Les liaisons dangereuses Page #3

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I should have...

French people never forget

to send the elevator back down.

How well you know our customs!

You're not offended, are you?

No. I have a wedding gift for you.

You're a smart lady. I knew that.

I have a problem with my fiance.

- Which one of them?

- The real one. Danceny.

- Is he coming as well?

- He's sent me a present.

- That's nice.

- But complicated.

Why?

It's a tape with his voice.

I'm to listen to it on New Year's Eve.

How thoughtful.

- But I don't have a tape recorder.

- I'll get you one.

Thanks. But my mom or my fiance

are always around.

I'll bring it tonight. Don't lock your door.

- You'll bring it tonight?

- You'll listen in peace.

- I'm angry.

- Why?

I'd rather celebrate with you.

I'm sitting with Court and Cecile.

Bring Marianne over.

After what I confessed?

Exactly.

You chose the truth to be your weapon.

Go on fighting then.

You told her about me so introduce me.

You think it'll work out? All of us together?

Court between me and Cecile...

you between Cecile and Marianne.

Under Volange's supervision.

One big happy family!

Remember, you promised something.

- Cecile? It will be easy.

- When?

Tonight.

I'm taking her a tape recorder.

She'll go back to her room around 10:30.

She'll leave her door unlocked for me.

At her age, one gets sleepy early.

Around midnight, tired of waiting...

she'll be in bed, fast asleep.

Good night.

- You look tired.

- No, I'm okay.

What are you doing here?

- I've brought you a tape recorder.

- I thought you weren't coming.

Not now. It's too late.

What?

Don't act like a spoiled child.

I spent the whole afternoon

looking for this thing.

Don't treat me like I'm some idiot!

Where's the tape?

I'm sorry.

I forgive you.

You put the reel here, and the tape there...

You set it turning, and there it is!

Press the button.

My dearest Cecile...

A recorded voice carries at night.

We'll smother the sound.

Turn it on now.

It's me, your crazy mathematician.

I've never dared tell you many things.

But when I see you in all your femininity...

I'm so delighted and awestruck...

that I only manage to grouch and moralize.

Actually, I keep asking myself:

"How can she love me?" It's unbelievable!

It's marvelous.

Very nice.

My pure Cecile!

A man in love has dreadful secret thoughts.

How many times

I've undressed you in my mind!

Get out of here!

It would be rude of me to do that.

- I'll scream!

- Go ahead.

Explain the open door...

the tape recorder...

Danceny's tape.

If you cause a scandal...

there will be no Court, no Danceny...

no husband at all.

- You won't leave?

- No.

- Then I will.

- Where? To your mother?

I hate you.

- Do you really?

- Yes.

That's how love often begins.

I don't love you. I'm crying.

Are you?

You're crying?

Almost. Stay if you want.

I'll sleep in the armchair.

Everybody treats you like a little girl.

Your fiance, your mother...

even Danceny.

Don't you want to be a woman?

But I don't love you.

Are you certain?

At your age...

one imagines that love comes suddenly...

like a disease.

That isn't true.

You've got to help Mother Nature.

Thanks. I don't need your help.

You aren't a gentleman.

Leave me alone, Valmont.

If you let me kiss you.

No.

No?

Yes.

You won't keep your promise?

That wasn't a kiss.

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Skiing can tire you out.

I remember my first somersaults...

Excuse me, it's my nerves.

I'll take a nap now to prepare

for this evening.

- Your dark circles are sexy.

- Leave me alone.

What a storm! My taxi got stuck twice.

It took some courage to come.

I didn't expect it to be this bad.

How will you get back?

No chance for a cab tonight.

I'll have to find a room.

Everything's full in town.

- I'll take care of it.

- Thank you.

I'll just touch up my hair.

I'll try and find a room for you.

The Mont Blanc Hotel?

Valmont speaking.

Just a moment, please.

Could you move my things

from Room 19 to my wife's?

Yes.

My friend, Mrs. Tourvel,

will sleep in my room tonight.

That's right.

Very good. Thank you.

You're lucky.

Someone hasn't arrived.

You'll get Room 19.

I didn't know you shared a table

with Mrs. Volange.

Me neither.

My wife came unexpectedly.

I hope you don't mind.

No, why?

Let's dance.

First take this off.

Mrs. Tourvel, my wife.

Nice to meet you.

How was your trip?

I hate trains, so I came by car.

I had promised my husband.

I don't drink.

After your "expedition," you need it.

Here, drink.

You found a room?

Yes, at the Mont Blanc.

Valmont always gets what he wants.

On which floor?

I don't know. It's Room 19.

Shall we dance?

I'm not in the mood.

Come on.

I promise to be amusing.

Valmont is very attracted to her.

I've noticed.

You should react.

His sincerity and trust are all I have.

Eskimo Ice Cream!

Anybody for Eskimo Ice Cream?

- Eskimo Ice Cream?

- Would you like some, sir?

- How much is that?

- 800 francs.

Keep the change.

No, let's go back to our table.

What did you tell your wife about me?

Virtuous women don't interest her.

Midnight...

Midnight, Marianne.

Happy New Year.

Happy New Year.

His wife must love him a lot.

But his first kiss was for you.

Thank you for coming.

You clown.

I'm never a clown in front of you.

I open up only to you.

It's our eleventh New Year.

Almost all our friends are divorced.

We know how to love each other.

He only enjoys depraving others.

I know. He told me about it.

He's stronger than I thought.

He knows he'll never seduce me.

Come on.

He wants you and nothing else matters.

- You know it.

- No.

They had no rooms at the Mont Blanc.

- And Room 19?

- It's his.

He had his things moved out.

Because of friendship, of course.

King of the Charleston!

- Aren't you tired, Cecile?

- No. Let's stay a while.

- Having fun, Court?

- It's marvelous.

I'm so sleepy.

May I ask you to excuse me?

Sure. I like you a lot, Marianne.

Please leave me alone.

Why did you escape?

I didn't.

Go now.

Not before you explain.

You're in your own room,

but I still insist you leave.

I see.

There are no vacant rooms.

I gave you mine. Is that a crime?

You lied to me. Get out.

- Will I see you tomorrow?

- No.

- When then?

- Never.

I love you.

You made me say it.

I didn't want you to know.

I was afraid to hurt our friendship,

the only honest thing in my life.

You made me change.

You have no right to kick me out.

I ask only this...

allow me to see you occasionally.

You'll never see me again.

Don't pretend I mean nothing to you.

Leave me alone.

Go away.

Do you hear me? Get out!

Congratulations.

For what?

Is she also useless in bed?

As gauche as ever?

I don't know yet.

You mean that half-drunk

and in love with you, she still resisted?

You didn't take advantage?

She was hysterical.

But I did not want to do something...

she did not want.

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