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SYLVIA COUSKI'S INTRIGUES

A film by Adolfo Arrieta

With...

Costume design...

Director's assistant...

Lightning and sound...

Dubbing mixer...

Laboratory...

Look, I don't know what to do. I'm fed up.

My love life is none of your business!

For goodness sake, listen!

She's making fun of me!

- Listen, I'm telling you... - Listen, darling, it's very...

- ...with you... - I can't stand it either!

I'm off! I'm off!

You know her, don't you?

Of course.

She's Carmen.

But what is it about?

My ex-husband, a sculptor, will throw a birthday party. You'll attend.

Around 11 you'll go to his workshop.

There you'll see his plastic-made Carmen. You'll take her out of the window.

I'll wait for you in the car.

And then?

You'll go back to the party.

You'll talk to him...

You'll comfort him...

And you'll suggest him to exhibit Carmen in person,

instead of exhibiting her sculpture.

My theft will be meaningless

unless he comes to this conclusi�n.

- What about me? - You'll win at the horse races.

My first husband used to have stables,

so nobody knows better than me about the life of horses

and their handling, which has nothing to do with that of men.

I know jockeys as well.

A jockey was the reason for my divorce.

Hello?

It's for you, Carmen.

Hello?

Yes I am.

Who are you?

Cuksy. Couski? Couski.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Yes, I remember.

Really? You can't find my bill?

Obsessed?

Yes, yes.

A party?

Your birthday?

In your house? In ten days?

But it's long until that.

Well, you know, I never know what I'm going to do.

A surprise?

Tell me.

Ok, I'll go.

Yes, yes, give me your address.

Yes.

Pompe!

Bye!

He's going to show me a surprise.

Here is the surprise!

It has disappeared! It's impossible! It was here less than an hour ago!

What was it about?

A sculpture. A sculpture depicting you.

How could someone do something like that?

Let's search for it.

No, it's useless. Someone has stolen it.

- But who could do such a thing? - She.

I'm sure she's behind it. Again shel

But who is “she”?

My ex-wife.

I have to find it!

It was my most beautiful work. It was wonderful.

I made it for my next exhibition.

Carmen, Carmen... I'm fucked! I have no evidence!

There's nothing I can do!

A fortune-teller told me I'd soon loose an earring

at a cocktail-party.

Carmen, will you go?

- You go, Carmen... - One minute.

I'm sure it's for you, anyway.

Couski...

Come in.

Ill be right with you.

Couski...

I'll be right with you.

- Hi. - Hi, Carmen.

- So? - Nothing!

I've phoned her a thousand times, but she doesn't answer.

I've asked all her friends, but they don't know anything.

And the opening will take place in two weeks.

Be patient.

It's easy to say that. If you knew her as much as I do...

Why do we always have to talk about her?

She might have nothing to do with this story.

She's always involved in whatever happens to me.

And now, she has stolen my sculpture.

Up to now she's never bought any sculpture! Why...?

And why precisely yours?

Leave your wife alone.

Just ignore her, Couski.

You'll find the solution to your exhibition.

I think I've already found one, but...

But you should agree about it.

Tell me.

What if I exhibited you

instead of your sculpture?

How odd...

Last night I dream exactly about that...

So?

This is complete madness.

- It's a gorgeous idea. - Would you accept it?

Couski...

What a question!

Carmen, you've saved my life.

You'll be my most successful work.

The most loved,

maybe the most expensive.

You're wonderful.

"Couski exhibits Carmen”,

that will be the name of the exhibition.

Without the theft, you wouldn't have got such a brilliant idea.

It was a wonderful friend of mine who suggested it.

I didn't get that idea on my own.

And you have dreamt about it too.

I don't know how to express my gratitude.

Be grateful to your wife.

My ex-wife.

She doesn't exist anymore.

I'm going to get dressed.

Look, a Brazilian collector.

He's a very good friend of Sylvia Couski.

What's he doing here?

It's nice here.

Will you invite me?

I'd like to know who has invited you.

Carmen, of course. She's adorable.

We've become very good friends.

But why are you pulling a face? I've only come here to congratulate you.

Thank you.

- You should be happy. - I am happy.

- Does it upset you? - No.

But you don't seem very glad.

I think this time your dirty trick has been successful.

What dirty trick?

I wonder what you're plotting right now.

It's for your own good, darling, as usual...

And for my own good as well.

- I'll be leaving soon. - Are you going to the moon?

No.

I'm sorry.

I get so flustered by your presence, that I don't know what I say anymore.

- With whom are you leaving? - Why?

- Just like that. - Just like that?

Once and for all, you'd better understand

that it's you who follows me.

Yes, you!

You made me your goddess,

your daughter, your muse or your witch according to your whims.

I'll never fall into your traps again.

I'm someone new, someone you don't know.

I'm sick of taking revenge.

Tough on youl You haven't understood anything.

Now that you're free, go and seek for another woman.

I won't pester you anymore.

That's something I'll never believe.

Rather, you don't want to believe it.

What do you want?

Where am I?

In my bedroom

What a nightmare!

It's not a nightmare anymore.

However, it hasn't finished yet.

Hello?

Hello?

I can't hear anything.

What? Sold?

In the cup of your lips offer me

the most intoxicating poison for appeasing my fever.

Your skin has the odour of those balmy nights

when the voluptuousness we experience

seeks to break its prison.

I'm drawn by your arms and I long for

the rough mark of your embrace.

Offer me the ripe fruit of your mouth

amidst the wild intoxication where reason disappears.

Our bedroom is closed and the curtains

are drawn over the golden panes.

While we feel as if cut off from the worid

a tremor runs down our skin.

You get rid of your clothes,

which distress you as much as regrets.

I could believe in fortune

now that she reveals me your secrets.

In the cup of your lips offer me

the most intoxicating poison for appeasing my fever.

Your skin has the odour of those balmy nights

when the voluptuousness we experience

seeks to break its prison.

I'm drawn by your arms

and I long for

the rough mark of your embrace.

Offer me the ripe fruit of your mouth

amidst the wild intoxication

where reason disappears.

Don't answer. It's him.

He gets me on my nerves.

He doesn't stop for a minute.

Tomorrow you'll give him the statue back.

You'll go inside through the same window.