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C'mon, Shyra, it's our breakup

anniversary.

People celebrate birthdays,

wedding anniversaries...

...so can't we celebrate our breakup?

I really don't have time

for this stupidity.

I am on the night shift.

You finish at 9.30. See you

at the Pont des Arts at 10.

No way.

Are you scared? Still haunted

by flashbacks of me?

You wish!

I've an early start. Must go.

Dare you!

I'll see you at 10.

All right, people.

Trocadero is to your left.

If anyone wants a selfie,

move to this side.

Hello. Sidharth?

Jasmine is at the Pink Flamingos,

bawling her eyes out for you.

Get over here now.

Me? I'm your lucky charm.

- What's this new drama, Dharam?

- No drama, just a goodbye.

We were together for a year.

Ours was a Titanic - type love story.

But the end was bad Bollywood.

Hasty, imperfect.

Now that we've

both moved on...

You have, right?

Or do you still have the hots for me?

To celebrate the joy of

moving on, here we are...

...a year later, saying 'bye

in style.

Let's celebrate our breakup

anniversary.

Damn it!

What's the plan?

- Whatever you want.

- That's a first.

You said that I've grown up now.

- Shall we go to Montmartre?

- No.

The soft breeze, the stars,

the silent night...

...then you'll bore me with

your life's woes. Can't do it.

There's a new nightclub in the Marais.

A nightclub?

You'll get drunk on vodka,

dance on the table...

...start a brawl and then

we'll get kicked out.

You've got a point. Drive to Lyon?

I was driving all day. Besides,

only one of us can drink.

Oh no! Today we have a drinking

contest. Long drive cancelled.

Want to see Salman's new film

at the Metro?

I've seen enough Hindi films

to please you.

Now that I'm your ex, I can pass on

those macho stunts.

Ok. Let's see something French

and artsy.

The last time you got worked up

in the sex scenes.

Can't do that now.

- I don't trust you.

- I don't trust me either.

Let's hang out in your

favourite park.

There'll be couples making out

everywhere. We'd look like fools.

Is there no place in Paris where

we can chat...

...peacefully without romancing?

- Have we grown old?

- You sure have. A little.

Very funny.

So basically there's nothing

we can do together.

Or have we done everything already?

- We parted at the perfect time.

- Perfect.

Your breakup anniversary

is a bad flop.

No way!

I'll be right back.

You won't leave?

I've already left. Forgotten?

Will you marry me?

Yes, you moron.

(SINGING, BOTTLES CLINKING)

One thing we haven't done together.

Drink beer?

- Padlocks are for lovers.

- I know.

They're banned here.

Do we the carefree

bother about bans?

No way! I was in jail once,

thanks to you.

- Enough.

- Listen.

This bridge was witness

to the start of love.

Today it will see an end.

Let's clip the padlock to the bridge,

throw the key in the Seine...

...and promise never to fall

in love with each other again.

Good idea?

The boy is older and smarter.

- Let's do it.

- Let's do it!

Lock. Yeah!

(LAUGHS)

Look at that.

- There!

- My master.

Bless you.

(THROWS KEY INTO RIVER)

Congrats on your breakup!

Miss Shyra Gill...

...why did our love story flop?

Because it wasn't a love story,

it was a lust story.

You mean we were

lovers of lust?

Exactly!

We were in lust. But we mistook it

for love.

Before we got to know each other,

we started bickering about nothing.

If we were friends first, we'd be

more forgiving of our flaws.

Then our love would have

had a better chance.

So what are we now?

I mean, we're not lovers?

Not enemies?

So, who am I to you?

I think now we're friends.

Friends?

You mean...

So I'm my ex-girlfriend's

friend?

You made me French finally.

Ok, Mr Frenchy, let's see what

you've got.

Come on.

(GULPING DRINK)

Wet shoes flung about.

It's you and me.

No coffee in the coffee jar.

It's you and me.

That silly umbrella never opens.

It's you and me.

That window never closes.

It's you and me.

Our life is topsy-turvy

like our friendship.

Upside down but seems

right side up.

We shop and no taxi in sight.

It's you and me.

We walk, shoe strap snaps.

It's you and me.

The traffic is at standstill.

It's you and me.

The bus takes ages to show.

You and me.

When the path ahead

seems thorny...

...or changes shape and size...

...or feels just like a swamp.

Smile!

Spread your arms wide,

breathe in the fresh air.

It's free!

Wandering sailors, lost mariners...

...ever-ready to sail the rough seas,

turning the tide as we go.

A little nuts,

a little wise,

we're old-time sinners,

lovers of life.

Stumbling along the path.

It's you and me.

Smiling through life.

It's you and me.

Frozen and melting.

It's you and me.

Done and undone.

It's you and me.

Our life is topsy-turvy

like our friendship.

Upside down but seems

right side up.

(PHONE RINGS)

- Yeah?

- What's up?

Getting ready.

- Meet me downstairs.

- Where are we going?

It's Friday night, babe!

Deadpool 2 released today.

I completely forgot.

So why were you dolling up?

I have a date.

You have a... what?

Kim's idea. He works in her office.

I finally agreed. Why not?

Hell, no! Shyra, who can I go with?

Make an excuse and cancel.

I'm not in the mood, but if

I cancel now, it'd be rude.

You had to chose tonight to go

on a date.

Who's the loser?

He's not a loser. A hotshot

investment banker.

If he's dating you,

he gotta be a loser.

He'll bore you to bits.

He works at Citibank. Kim's boss.

She thinks he's perfect for me.

Have a glass of wine

and send him packing.

(SIGHS)

- I was silly saying yes.

- Think community service.

Take him to a bar. I'll call you

in 10 minutes.

Say there's an emergency, a friend

is in hospital. Bye bye banker.

Not a bad idea. Where will you be?

What if he sees you?

Ms Dumbo, how will he know me?

I'll be at the bar.

(DOOR BELL)

- He's here.

- No, it's me.

Bonsoir!

Bonsoir!

No laundry today, thanks.

Give me two minutes.

Hi!

- Where to?

- Wherever. It's only for one drink.

In fact, I can't have a late night

either.

Have an early start.

And you might get a call from

a friend. Hospital...emergency.

- Ok, bye. I'll see you guys later.

- Aren't you coming with us?

- It's Friday. I'm fasting.

- Think community service.

Guys, relax, it's cool.

I'm Anay, the boring banker.

I'm sorry.

"Sorry?"

Never heard that name before.

Your parents must've thought hard.

- Shyra.

- Hi, Shyra.

Dharam.

Call me whatever you want.

I deserve punishment.

Your punishment? You'll party

with this boring banker.

There's a karaoke bar in Belleville.

A Bollywood night.

You guys sing well?

No?

Perfect. I'm a lousy singer too.

Let's go.

Guys, guys, guys!

That's me.

- Don't go.

- Have to, man.

Thank you so much. I had a blast.

Brought back my college days.

- It's lovely meeting you, Shyra.

- Ditto.

Dharam, my brother!

You're a rock star.

Sorry for screwing up your date.

Thanks to you, I serenaded

a girl for the first time ever...

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