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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.

(both speaking French)

You want those berries, huh?

- Bonjour.
- Bonjour.

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.

(both in French)

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.

(speaking French)

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 is Charles-Henri?

Oh, 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)

Lamb raised near Mont St. Michel.

I went to Mont St. Michel!

Ah, Oui.

So 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.

Oh.

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.

Charles-Henri.

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?

- 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 mademoiselle.

Mademoiselle.

Roxy, what are you
allowed to drink now?

What? Three months?

(both speak French)

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)

♪ (piano)

(instructing in French)

(in French)

Bravo! Bravo!

- Did you have fun?
- Yeah.

(in French)

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.

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, ever 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.

Well, that's it. I mean,
if it's valuable enough

for them to want to borrow it,
then 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.

(inhaling, grunting)

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.

(speaking French)

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.

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.

ROXANNE:
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.

(in English) 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!

(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?

(both in French)

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,

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.

Enchanté.

- 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 the 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.

(in French)

You talk only of ideology.

Everyone forgets
the suffering of this people.

Mr. Rabourdin doesn't agree...

(cell phone ringing)

Oui?

- 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.

- Thank you.
- He might be a little jealous.

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

Bonjour, Edgar.

- That's a beautiful haircut.
- Thank you.

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.

Parfait.

- 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 Ecoles.

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.

Au contraire.

- 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)

Is there something you like?

- Um--
- Ah!

It's silk.

Charming, sexy...

Men love it!

We also have it
in black, red and purple.

Which would you prefer?

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)

What do you like best?

(both in French)

- What size do you like?
- Uh, small.

(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'll 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 for us 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 Hermes bag.
Red crocodile.

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

I know my brother.
Faithful only to Hermes.

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 Hermes bag.

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 my 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.

Goodbye.

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 a 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 always 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.
- (in French)

Do you have this in blue?

Is blue denim okay?

(both speaking French)

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

She's screwing
your husband.

Je m'excuse.

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.

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.

(in French)

Sorry, we're full.
We have to hurry.

(speaking in French)

(siren wailing)

(speaking 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 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.

This looks like somebody out
of "Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down."

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

You're huge!

- Darling.
- You look great.

- Champagne, please.
- Champagne.

- ROGER: Diet coke, please.
- (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.

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

In any 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

that it's communal
and not marital property.

The first thing
we have to do is

we have to get an estimate
of the value of the painting.

Can you drink the tap water here?

This isn't Estanbul or Cairo.

The why is everybody
drinking bottled water?

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

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

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

(speaking in French)

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?

Really, the painting belongs to Roxy

because she cared enough
about it to take it away 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. 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.

Yeah, well, Roxy's
the only one who has kids now.

Roger, why don't you 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.

- Oh, come on, Roger. Give it a whirl.
- Please.

Oh, 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
to her 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 out
claims for monthly payments.

I'll need you
to sign some papers.

Well, sure, I'll stop by the office
tomorrow morning.

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.

Merci.

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.

Well, there must be
something wrong with it

if it's being sold so 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.

- 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?
Hm, 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 Latour.

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 that 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)

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.

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.

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.

(speaking in French)

SUZANNE:
Oh, this beaufort is not right.

But all is not lost.
The reblochon is perfect.

Help yourselves.

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.

AMELIE:
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, you know.
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)

(speaking in French)

Hello, Edgar.

Good to see you.

Oh, very nice.

Do you like that?

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.

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

Yes, I forgot you.

Not the tears I shed for you.

May I?

Charmant.

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)

(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!

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.

MARGREEVE:
Look, 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.

Who's the guy you let by?

He said he lost his wife.

Okay.

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.

(chattering in French)

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 forties, blond,

with a Burberry-style
raincoat.

(speaking Japanese)

Yay!

(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 over the 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.

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.

Next up is lot 51.

Georges de 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?

2 million. I have a taker.

2,100,000.

2,200,000.

(auctioneer continues,
in French)

Two million, five.

2,700,000.

(auctioneer continues,
in French)

Should we come in at three?

3,000,000.

(auctioneer continues, in French)

She's come in now. Three-four.

- (continues, in French)
- We're in at three-six.

3,600,000.

(auctioneer continues, in French)

Three-eight.

3,900,000.

- (continues, in French)
- We're at four.

That's our ceiling.

(auctioneer continues,
in French)

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

4,500,000.

At four-five.
Are you sure?

(auctioneer continues, in French)

It's your last chance.

It's hers. It's hers.

Can't win 'em all.

MAN:
Congratulations.

(chattering in French)

(in French)

(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"?

(French)

You'll have to stay
and learn better French.

- (French)
- (French)

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)

(chattering in French)

(in French)

♪ (woman singing, in French)