The Captive (La captive) (La Captive)

I...

I...

I really...

I really...

I really...

I really like you.

I really like you.

I really like you.

Sir?

Miss Ariane Rey.

She doesn't stay here, Sir.

I thought she did... Never?

No, her aunt stays here. She's arriving Tuesday.

Miss Rey has just booked a room for her.

Yes, I know. Thank you.

Yes, Mr Levy, Sir is in. Come on up.

Hurry.

Come in.

Brought back your book. You alone?

Yes... No, grandmother's here.

How is she? - Fine, a rock.

Well, be seeing you.

I feel it's a key work, no? - Yes...

It opens new avenues... - Yes...

Politically... - Right...

A friend? - An acquaintance. Bye...

But it's Andrée!

How kind to pick up Ariane every day, you don't mind?

She dislikes going out alone...

Not at all, I really like Ariane.

You're doing me a big favour.

Had fun yesterday?

Yesterday? - At Saint-Cloud.

Yes, Saint-Cloud... Not bad.

You met all the gang?

The gang is no more. The holidays are over.

Right, of course.

So you met no one, not even Hélène?

She often goes, she lives nearby.

No, certainly not Hélène.

Why certainly? It could happen.

If it had, I'd have told you. You know that.

Of course, I've total faith in you, Andrée.

And I in you.

By the way,

Ariane wanted to go to Buttes Chaumont today

but I suggested she go to Boulogne instead...

Boulogne, why not?

Leave your books for once and come with us.

Not today, I'm going out with Gran.

Come, she might be bored alone.

A few days later

Enjoy your singing lesson?

Yes.

All because in Chaville Wood

Grew lily of the vale

That day in Chaville Wood

Grew lily of the vale

If my memory be good

It was in the month of May...

Water not too hot?

It's hot but good.

Don't fall asleep, not yet.

No,

not yet,

my darling.

Wash yourself all over...

your arms, your legs...

and your soft downy hairs.

Don't forget a thing.

I'm washing all over.

I wouldn't want my odours to bother you.

They don't, on the contrary.

On the contrary.

On the contrary.

On the contrary?

Yes.

Especially those sweet changing odours between the legs.

I'm afraid at times I smell too strong.

On the contrary.

When you perspire ever so slightly,

that moistness...

You like that?

I sometimes feel I smell so strong

that it even bothers me

and I want to clasp my legs together.

No, those are the best moments.

Your vagina is so beautiful when moist.

Yesterday, as you slept on my bed your peignoir came undone...

And I looked at you.

And I...

parted your legs ever so slightly

and looked at your beautiful vagina.

Do you mind?

Not at all.

Do as you like.

And I breathed of it, so warm and tender.

Really?

Yes, my Ariane.

If it weren't for my allergy and all the pollen you bring in

I almost wish you'd never wash.

Never?

Not so often.

All because in Chaville Wood

Grew lily of the vale

Like me to come?

No, not yet.

Later, perhaps.

It was in the month of May

And in May, as the proverb goes

Do what comes your way

So lying upon the grass

We did as it did say

And as deep within the grove

We were indeed hid well

The Saturday Post and Sunday Globe

On us they did not tell

Come now.

What would you like to do?

Play draughts like last night?

Draughts in the dark, I'd lose again.

Just one game.

If you like, but I don't much feel like it.

Just one.

Alright then.

We could put on the light and read, if you like

but my eyes sting this evening.

Yes, that bath made me drowsy.

We could listen to music.

Yes.

So, tell me.

What?

About your afternoon at Buttes Chaumont.

Buttes Chaumont?

No, we went to Boulogne and then to the pool.

The pool? I didn't know. And so?

So? - Yes, so?

Andrée nearly drowned.

She was exhausted.

She swallowed tons of water.

I grabbed her from behind, she'd turned blue.

And not you? - No, on the contrary.

How so, on the contrary?

You know how I like to let off steam.

Yes.

You didn't say you were going swimming.

We went on a whim.

I was sick of walking.

And tomorrow?

Tomorrow?

Yes.

I've my singing lesson.

Like every Thursday, I've my singing lesson.

I thought it was on Tuesdays and trapeze on Thursdays.

Gran, do you need anything?

I thought it was on Tuesdays.

Yes, sometimes it's on Tuesdays.

She's unwell, go see.

No, she doesn't want.

This week it's Thursday? - Yes.

And I'm dining later with my aunt.

Again? Where? - At the Aurore.

Thought she didn't like the Aurore.

She does...

Last week you said she didn't want to go there.

Did I say that?

Maybe. She must've forgotten.

Forgotten! How can one forget?

Aren't you thirsty, Ariane? - Yes.

I'll go fetch something.

Everything alright, Gran?

Yes, don't worry about me.

Andrée...

My darling.

You'll join us tomorrow?

No, I don't think so.

There's too much pollen and I promised Gran...

I don't know, perhaps.

I have to work.

Now off you go to bed.

Goodnight.

Next day

You mustn't go in there.

That's Sir's bedroom.

Don't open the blinds yet, Françoise.

Must we repaint now?

It's good for your Gran's morale, Sir.

She's really that unwell?

Not very well.

She's already awake and asking for you.

And Miss Ariane has the fidgets.

Andrée. Come collect her. She's fidgety.

I heard you nearly drowned yesterday in the pool.

Andrée, sometimes I think it's you I should've loved.

If I'd been, I too would've nearly drowned.

We're so close.

Come pick her up, Andrée, she's bored.

Simon...

Goodness, how pale you are.

And how are you?