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For the lady of the camellias.

And they're almost
twice as large as usual.

I shall have twice as many
as usual tomorrow.

Twice as man--

oh, don't listen to her, Barjon.

I know what those things cost.

Aren't you willing
to listen to her

when she orders her hats
and dresses from you?

They're an investment.

Of course, I own as many flowers

and too many hats
and too many everything,

but I want them.

To the theater.

And there's no limit
to your extravagance.

Now, you won't be young forever.

It's high time
you settle something

about your future,

and I know the very man for you.

Really?

Yes, really.

Well, aren't you
interested enough

even to want to know who it is?

Oh, yes.
Who is it?

The baron de Varville,

one of the richest

and most elegant
gentlemen in Paris.

One foot in the grave,
I suppose,

and a wig on his head.

Not at all, not at all.
Quite the contrary.

He's young and handsome.

I heard from one of
the girls in my shop,

who heard from his valet,

he's going to be
at the theater tonight.

That's why I wanted you
to look your best.

Come here.

I want to send a note,

and I'll give you a handsome tip

if you get it
to the right person.

Do you know
the baron de Varville?

Yes, madame.

Good.

Well, that's done.

We go this way.

My dear...

You're as good as
a baroness already.

Don't forget I arranged it all.

Where are we sitting, prudence?

Box "a," of course.

I always ask for box "a."

The baron can't miss it.

Come, panel girl.
Open box "a."

Someone else is in there.

Good evening, madame.

Let me see your tickets.

Here.

Why, this says box "b."

I asked for box "a."

Well, if you'd wear
your spectacles,

you'd see what you're getting!

None of your lip!

Not so much fuss, prudence.

Wait.
Who's in there?

A friend of yours.

Olympe!
Olympe!

Woman: Right.

Well, what's so funny about it?

I'd like to know.

How you arranged
everything through Olympe.

That cat.

If you think I'm going to let

a cheating, lying
wretch like that

upset my plans, you're wrong.

She's got to change
places with us.

Well, fight it out, ladies.

Uh! My angel!

Marguerite, darling!

Oh, oh!

Oh, how are you, my dear?

How beautiful
we look this evening.

What nice perfume.
What is it?

That's my secret,

and how are you, you old robber?

Oh, ha ha! You're great
for teasing, aren't you?

Ha ha ha!

Is there any point
in our staying out here

in this draft?

Oh, look here.

There's been a little
mistake about our tickets,

and we want you
to change boxes with us.

Why?

What I can't understand

is why you must sit in this box

when yours is just as good.

Well, you know prudence.
She's a woman full of secrets.

Even changing her corset
is a great mystery.

Some things have
to be a mystery,

but if you'll do
what I ask you to do,

I'll send you that fur
toque for a present.

It's a bargain.

During the intermission,
I'll move.

Come here, Marguerite.

A note for monsieur Le baron.

Which is box "a"?

There, monsieur
Le baron, at the left.

Show me to my seat.

Doesn't monsieur Le baron
wish to send an answer?

I'll wait...

And decide that later.

Uh! My dear...

Do you see that gentleman
standing up?

Which one?

In the second row on the aisle.

Yes. Do you know him?

I know who he is.

He's a fabulously
rich de Varville--

baron de Varville.

I didn't know that rich men
ever looked like that.

Oh, this one does.
He's looking at us.

He's seen us looking at him.

I changed my mind, prudence.

You can keep your fur toque.

The baron de Varville
is on his way to this box,

and I'm going to
stay and meet him.

But he's coming here to meet me.

Oh, so that's what
you had up your sleeve.

I invited him
to join us here myself.

Nothing could be better.

Thank you, my dear prudence,
for arranging it,

but having done so much,

you really must let me
receive him alone.

Unfortunately, I like him, too.

Why unfortunately?

Because his eyes have made
love to me all evening.

That's a lie!

He merely glanced at you.

I never took my glasses
from his face

except for an instant
to let him see mine.

Perhaps that was the instant
he smiled at me.

He did not smile at you,
and he won't meet you here.

Then he must look for me
somewhere else.

Sit down, Marguerite.
Listen, Olympe.

I appeal to your sense of honor,

if you have such a thing.

Oh, shut up,
you dreadful old woman

and get out of here before
I have you dragged out!

Oh, come, come, prudence.

You really are a fool, Olympe.

You're the fool!

Or you'd know that prudence

is nothing but an old vulture!

Vulture!

She called me a vulture.

That one, who'd pick
a dead man's pocket!

And I'll tell you
something else.

If you don't stop being
so easygoing with your money,

you'll land in the gutter
before you're through

or back on that farm
where you came from,

milking cows and
cleaning out henhouses.

Cows and chickens
make better friends

that I've ever met in Paris.

Come here!

Stop the baron going to box "a."

Tell him to join us
in box "b." Hurry! Hurry!

Monsieur Le baron!

There has been a mistake,
monsieur Le baron.

The lady who sent you the note

does not wish you
to go to box "a,"

but to join her and
her friend in box "b."

Oh, so it is you.
Do come in, monsieur.

But your answer,
monsieur Le baron?

You may say that for
the moment, I am engaged.

Are you following me?

Yes. Well, you did smile at me

a moment ago, didn't you?

Well, you tell me first

whether you smiled at me
or at my friend.

What friend?

You didn't even see her?

No.

Ha ha!
That's very nice.

I was just wondering
if you'd ask me to sit down

if I knocked at
the door of the box.

Why not? We really
seemed fated

to meet this evening, didn't we?

Fate must have had
something to do with this.

I've hoped for it so long.

You don't believe me.

No.

The first time I saw you
was a year and a half ago.

You were in an open carriage
and dressed in white.

I saw you get out
and go into a shop

in la place de la Bourse.

Yes. That might have happened.

I used to go to a dressmaker

in place de la Bourse.

You were wearing a thin dress

with miles of ruffles,

a large straw hat,
an embroidered shawl,

a single bracelet
and heavy gold chain,

and, of course,
the camellias at your waist.

You have a marvelous
memory, haven't you?

The next time was
at the opera comique.

You were sitting in a box
with a fur coat on,

and Gaston, a chap whom
I know and who knows you,

said, "Marguerite's been ill,"

and that hurt me.

The next time--

tell me, if all you say is true,

why have you never
spoken to me before?

Well, in the first place,
I didn't know you.

You didn't know me tonight.

No...But after you smiled at me,

I knew you wouldn't mind.

And now, since you've met me?

Now I know that I love you

and have loved you
since that first day.

Oh, ha ha!
Look! She's here!

After what happened,
I had to have a Brandy.

And after that, 2 brandies.

Yes, and then he
made me have another.

Well, that's only 4.

Suppose you go and have
another, prudence,

and then, well...
Then another.

You don't want
to get me drunk, do you?

She wants to get rid
of us, can't you see?

She wants to be alone with
my friend.

For once in your life,
you're quite right, Gaston.

Who is your friend, anyway?

Baron de Varville,

this is my neighbor--
madame de venois.

Baron de Varville?

He, the baron de Varville?

No wonder she wanted
to get rid of us.

Well, I--I never said
I was the baron anybody.

There's the baron de Varville,

sitting over there, big as life,

with that wretch Olympe.

Really?

Prudence:
Certainly.

Marguerite: Well...

This is rather funny.

Funny?

Yes. I quite agree
with you. It is funny.

Oh, even if you're not
baron de Varville, sit down.

Well, I can scarcely
believe I'm wanted

now that my unimportance
has been discovered.

Don't be silly.
Who are you anyhow?

My name is Armand Duval.

I've never had any reason
to be ashamed of it.

Oh, Armand Duval...

Yes.

Uh...

I'm not always Sincere.

One can't be
in this world, you know?

But I am not sorry
the mistake happened.

Nor am I.

Prudence: The baron
keeps looking over here.

That must worry Olympe.

Well, as long as you don't wish

to sit down,

would you go and
buy me some sweets?

You can afford a pound
of marrons glaces

even if you're not
the rich baron, can't you?

I'll not come back
with your sweets too soon.

What is your friend's name?

I'm not sure which
friend you mean.

The girl in the opposite box
whom you just spoke to.

Oh, her.

Well, she's hardly a friend.

I know her, of course,

but she's not easy
to get along with,

I can tell you.
Ask anybody.

What did you say her name was?

And she has a reputation

of being one of
the most extravagant

girls in Paris

as well as one of
the most insincere.

I like sincerity, don't you?

It's an admirable quality.

Well, I insist on it.

She's the kind
who says one thing

and thinks another.

Who?

Marguerite--

the girl we were talking about.

Marguerite.

What is her other name?

Gautier.

Not that it's her real name.

She had some sort of
very common name, I hear,

when she came to Paris.

There's no use
boring you about her.

A friend of mine is giving
a small party tonight,

if you'd care to come.

I detest parties.
Oh.

Thank you for a very charming
entr'acte, my dear.

Will I see you again?

I should think it
very likely, sometime.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Good evening.

I hope I don't intrude.

No. You're very welcome, baron.

I was delighted when
I saw that you were alone.

Oh, monsieur. I'm so sorry
I kept you waiting.

I had to go to 2 shops

before I found
your marrons glaces.

Well, it doesn't matter.
I'm in no hurry.

But since nothing but
marrons glaces would do,

these are very fresh.
Would monsieur try one?

Thank you.

Thank you, monsieur.

Coachman wishes meto remind
monsieur Le baron

there are 4 horses to manage,
and they're getting restless.

Very well.

I must go.

Well...

I think I'll change my mind

and take you with me.

The doctors warned me
against Russia.

But Russia isn't cold in summer.

Even so, the trip
will be too much for me.

I should get tired,
I should get ill again,

and you'll be bored.

Now, what shall I give you
to remember me by?

You can't give me
the only thing I'd like.

What's that?

A tear.

You're not sorry
enough I'm going.

Oh, but I am sorry.

Is there anything I can
do for you before I go?

Yes. I'm going to
an auction this afternoon.

I would like to buy
a pair of horses.

But I just gave you a pair.

Yes, but these horses
belonged to my friend,

Jeannie clevais,
who died a few weeks ago,

and, well, I know she'd
like me to have her horses.

What of it if
you don't need them?

Olympe wants them.

She always wants
everything I want,

and I just don't want
her to have them.

Are you really as jealous
of Olympe as all that?

I don't believe it.

I'll be Frank with you.

I want clevais's horses

because I want the coachman,

and he'd be miserable
without the horses.

Oh, he must be
very young and handsome.

Oh, no. He's quite old.
He's older than Nanine,

but, um...Well,

he needs someone
to take care of him,

and I know Olympe won't.

So much heart
and so little sense.

Ha ha!

Now, I shall take a good look
at your new coachman

when I come back.

Ha ha! Thank you.

Now good-bye.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Keep an eye on her, Nanine.

Auctioneer: 2,240...

For this magnificent pair
of chestnuts.

Ladies and gentlemen,

there's not a finer pair
in the all of France.

Why, they're worth
5,000 at least!

2,500.

Bid, Nanine.
3,000.

3,000.

Auctioneer: 3,000!

So that's what you came for!
I might have known it!

3,100 francs.

3,750.

Man: 4,000!

Auctioneer: 4! 4,000!

4,000 for this
fine pair of chestnuts,

which is easily worth 7!

Oh, that's too much.

Of course it is.
Don't bid any more.

I won't.
4,100!

Auctioneer: 4,100!

4,500!

Man: 5,000.

Auctioneer: 5! 5,000!
5,000!

5,000 francs for this
magnificent pair of chestnuts.

Ladies and gentlemen,

they can be sold any day for 10!

5,100!

6,000.

6,000!

Auctioneer: 6,000!

6,000! 6,000 francs!

6,000 francs!

Ladies and gentlemen, once...

Twice!

Ladies and gentlemen,

sold at 6,000 francs!

Well, ha ha!

I hope they don't
run away and kill you.

I hear they're none too safe.

You go down and settle

with the auctioneer, Nanine.

Tell the old coachman

we'll take him with the horses.

You really have
a heart, Marguerite.

Yes. It's going to cost her
a lot before she's through.

I hope mine never
gets that soft.

Don't worry. It won't.

It's a great mistake
for any woman

to have a heart
bigger than her purse.

Ha ha! Prudence,
did you invite him

to my party tomorrow night?

I thought the baron
disliked parties.

Baron won't be there to be
bored with my friends.

Have you quarreled?

Not yet, but don't
give up hope, Olympe.

Au revoir.

Nichette.

Marguerite!

How well you look, how happy.

Must be love.

It is.

Still the same young man?

Of course.

And just think, Marguerite.

He talks of our getting married

just as soon as he's
passed his examinations

and is a real lawyer.

You seem to think
that's very fine of him.

But of course I do.

After all, I've no dowry,

and he's a gentleman
and educated.

Even so, why should
the mention of marriage

go to your head?

But, Marguerite,
it's ideal to love

and to marry the one you love.

Ha ha! I have
no faith in ideals.

Amuse yourself if you wish,

but, remember,
you can always do better

than a penniless young lawyer.

I never want to do
better than Gustave.

Well, well.

Time changes our minds
as well as our hearts.

Perhaps you won't go on
being a little goose always.

Only come and see me
now and then.

Remember, you're
my oldest friend in Paris.

I will, Marguerite, soon.

I often think of those days

we worked together
in the linen shop.

Oh, I'm so glad to see you today

and that you're looking so well.

I always look well
when I'm near death.

Au revoir.

Armand Duval.

Where are my marrons glaces?

I ate them, madame,
6 months ago.

Ha ha!
What a pity.

However, I'm glad
of this opportunity

of returning something
belonging to you.

Yes?

I found it on the floor
when I came back.

And you kept it with you
all this time?

Yes.

Always with you?

Always with me,
like an old friend,

to remind me that I'm not
the baron de Varville.

Hmm. It's not a very
romantic reason.

No. I kept it as
a warning against romance.

How sensible.

Has it made you very cynical?

Yes, very.

Is that why you've
never taken the trouble

to call on me?

Perhaps.

I'm sorry.
One needs friends.

Nanine: Well, I've been
looking for you.

Oh, monsieur.

You can see for yourself
she's quite well again.

Oh, no, Nanine.

Well, or would be

if she took proper
care of herself.

Why do you think my health

would interest
monsieur Duval, Nanine?

Because he came every day
when you were ill

to ask how you were
and to leave flowers.

He's the one?

Tell her yourself, monsieur.

He just said a friend,
so I thought--

all right, Nanine.
Wait for me downstairs.

Yes, madame.

Monsieur.

You might have asked
to have seen me.

Well, I knew there were
so many others.

There were no others--none--

during all those weeks

the doctors thought I might die.

Not even the baron de Varville?

Baron de Varville

chose to be in England
at the time.

No. You were the only one

that took the trouble
to ring my bell.

But now...

Oh, now I'm well again,
and all goes merrily.

Would you care
to come to a party

I'm giving tomorrow night?

It's my birthday.

Aren't you afraid

you're not strong enough yet
to give parties?

Oh, I'm afraid of nothing
except being bored.

It's supper after the theater.

Thank you.
I'll come with pleasure

and bring this little book
as a birthday present.

Have you read it?

I never read anything.
What is it?

Manon Lescaut.

Who was she?

A beautiful girl who lived
for love and pleasure.

It's a beautiful color.
It should be a very good story.

Yes, it is, but it's rather sad.

She dies in the end.

Well, then I'll keep it,
but I won't read it.

I don't like sad thoughts.

However, we all die,

so perhaps this will
be sold again someday

at an auction after my death.

I thought you didn't
like sad thoughts.

I don't, but they come sometime.

Au revoir, monsieur Duval.

Good-bye.

Marguerite, my child.

Yes.

Are we waiting
for someone, my dear,

or are we just
waiting for supper?

Both.

I was so afraid
you wouldn't come.

Here's the book I promised you.

Thank you.

We were just about to sit down.

Will you come, all?

Prudence: Oh,
I remember you, young man.

You're the bogus baron.

Tactful as always, prudence.

You may all sit where you wish.

Oh, thank you so much.

Now, I'm going to sit
next to Gaston,

and you sit over here.

Thank you so much.

Oh, Marguerite!

How charming this table looks.

And how are you
this evening, madame?

Very well, and
how are you, monsieur?

Oh, ha ha! Good gracious!
Listen to them.

Why so formal?

Why not? This is
a very elegant soiree.

Well, elegant or not,

if I'm going to enjoy my supper,

I've got to take off
these tight shoes.

Help me, Gaston.

Can't you manage
to hold it a little higher?

There! Ha ha!

Ooh!

Oh! Ha ha ha!

What are those little
fellas on that dish?

Waiter:
Partridges, madame.

Put some on my plate.

Some? How many do you think
you're going to get?

Partridges are
not oysters, you know.

Well, they don't look
much bigger than oysters.

Ah, ha ha ha!

Prudence:
What's the joke?

The funniest story

I've ever heard
in my life. Ha ha!

Olympe: I shall die!

Man: Oh, tell me! Tell me!

Come here, closer.

Ha ha ha ha!

Woman:
Oh, tell me!

Prudence: Oh, no.
Tell me!

Well, no fair.
Tell us all.

Woman:
Oh! Aaah!

Ha ha ha!

Oh, oh!

Oh!

Ho ho!

Tell me the story, Gaston.

Oh, I know what's coming.

Oh!But you go on.

Oh, I want to laugh, too.

Tell me the story.

Gaston: All right.
I'll tell you,

but you've probably
heard it before.

It's as old as prudence.

What's that about my being old?

I said the story was
as old as you are.

I'm 36.

Drink your wine, Armand.

He's as sad as a drinking song.

What's the matter?
Are you shocked?

Well, no, certainly not,

only I know all Gaston's jokes.

In fact, I told him
most of them.

But I'd sooner they weren't
repeated at your table.

Oh, come, come.

You must remember,

I'm not a colonel's daughter

just out of the convent.

Woman: ♪ la la la la ♪

Man: Bravo! Bravo!

Olympe: Oh!

I do this better than anybody!

Nobody can do it
as well as I can!

Man: Bravo!

Olympe: Slower there, Charles.
You're going too fast!

You're getting tired.

If you don't stop
playing that thing,

Olympe will drop dead.

She can't keep that up forever.
She's not so young.

Faster! I'm just getting
into the mood! Whoo!

You'll drop, dear.

Well, go ahead and drop.
I don't care.

♪ Da da da ♪

Sit beside me, dear.

I'm not tired.

I appreciate you,
I do. I love you!

I love you!

Oh, don't please go away.

I adore you.

Marguerite: Play
a waltz, Charles.

I don't want to play a waltz.
I want to play a polka.

Very well.
Play a polka.

Dance with me, Gaston!
Dance, everybody!

♪ Ia la da da da da ♪

Oh, it's you.

What's happened?
You look ill, too.

Well, it's...

It's seeing you
like this, suffering.

That's nothing.

It lasts only a minute.

You're killing yourself.

If I am, you're the only
one who objects.

Now, why don't you
go back and dance

with one of those pretty girls?

Oh, ha ha!

Come.

I'll go with you.

What a child you are.

Your hand's so hot.

Is that why you put tears on it?

To cool it?

Oh, I know I don't mean
anything to you.

I don't count.

But someone ought
to look after you,

and I could if you'd let me.

Too much wine has
made you sentimental.

It wasn't wine that
made me come here

every day for months
to find out how you were.

No. That couldn't
have been wine.

So you really like
to take care of me?

Yes.

All day, every day?

All day, every day.
Why not?

Ha ha!

Why should you care
for a woman like me?

I'm always nervous or
sick or sad or too gay.

But I do care for you.

You know what you should do?

You should get married.

Now, come, come.

You're young and sensitive.

The sort of company
you're in tonight

doesn't suit you at all.

Nor you.

Nonsense. These are
the only friends I have,

and I'm no better than they are.

However...

I've given you
some very good advice.

Now let's go back.

Ha ha!

Oh...

What on earth am I
going to do with you?

No one has ever loved you
as I love you.

That may be true,
but what can I do about it?

You should go away
and not see me anymore.

But don't go in anger.

Now, why don't you
laugh at yourself a little

as I laugh at myself
and come and talk to me

once in a while
in a friendly way?

That's too much and not enough.

Don't you believe
in love, Marguerite?

I don't think I know what it is.

Oh, thank you.

For what?

For never having been in love.

Oh, ha ha!
How funny.

Ha ha!

That's right.
Laugh at me.

Perhaps your laughter
will cure me.

Nothing else seems to.

I believe you're
Sincere, at least.

After all, when one
may not have long to live,

why shouldn't one have fancies?

You see, I'm not
laughing anymore.

Take this and come back
to me when it dies.

How soon will that be?

Tomorrow night.

Look.

It's dead already now.

No. That's impossible.

Nothing's impossible.
Send those people away.

I can't.

Then I will. I'll tell
them you're ill.

It's true.
You're too ill

to talk with anyone
but me tonight.

If they go, you must go, too.

What?

Yes. Come back later alone.

Something has happened
in here tonight.

Go in the other room,

and I'll have Nanine
get rid of you all.

You're not just sending me

for some marrons glaces
again, are you?

How do I know you'll
let me in when I come back?

There.

You can let yourself in
when you come back.

You're an angel.

I won't go.
I can't.

Marguerite Gautier.

Gaston: Stretch your legs,
ladies!

Remember, the hat's
full of money,

and the one kicking it
out of my hand gets it all!

Out of my way, everybody!

Man: Ha ha!

Olympe: Get back!

I don't have to run a mile

to get my leg up.

Let me try!

Oh, ho ho!

Try again.

Madame prudence.

Madameprudence!

Hello.
Hello, Nanine.

Madame is very sorry,

but she must
send everybody away.

Oh, what a pity.

Just when we were having
such a good time, too.

Bad news, everybody.
Party's over.

All: What?

Marguerite wants us to go home.

She started to cough
while she was dancing.

I saw that she was ill.

Oh, she's always ill

when anybody's having fun.

What's the matter?
Did she drink too much?

Don't be a cat, Olympe.
Well, it's late anyhow.

Let's go somewhere else!

Let's goto my place!

I want to keep trying
till I kick it.

What about something to eat?

I'm just beginning
to be hungry again.

Come get some food!

Help yourself, everybody!

Don't forget the cheese!

Somebody bring the cheese!

Follow me!

But I thought you wanted
your hair done.

I do. Have they been gone long?

Just about half an hour.

Yes, sir. Nanine,
you tell the servants

to go to bed.

They've gone,

but I fixed supper
for the two of you.

Oh, good, Nanine.

Darling Nanine!
Perfect Nanine!

Hurry up.

Good evening, my dear.

Good evening.

You've lost no time

in celebrating
my departure, I see.

So, you didn't go
to Russia after all.

I had an idea you wouldn't.

No.

You may flatter yourself.

I can't do without you.

After driving most of the day,

I turned around

and drove most
of the night back.

Baron: What's this?
More supper.

For two.

Whom were you expecting?

You. Put it there, Nanine.

I have learnt never
to believe a man

when he says he's leaving town.

Won't you have something to eat?

I'm not hungry.

Then drink something.

Come and drink with me.

I'm not thirsty.

I am.

Many happy returns.

Thank you.

Oh! This part is so difficult.

I hate all the sharps.

I'm afraid your
mind's not on it.

You know very well

I've never been
able to play it...

But you play it beautifully.

My one merit.

Won't you play it for me?

Aren't you tired?
It's very late,

probably wishing I'd go home.

Please play.

Oh, good, Nanine.

Bolt the door.

If the doorbell rings,
don't answer it.

No. I won't.

Have you two
finished whispering?

I'm sorry.

I was just giving
Nanine some orders.

I don't doubt it.

Now play nicely.

Ha ha!
Ha ha!

Someday I shall get
temperamental and object

when doorbells ring
while I'm trying to play.

Did the doorbell ring?

Does my music shut out
the rest of the world for you?

Ha ha ha!

Yes. You play beautifully.

You lie beautifully.

Thank you. That's
more than I deserve.

Oh, ho ho!

It's not half as much
as you deserve, my dear.

Ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha!

I'll see who it is.

No.
I'll tell you...

Yes?

But you won't believe me.

No, I won't.
Who is it?

I might say

that there is someone
at the wrong door...

Ha ha ha!

Or...The great
romance of my life!

The great romance of your life!

Ha ha ha! Charming.

That might have been.

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha!

Let your godmother

take your veil now,
Marie Jeanette.

Oh, no, just a moment.

I want one more look at her--

the way she looked when
she made her first communion.

God keep you always
so pure and happy, my child.

Come. Come and sit down.

Amen.

And now, children...

On this happy occasion,

I ask you all to rise

and drink a toast
to the happiness of this family.

Man: To health and happiness.

Health and happiness.

And now may I propose
the happiness

of my dear sister

and my dear friend,
Louise and Valentin,

who have known each
other from childhood

and are soon to be man and wife?

Louise and Valentin.

Thank you, thank you.

Now, maman, you must
go in for your nap.

Take my arm, maman.

Such a happy day!

Well, my boy,
I'm glad you got down,

even though you weren't in time

to go with us to the church.

I'm afraid I came

for a purely selfish
reason, father.

Oh, you in debt?

No, no, no.
It isn't that.

In love?

Wrong again.

Well, what then?

I want to travel.

Where?

Armand: Oh, anywhere,
everywhere.

I'm tired of waiting around

for the foreign office
to give me a post,

and besides,
if I ever do get one,

the more I know of
the world, the better.

Well, it mightn't be a bad idea.

Your income won't
let you go very far

in any great style.

I could use some
of the principal.

You'll do nothing of the sort.

Your grandfather's legacy
mustn't be touched.

However, I have a few
thousand francs I can spare.

You mean, you'll
give me the money?

Why not? I don't know
where else you'd get it.

You're not such a bad son.

When do you want to start?

At once.
If I get back

to Paris tomorrow,
the next morning.

Well...

We're ready, Marguerite.

But we planned to
go to the theater.

Why aren't you dressed?

I've changed my mind, prudence.

Oh, come now.
Get dressed. I'll wait.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Look. How do you spell apology?

Good gracious.
How should I know?

I'm no scholar.

Even so, you've been
living in Paris.

6 years ago, I couldn't
even write my own name.

Here's a letter which just came.

Oh.

Perhaps Nanine knows
how to spell apology.

She asked me that
once before today.

Is it the same apology?

Oh, don't bother.
It isn't necessary now.

Well, if that young man
has made you unhappy,

he's the one whoshould
spell apology.

Oh!

It's all my fault.

He's going away, prudence.

Oh...Stuff and nonsense!

He won't go.
They never do.

No. I think he means it...

And perhaps it's better.

But he had no right to
write such things to me.

Of course he didn't!

Now come along.
Let's go to the theater.

Yes, but first you'll
stop at his place

and find out if
he's really going away.

Yes.

Why on earth...

Does anyone live 4 flights up?

You come with a message?

Yes. I better sit down...

Before I can talk.

From mademoiselle Gautier?

Yes.
Girl's a fool.

She wants to know

if you're really starting out
to see the world,

as you wrote heryesterday.

Yes, it's true.

I'm leaving in the morning.

Good.

You and Marguerite
are safer apart.

Prudence: Didn't I tell you
to wait in the carriage?

Oh, so you really are
going away, Armand Duval.

Yes.

Uh, wait down in the carriage

yourself, prudence.

Oh, very well, since
I'm not wanted here.

He--

no. I think I better stay.

I think you'd better not.

Hmm!

Oh!

Oh, don't, Marguerite!

You haven't got much time
if you want it back.

Oh, don't!
Don't, Marguerite!

Don't! Don't!

Oh!

Oh, what a girl!

What a tease!

Uh! Oh!

You wrote me an unkind letter.

Well, what did you expect?

I saw the baron's carriage.

You were jealous.

Of course.

Well, then you do right
in going away.

No. What does it matter
whether I go or stay?

I played the fool again,

and you've probably been
laughing at me ever since.

I didn't laugh at all.

I was angry because you dared
write such things to me,

but I didn't laugh.

You should have known
it was because I loved you.

You know, once
I had a little dog,

and he always looked
sad when I was sad,

and I loved him so.

And when your tears
fell on my hand,

I loved you, too, all at once.

Oh, there are things
that you wouldn't understand,

so that's why--

who's that pretty girl?

My sister Louise.

Oh.

And the other one?

Another sister.

And that's
your mother, isn't it?

Yes.

How happy she looks.

Does your father
love her very much?

Of course.

Why, they must have
been married a long time.

Nearly 30 years.

And they loved each other
all that time?

Yes. You sound as though
you didn't believe it.

No. It's hard to believe

that there's such happiness
in this world.

Marguerite...

Now you've put tears on my hand.

Why?

You will never love me 30 years.

No one will.

I'll love you all my life.

I know that now.

All my life.

Sleepyhead.

I wasn't asleep.

I was dreaming.

Yes?

Of you.

And?

We were in the country,
alone, far away.

Oh, I wish we were.

Marguerite...

Let me take you to the country.

Yes.
Any day you like.

No, no. I mean, let me
take you for a long time,

until you're well
and strong again.

Oh, what nonsense.

Why is it nonsense?

Because it costs money
to go to the country.

I have money.

Yes?
How much?

7,000 francs a year.

Hmm. I spend more
than that in a month,

and I've never been
too particular

where it came from,
as you probably know.

Shh. Don't say such things.

Well, it's true.

Give up the baron.

I must give you up.

I've told you before
that you should forget me.

So you go on your trip
around the world

and put me out of your mind.

Hmm.

I thought I meant
something to you.

You mean too much already.

But you're young,
and your life is before you.

You know what mine
has been already.

It doesn't matter.

Doesn't it?

Marguerite...

You need love more than
you need money just now.

You need careeven more
than love.

I can take such good care of you

if you let me.

You wouldn't be happy with me.

No. Probably not.

Nor you with me.

I'll leave Paris today.

I was only thinking
of you, my dear.

I wasn't thinkingof myself,
really.

Then come to
the country with me.

Well, if I should
for a little while,

will you promise
not to be jealous

and not to think things
that will make you miserable?

Yes, I promise.

Swear?

I swear not to be
jealous if you...

If?

If you swear not to
see the baron again.

Oh, you see.

You'll only torture yourself.

But if you swear...

One hour from now,

you'll ask me to swear
about something else.

You can't besensible, Armand.

It's true.
I can't.

I want too much.

So do I.

How can one change
one's entire life

and build a new one
on one moment of love?

And yet that's what

you make me want
to close my eyes and do.

Then close your eyes
and say yes.

I command it.

Yes.
Yes, yes, yes.

I'm going to tell him that I...

I love somebody else...

I'm going to the country
for the summer

and that...

I'm never going
to see him again.

Prudence:
Are you crazy?

You may be a fool, but I thought

you were an honest
girl, at least.

It's because she's honest

that she's telling the baron

that she'sthrough with him.

What about the money she owes?

Who's going to pay it?

I always knew
you'd ruin yourself

and everybody else
who ever trusted you.

How dare you say
such things about her?

It's true! Doesn't she
owe me, me personally,

more than 17,000 francs?

And do you think
I'd let her leave Paris

without having the law
on her unless she pays?

I'm going to the country,
just the same.

And what do you
think will happen

when the rest of your
creditors hear about it

and come down on
Armand Duval for your debts?

They couldn't do that.

Wait and see.

They'll be after you in a pack.

Pretty holiday you'll have.

Oh...

Why can't anything
ever be perfect once?

What shall I do, prudence?

You can ask the baron
for money for your debts.

Now that I'm going to leave him?

You don't have to tell him
everything, do you?

Nanine:
She's right, madame.

If you've really set your heart
on going to the country,

you've got to get some money
from someone, somehow.

What is the matter with
you anyway, Marguerite?

Have you suddenly become
a sentimental schoolgirl?

There's the baron now.

The sooner this matter
is settled, the better.

Prudence:
Oh, my dear baron.

Hail and farewell.

Psst.

I do hope you will encourage
this new plan of Marguerite's.

A few months in the country

would do her a world of good.

I know the doctor insists on it.

Really?

Yes. She'll tell you
about it herself.

I don't doubt it.

Busy?

Hello.

Don't you think these accounts
are in beautiful order?

Beautiful.

Do you think me
very businesslike?

Very.

But why?

I decided that these bills
ought to be paid.

I owe 40,000 francs.

Will you lend me the money?

No.

Oh, but what will I do?

Come to Russia with me,

and you can have as
much money as you want.

If you are my friend,

why won't you lend me
the money anyway?

Because then you might have
no further use for me.

Ha ha!

Well, I don't think
you're very generous.

Prudence tells me

you plan to go to
the country this summer.

Prudence is a chatterbox.

Living quietly 2 or 3 months
in the country, alone,

obeying your doctor's orders,

sounds an admirable idea,

but extremely unlike you.

What can you do about it?

I can deliberately
put you out of my mind.

Why should you?

It's become a question
of either avoiding you

or taking you outof this life
altogether.

Ha ha! What will
you do with me--

lock me up
in that gloomy chateau

you've got somewhere?

I might.

Ha ha ha!

No one has to tell me
you found a playmate

for this rustic holiday
of yours.

It's in your face.

But my consolation is
I'm well rid of such a fool.

Here's the 40,000
francs you need,

but this is my last act
of consideration.

If ever we meet again, it will
be on a different basis.

I never make
the same mistake twice.

Thank you.

Down! Quiet! Quiet!

Let her sleep.

Oh, no.

You look after
the other luggage.

I'll take care
of these jewels myself.

Yes, madame.

Thank you.

Huh.

Not very big.

It's not very grand.

It's heaven.

Ohh...

Madame, are you ill?

No. Why should I be ill?

Because you're awake

at this early hour
in the morning.

I'm not ill.

I'm awake, and I want
to get up, Nanine.

Am I dreaming?
Are we really here?

Uh, we are, indeed,

and if I'm not mistaken,

you'll soon wish you were back

in your comfortable
house in Paris.

Monsieur should have known that.

This place is nothing but a hut!

There are no gaslights,
and you have to fetch

every drop of water
from a reservoir

and heat iton the stove.

Can't sleep at night
on account of the birds,

and before sunup,
there was a big noise

like more birds, only worse.

Chickens, I suppose.

Oh, and as for the linen
on the beds,

it's so coarse
I scratched all night.

Oh, and I never slept
better in my life, Nanine.

How far is it to the inn where
monsieur Duval is staying?

How should I know, madame?

Now, come, Nanine.

He said he'd be over
early this morning.

Oh? And I'm so hungry, too.

Ahh! What delicious air!

What a heavenly room!

Good heavens!
You scared me!

Can't you knock properly?

Not when I've got me hands full.

Besides, a wooden shoe
makes a better noise

than your bare knuckles.

Good morning, madame.

Good morning.

The young gentleman said
that you would have milk

fresh from the cow
for your breakfast.

Madame likes coffee
for her breakfast.

No, no, Nanine.
Not in the country.

I like milk better.

At 10:00, when it's time for
you to have another bite,

I'll do you a couple
of nice fresh eggs.

What kind of cows do you keep?

Jersey.

I thought so.
They give the best milk.

What do you feed them?

Plenty of red clover,
hay, and bran mash.

Oh, that's silly. The cows get
all the grass they need now.

The main thing is not to
let them run their feet off.

If they want to run,
you've got to let them run.

Oh, no, you don't.

I'll take them out
walking myself someday,

and I'll show you
how to manage them.

Tired?

Only nicely tired.

Let's go as far
as the top of the hill

and see what's beyond.

Yes.

I don't care
what's behind. Do you?

No.

Look!

Oh, what a fine sight
in this light.

It looks like
a castle of a king.

Yes.

When I was a little girl,

I always wanted to see
what a great chateau

looked like inside.

Oh, you are tired.

Oh, I'm not used to
long country walks yet.

Hello!

Good evening.

Good evening, monsieur.

Are you going any distance?

As far as the village, monsieur.

Good. Would you drive us
part of the way?

With pleasure, monsieur, madame.

Thank you.

We went much further
than we realized.

Ohh...

Thank you.

By the way, whose
chateau is that?

You must be strangers here,

or you'd know it
belongs to my master,

the baron de Varville.

Marguerite:
Nanine? Nanine?

Shh! Put the pail down.

I'll carry it for you
in a moment.

Hasn't any letter
come for me yet?

No, madame.

Well, take this book,

and if it comes while
I'm with monsieur Armand,

put it in between the leaves

and send me the book by Jacques.

Very well, madame.

This is something
monsieur Armand

must not know about.

Nanine: Yes, madame.

Well, give me the book.

I'll explain to Jacques myself.

She has some
good reason, monsieur.

Yes, I'm sure of that.

Oh, there you are.

Ah! Isn't it
the most beautiful day?

Is it so beautiful?

Well, the birds have noticed it.

Why so silent?

Why not?

Let's sit down here.

Ah! How good the earth smells.

It's better than any perfume.

Look.

Look, I found
a four-leaf clover.

That's my first good luck.

You know, when I was little,

I used to hunt
for them everywhere

thinking they would
change everything.

Why so gloomy?

If you'll smile,
I'll give it to you.

No. You keep it.
It's yours.

Jacques:
Excuse me.

This is the book that
madame was looking for.

Oh, yes.
Thank you, Jacques.

So you're reading
Manon Lescaut after all.

Yes.

No.
I won't let you.

Why not?

Because she was
unscrupulous and faithless,

a liar and a cheat.

Well, you used to like her.

After all, she'd
loved him just the same.

Ah, he was no better
than she was

to share her love with others.

Beggars can't be choosers.

Then she shouldn't have
chosen to love a poor man.

Armand, you're hurting me.

Give me that book.

Here's the letter
you were expecting.

Read it.

So, you've been
selling your jewelry.

Only a ring,
so Nichette could have

a wedding dress
and a small dowry.

Forgive me.

Don't I always when
you are jealous?

Oh, you're an angel.

Why...

Why don't we give Nichette
a real wedding here?

May I?

Of course.

Let's write Nichette this moment

and tell her we'll give her
a proper wedding.

Will you come and spell
the hard words for me?

Priest: With this ring,
I thee wed.

Gustave: With this ring,
I thee wed.

And I plight unto thee my troth.

And I plight unto thee my troth.

Amen. With this ring,
I thee wed.

Nichette: With
this ring, I thee wed.

And I plight unto thee my troth.

And I plight unto thee my troth.

Priest: Amen.

Oh! Congratulations,
my boy!

Oh! My dear!

Oh, what a pity all Paris
can't see that dress.

It's the prettiest one we've
ever turned out of the shop.

Oh, congratulations!

Why is everybody crying?

Man: Mademoiselle.

Prudence: Oh!
Wasn't it beautiful?

Wasn't it all beautiful?

Who are you?

I'm the butcher, madame.

Darling Marguerite.

Darling.

Oh, thank you.
Thank you so much.

My little Nichette.

You've made me feel
like a Princess,

with a fine wedding gown
and a dowry

and such a beautiful,
beautiful wedding.

Armand: I must
kiss the bride, too.

And I the happy bridegroom.

Ready at last.
Come along, come along!

Don't hurry me.

Oh! Wine used to go to my head
and make me gay,

and now it goes to my legs
and makes me old.

Gaston: Get along.
Get along. Good-bye.

Good-bye.

What did you and prudence

have your heads together
about so long?

I won't tell you yet.

Of course she thinks
you're a fool

for wasting yourself on me.

Perhaps you are.

What did Gaston mean by
an appointment you'd lost?

Oh, it was nothing.

Some chap was given a post
by the foreign office

that Gaston seemed to think
I might have wanted.

Are you sure you didn't?

Yes, quite sure.

It would have meant
my leaving France.

Shall we...

Shall we go inside?

We might go to
the top of the hill.

Look at the baron's chateau?

Now...Are you going
to spoil a day like this

by being jealous?

No, of course not.
Only...

I always know he's there.

But I'm always here.

Don't ever leave me.

I never will.

But you...

I can't bear our summer
to end, Marguerite.

Nor I.

Could you go on
living like this?

I couldn't live
any other way now.

Listen, I've written my father

asking him to turn
my money over to me.

Oh, why?

So I can make plans
for our future.

And you won't have to live

in 2 rooms 5 flights up
like Nichette, either.

You'll have a little house

and a garden all your own.

I'm leaving for Paris tomorrow

to see the lawyer who made
my grandfather's will.

Do you know what
I asked prudence

to do tomorrow?

No. What?

Sell everything, pay everything,

so I could take a flat
like Nichette's

with what I have left.

Really? You mean you'd
give up everything for me?

Everything in the world.
Everything.

Never be jealous again.

Never doubt I love you
more than the world,

more than myself.

Then...

Marry me.

What?

I married you today.

Every word the priest said
was meant for us,

and in my heart, I made
all the vows to you.

And I to you.

Then...

No, no.
That isn't fitting.

Let me love you,
let me live for you,

but don't let me ask

any more from heaven than that.

God might get angry.

Oh, why does anybody
want to keep bees anyhow?

They're so fickle.

If they want to fly away,
let them fly away!

They will fly away when
they get the swarming fever,

unless we make so much noise

they'll stop
and settle down again.

They're going to settle
in that tree. Look.

Nanine: Every time
I eat a mouthful of honey,

I'll think what loons
we look doing this.

Who knows the bee song?
All together, now.

♪ ...Buzz, buzz, they're singing
to each other there ♪

♪ Buzz, buzz, they're singing
in the peach and pear ♪

♪ I'll show you where ♪

♪ Sing, let our singing
fill the summer air ♪

♪ The bees are winging
to the peach and pear ♪

♪ Buzz, buzz, they're singing on
the peach and pear ♪

♪ Ouch, ouch,
they're stinging... ♪

Please don't be mad, monsieur.

Did you want to see someone?

Mademoiselle Gautier?

Yes?

I was told at the inn
that I'd find my son here.

Your son?

Armand Duval.

Oh...

Yes. Armand Duval
is very often here,

but he's in Paris today.

Do you wish to come in?

Thank you.

I'm sorry your son
isn't here, monsieur.

Well, it's just as well.

I didn't look forward
to seeing him

with any pleasure
under the circumstances.

As a matter of fact,
I'm glad to be able

to talk to you
directly and frankly.

You see, I know what's
been going on here.

Of course, you don't
think me worthy of your son.

You're right, I'm not.

No. No woman is worthy
of a man's love

who's willing to let him
ruin himself for her,

as you're doing.

I don't know what you've
heard, but it isn't true.

Armand has told me himself

that he wants to take
his modest fortune

out of my hands at once.

The reason is obvious, isn't it?

Can you deny he wants
the money for you?

Whatever the reason,

I hope you won't let him
have it, monsieur.

I wish I could believe
you were Sincere.

A few years ago,
I lived on bread and soup.

I can manage very well

without taking anything
from Armand.

I still say what I
came here to say--

this thing must end at once.

You might as well save
your breath, monsieur.

How long have you
known Armand, madame?

3 months and 12 days, monsieur.

3 months and 12 days.

And how long do you expect
this thing to last?

You've never known love
to last, monsieur?

Never, when it was
unsanctified by marriage,

unblessed by children
or social ties.

I shall love Armand always,

and I believe he shall
love me always, too.

Always?

Always.

Hasn't your own
experience taught you

the human heart
can't be trusted?

I think I know my own heart

better than you can, monsieur,

and I can trust it
not to change.

No woman unprotected as you are

can afford to give
the best years of her life

to a man who,
when he leaves her,

will leave her with nothing

and who is certain
to leave her in the end.

I don't suppose
you can understand

how any woman...

Unprotected, as you say I am,

can be lifted above
self-interest

by a sentiment
so delicate and pure

that she feels only humiliation

when you speak of such things.

I realize now that you do
love him unselfishly,

but even so,
I say it can't go on.

But it will go on!

Armand is a young man
with his way to make,

with a career waiting for him,

and in his case, he can't
serve his best interests

by being tied to a woman

he can't present to
his family or his friends.

Armand is no different
than other men.

Oh, come, madame, be honest.

Haven't you found him different?

Haven't youfound him

more sensitive, more loyal,

or am I prejudiced
because I'm his father?

No.

I know Armand is different.

And so you see,

as long as Armand loves you,

he'll not enter rooms
that you can't.

But a man can go back.

He can always go back.

Monsieur...

Suppose I told you

I have a feeling
I shan't live very long?

Well, then I'd scold you

for being fanciful
and a little foolish.

What you probably feel

is the melancholy of happiness,

that mood that
comes over all of us

when we realize that
even love can't remain

at flood tide forever.

Without Armand, I'm doomed.

With him, you're both doomed.

Without a profession of
any sort, what can he do?

Unless he sinks so low,

he's willing to let
some other man

foot the bills
for his life with you.

You don't know Armand.
You wouldn't say that.

No one knows the man
he might become

if he loses his self-respect,

but I think that's
too high a price

to pay even for love.

I want Armand to enjoy life,
not to be sacrificed to it.

You see, my son is as dear to me

as he possibly can be to you.

Yes, but you have others
who are dear to you.

I have only Armand.

You don't know how I've changed,

and he taught me that love
is not always selfish,

nor goodness dull,
nor men faithless.

No, no. You can't
expect me to give up

such love as his.

Think what's bestfor him.

Think what you'd want for him
if he were your own son.

Then think how you're killing

his right to a normal life.

Try to realize

that everything you're
ashamed of in your own past

would only taint his future.

You tell me that you love him.

I believe you.

That's why I'm able
to stand here,

a man who's getting old,

and ask this great
sacrifice of you,

as humbly as I'd ask
a great favor of a queen.

I can give you nothing in return

except my thanks and my respect.

Please, give him up.

What shall I do?

Talk to him.

Tell him he must leave you.

I have talked.

Duval:
Leave him.

He'd follow me.

Tell him you don't love him.

He wouldn't believe me.

No...

I know only one way.

But I shan't tell you
what it is.

Oh!

I knew I was too happy.

What are you going to do?

Don't let yourself
think of that.

I'll send him back
to you tonight.

How can I ever repay you

for all you're doing for me?

Make no mistake, monsieur.

Whatever I do,
it's nothing for you.

It's all for Armand.

I thank you just the same,

and I shall never forget

what I and my family owe you.

Good-bye, monsieur.

Don't reproach yourself.

You've done only

what Armand's father
should have done.

Only don't let him know it.

He might hate you.

And I don't want
that to happen...

Because he shall need

all the courage and
comfort you can give him

for a long time, I think.

God bless you,
Marguerite Gautier.

♪ Buzz, buzz, they're singing
in the summer air ♪

♪ Buzz, buzz, they're ringing in
the peach and pear ♪

Did the gentleman go?

Why, madame, what's the matter?

I want you to take this letter

and give it to
baron de Varville yourself.

But I thought you were
so happy at last

with monsieur Duval.

I was.

I don't know what's in it,

but I know the very
thought of this one

makes you shudder.

Are you sure you want me
to take it?

Yes.

Yes.
Go now, Nanine,

and pray for me.

Pray for me that
I'll have the strength

to go through
with what I have to do.

Oh, your hands
are like ice, child.

Tell Nanine what
you're going to do.

Oh, make my love hate me.
Make him hate me.

Oh, god, help me.

Hello.
I'm back.

Oh, I didn't hear you drive up.

Why are you all dressed up?

You're not going
to a ball, are you?

No. I wish I were.

You don't know of any balls
I might be asked to, do you?

Well, if you're really serious,

I brought you an invitation.

Really?

From your friend Olympe.

There's a new gambling club
opening next month,

and she suggests
that we go together.

Where did you see Olympe?

Well, she dropped in the shop

while I was talking to
prudence about your affairs.

I didn't ask you to discuss
my affairs with prudence,

and I did ask her not
to talk to you about them.

Marguerite, you're angry.

Do--do you realize that
we're almost quarreling?

Well, everybody quarrels.

Keeps people from getting bored.

Something happened today.

What was it?
I want the truth.

Well, this morning,
the bees left the hive,

and we had to bring them back.

This afternoon,
I washed my hair.

Those are the 2 exciting
events of my day.

First time I leave you,
you change completely.

I come back to you happy,
with good news.

What do you call good news?

You've been left
a large fortune?

No, Marguerite, but I find

that I can do as I please
with my small one.

Well, don't you touch it.

Why, you'd be rich one month
and then have nothing.

If that's what you're afraid of,

you needn't worry.

We have something better
to do with this money

than play at being rich,
even for a month.

Nichette and Gustave

are already looking
for a house for us.

Ha ha! They're the sort
of people

that thinks 2 rooms wonderful,
3 rooms a mansion,

and more than 4 rooms wicked.

What's the matter?

Well, that's what I'm wondering.

Oh, darling, darling.

I'd begun to think
you didn't love me.

Well...

Perhaps I don't, really.

You don't--
Only last night...

You were ready to give up
everything for me.

Well, that was last night.

You know, people say
things they don't mean

sometimes at night.

Well, life is something
besides kisses

and promises in the moonlight.

Even you should know that.

Yes.

Wasn't one summer
all you wanted?

So, you're going to leave me.

Yes.

I could kill you for this!

I'm not worth killing, Armand.

I've loved you as much
as I could love.

If that wasn't enough...

I'm not to blame.

We don't make our own hearts.

I guess that's...

That's true.

You're no more to blame

because yours can be
faithful only a few weeks

than I am because mine
will be faithful

as long as I live.

Yes, that's how it is.

It's as if one of us
had died, Marguerite.

Suddenly I dreamed it.

Where are you going?

Baron de Varville
is expecting me.

At last, I shall see

what a great chateau
looks like inside.

Marguerite.

And this, madame,
is the newest and finest

of all the private
gambling clubs in Paris.

I hope you're impressed.

Must be a pleasure to lose money

in such a charming place.

I wonder who's here.

Everyone who's anything
to lose--or nothing.

Am I dreaming, or do I
see a flock of birds?

No. It's Olympe.

Prudence: Hello, darling.
Good evening, general.

Good evening, general.

Gaston: Well!
Tweet, tweet, tweet,

tweet, tweet, tweet,tweet--

oh!

Would anybody like an omelet?

Stop that, you nasty thing.

You'll pardon us.
The general wants to play.

So nice to have seen you.

Well, what I could
say about that one.

There's Armand Duval.

Prudence:
Armand, my boy!

Hello, prudence.

How well you're looking.

I return the compliment.

I, uh...

I think I ought to warn you,

Marguerite is coming here
tonight with the baron.

Well?

These things can't last forever.

Your little adventure
was costing Marguerite

more than she could afford.

It cost her nothing.

What a child you are.

Who do you think
furnished the money

for Marguerite's debts
before she left Paris?

And what do you think
would have happened

if she hadn't left you
when her money was gone?

And now?

The baron has promised

to put her affairs
in perfect order.

Good.

Then you don't really
hold it against her?

No. Why should I?
The past is dead.

Heaven rest its soul--
if it had one.

You have more sense than
I gave you credit for.

Hello!

Oh.

Armand, how are you?

Armand: Hello.
Hello, Gaston.

Hello. Well, when did you
get back to par--

the baron.

You've dropped your fan.

I said you've dropped your fan.

I don't feel well.
I'd like to go home.

I insist on you staying.

Come.

I'm so glad you've come, dear.

Good evening, baron.

Good evening.

Of course, you know
each other, monsieur Duval?

No.

You're late.

We went to the theater,
prudence.

What was the play?

Manon Lescaut.

Oh, yes.
The story of a man

who loved a woman more than
his honor

and a woman who wanted luxury

more than his love.

You should have found
that very entertaining.

Prudence: Isn't that
your tune, Marguerite?

Madame, you've dropped your fan.

Thank you.

Any gentleman
would have done the same.

Uh, aren't you playing, baron?

Yes. Where's the baccarat table?

Yes, Gaston, where is it?

Gaston:
Straight ahead.

I only play for high stakes.

Good. I should like
to make a fortune tonight.

Come, Marguerite.

I'd rather not play,
if you don't mind.

You can watch.

I can't watch, prudence.

Armand may lose everything,
and it's my fault.

You needn't worry, dear.

He doesn't blame you at all.

That isn't true.

His voice is too cold,

and his faceis too pale.

Man: Monsieur Le baron wins.

Can I get madame anything?

No, thank you.

Yes. Will you take a message
to monsieur Armand Duval?

Tell him I would like to
speak to him here at once.

How will I know the gentleman?

Well, he's playing
at the first table,

and he's the youngest
and the handsomest...

Man there.

I'll find him, madame.

Man: 9 on the right side wins.

Second man:
Congratulations, monsieur.

Third man: Well done, Armand.
20,000 francs.

First man: Place your bets,
gentlemen, please.

Please make your bets.

Olympe: Armand wins again,

and he drew 9 three times.

Man: Well done.
Well done.

Let it stand.

Man: You may lose it all.

Let it stand.

Good.
You owe me revenge.

Take it if you can,
only I warn you--

lucky in love, unlucky at cards.

That also means lucky
at cards, unlucky in love.

We shall see.

Make your bets,
please, gentlemen.

Card.

No card.

8.

7.

Crowd: Baccarat!

Prudence: Armand!

You've won a fortune, Armand!

Man: Make your bets,
please, gentlemen.

Pardon me.

You sent for me, madame?

Yes.

I want to beg you leave
this place at once.

Why?

Baron de Varville
is not a patient man,

and you're in the mood
to quarrel with him tonight.

Naturally,
you don't want to lose

your rich admirer.
I understand.

Your own fortunes would
fall with him.

Armand, he's not to blame
for what happened.

That I swear.

Then how could you
do what you did?

I'll tell you.

Because your heart is a thing

that can be bought and sold.

Yes, I know, you gave it
to me for a whole summer,

but when it came to a choice,

the jewels and carriages
he could give you

were worth more than
my love, my devotion,

my life.

Yes, that's true.

I'm a completely
worthless woman,

and no man should
risk his life for me.

For that reason alone,

I beg you, leave
this place at once.

I will.

I will, on one condition...

That you'll go with me.

No.

I came back to Paris

to tell you that I despise you,

and I do...

But I love you, too.

Say you'll go away with me,
and we'll forget the past.

We'll never turn back.

No, no.

I doubled my fortune
tonight at his expense,

and when that's gone, I'll work,

I'll beg, borrow...

I'll steal, but I must
be with you always.

Always.

When I hear you talk
of such a future,

I realize I'm right
in doing what I did.

Look, do you suppose

we could ever be happy together,

even if I were free
to act as I choose?

But you are free.
We're both free.

I've given a solemn promise
never to return to you.

To whom?

To someone who had
the right to ask.

To the baron de Varville?

Yes.

So you do love him.

Dare to tell me
that you love him,

you're free of me forever.

I love him.

Come in. Come in here,
all of you.

You see this woman?
You know her?

Well, then listen to
what I'm going to say.

Prudence: Armand!

I accepted her favors

because I thought she loved me.

I let her make sacrifices for me

when there were others
who had more to give.

But bear witness,
I owe her nothing.

Take it. Go on, take it!
Buy camellias,

buy diamonds, horses,
and carriages!

Buy moonlight,buy a grave!

I congratulate you, monsieur.

You know how to treat a woman

as she deserves,

like the cheat this one is.

You shall answer to me for this.

Send me word when and where.

Baron: Come, gentlemen.
Let's continue our play.

Man: Come, come, gentlemen,
the game is continuing.

Make your bets, gentlemen.
Please, make your bets.

He's safe.

Thank god.
Oh, thank god.

But the baron's wounded.

That means Armand
must flee the country

to avoid arrest.

He's already on his way.

My letter?

I'm sorry.
He sent it back.

He wouldn't open it.

Who's here we know?

Oh, there's someone now.
Come in.

Armand!

Armand Duval!
Well! Well!

Do sit down.

Well, when did you
get back to Paris?

About a week ago.

Why hasn't anyone seen you?

Where have you been anyhow?

All sorts of places.

It's a good thing
you didn't kill the baron

and have to stay away
for years instead of months.

Have you seen Marguerite?

Oh, I'm sorry.
I meant, uh...

Well...

How does Paris look
to the traveler?

The same as
it looked 6 months ago.

The same girls

singing the same song
on the same stage--

and I'm still wearing
the same dress, alas.

Don't hint. Nobody's going
to buy you a new one.

Only Marguerite isn't here.

However, I suppose
there are worse places.

I said Marguerite isn't here.

Don't shout.
We all heard you.

Do you know that
she's been ill, Armand?

Olympe: Stop teasing
Armand, Gaston.

Can't you see that
he isn't interested?

Aren't you?

No, not particularly.

Olympe: After all,
why should he be?

It's nothing new.
Marguerite is always ill

or pretending to be.

You really have a nasty
tongue, haven't you?

Why, if you mean to insinuate

that I hadn't been a good friend

of Marguerite Gautier,

ask prudence
what I've done for her.

Just ask her.

It's true.

That angel has been buying
Marguerite's things,

all of her jewelry,
one after another.

Look.

But why?

So she could raise some money.

Ever since you had
the duel with the baron,

he's refused to see her.

Shut up, Olympe. I know
more about that than you do.

Marguerite won't see the baron

or any other man
who might help her,

in spite of all
my motherly advice.

Well, that's what you say.

Only this last week,
I bought this.

Look.

Oh! You couldn't get it
for 5,000 at the jeweler's.

How much?

200 Louis.
Am I smart!

Shall we go around afterwards
and ask how she is?

No.

I couldn't.

Hello, Nanine.

Monsieur.

How is she tonight?

Oh, I don't know, monsieur.

The doctor tells me nothing.

Oh, forgive me, monsieur,
but these are bad times.

There must be
something I can do.

There's nothing anybody
can do but watch and wait.

Well, I'll watch and wait
while you get some rest.

Man: You must have
all the good cards.

You'll have to get
out of here, my men.

We're here for the benefit
of the creditors

by order of the court

to see that nothing's
taken out of the house,

and here we're going to stay.

There's a passage outside.
You can wait there instead.

This room still belongs

to mademoiselle Gautier,
you know.

Our orders
are to see--

now, you can see that nobody
goes out of that door

with a piano in his pocket
as well there as here.

Aw...
Get out.

Get out!

Lie down.

I'll call you
the minute she stirs.

Is it morning?

Yes, dear child.

Any letters?

No. It's too early
for the postman.

Who...

Who are you?

Oh.

Gaston.

Nanine's sleeping.

I made her lie down and
let me take her place

when I looked in
after the theater.

Dear Gaston.

So you've been here all night?

Well, I was thinking
of taking you for a drive

or maybe later
for a bit of lunch.

You still make me laugh.

But not today.

Some other time.

All right, another time.

How kind you are.

You know, I used to think
you were such a gay fellow

with no other thought
but for pleasure.

Forgive me.

But you were right.

Here. Drink this.

It will do you good.

Nothing will do me
good anymore, Gaston,

except Armand's return.

Armand's return?

Yes.

That's what I'm waiting for.

That's why I live.

He will come back,
won't he, Gaston?

Well, of course he'll come back.

How could he come to Paris

without coming straight to you?

Here. Drink this.

I feel better already.

It's all right, Nanine.
She's awake.

Poor Nanine.

Were you tired last night?

Oh, little madame.

Oh, that madame
prudence is here,

on her way home from a party.

I'll get rid of her.

Oh, so that's why you ran away
from us, you naughty boy.

Hello, my child.

Oh, why, I expected
to find you dying,

and you look better

than I've seen you look
for months.

How are you, anyhow?

Much better.

Well, you certainly look
better than I feel.

Oh, heavens! What worries
I've had this past week.

I couldn't by any chance

borrow some money
from you, could I?

If you don't know
how little money

there is in this
house, you should.

Well, I've simply got
to get 200 francs

from somewhere.

Now, I didn't intend
to ask you for it.

In fact, I didn't intend

popping in on you like this,

but as I passed your door,

I just remembered,you
still owe me some.

I didn't know, prudence.

I can show it to you
on my ledger.

If you look around, you'll
find my purse somewhere.

You'll see I haven't
but a few francs in the world.

Why, it's full!

A thousand francs.

Well...

I'll just help myself.

Oh, did you know
Armand Duval was in Paris?

Armand?

When did he get back?

Why, uh, almost
a week, I gather.

Gaston told him you were ill,

but he didn't seem
terribly interested.

Oh, men are funny.

Good-bye, my dear.
Good-bye, Gaston.

Good-bye.

Gaston.

Yes.

Thank you for filling my purse.

That was nothing.

Would you do me
one more favor, Gaston?

Of course.

Send for the priest.

Armand, softly:
Nanine.

Where is she?

Let me see her.
Make her see me.

Oh, my dear boy.

If you only knew
how happy, how happy...

Nanine, it's not too late?

No, no.
Let us hope not.

Let us hope you'll
make her well again.

No, no, no. Wait.

Let me prepare her first.

Madame...

I've good news, madame.

There can't be
any good news now.

But there is, only
you must be calm.

You mustn't get excited.

He's here, madame.
He's come back.

Yes...

He's back...

But he won't come to see me.

But he has come.
He's here.

He's here, madame.

He's here?

Are you telling me the truth?

Yes, yes.

Only be calm, and I'll call him.

No, no. Not yet.

He mustn't see me
like this, Nanine.

Help me to the mirror.

No! No, you mustn't think
of getting out of bed.

I'll brush my hair.
Get me some Rouge.

Help me, Nanine.

No, no. What would
the doctor say?

Oh, what does it matter?
I must look my...

Nanine...

Nanine...
I beg you, Nanine.

I must--you must
help me, Nanine.

Come on.
I beg you, Nanine.

Come on, Nanine.

Oh, I shouldn't do this.

You don't think he
cares how you look?

He knows you've been ill.

You...Always said,

"he'll come back,"
didn't you, Nanine?

Yes.

Here. Sit here.

Sit here.

There. Here are all your things.

My camellias, Nanine.
I'll even have camellias.

I'll be beautiful again

when I'll be well again,

won't I, Nanine?

Of course.

I can't wait.
Call him now, Nanine.

Call him now.

Yes.

Monsieur.

Marguerite.

Armand.

Marguerite!

Oh, it's you.

It's not a dream.

No, it's not a dream.

I'm here with you
in my arms at last.

At last.

You're weak.

No, no. I'm strong.

It's my heart.

It's not used to being happy.

Oh, how pretty you are.

I've been down there
in the street

half the night,

walking back and forth
under your window

just as I did
when I first knew you,

wanting to come up
but not daring to.

I felt so guilty.

I didn't know how ill you were.

I've been everywhere

trying to forget
how much I loved you,

and when I came back a week ago,

I was still determined
to forget you.

Forget you...

As if I could.

Forgive me.

Forgive you?

And to think,

I couldn't see into
this heart I knew so well

and see that it was
sacrificing itself for me.

No good can come to either
of us without the other.

I know that now.

I know that, too.

And nothing shall ever
separate us again.

The future is ours.
My whole life belongs to you.

I'll take you
far away from Paris

where there are
no unhappy memories

for either of us...
Yes.

Where the sun will
help me take care of you

and make you well again.

And we'll go back to the country

where we were happy
all of one summer.

Oh...

Oh, if only we could.

If only we could.

We can.
We will,

as soon as you're well enough.

Well, I'm well now.

Call Nanine.

Nanine.

Take me today.

Yes. Nanine.

Nanine.
Help madame to dress.

We're going
to the country today.

Don't worry. I'll take
good care of her.

You must come along, too.

Yes. We're going to
the country, Nanine.

Get my things out.

Don't stare at me,
Nanine. Go.

Oh.

I can't.

I can't.

Nanine.

Nanine.

Nanine, get the doctor quickly!

The doctor?

If you can't make me live,

how can he?

No, no. Don't say
such things, Marguerite.

You'll live.
You must live.

Perhaps it's better
if I live in your heart

where the world can't see me.

If I'm dead,

there will be no stain
on our love.

Shh! Don't think
such things, Marguerite.

Even if we can't go
to the country today,

think of how happy we were once

and how happywe shall be again.

Think of the day you found
the four-leaf clover

and of all the good luck
it's going to bring us.

Think of the vows we heard
Nichette and Gustave make

and that we're going
to make to each other.

This is for life, Marguerite...

Marguerite?

Marguerite.

No.

No, don't leave me.

Marguerite,
come back! Come back!