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I've said it and said it again.

Down to the sea you must not go.

By the sea enraged, waves will destroy you

and you yourself will destroy.

If they take me, whither shall we go?

Into the deep.

I'll make my body a boat,

and my hands will be oars.

- I was thinking... - Bad habit, Leonor.

Tell me what you were thinking.

Let's cancel the garden party.

Garden parties are out of date.

Except for the Queen's birthday.

Everyone goes. Greengrocers and butchers.

They clutch canapés and take home doggy-bags.

Don't. It was your idea.

I know. I'm an old fashioned girl. It can't be helped.

Let's leave.

Wait! Leonor.

- Wait! - No, I'm running away.

Wait Leonor.

Stay here.

They're arriving.

Where do you want to go?

This is an island. To leave is to emigrate.

- You're not on my side. - I'm your husband.

I'm not on your side, I'm at your side.

Here come the first.

- Where are you going? - To get dressed. And you?

I'm ready.

I'll come with you.

Here's Irene, the impresario. She's amazing.

- How? - Everything.

Her clothes, her lovers, her career.

- She was a great actress. - I know.

She became an impresario...

- Of what? - Everything.

Shoes, plays, whatever.

- Sounds plenty. - No.

She's with Michel.

He's a rare one,

with his foulard and white socks.

His reputation is bad.

Bad reputations aren't a disgrace.

Here we go.

It's a nice evening for a party.

Che sara sara.

- What? - Break a leg.

- Actors say that for luck. - Curtain up!

Your skirt's indecent, you know.

How can I? If no one tells me.

If it's indecent someone'll say I look enchanting.

- You look enchanting Leonor. - Thank you.

No one talks like that,

it's no way to compliment a woman. My dear!

I'm not old enough to be called "My dear”.

Dear's one thing, my's another.

I've brought Michel. I thought...

what have I got to go with a lawn by the sea?

Michel. He's a dreamer.

- A dreamer? - Wicked men always look dreamy.

I'm not wicked. I just like women.

No one likes women any more. It's not surprising.

Women used to be dull, now they're horribly vulgar.

- Except your wife. Leonor is... - Enchanting. I know.

- Won't you sit down? - Don't underestimate yourself.

Soon enchanting women will be fairground attractions.

In any case... You've been married for 10 years.

That attracts attention. No one's been married for 10 years.

- Really? - It's ancient.

It ought to be buried 60 feet underground.

It's 300 feet underground!

- How do you breathe? - Who knows? There's no way of telling.

- Excuse me... - Of course.

What?

Are we celebrating your 10th anniversary?

If I was frank. I'd say something rude.

You'd have to work at it.

One can't be rude these days.

To be rude, one must know one's manners, a loving education.

One must know all the rules

so as to judge the right moment to brake them.

The perfect moment.

For bad-mannered people it's always the perfect moment.

Is your husband rude to you?

He loves me.

Not enough to be rude to you.

You are impertinent. I was warned about that.

Most of what people say is true.

But I shan't impose any longer.

I don't mean to be rude. Stay.

You are a lovely young lady.

But you'll never make an interesting woman.

I know.

Men always want to marry me.

That proves I'm a lovely young lady, not an interesting woman.

Don't underestimate yourself as Irene would say.

Now there's an interesting woman.

Mad, like all ambitious women.

Ambitious men are not mad, women yes.

Getting on in business or politics is miserable,

yet another misery.

Not many people share your opinion.

Opinion-making is an industry.

People who think like me keep quiet - the rats!

Thinking doesn't count. opinion is what counts.

What's your opinion of me?

That I'm impertinent?

Tell me what you think of me.

You're a general in the war between the sexes.

Compared to you, my husband's a raw conscript.

I don't know this lady in a short dress.

Call that a dress?

- It's a bathing-suit. - Who's the bathing-suit then?

It's a short dress. You understand nothing.

A man who fails to understand fashion lacks the wit not to fear ridicule.

I'll tell you who she is.

We all know her.

- I don't. - Well, fall in love with her.

Look.

The pool was dug out of rock,

a present from my mother-in-law.

It symbolizes the womb.

I don't care for symbols.

- Do you like gambling? - No. I like walks.

A woman married 10 years is a gambler

who always bets the same, which is perverse.

You've had lots of women?

Don't scare me.

Nothing scares me, but that has.

- Have I had lots of women? - Yes.

Not many. But beautiful.

Pimps really, not lovers.

They gave me credit in other men's eyes.

You get no credit for loving, only for upsetting things.

A seducer conspires against the established order.

I gamble, lose fortunes.

It's the best revenge.

- The best revenge? - Sorry?

The best revenge?

It includes death but not love.

Death...

Death?

Do women think about death, like men?

They're so close to death they seem superficial.

Superficiality always conceals seriousness.

Death is no longer serious. Like men,

we don't know how to be serious.

It's who you are that counts.

Even being a whale counts.

Ugly creature.

When they wore corsets anyway, women weren't saving the whale.

God this is boring! What's going on?

What am I doing?

I must be in love.

Why?

I'm confused,

I'm losing my judgement.

It can't go on, anything but that.

I don't understand.

I'm losing my mind, Leonor.

That isn't funny.

I'm losing my sense of responsibility.

I'll stop paying my rent.

I'll lie full length on the grass.

Too bad if no one can get past.

No one walks on the grass up there.

I'll steal those silver angels on the dining-room table.

Don't bother. I'll ask my husband. He'll give them to you.

I love you, I'm going mad.

That's no way to be in love.

I love you so.

Seeing you, even, thwarts my love.

Go away. Go back to your husband

and that woman who thinks she's irresistible.

The true lover has no qualities. He is as expected.

Why so sad?

A cloud's come in from the ocean and covered me.

Thunder's come in off the ocean and shattered me.

Each of us is love...

Love! And beloved.

I'm afraid!

When you start to learn something,

it seems indecent

to be knowing so much.

Anyway. First lesson:

never ask a woman about another woman,

you risk disaster.

We always go into awkward detail.

İf you like good food, if you like women,

try to avoid detail.

You're so witty and clever,

you're out of place here and everywhere.

Do you not feel strange?

When I used to feel strange with a man,

I knew I was falling in love.

You're so young and innocent!

Young men are so innocent

now young women are growing knowledgeable.

- By which I mean whorish. - I hope not.

They're lovely, despite the rough language.

A friend of mine said,

"With vulgar women, I can have a decent talk,

they don't use words like 'orgasm'.” - They're professionals.

Sailors don't swear at table.

Historians only discuss the Ammonites with colleagues.

All I ask for is a bit of professionalism.

But now you only get amateurs.

- Shame. - A disaster you mean.

They've gone off together. Not to misbehave.

Misbehaviour takes place in the open now.

She's lovely and she loves you. It's obvious.

She is quite public about it.

To show feelings for a lover in public is permissible, but for a husband!

- I consider it quite tactless. - Why?

To show love for a husband is to ignore other men's desire.

They turn impotent when a woman inspires only virtuous sentiment.

- Like me? - You are not a woman.

Men don't inspire virtue.

Not even St Anthony. He gets naughty prayers.

Virtue is not popular.

Is something distracting you?

Weren't you trying to distract me?

Don't think before you reply. Do you love your wife?

Not exactly.

- Does she love you? - No. When we were married she said:

"I don't love you."

She must have read that. She was trying to impress you.

No. Wait. She said there was someone else.

- Did she say who? - Yes. Alexander the Great.

That's professionalism for you.

Really?

I wouldn't have thought of it. A dead man!

You're wrong. He's been spritely for 2000 years.

No-one can find him. He's unbeatable.

There's nothing I can do to make Leonor love me.

Opportunity.

Opportunity is everything and nothing.

Without it, you cannot gather the threads which lead to a discovery.

It doesn't seem much. A chance encounter, a watch that's fast,

a telephone that doesn't answer, an opportunity arises.

- That could be fatal! - It is black as mourning,

green like laurel,

the leaf of poetry

and fallen women. Opportunity...

Makes a thief!

The lady with tulips on her dress?

The Queen of Holland.

And the tall one?

You don't know your own guests!

Most of them were asked by Leonor.

You haven't said who's the lady who's so tall

she could misplace her head and not miss it?

Princess Diana.

I know her. It isn't her.

My mistake. I'm only doing my duty. My duty's to pass the time.

Mistakes help pass the time.

- Does infidelity pass the time? - Not if you don't mind.

- What if she's unfaithful? - It takes more than a woman.

Here they are. Your wife looks sad.

That's her unfaithfulness.

She's always been sad.

Now I think of it, she's always been sad.

Excuse me.

- You've always been sad. - Me? No.

I used to sing at home.

I still do. The sound of the sea must stop you hearing.

We could hear the mermaids.

I'm not a mermaid.

- I'll lend you a book. - A book?

Do I look I get lent books?

A woman will say yes to anything if you lend her a book.

I don't read.

My generation is untouched by dusty books.

- We live for the pleasure of sex. - The pleasure of sex!

You sound like you're sorry for the poor slaves of the past.

Women are still oppressed by slavish instincts.

That's why they can't read or write books.

Great books.

Being a woman is such an adventure it justifies coarseness.

It justifies religion.

- He insults you. - He's worthy of curiosity.

- I can do no more for you. - What about love?

I must tire of men.

So ll can care for him.

My husband, I mean.

All husbands, you mean.

I meant to ask, how are your children?

- I don't see them. - They're at school.

A boys' school, a girls' school.

- What's the difference? - In one they teach love,

in the other the language of love.

At school, I learnt accounting and English.

I didn't learn the gossip of Louis XV's court till later.

It's still the best gossip.

Michel, say something.

What does "lover” mean?

- Are you day-dreaming? - What is the loved one?

- He can't hear me. - Where is deep love?

Where is sickness? Where is passion?

Can they not tremble when we, who are earth,

become fire,

and thus immortal?

He used to be a gambler.

- Perhaps this is some new game. - Leave him.

- He is my servant. - What does that mean?

He has his time off, and his time on duty.

Now he's on duty.

You're a wicked woman.

We all are.

And what kinds of men do we have?

We want love, they want marriage.

We aim for the sky, they want a home.

Can't you see we're worried?

Before we can speak we're worried.

We see a fly and it's like we've seen a lion.

Our sons will be great men,

splendid artists, who look like models,

with long eye-lashes and muscular arms.

- This is idolatry. - What is?

This is not love.

You are so worried, you crush your children

with ambition, irrational ambition.

You don't educate them, you train them up.

This wind is horrid.

It seems to be dying down.

Why were you so long?

I thought you'd jumped into the sea.

We didn't do that.

What did you do?

We fell in love, that's all.

What cheek! This man talks such rubbish.

There's something in it. What's going on?

- What's going on? - Yes, what's going on?

A desire that knows not...

its destination. A desire...

that knows not who it's for.

A sadness drunk with joy.

But I must remain silent, unknown.

Either he's gone senile or he's become a teenager.

Ignore him. He just started talking like that.

I don't know what he's heard.

This island has strange powers.

Volcanoes sigh like women,

as thought they had women inside.

Don't start. Ignore her, there's no stopping her.

Island hysteria.

This wind!

It affects young women.

Women used to have power.

I'd like to know how the lost power.

- But they say it's island hysteria. - Shut up.

No, speak. Don't stop.

From now on, love'll be strong, it will dominate reason. I know.

He's a different person, I used to trust him

with my yacht, my dog, my life even.

Not anymore.

He was so clever, so well-informed.

What happened?

Time. And us.

The world was made in 6 days, it was made with friendship not love.

That's why it's absurd and unchanging.

But we all change.

Because of the wind,

because we are by the sea, which gave birth to Aphrodite.

Can I get you some cakes? Champagne?

- What did you tell my wife? - Nothing.

Which is your wife?

Is she your wife? I approve

whatever she says. Will you be his wife?

- Stop it, Michel. - Love whom you please.

- I can say that, he can't. - I'll have to ask you to go.

That won't be necessary.

What she done to you? Let us go, my dear.

- Come back soon. - Shut up!

Five years later, Irene and Michel returned to the island of S. Miguel.

Leonor and Rogério asked them to dinner at their palace.

For most of this unforgettable night, it was raining cats and dogs.

You've hardly eaten a thing.

Travelling kills the appetite. Like tobacco.

People travel more and more, it's incredible.

Miles of airports, moving walkways.

Luggage, timetables, the odd cup of coffee.

Where is it all leading?

Travelling is possibility,

we wouldn't exist without it. It's like love,

pure possibility.

Women are not the point.

- Strange thing to say. - Don't be surprised.

He's grown wise.

When he was mad, everyone listened.

Now's he become wise, no one pays him any attention.

The world belongs to madmen

like Hitler and Mussolini.

People noticed them.

- Is God mad? - Rogério!

I was educated by the nuns.

I don't like that kind of talk.

What God?

I thought there were several.

The one for our planet. Or the supervisor of our galaxy?

The god of traffic,

the god of volcanoes and earthquakes,

of clouds of locusts, and so on.

They all compete.

- We're caught in the middle. - Stop it.

This place is volcanic.

Five years have passed

but you haven't changed. - I've changed.

And you, Michel? Have you changed?

No. I think I'm amazing.

We're all amazing in this world of ours.

There are no normal people.

Men - and women as they say in democracies -

don't know that what they love is what lies buried deep in people.

We think we love someone but we don't.

By excluding others, we impose rationalism

and its wars.

Now you know what life with him is like.

At least he hasn't forgotten his bridge.

It's true, you've changed. How did it happen?

All at once.

These things happen suddenly.

- I was with your wife... - What is this?

Go on.

I was by the sea,

the day of your garden party.

What is it your poet says?

"On the beach at Good Hope, one day tragedy struck..."

Poor lad.

- Goon. - Don't!

In some places the elements are against us.

He's mad.

Love is worse than wind of fire.

The man's mad.

- Goon.

We're not going to talk of love. This meal is different.

There's a dead fish on the table that nobody wants.

He's quite simply revolting.

Your dinner, Leonor, was even revolting.

This mantelpiece is magnificent.

It's by a pupil of Michelangelo's.

It came by sea, quite a business.

I've never seen anything like it.

It should be in a museum...

It's staying here for now...

In a museum it could act as a reference and not simply be on show.

The masses don't want culture.

- It makes them passive. - Michelangelo, you say?

I always believe what I'm told.

That's like believing nothing.

You shouldn't have come.

You asked us.

You didn't have to accept.

She insisted. I didn't want to.

I feel better without you.

You're the cause of my condition.

Strange. I think only of you.

For 5 years I've thought only of you.

I don't like it. You're too old for me.

You hide your feelings, your pain, desire,

your need to harm. It's not good.

I'm no good to you, you can only use me.

- Do you see? - Need to harm? Me?

Yes. You.

- Am I seducing you? - Yes.

- Men think of nothing else? - No.

Natural love, spiritual love, they're the same.

Women, us, me. That's it.

You talk like a goat.

Goats are good for sacrifice.

Excuse me.

What are we doing tomorrow?

I'll go for a walk somewhere, alone.

I shan't meet the wrong sort of people.

No.

The bulls are in the paddock.

- They don't go on the road. - Are there bulls?

In Roman times, there were bullfights.

- The craters were bullrings. - Amazing!

There are other dangers.

Don't go above the fog.

- What is this fog? - Condensed water.

You learn that in school.

Here, fog forms suddenly. You can't see the road.

It's dangerous.

I'll be careful.

You have to stop and wait.

It can last 2 days.

Or more.

Amazing.

And if you're lucky you can see

things you can't see in fine weather.

- Like what? - Nothing.

Charles the Bold.

Dressed as a monk.

They say he didn't die at Nancy

but lived here as a hermit.

- Was he obsessed with women? - Monks are suspect.

Fear of hellfire allows for delicious fancies.

Your wife is enigmatic.

How can you live with someone so enigmatic?

We all love an enigma. We need them.

We'd be poorer without them.

We put some aside, invent others.

There's a virginity in the enigma of life.

By the way. I'll take you to an amazing place.

I hate enigmas, I warn you.

And landscapes.

Except inaugurally.

As an Annunciation of Man.

Which is why they're easy to explain.

We'll walk all the time you're here.

It'll be most immoral.

Immoral? Humanity is a tiny fraction of life.

If there's an earthquake, me and my watch will vanish.

Do you love your watch?

You and your pearl necklace. It means nothing at all.

2 days later, no one will remember.

Not even your children.

Why my children?

They are no different. Immature love.

The love of women is immature too.

Don't say that.

I've suffered for 5 years.

I don't know how I survive.

Rogério is nothing to me,

a brother I'm used to seeing dead at my side,

the picture of a corpse.

I don't know what you did at the garden party.

I'm not in love with you

but I'm at your mercy because you love me.

My heart, my hands, my eyes are yours.

Say, "Come" and I'll come.

I'll leave my house, my children, everything.

Yet I don't love you.

How have I been tempted thus?

I roam round the island, people don't see my aimlessness.

I do everything to seem natural.

I watch my step, my tongue.

I don't know if I'm convincing.

Behind my back, they say:

"She's not like us,

she's not from here.

She can't fool us.”

Take me away.

That's why I'm here.

They'll stop us, I know.

They'll kill us if they have to.

They won't do that.

Envy undermines people's humanity.

It's a terrible thing.

Not envying money, nor beauty but sexual envy.

Even cats know that.

Cats are envious.

They can see our lust. They see us with human envy.

- Are you discussing us? - No. Cats.

What cats know about us. They can feel our fear.

No, really, your mantlepiece is a masterpiece.

It belongs to an age of wisdom, not science.

In it, hatred is neither concealed nor hidden nor cautious.

Isn't that how it should be?

Revenge must be sublime. This isn't a woman's claw.

What a horrid man!

There are no more then ten like him in the world.

Luckily, worst luck.

He's sweet as a lamb. He doesn't mind suffering.

Exception is one of the names of love.

That's why you'll love him, no matter what.

- I don't like this room. - Yes. Let's go.

You're not worried about your wife?

This fish is called a Barracuda,

because it's aggressive.

He goes for men.

Barracuda was a pirate who sacked the island cruelly

in the 18th century.

What can I do?

Lock her up in her room?

I've been married 15 years,

habit keeps us from the forbidden fruit.

I'd rather trust habit than Biblical sermons.

That's one way of seeing things.

Anyway, how can you be sure

Leonor is so bored she won't think to be unfaithful?

On the whole, bored women seek a cure

among other men. - You're quite wrong.

There's no cure for drudgery.

Look at fortune-tellers,

soothsayers, healers. They prosper.

They say they cure impotence and frigidity.

They deal in sex.

But it's really about being hugely bored.

- All these swans on the ceiling. - Where are they?

Where did they go?

Listen.

Usually,

the more people have tasted pleasure, the sadder they are.

You haven't told me about the swans?

What about them?

They're all wearing a kind of necklace.

I've lived here for years and never noticed.

What do they mean?

- What? - The swan's necklaces.

Frankly, I have no idea. They'd look better on some women.

With a bell, so they don't get lost.

They're probably outside.

Outside?

It's pouring.

They may not return.

What does that mean?

If boredom makes for faithfulness, she'll come back.

There's something I haven't said.

Leonor can't get used to a man.

There's no room in her heart.

She'll make space at the table,

or in her bed.

It's a matter of habit, like renting a house.

Women...

think in terms of rental,

thought they think it's for life.

A man loses his hair, and they think:

"The roof needs repairing.”

They change husbands like houses.

They take furniture and kids

and one day

they find the front door key and wonder what it was for.

Tell me if women are to be trusted.

Of course not. Ridiculous!

When it comes to women, men loose their heads.

White, black, virgins, bitches...

anything goes.

In 100 years, women will be in politics, business,

they'll be in charge.

In exchange,

they'll let men love them.

- Not quite. - It'll be a lot worse.

You'll let yourselves die of love.

Men are born dying of love.

Voltaire used to say he was born dead

so coffee and tobacco couldn't harm him.

Witty but untrue.

Get up.

Take two steps.

Go to the door. Fine.

Do it. Why won't you?

You'll find them, for sure, glued to each other

like arapedes.

If seeing mucus glands touch puts you off,

don't go.

That's obscene.

It's scientific. Where's the obscenity?

You no nothing about science,

you're not in the least interested

but you talk as if you were.

Sex is not obscene,

it's not a basement bargain. Have some respect.

Stay in your chair.

Don't try and find out what your wife is up to.

Love has its own indolence.

Knowledge makes us indolent

but that doesn't affect love. - I'm not acquainted with it.

I don't think it comes into stories I know.

Give me some wine.

I was Electra once, long ago.

It seems as old as Mycene or Troy.

What consolation!

Hate used to be pure as crystal.

Love was absolute and desperate.

There was a nobility to hatred,

and justice in punishment.

Pleasure submitted only to another pleasure,

the government of our fate.

Now... look at what we've got.

Bureaucrats, businessmen with computers.

We're files and not much else.

I played Electra

and as I was teaching the worst of crimes,

laying it in my brother's guts like a viper's egg,

I felt the thread of passion

run right through our bloodline

down into my hand,

like the sacrificial knife.

Killing was offering up to the gods.

Now it's an item in the papers.

But you love your friend. I know you do.

Get him out of here.

Take him away,

send him to New York, whatever...

Why New York?

There's the biggest rubbish heap in the world there.

I don't know...

My voice was beautiful. Now it's less beautiful.

Have you heard me sing?

- Have you heard what I sang? - Yes,

but I'm no connoisseur.

Even if you were Maria Callas.

I'd hear a buzzing, not much more.

Use your voice like a mermaid, to call your lover.

He is not my lover. He's a demon,

with religious tendencies. It's beyond me.

I see. You want no part in this.

I played Electra.

She was Greek,

in the most feminine sense,

full of charity and devotion,

which are the only gifts the gods allowed women.

But devotion is a kind of despair

and only in despair

do we find happiness.

Which is why 1 will not deprive myself

of my abandonment by the man I love.

I don't understand.

You want to see the effects of a chat we had 5 years ago.

That's right.

I've no recall of what we said.

Recall is not needed.

One detail will suffice.

What detail?

I remember nothing.

You mentioned a boy,

he sold milk, he came by every day.

I mentioned a little milkman? I don't remember.

- You don't recall? - No.

He wore a mac.

And on his little horse, he looked so...

profoundly happy.

Do you remember?

Perhaps.

There are lots of boys around here

who bring milk on their woolly ponies.

From the mountains they come in the rain...

they come out of the fog

and vanish suddenly,

and you hear the earthenware pots

banging against each other.

You remember perfectly.

Yes.

I could be making it up.

I've come to take you away.

I thought so.

But things aren't has I thought.

Lovers are disorientated by love.

Reason and love don't go together.

What do you mean?

What are you doing there?

- It's a blessing. - Can't you see it's raining?

Call me... I'll come.

Come inside.

I don't need you to love you.

I say I want to take you away but it isn't so.

I sense your presence

will shatter my love.

I'm cold. I'm going.

What would we do together?

Have children? Take pleasure?

Get a house like this?

We'd travel the earth...

you devoured by mosquitoes,

mosquitoes, yes, in the throes of childbirth.

And me, with arthritis,

pretending to be inexhaustible and fleet of foot.

Your hair's lovely undone.

I'm not an Old Master, Sir.

Much better than that.

I love you as much as Romeo loved Juliet.

Don't go over the top,

Romeo!

I'll come down.

I'd like to kiss you, but it's childish.

Go on, go on.

Yes, childish...

childish.

They mix kisses and desire and their need to live

to satisfy their need to live. I'm no child, Leonor.

I don't want you always there.

I don't want to be one with you.

You are beautiful.

How wonderful!

What a night!

I needed to undo that party,

you wanted me, nothing more.

5 years ago.

Always in the past.

The past is sad,

even if it was happy, it's sad.

I want to tell you something,

in front of my husband's ancestors.

I'm amazed by all you say about love.

But until I have satisfied my desire for men,

I can't give in to such love.

If you died it'd make life easier.

Ah yes. A poet in Coimbra used to say:

"Die and I'll write about you."

I only wanted to sleep with him.

Poor girl!

He loved you. Couldn't you see?

The rain's stopped.

- I'm cold. - Let's go in.

What'll we say?

Find something sincere that hides a lot?

I'm no good at that.

It's what your best at. Carry on our chat.

The four of us?

4 or 10 or the whole world. Let's go.

- They know all about us already. - Perhaps.

It's the truth.

Let's all sit down and see what happens.

At last!

Did you get rained on?

No, you're not wet.

Rain wets.

- I changed my dress. - So ll see.

Let's talk.

It's late.

- I'm tired. - Sleep , work, I know...

pride of the ignorant.

I had something important to say and...

you say you're shattered.

Let him sleep, it's a poor man's debauchery.

You're being cheeky.

Serious conversations scare me, I admit.

We all need to talk.

Nobody move, as they say after a crime.

A crime,

I'm not tired now.

Michel and I are leaving.

- Together? - Yes together.

Separately I'd understand but together!

What'll you do with a woman 30 years younger?

She isn't 30. I'm not 60. Never have been.

She's 30 years younger than me, that's what I meant.

A woman's age is given in relation to another woman's.

Speak, Rogério. It's worth it.

Let me ask you something.

What'll you do with her?

As the Commander said to Don Juan, what do people do together?

You don't know her.

I'll ask you. But you probably don't know anything about her either.

Leonor is a monster

who looks like a saint.

At your age, you like her innocent look.

She lives a trail of corpses. I know.

She isn't that pretty. What is it you like?

Her nose is twisted,

her teeth aren't hers.

She sleeps across the bed,

thrice a month, she stinks of fish.

This is unbearable!

He's like a slave-merchant picking out defects

to get a lower price. - Her legs...

Her legs don't fit.

Legs are important.

Have you read E¢a?

When he's had enough of making love to his sister

he rather wants a small woman. Someone plain.

This is the same.

Leonor is your sister.

Calm down.

Don't stay so close to the fire.

You're all red.

There are things one doesn't say, or do, after dinner.

I'm fine.

I want to die too.

It's normal, separating, starting a new life.

It's not a new life.

It's the same. We die, we kill, it's all the same.

There must be a solution.

Why does it hurt so much?

Let's stay together.

I can't stand all this despair

because of 10 commandments dating back to the Prophets.

There are two ways of life.

Like animals or like men.

I won't live as a beast.

Leave when you like, Leonor.

I'll be father and mother to our children.

I'll cook for them if I have to.

Rich men are moving.

From a poor man, it'd mean less.

Luckily, he's rich.

He'll be praised foe his behaviour.

- It's all disgusting. - Don't be like that.

You'll see what's in store.

The man beside you is a pervert.

Your husband's a failure.

That man's a crook.

Your husband is only rich.

That man is vain.

He says he loves you.

Your husband does.

Which makes him attractive to women.

A man like him gets unanimous approval.

Do you really love me?

That's the way I am. I like rain more than sunshine.

And cock-crows more than nightingales.

If you were a nation, your history would be about liberty.

As it is, it's just a series of anecdotes.

That's the way with women.

- Let me think. - No.

- Take me to the hotel. - No.

Or else I'm coming.

She shouldn't have said that.

I'm having an affair with this lady. With you, it's different.

How different? You're just some vulgar seducer.

That's true.

I'm a strong man's mistress and you a weak man's wife.

To swap roles would be catastrophic.

All men are failures or nearly failures.

A seducer who genuinely seduces women and doesn't just convince them

is like that. Listen... - Let's go. The dinner was awful,

the wine ghastly. - Tell me about your seducer.

His desires are profound...

But rapidly satisfied.

Come, the car is large. There's room for an extra person.

The bed's big too.

Go, Leonor, go.

Get in the car and go. I meant it.

I can't. 15 years of good behaviour is a lot.

I've grown into it.

Can we forget all this?

Frankly!

I'm too young to remember all this.

I have to tell you something.

Go ahead.

You should've gone, you'll see.

I'm ready for anything. Say it.

Ok. I've lost my money.

I'm completely ruined.

That's the best thing you've ever said.

We can sell the house or rent it. People are always asking.

For weddings maybe. For instance. Or...

Garden parties.

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