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(Priest chanting in Latin)

(Woman whispers)

Father?

(Door closes)

Your mother is dead, Emma.

But you did not say it was beyond hope when you wrote to me.

l had not the words.

l... l brought you her rosary.

Will they let me come home for the funeral?

She was buried this morning.

Under the plum tree.

Will you bury me there too, when l die?

Will no one be permitted to mourn me?

Emma Rouault?

There's so much agony.

l can hardly bear the weight of it.

You must surrender all passion.

God will grant you strength

but the sacrifice is absolute.

(Nun) We need young ladies like Emma.

The death of that girl's mother opened a window in her soul.

l found a most shocking piece of literature in her chemise drawer.

l cannot dwell upon details but it involved a gondolier.

Are you not confident of her vocation, sister?

(# Waltz)

(Emma) Joy was discouraged, misery was forbidden

They were trying to break me, like a horse

The money l spent.

(Emma) You wanted me to be educated.

l was afraid you might never come home.

No. Jesus would have made a very tiresome bridegroom.

(Emma) ln Paris, petticoats of English lace are being worn this season

Shoulders are being powdered white

ln Paris, women live for love

Men die for it

(Sighs) Oh, why is the world so far away?

(Father yells)

Father!

Father!

Father!

Don't shout at me, Emma. Oh...

- l've done something to my leg. - Go. Go!

(Dog barking)

(Other animal noises)

(Geese honking)

- Are you the doctor? - Yes, l am.

l don't need a bloody doctor! l've never had the doctor yet!

l've told you, get me Pierrot from L'Alouette.

He's the finest cowman ever walked the earth

and if he can't fix it you may as well get a bloody gun and shoot me.

He's been drinking brandy.

You have a fractured femur, sir.

l also suspect damage to the quadriceps femoris.

What language do you call that?

(Emma) Latin.

(Yelling)

- (Crack) - (Emma) Oh.

(Applause)

Emma...

give this man a glass.

l suppose much of the running of the farm will fall to you now?

- At least until your father's leg mends. - Yes. l hope it mends quickly.

l know a lot about music and poetry but almost nothing about manure.

Or crop yields.

- Where were you educated? - At the Ursuline Convent in Rouen.

l-l did my medical training in Rouen.

Not Paris?

No.

Are you waiting for something, Dr Bovary?

- My whip. - Your whip?

- lt's fallen down behind the wheat. - Ohh.

- When will you come back? - ln three days' time.

Tomorrow.

(Sighs)

Charles, it's past eight o'clock! You must stir yourself.

Mother...

...what brings you here?

Madame Hivert has taken delivery of a new gig.

l rode with her as far as the crossroads.

Now, l'm told that a most superior family has taken that little chateau outside town.

ln the coffee business, apparently.

And every single one of them a martyr to gastric catarrh.

You must call at once, pay your compliments.

l am expected at the Rouault farm.

Again?

lt's proved a more complex fracture than l thought.

He's got a daughter, hasn't he?

Yes, Mother, he has.

l hope l don't have to remind you, Charles, that you're only very recently widowed.

No, Mother, you don't.

The way that thing sits there, it's like some terrible accusation.

We should have put it in the coffin with her. lt was barely brown about the edges.

- Poor Heloise. - Yes, well...

it was all quite horribly unfortunate.

However, l shall repair to the kitchen and refresh you a cravat.

Please dismiss all notion of the Rouault farm.

You need to attract a better class of invalid.

41 days l've been stuck in this chair now.

Not to mention poor Emma, cloistered indoors,

waiting on my poor carcass, hand, foot and finger.

(Emma) l can bear it, Father.

l am deaf to your pleas, Rouault.

l forbid you to even attempt to walk.

Dr Bovary!

l thought you might like to take a jar of our honey.

lf you eat it from a spoon you can taste the lavender.

Thank you.

How much longer?

At least another week.

(Father) Doctor.

Doctor! (Chuckling)

What say you to this, you rogue?!

Father!

Oh, the pair of you would've had me in the knacker's yard.

Eh. Do you give me a clean bill of health? Hm?

Do you discharge me?

Farmer Rouault gave me this.

l supposed that cash would follow.

You can't afford to indulge in barter, Charles!

- What's this in your coat pocket? - lt's a jar of honey.

l didn't put you through years of medical school for produce.

l don't think it was in lieu of payment, it was more of a gift from Mademoiselle Rouault.

lndeed.

l've heard things about that family.

And her. Nothing like as prosperous as they make out,

for all she's been washed and buffed up by the Ursulines.

There was a cousin of theirs had up in the county assizes.

Sheep came into it.

At least your business with them is now concluded

for which small mercy l offer up thanks.

But l fear it is not concluded, Mother.

Out of deference to you, l must ensure they settle their bill in cash.

l shall go there in person.

75. Er, l thought you might see your way to favourable terms,

bearing in mind that l've paid up prompt.

My mother supervises my accounts.

- You lost your wife, didn't you? - Consumption. Yes.

l've worn your shoes, friend.

On the day l buried my wife l lay on the ground in the orchard and l cried.

Apples, plums, pears, a peach vine,

fruit, fruit, fruit, as far as the eye could see.

And my heart, like a piece of deadwood.

How long did the feeling last?

A fragment of agony always remains.

Have you any appetite?

l nearly starved to death when l were at my worst with it.

Everything l put in my mouth turned to soot.

He generally managed to force something down his throat

as long as it was light and digestible, like roast goose with endive and a strawberry tart.

Did your heart break too?

l think it did. l was younger then.

ls it broken still?

l don't quite know.

But then l'm not a doctor.

(Giggles)

l have fallen into the habit of thinking that l have nothing left to fear.

You are so young to have lost someone so dear.

lt must have drained you.

l do feel empty.

l won this for a competition when l was at the convent.

- What was it about? - The title was, ''What is passion?''

and l furnished a pious answer hinged upon the crucifixion.

Did you ever win anything?

There was never a prize l really wanted.

(Mother) Charles...

is that your Sunday shirt?

No, it's a new one.

No need to tell me what you've come for, l've seen the roses in your cheeks.

You go and stand in that paddock over there.

lf the lass says yes, l'll throw the parlour shutters open.

Save no end of a performance.

- (# Cheerful traditional tune) - (Emma giggles)

You'll be so delighted when you see the cake.

The bottom tier's modelled on the temple at Jerusalem,

it's covered in gold stars - it looks just like a picture in an illustrated paper!

l wish her mother was here to see this day. That dress.

lvory netting and ribbons - the girl'll get no further use from it.

lt's what she wanted. l never could deny her anything.

l've gathered that.

Oh...

l'll do it. You'll make it worse.

-Are you happy, my love? - How could l be otherwise?

lt's my wedding day. (Giggles)

(Laughter in distance)

(Gasps) l'm not ready.

(Laughs)

l have to put a nightgown on. Oh! (Laughs)

(Sighs)

l think the last time there was a fire in here was on my parents' wedding night.

They married on Christmas Eve.

Don't you think that's romantic?

(Panting)

This is passion, Charles?

- Yes! - This is?

l never knew, Emma.

- This is passion. - l never knew.

l never knew! (Grunts)

(Gasps)

Goodbye!

ls that the other bride's bouquet?

Get rid of it.

(Door closes)

Did you love her, Charles?

She loved me.

Hmm...

l can see myself in your eyes.

Can you see the feathers in your hair?

Oh, there must be a hole in the pillow.

(Moans) Charles...

l'm sorry.

Mademoiselle Lecoute's carbuncle needs lancing.

But l miss you when you're gone.

That's fairly easily remedied.

(Clock chiming)

(Mother) Her scullery's knee-deep in washing

Pillow slips, nightcaps - all manner of unmentionables.

At least Heloise wasn't too proud to sort her own laundry.

l don't expect Emma to do it herself, l worry that she isn't very robust.

Well, what's she doing now?

Sketching.

She does it so well, l have had her drawing of Medusa framed.

Fistfuls of candle stumps. Some of them quite three inches long.

She's new to housekeeping. She doesn't understand about economy.

(Mother) lt's fortunate l thought to pack a small valise

l must have nodded off.

l'm about to have my bath.

lt's ten o'clock.

We go to bed at ten o'clock.

Habits, Charles, are like promises and pie crusts.

Made to be broken.

(Clock chiming)

l will go downstairs until you have prepared yourself.

(Door closes, clock stops chiming)

(Small stones striking glass)

lt's the middle of the night.

l have awoken you among the apple trees.

Close to the house of your father.

Shutter your heart against every love but mine.

Love no one else... for love is as passionate as death.

You've been filling your head with all species of nonsense.

No, l've been reading the Bible - the Song of Solomon.

- l learnt it by heart in the convent. Sit down. - Oh, Emma...

My lover put his hand under the door...

His fingers were scented with oil of myrrh...

l open the door unto my lover

l trembled at the perfume of him...

Emma, my mother's asleep in the second-best bedroom.

Go back inside, then. Put on your cotton nightcap.

Roll over, go to sleep and dream of nothing!

You're getting overexcited. Do you want a tincture?

l want to be excited. You can't mix me up a potion to prevent it!

Are you excited now? Standing arguing in the middle of the night in a party frock?

This party frock was part of my trousseau, from a Paris pattern book

and l've never had the opportunity to wear it!

l'm a country doctor, Emma...

l'm cold.

l thought it was something that l... had done.

Or not done. That perhaps it was up to me... to make it thrilling.

We love each other, Emma.

That's the truth. We can't be startled by that for the rest of our days.

Dear God... l never was startled by it, Charles. Not once.

You're overtired.

l thought l would be wiser, once l became someone's wife.

l thought l'd discover all kinds of... new sensations.

l thought you'd show me, Charles.

Emma?

l have never known such peace.

(Emma) Dear God

why did l marry him?

(Crows cawing)

Great excitement whilst you were out. Two footmen in crimson livery delivered it.

''The Marquis d'Andervilliers requests the pleasure

- ''of the company of Dr and Madame Bovary''! - Dinner and a ball!

- And supper and breakfast. - Oh, Charles.

He enclosed a charming note thanking me for curing his dental abscess

and offering accommodation for the night.

l thought you could wear that pretty pink dress.

Pink dress? The tarlatan? Do you want me to be humiliated in front of everyone?

Do you want me to look... provincial?

Oh!

(Woman) My dear...

My dear Madame Bovary, is it not?

Pray, do a poor old Marquise the kindness

of sitting with her for a little while.

l have never seen such an exquisite cat.

She was a gift from an admirer,

presented with a diamond bracelet round her neck.

- What is she called? - Berthe. lt's an old family name.

- Do you play cards? - l'm afraid l don't.

Why not trot along and join the other gentlemen?

They make great claims for bridge as a spectator sport.

He bores you.

- Oh, no. - He is your husband,

a degree of tedium is entirely proper.

- Do you have a bosom friend? - A best friend?

Somebody to confide in, label her as you will.

l have a little dog - an ltalian greyhound.

How delightful. And such a great respecter of secrets.

- l have no secrets, Madame. -Yet.

(Chuckles)

There's no one else in the world like you, is there?

Why do you say that?

Because you're not yet 20.

Now, show me your dance card.

Oh! Blank, blank, blank.

Oh, this will never do.

- Do you waltz? - l'm afraid l don't.

How utterly delicious. Gentlemen do so enjoy the opportunity to initiate one.

- The Viscount. - The Viscount?

Does not his waistcoat look as if it has been painted on his chest?

Viscount.

Madame Bovary has nobody to take her into supper.

And she does not waltz.

Would Madame do me the honour of placing her trust in me?

(All applaud)

l hope Natalie's got something plain for supper. l thought that food was awful.

- Have you got a headache? - Why should l?

- Well, you had champagne. - l suffer no ill-effects from it.

Oh!

Blow!

l said the wretched pony was the wrong size for the shaft!

lt is not a pony, it is a horse.

- We've had this conversation before. -And you never do anything about it.

What if someone from last night sees us here?

(Charles) They might offer to help.

lmagine the humiliation, Charles. Anyone might come by.

The Viscount might come by.

(Emma) lt happened to me l was there

l danced in these shoes

l was applauded and admired

(# Barrel organ playing maudlin tune)

# La la la

# La-doh

# La la la... #

l was there once

Why don't you tell me some titbits from your Paris magazine?

Because you aren't interested.

l'm always interested in tales from high society.

How the Duchess of so-and-so has had her wigs remade,

how Prince thingamajig has provoked another suicide.

Why have you stopped playing the piano?

Because there's no one to listen to me.

l could have given recitals, people would have come from far and wide.

- l listen. - Don't you see, Charles? There's nothing left!

Nothing's ever going to happen to me - ever!

(Knock at door)

l'm buried alive, and l can't see any light anywhere.

- Hello, little dove. - (Crossly) Hello, Father.

Er, l brought you a turkey.

Would it have killed you to wring its neck?

Oh!

(Sobbing)

We... we walked all the way.

lt sweetens the meat.

(Door slams)

What in the name of goodness is she doing wearing grey cotton stockings?

She says that, as we aren't rich, she has to economise. l thought you'd be pleased.

Pleased?

To see my son's wife losing all personal pride?

To see her so altered in character?

l had a letter from a connection of mine in this village

whose name l am not at liberty to disclose

who said that Emma was recently witnessed

giving all the silver in her purse to a beggar.

She's never been in the least kind-hearted.

lt will not do for her to be seen to be so disordered in her conduct.

- Charles, you must take action. - l have. Whose hat and stick is that?

Medical professor's from Rouen.

No change from 100 francs, and his gloves smell of Zanzibar cheroots.

l love her. l'd do anything.

Have you been able to make a diagnosis?

lt's nothing but nerves, nerves, nerves. She needs a change of air.

Yes.

Yonville. lt's miles off.

The pasture there is disastrous.

They make the most appalling cheese.

(Gasps)

lt is as l hoped.

(Emma) l did not choose this

Ten leaves of gelatine this mousse has taken,

and all l've been told is that it's her and him for dinner. This evening only.

Accompanied by one lapdog.

Bless thee, you're late.

lt's a mercy l thought to keep those giblets.

l had to shut up the church rooms after Confirmation class.

lt's just an endless supply of young girls to those priests.

lf l were prime minister l'd have all men in holy orders bled once a month

- by law in the interests of public safety. - Nobody's paying you any attention.

Paul!

Have you scoured the copper coffeepot?

- The copper one? - God give me strength!

- (Horn fanfare) - (Man) lt's here.

- (Carriage draws up) - They've arrived!

Paul, Lestiboudois, all of you, get to the door!

Not you, Binet!

Leon!

Don't make too much fuss, they might think nothing ever happens here.

(Sighs)

(Woman) l've been waiting three weeks now...

(Man) Look lively, lad! (2nd man) Me too!

Madame Bovary? l am Homais, the pharmacist.

Dr Bovary and l have been in correspondence.

He's still in the coach. Asleep!

Madame, Lestiboudois...

What's happened to the lapdog?

lt escaped.

Looks like you've wasted your giblets.

Are you the doctor's wife?

Yes.

Who are you?

- Mousse, Doctor? - Thank you.

l came from Rouen to start my training as a lawyer.

- l'm a clerk at the town hall. - The difficulty is, Dr Bovary,

that prevailing winds make this a healthful district for much of the year.

There are 14 octogenarians between here and La Boissiere alone.

Ah, right.

l lodge with him and his family above the pharmacy.

l just take my meals here.

- Mousse, Monsieur Homais? - How could l refuse?

You said there is a preponderance of scrofula?

lt will turn your stomach to gaze upon the peasantry,

though they seem dismally determined to repudiate all scientific aid.

- (Leon) We do have some beautiful sunsets. - Do you?

The best place to see them is at the top of Pasture Hill.

On a Sunday l go there alone to watch and listen for the nightingale.

- ls there a nightingale? - Yes.

Am l to anticipate much ague?

Of course we get some interesting fevers after harvest.

Have you ever watched the sun set into the sea?

- Mm. Have you? - Once.

When l was a very little girl.

lt was the first thing l ever saw that l knew to be infinite

and l was overwhelmed.

lt's like the composer who used to have his piano placed with a mountain view.

- Mendelssohn! - Yes, Mendelssohn.

- Have you been to the mountains? - My cousin went to Switzerland.

He touched a glacier.

Brought me back a pebble.

Just as it was when the hand of God threw it out of heaven.

(Chuckles)

(Sighs)

# Sah' ein Knab' ein Roslein stehn

# Roslein auf der Heiden

# War so jung und morgenschon

# Lief er schnell, es nah zu sehn

# Sah's mit vielen Freuden #

- (Hits wrong note) - Oh!

Milk time, sweetheart.

Oh, it's so nice to hear you play again. The change of air has done its work.

- (Charles chuckles) - Oh... (Laughs)

- Am l still your only patient? - The rest will come.

Oh. Please.

# Roslein, Roslein, Roslein rot #

(Emma) l can't be getting fat already, l can't!

You aren't doing it properly, Charles! We shall have to get a maid.

l'm not at all sure you should still be tight lacing.

Homais is a very forward-thinking man and his wife has rejected all corsetry.

- (Emma gasps) - l'm sorry. lt won't go any tighter.

l don't anyone to know that l'm expecting!

You are pleased, aren't you?

About your condition?

l'm amazed by it.

l want to keep being amazed by it.

l never had such a secret.

- (Emma) Leon! - Madame Bovary.

My husband's been called to a case, l wanted to listen for the nightingale.

- Would he not allow you? - Charles thinks the dusk air is bad for me.

- Why? - Because he doesn't want me to die.

Why should you die?

Because we're all mortal.

- (Sighs) - Perhaps in his innermost heart

your husband wants to live by the laws of love, not nature.

l don't think Charles has an innermost heart

just a plaster model of one he keeps on his desk.

At medical school they told him the heart was just a muscle

and he believed them.

l wish you'd come and dine at the inn again.

l've never had such a conversation as l had with you that night.

You've a great facility with words.

You know... l can talk to you.

(Nightingale sings)

l can talk to you.

Have you been buying novels?

Leon lends them to me.

And volumes of poetry.

Absolutely no more tight lacing, do you hear me?

(Gasps)

- He's kicking! Oh! - Eh?

- Can you feel him kicking? - Do you think it's a boy?

(Laughs) l hadn't thought. l didn't think, and then l just said ''he''.

Oh...

l've seen life and death from every angle

and l've always stood looking from the outside in.

l'm part of it now.

l've put life inside you.

Emma...

l spent 15 months married to a dried-up old widow.

l never knew there could be so much joy on this earth.

Charles...

l'm sorry.

You are fatigued.

l'm always fatigued.

lt's your condition.

Forgive me.

You asked to see me.

l perhaps presume too much of our friendship.

l imagined you kept nothing from me.

Do you think it's easy to... discuss such matters?

You look... radiant.

- l feel most unlike myself. - (Door opens)

- The draper's at the door. - ''The draper's at the door, Madame!''

(Emma sighs)

lf l might suggest - two dozen of the long under robes

with one dozen frocks to go on top.

Charles, have you seen this cradle? ltalian walnut.

And it's made to look like a little boat. See?

Emma, my dear... Would you step into the hall?

What?

(Sighs)

- We haven't any money. - Oh, we always manage.

l've been dipping into your dowry to keep us afloat.

We've had a lot of expense - we've even taken on an indoor maid.

lt's all gone.

Thank you, Monsieur Lheureux, but l'm afraid you'll have to leave.

Maternal tenderness ought not to be thwarted

and exquisite taste should never be denied.

l'm sure we can come to some arrangement.

(Emma) l did not choose this

This is not the life l meant to have

(Screams) l can't endure it! l can't endure it!

(Maid) Just keep saying, ''This too will pass''.

l endured the pains of Satan when l had Charles, Madame Homais.

l was commended for my dignity.

- This too will pass. - When?! When?! When?!

- l think we're coming to the sharp end. - (Emma moaning)

We need more hot bricks and sugar and water.

- (Maid) Give it 'ere. - Get out.

- Here, drink this. - Get out.

Get out, all of you.

Now!

Good girl.

- Good girl. - (Sobs) lt's killing me...

(Screaming)

(Screaming)

Emma?

We have a little girl.

(Homais) What about Madeleine? lt's the height of fashion now.

(Mother) The name of a strumpet. (Homais) lt's Biblical!

(Emma) l'm going to call her Berthe. (Mother) Berthe?

(Emma) l heard it once when we went to a ball...

held by the Marquis d'Andervilliers.

lt had such an aristocratic ring.

(Thunder)

- Madame Bovary! - Leon!

l thought she was with the wet nurse.

Oh, l'm taking her away. The woman keeps asking for more money.

She's so uncultured. The baby's clothes haven't been starched once.

Was it you who left the marigolds?

How did you know?

You didn't leave a note with them.

No one else in Yonville had any need to conceal their concern for me.

ls your husband jealous?

No.

Ought he to be?

Madame Bovary! You must go home.

You must go straight back indoors.

And take a mustard plaster.

When you were confined l spent every evening with your husband in the Golden Lion.

lt was a way of being close to you.

l could hear news of you and...

- He's a part of you. - He is not.

Don't you care for him?

He's very, very... kind.

There are things l must say.

Emma...

Must you? We haven't been in the habit of saying things aloud.

We haven't been in the habit of saying what we truly feel.

When have l told you how my heart quickens when l see you at your window?

Emma!

Emma! Emma, please...

- Emma. - Why does God play such cruel games?

Does it please Him to be making hay with our hearts?

Letting us glimpse heaven when He knows the door is closed!

- l'm sorry. - Do you think l mean just you?

(Baby crying)

Somebody's compromising herself.

Madame? You look ever so pinched about the gills.

Why don't you tell the doctor?

Because the doctor cannot help me.

There was this girl in Dieppe, her father was a fisherman.

She used to go off on her own and walk along the beach,

white as a sheet, her hair all anyhow.

Sometimes they'd find her face down in the shingle crying her eyes out.

She had some sort of fog in the head, they said.

Tried having her exorcised and everything.

Never did no good at all.

She's all right now though.

What did she do?

- What was the cure? - She got married.

(Laughs)

l'm miserable, Bovary.

- Oh, that's a shame. - You want for nothing.

Especially in matters conjugal.

- Such a fine wife. - l think we're all a little jealous.

Do you know why l'm jealous of him?

Because he isn't bored. Because he hasn't got the guts to be bored.

Because he'll be happy and contented all his life,

stuck here in this Godforsaken backwater.

Perhaps a change of employment might exercise your mind?

My mind's exercised enough. lt's worn out with exercising!

lt's like a mouse on a wheel, like a piston in an engine, it never stops!

And what does it turn upon then?

Where is it fixed? What is its focus?

Masquerades.

-And the laughter of girls. - Girls in the plural sense?

l want to lead the life of an artist. l want to be free to explore my soul.

l can see no harm in that.

(Sighs)

You'll have to have guitar lessons. And buy a beret.

(Laughter)

l'm rotting away here, like the foetuses in your shop, Homais.

(Leon) All life denied

l can see myself in your eyes.

l can see myself in yours.

(Door opens)

Great excitement at the Golden Lion.

Leon's going to live in Paris. (Chuckles)

lt will be for the best. You can sit all your exams and make your mother proud.

ls the doctor home?

Out. On a call.

The barometer warns of rain.

l have my overcoat.

- Emma, l can't go. - You must.

You make me feel naked.

This is the closest we'll ever get.

After this there is only the gulf.

Oh, we've been so virtuous.

Has that made you content?

l've known no peace because of it.

But l have done no wrong.

l am pouring myself into you, Emma.

And that must be enough.

(Door opens and closes)

With regard to the Algerian scarves, Madame, it might be worth mentioning

that when Monsieur Leon wrote to me from Paris two months ago

he remarked that in town, oh, they are the height of modishness.

The yellow.

lf you would be so kind as to open an account for me.

(Emma) l can barely feel it now

l can't keep the love alive

lt must be over

Refreshments are going to be served in a marquee by the church

after the thanksgiving - this isn't just harvest home, Madame Lefrancois,

it is a gathering of civic dignitaries.

Tippling in a tent? Like a bunch of circus clowns?

We discussed this!

Trot off and practise your party piece.

Sir, l'm Rodolphe Boulanger de la Huchette. l'm looking for a doctor.

- l'm a pharmacist. - Er, no.

l've a man in the tilbury in a fit. He needs bleeding.

When the seizures come on, does he suffer any warning signs?

He's complained of pins and needles and a stench in the air sometimes.

Well caught.

(Emma) Undo his cravat.

l'm not convinced l want to be an apothecary.

Monsieur Homais only lets me sweep up in the shop.

That's enough. Put the bowl on the table, Emma.

(Man) Honoured guests...

ladies and gentlemen,

it is perhaps with too much ease, and ignorance,

that we speak of ''the fat of the land'',

''the salt of the earth'', the lilies of the field''.

Agricultural fecundity is not heaven-sent.

lt is the direct consequence of human toil...

and the correct deployment of fertiliser.

You have my admiration.

l am sure l do not deserve such a thing.

Most women cannot bear the sight of blood.

Science has now proved beyond all doubt

that manure from cattle reared in this administrative district

is superior to that of all...

l was about to fight a duel once

and Virginie dropped down in a swoon as soon as she saw the pistol was loaded.

- (Speaker)... Therefore... - Who is Virginie?

My mistress.

She's an actress. And l adore her.

...Storage and utilisation of all ordure.

Although she is getting rather fat.

...Bovine... - She lies on a day bed every day,

eating langoustine and licking her fingers.

...Porcine or ovine.

- lndeed, the eliminations of... - (Emma) Did you win?

...Have been found to be... - The duel.

...to cultivated soil. - Of course.

- But then, l always do. ...Despite the...

l shouldn't agree to take part in them really.

lt's so unfair on my opponents.

Do you know the saddest thing about these fireworks?

- They're only once a year. -All the town's firemen

are lined up over there with their wagons filled with water

just in case a spark should escape and cause a little fire.

And some excitement.

You don't belong here.

l'm aware of that.

l'll tell you what that wife of yours wants - hard labour.

l've heard of hospitals for invalids of her ilk.

They set them to tilling the fields.

And l'm going to the circulating library to cancel her subscription.

Then if they lend her one more novel

they're committing fraud and we can go to the police.

l can't stop thinking about you.

Does your husband have a cure for it?

- Don't make fun of me. - l'd rather cut out my tongue.

- What are we to do? - Why must we do anything?

Because the angels demand it.

lt's not possible for us to be together. Ever.

Can you imagine the agony if we don't at least attempt it?

lf we crush this utterly and never let it see the light?

l can imagine all too well, as it happens.

We will become lovers. lt is inevitable.

lt might take six months or ten years, but it will happen, Madame Bovary.

Don't call me that. lt's not my name.

- Emma. - (Sighs)

Do you ride?

(Laughs)

ln the convent, the nuns would not permit it

and now Charles needs our only horse to go to work.

Will you grant me the privilege of showing me your bedroom?

l would not enter,

only stand on the threshold and cast my eyes upon where you sleep

and gaze on the hanging rows of your clothes

as a substitute

for your nakedness.

(Door opens)

Hello, Boulanger! Did that chap of yours make a full recovery?

Thank you. l came to pay.

And to ask whether l might loan you a gelding of mine.

l'd heard Madame Bovary's health was poor, and l thought the exercise...

may be of benefit to her.

Well, would you like that, sweetheart?

(Emma) Are you sure it won't look odd?

(Charles) l think it looks divine. lt was kind of Lheureux to give us credit.

No, not the costume, l mean me riding out with him.

l mean... what will people say?

Why would anyone say anything? You're a married woman, Emma.

We're away from the path.

Are you afraid of forests? Don't you want to go deeper?

Why a blue veil?

You bad man, it's supposed to illuminate the skin.

lt's as if you're looking at me from the bottom of the sea.

Come up, mermaid.

Come and taste the air.

l'll show you how to breathe.

- l can hear the horses... - l've already tied them. Love me.

l believe l do.

l mean, love me!

Rodolphe, you're frightening me.

l'm not frightening you at all.

l could terrify you, Emma, if l wanted to.

What if l wanted you to?

Oh...

l'm afraid l've made you bleed a little.

l'm glad. lt makes it like a second first time.

(Laughing)

Have l done something to amuse you?

l have a lover.

l have a lover.

(Sighs)

A lover...

- Well, well. - Well, well, what?

Evening, Monsieur Homais.

Will you write to me?

l'll write to you.

(Berthe) Ma-ma.

lt's done you good.

(Emma) l feel no remorse, suffer no guilt, fear nothing

You have poured yourself into my heart

and love comes streaming out

The heavens have been torn open,

passion has been spilt

everywhere

Are you going out? lt's early.

l have to ride halfway to Rouen.

Big emetic needed.

(Rodolphe) l want to make your blood sing in your veins like a river of milk