House of Tolerance (House of Pleasures / L'Apollonide / Souvenirs de la maison close)

I'm so tired. I could sleep a thousand years.

Don't worry. You'll pick up again tonight.

It hasn't changed much here.

It has changed.

It changes slowly.

How?

It changes slowly. That's all.

Wait.

I'd like to talk to you.

I'm listening.

Is this a proposal?

The jewel, is it a proposal?

You stare at me...

And seem to want to hurt me.

Then your face turns normal again.

It's the old you.

You continue to stare at me.

And then...

I feel you're coming.

As you come between my thighs,

I feel your sperm rise up within me

and fill me and flow out through my eyes.

There are white tears, thick ones, coating my cheeks.

My mouth is red,

and the white tears trickle over it.

I don't want to wipe them away.

I cry so much.

I can't stop crying.

You don't have an emerald?

No, I don't have an emerald.

Maybe next time.

Maybe.

You always remember your dreams?

No.

HOUSE OF PLEASURES

"HOUSE OF PLEASURES"

"November 1899"

"The twilight of the 19th century"

Near the mirror.

Near the mirror, Clothilde.

I'll show you.

Pass me a hairpin?

Leave me some.

Don't worry.

He's nice but heavy.

Physically heavy too.

When he's on top of me, I'm crushed.

I hope he hasn't given me the clap.

Claptrap.

I hope Victor doesn't come tonight.

I'm sick of him.

Three times in a row. What a drag!

Always asking what I think of his crooked cock,

before I kiss his ass.

Who did you have?

Michaux.

- He's sweet on you. - For now he is.

It's only been twice.

He doesn't want me now.

Do you like him?

Yes, I like him.

- That's all? - It's something.

You like him or you think he could pay your debts

to get you out?

Is that a problem?

Maybe I have fewer debts than you.

I doubt it.

Sir...

Good evening.

Mine doesn't work.

You lose!

There.

- Can we come closer? - Of course.

She's very meek.

I call her Ninon.

- A female? - Yes.

Show me your hands.

You won a point?

Yes, my blow got me the...

Doctor, you've lost.

- You have to drink. - I've lost?

See you later.

I just finished an amazing English novel,

full of aliens and Martians...

who invade Earth using rays and chemical weapons.

They're very powerful

and easily eliminate human beings.

They devastate the cities...

But not being immune to human diseases,

they end up dying.

The story is told by a journalist

who escapes the first attacks

and who seeks his wife in a deserted land.

Idiotic but pure genius.

Have you read it?

No, my only books are Sade's diaries and the Bible.

And I haven't read the Bible.

Samira, Louis's glass is empty.

I had this letter today.

Shall I read it?

"Madame,

Having heard of L'Apollonide

and keen to enter your house, I hereby offer myself.

I'm 15 and a half.

I'm pretty, with nice hair and fine teeth,

shapely, with very white skin and not a blemish on my body,

and if you want to send someone from Paris to check

if the details I mention are correct.

I have a kind heart, and I shall be obedient.

If I prove suitable,

you may send someone to fetch me

and bring me to your house.

Pauline Deshaies."

She drew a self-portrait. She's pretty.

A pretty drawing means nothing.

May I?

Yes.

Very nice, Marie.

I'd like to be here to welcome her.

She's a baby.

With the countess dead,

who'll be the 20th century's beauty?

I say you are.

What was that?

The Jewess is the new beauty.

Thank you.

I've missed you.

Caca, I was here two days ago.

But not yesterday.

Where were you?

With my wife.

No!

The shame of it...

It's been two weeks.

I stayed in.

I wasn't in the mood for it.

And now? Are you in the mood?

Very much.

I had an odd dream about you last week.

All the girls say that.

I swear, it's true.

What was it?

It's rather unusual.

Want to tell me upstairs?

I'd like that.

Get drinks and come to the room with black curtains.

What are you doing?

It's a gift.

I'm so tired. I could sleep a thousand years.

Don't worry. You'll pick up again tonight.

Give me a glass?

- Which one? - I don't mind.

Got any antiseptic soap?

I can't afford any.

- And you? - You're a pain.

I'll lend you some, but buy your own.

Thank you.

Clothilde?

Can you help me?

Hold this.

Thanks.

What are you doing?

It's a gift.

What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong.

No one knows what you're thinking.

I don't think anything.

She's nearly done.

Send her to me after.

She's as pretty as a blazing flower.

My fingers must be cursed...

The sound of the sirens...

I start to undress.

And you put a box down on the bed.

A tiny box.

I open it.

There's an emerald inside.

You still say nothing, so I'm convinced that...

Well, I ask if it's a proposal.

You don't reply.

That's it then.

Loubet has pardoned Dreyfus at last.

If the talk turns to Dreyfus, I'm going up.

Come on.

Let's go UP-

With pleasure.

Shall we have commerce?

I'd love to.

You always remember your dreams?

I want to tie you up. May I?

Yes, you may.

He's envious of everything.

I'm happy with you.

Vuitton...

Vuitton...

What?

Vuitton?

I love saying that name.

He's a genius.

Vuitton.