Emmanuelle

Hello, Emmanuelle.

Is that you, Emmanuelle?

- Hello, Marie. - Are you on your way?

l'm about to leave.

Are you taking a taxi? What time's your plane?

- lt's at ten. - You should hurry.

l will.

Why don't l drive you to the airport?

- Sure! Pick me up, if you like. - Christian can come.

Not Christian! Just you.

- Around 11 then? - ln an hour? See you then.

Paris to Bangkok takes 17 hours.

But alone, it seems like forever.

You're never alone in a plane. Same as on a ship.

Your worries, your love affairs become unreal.

- You can do what you want. - But that's impossible.

lt's not. lt's amazing how many people screw in planes.

l wouldn't dare.

You should always dare.

lf it's true what you say,

aren't you worried about Emmanuelle?

l didn't marry her to keep her for myself or keep her caged.

- No, you married her for her beauty. - Not at all.

l married her because no woman l know enjoys making love more.

What if other men take advantage?

l told you, I'm not jealous.

Jealousy is out of date.

Look at this girl. Her skill is mixed with innocence.

lt's no miracle. They had to learn.

Do they do what you want?

More than that. lt's a question of price.

That's what bothers me.

l don't like paying for it.

Paying makes me go limp.

lt's not quite that simple.

l have to go to the airport. See you at the embassy.

Always the same people.

A small world of ex-adventurers, public servants, diplomats...

All impatient to see you, especially since seeing your photos.

You mean you showed them my photos?

Sure!

l like showing them as much as looking at them.

Maybe more.

l'm very proud of you.

Tell me, that photographer...

What about him?

Did he...

Did you sleep with him?

Oh, Jean, he never even touched me.

Really? That's funny.

l thought all artists slept with their models before painting them.

lf not before, then after.

The poor guy must have suffered.

l rather doubt that. He's homosexual.

- What's up, darling? - Let's go. l can't take any more.

lt's horrible. The child, the blood, the beggar...

l hate this place.

lt's not all like that. Don't worry.

Here. Welcome to Thailand.

- Now calm down. - Thank you, my darling.

You'll see, you'll like the house.

You won't see anything like you do around there.

l go by that street every day on my way to the embassy.

l guess l'm used to it.

Come, darling.

This is Tim...

Jean. They do the cooking.

Oh, no, not that way. This way.

And Add,

Noe... They're the chambermaids.

- They're lovely. Did you choose them? - Yes.

John, the houseboy.

He runs everything. Come and have a look.

This place is more than 100 years old.

lt belonged to a princess.

l begged her for months, to get her to rent it to us.

lt's really lovely.

lt's magnificent.

l never dreamed of this.

lt's amazing.

Are the servant girls as good as me?

lmpossible. You're incomparable.

You say that to pleasure me.

Pleasure, pleasure!

Pleasure!

l'm not bored fixing my house up. l'm happy here with Jean.

Just wait, wait a few months.

Here, we have only one enemy: boredom.

And to fight boredom, one ally: love.

You'll find out.

Unless your Jean suddenly becomes absurdly jealous.

But it's my own choice.

Jean would love to see me in bed with his friends.

l never tell my husband anything.

Well, if Richard doesn't want to know!

Good morning. l'd like you to meet Emmanuelle.

Emmanuelle, you missed out yesterday.

A navy warship was anchored here over the weekend.

- l wish you could've seen it. - lt had a marvelous crew!

All able, handsome and horny.

Pity you weren't here.

You'd have been a hit.

l was in Pattaya with my husband.

Jean's smart. He took you away on purpose.

No, I don't think so.

Too bad... We don't have luck like that very often.

l didn't go home for 2 days. Luckily, my husband Gilbert

is overloaded with work. - They work so hard at the embassy!

How's your house? l heard it's lovely.

lt is. Why not come over? Jean fixed it up.

- lt's marvelous. - You know it?

Jean had me over

when you were in Paris.

Paris! You'll have to tell us all your adventures.

You can tell us everything. We're as quiet as a tomb!

What is there to know.

lt may sound silly, but while l was alone in Paris,

l never betrayed my husband.

Think she's as good as she makes out?

l fear she may be!

Ah, it's you! You startled me.

l startle lots of people.

You're very beautiful... everywhere.

But l wonder if you aren't a little liar.

Why do you say that?

You've never betrayed your husband?

No. I haven't.

To betray means to hide.

Or more precisely, lie.

Who's that girl?

Her name is Bee.

She's outside our group.

Have you ever cheated on your husband with a woman?

Does it count with a girl?

Try it once with me to see if it counts.

l'd like to talk to you. Can I come by your house?

- Do you know where I live? - Yes.

- Tomorrow afternoon? - Sure.

My name is Marie-Ange.

- Hello. - Good afternoon.

- l bet you're Jean. - You win.

l'm Marie-Ange. l'm a friend of Emmanuelle.

l didn't know my wife had such charming friends.

We only just met. But she invited me to your house.

Well, she's here.

She's in her room. Go right in.

Thank you.

l hope we meet again.

Oh, it's you.

l didn't hear you.

How lovely you are! Who took that photo?

A photographer friend of Jean.

- Any other ones? - Others?

You know, photos of you making love.

Of course not. What an idea!

Know why I eat lollipops?

You like them, l guess.

No. It turns old guys on. You should've seen your husband.

- He's not old! - What's his age?

- 32. - There you go.

You were sleeping at this hour?

lt's huge. How many can sleep in with you?

Actually, these are twin beds that we pushed together.

Don't believe the stuff those girls tell you.

They're show-offs. They make most of it up.

They don't do half of what they say.

- What do you mean? - The girls at the pool...

Come, let's go some place else.

Your house is beautiful. What a great view!

lt's very nice of you to come by.

Yesterday it seemed like you had something important to tell me.

No. I chose you, that's all.

- Chose? - Do you mind?

Oh, French magazines!

- Where are they from? - Jean got them at the embassy.

He's very handsome. Can I have a photo of him?

l love touching myself. lt's so good.

- Do you like it? - No.

- You don't? - Well, yes, but l don't want to now.

Not like this.

- You seem ashamed? - Not at all.

But l'm a little surprised. You're so young.

l've done it since I was 12.

No one taught me. My hands found out by themselves.

l think it's normal. No?

How did you begin having sex?

lt was Jean who took my virginity.

The day after we met.

We first met at a dinner party with my parents.

He managed to find me alone.

He asked me questions. Like you do.

The next day, he invited me for a drive.

He pulled over in the forest of Fontainebleau

and took me there and then, in the car!

lt's not very roomy, but it's not that unusual.

Statistics show that 11%¤ of girls lose their virginity in cars.

What does marriage change?

Nothing.

Oh yes... At first, it seemed funny making love at night.

Jean left soon after.