style.
I guessed.
Are you a patient here?
No. I argued with my doctor.
He doesn't like my giving up.
So I took my custom elsewhere.
Welcome.
Mr Slama is awake.
Good! I've got some
interesting hypotheses...
- It's a brain tumour.
- A brain tumour?
How do you know?
I spoke to him. Try it.
Nurses can be useful after all.
- He's like a kid at Christmas.
- Yes.
- Can you look after Baptiste?
- Makes a change from the flu.
You were right to come.
We'll start from scratch.
We'll do a scan,
plan the treatment...
I'm not here for treatment.
Did you miss
the sign that says "hospital"?
I tried everything.
I want it to stop.
Sorry. I... am a doctor.
My job is to cure patients.
Not to sing lullabies.
Die where you like,
but not in my department.
Give him 120mg of cortisone.
He needs a scan before midday.
He's like the others.
No. He really isn't.
Can you put this on?
Sorry.
Can I call anyone?
No. Nobody. Thanks.
I'll leave you.
- I'm hot.
- I'll change the sheet.
Stay there.
- Had them long?
- They weren't there this morning.
- What is it?
- I'll fetch the doctor.
I need you!
What is it?
Baptiste, are you OK?
- What are those marks?
- Purpura. It could be meningitis.
- We'll do a lumbar puncture.
- No!
I know it's painful.
Bro!
- Nice PJs!
- Stella, why are you here?
Skipping school?
It's running.
I changed the route.
- You can't stay.
- Why not?
He may be contagious.
I won't leave you.
Stella. Please.
Come on.
I'll call about the puncture.
Don't worry. It'll be fine.
You couldn't stop Dr Strangelove.
No.
- I don't give up either.
- I haven't given up.
I'm facing facts.
Let's make a deal.
You have the scan.
I'll deal with the doctors.
OK?
OK.
Thanks.
- Don't give up on me.
- No.
It's your fault he's ill.
- Don't start.
- You don't protect him.
I'm not his mother!
Wait... Stella!
I'm sorry, I...
I didn't mean it, Stella.
Don't eat that stuff.
Enzo, make us a cheeseburger?
Alright.
- Here.
- Thanks.
Thanks, Enzo.
I'm not going to steal it.
How are things?
He's strong.
I was talking about you.
I'm not ill. I'm lucky.
Or so my father keeps telling me.
And your mum?
- She died when I was 10.
- That's crap.
At least we got to know her.
My father doesn't see me.
What about your parents?
My father hit me.
I left home when I was your age.
That can't have been easy.
I got through it.
I think I ate too fast.
OK?
Yes. Fine.
- See a doctor.
- There's no need.
Your brother might have meningitis.
Come on.
Everything is fine.
She's worried about her brother.
Twins often share symptoms.
We don't want
a meningitis epidemic.
Nina. Call for you.
Your daughter's school.
What?
- Hello?
- Mrs Auber?
Speaking.
Is Lily OK?
What?
No. I...
I'll tell him.
Thank you.
Excuse me. I need to talk to you.
Sorry.
No problem.
The school called.
Lily is accused of vandalism.
- What?
- That's all they said.
We have to go in tonight.
She's never had any problems.
In the last year, she's got better,
we've divorced,
and she's had her heart broken.
We girls talk now.
She's trying to find herself.
It takes time.
When did you become understanding?
We've been through a lot.
You know everyone knows
you're going out with Bensaïd?
Yes. And?
Isn't it a bit soon for Lily?
Everyone knows
Hélène is moving in with you.
Isn't it a bit soon for Lily?
Lily, what's the problem at school?
Call me back please. Thanks.
- Trouble?
- Yes.
Lily. We've been called in
to see the headmaster.
It's a way of getting you together.
Stop it!
Should we cancel tomorrow night?
No.
I want you to come.
Sure?
You know this already.
The scan is bad.
The tumour is too large to operate.
- We'll start chemo.
- No point.
You'll have another month,
maybe more.
A month of throwing up?
There are other options.
A clinical trial.
It's over!
I want to die quietly.
I'll leave you to think.
Please, get me out of here.
I'll talk to him.
I've got the results.
It isn't meningitis.
- But...?
- It is a purpura.
There's a risk of haemorrhage.
What will you do?
We'll put him on anti-inflammatories
and monitor his symptoms.
Put him on corticosteroids
and do a blood test.
- OK?
- OK.
You should go home.
I'll call you.
Thank you.
I'll stay with you.
You never know.
Me too.
No.
Go home.
I'd rather be alone.
Don't worry.
We'll look after your son.
- You look pale.
- People say that to Goths.
Let's go home.
You've school tomorrow.
I can't leave him on his own.
Your father is right.
There's nothing you can do.
Come on.
You can't put him
on some trial therapy!
Why not?
He only has a few days to live.
- All the more reason.
- This isn't about him,
this is about your ego.
You should suppress your superego.
I know my classics:
"To cure sometimes, to relieve often,
to comfort always."
This is real life, not a book.
Yes. And your patient wants to die.
Listen to me, Thingy.
Mr Slama is depressed.
I would be, if I had a brain tumour.
I'm here to treat him.
If a treatment can give him
remission, I'll do it,
like it or not.
You disappoint me.
I didn't think you were the sort
to give up so easily.
Where are we going?
He won't give up.
I'm taking you to palliative care.
Not with all the dying people!
So... do you have any family?
Someone who can look after you?
No. I've come here
to get away from my mother.
Why?
She's convinced I can be cured.
She's dragged me
to every specialist and hospital.
She can't bear to see me sick.
Understand?
Yes.
You can't bear the thought
of your child dying.
You understand why I don't want
my mother to see me die?
I want to stay here, with you.
No. That's...
That's impossible.
Can you walk?
I think... I think I can.
Good.
This is my first night duty.
The patients will have sweet dreams.
Are you new?
Yes. He's a psychology student.
He's here to observe.
Welcome. I'm Dorothée.
Ali.
I'll be off.
Is learning psychology hard?
No... Yes.
Lily's grades are falling.
- Did you see her report?
- I didn't receive it.
Don't tell me...
We'll discuss it later.
Arriving late,
absence, and now this.
This has to stop.
I didn't do the tag.
Stop lying.
You were seen.
We've been tolerant,
but her health is no excuse.
- I'm not ill!
Fine.
You can clean up your artwork.
Detention every Wednesday
for a month.
What's with the graffiti? Are you
bored with being a good student?
Everyone treats me
like I'm different.
You want to be punished?
- Rubbish!
- Don't talk to her like that!
You don't want us to go easy on you?
You're grounded for a month.
- Agreed?
- 100%.
You agree
when it comes to pissing me off.
That's enough, Lily!
Excuse me.
Are you sulking?
No.
I... I'm just a bit tired.
It'll be busier tomorrow.
I may not be here tomorrow.
Changing departments?
Not exactly.
Come here. I'll explain.
- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Léo.
- Have you broken a nail?
- No.
I've met a wonderful man,
but it's impossible.
An intern
with another 10 years to qualify?
No. A patient
who only has days to live.
What happened?
Léo?
- Keep quiet.
- OK.
Slama has gone.
- He...
- He died?
No-one told me. Thanks.
- Why is he there?
- He refuses palliative care.
You take him.
- He won't go.
- You can convince him.
- OK. You can rely on me.
- Great.
Stay with him tonight.
I'll do it tomorrow.
OK. Thanks.
Thank you!
Lily!
Don't stay there all night.
I'm not hungry.
If you change your mind,
it's in the kitchen.
Why did you put Mr Slama in
the break room without telling me?
I wanted Proust to leave him alone,
and it got complicated.
- Nadine thinks he's dead.
I've been stupid.
I've been stupid.
You have to tell Nadine tomorrow.
- She'll sack me. And rightly.
- And me too.
I'm your supervisor.
Your mistakes are mine.
This is the last time.
Sorry.
ACCIDENT & EMERGENCY
Stella?
Don't worry.
They didn't see me.
- You sneaked out?
- I couldn't leave you here alone.
How are you?
I've got stomach ache.
It's bad.
I'm scared.
Don't worry.
I'm here.
You're burning up.
I ran to get here.
- Shit!
- You can't stay like this.
You can't stay here.
Go on! Go!
Shit!
What's wrong?
- I've got stomach ache.
- Stomach ache?
How bad, on a scale of 1 to 10?
9.
I'll call the nurse.
We'll give you some painkillers.
Is that OK?
OK.
OK?
I'm better now.
You...
Promise you won't cry
when I'm gone?
I cry all the time.
No-one will notice.
I'm so tired.
Get some rest.
I'll be here.
- 3rd on the left.
- Thank you.
Hello.
I'm looking for Ali Slama.
It's too early for visiting.
He's my son.
He's very ill.
- Can you tell me if he's here?
- OK.
You said "Ali Slama"?
Yes. He was admitted yesterday.
Ah.
Take a seat.
Someone will come for you.
- Thank you.
- Hello?
It's reception. Can you send
someone for Mrs Slama?
- Tell her everything.
- OK.
It's the only way
to save your skin, and mine.
OK.
Fine.
- Nadine...
- Mr Slama's mother is here.
You have to tell her he's dead.
He isn't dead.
What?
He's in palliative care.
I've got no record of transfer.
I took the initiative. I wanted...
You deal with Proust.
Meanwhile, talk to his mother.
- And say what?
- You sort it out.
- He won't see her.
- Sort it out.
Quick! I need help!
Stella! Can you hear me? Stella!
- She's unconscious.
- I found her like that.
Go and fetch a stretcher.
You go down to reception.
Stella? Squeeze my hand
if you can hear me.
No purpura.
What's wrong?
Hyperthermia.
Altered consciousness.
It's a bad trip.
- Test for drugs.
- Not all Goths do drugs.
She's got the symptoms.
It's not skunk or Afghan.
Nor liquid X.
My dissertation
was on psychotropics.
- I'd never have guessed.
- It isn't drugs.
She wouldn't abandon her brother.
I still want to test for drugs
and the flu.
OK.
Stella!
What's wrong with her?
We found her unconscious.
She went out last night.
It's my fault.
We argued, yesterday evening...
She went to her room.
This morning she was gone.
Calm down. OK?
It's not your fault.
Go and have a coffee.
We'll look after her.
Trust me.
- Mrs Slama...
- I know.
I saw the lady on reception.
You don't want
to tell me he's dead.
No. Sit down.
Your son is alive,
but we can't save him.
I want to see him.
He doesn't want that.
He's scared you'll be upset.
He's always been like that.
When he fell off his bike,
I would rush to comfort him.
He would say: "It doesn't hurt."
I know I can't make him better.
I'd like to kiss him one more time.
I understand.
I'll try to persuade him.
Thank you.
Where's Stella?
She was unwell, but she's OK.
- She's conscious.
- I'll go and see her.
No. You stay there.
She's in good hands.
We need to look after you, OK?
Yes.
How are you feeling?
- Better.
- Good.
- Stomach ache?
- Gone.
- His fever has gone.
- Good. Let's have a look.
That's much better.
We'll do a blood test,
but it isn't idiopathic.
- Is that good news?
- Yes.
You've got purpura rheumatica.
It's much less serious.
It might come back in a month,
but you'll be able to go home soon.
- And Stella?
- I'm waiting for tests.
I'll keep you posted.
Someone here for you.
Alright, Auntie?
Fine.
Fred hasn't called.
I think he's gone.
I've brought the essentials.
It seems strange.
You can come and see us.
Here.
Come and see me
when things are calmer.
OK.
Did you sleep?
Not really.
You know...
you can say what you want,
you're never ready.
Just exhausted.
Your mother is here.
She wants to talk to you.
I can't.
- I don't have the strength.
- No.
She's much stronger than you think.
She fought,
but she knows this is the end.
She's ready.
Let her say goodbye.
Goodbye.
The drugs test is negative.
She's got the flu.
A bad case of flu.
She'll soon be better.
Dad?
I'm here.
We'll leave you.
You had me scared.
Sorry.
I was so obsessed
with your brother that...
I didn't see you were ill.
I don't blame you.
I blame myself.
You needed me,
and I wasn't there.
You look so much like your mum!
I miss her.
So do I.
How did Mr Slama die
and come back to life?
I've had enough of you.
Do you understand?
Playing at being a doctor.
I have to put up
with your arrogance.
It's over. Out of my way!
Can I defend myself?
2 minutes.
You don't understand me.
Me neither.
We're the same.
We won't give up.
1 minute.
We can do whatever we can,
but they have the right to die.
Finished?
Yes.
Yes?
Think you're the only one who cares?
I have my limits too.
If you'd let me,
I'd have let Mr Slama go.
But you had to do it your way.
I...
Yes.
- You can fire me.
- No. No way.
I'd miss you.
And it's much more fun to scare you.
You made me run.
I looked for you in every hospital.
I didn't want you
to see me like this.
I'm happy to be here.
That's all.
Do you remember, Mum,
when I couldn't sleep?
You'd come and sit next to me.
You put your hand on my heart.
And you sang your song.
- You loved that song.
- Yes.
I tried not to fall asleep.
I wanted you to carry on singing.
I love you, Mum.
Look at us!
We look great.
Hospital pyjamas
don't suit you either.
If I didn't hurt everywhere,
I'd hit you.
- Really?
- Yes.
Come on.
- Promise we won't come back here.
- Promise.
- But stop playing the starlet.
- What?
You've adopted this style
to get noticed.
Dad sees it as rejection.
So if I wear a nice skirt,
our problems will be over?
Just take one step.
It's a start.
What do you want?
Don't you want to shout at me?
No. I'm too busy.
Go away.
- Going on holiday?
- No.
Going home?
Yes.
But I have to do something.
I won't ask what.
You'll see.
- Hello.
- Hello.
Hello.
I'll never love anyone else.
It hurts so much.
Isn't that a bit much?
Have you never said: "It's him.
"The love of my life"?
At first sight?
Yes.
But we have more than one life.
I've got nothing for dinner.
I sent the application
over a year ago.
"Mayo Clinic, Rochester."
Great.
I don't believe it.
They want me.
But you're the best.
Will you go?
I don't know.
A lot has happened in a year.
I don't want to be so far from you.
It's a great opportunity.
I don't want you to regret not going.
We'll talk about it later.
- I know it's naff.
- I love flowers. Come in.
Sit down.
Sorry, I've had a difficult day.
I ordered pizzas.
I love pizza.
Come on. It'll be fine.
- Who are you?
- He's my son.
Your son?
Yes. Can he stay here?
Of course.
Come on.
Let's see Lily's room.
- Any more surprises?
- No.
It's the pizzas.
Mum?
Gloria.
What is this?
You invite your boyfriend for dinner,
we couldn't miss it.
Lily told us.
Never trust your children.
No.
So... it's you!
Yes, it's me.
He's handsome!
Mum!
- You're a doctor?
- Psychiatrist.
Always in demand.
Quite.
Obviously, we internists
think we can cure everything
with drugs.
- But...
- Let's not bore him.
Thank you.
Hello.
- You'll tell me about Néo?
- Of course.
Your mum likes your guy.
She'll steal him.
Nonsense!
You're right.
Subtitles: Eclair Media
but I brought croissants.
And the mail.
Nothing but bills.
Montesquieu College
Miss Lily Antonakis
Can I smell croissants?
You can.
What is all this?
Preparing breakfast.
It isn't my birthday.
I just wanted to.
You go ahead.
- Djalil's coming to dinner tomorrow.
- I'll behave.
I have to go.
Bye!
- What was that?
- She's confusing you.
But she did get croissants.
And you?
What about me?
You disappeared for a week.
- I had to sort something.
- Anything serious?
I need a shower.
MORE THAN YOU CAN CHEW
What's this?
Night of the Living Dead?
What's happening?
Flu epidemic.
Casualty is swamped.
Get to work.
- Where's Kevin?
- Flu.
- Dorothée is working tonight.
- We get a break!
Sorry.
Sir!
Are you alright?
Sir?
Anyone got a stretcher?
I don't understand.
I hardly touched him.
I don't know what's wrong,
but it's interesting.
Put him on oxygen.
Run full tests:
blood gas, pH, O2. The lot.
OK.
We can finally practise medicine.
You want a room?
What else?
A crash tray.
Are there no nurses?
Nina, go with him.
I'll take your patient.
OK. His ID was in his pocket:
Ali Slama.
So what's wrong?
He couldn't get up:
fever, shivering.
39.5.
Breathe in.
It looks like flu.
- Flue, tonsillitis...
- Dad!
- Who's your doctor?
- Dr Hélène Maurier.
I'd like a second opinion.
He's always ill.
- How are you feeling?
- I ache all over.
Let's see your throat.
Open wide.
It's very red.
Do a blood test
for blood count, creatine,
proteinuria and flu.
Give him 1g of paracetamol.
- OK.
- Sorry.
I'll come back
when we have the results.
Oh?
You shouldn't have gone out
with your sister.
- We were sensible.
- You're in hospital.
This is your health, Baptiste!
- Leave me alone.
- It's your health.
- It's important...
- Sorry.
Could you wait outside?
While I do this.
- Of course. Sorry.
- Thank you.
Sorry.
He's always like that.
He thinks I have cancer.
He's worried about you.
It's normal.
- Do you have children?
- A daughter.
I'm far worse than your father.
Let's sit you up.
How do you feel?
You can tell me.
Not great.
I feel like my bones
have been crushed.
My dad will get me a transplant.
I won't be here long.
The docs never find anything.
No! Not that!
- Well?
- I'll send these to the lab.
A doctor will come and see you.
I've never seen him like this.
I shouldn't have
let him go out.
Don't worry.
Don't worry?
They said that when my wife was ill,
and she died.
I'm sorry.
Find out what's wrong.
That's all I ask.
Dear colleague,
thank you for sending...
Got 5 minutes?
Yes.
Why is Baptiste
in your department?
- His father wanted another opinion.
- You could have told me.
We're really busy today.
So am I, but I came to see you.
- What did you treat him for?
- Tonsilitis,
ear infections.
He's anaemic,
but no immunodeficiency.
His father is very anxious.
He's raising his kids alone.
Twins.
He's overwhelmed.
Do you know what's wrong
with the kid?
- I'm waiting for results.
- Call me when you get them.
And stop stealing my patients.
Feeling better?
Sorry about earlier.
It's not your fault.
I can't stand up.
We'll get you on your feet.
I doubt that.
I've got a brain tumour.
It's terminal.
You should be crying.
Not my style.
I guessed.
Are you a patient here?
No. I argued with my doctor.
He doesn't like my giving up.
So I took my custom elsewhere.
Welcome.
Mr Slama is awake.
Good! I've got some
interesting hypotheses...
- It's a brain tumour.
- A brain tumour?
How do you know?
I spoke to him. Try it.
Nurses can be useful after all.
- He's like a kid at Christmas.
- Yes.
- Can you look after Baptiste?
- Makes a change from the flu.
You were right to come.
We'll start from scratch.
We'll do a scan,
plan the treatment...
I'm not here for treatment.
Did you miss
the sign that says "hospital"?
I tried everything.
I want it to stop.
Sorry. I... am a doctor.
My job is to cure patients.
Not to sing lullabies.
Die where you like,
but not in my department.
Give him 120mg of cortisone.
He needs a scan before midday.
He's like the others.
No. He really isn't.
Can you put this on?
Sorry.
Can I call anyone?
No. Nobody. Thanks.
I'll leave you.
- I'm hot.
- I'll change the sheet.
Stay there.
- Had them long?
- They weren't there this morning.
- What is it?
- I'll fetch the doctor.
I need you!
What is it?
Baptiste, are you OK?
- What are those marks?
- Purpura. It could be meningitis.
- We'll do a lumbar puncture.
- No!
I know it's painful.
Bro!
- Nice PJs!
- Stella, why are you here?
Skipping school?
It's running.
I changed the route.
- You can't stay.
- Why not?
He may be contagious.
I won't leave you.
Stella. Please.
Come on.
I'll call about the puncture.
Don't worry. It'll be fine.
You couldn't stop Dr Strangelove.
No.
- I don't give up either.
- I haven't given up.
I'm facing facts.
Let's make a deal.
You have the scan.
I'll deal with the doctors.
OK?
OK.
Thanks.
- Don't give up on me.
- No.
It's your fault he's ill.
- Don't start.
- You don't protect him.
I'm not his mother!
Wait... Stella!
I'm sorry, I...
I didn't mean it, Stella.
Don't eat that stuff.
Enzo, make us a cheeseburger?
Alright.
- Here.
- Thanks.
Thanks, Enzo.
I'm not going to steal it.
How are things?
He's strong.
I was talking about you.
I'm not ill. I'm lucky.
Or so my father keeps telling me.
And your mum?
- She died when I was 10.
- That's crap.
At least we got to know her.
My father doesn't see me.
What about your parents?
My father hit me.
I left home when I was your age.
That can't have been easy.
I got through it.
I think I ate too fast.
OK?
Yes. Fine.
- See a doctor.
- There's no need.
Your brother might have meningitis.
Come on.
Everything is fine.
She's worried about her brother.
Twins often share symptoms.
We don't want
a meningitis epidemic.
Nina. Call for you.
Your daughter's school.
What?
- Hello?
- Mrs Auber?
Speaking.
Is Lily OK?
What?
No. I...
I'll tell him.
Thank you.
Excuse me. I need to talk to you.
Sorry.
No problem.
The school called.
Lily is accused of vandalism.
- What?
- That's all they said.
We have to go in tonight.
She's never had any problems.
In the last year, she's got better,
we've divorced,
and she's had her heart broken.
We girls talk now.
She's trying to find herself.
It takes time.
When did you become understanding?
We've been through a lot.
You know everyone knows
you're going out with Bensaïd?
Yes. And?
Isn't it a bit soon for Lily?
Everyone knows
Hélène is moving in with you.
Isn't it a bit soon for Lily?
Lily, what's the problem at school?
Call me back please. Thanks.
- Trouble?
- Yes.
Lily. We've been called in
to see the headmaster.
It's a way of getting you together.
Stop it!
Should we cancel tomorrow night?
No.
I want you to come.
Sure?
You know this already.
The scan is bad.
The tumour is too large to operate.
- We'll start chemo.
- No point.
You'll have another month,
maybe more.
A month of throwing up?
There are other options.
A clinical trial.
It's over!
I want to die quietly.
I'll leave you to think.
Please, get me out of here.
I'll talk to him.
I've got the results.
It isn't meningitis.
- But...?
- It is a purpura.
There's a risk of haemorrhage.
What will you do?
We'll put him on anti-inflammatories
and monitor his symptoms.
Put him on corticosteroids
and do a blood test.
- OK?
- OK.
You should go home.
I'll call you.
Thank you.
I'll stay with you.
You never know.
Me too.
No.
Go home.
I'd rather be alone.
Don't worry.
We'll look after your son.
- You look pale.
- People say that to Goths.
Let's go home.
You've school tomorrow.
I can't leave him on his own.
Your father is right.
There's nothing you can do.
Come on.
You can't put him
on some trial therapy!
Why not?
He only has a few days to live.
- All the more reason.
- This isn't about him,
this is about your ego.
You should suppress your superego.
I know my classics:
"To cure sometimes, to relieve often,
to comfort always."
This is real life, not a book.
Yes. And your patient wants to die.
Listen to me, Thingy.
Mr Slama is depressed.
I would be, if I had a brain tumour.
I'm here to treat him.
If a treatment can give him
remission, I'll do it,
like it or not.
You disappoint me.
I didn't think you were the sort
to give up so easily.
Where are we going?
He won't give up.
I'm taking you to palliative care.
Not with all the dying people!
So... do you have any family?
Someone who can look after you?
No. I've come here
to get away from my mother.
Why?
She's convinced I can be cured.
She's dragged me
to every specialist and hospital.
She can't bear to see me sick.
Understand?
Yes.
You can't bear the thought
of your child dying.
You understand why I don't want
my mother to see me die?
I want to stay here, with you.
No. That's...
That's impossible.
Can you walk?
I think... I think I can.
Good.
This is my first night duty.
The patients will have sweet dreams.
Are you new?
Yes. He's a psychology student.
He's here to observe.
Welcome. I'm Dorothée.
Ali.
I'll be off.
Is learning psychology hard?
No... Yes.
Lily's grades are falling.
- Did you see her report?
- I didn't receive it.
Don't tell me...
We'll discuss it later.
Arriving late,
absence, and now this.
This has to stop.
I didn't do the tag.
Stop lying.
You were seen.
We've been tolerant,
but her health is no excuse.
- I'm not ill!
Fine.
You can clean up your artwork.
Detention every Wednesday
for a month.
What's with the graffiti? Are you
bored with being a good student?
Everyone treats me
like I'm different.
You want to be punished?
- Rubbish!
- Don't talk to her like that!
You don't want us to go easy on you?
You're grounded for a month.
- Agreed?
- 100%.
You agree
when it comes to pissing me off.
That's enough, Lily!
Excuse me.
Are you sulking?
No.
I... I'm just a bit tired.
It'll be busier tomorrow.
I may not be here tomorrow.
Changing departments?
Not exactly.
Come here. I'll explain.
- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Léo.
- Have you broken a nail?
- No.
I've met a wonderful man,
but it's impossible.
An intern
with another 10 years to qualify?
No. A patient
who only has days to live.
What happened?
Léo?
- Keep quiet.
- OK.
Slama has gone.
- He...
- He died?
No-one told me. Thanks.
- Why is he there?
- He refuses palliative care.
You take him.
- He won't go.
- You can convince him.
- OK. You can rely on me.
- Great.
Stay with him tonight.
I'll do it tomorrow.
OK. Thanks.
Thank you!
Lily!
Don't stay there all night.
I'm not hungry.
If you change your mind,
it's in the kitchen.
Why did you put Mr Slama in
the break room without telling me?
I wanted Proust to leave him alone,
and it got complicated.
- Nadine thinks he's dead.
I've been stupid.
I've been stupid.
You have to tell Nadine tomorrow.
- She'll sack me. And rightly.
- And me too.
I'm your supervisor.
Your mistakes are mine.
This is the last time.
Sorry.
ACCIDENT & EMERGENCY
Stella?
Don't worry.
They didn't see me.
- You sneaked out?
- I couldn't leave you here alone.
How are you?
I've got stomach ache.
It's bad.
I'm scared.
Don't worry.
I'm here.
You're burning up.
I ran to get here.
- Shit!
- You can't stay like this.
You can't stay here.
Go on! Go!
Shit!
What's wrong?
- I've got stomach ache.
- Stomach ache?
How bad, on a scale of 1 to 10?
9.
I'll call the nurse.
We'll give you some painkillers.
Is that OK?
OK.
OK?
I'm better now.
You...
Promise you won't cry
when I'm gone?
I cry all the time.
No-one will notice.
I'm so tired.
Get some rest.
I'll be here.
- 3rd on the left.
- Thank you.
Hello.
I'm looking for Ali Slama.
It's too early for visiting.
He's my son.
He's very ill.
- Can you tell me if he's here?
- OK.
You said "Ali Slama"?
Yes. He was admitted yesterday.
Ah.
Take a seat.
Someone will come for you.
- Thank you.
- Hello?
It's reception. Can you send
someone for Mrs Slama?
- Tell her everything.
- OK.
It's the only way
to save your skin, and mine.
OK.
Fine.
- Nadine...
- Mr Slama's mother is here.
You have to tell her he's dead.
He isn't dead.
What?
He's in palliative care.
I've got no record of transfer.
I took the initiative. I wanted...
You deal with Proust.
Meanwhile, talk to his mother.
- And say what?
- You sort it out.
- He won't see her.
- Sort it out.
Quick! I need help!
Stella! Can you hear me? Stella!
- She's unconscious.
- I found her like that.
Go and fetch a stretcher.
You go down to reception.
Stella? Squeeze my hand
if you can hear me.
No purpura.
What's wrong?
Hyperthermia.
Altered consciousness.
It's a bad trip.
- Test for drugs.
- Not all Goths do drugs.
She's got the symptoms.
It's not skunk or Afghan.
Nor liquid X.
My dissertation
was on psychotropics.
- I'd never have guessed.
- It isn't drugs.
She wouldn't abandon her brother.
I still want to test for drugs
and the flu.
OK.
Stella!
What's wrong with her?
We found her unconscious.
She went out last night.
It's my fault.
We argued, yesterday evening...
She went to her room.
This morning she was gone.
Calm down. OK?
It's not your fault.
Go and have a coffee.
We'll look after her.
Trust me.
- Mrs Slama...
- I know.
I saw the lady on reception.
You don't want
to tell me he's dead.
No. Sit down.
Your son is alive,
but we can't save him.
I want to see him.
He doesn't want that.
He's scared you'll be upset.
He's always been like that.
When he fell off his bike,
I would rush to comfort him.
He would say: "It doesn't hurt."
I know I can't make him better.
I'd like to kiss him one more time.
I understand.
I'll try to persuade him.
Thank you.
Where's Stella?
She was unwell, but she's OK.
- She's conscious.
- I'll go and see her.
No. You stay there.
She's in good hands.
We need to look after you, OK?
Yes.
How are you feeling?
- Better.
- Good.
- Stomach ache?
- Gone.
- His fever has gone.
- Good. Let's have a look.
That's much better.
We'll do a blood test,
but it isn't idiopathic.
- Is that good news?
- Yes.
You've got purpura rheumatica.
It's much less serious.
It might come back in a month,
but you'll be able to go home soon.
- And Stella?
- I'm waiting for tests.
I'll keep you posted.
Someone here for you.
Alright, Auntie?
Fine.
Fred hasn't called.
I think he's gone.
I've brought the essentials.
It seems strange.
You can come and see us.
Here.
Come and see me
when things are calmer.
OK.
Did you sleep?
Not really.
You know...
you can say what you want,
you're never ready.
Just exhausted.
Your mother is here.
She wants to talk to you.
I can't.
- I don't have the strength.
- No.
She's much stronger than you think.
She fought,
but she knows this is the end.
She's ready.
Let her say goodbye.
Goodbye.
The drugs test is negative.
She's got the flu.
A bad case of flu.
She'll soon be better.
Dad?
I'm here.
We'll leave you.
You had me scared.
Sorry.
I was so obsessed
with your brother that...
I didn't see you were ill.
I don't blame you.
I blame myself.
You needed me,
and I wasn't there.
You look so much like your mum!
I miss her.
So do I.
How did Mr Slama die
and come back to life?
I've had enough of you.
Do you understand?
Playing at being a doctor.
I have to put up
with your arrogance.
It's over. Out of my way!
Can I defend myself?
2 minutes.
You don't understand me.
Me neither.
We're the same.
We won't give up.
1 minute.
We can do whatever we can,
but they have the right to die.
Finished?
Yes.
Yes?
Think you're the only one who cares?
I have my limits too.
If you'd let me,
I'd have let Mr Slama go.
But you had to do it your way.
I...
Yes.
- You can fire me.
- No. No way.
I'd miss you.
And it's much more fun to scare you.
You made me run.
I looked for you in every hospital.
I didn't want you
to see me like this.
I'm happy to be here.
That's all.
Do you remember, Mum,
when I couldn't sleep?
You'd come and sit next to me.
You put your hand on my heart.
And you sang your song.
- You loved that song.
- Yes.
I tried not to fall asleep.
I wanted you to carry on singing.
I love you, Mum.
Look at us!
We look great.
Hospital pyjamas
don't suit you either.
If I didn't hurt everywhere,
I'd hit you.
- Really?
- Yes.
Come on.
- Promise we won't come back here.
- Promise.
- But stop playing the starlet.
- What?
You've adopted this style
to get noticed.
Dad sees it as rejection.
So if I wear a nice skirt,
our problems will be over?
Just take one step.
It's a start.
What do you want?
Don't you want to shout at me?
No. I'm too busy.
Go away.
- Going on holiday?
- No.
Going home?
Yes.
But I have to do something.
I won't ask what.
You'll see.
- Hello.
- Hello.
Hello.
I'll never love anyone else.
It hurts so much.
Isn't that a bit much?
Have you never said: "It's him.
"The love of my life"?
At first sight?
Yes.
But we have more than one life.
I've got nothing for dinner.
I sent the application
over a year ago.
"Mayo Clinic, Rochester."
Great.
I don't believe it.
They want me.
But you're the best.
Will you go?
I don't know.
A lot has happened in a year.
I don't want to be so far from you.
It's a great opportunity.
I don't want you to regret not going.
We'll talk about it later.
- I know it's naff.
- I love flowers. Come in.
Sit down.
Sorry, I've had a difficult day.
I ordered pizzas.
I love pizza.
Come on. It'll be fine.
- Who are you?
- He's my son.
Your son?
Yes. Can he stay here?
Of course.
Come on.
Let's see Lily's room.
- Any more surprises?
- No.
It's the pizzas.
Mum?
Gloria.
What is this?
You invite your boyfriend for dinner,
we couldn't miss it.
Lily told us.
Never trust your children.
No.
So... it's you!
Yes, it's me.
He's handsome!
Mum!
- You're a doctor?
- Psychiatrist.
Always in demand.
Quite.
Obviously, we internists
think we can cure everything
with drugs.
- But...
- Let's not bore him.
Thank you.
Hello.
- You'll tell me about Néo?
- Of course.
Your mum likes your guy.
She'll steal him.
Nonsense!
You're right.
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