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Right, you stay here, Cherie.

Can't I come?

No, quarries are dirty and dangerous.

Need to, uh...

Well, you might distract the workforce.

Did you get what you wanted?

I am the boss.

Where are you taking me for lunch?

To a little country hotel.

You've never taken your wife there?

No, never.

That's all right, then.

So, you're seeing Anne-Marie this evening?

As always.

It is Thursday, isn't it?

Certainly.

Well, then why ask?

Just to be sure.

We know our Thursdays are sacred.

Anne-Marie values them quite as much as

I do.

She's been a good friend to me.

I just wondered.

People do change.

Not old friends, believe me.

Really?

We have, haven't we?

We were more than friends.

But, yes, we've changed.

You especially.

Oh?

I feel younger every day.

What do you and Anne-Marie talk about?

Well, you needn't flatter yourself as you.

You never speak of our husbands.

We have an agreement that pap not to

bore each other with domestic topics.

I hate that suit, Shirley.

It cost enough.

It makes you look like a gangster.

Good.

You'll be late for your precious work.

I'll see you later at the office when

I bring the flowers.

I may be tied up.

Oh, I'm sure.

I'll just bring them, hand them over and

vanish.

Don't worry.

Right.

You will be gone by the time I

get back, won't you?

Naturally.

Why do you keep asking such obvious questions?

Just to be sure.

Au revoir, Shirley.

Au revoir.

Bonjour, monsieur.

Bonjour, madame Cabot.

Bonjour, madame.

Bonjour, madame Cabot.

Would you please look at the list I

left for you?

You aren't still fussing about that gas, are

you?

Ah, yes.

I thought I smelt something, yes, but...

Well, you'd better call the gas people.

But I did, Eve.

Last week, they found nothing.

You're imagining it.

No, I'm not.

In my line of business, you get a

sixth sense for this sort of thing.

Get it tested again this morning, if possible.

Tell them it's urgent.

And if they try to put you off,

remind them what happened to that apartment block

at Port Royale, blown sky-high.

But it was the only last...

I said, get it tested, Shirley.

A gas leak can be a killer.

Understood.

What does it do?

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

Some people use them in bed.

In bed?

So no-one burns up too soon.

Does it function with a detonator?

Of course it can.

But then can't we all live properly, primed

and correctly, sir?

Now, in a quarry...

Good morning.

Ah.

Good morning, sir.

You're very formal today, Henri.

Is he behaving himself, Lucie?

No more badly than usual, Monsieur Drouard.

Thank you.

Off you go.

I know what you're here for, and some

of us have work to do.

But I brought you the Solex 48B you

asked about, sir.

Oh, what's your thinking on it?

Yes, well, I don't see it as having

any significant edge over other timing devices currently

available, but it's fine.

And 100% reliable, which is something.

Good.

Leave it with me.

I'll come back to you on it.

Right.

So, the rundown on today?

Well, first, at 10.30, you've got Monsieur

Gaucher, then at 11, United Minerals.

11.45, there's a meeting here with Monsieur

Charbonneau.

Still there, madame?

I am right, aren't I?

My husband has imagined it.

Not necessarily, madame, no, no, no.

You mean you have found a leak, after

all?

Not as such, madame, no, no, but...

Then what?

Well...

I've known it to be a case of

expansion and contraction.

In a joint.

A rise in temperature, if you've had the

central heating on for a considerable time, for

example.

That could cause a weak joint to expand.

This has been known.

And then you would get an emission.

But that other inspector, when he came, he

found nothing.

He was quite positive my husband was mistaken.

No one can be completely positive, not in

this world, madame.

I can always tell when it's a Thursday.

Really?

How's that?

Madame is always a little...

on edge.

Nervy.

What nonsense.

But on Fridays, madame is usually her old

self again.

You're a wicked old thing, madame Campbell.

What an insinuation.

To our residence.

Bonjour, madame.

Yes, yes, she is.

My arthritis.

No better, no worse.

Madame Fournier.

Anne-Marie.

Would you please give the gasman another cup

of coffee?

Anyway, I will be seeing you this evening.

Thank heaven.

Oh, I can't tell you how I live

for our Thursdays.

Yes.

Anne-Marie.

Oh.

Some chocolate truffles for me, Diaz.

Would you?

Yes.

Seven o'clock.

As always.

Bye.

Thank you.

Good afternoon, Lucy.

Oh, the flowers, how lovely.

You can put them down.

Thank you.

Is my husband in?

Yes, madame, but he's in a meeting.

Would you like me to let him know

that you're here?

No, no, don't worry.

Lucy.

Oh, shall I pop back later?

No, it's all right, Henri.

Madame Droit always brings new flowers on Thursday.

You've met?

Yes, but briefly.

Madame Droit, enchanté.

Monsieur.

Henri, please.

Henri is our technical advisor.

Yes, I know.

My husband has often mentioned you to me.

I'm flattered.

Oh.

Madame.

You're far too gallant.

No.

Antoine.

Take it.

The boss's wife says so.

Okay?

Are you

sad, Chérie?

Something the matter?

Papa is very old-fashioned, you know.

So am I sometimes.

Especially just now.

I can't say I've noticed.

With you, I mean.

If he knew about us...

Yves...

Oh, come on.

Soon he will know.

He'll have to.

What do you mean?

Come on, let's go upstairs.

No, I don't want to.

Not today.

You see...

I've just confirmed I'm pregnant.

I thought you always said you took...

Just lately.

I forgot.

Deliberately?

I think so.

Yes.

I want our babies, Yves.

You're hardly more than myself, you know.

This is blackmail.

Biological blackmail.

Yes.

But you did say...

You did promise me you were making...

Well...

Divorce arrangements with your wife.

Because she couldn't give you babies.

You have asked her.

No, not yet.

I will...

Well, now you must, and quickly.

I don't think she'll agree.

In fact, if you know Matt as well

as I do...

You must make her, Yves.

For the baby's sake.

My sake.

My father's.

After all, Papa is important to you too.

He says you're setting up an important deal

with him.

Is that right?

Yes, it's thanks to him we're going to

be able to expand.

Yes.

Like I'm going to.

Thanks to you.

I will make...

In fact, I have already started.

Will you give me a week?

Just one more week?

No longer.

Papa will insist on a white wedding.

Not a shotgun one.

With my tummy out here.

To us.

All three of us.

Mark?

Mark, are you home?

Yves?

You haven't smelled gas again, surely?

Look, I've just found the very thing.

It's a detector with an electronic sensor.

And our technical whiz, Henri, suggested it.

But the inspector found nothing.

Ah, well, he couldn't have had one of

these.

You're obsessed.

Not at all.

I believe in playing safe.

I'll say one thing in your favour.

You're never late.

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

midnight.

Like Cinderella?

Yes, I suppose so.

Except I've lost my pence.

Haven't I?

Yves?

Yves, it is all over, isn't it?

No, darling.

No.

You've never forgiven me, have you?

You never will.

For what?

Oh, Yves, I did want to have children.

If you only knew.

Look, I have accepted it.

It's not your fault.

Liar.

Perhaps we should separate, after all.

A divorce?

Would you give me a divorce?

No.

But a separation?

What's the use of that?

It might be better.

Let's not discuss it, all right?

Why not?

Because we're all right as we are.

We...

We get along.

A separation's no help to either of us.

The topic is finished.

Dead.

Okay.

Lucy, did you give me those notes for

my speech tonight?

Yes, Monsieur Drouard.

Well, I can't seem to find them.

But here's a copy.

Thank you.

You know how I get when I have

to stand up and hold forth.

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

Yes.

There are just 12 of us, but they

are the most prominent industrialists in Europe.

Monsieur Drouard's office.

Hold on a moment, please.

Mademoiselle Charbonneau.

I'll take it in my office.

Yes, hello?

Chéri.

I'm thinking of you.

It's exactly a week now, you know.

Yes, yes, I know.

Hold on.

Good night, Monsieur.

Good night.

Now, don't worry, madame.

We shall be free.

You shall.

You have asked her.

She'll definitely let you go.

And in time.

Yes, yes.

She must.

Absolutely must.

If she doesn't, I shall get rid of

the baby.

I'll have to.

And if I do that, Yves...

I know.

Just know I'll never, ever want to see

you again.

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

It's...

it's okay.

It's all fixed.

Everything, I promise you.

She has agreed.

Humming You sound pleased with yourself.

Yes, well, I've had a really good day.

We landed the Algerian contract.

Magnesium, very big.

And we beat the opposition hands down.

And...

Just off, are you?

Give my regards to Anne-Marie.

She hardly knows you.

Well, let's say I think of her as

a regular factor in our lives.

A fixed point, a weekly feature.

You are full of yourself.

Yes, well, it's good to get things wrapped

up.

Resolved, positively.

And to one's advantage once and for all.

I'm sure it is.

Au revoir.

Enjoy your dinner, Yves.

Yes, I would, if I didn't have to

make a speech afterwards.

You'll be all right.

Just sound your own praises.

Good night.

Mart!

Mart.

Couldn't we call a truce?

A ceasefire, perhaps?

Or who knows?

Out of it, something better might grow.

Peace, even...

love again, between us.

I'd like to think that.

Except I know it isn't possible.

Why not?

Because I know you don't mean it.

You may wish to, but you don't.

As those notices say at level crossings, watch

out.

One train can conceal another.

I wish I had any reasons left for

believing you, but I don't, do I?

Not...

Not if we're honest.

I'll be back at my usual time.

Good night.

Goodbye, Chérie.

Gentlemen, keeping pace with the new micro-technologies

revolutionising every aspect of our industry, we gentlemen

must create new supernational funding systems to match

this dynamic explosion.

We must not sell the future of our

industries short.

Thank you.

Quiet.

We may have to make a bit of

a detour, monsieur.

Oh?

Why?

Big power cut.

Terrorists, they reckon, are gone.

Where?

At Nanterre.

It's hit a lot of districts, including yours,

the 17th.

Surely they can switch to another supply.

Not according to the radio.

I hope monsieur has some candles at home.

I don't find that funny.

Mark?

Mark, are you back?

Hello?

Hello, Mark.

Look, where are you?

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

Oh, I see, you're staying the night with

Anne-Marie.

No, that's fine, fine.

Yes, I heard about the power cut.

No, it didn't affect the restaurant.

In fact, our lights are still off here.

Oh, yours have just come on?

I'm so pleased for you.

No, darling.

No, of course I don't mind.

Now you're there, you'd better stay there.

Yes, I'll see you tomorrow.

Fine.

Oh, Mart.

What time was this power cut?

I see.

And your lights have just been restored, yes?

So you were without power for how long,

roughly?

About half an hour, yes?

Well, no, no, not at all.

It's just that hours seem to be taking

rather longer.

Goodbye.

Oh, my God.

No!

Well, aren't we lucky.

A whole night together.

And all thanks to a power failure.

Chilly.

And to your friend, as well.

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

What would we have done without her, Anne

Marie?

All these Thursdays.