Ready to Wear Page #4

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- Okay, I'm coming.

- Please.

- Oh, your smoke, Pilar.

You're killing us.

Oui?

Oui, c'est moi.

- Murdered?

- Jack!

Put on the news.

C'est pas possible. He was here.

A little bit more...

Olivier has been murdered.

What? What? What?

- When did this happen?

- What happened?

Does... his wife know yet?

Oh, mon Dieu!

Madame.

We're coming to you live from

the historic Pont Alexandre in Paris...

where Olivier de la Fontaine...

Eyewitnesses report a stocky man,

possibly in his mid-60s...

...fleeing the scene by plunging...

This is a shocking prelude to

the spring pret-a-porter collections...

the glittering spectacle

Olivier de la Fontaine choreographed...

each season

for a cast of thousands.

It's, uh...

It's this... this one.

- You took photographs?

Can I have the roll?

- Oui. Yes.

Okay. You give your...

You give your name.

He jumped off the bridge,

just like that. He just jumped off.

- Totally bizarre. Completely strange.

- I-I saw the whole thing.

Il est ou le chauffeur?

- Could you identify the guy?

- All white people look alike to me.

All right. How can you tell

him apart from your boss, if it's true?

By his clothes, how do you think?

That's how I tell everybody apart.

Our tickets for shows...

How much longer?

Miss, how much longer?

Checkout time is 12:00.

Well, that's an hour

and 20 minutes.

You're not telling me I have to

wait an hour and 20 minutes, are you?

This is just

making it longer.

Come on, come on. Right around here.

Right here should be fine.

Yeah, I'm checking out.

Joe Flynn.

Slim! Slim!

Slim? Slim, hey.

Oh, hello, Kitty.

There's a phone call

for you from Washington.

Am I invisible? I've been standing here

for a half an hour!

- You can use the phone

on the desk right there.

- All right.

Hello?

Hi. I'm Anne Eisenhower from the Houston

Chronicle. I should have a reservation.

and the only person

still living...

who can give Saint Laurent

colour tips.

Slim, we've missed you

so very much...

- since you've, uh, retired from Vogue.

- Really?

I'm a sports reporter, for Christ's

sake! I don't know dick about fashion.

You're all

we got, pal. Now, Matthews wants...

Oh, for God's sake! I gotta leave

Paris. You gotta use the f***in' wire.

- This is a big story.

- What's so special about this dead guy?

What's his name?

The dead guy!

- De la Fontaine. Olivier

de la Fontaine. Got that?

- Yeah, right. Do me a favour.

Call my wife.

She's not gonna believe me.

- F***in' cocksuckers!

- Here's the key to your room.

Whoa, whoa. New ball game. I-I-I'm

not checking out. I'm not checking out.

- What'd you say?

- No, I'm not checking out.

I'm not leaving. I'm staying.

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