The Strange Case of Jacky Caillou (Jacky Caillou)

"Your kingdom come, Your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven."

Protect this man who has a wounded back.

May all the wounds in him go away. That's all I ask, Lord.

Jacky, you're spying on us!

Sorry.

Forgive me.

If your lungs ache again, come back.

- Yes, Mrs. Caillou. Thank you. - You're welcome.

Next, please.

Forgot your parents, Jacky?

Couldn't we have gone tomorrow?

It's today, end of story.

It's not yesterday or tomorrow - it's today.

Well, have you nothing to say to them?

You don't want to?

No?

OK.

Then, I'll go. I'll talk.

Well... things are fine.

He's a good lad.

He's always been since he was little.

But he's grown quite a bit.

He's playful.

- He's a bit lazy though. - Grandma!

You suck.

You didn't want to talk. Shut up.

I have no real problem with him.

He'll turn out alright.

I'm fine. I still do my magnetic healing.

Nothing to report.

Right...

Goodbye, the dead.

Dad...

Mom...

Mind your ears.

Ma'am...

One of my sheep's depressed. It ain't moving.

I see. I'll go take a look.

- Go with her. - OK.

- Not happy, Mr. Bert? - No.

Some animals have gone.

- How many? A lot? - 2 today. It's too much.

There are no predators here.

Anyway...

How's your music going?

Will you play in the bar soon?

No...

I don't think so. It's...

My music's unusual.

It's maybe too personal.

People might like it.

Jacky, come see!

Sorry.

What's the matter, Grandma?

This sheep is perfectly fine.

But since you're here, I'll show you.

Gimme your hand.

Grandma...

Don't be scared.

- Like this? - Yes.

Look. Don't you feel it?

No.

The bees' time was over, over

The bees' time was over, over, over, over

The time of the bees and the queens

I missed the time of the queens

When I fell asleep

Caillou, isn't your old car over, over

In a hole full of stones, stones, stones?

We're looking for a lady. Is she here?

Are you looking for Gisèle Caillou, the healer?

She's my grandma.

Dad, come on, it's here.

You're the healer's grandson? Classy!

- What's your name? - Thomas.

But everyone calls me Jacky.

- Jacky Caillou? - Yes.

Jacky Caillou is the healer's grandson.

Hervé, my dad. I'm Elsa.

So, how do things go in there?

You wait in the living room. There are chairs. When you go in,

there's a table on the right to leave gifts, but you don't have to.

So I heard.

Does she like flowers?

Yes. There are lots out here.

What I want to know is:

how will it work with her? 'Cause we've never done this before.

Dad, let's go. We'll find out.

So, you're interested, Jacky?

Could we heal it?

No, easy does it.

That's it.

You're tense.

Like that.

Should I say something?

Ask for it to be healed.

Be gentle.

That's it.

You have no sensuality!

You've never touched a girl!

Go to hell, Grandma!

Like that.

That's it.

Don't chase miracles.

They don't exist.

Alright?

We'll start again tomorrow.

Don't forget to purge yourself.

Otherwise the world's misfortunes will befall you.

OK.

"Your kingdom come, Your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread And forgive us our trespasses..."

She went to see specialists, and nothing has helped her.

Lord, Mary, make her well. She has to get well as soon as possible.

I'll do whatever it takes

for her to heal. I believe in you, I believe in you, Mary.

I believe that she must heal as soon as possible,

Lord...

because she's suffering.

Make her better.

I beg you, Lord. She can't take it anymore.

Here.

Your raw liver.

Thank you.

I can see something's up.

It's because of that girl.

She's secretive.

What's wrong with her?

Cancer?

No, idiot.

Without trust,

I can't heal her.

She won't tell me everything.

Stop!

Careful...

- What's up, boys? - Oh, Georges!

- How are ya? - Very good!

- Wanna drink? - I will... No.

I will tell you my latest poem.

It's a love poem.

"I've loved so many times

Through many tragedies

Poured out my passion so often

That now I owe you, woman I loved

This sincere homage

Thanks to you, I had such good times

Even though I shed my bitterest tears When I slid

my fingers over your skin When your caresses..."

- Is there much more? Are you done? - Hey!

"You are so present

I have so much to tell you, even though we've been through it all..."

Hey, what's wrong? Don't yell at him.

Don't yell at him. He's my friend.

Fuck, Mathieu!

He's a pain, telling us stuff every night.

Stop it.

Elsa, this is Mathieu. Mathieu - Elsa.

He's my best friend. He's a cop.

How did your parents die?

Car accident.

What?

In a car accident.

Long ago?

Yeah, my grandmother raised me.

I was in the car with them.

And your mother?

She's not dead.

But you know, she's still near me.

I can almost touch her.

Long live light!

Long live light...

On my way to bed.

Well, you're in a fine state!

On my way to the nettles.

He's getting into bad ways, for sure.

I'm worried about him.

Worried sick.

And he just walks around, carefree...

Go to bed!

Seriously, what else could he become?

But all is well, life is wonderful.

Should I leave?

Should I leave?

Tell me, Grandma

Should I leave?

Should I leave?

Maybe I should do dance music.

I can do it.

More people would listen to it.

Then, I'd go away.

Nothing's keeping me here now you've gone.

Well, unless...

you tell me to stay.

Is that stain why you're sick?

Yes, it was the first symptom.

Can I have a closer look?

My grandma taught me before she died.

I healed the bird.

Maybe I can help you.

It burns!