All language subtitles for Dangerous Liaisons s01e02 Conquer or Die.eng

[Camille] So, my mapmaker,
take me away from here?

[Pascal]
Where do you want to go?

[Camille] Somewhere
we can always be together.

[Pascal]
Marry me, Camille.

You can't afford me, Pascal.

[Pascal] My father's title,
his fortune,

should have been mine
when he died,

but you poisoned him
against me.

It's not my fault
he fell in love with me.

I will not spend
the night with you.

You will stay.
I've paid for you.

[dramatic music plays]

-Who is she?
-Geneviève de Merteuil.

Tell me I am your only lover.

She's married.

She will do or pay anything
to save her reputation.

The Marquis
has left Saint-Domingue.

He will return
before the month is out.

There are more letters,
all from other women.

All write of love.

[Geneviève]
What do you want from me?

Teach me, and I will give you
back every one of your letters.

Privilege cannot be learned.

I have been
in a great house before.

I have only to send one letter
to your husband.

If you have it.

Welcome to the opera, Camille.

♪ ♪

[hoofbeats clopping]

Your freedom, Madame,
as you have given me mine.

Your letters.

We should never be
at the mercy of men again.

I have taken off my armor.

There's nothing left
to protect...

except perhaps you.

[dramatic music plays]

You are my guest, Camille.

This house is your house,

your opportunity.

Use it...

and you will flourish in Paris.

♪ ♪

There is power...

in other people's secrets.

They will do anything
to keep them hidden.

Your skill...

will be to find those secrets.

They will be your power.

Guard them.

Use them.

Avenge our sex.

Devise strategies

I could not even imagine.

Conquer...

♪ ♪

...or die.

♪ ♪

[Camille breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

[Victoire]
We shouldn't have come here.

We don't belong.

Camille, we have to go.

♪ ♪

She wanted me to stay.

And now she's dead.

"Avenge our sex."

"Conquer theirs."

I will do it.

You cannot be thinking
of Valmont.

It's not about him.

[scoffs] You still love him.

It's not love.

It's war.

♪ ♪

[dramatic string music plays]

♪ ♪

[rumbling, wind howls]

[Camille breathes heavily]

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[man] Over there! Take her.

Hey! Up, up, up. Come on.

-[dogs barking]
-There are bad men coming.

You don't know me,
but I'm trying to help you.

Get up.

Please. She's a stranger,
taken a wrong turn.

Jericho will pay
good money for her,

even in that state.

[distant bell tolling,
indistinct chatter]

-[door slams]
-She's gone, sir.

I know she's gone.

Camille seeks to punish me,
but I will find her,

she'll forgive me,
and all will be well.

-[slurps]
-[glass thuds on table]

Now, do you have information?

Did you go to Merteuil?
She must have my letters.

How else would she have been
so brazen with me?

It's her, sir--
Madame de Merteuil.

She's dead.

No. No.

[chuckles]

That is not possible.
I was with her last night.

She was far from dead.

There's been
some error here, Azolan.

I heard it in Les Halles,
first thing.

Yeah, market gossip.

The news came
from the big house.

[somber music plays]

♪ ♪

She was my--

Friend.

♪ ♪

We'll manage.

Have I ever failed to put food
on this table?

I have other friends.
We are not alone.

♪ ♪

[Madame Jericho]
I have a gentleman, Camille.

[liquid pouring]

Camille.

I have a gentleman, Camille.

He's paid for the week.

He wants a girl who's clever
as much as pretty.

Well, isn't that you? Hmm?

The girl
who's always thinking,

always got something to say.

Though never has there been
a word of thanks to me

for sewing you up,

giving you employment.

Now, salt your teeth.

Put rosewater in your hair
and vinegar down below

and make me money.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

I thought your mistress
was given to embellishment.

I was wrong.

You must have your pick.
What do you want from me?

Or is it possession
that excites you?

I want to know the heart
and mind of women,

to learn what they desire.

[Camille] You believe
we think and act as one.

I desire only freedom.

You should ask
for your money back.

Isn't your work to anticipate
and sate the want of others?

Teach me that.

I want an education
in the female sex...

...so that I might be
its equal.

[romantic harp music plays]

♪ ♪

[Camille] "Your dauphine
yearns for you."

[scoffs]

"You ask me to write to you
with all that I feel,

"but I can only write
one word over and over again.

Valmont, Valmont, Valmont."

♪ ♪

[Pascal] No façade,

no hiding the truth
of what you want.

You haven't paid enough
for the truth.

[chuckles softly]

Isn't the fact that I seek it
payment enough?

♪ ♪

[Camille] "My body is yours.
My heart, too.

"Come to me again.

Claudette."

"You are both lover
and confessor.

"I have talked to you

of things
I would not tell a priest."

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

Women crave to be known
and understood.

[exhales deeply]

Most men see women
as a surface

in which to reflect themselves.

♪ ♪

[breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

[Pascal grunts]

[breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

"It was an explosion
that night between us

when we both went off
with such a bang."

[Pascal moans]

"How exquisitely
you pulled the trigger.

Your M."

"When we both went
off with such a bang."

[breathing heavily]

"Where are you, pussycat?

"How can it be that both fire
and wetness exist together

"at the same time within me

"without one
extinguishing the other?

Your Florence."

[both breathing heavily]

Oh!

♪ ♪

[both panting]

[Camille moans]

♪ ♪

To hell with you, Valmont.

♪ ♪

[door closes]

[Majordome] Ah, mademoiselle,

you saved me the trouble
of waking you.

There is breakfast waiting--
bread and cheese.

I was thinking
more eggs and ham

and some of the sweet pastries.

In the kitchen, mademoiselle--

the bread and the cheese.

Perhaps you-you didn't hear me.

And when you've quite finished
with the bread and the cheese--

we are a generous house--
there is coffee, too.

I will personally ready
madame's carriage

and see you returned
to wherever it is

you came from with...

whatever you arrived in.

Madame had a wish for me,

a desire
that I should flourish here.

Madame is gone.

I'm the last word
on every matter in this house.

I wonder how her husband
would feel about that.

Is this not his house?

Like kindness,
Monsieur de Merteuil

is a stranger
to Paris these days.

Then I'll wait for him.

I would advise against that.

I don't seek your advice.

Very good, mademoiselle.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

Camille made a fool
out of me, too, dear.

You know how much
that little whore owes me?

I'm not the only one who wants
her facedown in a gutter.

But we'll find you
another girl...

a nice girl.

I don't want another girl.
I want Camille.

Perhaps I wasn't clear.
She's gone.

That means
she is no longer here, so--

You misunderstand me.

I wish to buy her...

in installments, of course,

so that when I find her,
she is mine completely.

[dramatic music plays]

What a rarity you are,
paying for what you didn't get.

I'm a man of honor.

Hmm.

♪ ♪

-Which men used to--
-To fuck her?

They all did.

And we're not a house
that takes names.

♪ ♪

You shouldn't waste your money
on Camille, monsieur.

You could pay
all the money in the world,

and she still
wouldn't be yours.

♪ ♪

It was love that made her go...

mad love for Valmont.

Hmm.

♪ ♪

[music intensifies]

♪ ♪

Hello, pussycat.

[Pascal] I have missed you.

-How much?
-Mm.

[Florence chuckles]

[Pascal grunts]

As much as that? [chuckles]

♪ ♪

You have heard Merteuil
is dead?

So sad,

but let's not waste
our precious time.

Let us celebrate the living.

How long do the living have?

Not long enough
to get this off and on again

-before my next engagement.
-Mm.

[gasps]

I think I've proven
my dexterity.

I'll ensure it goes back on
without a crease.

[moans softly]

Let me feel both fire...

and wetness at the same time.

Your words keep me

from the melancholy
I suffer without you..

Poor pussycat.

Hush now.

♪ ♪

-I want to feel that way again.
-Mm.

I read your letters
over and over again.

I must have another.

No more letters.

I've secured
the apartment you wanted...

just for us.

From now on,
anything I wish to tell you,

I shall do so to your face...

♪ ♪

...or another part of you.

My choice.

♪ ♪

[Majordome] I thought
on what you said, mademoiselle,

and as you
so rightly pointed out,

I am not master of this house,

whereas you claim
a unique closeness with Madame.

What has brought about
this change of heart?

The mourners, mademoiselle.

The mourners in need of comfort
for the dear friend--

a loose time in Paris--
they've lost.

It should be you
to offer them that comfort.

[Camille, softly] Oh.

[gasps softly]

[indistinct chatter]

Didn't Madame want you
to flourish?

So flourish.

[chatter continues]

[sighs]
Please don't, Majordome.

[clears throat]

In our grief,
how fortunate we are

to have among us
Madame's closest confidant,

who I'm sure
needs no introduction--

Mademoiselle Camille.

[chatter continues]

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[chatter continues]

I've never seen her before
in my life.

Her beauty, though.

Perhaps that's why Merteuil
kept her hidden.

-What kept you?
-[Florence chuckles]

Whoever he is,
he should be more discreet.

[chuckles]

Do we know her?

Madame's "closest confidant"
Camille.

[scoffs]

[Majordome] Mourners only.

Perhaps you should go
to your room and pack.

♪ ♪

You acted every night
at Jericho's.

Act now.

[chatter continues]

[chatter stops]

-[Camille] Greetings.
-Mademoiselle.

[woman]
Condolences, mademoiselle.

[man] Good day, mademoiselle.

All alone here with not even
the Marquis for company--

what a waste. [clicks tongue]

[Eloise] Camille is not alone.

We are here.

[Florence] Hmm, but
you must tell us the truth.

[Camille] The truth?

[Eloise]
Well, what really happened?

It can't be so dull
as falling down stairs.

I prefer
not to speak of it, madame.

[Florence]
I never heard her speak of you.

And this great friendship
grew how?

My mother and she were
very close--in the country.

Where in the country?

Carcassonne.

I'm touched at your interest.

It's not interest.

You're a stranger to us,
and our friend is dead,

so you must tell us
every detail

of how you came
from Carcassonne

to Saint-Honoré.

[Camille]
Another time, perhaps.

I'm grieving.

But the Marquise
was my guardian here,

and she would want her friends
to extend the same courtesy.

You'll need
a new guardian, Camille.

Paris is a dangerous place
for the unconnected.

I'm not without connections.

You are unknown. [chuckles]

[plucky music plays]

It's much the same.

[snickers]

Florence, you go too far.

Not far enough.

There's only room for one
fresh-faced pussycat in Paris,

and that's me-ow.

[Eloise giggles]

[Camille] "Adieu, my pussycat.
Your Florence."

♪ ♪

[glass clinks]

♪ ♪

Do fire and wetness still exist
within you at the same time?

I beg your pardon?

Do you wish me to repeat it?

Beware the divine miracle
of Valmont.

Merteuil shared everything
with me.

So come at me,
and I'll come at you harder,

pussycat.

♪ ♪

Is not a friend
of the late Marquise

a friend to us all?

[chuckles]

Welcome to Paris, Camille.

May your stay be a happy one.

[indistinct chatter,
scattered applause]

Thank you.

♪ ♪

See to our guests.

♪ ♪

[both giggling]

♪ ♪

[both] Ahh.

[Victoire chuckles]

You reminded me who I am.

Thank you.

[laughs]

Madame said I had a gift

for finding secrets.

I used one against that woman,

against Florence de Regnier.

But you've never met
her before.

No, but I've read
Valmont's letters,

and they're full
of secrets and confessions.

And now they're mine,

'cause you took them from him
and gave them to me.

Only so you would know
the truth about him.

Now I know the truth
about a lot of people.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[Camille chuckles]

[laughter, indistinct chatter]

[Gabriel] Good evening, sir.

I said good evening,
Monsieur Valmont.

Do I know you?

-[Gabriel] By association.
-Whose?

I'll dismiss him
from my circle immediately.

You don't make much
sense to me, monsieur.

How is a man
with no private means

who works as a mapmaker
in the Royal Commission

able to afford evenings
of carriages and good clothes,

not to mention an afternoon
spent with a married comtesse?

If you're one
of my stepmother's spies,

you can tell her the only
interest I require from her

is on the fortune
that I am owed.

I am not.

Then if your question

is simply how do I achieve
my lifestyle,

the answer
is with the natural talents

of charm and good looks.

My sympathies
at your lack of them.

Good night.

[distant indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

[Azolan] Sir?

A letter for you.

And there's a carriage
waiting downstairs.

[suspenseful music plays]

♪ ♪

With Florence inside...

and with keys
to our new apartment.

We are back, Azolan.

♪ ♪

I had a craving for you...

the very essence of you.

I am flattered.

Take off your shirt, Valmont.

Supper first, perhaps.

Pussycat does not love me.

He won't do what I ask.

[sighs]

[chuckles]

Love is about trust.

We expose ourselves
to one another, do we not?

I am half naked before you.

-[slaps hand]
-Oh.

Take off your britches.

Why don't we first view
the apartment?

If you take it all off.

[gasps]

[giggles]

Florence, my God.
Must I be that vulnerable?

Turn the carriage around.

That was my favorite shirt.

I laid myself so open to you,

such trust...

in wicked Valmont.

What?

You shared my letters
with Merteuil.

My God, no.

But I do believe
she may have taken them

from my possession.

"Beware the divine Valmont"--

that is what she said to me.

-That is what Merteuil said?
-Merteuil told me nothing.

It seems she told
her ward everything.

Merteuil had no ward.

Well, some pretty young thing
would disagree.

What are you talking about?

Who is this woman?

Camille.

♪ ♪

Come near me again
or dare risk my marriage,

and I'll kill you.

-[bangs on carriage wall]
-The girl, too.

-[man] Whoa, there.
-Get out.

I am naked, Florence.

You're vulnerable.

Take this time
to think about what

-you're willing to risk.
-[carriage door opens]

[grunts]

Florence! [knocks on door]

[horse neighs]

♪ ♪

Florence, come back here!

♪ ♪

[dog barks]

-Lovely night, ladies.
-[women gasp]

Though there is a bit
of a chill in the air.

[woman] Oh.
[speaks indistinctly]

[soft music plays]

[knock at door]

♪ ♪

[Camille] Thank you.

♪ ♪

[Pascal clapping hands slowly]

And there I was,

all this time
believing Merteuil

capable of such ingenuity...

when it was you.

Perhaps you have always
underestimated me.

You have something
that belongs to me.

Your dignity?

[Pascal] My letters.

How did you take them?

All that matters
is that they are mine now.

You have no idea what you have
or how to use them.

Yet here I am,
holding every card

and living in Saint-Honoré.

Do you know how dangerous
it is to have them?

Less dangerous
than not having them, I think.

[Pascal]
Oh, Camille, stop this.

You've made your point.

You've punished me.

You've proved
a worthy adversary.

I've learnt my lesson.

I haven't even begun
to teach you.

Do you know what I had to do
to get to the bridge?

To find you'd played
a game with me?

I came to the bridge.

-Liar.
-I came. You were gone.

You came too late.

[chuckles] So you came here...

-to Merteuil?
-I wanted to be with someone

who knew how it felt
to be betrayed.

[Pascal] And you believed that
she would bring you comfort.

I brought her comfort.

And in return,
she has given me all of this.

She has made me safe.

These people are wolves,

and they will enjoy
tearing you apart.

They cannot hurt me
more than you have.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[Pascal] Camille.

Camille, I'm sorry.

I'm here now.

Come with me.

[sighing] I told you
if you betrayed me again,

I would not forgive you.

I meant it.

Then I will earn
your forgiveness

if it takes me
the rest of my life.

♪ ♪

Don't make me
call the servant.

I want you gone.

We're a house in mourning.

♪ ♪

[panting]

♪ ♪

[distant clatter]

I miss her, too.

Because of what
she could do for you.

[sighs]
Because she cared for me.

She would never have thrown me
to those people.

Good practice.

There'll be more.

She would have been saddened
you were one of them.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

This way. Carry on.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

Happy day, mademoiselle.

The Marquis has returned
and requests your presence.

[Jean]
You wear my wife's perfume.

[Camille] It is good
to have you home, sir.

I am sorry it is
in such sad circumstances.

I am sorry that you are sad.

We were very close.

[Jean] From your childhood.

The summers in Carcassonne.

[Camille] Yes, that's right.

And your mother was
my wife's dear friend.

[chuckles]

Forgive me,

but I do hear a lot of stories
in my business.

It's not--

My work takes me a good deal
to Saint-Domingue.

The heat's brutal.

My wife was rarely present.
Do you see my point?

That you were quite separate.

I knew as much.

You knew as much?

You?

My wife could not abide
the heat.

A warm day
would bring her out in hives.

[scoffs]

She has never set foot
south of Paris...

never in Carcassonne.

And no woman of breeding
would ever let me do this.

[tense music plays]

Throw this opportunistic
baggage out.

♪ ♪

Madame was my friend.

She promised to be my guardian,
to guide and protect me.

Then what a tragedy for you
that she fell down the stairs.

You should hurry along.

A woman without a guardian
is at some risk here--

in Paris, I mean.

Get her out.

♪ ♪

Did you give it to him--

the letter she left
for her husband?

There was no letter.

[Camille]
Rather, Majordome, you didn't.

There was no letter.

That letter is a weapon.

Be sure to handle it with care.

Time to pack.

If you cared for her
as you claim to,

you would honor her wishes.

And where you have lost
a friend,

you could have gained
an ally in me.

[sighs] It's over for us here.

♪ ♪

Now we go?

[exhales sharply]

[indistinct chatter]

[Emile] Are you insane?

My God.

Where have you been?

I'm in mourning.

I lost a dear friend.

[scoffs] To mourn,
you would first need a heart.

Stay away from me.
I'm done with you.

Oh, don't be
such a flirt, Emile.

If you want more money, say so.

If you bring me into this,
I'll deny everything.

You had the key, not I.

Do you have a fever?

What are you talking about?

The Commissioner wants you.

[indistinct chatter]

[footsteps approaching]

-[Commissioner] Valmont.
-Sir.

I so rarely have
the pleasure of your time.

How is your wife?

Please, take a seat.

The officer has some questions.

♪ ♪

Sir?

Tell me about the other day,
about the boy thief.

I wasn't at my desk.
You must have all the details.

You seem hostile
to a simple question, monsieur.

Why?

This is a serious matter, no?

Nothing was taken,
nothing of value.

The boy didn't break
into the vault, did he?

He used a key.

♪ ♪

You hold the only one.

♪ ♪

And it is here...

where it's always been.

♪ ♪

Well, then you
must have made a copy.

I had nothing to do with this.

They boy ran into the IÎle,

an area I understand you
are more than familiar with.

Why do you like the IÎle,
monsieur?

It's full of whores
and traitors.

What could it hold
for a gentleman like you?

Officer,
we want no scandal here.

I serve
only to protect the king.

I do not believe this man
to be a danger to the king.

But there is no place here
for a man so...

lacking in morality.

♪ ♪

[chuckles softly]

♪ ♪

[Gabriel] Monsieur.

Perhaps I was worth
a little more respect

than you showed me.

If I've offended your sister
or your mother--

Camille, monsieur...

I'm talking of Camille.

What could you know of her?

-She's mine.
-[Pascal] Yours?

She belongs to no one
but herself and...

never to a man like you.

She ran from me
to be with you.

Yet in all my observations
of you, I do not see her.

I see only your immoral acts
with others,

and now she's gone.

So I will ruin you, monsieur,
for betraying her,

and a man like me
will have her.

♪ ♪

[knock at door]

[Majordome]
You sent for me, sir?

[Jean] How long have you been
with this house?

Twenty years, sir.

[Jean] And in those years,

how many times
have you been in this room,

approximately?

Rarely, sir.

And in my wife's rooms?

Whenever I've been called, sir.

Speaks volumes, does it not?

About the bond between us.

If I have shirked a duty
or been remiss

in any request from you, sir,
I did not know it.

She's dead.

Let's not pretend
you have a place here.

♪ ♪

[door closes]

♪ ♪

A weapon should be
in the hands

of someone who knows
how to use it.

Why didn't you give it
to him?

Because
it would change nothing.

Without this letter,

her death
is simply an accident.

She will have the funeral,
the respect she deserves.

You may read it.

"Jean, my husband...

"my tyrant on his throne,

you are reading the last"...

[Geneviève] ...the last
words I will ever write.

You are reading my confession.

[somber music plays]

I can no longer bear
the secrets

in this sprawling house
and empty marriage.

♪ ♪

I can't read it.
There's a water stain.

♪ ♪

"Apri--the bitter fruit
our marriage bore."

Apricot, perhaps.

They're sweet, not bitter.

I know because I had one once.

"The sour taste
that haunts me

"through this life and the next

is more than I can stomach."

[Geneviève]
You will not mourn me.

Of that, I am sure,

but what has been done here
between us...

[exhaling deeply]

...is at an end.

♪ ♪

What does she mean?

Her marriage.

That is what she
wanted to escape.

I promised her a miracle.

I could not give her that.

But I can protect her now.

Perhaps
I will be your miracle.

You are my enemy's enemy.

That will suffice.

[mysterious music plays]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

[knock at door, door opens]

[door closes]

♪ ♪

Is it the carriage fare
you need?

I think we got off
on the wrong foot, monsieur.

Well... [chuckles]

[Camille]
I fear it might be a mistake,

something you'd regret
if I were to leave.

Oh, don't be a silly girl.

Silly girls always end up
in tears.

Your wife said I had a talent.

Do you know what it is?

I could guess.

I find the things
that people try to hide.

"The secrets
in their sprawling house

"and empty marriage,

"the bitter fruit
our marriage bore,

"the sour taste that haunts me

through this life
and the next."

The madhouse may take
an interest in these ramblings.

I do not.

Your wife's words.

What?

From the letter she left.

She didn't fall.

She took her own life.

No.

Never. She would never.

-It goes against her faith.
-Because of you.

I don't know who you are
or why you're here,

but if you perpetuate this lie,
you will suffer greatly for it.

I have the letter.

Show me.

[chuckles softly]

Then I would be a silly girl.

Support her last wish...

that I flourish here in Paris,

or I will share
your wife's ungodly act

with all your society.

Do you know who I am?

Not a very nice man.

See you at the funeral,
monsieur.

And the Majordome stays.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[breathes deeply]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter outside]

You need to get ready
for the funeral, sir.

-You're not even shaved.
-I'm busy.

You need to pay
your respects.

No, I need to conserve
my energy.

Colette Tresemme--
recently widowed--

is holding a salon
on Rousseau's Social Contract,

though nobody read that,

and the widow
is too consumed by grief

to see what I might offer.

Sentiment or food.

I can't afford both.

[choir singing solemnly]

♪ ♪

[priest] We are here
to mourn the passing

of the Marquise de Merteuil--

a life dedicated to her
beloved husband, the Marquis.

Through history, the family
has served the royal house,

with the Marquis no exception.

He has shown endurance
and courage

in expanding the range

of our glorious king
and country.

His work in the colonies
overseeing the coffers

the plantations represent
meant long absences,

which the Marquise bore
with grace

and understanding
of their roles--

duty, and honor.

She will be much missed.

[organ music plays,
choir singing in Latin]

♪ ♪

Old Merteuil's funeral seems
to commemorate her husband.

How charming she got a mention
in the end.

♪ ♪

Take comfort, Marquis.

I'm here with you.

She's good. I'll give her that.

But at what?

[choir singing solemnly]

♪ ♪

[Jacqueline] You must put this
agony in God's hands, Marquis.

You must put this agony
in God's hands, Marquis.

You must put this agony
in God's hands, Camille.

I am without the comfort
of your faith,

Madame de Montrachet.

[screams]

[choir resumes singing]

-Camille, what is it?
-I've seen a ghost, Victoire.

♪ ♪

I was overcome.
Must be grief.

I find that unlikely.

The woman you were talking to,
the woman in the veil,

I think perhaps
I knew her once.

From the opera?

You have a box, too?

How could you
possibly know a woman

such as
Jacqueline de Montrachet?

[soft music plays]

♪ ♪

The woman at the funeral...

[breathes deeply]

...she promised me everything.

♪ ♪

She didn't keep her promise...

and she threw me away
as if I were nothing.

♪ ♪

You're scaring me, Camille.

♪ ♪

Don't be scared.

You saved me.

You made me live, for this.

♪ ♪

I'm not nothing.

♪ ♪

And I will make her see that.

And she will suffer.

♪ ♪

[dark music plays]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

Meet me in the Merteuil box.

What? Where are you going?

C-Camille, I'm not sitting
up there by myself.

I don't even like opera.

I have thought of her every day

these past four years,
Victoire.

I'm tired of waiting.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

The Montrachet box.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

Ah--

Uh, forgive us, mademoiselle.
[clears throat]

[Camille] Where is
Jacqueline de Montrachet?

Uh, she hasn't been for years.

The box is entirely wasted
on her.

Get out.

Please.

[Chevalier de Saint-Jacque]
Of course. Of course.

[indistinct chatter]

[soft tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[Jacqueline] Put this agony
in God's hands, Camille...

♪ ♪

...or it will destroy you.

♪ ♪

[chuckles]

[scoffs]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[Geneviève]
Love is lethal, Camille.

Trust me when I tell you,

your lover
is your future enemy.

[grand orchestral music
playing]

♪ ♪

Avenge our sex.

Devise strategies

I could not even imagine.

♪ ♪

Conquer....

♪ ♪

...or die.

♪ ♪

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