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Right, you stay here, sirree.

Can't I come?

No. Quarries are dirty and dangerous.

And, uh...

Did you get what you wanted?

I am a boy.

Where are you taking me for lunch?

To a little country hotel.

You've never taken your wife there?

No.

Never.

That's all right, then.

You're seeing Anne -Marie this evening?

As always.

It is Thursday, isn't it? Certainly.

Well, then why us?

Just to be sure.

We know our Thursdays are sacred.

Anne -Marie values them quite as much as I do.

She's been a good friend to me, Eve. I just wondered. People do change.

Not over friends, believe me. Really?

We have, haven't we?

We were more than friends.

But yes, we've changed.

You especially.

Oh?

I feel younger every day.

What do you and Anne -Marie talk about?

Well, you needn't flatter yourself as you.

Never speak of our husbands.

We have an agreement. A pact not to bore each other with domestic topics.

I hate that suit, Shirley.

Cost enough?

Makes you look like a gangster.

Good.

You'll be late for your precious work.

I'll see you later at the office when I bring the flowers.

I may be tied up.

Oh, I'm sure.

I'll just bring them, hand them over and vanish. Don't worry. Right.

You will be gone by the time I get back, won't you?

Naturally.

Why do you keep asking such obvious questions?

Just to be sure.

Oh, my free.

What for?

Bonjour, monsieur.

Bonjour, madame. Come on.

Oh, bonjour, madame. Bonjour, madame. Come on. Please look at the list.

You

aren't

still fussing about that gas, are you?

Yes, I thought I smoked something. Yes, but... Well, you better call the gas

people. But I did, Eve. Last week, they found nothing.

You're imagining it. No, I'm not. In my line of business, you get a sixth sense

for this sort of thing. Get it tested again this morning, if possible. Tell

it's urgent.

And if they try to put you up, remind them what happened to that apartment

at Port Royale. Blown sky high.

But it was only last... I said, get it tested, Sherry.

A gas leak can be a killer.

What does it do?

Well, it's really just a sophisticated oven clock.

Some people use them in bed.

In bed?

So no one burns up too soon.

Does it function with a detonator? Of course it can. But then can't we all

properly primed and correctly, sir?

Now, in a quarry... Good morning.

Ah. Good morning, sir. You're very formal today, Henri. Is he behaving

Lucy? Well, no more badly than usual, Monsieur Drouin. Thank you.

Off you go.

I know what you're here for, and some of us have work to do.

But I brought you the Solex 48B you asked about, sir. Oh, what's your

on it?

Yes, all I don't see is having any significant edge over other timing

currently available, but it's fine.

And 100 % reliable, which is something.

Good, leave it with me. I'll come back to you on it. Right.

So, the rundown on today?

Well, first, at 10 .30, you've got Monsieur Gaucher, then at 11, United

Minerals. 11 .45, there's a meeting here with Monsieur Charbonneau.

I am right, aren't I? My husband has them out of it. Not necessarily, madame,

no, no.

You mean you have found a leak, after all?

Not as such, madame, no, no, but... Then what?

Well, I've known it to be a case of expansion and contraction in a joint.

A rise in temperature, if you've had the central heating on for a considerable

time, for example. That could cause a weak joint to expand.

This has been known. And then you would get an omission.

But that other inspector, when he came, he found nothing.

He was quite positive my husband was mistaken.

No one can be completely positive, not in this world, madame.

I can always tell when it's a Thursday.

Really? How's that?

Madame is always a little, um, on edge.

Nervy. What nonsense.

But on Fridays, Madame is usually her old self again.

You're a wicked old thing, Madame Campbell.

What an insinuation.

Chris.

To our residence.

Oh, bonjour, Madame.

Yes, yes, she is.

My arthritis.

No better, no worse.

Madame Fournier.

Anne -Marie?

Would you please give the gas man another cup of coffee?

Anyway, I will be seeing you this evening.

Thank heaven.

Oh, I can't tell you how I live for a Thursday.

Yes. Anne -Marie?

Some chocolate truffles for mid -yards, would you?

Yes.

Seven o 'clock, as always.

Okay.

Bye.

Thank you.

Good afternoon, Lucy. Oh, the flowers, how lovely.

You can put them down for him, thank you.

Is my husband in?

Yes, madame, but he's in a meeting. Would you like me to let him know that

you're here?

No, no, don't worry.

Lucy.

Oh, shall I pop back later? No, it's all right, Henri.

Madame Drouard always brings new flowers on Thursday.

You've met?

Yes, but briefly.

Madame Drouard, enchanté.

Monsieur? Henri, please.

Henri is our technical advisor. Yes, I know.

My husband has often mentioned you to me. I'm flattered.

Oh.

Madame. You're far too gallant. No.

Antoine.

Take it.

The boss's wife says so. Okay?

Are you sad, Cherie?

Something will matter.

Papa is very old -fashioned, you know.

So am I sometimes.

Especially just now.

I can't say I've noticed.

With you, I mean.

If he knew about it, Eve... Oh, come on.

Soon he will know.

He'll have to.

What do you mean?

Come on, let's go upstairs. No, I don't want to.

Not today.

You see, I've just confirmed I'm pregnant.

I thought you always said you took... Just lately. I forgot.

Deliberately?

I think so.

Yes.

I want our baby's Eve.

You're hardly more than one yourself, you know.

This is blackmail.

Biological blackmail.

Yes.

But you did say, you did promise me you were making, well, divorce

arrangements with your wife.

Because she couldn't give you babies.

You have asked her.

No, not yet. I will... Well, now you must, and quickly.

Well, I... I don't think she'll agree.

In fact, if you know Mark as well as I do... You must make her, Eve.

For the baby's sake.

My sake.

My father's.

After all, Popeye's important to you, too.

He says you're setting up an important deal with him. Is that right?

Yes, it's thanks to him we're going to be able to expand.

Yes.

Like I'm going to.

Thanks to you.

I will, Nick. In fact, I have already started.

Will you give me a week? Just one more week.

No longer.

Papa will insist on a white wedding, not a shotgun one, with my tummy out here.

To us.

All three of us.

Ma? Ma, are you home?

You haven't smelled gas again, surely?

No. Look, I've just found the very thing. It's a detector with an

sensor. And our technical whiz, Henri, suggested it.

But the inspector found nothing. Ah, well, he couldn't have had one of these.

You're obsessed.

Not at all.

Believe in playing safe.

I'll say one thing in your favor.

You're never late.

You're always home from Anne Marie's well before midnight.

Like Cinderella?

Yes, I suppose so.

Except I've lost my prince, Amandine.

See?

Evening's all over, isn't it?

No, darling.

No.

You've never forgiven me, have you?

You never will.

For what?

Oh, Eve, I did want to have children.

If you only knew.

Look, I have accepted it.

It's not your fault.

Liar.

Perhaps we should separate after all.

A divorce?

Would you give me a divorce?

No. What is separation? What's the use of that?

It might be better.

Let's not discuss it, all right? Why not? Because we're all right as we are.

We... we get along.

A separation's no help to either of us.

The topic is finished.

Dead. Okay?

Did you give me those notes for my speech tonight?

Yes, Monsieur Drouin. Well, I can't seem to find them. But here's a copy.

Oh, thank you.

You know how I get when I have to stand up and hold forth.

It is a very small dinner, isn't it?

Yes. There's just 12 of us, but they are the most prominent industrialists in

Europe.

Monsieur Drouin's office.

Hold on a moment, please.

Mademoiselle Chabonneau.

I'll take it in my office.

Yes, hello?

Cherie, I'm thinking of you.

It's exactly a week now, you know.

Yes, yes, I know.

Hold on.

Good night, Matthew.

Good night.

Now, don't worry, my darling.

We shall be free. Shh!

You have asked her.

She'll definitely let you go. And in time? Yes, yes.

She must.

Absolutely must.

If she doesn't, I shall get rid of the baby. I'll have to.

And if I do that, Eve... I know.

Just know I'll never, ever want to see you again.

Darling, please, please, don't be silly.

It's okay. It's all fixed. Everything, I promise you. She has agreed.

You're darn pleased with yourself.

Yes, well, I've had a really good day. We landed the Algerian contract.

Magnesium, very big.

And we beat the opposition hands down.

Just off, are you?

Give my regards to Anne -Marie.

She hardly knows you. Well, let's say I can give her as a regular fact in our

lives, a fixed point, a weekly feature.

You are full of yourself.

Yes, well, it's good to get things wrapped up, resolved positively, and to

advantage once and for all. I'm sure it is.

Oh, well.

Enjoy your dinner, even.

Yes, I would, if I didn't have to make a speech afterwards.

You'll be all right. Just found your own crazes.

Goodbye.

Mart.

Ma.

Couldn't we call a truce? A peace fire, perhaps?

Who knows? Out of it, something better might grow.

Peace, even love again between us.

I'd like to think that.

Except I know it isn't possible.

Why not?

Because I know you don't mean it.

You may wish to, but you don't.

As those notices say, they're level crossings.

Watch out.

One train can conceal another.

I wish I had any reasons left for believing you, but I don't. Do I?

Not if we're honest.

I'll be back at my usual time.

Good night.

Goodbye, Harry.

Gentlemen, keeping pace with the new microtechnologies revolutionizing every

aspect of our industry, we gentlemen must create new supranational funding

systems to match this dynamic explosion.

We must not sell the future of our industries short.

Thank you.

We may have to make a bit of a detour, monsieur.

Oh, why?

Big power cut.

Terrace, they reckon. Where?

At Nanterre.

It's in a lot of districts, including yours, the 17th.

Surely they can switch to another supply.

Not according to the radio.

I hope monsieur has some candles at home.

I don't find that funny.

Hello? Hello, Mart.

Look, where are you?

No, I expected you home, that's all.

Oh, I see. You're staying the night with Anne -Marie.

No, that's fine, fine.

Yes, I heard about the power cut.

No, it didn't affect the restaurant. In fact, our lights are still off here.

Oh, yours have just come on? I'm so pleased for you.

No, darling.

No, of course I don't mind. Now you're there, you'd better stay there.

Yes, I'll see you tomorrow.

Fine. Oh, Mart.

What time was this power cut?

I see. And your lights have just been restored, yes?

So you were without power for how long, roughly?

About half an hour, yes?

No, no, not at all. It's just that hours seem to be taking rather longer.

Goodbye.

Oh, my God.

Well, aren't we lucky?

A whole night together.

And all thanks to a power failure.

Shall we?

And to your friend as well.

Dear Anne -Marie, what a blessing she's been.

What would we have done without her, Anne -Marie?

All we want.