Goodbye Emmanuelle Page #2

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No, only settings.

- What kind of settings?

- Houses.

What kind of houses?

In ruins, rather old,

and preferably isolated.

There's the one on Digue Island.

I can show it to you, if you wish.

Is it far?

No, it's in my bedroom.

I painted it last year.

Will you come?

If you ask me, Chloe doesn't

stand a chance.

He only had eyes for Emmanuelle.

What do you think?

I don't dislike him.

I'm going to see

what they're doing.

Hey, you'll tell us about it?

Of course.

She never gets tired.

How do we get there?

A boat leaves every morning.

It takes a little under three hours.

I can take you there if you want...

with my husband's boat.

No, thank you. I'd rather take the

regular boat and see people.

What people?

I like your work.

It's cheerful, isn't it?

The country seems to inspire you.

No more than any other.

You know, after a while...

...you need to add cheerfulness

in the landscape yourself.

Can we go out here,

through the garden?

Yes. When will you go to

Digue Island?

Tomorrow. Say goodbye to

your friends for me.

Hello.

I passed you with my boat.

Didn't you see me?

No.

I suppose you want to visit

the house right away?

That's why I came.

There are two means of transportation

here:
bicycle or ox cart.

- Let's take the ox cart, then.

- Come.

Have you lived in the Seychelles long?

Almost three years. Before that,

we were in Bangkok and Hong Kong.

Your husband works

for the government?

No, he's an architect.

- Come on.

- Is it here?

No, the road ended.

We'll go along the beach.

- Is this the school?

- Yes.

There it is.

Gregory!

Do you know why

I brought you here?

Because I feel like

making love with you.

Really?

- You aren't too excited by the idea.

- I didn't say that.

You are surprised because

you don't know me.

I have no prejudices. When I want

something or someone, I say it.

That's nice.

It simplifies everything.

Love is really the only thing

that interests me.

- That's all you do, then?

- Almost.

- Isn't it a little monotonous?

- Not at all.

All you need is some imagination.

You're the one who gave me pleasure

the other day on the rocks.

I thought I saw someone with you.

Who?

Go ahead and undress.

You undress me.

You see, I do excite you.

It's normal... you're very beautiful.

Wait. Take your time.

Don't move.

Do you enjoy having

a complaisant husband?

Jean's not complaisant.

He's happy to know that I'm happy.

Even with someone else?

It surprises you, doesn't it?

And you never wondered what

it might hide?

Why should it hide anything?

I don't know. It just doesn't

seem natural.

I wouldn't like to know that the woman

I love is making love to another.

- Do you prefer lies?

- In that case, yes.

You're very bourgeois after all.

To love someone who loves

you is so rare.

To risk everything in the

name of some bullshit truth...

I don't see what's to be gained.

I have to go.

Why?

Jean doesn't know

I'm here.

I thought you told him everything.

I'll tell him when I get home...

tonight.

If I understand correctly,

you had a good time, thanks to me.

That shocks you?

It'd shock me

if I were in love with you.

I'm sure that deep down

you think I'm a whore.

It just so happens that

I love whores.

Here the rate is 200 rupees.

Here's 300.

It was quite good.

You bastard!

Hello!

- How are you, Guillaume?

- I'm fine.

You know, Clara left.

She left? Where did she go?

To her aunt's, with the children.

What happened?

I invited a little nurse home

last night.

After dinner, I could tell

she was interested.

Clara didn't seem to be

against it at first.

But when she saw us making love...

she broke down... tears, shouting.

If she doesn't like it,

you can't force her.

Obviously not.

I have to go - I'm on duty.

Goodbye, Jean.

What will you do?

I don't know.

Do you want me to talk to her?

She says that you two gave me

such ideas, so... No, thanks.

- Poor Clara.

- Poor idiot, you mean.

What can we do to help them?

Let them work it out for themselves.

What did you do today?

I went to Digue Island.

I saw the director we met that day.

You follow through

with your ideas?

He turned out to be

less interesting than I thought.

- Did you make love?

- Yes.

Badly.

It doesn't surprise me. As for me,

I didn't waste any time.

I met a little tourist

who's dying to meet you.

Really?

Her name is Cecile.

Just like in "The Liaisons."

Quite a program, hey?

Hello, children. How are you?

Auntie, it's Emmanuelle!

Isn't your mom here?

Come see the turtles!

You see, that's the oldest.

Auntie says she's 1 00 years old.

And that one is the mommy.

She laid a big egg and buried it.

Are you all right?

- Did Guillaume send you?

- No.

- Did he tell you?

- About the nurse...

I'm really a petty bourgeoisie.

That's not the problem.

- Mommy! Come and see.

- Wait, sweetheart, later.

You know, at first, I tried

to make him happy.

But now it's over.

I can't anymore.

I finally understood everything the night we spent with Chloe.

You see, if he wants me there,

it's not because I'm wanted.

It's to keep his conscience clear.

Did you tell him?

I didn't have to.

My body spoke for me.

From one day to the next,

I became frigid.

Yet, it was very nice before,

you know.

Angelique!

- What happened to you?

- It's my husband.

He caught me talking to my neighbor.

Talking?

I was sitting on his lap...

- You naughty girl!

- Yes.

You're lucky. Your husband

isn't jealous.

But neither am I !

Are you coming, Angelique?

- Yes. Goodbye, Madame Emmanuelle.

- Goodbye.

To your loves, Cecile!

To love!

- What is this dance?

- It's the sega.

I was told of a dance that ends

in an orgy...

That's the moutia.

It's much more primitive. It's more

than a dance, it's a happening.

When people drink too much,

it degenerates.

But Emmanuelle could tell you

more about it than me.

- Tell me.

- No.

- Yes.

- I don't know anymore.

Once, I was in an altered state...

I was taken by two or three men.

Four.

You don't remember

if you enjoyed it?

Pardon?

The night of the moutia... you said

you were almost unconscious?

No, she meant her pleasure

lasted a long time.

I brought her back exhausted.

You can't understand.

- I'm no longer a virgin, you know?

- So much the better!

Would you like to dance?

No. Tell me more

about your parties!

Fine, then.

Oh, I'm beat!

You were superb, really!

Oh, my heart.

It's true. Can you feel that?

Okay. I'll pay and we can go.

Jean told me about you. You're

a truly free couple. It's marvelous.

I'd like so much to be like you.

Why? What would you do

with your freedom?

I'll come to your place tonight.

Smart, very smart!

Look, I find her stupid.

If you wanted her,

you could have stayed.

You know that without you,

I don't find it fun.

I don't know what's gotten

into you lately...

- Jean!

- What?

You know the girl who was

with the director?

Yes?

I fancy her.

- It might not be so easy.

- Why?

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