Goodbye Emmanuelle Page #4

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but there's only a sink...

You don't seem happy to see us.

I don't like cops.

It was my idea, I wanted to show the coco fesses to Cecile.

Pretend I'm not here.

Gregory, are you there?

- Let's leave, okay?

- Why? It's a lovely place.

Oh, don't be silly.

And it's fun to see your husband

and friends from a little closer...

At first, Emmanuelle confused

eroticism with vice.

She wasn't totally wrong.

There's no eroticism without

the idea of sin.

Here we go again!

In India, China and Japan,

the sin of the flesh doesn't exist...

...and yet they could

give us lessons.

We are too Christian to consider

sensuality without...

...harboring the thought of doing

something bad.

Don Juan's real pleasure was

to provoke God.

Come on, Emmanuelle...

...that night when Edwin was making

love to you right in front of us...

...didn't you feel you were

committing a sin?

As I was watching them, I was moved not only by Chloe caresses...

...but by the intense pleasure

I felt the first time...

...I caught my parents making love.

How old were you?

Age is irrelevant for the bold!

That's cheap psychobabble.

Maybe, my dear Jean, but if we

looked further...

...we'd find something similar

in your need...

...to see Emmanuelle

in those positions.

What do you think of that?

I haven't received

any religious education.

She dances poorly! Show her.

I don't feel like making a

spectacle of myself.

Because of him?

It didn't bother you the other night.

I do what I want.

You do what he wants.

So what?

It saddens me to see you kowtow

in front of this righter of wrongs!

Come on, Boy Scout.

It shocks you, huh?

Leave him alone.

Are you out of your mind?

Are you crazy? Stop it!

Jean!

Are you all right?

I'm fine! I'm fine!

Emmanuelle! Emmanuelle!

Jean, don't be a fool.

What sense does it make?

Come, we'll end the night with Cecile.

Come and see.

Come and see.

How will we get back?

I'll have Gerard come to fetch us.

Philoe tells me you're looking for

a house to shoot a film?

Yes, that's right.

- Have you found one?

- Not really.

In that case, I'd be delighted

to show you mine, if you wish...

Yes, gladly.

Congratulations, Sir. Your wife

is very, very beautiful.

It's the house of a man

who lives alone.

When my wife was still alive,

it was more stylish.

It smells good... of cinnamon.

My great grandfather was already

selling spices.

He was one of the

first Englishmen here...

...at the time of your Napoleon.

If you wish to smell this.

One used to see pirate ships

pass along the islands.

The pirates would rest on the beaches

with their beautiful black slaves.

Ah! The world has changed.

Back then, women were submissive.

Now they rule.

Have you been married long?

Only two days.

Susan and l.

Look how beautiful she was.

What happened to her?

A horrible thing, Madame, fortunately

rare in this area... a shark.

Some fishermen had caught

a giant turtle...

...and they were cutting it up

in the water by the shore.

It made a big blood spill

going out to sea.

It's the blood that

attracted the shark.

I watched her being devoured

in front of me...

...and I couldn't do anything.

I thought I wouldn't be able

to survive without her, but then...

...life always takes over.

To talk to Hin, yes, that's right.

Call me here, right,

around what time?

Goodbye.

So, you met old man Snow?

He's marvelous, isn't he?

He's completely crazy.

It's understandable

after what happened!

His wife being eaten by a shark?

Did he tell you that?

It's horrible.

But Susan isn't dead.

She used to sleep with everyone...

...until she left with

a naval officer!

Snow prefers to think of her dead

than in someone else's bed.

Look! Do you remember?

The small fish market.

Pity we can't land here.

I'd have liked to see the house again.

Look, we'll come back tomorrow

by boat and spend a few days.

Where to, Sir?

- The yacht club, please.

- Why?

To pick up the car

and go back home.

No... you're coming to

the hotel with me.

After what happened,

I owe Jean an explanation.

On the pillow? As usual?

I want everything to be clear,

don't you?

It's all very clear.

Tomorrow, you and I ...

...are leaving for one week,

and it's none of his business.

No, but I never hid

anything from him.

Fine, as you wish.

I'll come to see you

at the hotel tonight.

Call first. I may be busy.

Silly!

Angelique!

Ah! How are you?

Very well. Who is he?

Come and say hello to

Madame Emmanuelle.

- Hello.

- Hello. Is he the neighbor?

No, he's my sister-in-law's brother.

- What about your husband?

- He's away fishing.

Have a nice evening then.

Yes, thank you.

Mr. Perrin, a telegram for you.

A telegram? Thank you.

Could you get me the

post office?

Yes, you can count on me.

Good evening, Sir.

- Who is it?

- Mr. Perrin.

What did he want?

He must go back to Paris tonight,

and wanted to tell Madame.

He wants her to call

when she gets in.

I'll tell her.

He told me it was very important.

Do you want a whiskey?

I'll help myself... don't bother.

You can leave... it's late.

How's your daughter?

Much better, thank you.

- Good night, Mr. Jean.

- Good night.

- Already home? Have you seen Jean?

- Not yet.

I wanted to hear the news.

You're playing a strange

game with him.

I'm not playing... I do as I please,

as usual.

Won't you spoil everything?

I'm a little tired of this life.

It's normal.

People get tired of everything.

I went through that, too.

I almost left Michel once.

Why didn't you?

Because...

...this type of love doesn't last.

You'll become older, less pretty.

Someday, you won't be desirable.

I think of it all the time.

I know I'll always be able to

hang on to Michel.

He'll probably die while making love,

and certainly not in my arms.

But at least I will have been his only

true accomplice against death.

That's what matters...

don't you think?

Yes.

- There's no reply.

- That's impossible... try again.

I'll call you back.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

- Are you going out?

- Yes, with you.

I reserved a table at the Sirene.

That's good. I wanted to

talk to you privately.

- Can you get dressed?

- Yes, I'll be a minute.

I acted like a fool last night.

It's true that you weren't yourself.

No, I wasn't.

- Yes.

- It's still busy, Sir.

- Fine, forget it.

- I'm still trying.

No, forget it.

- Chloe.

- Hello.

Do you know where

Emmanuelle lives?

Yes... in Anse Royale. Why?

- I must talk to her right away.

- What's going on?

Nothing, come.

Hello, Mr. Jean.

Your table is ready.

I want to take her to Paris with me.

Is that so?

She won't spend her whole life

with this bunch of zombies.

Do you have something better

to offer her?

At least, not this comedy.

I find them grotesque with their

ramblings about eroticism.

Their so-called complicity

as a free couple.

To each his own, you know.

There's no one.

What do you mean?

Where are they?

How should I know?

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