Valmont Page #4

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Give me the key.

I don't know where it is.

It's hanging round your neck.

I'm sorry, maman.

Forgive me. Please. I'm sorry.

Please, maman, forgive me.

Madame...

Young man, you have abused my hospitality...

...and you have abused the innocence of my child.

You will never be admitted to this house again.

Here are the letters you had the audacity to give to my daughter.

I want you to send me the letters she wrote to you and I want them today.

-You may go. -But, madame...

I don't want to have to call my footman.

Madame, I just want you to know that I've never abused your hospitality...

...and I will never give back the letters Cecile wrote to me.

In them, she opened her heart to me, not to you.

I won't betray her confidence.

Her trust means more to me than all your anger.

Good-bye.

No!

Chevalier!

Do you remember me?

I have a letter for you from Cecile.

My dear Cecile...

...to be alone with you is my greatest desire.

And Madame de Merteuil...

...has devised a plan for us to meet.

She will explain all the details to you.

I'll invite you and your mother to the opera.

But maman has forbidden me even to leave the house for two weeks.

Precisely.

Which is why you will decline my invitation...

...like a good girl...

...so that your mother suspects nothing.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Then, when your mother and I...

...are just about to leave for the opera...

...I want you to run in and say...

Maman!

Maman, may I come with you?

Please? I promise... Maman.

Let me come with you! Please! I want to go with you so much!

Please?

My angel, don't think I don't love you, but you know perfectly well what you did...

...so stop acting like a silly child and go back to your room.

So, here's your dress.

Let's change first.

Why?

Because you want to look beautiful, don't you?

You want me to change into this?

Madame de Merteuil had it made especially for you.

Really?

Who lives here?

No one.

Take a sip, mademoiselle.

Madame de Merteuil has such exquisite taste.

But my legs show.

They look nice.

Mademoiselle, you look ravishing!

Mademoiselle, do you realize that we've never been alone before?

Yes.

Please read it now.

Chevalier, this is a poem.

No. It's a song you know. I only wrote new words for it.

You stay. Stay.

-What's the matter? -I can't sit still.

I keep thinking about Cecile.

It just broke my heart to see her so miserable.

I must go home. You stay.

"Love

"If you will come to me

"I will be true to thee

"Two lovers true are we..."

No. You're making the same mistake again.

It's A in the right hand, not B-flat.

Is this a long song, Chevalier?

Is this a long song, Chevalier?

It's another verses.

So?

What a nincompoop!

"Love

"Flowers bloom in my heart..."

Sorry to interrupt. Cecile has to go.

Cecile, get dressed.

-Why? -Get dressed.

-Your mother is on her way home. -My God!

-Don't panic, but we must hurry. -Madame.

-How much can we trust your maid? -Madame!

Your mother will question her.

-Yes? -We want to get married.

-ls this true? -Yes, it is.

Is it?

I think it is.

Will you help us, please?

Is this any time to discuss marriage?

Cecile!

-Martine! -Yes, madame?

Where is Cecile?

Cecile?

She's...

...she has...

Where is she?

Have you been at your post all night?

Yes, madame.

-Has anyone come in? -No, madame.

Martine.

Yes, madame?

Did she go and see that music teacher?

I don't know, madame. She doesn't talk to me anymore.

She only talks to Madame de Merteuil now.

And she...

She...

Emile.

Maman. Forgive me, please, maman. Please.

I wanted to be with you so much!

My dear, don't be harsh with her. She's sorry. She's so sorry.

-Maman. -Cecile.

Of course I forgive you.

Maman! Please, maman. I'm sorry.

Please forgive me. Please!

Maybe...

...I just don't understand her.

Do you think she's ready to be married?

Of course she is.

I even thought...

...of sending her back to the convent.

No.

No.

I would just get her out of Paris for a while.

If you like, I could take her to the country.

It isn't easy to find you.

I have a surprise for you.

Monsieur de Valmont...

...I must talk to you.

-I know a place. Give me your hand. -No.

No.

Why didn't you ever tell me?

-What? -That you're such a brilliant archer.

-What are you talking about? -Come, I'll show you. Give me your hand.

I'm a brilliant archer?

You'll see. Come on.

Azolan.

What are you waiting for?

Good boys.

Here, sir.

-But I've never shot an arrow in my life. -Put your hand here...

...and your other hand here.

There.

-Ready? -Yeah.

Now let go.

What a shot!

I knew I was right.

You are a brilliant archer.

Now, if you were to take this coin...

...and throw it in that bush, what do you suppose would happen?

-May I read you something? -Yes.

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