Everything.
Who is she?
[Camille] Your challenge.
Jacqueline de Montrachet.
If you could seduce her,
and there must be proof-- a letter
from her to you.
-Your late husband's son... -Prévan.
[Gabriel] Pascal Valmont.
[Ondine] That man has no place in my family.
He is disinherited and penniless.
It's Camille. She always wore it.
See that no one touches her.
If you are in need of comfort, I--
Bring me the letter my wife intended for me.
Have you forgotten your reputation is in my hands?
Why do you not simply cast her out?
[Jean] Far better that she leave
because she cannot bear to stay.
I need to see the letter Madame wrote.
Ariadne! She is saying, "Forgive me."
-Be silent! -[Camille] Victoire!
Victoire.
I must forgive.
To find the light.
Otherwise, the darkness here
will overtake you.
[screams]
[dramatic music plays]
-[gasps] -Even God does not forgive.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[bells tolling]
[Father Pietra] I've been asked to recommend a girl
from this orphanage,
someone who can hold up her head in a great house,
someone who can serve a fine couple.
[ethereal music plays]
♪ ♪
I am Madame de Montrachet...
♪ ♪
...but I'll be a mother to you.
♪ ♪
[Pascal] What were you thinking?
[sighs] Call it an act of charity.
[Pascal scoffs] As we speak,
beggars all over the city
are crying out to be drenched in blood.
Didn't I drive her into your arms?
And from them, into her home,
from which she is yet to emerge.
You almost seem concerned for her.
[Pascal] She means nothing to me, Camille.
What is she to you?
One moment, you beg me to seduce her.
The next, the very sight of her
leads you to act like a madwoman.
She's a friend of yours, perhaps?
Nobody ever talks about what the Baptists did.
I hear Salome was avenging her mother.
Fail at the task I have set,
you will never see your letters again.
Do not bring your recklessness to my letters.
There are rules to this.
If I cannot understand you, I cannot help you.
Why do you hate Madame de Montrachet?
You do not need to understand, Valmont.
You simply need to do as I ask you to.
Then I'll put it another way.
If I cannot understand you, I cannot trust you.
I am done with this.
-You would not walk away. -Why?
Because you crave the return of your beloved letters.
Valmont.
Valmont!
[dramatic string music plays]
♪ ♪
[Pascal grunts]
Why so angry, Pascal?
[Pascal grunts]
[Preval laughs] Is it money...
...or women?
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
[laughs] A woman.
But which--
the one you lost
or the one you seek?
♪ ♪
[singing in Italian]
♪ ♪
[singing along]
[off-key vocalizing]
♪ ♪
-[applause] -[Jean] Ah. Bravo.
[Emilie] I'd like to try the last refrain one more time.
[Christine] Oh, my darling, we really must be on our way.
[Maurice] A happy day. A happy day.
Here is to many more.
It's refreshing to find a woman
incapable of anything but happiness.
I will see you again soon.
Camille. [chuckles]
I was so disappointed you weren't here.
I do look forward to spending some more time with you soon.
And tell me, has your maid recovered?
I thought so much about her.
[Camille] She's much better.
Thank you.
[Christine] Time to go. We mustn't be late.
[Maurice] Lovely to see you.
Goodbye.
The game's over.
Change is coming here.
Good day, Marquis.
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
Leave it.
♪ ♪
I hear there's to be a talk
at the Foreign Mission Society tomorrow.
And you'd like me to go?
Perhaps you enjoy me being attacked in the street, Henri.
[Henri] What happened was an indiscriminate act of violence.
There's a growing resentment in the poor towards our kind.
And what kind are we?
Their betters,
and we must behave as such, my love.
You haven't called me that in such a long time.
Then I am at fault.
It was not her.
-It was her. -It was not.
I saw her!
I saw the hate in her eyes.
It was the servant girl.
She's dead, a ghost, nothing more.
Jacqueline, I cannot lose you again to this madness,
so I beg you, put this behind you
and go back to the world.
You're expected at the talk.
You have a duty.
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
-[umpire] A hit to Valmont. -[applause]
♪ ♪
[umpire] A hit again.
[applause]
[all] Oh!
Vicomte de Valmont wins!
[crowd chanting] Valmont! Valmont! Valmont!
[umpire] Congratulations, Prévan.
[Ondine laughing]
You were so brilliant, darling!
A son any mother would be proud of.
-[person] Bravo, Valmont! -Congratulations.
[person] Bravo, Valmont!
My condolences.
Back in Paris only a few short days,
and already he's the toast of the town.
In a few weeks,
he'll be locked up in his barracks again.
With any luck, there'll be a war
and a cannonball will tear off his head.
Come now, Azolan.
I need you to take a letter to Camille.
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
[Gabriel] Sir, may I first of all say
what an honor it is to serve under you?
-[blowing nose] -By asking--
Uh, by asking to see me today,
I hope that means my work is making a difference to Paris...
[sneezes]
...and ultimately the king.
I have not called you in to praise you.
I have reports on you, Gabriel Carré,
that you are spending time on a personal matter.
[Gabriel] Sir, that is not the case.
It is an investigation,
although the woman lost was of great importance to me.
I heard she was a whore fished out of the river,
one of the many who cannot bear their miserable lives on Earth
and take their chances in the next life.
[sniffles]
[sighs] Get back to the real work, Carré,
not suicides of the dispossessed.
I will not have a disobedient man here.
You understand?
-[Victoire sighs] My head... -[Camille] Mm.
[Victoire] ...is it in one piece?
It has grown a friend,
and I have to tell you...
the friend is even prettier.
[Victoire] I thought I was free of it,
the falling sickness.
What happened after I fell?
Nothing of consequence.
Now broth.
[light knocking]
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[Camille] You have something to put to me?
I do hope it's an apology.
I have nothing to apologize for,
but I do have new terms.
You think you're in a position to set new terms?
If you wish me to continue my pursuit
of Jacqueline de Montrachet.
[Camille] I thought you wanted your letters back.
But then again, I did think you wanted me.
Stop it, Camille.
I don't know what this catfight I'm caught up in is,
but it seems far from the wager you enticed me with,
and you seem unwilling or unable
to share the truth with me.
I don't owe you the truth.
I'm here for what is mine.
When you have done what we agreed.
Why must everything be about you?
I'm talking of my inheritance, of my title of Vicomte.
Both were taken from me by my stepmother
and her cuckoo of a son when my father died.
Really spared me the details of who you are.
-So you have a title. -I have nothing.
That's why I need you to use your exemplary skills
of manipulation and deceit.
[scoffs] You have not lost your charm.
Draw out the truth about how this false Vicomtesse
made a puppet of my father on his deathbed
to disinherit me
so that I may get back what is rightfully mine.
These are my terms, Camille.
[laughs]
Well, I'm glad I've amused you.
I mean, you must see the irony.
The woman you wish to gain power over
is the one woman in Paris you can't seduce.
I shouldn't have come.
I know what it is to lose everything.
It's not the loss.
[Camille] Then what?
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
My father chose him...
...someone else's son to love more than his own.
♪ ♪
That is not your shame, but his.
Tell me where to find her.
♪ ♪
[Pascal exhales lightly]
[grand music plays]
♪ ♪
[Ondine] The skirt I bought the other week for the hunt,
I want a robe à l'anglaise to go with it.
Of course, Vicomtesse. Whatever you desire.
[Ondine] My philosophy too.
The Vicomtesse de Valmont?
They say the Vicomte died with a smile on his face.
Now she spends her days collecting clothes...
and gossip.
[Berthe] Slim sleeves like these?
[Ondine] Exactly. And the hair, Léonard?
A wig?
Like the one you had Madame Vauqueline wear
to the Comédie-Française last week.
-Yes. -No.
[Camille] It should be as the queen now wears it.
With green ostrich feathers.
And who are you?
Mademoiselle Camille.
The skirt should be plain-colored.
My guardian's wife was a great admirer of yours.
-Whose wife? -The Marquis de Merteuil's.
She was? [chuckles]
I heard rumor she didn't simply fall.
How do you find the Marquis?
He is a man not only of...great kindness
but of good taste
and generosity of spirit. [small laugh]
[chuckles]
He is a man-- we can agree on that--
and one who will soon have
every eligible woman in the city
knocking on his door.
[mischievous music plays]
♪ ♪
Call on me for tea.
We can discuss the Marquis'
many qualities and future prospects.
I will look forward to it, Vicomtesse.
Green ostrich plumes, Léonard.
Like the queen.
♪ ♪
[Azolan] That's her coach. She must still be inside.
[Pascal] Ah, you did well to find her, Azolan.
Wait for me here.
♪ ♪
[Vietnamese nun] In Upper Cochin, the Tay Sons
have issued edicts of persecution
against all Christians.
Children have been slain and orphaned.
My order has taken in many young girls.
We offer them shelter, what education we can.
Any contribution would be appreciated.
[Jacqueline] For the children.
[Vietnamese nun] God bless you.
Bless you.
Madame de Montrachet, you are recovered?
Oh, please, Monsieur Lucienne, I do not wish to think of it.
You have my appreciation for your kindness the other night.
I've no more to say.
I only want to return these.
[Jacqueline] But I gave them to the sister.
Forgive me, but they look better on you.
I gave twice their value.
Do not embarrass me by refusing.
They were for the children.
See they are returned to the collection plate.
You feel, as I do,
an especial affinity with the children.
They're innocent of sin.
Their suffering's undeserved.
But the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.
They know only honesty,
and that is the path to our Lord.
You are a man of genuine faith in Paris,
Monsieur Lucienne.
-[Pascal chuckles] -It's rare to see good things.
Ah, in another life, I would have taken holy orders myself.
I'm one of five,
the runt of the litter.
-I do not believe that. -It is true.
All brothers,
all of whom wished to join the Order of Saint Benedict.
Imagine my father's pleasure.
When my four brothers took the cloth,
I was instructed that, as the youngest,
I must carry the family name,
inherit the fortune that went with it.
-Most would call you lucky. -Or a fool.
Still, I fail my father by not marrying.
[chuckles]
And why is that?
There has been no woman who understood
that my love of God must come before my love of her.
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
Mistress lost her button from her coat.
Fell behind the seat.
Can I help?
I-I have small hands. It's really no trouble.
Leave it, boy.
[Pascal] I thought I would pray.
Would you care to join me?
Very well.
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, mother of God.
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, mother of God.
Grace. The lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, mother of God.
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, mother of God.
Hail Mary, full--
What are you doing?
The saint's uncorrupted heart
moved me to pray with you.
I have offended you.
Madame de Montrachet, please!
[scoffs]
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
Madame de Montrachet is buttoned tighter than her coat.
[Azolan] It's not as tight as it was.
[Pascal] Mm.
The coat, uh, it lost a button.
The coachman and the maid
were looking for the button from her coat
while you were attending the meeting.
Looking where?
In the coach.
Together?
Yes.
♪ ♪
[Suzette giggles]
[Olivier] What do you think you're doing?
More to the point, what are you doing?
He's a gentleman!
And you are fornicators.
What would your mistress think if she knew
that you were rutting in her coach?
-We would be ruined, sir. -Mm.
-How much to keep quiet? -[chuckles]
The suggestion that you could buy me off is offensive.
Throw your fat-knuckled punch. It'll hurt you more than me.
Go cool that hot head.
For her, not you.
Yes, yes. We don't have all day.
Monsieur, you cannot tell our mistress.
Please.
Do exactly as I instruct,
and she'll never hear of this.
♪ ♪
What are you doing?
Madame, I feel unwell. May I?
Well, you should have said.
♪ ♪
Isn't that the man from the Foreign Mission Society?
Olivier, stop the carriage!
Fetch that boy to me.
Now, Suzette, before he goes.
♪ ♪
What's wrong with your leg?
Uh, crushed by a noble's horse, Madame.
There's worse things in life.
My parents were taken by the pox.
-Oh, you poor child. -I don't need anyone's pity.
Olivier, give the boy what money you have on you.
[coins jingling]
Thank you, my lady.
So tell me, what business did you have
with Monsieur Lucienne?
[Azolan] I'm sworn to secrecy,
but since you paid me,
I'm to be a student at his school for orphans
when he's raised the money for it.
And thank you.
[Pascal whistles]
Oh, she believed you.
I believed myself.
And the world's a cruel place for orphans.
You should find some and give that to them.
Oh, what an excellent idea, Azolan.
Some for you... and some for me.
The game is on.
♪ ♪
You haven't been in Paris long enough
to meet my son, Prévan.
He was, until recently,
the most eligible bachelor in town, but...
he is to be married to Cécile de Volanges,
a daughter of the Duke.
So... tell me, now we are alone.
Was marriage to Jean
the reason why his wife jumped to her death?
[chuckles]
There are rumors he was never faithful to her.
As I said, Vicomtesse,
the Marquis is a good man.
That was not your implication at Madame Berthe's.
I may be blunt?
I let you believe so.
I hoped I might befriend you.
[Ondine scoffs]
You thought such an alliance
would be to your advantage.
I feel naive,
exposed here.
And I have no guardian now to guide me.
We are cut from the same cloth.
To get what you truly want in this city,
you must destroy everything
and everyone that stands between you and it.
How, Vicomtesse?
By showing no mercy.
Is that your own experience?
[Ondine laughs]
Camille, I'm almost offended.
You must think of my words as that of a mentor's.
Theoretical examples.
Let me finish now with some advice
if you wish to thrive here.
Make a good match,
an alliance of beauty, brains,
and a rich and powerful husband.
I am almost cursing myself
I did not move more swiftly on your Marquis.
Well, he is unlikely to marry.
His wife is only recently gone.
My second piece of advice:
keep your ear at every door.
You've been asleep, Camille.
[tense music plays]
Jean de Merteuil is already bound to be married
to Emilie de Sevigny.
That... hyena of a mother of hers
has caught him by the throat.
[whispering] Strike fast and without fear,
or lose.
♪ ♪
One must admire her...
from a distance, of course.
She's quite lethal.
♪ ♪
No one ever bought me a dress.
What do you think?
You will look lovely, mademoiselle.
[chuckles]
[sighs]
All right, this one.
[Gabriel] Wrap it.
[Rose] I don't know how to thank you.
[shopkeeper] Five livres.
Oh, when can I have it?
It's not for you.
-You said to-- -Choose a dress...
...which you have done.
If that was not clear,
accept my apologies.
It was not clear.
-[door bell jingles] -[priest] God be with you.
[all] And with you.
[Pascal] Madame de Montrachet.
I wanted to apologize for my behavior at the chapel.
My actions were totally out of character.
-I never imagined... -I believe you.
[Pascal] ...I'd meet a woman who loved our Savior
with the same devotion--
You do?
I had hoped to see you.
You're trying to set up a school
for the poor orphans of the city.
It doesn't matter how I know.
Might I venture
that since you were denied your vocation,
you feel compelled to serve God
by helping those less fortunate than yourself?
None more so than the children.
The kingdom of God belongs to such as these.
[Pascal chuckles]
I will see you have some money for your school.
I cannot accept your kind offer.
Well, then I cannot accept your apology.
It will bind us together in venture.
So be it.
[footsteps]
[Jean chuckles]
You are well again, I see.
[Victoire] The opposite.
I am sickened.
You like these pretty things.
I'll see that you have more.
Now that I think of it,
a little bird in the kitchen
told me you were fond of bonbons.
Is that why you're here, Monsieur,
to offer me pretty things and bonbons?
Well, there must be something you want.
[Victoire] For what?
You're not naive. Don't act as if you are.
-The letter. -There. See?
Far smarter than your mistress.
Name your price.
For betraying my friend or dishonoring myself?
Perhaps you have money for both.
[huffs]
Who is Ariadne?
Ariadne was a girl like you.
A waif, a stray.
Unloved, unnoticed.
The sort of girl that adds nothing to the world.
My wife brought her in for companionship as...
one would a cat.
And when she grew tired of her,
she threw out the cat.
Give me the letter, or I will drag it from you!
[tense music plays]
[Victoire breathing fast]
Child, what is the matter?
♪ ♪
[Victoire] It's Jean!
He's searching our room, searching for the letter.
He will not rest until he finds it.
We have to go now, Camille.
Go! Anywhere. Now.
[Camille] Did he hurt you?
♪ ♪
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[grunts softly]
[breathing heavily]
[coughs]
[grunts]
[coughing]
[sniffles]
♪ ♪
[groans]
[grunts]
♪ ♪
[knocking]
May we come in?
I'm entertaining.
But do join us.
Azolan...
how are you?
Uh, thank you for asking, my lady.
Um, we're just having some boiled grain and squirrel stew,
-if you'd care for some. -I suspect she's already eaten.
Yes. I'm afraid so.
Maybe the little thief is hungry.
Rather a thief than a faithless blackmailer.
Now, I can't tell if you speak of me or your mistress.
Victoire, please wait outside.
[Pascal] Take her some stew, Azolan.
[door slams]
You have made progress with my stepmother?
[Camille] There is a more pressing matter.
Madame left a note.
That's how I've been maintaining my place
in Saint-Honoré.
Leave others' words alone, or you will choke on them.
Something I think you've learned at first hand.
Did she ever talk to you of a girl she befriended?
Merteuil was never a woman for friends.
The girl was Ariadne.
Valmont, I see you know this name.
And if I do?
[suspenseful music plays]
♪ ♪
We might trade.
Trade what? Hmm?
♪ ♪
I took tea with Ondine de Valmont
this afternoon.
You have made progress quickly. And?
My first card is on the table.
Ah, and I may have heard of this Ariadne.
And?
I'm already your stepmother's friend.
It will take longer
to become her confidante.
Ah, one card, and you're played out.
♪ ♪
Not quite.
Ondine is ambitious.
Wealth is not enough.
She wants power.
She is in the market for a husband
who can give her what she desires.
Has she no shame?
Ariadne,
a girl Madame brought into the house
and filled with ideas above her station?
I doubt she was a girl Madame would have spent a moment with,
let alone brought into her house.
♪ ♪
Then from where may you have heard
of Ariadne?
There's a private club,
the kind a man might not to wish to advertise
he has affiliations with in...
polite society.
[Camille scoffs]
It's called The Labyrinth.
You've been there?
No, but I've heard mention of this Ariadne.
The name stuck with me.
It's uncommon.
Where is it?
Only men may cross the threshold.
♪ ♪
Then you'll have to help me.
Please.
♪ ♪
[Camille] You've made progress in your seduction
of Madame de Montrachet?
[Pascal] I have.
She believes you love God.
And I will convince her that she means more to me than Him.
And after that, she will open herself to you?
Like a flower opens itself to sunlight.
[tender music plays]
♪ ♪
Now?
The necktie.
What else?
Of course.
♪ ♪
Where did you get it?
[Pascal] I forget.
It's of no importance.
-[Camille chuckles] -[Pascal] Finishing touch.
[Camille chuckles]
[Camille sighs]
[Pascal] You like how it feels?
Yes.
Imagining the world and everything in it
is mine to have.
♪ ♪
Or not.
As I wish.
I thought we might talk.
[Majordome] Marquis?
[Jean] You think I did not love her,
my wife, don't you?
I can see it in your eyes.
It's not my place to have an opinion.
But you do.
You kept her letter from me. That's an opinion.
I've had time to reflect, and...
I'm glad you did it.
Thank you, Majordome.
You honored my wife's memory.
You protected her, as I failed to do.
And that is something I must live with.
I'm going to do better in my new marriage.
You're getting married?
And I'll return to the island.
But I'm torn.
Do I close up this house...
...or leave it in the care of the man
who loves it beyond all others?
In short, do I trust you as my wife trusted you?
And why did she trust you?
Because I cared for her.
[dramatic music plays]
And you cared for her wishes.
♪ ♪
The last thing she ever did was to write me that note.
The last thing she ever wanted was for me to see it.
And that's the truth, isn't it?
[whispers] Yes.
And will you betray her last wish?
[sighs]
You are my Majordome after all.
♪ ♪
[door thuds closed]
♪ ♪
[exciting music plays]
♪ ♪
[Victoire] If you value your life,
see she gets out safe.
Oh, your understated charm will take you places
you cannot imagine.
Find me a coach. Have it waiting.
♪ ♪
[Swiss] On whose invitation?
[coins clinking]
[door creaks open]
[coin rings]
[door slams]
♪ ♪
Your name, Monsieur?
Valmont.
The Vicomtesse's son?
[Pascal] The Vicomte's son.
With Prévan, my stepbrother.
Who do you desire?
Ariadne.
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[cane tapping]
♪ ♪
The Vicomte chooses you, Ariadne.
♪ ♪
We're together.
[Monsieur Darcque] Man is born alone and dies alone.
In between, he must find his way through the labyrinth...
alone.
[whispering] See that those two don't leave the club.
[courtesan] Mm-hmm.
♪ ♪
[pig snorting]
[elegant music plays]
[people moaning]
♪ ♪
[Pascal] How is... business?
Must you lock the door?
Confinement vexes me.
Besides, I really must get back to my brother.
Stepbrother.
After you have bound yourself.
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
I feel a slight chill. I might warm myself first.
I will warm you.
[both laugh]
I feel a great thirst.
Let us send for some wine.
A talent of mine is the anticipation of your needs.
Mm, I believe all pleasure is in...
anticipation.
Not all of it, surely.
[hat thuds]
What are you here for, Vicomte?
[Camille clears throat]
What does anyone want from you?
Well...
-men want to fuck me. -[Camille] Mm-hmm.
And though you clearly have balls,
they're not where they should be.
And if you were the Vicomte,
you would have chosen Theseus,
not Ariadne.
Prévan likes hard bodies.
Who are you?
And don't lie, or Monsieur Darcque
will cut us both a new smile.
I am a friend of a friend.
What friend do we have in common?
-The Marquise de Merteuil. -Mm.
She was no friend of ours.
You must do better... friend,
or you will not leave this room.
They can see us through the walls.
Kiss me.
♪ ♪
[Pascal] I will need some help with this.
You'll have to do better than that.
♪ ♪
[Pascal] I beg you.
♪ ♪
[gasps]
I seem to have the hang of this.
-[courtesan gasps] -[Pascal] Forgive me.
If I wasn't in such a rush...
That's what they all say.
Close your eyes.
[whispering] Count to ten.
[key jingles]
-[Pascal] Hmm. -[courtesan gasps]
Hey!
[door clicks open]
[Camille] She wanted your forgiveness...
Ariadne.
"The bitter secret our marriage bore.
Forgive me." Those were her last words.
What do they mean?
It's we who should have asked her forgiveness.
The things we do here condemn us all to hell.
Who's "we"?
She spoke only of you, of Ariadne.
Why should I trust you?
Because I have been where you are.
We are all Ariadnes here.
♪ ♪
[Ariadne gasps]
[whipping on flesh]
[people grunting and yelping]
[whack]
Aah!
[whipping and yelling continue]
The Marquis.
[Camille] He comes to you?
No.
♪ ♪
He owns us.
[Camille sighs] Merteuil.
We draw secrets like kisses
from the men who come here
for the Marquis.
What secrets?
All those little indiscretions a man may share
when he comes...
are given to him.
Secrets to be used in the future.
The more we draw,
the more chance we'll be given our freedom.
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Do not draw more suspicion than you already have.
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[person moaning]
-Camille? -[person] Harder, harder!
Harder!
[people moaning]
[softly] Camille?
[person] Harder! Harder!
Who the hell are you?
Guard!
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[Camille] Get out of here.
[Pascal] Camille!
We have to go.
[Ariadne gasps]
♪ ♪
[Pascal] Camille, now!
That's him.
The servants' stairs. Go.
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Over here!
[Camille groans]
[grunting]
Go! Go!
[horse whinnies]
[laughter]
I didn't know you were so fast!
It's easier to run as a man.
And then the girl-- you were kissing her.
It's good manners, isn't it, to kiss afterwards?
Who was the naked man?
We weren't formally introduced.
Bore a striking resemblance to the archbishop of Paris.
[Camille, laughing] My God!
[Victoire] Well?
I know Jean's secret.
I know what Ariadne means.
Thank you.
At your service, as you are at mine.
I will visit Ondine again.
And we'll have further adventures.
Is that not what brothers do?
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The world is a little kinder to us orphans tonight,
my friend.
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[Majordome] I couldn't stop him.
[Camille sighs]
What are you talking about?
[Majordome] He demanded the letter.
And you simply gave it to him?
He is master of this house.
Where is he?
Gone... to his engagement party.
He's marrying Emilie de Sevigny,
and he left instructions for me to ensure
that you left this house.
I'm sorry, mademoiselle, it was...
the letter or my place here.
He'll regret how he's treated us both.
Mademoiselle...
I would advise that you leave this house.
The Marquis can do whatever he wants
without consequence.
You can't win against that sort of power.
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You don't know me.
[sighs]
You don't know me, Majordome.
["Der Hoelle Rache" playing]
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