Cruel Intentions 3

Please do not leave your car|unattended. It will be towed.

Straight to Prestridge, Miss Merteuil?

Please.

Please do not leave your car|unattended. It will be towed.

We're going to the same place.|Do you mind?

If we drive together,|we'll arrive together.

Yo, taxi.

- So nice to see you.|- Oh, I missed you so much.

Look, I really don't understand why my|request for a single wasn't approved.

- Your name again?|- Patrick Bates. I'm a transfer student.

Bates. Right. Welcome to Prestridge.

- You have a condition of some sort.|- I've caught a cough.

Well, you heard what they said.|You're in a one-room double.

A moment of silence for his roommate.

Isn't there someone else I can talk to?|Can I talk to your supervisor?

Follow me.

Excuse me.

Excused.

You're evil, Cass.

- Took you how long to figure this out?|- We met in this very line last year.

This year they let me reserve a room.

Daddy bought a wing.

- Miss Merteuil, your suite is ready.|- Wonderful.

How was your summer?

Short. See you tonight.

Need to get a driver.

Hi.

Patrick, right?

I saw you checking out that girl in line.

What do you mean?

Cassidy Merteuil. Forget her.|She's a black widow.

Comes from a long line|of black widows.

You wouldn't last five minutes.

Let me guess,|you've never lasted five minutes.

I'm kidding, man.

Just leave Cassidy to me, all right?

If you're gonna cough,|can you take that outside?

I'm sorry, I can't help it,|but I shouldn't bother you at night...

...because I have sleeping pills.

That's a relief.

How do I look?

Seriously.

Not as good as...

- Christopher "Limey"?|- I prefer "Englishman."

He descended|from the House of Lancaster.

Yeah, so did his teeth.

Why f*** with guys like him when you|could be f***ing with guys like me?

Because guys like you|don't dine with the queen.

Dream on.|I'm sure he prefers a real princess.

We'll see.

You know, you're just like your cousin.

She ruins the family name...

...forces you to California|to flee her rep, and yet...

...she's still your role model.

If you want to be Kathryn that badly,|at least let me be your Sebastian.

Kathryn. Sebastian.|Where are they now?

Oh, yeah, methadone clinic and dead.

We can do better.

Jason, the real reason|I've never slept with you:

You're no challenge whatsoever.

Not to mention a little deficient|when it comes to...

What?

The sexiest organ of all.

You know, the bigger the better.

The brain.

- this school.

If you don't look good,|we don't look good.

- We?|- A girl can hope.

- Yeah.|- Excuse us.

Sorry.

Jesus Christ, people...

...pop a Prozac or three.|Summer's finished. Get over it.

Saint-Tropez.

Hunting in Scotland.

Summer session at La Sorbonne.

Miami Beach.

Miami Beach? New money.

None of those are any more of a|playground than our Santa Barbara.

I speak for myself and my girlfriend...

...when I say we never|came here to play.

Except for maybe with each other.

Didn't Cassidy|turn you on to this place?

She must have warned you|about guys like me.

By name, actually.

So Michael and Sheila|have come for the right reasons.

- How about you, Alison?|- I came for the education.

- Seriously.|- Christopher?

This is America. You hear the rumors,|but I am here in spite of them.

Patrick.

Now, here is a guy|that came to play. Patrick?

Sorry?

Think he'll make the cover|of the Prestridge catalog?

Now, that's the Cassie I know.

Right. Well, I should probably be off.

You'll be around later?

Perhaps.

I'll hunt you down.

- I have something to show you.|- Oh, my gosh, let's see.

So Christopher has taken|an interest in me.

So Christopher has taken|an interest in me.

He should take an interest in flossing.

Quit it. He's royalty.

My father always stressed the value|of good foreign relations.

- I'm surprised it's taken you this long.|- I'm playing it cool.

I want to meet an entire new society.

- I wonder, is it possible?|- What?

That you've overestimated yourself.

Right.

I'll bet you $5000...

...you can't sleep with Christopher|by the end of this weekend.

Five thousand dollars wouldn't even|cover a weekend at the spa.

Fine. Ten thousand dollars.

Done.

- Doesn't seem fair, though.|- Why?

I would have bet on someone|easier than Christopher.

Really?

I'm not so sure that you could even|sleep with someone like Patrick...

...by the end of this weekend.

Patrick.

I could have Patrick in an hour, freak.

I'll tell you what: Another $ 10,000|says that you can't.

And because I'm a gentleman...

...gonna give you 48 hours|instead of one.

Forty-eight.

It's enough time to get rid|of that not-so-fresh feeling.

Nice.

I'll need some physical proof.

So let's see, that gives me 47 hours...

...for my disgust for you...

...to overcome my disgust for Patrick.

Have a nice time.

Here, try another one.

Let's see.

All right.

Alison, never forget the key|to a cultured man's heart.

Golf.

- Golf and blowj*bs.|- Jason.

And you've been working|on your etiquette.

- I want a kiss.|- No.

Meaning no.

One?

Finished?

- Yeah.|- Good.

Now, never touch me again. Ever.

Friends?

Women.

Is this taken?

No.

It's beautiful out.

Yeah.

Patrick, can I be honest?

- Sure.|- You interest me.

- I'm sorry?|- You interest me.

I interest you?

Sounds funny even to me, but yeah.

Thanks.

You see them?

I didn't think there'd come a time|when guys like that didn't interest me.

But I was wrong. Lately...

...l've been thinking|about guys like you.

Can I show you something?

Sure. Sure.

- Nice room.|- Thanks.

You're gonna be surprised...

...but I've been writing.

- What is it?|- A short story.

You're the first person I've shown it to.

You're an English major,|so I respect your opinion.

Would you look at it?

You want my feedback?

- I'm gonna go read it.|- I'll be right here.

How can you be so insecure?

How can you be so insecure?

I love it.

I'm blown away.

The writing and the dialogue...

Oh, I'm so excited.

I'll get it.

Cassidy.

Please.

I don't understand.

- What is it?|- Nothing, Patrick.

What is it?

- Oh, Jesus, you turn me on.|- Oh, my God.

- What? What? What is it?|- Nothing, Patrick.

Oh, God.

Jesus, you turn me...

Ten thousand dollars.

You could've faked that.

The orgasm? Of course.

- No, the tape.|- Please.

Sad, you could've used this|to make a little life for yourself.

You know you're only halfway home.

Christopher's coming over later.|I'll be home by midnight.

I'll be in touch.

So the key to a good polo pony|is one that is small and agile.

Fifteen hands is quite perfect.

Really? That's...

...fascinating.|- Yeah.

The ponies I had at Eton|were between 15 and 16 hands...

...and we never lost a match.|- Eton?

- So you know Prince William.|- Yeah, Wills was in my house with me.

He's an excellent player, you know.

Do you know him?

We've only met a few times,|mostly at charity functions.

You know, I think his grandmama|makes him go to those.

Yes, we both love to give money away.

I'm so glad you're here, Christopher.

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