Eugenie Page #2

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Don't be shy.

You've nothing to be ashamed of!

You know, one day

a man will do what I'm doing.

His hands will replace mine.

Come on!

Let's get some sun.

Lie down,

let me put some of this on you.

Oh, I can do it myself.

Not so well...

And afterwards,

you can take care of me.

Are you glad to be here?

Do you need to ask?

Do you remember what I promised you?

Yes, you promised me

information and advice.

Good. There's so much for you to learn.

Are you sure you're ready to begin?

Yes. If you're the teacher, of course I am.

Alright. Well. Let's start.

I give you a toast!

- A toast!

To Eugenie, the most adorable

of all nature's adorable creatures.

Eugenie, you're not drinking!

To myself?

- And why not?

A degree of selfishness

is a very important part

of the armoury of

a woman of experience.

OK, I'll obey my teacher!

Good girl!

- Bravao!

Hmm. I'm not used

to that much wine you know.

A good wine helps

to strengthen one's resolution.

But good resolutions I hope.

Wine has got nothing to do with virtue.

But a great deal to do with pleasure!

Sister, you've wined

and dined us to perfection.

But I still feel...

something's missing - Music!

Romantic for preference.

MI've got the very thing...

prepared and waiting.

Augustin!

Were you watching us perhaps?

On no, Sir!

I don't believe you, but never mind.

If you play as well as you lie,

we'll all be quite content.

Oh, ignore my brother!

He's drunk too much, as have we all.

So play for us, and lull us into gentle oblivion.

Voice in the night

In the hollow heart of darkness

A voice I hear lamenting

Through love

Is dead

Voice in the night

Like the echo of my sadness

When all the world is silent

Through love

Is dead

Deep inside the heart of a man

Love is a promise

Made through forgotten

So gently spoken

So cruelly broken

The wine was drugged.

What of it?

You brought her here as a plaything.

Yes indeed...

As I also brought you.

- You!

Please, no temper! I'm not complaining.

You've performed your duties

with admirable efficiency,

and perfect tact.

Ah, shut up.

What did you say?

I wanted to say... forgive me.

I would remind you Augustin

that when I saw you first,

you were grateful

to have enough to eat,

you had nothing but

the ragged clothes you wore.

No future, and no hope.

But now...

I'm your gardener, and boatman.

Precisely. A man of position

and responsibility.

Come here.

Show me that you haven't forgotten.

Tomorrow they'll arrive.

I heard the bell.

Good. Then we'll wait for the boat.

It should arrive with the tide.

They'll demand a new sacrifice.

I don't know what to do.

It's horrible.

I love her.

Mirvel,

do you remember the vows you took

when you entered the order,

and signed with your own blood?

I remember them sister.

I know my duties.

Believe me, she won't escape.

She will be mine

before the sacrifice starts.

I must have her.

I fell asleep...

and had such a strange dream.

Or was it a dream?

Oh, you drank too much at lunch.

We thought we'd let you sleep it off.

Where is everybody?

Resting, like yourself.

It was terrible. So cruel.

But wonderful too.

Was it only a dream?

How can I tell? It was your dream.

Yes, it was.

A dream I've had so many times before.

But this time it was real.

In this bed, and with...

Eugenie! Sister! Where are you?

Where are you hiding?

Don't let him come in.

Erm, go away!

We're changing for supper!

Shh!

- Well, don't be long!

Ooh!

No!

Where's Augustin?

Oh, I sent him down to the boathouse.

He's probably singing to himself.

And how beautifully he sings.

Oh, occasionally

I prefer the record player.

Click click!

Less troublesome...

and much more obedient.

I should've thought

that hardly possible.

Your knowledge of my

requirements dear brother is extensive,

but not necessarily complete.

My dear ladies, do you mind if I smoke?

Oh, please do.

I don't think smoking is a vice.

My father does it all the time.

One's parents habits

are a dangerous guide

to the difference between vice and virtue.

Oh, is that another quotation from

the works of the Marquise de Sade?

No, I made it up myself.

At least, I think I did.

What's that?

It's just a night bird I expect.

It's getting cold.

Oh, can't you think of

something amusing for us to do?

Let's play games.

Lovely! What shall we play?

You're the hostess.

Well I suggest... charades.

But we're only three people.

It's possible...

let's go into the other room.

Oh no no no,

we'd better stay here.

Remember Eugenie,

you have nothing to fear.

Why should I be afraid?

Oh well,

remember the dream

you had this afternoon?

Maybe you'll dream again tonight.

I hope not.

Ah...

Or do I?

It's very difficult.

What do you think about dreams?

Dreams are only an extension

of our own desires or fears.

Oh...

Smoke?

- Should I?

Oh, now really, dear!

Don't be ridiculous,

of course you should.

This cigarette tastes funny.

They're Turkish... Oriental.

They're sweet, but rather nice.

You haven't told us what,

or how we play it.

In a moment.

Imagine yourself... free of all restraint.

Floating on a cloud...

Observing below you all the foolish

earthbound men and women.

We are your friends, Eugenie.

Disciples, like your host,

of the divine Marquise.

He whose lessons

we have learned so well,

and to whom in homage,

we wear the very costumes of his time.

We are coming to celebrate

your initiation, Eugenie,

into the practises to which

the Marquise gave his name.

We shall be watching you, Eugenie.

Observing, and admiring

your aptitude to learn.

Cruelty, far from being a vice,

is the first sentiment

nature injects in us all.

Cruelty is natural.

Cruelty is simply the energy in man

which civilisation has

not yet altogether corrupted.

Female cruelty is, if anything,

more active than the male.

Announce a cruel

spectacle a burninga battle,

you will see droves of women come running.

But these occasions

are not numerous enough

to feed their fury.

They contain themselves and they suffer,

as you Eugenie, must suffer, too.

Good morning, Eugenie.

Good morning, Augustin.

Good morning, Madame.

Will this wind drop so we

can go out on the boat?

Perhaps.

- I hope so.

Ahhhhh!

What's the matter Eugenie?

Have you had another dream?

Oh. No! This time it wasn't a dream!

They beat me and...

They beat you?

Then where are the marks?

I don't understand.

There... come along.

But what about the man in the

red coat and all his terrible friends?

Eugenie, I think you must

have had another dream.

And all those people you speak of...

are as unreal as the marks

you thought where on your body.

You see?

Then what happened?

- Nothing!

You fell asleep and we carried you to bed.

It was then I fear

that your nightmare began.

Thank Heavens that

it really was a nightmare.

I feel so happy now.

Then this is no time for tears!

The whole day lies ahead of us,

so let's enjoy ourselves together.

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