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Camille 2000, scene 1, take 1.

Is that the jet set?

Shocking.

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

Neither 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?

Four.

And it's written on the wall over there.

Wait for me, Marguerite.

Wait for Cody.

Who brought the champagne?

Let me have it.

My bag.

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

invented.

Don't you ever come down?

Not if I can help it.

What?

What do you have in mind?

I'll be careful.

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 suite.

Unfortunately, Mr. Duval...

My father's not coming to Rome?

Not at the moment.

The itinerary was to come here.

He wanted to be with you.

It 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.

Almond!

John!

Has all this happened in a year?

My little sister has grown up.

No wonder Rudy Brown stopped clicking his heels

long enough to propose.

I can't tell you how happy I am.

I'm impressed.

It belonged to Rudy's grandmother.

Dug, no doubt, from her very own mind.

I think it's pretty clever of you.

Marrying into the only family in Europe with

more money than ours.

The House of Finance and the House of

Industry conjoined for the creation of a vast

new empire.

Don't you feel like one of the Medicis?

It's nothing like that.

I mean, I'd marry Rudy even if...

If he were the gardener's boy?

Yes, but it's nice that he isn't.

Black?

Yes.

I'm sure a father is delighted.

After all the years he dangled Rudy Brown

in front of you like a prize.

You better hurry up and win.

Don't talk like that.

Oh, come off it, John.

It's six months till the wedding.

There's lots of time to put on that

ultra-proper manner of your future in-laws.

Just because Rudy's family is devoted to tradition

and believes in...

I think you're becoming unnecessarily American.

If that's a put-down, I'm ignoring it.

Ignore what?

Ignore anything but me.

I absolutely can't stand it.

Oh, Gaston, great to see you.

I hope I'm interrupting.

Armand, I'm your self-appointed welcoming committee to

the city of Seven Hills and the 77

Hells.

Together we shall explore them all.

Hello, Jean.

Still engaged to the money?

I see you are.

Pity.

Your wretched sister turned me down.

Imagine, I was desolate.

I'm going with a lesbian now.

Bloody marvelous.

I tried to convert her...

She wound up converting you.

We swapped neckties.

This is one of hers.

Not bad.

Well, if I'm buying you breakfast on your

money, I'll thank you not to keep me

standing here watching this incest scene.

It's good to see you again.

Now tell me everything about America.

I want to hear everything.

Do you understand?

Everything.

My God!

Mademoiselle, permit me.

What?

This is

what we call an authentic Italian pickup.

You are completely crazy.

Besides, I need my car.

Don't worry.

They're recalling most of that model anyway.

Terrible man.

You make a great mistake.

I am not Italian.

Incredible.

I dance tomorrow night at the opera as

a special visiting artist.

Ah.

If you do not believe me, you can

pick me up backstage after the performance.

You will come?

He will come, my little Fidochka.

Harusha!

Harusha!

Harusha!

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 at the particular moment?

A little blonde 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 has 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 Helene.

Everyone else has.

Marvellous 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 Lamberti brothers tried to kill

himself over her.

Maybe he read about it.

Made all the papers.

Well, shall I introduce you?

Oh, yes, please.

Mad, 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 Gauthier.

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 ruled.

Marvellous, 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.

Who's the woman with her?

That's Prudence Duvenois.

She runs a very chic boutique.

If you buy an expensive dress from her,

she gets you a date with whomever you

want.

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 occasion.

Marguerite.

Mon coeur.

Gaston.

What a surprise.

Hello.

I wondered how long you would take.

Well, sit down.

I won't bite you.

Gaston!

Oh, maybe the cat got his tongue.

You'll notice Armand brought you candy, Marguerite.

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

would have 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?

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.

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.

Listen, 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 de Mauriac?

Like?

Very nice.

Everything looks good on her lamp.

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.

You let me out of here.

Don't get hysterical.

I wouldn't wear this outfit to my own

funeral.

Look here.

How it droops.

And there.

Where it should cling.

Chérie.

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.

In great.

Eh bien, chérie.

As soon as I finish with Mr. Duval.

But we're all friends.

I'm happy to see you again.

Duval?

Don't spray him from the belly.

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.

Gaudi.

You faggot.

Will you please fix my pants?

On Sunday, remember?

For the dress.

I hope it fits.

Where should I have it sent?

Why don't you give it to Gaudi?

He can wear it on Sunday.

We're out of champagne.

Send up some champagne.

Boy, you're good.

Hi, Gaudi.

Gay as ever, I see.

Yeah, dear boy.

Every day and every way I'm getting a

little more...

I think you know I'm on Duval.

Hello.

Is this your first trip to Rome?

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

Staying long?

Cool it, Gaudi.

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 cents worth?

On account.

No.

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.

Now, sleep upstairs with me.

They're having fun, you won't be missed.

You know how these parties are.

And when my friends will tell the 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 would bore you.

Impossible.

Have you met my friend?

You're not eating.

Everything will spoil.

Oh, look.

Our love is starting a fight.

Come on, Woody.

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.

He bores me with his family fortune.

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.

Feeling 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.

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?

Excuse me.

Look.

You see this bubble?

Now it's alive.

For a moment.

Then it hits the rim of the glass.

It's gone.

There is only now.

And that's dying even as we talk about

it.

I think there's more.

Believe me, Elmo.

Now.

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.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

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 sky-riders.

Armand loves.

Oh, hi.

Armand de Bar.

Madame 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 Madame adores parties.

Every night.

Some very old brandy.

Personally chosen by the Duc de Moria.

The Duc insists Madame have only the best.

Excellent.

And Madame 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 Duc.

Madame'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 Madame's benefactors.

As you say.

But there are also those who love Madame.

And see her needs more clearly.

There are many kinds of devotion.

Excuse me.

I thought I was expected.

You were.

But only during the evening.

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?

Where did you want to go?

Did you see the Duc?

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 Duc 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 my bad manners.

In spite of everything?

In spite of everything.

Margarita has a new boyfriend.

That's nice.

Someone is knocking.

Why?

He wants to get in.

Who doesn't?

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 Di Maria arrives?

As I know, he's going to.

I'll say, Good morning, Duc.

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 Duc 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.

Di Maria's daughter was a patient there also.

An addict.

She died a few weeks before I was

discharged.

Di Maria'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 character?

Words?

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.

You look disgustingly happy.

Love, my cynical friend.

I'm in love with Marguerite Gaultier.

And she is in love with me.

But it isn't that she expects that key

to unlock the Deval 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 our making up for all the

years there was.

There was no love.

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 is 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 Camilla.

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.

We are having a quiet dinner at my

place tonight.

Just the two of us.

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, madame.

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 have bought a larger piece.

So there would have 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 don'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 anymore.

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.

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 the Moriac or worrying

about trifles like De Verville, 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, the Moriac 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 love

him.

He would be going with me.

Such a production!

It would be a relief to sleep in

my own bed tonight.

Whatever you can get for this.

Send it back to me first thing tomorrow.

You know, I think you are being very

foolish.

Oh, please.

We've been through all that.

You've never been able to manage on what

the Duke gives you.

And when you come back from this silly

cruise, do you think De Verville will be

just sitting there, twiddling his thumbs, waiting to

bail you out again?

I'm sure that's very sweet.

Tell your creditors about him when you wind

up in Dexter's prison.

This man has no money of his own

and no prospects.

There is a sister, remember.

There will be grandchildren.

The old man could cut her mind off

like that.

Then, where will you be?

Floating around on a borrowed yacht and living

on love.

Congratulations.

With coffee and orange juice, that makes a

dandy breakfast.

Chérie, love has nothing to do with it.

What will you get for this?

Nothing.

A fraction of the award.

Because you are selling hysterically.

A woman should never sell her jewels before

a change of life.

And then she should dispose of them very

gradually.

One piece at a time.

At regular intervals.

It's the only way.

Is that what you did?

No.

It's what I almost did.

Don't worry.

Trust Prudence.

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 Madame Duvernoy and don't

take it out of your hands.

And whatever you do, don't run into Monsieur

Duval.

Do you want a lift?

Yes, please, would you?

Thank you.

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 plaster

porcelain.

Or a jade carving that melted in the

sunlight.

You didn't.

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 a

plaster antiquity?

Or a plastic saint?

I'm Armand's father.

Oh.

I'm very happy to meet you under any

circumstances.

I'm Marguerite Cotier.

I know your name and the nature of

your relationship with my son.

Armand would be so surprised.

I'm sorry.

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 leverage 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 plain wounded is wounded.

This 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 sin, was it?

Yes.

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.

While with Armand, your happiness takes quite an

agreeable form.

You are 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.

A bill of safe 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 assume 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 took it only a little while.

You say that you love it.

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.

What will you give him when it's too

late?

If you really love Armand, leave him now

while there is still time.

Hello.

I was so worried I went back to

the boat.

I found these.

I don't understand.

It shouldn't be so hard to understand.

It's very simple.

It's just 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 have 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 the 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 the Moyax 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 theatre.

With whom?

An old friend.

And a very neglected one.

Who is it?

The Comte d'Arville.

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.

Thank you.

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Hello.

Excuse me.

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 the Moriax

boat and not expect the Duke to find

out.

But you know Marguerite.

Yeah.

But in any case, all worked out well.

For the Comte d'Arville 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?

Oh, I'm 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 is a spectacular hostess.

I see you like this.

A dozen faces.

All different.

And each more beautiful than the rest.

A myriad of Marguerites clustered here to be

enjoyed.

And I wonder which of them is the

real Marguerite.

There.

That's Marguerite the Flamboyant who rushes through life

as if the devil were never here.

Does the devil drive you, Marguerite?

Is that why you live so fast?

Trying to crowd every minute with excitement?

There's Marguerite the Naughty Little Girl who spends

more than she should because like lots of

little girls she can't resist pretty things.

And pretty things cost money.

Were you very rich as a little girl,

Marguerite?

Or very poor?

Why?

Because only a little girl who always had

money or never had money could show such

complete disregard for it.

Well, if you must know, I was not

rich.

And happy?

I thought there must be more to life

than what my mother had and her mother.

So I went looking for it.

With the Moriac?

That was later.

And now?

Now is where I live.

And tomorrow?

When tomorrow comes it will be now.

Life shows me many different Marguerites.

Marguerite the Tease.

Marguerite this poor child who could use a

little spanking.

But the Marguerite I want tonight is Marguerite

the Mistress.

Hello!

Hello!

Hi!

How are you?

You look medieval.

Shocking.

Hello!

Hello!

Oh, look, look.

That's gorgeous.

Hello, my darling.

What are you doing?

Thank you.

Prisoner Will you make me do hard labor?

Do prudence.

The hard labor will be mine.

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 family.

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 one way it can end if

you don't stop it completely.

Oh, please.

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

You're late.

I've been here so long I've come down

three times.

Hiya, 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 in absolute shock at

the tables tonight.

How come you're not in there with him

to bring him luck?

The 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.

I don't like boring things.

Take care, huh?

Sure.

Dancing.

What do you think?

I clipped the Varville for one 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 two million, perhaps a

bit more.

How much is the bank?

The bank is one 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 one half a 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.

I'll be 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 Schmender fair, 11 is one, nothing

above nine counts.

Well, it's a dumb game.

Where are you going?

To play roulette, to hell with this.

May I?

Thank you.

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 me.

One 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 two million.

The bank is me.

Card.

Three for the bank.

You've drawn a lady of no value, de

Valville, and because of her, you lose.

Nine for Monsieur Duval.

Wasn't that fantastic?

Mm-hmm.

No.

No.

Well, let's not get carried away.

It's my last night in Rome.

I'm celebrating.

Recklessly.

Banco.

The bank is me.

Card.

Another worthless lady, de Valville.

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 four million.

Don't be a fool.

It's a little late for that bit of

advice.

All right, you are, Doctor.

Banco.

Suivi.

Card.

The worst woman in the pack.

She keeps you from winning.

Five.

And for the bank, seven.

The bank is now eight 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.

We've gone to all this trouble.

We can't stop now.

Eight million.

Banco.

Suivi.

Have you seen that one?

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.

Olamp will be frantic.

Gentlemen.

Good evening.

Hello.

Hello, Bruno.

How are you?

Congratulations.

Armand really won a fortune.

He's very lucky.

Armand is the luckiest man in the world.

I was the one who told him how

to play.

I hope he wins.

I thought 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.

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 on to 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

alone.

I thought that was why you ran away

from Puerto 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 do 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 Valville?

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 killed 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.

Goody, take me home.

Good evening.

Tonight you may have settled one account to

your satisfaction.

But now you have another for insulting Marguerite.

I didn't mean to.

I didn't know it was possible to insult

her.

Oh, no?

I saw Duval did.

Shall I call the police?

Call the ambulance.

Hello?

No, no, he left this morning for New

York.

A hysterical woman.

Who was it?

A wrong number.

You ready?

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 men.

This mood will pass.

And one day you will think, how could

I have been so foolish?

Of course, she...

She was very beautiful.

I don't wonder if you lost your head

for a while there.

But life can be all dirty parties and

love notes written on paper plates.

I mean, there are more important things for

a man to consider himself over than just

having a good time.

Hello?

Oh, Mr. Duval.

Madame 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.

Oh, my God!

Chéri, he's here.

Forgive me, Marguerite.

Are you all right?

Marguerite, I know why you left Porto Alcoli

that day.

I know why you said and did all

the things that you tried so hard to

make me believe.

You should have 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 and make love in the sand.

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.

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