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THE GIRL IN THE BIKINI

What we know about the Phoenicians

we owe mainly to Herodotus,

who recounted at length
the distant travels

of these daring sailors.

According to Strabo,

they founded 200 settlements,

in Spain and on the African coast.

They reached the distant shores
of the Atlantic.

Ptolemy...

recounts a little known anecdote,

which I have the honor

of narrating to this very large...

audience.

In 225 BC,

the Phoenician ships of Trolius,

returning from
their Iberian campaign,

were caught in the Bonifacio Strait,

by the isles of Lavezzi and Cavallo,

in a violent storm.

This was in the spot where,

2100 years later, the ship

La S�millante was wrecked,
with the loss

of all on board.

Ptolemy says

that Trolius's ship,

which was carrying the war booty

of the Phoenicians,
consisting of gold sesterces,

packed as usual in stoneware pots

called amphoras,

sank in this very spot...

and that no one

ever found out

what became of Trolius's treasure.

Later on, the Romans,
under Theodorus,

made efforts to find this treasure,

but in vain.

The sea kept its secret

and also its victims.

Come in.

So, Mr. G�rard, are you going
to pay your rent?

It was due last week.

Mr. Goruchet, allow me a joke.

This is what I'll do
with your bill.

You want 6000F from me,

but if I wanted, I could buy
your entire hotel just like that.

You know Trolius?

He's not a new tenant,
he was a Phoenician. No?

It doesn't matter.
He lost his treasure 2200 years ago.

Do you know who found it?
I did.

Thousands of gold sesterces,
each worth 50000F.

See how many hundreds of millions
of francs that makes?

If you insist,

Mr. Goruchet, you'll get nothing,
not one sesterce.

Or rather, not even one maravelis.

If you are nice,
and forget this bill,

you'll get your share.

You can stuff yourself,
gorge on sesterces.

There.
Goodbye, Mr. Goruchet.

Dear Trolius...

Manina! Manina!

Here I am!

Hello, Mr. G�rard.

What a nice fish!
Is it mackerel?

It's for your parents, Manina.
And you too.

- Can you give me some water?
- A bottle?

- More if possible. We are 4 people.
- I know that.

Jeanine, tell G�rard
to get a move on.

Henri, you go. I'm busy.

OK, I get it.
I'll go.

Bring some salt.

The lighthouse
is not a grocer's shop!

We give him some fish,

but we can't always
be begging Manina for things.

How grumpy he is!
How can you stay with him?

- Doesn't your G�rard annoy you?
- No. He's not that type.

- He slaps me.
- You accept that?

- It's not always on my face.
- I see!

Here's the water.
Manina's so nice!

A pity she's only 13, isn't it?

- Did I say that?
- No!

But you think it.
You don't respect much, but attacking

a child of 13...
- Oh!

Me, attack Manina?
You're crazy!

- He never spoke to her.
- Always on his side!

Don't take us for idiots.

I'll eat
when you've finished shouting!

Me too.
It'll be a long week!

- Roll on the end of the holidays!
- Let's go fishing!

- What are they going to catch?
- A big fish, a grouper.

They're too dumb to catch that!

Did you see it? Under the rock.
Go and see!

It's too deep for me.
You try.

I didn't see the fish.
I found this.

- What is it?
- A Roman or Greek amphora.

- What use is it?
- As a lamp or vase.

It's original.
Let's go show the girls.

- Will it calm them down?
- Damn! My gun!

Definitely the neck
of a Phoenician amphora.

It differs from a Roman one
in its handles and long neck.

Roman amphoras
have a much shorter neck,

and the body widens out at once
below the handles.

Where's it from?

I found it 5 years ago on holiday,

off the little island
you mentioned, Lavezzi.

I kept it. Your talk
of the shipwreck reminded me.

So I wanted to show you it.

I see your idea,
but don't get carried away.

The Romans and Carthaginians
already searched...

in vain.

But they didn't have diving gear.

With oxygen, I can go down to 50m.

There's something more serious.

This treasure story
is no doubt a legend,

an appealing legend,

but one based only on hearsay.

If it doesn't impede your studies,
go and search.

You'll have a nice holiday, anyway.

All the same... it is the neck
of a Phoenician amphora.

Shut up, you!

I'd drink to Trolius
if I had something to drink!

- How about champagne?
- If Mr. Mouton gives credit.

Give him credit, he has 500 million!

If he has 500 million,
he doesn't need credit!

Very true!

But the 500 million
are 50m under the sea.

G�rard found the spot.

You can go ahead.

- Really?
- His pot here

is the evidence.

I'll give you 3 bottles
of fizzy Saumur on credit.

It's cheaper.

Mr. Mouton, you'll get
your share of sesterces,

I swear!

Trolius put his treasure down there
just for you!

You can laugh, ladies, gentlemen!

You'll soon be at my feet.

But only those who finance
the expedition will be rewarded.

It won't be for everyone!

He's right. A Trolius company.
I'll invest.

Here's 200F.

You're on the list.

The 500F you owe me.

That's not the same.
It's not new money.

- Oh!
- That's logical.

What's the money for?

I have a plan. I need a boat.
Not a dinghy,

but a boat strong enough
to get there.

It must have an air compressor.
Too expensive for the poor.

I need enough money
to reach the Mediterranean.

The guys who smuggle cigarettes
have boats.

They're adventurers.

I'll talk to one of them
and offer him half.

Half? I don't like that idea.
Give me back my 200F.

Don't worry!
Each coin's worth 50,000F.

Berthet told me that.

Berthet?
That pompous idiot!

Pompous or not,
no boat means no choice.

So for 50,000 a coin, we can try, no?

Don't listen to her.
She's mean.

You can count me in.
But you'll have to wait.

- Right now I'm broke.
- That's new!

I like adventures.
Can I come?

Yes, honey.

We'll be weighed down with medals,
like the Louvre!

You make me laugh!
You're real suckers!

He's using
the old Spanish treasure trick!

Ah, so many of you
are still wet behind the ears!

People's credulity knows no bounds!

Anyway he won't get
the money I need for my studies.

I'd rather drink it.

Mr. Mouton, a brandy!

Is that a dream?
Is that Spanish treasure too?

Write to Henri Larue, he was with me.
And whatever you say,

that's a Phoenician amphora.

I'm not the only one.

Didn't you see those guys
searching for Rommel's treasure?

And not students: a solicitor,
a bailiff, a policeman.

And the colonel who was looking
for Mussolini's treasure?

So treasures do exist.
There's the proof!

Come and see me later when I'm alone.
Mind you do.

Quiet!
Mr. Mouton will bring the fizz.

Saumur!

Here's to Trolius!
And Mr. Mouton!

So you think there are lots of coins?

Loads.
But there's a risk.

- What?
- They may not be there.

Yes, they are.
I'm sure of it.

If I didn't have the business
and Mrs. Mouton, I'd go too.

I don't mean under the water,
just on the surface, in the boat.

Here's 20,000F.

So how many coins will you give me?

That's worth a hundred.

A hundred?
You don't say so!

No. Keep your money.
That's too much. It's 5 million.

How much then?

- Let's say 10.
- 10?

- That makes 500,000.
- Go on, 20.

OK, 20.

So... tell me.
Where will you get the boat?

I'll go to Tangier.
I have contacts.

Oh yes, I saw a film about that,
in Tangier...

I'm stupid. Tangier.
I should've thought of it.

When you get there,
send me an innocent little message.

A postcard saying
"Long live the navy".

- The navy?
- Meaning you've got the boat.

Oh yes!
That's clever.

As for the treasure,
when you have it, don't hesitate.

Send a telegram,
to be paid for by the receiver.

And to avoid arousing suspicions,
write...

Yes. "The carrots are cooked."

I'll understand.

That's ingenious.

OK then?

It'll be fine.

Wish I was on the train too.
You're lucky.

I've done you pork sausages.

Ear them quick, as it's hot.

Thanks, Mr. Mouton.
Like a father.

Don't let the cat out of the bag.

If a journalist
got to hear about it...

- All Paris would be waiting there!
- The train's leaving!

- Say hi to Trolius!
- Not half! Not half!

The carrots are cooked!

You... You do cigarettes?

No.

You...
You do cigarettes?

Yes, that's right.

Thank you.
Thanks a lot.

Can't you speak French like everyone?

Yes. But here
everyone speaks Spanish.

- You from Paris?
- You know?

Right away, I thought:
"That's a real Parisian."

- And you spoke Spanish.
- Yes.

No. I know just a few words
I use everywhere.

- Will you have a whisky?
- If you want.

Do you have cigarettes?

That's a good one!

If Tangier had no cigarettes...

- Do you have a lot?
- You want 50 packets?

No. 200 cases.

Oh, that's another matter.

Do you have the money?
You must pay cash here.

Yes. I need all that
and a boat to transport them.

I've a buyer in Bonifacio.

OK. In that case, listen to me.

I'm not in the business,
but I can help.

You know El Mauritania?

Sanchez-Lopez's nightclub.

Go there tonight and ask for
a singer called Franchucha.

She talks French.
I'll speak to her about you.

She knows the cigarette guys.

Send her flowers or a bottle,
and she'll find you

what you want!

By the way, don't forget my tip.

I certainly won't.

I tell you, he's loaded.

He wants to pay cash for 500 cases
and hire a boat.

Easy money for you.

You sure he'll come?

You'll find flowers and a note
at the Mauritania.

He's a kid.
You can eat him up.

I'm already invited tonight.

Tell him something, at least.

And see him tomorrow.

By the way, don't forget my tip...

OK, mate. I certainly won't.

It's a habit of theirs!

Senorita...
Miss Franchucha!

Understood?

When you get to Spain

The land of plenty

It's wonderful

The women are not shy

When you touch them

You see them better

But when you go to Tangier

If you don't know how to swim

You're in the greatest... danger

Beware of Franchucha

Franchucha, Franchucha

Franchucha is a woman

You can be sure she'll get you

Not yet.
I'm waiting for someone.

Beware of Franchucha

- She breaks empty glasses.
- I invited her.

She has eyes that burn like flames

Beware of Franchucha

She has eyes like a cat

Franchucha's cat eyes
Ol�!

If you walk in the town

Quiet and peaceful

Be careful

It's better that you go to jail

Or get robbed

Like a pigeon

Rather than come across

This retribution of destiny

This girl with a feline look

Beware of Franchucha

Franchucha

Franchucha

Franchucha is a woman

You can be sure she'll get you

She'll take you body and soul

Beware of Franchucha

Beware of Franchucha

Franchucha

Franchucha

She has eyes that burn like flames

Beware of Franchucha

She has eyes like a cat

Franchucha's cat eyes
Franchucha, Franchucha

Franchucha

Franchucha
Ol�!

Bravo! Aare you coming?

Enough of your American major!
I'm already invited.

I'm not a wino like you!

Waiter, champagne!

A French cancan song.
Musica!

Are you the one
Francis told me about?

Not like I thought.
How old are you?

25, nearly 26.
Why, do I look like a kid?

A bit.
But I don't like old men.

They smell of tobacco.

It's just what you want to do.

Usually older men do that.

- Ones who are failures.
- Yes.

I prefer to start like that.

If I fail, I can make up later.

- You need money.
- We'll see.

I want a guy with a good boat.
I'll deal with the rest.

You see Franchucha?
Tell her to get over here.

Or drag her by the skin of her arse.

Understood?

Yes.
"By the skin of her arse."

I've a message for you.

Get over there or I have to drag you
by the skin of your arse.

I've a message too.

"A message"?

Bastard!

No, that's enough!

Go on! Go on!

At first it was good,
then it went wrong.

Once I had to throw
the cases overboard.

5 million cigarettes in the sea!
Imagine!

The storm took me into French waters.

Zuccarello took 100 cases
with his false customs men.

I'll try once more.
If it fails, I'm done.

Your boat's in good shape?

20 meters, two diesel engines,
150 horsepower.

- You go to Corsica?
- Sure.

I'll explain.
Is the boat here?

Yes, in the port.

I've 50 cases on board
to deliver to the Balearics.

A mingy, worthless little job.

What will I get for it?
A million.

That's if all goes well.

- What will you do after?
- Start again, for God's sake!

These deals pay 100%.

I know one that'll pay 1000 for 10.

You just have to believe.

No, come on...

You're starting to interest me.

May I know what it involves?

Really!
I can't just tell it to anyone.

Here's the Grand Socco:
the Arab market.

- Where's the port?
- We're on our way there.

Next time he can do the job himself.

If he was locked up for 2 weeks,
he'd learn a lesson.

At last, to have a nice bath
and put all this in DDT!

For the cases, I'm not worried.

Marcello's a good man,
you'll see, so devoted!

Here. This is my boat.

The Suraya.

But where are they?

There they are!
In the front.

Am I dreaming?
It's the boss!

Oh, boss, it's you!

I was worried sick!

Me too. Is everything OK?
No one touched the cases?

No one! I was watching.
All the time.

I won't introduce you.

You know each other.

Come, G�rard.

There they are!
We must be careful now.

We'll let them gain on us.
Slow down!

- You know them?
- No, it's my first time.

Helm to starboard!

Slow the engines!

Full speed reverse!

Zuccarello tricked me once.
Not twice.

You have the money?

For every 10 cases
I want 30,000 pesetas.

Prepare the cases.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Five...

Six...

Seven...

Eight...

Nine...

Ten.

Fifty. Finished!

Safe trip!

For once, all went well.

Full speed ahead!

Tomorrow I'll buy
the compressor and equipment.

Treasure for us!

How'll you spend yours?

I'll buy the Blackbird.

It's 40m long
and can carry 500 cases.

I'll have 6 seamen
and in Tangier I'll be king.

And you?

I'll travel.

I'll go wherever
there are new things to see.

I'm a law student.
I'll work in court.

I'll spend my life
pleading sordid cases

or teaching others
what I don't understand.

- Do like me.
- You have a boat, I don't.

Imagine what this money means!

Escaping from books,

from walls blocking the sun,
from hurrying people

trying to make a living.

You believe in treasure?

Of course!
It exists, I'm sure of it.

I'm sure of it too.

It's great to believe in it.

Whether you're 10 or 50 years old,
anyone can play at that.

And after all,
I've just earned a million.

I'm a gambler.
I feel 30 years younger.

There's no risk.
Don't talk as if you'd lost.

It's money well invested.

Believe me. If I had that million,
I'd risk it too.

Say no more, friend.
The die is cast,

the cards dealt.

There.
The compressor belt's in place.

I'll try filling the bottles.

- You'll be diving?
- Yes.

With Marcel, the seaman,
who's a good diver.

Check the air purifier.
It's important.

Right.
Tomorrow it'll all be working.

We'll get fuel in Calvi,

then sail along the coast to Lavezzi.

- We'll fish there.
- I know.

There's good fish there.
We'll be ready.

- Right.
- Let's see...

Dan, start it up.

Look, the Sanguine Islands.

And in the gap, Ajaccio.

It's 15km away.
There.

It's too late.
We'll set off tomorrow at dawn.

Well?
Now we're up against it.

- Still ready for it?
- Yes.

Cut the engines.

- When will you start?
- At once.

OK. Marcel will dive with you.
He's used to it.

Prepare the diving gear.

At the research centre,

we sometimes defused mines
at a depth of 100m.

Not the same as
looking for pots 40m down.

Every day we'll move the boat
and search the seabed.

Why do they want the pots?

They'll sell them.
It seems they're worth a lot.

They're old chamber pots.

It feels strange.

I was here 5 years ago.

Now the island seems smaller,

the lighthouse shorter.

I don't know where I found the pot.

It seems like you've lost confidence.

Me?
I haven't lost confidence.

But before starting something,
you get nervous. Go on, Marcel!

Let's go.

Wait a bit, for the bottles.

That's it.

Go on then.

Marcel.

If you find amphoras,
you mustn't move them.

They're fragile.
Go to the surface and call.

Yes. If I find something,
I'll tell you.

Manina!

Manina!

It's me, G�rard.
Remember?

G�rard, who found the amphora.

Yes, G�rard.
I remember!

You made so much noise.

Yes.

Found anything?

No more air in the bottle,
my ears hurt,

and this water is not Chianti!

- And G�rard?
- Over there somewhere.

I wonder if he hasn't fooled us.

- Why, boss?
- I'll explain.

Come, let's eat.

How did you know me?

Your hair, bleached by the sun.

Your eyes too.
But what a transformation!

I'm 18.

I recognized you too,
without your glasses.

I kept the silk handkerchief
you gave me.

But it's gone a bit yellow now.

What are you doing here?

I'm with that boat, by the headland.

Looking for amphoras, with a friend.

- Like the one you found?
- Yes. Where was it?

It wasn't here, but there,
on the other side.

They're calling me.

I must go home for lunch too.

- How are your parents?
- Fine.

There's just me now.
My brother left.

Come and see us on board.
It's not far.

Promise?
You'll come?

I'll come.

The other side, facing east,
towards Sardinia.

She remembered.
Tomorrow we'll search there.

OK.

I'd like to try and dive with that.

Those are too heavy for you.

- Won't you try?
- Me? No.

I smoke too much for that.

It's heavy, but I'll try anyway.

When I've found them,

we'll have time,
and I'll take you diving.

Manina, stay for lunch with us.

Not today.
I must go.

Another time.

Bye!

Bye, Manina!
Come back soon!

She's a little island bird.

Well, you see, Marcel,

I'm beginning to see why I'm here.

Tonight I'll wait for you
on the beach, Manina.

- No, G�rard. I won't come.
- I'll wait anyway.

Manina! Help your mother
set the table.

Manina, who where you talking to?

G�rard Morere, the one who was here
5 years ago,

who found the pot.
He's on the boat there.

- What for?
- Looking for more.

What an idea!
Go fetch the wine.

- Evening, Manina.
- Evening, G�rard.

I was watching the fishermen
spreading their nets.

What do you think
of the lighthouse girl?

Manina?
Oh, boss, she's a beauty!

She's a real marvel,
a wonder, a creature...

You know what you should do tomorrow?

Take a walk on the island,
try to get her to come on board.

Understand?

Do I understand, boss?
I understand very well!

I understand too well.
It breaks my heart.

Yes, OK.
Now clear off!

You stayed here?

I helped my mum, I read, I sang...

I thought of that.
I remember your songs, 5 years ago,

those sad tunes, with words
you arranged to suit yourself.

Won't you sing for me, like before?

No. not tonight, G�rard.
Not tonight.

I have to feel like singing,
to be pushed to sing.

Then I can't resist. If I don't sing,
I'll suffocate.

Yes. The feeling of something
inside you, transporting you.

Now I get that each time I dive.

I feel exalted,
thinking of finding what I want.

But I'm disappointed when I surface.

3 days, and nothing.

I too am often sad and disappointed.

Maybe because I'm always alone.

In summer it's OK,
I swim, dive, climb the rocks.

But winter evenings are long.

I know why:
you talk and no one answers.

You sing and no one listens.

That's what makes you sad.

You can't sing for yourself.

Tonight I can't tell you anything.

I don't want to give you hope.

If I succeed,
you can leave the island.

Then there'll be no problem.

One day you'll charm the crowds.
That's your destiny,

but you don't know.
- Maybe.

- In 7 days I'll tell you.
- Why in 7 days?

�ric gave me a week.

- Then we'll leave.
- You won't be back?

Of course I will.
Only it'll be longer.

But if I succeed, you come with us.

- Come with you?
- Yes.

I want it with all my heart.

I too hope with all my heart
you'll succeed.

Talking of leaving.

I know one day I'll leave here.

But I do love my island.

I know all its secrets,
each rock, each cave.

I know the little spring
where the pigeons drink.

The cemetery
for soldiers and sailors:

who'll look after it when I'm gone?

Why am I saying this?
It won't happen yet.

I must go home.

You go first.
I want to see you swim.

Tomorrow night I'll be here.
I'll wait for you.

There's Marcel coming up.

Go and help him.

Still nothing?

Nothing at all.

Mr. G�rard's still down there.

I saw him swim under an arch,
and then lost sight of him.

That's where I found it.
I know the arch.

30m down, on the right,
is a deep cave.

The sun wasn't low enough,
I couldn't see.

Tomorrow I'll try to go in.

I'm starting to regret
believing his story.

I must have been drunk that day.

Why are you talking like that?
Nothing's changed.

I always told you it wasn't sure.

There must be another reason.

Yes, there is one.
I'm bored.

I invited Manina for lunch
and she refused.

She refused.
What did you tell her about me?

Me? Nothing.

I haven't seen her
since she came on board.

- Anyway, I don't know you.
- Yes. That's true.

We don't know each other
and we're treasure hunting together.

Trolius must be laughing
in his grave, if he has one.

Let me have the few days
you promised me.

Let me try my luck.
It's important to me.

No, it's not for the money.
It's for another reason.

I beg you, be patient.
Tomorrow I'll go in the cave.

Even if I get lost, I'll explore it.

Something tells me
the solution's in there.

Time will tell.

Manina!

Do you know
what my Corsican song means?

Shall I sing it in French for you?

One summer evening

I took your hand by the fountain

Which bubbled and murmured

A gay refrain

My hand trembled

Like the reeds in the field

You smiled

Like the old days

On the road

Our two houses, you know well

Are side by side

As our hearts are united

By destiny

Every day

The sweet perfume

Brought by the wind

When I wake up

Comes to tell me

Of our love

You understand now?

Yes, I understand.
I wish it were true.

But one day you'll sing it
for another.

I'd sing it only for you,
but you're leaving.

You'll forget the girl on her rock.

No, I can't forget you.

When I saw you on the beach, I knew.

My heart hurt,
like you when you sing.

I'd never felt that before.
I didn't know what it was.

Now I know.

Me too, on the beach the other day,
I knew it.

Hold me in your arms
like it's forever.

Hold me so tight I can't breathe!

I love you madly.

You're leaving, I know,
but never mind.

Thanks to you,
my winter'll be happy.

I'll come on this rock,
I'll call you.

The wind may bring you my voice.

Then you'll understand
the love in my heart.

You'll come back.

But will you wait?
Where will you be?

Oh, Manina, stop it.

Don't talk, it hurts me.

I can't bear the idea
of us being apart.

Don't think of that.
Just believe, like me.

Tonight I can't say anything,
but keep calm.

Put your head on my shoulder.

I hear your heart beating.

Hello.

You don't like finding me here.
It disturbs your plans.

How long will you
keep pulling my leg?

What do you mean?

At night I can do as I like.

That's not what I mean.

Your treasure story is just made up.

You just found a way
to come here to your lovebird.

My yacht, my health.
Ten days of paid holidays!

But I've had enough.
You can get off now.

- There!
- No, don't weigh anchor.

Why shouldn't I?

I'll show you why.

I found that yesterday
inside the cave.

Look at it.

There.

Yes. One of Trolius's gold coins.

I didn't want to tell you
till I was sure,

but as you've obliged me to,
there it is.

I know where they are.
I'm going to dive.

But I think...
In a few hours,

you won't be here.

All things considered,
I'll stay a few more days.

That's it, I've found the place!
The amphoras!

When I tell you, let down the net.

That's it, I've found the amphoras!

Beside the cave.

Really?

They're stuck to the rock,
held fast by the coral.

Marcel and I will free them
and put them in the net.

- And inside?
- They're sealed.

Some are broken.
We'll empty them on deck.

No. We don't want the sailors
to see what's inside.

I'll get my oxygen and join you.

There they are!
Help them.

That's it, we have them all.
Ten of them.

Pull the net up. It needs care.
I'll go back down.

No. It's too late.

We'll raise it tomorrow.

Come on up.

- But...
- Come up!

Did you look in the sand too?

Yes. I ran the sand through my hands.
There was nothing.

But no pot was broken.

- What do you think?
- I'm sure the gold's inside.

If we'd pulled up the net, we'd know.

I admire you,
being able to wait all night.

I can't, it's making me ill.

For me it's different.

I prefer to prolong this great dream
for a few hours.

A matter of temperament.
That's how we are.

I'm going to sleep now.

You won't close your eyes all night.

Come on.
Try, anyway.

At dawn we'll bring up the net,

the net of dreams.

A good name for a love story!

Yes. You're right.
I'll try to sleep.

Marcel, Dan, get up!

I looked for you.

- Why didn't you come?
- I didn't want �ric to see me.

But nothing would stop me coming.

My dream's coming true.
Let me talk frankly.

I've found Trolius's amphoras.

We'll get them out,
empty them and share them.

Share what?

Look at this.
It's a gold sesterce.

The amphoras are full of them.
The Phoenicians' treasure.

Professor Berthet was right.
We're rich, very rich!

- You don't seem to be listening.
- You scare me.

Don't you understand?

You can leave your island,
live with me.

Nothing will part us now.

- Isn't that what you wanted?
- Tell me it's true.

You won't laugh at me,
mock my dreams?

Here.
Take this, it's for you.

Look how it shines.

It'll shine in the sun
like your eyes when I hold you.

It's true, I've found the amphoras.

As it's true I love you.

But it hurts when you doubt me.

I don't doubt you, G�rard!
I love you more than any treasure.

I don't know how to say it,
but I'm yours, all yours.

Here, when we give our hearts,
it's for a lifetime.

Manina, darling,

�ric will raise the nets,

we'll sail to Italy.

He doesn't want the sailors to know.

He'll leave them in Sardinia.

We'll share the gold.

Tomorrow I'll come back by boat,
in my boat,

go to see your parents, tell them...

When the nets are free, set sail.

We'll raise them at sea.
Go on.

Listen, G�rard!

They've started the engines.
Why on earth?

What's going on?

�ric!

�ric!

�ric!
No, not that!

�ric!

Won't we wait for him?

It's not your business,
I'm the boss here.

�ric! �ric!

Full steam ahead!

G�rard!

G�rard!

G�rard!

G�rard!

G�rard!

G�rard!

Dad! Dad!

Come quick! G�rard's drowned!
If you don't come, he'll die!

Harbour Master's Office
Maritime Affairs

Come in.

Several SOS.

Yacht in trouble, Sardinia.

- What's it called?
- Suraya.

We'll let the Italians know.

The net stops me steering.

You mustn't cast it off.
We'll sink with it!

Every man for himself!

No response from Suraya.

- Manina... It's you!
- Yes, G�rard.

You've been very ill, you know.

Now it's over.

God answered our prayers.
You're saved.

No.

I'm not saved
until I get back the amphoras.

I must leave, Manina,

and alert the port police.

I must find them!

Your father must lend me some clothes

and take me to Bonifacio,
to take action.

Calm down.
Don't worry.

Go on, Manina.
Tell him, it'll be better.

My father's radio picked up an SOS
after the boat left.

It got into trouble off Sardinia.

G�rard, the Suraya sank
off Cap Negra.

The two sailors escaped.
Only �ric stayed on the boat.

Really?
You're not just saying it?

It's true, G�rard.
It sank along with the amphoras.

You see?
The sea took back its goods.

I prefer that.

I couldn't bear to think
they were rich,

while we were living in poverty.

Now...
You must help me to forget.

No. To really forget,
there's something we have to do.

Get dressed.
I'll wait outside.

I'll help you to walk.
I want you to come.

You're right, Manina.
It's better like this.

Now...

this story of treasure...

it was just a dream I had.