01x08 - It's w*r

[bunniefuu]

The opera is tomorrow night,
and you are not finished.

On the contrary, I
am entirely finished.

[Jacqueline] This is
my t*rture, Odette.

I have a story for
you, Chevalier.

I took her while the
servant girl was sleeping.

[Pascal] I'm taking you
back to your mother.

[Camille] Valmont!

When one needs him most,
he cannot be relied upon.

- [door bangs open]
- [grunting]

[Gabriel] A surgeon
I've talked with

has found this thread
in another woman.

Are you familiar with the
myth of the Labyrinth?

I will exploit infidelity
where I find it.

[Ondine] If she is
trying to destroy you,

she'll find out she doesn't
know the meaning of the word!

Valmont.

[Camille] I want all of
Paris to know who I am:

one of the most powerful
women in the city.

[Jean] I'll do nothing more.

[Abbayé] You'll do
whatever's asked of you.

Find a girl who leaves no trace.

[Victoire] Stay aw...
stay away from me!

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[Camille groans]

[bell dings]

[bell dings]

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

Majordome, what is this?

Where are the servants?

You do not know your husband's
instructions, Marquise?

The servants are gone.

You're leaving for
Saint-Domingue.

The Marquis intends
for you to reside

there together indefinitely.

I can't leave Paris.

I must be at the opera tonight.

I can't leave!

It is your husband's wish.

It is not mine.

If they are not the same as his,

your wishes mean
nothing... Marquise.

I wish you... good luck.

♪ ♪

[dramatic string music plays]

♪ ♪

You cannot hold me here.

We can do what we
like, monsieur.

[Pascal grunting]

[child babbling]

[Azolan grunts]

Sir?

[door slams]

[Azolan gasps]

[suspenseful music plays]

♪ ♪

Well, well.

The familiar.

But where is the ungodly
creature you serve?

I don't know, Vicomtesse.

He's out.

I want you to give
him a message.

Tell him his allegiance
with Camille...

will be his downfall.

That is, if it's
possible to fall further.

And tell him to call on me.

I have a proposition for him.

♪ ♪

[Jacqueline] Where is Odette?

- Where is she?
- [Henri] Safe.

To be raised by women
beyond moral failing.

[Jacqueline inhales sharply]

[Henri] I warned you,
Jacqueline, after the ball.

Yet days later, you
try to steal away

with this man and my child!

What do you imagine a
scandal of that magnitude

could do to my
career, to my life?

Your life?

What are you going
to do to Lucienne?

I will make him disappear.

And if there's one
word of this...

[Jacqueline inhales sharply]

one hint of gossip...

I'll declare you unsound,
and you'll go to the asylum.

You'll be as good as
dead to any man or child

you may have had affection for.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[Edouard] You've done
all that's been asked

of you, Marquis?

I have.

Tell the Duc an Ariadne
awaits him in the usual place.

Oh, he'll be happy
to receive this news.

We feared your enthusiasm
for this work had diminished.

It's at an end now, Edouard.

[Edouard] Then
we'll say adieu...

until we require your
services again...

Marquis.

♪ ♪

[grunting]

♪ ♪

Victoire!

Victoire!

Victoire!

Victoire.

Victoire, for God's sakes.

- [cries]
- [tapestry fluttering]

[wind whistling]

[suspenseful music plays]

♪ ♪

[eerie music plays]

♪ ♪

[exhales heavily]

- [Jean] What are you doing?
- [Camille] What is this place?

[Jean] It's an old tunnel
that's no longer used.

Someone's been here.

Victoire!

- [Jean] We need to leave.
- [Victoire] No!

- [Camille] Victoire!
- [Jean] Come back here!

[Camille] Victoire!
[breathing heavily]

Victoire!

Oh, no. Help me.

[Jean] Leave her.

[Camille] What have
you done to her?

[Victoire gasping]

[Jean] She's an Ariadne now.

[Camille] No, Jean!

[Jean] Forget about her.

I'll get you a new
girl, a better girl.

This one is nothing!

This is what my wife saw in you.

[Camille] She is everything.

[both grunting]

[Jean] How dare you judge me?

You lied your way into my house.

You lying, blackmailing,
destructive wretch!

[grunts]

[Camille gasping]

[Majordome] Victoire,
are you all right?

[Camille gasping]

[Jean groans]

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[Jean choking]

[screams]

♪ ♪

- [Camille moans]
- [Victoire breathing heavily]

[Camille groaning]

[Majordome] He's dead.

He's dead.

[Camille] This is
what she saw in me.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[Camille crying]

[manservant] Uh, you
cannot be here, my lady.

[Jacqueline] Be silent.

[Pascal grunts]

[Jacqueline] My husband
intends to punish you.

I could not save you,
even if I wanted to,

but I can help you
save your soul.

Kneel, Monsieur Lucienne.

Ask God for forgiveness.

[Pascal grunts]

My husband has sent Odette away

and threatens me
with the asylum.

Monsieur Lucienne's confession
will be heard in private.

Leave us.

Yes, madame.

[door clatters shut]

I could save you.

How? He intends for you to die.

Do you attend the
queen's opera tonight?

Yes.

Put down in writing all that
you told me, all that you did.

I'll find a way
to meet you there,

before the final act.

I'll make it clear
to him what I will do

if he does not let
us go in peace.

I'll read that letter
to the entire audience.

You would destroy me then.

No.

It will not get that far.

He will choose to save himself.

Jacqueline...

[soft music plays]

God will always save us.

♪ ♪

May the Lord forgive you.

[Majordome] I should
send for the gardes.

Should you?

If you must seek justice for
a man like that, then do.

[Majordome] He took my name.


first brought to this house,

I was known only
as the Majordome.

My name is Etienne Joubert.

There will be no gardes.

Leave this to me.

Thank you.

Thank you, Etienne.

[Jacqueline] " I write this
letter to you, my husband,

because I can no longer
carry the burden in my soul

of what you did all
those years ago."

[Camille] Did he... did
he do anything to you?

[Victoire] He didn't touch me.

I'm so sorry... for everything.

For putting you at risk here.

For the things I said.

You're my friend.

You're my best friend.

And you're mine too.

We can have that life now.

He's gone.

It will be you and me...

- Camille.
- Together again.

- We can have that house...
- Camille.

That little house
you dreamed of.

Camille...

it's time for me to go.

Things will be
different after tonight.

No.

No, Camille.

- Forgive me, Victoire.
- I do.

I do.

But I've decided I need
to go to the New World.

I need to find out who I am.
Who I can be without you.

Do you understand that?

I don't know I can
be without you.

♪ ♪

Find peace, Camille.

Please. For me.

[softly] Yeah.

After tonight.

Then let me help you
dress for your battle.

♪ ♪

I cannot accept this.

I believe you just have.

But I have done
nothing to earn it.

I haven't brought a
k*ller to justice,

and I found the
Labyrinth club closed.

We don't win all the battles,
but we continue with the w*r.

Which w*r?

Protecting our
structures of power.

Forget this matter of the club.

Focus on making good men safe.

- [grunting]
- [metallic squeaking]

[soft dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[Camille] I worry
how you'll manage.

[Victoire] As I did before you.

[Camille] You were
in a crab pot.

It was a lobster
pot, and I was...

Mending it.

I know.

Promise me we'll
be together again.

When we're different people.

Better people.

I'm not saying goodbye.

I can't.

Maybe if I don't say it,

you won't really be gone.

Perhaps you'll change your mind.

♪ ♪

[crying]

[Majordome] For your journey.

She will tell you that she
doesn't need taking care of,

but it's not true;
she'll need you.

She may not always
thank you for that care.

[Majordome chuckles]

I hope to see who you
become in the future.

[Victoire chuckles]

I'm Victoire.

[Majordome chuckles]

You're victorious.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪'

Where's my husband?

I'm to accompany
you to the opera.

I'm instructed we
should not delay.

[grunting]

♪ ♪

Stop!

- Stop.
- [horse whinnies]

[driver] Whoa there.

We're to go straight
to the opera.

You may serve my husband,
but you're my maid.

This poor boy depends
upon my charity.

Azolan, dear child. Thank God.

- Madame, where's my master?
- He's in my house.

Don't worry. He'll
be with you soon.

Wait for him, and give him this.

- [whip cracks]
- [horse whinnies]

♪ ♪

[Camille] I have to leave now.

He cannot be found here.

Etienne... please help me.

[Majordome] No
one will find him.

I'll take him by
cart far from Paris.

Let him rot in a ditch.

But if my husband is dead...

then I am his widow.

And as his widow...

I still have

the status that came
with my marriage

and the power of
my dead husband.

His body must be found.

[dark music plays]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[horse whinnies]

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, look.

What?

The most meteoric rise since
Christ on the third day.

- Did you hear?
- What?

She's married the
bloody Marquis.

[Eloise gasps]

[baton tapping]

[horn fanfare playing]

♪ ♪

[applause]

Majesty, ladies and gentlemen,

I give you something
we see little of:

truth.

Everything you see
tonight has happened,

and everyone within it

is in this theater.

[audience gasps]

I give you... The
Opera of Paris.

[applause]

[grand orchestral music playing]

♪ ♪

♪ There is a power ♪

♪ In secrets of others ♪

♪ Find them, guard them ♪

♪ Use them ♪

♪ For secrets are the
power Of our sex ♪

♪ ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ ♪

♪ The secrets are the power ♪

♪ Of our sex ♪

♪ ♪

[applause]

[singer as Camille]
♪ I am the girl ♪

♪ You do not see... ♪

- [Azolan] Sir!
- [Pascal] Azolan.

[Azolan] What have
they done to you?

- We must hurry.
- Let's get to the opera.

You must help Camille.

[singer as Camille]
♪ Lonely place ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I long for ♪

♪ A mother ♪

♪ ♪

[applause]

♪ I will be a mother ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And you will be a daughter ♪

♪ ♪

[singer as Camille] ♪
I will be a daughter ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And you will be a mother ♪

♪ ♪

[both vocalizing]

♪ ♪

♪ We have found ♪

♪ Precious sanctuary ♪

♪ We have found ♪

♪ Precious sanctuary ♪

♪ ♪

[Jacqueline] I am
Madame Montrachet,

but I'll be a mother to you.

[applause]

[bright orchestral
music playing]

♪ ♪

[music intensifies]

♪ ♪

- [fabric tears]
- [audience gasps]

[Jacqueline] She says
she's with child.

Jacqueline, my love.

That you took her
against her will.

She is lying!

She wants all that you have,

all that you would lose
if you believed her.

[singer as Henri]
♪ This must be ♪

♪ Our secret ♪

♪ ♪

Now you know why
I've acted as I did.

You'd do anything
to avenge Camille.

I am now in this
impossible situation.

If I do not give her the letter,

she will think that
I have failed her.

If I do, she will learn that
her daughter did not die...

♪ He asked me to dance ♪

but is lost to her.

♪ I knew not what he meant ♪

By destroying them, I
will destroy Camille.

[singer as Camille]
♪ I was an ♪

♪ Innocent ♪

♪ ♪

[dramatic orchestral
music plays]

♪ ♪

[horse whinnies,
hooves clopping]

♪ ♪

[singer as Jacqueline] ♪ You
have brought such shame ♪

♪ ♪

[singer as Camille] ♪
Forgive me, forgive me ♪

♪ I am not to blame ♪

[singer as Jacqueline] ♪
Even God does not forgive ♪

[singer as Camille] ♪
Please do not send me out ♪

Even God does not forgive.

[singer as Camille] ♪
Please do not send me out ♪

[singer as Jacqueline] ♪
Even God does not forgive ♪

♪ Get out, get out, get out ♪

♪ ♪

[audience murmuring]

♪ ♪

[audience gasps]

[singers] ♪ Even God
does not forgive ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Even God does not forgive ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Even God does not forgive ♪

♪ Even God does not forgive ♪

♪ Even God does not forgive ♪

♪ Even God does not forgive ♪

♪ Even God does not forgive ♪

♪ Even God does not forgive ♪

♪ Even God does not forgive ♪

♪ Even God does not forgive ♪

♪ Even God does not forgive ♪

♪ Even God does not forgive ♪

♪ Even God does not ♪

♪ Forgive ♪

[breathing heavily]

[breathing heavily]

Camille.

Goodness.

You exalt a peasant
and condemn us?

We are the nobility!

We are their betters!

[person] Yes. Hear, hear.

[Duc de Lanvin] You
disrespect us, Chevalier.

Shame!

[audience] Shame! Shame!

Shame! Shame!

[Camille] Madame.

[tense music plays]

Don't run from me,
Jacqueline de Montrachet.

[Jacqueline] All of that...
That opera... was you?

Why, Camille?

You knew what he did to me,

and you stood by him.

You did not let
me bury my child!

I-I couldn't go against him.

You chose not to.

You didn't want to lose
what you had with him:

your status,

your safety.

You imagine I have safety?

You let him hurt me.

You let him ruin me.

I've lived with it
every day since.

The consequences were too great.

They were too great.

But if I could,

if I could go back
and change it, I...

I would protect you.

I loved you.

[Camille] Then help me.

Come back to the opera.

Tell those people what
they saw was the truth.

That it is him in the story.

That a man like that cannot
be at the king's side.

Camille, I-I-I must leave.

I must leave before
it's too late for me.

Still you protect him?

[Jacqueline] I'm
not protecting him.

I'm-I'm escaping him.

I'm leaving Paris
tonight with a man

who has heard my confession,
yet still loves me.

You are leaving because
you are in love,

not because of what he did.

I must go, but I pray for
you that you find someone

who will make this
all fade away.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

Someone like Lucienne?

You know Lucienne?

I created him.

I've paid him, in many ways,

to make you love him.

And... [laughs]

he did it all for
some new clothes

and a way back into my bed.

You're lying.

When you were covered in blood

at the church of Saint-Sauveur,

into whose arms did you fall?

[Jacqueline gasps]

Everything he's ever said to you

was a lie I made him tell...

to draw a letter from you.

[crying]

Do not put your
faith in Lucienne.

Tell your husband...

[door clatters open]

the higher he rises,

the higher I will climb

until I bring him down.

[indistinct chatter]

Till I make him pay.

Till he suffers as I suffered.

When does it end, Camille?

When does it end?

It doesn't.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- [wolf whistle]
- [person clicking tongue]

[person] Hello.

- [person] Hoo-hoo!
- [person] How much for you?

[laughter]

Have you come to
judge us, madam?

I know what it takes
to survive here.

I come to honor you.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

[laughter]

[horse whinnies]

[soft dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

You're here.

Of course I'm here.

All I've been trying to
do is get back to you.

I love you, Camille.

I love you.

What happened to you?

[Pascal] I need to tell
you about Jacqueline.

I don't want to talk about her.

- Let me explain.
- [Camille] No.

She's gone.

And I'm yours.

Now I want to live again.

♪ ♪

[soft banging]

[hooves clopping]

I warned you,

and you did not heed me.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[bell ringing]

You will be ruined.

Wherever I am, I will feel it!

And if the price of
your destruction is me,

I will pay it!

[screaming]

♪ ♪

Everything's a map.

- Every line.
- Every line.

- Every scar.
- Every line, every scar.

Mm.

The paths we've taken.

[Camille] The paths we've taken.

- The things we've done.
- The things we've done.

Things...

- [Camille] The things...
- [both] ...we will do.

- [Pascal] We're all maps.
- [Camille] We're all just maps

and somehow, we find our way

to the things we want.

♪ ♪

[Pascal moaning]

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[door clatters open]

You'll have to
find another girl.

I don't work here, monsieur.

[drunk] A girl like you
will be here forever.

[grunts]

[metallic clatter]

[person groaning]

I'm meant for better things.

♪ ♪

[Edouard] The owner
of the Labyrinth club

was found dead from
a carriage accident

in the streets last night.

The Marquis de Merteuil.

So... the matter is closed.

The household has been informed.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[door slams]

[Azolan] I saw Camille leave.

She seemed so happy.

[Pascal] I couldn't tell her.

What do we do?

We are going to find Odette.

And when we do,

that is when I will tell her.

Until then, you and
I will have to carry

this secret in our hearts.

I, um...

I forgot to give you this.

Your stepmother came yesterday.

She knows all about
you and Camille.

She wants your help and
has a proposition for you.

The body has been found.

A-a carriage
accident in the road.

You're in mourning.

We were informed last night.

There's an officer
here to see you.

I suggest you've been walking,

so grieved are you at
the loss of your husband.

Forgive me, Marquise...

but this matter cannot wait.

♪ ♪

I'll keep my visit brief.

I believe your
husband was m*rder*d.

My husband was run
over by a carriage.

There's a rope burn to his neck

which could not be the result
of a carriage accident.

When did you first learn

of your husband's
death, Marquise?

Before or after the opera?

I would hardly go to the
opera, learning such news.

And yet you're not
dressed for grief.

♪ ♪

[Camille gasps]

[Gabriel] Rope burns.

Lift your veil.

- I'm mourning.
- I said lift your veil.

Camille?

- My Camille.
- Don't.

I thought you were dead.

I-I buried you,

and all the time,
you've been here.

I will give you money.

I will give you
whatever you want.

- I want you!
- I'm not at Jericho's now.

Because I bought you.

I paid for you.

- [Camille] No.
- You're mine!

I'm not. I cannot be yours.

Because you love him, Valmont?

Let me go. I will do
whatever you want.

But let me go.

I want you to love me.

I cannot love you.

I do not.

I could never love you.

Then you will not love him,

and you will not
love any other man.

[Camille grunting]

And then,

however long it takes...

when you finally know
what it is to be alone...

you will love me.

And if you wish to
save Valmont's life,

write to him.

Tell him...

that you will never
see him again.

[Camille] No.

Yes.

Tell him whatever you
must to finish this.

♪ ♪

Do this...

or you will hang.

[soft dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[Camille] My beloved Valmont...

there is much to confess.

I have committed a
terrible sin against you.

One which you will
never forgive me for.

All that I have accused
you of, I have done myself.

I've played a game with you.

In truth,

I never forgave you,

and I never intended to.

I have used you every day since

so that I might
flourish in a world

I would otherwise
have been devoured by.

Through you, I laid a
trail for Jacqueline.

Through you, I came
to Saint-Honoré.

Through you, I found a marquis,

and I used the same
simplistic tools on him.

Men think they pluck us

when we are ripe
and at our sweetest.

Our skill is in letting
them believe that.

Though brief, my marriage
has given me everything

I could have ever wanted...

wealth,

a title,

and widowhood.

And as a widow,

I cannot compromise myself

by the acquaintance of a man

with a reputation such as yours.

♪ ♪

[banging on door]

[Pascal] Where is she?

Camille!

I don't believe what you wrote!

I know what you feel for me!

[Camille] So there is
nothing to hope for, Valmont.

Monsieur! I'm to tell
you every word is true,

and you are never
to come here again.

A warning to you,
for your own safety.

[Camille] Don't
come to me again.

I will not see you.

Then damn you, Camille.

Damn all of what we
might have had together.

[Camille] Let me
simply acknowledge

what we both always knew.

[door slams]

I don't know how to love.

It is beyond my control.

And we are even now.

♪ ♪

I understand you have
a proposition for me.

I do,

but it depends...

upon where your loyalty lies:

with this family

or the woman you
are in league with.

Those are my terms.

Your terms.

[dramatic music plays]

[Pascal scoffs]

This proposition depends upon...

my terms.

Sit down, Vicomtesse.

♪ ♪

And listen.

♪ ♪

[bell tolling]

♪ ♪

[priest] The
Marquis de Merteuil:

a noble of the sword,

his family allied to the
royal house for centuries.

With no heir, he leaves
behind his widow.

Let us pray for the
Widow de Merteuil.

New to Paris, before her
marriage to the Marquis,

she brought light
to the darkness

her late husband
was consumed by.

And though she now finds herself

in that same darkness of loss,

she should remember
in the time to come

that the Lord does not
abandon the pure of heart

but sends his messenger
to watch over her.

Let us ask the Lord to
bring comfort and guidance

so that even in her grief,

the Widow de Merteuil
may find her way

without the man she has lost.

Amen.

[all] Amen.

[somber music playing,
choir singing in Latin]

♪ ♪

I'm so sorry for your loss.

No more words for me,
Widow de Merteuil?

♪ ♪

[Camille] If you love me,

walk away, Valmont.

Love you?

It's w*r between us now.

♪ ♪