All language subtitles for madame-bovary-1991

Are you the doctor?

Yes. Climb on.

Rouault's one of the richest
around here.

He broke his leg
after a night's drinking.

It's that way.

His wife died two years ago.

His daughter runs the house now.

Wait.

Follow me.

Oh, excuse me!

The doctor, Father.

Doctor, I've broken my leg.

Let's have a look at it.

It's a neat fracture,
nice and clean.

I'll make you a splint.

We'll need to have
some little pads made too.

Can you do that, Emma?

This should do it.

- Will it take long to set?
- Two months.

Perhaps less.

I'll call back to see you
in three days.

Emma, show the doctor out.

Goodbye, Mademoiselle.

I'd like to know your name.

Pardon me?

Charles Bovary.

See you in three days, Doctor.

Monsieur Rouault.
What a surprise!

Look. A doctor in Yvetot
couldn't have done better.

Even one in Rouen!

Here.

Here's what I owe you.

I don't owe you this,
but I'm happy to give it to you.

You're a widower too, I hear.

Yes, for eight months now.

When I lost my poor wife
I'd go to the fields to be alone.

I'd fall at the foot of a tree,
crying

and raving at the good Lord.

When I thought of others
holding their dear wives...

...
nearly went crazy.

I'd hit the ground with my stick.
I couldn't eat.

You won't believe me,

but the idea of going to the cafe
sickened me.

And then, slowly,
one day followed another,

spring followed winter
and autumn came after summer.

It faded away.

It drained away bit by bit.

It went away.

Stir yourself, Monsieur Bovary.

You'll see, you'll get over it.

Yes, I'm sure I will.

Come and see us.

My daughter talks of you sometimes,
she says you've forgotten her.

We'll ferret out a rabbit for you,
to cheer you up.

Monsieur Charles!
How kind to come and see us.

Father's running around
all over the place, thanks to you.

Let me offer you a drink.

No, thank you.

Really.

Come on, let's drink. I'm thirsty.

I'm disturbing you...

I've had dizzy spells
for a month now.

Would sea-bathing do me good?

Sea-bathing?

That's good for dizzy spells.

At the convent,
I'd pretend to faint.

The nuns would all rush over.

Why did you do that?

To be fussed over.

Come with me.

I like music,
but the classes were so dull.

This was a prize for arithmetic
and this one for reading.

This one too.

My poor mother was so proud of me
with my laurels.

On the first Friday of the month

I pick flowers from the garden
for her grave.

I'd like to live in town.

At least in winter.

Then again, summer days are so long,
they're even duller.

Don't you think?

Maitre Rouault!

Monsieur Bovary!

Maitre Rouault!

I've something to say to you.

Tell me then.
Perhaps I already know what it is.

Monsieur Rouault...

There's nothing I'd like better
and I expect the lass agrees,

but we must ask her opinion.

Now, this is what we'll do:

I'll go home,
but don't bother coming.

All the workers are there
for supper.

It would be a shock for her.

But so as you won't fret,

if it's yes, I'll push the shutter back
against the wall.

You can see it
from behind the barn.

Are you happy?

Yes. But I'd have liked
a midnight wedding, by torch-light.

- It's a fine day.
- That it is!

Charles, you have to cut it.

Go on, Charles, cut it.

Cut it, cut it!

I'm counting on you, dear,
to make my Charles happy at last.

He's so deserving.

I'll put the trap away.
Wait here.

Nastasie, this is Madame.

Emma, this is Nastasie,
the housekeeper.

I haven't cooked.

That was wise.
We aren't hungry.

You can go to bed, Nastasie.

Do you want to see my surgery?

I'll see it tomorrow.

I want to go to bed.

Nastasie!

Madame's hungry and so am I.
What can we have?

I've made soup.

Good, but we need a choice.

Some chocolate or tea.

We haven't any.

Emma!

What do you want to eat?
What would you really like?

I don't know, I don't mind.

Some soup?

Yes, soup. That's fine.

You're later every day.

Yes, I know.
But it's a good sign.

I've more and more patients.

You must be tired.

A little, yes.

Come and eat.
I've made some gruel.

Where's Nastasie?

It was late.
I sent her to bed.

I don't want to keep her.

She's too old.

As their life together
became more intimate

a growing detachment
distanced her from him.

Charles' conversation
was as flat as a pavement.

It's going to rain.

His borrowed ideas trudged past
in colorless procession

without emotion,
laughter or dreams.

Well, I think so.

God, why did I get married?

Home already?

I still have two patients to see.
I've come...

I sent your bills to Monsieur Pommier
and Madame Loubet.

That's good.

Remember the Marquis d'Andervilliers?

The abscess in his mouth...

He asked us
for some cherry-tree cuttings.

I never saw him.

No, but you will see him.

Just think, he's invited us
to his ball.

- Us?
- Yes. To his grand ball!

It is true? Is it really true?

Yes, honestly. In two weeks' time.

Charles! Tell me, will I have
a new pretty dress?

Of course.

Monsieur and Madame Bovary.

Don't rumple my dress.

Are you happy?

My shoes will be awkward
for dancing.

Dancing? They'd laugh at you!
A doctor doesn't dance!

Look! Champagne!

- I'll get some.
- That's kind.

- Castellane.
- Bovary.

Oh! Just right!

You danced well.
You were very graceful.

There are even
more mysterious sights:

Vesuvius at dawn,
the rose gardens of Genoa,

the Coliseum by moonlight.

Moonlight's beautiful everywhere.

You're radiant, dear Berthe.

Romulus and Miss Arabelle
were two lengths ahead.

I jumped the ditch. That's how you win
2,000 pounds in England.

You're luckier than me.
My horses are running too fat.

Could you pick my fan up
from behind the sofa, sir?

Maxime, for pity's sake,
it's too hot.

Your wish is my command, my dear.

Lucien!

Madame, may I?

Oh, but I'm hardly familiar
with the waltz.

I'll lead.
You'll manage very well.

You, Vicomte!

She certainly knows how to waltz!

She probably has lots of practice.

We're among the last to leave.

Did you have fun?

It's the most beautiful day
of my life.

What is it?

I'm taking my boots off.
My feet are killing me.

The most beautiful day of my life.

The doctor from Yvetot
didn't agree

with the treatment
I gave old Bouret.

The family looked pretty grim.

What did you answer?

Nothing.

What could I answer?

What?

You were humiliated by a man
who isn't your equal?

He didn't share my opinion
nor I his.

How dare he judge you!
It's shameful!

It doesn't matter.

Don't get so upset.

No, I won't stand for it!

What a pitiful man!

Secretly, she was waiting
for something.

Every day, on awakening,
she expected it.

She listened to every sound,
surprised when nothing came.

Then, at sunset, ever sadder,
she longed for the next day.

At that time, she hoped that the Marquis
would give another ball.

But September went by
without a letter or a visit.

She gave up music,

left her drawings and needlework
in the cupboard.

Sewing annoyed her.

"I've read everything," she'd say.

She sat holding the tongs
in the fire

or watching the rain fall.

Charles had noticed
his wife's languor.

For a while,
he didn't know what to do,

then he made a secret decision

hoping that what for him
was a great sacrifice...

...would allow Emma's health
to improve.

Would you be sad
to leave Tostes?

Why do you ask?

Because if you agree, I've decided
to open a practice in a bigger town.

In Rouen?

No, not Rouen.
Rouen's out of the question.

In Yonville.
It's almost a town.

It's at least four times bigger
than this place.

Are you sure?

If you want to, yes.

We'll start a new life.

I'll have to find new customers.

It'll be easy, I'm sure.

You're a good doctor,
everybody knows that.

Let's not take Nastasie.

- Careful, Félicite.
- Yes.

Yes, Madame.

My wedding bouquet.

- It was pretty.
- Yes.

Are you burning it, Madame?

We're off to a new life.

When they left Tostes in March,
Madame Bovary was pregnant.

Be quiet, Monsieur Homais, you pagan!
You've no religion!

One can worship God in a field
or by gazing at the stars.

The Hirondelle's late.

My God is the God of Socrates,
Franklin, Beranger and Voltaire!

I can't believe in some old God
in his garden

a stick in his hand, putting up
his friends in whales,

who dies with a croak
and revives three days later.

It's quite absurd
and opposed to all physical laws.

It indicates that priests live
in total ignorance

and strive to drag people down
with them.

Here it is!

The Hirondelle!

Did you see Bourriches?

- Is mother better?
- You're late.

A passenger felt ill.

Forgive me for costing you
precious minutes.

Don't worry, Madame.
Let me welcome you to our town.

Goodbye for now.
Good day, Monsieur Homais.

Monsieur Bovary, Madame,
I'm your chemist, Monsieur Homais.

I hope you had a good journey.

I'm pleased to welcome you
to Yonville.

Hippolyte!

Take in Monsieur
and Madame Bovary's bags.

You must be tired.

Our Hirondelle
tosses you around terribly.

That's true,
but I like being shaken up.

I like to move about.

It's so gloomy to be stuck
in one place.

Monsieur and Madame Bovary,
this is Leon Dupuis,

clerk to our notary,
Maitre Guillaumin.

This is Monsieur Bovary, our new doctor,
and his wife.

If you were like me,
always on horseback...

Medical practice isn't too hard
in these parts.

They pay pretty well.

Medically speaking, apart from cases
of bronchitis, enteritis, etc,

we have fevers at harvest time
and, of course, scrofula,

due to the peasants'
deplorable conditions.

You'll have to fight superstition,
a lot of stubbornness.

They often resort to prayer,
religion and the priest,

rather than coming to see
the doctor or the chemist.

The climate is temperate here.

We're sheltered from the north wind
by the Argueil Forest

and from the west
by St. Jean's Hill.

However, this heat given off
by the river's vapor

and the herds of cattle,

which exhale ammoniac
nitrogen, hydrogen, oxygen...

Are there any walks here?

Very few.

There's the pasture up the hill
at the edge of the woods.

I sometimes take a book up there
at sunset.

Nothing's more wonderful
than a sunset.

Especially at the sea-side.

I love the sea!

Doesn't that expanse
uplift your soul?

Mountainscapes can be like that.

- In Switzerland, for example...
- And music?

I don't play, but I like it a lot.

Don't listen to him,
he's too modest.

I've heard him singing in his room.

Leon lives just above my shop.

You were singing "The Guardian Angel"
like a professional.

What music do you like?

German.
It sets you dreaming.

Your house is one of the best here.

The advantage for a doctor
is a rear door,

so people can come and go
without being seen.

There's an arbor in the garden.

- If Madame likes gardening...
- My wife isn't interested.

She much prefers reading
in her room.

I'm the same.

Reading by the fire,
while a storm rages...

Isn't it lovely?

You forget, the hours pass,
you live with the characters.

You're right.

Have you ever found in a book
the expression of your ideas

and even the exact description
of your inner thoughts?

I have felt that.

It's my only distraction here.

Yonville has so few attractions.

It can't be worse than Tostes.
I belonged to a library there.

If you'll do me the honor,
my library is at your disposal.

I have Voltaire, Rousseau
and Walter Scott

and every day The Rouen Beacon,
of which I am the local correspondent.

If you'll excuse us,
we shall retire.

I talk and talk!
Madame Bovary must be exhausted.

Good night, Madame, Doctor.

A night in a strange place...
How exciting!

Good night.

Monsieur Homais!

It's over!

It's a girl.

During her convalescence,
she wondered about names.

She hesitated between Clara,
Amanda or Yseult.

Charles wanted her named
for his mother.

Emma was against this.

At last. she chose Berthe,
a name she had heard at the ball.

The baby was nursed
by the carpenter's wife.

One day, Emma felt a sudden need
to see her.

She set off for the nurse's abode
at the far end of the village.

- Good day, Madame.
- Monsieur Dupuis!

I'm going to see my baby,
but I feel a little tired.

Are you busy? If not,
you could accompany me.

By nightfall, all Yonville knew.

Madame Tuvache,
the mayor's wife,

declared that Madame Bovary
was compromising herself.

Come on in.
Your little one's sleeping.

She's been sick.

I have to keep washing her.

Could you ask the grocer
to let me have soap when I need it?

I'll do that.

It's hard getting up at night.
I fall asleep in my chair.

A pound of coffee
would last me a month.

Forgive my insisting,
but my poor husband needs some brandy.

I'll rub the baby's tender little feet
with it.

Some Spanish dancers, I forget their name,
are coming to Rouen.

- Will you go?
- If I can.

Thank you for your company.

It was a pleasure, a real pleasure.

I'm so bored!

I'm so bored!

When Leon went
to the Lion Cc'Or to dine,

Madame Bovary trembled on seeing him
and ordered dinner to be served.

Evening all!

Monsieur Homais arrived during dinner.

He'd sit down between them
and ask about the patients,

while the doctor inquired
about their resources.

Then they discussed the news,

which Homais knew by heart
from the paper.

At eight, Justin came
for him to shut up shop.

I think my lad's in love
with your maid.

On Sundays, the chemist was host

with Madame Homais and the children,
Napoleon and Athalie.

Léon never missed
a Sunday gathering.

Monsieur Homais played écarté
with Emma.

Léon stood behind her,
giving advice.

Then the apothecary and the doctor
played dominoes.

Madame Bovary changed places,
Léon sat beside her.

She'd ask him to read poetry.

Léon recited in a slow voice, which he
carefully lowered in the love passages.

"O Time! Pause in your flight

"Favorable hours, and stay!

"Let us enjoy the transient delight

"That fills our fairest day"

He's charming! Charming!

He's surely in love!

But with whom?

Who can it be?

It's me!

If only Heaven had desired it!

Why isn't it so?

Who's to blame?

What is it?

Monsieur Lheureux to see you.

Monsieur Lheureux, the draper?
What does he want?

Madame, forgive me
disturbing you at home.

But I'm most distraught at not
having obtained your patronage as yet.

My modest shop can't attract
a true lady of fashion.

I'd like you to know
that you only have to order

and I'll supply all your needs

in haberdashery, hosiery,
millinery and fancy goods.

I go to Rouen four times a month
and I work with only the best firms.

If you'll allow me, I'd like to show you
some items that are quite remarkable.

I don't need anything.

Just for the pleasure of looking.

- How much is it?
- A trifle, a mere trifle.

There's no hurry.
Whenever you like.

We're not Jews!

No, thank you, Monsieur Lheureux.

I require nothing.

Well, we'll reach
an understanding later.

I've always got on well
with the ladies.

I mean, money doesn't worry me.

I'll even give you some if need be.

I wouldn't have to look far
to find it.

Monsieur Bovary must have
many patients

in this changeable weather.

I feel out of sorts myself.

I'll have to call on him
about a pain I get in my back.

Well, goodbye, Madame Bovary.

As ever, your very humble servant.

Goodbye, Monsieur Lheureux.

How good I've been.

Madame, it's Leon Dupuis.

Come in, Monsieur Dupuis.

I have to go to Rouen
on business.

Your subscription is up.
Should I renew?

Why?

- Because.
- You're giving it up?

What? Music? Good Lord, yes!

I have a house, a husband,
I have much more important duties.

- Charles is so kind.
- That he is.

Monsieur Homais sings his praises.

- He's a good man.
- Indeed.

I've decided to take back Berthe
and look after her.

During visits, Madame Bovary
undressed the child to show her limbs.

She'd say she adored children.

They were her comfort,
joy and weakness

and she'd give herself over
to poetic outbursts.

Show your feet to Monsieur Homais.

On Charles' return, he found
his slippers warming by the fire,

Hts waistcoats were lined
and his buttons sewed back on.

She no longer resisted
strolling in the garden.

His suggestions
were always accepted

and if she didn't guess his wishes

she submitted to them
without a murmur.

Why not tell the master?

It's just nerves.
It would only worry him.

It's like old Guerin's daughter
before I came to you.

She was so gloomy
that if ever you saw her,

you thought of a funeral shift
in a doorway.

They said she had a fog
in her mind,

that doctors and priests
couldn't help her.

Once she married, it went away.

With me, it came on after I married.

Rascals! Always the same!
Get inside!

Hurry up! You too!

They've no respect!

- How are you?
- Not well. I'm suffering.

So am I! It's the weather.

Still, we're born to suffer,
as St. Paul says.

What does Monsieur Bovary think?

I don't need earthly remedies.

Just you wait, Ribaudet,
you rascal!

I'd like to know...

That's Ribaudet, the carpenter's son.
He's the ring-leader.

How's Monsieur Bovary?

He and I must be
the busiest people in the parish.

He tends to the body
while I tend to the soul.

- You relieve suffering.
- You can say that!

This morning I had to go
and see a swollen cow.

They said it was cursed.

Will you stop that!

You should be ashamed!

As I was saying,
farmers have a hard life.

- Others do too!
- Oh, indeed!

Workers in the towns, for example.

- But women...
- Ah, that's true!

I've known of mothers,
honest women, I assure you,

real saints,
who didn't even have bread.

But what of those, Father,
who have bread but no...

No fire in winter?

- What does it matter?
- What do you mean?

When one has warmth and food,
things...

Oh, my God!

What's wrong? Digestive trouble.

Go home, Madame Bovary,
and have a nice cup of tea.

No, no, it's...

I thought you were having
a dizzy spell.

You asked me something.
What was it?

I can't remember now...

Nothing.

Nothing.

You'll excuse me, Madame Bovary.
I have to deal with these urchins.

Poor things! It's hard showing them
the ways of the Lord

as His Holy Son told us to do.

Take care, and my respects
to your husband.

Are you Christian?

Yes, I'm Christian.

What is a Christian?

He who is born baptized.

Mama...

Oh, leave me be!

Leave me alone!

It's strange how ugly she is.

Will you stop it?

I'm going mad!

I'm going mad! You poor dear!

Evening all!

- Princess, what happened?
- It's nothing.

She had a little fall.
Poor Emma was frantic with worry.

I've some important news for you.

First, we stand a fair chance
of having the Agricultural Show here.

Really?

Yes, just think.
The Prefect, all the local authorities!

That will put us on the map.

That is important news.

And second?

It's a Surprise.
I'm losing my tenant.

Léon is leaving for Paris
next week,

Heavens!
Has he thought about it?

How will he live in Paris?

Will he get used to it?

Good Lord! Masked balls,
dinner parties, champagne!

He'll be in his element!

They have fun
in the Latin Quarter!

If they've any social graces,
they move in the best circles.

Some grand ladies
even fall in love with them.

Afterwards, that enables them
to make an excellent match.

I'll change plates. We've a tart.

Will you have some, Monsieur Homais?

- It's me again.
- I knew it.

Is Monsieur Bovary here?

No, he's out.

He's out.

I'd like to kiss Berthe.

Yes, of course.

Félicité!
Fetch Berthe for me!

Farewell, poor child!

Farewell, dear little one!

Take her.

- It's going to rain.
- I have my coat.

Goodbye, then.

Yes, goodbye... Go.

English style, then!

She now considered herself
even unhappier

as she began to feel certain
that her sorrow would never end.

Could I see the doctor?
I'm Monsieur Rodolphe Boulanger.

I'll fetch him.

Thank you for seeing us.

My valet needs bleeding,
he has pins and needles.

- It'll purge me.
- Good, let's do it.

Justin, get some bandages
from the drawer

and bring the basin over.

Don't be afraid, my friend.

No, no, go ahead.

Look. It's like a little spring.

What red blood!
Is that a good sign?

Sometimes, they feel nothing at first
and then they faint.

I knew it.

Good Lord! Both of them!

Emma! Vinegar, hurry!

Hide the basin.

Sugar water.

You silly fool!
A big lad like you!

You'll make a fine chemist!

Who asked you here?
You're in the way!

You know I need you
on Wednesdays!

We've 20 customers
in the shop!

I had to leave them
to come and get you.

Hurry up.
Go and watch the jars!

Move out of the way.

Remarkable, a woman
among these fainting men!

Other people's blood
doesn't affect me.

But the idea of seeing my own
would make me faint if I thought about it.

You can stop worrying now,
you've got what you wanted.

In any case, it gave me the joy
of making your acquaintance.

Very nice, that doctor's wife.

Pretty teeth, a dainty foot,
fine clothes...

Where did that oaf find her?

She's probably bored with him.

While he's out,
she mends his socks!

She'd like to dance the polka town.
Poor thing!

She's gasping for love
like a fish out of water.

A few gallant words
and she'll adore you!

How to 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 Lefrangois,
talking with Monsieur 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 Madame Bovary.

- Where?
- In the market.

I have a seat for her.

She's wearing a green hat.

She's on Monsieur Boulanger's arm.

Quick, here's the apothecary!

A lovely day! Everyone's here!
It's an east wind!

Goodbye, Monsieur 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.

Monsieur 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,
Monsieur 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 Monsieur Alexandre this afternoon.

He has an old filly,
still in good shape,

which we could have
for a hundred ecus.

I said we'd take it.

I bought it.

Have I done the right thing?

I have a lover!

I have a lover!

You, here!

Your dress is wet!

I love you, I love you!

It's time to go.

I never want to leave you!

What's wrong? You're suffering?

Speak to me.

You shouldn't come here,
you could compromise yourself.

- I don't care.
- Don't be silly.

I want to see you.
I think only of you.

Angel, I dream only of you.
Don't worry.

I'll come to you.

Emma!

Come to bed. It's late.

I'm coming.

Within six months,
they treated each other

like a couple trying to keep
the love alive in their marriage.

I want you!
I want to devour you.

That's when Emma repented.

Bring her to me!

I love you, my poor dear,
I love you!

Your ears are so dirty!

My ears aren't dirty.

She even wondered
why she hated Charles

and if she shouldn't love him.

But he gave her no reason to do,

not until Monsieur Homais provided him
with the ideal chance.

Evening all! Look, Charles.

They talk about a new method
for curing clubfoot.

Tell me what you think.
What if you operated on Hippolyte?

What glory for Yonville.

Success is guaranteed,
according to the writer.

And what fame for you.

In my role as the paper's correspondent,
I'll write an article.

And articles get talked about.
Who knows?

You're a skilful surgeon.
I remember father's leg.

It's not the same thing.

Don't be so modest, Charles.

The family's honor is at stake.

Charles started studying
strephocatopodia,

strephendopodia, strephexopodia

along with strephypopodia
and strephanopodia.

A campaign led by Monsieur Homais
tried to convince Hippolyte to accept.

Perhaps you'll feel a slight pain.

It's just like being bled.

It's nothing to do with me!
It's for you, out of humanity.

To see you rid
of that hideous limp.

Wouldn't you like to run
like anyone else?

Women would like you better,
believe me.

You're a man!
Suppose you'd had to fight for France?

Are you all right?

You'll see, it's nothing.
He'll just cut the tendon.

There.

- I didn't feel a thing.
- See, I told you so.

The operation is a success.
A great day for our town!

Our town will always remember
the name of Dr Bovary.

"Our small town of Yonville
has seen a surgical experiment

"that is also a philanthropic act.

"Monsieur Bovary,
a distinguished practitioner..."

- It's too much!
- No, not at all!

"Monsieur Bovary, a distinguished
practitioner, has cured the clubfoot..."

I didn't use the scientific term.

".....Of Hippolyte Toutain,
ostler at the Lion d'Or.

"The operation went like magic,

"with only a few drops of blood
on the skin

"to show that the rebel tendon
had at last yielded to the surgeon's art."

Help, Monsieur Bovary!

Help!

He's dying!

Monsieur Bovary! Quickly!

He's dying!

What is it?

What's wrong?

It hurts! God, it hurts!

What's wrong?

It's so swollen.

It's nothing.
It just needs some air.

When will I be better? Save me.

Here, drink this.
It will do you good.

Look at my dress. See the...

Charles! How is he?

Getting worse.
I don't understand.

Could you go?

Of course, gladly.
But I can't cure him.

Stop thinking.
Just get up and walk.

In any case, you smell bad.

I've brought fresh bandages.

My husband's on his way.

Does it hurt?

I lose.

Come for a drink?

You must be brave.

He really stinks.

I'm sure you'll be better soon.

Well, Hippolyte,
I hear you're suffering.

Good lad.
You have to be brave.

This is a trial sent by the Lord.

Rejoice in your pain,
as it is His will

and use it to make your peace
with Heaven.

There's black liquid
and it's swollen to the knee.

It can't go on.
It's bad for business.

Madame Bovary, your husband
must get another doctor.

I'll send for Monsieur Canivet,
from Neufchatel.

He's a celebrity.

Goodbye.

I'll call again.

I saw the priest. What a nerve!

If he thinks his maneuvers
can save him,

our troubles are far from over!
What do you think?

What do you think?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Amputate!

Excellent result!

That's the capital's ideas for you.

That's Paris! Cure everything!

Be clever without worrying
about the consequences!

That's not our job.

We're not scientists and fops!

We're practitioners and we don't operate
on a healthy person!

Straighten a clubfoot!
How can it be done?

Why not a hunchback!

Amputate the leg to mid-thigh.

I took every possible precaution.

It's fate.

If that poor lad should die,
I'll have murdered him.

Everyone will know.

I'll be dishonored.

You're getting on my nerves!

She remembered
the privations of her soul,

her dreams in the mud,
like wounded swallows,

the things she'd wanted
and denied herself.

Everything she could have had!
But why? Why?

She repented her past virtue
as if it were a crime.

The thought of her lover
came back to charm her.

She gave herself up

and Charles seemed
as alien and distant as ever,

as impossible and down-cast
as a dying man

who was in agony before her.

Stand aside!

Kiss me.

- Kiss me.
- Let me go!

What's wrong?
You know I love you.

Enough!

Their love began again.

You've no idea how bored I am.

My husband is hateful.
I only feel repulsion for him.

My life is horrible.

Yes, dear.
But what can I do about it?

- If you wanted...
- What?

We could go away,
somewhere else.

You're truly mad!

Is that a new dress?

Buy Hippolyte a wooden leg.

Should I?

It's the least you can do.

That dress looks delightful.

I have a surprise for you.

I think this is what you wanted.

It's superb, Monsieur Lheureux.

I'm happy you like it.

Madame Bovary, I regret this,
but an unfortunate chain of events,

bad debtors
and important purchases,

force me to ask you
for the money you owe me.

The total comes to 270 francs.

Forgive me, but it's quite urgent.

I wouldn't like to have
to take the goods back.

I'll pay you, Monsieur Lheureux.

We can come to an arrangement.

No, I'll pay you.

Why buy me presents?

Because I love you.

It's embarrassing for me.

Don't be silly.

- Do you love me?
- Of course I do.

- Very much?
- Definitely.

Then let's go.

Take me away!
Four years of suffering. I'm dying!

They torture me. Save me!

- What do you want?
- Take me away! I beg you!

And Berthe?

We'll take her too.

What a woman!

Well, will you take me?

Let me think.
I have things to sort out.

Will you take me?

Madame Bovary was never
more beautiful than at this time.

She had that indefinable beauty,

which springs from joy,
enthusiasm and success,

and which ts the harmony
of temperament and circumstance.

I'm here to see you.

I understood
you were having problems.

So I'm here to pay my debts.

I'll be needing a coat.

A long coat
with a thick collar and lining.

Are you going on a journey?

No. I'm counting on you.
As fast as possible.

I'll need a small trunk,
a light, practical one.

Three feet by one and a half,
the standard model.

- With a night-bag.
- Perfect.

Take this. Use it to pay.

There's no need for that!

We know each other. I trust you.

I insist. At least take the chain.

Leave everything here.

As for the coat,
don't bring it to the house.

Give me the address
and have it made ready.

Is everything ready?
Are you sure?

- Are you sad?
- No, why?

Are you sad to leave this place
and start anew?

I have nothing here.
You're everything I have!

I'll be everything to you,
your family and your home!

You're so charming.

Is it true? Do you love me?
Swear it.

Do I love you?

Do I love you? I adore you!

Oh, Rodolphe, I'm too happy!

My darling Rodolphe.

Midnight!

It's tomorrow.

One more day.

You have the passports?

Forgotten anything?

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

You'll wait at the Hotel de Provence
at midday?

See you tomorrow.

Till tomorrow.

"Be brave, Emma, be brave.

"I don't wish to ruin your life.

"I was leading you to an abyss.

"Oh, Emma, forget me.

"Why did I have to meet you?
Why were you so beautiful?

"Is it my fault?

"Heavens, no, blame only fate.

"The world is cruel, Emma.

"Everywhere, there would have been
awkward questions,

"gossip and perhaps even insults.

"I'll be gone when you read
these sad lines.

"I must flee to avoid the temptation
of seeing you again.

"Farewell.

"Your friend, Rodolphe."

He read the letter through.

He found it good.

Is madame in?
This is for her.

- Give it to me.
- No, I have to give it personally.

My master sent this, Madame.

Give him a coin.

The master's waiting.
The meal's ready.

Emma! Where are you?

Come on!

I knew it. That vinegar
would wake a dead man.

Speak to us!

It's me... your loving Charles.

Here's your little girl.
Kiss her.

No one...

The poor thing.

- She's gone again.
- No, she's sleeping.

The fit's over.
What could have made her faint?

Be careful not to wake her.

One of my friends, Brideux,
in Forges,

owns a dog that has a fit
when it sniffs a snuff-box.

Isn't that strange?

A fever set in and for 43 days,
Charles didn't leave her side.

He neglected his patients
and stopped sleeping.

Her strength returned when the paths
were covered with autumn leaves.

Don't tire yourself.

Sit on the bench there.

No, not there!

You'll be all right.

Am I disturbing you?
I'm here to ask about Emma.

You know you're always welcome.

I was doing my accounts.

I don't know how to pay
for all the medicine I've had.

You owe me nothing.

I'm much obliged,
but I'm embarrassed.

The season hasn't been too good.

I was so busy with the poor dear.

How is she?

A lot better,
but she still has short relapses.

I have to be so very careful.

She's resting now.
The priest's with her.

Bournisien?
I hear he's often here.

I hope she's not turning
religious on us.

She tells me faith
is a great comfort to her.

In my view, you should take her out,
take her to the theater.

I'd come too if I could get away.

Lagardy is giving a concert in Rouen
before leaving for England.

I didn't understand everything,
but I quite like it.

- Would you like some barley water?
- Yes, please. It's so hot.

I never thought I'd get away.
Such a crush.

Guess who I bumped into?

- Monsieur Léon!
- Léon?

None other.
He's coming to pay his respects.

You're back in Rouen?

- Since when?
- Be quiet or leave!

Come on, it's hot and I'm bored.

- Stay a little.
- Please, I'm stifling. Let's go.

True, it is hot.

- Does opera bore you?
- You can't imagine.

I returned from Paris last week.

I'm spending two years here
to learn the trade.

Business isn't the same here
as in Paris.

How's Berthe? And the Homais?

Berthe has grown a lot.

The Homais are very well.

They seem satisfied,
but after Rubini or Greet,

Lagardy isn't much
despite all his noise.

He's supposed to be good
in the last act.

It's a shame we left
before the end.

He's performing again in two days.

We're leaving tomorrow.

Unless you want to stay, my pet.
It could do you good.

Lagardy is quite sublime
in the last act.

I'm sorry I felt ill.

Stay! Come back on Sunday.

If you want to,
it means it's good for you.

Allow me.

Léon, you shouldn't, really...

It's agreed, then?
Tomorrow at six.

Unfortunately, I have to go home.
But you, Emma...

It's just...

I'm not sure.

Think about it and we'll see.

Just sleep on it.

Now that you're back
in these parts,

I hope you'll come to dinner
from time to time.

You can count on it.

I have to go to Yonville
on business.

Good night.

Monsieur and Madame Bovary,
please.

Number seven,
but the gentleman left.

Oh, Léon.

I'm pleased to see you.

I didn't say
where we were staying.

I found you.

- You decided to stay?
- Yes, and I was wrong.

One shouldn't acquire such tastes
when one's so busy.

I can imagine.

No, you can't,
you're not a woman.

If only you knew of my dreams!

And mine!

I've suffered too.

I'd wander along the Seine.

A print-seller had an engraving
of a Muse.

I'd stare at it
for hours on end.

She looked like you.

I'd tear up my letters to you.

But why? Why?

Because I loved you.

I always thought so.

- So...
- So?

Why is it nobody has ever expressed
such feelings to me?

An idealistic soul
is hard to understand.

- If only we'd met sooner...
- I've often thought that.

What a dream!

We could start now.

No, my friend!
I'm too old and you're too young.

Forget me! You'll love others.

Not like you!

What a child you are.

Please, be good. I want you to.

Forgive me!

Heavens, it's late!
I forgot all about the concert.

Poor Bovary left me here for that.

I must go home tomorrow.

Really?

It's impossible.
I've something I must tell you.

Haven't you understood?

- You speak well.
- Please don't joke.

Let me see you just once more.

- Not here anyway.
- Wherever!

Oh, Lord.

Tomorrow at eleven
in the cathedral.

You're mad. You're mad!

Till tomorrow.

Does the gentleman
wish to visit the church?

Does madame
wish to visit the church?

No, we don't wish
to visit the church.

Why not?

Because I have other plans.

Thank you, you're so kind.

- Come along.
- Where are we going?

- Get me a cab.
- Yes, sir.

Oh, Léon, really...

I don't know if I should.

- It's not done.
- What?

It's done in Paris all the time.

- Where to, sir?
- Wherever!

Carry on! Carry on!

Move on!

Keep going.

Wait, Hivert! Wait!
Wait for me!

Wait a minute.

My trunk's ready.
I'll be right down.

Madame Bovary, you have
to go to see Monsieur Homais.

It's urgent.

I'll go home first.

No, it's very urgent,
you have to go right now.

Hippolyte will take your trunk.

Are you mad?
Look what you've done!

What's wrong?

I asked him to fetch a bowl
for the extra red-currants.

So he went to the store to get it.

Do you know
what we have in there?

Did you see the bottle
full of white powder

with the label saying "dangerous"?

Know what's in it, idiot?
Arsenic!

And you took the bowl next to it!

Next to the arsenic?
You'll kill us!

Us or a patient!

You want to see me
in court, don't you?

I wonder why I bother helping you.

I should have let you wallow
in 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?
- 61.

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,
now that you're well again,

we had a few problems.

Problems?
What sort of problems?

You know.
Those little fancies of yours.

The traveling-cases, the coat...

We made it up.

I can now suggest
another arrangement.

This misfortune will give him
so much to do.

I could renew the 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 Léon.

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 Léon 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 few fine pieces of cloth.

I'll be delighted to show you.

We'll see about that.

Get lost, you filthy vermin!

Léon 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.

Léon 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.

Monsieur 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.

Léon 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 Madame Bovary.

What sentence?

Within 24 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 judgment.

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 nigger
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 beg you, I'm desperate.

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
of trusting you.

Latour and Passepoil will guarantee
the lawfulness of the operation.

Not a word of this
to my husband, understand?

Not a word.

I never say anything, Madame.

It's turned chilly.

- I must go to Rouen tomorrow.
- Really?

- Why are you here?
- Are you busy?

No, but I didn't expect you today.

I need to talk. It's urgent.

I need you.
I need 8,000 francs.

What? You must be mad!

No, not yet, not quite.

Listen...

- But what...
- You must find the money.

- How can I?
-What a coward you are!

I'm sure you're panicking.

Perhaps a thousand ecus would do.

All the more reason.
You can find it.

Try!

I'll love you so!

But where? How?

- If I were you, I'd know.
- Where then?

Your office!

Her eyes blazed
with a hellish recklessness

and the lids narrowed
with sensual encouragement,

The young man
felt himself weakening

before the silent will
of this woman,

pushing him to commit a crime.
He took fright.

How stupid I am!

Morel's back. His father's rich.
I'll bring it tomorrow.

Tomorrow at three.
I'm sure he'll lend it to me.

My friend Morel, I mean.

My dear, I really must be going.

Careful now.
There's medicine in there.

Delighted to see you.
I didn't know you were here.

You'll liven up the journey.

Often on a summer's day

Girls dream of love so gay

They should be locked up
and made to work.

Progress moves at a snail's pace!

We wallow in barbarity!

That's a bad scrofulous disorder.

Instead of getting drunk,
you should start a diet.

I know a good cream for you.

Well, I hope you'll do
a show for us now.

Madame! It's a scandal!

What's wrong?

There are bills posted
on the square.

Does my husband know?

No, he left early.
I was just up.

If I were you,
I'd go to see the notary.

Do you think so?
We hardly know him.

I'd go anyway.

I should have the money later.

Seeing Maitre Guillaumin
won't do any harm.

You really think so?

My black dress.
I'll take the back door.

A thousand ecus”?

Why do you need such a sum,
my dear lady?

You should have consulted me.

There are a hundred practical ways
of investing.

Why did you wait?

I don't know.

Do I scare you?
You're usually brave.

I'm most devoted to you.
You do know that?

You're a pretty woman,
the glory of our town.

I'm most fond of grace and beauty.

What's your decision?

What?

The money?

You'll get the damn money.

You're playing with my despair.
I'm to be pitied, not bought!

Stay!

- Well?
- Nothing. I'm desperate.

- Perhaps there's someone...
- No. There's nobody.

- You said this afternoon perhaps.
- Yes, perhaps.

- The master will soon be in.
- Yes, I know!

I won't see him.
I couldn't stand it!

I can't forgive him for knowing me!
Never, never.

Mother Rolet!
Mother Rolet, for pity's sake!

I can't breathe!

I'll unlace you.

- What time is it?
- It'll soon be three.

The person I'm expecting
may be at my house.

I can't remember.

Run and fetch him.

- But the babies...
- I'll look after them. Please hurry.

I'm going, Madame.
I'm going.

- What?
- Nobody.

The doctor's crying.
Everyone's looking for you.

Are you ill?

Him! He'll save me.

He's kind, he's thoughtful,
he's generous.

Oh!! It's you!

Yes, it's me.

Rodolphe, I need to ask some advice.

Still the same.
Still as charming.

They're sad charms, my friend,
as you disdained them.

No, I'm sure I was right.
I couldn't lead you off like that.

No matter. I've suffered.

So have I, Emma.
Such is life.

Has it been kind to you
since we parted?

Neither kind nor unkind.

- We shouldn't have parted.
- Yes, perhaps.

You think so?

If only you knew!
I loved you so!

How could I part
with the happiness you gave me?

I almost died of desperation.
I'll tell you about it.

You fled from me.

You love other women, admit it!

I understand.
You charmed them just like me.

You're a man.
You make women love you.

We'll start again, won't we?
We'll love again.

I'm laughing. I'm happy!

Say something!

You've been crying.

Why?

Forgive me.
You're the only one I really like.

I've been stupid and cruel.
I love you.

I'll always love you.

What's wrong? Tell me.

I'm ruined, Rodolphe.
I need 3,000 francs.

My husband placed his money
with a crooked notary.

We borrowed
because his patients didn't pay.

Without 3,000 francs,
the bailiffs will come.

At this very moment.

Counting on your friendship,
I came to see you.

But I don't have it,
my dear lady.

You don't have it?

You don't have it?

You don't have it?

This is my final humiliation.

You never loved me.
You're as bad as the others.

Poor people don't buy
tortoise-shell clocks!

Or watch trinkets!
You lack nothing!

You have a house and land.
You hunt, you go to Paris!

This can be turned into money.
I don't want it, keep it!

I'd have given up
everything for you.

I'd have begged,
just for a smile and a "thank you".

Without you, I'd have been happy!

Why did you do it?

You even told me
right here you loved me.

You should have sent me away.
My hands are hot from your kisses.

You swore love on your knees.

Two years of dreams!

Your letter tore my heart apart.

And I come to the rich, happy, free man,
to ask help anybody would give.

I beg, bring back all my love
and he turns me away for 3,000 francs!

I don't have it.

If God knows our needs,
why bother praying?

Be serious.

I admire Christianity.
It freed slaves,

created a much-needed moral order.
But the texts!

All cooked up by Jesuits!

- The key! For the room where...
- What?

Give it to me.
We have rats at home.

They're stopping me sleeping.

- I have to ask.
- Don't bother. I'll tell him later.

Bring some sodium chloride.

Come on, light the way.

Stop it!

- Be quiet.
- What are you doing?

Don't say anything. To anyone.

They'd blame your master.

Thank God, you're here!

What's going on?
What's happening to us?

Why?

Tell me!

You'll read it tomorrow.

For now, I beg you,
don't ask me a single question.

I beg you, leave me.

My death isn't much.

I'll fall asleep
and it will be over.

I'm thirsty!

I'm so thirsty!

- What's wrong?
- It's nothing.

More!

Open the window, I'm stifling.

It's extraordinary.
It looks like white gravel.

No! You're mistaken!

I'm cold.

I'm cold.

I feel better. I'll get up later.

It's unbearable!

Tell me! What did you eat?

Answer me, for God's sake!

There...

"Let no one be accused..."
Oh, God!

Poisoned!

Poisoned!

Help!

Calm down. We just need
to give her a strong antidote.

What's the poison?

Arsenic!

We need an analysis.

Do it, just do it. Save her.

Don't cry.

Soon I won't torment you
any more.

But why?

Who made you do it?

I had to do it, dear.

Weren't you happy with me?

Is it my fault?

I did everything I could.

That's true.
You're a good man.

She hoped she was finished
with the treachery,

wickedness and consuming greed
that tortured her.

She hated no one, now.

Twilight descended over her mind
and, of all the earth's noises,

she heard only the intermittent sobbing
of her poor love,

as soft and faint as the last echo
of a symphony fading away.

Bring me Berthe.

You're not feeling worse?

How pale you are! You're sweating!

I'm scared.

That's enough!

It was blowing so strong that day

That it blew her petticoats far away

The blind man!

Farewell! Farewell!

Pray, my son.

But I'm suffering!

God is great!

We must accept His will.

I hate your God!

The spirit of rebellion
is still within you.

Fate's the one to blame.

One evening, Berthe came
to fetch him for dinner.

He was sitting under the arbor.
She gently pushed him.

He fell to the ground.
He was dead.

12 francs and 75 centimes
were left after sale

and that paid for Berthe's trip
to her grandmother's.

The old lady died that year.

Old Rouault being paralyzed,
an aunt took her in.

She is poor and has sent her
to work in a cotton mill.

Homais' practice grows like wildfire.

Authority respects him
and public opinion protects him.

He has just received
the Legion of Honor.