Emmanuelle Page #5

I'm sorry I won't see you any more.

When will I see you again?

-Who knows?

I haven't even asked your name.

-Emmanuelle.

So, good bye, Emmanuelle.

I almost forgot.

-Please keep it.

No, thank you.

-Please do. It's my favourite.

Oh, really! No! No way!

Good bye, Emmanuelle, I like you.

You're a gorgeous doll.

We'll play some other time.

Whatever are you doing?

Whatever I like.

I am free, am I not?

If you say so.

This time she didn't come home.

-You must be happy.

You wanted your wife to be free:

"She's not my object,

not my beauty". So, here you go!

What you really wanted

was not for your wife to be free.

You wanted to use her as you

please, just like these girls.

Who is that? Let him in.

Do you speak French?

-Yes, sir.

Tell your master that he was

bested, well, too late. Too late.

We have to hurry, now, if we want

to be there before nightfall.

Is it still far?

-No. But we've lost some time.

Do you think so?

That's not what I meant.

Come on.

What'll I wear?

Here you go...

What a night yesterday.

Your wife, what a pair of knockers!

If I had a wife like yours,

I wouldn't live in the brothels.

I've got something to tell you.

I've said it a thousand times,

but only to my husband.

Yes, I think I love Jean

as deeply as anyone could.

Yes, that's what I thought.

He has always said that love was the

search of pleasure, always further.

With either a man or a woman.

But now, I feel differently.

When I saw the cascade,

I thought, "How beautiful."

I felt it wasn't beautiful

unless I could tell the one I love.

Listen, I like you.

That means

that I don't want to hurt you.

But I don't love you.

All right?

It's not that bad.

Let me tell you a story.

One day, at school,

I made a flawless dictation.

I was proud.

The teacher accused me of cribbing

off somebody. She never believed

me.

I was shattered.

For two whole days.

When my sorrow disappeared, I was

sad. Sad to be consoled so quickly.

Look here, the bachelor.

I want to talk to you.

Right now, I don't have much to say.

But do come in. For a nightcap.

I've just come home.

I think I've had

a bit too much to drink.

Gilbert is staying with Martine.

You know, the consul's daughter.

She doesn't want to be alone

at night. Actually, I don't either.

I'm glad to see you. Even though

you have a long face tonight.

Where is Emmanuelle?

-I don't know.

Furthermore, I don't give a damn.

Did you present her to Bee?

-Well, yes, if you like.

Is she with Bee?

She'll come back. They always do.

I'm not joking, Ariane!

-You've become a bit of a bore.

Well, that's not quite true.

In fact, you are becoming

the laughing stock around here.

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