All language subtitles for The.Seduction.S01E02.1080p.WEB.h264-EDITH (1)

Pardon.

Madame, I come to take my leave.

I'm obliged to settle a stray affair.

You wouldn't prefer my company.

Alas, it's impossible.

But you promised.

Given what is being said about you,

it is improper for you
to appear at the Palais Royal.

I cannot singlehandedly silence

the slander that Paris delights in,
given the futile world

that is ours.

Oh, dear. Don't be sad...

how I beg.

Instead realize how
I must love you ever so much

to be supporting you through it all.

Deep in the ocean
Dead and cast away

Where innocences burn in flames

A million mile from home
I'm walking ahead

I'm frozen to the bones

I am a soldier on my own
I don't know the way

I'm riding up the heights of shame

I'm waiting for the call
The hand on the chest

I'm ready for the fight and fate

I missed you so much.

Neither Brissette nor Soubise

grasp the measure
of the disaster that awaits us.

Myself, I know how to defeat
the English in the Americas.

I have the whole strategy here.

However, our respected generals

are presently more occupied
with the intrigues of their courts...

She's written back to you.

...distracted as a leader of men.

If we're to lose focus,

it will be our last goodbye to New France,
as it parts for the English.

Madame, I know how much I've let you down.

But my greatest misfortune
is that you view me with hate

while I'm in need of your aid.

Of my aid?

And why would I give you that?

You humiliated
and ridiculed me at Gercourt's.

And everyone in Paris
has turned their back on me.

Yet you've still come.

You were unyielding with your letters.

Madame,

I will give you my word.

I will not rest until I have managed
to turn the situation around.

Since Paris has thrown us out,

I want to bring it here.

I want to host an event.

That's a charming idea.

I hold a castle and a name,

but I'm missing
the knowledge of the world.

You'll lure the nobility here
and you'll help ensure I become respected.

I will make you shine and your reputation
will no longer suffer from mine.

You forget one detail,

which I deem rather central
to this yet trivial as well.

Your husband.

Get Gercourt
and the nobility to come.

I will see to my husband.

What if we organized a large event?

A party for our soldiers in America.

To collect money for their benefit.

Accommodating for 100 or so attendees
for the night, in your former abbey?

I'll have it decorated and transformed

into something sublime. We'll hold a ball.

Oh, how I beg of you.

This impotence overwhelms me.

Well, you've certainly got initiative,

and I do applaud you.

But while I do judge
your strategy to be excellent here,

it shows your tactical sense
to be deplorable.

A party would serve no purpose.

What French America needs is soldiers.

It would be futile to invite
around 100 or more socialites

who would attend only
for music and champagne.

While I certainly may be
a bit naive, my love,

this approach did have a virtue.

This event would display you
to all of Paris

as the uncontested champion
of the French American struggle.

It is only a matter of appearances, but...

given the futile world that is ours.

So it is, then.

Let's think grand... my love.

Monsieur and Madame de la Courtelière,

Viscount Pré Salé
and Madame Paco de Fouchet.

Pénélope Maison Couronne.

Comte de Gercourt.

Are happy to invite you
on the 21st of October to a party

to support the troops in New France

Dear Aunt, I hear you're the one
behind the Merteuil party.

What a relief to know
that you both have reconciled.

Do you see her often?

Sébastien.

You are as beautiful as always.

She ever speak of me?

You leave me fatigued, my nephew.

I forgot that I'm in love with who she is.

While you only love her generosity.

As I did not receive my invitation,
I thought that I would fetch it in person.

-You've not been invited.
-You would dare?

Need I remind you
of your choice behavior at Gercourt's?

But I believe that
he is still to be there.

Gercourt is our centerpiece.

When you had, my nephew,
a window to deal with him

you unfortunately stumbled.

Now, in order to clear my name

and that of your precious dear Isabelle,

I'm under the obligation
to ask if you will come.

-But you embarrass me.
-Ah!

Thankfully, your mistakes
will not cost you your fortune.

Neither your reputation.

And now you may take your leave,
if you please.

Madame de Rosemonde,
dear friend.

It seems that under
the influence of Gercourt,

the nobility refuses to come to our party.

Every day I receive a shower
of negative answers.

Madame, it's impossible
to be present. Comte de Rabat.

He seems to be set
on taking revenge

by inflicting
the worst humiliation possible.

We will not join
your festivities on the 21st.

Ayman de Montesquiou.

More than ever,
I need your help.

If my husband were to find out
the scandal that awaits us,

I believe him to be capable of anything.

For Madame the Marquise

Thank you.

The sender?

It is your cousin. The Duc de Cossé.

His reply?

WITHOUT US, COSSÉ

He will come.

I'm delighted.

Read it. And what does it say?

"Madame La Marquise, my dear cousin,
I do recognize in this initiative

the selfless soul
of my cousin, the Marquis,

"whom reminds me of how priceless
our family's alliance is to me."

And I've been thinking
he felt disapprovingly of our marriage.

He would not miss the opportunity
to participate in this noble effort.

A toast to him and the perfection
of our union, mon amour.

My love,

I have conquered...

the Palatinate.

I haven't forgotten about you.

And when did I last honor you, my love?

My delicious Marquise.

That would have been this morning.

This morning? But that was nearly
last century, dear.

We were made to come together, madame.

Oh, Marquis, really...

This is exactly what I'm presently doing.

Marquise, you'll see.

You'll see.

Just a little longer.

You will see.

You will see,
my little Marquise.

My little whore.

My perfect Isabelle de Merteuil.

Fucking whore!

My little Marquise.

You must see what I... oh!

Fuck me.

Why are you chuckling?

You are pathetic.

Put your clothes back on.

I haven't...

-Ah!
-Good evening, madame.

I'm surprised to see you so soon.

I come to request your aid, Sébastien.

You came at a bad time.

We're going to the wedding
of a baker's daughter,

which we will transform into an orgy.

You do me this service
and I will lead you to Isabelle in return.

You would do that for me?

I could make sure that she shows leniency
in regards to you.

That's a mountain I'd rather climb alone.

Your help would steal the glory away.

And despite that, I give you the chance
to get the upper hand

over Gercourt once more.

Has your guest of honor
been causing you difficulty?

He has forbidden anyone
to set foot at the Marquise's.

You know what he's capable of
once he's decided to do harm.

That's very true.
I'm owed a rematch of our duel

in front of Paris

in front of Isabelle.

Here is our Marquise.

Here, Gercourt.

And here, our secret weapon.

A prestigious guest
whose influence may well counter Gercourt.

And which great persona
would be performing this function?

The hero, Fontenoy, for example.
The Comte d'Anterroches.

He has cholera, monsieur. So they say.
He's dying.

-That is vexing.
-Very.

And why not the Duc de Royan?

The greatest financier in the kingdom?

His presence alone would be an event
few could escape.

Distinctly so, as this infinitely rich man

has always surrounded himself
with eternal debtors.

With absolute armies of parasites
and countless libertines.

A great many options to provide us
a healthy foundation for our soirée.

But the Duke leaves his castle for no one.

How do you intend
to get him to come?

We'll draw him out with his daughter.

Juliette de Royan,
whom he's desperate to marry off.

Corrupt Juliette to pressure her father?

So long as I can pervert her
in the most sufficiently spectacular way.

Juliette wouldn't be able
to marry anymore.

But I would promise the Duke
to keep her corruption a secret.

-Hmm.
-After which he'll have to do what I say.

Let's add the good name of Royan
to your list of conquests.

However, he knows me already.

My reputation is well known.
He won't let me approach his daughter.

We need to recruit, then.

What do you know of her?

To offset his daughter's
rather lacking appearance,

he made her pick up music
in a very assiduous way.

He'd like her
to be an accomplished singer.

So we require a musician.

-An attractive pedagogue.
-A charming boy with a delicate touch.

Handsome, noble,

and quite well endowed.

I will take care of finding him.

You, come.

Madame.

Your name?

Danceny.

Chevalier Danceny.

Let's see.

Let's see.

Follow me.

Madame.

I'll be brief.

I am consumed by shame.

And forbid myself to even look at you.

I would be mortified to see in your eyes
who I was last evening.

I know that no words, no apology or excuse

could be equal to my failure
and my infamy.

But I have a mad aspiration
toward the regaining of your esteem,

with the greatness of my action.

I leave for the Americas
to join our troops,

and I will return rich
in hard-fought glory

and restored to my honor.

And as I aspire,

your love once more.

Madame, I leave at once.
Goodbye and until we meet again.

Madame.

Good morning.

Return
immediately to that carriage.

You've brought him to this house?

You must listen to him.

-I never will.
-He knows how to counter Gercourt.

You'll be unable to do without him.

Madame, I only seek to be of help.

No matter your help, you will not
attend the party and that's final.

What is that...

Are you expecting visitors?

It's my husband's sister,
Madame de Volanges.

Madame.

My dear husband,

I write to you now,
as I know you are soon to set sail

to thank you
for your thoughtfulness towards me.

Thanks to you, I am not alone.

Madame de Volanges whom you've had

the thoughtful idea of inviting,

is a delightful woman

with whom I have the pleasure
in discussing the preparations

for our party.

I've rediscovered in her company
as well as that of her daughter,

a taste for games.
The youthful taste of a game of cards

between friends
in an air of trust and laughter.

I have no doubts
your sister shares with you

the joy that reigns over the castle.

The presence of Cécile

is all the more precious
as she is an accomplished singer.

My friend Madame de Rosemonde advised
that I invite musicians to the castle

that are capable of accompanying Cécile.

A young and reputable professor,
the Chevalier Danceny

and Juliette, daughter
of the Duc de Royan,

whose father graciously permitted her
to join the delightful concert

that now enchants our home.

Cécile and Juliette
quickly became close with each other.

Juliette is a lovely person.

Her confidence could be
very useful to our projects.

If her father deigns to grace
our party with his presence,

his fortune and influence
will be enough to put America

back at the heart of all conversations.

Imagining you facing the greatest dangers,

sword in hand, I feel myself
trembling with admiration for you

and maybe with an even more
tender feeling.

Sir...

the route's full of wind
up to 15 nautical miles east.

Departing today would be most reckless.

When do you suggest we depart?

When New France
has been reduced to nothing more

than a pathetic historical curiosity,

the indomitable Mississippi
will belong solely to the fearless

and to them alone, my friend.

Go and get prepared.

Juliette doesn't look at Danceny.

While Cécile and Danceny
seem to like each other,

our plan has been thwarted.

Danceny has some wisdom.

Beauty is not enough for some women.

They need something more.

A cheeky side, perchance?

That's a way to describe it.

Take matters into your own hands.
Since Danceny is too wise, as you say,

then I rely on
your malice to corrupt Juliette.

Unless, of course,
that lovely young woman is not your type.

Oh, yes, I nearly forgot,

your reputation.

Your happiness
is more important than that.

Then accompany her to her house
after her session concludes.

You look different.

What is it?

Could it be you're pregnant?

I am not pregnant.

I do have a little experience with this...

That is indeed why
you are still here, Vicomte.

Now we may hope this experience

might have the right effect
on our Juliette.

At the beginning of spring
1731, Venice was radiant.

You could always hear ballads and sonatas
coming from every house.

Happiness and wisdom
seemed to spread everywhere

like the vibrato of a mandolin.

-Yet, the poem says...
-That's quite enough for me.

Very.

Why don't you put away that pipe of yours
and take out your trombone?

I beg your pardon, miss?

Sir, I would like to stop.

Whoa!

Go and gather some girolles.

Girolles, in this season?

Yes, madame.

Well, what will you do to me that is so...

delicious?

That will influence me to write you
a letter filled with passion.

A letter you will then use
to threaten my father.

That will force him to accept
your dear friend's invitation.

Lest you are to...

find a way to coerce Chevalier Danceny
to throw himself at me?

That being said...

I respect the Marquise de Merteuil
and you amuse me, Vicomte.

Ha!

I may well ask my father
to attend your little party.

You would?

After all...

I could have said all this only
in the wake of having enjoyed your charms.

It's delicious, madame.

I'm unable to find the words
to thank you for your welcome.

Words matter not, miss.

I've received a letter
from the Marquis this morning.

Were you aware that my brother
was meant to sail yesterday?

Isn't that news fascinating?

A storm forced him back to port

just a few hours
after they'd left the coast.

So it seems you may well have the pleasure

of welcoming your great husband home
much sooner than you'd hoped.

How might you be finding your teacher?

The Chevalier Danceny?

Well, I-I find him quite...

Quite?

Gifted?

That's right.

You seem to be quite gifted yourself.

The two of you were made to get along.

Who is it?

My dear Vicomte.

What good news do you bring me?

Likely more positive responses,
but also a message from Duc de Royan.

I hope he's not going back...

Isabelle.

Oh, what have you done?

Isabelle.

I'm right here.

-Go away.
-Isabella...

Go away, I said!

Go away!

It's finished.

Let us forget this
and return to our affairs.

My dearest brother,

the seriousness of the situation
compels me to write a new letter to you.

I continue to discover the schemes that
unite your wife to the Vicomte de Valmont.

Their complicity seems
to harbor coming plans,

which I fear may cause harm
to your reputation.

And what says Royan?

Amsterdam's stock market is in default.

The Duke is fully committed
and apologizes for not joining us.

He swore to come and he will come.

Juliette will be present.

We need to force the Duke
to prefer his daughter over his finances.

Hmm.

You need to take your rest for the night.

Your will commands admiration.

But even the bravest soldiers put
down their weapons when they're wounded.

Which woman wouldn't surpass your soldier?

And is she not accustomed
from her earliest years to blood

and to hurt?

Really, Vicomte,

don't let yourself be afraid.

Let's recommence.

Now, how blind can a father truly be?

What are you saying?

Royan is unable to hear
his daughter's voice the same as we do.

The man is still not deaf.

So we need...

the crux of the soirée
to be a musical moment.

The kind of thing that would leave
a father feeling proud, for example.

And Juliette?

Juliette.

I'd be surprised if she were blind
to her lack of talent.

All of it must be embellished.

A misdirect,

a maneuver.

Isabelle.

-Good evening.
-Good evening.

Madame de Fourcy.
It's such a pleasure to have you.

-How are you?
-Excellent, thank you.

And your dear son
still fulfilling his mandate?

That's right.

-You've retained all that I've told you?
-It's confusing.

-You gave me so many names.
-You cannot bear any errors.

Royan is arriving.
Everything plays itself out now.

Please excuse me.

If you'd all please approach the stage,

-the concert is soon to begin.
-Oh!

It is a composition
by Chevalier Danceny.

For Monsieur the Duc de Royan,
make way please.

I don't think
she was trained.

I suppose we'll see.

Can she really even sing?

Thanks, thank you so much.

Thanks to the Chevalier
and to the Marquise de Merteuil.

Thanks, Marquise, this soirée was sublime.

It was quite wonderful.

Who would have thought
she could sing so well?

She could hear us!

-Thanks, Vicomte.
-Whatever for?

You know quite well what I refer to.

I assure you, Marquise,
I very much do not.

You know, one should never
doubt their child.

Madame, if I can be of any service.

My Marquis is currently held up
in the port of Saint Argonne.

He must go to America.

And you wish for him
to begin his voyage posthaste?

I can arrange it tomorrow.

Would you arrange it tonight?

Honor and renown
to the courageous Marquis de Merteuil.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

I am the Comte de Gercourt.

Cécile de Volanges.

Sweetheart, are you okay?

Your daughter falls from the sky
and you fittingly appear in her wake.

I am the most fortunate man
in the world tonight.

My dear Comte.

Ah, you've come after all.

One might say you deprived me
of any choice. Such a noble cause.

Such a beautiful party.

My close companions,

-the Duc de Royan, you, my dear.
-Ah...

Yet I have heard it said
that you would not be amongst us.

You know more than anyone,
one mustn't listen to rumors.

I may well not, though they still find
a way to pester me nonetheless.

But I am certain that your presence
will quiet them once and for all.

-Madame.
-My dear Comte.

This is quite embarrassing.

And why is that, madame?

I am late to welcome you, dear Comte.

Yet, I'm just as late as you are.

But you're still not embarrassed?

Well, madame, I require much more
than that to feel embarrassed.

Our foremost encounter, I seem to recall.

Far from embarrassing.

I will surprise you, madame.

There is one small pleasure in life
that I particularly admire

to realize I've underestimated someone
and to be surprised by their evolution.

Seeing you here tonight
so radiant brings me great pleasure.

I believe that we'll be seeing one
another more often.

I welcome you to the delicious hell
of the great world.

Madame.

This is a triumph.

My enemies have come to kneel before me.

And yesterday we were women scorned.

Savor it, Isabelle.

Tomorrow we'll return
to being targets once more.

Madame, your talents as a hostess
illuminate the fineness of our exchanges

and I here pay tribute to your subtle mind
which encourages reflection.

May this moment be forever a part in
our memories' annals like a sparkle of...

Picked this very morning, madame.

At the Comte de Gercourt's request.

I was sure he would write.

What a delicate man.

Sweetheart...

I'm so very proud of you.