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Speed.

Camille 2000, scene one, take one.

Is that the jet set?

Well, it's shocking.

I'm glad we didn't bring the children.

Will either of you have a match?

Or the time?

Or a kind word for a lonely stranger?

I have a kind word.

Let me guess.

How many letters?

It's four.

And it's written on the wall over there.

Wait for me, Marguerite!

Hey! Wait for Gody!

Who brought the champagne?

Let me have it.

- My bag? - Your bag.

If Marguerite hasn't tried it, it hasn't been invented.

Don't you ever come down?

Not if I can help it.

- This will do it. - What?

What do you have in mind?

Armand Duval.

Oh, Mr Seasons. It's good to see you.

Armand, let me be the first to welcome you to Rome.

Oh, thanks. That's very nice of you.

But you shouldn't have bothered.

I mean, it's so early...

Oh, not at all. Not at all.

Tell me, did my father telephone?

Twice from Venice.

It's your first visit to Rome?

Yes.

Naturally, we want to do whatever we can to see that you're well taken care of.

You'll be staying alone at the company's suite.

Unfortunately, Mr Duval...

My father's not coming to Rome?

- Not at the moment. - Huh.

The itinerary was to come here.

He wanted to be with you.

- He doesn't disappoint me. - You know his schedule.

Now, for today, I thought I'd drop you by the office first

if you have no other plans for the morning.

We could set up a small business luncheon right away

to get you acquainted with the people you're going to work with this summer.

I was hoping to get together with an old friend of mine from school.

Oh, well, of course. Naturally.

It's your first visit. You'll want to get to see the sights.

There's a lot to do in Rome.

Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.

The cream of international society...

and a bit of the scum.

Now, Armand, the first thing we have to do,

since you're going to be here the entire season,

is find a girl for you.

But not just any girl.

It must be someone appropriate.

I agree.

Now, my dear friend,

what would suit your mood of the particular moment?

A little blond with round hips and breasts like alabaster?

A languid brunette with a slow, smoldering body?

Appreciates younger men, and shows her appreciation with skill.

Or are you addicted to redheads?

Youngest daughter of one of our oldest families.

Something of a nymph,

and I have it on excellent authority

that she's not an unrewarding acquaintance.

Or Simone.

She always two or three affairs going at the same time.

She made quite a scandal last year

when she ran off with her brother-in-law's sister.

Or take Alenne.

Everyone else has.

Marvelous animal...

with a healthy appetite for men.

An aggressive sensualist.

She drinks rather a lot,

but it doesn't seem to faze her.

One of the Lambirdy brothers tried to kill himself over her.

Maybe you read about it. Made all the papers.

- Well, shall I introduce you? - Oh, yes, please.

Merde. Too late.

Not her.

There, with the flower.

Who are you talking about?

Marguerite?

Impossible. Come on. Impossible.

Hello.

What's her name?

Her name is Marguerite Gautier.

They call her Camille because of that bit with the flowers.

But don't have any illusions about her.

The hills are covered with the bodies of the men she's ruined.

- Marvelous, isn't she? - Fantastic.

So, that's how it is.

Well, restrain yourself and I'll introduce you.

She won't mind?

Certainly not.

She's discriminating but not particular.

- Shh! - Ah!

Who's the woman with her?

That's Prudence Duvernoy.

She runs a very chic boutique. If you buy an expensive dress from her,

she gets you a date with whomever you want.

Good evening.

You go first and break the ice.

What kind of nobility do you think this is?

The queen of whores, maybe.

More expensive and more accomplished,

but otherwise, not any different from the rest.

That is the family box of the Duke du Mauriac

who keeps her in the most extravagant luxury.

But...if you're determined,

it can probably be arranged,

because she's notoriously unfaithful, on occasions.

Marguerite!

Mon coeur.

Ah, Gaston.

What a surprise.

- Prudence. - Hello.

I wondered how long you would take.

Well, sit down. I won't bite you.

Gaston!

- Oh. - Maybe the cat caught his tongue.

You'll notice Armand brought you candy, Marguerite.

I'm sure if I hadn't stopped him,

he would've said something brilliant like,

"sweets to the sweet."

Would you?

How charming.

Armand Duval.

Armand.

That's a funny name.

Armand's father's famous for his wit.

- One of the Duvals? - Mm-hm.

Actually, the candy's a bribe.

Armand wants your help with a personal matter.

- Do you? - Yes.

You see, he's just arrived,

and in all Rome, I'm his only friend.

Poor Armand.

So, he's understandably looking for a sympathetic person...

of the opposite sex, I'm told.

- Well, we must help him. - Mm.

Think, Prudence.

Surely you must know some nice girl for Armand.

- There is Monique. - Monique?

Yes, excellent.

The perfect solution.

You will adore Monique.

And she's at loose ends

since her last boyfriend threw her out.

Stupid man to give up a girl like Monique.

She gave him the clap.

Don't listen to Marguerite. Nobody's perfect.

Marguerite!

- How about dinner tonight? - No, thanks.

But I'll buy you dessert.

I shouldn't have done that...

..should I?

Prudence, why not introduce your friends to the Duke du Mauriac?

Like?

Very nice.

Everything looks good on Olympe.

She's such a delightful girl... and there are no complications.

Like your friend...

what was her name? Monique?

We were only teasing you.

Marguerite always insults men who interest her when she meets them.

It's nothing.

- Please, please. - You failure!

Let me out of here! Prudence!

I wouldn't wear this outfit to my own funeral!

Look here, how it droops!

And there, where it should cling!

She approved the sketch.

She approved the swatch.

And with loving hands, I cut the pattern

directly from the pants of a Greek sailor.

- Maybe they fit your Greek sailor. - Ingrate.

Et bien, cherie,

as soon as I finish with Mr Duval.

But we're all friends.

I'm happy to see you again.

Duval?

Gaston's friend from the ballet.

The chocolate soldier.

Don't pay too much for that dress.

I wouldn't want to see you overcharged.

I understand it's one of a kind.

But it's not an original.

That wouldn't bother me.

And it isn't an exclusive.

No-one has suggested that it is.

I'm having some friends in Sunday to celebrate my return to life.

You're invited.

And bring Gaston. He's adorable.

And your girl...

if you found one.

Gody, you faggot.

Will you please fix my pants?

Oh, Sunday. Remember.

For the dress.

I hope it fits.

Where shall I have it sent?

Why don't you give it to Gody?

He can wear it on Sunday.

We're out of champagne!

Send up some champagne!

Hello!

- Hello. - How are you?

- How are you? - Good.

Hi, Gody. Gay as ever, I see.

Gayer, dear boy.

Every day in every way I'm getting a little more...

I think you know Armand Duval.

- Hello. - Hello.

Is this your first trip to Rome?

I'm beginning to think it's my tenth.

- Staying long? - Cool it, Gody.

Oh, I know it belongs to Marguerite, but it's pretty just the same.

Hey!

Hi.

Would you sleep with me for $10,000?

Yeah.

Well, then, how about 50¢ worth?

On account.

Don't.

Why not?

I have to get back to the others.

Send them all home.

- I can't do that. - You could.

The party has just started...

and people are still arriving.

Slip upstairs with me.

They're having fun. You won't be missed.

You know how these parties are.

And when my friends will tell du Mauriac...

as one of them is sure to?

You lead him around by the nose, and he lets you get away with it.

You need someone to look up to,

someone who will keep you in line.

Keep me in line?

You understand, Marguerite?

Someone...like you?

Exactly.

I'll keep it in mind.

So, you did come.

I thought perhaps you forgot,

or decided my party was boring.

Impossible.

- Have you met my friends? - Mm-hm.

You're not eating.

Everything will spoil.

Oh, look!

Olympe is starting a fight.

Come on, Gody.

Dance with me.

Marguerite, I'm leaving.

- Bye, George. - I'll come with you.

I thought I was going with George.

Bye!

Relax, Simone.

I'll take you home.

You are really very hard on George, my dear.

Oh, he bores me with his family fortune.

- Cherie! - Are you all right?

It's nothing.

It's nothing. Don't worry.

Don't stop! I'll be right back.

Dance with me, Armand.

Any better?

I thought you'd like a drink.

Much better, thanks.

You must get back.

Why are you killing yourself this way?

Am I?

And if I am, what's the difference?

I'll ask them to go.

- Why? - So you can rest.

- It'll be quiet. - I like life better loud.

- Like your friends? - What's wrong with my friends?

Maybe you think you're better than they are?

I think you are better than they are.

How much did you pay Prudence for that dress?

How much do you know about me?

Really?

I think you could mean a lot to me, Marguerite.

Let me help you.

What?

To take care of yourself.

I'd die if I started to take care of myself.

Shall I give you some good advice?

Yes.

Promise you'll take it.

I'll try.

Go away right now if what you said is true.

Or else take me as a friend and nothing more.

Don't have any illusions about me, because I'm not worth much.

You want to fall in love...

..someone to fall in love with you.

You're too straight to live in my world.

Find someone else.

Get married.

Have children.

It's agreed, then?

You're not to love me anymore.

Haven't you ever been in love with anyone?

Never.

Good.

You're a freaky one.

I can't say I blame you for laughing at me.

Don't be angry.

Come here often...

..but don't become involved.

That is both too much and not enough.

Then what would be ideal?

Oh! Excuse me.

Look.

You see this bubble?

Now it's alive...for a moment.

Then it hits the rim of the glass.

Pop!

It's gone.

There is only now.

And that's dying even as we talk about it...

..like I am.

I think there's more.

Believe me, Armand.

However eternal your love may be...

..and however fast my life may go...

..it will still last longer than your love.

Marguerite.

Love me now...

and let that be enough.

In the meantime...

..take this red camellia.

When will I see you again?

- When I begin to wear a white one. - When will that be?

It should be...

..tomorrow night.

Love me.

Are you sure she'll be here?

Generally, she takes an aperitif about this time every day.

Why are you so impatient? You're seeing her tonight.

You don't know why because you've never been in love.

Untrue. I've been in love four times just since breakfast.

- Not the way I am. - Oh, fortunately not.

Next you'll be carrying old flowers,

carving on trees...

Shouting from rooftops...

Hiring skywriters.

"Armand loves..."

Oh, hi.

- Armand Duval. - Madam is out.

But she said that you might wait.

Please sit down.

I expect her shortly.

May I get you a drink?

Thank you.

A sudden invitation.

You know how Madam adores parties.

Every night.

Some very old brandy...

..personally chosen by the Duke du Mauriac.

The Duke insists Madam have only the best.

Excellent.

And Madam admires only the finest.

Her clothes, her jewels, her fast cars.

She has exquisite taste.

That's why it's so important that nothing should disturb

her delicate situation with the Duke.

Madam's extravagance surpasses even his generosity.

And yet, who could deny her little indulgences?

And there are others, I think,

who also depend on the generosity of Madam's benefactors.

As you say.

But there are also those who love Madam...

and see her needs more clearly.

There are many kinds of devotion.

Excuse me.

I thought I was expected.

You were.

Ah, but only during the evening. I...

I forgot.

I think you know my friends.

- Shall we have supper? - No, thanks.

I'm sorry if you're disappointed.

Maybe...I ought to go.

No. Why?

Stay...

and enjoy yourself.

Would you excuse me for a minute?

Why don't we have some music?

Why did you want to go?

- Did you see the Duke? - Mm-hm.

How much did he give you?

He gave me a check for $4,000.

That's all?

It was the best I could do.

I cashed it for you.

I kept a little out for my rent.

Of course.

Did he seem annoyed?

Trust me.

The new doctor, the new medicine.

Aren't you cold?

I'm always hot.

Precious person.

Keep it that way.

Don't get too high.

The Duke will certainly be here in the morning

to see how you are feeling.

I think he will find me much improved.

Forgive me?

Forgiven.

You still love me?

I love you.

In spite of my bad manners?

In spite of your bad manners.

In spite...

..of everything?

In spite...of everything.

Marguerite has a new boyfriend.

That's nice.

Someone is knocking.

Why?

He wants to get in.

Who doesn't?

Marguerite!

Marguerite!

- Marguerite! - There's no-one but us...

in the whole mother world.

- You have to go now. - Never.

I'm spending the rest of my life right here.

And when du Mauriac arrives?

As I know he's going to.

I'll say, "Good morning, Duke.

"Last night I swam the moat and captured the heart of the princess."

- Be serious, Armand. - Why?

How many times have you told me not to be serious?

And now, first thing this morning,

"Be serious, Armand."

The Duke means a great deal to me.

As everyone keeps reminding me.

It's not the way you think.

He gives you money?

Yes, but...not because he sleeps here.

No?

No.

Three years ago, I was very sick,

and I spent a long time convalescing.

I had a special sickness.

So, I went to a special hospital in the country.

Du Mauriac's daughter was a patient there, also.

An addict.

She died a few weeks before I was discharged.

Du Mauriac's grief was soon transferred into a deep concern for me.

He did everything for me.

And...he treated me like a princess.

I can't hurt him, Armand, and I can't afford to lose him.

There's no other way.

Things change.

We'll see.

If you love me enough.

Are we there already?

Measuring love like a contest.

Who loves the most?

How do we measure it, then?

In karats or buckets?

Love me enough to love lightly.

It's too late for that.

Then give me time.

Is that asking too much?

And meanwhile?

Meanwhile...

Not even the Duke has my key.

Behave yourself.

I can always keep you from using it.

How?

There are bolts on the door.

Bitch.

I'll have them taken off.

You'll forget all about me after the next girl.

No, I couldn't.

Not after the next 2,000.

Ah...

- You look disgustingly happy. - Love, my cynical friend.

I am in love with Marguerite Gautier,

and she is in love with me.

But it isn't that she expects that key to unlock the Duval millions?

You don't know her at all, my pathetic libertine.

Not the way you do.

Love gives one a kind of goodness.

She doesn't have to pretend with me.

It's like we're making up for all the years there was no love.

Hmm.

Like a pardon for the years of professional love.

But you don't love Marguerite - you enjoy her.

See how long it lasts when she finds out all you have a few thousand a year

from your mother's estate.

Have you told her that?

It didn't come up.

Sooner or later, it will.

Love and money are one and the same to La Dame aux Camelias.

That's how she lives.

You think one bang makes a lifetime pledge?

You're jealous.

Don't say I didn't try to warn you.

I really think you are jealous.

I only hope she doesn't take you for too much.

As a matter of fact, she's taking me for dinner.

Ah.

We are having a quiet dinner at my place tonight.

Just the two of us.

Hmm...

- Armand Duval? - Yes?

It's for you.

Thank you.

"Tried to telephone, but there was no answer.

"I'm not feeling too well.

"Won't be able to see you tonight.

"Sorry."

Excuse me, Madam. This girl insists on seeing you.

She says she has a message for you from Armand Duval.

And what is this message?

It's personal.

Thanks.

Nanine, will you show this carrier pigeon to the door?

Armand?

I got your note.

I didn't know you had such expensive stationery.

You should've bought a larger piece...

so there would've been room to add the word "love."

Yes.

Don't worry. This time, I'll be there.

But why do you behave the way you do?

You led me to believe we were something special.

I never expected to find you like that.

Well, my friend,

you must either love me a little less, or understand me a little better.

I don't understand you at all.

Sometimes I do what I must...

..so that I can afford to live as I please.

If you need money, why didn't you tell me?

That isn't our scene, is it?

I must confess, I thought I meant more to you

than what happened last night.

Now, look.

I wasn't born the day we met.

- You don't think that I - I don't know what to think any more.

Armand.

I made a decision last night...

a very important one for me.

It was that from now on, there will be no other lovers.

Only us.

Truly.

Truly.

If only we could always be like this.

Will you trust me, Armand,

if I take you to a place I know

where we can be together all the time...

without hiding from du Mauriac

or worrying about trifles like de Varville?

Just you and me.

And we can lie in the sand...

and make love all day long if we feel like it.

And let the whole world drift past us.

Sounds like a dream.

Dreams can come true sometimes.

If I ask him nicely...

du Mauriac will give me his yacht, for the rest of the summer.

Prudence can come at first, for appearance's sake.

He doesn't have to know that you will be going with me.

Hey!

Don't be back too late,

because I'm going to have a surprise for you.

The minute I finish with Mr Seasons.

Like a flash.

"So, dear Prudence,

"get whatever you can for this...

"and send the money back to me here.

"It is Armand's birthday,

"and I want it to be very special."

Give this directly to Madam Duvernoy, and don't let it out of your hands.

And whatever you do...

don't run into Monsieur Duval.

- D'you want a lift? - Yes, please. Would you?

Thank you.

Um, excuse me, mademoiselle.

I wonder if you would help me.

I'm quite charmed by these figurines,

and I wonder which might be the better buy.

As you can tell, I'm hardly an expert.

You don't have to be an expert to see that these are both fakes.

Really?

Yes, but very good ones.

It's lucky I happened to ask your advice.

Think how I felt taking one of them home to my family

and showing off my treasure

only to have someone point out my mistake...

far less charmingly than you have.

Don't feel too bad.

You wouldn't be the only collector who ever bought

a piece of plastic ivory or plastic porcelain.

Or a jade carving that melted in the sunlight.

You didn't.

Mm-hm.

It was just a lump of brass wax.

Then I haven't really saved the reputation of a connoisseur.

Not quite.

But I appreciate your help.

Perhaps...you'll let me buy you a drink?

I have some more shopping to do...

- but all right. - Good.

You know, it's my husband's birthday tonight.

You might help me carry some packages.

Of course.

Thanks so much.

It's nice of you to help me.

It's all right.

Besides, it has given me an opportunity to talk with you privately.

I beg your pardon?

That's why I've come to Porto Ercole -

to talk with you.

I don't understand.

Do you really think I couldn't recognize that plaster antiquity?

Or a plastic Saint?

I'm Armand's father.

Oh.

I'm very happy to meet you, under any circumstances.

- I am Marguerite Gautier. - I know your name...

and the nature of your relationship with my son.

Armand will be so surprised.

I'm sorry he...

he's not here to receive you, but he's gone to...

Rome, where he's squandering the last of his mother's estate

to raise money to lavish on you.

No.

With your encouragement, my son is ruining himself.

That's not true.

I've never taken anything from Armand.

Am I to understand, then,

that my son helps you spend what you receive from others?

This is my boat.

Your attitude is not what I expect from a gentleman.

- And? - And I must ask you to leave.

Your playing wounded is very effective.

They were right when they told me you were dangerous.

Dangerous to myself, maybe,

but not to others.

Then perhaps you will explain why my lawyer has written to me

that Armand wishes to liquidate all his assets.

If Armand has done such a thing, I didn't know anything about it.

And if he had told me, I wouldn't have let him do it.

That wasn't always your scene, was it?

It is now.

- And you love Armand for himself alone. - Yes.

Divorced entirely from his family's wealth.

Yes.

Well, good for you, because from now on,

Armand has none of it.

You must think very little of Armand

to believe I'd love him only for his money.

They said you were clever.

I see they did not exaggerate.

And what else did they tell you?

I love this mysterious "they"

that goes around destroying me with praise.

I guess that "they" suggested that you should come here

with a large check to buy me off. Did you?

Well, I'm accustomed to paying for what I want.

It's you who measure love in money.

Well? What's your offer?

How much if I sell Armand back to you?

I'm prepared to be quite generous.

Well, I can be generous, too.

And now this discussion is over.

What could you possibly give Armand?

Love, happiness, my life.

I also think of Armand's happiness.

But in your terms.

- While you are completely unselfish. - Oh, no.

I think also of myself.

Because without Armand, there is no happiness for me.

Why, with Armand,

your happiness takes quite an agreeable form.

You're forcing me to tell you something that is none of your business.

Ever since Armand and I have been together,

I've been selling off most of the gifts of appreciation

that I've collected -

my jewels, paintings, everything.

Here.

Look at these.

Since I didn't know you were coming,

I could hardly have prepared these to impress you.

Happy love saved for...for jewelry?

- But... - He has no sense of money.

He thinks we live on love,

the small amounts he brings back from Rome.

I try to save his pride and illusions.

Excuse me. I didn't know.

I was quite unprepared for what I was to find.

I have been deeply concerned about my son's behavior,

which I assumed you to be the cause.

I apologize.

Thank you.

And...

And what if I ask you

to give Armand a greater proof of your love?

No.

You're going to ask me something terrible.

You and Armand have been together only a little while.

You say that you love each other...

but how long will it last?

You've been happy together this summer,

but one summer isn't a lifetime.

In a few years, Armand will miss the life he's always taken for granted.

Then it will be too late for him to change.

That's when bitterness and disillusion will take the place of love.

Armand will blame himself and you, for having made the wrong choice.

Or will you give in when it's too late?

If you really love Armand, leave him now...

while there is still time.

Marguerite?

Marguerite?

Marguerite?

Hello.

I was so worried. I went back to the boat.

I found this. I don't understand.

It shouldn't be so hard to understand. It's very simple.

I sold a few things.

Quite a few things, I see.

You know how I am. I like a change sometimes.

I get tired of things.

When they no longer please me,

- I get rid of them. - But why?

The usual reason one sells things - for money.

Can you help me?

But why didn't you tell me if you needed money?

Because you'd have made such a fuss about it.

You know you would have.

- I saw the decorations on the boat. - Did you?

Why did you decide to leave?

- I felt like coming back to town. - You should've let me know.

I wouldn't have gone racing back and forth like a maniac.

It was nothing planned. Just an impulse.

Why didn't you leave me a note?

Leave you a note?

I told you, I left suddenly.

I didn't stop to think.

Well, if you feel like spending the night in town...

Not just a night, Armand.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means that our little voyage together has ended.

The boat has docked.

So soon?

Did you think we would go on forever,

floating around on du Mauriac's yacht?

How much longer do you expect me to go on selling things to keep us going?

Pretty soon I'd have to go back to doing it for money.

Life doesn't give many free rides, Armand,

and when it does, they're usually short.

Anyone will tell you that.

Look, we enjoyed ourselves...didn't we?

It was fun.

So, if it hasn't lasted as long as we expected, well...

..that's the way it goes.

That little bubble hit the rim of the glass.

Nobody likes flat champagne.

Will you...excuse me?

I really must leave now. I'm going to the theater.

With whom?

An old friend...

and a very neglected one.

Who is it?

The Count de Varville.

Is that how it's going to be?

Yes...

I think so.

I'm having some friends in on Sunday to celebrate my return to life.

You're invited.

Fabulous.

Absolutely fabulous.

Hello!

Excuse me. Pardon.

It's nice to see you, Armand.

I've missed you.

I've missed you too, Prudence.

No scars, no bruises?

Just a slight dent in the ego.

I can always part my hair over it.

I'll kiss it and make it well.

- How is she? - She's fine now.

I told her she couldn't spend the summer with you

taking my place on du Mauriac's boat

and not expect the Duke to find out.

But, you know Marguerite.

Yeah.

But in any case, all worked out well.

For the Count de Varville came to her rescue.

And, now he has covered all her debts.

And life goes well with her again.

I'm glad to hear it.

And I am glad to see you take it so well.

Life is too delightful.

..to waste on being bitter.

I couldn't agree with you more.

And you, Armand?

Is there perhaps a new girl?

Aw, I am disappointed in you.

A young man alone without a girl in Rome.

It's almost indecent.

I guess...I've been a little out of touch.

Well...

It's very chic.

All your old friends will be there.

You know, Olympe's a spectacular hostess.

- Hello. - Hi.

Hi.

- Olympe. - Hello.

- How are you? - Fine.

You look medieval.

Shocking.

Hello.

- Hello! - Oh, look, look.

That's gorgeous.

Hey.

- Hello, my love. - Oh!

Hello.

What are you doing?

We've arrived in time for refreshments, I see.

Hello, Marguerite.

You've really outdone yourself.

Thank you.

Crazy party, Olympe.

Crazy.

Who wants to be my prisoner?

Will you make me do hard labor?

With you, Prudence,

the hard labor will be mine.

- Having fun? - Of course.

Jealous?

Of her?

If she freaks out over my leftovers, she's welcome to them.

There are tears in your eyes.

It's the smoke.

You have wonderful friends.

Take me home.

Not yet.

The entertainment...has just started.

You're leaving?

I got paroled.

For very good behavior.

You know what will happen if you keep this up.

How long do you think you can live like this?

- I don't care. - There's only way it can end

if you don't stop it completely.

Oh, please.

I'd have thought you'd have learned by now.

- Hi. - You're late.

I've been here so long, I've come down three times.

Hi, Marguerite.

Where's Prudence?

- Haven't you seen her? - No.

Prudence is playing in the game room with a red-bearded dope smuggler.

I hear your Count's an absolute shark at the tables tonight.

How come you're not in there with him to bring him luck?

De Varville is too sure of himself to be superstitious.

Besides...

I don't like the smoke.

Since when?

You're such a bitch.

No wonder everyone likes you.

Silly. I'm just a poor seamstress.

What's the matter, Marguerite?

Nothing.

You're trembling. Have you seen the doctor?

- Yes. I have. - What did he say?

Boring things.

Take care, huh?

Sure.

Dance.

What do you think?

I clipped de Varville for $1 million just like that.

I'm hot tonight. Come on.

And your friend the Count is just waiting to be taken.

Pardon me.

Back to return my $2 million? Perhaps a bit more?

How much is the bank?

The bank is $1 million, and it is with Madame. Do you continue?

Gaston, you know the religious never carry money.

Would you be a dear and lend me just $½ million, huh?

I promise to pay you back.

You may promise, but will you pay?

I always pay my debts.

- Do you? - Yes, and with interest.

I'll hold you to that.

Why can't you get it straight?

The tens don't count. The face cards don't count.

Nothing above nine counts.

Well, I had an eight and a three.

That's 11, which is a lot closer to nine than what he had.

But in Schmend-fair, 11 is 1.

Nothing above nine counts.

Well, it's a dumb game.

- Where are you going? - To play roulette. The hell with this.

May I? Thank you.

The bank is $1 million.

- Madam, monsieur? - No.

- You, monsieur? - Banco.

With your permission, perhaps, if you don't mind.

Delighted.

I hear you're the new genius down at the stock exchange.

Recently I've had some luck.

They say you are the one to watch,

that whatever you pick is sure to appreciate.

Actually, that's not always the case.

So I have noticed.

You know the old saying,

"lucky at cards"?

Yes.

Well, when the game is with you, we'll have to put that to the test.

The bank is made - $1 million.

You seem confident.

Eight.

And nine for the bank.

How disappointing.

When you thought you had a sure thing.

It isn't the first time.

An occasional disappointment builds character.

I'll remember that. You might also keep it in mind.

The bank is now $2 million.

- Suivi. - The bank is made.

Card.

Three for the bet. You've drawn a lady of no value, de Varville.

You've drawn a lady of no value, de Varville.

And because of her, you lose.

Nine for Monsieur Duval.

- Wasn't that fantastic? - Mm-hm.

Mm-mm.

- Mm-mm. - Mm-mm.

No.

Well, let's not get carried away.

It's my last night in Rome. I'm celebrating.

Recklessly.

Banco.

The bank is made.

Card.

Another worthless lady, de Varville. You seem to attract them.

But I think you may have taken me this time, in spite of her.

- Five. And for the bank, seven. - He really took that one.

As you say, "lucky at cards..."

- The bank is now $4 million. - Don't be a fool.

It's a little late for that bit of advice.

How right you are, doctor.

Banco suivi.

Card.

The worst woman in the pack.

She keeps you from winning.

Tie. And for the bank, seven. The bank is now $8 million.

I have run out of cash.

- You will negotiate my check. - Certainly.

Come on, Armand. Let's get back inside.

- When I'm winning? - Nobody wins all the time.

Therefore nobody loses all the time.

The count has gone to all this trouble.

We can't stop now.

$8 million. Banco suivi.

Have you seen all that money?

Card.

No card.

The count thinks he has a sure thing.

It isn't difficult when you know what you're holding.

Appearances can be deceptive.

As you very well know.

And you'll have reason to remember.

Nine for the bank. The bank wins.

You'll have to excuse us now. We have to get back inside.

Olympe will be frantic.

Gentlemen.

Good evening.

Hello.

Hello.

Hi.

- Hello. - Hello, Prudence.

How are you?

Congratulations. Armand really won a fortune.

Oh, he's very lucky.

Poor Armand is the luckiest man in the world.

I was the one telling him how to play.

I hardly ever win.

I thought perhaps you'd like a drink.

That's what you said that afternoon when you came to my room.

I can't remember what I said.

- I can. - Can you?

Do you remember trivial remarks and unimportant conversations?

And the phone numbers of people you don't even like.

Let them go, Armand. It's a now world.

Don't try to hold onto something when it's over.

Is it over?

Yes.

Then why were you afraid to talk to me down there?

The dance floor is noisy and crowded.

I wanted some place quiet.

Have you really changed?

You used to say you liked life better loud.

I thought that was why you ran away from Porto Ercole,

because you got bored with no-one but me around

to keep you entertained.

I thought you'd like to get back to this loud scene.

You haven't exactly been a hermit, you and Olympe.

I see you everywhere.

Sometimes...I think there must be hundreds of you.

Listen, Marguerite, Olympe is nothing to me.

It was only because I thought it would hurt you

that I pretended to care about Olympe.

She doesn't mean any more to me than I to her.

I'm sorry that's how it is with you, Armand.

I thought you were happy.

I wished you were.

Maybe when I've had more practice.

When I've learned how to love lightly the way you do,

I'll be able to switch my affections with ease.

I've had a good teacher.

And you're happy with de Varville?

- Yes. - And he pleases you?

- Yes. - More than I ever did?

Oh, don't. Don't, Armand. Please.

More than I did?

Yes!

You see this woman?

You know what she did for me?

She kept me!

She sold everything...

..so we could live together...

because...she loved me so much.

And I let her.

I accepted her generosity.

And I never paid her back.

I want to settle accounts between us right now.

You are all witnesses.

From now on, I owe her nothing!

Wild cat!

Dance with me?

- Are you free? - No, I'm not free.

I'm expensive.

Very expensive.

Gody, take me home.

Hello?

No, no, he left his morning for New York.

Hysterical woman.

Who was it?

A wrong number.

- You ready? - Almost.

You mustn't feel the summer was entirely wasted.

After all, we...

we learn from our mistakes.

They temper us.

They make us stronger and more understanding.

Well, you may blame yourself for weakness.

But a man who has never had to grapple with his own mistakes...

is the most vulnerable of man.

This mood will pass,

and one day you will think,

"How could I have been so foolish?"

Of course, she was very beautiful.

I don't wonder if you lost your head for a while there.

But life can't be all birthday parties and love notes written on paper plates.

I mean, there are more important things

for a man to concern himself over than just having a good time.

Hello?

Oh, Mr Duval.

Madam is in the hospital.

She's very sick.

Armand!

Will she be all right?

She's not responding.

Frankly, I don't know what keeps her alive.

You know, I met her a few years ago at a friend's party.

She was a very beautiful girl.

Cherie, he's here.

Forgive me, Marguerite.

Are you all right?

Marguerite...

..I know why you left Porto Ercole that day.

I know why you said and did all the things that you tried so hard to make me believe.

You should've told me the truth.

I meant well.

But that isn't enough.

Is it?

You have to do well.

Will you forgive me?

I'll help you, Marguerite.

I'll make you well again.

When you're strong enough, we'll go away.

Just you and me.

We'll charter our own yacht,

lie on the deck,

make love in the sun,

and let the world drift past us.

It's too late.

We think love...solves everything.

But it doesn't.

It will. You'll see.

One day...

years from now...

we'll remember this moment...

and we'll laugh together... at how silly we were...

..not to know that everything was going to be all right.

You really think so?

I know it.

I feel...

I feel...

I feel so much...

..so much better.

I'm going...

I'm going to...

to live.

Marguerite!

Marguerite.

Marguerite.

Marguerite.

Marguerite.

Marguerite.

Marguerite!

Marguerite!

Marguerite!

I've got some wine in the car.

Who's got the opener?

I lost mine at the party.

I lost mine when I was 13.