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We traveled. We laughed.

We fought.

We held hands through sad movies, drove too fast, walked too slow.

We picked up paint swatches and debated life insurance policies.

We did all the things that married couples do.

And then one day, a door opened and...

That's my mother, Pam.

Mom.

Margaret! Who knew you could keep a secret, huh?

Congratulations.

Oh, my.

Look at you. Look at you. I'm surprised I always miss you. I'm surprised.

I'm surprised.

Did anyone invite you?

Hi, Harry.

Oh, this is great. Did they throw confetti?

Evidence.

I didn't miss the confetti, but I have a good excuse.

You'll never guess what I did.

Rob a makeup counter?

Do I know you?

How soon they forget.

It was.

Come here. Take a hint.

Hi.

Hi. I'll talk to you in one minute.

Why are you showing me these?

Look close.

Who is it? I took the wall photograph.

Of you?

Uh -huh.

Oh, my God. You look so different.

Feather bone.

High heels? Yeah, isn't it a kick? Oh, and it gets better.

I bought you a gift certificate for your anniversary.

You're going to do it, too. Oh, no. Oh, yeah. No, no, no.

I don't like people even seeing my feet.

Oh, Dale will love it. He'll probably get an enlargement for over the

Yeah, that's what we need to spice the place up.

Hello. It might spice up something else if you get my two -minute meeting.

Well, I appreciate the sentiment, but even if you paid me, I would never do

this. Oh, come on, don't knock it till you try it. Joanna?

You could surprise yourself, Joanna.

Congratulations.

I'm Catherine. I joined your husband's law firm about three months ago. Oh, hi.

Well, I hope he's let you go home at least once.

We've worked some late nights together.

But he's a wonderful man, in order to tell you that.

Congratulations, sweetheart.

Thanks, Mom. This is great.

So, um, where were you before?

Gull and Lehman.

Dale did his homework.

Stole me away.

I got an assignment for you.

That sounds suspicious.

It's a good assignment.

What? Just dangling the carrot. You'll come by the office tomorrow.

Who's the redhead?

Oh, um...

Lawyer. The room is full of them. They make me sweat.

I didn't know you had so many friends.

Most of them are Dales.

What did I have to do to get a drink around here?

Follow me.

You know

what

they say about marriage? It's your last best chance to grow up.

I had to say something.

Remember what you said at our wedding?

During the toast?

You said that you weren't afraid of growing old.

That you were afraid of growing old without me.

Remember?

Did I say that?

Yes.

You still feel the same?

Then I told that joke about the dog, right?

The joke you remember.

Yeah, of course.

Okay, so you got me here.

So cut to the chase, Harry.

Okay. She's agreed to do the article. She just has to approve the writer.

The woman in the center, Madame Simone, at the last coming -out party she gave

in Paris.

Madame Simone.

As in real Madame?

Yes, sort of. She's hard to define.

Try.

handpicks these girls from chorus lines, runway shows.

She selects their clothing, their lingerie, their makeup. She hires tutors

teach them art, history, wine, you name it.

When all that's done, Madame Simone takes her little black book and she

her girl to aristocrats, millionaires, prime ministers from all over the world.

You've got to be kidding.

She's a legend in Europe.

She's a pimp.

That's a little oversimplified, even for you.

If she makes money off of it, she's a pimp.

Yeah.

She makes money for the introductions.

These girls are not hawkers.

It's more like a high -class dating service.

And many of these girls end up marrying these men and raising families.

So what's the punchline?

I want you to fly to Paris.

Do a feature article on her. A photographer will meet you there.

I do investigative pieces.

Sociological topics.

What do I know about garter belts? Who knows about garter belts? That's why

you're perfect. I want an investigative piece.

Get behind the curtain. Find out who Madame Simone really is.

Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

A few weeks in Paris would be nice.

Well, I appreciate the enthusiasm. No, you don't. It's flying right over your

head.

You should jump up and hug me and say, yes, Harry, thank you, Harry.

It is not a good time for me to leave town right now.

I need to stay home and look at things. Look at things?

Are we talking sunsets?

Are you a husband?

I haven't looked at a sunset in a very long time.

We've known each other forever, you and I. What's going on?

I think he might be thinking of someone else.

Thinking? That's all?

Maybe more. I don't know.

Okay. So I hate him.

But I love him.

I hesitate to say this. No, but you will anyway.

You've been smart about everything in your life, Johanna. Except Dale.

Nevertheless.

Not a good time for me to leave town, so you will have to give Madame Simone to

someone. Hey, I just want to make sure you're okay.

I will be.

Oh, wait.

So how is it, Dale?

What?

Our marriage.

I'm wondering if you're still here.

I'm just tired.

If it's going to be bad, don't make me work so hard for it.

Well, you know how things have been.

We smile, we pass, we move to our own corners.

You'll come home late.

We haven't made love in over two months.

You have a choice between making love and making a sandwich.

You pick the sandwich.

That should tell you something.

I just thought you were hungry.

You can't deny it. We've been lost for some time.

What happened? What changed?

Nothing.

You are very much the woman I married.

What is that supposed to mean?

I was looking for calm, stability.

You were it.

And now?

I don't need the same things anymore.

So you've used me up, and now it's time to move on? That's not it.

Well, then what is it, Dale?

You might want to be clear.

This could be important.

We should talk about space.

Space?

I'm just saying... a break.

People who have been married ten years do not take a break.

That is not what they do.

We should try counseling.

I've mentioned it before.

I'm not sure.

I've looked into it. Joanna, I'm not sure we should stay married.

I believe her name was Catherine.

Is that it?

Joanna?

You all right?

I said it to you yesterday.

I didn't really believe it.

What did he say?

Space.

Time.

Another woman.

Great guy.

It felt really, really bad.

It feels worse now.

You just took the bullet. You've got to give it some time.

And you want to know the really terrible thing?

He didn't even have the decency to leave me for a younger woman. She's my age.

You'll land.

I've known you for a long time.

B .D.

Before Dale.

I can't even remember a time before him.

It's like every memory has him in it.

Selective memory will kill you.

Don't do this to yourself.

You know the last thing I said to him?

I told him that he forgot his toothbrush.

I really said that.

Well,

I cannot just stand and stare at the empty spaces in the house.

Even the refrigerator makes me sad.

I gotta get out of town. I gotta change something.

Is Paris still an option?

Paris? Are you sure?

Tell Madame Simone to get ready for her close -up.

I have been asked to wait. Then I take you back to the hotel.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You are Joanna Scott.

I am Madame Simone.

Your subject?

My

apologies.

Where were we?

Just saying hello. Oh, hello.

Come. Honeymoon's a chap, are you?

Why not?

Thank you.

Have you been to Paris before?

Yes, once.

Honeymoon?

Yes.

Divorced?

Why would you ask that?

Oh, to see if you would answer.

I'm married.

Going on ten years.

Really?

Really? Yeah.

This is supposed to be just a general first meeting.

In general, I laugh at dirty jokes if they are funny.

I smoke a cigar when the moment takes me.

And I do not care for the way your left eyebrow lifted when you said hello.

I believe that we should do not bother to defend.

Dump out your purse.

Excuse me?

I might.

Dump it.

Why? You will do.

If I had discovered crumpled dollar bills and old candy wrappers, I would

shown you the door.

This is my girl's birthday.

I thought maybe you should pass too.

Shall we talk about your girls?

We do not need to talk. We can meet.

Ah,

Wendy, Suzette, this is Joanna Scott.

Bonjour. Hello.

Hello.

What do you think?

Quelque chose de meilleur.

It's like something.

Like grace.

It's too formidable.

It's too float.

This isn't just for a date.

I'm getting married.

To one of Madame Simone's clients?

Mm -hmm.

She introduced us. She's also giving me away.

Only if he is true.

If I see anything else, I will shoot him on sight.

You think he is wonderful.

Yes, chérie.

In fact, I do.

Find something else.

So we try again.

Do many of your girls marry clients?

Let us get the verbiage out of the way.

Girls and clients.

That was Wendy.

She's a lovely young woman from Oklahoma.

I met her at a paraculture show.

She has a golden set of puppy and a dumb collection.

Her fiancé is Mr. Rick Stockwell, an industrious, globetrotting

financier.

He also has a set of a stable of horses, collects old coins

and splendid oil paintings.

Well, it all sounds very impressive when you wrap it up in a nice bow.

But it's still just about sex, isn't it?

I do not set up sex.

I set up the dream, which is romance, companionship,

devotion.

Almost anyone can get sex.

Sex is easy.

But you do teach these girls to seduce.

Seduction is about emotion.

It is not a physical act.

So you're telling me that these girls do not sleep with the man on the first

date? Do you sleep with the man on your first date?

I don't see how that's relevant.

They are just like anyone else.

If they like the gentleman, they do as they please.

And if they do not, they leave him at the curb.

So what is the point?

Ah, Americans.

What is the fastest way from point A to point B?

A straight line.

No, chérie.

Come. Why did you agree to this interview now?

Oh, New York called. It was one of those days.

I said yes.

You are not used to topics with sugar on top.

I am not Bill Gates.

Did he dazzle you with his knowledge of computer chips?

You read my book.

You are not the only one to do research.

Why did they choose you to write this?

Why? That is my question, yes.

I suppose it's because I always come back with a solid story.

Somehow, I think you were chosen for another reason.

Meaning what?

Something hangs in your voice like an unfinished thought.

We shall see.

Ah, les voilà.

I like this new dress.

Do you like it? I love it.

Yes, you look beautiful.

It's clothed.

C 'est très bien. C 'est très bien, les enfants.

Come on.

Tomorrow I have a meeting with Mr. François Bouchon. He is the third

in France.

We shall start then.

Is he a client?

If I decide he is.

Merci, madame.

Madame Simone can best be described as an illusionist, an expert, I suspect, at

sleight of hand.

She claims that she broke her dreams in long white gowns.

But I still hold that she brokers sex, plain and simple.

She does, however, have an abrupt honesty, which I can suddenly

She asked why I came to Paris.

I hope to answer that before I leave.

It was a splendid race.

You're half lost by an old.

You keep an eye on the races.

Bien sûr, Monsieur Bouchon.

I keep my eye on everything.

For instance, you.

Your taste runs to married women.

Without children, with long dark hair, and slim waist.

How can you know this?

I am trying to refine my taste.

Really?

I'm going to finally inherit the family chateau. My father demands that I refine

my tastes.

Which means?

Nice girl, no husbands.

I understand.

And preferably with a slim waist.

I will see what I can do.

Sadly,

I must leave.

Horse runs at nine.

I wonder about you.

That is good.

I do not wonder about you.

When you describe me in your article, remember to use a debonair. I like the

sound of it.

Madame.

Even though you will, of course, change my name.

Of course.

Or what?

Was he for real? He conducts himself badly, but I suspect he will improve.

Chateaus tend to do that.

Do you have someone in mind for him?

Oh, I already have a young lady who knows all his horses' names.

Really? Rule one, know your target.

So you manipulate the situation?

Absolutely.

It's my specialty.

And rule two?

It's an American expression, I think. If you've got it, flaunt it.

And you still claim to not be selling sex.

No, no, no. Let us be clear.

In America, women are not allowed to be both sexy and smart.

If a woman shows her body, she's not to be taken seriously in business.

She's cheap. In Europe, if she has a nice body, it is merely another asset to

the deal.

She is taken seriously, and she has a good body.

Everyone is happy.

How do you get to that?

Look around our tablet beaches.

The men gawking around, tripping over sand, are always Americans.

For us, it is nothing.

It is merely an attitude.

Flames do not belong under bushels.

Like you, for example.

Me.

You hide it very well.

But it is there.

Burning.

Appearances are superficial.

True. But also true.

Appearances are how we are first judged.

When you go for dinner, how do you dress?

What does that matter?

Well, do you change from your business attire?

No.

Why? You want a man to see the whole package.

Inside and out.

Of course. You have to.

Entice him to open the package first.

I am sure your husband would agree.

Is something the matter?

No.

Let's return to my question, shall we?

If it makes you more comfortable.

Have you ever been married?

Yes. My husband left me for another woman.

You say that so simply.

When it happens, it is simple.

Terrible and simple.

It was 25 years ago.

It was happening to many of my friends.

So I took a look, a good look.

At the young ladies who were taking our men, I studied them

and decided to pass on to others what I had learned.

And Madame Simone was born.

The men are all speaking.

Are there men in your life?

There are men who pursue me.

Some amuse me, some challenge me, some touch me, but

none of them changes me.

And is that what you're looking for? Isn't that what we are all looking for?

The one who makes us better than we are alone.

When did your husband leave?

I didn't see him.

Recently.

One thing I've learned.

If you have inner confidence,

They will return.

And then you get to decide if they stay or if they go.

And on that note, we should go.

Madame.

Bonsoir. Bonsoir.

Am I on the left?

I must be on the left.

You, sir, are always on the list.

What list?

Each year I have a grand coming out event for my finest ladies.

They fly in from all over the world. It has become quite the invitation.

It is at the end of the month.

I've taken fix to prepare it, and you will write all about it.

Well, I look forward to it.

Tomorrow night, you will come to one of my weekly stories.

And you can pretend to look forward to that, too.

You think I'm insincere?

I think you are speeding along a highway, trying to look at the view.

slow down, get out of the car. I will know.

Hello.

Oh, Joanna.

Hello. Hi.

So, this is how it begins.

Parfois, sometimes it is general gatherings like this, and sometimes it's

personal. There are no rules.

Oh, darling. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Francesco?

This is Joanna Scott.

Francesco will be doing the photographs for the article. He is marvelous.

Enchanté.

Excusez -moi.

My editor showed me some of your earlier work for Cachet and Vanity Fair.

Quite impressive.

Madame Simone, she's my favorite.

She understands the camera.

She's one.

Oh, no, no, no. She's been waiting for you. Very happy. Are you drinking

something? Yes. Get some champagne for Mr. Rick Stockwell. Thank you. Do you

date her women?

Date them?

No.

Unless you're one of them, then I make the exception.

Does that charming line work on a lot of women?

I do not know. You're the first to hear it.

What do you think?

It has potential.

Have you known her for very long?

I have covered her grand party for the last four years.

I am the only photographer she lets.

Is it just about the money for her?

You get right to the point, huh?

I'm a reporter.

It is not about the money for Madame Simone. It is about pleasure.

For whom?

The girls.

Look at them.

Most of these girls could never have hoped to get the education that Madame

Simone has given them.

And then to get the chance to change their fortune.

They are happy.

And join the party?

Yes.

Interesting conversation.

You're not disappointed?

On talk of sex?

Of money changing hands?

No, I assume that happens later.

Well, with these men, they all have accountants who send company checks.

The men are quite attractive in their own way, and the women are exceptional.

They are not so exceptional.

I could teach you to get any man in the room.

What? I could.

I see you are not convinced.

You're right.

Let me show you how it works.

As research.

I don't think Harry expects me to do that kind of research.

Surprise him.

Surprise yourself.

I've had enough surprises lately.

It is never too late to find out who you might have been.

The question is, who will you be?

Joanna, is everything all right?

Listen, I went to a get -together at Madame Simone's tonight.

Did she try and sell you to the highest bidder?

No, but...

She did suggest that I do some in -depth research.

You?

What?

Is that so funny?

Well, yeah.

I mean, I don't mean that in a bad way.

I mean, it's just so unlike you.

That seems to be the general consensus.

So, have you seen him? Joanna, we shouldn't do this.

Go to bed.

What?

He wasn't alone?

No.

I was at that trendy new place in East Village.

Five points?

He took her to five points?

Joanne. I asked him 20 times to take me to five points. He was always too busy.

He was always too busy.

Hello?

Madame Simone.

Oui, oui. Did I wake you?

Oh, no, I never sleep after a party. I plot.

I was wondering.

Yes? What you said earlier about teaching me to get any man in the room.

You want a man?

That I would like to do some first -hand research.

Who will I be?

It's one of those questions that adults ask children.

Like, what do you want to be when you grow up?

Did I ever once reply a serious businesswoman with sensible shoes and a

husband?

Dreams wilt.

That's where Madame Simone comes in.

We shall begin with the first rule of whole.

When you are in one, stop digging.

You must examine your most significant relationship so that others will not

follow the same path.

Why did your husband leave?

Why did he leave?

Ed, I was the same woman he married.

No exceptions, just clichés. I hope you found something suitably hard to throw

at him.

We will prove him wrong by making you the exception. I will say a word.

And you say whatever comes in your head, without thought.

Why, exactly?

To see where it leads, of course.

Man...

Woman. Love.

Marriage.

Time. Clock.

Second.

Bedroom. That is not what you are going to say.

No, I was going to say none.

None.

So, this is where the game takes us, to none.

You dislike sex?

No. It's not that I dislike it. I just... It just doesn't occur to me. Why

that?

I suppose it's because... It didn't happen that often.

Did it never occur to you?

When I was younger.

Where is the girl?

What girl?

The girl who used to...

spiraled through the field barefoot, her hair falling wild.

Leaving homemade valentines for boys on their doorsteps.

She went to an all -female prep school.

Studied journalism.

Worked hard.

Met who she thought was the perfect man.

And forgot to have fun on the way.

I have fun.

That's redefined fun.

That slightly tipsy feeling you get after your third sip of champagne.

When you feel as if you could try anything.

You're not afraid.

That is the feeling I am searching for for you.

Maybe I should just start drinking.

You have been serious and responsible most of your life. Yes.

It comes naturally to me.

I mean, I never worried about competing for boys. I worried about setting the

grade curve.

I understand that.

I even admire it.

But as a career woman, you have been forced to take on certain male traits.

You failed if you showed your sexuality.

You will not be taken seriously.

So, Joanna, it is time to shed this.

Especially after hours.

I really don't think I can.

It's who I am.

You're right. You can't.

I can't.

But Mrs. X can.

You will not be Joanna.

You will be Mrs. X.

And she can do whatever the hell she wants.

She is a clean slate.

I do not have to teach Mrs. X how to walk into Maxine's or how to go to the

Elysee Palace.

She is already cultured, well -spoken, has perfect manners.

She's ahead of the game.

But foreplay, intimacy, how to get what you want from a man.

This I can teach her.

How?

First,

Appearances are important.

They always have been, and they always will be.

And Mrs. Eck is in need of a new angle.

Hervé, could you stand the car up, please?

Oui, madame.

We shall try a little of what Paris is known for, which is illusion,

of course.

Too young.

Too chic.

Too old.

Too bold.

But more of that.

I had always thought of my suit as my armor against the business world.

But now I saw another way. A way to dress it up and still be tough and smart

underneath.

Buying the dresses that the other girls wore didn't make me any less me.

It just gave me more angles to play.

Keep your eyes closed.

Ow!

Ow, that hurts!

Change her.

I usually just wear sheer lipstick.

Lipstick, lipstick.

Remember those three words.

A new lipstick shade can change everything.

We have completed the exterior.

Yes, but it's ridiculous, isn't it? I mean, everyone's going to know I'm just

creep in woke clothing.

Nonsense. Now for the foreplay.

Foreplay? So, eye contact.

Nothing is more important.

Hang on his eyes as if glued to them.

Then add a little head nod.

Keep your eyes focused on him.

Even if you are thinking about the laundry, men think you are thinking

them.

You have his total attention.

You are in control.

And then you drink.

It can guarantee air reaction.

What did he just say?

He offered an invitation on his yacht.

I can't believe that worked.

Make it your business to know something about wine.

When the waiter comes to the table, he opens it and pours it for the gentleman

to take.

You will help your man taste the wine.

Dip your finger.

Run it across his lips.

He's neutralized.

He's yours.

That is quite the showstopper.

It is fine. Four, please.

I just don't think I could pull this off with a straight face.

This is why you're on the TV.

Right.

I keep forgetting.

Today we cover three essentials.

Underwear, kissing, and flesh.

Just like high school.

Pantyhose are eternal.

You hate them.

I hate them. And he hates them.

Stockings and a garter belt.

And a teddy to be worn under curtain blouses.

Even if no one ever sees them, you will know they are there.

You will carry yourself differently.

Actually.

Go here.

Patrice will find you something delicious.

And now.

A kiss.

I have a book for you.

A book on kissing? The book will instruct you on specific passion spots.

In general, any skin covered by clothing is a good place to start.

Would you like to practice?

Practice?

Hervé! Oui?

No.

No, no.

Even if it's active, it's not going to practice killing.

If you are sure.

I'm sure.

Go and wash the car.

But I would rather kiss.

Go and kiss Monique.

Oh, you love doing that.

You love embarrassing me.

It's all part of it. Each time, you are less embarrassed. That is my goal.

I have a meeting with a gentleman, and then some last details for my party.

Look at this tape in my office.

What is it?

Some would call it soft porn, but I call it a learning experience.

Another test.

Watch it.

Take something useful from it and go on with your day.

You make it sound like it's a cooking video.

Oh, no. For cooking, you need to watch at least two.

Hello. How are you?

This is her? This is my girl?

Keep your girl in your hotel.

One moment.

I don't suppose you would like to practice with him?

She didn't hear it Oh my god.

Never, never, never.

Madam, someone gave me... I... I

was watching a... Yeah, I saw that.

May I ask why?

I thought that maybe I might be able to pick up some... What?

You are beautifully honest.

You know, I can give you all the tips you need.

Oh, there goes that charm again.

Charm and truth.

I see that Madame Simona has done up your hair.

Yes.

Among other things.

I approve.

I'll see you at four.

Four. Four?

It is why I came. To confirm a four o 'clock meeting at my loft.

To look at the proof.

Oh, sorry.

I forgot.

Yeah, well, your mind was on something else.

Madame left this for you to watch back at the hotel.

I'm sure it's a cooking video.

Cooking.

We all know how to put our clothes on.

But let's... Go over the proper way to remove them.

Dripping for your man.

What?

Let the music guide you.

Feel it.

Move to it.

What the hell?

Hi.

Oh, hi. I'm so sorry I'm late. I was... I do not want to know.

These are beautiful.

I had no idea you did work like this.

I shoot magazine layouts for money. These I do for soul.

You're wonderful.

I keep telling you that.

Here.

Madame.

You've really captured her here.

I wonder what she was thinking.

When you know that, you have your story.

This is the lead shot.

I thought just the same.

You should let me shoot you.

Oh, I take terrible pictures.

Shoot you like that.

I don't think so.

You answer too quick.

You like my work, no? I don't look like that.

That is the point.

I make a contract.

You post for me, I take you to the best restaurant in all of Paris for dinner.

I believe that's called a date.

I would like to date you.

I'm married.

You're in Paris, it does not count.

Oh, an answer for everything.

You will post for me?

Yes, I will.

Oh, my God, did I just say that?

Bellissima.

Feel free to do whatever you want. Whatever.

Very nice.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes, yes, just like that.

Very nice.

Unbutton your sweater a little bit.

Just a bit.

I love that.

Beautiful.

Thank you.

Two more.

Three.

You owe me.

Happy.

I admit, after we met, I went out and bought your latest book.

Really? And?

The subject was very difficult, but you are quite talented.

I tried to make it personal.

Personal?

Yeah, like a story you tell to someone so that it can be

appreciated.

It is how I approach my photography as well.

I always appreciate my subject.

To my most beautiful subject.

You mentioned the husband.

Yes, you were listening.

When I'm asked.

He's gone.

Gone? Where has he gone?

He... Oh, hell.

He left me for another woman.

I don't believe it.

He has you.

Yes.

He's a fool.

Forget him.

Smile. The first I think without being cooked for a camera.

There is hope, after all.

Where exactly do you think this is?

To a strong friendship, I hope.

I would like that.

Love, it is just friendship on fire.

Oh,

Joanna. Oh, you are flushed. No, I'm not.

Where were you last night?

I rang you.

Shooting.

Shooting?

Pictures.

With Francesco.

I underestimated you.

I will never make that mistake again.

What's this?

Wendy asked to see it.

This is you.

Well, I look at that.

He's very handsome.

You do not know the half of it.

Tell me.

We met in Cannes.

He walked out of the water and stood in front of me.

I thought a god had fallen from the sky.

But then he spoke to me.

And I was sure a god had fallen from the sky.

Was it a long romance?

No.

We fell quickly.

We were married within one year.

For how long? For a little later he left.

Another woman saw him walking from the waters.

He forgot about me.

He kept walking.

He wasn't kind.

Kind, yes, he could be kind.

But mainly, he was young.

I needed Bryson.

I needed him.

That is something I never thought I'd hear you say.

I thought a long time ago.

We learn.

And did he learn?

That's an interesting question.

We had fun.

In 25 years, no one has even come close.

Where is he now?

He... He slipped away.

He... Like a mystery.

I never quite solved.

Most people consider you quite a mystery.

A mystery?

How so? A woman who arranges love, yet stays so far away from it herself.

Well, I doubt if people even think about it I Have

Yes, well you have spent more time than most

You're still looking

For the one

who makes you better than you are alone it is not simple to find

But when you do, it is everything.

Madame, I called.

He left this flat an hour ago.

It takes him ten minutes to get here.

Come in, come. I will see to it.

Madame, please let me in.

Finish, please.

Never. That is normal.

No, madame.

Very normal.

Is there anything I can do?

Yes. Give pearls of wisdom to Wendy.

Okay.

Come in.

I have had nightmares about this.

Standing alone at the altar, alone in my wedding dress, with a smile frozen on

my face.

And he never shows up.

This time I'm awake.

He seemed very sincere when I saw him with you.

Everything I worked toward, all the studies, it was all a waste.

How can you say that?

No matter what happens, you still have you.

That's easy for you to say. You have a husband who loves you.

Things like this don't happen to you. He doesn't love me.

What happened? What did you find out?

He was on his way. He changed his mind.

He had a minor auto accident.

Oh, yes, he's all right.

He was unconscious for a few minutes.

Oh, my God. Let me take you to the hospital.

Take her back to him.

Merci, madame.

If only life were as simple as a bump on the head.

And so she is loved once again.

Madame, les invités.

Oh, yes. Third order, please.

It turned out to be quite a pleasant party.

Two of my young women found suitable men.

Did you talk to Wendy? Of course.

I think it's quite original.

The doctor refusing to release Rick and then being married at the hospital.

Mon Dieu, our lives hang by a thread.

Wendy's happy.

Delirious.

The nurse took lots of pictures.

Will it last?

It has as good a chance as anything else in this life.

The list for the party?

Oh, thank you.

For you.

Me? Oui.

Did you spend this?

I wish I could take credit for it, but I've been so busy with my lady's

I never got one for you.

Elegant and sexy, just like you.

Francesco. You have impressed him.

And he has impressed me.

Does he do this often?

Romance, your young women?

I tried to find him a woman once.

But he was so serious in his refusal, I did not do it again.

Good.

Mrs. X is enjoying herself.

I feel so free.

It was always there, Joanna. You just hid it well.

I never thought a man like that would be interested in me. What kind of man?

Young.

To be happy, you must risk unhappiness.

It is good.

I'm not good.

I have been on a roller coaster ever since Dale left.

What did you expect from this marriage?

I suppose... a level playing field.

And someone who would love me for my talent and my independence.

And someone who would occasionally know that I just needed to be held.

Sometimes we try to change people or situations without even realizing we are

doing it. The irony is changing another person, truly changing who they

are, can never be successful.

That is ironic, coming from you.

When I find my young ladies, in some I see potential that has simply not been

given a chance to rise to the top.

And in others, I know it will never rise.

People cannot be changed just in it.

That is why I see such potential.

You see me as a student?

I see you as my best student ever, Joanna.

Bienvenue, monsieur.

Soyez pourtant avec elle.

Bonsoir. Good evening.

Good evening.

Incantevole. Incantevole.

I feel like Cinderella.

So now you know how my young ladies feel.

Ah, excuse me. Monsieur Cortez.

Madame Simon.

Comment allez -vous?

Très bien, merci.

Très, très bien. Formidable.

May I present to me?

Qu 'est -ce?

El gusto es mio.

Incantable, senor.

Could you be kind to accompany her? With pleasure.

Formidable.

Eric. The dress is perfect.

Thank you.

The dress means nothing without the woman in it.

And what a woman.

Can I have this dance?

Well, we should be working.

Business and pleasure are so much fun to mix, no?

I agree.

Good night, John.

Anything could happen.

What was it that I detected in your voice?

Oh, nothing.

You are up to something.

I am your photographer, you know.

You're supposed to inform me of things.

That would make things rather dull, don't you think?

You will never be dull, darling.

Are you all right?

Things are going wonderfully.

That wasn't my question.

I am fine. I am always fine.

You haven't danced.

I make it a rule never to dance at my own event.

And why is that?

It would take a worthy man.

And all the worthy ones are taken by my young ladies.

I was wondering...

Do you have regrets?

Life is too short for regrets.

And that's your answer?

I have thought about choices I made.

The dreams we have when we are young and reality when we are not.

You still love your ex -husband?

I love the memory of him.

What if he were to walk up behind you right now and tell you that he had

learned, that he was smarter, and oh, so sorry?

I would have serious doubts, believing it was him.

If I could prove it.

Madame Simone, may I introduce Monsieur Warren Duclay?

Who is older, wiser, and so very sorry.

You did this.

I hope you're not angry.

There will always be time to consider anger later.

Right now, there's music.

And I believe it was you who once told me that music above all should never be

wasted.

You know, I remember.

Yes, I remember many things.

May I have this dance?

And now you have your story.

I didn't do it for a story.

I could fall in love with your heart.

Good morning.

Buongiorno.

It was wonderful.

I agree.

So come back to bed.

No.

I have to go.

Go?

My research on Madame Simone is done.

But what about us?

I think we both know the answer to that.

It wouldn't last.

It shouldn't last.

But you have taught me many things.

Many happy things.

I will miss you, Joanna.

A part of me will always be in Paris.

May I come in?

How did you find him?

It wasn't easy.

My editor found him and flew him in.

You took a chance.

Should I be sorry?

For taking a chance?

Never.

So what's he like?

He's different.

Older. Perhaps wiser.

But still brazen?

Yes. He is still brazen.

And divorced?

He married one more time.

He did not last.

He has been alone a long time.

And? Now you are hoping for a happy ending.

Yeah. I'm a sucker for that.

We are having dinner tonight. We will see.

Well, he has come back.

Now you get the delight.

You have been listening.

Yes, I have.

I shall miss you, Joanna.

You represent something that I do not see very often.

A mind...

and a strength.

It is comforting somehow.

And here I tried so hard to learn to be vulnerable, sexy.

Oh, Série.

Venez.

You know by now that the difference lies not in how you dress or even in how you

act, but in how comfortable you are with yourself.

If you believe it, they believe it.

I know that now.

And I will miss you.

Joanna. You didn't even call proclaiming a deadline.

What did you do?

I had my hair done.

And a few other things.

I have a rough outline for you.

Stop saying that.

You look great.

Thank you.

That's better.

I think it will surprise you.

It's already surprised me. The outline, Harry.

Oh, right.

I take it your time at Madame Simone's was pleasant?

She's a wonderfully, wonderfully unique woman.

I don't hear any sarcasm in your voice.

That's because I'm sincere.

Read the outline.

I'll read it.

Oh, I hear Glenda's having a big cocktail party to introduce her new

Tomorrow night.

The book's usual, you know, coming -of -age thing, but the party should be

Want me to pick you up?

No, I'm fine to go alone.

Since when?

I'm fine, Harry.

There's a good chance Dale might be there. He's a good friend of Glenda's,

Don't forget.

I haven't forgotten.

Great, thank you.

Joanna! Hi!

Hello. Tell us about Madame Simone's Paris.

Is it as decadent as it all sounds?

Oh, I'll give you the one -liner.

Life lessons on kissing, stripping, Gardabel, love, and

disappearing grooms. Really?

And if you want to know more, you have to buy the magazine.

I'm late. Oh, I'm late. I'm sorry. I'm late. You're always late, Shirley.

Joanne, you look wonderful.

Thank you.

Did you get a facelift when you were in Paris?

No, but I had a good time.

I'll have to get your itinerary.

And I thought you didn't like people to see your feet.

I'm not looking at her feet.

Get away.

Feet are so sexy.

I can't believe you took me. Neither can I. And I can't believe they're better

than mine.

You were right. I did surprise myself.

Hi, Joanne.

Hi, Dale.

I'll talk to you later.

I didn't know you were back in town.

I got back earlier in the week.

How are you?

I'm fine, actually.

You look great.

Thank you.

I know I said that I would call.

You said lots of things, Dale.

I thought maybe we should talk, have lunch.

Lunch would be good.

Great.

I'll call you.

Yes.

I think that this time you will.

Promise me you'll be smart.

I make no promises, except to have the story in on deadline.

You promise me one of those photographs?

I was starting to think you weren't coming.

Good.

Did you order?

No. I know how you hate that.

Would you care to start with some wine?

Yes, thank you.

Chateau Bonnet, 1989.

Excellent choice.

So how was your month, Dale?

It was all right.

Your stocks didn't do so well.

Tech is up, industrial is down.

You should have bought tech.

Since when do you watch the market?

Let's just say that my interests are expanding.

It's fine.

Very good, sir.

What is going on?

What do you mean?

You seem so different.

What do you see with him?

Let's talk about something real.

Okay. You start.

Before you left... You left.

Right. Before I left, you wanted to try counseling.

I think maybe we should.

Will your girlfriend be joining us?

Tuesday.

With a serious question, Dale?

I'm not seeing her right now.

She works in your office.

I'm not seeing her romantically.

That was short -lived.

Hardly worth throwing away ten years.

I agree.

It's too late.

I did a lot of thinking.

We do have ten years together.

So, I'm willing to try and continue.

Try and continue?

Interesting choice of words.

You don't need space anymore?

What about sandwiches?

Okay, I deserve that.

Yes, you do.

I missed you.

It's that simple.

I missed you.

So what do you say?

Are you willing to try again?

It's been three months, and the letters are still coming in. You hit a real

nerve.

How the heck you been?

I'm great.

Great. A divorce is final.

Now, that's something I never thought I'd hear you say with a smile on your

face.

Ironic, really.

Dale finally said everything I'd ever wanted him to say.

But somehow after Paris, I just saw myself and my life from a completely

different perspective.

Didn't want to make the same mistakes.

I sense something a little different.

Hey, are you going to tell me what really happened in Paris?

No.

No?

I have a flight to catch.

Where are you going? Paris.

Why? Madame Simone's wedding.

You're kidding.

I'm the maid of honor.

What?

Who knows?

I might even write you a sequel.

Sometimes we can live an entire life in just a few weeks.

I know.

I did.

I'm lucky to have seen it and to have embraced it.

After all, this is not a dress rehearsal.

This is it.