The Blue Shutters (Les volets bleus)

Come, it's wonderful here!

We've got good prices! 40 francs per kilo. They're alive.

Look how pretty, how lively it is!

Madam. Look...

You're not on a diet? You're like that naturally. Not bad.

It's the last of our beautiful whitings. Look, madam.

They're all gone. These are the last slices.

Alright, the last of the Mohicans. Come closer and have a look.

Look, sir. Only 40 francs a kilo.

If you're tired now, what will you be later?

Madam?

Excuse me...

Marinette?

Ciao, Bella!

- Is it open? - Of course. Come up.

I was expecting you.

About the cards... I'll just draw one deck for you

because once I get started, we'll be at it till tomorrow.

Alright. If you prefer.

Auntie Marinette, I'm bringing your pins back.

Thank you, sweetie.

Leave them there, on the window sill.

Be a good girl and close the shutters.

She's my little neighbor.

I can't babysit you for today, sweetie. My friend is here.

Never mind, I'll be back later.

Bye.

There. I'll leave it on low.

And we're ready.

Tell me, Anne, you don't want to sleep here?

No thanks, Marinette, but... I have no plans, no schedule.

I prefer staying at the hotel. I've put my life on hold.

I'd like you to draw them for me.

What, the cards? You haven't changed, have you?

Which would you like?

Belline Tarot?

My English deck? Astrocards?

The Marseilles Tarot, naturally.

- It's your favorite, isn't it? - Of course.

That's my little lover.

Hi, Jean not.

You've got a visitor, Miss Marinette?

Yes. You wanted to see me, Garry?

Well yeah. It's about the battery.

Your eldest is not the sharpest tool in the box.

What can I do? You can repair my battery some other day.

I can't right now.

Too bad.

Alright. Come back another day, Garry.

- Goodbye, ladies. - Ciao, handsome.

Prosperity at the end of your journey.

You see? The crown awaits you.

But listen. Be wary... of a woman who holds power.

She reigns over everything.

But you can destroy her. The other cards give you the strength.

That's a silly pattern. Luckily I don't believe in it at all.

- Isn't that the Death card? - You didn't draw Death.

When you don't know a thing about the Tarot,

you'll make completely wrong mistakes.

Anne...

Is it you?

Do I seem older to you?

I find you... stylish.

Stylish? Older? What horrible words.

First of all, you should say "mature".

Yes, I would have recognized you.

A bit plumper, though.

Oh well.

Nonsense. Shall we have a drink then?

We haven't seen each other since... I don't know...

It's been seven years at least.

And now, just like that, you decide what I like?

I suppose you also want me?

What a man!

Ah, Marseilles!

But Sir, this is so sudden!

I wouldn't dare to understand your intentions.

But do understand, old dear. Understand me well.

I am taking you to bed.

To bed? To bed, how dread full!

To bed”? How sweet!

Then it's agreed. Let's go.

But we have all the time in the world. You're outrageous!

Why are we headed for Carry?

Is it still your fiefdom?

No, that's over.

My parents no longer live there.

But I like coming back here.

It's wilder than on the other side.

And.

I'm showing you the country.

Since you told me you're here as a tourist.

Yeah, but I don't have a swimsuit and have no wish to go in the water.

- Hello, Francis. - How are you, little brother?

- Fine, thanks. - What you will have?

- Well? What will you have? - What will I have? Wait.

- Wait, I'm thinking. - Take your time.

A decaffeinated café liégeois, please.

One mint water and one liégeois, but I don't know if...

Decaffeinated?

You fool!

Is your colleague from Paris, by any chance?

Yes, you know how it is.

Listen, Miss, everything here is regular. The coffee and the liégeois.

But you know, it's quite straightforward.

You put ice cream over the coffee, and whipped cream on top.

You just have to make decaf instead of espresso.

Okay, Francis. We'll settle for the regular lieégeois. It'll do.

That's fine, since I don't have a choice.

My heart will start pounding, and I didn't bring my Crataegus.

Yes, but if your heart must pound

it'll be for me, I hope. I'll find out.

I see. On that note, dear chauvinist...

Where are we going?

For our future lovemaking. Surely you haven't forgotten?

I don't know.

In any case, not at the hotel.

But for a short-lived love story,

isn't a hotel just what we need?

No? Okay, he doesn't like it.

Personally, I'd love it.

Here you are, Sir, Madam.

- Thank you, Francis. - You're welcome.

Not on the beach, though. I'm not the camping type.

I hate sand which gets in everywhere, insidious tar,

- having the sun in my eyes, wind in... - Stop!

I see only one solution to this delicate situation.

My place, beautiful.

Your place? Where is that? In Aix?

No, in my former room. In Marseilles, don't you remember?

The room you rented as a student? The one you never showed me?

You still have it?

For what it costs me! I like that place.

It's where I left my books. No one ever sets foot in there.

Except my landlady, who insists on tidying it up.

She is delighted. I'm the ideal tenant.

I've kept it for myself. Shall I invite you over?

Of course. It's convenient.

- I wonder if the hotel wouldn't have suited me better. - Oh, really?

It's where summer goes on.

Until it suddenly blows up in your face.

How about a walk to the beach?

We could find a creek. On the Gard.

Cuddles in the creek!

Creeks, cuddles!

Creeks in the cuddles!

It's very intimate here.

The last I came, there were people swimming in their dinner jackets.

But they don't bother me.

We're ridiculous with our clothes on.

Are we? I'd love to see that.

After all, we could also go for a swim, don't you think?

I already told you: The sea doesn't inspire me.

It's not because I'm prudish.

I don't care for it at all.

I don't know why you came.

But this time, I've got you.

I feel dizzy.

It's the scent of your skin.

I remember your skin.

Always this mix of light tobacco and your subtle amber scent.

Like a Latin lover.

- You haven't changed. - And you're beautiful.

Even more beautiful than before.

I'm still quite disturbed by your beauty.

It's too pretty around here. Too perfect.

Can't we throw in some Parisian grayness?

Dim the lights, especially.

This brightness drowning everything is almost unbearable.

It bleaches your eyelids enough to make me believe in your innocence.

In your sincerity.

You're beautiful.

And mad.

So mad to have left and not waited for me.

Mad to be here now.

Because it's too late.

I'll keep you.

Stay.

We can't help it.

There is no rush.

I've got light years for you.

How could I have let you go?

Let go of me.

We're ridiculous.

We're not fifteen anymore, you know?

And you didn't even let me go.

You had no claim over me.

Don't start again.

I was in love with you. You know that.

Well? Are we done playing games?

Can we love each other in a decent place?

We've wasted enough time, Miss.

We shouldn't wear ourselves out.

You childish angel, admit that you can no longer move.

Paralyzed by my warmth. Admit it, my love.

Believe me, never.

Okay, Anne. We'll stop, if you prefer.

Come, I'll drive you back.

It's silly, I know.

But I'm allowed to play hard to get, aren't 1?