SANDOZ PRESENTS
PROPERTY FOR SALE
In the summer of 1971, in rue des Charmettes, Villeurbanne,
the Cerisier Home opened.
A few empty rooms,
and a small garden,
make up the place to be renovated and inhabited by patients
deemed psychotic.
This project was designed by a group of patients and caregivers,
who have been meeting for 4 years at the Villeurbanne clinic.
As months went by, they felt a growing desire to do more together
than just talk.
Some group members struggle
outside the safety of the psychiatric hospital.
And so, the group's shared desire
to ground life in reality,
sparked the dream of having a place of their own.
The group long searched for its dream house before finding it.
Patients and caregivers joined in the quest,
in negotiations with owners, landlords, and financial backers.
The lease was signed. Repairs were next.
But there was no money.
Instead of seeking public subsidies,
the group decided to manage the home and carry out repairs
themselves.
Jean-Baptiste, you had ideas. You want to share them with us?
Yeah, I come, my dear French.
I come, darling.
I was coming.
But I'm a drug addict. Today, I was a drug addict.
Come and tell us.
I want to speak about...
I'm fed up.
I should buy a gun...
- So am I. - ...for those shitty doctors.
And the fags who fucked me at Vinatier and...
- Shut it! - ...Esquirol.
- I'd kill 'em with a Tommy gun. - Sure.
I'm here because of a dozen sickos who harassed me in Esquirol,
when I came to the Salpêtrière child psychiatry clinic from my village.
- I was 12. - That's not why.
I never go into it, but it's why I do what I do.
I'm telling you it's not why.
You told Roland you'd be the 1st resident here?
Didn't you say you'd be the home's 1st resident?
- No, I didn't, I... - No, I suggested it.
I said nothing.
They offered me a place to sleep here if I wanted.
- He had nowhere to go tonight. - I thought it'd be nice.
- Tonight. - There are no beds.
There's a mattress. Fort's mattress is there.
There is.
A patient moves in.
The group meets at the Cerisier instead of the clinic.
- We have... - He's bulky and strong.
- We had a lot to do. - See, that kind of guy.
He's too fat, see?
We don't need a therapist.
Instead, we should have some kind of mother,
a housemother just like the ones in the, the,
in the youth stuff, the youth hostels.
A mistress like the Compagnons du Tour de France.
Depends on what you mean.
In the Compagnon Houses, she's the manager.
A housemother, They call it a, a housemother.
Like the Compagnon Houses.
A real home, with a mother at the door.
Not for my sake.
There was a time when I felt like it but now I'm past that stage.
Him, for example, he has a lot to get off his chest.
But listening's hard.
We aren't good listeners because we have our own stories.
I agree with you.
I never knew my father. My kid will never know his either.
Why is that?
Because he's a... You don't have custody?
He's not a moron or anything.
He's a wild child and all, but he's alright.
And he's a beautiful kid.
It's moving.
I didn't have him with my wife,
but he's still my son.
I did what I could.
When I was 16, the girl I had him with told me...
She was 30 and I was 16.
She said: "He'll never be your son,
"because at 16 you're not capable, you're just a kid.
"And you're not capable
"of, of, of raising him."
I said: "OK. In that case, I'll leave him with you."
He lives in a foster home now.
He doesn't need me, but he's my kid.
He's mine.
I think everyone is glad you're opening up today.
Because it might be difficult to be here,
to talk about this house.
- The film and all that. - I'm talking about love.
- Love is all that matters! - We can discuss other things.
But, I think that's life.
Today, love. Tomorrow...
You shared why you were here today and what it means to you.
- ...airing out these stories. - No!
Doctor, I need to see your face when we're talking.
If they... If they didn't understand...
Even if we didn't discuss the house,
they heard our purpose, thanks to what happened today.
- By "they"... - I mean all of us.
Maybe there are others here who have problems just like me.
- Listen... - Doctor!
Listen, here's my opinion. Others may not share it.
I personally hope you come back,
whenever you want.
You can talk if you want to or you can stay quiet.
If you have things to say, it might encourage others to talk...
- Because I didn't have your courage. - The others had problems like mine?
Sure, they just didn't have the guts to talk.
Doctor, is a roof more, is a house more important than a man?
I think a man's more important than a house.
Unless that house is the Earth.
For me, the house is more important since a man always needs shelter.
Bye, Alain. You're in a better mood now.
- My mood's always good... - Since you let it out.
...or it was.
During the first few meetings, the Home seems
like a perfect sanctuary.
A place of illusion,
where each hopes to imaginarily repair his inner void.
But as it becomes a real object to be shared,
the Cerisier causes a rivalry between residents
and non-residents,
those who help renovate,
and those who don't.
Some patients who meet on Mondays,
cannot bear the rising hatred, so they leave.
Those who remain experience and express confrontations by manipulating reality.
When I tried talking to him, he didn't want to.
I try to say a few words with him. He refuses.
He says: "Things aren't going well.
"I, I just got out of the hospital. It's my nerves.
"The, the doctor holds my treatments." And a bunch of other bullshit.
He's aware. He stripped the wallpaper.
- When I arrived outside... - I took it out and burned it all.
With Mr. Roland, on Saturday night, we burned it, at night.
We got there and he was talking loudly.
I was upset.
He was mad, saying: "They make me work for free."
- No. - I said we'd discuss it.
There's the issue with the hallway and the Spaniard.
He kept his promise that, on the 11th of November,
he was completely sure he was coming.
He even said what time, to work on the hallway.
He said: "The hallway has to be done between 10,
"between 10 am and noon.
"It takes 2 hours but I need someone."
So, I volunteered.
If your leg breaks tonight, you can't come tomorrow.
It's OK then. I can spend winter at the hospital.
- It's the same. - He's in hospital.
He's in hospital. He couldn't leave.
- He couldn't leave. - He's too sick to leave.
The Spaniard?
- Yes. - He's been hospitalized elsewhere.
Do you get it? He can't come tonight.
- He was being monitored Thursday. - That's why he didn't fix the wall.
He didn't ditch you. It's just the way things are.
There are lots of,
I mean, a lots of people come to France,
like the Algerians, the Spaniards, like from Portugal and stuff.
I told him we didn't need those Spaniards or Algerians.
And, and because of that, he told me: "You hurt me.
"You hurt me."
I told him the truth.
He said I hurt him and maybe I did. Maybe it affected him and...
- You know that's not why. - He spoke in front of everyone.
That's not why he's in hospital.
You were worried that's why he didn't come?
That shows he should mind his words.
That's why you were worried?
Listen, on the morning of the 11th, I was ready to help with the hallway.
I said, so we, let's...
We need to finish this hallway, so that Mr. Borella could,
so Mr. Borella could, temporarily, sleep in that room.
Listen, if you don't, if you guys don't want to share a room,
then why don't you use this room?
Why should I move to this one?
So that each one of you can have your own space.
- One in this room. One in that one. - No, I'll keep this one for now.
- Why won't you move here? - I don't wanna.
Don't like it?
No, I just don't want to go there. Where would I put all my stuff?
Leave them in your closets.
- No, I won't sleep there. - Just lock the door.
Yeah? You wanna...
Lock that door? No, no.
It's just one mess after the other, today.
I keep my room.
Borella will get one, and so will the 3rd guy.
That room over there is the only good one.
So, why not put both beds there?
- I won't sleep there. - Listen.
- I won't sleep here anymore. - Then, don't.
You don't ask us what we want. So, I lose interest too and leave.
I can tinker elsewhere, you know?
My home, my neighbour's, an acquaintance's.
Here, anywhere. I won't be back.
Last Monday, you promised, sir, we would hold the meeting in there.
- Now, what? - He's exaggerating.
Some of them said it.
- Now, they want something else. - I don't get what they want.
They want wages, food, their asses wiped.
- Who? - All of you.
- Everyone? Stop. - You want your asses wiped too.
Food? I never asked for food, never.
- Just housing, heating, and more. - No.
Then you refuse to do us a favour.
No, I'm telling you, it's cluttered here.
It's not an eye for an eye.
Last Monday, you asked for a 3,000 Fr loan.
- And? - I got nothing.
- So today, the room's a no go. - You didn't starve.
That's not it, no.
But I still got money.
You got, you got it at some point?
A buddy from outside the group helped me out.
Yeah, sure.
He said: "They don't want to help? What skinflints!"
Did you tell them why?
- They know why we won't lend you money? - Of course.
That you won't lend your room?
- You told... - I won't do it.
Let me share with you a comment Fort made last Monday.
Last Monday, we were...
We were 2 or 3, the first ones.
I was working.
Last Monday, you said you wanted us to hold the meeting at the clinic.
- To hold it at the clinic? - The Monday meeting at the clinic.
Because you didn't want us here.
I don't want you here... It bothers me.
This first resident is a member of the group.
He has always displayed immense greed,
an insatiable desire to be helped, fed, and protected.
The Cerisier has become his territory.
He moves in,
quickly views others as intruders and refuses to pay rental fees.
"Does one pay rent
when living at home?"
First the object of everyone's concern, he then draws their hatred,
a hatred some avoid by fleeing,
since they perceive it as a threat of internal destruction.
Others cancel it out by compulsively gifting food to the envied resident.
Others still rationalize it by asking: "Is he lazy or ill?"
...to tell me if uno is,
to know if uno, if uno is sick or not.
Because if uno is not sick and won't work, then he's lazy.
- I think so. - But then...
A lazy person, we put him to work.
I think the best, the best...
The best thing to do is to make him work.
But if, a lazy person, he's, he's not a lazy person.
He's scared.
He's scared of looking for a job and failing at work.
He lacks the courage to search.
In that case, it's the doctor who examines these things.
If they are neuroses.
If they have obsessions or inferiority complexes.
If they are whatever, but then it's a medical case.
If not, if there's none of that,
if not, then he's just lazy.
- What if there is? - Then he's not lazy, he's sick.
We said this was an emergency home, right?
In an emergency...
You shouldn't charge people if, if you know they can't pay.
- If a guy can't... - An emergency home should help.
If a guy, if a guy is too ill and can't manage in life,
he shouldn't be accepted here.
If you make someone pay when he can't, he can't pay,
it's, that's not giving emergency help.
It's not emergency help at all.
Willpower is the only way to get out of shit.
If you can't, then too bad.
He needs surrounding,
he needs some, some accompagnerism,
to, to have commounione with someone.
I think that's what's needed. Both things.
You know what he said to me? You know what he said?
He wouldn't even admit he went to Vinatier, that he's ill.
- It's normal. He's alone. - He won't admit it.
When I asked him, when I asked why we were all here,
he said: "I dunno".
Nothing. I searched the entire street.
Describe him.
Currently, 3 people are sharing, or rather fighting,
over the Cerisier.
Each of them leaves his mark and fits out his space to his liking.
In short, the Home is being built, thus fulfilling the group's wish.
- I have to get out of here. - You want to get caught?
I need to go too.
But behind the illusion of a blissful community,
loom new conflicts.
- I'm not looking for a fight! - Shut up.
Gilles, Gilles.
- Wanna go outside? - No.
You wouldn't like it.
- What a meathead. - Gilles, stop.
- You don't scare me, you little shit. - Gilles!
You want this here? I do!
- Yeah, OK. - Shut the fuck up.
- Dumbass. - Grab a chair and sit.
Gilles, there's something I don't understand.
- Oh, come on, it's fine. - No, no.
- What does he want? - Shut the fuck up, bunch of idiots!
Discussions are OK.
But it's not right to say to people: bunch of idiots, shut up, dumb ass, etc.
It's bullshit. I'm gonna get him.
You're wet now, right?
- Yeah? - Stop.
- Once you're a man, you'll get wet. - Oh, yeah?
We'll talk again later.
- It's all I... - You're just a pussy.
All I can say is we'll talk again. You have my tongue.
That's it. This is as far as it goes.
Listen to me.
- Tomorrow. - Yeah?
Tomorrow. Just tell me where.
Just the 2 of us.
Nobody's ever beat you like I will.
Right, we'll see. We, we'll talk about it again.
Whenever, whenever you want.
What about you, puppet-man?
Poor schmuck.
I get attacked too.
- Funny. - You're a bastard.
I find these insults unbearable.
Attacking Fort for being in the house.
I don't give a fuck about his little shack.
You have no right to come and harass me in my, in my house.
M. Fort already has enough trouble.
These insults are insufferable.
Especially since Fort has been taking abuse for everyone.
You want to insult us, so he...
Don't move. I'll just say one thing.
Mountains, yeah? In the end, they always meet.
On rue des Charmettes, the Cerisier borders a café.
It quickly becomes an echo chamber,
for the neighbourhood's reactions and rising hostility.
Personally, I think it's normal to treat these people,
but not among the population,
because they're constantly bothering us.
What kind of trouble?
Fires, noise at night.
I think after a 10-hour shift,
a person deserves to rest without trouble,
or the constant fear of their house catching fire.
And the fights.
There were fires?
3 or 4 times.
The Home's destruction follows its construction.
Despite quick repairs, this repeated degradation reveals
a destructive urge that many patients feel towards their own bodies.
As if this Home, born from the group, had to die soon after its creation.
I've known you all for a while.
- And nothing's changed. - Can I say something?
It's always been this way.
I can only say one thing: forgive me, dear Fort.
What?
It has to be said: no one looks after the Home.
Exactly.
You all leave when something happens.
- Or there's a fight. - Sure, they're scared.
They, they flap the coop.
Even if there wasn't...
I never would have...
I never would have known this clinic. It was, it's true.
I think Dr. Sassolas should be here more often, by my side.
- No. - He tells me...
Shocking, no?
So, me who has no family,
myself who has no family, what will I do here alone?
What do you do at the clinic?
At least, I find people to talk to there.
Do you think it's fun to stay here?
Does it seem fun to you? Sleep here then.
I know it's not funny.
Then why say that?
It looks as if this place and the clinic are your only options in life.
- It's taken over your life. - That's not it.
I don't like going to the clinic.
Tonight, I went just to get pills.
Fort comes in at 5:10, and demands I see him right away.
A man scheduled at 5:00 had been waiting for 10 min.
I said that man would go first.
- Fine. - It's not fine.
He yelled and called me a bastard.
- The neighbourhood was in uproar. - You had it coming. I got mad.
You didn't serve me right away. It would have taken 2 min.
It all ties back to this.
You need everything on the spot. It's impossible.
- We get nothing. - You end up with crap.
You don't care and we get nothing.
- You don't give a shit at all. - And we should prevent the problems.
Because if I'd had 5,000 Fr, you would've served me right away.
But I didn't have 5,000 Fr, so...
Come on.
Yeah, yeah. Well, no, listen...
Really.
We're sick of you anyway.
We're evil if we can't do it all.
That's right.
But you're not even a good doctor.
You'd do anything for, for people who give you dough.
You don't give a shit about the others.
If we don't do everything you want us to do,
we become bastards, villains who deserve to hang.
That's all you're good for anyway. We should just gun you down.
You should already be underground.
- I wouldn't even buy you flowers. - This has gotten out of hand.
For 2 weeks...
Shut up!
For 2 weeks, residents have been saying:
"We should meet to discuss the Home."
But when we do meet,
no one talks.
But to talk about the Home...
We never see any of you here during the week.
No one's here on weekdays.
I'll tell you. Wanna talk about the Home?
Let's do it.
What's there to say? It's always the same, no one cares.
I'll just say this.
The Home would work well,
if everyone, if everyone lived a normal life, see?
You know, we work,
we pay rent, we come home at night.
That's the dream.
- Sure? - I can't.
This can't go on.
Can't go on? When has it ever worked anyway?
It really can't go on. Who's that over there?
Oh, Thomas. Come here, buddy.
We'll take a swig together.
- Who's that? - Thomas.
It's Thomas.
I didn't even... He's so quiet.
Hi anyway. Looking good, you getting hitched?
In 200 years.
You'll be dead by then.
Do I give a rat's ass?
I'll tell you. I don't give a flying fuck.
I'm scared of death,
and I'm not scared, at, at the same time.
Because, I'm slowly killing myself.
Being scared of death is a good sign.
- No, but... - It's good.
I'm at once scared and not.
- If you fear death, you might seek it. - And I seek it.
When I go to N, it means I'm fed up.
Let me tell you,
when I go to N, when I take pills, it's that I can't open up to you.
'Cause I know you can't understand or put yourselves in my shoes.
For a while, one would get out and another would go in.
It lasted about 15 days nonstop.
I was there too.
I don't know why, there was some kind of,
depression thing.
I don't know what happened suddenly.
It wasn't just Philippe.
It was Christian, me, Philippe.
My brother too. And... We've all been to N.
My wife too, 2 days before.
I don't know. I don't know what happened.
- I didn't have time to understand. - I think we shouldn't try to.
- At times, we can say... - Together, we matter.
15 days ago, a lot went to N because of pills.
Patients and caregivers reflect on the repeat suicide attempts by overdose,
which brought several residents
into the N Wing for emergency toxicology care.
At a certain point, we feel the need to take pills.
- More than usual. - I want to kill myself.
That's what happened in particular to the Home's residents.
Right now, since you're lost and sick, you want everyone else to be the same.
You, you want everything to fall apart.
- No. - The clinic...
What, lost? Why, lost?
Why are you saying we're lost, dammit?
It's all you've talked about recently: being sad, going to N, not being well.
- Damn it. - You could share how you feel.
Instead, you make everyone feel bad. Now, everyone's sad.
This place is getting neglected.
- Who's neglecting it? - The clinic has turned into a pigsty.
- What a show. - Cut the crap.
- Nothing hurts like... - Bunch of idiots.
- No, no. - Come on.
Yes, on Monday they have meetings.
I think they're a bit composed when the doctor's there.
He knows how to talk to them. He knows how to...
How can I put this?
I can't say he's acting on their nervous system,
but he speaks well, and can calm them down.
But you should see them on their own.
That's why the doctor should come spend 8 days.
We'll give him free food and a bed if he wants.
I've long said this.
Let him live with them and see.
He can't understand what's happening if he's not there.
It's impossible.
Because...
I'm sorry to say, but for a sanitary home,
it looks more like a slum and is surely not up to code.
It's disgusting. I went in once when the cops were here.
You need a nose plug in their "home".
It's disgusting.
They had sheep heads on the table and all:
broken plates, glasses, everything, even waste, to use a polite word.
- Yes. - It's disgusting.
The day after the weekly Cerisier meeting,
the caregivers get together for a meal.
During this respite, they discuss that night's reactions and attitudes.
The diverging opinions echo the patients' projections,
but also highlight rivalries within the team,
often masked by too much cohesion.
The neighbours and residents' criticisms and feelings of abandonment re-emerge.
Residents perceive as abandonment
the caregivers' decision to scale back their presence
to encourage independence.
But identifying this feeling is not enough.
Actions must also be taken to prove to patients
that they have not been abandoned.
It will take months before caregivers change their approach at the Cerisier.
They will no longer only be there on Monday nights.
They'll come by more often during the week to help with the garden,
and share a weekly meal with the residents and outside patients.
Having lunch together means more than just the joy of sharing food.
Buying and preparing the food,
as well as allocating tasks and costs,
highlight conflicts and underscore the situation's contradictions.
He worked hard and then they don't join us.
That's the story.
It's always like this.
It's...
- The current agenda. - Catastrophe.
It is a catastrophe. Considering...
No.
I had a solution but it always falls through.
How did it work before, when people bought things?
For example, I say I'm eating here tomorrow.
He gets potatoes. Him, cheese.
And I say I'll buy potatoes, carrots or, whatever, cheese.
- I bring them here. - I deduct them.
But you don't deduct for him?
That's not it. We didn't eat a, any potatoes.
Yesterday, yesterday. Not today.
- Yesterday, 4 of us ate together. - Yeah.
How come, yesterday, Hughes paid for all the groceries?
I told him to buy 1 kg of potatoes. He bought 5.
No, there were 3.
- There were 3 since... - Just use them again.
They're sold in bags of 3 kg anyway.
So, we have 7.80, 6.80, 5.80.
6 and 2, 10 And 2, 10.
Relations of dependence and reciprocity mask
power relations between patients and caregivers,
and between residents and group members.
Oh my! What are you up to?
I think you should be a housekeeper and a cook.
- He's scared he'll give too much. - Wow!
100 more francs.
5, 6, 7.
That makes 8.
- 8 because... - It's still 8?
No, he said 700.
- He always said 8. - 15 days ago, not now.
- It's increasing. - Life's more expensive.
- Is 8 too much? - Life, life's getting more expensive.
- How many of us? - No way.
I was so tired from the bolero...
Hey, where can I sit? I'm thirsty.
- Sit here. - Who's singing on the radio?
There's some space there.
Sometimes the pleasure of being together prevails.
Well, it's an inn.
An inn?
Schmitten, it's better to sit close together on the bench.
Move over.
It's missing the horse thing.
- Move. - The ballonet. He's always done it.
Move over, come on.
- You're just like the scouts. - He's winning.
- Have mercy on the disabled. - It's that bad?
After the meal, the group must deal with a new applicant.
- What an issue! - Explain.
Unless we've agreed to it,
you can't use things that don't belong to you.
In that case, we'll accept you.
It's an issue since...
If we have to put locks on the tall fridge,
or on the cupboards, then it's not even worth discussing.
Well, it's clear.
You need to agree to this if you want to stay.
What bothers me about him is that he hangs out with a bad crowd.
- Who do you mean? - The ones we see often.
- I don't know them. - The Broyer and all of their entourage.
There's, there's this, dear Guy and Benoît,
they've always paid their rent, I think.
Their payments are up to date.
Maybe they were a little late, but they always paid in the end, no?
Can you afford it?
- How much is it? - Right now, it's 10,000.
- 100 Fr per month. - 10,000 old francs.
So, can you afford to pay the rent?
- Well, today, it's... - Not today, of course.
Earlier today, for example, he went over there to piss or shit.
Here, but...
He walked around in his shit then went to drink at her café.
He always smells like booze.
Who, who's responsible?
Especially, right now. It's us.
He's right.
We don't need any more trouble with the neighbours.
Otherwise... Things are already unsettled.
- So, now is not the time. - Excuse me.
How do I keep an eye on him?
I don't know, dear Guy Dinome.
Just saying I kind of know Dominique. We should try for a week.
Personally, I agree with, with hearing the group out.
But the...
The final decision should belong to the residents.
Even if...
I think it's a bit harsh to change the rules of the game now.
- I disagree. - On the spot.
This should have been calmly discussed before it became an issue.
It might matter now since the residents have made a life for themselves here.
For example, if I lived with other people,
I'd find it difficult to accept that a group chooses my housemates.
I disagree with you. The Home isn't...
Yes, we get along with the residents.
But if a guy's struggling,
then we, we should definitely help him out.
Then, it's not...
Imagine if they disagree.
They might change their, their mind in a week.
I'm OK with him coming but I've...
I've already tried and I saw, I saw it here.
You might have tried it in poor conditions.
At first, nothing was outlined. He came here...
Didn't Dominique act like at the hospital?
Everything's shared there. He didn't even know the house rules.
Maybe, yeah.
In the beginning, we let anyone in.
We... No rules, no regulations.
It was just anarchy.
And we ended up with enormous problems.
We saw we couldn't go on like this.
Now we state our conditions to new applicants.
They're really small, minimal.
I think the doctor is the first patient.
Because if he had any common sense at all,
I'm sure he would have given this more thought.
And he wouldn't have set up a home
so close to where people live.
It should be slightly apart.
Placing patients like this, in a building with neighbours,
and quite a few children who come in contact with them.
I don't know.
These things require serious consideration.
Because these people are troublemakers.
I'll admit it,
I no longer set foot in that backyard.
I have 3 kids and I'm all alone.
I assure you,
having to sleep in these conditions is less than ideal.
Who signed the petition?
Everyone did.
All the neighbours living nearby, in the building and next door.
No one gets any peace of mind.
There are children here.
You know, kids used to go and play in the garden.
But no one lets them anymore.
I don't let my children talk to them.
These men, one day, they're fine. They can speak well but then...
Who knows what goes on in their mind?
My daughter is 16.
One of them once told me he was interested in her.
I dared him to touch her and see what happens.
It's bound to end up in tragedy.
It's unavoidable.
I think the doctor won't do anything before we're half-dead.
I just want it to be shut down.
Hey, did you see the last letter? Where's Roland?
If you start shit up again...
- It'll close permanently. - No!
- Yes. - It'll close?
- It will. - So what?
- Where will you sleep? - You don't care?
- It's not closed yet. - You too?
- Just in case. - No.
I don't know where to sleep, for God's sake!
If only I knew.
I'm fed up.
Hey, answer!
They say they can't sleep because of the racket happening here.
The set, it stays on till 6 in the morning.
Who turns it on?
Yeah, who's turning it on?
Who? It's Christian.
Poor Christian.
There's something I find odd tonight. Last Monday...
Death, death! Death! Death exists, doesn't it?
Jean-Yves leaves the set on all night.
And you? He wouldn't let you sleep?
I get up, I read...
- Yes? - In the kitchen.
I turn on the light.
It keeps you up?
Yes. It keeps...
Christian? From sleeping?
Chris... from sleep.
- You'll show... - The, the other sleeping.
When you bump into things in, in the hallway.
Then why did he pin you against the wall, the other day?
Who?
- Yeah. - Christian.
He was sick of the noise.
That's why he scared the hell out of you.
Why, why was Christian mad the other day?
Explain it to us.
No matter what I do, good or bad, bam! It comes back to bite me in the ass.
Yes, but hear me out.
No, there's nothing left, nothing left to say.
Hence, the real and perceived impact of the Home on its surroundings,
in turn, constantly impacts each patient's experiences.
Admittedly, patients and caregivers manipulating the reality of the Home,
has, at times,
lead to real damage and destruction.
But no matter how strong the hate, what's most important is to always give
the patient or the caregiver a chance to make things right.
There must also be a deep desire to maintain this place
within a real neighbourhood and out of a protected space.
THE END
Subtitles: Daou Michelle