Le divorce de Patrick Page #8

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with just a few mementos--

This Beaufort is not right.

-It's off.

-lt has a smoky aftertaste.

It's inedible.

It's not right. Don't take it.

Oh, this Beaufort is not right.

But all is not lost.

The Reblochon is perfect.

Help yourselves.

The Beaufort really was disastrous.

Yes, but the Reblochon was excellent.

Do you agree?.

Oh, everything was excellent.

You have such a beautiful house,

and you run it so beautifully.

I really could take lessons.

Oh, you are too kind.

There is something a little delicate

I would like to mention...

...while the others are not here.

And I really feel we can talk together

quite freely as mothers.

And quite intimately as friends.

Where is it?. Tombeur. "Tombay."' Tombeur.

I got it. I got it. Tombeur. Tombeur.

"To fall. To throw, as in wrestling.

To fall. To tumble."' God, four years of

French, I can't remember a thing.

Tombeur. That's what Suzanne de Persand

called her brother.

It is an older man taking advantage

of a young girl.

And guess who's the young girl.

It's our own flower, lsabel.

Don't give me that "this is my life" stare.

-lt is her life.

-That's ridiculous. I don't believe it.

-Have I met him?.

-No, neither have l. Oh, it gets better.

Then his own wife says that we

must save lsabel from being hurt...

...by a man who is, and I quote:

"A little unscrupulous where young women

are concerned."'

-It's your fault she has a daddy complex.

-Nonsense.

I've seen plenty of our students falling

for their old professors or someone...

...but those girls were all

weak and clinging types.

Everything that lsabel is not.

Does the fact that our families know

spoil it for you?.

No.

I was thinking of you...

...and of your wife.

Inhibiting perhaps, but not absolutely fatal.

We will ignore what they told your

mother as if they had not told her.

You know I'll be in Concepcion for a few

months to help with the negotiations.

Can't I come with you?.

Sweet.

Will you still want me when

you come back?.

Isn't it your Emerson who said,

"Every hero becomes a bore at last"?.

I have to go and get dressed.

It's getting late. Will you lock up?.

Hello, Edgar.

-Good to see you.

-Yes.

Very nice.

Do you like that?.

Are we both on the same errand?.

Are we both buying gifts?.

Could it be for the same person?.

Mine is a thank-you, farewell gift...

...because she's just finished

helping me with all my papers.

What about yours?.

Mine is only a thank-you gift.

Didn't you give me a scarf too?.

At the end, I mean.

A purse at the beginning...

...a scarf at the end.

Your situation was quite different.

You were not, forgive me,

a vulnerable young person.

No.

I was older...

...and married and divorced,

and two children.

Were worldly, experienced

and already famous.

It wasn't difficult for you to forget me.

Oh, yes, I forgot you.

Not the tears I shed for you.

May l?.

Yes, it is charming.

Why don't we both give her

the same scarf.

Then she can come back and exchange it,

and get what she wants.

Good idea. I'll take it.

Me too.

-Good.

-Good.

I never married a Frenchman.

My husbands were American.

Only the lovers, as you know.

To me, a lover...

...someone I truly love...

...would be more important...

...than somebody I happen to sign

a marriage certificate with.

Lovers are a pastime one

tends to outgrow.

A hobby.

Finally becomes a bore.

You mean in the end every hero

becomes a bore?.

Emerson.

Someone quoted that to me...

...when he was trying to extricate himself.

It suits you.

We're not just buying tampons

and lipsticks, but all kinds of products.

Shampoo, moisturizer, eye shadow,

you name it.

We're planning on buying

three new trucks if all goes well.

And we're thinking of calling ourselves

the Saint Ursula Foundation...

...in honor of our patron saint.

What do you think?.

Wait. Would we be tax-exempt?.

I have so many other questions.

What about my question?.

My divorce hasn't gone through.

As you well know.

And so far nobody's filed a single paper yet.

I don't know what the delay is.

I can hardly take up with a new husband

before the old one's disposed of.

-What's going on?.

-Someone died.

-Who?.

-They won't let us in.

Let me through. I live here!

Shooting at Futurama.

A man fired at his Russian wife

and got away.

He is American. A crime of passion.

There are no crimes of passion in America.

They all kill for money or drugs.

What's your perfume?.

Honteuse. By Charmez.

I like it.

Very subtle.

You'll have your own money now.

You can do what you want.

As far as I'm concerned, my favorite

thing in Paris is the purse you gave me.

Well, it suits you better than me.

Yeah, it's too middle-aged for you.

And too ladylike, I might add.

Stop.

S'il vous plait, stop.

I apologize. You must've done this

a thousand times.

Never. The boys begged me and begged me,

and then they gave up.

Excuse me.

The Eiffel Tower, created at the turn of

the century by engineer Gustave Eiffel....

Who's the guy you let by?.

He said he lost his wife.

What's he doing?.

He lost his wife. He's running after her.

Are you sure he's not running away?.

He's in pretty good shape.

By the way, how are Celine and the kids?.

They're fine.

Then I went to the garbage cans.

Do you know who it is?.

I won't go back!

There's a man's leg sticking out.

What's going on?.

Some guy who lost his wife.

He's pretty high-strung.

By the way, how are Celine and the kids?.

They're fine.

Here he comes.

Something's up.

I'm alerting the guards.

There's a suspicious man on the loose...

...Iooking for his wife.

He's tall, early 40s, blond...

...with a Burberry-style raincoat.

-He has a gun!

-Armed man on the Eiffel Tower!

I repeat:
armed man.

What are you looking at?.

I warned him. I gave him a chance to stop.

I warned him.

All units! Secure the third level.

The door is blocked.

Calm down. Drop your gun

and unblock the door.

Keep your cool.

Stay calm. Don't hurt them.

We're here to help.

Where's Roxeanne?.

Why isn't she here?.

I have to explain it to her.

I have to tell her why I did it.

Is she coming?.

Should we wait for her?.

Please respect others.

I loved Magda. I loved my Magda.

-Magda's his wife.

-Now look at me.

Look what I've done.

Did you hurt your wife?.

She deserved it.

So did he.

The caretaker identified the body.

Who is it?.

Monsieur de Persand. I'm sorry.

That's impossible.

My husband hasn't lived here in months.

I'll just sit here for a while.

I'm really tired.

If you give yourself up, you

can ask to be extradited to America.

Where's Roxy?.

Listen, when you get home, all they'll do

is order a psychiatric evaluation.

I need to see a therapist.

No!

Oh, no!

How?. How did he die?. Tell me.

Maybe you can tell us.

We need to know.

Let's go to the station. It's quieter.

Maitre Bertram can come along.

-Can't you see she's in labor?.

-Help her.

-Here.

-He put it down.

Just get rid of it.

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