Madame Bovary Page #4

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She's probably bored with him.

While he's out, she mends his

socks!

She'd like to dance the polka in

town. Poor thing!

She's gasping for love like a fish

out of water.

A few gallant words and she'll

adore you!

Howto get rid of her after?

Madame Bovary, you're quite

pretty and fresh!

I'll have her!

I'll have her! The Show's soon!

She'll be there.

The famous Show did indeed

arrive.

Everyone was merry...

but widow Lefrancois, talking

with M. Homais, looked...

very gloomy.

There's Lheureux.

He's selling the Cafe Francais.

He murdered old Tellier with his

bills.

What a terrible tragedy!

The cafe's sordid and I hate

Tellier...

but I don't like that wheedler

Lheureux.

Look, he's greeting Mme Bovary.

- Where?

- In the market.

I have a seat for her.

She's wearing a green hat.

She's on M. Boulanger's arm.

Quick, here's the apothecary!

A lovely day! Everyone's here! It's

an east wind!

Good-bye, M. Lheureux.

How you got rid of him!

Why be bothered by others...

as I'm here with you today?

Look at the daisies.

All those oracles for girls in love.

Should I pick one?

Are you in love?

Who knows?

Are you abandoning us?

Surely not. We'll be right back.

He can forget that! I much prefer

your company!

Here's the Prefect!

The Prefect couldn't come.

That's his main adviser.

Let's take a grandstand seat.

All this seems a great event for

them.

Oh, provincial mediocrity!

It stifles life and kills dreams.

You can see, dear lady, why I'm so

very sad.

I thought you were happy!

Outwardly, I am.

I must show a laughing face to the

world.

And your friends?

My friends?

What friends?

Who cares about me?

I miss so much by being alone.

If I had a goal in life, or

affection...

if I'd found someone, I'd have

overcome every obstacle.

You've no cause to complain.

You think not?

After all, you're free...

Rich.

Don't make fun of me.

That's not the Prefect!

It's Lieuvain, his right-hand man.

The decorations are very poor,

don't you think?

Obviously, the mayor was in

charge.

He's no artistic genius.

Gentlemen...

first of all let me say...

before talking...

of the object of today's

gathering...

and I'm sure these feelings...

will be shared by you...

allow me then...

to pay tribute to the Public

Services...

the Government...

the Monarch...

gentlemen, our Sovereign...

I should stand back.

Why?

I could be seen.

I'd have some explaining to do,

with my reputation...

- You exaggerate!

- No, it really is appalling.

From a certain point of view...

it's quite justified.

How?

Don't you know of tormented

souls?

They need dreams and action and

the purest of passion.

And so we throw ourselves into

fancies...

and madness.

We poor women don't have such

distractions.

They're sad indeed, if they bring

no joy.

Can it ever be found?

Yes.

You find it one day.

You find it when you thought it

lost.

Then new horizons open.

You confide everything in the

other...

sacrifice everything.

There's no talk, just intuition.

It's the person you've dreamt of.

However, you don't dare believe it.

You're dazzled as if coming from

shadows...

into the light.

Let's say it plainly...

no place is more patriotic than

the countryside...

more devoted to the civil cause...

in a word, more intelligent.

I don't mean, gentlemen...

that superficial intelligence...

that vainly adorns the idle mind...

but that deep and moderate

intelligence...

that comes from respecting the

law and observing one's duty.

Ah, time and again, duty!

Those words stultify me.

Duty is to know what is great, and

cherish what is beautiful...

and not to accept society's rules...

with their inherent ignominy.

But...

Passion is the one good thing on

earth.

It gives us heroism, enthusiasm...

music, poetry, art, everything!

But one must follow opinion and

its morality.

There are two moralities.

The petty, conventional one...

ever-changing and loud-mouthed.

The other, the eternal one is

around us and above us...

like the landscape and the clear

blue sky.

Continue!

Persevere!

Doesn't this conspiracy of Society

disgust you?

Doesn't it condemn every

emotion?

Noble and pure feelings are

persecuted and insulted...

and should two poor souls meet, it

keeps them apart.

But why worry as they will unite

in love one day...

because such is the destiny they

were born to.

The winner...

will lift up the loser...

and live in brotherhood with him.

So why was it that we met?

What chance caused it?

Over the distance, like two rivers

joining...

our paths led us to each other.

Overall prize!

Monsieur Bizet!

I've never known anyone more

perfect to be with.

Manure! Monsieur Caron!

Thus, I'll carry away your memory.

You'll forget me.

I'll pass like a shadow.

Best merino ram!

Shall I count for something in

your life...

in your thoughts?

Best pigs! A shared prize...

You're kind to listen. You know I'm

yours.

You may have noticed...

the priest's absence.

The church probably has different

views on progress.

I'll just tell the fire brigade to be

on their guard.

M. Boulanger!

A fine day, wasn't it?

A fine day indeed!

Let me past to see the fire

brigade!

Several weeks went by with no

sign of Rodolphe.

He thought, "If she loves me

straight away...

"she'll love me more if I keep her

waiting."

He knew he'd been right...

when he arrived and saw Emma

turn pale.

Forgive me for not coming sooner.

I was busy.

I've been ill.

Nothing serious?

Well...

No.

I didn't want to come back.

Why?

Can't you guess?

Emma...

Monsieur!

I've decided to go away...

far from you.

Very far.

So far you'll never hear of me.

Some irresistible force has

brought me here today.

An angel's smile is too strong.

One is attracted by what is

beautiful, charming...

adorable...

I'm so pitiful.

You're a good man!

No, I love you, that's all. Didn't you

know?

Say it to me.

One word, just one word!

Good day, doctor.

Delighted to see you, M. Boulanger.

I came to see how madame is.

Ah, I'm always afraid...

the fits might come back.

I was wondering if horse riding

might help.

Indeed! Most excellent!

Good idea!

Emma...

I don't have a horse.

I can put one at your disposal.

You're very kind, but... no.

Thank you.

I came to tell you that my man

still has dizzy spells.

That's quite common. I'll call by.

I'll bring him. We won't trouble

you.

Good, I'll be waiting.

Madame...

Be careful, accidents happen. Your

horses might be skittish.

No, don't worry.

Enjoy your ride.

Safety first, remember!

Is our path now not the same?

No, you know it's impossible.

Let's forget it.

Where are the horses? Where are

they?

Where are the horses?

You scare me, you hurt me.

Let's leave.

I need you to live.

Your eyes, your voice, your

thoughts.

Oh, I'm wrong! I'm wrong! I must

be mad...

to listen to you.

Why?

What?

I saw M. Alexandre this afternoon.

He has an old filly, still in good

shape...

which we could have for a hundred

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