Wait till they see these.
If they like the others,
they'll be crazy about these.
- Like to look at them?
- I'll see them at the show.
This is the best day of my life. I have
my first exhibition and I have you.
Cecile, will you marry me
when I'm a success?
Let's give ourselves a little time.
Cecile!
- Aren't you interested in anything?
- Yes, in going someplace else.
- Where?
- I don't know.
- Alone?
- Yes, alone.
- There. We're engaged.
- I don't want that.
All right.
Then we're engaged.
It's going to be a small wedding,
but you may come.
- Will I see you later?
- Yes.
Where?
I don't know.
I'll be ready in three seconds.
- Any zipping or buttoning to do?
- No thanks, darling. It's all done.
- Are we calling for Yvette?
- She's no longer with us. It's Denise.
- Model?
- Actress. Aspiring. Rather appetizing.
Talented too, she says.
- The usual trinket?
- Not this time. It's pretty, though.
- Like to see it?
- I'll see it later...
...on Denise.
Jacques, there she is now. Cecile?
- Hello.
- I'm so glad to see you.
- I love your dress. Is it new?
- Thank you. You look adorable.
- Raymond.
- And this is Denise... Denise.
- How do you do?
- Good evening.
Cecile, this is Jacques,
who's dying to meet you.
- How are you?
- Fine.
- Have a drink?
- I'd love one.
- I've waited a long time to meet you.
- I'm very flattered.
Now, I'm gonna sit here.
Denise? You sit there.
Deanne there. Paulette here. Cecile...
That's not gonna work.
Let's dance in the meantime.
- May I take you to the races tomorrow?
- I'd love to go. Thank you, Jacques.
After the races he'll tak e me
to dinner and dancing again.
And on Thursday to
the tennis matches.
And on Sunday to the country.
What a waste of time, dear Jacques.
What a hopeless waste of time.
He's attractive. And he's nice.
And I'd lik e to warn him...
...but he wouldn't understand...
...that I can't feel anything
he might be interested in...
...because I'm surrounded by a wall.
An invisible wall
made of memories I can't lose.
Hey, how about a dance?
- Half a dance.
- Better than none.
- He likes you.
- He's very charming.
- How's Denise?
- Great girl.
- This is gonna be a fun evening.
- Yes, wonderful.
It's wonderful luck
having you for a daughter.
The luck runs both ways, sir.
But even with my father
it isn't the same anymore.
Nothing is.
Will I ever be happy again...
...as I was at the beginning of that
wonderful summer on the Riviera...
...just a year ago?
Seven was my magic number.
I was very superstitious then,
and loved it.
Seven and three.
The seven came out of my age, 17.
And the three from the three members
of our very happy household.
Good morning, Albertine.
My coffee, please.
Albertine has the sunstroke.
I'm her sister, Lontine.
So you are. Good morning, Lontine.
Is she very ill?
- You know how it is.
- I know how it is.
- Good morning, Alber...
- Albertine has the sunstroke.
- This is her sister, Lontine.
- I thought I felt a change. Forgive me.
My sister told me what to expect.
Good morning, monsieur.
I don't think she approves.
- They lack imagination down here.
- More likely they have too much.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
Did you sleep well?
Did you wake well?
I never do and you always do.
It's repulsively unfair.
- Just you wait till you're my age.
- How's Elsa?
She's asleep.
Look at that wonderful sea.
- High time we threw ourselves in.
- All that vitality.
Elsa?
- Twice more.
- Why?
Three times is good luck.
- Pebbles and all?
- Of course.
Elsa? Elsa?
If you really want it to work,
do it seven times.
If I want that,
I'll pull her out by the hair.
Wait.
Let's smell the day.
Good morning, Cecile.
Good morning, Raymond.
I'm up now.
Two letters for you.
One's from your office.
Throw it away. It's vacation time.
It doesn't say who this one's from.
Look, not bad. Another week,
it'll be flatter than yours.
But you're tempting the devil...
...looking in the mirror before noon.
Do I look that much fatter
in the morning?
It has nothing to do with that.
It's bad luck, that's all.
- Why?
- It just is. You'll see.
Elsa?
- I'm asleep.
- Then wake up.
- It's the middle of the night.
- It's morning.
- It's raining.
- No, it isn't.
It is. Great big drops.
I heard them on the door.
- How do you feel?
- As if I were swimming in sizzling oil.
You do look like a lobster.
You were too lazy
to move out of the sun.
If you really adored me,
you would have moved the sun.
I adore you, all right.
- Good morning, Elsa.
- Good morning, Raymond.
- Up.
- Don't make me move, I'll crack.
- But you can't lie here all day.
- Why not?
- Good morning, Elsa.
- Good morning.
I wish you would explain
to your father...
- Is that my new pin?
- Pretty, I think.
Off with it.
- I thought we were friends.
- So did I.
But then you let him come in here
before I've washed my face.
I am going to crack.
Curiously, you look very appetizing.
Even with an unwashed face.
Thank you, darling.
I have cracked.
- Where?
- Here. Now I'm getting peely.
- I'll be ugly. You'll hate me.
- I can't stand that moaning.
- Where are you going?
- To sleep in the sea.
- You sleep there, I'll sleep here.
- You can't go back to sleep.
- Raymond, no.
- You be careful. She is sunburned.
Raymond!
One, two, three, four, five, six,
seven, eight, nine, 10...
...96, 97, 98, 99, 100.
Now, the rain from heaven,
if you please.
None left.
You'll have to go in yourself.
Marvellous, Raymond.
It's like swimming in cool velvet.
- Velvet's always hot.
- Cool silk, then.
- Know where I'd like to be this minute?
- Exactly where you are.
You're exactly right.
Hey, out of my way.
There's work to be done.
Look. The lobster lady approaches.
Guess who?
- Marvellous. She really is a good sport.
- She is.
- I'm glad you like her.
- It's easy.
She's fun and she's unpretentious.
I'm glad you scuttled Yvonne Marie
before summer.
I wouldn't have brought her here.
If you'd met her in April,
you would've.
That's why I met her in November.
I would kiss you for the umbrella,
Raymond, but you are in the sun.
- I mixed three lotions in one jar, Elsa.
- Brilliant.
I don't guarantee
they'll stop the peeling.
I'm in no condition
to ask for a guarantee on anything.
All the way down here
I've been brain-rattling.
- Seriously?
- Yes.
Cecile, which would you rather have,
jewels or furs?
Neither.
Jewellery's supposed to be
a good investment.
And of course, you can wear it
all year round.
But furs feel so good under bare feet.
Are you planning another birthday?
No. And I'm not being hinty either.
I was just wondering.
You see, when we go
to the casino Friday night...
I look like a piece
of old wallpaper.
And I win a lot of money again.
Where is my comb?
There might be one
in the pocket of this shirt.
After all, I won quite a bit
last Friday.
And if I win quite a bit this Friday...
Thank you.
You still haven't opened your letter.
I was wondering what I ought
to give myself for a present.
What happens if you lose?
But I never lose, Raymond.
You know that. I can't.
That horoscope Cecile got for me
says I was born lucky and...
Where is she going?
- Will he drown?
- No, of course not, darling.
- What makes you think it's a "he"?
- Why else would she run?
- You all right?
- I'm fine, thanks.
- My, but you're polite.
- I'm sorry.
Need some help?
- May I tie her onto your float?
- Sure. I'll help.
My mother has a house on
the other side of the rocks.
I'm spending my vacation there.
- Vacation from what?
- Law school.
- Do you really mean to be a lawyer?
- Why else go to law school?
Well, one has to do something
until one reaches a certain age.
- One has to prepare for the future.
- I'm preparing.
- How?
- By learning how to have a good time.
That's not a very...
- You're terribly serious, aren't you?
- Yes, I am serious.
- How marvellous.
- Why?
- I don't know any serious people.
- How peculiar.
That's my father there
with a friend of ours.
- Yes, I know.
- You do? How?
- You've seen us at the casino.
- No.
No, you're too serious to go there.
In the village?
- I've never seen any of you.
- Then you've heard about us.
You heard about those
wicked people from Paris.
- I'm from Paris.
- You heard and were intrigued.
You're corruptible.
I'm just interested in people,
that's all.
Well, it was very nice
of you to help me.
- I didn't mean to embarrass you.
- You didn't.
Or shock you.
- Lf you'd like to come sailing...
- I'd love it, but I don't know how.
I'll teach you.
I think you could do with
a lesson yourself.
I'm an excellent sailor.
The mast broke.
- Come on.
- Where?
Don't you want to meet
the wicked people from Paris?
Do you think I upset him?
You hop subjects like a roulette ball.
Upset who?
- That sailor boat boy. What's his name?
- Philippe.
It's torture to wear clothes
with a sunburn.
I think I did upset him.
Was I too open about us?
He didn't need quite so much help
in adding one and one.
Anyway, he's brilliantly cute.
- Why didn't Cecile ask him to dinner?
- She did for tomorrow.
- I would have asked for tonight.
- I'm sure.
Why waste time?
This was found in the pocket
of your shirt.
Thank you.
- Could I have more coffee, please?
- Yes, mademoiselle.
She thinks she's being insulting
with that "mademoiselle."
I love it. I'm not old enough
to be madame, am I? Cecile?
I'm listening to the crickets.
But they only say the same thing
over and over.
I read they make that noise
by rubbing their legs together.
What a thought.
I have a surprise.
Company is coming.
- Brilliant. Anybody I know?
- Anne Larsen.
This dress is her design.
- Coming here? When?
- Next week.
- Raymond, is Anne Larsen married?
- She's divorced. Why?
- How old is she?
- She's older than you are.
She was my mother's best friend.
She must be a very lovely lady.
- Your thoughts are so hard to follow.
- Be careful of my back.
I just have to get out of this dress.
Your crickets are having
a cocktail party.
- Raymond.
- Now please, don't bawl me out.
- May I ask a question?
- No.
- What made you invite Anne?
- You like Anne.
I do. Very much.
But we hardly ever see her anymore.
- I see her all the time.
- Occasionally. At large parties.
Last time we had a long chat at
a comparatively small cocktail party.
What?
I know you and the invitations
you hand out at parties.
- To be honest, I forgot I'd invited her.
- You're awful.
How did you happen
to ask her anyway?
She looked particularly attractive.
She's always seemed
so aloof and self-assured.
I wouldn't think she would vacation
here. How did you get her to accept?
- No one's told you I'm charming?
- Everyone but Anne.
You should ask her now.
I reminded her she's practically
your godmother and hasn't seen you.
I can hear it all:
"Anne, Cecile is no longer a child.
She's a young girl now.
I try to be both parents to her,
but she needs the help of a woman.
The women I know..."
That's marvellous.
I should be taking lessons from you.
Raymond?
Did you tell her about Elsa?
- Elsa?
- Oh, Raymond.
I don't think I knew that Elsa
was coming when I asked Anne.
Anne said she'd think it over and...
Oh, dear.
Raymond?
Which room is Anne going to have?
I thought I'd give her mine.
- I'll sleep in the bathhouse.
- I will.
- The ladies here, the gentleman there.
- You're worried about appearances?
- I'm a bundle of surprises tonight.
- You're impossible. So is the situation.
She's arriving on Monday.
So you can either spank me,
walk out or help me.
- You know I'll help you.
- I suspected you might.
You're such a fake.
It's such wonderful fun
to have you for a daughter.
Hey, what's the matter?
I don't want it to stop. Ever.
But suddenly somehow
I knew it would stop.
That our happy days were numbered.
That was a Tuesday.
Anne was due the following Monday.
Six more days.
I remember thinking
seven would have been lucky.
It was very hot
the day Anne was to arrive.
My father and Elsa
went to meet her at the station.
They're back.
Anne!
Welcome.
Thank you, Cecile.
Are you that grown up?
- Really, welcome.
- And really, thank you.
- Which way?
- Terrace first, so you can see the view.
- How did your new collection go?
- Extremely well.
But I wish I could have found
material the colour of this water.
I spent my honeymoon by the sea.
Twelve years ago.
Did you like it? I mean the place?
Yes, I liked both it and the place.
Although it wasn't nearly
as lovely as this.
I had quite a debate with myself
before coming here.
- I'm delighted I lost.
- I'll fetch your things.
- What's the matter, Cecile?
- Nothing. Why?
- You're embarrassed.
- There's nothing.
May I guess?
You're annoyed Raymond isn't here
to spread a welcome carpet.
He's spreading it with flowers.
He's spreading it at the station.
But I wired I was driving.
- You wired?
- Yes.
I wouldn't decide to drive
and not send word.
Where do you suppose
that telegram is?
In his pocket, unopened.
Albertine! I mean, Lontine!
Slight maid problem.
Weird sisters rotate working for us.
Weird? How?
Every week one or the other is stricken
with some odd malady. Maybe it's us.
- Yes?
- Lontine...
Lontine has a bad liver.
I am her sister, Claudine.
- Did a telegram come today?
- I handed it to monsieur myself.
- Didn't he read it?
- Do you know him, madame?
- Would you take my bags to my room?
- Yes, madame.
- Where is my room?
- This way.
Poor Raymond. For once he's a victim
of his irresponsibility.
- Serves him right.
- No, not on such a hot day.
How I'd love
to resist opening telegrams.
To not answer phones. To do exactly
what I intend to do here.
- What?
- Nothing.
Oh, what a lovely room.
Raymond picked the flowers
and cut them himself.
And even arranged them himself.
Isn't he sweet?
He can be very endearing, can't he?
At least the weird sisters clean well.
You're looking wonderfully well.
I'm surprised and pleased.
- Why surprised?
- From Raymond's description...
That was in Paris.
I was worn out from studying.
- How did you do with examinations?
- Flunked.
- Flunked?
- Flunked.
- Would you like me to unpack for you?
- No, thank you.
- The box is for you.
- Oh, Anne.
- Are you studying now?
- During vacation?
You'll take examinations again
in October.
Why? Raymond never got a diploma.
Yes, but he worked hard.
Made quite a bit of money.
If it's gone, I'm sure there'll always
be a man to take care of me.
And you don't need a diploma
for that.
I don't like vulgarities, Cecile.
Even when they're funny.
I'm sorry.
The dress is marvellous.
- It's really marvellous.
- But?
No, the style is too.
Everything you design is perfect.
But you think that's too young
for you? You're wrong.
A more sophisticated style would
only make you look more of a child.
I'm not a child.
You're not going to make me study,
are you?
I didn't know I could.
Well, you could.
Don't be so afraid of me.
I'm not here as your governess.
I won't make you do anything.
Although I might try
to influence you a little.
Even a scale.
Well, that'll ruin my appetite.
That's Raymond's.
- Did he give up this room for me?
- I offered to move out of mine.
It's odd a villa this size
has only two bedrooms.
- There are three.
- Three?
Yes, this one and two upstairs.
Mine and Elsa's.
Elsa Mackenbourg.
I think you met her.
Not too bright but a lot of fun.
Just what does he think I am?
He sleeps in the bathhouse.
He can sleep here,
because I won't.
Or any other place else that he...
Cecile, would you mind
leaving me alone?
No.
Cecile?
- Cecile?
- Yes, Raymond.
She wasn't there. You suppose
she fell out of the train?
- She's here. She drove.
- You see?
I told you Philippe
didn't have an American car.
Must have been
190 degrees in the shade.
My pathetic feet.
- Where is Anne?
- In her room.
- Any point in taking these to her?
- I wouldn't disturb her now.
- Oh?
- Yes.
- Was she...?
- Very.
Very what? You two don't even
need words. The perfect marriage.
- How bad?
- Breakage.
- Really bad. You suppose the setup...?
- No, she's too sophisticated.
- Discovering occupied territory?
- Couldn't care less.
- You think.
- I know.
Know what about Anne?
Anne is fine.
And delighted to be here.
Forgive me. I stood on that platform
for hours waving these.
- I should have telephoned.
- What's the difference? We're all here.
- I'm here. I'm Elsa Mackenbourg.
- I thought you knew each other.
Not as well as I'd like to.
Pretty dress.
Not as pretty as some of yours
I've got. They are just brilliant.
You're kind.
But the line of that suits you.
The colour is good
when I'm not half peeling.
I have lotion that will help
on my dressing table.
I'm going to sink in the water
and drown in the sun.
- I'll show you the way.
- I can see the way. Straight down.
I'm going to put that lotion on
right this minute.
If that woman says it will help,
it will help. She's brilliant.
- Amazing figure.
- Never mind that.
- I thought she said...
- What?
- She was leaving.
- What is going on?
- I haven't a clue.
- We'd better find out.
Anne?
Anne.
Anne.
- What's so funny?
- Your face.
I could almost see you
figuring out something to say.
It's not too easy.
When I invited you,
I had no idea Elsa...
- No explanations.
- I want to.
Explanations only make
things more complicated.
- They certainly do. Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- I'm sorry, darling.
- As long as you're staying.
- I don't know that I am.
- I don't know where we are.
I got stupidly angry before
and decided to leave.
Then the prospect of packing again
and looking for a hotel was too much.
- So you decided to stay.
- Overnight.
- I thought...
- Then, if I'm staying overnight...
- Might as well spend the holiday.
- Yes. If I find that I like it.
- She'll be gone in two days.
- No, she'll stay.
How can you be so sure?
I know women.
I know how to make them like it.
- You want her to stay?
- Yes. Yes, I want her to stay.
She has an amazingly good figure.
Anne stayed. And we lik ed it.
All three of us.
And the maids as well.
She ran them. She ran the house.
She ran us.
- This is my dance.
- It doesn't seem to be.
She made everything so easy
for us...
...that we wondered how
we had ever managed without her.
And we made everything
such fun for her.
We did have fun then.
And everyone was so nice
to everyone else.
Anne? Anne?
- We thought you deserted us.
- Never.
We ordered for you.
- Where's Elsa?
- She's dancing with Pierre Shube.
- He's a marvellous dancer.
- Or as Elsa would say:
Brilliant.
How can you all sit
with that brilliant music?
It's made me forget
the last of my sunburn.
- Where's your friend?
- Leading the band.
- Come on, let's get with it.
- No, Elsa.
It's so easy, Raymond. Just wiggle.
Put it out here and put it back there.
Look at them. It's wonderful.
Come on, then.
- Come on, Philippe.
- It's useless.
If you can teach me to sail,
I can teach you to wiggle.
Put it out here and put it back there.
Wiggle, wiggle.
Brilliant.
Wiggle. Wiggle.
I'm getting dizzy!
- Better?
- Better.
It should have been
someone's birthday.
- It was.
- Whose?
Anne's.
I feel as if it was.
What a lovely, lovely evening.
- I thank you.
- And we thank you.
It seems you're always
having birthdays here.
Not always.
It's really rather recent.
Cecile, isn't it time you were in bed?
- Yes.
- I think it's time we were all in bed.
Oh, Anne?
- Good night, darling.
- Good night.
- Good night, Raymond.
- Good night.
Good night, darling.
Very funny.
- Why do they fall off so much?
- Anne never skied before this summer.
I'm beginning to think
he makes her fall off.
All that fooling around in the water.
Even I could get
back up on skis quicker.
And this sudden interest he has
in going to the market.
Every time she goes, he goes.
Yesterday it took all afternoon
to buy two chickens.
Don't tell me it takes one afternoon
to buy two chickens.
- They weren't even very good, either.
- They've known each other 15 years.
With your father, nobody's safe.
Anne could never be seriously
interested in a man like him.
I know women. And if a man finds
the right way at the right moment...
Look.
I know I'm going to...!
My horoscope knows more
than your law books.
My horoscope knows more
than your law books.
It says tonight is my night and
I'm going to win at the casino.
- Bravo.
- There is a new moon...
...and the casino is starting
a new game tonight. The craps.
When did your eager little fingers
learn to hold dice?
There was this spooky American
named Lucky something...
I can see it all.
I don't know. There isn't a three
or seven in today's date.
Seven times two is 14.
- But today is the fifteenth.
- Not in China.
There's nothing like
this Chinese champagne.
Or French laundry.
You're getting giggly.
If we don't go to the casino now,
you'll fall fat on your flaces.
- Fat on your flace.
- No, fat on your flace.
- After you.
- After you. Oh, come on.
Seven again.
You must have driven
like a maniac.
Eleven.
Seven. You won, madame.
- My dear, may I ride on you?
- Tonight is my night. Ride away.
Baby needs shoes.
Seven again.
Cecile, it's jewels and furs
for everybody.
- Two and two says she does.
- Won't come.
She's three and one.
Have you any sporting blood?
- Mother.
- Hello, Philippe. Cecile, my dear.
What are you doing here?
I found a new game,
and it enchants my blood.
And this friend of yours... Or of
your father's? She's brilliant.
No dice.
Marvellous mind.
Brain of a mathematical genius.
- Who, Elsa?
- She never loses.
- Eleven.
- You see?
Here and this back here.
And this here.
Here and this back here.
And this here.
And here and here and here.
- Victory!
- Victory!
- Brilliant.
- Brilliant.
A very old friend, Pablo de L'Amo.
Hello, querida. Hello, querido.
Hello from America.
Not North America, South America.
Drinks, querido!
Drinks and champagne.
- He's a wee bit tipsy-poo.
- He's very drunky-poo.
Very drunk because I'm very rich.
Very rich because I'm very smart.
Very smart because
I made it all myself in...
My beautiful, Elsa,
what did I make it in?
- Money!
- Right!
He's drunk on champagne,
I'm drunk on gambling.
You two aren't drunk.
That's not very brilliant.
Not brilliant at all.
- Where is Raymond?
- Dancing, probably.
- Brilliant girl.
- Brilliant.
And very right.
You two are not drunk on anything.
Very bad.
To live, you must be
drunk on something.
Love. Money. Success. Failure.
Even whiskey. But something!
- You're drunk, but you're right.
- Of course I am. I'm rich.
Or maybe it's the other way around.
- Do you always have such a good time?
- Always. Except when I'm in America.
- Not North America.
- South America.
You tell someone you're rich
and from America...
...and they always think
you are from Texas.
They are not dancing anywhere.
My beautiful girl...
...you are very beautiful.
Also, you are very sunburned.
Also, you are very peeling.
Be quiet, Pablo.
I couldn't find them anyplace.
- Drink your champagne, Elsa.
- Drink my champagne, Elsa.
- Lucky in cards, unlucky in...
- You're too beautiful to be unlucky.
- Shall I go look?
- I'll look.
Anne isn't used to champagne.
She probably needed air.
- Stop worrying, Elsa.
- Stop worrying, Elsa.
"Isn't used to champagne."
She can drink like a man.
- Then I want to meet her.
- Be still, Pablo.
But it is summer, Raymond...
...and I'm as suspicious of summer
as I am of you.
You said I behave like a boy.
How can you be suspicious of a boy?
- Easily. He likes to play with girls.
- That's true. Until now.
- Now you're serious?
- From the moment you arrived.
From the moment I arrived,
you've been campaigning.
- And what about Elsa?
- Elsa? You know how I think of Elsa.
- As a playmate for Cecile.
- Exactly.
I could never think of you
as just a playmate.
- Not even for you?
- The moment I stop joking, you start.
But that's what you want, isn't it?
A playmate, someone to have fun with?
I do have fun with you. And that's
a long way from being all I want.
And we've been over and over this.
I know.
Raymond, I cannot be casual.
I've never been less casual
in my life.
- Then why am I still so frightened?
- I don't know.
I'm often frightened when I want
something badly. And I want you.
I've never wanted any woman
the way I want you.
No, Raymond.
Raymond, no.
Part of me was angry. Part of me
was happy. All of me was excited.
He had brought a girl to the seashore,
made her go out in the sun...
...then when she was a mess of
peeling, dropped her lik e a hot lobster.
It was unfair. Yet even while
I was angry at him...
...I was proud that he had gotten
the unattainable Anne.
How long would it last?
Well, how long did Elsa last?
How long did any of them last?
Anne wasn't feeling well.
My father had to take her home.
They have gone?
Yes. How about a drink?
- No, thank you.
- No, thank you.
- Would you like to dance?
- No, thank you.
She was awfully sick, Elsa.
She ruined that beautiful dress.
It was a horrible, frumpy dress.
- We were all so happy.
- So happy.
- We can still be happy, Elsa.
- No, we can't.
- No, we can't.
- Be still, Pablo.
- Come on, we'll take you home.
- I have no home. I'm not going back.
- Elsa, be reasonable.
- I will not be treated like a wife.
Pablo will find me a hotel.
I'll buy you a hotel.
Goodbye, Philippe.
- You liked me, didn't you?
- I still do, Elsa.
We were good friends, weren't we?
I'll see you, Elsa.
Never. Never again.
Never again.
Poor Elsa. I feel as though
I were losing a good friend.
- I'm confused. Know what I'd like to do?
- What?
I'd like to go someplace alone with you
and get very drunky-poo.
Philippe, you'll be a credit
to your mother yet.
- Good morning, mademoiselle.
- Good morning, Albertine.
Holy Buddha! You are Albertine.
Come and sit with us.
Appearances indicate
you stopped for a nightcap.
- A whole hat.
- Is that ice cream?
- It's vanilla. Her hangover cure.
- It works.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Good morning, Cecile.
- Good morning, Anne.
You both look so mysterious.
As if you had a secret.
- Well...
- Well...
- Have you a cigarette?
- I'll get one.
Don't bother, because
I don't really want one.
We would like to ask you something.
Elsa's in a hotel. Some South
American was taking care of her.
- No, no, it's not that.
- What, then?
- Your father and I want to get married.
- We'd like it very much.
Well, it's a good idea.
It's a very good idea.
Glad that's over.
I told you she'd be pleased.
- Of course I am.
- I wasn't sure.
- You never believe me.
- Yes, I do. I do.
Now that the approval's official, we'll
celebrate. Champagne? Or ice cream?
May I have both?
You can have anything you want.
- You are pleased?
- Yes.
But confused?
It's just hard for me to smile
too much with this head.
- Is that really all?
- Yes.
Does our getting married seem
strange to you or just ridiculous?
- Not ridiculous at all.
- But strange?
- A little.
- Why?
Say it. Say anything, Cecile.
I want you to.
I have to kind of push everything
around to think of Raymond married.
You didn't want him to marry again?
No, I mean,
I didn't think he wanted to.
But if he does, I do.
If he's glad, I'm glad.
That makes me so happy. You know,
I was rather frightened of you.
Of me? Why?
I was afraid of your being
frightened of me.
I was. Until just this minute.
- Well, never be again.
- I won't.
I've told Albertine the news.
- That is Albertine, isn't it?
- Yes.
Anyway, I told her the news.
And she's happier than we are.
I think we've seen
the last of her sisters.
You see, you make everybody happy.
- Doesn't she, Cecile?
- Yes.
Did I really believe that?
Well, at least I tried to.
And I tried to live
as though it were true.
As though the subtle but swift
changes Anne made in our daily life...
...made me happy too.
It isn't that I don't believe
your father has changed.
It isn't that I don't believe
your father has changed.
I want too much to believe it.
What difference could a change
in him mean to you?
If he changes, you change.
If he's happy with one person...
Raymond is happy with Anne. It's
different than with Elsa or with...
He loves Anne. And he wants the kind
of life she wants. You've seen them.
Belonging to one person
can make you happy.
Anne is different too.
She looks softer. She moves easier.
- In the morning, she seems...
- Seems how?
As though she had the most wonderful
secret in the world.
I wish I walked the way she walks now.
I wish I had the look she has. I wish...
You said we weren't
to do this anymore.
I don't care.
Cecile!
I think perhaps you had better go,
Philippe.
- You got the wrong impression. There...
- I think you'd better go.
You realize that such diversions
can end up in a hospital.
We were only kissing.
That won't end up in any hospital.
- Please don't see him again, Cecile.
- What if I say I love him?
I don't think you do, darling.
Love doesn't depend on that.
Nor is it the only way to express it.
But I enjoy Philippe
and I want to see him.
And I feel a great responsibility
towards you now.
- I cannot allow you to ruin your life.
- Are you ruining yours?
Your father and I are going to be
married. Also, I am not 17.
Seventeen now isn't what it was
when you were 17.
I'm not a child, Anne.
And I won't be treated like one.
I don't want you
to see Philippe again, Cecile.
You will have studying to do. That
will keep you busy in the afternoons.
My father tells me what to do,
not you.
I suppose she told you.
- She tells me, and I adore listening.
- You know what I mean.
- I never know what anybody means.
- Stop joking.
I'm sorry. We were only kissing,
and Anne thought...
I didn't. I simply feel it would be good
if she stopped seeing Philippe...
...and studied for her
philosophy examination.
Couldn't she do both?
Philippe is well-behaved. Not a good
sense of humour, but nice. I like him.
Cecile is nice and I like her,
but they have nothing to do.
We have a great deal to do.
We play tennis, go sailing, swimming
and skin-diving. Healthy things.
Physical things. If anything happened,
you couldn't really blame them.
- Yes, I see what you mean.
- You do?
You should do some work. You don't
want to fail philosophy and take it over.
I couldn't care less
and neither could you.
Cecile, would it be so hard to study
just for a few weeks?
- Yes. Very hard.
- Cecile.
- Are you siding with her or me?
- It's not a question of sides.
Isn't it? I want to see Philippe
and not be cooped up studying.
Anne wants me to study and
not see Philippe. What shall it be?
Because I love Anne doesn't mean
that I love you any less.
That's not an answer.
Well, I think for the next few weeks
you should study and not see Philippe.
She's prim and prissy and prude.
And a know-it-all and I hate her.
She's changed him.
She'll change me.
She'll change everything.
I hate her. I hate her. I hate her.
No, it isn't her fault he doesn't
love you anymore. It's yours.
You're spoiled and wilful
and arrogant and lazy.
A mean little monster.
Anne had made me look at myself
for the first time in my life.
And that turned me against her.
Dead against her.
I'll be with you in a moment,
Jacques.
- I'm sorry.
- I'm not angry.
Then why are you leaving?
I don't really know.
You go to a place, you leave a place.
- But he's not for you.
- Who is?
Not him, at any rate.
Where do you live, Hubert?
Where do I live?
You know where I live.
You know where I live?
Limbo. With my father.
There's Jacques.
What happened?
I thought you weren't gonna show.
You know better than that.
- This evening you're very peculiar.
- I'm a very peculiar girl.
- You're my girl, aren't you?
- Yes, Raymond. I'm your girl.
- We have great fun, don't we?
- Yes, we have great fun.
Does he really still have fun?
I know he wants to desperately.
And I knew he wouldn't
have much with Anne.
Which was probably another reason
I decided to get rid of her.
How carefully, how seriously I went
about that decision. What a little beast.
While pretending to study...
...I actually spent days comparing
the contestants for my father.
Comparing Anne and me.
All our good points,
against all our bad ones.
I meant to be fair, but the score
was against me. Definitely.
Anne was out. How to get her out
might have been difficult...
...if the way, the trap,
had not been opened for me.
Come in, Albertine.
Elsa? What's happened to you?
I'm tan, all over.
Don't I look brilliant?
- Absolutely. And a new dress?
- Several new dresses, shoes and bags.
- From your gambling money?
- No, from Pablo. For my birthday.
I thought you had that birthday
three months ago.
I did. But he was in America then.
South America.
Pablo said to leave my old things here,
but I'm sentimental.
I packed everything myself.
- How is Raymond?
- Miserable.
Really?
Well, he is,
but he doesn't know it yet.
She doesn't give him a chance
to know it. She's very clever.
Brilliant.
You don't know how clever.
He's agreed to marry her.
- Marry? Raymond is going to marry?
- Yes.
- It serves him right.
- How can you say that?
- He threw me out.
- You walked out.
He dumped me at the casino.
No lady goes home alone.
- You had me and Philippe.
- I have my pride.
And Pablo.
Pablo.
He drinks and laughs and drinks...
- Elsa, it's fate.
- I hate fate. That stupid horoscope...
It's fate that you walked in here.
I was thinking about you.
Really? What?
I was thinking how Raymond
still loves you.
- Cecile.
- Deep down he loves you. You know it.
Yes, he loves me so madly,
he's going to marry Anne.
It's the idea of marriage
that appeals to him.
You think so?
- He always wants to try something new.
- But he has been married.
Yes, but so long ago
he's forgotten he didn't like it.
- Lf he marries again, he's ruined.
- So are you.
I know. I wish you wanted to help.
What can I do? It's too late. I walked
out when I should have stayed.
- Where are you going?
- Back to Cannes.
- Must you?
- No.
Do you want to?
No. I love Raymond. I'd still be here
if it weren't for that scheming...
That's what she is.
Scheming.
- Ask Philippe's mother if you can stay.
- I can. She thinks I'm brilliant. But why?
- Say you don't have a place to stay.
- Yes, but why go at all?
I have an idea. It isn't worked out yet
and there isn't time to explain.
- But Cecile...?
- Do you want Raymond back?
- You know I do.
- Then hurry to Philippe's.
- Do you have a car?
- Yes. Pablo was...
You drive.
I'll walk and meet you there.
- Why don't you come with me?
- I don't want them to see us together.
Besides, I have to work out my plan.
That means concentration and being
alone. Now, hurry. Go the back way.
All right.
Cecile.
- What now?
- I feel so good.
- Cecile? Cecile? Where are you going?
- For a walk in the woods.
You've been working so hard.
Relax. Go and take a swim.
- No, thank you.
- I'll come. The water's very watery.
I have to concentrate. I'm working out
a problem. In philosophy.
Now surely philosophy can wait.
Not Pascal. He's demanding. You want
me to meet his demands, don't you?
Any man would wait
while you took a swim.
Not this one.
- Did Elsa come...?
- Yes!
- Let's get married.
- It's an epidemic.
- I'm serious.
- You're only a boy.
I only look like a boy. I'm 25.
- Where's Elsa? Did your mother...?
- I love you. I'm proposing.
- I heard you the first time.
- You didn't answer because it's no.
I didn't answer because Anne would
answer for me, and she'd say no.
- Can't we get rid of Anne?
- That's why I sent Elsa down here.
Then you do love me?
I don't quite get the connection,
but, yes, I do. Where's Elsa?
She's watching Mother play bridge.
- She told Mother she was an orphan.
- Why?
She thought it was a good touch.
Everybody feels sorry for orphans.
- I feel rather sorry for Elsa.
- Why the change?
I didn't realize Anne was such
an adventuress...
...or that Elsa was so sensitive.
So much imagination, you mean.
Collect your tiny brain and
try and do better this time.
- One small diamante.
- Two clubs.
- Pass.
- Pass?
Pass.
- Two hearts.
- Three diamantes.
- Pass.
- Pass.
- Pass.
- Three hearts.
Three hearts? We're on the brink
of a tantalizing abyss.
Do I jump or not?
- Three hearts?
- What? What?
Tune that thing up. She's only
repeating your pathetic bid.
Stop semaphoring.
Either come in or go out.
- I say jump.
- I'm with you. Come back at 5.
My partner has to go.
You and I will sweep the field.
- Where can we talk?
- My room.
I can't wait to hear your plan.
I'm all goose-pimply.
- I don't like intrigue.
- I do.
- You want to marry me.
- What's that have to do with it?
- Would Anne let me marry you?
- No.
The plan concerns getting rid of Anne.
Anne concerns us.
- I still don't like it.
- I love it.
- You haven't even heard it yet.
- Will you two be still?
The basic idea is wildly simple. The
details may take a bit of working out.
Is that your room?
You two must pretend
to be madly in love.
We have to arrange that my father
sees you together.
- Jealousy, the green-eyed monster.
- Now, wait, Cecile.
You wait. And let me explain.
Krishnimara, aid me.
Concentration is the secret.
Exhale deeply.
Exhale from the mind.
Exhale from the soul.
Now, then, suppose I tell Elsa.
No, suppose I tell Philippe.
- Go away, Albertine.
- It isn't Albertine...
Yoga. Hindu philosophy.
I wasn't aware that yoga
was part of your examination.
All those discussions about
your paper on Pascal...
...and how difficult Spinoza
was for you.
Cecile, have you actually done
any studying at all?
In the end, it's your own affair
if you fail your examinations...
...but it is another matter
when you lie to your father and to me.
Why did you lie?
I really don't understand you at all.
And you never will!
I would like to apologize.
I sometimes forget that you're
still a child. Now, please...
...don't let that word offend you.
It's merely a short way of saying...
...you're still young enough...
...to pattern your behaviour after
people older than you.
You mean I'm not to blame
for behaving like Raymond?
No, you're not. Or for being influenced
by the way he used to live...
...or the friends he, I hope,
won't see very much of from now on.
The Lombards, for instance.
They telephoned from their yacht.
They're taking us to dinner
and a club Tuesday.
We have to go.
He's your father's business partner.
I think they're very amusing.
They always make me laugh.
There will be risqu stories
deliberately in front of you.
Helen Lombard will make sly and
bitter jokes about her friends and...
...compare Raymond's muscles with
her newest young chauffeur, a nephew.
Henri will confide in Raymond
about his new girl, a model...
...while he rubs your knee
under the table.
Your knee being younger than mine.
In a few years, the nephew-chauffeur
will make off with the car...
...and the latest model
will wear Helen's jewellery.
Friends will laugh at them
rather than at their jokes.
- At least they're having a good time.
- Are they?
Then why do they drink so much
and so often?
Why are they never alone
with each other?
In the end, their only memories
will be of hangovers.
I have another moral, Anne.
If you can't accept people
as they are, give them up.
Don't try to change them.
Besides, it's usually too late.
Why, you're almost
as strong as Rene.
Why, you're almost
as strong as Rene.
Rene, darling,
Rene is Helen's new chauffeur.
- And nephew.
- On which side?
On the left side. It's an American car.
Wicked, but sweet.
Don't you think they're sweet?
- Young love in late fall.
- Thank you.
How does little Cecile feel
about her father getting married?
Little Cecile feels like
having a great big drink.
Of course.
That's why we're here. Waiter?
- We were at a party the other night.
- Fantastic.
- Who's gonna tell this story?
- I am.
Waiter?
You'll never believe the amount
of liquor that was consumed.
Isn't that Elsa Mackenbourg
over there?
She's grown into a beautiful trick.
- Who is the boy?
- Her nephew.
- Cecile!
- Well, he's young enough.
Everywhere we've been,
there they are.
- She's flaunting her achievement.
- I prefer to rise above it.
- It's all so unimportant, Raymond.
- It's disgraceful.
- That boy has a good face.
- And he's a good driver.
You're well rid of him.
Matter of fact, it's indecent.
Anne.
You look particularly lovely tonight.
Thank you.
This is fun. We ought to go
for walks more often.
This is fun. We ought to go
for walks more often.
- Those days are over.
- Nonsense.
- Your days with the Lombards are over.
- Putting me out of business?
I meant socially.
Anne doesn't like them.
- She will in time.
- No, she won't. You know Anne.
- Why don't you like her?
- I do.
You may like her,
but you're always squabbling.
You're a little bit
like a mother-in-law.
Mother-in-law will just marry earlier.
That will solve all the problems.
- You don't have to go that far.
- I exaggerate, and you know it.
But Anne's way of living is better
than ours, and I have to face it.
Good, then face it.
It has depth and stability
and wholesomeness.
- You make it sound like a terrible bore.
- It's the good life.
Come down off the pulpit.
We know that your life with me has
not been suitable for your age or mine.
We've never been bored.
We won't be bored now. Anne's
not asking us to go into a convent.
I just came out and
you couldn't get in.
That's your opinion.
- Lf you want to make her happy...
- I do.
Then you have to give up
our old life.
Don't you think that after a while
we can gradually ease into it?
Don't.
Come on.
- That little tramp. She is.
- You threw her out.
- She walked out.
- You behaved abominably to her.
- You enjoy seeing her with Philippe?
- I don't love him.
- That's not the point.
- What is?
The point is, it doesn't make
any sense. With a boy. With a baby.
- I found him attractive.
- Lf I wanted her back...
- You couldn't.
- No?
You think I couldn't get her back
because he's a few years younger.
What's the enchantment
with these woods?
Anne, how old am I?
Old enough to marry me next month.
But just barely.
Elsa, what are you done up as?
You're behaving like an amateur spy.
You could've telephoned
instead of sending this.
I didn't want anyone
to recognize my voice.
- "All's well. Come." What does it mean?
- It means your plan worked brilliantly.
Raymond telephoned me last night
to say he was madly sorry.
And that he had behaved like an
absolute monster cad. It was heaven.
He rumbled a lot of divinely
sweet things in that way of his.
You know, quietly in a low, deep voice
as if he were suffering.
- It was shivery.
- I'm sure.
Then he asked me to meet him after
lunch to show I had no hard feelings.
- Meet him where?
- He said not to tell a soul.
He meant Philippe, not me.
I don't know.
He doesn't know that you know that...
Where are you supposed
to meet him?
- He said not to tell.
- Then don't.
But should I go?
Meet him, don't meet him. Do whatever
you want. Only don't ask me.
It's getting out of hand. I just wish
I were a lot older or a lot younger.
Pig, pig, pig. I ate like a pig.
Sleepy?
In a way.
No. I have to work.
- I have to go meet Lombard anyway.
- Where are you meeting him?
- His yacht's anchored around the point.
- Why don't we all go?
Because I simply must get
at those sketches.
- I thought you would stop work.
- After the wedding.
Today is father and daughter day.
You two go.
Bye.
- Can I go with you?
- Darling, no. You've got to study.
Anne doesn't think Lombard's
a good influence.
- She suggested I go.
- That's very generous of her...
...but I mustn't take advantage
of her generosity.
What a fak e. What an incredible fak e.
But I love him.
Don't study too hard,
Madame Pascal Spinoza.
It's gone too far.
I must tell her.
I must tell her right away
that this is all my doing.
There's no question.
I must tell her.
But how? What can I tell her?
She'll never forgive me. And she'll
have a weapon against me forever.
Where's she going?
Maybe she wants to join him
at the Lombards' yacht.
I can't let her go.
I must stop her.
No. Maybe I won't stop her.
I'd lik e to see what she'll do.
- No, Raymond, stop that.
- Why?
You're very nervy. You think you can
pick up right where we left off?
Not at all, you were sunburned then.
- I've got a brilliant tan now, haven't I?
- Lovely.
Lovelier than Anne's?
Much. But then a young girl's skin
is always much lovelier.
You didn't seem to think so
a few weeks ago.
Stop punishing me because
I had to satisfy my curiosity.
You weren't curious, you were greedy.
And why were you ready to marry her?
With a woman like Anne, you have to
say a thing like that and you know it.
Raymond.
Anne!
Anne! Wait!
Please stay. It's my fault.
Please, Cecile, let go.
Anne, we need you.
- You don't need anybody. Either of you.
- We do.
- No, wait. Forgive me.
- No, you forgive me.
- Been trying to write to her.
- Where? To Paris?
I suppose that's where she's gone.
What can I say?
"Dear Anne: I'm sorry I went
to the wood with Elsa."
Meaning, "I'm sorry you caught me"?
"It meant nothing to me.
That sort of thing never does."
She'll never understand that.
"Dear Anne: A man says silly things
to a silly woman."
Particularly if he's a vain, silly man.
It was bound to happen
sooner or later.
If not with Elsa, with somebody else.
I'm a very silly man.
- Don't talk that way.
- At least I'm aware of it.
We can get her back. We'll both write,
ask her to forgive both of us.
- Why both of us?
- You, then.
No, me too. I wasn't
very nice to her either.
Where's that pen?
If we put our silly heads together,
we can think of something to say.
Maybe we won't have to write at all.
Hello?
Yes.
Where?
May I have that, please?
She was a friend of ours.
Later they told us that was
the seventh accident at that spot...
...since the beginning of summer.
Seven. My lucky number.
Anyone else would have
left my father a note...
...that would have ruined his sleep
for the rest of his life.
But Anne gave both of us
a magnificently considerate present.
She allowed us to believe
her death was an accident.
My father never mentions the word
"suicide" to anybody.
Not even to me.
Why don't we have dinner tomorrow?
- There's a new club near the Tremoille.
- Yes, I've been.
- Fun?
- Great fun.
Well, good night.
I never heard from Philippe again.
I suppose he finished law school.
Elsa, she's living in South America.
And my father and me...
...we still share this apartment...
...our evenings, our friends.
This summer we're going south again
for his holiday.
Only this time to the Italian Riviera.
"For a change," we say to each other.
But we don't say why we want
a change, nor do we ask.
We have an unspok en agreement
never to mention last summer.
Come in.
You're checking in early.
Denise is a bore.
So soon?
Well, there's no time limit on bores.
By the way, did you notice
Yvonne Marie at that cocktail party?
Yes. She didn't look bad at all.
No, I should say not.
Not bad at all.
Will you be taking her south?
I'll let you know
at the end of the week.
If you do...
...perhaps you'd rather
I didn't come.
You have to come. You have to.
Then I'll come.
Besides...
...you need the rest. You're tired.
Yes, I'm tired.
- Good night, darling.
- Good night, Raymond.
So here I am,
surrounded by my wall of memory.
I try to stop remembering...
...but I can't.
And so often I wonder:
When he's alone...
...is he remembering too?
I hope not.