The Big Blue Page #14

MAMMA MOLINARI:

Americana?

JOHANA nods enthusiastically, her mouth too full to speak.

MAMMA MOLINARI:

(impressed, to Johana)

Benvenuto!

MAMMA MOLINARI has a huge grin on her face.

EXT. TAORMINA STREET - JACQUES, JOHANA - TWILIGHT

They emerge onto the street in front of the entrance of a

small rooming house.

JACQUES is carrying JOHANA'S luggage. The old pension is

covered in bright pink bougainvilliers, there is laundry

hanging on the other side of the street.

JOHANA:

Thanks for helping with the bag.

(she looks up at

the pension with

little enthusiasm)

It looks great!

JACQUES:

I thought it was a nice place.

(suddenly doubting)

Isn't it?

JOHANA:

I'm being a pain in the ass.

(looking at him)

It's beautiful here.

They look at each other. JACQUES is silent. He just stands

there, a suitcase in each hand.

JOHANA breaks the silence.

JOHANA:

You're going to be very busy these

days aren't you?

JACQUES:

I don't know... why?

JOHANA:

Just because... I would have liked

to visit the town... See the

coast... I don't know anybody...

Expect for you.

(FEELING SHE HAS GONE TOO FAR)

But you are going to be very busy.

You must have tons of things to prepare, interviews... And

a competition like this one must require a great deal of

concentration, right?

JACQUES:

(shakes his head

negatively)

Yes... Maybe... I don't know. I

don't like competitions... It ruins

the fun. Don't you think?

JOHANA:

(with a faint smile)

I guess... But you know... I'm

American and I've mostly been taught

to be competitive... There's always

pleasure of being the best?

JACQUES:

Maybe on earth there is one... but

not when you dive... You see, to

dive deep into the sea, for no

reason... just to do it. It's a

feeling... I don't know how to say

this... Voluptuous?

He looks up at her as he pronounces the last word. She

smiles at him, lovingly.

JOHANA:

(laughing)

You can put down the suitcases,

you know.

He lets go of the suitcases. Suddenly, behind them, there

is a loud screech of tires. The FIAT tears across the

street.

ENZO in his FIAT. He pokes his head out of the window.

ENZO:

C'mon, you two... Jacques, we have

to get ready for the ceremony

tonight. We have a new world

champion.

JACQUES:

I'm a little tired, I don't know

if...

ENZO:

Get in the car!

INT. ENZO'S SUITE - ENZO, JACQUES, ROBERTO - NIGHT

They're in front of a wardrobe looking JACQUES over in the

full-length mirrors. He's wearing an evening shirt and a

tuxedo of ENZO'S. The collar is too big, the sleeves

hangover his hands. He looks at himself dubiously in the

mirror.

ENZO:

Roberto! The bow-tie!

ROBERTO hands ENZO the bow-tie, he hooks it around JACQUES'

collar.

ENZO:

(taking a few steps

back)

Very good.

JACQUES looks down at his tennis shoes.

ROBERTO:

What about the shoes?

ENZO:

Very chic.

(hesitates)

Anyway, you don't have anything

else, do you?

JACQUES:

No.

ENZO:

Then, it's very chic. Avanti!

EXT. RECEPTION ON TERRACE - NIGHT

A big reception is organized on the terrace of the hotel.

The official divers and technicians are all gathered in

front of a podium. The terrace is loaded with

photographers.

ROBERTO keeps turning round and round the long buffet table.

JACQUES is alone at the bar. Incongruous detail: a whiskey

bottle on the table beside him.

JOHANA enters. She has also had a few drinks.

JOHANA:

I thought you'd be at the dinner.

JACQUES:

It's too loud for me.

He tugs at his over-sized tuxedo.

JOHANA:

You look adorable.

JACQUES:

Thank you...

JOHANA:

(smiling)

... Especially the sneakers.

JACQUES looks down at his feet, doesn't know what to make

of her comment. JOHANA sits down beside him and pours

herself a drink. They touch glasses.

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