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《The Devil Wears Prada》----  (Part 7)

 

[TV, Indistinct]

 

Hey.

 

Happy birthday.

 

Nate, I'm so sorry.

 

I kept trying to leave, but there was a lot going on.

 

And, you know, I didn't have a choice.

 

Don't worry about it.

 

[Grunts] I'm gonna go to bed.

 

Can we at least talk about this?

 

You look really pretty.

 

[Miranda] Andrea?

 

-Do you have the Book? -Oh. Uh…

 

Mm.

 

Paris is the most important week of my entire year.

 

I need the best possible team with me.

 

That no longer includes Emily.

 

Wait. You want me to…

 

No, Miranda.

 

[Exhales] Emily would die.

 

Her whole life is about Paris.

 

She hasn't eaten in weeks. L-I can't… do that.

 

Miranda, I can't.

 

If you don't go, I'll assume you're not serious about your future…

 

at Runway or any other publication.

 

The decisiors yours.

 

That's all.

 

[Woman Singing]

 

[Laughing]

 

[Continues]

 

-[Continues] -Hey, Andy.

 

-Hey. -You coming to bed anytime soon?

 

Uh, yeah. Five minutes, okay?

 

[Ends]

 

[Fax Printing]

 

[Clears Throat]

 

Andrea, don't forget to tell Emily.

 

Do it now.

 

-[Line Ringing] -Don't pick up.

 

-Don't pick up. Don't pick up. Don't pick… -Hi.

 

-Emily. -Hi, hi. Sorry I'm late.

 

It's just Miranda wanted some scarves from Hermes.

 

And she did tell me yesterday, but I forgot like an idiot.

 

And so I freaked out, of course.

 

Emily, Emily, l-I need to talk to you.

 

I called Martine at home, and she opened the shop early. Whoa! I'm sorry.

 

She opened the shop early for me, so I got them, which is great.

 

Okay. Um, Emily, wh-when you come in…

 

there's something I have to talk to you about.

 

-Well, I hope it's not another Miranda problem. -Not exactly.

 

Well, good, because I've got so much to deal with before I go. I swear to God…

 

-[Gasps] -[Horn Honks, Tires Skid]

 

-[Clamoring] -[Woman] Oh, my God!

 

Emily?

 

[Woman On P.A., Indistinct]

 

[Elevator Bell Dings]

 

I don't care if she was gonna fire you or beat you with a red-hot poker!

 

You should have said no.

 

Emily, I didn't have a choice.

 

-Oh. Please. -You know how she is.

 

-That is a pathetic excuse. -[Door Opens]

 

Thanks.

 

Do you know what really just…

 

gets me about this whole thing…

 

is that, you know, you're the one who said you don't really care about this stuff.

 

And you don't really care about fashion. You just wanna be a journalist.

 

What a pile of bollocks!

 

Emily, I know you're mad. I don't blame you.

 

Face it, you sold your soul the day you put on that first pair ofJimmy Choo's.

 

I saw it. And you know what really just kills me about this whole thing…

 

is the clothes that you're gonna get.

 

I mean, you don't deserve them.

 

You eat carbs, for Christ's sake.

 

God, it's so unfair!

 

-Emily. -Just go.

 

-Emily, I… -I said go!

 

[Sighs]

 

 -[Doug] You are going to Paris for the couture shows? -[Andy] Mm-hmm.

 

-That's the coolest fashion event of the year. -Mm-hmm.

 

-I mean, who are you going to see, Galliano? -Yeah.

 

-And Lagerfeld and Nicholas Ghesquiere. -Yep.

 

-Yes. Okay, now you're scaring me. -[Chuckles]

 

-Hey. -Hey.

 

-This show is amazing. I am so proud of you. -[Lily] Thank you.

 

Okay, start with the photos in the back and work your way forward.

 

That is the way I designed it. It is brilliant.

 

-You will love it. -Of course.

 

And you, I have somebody I want you to meet, okay?

 

Ooh, art and sex. Lead the way.

 

-See you later. -Okay.

 

[Woman Singing]

 

-[Continues] -Hey. Hey, Miranda girl.

 

-Hi. -I was just thinking about you.

 

Oh, come on.

 

-It's true. -No.

 

I'm profiling Gaultier for Interview and, uh, making my Paris plans.

 

I found myself wondering if, uh, you were gonna be there.

 

Well, actually, um, I am going.

 

Great. I'm staying in a fantastic little hotel in the Seventh…

 

right across the street from the falafel restaurant that will change your life.

 

[Chuckles] I'm sorry. I'll be too busy working.

 

You'll have to find someone else's life to change.

 

Well, that's just it.

 

I'm beginning to wonder if I can.

 

Lily.

 

Lily, he's just a guy I know from work.

 

-Yeah, that looked like work. -Look, you're making a big deal out of…

 

You know, the Andy I know is madly in love with Nate…

 

is always five minutes early…

 

and thinks, I don't know, Club Monaco is couture.

 

For the last 16 years, I've known everything about that Andy.

 

But this person? This "glamazon" who skulks around in corners…

 

with some random hot fashion guy?

 

I don't get her.

 

-Lily. -Have fun in Paris.

 

You going to Paris?

 

Uh, yeah. It just happened.

 

I thought Paris was a big deal for Emily or…

 

Great. Now you're gonna give me a hard time too?

 

Hey, Andy. Andy!

 

-Andy, what the hell is wrong with you? -L-I didn't have a choice, okay?

 

-Miranda asked me, and I couldn't say no. -I know.

 

That's your answer for everything lately, "I didn't have a choice."

 

-Like this job was forced on you. -Nate, I get it, okay?

 

Like you don't make these decisions yourself.

 

You're mad because I work late all the time and I missed your birthday party.

 

-And I'm sorry. -Oh, come on. What am I, four?

 

You… You hate Runway and Miranda.

 

And you think fashion is stupid. You've made that clear.

 

Andy, I make port wine reductions all day.

 

I'm not exactly in the Peace Corps.

 

You know, I wouldn't care if you were out there pole dancing all night…

 

as long as you did it with a little integrity.

 

You used to say this was just a job.

 

You used to make fun of the Runway girls.

 

What happened?Now you've become one of them.

 

-That's absurd. -That's okay. That's fine. Just own up to it.

 

And then we can stop pretending like we have anything in common anymore.

 

-You don't mean that, do you? -No, I do.

 

Well…

 

maybe this trip is coming at a good time.

 

Maybe we should take a break.

 

Nate?

 

[Cell Phone Ringing]

 

I'm sorry. Just… one second?

 

You know, in case you were wondering…

 

the person whose calls you always take, that's the relationship you're in.

 

I hope you two are very happy together.

 

[Cell Phone Continues Ringing]

 

Hello, Miranda.

 

[Man Singing]

 

[Continues]

 

[Continues]

 

[Ends]

 

[Chattering]

 

Pardon. Miranda.

 

-[Speaking Italian] -Maestro. Mmm.

 

How are you? So glad to see you. Thank you for coming.

 

-You like the collection? -Absolutely. I think it's the best in years.

 

-This is very important for me. Very, very important. -I'm very happy for you.

 

-This is my new Emily. -Hello. How do you do?

 

-I'm good. Pleasure. -Nice to meet you.

 

You love the show?

 

-Miranda. This way! -[Clamoring]

 

Miranda. Nigel. Fashiors great gatekeepers.

 

Miranda, what is Runway's position on French fashion versus American fashion?

 

-I've been thinking… -Oh.

 

-You still owe me for Harry Potter. -Oh, do I?

 

-Of course you do. Are you working tonight? -Oh!

 

-No, actually Miranda has a dinner. -Great, you're free.

 

Oh, but there is the problem of le boyfriend.

 

Wait, don't tell me. The boyfriend non plus?

 

Je suis tres, tres desole.

 

Oh, you're so full of it. You're not desole at all.

 

No, not even a little. What time should I pick you up?

 

-Uh… -I'll call you.

 

Yeah.

 

Oh.

 

Oh, there you are. [Clears Throat]

 

We need to go over the seating, uh, chart for the luncheon.

 

Okay. Um, yeah, sure.

 

I have it right here.

 

By all means, move at a glacial pace. You know how that thrills me.

 

Okay.

 

So…

 

first of all, we need to move Snoop Dogg to my table.

 

But your table's full.

 

Stephen isn't coming.

 

Oh, Stephen is…

 

So I don't need to fetch Stephen from the airport tomorrow?

 

Well, if you speak to him and he decides to rethink the divorce…

 

then, yes, fetch away.

 

You're very fetching, so go fetch.

 

And then when we get back to New York, we need to contact, um…

 

Leslie to see what she can do to minimize the press…

 

on all this.

 

Another divorce…

 

splashed across page six.

 

I can just imagine what they're gonna write about me.

 

The Dragon Lady, career-obsessed.

 

Snow Queen drives away another Mr. Priestly.

 

Rupert Murdoch should cut me a check…

 

for all the papers I sell for him.

 

Anyway, I don't…

 

I don't really care what anybody writes about me.

 

But my… my girls, I just…

 

It's just so unfair to the girls.

 

It's just…

 

another disappointment…

 

another letdown, another father… figure…

 

[Chuckles] Gone.

 

Anyway, the point is… [Clears Throat]

 

The point is… [Sighs]

 

The point is we really need to figure out where to place Donatella…

 

because she's barely speaking to anyone.

 

I'm so sorry, Miranda.

 

If you want me to cancel your evening, I can.

 

Don't be ridiculous. Why would we do that?

 

Um, is…

 

Is there anything else I can do?

 

Your job.

 

That's all.