Emmanuelle Page #3

"She's not my object,

not my beauty". So, here you go!

What you really wanted

was not for your wife to be free.

You wanted to use her as you

please, just like these girls.

Who is that? Let him in.

Do you speak French?

-Yes, sir.

Tell your master that he was

bested, well, too late. Too late.

We have to hurry, now, if we want

to be there before nightfall.

Is it still far?

-No. But we've lost some time.

Do you think so?

That's not what I meant.

Come on.

What'll I wear?

Here you go...

What a night yesterday.

Your wife, what a pair of knockers!

If I had a wife like yours,

I wouldn't live in the brothels.

I've got something to tell you.

I've said it a thousand times,

but only to my husband.

Yes, I think I love Jean

as deeply as anyone could.

Yes, that's what I thought.

He has always said that love was the

search of pleasure, always further.

With either a man or a woman.

But now, I feel differently.

When I saw the cascade,

I thought, "How beautiful."

I felt it wasn't beautiful

unless I could tell the one I love.

Listen, I like you.

That means

that I don't want to hurt you.

But I don't love you.

All right?

It's not that bad.

Let me tell you a story.

One day, at school,

I made a flawless dictation.

I was proud.

The teacher accused me of cribbing

off somebody. She never believed

me.

I was shattered.

For two whole days.

When my sorrow disappeared, I was

sad. Sad to be consoled so quickly.

Look here, the bachelor.

I want to talk to you.

Right now, I don't have much to say.

But do come in. For a nightcap.

I've just come home.

I think I've had

a bit too much to drink.

Gilbert is staying with Martine.

You know, the consul's daughter.

She doesn't want to be alone

at night. Actually, I don't either.

I'm glad to see you. Even though

you have a long face tonight.

Where is Emmanuelle?

-I don't know.

Furthermore, I don't give a damn.

Did you present her to Bee?

-Well, yes, if you like.

Is she with Bee?

She'll come back. They always do.

I'm not joking, Ariane!

-You've become a bit of a bore.

Well, that's not quite true.

In fact, you are becoming

the laughing stock around here.

Help me, will you?

I don't know what to do.

Emmanuelle has changed the game.

She is cheating.

-You know, you are ludicrous.

You are doing exactly

what you blame Emmanuelle for.

You are showing feelings!

Do you know what feelings are?

Instead of whining, you should

see to your wife's education.

If you can't, leave it

to competent people.

Like Mario.

He seems to be interested.

Ariane, you're a slut.

-Really?

So what are you waiting for?

You are a b*tch!

Whatever are you wearing?

Now, I didn't mean it, darling.

No more playing the adult.

I don't know how to do it properly.

I've tried to get interested

in their thoughts...

But I can't... not anymore.

Relax, relax, it's all right.

In fact,

it is much better this way.

You would only have got hurt.

Passionate love is not for us.

It's much too sad, too humiliating

to demean oneself in front of them.

You must forget.

Take your revenge in other arms.

It's the only answer,

the only one she expects.

I'll help you, I'll help you.

Quickly! It's ten past now.

Will you ever be on time?!

-I'm always on time.

On time leaving, but not arriving.

Why don't you like me?

-I do, but you've disappointed me.

I know why. You're jealous.

-Jealous? Of Bee?

Poor darling,

you really don't get it, do you?

Your affair with Bee

is everything I abhor.

Violins, walks in moonlight,

not my thing.

I like surprising things. You know,

I slept with your husband.

I know, he told me. Was it good?

Unexpected. He almost raped me.

He raped you?

-Almost.

What is it?

-Help me, please. My bra.

I love your skin, so soft

and smooth like a pebble.

Let go of me!

-What's wrong?

We are late, you said so yourself.

We can play squash some other time.

But we can play at something else.

Let go.

Let me give you some advice.

-No.

You'll get it anyway.

You are going through life like

a baby waiting for her first cold.

You'll become some statue,

unless you pay with your person.

If you want to live and forget Bee,

you must learn. Go see Mario.

Why do you all go on

about this old man?

The old guys are a treasure chest

of erotic science.

Erotic science?

When you are young, you make love

naturally... as you eat or breathe.

When you're still making love

at Mario's age, it's poetry.

It's something you really want,

and reflect upon.

That's eroticism!

Go see Mario.

I don't like him. He's disgusting,

pompous! An ageing Don Juan.

You promised Marie-Ange to do

whatever she told you to.

How do you know about that?

She told me.

-I want to see Marie-Ange.

She is with her parents at the sea.

I promised that we would visit her.

Did you see her while I was gone?

-Yes, I did.

Why did you invite Mario?

He came for you the other night.

So I invited him to come back.

Did he accept?

-Of course. Perfect!

You fix me up

like a sacrificial lamb.

What about yourself?

-I didn't want to ruin the evening.

I'm going to Vientiane for two days.

You are ravishing.

You are beautiful.

That's the least I could do.

I am thrilled to have you here.

To the future law.

Before we drink

may I know this law?

This law proclaims that making

love without restraint is great.

Virginity is no virtue.

The couple is no limit.

One must expand one's boundaries

until there are none left.

So, to the future law.

Let's eat now.

Eating is also important.

Jean says there is one thing

more important.

Coming a lot.

I'm not scared.

Bravo. Down with all fears.

Fears of thinking,

of being happy.

All these fears make up

a false morality.

Conformity, refusal to live.

In fact:
lying!

Come here!

You see these legs?

Take them!

I'm giving them to you.

You can't give it all

to the same person.

But what do you want?

What part of me do you want?

Let me go.

-What, let you go?

Or be satisfied with what I am.

Make love to me

and send me back to my husband.

Your husband is not there.

He entrusted me with you.

But why?

So you can break through a barrier.

Let you into the land of eroticism.

Eroticism, how do you perceive it?

Well. It's... how do I put it?

It's a cult of sensual pleasures?

-Not at all.

It is not an exercise of the senses,

but rather a movement of the soul.

It's an art, a school helping

to humanize sexual acts.

It's a refusal of subterfuge.

It's lucidity itself.

Well, if that's it,

it's not very tantalizing.

So eroticism is the opposite

of making love?

It is mostly through love.

It's an effort to break

with everyday life.

It's the victory of dreams

over nature.

I prefer thinking of love

simply as pleasure.

What counts is not making love,

but how to make it.

You mean the 32 positions!

-Absurd.

Asians talk technique

all the time.

But the body is necessary

to reach the important stage.

Take off the gag.

Scream your centennial claim!

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