Woman Times Seven Page #4

I don't mind telling you,

it shook me.

Then she twirled around

and cut off both the candles...

then burst out laughing.

Tell me, what does it mean, Doc?

Don't call me Doctor.

Remember, tonight,

I am not a doctor.

I'm your lawyer.

Well, now, psychologically speaking,

as a preliminary diagnosis...

your wife did strike me as being

a little excited, somewhat strange.

Nothing out of the ordinary,

mind you.

Nothing for you to worry about.

But I do worry.

You see, she was always so sweet,

so affectionate.

And now, you know,

it's my career.

A writer needs peace and quiet.

I must create.

Flying.

Oh, my God!

Are you hurt?!

It's nothing! Nothing!

Your wife's very young

for her age, isn't she?

Yes, like a little girl.

You see, it was nothing.

It's just a vase.

I'll get you a drink.

I'm so happy!

He said I was like a little girl.

She'll need intensive treatment

over a long period.

Will that take care of it, Doctor?

- Lawyer.

- Sorry.

Marianne, is it true?

Am I really like a little girl.

Yes, Madame.

That's just what you are,

a little girl.

So, did our little girl

hurt herself?

No, it's nothing, really. It's nothing.

Actually, a good bruise

would look nice on me.

Flatter me, go with my eyes.

Well, let's have a look, shall we?

Oh, yes, just a slight contusion.

Be all better tomorrow.

Follow my finger with your eyes.

Do as the doctor says, dear.

Lawyer.

Look how well I do this.

Better than anyone.

Now you try.

Hold out your arm.

Your arm.

Your arm. It doesn't hurt a bit.

Hold out your arm.

Come along. Hold out your arm...

then it'll all be over.

Come along.

- Keep calm!

- Edith!

- Keep calm!

- Get her!

Come back!

Come back!

Stay where you are, Madame.

I'm coming.

Stay there.

I'm not crazy!

I'm just in love!

"Dream gown out

of The Thousand and One Nights...

"created exclusively

for the noted Madame Lisiere.

"She will wear this elegant original

to the gala reopening of the Opera. "

The liars! The thieves!

This is mine!

This is an original

created just for me!

It's mine!

I'll sue them for this!

They'll go to jail for this!

Call my chauffeur!

Get these things out of my hair!

Right away, Madame!

Please sit down.

I won't sit down!

Get these things...

Move or I'll call my...

I'll ruin you, Fval! I'll wipe you out!

You'll be walkin' around in rags

and begging!

My husband will destroy you.

He'll destroy you,

and he's got the power, you know.

It's not my fault, Madame Dubois!

They stole my design!

You shouldn't let them

steal your designs, Fval...

especially when a client pays

over 4 or 5,000 for one!

Madame Dubois, look at me!

I beg you! Can't you see?

I'm innocent!

I look at you,

and I see an idiot!

Well, I'm afraid I don't share

your opinion on that, Madame.

All right, Fval,

then you stop that Lisiere woman...

from wearing that gown tonight!

Have them confiscate it!

Get an injunction against it!

You need 24 hours

to get the law moving.

Well, bribe them!

They move quicker with grease!

Naturally. Without bribing,

it takes 48 hours.

The gala is tonight!

Oh, France is just falling apart!

It's disgraceful!

Call the Chief Magistrate.

I don't know.

Madame Lisiere's lover

is very vengeful.

Whose isn't?

Call Madame Lisiere.

Of course, Madame.

Certainly, Madame.

I'd be only too happy to help out.

I'm sure we can find a way.

Thank you, thank you, thank you,

Madame Lisiere.

You are an angel.

Oh, you're too kind.

It's so fortunate that you have

another hundred stunning outfits...

from which to choose.

Everyone knows that you

have over 200...

and the prettiest in all Paris.

But this one, I don't know...

I'm fond of this one.

You know, I don't know

if it's occurred to you or not...

but with very little alteration...

the two could be made

completely different.

Don't you think so, Genevieve?

May I call you Genevieve?

Thank you. Eve.

Now, it would only take a moment...

but, for example, to lift the hem

a little, shift the shoulder...

it would give the dress

a more simple, pure, straight line.

You go right ahead and do it.

I'll see you later.

Later? Where?

Why at the Opera, dear.

You swindled and cheated

this company...

of at least twenty percent

of the reserves...

and right into your own pocket!

You can't prove it.

Anybody can make wild accusations.

- Bobo!

- Darling?

Come in here!

I'll tell you, this whole thing stinks!

And I'm going to get it out

into the public!

I tell you...

Richard.

Sound of the old heart attack,

gentlemen.

Would you excuse me

for a few minutes?

They arrest some poor old woman

on the street for stealing an apple...

and they allow that Lisiere woman

to walk around free!

There ought to be a revolution!

Please, darling, don't yell.

They might hear.

- You still own 51 % of this company?

- Of course, I do.

I'll yell all I want then!

And you better do something!

You just better do something!

That is, of course, unless

you're a frightened, yellow chicken.

You seem to forget the war.

The medals I won.

That was then, and that was easy.

But this is now!

Call Lisiere.

Speak to Lisiere! Call him!

My wife is perfectly right.

Absolutely right.

No, she cannot

possibly change her mind.

I'll send my seconds over

with a challenge.

Sending his seconds over.

And I'll kill you on the market, too!

He's going to kill me

on the market.

Laugh.

He's laughing.

Then you laugh, too.

Laugh! Laugh!

I've got a meeting going on in there.

If I don't get back,

they'll tear me apart.

I'll give you some of the smartest

boys in the company.

They'll work something out.

I can go to Madame Lisiere.

I persuade the world

to buy our products.

Nossereau, Promotion and Sales.

And I might add that we've

had a 30% rise so far this year.

Crosnier, Personnel.

We could call Madame Lisiere

and tell her that her grandmother...

has just died.

You'll have to do better than that.

Her mother?

You don't know very much

about women, do you?

I have an idea.

I'm Demme of Research and Ideas.

Well?

A bomb.

Oh, darling, sweetheart, treasure,

Mama's baby.

Don't cry, don't cry.

Not the hair!

Not the hair, Pierre!

No, look, Pierre!

Look at Bibo the Bear.

Look at the growly old bear.

The growly old bear!

Take over, Nicole.

You are the most beautiful creature

in the world.

Yes, dearest.

Fix this for me, will you?

Sorry it got so late.

Hell of a battle.

I won, of course.

And how about your man, Moreau?

- Did he come through all right?

- He's still with us.

Just a paralyzed leg,

that's all.

You know your man Demme?

He's quite fantastic, really.

I believe he deserves a raise.

Demme. He's one of the little men.

They do produce,

even if they don't get much.

Did he fix your problem?

Yes. He was quite helpful.

I'll tell you all about it later.

Madame?

I'm afraid the baby

wants you, Madame.

Do Bibo the Bear, dear.

Bibo the Bear.

I've already tried that, Madame.

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