Emmanuelle

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T e A M.L o V E i N A

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Hello? ls that you, Emmanuelle?

Hello, Marie?

Yes, I'm leaving.

My flight is at 10.

Yes, I'll hurry up.

Sure, you can come if you like.

No, neither Christian

or anyone else. Come alone.

All right. See you then.

Bye bye.

You'll be fine at 5 o'clock.

-Yes, but when one is alone...

One is never alone in life.

It's like on a boat:

Worries, love seem unreal.

Everything is allowed!

-Yes, but nothing is possible.

Wrong.

Lots of people f*** on airplanes.

I'd never dare!

-One must always dare.

But if what you say is true,

aren't you afraid she'll...

No, I didn't marry her to

deprive her of anything...

Nor to put her in a cage...

But because she loves to make

love and she's great at it!

And you don't think some people

would try and take advantage?

I'm not jealous, I say.

Jealousy is outdated.

See this girl?

All science and innocence.

But it's no miracle.

They all had to learn.

And they do anything you want?

-Even more. For the right price.

That's what bothers me.

I don't like paying for it.

The idea makes me go limp.

It's hardly that simple.

I'm off to the airport.

See you at 5 at the embassy.

It's always the same faces.

Ex-adventurers, diplomats.

They are dying to see you.

I showed them your pictures.

Have you shown them my pictures?

-Of course.

I enjoy watching them

and showing them off.

Maybe even more so.

I'm proud of you.

Say, this photographer.

-What about him?

Have you made love with him?

Oh, Jean.

He never even touched me.

Strange. I thought an artist

always had to sleep with his model

before accomplishing a portrait.

If not before, then afterwards.

Poor fellow!

He must have suffered.

Not at all.

He was gay.

Wait a minute.

What is the matter, dear?

-Let's leave. It's horrible.

This boy with the chicken.

This beggar! I hate this country.

That's nothing, darling.

Welcome to Thailand.

Take it easy.

You'll see, you'll love the house.

I drive by here every day

on my way to the embassy.

I don't see it anymore.

Come on, baby.

This is Tim, Vine, our cooks.

No, not like that. Like this!

And this is Ap and Noi, the maids.

They are stunning. You chose them?

-Yes. John, the houseboy.

Our factotum.

Come see the house.

It is over 100 years old.

It belongs to a princess.

I had to court her for three

months before she let me rent it.

It's splendid.

Just splendid!

I never imagined anything like this.

Unbelievable.

Your little maids. Are they good

at making love with you?

I couldn't compare

any other woman to you!

You are just saying that

to please me.

Please me. Please me...

Please me...

Not at all.

I'm fitting out my house.

I'm very happy to be alone

with Jean.

You'll see in a few months' time.

Our only enemy here is boredom!

And our only ally to fight it:

making love.

You'll get around to it. Unless Jean

has suddenly become jealous?

No, it is a choice I made myself.

Jean would gladly push me

into his friends' arms.

I never tell my husband anything.

He's no worse off because of that.

True, Richard does looks very smug.

Hi, girls.

Allow me to present Emmanuelle.

Emmanuelle, you just missed out

on a great occasion.

A small naval vessel.

It's crew was splendid

and knew how to manoeuvre!

Why didn't you come?

You'd have had lots of success.

I spent the weekend at Pattaya

with my husband.

Jean took you away on purpose.

-No, I don't think so.

Your loss. Occasions like this one

are quite rare in Bangkok.

I haven't been home for two days.

Luckily my husband is very busy.

He works so hard at the embassy?

-Do you like your house?

Yes, it's beautiful.

Jean decorated it himself.

It's a splendid site.

-You know it?

Yes, Jean invited me over one

evening while you were in Paris.

In Paris? You must tell us

about all your affairs.

Don't worry, you can confide in me.

I'm quiet as a grave.

What do you want to know?

It may sound dumb, but I never

cheated on my husband in Paris.

Really. Wow. Well done.

Incredible.

Is she as good as she says?

-I'm afraid so.

Oh, it's you? You scared me.

I'm always a bit scary.

You are very lovely all over.

But I wouldn't be surprised

if you were a bit of a liar.

How come?

Have you never cheated

on your husband?

No, I have never cheated on him.

Cheating means hiding, lying.

Who is that girl?

She's called Bee.

She's not quite part of our group.

Have you never cheated

with a girl either?

Does it count with girls?

Try it with me some day.

You'll see if it doesn't count.

I'd like to talk with you.

May I come see you?

Do you know the address?

Yes. See you tomorrow afternoon.

My name is Marie-Ange.

Hello.

-Hello. I bet you are Jean.

Marie-Ange. My name is Marie-Ange.

I'm a friend of Emmanuelle's.

My wife hides such beautiful

friends from me.

Well. I'd like to become her friend.

She asked me to come see her.

She's in her room. Go on in.

See you around, I hope.

Oh, it's you. I hadn't heard you.

You're beautiful. Who took it?

A photographer.

One of Jean's friends.

Don't you have any more?

-Any more?

Photos, of you making love.

-Of course not. Silly you.

Do you know why I eat lollipops?

-Because you like them, I guess.

No, it excites the old geezers.

If only you had seen your husband.

But he isn't old!

-How old is he?

-Well, there you go.

Were you asleep? At this hour?

-Yes. I was.

What an enormous bed!

How many can you fit in there?

These are twin beds

pushed together.

Don't listen to the girls bragging.

They don't do one tenth

of what they claim.

How is that?

-Well, the girls at the pool.

Come on, let's not stay here.

Your house is very cosy

and you have a great view.

It was very nice of you

to come see me.

Was there something special

you wanted?

Not at all. I just chose you.

-Chose me?

Excuse me.

Oh! French newspapers.

-Jean got them at the embassy.

I like your husband's looks.

You must give me a picture of him.

I like touching myself.

Great, isn't it?

Do you like doing it?

-No.

Don't you like it?

-Yes, but not now, not like this.

Don't tell me you're ashamed?

-Not at all. But I am surprised.

You are so young.

-I've done it since I was 12.

No one taught me.

My hands found out by themselves.

I think it's quite normal.

Don't you?

How did you start with men?

Jean deflowered me

the day after I met him.

We met at my parent's friends.

He arranged for privacy and asked

all sorts of questions. Like you.

The next day,

he invited me for a drive.

He stopped in the forest

of Fontainebleau.

He took me right there in the car.

It may not be comfortable,

but it's quite normal.

Eleven per cent of all girls

get deflowered in a car.

What does it change

to be married?

Nothing. Well, at first I found

it strange to make love at night.

Then Jean left...

He wasn't afraid

to leave you in Paris?

No, he always tells me I am free.

I may do what I want.

That scares me.

So what you said yesterday is true.

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