Don't be afraid. I'm here. There's nothing to worry about.
Girls, 1, 2, 3...
Give it back! - You don't know how!
Neither do you! - You have to wait!
Hurry up! It's not so heavy!
Move it.
Lisette!
Lisette! Come, Lisette.
Where are they? - I don't know.
Phil and Vinca!
They'll manage! - I called them!
Come on, let's go.
Come on!
Here she comes!
Vinca, where's Phil?
I don't know.
The sea's getting rough.
We are sheltered here. We'll use the rope.
Vinca!
Careful, Simone. Don't move so much!
You'll become untied! You hear me?
Vinca!
Oh! Look there!
Vinca!
He's drowning or he's crazy.
I'm telling you, soon they'll bathe naked!
Don't exaggerate!
What did I tell you!
Girls, it's over! Your bathing has finished!
Bathing is finished!
Don't look! You hear me?
Marguerite, I told you no looking!
Marguerite, I have forbidden you from turning around!
Come on, come on.
Marguerite, you are forbidden to look back!
Margot!
If you could have seen him...
He was pitiable! - Stop it! Don't make such a fuss!
You shouldn't have looked at him. He's so skinny!
Not so much. - How do you know? Ah, yes!
How was he?
Totally naked, with a little hat!
Some pants, a belt.
He was cold? - I didn't think to ask!
What were you thinking of?
He had no shoes as well? - I told you he was totally naked!
Oh, you idiot!
He might have drowned!
He was lucky he met me. - Why?
Everybody knew that storm was coming!
He's not afraid. - Him? No one's a bigger coward.
He just likes the attention. Where is he?
He asked me! - I'd like to have seen that!
How did it happen? - It was caused by the storm!
Hold that. The storm?
The storm! Yes!
It's easy to blame the wind today!
What's happening here?
Don't spread it around. He was walking around naked.
On the beach? - By the road.
Too late, Margot. I have been mobilised...
and into the gendarmerie. - I wouldn't want to be in your place!
Why? - You'd have a criminal record.
Do you know what that means, miss? - Why are they going to condemn him?
I hope so!
There are other ways to get distracted on the beach than strolling about naked!
Comets, for example!
He was behind a tree. The crime is blatant!
It is an offence against modesty!
Nobody saw him! - I came ashore next to the Sacred Heart.
He was totally naked
in front of the girls of Sacred Heart.
They go bathing once a year. What were the odds on that, eh?
Come here.
What is your name? - Philippe Audebert.
Age? - 17.
He's only 16 and a half. - So he's a minor!
Are you the father? - No.
Where is he? - Dead in the war.
Aren't you going to let it go?
Talk to him later. Can't you see he's shivering?
Miss, nobody was asking you! - Of course!
If you were drowning, what would you save first? Your neck or the pants?
You are disgusting!
Do not complicate it!
I'm not complicating anything. I want him to warm up.
Neither has anyone thought to prepare him a hot toddy!
Yes, we have thought about that.
Thank you, mother.
Drink. Drink it down in one go to get warm.
We've come here for 15 years, every summer...
you know us well. - Yes! Since Vinca was born!
Now he's coming with me.
Turn around.
Everyone's already seen you with a cap covering your groin.
What should I have done? - Called me!
I did.
No. You called Margot.
She was the one who passed by. - Bad liar!
I told her to look for you! - Bad liar!
I don't know what Margot has done to you!
If you have something against her, tell me!
I have nothing against her.
Well then? - Only against you.
Because you went out to sea without warning me! - I did good! You'd have been afraid.
I'm sorry.
Girls are complicated. - And Margot isn't?
Ah, Margot! I only mean you, if that makes you feel better.
Tell me, Phil, is it true that you nearly died?
More than nearly.
What were you thinking?
I wasn't thinking anything. Only about swimming.
Who did you think of, close to death?
Myself!
It doesn't prove anything, you're alive. - It's a shame, huh?
Don't joke. - At last, a kind word!
Don't sneeze...
I can die, but I must not catch cold. Such are the gendarmes...
and life is full of gendarmes! - I am not one of them.
We'll see.
In spite of everything, I am happy!
Vinca?
Yes?
Ready?
You're going like that? - You don't like it?
Not at all.
I look less like a little girl.
Yes, but more like grandma. Let's get going!
Where are you going? - To the cinema. It's Sunday.
Don't be late back.
The key will be in the geranium pot.
I'll never have a good hairstyle, with the short hair!
It won't be forever. - You're okay with this ugliness?
Oh no, Phil.
I just want to be pretty. - It may happen someday.
If I revolt you, go and find a girl you prefer.
So that's it? - What?
Don't be so stupid. Come on. - No.
Very well. But you'll regret it.
We did not bring them up to be like that!
You never went out alone at night, not even with your cousin!
Say what you like!
I don't like going out at night.
You always exaggerate.
There's no reason why they should always do everything together.
The cinema is okay, but those bike rides...
What's the problem with the bicycles?
Well, you'll have a marriage of bicycles.
Phil and Vinca?
Absurd! It would be like brother and sister marrying!
Sir, it's taken! - Excuse me, miss.
Phil, here!
You! I thought you'd drowned!
I knew she would not come. - Why?
Because of me. - Look how silly you are!
Why? Because I want to kiss you?
Kiss me?
Keep your voice down.
Are you so surprised? - Well... I hadn't thought of it.
Me neither... until yesterday.
That's understandable!
And you? You didn't feel anything when you saw me?
I had other things on my mind. For a start, I was freezing.
You haven't warmed up enough since then?
Sit down!...
Look, it's Vinca. - Of course, she follows you everywhere.
You've kissed Vinca?
Obviously. - Well, you're lying...
if you had kissed her, you'd kiss others as well.
Phil!
Sit down! Sit down!
How stupid these people are!
Come on, Phil.
No, listen. Stay. - No, let's go.
I want my money back.
Shut up! Parisians, you can shut up!
Let's go back.
Are you crazy? It's not even 10pm, and it's Sunday.
Why do people always laugh when they kiss?
It's funny.
Why's it funny? - Because they aren't thinking.
No, it's because they're ugly. And are jealous.
Wow! - I swear.
I may be ugly, but I'm not jealous.
What if I kissed someone? - No. Because it would be me.
Careful, young lovers, the tide's coming in.
Idiot! We are brother and sister!
What did you say?
You see, Phil, if you had met me at the beach
you could have fallen in love with me.
You're silly, Vinca.
Are you absolutely sure that you are not my brother?
And now, Vinca?
So there we are.
It had to happen.
It happened.
That's what I'm saying. We kissed.
Ow, brute! - Brute yourself!
Have I hurt you? - Hurt?
You think!
Watch out...
the sea.
Phil, wait for me.
Lisette!
What? - Remember what I said?
We don't leave the table before the parents.
Your sister is badly brought up. - Obviously. She won't listen to anyone!
Wait for me to leave! You're playing in the sea because you left the table!
It's not a table.
Phil...
Say, Vinca...
I've been thinking.
It wasn't right what we did.
Not right? - Listen...
of course I liked kissing you.
It's true that something has changed. - It's changed a lot, Phil.
I mean, it's necessary to change the life we ​​lead,
all that we do.
Otherwise, it's not worth the pain.
This simply proves that you haven't changed.
Well, there's nothing to be done.
What would really have changed things,
is that I kissed you, and, suddenly, I was 20 or 25 years old.
Always going on about age!
Yes, Vinca! What do you want me to say?
I'm 16. It prevents everything!
I'm 15, and I'm not complaining.
15 years old is enough for a girl.
If you want, you can get married tomorrow. - Get married?
You know I'd wait for you. - Give me that.
You're the one who won't wait for me. - Oh, I'll wait for you.
I have to.
What else can I do?
Wait for you...
or someone else...
or whatever.
Being young is beautiful.
365 multiplied by 5 is 1825.
What's that?
It's youth.
1825 days to wait until I'm 21.
All that time to be more or less a man in love.
Only "more or less"?
Yes, "only".
What if I'm satisfied with that?
I don't want this.
You're always thinking about what you don't have.
It's not so bad for us two.
Our parents don't bother us too much. We are free and we love each other.
Enjoy what you have.
I don't have the right.
So, if you want, Phil, let's return to like we were before.
It's too late.
Phil, you do understand something has changed!
You do not understand anything! Wait for me!
So, move it!
Lisette, we're going!
No! I've caught a crab!
Oh, you'll pay for this!
At least get a move on!
Eh! Lad!
Tell me, lad...
I got it wrong, didn't I?
Excuse me, sir.
I can go no further here?
Into the sea, madame.
That's to say... - It's a road to nowhere?
No. It's the road to wrack. - And is it far, this wrack?
It's funny?
Wrack is not a place. It's wrack.
Is this where shrimp are caught?
By the bucketful.
The bucketful! And are they good?
Very much. Vinca has loads.
She's your sister? - No. She's my friend.
Is she the same age? - No, not at all.
She is 15. I'm 16.
You have some sand. There, on your cheek.
Oh, pardon. - It looked like you had a beard.
I have. But it's not visible yet.
Phil, wait for us!
I could take you back. I'm at Ker-Anna.
Thank you. No need to trouble yourself. We'll walk back.
Well, goodbye, sir.
Goodbye, Vinca.
A nice lady who was lost.
How did she know my name? - It's not a secret!
She called you "sir" and me, Vinca.
What's wrong with that? - Nothing bad, Phil.
It's that you're a man and I'm a girl.
Do you always have to think about...? - Us, Phil.
Yes, you said it. Come on, family. Follow the man.
Since you are a man, carry the basket.
Well!
Anyone here?
Telegram!
What are you doing here?
The old woman at the telegram office has given me one for you.
See, I put it here.
She doesn't have the right.
It was me who proposed it. She was feeling the heat.
Very kind of you.
The poor old lady! And it's almost on my way.
"Almost", I should hope so!
You know, by bicycle...
I always offer a glass of wine to the postman. Do you want some Port?
No, no, thank you. I promise you.
There was no need to have come, sir!
Anyway, I feel like it.
Allow me?
But what are you doing?
Excuse me, I tripped.
Don't drink it so quickly. You're all sweaty.
I'm used to it.
My name is Mme Dalleray.
Excuse me. Philippe Audebert.
Some bad news?
It's not news.
It's from someone who does not know how to write
and who, moreover, has nothing to say.
A little port? - No, thanks, really.
Are you in such a hurry? - Well, to say...
yes, a little.
Vinca is waiting? - Why Vinca?
Pretty animal.
And much prettier when he is silent. Her, too.
I like parrots to shut up, but I don't dislike men speaking.
What were we talking about?
Well then, what shall we talk about?
Your studies?
Ah no?
You had difficulties with your exams?
Not at all. I passed.
There you are then! You could have at least told me that!
And what do you want to do next?
I don't know.
Good.
Let's try another topic.
Do your parents come every year to this coast?
Yes.
You like it?
What?
This coast! What did you think I meant?
I like this coast a lot.
Excuse me, ma'am. I assure you, I have to go.
I wouldn't dare detain you.
Good bye, Mr Philippe.
Goodbye, madame.
And thank you for the telegram. - It was nothing.
Wasn't it?
I didn't know you knew her.
Who? - The Madame of Ker-Anna.
It happened by chance... - Yes, yes...
Keep practicing. You'll need to be more convincing when you tell Vinca.
Why Vinca? - Because she'll want to know where you were.
Do you want her to make something of it? - Ah... Good.
Margot! Wait.
Listen to me, if you ever say a word...
I will not tell her anything, but on one condition...
No conditions.
Ah...
What?
Good.
You smell of alcohol!
Is that all you've got to say? - You kiss badly!
Your nice lady was happy with that?
That's better. You're learning!
And now, just to please me.
It's done!
You know it's not you who I want to kiss!
It's not Vinca either!
Those radishes are as disheveled as you!
Ah, here you are! Do you know what time it is?
The bread hadn't been baked. I had to wait.
You smell of alcohol... - Obviously...
Why "obviously"? - I smell of alcohol?
Yes, strongly.
Where were you drinking? - In a speakeasy.
Seriously.
What have you been doing all this time?
I have been in the woods, captured, dosed with narcotics,
tied to a post,
whipped till I bled and subjected to torture. There.
Clean your cheek, Phil. You have some rouge there.
No, the other one.
I don't have the right to kiss Philippe?
Good. I'm not saying anything. - Oh no?
Since this morning, you've had time to wash.
You're wrong. - What do you mean?
You don't understand anything.
Even if I have kissed another girl,
you would not have the right to say that I do not love you
That's how it is.
Yes, that's possible,
because when you kiss me, it doesn't mean that you love me.
Obviously,
the children aren't going fishing.
Pass the butter, grandmother.
Thank you.
Aren't you in bed yet? - No. We're on duty tonight.
We're closing everything.
Say, grandmother...
when you want a little helping hand,
...wait until the patrol has passed. - And you, don't be so rude.
I ate too much at dinner and I cannot sleep.
Good night.
Good night. Let me.
What is that? - Travel money.
Yes, I know. Do you want us to go?
No. Just you.
You've thought this, all of a sudden?
Yes, Phil.
Go away. I don't want to see you again.
We were going to make the trip together!
You'll tell me about it.
You see, Phil, I don't feel like I want to be alone with you.
It's too dangerous.
You're afraid of me?
Very much.
Phil,
I ask you as a favour: go away.
Is that what you want?
What will you tell them?
Tomorrow, I'll say...
I'll think of something. - Tomorrow?
But I don't want to!
Me neither, Phil.
But if you stay here, you are only going to hurt me more.
If you truly love me...
...accept that it hurts you. - Yes, Phil, you'll teach me to love.
I assure you, I don't need lessons.
Do you see me alone on the roads?
Firstly, how much is there?
10, 20, 30, 50,
75, 100.
And 32.
We couldn't have gone far on that. - Alone, you'll go further.
It's also your money. - I'm giving it to you.
You could say thank you!
Basically, that you accept leaving reassures me enough.
Why?
It proves that nothing holds you here...
nor anybody.
You spoil everything!
You're going to withdraw that or I'll stay!
I've said nothing, Phil.
I don't want to ruin your fun.
Don't talk as if I've been having fun!
Have you seen my jersey?
It isn't cold this evening.
Come,
I'll help pack your suitcase.
Quietly...
Idiot.
Phil!
Phil...
Sir!
Are you going by the village? - Indeed.
Would you be so kind? I have to stop someone!
They are on foot? - No, on bicycle!
I can't be having this!
They left a long time ago? - No. He only just left.
Oh, I'll take you.
Come on, budge up in there.
Thank you for doing me this favour!
For a pretty smile, of course!
Oh! Who's the idiot...?
Ah, it's you?
Yes, I'm the idiot.
Who taught you to offer flowers in this way?
No one. I made it up.
Oh, it's kind.
You must be well brought up since you give flowers.
Oh...
Only to have the best upbringing,
you have to make it known when and why the flowers were sent.
By the way, the right word is: "sent".
Why the flowers?
I don't knoew. They're a memento.
I hope so.
But tell me,
if I had not been here to receive them full in the face
I wouldn't have known this bouquet was yours.
No?
It would all be the same to me.
So, it was a memento for you? - No, that would make me happy.
Did you do this for you or for me?
I thought you'd like them as well. - As well?
Then, you've been so nice to me...
Have I been "so nice"?
Offering me the port.
Well, Mr Philippe, port, scratches...
I think that we're even.
Dear, you must go
and not come back here.
I won't be back, madame!
Unless...
No. Goodbye.
"Unless"...
Unless what?
I like to give gifts more than to receive them.
If you return, we will see if it's because he wants to.
I like beggars and the famished.
So, come back with your hands outstretched.
Go... go.
I understand.
You didn't say that you were leaving.
I gave you the flowers.
We're carrying too much weight! - It's this slope!
The road goes up, but the truck doesn't.
What's up with you?
I bet someone's hooked up.
Hey, you! Give him a mouthful!
Please let go!
It's Phil! Stop! - In the middle of the slope? Thanks!
Phil! Phil!
What are you doing there?
I was after you, but it was I who was ahead!
And you?
I do not know what is happening to me, I do not answer for my legs!
So I see!
Watch out!
What are you doing?
I want you to stay. - Forget that.
You were right. It's better I go.
I was not right, I'd rather we're together, even unhappily!
Okay, I'll carry you.
What about this?
What made you change your mind?
Perhaps it was the flowers.
Why are you laughing?
This is the first time you've given me flowers.
But what are you doing here? - You see: I was waiting.
You said to come as a beggar, with hands outstretched. And here I am.
You aren't going to send me away?
I was wrong, Philippe.
You must go.
You said beggar, famished.
Choose, I'm both.
In any case, you told me to come back.
Beggars wait at the gates.
It is you who could give me something.
I don't want that.
Give you what? I have nothing.
Nothing?
Nobody? - Nothing.
Go, they're waiting for you.
No, nothing... and nobody.
A true beggar.
Perhaps, Philippe.
However, be careful.
What I can give you,
it is not so much.
Anyone could give the same. - Don't underestimate yourself.
You're cold?
I don't think so.
You're trembling.
It's you.
Yes, I'm a little cold.
Little beggar,
you do not know what you can give me.
Philippe...
Philippe, it's 2am.
You must go, Philippe.
No. Why?
I'm happy here. - No, darling.
You must go. You have to go back.
When? - Tomorrow if you want.
Tomorrow is today. - Oh no. Come on...
You're worse than the parents!
How are you going to get home? I bet they lock it at night.
I'm used to it.
I left a window open. - And if they realize that you're gone?
I locked my room.
Heck! Where did I leave it??
Oh, good grief!
Maybe it's on your doorstep.
Ah, here it is! Got it!
You're so sure that you need it?
You don't?
Me?
Not at all.
Are you starting to regret it?
Not yet, sir.
You're all tousled!
Who's to blame for that?
Your hairbrush is a good one.
But... your mirror...
What is it?
I don't recognise myself.
Of course, Philippe.
I've changed?
You are 16 years and one night.
Phil!
Come on, get up there!
Phil, what are you doing?
Philippe...
It's 10am.
You have to get up.
It is the time, Philippe.
What time?
Ah, what an idiot! What have I done?
Well, what have you done? - Ah, yes.
Last night I was hit. It's just a bruise.
Phil!
I advise you not to go bathing with that.
Why?
Of course I'm going bathing!
Well, are you coming?
You groundhog! - Don't shout like that!
Go on without me!
Are you ill?
Yes, I'm ill!
Why are you looking at me like that? - I'm not looking at you sternly.
Don't look at me. I want to get dressed.
A very good idea.
I really am not well.
You just slept badly, that's all.
It looks like you're being punished!
If I'm not here,
you only have to open this.
I was just about to.
Sit. The cigarettes are here.
If you get bored, there are books.
Hold on. Make yourself nice while waiting.
Can I try this on? - It's for you.
You like it? - Less than what's inside.
You're very presumptuous, Philippe.
I mean, when it's you...
who is inside.
I adore you.
I will also teach you how to make compliments.
On second thoughts, no. It's not worth it.
Did they suspect anything at your house last night?
I think my mother... - Yes?
What did she say? - Oh, I couldn't tell you.
In fact, she was perfect.
Your mother is young?
No, she's... Yes, she's young.
And Vinca? - Vinca? She's 15.
I mean... Have you seen her again?
I see her all the time.
And her?
Has she said anything? - No.
I do not want to talk about sad things.
Why?
She is sad?
No. It's me.
Why, Philippe?
Or by whom??
You know...
it's a pity I didn't meet you earlier.
It's too late?
I mean earlier in the holidays.
Yes.
It's a pity.
Yes.
Because they are going to end now.
We are going back to París. - Ah, no!
Don't think about it now.
Maybe it's better like this, for you.
Why, Philippe?
That it all finishes quickly...
and we return to Paris.
Will you be sad to leave me? - And you?
Me?
Of course.
Yes.
Plus, deep down... Yes, I will be sad
But I'm not going to feel unhappy. - How?
Because in Paris, you will manage to come up with something.
You mean I will invite you from time to time to come to my house?
Like here. - Yes.
Thursdays. - When we can!
Because Sundays are reserved for the family.
From here and there, you'll give me some of your time.
From what you have left over.
Why are you angry? You know I'm not free!
I am not getting angry. Although I might have done.
It's me that doesn't understand.
You can understand how a woman - I do not mean me -
would feel hurt if you talked to her like that?
Do you realize what you're asking?
A little once in a while...
is that all you expect?
Only that?
"Only that"
How can you talk in such a way?
I know, Philippe.
Yes, it's a lot, but...
You love me?
Why do you ask me that?
I was playing, Philippe.
I did not ask for anything.
It would be cheating for me to ask for something,
since I like beggars.
You are a selfish little boy, Mr Philippe Audebert.
But I don't know what you want me to say!
I should tell you: "Go back to her".
And yet...
I forbid you.
Vinca has nothing to do with it.
You come here to take what you don't dare ask her.
Oh, no. I swear!
That you love me? Of course, Philippe.
When you come here, it's as if you leave all that at the door...
to pick it up again when you leave.
You say that to hurt yourself.
No. Not at all, Philippe.
I think it's for your sake...
for you... and for her.
You will understand later.
Perhaps after a long time...
or perhaps very soon.
And furthermore, after all, what do I care?
Are you coming? - Huh?
Are you coming? - Yes.
Well, children, aren't you going out this evening?
You should take advantage of the last few days.
No. Phil is too tired. - Why did you have to say that?
This morning, you couldn't stand up. You fainted.
But I've been over that for ages.
Are you coming for a ride? - No.
I'm the one who's tired.
What are you waiting for? You're old enough to go out alone.
It wouldn't be the first time.
If you won't come, I'm not going.
Oh yes, Phil, you'll go out.
You know better than me, eh?
I'd like to know what's stopping you from leaving?
Me.
Good night everyone.
What happen? Have you fought?
No. I don't know.
Happy sort!
You can carry on waiting.
That was some glass.
Oh! Philippe! - Yes!
You heard that? - What?
Nothing. Go to sleep.
What was it, Vinca?
Nothing.
What is it? - I have found the key to the mystery.
What do you mean? - Well, the key to the mystery!
Grandma cheats!
Oh, Vinca!
I was going to win. - Come on.
Sometimes sad, sometimes cheerful. She's in love.
Are you sure, grandma?
What a memory!
Who's there?
It's me.
I see, Philippe.
But I was not expecting you.
I hope you don't mind?
No, of course.
In spite of everything, you are still welcome.
Did you pass by here? - No, I came here.
Don't be angry, Philippe.
But tonight you cannot stay.
No, then...
if you knew...
Steady on! Steady on...
No, Philippe. Tonight I'm going out.
With who? - Hold on!
That's nobody's business. - Yes! It's mine! Where are you going?
Philippe!
Philippe, go quietly.
Why?
You don't love me?
It is a question never to be asked, Philippe.
It may be my fault.
I should have explained to you better.
It's necessary to be serious.
What's between you and me, it is not called "love".
Don't say that! - You know very well!
It doesn't cause you any more pain than me.
You will simply have learned one very true and useful thing:
that women, at least, some women...
...have caprices.
You're lying! It's not that!
Oh yes, Philippe.
And a caprice, it should not be too much...
I do not want to hurt you.
But in the end, it should not...
...be much of a burden.
Last night, this afternoon, this evening...
for a boy who is not free...
After all, maybe I am not free either.
I admit that you may imagine a great pain
for two or three days.
I would be glad of that.
That's all.
Farewell, little caprice.
And if it makes you happy,
you will be my holiday memory.
A summer love, huh?
That's how it is.
Try also to hate me.
It's very good.
Enough playing, Philippe.
You're back early tonight!
Why aren't you asleep?
That's my affair!
What are you doing here?
I'm going back to mine.
I've lost my key.
Climb up the wall, alley cat!
You saw me? - You've made quite a mess.
This isn't the time to tell me about unpleasant things.
She's already told you something, down there?
Yes, if that gives you pleasure. Yes, she's told me!
Have you come to tell me?
I've said nothing.
Don't say any more!
You take me for an idiot? - Don't start yelling!
He's afraid of the parents!
If they saw us on the same bed, they would think we are tired!
Vinca!
Yes.
I might as well joke... At the point where we are...
What do you mean by that? - I mean after what you've done to me!
Vinca...
Talk, if you like... - We're forced to, now.
I don't know what you know exactly,
but I must say...
Tell me how it happened! Tell me what she's called!
You told her about me? - Yes, of course.
It is only right!
That's too much. You are hurting me.
I'm hurting you?
Shut up! I'll kill you! I hurt you?
You who have deceived me, dirty liar,
with a woman I don't even know who she is!
You should grimace with shame, grimace at what you've said!
But you have no shame, no common sense, no pity!
I've hurt you, eh? - A lot.
But I will not hit you.
Pity. It would have been the first time.
Naturally! You'll hit someone else before me! I am not the first in anything!
You're talking nonsense!
Listen to me, Vinca...
What have you done to me?
Wild. - More than you know.
So? Are you going to go back to her? - Moron!
Introducing her to your mother? - Idiot!
And what are you going to do? Kill yourself, perhaps?
Kill myself? Kill myself? Over an adventure of sir?
An adventure? All the boys my age...
At least, Philippe...
you give explanations, you have them ready, but it's your fault!
Do you see? I'm talking to you calmly...
It's me you should have asked.
Asked what?
You know what you're saying? - I know as much as any woman.
You know nothing. - Who is to blame?
Shut up!
I want to know.
Really?
You kissed me.
It's not the first time.
Yes.
What are you looking for?
My key.
I threw it down here so I wouldn't go.
A nice gesture...
but you went anyway.
Wait.
Here's your key.
Thanks.
Where was it?
Well hidden.
Don't be so trusting, Phil. I saw, last night.
On another occasion, I would lock you up myself.
That might not be so bad.
Why are you waiting to go back?
I don't know.
I'm not sleepy.
I know what you mean.
Poor Phil.
Or poor Vinca.
Poor Phil, obviously.
As far as I'm concerned, nothing has happened.
Be careful where you walk.
You're not cold?
I'm suffocating.
It's full of geraniums.
Can't you see?
And on your side, the shovel.
Enter.
I want you to.
Don't walk on the lettuce.
You bore me with your lettuce!
You're crazy!
Housewife!
Where are we going?
I don't know.
It's late.
What are you eating? - Nothing.
A small pear.
Not good enough to give to you.
Vinca darling, don't go too far.
You called me "darling"? - Of course, darling.
There's nothing "of course" about it.
Oh, Phil...
I would like this night never to end.
Staying close to you...
Let's not go back, Phil.
Let me be a little happy like this.
Later, we'll see...
but right now, I am totally sure of you.
You're right.
Above all, never let me go.
You see?
I have not been bad, I have not cried,
I'm not mad.
Or only a little.
"Only a little"?
You cannot hold a little against me?
No.
So, kiss me right now.
I'm begging you... I'm begging you.
Are you hurt?
It's soft, this blissful straw.
You slept? - Like a log. And you?
I didn't close an eye.
No? Why?
I was hoping you would call me.
Well, you might have waited!
I went to sleep right away. Like never before.
Yes.
I listened through the wall.
Was I snoring?
No. I was afraid you would be crying.
Why? - I don't know.
Would you have liked it if I was? - No. But I was afraid.
Well, calm down. You can kiss me.
Do I smell good? - Yes darling.
I'm hungry!
Wait.
Be careful! - Yes, I recognise it.
Two monkeys grooming.
Let's go?
Well, Vinca...
it's about time!
I'm sorry, Mom. I woke up late. I'm here. Forgive me everyone.
Thank you, mama.
Not hungry? - Yes. Thank you.
Look at him. The more he sleeps, the more he is sleepy.
Been having nightmares?
No.
I had a strange dream.
I can't tell you. I'll tell you, Phil.
Tell us now!
Shush!
Well, I don't know...
Lisette, pinch him. He is still asleep.
Pinch him, I said.
That's enough.
That's your fault too.
Lisette, give me a slap and we're quits.
A real one? - Yes.
You little cow!
At least you could help a bit.
You know what he wanted? - The kid? No. Why?
He brought you a message. - What is it? Tell me
On behalf of that lady.
Then, don't tell me.
Certain?
Certain.
Would you grant me a wish?
Yes.
Anything I want?
Yes.
Will you come to the market with me?
The market? Now? Is that all that you could think of?
We have to eat today.
7,50 francs.
And if I take a small plaice?
7,50 francs!
Hurry up, come on.
The plaice is for your mother. She likes them.
I hate it. Not your mother, I adore her.
7 francs and that's it. - No, not at all!
7,50 francs, miss. - Very well, I'll go elsewhere.
You're terrible. - Why are you looking at me like that?
If you don't know why...
What do you reproach me for?
You don't love me.
Good.
You must realise that I understand nothing.
Even after what happened?
To look at you, it would seem that nothing has happened.
Phil, you're crazy.
I cannot tell everybody.
I want to, you know.
Perhaps I'm expecting too much.
I swear, Phil, I'm happy.
You aren't happy, you're cheerful.
Yes, it may be, but only as well.
When you are happy, there is nothing else.
So, what is it to be happy?
Do I know, me?
Oh, yes, Philippe. I realize you know it.
Are you tired? - No, but it's better.
Listen, Vinca, let's not think too much about last night.
Personally, I think everything will work out well.
When? - It'll all be good, dear Vinca.
You must believe it.
Look.
It's what you want?
Yes.
Phil...
The little boy who came earlier...
Quick, Vinca.
She's leaving this morning.
Fortunately, I'm joking! - What?
No. It's...
the truth!
That's it, my friend.
Another summer spent here. This will be the last.
Come on. Every year you say the same thing.
Be happy that I'm wrong. It's less sad.
Where is Phil? Couldn't he lend a hand?
Where are they? Sorry.
Phil and Vinca!
Come on.
Phil and Vinca.
Did you hear? It sounds like one word.
"Philnvinca. "
Yes, I heard it.
Phil and Vinca, it's always the same thing.
What's wrong?
What hurts so much
is that this year,
I don't mind leaving.
That's what you say now. You'll see next year.
No.
You see I feel just the opposite,
I want to go back.
And have one year less.
Don't say that.
Why?
Because it's impossible.
Phil and Vinca!
Let's go.
Take this.
Look after it.
What is it?
I don't know. It doesn't matter.
A memory.
Thank you, Philippe.
Why "Philippe"?
Thank you, Phil.