Under the Sand Page #2

it is necessary to wait 10 years

before a will can be...

Don't worry about it.

I'll speak to him.

Speak to who?

To Jean.

Who else?

Just because he travels

and works a lot...

Marie, be reasonable.

I'm only asking you to be careful,

don't spend too much.

Try to live on less as long

as things...

I appreciate your concern,

but don't worry.

I will handle everything.

What are you doing here?

Waiting for you.

I wanted to see you.

Are you free?

Well, yes.

I just finished a class.

May I take you out?

- Where?

- Wherever you like.

Your place?

Really?

You don't want to have lunch?

No, I'm not hungry.

Thanks.

- What is it?

- I'm sorry.

You must know why you're laughing?

I don't know.

It's weird...

What's weird?

I'm sorry,

it's just... you're so light.

Light?

That's a new one.

It's not a bad thing.

I'm just not used to it.

Can we close the curtains?

Close your eyes.

Caress my hips...

My breasts.

Are you with anyone?

Not really.

Meaning?

I see a woman from time to time.

But we're not together.

Are you afraid of commitment?

No.

I'm just not in love with her.

And you?

What about me?

Have you had other lovers?

No.

I've never cheated on Jean.

This is the first time.

Why now?

I don't know.

You don't make love anymore?

We do.

Can I ask you a question?

Go ahead.

If we were married,

would you cheat on me?

No, certainly not.

I've got to go.

Already?

Yes, I'm in a hurry.

Just pull the door closed

when you leave.

Hurry, you're already late.

I'm glad you came over.

Never has a summer's end

seemed so magnificent

This season's vines will make

only the finest grapes

In the trees we can see

swallows are gathering

But we must leave each other

even though we loved each other

What a lovely time

for saying goodbye

What a lovely night

It feels like we're twenty again

Rising with the smoke

of a cigarette

Love trails away

My heart stops

This is a message for Mrs. Drillon,

from police headquarters

in Lit et Mix.

We found a body in the sea

that fits the description

of your husband's.

Please call us back urgently

at 0540342115.

Thank you.

Jean?

Are you home?

Are you home?

Hello?

I was asleep.

Listen, I don't know.

I need to think.

I'll call you back,

Vincent. Goodbye.

Please come in.

This way.

Let me show you the main rooms.

This is a living and dining room.

It's spacious and has lots of light.

It needs paint, but the walls

are in excellent condition.

The floors are perfect, too.

They have a mosaic motif.

Excuse me, I'll be right with you.

Don't you feel well?

I'm alright.

Just a bit tired.

You should see a doctor.

I know.

Do you like the apartment?

Yes, it's lovely.

Just what I'm looking for.

Pretty good, for a first visit!

It's perfect.

When can I sign?

Soon, but don't you want

your husband to see it?

It's not necessary.

He'll like it.

What's the matter?

I'm sorry...

I don't think it's going to work.

Really? Why not?

Can't you see?

Very good.

Are you under stress these days?

No, I'm alright.

Sometimes I think I hear noises

when there aren't any.

- What kind of noises?

- I don't know...

Everyday sounds,

kind of a humming or buzzing.

- Are your eardrums sensitive?

- Not particularly.

Let's have a look.

- Goodbye, Mrs. Drillon.

- Thank you.

That'll be 180 francs.

Maybe you could also

settle your husband's bill?

What bill?

He didn't have any money

on him last time.

It's been a long time

since we've seen him.

Can you tell me when he came last?

Yes, of course.

Mr. Drillon was last here on...

Here it is. June 26.

Just before our vacation.

- How much do I owe you?

- Two visits makes 360 francs.

Excuse me, Madame?

Hello, Madame.

My husband is away on business and

asked me to fill his prescription.

This prescription has expired.

I know, but he's in Africa...

And as these are hard to find there,

he asked me...

I can't do it

without a proper prescription.

Please, this is an exceptional case.

I'm sorry.

You should get a new prescription

from his doctor.

- Can I just ask you one thing?

- Yes?

Do you have a pharmaceuticals list?

Do you think Jean

is unhappy with me?

Marie, stop.

You've done nothing wrong.

Do you hear me?

Yes.

Let's order some wine.

The wine list, please.

Hello?

Yes, it's Marie.

Am I disturbing you?

Sorry about last time.

Yes, I'm fine.

There we are. Are you hungry?

A little, yes.

I didn't have time for lunch.

Tell me, where is your accent from?

A village in the Southwest.

Do you know the Landes?

A little.

Jean has a family house there.

Where, exactly?

Near Lit et Mix.

Don't know it.

What are you reading?

Just a book I found by the bed.

Good night.

Good night.

Did you set the alarm?

What alarm?

It's just me. Everything's fine.

- Why are you looking at me like that?

- I don't know.

I wake up alone and then find

you here. I'm worried.

Was I snoring?

No.

I just felt like sleeping here.

Was this your husband's office?

It is my husband's office.

What are you going

to do with it now?

Why "now"? I don't understand.

I've known about your husband

for a while.

I was waiting for you to tell me.

I know it's hard.

You don't know anything.

- I can help you, Marie.

- Help me?

Who the hell are you, to me?

Nobody!

So please, mind your own business.

- More coffee?

- No, thanks.

I thought...

you'd want to talk.

Really?

No.

I don't talk much in the morning.

I'm not a morning person.

Strange that you saw me that way.

I'm going to shower and get dressed.

Close the door when you leave.

- Look, that's enough.

- Let me go!

Tell me what you want,

what I mean to you.

You'll have to get over

him sometime.

You want the truth?

You don't measure up.

How are you doing?

Not too bad.

You haven't come for a while.

True.

Yes, I know.

I need to talk to you.

- About what?

- About Jean.

Good news?

Just the opposite.

What is it now?

I think Jean may have

killed himself.

My son, suicide?

There are no suicides

in the Drillon family.

I just wanted to tell you

Jean was depressed.

- He was taking medication...

- I knew that.

How did you know?

I'm his mother.

And I'm his wife.

But you didn't realize

he was suffering.

It's hard for me to believe

that Jean confided in you.

Well, you're wrong.

You underestimate our relationship.

Give me a break!

If you know something, tell me.

I can't stand it anymore.

I don't think for one second

that Jean killed himself.

Or even drowned.

The truth is more cruel.

He disappeared, quite simply

because he was bored.

Or more accurately, bored with you.

He wanted a new life.

To start over.

That's understandable, isn't it?

Many men dream of doing it.

Anyway, you weren't able

to give him a family.

I got a call from the morgue.

They found a body

in a fisherman's net.

It seems it might be Jean.

Jean always loved fishing.

You belong in an insane asylum,

not a rest home.

You'll be in one before I am.

Fine... Alright.

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