All language subtitles for (rarelust.com) Emmanuelle 3 (1977)

GOOD BYE! EMMANUELLE

Hello, Angelique.
- Stop it, Seraphin!

Is Mrs. Emmanuelle in?
- Upstairs.

Everything OK?
- Oh, yes.

Mrs. Emmanuelle?
- Is that you, Angelique? Come in.

Hi, how are you?
- Fine. And you?

Just fine.
I've brought your dress.

Perfect.

Great, Angelique its perfect.

It needs some adjustment here,
lets see.

Ouch, you're pinching me!
- One must suffer for beauty.

Who taught you that?
The good sisters?

It's almost nothing.
This is much better. Here you go.

You're right.
Please help me getting it off.

It's almost nothing.
You'll get it tomorrow.

Thanks. A dress must
always reveal enough.

Just enough to tease men.
- That is all you ever think about.

And you don't?
- Yes, but it doesn't work for me.

Now you're being silly!

Jean is quite taken in by you.
- Really?

Would you like
to make love with him?

Wouldn't you be jealous?

No. I'm happy when he's happy.

Besides, I like you.
- You are something else.

This must be him.

I'll run along.
- No, stay.

We'll surprise him.

Hello, sir.
- Hi. Would you get me a drink?

Who is with Madame?
- Angelique, sir.

The seamstress?
- Yes.

Angelique.

Bravo.

All right?

Oh, dear!
I hope my husband isn't home yet.

Are you happy with him?
- He's very jealous.

Does he make love well?
- Too fast. Not like Mr. Jean.

He knows how.

I didnt know
it was so cozy being three.

Hello. You'll never guess
what happened to us.

Driving past the botanical
garden, we bumped into a bird.

Mr. Celadon's parrot.
- Which Mr. Celadon?

His leg was broken.
- We took him to the vets.

He wasn't there.

He had gone to tend to a dog
in Sans-Souci, so we went there.

And he tended to the leg.
- We waited for the casting to dry.

Where is this parrot?
- We took it back to Mr. Celadon's.

Which Mr. Celadon?
- The printer, with the wooden leg.

That's why Angelique is so late.
- What a story!

Florence had prepared
a fish tartar. Delicious.

Tuna fish. She used lime juice
some Muscat and pistachio nuts.

Cordier claims it's an aphrodisiac.

Small wonder, coming from him.
- Well, I actually like Cordier.

He's obsessed with sex.
That's the only ambition he has.

He doesn't even care about money.
That's pretty rare, isn't it?

Have you moved in with them, now?
- Yeah.

Will you be able to paint again?

Nicolas, put on your hat.
Guillaume, tell him to put it on!

Nicolas, please do
what your mother says!

Look who's with Gerard.

May I present Vanessa?

She's a stewardess
and she's going back tonight.

Your first time here?

It's true that you must know your
way around the sea, here.

I waited for you yesterday.

We had friends over for dinner,
and it got late. Florence was tired.

So we all simply went to bed.
- Naturally.

What a puritan, your kid brother.
- It runs in the family.

Vanessa, watch out for the sun.

I'll rub you with some coconut oil.

Any news, Gerard?
- Nothing special, like usual.

I've heard they are going to
make a movie right here.

Some sort of Robinson Crusoe.

Europe loves the idea
of going back to nature these days.

I hate travel agencies.

Complain all you like.
This is, after all, heaven on Earth.

Seychelles, jewel of the ocean,
Seychelles, charming little place.

What's the matter?

I've had enough. He throws himself
on any female he meets. Look.

It's a provocation, it's so base.
But why does he do it?

If that amuses him.

I'm not like you. I can't accept it.

Aren't you dramatizing a little?
It's not that bad.

If we didn't have the children,
I would have left long ago.

Clara isn't emancipated, thats all.

I feel sorry for her.
She looked completely worn out.

I don't feel sorry for her.
She's too possessive.

She's scared of losing him.
- Maybe he's treated her badly.

I'm sure she doesn't like love.

When I see a couple like these two,
I know why we live like we do.

I have a surprise for you.
- Who?

The big Swede from the yacht club.
You know, the one you admired.

He wants to build a house, so I told
him about the rocks at Tatamaka.

I said you were going to show him.

So?

He passed like a ghost ship.

He saw me...

...and kept gazing.

It was his look that made me come
while the Swede made love to me.

It was pleasurable in a strange way,
almost painful.

Are you still seeing him?
- Yes.

Don't lose him.

Don't lose him.
Don't lose him.

This ship? I rented it
to a Frenchman all day yesterday.

Do you know his name?
- No.

Where he stays, then?
- At the hotel, I believe.

Did he say if he'd be back?

No, he just asked
for a trip around the island.

You look fresh as morning dew.
- I'm hungry as a wolf.

When you mention the wolf...
Is Chloe still asleep?

Wasn't she with you?
- No, she prefers sleeping alone.

To each of us his or her neurosis.
Florence showers after lovemaking.

I shower when I'm too hot.
- What's with the dogs this morning?

We must see each other more often.

I had forgotten how good it is
making love all together.

I hadn't.

How nice.

That's him.
The ghost ship.

What are you talking about?
- You're not serious.

He is a movie director
looking for locations for his movie.

I didn't catch your name.
- Gregory Perrin.

My wife, Florence.
Emmanuelle and Jean, our friends.

How do you do.
- We've already met, I believe.

It's possible, yes.

Why are you laughing?
- It's something Emmanuelle told me.

Come on, I'll show you the house.
It has a story of its own, you know.

It was built by an old colonel
in the indian army.

Entirely in teak. You couldn't
hammer one nail into it.

The wood was stolen by the colonel
when the English left.

He brought a whole ship full of it.
- Hi, everybody.

Do you know Mr. Perrin?
- Oops, sorry.

What's with you? With eyes like
yours, no reason to be prudish.

Especially not when meeting a movie
director. Looking for a star?

No, no, just locations.
Houses.

What sort of houses?
- Old ruins.

Preferably isolated ones.
- There is one at the Digue island.

I could show you, if you like.
- Is it far from here?

No, it's in my room.
I painted it last year. Come on.

In my opinion, Chloe has no chance.
He was only looking at Emmanuelle.

What do you think?
- Not too bad.

No.
- I'll go see what they're doing.

Tell us later.
- Of course.

She's insatiable.

How does one reach the island?
- There is a boat in the morning.

It takes almost three hours.
- We could take my husband's boat.

No thank you. I prefer the normal
boat, in order to see the people.

What people?

I like what you do.
- Cheerful, isn't it?

The country seems to inspire you.
- No more than any other country.

It's like any other place
after a certain time.

If you don't put a little
cheerfulness into it yourself.

Can I get out through the garden?
- Sure.

When are you going to Digue island?
- Tomorrow.

Please say goodbye
to your friends from me.

Hi. I passed you with my boat.
Didn't you see me?

No.

You want to see the house at once?
- That's what I came for.

We can go by either bike or oxcart.
- I'll go for the oxcart.

Have you lived here long?
- Almost three years.

Before that, we lived
in Bangkok and Hong Kong.

Is your husband a civil servant?
- No, he's an architect.

That's it.
- Is it here?

No, but the road stops.
We'll go by the beach.

Is this the school?
- Yes.

Here we are.

Gregory?

Do you know why I brought you here?

Because I would like
to make love with you.

You don't seem thrilled.
- Oh, I didn't say that.

You are surprised because
you don't know me. I have no bias.

When I want something, I say so.
- That simplifies things.

Love is the only thing
that interests me.

So that's all you do?
- Almost.

Isn't that a bit monotonous?
- Not at all.

All you need
is a bit of imagination.

You made me come
the other day, on the rocks.

But I thought I saw someone.
- Who?

Well, get undressed.

You undress me.

I'm turning you on after all.
- Obviously. You are very beautiful.

No, wait. Take your time.
Don't move.

Do you like
having an indulgent husband?

Jean is not indulgent.
He is happy to know I'm happy.

Even with someone else?
- That surprises you, doesn't it?

Haven't you ever wondered
what might be behind it?

Why do you suspect
there is something behind it?

It just doesn't seem natural to me.

I wouldn't want the woman I love
to make love to someone else.

You prefer lying?
- In this case, yes.

You're quite bourgeois, after all.

Loving someone who loves you
is so very rare.

Jeopardizing it all because
of stupid sincerity is no good.

Well, I have to go.
- Why?

Jean doesn't know where I am.
- I thought you told him everything.

I'll tell him at home, tonight.

The thought of me will turn you on.
- Does that shock you?

If I were in love with you,
it would.

Deep down, you see me as a hooker.
- I just love hookers, you know.

The usual price is 200 rupees, here.

Here's 300. It was really good.

You bastard.

Hello, Guillaume. How are you?
- OK.

Clara has left.
- Left? To go where?

To her aunt's, with the children.
- What happened?

I invited a little nurse last night
and she seemed agreeable.

Clara didn't seem to mind.

But when she saw us making love...
Tears, shouting, nervous breakdown.

But if she doesn't like it,
you can't force her.

Of course not.

Well, I have to go, I'm on duty.
Bye, Jean.

What are you going to do?
- I have no idea.

Do you want me to talk to her?

She said that you were the ones
who gave me these ideas, so thanks.

Poor Clara.
- Poor idiot.

What can we do to help them?
- Let them work it out by themselves.

What did you do today?
- I was at Digue island.

And I met the movie director
from the other day.

You have a one track mind.

Actually, he was not so interesting
as I thought.

Did you make love?
- Yes, badly.

I'm not surprised.

I haven't wasted my time.
I met a young tourist.

She's dying to meet you already.
Her name is Cecile.

Like the girl in Dangerous Liaisons.
Not bad, eh?

Emmanuelle!

Hi, kids. How are you?

Auntie! Auntie! Lts Emmanuelle.

Is your mother in?
- Yes.

Come see the turtles.

This one is the older one. Auntie
says it's one hundred years old.

This one is the mother turtle.
She laid an egg and buried it.

Are you all right?
- Did Guillaume send you?

No.
- Did he tell you?

The story about the nurse.
- I'm real middle class, aren't I?

That's not the problem.
- In a moment, dear.

You know, I really tried.
For his sake.

But it's over now.
I just can't anymore.

I knew it one evening with Chloe.

If he wants me to participate,
it's not because he wants me.

But for the sake
of his good conscience.

Did you tell him that?
- Unnecessary.

My body spoke for me.
Suddenly, one day, I became frigid.

And before that, it was pretty good.

Angelique.

Hello.
- What happened to you?

My husband surprised me
talking to the neighbor.

Well, I was sitting on his lap.
- Now, now.

Lucky your husband isn't jealous.
- Neither am I.

Are you coming, Angelique?
- Yes. Goodbye, Mrs. Emmanuelle.

Goodbye.

To your loves, Cecile.
- To love.

What's this dance?
- Its called sega.

I've heard of a dance
ending in an orgy.

That's the moutia. Much more
primitive, more like a happening.

When people drink, it degenerates.

But Emmanuelle can tell you more.
- No.

I forget.

Well, I sort of transcended. I must
have been taken by 2 or 3 men.

Four.

Don't you even remember if it
was pleasurable... At the moutia?

You said you were unconscious.
- No, her pleasure was prolonged.

She was exhausted
when I brought her home.

You wouldn't understand.
- I'm not a virgin any longer.

Good for you.

Would you like to dance?
- No.

Tell me more about your evenings.
- All right.

I'm beat.

You were great. Really.
- My heart.

Yes, indeed... feel this.

I'll pay up and we can go.

Jean told me a lot about you.
You are truly a free couple.

I so wish to be like you.

Why? What would you do
with your freedom?

I'd like to accompany you
home tonight.

Well done. Thanks a lot.

I think she's a moron. If you
wanted her, you could have stayed.

You know it doesn't
amuse me without you.

I really don't know
what's wrong with you these days.

Jean.
- What?

You know the girl
who was with the movie director?

I think I fancy her.

That might not be as easy.
- Why not?

They look like the perfect couple.

Hadn't you noticed?

What happened the other day
on the island?

He threw me out
and called me a whore.

What an idiot.

Are you seeing what I see?

Who do you think gave in?

Guillaume, of course. She must have
blackmailed him with the kids.

You really are the most
misogynistic ladies' man I know.

Hello.
- Hi, how are you?

Whats new?

We're going to Kenya for
two weeks. Won't you join us?

The children are with aunt Coralie.
- Yes, things are calm here.

You know I hate safaris.
- We don't have to hunt.

And I don't want
to leave this place.

Well, if you change your minds,
we can always get plane tickets.

Even in the last minute.

I don't understand you.

Usually, you are the one
who loves travelling.

What's keeping you?

Don't you see they need to be alone?
- No, Guillaume kept insisting.

He's like all men, scared by
the idea of being alone with her...

...and of having to explain himself.

You know, if you enter a room
where a woman is naked...

...you say: Sorry, Madam.

So, this groom enters a room
where a couple is making love.

Totally flabbergasted he exclaims:

Excuse me, Sir.
Is this Dry Madam for the Martini?

Give me a cigarette.
- We're out of them.

I think we've got some
in the bedroom. I'll be right back.

Do you like my husband?

I have seen that one coming.

So?

With you, it's OK. I even like you
a lot, but with him, no way.

You see, I only like women.

Exclusively?
- Exclusively.

But, what about Gregory, then?
- Oh, he knows how it is.

How did you meet Gregory?
- I was in his first movie.

We lost contact.
I was delighted to find him again.

He seems relaxed.
His problems seem to be over.

What problems?
- With his wife?

Is he married?
- He was, but it turned sour.

They had decided to confide in each
other. You know, the open couple.

But then he told her
he had a mistress.

She threw herself out of the window.
- Dead?

No, luckily she survived, but
had to spend six months in hospital.

He stayed with her,
scared she would try it again.

Some sunny day,
she left him for her doctor.

How was his wife?
- Beautiful, distant.

A bit like you.
- Distant, me?

I mean that you're the sort of woman
a man could easily idealize.

But you do exist, one may touch you.
- Even caress me.

I really like you, you know.

Poor Jean, you aren't very lucky.
Dorothee doesn't like men.

That's no problem.
I could always watch?

No way. I really couldn't stand
a man watching me. Sorry.

Oh, don't make such a face.
- Well, good night.

He's left.
- Yes, he's left.

Tell me more about Gregory.

What are you doing here?
- I live here now.

The Cordiers have taken in
a little tramp named Cecile.

They made it clear
that I was obsolete. As usual.

You should have come to the house.
- That's nice of you.

I've found myself an ornithologist.

An Englishman who spent
two months on Bird Island.

He's studying sea birds'
sexual mores.

Did you know
they invented the stag party?

Well they like watching others
making out next to them.

Cordier must have been
a bird in another life.

And you didn't see Gregory?

I think he went down to the beach.

Are you still after him?

Yes, but it's difficult
catching him.

Chloe, I'm waiting.
- Oh. Yes, bye, bye.

Hi. Am I interrupting anything?
- Not at all.

I was just working.

I've come to make peace.

That's funny...

I dreamt of you last night.
We were both on a boat.

You said we had to make love quickly
because your husband was coming.

Then someone swam up to the boat.
Not your husband.

The black guy
you danced with the other night.

He threatened me with a harpoon,
and I was about to jump overboard.

The waters
were full of sharks, however.

And you were laughing.
- You still don't trust me.

You and anyone else. Dreams do not
necessarily mirror what you believe.

Did you find your locations?
- I still need to see Praslin island.

I'm going tomorrow.
- I can take you, if you like.

This is Silhouette island.
Chloe lived there at first.

Chloe is the one who paints?
She's at the hotel now.

She came here two years ago with an
American poet. She was pregnant.

She lost the baby, and the doctor
said she could never have another.

The American left.
She was all alone with no money.

Ever since, she's lived with
different people, selling pictures.

But she never got over it.
- Have you never wanted a baby?

Jean doesn't want any.
- And you?

I sometimes think about it.

Madame, fishing is good over there.
- Should we fish?

Fish? I've never tried it.

I was jealous of Dorothee, you know.
- Yes, she told me.

This never happened before.
- You see, it's never too late.

You don't believe me.
- Yes, but I don't mind at all.

Let's stop at the round island. The
restaurant will prepare our catch.

Look. There's one more.
- You see, it's not so difficult.

You must have thought
I was horrible the other day.

I don't want to act like that
with you any more.

You mean you don't want us
to make love any more?

Yes, of course, but I would like us
to start over as if we'd just met.

I'd like you to talk to me,
to court me.

Hey, don't make fun of me.

What sort of story
does your movie tell?

It's a story about a guy who is
fed up with the crazy life we live.

He goes to live
on an uninhabited island.

All alone?
- In the beginning, yes.

Then, a girl
who's a little off-beat debarks.

He tries to get rid of her, she gets
rooted, he falls in love with her.

What then?

They live very happily
for some time.

Then he discovers
that she's slowly getting bored.

So he goes back to Europe,
takes up his old life.

She meets another man
and leaves him.

Not so cheerful, your story.
- No.

How was your wife?
- I don't like talking about her.

Do you still love her?

I already told you I can only love
one woman at a time.

I'm sorry.

Is that Praslin island?
- Yes.

The hotel is on the other side.

You'll see,
it's the end of the world.

There they are.

Darling, we missed you. Hello.

Come on.

Did it go all right?
- Fine, thank you.

Our islands are truly made for love,
don't you think?

That's true.

The rooms are ready. Gregory,
yours is the one at the end.

Albert, please show the gentleman.

If you want a shower, come to me.

Jean wanted to stay out there,
but there is only one toilet.

Sad to see us?
- I don't like cops.

It was me. I wanted to show Cecile
the ass-shaped coconuts.

Pretend I'm not here.

Gregory, are you there?
Let's get out of here.

Why, it's a charming spot.
- Oh, don't be daft.

I love watching your husband
and his friends at close range.

At first, Emmanuelle
mistook eroticism for vice.

There is no eroticism
without the idea of sin.

In India, China, Japan,
the sin of the flesh doesn't exist.

Still, they could give us lessons.

We are too stupid to conceive
of voluptuousness without sin.

Don Juan enjoyed provoking God.

Emmanuelle, when Edwin made love
to you and we watched,

didn't you feel somehow wicked?

It reminded me
of the intense pleasure I felt...

...the first time I surprised my
parents while they were making love.

How old were you?
- The brave have no age.

Two bit psychoanalysis, all of it.
- Maybe so, Jean.

It might explain why you want to see
Emmanuelle in those positions.

What do you think about it?
- I have no religious education.

Oh. She dances badly.
Show her.

I have no wish
to make an exhibition of myself.

Because of him?
You didn't mind, the other evening.

I do what I want.
- You do what he wants.

And?

I'm distressed to see you pack it in
for the sake of this do-gooder.

So, boy scout, shocked, are we?
- Leave him alone.

Are you nuts?
- You are crazy. Stop it.

Jean.

All right, already!

Emmanuelle. Emmanuelle.

Jean. Don't be an ass.
What's all this?

Lets spend the rest of the night
with Cecile.

Come have a look.

How are we going to get back, now?
- I'll have Gerard come pick us up.

Excuse me, Sir, Madam.

Philoe tells me you are looking
for a location for a movie.

Have you found it?
I'd be honoured to show you mine.

We'd be delighted.
- Congratulations, sir.

You have a very beautiful wife.

This is a bachelor's house.

When my poor wife was still alive,
it was more cozy.

It smells lovely.

My great-grandfather
sold spices here.

When Napoleon ruled.

Smell this.

Pirates came sailing here.

They would rest on the beaches
with their lovely black slave girls.

The world has changed. Girls then
were submissive, now they command.

Have you been married long?
- For two days.

We had 30 happy years together,
Susan and I.

Look how beautiful she was.

What happened to her?
- A horrible thing, Madame.

Luckily it's very rare
in these parts. A shark.

The fishermen had captured
a giant turtle.

They were cutting it up
at the shore.

Its blood was seeping into the sea.

The blood attracted the shark.

I watched it eat my wife.

I could do nothing.

I thought I wouldn't survive her.

But life always gets the upper hand.

Good bye.
- See you.

Oh, you've met old Snow?

Yes, he's wonderful, isn't he?
- He's completely batty.

He's had a hard life.
- He told you about his wife's death?

It's terrible.
- But Susan isn't dead.

She slept around. In the end
she left him for a naval officer.

Snow would rather see her dead
than with him.

Look. Do you remember
the market place and our cart?

Pity we can't land here.
I would love to see the house again.

We can return tomorrow by boat.
We'll stay for a couple of days.

Where are you going, sir?
- To the yacht club, please.

Why?
- To get the car and go home.

No way.
You are going to the hotel with me.

After what happened
I owe Jean an explanation.

In bed? As usual?

I want everything to be clear.

It is very clear. Tomorrow, we leave
for a week, none of his business.

No, but I have never hidden
anything from him.

OK, as you like.

I'll see you at the hotel tonight.

Telephone me beforehand.
Maybe I'm busy.

Fool.

Angelique.
- Hi. How are you?

I'm fine. Who is this?
- Come say hi to Mrs. Emmanuelle.

Hello. Is that the neighbour?
- No, my sister-in-law's brother.

And your husband?
- He's out fishing.

Have a nice evening, then.
- Thank you.

Mr. Perrin, a telegram for you.
- A telegram?

Thank you.

Please connect me
with the post office.

Sure, you can depend on me.
- Who was it?

Mr. Perrin.
He is going back to Paris tonight.

He's asking Madame to call him back.
- I'll tell her.

He said it was very important.
Do you want whisky?

I'll pour it myself. You can go.
How is your daughter?

Much better, sir, thank you.
Good night, Mr. Jean.

Good night.

Back already?

Have you seen Jean?
- Not yet. I have news.

Some game
you're playing with him!

I'm not playing.
I'm doing what I want, as usual.

Won't you screw up everything?
- I'm somewhat tired of this life.

Quite normal. Everything
gets boring. I've known it, too.

I almost left Michel once.
- Why didn't you?

That sort of love doesn't last.
You'll get old like me, and ugly.

The only one
I can always hang on to is Michel.

He'll die making love
and probably not with me.

I'll have been
his only real ally against death.

That's what counts, right?

No answer, sir.
- Impossible, try again.

Good evening.
- Good evening.

Going out?
- Yes, with you.

I have a table at the Sirene.

That's fine,
I wanted to talk to you alone.

Get dressed.
- One minute.

I acted like a fool, yesterday.

It's true, it wasn't like you.

No.

Yes.
- Still busy, sir.

All right, drop it then.

Chloe... Do you know
where Emmanuelle lives?

At the Royal Cove.
- I have to talk to her.

What's happening?
- Nothing.

Hello, Mr. Jean.
Your table is ready.

I want to take her with me to Paris.
- Really?

I can't let her spend her life
with this bunch of zombies.

You have something better to offer?

At least not this comedy.

They are ludicrous
with their talk about eroticism.

To each his tastes, you know.

Nobody home.
- How so, nobody home?

Where are they?
- Probably eating out, I guess.

The Cordiers?
- No, they are out themselves.

We'll try all the restaurants.
- This late?

There is only just time
to get your stuff at the hotel.

Or else, you have to wait for the
flight the day after tomorrow.

The day after tomorrow?

Lmpossible. I have to be
in Paris tomorrow. Shit.

You'll come back.

Surely not.

The movie is cancelled.

Do you have something to write on?
- Yes, in the car.

I used to be happy
when you're happy. Even with others.

But with him, it drives me nuts.

Have you become jealous?
- Yes. A feeling I abhor.

Why? It's also evidence of love.

I thought we were beyond
that sort of love.

Apparently not.

It's like a machine, you see. Until
now we avoided getting sand in it.

No reason to have lived like we did
just to end like this.

I'd be capable of behaving
like a swine just to keep you.

Don't say that.

Like a swine.

I must have left the key in the car.
Do you mind?

I can't find it, it's not here.
- I've got it.

Sorry.

I'll go pack.
- Already?

I have to go to his hotel tonight.
We leave early in the morning.

I see.

Hello? Hotel Northholme?
- Yes, Madame.

I would like to speak
to Mr. Perrin, please.

He's not here, Madame.
- Did he say when he'd be back?

Mr. Perrin left on the
evening flight for Paris, Madame.

What?
- Good bye, Madame.

Whats up?

They say he left for Paris tonight.

It can't be true.
- Call back the hotel.

No, it must be a mistake.
I'll go see for myself.

What if it's true?
I'll go with you.

Emmanuelle.

I'll sleep in the living room.
I have a meeting early tomorrow.

I have to leave very early.
This way I won't disturb you.

Thank you.

Try and get some sleep.

Emmanuelle?

Emmanuelle...

Wake up.

Oh, it's you.
- What's wrong? Are you ill?

No.

I took a sleeping pill.

Do you know Gregory has left?
- Yes.

Where were you last night?
- Last night?

Seraphin, would you please join me?
- Coming, Madame.

It's not true.
Jean couldn't have done that to me.

But it's the only explanation.

I can't believe it.
Come on in, Seraphin.

Good morning, Madame.

Did Mr. Perrin telephone
yesterday evening?

Yes, Madame.
- Why didn't you tell me?

I asked Mr. Jean
to give you the message.

Did you find a letter
at the door this morning?

No, there was no mail this morning.

Thank you, Seraphin.
- You see?

Do you have Gregory's address?

Jean.
- Oh, it's you?

You are too late.
Emmanuelle has left.

She asked me to explain it to you.

There is nothing to explain.

The stakes were high, and I lost.

Go get her.
- No.

She must pursue this to the end.
She'll soon be bored with him.

She'll be back.
- I don't think so.

Who knows?

What are you going to do
all alone in this big house?

Well, with a little imagination...

Sir, I wanted to ask
regarding dinner tonight.

Set the table for two, as usual.

Marie, the ticket, please.
Here you go.

I thought Jean only lent you out
all the better to keep you.

He let you make love to whomever
you wished, but he was in control.

Maybe so.
- He's just like the others.

Just more clever, thats all.
- No, it's not true.

We were very happy.
We truly tried to live differently.

I don't think
it's the right solution.

I don't either, now. But that's
no reason for going backwards.

And what does Gregory think of that?
- I don't know.

I hardly know him. Maybe he's
a tyrant in his own right. I'll see.

I'm not coming back. I must change
my life. I'm suffocating here.

Do you think Paris-air is better?
- Everything is ready.

You change planes in Nairobi.
Five hours transit time.

You'll be in Rome at midnight,
Paris next morning.

But I don't get it. The direct plane
leaves tomorrow morning.

I don't want to see Jean again.
- And your trip to Kenya?

Guillaume has work at the hospital,
it was cancelled.

How are things between you?
- Well.

You have to go now.

Well, well.

You'll write me, won't you?
- Of course.

Bye, bye, kids.