Love in the Afternoon Page #2

Can't we stop this dreadful noise?

I'm a very nervous man.

Of course, Monsieur.

- Ariane, please, not now.

- Yes, Papa.

Before I show you these photographs...

...I wish to point out that they were

taken under very difficult conditions.

The light was bad,

the distance considerable...

...and the angle was quite impossible.

Please, Monsieur.

Is the news good or bad?

That depends. Is this your wife?

- Here.

- Thank you.

It looks like her.

- Then, I regret to inform you, it

looks bad. - There is another man?

There is.

And I regret to say that he looks good.

- He does.

- And here we have the two together.

Please, Monsieur,

you must not excite yourself.

- I'm trying.

- Would you like some brandy?

No, thanks. It gives me heartburn.

How about some aspirin?

No, thanks. It gives me a headache.

What did you say his name was?

His name is Frank Flannagan.

American. Very rich.

Oil, construction business,

turbo-jet engines, Pepsi- Cola...

"The Pause that Refreshes"?

No, that's the other one:

"Pepsi- Cola Hits the Spot!"

But we must not jump to conclusions.

It's this terrible uncertainty

that's driving me mad.

He comes to Paris every year.

And I always know when he comes...

...because my business

improves noticeably.

I should have taken my wife

with me to London.

He does very well in London, too.

Also in Rome, Vienna, Madrid.

Here are the Scandinavian countries.

There was an episode in Stockholm...

...involving twin sisters.

But why should I bore

you with statistics?

How long has this been going on?

Well, I imagine ever

since he was 16.

No! I mean with my wife.

A week or so.

They are having supper every night

in his suite at the Ritz.

The Ritz? Everybody knows

us at the Ritz.

I wouldn't worry.

She's very discreet.

She always uses the service elevator,

and she always wears a veil.

That's good.

She usually arrives at his suite,

No. 14, at 9:
00.

You will be relieved to know

that they are not alone.

They're not?

There is always

a four- piece gypsy orchestra.

They open the program

with something called Hot Paprika.

Then, a little Liszt,

a little Lehr, a czardas or two...

...and at five minutes before 10:00

they always play Fascination.

Fascination?

No, no. That's not the way it goes.

- Quite pretty, isn't it?

- Yes. What comes after that?

That's it. They play Fascination,

and they leave.

- And my wife?

- She stays.

We must not jump to conclusions.

Here is the window of

Suite 14 at 11:
00.

12:
00.

1:
00.

2:
00.

3:
00. 4:00...

- What are you doing?

- I'm jumping to conclusions!

Please, Monsieur. Put that away.

You must not shoot your wife.

You will only bungle the job.

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