Pauline at the Beach Page #6

No. They'd be back by now.

Let's go anyway.

We'll find out.

Do you know where he lives?

Here in Granville.

But I don't know his address.

He doesn't have mine.

There was no need.

We'd meet on the beach.

Shall we go eat?

OK.

What's on your mind?

No one tolerates

other people's choices.

You don't like Marion

with Henri.

She doesn't like Sylvain

with me.

I don't understand Henri

and the girl.

They're the only two

I do understand.

Because it suits you.

Suits me, too, but still...

When couples are well-matched,

then it's OK.

Then Sylvain and I are OK.

We're well-matched.

I've nothing special

against him...

besides what happened

yesterday.

But you can do better

than a kid like that.

Because he's young?

I wasn't like that

at his age.

What were you like?

Tender and romantic.

He's tender, too.

You both fell for the least

interesting guys around!

Not interesting to you,

but to us they are.

Yes. Sure.

How come you decide what others

are to like or dislike?

All right.

Let's say Sylvain's OK.

But not Henri!

She can't love him...

or she's insane.

Love's a form of insanity.

No, you love what's good

and what's good for you.

There's no mistaking true love,

and she did.

She says it herself.

She's done it all her life.

What infuriates me

is seeing people...

create their own misery.

If she loved

what was good for her...

I'd be the first to approve.

She always goes for what is

most remote from her.

Whereas I feel so close.

When I saw her again...

the sense of familiarity

was so strong.

I knew she was for me,

that she was part of me.

That's it. You're too close.

She knows you by heart.

You hold no mystery for her.

You're not strange.

I don't want to be.

I hate anything strange!

When I met her, she loved

a strange guy worse than Henri.

I knew it wouldn't last,

that I'd get her eventually.

Then a third guy showed up,

and he got her.

Do you know him?

Her husband?

I met him when I was little.

He's not strange.

No, he's ordinary.

She married someone ordinary

but not me.

You missed your chance.

You didn't assert yourself.

I hate asserting myself.

I want to wait till she

comes to me on her own.

So wait.

I'll wait.

For as long as it takes.

Till...she loves me.

Or if it's too long,

till I've stopped loving her.

Quite possibly

I'll stop loving her some day.

By then she may love me.

But it'll be too late.

I'll be even!

In fact, you don't love her.

You want her to love you.

If you love someone,

you want to be loved back.

Her not loving me

and loving Henri...

doesn't make me jealous.

It puts her below the level

where I can love her.

That's so pretentious!

Do you think you're

the center of the universe?

No.

But if she's attracted

to people...

who are the opposite of me...

if she's not made for me,

as I think I'm made for her...

and if the conviction my love

is based on is destroyed...

then I stop loving her.

It's that simple.

You were here?

Hadn't you left?

For where?

We thought you'd gone to Paris

with Marion.

No. Where were you?

We went to the regatta...

I think we all have

important things to say.

My place is quieter.

I have to take Pauline home.

It's early

and it's on her way.

First she'd like a few words

from you, right?

OK. Come here, Pauline.

I hope you didn't believe

that story...

about Sylvain and the girl.

Marion made it up.

He was with the girl.

Yes, I was. It's all my fault.

Kiss and make up.

How could you let him

talk you into it?

It would have made trouble.

Hasn't there been

enough trouble?

I don't matter!

You're all disgusting.

All of you!

Let's get going.

Let's drink

to our reconciliation.

Are you still mad?

Not with you.

With me?

Pour!

With you she is!

Why, I wasn't involved.

I hope she forgives you.

Cheers.

You think I'm Machiavellian.

Not at all.

I did it without thinking.

I thought you'd hide

behind the door.

But you didn't.

Sure. Now it's my fault.

I hold nothing against you.

You were free to do anything,

even tell Marion.

Me tell your chick?

I'm not like him, a rat fink!

What?

You're a rat fink,

so shut up!

Who cares about little creeps

like you?

Big a**holes

won't keep me awake nights.

So go to sleep!

That's enough.

I said we'd all make up.

It was my fault, OK?

Now let's forget

the whole thing.

Right. Let's forget it.

I'm going back to Paris

tomorrow.

I have to get to bed.

Come on, Pauline.

Henri'll take her home!

No way! I brought her.

I'll take her home.

Tell him you're staying!

Answer! You staying?

Watch it, joker!

That's enough!

Fight outside, not in my place!

You OK?

Great! She's in no shape

to go home.

We have to wait

till she calms down.

What time is it?

Weren't you due home at eleven?

Yeah. I'll get

in trouble again.

Pierre, take him home.

You do it.

He lives near you. It's easier.

I'll take Pauline home later.

I brought her.

I'll take her back.

Don't be grotesque!

Please take Sylvain home.

He'll get in trouble.

Henri'll take me home.

You mind?

Not at all.

You can spend the night here.

There's lots of room.

I'll take you both home.

Why? It's twice the distance.

An extra five miles. Coming?

I'm staying here.

What?

I'll sleep here.

Henri offered it. I accept.

Are you joking?

Not at all.

I don't want to go home.

I'd be afraid

in the house alone.

No. I have to take you back.

You don't have to do anything.

I'm responsible for you.

You're not.

I'm responsible for myself.

True, my parents did leave me

in Marion's care.

But she left me in no one's

care, not yours or Henri's.

You don't think I'll leave you

alone with him?

Pierre! What's got into you?

I'm not the big bad wolf.

I won't eat her.

Then stay.

To me, it's an unfriendly act...

that has spoiled

our whole evening.

You're the one

who's not a friend.

You never think of me.

I'm on holiday.

Just because my parents

aren't here...

doesn't mean anyone can tell me

what I can or can't do.

I do what I feel like doing.

Henri invited me. I'm staying.

Well, good night.

Coming, Sylvain?

At least give me a kiss.

I hope you're not mad.

I'm sleepy.

I'm going to bed.

Who?

I'm fine. How are you?

Where are you?

Kiperon?

What does that mean?

Quiberon! Yes, it's near here.

I'd like that a lot.

When? Tomorrow?

I'm free as a bird.

Marie's with her mother.

Why not today?

Give me an hour to get dressed

and I'll be there.

What's the boat's name?

La Revoltosa,

red and black, twin masts.

See you soon.

Did I really hurt you?

You caught me by surprise.

Sorry. I just wanted

to wake you gently.

Don't be a hypocrite!

I'm a man, you're a woman

with nice legs.

Is that more honest?

I don't understand men,

especially old ones.

They're never straightforward.

Not you or Pierre.

Sylvain is direct.

Do you love him?

He hurt me

if he'd cheated on me.

But to play your games...

He didn't.

I told you, I pushed him.

Breakfast'll be ready

in a moment.

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