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THE GIRL CUT IN TWO

Hi, gorgeous.
It's great to see you.

- Have a good trip?
- Perfect.

I stopped off for lunch at Georges Blanc's.

- You always have good ideas.
- It was on an impulse.

It was divine. I thought of you.

The bastard hasn't lost it.

- You seem in fine form.
- I am.

You'd better be, seeing what's coming.

A heavy schedule again?
Capucine, don't push your luck.

- That's it, complain.
- Allow me. What's in there, a wild boar?

Cut the modesty act.
It's your tome.

Giraudet's on my back for you to do
a book signing at his bookstore Monday.

He's afraid he'll run out,
so I'm playing delivery girl.

Relax. I'll take them down tomorrow.

We'll print 200,000 to 300,000 copies.
You have no reason to complain.

- I won't.
- I'll take that.

- Still have your little place in town?
- Still.

Quite the local lord, aren't you?

- The Marquis de Carabas.
- Marquis de Sade, rather.

- Want a drink?
- No, thanks.

Well, I do.

I never understood
how you could work in this mess.

I can't work anywhere else
than in this mess.

- Still write in longhand?
- Still.

Where's Dona?

Upstairs, in her lair.
She's working like mad.

- Still love her?
- More than that, my dear.

She's a saint.

Not just that, but she's a saint.

But not just.

Capucine.

Capucine, what a pleasure to see you.

Let me look at you.
Younger than ever.

Not too much, I hope.
I mustn't look ridiculous.

Old age is when you start saying,
"I've never felt so young."

Give us a break with your quotations.

That's Jules Renard, smarty-pants.

You know so much.

- Not your tongue!
- You didn't used to say that.

Stop it, you two.
You're getting me hot.

How can you make him work Sunday?

Yes, how?
And for a cable channel, to boot.

That's it.

Henri says local cable channels
are where it's at, in terms of image.

In terms of image.
Listen to yourself talk.

- And in terms of nuisance?
- Don't throw a fit.

You've known Bernard since school,
and young Volte, the interviewer, is good.

- Ever watch him?
- Never. I'm unforgivable.

You know he hates TV.

You avoid the Paris media circus,
as you call it.

You hole up in the country
but want your books to sell.

So cooperate a little.

Nice and easy.

I'm thirsty.

...and the good news is,
these temperatures will last all week.

It's our own Indian summer.
See you tomorrow.

Thank you, Gabrielle.
You're the sunshine of this station.

Don't forget tonight,
after the news with Benoit Charpentier,

Antoine Volte will interview, live,
writer Charles Saint-Denis,

who will honor us
with a presentation of his new book.

So, Miss Gabrielle,
don't we listen to our cell?

- Sure. Four times a day, at mealtimes.
- Four?

There's my four o'clock snack.

- They're waiting.
- Coming.

Saved by the bell.

- Tomorrow at one. Café de l'Horloge.
- I'll call you in the morning.

- You tease.
- You father of three.

What magical hands, child.

- What's your name?
- Sandrine.

Sandrine.

Shit. Excuse me.
I thought no one was here.

No, please. Do come in.

Sit down. I'm almost done.

No, I won't disturb you.
I can take off my makeup later.

No, please, stay.
You're not disturbing me.

So, how's it going, old man?

This fairy treats me like a king.

Keep it up, child.

We've known each other since school.
Remember Father Goriot?

No, Gregoriot.

Remember? Do I ever.
He made sure I'd never forget him.

Always a hand down my pants.
It didn't cause an uproar then.

How old were you?

Primary school... 22, 23.

We were little darlings.

It's disgusting.

I spoke to Antoine.
He loves your book.

Good. How about you?

We can discuss it later.

He hasn't read it.

Enough about the book.
Let's talk about you.

Do you enjoy that?

What?

Being talked about?

Just a little. Not too much.

You really don't miss
the lights of Paris?

Lyon isn't exactly dark.

Do you still write
for the "Nouvel Observateur"?

They're kind enough to ask
for my opinion on selected topics.

I suppose you don't do it for the money.
Charles Saint-Denis, what motivates you?

The contact with reality.

It's a real problem for writers.
I lead a nun-like existence.

What topics interest you
at the moment?

I wonder if French society isn't drifting
toward Puritanism or decadence.

- Quite a subject.
- Especially for a nun.

One last thing, if I may...

And the Goncourt Prize?

He already won it.

That's right, you already won it.
Congratulations.

What year was that?

In '69. A magical year.

If there ever was one.

And the French Academy -
are you tempted?

As you know, I love quotes,
so here's one.

You know Piron, the 18th-century
playwright who wrote "La Métromanie"?

Of course... Piron.

Well, this fine Piron
wrote his own epitaph.

"Here lies Piron, who never made it,
not even to the Academy."

Thank you.

I'm delighted to see you again.

Mr. Mayor, how are you?

- Not afraid of compromising yourself?
- Why?

That moron Fontaine
claims Jacques really slipped up.

Oh, shit. What are you going to do?

As usual, busy him with something else.
Don't you worry.

Lydia. What's she doing here?

She and Bonnerbier hit it off.

It goes to show...

It's not that I'm bored,
but I have to run.

Goodbye.

- Excuse me, Sir...
- Oh, that's right.

Fun's over, kids.
I'm due at the veterans' banquet.

No joking matter.

- Sir, I wanted to...
- Excuse me. Charles...

Could you talk to Galland?
He'll do a fine piece on your book.

- That kid's divine.
- Who is?

The girl you were staring at.

Hold this for me. It's hot.

Who is she?

Gabrielle Snow. A predestined name.
She's our weather girl.

But I'll bet she's on her way up.

- Having a good time?
- How about you?

Capucine and I had a good laugh.
But I have to go. My train's at 9am.

Leaving me again?

All the better to come back to you.

- One more round.
- I can go home on my own.

- No, wait for me.
- At the cloakroom.

- The verdict's unanimous, my dear.
- For or against me?

Dummy.

Where's Dona?

Waiting at the door.
Coming home with us?

Bernard wants to have dinner.
He'll take me home.

Insatiable.

- I'm free, that's all.
- Is it all?

See you tomorrow, then.

- Don't pull a face.
- You promised never to do it again.

You know I can't keep a promise.
Ask my dear mother.

One day, your dear mother
will fire me.

Then I'll sneak you in again
through the back door. They asleep?

Josephine's gone up,
but Eleonore's with your mother.

Oh, Lord.

Paul, where have you been?

Do you really care, Mother?

- I was so worried.
- I went by the stables.

- At this time of night?
- Yes, this time of night.

- Pour me a Scotch?
- Mother...

Not him again.

- Play with us?
- Lay off me. Thank you.

"Charles Saint-Denis, our local
claim to fame, will sign his new book..."

Fuck the claim to fame.

What?

What do you see in that bastard?

Don't start that again.

I hate him. I hate the guy.

It's me.

- Home already?
- Yes.

It was a bore. I'm exhausted.

- Hungry?
- I had a bite at the bash.

Let's hear it.
What's Saint-Denis like?

Not bad for his age.

Hey, you.

Just kidding, Mom.

He's a good writer
with a real narrative sense.

Okay, his style's a bit conventional,
but he's definitely talented.

Good reader's report.

I know a thing or two.
He's a high liver...

Meaning he loves women?

He loves his wife.
One of his best books is dedicated to her.

- Why are we talking about him?
- I saw the show. Volte's so stupid.

Don't be an old fuddy-duddy.
I'm going to bed.

- Coming tomorrow?
- What time did you say?

He's expected at four.
Come a bit earlier.

Okay. Good night, Mom.

He'll be here any minute.

- He's always on time.
- As a rule.

- Speak of the devil.
- How are you?

Just fine. You, too, from what I see.

I was just thanking Capucine.
I know you dislike such rituals.

I have to come out my hole sometimes.
Or I'd never leave Mont Valin.

I'm so happy there.

Still an epicurean?

That's his biggest stroke of genius.
The gourmet reputation.

Wherever he goes,
everyone bends over backwards

and brings out
that extra-special bottle of wine.

If they only knew
you can't even make an omelet.

I won't even answer such nonsense.

- I still enjoy the fleshly pleasures.
- That's reassuring.

Hello.

Hello. I didn't think
I'd see you again so soon.

- You expected to see me again?
- I hoped I would, yes.

My mother works here.

A lucky coincidence.

So, you were brought up on books?

Yes. That's why I make it
a point of honor never to open one.

You're funny.

"A bon mot is worth a bad book."

Jules Renard. Don't tell me
you also have that disease.

Afraid so. My father gave me
a dictionary of quotations when I was ten.

It was one of his few presents.

Well, young lady,
I've driven all my friends up the wall

with quotations,
spoonerisms and anagrams.

And you'd kill your mother
for a witty remark?

Don't tell a soul,
but I killed my mother.

- It's time, Charles.
- What?

I said, it's time to start.
It's four o'clock.

Capucine Jamet,
my publisher and friend...

- Gabrielle Snow.
- Yes, sorry. Gabrielle Snow.

Gabrielle. What a pretty name.

If you don't mind, Charles...

- Do you like auctions?
- Never been.

Perfect. There's one this Saturday at 2pm
at the Presqu'ile Auction House.

We can meet there.

I'M COUNTING ON IT

And if I don't open your book?

Come anyway. You staying?

A bit, yes.

I look old here, don't I?

Don't ask yourself that.
And most of all, don't ask others.

But I don't look as old as that.

Look, it's the Gaudens boy.
Poor guy.

Poor guy?
Don't make me laugh.

Good day, ladies and gents.

My humble respects, young lady.

Don't tell me. Doesn't your face
grace our TV screens every day?

Thank you, Sir.

Excuse me, where can I find the book
by a certain Mr. Saint-Denis?

On the table near the author.

Near the author. Near the author.

No, please, it's your turn.
I can wait mine.

Say, Paul, how are things?
You feeling well?

Just fine, but I find your tone
rather paternalistic.

I meant your fall from the horse.

I read about it.
I worry about your health.

- How touching. You talk like a book.
- It's to entertain my readers.

So what brings you here?

I couldn't miss the chance
to see a living genius again.

Not young, certainly, but living.

For your mother?

I have to run.
Tell Mr. Saint-Denis I'm sorry.

- I doubt it matters much to him.
- Tell him anyway.

Paul Gaudens.
Delighted to meet you.

Very funny, your little act.

Did you like it?

- Why the dislike? You jealous?
- Jealous?

No, but unlike him, I'm honest.

He's a poseur, a fraud.

Okay, but attractive, rich and famous.

Rich? No, I'm rich.
Much richer than him.

I'm a Gaudens. Gaudens Labs.
Don't tell me you've never heard of them.

Say no more, poor man.

Now you'll think I could
only love you for your money.

I have to go to work.

- I'll give you a lift.
- I have my horse. Thanks, anyway.

How can I see you again?

Your helmet!

- Your book.
- Don't bother me with that crap.

Come in.

- Hey, gorgeous.
- Mr. Director.

- How's my heavenly goddess?
- Fine.

Excuse me.

Yes?

Jean-Phi.

No, no, tell me...
How much did you say?

5,000 Euros?

No, that's fine.

You can sell it in six months.

Don't mention it.

Take care, kiddo.

You wanted to see me?

I was wondering if you're happy
doing the weather.

Why? Something else for me?

Could be.

You're young,
and I have to talk to Bernard.

- Give me some time?
- All the time you want.

- Yes.
- Can I see you a minute? Urgent.

Okay. Excuse me.

Grégoire fought with Emilie.

We had to shift everything to read
the teleprompters. It's getting personal.

Those two are starting
to get on our tits.

Somebody's balls
are going to end up in ajar.

Okay, go speak to Grégoire.

- I'd speak to Emilie.
- Thanks, but I make the decisions.

Try to calm things down.

I'll be down in a minute.

- I don't know what to say.
- Scare 'em.

- Problems...
- I'll leave you to them. I have to go.

Okay, my pet.
We'll talk again very soon.

Anyway, I've had a very interesting day.

Is it nice in Rome?
No kidding? Rotten luck...

Here? Beautiful. Serves you right.

No, I don't believe it.

What a clown.

I'll tell Capucine. She'll have a good laugh.
She's next door.

I mustn't leave her alone too long.
She goes back tonight.

She likes driving at night.
Yep, my two women are deserting me.

I love you, too.
Take care.

Want a drink?

- Looking for something?
- The remote.

What for?

To watch TV.

That's new.

Men can be fickle, too.
Goddamn it!

Under the coffee table, smarty.

...the weather with Gabrielle,

followed by the evening news
with Benoit Charpentier.

Gabrielle, what's in store tomorrow?

It's still warm for the season,
between 21 and 24 C for the region...

A lovely young woman.

Very young woman.

See you tomorrow.

You're smart to leave tonight.

- I was waiting for you.
- So I see.

I followed you. To know all about you.

Aren't you a little loony?

- Can I take you to dinner?
- Where?

Wherever. Whatever you like.

Too easy. You choose,
and we'll see if I like it.

Okay, you're on.

Just give me a minute.

Hello, Mom? It's me. I'm eating out.
I won't be in too late, so don't worry.

Take care. See you later.

- I drive fast.
- That doesn't scare me.

This is our Nuits St. George 1961.

You can serve her.

Thank you.

Nectar of the gods.

- To us.
- To you, Sir.

- First names.
- Okay.

- What do you do for a living?
- Want to know everything?

Just what you do for a living.

I live.

That's no answer.

I'm in business.

Good. What kind of business?

My father's business.

He's dead.

When did he die?

Almost ten years ago.

What was his business?

Gaudens Laboratories. Ring a bell?

That Gaudens? Yes, it does.

And you manage them?

Not quite. Thank you.

- You live on your private income.
- More or less.

More than less?

- Does that bother you?
- No, it's rather nice.

As long as you don't feel useless.

Excuse me a second.
Start without me.

Hurry up before it gets cold.

- Evening, Boris.
- Evening, Mr. Saint-Denis.

- Evening, Ellie.
- Evening, Charles.

- Evening, Cecile.
- Good evening, Mr. Saint-Denis.

- I told you, call me Charles.
- Never. Then you get hooked.

It's quiet tonight.

Last night, we had a group of nuts
dressed as Chinese.

It was fun. What can I get you?

A Chivas, no ice.

- I read the review. A good start.
- I'm glad.

Is it selling?

You only think of money,
but you're not to be pitied.

You can talk.

You should know.
Who was it who said:

"Only earn as much money
as your imagination allows you to spend"?

- I did.
- No, it wasn't you.

The usual, a gin and tonic
and a Perrier for the gentleman.

- With or without lemon?
- You and your Perrier.

If you want to remain attractive...

But you are attractive, so cut it out.

He keeps harping on his age.

Women don't care about your age.
Your experience is all.

True, we live in strange times.

Never has one seen so many tits,
navels and thighs. But hands off.

The Iron Curtain.

That reminds me, all this crap began
after the Berlin Wall came down.

- Put it on my tab.
- What do you think, Cecile?

I don't know. I don't do politics.

No, honestly.
When you talk to young people...

Take my daughter, Charlotte.

The other day, she says to me,
"Dad, let's talk man-to-man."

Okay.

So she says,
"What if I brought an old man home?"

Charlotte's 23.

I ask her, "How old is this old man?"

she says, "so."

Okay, I'm a tolerant father.

I don't like conflict.

So I say something like this -
"As long as you're happy."

She brings the guy home.

Nice fellow, actually.

I know him by sight. A lawyer, too.

Don't tell me she's looking for a father.
She has two.

Her mother's husband,
who raised her, and me. So?

See you later.

He do that often?

Sexuality is one
of the great mysteries of humanity.

I saw Capucine last night with Bernard.

- She's still gorgeous.
- You bet she is.

Say, know anything
about Saturday's auction?

Thanks, Paul. It was delicious.

- I'll take you home.
- I'm on my scooter. It's not far.

You're amazing. Honestly.

Saturday, there's a party.
The whole jet set. Be my date.

Saturday? I don't know.
No, I can't Saturday.

- When, then?
- I don't know.

Don't pressure me. I hate that.

Sorry. Forgive me.

Of course I forgive you.

- You're sweet.
- Sweet?

I didn't say stupid, I said sweet.

Good night, Paul. See you soon.

I love you.

Number six, a love letter
from Gustave Moreau.

We'll start at 180 Euros.

180, everyone wants it.
180. 200.

220 to my left. Come on, Mr. Junot.

- Not tempted by a little love?
- Not at that price.

You've changed.

250. It's worth twice as much.

There are over 200 lots.
250, going once...

Gone to the man in the second row.

Now, lots seven to forty - manuscripts
and books from the Divanov collection.

For starters, a centerpiece
sure to interest some amateurs here.

This is it.

...a rare edition of "The Woman
and the Puppet" by Pierre Louys,

in mint condition, from 1937,

with ambiguously enticing illustrations
by Edouard Chimot.

The Bonne Compagnie Press.

We'll open the bidding at 500. 600.

700. 800. 1,000.

We have 1,000. 1,100. 1,200.

1,500. 1,700.

2,000.

2,000.

No?

Sold for 2,000 Euros.
Mr. Saint-Denis.

Congratulations, Sir.

And moving on now to number eight,
a marvelous letter from Ingres...

He was a fabulous erotomaniac.

He lived literally shut away in his flat.
He died half blind.

I thought it made you deaf.

Must depend on your character.
He was incredibly talented.

Pibrac's Quatrains are a gem.

There are more unpublished writings,
and no one knows where half of them are.

And why this one?

This one is kind of special and...

it's for you.

If you don't like to read,
you can look at the pictures.

Here we are.

What do you think?

I come here to work when I can't bear
the silence of the countryside.

You think I'm stupid?

I'm a better judge of character than that.

Can I get you a drink?

I'd like you to kiss me.

"A GUIDE TO MANNERS
FOR YOUNG GIRLS"

I must have seemed clumsy to you.

I'll teach you.

I get the feeling I'm not the first one
you've brought here.

You could be the last one.

That's a beautiful photo.

Where is it?

Lisbon.

You've never been?

There are lots of places I've never been.

Will you take me there?

What time is it?

Nearly 7 pm.

Shit. I have to get to the studio.
I'm on before the news.

- No shower first?
- I prefer to keep you with me.

- Meet you here later?
- What do you mean?

- Not tonight?
- Whoa, little girl. You're going too fast.

- I'm not a free man.
- Really?

- I've been married for 25 years.
- So what?

I'm nearly 30 years older than you.

So? Does that bother you?

You've made sharper remarks.

And smoking doesn't suit you.

What's up?

"I dare undertake all and achieve all."

At a loss for words, Pops?
You need to quote?

Trust me, Gabrielle.
It's for your own good.

Here, take your filth back.

You know what?

You make me sick.

And this unexpected weather may be with
us all day tomorrow and even Monday.

Good luck to you all.
See you tomorrow.

Gabrielle, I've been looking for you.

I tried to reach you all day.

I'd like you to come with me
to the Fresco party tonight.

Why me?

There are two or three people
I want you to meet.

Be right with you.
It could be really important for you.

- That's kind of you, but...
- No buts.

Get down to the wardrobe.
Roland's expecting you.

I'll wait for you in my office.
See you in a bit.

There you are. How kind of you.

Emilie is hammered.
Should I take her home?

Leave her be.
I'm firing her in five minutes.

- Say, honey...
- Excuse me. Be right back.

- May I have some Champagne?
- I'll get a cold bottle.

Champagne, young lady?

- Oh, Paul. Thank you.
- I'm glad you came.

My boss dragged me here.

Any reason suits me.

Gabrielle. You're the loveliest lady here.

And it's not as if the others
haven't been trying.

Care to dance?

Your boss is absolutely charming.

Are you okay?

Excuse me.

- Come on. I'll take you home.
- Leave me alone.

No. Don't be stupid.
It's late and you're far from home.

You'll catch cold.
I'll take care of you.

Everyone treats me like a kid.

Let me love you, Gabrielle.

I can give you everything you want.

I can marry you if you like.

But I don't love you, Paul.
You're not the one I love.

What do you mean?

Whoever he is, he doesn't deserve you.
I'm the one who deserves you.

I know you were made for me.

Give me a chance.

It's true. It would be so simple.

- Kiss me.
- I don't want to.

A kiss. That's all I'm asking for.

I'm used to getting what I want, honey,
so don't fight it.

Not used to getting turned down,
are you, buster?

- You trying to turn me on?
- Paul...

- Wanna turn me on?
- Paul, cut it out.

Let go.

Don't worry. It'll be all right.

I'm such an idiot.

The job's available.
It must be on your mind.

Not really, at the moment.

Don't be stupid. Le Riou's not the sort
to let things drag.

I'll let him come to me.

- Gabrielle.
- Yes.

- Excuse me. Can I see you a minute?
- Yes.

Someone's waiting in your dressing room.
I think it's important.

Thanks, Isabelle.

- Excuse me?
- Go ahead.

I didn't want to disturb you at work,
but I wanted to apologize for last night.

I'd had too much to drink.

Forgive me, won't you?

Of course I forgive you.

I acted like a fool.

More like a spoiled child.

Don't say that.
You're so different from the others.

So different.

You know, Le Riou's a friend of mine.

So I gathered, yes.

If you want, I can...

Paul, stay out of my business.

Ah.

You won't be indebted to anyone.
Is that it? I get it.

Okay.

Gabrielle...

Gabrielle, I love you. You know that.

You really try hard to win me.

Where's your pride?

I don't know. I don't care.

I want so much for you
to like me a bit. A bit.

Just a tiny bit.

I do like you.

You do?

She said it! Hallelujah!
She said she loved me.

- Can you say it again?
- I like you.

That's nice.

- Yes?
- Miss Snow?

- Yes.
- These are for you.

- There's a card.
- Thank you.

COME. CHARLES.

My angel,
do you realize what's happening?

I don't realize a thing.

I hurt you, didn't I?

Forgive me.

I wanted to protect you.

Protect you from me.

You're so innocent.

- Who cares now?
- Yes, who cares?

Who cares, but I'm so old.

Oh, you're so old.

But with age comes experience.

- And?
- You said you'd teach me.

Don't tell me you're depraved.

Don't tell me you're a pervert.

Come on.

Can I stay tonight?

I forbid you to leave.

Make you some coffee?

"Autumn's here.
The nights are growing colder."

If nights grow cold...

- I recommend it.
- I like action.

There's plenty of action.
The style's lively, too.

- Okay, then, I trust you.
- You won't be sorry.

- Hi, Mom.
- What a wonderful surprise.

- Thank you.
- Goodbye.

- I'm taking you to lunch.
- No, you're not. I'm paying.

Nope. Today, it's on me.

We laugh a lot.

He's actually very funny.

It hasn't killed your appetite.

I'm ravenous these days.

- Not having white wine with your fish?
- No.

I saw the show last night.
You were good.

It beats the weather report.

I mean, you almost awed me.

That's something to celebrate.

- Here's to you.
- To you, my darling. Be happy.

That's all I care about.

I know you'd really like him.

There's no "mm."

And he'd adore you.

You're a bit naive, sweetie.

Is it his age?

To be honest,
it's not a point in his favor.

He's older than I am.

I always knew you'd snag a father...

I don't know. I worry about you.
It's only natural.

- You don't think it'll work out.
- Put yourself in my shoes.

We love each other.

Does his wife know?

He's spoken to her.

He says that she can't live without him,

that she'd rather accept
another woman than lose him.

She's very unhappy and cries all the time.

It can't be much fun.

- Then he won't leave her.
- He will. But not just yet.

He doesn't want to hurt her.

- How noble of him.
- Dessert?

Thank you.

Thank you.

To the two most beautiful women in my life.

To the most perfect man.

- And the most imperfect.
- Stop exaggerating, you two.

- To my man, my good man.
- Yes.

Say, Capucine, could you persuade
those sharks who exploit us

to let me wander the globe
on an expense account?

There's a biography in the air.
Whose?

It's a tossup.

Cendrars or Stevenson, while I'm at it.

Mr. Saint-Denis, what a surprise.

And lovely company.

Dona, my wife.

Capucine, a friend. Paul Gaudens.

Delighted.

You're in charming company, too.

Oh, please.

It's just my mother and sisters.

By the way, this table you're sitting at
is normally reserved for us.

I won't insult you by asking you to move,
but I did want you to know.

I know, ladies, forgive me.

I must seem a bit ridiculous to you.

But Mr. Saint-Denis has a habit
of trespassing on my preserves.

Please forgive this cavalier intrusion.

I hope you enjoy your meal.

He's not a member of your fan club.

The impertinence of an inferiority complex.
Of no importance.

I love you.

And I'm in love with you.

I envy you two.

What do you envy?

Your love.

No flaws, no compromises,
no childishness.

It's easy enough.
I live with a saint.

You've said that before.

Know what this saint dreams of,
if she had another life?

Reincarnation with a pair of balls.

- Have you decided?
- For better or for worse.

Would you taste it?

- Fine.
- It's all right?

Thank you.

Josephine, really.

I didn't do anything.

I didn't do anything, did I?

Not at all, Miss.

Stop it. You're embarrassing him.

I'm sorry if I put you out.

It's nothing, Miss.

Exquisite.

As good as the one we drank
at the La Poteries'.

- Don't you think, Paul?
- Your mother's talking to you.

Yes, Mother?

I said, this is as good
as the Champagne at the La Poteries'.

- Why must you bring them up?
- Why not?

Because my answer is still no.

Please give it some more thought.

Emilienne is charming, cultured,
and her parents are fine people.

Your father was very close to them.

And I've known Madeleine
since childhood.

Sure, you're practically cousins.

Emilienne. They should have
called her Cleopatra.

That's enough.

Besides, I have other plans.

- What might they be?
- I think I'm in love.

What?

Did I say something dirty?

Will you rap my knuckles with a ruler
like old Mr. Philippot?

- Stop that.
- Remember Mr. Philippot?

You hired him for remedial tutoring.

He tutored me, all right,

and in subjects you never even imagined.
Poor Mother.

But so what? It left you time
for your charity committees.

Good deeds, charity...

But you couldn't even raise
your own children.

Raise them, maybe.

But love them,

that was a bit too difficult.

If only you'd had lovers...

Yes, Paul.

- Frank...
- Yes?

Let's go fetch the cigars from the car.

- See that little number?
- He's pathetic. Weak.

He has charm.

He's the Gaudens Labs heir.

Originally, it was the old lady
who had the fortune,

but the father was a brilliant chemist.

At his death,
young Paul, who was barely 18,

was mixed up in a scandal
with the sons of some local notables.

You're a fine one to talk.

Seriously, they kidnapped some girls,
one of whom was very young, nine or ten.

A bit too young.

Mommy managed to hush up the affair.

- How do you know all that?
- I heard it from the horse's mouth.

My lawyer friend Gerard Briancon.

- You know him.
- Every inch.

I adore you. He told me.
Swore me to secrecy, of course.

Young Gaudens came out white as snow.

I don't know about you,
but I find it pretty immoral.

I don't feel I can judge anyone.

You can open your eyes.

Not nervous?

About what?

You don't feel humiliated?

Not even ridiculous.

I'm happy with you.

I love you more
than I've ever loved anyone.

- Want something to drink?
- I don't feel like it.

You all right?

Not great. It's hard.
The words aren't coming.

Use someone else's.

Obviously I do that anyway.

But seriously,
these days writing bores me.

I don't know why. I need...

I don't know...
I need some sort of change.

A change of women.

You really are a kid.

You have no idea.

Don't be so sure of that.

- Get dressed, we're going out.
- It's past midnight.

Just get dressed.
And wear a skirt.

I find you mysterious.

Mysterious?

My ass. A woman's only worth the desire
she arouses. What are you drinking?

- A grenadine and lemon soda.
- That takes the cake.

You were right
to dump those damn flowers.

Good evening, all.

Alban.

I knew you'd be here.

It's great to see you.

I missed you last time.

I couldn't resist.

- How's Charles?
- Charles?

Just fine.
He's already back to work.

I haven't seen him in awhile.

Hey, speak of the devil
and you see...

his horns.

Capucine,

meet Gabrielle,
whom I've told you about.

Good evening, and welcome.

But we've already met, haven't we?

Yes.

Cecile, sweetheart, some Champagne.

- Nice place.
- You haven't seen it all yet.

Let me introduce you
to Alban, the owner.

Good evening.

I've seen your face before.

- You aren't the first to say that.
- Or the last, I think.

She's not only gorgeous, but...

She thinks.

Come along, angel.

Friends of his are friends of ours.

Is this her first time here?

It's her birthday tomorrow.
This is a surprise.

Does she know?

It wouldn't be a surprise...

- And you enjoy it?
- I enjoy it, and it turns me on.

Don't worry about her. She loves it.

Sure, and she adores you.

Sure. And I adore her,
and life is beautiful.

I like it here.

Introduce me to your friends?

Finish your glass.

I have something to show you.
Come on.

Happy birthday, angel.

Let's go home.

I'll take you to your place.
It's more sensible.

What do you mean, sensible?

Angel,

I leave for London in the morning.
I told you.

You said next week.

I mean, yes,
it was supposed to be next week.

But Capucine called this afternoon.

There was a last minute change
because Jonathan Coe had a conflict.

When will you be back?

Thursday or Friday.

It's 3am. I'll wake my poor mother.

No, you won't,

not if you go gently,
as you do so well.

Have a good trip, my love.

Goodbye, Gabrielle, my angel.

Be happy without me.

And take care of yourself.

Come back quick.

You were so quiet,
I knew it was you.

- You're not asleep?
- I'm sleepwalking.

Happy birthday, darling.
You're sweet to come home tonight.

He's off to London tomorrow.

- He'll be back soon?
- In four or five days.

- Are you happy at least?
- Mom, I'm not a kid any more.

Don't walk me to the train.
You know I hate goodbyes.

Can you do it today?

Yes.

Don't worry.

It's strange.
Usually I'm the one leaving.

"To those who ask why I travel
I usually reply:

"I know what I am running from...

But not what I'm looking for."
Not very cheering. When are you back?

I can't tell you exactly.
Next month...

Capucine is joining me in London.

I may go on to New York.
It all depends on John.

I won't ask.
You'll tell me as you go.

I can't live without you.

I open what I think is my door,
and standing there is Woody Allen,

in front of a mirror, half-naked,
in baggy boxer shorts,

beige-colored but oversized...

That must've been a shock.

I wouldn't say that.

Woody Allen's a shock,
but in shorts, the shorts win.

I don't mean Woody Allen's not a genius.

- Very funny, but our time's up.
- It's not so funny if our time's up.

Can't we keep talking?
Can't we go on?

But I've no choice. Thank you for coming,
it's been a pleasure.

- I'll finish some other time?
- Come back when you like.

So ends "Icing on the Cake".
Hope you enjoyed it.

Tune in for next week's surprise...

- Isn't it Gad?
- I can't say. It's a surprise.

Have a nice weekend.
Roll the credits, please.

With Gad Elmaleh.

Thanks, Edouard.

Thanks for coming.

- See you soon.
- Good luck.

- Was it okay?
- It was great.

They're thrilled upstairs.

Good. Hand me my cell, please.

Hello. You have one new message,
one new message.

Gabrielle, it's Mom.
I wanted to ask you...

That was splendid, my lovely.

We have to talk. You know
Pascal Lahmani from Canal Plus?

Yes.

- He wants to meet you.
- I know.

I had a message,
but I can't talk now.

I've got something important to do.

I'll call you later. Forgive me?

So long, Philippe.

Bitch.

Why'd he do that?

She just lies there.

She's like a zombie.

I don't know what to do.
Any ideas?

No, but you can't leave her like that.
Have you seen a doctor?

He says if she keeps it up,
he'll hospitalize her.

What do you think she wants?

I think she wants to die.

It's my fault, Denis.
I should've talked to him.

He's a smart man, you know.

You think I was jealous of her?

The poor 40-year-old single mother.

What's got into you?

Wasn't it you who told me
that guilt is a poison?

Remember, when Mom was ill.

If he's smart,
he'll understand the situation.

I'm sure he's not a bastard.

Then he must have reasons
to act the way he did.

Yes, you're right.

He'd have left her in the end.

One thing I'm sure of is he loves her.

That's too subtle for me.

I'm lucky you could be here.

That's the nice thing about wanderers -

sometimes near, sometimes far.

It'll wake her!

Hello.

No, I'm sorry, she's sleeping.

No, she didn't eat this morning.
I don't know.

I can call you back.

Yes, I promise.

Goodbye.

I don't know what to make
of that one, either.

- The Gaudens boy.
- Yes.

Everyone calls him that.
He has a first name. Paul.

He only seems to exist
through what his parents did.

That about sums it up, doesn't it?

You know, my darling little sister,
life isn't easy for most people.

For Paul Gaudens, it's easy because
his father was a chemical genius?

Explain that to me.

Let's say certain important things
are indeed easier for him.

Anyway, he calls twice a day,
every day.

He's not afraid of waking her up.

What's he want?

He says he loves her,

he wants to marry her, to see her,
to take her far away from here.

He says he can save her.

You never know.
Think of Sleeping Beauty.

The rich young prince,

he arrives,

kisses her,
and her taste for life returns.

It beats sitting here doing nothing.

That's true.

Hello, Paul?

This is Marie Snow, Gabrielle's mother.

Still want to come see her?

Yes. Tomorrow afternoon.

Fifth floor. Yes, thank you.

See you tomorrow, Paul.
Goodbye.

Inshallah.

- I was worried.
- Be glad. I spent your money.

You went shopping?

It gave you a nice color.

- Buy you a drink?
- Yes.

- Want a hand?
- Yes, thank you.

- What do you want?
- Same as you.

For you.

Oh, thank you.

To thank you for watching over me.

That's sweet.

But, Gabrielle, you don't understand.

You're the angel.
I love you. I want to...

Paul, please, don't start.

Let's stay friends.
It's better that way.

Yes. Better for who?

I've played the clown all week.
I know who's on your mind.

I've decided to forget him.
Give me some time, please.

What's he got that I don't?

I'm here.
He ran out on you like a coward!

Look at me when I speak to you!

- Please don't shout.
- I'll shout if I like.

Think you're some princess
who can play with me like a kid?

Actually, you're just like him.
You make a fine pair.

You make me sick.

- Who is it?
- It's me. Open up, please.

What do you want?
Bored on your own?

What's going on?

I'm packing.

You're leaving me alone?

Cut it out.
Isn't it what you want?

You been drinking?

That what it takes to knock on my door?
You're as gutless as he is.

- Stop thinking about him.
- And stop telling me what to do.

I get the picture.
I'm not a total retard.

You're the only woman
I've ever wanted.

But I understand you.
I'm not the man for you.

So okay, the shows oven.

Curtain.

That day I met you in the bookstore,
I thought that...

Do you realize
it's been nearly a year?

I'm tired now.
I want you to leave me alone.

Don't leave me.
I want to stay with you.

Right. And as soon as we get back,
you'll disappear again.

I'm no sucker.

I'm the one who doesn't want you now.
I never want to see you again.

Know what? It's your tough luck.

I want to stay with you.

Paul, if you'll have me, I'll marry you.
But let's get out of here.

Repeat what you just said.

If you'll have me, I'll marry you.

We haven't even slept together.
You saying that to make me jealous?

I think you can make me happy.
Am I wrong?

Tell me I'm not wrong.

Yes, but... No.

My love, if it's true,
I'll be the happiest man on earth.

Thank you.

I've got to call Mother.
I'm calling her.

Hello, Mother? Yes, it's me.

She said yes.

- Catherine.
- Nicolas.

- What news of our local celebrities?
- Nice transition, Nicolas.

Speaking of drugs,

the press has announced the engagement
"Tradition! Tradition!"

of Paul Gaudens, the Gaudens Labs heir
and avid night-clubber,

to the very lovely Gabrielle Snow,

the former TVL weather girl

and now emcee of the station's
"Icing on the Cake".

- It helps to have a fiancé with pull.
- Or a lover.

Those vipers.

She can't marry that nutcase.

What'd you say?

You always talk when my back's turned.

I was asking, any mail?

I'll check.

Capucine? It's Charles.

Am I bothering you?

Listen, I need your sleuthing talents.

- Pleased with your gift, pussycat?
- Pussycat?

- Would you prefer "my kitten"?
- Paul, please.

I have to go.
I have an appointment for my gown.

- I'll come along.
- Out of the question.

I want to ride in her little car.

Who's ever heard of the future groom
attending a wedding-gown fitting?

That just isn't done.

I don't like her going alone.

I can go with her, if you like.

Don't worry.
I'm meeting my mother there.

You must have other things to do.

That's for sure.
I don't know if I'm coming or going.

You announced this wedding too fast.
The Beauregards are in Monte Carlo.

- When do you see Monsignor Godeau?
- Monsignor who?

Paul, explain.

Monsignor Godeau.
He's officiating at our wedding.

We have to go see him
about preparations.

What preparations?

My God, you'd think
she'd never set foot in a church.

Mother.

I'm off.

Paul, darling, do remind your mother
my name is Gabrielle. Kisses.

Mother.

Paul, my dear boy,

you're making a terrible mistake.

Certainly not the last one.

How do I look?

How can I put it? Different?

Sorry, but it's hot in here.
I'm going out for a cig.

Sure. Go ahead.

Come in.

What a surprise.

I had to see you.

I was going out anyway.

Would you mind leaving them alone?

Not at all. I'm done.
All that's left to do is the veil. Thank you.

- As Mom said, what a surprise.
- Oh, please...

How do I look?

You really going to marry that guy?

Funny how nobody's happy
about this wedding.

You should see his mother.
She hates me.

Do you realize he's completely unstable?

Why?

And you think
you're the picture of stability?

You're a bastard, Charles,
a real bastard,

Saint-Denis or no Saint-Denis.

I found out
your real name's Charles Denis.

You didn't stick just any handle on it,
you shit.

Let's forget everything
and start again.

Yeah, right. The same old stuff.

Steamy afternoons in your flat.
Or whenever it suited you.

And those twisted games among friends.

How'd you put it?
To see if I was really liberated.

That how you want to start over?

Is that how you love me?

In any case,
you don't love me any more.

I don't love you any more?

Listen, you great judge of character.

I'll never love another man but you.

Ever.

Yes, I love you.

At this moment, I love you, Charles.

But I've grown up, thanks to you.

"What doesn't kill us makes us stronger."
Who said that?

Maybe when you're married...

Things will be more balanced.
You've got some nerve.

At least I still make you laugh.

You're no good as a martyr.

Look, it's simple...

Leave your wife, and I swear
I won't marry Paul Gaudens.

But she's always been good to me.

I don't doubt it. Now please go.

- Don't forget me.
- Get out.

Paul Andre Claude Gaudens,

do you take Gabrielle Aurore Snow
to be your wife

and promise to love her,
for better or for worse?

- I do.
- Gabrielle Aurore Snow,

do you take Paul Andre Claude Gaudens
to be your husband

and promise to love him,
for better or for worse?

I do.

I now pronounce you man and wife.

What if we came here every year?

If you like.

Are you still thinking about him?

- About who?
- Gabrielle...

- Gabrielle, forgive me.
- Of course I forgive you.

Who taught you to do that?
Tell me who.

No, don't tell me.
I don't want to know.

You know because I told you.

And if you know,
you don't need to ask.

- I haven't kept anything from you.
- Shut up.

How many times did he take you?
Once, twice, ten times?

How many guys screwed you while
he watched? Three, four, ten, a hundred?

237. Stop it, Paul, you're pathetic.

Gabrielle, I just ask one thing...

for you to tell me the truth.

In front of how many of his friends
did Charles watch you get fucked?

- You wouldn't understand.
- I don't doubt it. No, I can't understand.

How could you let yourself
be treated...

Say it. It's only a word.
It's not the truth.

The truth.

The truth.

The truth is that your guy
couldn't get it up otherwise.

You make me sick.

If I told you all that,
without hiding anything,

it's because I thought
I could trust you.

So you'd know everything about me.

He's got nothing to do with it.
It's all over between us.

- Just help me forget.
- If you'd really forgotten him...

you wouldn't need my help.

Oh, Lord.

- What's he got to do with it?
- You wouldn't understand.

Then we're even.

You still love him,
think about him all the time.

I can't bear the thought you slept
with that guy. I can't bear it.

Don't! I don't want your pity!

Poor Paul, Why'd you marry me?

Why did I marry you, poor Paul?
For your ass, my lovely.

Despite all your expert teachers,
despite all you learned,

you're no better than the rest of them.

You don't know what I'm capable of.

- Are you afraid?
- Yes, I'm afraid. You scare me.

- It was a good concert.
- I'm not mad about Mozart.

Now, now.

Sure, there are some nice things.

I'm so sorry that I couldn't make it.

You have so much to do, Mother.

Speaking of Mozart,
have you read the latest Saint-Denis?

It's had rave reviews.

We bought it, but haven't read it yet.
I loved his last one.

What was it called already?

"Penelope's Absence".

True, he does write well.

My wife thinks so, too.

I don't know who thought to invite him
to the Association gala,

but it will be a great help.

They say that Muriel Robin
and Marc Lavoine will perform.

To be confirmed, my dear.

Dear friend,
your brandy is absolutely divine.

Gabrielle,

this is the perfect opportunity
to wear the dress I bought you.

- If you wish.
- It's what I want.

It is one of the joys of my office

to extend my warmest thanks
to our friend,

Edouard de Montois,
president of the Association.

I want to thank him for his devotion,

his profound humanism,

a humanism recognized
by many other humanists

and not the least of them.

Some will be here with us tonight,

and among those who enrich us
with their talent as well,

I have the pleasure of welcoming
Charles Saint-Denis,

who's honored us with his presence
and who will soon say a few words.

Bravo.

I warmly thank the committee members,

who work so tirelessly,
as a little bird has told me.

First and foremost, our founder
and president, Genevieve Gaudens,

Monsignor Godeau, Colonel Athanazian
and his devoted wife Flore,

Arthur Bonnait, president
of the Lyon Butcher's Syndicate,

Dr. Spartcule, and many others
who know who they are.

Now I give the floor
to our president Edouard de Montois.

Those who know me
know that my speeches

are the most painful to sit through...

You're late.
You might have made an effort.

- Gabrielle wasn't feeling well.
- You could have come without her.

- It wouldn't have been as much fun.
- I don't see why not.

I assure you.

A round of applause for this embodiment
of generosity and humanity.

Genevieve, if you wouldn't mind.

Thank you.

I'm not used to being in the spotlight.

Thank you all for being here tonight.

Thanks to you, we've been able
to work miracles again this year.

My heart goes out to all those to whom
we bring a little bit of warmth and comfort

in these troubled times.

But I'd like to give the floor
to a man we all admire

and who can express things
better than I can.

I'd like to call on Charles Saint-Denis,

who has agreed to say a few words.

Please give him a fitting welcome
for his talent and generosity.

Dear Genevieve, the honor is all mine,
and it's you who deserves all the honors.

I'm nevertheless delighted to be...

I, Paul Gaudens, I killed the beast.

I killed the monster
who corrupted my wife.

- She'll never agree.
- I won't leave her a choice.

Your father used to defend our interests.

My husband held him in high esteem.

You're the third lawyer on this case.
Time is of the essence.

The trial is coming up.

I hope I'm right in trusting you.

What can I say, madam?
This case fascinates me.

I have determination and pride.
I dislike losing.

Fortunately, I don't lose often.

But we can't hope for better than
a reduced sentence

and confinement in conditions
favorable to your son.

That's not what I was thinking about.

Your father fully deserved
my husband's affection.

- How will you proceed?
- I must see her quickly.

Careful. She's depraved to the bone.

I know the human soul, madam.
I won't be fooled.

You haven't mentioned fees.

I'm better mannered than that, madam,
but I'm sure we can work something out.

Speaking of money, is there a marriage
contract between your son and his wife?

Separation of property.
Only normal, she's penniless.

I worked hard to persuade Paul.

- Why? Could she...
- Don't worry about that.

We'll come to it later.
Where can I find her?

Since the incident, she spends
most of her time at her mother's,

who runs a little bookshop.

We don't care to have her around.

But officially,
she still lives here, of course.

Now that the press has started
to leave us alone, I've allowed her to...

I'll phone her later.

I need to review the case.
I'll keep you informed.

Do you think we can avoid a scandal?
I mean...

That all depends whom it sullies.

I'm glad we understand each other,
counselor.

When can I see my son again?

Since his transfer, your predecessors
never even obtained visiting rights.

I'll see to it this evening, madam.

Did you sleep well?

I wasn't sleeping.

The Gaudens attorney called.

Another one, a Mr. Lorbach.

He left a number to call.
It's urgent.

I know what they want.

They want me to testify
against Charles.

They want me to tell them...

To tell them
what you didn't dare tell me.

I loved him so much.

- It wasn't sick. Do you understand?
- Of course I do.

I won't taint his memory.
It's vile to ask me to do that.

And his wife... Imagine the scandal.

There's no avoiding it.
Leave that to the Gaudens.

Here, something else to think about,
a letter from your uncle.

He'll be in the area next month.

If only he could make all this vanish.

GAUDENS TRIAL BEGINS MONDAY
How can they write such things?

We can't allow it.

There's not much we can do.

We have very little room to maneuver.

If Gabrielle doesn't testify...

She's late.

- She won't come.
- Yes, she will.

I could tell from her tone of voice.
But we must persuade her.

- I told you I'd handle that.
- What can she say?

Things I don't want reaching your ears.

Here she is.

- Hello, Daniel.
- Hello, Mrs. Gaudens.

They're in the study.

Yes. Come in.

- Hello.
- Hello, madam.

Eleonore, Josephine, leave us.

Thank you for responding so promptly.
Time is of the essence.

Before Mrs. Gaudens speaks to you,

I'd like to remind you
of your interests here.

I spoke to Paul yesterday.
He loves you sincerely and devotedly.

In his mind, it was for you that
he went so far, but he holds no grudge.

He'll see to your needs
for the rest of your life.

Your in-laws intend to be
very generous toward you.

That's something you mustn't lose sight of.

I'll be in the sitting room
if you need me.

I hope I can count on you, Gabrielle.

I'm in total despair.

I fear your coldness toward my son.

Hence the financial offer?

Only you can save my son.

Every day, I curse the heavens
that Paul ever met you.

It's a torment knowing my son's fate
is in your hands, but...

This is so difficult.

There is something you should know
before you make your decision.

I had another child before Paul.

Thibault.

Another son.

They were ten months apart.

They were inseparable.

They were like twins.

One evening...

Paul was three,
Thibault almost four...

We never knew what really happened.
Paul was still so young.

They were playing together
in the bathtub.

I was next door in my room

getting dressed for a dinner party
we were giving here.

It was an important business dinner
for my husband.

I could hear the boys laughing
since I'd left the door ajar.

They were laughing.

Thibault was an extraordinary little boy.

Already very gifted.

Suddenly, I couldn't hear anything.

And then Paul called me, still laughing.

When I went into the bathroom,
Thibault's head was underwater.

Imagine what must have
gone on in Paul's mind,

whatever he may have done,

the burden he's had to bear
all these years.

It's not his fault.

He loved his brother.

He was so adorable.

After that...

After that, things were never the same,

even after the girls were born.

Gabrielle, I know...

Things aren't simple, are they?

What are you going to do, Gabrielle?

I don't know.

Gabrielle.

How do you feel?

I don't feel anything any more.

I'm completely drained, empty.

I loved him so much.

I've just come
from Gerard Briancon's office.

Rumor has it they want you
to testify against Charles.

It's true.

Believe me, I don't usually try
to interfere in people's lives,

but I wanted to know...

If you had anything to fear?

You little girl.

No, it's not for me,
or for Charles' reputation.

Actually, I'm not sure
why I wanted to see you.

You want to know whose side I'm on?

Be on your own side.

Maybe that's what I wanted to say.

Don't listen to anyone.

I think...

I think I'll tell the truth.

"The whole truth
and nothing but the truth."

It'll only be your own truth.

It's the only one I know.

I hope they'll understand.

There's no doubt
that Gabrielle Gaudens' testimony

sheds new light on this case

and explains, if not justifies,
Paul Gaudens' act.

These rather sickening revelations are
surprising, coming from an ex-colleague

reputed to be pure as the driven "Snow."

Gaudens Verdict Due Today
Mitigating Circumstances Expected

As expected, the jury
found mitigating circumstances.

Paul Gaudens was sentenced
to seven years in a special institution.

Let's hear the reaction of Stephane
Lorbach, Paul Gaudens' defense attorney.

The verdict satisfies us.

It meets the twofold requirement of justice
and humanity that is our constant concern.

Gaudens, your wife is in the visiting room.

I don't want to see her any more.

You've come for your money?

I was at the prison.
Paul won't see me.

It's one of his few remaining liberties.
Surprised?

I testified. His sentence was reduced.
It's a strange show of thanks.

You only told the truth.

It's time to grow up, child.

You'll get a letter from Paul tomorrow
asking for a divorce.

Paul is under guardianship
until further notice.

Believe me, you're not about
to get a cent out of us.

You're dismissed.

I see.

Forgive me, but I'm keeping the car.
I need it.

Denis!

I had trouble finding you.

I move around a lot,
but I left your mom my play dates.

How's my favorite niece?

Not great, as you can imagine.

Would you like to visit my palace?

Yes? Come on.

Thank you.

Why the look? She's my niece.

I never think, Mr. Merlin.

I know, Mrs. Bonnet.

Want something to drink?
A cup of tea?

I hate tea.

Then I have just what we need upstairs.

Mom said you wanted to see me.

I always want to see you,
but to tell you the truth...

I have an offer to make you.

Dishonest?

Naturally.

Ladies and gentlemen,
for my next number,

I must ask you
to respect total silence,

so as not to disturb in any way the
concentration it requires to accomplish.

Indeed,

this saw blade
makes 6,500 revolutions per minute.

The risk is considerable and absolute.

So I'd like to pay tribute to the courage
of my charming assistant Gabrielle.

Please give her a big hand. Gabrielle.