All language subtitles for The Girl in the Bikini 1952 1080p

The Lighthouse Keeper's Daughter

Everything we know about the Phoenicians we owe to Herodotus.

He spoke at length about the distant toil
of his hardy navigators.

According to him

they founded 200 establishments across Spain and the African coast.

Even as far as the Atlantic coast.

Ptolemy tells a little-known story

that I have the honour of repeating

to my extremely large audience today.

In 225 BC

Trolius's Phoenician sailors

returning from a campaign
on the Iberian coast

and travelling through
the Straits of Bonifacio

by the islands of Lavezzi and Cavalon,
were caught in a violent storm.

They were at the very spot

where, 2,100 years later,
the ship La Sémillante would sink.

It too would go down with all hands.

Ptolemy tells of how

the galley of Trolius, which contained
the treasure of the Phoenician Wars

made up of golden sesterces

enclosed in traditional sandstone jars
known as amphorae

sank at this exact spot.

And that no one, since then

has ever found out what
happened to the treasure of Trolius.

The later Romans under Theodorus

tried to recover the treasure

but it was in vain.

The sea kept her secret...

and her prey.

Come in.

So Mr Gérard,
are you going to pay your rent?

You said you'd pay up last week.

Come, now, Mr Gorichet.

Here's what I think of your rent bill.

You ask me for 6,000 francs when,
if I wanted, I could buy this entire house?

Do you know who Trolius is?
No, he's not a new tenant.

He's a Phoenician.

Never mind.
He lost his treasure 2,200 years ago.

And you know who found it? I did!

Thousands of golden sesterces,
each worth 50,000 francs.

This treasure is worth
hundreds of millions of francs.

And if you keep on like this,
you won't get a sesterce!

Not a maravedis!

If you're nice to me and keep
those rent bills away from me,

you'll get more than your fair share!

You'll have sesterces coming out
of your ears! There. Goodbye!

Dear Trolius...

Hello, Mr Gérard.
What a nice fish!

It's for you and your parents, Manina.

- Can you give me some water?
- How much? A bottle?

- A little more, there are four of us.
- Yes, I know!

Janine, go and tell Gérard to hurry up.

Go on, Henri, I'm setting out the cutlery.

OK, OK, I'll go!

- Tell him to bring some salt.
- The lighthouse isn't a grocery store!

We can't keep asking Manina for stuff
just because we give them fish!

What a brute!
What are you doing with him?

- Doesn't Gérard annoy you?
- No, it's not his style.

- He gives me a slap.
- You accept that?

Well, they're not always on the face!

Manina's such a lovely girl.

Shame she's only 13, hey?

- I didn't say that!
- No!

You thought it. I know you don't respect
much but a 13-year-old's going a bit far.

You accusing me of going after Manina?
You're crazy!

- He didn't say a word to her!
- You always stick up for each other.

Don't take Matilda and me for fools.

I'll eat later,
when you've finished moaning.

Me too! I can't wait till
this holiday's over.

Come on, we'll catch the grouper.

- What did he say he was going to catch?
- A big fish they saw.

They're too stupid to catch anything!

Did you see it?
It went under the rock. Go on.

It's too deep for me. You have a go.

I didn't see the grouper, but I found this.

- What is it?
- An ancient Greek or Roman amphora.

- What're you going to do with it?
- Make it into a lamp or a vase.

- Let's show the girls.
- Think it'll shut them up?

Hang on, my dart gun.

It's a Phoenician amphora,
no doubt about it.

The long handles make it different
from Roman amphorae.

Roman amphorae
have a much shorter neck

and the body widens out
right after the handles.

- Where did you find it?
- I found it on holiday five years ago.

It was 18 metres underwater,
by the little island you mentioned.

Lavezzi.

I took it home and when you talked
about the wreck, it made me think.

I thought you'd find it interesting.

I know what you think
but don't get too excited.

Before you, the Romans and the
Carthaginians searched for this treasure.

Yes, but they didn't have
scuba diving then.

With compressed air,
I can go down 50 metres.

There's something more serious.

The story of treasure-filled amphorae
is probably only a myth.

It's all hearsay.

As long as it doesn't detract from
your studies. why not look into it.

It'll be a nice trip, in any case.

All the same, this is definitely
a Phoenician amphora.

I'd drink to this brave man and his
treasure if I had some champagne!

- Mr Mouton will put it on the slate.
- Yes, go on, he's got 500 million!

In that case, no need for a slate!

Right! But the 500 million
are 50 metres under.

And Gérard knows where it is.

- It's all true.
- Really?

That pot on the table is proof.

I'll put three bottles on the slate.

Sparkling wine. It's just as good.

And cheaper!

You have claimed your share.

He's recovered your expenses already!

Yes, go on, laugh!

Before long, you'll all come begging
at my door.

But only those who believed in me and
financed the expedition will be rewarded.

He's right. We should all help out.
I'm signing up.

Here, 200 francs.

- You're on.
- And keep the 500 francs you owe me.

- That's not the same.
- Why not?

- It's not hard cash.
- Makes sense.

Why do you need all this money?

I have a plan, I need a boat.
Not a dinghy, of course.

Something pretty hardy.

I need an air compressor
for the oxygen tanks.

All of which costs more
than paupers like us can pay.

I just need enough
to get out to the Mediterranean.

There are guys who traffic cigarettes.
They have their own boat.

They're adventurous types.
I want to get one of them on board

by offering half the loot.

Are you mad? I'm not interested
in that case. Give me my money back.

Don't worry! The smallest pieces
are worth 50 thousand.

Mr Berthet told me.

Berthet! That sour-faced ass!

Well, I don't have a boat
so I have no choice.

At 50,000 a shot, it's worth a try, isn't it?

- Ignore her, she's tight-fisted.
- What?

I'm in too...but you'll have to wait.

- I'm a little light at the moment.
- That makes a change!

- I like an adventure. Can I come?
- Of course, darling.

Pots of gold, like in the Louvre!

You make me laugh! You're all nutters!

Can't you see it's all fool's gold?

Yet another day for mugs!

Human credulity is limitless!

In any case, he won't have the money
for my studies!

I prefer to drink it.
Mr Mouton, bring on the cognac!

What about that? Is that fool's gold?

Ask Henri Ia Rue, he was with me.

Say what you like,
this is a Phoenician amphora.

I'm not the only one after treasure.

Didn't you read about those men
who went after Rommel's treasure?

They weren't crazy students. There was
a lawyer, a notary and a police chief!

And what about the Gendarmerie colonel
who searched for Mussolini's treasure?

You see? Treasure really does exist.

Come and see me later, when I'm alone.

Don't forget!

Silence! Mr Mouton
is going to get the wine!

- So you think there are a lot of coins?
- Loads.

- But there's a risk.
- What?

- They might not be there.
- I'm sure they are.

Mrs Mouton doesn't understand
but I'd go with you.

Not underwater, of course, but up top,
on the boat.

Here.

20,000 francs.

How many coins would you give me?
That's worth at least 100.

100? Think about it.
No, keep your money, that's 5 million.

How many, then?

Let's say 10. It's worth 500,000.

Go on, then, here's 20!

- OK, 20!
- So, tell me.

Where are you going to get the boat?

In Tangiers.
I've got a few contacts down there.

That's right!
I saw a film about Tangiers once.

Tangiers, of course! I should've known.

As soon as you get there, send me
a note, something innocent, of course.

A postcard with 'Vive la Marine.'

- 'Vive Ia Marine'?
- So I know you've got the boat.

That's very good!

As for the treasure,
once you've found it, don't hesitate.

Send me a telegram, collect.

And to avoid any suspicion, write...

'The carrots are cooked.'

- I'll understand!
- Very clever!

Don't worry, it'll all be OK.

You're so lucky to take the train!

Here are some pork sausages. Eat them
first. Because of the heat, of course.

Thank you, Mr Mouton, that's very kind.

You've all understood, keep this quiet.

If a journalist got wind of this... I'd get
down there to find all of Paris waiting.

Hell! Your train's leaving!

- Say hello to Trolius!
- Don't give half away!

The carrots are cooked!

You... You do cigarettes?

Can't you speak French
like everyone else?

Sorry but everyone speaks Spanish here.

- Is sir from Paris?
- Does it show?

As soon as I saw you, when I woke up,
I said to myself, 'He's a real Parisian.'

- And that's why you spoke Spanish?
- Yes. No! I'm learning the language.

I know one or two words.

- Can I serve you a whisky?
- Yes, why not.

By the way, do you sell cigarettes?

That's a good one! If you can't find
cigarettes in Tangiers...

- Why, do you have a lot?
- How many do you want? 50 packets?

No. 200 crates.

That's another matter. But you know,
they only take cash around here.

Yes, I have it.
I need the stuff and a boat to carry it.

I've got a big buyer in Bonifacio.

Well, in that case, look...

I'm not in the business
but I know a man who is.

Do you know El Mauritania?
It's Sanchez Lopez's nightclub.

Go there tonight and ask for a singer
by the name of Franchucha.

She speaks French. I'll see her tonight
myself and tell her about you.

She knows all the cigarette guys.

Send her a bunch of flowers,
buy her a bottle and she'll help you out.

And don't forget
a commission for me too.

Naturally.

He's loaded! He can pay cash -
500 crates and a boat.

It's a good deal for you!

- You sure he'll come?
- You'll find some flowers from him.

He's a kid!

I can't tonight, I've already got a date.

Well, speak to him at least.

You can see him tomorrow.

And don't forget my commission.

Why, naturally, my old man!

What is this, some new craze?

Enough! Stop! Have you understood?

When you arrive in Spain

Land of milk and honey

It's marvellous

The women are not shy

When you touch them

You see them better

But when you go to Tangiers

If you don't know how to swim

You run a very big... risk

Beware of Franchucha

Franchucha is a lady

Be sure that she will get you...

Not yet. I'm waiting for someone.

- She breaks empty glasses.
- Not mine. I've invited her for a drink.

Beware of Franchucha

She has eyes, eyes like a cat

Franchucha has eyes like a cat!

If you take a walk through town

At a nice and slow pace

Take care

You're better off being conned

Or being robbed

Like a pigeon

Than to meet along the way

Like a punishment of fate

That girl with the feline gaze

Beware of Franchucha

Franchucha is a lady

Be sure that she will get you

She'll take your body and your soul

Beware of Franchucha

Beware of Franchucha

In her eyes, there's fire in her eyes

Beware of Franchucha

She has eyes, eyes like a cat

Franchucha has eyes like a cat!

- Are you going?
- Enough of your American!

I'm expected at four tables.
and I'm not a soak like you!

So you're the one Francis told me about?
I didn't imagine you like this.

- How old are you?
- 25, nearly 26.

- Why, am I too much of a kid?
- A bit, although I hate old men.

They smell of alcohol or cigarettes.
But I mean for what you want to do.

- It's usually older men who traffic.
- Men who've tried everything else?

- Right.
- I prefer to start out this way.

If it goes wrong, I've time to make it up.

- You need money.
- We'll see about that.

I need someone with a good boat.
I'll take care of the rest.

You see Franchucha over there?

Tell her to get over here
or I'll drag her over by her backside.

OK, by her backside.

I've got a message for you.

The boss says if you don't get over there,
he'll drag you over by your backside.

And I've got a message for him.

Swine!

It was OK to start off with
then went downhill.

Once, I had to throw
all the crates in the sea.

Five million cigarettes in the drink.
Can you imagine?

A storm pushed me into French waters.

Another time, someone stole 100 crates
pretending to be customs officers.

I'll try once more
and if it doesn't work out, that's it.

Is your boat up to the job?

- 20 metres, two 150 horsepower engines.
- It could get to Corsica.

- Sure. Why?
- I'll tell you.

- Is it in Tangiers?
- Yeah, in the port.

With 50 cases on board.
I've got a job off the Balearics.

A stinking little job.

It'll barely make me a million.
If all goes to plan.

- What will you do after?
- Start again, of course.

100% margin, you know.

I've got a job that pays a hundred to one.

But you've got to believe in it.

Well, well,
you're getting me interested, here.

What's the job?

Well, it's not the sort of thing
I'd tell anyone.

This is the big souk, the Arab market.

- Which side of the port?
- Be patient, we're nearly there.

Next time, he can do those jobs alone.

If they kept him inside for a couple
of weeks, it'd sort him out.

I'm looking forward
to a good glass of wine.

Marcello's on board,
he'll look after the crates.

He's a good man, you'll see, I trust him.

There's my boat.

The Surraya. Where are they?

I see them, they're up front.

I don't believe it! It's the boss!

Boss! I was worried sick about you!

Yeah, me too. Everything OK?
No one touched the crates?

Course not, I haven't moved from here.

I won't bother with introductions.
I believe you know one another.

Come on, Gérard.

There they are.
Now's the time to be careful.

We'll let them come alongside. Go slow!

- Do you know them?
- No, this is my first job with them.

Steer to the right!

Take it slow!

All engines reverse!

Zuccarello won't have me twice.

You have the money?

30,000 pesetas for all ten crates?

We'll come alongside.
Prepare the crates.

That's it!

It went OK for once.

Tomorrow, we'll be in Cannes.
I'll get the compressor.

Then it's Trolius's treasure for us!

- What'll you do with your share?
- Buy the Blackbird.

A 40-metre boat
that can carry 500 crates

with six hands,
and I'll be the king of Tangiers.

- What about you?
- I'll go travelling.

Anywhere I can see
and learn new things.

I'm a law student,
so I'm headed for the bar or teaching.

I'll spend my life
dealing with sordid cases

or teaching things I never understood.

- Do like me.
- But I don't even have a boat.

You imagine what that money means?

An escape from boring textbooks,

dreary buildings
and streets of people running about

to earn their daily crust in the rain?

- Do you believe in this treasure?
- Of course I do!

It exists, I'm sure of it.

I'm sure of it too.

It's great to believe in treasure,
whether you're 10 years old or 50.

It's a great game.

And what do I care?
I just earned a million.

I'm a gambler and
this adventure's taken 30 years off me.

You're not risking anything!
You talk like you've lost it.

I think it's money well spent.

Believe me, if I had a million,
I'd risk it too.

I'm not worried, old man. The dice
are thrown, the cards have been dealt.

There, the compressor's in.

I'll try filling the bottles. Are you diving?

Yes, with Marcel.
He's a very good diver.

Make sure you monitor the recharging.

Sure. Everything's got to be
working by tomorrow.

We'll weigh anchor at Calvi for oil
then follow the coastline to Lavezzi.

- That's where we're diving.
- I know it.

It's good fishing there.

Anyway, it'll be ready.

Let's sort this out.

Dan, let's get going.

The Sanguinaires Islands,
and over there is Ajaccio.

It's 15 kilometres from here, just there.

It's too late now.
We'll set off first thing tomorrow.

So, we're at the point of no return.
Still up for it?

Yes.

Stop the engines.

- When do you want to start?
- Right away.

- Marcel will dive with you.
- Prepare the diving suit.

At the research centre, we used to
defuse mines 100 metres down.

It's not quite like picking up old pots
40 metres down!

We'll move further round the island
every day and explore underwater.

- What'll they do with the pots?
- Sell them.

Apparently, they're worth a lot of money.
They're old pots.

It's funny.

I was here only five years ago
yet the island seems smaller.

And I really can't remember
where it was I found the amphora.

Have you lost confidence?

Me? Not at all.

It's just that starting
anything new is daunting.

Marcel, let's go.

Wait a bit for the bottles.

- That's it.
- Go on.

Don't forget, if you see any amphorae,
don't move them, they're fragile.

- Come up and call.
- Understood.

If I find anything, I'll let you know.

It's me, Gerard. Do you remember?
I found the amphora.

I remember! So you're the one
who was making all those bubbles!

- Found anything?
- No.

I've run out of air, my ears hurt and
I swallowed some water. It isn't Chianti!

- Where's Gerard?
- Somewhere underwater.

- Perhaps he's making a fool of me.
- What was that, boss?

I'll tell you someday.
Come on, you must be hungry.

- How did you know it was me?
- Your sun-bleached hair.

And your eyes. What a difference!

I'm 18. I recognised you
once you took your goggles off.

I kept that white silk handkerchief
you gave to me.

It's yellowed a bit over time.
What are you doing back here?

I'm on the boat round the bay.
A friend and I are looking for amphorae.

- He's interested in them.
- Like the one you found?

Yes, do you remember where that was?

It wasn't on this side of the island,
it was that way.

- They're calling me.
- I've got to go back to the lighthouse.

- How are your parents?
- Very well.

My brother's left home now.

Come and see me on the boat.

Promise you'll come?

I promise.

It's on the other side, on the east coast
towards Sardinia.

She remembers.
We'll go and look there tomorrow.

I'd love to try diving with those.

- They're too heavy for you.
- Wouldn't you like to dive?

No, I smoke too much,
my lungs aren't up to it!

It's heavy but I don't care,
I want to give it a try.

Once I've found what I'm after,
we'll have the time to go diving together.

- Stay and have lunch with us.
- I'm expected at the lighthouse.

Another time.

Come back soon.

She's a little island bird!

You see? Now I'm beginning
to understand what I'm doing here.

I'll wait for you on the beach tonight.

- No, I won't be there.
- I'll wait anyway.

Go and help your mother lay the table.

- Who were you talking with?
- Mr Gérard Morere.

You remember, the student
who found the Roman pot.

- He's on that white boat.
- What for?

- To find some more.
- I'm sure. Go and get the wine.

I was looking at the fishermen
from Bonifacio working.

What do you think of the girl
from the lighthouse?

Manina? Oh, boss, she's a beauty!

A revelation! A wonder!
A lovely creature!

Exactly, so what you do tomorrow

is take a tour on the island and bring
her back to the boat, understand?

Yes, I understand, boss.
I understand very well!

I understand too well...
and it breaks my heart.

Enough. Get the hell out of here.

- You were alone with your parents?
- Helping my mother, reading, singing.

Funny, I was thinking of you singing
five years ago.

Those sad songs
with lyrics you translated yourself.

Would you sing to me, Manina,
like you did then?

Not this evening, Gérard.

For me to sing,
I have to feel like doing it.

But when I do, it's like if I stop singing,
I'll stop breathing.

I know, it's as if something inside you
pushes you forward.

I get the same feeling
every time I dive.

I feel ecstatic at the thought
of what I may find.

Except I'm always disappointed
when I come back up.

I haven't found anything for days.

I'm often sad and disappointed.
Perhaps it's because I'm lonely.

In summer, I can swim
and dive among the rocks.

But in winter, the nights are so long.

I know why.
You speak and no one answers.

You sing and no one listens.
That's what makes you unhappy.

You can't always sing for yourself.

This evening, I can't say anything.
I don't want to give you too much hope,

but if I succeed, I promise
you can leave this island.

We'll never have any problems again.

One day, you'll sing to audiences.
That's what you're missing.

- Perhaps.
- In a week, I'll explain.

- Why a week?
- Erick gave me seven days.

- Then we leave.
- And you'll never come back?

Of course, but it'll be a while, that's all.

But if I succeed, you could come with us.

- Leave with you?
- Yes, Manina.

I can't stop thinking about it.

I hope with all my heart that you manage.

I know that, one day, I'll leave this place.

But I do love my island.

I know all its secrets.
Every rock, every cave.

I know the little freshwater spring
where the wild pigeons drink.

And the soldiers' and sailors' cemetery.

When I go, who will look after it?

But it's not like
it's going to happen tomorrow!

I have to go. You leave first.
I want to see you swim to the boat.

I'll be waiting for you here again
tomorrow evening.

- Marcel's coming up.
- Go and help him.

- Still nothing, eh?
- Nothing at all.

Mr Gérard is still down there.

He went under an archway
and I lost sight of him.

I found an amphora.
I recognised an arch.

30 metres to the right,
there's a deep cave.

The sun was low
and I couldn't see anything.

I'll try and get in there tomorrow.

I'm kicking myself
for starting this whole thing.

I must've been drunk that day.

Why are you talking like this now?
Nothing's changed.

I always said it wasn't a sure thing.
You agreed.

There must be something else...

Nothing, I'm bored, that's all.

I went to the lighthouse to invite Manina
to lunch and she refused.

What did you tell her about me?

I haven't seen her
since she came aboard yesterday.

What could I tell her? I don't know you.

Yes! We don't know one another and we're searching for Trolius's millions!

He must be turning in his grave -
if he ever had one.

Listen, Erick, give me a few days
like you said you would.

You can't know what it means to me
to succeed.

It's not the money...
It's for another reason.

Please be patient.

Tomorrow, I'll go into the cave,
even if I get lost in it.

Something tells me
that's where I'll find what I'm after.

We'll see.

You know
what my Corsican song means?

Do you want me to sing it in French?

One summer's night

I took your hand by the fountain

Which was flowing and murmuring

A jolly tune

My hand trembled

Like the water reeds on the plain

And you smiled just like you once did

Along the way

Our two houses, as you well know

Are side by side

As our hearts are reunited

By destiny

Every morning

The soft fragrance

Is carried by the wind

And when I wake

It comes and speaks

Of our love

- Do you understand my song now?
- Yes, I do.

I would love it to be true.

But one day, you'll sing another.

I would sing it just to you
but you're going to leave.

- You'll soon forget the girl on the rock.
- No, I'll never forget you.

When I saw you on the beach,
I understood.

My heart ached,
like yours does when you sing.

It was something I've never felt before,
I didn't know what it was.

But now I know.

I knew it on the beach the other day too.

Keep me in your arms
as if you'll never let me go.

Hold me tight,
so tight you could suffocate me!

I'm crazy to fall in love with you.

You're going to leave, but never mind.

Thanks to you,
I'll be warm here every winter.

I'll come to this rock and call you.

Perhaps the wind will carry my voice.

Then you'll understand
all the love there is in my heart.

You'll be back.

But will you wait for me,
or will you be...

Quiet, Manina. Quiet.
Don't say any more.

I can't bear the thought
of being separated.

Don't think about it. Trust me.

I can't say any more this evening.
Calm down. There.

Put your head on my shoulder.

I can hear your heart beating.

You don't like finding me here, do you?
It disturbs your routine.

Are you going to keep
making a fool of me?

Why do you say that?
I can do whatever I like at night.

I don't mean that.

Admit it, your whole treasure story
is a big hoax.

It was a cheap and easy way
of getting here.

Your own yacht, with me the captain.
Ten days' free holiday!

Well, I've had enough.
I'm dumping you and weighing anchor.

- No you're not.
- Who's going to stop me?

I'll show you why.

I found this yesterday in the cave.

Look what's stuck in there.

Yes, it's a golden coin of Trolius.

I didn't want to tell you until I was sure

but as you insist, that's the situation.

I know where they are
and I'm going to dive in a few hours.

But when I think that in a few hours.
you won't be here any longer...

I think after all, I'll wait a few days
before leaving.

I've found where they are!

When I give the signal, drop the net!

I've found the amphorae!

- At the entrance to the grotto.
- Really?

Yes, they're stuck
together with the coral.

Marcel and I will release them
and put them in the net.

- What's inside?
- They're closed up

or full of sand.
We'll empty them on the deck.

No, not in front of the men,
they don't need to know what's inside.

I'll be down in a minute.

Here they are. Help them out.

There's ten of them.

We'll have to see the net up.

- I'll change tank and go back down.
- No, it's getting late.

We'll do it tomorrow.
Come back up, you two.

Come on. Get aboard now!

- Did you look in the sand nearby?
- Of course I looked.

I sifted the sand through my hands
but not near the broken pots.

- What do you think?
- I'm sure they contain the coins.

We should've brought them up tonight.

I admire you
to be able to wait a whole night.

It's driving me crazy!

It's different for me.

I prefer to make my dreams
last a little longer.

It's a matter of temperament.

I'm going to sleep
while you'll lie awake all night.

Come on, try to sleep anyway.

Tomorrow, we bring up the net.

The net of our dreams.

What a great title for a love story.

Yes, you're right.
I'll try and get some sleep.

Marcel, Dan, get up now!

- I looked everywhere for you.
- Where were you?

I didn't want Erick to see me leave
but nothing could've stopped me.

My dream's going to come true.
I'll tell you all.

I've found the amphorae.
Tomorrow, they'll be on the boat.

- We'll empty them and share it.
- Share what?

Look at this, it's a golden coin.

The pots are full of them.

I've discovered the Phoenicians'
treasure. Professor Berthet was right.

We're rich, Manina.

- You don't seem to be listening.
- Quiet, you're scaring me.

Don't you understand?

This means you can leave your island,
live with me.

Nothing will ever separate us!

- Isn't that what you wanted?
- Tell me it's true!

You won't laugh at me
and say I was dreaming?

Keep that coin, it's yours.

See how it shines.

It'll shine in the sun like your eyes
when I hold you in my arms.

It's true. I've found Trolius's amphorae.

And it's true that I love you.

- It hurts when you doubt me.
- I don't doubt you!

I love you more
than all the treasure in the sea!

I don't know how to say it
but I'm yours, I'm all yours.

And here, if you give your heart
to someone, it's for life.

Manina, my darling...
Erick's going to bring the nets up soon

then we'll leave for Italy.

Erick doesn't want the men
to see the treasure.

He'll drop them off in Sardinia
and we'll split the treasure.

And tomorrow,
I'll come back in my own boat.

Then I'll go and see your parents
and tell them.

When the net's high enough, head off. We'll pull it out once we're at sea.

- Listen!
- Why have they started the engines?

What does it mean?

Erick, no, don't do it!

- Aren't we waiting for him?
- Mind your own business. I'm in charge.

Full ahead!

Come and help! Gerard has drowned!
He's on the beach! Come or he'll die!

PORT CAPTAIN'S OFFICE

PORT OFFICER

- That mayday is still going.
- Yacht stranded off Sardinia.

- What's its name?
- The Surraya.

Warn the Italian police.

It's that net!

We can't go ashore! I'd rather sink!

Abandon ship!

The Surraya isn't responding.

- It's you!
- Yes. You were very ill, you know.

It's all over now.

God heard mine and Mother's prayers
and now you're saved.

Not yet. I have to find the Surraya
and get those amphorae.

I have to go,
I have to alert the police at every port.

I'll do everything to find them!

Manina, your father
has to lend me some clothes.

He has to help me get to Bonifacio.

Calm down, don't get excited.

Tell him, Manina, it's for the best.

My father's radio captured a mayday
from a yacht.

The Surraya was stranded off Sardinia.

The Surraya sank by Cap Negra.

The two sailors escaped.
Erick went down with the boat.

You're not just saying this
to make me forget it?

It's true. It went down with the amphorae.

You see? The sea took back its treasure.

It's better that way.

I couldn't stand the idea
of them getting rich

while we suffered in poverty.

Now you have to help me to forget.

To forget completely,
there's one thing we have to do.

Get dressed. I'll wait for you at the door.

I'll help you walk,
even if I have to carry you.

You're right, Manina, it's better this way.

Now, this whole treasure story...

it's as if I'd dreamed it.