Au revoir (2025) Movie Script
(silence)
(background traffic)
(car horn)
(sings La Vie en Rose in French)
Quand il me prend dans ses bras
Qu'Il me parle tout bas
Je vois la vie en rose
Il me dit des mots d'amour
Des mots de tous les jours
Et a me fait quelque chose
(insistent car horn)
Wop
(bubbling water)
(Marco panting)
(underwater ambiance)
(Marco breathing heavily)
(heartbeat)
(heartbeat intensifies)
(suspense music)
(car crash)
(sustained horn)
(melancholic guitar music)
(phone vibrating)
(distant siren over the telephone) Hello?
(official) Good evening.
Do you know Maria Paz Audren?
Yes, I'm her husband.
I'm sorry to tell you
we've just found
her vehicle...
(inaudible voice)
(high-pitched increasing hum)
(siren fades out)
(ethereal melody)
(guitar fades out)
(sound of waves)
(waves and hum fade out)
(woman on the phone) You did well,
Marco, to make it short.
(ethereal melody fade out)
If her family didn't have time to make it,
then there was no point in drawing it out.
(keys)
(steps)
(sound of sea waves in the background)
(melancholic music)
(swimming pool waterfall)
(birds singing)
(melancholic music continues)
(phone ringing)
Yes?
(man in french) Marco?
It's me...
Thank you for arranging it on your own
Without you we wouldn't
have been able to do it
If you come to France
we would love to see you
You know you'll
always be family
Did she tell you anything?
(melancholic music fades out)
(sound of sea waves in the background)
She wasn't okay.
That's the truth.
Don't look at me like that. Oh,
my friend!
(woman sighs)
It was noticeable.
(woman sighs)
You, who slept with her,
didn't you realize it?
Where's the coffee?
Here.
(drawer opens)
(man) You know we
have commitments.
(sound of sea waves in the background)
Yes.
Marco...
(spoon clinking in cup)
The most important thing now
is that you get well, that you recover.
We should talk about the tone
and I don't have a lot of...
(man) No, no, no! Relax.
No is not the time to
think about these things
and lose your mind.
I made a mistake.
I should 've signed for one book, not two.
It's okay, it's okay.
Look, I don't think this is the right time
to talk about those things.
The best for you,
I don't know, to take a little time,
to relax and focus on yourself.
(snap) Marco.
Marco, are you listening to me?
Yes.
Why don't you go somewhere?
It will make no difference.
Wherever I go, I will remember her.
I'd rather remember her here.
I want to feel her here.
There's a difference.
This way, you won't be locked up at home,
you won't always think of her.
You could go somewhere else,
- visit another place, different smells...
- I don't want to.
I want to remember her, what I want
is to smell her.
(melancholic piano music)
(drawer opens)
(high-pitched buzzing sound)
(buzzing intensifies)
(buzzing fade out)
(women) Look what I've found
Are you going to throw it away too?
(melancholic music fade out)
(sound of sea waves in the background)
(melancholic guitar music)
(background murmur)
(coffee pouring)
(rates colliding)
(melancholic music continues)
Thank you.
(Marco) We know each other?
Is that a question or a proposition?
(Marco) Both.
(sound of sea waves in the background)
(melancholic music continues)
(sheets moving)
(strong breeze)
(sound rough sea)
(underwater movement)
(the music becomes tense)
(background crickets)
(splash)
(music stops playing)
(background crickets)
(telephone notification)
(background crickets)
(sound of sea waves in the background)
(insistent telephone notifications)
(phone ringing)
(sound of sea waves in the background)
(phone stops ringing)
(barking dogs)
(sound of sea waves in the background)
Romantic Getaway.
Sent by: Frederick Euzier.
I have it all planned, my love. I'm going
to make sure you have a wonderful time.
Tal Ar Porz: Port study.
(telephone notification) Let me know
when I can call you.
(slight grunt)
(telephone notification)
Can you talk?
No.
Are you with him?
(bachata music plays in the background)
Who is he?
What do you know?
You know, that I am "him"
Did you know she had a lover?
No.
(Clara) I believe you're overthinking.
He might be a coworker,
maybe she had friends.
Clara, she had a tattoo
I had never seen before.
So what?
She had dozens of
missed calls on her phone.
Video calls too
(Clara) Someone from abroad.
She never spoke to me about FE.
Never.
Marco...
This isn't one of your novels.
You are inventing up stories
and making everything up.
No.
It was too real.
She was also acting weird.
Did you look in her Facebook?
She deleted it.
She didn't find it interesting.
(Clara) So what if she had a lover?
Didn't you have other stories too?
No.
What I did was nothing.
Maybe this guy was nothing too.
That is, If he had anything
anything at all with her.
(Clara) How crazy.
I don't know what hurts you more
that she had a lover
or that she's dead.
What the hell did you just
say?! (Clara) -Stop, asshole!
A lover...
(in french) Is that all you care about?
The woman you say you loved
just died.
And all you care about is to know
if she had a lover?
You never talk to me about her,
Truly, you only talk about yourself.
It's always about you.
(in Spanish) I don't understand you.
(melancholic music)
(Clara in french) What about her pain?
The accident?
(notification) (Marco
in french) Stop, please.
(insistent phone notifications)
(tense piano music)
(swimming pool waterfall)
(background crickets)
(tense piano music continue)
Are you awake? It's 11 PM here already.
Can't sleep?
(phone notification)
Why didn't you call me?
Are you with him?
(light sigh)
Yes.
(phone notification)
(phone notification)
(phone notification)
Take care, please!
What did you think about the house?
It's perfect.
You're acting weird...
(phone notification)
I miss you.
(piano music fade out)
(Leticia on the phone) I understand you.
We will miss her
I am with you.
Leticia, I have a question.
Are you going to cancel
your trip to Vannes
or should I call to cancel?
Paz told me you had bought the ticket
and that you were going
to the Vannes Gallery.
(Leticia on the phone) Which trip?
The only gallery in France
was in Paris,
and it closed.
(steps)
(background traffic sound)
(car horn)
(engine running)
(car horn)
(Clara) I don't understand
why you're going to France.
I want to know who that guy is.
And why Paz was going there.
(Clara in french) Listen. I'm the
only one who knows you're leaving.
I have a responsibility.
(Clara in Spanish) Please
Leave him alone!
Plus, you have things to do here.
I can't.
I can't do anything here.
I can't focus
(speaker bell)
(flight attendant over
intercom, in Spanish)
Hello, I am Paz. I'm
writing from a friend's phone.
Mine was stolen. I love you.
- Are you okay, my love?
- Yes.
I can't wait to see you!
Me too.
(azafata) Sir, you need to put your phone
in airplane mode, please.
(speaker bell)
(flight attendant over intercom french)
(melancholic music)
(Paz) Yesterday I dreamed I was in France.
(sound of sea waves in the background)
In a park.
I don't know why I could
hear the voices of the people around me.
I also felt the sun's rays
during the first days of spring.
And suddenly...
Someone whispered in my ear...
"It will come true!"
(Marco) Maybe it was a deja vu.
Couldn't say it better.
Then, I opened my eyes and I was alone.
(Marco) Was that your wish?
(Paz) No!
(Paz laughs)
So, what did you ask for?
(car running)
(melancholic music fade out)
(birds singing)
(in french) It will be worth it,
the house is small.
There's the kitchen and the room.
Make yourself at home.
Call me if you have any problems.
Just let me know.
Here you go. Thanks. (Keys)
(Marco) Thanks.
(Door)
(suitcase on floor) (keys)
(suitcase lifted off the floor)
(steps)
(melancholic music)
(Marco sighs)
(inaudible voices)
(melancholic music continue)
(church bells ringing)
(people voices in the background)
(steps)
(melancholic music continue)
(melancholic music fades out)
(background birds)
(transient voices in the background)
(tense music)
(bicycle sound)
(bicycle chain)
(tense music fades out)
(ambient bar sound)
(bar music in the background)
(in french) Good evening
Whiskey, please.
(Door)
-Here you go.
-Thank you
(tense music)
(steps)
(music becomes ethereal)
Good morning! How are you doing?
(music fade out)
(bar ambience)
(light background music)
Can I send you a message for Paz?
(glass sound)
(phone ringing)
(phone stop ringing)
(Marco sighs)
(in English) Thanks.
The same, please.
(glass sound)
(glass on table)
(serves drink)
(steps)
(Frederick's phone ringing)
(in french) Hello.
Yes, everything is fine.
Very well. Give me a moment.
Romain, do you have a pen?
Thanks.
(in English) My friend!
Hello?
Are you visiting the city?
Yes.
(Frederick) Yeah, you're
going to love Brittany.
First time in France?
Where are you from?
The Caribbean.
But where? What country?
Dominican Republic.
(Frederick in Spanish) I'll practice a bit
of Spanish with you,
if you're okay with that.
What are you doing here?
Work, and pleasure...?
Both things.
That's better, isn't it?
(Frederick laughs)
It's a beautiful zone.
Yeah.
Yes, it is.
What do you do?
(Frederick) Me?
(Frederick laughs)
Look, I manage properties.
I have many things,
I inherited some of them
thanks to my parents.
But I do other things as well.
I'm a chef...
I work for top restaurants,
like hotels, everywhere.
All around the world.
But what I like,
my passion is art.
That's why I like to support
new artists.
And you, what kind of work do you do?
(Marco) huh...
(Frederick laughs)
Is it legal?
(Marco) Yeah, yeah.
(Frederick laughs)
I'm a writer.
(Frederick) That's nice!
What kind of things do you write about?
I write historic novels,
epics and that sort of thing.
How long does it take you
to write a book?
Months, years, a long time.
(Frederick's phone ringing)
(Frederick in french) I can't hear you
there's a lot of noise here.
But, I'd like to call you later.
Okay?
Okay, see you soon. Bye bye.
(in Spanish) Friend!
Come here!
Sit with me.
(Marco) I'm fine, I'm fine...
(Frederick) Just for a drink, come here!
(pouring drink)
My story is quite incredible.
If you want, I can share it with you.
Yeah.
Do you write love stories?
No.
I write epic novels, historic novels.
(Frederick) ah...
Nothing related to love.
Well, in the end, all the stories
are similar.
So...
This is yours.
You can keep it.
It's yours, please!
For real, huh?
(Frederick) No; I don't like to take
what's not mine.
I swear.
My name is Frederick.
I'm Damian.
It's a pleasure, my friend!
(background voices)
(pouring drink)
(background guitar music)
(grunt of satisfaction)
(plates)
(Frederick in French) two more drinks
(waiter) Sure.
Make it two hot ciders.
(waiter) Okay.
Thanks.
(grunt of satisfaction)
(steps)
Paz.
(in Spanish) That's the name
of my story.
I felt like a teenager
when I met her.
I was born again.
How long ago?
Do I know her?
(Frederick inhales sharply) Mmm...
A year, more or less.
She's French
but she lives in Saman.
Is that far from Santo Domingo?
Three hours, more or less
(Frederick) Okay, but...
The most interesting thing
is that she's married.
Wow.
Married and far away
How hard, isn't it?
Yes, but one does not get to choose
whom to love.
I think we do.
(Frederick) I don't think we do.
To me, love is like a ray
that breaks your bones
and leaves you like,
paralyzed.
(waiter) Here you go, gentlemen.
Thank you.
Watch out, it's very hot.
It's like...
When it touches you, it kills you.
It's like a terminal illness.
(Marco sighs)
Love is like a terminal illness?
Well, it is, in that sense...
Have you ever loved?
Yes, sure.
(Frederick) So you know about it.
(Frederick sighs)
She
is Paz.
(Frederick sighs)
(Frederick sighs)
Before I met her...
(Marco coughs)
Hey.
(Marco coughs)
Careful, it's very hot.
(Marco) Yes, yes.
(rubs hands together)
(Frederick) Before I met her,
my life was like a black and white movie.
I had a lot of friends.
I went to the most important
and interesting parts of the world
while drinking champagne, all of that.
But... (sighs)
But something was missing.
(in french) There was a void.
(in Spanish) I felt like
empty.
You can have everything
and having nothing at the same time
if you don't have anyone
to share it with.
And that's where Paz came in.
She gave my life meaning
I don't know how to explain it.
What about her husband?
(Frederick) I think he suspects.
(music fades out)
(Marco sighs)
Every night.
(Frederick laughs)
(in french) She called me every
night, because
she wanted me to tell her
what clothes to wear.
(crickets)
Which color.
And then, sometimes
she would breathe heavily.
I think she touched herself
while I spoke.
(in Spanish) It was incredible.
She will get here in two days.
I hope that
her husband doesn't ruin it.
(high-pitched buzzing intensifies)
He doesn't like to travel.
Never.
I think he's very...
How do you say it?
very stingy?
Stingy.
(Frederick) Yes, stingy.
He must be a great guy.
Him and me, we are...
Well, we have something in common.
You understand?
(high-pitched buzzing stop)
(Paz slurps up the snot)
(piano music)
(steps)
(Paz slurps up the snot)
(Paz sighs)
(Frederick in french) Here.
(Paz) How embarrassing!
I'll get it wet!
No, no...
Don't worry, that's what it is for.
Thanks.
(Frederick sighs)
It's an opportunity to let
your emotions out, you know?
I think I'm ashamed.
(Paz sighs)
(Paz laugh)
Actually
no problem if you didn't get emotional.
(Paz laugh)
Something tells me that
this painting isn't what
puts you in this state.
Anyway, these paintings are...
They are excuses.
(Frederick) That's true.
We always cry for ourselves,
actually.
Thanks.
(Frederick) You're welcome.
(steps)
Did you like it?
Yes, this is my thing.
I really liked it.
(Federick clears his throat)
(crickets)
(Frederick laughs drunkenly) wait a minute
(Marco) No, no, no, no!
- You can't do it here!
- No?
(Marco) No, you can't.
(Frederick sings drunkenly)
(Marco sings)
(Frederick laughs)
My little Damian!
(Frederick clears his throat)
Let's go home.
Yes.
You need my address, don't you?
(Frederick sings drunkenly)
(Frederick) Thank you so much.
(Frederick sighs)
(Frederick singing) I'll take a shower!
I'm going to take a shower...
(Marco) I'll put this over here.
(Frederick) Yes, over there.
Okay.
(Frederick clears his throat)
(melancholic music)
(shower in the background)
(steps)
(shower)
(Marco sobs)
(melancholic music continue)
(melancholic music stop)
(outdoor cafeteria atmosphere)
Hey, man!
What's up?
(Marco) Everything okay.
Look at you, you're reading French now!
That's great! Bravo!
(applause)
(Frederick laughs)
Thank you very much for last night.
I slept like a baby.
So, what are you doing today?
I'm just reading the newspaper and
just that.
Okay.
To compensate you,
you earned a walk with me.
(Marco) No, no...
(Frederick) Hey! It's my city.
(Frederick) Finish your coffee
and I'll be back in a bit, okay?
Give me five minutes.
See you, okay? Later!
(Frederick) It bothers me
that I can't talk to her.
(steps)
I don't know, maybe
her phone was stolen.
How are things over there?
(Marco) Things are quite hard these days.
(Frederick) Yes?
Have you been able to talk
with your wife?
What's her name?
(Marco) Maria.
(Frederick) Maria...
Have you talked to Maria?
You are not in crisis, are you?
How long have you been together?
(Marco) Almost 16 years.
16 years?!
(Frederick lets out a poof)
That's great.
(Frederick clicks his tongue)
Here we are.
Speaking of which...
Come friend.
(door bell rings)
(man in french) Good morning, sir.
(Frederick in french) Can
we look around? (Man) Sure.
(Frederick) Okay, great.
(in Spanish) I'd like your opinion.
I going to ask her to marry me.
She is not expecting this.
(client voices in the background)
(slight grunt of approval)
(Marco) But she's married.
(Frederick) Yes, but not for long.
I'm sure of that.
(Marco) How do you know?
When you search elsewhere is because
it's over with your current partner.
(sighs)
(Frederick in french) Please, sir.
I'm interested
in an engagement ring.
(man) Very well.
Oh, no. I'm not marrying him.
(man) I'm sorry, I thought you were...
(Frederick) Oh, don't worry.
He's not my type. (Man exhales)
Gold or silver?
I was looking at something in silver.
(in Spanish) She doesn't wear silver...
I mean, we don't use silver over there.
Yes, but she doesn't like gold.
She's allergic.
That's why.
(man slurps snot)
(Frederick clicks)
(in french) Maybe that ring over there.
Can I see it?
(man) Sure.
(Frederick in Spanish) What do you think?
(Marco) You have good taste.
(man) Excuse me.
(keys)
(man opens glass door)
(in Spanish) I hope this is her size.
With this, I'll kill her.
I'll wait for you outside.
(wind chime sound)
(Frederick in french) Thank you very much.
I hope she likes it.
(birds singing)
Shall we close it...?
(Marco cries)
(tearful) Give me a moment, please...
(steps)
The seller is a nice guy.
Yes.
Come on.
(ship horn)
(sound of the sea in the background)
Friend,
do you have a picture of your wife?
No, I don't like it.
You don't like what?
You don't like your wife's pictures?
I don't like pictures in general.
(Frederick sighs)
You don't have Instagram?
No.
Too much vanity for me.
Yeah...
(Marco sips his snot)
(Frederick) But pictures are important.
Especially for the grandkids.
The family, you know?
We never had kids.
(Frederick) No?
No.
(Marco inhales deeply)
(ethereal ambient music)
I was very selfish.
I never wanted to give her a child.
When I finally wanted to,
it was too late for her.
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
And you?
What?
(Marco) Do you have kids?
Yes, I have a
Gorgeous daughter.
Have you ever thought of adopting?
It never crossed my mind.
Why?
Did you adopted or what?
Well, me...
I'm adopted.
Yes.
I think it is
very nice.
I don't know a lot
about my family,
my real family,
they're from Haiti.
But my family here
has given me everything.
Everything. Look where we are.
(sigh)
(Marco) You've been lucky.
(Frederick) Yes, maybe so.
Aren't you scared
about falling into the water?
Scared?
(Frederick laughs)
No, I'm not scared.
I'm never scared these days.
I just live.
Something very interesting
happened to me
when I was a kid.
I went on a school trip
with my schoolmates and my teacher,
to an island
where you can walk because
the tide ebbs and rises.
When it was time to go back,
(sighs)
I was in a place, alone.
(Frederick) I was alone because
sometimes, it was really hard for me
(children's voices in the background)
Because the children would always,
how do you say it?
(in french) They would mock me.
Yes.
(Marco in Spanish) They
mocked (Frederick in Spanish) Yes.
If you are the only black kid at school,
of course
those kinds of things are bound to happen.
But it didn't bother me because
that's life, you know?
(ethereal music becomes tense)
So, I was on this island
and I didn't realize
that the tide was rising.
The rest went back and I was alone.
I was scared, very scared.
(steps)
(the music becomes ethereal again)
(stone falling)
(woman) Did you see where I threw it?
I threw it far away.
I did it too...
But you threw it over there.
You must throw it there, try again.
I threw it!
You saw? I threw it down there!
If I do it, would you give me a kiss?
Yes? Do you promise?
Okay, look at this.
Now, throw it.
Now, look where it goes...
(Frederick) I saw...
An image, the image of my mom.
My real mom.
I don't even know her!
But I saw her.
There was an energy
(slurps snot)
That helped me
all night.
I don't really understand it,
but I know that
she helps me a lot in my life.
Look.
Want to give it a try?
Yes.
Sit here.
You don't have to do a lot.
(ethereal music fades out)
There.
(Marco) Okay.
Yes, just move it slightly.
(Marco) Like this?
Yes, that's fine.
(exhales with a soft grunt)
(outgoing dial tone)
(Marcos' phone rings)
Hello?
Hey Fernando, everything's fine.
Yes, I'm not there at the moment.
I'll go back this Tuesday.
Yes, yes.
I'll let you know.
Perfect. Okay, that's fine.
I got a call from Santo Domingo...
(Frederick) Yes.
(Frederick sighs with a soft laugh)
I wanted to talk to Paz,
but she couldn't take it.
Well, that's fine.
But the nice thing is
(Frederick sighs with a soft laugh)
She'll be here in two days.
And you'll meet her.
Yes.
(shower sound)
(Frederick) You'll meet my paz
What are you thinking?
Why?
Why did I left?
(ethereal music)
Why you left with him.
I didn't know you were long gone.
(etherian music intensifies)
(etherian music fades out)
(voices people in background)
(rustling)
(Frederick) The original recipe
(soft cut)
Includes white wine,
but I will use this Haitian rum.
(bottle click)
You'll see.
It makes you very hot.
(shot of rum)
(Frederick sighs)
(Marco) What's the name of the island
where you got lost?
Me?
It's called Berder, and it's over here.
(thud)
We're over here,
and it is there.
I can take you there if you want,
it's not that far.
(Frederick opens bottle of wine)
(Frederick) A little bit of wine...
(glass)
(Marco) Can I use your bathroom?
(Frederick) Of course. (Glass
on table) You know where it is.
(wood creaks under footsteps)
(melancholic music)
(wood creaks under footsteps)
(Paz whispers in French) Why don't
you come here?
Frederick...
Come.
(Paz) Why don't you come here?
Come here, please, come.
(Paz laughs)
(water falling)
(Marco exhales)
(Marco breathes heavily)
(melancholic music becomes tense)
(Frederick) Everything alright?
(music stops)
(Marco) Yes.
(Frederick) We got to eat, come on!
(steps)
(Frederick) come on.
Coming.
Well, bon appetit.
(Marco sighs)
A little bit of wine.
(pouring wine)
(bottle on table)
(melancholic music)
(Marco) What about that tattoo?
(Frederick sighs)
(Frederick) I had it done recently.
Each one got a tattoo.
(Marco) You had them done together?
(sound forks)
Well, (Frederick sighs)
One day, we felt like it.
You felt like it?
(Frederick) I'm not saying
I'm a young man...
But sometimes you have to let yourself
be carried away
by the desire, why not?
(sound forks)
(Marco) What does it mean?
(Frederick) Look,
it says Paz
and there's a seagull.
(increasing hum)
She has the same seagull.
It's like an eternal promise
meeting here,
in this zone.
(more intense humming)
(sound forks isolated)
And hers, what does it mean?
(Frederick) Her tattoo means "Fe".
My initials:
Frederick Euzier.
You don't like it?
(hum disappears)
Yes.
(Frederick) We have to eat!
(Frederick laughs) It's good for you.
It makes you very, very hot.
(in English) And the best
(in Spanish) is that your wife
(in English) is going to thank me.
(Frederick laughs)
(ethereal music)
(sound of sea waves in the background)
(Frederick) You can walk in the morning.
But not after eleven o'clock.
Because there's water everywhere.
(birds singing)
(steps)
Look at the view over there!
(Frederick takes a deep breath)
So, at this moment,
what are you writing?
(iron tapping sound)
(footprints) (Marco) A historic novel.
(Frederick) Is that so? (Marco) Yes.
(Frederick) What is it about?
It's about a character who participated
in the War of Independence,
his name was Santiago Basora.
(Frederick states non-verbal)
(Marco) He was a troop commander.
(music fades out)
And the Dominican Independence
fighters (branch sound)
Yes.
Wanted his help
and he told them he
(branch break)
Would do so only if
if they abolished slavery.
Great, right?
Yes, I really like him because
he was very loyal to his principles.
And that really motivated me.
I think a human beings must be loyal
to what he does, to what he has,
to everything around him.
Yes...
I think so too but...
Fidelity isn't something natural
for us men and women.
You know?
Well... (Marco sighs)
(Marco) I think it is.
I think a human being can be loyal,
like the animals.
For instance, doves are loyal.
(laughing) Yeah, but we aren't doves!
(Marco) Yes, but infidelity impacts
the family,
(steps)
And the people you love.
(Frederick) I understand.
But there are certain cases
you can't control, you know?
Look, for example.
My girl, Paz.
She's pregnant, you understand?
She's pregnant?
(Frederick) Yes, pregnant.
But she doesn't know who the father is.
Her husband or me.
So, that's a fact of life.
She's not wrong but...
(phone rings)
(in french) Hello, darling.
(increasing hum)
Yes, of course.
(Frederick laughs)
(crashing wave)
(crashing wave)
Sure.
(intensified humming)
(distorted) Yes, we can go to Ibiza,
whatever you want.
(light dramatic music)
(crashing wave)
(crashing wave)
(humming and music stops)
What the hell are you doing?
(Marco) Do you think I'm a fool?
That's my wife! You want them all!
(in french) You're completely insane!
(hit with rock)
(Frederick falls)
(boat on the move)
(calm sea)
(Clara in French) The ambulance!
You must call number 15!
He's not okay?
I told you to leave him alone!
(water falling) (woman on
the phone) thanks for waiting
my name is July
How can I help you?
(Marco) I want to change my flight.
(fire)
(woman on the phone)
your flight code please
HK15.
Marcos Rodrguez.
- (woman) one moment please
- Yes.
(woman) will have an additional cost
Well, okay.
(dramatic music)
(steps)
(dramatic music disappears)
(barking in the background)
(Marco) Do you think I'm here for revenge?
Yes, that's why I'm here.
(Frederick takes a deep breath)
(Marco) You should be
thankful I saved your life.
In contrast, you ruined mine.
(silence)
It pains me.
It pains me to have been an asshole.
I didn't even give her a child.
And I only thought about me.
As if she didn't exist.
(Frederick) The person in the phone call
was my daughter.
(Marco takes a deep breath)
(Marco) That's the worst part.
At the end, you're a nice guy.
Neither Paz nor you were the problem.
(Frederick) But she loves you.
She loves you very much.
That's why she hasn't left you.
At least, I must be thankful about
the great woman she was.
She was?
What did you do to her? (Heavy blow)
Damn! What did you do?!
(Marco) -It was an accident...
-Accident?!
What do you mean?!
(Marco crying) they called to inform me
You're a liar!
Yes.
(Frederick) But she sent
me a message saying that...
(Marco) It was the phone of a "friend".
And that her husband suspected.
(Marco cries)
(melancholic music)
I would never hurt her.
I was madly in love with her.
(Marco sips snot)
But when I saw your messages
and your calls...
I decided to make this trip
(Marco cries)
To know who you were.
(Marco sips snot)
(Frederick sighs)
She was split in two.
(Frederick sighs)
I found this among her things.
(Marco sips snot)
I didn't open it out of respect.
The only thing that remains in my head is
whose child it was.
(heavy blow) Who cares?!
(Marco cries)
(tearful) Who cares?
Perhaps none at all.
Because it was...
It was hers.
(Frederick sighs)
I lost her.
(steps)
Marco.
(Frederick sighs)
(knock on the table)
(takes a deep breath)
(street atmosphere)
(music fades out)
(steps)
(man in french) Hey there, how are you?
I had so many things to share with her.
(melancholic music)
But in the end, unfortunately,
I think about her often.
We had so many projects
and nice memories together.
That's how it is, we must move on
after the moments that are gone
and after the moments that are
hard to forget as well.
What I miss the most,
what I regret the most
is not understanding her,
But how can I undo
all those things?
Projects
didn't allow us to carry them out them.
Well,
everyone has their own life,
with moments of weakness and burdens.
But she's gone.
So, sometimes, I go to
the cemetery and pray for her.
And I tell myself that she's there.
And that she will always
be looking over us.
(Marco sobs)
(background circus music)
(steps)
(phone ringing)
(phone stop ringing)
(guitar music)
(music fades out)
(plop)
(car horn)
(car slowing down)
(suitcase wheels)
(car running)
"It's for you too."
(sound of sea waves in the background)
(background traffic)
(car horn)
(sings La Vie en Rose in French)
Quand il me prend dans ses bras
Qu'Il me parle tout bas
Je vois la vie en rose
Il me dit des mots d'amour
Des mots de tous les jours
Et a me fait quelque chose
(insistent car horn)
Wop
(bubbling water)
(Marco panting)
(underwater ambiance)
(Marco breathing heavily)
(heartbeat)
(heartbeat intensifies)
(suspense music)
(car crash)
(sustained horn)
(melancholic guitar music)
(phone vibrating)
(distant siren over the telephone) Hello?
(official) Good evening.
Do you know Maria Paz Audren?
Yes, I'm her husband.
I'm sorry to tell you
we've just found
her vehicle...
(inaudible voice)
(high-pitched increasing hum)
(siren fades out)
(ethereal melody)
(guitar fades out)
(sound of waves)
(waves and hum fade out)
(woman on the phone) You did well,
Marco, to make it short.
(ethereal melody fade out)
If her family didn't have time to make it,
then there was no point in drawing it out.
(keys)
(steps)
(sound of sea waves in the background)
(melancholic music)
(swimming pool waterfall)
(birds singing)
(melancholic music continues)
(phone ringing)
Yes?
(man in french) Marco?
It's me...
Thank you for arranging it on your own
Without you we wouldn't
have been able to do it
If you come to France
we would love to see you
You know you'll
always be family
Did she tell you anything?
(melancholic music fades out)
(sound of sea waves in the background)
She wasn't okay.
That's the truth.
Don't look at me like that. Oh,
my friend!
(woman sighs)
It was noticeable.
(woman sighs)
You, who slept with her,
didn't you realize it?
Where's the coffee?
Here.
(drawer opens)
(man) You know we
have commitments.
(sound of sea waves in the background)
Yes.
Marco...
(spoon clinking in cup)
The most important thing now
is that you get well, that you recover.
We should talk about the tone
and I don't have a lot of...
(man) No, no, no! Relax.
No is not the time to
think about these things
and lose your mind.
I made a mistake.
I should 've signed for one book, not two.
It's okay, it's okay.
Look, I don't think this is the right time
to talk about those things.
The best for you,
I don't know, to take a little time,
to relax and focus on yourself.
(snap) Marco.
Marco, are you listening to me?
Yes.
Why don't you go somewhere?
It will make no difference.
Wherever I go, I will remember her.
I'd rather remember her here.
I want to feel her here.
There's a difference.
This way, you won't be locked up at home,
you won't always think of her.
You could go somewhere else,
- visit another place, different smells...
- I don't want to.
I want to remember her, what I want
is to smell her.
(melancholic piano music)
(drawer opens)
(high-pitched buzzing sound)
(buzzing intensifies)
(buzzing fade out)
(women) Look what I've found
Are you going to throw it away too?
(melancholic music fade out)
(sound of sea waves in the background)
(melancholic guitar music)
(background murmur)
(coffee pouring)
(rates colliding)
(melancholic music continues)
Thank you.
(Marco) We know each other?
Is that a question or a proposition?
(Marco) Both.
(sound of sea waves in the background)
(melancholic music continues)
(sheets moving)
(strong breeze)
(sound rough sea)
(underwater movement)
(the music becomes tense)
(background crickets)
(splash)
(music stops playing)
(background crickets)
(telephone notification)
(background crickets)
(sound of sea waves in the background)
(insistent telephone notifications)
(phone ringing)
(sound of sea waves in the background)
(phone stops ringing)
(barking dogs)
(sound of sea waves in the background)
Romantic Getaway.
Sent by: Frederick Euzier.
I have it all planned, my love. I'm going
to make sure you have a wonderful time.
Tal Ar Porz: Port study.
(telephone notification) Let me know
when I can call you.
(slight grunt)
(telephone notification)
Can you talk?
No.
Are you with him?
(bachata music plays in the background)
Who is he?
What do you know?
You know, that I am "him"
Did you know she had a lover?
No.
(Clara) I believe you're overthinking.
He might be a coworker,
maybe she had friends.
Clara, she had a tattoo
I had never seen before.
So what?
She had dozens of
missed calls on her phone.
Video calls too
(Clara) Someone from abroad.
She never spoke to me about FE.
Never.
Marco...
This isn't one of your novels.
You are inventing up stories
and making everything up.
No.
It was too real.
She was also acting weird.
Did you look in her Facebook?
She deleted it.
She didn't find it interesting.
(Clara) So what if she had a lover?
Didn't you have other stories too?
No.
What I did was nothing.
Maybe this guy was nothing too.
That is, If he had anything
anything at all with her.
(Clara) How crazy.
I don't know what hurts you more
that she had a lover
or that she's dead.
What the hell did you just
say?! (Clara) -Stop, asshole!
A lover...
(in french) Is that all you care about?
The woman you say you loved
just died.
And all you care about is to know
if she had a lover?
You never talk to me about her,
Truly, you only talk about yourself.
It's always about you.
(in Spanish) I don't understand you.
(melancholic music)
(Clara in french) What about her pain?
The accident?
(notification) (Marco
in french) Stop, please.
(insistent phone notifications)
(tense piano music)
(swimming pool waterfall)
(background crickets)
(tense piano music continue)
Are you awake? It's 11 PM here already.
Can't sleep?
(phone notification)
Why didn't you call me?
Are you with him?
(light sigh)
Yes.
(phone notification)
(phone notification)
(phone notification)
Take care, please!
What did you think about the house?
It's perfect.
You're acting weird...
(phone notification)
I miss you.
(piano music fade out)
(Leticia on the phone) I understand you.
We will miss her
I am with you.
Leticia, I have a question.
Are you going to cancel
your trip to Vannes
or should I call to cancel?
Paz told me you had bought the ticket
and that you were going
to the Vannes Gallery.
(Leticia on the phone) Which trip?
The only gallery in France
was in Paris,
and it closed.
(steps)
(background traffic sound)
(car horn)
(engine running)
(car horn)
(Clara) I don't understand
why you're going to France.
I want to know who that guy is.
And why Paz was going there.
(Clara in french) Listen. I'm the
only one who knows you're leaving.
I have a responsibility.
(Clara in Spanish) Please
Leave him alone!
Plus, you have things to do here.
I can't.
I can't do anything here.
I can't focus
(speaker bell)
(flight attendant over
intercom, in Spanish)
Hello, I am Paz. I'm
writing from a friend's phone.
Mine was stolen. I love you.
- Are you okay, my love?
- Yes.
I can't wait to see you!
Me too.
(azafata) Sir, you need to put your phone
in airplane mode, please.
(speaker bell)
(flight attendant over intercom french)
(melancholic music)
(Paz) Yesterday I dreamed I was in France.
(sound of sea waves in the background)
In a park.
I don't know why I could
hear the voices of the people around me.
I also felt the sun's rays
during the first days of spring.
And suddenly...
Someone whispered in my ear...
"It will come true!"
(Marco) Maybe it was a deja vu.
Couldn't say it better.
Then, I opened my eyes and I was alone.
(Marco) Was that your wish?
(Paz) No!
(Paz laughs)
So, what did you ask for?
(car running)
(melancholic music fade out)
(birds singing)
(in french) It will be worth it,
the house is small.
There's the kitchen and the room.
Make yourself at home.
Call me if you have any problems.
Just let me know.
Here you go. Thanks. (Keys)
(Marco) Thanks.
(Door)
(suitcase on floor) (keys)
(suitcase lifted off the floor)
(steps)
(melancholic music)
(Marco sighs)
(inaudible voices)
(melancholic music continue)
(church bells ringing)
(people voices in the background)
(steps)
(melancholic music continue)
(melancholic music fades out)
(background birds)
(transient voices in the background)
(tense music)
(bicycle sound)
(bicycle chain)
(tense music fades out)
(ambient bar sound)
(bar music in the background)
(in french) Good evening
Whiskey, please.
(Door)
-Here you go.
-Thank you
(tense music)
(steps)
(music becomes ethereal)
Good morning! How are you doing?
(music fade out)
(bar ambience)
(light background music)
Can I send you a message for Paz?
(glass sound)
(phone ringing)
(phone stop ringing)
(Marco sighs)
(in English) Thanks.
The same, please.
(glass sound)
(glass on table)
(serves drink)
(steps)
(Frederick's phone ringing)
(in french) Hello.
Yes, everything is fine.
Very well. Give me a moment.
Romain, do you have a pen?
Thanks.
(in English) My friend!
Hello?
Are you visiting the city?
Yes.
(Frederick) Yeah, you're
going to love Brittany.
First time in France?
Where are you from?
The Caribbean.
But where? What country?
Dominican Republic.
(Frederick in Spanish) I'll practice a bit
of Spanish with you,
if you're okay with that.
What are you doing here?
Work, and pleasure...?
Both things.
That's better, isn't it?
(Frederick laughs)
It's a beautiful zone.
Yeah.
Yes, it is.
What do you do?
(Frederick) Me?
(Frederick laughs)
Look, I manage properties.
I have many things,
I inherited some of them
thanks to my parents.
But I do other things as well.
I'm a chef...
I work for top restaurants,
like hotels, everywhere.
All around the world.
But what I like,
my passion is art.
That's why I like to support
new artists.
And you, what kind of work do you do?
(Marco) huh...
(Frederick laughs)
Is it legal?
(Marco) Yeah, yeah.
(Frederick laughs)
I'm a writer.
(Frederick) That's nice!
What kind of things do you write about?
I write historic novels,
epics and that sort of thing.
How long does it take you
to write a book?
Months, years, a long time.
(Frederick's phone ringing)
(Frederick in french) I can't hear you
there's a lot of noise here.
But, I'd like to call you later.
Okay?
Okay, see you soon. Bye bye.
(in Spanish) Friend!
Come here!
Sit with me.
(Marco) I'm fine, I'm fine...
(Frederick) Just for a drink, come here!
(pouring drink)
My story is quite incredible.
If you want, I can share it with you.
Yeah.
Do you write love stories?
No.
I write epic novels, historic novels.
(Frederick) ah...
Nothing related to love.
Well, in the end, all the stories
are similar.
So...
This is yours.
You can keep it.
It's yours, please!
For real, huh?
(Frederick) No; I don't like to take
what's not mine.
I swear.
My name is Frederick.
I'm Damian.
It's a pleasure, my friend!
(background voices)
(pouring drink)
(background guitar music)
(grunt of satisfaction)
(plates)
(Frederick in French) two more drinks
(waiter) Sure.
Make it two hot ciders.
(waiter) Okay.
Thanks.
(grunt of satisfaction)
(steps)
Paz.
(in Spanish) That's the name
of my story.
I felt like a teenager
when I met her.
I was born again.
How long ago?
Do I know her?
(Frederick inhales sharply) Mmm...
A year, more or less.
She's French
but she lives in Saman.
Is that far from Santo Domingo?
Three hours, more or less
(Frederick) Okay, but...
The most interesting thing
is that she's married.
Wow.
Married and far away
How hard, isn't it?
Yes, but one does not get to choose
whom to love.
I think we do.
(Frederick) I don't think we do.
To me, love is like a ray
that breaks your bones
and leaves you like,
paralyzed.
(waiter) Here you go, gentlemen.
Thank you.
Watch out, it's very hot.
It's like...
When it touches you, it kills you.
It's like a terminal illness.
(Marco sighs)
Love is like a terminal illness?
Well, it is, in that sense...
Have you ever loved?
Yes, sure.
(Frederick) So you know about it.
(Frederick sighs)
She
is Paz.
(Frederick sighs)
(Frederick sighs)
Before I met her...
(Marco coughs)
Hey.
(Marco coughs)
Careful, it's very hot.
(Marco) Yes, yes.
(rubs hands together)
(Frederick) Before I met her,
my life was like a black and white movie.
I had a lot of friends.
I went to the most important
and interesting parts of the world
while drinking champagne, all of that.
But... (sighs)
But something was missing.
(in french) There was a void.
(in Spanish) I felt like
empty.
You can have everything
and having nothing at the same time
if you don't have anyone
to share it with.
And that's where Paz came in.
She gave my life meaning
I don't know how to explain it.
What about her husband?
(Frederick) I think he suspects.
(music fades out)
(Marco sighs)
Every night.
(Frederick laughs)
(in french) She called me every
night, because
she wanted me to tell her
what clothes to wear.
(crickets)
Which color.
And then, sometimes
she would breathe heavily.
I think she touched herself
while I spoke.
(in Spanish) It was incredible.
She will get here in two days.
I hope that
her husband doesn't ruin it.
(high-pitched buzzing intensifies)
He doesn't like to travel.
Never.
I think he's very...
How do you say it?
very stingy?
Stingy.
(Frederick) Yes, stingy.
He must be a great guy.
Him and me, we are...
Well, we have something in common.
You understand?
(high-pitched buzzing stop)
(Paz slurps up the snot)
(piano music)
(steps)
(Paz slurps up the snot)
(Paz sighs)
(Frederick in french) Here.
(Paz) How embarrassing!
I'll get it wet!
No, no...
Don't worry, that's what it is for.
Thanks.
(Frederick sighs)
It's an opportunity to let
your emotions out, you know?
I think I'm ashamed.
(Paz sighs)
(Paz laugh)
Actually
no problem if you didn't get emotional.
(Paz laugh)
Something tells me that
this painting isn't what
puts you in this state.
Anyway, these paintings are...
They are excuses.
(Frederick) That's true.
We always cry for ourselves,
actually.
Thanks.
(Frederick) You're welcome.
(steps)
Did you like it?
Yes, this is my thing.
I really liked it.
(Federick clears his throat)
(crickets)
(Frederick laughs drunkenly) wait a minute
(Marco) No, no, no, no!
- You can't do it here!
- No?
(Marco) No, you can't.
(Frederick sings drunkenly)
(Marco sings)
(Frederick laughs)
My little Damian!
(Frederick clears his throat)
Let's go home.
Yes.
You need my address, don't you?
(Frederick sings drunkenly)
(Frederick) Thank you so much.
(Frederick sighs)
(Frederick singing) I'll take a shower!
I'm going to take a shower...
(Marco) I'll put this over here.
(Frederick) Yes, over there.
Okay.
(Frederick clears his throat)
(melancholic music)
(shower in the background)
(steps)
(shower)
(Marco sobs)
(melancholic music continue)
(melancholic music stop)
(outdoor cafeteria atmosphere)
Hey, man!
What's up?
(Marco) Everything okay.
Look at you, you're reading French now!
That's great! Bravo!
(applause)
(Frederick laughs)
Thank you very much for last night.
I slept like a baby.
So, what are you doing today?
I'm just reading the newspaper and
just that.
Okay.
To compensate you,
you earned a walk with me.
(Marco) No, no...
(Frederick) Hey! It's my city.
(Frederick) Finish your coffee
and I'll be back in a bit, okay?
Give me five minutes.
See you, okay? Later!
(Frederick) It bothers me
that I can't talk to her.
(steps)
I don't know, maybe
her phone was stolen.
How are things over there?
(Marco) Things are quite hard these days.
(Frederick) Yes?
Have you been able to talk
with your wife?
What's her name?
(Marco) Maria.
(Frederick) Maria...
Have you talked to Maria?
You are not in crisis, are you?
How long have you been together?
(Marco) Almost 16 years.
16 years?!
(Frederick lets out a poof)
That's great.
(Frederick clicks his tongue)
Here we are.
Speaking of which...
Come friend.
(door bell rings)
(man in french) Good morning, sir.
(Frederick in french) Can
we look around? (Man) Sure.
(Frederick) Okay, great.
(in Spanish) I'd like your opinion.
I going to ask her to marry me.
She is not expecting this.
(client voices in the background)
(slight grunt of approval)
(Marco) But she's married.
(Frederick) Yes, but not for long.
I'm sure of that.
(Marco) How do you know?
When you search elsewhere is because
it's over with your current partner.
(sighs)
(Frederick in french) Please, sir.
I'm interested
in an engagement ring.
(man) Very well.
Oh, no. I'm not marrying him.
(man) I'm sorry, I thought you were...
(Frederick) Oh, don't worry.
He's not my type. (Man exhales)
Gold or silver?
I was looking at something in silver.
(in Spanish) She doesn't wear silver...
I mean, we don't use silver over there.
Yes, but she doesn't like gold.
She's allergic.
That's why.
(man slurps snot)
(Frederick clicks)
(in french) Maybe that ring over there.
Can I see it?
(man) Sure.
(Frederick in Spanish) What do you think?
(Marco) You have good taste.
(man) Excuse me.
(keys)
(man opens glass door)
(in Spanish) I hope this is her size.
With this, I'll kill her.
I'll wait for you outside.
(wind chime sound)
(Frederick in french) Thank you very much.
I hope she likes it.
(birds singing)
Shall we close it...?
(Marco cries)
(tearful) Give me a moment, please...
(steps)
The seller is a nice guy.
Yes.
Come on.
(ship horn)
(sound of the sea in the background)
Friend,
do you have a picture of your wife?
No, I don't like it.
You don't like what?
You don't like your wife's pictures?
I don't like pictures in general.
(Frederick sighs)
You don't have Instagram?
No.
Too much vanity for me.
Yeah...
(Marco sips his snot)
(Frederick) But pictures are important.
Especially for the grandkids.
The family, you know?
We never had kids.
(Frederick) No?
No.
(Marco inhales deeply)
(ethereal ambient music)
I was very selfish.
I never wanted to give her a child.
When I finally wanted to,
it was too late for her.
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
And you?
What?
(Marco) Do you have kids?
Yes, I have a
Gorgeous daughter.
Have you ever thought of adopting?
It never crossed my mind.
Why?
Did you adopted or what?
Well, me...
I'm adopted.
Yes.
I think it is
very nice.
I don't know a lot
about my family,
my real family,
they're from Haiti.
But my family here
has given me everything.
Everything. Look where we are.
(sigh)
(Marco) You've been lucky.
(Frederick) Yes, maybe so.
Aren't you scared
about falling into the water?
Scared?
(Frederick laughs)
No, I'm not scared.
I'm never scared these days.
I just live.
Something very interesting
happened to me
when I was a kid.
I went on a school trip
with my schoolmates and my teacher,
to an island
where you can walk because
the tide ebbs and rises.
When it was time to go back,
(sighs)
I was in a place, alone.
(Frederick) I was alone because
sometimes, it was really hard for me
(children's voices in the background)
Because the children would always,
how do you say it?
(in french) They would mock me.
Yes.
(Marco in Spanish) They
mocked (Frederick in Spanish) Yes.
If you are the only black kid at school,
of course
those kinds of things are bound to happen.
But it didn't bother me because
that's life, you know?
(ethereal music becomes tense)
So, I was on this island
and I didn't realize
that the tide was rising.
The rest went back and I was alone.
I was scared, very scared.
(steps)
(the music becomes ethereal again)
(stone falling)
(woman) Did you see where I threw it?
I threw it far away.
I did it too...
But you threw it over there.
You must throw it there, try again.
I threw it!
You saw? I threw it down there!
If I do it, would you give me a kiss?
Yes? Do you promise?
Okay, look at this.
Now, throw it.
Now, look where it goes...
(Frederick) I saw...
An image, the image of my mom.
My real mom.
I don't even know her!
But I saw her.
There was an energy
(slurps snot)
That helped me
all night.
I don't really understand it,
but I know that
she helps me a lot in my life.
Look.
Want to give it a try?
Yes.
Sit here.
You don't have to do a lot.
(ethereal music fades out)
There.
(Marco) Okay.
Yes, just move it slightly.
(Marco) Like this?
Yes, that's fine.
(exhales with a soft grunt)
(outgoing dial tone)
(Marcos' phone rings)
Hello?
Hey Fernando, everything's fine.
Yes, I'm not there at the moment.
I'll go back this Tuesday.
Yes, yes.
I'll let you know.
Perfect. Okay, that's fine.
I got a call from Santo Domingo...
(Frederick) Yes.
(Frederick sighs with a soft laugh)
I wanted to talk to Paz,
but she couldn't take it.
Well, that's fine.
But the nice thing is
(Frederick sighs with a soft laugh)
She'll be here in two days.
And you'll meet her.
Yes.
(shower sound)
(Frederick) You'll meet my paz
What are you thinking?
Why?
Why did I left?
(ethereal music)
Why you left with him.
I didn't know you were long gone.
(etherian music intensifies)
(etherian music fades out)
(voices people in background)
(rustling)
(Frederick) The original recipe
(soft cut)
Includes white wine,
but I will use this Haitian rum.
(bottle click)
You'll see.
It makes you very hot.
(shot of rum)
(Frederick sighs)
(Marco) What's the name of the island
where you got lost?
Me?
It's called Berder, and it's over here.
(thud)
We're over here,
and it is there.
I can take you there if you want,
it's not that far.
(Frederick opens bottle of wine)
(Frederick) A little bit of wine...
(glass)
(Marco) Can I use your bathroom?
(Frederick) Of course. (Glass
on table) You know where it is.
(wood creaks under footsteps)
(melancholic music)
(wood creaks under footsteps)
(Paz whispers in French) Why don't
you come here?
Frederick...
Come.
(Paz) Why don't you come here?
Come here, please, come.
(Paz laughs)
(water falling)
(Marco exhales)
(Marco breathes heavily)
(melancholic music becomes tense)
(Frederick) Everything alright?
(music stops)
(Marco) Yes.
(Frederick) We got to eat, come on!
(steps)
(Frederick) come on.
Coming.
Well, bon appetit.
(Marco sighs)
A little bit of wine.
(pouring wine)
(bottle on table)
(melancholic music)
(Marco) What about that tattoo?
(Frederick sighs)
(Frederick) I had it done recently.
Each one got a tattoo.
(Marco) You had them done together?
(sound forks)
Well, (Frederick sighs)
One day, we felt like it.
You felt like it?
(Frederick) I'm not saying
I'm a young man...
But sometimes you have to let yourself
be carried away
by the desire, why not?
(sound forks)
(Marco) What does it mean?
(Frederick) Look,
it says Paz
and there's a seagull.
(increasing hum)
She has the same seagull.
It's like an eternal promise
meeting here,
in this zone.
(more intense humming)
(sound forks isolated)
And hers, what does it mean?
(Frederick) Her tattoo means "Fe".
My initials:
Frederick Euzier.
You don't like it?
(hum disappears)
Yes.
(Frederick) We have to eat!
(Frederick laughs) It's good for you.
It makes you very, very hot.
(in English) And the best
(in Spanish) is that your wife
(in English) is going to thank me.
(Frederick laughs)
(ethereal music)
(sound of sea waves in the background)
(Frederick) You can walk in the morning.
But not after eleven o'clock.
Because there's water everywhere.
(birds singing)
(steps)
Look at the view over there!
(Frederick takes a deep breath)
So, at this moment,
what are you writing?
(iron tapping sound)
(footprints) (Marco) A historic novel.
(Frederick) Is that so? (Marco) Yes.
(Frederick) What is it about?
It's about a character who participated
in the War of Independence,
his name was Santiago Basora.
(Frederick states non-verbal)
(Marco) He was a troop commander.
(music fades out)
And the Dominican Independence
fighters (branch sound)
Yes.
Wanted his help
and he told them he
(branch break)
Would do so only if
if they abolished slavery.
Great, right?
Yes, I really like him because
he was very loyal to his principles.
And that really motivated me.
I think a human beings must be loyal
to what he does, to what he has,
to everything around him.
Yes...
I think so too but...
Fidelity isn't something natural
for us men and women.
You know?
Well... (Marco sighs)
(Marco) I think it is.
I think a human being can be loyal,
like the animals.
For instance, doves are loyal.
(laughing) Yeah, but we aren't doves!
(Marco) Yes, but infidelity impacts
the family,
(steps)
And the people you love.
(Frederick) I understand.
But there are certain cases
you can't control, you know?
Look, for example.
My girl, Paz.
She's pregnant, you understand?
She's pregnant?
(Frederick) Yes, pregnant.
But she doesn't know who the father is.
Her husband or me.
So, that's a fact of life.
She's not wrong but...
(phone rings)
(in french) Hello, darling.
(increasing hum)
Yes, of course.
(Frederick laughs)
(crashing wave)
(crashing wave)
Sure.
(intensified humming)
(distorted) Yes, we can go to Ibiza,
whatever you want.
(light dramatic music)
(crashing wave)
(crashing wave)
(humming and music stops)
What the hell are you doing?
(Marco) Do you think I'm a fool?
That's my wife! You want them all!
(in french) You're completely insane!
(hit with rock)
(Frederick falls)
(boat on the move)
(calm sea)
(Clara in French) The ambulance!
You must call number 15!
He's not okay?
I told you to leave him alone!
(water falling) (woman on
the phone) thanks for waiting
my name is July
How can I help you?
(Marco) I want to change my flight.
(fire)
(woman on the phone)
your flight code please
HK15.
Marcos Rodrguez.
- (woman) one moment please
- Yes.
(woman) will have an additional cost
Well, okay.
(dramatic music)
(steps)
(dramatic music disappears)
(barking in the background)
(Marco) Do you think I'm here for revenge?
Yes, that's why I'm here.
(Frederick takes a deep breath)
(Marco) You should be
thankful I saved your life.
In contrast, you ruined mine.
(silence)
It pains me.
It pains me to have been an asshole.
I didn't even give her a child.
And I only thought about me.
As if she didn't exist.
(Frederick) The person in the phone call
was my daughter.
(Marco takes a deep breath)
(Marco) That's the worst part.
At the end, you're a nice guy.
Neither Paz nor you were the problem.
(Frederick) But she loves you.
She loves you very much.
That's why she hasn't left you.
At least, I must be thankful about
the great woman she was.
She was?
What did you do to her? (Heavy blow)
Damn! What did you do?!
(Marco) -It was an accident...
-Accident?!
What do you mean?!
(Marco crying) they called to inform me
You're a liar!
Yes.
(Frederick) But she sent
me a message saying that...
(Marco) It was the phone of a "friend".
And that her husband suspected.
(Marco cries)
(melancholic music)
I would never hurt her.
I was madly in love with her.
(Marco sips snot)
But when I saw your messages
and your calls...
I decided to make this trip
(Marco cries)
To know who you were.
(Marco sips snot)
(Frederick sighs)
She was split in two.
(Frederick sighs)
I found this among her things.
(Marco sips snot)
I didn't open it out of respect.
The only thing that remains in my head is
whose child it was.
(heavy blow) Who cares?!
(Marco cries)
(tearful) Who cares?
Perhaps none at all.
Because it was...
It was hers.
(Frederick sighs)
I lost her.
(steps)
Marco.
(Frederick sighs)
(knock on the table)
(takes a deep breath)
(street atmosphere)
(music fades out)
(steps)
(man in french) Hey there, how are you?
I had so many things to share with her.
(melancholic music)
But in the end, unfortunately,
I think about her often.
We had so many projects
and nice memories together.
That's how it is, we must move on
after the moments that are gone
and after the moments that are
hard to forget as well.
What I miss the most,
what I regret the most
is not understanding her,
But how can I undo
all those things?
Projects
didn't allow us to carry them out them.
Well,
everyone has their own life,
with moments of weakness and burdens.
But she's gone.
So, sometimes, I go to
the cemetery and pray for her.
And I tell myself that she's there.
And that she will always
be looking over us.
(Marco sobs)
(background circus music)
(steps)
(phone ringing)
(phone stop ringing)
(guitar music)
(music fades out)
(plop)
(car horn)
(car slowing down)
(suitcase wheels)
(car running)
"It's for you too."
(sound of sea waves in the background)