Madame Bovary Page #7

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your filth!

You're useless. You can't even

stick labels!

And you live the high life, without

a care!

You sent for me?

Clean that up. Hurry, you murderer!

You've something to tell me?

Ah, yes. Your father-in-law is

dead.

- My dear...

- Yes, I know...

If only I could have seen him.

How old was he?

Sixty-one.

My poor mother...

What will become of her?

Did you have fun?

Pretty bouquet.

Yes, I bought it from a beggar

earlier.

The next day his mother arrived.

Allow me, at this trying time...

to present my sincere

condolences...

and put myself at your disposal.

You're very kind but we need

nothing.

Excuse me but...

I'd like to have a word in private.

About that matter... you know?

Ah, yes! Of course...

Emma, my dear...

Could you... I don't want to leave

mother.

I'm sure your present sorrow...

will find some financial comfort

in the will.

I'm delighted for you and, I must

say, for your husband.

While you were ill...

he was in such a state!

I can tell you, nowthat you're

well again...

We had a few problems.

Problems? What sort of

problems?

You know. Those little fancies of

yours.

The travelling-cases, the coat...

We made it up. I can now suggest

another arrangement.

This misfortune will give him so

much to do.

I could renewthe note he signed

for me.

He'd do best to transfer it to

somebody else.

You, for instance. A proxy would

make it easy...

and we could easily sort out our

matters.

Maitre Guillaumin has prepared

the papers...

to manage and administer his

business.

You could take out loans...

sign and endorse his notes...

Monsieur will do as he sees fit.

But I think...

Where's this from?

Maitre Guillaumin.

I don't trust him. Notaries are

renowned crooks.

We need a competent opinion.

But we don't know anyone.

We do... We could ask Leon.

Yes! That's a good idea.

We'll have to go to Rouen.

I'll write to him.

Charles, this can't be done by

correspondence.

No. Since I have to, I'll go.

You're so good.

The next day, she took the

Hirondelle...

to consult Leon in Rouen.

She stayed three days.

Three full, gorgeous, superb

days, a real honeymoon.

Don't move. Don't speak.

Look at me.

There's something so soft in your

eyes...

which does me good.

Child, do you love me?

You'll leave me, you'll marry. Like

the others.

What others?

Other men, of course!

You're all vile.

Do you ever think of Paris?

No. Well... a little, of course.

We could live so well there.

Aren't we happy?

Yes, it's true. I'm mad. Kiss me.

- Will you come?

- As soon as I can.

Will you promise?

Do you think I need to?

Be careful, anyway.

I swear I'll come.

I mustn't miss the coach.

It blew so strong that day...

Good day, Hivert.

Madame Bovary, what a surprise.

The trip will be a delight.

I've ordered...

a fewfine pieces of cloth.

I'll be delighted to show you.

We'll see about that.

Get lost, you filthy vermin!

Leon showed the document to a

colleague.

Yesterday, I was too tired to

travel back.

You weren't ill?

No, I told you, I was tired.

He was worried. You could have

sent word.

I told him I'd need two days.

Two days, not three.

Mother, it doesn't matter.

Leon is positive that the document

is perfectly in order.

What document?

Nothing important, mother.

A sort of proxy...

to enable Emma...

to take care of household matters

more easily.

A proxy for your wife?

Are you mad?

Mother!

Not everyone's rich...

and no fortune lasts forever.

Was the carpet needed?

Why change the chair covering?

It's all vain fancy!

Silk for linings!

I'd be ashamed of such comfort...

and yet I'm old.

Enough, madame!

I'll tear the order up!

Mother, you're causing trouble

It's all show.

Shall I burn it?

Please do.

This arrangement suits me.

Sorry mother, but you're wrong.

You love her more.

You're right. That's how it should

be.

I'll leave tomorrow.

Have you sorted everything out?

In your best interests, I think.

I've a buyer for your house in

Barneville.

M. Langlois has offered 4,000

francs.

A good price.

I have half the amount here.

I can pay my debts.

I'd be sorry to take back...

such an important sum so

suddenly.

What?

One can put anything on bills.

Here...

sign this, keep it all...

and put your mind at rest.

With the date, please, the date.

What excuse did you give?

I said I had a piano class twice a

week.

That costs money.

But I'm rich!

He didn't question her and

accepted her whims.

He was more her mistress than

she his.

Her tender words and kisses

carried off his soul.

Where had she learned such

corruption...

so deep and concealed that it

was almost immaterial?

One day, they parted early...

and, walking along the

boulevard...

she saw the walls of her

convent.

Her early married life, walks in

the woods...

the Vicomte waltzing all passed

before her eyes.

Leon suddenly seemed as remote

as the rest.

Yet I love him.

No matter, she wasn't happy.

She never had been.

Nothing was worth this quest.

Everything lied.

What is it?

A man in black brought it.

He said it was most urgent.

Law and justice to Mme Bovary.

What sentence?

Within twenty-four hours...

- ...pay the sum of 8,000 francs.

- What?

Forced by legal means...

and notably by the confiscation...

of her personal goods.

By buying on credit, borrowing...

signing notes...

she had gathered for Lheureux...

a sum that he was eager to

obtain.

Have you heard the news?

I suppose it's a joke.

What do you mean?

My little lady...

did you think I'd supply you with

goods...

and money, out of kindness...

till the end of time?

I must recover my outlay. It's only

fair.

But just think:
8,000 francs!

The court upheld it and passed

judgement.

Anyway, you know it's not me.

It's my accountant, Vincart.

But couldn't you...

manage to...

I can't do a thing.

You don't know Vincart. He's worse

than an Arab.

Look, I didn't know. It's such a

surprise.

Whose fault is that?

I slave like a n*gger while you're

enjoying yourself.

Don't you lecture me!

It won't do any harm.

I beg you to do something.

You're trying to seduce me!

You monster!

Oh, come, come.

I'll tell everyone about you.

I'll tell my husband.

Leave your poor husband out of

this.

Don't you think I can tell him a

thing or two?

I know it's not funny.

But debts never killed anyone.

When one has friends, like you...

Where can I find the money?

You have friends, I tell you...

I promise I'll sign...

You've signed enough.

- I'll sell...

- You've nothing to sell.

I really don't care.

Good day, madame, Maitre Hareng,

the bailiff.

I'm to draw up the list of the

goods...

to be confiscated. My two

witnesses...

Latour and Passepoil.

I won't take this phrenological

head...

no doubt a professional tool.

Let's say nine pans, five dishes...

three pots, four chairs...

two torches.

Very pretty. Quite charming!

The law allows me to leave a

guard for the goods.

But I'll take the responsibility...

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