The Swimming Pool

The Swimming Pool

Jean-Paul!

Scratch my back.

Oh! Noone scratches like you.

- You just stay. I go get it.

- Let it ring...

- Wait here, I'll be back.

- Yes. I'm going.

- You stay.

- You stay.

- Let me go!

- That was nasty.

- Bastard.

Why, are you expecting a call

from someone?

No.

Madame, phone call for you.

- Who is it?

- I don't know.

Well, you should have asked.

I'm coming.

Hello... Yes... Who?

No!... Is that you? Where are you?

I haven't heard of you for ages.

When?

Alone?

How long are you staying?

Come and visit us.

All right. By the road along the beach.

OK. Bye.

Who was that?

Do I ever ask you

when you talk to someone?

If you did, I'd answer.

Guess.

I don't care.

It was Harry.

- Is he around?

- Yes.

Whenever we escape somewhere,

he is the first to call...

He's with his daughter.

He's showing her the Cote d'Azur.

He has a daughter?

- Seems so.

- He never mentioned.

Neither to me.

- How old is she?

- No idea.

Harry's daughter!

That's something.

Hello, sweetie.

Give me a kiss.

- How are you? You look great.

- I feel great. You look fine, too.

People keep saying:

good old Harry never changes.

Never gets better, never gets worse.

Always the same.

Is this your latest monster?

Yes.

I drove from Paris to St. Tropez

in 7 hours the day before yesterday.

You like it?

Oh, I don't know.

Good afternoon.

She is my daughter, Penelope.

She's Marianne, I was

telling you about her.

Say hello.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Jean-Paul!

I am so happy to see you.

- You look great, too.

- You, too.

Have a look around.

I bring something to drink.

Believe it or not,

she is my daughter.

You can keep a secret.

- Hello, Penelope.

- Hello.

Come.

We were in the area.

I met Fred.

He said you were here.

I didn't know.

You were not at home.

- You were in Canada.

- True.

This is beautiful.

This is the best thing in the cottage.

Nice big pool.

You like it?

Here you are. What do you drink?

- A scotch.

- All right.

Orange juice?

I have to be in Milan on the 17th.

We travel around until then.

Pen doesn't know the area,

so I show her around.

Can I take one?

Why don't you come with us to Milan?

We like it here.

Jean-Paul has only a month

of vacation.

Poor Jean-Paul...

- So this is Marc's and Lucien's house?

- You haven't been here yet?

Where did they go this year?

India? Iran?

India.

Typical.

They offered us to use it,

so we took the opportunity.

- Not bad...

- You could stay.

- Here?

- There is plenty of room.

- What do you think?

- I don't mind staying.

No, you decide, yes or no.

- I don't mind.

- She doesn't mind.

- We take it as a yes. You stay.

- All right.

Wanna take a swim?

Good idea. I go get changed.

Go to the room on the ground floor.

It has a private entrance.

- You don't want to swim?

- No.

- And you don't drink anything?

- No, thanks. I am not thirsty.

- You live with your mother?

- Yes. In Lausanne.

Are you still in school?

- Yes. Can I have a cigarette?

- Yes.

- Thank you.

You remind me of your father.

Why?

I don't know.

Come, Penelope.

I show you around in the house.

- How old are you?

Are you having a good time?

Doesn't it look like that?

When I'm with you,

I always have a good time.

I don't want anything more.

Then why did you ask them to stay?

I thought you'd like it.

He is your friend.

Much more than mine.

But you and Harry are said to...

Who said that?

Quite a few people.

You get on my nerves.

Don't let your hair down.

Turn around.

Turn around.

I love you... I love you.

Don't talk.

What are you thinking of?

Funny, you talk so much about others,

but never about Harry.

Not a word.

Because I don't have anything to say.

Sooner or later you'll have to tell.

What?

Maybe you spread the rumor.

And nothing happened.

That's exactly how it was.

I have a pretty daughter, don't I?

Not bad.

It's strange that you have a daughter.

You became different.

Just an accident from my youth.

- Are you sorry for that?

- Not at all!

- Who's the happy mother?

- An English girl. You don't know her.

She doesn't look like you at all.

And makes you look older.

Don't exaggerate.

She looks older than she is.

- Are there many people in St. Tropez?

- I don't know, we don't go to town.

What do you do all day?

- You still love each other?

- Better than ever. Are you surprised?

No.

- Good afternoon, sir.

- I am hungry.

- Coffee is here. Still hot.

- Thank you, Emilie.

Smells good.

Authentic home made coffee.

What a pleasure.

- Did you make the jam, too?

- No, sir. No.

It's a pity.

If you run out of coffee,

there is some more in the kitchen.

Thank you.

- A charming housekeeper you have.

- Yes, indeed.

She used to be.

There is no napkin.

Are you coming, Pen?

Later.

It'll get cold.

She always pisses me off.

- You're not eating?

- I am not hungry.

Great coffee.

Is Marianne still asleep?

Probably.

Yes, she likes to get up late.

Is she still working?

Not at the moment.

She seems to have

let herself go a bit.

It would be a pity.

Aren't you holding her back?

Her latest article was great.

When she gives her best,

she can do miracles.

I love her.

I go wake her up.

May I?

Not bad. When will it be published?

Soon.

Do you like it?

Yes, I like it.

Will it be a hit?

That's why I did it.

Is it warm outside?

Hot.

What shall we do?

Whatever you want.

I'll rest tomorrow.

The rooms are so hot.

- Ah, can I try your car?

- Now?

Why not?

The bodywork was designed at Ghiana,

and it has a V8 engine.

Four wheel drive,

What does this wonder cost?

Very expensive.

- So you are doing well.

- Yes.

And you? Do you like the new job?

Yes, sort of...

What do you do exactly in

an ad agency? Selling ideas?

Theoretically yes.

- And do you have enough?

- No.

Have you given up on literature?

Yes.

This was the best you could do.

There are days when I am fed up with

everything, and would like to get out.

That's typical of you.

The referee ends the game.

People from the crowd rush in,

and the players...

Good bye. I am done.

Bye, Emilie. Thanks.

Gute nacht, Emilie.

- Good night, sir.

- Good bye, Emilie.

- Come on!

- Wait...

You lose anyway.

Do you want some, Jean-Paul?

- Just a sip.

- No.

- That's the card I was waiting for. I win.

- That's not fair.

- Who won?

- Harry.

- Are you sure?

- He got his card first.

Let the old men win.

I keep saying this.

I am in good shape, right?

Improve your arm technique.

That's your week point.

And you are gasping for breath.

That's because of smoking.

Do you have my watch?

- Yes.

- Thanks.

Wouldn't you like to go out?

Won't you come with me to St. Tropez?

He is a hermit, you know that.

You tell me!

Anyway, I go.

I have a bunch of friends there.

I go visit them.

- Are you coming with me?

- No, maybe next time.

I take one.

I am off. Bye.

- Bye.

- Bye.

If I am not here for dinner,

don't wait for me. All right.

Bye, Pen. Be good.

- Why didn't you join him?

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