"# They go away for a very long time, # in the mist or in the wind." "# Like the clouds, # they're going on a journey, # the sailors leave the port." "# I think that the sailors go away, # to listen to the song, # of the mermaid with long hair, # and I think that she sang for them." "During the war, Captain Louis Maréchal commanded a resistance network." "He organized passages to England and these crossings were aboard the Mary-Morgane." "The skipper was Joseph Théphanie." "On 23rd January 1944, Louis Maréchal is in England," "The Mary-Morgane returns from one of her trips, and Joseph Théphanie is interrogated by the militia." "The same day, a little later," "Claire and Gilles Maréchal are arrested at Morsan." "Upon liberation, Joseph Théphanie is tried for treason and acquitted." "However, a year later, he was found dead at the bottom of the cliff." "Accident, murder or suicide?" "It's not known." "all this, Sébastien has learned from Jonathan." "Jonathan, who talks about Gilles and Clarisse when they were 16, and 15 years old." "They managed to spend long periods in the attic at Morsan." "Put this on your head, Clarisse." "No, it doesn't suit me, I'm too old to dress up." "You're silly." "You know what you look like?" "No." "Mary-Morgane." "Do you know that Mary-Morgane was the queen of the city of Ys?" "Did he tell you?" "A bad queen, a demon, a wicked person." "A mermaid." "The daughter of the sea, who washes her hair... blond like gold in the midday sun," "And whose songs are plaintive as the waves." "Mary-Morgane lures sailors to the bottom of the sea, the sailors who find her beautiful." "Gilles died because he was too fond of the sea." "Those who love the sea remain near her, and she kills them." "Clarisse, you're off again but I don't know where." "Sorry." "I won't do it again." "You promise." "You promise, but you never keep your promises." "Yet it's me who brought you into the attic, like you wanted." "That's right, it was you who took me into this attic," "Because it's an attic like any other." "Anyone can enter this attic." "Clarisse, I'll get them out of your head, your thoughts." "My thoughts?" "Yes." "You're no more crazy than me." "I'll get them out of your head, your ghosts." "Clarisse, why did you love him so much, your Gilles?" "It's late, I have to go down, the Captain will return and nothing is ready." "No, no." "I'll help you, it'll be quicker." "Ah say, what a funny dress!" "It's always been in that trunk." "This is where Gilles found it." "I think it was an old dress of his mothers." "One day, you see, he cut some of the fringe to make this headdress." "For you?" "For an idea." "He said it was the hair of Mary-Morgane." "Was he the sailor who is shipwrecked?" "And he met the mermaid at the bottom of the sea?" "The mermaid, was that you?" "Yes." "How did you guess?" "Sometimes I have ideas, too, you know." "Don't pull too hard." "Are you afraid I'll break it?" "He engraved his initials on it." "Where?" "See!" "Alongside, he even scored Clarisse." "He didn't." "I swear." "Look." "You know it very well, besides." "I've done better than that." "But Gilles was very young, he was younger than you." "He hurt himself cutting the branch." "Do you remember everything, with all the details for each thing?" "Yes." "Come on." "I think we'd better go down." "Clarisse, if you really need someone making up stories," "I'll make up some new ones." "You shouldn't think any more about this one." "Come on." "After all, it was only ever a big muddle." "One day I'll take you to Jonquières, to my home." "Are you listening, Clarisse?" "You'll see, it's filled with elder trees, everywhere." "First, you'll see how sunny it is, and then after..." "You hear, I think it's the Captain." "What's the matter with you?" "Well..." "I forgot to tell him that we'd met on the bus." "Nevermind." "But I didn't tell him that you were going to come to Morsan." "I entrust you in these diplomatic missions..." "Hello, anyway." "How are you?" "Fine." "It's him who isn't well." "His leg." "He says it bothers him." "I've no doubt." "If he calls me, it has to be bad." "Hello, Clarisse." "Hello, Doctor." "The Captain's not back yet." "How come he isn't back yet, I thought he was in bed?" "He was at the shipyard." "With severe gout, he must be suffering." "If you'd like to wait." "Do we offer him a drink?" "I think I'd have thought of it." "All right." "Nice to see you, Doctor, do sit down." "Have you seen what fell into our laps the other stormy night?" "Watch out, he's inquisitive." "I've never seen anyone ask so many questions." "I'm not inquisitive, I'm trying to understand." "How long have you known them?" "The first time I came to Morsan, I wore short trousers." "So you knew her." "Yes." "Photos of her, they're everywhere in the house, to give you a head like this!" "Was she nice?" "Very nice." "And very sweet too." "And her son?" "He resembled her a lot." "Ah, thank you, Clarisse." "And how was Clarisse?" "Very thin, with long brown braids and with her head in the clouds." "Her mother had brought her with her when she joined Mme Maréchal's service." "And what happened to her mother?" "Jonathan's right, you ask too many questions." "It's so strange, Morsan." "If I knew everything, I'd understand." "Clarisse's mother left one day leaving her daughter at Morsan." "It's Mme Maréchal who raised the girl." "She loved her very much." "Gilles also loved Clarisse." "Even more." "Yes." "They were almost the same age, the two of them." "I don't think it's a question of age." "I also like Clarisse." "I'm healing her." "You're healing her?" "Yes." "I'm healing her mind." "I'm putting her back on her feet." "It's much harder than people think." "Ah, now, this time I believe it's them." "It's the Captain and M. Walther." "Come on, Roxane." "They're here!" "You can call me at any hour of the night if necessary." "The doctor's here." "Well, so much the better." "Goodbye, Walther." "Are you eating with us?" "Not this evening." "Too bad." "Say, M. Walther, can you say good night from me to Siza?" "I mean, to Miss Sophie Virginie." "I certainly will." "Thank you." "Did you have a good day, my boy?" "I went fishing with Jonathan, then in the cellar with Roxane, and then... in the attic with Clarisse." "No, it's okay." "he's sturdy, the youngster." "No news of the Narval?" "No." "Ah!" "Good evening." "I've work for you, doctor." "Does it happen often, this pain in the left arm?" "From time to time." "You should have an electrocardiogram and totally cut out coffee and tobacco." "Leave my heart alone and take care of my leg." "I can't do better than last time, I give you a treatment but you don't follow it." "You drown me in drugs that are useless!" "Your father did things differently." "My father's never treated you, you weren't sick." "I'm no worse than before..." "Oh dear, oh dear!" "Can't you give me an injection or something?" "Yes." "What are you waiting for?" "You'll get relief for a day or two and then it'll be worse." "Afterwards, we'll see." "I'll take all the drugs you want." "The main thing is that you make sure that I'm well tomorrow." "Troubles at the shipyard?" "Lemoigne had an accident on the Narval." "Didn't you know?" "Of course." "Everyone's talking about it." "Well then!" "I'm starting to get hungry." "What?" "I'm hungry." "It shows." "Roxane!" "Come." "Maybe I should go and get them?" "You were told not to disturb them." "Look, did you see how tired the Captain was when he returned?" "He should have an early dinner and go to bed." "The doctor should know that." "I'll tell him." "Mind your own business, eh!" "Exactly, it is my business." "What?" "He no longer has a wife or son." "He needs someone to take care of him." "He already has a bad leg, I don't want him to get even more ill." "This isn't the time, with the worries he has." "Six of clubs!" "And your king, mule head!" "You don't know how to play solitaire, Jonathan." "Are you doing it for a reason?" "Of course!" "It's not worth continuing, you're stuck." "Don't say things like that!" "Are you doing it because of the Captain?" "Because of him, yes." "And for those who are at sea, mostly." "Is it about the Narval, you're thinking?" "About the Narval, and the guys on board, in a storm." "You can't imagine what it's like." "Jonathan?" "Yes?" "Try again." "It will succeed." "I'll help you." "They're coming down now." "Dinner time, Sébastien." "We'll succeed, we'll do it later, or tomorrow." "Anyway, don't worry, it'll succeed." "I'll cheat." "It seems Lemoigne is settled in his bunk, he's suffering from his head and will no longer stir a limb." "What can it be?" "Huh?" "Is it serious?" "I'd have to see him to tell." "Seeing him, that's a good one!" "It won't happen tomorrow." "Meanwhile, tempers flare." "And you know how they are." "At sea, you look after yourself, but ashore it's panic." "When we don't know anything, we imagine, and imagine the worst." "What are they saying?" "Oh... the bad weather, the rusty ladder..." "And all this is my fault!" "The Narval is an old ship, I know nothing of modern fishing, and I make them take unnecessary risks." "I've heard that song before!" "The most disappointing is the Walther girl." "Sophie Virginie?" "Yes." "She puts all her hopes... in this greenhorn that her father was foolish enough to engage as mate." "A boy who's talked about whenever he comes ashore." "He has so many qualities that Walther didn't even dare to admit... that he'd hired him." "He's a good sailor." "Possibly." "You don't want me to leave 60 guys and a ship, under the responsibility of a Gwen Théphanie?" "His name means nothing." "Oh!" "But a name, it always means something." "Look at this kid." "He has the qualities and defects of a Maréchal." "He is stubborn, abrupt, occasionally, he may be stupid, but he's no coward." "The Théphanie's are cowards." "Go to bed, you." "Is a Maréchal obliged to obey?" "When it's me calling the shots, yes." "The Maréchal's are very proud, I think." "Good night, Captain." "Good night." "Sleep well, boy." "Good night, Doctor." "Good night, young man." "Come on." "The dog has adopted him." "It's not only the dog." "It's true, yes." "Roxane, come here." "Come!" "Jump." "Come On!" "That's it." "It's missing one of the Captain." "And one of Siza also." "A big one." "Hey Roxane, won't you leave me a little space?" "Come On!" "It's true that she doesn't understand anything at all, Siza." "He's going to need me to tell her." "You should go to bed." "You already stayed up last night." "It's pointless being here." "I don't know how I would sleep with the news we got?" "But even so... a ship like that, looks after itself." "A good chap, Lemoigne." "One of our best captains, whatever you say." "I only said that he was taking risks." "And you know why." "As for Gwen, I'd have done well to never have employed him." "You couldn't do otherwise." "There are still injustices that we must try to repair." "There is a boss in this firm, his name is Louis Maréchal, and he has his views." "Fair or unfair, they're entitled to respect." "You always defend him, even when he's wrong." "It's not for you to judge whether he's right or wrong." "You're too young and can't understand." "He cannot forget and he cannot help being unfair." "You see, even you admit that he is." "Gwen is of my generation, he has nothing to do with what happened during the war." "And I love him, it's true." "Even if I didn't love him, I'd defend him." "You were in agreement with me when Lemoigne spoke to you about hiring Gwen, you were very satisfied." "And now you give in." "You condone it." "You relieve Gwen of his command and appoint a deckhand to replace him." "And you're always talking about loyalty." "One-sided loyalty to Louis Maréchal!" "I'm going for a walk." "What are you doing here, Bernard?" "Nothing." "You'd better head home." "Don't worry about your father." "As soon as he comes home, they'll treat him, and he'll be fine." "He's tough, Lemoigne." "He'll hold up." "As for catches, he'll make many more after this one, don't worry." "Come on, eh!" "A little courage." "Hey, do you think he'd like to see you hanging about like this, your father?" "[Maréchal - murderer]" "Go home, Bernard." "You know, it isn't hanging about all night that'll bring back your father." "They've just called the Saint Lys station." "There's a fire aboard the Narval." "It started on the bridge, they don't know exactly how." "The radio operator's injured and Gwen's replaced him." "It seems that the radar is useless." "And the fog..." "[Maréchal - murderer]" "We must clean it before daylight." "Why clean it, because it's true." "That's enough Siza, this is not the time to have a nervous breakdown." "Find me a cloth and wash it off." "Hello!" "Hello!" "There's a fire aboard the Narval, Captain." "The radar no longer works." "And for help, they can no longer count on the Surcouf, it's still 50 miles away." "Two helicopters took off from their base in Greenland." "They'll fly over the area." "With them, we have a chance." "Hello!" "Hello, Captain!" "Hello!" "Hello!" "Yes, I'll come right away." "What's up?" "Can't you sleep?" "I heard the phone, so I came." "If you have troubles," "I can also understand them, like anyone else." "Go get dressed." "I'll take you." "Hello, yes!" "I want the shipping station, Saint-Lys, Miss." "An emergency, yes." "Here he is." "# I think that the sailors go away, # to listen to the song, # of the mermaid with long hair, # and I think that she sang for them." "# However, if I were a sailor, # maybe one fine morning, # on lifting the trawl net, # like you don't see anymore," "# I would catch the mermaid, # the mermaid with long hair."