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In three days, the church bells will ring for my wedding.

It'll probably be the happiest day of my life.

I'll finally leave this old house, that's weighed on my mind for so long.

It started with the birth of my sister Marie.

Her birth caused my mother's death. Seeing her, my father forgot all about me.

Transferring to her all his love and tenderness that had been mine.

I hated my sister many long years.

But with time, her charm and the passionate love she had for me,

I forgave her for stealing my father.

And passionately loved her too.

One day, a blond Viking came to our house and changed my life.

Sorry, Professor Whitman?

Yes, that's me. What do you want?

I've just come from your friend, Professor Rosenthal.

I'm preparing a thesis in archaeology, he gave me this letter for you.

Dear old Rosenthal.

I hope your ideas are less crazy than his.

So you're his favourite student? He asks me to help you.

How can I help you?

My thesis is about the ancient civilizations in Madeira.

Be ready for numerous disappointments.

First because there are very few remains of the antiquity.

Additionally, the residents of this island

do not like strangers meddling in our affairs.

Before Arthur, I had only dated a few men, always in secret.

Deep inside I feared my sister's jealousy. She hated everyone who was close to me.

But my passion was fully exposed as soon as I saw Arthur.

He was so naive, so pure, so different from all the boys!

He talked about his work, about all the places he'd visited.

My country is also very beautiful.

Of course the vegetation is different from yours.

And it's covered by snow a third of the year.

In spring, when the snow melts, the numerous lakes are filled.

Then the boys and girls go bathing, completely naked.

At night, they settle around a barbecue and enjoy the food.

Then they sing, chat and make love.

Girls are easy going there, boys like that. But I don't like that at all.

Love is something more important, deeper to me.

What I liked about you, is that when I kissed you for the first time,

I felt that you gave me a piece of your soul with your lips.

You asked me to come? I guess it's about Annette.

I'd already thought about telling you this, but, I've always avoided the subject.

- You opened the doors of your house. - That's completely normal.

Yes, but the bounds that tied me here have changed, and now my heart is taken.

- Annette and I... - You want to get married.

Thank you for making it easier.

Have you really thought about this?

Nowadays, young people rush into hasty and rash decisions.

Such weddings are doomed and don't last long.

I warn you. Anyway, if you're to marry my daughter, it will be in front of God.

Father?

- Father, where are you? - I'm here.

Father.

Annette's wedding... do you think she'll be happy?

Does she really have to marry this stranger?

I feel like neither Arthur's name or nationality interest you.

You're afraid to lose Ana. That's all.

You're right.

I can't...

I can't stand the thought of her leaving me

with a man, a thief!

I understand your feelings, I feel the same way.

The house will be empty without her.

My life will be empty too.

She always was more than a sister to me, she was my mother.

My friend, my playmate.

Come on, it's not that bad.

She'll remain on the island, you'll see her often.

No father, I'll never see her again.

Look, aunt, this is my dress.

- That doesn't look right for you! - I'm fine.

You'll be better with this table. You can put your stuff here.

I'm always afraid of moving your father's furniture,

because he might come and blame me for damaging his 18th century masterpiece.

Your father is a real maniac!

Auntie Adèle, I'd like to thank you for...

for all the love you've given me since mother's death.

Don't speak like that, you know that I've always loved you

as if you were my own daughter, and my favourite.

Now you must think of your wedding and be happy. Forget everything.

Yes.

Of course your going will leave a void.

- But rest assured, I'll watch over them. - Thanks, aunt Adèle.

You're so pretty! You should show it to your sister and father!

You told me that showing the wedding dress would bring misfortune!

- Only to the groom. - I'll go then!

Marie!

Marie, are you there?

Marie? Answer me.

Can you hear me?

Marie, where are you?

Father, father!

Lord, the soul of your daughter Marie rose to You to be judged.

I beg you Lord, forgive this young sinner, as Jesus forgave Mary Magdalene.

Maybe the good deeds she has done help You to have mercy.

So I address this prayer to You, think of her pious actions and her devotion.

Her heart was good and I beg You to absolve her sins.

Lord have mercy upon the sinner, who died of a mortal sin.

At the hour of Your judgement, look at her life, her good deeds and thoughts...

Try to overcome the pain.

Thank you for everything, Arthur.

We gave Marie a decent funeral thanks to you.

It wouldn't have been possible if you had not

persuaded the doctor to record the death as natural.

It was the least I could do. Do you want me to stay with you to keep you company?

No.

Do you know why she did it?

There was no reason.

Annette dear, do you want me to call you in a few days?

No.

Don't call me again, ever.

At least for now.

I understand, we have to delay the wedding. The timing would be unfortunate.

It's not about that. I ask you never to call me again.

Because I no longer wish to marry you.

Don't ask me why.

I don't know myself. I feel a void inside of me.

Don't you think that if we wait maybe...

- It would do no good. - Please Annette, listen!

Arthur, I don't love you.

Believe me, I don't love anyone.

That's true.

You must forgive me, Arthur, if I hurt you, but...

we couldn't bury her this way.

I don't love you.

You have to forget me.

We lived a nice story.

Thank you for everything.

Goodbye.

- Aunt Adèle said you wanted to see me. - Correct.

Father,

I'm going to leave, I can't stay here.

You want to leave?

I can't stand this house any more. Despite how hard it is to leave you,

I have to go. I'll never be happy here again.

Where do you plan on going? Anyway, you have to marry Arthur.

I broke up with Arthur.

- I don't love him any more. - Really?

Yes, it's over. It's better that way.

Then how will you live?

I hope you won't go as far as prostitution.

You can forget that, I'm a pianist and I've a pretty voice. I can live honestly.

Yes probably, you always were independent and stubborn.

What a pity to be alone without my daughter's love at my age!

You're not alone, aunt Adèle will be with you.

Father you have to understand my feelings.

I don't understand anything since Marie's death.

I'll call you soon. I'm leaving. Kisses, Ana.

Well, I'm here.

You wanted to show me your shabby room in a cheap hotel?

Satisfied?

Aren't you afraid of bumping into your wife?

No, she's too busy with her lover.

This reminds me of an old film

I watched at Ciné-Club. Jean Gabin, very young...

pursued by the police, shut himself up in a room as ugly as this one.

Have you seen it?

- I love you. - I asked you a question.

- I love you? - Have you seen that Jean Gabin film?

I only remember your face. Nothing is prettier, and my heart is yours.

My dear, you flirt like an old man.

True love doesn't know age. I love you.

I don't want to sleep with you, Bill.

Why not? I love you and you love me too!

- Why not? - No.

Let me go.

Annette, get ready, you're on in five minutes.

OK.

How are you, Annette?

- Do another refrain, I'll be right back. - Sure.

- How are you, Annette? - Fine.

I see that you know my wife.

Of course, I've already met her.

Coming home after the show?

Can we come with the boys?

Of course. You'll come too I guess?

Yes, but I have no idea what he's plotting.

There are two Brazilian musicians here and I'd like to do a jam session with them.

Don't you think that could be interesting?

Ok. It's a good audience, tonight.

Nothing extraordinary.

See you.

I'm thirsty.

Hey pretty boy, wanna get me a drink?

How are you, Annette?

Not too tired after your performance?

Those musicians are cool, right?

I'm going to tell you a secret.

I love you.

- I already know. - But it's true. I love you.

Why don't we leave? Let's go.

What about her?

Don't worry, she's as pissed as a newt.

She drinks a lot.

She's accustomed to it. She's from Alabama.

She drinks so much!

What's the deal between Alabama and alcohol?

Every one gets as drunk as fuck there.

I'll go to the park.

I'll wait as long as needed. I have to speak to you.

Take the first opportunity to escape. Promise?

OK, I will.

- I'll come when I'm able. - OK.

My Bill...

Bill, honey don't go, I need you.

Don't leave me, Bill.

Come on, leave me alone.

Don't be stupid.

Bill I love you, I desire only you.

Too bad, wrong time! Let me go now!

Annette, can you come to the piano, please?

Come!

Fuck off, leave your seat to Annette.

Bill... I want Bill...

Annette, play us your song, will you?

Annette...

Annette, do you hear me? It's me, Marie.

I'm waiting for you, come with me!

Come blend with me.

I'm waiting for you. Annette, come!

Come, Annette.

You'll taste supreme pleasure by my side.

Come on, leave that piano.

Do you hear me, Annette, darling?

Annette, what are you waiting for?

Don't you hear me?

Come!

Marie...

Annette...

My dear Annette, come.

Come.

Look at me, Annette.

Look closely.

You'll go to him, the one you love.

And you'll strike him!

My dear Annette, don't stop.

Go, go!

You're so cold!

Why are you looking at me like that?

I don't recognise you.

What's happening? Your eyes are so strange.

It can't be, it's not you, the one I love.

Strike, strike!

What's going on?

Calm down.

What's the matter?

Please let me go! It's nothing.

It'll pass.

It's already better.

I sensed a great emptiness in my head.

It's happened before.

Nothing serious.

Here, it's over.

I already feel better now. It's over.

Rest assured, it won't happen again.

- You should play something now. - Yes, something jolly!

Hello?

It's almost two o'clock. Time to wake up.

That depends on what time we go to bed, Michel!

Get up quickly, I want to take you for a meal.

Okay.

Where shall we go?

I don't know. I'll honk my horn so you know where I am.

Hey Michel, you know I'm deaf so honk several times.

Don't worry, you'll hear me. I have a new honk that plays the Marseillaise.

Michel, I'm coming!

Where shall we eat?

It's up to you. Would you like Spanish food, German,

Mexican, Vietnamese, or, simply, French?

Today I would like something exotic.

Your wish is my command, madam.

That will be magnificent. Just imagine...

Medea clad in a long, romantic dress,

and candelabras of gold.

The décor, I think, should remain classical.

Ancient in spirit and shape.

Medea, this work with a tragic romantic theme,

will be shown by me in a romantic light with Greek ruins.

She will wear boots instead of buskins

and a cape in place of her tunic.

I'm proud of this transposition.

- Do you like my ideas? - Yes, very much.

You're not eating? It's delicious!

That must be why you're eating like a pig!

Don't be old fashioned, do like me.

It's better with your hands.

I have the Athenaeum theatre

I have a good budget.

It's delicious.

I like this mix.

It's made of fat and my finger.

Narcissist!

The cast is great too.

I'll have Michel Legrand, playing a scene on a Steinway!

Costumed, he's already chosen. The costumes and sets are there.

Everything is set!

Even the approval of censors, despite the erotic content.

I was afraid they'd force me to change it.

There is just one thing missing:

And that's the most important, primordial thing.

Medea.

I auditioned twenty actresses. None were right for the part.

They are all dumb, or too fat, or too skinny...

I'm in real trouble.

So here it is... you get it, right?

None of them can play this!

Or they're too young, or too old,

or they look like whores.

So I thought that...

No.

I'm just asking you to give it a go!

Listen, it's not complicated.

Pick a scene and we'll rehearse it.

No, no, no. I know what you have in mind.

You're getting carried away by your enthusiasm.

I've never done theatre, and I've never studied drama.

I would be an object of ridicule. And you too.

I'm just asking you to try, nothing else!

Don't you like it?

Think of the opening night. The ovation that will await you, and last till dawn.

And later, when we're alone, we'll celebrate more intimately, in bed!

Idiot! For a moment I thought you were being serious.

I swear I have never been more serious in my life.

No, really.

I'm almost sure...

that you are the solution to all my problems.

Just give it a little try.

If either of us feel it's going wrong, we shall be honest.

So, please, let's give it a try.

Please.

Please.

Please!

- Please! - No!

See, there the theatre is scary. But from here, no.

I like it here.

Alfredo, get me a couch to put here. Quick.

- Come on, quick! - Here it is.

Come, this way.

You lay here, it's your bed.

The Chéophores and the Euménides have spoken.

They have made their predictions.

You know what they represent in Greek theatre?

It's like the cowboys and Indians in the westerns.

Yes, that's almost it.

So they talked to you in your sleep.

And you haven't heard from your husband in years.

You love him. And you say:

Wait, I'll give you the text. Alfredo give it to me.

It's here, you see?

Read it for yourself once or twice.

Take your time and tell me when you're ready.

O benevolent Gods, who have brought our armies, though decimated...

with bayonets, against the Prussian force.

O benevolent Gods, who have brought our armies, though decimated...

fought with bayonets and defeated the Prussians.

And the joy of all those who, like me, await the return of their men.

So, are you ready?

Since thus you acted.

Why did you leave ringing in my ears, the hollow voice whose failure is heard?

- O gods... - Can we go?

So, you got it, it's clear.

So go ahead, say it like you feel it, but don't be overly lyrical.

Here, sit.

O benevolent Gods, who have brought our armies, though decimated...

fought with bayonets and defeated the Prussians.

And the joy of all those who, like me, await the return of their men.

Since thus you acted.

Why did you leave ringing in my ears, the hollow voice whose failure is heard?

In my eyes, the image of absence.

O benevolent Gods,

who have brought our armies, though decimated

fought with bayonets

and defeated the Prussians.

Since this is your will,

And the joy of all those who, like me, await the return of their men.

Since thus you acted.

Why did you leave ringing in my ears, the hollow voice whose failure is heard?

In my eyes, the image of absence.

And in my mouth, the name that my being implores be pronounced...

but whose sound offends the heavens...

This girl is really great!

So get ready to lose your bet and bring me the champagne you promised.

...those heroes, those glorious husbands...

That every woman here waits to hold them in their arms.

- This car is like a benevolent pistol. - Like the gods, right?

People open their eyes wide when they see it.

To curse the ones who gave me life!

Imagine them, pyjamas, nightdresses, curlers?...

Aren't they nice, all those ass-holes that don't know my Medea?

Thanks Michel, you made me discover an unknown world.

- You are like a magician. - I am a magician.

And here is the design that creates the illusion in our hearts.

Thanks to you.

Seriously.

Thank you for being who you are, living in this city.

I thank fate for meeting you, I've been searching for the light for months.

I've run into invisible walls...

Now is the day.

A beautiful sun shines... And me, I return to the theatre.

Now?

Yes, alone, to reflect on everything, imagine.

Medea now has a face... a beautiful face.

That was simply fabulous.

Wonderful, like a nice dream.

See you tomorrow.

Bill didn't come?

You don't know? We called, but you weren't home.

We didn't know how to reach you. You were supposed to come tonight so...

What's going on? What's happened to Bill?

He was killed, last night, in the park.

It must have happened while you were singing.

He was stabbed, the doctors say it was a rare weapon, very old.

An investigation's begun, but there's no motive and no clues.

What a pity! Such a nice and talented guy.

- Was it a robbery? - No, nothing was stolen.

It was the crime of a madman.

I think so too.

Probably a weirdo.

A whisky, please. Double.

Hello? Auntie?

Who's on the line? Hello?

It's Annette.

Good evening, sorry for waking you up, I needed to talk to you.

- I wanted to hear you. - How are you?

Fine, how's father?

Didn't you get my telegram?

No. What was it about? Is he ill?

What happened to him? Tell me, aunt.

You must tell me everything.

My poor child, something awful happened.

I hadn't seen your father in 3 days.

He didn't come to see me, and you know how hard it is for me to move.

Worried, that night I decided to go to the living room,

I was surprised to see that the light was on.

It's not like him to leave it on before going to bed.

So I came in, moved across the room,

my eyes wandered slowly

and I became more and more fearful.

I can't explain why, but I knew something bad had happened.

That's where I found your father.

He had hanged himself in front of the mirror, reflecting his appalling image.

Immobile, his eyes seemed to sentence us, making us responsible for his death.

Marie because she couldn't handle your wedding,

you because you left him,

and me, crippled, because I couldn't stop this.

May God forgive him his act.

May he forgive Marie too, I pray for them with all my fervour, all my faith.

Poor Annette...

Come.

Come with me.

I want your happiness, to hold you in my arms, come!

I'm always near you. Nothing must stop you.

You're mine.

You're only mine.

Remember how happy you were in my arms.

No man should ever stop you from joining me.

Come, I'm waiting for you.

Don't stop.

Hear my voice, I'm calling you.

Remember our teenage kisses.

Didn't you taste my caresses?

Weren't you drunk with my body?

I'm forging your fate from my grave.

Stop hesitating, come to me, come with me.

Don't stop Annette, come.

Come join our games.

Annette, don't be distracted, come.

Who's there?

Is that you, Alfredo?

Who's there?

Come on, answer!

Is that you, Annette?

What a surprise! Come up onto the stage.

What's going on, Annette?

What are you wearing?

Come, what are you waiting for?

Give me your hand.

Come here.

What's the matter? You're acting so strange.

You're cold.

Yes, Annette, no men for you.

My loneliness must be yours, my dizziness too.

You're mine and only mine.

You understand, right, Annette?

Yes, give me one, please.

"Death of young director Michel Roca...

"his corpse was found on stage...

"He was stabbed...

"He was preparing a new adaptation of Medea..."

Annette, it's me, Marie.

Forget, and come with me. You can't go on like this. Come.

Where are you?

Hello, emergency services?

Send an ambulance now. 34 School Street, it's a suicide.

You may enter now.

Thanks.

Annette, dear!

Thank God you're alive.

I... I failed.

Get some rest, dear.

Stop thinking about it.

In a few days you'll feel better.

We'll go on holiday.

Thank you, Carla.

Here.

We've arrived at our palace.

It's nice here.

Thank you for bringing me with you.

Perfect place to read, sleep... and forget.

Carla, why?

Why did you come that day to stop me

from dying?

Life is strange!

You try to fly away to other horizons and always end up in the same shit.

I left Madeira to escape my past and went to a big city

where fate almost brought me to death.

And here I am back on my island

and I wonder if another fate is awaiting me here.

You seem very pensive.

- Aren't you glad to be back home? - Yes, of course.

Is your book good?

Nothing exciting. Yours?

Not bad at all.

But it can't distract me. I'm bored.

It must be because I'm not yet used to this calm.

Wanna go out?

- So we're not resting any more? - Well...

- Yes, rest is worthless. - You're right.

Then get dressed, you aren't going like that, right?

I'm writing to Elise, do you want to say something?

- Send him my regards. - Sure.

It's silly with postcards, one always writes the same thing.

I always have trouble with that.

- How may I help? - A Maracuja juice.

- Do I send your regards to Mercedes? - Yes.

I'm done. Let's look at this one.

"Madeira, by Night."

It would be nice if Madeira were this lit up at night.

- Here's your icy Maracuja miss. - Thanks.

How cynical! Hitting on that girl right under my nose...

- Leave me alone, keep writing. - You could be more discreet.

Where were you? I've been looking for you for an hour!

You were supposed to wait for me there.

It's so beautiful I wandered around and ended up here.

- Pipo! Tina! - Carla!

What a surprise!

I'm so glad to find you here!

- You're radiant. - Annette, come here.

Here's my cousin, Annette.

- Hello. - Hello.

Nice to meet you, have a seat.

The other day, I was shopping

and I hear 'Tina', it was him and his friends.

We're here on holiday.

But I can't go on holidays without working.

So I take advantage of this to introduce a new product here:

The most refreshing beverage in the world!

Waiter! Four Brissas. Four.

- I've had enough Brissas. - Our friends need to taste it!

- Are you with your husband? - No.

- With your lover? - No.

- With a boyfriend? - No, I'm single.

Someone should fix that.

Here are our Brissas.

That fat bald dude...

You'll see, once you try it you can't go back to something else.

It has a new, fresh taste, it's very pleasant.

Even if Tina doesn't like it.

Taste this nectar.

And tell me how you like it. Brissas, cooler than ice!

- Four Brissas, please. - No, I'm tired of that.

I just found a great slogan!

Brissas, a tropical cocktail as cool as the mountains!

- Why don't we play a game? - Strip poker?

Sure, but I don't want to be the only man, the barman must play.

He ain't bad, a little bit primitive but I like it.

We'll play Good King Dagobert.

You must take your glass and say Dagobert first.

Then do this...

and drink it up.

Come on, all together.

One, two. One, two...

and drink! Understood?

- Funny, isn't it? - Sure, if you wanna get drunk!

Why are you laughing? Let's start.

How are you?

I'm bored.

I'm bored, you're bored, he's bored.

We're bored, you're bored.

I'm bored, you're bored, he's bored, we'll be bored, you'll be bored.

Everyone is bored.

The poor are bored, the rich are bored.

Even the priests are bored.

So, everyone is bored.

The pope is bored, the president is bored.

You're sick of everything, right?

Tell me,

why aren't you looking for a guy and fuck him? That'd be less boring.

It's boring.

You're a weird girl. You're right,

either he's handsome and dumb

or clever and ugly.

There can be some rare exceptions.

You have to try hard when you find them.

I found some.

Where are they? Why did you let them go?

I didn't let them go, they left on their own.

They're dead.

Nice weather today, isn't it?

Have you seen that?

That's too much! How impudent!

Men are all the same.

Annette, are you bored?

At the moment, no.

- Am I bothering you? - No, not at all.

The Isle of Madeira...

How lucky you are to be free.

- No one's free. - Don't say that, you are.

You could meet a man who pleases you...

and lose yourself with him on a poetic and deserted beach.

Fuck like dogs in the street?

You're so pessimistic.

If you weren't so beautiful...

I'd think you were an old maid talking down her nose at me.

What if I'm that and feel like that deep inside?

Sure, why not?

You'd be a great old moraliser!

Talking about freedom, justice & law. Saying: "My children, nobody is free!"

Justice, law, freedom, weird subjects for a talk.

Talking about serious stuff between sky and water.

When everything urges us to taste life.

Why not?

I talk about what obsesses me: Justice, freedom!

Do you know who said:

"How can we talk of human freedom?..."

"... I have asked no one to come into the world, and no one to leave."

A bitter truth.

Was it Dante?

No, Boris Vian.

Just before he died.

A Frenchman, eh?

Yes. Kind of.

You're jealous?

Jealous? Why should I care?

- Because of her. - Are you insane?

I would be jealous if you told me you had found the love of your life.

- But that's not the case. - No, I'm not in love.

So why would I care if you sleep with her or another one?

At least, she's a good girl. And unhappy. You'll do her a favour.

Please!

Why do you think I want to sleep with her?

It's just a flirt.

- You are very understanding. - Yes.

Give me that.

What time is it?

Almost five.

Here, I'd forgotten it's still early days.

Are you sleepy?

I don't mind. I've already slept too much.

You aren't fun! Hey, Roger!

Play me something jolly.

Please, we're bored here.

Yes, that's nice.

I'm going.

- I'll escort you. - It's not worth it. I live nearby.

But I am a gentleman.

As you wish.

After you.

- Will you invite me in for a drink? - Not at all.

So...

You'll just let me down.

Yes, I'll let you down.

Like that.

Is it that bad? Until now, your adventures haven't gone that far.

Do you want to bring her along to Porto Santo?

I don't know.

I haven't asked her yet.

Go on.

I beg you, go on.

I love you, Annette.

I love you.

This isn't just a simple game of seduction

and no more just a holiday fling.

I know everything a seducer should say in cases like this.

And yet, with you it's different, all that seems stupid.

And I don't know what to say any more.

I'm crazy about you. You understand, don't you?

You're crazy.

Yes I am.

I stand in front of you like a fool.

Knowing the difference between our worlds and generations, an abyss separates us.

Annette I'm scared.

I feel for the first time...

old and stupid.

If you love me...

If you want me...

You don't need to talk.

I would rather know your feelings

through the touch of your skin.

All the loving words you could say,

say them through fiery kisses. I'm yours.

Annette it's me, Marie.

Remember, no men for you.

Come, the road to me is long.

Soon, soon you'll join me.

And we'll be together forever.

Annette, don't wait too long.

Come with us.

You'll be happy.

Don't you feel how much I love you?

Come.

Come, you'll be happy near me.

Don't wait, come.

I'm here, next to you.

Listen to me.

I've been waiting, waiting so long.

You have to act and come join me.

I'm waiting.

Annette, come round, you mustn't forget me, you see me, Annette!

You hear me, the time has come.

Act! After you'll be free, for ever.

Marie, Marie!

Marie.

Where am I? Marie, where are you?

I'm here, near you.

Very close, in my room.

Look at him.

Do you see him?

What does it mean?

- Did I do this? - You did.

Don't stay here now.

You have to come home.

Pipo!

- Is it you, Annette? - No it's me, Carla.

It's horrible, Annette left. She did something awful.

There is no doubt, it was her. The other times too, truly awful.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

She drove away, she's probably on her way home.

At last you come to me.

How long it's seemed!

Now I know we'll soon be together forever.

Hurry, Annette, I can't wait any longer.

Come join me.

Do you hear me?

I know that now you won't leave me.

The past will rise again, beautiful.

Full of our love and tenderness.

Why did you want to wed Arthur?

After everything you promised me.

You caused my loss but I forgive you, because you fixed your mistake.

Annette, you're so close that I could take you in my arms.

Come to me, come join me.

Don't hesitate any more, Annette.

Original subtitles: Paul A J Lewis, 2014

French cut adaptation: gundenspand Proofread by suckmysound & corvusalbus