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Hi, Marc.

- - Thanks, Marc.

Honey, it's okay. It's okay.

- I'm here. -

Mrs. P. Needs to be alone.

Go to the movies, would you, dear?

- Yes, sir. - And you know what?

Get Janice and the grandkids, take everyone

to Chitty Chitty Bang Bang at the Paris Cinema,

- and then Serendipity, okay? - Oh...

It's on me.

Dean, none of that fluffy shit, please.

Baby's breath is vomitous.

You have ten minutes, and out the door.

More delphinium.

Martha, leave us alone, please, would you?

- Thank you, Martha. - Thank you.

Tell me everything from the beginning.

- Tell me what happened. -

Well...

I was in Paris, as you know.

The Givenchy fittings, the shows.

It was perfect.

And-and Hubert,

he did something truly wonderful for me.

Well, he's such a master.

Yes, he's such a master.

It was really a great work of art.

- I was struck. -

Well, I... I just wished.

I wished someone had been there with me.

Bill, not because it's romantic with him anymore,

but you want to... you want to share these things.

Love him and hate him, all in the same moment,

but somehow,

being in Paris just brought it all to the fore.

Of course.

See, we have a life, and deep down,

I just keep finding myself rather lonely.

I know.

He's done the worst thing you can do.

- He's taken me for granted. -

What is it? What did he do?

I told him I was coming. I gave him just enough warning.

I found out Bill was still having

his grotesque little affair with Happy Rockefeller.

- He was, still? - Now,

- in... our... home. - Go back.

We're talking the governor's wildebeest wife here?

That was still going on?

I thought that was a one-time, at best.

So did I.

- Ew. - But he just wanted

to keep screwing the governor's wife

because he got... he gets a kick out of it.

And this is what is so humiliating.

And that fat-ankled harridan.

Yes!

It's so humiliating to me

because I still do... love him.

He lied to your face.

- Yes. - Mm.

And even though that part

of our marriage has been over for years,

and God knows, I do understand, but there are rules,

certain rules, aren't there,

about how much humiliation one can stand?

- Sure. - Because Happy Rockefeller...

She was always so jealous.

Oh, so jealous.

So jealous.

Here's what happened.

Don't you think we should have

at least one last hurrah

before she gets back, for God's sake?

Happy, she's flying back today.

Look, she and I talked, and-and she's right.

It was fun, but... come on.

Well, she's not back yet, and we've been relatively discreet.

I don't know. I don't know.

It's one last fuck for the road, okay?

To take with me.

I want to...

taste you in my mouth one last time.

Well, when you put it that way...

We have some time still.

- Come over. - Happy?

Where you going?

Saks. My hat from Milan just came in.

Oh.

Anyway, I mean, big vision...

That shitty perfume she wears.

Caleche. Hermes.

So...

Too much sandalwood for a woman with her face.

Hey, listen, what are you making it so dark for?

I like looking at you. I'll see.

What the hell is this?

You ruined my life.

You used me to be the punch line of some sick joke about what?

Being... better than Nelson?

All I know is, I get off the Concorde,

and I walked into that.

You think you can get that stain out

before your cunt wife gets back?

The evidence is all there.

Should I?

Hmm. Go look.

What happened?

Was someone shot in here?

Well...

you're gonna need a new mattress.

The menstruating, so calculated.

And you being in menopause.

Which he obviously discussed with...

I'm divorcing him. It's over.

Finally, the final humiliation.

I don't know.

No, no, you're not.

I'm not? What... what do you mean?

Honey, you're not a sexual creature anymore.

Think about it. You have a great life.

He's the most powerful man in America, really.

Fuck Richard Nixon. It's Bill Paley.

You have a house in Bermuda, a mansion in Coral Gables,

a thing in London, and four kids.

Don't be another divorcée of Manhattan,

slowly going nuts up in Westchester,

where you'll end up moving to get away from him,

because he's everywhere.

What do you want?

Figure out what it is you want, darling.

I know you've had your eye

on that Van Gogh sunflower painting.

Well, there's a Gauguin,

Seed of Areoi, coming up at Sotheby's.

And a nice Matisse Princess Margaret's trying to lay off.

- Take both. -

Woman with a Veil.

Look, he'll buy you anything you want right now,

so make him pay.

But follow my advice.

Don't tell anyone.

What are you talking about?

You want me to live with this?

- No. Listen to me. - How?

Play this right. This is our secret.

Come on. You had a terrible, long day.

You're exhausted. I know what you need.

- Nice little whopper of a Valium for Baby. - Oh.

- Oh... - Swallow it. Come on.

No, I promised I'd have dinner with the kids.

- I can't take... - No.

I sent them to Chitty Chitty and Serendipity

with Sylvia and Janice for burgers and shakes.

Come on.

Nice, big sip of Scotch

to wash it down.

There you go.

Little more.

- - Good girl.

Come with me.

Come on.

You're a terrible influence, Tru.

Follow me.

- Now... -

You're gonna take a nice nap now.

- Are you sure they're gone? - Mm.

And when you wake up,

you're going to realize

that everything I said is true.

Meet him at the door with a drink.

- - Be the great lady that you are.

Okay, I'll take a nap if you'll lay here with me.

Oh.

- Well, Tru? - Mm.

I'm so, so, so hurt.

No. Let's be honest.

It's your ego wounded here.

He didn't really hurt you.

You've not been in love for years.

It's your pride.

You're right.

The only person who could ever really hurt me is you.

- And that would never happen in a million years. -

Now close your eyes.