Dangerous Liaisons (2003-…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript

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- You and me.
- Me and you.

- Come on.

- We made a pact. Remember?

- You forced me.

- And we're sticking to it,
or else...

I lock this place up,
and we never see each other again.

- It's ridiculous. And cruel.

- Never again, Valmont.

- It was so good, though.

- Too good.



If we have to stay friends,
that's the way it has to be.

Love can never last.
Friendship can.

[Valmont]: Some people
come together for the best.

With us, it was for the worst.

Excuse me,
but haven't we already met?

- And who might you be?

- Um... beauty spot underneath
your left shoulder blade.

- You certainly
know your way around.

- I know my way around you
from top to toe.

Soft little toes.

- How many?

- Five.
Ah, Madame de Merteuil!

- Exactly.

- And me? Haven't you got
the slightest idea?



- A man in a bow-tie and a tuxedo.
It's so common.

-I wasn't always
in a bow-tie and tuxedo.

- Then I'd have to
see you without.

Stop it! Stop it, Valmont!

I don't want even people
to see we're talking.

Ten o'clock tonight.
Usual place.

- Madame de Merteuiil...
what a pleasure.

- Good evening.

- Madame de Merteuil runs
the Merteuil Foundation for the Arts.

She discovers and encourages
young talent

in music, painting
and literature.

She really does
what the polytechnic does,

but for the arts.

- And with our own money,
not the taxpayers'.

- Not only good-hearted,
she's intelligent, too.

- The Morel boys are twins.

- A little early in the evening
to be seeing double.

- Would you please accompany
Madame de Merteuil,

to meet the people who matter.

- I beg you not to put me
next to Valmont.

I positively refuse
to shake the cad's hand.

- Well, never fear. We know
how to keep him well away.

- I can't imagine why
you'd invite riffraff like that.

- Well, Valmont's morals
are somewhat dissolute,

but he's a great photographer.

- I suspect he chose photography
to seduce young idiots.

- I fear there are very few
of those at the polytechnic.

[waltz]

[rock 'n' roll]

- Anyone in your sights?
- A few ideas.

- Girl or boy?

- Girl, please. Even though
there's less choice.

- Like whom?

- There.

- Too easy.
- Nothing's easy.

- And you?

- One of the twins.

- Why not both?

Since you want me
to admire you.

- Okay.

But then you forget the redhead
who is begging for it,

and you choose instead...

[chuckling]

How is she?
- Not bad.

- You're a lucky man.

Well, I must see to my twins.

By the way, I agreed to both,
but just one for tonight.

- That's my foot, madam.
- I know.

- You're hurting me.

- I know.

How dare you come to me
after what you've done?

- But... I don't know you--
- Be quiet.

Otherwise, I'll reveal everything,
right here and now, to everyone.

- But, madam,
I assure you that--

- Quiet. You'd have me believe
you have a double?

- You must be confusing me
with my brother.

- Quiet.

Are you sorry for what you did?
- Yes.

- Are you sorry about
having made love to me?

- Ah, no.

- I figure you owe me, then.

- I think so, too.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

She fell entirely by accident.

- I don't believe in accidents.
Do you?

You may believe so,

but know that my aim
is very accurate.

- Relax...

I'll be back.

- It was... It was...
- Oh, and more.

- How was it?

- Delicious.
She was quite keen, actually.

- Good choice.
- Yes, thank you.

And you?

- I think the polytechnic's recruitment
policy has excellent criteria.

- And the other?
- Soon.

- Your little friend
was very lucky this evening.

- Think so?
-I'm sure.

He had a better time than I did.

- I bet he did.

- You're really going
to New York?

- Of course.

- You'll probably
bump into Gercourt there.

- I only have to mention
that name, don't I, and you...

- No, you simply
caught me off guard.

After all, it's thanks to him
that we met in the first place.

If he hadn't left you,
we'd have never met.

- Some truth in that.

- If he hadn't left you,

you'd probably be
Madame Gercourt now.

God knows, it was the only thing that
as on your mind in those days.

You probably wouldn't be...

the great lady
that I know tonight.

- Not quite right about that.

- Oh, yes, I am.

- What makes pop art
so brilliant?

It creates...

icons out of the things

people can recognize
immediately.

Coke bottles,

movie stars' faces.

Pop art makes you smile,

makes you laugh,
and then, makes you think.

And what does it mean?

It means that democracy
has its own form of art.

Pop art turns yesterday's junk
into today's gold.

Thanks to the Midas touch
of the artists,

but also thanks
to the wit and wisdom,

and taste of the collectors
who dare to...

how we say here in New York,
"go for it.”

[applause]

- And then what?

- Took me to my hotel,
and left me at the door.

- Didn't try and come up
with you?

- He tried just enough.

- Isabelle, either he can't do it
anymore, or he doesn't want to.

- He's got some manners.
He respects me.

- If he really wanted to, he'd have
done it the night of your reunion.

It's the A-B-C.

- Don't you have any idea what it is
to be a decent human being?

- No.

Look at you, how defensive
you are, like a little tigress.

He just has to click his fingers
and you fall at his feet.

- Just the opposite.

- Watch out, Isabelle.
- Actually, he's in Paris.

I'm having dinner with him tomorrow.
- Watch out, Isabelle.

Not for him, but for you.

- Meaning what?

- What do you expect
out of your dinner with him?

It's the first time
you don't know what you want.

Stay in control, Isabelle.
Whatever you do, stay in control.

- You've no right to be here!
Get out now!

- An object like all the rest.
- Get out!

- A carbon copy of them.

- What's happening to us?

Okay... we shouldn't.

- You're right.
We're going too fast.

I shan't ask you to join me.

Sleep well.
- You too.

- Bravo. Very nice control
of the situation.

Now he's ripe.

I don't give him more than a week
before he declares his intentions.

- Think so?
- Ah, yes.

Then the coup de grace,
kick him into touch,

out of the game.
Right out of it.

So years later, it's you
who's getting rid of him.

Revenge is sweet.

- Why don't I play
a little longer with him?

Take him back to my bed,

let him hope a little,
get back in the mood.

- Well, yeah, even better.

- I'm so looking forward

to my granddaughter
playing for you, Isabelle.

- I may not be
the best person to judge.

- Come along.

You're the director of the Foundation
for the Arts, aren't you?

- I imagine that artists
are a bit like horses.

At first glance, you're able
to discern the good from the bad.

- I'm not a horse dealer.

- You'll certainly have
a better appreciation than I.

I confess,
music bores me to tears.

It's only virtue is medicinal:
it puts me to sleep --

provided it's not played
too loudly.

Cecile!

You remember your godmother,
don't you?

- Yes, of course.

But I was a little girl
the last time I saw you.

- Boarding school
in Switzerland

scarcely gave her the time
to come to Paris.

- On the other hand,
I wouldn't have known you.

I remember a little girl,
not a beautiful woman.

Would you play something
for Madame de Merteuil?

- I'm afraid she'll be bored.

- Not as much as me.
Get set up and play.

Well, tell me the truth,
will you?

- Well, she plays very well,
she's a very good pianist.

- As I suspected,
it's a catastrophe.

In our family, we don't raise
our girls to grow up to work.

We have money.

What compels her
to be an artist?

- It gives her something to do.
- An occupation, but not a passion.

- If it makes her happy...

[doorbell ringing]

Ah... that's possibly
her fiancé.

- Hm, how eager.

- No need to introduce us.
We're old friends.

- Oh, that's amazing.
You've met my godmother.

- It's a small world.

- Yes... a small world.

Very small indeed.

- Where to, madam?

- Just drive.

Revenge!

- Revenge, I'll allow.

- All he wanted was forgiveness.

He used me to get to my goddaughter,
for heaven's sake.

He'll pay for it.

By way of forgiveness,
I'll exact my revenge.

- Think we'll be clumping
around here one day?

Me bald, you with blue hair.

Old bones on the move,
two, three.

- No. I think we shall
be rotting in hell.

What a strange place to meet.

- I rather like it.

Rheumatism is stylish...

You... are getting over-heated,
I can tell, about Gercourt.

- You're right.
And I'm going to cool down.

I'll find peace
by destroying his happiness.

And you're going
to help me do it.

First, you are going
to meet Cecile.

Then you are going
to get her into bed,

and then get her pregnant.

And all that before dear Gercourt
gets the ring on her finger.

Hmm... he wanted
a little virgin

straight out of finishing school in
Switzerland with not a scratch on her.

So we'll give him
a wedding night to remember.

Is it a deal?

A problem?
- No, not a bit.

It's just I'm leaving for the Riviera
tomorrow, to stay with my aunt.

- No...

- Yes, as soon as I get back
I'll deal with your little Volanges.

Wait, Isabelle...

[ring!]

[ring!]

- Hello?
- It's me, Valmont.

Go to the window.
- But I was sleeping.

- I'm asking you
to go to the window.

You see? I'm only spending
one night down there.

I'll kiss my aunt
and come home.

You know I don't usually
travel light.

You believe me now?

So tomorrow, then?

[church bell ringing]

[honking]

- I've made up
your favourite room.

It's preferable for a long stay.
- Actually, I was going to--

- And now, I'd like to introduce
my guest, Marie Tourvel.

- Hello.

- Delighted.

- Don't stand on ceremony
with me.

- There's no ceremony here.

My nephew hates kissing
everybody.

He prefers
a more formal approach.

- I prefer to have good reason
for a good kiss.

- Marie has come here
for a rest.

The diplomatic corps sent
her husband on a mission to...

I don't know where... Africa. Senegal?
- Ivory Coast.

- Ah, yes, that's it.
One of those impossible places

we're always hearing about
on the wireless.

As she finds herself momentarily
single again,

I told her to come here
for a change of scene.

- Excellent idea.
- I'll fetch some refreshments.

- Oh, no, I'll go.

- I'll come with you.

- I know your reputation, sir.

- Ah, people must say
horrible things.

- Yes, they do.
- And you believe them?

- Before I met you, I didn't.
Now I do.

So there's no point
in trying anything with me.

I know you're after
all the girls.

And I can see the advantages,
but, uh...

I want to tell you that I love
my husband, I adore your aunt,

and it would be nice if we would
all be on good terms, okay?

- All right, but I must say
I'm a bit surprised by this preamble.

- Well, after what they told me,
it seemed... useful.

- Well, they lied to you.

I don't jump on everyone I meet.
I only go after ones I like.

- So you don't need to worry.
There's nothing to worry about.

We'll be great friends.

[ring!]
-9:00, it's him.

Excuse me.
[ring!]

- Her husband.
He calls every night.

She waits for his call
all day.

She loves her husband so much.

- It's very touching.

- Don't pretend, not with me.

- I don't believe in fidelity.
- Neither do I.

Not for you, and no longer for me,
but for others, yes.

Marie Tourvel strikes me
as a paragon of virtue.

- Ah, don't tempt fate.

- Don't be foolish.

You'll leave
Marie Tourvel alone.

She's my friend.

- I'd never do that to you,
my aunt.

Anyway, I'd have
to find her attractive.

- Don't you?
- Yes.

Unfortunately, I find her
as boring as virtue.

Just picturing her in bed
makes me yawn.

- Hmm. Well, how long
are you going to stay, darling?

- Two weeks, as usual.

-Yes?

Valmont? Hold on, please.

Madame de Merteuil.

He's out.

Can he ring you back?

- What do you look for
in a man?

- Well, the qualities
I don't seem to have.

Generosity, selflessness,
compassion.

- You want someone
like a priest.

- Without the cassock.

- Defrocked priest, then.

- Mm, but I'm not looking
anymore.

I married a man like that.

And you? What do you
look for in a woman?

[laughter]
- What's so funny?

- Given my string of failures, I don't
think I'm the best person to ask.

- Failures?

They say women
are falling all over you.

It's one success after another.

- Well, if quantity
means success, perhaps.

But if quality means success...

then I've lost.

[birds chirping]

Now, what I look for
in a woman...

they all have.

Mouth, buttocks,
waist, breasts...

pleasure... in partaking.

I've never found what it is
in a woman that made her unique.

That's no doubt the crux
of my problem.

- So you're suffering.
- No, no.

It's really inelegant to suffer.

- Please, you must go.
It's very dangerous.

My husband returned
unexpectedly last night.

He musn't see you.

He's very jealous, and violent.

- Your husband?
But you never told me--

- Shh. Good thing I saw you
out the window. Instinct, I guess.

You're even more handsome
in the daytime.

Go on, get out of here.
- When can I see you again?

Later. Well, I...
- When?

- I don't know.
- How?

- Five o'clock, Cafe des Saints-Péres.
Get going, quickly.

No, I can't. Later. Hurry.

I think the young man over there
is interested in you.

What do you think?

Honestly.

- No, too young.

- Coffee, please.

- Thanks for the tea.
I'm delighted to see you.

I feel so alone in Paris.

- And Gercourt?

- Still in New York
buying paintings.

Thank you.

- So till Tuesday!
- Till Tuesday!

Goodbye.

- It's so frustrating,
I so long for you.

- Ah...
- Did I hurt you?

- No, not you.

- Who, him?

- Yes. When he comes back
from abroad,

we must always...
Well, you understand.

- Ah, the bastard!

- Yesterday, I resisted.
I... have bruises...

- I'd like to do something for you,
I'd like to snatch you away from him.

- Ah, my poor child...

- You think I'm a fool
because I'm young?

You think I can't fight and don't care
about you because I'm young?

- So you do care about me?

- I'll prove it to you.

- Thank you, Miss.

Well?

- Very talented.
- Yes, I agree.

Seems like a perfect candidate
for the foundation.

- Absolutely.
- Next, please!

- Rafael Danceny.

- He seems very timid.

He may be timid,
but he has a lot of character.

- He's a virtuoso.
The public will adore him.

- Who are these people?
- Them?

Oh, it's the farmer's children.
He just died.

His wife is now on her own,
with six children.

- They must be the only
poor people in the area.

- Not for long.

The developers are swooping in.
The family owes money.

They'll soon have to leave.

- But where will they go?

- It's disgraceful.

[gull squawking]

- You look anxious.

- Anxious? No, I'm not.

I'm gonna go for a drive
in the hills.

I'll see you later.
- Bye.

- Ah-ha... my little beauty.

Falling into the trap.

Good evening, Madame.
- Monsieur.

- I've come on behalf
of Madame Rosemonde.

- Monsieur?

- I wanted to give you a little
money for the children,

because I understand things
aren't going terribly well.

- Oh...
- Okay?

- Thank you.
- It was nothing.

[children chattering]

- What's keeping him?

I simply hate fish when
it's overcooked, don't you?

Well, listen, too bad.
We'll have to start without him.

- Right, madam.

- Oh, excuse me.
- Ah, at last. Where were you?

- I've just seen my latest
conquest to the door.

- Egomaniac.
All you think of is yourself.

- Ah, of course.
- She had nice breasts, I hope.

[laughing]
- Two, to be exact.

[all chuckling]

- Oh, heavens! I forgot
my pills. Just a second.

[chuckling]

- You really are a mystery.

Why do you play the cynic?
- Because I am one.

- That's going too far.

I have a sense
that you're more altruistic

than ever you pretend to be.

- Why do you say that?
- An intuition.

[ring!]

- Now then, Marie, it's 9:00.
It's surely your husband.

- Oh... oh, yeah.

[chuckling]
- How extraordinary.

It's the first time
she's forgotten.

- By the way,
Mrs. de Merteuil called again.

I really don't know
what to tell her anymore.

Call her back, please!

[Valmont]: Sorry, darling,
my aunt is begging me to stay.

- Thank you.

You'll have to wait
for me a little longer,

before taking your revenge.

But don't worry...
10 days at the most.

See you soon. I hope
you won't hold it against me.

Actually, knowing you,
you will.

Valmont.

- Ten days, impossible.
What will I do?

- My dear Isabelle...

for what reason have you
brought this boy here?

- To discourage
your granddaughter.

We're giving him
a two-year bursary,

and are actively
seeking contracts for him.

Faced with him, I think Cecile
will realise that she's...

not in the same league.

- I hope you're right.

In any case,
I'm really happy to know

that you've come round
to taking my side.

We're going to discourage her
from being an artist.

She'll make a perfect wife.

- Where is the bridegroom?

- Gercourt? Still in New York,

for the exhibition of one
of his drugged-up artists.

Oh, but this man's
the perfect fiancé.

Celebrated, seductive,
never there...

Cecile won't have time
to take note of his faults.

She idolizes Gercourt totally.

- She's very lucky to have you.

Ah, this is you...

fire and ice.

- How about something
a little darker?

- Darker? Just because
you're marrying someone mature,

you don't have to look older.

Don't get upset.
I'm only thinking of you.

I think Gercourt
is a wonderful man.

- Really?

- Yes.

- I'm really proud
that he chose me.

- You should be.

Make yourself at home,

and play as long as you want.

Unlike your grandmother...
it doesn't bother me.

[doorbell ringing]

Oh, my God, it's Danceny.

[gasping]
I'd completely forgotten.

The poor boy has got only
a tiny room to rehearse in,

and I said he could come here.

It never occurred to me
that you might coincide.

- It's not a problem.
- I'm such a fool.

- We'll just tell him
I'm on my way up.

- You'd do that?
- Of course.

- Oh, you're an angel.

Ah, Danceny.
- Good afternoon, Madame.

Hello, Cecile.
- Hello.

- Are you sure this is all right?
- Yes.

I have so many phone calls to make.
I'll leave you with Cecile.

And you can play as loud as
you want. I won't hear a thing.

- What are you working on?
- Brahms' Third.

We could play it together,
if you like.

- Sure.

It's very nice to see you.
- And you.

- I bet we'll be terrific
together.

- You do?

- Yes. I meant, for the music.

- Except that I'm nowhere
near your level.

- Don't be too sure.

- No, I'm absolutely positive.

- What matters is...
how we combine.

Either we--
- Do or we don't.

- Let's start with the second
part, if you like.

I love it so much.

- Me too.

- Hmm... Brahms.

So romantic.

Straight to the point.

- I'm going for a walk
in Saint-Tropez. See you later.

- Till tonight, my boy.

He says he's going for a walk,

but I'll bet
he's got a filly somewhere.

- Ah, you're imagining things.
- No, I'm not imagining it.

Valmont is young, handsome
and keen on women.

No, I simply regret
being born so long ago,

and having to content myself
with being his old aunt.

- Come now.

Ah, it's so hot.

I'm going back to read a little.

See you later.
- All right.

[bell ringing]

[children giggling]

- Champagne...
- I don't believe it.

- Cake...
- I don't--

- A little something for you.
- Oh, no, no.

- You know, I saw you
this afternoon.

- I know.

- Why do you hide
your good deeds?

- Because I look ridiculous
in a... halo.

- That's not how
that family feels.

I prefer your true feelings
to your assumed cynicism.

- No, you wouldn't like
my true feelings.

- Yes, I would.

You pretend to be heartless,
but really, underneath--

- You don't want
to look underneath.

- That's where you're wrong.

- Then...

I love you.

I love you because you're like
no other woman I've ever met.

You're beautiful...

without being conceited.

Honest...

but never boring.

Your words and gestures
aren't calculated.

You have the most exquisite
smile in the world...

and you never laugh
to show it off.

You're love in its purest form.

You can even love someone
who isn't there to enjoy it.

- Stop now.

- See?

I tell you the truth,
you don't want to hear it.

You prefer me to be a liar,
don't you?

- Good night.
I need to be alone.

[violin and piano, lively]

- I hate to spoil things,
but I think

you forgot your appointment
at the foundation.

- God, I'm going to be late!

- My chauffeur will take you.
You'll be all right.

- Thank you.

I'm sorry, Cecile.

- Do you have to be
so cold with her?

- Cold? I'm not cold.

- She was in tears yesterday
after you left.

- Well...

- She presumed...
you don't like her.

- I'm crazy about her.

What do you do
when you hate someone?

- Cecile's engaged
to be married.

- I suppose that's true,

if you want to
live in the 18th century.

A man chosen
by her grandmother...

a man who won't even let her
be a musician.

And poor Cecile, who believes
her admiration for Gercourt

is... like loving him.

No, what I'd like for her
is someone to...

open her eyes and take her out
of this marriage,

which is going to make her...
miserable.

You're going to be late.

You sound wonderful together.

It's a shame
you're so distant with him.

-Am|?

- You have not noticed
how interesting he is.

- I have.

- Or even the way
he looks at you.

He positively devours you
with his eyes.

Well, I suppose it's normal.

For you, he's just someone
to play Brahms with.

And you're quite right...

Ah, Cecile...

you're such a different girl
from the one I was.

Me, for someone like Danceny,
I would have given up everything.

But you're reasonable,
that's good.

And despite your young age...
you really behave like a woman.

Meanwhile, I would like you
to do something for me, Cecile.

- Anything.
- Try not to hurt Danceny.

He's a very gifted,
very sensitive person.

And... he can be very fragile.

- I wouldn't dream of it.

- Don't you, if you're honest?

Oh, "Hello, goodbye, one, two, B-flat.”
How warm is that?

- I promise
I was very nice to him.

- He plays like an angel,
he adores you,

and you would sooner
have an older man,

and treat Rafael
like a wind-up toy?

- You have no right to say that.

- That you love an older man?

- I do love Gercourt.

- I know.
And you're absolutely right.

I got a little carried away.
Forgive me.

But promise me try to be
a little kinder to Danceny.

- I promise.

[radio: Marvin Gaye's "I Heard It
Through the Grapevine"]

- 'Morning, madam.
- 'Morning.

Ah... Marie doesn't feel well.

- Nothing serious, I hope.
- No.

Too much sun yesterday,
I figure.

- Of course.

[chuckling]

[knocking]
[Valmont]: A note for you.

- Who from?
- Me.

- Take it away.

"Is it a crime to love you?"

- Valmont...

Valmont!

A telegram for you!

- Isabelle...

- You still recognize me?

I thought you'd completely
forgotten me.

- Meaning?
- I'm happy to note

that if you don't answer my calls,
you still receive my telegrams.

- I spend my time outdoors.

- I ask of you a favour...
to sleep with the Volanges girl,

and you run away.

- And I will get round to it,

but it comes
at a really awkward moment.

I'm... otherwise occupied.

-Who is it?

- Marie Tourvel,
the wife of a diplomat.

- And it can't wait?
- No, she's taken the bait.

- You're not scoring as fast.
You're getting old.

- Hook, line and sinker,
I tell you.

- I've thrown a young man
into Cecile's arms

who might take her fancy,

and in fact he has done so,
and he fancies her.

But--
- But what?

They are going
at a snail's pace.

At this rate, they'll
be kissing in six months.

- You think you have
the time when you're young.

- Come with me.

- Later.

- I need you for my revenge.

- Without me,
I miss all my pleasures.

- What has she got,
this Marie Tourvel?

- She's touched me.

- Put her off.
- No!

- Then hurry up.
- No, I want this to work.

- You're never so beautiful
as when you're angry.

If you weren't, I'd spend the next
thousand years infuriating you.

It's a shame
to have come so far for nothing.

- Yes, it's a shame.

- To find ourselves here,
when our real place...

is in hell.

In fact, you can't stand
needing a man.

Waiting for a man.

- But... are you still a man?

Hurry.

- And your other twin?
You promised me two.

- Why don't you try water-skiing,
Marie?

Valmont could teach you.

-I'm sure
I wouldn't be any good.

- You should try it.

- You're really
not very chatty tonight.

- I'm so sorry, Rosemonde.
[ring!]

- Madame, the colonel for you.
- Ah... excuse me.

- If I've understood,

it fills you with horror
that I love you.

- I simply can't be listening
to this.

- I have that effect. Uh...
you can't even look at me?

- You've absolutely no effect.
- So much the better.

Let's be friends
like we were before.

I shall put my love
in my pocket,

wrap my cares
in my handkerchief,

and pick up again
exactly where we left off.

- No.

No, not after
what you've told me.

- But, Marie...

I have always loved you.

You weren't aware of it,
so you weren't bothered.

Forget it ever happened.

- You really must try
to get beyond it.

- What?
- What you feel, Valmont.

- Oh, no, never.

- The problem
is that one never knows

when you're being entirely
sincere or not.

- What's real...

is the bad person
everyone says I am.

What's false...

is the good person
you think I am.

- Let's go have a drink
at a dance club.

- Great idea.
- I'm not sure.

- Oh, my dear,
you're feeling awkward.

You need to have a little fun.

And the colonel insists
on taking us out.

- Who's the colonel?
- Her fiancé.

- My gallant knight.

[iazz]

- He's always preferred soldiers
to canteen women.

I'm his alibi
against malicious gossip.

He's a very nice companion.

He'll be my fiancé,
Valmont will be yours,

so we'll keep up appearances.

Sit there.

- I don't love you.

I adore you.

- I don't understand.
I've had 18,000 pairs of shoes,

but it's always the 18,001st
I like best.

- I followed your advice.
- What about, the lipstick?

- No, about Danceny.

I've been nicer to him,
and we went to see a movie together.

- Ah, he must have loved that.

- We both did.

- Did you take a better look
at him this time?

- I've always looked at him.

- There's something
about your hair.

Did you choose
to look like that?

- I never really thought
about it.

- You look positively ready
for the convent.

- I know.

- Let me.

Maybe some highlights.

May I ask you
a personal question?

- Go on.

- Why are you marrying so young?

- I've no reason to wait,
since I found the right man.

- Are you sure?

-Who is?

I believe I am. I'm not afraid.

-I'd even say
you're attracted to the idea.

- How so?

- You're attracted by man
who could be your father.

Since you didn't know
your father...

- That's too easy.

- That's what we say
to deny the truth.

My sweet Cecile,
I love you very much.

I love your grandmother,
and I love Gercourt.

I'd like to be sure, for all your sakes,
you are making the right decision.

You never have doubts?

- What do you think?

- You don't seem to have any.

- I was taught
to hide my feelings.

- When I was your age, I had some
experiences before getting married.

Have you ever thought about it?

- Yes.

- Lately?

- Yes, with Danceny.

- A little black dress,
and you'll look ravishing.

Danceny's so young,
so vibrant...

I understand
you being disturbed.

Your secret's safe with me.

Let's see how things evolve.

It may only be a passing phase.

[Cecile]: Thank you.
Our talk made me feel better.

You're like a mother to me.

[Merteuil]: A mother...
Little idiot!

[knocking]

- She attempted suicide.

-Who?
- Cecile.

- What happened?

- If she finds out I told you,
she'll kill me.

I found the empty pill bottle
in the bathroom

and I made her vomit.

She's gonna be okay.

- What can I do?

- Absolutely nothing.

Never talk to her about it.

- Why are you here then?

- She did it because of you.

- Me?
- Yes.

She wasn't sure she wanted
to marry Gercourt

and felt bad towards
her loving grandmother...

She couldn't take it anymore.
Luckily, she missed.

So, what are you gonna do?

- I don't know.
I need some time to think.

I'll write to my parents.

- A young girl commits
suicide over you

and you're gonna write
to your parents?

- To marry her, yes.

- Who said anything about marriage?
- I did.

If she doesn't want Gercourt
anymore...

- Marriage
may be a little premature.

Find out how you two get along.

- I'm always committed
to my relationships.

- Of course.

- Madame Volanges,
what a nice surprise.

- Marie, I had no idea
you were staying with Rosemonde.

- Yes, I'm killing time...
waiting for Edouard's return.

- That's right, it's better
to kill time than your husband.

I just came down for a couple
of days to air my villa.

Rosemonde isn't here?

- No, she's in the village
with her nephew.

- Her nephew?

Valmont?

- Yes.

- You mean to tell me
you're living here

with Rosemonde
and Valmont alone?

- Yes.

- My dear,
you're completely mad.

He's a pathological Don Juan.

It's inevitable.
He'll try to seduce you.

- He tried,
but I rebuffed him.

- And he climbed down?
- Yes.

- He convinced you?

- What do you mean?
- By his retreat.

It's a ploy.

He'll come back charging
when you least expect it.

I'm sure he's already declared
his love for you.

Marie! My dear girl!

Valmont's a demon.
He doesn't like women.

He likes to see their downfall.

At the very moment
he possesses you,

it ceases to be an adventure,
and it's finished.

At the moment, you're just
getting the dreamy side...

The one that makes you swoon.
To yield would be a disaster.

It'll end in tears.

Marie! Marie!

I know of only one woman
who's stood up to him.

Madame de Merteuil.

Yes, yes, you know her.

She runs the Foundation
for the Arts.

Valmont was relentless
in his pursuit,

and it cost him
an absolute fortune.

She resisted everything.
She never gave in.

I respect her a great deal
for that.

My dear Marie, be like her.

Resist temptation.

- But I do resist...
and I shall continue to do so.

- You have only one way,
insist that he leaves.

- I'm the one who shall leave.

- Rosemonde wouldn't understand.

She'd think you were bored.
She'd be petrified.

Insist that Valmont leaves.

- It's difficult.

- It worries me
to see you so hesitant.

He seriously couldn't have won?

- No, I tell you, no.
- Well, then, do it!

If not, you'll find yourself
on the road to perdition.

Forewarned is forearmed.

-I won't change my mind.
If you won't leave, I will.

- You'd deprive my poor aunt
of her favourite nephew?

- All right, then, I'll leave.

- No, she won't understand.

She'll think I did something
to drive you away.

- Why? Has it happened before?

Have you driven
lots of them away?

- No, normally, they stay.
And rather happy about it.

- You're so sure of yourself.

- I wish you'd understand;
if I talk to you like this

it's because with you,
I feel different.

- You must have said this
1,000 times.

- Perhaps so,

but I didn't think it.

- There's just no believing you.

- Don't believe me.
You can't believe that I love you,

which tells me that you are
not altogether indifferent.

- Don't push it.
A friend told me

you can twist anyone
around your little finger.

You're so skilled that there's ever
only been one woman who resisted you.

- What?! What are you
going on about?!

- Madame de Merteuil,
I've been told.

- Who told you that? My aunt?
- The poor woman.

- Who told you that? I want to know
who gives such a disgraceful image. Who?!

- No.
- Who did you call?!

- Believe me,
I tell you, no one.

- Ahh, I get it...

That Volanges woman.

The old bitch dropped in
this afternoon.

[Marie]: I don't know what's
going on anymore. I'm leaving.

[Valmont]: No. I'll leave.

But for one reason only...

because you asked me to.

[Marie]: Thank you.

- Michel, get my car ready.
I'm going back to Paris.

[Valmont]: Marie?
It's Valmont.

Since I left you,

I don't seem to be able to get
things straight in my mind.

I feel so low...

I miss you.

Your smile, your voice...

Even your indifference.

Now, I feel numb.

As though I didn't have a body at all--
No, don't go.

I haven't done anything wrong.

What's wrong with saying
to someone that you lik--

- Brilliant.

You sounded so sincere.

- I was sincere.

- Are you sincere
at this very moment?

- "Meet me tonight at Mégéve,
Blue Cottage, des Glaciers Road.

If you love me."”

Sophie?

Thank you.

- "Meet me tonight at Mégéve,
Blue Cottage, des Glaciers Road.

If you love me."”

But...
- Yes.

- I have to study my math.
- Excuse me?

- Tell her I'll be there.
- Okay.

- And not a word
to anyone about this.

- Lyon Station.

[doorbell ringing]

- Madame.

May I help you?

What's your problem?

- I waited for you
all afternoon.

- You must be mistaking me
for my twin brother.

- Don't give me
the old twin trick.

Where's Ludovic?

- I don't know.

He left for two days
without any explanation.

I'm Hugo.
Would you like a drink?

- I don't believe this.

- What?

- That my clumsy brother
could seduce a woman like you.

- It has to do with skin.

You're brother is not clumsy
at all with women.

- Yeah, right.

-I assure you.

- That's what all the girls say.
At least the ones who...

- Who what?

Who've had both?

So what do they say
after comparison?

- I came out on top.

- Show-off.

- Every single time.

- And conceited.

- Two-hundred percent
in my favour.

- I dare you.

So?

-But I...

- What? Scruples?

- No, a math exam.

- Ah, I was starting
to give up on you.

- I've come back for our revenge.
- Our revenge?

- I told you
about that little fool,

Marie Tourvel, didn't I?

- Virtuous, beautiful,
modest Marie Tourvel.

Exactly the type of creature
that excites a predator like myself.

Well...

She was nearly ripe,

ready to fall off the tree
into my arms...

when who comes along but the old
Volanges to sabotage all my hard work.

- Poor dear.
A predator's life is not easy.

- She insisted I leave at once.

- And you did?

- I wanted the lady to come to me
of her own accord.

Anyway, if it's not too late,

your revenge
will be my revenge too.

I'll fix the Volanges creature
by screwing her granddaughter.

What's she called?
- Cecile.

- Cecile? Hmph...

Perfect name for a victim.

- I'm so relieved you're back.

You know,
this young violinist, Danceny,

is after Cecile,
but he's painfully slow.

He won't be done by the time Cecile
and Gercourt are on their honeymoon.

- Don't worry about Danceny.
I'm here now.

- Here's to our evil doings.

- To evil.

[camera clicking]

- All I dream of

is to spend
every waking moment with you.

- I haven't offended you,
have I?

[camera shutter clicking ]

- Perfect.

- What are they for?
- You'll see.

- Give them to Gercourt?
- No, much worse.

I'm going to use this photo
to throw you into the ring.

- Okay. I'll seduce
your little Volanges...

I'll get her pregnant,

if you, in exchange,
tear up the pact.

- Our pact?
- Yes.

Our pact
of eternal separation.

I'll deflower this young girl

if you will be my reward.

- Me?!
- Mm-hm. Please.

Why not?

- It would spoil something.
- What would that be?

I desire you so much.

- Exactly -- desire is only
the expectation of pleasure.

- Exactly.
Let's take a little pleasure.

- No. After pleasure
brings us closer,

disgust repels us.

- Not where you're concerned.
- Desire, pleasure, disgust.

It's the law of nature.

- Love can change all that.

- Neither of us know
what love is.

- Maybe that's what we feel
for each other.

Friendship?
- Complicity.

- Here you go.

- Okay. Take care of the Volanges girl
and I'll tear up the pact.

One night.
- No.

One night and one day.
At least.

- Did you want to speak to me?

- I have something on my mind.

If I keep it from you,
I feel I'm betraying you,

but if I do tell you,
I feel I'm betraying Cecile.

- Is it serious?

- A photographer friend of mine
came here to take some pictures.

Here is one of them.

Where are you going?

- To the tennis court, to fetch
Cecile. I want an explanation.

- I wouldn't do that.

- What would you do?

- What possibly can Cecile
have to say?

She's going to yell and scream,
and say she loves Danceny,

and she doesn't want
to marry Gercourt anymore.

Is that what you want?

- Maybe it's just
a passing crush.

Keep them apart.
It might do the trick.

- Maybe.

- You still have your house
in Saint Tropez?

- Yeah.

Not far from Rosemonde.

- Perfect.

You bring Cecile to the South,

and I'll make sure the Foundation
keeps Danceny busy in Paris.

- I know she suspects something.

She won't let me answer
the phone, she checks the mail.

And we're leaving tomorrow.

- Don't worry, I'll help you.
Come with me.

It would be sad if you two
could not communicate

while you're out of town.

- My grandmother won't allow me
to receive phone calls.

- He won't call you at the villa.
He'll call you at Valmont's.

- Who's Valmont?

- Valmont and I are two hearts
that beat as one.

Especially when it comes to
helping people who are in love.

- I'll stay
with my aunt Rosemonde,

right near
where you're staying.

Every night, at midnight,
you can come into my room

and Danceny can call you there.

- I'll have to sneak out
of Granny's house every night.

- What else were windows
made for?

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