All language subtitles for Raphael ou le debauche (1971) EN

RAPHAËL OR THE LIBERTINE

We must hurry!

Hello, my children!

Hello my disheleved uncle!

- Hello!
- Hello Monsieur!

- Where are you running? - We're going
to the lake to see the sunrise.

It's the last day of summer.

Oh, too late...

It's like you were in a hurry this
morning, my dear sun.

It's been, what...

twelve years I've been coming here to
greet you on the last day of summer.

This is the first time you haven't
waited for me.

If I knew you were up there, idiot, I
wouldn't have gone to the trouble.

It's a little late, but it's still very
beautiful.

Maybe it's an omen.

Let's go!

Gentlemen, I see from your pious air
that you're looking for the church.

There is one, very near.

See, the steeple there, at the far
end of the meadow.

I told you, there are still sometimes,
in our countrysides, charming corners.

- Are you virgins, my beauties?
- No, unfortunately.

But if you're in urgent need,
there's a convent very close by.

The insolence is charming.
Let's see the rest.

Tell this fatty to give me back my cape!

Farewell.

Paul! You, with those people,
and in this state...

- your mother would die! - She did die,
dear Bernardine. Two months ago!

You saw, it was Paul! He's our
neighbor in the city.

Poor guys...

- Him?
- Everyone.

Always half-drunk.

They lie around with girls and
in orgies that all look alike.

Nothing touches them,
nothing interests them.

I don't really see any good
reason to pity them.

But you, why do you pity them?

Because they pretend not to be sad.

- Where are we going?
- To drink, my dear friend.

"THE TAVERN OPENS AT
8 O'CLOCK"

The tavern opens at such and such
an hour...

Oh, barkeep!

Let him sleep, the tavern
opens at 8:00.

Why would it open earlier?

Still two hours before 8:00...

Six hours before noon...

More than 12 hours before night.

And before our death, how many?

If you want wine, let's have some.
But surely it's not so good that...

We will drink it!

I slept very very well,
there were two or three bad nights,

but the most possible since.

Thank you.

And which of you will walk
on this wire?

It's me.

- And when you're up there, do you think
of death? - No. I think about my feet.

Ah...

Then maybe I should go up there.

Who of you will walk on this wire with
me?

- Let him sleep.
- Oh, you'll break your neck...

Let him play his favorite game!

100 louis that I don't kill myself!

That's that! Let's play on your death,
that'll wake us up.

Stop your friend! Does he want to
kill himself?

You guessed it. Let's say this is an
idea he likes to play around with.

But it's true that you think
about your feet.

Always the head, the heart,
the soul.

And the feet then.

Very important, the feet. Henceforth,
I'll no longer think about my feet.

I'll think about my toes.
About my heels.

I'm bored already.

Gentlemen! Here I am alive,
and rich!

Hello.

Three days without seeing you,
where were you?

I came last night and I couldn't leave.

I think about you endlessly.

I sit here kneeling, I kiss your hands,
and you look at the ceiling.

No sleep all these nights, to enter this
room a madwoman, and you say nothing.

I've already said a lot this morning.

That you're handsome and I love you.

Look at how I made myself
beautiful for you.

Put your hands on me.

Oh, how... how I've waited.

I thought I warned you...
maybe I forgot?

Most often, unfortunately...

I no longer desire women whom
I once had.

It's not so serious.

I'm having friends at my place tonight.

- Will you come?
- I know.

But I still don't know what I'll
do tonight.

Who made your eyes like that?
Is it not Rebecca?

Poor Rebecca hasn't seen you
for a hundred years.

At least three days.

You say nothing? You want
another girl, not Rebecca?

Oh, I was half-dead this morning.

Will you tell me all about it?

- I like you.
- I know.

- Go on, Malvina, my beauty.
- Alright.

How did you guess I had a question
for you?

On the lake, this morning, the little
blonde one in the shirt you knew.

Tell me about her.

Bernardine Déréault?

What do you want then,
do you want to get married?

No, but I very much like to exchange
ideas, from time to time,

with young people, very cultured,
and of high birth.

Well, she and her sister Diane are
spending the summer with a widow.

A certain Madame de Chéroy.

Bernardine, you won't put on
your dress tonight!

But yes, of course!
Oh I love balls.

Is this ridiculous, futile or normal,
Monsieur Count?

No, no, no ladies!

Don't count on me to philosophize
on the day of a ball.

My first ball... Aurore, were you
scared too?

I'll crush the feet of all my suitors,

and I won't find a single witty
word to say to them.

Evidently, they're old, fat,
or ugly. I'd be less afraid.

Rest assured, there will be very few
handsome men there.

And if one asks you to dance, tell him:
"You'll find me naive or stupid,

"but I find you so handsome that I
don't have words to express it."

He'll think you're a free spirit and
you can even walk on his feet.

When you talk about men,
always make fun of them.

And love too. Always believe that
no one really loves anyone.

I think... that one believes in loving
someone for a while...

And then, I believe...

that one decides to love someone else.

And then it's unbearable to the end,

that you've only talked about love
since this morning.

What do you want to talk about
on the day of a ball?

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Good evening.

Philippe?

You said you couldn't live without me,
and I haven't seen you for two months.

Were you dead?

Yes.

And I am revived at the sight of you
in front of me.

Adrien! I've decided to remarry.

Does your request still hold?

It's that... you had made me
understand that...

Oh my god, I forgot!
Someone had told me anyway.

You're married now.

Your wife, no doubt?
She's charming.

Those two over there wanted to die
for me if I didn't love them.

In my place, they married two morons.

And the hopeless lovers got fat.

You didn't love them?
Nor others, nor those?

- Nor those, nor others.
- And your husband?

Oh he was old and ugly.
Very very ugly.

Especially when he was alive.

He seems to me a little less
ugly now.

Good evening! Good evening
my dear friends.

Your place tonight, everything
is so pretty.

And here's my cousin Emilie.

You know Diane and Bernardine, my
friends.

- See you later.
- Hold on, you're already here?

Good evening.

- You dropped your handkerchief.
- Thank you.

I'm not returning it for you.

- You've already taken three from me.
- Each has its own place close to me.

And together, we're waiting for you.

You'll come, we know it... when?

But finally... get this idea out of your
head.

You'll come. We know it.

- And we'll wait.
- That's enough, really.

I'll start to get annoyed.
Good evening Monsieur.

Nevertheless, to show how much
I like you,

I'll make you a promise.

If one day life is unbearable for me,

being a good Christian I could not
end it by myself.

Well that day, Monsieur Senator,

instead of killing myself,
I'll marry you.

Maybe. While I'm waiting, if you'll
permit, I'll dance!

- Who's that?
- Aurore de Chéroy.

Well, I've chosen my citadel
for tonight.

You won't be alone under these
walls.

- Do you know them? - These are
friends of the son of the house.

- The one in blue...
- Ah yes.

I believe he seduced half of the
women here.

Raphaël de Loris is a foundling,
did you know?

- No! - Yes, yes! The de Loris men were
adopted, nothing is known about them.

Hold on!

- I didn't hope, Bernardine, to see you
here tonight. - Bernardine?

That's your name.

Let's not stay here.

Come on.

I followed you out of pure curiosity.

- How old are you?
- I'm 19.

And you await all of life and balls.

It's nothing to smile about!

And you, at 19, didn't you
wait for anything?

I awaited everything,
and had everything.

Everything, except one thing.

- Except maybe I'll finally have it.
- What?

- Your hand that you hide behind your
back. - Why do that?

That I won't say for you, but didn't
you say you were curious?

I think you're crazy!

Boring?

- No.
- Stupid?

- No!
- Ugly?

- I said crazy! - Then you find me
funny, intelligent and handsome.

I think that love blinds you.

Love?

The one that I perhaps could feel
for you.

Or perhaps not.

Let's go back to the parlor.

Have fun. Dance.

Is Monsieur de Loris interested in
Mademoiselle Déréault then?

Dear master of the house,
dear Alfred, my greetings.

- How'd you get here?
- On foot.

Or on my hands, after I'd been
drinking.

- Do you like Bernardine?
- I don't know her, do you?

I saw a lot of her this summer
at Madame de Chéroy's place.

This widow, and this dragon...

If I want to see this girl again must
I bring candles to the chaperone?

Oh think about it, she can't eat
anymore, she doesn't have a tooth left.

- But even toothless she bites.
- We'll tame her if necessary.

You can start now, go back,
she's just behind you.

Where's that?

Aurore, excuse me?

Here's Raphaël de Loris,

- who'd like to be introduced to you.
- Oh no, no, for today,

it's over, I don't want any more
introductions as to who this is.

I mix up all the faces and names.

And plus, I'm going.

Then you, who's this?

Raphaël. Raphaël de Loris.

I'll never remember.

Aurore, are you leaving?
I must tell you...

We'll take that.

Come join us again at Francesca's,
she's giving an intimate little party.

- Of a kind rather different than this.
- Ah, and that too.

I remember my first dance.

I secretly put my mother's powder
on my buttons.

What emotions then.

What boredom today!

Young man, you'll know that when you
eat too much spice,

- you'll have a burnt palate.
- Smell!

The odor of honeysuckle.

There are some odors dearer to me.

The one of Clarisse's skirts, for
example, especially when she's danced.

Shut up, imbecile!

And breathe.

Kiss me.

Worry about your mistress.

Worry about your mistress.

She's not happy.

She drank way too much.

My name is Jeanne.

Call Clarisse.

Clarisse!

The girl's driving me crazy.

I'll do anything to please you.

Stop, Francesca, you must rest.

You're right.

I'm going to sleep.

Tell me goodnight.

Goodnight Francesca.

Last night's version of Norma
had actors that suited it.

An enticing Norma, played by the model
vibrating with her words,

with her hot and enchanting timbre,
with her noble and beautiful attitudes.

And such appeared Francesca Grisi,

a superb singer with a lot of
fire and dramatic emotions,

who once more dazzled and charmed
us in this new creation...

for her in the role of Norma.

Let me take it to her.

Francesca!

My darling! [Italian]

Good God!...

For Monsieur de Loris.

- I'll look for a doctor!
- We must inform her family!

- And the theater. - That's that,
let's go do all that.

I'd like to stay alone with her
for a moment.

"At the beginning of autumn,
on a certain Friday,

"and for a word of love that was
never told her, Francesca...

"sadly put an end to her life."

I'm thirsty.

Where does Madame de Chéroy live?

I've been sleeping...

Oh, I'm dead!

I think I'm in love.

- Me too!
- Not me.

Hello.

Thank you.

Hello Bernardine.

- Hello. - Hello Paul, hello gentlemen,
do you want milk, you too?

- Why not?
- The dance was so wonderful,

we didn't go home to sleep,
No more for you?

No more for us.

Madame de Chéroy is sleeping.

No, on Saturdays she's at the
cathedral mass.

And it's Saturday... I believe.

Are you staying, you others?

If my lord allows it,
we haven't finished lunch.

- We haven't even started. - Ladies,
thanks for this morning smile.

- You seem angry.
- I hate men.

You forget, I believe, where you are.

That you want me?

Thank you.

- We saw each other last night at the
ball, isn't that right? - Yes.

You haven't slept much since.

You should go sleep.

Instead of courting ladies in holy
places.

Then you're in love with me.

Ah, absolutely not.

Then what pushes a man of your
age...

to kiss the hand of a woman during her
prayer, in the middle of a mass.

Maybe it's simply boredom.

Two things dissipate the boredom of
my days.

The pursuit of beautiful women,

and the search for good wine.

Now, at this hour, the taverns are
closed.

And almost all of the women are in bed.

- Almost all. - What are you hoping for
from me with this beautiful speech?

When I'll have left you, I'll have
killed an hour or two of my day.

- To kill time?
- Yes.

It doesn't need you for that.
It's dying all the time.

It seems to me, on the contrary,
that you should want to hold it back.

To prevent it from dying.

I don't like hopeless enterprises.

He loved them.

I'd like you to come with me.

There, that's where I'm going now.

Where you go, I'll go, Madame.

What an intoxicating morning.

The mass, now the hospital.

Do you think they're as dead to the
forces of amusement?

Come on.

- Did you already come here?
- Ah no, I swear to you, never.

Hello my sister.

Hello Madame. I have sad news:
Braneque is dead.

- When was that?
- Yesterday, late afternoon.

And I didn't see him again...

He waited for you.

I had to come, I promised him.

And because of this dance,
I didn't come.

And the others?

Old Elie hangs on, she'd like
to see her son's wedding.

Hold on...

this is for you.

When you leave,
you'll go dancing.

You'll put them on and
you'll think of me.

- Is that a promise?
- Yes.

I find her worse.

The doctor gives her a few more days
and it'll all be over.

I wanted to show you people...

for whom every minute is precious.

Why?

- Because... - Why would every minute
be precious for these poor fools,

- does that bring them an extra minute?
- A minute of life.

What life?

In this superb palace of delicious
perfume.

You drove me here to convert me
to the joy?

I don't know.

Yes, I believe.

I'd like wine, me too.

Another glass and more wine.

Unfortunately, it doesn't make me
happy...

to be happier than the least
fortunate.

I promised him I'd come.

And because of that dance,
I didn't come.

And he died all alone.

Who was this old man?

I don't know, it was there,
at the hospital, that I knew him.

No one came to see him, ever.

He asked someone to give me
his glasses.

Madame de Chéroy, you're
a funny kind of girl.

Yesterday, at the dance, as soon as
I saw you, I wanted you.

This morning at the church, again.

And now, I'd like you to take all
your tears against me,

and make you cry for me.

- Otherwise.
- Shut your mouth.

But these are the things you should
think about, not old people dying.

I know what I want to think about.

And I know myself, why I live.

But you, why do you live?

I don't know, I was hatched one day,
I roll along.

Keep that look for your old people.

As for me, now I'll roll along some
more.

It's been over two hours we've been
together, thank you.

There are millions and millions
of stars out tonight.

Every day, or almost every day,
I see...

people who love me,
who I worry about.

Close to the harbor there's a
neighborhood of leprous houses...

where certain families live.

Water oozes from the walls.

The wood on the stairs rots away.

Those who live there are miserable.

Pale and sad, like those houses.

54.

The owner of these slums squeezes
every last drop out of his tenants.

And when they have nothing left,
in summer or in winter,

he throws them out into the street.

It's not today...

that I learned that the owner,
he was you, Monsieur Senator.

Would you have taken me,
so far, for Saint Vincent?

You would have been mistaken.

Because these houses profit,
they don't need to cost.

If those living there don't pay,
we put in others who do pay.

These are the housing laws,
dear beautiful lady.

- And the spectacle of these miserable
lives... - Leaves me indifferent.

I have the pleasure of being absolutely
closed off from others' misfortunes.

From mine too, besides.

In fact I am, by luck, completely
unfeeling.

With one exception.

You're my Achilles' heel, my beautiful
dear.

An Achilles' heel and a club-foot
for the other,

with you, I'd stay in bed.

The hat and gloves of Monsieur
Senator.

Monsieur Senator is leaving.

And I implore you, don't come back.

You abuse the strength of your
beauty.

Me, I abuse those who give me
money.

We're made for each other, and
you'll see that we'll agree.

Good evening, charming company.

Then, Monsieur Libertine,
are you becoming wise?

Are we playing the lotto?

Would Bernardine be converting you?

But maybe it's me who's
converting Bernardine.

Paul, tell me about...

- I forgot his name.
- Then it's difficult.

But yes, he's your friend.
He has brown hair and blue eyes.

Raphaël?

Raphaël de Loris, maybe?

Raphaël de Loris, that's it.

- You like him?
- Not like you think.

He goes to so much trouble for me,
I don't know why.

Besides, he is noticed himself,
I believe that doesn't please him.

Good evening Paul.

It's better that you get going,
the fog is falling quickly.

- Sleep well my children. - Goodnight,
uncle! - Goodnight, uncle.

Oh I'm not very cold, anyway.

- How does that smell?
- The mint?

But no, this is the lavender we
planted alongside the wall.

Paul had to forget something.

No, this isn't Paul.

But who are you?

You?

Suddenly tonight I wanted to see you
again.

Me too, I wanted to talk to you.

I'm going to sleep.

Are you coming?

Goodnight Aurore.

Goodnight.

- Are you cold?
- No.

I like the air to bite my skin a little.

All day long, since we left each other,

I've been making up imaginary
speeches for you.

And now I don't know where to begin.

Since this morning, my imagination
and I also thought about you.

But we didn't make any speeches.

Tell me your speeches, and
afterwards it'll be my turn.

You're mistaken about me,
I believe.

I thought about you, for it
seems to me...

I'm afraid, as they say, of hurting you.

- It seems to me that I could help you.
- Help me?

Help me have a beautiful night.

And don't worry about my miserable
life.

Goodnight, then.

It's very rare that something
makes me envious.

And God knows why, I have a furious
craving to make love to you.

Look at yourself.

This is a craving that, unfortunately,
I don't share.

Goodnight.

Since I arrived, your mouth says
one thing,

and your eyes say another.

Let me listen to your eyes a little.

Don't prevent them from speaking
to me.

On this subject they have
nothing to say to you.

Do you have the intention of
taking me by force?

Why not?

I think I'd like that even better.

Ah yes, that's it, beat me, harder!
Harder!

You must bite too. You don't want to?
No? Then it's me.

Why don't you scream?

You don't want to wake the house up?

Or alright, you don't want anyone
to disturb us?

I regulate all my affairs on my own.

I'm not afraid of you.

I don't need anyone to help me.

You're hot.

Me too.

Get going. I don't want you to beat me.

I want to stay alone and peaceful.

I don't want you here.

Why do you play this role
that isn't you?

You demean yourself and hurt me.

Because I'm base.

I like that.

I see.

Then don't prolong this ridiculous
and uncomfortable position.

And let's finish this quickly.

I'm tired.

I was married, I know what it is,
I won't die.

Ah well, no.

Not tonight.

The craving has completely passed.

For once, thanks to you,
the virtue of boredom triumphs.

Damage.

- Elisa, did no one ask for me?
- No Madame.

I'm hot.

- Did anyone ring? - No,
there are cows crossing the meadow.

This day won't end.

Madame?

- Is Monsieur de Loris at his place?
- Yes Madame.

Julio!

Aurore?

- Monsieur?
- More grapes and walnuts.

Aurore, are you coming in?

My friends, Madame de Chéroy.

Madame de Chéroy, my friends.

To tell the truth, the only thing
that matters in my life.

- Could we be alone a moment?
- Yes, but a short moment.

I can't abandon my friends for too long.

An instant will suffice.

Excuse me. It's over there.

I thought that you came to
apologize to me today.

And not seeing me, you came to look
at my place.

No.

No,

that's not it at all.

Well! This revelation.

- This secret...
- You're too far.

Come closer.

Is this close enough?

- Why these mocking eyes?
- Are they? Sorry.

Does it please you so much to
see me here, at your place?

Another evening, I'd be delighted.

But you see, tonight we're expecting...

- some visiting girls.
- Excuse me.

Eh... what did you want to tell me?

That wasn't very important.

- Ah, good evening girls.
- After the satisfying delicacy,

here's an exquisite delight
announcing itself.

And...

which will you choose tonight?

- Good evening Danelle.
- Good evening.

- Good evening Laetitia.
- Good evening.

Eh, my snake, my eel,
wind me up with your rings.

- Good evening.
- Lucresse.

- This one!
- Good evening Lucresse.

- And you, what's your name?
- Jasmine.

Or fine, that one.

Good evening.

- Smell the jasmine, Jasmine.
- Is that on purpose?

Yes.

I'll bring you back to your place.

I'll attach the horses and join you.

I could make you my mistress tonight.

And leave tomorrow morning without
a look.

Like I do every morning.

Is that what you want?

I don't know what's coming over me.

I'm no longer master of my gestures,
my thoughts.

After you left yesterday,
I couldn't sleep.

All day long I waited for you.

And tonight...

tonight I went to your place.

And no one could have stopped
me from going there.

Does it happen like that,
sometimes, so quickly?

I have no experience in that.

That's what love is.

Do I love you?

No.

I hope not.

Because, devil knows why,
I don't want...

you to be miserable.

Because of me.

I'm not 15 anymore.

You don't change anymore at my age,
even if you want to. I don't want to.

I chose the life I live, and a woman
like you has no place in this life.

I have no place in yours anymore.

What would I do in your garden?

I can't see myself gardening,
two days here and I'd flee.

We have nothing to do together.

The day and the night don't meet.

Farewell Aurore.

I'm really very noble tonight.

But as I'm no saint, it's better
that I leave quickly,

before I lose my nobility.

I'll take you home.

I wanted to tell you that...

I lost my head a little but
I know you're right.

I also wanted to tell you:

thank you.

Here's the master of the house.

Where were you, crook?

Leaving us all alone in the hands of
these greedy creatures.

To the hands and to the feet.

Is that what you wanted Aurore?

I don't want it.

I don't want to talk about it.

Come on.

Hit me. Hit me.

Harder.

Over the last few days, with Aurore,
it's been a real frenzy.

Dining in the city, theater, balls,

and all that with a sort of
forced cheerfulness.

Do you have any idea
what she means to say?

She wants to have fun, I think,
nothing more.

She lived a very withdrawn life.

Maybe she wants to remarry.

Norma was the great role of Francesca
Grisi,

you know, the girl who hung herself.

She hung herself for a man, I believe.

Yes, for one of those libertines
who haunt our poor city.

Madame? Allow me to present
my sister, Mademoiselle de Granville.

My dear, here's Madame de Chéroy.

You see, if you marry him, what's more,
you'll have a charming friend.

I demand to know what we're doing
here, gentlemen...

You can't always go around seeking
love affairs, Monsieur.

It's been centuries since you've come to
my place to drink my chocolate.

It's true, it has been centuries since I
came to your place to drink chocolate.

I don't know how to lie,
I have no excuse.

- You forgot me.
- It's true, I forgot you.

- A good-for-nothing like you?
- Forgetting equally, my dear.

All things considered, I'm not staying,
I'm going with Ester, and you?

All things considered, I'm going.

And me too.

- I'm not staying.
- Why?

- Tonight I want something else.
- Where do you want to go?

- Towards the harbor.
- Why not?

No, I also want to be alone.

Watch out for yourself.

Hey there! I want you to tell
me some kind words first.

Come on.

Ester's place, is that house
the Place Richelieu?

Yes.

- I'm dying of fatigue and boredom, I'm
coming back. - I'll go home with you.

No, no, no. I'll get annoyed,
uncle, stay here.

Place Richelieu.

- Madame? - I absolutely
must see Monsieur de Loris.

I'll see if he's here, Madame.

Monsieur de Loris is absent, Madame.

But I'm his friend.

Can I replace him in some way?

- Do you know where he is? - He told me
he went towards the harbor.

- Maybe he wants to embark off
somewhere. - Thank you Monsieur.

Over there, the streets are too narrow.

Too badly paved.
The carriages don't go there.

Are you sure you're going by there?
After all that, don't look at me.

I'm crazy.

What am I doing here?

I want to leave.

Is there another room?

- Bravo my dear Lasalle. - Let's play
for you, my brave one.

Kiss me to give me luck, my beauty.

Who's that?

It's Aurore.

My dear Aurore, I'm totally drunk.

Come on fatty, as long as he's not
playing, let's play something else!

I'm always so drunk, but...

what's more, I'm very wet now.

Aurore says nothing.

Aurore doesn't budge.

Maybe I'm mistaken,

and Aurore isn't there.

No, no no, Aurore is real.

And Aurore cried.

You see my dear Aurore,

I'm here at my place.

Do you think it's yours too?

My good friends.

We'll drink to my health,

and then resume our dice party.

No,

this isn't my place.

I live on a wire...

stretched between two trees.

And my balance is fragile...

between...

the craving to walk...

and the craving to sleep.

Nothing would be enough to destroy it.

You see,

for my part I've prepared you a speech.

And when I'm finished speaking
you'll leave.

I have a heavy head, I don't know
what I'm saying very well anymore.

I've always lived without morals,

without law of any sort.

But...

there is one...

a line...

that I will never cross.

This is the one I have traced,

between you and me.

Farewell Aurore.

Is this what love is?

Do I love you?

This is the question I put to you
the other night.

I know the answer to that one.

Tonight I have another for you.

Isn't this love?

Don't you love me?

My dear,

I love all the women I haven't had.

Let's go, leave.

We've already said too much.

In the middle of rivers,

there are sometimes whirlwinds
that swirl,

and swallow up the unfortunate swimmer
who finds himself there.

It's beautiful to fight waters swirling
up in a whirlwind.

But the big difference is that the man
dreads and flees whirlwinds,

then as he desperately looks for love,

that's like a whirlwind swallowing
him up and annihilating him.

He knows,

and he can't fight it.

Farewell Raphaël.

This is the first time...

that I've said your name.

Wise, wise, wise Raphaël.

Leave.

74.

There it is, it's raining.

Did Aurore say where she went tonight?

I knocked on her door
but she didn't open.

Untouchable Aurore.

Pure Aurore.

The worst libertines were...

afraid to give you themselves for
fear of soiling you, my beauty.

Do you know him?

Make everything as it was before,
my God.

Help me forget him.

I want his face.

I want his body and his flesh on mine.

I'm punishing you.

You're weak, you're stupid,

you are a woman of the most,
nothing but the most pure idiocy.

And if Aurore were no longer pure,
would you touch her?

And if Aurore were in the creek
with you?

would you still be afraid of her?

Stop there.

- Go back to house.
- Am I not expecting Madame?

Go back.

You're late, Norville. Come on!

Look.

Hello Mademoiselle.

Hold on, have a seat.

What's your name?

You don't have a tongue? Let's see.

- Possessive.
- No, impatient.

We'll share afterwards.

Bah, come on.

If you're nice, I'll be very generous.

Undress me.

You're a funny kind of girl.

Being a pretty girl, do you like it?

All the better. That'll change.

Let me leave.

I like you.

Go outside, girls!

Go to sleep.

They're always more hurried to get
dressed to leave,

- than to undress when they arrive.
- It's cold this morning.

You're not too cold with
your torn dress?

A little, yes.

You seem sad.

What will you do now?

I don't know.

Tonight there's a big fantasia, they
asked a lot of girls, you want to go?

Yes.

Are you going back to your place
to rest?

No.

Come sleep at my place,

and then for tonight,
I'll lend you a dress.

Yes.

Aurore...

Aurore...

Poor Raphaël would have
liked to meet you.

The night is made to enjoy,
not to sleep.

Let's get his feet. Go!

Thank you, dear friends,
for this enchanting wake.

Night already?

If my whole life could pass by
as quickly as this day.

Barely dawn, already night.

Barely born, already dead.

- No, I'm not coming with you.
- Oh, he doesn't like us anymore.

I told you before, he doesn't like
our company.

Let's go.

Tell me you sent for all the girls
in the city.

That's the advantage of having
rich friends.

Until later, buddy.

You must recognize that nothing...

ladies...

nothing can beat a good, successful
orgy.

- Cover yourself.
- No.

Do what I tell you.

- It's for you that I'm here.
- Shut your mouth.

I knew that one day I'd meet you
in a place like this one.

All the harm you could do to me...

I've already done it to myself.

And the long distance between us,
I've traversed it completely.

And here I am in front of you.

Now I'm a woman like all these women.

And you have no reason to push
me back.

It doesn't matter to me
that it won't last long.

Words, words!

There are a hundred girls here,
who needs another?

- You want me to take you as a girl?
- I implore you.

- Here?
- Yes.

I remember, Aurore,
the first time we met.

I said:

here at last, a woman that
I will never have.

She was a queen.

And a queen who, on that day,
I loved.

Who you loved?

But tonight you're ugly.

You're sad and ugly.

- Until death...
- That's not true.

I'm not ugly.

Wake up now, Aurore.

You must get over this hangover,

and get dressed properly.

Then you'll go back to your place,

in your white house, in your garden,
close to your friends.

And you'll return to normalcy as
the Aurore of before.

- Yes?
- Why?

When I see you like you are
tonight, it's...

it's myself that you make me see.

And I don't like myself.

Now, come on.

Little mule.

I must always explain
everything to you.

This time, you must try
to understand on your own.

This is the only way of
understanding, really.

Go, leave quickly,

and be wise.

I'll inform Monsieur Senator.

It's been a long time these places
have been waiting for you.

- I made you get up.
- Not at all.

I've been working an hour already.

I go to bed and get up early.

Did you get your feet wet?

May I remove your shoes?

Yes.

Your stockings are wet too.

Remove them if you like.

We'll get married whenever you want.

- What brings you, my prince?
- I need you, Lasalle.

We'll finish that in a moment.

You must kill someone for me.

- Yes.
- Name your price.

I'm listening.

In four days, there will be, at
the Granville castle, a party.

A wedding.

This person will be there.

At a certain moment, I will tie a
red handkerchief to this person's arm.

This person will be there.

And you'll shoot.

But be careful: I want to be
absolutely sure of the result.

You must aim well.

You must aim there.

May we dance?

- Leave us, we're sad.
- Why sad?

Do you think it's fun to watch Aurore
marry this disgusting old man?

- And where are the young newlyweds?
- They're on their way.

Go on, come dance.

You'll cry when you get married.

- And Monsieur de Loris?
- Oh I don't think he's coming.

There they are.

Come on, let's watch the
saltimbanques, that looks funny.

Ah! Here come still more people,
approach, approach!

Make way for the young newlyweds!

And now silence! I'm getting ready.

I must climb to the other one later.

It's nothing to laugh about, young girl!
If I'd been up there, I would be dead.

And now I'm going up.

I like that guy up there.

M. and Mme. the young newlyweds,
receive my vows and give me yours!

Young man, you're a happy man,
your woman is beautiful.

As for you, Madame, what a handsome
spouse you have there.

When will you find him?
In that case, think of me.

Ladies, gentlemen.

He's crazy, he'll kill himself!

He's never seen a wire he didn't
want to climb and walk across.

Is he going to blindfold himself?

All this is perhaps a bit melodramatic.

After all, you only die once.

Aurore.

Damage,

I still have something to tell her.

My friends! Let's not let this
deplorable incident disrupt our party!

Jean, take care of this.

Hey, musicians! Over here!

Let's dance, my dear.

I'm not a great dancer, but I have to
dance to our marriage.

Let's go! Let's go, my friends,
to please me.

Dance, you too, dance!