Daughters of Darkness (Les lèvres rouges)

Stefan. Valerie.

Stefan?

Tell me. Do you love me?

Don't you know?

I want you to say it.

No.

And you?

And me what? Do you love me?

Me? Why, of course I don't.

Oh, good. Very good.

Why do you say that?

I don't know. You don't love me, I don't love you-

Apparently, we were made for each other.

What's going on? We haven't arrived yet, have we?

Don't be silly We left Switzerland two hours ago.

Two hours already? I'll go and see what happened.

Stefan?

Don't stay too long.

Well?

Train has run off the tracks further up. We'll have to wait.

But... we are going to miss the boat to England.

Well, we'll spend the night in Ostend.

Let's catch the next boat.

There's another one in the afternoon. That's ridiculous.

We'd arrive at Chilton Manor in the middle of the night.

But, Stefan- Mm-hmm?

Your mother is waiting for you.

She'll worry. That can't be good for her.

How? You told me that she had a heart condition.

Oh, yeah. That's the reason that 3:00 in the morning...

is not the ideal time for me to tell her...

that her son was married three hours ago...

to the most adorable girl...

in all Switzerland.

And what's the ideal time for Lady Chilton, if I may ask?

I don't know.

Darling, be reasonable.

I know that your mother will never accept me for what I am.

You will have to tell her one day about our marriage.

She can't be that aristocratic.

And you were brought up in America?

Sure. And for years, she's been telling me, "Stefan, we are different.

That is God's gift to us, and we must never debase it. "

Stefan Chilton!

You are ashamed of me? You are actually ashamed of me.

It has nothing to do with you, Valerie, or what you are.

You're not afraid of her, are you?

Stefan?

You are afraid.

Me, afraid?

When we arrive in Ostend, I'll phone her.

Here you are, monsieur.

The royal suite. The hotel's very best.

It's rather dead around here this time of the year, you see.

I like the seaside in winter.

Madame is right.

Is much quieter.

Please follow me.

Darling-

Aren't you forgetting something?

What? Your mother. You promised.

We've all the time in the world.

All right. All right.

Concierge?

Yes, monsieur? I want to make a call.

Now? Yes, to England. I'll write the number down for you, all right?

I want you to put it through right away.

It's rather urgent.

Very well, monsieur.

Thank you, monsieur.

Hello?

What? Well, there's always someone at that number. Keep trying.

No? I'll call back. Thank you.

I don't understand.

Don't you find it odd that no one ever answers the telephone at Chilton Manor?

Oh. The food is marvelous here, don't you think?

Suppose your mother is very ill.

The Rock of Gibraltar will tumble before Lady Chilton. Don't worry.

Here. Taste some of this fish. It's absolutely delicious.

Hey. Please?

We've only been married one day.

I'm just a little bit sad.

Because you don't try to understand.

No, I don't understand why you make such a fuss about my mother's opinion.

You see, the fact is she already hates you without even knowing you exist.

Try to talk to her.

Go alone, if you want.

I'll stay here. I'll wait for you.

You trying to get rid of me?

All right. All right. You win. I go.

I'll leave tomorrow. Hmm?

Or the day after.

Let's hope we'll find something better here.

I'm so tired.

I'll go in first.

You look after the luggage, Ilona.

Ma- Madame.

I'd like the royal suite, please.

Well?

Excuse me, madame.

It seems to me that madame has stayed already at this hotel.

Indeed.

Madame isn't one easily forgotten once you've seen her.

But no, no- It's impossible.

Oh? How so?

It was such a long time ago,

and madame looks exactly like a lady who must have changed a great deal since.

Do you happen to remember her name?

The Countess Elizabeth Bathory.

But that's my name. You must be joking.

Certainly not, madame.

I was a young bellboy then,

but I do remember, even after so many years.

But it cannot be.

My mother, perhaps?

Well?

Uh, I'm sorry, but I don't think we can accommodate the countess.

Why not? Surely there's no one staying here at this time of the year.

You see, the suite madame asked for...

is already occupied by, um-

Oh, I see. Newlyweds.

Natural, if the countess so desires, perhaps I can ask them to switch rooms.

Of course not, Pierre.

The adjoining suite will do.

Um- We can still make the necessary arrangements...

when they leave tomorrow.

Tomorrow? How?

What's happening?

Look. How perfect they are.

Stefan?

Unfortunately, they're leaving tomorrow.

Too bad.

We've changed our minds. We aren't leaving tomorrow.

Oh. The day after tomorrow, perhaps.

I don't know yet. Very well, monsieur.

As you... wish.

Tell me, who is that lady who has just arrived?

An actress or something? No, madame.

That's the Countess Bathory. A countess?

What a fascinating woman.

Indeed.

Wait. Did you say "Bathory"?

Yes, monsieur. The Countess Elizabeth Bathory.

What are you thinking about?

The same thing you are. What else could I think about?

- We are going out tonight? - No. Not tonight.

Why? I won't be able to wait another night.

Yes, you will, because I want you to.

Isn't she beautiful?

You haven't stopped talking about her.

Did you see her skin, her lips?

She's leaving tomorrow.

By that time, many things can happen.

Come here.

Closer.

Show me your eyes.

You're jealous.

Well, well, well.

I wish I could die.

The light.

The light hurts my eyes.

Darling, your tea's getting cold!

Just a minute!

Stefan! Yeah?

When are you leaving? Oh, there's no hurry.

Damn!

What's taking you so long?

I'm coming. Coming!

Thank you.

What's that? It's nothing.

Oh, you- I said it's nothing.

Come on! It's nothing, I tell you.

All right. All right.

Is it interesting, what you're reading?

None of your business.

I'm just looking at the pictures. Oh, you can't read, huh?

Ha, ha. Very funny.

No, I can't read Flemish. Can you?

No, no. But you speak German. It's almost the same as Flemish.

Try it. You'll see.

"Derde"-

"Third... bloody night...

in Brugge. "

"Another... atrocious... murder. "

Hmm. See how easy it is?

It's not easy, but I'm supremely intelligent.

Read.

"No clues"-

"Another young girl-

throat cut. "

That's revolting.

There are more maniacs loose than one thinks.

Why did you make me read a thing like that?

Three young girls.

And that one's so pretty. Mmm?

Let me see.

Brugge. It's a lovely place, Brugge.

What's going on over there? Let's take a look.

Sorry, I don't understand.

The gentleman is a tourist? Yes, I'm a tourist. What's going on?