Bonjour tristesse Page #5

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- 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.

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