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THE YEAR OF THE JELLYFISH

BASED ON THE NOVEL

"THE YEAR OF THE JELLYFISH" BY C. FRANK

SONGS PERFORMED BY NINA HAGEN

Not yet. Not before noon.

You're sleeping?

Vic called.

He wants us to take us to lunch at "Le 80." You coming?

I don't know.

I'm thirsty.

What can I get you?

I'm trying to last until noon at least.

I'm going swimming.

Already?

How is it going, Salome?

What happened? Did you fall out of bed?

I never made it to bed. This is Dorothy.

Hi, your name's Salome?

No.

If you want to have lunch, reserve.

There is an arrival of tourists.

No, thanks. We're having lunch at "Le 80".

How are you doing?

- Who's that? - I don't know.

Are we going to eat? It's too hot.

Ten minutes.

At 30, you'll be an old, wrinkled, dried up thing.

Too bad.

Hey, it's Guttaz.

Do you know how lucky you are?

Two Oranginas?

- It's been paid for. - Oh, really? By whom?

- Nice, but... - They want to eat with you?

- I'll do it. - Wait...

- Yeah? - Maybe.

- Okay? - Okay.

What do you mean maybe?

You'd rather eat fries on the public beach?

What are you doing?

I didn't know. You should have told me.

Buddy, I can't tell you anything.

You should ask me first. Understand?

Okay.

You buy them drinks and you let me handle it.

Get it?

I'm listening.

- A beer and fries. - Two.

Nice going with your "maybes".

Cut it out, will you?

First year we came here, there was absolutely nothing.

The bay was such a beauty!

Yes, dad. The commoners have seized your paradise.

So, why come back?

I ask myself.

- To pick up girls. - Come on, Chris!

She's right. For the memories, too.

Tell us about your friend, the politician's wife.

- Lolotte? - Oh no!

My son doesn't think it's funny.

Well, how about going to the casino tonight?

- Don't count me in. - I'll go.

- You're not legal. - I can use a fake ID.

You can lend me one of your granny dresses.

Thank you.

You want to play?

Win.

Miss? Sorry, we borrowed your newspaper.

That's all right. We read it. Keep it.

Come on. What about my recipe cards!

You never use them.

Peter Casteline, my wife, Barbara.

Chris Riveaut. My mother.

Nice to meet you.

You going swimming?

No. I'm tanning.

- See you then. - See you.

No. Hey, look! Not like that.

Go get the ball.

Go hard with the racket. It's all in the shoulder.

- I am useless, you know. - No, no, no.

Look at the movement. You have to follow through.

Don't panic. I'm coming. I'll help you later.

Let's start over.

- Cream please. - Here it is.

- Feeling better? - I'm all right.

- Here, drink this. - What is it?

Gin Fizz. Exceptional.

Without my wife here, that was bound to happen.

- Thank you. - Is it true what they say?

- What? - That a jellyfish stung you.

I'm giving a 6:00PM press conference at the bar.

Will that be all right?

I don't know if I can make it.

Who's she?

- A bimbo. - Thanks. That much I could see.

Yes?

Twenty minutes. Okay?

No problem. You're coming?

- We're coming. - Did you make the decision, Vic?

No, he did. I think he feels he has to watch his father.

He wants to be with you since he's unloaded his father on you.

What a pain!

I'm old.

Cut the bull.

Yes, yes, I'm old.

Inside.

Come on, you're only 38...

It doesn't matter... I'm scared.

I'm scared I won't know when to give up.

Will you tell me when it's time?

I'll tell you.

But what's wrong with you tonight?

I don't know.

Another one, please

It's Claude!

Mr. Guttaz!

Is Pierre here?

Is he working?

- Do you know Romain? - I've seen him around.

You're Salome's mother, aren't you?

Seems you were stung by a jellyfish...

Let me see...

- It will never go away. - Yes, I know.

You don't care. You're right.

Can I dance with your mother?

With whoever you want. But not me.

Of course!

Let's go, my dear lady.

I'm going back. Can you keep them for me?

- That's a waltz? - And so?

Do you know Guttaz well?

- I know his vices. - Then you know him well.

The Guttaz labs aren't just a matter of sex!

And you? Do you know him well?

Not his vices, not his virtues.

My husband has done business with him.

I think he respects him.

- And where's your husband? - In Paris.

Poor guy.

Oh, not at all.

He does not know how to relax.

Why did you want to dance with me?

- Stupid question? - Yes.

May I know why you call my daughter Salome?

No, you may not.

First your husband, now your daughter...

I don't like dancing with more than one person at a time.

- You forgot about Guttaz. - I haven't forgotten anyone.

I used him to meet you.

I can't count him among the intruders.

You did what?

Later.

Where's the other one?

Here it is.

Sleep tight.

Strange guy, that Romain.

He's a pimp.

- A what? - A pimp!

Don't exaggerate. He's certainly a wolf...

He picks them up off the beach, and supplies.

Supplies? What?

Yes, at the harbor, in the villas... You know, a pimp!

And how do you know that?

Everybody knows.

I thought you stopped...

Me too.

Can't you sleep?

Never before dawn.

Really.

Since when?

For a couple of years.

And you?

I don't know.

I'm nervous.

Call a taxi for her, and that's it.

I'll take the train!

I'll take the train! It's full of hoods on Sunday nights.

It's full of hoods on Sunday nights.

Let's give her a ride.

Sure.

- Vic'll drop us off first, then her. - It's nice of you, but she can...

- Vic'll drop us off first, then her. - It's nice of you, but she can... Hurry, or you'll miss your plane.

Hurry, or you'll miss your plane.

Well. Goodbye.

You can turn the radio on, if you want.

No, thank you.

Very well.

Did you want to take the train for a special reason?

- No, no. - Did you want to go back alone?

On your right, a little further down.

You'd rather that no one sees me?

I have to go.

- Hello, hello. - It's me.

- Who's "me"? - Vic.

Hi. I thought you were with my parents...

I'm calling from the restaurant.

Really. Did Mom forget something?

No, no.

Hello.

Chris?

Yes?

Will I see you again?

If you come up later and I haven't gone to bed...

I've got to go now.

You better not tell your mother I called.

Okay.

And you, Vic?

Excuse me?

He was daydreaming... Is she pretty, at least?

Coffee, brandy?

The bill.

The bill.

Let's have a nightcap at home...

All right, but quickly.

Poor fellow... Is he really deaf?

- Oh yes, definitely. - He's old.

Well, on the other hand, it gives us more rest...

- And how's Chris? - Fine.

Better than last year, anyway.

Kids always have a bad year. For Christine, it was 8th grade.

I'm going to the john, and then we'll go.

- Hi. - Hello.

This us Tani. She's a senorita.

I'm a senior!

She really is impossible sometimes. Let's go.

Whose room is this?

Whose room is this? Tani's. Well, when she's in Paris.

Tani's. Well, when she's in Paris.

Everything was set, and then she got mad.

Maybe she won't like me being here with you.

Of course she won't!

Have you gone crazy?

- I didn't think you'd do that. - Do what?

And there's only cold water in this shitty place!

I thought that...

I mean, I thought you...

I need my mother's permission for the pill.

That's not so easy...

Oh, shit. It's freezing!

I'm sorry.

Yes?

It's me. Can you come over?

- Where? - To my place.

They're out.

Well, I'll try.

I've got to go to the office for a file.

Now?

They've made the meeting Monday.

I won't be ready otherwise.

I'll be back in 45 minutes.

Where are they?

At the theater.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You regret it?

Maybe.

I wonder if in a couple of years, there'll be something left

of all this, of if you'll have blotted it all out.

Why blot it out?

I don't know.

Like that, I wonder...

You're so serious!

It can't be the first time?

It is.

Really?

I'm not like that.

I've always hated men... who do this.

Why?

Because of your father?

Oh, Dad!

No...Nobody's called.

Who? Okay... I'll tell him if he calls.

I'm just reading.

Is it intermission now?

Okay. Kiss you.

No...not a man!

I don't like it...

That's not what you said!

That's what I meant.

Tani? That was it, the senorita?

I don't give a shit about her.

I can't stand being caged in. Can't do this or that...

"What are you doing? Writing?"

"You'll call me Sunday? Do you love me?"

"Let me look at you..."

"Yes, I'll stay with you and listen to you piss."

"You're me, my daughter, all I never had."

I'm fed up! Really fed up!

You lack love, but you could have a bit of compassion at least!

Look who's talking!

Your wife called last week.

- When? - Wednesday.

That's why I couldn't call you.

Did she speak with Marianne?

Yes. Or rather no.

She hung up when I promised not to see you anymore.

Your wife must be waiting for you.

Claude called me.

She's upset...

Why?

It's between us...

She made me promise I wouldn't tell...

The girl is pregnant!

Chris? Are you kidding?

Only 16. Can you imagine...?

It's a good thing we don't have girls.

What's she going to do?

What everyone does! What do you want her to do?

And who's the father?

No one knows. She won't talk about it.

It must be another kid.

What do you think?

With or without?

Without.

What are you doing here?

Get in.

- You're smoking now? - Yes.

I know everything.

Feel better?

Why didn't you tell me?

What for?

- I could have... - No, nothing.

I had to tell my mom. Besides, it's better this way.

Why?

Like that.

You're angry, aren't you?

That's it, Vic.

Next time, I'll only be your friend's daughter.

Don't try to look at me or follow me, or talk to me...

Don't call or write to me, okay?

Just drop me off here. I'll take the train.

Listen...

It's better this way.

Come on, don't make such a face.

Regards to your wife!

I've been looking for you everywhere!

Really?

- Of course. - Your bike is so cool.

It's cool all right, but it's not mine. Get on.

Champagne?

Wow! You've got an extra sensory sense of observation!

Did you ever wonder at night...

if you'd ever see the sun again?

- No. - No?

I did. It's my Viking side.

Did you know Vikings thought the earth was flat?

That's why they did not sail at night or in foggy weather.

Why's that?

They would drop anchor and get drunk.

- To forget about their fear. - Fear of what?

The fear of the void.

I don't see what that has to do with us.

It's better that way.

What are you thinking about?

A friend.

A friend?

He's a great guy.

Guttaz, from the labs. I told you about him.

The guy on the beach?

Do you see the boat over there?

Where I can see the light?

- Do you know why it's lit up? - No.

Because he can't sleep.

You know why?

No.

He's can't sleep because he's lonely.

Really.

You know what we're going to do?

You're going to see him.

Me?

What am I going to tell him?

That I sent you.

Do it for me.

You don't object, do you?

Will I see you after?

Of course!

Yes?

It's late, isn't it?

Or early. What's the matter?

An idea.

I'm listening.

Breakfast on the port at dawn.

No.

Then I'm coming up.

No, not that either.

That's enough.

- But I'm downstairs! - So what?

Well, nothing, it's dumb.

Sorry you came for nothing.

- Can I go back to sleep now? - It's out of the question.

Just hang up, but you won't sleep.

I could call the hotel management.

Yes, you could.

But you won't.

Well? Hello?

Here's an idea. Be positive for once.

We don't know each other. How's that for an idea?

Very bad, unsatisfying, negative, cowardly.

- Cowardly? - Cowardly.

- I'm coming up. - No.

We're going in circles. This booth is stuffy.

Nobody's forcing you to stay.

- I'm coming up for five minutes. - No.

- One minute. - Neither.

15 seconds

What good will that do you?

To see you.

We saw each other earlier.

Alone.

No.

I've had it.

I've had it. Me too.

Me too.

Let's drop it.

15 seconds.

Not one more.

Are you satisfied?

Have you ever wondered at night...

if you would see the sun again?

No.

I have. It's my Viking side.

The Vikings thought the earth was flat.

What are you?

What do you mean?

I mean, what do you do?

Oh, yes.

Well?

Your 15 seconds have elapsed.

What I do has nothing to do with you.

What do you mean, nothing?

You're too old.

That's nice.

They left with the current. Look how beautiful it is!

Jellyfish come and go.

Go ahead. It's all clear right now.

Thank you.

- Slept well, Aldo? - Alone.

- Sorry. - Don't be.

- What do you want? - A coffee.

Go to the restaurant for a coffee.

Please, my dear Aldo.

Stop it! I'm not in the mood.

Can you give me a ride. I don't have a car.

Thank you.

At last.

I invited the Germans to lunch. Are you coming?

Plus Vic and Marianne.

I'm not hungry.

I bought some fruit.

I'll take your diets seriously when you stop the scotch.

What were you doing with Kalides?

His name is Kalides?

I gave him a ride. He's Greek?

Can you handle Vic? He's pulling a long face.

It's about time.

How're you doing?

Very well. Isn't that right?

Happy. Happy to have lunch with you.

Isn't that right.

Tell me about yourself.

Who are they?

Germans. I don't know.

Aren't they cute?

Waiter, may I have a Kir?

Chris took it as a duty

to share herself with others.

She knew giving oneself is an image,

and that's what one gives.

She carefully studied the tool for this sort of giving:

the promise.

Excuse me.

She couldn't imagine at the end of this meal,

as she was showing off her art,

that this year there was a shadow looming over her.

Yet she felt the danger. And the danger had a face...

If one can call satisfaction the feeling coming from missing

a target but killing everyone around,

then Chris could be proud of being satisfied.

Here it is.

Very good!

Yes, quite. Are you coming swimming?

How are they doing?

Not great.

It's hard at first. It took Jerome a week.

It would take Jerome a week even with a girl in bed.

You're so mean.

I'll be back.

Slow down, you bastard!

Slow down, you bastard! You're right, you're right.

You're right, you're right.

Here. Jean-loup will take it tonight.

Aldo, what the hell are you doing?

My girlfriend and I have been waiting 20 minutes.

- What do you want? - A short scotch.

Make it two.

Thank you.

Because I trapped you?

Your frankness is refreshing.

I am a very refreshing guy!

To us!

For what?

To us!

Did a client order an old bag?

You should've listened: I didn't say "old", I said "too old."

So we're dealing with an unselfish move.

I dare say, not professional.

- Calm down. - I am very calm.

- You're totally hyper! - Not at all.

Blood pressure at 240 pulse at 180. As for adrenaline...

Too bad. I want it too much. I'm going to kiss you.

Are you crazy or what?

Nine, tonight at Fernand's?

If I shave, will she come?

No.

Yes she will. She will come.

Who will come where?

Stop. You're going to get me wet.

Answer.

Stop it Salome. I'm talking to your mother.

Why do you call her Salome?

Why do you call her Salome? Ask her.

Ask her.

He won't tell me either.

Dad's on the phone.

What?

Your husband, Pierre Riveault. Know him?

Couldn't you have said something earlier?

What do you want with my mother?

Go build sandcastles.

I'm overage. I play other games.

I know.

Don't you want to play?

John the Baptist lost his head over this.

Never heard of him.

Where will you be tonight?

Not with you.

What are you doing?

I'm giving you a hard on.

Are you feeling anything? No. So go build a sandcastle!

I saw Jean-Marc and Pamela. They send their love.

And... That's all.

When is he coming?

Chris is asking when you are coming.

Okay. Kiss you, bye.

- When is he coming? - He doesn't know yet. Soon.

Why this sudden interest in your father?

Need your daddy?

At least he didn't break it.

I'd like to see you try.

Not too far. We're leaving in an hour.

One hour. Already.

We've hardly seen each other.

- I don't understand. - What?

What you want.

You.

Are you sure?

Still so serious.

Shall we see each other tonight?

I don't know.

Eleven? Here?

That's smart! What am I going to look like now?

You look fine.

Will you come?

Go swim. It will "cool" you off.

Wow. You're so dark!

No flattery.

I'm serious, you're gorgeous!

Is it true you want to go back to work?

Well, the children are big now, I'm a bit bored...

It's a good idea. You should do it.

Please don't give me that old story again.

But it's what I think...

Feeling better?

What was wrong?

He was a bit too hot.

He won't come.

How do you know?

He called.

Called who?

Aldo.

Why didn't Aldo tell me?

He told me.

Why you? Why didn't he ask for me?

Don't worry.

Leave me alone.

Leave some for the others.

Why, are you paying for it?

Are you home?

Yes?

What's that?

What's what?

The white jacket.

You're going out? Where?

To Lamotte's. - Again?

He invited some people over. I said we would go.

I'm not going. What people?

A writer, I think, and a doctor.

Count me out. I'm going to change.

So.

Is it your first time here?

You're kidding. I'm here all the time.

Really.

I'm his daughter's godfather.

Whose?

Fernand's. When I first met her she was that high.

Now, she's a real little lady.

Can you help me with my button here?

Am I scaring you?

Am I scaring you? Completely.

Completely.

Must be my old age.

It intimidates me.

Thank you.

I'm glad you're here.

What?

Nothing.

I didn't think you would come.

Why?

It wouldn't be the first time.

What do you mean?

Forget about it.

Chris, it was you who...

I know it was me!

I took the first steps. I even spared you the breakup.

Was I a sucker!

Listen, Chris. It wasn't going anywhere.

It was hopeless.

I would've followed you if you'd given me the chance...

No. Not here.

Not like that.

What did you tell your wife?

That I was seeing a business acquaintance.

Do you think she believed you?

Yes.

Anyway, she'll be busy with my mother and the others.

Your mother?

Yes. She's at your place.

No.

What do you mean "no"?

She's isn't at the villa. Not tonight.

Why?

Did you think she was coming over?

It doesn't matter. You should go home.

We have all the time in the world.

I'll call you. Come on.

- Can I drive you home? - No, I borrowed a Moped.

Think of me!

No, no, no. I recognized the child.

First, he was handsome, and then...

You don't worry about details...

You can't refuse a child.

This was before or after the poker game?

Before. That was when I was riding motorcycles.

In Sardinia?

Well, yes... In Sardinia.

And you sold the bikes to buy the laundromat in Dijon?

I sold the laundromat to buy the bikes!

I had won the laundromat...

At poker?

At poker. It's that simple.

Yes. Very simple.

Where's that boat?

Over there, the Alauna III.

There is a detail that I don't get.

The Thai woman you married in Stockholm.

Yes.

Where did you meet her?

In Paris.

While you were in law school?

Let's drop it. I hate to talk about myself.

Here. Look.

Well.

Having scruples?

- No, I thought... - Yes?

No, nothing.

What are you doing?

What are you doing? We're not staying here.

We're not staying here.

We're not?

It was her.

Excuse me?

It was Salome at the harbor.

So, should I take you back?

No.

We're staying here.

Are you planning to stay so far away all night?

No. Not at all.

I intend to come closer discretely during the conversation.

Forget discretion and the conversation.

What are you thinking about?

You wouldn't believe me.

Say it anyway.

My mother.

She used to say about love:

"The more I see, the less I understand how one

can waste time and find pleasure in this orifice business!"

Yeah. Is she dead?

Yeah, yeah.

A long time ago.

Tell me, you weren't here last year?

Yes, but on another beach.

Besides, I spent two months in the hospital.

- An accident? - No. A wasp.

What?

I'm hyperallergic. Stung twice in one year,

and it's directly into the oxygen tent!

That stinks.

That's the way it is.

Do you see the boat over there?

It's Terzian's boat.

The one all lit up?

It's lit up because he can't sleep.

Do you know why he can't sleep?

Because he's alone?

- Let's skinnydip! - You wouldn't dare.

No. I wouldn't.

Shall I walk you back to your car?

I don't think so.

I suppose this is it...

Are you telling or are you asking?

It's hard for me to go.

Not easy, huh?

Thank you.

Let's have breakfast together, for a change!

That's nice of you.

I ordered American style:

Eggs, sausages, cereal, pancakes, maple syrup.

I don't know if I can.

I don't know if I can. You will! It's known that French breakfast isn't nourishing.

You will! It's known that French breakfast isn't nourishing.

Is there coffee, at least?

Yeah.

Your dinner finished late?

There was no dinner.

- Really? - No.

The guests canceled. Pass the sugar...

Marianne called.

They must've lost her message at the desk.

That stinks. You should complain.

That stinks. You should complain. Anyway, I left, and guess who I happened to meet at the harbor?

Anyway, I left, and guess who I happened to meet at the harbor?

Who?

Romain.

Kalides?

With his pals?

No, alone.

He's never alone.

He was then. Are there any croissants?

Eggs, sausages, or pancakes.

Pancakes. Don't put anything on them.

- Just a little... - No, nothing.

Plain pancakes! Then what?

He invited me to have dinner.

He's funny, that guy.

Yeah.

Did you know he has an allergy problem?

Everybody knows it. Wasps.

He spent some time in the hospital for that last year.

You knew him last year?

Longer than that.

Two years.

He used to go to Colombe and he water-skied at "L'ile Rouge."

That was the year before last.

Really?

Everybody kids him about the wasps.

He freaks out when he sees one far away.

Imagine how he feels about the jellyfish.

When one's been spotted, he won't go in the water for days.

Poor guy.

Yeah.

You want your sausage?

No way. Be my guest.

Can't you use a fork and knife?

Yes.

You're going to see him again?

See whom?

I don't know. Why?

I don't know.

Is the old bag sleeping?

Yes.

Didn't you sleep enough last night?

That must be it, yes.

Are we going to lunch?

Yes.

But not right now.

I called dad.

- When? - Just now.

Why?

I wanted to.

Does it bother you?

No. Where did you call him from?

From the restaurant.

He'll try to come.

Great!

Shall we have lunch together?

With Romain.

Do you know that you are beautiful?

- Too fat. - That's not true.

Isn't she gorgeous?

Of course!

- People speak French here. - Okay.

You're eating lunch with us.

- Yes, but... - No "buts".

Couples mustn't be alone all the time.

Mom, this nice little couple is joining us for lunch.

Fine.

Whatever the conversation,

Whatever the conversation, Chris made sure that Barbara got all the attention,

Chris made sure that Barbara got all the attention,

Weaving a dialogue between Barbara and... Romain,

and then disengaging to start another with her mother,

skillfully including Peter.

She managed to create a separation,

dividing the table into two bubbles

cut from each other

into which only Chris could come and go as she pleased.

At first, Romain let her.

Then he started to destroy her work.

A sort of duel started, with no obvious hostility

and hardly even looked at each other.

Then Romain got the upper hand,

and imposed himself, and Chris stopped talking.

She'd fight anything,

except the reason that'd led her to fight.

Romain would've won easily,

Romain would've won easily, if Chris hadn't had an unexpected ally.

if Chris hadn't had an unexpected ally.

They were lined up in their full uniforms...

They casted off the moorings...

Then a guy came by... The ugliest onboard...

And then...

That's fine.

It's not a big deal, just ask for ice.

Romain's laughter swept everything away:

the links, the separations, the complicity...

Nothing was left. In other words: even score!

I'm having dinner tonight.

With whom?

Jacques Monestier.

Who's that?

He works with dad.

When did that happen?

Earlier.

Point him out to me.

He left.

He had a date at "Le 80."

Oh, yes.

You showered without your top?

Yes. Why?

Nothing.

- Mom. - Yes.

You remember what you asked me the other night?

That I should tell you when it's time...

To hang it up.

Yes.

I remember and so...

I think it's time.

Well, thanks anyway.

You're welcome.

Hey, are you doing anything tonight?

- Nothing special. - I'm taking you out.

With Madame your mother?

The queen mother is busy tonight.

I'm inviting you. 8:30 at the hotel?

Dress nice. We're going clubbing afterwards.

And we'll have fun, I promise.

There.

You're divine!

Really? I thought on the beach you meant...

Come on, I was joking.

Not many women your age look that good.

It's true. I'm proud of you.

- Listen. - Yes.

You're acting weird this year.

- Tense. - No, I'm fine.

Go. You're going to be late.

Hurry. Don't keep Mr. Monestier waiting.

What are you going to do?

Don't worry about me.

I'll take you back to your hotel.

Not bad!

Cozy little pad.

How's the bed?

Are you waiting to kick me out?

Is that what you want?

No, it's what you want.

Why are you standing there?

You see, Chris isn't very stable.

Last year, for instance,

She had a good year at boarding school

and could've gone back to high school in Paris.

Everything was fine.

Then Howard died.

Then Howard died. Howard?

Howard?

The dog.

He was old and deaf. He farted terribly...

Then one night, we found him dead.

I mean, Chris found him.

What's weird is that Chris never really took care of him.

She never walked him like other kids do...

Will you stop?

Little by little, she calmed down.

- How do you do it? - What do you mean?

- Make it so often... - It's my job.

Go on.

You're a swine!

This proves that she's more sensitive than we think.

And more secretive too.

Why are you smiling?

You don't understand anything about anything!

What do you mean?

She's my daughter. I know her better than you.

No.

Hello?

Hello? - Hypocrite!

Hypocrite!

Excuse me?

You knew it was me.

Yes.

Are you alone?

No.

Is it your wife, or are you cheating on me?

My father.

Kiss him for me.

Tell him I love him, will you?

No.

Bastard! You shit of a married man! I'm coming.

- But... - No "buts". I'm coming!

See you at the chapel. Like in the novels.

I'll be wearing a cape without anything underneath.

- When? - In 20 minutes.

Talk to me about me.

What?

Do you love me?

Yes.

So tell me you love me.

What's the matter?

You don't want to answer me?

No.

You wouldn't like the answer.

Me neither.

Something wrong?

Yes, very!

What if we got married?

We'd have children.

They be even more beautiful and intelligent than yours...

We would have a garden, and dogs, too.

How about it?

Okay, I'm going.

Why?

I'm leaving you.

I'm leaving you to your wife, your children,

your father, to your villa, to your shitty comfort,

and your shitty life!

I don't get it...

So much the better,

Actually, it's better you understand:

If I'd wanted, you would've left them.

Your wife, your children, everything.

I would've blown hot and cold, used tears and sex.

I would've blown hot and cold, used tears and sex. I'd have cracked you like a nut!

I'd have cracked you like a nut!

It's easy. You're weak!

You don't know what you want.

I'm only 18, but I'm older than you.

Because no one ever dictated my dreams.

I make them all by myself, like a big girl.

I turned you on the other day just like that.

Just to see if you'd learned anything.

But you hadn't!

You got old. You brought the money home.

You just stayed nice and warm in your cozy little life.

I only had to do that... and you jumped!

Apart from that, your hands are soft

and you're good at caressing.

Good-bye.

Do you hate me?

No.

Then I haven't been any use to you!

You were waiting for me?

Dad's arriving at 10. We'd better get some sleep.

- Are you happy, then? - Very.

- Aren't you? - What a question!

Did you have a good time?

Not too bad.

- How about Mr. Monestier? - Nice man.

But a bit boring.

You're alone? My father's here.

Glued to the phone. He'll be there all day.

- He left. - Who?

This morning... We were in a bad way,

this morning, because of...

You shouldn't have!

Peter wanted...

What's the matter, dear?

Peter wanted us to leave for Germany right away.

And I said no.

And then?

He thought that...

He shouted a lot... His suitcase, his money... I don't know.

Why didn't you want to go with him?

Come on. Tell me.

By the way. I forgot to ask Chris...

What?

Why did she call me?

- You'll know where to find me. - Aldo!

- Give me a strong scotch! - Are you nuts?

It's not for me, idiot!

Tell me. Why did you call me?

I wanted to see you. Is that illegal?

- I hope you'll go swimming at least. - When?

It's up to you!

Here.

I'm going back. I'll take the plane in Nice.

I'll be there before him.

Sure, why not...

But maybe it's not as simple as that...

What?

No. Nothing.

What do you mean?

You really think he left because of last night?

Don't you think it might be an excuse?

An excuse for what?

For leaving you.

Those last three days he followed me everywhere.

To the restaurants, the shops, the bar.

But why?

He told me he didn't love you anymore,

but didn't know how to tell you.

So he asked me to arrange it all.

He said he would see me again in Paris.

When I refused, he said by then you'd be separated.

I'm sorry. I didn't want to tell you,

but maybe you'd better know before you take the next plane.

- Let's eat... - Barbara is eating with us.

Very well.

What's wrong with her?

Nothing. It will pass.

We called their hotel. They'd never left!

Not only did we miss our plane,

but we had to sleep in the airport!

That's what they all say!

What?

Nothing.

I'm happy you're here.

Really? You seem surprised.

A little. Yes.

- Hard times for him! - Who's that?

Our local pimp.

Do you know them, his customers...?

The Nucci brothers, Mona von Stutz, the Enzo widow...

Copper and nickel.

I've heard that they're getting control of the group's majority.

Mrs. Rivault, there's a call for you.

I can't believe they left like that!

The house seems empty suddenly...

Do you want to have dinner with us?

I don't know. Peter's just arrived.

I'll ask him. Hold on.

Vic and Marianne just left. I think he feels a little lonely.

Tonight, it's just the two of us!

Okay.

Some other time. Bye, Claude.

- Are you okay? - My dear Mrs. Rivault...!

Can I kiss you?

No.

I thought you wanted a cheap thrill...

Don't push it. I've got what I need.

Shall I introduce you?

It's not necessary.

- Three coffees. - That's about time.

- Here. - Shit. You have nothing smaller?

No, I haven't.

Do you miss me?

No.

Well, then, I'm going.

Bye.

I kiss you...

I suck you!

Here. I took your tab off it.

Are you off you're rocker? That's not my money!

You're right. That'll make their coffee 15 a cup.

- They'll never notice - You're right.

Do you want to meet them?

No! They look like moth-eaten corpses!

The more you know them, the less you like them.

Yes.

Yes, what?

I miss you.

I was looking for you.

No kidding! It's a national holiday! Open a bottle!

No sarcasm. First, you don't know.

Second, I was working for you.

What do you mean?

Friends who want to meet you.

Come, I'll introduce you.

I was waiting for you.

So?

Nothing. Just to check it out.

- Check what out? - That we're going out tonight.

I'm not free.

You'll have to cancel. We're going out tonight.

Or else?

Or else, I tell my father everything.

I don't care.

You could use this as an alibi.

Alibi for what?

For you.

Just tell yourself, "I'm going with the daughter..."

"to protect the mother and not because I want to."

I want to go out with the daughter?

Yes.

Cut it out.

No. If you refuse, I'll tell everything. I swear.

You have no other choice, Romain.

10 PM at the Citadel? - Okay.

Is that junk heap yours?

One of my finacées lent it to me.

Another old hag! See you tonight.

While the moon was playing with the rooftops,

the vineyard and the lemon trees,

The jellyfish were creeping in by the thousands.

They invaded the shore with infinite discretion,

like a disciplined choir making for the wings before the curtain.

You thought I wouldn't come, didn't you?

No.

Here.

- Satisfied? - Very!

Where are we going?

Your choice: phantom train, death missile, roller coaster...

I want you to have fun!

Let's go.

Isn't it great? What's next? Come on...

We're leaving.

What's the matter? You're not having a good time?

Not having fun?

Okay. Where do you want to go?

To your boat.

Poor Salome...

Poor Salome who tried everything for the last two years.

She's followed me, she's walked before me,

she's hunted me, she's snubbed me,

she's vamped me! In short, she's been waiting for me.

First, a little Salome of 16, then 17 ...and now 18!

- Still here, beautiful. - Yes.

I told myself, "She'll get tired. She'll get over it..."

But she hasn't gotten over it yet.

No.

I guess not.

So now, what are we going to do?

- Why did you screw my mother? - Because I wanted to.

No.

- I find her attractive. - No.

Tell me the truth.

If you want. Maybe it's time.

The truth is you don't interest me.

And what's more, you can't be of any use to me.

Is that clear? You scare me.

You're so easy to read, so common, so obvious I could cry!

Chris, honey, I know exactly how you'll turn out...

Really? And how will I turn out?

You really want to know?

In a few years you'll be married to a stable, trusting man.

You'll have two kids, a nice apartment,

a maid or two, a pedigree dog, let's say a terrier...

You'll be less beautiful, but smart, classy, boring!

You'll never be as charming and hare-brained as your mother.

Never.

You'll be a wife, a mother, a broken-in social butterfly!

You'll only know power games leaving you as dry as a cracker

And worse of all, beautiful Salome, you'll be happy.

You'll nag your son, if he's bad in math...

You'll dress your daughter at Bonpoint.

The family will spend summers at Ile de Ré...

Your husband will play tennis, sail, and water-ski...

You'll fuck once in a while to keep it together...

But deep inside, you'll like it less and less.

At 40, if you ever meet a guy like me,

you'll spit at him!

I know all this. It's my job to know.

Your job is to fuck women.

So, fuck me!

No!

I love you.

No.

You don't even know how to say it.

If you call me Salome, it must be because I'm like her?

Let's say I just see it that way.

- She danced, didn't she? - Yes, she danced.

Do you know why?

To have a man murdered.

- That was quite short... - Short, but sweet!

What's the matter?

I love you.

Really?

Yes.

It's funny, isn't it?

- Shall I walk you to your car? - No.

And Chris? She must be sleeping...

Let's go see.

Isn't she beautiful?

Yes.

See you soon.

We'll be home in a couple of days.

- Really? - Yes.

Will you call me when you arrive?

- On the beach? - Why not.

If you want.

You won't do it. It doesn't matter.

It stings!

Romain has disappeared.

Really?

They found his boat adrift, on the other side.

He wasn't in it?

No.

He must have done something stupid, and messed up this time.

It's not the first time.

Hi.

- How're you doing? - Fine.

No husband today?

No.

It's that kind of a day!

No swimming. It's full of jellyfish.

I know. What a drag!

Already?

- No news about Romain? - No.

Aldo.

Two cokes, Aldo. Well, my dear.

- We're leaving. - What do you mean?

- We're leaving. I want to. - When?

I don't know. Today. Okay?

Tonight then. I have to do something first.

What?

Something.

Okay, tonight it is. I'll make reservations.

Okay, tonight it is. I'll make reservations. You do that.

You do that.

How are you doing?

Just fine.

This is Barbara. She is very nice.

- Hello. - Hello.

So, coffee, alcohol, Schweppes...?

- Schweppes for me, alcohol for her. - No, thanks.

Don't argue.

- Cognac. - Just what she needs.

Are you coming?

Go. It's 80 degrees in there.

Thank you.

No bathing suits allowed!

Don't be stupid!

Here you are. Tell me what you think.

Very good.

I think so too.

My friend is pretty, isn't she?

Very pretty!

This kind of body doesn't usually have such articulations...

Please.

Generally, it's heftier... Short thighs, low ass...

Stop it!

But here...

Your mother called me earlier.

Really?

Is she better?

Yes. She'll get over it.

We're leaving.

You too?

Us too!

When are you going?

Right away. Tonight.

Mind if Barbara stays a while?

Not at all.

- Let's go. - What's the matter?

Romain's dead.

That's impossible!

Yes, he fell off his boat... I mean...

I don't know.

But that's not what...

A jellyfish!

Oh, shit!

Come on, we'll be late...

Today Chris is married to a young doctor, and has two children.

She is among thousands like her.

She is happy with the banality of her life.

From the events just presented,

there are only two scars left:

one on her right shoulder and one on her left breast.

Subtitling: TITRA FILM