Camille

For the lady of the camellias.

And they're almost twice as large

as usual.

I shall have twice as many

as usual tomorrow.

Twice as man...? Oh, don't listen to her,

Barjon. I know what those things cost.

Aren't you willing to listen to her when

she orders hats and dresses from you?

They're an investment.

Of course, I order too many flowers,

hats and too many everything.

But I want them.

To the theater.

And there's no limit to your extravagance.

Now, you won't be young forever.

It's high time you settle something

about your future.

And I know the very man for you.

- Really?

- Yes, really.

Aren't you interested

to know who it is?

Oh, yes, who is it?

The Baron de Varville, one of the richest

and most elegant gentlemen in Paris.

One foot in the grave

and a wig on his head.

Not at all. Not at all. Quite the contrary.

He's young and handsome.

I heard from one of the girls in my shop

who heard from his valet...

...he's gonna be

at the theater tonight.

That's why I wanted you

to look your best.

Come here.

I want to send a note.

And I'll give you a handsome tip

if you get it to the right person.

Do you know the Baron de Varville?

- Yes, madame.

- Good.

Well, that's done.

We go this way.

My dear, you're as good

as a baroness already.

Don't forget. I arranged it all.

- Where are we sitting?

- Box A, of course. I always ask for Box A.

The baron can't miss it.

Come, come, old dear, open Box A.

- Someone else is in there.

- What?

- Good evening. Let me see your ticket.

- Here.

- Why, this says Box B.

- I asked for Box A.

If you'd wear your spectacles,

you'd see what you get.

- None of your lip.

- Not so much fuss.

- Wait, who's in there?

- A friend of yours.

- Olympe.

- Olympe.

Right.

Well, what's so funny about it,

I'd like to know.

How you arranged everything for Olympe.

That cat. If you think I'm going to let...

...a cheating, lying wretch like that

upset my plans, you're wrong.

- She's got to change places with us.

- Well, fight it out, ladies.

- My angel.

- Marguerite, darling.

Oh, how are you, my dear?

How beautiful we look this evening.

- Nice perfume. What is it?

- That's my secret.

- And how are you, you old robber?

- You're great for teasing, aren't you?

Is there any point in our staying out here

in this draft?

Oh, look here, Olympe, there's been

a little mistake about our tickets...

...and we want you

to change boxes with us.

Why?

I can't understand why you must sit

in this box when yours is just as good.

Well, you know Prudence.

She's a woman full of secrets.

Even changing her corset

is a great mystery.

Some things have to be a mystery.

But if you'll do what I ask you to do,

I'll send you that fur toque for a present.

It's a bargain.

During the intermission, I'll move.

Come here, Marguerite.

A note for Monsieur le Baron.

- Which is Box A?

- There, Monsieur le Baron. At the left.

Show me to my seat.

Doesn't Monsieur le Baron

wish to send an answer?

I'll wait and decide that later.

My dear, do you see that gentleman

standing up?

- Which one?

- In the second row on the aisle.

- Yes. Do you know him?

- I know who he is.

He's the fabulously rich de Varville,

Baron de Varville.

I didn't know that rich men

ever looked like that.

This one does. He's looking at us.

He's seen us looking at him.

I've changed my mind, Prudence.

You can keep your fur toque.

The Baron de Varville is on his way to this

box, and I'm going to stay and meet him.

But he's coming here to meet me.

- So that's what you had up your sleeve.

- I invited him to join us here myself.

Nothing could be better. Thank you,

my dear Prudence, for arranging it.

But having done so much,

you really must let me receive him alone.

- Unfortunately, I like him too.

- Why unfortunately?

Because his eyes have made love to me

all evening.

That's a lie. He barely glanced at you.

I never took my glasses from his face...

...except for an instant

to let him see mine.

Perhaps that was the instant

he smiled at me.

He did not smile at you,

and he won't meet you here.

Then he must look for me

somewhere else.

Sit down, Marguerite.

Listen, Olympe, I appeal to your sense

of honor, if you have such a thing.

Oh, shut up, you old woman.

Get out before I have you dragged out.

Come, come, Prudence.

You really are a fool, Olympe.

You're the fool.

You know that Prudence

is nothing but an old vulture.

Vulture! She called me a vulture.

That one who'd pick

a dead man's pocket.

I'll tell you something else. If you don't

stop being so easygoing with money...

...you'll land in the gutter before

you're through.

Or back on that farm

where you came from...

...milking cows

and cleaning out henhouses.

Cows and chickens make better friends

than I've ever met in Paris.

Come here.

Stop the baron from going to Box A.

Tell him to join us in Box B.

Hurry. Hurry!

Monsieur le Baron. There has been

a mistake, Monsieur le Baron.

The lady who sent you the note

does not wish you to go to Box A...

...but to join her and her friend in Box B.

So it is you. Do come in, monsieur.

But your answer, Monsieur le Baron.

You may say that for the moment

I am engaged.

- Are you following me?

- Yes.

You... Well, you did smile at me

a moment ago, didn't you?

Well, you tell me first whether

you smiled at me or at my friend.

- What friend?

- You didn't even see her?

- No.

- That's very nice.

I was wondering if you'd ask me to sit

down if I knocked at the door of the box.

Why not?

We really seemed fated to meet

this evening, didn't we?

Fate must've had something to do

with this evening.

I've hoped for it so long.

- You don't believe me?

- No.

The first time I saw you

was a year and a half ago.

You were in an open carriage

and dressed in white.

I saw you go into a shop

in the Place de la Bourse.

Yes, that might've happened. I went

to a dressmaker in Place de la Bourse.

You were wearing a thin dress

with miles of ruffles...

...a large straw hat, embroidered shawl,

a single bracelet and heavy, gold chain...

...and, of course,

the camellias at your waist.

You have a marvelous memory,

haven't you?

The next time was at the Opra Comique.

You were sitting in a box

with a fur coat on...

...and Gaston, a chap whom I know

who knows you...

...said, "Marguerite's been ill."

And that hurt me.

- The next time...

- Tell me, if all you say is true...

...why have you never

spoken to me before?

- In the first place, I didn't know you.

- You didn't know me tonight.

No, but after you smiled at me,

I knew you wouldn't mind.

And now, since you've met me?

Now I know that I love you...

...and have loved you

since that first day.

Marguerite, my dear.

After what happened,

I had to have a brandy.

- And after that, two brandies.

- Yes, and then he made me have another.

Well, that's only four.

Suppose you go and have another,

Prudence, and then...

Well, then another.

- You don't want to get me drunk, do you?

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