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(daria from "Turandot" by Puccini plays)

A GIRL CUT IN TWO

(music stops)

(honks horn)

Hi, gorgeous. It's great to see you.

- Have a good trip? - Perfect.

I stopped off for Iunch at Georges BIanc's.

- You always have good ideas. - It was on an impulse.

It was divine. I thought of you.

The bastard hasn't Iost it.

- You seem in fine form. - I am.

You'd better be, seeing what's coming.

A heavy schedule again? Capucine, don't push your Iuck.

- That's it, complain. - AIIow me. What's in there, a wild boar?

Cut the modesty act. It's your tome.

Giraudet's on my back for you to do a book signing at his bookstore Monday.

He's afraid he'II run out,

so I'm playing delivery girl.

Relax. I'II take them down tomorrow.

We'II print 200,000 to 300,000 copies. You have no reason to complain.

- I won't. - I'II take that.

- Still have your Iittle place in town? - Still.

Quite the Iocal Iord, aren't you?

- The Marquis de Carabas. - Marquis de Sade, rather.

- Want a drink? - No, thanks.

Well, I do.

I never understood how you could work in this mess.

I can't work anywhere else than in this mess.

- Still write in Ionghand? - Still.

Where's Dona?

Upstairs, in her Iair. She's working Iike mad.

- Still Iove her? - More than that, my dear.

She's a saint.

Not just that, but she's a saint.

But not just.

Capucine!

Capucine, what a pleasure to see you.

Let me Iook at you. Younger than ever.

Not too much, I hope. I mustn't Iook ridiculous.

OId age is when you start saying, "I've never felt so young."

Give us a break with your quotations.

That's Jules Renard, smarty-pants.

You know so much.

- Not your tongue! - You didn't used to say that.

Stop it, you two. You're getting me hot.

How can you make him work Sunday?

Yes, how?

And for a cable channel, to boot.

That's it.

Henri says Iocal cable channels are where it's at, in terms of image.

In terms of image. Listen to yourself talk.

- And in terms of nuisance? - Don't throw a fit.

You've known Bernard since school,

and young Volte, the interviewer, is good.

- Ever watch him? - Never. I'm unforgivable.

You know he hates TV.

You avoid the Paris media circus,

as you call it.

You hole up in the country but want your books to sell.

So cooperate a Iittle.

Nice and easy.

I'm thirsty.

...and the good news is, these temperatures will Iast all week.

It's our own Indian summer. See you tomorrow.

(man) Thank you, Gabrielle. You're the sunshine of this station.

Don't forget tonight, after the news with Benoit Charpentier,

Antoine Volte will interview, Iive,

writer Charles Saint-Denis,

who will honor us with a presentation of his new book.

So, Miss Gabrielle,

don't we Iisten to our cell?

- Sure. Four times a day, at mealtimes. - Four?

There's my four o'clock snack.

- They're waiting. - Coming.

Saved by the bell.

- Tomorrow at one. Cafe de I'Horloge. - I'II call you in the morning.

- You tease. - You father of three.

What magical hands, child.

- What's your name? - Sandrine.

Sandrine.

Shit. Excuse me. I thought no one was here.

No, please. Do come in.

Sit down. I'm almost done.

No, I won't disturb you. I can take off my makeup Iater.

No, please, stay. You're not disturbing me.

So, how's it going, old man?

This fairy treats me Iike a king.

Keep it up, child.

We've known each other since school. Remember Father Goriot?

No, Gregoriot.

Remember? Do I ever. He made sure I'd never forget him.

AIways a hand down my pants. It didn't cause an uproar then.

How old were you?

Primary school... 22, 23.

We were Iittle darlings.

It's disgusting.

I spoke to Antoine. He Ioves your book.

Good. How about you?

We can discuss it Iater.

He hasn't read it.

Enough about the book. Let's talk about you.

Do you enjoy that?

What?

Being talked about?

Just a Iittle. Not too much.

You really don't miss the Iights of Paris?

Lyon isn't exactly dark.

Do you still write for the Nouvel Observateur?

They're kind enough to ask for my opinion on selected topics.

I suppose you don't do it for the money. Charles Saint-Denis, what motivates you?

The contact with reality.

It's a real problem for writers. I Iead a nun-Iike existence.

What topics interest you at the moment?

I wonder if French society isn't drifting toward Puritanism or decadence.

- Quite a subject. - Especially for a nun.

(laughs)

One Iast thing, if I may...

And the Goncourt Prize?

He already won it.

That's right, you already won it. Congratulations.

What year was that?

In '69. A magical year.

If there ever was one.

And the French Academy - are you tempted?

As you know, I Iove quotes, so here's one.

You know Piron, the 1 8th-century playwright who wrote La Metromanie?

Of course... Piron.

Well, this fine Piron

wrote his own epitaph.

"Here Iies Piron, who never made it...

not even to the Academy."

Thank you.

I'm delighted to see you again.

Mr. Mayor, how are you?

- Not afraid of compromising yourself? - Why?

That moron Fontaine claims Jacques really slipped up.

Oh, shit. What are you going to do?

As usual, busy him with something else. Don't you worry.

Lydia. What's she doing here?

She and Bonnerbier hit it off.

It goes to show...

It's not that I'm bored,

but I have to run.

Goodbye.

- Excuse me, sir...

- Oh, that's right.

Fun's over, kids.

I'm due at the veterans' banquet.

No joking matter.

- Sir, I wanted to...

- Excuse me. Charles...

Could you talk to Galland? He'II do a fine piece on your book.

- That kid's divine. - Who is?

The girl you were staring at.

Hold this for me. It's hot.

Who is she?

Gabrielle Snow. A predestined name. She's our weathergirl.

But I'II bet she's on her way up.

- Having a good time? - How about you?

Capucine and I had a good Iaugh. But I have to go. My train's at 9am.

Leaving me again?

AII the better to come back to you.

- One more round. - I can go home on my own.

- No, wait for me.

- At the cloakroom.

- The verdict's unanimous, my dear. - For or against me?

Dummy.

Where's Dona?

Waiting at the door. Coming home with us?

Bernard wants to have dinner. He'II take me home.

Insatiable.

- I'm free, that's all.

- Is it all?

See you tomorrow, then.

(horn honks)

- Don't pull a face. - You promised never to do it again.

You know I can't keep a promise. Ask my dear mother.

One day, your dear mother will fire me.

Then I'II sneak you in again through the back door. They asleep?

Josephine's gone up, but EIeonore's with your mother.

Oh, Lord.

Paul, where have you been?

Do you really care, Mother?

- I was so worried. - I went by the stables.

- At this time of night? - Yes, this time of night.

- Pour me a Scotch? - Mother...

Ah!

Not him again!

- PIay with us? - Lay off me. Thank you.

"Charles Saint-Denis, our Iocal

claim to fame, will sign his new book..."

Fuck the claim to fame.

What?

What do you see in that bastard?

Don't start that again.

I hate him. I hate the guy.

It's me.

- Home already? - Yes.

It was a bore. I'm exhausted.

- Hungry? - I had a bite at the bash.

Let's hear it. What's Saint-Denis Iike?

Uh... not bad for his age.

Hey, you.

Just kidding, Mom.

He's a good writer with a real narrative sense.

OK, his style's a bit conventional, but he's definitely talented.

Good reader's report.

I know a thing or two. He's a high Iiver...

Meaning he Ioves women?

He Ioves his wife. One of his best books is dedicated to her.

Hm...

- Why are we talking about him? - I saw the show. Volte's so stupid.

Don't be an old fuddy-duddy. I'm going to bed.

- Coming tomorrow? - What time did you say?

He's expected at four. Come a bit earlier.

OK. Good night, Mom.

(bell tolls)

He'II be here any minute.

- He's always on time. - As a rule.

- Speak of the devil! - How are you?

Just fine. You, too, from what I see.

I was just thanking Capucine. I know you dislike such rituals.

I have to come out my hole sometimes. Or I'd never Ieave Mont Valin.

I'm so happy there.

Still an epicurean?

That's his biggest stroke of genius. The gourmet reputation.

Wherever he goes, everyone bends over backwards

and brings out that extra-special bottle of wine.

If they only knew you can't even make an omelet.

I won't even answer such nonsense.

- I still enjoy the fleshly pleasures. - That's reassuring.

Hello.

Hello. I didn't think I'd see you again so soon.

- You expected to see me again? - I hoped I would, yes.

My mother works here.

A Iucky coincidence.

So, you were brought up on books?

Yes. That's why I make it a point of honor never to open one.

You're funny.

"A bon mot is worth a bad book."

Jules Renard. Don't tell me you also have that disease.

Afraid so. My father gave me a dictionary of quotations when I was ten.

It was one of his few presents.

Well, young Iady, I've driven all my friends up the wall

with quotations, spoonerisms and anagrams.

And you'd kill your mother for a witty remark?

Don't tell a soul,

but... I killed my mother.

- It's time, Charles.

- What?

I said, it's time to start.

It's four o'clock.

Capucine Jamet, my publisher and friend...

- Gabrielle Snow. - Yes, sorry. Gabrielle Snow.

Gabrielle. What a pretty name.

If you don't mind, Charles...

Um...

- Do you Iike auctions? - Never been.

Perfect. There's one this Saturday at 2pm at the Presqu'ile Auction House.

- We can meet there. - Uh-huh.

I'M COUNTING ON IT

And if I don't open your book?

Come anyway. You staying?

A bit, yes.

I Iook old here, don't I?

Don't ask yourself that. And most of all, don't ask others.

But I don't Iook as old as that.

(woman) Look, it's the Gaudens boy... Poor guy.

(man) Poor guy? Don't make me Iaugh.

Good day, Iadies and gents.

My humble respects, young Iady.

Don't tell me. Doesn't your face grace our TV screens every day?

Thank you, sir.

Excuse me, where can I find the book

by a certain... Mr. Saint-Denis?

On the table near the author.

Near the author. Near the author.

No, please, it's your turn. I can wait mine.

Say, Paul, how are things? You feeling well?

Just fine, but I find your tone rather paternalistic.

I meant your fall from the horse.

I read about it. I worry about your health.

- How touching. You talk Iike a book. - It's to entertain my readers.

(laughter)

So what brings you here?

I couldn't miss the chance to see a Iiving genius again.

Not young, certainly, but Iiving.

For your mother?

I have to run. Tell Mr. Saint-Denis I'm sorry.

- I doubt it matters much to him. - Tell him anyway.

Paul Gaudens. Delighted to meet you.

Very funny, your Iittle act.

- Did you Iike it? - Mm.

- Why the dislike? You jealous? - Jealous?

No, but unlike him, I'm honest.

He's a poseur, a fraud.

OK, but attractive, rich and famous.

Rich? No, I'm rich.

Much richer than him.

I'm a Gaudens. Gaudens Labs. Don't tell me you've never heard of them.

Say no more, poor man.

Now you'II think I could only Iove you for your money.

I have to go to work.

- I'II give you a Iift. - I have my horse. Thanks, anyway.

How can I see you again?

Your helmet!

- Your book. - Don't bother me with that crap.

Come in.

- Hey, gorgeous. - Mr. Director.

- How's my heavenly goddess? - Fine.

(cellphone rings)

Excuse me.

Yes?

Oh, Jean-Phi.

No, no, tell me...

How much did you say?

5,000 euros?

No, that's fine.

You can sell it in six months.

Mm.

Don't mention it.

Take care, kiddo.

You wanted to see me?

I was wondering if you're happy doing the weather.

Why? Something else for me?

Could be.

You're young... and I have to talk to Bernard.

- Give me some time? - AII the time you want.

(knock on door)

- Yes. - Can I see you a minute? Urgent.

OK. Excuse me.

Gregoire fought with Emilie.

We had to shift everything to read the teleprompters. It's getting personal.

Those two are starting to get on our tits!

Somebody's balls are going to end up in a jar!

OK, go speak to Gregoire.

- I'd speak to Emilie. - Thanks, but I make the decisions.

Try to calm things down.

I'II be down in a minute.

- I don't know what to say. - Scare 'em.

- Problems... - I'II Ieave you to them. I have to go.

OK, my pet. We'II talk again very soon.

Anyway, I've had a very interesting day.

Is it nice in Rome? No kidding? Rotten Iuck...

Here? Beautiful. Serves you right.

(laughs)

No, I don't believe it.

What a clown.

I'II tell Capucine. She'II have a good Iaugh. She's next door.

I mustn't Ieave her alone too Iong. She goes back tonight.

She Iikes driving at night. Yep, my two women are deserting me.

I Iove you, too. Take care.

Want a drink?

- Looking for something? - The remote.

What for?

To watch TV.

That's new.

Men can be fickle, too.

Goddamn it!

Under the coffee table, smarty.

...the weather with Gabrielle.

followed by the evening news with Benoit Charpentier.

Gabrielle. what's in store tomorrow?

It's still warm for the season. between 2 1 and 24C for the region...

A Iovely young woman.

Very young woman.

See you tomorrow.

You're smart to Ieave tonight.

- I was waiting for you. - So I see.

I followed you. To know all about you.

Aren't you a Iittle Ioony?

- Can I take you to dinner? - Where?

Wherever. Whatever you Iike.

Too easy. You choose, and we'II see if I Iike it.

OK, you're on.

Just give me a minute.

Hello, Mom? It's me. I'm eating out. I won't be in too Iate, so don't worry.

Take care. See you Iater.

- I drive fast. - That doesn't scare me.

This is our Nuits St. George 1 961.

You can serve her.

Thank you.

Nectar of the gods.

- To us. - To you, sir.

- First names. - OK.

- What do you do for a Iiving? - Want to know everything?

Just what you do for a Iiving.

I Iive.

That's no answer.

(clears throat) I'm in business.

Good. What kind of business?

My father's business.

He's dead.

When did he die?

AImost ten years ago.

What was his business?

Gaudens Laboratories. Ring a bell?

That Gaudens? Yes, it does.

And you manage them?

Not quite. Thank you.

- You Iive on your private income. - More or Iess.

More than Iess?

- Does that bother you? - No, it's rather nice.

As Iong as you don't feel useless.

Excuse me a second. Start without me.

Hurry up before it gets cold.

- Evening, Boris. - Evening, Mr. Saint-Denis.

- Evening, EIIie. - Evening, Charles.

- Evening, Cecile. - Good evening, Mr. Saint-Denis.

- I told you, call me Charles. - Never. Then you get hooked.

It's quiet tonight.

Last night, we had a group of nuts dressed as Chinese.

It was fun. What can I get you?

A Chivas, no ice.

- I read the review. A good start. - I'm glad.

Is it selling?

You only think of money, but you're not to be pitied.

You can talk.

You should know. Who was it who said:

"Only earn as much money as your imagination allows you to spend"?

- I did. - No, it wasn't you.

The usual... a gin and tonic and a Perrier for the gentleman.

- With or without Iemon? - You and your Perrier.

If you want to remain attractive...

But you are attractive, so cut it out.

He keeps harping on his age.

Women don't care about your age. Your experience is all.

True, we Iive in strange times.

Never has one seen so many tits, navels and thighs. But hands off.

The Iron Curtain.

That reminds me, all this crap began after the Berlin Wall came down.

- Put it on my tab. - What do you think, Cecile?

I don't know. I don't do politics.

No, honestly. When you talk to young people...

Take my daughter, Charlotte.

The other day, she says to me, "Dad, Iet's talk man-to-man."

OK.

So she says, "What if I brought an old man home?"

Charlotte's 23.

I ask her, "How old is this old man?"

She says, "50."

OK, I'm a tolerant father.

I don't Iike conflict.

So I say something Iike this - "As Iong as you're happy."

She brings the guy home.

Nice fellow, actually.

I know him by sight. A Iawyer, too.

Don't tell me she's Iooking for a father. She has two.

Her mother's husband,

who raised her, and me. So?

See you Iater.

He do that often?

Sexuality is one of the great mysteries of humanity.

I saw Capucine Iast night with Bernard.

- She's still gorgeous. - You bet she is.

Say, know anything about Saturday's auction?

Thanks, Paul. It was delicious.

- I'II take you home. - I'm on my scooter. It's not far.

You're amazing. Honestly.

Saturday, there's a party. The whole jet set. Be my date.

Saturday? I don't know. No, I can't Saturday.

- When, then?

- I don't know.

Don't pressure me. I hate that.

Sorry. Forgive me.

Of course I forgive you.

- You're sweet. - Sweet?

I didn't say stupid, I said sweet.

Good night, Paul. See you soon.

I Iove you.

Number six, a Iove Ietter

from Gustave Moreau.

We'II start at 1 80 euros.

1 80, everyone wants it. 1 80. 200.

220 to my Ieft. Come on, Mr. Junot.

- Not tempted by a Iittle Iove? - Not at that price.

You've changed.

250. It's worth twice as much.

There are over 200 Iots! 250, going once...

(bangs gavel) Gone to the man in the second row.

Now, Iots seven to 40 - manuscripts and books from the Divanov collection.

For starters, a centerpiece sure to interest some amateurs here.

This is it.

...a rare edition of The Woman and the Puppet by Pierre Louys,

in mint condition, from 1 937,

with ambiguously enticing illustrations by Edouard Chimot.

The Bonne Compagnie Press.

We'II open the bidding at 500. 600.

700. 800. 1,000.

We have 1,000. 1,1 00. 1 200.

1,500. 1,700.

2,000.

2,000.

No?

Sold for 2,000 euros.

Mr. Saint-Denis.

Congratulations, sir.

And moving on now to number eight, a marvelous Ietter from Ingres...

He was a fabulous erotomaniac.

He Iived Iiterally shut away in his flat. He died half blind.

I thought it made you deaf.

Must depend on your character. He was incredibly talented.

Pibrac's Quatrains are a gem.

There are more unpublished writings, and no one knows where half of them are.

And why this one?

This one is kind of special and...

it's for you.

If you don't Iike to read, you can Iook at the pictures.

Here we are.

What do you think?

I come here to work when I can't bear the silence of the countryside.

You think I'm stupid?

I'm a better judge of character than that.

Can I get you a drink?

(cork pops)

I'd Iike you to kiss me.

"A GUIDE TO MANNERS FOR YOUNG GIRLS"

I must have seemed clumsy to you.

I'II teach you.

I get the feeling I'm not the first one you've brought here.

You could be the Iast one.

That's a beautiful photo.

Where is it?

Lisbon.

You've never been?

There are Iots of places I've never been.

Will you take me there?

- What time is it? - (thunder rumbles)

Nearly 7pm.

Shit. I have to get to the studio. I'm on before the news.

- No shower first? - I prefer to keep you with me.

- Meet you here Iater? - What do you mean?

- Not tonight? - Whoa, Iittle girl. You're going too fast.

- I'm not a free man. - Really?

- I've been married for 25 years. - So what?

I'm nearly 30 years older than you.

So? Does that bother you?

You've made sharper remarks.

And smoking doesn't suit you.

What's up?

"I dare undertake all and achieve all."

At a Ioss for words, Pops? You need to quote?

Trust me, Gabrielle.

It's for your own good.

Here, take your filth back.

You know what?

You make me sick.

(door slams)

And this unexpected weather may be with us all day tomorrow and even Monday.

Good Iuck to you all. See you tomorrow.

Gabrielle, I've been Iooking for you.

I tried to reach you all day.

I'd Iike you to come with me to the Fresco party tonight.

Why me?

There are two or three people I want you to meet.

Be right with you. It could be really important for you.

- That's kind of you, but... - No buts.

Get down to the wardrobe. Roland's expecting you.

I'II wait for you in my office. See you in a bit.

(smooth dance music plays)

There you are. How kind of you.

Emilie is hammered. Should I take her home?

Leave her be. I'm firing her in five minutes.

- Say, honey... - Excuse me. Be right back.

- May I have some Champagne? - I'II get a cold bottle.

Champagne, young Iady?

- Oh, Paul. Thank you. - I'm glad you came.

My boss dragged me here.

Any reason suits me.

Gabrielle. You're the Ioveliest Iady here.

And it's not as if the others haven't been trying.

Care to dance?

(music continues)

Your boss is absolutely charming.

Are you OK?

Excuse me.

- Come on. I'II take you home. - Leave me alone.

No. Don't be stupid. It's Iate and you're far from home.

You'II catch cold. I'II take care of you.

Everyone treats me Iike a kid.

Let me Iove you, Gabrielle.

I can give you everything you want.

I can marry you if you Iike.

But I don't Iove you, Paul. You're not the one I Iove.

What do you mean?

Whoever he is, he doesn't deserve you. I'm the one who deserves you.

I know you were made for me.

Give me a chance.

It's true. It would be so simple.

- Kiss me. - I don't want to.

A kiss. That's all I'm asking for.

I'm used to getting what I want, honey, so don't fight it.

Not used to getting turned down, are you, buster?

- You trying to turn me on? - Paul...

- Wanna turn me on? - Paul, cut it out.

Let go.

Don't worry. It'II be all right.

(d "Elle A Au Fond Des Yeux" by Julien Clerc)

I'm such an idiot.

The job's available. It must be on your mind.

Not really, at the moment.

Don't be stupid. Le Riou's not the sort to Iet things drag.

I'II Iet him come to me.

- (woman) Gabrielle. - Yes.

- Excuse me. Can I see you a minute? - Yes.

Someone's waiting in your dressing room. I think it's important.

Thanks, Isabelle.

- Excuse me? - Go ahead.

I didn't want to disturb you at work, but I wanted to apologize for Iast night.

I'd had too much to drink.

Forgive me, won't you?

Of course I forgive you.

I acted Iike a fool.

More Iike a spoiled child.

Don't say that. You're so different from the others.

So different.

You know, Le Riou's a friend of mine.

So I gathered, yes.

If you want, I can...

Paul, stay out of my business.

Ah.

You won't be indebted to anyone. Is that it? I get it.

OK.

Gabrielle...

Gabrielle, I Iove you. You know that.

You really try hard to win me.

Where's your pride?

I don't know. I don't care.

I want so much for you to Iike me a bit. A bit.

Just a tiny bit.

I do Iike you.

- You do? - Mm-hm.

She said it! Hallelujah! She said she Ioved me.

- Can you say it again? - I Iike you.

That's nice.

- (knock on door) - Yes?

- Miss Snow? - Yes.

These are for you.

- There's a card. - Thank you.

COME. CHARLES.

(gasps)

My angel, do you realize what's happening?

I don't realize a thing.

I hurt you, didn't I?

Forgive me.

I wanted to protect you.

Protect you from me.

You're so innocent.

- Who cares now? - Yes, who cares?

Who cares, but I'm so old.

(chuckles)

Oh, you're so old.

But with age comes experience.

- And? - You said you'd teach me.

Don't tell me you're depraved.

Don't tell me you're a pervert.

Come on.

Can I stay tonight?

I forbid you to Ieave.

(bell tolls)

- Make you some coffee? - (grunts)

"Autumn's here. The nights are growing colder."

If nights grow cold...

- I recommend it. - I Iike action.

There's plenty of action. The style's Iively, too.

- OK, then, I trust you. - You won't be sorry.

- Hi, Mom!

- What a wonderful surprise.

- Thank you. - Goodbye.

- I'm taking you to Iunch. - No, you're not. I'm paying.

Nope. Today, it's on me.

We Iaugh a Iot.

He's actually very funny.

It hasn't killed your appetite.

I'm ravenous these days.

- Not having white wine with your fish? - No.

I saw the show Iast night. You were good.

It beats the weather report.

I mean, you almost awed me.

That's something to celebrate.

- Here's to you. - To you, my darling. Be happy.

That's all I care about.

- I know you'd really Iike him. - Mm.

There's no "mm."

And he'd adore you.

You're a bit naive, sweetie.

Is it his age?

To be honest,

it's not a point in his favor.

He's older than I am.

I always knew you'd snag a father...

I don't know. I worry about you. It's only natural.

- You don't think it'II work out. - Put yourself in my shoes.

We Iove each other.

Mm.

Does his wife know?

He's spoken to her.

He says that she can't Iive without him,

that she'd rather accept another woman than Iose him.

She's very unhappy and cries all the time.

It can't be much fun.

- Then he won't Ieave her. - He will. But not just yet.

He doesn't want to hurt her.

- How noble of him. - Dessert?

Thank you.

Thank you.

To the two most beautiful women in my Iife.

To the most perfect man.

- And the most imperfect. - Stop exaggerating, you two.

- To my man, my good man. - Yes.

Say, Capucine, could you persuade those sharks who exploit us

to Iet me wander the globe on an expense account?

There's a biography in the air. Whose?

It's a tossup.

Cendrars or Stevenson, while I'm at it.

(greetings in subdued tones)

Mr. Saint-Denis, what a surprise.

And Iovely company.

Dona, my wife.

Capucine, a friend. Paul Gaudens.

Delighted.

You're in charming company, too.

Oh, please.

It's just my mother and sisters.

By the way, this table you're sitting at is normally reserved for us.

I won't insult you by asking you to move, but I did want you to know.

I know, Iadies, forgive me.

I must seem a bit ridiculous to you.

But Mr. Saint-Denis has a habit of trespassing on my preserves.

PIease forgive this cavalier intrusion.

I hope you enjoy your meal.

He's not a member of your fan club.

Bah!

The impertinence of an inferiority complex. Of no importance.

I Iove you.

And I'm in Iove with you.

I envy you two.

What do you envy?

Your Iove.

No flaws, no compromises, no childishness.

It's easy enough. I Iive with a saint.

You've said that before.

Know what this saint dreams of,

if she had another Iife?

Reincarnation with a pair of balls.

- Have you decided? - For better or for worse.

Would you taste it?

- Fine. - It's all right?

Thank you.

Josephine, really.

I didn't do anything.

I didn't do anything, did I?

Not at all, miss.

Stop it. You're embarrassing him.

I'm sorry if I put you out.

- It's nothing, miss. - Mm. Exquisite.

As good as the one we drank at the La Poteries'.

- Don't you think, Paul? - Your mother's talking to you.

Yes, Mother?

I said, this is as good as the Champagne at the La Poteries'.

- Why must you bring them up? - Why not?

Because my answer is still no.

PIease give it some more thought.

Emilienne is charming, cultured, and her parents are fine people.

Your father was very close to them.

And I've known Madeleine since childhood.

Sure, you're practically cousins.

Emilienne. They should have called her CIeopatra.

That's enough.

Besides, I have other plans.

- What might they be? - I think I'm in Iove.

What?

Did I say something dirty?

Will you rap my knuckles with a ruler Iike old Mr. Philippot?

- Stop that. - Remember Mr. Philippot?

You hired him for remedial tutoring.

He tutored me, all right,

and in subjects you never even imagined. Poor Mother.

But so what? It Ieft you time for your charity committees.

Good deeds, charity...

But you couldn't even raise your own children.

Raise them, maybe.

But Iove them,

that was a bit too difficult.

If only you'd had Iovers...

Yes, Paul.

- Frank... - Yes?

Let's go fetch the cigars from the car.

- See that Iittle number? - He's pathetic. Weak.

He has charm.

He's the Gaudens Labs heir.

Originally, it was the old Iady who had the fortune,

but the father was a brilliant chemist.

At his death,

young Paul, who was barely 1 8,

was mixed up in a scandal with the sons of some Iocal notables.

You're a fine one to talk.

Seriously, they kidnapped some girls, one of whom was very young, nine or ten.

A bit too young.

Mommy managed to hush up the affair.

- How do you know all that? - I heard it from the horse's mouth.

My Iawyer friend Gerard Briancon.

- You know him. - Every inch.

(laughter)

I adore you. He told me. Swore me to secrecy, of course.

Young Gaudens came out white as snow.

I don't know about you, but I find it pretty immoral.

I don't feel I can judge anyone.

(Gabrielle) You can open your eyes.

Not nervous?

About what?

You don't feel humiliated?

Not even ridiculous.

I'm happy with you.

I Iove you more than I've ever Ioved anyone.

- Want something to drink? - I don't feel Iike it.

You all right?

Not great. It's hard. The words aren't coming.

Use someone else's.

Obviously I do that anyway.

But seriously, these days writing bores me.

I don't know why. I need...

I don't know... I need some sort of change.

A change of women.

You really are a kid.

You have no idea.

Don't be so sure of that.

- Get dressed, we're going out. - It's past midnight.

Just get dressed. And wear a skirt.

I find you mysterious.

Mysterious?

My ass. A woman's only worth the desire she arouses. What are you drinking?

- A grenadine and Iemon soda. - That takes the cake.

You were right to dump those damn flowers.

Good evening, all.

AIban.

I knew you'd be here.

It's great to see you.

I missed you Iast time.

I couldn't resist.

- How's Charles? - Charles?

Just fine. He's already back to work.

I haven't seen him in a while.

Hey, speak of the devil and you see...

(both) his horns.

Capucine,

meet Gabrielle,

whom I've told you about.

Good evening, and welcome.

But we've already met, haven't we?

Yes.

Cecile, sweetheart, some Champagne.

- Nice place. - You haven't seen it all yet.

Let me introduce you to AIban, the owner.

Good evening.

I've seen your face before.

- You aren't the first to say that. - Or the Iast, I think.

She's not only gorgeous, but...

- She thinks. - (laughter)

Come along, angel.

Friends of his are friends of ours.

Is this her first time here?

It's her birthday tomorrow. This is a surprise.

Does she know?

It wouldn't be a surprise...

- And you enjoy it? - I enjoy it, and it turns me on.

Don't worry about her. She Ioves it.

Sure, and she adores you.

Sure. And I adore her,

and Iife is beautiful.

I Iike it here.

Introduce me to your friends?

Finish your glass.

I have something to show you. Come on.

Happy birthday, angel.

Let's go home.

I'II take you to your place. It's more sensible.

What do you mean, sensible?

Angel,

I Ieave for London in the morning. I told you.

You said next week.

I mean, yes, it was supposed to be next week.

But Capucine called this afternoon.

There was a Iast minute change because Jonathan Coe had a conflict.

When will you be back?

Thursday or Friday.

It's 3am. I'II wake my poor mother.

No, you won't,

not if you go gently... as you do so well.

Have a good trip, my Iove.

Goodbye, Gabrielle, my angel.

Be happy without me.

And take care of yourself.

Come back quick.

(mother) You were so quiet, I knew it was you.

- You're not asleep? - I'm sleepwalking.

Happy birthday, darling. You're sweet to come home tonight.

He's off to London tomorrow.

- He'II be back soon? - In four or five days.

- Are you happy at Ieast? - Mom, I'm not a kid anymore.

Don't walk me to the train. You know I hate goodbyes.

Can you do it today?

Yes.

Don't worry.

It's strange. Usually I'm the one Ieaving.

"To those who ask why I travel I usually reply:

"I know what I am running from...

But not what I'm Iooking for." Not very cheering. When are you back?

I can't tell you exactly. Next month...

Capucine is joining me in London.

I may go on to New York. It all depends on John.

I won't ask. You'II tell me as you go.

I can't Iive without you.

I open what I think is my door, and standing there is Woody AIIen,

in front of a mirror, half-naked,

in baggy boxer shorts,

beige-colored but oversized...

That must've been a shock.

I wouldn't say that.

Woody AIIen's a shock, but in shorts, the shorts win.

I don't mean Woody AIIen's not a genius.

- Very funny, but our time's up. - It's not so funny if our time's up.

Can't we keep talking? Can't we go on?

But I've no choice. Thank you for coming, it's been a pleasure.

- I'II finish some other time? - Come back when you Iike.

So ends Icing on the Cake. Hope you enjoyed it.

Tune in for next week's surprise...

- Isn't it Gad? - I can't say. It's a surprise.

Have a nice weekend. Roll the credits, please.

With Gad EImaleh.

Thanks, Edouard.

Thanks for coming.

- See you soon. - Good Iuck.

- Was it OK? - It was great.

They're thrilled upstairs.

Good. Hand me my cell, please.

(woman) Hello. You have one new message. one new message.

Gabrielle. it's Mom. I wanted to ask you...

That was splendid, my Iovely.

We have to talk. You know Pascal Lahmani from Canal PIus?

Yes.

- He wants to meet you. - I know.

I had a message, but I can't talk now.

I've got something important to do.

I'II call you Iater. Forgive me?

So Iong, Philippe.

Bitch.

Why'd he do that?

(indistinct chatter)

She just Iies there.

She's Iike a zombie.

I don't know what to do. Any ideas?

No, but you can't Ieave her Iike that. Have you seen a doctor?

Mm-hm.

He says if she keeps it up, he'II hospitalize her.

What do you think she wants?

I think she wants to die.

It's my fault, Denis. I should've talked to him.

He's a smart man, you know.

You think I was jealous of her?

The poor 40-year-old single mother.

What's got into you? Huh?

Wasn't it you who told me that guilt is a poison?

Remember, when Mom was ill.

If he's smart,

he'II understand the situation.

I'm sure he's not a bastard.

Then he must have reasons to act the way he did.

Yes... you're right.

He'd have Ieft her in the end.

One thing I'm sure of is he Ioves her.

That's too subtle for me.

I'm Iucky you could be here.

That's the nice thing about wanderers -

sometimes near, sometimes far.

(phone rings)

It'II wake her!

Hello.

No, I'm sorry, she's sleeping.

No, she didn't eat this morning. I don't know.

I can call you back.

Yes, I promise.

Goodbye.

I don't know what to make of that one, either.

- The Gaudens boy. - Yes.

Everyone calls him that. He has a first name. Paul.

He only seems to exist through what his parents did.

That about sums it up, doesn't it?

You know, my darling Iittle sister, Iife isn't easy for most people.

For Paul Gaudens, it's easy because his father was a chemical genius?

Explain that to me.

Let's say certain important things are indeed easier for him.

Anyway, he calls twice a day, every day.

He's not afraid of waking her up.

What's he want?

He says he Ioves her,

he wants to marry her, to see her, to take her far away from here.

He says he can save her.

You never know. Think of SIeeping Beauty.

The rich young prince,

he arrives,

kisses her,

and her taste for Iife returns.

It beats sitting here doing nothing.

That's true.

Hello, Paul?

This is Marie Snow, Gabrielle's mother.

Still want to come see her?

Yes. Tomorrow afternoon.

Fifth floor. Yes, thank you.

See you tomorrow, Paul. Goodbye.

Inshallah.

(bell rings)

- I was worried. - Be glad. I spent your money.

- You went shopping? - Mm-hm.

It gave you a nice color.

- Buy you a drink? - Yes.

- Want a hand? - Yes, thank you.

- What do you want? - Same as you.

(Gabrielle orders drinks in Spanish)

For you.

Oh, thank you.

To thank you for watching over me.

That's sweet.

But, Gabrielle... you don't understand.

You're the angel. I Iove you. I want to...

Paul, please, don't start.

Let's stay friends. It's better that way.

Yes. Better for who?

I've played the clown all week. I know who's on your mind.

I've decided to forget him. Give me some time, please.

What's he got that I don't?

I'm here. He ran out on you Iike a coward!

Look at me when I speak to you!

- PIease don't shout. - I'II shout if I Iike.

Think you're some princess who can play with me Iike a kid?

Actually, you're just Iike him. You make a fine pair.

You make me sick.

- (Paul) Who is it? - It's me. Open up, please.

What do you want? Bored on your own?

What's going on?

I'm packing.

You're Ieaving me alone?

Cut it out. Isn't it what you want?

You been drinking?

That what it takes to knock on my door? You're as gutless as he is.

- Stop thinking about him! - And stop telling me what to do.

I get the picture. I'm not a total retard.

You're the only woman I've ever wanted.

But I understand you. I'm not the man for you.

So OK, the show's over.

Curtain.

That day I met you in the bookstore, I thought that...

Do you realize it's been nearly a year?

I'm tired now. I want you to Ieave me alone.

Don't Ieave me. I want to stay with you.

Right. And as soon as we get back, you'II disappear again.

I'm no sucker.

I'm the one who doesn't want you now. I never want to see you again.

Know what? It's your tough Iuck.

I want to stay with you.

Paul, if you'II have me, I'II marry you. But Iet's get out of here.

Repeat what you just said.

If you'II have me, I'II marry you.

We haven't even slept together. You saying that to make me jealous?

I think you can make me happy. Am I wrong?

Tell me I'm not wrong.

Yes, but... No.

My Iove, if it's true... I'II be the happiest man on earth.

Thank you.

I've got to call Mother. I'm calling her.

Hello, Mother? Yes, it's me.

She said yes.

(chuckles)

- (TV) Catherine. - Nicolas.

- What news of our local celebrities? - Nice transition. Nicolas.

Speaking of drugs.

the press has announced the engagement "Tradition! Tradition!"

of Paul Gaudens. the Gaudens Labs heir and avid night-clubber.

to the very lovely Gabrielle Snow.

the former TVL weathergirl

and now emcee of the station's "Icing on the Cake. "

- It helps to have a fiance with pull. - Or a lover.

Those vipers.

She can't marry that nutcase.

(Dona) What'd you say?

You always talk when my back's turned.

I was asking, any mail?

I'II check.

Capucine? It's Charles.

Am I bothering you?

Listen, I need your sleuthing talents.

- PIeased with your gift, pussycat? - Pussycat?

- Would you prefer "my kitten"? - Paul, please.

I have to go. I have an appointment for my gown.

- I'II come along. - Out of the question!

I want to ride in her Iittle car.

Who's ever heard of the future groom attending a wedding-gown fitting?

That just isn't done.

I don't Iike her going alone.

I can go with her, if you Iike.

Don't worry. I'm meeting my mother there.

You must have other things to do.

That's for sure. I don't know if I'm coming or going.

You announced this wedding too fast. The Beauregards are in Monte Carlo.

- When do you see Monsignor Godeau? - Monsignor who?

Paul, explain.

Monsignor Godeau. He's officiating at our wedding.

We have to go see him about preparations.

What preparations?

My God, you'd think she'd never set foot in a church.

Mother.

I'm off.

Paul, darling, do remind your mother my name is Gabrielle. Kisses.

Mother.

(mother) Paul, my dear boy,

you're making a terrible mistake.

(Paul) Certainly not the Iast one.

How do I Iook?

How can I put it? Different?

Sorry, but it's hot in here. I'm going out for a cig.

- Sure. Go ahead. - (knock on door)

Come in.

What a surprise.

I had to see you.

I was going out anyway.

Would you mind Ieaving them alone?

Not at all. I'm done. AII that's Ieft to do is the veil. Thank you.

- As Mom said, what a surprise. - Oh, please...

How do I Iook?

You really going to marry that guy?

Funny how nobody's happy about this wedding.

You should see his mother. She hates me.

Do you realize he's completely unstable?

Why?

And you think you're the picture of stability?

You're a bastard, Charles,

a real bastard,

Saint-Denis or no Saint-Denis.

I found out your real name's Charles Denis.

You didn't stick just any handle on it, you shit.

Let's forget everything and start again.

Yeah, right. The same old stuff.

Steamy afternoons in your flat. Or whenever it suited you.

And those twisted games among friends.

How'd you put it? To see if I was really Iiberated.

That how you want to start over?

Is that how you Iove me?

In any case, you don't Iove me anymore.

I don't Iove you anymore?

Listen, you great judge of character.

I'II never Iove another man but you.

Ever.

Yes, I Iove you.

At this moment, I Iove you, Charles.

But I've grown up, thanks to you.

"What doesn't kill us makes us stronger." Who said that?

Maybe when you're married...

Things will be more balanced. You've got some nerve.

At Ieast I still make you Iaugh.

You're no good as a martyr.

Look, it's simple...

Leave your wife, and I swear I won't marry Paul Gaudens.

But she's always been good to me.

I don't doubt it. Now please go.

- Don't forget me. - Get out.

(minister) Paul Andre CIaude Gaudens,

do you take Gabrielle Aurore Snow to be your wife

and promise to Iove her, for better or for worse?

- (Paul) I do. - (minister) Gabrielle Aurore Snow,

do you take Paul Andre CIaude Gaudens to be your husband

and promise to Iove him, for better or for worse?

(Gabrielle) I do.

(minister) I now pronounce you man and wife.

(bell clangs)

What if we came here every year?

If you Iike.

Are you still thinking about him?

- About who? - Gabrielle...

- Gabrielle, forgive me. - Of course I forgive you.

Who taught you to do that? Tell me who.

No, don't tell me.

I don't want to know.

You know because I told you.

And if you know, you don't need to ask.

- I haven't kept anything from you. - Shut up.

(Paul) How many times did he take you? Once, twice, ten times?

How many guys screwed you while he watched? Three, four, ten, a hundred?

237. Stop it, Paul, you're pathetic.

(Paul laughs)

Gabrielle, I just ask one thing...

for you to tell me the truth.

In front of how many of his friends did Charles watch you get fucked?

- You wouldn't understand. - I don't doubt it. No, I can't understand.

How could you Iet yourself be treated...

Say it. It's only a word. It's not the truth.

The truth.

The truth.

The truth is that your guy couldn't get it up otherwise.

You make me sick.

If I told you all that, without hiding anything,

it's because I thought I could trust you.

So you'd know everything about me.

He's got nothing to do with it. It's all over between us.

- Just help me forget. - If you'd really forgotten him...

you wouldn't need my help.

Oh, Lord.

- What's he got to do with it? - You wouldn't understand.

Then we're even.

You still Iove him,

think about him all the time.

I can't bear the thought you slept with that guy. I can't bear it.

Don't! I don't want your pity!

Poor Paul, why'd you marry me?

Why did I marry you, poor Paul? For your ass, my Iovely.

Despite all your expert teachers, despite all you Iearned,

you're no better than the rest of them.

You don't know what I'm capable of.

- Are you afraid? - Yes, I'm afraid. You scare me.

(click)

- It was a good concert. - I'm not mad about Mozart.

Now, now.

Sure, there are some nice things.

I'm so sorry that I couldn't make it.

You have so much to do, Mother.

Speaking of Mozart, have you read the Iatest Saint-Denis?

It's had rave reviews.

We bought it, but haven't read it yet. I Ioved his Iast one.

What was it called already?

Penelope's Absence.

True, he does write well.

My wife thinks so, too.

I don't know who thought to invite him to the Association gala,

but it will be a great help.

They say that Muriel Robin and Marc Lavoine will perform.

To be confirmed, my dear.

Mm. Dear friend,

your brandy is absolutely divine.

Gabrielle,

this is the perfect opportunity to wear the dress I bought you.

- If you wish. - It's what I want.

(man starts speech inside building)

It is one of the joys of my office

to extend my warmest thanks to our friend,

Edouard de Montois,

president of the Association.

I want to thank him for his devotion,

his profound humanism,

a humanism recognized by many other humanists

and not the Ieast of them.

Some will be here with us tonight,

and among those who enrich us with their talent as well,

I have the pleasure of welcoming Charles Saint-Denis,

who's honored us with his presence and who will soon say a few words.

Bravo.

I warmly thank the committee members,

who work so tirelessly, as a Iittle bird has told me.

First and foremost, our founder

and president, Geneieve Gaudens,

Monsignor Godeau, Colonel Athanazian and his devoted wife FIore,

Arthur Bonnait, president of the Lyon Butcher's Syndicate,

Dr. Spartcule, and many others who know who they are.

Now I give the floor to our president Edouard de Montois.

Those who know me know that my speeches

are the most painful to sit through...

You're Iate. You might have made an effort.

- Gabrielle wasn't feeling well. - You could have come without her.

- It wouldn't have been as much fun. - I don't see why not.

I assure you.

(de Montois) A round of applause for this embodiment of generosity and humanity.

- (applause) - Geneive, if you wouldn't mind.

Thank you.

I'm not used to being in the spotlight.

Thank you all for being here tonight.

Thanks to you, we've been able to work miracles again this year.

My heart goes out to all those to whom we bring a Iittle bit of warmth and comfort

in these troubled times.

But I'd Iike to give the floor to a man we all admire

and who can express things better than I can.

I'd Iike to call on Charles Saint-Denis,

who has agreed to say a few words.

PIease give him a fitting welcome for his talent and generosity.

Dear Geneive, the honor is all mine,

and it's you who deserves all the honors.

I'm nevertheless delighted to be...

(gunshot)

I, Paul Gaudens...

I killed the beast.

I killed the monster who corrupted my wife.

- (man) She'II never agree. - (Genevieve) I won't Ieave her a choice.

Your father used to defend our interests.

My husband held him in high esteem.

You're the third Iawyer on this case. Time is of the essence.

The trial is coming up.

I hope I'm right in trusting you.

What can I say, madam? This case fascinates me.

I have determination and pride. I dislike Iosing.

Fortunately, I don't Iose often.

But we can't hope for better than a reduced sentence

and confinement in conditions favorable to your son.

That's not what I was thinking about.

Your father fully deserved my husband's affection.

- How will you proceed? - I must see her quickly.

Careful. She's depraved to the bone.

I know the human soul, madam.

I won't be fooled.

You haven't mentioned fees.

I'm better mannered than that, madam,

but I'm sure we can work something out.

Speaking of money, is there a marriage contract between your son and his wife?

Separation of property. Only normal, she's penniless.

I worked hard to persuade Paul.

- Why? Could she... - Don't worry about that.

We'II come to it Iater. Where can I find her?

Since the incident, she spends most of her time at her mother's,

who runs a Iittle bookshop.

We don't care to have her around.

But officially, she still Iives here, of course.

Now that the press has started to Ieave us alone, I've allowed her to...

I'II phone her Iater.

I need to review the case. I'II keep you informed.

Do you think we can avoid a scandal? I mean...

That all depends whom it sullies.

I'm glad we understand each other, counselor.

When can I see my son again?

Since his transfer, your predecessors never even obtained visiting rights.

I'II see to it this evening, madam.

Brr.

(knock on door)

Mm...

Did you sleep well?

I wasn't sleeping.

The Gaudens attorney called.

Another one, a Mr. Lorbach.

He Ieft a number to call. It's urgent.

I know what they want.

They want me to testify against Charles.

They want me to tell them...

To tell them what you didn't dare tell me.

I Ioved him so much.

- It wasn't sick. Do you understand? - Of course I do.

I won't taint his memory. It's vile to ask me to do that.

And his wife... Imagine the scandal.

There's no avoiding it. Leave that to the Gaudens.

Here, something else to think about... a Ietter from your uncle.

He'II be in the area next month.

If only he could make all this vanish.

GAUDENS TRIAL BEGINS ON MONDAY How can they write such things?

We can't allow it.

There's not much we can do.

We have very Iittle room to maneuver.

If Gabrielle doesn't testify...

She's Iate.

- (Eleonore) She won't come. - Yes, she will.

I could tell from her tone of voice. But we must persuade her.

- I told you I'd handle that. - (Eleonore) What can she say?

(Genevieve) Things I don't want reaching your ears.

Here she is.

- Hello, Daniel.

- Hello, Mrs. Gaudens.

They're in the study.

(knock on door)

Yes. Come in.

- Hello. - Hello, madam.

EIeonore, Josephine, Ieave us.

Thank you for responding so promptly. Time is of the essence.

Before Mrs. Gaudens speaks to you,

I'd Iike to remind you of your interests here.

I spoke to Paul yesterday. He Ioves you sincerely and devotedly.

In his mind, it was for you that he went so far, but he holds no grudge.

He'II see to your needs for the rest of your Iife.

Your in-Iaws intend to be very generous toward you.

That's something you mustn't Iose sight of.

I'II be in the sitting room if you need me.

I hope I can count on you, Gabrielle.

I'm in total despair.

I fear your coldness toward my son.

Hence the financial offer?

Only you can save my son.

Every day, I curse the heavens that Paul ever met you.

It's a torment knowing my son's fate is in your hands, but...

This is so difficult.

There is something you should know before you make your decision.

I had another child before Paul.

Thibault.

Another son.

They were ten months apart.

They were inseparable.

They were Iike twins.

One evening...

Paul was three,

Thibault almost four...

We never knew what really happened. Paul was still so young.

They were playing together in the bathtub.

I was next door in my room

getting dressed for a dinner party we were giving here.

It was an important business dinner for my husband.

I could hear the boys Iaughing since I'd Ieft the door ajar.

They were Iaughing.

Thibault was an extraordinary Iittle boy.

AIready very gifted.

Suddenly, I couldn't hear anything.

And then Paul called me, still Iaughing.

When I went into the bathroom,

ThibauIt's head was underwater.

Imagine what must have gone on in Paul's mind,

whatever he may have done,

the burden he's had to bear all these years.

It's not his fault.

He Ioved his brother.

He was so adorable.

After that...

After that, things were never the same,

even after the girls were born.

Gabrielle, I know...

Things aren't simple, are they?

What are you going to do, Gabrielle?

I don't know.

Gabrielle.

How do you feel?

I don't feel anything anymore.

I'm completely drained, empty.

I Ioved him so much.

I've just come from Gerard Briancon's office.

Rumor has it they want you to testify against Charles.

It's true.

Believe me, I don't usually try to interfere in people's Iives,

but I wanted to know...

If you had anything to fear?

You Iittle girl.

No, it's not for me,

or for Charles' reputation.

Actually, I'm not sure why I wanted to see you.

You want to know whose side I'm on?

Be on your own side.

Maybe that's what I wanted to say.

Don't Iisten to anyone.

I think...

I think I'II tell the truth.

"The whole truth and nothing but the truth."

It'II only be your own truth.

It's the only one I know.

I hope they'II understand.

There's no doubt that Gabrielle Gaudens' testimony

sheds new light on this case

and explains. if not justifies. Paul Gaudens' act.

These rather sickening revelations are surprising. coming from an ex-colleague

reputed to be pure as the driven "Snow. "

Gaudens Verdict Due T oday Mitigating Circumstances Expected

As expected. the jury found mitigating circumstances.

Paul Gaudens was sentenced to seven years in a special institution.

Let's hear the reaction of Stephane Lorbach. Paul Gaudens' defense attorney.

The verdict satisfies us.

It meets the twofold requirement of justice and humanity that is our constant concern.

Gaudens, your wife is in the visiting room.

I don't want to see her anymore.

You've come for your money?

I was at the prison. Paul won't see me.

It's one of his few remaining Iiberties. Surprised?

I testified. His sentence was reduced. It's a strange show of thanks.

You only told the truth.

It's time to grow up, child.

You'II get a Ietter from Paul tomorrow asking for a divorce.

Paul is under guardianship until further notice.

Believe me, you're not about to get a cent out of us.

You're dismissed.

I see.

Forgive me, but I'm keeping the car. I need it.

(Gabrielle) Denis!

I had trouble finding you.

I move around a Iot,

but I Ieft your mom my play dates.

How's my favorite niece?

Not great, as you can imagine.

- Would you Iike to visit my palace? - Mm-hm.

Yes? Come on.

Thank you.

Why the Iook? She's my niece.

I never think, Mr. Merlin.

I know, Mrs. Bonnet.

Want something to drink? A cup of tea?

I hate tea.

Then I have just what we need upstairs.

Mom said you wanted to see me.

I always want to see you, but to tell you the truth...

I have an offer to make you.

Dishonest?

Naturally.

(Denis) Ladies and gentlemen, for my next number,

I must ask you to respect total silence,

so as not to disturb in any way the concentration it requires to accomplish.

Indeed,

this saw blade makes 6,500 revolutions per minute.

The risk is considerable and absolute.

So I'd Iike to pay tribute to the courage of my charming assistant Gabrielle.

PIease give her a big hand. Gabrielle.

(applause)

(saw blade rings out)

(saw blade whirs)

(cutting stops)

(applause)