Le divorce de Patrick Page #3

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or speak to you...

...or sit in the same room with you

ever again.

Bastard!

During my research

for a exhibition catalog...

...I ran across a piece in the inventory

of the estate of a Dr. William Walker.

-Our father's uncle.

-Exactly.

Your uncle bought it in the 1 930s

in the Rue du Bac in Paris from a dealer...

...and it was still in the inventory

of his estate when he died in 1 979.

It then passed into the possession

of a Dr. Chester Walker of Santa Barbara...

...your father.

I tracked it down in the court records.

Did I hear you say the insurance value

when we ship it to the Getty is $40,000?.

Yes, at least that. Yeah.

And to think, all these years it's been

hanging in total obscurity in Santa Barbara.

God, would you ever have believed this?.

What's so incredible to us at the Getty...

...is that no one here saw that it

had any resemblance to La Tour.

The French are always very quick

to claim anything good as their own.

Sounds like my husband and his lawyer.

Can you believe they're talking

about division of property?.

I'm usually the cautious museum curator...

...but I have a fair hunch...

...that this may be by La Tour himself.

Well, there are a lot of little things,

and they all add up. If you see...

...there's his palette, his color.

See especially how the light from the candle

shows through the servant's sleeve.

You see that, Roxy?.

You see the light?.

My wonderful friends, thank you so much

for being here today.

You seem to be having a good time.

Yes, but that is not why you're here.

This is a fundraiser. I repeat:

Now, as you all know, Action Alert

is in its first year.

We've made wonderful progress

helping women in besieged countries.

Today they're the victims,

tomorrow, who knows.

Because the world is ruled by hawks...

...and arms dealers...

...and minority phobias.

So I hope you brought your checkbooks.

And if you didn't, please empty your

pockets of all your cash...

...because you can always go home

on the metro.

There's someone I want you to meet,

a lawyer who specializes in divorce.

-Oh, no, please.

-His firm has connections with America.

I couldn't stand to hear another lawyer

talk about divorce.

By consent, by mutual consent, by action....

Maitre Bertram, Madame de Persand.

-Her sister, lsabel.

-Hi. Nice to meet you.

Now, I have talked with Maitre Bertram

about your Saint Ursula.

And he doesn't think it's a good idea

that you send her to California.

Could I advise you?.

Sending your picture to the Getty it

might seem a trick to get it out of France.

That might jeopardize

the rest of the divorce.

It could be interpreted

as an act of bad faith.

What if I just rolled it up

and took it in my suitcase?.

You could invite charges that might

lead to imprisonment.

-That's out then.

-lt would be an experience.

I don't think you'd like to experience

a French jail, mademoiselle.

Nice to meet you.

If you need anything....

What's it like in a French prison?.

At Rennes, they have uniforms

designed by Yves Saint Laurent.

No. You're serious?.

They also have a full-time coiffeur.

-How do you know all this?.

-I visit a friend there, Kelly.

She's American too.

-What is she in for?. Drugs?.

-No, currency.

But if you're looking for a new experience,

come to Action Alert on Thursday.

Every Thursday we ship supplies

to the refugees...

...your sexy Uncle Edgar wants to blow up.

How is Gennie?. I miss her so much.

She misses you.

She asks about you all the time.

I love her.

And I love Roxy too.

I'm helpless, lsabel.

I know I am absolutely in the wrong,

but there's nothing I can do about it.

Roxy should understand that.

She's a poet...

...another artist with so much imagination.

I know this sounds romantic

in the wrong sort of way...

...but it's just that it's inevitable.

I met the woman of my life,

and I want to be only with her.

Her name is Magda Tellman.

She's Russian, but married to an American.

I'm painting better

than I've ever done in my life.

I feel like for the first time

I've arrived at certainty.

-Not certainty. Certitude?.

-Either one.

Aren't you going to make

the introduction, cheri?.

I'm Magda.

Isabel Walker.

Roxeanne?.

Are you Roxeanne?.

No, I'm lsabel.

You're the sister.

Yeah.

Are you a friend of Roxy's?.

You could say that. You could say

we have something in common.

Thought I'd like to meet her, you see.

I don't think she's home.

I'm her husband.

I'm Magda Tellman's husband.

The husband.

Tell your sister this message for me,

will you?.

Tell her that I will never give Magda

a divorce.

Never!

Never.

Your sister can make her plans

accordingly.

-What--?. Excuse me.

-I've made mine.

That's her umbrella.

My umbrella!

I've seen him lurking about before.

I can smell guys like that

a mile away.

-Hi.

-Hi.

"We thank you for your submission,

but regret that--" Blah, blah, blah.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Roxy. Rox.

Your poems are beautiful, okay?.

So are you.

Oh, yeah. Beautiful.

I was never like this with Gennie.

Of course, I was in love then,

and we were gonna get married.

To hell with Charles-Henri.

Roxy, go out and get yourself a boyfriend.

Five months pregnant.

Have you lost your mind?.

It will pass.

Anyway, you should get out of here now.

Mom and Dad want you to come home.

I want you to come home.

And listen to all the "l told you so's"?.

No. Besides, my children belong here...

...and I belong with them.

It's Palou.

-What's he saying?.

-He's sort of a warmonger.

He's always got some moral reason...

...for sending French planes out

to bomb places he doesn't like.

-Oh, I'm sorry, honey.

-I'm all right.

-Does he have a wife?.

-Edgar?. Yeah, sure.

Aunt Amelie.

Why do we never see her?.

Well, she's mostly down in the country

with her horses.

They stay out of each other's way.

I'm told they get along all right.

I like her.

Mother would like her too.

What about kids?.

Twins.

Two boys. One at the Sorbonne...

...and one at Harvard Business School.

That's where Edgar went too.

Come on.

-Have a good time.

-Don't forget your hat.

See you later.

-Bye.

-Bye.

You talk only of ideology.

Everyone forgets the

suffering of this people.

Monsieur Rarbourdin doesn't agree.

-Hi. Hello? Edgar?

-Yes.

Monsieur Cosset, it's Isabel.

-The other American.

-I saw you on television.

I just thought it was so great

the way you stood up to those guys.

Well, I feel very passionate

about the situation.

It's time someone spoke out.

But your French must be good

if you can follow all that.

I had a little help from Roxy.

Why don't we get together so you

can polish your French even more?.

-Are you taken for lunch on Thursday?

-No.

Do you know the Pompidou Center?

1 :
00, up on the roof. Cafe Georges.

Oh. Mr. Cosset. Yeah.

-Thank you.

-He might be a little jealous.

Say "Bonjour, Edgar," not just "Bonjour."'

Bonjour, Edgar.

-That's a beautiful haircut.

-Thank you.

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