Gemma Bovery Page #3

Much easier.

Maybe not easier, but better.

I can see exactly

where the products come from.

I'm very particular with food.

I don't eat much.

I eat a lot of almonds,

nuts and seeds.

It's a very good antioxidant.

I'm like a little rodent.

I counted 78 minutes

from when she turned into La Boissi?re

until I saw her drive past

on her way home.

78 minutes.

Doing what?

Martin, give me your plate.

Of course.

I live here.

And Rankin adores France,

especially French food.

I've been hearing that

for years and years...

You love France and French food.

I love French cheese, French wine...

Is that wrong?

It's like with Morocco.

Long live couscous

but let's forget the Moroccans.

Reducing France to wine and Camembert

is pathetic.

Rankin's wife is French.

Exception to the rule.

You're wonderful, Jouberi.

You know your own mind.

As for me, I like the French.

So it's done. They f***ed.

At least that's clear.

All because of me.

The husband doesn't see a thing.

You don't care.

You're totally detached.

Y es, Daphne.

I can't concentrate at the moment.

It's hard for me as well.

I miss you too.

I'll be thinking of you, honey.

Dustbin day.

You got it.

Are you okay?

Fine, and you?

- Studying going well?

- Hard to concentrate.

Maybe ask your girlfriend to join you?

She'd help you concentrate.

- Think so?

- Yes, I do.

You may be right.

Have a good day.

Wait.

Hello, Mum.

I'm not out of breath.

Don't be silly.

No, I wasn't jogging.

I was working. What do you think?

I know, she told me. I called her.

Okay,take care, Mum.

Stay with me.

I can't.

I wanted to tell her:

You can still get out of this.

You can put an end to it.

You're plunging headlong

into something with no future.

He will destroy you,

as Rodolphe destroyed Bovary.

This will end in death, Gemma.

This will end in death.

Good morning. Are you well?

An ?pi and two croissants, please.

How's your husband?

- He's in London.

- For work?

And your son'?

As dumb as always.

3.60 euros.

She forgot her croissants.

What's that?

What?

What are you afraid of?

I heard footsteps.

Hold on...

It's fine.

No one.

Don't worry. He's not back till Sunday.

I don't want to talk about it.

Why do you stay with him?

I know you'll never leave him.

It's me you'll leave.

Why spoil everything

by talking about the future?

This can't last forever.

It's why it's so good.

How can you be so cold?

Listen...

I'm happy with you.

But I love you.

You understand?

I love you.

You love me?

What are you doing?

I'm thinking.

N 2 am'?

Not my choice.

Gemma's croissants?

I can't believe you ate them.

Not at all.

I'll leave you to it.

- Can I have 20 euros?

- What for?

To buy a book.

You, a book?

Yeah, for school.

What book?

First Love by Turgenev.

Dad?

The 20 euros?

F***, me Sevres!

What?

Our one valuable object.

I'm dead.

Don't worry

My husband can fix it.

- Are you sure?

- It's his job.

Are you sure you can't stay?

Will you come to London with me?

To London and to the end of the world.

How to kill someone else's affair

when if gives you grief?

A! firs! I tried ESP.

Leave him, Gemma. Leave him.

Leave the little prick.

I'd like two croissants

and a baguette "tradition"

and some madeleines de Commercy.

How many madeleines do you want?

Four, please.

How is your husband?

Very good.

You'll see him soon.

Me, I'm going to London.

You're going there?

For work?

For a while?

Not long, unfortunately.

Why unfortunately?

Sick of our country?

Martin, butt out!

No, but a change of scenery

will do me good.

5.60 euros.

See how happy she looks?

Poor Charles... so kind,

so trusting.

I wish I could say

I committed that vile act

out of masculine solidarity

with Charlie.

Bu! I know it's no! true.

I was just beside myself.

I! was then that I remembered

Rodolphe's letter in Madame Bovary.

"I will be far away

when you read these sad lines.

"I wanted to flee

as quickly as possible

"to avoid the temptation

of seeing you again.

"Emma, forget me.

"Why did I have to meet you?

"Why were you so beautiful?

"Farewell."

Farewell.

Why did I have to meet you?

Why were you so beautiful?

Farewell!

Who is it?

No one. Just a neighbour.

Remember you're here

to revise your exams.

You are working, aren't you?

I hate it when you talk to me

like a 10 year old.

Where is the Cupid?

I've looked everywhere.

The Cupid'?

One of the few things

I care about

in this bloody house.

It's nothing.

It was a tiny scratch.

Excuse me?

It's nothing.

I gave it to a skilled restorer,

an Englishman here.

An Englishman?

He's very professional.

Spare rne this nonsense.

How can an Englishman

repair a S?vres statuette

that survived 3 revolutions

and 2 world wars without a scratch?

I don't even want to know

how something of this son happened.

Who is this woman?

I'm sorry.

I cannot come to London.

I must go to Paris.

I'll write you.

Florence de Bressigny, hello.

I think you have

a small S?vres of mine.

A S?vres?

A S?vres porcelain figurine.

You do restore antiques, don't you?

Yes, but...

A S?vres porcelain figurine.

My son said

he gave it to you to repair.

I don't know your son.

I don't get it.

He clearly told me

he gave that valuable piece

to an Englishman at this address.

It must be you.

This is news to me.

I have no S?vres.

No porcelain.

This is really very tiresome.

I suppose I must believe you.

I'm heading back to Paris.

Here's my card.

I am very attached to that piece.

Good day, sir.

I had pulled I! off.

I admit that today I'd like to erase

that horrific moment of pleasure.

What are you doing here?

Did you get lost?

Come on, baby.

Take it easy, Gus.

- How are you?

- Fine.

Not a sign of you all week.

It's nothing.

I needed time to myself.

And you're well?

Do you have a minute?

Of course.

Stay here, Gus.

You want some tea?

Sure.

You've started it?

Madame Bovary.

Barely. I found it in Rouen.

Maybe because of the name.

I wanted to see what it was about.

You like it'?

Nothing happens

but at the same time...

it's interesting.

That's exactly right.

I received this.

It's a letter

from Madame de Bressigny's lawyer.

She's asking you

to return a figurine...

I didn't steal it.

I know it's here but I can't find it.

What can I do?

If you could help me answer it,

it would be good.

My French isn't good enough.

I can try.

"Dear Counsellor...

"In response to your letter...

"we are writing you today.

"We do not understand...

"We do not understand...

"your-'i

"We do not understand...

"We do not understand

your obstinacy...

"Our position

"is the following...

What is it?

This year is incredible!

Unbelievable! Take this, little f***er!

It's the year of the field mouse!

You killed it'?

Of course. Wasn't I supposed to?

No... yes, but I wasn't expecting it.

Dustbin in the kitchen.

Pain in the arse this year!

What is this?

It's for the mice.

What did I say?

Don't use this stuff!

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