So Sweet... So Perverse (Così dolce... così perversa)

That makes 20 out of 20, Valmont.

It's my day today.

You're a crack clay pigeon shot, Jean.

You're the deadliest, coolest clay pigeoneer I ever knew,

but when you aim at something dangerous, it's quite different.

Jean would be even better.

Danger brings out the best in a man.

Oh, go on.

That's not what brings out the best in a man!

You can see what a real marksman

is made of when he's shooting live.

I tried it in Kenya.

I can bring down clay pigeons with the best of them,

but when you have got a 10 ton rhinoceros

charging you it makes quite a difference, believe me.

Thanks.

That sounds to me like a challenge.

What do you say, Jean?

- Are you on? - Why, yes.

Any weekend you like.

I'm taking you at your word.

It will make it all that much more exciting.

- Even more exciting is knowing that it keeps

getting harder and harder to feel excited,

and still bringing it off every time.

Can you stay with me?

Oh, I know, I'm going too far.

I'm sorry, but I would love to have you in Africa.

Hand in hand, naked in a virgin forest.

Like it was in the Garden of Eden.

- We were all virgin in those days, my dear.

Anyway, I insist we go to Africa.

You know Danielle said she thought

of going there at Christmas.

That's the way.

You fix it all up with my wife and then let me know.

- By the way, Jean, about that money you lent to my husband,

let things slide for a while.

I have my commitments too.

I'll see what can be done.

My car needs washing. - Oui, Monsieur.

Evening, Monsieur Reynaud.

Good evening.

Tell me, that apartment on the top floor.

Do you know if it's really been rented yet?

The lease was signed last night.

My wife will be livid.

She wanted to take it and put in a stairway

to connect it with ours.

An American lady took it sight unseen.

Pretty big for a single woman.

Good evening.

Evening, Monsieur.

- And who is it this time that's made you so excited?

You're not jealous, you're just bitchy.

What do you expect

when I can't get my slice of cake in my own home?

Why did you ever marry me, Danielle?

I hardly know myself now.

Perhaps it was that massive virility of yours.

And it wasn't what you were hoping for?

- I only know that I found it rather oppressive.

The Victorian image of the dominant male

is a little out of place today.

- Remember, you asked me to keep it for the rest of my life.

What ever has happened to us Danielle?

Is it my fault?

I'll let you try to answer that one

while I take a shower.

- From here, they pass on to a caging and back.

- Telephone for Monsieur Reynaud!

Telephone for Monsieur Reynaud!

Monsieur Reynaud, your wife is on the line

and she insists on talking to you.

It's the second time she has called.

Hello, Danielle.

Oh, they finally found you.

Yes.

Sorry if I disturbed you.

It is only to remind you about the dinner

at Michalier's tonight.

I have just gone to have my hair done

so I will meet you at their house.

Jean?

Jean, have you heard a single word I have said?

Sure, I hear you, dear.

- Anyway, I will try to be there at nine.

Of course, it depends on the traffic.

But I should not be much later than that.

Oh, there is a... - I need that memo about

the Stockholm shipment, I gave it to you this morning.

- Or didn't I? - No.

Oh, I wonder where I put it.

Jean, are you there?

Excuse me, Danielle.

Can you hold on a minute?

- All right, but please make it quick.

Ah, here it is.

See that it goes through at once.

I'm listening.

I almost forgot.

I meant to ask you about the key to the penthouse upstairs.

The doorman asked us to return it.

You know, the key he gave us when we went to see the flat?

It is not in the drawer, where did you put it?

It's in, uh.

In, um.

I can't think at the moment.

Anyway, don't worry.

I'll have a look when I come home.

No, please!

I can't take anymore!

Come on, get up!

No!

Hello?

Madame Michalier.

Jean Reynaud here, how are you?

I'm awfully sorry about this evening,

but we're in trouble at the factory.

Yes, bad trouble I'm afraid.

Yes.

May I have a word with Danielle?

Ah, she's not there, then.

No, no, no, no, no, I'll tell her when I see her.

Thank you and do forgive me.

Yes?

Yes, of course, another time.

Oh, will you excuse me?

They're calling on the other line.

Anyone here?

Anyone in?

Don't be afraid.

I had a key, I couldn't resist.

Look, I'm not dangerous.

I realize there is no excuse for my behavior,

but I promise you.

I know it sounds ridiculous, but life if so boring nowadays

that even the slightest hint of mystery is enough to.

I'm Jean Reynaud.

Oh, I'm not going to stay here pestering you.

It isn't me you are afraid of.

There must be someone else who is trying to harm you,

and, for a moment, you thought that I was that person.

May I come a little closer or

are you going to start yelling again?

No, go away, please.

Just go away.

I don't want you here. - But I want to help you!

I feel you need some kind of help.

What's your name?

Nicole.

I've come breaking in here like a thief

so let me go out as a friend.

If you've ever nothing better to do, I...

No, I can't!

No, I, please, go away.

I'm nervous, I've been ill.

You gave me a bad fright, that's all.

But I...

No, please.

- The doorman gave it to me when the flat was still empty.

Ah, by the way, I found this in the elevator.

It's yours?

Well, say something.

You asked me to drive you in.

- You feel we still have things to say to each other?

I wonder.

Our alienation is now complete.

You've built a wall of ice between us.

You know, Danielle, I keep wondering

where you get that extraordinary detachment.

Oh, you do, do you?

Well, the truth is that I lose it when I'm not with you.

When the servants have gone home,

and I'm there all alone in that ghastly flat.

- You were the one who wanted to move back into town.

Stick to your bargain, Jean.

Let's not go into all of that again.

After all, it's working out well for both of us

going on this way.

And you have your little bit of fun, don't you?

Take me to Dior's, will you?

I'll only be a minute.

No, don't!

- You will do as I say, just as you always have!

You'd be nothing without me.

Remember that!

Oh!

Oh, you're mad, Klaus, mad!

Take me away from here.

Will you take me away?

Who was that man?

Klaus.

I hate him.

He's vicious and I hate him.

No, I don't.

I can't even bring myself to hate him.

I just have no willpower.