The movie highlights the everyday of humanitarians and the gestures of these men and women who never give up, by following a doctor during his diverse missions on war zones or devastated areas and alongside deprived populations. A breathtaking dive close to the reality of horror and the actions that heal but also transmit the moves that save and shut death up. A movie with a documentary aesthetic and a moving realism rich in varied emotions.

Everything was shot in two days in Brasil, in which the african culture has a strong influence, for historic and sociologic reasons. We harnessed this influence to give to the film its realistic tone.

The idea was to shoot three long takes and to adapt the story from there. We shot during one day in an abandoned warehouse in São Paulo, that we transformed in sort of war zone. Then, we shot for half a day in a Cubatão favela and then in a really old hospital of São Paulo for the rest of the day.

An airplane door that opens on the tarmac. It's hot.

The car, the sand and the dust.

The city, the ruins, the traces of the disaster a few days ago.

The arrival in the center, the hard looks, the corridor. Beds and people waiting, injured,

tired, local teams overwhelmed.

An ambulance, a stretcher, it’s the cavalcade.

And in the stretcher, a wounded teenager, the race that starts.

The cares, the rhythm of the oscilloscope. The heart stops. The gestures, the

oscilloscope.

The gesture ... the heart that goes again, the relief.

In the evening with the others, and the calmness, finally. The room, the night. The

tiredness that wins.

The next day. The care, the words we are looking for. The teams who are taught the

gestures.

The Gesture.

The suitcase that is opened closes in different rooms.

The same gestures.

The money that is missing, we do with. We learn, we manage. We heal, we take care. We

save, sometimes.

The faces change, not the looks. Tiredness.

The break that comforts, alone at nightfall in front of a camp. And those sounds that

never stop.

The journey that continues, the car that wobbled.

Black (we hear a larsen).

The heart that starts racing. The ambulance, the cold.

The black.

The hospital and the stretcher running through the corridor.

A face. He applies the gestures. The heart that starts again.

The gesture. This gesture taught that traveled.

This gesture, which for a moment silences the noises, silences the fear and the night.

Silences the death.

#shutupdeath (sound of the heart that starts again)