Goodbye Emmanuelle

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Emmanuelle loves

caresses of the mouth and hand

Emmanuelle loves the intellectuals

and the laborers

Emmanuelle did not learn

loving from books

Emmanuelle needs her annual

dose of "I love you"

Good morning, Angelique.

Stop it, Seraphin.

Is Madame Emmanuelle here?

She's upstairs.

- How are you?

- Fine.

- Madame Emmanuelle?

- Yes, is that you, Angelique?

- Yes.

- Come in.

- Hello, how are you?

- Fine, and you?

I'm fine.

- I've brought your dress.

- Perfect.

Congratulations, Angelique.

It's perfect.

I could adjust it just

a little bit more here. Wait.

Ouch, you pricked me.

One must suffer to

be beautiful.

Where did you learn that,

with the nuns?

Just a little. It's much better

this way.

You were right. Can you help me

take it off?

It's almost nothing.

You'll have it tomorrow.

Thank you. Do you know

what's important in a dress?

It should show just enough

but not too much...

...so that men want to see more.

That's just like you.

That's all you think about.

Don't you?

Yes, but I'm not nearly

as successful as you.

What are you saying?!

Do you know that Jean

is very attracted to you?

Really?

Would you like to make

love with him?

- Wouldn't you be jealous?

- No.

I'm happy so long as he is.

And besides... I like you.

You're something else.

That must be him.

- I must be off.

- No, stay.

We'll surprise him.

- Good morning, Sir.

- Can you fix me a drink?

- Yes, Sir.

- Thank you.

- Who's with Madame?

- Angelique, Sir.

- The seamstress?

- Yes.

Angelique.

Congratulations.

Oh, my... I hope my husband

isn't home already.

Are you happy with him?

He's very jealous.

Does he make love to you well?

Every day, but too fast. He's not like

Mr. Jean. He knows how to handle it.

I didn't know it was so pleasant

when we were three.

My dear Sir. You'd never guess

what happened to us.

As we drove past the botanical

gardens, we ran over a bird.

- Mr. Celadon's parrot.

- Who's Mr. Celadon?

He had a broken leg.

We took him to the vet.

He wasn't there.

He had gone to Sans Souci to

treat a dog. So we went there.

He put a cast on his leg.

We waited for the cast to dry.

Where is this parrot?

We brought him back to Mr. Celadon.

Who's Mr. Celadon?

The fruit and vegetable vendor.

The one with the wooden leg.

- That's why Angelique is so late.

- What a story!

Florence had prepared a

delicious fish tartar.

It was raw tuna in lime juice...

...with a touch of nutmeg

and pistachios.

Cordier maintains it's

a strong aphrodisiac.

Not surprising

coming from him.

I like Cordier, after all.

He's sexually obsessed, but

he has no other ambition in life.

Not even money.

It's rare, don't you think?

- You live there now, don't you?

- Yes, so to speak.

- You can start painting again.

- Of course.

Nicolas, put on your hat.

Guillaume, tell him to put on his hat.

Nicolas, will you listen

to your mother, please?

Look who's coming with Gerard?

I'd like you to meet Vanessa.

She's a stewardess with B.A.

She's leaving tonight.

She didn't know where

to bathe.

- Your first time in the Seychelles?

- Yes.

You really have to know the place

to find the ocean here.

- What did she say?

- Nothing, it's just a joke.

There's a place where you can change.

Follow me.

It's not necessary.

I'm wearing my bathing suit.

You know I waited for you

last night at the disco.

There were people over for dinner.

It ended very late.

Florence couldn't stay awake.

We all went to bed.

Of course.

- Your little brother is so puritan.

- It runs in the family.

Vanessa! The sun is very dangerous

this time of day.

Let me rub on some cocoa oil.

- Is that good?

- Trust me. I'm a doctor.

- What's new, Gerard?

- Nothing much. The usual.

I heard they're going to shoot

a film in the area.

- A film?

- That's what I heard, too.

Some sort of Robinson Crusoe story...

It's in fashion right now in Europe...

the return to the wild.

We should eliminate travel agencies.

Don't complain.

This is still paradise on earth.

Seychelles, jewel of the ocean...

Seychelles, darling location...

What's the matter?

I've had it.

He goes after all the women... look.

It's provocation. It's lousy...

Why does he do that?

What if it amuses him?

I'm not like you... I can't accept it.

Aren't you being too dramatic?

It's not serious.

You know, if it weren't for the kids,

I'd have left him long ago.

Clara isn't liberated, that's all.

It made me sad, really.

She looked at the end of her rope.

I don't feel sorry for her.

She's too possessive,

and lives with the fear of losing him.

But maybe he didn't handle it

right with her.

I'm sure she doesn't like

making love.

But when we see such a couple...

...I think it's right

to live the way we do.

By the way, I have

a surprise for you.

Who?

The tall Swede from

the yacht club.

I saw how you looked at him

during the regatta.

He wants to build a house so I told him

about the rocks at Tatamaka.

I told him you would accompany him.

So?

He went by, like the Phantom Ship...

He saw me.

He stared at me.

It was that look of his

that gave me an orgasm...

...while the Swede was

making love to me.

It was a strange pleasure...

Almost painful.

Can you still see him?

Yes.

Don't lose him! Don't lose him!

- This boat here.

- Yes.

I rented it to a Frenchman the

whole day, yesterday.

- Do you know his name?

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