Dangerous Liaisons (2003-…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript

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[Rosemonde]: Oh, how lovely
to have you here with me.

I've been spoiled this year.

Marie spent several weeks here
and now you arrive.

[Volanges]: And we'll be able
to play "chase the man."”

- Oh, for sure! We'll
definitely play "chase the man."

- Sorry?

- Actually, it's called "chase
the lady." It's like checkers.

But since we never understood
why it's called "chase the lady"

we call it "chase the man."”

- Ahem.



I forgot to stay.

[clock bell rings]

Would you like a drink, Alice?

- Cecile.

- I beg your pardon... Cecile.

Marie... I brought you a drink.

- Cecile?
-Yes?

- About Valmont...
He's a nasty piece of work.

He's a liar, a seducer,
and not to be trusted.

- Don't worry,
I don't fancy him one bit.

- You're absolutely right.
I wouldn't be surprised

if he had cloven hooves
and a long tail, like the devil.

- I hope we won't have to spend
too much time with him.

- Well, just enough not to
upset Rosemonde... socially.



- Good.

- Good night, my dear.
- Good night.

Sleep tight.

- Mireille?
You can turn off the lights.

[crickets chirping]

- Ah!

- Shh... it's me.

Danceny's about to call.
Come on.

- Thank you.

- You can't say things
like that on the phone.

Okay.

I miss you.

Lots of kisses. I love you.

Thank you.

- It's nothing. Till tomorrow?

- Till tomorrow.

- Will you find the way
all right?

- Of course.

- Till tomorrow.

Cecile.

You forgot this.

- Thank you.

- Stop thanking me.

- I don't know what to say.

You're so nice to me,
and my grandmother told me...

- What a bad person I am.

There's some unsettled business
between your grandmother and me.

She's upset with me
for saying no to her.

- To what?

- To what two adults
do together...

- My grandmother?

- Yes. Fifteen years ago.

She must've thought
I was a gigolo.

She was quite a user
at the time.

- My grandmother?
- Mm-hmm.

You're never so beautiful
as when you're surprised.

Why do you think she sent you
to boarding school in Switzerland?

For your education, of course,
and to get you out of the way.

She chose virtue
for her old age,

but she hasn't always
been so grim.

At least, she had fun.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Joseph, get us some roses
for the dinner table.

- Yes, madam.
- Thank you.

Oh, how wise is it to play tennis
in this sun?

- Don't worry, auntie.

- See you later.
- See you later.

- You promised to leave.

- But I did.
- But you came back.

- It's of little consequence,
as you don't love me.

- When you are away,
it is easier for me to resist.

- Resist what, Marie?

Resist temptation?

Resist your feelings?

- No, your persistence.
- We're friends, aren't we?

- You despise friendship.
It's not enough for you.

- Between you and me,
no, it's not enough.

But I don't mind trying.

Because you have my respect.

Because I admire
your concept of marriage.

Because I envy you
your fidelity.

Much as I may suffer...

if friendship
is what you demand of me...

I love you enough
to give that to you.

- I don't believe you.

- Hmm... you don't believe me,
or you don't want to believe me?

This is fun.

- May I have your permission
to play tennis with Valmont?

- But of course, my dear,
on one condition.

- What's that?
- You thrash him.

- Ah, Rosemonde.
- Hello.

Hello, Cecile.

- Up for a little game
of "chase the man"?

- Oh yes, a heated one.

- You're making a great deal
of progress.

- Thanks to you.
- Really?

[ball hitting chain-link fence]

- Huh! It's funny how Valmont
doesn't play with Cecile

the way he plays with you.
- Really?

- Oh, with you, he was funny,
attentive, jolly.

With Cecile, you'd think
she's the plague.

- There isn't much love lost
between them.

- Really?
- And I'm not unhappy about it,

considering your nephew's
reputation.

- I'm going for a swim.
- Okay.

- Tonight, you're going
to sleep like a baby.

[clock bell ringing 4:00]

What's going on?

Danceny hasn't called tonight?

[music playing]

- Good evening.
- Hi.

Lie down on the bed while you're
waiting for your phone call.

I'm going to have
a walk in the park.

Ask me how I knew

My true love was true

How...

[music continues in background]

...Something deep inside

Cannot be denied

[clicking of camera shutter]

Shh... we don't want anyone
to know you're here.

- Danceny didn't call.
I'm going to leave now.

- He didn't call?
That's not very nice.

Huh! If you were my girlfriend,

I'd be calling you
10, 20, 30 times a day.

- He wasn't able to call.
- He's not very clever, is he, then?

- I'm going to scream.

- Go on, don't need to warn me.

- I'm going to scream now.
- Go on, scream.

Explain afterwards
what you were doing

in my room
at 1:00 in the morning.

I think people are going
to have a hard time believing

I forced you to come.

I'll let you go if you give me
one little kiss.

- No.
- A kiss. Only a kiss.

- Okay, now I can leave.
- No!

We made a deal.

You can go
if you give me a kiss.

- I kissed you.
- No, you didn't. I kissed you.

You kiss me now. Kiss me.

A real kiss.

- Then I can leave?
- Yes.

-I'm so ashamed.

- You're beautiful.

- I hate myself.

- See you later, then.

[whispering]: Never again.
Never again.

- Till tonight, my love.

[shrieking and sobbing]

- Cecile!

Cecile!

Come on, spit them out!

- The tranquilizer should keep
her calm for a few hours.

She won't have the energy
to try again.

- And after?

- Try to find out what why she took
such desperate measures.

- She won't talk to me.

- Surely she has a friend.

- Ahh... I don't understand.
She won't tell me anything.

You have her confidence.
Perhaps she'll speak to you.

- Oh, I'm not sure.
Young girls are so secretive.

At least I can try.

- Cecile?

Cecile?!

-I'll go.

- Cecile, what is the matter?

Your grandmother tells me
you won't stop crying.

Is it Danceny? You can't bear
to be away from him, is that it?

- If only it was that.

- What is it, then?

- I did something so terrible.

- Whatever it is,
you can tell me.

I'm your friend, aren't 1?

- I went to bed with Valmont.

- Oh, my goodness, you didn't!

- Now I just want to kill myself.

- You are not going to do
anything of the kind.

- Thank you.

- Thank you, Mireille.

- I shall be very happy here.

Cecile picked the perfect
moment for a breakdown.

I needed time off.

- However, there's only
one slight problem.

- Pardon?

- You're bound to...
bump into Valmont.

Listen, I'm sorry,
I'm really sorry, but...

but he's staying
with Rosemonde.

I know that you're really
angry with him.

- No, not angry.
Let's say that... I loathe him.

- Could you bear
running into him?

- He courted me non-stop
and I rejected him.

I humiliated him.

It'll be awkward for him.

Not for me.

What matters is Cecile's health.

How did you try
to kill yourself?

- Grandmother's pills.
- It never would have worked.

- Really?

- This, on the other hand...

Here.

If you decide to try again,
you should be prepared.

Can't commit hara-kiri
with a butter knife.

- I won't try again,
as long as you're there.

- Happy to hear that.

It would've worked anyway.

That placebo
couldn't kill a fly.

Now, don't worry. Get some rest.

- It's absolutely astounding.

She fears me as much
as she wants me.

I inspire in her
something terrifying.

- Look how the cockerel
throws out his chest.

- She's obsessed with me,
as I'm obsessed with her.

I've never had so much pleasure
lingering over the chase.

- Huh? Who are you--
- Marie Tourvel.

- Oh.

- For once, I'm in agreement
with the bigots of this world.

Virtue raises the price
on a woman.

- Once she's fallen,
she'll be no more than ordinary.

What about Cecile?

- Oh... a study in duplicity,
that Cecile.

She says "no" to everything...
but she does it anyway.

She's very highly sexed.

- Oh, so you were not just
going through the motions.

- You'd have to be stupid,
like Danceny, to be in love with her.

But she serves
as the perfect distraction.

- You've seen her lately?

- Oh, silly idiot. She simply
can't bear to be near me.

I'm living proof
that she's fallen.

- You must carry on regardless.
It would be good that she fell pregnant.

-Hmm... it's over to you.
- Oh...

[thunder rumbling]

Tell me.

He forced you?
Was it disagreeable?

You only did it the one time.

- I don't know
how it could've happened.

I didn't even defend myself.

- Which probably means
you wanted it.

- I got pleasure,
but it wasn't love.

- You wanted to make love
with Danceny for sure, only...

Danceny wasn't there.

I don't want you to cry anymore.

Oh...

Valmont taught you nearly
everything you wanted to know,

like every young girl.

I can't see the harm in it.

Everything went fine.

You should be proud
of yourself, not upset.

- I'm ashamed.

- Love comes with shame
as well as pain.

But it's only momentary.

After, only pleasure remains.

- Really?

- And I think that Valmont
is an excellent choice.

He's a lover of no consequence,
a rite of passage.

He's available, experienced,
he's not sentimental.

To be frank,
had you asked my opinion,

I would've recommended it.

You should see him again.

- Oh, no, that's too much.

- Danceny's going to call you
every night, around 12:00.

If you don't take his call,
he'll start to...

to doubt himself.
He'll start to worry.

You still have so much
to learn with Valmont.

You see, he's so gifted.

[swing jazz]

Come on everybody

It's the new step

It's the Madison

Yes sir
it's the crazy new step

It's the Blue Madison

Hit it

- Go ahead.

(playing "Let's Twist Again')

- Do you where a woman's age
is most noticeable?

- On the neck.
- No.

- The hands.
- No.

- The length of the skirt?

- No.

Dancing.

There comes a time
when you feel your age --

when you don't want to learn
the latest dances.

I learned the waltz, the tango,
even rock.

But the twist? I give up.

Now I know I'm old.

- Have you heard
from your husband?

- Oh, yes, always the same.

- No news, then.
- You could say that.

- I admire... the way...
he trusts you, and himself...

to leave you alone like this
for so long.

- His assignment in Africa
is terribly important.

- Maybe, but does he realize...

what a beautiful,
desirable wife he has?

- Even when I married him,
I knew I wouldn't see him much.

- You seem more like a widow
than a wife.

Oh, I'm sorry,
I've hurt your feelings.

It's just... I'm so jealous.
Horribly jealous.

And envious...

Surely he deserves you
more than I, but...

I think I hate him.

Excuse me.

I've no right to make such a--
- No, you don't.

-I'm sorry.

The main thing
is your happiness.

You are happy, aren't you?

Yes, you are happy.
It's obvious.

I'd better go.

- So that's Marie Tourvel.

The tricky one
who takes up all your time.

- Yes.

- She looks prudish.

- She's not at all.
She's blazing ice.

She won't hold out much longer.

- Do it. I hate failure.

- Picked one out yet?

- Just looking.
Many are decorative.

- Anything tempting?
- No, too easy.

- Who cares how easy it is,
as long as it's pleasurable.

- It's pleasure
that dominates you,

not the other way around,
Valmont.

I can read you like a book.
You hide nothing.

And you end up
with the reputation you deserve,

that of a lecher.

I'm perceived
as an ice-cold woman...

who has principles.

- Never understood why you go
to such great lengths.

- Only one thing I can
call mine... my thoughts.

- From the age of 15, I worked
to render them impenetrable.

I control it all. I hide it all.

I fake it all.

Even pleasure...
- Why?

- My thoughts are for me alone.

I only reveal
what is useful to disclose.

The world's a circus, Valmont...
a great circus.

It's all about self-knowledge
and knowing who the others are.

- Mm... why?

- For the power.

Over ourselves and over others.

- Power's unobtainable.

- You're wrong.

Power, unlike pleasure,
is for taking and keeping.

-Hmm, I love it
when you stand up to me.

- Then you'll love me forever.

Please

Let me sit down

Beside you

- The little Volanges girl
has been deflowered.

It's time... for my reward.

- Later.
- Well, a down-payment.

- First, I want you
to get her pregnant.

- It's done. Down-payment.

- When you've subdued
Marie Tourvel.

For the moment,
she's stringing you along.

- Promise?
- Promise.

- Come and dance.

- We're not supposed
to get along together, remember?

Dance with Marie Tourvel.

A woman without her husband
always loves to be invited to dance.

- I have to possess that woman

to escape the ridicule
of being in love with her.

...without you
is so painful

Yeah

I was tempted
to call it a day yeah

You've got me in your hand

Why can't you understand

I love you baby

Far more than one can say

- You're all by yourself?

- Yes. And I'd like
to keep it that way.

- All right, young lady,
back to your lessons.

- Danceny's going to call.
- So what?

[ring!]

Hello?

Yes, she's here.

She's very, very tired,

and not very well,

but she managed to make it.

Maybe she's in love.

Don't worry. I'm looking
after her as if I were you.

In fact, I think I'm going
to replace you.

I'll put her on.

- Hi.

Oh, I miss you so much.

Yeah, and the music
we make together.

No, I'm okay,

I'm just extremely tired.

I'm only dreaming of one thing,
and that's to get to bed.

Valmont's very...

Valmont...
is very gentle, very nice.

Okay, big kiss.

- Right now, I want a list...
- Of what?

- A list of things
the man says to the woman.

- You can't list
things like that.

- Yes you can. To mention them
to your husband.

I want their names.
- No.

- The names in Latin.

- Are you ill, dear?

You look as if you cried
all night.

- Cecile's keeping a secret.

Last night, she followed
one of my suggestions.

That's why
she hasn't slept a wink.

She read a romance novel
I gave her.

It had the same effect on her
as it did on me.

That's why she's so tired.

Isn't that right?
- Yes.

- I'd love read
this romance novel myself.

Can I borrow it for the night?

- I'm not an idiot, Isabelle.

I know you just lied
to protect Cecile.

It's my own fault.

I've been too strict with her.

I raised her as if we were
in the 19th century.

Let her marry Danceny
if that's what she wants.

Gercourt is coming over tomorrow;
I'll tell him everything.

- Gercourt will arrive tomorrow?
- Yes.

- Poor Cecile, since I told her
she couldn't have Danceny,

she's looked a complete wreck.

She's been crying all night.
Well, you saw that.

Well, obviously, I was wrong.

It's her life, after all.

Let her marry Danceny
and forget Gercourt.

He's a big boy, he can take it.

- But Danceny
hasn't got any money.

- Cecile is worth a fortune.

She wouldn't need Danceny's
money, even if he had any.

- You're absolutely right
about why Cecile is moping.

But I truly... I don't think
you should give way.

- Why?

- Danceny has already got
someone else.

- What? Cecile knows it?

- I'm keeping it from her.

- We have to tell her.
- No, no.

Imagine what she'd be like
when Gercourt gets here.

- She'll be nice to him,
knowing he's an honest man.

- She'll be even nicer if
she still has a bad conscience.

Remember how nice you were
to your husband

when you were coming
straight from your lover.

- Good night, Marie.

I'm off to bed.
- Good night.

You look tired.

- Tonight?
- No, I mean in general... recently.

You seem to be avoiding me.

- You noticed.

- You are avoiding me.

Is there something wrong?

- Yes. Friendship.

It's just, um...
well, it's not my sort of thing.

Not with you.

1 go to bed, I can't sleep.

I spend all night
awake with you...

in my head.

And not in my arms,
which is where I want you.

You're the reason I'm tired.

I love you.

And I know you love me.

- How can you say that?

- You've told me so yourself,
a million times.

You don't see your eyes
when you look at me.

And how come you never left when
I broke my word and came back?

- I should've left.

- Look at me.

Look at me in the eyes
and swear, swear...

that I am the biggest fool
in the world...

when I tell myself
that you love me.

- Please...

Please don't let me do this,
please.

I can't do this.

- Good night, then.

- Thank you.

- I love you.

- I know.

[Valmont walking away]

- She's ripe.

Ten to midnight.
It's about time.

Now, debauchery class.

- Hello

- You're looking
very pleased with yourself.

- I should be. Marie Tourvel
fell into my arms last night.

- Soit's done?
- No, I let her go.

Because she...
stirs something in me.

- Really?

- In actual fact,
I had a rendezvous with Cecile.

She'll be mine, tonight.

And after tomorrow...

I'll get my reward... You.

I'll be relieved
when it's over with Cecile.

My life is hell.

I long for one woman,
but sleep with another.

Cecile has become
quite the trollop.

I have nothing more
to teach her.

I think she sees me
as her boy toy.

- Poor Valmont.

- I'm worried.
I still haven't had my period.

- These things happen.

- Yes, but it's worrying
it's happening now.

- What? You don't mean
to tell me you're pregnant?

You took precautions,
didn't you?

- Yes, I hope Valmont...

Valmont promised me
that he's always been careful.

- Oh, well, in that case.

It's easy.
You simply take a test.

We could do it right away.

- Gercourt's arriving
this afternoon.

- I'll take care of it.
You take care of Gercourt.

Make out everything's fine,
be nice to him,

and I'll take care
of everything.

- Mademoiselle Volanges
didn't come with you?

- She couldn't come. I'll take
her the results of the test.

- I can't hand them over
to anyone but her.

- But I'm her godmother.

- Client confidentiality.
Come back with her.

- Cecile won't come back.
She's terrified.

- Those are the rules.
She must come.

- She wouldn't dream of it.

She's so scared
of not being pregnant,

she couldn't handle
the disappointment.

If she were not pregnant,
she might do something stupid.

- Well, in that case,

she need have no fear
of coming to see me.

- Bless you.

Ah, Antoine...

What a pleasure.

- Isabelle...

You look marvellous.

- You have no right
to compliment other women

now that you're getting married.

We often talk about you.

But you exist more in our minds
than in the flesh.

- That sounds like a reproach.

- Yes, and one that I make
because Cecile would never dare.

We've become great friends,
Cecile and I

I stand up for my friend Cecile
against my friend Gercourt.

And I say, Gercourt, we don't
see you enough. We miss you.

No need to worry,
the test is negative.

Well, my dear, I must leave now.
I have to get back to Paris.

- Already?

- Please stay a while.

- I was here when I was needed,
but now I'm not.

Look at you both. I'm the last
person in the world you want.

Knocki in Yes? ol

Come in.

- Isabelle, I wanted to...

- Thank me? Not necessary.

- I wanted to tell you
how much I admire you.

We used to be... close--

- Close?

We were lovers.

- Yet you're not jealous.
You help me with Cecile,

encourage her to wait for me.

I admire you.

Elegance in despair, perhaps.

- Don't worry. Yes, I do
still have feelings for you,

but they're under control.

You know what would
make me very happy?

- What?

- Forget it.
- Tell me.

- I'd like to be godmother
to your first child.

- Ah...
Absolutely, with pleasure.

- Really?

- Well, I promise you,
I'll see to it.

- Women won't be jealous?
- We don't care, in any case.

You have priority.
- I'm so happy.

- Me too. And if the family
kicks up a fuss,

well, we'll just have
to make it up to them

with the next child, won't we?

I want a whole football team.

- I feel you'll have only one.

- I don't understand.
How ghastly.

- I shouldn't have told you?

- No, no, you were right to.

- I shouldn't have shattered
your illusions.

- No, I had the feeling
on the phone,

that Cecile had changed.

I even felt I was boring her
sometimes.

One or two nights,
she didn't even bother to pick up.

I should have guessed.

- You couldn't.

Everybody thought that, uh...
Gercourt was the begetter.

And him not being there...

Who could have imagined?
Her water-skiing instructor...

I want you to promise me
something, Rafael.

Not to call her.

I won't let you make
a fool of yourself.

- Agreed?
- Agreed.

Imagine, a girl I took to be
all right, an angel...

doing this.
- With a water-skiing instructor.

And you should have seen
this playboy with his tan

like a... plastic handbag --
and just as cheap.

[sighing]
- Please excuse me.

- Oh, dear, dear, dear.
Poor, poor boy.

- I beg your pardon?

- I'd like another Alexandra,
please.

- Yes, madam.

- Marie...

Marie?

Where's Marie?

- She left this afternoon.
- She left?

- You could call it that,
conceivably.

- Huh! I'm astounded.

She didn't tell me.
She didn't say goodbye.

It's... it's so unlike her.

- It's true
she wasn't herself today.

I got the impression
that she was running away.

I even have a vague idea
what she was running away from.

- Me.

- Worse... her conscience.

Our lovely Marie believes
in marriage and fidelity.

With you, her faith's
been severely put to the test.

- My aunt, I assure you
I've done nothing.

- I know, but she'd have loathed
you if you'd leapt on her.

Hmm... As you didn't, she's
completely attached to you.

Poor Marie.

Hmm... She's taken refuge
at home in Paris.

All alone to try to save,
at whatever cost,

her idea of a happy marriage.

She must be suffering a lot.

- She's suffering?

- You're incorrigible!

Pretending
people don't suffer...

That proves
that you have no principles.

One suffers from the very
moment that one's heart

and one's mind
are in complete opposition.

[Valmont]: I have principles...

But they're all rotten.

She left as well?

- Who left besides
Madame de Merteuil?

- Yes, Marie Tourvel.

- Oh. Well, Madame de Merteuil
is not here.

Neither is Cecile.
She's having diner with Gercourt.

- Thank you. Good night.

- Valmont, my friend.

This is Samantha, my wife.

- Wife number eight,
by my count.

Delighted.

- What are you doing
at this old fogy's?

- Relieving boredom.

- With me?

You know very well
I've been after you for years.

- It's been a long run.
- And you run fast.

- I'm returning
to my favourite foes: women.

Please

Let me sit down

Beside you

I've got something to tell you

You should know...

- Dear Edouard...
I needed to come home.

I miss you so much.
Please come home soon.

[doorbell ringing]

Living without you
is so painful

I was tempted
to call it a day yeah

You've got me in your hands

Why can't you understand

I love you baby...

- You ran away.
Was it from me?

Are you going to keep
running away?

- I have to.

- I'm hurting.

-And I

- So that's it. The thing
that we have in common.

- It's better that way.

- To suffer separately,
than to be happy together.

If that's the way you want it,
we shall have to part.

For longer than you imagine...

I'm going to China
for two years.

- China?

- Paris Match wants me to do
this picture story in China.

Until now, I said no.

But this morning, I accepted.

- You didn't.

- I leave on Thursday.

You want me to be unhappy...
What better way?

- No... No, I want you
to be happy.

- No, you don't want
my happiness.

Doesn't matter.

I want yours.

You need peace of mind
to be happy.

I've distracted that.
I still do.

It's better if I leave.

You've done something to me that
no woman has ever done before.

You can't imagine
how much I love you.

You've given my life
some meaning at last...

whatever becomes of me.

I'll always remember you
for that.

- No, don't say that.

- You've shown me, Marie,

that love's got nothing to do
with happiness.

Because of my love for you,
I can never see you again.

I accept that.

Because of my love,
I must sacrifice my happiness

for yours.

I accept that.

I accept it all...

because of my love.

For the only true blessing...

[music]

Is love itself.

[music]

You must promise me one thing.

My sacrifice
won't be for nothing.

Promise me you'll be happy.

Promise.

[music]

Promise.

Adieu, Marie.

[music]

- No...

[music swelling]

[clock bell ringing 7:00]

Cancel your trip to China.

- Do you know
what you're saying?

- I want you to stay with me.

- There's nothing
I'd like to do more, but...

- Do you love me?

- Mm-hmm.

- A lasting love?

- Eternal love.

Then cancel your trip
to China.

- What about your husband?

- I'll get a divorce.

Call them.

Go on.

- Hello, Paris Match?

Would you put me through
to Mr. Theron, please.

Oh, he's not there?

Could you say that Valmont
can't go any longer to China.

Can you hear me?

Valmont is not going
to China anymore.

V-A-L-M-O-N-T.

- At last.

[Valmont sighing]
- What a woman.

- Pardon?

- She's like no one
I've ever met.

She'd almost have me
believing in love.

- And who do you mean?

- Marie Tourvel...

Who I've just left
after one night

and one whole day of passion.

- You have been drinking.

- Yes.

I'm completely drunk.

I was very nearly sincere
when I swore...

to love her eternally.

- You're in love.

- No.

- Yes.

You love this woman. It's an
accident you better be aware of.

- Let's just say I'm feeling
a little more satisfied than usual.

My joy is proportional to the amount
of hard work I put into it.

- I think you've been had
by this Marie Tourvel.

You've met your match,
my poor Valmont.

- Oh, I think
you're making fun of me.

- I am, as usual.

Shall we go out?
- It's just that--

- I'd really like
to go out for a drink

in a place where there's music.
I'd love that.

- But I have to get back
to Marie.

- Why do that?

- I made a promise.

- Now that it is done, you're not
obliged to keep your promises.

- Ah, I get it. You want her
to fall even harder for you.

- That's right.

- Such refinement in your cruelty.
You're an artist.

- A leopard
can't change his spots.

You won't be angry?

-No, as it is
such a good cause.

- Do you know where I can find
Rafael Danceny?

- He's in the rehearsal room,
upstairs.

- Thank you.

Excuse me.

[violin music]

Rafael...

I've called and called
and called so many times.

Every time I feel like you hang
up because you hear my voice.

What's my crime exactly?

Can you tell me
just that one thing?

Please don't do this to me!

I love you so much.

- I like that.

- Excuse me.

- Cecile...

- He doesn't love me anymore.

I keep making blunders.

- Yes.

Sleeping with Valmont,
falling out with Danceny.

What next?

- Marrying Gercourt.

- I don't know what to think.

- You can be sure of one thing:

Gercourt has always
treated you decently.

- True, but...
- But?

- I'm still in love with Danceny.
-So?

Marrying Gercourt won't keep you
from seeing Danceny.

If you two reconcile.

Gercourt will make
an ideal husband

for an indecisive woman.

Always away travelling,

busy with his career,
confident of his own charm.

You'll be free
to do as you please.

Trust me, marry him.

- I still haven't had my period.

- It happens.
Especially at your age.

The test came out negative.

Lean on me. And stop worrying
about everything.

Tell me about
your engagement dress.

- The cream-coloured dress
trimmed with lace.

- Bravo.

I admire you.

- I'm admired by many, but...
never loved.

- You want to be loved,
be more lovable.

- Pardon?

- Obviously, Danceny,
you're serious, far too serious.

Great music, great love...
It all has to be great with you.

It's frightening.

Little women
prefer little things in life.

- I often think I'm boring.

- No, you're not boring.
You're impressive.

- Is there a cure for it?

- Be a little more frivolous...
or fickle or flippant.

- You haven't answered me.
Is there a cure?

-Yes,
with an experienced teacher.

- Would you teach me?

[chuckling]

- No more students for me.

- Please, I'll do anything.

- Well, why not?

- Good afternoon.
- Good day, sir.

[thunder rumbling]

- Why did you want to leave Paris
in such a hurry?

- I wanted to protect us.

- From what?

- The world. Your husband.

- Your past?

- Mm.

[birds chirping]

- My dear Rosemonde,
haven't you any news either?

I'm the last person in the world
to worry about where Valmont is,

but someone at the foundation
is after him to do some photos.

So, well, if you have any news,
you'll let me know?

And what about that lovely
what's-her-name, uh... Marie?

Any news at all?
Talk to you soon, Rosemonde.

[blues piano in background]

- Thanks for coming.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

- Hmm, you're pretty.

- At last I get to attend
your engagement party.

Well, it's not the role I cast
myself in, but never mind.

Is it everything Cecile
and you ever dreamed of?

- I shall be eternally grateful
to you, my dear, dear Isabelle.

- No...
- Oh, yes, yes.

You've been just perfect.

I thank you sincerely,
from the bottom of my heart.

- Don't mention it.
The pleasure was all mine.

Such a long face.

- I don't feel very well.

So tired... I put on weight.

- Is it to do with Danceny?

- He never called me back.

As if I never existed.
Did you try to speak to him about me?

- Well, I spoke to him, but, uh,
he went very quiet.

Asked me politely never to raise
the subject with him again.

- How is that possible?

Could he have known?
- What?!

- Valmont?

- But how could...

Only three people
knew about it --

you, me... and Valmont.

- Him and his big mouth.

- No, that is not possible.
That'd be too vile.

- He's completely capable of it.

- Please, Cecile,
you're looking very pale.

Cecile... Cecile! Here!

Quick! A doctor and hurry!

Somebody call a doctor!

Oh, my poor dear.
- Please help me.

- I don't understand.
Is it something she ate?

- I take it you're the family.
- Yes.

- I'm very sorry, but I'm afraid
she lost the child.

But there's nothing
to worry about. She's fine.

A miscarriage
helps one stay healthy.

Nature is a very,
very clever bird.

Nature discharged the child
from the womb

because it knew the child
wasn't viable.

- Thank you, thank you.

- All the same, Antoine,
you might have told us

you had not respected
the marriage date.

I noticed Cecile was gaining
a little weight,

but if I'd known, I'd have encouraged
her to see a gynaecologist.

This is not a good start
for a marriage.

- I would never
have thought that of you!

- I've never slept with Cecile.
- Oh, yes?

Must be
the immaculate conception?

- I have never slept
with Cecile.

- Coward. He won't admit
to his sins.

You might as well say
that Cecile is a tramp.

- But she is a tramp.

Why don't you ask her, then?

- That's exactly what I'm going to do,
and you'd better watch out.

I'll be believing her, not you,
all right?

Cecile, my dear,

I want a straight answer.
I won't be upset.

Is Antoine the father?

- No.

- Then who is?!

Danceny?

- Who's Danceny?

- It's Danceny, isn't it?

A violinist without a penny
to his name. He'll pay for this.

I'll have him tried and jailed!

- It wasn't Danceny.

- There's someone else?

Who?

- Valmont.

[Volanges]: Valmont.

That swine.

I might've guessed it.
I did guess it!

He's not a man, he's the devil!
I'll kill him. I'll kill him.

IILKkill him! I'll kill him!

- Oh, Antoine.

I didn't know.

I'm-- I'm... so sorry.

- What's happening to me,
Isabelle?

What have I done
to deserve this?

- You've done nothing
to be punished.

There's no God,
there's no devil, no fate.

There are just sometimes...
dangerous liaisons.

[Marie laughing]

- Think I'll go take a shower.

- I'll take them back in
and join you.

[birds chirping]

- See you at 10:00 tomorrow.

- Aye, sir.
- Thank you.

[horses whinnying]

- Bad timing,
or are you happy to see me?

- Mmm... Uh, happy, of course.

- I don't believe you.

Still under the illusion
that you don't feel

some attachment
to Marie Tourvel?

Well, this is love,
or love never existed.

- You're mad.

- Your acts speak louder than
your words and they betray you.

You take her away, protect her,
but you betray us.

- She's long wanted
to come here.

- Liar.

You planned this trip.
Should I ask her?

She's a very ordinary woman,
Marie Tourvel.

Your feelings for her
make her beautiful.

- You're in love, Valmont.

- It's not possible.

- But you are.

- There's no way I'm in love.

- Prove it.

- I don't follow.

- Make her suffer.

- In that case,
I'll disappear abruptly.

- No, that's too easy.

You will deceive her.

- Deceive her, but with whom?

- Just you wait and see.

Remember Emilie?
- Emilie?

- She happens to be staying
at the other hotel.

I'm at the Collins
with Danceny.

- Danceny?
- Yes.

He's my new lover.
Didn't you know?

Don't let me down.

- Well, well.
Are you coming, my sailor boy?

[clock strikes 3 o'clock]

- Excuse me, have you seen
Monsieur Valmont?

- No.

- Hello.

[horses grunting]

- Quickly, yes, quickly!

[moaning]

[giggling]

[hysterical laughter]

Farewell, Valmont.

[thunder rumbling]

- Marie...

We've got to talk.

Please open up.

I have to talk to you.

Marie...

Tell Madame de Merteuil
she has a visitor.

- Yes, sir.

[thunder rumbling]

- I'm with Danceny.
What do you want?

- Danceny...

Danceny is no more important
than Marie Tourvel.

You... and me.
That's what counts, isn't it?

It's done.

Marie Tourvel is betrayed.

In dispair. In tears.

She refused me admission.

Are you satisfied?

- If you are.

You should. You've won.

You're free again.
- At what price?

- Oh, don't break my heart.

- Now...

I want my reward.

- And you shall have it.
- Now. This evening.

Tonight.

- Can't be done, Valmont.

- You gave me your word.

- Don't glare at me like that.

Obviously you don't want me
tonight. You hate me.

- We made a deal, and you are
bloody well going to honour it.

- Desire, I'll honour.
Anger, I bloody well will not!

I'm not coming second
to Marie Tourvel, or Emilie,

I'm not third choice.

- You're the one that I want.
I did all this for you.

I could make you happy.

- You're not too humble.
Neither am I.

Give me one good reason
why I should give in to blackmail.

Come on.

Think back.

The nights we spent together.

You said you'd never had better.

I even suspect
you imposed this separation

because it was too good.

You felt dependent.

Am I right?

- Yes.

You were once more attentive.

You once waited
for me to say yes!

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