A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
TWICE UPON A TIME
How's the house?
It's fine.
But the fire?
It's fine, really.
- Did the basement burn? - I don't know.
A little.
Didn't it start there?
I have to go home.
Stay in bed.
What time is it?
10 AM.
Why are you here?
I picked Stanley up last night.
I figured you'd need someone to take you home.
Where's my brother?
I don't know.
Was it a death wish?
What a stupid thing to do.
What's so important in that basement?
Stuff that belonged to my parents.
That's ridiculous.
Stéphane and I are separating.
Not right away.
We decided to wait, for Stanley's sake.
We can live together without being together.
No comment?
I'll help you clean up.
That's ok.
I don't mind.
Really.
But your hands...
I'll manage.
Thanks for the offer.
You want me to leave?
If you don't mind.
I'm sorry.
Fuck.
Shit!
You scared me.
You're the one who scared us.
- Where were you? - I slept at André's.
That's not how I pictured it.
I imagined it bigger.
It's over. It's stopped working.
I won't see her again.
The Master of Light sent you a warning.
You must've wreaked havoc on the other side.
I'll take you back.
Photons are what it runs on.
It's powered by light.
Without an electric current,
no fractal fissures,
therefore no fracture in space.
Let's go.
I'm serious.
That was a close call.
Could've been worse.
Don't bother, I'll clean up later.
The firefighters think charcoal caught on fire
near the boiler.
A spark, they say.
I say it's bullshit.
He thinks
the wind turbines in Naujac
are behind this.
Why not the Vatican?
Why'd you brave the flames?
ODE TO LOVE
The Asian arowana sells for 40,000 euros.
It's found only in Malaysia.
40,000?
Sometimes more.
What's it look like?
It's pretty ordinary-looking.
Rarity explains the price.
A few years ago, an albino specimen went for over 150,000 euros.
What's the plan?
The plan?
For you and me.
What do you have in mind?
You know what I have in mind.
You're the same, otherwise you wouldn't be here.
I don't want a long-term relationship.
Neither do I.
Problem is you're too good a lay.
Oh yeah?
So I'm often told.
My cross to bear.
Our bodies fit perfectly.
I can be sloppy sometimes, if it helps.
We weren't supposed to meet again.
No, we weren't.
But you're here. I'm here.
We just need to be careful.
Careful about what?
About not falling in love.
It was an accident.
It's not your fault.
I could have saved her. I waited too long.
I wanted our relationship to be more...
I wanted her to trust me entirely.
Supposing...
And I mean 'supposing'...
What would you have done to save her?
Brought her back with me.
Through your cube?
And?
She'd be alive today.
So, today, you acknowledge she's dead?
Yes.
Acknowledging it is what matters most.
It doesn't erase the pain,
but it's a crucial part of grieving.
Did you go to her funeral?
No.
A fire broke out in my house the day she was cremated.
A fire?
In your house?
The house is pretty much intact,
but not the cube.
It's ruined.
And your girlfriend was incinerated the same day?
Yeah.
Your girlfriend was incinerated
like your cube was?
No, the cube isn't burnt to a crisp.
In your dream, you mean?
Sorry?
You acknowledge it's a dream?
No, it's a nightmare. The worst ever.
We'll stop there for today.
Ok.
Can you come twice a week?
- Almost finished? - I'm done.
Can you try the basement?
There we go.
Perfect.
Great.
I love you.
Me too.
I'll never stop loving you.
Even when we'll be apart.
But we'll never be apart.
Goddammit.
What now?
It's all powered by light.
Yeah, right.
You understand?
Of course.
To put it simply,
light decides.
Yep.
Light decides.
Without an electric current,
no fractal fissures,
therefore no fracture in space.
- Who is it? - Me.
Louise, open up, please.
Thank goodness!
I was so scared.
Scared of calling me?
After a week, you show up in the middle of the night.
I'll explain.
Tomorrow.
Don't just stand there.
Punk.
Louise?
Paris.
London.
I'm sorry.
I couldn't come, there was a fire at my place.
A fire?
I burned my hands.
Your hands are fine.
I'm sick of your shit.
Listen.
No, you listen to me.
You can't disappear, then suddenly reappear.
I won't wait for you forever.
Forgive me.
I needed you.
I swear it's true.
I called, I stopped by.
Your house was fine, but you were gone.
It's not funny, your time warps, your cube.
I've had it. It has to stop.
It'll soon be behind us.
Do you hear what I'm saying? Stop!
And I have a splitting headache.
I need to get some air.
If your head hurts, stay in.
I need air.
I'm suffocating.
On this Valentine's Day...
What?
I get it.
Valentine's Day break-up, is that it?
Still on your trip?
You're doing everything to make it happen.
I wouldn't have kept the baby anyway.
And I might cut my hair.
I'm sick of it.
No more ponytails.
I'd never seen this side. It's nice.
You'd never come?
I saw a travel bag at your place.
Going somewhere?
Tomorrow morning. I'm going to London.
London?
I have to settle my father's donation.
When will you be back?
In 3 to 4 days.
I was angry that you didn't call.
I even thought you might not come back.
I'm sorry.
Then again, we said we were giving each other space.
Being together without living together.
It won't happen again.
I don't want to lose you.
Me neither.
Are you cold?
Your hand is freezing.
My hands always are, you know that.
Are you cold?
A little.
Your hand is freezing.
My hands always are, you know that.
And your head?
Better.
You know the woman I saw jump in front of a train?
I was her husband's mistress for a year.
At the end of our affair,
he left his wife.
She committed suicide a few months later.
We each thought it was our fault.
But it wasn't.
She had cancer
and she made her sister promise
never to tell her husband or kids.
She wanted us to feel responsible
and be riddled with guilt all our lives.
At first, I was furious. Then, I felt relieved.
I can feel it coming back.
I'm taking Stanley to the movies tonight. Want to come?
I'm having dinner with Brenda.
- She has a new... - I know.
A new boyfriend. Nordine.
How do you know? She hasn't told anyone.
Are there more things you just happen to know?
Yeah, lots.
Want a coffee? A beer?
Show it to me.
You want me to crawl inside?
Just like that? I crawl in?
Yeah.
Here goes, then.
What if I don't come back? Ever think of that?
Yeah, I have.
I'm going in after you.
You're completely nuts.
You ok?
What happened?
You don't remember?
I think I took too many pills.
And I hit my head.
Two hours for an x-ray. It's insane.
At least, you know you're all right.
See, we didn't break up.
You were wrong.
Don't look so glum.
Aren't you happy?
I am.
I'll call you when I'm back.
Take care of yourself.
Always do.
How long are we staying at André's?
Till tomorrow, late afternoon.
Then, we leave directly from there.
Don't tell Mom. She'll kill me.
I promise.
M. Johansson will see you in 5 minutes.
You know what you've done?
You just fucked up my job interview.
My first one. For an important position.
Happy?
You ruined everything.
Can you imagine the stress?
My first interview,
I look out the window and there you are, sitting calmly.
Then I realize you followed me, that you've been spying on me.
When did it start?
When did you start following me?
- This morning at the station. - I mean the first time.
How many days or weeks ago?
This is the first time.
Enjoying yourself?
Sorry.
One word and you're off the hook?
Forgive me.
That's good too, but you've used it before.
Try to believe me. I wanted to protect you.
Is that all you can come up with?
Protect me from what?
From who?
From you?
From an accident.
I get it. Your cube again.
You always have a good excuse for fucking up.
I never want to hear about it again, understand?
I thought you were still seeing James.
So it's not really to save me.
It's because you're jealous?
Yeah.
Christ, Vincent.
What am I supposed to do?
He threw up all over the car door
and the window.
Your pal's pretty gross.
I would've thrown up in my t-shirt.
You hold both sides and throw up inside.
Barf always stinks, no matter what. Like shit.
I've never thrown up.
Seriously?
Not a drop.
I love throwing up.
- No way! - Mom wrote it down wrong.
I'll leave you to it, I'm out.
No, I'm out.
Did you lose?
Yep.
They beat my socks off.
The hospital's not so bad, after all.
I'm going back.
Black holes are extremely small objects,
which makes it extremely difficult to...
I don't think as much over there.
I'm not ready.
Have you told Auntie?
Not yet.
You think it'll hurt her feelings?
Want me to tell her?
Let it think it won.
It?
The past.
You buy time, but it always lands on its feet.
It's the only way,
if you really want to beat it.
Let it think it won.
If we observe the area that marks the exact center
of our galaxy,
we notice a dense star cluster.
Wanna watch with me?
Let's watch together.
Come sit.
I suspect Auntie of cheating.
Of course she cheats.
Careful, now.
I'm still a virgin, you know.
I was thinking it couldn't be you.
And here you are.
Béatrice, my wife. Jonas, my son.
Hello.
I got fired, like I told you.
- I'm sorry. - Don't be.
4 months working nights, I've got lots of free time.
You can tell me now.
You kept it, didn't you?
The package. You kept it?
Nope, still not me.
I never did believe him.
It's your eyes.
Before answering, you looked to the right.
Memory access comes from the left.
Memory is in the left hemisphere.
The right is imagination
and lies.
Lady means business.
I'm glad you found a job.
Good news.
See you around?
We may cross paths again.
I keep repeating the same things.
I'm stuck.
I was so happy to get her back after I screwed up in Paris.
I was sure I'd succeeded...
in making her change.
But I screwed up again.
Each day, I can see she's slipping away.
I'm helpless.
Helpless.
I thought time would fix things, it just pulled us apart.
Louise became Louise again.
The old Louise.
But that doesn't really matter.
It's no longer the issue.
I've given up hope.
I'll never save her.
So now...
I'm oppressed by this weight and it's destroying us.
I'm at a loss. It's driving me crazy.
I've come to terms with it.
Ok, I've lost her, but I don't want her to die.
That's the only thing that matters, now.
Saving her.
Saving Louise?
Yes.
Saving her from what?
My brother's right.
I have to let it think it's won.
It's won?
Maybe I'm the one who's changed.
It's not her fault.
I have to break up with her.
Right now, you're in reality, in the present.
This is your life.
It's the only solution.
I'll fix it, she won't die.
Forgive me, I'm having a hard time following.
It doesn't matter.
I'd like you to call my colleague Dr. Rochat.
A psychiatrist.
I left Louise.
It was the only way.
I just had to wait for the day of her death.
I knew the place, the date and the time.
What are you doing here?
Answer me.
I saw you get hit by the car.
In front of the cemetery, you took out your phone and crossed.
A car hit you. I saw it all.
What are you talking about?
You're going to want to leave the hospital.
Don't. If you do, you'll die.
Don't leave before doing all the tests.
They're going to find something. Do you hear me?
I hear you, but...
You're going to want to leave, but don't.
This is insane. What are you talking about?
I don't want to leave, anyway.
My head hurts too much.
Good.
Where are you going?
Don't leave.
Please.
Stay a while.
I'd had a second chance with Louise.
I'd saved her. I felt relieved.
The pain of the separation faded.
Louise had been gone for 3 months.
She'd nailed her job interview and accepted a high-paying job in Iceland.
Brenda swore she was happy.
She checks his tattoo
and it looks fresh from yesterday,
but he's had it over 60 years.
Crazy, huh?
So the chick shows him hers.
Almost erased.
- How come? - It depends on the ink and your skin.
Your skin is crap.
Asians and Blacks, we have good thick skins that don't age.
Between the sun, alcohol, all that...
Surprise, dude.
What are you doing here?
What the hell is that?
Is that a bomb?
Don't, Yves!
For the second time, I learned that Louise had died.
The past had caught up with her.
She'd been hit by a bus in Reykjavik, in Iceland.
I realized I was going to spend the rest of my life saving hers.
Get up.
He won't leave.
What?
Go back to bed.
There's a guy in the living room.
He wants to see you.
He's really pushy. I was on the couch, he woke me up.
What the hell?
C'mon.
Who is it?
Where'd he come from? He wasn't here.
What are you doing in my house?
You got the wrong house.
Vincent Dauda?
The party's over.
Where is it?
What?
The cube.
Where is
the cube?
What cube?
Where is...
the cube?
In the basement.
It's in the basement.
Subtitle translation by Mariette Kelley