All language subtitles for Le Divorce (2003)

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** [ Man Singing In French ]

What is the purpose
of your visit to Paris?

To visit my sister.
She's having a baby.

She's married
to a Frenchman.

I mean,
her husband's French.
She's a poet.

Bon journée.
Bon journée.

You want
those berries, huh?

Bon journée.
Bon journée.

Artichokes,

asparagus.

In the 17th century,
well-bred women
never ate asparagus.

Especially
white asparagus.

Really.
It was considered
bad for reproduction.

The Princess de Clèves
would never have had any.

Really?
I'll take it anyway.

I love it.
So does my husband.

And I'm pregnant.

In any case, it's still
a good diuretic.

Papa is home.
Where are you going?

What's wrong?

I'm sorry.

Where are you going?
I'm sorry, Roxeanne.

I'll call you.
I'm sorry.

I'll call you.
No, don't.
Talk to me. Don't--

Just--
No, no, don't.
Don't.

Why are you doing this?
Don't, Roxeanne.

Charles-Henri!

Just tell me
where you're going.
I'll call you.

Are you coming back?

Are you free?
Ah, Isabel.
Hey! Hi.

I'm sorry.
I am in a hurry.
I have got to go.

Okay.

I'll see you later.

Thank you, mademoiselle.
Good-bye.

Looking for someone?

Roxy de Persand,
my sister.

You sound
just like her.

Let me help.
I'll call her.

Oh. Thank you.

I'll buzz her.

Mrs. de Persand?

It's just up there
on the right.

Hey, where was
Charles-Henri going?

Uh, he had to go
to the country to see
about one of his paintings.

Well? What do you think?
I love the beams
in the ceilings.

They look like
the ones we have
in Santa Barbara. Hi.

Oh, no, no.
Those are the fake ones.

These are the real
load-bearing ones.

She looks
so much better here
than she ever did at home.

[ Girl ]
Papa did that picture.

- [ Isabel ] He did?
- Yeah, and he did
that one too.

Ooh!
And he did this one too.

Yeah?
And that's
the two dog one.

Two dogs?
Did Charles-Henri
go to the country...

to sell a picture
to somebody
or to paint one?

I'm not sure.

This is the tricky part.

Here it is.

It was a maid's room,
but these days
you have no idea...

what a space
like this is worth.

And of course it makes
a wonderful place to work in.

[ Sighs ]
Look at the view.

There's a present for you
in the orange purse.

This one?
Yeah.

I hope you're not gonna
feel too cramped up here.

Oh, no.

Oh.

Oh, it's beautiful.
You like it?

Yeah.
Let me put it on you.

Thank you.

I think...

Charles-Henri
has left me.

What?

Did something happen?
Is he having an affair?

I don't know
what's going on.

I don't even know
where he is.

And what am I gonna
tell his family
at their Sunday lunch?

You tell them exactly
what you told me.
That he's in the country.

No, but they're
in the country.

[ Man On P.A., In French ]

If I were to tell
my French friends that
Charles-Henri had walked out,

they'd say, "Of course."

The French always say
"of course" to everything.

Like everything
is absolutely normal.

C'est normale.
Mais bien sûr.

I'll never say,
"But of course."

There's my brother-in-law,
Antoine.

Oh, he's kinda cute.
You think?

Yeah.
Anyway, he's married.

Whatever that means
nowadays.

We saw a car on fire!

Really?
How dangerous!

Our adorable Isabel,
welcome.

Thank you.
Where's Charles-Henri?

He had to go to the country
to see some people
about a painting.

Of course.
Come inside.

Isabel, right here,
next to my brother, Edgar,

called Palou in the family.

He'll take
very good care of you.

And my son, Antoine,
on the other side.

Charlotte, here.
And my darling, Roxeanne,
next to me.

Oh, what good fortune
to have two such lovely
American girls with us today.

Are you also a poet
like your sister Roxeanne?

Oh, no. Roxy's always
been the smart one.

She inherited
all of our father's brains.

I'm just the poor
little half sister.

Really?
Just like Cinderella.

Where in the country?

To see a buyer
about a painting.

Of course.

[ Silverware Clanging ]
Calmez-vous les enfants.

Lamb raised near
Mont St. Michel.

- I went to see Mont St. Michel!
- Ah, oui?

What do you think
of that senator of yours?

The chap that kept a diary
of all his sexual exploits.

I'm sorry?

Oh, perhaps you haven't been
following the affair...

with the same eagerness
as we have.

We're fully informed
about his secretaries
who were so obliging to him.

Very discretely he calls them
only "S-One"-- "S" for sex.

S-Two, S-Three.
S-Four.

S-Five. S-Six.
No, no.

Gennie, that's enough.
S-Seven.

And when he asked S-One,
or was it S-Four,

to explain the power
he had over her,
she said it was his hair.

Apparently he blow-dries it
not using any gel...

so that it always comes out
with the right amount of--

- Uh, bounce?
- Yes.

Why? Why are
adultery and fornication...

treated as
the greatest joke on Earth?

I don't think
they're always so comic.

Me too.

Well, many things
in this world...

can be treated as tragedy
rather than comedy.

Such as old senators
who like pretty young women.

[ Woman's Voice ]
Also, I'm free to watch Gennie
whenever you want.

It's no problem
whatsoever.

[ Phone Rings ]
Hello?

- Can you do me a favor?
- Where are you? Tell me.

I forgot my contact lenses.
Can we meet at the Flore?

Why? Why can't you
come here?

Gennie's asking for you.
What am I supposed to tell her?

Tell her... I'm thinking
of her all the time.

- And me?
- What did you say?

Are you thinking of me?

Sure I am.
I'm thinking of all of us.

Do you--
Do you still love me?

So you don't wanna
bring them? Okay.

Don't hang up.
J'arrive.

I'm going out.

Charles-Henri
wants me to meet him.

I'll go with you.
No, you don't have to.

I want to.

I can't believe
I agreed to do this.

Why don't I just let him
walk all over me?

[ Man Whistles ]
Hey, hey, les filles!
Did you hear that?

No. What did he say?
You don't wanna know.

[ In French ]

Did you invite us
for a drink?

I think I'll take the--
What's that thing
that tastes like licorice?

- Ricard.
- Roxy, here you are.

I've been trying to call you.

Mrs. Pace.
So nice to see you.

Charles-Henri.

Where is he going?
Did I say something?

He's going
to the country.

Oh. Well, come on.
Let's have a drink.

[ Both Speaking French ]

And you would like?
A Ricard.

A Ricard
for the lady.

Roxy, what are you
allowed to drink now?
What? Three months?

I'm Isabel.

Oh, I'm sorry,
this is my sister.
Olivia, Isabel.

Hello.
Nice to meet you.

Roxy,
I need you desperately.

The University of Tulsa,
my alma mater,

has bought all
my papers and things,
which are in a terrible mess,

and I was wondering
if you would consider--

I mean,
you're the first person
I thought of--

helping me put them
in some kind of order.

Now is not
a good time for you.

Isabel is looking
for a job.

Yeah, you are.
You can't babysit
Gennie and me forever.

She's done
all kinds of courses.

Art history, film.
What else?

Comparative Literature
and Depth Psychology?

Good. That means you can
read and write, and you're
just the person I need.

Do you know how to
prepare a Ricard?
Not really.

Add a little water.

There you go.
Some ice, and you stir.

[ Both Speak French ]

** [ Ballet ]

[ Instructing In French ]

Bravo. Bravo.

Did you have fun?
Yeah.

Excuse me.
Are you Gennie's babysitter?

She's my aunt.
I'm sorry.

This is for Gennie's mom.
Last month's bill.

She must have forgotten.
Okay, d'accord.

Tell her how much
I like Gennie.
She's talented, lively.

I enjoy having her
in my class.

Don't forget your pirouette.
Practice!

Merci.
Au revoir.

Roxy's taken
a wrong turn in life,

and for all we know, Isabel,
you may be going the same way.

Does Roxy have any money?
Does Roxy have any money?

I don't know.
She never talks about it.

But she never talks
about anything. It's like
she's in some sort of denial.

I knew this would happen.
I knew the day
they got married.

Roger wants to talk
to you. Here.

Listen, Is,
do not let Roxy...

allow Charles-Henri to take
the Saint Ursula painting.

In case he comes to get
his stuff, he should not
get the idea that it's his.

Right.
Saint Ursula's right here.
I'm looking right at her.

Hang on.

Darling, just remember,
we love you both.

Bye, honey.
Talk to you soon.

So what'd she say?
Roxy's miserable.

What'd she say
about the painting?
It's not just hers, you know.

It belongs to all of us.
You never should have let her
take it over there.

You know that woman
from the Getty?

She said it could've
been painted by a student
of Georges de La Tour.

And maybe bits of it
could've been done
by Georges La Tour himself.

I mean, now he's
just this huge star.
Of course, we had no idea.

That's it. If it's valuable
enough for them to borrow it,
we have to get it back.

It would be wonderful
to have a painting
hanging in a museum.

"From the collection
of Professor and Mrs. Chester
Walker of Santa Barbara."

You people are just incapable
of concentrating on essentials.

That's right.

Our girls are
thousands of miles away
and they should be home with us.

That's the essentials.

- Honey.
- What?

Thank you.
You're welcome.

So, Charles-Henri's mother
has been very nice.

She calls all the time,
takes us to lunch
at expensive restaurants.

Roxy thinks Suzanne
is just pretending
to be on her side...

and that, in reality,
her son can do no wrong.

All French mothers
are crazy about their sons.

French women are extraordinary.

I'm thinking of writing
a little book about them
and their native habitat.

All their customs
and ceremonials.

I mean,
their scarves alone--

an entire chapter.

Knotted in front,
one end down, other end
thrown over the shoulder.

Or looped around double
and the ends tucked in.

Or around the shoulder,
over their coat like a shawl.

Or tied in the back.
I mean, châle,
foulard, écharpe.

Just think of all the words
they have for scarf.

And in a language which is
very sparse in vocabulary.

So, do you
intend to stay?
In Paris?

Mm.
Maybe.

If it works out,
I'd like to.

Why not?
I'm thinking
of going home soon.

After all this is done.

I bought a house
on the coast of Maine.

I dream about it
night after night.

The bare rock,
the cold sea.

Yves. This is Isabel.

It's Roxy's sister.
This is Yves.
Hi.

It's okay.
Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.

Yves is helping me out
painting the guest room.

Yves is marvelous
and he walks Flaubert.

Doesn't he, darling? Yes.

He doesn't think that Flaubert's
just a mere chien.

Well, you're not
a mere chien.

Make friends, you two.
Show her the real Paris.

[ Woman, In French ]

Wait, wait.

[ Yves ]
There are people here who want
America to control France.

They want us
to watch cartoons,

and they want to paint
Donald Duck on everything.

And we are all
supposed to drink Coke.

I don't watch cartoons
or read comic books.

How come you do?
You must like them.

You have an immunity to it
from growing up on it.

Here it just sweeps through,
like measles through the Amazon.

How weird to be culturally
threatened by a cartoon.

I'm not threatened.

It's Uncle Edgar.

It's our relative.
He's on TV.

Look, she's in love
with him.

Now she's going to
sit on his lap.

He does have
a lot of sex appeal.

Oh, yeah?

I'll take your word for it.
He's really old.

He's not that old.
He's only 55.

How do you know that?

Is that what he told you?

[ Isabel ]
Don't. I want to watch.

I've never known anybody
who's been on TV before,
talking about world events.

[ In French ]

You can't understand
a word he says.

- So, what is he saying?
- Abortion. He's against it.

He's against abortion?

It's all based
on some very profound
fascist philosophy.

It's also a lot of crap.
Hey, I wanna watch it.

Isabel, give it to me.
Come on. Isabel. All right.

Give it to me.

Ah, yes, sugar, please.

Oh! Original.

We do have a cousin
who uses grains of sugar
instead of cubes.

It has happened
to other women.

They will all tell you,
"Go with life as it unrolls."

Maybe it will be a boy.

- Yes, a boy.
- A son and heir.

I can't believe this.
I'm in a novel by Balzac.

I'm not sure if I wanna bring
a child into a broken home.

You don't want to act hastily
in such an important matter.

I'll get some more hot water.

Please reflect
on this, Roxeanne.

- Roxeanne is not herself.
- How can she be?

This is very,
very unfortunate.

Deplorable.

So good of you, Isabel,
to have come to be with her.

And I hear that you've
already found employment.

Yes, I'm working
with Olivia Pace,
the American writer.

I really must get
something of hers.

Who was she?

Was she German? Flemish?

Saint Ursula was the patron
saint of all young girls,
whatever their nationality.

How many virgins do they say
were martyred with her?

Eleven thousand.
That's a lot.

But it's a charming legend.

What are you doing?
Didn't you hear her?

"Sugar grains. Original."
Meaning how bizarre.

Meaning, "Why don't
you have sugar cubes
like a proper French girl?"

[ Silverware Clatters ]
It's her fault too.

She's completely spoiled
both her sons.

[ Clattering ]

You didn't tell me
you were thinking
of not having the baby.

Of course I'm having it.

I just wanted
to shake her up,
that's all.

[ Roxeanne ]
My husband no longer
lives at home.

[ Man ]
You're the innocent party.
You can file a suit.

I don't want to.
It's all my husband's idea.

If Mr. de Persand
took you to court,

he'd need to
make a case.

Violence, cruelty,
adultery.

He couldn't possibly say
any of those things.

No, of course not.

The offense is totally mine.

The injured party
asks for divorce.

I keep telling you,
I don't want a divorce.

I oppose divorce
on principle,
entirely and utterly.

There is also the question
of division of property.

Unfortunately,
you have signed
a prenuptial agreement.

That complicates matters.

You are entitled to half
of your wife's property,

and Madame de Persand
has the same claim on yours.

I don't want anything
from the apartment.

Things that came
from my family, perhaps.

I'll let my mother
and brother decide...

if there's anything that
shouldn't go out of the family.

Your children
are your family.

Things going to
your children are not
going out of your family.

- I was thinking of things
going to the U.S.
- I'm not going to the U.S.

I am staying right here.

When would remarriage
be permitted?

Once divorce is granted,

you're perfectly free
to remarry.

But your wife must wait
until she gives birth.

That's unbelievable.
In California, I could
remarry as soon as I wanted.

Do you mean to tell me
that in France the law
is different for men and women?

-For obvious reasons.
-No, it isn't obvious to me.
I don't want to listen to this.

It's not me
who's asked for a divorce.
I don't want a divorce.

And I really don't
wanna see you,

or speak to you
or sit in the same room
with you ever again.

Bastard!

** [ Woman Singing, In French ]

[ In French ]

During my research
for an exhibition catalogue,

I ran across a piece
in the inventory of the estate
of a Dr. William Walker.

Our father's uncle.
Exactly.

Your uncle bought it
in the 1930s in the Rue du Bac
in Paris from a dealer...

and it was still
in the inventory
of his estate...

at the time
of his death in 1979.

It then passed
into the possession...

of a Dr. Chester Walker
of Santa Barbara,
your father.

I tracked it down
in the court records.
Did I hear you say...

the insurance value,
when we ship it
to the Getty, is $40,000?

Yes, at least that. Yeah.
And to think,
all these years...

it's been hanging
in total obscurity
in our house in Santa Barbara.

God, Roxy,
would you ever believe
this would've happened?

See, what's so incredible
to us at the Getty...

is that no one here saw that it
had any resemblance to La Tour.

The French are always
so very quick to claim
anything good as their own.

Hmm. Sounds like
my husband and his lawyer.

Can you believe
they're talking about
division of property?

Oh, I'm usually the cautious
museum curator,

but I have a fair hunch...

that this may be
by La Tour himself.

Well, there are
a lot of little things
and they all add up.

If you see,
there's his palette,
his color.

See especially-- See how
the light from the candle...

shows through
the servant's sleeve.

You see that, Roxy?

You see the light?

[ In French ]

My wonderful friends,
thank you so much
for being here today.

- You seem to be
having a good time.
- [ All Chuckle ]

Yes, but that is not
why you're here.

This is a fund-raiser.
I repeat:

[ In French ]

Now, as you all know,
Action Alert is in
its first year.

We've made
wonderful progress...

helping women
in besieged countries
the world over.

Today they're the victims.
Tomorrow, who knows.

Because the world is ruled
by hawks and arms dealers
and minority phobias.

So, I hope you brought
your checkbooks.
[ In French ]

And if you didn't, please,
empty your pockets
of all your cash,

** [ Piano ]
because you can always
go home on the métro.

* Money makes
the world go 'round *

* The world go 'round
The world go 'round *

* Money makes
the world go 'round
It makes the world go 'round**

There's someone
I want you to meet.

He is a lawyer who
specializes in divorce.

Oh, no, please.
His firm has connections
with America.

I couldn't stand
to hear another lawyer
talk about divorce.

By consent,
by mutual consent,
by action.

Maître Bertram,
Madame de Persand.

Her sister, Isabel.
Hi. Nice to meet you.

Now, I have talked
with Maître Bertram
about your Saint Ursula,

and he does not think
it's a good idea that
you send her to California.

Could I advise you?

If you were
to send your picture
to the Getty Museum,

it might seem a trick
to get it out of France...

and that might jeopardize
the rest of the divorce.

It could be interpreted
as an act of bad faith.

What if I just rolled it up
and took it in my suitcase?

You could invite charges
that might lead to imprisonment.

- That's out then.
- It would be an experience.

I don't think
you'd like to experience
a French jail, mademoiselle.

Nice to meet you.

If you need anything.

What's it like
in a French prison?

At Fresne, they have uniforms
designed by Yves Saint Laurent.

No. You're serious?
Yeah.

They also have
a full-time coiffeur.

How do you know all this?
I visit a friend
there. Kelly.

She's American too.

What is she in for?
Drugs?
No, currency.

But if you're really looking
for a new experience,

come to Action Alert
on Thursday.

Every Thursday
we ship supplies
to the refugees your...

sexy uncle Edgar
wants to blow up.

How is Gennie?
I miss her so much.

She misses you.
She asks about you
all the time.

I love her.
And I love Roxy too.

I'm helpless, Isabel.

I know I am absolutely
in the wrong, but there's
nothing I can do about it.

Roxy should understand that.
She's a poet.

Another artist
with so much imagination.

I know this sounds romantic
in the wrong sort of way.

It's just that
it's inevitable.

I met the woman of my life
and I want to be only with her.

[ Gibberish ]

Her name is Magda Tellman.

She's Russian,
but she's married
to an American.

I'm painting better than
I've ever done in my life,
Isabel.

I feel like for the first time
I've arrived at certainty.

Not certainty.
Certitude?
Either one.

Aren't you going to make
the introduction, chéri?

I'm Magda.
Isabel Walker.

Roxeanne?
Are you Roxeanne?

No, I'm Isabel.

Oh, you're the sister.

Yeah.

Are you a friend
of Roxy's?

Yeah, you could say that.
You could say we have
something in common.

I thought I'd like to
meet her, you see?

I don't think she's home.

I'm her husband.

I'm Magda Tellman's husband.
The husband.

Tell your sister
this message for me,
will ya?

Tell her that I will never
give Magda a divorce.

Never! Never.

Your sister can make
her plans accordingly.

What? Excuse me?
I've made mine.

That's her umbrella.

My umbrella!

I've seen him
lurking about before.

I can smell guys
like that a mile away.

- [ Door Closes ]
- Hi.

Hi.

"We thank you
for your submission,
but regret that--"

Blah, blah, blah, blah.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Roxy. Rox. Your poems
are beautiful, okay?

And so are you.
Oh, yeah. Beautiful.

I was never like this
with Gennie.

Of course, I was in love then
and we were gonna get married.

To hell
with Charles-Henri.

Roxy, go out
and get yourself a boyfriend.

Five months' pregnant.
Have you lost your mind?

It will pass.

Anyway, you should
get out of here now.

Mom and Dad
want you to come home.
I want you to come home.

And listen to all
the I-told-you-sos? No.

Besides,
my children belong here,
and I belong with them.

It's Palou.

What's he saying?
He's sort of a warmonger.

He's always got
some moral reason
for sending French planes out...

to bomb places
he doesn't like.

Ow!

Oh, I'm sorry, honey.
I'm all right.

Does he have a wife?

Edgar? Yeah, sure.
Aunt Amélie.

Why do we never see her?

She's mostly
down in the country
with her horses.

They stay out of
each other's way. I'm told
they get along all right.

I like her.
Mother would like her too.

What about kids?
Twins.

[ Roxeanne ] Two boys.
One at the Sorbonne, and one
at Harvard Business School.

That's where
Edgar went too. Come on.

Have a good time.
Don't forget your hat.

See you later.
Bye.

[ Edgar On TV ]
You talk only of ideology.

Everyone forgets
the suffering of this people.

[ Man On TV ]
Mr. Rabourdin doesn't agree.
[ Chattering ]

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

Oh, hi. Hello? Edgar?
Yes.

Monsieur Cosset,
it's Isabel.

Ah, the other American.
I saw you on television.

I just thought it was so--

so great, the way you
stood up to those guys.

Well, I feel
very passionate
about the situation.

It's time
someone spoke out.

But your French must be good
if you can follow all that.

Well, I had
a little help from Roxy.

Well, then why don't
we get together so you can
polish your French even more?

What about Thursday?
Are you taken for lunch?

No.
Do you know
the Pompidou Center?

1:00. Up on the roof.
Café Georges.

Bonjour, madame.
Mr. Cosset. Yeah.

Bonjour. Hi.

[ Men Speaking French ]

Thank you.
He might be
a little jealous.

Say, "Bonjour, Edgar,"
not just "Bonjour."

Bonjour, Edgar.

That's a beautiful haircut.
Thank you.

Is-- Is that
Notre Dame over there?
Right down there?

- No, this is Sainte-Marie.
- Sainte-Marie.

Notre Dame is there.
They are cleaning it again.

It's huge.
One of the specialties
is Salade de crabe.

I always order it.
What about you?

I guess I'll have
the rôti D'Agn--

D'Agneau.
D'Agneau.

That's roast lamb,
isn't it?
Yes.

Hungry for red meat
at all times.

That is not true.

Only once in a while,
and not raw
and dripping with blood...

and butter and cream.

Just a good steak.

I really like this haircut.
You do?

What happened to you?
You said you'd be there
on Thursday.

I should've called you.
I had to take Gennie
to her ballet class.

Yves.
Yeah.

When you meet somebody,
do you say, "Bonjour,
Monsieur whatever"?

Or, "Bonjour, monsieur"?
Or just "Bonjour"?

What sort of
a stupid question is that?

There's another meeting
next Tuesday.

Same time, same place.
I'll be there. Tuesday.

125 Rue des Écoles.

Isabel, action!
Are you alert?

Tuesday, remember?
Action Alert. I told you.

Where are you?
Are you lost?

Merci.

You didn't mind my changing
our rendezvous to Tuesday?

Oh, no, no.
I wasn't doing
anything special.

Now...

we must decide
if you will become
my mistress.

I've long since given up
trying to lure young women
to my rooms...

on other pretexts.

I don't have any etchings.

What do you mean
become your mistress?

It means
we become lovers...

and spend a certain amount
of time together, like today,

amusing ourselves.

I know you amuse me,
and I think I can amuse you.

And there is the fact
that I desire you.

You're a beautiful
young woman.

Well, when do we begin?
Or I begin, I guess
I should say.

Whenever you wish.
Very soon, I would wish.

We have to be awfully careful.
We can't tell our families
about any of this.

It would not have
occurred to me to mention this
to our families, my dear.

On the contrary.

Why did you do that
to your hair?
What?

Your hair. It makes you
look like someone
who reads Marie Claire.

Do you have any idea
how much this cost?
A cut and a color?

** [ Dance: In Spanish ]

[ Woman ]
Is there something
you like?

Um--
Ah!

It's silk.
Charming, sexy.

Men love it.
[ Chuckles ]

We also have it in black,
red and purple.

Which would you prefer?

Um, I don't know.
Blue?

Blue. And the bra,
with support?

With no support?

Sandrine.
Bonjour.

Bonjour.
This is
without armature.

Do you like that?
Oh. Je ne sais pas.
Both.

What's your bra size?
I'm a 34.

34B.

It's, uh, very small.

Small.
You're a French 85.

[ In French ]

[ In French ]

[ Continues In French ]

What do you like best?
[ In French ]
[ In French ]

What size do you like?
Uh, small.

[ Continues In French ]

[ Doorbell Rings ]
Why should anyone
appraise our property?

You heard what he said
about division of property.

I'm not gonna have people come
trampling all over my home,

which used to be
your home too.
[ Doorbell Rings ]

Anyway, what property
is there?

There's the bureau,
some china,
my grandmother's plates.

And the leather sofa
and your pictures
and my Saint Ursula,

which doesn't belong to me.

It belongs to my parents,
who are lending it
to the Getty Museum.

- You mean you're
sending it to California?
- Yes, of course.

Why shouldn't I?
I thought
it belonged to us.

[ Doorbell Rings ]
I have to go.
There's someone at the door.

Bye.

I'll get it.

[ Buttons Clicking ]

Antoine.

[ Footsteps Approaching ]

[ Knocking ]
Yeah?

It's for you.

I spoke
to Charles-Henri.

He says Antoine's
sending appraisers
to come look at our property.

Coming here?
How awful.

And no one's even
filed any papers yet.

It's like
he just can't wait
to get rid of me.

Just don't let them in,
that's all.

That must have
been expensive.

It was on sale.

They said
it was last year's model.

It's called a Kelly,
after Grace Kelly.

It was the sort
of zillion dollar purse
she owned.

You didn't buy that
for yourself, did you?

It was a gift,
and I did someone a favor.

Didn't anyone
ever tell you not to accept
expensive gifts from men?

Anyway, you should
give it back.

Anyway, he wouldn't
take it back.

And anyway, why shouldn't one
accept an expensive gift from
a man if he wants to give it?

Because it puts you
in the position of having
to do what he wants.

I'd do it anyway.

It's a present, Rox,
not a payment or a bribe.

Then I suppose
you can accept it.

[ Door Closes ]

Slow down.
Slow down.

** [ French ]

Thank you.

Wow.

The famous "V."
This is what we call
mettre en valeur.

It means to highlight.

To show to advantage.

Very nice. Mm!
[ Giggles ]

You don't keep
a diary, do you?

Why? Are you afraid
that it might be...

read on television
like the American senator's?

I have no fear
of what you might write.

I only hope your literary style
will be up to the French
public's expectations.

You're not, are you?

There is a certain kind
of tisane...

made up of a mixture
of, uh, orange,

rosewater and mint.

It's to be drunk
before making love.

What does it do?

It perfumes
the juices.

[ Isabel Chuckles ]

That's something
you would never have
found out in Santa Barbara.

There are many things
you would never have
found out in Santa Barbara.

How much of the tisane
do you have to drink?

A cup
or just a tablespoon?

A whole teapot full
is recommended.

[ Chattering ]

[ Chattering ]

Shh!

Come back for the reading.
About a half an hour.
Okay, I will.

Thank you.
Good.

Oh, a Kelly.

You must have an admirer.

And he must be French
and of a certain age.

[ Woman ]
Such an honor to meet you.
To Anne, please.

[ Olivia ] Anne?
That's not yours.
You didn't buy that.

You snatched it
from some rich old lady.

[ Olivia ]
There you are.
So, what if I did?

I've read every word
you have ever written.

Oh, my. To whom?

Mary-Louise.
To Mary-Louise.

Thank you so much.
You're welcome.

[ Man ]
Do you use a computer?

No, I feel a computer
intrudes between me
and the naked experience.

There you are.
Thank you.

You're welcome.

I think I've heard you
make that remark before
in a different context.

Ah. And you're still
giving Kelly bags.

Do you still have yours?

Oh, I lost it long ago.

Years ago.

To whom?
[ Man ]
To my mother, Monica.

Hey.
Hi. Aren't you staying
for Roxy's reading?

No, I have to be
at the Luxembourg at 8:00.

Is a purse of this kind
really suitable to carry
around a bookshop?

[ Isabel ]
But it's
so perfectly convenient.

It's so beautiful,
why wouldn't I wanna wear it?

- See you later.
- Okay. Bye.

[ Olivia ]
Fine. Thank you very much.

[ Olivia ]
Do you live in Paris?
[ Woman ] Yes.

I'm still committed,
but not to the point
that I'd say--

[ Olivia ]
Something like that.

[ Olivia ] Are you staying
for the reading?
[ Woman ] Oh, yes.

[ Clears Throat ]
Is this where
the poetry reading is?

Yes, my sister's reading
from a new anthology
of American women poets.

You don't remember me.

I'm Tellman. We met.

Oh, you're
Magda's husband.

Thank you.
Are you an admirer
of American poetry?

No, I'm
an entertainment lawyer.

Excuse me.
You're
a very beautiful woman.

Are you married?

No.
Are you in love?

Have you ever
had a puppy?

Yes.
Did you love your puppy?

Yeah.
What would you do
if someone...

tried to take your puppy
away from you?

You know,
I have a lot of things
I have to take care of.

And thank you for your help.
It was great.

What would you do?

Oh, my God.
What was he saying to you?
Who is he?

He's somehow connected
to Roxy and Charles-Henri
in a weird way.

He's weird.

You are smiling too much.
Don't do that.

Too much smiling
gets a girl in trouble.

But most of all,
let me thank Olivia Pace,
who is here tonight.

Ladies and gentlemen,
bienvenue, welcome.
Thank you for coming tonight.

We are very, very lucky
to have as our reader...

Roxeanne de Persand,
who, as you know,

is a very fine poet
in her own right.

And of course it takes
a poet to do justice
to the work of other poets.

You also probably know,
and if you don't, you can
read it in my introduction...

Buy the book!

that for these last decades,
our women poets have really
come into their own.

But they have been
always with us.

Right from Anne Bradstreet
in the 17th century, whose
beautiful poem of marital love,

is one of those that Roxeanne
is going to read today.

I have a question.

I think it's probably better
to have questions
after the poetry reading.

- Come on. Let's go outside.
- We are planning to do that.

It's very important that
I speak to her. It's urgent!

I have as much right
to be here as anyone else.

Come on.
More of a right.

This one's by Anne Bradstreet,

and it's called...

"To My Dear
and Loving Husband."

"If ever two were one,
then surely we.

"If ever man
were loved by wife,

"then thee.

"If ever wife
was happy in a man,

"compare with me...

"ye women if you can.

"Thy love is such...

"I can no way repay.

"The heavens
reward the manifold...

- [ Mouthing Words ]
- "I pray.

"Then while we live,
in love let's so persevere.

"That when we live no more,

we may live ever."

[ Applause ]

I have something to bring up
that is a little delicate.

My son Antoine
has surprised us all...

by suggesting that it
would be improper...

to send the painting
of Saint Ursula to that
Getty Museum in California.

Not until the lawyers
have decided on its ownership.

Its ownership?

Saint Ursula
belongs to our family.
We inherited her.

My dear, we shouldn't
even be discussing this.

It's entirely
up to the lawyers.

But it is
a French painting after all.

Poor Charles. Oh, my son
has a league of troubles
of his own.

Roxeanne's lawyer
is very determined.

And the husband
of his petite amie
is very unpleasant.

Well, shall we say,
these are the wages of sin.

[ Clock Chiming ]

She had a Hermès bag.
Red crocodile.

A Kelly bag?
It's obvious
where it came from.

I know my brother.
Faithful only to Hermès.

If ever he was faithful.
And I know his type.

Permanent smile,
little white suit,
fancy undergarments.

- He adores that.
- Your imagination
is carrying you away.

At his age!
Doesn't he get tired
of this?

Charlotte, honey,
call Amélie, for once.

No, Mother.
Call Aunt Amélie yourself.

- She'll think I'm angry.
- Mother? It's me.

We'll both call her,
as representatives
of the family.

But we should
call Edgar first,
shouldn't we?

Remind him that a member
of our family has acted--

Badly.
Towards a member
of her family.

With this divorce
on our hands,

if he gets involved,
we all suffer.
I'll tell him.

[ Horns Honking ]

[ Arguing In French ]

[ Phone Ringing ]

- Oui?
- Edgar?

Are you alone?
Yes, I am. Why?

Is the American there?
You mean Roxy?

You must mean
the other American.
Yes, Isabel.

Mother said she's showing off
an expensive Hermès bag.

Uh, a bag you gave her.
You know, with Charles-Henri's
divorce--

- What are you getting at?
- It's unseemly.
That's what Mother says.

Tell your mother
to call me herself.

If you prefer.

Are you alone?
Yes. Why?

Is the American with you?
I said I'm alone.

Good, then listen to me.

Seducing the daughter-in-law's
sister now.

Why not now?

Your nephew has acted
like a lout with her sister.

- How is that my fault?
- I'm thinking of the family.

Custody,
division of property,
alimony payments.

Consider what you're doing.

We'll see you on Sunday,
I trust. Good-bye.

Voilà.

Saint Ursula belonged
to our great-uncle,

who left it to our father,
and your family
has absolutely no say in it.

Who is Saint Ursula?
The patron saint
of schoolgirls.

The painting doesn't mean
a thing to your family,

except to be split 50-50
in a divorce.

We're not going to quarrel,
you and I, about Roxeanne's
ugly saint.

I've told you a purse
of this kind is not suitable
for every occasion.

I'd suggest a small,
black evening bag.

You can talk
about everything else.
My evening bag?

Then go on TV,
talk about religion,

morality, sex.
[ Applause ]

Why not about money?

Is money
an unmentionable subject
with you?

Shh.

** [ Man Singing Opera ]

No, it's not a La Tour.
It's obvious.

"In the manner of"
at the very best.

Of no interest to us.

I may not be a specialist,
but it's not obvious to me.

If the Getty Museum sees
the resemblance to La Tour,
how can you be so sure?

Why would we supplement
our collection
of French paintings...

with family heirlooms
from an American Attic?

It's of no interest
to the Louvre... at all.

It's just so tacky.
Charles-Henri
taking Roxy's painting.

I would never try to
take something from him
that he grew up with.

Oh, sorry.
I'm very sorry.

I didn't mean it.
I'll get it.

Why are you
doing this now?

Couldn't you have
at least waited
till her baby's born?

Well, there has to be
a valuation before there
can be a division and sale.

You'd think Charles-Henri
would wanna have his kids...

have the furniture
and the painting,
not some strangers buying them.

He's just being
a terrible shit.

Or he's getting
bad advice.

Charles-Henri
has left this up to me.

You then are being
a terrible shit.

And if it really
were a La Tour?

That would be
a different matter.

But you have
a nice commode,
Louis XV-XVI.

How much
is it worth?
About 50,000.

More if it's stamped.
Let's pull it out
and check.

[ Isabel ]
Just get rid of him, Roxy.

[ Roxeanne ]
Let him divorce me.
I can't stop him.

But I will never
divorce him.

I'd think you would
want to be free of him.

And let him
marry his slut? No.

You have a choice.

You can accuse Charles-Henri
of adultery and make him pay
what he should.

Why did we have to
meet here?

You always liked to
come here and watch Gennie
on the carousel.

Of course.

But I didn't realize
it would be so cold.

You know,
I've been thinking
about names.

What do you think
of Henri-Luc?

Is it a boy?
Did you have
one of those tests?

No, I'd never do that.

It's like peeking
at your present
before Christmas.

Roxy, you should know this.

The lawyers say that if you
don't agree to a mutual consent,
no-fault divorce,

you might not be allowed
to use my name.

And our children?
Naturally,
they would be de Persand.

I have to have the same name
as my children.

French court
usually awards custody
to the French parent.

You can't do this.

You can't destroy
your own family.

It is you
who are destroying me.

After everything you've said
about freedom of the individual
to live and love.

It was only words with you.
Empty words.

Yes, it was.

I didn't realize
that when you really love,

there's no freedom at all.

Except to die.

Come on.
No more dramatics, please.

Just think about
what I told you.

[ Bell On Door Jingles ]
Bonjour.

Bonjour.
Do you have this in blue?

Is blue denim okay?

I'm Magda's husband. Magda.
You know, the other woman.

She's screwing
your husband.

Don't be another dumb
American bitch. You should
do something about it.

Excuse me.
If you don't, I will.
We could do it together.

Go away.
We could do the same thing
they're doing.

We could screw
each other!

Come on!

Stay away from me!

[ TV, Indistinct ]

Roxy.

Hey, Rox.

Roxy?

Rox?

Hello?

Hey, Rox. Ro--

Roxy. Roxy?

[ Sobbing ]
Roxy?

Oh, my God. Roxy.

Roxy!

[ Chattering, In French ]

It's good.
It's good.

[ Chattering, In French ]

[ In French ]
Sorry, we're full.
We have to hurry.

[ Siren Wailing ]

[ In French ]

I just thought...

I needn't take
any more of this.

And what about Gennie?

What about everyone
in Santa Barbara?

Of course they'll blame me,
and they're absolutely right.

God, I should have
looked after you better.

That's what
I'm supposed to be here for.

Not to pursue
some love life of my own.

No. That's what I want
is for you to be happy.

Even if I'm not.

Baby's fine.
Did they tell you?

And he's kicking
like hell.
[ Knocking ]

So beautiful.

[ Sniffs ]
Mmm. Thank you.

What do you think
of the name Henri-Luc?

- For the baby?
- Mm.

Um, Bertram.

A women's thing.
Something to do with the baby.

No, not a miscarriage.

I'll call you back.

- Hugues.
- Mm-mmm.

- Thibault?
- I don't want any of
those kind of names.

[ Knocking ]
Matthieu.

Maybe just Luc
is better than Henri-Luc.

I'm still thinking
about names.

Any ideas?

I don't know how you could
do this to all of us.

Could you not at least
have thought of the baby?
I did.

I thought...

do I really wanna
bring him into this world?

Into a broken home?

So now, like everyone else,
you're blaming me.

No.

I blame myself...

for coming up
with the wrong answer.

Oh, look at that color.

I should have
brought you some.

I thought of it,
but I was so terribly upset.

It's too bad.

I'm sorry.

I'm not defending
Charles-Henri.
He has behaved badly.

Like a lot of husbands.

But leaving
a pregnant wife...

is in bad taste.

The bad taste
was to marry her.

Those girls
are not like us.

We can't teach them
savoir-vivre,
good manners.

They find it ridiculous.
They only trust
their instinct.

Their feelings.
And where does it lead?

Uncontrolled emotions.
Desire.

And now
my idiotic brother...

is fooling around
with the sister.

She's also capable
of slicing open her veins.

It's not my problem.
It's his wife's.

I have my hands full
with Charles-Henri
and his American.

I expect the worse
from his Cosak.

Charlotte, you know
how to behave.

It's a question
of self-control.

How I hate
letting oneself go!

At least you don't
end up in the hospital.

Rog. Roger.
Hey!

Oh, wow!
Hey. Welcome to France.

Is! You look great!
Where's your aunt Isabel?

You look so French.
Hi, Daddy. I do?

Oh! Oh! Oh, my God!
Hi, honey!

Hi, baby.

Look at you!

Oh, my-- How is she?
How's Roxy?

She's fine.
Yeah?

Just don't talk about it.
Please don't remind her.
Just forget it ever happened.

I'm gonna forget
that my daughter
tried to kill herself?

All right.
That's why I'm asking you.

Is looks like somebody
out of Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down.

I wouldn't know.
I never saw
Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down.

My God, you're huge!

Darling.
You look great.

Champagne, please.
Champagne.

- [ Roger ] Diet Coke, please.
- [ In French ]

[ In French ]
That's alcohol.
You're pregnant.

I'm not forbidden to drink.
French pediatricians tell you
just the opposite.

Is tourtière
some kind of turtle thing?

No, it's a baked dish.
Like a quiche but better.

The tourtière
is the actual dish
they bake it in.

What's the legal angle
on the painting?
Where do we stand?

In division of marital property,
Roxeanne's ex-husband
can claim one half,

and that includes
one half of whatever
is her share of the painting.

There'll be five of you
claiming it, after all.

One can make that case
in a French court it's communal
and not marital property.

The first thing we have to do
is get an estimate
of the value of the painting.

Can you drink
the tap water here?

- This isn't Istanbul or Cairo.
- Why is everybody
drinking bottled water?

For the same reason
they drink it
in California, Roger.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Let's get some bottled.
Monsieur, can we get some eau?

Avec gas? Merci.
Du l'eau,
s'il vous plaît.

Well, we certainly do not
want anything of ours
going to Charles-Henri.

You know, it's funny,
but I never trusted him.

Never mind about that.

But come on, when we all first
knew him, he was beautiful.
You said so too, Mother.

"Like Orpheus,
his stubbled cheek,
a field of gold."

You said that?
Yes, I did.

Could we be serious
and just talk about
the painting for a minute?

The painting belongs to Roxy
because she cared enough
about it to take it with her.

She had our blessings,
as in everything.
Right, Margeeve?

I don't think
we should sell it.

I think we should
lend it to museums.
Everyone can see it.

We can still keep it
with our name
on a golden plaque.

No way. Can't you guys see--
I mean, the situation
has completely changed now.

Why, because it's worth
more money than you thought?

Well, that is a consideration.
I mean, right now,
we're a family of five.

But one day,
there'll be more of us.
There'll be kids and so on.

No one wants to deprive them
of their inheritance.

Roxy's the only one
who has kids now.

Roger, marry one of those girls
you're forever moving in with.
They all seem terribly nice.

- [ All Agreeing ]
- It's so not even what
we're here to talk about.

Come on, Roger.
Give it a whirl.
Please.

Of course Saint Ursula
belongs to all of us. I never
thought of her as just mine.

You know that, Roger.

She was always there,
hanging above the sofa,
watching all of us.

Yes, with a disapproving face,
inhibiting us from whatever
we wanted to do on the couch.

I suppose that's the way
of all saints in the presence
of human frailty.

Let's say we divide
the proceeds of the sale
among the five of us.

How do we get around
Roxy's husband?

Even if he claims one half
of Roxy's share,

I'll make sure
it comes back in alimony
and child support.

-Oh, wouldn't that be wonderful?
-[ Chester ] Just kidding.

[ Roxeanne ]
As it is, I can't get
a cent out of him.

In all fairness,
everything he has
is tied up in family trusts.

And with his paintings,
he earns about as much
as I do with my poetry.

I was even thinking
of getting a job.

- What?
- [ Scoffs ]

We'll have to stake claims
for monthly payments.

- I'll need you to sign papers.
- I'll stop by the office.

No, I'll bring them
to your apartment tonight.

French lawyers are so nice.

Can you imagine
an American lawyer dropping off
some papers at night?

No, I can't.

[ Speaking French ]

[ Isabel Ordering In French ]

How do you want that cooked?

Could I just get
a steak au poivre
and a salade verte?

- Très well. Very well done.
- All right.

Oh, my God!
The tip must be
included, yeah?

Well, you leave
something, anyway.

No. That's the whole point
of having the tip included,
and it's 15%.

Just leave 20 Euros.

Well, maybe in a simple place,
but in a place like this where
you pay a fortune for lunch--

Nearly $900,
I might add.

Goodness.
Thank you, Roger.

It's all I have.
The three of you
are so gorgeous.

Three peas in a pod.

Roxy's all mine.
Margeeve had nothing
to do with her.

No, not much.
Just raised her
since she was two.

Thanks, Rog.
Thank you.

Oh. I love that purse.
I want to go
to that store tomorrow.

It's Hermès.
Not on Chester's salary.

How did you afford it?
She got it in a sale.

Do you wanna borrow it?
You can.

There's been some repainting.

Ursula's left hand
has been damaged.

It's quite possible
the canvas has been cut down
a bit on the right side.

Also, the handmaiden's face
looks a little weird to me.

Is it a La Tour?

What estimate?
No estimate yet.

I think the owners are deciding
whether to sell at Drouot
or Christie's in London.

When we thought
it was coming for our show,

we put an insurance value
on it of 40,000.

There must be something wrong
if it's being sold modestly
and with no fanfare.

No problem with
the export license?
The Louvre has passed on it.

I do think Lorraine,
around 1640.

[ Woman ]
I don't know.

If I may play
devil's advocate,

the figures lack the weight,
the monumentality of a La Tour.

Has your saint been fasting?

I don't think
it would hurt for you guys
to take a look at it.

Let me say straightaway
that I think your picture
is superb.

Marvelously beautiful.
Thank you.

Now, what do you suppose
an oeuf fermier might be?

Just boiled eggs,
do we think?

Only in France would they serve
boiled eggs with such panache.

Such effrontery, you might say.
[ Orders In French ]

I've explained
the legal situation.
Believe me,

Christie's is used to
much, much worse.

'Course, everything is worse
when the French are involved.
Hmm? Hmm?

I think I'm going to
go for the liver
with the pommes mousseline.

Why don't you have something
more cuisiné? You don't have
lunch in Paris every day.

You know what they do
wonderfully? The best is
the pintade au cerfeuil.

And they do it with chestnuts.
It's excellent.

Really?
Hmm, that's a thought.

As to wine, I used to do wines,
as a matter of fact,
before I moved to old masters.

You know, they say the real
wine experts are all English.

Yes, well, the French
are distinctly faddish
about wines, aren't they?

They overlook
the most amazing vintages.

I suppose we ought really
to have Château La Tour.
Huh? Appropriate.

Well, to my mind, your picture
is from La Tour's best period,

though not the period
he's best known for.

But, in my opinion--
La Tour.

Up until now,
that hasn't been
the general opinion.

No, but suppose
you're a museum...

and wanted very badly
to acquire a Renoir, say,

that some local people
had found in an attic.

Well, you have to
think of the psychology
of the situation.

I mean, you're hardly
going to tell the seller
he has a Renoir, are you?

The price would go
out of sight. You'd end up
paying a great deal more for it.

So, museums,
to preserve their integrity,

often say
they can't be sure.

See?
And what do you think?

I think your
very fine La Tour would,

in a competitive bidding,
achieve a very fine price.

More than one person
will know its value...

and our catalogue
will state the case correctly.

What kind of price range
are we talking?

Perhaps a million pounds.
Million and a half
if we're lucky.

Christie's will advise
a reserve, which means it
couldn't be sold for any less.

See, Christie's, obviously,
has an opposite point of view
to the museums.

Like you, we would want to
sell for the maximum price.

We can be competent
of our attribution
and we know the market.

- Thank you.
- Oh, hey, Dad.

Chester Walker, this is
Mr. Janely from Christie's.
Professor.

Mr. Janely.
Mr. Janely is sure
that it's a La Tour.

Really?
A million, Dad.

A million pounds,
not dollars.

- That's a lot of money.
- Yes, to some people
I suppose it is.

[ TV, In French ]

[ Chattering, In French ]

He was much younger then,
but otherwise he's the same.

[ Isabel ]
You mean, personality-wise?

No, I think I mean
character-wise.

I mean, there was always
something about him.

Worldly, knowing,
a bit famous,

a bit old, which I suppose
could be sexually magnetic.

Especially to a young person,
it's like fornicating with God.

Where do these
pretty things come from?

Usually we beg in front
of Dior or St. Laurent...

so that rich women
on shopping sprees
can expiate their sins.

Why don't you just put that
in the miscellaneous file
for now?

I don't think
we need it in Tulsa.

[ Isabel On Phone ]
So, you won't be coming
to Suzanne's lunch on Sunday?

What can I do?
This conference
was fixed up long ago.

I have to leave now.

I'm in the middle
of packing.

Don't you wanna
meet my parents?
More to the point,

would they
want to meet me?

I'm hardly
the desirable young suitor
they might have in mind.

[ Isabel ]
Don't you wanna see me?
Naturally.

But if I don't leave now,
I might miss my plane.

We'll meet on my return.

Please make my apologies
to your parents.

Good-bye, sweetheart.
Bye.

Do you really think
it's the best idea for you?

One hardly
has a choice, Roxeanne.

You know that.

Well, I used to
think so, but...

actually I found
it's not true.

You know, this morning
I wrote a poem
about the phalarope.

You know those water fowl
that bow as they swim along?

The most polite birds
in the world.

Very stately.

Bowing
as they swim along,

to no one in particular,
just in courtesy,

in gratitude.

You totally
lost your mind.

[ Roxeanne ]
They think of Saint Ursula
as part of my dowry.

Dowry?
Where do they get "dowry"?
What are we, in the Middle Ages?

No, France.

Don't expect them to talk
about any of this at lunch.

They talk about
every taboo thing
under the sun.

But money?
Never. Never.

I wish we could stop
talking about it too.

[ Roger ]
I don't want to eat
anything weird.

I want to tell you...

Aunt Amélie
will be at lunch today.

Uncle Edgar's wife.

She has been summoned.

[ Isabel ]
What am I supposed to do?
Fight for him?

To say I love him
and I'll never let him go?

Do you think
he's worth it?

But of course you Americans
are known to be fighters.

You might even fight
for something
you don't really want.

I don't like Sundays.

[ In French ]

I'd have spotted her
in a crowd of thousands.

[ Suzanne ]
Oh, hello, Margeeve!

Hello. Hello.

Isabel.

And this is my sister-in-law,
Amélie Cosset.

Nice to meet you.
Pleased to meet you.

Chester. And Roger.
Oh, Roger.

I was forgetting you.
How was the trip?

It's a privilege for us
to be welcomed here...

in your country,
in your family,
in your beautiful home.

Oh, the privilege
is all ours.

- I'm sorry that my husband
isn't here with us today.
- Not to mention mine.

[ Suzanne ] My brother Edgar,
he's invited to many
international conferences.

- I believe
he's in Belgium today.
- Presumably. I no longer ask.

We love both your daughters,
Roxeanne and Isabel.

They're both so practical,
so sensible.

Roxeanne and Isabel?

We think of the French
as practical, rational.

Voltaire and the Age
of the Enlightenment.

Thermidor.
But not our girls,
I'm afraid.

Not much rationality there.

- I hunt.
- Hunt?

- Do you hunt?
- No. What do you hunt?

- The deer.
- The deer.

- I guess you shoot them.
- Oh, no. Birds are shot.

But the deer we hunt with dogs.
It's very beautiful.

The horses, the dogs,
the hunters in their coats.

The cleric comes
to bless the dogs.

The idea is to run
the noble stag
to the ground.

He becomes exhausted
and can no longer run.

- What happens after that?
- Then the dogs kill the stag.

We have the expression
"another kill."
That's what that refers to.

Do people ever get killed?
Fall off their horses
or something?

Well, not usually,
but it can happen sometimes.

Oh, good.
So it evens out
the odds a bit.

I suppose the moment's come
to say never would
I have imagined...

when I left Santa Barbara
with just a few mementos
of my own--

This Beaufort
is not right.

- It's off.
- It has a smoky aftertaste.

It's inedible.
It's not right.
Don't take it.

[ French ]
Oh, this Beaufort
is not right.

[ Suzanne Continues
In French ]

But all is not lost.
The Reblochon is perfect.

Help yourselves.
[ In French ]

The Beaufort
really was disastrous.

Yes, but the Reblochon
was excellent.
Do you agree?

Oh, everything was excellent.
You have such a beautiful house.

And you run it so beautifully.
I really could take lessons.

Oh, you are too kind.

There is something
a little delicate
I would like to mention...

while the others
are not here.

And I really feel
we can talk together
quite freely as mothers.

[ Amélie ]
And quite intimately
as friends.

Where is it?
Tomber.

I got it. Tomber.
"To fall. To throw,
as in wrestling.

To fall to the ground.
To tumble."

God, four years of French,
I can't remember a thing.
Tomber. Tomber.

That's what Suzanne de Persand
called her brother.

It is an older man
taking advantage
of a young girl.

And guess who's
the young girl.

It's our own flower--
Isabel.

Oh, don't give me that
"this is my life" stare.

- It is her life.
- That's ridiculous.
I don't believe it.

Have I met him?
No, neither have I.
Oh, wait. It gets better.

Then his own wife says
that we must save Isabel
from being hurt...

by a man who is, and I quote,
"A little unscrupulous...

where young women
are concerned."

That's your fault.
She's got that
daddy complex thing.

Nonsense. I've seen
plenty of our students...

falling for their
old professors or someone,

but those girls
were all weak
and clinging types.

Everything
that Isabel is not.

Does the fact
that our families know
spoil it for you?

No. I was thinking
of you.

And of your wife.

Inhibiting perhaps,
but not absolutely fatal.

We will ignore
what they told your mother
as if they had not told her.

I'll be going to Concepción
for a couple of months to help
with the negotiations.

Can't I come with you?

Sweet.

Will you still want me
when you come back?

Isn't it your Emerson
who said,

"Every hero
becomes a bore at last"?

I have to go
and get dressed.

It's getting late.
Will you lock up?
Mm-hmm.

** [ French ]

Hello, Edgar.

Good to see you.

Oh, very nice.

Do you like that?
Mm, ça va.

Are we both
on the same errand?

Are we both buying gifts?

Could it be
for the same person?

Mine is a thank you,
farewell gift,

because she's just finished
helping me with all my papers.

What about yours?

Mine is only
a thank you gift.

Didn't you give me
a scarf too?

At the end, I mean.

A purse at the beginning,
a scarf at the end.

Your situation
was quite different.

You were not-- forgive me--
a vulnerable young person.

Oh, no.

I was older and married
and divorced and two children.

You were worldly, experienced
and already famous.

[ In French ]
[ In French ]

It wasn't very difficult
for you to forget me.

Yes, I forgot you.

Not the tears
I shed for you.

[ In French ]

May I?

[ In French ]
Yes, it is charming.

Why don't we both give her
the same scarf?

Then she can come back
and exchange it
and get what she wants.

Good idea.
I'll take it.

Me too.

Good.
Good.

[ Olivia ] I never
actually married a Frenchman.
All my husbands were American.

Only the lovers,
as you know.

To me, a lover,

someone I truly love,
would be more important...

than somebody I happened to sign
a marriage certificate with.

Lovers are a pastime
one tends to outgrow.

A hobby...

that finally
becomes a bore.

You mean, in the end,
"every hero becomes a bore"?

Emerson.

Someone quoted that to me...

when he was trying to
extricate himself.

It suits you.

** [ Singing, Indistinct ]

** [ Singing Continues ]

[ Whistles ]

[ Bells Tolling ]

We're not just buying
tampons and lipsticks,
but all kinds of products--

shampoo, moisturizer,
eye shadow-- you name it.

We're planning on buying
three new trucks
if all goes well.

And we're thinking
of calling ourselves
the Saint Ursula Foundation,

in honor
of our patron saint.

What do you think?
Wait.

Would we be tax exempt?
I have so many
other questions.

What about my question?

My divorce
hasn't gone through,
as you well know.

So far, nobody's filed
a single paper yet.

I don't know
what the delay is.

Come on.
I can hardly take up
with a new husband...

before the old one's
disposed of.

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

What's going on?
Someone died.

Who?
They won't
let us in.

Let me through.
I live here!

[ Man On Police Radio ]
Shooting at Futurama.

A man fired
at his Russian wife
and got away.

He is American.
A crime of passion.

There are no crimes
of passion in America.

They all kill
for money or drugs.

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

What's your perfume?
"Honteuse." By Charmez.

I like it.

Very subtle.

[ Margeeve ]
You'll have your own money now.
You can do whatever you want.

But as far as I'm concerned,
my favorite thing in Paris
is this purse you gave me.

Well, it suits you
better than me.

Yeah, it's
too middle-aged for you.

And too ladylike,
I might add.

[ Tellman ]
Stop. S'il vous plaît. Stop.

I apologize. You must have
done this a thousand times.
Never.

Okay, sweetie.
The boys begged me
and then they gave up.

Excuse me.

[ Woman On P.A., In French ]

[ Man On P.A. ]
The Eiffel Tower, created
at the turn of the century...

by engineer Gustave Eiffel.

[ Man ]
Hey, that's my foot.

[ Guard, In French ]

Who's the guy
you let by?

He said
he lost his wife.
Okay.

[ Man ]
What's he doing?

He lost his wife.
He's running after her.

Are you sure
he's not running away?

He's in pretty good shape.

By the way, how are
Celine and the kids?

They're fine.

Then I went
to the garbage cans.

Do you know
who it is?
I won't go back!

There's a man's leg
sticking out.

What's going on?

Some guy
who lost his wife.

He's pretty high-strung.

By the way,
how are Celine
and the kids?

They're fine.

Here he comes.

Something's up.
I'm alerting the guards.

There's a suspicious man
on the loose,
looking for his wife.

He's tall,
early 40s, blond,

with a Burberry-style
raincoat.

[ Speaking Japanese ]

Yea!

- [ Gennie, In French ]
- [ Screams ]

[ Woman Yelling In Japanese ]

He has a gun!
Armed man on the Eiffel Tower.
I repeat, armed man.

What am I looking at?

Oh, there. Goodness!
I warned him.

I gave him
a chance to stop.
I warned him.

All units!
Secure the third level!

The door is blocked.

Calm down.
Drop your gun
and unblock the door.

Keep your cool.

Stay calm.
Don't hurt them.
We're here to help.

Where's Roxeanne?
Why isn't she here?

I have to explain it to her.
I have to tell her
why I did it.

Is she coming?

Should we wait for her?

[ Man Continues On P.A.
In French ]

[ Man On P.A. ]
Please respect others.
We repeat--

I loved Magda.
I loved my Magda.

Magda's his wife.
Now look at me.

Look what I've done.

Did you hurt your wife?

She deserved it.
So did he.

The caretaker
identified the body.

Who is it?

Mr. de Persand.
I'm sorry.

That's impossible.

My husband hasn't
lived here in months.

Just sit here for a while.

I'm a little tired.

If you give yourself up,
you can ask to be extradited
to America.

Where's Roxy?

Listen, when you get home,
all they'll do is order
a psychiatric evaluation.

I need to see a therapist.

Oh, no!

How-- How did he die?
Tell me!

Maybe you can tell us.
We need to know.

[ Groaning ]

Let's go to the station.
It's quieter. Mr. Bertram
can come along.

Can't you see
she's in labor?
Help her.

[ Siren Wailing ]

- [ Gunshot ]
- Mama!

- He put it down.
- [ Tellman ]
Just get rid of it.

Put it in your bag
and throw it overthe side
so no one will ever find it.

- Throw it over the side.
- You'll hit someone with it!

Hey, Mom,
hand me your bag.

Will you please tell Roxy
that I'm sorry?

Why won't people
let me talk to her?

[ Chattering In French ]

[ Isabel Narrating ]
Tellman got to see
a therapist all right.

He was sentenced to 20 years in
one of those nice French jails
Yves told me about.

And when Edgar came back
from his negotiations,

we had the last of
our fancy private lunches.

So, you'll be staying
in Paris then?

I resigned from the commission.
I can't be so far away
and leave my sister alone.

- And Roxeanne?
- The baby has been
very comforting.

Roxeanne and Gennie
are crazy about him.

Guess what.

Loaf of Bread Press wants to
publish an entire collection
of Roxy's poems.

A poet and a widow.

You're aware that in France
a widow is a hallowed person.

What about a mistress?

She's, uh, tolerated.

And adored.

Isabel, you're young,
you're beautiful,
you're wise.

And, as we said before,
I'm much too old for you.

[ French ]
Car is waiting to take me
for a TV interview.

It's live,
which is always stressful.

In a heated moment,
I may say something
that later I would regret.

Yeah, that is stressful.

The driver could
drop you anywhere.
Come on in.

You know, it's true.

You are too old for me.

But we had
a pretty good time.

Of course.

And think of everything
we learned from each other.

For example,

how beautiful it is
to be young.

[ Isabel Narrating ]
So, good-bye, Uncle Edgar,

and good-bye, Kelly bag
and Edgar's other gifts.

I'm sure he's still buying
Kelly bags at Hermès
for other dumb girls like me,

but I got over him.

So, I took Suzanne's advice
to go with life as it unrolls.

Prends la vie comme il vient.

[ Man, In French ]

You've arrived.

[ In French ]
[ People Bidding ]

[ Man ]
Next up is lot 51.

- [ Man ]
Georges de la Tour.
- La Tour.

A lapse of attention
on the part of the Louvre.

Yes. It's come in now.

The saint's hand
has been repainted,
as has the servant's face.

The top of the painting
was trimmed,
as was the right side.

Do I hear two million?

[ Man ] Two million.
Two million.
I have a taker.

2.1 million.

2.2 million.
2.3 million.

2.4 million.
2.4 million.

2.5 million.

Two million, five.

2.7 million.

Should we come in at three?
Three million.

She's come in now.
Three-four.

- 3.6 million.
- We're in at three-six.

- Three-eight.
- 3.9 million.

We're at four.
That's our ceiling.

Four-three.
We've passed our ceiling.
You sure?

4.5 million.

At four-five.
Are you sure?

It's your last chance.

It's hers. It's hers.

Can't win 'em all.

[ Man ]
Congratulations.

[ Yves, In French ]

[ Isabel ]
What about taking my foot?

It means,
"Did you have fun?"

Of course.
Didn't you?

Who would have ever thought
"taking my foot"...

means
"to have fun in bed"?

C'est ridicule.

You'll have to stay
and learn better French.

C'est ridicule.
C'est ridicule.

C'est ridicule.

[ Isabel Narrating ]
Roxy said she'd had enough
of marriage for a while.

There's your mother-in-law.

Roxeanne.
Suzanne.

But she changed her mind,
and she and Bertram
did get together.

You remember each other.
Bonjour.

[ In French ]

[ Both, In French ]

** [ Woman Singing In French ]