All language subtitles for Dangerous Liaisons 2022 S01E06 You Are Not My Equal 1080p AMZN WEB-DL DDP5 1 H 264-NTb (1)_track3_[eng]

I hope we're not so late,
we've missed all the fun.

Aha!

There has to be
a letter from Christine here.

But I'm about to become

the most powerful surgeon
in France.

She tried to take my husband.

And when that failed,
she cut her wrists before me.

You asked me
to seduce this woman,

yet you give me
no proof of her wrong.

She took everything

that mattered from me.

Valmont!

Break the engagement.

Then you will have
your letter,

and you can pretend
to be a good wife and mother

while you fuck our queen.

Stop this, Camille.

It seems we cannot
trust one another after all.

Musket makes a fool of you

and libels the very heart
of this monarchy

with her immorality.

You should marry your equal.

You should marry me.

Are you a spirit now, Valmont,

come to haunt me in this crypt?

I hope you're here
to apologize.

I received a visit
from the chevalier.

Told me Christine de Sevigny
is ruined.

He is prone to drama.

I was there too.
She's... humbled.

It will soon pass.

She is disowned...

...her head shaved already
for her sins.

She's to go to the convent.

She will never see
her daughter again.

Emilie will also bear
her shame.

Are you listening to me?

She's ruined!

Maurice too.

They're pariahs because
of accusations of infidelity

and a higher scandal too,

which apparently
was revealed in her letter.

Were these pawns
not captured in your game?

Prove to me
you did not use my letter

to bring her destruction.

Bring it to me,
or I will walk away from you

and never come back.

Why does she matter to you?

Jacqueline's right.

To get what you want,
you will destroy anyone.

I cannot bear the sight of you.

Finally,
someone to tell us the truth

about Rambouillet.

What happened there?

You know I'm not one
for gossip, Léonard.

Scandal, then.

I heard there was a letter

full of the Comtesse's
wicked secrets.

Do you recall
a letter, Camille?

We witnessed the same
awful event, Vicomtesse,

a lesson to all
who fall from the path.

Christine didn't fall.

She was pushed.

She's ruined and, through her,
poor Maurice.

That is a fate akin
to stepping on a kitten.

Though dullness
might be considered a crime,

might it not?

Perhaps the real crime
is that men do not suffer

for their own failings,

only the failings
of their wives.

Mademoiselle, shall we?

Yes, let us not
keep you, Camille.

And let us hope the Masked Ball
isn't similarly overshadowed.

It's the event of the year.

They say the king and queen
themselves will be there...

...which is why I cannot fathom
how you've been invited.

I haven't.

I'm the Marquis' guest,

though I suppose
he could hardly

leave his new fiancée at home,
could he?

It's a crime how such a face

leads one to presume
you are an innocent,

when I know how little
you can be trusted.

Someone should warn
your misguided fiancé,

even if only to prevent
his fortune dwindling.

When do we choose our masks,
Madame Berthe?

Do you need another one?

Paris is a lonely place
without friends

but a lethal one with enemies.

I'm sorry you are lonely.

Come.

Your candle, madame.

I see these masks
not as facades

but as reflections.

Choosing them
is my private pleasure.

What did you choose for me?

The fox, of course.

It's like looking
in the mirror, no?

Now, this mask
must be kept secret.

The women arrive first--

time to gossip,
take in their rivals,

don their masks.

Then the men arrive.

That's when the game begins.

Tell me who will wear
which mask.

I'm nervous
I will offend the marquis

through some liaison
of mistaken identity.

One can get away
with almost anything

when masked
at the Maison de Rieux.

And it is true
that all of society

will be there,
even Madame de Montrachet?

I heard all she attends
is church.

How she has anything left
to confess is beyond me.

I think we met long ago.

I'd love to be reacquainted.

All the pious...

...will be lambs.

And her husband?

He will be a lamb too?

Monsieur de Montrachet...

is not a lamb.

He's a wolf.

Azolan!

Forgive my intrusion.

It's not an intrusion if you
were already in my thoughts.

My husband
has informed me he is...

to receive a great advancement
in his work.

I'd congratulate him,
but I cannot.

This advancement
will mean...

we will be required
at Versailles...

indefinitely.

That being so,
I-I came to ask if-if...

if you...

could come to the ball tonight.

It might be the last time
that we see each other

for some time.

I don't want you to go.

I have to stay
beside my husband.

If you are beside him,
then where will I stand?

Behind me, before me.

I will always turn to face you.

I'll pray on it.

Monsieur Lucienne,
should you come...

I will be wearing
the mask of a lamb.

I hope you will come.

Come.

It makes me happy to spoil you.

If it's happiness you want,
don't marry the Marquis.

I'm beginning to think you
don't want me to marry anyone.

Valmont or Jean de Merteuil?

Valmont and I are finished.

Well, then forgive
my lack of enthusiasm

for your remaining choice.

Should I forgive
your naivety too?

Do you think
becoming a Marquise

was the destiny
for someone like me?

A woman with nothing
is a whore or a maid,

and I will no longer be either.

With him, you'll be both.

No, I will do as Madame did.

I will perfect a facade,
build walls around my heart

for a life completely mine.

And I will do it for us
so we will be safe.

Stop making enemies.

Then perhaps we will be safe.

Ondine, Florence,
the entire Sevigny family.

And I hope you're not
going to the ball tonight

because of the de Montrachets.

Walk away and find peace, Camille...

...or you will lose me.

Keep it...

please.

It will suit you.

I do not want to lose you.

Shouldn't you be getting ready
for the ball?

Isn't it a chance
to show me off?

Are you sure it's not
the other way around?

I have an ancient title.
I'm very rich.

I understand the attraction.

You think that of me?

That you're no different
to any of these women--

Emilie, Christine, Ondine...

...my late wife,
for that matter?

Perhaps.

Is that why you've been
avoiding me

since we returned
from Rambouillet?

Perhaps it's safer
to remain a widower.

Monsieur Lucienne,

I do not know
which is the greater sin:

lying to myself that I can
live without knowing you...

Monsieur.

...or that of knowing you.

Tonight I do not care.

In the anonymity of our masks,

I want to exist
without such questions,

beyond sin or purity,
truth or lies.

A present?

And if you want me...

...know that I am yours.

Jacqueline.

You going to the Masked Ball?

No.

But what about
Madame de Montrachet?

She's better off without me.

Jean thinks
he can push me away,

but I will win him back.

He has already turned you down.

No one turns me down.

I require your advice.

Don't you know
everything already?

An opinion, then.

How far should I cinch
the waist on this corset?

I'm going to the ball.

Not without my invitation.

You won't deny me that.

Of course...
you could come with me.

And I could share
some of those secrets

that are in my possession.

Like a fox...

tearing through hens.

Aha.

I don't need a trail
of destruction in your wake.

Destruction...

is power in the wrong hand.

Control is power
in the right one.

It would be my gift to you...

for all the kindness
you've shown me.

I wasn't born to be alone, Jean.

If your heart is truly
closed to me...

I will find another.

You will not go without me.

Good.

Get ready, then.

Boo! Boo!

Feels like
I have you back again,

that it's like
old times between us.

Come on, let's go in.

No, wait.

Camille, what's wrong?

Good evening,
Madame de Montrachet.

She is why we're here.

I have to take this chance.

I'm going to be the Marquise, Victoire.

This marriage
will make me someone

of higher rank than her,

someone people will listen to.

The Montrachets betrayed me
in the worst of ways.

But they cannot
dismiss me now.

My revenge.

Come.

Victoire.

Good evening.

Mademoiselle,
your name, please.

Camille.

Ah, Camille, beautiful.

I need a name.

Ladies, welcome,
welcome, welcome, welcome.

What else
but the most ornate of birds?

I've always been fond of you,
Madame Berthe.

Let me help you
tie your lace.

- Victoire.
- No, no, no.

What are you doing here?

Close the door, Azolan.

Where she is,
so too is Camille,

and I want
neither of them in here.

Please, Valmont.

I don't know what to do,
how to help her.

Camille is no longer
my concern.

Camille's going to marry Jean.

She has chosen her equal.

- Congratulate her.
- I cannot live with him.

I cannot live with her.
She's not in her right mind.

That's the first
smart thing you've said.

I mean because of her obsession

with Jacqueline de Montrachet.

It's made her unwell,

and it's scaring me.

Jealousy has made her unwell.

Jacqueline wronged her.

Oh, really? How?

I do not know all the details.

All the details,
some of the details,

any of the details--

that is who this woman is.

She is incapable of honesty.

Do you want to know
what Jacqueline did?

Nothing.

Her only wrongdoing
was being married to a man

that Camille wanted
for herself.

- No.
- Yes.

- No.
- Yes!

Yes.

She's going to destroy
Jacqueline at the ball tonight.

Please, help me.

The men are here!
The men are here!

Come!

Mademoiselle, lovely to...

Mademoiselle.

Did you tear
through the henhouse already?

And have you miss
all the delicious details?

Do you see the ship?

That is Eloise de Chalon.

Her husband is impotent.

As, I'm sure, are half
the men in this room.

Doesn't it make you wonder

where her son came from,

the son that will inherit
all the Chalon fortune?

She also has
uncommonly sensitive lips...

not the ones you speak with.

You see the woman
in the butterfly mask?

The Chancellor's wife?

There's no secrets on him.

I should know; I've tried
hard enough to find one.

She has two lovers.

I know the first,
a louche Parisienne.

The other
is from the English court.

You may thank me
with an engagement ring.

If it were anything but gossip.

I have written proof
of all these secrets,

private letters
I have intercepted.

All these letters will be yours
when we marry.

Consider them
my wedding gift to you.

Honored guests,

good evening to you all,

you, the most beautiful people

in all of France.

This evening,
I take this opportunity

to perform an excerpt
of my new opera...

...dedicated to our queen,

wherever she may be.

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Your name, monsieur?

Monsieur Lucienne.

I'm a guest
of Monsieur de Montrachet.

Get your hands off me.

- We're with the dog.
- Off you go.

Come.
Let's find another way.

Monsieur.

Theo.

Pascal.

Not tonight, my friend.

I'm in disguise in name
as well as mask.

I heard your music.

What are you worried about?

It's magnificent.
Your opera will be a success.

I have every note
written and rehearsed.

Even I am transfixed.

But the-the story,

the queen has torn
through every version--

not modern enough,
not female enough,

not surprising enough,

Which in itself is no surprise,
given my librettist is so old,

he served our last king.

I need a story for our times.

Come to my place
tomorrow night.

I'll give you a story.

But now...
I need to find a lamb.

Have you seen one?

There you are, my dear.

She moves as if
being led to the slaughter.

She may well be.

Dance with me, mademoiselle.

Very well.

Thank you, Jacqueline.

It is so important
you are by my side tonight,

that we appear in good spirits.

I know all of this offends you.

I know my ambition
offends you also.

But I hope my gratitude
does not.

I'm not offended. I'm bored.

Your hand is cold,
Madame de Montrachet.

Let me warm it.

You prayed on it.

Yes.

Excuse me.

One more dance, ma'am.

Monsieur, please.

Monsieur de Montrachet.

Do we know one another?

No, but we should.

I know you by reputation:

the most talented
surgeon in Paris.

Your hands, in fact,

have a reputation
all of their own.

And you are?

An admirer.

The Vicomtesse de Valmont.

The Widow de Valmont.

Call on me.

We must find somewhere to talk.

Jacqueline.

Lucienne.

I'm, uh--I'm trembling.

There is someone here.

Oh, no.

I did not mean
to bring you here.

I am so sorry.

Forgive me for what I want.

I have prayed God intercede,
but He has not.

Stop.

Jacqueline, please.

You are too good a woman

to fall to a man like me.

Wait.

Jacqueline, please.

I care for you too much.

Thou shalt not commit adultery.

It is a mortal sin.

Jacqueline...

come.

Let me take you
from this debauched place.

Come.

Little fox,
your fur is getting matted.

Do you remember Christine
last year

when she fell while dancing

and got up laughing?

She was completely shameless,

certainly in her ambition

and... in other things too,
so I hear.

I wonder how Jean
discovered her affair.

Where is your new fiancé,
Camille?

- Who are you marrying?
- The Marquis de Merteuil.

The ward becomes the wife.

How does that happen, I wonder?

True love.

Perhaps some air,
Mademoiselle Camille?

How convenient
that anyone in the way

of your advantageous marriage

dies or goes to ruin.

Does Jean know
his bride is so lethal?

Let's warn him.

In fact, let's warn everyone.

Has anybody here
seen the queen?

I hear whispers
she's here already.

I have something
delicious to tell.

The Montrachets are leaving
for Versailles this week.

Henri is to be appointed
royal physician to the king.

He will have so much sway.

When Monsieur de Montrachet
has the king's ear,

he will be able to have
whatever he wants.

Whatever he wants.

Camille, Camille,
please, stop this.

- Come away.
- Victoire, go home.

- I need to finish this.
- Valmont says there's something

between you and Jacqueline
de Montrachet's husband.

And you believe him?

What am I supposed to believe

if you won't tell me the truth?

You're scaring me, Camille.

If you are scared, go.

I have no further need
of you tonight.

Don't treat me like a servant.

I'm your friend.

Every day,
I've watched over you.

I have done everything
to keep you safe.

I have sold myself
so you did not have to.

I was never for sale.

But you sell yourself
over and over again!

No servant
speaks to me that way.

Go home, Victoire!

The Montrachets
are leaving for Versailles.

Does Jean know
his bride is so lethal?

When Monsieur de
Montrachet has the king's ear,

he will be able to have
whatever he wants.

Henri de Montrachet!

I'm the girl you raped

and threw in the gutter
like I was nothing.

I'm not nothing now.

Pascal.

I almost cut you.

Why didn't you stop me?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Come.

Tell me.

Tell me what happened, please.

They took me in...

...the good, fine Montrachets.

I was so innocent.

And he was so kind...
at first,

but it was a lie.

He came into my room.

He made me swear
I would not tell.

She could see I was with child.

And she dismissed
the stable hand,

even though I told her
the truth...

...that it was her husband's,

and that he forced me.

And they kept me
out of sight...

...with this thing
growing inside of me.

And I wanted it to die...

...as I wanted to die

for what he'd done.

But then I felt her...

...her skin on mine.

Then I saw her eyes.

And I knew she was innocent...

...and that I wanted her
to be mine forever.

But I was tired, and I...

...I fell asleep.

I shouldn't have fallen asleep.

She wasn't strong,

but she was mine.

They didn't let me bury her.

Even God does not forgive.

I had nowhere to go.

And they left me for dead.

I will cut his throat.

No.

I want to ruin them
the way they've ruined me.

Tonight I thought
I was powerful enough

to vanquish him.

And then he became
the king's man.

And I will not fail you.

I'll destroy her...

destroy them both.

Don't go back inside.

Don't go near those people.

Go back to Saint-Honoré.

Then come to me tomorrow.

I'll make a good life for us.

I promise you.

I love you.

I'm yours.

I'm yours.

Camille

Camille, where are you?

Camille!

Are you unwell?

Do you ever have this feeling

as if you cannot seem
to draw quite enough breath?

Often.

I believe
it is called a corset.

Do you need help
loosening yours?

It is not the corset.

I think it is...

when there is too much feeling.

I lost a friend quite recently.

She... broke my heart

with her betrayal...

...but the pain of her absence
is worse.

I keep imagining I see her,
but it's not her.

I must, of course, act as if
I am not at all affected.

That is my great challenge.

If you are in pain, it is
because you have loved fully.

I have loved fully.

I know this much to be true.

You will love
and be loved again.

Ten, nine,

eight, seven, six,

five, four,

- three, two, one!
- Your Majesty.

Victoire!

Victoire.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

My dear Camille,

I never dreamed I would miss
our old world,

our old lives.

But I knew who you were then:

my friend, as I was yours.

Now I see
that I must find my own way

and that we're on
different paths.

So know that I will
always love you.

But do not come looking for me

or the letters I have taken.

I will destroy them
before they destroy you.

Yours, Victoire.

I couldn't find you.

You're not my equal.

I'm relieved
to hear you say it.

I wanted to talk to you too.

You're more than my equal.

The feeling when I
couldn't find you, Camille...

I don't want to be without you.

Marry me.