La doublure Page #4

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Olosing this factory

will upset hundreds of lives,

a human drama I needn't describe.

Think it over, sir.

I'm thinking...

It's very painful,

a very painful situation.

Is there a subway close by?

- No, why?

- Everything's shaking.

That's just me.

My nerves.

- Where do you usually live?

- On the Left Bank.

- Better than here, I bet.

- It's a nice place.

Oan't I come live with you?

I'd rather not.

I won't ask why, you must know.

No one can spy on me there.

- Wouldn't that be better?

- No.

- You like being spied on?

- Yes.

I don't get it.

I haven't since day one.

You must have figured out

a thing or two.

A guy too rich paid me to sleep

with a girl too pretty,

in a bed too small.

We're being spied on,

but I don't know by whom.

The guy too rich.

He can see us now?

His flunky can,

with a camera and binoculars.

Life's complex

for pretty people with dough.

No, it's simple.

Like yours with Emilie:

you're unhappy, she's unhappy,

so's the rich guy and so am I.

How cheerful!

Never fall for a married man.

On that score, I'm safe.

You still love him?

We're quite a pair!

It's late, let's get some sleep.

I want to call her.

But she won't answer.

Yes she will, call her.

Now I know:
I'm nothing to her.

She's right, I sleep with a supermodel

to make ends meet.

That's rough.

With you, it's not so bad...

Poor guy! On supermodel duty!

Making fun of me?

Yes. Oall her.

I don't dare.

Emilie?

It's Pascal, am I intruding?

Know what time it is?

Sorry, I'm at the store,

doing the books.

Didn't see the time go by.

I loved our lunch together.

- Hello?

- Yes, I'm here.

Let's do it again soon.

You call me at 11 PM for that?

No, I had a great idea,

and wanted to tell you at once.

Ask your friend

to come by my store with his girl.

We'll take some photos

to put in the window.

Hello?

He's not my friend!

Screw his girl and your window!

I'm sick of all this.

I'm not interested!

Emilie...

It's not Emilie...

- It's not?

- No, it's not.

Oh, it's you.

Sorry about that.

Mind letting go of my breast?

Sorry.

- I was dreaming, I'm sorry.

- No big deal.

She was snuggled against me...

I figured that out.

Her skin was so soft.

But it wasn't hers.

I'm sure hers is soft, too.

Turn around.

Right.

I'm not used to someone in my bed.

My buddy Richard,

a few times before we got the couch.

But it wasn't like sleeping with you.

If it'll calm you down,

pretend I'm him.

True, that calms me down fast.

We can't show him that.

You can see he's fondling her breast.

Why?

There's a street lamp

by the window...

No, why'd she let him touch her?

Don't know.

I sat on an old crate all night,

in a crumbling building.

What do I know?

If we show him these pictures,

he'll go ballistic.

Well?

You saw the press coverage, sir?

Fabulous, no?

These articles show

that they took the bait.

They all fell for

"The Princess and the Parking Valet".

- The pictures!

- I was getting to that.

We have some, but they're

not great... technically.

- You can't see much.

- Not enough light.

I disagree.

These pictures are fine.

Nice work, Paul.

Thanks, sir.

Back to your stake-out.

That little bastard!

Trying to make her!

I'll fix him. He'll be out cold.

You'll make him lose his valetjob?

Sir, small fry are tough

to put the screws on.

She's in his bed, he touches her,

for whole nights.

May I speak as a friend?

No.

Alright.

Say what you have to say.

A man like you can't be jealous of him.

You're paid to defend me,

not to judge me. Get out!

Mr Berman.

Well?

You were right, they're not an item.

Even though they slept together.

You have proof?

- Your husband has them watched.

- What?

Another guy

was spying from that building.

He hid, but I recognized him.

No kidding!

He has them watched?

As there are no curtains,

he's like us, he sees it all.

This is too good!

He puts her in the guy's bed,

and now frets.

Wouldn't curtains add to his anxiety?

When you can't see,

your imagination runs wild.

How sad, this poor guy

who can't afford curtains!

- How is he?

- My husband gave him a shot.

- He gives shots now?

- He learned, he had to.

Feeling better, Dad?

- He stuck me like a pig.

- I'm sorry.

I saw the grocer's wife

for her phlebitis.

The shot she gave me was a joy!

- Do you have bronchitis?

- That's right.

- What did I prescribe?

- Suppositories and syrup.

Suppositories?

So keep it up.

Ooming to Andr's birthday?

I have a ton of work.

Stop by to please Franois.

Move! I have

another patient to see.

- She won't come.

- Why not?

Because she won't.

I hope you're wrong:

he must be so unhappy.

Holed up in his place

with his heartache.

Bravo!

Karl, bravo.

Thank you for coming.

One of your finest collections!

On to the next! I'm never satisfied.

Not too bored?

Why do you all walk like horses?

We did ourjob, let's go.

You looked magnificent

in that wedding dress!

- Thanks.

- You're very good.

So are you.

Me?

Keep it up, it amuses me no end!

She says I'm good?

Have I parked her car?

I've re-estimated

the cost of your divorce.

It's still rough but...

I'm not divorcing.

I thought it over last night

with a cool head:

no woman is worth

losing my life's work.

Bravo.

In business school,

I dreamed of being

the OEO I am now.

Why lose it to a passing fancy?

Bravo again, sir.

Losing my drive,

my pride, my power,

for someone I may soon tire of?

Music to my ears!

After 20 years, leaving my wife

is tearing off a part of myself.

A big part,

she has 60% of the shares.

- That's not what I meant.

- Sure, I'm sorry.

In short, I'll call that girl

to say it's over.

- Does she keep the 20 million?

- Sure.

She can keep the money,

it's only honorable.

Yes, of course...

I had a trick to get back

most of the sum, but...

That's not what matters.

I'm myself again.

Well done, sir.

To think that I equated

an industrial empire...

with... Elena.

It's Paul.

Yes?

Really?

I'll tell him.

They've put up curtains.

What?

His place has curtains now.

But why?

I don't know.

I knew it!

He's sleeping with her,

hiding behind curtains!

No matter, since you're leaving her.

Let's break his legs

with a lead pipe!

We pay him to act decently,

and he reams her ass!

Sir, you came to a decision.

Ourtains! So they can hide their smut!

Why the curtains, dammit?

Hello?

- Evening. Foix speaking.

- Evening.

Things fine?

I just got home,

I liked the fashion show.

- You did?

- Ask about the curtains!

It was awesome.

I'd seen that on TV, but...

Sorry to cut in,

but did you do some decorating?

What?

The curtains. Nice, aren't they?

The little sh*t!

May I ask why you bought

those curtains?

She bought them.

Elena bought them?

I saw them when I got home.

- Why did she buy curtains?

- Why did she buy curtains?

To protect our privacy, I guess.

Privacy!

What's the creep saying?

We didn't hire you

to have "privacy" with Elena.

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