Camille Page #8

Well, this morning,

the bees left the hive...

...and we had to bring them back.

This afternoon, I washed my hair.

Those are the two exciting events

of my day.

The first time I leave you,

you change completely.

I come back to you happy,

with good news.

What do you call good news?

Have you been left a large fortune?

No, but I find I can do

as I please with my small one.

Well, don't you touch it.

Why, you'll be rich one month

and then have nothing.

If that's what you're afraid of,

you needn't worry.

We have something better to do than play

at being rich, even for a month.

Nichette and Gustave are already

looking for a house for us.

They're the sort of people

that think two rooms wonderful...

...three rooms a mansion,

and more than four rooms wicked.

What's the matter?

That's what I'm wondering.

Oh, darling, darling.

I'd begun to think you didn't love me.

Perhaps I don't really.

Yet only last night you were ready

to give up everything for me.

Well, that was last night, you know.

People say things they don't mean

sometimes at night.

Well, life is something besides kisses

and promises in the moonlight.

Even you should know that.

Yes.

Wasn't one summer all you wanted?

So you're going to leave me.

Yes.

- I could kill you for this.

- I'm not worth killing, Armand.

I've loved you as much as I could love.

If that wasn't enough...

...I'm not to blame.

We don't make our own hearts.

I guess that's...

That's true.

You're no more to blame because yours

can be faithful only a few weeks...

...than I am because mine

will be faithful as long as I live.

Yes, that's how it is.

It's as if one of us had died,

Marguerite, suddenly or I dreamed it.

Where are you going?

Baron de Varville is expecting me.

At last I shall see what a great chateau

looks like inside.

Marguerite.

This, madame, is the newest and finest

of all the private gambling clubs in Paris.

I hope you're impressed.

Must be a pleasure to lose money in such

a charming place. I wonder who's here.

Everyone who's anything to lose,

or nothing.

Am I dreaming, or do I see

a flock of birds?

No, it's Olympe.

- Hello, darling. Good evening, general.

- Good evening, general.

Would anybody like an omelet?

Stop that, you nasty thing.

Pardon us. The general wants to play.

So nice to have seen you.

- Well, what I could say about that one.

- There's Armand Duval.

Armand, my boy.

Hello, Prudence.

- How well you're looking.

- I return the compliment.

I... I think I ought to warn you.

Marguerite is coming here tonight

with the baron.

Well...

These things can't last forever.

Your little adventure was costing

Marguerite more than she could afford.

- It cost her nothing.

- Oh, what a child you are.

Who do you think furnished the money for

Marguerite's debts before she left Paris?

What do you think would've happened if

she hadn't left you...

...when her money was gone?

And now?

The baron has promised

to put her affairs in perfect order.

Good.

Then you don't really hold it against her?

No, why should I? The past is dead.

Heaven rest its soul, if it had one.

You have more sense

than I gave you credit for.

Hello.

- Armand.

- Hello, Charles.

- Hello, Gaston.

- Hello.

Well, when did you get back to Pa...?

To Paris?

You've dropped your fan.

I said, you've dropped your fan.

- I don't feel well. I'd like to go home.

- I insist on your staying. Come.

I'm so glad you've come, dear.

Good evening, baron.

- Good evening.

- Of course, you know each other.

- Monsieur Duval?

- No.

You're late.

- We went to the theater.

- What was the play?

- Manon Lescaut.

- Oh, yes.

The story of a man who loved a woman

more than his honor...

...and a woman who wanted luxury

more than his love.

You should have found that

very entertaining.

Isn't that your tune, Marguerite?

Madame, you've dropped your fan.

- Thank you.

- Any gentleman would've done the same.

Aren't you playing, baron?

- Where is the baccarat table?

- Yes, Gaston, where is it?

- Straight ahead.

- I play for high stakes.

Good. I should like to make

a fortune tonight.

- Come, Marguerite.

- I'd rather not play, if you don't mind.

You can watch.

I can't watch. Armand may lose.

He may lose everything, and it's my fault.

You needn't worry, dear.

He doesn't blame you at all.

That isn't true. His voice is too cold

and his face is too pale.

Monsieur le Baron wins.

- Can I get madame anything?

- No, thank you.

Yes. Will you take a message

to Monsieur Armand Duval?

Tell him I would like to speak to him.

- How will I know the gentleman?

- Well, he's playing at the first table...

...and he's the youngest

and handsomest man there.

I'll find him, madame.

- Nine, the right side wins.

- Congratulations, monsieur.

Well done, Armand.

Twenty thousand francs.

- Twenty thousand?

- Place your bets, gentlemen.

Armand wins again.

He drew nine three times.

Well done, well done.

Let it stand.

- You'll lose it all.

- Let it stand.

- Good. You owe me revenge.

- Take it if you can.

Only, I warn you,

lucky in love, unlucky at cards.

That also means

lucky at cards, unlucky in love.

- We shall see.

- Make your bets, please, gentlemen.

Card.

No card.

- Eight.

- Seven.

Baccarat!

You've won a fortune, Armand.

Make your bets, gentlemen.

Make your bets.

Pardon me.

You sent for me, madame?

Yes. I want to beg you,

leave this place at once.

- Why?

- Baron de Varville is not a patient man...

...and you're in the mood

to quarrel tonight.

You don't want to lose

your rich admirer. I understand.

Your own fortunes would fall with him.

Armand, he's not to blame

for what happened. That I swear.

Then how could you do what you did?

I'll tell you. Because your heart is a thing

that can be bought and sold.

I know, you gave it to me

for a whole summer.

When it came to a choice, the jewels

and carriages he could give you...

...were worth more than my love,

my devotion, my life.

Yes, that's true.

I'm a completely worthless woman,

and no man should risk his life for me.

For that reason alone, I beg you,

leave this place at once.

I will.

I will, on one condition.

That you'll go with me.

No.

I came back to Paris to tell you

that I despise you, and I do.

But I love you too. Say you'll go away

with me. We'll forget the past.

- We'll never turn back.

- No, no.

I doubled my fortune tonight

at his expense.

And when that's gone, I'll work,

I'll beg, I'll borrow, I'll steal.

But I must be with you always, always.

When I hear you talk of such a future,

I realize I'm right in doing what I did.

Look, do you suppose

we could ever be happy together...

...even if I were free to act as I choose?

- You are free.

I've given a solemn promise

never to return to you.

To whom?

- To someone who had the right to ask.

- To the Baron de Varville?

- Yes.

- So you do love him.

Dare to tell me that you love him,

you're free of me forever.

I love him.

Come in! Come in here, all of you!

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