Gabriel's Rapture (2020) - full transcript

Beatrice.

You were my first kiss.

Beatrice, wait.

Wait! Wait!

Beatrice!

What the hell

are you doing here?

Better?

- Hi, Julia.

- Princeton was great.

I'm back in town,

let's try to grab sushi.

Hope all is well.

I've come down with the flu

and am catching up on sleep.

I'll call you when I'm

feeling better.

- Julianne... Um, Julia.

- It's Gabriel.

I'm standing outside

your building.

I wish we could go back

to this morning,

and I could tell you that

I've never seen anything

more beautiful than you

in my kitchen, happy.

That I'm incredibly lucky

that your rescued me

and... and stayed with me

all night.

That I'm an idiot,

and I don't deserve

your kindness.

I should never have

let you go this morning.

I should have begged you

to stay.

I know I hurt you...

and I'm sorry.

Please, Julia,

we need to talk about your note.

There are things

I need to explain to you.

I want to fix this.

Please. Call me.

I left something on your porch.

Did you see it?

Did you read the card?

I want to make it all up to you.

I remember kissing you.

You kissed me back.

Didn't you feel it?

There is something between us.

You can't expect me to

uncover your true identity

and not talk to you about it.

All I'm asking for is

one conversation.

You owe me that much.

Dr. Emerson,

Stop harassing me.

I don't want you anymore.

I don't even want to know you.

If you don't leave me alone,

I'll be forced to file

a harassment claim against you.

I need a new thesis director.

Regards,

Miss Julia. H. Mitchell.

P.S. I'll be returning

the M.P. Emerson bursary.

Congratulations,

Professor Abelard.

No one has ever made me feel

as cheap as you did

Sunday morning.

I understand you're

angry and hurt...

and I'm the cause of

your pain, but...

that bursary was given to you

because you deserve it.

Don't punish me by

punishing yourself.

I've found you a new advisor.

Professor Katherine Picton

is a friend of mine.

She's agreed to meet you.

I'm sorry you don't want to

know me anymore.

Abelard truly cared for Heloise.

He also hurt her,

as I have hurt you.

But he was deeply sorry.

Read Abelard's sixth letter

and see if that alters your

perception of him and me.

I'll spend the rest of my life

regretting the fact that I wasted

my second chance to know you.

I will always be

conscious of your absence.

I won't bother you again.

Goodbye...

Julianne.

Bastard!

Hey, gorgeous. Whoa.

Didn't mean to scare you.

- What's that?

- Junk mail.

Looking forward to

Emerson's seminar?

- Should be good.

- I don't know about that.

He's been in a foul mood

for days.

I don't want a repeat of what

happened last time he was like this.

I, uh, got you something

from Princeton.

Please don't give it back.

I know you don't have

a nice key ring, and...

I wanted you to know I was

thinking of you while I was gone.

Thank you, Paul.

I missed you too.

You're welcome, Rabbit.

Maybe we can grab coffee after?

Sure, that sounds great.

Miss Mitchell.

I need to speak with you

after class.

Please.

Sorry, Professor,

I have an urgent meeting right after class

that I can't miss.

Of course.

Please e-mail me

and set up a time.

Of course, Professor.

Another time.

Today, I will be...

Today, I will be examining

the relationship between

Dante and Beatrice.

Particularly,

what transpired when Dante met Beatrice

the second time

and she rejected him.

Beatrice represents many things

for Dante.

They meet twice.

My question is...

where was Beatrice,

and what was she doing in between

her two meetings with Dante?

Dante waited years for her.

She knew where he lived.

She knew his family.

She was friendly with them.

If she cared about him,

why did she make no attempt

to contact him?

I would say that

the answer is obvious.

Dante cared for Beatrice,

but Beatrice cared nothing

for Dante.

Their relationship was

entirely one-sided.

Yes, Miss Mitchell.

This assessment of Beatrice

is really arrogant and

self serving, professor.

Are you crazy?

Why blame Beatrice?

She's the victim in all of this.

Dante met her when she was

under eighteen.

It wasn't possible for them

to be together,

unless he's a pedophile.

Are you telling us that Dante

is a pedophile, professor?

Of course not.

He had true affection for her.

If she had ever had

the courage to ask him,

he would have told her that.

Everything in Dante's later life

revolves around sex.

He certainly isn't sitting at

home alone on a Saturday night

waiting for Beatrice.

So he must have not

cared for her.

He needed companionship,

Miss Mitchell.

And if it makes it

any more... palatable,

those women were just

helpful friends.

Friends?

More like pelvic affiliates.

Friends help each other.

They don't feed

sexual addiction.

His love for Beatrice

never diminished.

He simply despaired

waiting for her to show up.

And that was her fault.

Not his.

If that's love,

I'll take hatred.

I think you've made your point,

Miss Mitchell.

Oh, I don't think I have.

It's commonly known that

Dante's dalliances

were anonymous and tawdry.

That doesn't sound like someone

who would appeal to Beatrice.

Not to mention the fact that

he has a mistress named Paulina.

Paulina?

Who's Paulina?

Um, uh...

A woman in Philadelphia found

evidence of that relationship.

Anyway, if Beatrice didn't want

Dante and rejected him,

it was justified.

Dante was a self-absorbed,

cruel, arrogant slut

who treated women like toys

for his own personal amusement.

The language Dante uses

for his first meeting

with Beatrice is dreamlike.

For personal reasons...

For personal reasons,

he doesn't trust his senses.

He's not sure who she is.

One theory is Dante thought

Beatrice was...

an angel.

Beatrice is wrong in assuming

that he remembered everything

from their first meeting.

Wouldn't seeing her again

jar his memory?

Or was he too drunk to try?

That's enough.

Can we get back to this

Paulina mistress?

Paulina is irrelevant

and has no real bearing on

today's discussion,

Miss Peterson.

I disagree.

She was either

his mistress or his fuck buddy.

Class is dismissed!

In my office,

Miss Mitchell. Now!

If you were anyone else,

I'd have you expelled.

Your disrespectful attitude

is unacceptable.

On top of that,

I can't even begin to express

the anger I have over

what you said about Paulina.

You are never to

speak about her again.

Do I make myself clear?

Do I make myself clear?

Yes.

I think you wanted me to

lose my temper and make a scene,

so you'd be justified

in running way.

You wanted me to behave like

every other abusive asshole

that has knocked you around.

Well, I'm not

an abusive asshole.

What happened today in my class

will never happen again.

Understand?

I'll apologize to the class.

You will do no such thing.

That would only bring more

attention to us and lead to gossip.

Gossip neither one of us wants.

Is this a game to you?

You left a bra in my mailbox.

- I thought...

- Use your head!

I wasn't about to

leave it on your porch.

I started this clusterfuck

by changing my lecture,

but you finished it with the

equivalent of a hydrogen bomb.

We're going to pretend

this debacle never happened,

and hope that the other students

are too wrapped up in their

own lives to notice anything.

Have you returned the bursary?

- No.

- Good. And you won't.

Returning it now will only draw

criticism for the both of us.

Take the money.

Did you listen to any of

the messages I left?

But you don't believe me.

You seem to be the only person

capable of pushing

all my buttons,

and I do mean all of them.

Look at me.

Why can't you just tell me

what you want, Julianne?

Or do you only answer to Rabbit?

Fine. I give up.

Paul can have you.

So all of this agony

was for nothing?

- You were cruel.

- So were you.

- You hurt me.

- And you hurt me.

Is revenge everything

you dreamed it might be?

You're a coward.

I'm not a coward.

You're the one who's leaving.

You're sending me to him.

Like hell I am.

I'm just a student.

You have all the power,

you could destroy me.

You think I'd destroy you?

After our history?

You think this is what I want?

I'm miserable.

Seeing you again after all this

time and seeing you like this?

You never gave me a chance.

How the hell would I know

what you want

when you won't fucking

talk to me?!

Shouting at me won't

persuade me to talk to you!

Tell me that you want me,

or get out.

I've never wanted anyone else.

Darling, you all right?

I think so.

Beatrice.

This is wrong.

You're my professor.

I'm going to protect you.

I promise you.

Come with me.

- Paul's waiting.

- Fuck Paul.

He's my only friend in Toronto.

I'd like to be your friend.

Gabriel, this is dangerous.

I love the way you

say my name, Beatrice.

I'm not Beatrice.

These delusions have to stop.

Julianne, I've waited

six years to talk to you.

I won't wait any longer.

I'm taking you home...

with me.

What are you doing?

I'm texting Paul.

To cancel.

I'm going to make dinner,

but I need to step out

and pick up a few things.

Will you be all right?

Of course.

Promise me you won't leave.

I promise.

Julianne.

Come.

Are you pleased?

It's beautiful.

Allow me.

My dear Julianne,

if you wish to know

how I feel about you,

just ask me.

Yours, Gabriel.

No champagne?

You might find this

hard to believe, but...

I don't drink all the time.

We'll save the rest

for mimosas tomorrow.

Breakfast?

You're very sure of

yourself, Casanova.

Your virtue is safe with me.

I won't let your darkness

consume me.

So you think darkness

can consume light?

That's an interesting theory.

I just threw some of my

darkness on those candles,

and nothing happened.

Don't be so damned

condescending.

You know what I mean.

Julianne, I won't lie to you

and say that

I'm not attracted to

your luminosity.

But I have no wish

to consume you.

If I am the darkness, then...

Then you're the stars.

I won't let you fuck me.

I would never fuck you.

One doesn't fuck an angel.

Then what does someone like you

do with an angel?

Someone like me

would cherish her.

Try to get to know her.

Start by being friends, perhaps.

Is it too hard to believe that

I want to take my time?

That I want to know you?

Yes.

Julianne, this is new to me.

Your prejudice is warranted

to some degree, but...

But don't deliberately

try my patience.

I know you're partial

to chocolate.

You need to let me feed you.

I'm not a child.

Then stop acting like one.

Trust me. Please.

Mmmmm.

Mmm.

The act of feeding someone is the

ultimate act of care and affection.

Sharing yourself with

someone else through food.

Think about it.

We are fed in the Eucharist.

By our mothers

when we are infants.

By our parents

when we are children.

By friends...

at dinner parties.

By a lover...

when we feast on

one another's bodies.

And, on occasion...

when we feast on

one another's souls.

Don't you want me to feed you?

You don't want to

feast on my body,

but at least feast on my cake.

- Last chance.

- I...

That wasn't so bad, was it?

May I?

See how nice it is

to be cared for?

See how nice it is...

to be cared for by me?

Spend the night with me.

What about our conversation?

We've had enough talking today.

We can talk tomorrow,

when both our heads are clear.

I want you in my bed tonight.

I will be the perfect gentleman.

Goodnight, Julianne.

You're leaving?

I said that I wanted you

in my bed and I meant it.

You're safe here.

I tried, but I couldn't

stay away.

I don't want you away from me.

Why did you take

your photos down?

I was ashamed.

You weren't before.

That was before I decided to

bring an angel to my bed.

No... Simon, no.

Hey.

Shh.

Good morning, Julianne.

I stepped out for

a brief moment.

Make yourself at home.

XO, Gabriel.

Good morning.

Would you mind?

Did you sleep well?

Once I was beside you, I did.

As did I.

You're shivering.

You make me nervous.

Why?

I never know if

you're gonna be sweet

and whisper something

that takes my breath away

or say something so mean

it breaks my heart.

I'm sorry.

There's no excuse for that.

I find you difficult

to talk to sometimes.

- You're only forthcoming when you're furious.

- That isn't true.

Then I need you to talk to me.

Why did you light candles

in your room last night?

I remember what you told me

about the darkness,

and I wanted you to see

Holiday's painting and...

And I was worried you'd run.

Thank you.

I'm a good lover in

all senses of the word.

Are you hungry?

Very.

You're seriously sexy.

Don't make fun of me.

I would never make fun of you.

All right.

You said we'd talk.

What happened the morning after

our night in the orchard?

My memory is a little...

fuzzy.

I woke up before sunrise...

alone.

Gabriel?

Gabriel!

You left me there.

Gabriel!

I was terrified.

That's where you went?

I didn't leave you.

What are you talking about?

I woke up early,

you were sleeping in my arms,

and I didn't want to

wake you up,

but I needed to...

relieve myself.

But I returned.

With apples for breakfast.

Beatrice.

You were gone.

I came back to my room and I...

And I fell asleep.

Why didn't you try to find me?

When I woke up I asked

where Beatrice was.

Richard told me

I was delusional.

No one mentioned you

or your name, I...

I thought it was a dream.

How could you think that?

I was hungover and

I was confused.

And I was strung out on coke.

Rachel didn't tell you?

Richard knew I was on something

when he picked me up

the night before.

He searched my room,

found my stash,

and when he confronted me,

I... I snapped.

The fight with Scott.

I spent the most

romantic night of my life

with a guy strung out on coke.

What a stupid, stupid girl.

You're not stupid.

I'm the fuck up.

I was planning on

killing myself that night,

and you changed that.

I thought you were an angel.

And that God, perhaps,

had shown mercy to me

and sent you to save me.

Why did you want to

kill yourself?

I can't tell you that.

I don't know what would happen

if I brought those

old demons back.

Are you still suicidal?

No.

Part of my depression was

caused by the drugs, and...

part of it was caused by

other factors

that I was trying to

deal with in my life.

"Lo seme di felicita

messo de Dio nell'anima

ben posta."

Quoting Dante can't change

what happened.

I won't get involved with

a drug addict.

I've been clean for six years.

I won't get involved with

an alcoholic either.

My mom was one.

I admit I drink,

but I'm not addicted to alcohol.

I'm not that same naive

17-year-old girl.

No, you're a beautiful woman,

Beatrice.

Stop saying that.

It's an illusion!

It was real.

It was everything.

As soon as I touched you,

I knew.

I remembered you.

My body remembers you.

It was only my conscious mind

that had forgotten.

I know I have hurt you.

And I know I have a dark side.

Will you let me show

what I can do?

Will you let me show

that I can be good?

I can be very, very good.

This isn't how I imagined it.

Finding you again

is so different

from how I dreamed.

You aren't who

I thought you were.

You came to me last night,

and it was all there.

Every feeling, every...

Every memory,

every sensation I had came back.

Tell me it meant nothing to you

and I'll let you go.

Your skin remembers me,

and so does your heart.

Remember your first.

Let me show you what I can do

when I take it slow.

Last night, you talked about

being friends.

Friends don't kiss like that.

I want to court you.

And I intend to kiss you a lot.

I won't be shared.

I'm not in the habit of sharing

what's precious to me.

I won't share you either.

You may not sleep with

anyone else,

even while I'm still...

deciding.

Done.

What about Paulina?

Don't worry about her.

Is she your wife?

Ex-wife?

No.

What about M-A-I-A,

the tattoo on your chest?

Please stop.

I can't.

Then neither can I.

Tell me who made you feel

so insecure about yourself?

Hm? Was it Simon?

You said it in your sleep

and you sounded upset.

- Tell me.

- No.

Why not?

Because it makes me sick.

He... He didn't force you,

did he?

No.

We both have secrets

we don't want to tell.

I won't lie to you,

but I can't tell you everything.

I know I've disappointed you.

I wish I was the knight

rather than the dragon.

You can banish me,

or save me with a single word.

I should go.

I need to prepare for my

meeting with Professor Picton.

When will I see you again?

At your seminar next week.

That's too far off.

- Dinner?

- I can't.

You're still my professor

and I'm your student.

"The Figure of Beatrice: A Study

in Dante" by Charles Williams?

Katherine will be impressed

if you're familiar with it.

Thank you.

Goodbye, Gabriel.

It's Gabriel Emerson.

I need to speak to John

immediately.

Tell him I'm on my way

to see him.

Thanks.

Julia Mitchell, I presume.

Yes. It's wonderful to meet

you, Professor Picton.

Please, sit.

Your grades from St. Joseph's

are impressive.

Thank you.

But if I'm to be your advisor,

I'll need more than good grades.

I fell in love with Dante

when I was 17.

Ever since then,

he's haunted my dreams.

Continue.

My professional advice is to

stay away from her.

Impossible.

- Is she at least over 18?

- What?

Please tell me you're not

screwing a freshman.

Don't be vile, John.

She's a grad student.

Oh, good.

I can't state for sure

without first seeing the

non-fraternization policy,

but you're likely putting

your job in jeopardy

if you're sleeping with

a student.

- We're not sleeping together.

- Keep it that way.

No sexual activity whatsoever,

and it doesn't matter

if it's consensual.

Got it?

But what if we're involved

romantically and not sexually?

Are you kidding me, Emerson?

I'm dead serious.

Would our platonic relationship

violate that policy or not?

Given your reputation?

Regardless

if you're believed or not,

the employer would

still have to provide

evidence of a sexual nature,

unless your chiquita...

Don't call her that.

Unless she or someone else

files a complaint against you.

And if they can't prove it?

If they can't prove

you were fucking,

you'd likely receive a reprimand

for an improper relationship,

but I can't state for certain

without first seeing the policy.

- Thank you, John.

- And, Gabriel,

stay out of trouble.

No girls, no fist fights,

no public drunkenness, nothing.

Any lawsuit with the university

will expose your past.

Remember that.

Julianne, it's Gabriel.

What are you doing here?

Dinner.

Nice towel.

I'll change.

What's all this for?

Just a little something to

celebrate Katherine

agreeing to be your advisor.

How do you know she agreed?

She told me. She also told me

that you impressed her greatly.

I didn't think I would when she

said my subject was derivative.

Instead of comparing

courtly love and lust,

I'm going to examine

aspects of friendship

between Virgil and Dante with

the theme of courtly love.

So instead of lust and love,

it'll be...

love and friendship.

Sounds appropriate.

What about the

non-fraternization policy?

As long as we're

chaste and discreet,

I don't think

we'll have a problem.

Does that mean no kissing?

Do you want me to kiss you?

You can't be kissing me one moment

and grading my essays the next.

True. I'll ask Katherine

to grade your work.

Now, where were we?

Is this just an affair to you?

No.

No, I... I want us to

get to know each other.

I want to spend as much time

with you as possible.

And once the semester is over,

we can see where this

is going, but...

that's entirely up to you.

I'm at your mercy.

This is a declaration of desire.

If we were lovers,

I would have kissed you like that

just to signal my intention

to take you to bed.

But for now, I can only declare

that I burn for you.

Let's eat.

I promise not to stay late.

I don't want you to go.

What was that?

I want you to stay with me.

Good morning.

You're not saying much.

You're half naked.

You want me to be wholly naked?

I'm kidding.

By that, Dante means...

They're beautiful.

Are you going home for

Thanksgiving?

Yes. Are you?

Yes.

Would you consider

flying with me?

I'd like that.

I don't like Thanksgiving,

but Grace made it nice.

We didn't really celebrate.

Why not?

During my last Thanksgiving

with my mom,

she was on a bender with

one of her boyfriends.

I decided to cook

a Martha Stewart recipe.

I put all the food on a tray

to carry it to the table.

And her boyfriend stuck out

his foot and tripped me.

Everything went flying.

Were you hurt?

I don't remember.

Sharon just laughed at me.

And then got bored and

went into her room to...

They didn't even bother

closing the door.

My God.

What's this scar from?

You can tell me.

Sharon hit me.

I fell and hit my head against

the corner of the kitchen counter.

I called my dad in the

hospital and said...

that if head he didn't come

and pick me up,

I was gonna run away.

And that was it.

I never saw my mom again.

I'm sorry that those things

happened to you.

I was pretty lucky, actually.

Sharon only hit me once.

No one hits me here.

And I have a friend

who feeds me.

You should have been

cuddled and adored,

and treated like a princess.

I don't believe in fairy tales.

I'd like to make you believe.

Do you have any scars?

You can't hit something that

you don't know is there.

I'm sorry.

It's difficult to know

what's worse,

being hit or being ignored.

I guess it depends on

the kind of pain you prefer.

Happiness is something I know

precious little about.

Why aren't you happy now?

"I bartered my birthright

for a bowl of pottage."

Yes, I can quote scripture.

I'm not a pagan.

Richard and Grace

were devout Episcopalians.

I only go to Mass when I'm sad.

Or at Easter or Christmas.

I still believe even though

I don't live like it.

I know that makes me

a hypocrite.

All believers are hypocrites

because none of us

live up to our beliefs.

But if you still believe,

you have hope.

Happiness is possible

for you, too.

I lost my soul.

What do you mean?

I have committed

the sin unto death.

Do you believe there's a

difference between right and wrong?

Of course.

But knowing isn't the problem.

It's the doing.

Only a creature with a soul

can tell the difference

between right and wrong.

You've made mistakes,

but you feel remorse.

You still have your soul.

A chance at redemption.

Will you stay?

I won't let anyone hurt you.

Least of all me.

When is your birthday?

Ah, come on.

Don't deprive me.

When is your birthday?

September 1st.

You missed it.

No, I haven't.

Are you free next Saturday?

We can celebrate it then.

What will we be doing?

Let me worry about that.

Are you accepting

my invitation or not?

I am accept with gratitude.

Please don't tickle me.

Please don't tickle me.

I want to see you Friday night.

- After your lecture?

- Mm-hm.

I'll have to come up with

an excuse for Paul.

We're going together.

Did we or did we not have

an arrangement

that excluded sharing?

We're friends.

He asked me to go.

I didn't think it was wrong.

Do you want me seeing

other women as friends?

Going to public events

with them?

No.

Then extend me

the same courtesy.

Being a grad student

in a strange city is lonely.

Please don't make me give up

the one friend I have,

apart from you.

Then I really will be isolated

since I can't be around you

all the time.

Julianne, I'll concede that

you need a friend.

But he needs to realize that

you are no longer available.

He's far too invested as it is,

and that could create

a problem for us.

I'll tell him

I have a boyfriend.

And his name is Owen.

Look at him.

A vest and a pocket watch?

How old is this guy?

I bet he has a personal

portrait in his attic

that's aging rather rapidly.

Professor.

Looking forward to this.

Who's that next to

Professor Martin?

Professor Singer.

- Professor.

- She's the worst.

She's known as Professor Pain.

Pain?

She's into S&M.

You should check out her website.

It's pretty hard-core.

Better yet, don't.

Stay away from her.

I do.

I feel so overdressed.

You look nice.

Your boyfriend's a lucky guy.

Professor Martin invited me to

the faculty dinner after,

and he said I could

bring a guest.

Want to go?

As friends?

Welcome.

"Lust in Dante's Inferno:

The Deadly Sin

Against the Self."

Immediately,

one might wonder why lust

would be a sin against the self

since it is always directed

toward another,

the use of another human being

for personal, sexual

gratification.

Evil can only feed off of

goodness

like a parasite.

If all the goodness of

a creature were eliminated,

then the creature in question

would no longer exist.

In making the connection

between Beatrice and Virgil,

Dante is expressing his notion

that...

courtly love...

is tied to reason

rather than passion.

But what of lust?

If love is the rabbit,

then lust is the wolf.

Dante says so explicitly

when he identifies lust

as a sin,

a sin in which passion

overtakes reason.

In Dante's philosophy,

lust is a misplaced love,

but a kind of love nonetheless.

For this reason,

it is the least evil of

the seven deadly sins.

In contrast to lust,

which is a mortal sin...

is love.

Dante argues that a lover is

related to his beloved

as if...

his beloved...

were a part of himself.

Emerson.

Come sit.

I've ordered Sangria

for everyone.

Looks like Emerson and Singer

are at it again?

What?

They had an affair.

And from the looks of it,

it never ended.

They dated?

Singer doesn't date.

She's into pain and control.

That means he's into...

S&M. Yeah.

Excuse me. I need to use

the ladies room.

Please don't come to dinner.

Go to my place.

The concierge will let you in.

I'll explain later.

Do as I ask. G.

My phone was off.

I'm Professor Singer.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Julia.

Do I make you nervous, Julia?

No. If you'll excuse me.

Did you like watching

what I was doing to Emerson

under the table?

Because I saw you looking.

- I...

- I think I've made you blush.

In fact, I think I've made

you blush all over your body.

I think you want me

to tease you.

You'd make a very pretty pet.

I'm not interested in being

anyone's pet.

Feisty. Ooh!

I like a feisty pet.

I'm a human being,

not a fucking animal.

Human beings are animals,

my dear.

We share the same physiology,

the same reactions to stimuli,

and we have the same need

for food, drink,

and... sex.

I know what an animal is,

and I have no interest

in being fucked like one.

If you change your mind,

come and find us.

Us? Not a chance in hell!

- Shh.

- Let go of me!

It's me.

I saw Singer follow you.

What did she do to you?

She invited me to become

her pet.

This is what I wanted to avoid.

You're like a lamb to her wolf.

She only noticed me

because I caught her

molesting you under the table.

She's goading me.

It's... It's a game for her.

I can't react.

Well, I can and it's disgusting.

Please. You're shaking.

Tell me if she hurt you.

Hurt me? No.

I handled it.

But tell me,

did you let her hurt you?

What did Paul tell you?

Enough. Are you into

that sort of thing?

This is not the place

to discuss it.

Do you still want her?

No. No! Never. It was just

a couple of encounters.

It was over a year ago.

Is she one of the women

in your photos?

Fuck, no! Those were

women I liked.

Julianne,

I can't explain this here.

Please.

I don't understand why anyone

would not choose kindness.

Life is painful enough.

Go to my place.

I'll meet you there later.

Please.

I feel like I have no idea

who you really are.

And that hurts.

Not feeling well. Sorry.

I'm going home.

You're still here.

I was worried you wouldn't...

So was I.

You looked so beautiful tonight.

Sorry, I had my boots

on your sofa.

I'll take them off.

Please. Let me.

I've been admiring them

all night.

Ohh...

It's okay to voice

your pleasure.

It reassures me that

I don't repulse you.

You don't repulse me.

I'm glad to hear that.

Are you into...

the kind of pain

Singer provides?

No.

But you were with her

and you let her hurt you.

She didn't hurt me.

She left no scars, only regrets.

Not all scars are physical.

I can't be with someone

who hits.

It is not in my nature

to be violent with women,

but rather to be seductive.

Ann was an exception.

Why her?

Why that exception?

I was in a dark place.

I thought she could

help me and...

And I was wrong.

And I figured that out quickly.

What if the darkness comes back?

You dispel the darkness,

Beatrice.

Julianne.

I can't bear the thought of

someone hitting you.

Promise me you'll never

go back to her.

I'll never ask for

anything but that.

Nobody has shown me

such kindness.

Your family has.

Just open your eyes.

My beautiful innocent angel.

I'm not that innocent.

I'm a virgin,

but you can't have this idea

that I've never

done things before.

I mean...

I had a boyfriend

and we dated for years.

Simon?

And we did things.

What kind of things?

I don't want to know.

Did he hurt you?

He was impatient

and manipulative.

He told me I was frigid.

Bastard.

It wasn't all his fault.

Did you love him?

No.

Kiss me.

I want to kiss you all the time,

but I don't want to

make you feel pressured,

so sometimes you'll need

to take the lead.

We have to stop.

I'm sorry.

Never apologize

for your desires.

You're beautiful and sensual.

But we have to stop.

Happy Birthday, Darling.

Please do me the honor of

gracing me with your presence

at the Royal Ontario Museum

this Saturday evening at 6:00.

Yours with affection and

deepest longing, Gabriel.

Good evening, Miss Mitchell.

Your host is

waiting for you upstairs.

And I'll take your coat.

Thank you.

Hello, handsome.

You look stunning.

Gabriel, we're in public.

A corsage?

I missed your prom.

How did you arrange all this?

I donated a large sum to the

Florentine exhibit last spring,

so I called in a favor.

A flirtini, please.

Tonic water with

a twist of lime.

I have wine at home for us.

It's so quiet in here.

You are a vision.

It's going to take

all of my self-control

not to spirit you away to

the Victorian furniture exhibit

so I can make love to you

on one of the four poster beds.

Thank you.

Stunning.

I agree.

Does this please you?

Yes.

You're a work of art.

Happy birthday.

Thank you.

Is this all right?

Don't stop.

Every part of you is perfection,

but damn...

Professor Emerson,

are you an ass man?

Please don't call me professor.

Why not?

Because I don't want to think

about the university policies

I'm breaking right now.

I'd hardly call this an ass.

I'd have to create

a whole new word

to describe it in all its glory.

Julia... we have to stop.

Your lip is swollen.

I'm sorry.

Does it hurt?

It only aches in your absence.

You're killing me.

But it'll be a sweet,

sweet death.

Don't worry.

I'll get the tape of

our tango against the wall

first thing in the morning.

You better.

It's beautiful.

Happy birthday.

I love it.

This is the nicest birthday

I've ever had.

And it's not over yet.

Let's start with dessert first.

Chocolate cake.

I'll get the candles.

Don't move.

- Hello.

- Hello, Jules.

How did you get this number,

Simon?