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Come. Quick!

Louis alphonse
donatien, the Marquis de sade?

Dismount, sir.

Dismount, sir, or we fire!

Fire!

You.

Fellow.

Stop when I speak to you.

Ah, Louis.

You're here.

Good.

Uncle?

None else, nephew.

Escaped again, have you?

Yes...

I hope so.

Clever lad!

What are you, uh,

doing in here, uncle?

Waiting for you, nephew.

For me?

But you couldn't possibly
have known I was coming tonight.

I... hoped.

Who was that old man I saw in the
corridor justa few moments ago?

A servant.

I don't recall

having seen him before.

Oh, well, you know how

servants come and go.

I'll——I'll discharge him.

Do that, nephew.

But for now, we're about to start.

Start what?

A play!

Entertainment...

Diversion...

Pleasure...

Which you so uniquely enjoy.

Doubt that there'll be
time for that, uncle. I—...

Of course you have time.

When did you ever not
have time for pleasure?

Perhaps a moment then, uncle.

We know your weakness,

eh, nephew?

Well, not much of an
audience for your play, uncle.

All the audience we need, nephew.

J'

Scene—— the montreuil
estate, outside Paris.

Characters—— the count
and countess de sade,

your worshipped parents.

And monsieur and madame de montreuil,

your benevolent parents—in—law to be.

Occasion—— the arrangement
of a marriage contract

between the Marquis de sade

and their daughter,
lady Renee de montreuil.

"But first we must set the
record right, as it were!"

"Silence!"

"My dear."

"We will not haggle."

"No, we will not haggle."

"We never haggle!"

"We will board the young couple
for the first 3 years of their——"

"7 years!"

"4 years."

"6."

"5 years."

"5 years."

"5 years."

"And a living allowance."

"Of say, uh,

"1,000 per annum."

"5,000."

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"3,000 crowns."

"Pounds."

"Pounds?"

"Very well, then.

"3,000 pounds."

"For our own part, then,

"we will dress the bride

"and the bridegroom and their party

"and provide a 2—...

"Oh, let's saya4—horse carriage...

"If I have to mortgage the
remainder of your properties to do so,

"for thus will I ally our families
to the montreuil fortune."

"First we must
set the record right, as it were.

"Is it not, in fact, true
that your son, the Marquis,

"is unmarried because of

"his unsavory rep——"

"I never!"

"Unsavory reputation!

"It is well known——"

"oh, silence!"

"My love."

"We are prepared to overlook

"our prospective son—in—law's

"youthful peccadilloes."

One moment.

"I am prepared to overlook anything

"to buy my family such a royal connection."

"We, in turn — stop!

"Willadd to our end of the dowry"

"the jewelry in my wife's collection."

"Oh, never!"

"Yes, my dear."

"No, no, no,
never! No, you can't do that!"

This is ludicrous!

"My dear!"

Stop it!

Stop it!

I said, "stop it!"

This is ludicrous!

The actual negotiations

were nothing like this farce.

They're prepared to see you shortly, sir.

What?

Madame de montreuil said that
they would see you shortly, sir.

If you will wait.

J'

J' I sit and I wait here j'

j' by day and by night j'

j' where is he? J'

j' when will he ever come? J'

j' I sigh to the sunbeam j'

j' and moonlight j'

j' where is he? J'

j' when will he ever come? J'

j' I have waited so by truth now j'

j' my true love should come j'

j' where is he? J'

j' when will he ever come? J'

j' through the waiting j'

j' someday he surely will come j'

j' where is he? J'

j' when will he ever come? J'

Mademoiselle.

Ah, my son.

Good. You've arrived just in time.

Monsieur, we're ready to sign the contract.

Oh, you haven't met monsieur
marais, our prefect of police.

Who has kindly consented to
act as awitness to the signatures.

Monsieur.

My lord.

Well, I'm ready.

And we are ready, too, monsieur.

What's the matter, my son?

Where is she?

I beg your pardon?

Your daughter, the one I mean to marry.

This is she.

But this isn't...

Have you no other daughter?

Madame,

have you no other daughter?

My daughter Anne is not involved.

But you don't understand.
This is not the one.

This is not she.

Monsieur, the contract
was signed between yourself

and the lady Renee who loves you dearly.

Then it must be torn up and redone.

Outrageous!

Are you mad?

Monsieur, your son has
signed a binding contract.

No, madame, it is not.

I warn you, my son, you have no choice.

You must do as you are told, son.

Madame, it's impossible...

No!

"My dear son...

"I beg that you reconsider

"and return immediately by the post chaise

"that I have hired for your return trip.

"I have requested your uncle, the abbe,

"to write to madamme de montreuil"

"stating that you left for avignon to
prepare a house for your bride to be,

"but unfortunately, you have
been delayed there by illness.

"I've assured——"

never mind the letter!

"I have assured madame

"that you are in bed with
a serious attack of fever."

Mmm... whata fever to be in bed with.

There's more.

There's always more.

"Do you not appreciate, son,
that a marriage contract is a legal

"and enforceable document

"and the pe—...

"And the penalty for its
breach is your imprisonment?

"A reprisal, the dear madame assures me,

"she will use without hesitation.

"I beg that you reconsider and
return immediately to your betrothed

"who is most eager for your return."

Does the thought of your blushing
bride hasten your departure, my lover?

I hasten because of the prison sentence
that bitch mother of hers

would be only too happy to impose on me.

"In anticipation of your acquiescence,

"I remain your most loving

"and devoted father."

That merde!

What did you say, Louis?

I said, "merde."

Merde, my sweet Laura.

Behold the maiden

waiting for her
immolation to the pagan god.

Renee.

Monsieur, my husband.

That is correct. I am your husband.

Yes.

You must regard me Asa fellow human being.

I won't devour you.

No.

I've come to give you pleasure,

not rend you limb from limb.

I know.

Then cease your trembling.

You may look at me.

You are permitted to
regard the monster's face.

Voila!

Now...

A smile.

Enchanting.

Nowa kiss.

If I wished to kiss a
statue, I'd visita museum.

Relax.

I will perform my duty. I will
yield to you your marriage rights.

I will perform my duty. I will
yield to you your marriage rights.

No.

No, sweet wife.

Take a moment,

let your fervor moderate,

or it might overwhelm me.

Enough!

Don't you ever,

ever say, "enough," to me.

I paid for you.

You understand that? I paid for you.

I pay for your pleasure

and I'll have it.

Do as I say,

as I need,

huh,

or I'll punish you.

That is to say,

if such pleasure can be
considered punishment.

But it hurts.

Of course it hurts.

But that's what gives me pleasure

and that

is what's important—...

Self.

Nature

speaks

to self

on ly.

You have your nature

and I have mine.

You shall do as I want.

Seize him!

Come on.

Marquis de sade.

Iarrest you for vile excesses
committed with these innocent girls.

Innocent?

These whores...

Innocent?

My dear marais,

one has only to look.

Take him out.

You may come out if you wish.

But what...

Who put me here?

You put yourself there.
You can come out anytime.

The next scene concerns the occasion—...

No, there's no time for that now.

I must find—...

Find what?

I don't know.

But I cannot stay here with you.

And where are you going, monsieur?

To see Anne.

That's exactly what you must not do.

I'm afraid that we'll never agree on
what I must or must not do, madame.

I had hoped you wouldn't
remain bitter, monsieur.

Did you?

You're wrong to blame me

for the ugliness you endured at
the fortress of vincennes, monsieur.

Where's Anne going?

I don't think you appreciate it
was I who obtained your release.

You turned the keys both ways, madame.

Nevertheless,

you agreed to the
conditions of your release

without qualifications.

You're sending her away.

You agreed to absent yourself from Paris,

and to remain here
permanently with your wife.

Surely not an extraordinary
requirement from a husband.

Why are you sending Anne away?

My daughter is going to her convent.

Her convent?

She's acanoness,

and a3—month residence
each year is a requirement

of that station.

But, madame, I—...

Do not distress yourself.

We do not intend her to take the vows.

The bride of Christ she will not be,

but in due course, she will marry.

These things cannot be changed by you,

nor by any man.

Not by god, if you had your way.

Do not blaspheme, monsieur.

If you do try to stop her,

we will all suffer in one way or another.

But it will be you, monsieur,

who will suffer the direct penalty.

As I love you as my son, monsieur,

I cannot let this happen to you.

I'm sending her away, monsieur,

for your sake.

Do you understand that?

I understand, madame.

Oh, I'm glad you do.

Anne!

J'

J' there strolling the
Avenue while hand in hand j'

j' lovely is the scene j'

j' the lovers sigh and
they share reveries j'

j' 'tis a lover's walk j'

j' the lanes with flowers rest j'

j' on shelves of verdigris j'

j' for the lovers will pretty soon leave j'

j' soon leave j'

j' soon leave j'

j' for the lovers will pretty soon leave j'

your pleasure, monsieur.

Please, continue.

I intrude.

No. This is mademoiselle Colette.

Maman and iare to sponsor
her debut at court this season.

And this is her singing
master, signor amaletti.

Your excellency.

Maestro.

My son—in—law has little interest
in the ambitions of avocalist,

I assure you, mademoiselle.

You always complain there's little
time for your scribbling, monsieur.

Well, there's no time like the present.

Be off, be off, monsieur.

Pray continue, child. It's delightful.

J' then lonely the Avenue j'

j' not long ago, lovely was the scene j'

j' the lovers song has
been sung tra la la la laj'

j' once a lover's walk j'

j' the lanes with leaves now rest j'

j' on shelves of verdigris j'

j' for the lovers will pretty soon leave j'

j' soon leave j'

j' soon leave j'

j' for the lovers will pretty soon leave j'

Huh?

Monsieur?

Shh.

Monsieur.

Monsieur?

Monsieur, may I speak to you for moment?

Coming, madame.

Did I hear voices?

Voices, madame?

Perhaps you heard me speaking in my sleep.

Oh, did I wake you?

No, I...

Sleep poorly at best.

I'm truly sorry to hear that, monsieur.

Perhaps the bed is not quite comfortable?

Only lonely

in my sweet wife's absence.

Besides, I fear that sleep will always be

an elusive butterfly

trapped only by men of easy conscience.

Do you mind

if I talk to you as a parent?

Madame.

I would be your son if you would have me.

You've behaved so well
these last few months.

I feel I would be churlish

to keep you here any longer,

especially with the season starting.

Madame,

I adore you.

J'

M—mademoiselle?

Ah!

1,000 pardons, mademoiselle.

What Louis? You do not know la beauvoisin?

That's a scandal, my darling.

Tell me quickly, how can the
abyss of my ignorance be crossed?

My honor, I claim it.

For if ever destiny arranged
an introduction between,

need I say,

our most magnificent actress in Paris,

mademoiselle la beauvoisin

and his excellence, the Marquis de sade...

The Marquis?

Of course, I know.

Your servant,

mademoiselle.

I thought it might be the opposite.

J'

Shall I predict your future?

My entire future?

Only your immediate future.

Eternity is for clerics.

You shall come to castle la coste
with me, and you shall be my mistress.

Naturally, for what other reason
would you take me to la coste?

There are other reasons.

I will build a theater at la coste.

There I will produce an
endless round of plays,

diversions and entertainments.

Can a man not kiss his own wife in public?

Is the law of a state
that decrees one thing

superior to the law of imagination

that decrees another?

I hold not.

Men and women—...

For gentlemen and ladies

we know you're not!

Let us agree—...

There is no one,

single reality,

not in the stage,

not in this world.

All is in the mind.

Imagination

is the only truth...

"Because it cannot be contradicted except

"by other imaginations."

This theater will present
the spinning world,

in essence.

Shakespeare called the world a stage.

Well, our stage

shall be our world.

Tonight then...

In honor of my uncle...

The esteemed abbe de sade.

We shall presenta minor segment

of a major tragicomedy entitled—...

Childhood

Of poor little Louis alphonse.

The setting—...

The riding stables of chateau maubel—...

The private estate of the esteemed
personage, the abbe de sade.

The occasion—...

Immediately following a brisk canter

through the forest of maubel,

in the company of 2

Ladies—...

His housekeeper and her niece.

The characters...

Madame grandcoeur,

the housekeeper,

and her niece,

mademoiselle cerise—intactus.

Ha ha ha.

And poor little Louis alphonse himself.

And last, but of course, not least,

abbe de sade, in person.

"Now, here's astallion
for you to ride, niece."

"Or vice—versa."

"And as fine a set of flanks
as you'll find anywhere."

"Ah—ha!

"The finest flanks...

"The finest for you, your reverend." "Ooh!"

"Shy little Vixen, hey?

"Well, give her some wine

"to make her loosen her reserve."

"It is not to my taste, sir."

"Why then, girl, sit down

"And drink it in one gulp."

"Oh, auntie, what is happening?"

"You're drinking wine, girl."

"Oh, no wonder I like it so much, auntie."

"Drink, child, drink. Do
not displease the abbe."

"Shh."

"Ah—ha!

"The little rascal's spying on us,

"eh?"

Ah—ha!

Stop it!

Come here.

Come here.

Uh.

Spying on us, were you?

You're a very naughty boy.

You shall have a proper spanking.

If you spank me, I'll tell.

Tell what?

Tell what you were doing.

That would be foolish, Louis.
Nobody would believe you.

They would only call you evil—minded.

You are evil.

Mark this, boy—— matters
little what one does,

so long as one presents the
face of virtue to the world.

That's hypocrisy.

And where did you learn that arrogant word?

I learned it. And it's true.

Whata clever lad you've become.

Don't let him.

Hold him.

Don't let him hurt me.

Come here, lass. Good girl.

Flay the culprit.

Punish him.

Do it, niece. Do it.

Or it'll be you under the lash.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Again.

"Louis

"is a good boy

"n ow. Ll

Ah!

Uncle.

Well, how did you like our little play?

Bravo, Louis. Bravo.

A triumph, your greatest

whose applause will echo throughout France.

Thank you, uncle.

But, uh, fame has its price,

and no doubt your
mother—in—law will exact it.

I'm very much afraid you'll
be going back to prison, Louis.

But that's tomorrow,

and we live for the
moment, don't we, Louis?

What matter if your
wife is 6 months pregnant,

if you go deeper and deeper into debt?

You enjoy yourself.

I have a little something arranged,

a very special treat.

In there?

In there.

Something guaranteed

to tear your soul from its bosom.

Is there someone here?

Is there anyone here?

The friend who mourns.

Mourn with me, Louis.

I cannot.

Didn't you love your father?

What was there to love?

He let my mother cut me
loose when I was onlyachild.

And I kept waiting for him.

Staying in no place for more than...

Months.

Hmm.

Except 5 years once.

Hmm, with my uncle.

Those 5 years...

You blame your father for that?

I do.

You are unjust then, Louis.

Who are you?

Oh!

Ahh!

No,

I cannot withdraw my charge—...

Not if you should offer me

1,000 crowns.

That is a great amount
of money, mademoiselle.

I am greatly injured.

Shall we say

1,000 pounds, mademoiselle?

Say

you do go to court, and
say you win your case.

And you know what courts are nowadays

with, uh, a commoner

againsta person of noble birth.

Huh! With his reputation?

He's been in enough scandals
on his own without me, that one.

I'll win, all right.

Shall we say 1,250 pounds?

And only because I sympathize
with you, Rose, not with him.

Well...

Consider, Rose.

I have been abused!

1,500, pounds girl, or nothing.

My husband is president
of the Paris courts.

You can be jailed as a prostitute.

I suggest you accept my offer.

All right. I'll take the 1,500 pounds then.

Show madame Keller to her carriage, please.

A wise decision, Rose.

When will you return to
la coste with your wife?

We made a bargain.

And this time, you're going to stick by it.

Francois,

bring me wine.

My throat is dry from too much listening.

Francois, no wine for his lordship.

No wine at any time, unless I approve it.

Yes, madame.

That was unnecessary, madame,

to Rob me of my dignity
in front of a servant.

You Rob us all

of dignity before the world.

And your honor is no
better than your morality.

You go today to la coste

with your wife and stay there permanently.

You do this because I say so,

because in your financial state,

you have no other choice!

Either that

or I will let the dogs have at you!

Anne!

Anne! What—...

Louis?

What are you doing to me?

I, nephew?

Why?

Why can't I reach her?

Why must you reach her?

Because I must.

There's a moment...

And she is part of it.

Ah, your

"moment of reality" again.

I want to be with her.

Then count to 8.

8 is the magic number.

8 is your answer.

You must accept my direction.

You have no hope otherwise.

Put those chairs on
either side of the door.

J'

Move that table back.

Sir?

I said I wanted no one
here while I was rehearsing.

Anne.

I'm sorry. I intrude.

I'll go.

No.

You'll do no such thing.

I wanted to see your theater for so long.

You've written so often about it.

Yes. Yes, of course.

It's as lovely as you described it in...

In your beautiful letters.

Come.

Come up on the stage. Come.

Well, do you like it?

It's beautiful.

Is it supposed to be a ballroom?

Yes.

It's a ballroom for a play I've written.

I've been working on it night and day.

Poor Louis. I must leave you to your work.

No, no, no, please.

I Cherish your concern for me.

My work isn't so important.

But it must be.

There aren't very many
who would agree with you.

Tell me,

why are you the only one who
never asks me why I do the things I do?

Don't I frighten you?

You know you don't.

Perhaps

if someone

gave you love...

I must go now.

No, wait.

I'd like you to wear this.

What is it?

I've always had it.

Then Renee should have it. I must go now.

Come away with me.

Louis, I have no right to be here

and we have no right to talk like this.

All right,

iagree.

I'll stop.

I'll stop. But please don't go.

I must.

No, wait.

Look.

We're in a ballroom

alone.

It may never happen again.

Come.

Dance with me.

Anne.

Love me.

Not that way, Louis.

Here.

Yes.

It's only make—believe, as you can see.

Yes.

Touch it.

That's right.

That's right.

You can come out.

Come along.

Come along.

Yes.

Louis.

Where are we?

With me, darling.

I was in a nightmare and you called me.

I should have let you sleep.

You really are with me.

Hmm.

"Come to Italy," I said,
and you didn't blinkan eye.

You just said yes.

Madness.

Madness, iagree.

And quite awful.

No, wonderful.

To run off with you? Awful.

Tsk.

Promise me something—...

You'll never leave me.

I will never leave you.

Baron rothschild's
residence, your excellency

must you see him?

Well, we need money to travel.

No, please.

Shh.

There's no danger.

At dawn,

we'll be in Italy.

Halt!

Drive on!

Fire!

You're trembling, Louis.

Am I?

Why?

Fear.

Why now?

Because I have something to lose now.

Hmm.

I found my moment.

And I don't know...

What?

If I can hold on to it.

And yet...

You talk in riddles, lover. Yet what?

And yet, on the other hand,

it can never be taken away from me.

If you step outside that door,

there won't be one friend who will

give you even food to
keep you from starving.

I'm not afraid of your threats.

I shall not be dominated by you.

You repeat that like a catechism

you've learned from...

From that man who has
wrecked all our lives.

Don't you understand

that I'm trying to rescue the last threads

of self—respect for all of us?

Lord and lady de beaumont
have made a generous offer.

You've bought me their son as a
suitor and call them generous?

For soiled goods, I
should say, very generous.

If iagree,

will you have Louis freed?

The de beaumonts' only condition was that

he should remain where he is permanently.

Yes, just one condition—...

Thata man stays locked away in
a filthy prison and ruins his life.

This is past discussion now.

What I want is your agreement now.

What shalli do, Louis?

I've always been especially
fond of you, my dear.

Despite the discrepancy in our ages,

I feel very close to you in every way.

Abbe.

Put your head here and give vent to
your grief over poor, wretched Louis

in his faraway prison.

Shed your tears freely,

let them wet my shirt through

and sting my loving bosom.

Abbe.

How say you, Louis?

Will the moment when
she lusts in bed with me

be the moment of reality you seek?

You.

What are you doing here?

I don't need your answer.
I know why you've come.

You've come to gloat.

Come to watch me chained,

begging for mercy.

Well, what passion does my
degradation arouse in you, madame?

What unspeakable stirrings are there

in your breasts and belly

to see poor Louis

crushed

in his loathsome dungeon?

Well, answer me!

What?

Crying?

Why?

For me?

Now you would cry for me?

Why?

You cry for yourself.

That's it.

Because I reveal you to yourself.

Yes.

You see in yourself the corruption
you thought was only in me,

but is in all of us.

And you weep to see it.

No,

I don't weep for you.

Your weakness

made you deserve

every punishment you received.

Nor for myself.

My strength

can bear

whatever befalls me.

I weep...

I weep...

For whom?

For Renee,

who is innocent,

and who loves you,

god help her.

What if

I changed?

You cannot change.

And your promises mean nothing.

The devil owns you.

No, madame, that's something
you shall never understand.

It's not the devil, madame.

It is our nature.

You say that, you write it,

and I don't understand what you mean.

You see everybody else

in your own image.

I am trying to make you realize

that you cannot

flay her pure soul

as you flay the wanton flesh of whores.

You still don't understand

the enormity of what you've done.

You've deserted a wife who loves you,

you've abandoned your
children who love you,

and who...

Who did you pervert

to serve your hellish plans?

Your wife's own sister!

My flesh!

My daughter, Anne!

And you still ask me

why I weep?

I beg you,

give me

one...

One chance.

I tell you, Louis,

I tell you now—...

You will never,

never be free again.

You will stay here

in this prison for the rest of your life.

Look well on these walls

where you are now, Louis.

Because this is

where you're going to die.

Madame.

Madame, I will change.

Madame!

I will change!

I swear it!

I will

change!

Uncle?

"Silence!"

Please, uncle, no plays. Not now, please.

"I insist on silence!"

Please.

Anne is dead.

"Seize the prisoner."

No!

No, damn you!

Take off those damn masks.

Take off those damn masks!

The farce is over!

"You may continue with the prosecution."

"We will prove beyond a doubt, my lord,

"that Louis alphonse donatien,

"the Marquis de sade,

"did willfully take the
life of his sister—in—law,

"lady anne—prospere de launay."

Life?

"First witness."

"Inspector marais, what is your
estimate of the character of the accused?"

"He is evil,

"he is degenerate,

"he is an animal to be put away."

But I had nothing to do with her death.

She died of the plague.

Oh, god, why do I bother to argue with you?

Uncle, please,

stop these damn plays.

"I have more witnesses.

"These 3 are aunts of the accused—...

"My own good sisters,

"honorable abbesses, virtuous women,

"who devoted themselves
to caring for him as a child.

"Will one of you speak in his behalf?"

"My nephew is evil, ungrateful."

No!

"My nephew is degenerate, an animal."

No!

"No, my nephew is worse than any animal."

They're not my
aunts, they're actresses.

This is a travesty.

Uncle,

stop this.

"Can we then allow awild animal

"to roam free among the
vulnerable human beings?

"This killer of a sweet, innocent girl——"

how dare you say I took her life—...

Her precious, precious life.

"You killed her."

We had planned,

but she died of the plague.

There was nothing I could do.

"Speak your judgments."

"Put him away forever!"

"Put him away forever!"

"Put him away forever!"

"I have here a lettre
de cachet from the king,

"empowering me to put the
Marquis de sade in prison

"forever

"and forever!"

"Put him away
forever! Put him away forever!"

No!

No!

Anne.

Anne, tell them!

Tell them.

"He is my murderer."

"Behead him!"

What do you see?

What do you wish me to see?

What is the meaning of 8?

8 is the sign of infinity—...

The serpent swallowing its tail.

Why do you ask?

Can you tell me what this is?

It belonged to your mother.

You stole it from her.

You can see that?

It is very clear.

You were 4 years old.

You were being sent away
to live with a maiden aunt.

You take this

although your mother cherishes it.

Yes.

She cherished her jewels
more than she did me.

I was sold instead of them.

What is to come, gypsy?

A revolution will rend France

a bacchanalia of blood.

They will say that you are
one of those who caused it.

What will happen to me, gypsy?

You'll be put in an asylum.

You'll know pain and torment.

How long?

28 years,

nephew.

You, always you—...

Corrupter of my youth,

author of my sins.

Nonsense, nephew.

Am ia force of nature?

I don't know, uncle, perhaps you are.

You yourself proclaimed it.

"Man is not seduced by evil,

"he is evil—...

"Evil by nature."

You condemn me for corrupting
that which is already corrupt.

You were my teacher.

Did I teach you falsely?

In one thing, yes.

And that?

That's one's pleasure
could be taken by force.

It saddens me, nephew, but I'm asaint.

You lack the capacity for pleasure.

It frightens you.

After the transport, your
soul begins to whimper.

You fear god's vengeance in the hereafter

and invite his mercy

with a great show of
suffering here on earth.

If iam evil, you seduced me.

Initiated

rather than seduced.

No, nephew,

there was only one occasion

one which I was required to lay snares.

Demon! Bastard!

Liar! She never gave herself to you.

What if she had? May I
quote an eminent author?

"Love—— a disposition of the organs,

"nothing more, an appetite."

Marquis de sade.

You Rob me of everything,

even of hope

for what might have been.

With her,

I could...

I could've...

Could have what?

Been different.

Renee, Renee, Renee.

My husband.

I sorrow for the pain I've given you.

Perhaps someday, you'll
be able to understand me.

What life would I have had without you?

I was an ugly, stupid girland

not much of a woman.

There were a few times.

A few.

You have suffered.

At least I could share
your fate as your wife.

No one can take that from me.

We shall go to Paris and
you will regain your health.

We can't. My mother would
simply put you in the asylum again.

Perhaps she won't.

It's so cold here.

If only we could go to
awarm place for the winter.

Yes.

A warm place.

You mean to say you had a choice?

Then good and evil do exist,

and you chose evil.

Poor, damn Louis.

Why then,

have no answers.

None.

I can find

no meaning to my life.

I cannot find my moment of
reality because it does not exist,

not at all—...

Not on the stage,

not in the world.

There is no reality,

it's all in the mind...

And there's nothing.

What'll we burn when
all the furniture is gone?

Each other.

Ha ha ha ha.

Go on!

Go on! You're doing very well.

Very good!

Burn.

Burn.

Burn.

The illumination of my life has gone out.

Do you know what that means?

No, I don't suppose you do.

Well, it doesn't matter.

Bravo!

Come!

Let's put on a play.

Go!

Hey!

Do...

Dooo...

Do as you will!

If not compelled, then why
must I do what desire dictates me?

Why?

Why?

Renee!

Renee!

Renee.

Renee!

Renee!

Renee!

No! Oh...

Forgive me.

Marquis.

It is not my province

to forgive.

No.

Nor mine to ask.

Have you been dreaming again?

More than that—...

Much, much more.

Trying to escape.

At least, the young Marquis was trying.

The young Marquis?

Indeed.

You must not judge by this.

Inside is a fit, young fellow

trying to escape his prison—...

This white slug in which he's encased.

He must be free,

for freedom is his life.

I—I've been

following him about

as he relived that life,

seeking out

a special moment

of reality.

And did he find it?

I'm not sure.

Nor is he.

But I think he will go back again,

search

yet one more time.

Perhaps

he will find it then.

Reality,

whatever that

may be.

8 is the sign of infinity—...

The serpent swallowing its tail.