Madame Bovary Page #7

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Madame Bovary,|why do I have to instruct you?

You are a clever woman.|Your husband is not a clever man.

All right, he's upset.

When he comes back from Daudeville,|share his burdens.

Save him from the sad business|of settling his father's estate.

Get him to give you his power of attorney.|Take it to your lawyer in Rouen.

Have the estate investigated.|If it's worth anything, sell it

and report back to your husband|that it was worthless.

Madame Bovary, you don't seem|to understand that you are in trouble.

That'll be all, thank you.

- Could I get you some...|- No. No, nothing. Thank you.

Oh, you're here.|I meant to be here when you arrived.

Well, I got here earlier than I expected.|I brought all the papers about the estate.

Oh, my partners will take care of it.|We have a whole week for that.

I think they're all here, let's see.

- Oh, yes, here's the power of attorney.|- Emma, aren't you glad to see me?

Of course I am.

I must apologize for the room.

It's hardly in the best of taste,

but I did have to find a place|where you wouldn't be known.

- I'm afraid the decorations...|- Leon.

I love it.

Put those things down and get out of here.

We don't want anything.

Wait, there is something we want.|Bring us some champagne.

Well, you heard the lady.|Champagne, quickly.

Dupuis.

Yes, sir?

Who is this Madame Emma Bovary?

Why, nobody, Monsieur Dubocage.|Nobody special.

Where have you been all this week?

Well, I was ill, sir.

lll? Have I a clerk in this office or haven't I?

- You have no right to be ill.|- I beg your pardon, sir.

- It won't happen again, sir.|- Get back to your desk.

The papers...|You said you wanted new business, sir.

New business? This?

I've had a report on it.|It's nothing but worthless trash.

I wondered, sir, an advance on my wages?

Physician's fees, you know.

Physician's fees. Let that be the last.

Thank you, sir.

Dupuis, tell the woman goodbye.

Oh, Leon, I waited and waited.

Our last day, I have to go back|to Yonville in the morning.

Aren't they worth anything at all?

We had endless conferences,|my partners and I.

They are very conservative men, of course,|but still, they agree.

The estate isn't worth anything.

The power of attorney's there|with the papers.

I'm afraid you won't need it.

Oh, Emma, let's forget it, what's money?

You can afford to say that,|you've got money.

Why is it that|I should suddenly be overwhelmed

with the vulgarity of this room?

Oh, Emma, some day, you and I,|we'll go to Paris.

You and I, Emma, I swear it.

Some day, Leon,|I'll probably stop hoping for anything.

Here, no more sadness. Go dress yourself.

We'll dine, the Caf de Paris.

We'll subdue our sorrows|with wine and music.

I'll go and dress.

Good evening.

- Morning, Monsieur Guillaumin.|- Morning.

- Morning, Monsieur Homais.|- Morning, Monsieur.

Goodbye.

- Good morning, Madame Lefrancois.|- Good morning, Monsieur Lheureux.

A pleasant day. Good morning, Hyppolite.

Why did you come here?|You can't come in.

I only wanted a few words|with your husband.

In there, please.

- You can't stay.|- Really, Madame Bovary...

I've pledged our house, our furniture,|everything we own.

- What more do you want?|- To see your husband. Just a few words.

You said that if I signed|his name to those notes

and gave you the power of attorney,|you'd leave me alone.

- You wouldn't say anything.|- I have no intention of saying anything.

- I am no talebearer.|- Then what do you want?

You want something more.

I come here|with nothing whatsoever to gain.

I ask to see your husband|out of a sense of decency,

in the spirit of justice,|as his friend and neighbor.

It seems only friendly|that he should know.

Monsieur Guillaumin|is preparing to take legal action.

Monsieur Guillaumin?

Well, what has he to do with it?

I needed money,|so I sold your papers to him.

So, you see,|it's really quite out of my hands now.

- You'd take our house?|- I?

Madame Bovary, I repeat,|I no longer have anything to do with it.

If Monsieur Guillaumin chooses|to take your house...

- You scoundrel!|- I beg your pardon.

- You monster!|- It's hardly becoming, Madame Bovary,

for a woman of your character|to start calling names.

I've tolerated your conduct for too long.|The things I have witnessed!

The cheating, the lying,|the insatiable greed.

What iniquities! What sordid passions!

Your child and your husband deceived.|All morals abandoned.

Every loyalty foresworn,

while you indulged yourself|with any man that came your way.

- Oh, don't, please...|- And now you call me names.

I am in the business of making money,|Madame Bovary,

a recognized, honorable profession,

a profession, which I am confident,|bears public comparison with yours.

Please, I beg of you, go.

I beg of you humbly. Please go.

- Good morning, Madame Tuvache.|- Good morning.

- Good morning, Monsieur Binet.|- Good morning.

- Is Monsieur Guillaumin in?|- Yes, he is.

- Monsieur Guillaumin.|- Why, Madame Bovary.

Please, do forgive me for coming so early,

- but...|- Quite all right. Will you join me?

Oh, no, thank you. Please go on.

You see, a dreadful matter|has just come to my attention.

Yes, yes.|Unfortunate, these matters of money.

I haven't wanted to bother|my husband about it.

Of course not. I can well understand.

Monsieur Lheureux, he said...

He said that you were going to take|some kind of legal action.

Now just what would that be?

Oh, the natural course of events,|a judgment against the property,

the bailiff, a seizure of said property,|a sale.

Oh, no, I can't believe you'd do that.

I would be happy if it could be avoided.

- I knew you weren't that kind of man.|- Of course not. Of course not.

- Nothing peremptory, shall we say?|- Of course, I... We can pay.

I have many rich friends who would be|willing to help us if it were necessary.

Yes, I understand a certain party|has recently returned from Italy.

He should have every reason to help you,|according to these details.

You see, I have asked our friend,|Lheureux, to put them in writing.

Amazing. My old friend, Leon Dupuis.

Oh, I'm quite discreet.|After all, it's business.

- This is monstrous.|- Quite the contrary. I find it fascinating.

Who would have guessed it?|Our own Madame Bovary.

Now come, come, come.|Let's not be shy about it.

Why, I found the details most appealing.

Now, my dear, I'm a reasonable man.|I'm not like that Lheureux.

After all, money's not everything to me.

Why, Madame Bovary, I'm sure you and I|can work some detail between us.

- Let go of me.|- Oh, what a sly little thing you are.

I didn't want to, Leon.|Who else do I have to come to?

- I didn't want to.|- Well, I am sure you didn't.

But, after all, 15,000 francs,|it's a fortune to me, yes.

But to you, with all your connections|and all your success...

Don't laugh at me, Leon.|Don't humiliate me.

- Humiliate you?|- Leon!

All my success.

I'm still a clerk. I'm still a clerk.|I've lied to you.

I'm still a stupid little clerk

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