Bel Ami Page #3

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I need to eat, too.

Why don't you try earning it?

Diary Of A Cavalry Officer.

Whatever happened to that?

Perhaps you can get my wife to write it.

Perhaps you think you can

draw your salary

and she will do your job for you.

Now, I...

I brought you into my home,

I fed you, I clothed you,

and how do you repay me?

By learning to play cup and ball.

I mean, my...

If you'll shut up, I'll write it now.

You will, will you?

There you are, Forestier.

Did you really write this?

Yes.

You write like an errand boy.

Rousset shall see this.

Forestier.

Forestier!

Pompous idiot.

He can talk.

Couldn't even write his own name

without his wife to spell it for him.

You know what they say about her.

What?

You know. Vaudrec.

You shut your mouth.

You don't know her.

Monsieur Rousset regrets to inform you

that your services are

no longer required.

Pack up and get out.

You're on your own, Duroy.

There's no women to help you here.

Madame Rousset.

I hope you'll forgive me for intruding.

Monsieur Duroy.

I wanted to make a gift to you

of these pears

I received from my parents' orchard

in Normandy today.

Oh. How very kind.

Would you care to join us?

I would. Thank you.

Will you eat a pear, Madame Rousset?

Well, Um.

Yes, I think I might.

Head of Gossip.

Head of Gossip?

Ah, Duroy.

You remember my wife.

Monsieur Duroy.

Now, do you remember

Madame de Marelle?

Of course.

Well, Bel ami.

Don't you have a smile

for your old friend?

Let's go into dinner, ladies.

We have pages and pages

of gossip for you.

Madame Forestier.

Bel ami. Ha!

I thought you'd forgotten me.

Impossible.

I missed you so much.

Why didn't you come to me?

I thought you didn't want me anymore.

I always want you.

I must go.

My husband

will be wondering where I am.

My other husband.

Your rich husband.

The father of my daughter.

Will you lace me up?

Don't forget to tie a double bow.

- Like your husband does it?

- Mmm.

Poor Charles.

He won't live to see another spring.

Madeleine has taken him to the sea,

but it won't help.

Poor thing.

She won't be a widow for long.

Thank you for coming.

You're the only one.

How is he?

I brought him to Cannes

to make him better.

But I'll bury him here.

They're my favourite. Thank you.

You've come to see me die.

No. I've just come to escape the city.

Because I'm going to live.

Yes.

I am.

I'm going to live.

Help me.

I want to go for a drive!

You're not strong enough.

Help

I want you to listen

to what I have to say

and try to understand.

Don't be angry.

I only want you to know that

with one word you can make me happy.

You can make me your friend,

your brother,

or you can make me your husband.

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