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"...I intend for 'Libido' a quantitative expression of the energy of all those...

"tendencies surfacing from that thick sea of Unconsciousness...

"which is summed up in what we define as 'love',

"that complex of impulses which Plato called 'the Ego',

"that St. Paul praised in his letter to the Corinthians.

"However, such tendencies may be channeled through...

"wrong paths, generating in the individual a guilt complex,

"and this is mostly possible during the period between birth...

"and puberty, as infant traumas most easily influence the...

"'libido' in the adult individual,

"modifying and sometimes alliterating his sexual dynamic."

- Sigmund Freud

I've held out for eight hours, but now I could kill someone!

There it is.

Any more and I wouldn't be able to stand up straight.

Who lives here now?

No one, dear.

I've been keeping an eye on the place since Christian's father died 20 years ago.

I think there's someone there.

Christian, we can leave right away, if you like?

It stinks of mould.

- The fuse box should be... - I remember where it is.

Brute!

They used to paint really big bums!

I'll fetch the provisions.

I salute you!

What are you doing? Come here!

It's nice here.

I hope I brought everything.

You saw it: after that hotel, there's nothing for 30 kilometres...

Last time I forgot the salt and I ate tasteless food for three days.

It will take a couple of days to check everything, then I'll call in the builders.

Part of the roof needs repairing.

It's a waste of money. I'm selling.

It's still your father's house.

Houses, land, villas... I'm selling everything.

So that's your plan. Okay...

It will all be yours when you're 25, and you can do what you like...

but right now, I'm still the administrator of the estate...

and I'll make the necessary repairs, as I do every year.

I'm old fashioned. I get attached to things.

I want it all in perfect condition for you. It's what your father wanted.

Now the only thing that counts is what I want.

In three months, my dear.

In three months.

It will be a pleasure not having you around any more.

Careful, kid: a lot can happen in three months.

Did you hear that? Now he's openly threatening me.

You upset him.

He's never been the same since he married her.

Mirrors everywhere!

And a bed!

Brigitte!

- How marvellous! - Get away from there!

Why? It's so beautiful!

I'll explain later.

So many Brigittes!

I feel like I'm inside a diamond!

Can we sleep here?

Why not?

Christian!

- Did I do something wrong? - You couldn't have done any worse.

One of these days, I'll cover her in scratches.

Just because she married him!

Christian saw his father kill that woman in this room as a boy.

Was he a sex maniac?

Eileen!

I prepared these rooms for us, both facing each other.

Or would you rather I slept with you, while we're here?

If you don't want to be alone.

We can sleep in my room. It's just an idea.

I'm not scared. I've seen how you look at me...

All of you.

I'm not scared. I'm fed up of being treated like a cripple!

Or perhaps... It's you who is scared of me?

Ms. Coro, I'm sorry, Brigitte didn't know.

You'd better lock this room. We'll find another room.

No, stay here; let's not show him we're worried about him.

How do I look?

Goodnight.

- Are you upset with me? - No...

- You know I can never get upset with you. - In that case, unhook me.

Just remember what I said...

- Don't do anything without asking me first. - Why? Is Christian crazy?

No, but it's the first time he's been back to this house.

Are you asleep?

I can't sleep.

It didn't feel right coming back here.

But I'm feeling better now.

I remember everything!

The furniture...

This vile junk.

But it's all valuable stuff.

- It all feels very oppressive. - Your memories make you hate them.

Perhaps.

I wouldn't be able to stay here without you.

Of course, dear. But now you should get some rest.

We're in your father's house.

Not like my father!

My God! Not like my father!

It's you.

You look better with your hair down. You should keep it like that.

You look younger.

- I only meant... - You explained yourself perfectly.

I'm going to sunbathe for a while.

She really is a little girl. Excuse me.

- Do you want some more? - Thank you.

- What's that? - Where?

Here.

I don't know, I must have scratched myself while I was sleeping.

- Is this where Christian's father jumped? - Maybe.

What do you mean, maybe?

They never found the body, just his shirt, covered in blood.

What are you doing? Are you jealous?

Didn't you see Christian when you took off your robe?

He didn't dare look at you.

Since we arrived here, there's something I don't like...

I believe he's scared he's like his father.

- Is he dangerous? - I certainly hope not!

But Doctor Berge hasn't ruled out that coming back to these places...

could reawaken the trauma he experienced as a child...

- and alter his mental balance. - And Eileen isn't scared?

Eileen is different...

She's a smart lady who knows what she wants...

And I'm counting a lot on their marriage.

Soon I'll know for sure if I was wrong.

- When? - In these three days.

Christian doesn't know, but I'm the one who introduced Eileen to him.

- And that's why I can't sunbathe? - Brigitte, wait!

What are you doing?

Be careful! Where are you going?

I'm hiding, so Christian can't get me!

Are we going to begin this inventory?

You're not coming to sunbathe?

- Are you scared? - Of what?

Of falling.

Forgive me! I'm a fool!

The cliffs don't scare me.

Not any more.

It's been almost 20 years.

Did you know that?

I used to play here. When my father was alive.

There was a seagull's nest in the rocks.

It's nice here.

You feel like you want to let yourself go.

Down there, in that white foam...

It doesn't look like it will hurt you.