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Jean-Paul?

Scratch my back.

No one does that like you do.

- I'll get it.
- Let it ring.

- I'll be back!
- No, stay here.

No!

Let me go!

Bastard!

Very funny!

- Why? You expecting a call?
- No.

Ma 'am...

phone call for you.

- Who is it?
- I don't know.

You should have asked.
I'll be right there.

Hello? Who?

It's on Route des Plages.

Who was it?

Do I ask you
about your phone calls?

If you did, I'd answer you.

Guess who it was.

I don't care.

It was Harry.

- He's in the area?
- Yes.

Whenever we hole up somewhere,
he's the first to call.

His daughter's with him.
He's showing her the Riviera.

- He has a daughter?
- So it seems.

- He never told me.
- Me neither.

How old?

No idea.

Harry's daughter!
She must be something.

You know what they say:
“Old Harry never changes.”

No better, no worse.
Always the same.

Is that your latest toy?

Paris to St. Tropez
in 7 1/4 hours.

Like it?

How could I not?

Hello.

My daughter, Pénélope.

Marianne.
I've told you all about her.

Say hello!

Jean-Paul!

Great to see you again!

- You look great.
- You too.

Show him around.
I'll get drinks.

- This is my daughter.
- A man of secrets!

Hello, Pénélope.

Fred told me you were here.
I had no idea.

You two vanished without a word!

- We sent you a postcard.
- Oh, right.

You were in Canada.

You're right.

It's beautiful.

That's the best thing
about the place.

It's big.

Nice pool.

You okay?

What will you have?

Whiskey.

Orange juice?

I have to be in Milan
on the 17th.

I'm showing Pen around till then.

I'm grabbing a cigarette.

Why don't you two come to Milan?

- We're fine here.
- He only has a month off.

Poor Jean-Paul!

- So this is Marc and Lucien's place?
- You've never been here?

Where are they this year?
India? Iran?

India.

It's just like them.

They said we could
use the place.

Not too shabby.

Why don't you stay?

- Here?
- There's loads of room.

- What do you say?
- Fine. I don't care.

No, you decide. Yes or no?

I don't care.

She doesn't care.

Then it's decided. You'll stay.

Well then!

Why don't you take a dip?

Good idea. I'll go change.

Take the room downstairs.
It has a private entrance.

- No swimming for you?
- No.

- And nothing to drink?
- Thanks, but I'm not thirsty.

You live with your mother?

Yes, in Lausanne.

- Are you a student?
- Yes.

May I have a cigarette?

You're truly your father's daughter.

Why?

No reason.

Come on.
I'll show you the house.

How old are you?

Eighteen.

Happy?

Doesn't it show?

I'm always happy when I'm with you.

I need nothing more.

Then why did you
ask them to stay?

I thought you'd be pleased.

After all, he's much more
your friend than mine.

But they say you and Harry —.

Who's “they”?

Just about everyone.

You're getting on my nerves.

No, leave it up.

Turn around.

Turn around.

I love you...

Don't talk nonsense.

Penny for your thoughts?

It's funny.

You talk a lot about the others
but never a word about Harry.

Because there's nothing to tell.

- You'll have to tell me sooner or later.
- Tell you what?

But maybe you started
that rumor yourself...

and nothing ever really happened.

Exactly.

Pretty, isn't she?

Not bad.

Funny seeing you as a father.
You seem different.

A mistake of my youth.

- Do you regret it?
- Not at all.

Who's her mother?

An Englishwoman.
You don't know her.

She makes you look older.

Come off it.
She looks much older than she is.

- Is St. Tropez busy this year?
- I wouldn't know. We never go down.

What do you two do here all day?

Could it be true love?

Like never before. Surprised?

- Good morning.
- I'm stawec“!

Fresh coffee, piping hot.

Thanks, Emilie.

Smells good.

Just like Grandma's!
What a treat!

- Did you make the jam too?
- No, sir.

Too bad.

If you'd like more coffee,
there's plenty inside.

Thanks a lot.

Your maid is charming.

She must have been a looker.

No napkins.

You coming, Pen?

- Later.
- It'll get cold.

She's a pain in the neck.

- You're not eating?
— I'm not hungry.

Wonderful coffee!

Is Marianne still asleep?

Probably.

That's right.
She likes to sleep in.

Is she still working?

Not at the moment.

I get the sense she's been
letting herself go lately.

It's too bad.

Sure you're not keeping her
from working?

Her last article was great.

She can be amazing
when she wants to be.

I adore her.

I'll go wake her up.

May I?

Goddamn it!

Not bad. When is it coming out?

Any day now.

Like it?

Very much.

Will it be a hit?

That's the idea.

Is it hot out?

Scorching.

What shall we do?

Whatever you like.

I might as well nap
all day tomorrow.

The bedrooms are stifling.

Hey, can I try out
your speedster?

Right now?

Why not?

Styled by Ghia...

with a 4.7L quad-cam V8 engine...

and four twin-barrel carburetors!

And what does this marvel cost?

A lot.

The music biz must be booming.

It is.

And you? You like your new job?

It's okay.

What exactly do you do
in an ad agency?

Come up with ideas?

In theory, yes.

- You come up with any?
- No.

So you've given up writing?

I think that was the right choice.

Some days
I get so sick and tired...

I just want out.

Sounds like you.

- Good night, ma'a'm. I'm off.
- Good night, Emilie.

Good night, gentlemen.

- Hurry up.
- Hold on!

You've lost already.

Want some, Jean-Paul?

Just a sip.

There it is! I win!

Bastard!

- Who won?
- Harry.

- You sure?
- He touched first.

Age before beauty, I always say.

I'm in top form.

You should work on your flutter kick.

And you on your breathing.

That's the cigarettes.

Got my watch?

Thanks.

Aren't you two tired
of being cooped up here?

Want to run down to St. Tropez?

I can't take this one out
in public.

Tell me about it!
Well, I'm going.

If my many friends find out
I was here and didn't —.

- Come along?
- Some other time.

I'm stealing a cigarette.

Then I'm off.

See you.

- Don't hold dinner for me.
- All right.

Be good, Pen.

Why didn't you 90'?

I didn't feel like it.

If you want to go out tonight,
ask him to take you.

I think I'd cramp his style.

I bet he doesn't come back alone.

- Not with his daughter here.
- Yeah, right!

Be good! I'm sure Pénélope
is watching from a window.

She's a big girl.

You're asking for it!

|'|| get you!

Which do you prefer?

What?

Which of these bread balls
do you prefer?

This one. Why?

Me too.

It's funny.
One always has a preference.

Even about silly things.

What's keeping Harry?

You cold?

A bit.

I actually don't much care
for summer.

Just the in-between seasons.

Aren't you hungry?

We should eat something,
Harry or no Harry.

It's almost 8:00.

How long have you
known each other?

Two years.

Two years?

Corning up on 2 1/2.

And my father?

Five or six years... or seven.

You and I first met
at his place, remember?

That's right.

You were like brothers back then.

We just see each other less.

We're here!

This way, ladies.

Don't worry.
We brought everything.

Take this.

The flowers!

- These are all friends?
- Bosom buddies!

Behave yourselves, kids.

Keep it down.
These people love peace and quiet.

I don't know them all yet,
sorry to say!

Pen, how are you?

Hello.

This is Mireille...

and Sylvie.

- And the young man?
- Who, me?

Come give me a hand.

Pen, come and dance!

Here, open this.

Try to be nice.

Why open bottles
when I don't even drink?

It's interesting.

In parts of Switzerland
one pays almost no tax.

My problem is that...

if a woman shows any interest,
I fall in love,

and I'm helpless.

All because
I never sowed my wild oats.

I was a virgin until 25,

until my second marriage.

Is that true?

Alas, no. It's not.

It would be ideal for me.
I love Switzerland —.

Excuse me. I'll be right back.

What's your name?

Why did you run off?

That boy was boring me to death
talking about money.

Did you see
my father and Marianne?

Yes.

And you don't care?

- It doesn't mean anything.
- Oh really?

Some nights anything goes —
Or almost anything.

It's really nothing.

I don't know why, but I'm afraid.

The sky's so blue
it's almost white.

We're in for another scorcher.

- Is it late?
- Almost noon.

Are the others up yet?

I haven't seen anyone.

- You have bags under your eyes.
- Speak for yourself.

I don't feel like getting up.

Some days aren't worth it.
Like today.

Better to just skip ahead
to tomorrow.

Then stay in bed.
Shall I draw the curtains?

Harry was very affectionate
with you last night.

He's always affectionate with women.
It's a nice feeling, you know?

What about his daughter?

What about her?

Nothing.

What do you think of her?

I should be asking you!

She's... unusual.

Seems it's time
I pack up and leave.

Hold off a while.

Pen, darling...

you're the only daughter
I'd ever have wanted.

Your skin's so smooth.

And you smell nice.

Did you sleep well?

Not really.

That's okay.

You have plenty of time to sleep.

Because once you get married...

Want some?

Later, thanks.

What are you reading?

Is it any good?

I think I've read it before.

I hope you're not bored here.

I'm not.

Know what I've been thinking?

After Milan, how about
a little trip to Venice?

What do you say?

Venice?

'Morning.

Is this your cup?

Yeah, but go ahead.

You want some?

Please. Just a bit.

Still have a hard time
waking up?

More than ever.

You're a lightweight.

So you've often told me.

I'm concerned about you.
It's only natural.

When's the wedding?
I hope I'll be best man.

What wedding?

You and Marianne.

You know you'll marry her
sooner or later.

She's really a housewife at heart.
Just right for you.

You marry her.

I gave up on marriage
some time ago.

Now I just fawn
over my daughter.

But you should marry.
It's just your style.

Go to hell.

Grumpy today, aren't we?

I woke up in a foul mood.

Do as I do.

Change your desires,
not the world.

- I have shopping to do.
- Want me to come?

Harry, drive me into town?

I'd love a spin
in your speedster.

I'll be right back.

You look great
for getting to bed so late.

I'll get changed.

- You need anything?
- No, thank you.

Well, I'm going to shave.

You must be bored stiff.

It's nice of you to hide it.

The schoolmistress did it.

I know. Thanks.

It was a hard time for him,
for many reasons.

He was counting on that book.

It was a real blow.
And besides —.

- No more attempts at...?
- I don't think so.

They say one never fails twice.

Yes, I know.

But he's really doing much better.

He quit drinking just like that,
changed his life, took that job.

- Does he enjoy it?
- More or less. You know him.

Always wanting what he doesn't have.
That hasn't changed.

Yet you stay with him?

I'm very happy with him!

Very happy-

I sense he still needs me.

He's the first man
I've ever meshed with so well.

And I'm tired of the single life,
tired of my work.

I've had enough.

He never used
to come see me before.

My mother told everyone
he'd drowned at sea.

And I believed it.

My life was fine without him.
And then last year...

he just showed up one day,

and now he's around all the time.

He wants us to go out.
He takes me everywhere.

When people take me
for his girlfriend,

he absolutely loves it.

He protests,
“No, she's my daughter!”

Hoping they won't believe him.

He gives me advice...

fawns over me...

wants to know everything I do.

Suddenly, last week...

he decided
to take me along to Italy.

I didn't ask him to!

But there was no way
I could say no.

Simply no way.

He says he got fed up
with Marianne...

that he let you have her...

but that he can
get her back anytime.

He says you have no talent.
Not a bit.

He doesn't like you.

He doesn't like anyone.

But he wants everyone
to adore him.

Ready to go?

Sure.

- So you're off to Milan?
- Yes, but not right away.

Come by one evening
before you go?

You too, of course. Good-bye.

- Emilie, aren't the others here?
- They just went out.

I waited so the house
wouldn't be unattended.

- May I go now?
- Yes, go ahead.

See you tomorrow.

They're not here?

- Can I help you?
- If you like.

- We're having Chinese, okay?
- Fine.

Will you make the rice?

As usual.

You can't do this to me!

- Aren't you ashamed?
- Never.

To see you suddenly
appear like this...

You're a vision.

It's too bad...

Want a drink?

Here you are.

Would you hook me
in back, please?

Are you crazy?

They'll be back any minute.

Where have you been?
We almost started without you.

I wanted to swim in the sea,
and we hit traffic coming back.

Let's eat.

Everything's ready.

Help yourselves.
You must be starving.

Thanks.

Did you go swimming too?

How was the water?

Great, but it was a bit windy.

I thought
you didn't like the water.

I love the sea.

No! You don't know how
to use them.

Hold one like this

and the other one above it.

Then just move your index finger.

I'll never manage!

I'll get the rice.

Did you make this?

No, I just heated it up.

It's precooked.

Yes, but...

you have to add spices:

Pepper... saffron.

Otherwise it's a bit bland.

It's delicious.

Rice has to be toasted
to be good.

Good rice is very rare.

I love Chinese food.

Everything in small pieces,
nothing wasted.

And it's very light.

Vietnamese food is even better.

And the restaurants in Amsterdam...

the Indonesian restaurants!

Fantastic!

You remember?

Don't you like it?

I'm going to bed.

Good night.

Good night, Pen.

I hope...

she didn't catch cold.

I don't think so.

The first swim of the year
always tires you out.

|'|| just check
if she needs anything.

Where did you swim? Pampelonne?

No, further down.

- Was it crowded?
- No.

Everyone was gone by then.

The mosquitoes are out tonight.

All this light attracts them.

- I'm afraid I have to go out.
— Where?

I promised I'd see Fred
before leaving here.

- You're leaving?
- Yes.

When?

Tomorrow morning.

You could have told us.

I thought I did.

- What about Pénélope?
- She's leaving too, of course.

Her mother would kill me
if I left her here alone.

See you later.

I want to get to bed early.

See you in the morning.

You're free, you know.
Completely free.

- Why do you say that?
- You know very well why.

No need to keep me company.

If you want to go upstairs,
go ahead.

- No, I'm fine here.
- So it's my fault!

Perhaps.

You're a Pisces
with Aquarius rising.

You were born to be loved,

but you don't realize it.

What are you suggesting?

Nothing.

Go up to her.
Don't stay down here.

She's leaving tomorrow.

I'll be leaving too.

Tomorrow or the day after.

This place has lost its charm.

You're going home?

Yes.

What about me?

Do whatever you like.

Is it because of her?

I'm sorry.

Don't worry about me.
It's no big deal.

I was expecting this.

You've been looking
for something lately.

You went for
the first girl who came along.

And she's Harry's daughter.
Even more exciting.

You're talking nonsense.

I don't know what you're thinking.

I have no idea
what you plan to do with her.

It's none of my business.

All I can say is...

I think you're making a mistake.

|'m going up.

Shall I turn off
the living room lights?

No, don't.

- You're sleeping down here?
- Yes.

Good night.

Good night.

Shit!

Shit, shit, shit!

That damn gate... half open!

Where will I get
the car fixed now?

- In Italy.
- Shit!

Got a cigarette?

Over there.

You alone?

- Everyone else in bed?
- Hours ago.

If I'd known,
I'd have invited you along.

You still leaving tomorrow?

You started drinking again?

- When?
- Tonight.

Good for you!

Anyway, it's your own business.

- You ought to be pleased, right?
- Me?

I don't give a shit what you do.

Why don't you go to bed?

What do you want?

Were you waiting for me?

You have something to tell me.

Out With it!

About Pénélope?

You're unbelievable!

Pathetic bastard.

You can say good-bye to Pénélope.
That's over.

I'm taking her away tomorrow.

It's over.

Finished.

What did you expect?

That things could go on like this?

That we'd all go on putting up
with your whims?

I liked you when you were 17.

You were totally crazy.

Every day was a roll of the dice.

You even tried
to kill yourself once.

Was it serious... or just an act?

We never knew.

But it worked.

We treated you with kid gloves,
like an invalid.

No one was to upset
or contradict you.

“Jean-Paul must be
handled gently.”

Marianne used to say that.

And now...

what's to become of Marianne?

Have you thought of that?

No, you don't give a damn!

It's no longer your concern.

You want everything, right away.

Spoiled brat.

Pathetic bastard!

And to top it off,
you sleep with my daughter.

Happy now?

Why are you saying all this?

I've always been better than you,
and you know it.

You could never beat me.

So you go after my daughter.

She's just 18.

An easier target.

So now you're a big man.

A big man!

Are you jealous?

Help me!

Help me, damn it!

Quit it!

Stop screwing around, damn it!

I'm cold and drunk.

Stop being an asshole!

I have a cramp.
My stomach hurts.

Quit it.

Help me get out.

You're nuts!

I could never swim in there again.

We'll have it drained tomorrow.

That would be worse.

Still no word from your mother?

But you did let her know?

She must have seen it
in the papers.

Anyway, she won't care.

See you later.

I couldn't imagine him old...

with wrinkles and white hair.

So few came to the funeral.
I was surprised.

Everyone's away on vacation.

At least someone
from the record company came.

It stung a bit seeing him
drive off in Harry's car.

He was so proud of it.

I fixed a light lunch.

I figured you'd be hungry
despite everything.

Thank you, Emilie.
Very thoughtful.

I wonder if his daughter
is even sad.

Are you angry with me?

What for?

For how quickly
everything can change.

You two do as you like,
but I'm leaving tomorrow.

Me too. The sooner the better.

Will you see her back home?

We can't send her off
on her own.

I'd leave tonight if I could,
but it's too late.

Forgive me for intruding.

That's all right.

Inspector Lévéque
from Marseille.

You must be Mr. Leroy.

This is purely routine,

required for every accident.

I know it's a bother.

Inspector Lévéque
from Marseille.

Just a few formalities.

The police were here
several times.

Yes, I know.

I have the report right here.
Eleven pages.

They're very meticulous,
but they always overlook something.

Please sit down.

Thank you.

- Were you about to eat?
- It's okay.

I won't be long.
Just a few details.

No, thank you. I prefer my own.

This is about Mr. Lannier's death,
of course.

The coroner says
he drowned around 4:00 am.

Was he a good swimmer?

Yes, very good.

Was he a man who...

How shall I put it?

Is that Miss Lannier?

Inspector Lévéque
from Marseille.

My condolences.

I just have a few questions.

You may stay if you like.

Did Mr. Lannier
often swim at night?

Sometimes.

Ma'am, it was you...

who found the body?

That's right.

In the swimming pool.

- And where were his clothes?
- Beside the pool.

Listen to this.

“Light-blue gabardine trousers
and a light-blue cotton shirt...

lay folded
on a small aluminum table.”

You see, it's quite detailed.

You agree with the police?

Had you seen Mr. Lannier
earlier that evening?

Yes, of course.

- You too, of course.
- Yes.

And when Mr. Lannier
left for St. Tropez...

he was wearing blue trousers?

Yes.

And a light-blue shirt?

Yes, I think so.

Ah! You're not sure?

Not entirely.

What about you?

I didn't really notice. Perhaps.

Fine. It's not important.

You slept
in the living room that night?

Yes, it's cooler downstairs.

May I take a look?

Yes, certainly.

Yet when Mr. Lannier
ran into the gate...

- you heard nothing?
- Nothing.

I'd taken a sleeping pill.

They asked us all this before.

I know, but what can I do?

I must make further inquiries,

and I have to say
you're not being terribly helpful.

For example:

We know Mr. Lannier
drowned in the pool.

But how?

Swimming, right?

Right. Swimming.

With his watch on?

Do you often go swimming
with your watch on?

Sometimes.

Mine is waterproof.

Mr. Lannier's wasn't.

It was an expensive gold watch.

He must have forgotten.
It seems he'd been drinking.

That's true.

He was seen drinking a lot
and dancing.

It must have been that.

Well, I'll leave you now.

If you think of anything,
the smallest detail, let me know.

What kind of detail?

I don't know.

I'll leave that to you.

Will you be staying
a while longer?

We're leaving right away.

Forgive me...

but may I ask you to stay
until the case is closed?

- Will that take long?
- A few days.

Of course, Miss Lannier can
return home whenever she likes.

Well, good-bye for now.

Excuse me.

Hi, Fred.

I'm okay.

Marianne's doing better.

I don't know exactly.

It depends.

No, we'll be here.

Okay. Bye.

That was Fred.

He might come by later.

That guy's back.

Hello.

You haven't left yet?

Your mother's coming
for you, right?

No, Jean-Paul's taking me back.

Mr. Leroy?

Excuse me, but I need
to speak with her privately.

Good day, ma'am... or miss.
It's me again.

May we speak privately?

- Inside?
- No, better out here.

Come with me.

Have you been friends
with Mr. Leroy very long?

Over two years.

I just learned
he's taking Miss Lannier home.

It's only natural.

- Have you thought things over?
- No.

I have.

I thought about that watch.

And there's another detail
in the report.

The police noted that
Mr. Lannier's pockets were empty.

Absolutely empty.

Not a shred of tobacco.
Not a single coin.

And no trace of perspiration.

They were as clean
as if fresh from the laundry.

Yet Mr. Lannier

had drunk and danced
a lot that night.

So you see...

if someone had
pushed him in the pool...

then hid his clothes
and laid out fresh ones...

the result would be
exactly the same.

Were you close to Mr. Lannier?

I'd known him a long time.

Were you his lover
at some point?

Yes...

but that was four years ago.

Was your affair public?

I mean... did Mr. Leroy know?

Probably.

These last few days,
did Mr. Lannier try —.

No, not really.

Maybe all this amounts
to nothing after all.

Excuse me
for bothering you again.

- Will this be over soon?
- I think so. I hope so.

- Find anything new?
- No, nothing.

- So we can leave?
- Soon, I hope.

When?

Maybe tomorrow or the next day.

I'll let you know.

Good-bye.

'Evening.

Are we not talking?

Why?

You haven't said
a word to me all day.

What do you want me to say?

I can't think of anything but him.
Can you?

No, me neither.

I watch you...

living, eating, walking around...

answering the phone.

It's like I'm seeing you
for the first time.

Now that the investigation's over...

How do you know it's over?

Did the inspector
tell you something?

What did he say?

Nothing.

But you know...

Harry's clothes...

found by the pool...

he said Harry couldn't have
worn them that night.

How could he know?

They were too clean.

No sweat... nothing.

And his shirt wasn't blue.
It was white.

I'm sure of it now.
I remember clearly.

He said...

someone could have
pushed Harry into the pool...

and drowned him.

And then switched his clothes.

He says...

it might have been murder.

He says you killed him.

You understand?

That's why he came back.

He's snooping around
for evidence.

What sort of evidence?

Perhaps just a bundle...

of wrinkled clothes
stashed away somewhere.

Did you find them?

We just wanted to see
how you're doing.

Sit down. What will you have?

- Anything.
- Beer? Coke? Scotch?

- Beer's fine.
- Same here.

A Coke for me.

Did you see the article
in yesterday's paper?

They spelled “Lannier”
with just one N.

It's not a flattering picture.

But it's him, all right.

- What's it say?
- Nothing much.

Where's Pénélope?

Outside... or in her room.

- Is she staying?
- No, she's going home to her mother.

What about your vacation?

We're leaving too, of course.

A little rummy will take
your mind off things, Jean-Paul.

Thanks for everything.
Good night.

Did you find them?

We were by the pool.

He was drunk.

He tried to hit me.

He fell in on his own.

I don't know
what came over me next.

A moment of madness.

Come inside.

Don't stay out here.

Tell me.

That's all.
There's nothing else.

I wouldn't let him get out.

You should have called me.

What do we do now?

Pénélope will have to leave.

Tell her gently.
She'll listen to you.

Promise to see her again later.

This isn't for me. It's for her.

Only for her.

Try to relax.

Harry's clothes...

where did you put them?

But I thought —.

In the cellar, under the woodpile.

I don't believe
a word of what he said.

Just tell me one thing.

How did my father die?

He drowned. It's true.

It was an accident.

- Good-bye, Pen.
- Good-bye.

I have no reason
to detain you further.

I hope you know
what you're doing.

I learned something
about Mr. Leroy.

He attempted suicide once,
didn't he?

I didn't know that.

Did you think
about what I said last time?

- Yes.
- Did you find anything?

Nothing at all.

You know...

a case is never closed for good.

It can be reopened.

If you should ever
have any regrets —.

Don't say no.

One never knows.

You can always come see me.

Good-bye.

Good-bye, and good luck.

Where are your bags?

Never mind. Don't bother.

- What?
- Don't bother.

What do you mean?

You're not leaving?

I'll take the train later.
Leave me alone.

Go away. Leave me alone.

What about the rest of the food?

Take it all, Emilie.

Thank you, ma'am.

Hurry.

Is it because of...?

I don't know exactly.

I feel...

as if I don't know you anymore.

I can't take anymore.

- Let's leave together.
- No.

The taxi station, please.

I'd like a taxi —.

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