Les femmes sont folles Page #5

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What if I throw in

say...300,000 francs?

I didn't say "at any price"!

Here's the program.

I stick your photo in an envelope

with a fake letter

from the publishers.

I send the letter to my wife.

And this evening,

you come to the chateau,

on the pretext that you've come

to look for some lost inspiration.

- Then ?

- What do you mean "then"?

To turn my wife right off you,

making Robert Patrick

a horrible,

crude, pretentious, drunkard.

Impossible to like.

That's a very clever idea.

It's not quite in my line,

because I usually play...

It'll be fun... I'll try my best.

- How do you want him to look ?

- You're the expert.

How about a monocle, for example?

- No, too distinguished.

- No trouble.

Glasses better?

Too bourgeois.

- Like this?

- Professor.

The mouth a bit twisted ?

A bit of a squint ?

- Don't make him attractive.

- That's what makes it hard for me.

- What if I give him a beard?

- Oh no.

- But it ruins my looks.

- It's too risky.

- Why? Because of germs?

- It can fall off.

- Oh! I've got an idea.

- What ?

You look like a seal.

It's morally necessary

to sabotage this guy, right?

I'll do it cleanly.

- Just give him a moustache.

- You think so?...wait...

We'll make him a military author.

There's an advance of

- 100,000 and I'll be an assassin.

- Calm down you dope.

Wow, get a load of that !

- That's my wife.

Out of sight.

- Your shot, mile.

Try to play properly.

Yes, Hector.

You seem to be

in very good spirits, Gaston.

The prospect of a few days off

really appeals to me.

- You want something?

- No.

Mariette, did you

give Mrs Baudouin her letter?

Yes sir, she was very pleased.

No need to comment, Mariette.

Some good news ?

Lucie sent me a photo

of her little dog.

- Wasn't that nice of her ?

- Yes, very nice indeed.

Mariette, fetch me my scarf,

I'm cold.

Yes, madame.

Aren't you feeling well, darling?

It's cold in this house.

I'm going to bed.

- A small brandy to warm you up?

- No.

Mr

Robert Patrick.

I offer my respects, ladies. Gentlemen.

I've heard a lot about you.

Robilleau, of Robilleau DeLuxe.

- The vacuum-cleaner?

- Yes.

Hello...congratulations.

- So how's business?

- Not bad thanks...yours?

So-so... Maybe you're wondering

about my visit?

Just a pilgrimage.

I happened to be passing.

- I'm the man who passes.

- Ah.

I'm just in from China.

The women there are communists.

They wanted to share me.

It's exhausting.

Then I remembered this old chateau

that'd been mine.

It's still yours.

You would honour me

by regarding it as such.

You're the White Knight

of the vacuum-cleaner.

Lets not exaggerate...

I accept in all humility.

This is all yours?

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