Best in Bed (À Coup Sûr)

Concentration!

Ben, film your sister.

And again.

Skis out, Emma!

Skis out!

Emma, concentrate. You can do it!

Good!

Arms straight. Straight!

I said, legs bent, skis together!

It's not rocket science!

If at first you don't succeed, try, try again!

You know that, don't you?

Do what I say!

Concentrate!

Go for it, honey!

Go! Yes!

Superb!

BEST IN BED

You saw the boss?

He said he was relying on me, all of us,

for the relaunch of the mag.

He wants powerful, new subjects that shift units.

Motivating the troops, y'know.

You're not motivated?

We have different standards.

Maybe so.

Living proof that a journalist can be competent and attractive.

I'm delighted for you, Emma. Your first real assignment.

A major subject. Make sure your sources are solid.

Moving onto next month's issue.

Let's hear your ideas.

How about an in-depth report on microcredits in India?

I have the inside track.

Yes, very exciting.

Any other ideas?

Maybe a major exclusive

on the water shortage in Central Asia?

No, we've been there, Tristan.

I came up with a subject.

Sex in a recession.

Why not Paris Hilton's sex life from a Freudian viewpoint?

Hold on, Tristan,

remember that our sales are down 20%.

Okay, you handle this one.

I expect investigative reporting, the big picture, key figures.

From the economic angle, of course.

Yes, go ahead, Yam.

The subject I suggested last year, the dark side of Pokemon.

It's big news right now.

Look, Yann,

I'm not sure

that Pikachew is a good fit with our editorial policy.

Why not?

Mangas are big business nowadays.

Maybe a piece on the merchandising?

I'm not sure that's Yann's angle on it.

But it's worth considering.

Yes, we'll discuss it another time.

Yann, remember you're on life insurance.

My whole internship so far.

Dig deeper on funeral guarantees. They're crucial.

I can't let you take your eye off the ball.

Thanks for speaking up. Really sweet of you.

No problem.

If ever you need a favor or anything, just shout.

Thanks.

You're our star writer, the one the competition covets,

but you never agree.

You know I hate lurid subjects like that.

Give it to Goody-Two-Shoes.

You're a pain.

The owner's on my ass,

asking why our best-paid writer

submits 12 pages a year that nobody reads.

The owner's cool with us paying his retarded son

for a 10-year internship?

Under a false name.

I'd appreciate you keeping that quiet.

See you.

The report on worldwide deficits, are you doing it now?

Yes, Paul asked me to.

Right.

You didn't know?

Is it a problem?

Far from it.

You're here 2 weeks, I pitched it 2 years ago.

No problem.

Give me sex every time.

Banging gets my juices flowing.

Sorry, I filed it last night.

Don't waste time on sleep.

Ms. Emma Dorian?

Sign here, please.

Looks very practical.

It's ergonomic.

Eases back fatigue and strained muscles,

so you work hours at a stretch.

How many? 50-60 non-stop?

Shit, gotta go.

You've gone part-time?

To see my dentist, I need permission?

Rinse.

Perfect!

Let's see...

Gently does it.

Perfect.

Say, Emma...

You're on the IPO feature?

Fine. And the Andersen interview?

- I'm doing it tomorrow. - Alone?

I think Paul's testing me.

Tell me,

the interrogation, every day same time?

Just asking because...

You know, it's just...

You need experience to face guys like him.

I'm not sure a beginner...

I've been working 5 years.

Sorry, I always forget women's magazines.

Look, I left grad school

with an MBA in public policy and applied economics,

and completed my doctorate summa cum laude.

And you play violin?

Yes. Piano, too.

And to pay for college,

I freelanced for 5 years for women's magazines.

Is that a problem?

Hey there.

You okay?

Great, and you?

I'm good.

You're married?

Scared of commitment?

No.

- Complicated breakup? - Not either.

Health issues?

I'm fine.

Look...

We don't have to...

I mean, we can just hook up,

now and then, just for fun.

Yes, but...

Fun for who?

I should have done my accounts.

You know what it's like at the beginning.

You get to know each other and gradually...

Sure, but one time was enough.

You're a bit...

How can I put it?

A bit limp.

I'm not into that.

Limp?

Like shagging an anesthetized slug.

Nothing personal.

Asshole!

Fine.

Is this PVC coated, Frangoise?

Waterproof and stainproof.

Knew it! It's been bugging me all night.

It just wipes clean?

And every Sunday, machine wash at 60°.

Amazing. I saw a magazine report about it.

And heatproof, too.

You can put hot dishes on it.

In fact, it's real cotton,

coated with PVC, which means...

I've forgotten. Do you remember, Frangoise?

No, I'm afraid I don't.

The initials...

It's on the tip of my tongue.

It's okay. Tell us next time.

If I kept the warranty, I'll look.

Sorry, I don't feel too well.

I need to lie down before I go home.

We'll give you a ride. Won't we, Ben?

That's really sweet.

I'll make some coffee.

She's down in the dumps.

I can't say I'm surprised...

The press is in big trouble.

What are you doing? Are you sick?

I'm fine. I needed to be alone.

What's wrong, sweetie?

Mom?

When you married dad, had you consummated?

What do you mean?

Had you slept together?

Obviously.

Were you happy?

Very.

We had a little place near city hall,

your dad got a job...

No, in the bedroom?

Look...

Benjamin came along very soon. What can I say?

So you were happy?

Yes, very!

Why all the questions?

Apparently, I'm no good.

No good at your job?