M. Butterfly Page #4

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Paris is demanding something more

than the same old photos...

...showing Chinese cadres

screwing peasant girls in the rice paddies.

And if anyone can shake those boys up,

it's you.

You already have.

So congratulations, Gallimard.

Thank you, sir.

Mademoiselle Song?

Are you mad?

Coming here at this hour?

I've been promoted.

To vice consul.

And what is that supposed

to mean to me?

I came tonight for an answer.

Are you my Butterfly?

What are you saying?

Are you my Butterfly?

- Don't you know already?

- I want you to say it.

I don't want to say it.

I do know one thing.

I have already given you my shame.

Don't.

It's enough that I even wrote it.

Well, if you admit that,

why not answer my question?

I don't want to.

Are you my Butterfly?

I want honesty.

No falseness between us.

No false pride.

Yes.

I am your Butterfly.

Ren, please, gently.

I've never...

Never?

Ren, please let me keep my clothes on.

It all frightens me.

Modesty is so important to the Chinese.

My little treasure.

I don't want to be cruel.

I want to teach you.

Gently.

Know now, that we embark

on the most forbidden of loves.

I'm so afraid of my destiny.

There is no destiny.

Except the one we make for ourselves.

You think because we live in houses

with electricity...

...that we are suddenly Westerners?

The Chinese are an ancient people.

We cling to the old ways of life and love.

Though inexperienced, I'm not ignorant.

They teach us things, our mothers...

...about pleasing a man.

Clearly, I have a great deal to learn.

Should you refuse

to help me learn it, of course...

...we'll be constantly at odds

with one another.

Uh, but I would ask you, please,

to bear one thing in mind.

Our world is changing.

We French lost our war in Indochina...

...because we failed to learn

about the people we sought to lead.

It's natural, therefore, correct, even...

...that they should resent us.

How could they do otherwise...

...when we refuse to treat them

like fellow human beings?

Ren.

There is a mystery

you must clarify for me.

What mystery?

With your pick of Western women...

...why did you choose a poor Chinese

with a chest like a boy?

Not like a boy, like a girl.

Like a young, innocent schoolgirl...

...waiting for her lessons.

There's an old Chinese proverb

which says:

"To waste teaching on a girl

is just like tossing rice into the wind."

The Chinese men,

they keep women down.

What, even in the New Society?

In the New Society,

we are all kept ignorant equally.

That's one of the exciting things

about loving a Western man.

I know you're not threatened

by your slave's education.

Mm. Certainly not.

Especially when my slave

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