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IN A FILM BY

THE OTHER WOMAN

Hello!

Hello.

Hello!

-You have my packages? -In the other boat.

How did you get here?

That's mine.

My suitcase.

Shall I carry your cases?

I'm sure you're very kind, but I don't understand.

Can I help you?

Yes, thanks. Someone should have picked me up,

I sent a telegram.

Mail is unreliable here. Where are you going?

To Ensenada Del Sol.

There's a bus in five minutes.

Oh. But my cases.

No one will steal them.

There are very few tourists here.

You have nearly 2km to walk,

I'll have them brought to you.

Your bus is in the square, hurry.

If you ever need an interpreter,

just ask for Flora, that's me.

Thanks.

Remember, ask for Flora. Everyone knows me.

We're here. See you next week.

-It's going to rain. -We need water.

Here?

La Ensenada?

No, ma'am.

No, ma'am La Ensenada is 2km away.

Look.

Paco, look who's on the road.

See that, Federico?

Look, Ramón.

How about that!

There he is.

I don't know what he'd have done...

The lighthouse man.

Read what's written here.

It's unbelievable.

So he's been released, then?

Miss, La Ensenada is that way.

You need to go straight on.

Thank you very much.

Ah, crap.

Oh, what a country.

It'll soon pass.

Don't be afraid.

I don't understand Spanish.

You being on the bus

was lucky for me.

-You smoke? -Thanks.

-Cold? -Frozen.

I don't have a glass.

Don't bother, I don't like alcohol.

Who likes alcohol?

We drink it for the effect.

Yes.

It'll warm you up.

Aren't you having any?

I don't trust its effects on me.

Are you English or American?

English.

You speak good French.

I lived in France for a long time.

Mind if I take off my jacket?

-Are you from Paris? -Yes.

I was there just this morning.

I feel so out of place.

Is that what you were looking for?

No?

Because?

That's what people come here for.

Escape, tranquility.

A kind of happiness.

And we can find that here?

Perhaps.

Hey, it's stopping.

Smells good now.

Shall we go?

Give it.

Thanks.

By the way, where are you going?

To Ensenada Del Sol.

To La Ensenada?

Yes, why?

No reason. I'm going that way.

Look.

La Ensenada.

My house is there, behind the cape.

It's called the Faro.

So we're bound to meet up again.

I doubt it.

Why, don't you want to?

You won't want to

when someone translates

what people were saying about me on the bus.

You have a bad reputation, that's wonderful.

Welcome to the island.

Ah.

Is anyone there?

Ma'am?

Sir?

Is anyone there?

Go on, get out. Get out.

Is someone there?

Hello?

Oh?

Ah.

Good evening, ma'am. Do you speak French?

A little.

You should have had a letter from Mr. Taylor

and a telegram I sent.

Mr. Taylor?

Yes, the owner of this house.

He wrote to inform you of my arrival.

No letter. What do you want?

First, to eat something.

Then, sleep until...

What do you think of my dress?

Miss, there's a young French woman.

-Good evening. -Good evening.

Chesca, the hens, the hens.

My name is Annabelle Doria.

I'm Agnès Denis.

Do you live here?

I'm dying here.

Chesca, another glass.

No thanks, I don't drink.

Too bad for you.

I'm glad to see you.

What a surprise!

Didn't they tell you?

I'm here on behalf of Mr. Taylor,

the owner of the house,

to decorate and do some work.

When he is coming?

No idea. When it's done.

Chesca, Félix! I've brought the cases!

It's really awful.

This woman is as rancid as her cooking,

and she charges me a fortune.

My dress is pretty, isn't it?

Very.

I have many like this,

so I change often.

I know, they're young girls' dresses,

but I like them. Here, I can wear them

because I feel at home, because no one's here.

And Mr. Taylor wants me to leave?

The monster.

Look, I got the same ones.

Because of a handsome Austrian. And you...?

An ugly Frenchman.

Good evening, everyone.

Ah, Félix, the whole gang's here.

Chesca, serve Pedro a glass of whisky. He likes that.

No, I'll serve it myself.

-Does the lady speak Spanish? -Not at all.

We all speak a little French.

We've worked in Marseille.

Tonight, I got the letter and the telegram.

Ah, you see.

He waited eight years,

and just like that, he sends you to kick us out.

Maybe he'll keep you.

What if we don't want to be servants?

That's up to you.

Eight years, he never came back, and he thinks...

You were able to take in boarders,

while he paid you to maintain his house.

Shut up and leave.

-Good evening, miss. -Good evening.

Miss?

Of course, you do have friends on the island?

Oh, obviously.

One of your neighbors, the English man from the Faro.

Is he back?

How many do you have?

It's this way.

This way, Miguel.

Hey!

Oh, oh?

Pedro?

Good morning, miss.

Did we wake you last night?

It was locals coming to get tattoos.

I'm a specialist.

You know how it is when they come,

they shout, they make a racket.

Please excuse us.

I went right back to sleep.

Señora, if you want, there's the little boat.

I wouldn't know how to use it.

It's not hard.

Pedro will show you.

Pedro, show the lady how.

No, I have work to do.

If the work drags on, you'll get paid for longer.

And here, nobody works.

You'll be surprised by the output I can achieve.

It's not like an hour matters here or there.

What do you know?

From out at sea, you'll see how beautiful the coast is.

Can I help you?

Enjoy the trip.

Don't worry, miss,

Pedro is a great sailor.

Very good.

It's easy.

Are you a painter?

What?

You, a painter?

Oh no, decorator.

Is that the Faro?

Yes, that's the Faro.

Don't go that way.

Not that way, I tell you.

OK, you don't want to go there. You're the boss.

Why are you all against that Englishman?

You don't want to tell me?

Oh?

No comprendo, señorita.

I don't speak French.

Quite beautiful, huh?

Desolate, yet sublime.

I meant Pedro.

Is he Félix's son?

A nephew.

He comes sometimes.

Do you like him?

If I were 17.

A handsome brute can be fun.

But I'm 28.

-Want the hammock? -No, thanks. I'm too hungry.

Chesca, can you warm up my coffee?

Honey, I wanted to ask you.

Do you know Mr. Taylor well?

Yes, why?

Write and tell him I want to buy La Ensenada.

Buy?

Yes. Will you write?

Yes, tomorrow. I promise.

One day, when I've had too much to drink,

I'll tell you why I want to stay in this awful house,

why I'm here.

No need, I get why you'd cling to your own little hell.

Thanks.

Thank God, my bank account

means I can afford this delicious little hell.

Do you know the owner of the Faro?

Daniel Trent? Vaguely.

He killed his wife.

Well, now you know.

He killed her, drowned her.

We thought he'd kill her slowly.

He must have lost patience.

Exciting, huh?

Way better than a handsome brute, a killer.

It's thrilling.

Butterflies like to get their wings burned.

But if I were you, I wouldn't go near the Faro.

A killer doesn't kill all day long.

Who knows?

I'm going for a swim.

They found no evidence.

He drowned her.

The police searched near the Faro, everywhere,

but sadly, she was never found.

They released Daniel Trent, but he's the killer,

everyone knows it.

Hey!

Nice docking.

Are you here to see me?

Yes. Am I bothering you?

Oh, you're limping.

I cut myself walking on the rocks.

So,

did they tell you everything at La Ensenada?

Yes.

And you still came?

Yeah.

Thanks.

They questioned me every day

for three weeks, one after another.

Then they let me go,

due to lack of evidence.

But they haven't given up,

the investigation continues.

Is there anything I can do?

Why would you do anything for me?

Are things going that great for you?

No, but that's exactly why.

So it's me who needs to help you.

Go to the village, do some shopping for me,

you'll quickly change your mind.

Not really. Why don't you go?

Is your foot that bad?

That's not why.

I don't want to see anyone.

You understand?

Thanks.

Come by the house tonight.

Sorry, excuse me.

He'll never change.

For a local guy, he's quite the flirt.

Miss?

Miss, need a ride?

You live in Ensenada,

and you don't want to walk home.

Can't hide anything from you.

About the pretty women on this island, nothing.

You must be the local Don Juan.

Can't hide anything from you, either.

Allow me, miss.

Getting in? Or are you scared?

It's better than 6km in the sun.

Do I look dangerous?

Too stylish for that.

I'll take that as a compliment.

Does the Mercedes trick usually work?

So-so.

French women are tough.

Easier with Spanish women?

Ricardo! What a beautiful car.

I'll swap it for your donkey if you like?

I'd love that.

What an appetite. Doesn't my uncle feed you?

Your uncle?

Félix is my uncle.

Yes, I'm the successful nephew.

They're full of admiration for me, dazzled.

By that rock?

What do you think?

Regrettable.

No luck with you.

Wait, leave me here.

But for Ensenada...

No, I'm going to the Faro.

-There you go. -Thanks anyway.

I won't go any further.

Shall I pick you up?

For lunch sometime?

So, you're scared of meeting him?

Do you also think...

I'm not afraid of anyone.

I only believe what I'm sure of.

This lunch?

Just come by, you'll see.

I'm very patient.

All the good qualities.

Hello?

Daniel?

Daniel?

Are you here?

Daniel?

Daniel, are you there?

Oh?

Is Miss Annabelle's room on the right?

Yes. She's still sleeping, don't disturb her.

-And the door next to my room? -The attic.

Ah. Thanks.

Sorry.

What can be done with this?

Ah.

And 4 meters.

So...

Ah...

Sorry to bother you again.

No, no, señora, no. Don't take that.

Why? I wanted to put it in my room.

Please, no.

-What's with this painting? -It belongs to Félix.

Miss Annabelle gave it to him, she painted it.

Oh, she paints? I'll ask Félix.

No, no, he'd get mad at me.

He's really mean when he's angry.

Keep it then, and stop making a fuss.

I didn't come yesterday.

I was so tired, I couldn't.

I went to the pharmacy.

Do you pity the poor cripple?

You should get a maid.

She'd to be too scared I'd strangle her.

Yes, that's her.

At least, that's how she saw herself.

How did it happen?

I was sleeping in the tower.

She slept here.

One morning, she was gone.

Her bed was untouched.

She didn't even leave a note.

-Oh, my scarf. -Yes.

You must have left it behind last night.

If anyone should be embarrassed, it's me.

Are you leaving?

A letter to mail.

Ah, it can't wait.

Will you come back?

I may kill people, but I don't like being alone.

You should have thought of that.

Paris. Paris, France, how much?

Five pesetas. Five.

Are you Miss Agnès Denis?

Miss Agnès Denis?

Agnès Denis, yes, that's me.

You had a call last night from Paris. A conference.

A conference?

Here's the message notification I sent you at Ensenada.

You got a call from Paris.

I should call Paris?

Yes.

But where in Paris do I call?

I don't know the number, it was Paris that called.

What number?

I don't know the number. You were called from Paris.

Paris, yes, but where in Paris?

Oof...

Wait here.

Come, I have an idea. Follow me.

Come on.

Come on.

Where's Señora Flora's house?

Ah, Mrs. Flora's house?

On the right. The first on the right.

On the right.

-Yes. -Thanks.

Flora?

Flora?

I've just found a gem.

Flora, what's this?

An old iron.

An object bearing a century's labors.

And brimming with erotic symbols.

Oh, I want it, I want it...

I need your help.

We've met before.

At Marie-Laure's. I was showing my photos.

Oh yes, indeed.

Pure wonders.

You'll never seen enough of them.

-Come to dinner. -Yes.

We have friends over every night.

They turned the tables, it's divine.

Don't miss it.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye.

See you soon.

Ah, don't they just shine with beauty?

A call from Paris? Put me through to my home.

Yes, thank you.

You're wanted by someone in Paris.

-Me? -Yes, yes.

Must be Taylor getting upset.

We'll transfer the call here.

-Would you like a palomita? -No, thanks.

Oh, and something else.

I went to see some workers,

the builder, the plumber, right next door to you.

And you didn't understand a word.

Yes, at least one thing,

they don't want to work for me.

Makes you wonder what the point is in being pretty.

I'll go talk to them.

This Daniel Trent, is he the one...

Don't believe everything you hear.

That accusation is ridiculous.

Yet the whole island believes it's him.

It's idiotic.

When she vanished, it was Daniel who called the police.

He was desperate.

They searched the whole island, all of Spain,

but they couldn't find her.

Daniel, a murderer?

Read his book, you'll see it's not possible.

I'll read it.

He used to come here often.

He's a little too sensitive,

too raw,

maybe even too delicate.

Oh, that must be for you.

Yes? Yes, hello? Yes, she's here.

While you're on the phone, I'll go see your workmen.

Thanks.

Hello?

Hello?

Ah, Mr. Taylor?

Who?

Is that you?

What's wrong?

Oh, wonderful.

He's amazing.

What?

You need me?

Explain, I don't understand.

It's tough being alone.

You get used to it, you know.

I said, "You get used to it."

Oh, harder for you.

What do you want me to do about it?

Yes, it was abrupt, but that's how you are.

No, no.

No. It's over, no.

But... because I'm happy here.

Listen, I dreamed more than once that you'd beg like you're doing now.

Well I was wrong, because it disgusts me.

So, shut up.

Shut up. No.

No.

I've just seen your workmen,

same answer.

Félix came by,

he told them to do nothing.

You won't change that.

If it's for me, I'm not here.

Very good.

-May I? -Of course.

Yes?

No. The lady has just left.

Don't mention it.

-Hello. -Hello.

Have you seen Félix?

Yes, he's here.

Félix, I came here to do a job,

and like it or not, I'm going to do it.

-Yes? -Yes.

If there's any trouble at all, I'll send a telegram to Mr. Taylor.

What will you tell him?

What I found.

And within 24 hours, you'll clear out.

And who will make me leave?

The Englishman from the Faro?

The civil guard, if necessary.

Do as you please.

Now's not the moment to annoy you.

And anyway, I don't want to.

I'm fasting.

Not tonight, though.

Feels like London, first drink when the sun's over the yardarm.

You have to have principles.

Can't wait for winter, shorter days.

By the way, did you write?

The letter's been sent.

Thanks.

This is where the cosmos meets the extraordinary.

Don't laugh, it's what a critic said.

Do you do that too?

I saw one of your landscapes, not bad.

A landscape by me?

I wouldn't be capable.

I can't draw or paint, only sell.

I'm the Raphael of snobbery.

Better than being the Meissonier.

Tell me,

which landscape were you talking about?

Nothing, I must have been mistaken.

-Did I lie? -No, it's beautiful.

Oh, a rodeo.

Out, you drunk!

We don't want drunks here!

What's going on? That's enough!

That's enough, Pedro!

-Hello. -Hello.

You know my brother?

Yeah, I saw him in Ensenada.

Set us a table.

Hello.

-Know who it is? -No.

Lady Mary Bluck.

Congratulations.

This restaurant makes me a lot of money.

Few customers, but carefully selected.

It's the dolce vita. It's Saint-Tropez, Capri, right?

Good for the locals, right?

Have you ever been hungry?

No.

Everyone wants to leave the island except Pedro.

Your dream life was hunger and the bus for us.

And today, you've switched sides.

Good for the tribe.

What brilliant English.

Yes, the farmer became a gentleman.

These are fun pieces of furniture.

-Made here? -On the continent.

You won't see them anywhere else, they're exclusive models.

Ah, that's your idea.

From a lady, a Swede who knew how to do everything.

About the decorations...

Are we talking business?

Forget about Ensenada.

What's up with that house?

Félix wants to stop me from working,

Annabelle wants to buy it,

you want me to give it up. Why?

I have a better offer for you.

Half the island is mine,

I have a lot of houses needing a decorator.

Yes but first, Ensenada.

Because?

Because the more I'm stopped from doing something, the more

I want to do it.

And because I set a goal for personal reasons.

You refuse to work for me?

Later, I won't say no.

Even if I try to charm you.

Especially if you do.

Are you really immune to charm?

Nauseated by charm.

It's exactly what I was dreaming of.

Don't move,

I don't want to go up in smoke.

Feeling better?

I have no idea.

All I do is sleep.

I took sleeping pills.

Well, just my luck.

Same here.

I finally have someone to talk to but I'm exhausted.

Oh, we've got time.

Anyway, it's time for me to sunbathe.

Would you do it here?

Sure, as long as you're asleep, I'm safe.

Goodnight then.

You're forcing me to be rude.

Well.

Strange voice, isn't it?

She recorded it in Paris.

She wanted to sing.

That was her jazz musician period.

She was talented.

Except at making me happy.

I don't blame her, though.

Why would you?

Love is already a misunderstanding.

Because details come before what really matters.

We love...

a certain tilt to the head,

a play of glances,

a tone of voice,

that accent...

a bit husky.

What country was she from?

Swedish.

Don't you use your boat anymore?

Never again.

Anyway, it's dangerous, it's leaking.

And it holds too many memories.

Oh, sorry.

She loved the sea and the sun.

You can't go on living like this,

listening to that record, hiding from everyone.

What if I like it?

Oh, you're not that morbid.

Don't care what people think, live.

She might come back.

You're so sure I didn't...

Certain.

It's amazing how people can be so sure,

whether they think I'm innocent or guilty.

It's just easier to accuse.

I know.

You deserve more credit than they do.

No, it doesn't take an effort to believe in you.

-Daniel... -Careful.

I know you're going to say, "Daniel, I want to help you."

Daniel, I want to help you.

Not writing anymore?

No, I was waiting for the muse.

She'll bring you paper and a quill.

Agnès, you going to the village tomorrow?

Do you need anything?

Yes, everything.

This time, go yourself.

There's a bus at 10:30.

Satisfied?

Life goes on.

So,

they didn't eat you?

I tend to kill the appetite.

-Got a cigarette? -Yes.

But I think you were right, it's quite an experience.

For others, I see things so clearly.

Ah, there's one.

Someone's here.

Léna. Léna's come back.

I doubt it.

Daniel.

I heard you came to see me.

Can I help you?

No, just a friendly visit.

That's wonderful.

You're going back to the village?

I have no choice.

I'm even being forced to face the shopkeepers.

But... where's my bag?

I didn't know you knew each other.

It hasn't been long.

I was scared when I saw the light,

I thought it was her.

Scared? Why?

He would have forgiven her right away.

And she would have taken advantage of that.

She was a real bitch.

Oh, she was a sweetheart.

Everyone loved her.

Léna, not at all.

Did you know her?

No, I've seen photos Vicky took of her.

The ones that appeared in Harper's Bazaar.

They were great.

You're interested in her posthumously, strange twist.

Oh yes.

Vodka. It's essential here.

What are you whispering about?

I was asking Rick what he thought of Léna.

Did you know her?

Of course, Rick knew her.

She was very beautiful,

quite unique.

Paranoid.

It burst out of her paintings.

Did she paint too?

Honey, here everyone writes or paints.

Luckily, she painted very little, it was a short craze.

She was a poor child,

unloved, like me.

She was seeking...

Oh, what are we looking for?

She's getting it all out, that's good.

And Daniel?

Oh, he's a vile creature.

If he killed her, it was to affirm his manhood.

He's incredibly cruel.

You'll see.

Julia.

Come here right away.

It's a common case, bully and victim.

Hush, love.

Here's a simple soul,

kind, naive, oblivious to our troubles.

Are you taking her to Paris?

If I can pay her the same as here, yes.

She worked for the Trents.

-Tell the lady. -He killed her, I know he did.

He killed her, she knows it.

He wouldn't let her go out.

He shouted at her, he didn't want her to go out.

He shut himself in the tower or left on his boat.

The poor woman was always alone.

He shut himself up in the tower or headed out on his boat.

She was alone all the time, alone.

Alone? With Julia.

She used to cry. I saw her bruises.

He'd get drunk and hit her.

He beat her. She saw the marks.

When he drank, he'd beat her.

Oh, shut your mouths. Zip it.

Music, some music.

What does she know about Léna's disappearance?

Oh, it was a Sunday,

and her fiancé was on leave.

Come over here.

I'm telling the truth. He's the one who killer her.

Oh, Jimmy's going to dance.

He only dances to Bach, now.

It's so pure.

He's no longer a man,

he's a bronze in motion.

Those are the kind of stories they told the police.

-And you? -I had nothing to say.

Yet, you knew her very well.

All the more reason.

Léna was fascinating. Fascinating and complicated.

And it was nobody's business.

Did Daniel know?

About what?

About you? About everything?

I don't know.

Do you like Daniel?

Are you crazy?

Then give up, Agnès, trust me.

What was Léna's painting like?

Léna's paintings?

Pretty postcards.

She had plenty of talent, but she wasn't a genius.

Her ideas didn't go anywhere, either.

Her passion for painting

lasted as briefly as her love for me,

barely a summer.

And after you and painting?

I don't know.

I never saw her again one-on-one.

Not even to murder her.

I read Daniel's book.

Your thoughts?

It's strange, like a nightmare.

But it's a fine book.

It's a book by a sonámbulo.

-How do you say sonámbulo? -Ah, sleepwalker.

Sleepwalker.

He was dead, like his author.

If you had a sense of humor, you'd see it's a game.

Maybe. But to escape reality,

Daniel Trent invented his own world,

a world peopled by ghosts.

And now, Léna is a ghost.

I don't know if I like Daniel.

I feel like I hate Léna.

Shall we have another game of tute?

Horse tute.

Nice outing?

So-so.

Not going to your room?

You're in a hurry.

Not at all, dear.

-Big party at Félix's place? -A tattoo session.

You're coming up?

No, I want to stay on the beach for a bit.

Good evening.

Come on, hurry up.

Let's go!

Hey!

Pedro!

Hey!

Quick, hurry up.

-Pepe! -I'm ready!

Contraband,

half the island does it,

the other half lives on it.

You don't mess around with stuff like this.

I get their welcome at Ensenada.

Above all, don't say anything to them.

Ah, yes.

I tried, but no.

Don't push it, it might be too soon.

And yet, we're not here to...

To?

I can't say she brought me peace.

Did she love you?

Each of us cared for the other in our own way.

Did she often go out?

Sometimes, she'd visit the photographer and her crazy gang.

And also to Ensenada?

What would she have done there?

Daniel, are you sure you're not mistaken?

Maybe she wasn't...

What she was doesn't matter anymore.

-Even to the police? -The police have searched, me too.

You won't find anything because there isn't anything.

The case will be closed.

That's how this nightmare will end.

Agnès, don't talk to me about Léna.

You want me to live again,

and to do that, I need all my strength.

I'm trying to give you some.

No, memories won't give me any.

Thanks. Fill it all up with gravel.

Where's the wheelbarrow?

Agnès?

Agnès?

Do you hear me?

Agnès?

Stop dreaming, the sun is up.

I didn't sleep a wink.

Ah, the female ritual, staying up all night, dreaming by day.

Where did you come from so early? Am I being nosy?

Please excuse my curiosity.

I don't mean any harm, naturally.

Naturally.

-A beautiful estate? -Yes.

In the extravagant style those fine people love?

You have to make a living.

If you want to handle the decor,

my offer still stands.

Even if I know your real reasons?

I realized last night why you wanted me to leave Ensenada.

It was most amusing.

-Did Félix see you? -No.

Ah, good. If I wanted you to leave,

it was to avoid...

Me ending up like Léna.

Like Léna?

Rick, are you part of this little family business?

No, not for a long time.

But at first, to start my business,

I needed a lot of money.

Ricardo?

Agnès, you won't report him, will you?

Who do you take me for?

Unless this smuggling farce helps me understand...

Ricardo, can you come?

Go ahead, we'll talk about this later.

Alright, alright.

Twenty out of 80. Make sure the arches are all level.

OK. See you later.

Agnès, are you also going to refuse me some technical advice?

Have you done this kind of ceiling before?

Yes.

You see, you've worked for me.

And for free as well.

Alright. Alright.

-Bye, thanks. -See you soon.

My dear, you're knocking them dead.

Still no word from Taylor?

I told you, I don't think he wants to sell.

If he refuses, I'll have to leave right away.

There are other places on the island.

Other places?

And other handsome brutes too.

That's much more important to me.

Who told you?

-They laugh at me, don't they? -No one told me anything.

There are other places, yes,

but he wouldn't come.

Why did you tell me if Daniel had killed Léna,

he was right to do so?

I must have been drinking.

You must know a lot.

Annabelle, please.

I know nothing.

Neither he nor she were my friends.

Yet, Léna came here sometimes.

Chesca, did Léna come to Ensenada?

To Ensenada?

No.

Sweetheart, how touching.

You share in everyone's troubles,

but you're too young.

So, one piece of advice deserves another.

You're young, attractive,

take care of no one,

and I mean

no one.

Honey, it's touching how much you piss me off.

That's pretty.

What?

The tune...

Ah, the tune.

-Not Spanish? -No.

It's Swedish.

I can't remember the words.

Pedro?

No, nothing. Thanks.

Daniel?

Oh, good evening.

Why does everyone lie or clam up?

Why don't you just drop it?

Not that easily.

Tonight, I need some human warmth.

With or without music?

With music would be nice.

With or without Chinchón?

With.

With or without water?

Without.

And you?

No, better if I don't get started.

So, you really found nothing?

Nothing at all?

Yes, something.

The killer's name?

No, not yet.

I think I'm going to cause you pain.

-Is it necessary? -Yes.

Léna wasn't what you thought.

She didn't just see Vicky and her gang.

Be quiet.

She went out every night,

and you knew.

She always needed something new.

Be quiet.

Rick, Pedro.

I'm asking you to be quiet.

What did you do?

Listen to the gossip of every jerk on the island?

Now,

I want just one thing,

to forget.

-Don't you want to know? -No, definitely not.

Alright, as you wish.

Agnès, are you upset?

No.

Then stay.

Alright.

Thank you.

-You good? -Very good.

Agnès,

how about we talk about you?

Why? Why me?

Because it's impossible for you to love me.

I don't know if it's impossible, but...

We met too late.

After everything that's happened,

you've helped me realize a lot, Agnès.

Help me.

It's so hard to be alone.

You get used to it, you know.

I've lost my taste for happiness.

Why do you insist on being alone?

Ma'am, there's a telegram for you.

Thanks.

Ah.

Chesca?

I want to ask you something.

I need to find the painting that was in the attic.

What did you do with it?

I haven't seen it.

-I haven't touched it. -Who took it?

Félix?

Pedro?

Annabelle?

So, she knew.

-She accepted that Léna and Pedro... -I accepted it at first.

I nearly went back to Italy,

but I realized it's better to fight.

Is that your business?

I have news for you.

He agreed, he's selling me his house.

I don't envy you.

I know. I know what's coming.

This little hell will no longer even be delicious.

I'm going to burn, and this time the flames will be big.

Oh well, I won't be as cold.

Now they'll have to reckon with me, all of them.

Not for long.

I know who killed Léna now.

It was Pedro.

You're crazy.

I even have proof.

What proof? Were they sleeping together?

My poor friend, Pedro wasn't the only one.

I could give you a long list of suspects.

Did Daniel know?

I was happy to tell him.

Léna was young and beautiful, as Pedro said,

so I had to find other means.

But why, the night Léna disappeared,

did Pedro come back covered in blood?

How did you know?

Now I know for sure.

Wait.

Please, listen to me.

Then say it was me.

Oh well.

Everything looks bad for me.

She took Pedro from me.

She found it amusing.

But he's all I have.

Who else had a reason to kill her?

I know, you lured her to the cliff,

pushed her off,

and the sea took her body. OK with you?

Getting in?

-Yes, take me to... -To the civil guard, right.

Your plan worked.

I had to catch up with you.

I'm sorry,

but if I have a chance to help Daniel,

too bad for Pedro.

What are you doing? This isn't the way to the village.

I'll take you there later,

but first, I'm going to show you something.

Listen, Agnès,

there's something I've never told anyone,

never.

But since you're so sure of yourself.

One evening, I went to visit one of my sites.

I went via the Faro.

It's a place I really like.

I saw a sailboat heading out to sea.

Daniel's sailboat?

Yes, but he wasn't alone.

Léna was with him.

The sea was rough, bad.

I saw the boat sail away from the Faro,

and then head straight out to sea.

I stayed there for a long time.

They turned over there, behind the cape.

So what?

He informed the police the next morning

that she was missing.

Pretty, but a bit weak.

Didn't Léna ever go with him?

Yes, when she'd crossed the line, to make up for it.

Léna hated the sea.

Léna loved the sea.

You're lying.

I saw the sailboat return,

Daniel was alone.

But since I couldn't be sure from that distance,

I said nothing.

I'm telling the police everything I know.

-They'll reopen the investigation! -I hope so.

You don't realize.

Careful, Agnès, you're taking a lot of risks.

Losing my brother.

I love him a lot.

Don't play with fire.

It will all end badly.

My God, you thought I could do that?

It's silly, I got scared.

You suspect anyone to prove Daniel innocent.

That's not true.

By always playing the comforter, you'll compromise everyone.

-Him first. -No.

I feel you're about to tell me something dramatic.

Daniel, this is very serious.

You need to call the police.

-What, now? -Right now.

Annabelle confessed everything.

The night Léna went missing,

Pedro came back to Ensenada covered in blood.

Bravo.

But if that's all the proof you have, you've got a way to go.

That night,

I caught Pedro sneaking around the Faro.

We fought, I injured him.

That doesn't clear him, Léna could have met him.

Daniel, even what seems unconvincing could help the police.

Go on.

What's the point now?

Even Rick has arguments against you.

Tell me everything you know about Léna,

everything you didn't want to tell me,

everything you don't dare admit to yourself.

Do you really think it was Pedro?

Yes, more than ever.

Why the rush?

Can't it wait until tomorrow?

But it's serious.

Annabelle will tell him everything, he'll leave tonight.

I doubt it.

Since you're so sure,

did you wonder why he killed her?

She must have driven him crazy, made him mad...

And one day, he'd had enough,

enough of being humiliated,

of being ridiculed,

enough of hearing her laughing and singing, right?

Maybe.

His life with Léna had become impossible.

Even her voice,

the voice he loved so much,

had become unbearable.

He wanted to silence her.

Yes.

He forgot the record.

You...

think that after,

he found peace?

I don't know.

Can you understand him?

I can.

If you were his judge,

would you pardon him?

Daniel, break the record, tear up the photos, destroy

all that reminds you of her.

I don't need to anymore, but I will.

And get back to your boat.

Tomorrow, let's go to sea together. OK?

So much to do tomorrow.

Tomorrow and every day.

Whatever happens.

Thank you.

Thanks for everything.

Daniel?

I HAVE TO BE MY OWN JUDGE.

PITY. FAREWELL