Le divorce de Patrick

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Hello.

Hello.

What is the purpose of your visit to Paris?.

To visit my sister. She's having a baby.

She's married to a Frenchman.

I mean, her husband's French.

She's a poet.

You want those berries, huh?.

Artichokes...

...asparagus.

In the 1 7th century,

well-bred women never ate asparagus.

Especially white asparagus.

Really. It was considered

bad for reproduction.

The Princess de Cleves

would never have had any.

Really?.

I'll take it anyway.

I love it. So does my husband.

And I'm pregnant.

In any case,

it's still a good diuretic.

Papa! He's home!

Where are you going?.

What's wrong?.

I'm sorry.

Where are you going?.

I'm sorry, Roxeanne. I'll call you.

I'm sorry.

-I'll call you.

-Talk to me.

-No, don't, Roxeanne, no.

-Just--

No, no, don't. Don't.

-Why are you doing this?.!

-No, Roxeanne!

Charles-Henri.

-Just tell me where you're going.

-I'll call you.

Are you coming back?.

Are you free?.

-Hi, lsabel.

-Hi.

-I'm sorry. I am in a hurry. I have got to go.

-Okay.

I'll see you later.

Looking for someone?.

Roxy de Persand. My sister.

You sound just like her.

Let me help. I'll call her.

Oh. Thank you.

I'll buzz her.

Madame de Persand?.

It's just up there on the right.

Hey, where was Charles-Henri going?.

He went to the country to see

about one of his paintings.

-Well, what do you think?.

-I love the beams in the ceilings.

They look like the ones we have

in Santa Barbara.

Oh, no. Those are the fake ones.

These are the real load-bearing ones.

She looks so much better here

than she ever did at home.

-Papa did that picture.

-He did?.

And he did that one too.

-And he did this one too.

-Yeah?.

-And that's the two-dog one.

-Two dogs?.

Did Charles-Henri go to the country

to sell a picture or to paint one?.

I'm not sure.

This is the tricky part.

Here it is.

It was a maid's room...

...but these days you have no idea

what a space like this is worth.

And of course, it makes a

wonderful place to work in.

Look at the view.

There's a present for you

in the orange purse.

-This one?.

-Yeah.

I hope you're not gonna feel

too cramped up here.

Oh, no.

-It's beautiful.

-You like it?.

Yeah.

Let me put it on you.

Thank you.

I think...

...Charles-Henri has left me.

What?.

Did something happen?.

Is he having an affair?.

I don't know what's going on.

I don't even know where he is.

And what am I going to tell his family

at their Sunday lunch?.

You tell them exactly what you told me.

-That he's in the country.

-No, but they're in the country.

If I were to tell my French friends

that Charles-Henri walked out...

...they'd say, "Of course."

The French always say "of course"

to everything.

Like everything is absolutely normal.

I'll never say, "But of course."

There's my brother-in-law, Antoine.

-He's kind of cute.

-You think?.

Anyway, he's married.

Whatever that means nowadays.

We saw a car on fire!

Really?. How dangerous!

Our adorable lsabel!

-Welcome.

-Thank you.

Where is Charles-Henri?.

He had to go to the country to see

some people about a painting.

Of course.

Come inside.

Isabel, right here,

next to my brother Edgar...

...called "Palou" in the family.

He'll take very good care of you.

And my son Antoine on the other side.

Charlotte, here.

And my darling Roxeanne next to me.

Oh, what good fortune to have two

such lovely American girls with us today.

And are you also a poet

like your sister Roxeanne?.

Oh, no. Roxy's always been the smart one.

She inherited all of our father's brains.

I'm the poor little half-sister.

Really?. Just like Cinderella.

Where in the country?.

To see a buyer about a painting.

Of course.

Lamb raised near Mont St. Michel.

I went to see Mont St. Michel!

So, what do you think

of that senator of yours?.

The chap that kept a diary

of all his sexual exploits.

I'm sorry?.

Perhaps you haven't followed the affair

with the same eagerness as we have.

We are fully informed about his secretaries,

who were so obliging to him.

Very discreetly, he calls them only S-1.

-S for sex.

-S-2, S-3.

-S-4, S-5, S-6....

-No, no.

Gennie, that's enough.

And when he asked S-1, or was it S-4...

...to explain the power he had over her,

she said it was his hair.

Apparently he blow-dries it

not using any gel...

...so that it always comes out

with the right amount of....

Bounce.

Why?.

Why are adultery and fornication

treated as the greatest joke on Earth?.

I don't think they're always so comic.

Me too.

Well, many things in this world can be

treated as tragedy rather than comedy.

Such as all senators will like

pretty young women.

Also, I'm free to watch Gennie

whenever you want.

It's no problem whatsoever.

Can you do me a favor?.

Where are you?. Tell me.

I forgot my contact lenses.

Can we meet at the Flore?.

Why?. Why can't you come here?.

Gennie's asking for you.

What am I supposed to tell her?

Tell her...

... I'm thinking of her all the time.

-And me?.

-What did you say?.

Are you thinking of me?.

Sure I am. I'm thinking of all of us.

Do you--?.

Do you still love me?.

So you don't want to bring them?.

-Okay.

-Don't hang up.

J'arrive!

I'm going out.

-Charles-Henri wants me to meet him.

-I'll go with you.

-No. You don't have to.

-I want to.

I can't believe I agreed to do this.

Why do I just let him walk all over me?.

Did you hear that?. No.

-What did he say?.

-You don't want to know.

Did you invite us for a drink?.

I think I'll take the--

What tastes like licorice?.

Ricard.

Roxy. Here you are.

I've been trying to call you.

Madame Pace!

So nice to see you.

Charles-Henri.

Where is he going?. Did I say something?.

He's going to the country.

Well, come on. Let's have a drink.

-And you would like?.

-A Ricard.

Roxy, what are you allowed to drink now?.

What, three months?.

-I'm lsabel.

-Oh, I'm sorry.

This is my sister, Olivia. Isabel.

-Hello.

-Nice to meet you.

Roxy. I need you desperately.

The University of Tulsa, my alma mater...

...has bought all my papers and things,

which are in a mess.

I was wondering if you'd consider...

...I mean, you're the first person

I thought of...

...helping me put them

in some kind of order.

Now's not a good time for you.

Isabel is looking for a job.

Yeah, you are. You can't babysit Gennie

and me forever.

She's done all kinds of courses:.

Art history, film. What else?.

Comparative literature

and depth psychology?.

Good. That means you can read and write,

and you're just the person I need.

-Do you know how to prepare a Ricard?.

-Not really.

Add a little water.

There you go. Some ice, and you stir.

-Did you have fun?.

-Yeah.

-Are you Gennie's babysitter?.

-She's my aunt.

I'm sorry. This is for Gennie's mom.

Last month's bill.

-She must have forgotten.

-Okay.

Tell her how much I like Gennie.

She's talented, lively.

I enjoy having her in my class.

Don't forget your pirouette.

Practice!

Roxy's taken a wrong turn in life...

...and for all we know, lsabel,

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