Madame Bovary Page #3

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- That was wonderful.|- Bravo, bravo! Bravo!

Excellent. Yes, indeed.

Excellent.

Madame Bovary has requested me|to read you a selection

from one of the greatest works of poetry,|the lliad.

- By Homer.|- The lliad, my favorite epic.

One of the noblest achievements|of literature.

I, myself, had the good fortune|of hearing it read

by one of our greatest actors|at the Comdie in Paris.

- But I...|- Monsieur Homais.

Pardon, pardon.

"O Greeks! Respect your fame

"Respect yourselves|and learn an honest shame"

Magnificent.

"Let mutual reverence|mutual warmth inspire

"And catch from breast to breast|the noble fire"

Paris...

One never forgets its flavor.|The masked balls, the champagne,

and if you knew what went on|in the Latin Quarter. The dancing...

That's utter nonsense, and you know it.

- Charles, when are you coming?|- Oh, come in, dear. Come in.

Madame Bovary,|the Marquis D'Andervilliers.

I must apologize, madame, for taking|your husband away from your soiree,

but I was just passing through the village|and felt an attack of dizziness.

Oh, it's nothing, truly. I'm honored.

You see, I'm just a village doctor,|and it isn't often

that I have the opportunity of murdering|such a distinguished patient.

Charles!

Such a handsome young couple.|You must come to the chteau sometime.

Well, good night.

Good night, sir.

Charles, Charles.|He invited us to Vaubyessard.

Oh, no, he didn't, not really.|He was just being polite.

Why didn't I offer him some refreshments?

"Now shakes his spear, now lifts"

You're not a farmer.|What do you know about agriculture?

May I... May I offer you something?

Some other time, perhaps. Good night.

Well, how's the party? I'm sorry|I had to stay away for such a long time.

Emma, what's the matter?

Is there anything wrong?

"Once sons of Mars|and thunderbolts of war! "

I have at the same time exposed myself...

Emma?

Emma, what in the world|are you doing up here?

Well, everybody's gone home.

I thought it was a wonderful party,|didn't you?

Marquis seemed like a very decent|sort of a fellow, didn't you...

Don't ever mention his name to me again.|I don't ever want to hear it. Never.

What is the matter?

- Emma, look at me. What is...|- Let me alone.

Emma. Emma.

Get control of yourself.

Oh, Charles.

Charles. Charles, I want a child.

I want a boy, Charles.

A boy grows to be a man.|A man can be free.

If he doesn't like his life, he can change it.

If there's anything beautiful, if there's|anything grand anywhere in the world,

he can go out and find it.

I want a baby, Charles. I want a boy.

I want a boy.

New dreams for old.

The dark hours of a woman's life|when old dreams perish

and new dreams are born.

Well.

Emma. It's a girl, Emma.

It's a girl.

The dark hours when new dreams perish.

Monsieur Homais is opening his shutters.

It must be one minute to 9:00.

Monsieur Guillaumin, the notary,|will now come out of the Lion d'Or,

scratch himself and spit.

- Good morning, Monsieur Homais.|- Monsieur.

People do the same thing every day.|They have to.

The town clock will now strike 9:00.

The Hirondelle will leave for Rouen.

Hyppolite will sweep the steps.

Goodbye.

Leon Dupuis will come running over|the bridge, late to work again.

Do you know, Charles,|why that clock strikes?

To announce the death of another hour.

Good morning, Leon.

I wish I were clever.|If I were clever, I could understand you.

If I could understand you,|then perhaps I could help you.

I love you so much, Emma.

I like a clock that strikes the hour.

I like knowing today|what'll happen tomorrow.

I like everything.|I suppose that's what's wrong with me.

- What is it you want, Emma?|- How do I know what I want?

Well, it's after 9:00.|I have to leave for my calls.

It's after 9:
00.|My husband has to leave for his calls.

Oh, Berthe,|are you filled with madness, too?

Are all women?

Do you remember|the Marquis D'Andervilliers,

the man who came here?

You said never to mention his name|to you again?

Yes, of course I remember him.

Why mention him now?

I don't suppose a man can ever know|what a woman really wants

or what she really means.

A ball. At Vaubyessard.

It came yesterday.

He's sent us several of them|in the last couple of years,

but I never told you because...

Oh, Charles, you fool.

I don't know why he's asked us.|I suppose he felt sorry for us.

You never told me what happened|that night at the party.

- I only knew that you hated him.|- Oh, you idiot. You idiot.

He's asked us before|and you never told me. I love you.

- I should have stayed single.|- Vaubyessard, Vaubyessard.

The only marquis I ever met.

This could be a disaster, Emma.|This is aristocracy.

I know some of these people.|I've treated their servants.

Charles.

You come from a farm.|I'm a village doctor.

We're peasants, Emma.|We could be laughingstocks.

Are you saying we can't go?

The one chance in my life, the only...

What are you doing to me?

Are you showing me this|and then saying that we can't go?

No, Emma. No, I'm not.

Oh, you fool. You wonderful fool. Felicite.

Well, where are you going?

I'm going to Monsieur Lheureux|for a new gown.

Madame. Enchanted to see you.

Forgive me, my dear.

Good evening, madame,|delighted to see you.

Doctor. What a charming couple. May I?

Doctor, as your host, I demand the|privilege of the first dance with your wife.

Oh, well...

Perhaps you'd care to join the games|in the billiard room?

Thank you.

Gentlemen, 100 louis, if you make it.

Drinks.

Thank you.

That's my wife... Wife.

Thank you.

The most amazing hunting country|in the world.

- Match, please.|- Wild boar, deer, stag.

I wish you'd join us.

I'm afraid it would be impossible.|Perhaps the next time.

Oh, what a pity. What a pity.

Three kings.

- Who is she?|- Some doctor's wife.

Oh, yes. That peasant.

- I'm exhausted.|- May I have this dance, Madame Bovary?

Oh, I'm sorry.|This is a waltz, and I don't waltz.

- It's quite easy.|- I could show you.

Oh, no. No, I should be afraid to try.

May I?

Oh, I'm sorry, I don't waltz. No, really, I...

No. I would like to stop, please.

I can't breathe. I'm going to faint.

- The lady is going to faint.|- Break the windows.

Emma. Emma?

Emma.

Emma?

Emma?

Emma!

Emma!

Emma!

Wait. Hey, I want to dance with my wife.

Madame.

I don't like to disturb Dr. Bovary.|He's in his consulting room.

- It's Monsieur Leon.|- I'll be right down.

Wait.

- Send him up.|- Up here?

Hello.

Do you know, all the years,|and I've never been up here before.

How was Vaubyessard?

- Charles is downstairs.|- Hang Charles.

Leon.

Leon, after all these years... Don't. Don't.

Leon, this is not Paris.|This is a small village.

Charles is downstairs.

- Madame Bovary.|- Yes.

Madame Dupuis is calling.

- Did you say Madame Dupuis?|- Yes.

- Good afternoon, Madame Dupuis.|- Mother.

- Forgive this intrusion.|- Oh, it's nothing.

Leon was helping me.

I was trying to clear out some trash|in the attic.

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