01x01 - Episode 1

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ALL THOSE THINGS WE NEVER SAID

You met him three times
and you hated him.

But it's a funeral.

There aren't many of us, as it is.
Let's at least make an effort.

What are you thinking about?

As I bury my father on the day
we were supposed to get married?

Good question.

Don't worry about the wedding,
we have our whole lives ahead of us.

Which isn't the case for everyone.

Do you know
if he was planning on coming?

I wonder if Mom will recognise him
up there.

We are gathered here today
to celebrate the life of Eva Saurel.

To honor the woman she was,
and will always be, in our hearts.

To live for and believe
in the words of Christ

is to know deep down
that nothing ever dies.

Eva has not left us.

She has gone to the land of life,

where the flowers never fade.

Eva, you have left our shadows,

and our pain.

There are only five of us here.

That's the price you pay for
always travelling and being selfish
too.

What a great accomplishment,
something to be proud of, eh?

Don't be so hard on yourself.

On myself?

Yeah, well, I suppose that...

right now your father couldn't
care less about appearances.

My condolences, I'd rather
have celebrated your wedding today.

Yes.

We could k*ll two birds
with one stone.

Adam's right after all.

Who cares about guests?

And it's the thought that counts as
far as your Father's concerned, right?

Madam, please.

At least her father could be
at our wedding.

Do you wish to say a few words?

No. Not now, and not like this.

Maybe you'd like to?

A word, if you don't mind.

Your father was a singular man,
severe, at times,

but I'd like you to know that...

he loved you more
than you could possibly imagine.

Being the centre of attention
was a special gift of his.

But that's all over now.

The day I lost my dad,
I didn't want to see anyone.

If you want to be alone tonight,
I'll completely understand.

Thank you.

You look so down in the dumps.

It's hard to tell which one of us
has just lost their father.

You're putting on a good show.

Did you think I'd abandon you tonight?
I've brought lots of good food.

Did you call me?

It's like a wedding reception,
but without the 200 guests.

And we don't have to put up
with the speeches and the slideshow.

What would I do without you?

Not much, my dear.
But we've known that for a while.

Have you called your husband-to-be?

No, not yet.

I know I should have done so,

but he suggested
leaving me alone tonight.

Maybe he was hoping
you'd want to cry on his shoulder,

not mine.

Adam is generous and considerate.

He puts up
with your insane work hours.

Be careful.

Now I feel even guiltier.

You know what bugs me about him?

I can't find any flaws in him.

Is not having any flaws,
a flaw?

Knowing you,
I'd say that it does worry me a
little.

It's easy to lecture about love
when you're single.

No!

I'm a widower. There's a difference.

The man I loved may have died
but he's still with me.

He was so handsome
in his hospital bed.

That f*cking disease
didn't diminish his beauty,

nor his humour,
right down to his very last words.

Which were?

"I love you."

Would you like to dance, my dear?

Those were beautiful last words.

It was the least he could say,

dying as he was
from cheating on me!

Yes?

Julia Saurel? Delivery.

No, it must be a mistake,
I haven't ordered anything.

According to this slip you have.

What the hell is that?

I'm losing my mind.

SWITCH ME ON

Did you miss me?

You're surprised,
I can understand that.

That's normal.

No, this isn't normal at all.
You can't be here.

I'm here while not really being here.

- This is a nightmare.
- No.

I'm going to wake up.

You are awake.

Obviously not because...
I can see you.

We're talking to each other,
and you're dead.

You're quite right. Nevertheless...

Look, sit down...

This is bullshit!
Why do you get to decide everything?

Not anymore.

Not anymore.
You can press the remote control

and switch me off.

But you can never
switch me on again.

That'll be it.

I'll sit down.

I'm listening.

Yes, it's been a while
since the two of us caught up.

Well, not that long.

Exactly a year and a half, today.

- That long?
- Yes.

My birthday's in January, it's now
June, and it was last year.

Speaking of catching up,

it was Christian who called me
to say you'd be coming

to blow out the candles.

I was hoping for a surprise.

You didn't show up,
which wasn't a surprise at all.

Fair enough.

Now, then, where shall I start?

- With an explanation?
- Yes.

A few years ago
I invested in a hi-tech company,

very hi-tech,

which makes androids.

What?

Humanoids, if you prefer.

Robots that carry out domestic tasks.

I see.

You came back to earth
to vacuum my apartment?

No!

- You escaped from Madame Tussaud's?
- No!

We came up
with a wonderful idea.

Giving people a few extra days.

A few extra days after they've died.

You're joking?

From your expression after I came
alive, I'd say it was a pretty
successful joke!

I'm close to perfect, eh?

- Apart from these wrinkles.
- You've always had them.

No, this is impossible.
It's technologically impossible.

No, we invested huge sums
in this project.

I'm a prototype,
and you're our first customer.

But for you it's free of charge.
A present from Dad!

But who'd want such a present?

If you only knew many people
on their deathbed say:

"If only I'd known..."
"If I'd told them..."

"If they only knew..."

"If they only knew..."

- If they only knew what?
- The market is huge.

That's you all over.

But that thing isn't you.

What am I saying?

This "thing" contains all my memory.

This "thing", as you call it,
is a technological feat.

Look!

We managed to reproduce
the skin's elasticity.

And I have the mobility
of a real human being.

But why? What's the point?

To steal a few days
back from eternity,

to make up for lost time,

to say all those things
we never said to each other...

before it's too late.

No, no...

I don't believe it, it's impossible.

You're saying that, you who animated
characters on your computer?

But I'm not allowed to do the same?

And that otter...

I see that cuddly toy otter
in every airport's duty-free section.

And I tell the saleswomen:
"My daughter created that."

My daughter.

I may be nothing more
than a miserable old businessman,

who doesn't understand
the power of imagination...

No, I never said "miserable".

But you said that what I did
was "a loser's job".

I was wrong.

I was wrong, Julia.

And if it was only to tell you that,
then I'm glad I came back.

Seriously?

- What do you mean?
- Nothing.

I won't tolerate this insolence
just because I'm dead.

Or press the button
and let's be done with it.

Hey, someone's at the door.

- Yes?
- It's me, my love!

- sh*t!
- Is there a problem?

- Adam.
- Who?

The man I was supposed to marry
the day we buried you.

- Get back on the crate.
- Why?

I'd love to meet your fiancé.

We cancelled our wedding
for your funeral? Ring any bells?

Yes...

I'd rather
he didn't find you in my apartment.

It's for the best.

I can explain.
With a bit of luck, he'll understand.

Get back in your box!

Won't he want to know what's in it?

I bought the studio upstairs.

Go up there. Don't make a sound.
Adam knows that it's empty.

Go up there now, or I will k*ll you!

What is this thing?

It's a new computer for my office.
They delivered it by mistake.

What a beast!

Yes.

What type of computer is it?

It's... a new type.

Yes?

Great!

Thanks.

We can resume the production.

They fixed a problem
in an important scene.

We're really behind schedule.

You know, I had something in mind
that could cheer you up a bit.

I thought we could go away
as planned.

A pre-wedding honeymoon!

- Not bad, eh?
- Yes.

But if you're behind schedule,
let's forget Bruges.

No, you're right,
they can manage without me.

-Let's go away.
-You won't be able to relax.

And you just lost your father.

Bruges, the canals, the Beguinage...
we have our whole lives ahead of us.

I'm rambling again.

Okay.

We'll go next month.

You'll need the tickets,
so you can change them.

You can throw them away. They're
non-exchangeable, non-refundable.

Now I really have to go.

Tomorrow's another day.
And tonight's another night.

Probably a rat.

A rat?

It's a complete mess up there.

One day I will knock out this ceiling
and turn it into a duplex.

You know, you need some inspiration
to make a life together.

Yes.

And above all, don't forget...

there are two of us!

Ciao.

Thanks for the rat comment,
very elegant.

Should I have said it was an android
that looks exactly like my dad?

You made me lie to my fiancé
for the first time.

I'm not responsible for your lies.
You could've just told him the truth.

What truth?

Look, can we make peace?

Peace?

For what? Today? Yesterday?

For all your years of silence?
For all our wars?

I've never been at w*r
with you, Julia.

Absent, I'll admit,
but always out of necessity.

You spent your life
trying to control mine, even remotely!

Should I refresh your memory?

What am I doing?
I'm talking to a robot.

Very well.

Dial 06-0708-1012.

That'll get you through to Revive.
Then dial 08522: kaput.

Kaput?

It's the company's number,

then the code
to make them switch me off remotely.

If you don't feel up for it.

They'll come and get me.
You'll be rid of me.

Forever.

Six days, Julia.

Six short days.

Why six?

It's an ethical consideration.

Meaning?

We can't let our customers
grow too fond of a clone,

however perfect it might be.

Our aim isn't to change
the meaning of life

or the inevitability of death

would be too tempting.

Not for you, obviously!

All I have are six days of battery
life, and not a day more.

What's stopping me from
recharging them?

If some wise guy
tried to fiddle with them,

the system shuts down, switches off,
the memory's wiped...

It's up to you.

Only you could have thought up
something that twisted.

Can you speak to me
in the present tense?

In my condition
the past tense is quite painful.

But... have you forgotten
another ethical consideration?

What's that?

Interfering in someone's life
without them asking.

You didn't ask to be born,
yet your mother and I conceived you.

Do you regret it?

No.

Six days, Julia. Six short days.

Show Dad how well you can dive.

Show him.

Michel, look at your daughter,
she's going to dive.

Michel, look!

You haven't called me "Dad"
since you switched me on.

I haven't since I was twenty.

All the more reason to fix that.

That's what this trip's all about.

We agreed, right?

No work calls,
no unexpected visits from Adam

and no evenings glaring at each other
in front of the TV.

Just some nice meals.

For you, anyway.

And nice long walks.

We'll talk about everything,
with no taboos.

Six days, just you and me.

Basically,

you're asking me for what
you never gave me, right?

He could have taken you
in a camper van,

and saved money on the hotel.

What if Bruges was my idea?

If you chose to spend your honeymoon
a three-hour train ride from home,

then you're not my daughter.

Bruges!

It's a magical place.

They call it the "Venice
of the North".

You can be such a snob.

You have an opinion on everything,

know better than everyone,
and judge everyone, apart from
yourself!

How are you, darling?

Would you go on honeymoon with me?

If I'd married you, yes.

But you'd have to be named Julien,
or it wouldn't excite me much.

But actually no. I'm not a stand-in.

Why do you say that?

You're going to marry Adam, not me.
Are you drunk?

No.

But I'm hungover.

Interesting.

What's that noise? Are you on a train?

I'm going to Bruges.

Ah, you've gone on your honeymoon
after all, great idea.

No, I'm on my own.

I needed...

I needed to understand
a few things about my father,

to explore his past.

What are you on about? What did
your father have to do with Bruges?

Does Adam know?

No, I haven't told him yet.

Why not?

Because I just left on a whim.

Then you should call him, not me.

I used the tickets he bought for us.

and the voucher for the hotel.

Your honeymoon hotel?

Yeah, I can't say I'm impressed.

You really are alone, right?

Oh, yes!

More than ever.

Take deep breaths and relax.

Call him when you get there,
tell him to join you,

make it seem
like one of your crazy ideas.

Exploring your father's past
in Bruges...

You must think I was born yesterday.

It's me.
Is this a bad time?

Is everything okay?

Fabulous!

Then why do you look
like you're at a funeral?

Better late than never, I suppose!

Did you often lie to Mom?

Not at all.

- I just lied to Adam again.
- Careful, you'll get a taste for it.

You've made me a liar.

So dramatic!

Don't you think it's horrible

to betray someone
who trusts you completely?

If he cares so much,
why didn't he ask you more questions?

He's completely wrapped
up in his work.

What does he do?

He's a photographer.

And that comment is a bit rich,
coming from you!

When did we last go away together?