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[PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

[FOOTSTEPS]

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

HEADMASTER:
Mrs. Price, you can't
just show up unannounced

in the middle of a semester

and remove your son
from the school.

FRANCES:
Well, I don't
want to fill these out,

and I'm not going to, and I'm
afraid that concludes the tune.

Good morning.

What do you wanna do?

I don't know.

You wanna come away with me?

These rules are put in place
for a reason, Mrs. Price.

What about my clothes?
I'll buy you new clothes.

[♪♪♪]

[CLEARS THROAT]

Did you drink to the brink
of sound reasoning?

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

Were you driven to insomnia
by the violence of your muse?

No.

Menstruating?

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

How are things with Susan?

We're in our holding pattern,
as if you didn't know.

Mm. Oh, to be youngish
and in loveish.

Will you see her today?

[INHALES SHARPLY]

I can't join you anyway.

Mr. Baker insists on a meeting.

Another plea for thrift?

Wait and see.

It's all gone.

What's all gone?

Not the money in my account.

It's...
not your account for long.

It's in my name.
The name, you get to keep,

but every penny in that account,

in addition to
the investments and properties,

are going back to the bank.

The properties?

You'll be locked out on the
1st of January at the latest.

Certainly I'll be able
to keep the money

I brought to the marriage.
[SIGHS]

That was shuffled into
the estate a long time ago.

And it wasn't...

excuse me, a very large sum.

And Malcolm's legacy?

No.

I spoke to you about this

as a possibility
for seven years.

And then
an eventuality for three.

What did you think
was going to happen?

Frances, what...?

What was your plan?

My plan was to die
before the money ran out,

but I kept and keep
not dying and...

here I am.

All right.

[INHALES SHARPLY]

It's all been settled, then.

[SUCKS TEETH]

So...

now I want you
to tell me what to do.

Do?
Yes. Tell me, please.

Um, what can I say?
T-take a loan from a friend.

Mm, impossible.
Name something else.

There's only one thing you
can do, Frances. Sell it all.

Sell the jewelry,
the art, the books.

Sell them privately,
quietly, cheaply.

Bring me the checks,
and I'll have it

all transferred
to cash for you.

And then what?

And then...

whatever you wish.

[CAR HORN HONKS]
Hey, watch it.

[♪♪♪]

Susan--
What if we went to Frances,

and we told her
about our engagement?

You know? Together.

What, you and me?

Together. Yes.

When?
Now.

Talk to my mother together now?

No.

Why?
It's a bad idea.

The only way it will work
is if I tell her myself.

What exactly are you afraid of?

The same thing
you're afraid of.

I'm-- I'm gonna tell her now.

[KNIFE BLADE SCRAPING]

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Listen, there's something
I need to talk to you about.

Are you cooking?

No.

I just like the sound it makes.

What is it?

What's that, Mr. Mumbles?

Well, my news trumps yours.

Are you ready for this?

We're insolvent.

We've nothing left.

Nothing...left.

[GASPS]

[LAUGHING]

[SNIFFLES, CRYING]

[♪♪♪]

[MEOWS]

ANALYST [ON TV]:
...precious metals because
they're long-term assets.

I mean, gold is money.
So if you wanna hold gold,

you hold gold
as a reserve asset.

You don't buy it today
and sell tomorrow.

About my fee.

A straight 30 percent.

And that is non-negotiable.

Oh, isn't it?

Nope.

Mightn't it be?

Well, it's going to have to be
if you wanna work with me.

Twenty-seven percent.

I'll give you 15 percent or
I'll thank you for your time.

Twenty-five.
Oh, Mr. Rudy.

If you name another figure

that isn't 15 percent,
I'll go to 14.

Name another, I'll go to 13
and on down the line

until your payment

and your sole function
in regard to my life

disappears altogether.

Well, that's no way
to negotiate.

This is a tricky job.

It could, uh, be
detrimental to my reputation.

Your reputation?

That's humorous.
Is that right?

Have you heard any rumors
regarding my mental health?

No.

Well, I heard
that you were odd.

Odd.
Odd, yes. Difficult.

Difficult.
And, um...

then there's the story
about your husband.

Oh. Which story is that?

You...finding him.

Yes?

You know.
Oh.

I found him, but then I...

I left the body
for a while, didn't I?

[CHUCKLES]
People still talk about that?

Sure, they do. Of course! Heh.
Well...

Well, I'm going to tell you
a private truth now.

I'm more than odd.

There's a goodly part of me

that wants
to set this building on fire

with myself
and my son locked in.

What do you think of that?

Um...

[CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY]

That's, uh, none of my business.

Mm, I say it is.

Because if I don't
get my price,

this goodly part of me
will become ever more goodly.

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

JOAN:
The hens are clucking, Frances.

FRANCES:
Are they saying I'm broke?

JOAN:
They are. Are you?

[SIGHS]

[CRUNCHES]
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

A plan is coming to me.
Mm.

Possibly idiotic.
I don't know.

But the more options
the better, right?

Mm-hmm.

What about
my apartment in Paris?

I haven't been there in a year.
It's just sitting empty.

Mm.

To get out of New York
is the thing, honey.

It's sensible.

Sensible.

Sensible.
Sensible.

Ow!

[CHUCKLES]

I'll get this.
No.

Frances.

Thank you.

[♪♪♪]

SYLVIA:
The check bounced again,
Mrs. Price.

Mrs. Price?

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

C-could I have cash?

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Do you have
any cash for Sylvia?

How much?
Six hundred.

Thanks, Malcolm.

There's been
a change in plans, pal.

Oh?

I didn't know there was
a plan to begin with.

Yes, well.

It's been decided that
we're going to go to Paris.

We are?
Mm-hmm.

For how long?

Mm, difficult to say.

Perhaps for
the rest of our lives.

[♪♪♪]

[DOOR OPENS]
[RAIN FALLING]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[MALCOLM CLEARS THROAT]

So, what do you
have to report, Malcolm?

Have you told your mother
about our engagement?

I want to.

The thing that
I can't figure out

is whether or not
you expect me to wait for you.

Of course I do.

But that wouldn't be
very chivalrous of me

to ask, would it?

Is chivalry
an interest of yours?

[SIGHS]

I have many interests.

Would you describe
yourself as a coward?

No.

How would you
describe yourself?

I don't know that I'd bother to
in the first place.

I want you to know
that I am trying

to fall out of love with you.

Susan.
What?

I'm going to Paris.

Paris.

When are you going to Paris?

Soon.

How soon?
I think tomorrow.

You thinktomorrow?!

When are you coming back?

That's the thing.
I don't really know.

[SIGHS]

Well...

It's all very moving, I'm sure.

What?
Your devotion to a woman

who didn't hardly
introduce herself to you

until you were 12 years old.

Your refusal to live beyond
the rules that she's written

for her own benefit.

You don't bring flowers

to someone you're saying
goodbye to, Malcolm.

Please leave.

[DOOR OPENS, SHUTS]

♪ And I'm starting
To feel the pain ♪

♪ So I'm getting ready
For the heartbreak... ♪

All good things must end.

HOST:
But are you certain
you have to go?

Yes, and we're
very sorry about it.

What a shame. We were having
such a lovely evening.

Were you really?

Oh, such a lovely evening!

And I do hate to go,

but it sounds like we've got
a proper emergency at home.

And what can be done
in the face of that?

Nothing.

[CLEARS THROAT]

[♪♪♪]

FRANCES:
I'll miss this.

What?

This.

MAN:
Got anything
to spare tonight, folks?

Possibly, we do.

But may we ask
what you need the money for?

I guess I'd like a little wine
if you wanna know.

Mm.

What's your name?

Dan.Daniel.

What would you do
if we gave you $20?

[WHISTLES, CHUCKLES]

I could get a gallon
of Three Roses,

a pack of cigarettes and...

a weenie.

And where would you
take it all?

Back to your room?
I'd take it into the park.

That's where I sleep
most nights, in the park.

Mm. So you'd...

lie under a bush

and smoke your cigarettes
and drink your wine.

And look up at the stars.

Why not?

OFFICER:
That guy wasn't
bothering you two, I hope?

Looked like
he was putting a bite on you.

Who? Daniel? No.

Not at all.
He's a friend of ours.

[CHUCKLES]

I thank God for the fact
of a man like him.

Not that it's
any of your business.

Let's.

[♪♪♪]

Why Euro, Frances?
I'm going to Paris.

Oh, that's right.
You talk the talk, don't you?

Oui, petit cochon.

"Little prince."

I'm going to miss you, Frances.

Won't you all.

They broke the mold
with that one.

"Cochon"means pig.

[♪♪♪]

[GULLS CAWING]

[ANNOUNCERS SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY OVER PA]

[CASINO MACHINES
DINGING, BEEPING]

[WOMAN SOBBING]

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I...

[SOBBING CONTINUES]

MADELEINE:
I shouldn't have done it. Ugh.

What?!

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

[PIANO PLAYING
SOFT CLASSICAL MUSIC]

WAITER:
Excuse me, um...

Whose cat is this?

[MEOWS]

[CLEARS THROAT]

I'm Malcolm.

Will you tell me your name?

Madeleine.
Madeleine.

Will you have a drink with me?

No.

Who's this person?

Madeleine.

She tells fortunes on the ship.

What's she doing?
[MEOWS]

Oh. I'm sorry.

Do you not know?

We know.

We're going to lie down.

Will you come visit us later?

What's she paying you?

Paying me?
Aren't you her gigolo?

Oh God, no! That's my mother.

Oh.

Excuse me,
but you'd be surprised

at how common it is.

[WOMAN WHOOPS, LAUGHING]

What was that woman
so upset about before?

A third of the people
onboard this ship

are in the presence of death.

But if I say a single word
about it, off I go.

You told that woman
that she's dying?

She'll never see land again.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Dry gin martini.

Two.

[GASPS]

Okay.

[♪♪♪]

Okay.

[GIGGLES]

I won't be needing these.

FRANCES:
It's like retirement in a way.

Though, no,
I've never worked a day,

so, what mantle
is being retired even?

[SIGHS]

I'm not sure how we're going
to get you into France.

[MEOWS]

All that lovely money.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[ANNOUNCER SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY OVER PA]

I understand
you're moving to Paris.

FRANCES:
Mm-hmm.

Are you very excited?

Mm, I suppose I should be.

I admire you carving out
a second act for yourself.

Bravo.
Thank you.

But it's the third,
if we're to be honest,

or the coda, if you'd rather.

Is it true
that it's five miles

to the bottom of the ocean?

At its deepest, it's shy
of that, but only just.

Mm.

Five miles is
an uncommon depth, however.

Where we are now, it's more
along the line of two miles.

You can take
some solace in that.

[FRANCES CHUCKLES]

FRANCES:
A little bit.

Are you all right?

I'm the ship's doctor, right?
Right.

Well, yesterday
some moron posing as a gypsy

told one of the passengers
that she was dying.

Which is bad enough.

But then the woman
really did die.

Do you mean Madeleine?

The gypsy?

Yeah, I think that was her name.

You know her?

[SCOFFS]

Well, they just
threw her into the jug.

The jug?

The brig.

Can they do that?

Goddamn right, they can!

A middling lawyer could prove

that your buddy
murdered that woman.

The threat of violence
leading to cardiac arrest.

[SNAPS FINGERS]

These old birds, they spook.

Just say boo at them.

And with death on deck

and in a contained environment,

they freak fucking out.

I've seen it. It's grim.

I could show you something
very terrible, if you'd like.

[DOOR OPENS]

MALCOLM:
What happened to them?

BORIS:
Oh, just that they died.

We've been at sea
for three days.

Two bodies a day.

That's the industry standard

for an Atlantic crossing.

Ahh!

I don't want any.

But you have to.
Why?

Because it's fun!

You and me, drinking drinks.

Thank you
for showing me all of this.

I won't tell anyone about it.

Yeah, tell who you want.

[SIGHS]

[♪♪♪]

CAPTAIN [OVER PA]:
Ladies and gentlemen,

your attention, please.

Welcome to France.

And thank you for sailing

with Sovereign Star Cruises.

[WOMAN SPEAKING
IN FRENCH OVER PA]

[PILL BOTTLE POPS OPEN]

[SNORES]

[TONES DING OVER PA]

[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
OVER PA]

[♪♪♪]

[PURRING]

[PASSENGERS CHATTERING QUIETLY]

[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
OVER PA]

Here's our jailbird now.

Here I am.

And you've paid
your debt to society?

How did you
even know to tell her?

I've always been able to see
when it's gonna happen.

Towards the end, a color comes.
What color?

Green.

It's your little witchy friend.

How do you do?

Hi.

Hope you haven't lost that cat.

[WHISPERS]
He's having his siesta
until we get through customs.

[CUSTOMS AGENT
SPEAKS IN FRENCH]

[IN ENGLISH]
What is the purpose
of your trip?

We're vacationists.
I wanna see the Eiffel Tower,

then die.

Madame?
[SIGHS]

Chasing after
youthful fantasies.

[♪♪♪]

Merci beaucoup.
Merci, madame.

[MEOWS]

I can't sleep.
Me, neither.

[SIGHS]

[♪♪♪]

It's cold.

[WAITERS SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY IN FRENCH]

[IN FRENCH]

[IN ENGLISH]
Yes, yes. Soon, buddy.
Soon. Okay?

[SIGHS]

[♪♪♪]

Madame!

[IN FRENCH]

[IN FRENCH]

WAITER [IN FRENCH]:

[CUSTOMERS MURMURING]

[♪♪♪]

For walking around.

Did you know
it's Christmas Eve?

[BICYCLE BELL RINGS]

[CLATTERING]

[KEYS RATTLING, DOOR THUNKS]

[GROANS, PANTING]

Come and get it away from me.

Christ, I'm dying!

[KEYS JANGLE]

Oh, don't you like it?

[BICYCLE BELL RINGS]

[BELL RINGS]

[♪♪♪]

[BELL RINGS]

[BELL RINGS]

[YOWLS]

What is it?
An invitation to a party.

Madame Reynard. Who is she?

She likes
her exclamation points.

[CHUCKLES]

FRANCES:
Your father and I
stayed around here

in a hotel for our honeymoon.

MALCOLM:
I can't imagine
you two on a honeymoon.

FRANCES:
Yeah. It was
all the normal things.

Hotels and the flowers
and the champagne.

It's strange to think
he was actually fun.

But in the beginning, he...
He really was.

[DOORBELL BUZZES]

[GASPS]

Hey! You made it.

Come in.

Let me take your coats.

Oh.

Thank you.

We're not early?

No! You're right on time.

But where are the others?

It's just us.

Would either of you
like a martini?

I've been waiting
all day for mine.

I would like a martini.
All right.

Frances?

[FOOTSTEPS RETREATING]

What the fuck is going on here?

REYNARD:
My husband died this summer.

After, I realized that
our friends were actually his.

And not only
that I didn't like them,

but they didn't like me,
either.

I don't miss them particularly,

but I miss the noise they made.

That's why I invited you over.

Ah, you want us to make noise.

[CHUCKLES]

No, um...

I'm...

lonely.

How'd he die?

He choked to death.
[CHUCKLES]

That's a new one.

Please don't be cruel to me.

It was difficult to get up
the nerve to ask you over.

I suppose I...

I don't see
why we're here, is all.

Just, I was curious to meet you.
Of course, I know who you are.

I grew up
in New York City, and...

You know,
we're the same age, about.

We just thought you were
so wonderful, my friends and I.

So wonderful.

And when I heard
you'd come to Paris,

I thought
we might become friends.

I appreciate that.

But the fact is,
I've no need of friends

in my life at the moment.

[CLEARS THROAT QUIETLY]

Well, that's...

I'm sorry to hear
that's the way you feel.

But...

you're here now.
And I've made a cassoulet.

And I vote we make the best
of it. What do you think?

Malcolm,
shall we make the best of it?

Of course.

Would you like another martini
before the wine?

Yes, please.
Okay. All right.

You're being a dick.

Isn't it awful?

All right, I'll stop.
I'm sorry.

Ugh.

[SIGHS]

You know,
he died in that very chair.

Here.

Uh, what, may I ask,
did he choke on?

Ah, lamb.

Ah.

And have you eaten lamb since?

No, but you know, I never liked
lamb much in the first place.

FRANCES:
Yeah, no. I don't, either.

The gamy meats
somehow summon the fact

of the animal's existence,

which puts me
in mind of its death.

REYNARD:
I've never thought of it before.

Whereas a steak

is simply a steak.

Yes! That's right.

I was just going to use
the powder room myself.

I won't be a moment.

[SNIFFS]
[FOOTSTEPS RETREATING]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Go look in the freezer.

What?

Go look.
Why?

Go look.

[FREEZER DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

I've never understood them.

What's to understand?

Is it something one uses alone

or with someone there
to...help?

Either or.

Hmm.

But why would you want it cold?

That's the mystery.

[DOOR OPENS]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[CHUCKLES]

I'm a little crocked, I think.

Malcolm, would you mind
serving the cassoulet?

Thank you.
I'll scald myself if I try.

Everything's ready
for you in the kitchen.

It, uh...

Becomes like water,
doesn't it? Heh.

Mm, it's better than water.

[LAUGHS]

Can I share
a recollection I have of you?

All right.
Uh, it was about...

a dozen years ago,

in the months
after your husband's death.

I was eating
with a group at Le Circe.

And a man at my table

was speaking
poorly of your husband

when you came in.

Oh, you looked so smart.

We couldn't help but stare.

Then, you passed by the table.

The man stopped you and said:

"Mrs. Price,
I knew your husband well.

And it's all I can do
not to dance on his grave."

Do you remember it?

No. I don't.

Oh, really?

And what did I say to him?

That's the thing.

You didn't say a word.
You drank his drink.

Straight Scotch.

And you stared at him

with a look of...

absolute indifference.

The poor man...

didn't know what to do.

He was so ashamed.

I'm sorry I was rude to you.

[WHISPERS]
Oh...

My life has...

fallen completely to pieces.

And I'm up...

set about it.

I-- I...

know just what you mean.

I'm sure you do.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
Oh.

Here comes Malcolm.

Sustenance!

[♪♪♪]

[CAR HORNS HONKING]

SUSAN [ON PHONE]: Hello?
MALCOLM: Hi, Sudsy.

What are you doing?

It's 6:30 in the morning.

MALCOLM:
Right.

Shit, I'm sorry.

SUSAN:
Where are you?

MALCOLM:
I'm by the canal.

I'm calling because
I wanted to hear your voice.

Here it is. Here is my voice.

TOM [ON PHONE]:
I'm out.

Who's that?

SUSAN:
Tom, wait.

Good luck today.
[DOOR CLOSES]

Good going, Malcolm.

Were you expecting me
to mourn my loss in perpetuity?

Yes, I was.
Well, it's beyond all reason

for you to try and make me
feel bad about this,

so don't you dare.
Fine, but...

[SNIFFLES]

Who is this person?

Tom? I've told you
about Tom before.

He was my fiancé in college.

What were you
wishing him luck for?

He has
an important meeting today.

Oh, an important meeting?

That sounds important.
Enough, Malcolm.

Listen, he says
he wants to marry me.

Hello?

Uh...

Do you wanna
come visit me in Paris?

Did you hear what I said?
Yeah, I heard you.

But you're
already engaged to me.

That's polygamy. It's illegal.

Malcolm.
It's a felony.

Malcolm.
What?

Will you--

Can you please not call here?

At least not for a while.

I've been feeling better
in the last couple of weeks,

and I'd appreciate
you keeping some distance.

Hello?

[LINE CLICKS,
DISCONNECT TONE BEEPING]

[♪♪♪]

[HISSES, SNARLS]
Ouch!

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Is he back yet?

No.

Does that hurt?

No.

Thank you.

What are you thanking me for?

[♪♪♪]

REYNARD:
Perhaps you could take

Small Frank's departure

as a signal to welcome
another animal into your lives.

A kitten is
an agent of great good.

I didn't want a cat in the
first place. I don't like cats.

It was only that Small Frank
impressed himself upon us.

And there was nothing
to do but endure him.

All right,
but if you feel that way

and now that he's run off,
can't you simply let him go?

No!

REYNARD:
Oh.

[WHISPERS]
I've upset your mother.

[DOOR CLOSES]
Well, she's upset

in the general sense.

We're out of champagne.

Do you ever feel
that you've had

adulthood thrust upon you
at too young an age?

And that...

you're still
essentially a child...

mimicking the behaviors of
the grown-ups all around you

so they won't uncover the
meager contents of your heart?

The witch
you fucked on the boat.

Malcolm fucked a witch
on the boat over.

[POPS]
She understood him, didn't she?

I think she did.
Well?

Why can't
we ask her where he is?

I don't know that she'd know,

and I don't know how
we'd find her, either.

I would like for one of you
to please explain

what you're talking about.
Well, the fucked witch

and Small Frank were connected.

Let's not call her that.

She understood about him.

What is there to understand
about Small Frank exactly?

I'm puzzled,
and this is what's puzzling me.

[SIGHS]

It's not something we...

typically discuss.

But the long
and short of it is...

that my dead husband lives
inside of that cat.

[LIGHTER CLICKS, LIGHTS]

Is that a fact?

An unfortunate fact.

How do you know this?

It's an understood thing.

Can you make it
understood to me?

I don't know.

I wish you'd be good
and take my word for it.

I'll try.

Frank ran away because I told
him something he didn't like.

REYNARD:
And what was that?

I'm sorry,
but I choose not to say.

Anyway...

I believe she might
be able to help

and that we should
seek her out.

Seek out the fucked witch?
That's right.

Let's find something
besides that to call her.

How do we find her
is the question.

I got it!
[CLANGS]

Ooh, ow!

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

Private investigator.

Who may I do what for?

I and my son
need to find a girl.

A young woman.
She's a clairvoyant

from the United States
living in Paris.

Or is she not living here,
but visiting, Malcolm?

I don't know.
Anyway, she's around.

What is your relationship
to this woman, madame?

Uh, none whatsoever.

My son knows her, though.
Carnally.

[CHOKING GURGLE]

[COUGHING]

It can be helpful
for me to understand

the nature of your desire
to find this person.

Well...

we've lost our cat.

Yes?

And this woman, we believe,

might be of
some assistance in locating him.

She knows
the cat's whereabouts?

Not at the moment, but, uh,
it's come to our attention

that this woman
can speak to the cat

in her mind, you see.

What is the name of this woman?

Madeleine.

We don't know her surname.

This is far too much, madame.

Keep it. It's like a tip.

Just you find our little witch
for us, all right?

All right.

[♪♪♪]

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]

FRANCES:
I saw a man's penis yesterday.

He was pissing in the park
opposite the apartment.

Have you noticed
men simply take them out

and use them here?

There's no harm in it,
I suppose, but it--

Well, it does take
some getting used to.

Yesterday's
was memorably large.

What a gift
that must be for a man.

What a lottery life is.

Well, it was nice to see it,
I'll admit.

Oh, Joan.

When the money runs out,
I'm going to kill myself.

But I want you to know
that you were the only one,

other than Frank, when he
was himself, and Malcolm.

Please, will you take care
of him, if you can somehow?

I've always admired your heart.

Your heart
is the rightest of all.

[GIRLS SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

[LAUGHING, CHATTERING]

[IN FRENCH]

[♪♪♪]

REYNARD:
I don't know
who's famous anymore.

These people
are all strangers to me.

[CHILDREN CHATTERING]
[MEN SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

[SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

[MEN ARGUING IN FRENCH]

[ALL EXCLAIMING]

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]
REYNARD: Entrée.

Would you mind
telling me the story?

FRANCES:
Oh. All right.

Well, uh...

Well, I was--

I was leaving
for Vail that weekend.

And the car
was idling in the street.

And the driver
was loading up my luggage.

And I remember thinking, heh,

it was silly to explain
to Frank that I was going,

because he wouldn't care,
and what was the point?

But I decided I would tell him.

And...

up the stairs I went,
and he was dead.

In our bed.

There was a cat...

sitting on his chest.

Uh...licking his face.

Making the most awful noise.

But I couldn't seem to feel

anything but a sense
of hopelessness and...

I mean, that there was
nothing to be done.

And then came the feeling

of just wishing to go.

And then needing to.

When I returned Monday evening,

he was exactly
where I left him.

Only he was blown up
like a balloon, heh.

And the color of one too.

Well, I called the paramedics,
who called the police.

When I returned home
from the precinct...

paparazzi were on the stoop.

And so was the cat.

He followed me inside

as though
it was a natural thing.

I knew just to look at him.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[♪♪♪]

[THUNDER CRASHING]

[MEOWS]

MADELEINE:
Franklin?

Franklin?

Are you there?

We're here with you, Franklin.

Won't you please speak with us?

FRANK: Who are you?
[GASPS]

Madeleine.

We met on the boat
on the way to France.

Do you remember?

What do you want?
Just to speak with you.

I'm here
with Frances and Malcolm.

Hello, Frank.

Hello.
How are you?

Well, you know.

Malcolm?

Yeah, Dad?
What's this all about?

All what about?
The hocus-pocus.

Just that you ran off,
you know?

We were curious
where you'd gone off to.

No one place.
I'm behaving nomadically.

REYNARD:
You're living by your wits.
I admire that.

Who said that?

Madame Reynard is my name.

I'm so very happy to meet you.

I'm a great friend
of your wife and son.

Honestly, they've had
a remarkable influence on me.

I believe that friendship
is a greater force for good

than any religion ever was.
Don't you agree?

Frances, please!

Why'd you run away, Dad?

Good question.

Great question.

Why don't you ask your mother?

Why did Dad run away?

It's pretty complicated.

It's not that complicated.
Where are you, Frank?

[THUNDER RUMBLES]
I choose not to answer that.

Does anyone wanna know why?
JULIUS & REYNARD: I do.

I do too.
I do and I don't.

It's just a small matter of
Frances' intention

to kill me with her bare hands.

[SCOFFS, LAUGHING]

Hey, Malcolm?
Yes, Dad.

What do you think of all this?

Your mother
wants to kill your father.

Yeah.

Any thoughts on it?

To be honest, Dad...

I'd just as soon
not get involved.

Nice. That's nice.

That's family for you.

I guess what
I mean to say, Dad,

is I don't think it's really
fair for you to ask me

to weigh in on this.

Considering the fact
that I don't know who you are.

Have never known who you are.

And not because
I didn't want to.

But because you never so much
as parted the curtain for me.

Never showed me the slightest
preference or kindness.

Even as a child,
when I worshiped you.

And all I ever wished for was
for you to take me by the hand

and walk me
through any motherfucking park,

pat me on the fucking head.

For chrissakes, was I that
repellent a creature to you?

[GLASS SHATTERS]

What's eating him?!

He just told you
what's eating him, Frank.

He hates you.

Fuck you.

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

[♪♪♪]

[QUIET SNORING]

[CHILDREN CHATTERING
IN DISTANCE]

[CHILDREN CHATTERING]

[IN FRENCH]

No, thank you.

Uh...

[IN ENGLISH]
Yeah, forgive me for my state.

I am normally quite handsome.

Not just my friends
would say it.

Mm.

Do you know, I...

I saw what happened yesterday.

Is that right?
Mm.

What did you make of it?

Just that I thought
you behaved very bravely.

How is it that
you're not in jail?

Thick wrists, madame.

I just slip out of my handcuffs
like Billy the Kid.

I've changed my mind...

about the orange.

Only the finest orange
for you, madame.

The finest, most delectable
orange in this sack.

For you, my guest.

The mysterious,
beautiful woman in the window.

Hold your hand.

May I have some
of your orange, madame?

[CHUCKLES]

I'm very ill.

I haven't got
much longer to live, actually.

You'd be doing me a great favor

if you would accept this.

Why?
It would make me happy.

Won't you take it all?

No. See that man over there?

He'll take your money.

[♪♪♪]

[WATER SHUTS OFF]

[WHIRRING]

[DOOR RATTLES]

Where is she?
In the bath.

[POUNDING ON DOOR]

FRANCES:What?

[SHUDDERING SOBS]

Mm?
[SNIFFLING, SIGHING]

[CLICKS TONGUE, SIGHS]

How long will you
be staying in Paris?

JOAN:
I, uh...

I can't say.

May I ask who you are?
Madame Reynard is my name.

How do you do?
I do well.

In fact, I do very well.

Where will you be staying?

It can be difficult finding
a hotel at the last minute.

This is my apartment.

Who is this horrible woman
in my home?

[FRANCES CHUCKLES]

FRANCES:
Give her a chance.
She isn't so bad.

Since when do you
humor your admirers?

Strange, isn't it?

Perhaps I'm...

simply tired.

Yes, I think that's what it is.

And this?

Well, I have no idea
how that was sent.

Its delivery doesn't concern me
so much as its contents.

A low day
and the mood has passed.

Has it?

Yes, dear.

[♪♪♪]

It's very nice to meet you.

Likewise,
it's a pleasure meeting you.

I slept in.

Who are you?

Ballpark figure.

How many people
are staying here?

This is it.
[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

Entrée!
[DOOR OPENS]

Well!

But this is everyone.

I promise.

Oh, before I met Susan,
I thought I knew what it was

to be in love.

Said it and meant it.

Heard it said to me
and so glad to know.

But...

what are those feelings
compared to this?

This-- This is something else.
This is...

a love poets aspire to.

Are you a poet?
I work in finance.

There is, I feel,
a certain, uh,

poetry in numbers.

Gross.
What did you say?

I said, gross.

I asked Susan to marry me,
and it was looking good.

Then she gets this
early-morning telephone call.

Since she hung up the phone,
I've been playing catch up,

trying to figure out
what she wants.

And if I'm not mistaken,
she wants him.

REYNARD: Well?
SUSAN: I thought I was happy.

I-- I was happy.

But then Malcolm called...

and now, I--
I don't know what I'm doing.

What am I doing, Malcolm?

I wonder if you could take
your head out of your ass

for just the briefest moment.Wait.

It's a complicated situation,
but I believe we can express

our respective points of view

while maintaining our dignity.
Bravo.

Which isn't to say
we should hide our emotions.

REYNARD: Oh, never.
For example, uh,

I feel that
I could kill Malcolm.

Actually murder him.
Here and now.

But no.

I won't do that.

You're lucky.

I've always been lucky.

REYNARD:
Have you?

I've been neither
lucky nor unlucky.

I've been luckless.

I've been incredibly lucky
at times and...

well, tragically
unlucky at others.

I've only been unlucky.

But I have a sense
that this will change

suddenly and permanently.

Anyway,
that's what I tell myself.

I've only been unlucky.

And, heh, I believe
I will always be.

[♪♪♪]

It's not big enough
for the two of us.

No, it's not.

I talk in my sleep.

That's all right.

Also, I gnash my teeth.

All right.
[CLEARS THROAT SOFTLY]

And I have sleep apnea,
and sometimes I sleepwalk.

If you see me
set out to wander,

you mustn't wake me.
Okay.

Sweet dreams, Madame Reynard.

[WHISPERING]
We're just...

[LAUGHING]

...two little old ladies.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

[♪♪♪]

Saffron is not on the list.

It's a needed thing.

And three bottles?

We'll use it.

Later or sooner.

[BOTTLES CLATTERING]

Darling, would you please
grab us a cheese plate?

Pardon.

[IN FRENCH]

[IN ENGLISH]
Five hundred?

[IN FRENCH]

[REGISTER BEEPING]

[CASHIER IN FRENCH]

We'll need these delivered,
is that all right?

CASHIER:
Oui, madame.

JOAN:
I told Don
I had to run to Paris

because I thought
you might kill yourself.

He was fiddling
with the remote. He told me:

"Tell her hello
if you get there in time."

Hmm.
I had a moment earlier this year

when I realized,
when you get older,

you don't even want love.

Not the kind we believed in
when we were younger.

Heh, who has
the energy for that?

When I think of the way
we used to carry on about it.

FRANCES:
Ugh, I know.

JOAN:
Men and women throwing
themselves out of windows.

What you want
is to know someone's there.

But you also want them
to leave you alone.

I have that with Don.
Hmm.

We allow ourselves contentment.

And a heart brings us ease
in its good time.

It's a nice thought.

You don't agree with me?

It hasn't been that way for me.

JOAN:
I'm sorry I just find
the whole thing so contemptuous.

The very idea
of a suicide note.

The idea of suicide
coming from you.

And it's such a cliché,
isn't it?

Someone so bright and promising

killing themselves
after the glamour has passed.

[SIGHS]

Well...

for one...

that's an extremely
shitty thing to say to me.

Two...

the glamour passed
a long time ago,

and you know
very well that it did.

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

Third...

Three, yes.

My life is riddled by clichés.

But you know what a cliché is?

It's a story
so fine and thrilling

that it's grown old
in its hopeful retelling.

People tell it.

Not so many live it.

JULIUS:
Two, three, go!

[BOTH GRUNTING]

REYNARD:
I can't claim to know

either of you well,
or at all.

But I can see you're
above such petty jealousies.

Ugliness begets ugliness.

I volunteer
we strive for grace.

Neither of us
is bothered, Madame Reynard.

You say that.

But obviously,
you don't mean it.

But I'm not in love
with Malcolm.

To be honest, I don't even
like him very much.

[ARM CRASHES ON TABLE]

TOM:
Malcolm.

Ready?

Go.

You win.
Come on!

Do it right.

Two, three...

go!

He's not even trying.
You're the big winner.

It's not winning
if I win like that.

If I win...

you take your bags,

and you leave. Alone.

[CHUCKLES]

[HANDS CLAP]
JULIUS: Okay.

JULIUS:Ready?

Two, three, go!

Wait a minute.
What did I win?

Nothing.

Everything is exactly
the same as it was before.

[REYNARD SNICKERS]

REYNARD:
This...

This reminds me
of the performance artist

I saw on the television.

She walked the length
of the Great Wall of China.

Then, she broke up
with her boyfriend, and then...

people paid good money
to see her go to the bathroom

in a bucket.

[SNORTING CHUCKLE]

In a museum.

I used to worry about my not
understanding modern art. Huh.

TOM:
I don't like you people.

I don't like these people.
They're not normal people.

Ooh, couldn't you
please find it in your heart

to like us just a little bit?

No.

TOM:
Where's your bag?

Time to say goodbye, Susan.
[LUGGAGE ROLLING ACROSS FLOOR]

Susan.
Tom--

[ALL GASP]

[SIGHS]

[ALL GASP]

We're leaving, Susan.

SUSAN:
You go ahead.

No, I'm really gonna go.

This is your last chance.

It's now or never.

Never, please.

Thank you.

[DOOR OPENS]

Um...

I sing to use the waiting

My bonnet but to tie

And shut the door

Unto my house

No more to do have I

Till his best step approaching

We journey to the day

And tell each other how we sang

To keep the dark away

[REYNARD CHUCKLES]

[♪♪♪]

I'm bothered by the thought
of you hating your father.

I don't like you carrying
that around with you.

Also, I don't quite feel
your father warrants it.

This coming from the person
who wants to strangle him?

[CHUCKLES]

Can I ask you
a very dramatic question?

Yes.

Why did you have me
in the first place?

[INHALES DEEPLY]

Well, that is...

dramatic.

Well...

it wasn't planned, of course.

I thought
I couldn't have children.

Had never wanted one.

Then, when it happened,
we thought...

your presence could
help us come together.

And, well, you were
a last-ditch effort,

in effect.

But then,
when he saw you, it...

I don't know,
clarified something for him.

And he turned away forever
from you and me.

Both.

But I shouldn't hate him?

[SUCKS TEETH, SIGHS]

Your father
is an emotional moron.

But he isn't evil.

What happened when you saw me?

Oh.

I've never been so hurt...

by something in my life
as when I saw your face

for the first time.

Why?

Because you were your father.

Because you were me.

Because you were
all three of us.

So ruinous.

And why did you
come to me when you did?

That was strange,
wasn't it? Heh.

It was unexpected.

I wanted you to come, you know.

But I wanted you
to come for so long

that when you finally did,
I was confused.

I'm sorry.

I know.

But don't be.

I was happy. Really.

Were you?
Yes.

I didn't know you were you.

I'd have come
right away if I had.

I'd never have let you go
in the first place.

You understand
what it did for me.

Yes.

I hope you do.
I do.

[♪♪♪]

I love you, pal.

I love you too.

Good night.

ALL:
Good night.

[DOOR SHUTS]

[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]

FRANCES [WHISPERING]: Madeleine.
Mm.

Madeleine.
Mm.

[REGULAR VOICE]
Were you sleeping?

FRANK: No.
What are you doing?

Just sitting
here under this bench.

Well, I was just
thinking about you.

I thought I'd give you a ring.

[CHUCKLES]

Don't you wanna know
what I was thinking about?

All right.
Three things, actually.

Do you remember our first date?

I don't. No.

Yes, you do! You took me
to Tavern on the Green.

You ate your cupcake
with a fork and knife. No?

No.
Why did you do that?

The fork and knife, I mean.

[SIGHS]

I don't know, Frances.

Who knows?
[SUCKS TEETH]

[SIGHS]

The second thing is

I'm feeling badly
about our last conversation.

And I want you to know

I don't hate you anymore.

It's late
to be telling me this.

Late at night, or late in life?

Both, but mainly late in life.

I can't understand that
as an attitude.

Your wife of long years,

who only days earlier
wanted to murder you,

has had a sudden shift
in feeling for the good.

Is that not noteworthy?

I guess so. But, Frances...
What?

I'm a cat.
I know that.

I'm a cat.

And I've got worms and fleas.

And, you know, I'm not
much concerned about anything

besides the unhappy fact
of my horrible,

my truly horrible,
miserable fucking existence.

I see.

Well...

are you ready
for the third thing?

Heh, sure.

When I came
to Paris the first time,

do you remember
what I told you about it?

About how I felt...

startled to be here?

I remember you telling me.

Oh. You remember something.

How nice that is for you.
And me.

Oh, it's nice
for the both of us. Hail, hail.

Well...

I figured out
what I was startled by.

And what's that?

I recognized Paris as the
eventual location of my death.

What does that mean?

Something...

in the sight of this city...

sent up an alert.

It was the presentiment
of what was to come.

Do you see?

Frances--
[BLOWS]

Thank you.

That's all.

[♪♪♪]

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[MAN SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

Excuse me.

[IN ENGLISH]
Are you all right, madame?

Why wouldn't I be?

Just that
it's quite late to be out.

You are.

That's true.

I've lost my cat.

Yes. You've got the look
of someone who has.

And that's why you are
out so late on your own?

You want me to help you look?

No.

No, thank you.

[♪♪♪]

Frances?

We'll fan out and meet
back here in an hour, right?

All right.
Right.

REYNARD:
Susan, will you stay here
in case she comes back?

Madeleine's bag isn't here.
Well, there you go.

Frances probably
walked her to the train.

Malcolm, put your coat on.

[♪♪♪]

[GATE CREAKS, SLAMS]

[RUNNING FOOTSTEPS]

So how was it?

How was what?
Your educational experience.

I don't know.
Don't say "I don't know."

Of course you know.
What was it like?

Not really very much fun.

Didn't you have any friends?

Some.

But you found
the relationships unfulfilling?

I don't...

I don't...

What was the food like?

The food was awful.

Your father's dead, pal.

I know.

How do you know?

Kids told me.

They showed it to me
in the paper.

What did the papers say?

That he died a while ago.
About me, I mean.

What did it say about me?

It's okay.

Go ahead.

It said you were arrested.
Mm. Why was I arrested?

It said you didn't do
what you were supposed to do.

Look.

What was done
and what was not done

was done or not done for
a very good, very real reason.

All right?
All right.

And what you have to understand
is that I was not wrong.

If this is going to work...

you and me, I mean,

you're going to have to take
my word for that. All right?

Okay?

Okay.

[ENGINE STARTS]
What was jail like?

Not really very much fun.

What was the food like?

You're getting it.

Now, let's have that tie.

Why?
Oh, it's-- Ugh.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]