My first trip away from Quebec…
And I am surely in the most beautiful place in the world.
We met the most interesting man on the flight from Delhi.
He is French I think…
…but so at ease here.
Sometimes I find him looking at me.
In a way he ought not.
And I find myself wishing that I had not come here with Jules at all.
See you later, Marie-Andrèe.
Are you sure there's nothing I can do for you?
No, Marie-Andrèe.
Please…
…enjoy your holiday.
I insist.
Look that way again.
To your right.
That’s great.
It must have been very painful.
They said I might not walk again.
Then they didn't see the strength in you.
Forgive my impertinence…
You ought to be with someone who sees you the way you are, Marie-Andrèe…
Not the way you see yourself…
Because you are beautiful.
Please can you bring it?
Yes.
Thank you.
My sweet Marie-Andrèe.
Each day we have been apart has been torment…
…but at last I will hold your body to mine.
I love you, my Marie.
Now fly to me in Bangkok and be mine.
My beloved Alain…
My priest tells me that a wasted life is a sin.
He understands what meeting you means in a way my family do not.
But I say goodbye to them. And I fly to you.
Hungry for your touch and all that the next few weeks may hold.
Sending you kisses. Your Marie-Andrée.
Give me your bag. Let’s go.
A two-week holiday has become three weeks of torment.
But I refuse to go home.
Even though he still has not shown me the intimacy I crave.
The thought of returning home to my sad bedroom…
and sanctimonious relief of my parents, fills me with dread.
Can you lend me one hundred dollars?
Okay.
His name is Frankie.
But you can change it if you like.
I like the name.
You’re cute!
I thought you could…
…wear this at the beach.
I thought we'd go for a few days.
Would you like that?
Is this a test?
Shouldn’t we help her?
To Monique.
Isn’t it late to visit?
Lock the door.
The door. The door.
Curtains too.
Are they dead?
No, they are not dead.
Did you do this?
Showing tourists around, Siemons?
Have you ever been a photographer?
Alain.
Is that your name?
Yes, Alain…
Just as you are Monique.
And as I am Marie-Andrèe?
See, on my balcony?
My husband Remi's chef's whites.
He leaves them there so the sweat dries in the sun.
I bet Alain doesn't leave his pants out to dry.
Where did you two meet?
Lake Dal.
I was doing a fashion shoot.
That's so romantic.
It's Alain.
Mind the step.
This is Dominique.
I met him in Chiang Mai.
I don't know what he ate there but he’s not well.
But I had to help him.
Monique, my wife.
Nice to meet you.
See you.
You don't get jealous?
It is Alain.
It is who he is…
And I don't want him any different.
I don't know how you do it…
You're too sophisticated to be Quebecois.
Shall we dance?
I promise you, my love.
We are safe.
Who is she?
She works for Alain.
I have no feelings for her.
Absolutely nothing.
I'm pragmatic.
Suda for her gems.
And the Colonel to protect us.
You and me and everything we do.
Please, my love.
Free your mind from jealousy and suspicion.
It's a bourgeois curse.
You are above that.
You are Monique now. Not Marie-Andrèe anymore.
How you doing?
Going to work already?
Alas…
He won’t take his medicine.
Should Monique care about the things she fears he does?
Marie is terrified, but Monique has to stay calm.
Can I play this role forever?
Knowing all that I know?
Monique…
Where are they taking him?
The hospital.
He's very sick.
Knowing also that I have been sharing him all along?
And that I must continue to do so without complaint?
Marie-Andrèe is screaming for it to stop.
But Monique…
…she just cannot.
Please, Alain!