Monsieur le Président Directeur Général

GENEVA EAUX-VIVES

New management company International consumer company

Union of private enterprises Zambezi potash fertilizers G.L.A.C.E.C.O.

ABEL T. LEONARD President and General Director

Just shorter, please.

As you can see, the sales curve of our goods, based on

seasonal fluctuations and the rise in costs,

shows a gradual decline in our firm's revenue, regardless of

whether we sell large or small batches on European markets.

You see what a funny story this is.

One of the main reasons is the reduction of production in European branches.

- We must take action immediately. - Of course. What do you suggest?

Standardize production and place management under one person's authority.

Excellent, excellent.

Superb, but whom?

All four of our directors are now in Paris.

I think you'll meet with them, Mr. President.

And I think, my dear Arken-Müller, you should go yourself.

One shouldn't disturb an army general just to promote someone to lieutenant.

But this is very urgent, Mr. President.

Here are your pills, Mr. President and General Director.

- Have you been here long? - Six months.

Your former secretary had an accident and won't be able to work for a few days.

I'll do everything I can to replace her.

Very regrettable.

I planned to take her with me to Paris for the weekend.

I have an important matter to settle, don't I?

You shouldn't trouble yourself, Mr. President.

I'll review the materials and take care of everything.

You will?

Do you think I'll appoint the General Director in Europe based on your materials?

I see, Arken-Müller, you are too frivolous. Get out.

I hope this journey will not disrupt your plans?

The interests of the company come before everything else for me.

Here are your pills.

No, no, I am not that old.

Prepare my personal plane. I leave in an hour.

Notify Paris of my arrival.

Have them prepare a comfortable car. No, no, without a chauffeur.

No, no, I don't need a pilot either.

He flies against the wind. He will be late.

And I rush to please him, so that all of Italy will buy refrigerators only from G.L.A.C.E.C.O.

All of Italy, if reduced to the size of Sardinia, and even then...

- What? - Don't get so indignant, Calfatelli.

You wouldn't dare pull the wool over my eyes, would you?

But you won't say anything bad about the company G.L.A.C.E.C.O. in England, will you?

Possibly. If you consider the whole of Britain, it's not surprising.

And if we take at least the Welsh islands...

The Welsh islands…

And do you know that we sold washing machines for…

- For three years? - Yes, I know. So what?

- On credit. - And shipped them on English steamships.

So, are you against the English navy, Mr. Bonnval?

Yes. Trafalgar! I'm not even talking about Concorde and all your other affairs.

Not nice.

I don't like it when they argue like that.

And then make peace at our expense.

They have already swindled us twice like that.

Oh, here they are.

Hello, Mr. President!

Hello, gentlemen.

Oh, what a charming girl!

Is this your daughter, Mr. President?

Ah… no. This is Mademoiselle Jorgensen, my secretary.

Monsieur!

Was the journey pleasant?

What a surprise for us!

This is a great honor for the firm G.L.A.C.E.C.O.

From now on, gentlemen, there will be only one G.L.A.C.E.C.O.

One, without branches, subordinate to one General Director in Europe.

It will be one of you, the most worthy, if he exists.

I want to get to know you better and form my opinion.

I am waiting for you at seven at the Hotel "Georg V".

Goodbye, gentlemen, thank you for the reception.

Goodbye, Mr. President.

Mr. President, would you like to spend the weekend at my place?

I invite you. And, of course, all those present.

Oh, your proposal is tempting, but perhaps you suffer from allergies?

- To the smell of hay, for example? - I adore hay.

- In that case, I ask you… - No-no, do not hurry, my friend.

Mademoiselle wants to make some purchases.

As you know, Paris is such a temptation for a beautiful woman.

Here is my card. You will easily find us, Mr. President.

And I will go ahead to warn my wife.

I will be happy to get acquainted with her.

And besides, a home hearth is always more pleasant than a hotel.

- Undoubtedly. - I like you very much. Well done.

- You will go far. - Thank you.

This is not fair, Bonnval. You have an advantage over us. He is your guest.

This is called betrayal!

Don't worry, gentlemen. I won't take advantage of the situation. The game will be fair.

The French and fair play…

Ha! Not a bit.

This rose in the middle.

Say it more politely.

Stop flirting with me! I am on duty. Understood?

This is not flirting at all, Mr. William.

You are a victim of your imagination.

Please, not so fast.

I am used to it.

Sorry!

This time I saw nothing, but for the future, restrain yourself.

- William! - Yes, madam?

Warn the cook. Today we have a very important lunch.

And everything must be excellent.

But I should tell you that communication with the city has been down since

early this morning. For some reason, there are police checkpoints everywhere.

That's true, madam. Two police cars are parked in

the village square, and they look very suspicious.

Do you not know what they are looking for here, these guys?

No, madam, they are not talkative.

But they are combing the nearby forests.

My God! And madam is going alone for a walk!

Calm down.

This is not dangerous at all.

I have been riding in this forest for many years, and nothing has ever happened.

I do not know a place more calm, quiet, and peaceful.

When you find yourself among these trees, a feeling of peace and grace arises,

and you are filled with kindness and love for your neighbor.

Before such an extravaganza of colors and smells the most cruel person becomes powerless.

- I see you are in a great hurry. - And what is the matter?

Police control. Documents, please.

Well, listen!

I have lived here for twenty years. Do you not know that my estate is nearby?

This is my car, mine!

I did not steal it.

You have a flat tire.

It cannot be…

Happy is he who can penetrate the secret of things.

What?

Yes-yes!

William, you are very timely.

I cannot decide which one of these three to wear.

If we take into account the delay of monsieur and the nervousness that will surely follow

a calming color is needed, it seems to me.

- This one? - No.

No?

And how do you feel about this dress?

It suits you, madam.

Oh!

You have taste. Besides, you are a psychologist!

And still, I prefer black.

You could make a career as a diplomat.

I dreamed of it, but it is too burdensome.

Someone has come to you, madam.

Stefan Brever… I do not know him. This is not at all timely!

I warned him, but he insists.

Says that he has a matter of special importance.

He begged to be received.

All right, I will come down.

- Monsieur? - My respects, madam.

- Call me maître. - Unfortunately, I am forced to upset you.

I am sure that it will be unpleasant for you to hear this.

- And what is the matter? Speak. - Your Corot is a fake.

I know. But why shout about it at every corner?

Listen to me.

Right now… Let us go to your office.

Three minutes, no more.

And on condition that the door is open.

Agreed. But when you hear what I will tell you, perhaps you yourself will prefer it closed.

Please, madam.

- Theresa! Theresa! - Monsieur?

- Where is madam? - It seems, in her office.

She is still not dressed?

Prepare me a shirt, a dark-gray suit and draw a bath. Well, go!

All right, monsieur, I am going.

Ah, little chick!

My God, what are you doing? Do you know what time it is? They will arrive soon.

Denis, such a matter has fallen to me from the sky…

And I do not care. Go, go. Get dressed quickly.

Denis, on the day of our wedding we solemnly swore

that we would never spoil each other's careers, never.

So, what will you do?

I'll take the risk. A once-in-a-lifetime chance.

Ah, nonsense. I took more risks when I married you.

No.

Who is this gentleman?

- A new employee of madam's. - Stefan Brever.

Glad to meet you, monsieur Bonval.

But why are you rummaging in my wardrobe?

Madam invited me to lunch.

I did not foresee this. I arrived without a tie, and I was allowed to take one of yours.

I think this one, striped.

It very much suits the tone of your suit.

Yes, yes, it suits! Better go and prepare me a bath.

Go, go. Very sorry, old chap, but the invitation is canceled.

Will you find the way yourself?

Not so rudely, monsieur. I may get angry.

But your presence is completely untimely. I have a business secret meeting today.

That means you are lucky. I know how to keep silent.

Ah, you are both here?

- Met? And where is your tie? - No tie, he is leaving.

Do not listen to him.

Go to your room, I will come in a second.

What?! Are you out of your mind, Teresa?

Finally, everything must have a limit.

Sometimes some dark force makes one cross this limit.

At your service, maître.

- What? - Chick? Go change.

- I cannot, until I drive this guy out. - I forbid it.