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My god.

Which one are you looking at?

You know very well which one.

What is it?

- I think it's an idiotic joke. - Why?

Because I don't like it at all.

I don't like this face.

I don't like it at all.

I didn't know.

I didn't imagine making a face like that.

It seems like another person.

- This isn't me. - In a certain sense, it's true.

It's not the same face you see every day when you look in the mirror.

That's why you're suprised.

But this one is your face, believe me.

Not the other one. Your real face.

Because...

Because it expresses a real truth.

Really?

What truth?

That you are in love.

Or at least you were at that moment.

Because...

I have the impression that...

- that now, instead, you hate me. - Yes! I hate you.

I have the horror of being caught off guard.

- Like those pathetic photographers do on the street. - Okay, I want to show you something.

This kind of "idiotic joke", as you called it, I now do to myself every day.

Continuously.

See?

Look, I load the camera...

and the automatic trigger takes a shot every three minutes.

Then I forget about it.

Here.

In this room there is one here.

Another here.

See?

And a third there.

But you really forget about it, then?

No, not always.

But it's precisely then that the most insignificant photographs come out.

- But it doesn't make sense. - Oh really?

It's like keeping a diary.

One day or another, I'll try to make a book out of them.

If I turn into a guinea pig...

and record my behaviour hour by hour.

This helps me detach from myself...

and observe myself as I usually observe others.

It's necessary to tell him.

- I can't do it. - Yes.

I understand.

We need to tell him.

We'll tell him.

But let me think now. Let's not talk about it.

Please.

Have you seen this here? It's a real one-off...

taken while I was slipping on the soap!

You're crazy! Completely crazy!

Here.

And what should I do with them?

Since you don't want to play the game, destroy them.

Hello?

But where could it be?

Andrea!

It's you, Andrea?

No, I couldn't find him.

When? Tonight?

Yes, okay. I understand.

Bye.

- Going to the seaside tonight? - Yes, I'm going to the seaside tonight.

What do we do? Do we tell him tonight?

Let me decide by myself.

Why have you discarded all the ones with me in already?

Because.

Bye.

You see, the house can be considered a kind of service post.

The environment in which you sleep, eat, shelter from the elements...

- and sometimes work. - Why does it take them so long to do their hair?

It satisfies them Extremely laborious ritual.

Come, let's take advantage of it before the others arrive.

Or you can consider it a kind of refuge...

that isolates us and protects us from the world of society.

- A den, in short. - Yes, a den. Here, sit down.

A reactionary concept that evokes ancestral terrors:

the cave and the wild beasts lurking outside.

That's exactly how I see it. I'm a reactionary, according to you.

You said it.

Just to give us an initial idea. As soon as you see something you like, tell me.

This one, no.

No.

Ah, this one I like.

But that's...

- It's my wife, yes. - Architecturally speaking, it's the best thing you've shown me.

I must have made a mix-up with these slides.

- I think they've arrived. - You go. I'll tidy up and join you.

Execrable. White wine with the roast.

A perfect pairing. Rather, the roast was execrable.

Like the antipasto and the rest.

These damned scampi are sitting in my stomach.

How strange. As your husband increases...

the rate of his fees...

his palate becomes more and more demanding.

When he was a shop assistant, his lunch consisted six days out of seven...

of bread...

and salami.

Nora is a sales director.

Sales director to-be, more precisely. In a high fashion house.

You'd never believe it, judging by the way you dress.

Divine!

Rather, my dear, juding by the way you undress...

one can easily see your past in "show business".

I don't remember where you worked, Sandra.

The Crazy Horse, wasn't it?

No, I didn't make it there. René kidnapped me first.

But you still wanted to.

Tell me the truth, René...

don't you feel a little embarrassed in the company of a woman...

who regularly turns every public appearance...

into a striptease number?

Yes, actually there is a matter on which we disagree.

I can't understand why you buy such a quantity of clothes...

and use them so sparingly.

Undressing the wife, after all, seems to be in fashion.

- Your own or someone else's? - It makes no difference.

- In America, they swap them. - Ah, in this, the Eskimos are at the forefront.

Offering their wives to the guest, together with fish soup...

and a sleeping bag.

Dear Andrea, it seems to me to be a gesture of great civility.

By chance, do a few drops of Eskimo blood run through your veins?

Well...

this sort of truth game...

- ends up becoming a bit risky. - Better to keep ignoring what we think about each other.

Can we please go back to our everyday habitual hypocrisy?

You have any difficulties?

- A little gesture to the right people and— - I know, I know, but sometimes the right people are...

And where are we going now, darling?

- Where is your car? - There.

No!

Don't tell me that thing over there is taking me home!

- You want to take some risks? - What kind of risks?

- Big risks. - Where is the light?

Leave it. Move over.

Hold on tight, eh.

So reckless!

You've found a rather original way of letting me know.

You wouldn't be interested in knowing with whom?

Yes, of course. With whom?

- Try to guess. - Stop playing.

Ernesto.

The photos were his idea?

No.

They were my idea.

The photos were taken by chance...

by those curious contraptions he installed in his studio.

Ernesto will never grow up.

He will grow old without ever leaving his playpen.

Well, it would be a pleasant way of growing old, don't you think?

Yes, yes.

Sure. It's possible.

What should I do?

What are the duties of a husband in these circumstances?

It's the first time it's happened to me.

It is the first time, right?

I swear.

- Ernesto knows you told me? - No.

Maybe you prefer I feign ignorance?

Many husbands adopt this system, which doesn't seem without its advantages.

Ernesto was very insistent that you be informed.

Ah, quite right! He's a stand-up guy!

He's my best friend and also the best friend of my wife.

Please!

Got it. It's a serious thing.

When will he decide to officially ask for your hand?

I think they're back.

I can't take her.

I'm too drunk.

You'll end up draining my battery.

It was me who was making all that noise?

What's that?

Coffee. It'll do you good.

You're drunk.

I couldn't let her drink the whole bottle, so I drank half of it.

Why didn't you take her back to her hotel?

I had to...

I had to tell you something.

Something important.

- Tell me tomorrow. - It's extremely important.

Well, what is it?

We can't send her back to the hotel in this state...

it's better for her to sleep here.

Andrea...

I wanted to tell you this thing.

- Can it wait? - Listen...

Help me, I can't lift her by myself!

It's you, René?

Ooh, what a nice arse.

No, it's not René, I don't recognise it!

Who are you?

- How do you feel? - Better.

- Can you go home? - I think so.

Andrea?

Tomorrow, Ernesto. Go to bed now.

What is it? Interested in my anatomy now?

Try not to be vulgar.

You are vulgar! And you're out of line.

Better not talk about it now...

- we're not able. - You're wrong, I am able.

Tomorrow, we'll return to the city.

We'll get a better perspective on things.

And so—

So, even my little adultery will find the dimension...

it deserves.

You think so?

A moment of weakness, of solitude...

The sea...

And the summer, which is a great pimp.

Perhaps there is some truth in that.

For a long time, I've felt alone when I'm with you.

I don't feel like continuing to live with a man...

I know nothing about and who knows nothing about me.

I won't come home tomorrow.

Don't you think you're rushing things?

For six years, things have been going on like this with you.

And you say I'm rushing things.

I think I still have a chance left.

And I don't want to lose it.

I won't come back again.

Good night, Francesca.

A small problem of a legal nature.

What's that?

If someone has given...

something away to another person...

An object, I don't know...

In short, I mean, if between two people...

it existed...

before...

Before what?

Just before, that's all.

Oh...

Well?

In short...

the records you gave me...

Are they yours or mine?

They're yours.

Otherwise I'll be burdened by them.

I bought them all for you.

Why, you want to take them?

- Who did I sleep with last night? - Brace yourself for the shock, you slept alone.

Are you sure?

Very well.

- Just put on your tie. I'll keep the records. - Thank you.

Did I hear right?

You wanted to go out without a tie? But why?

Why dress up? I got a call: "Be here in half an hour."

Are you about to leave?

Yes.

Do you want me to take you to the city?

No, no...

I'm going back with René and Sandra.

I prefer to.

Okay.

About the cleaning lady.

Let me leave you the instructions.

It's necessary to keep the place in order.

Yes, certainly.

Well...

I would say...

It's kind of you to worry about it.

I'll see you out.

The fence...

Pardon?

On the reed shelter.

Remember to get it repaired...

otherwise next year you will have sand all the way into the living room.

Well.

I think we'll...

see each other again.

I think so, yes.

Tomorrow you won't even remember having had a husband, eh?

Andrea...

Listen...

I'd like to finish explaining to you how I thought about solving—

Yes, do as you like. I've already told you. That's fine.

I'll drive you to the exit.

No, I'll take the truck. That thing of yours is a deathtrap.

I'm sorry, but I have a couple of things to tell you.

- Another time, not now. - No, now.

Alright. Let's talk.

If you want to pass my job over to someone else, just say the word.

No, why?

Because I can't work with someone who never speaks.

I have the right to be a little on edge, don't you think?

What do you expect me to do, get down on my knees?

Get a load of this.

I have other, more important things to discuss with you.

- The fate of architecture is not important? - Stop talking nonsense.

It's you who's talking nonsense!

About a marriage that went to shit, as a matter of course.

- How is she? - Francesca? Well.

It's architecture that's bad, as long as I rely on prophets of your kind.

How do you manage moneywise?

This is the last straw.

You really have the vocation of the "noble father".

Francesca has her habits.

Stop it.

- Change of man, change of habits. - It's not that simple.

It's Francesa you're talking about.

You could at least spare me your scorn.

Listen to me, I gave you my blessing.

I also offer you my help on top of that What more do you want!

I'll explain it to you now. Come down.

Why?

Because at this point I want to break your face.

- I have the Faculty Council. - I don't care about your Faculty Council!

Get down, or I'll throw you down.

Well, what are you doing there on the ground?

Who appointed you referee?

Since we have to do this thing in civil terms...

let's at least behave like gentlemen:

no headbutts, if you don't mind!

I'm speaking to you as a friend.

Let's be clear, I'm not a moralist.

But even the, what's it called...

the Gospel recommends not throwing the first stone at the, the—

- The adulteress. - Please, I have to be in the clinic at four o'clock.

I understand you very well. You're going through a difficult time.

But I'm not going through a difficult time, on the contrary.

What do you mean, "on the contrary"?

I mean that, for the first time in years...

I feel like I've taken the reins.

I don't understand you. I really don't.

I know, darling. We two are very different.

Giovanni!

Where are you taking me?

I was going to your husband's house, sorry.

Force of habit. How stupid.

No, no, wait.

Since we're, I have a few things to get.

Alright.

And if we see Andrea, what will he say?

He's a polite person. He'll say "Good morning".

- Good morning. - How's it going?

Excuse me, I forgot something here that I need.

I didn't imagine that at this hour—

But what happened to you?

Let me see, sorry.

No, no, it's nothing. I fell...

from a scaffolding.

- I fell from a— - From a scaffolding, I bet.

Let's say I fell from Andrea's company.

Why?

Because it seems excessive to me...

to expect someone to pay a salary to a guy who stole his wife from him.

Don't you think?

So you fought.

Because of me?

No, no.

A difference of opinion on the fate of architecture.

And, naturally, you were the one who started it?

I will never do it again. I promise.

You have a husband...

who hits very hard.

- I'm going to take a shower. - After.

- After? - After.

- After what? - What do you think?

Ernesto...

Oscar's presence intimidates me.

At least when we make love...

you should ask him to take a seat in the bathroom.

Hear that, Oscar?

Come on, be a gent.

Get yourself something to read and scram!

Francesca...

- I have to tell you something. - What?

This kind of...

equestrian circus in which I have lived until now...

is perhaps not suitable for a lady.

And who says that I am a lady?

Well... A real home...

A "real home", as you put it, is exactly what I've always had.

Now I have a need, a crazy need for and equestrian circus.

And above all, listen, don't tidy up here, don't move a nail, don't change anything at all.

Do you want it with cyanide or without?

Without, thanks.

When will you decide to put some order into this bazaar?

Well, you should do it now that you're getting married.

Your wife prefers not.

And to think that, once upon a time, she was such an orderly little person.

Before, she was married to a very boring and very fussy man.

Well. What do you decide?

First, I would like to dispel a doubt that is gnawing at me, Andrea.

What doubt?

You don't do it for friendship, I hope.

But you always told me.

That I'm a buffoon and think money equals success.

And you know me very well.

How can I find someone else with your innate talent for salesmanship?

Who sells so well in this vulgar...

and coarse era?

Is your doubt dispelled?

- Then come back to work with me? - Alright.

You won't take advantage of what I told you to ask me for a raise?

You know very well that money doesn't interest me.

You're doing it solely out of friendship?

Wrong.

It's just that you don't want to have your professional ruin on your conscience too.

Oh, I forgot to unplug the armchair. Will you press that button?

This one?

Ah, finally!

You there or not?

I'm here.

Ah, you're alive! What are you doing?

Nothing.

- Naught. How's it going? - How do you want it to go?

He has just decided that he will throw a party in our honour.

He says that when we get married and we send invitations...

When we do, we will need to find an elegant way to inform everyone.

Listen...

I have an attack of melancholy.

A great desire to come there and stick Oscar in the bathroom.

Sorry, dear.

Don't go away. Just a moment.

Be patient, I'm going to the other phone.

So, you were in love with her since then?

You keeping tabs?

You always scolded me in front of her.

You were trying to prove to her that she'd married the wrong man.

Right?

I thought you were wrong even before she was around.

You were always wrong.

I would make the pier here for docking your Benetti.

And here a pier for two or three smaller boats.

The cave systems are located more than two metres above sea level...

and about thirty metres below the villa that will be here.

Fabulous! But, do you do all this for every client?

Only for those who are dearest to me.

Thank you.

The dearest clients, my love, are those who spend a minimum...

of half a billion.

We have to go.

Every now and then...

it shuts down.

If I don't get it repaired...

One day or another, I'll end up dying.

- You don't want to go, do you? - Sure, why not?

After all, I'm the guest of honour.

Don't let it worry you.

When I made my debut in society as an "ex-husband"...

I too was a little nervous.

The separation comes with practice.

With the third wife, it won't even concern you any more.

They're buzzing around her like mosquitoes.

You jealous?

Very funny.

You?

Terribly.

Do something about it.

Like what, a massacre?

Something less spectacular, dance with her.

I dance like a dog. You do it.

In front of these people, who can't wait for anything else.

Exactly.

We can't disappoint them. We are civilised people, after all.

No. No I'm not.

Another idea.

You know what we do?

Get ready.

I would swear that we have already danced together.

You dance so badly, I would have remembered it.

What was it they had to whisper in your ear?

Who?

Who? René, Giovanni, all of them.

I love seeing males fighting for my attention.

Is that a challenge?

A confession, let's say.

Shocked?

No.

Well, do you mind?

- Mind what? - That Ernesto has come back to work with me.

That my relationship with him hasn't changed.

Why should it bother me?

You said yourself you love seeing men fighting.

Ah, I get it.

Perhaps I should be offended at not representing an obstacle between you two.

I am, a little.

Let's say that my feminine pride is a little shaken.

Your pride on the one hand, my friendship with Ernesto on the other.

Which matters more, in your opinion?

Your friendship, without a doubt.

Ernesto is happy now.

The idea of having break your friendship tortured him.

That he is happy matters most to me.

Ah, yes.

This evening is truly a bore! Shall we escape together?

- Alright. English style. - Of course! What other kind of escape is there?

I heard everything. We're coming too.

Well, what are you waiting for? Come on.

- Me too? - Of course.

You are the guest of honour tonight.

Careful, René is watching you.

René knows perfectly well that it's Andrea I like.

I'm hungry, you know.

I'm going to make an omelette.

I'll help you.

Let's see if we can find some wine.

I'll be there in ten minutes.

In the meantime, call Dini.

Sorry, I didn't hear you. There's so much noise here.

So, we won't talk about it again. Okay?

Listen, I have to run.

You take Sandra back when you're done. I don't want to spoil the evening.

I wonder what the hell those two are doing.

They've been in that kitchen for a century.

I'll go see. If I don't, I'll faint.

If I catch them in an awkward position, too bad for them!

What am I saying?

Give me the guitar, please.

They were making the omelette!

Here comes the omelette!

Wine for everyone!

Here you are.

Bored?

You detest this kind of thing.

Absolutely.

And what effect does it have on you to see me here?

You're like someone else.

Careful, Ernesto is looking at you.

Ernesto knows very well that Andrea is my friend.

So, what effect does it have on you to see her again?

None. All in all, it's unpleasant.

But she's very nice. You don't understand a thing.

And you know why you don't understand a thing?

Because you don't like anything.

Let her sing!

Do you want to play?

- Please, don't send me to bed! - But it's 2 a.m., Sandra. I have work, you know.

I really want to drink a whisky...

and I really want to see the plastic model of my beautiful land!

What else do you want?

- I want a cigarette. - They're in the glovebox.

What is this thing? What is it?

But why?

Why so much fuss over an old photo of the three of you?

I don't like you sticking your nose into my things.

You stole it tonight.

You took it secretly!

And why should I have taken it secretly?

Well, good point. Why? I don't know.

What on earth are you doing?

It's suffocating in here! Couldn't you turn off the heat lamp?

It's so hot!

Plastic must dry quickly.

Plastic must dry quickly.

Love must dry quickly.

Money must dry quickly.

Pain...

existence...

Everything must dry quickly.

Quickly!

- You drank too much. - No, I didn't drink too much.

I just drank...

a little bit.

What is it?

What's it mean?

Effort and application of the mind.

So, this is architecture?

- Everything in life is like this. - No.

Not love.

Perhaps.

I know something.

Know what?

I know why you took that photo secretly.

- I didn't take it secretly. - Yes! I know you did!

As if I had seen it with my own eyes.

And why did I take it secretly?

Why?

Because you like Francesca.

You're really stupid.

I look stupid, yes. But I'm not stupid.

You like Francesca!

- What's up? - Don't stop, keep going.

He'll insult me.

He'll call me a whore.

He'll beat me a little. Only a little.

It's part of the ritual.

What the hell are you telling me?

- What ritual? - Then I'll ask him for forgiveness...

he'll ask me for forgiveness, and finally we'll make love.

You're just an exhibitionist.

René doesn't even touch me if he doesn't know I'm sleeping with someone else.

Who doesn't have problems in this day and age?

You're disappointed, eh?

You thought you had overwhelmed me with your charm.

But you're a pain in the arse.

I bet Francesca dumped you because of that.

Disappointed? I know you do it with everyone.

But of course. I'm not looking for great love with you.

- I already have it. - René?

René, yes.

I laugh like an idiot when I tell you I love him.

But I do love him.

Yes, it's hell, but I love him.

You can also do this when...

You can do anything when you love a man...

or his money.

And then he doesn't annoy me.

Thanks for the lift.

And your collaboration.

What were you thinking?

I bet you were judging me...

and already planning to go off with him.

Why not him?

Take a look at yourself.

Swollen with arrogant, aggressive pride.

Incapable of listening to others.

Someone like you can only be wrong. Right?

Right.

You're a careerist.

A callous person.

You would sell your soul to the devil to satisfy your vanity.

You despise me!

You are kind not to say what you really think.

Well...

I see we're in agreement.

So, what do you want from me?

I don't know.

Why have you stolen this photo?

Your face makes me curious.

A stranger, eh?

Maybe you were sad...

or just angry.

Maybe you hated me.

I don't know anything about you.

I don't understand anything.

A man I know nothing about...

and who knows nothing about me.

Quite right.

What's up?

I was just thinking...

I sent technicians to Antibes for the geomorphological surveys of René's land.

So?

I would like you to go too.

What have you forgotten this time?

He just left. If you hurry, you can catch him at the airport.

I know he left.

I waited until he left.

And what do you want?

To talk.

I don't understand.

To talk alone.

- Yes, this I understand. - Then, what don't you understand?

I don't understand why the two of us should talk alone.

Talk about what?

Dress, I'll make you breakfast.

I have things to do, Andrea.

I need to talk to you, Francesca. It's necessary.

You're going to get dressed?

I won't even consider it.

Listen...

Wait.

Open.

- Please. - No!

- Never get married, Oscar. - What did you say?

I told Oscar never to get married.

Who is Oscar?

What is he doing in there with you?

Go away.

Anyway, I'm not going out.

Yes?

Can I speak to Oscar, please?

Don't be an idiot.

They're for you, madam.

Thank you.

PLEASE!!!!!

Oscar speaking.

Are there any calls for me?

First question:

are you happy?

First answer: yes.

Second question?

You don't like it, sir?

Yes, yes, it's very good. We're just not very hungry.

- Coffee and the bill. - Yes, sir.

You love Ernesto?

I adore him.

But I'm not at all sure that I love him.

What does that mean?

I know for sure that I sincerely want to fall in love with him.

- Sorry, are you making fun of me? - Not at all.

I have to love someone, to be loved by someone, I need it.

I'm a woman, I'm young...

All this is not eternal.

Two teaspoons, if I remember correctly.

You remember wrong.

I take it without sugar.

So...

What are you going to do?

I already told you.

Try again with Ernesto.

And why with Ernesto?

Because I like him.

Because he loves me.

Because he remembers perfectly that I drink coffee without sugar.

And you?

What do you intend to do?

Try again with you.

I've finally found a taste for the simple things.

The pleasure of hours lost doing nothing.

And walking with you chatting.

The truth is that, little by little...

I forgot how to live.

I had almost become a kind of...

Swindler!

You wore it like that when I met you.

And like that last year.

Exactly.

Yes. So?

As you can see, I don't remember you so badly.

Where are we going?

To our cottage.

To your cottage.

As you prefer.

I prefer to go back.

But we're already there.

But if you're afraid of me...

IF YOU PASS THROUGH HERE AGAIN, PLEASE..... LEAVE THE FRAME!

But, didn't I take this record?

I brought it back.

Andrea, what's the meaning of this presentation?

Sit down.

I love you, Francesca.

I didn't hear you, sorry. What did you say?

I love you.

- I'm in love with you. - Yes, yes.

Don't get angry...

When did you realise this?

I don't know...

Now...last night. What do you want me to say?

Don't ask silly questions.

Sorry, but...

I mean...

- It's strange. - I don't see what's strange about it.

I don't think it's forbidden for a husband to fall in love with his wife.

But after so many years...

You're sure?

Here, you see, if I touch you I feel a shiver.

They say it's an indisputable sign.

It's never happened to me before.

- Poor dear, it must be terrible. - No, my love, it's magnificent.

Enough, Andrea.

Turn it off.

Turn it off, please!

Don't think about that photo, Francesca.

- That photo doesn't exist. - It does exist!

Sometimes there are moments...

when you have a terrible need for tenderness.

And time passes...

and you're afraid.

A terrible fear that time will pass...

and there will never be...

any more more tenderness.

Ernesto exists.

As will we.

In these stories, everyone runs their own risks.

Stay here.

You understand it makes no sense.

Yes, it doesn't make sense.

I feel guilty.

And you're my husband.

It's not funny.

Was the first time with him the same?

And this is even funnier.

Will you tell him?

I don't know.

It's not that easy.

Not as easy as with me.

Francesca!

Leave me alone, Andrea. Leave me alone.

No, I won't leave you alone.

I can't leave you alone any more. Understand?

Listen, Francesca. It's not as...

It's no longer as if...

- You're drunk. - You're wrong.

But if you don't come back to live with me, I'll go crazy.

Believe me.

Come on, Francesca, I beg you.

It's a simple number, my love:

8...3...

2...2...5.

You're there?

Yes, I'm always here.

But how do we do it?

There's time, darling.

- We'll think about it tomorrow. - But, tomorrow he comes back.

To take the photos I asked of him, it needs to be sunny.

So?

Before sending him over there...

I took care to find out...

about the anticyclone that will produce rain all over the French Riviera.

Scoundrel!

I love you.

And you?

I love you too. Very much.

Coming tomorrow morning?

See you then.

I love you.

Alright. Tomorrow.

But, don't you feel hot like that?

Good night to you too, Oscar.

Wake up, sleepyhead.

Who is it?

It's you.

Here. Wildflowers served for breakfast.

No...

I have a bitter mouth.

Thanks.

By the way...

I noticed that, during my absence...

there was someone who spoilt you a lot.

Who was it that sent you those...

beautiful roses?

What roses?

The ones down there.

Ah, the ones down there.

But it wasn't you?

Why, was there no card?

No, no there wasn't.

An anonymous admirer...

How was Antibes?

Antibes was beautiful. And here?

Likewise here, thanks. It's been fine.

I didn't think that...

It's at this moment...

No, please...

What's up with you?

Nothing, nothing...

I'm half-asleep, that's all.

Ah, it's you.

Damn, what timing.

I just got back.

What's that?

The photos will ready this evening. Happy?

What?

The weather in Antibes?

Ah, it was splendid!

He could come back at any moment.

- He always forgets something. - I'll manage with the time constraint.

Meet Oscar.

But why didn't you tell him? After all, he has a right to know.

Yes, your honour.

The victim has the right to know that he was stabbed in the back.

Otherwise, how would he realise that he is dead?

Listen, pack your bags.

Let's get in the car and leave. He'll understand.

Of course he'll understand.

He's not mentally retarded!

- But what do you think he'll do? - I don't care.

I do!

I didn't put him in this hornet's nest; I can't leave him like that.

Yes you can.

You didn't help me.

- But you didn't do anything to deserve it. - Thanks.

Please!

- At least try not to be ridiculous. - I'll tell him! Fine!

Don't try it!

You're the one who put him in the middle.

Yes. And that's how it is.

And you can't erase it with a sponge like a stain on the wall.

Where are you going?

I made an appointment for him...

down at the building site. He has to go there.

I'll see you this afternoon?

How?

Can't you find one of those idiotic excuses appropriate for husbands:

the dressmaker, the hairdresser?

I'll find the idiotic excuse.

There must be an idiot who's bothering her.

Bothering who?

Francesca.

When I returned, I found the house full of roses.

"Anonymous", she told me.

She jumped every time the phone rang.

Red roses...

inopportune phone calls. Well yes, in short, it's just...

the classic siege of a hard-working Don Giovanni.

Why hard-working? Because he...

sends her some roses and calls her?

And what would you do in her place?

Yes, it's true, that's not the point.

Well...

You were saying?

To the cottage?

No, too far away. I wouldn't get home in time.

Then, the house?

No, please...

- Andrea, the gearbox! - The...what?

- The gear stick! It's poking my ribs. - Oh, sorry, wait. Third is better.

- Better? - Yes, third is better.

Going out this morning too?

The hairdresser.

But why? Weren't you there just yesterday?

- No, no. - What do you mean no?

Ah, yes... But...

It was another one.

Another hairdresser?

No, it was a makeup artist.

Not a hairdresser.

Ernesto...

You're not going to start behaving like a real husband, are you?

Francesca...

There's something that's...

bothering you, making you nervous.

It makes me nervous, his candour.

I've tried a thousand times to tell him, but he looks at me like a...

like a lost puppy.

And every time I have to invent a new story to...

In short, I can't take it any more, Andrea.

I have to tell him. I'll tell him.

No. It's up to me.

- I want him to hear it from me. - When?

And if he already knew?

If he's been playing dumb, if he's followed me?

He wouldn't be capable of it. He's not like me.

Come back! It wasn't Ernesto.

Thank you.

What if I sent him an anonymous letter?

"Sir, allow a disinterested friend to open your eyes...

Your best friend's wife is having an ignoble affair with her husband."

Will you stop it?

- How much? - ₤2,000.

Will you be safe here?

Do I look like someone who doesn't know where they're going?

It's a desert. What should I do, wait?

- No, I already said, I'm fine. - And when will you go back?

Do I interfere in your business?

As you wish.

Sorry.

I rented it so as not to be followed. Come on!

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Would you have one...

- that is, two— - A double room?

Yes...

No...

- Yes, a double. - Very well.

And how long will the lady and gentleman be staying?

We will leave tonight. There's no need to unload the luggage.

I understand.

Normally, we would...

First floor.

Andrea, I'm a coward, but I've decided to spend a few days away.

Giovanni will join me tomorrow. He's invited me to go with him.

Why would that make you a coward? I don't understand.

Because we have completely forgotten Ernesto.

Will you tell him while I'm away?

I can't face it.

- Ernesto is— - Ernesto is tender...

Ernesto is sensitive...

Ernesto is so fragile...

- Because Ernesto is— - Because Ernesto is terribly fragile, yes.

Please...

I couldn't and never will tell him.

I will come back when everything is settled.

Very well. I'll tell him.

- But promise me one thing. - What?

Not to write to him.

Tell him in person.

- Promise? - Promise.

Ernesto...

I feel the duty to inform you that the "idiot of the roses" is me.

Francesca and I love each other.

It might seem a bit strange, out of fashion...

but it can happen that a husband and wife...

fall in love with each other after...

after...

after having been, for so many years, just a husband and a wife.

Sorry, but I have to take her back.

After all, I have a certain right of seniority.

I'm sending you this recording because I don't want to have another fistfight with you.

But it won't take me away from a second "exchange of ideas"...

if you deem it necessary.

The door was open.

You're waiting for someone, by any chance?

My servants are off and it bothers me to go and open the door.

You are very quiet.

It seems to me that you have already drunk enough.

- You drinking? - No thanks.

It smells terrible in here. Can't you smell it?

- I'm in trouble. - Why?

You are my best friend.

I could even say that you are my only friend.

I could even say that I've shared my life with you.

You could also say that you've shared my life with me.

You think?

Of course, telling you that is not easy.

Andrea...

I believe...

that your wife is not at all in love with me.

She doesn't admit, you don't complain. "Please check the goods on delivery."

God, how witty we are. We are men of great spirit.

We will end up dying of laughter.

Can't you keep this damn room still!

You're drunk. Stop drinking so much.

I have an idea that the "idiot of the roses"...

isn't such an idiot after all, upon consideration.

Stop beating around the bush and speak clearly.

Clearly, you say.

It's not so easy.

Here again tonight. Poor little girl.

Can't pretend, she thinks I'm naive like a child.

Tonight?

- Didn't she leave yesterday? - Leave?

What the hell are you saying? I'm talking about Francesca.

- Last night, she slept at your house. - Who? For years, we've been talking.

And we never talk about the same thing.

So, why are we friends?

Stop for a while. You're giving me a headache.

Listen, Andrea. I came to ask you something, a small favour.

What do you want from me?

You know...

Something has happened these past few days. I don't know what, but it happened.

Andrea...

You have to help me find out what happened.

How?

Ernesto.

Ernesto.

What I'm about to do, Ernesto, is very uncivilised.

But I find it very witty.

I'll let you die.

It's easy.

Perfect!

The door was open, you came in...

you helped yourself, you're the master here.

Everyone knows that.

Everything in this house belongs to you...

whisky and women included.

You got drunk and fell asleep.

Of course you couldn't have known that the gas lamp was faulty.

Bye, Ernesto.

And sorry.

Ernesto!

That's better.

Come on.

Come on, you can do it. Idiot.

Hello.

Francesca?

It's Andrea.

Ernesto...

I feel the duty to inform you that the "idiot of the roses" is me.

Francesca and I love each other.

It might seem a bit strange, out of fashion...

but it can happen that—

What is this prank?

This "prank", as you say, was handed to me half an hour ago by a delivery boy.

I must have gone mad, Francesca.

I think so too.

If I hadn't recognised your handwriting on the envelope. Nice idea, that.

Let me talk, shut up!

Ernesto is here at the house, I tried to kill him.

- To what! - To kill him, understand!

Get over here, hurry!

- Listen, if this is another one of your tricks— - Move it! Quick!

He's freezing.

He'll get a good night's sleep now.

I'll take him to the guest room in the morning.

I'll phone Giovanni for peace of mind.

I lost my head when he told me you hadn't left, that you slept at...

his place.

Why didn't you leave?

Because Giovanni, at the last moment, phoned me to say he had an urgent operation.

Nothing happened. Absolutely nothing.

Poor Ernesto.

Let's let him sleep.

Good night, Andrea.

Good night, Francesca.

Good morning. Delivery service. There's a package for you.

Sign here, please.

Thank you.

Where's Ernesto?

- He's not— - No!

His car's not there.

The hangover has passed, Andrea.

I didn't want to wake you.

You were sleeping like a baby...

and I vaguely remember that last night I must have given you a lot to do.

I came home. I thought I'd find Francesca there...

but Francesca wasn't there.

I found this thing under a table.

What do you want me to tell you?

Take her back, Andrea.

If she agrees.

Do you remember, Andrea, how our friendship was born?

We realised, bit by bit, that we loved the same books, the same music...

the same paintings, the same theatre.

Why shouldn't we also have loved the same woman?

It's a pity that there is only one Francesca.

Everything would have been easier if there were two the same.

Exactly the same.

I hope that I will see you every now and then.

You'll invite me to dinner sometimes.

That's all I ask. A second "exchange of ideas" will not be necessary.

But don't get distracted, please.

Or someone else, less of a friend than I...

will take her away from you.

And you won't get her back.

Don't get distracted any more, Andrea.

Or I could do something worse.

Much worse than punching you.

Because I will continue to love her.

I've always loved her.

And I always will, understood?

I really don't think I can help it.

Always, Andrea.

Don't forget.

I will always love her.