Brasserie Romantiek Page #4

No, no.

- Let me see...

- Honestly!

Why can't I see it?

It's my lover.

Roos, tell me that's not true.

Roos?

Look at me. Look at me.

Who is it?

- Do I know him? Roos, do I know him?

- We're not alone here.

- Who is it?

- It doesn't matter, Paul.

- If I know him, then I'll know who it is.

- You don't know him.

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

You haven't slept with him, have you?

Stop eating!

- When and where did you...

- Have it off?

Is that what you want to know?

Not at home?

In our bed?

What's he got that I haven't?

It must be someone you can talk to.

Actually, no, we don't do

a lot of talking.

Our relationship is mainly physical.

He's got a big one.

A very big one.

What did I ever do to you?

I'm sick of you, Paul.

Sick to death of you.

Hey, have you got a light?

Have you got a light?

Thank you.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

There you go.

May I say one more thing?

Your vat isn't turned off.

Yt just needs refilling, that's all.

Come on.

You've got your whole life ahead of you.

I'm telling you,

you should look to the future.

For Christ's sake! Don't you ever

read the papers? The oceans are dying.

Javan tigers are already extinct.

Bees are almost extinct.

They're prospecting for oil

at the North Pole.

Half the world has no toilet.

What was that about the future?

Well, I wouldn't look that far

into the future.

The world is full of problems.

The only way to survive in it

is with love.

If you haven't got it, you're empty.

Yves and I, Pisces and Cancer. Ideal.

There was contact.

D'you understand?

And then he pissed off.

I didn't leave the house for weeks.

When my friends came round to help,

I just kicked them out.

But there...

This evening is different.

This evening... I had to be here.

It's seven years ago.

I can still see him there,

where you're standing, on his knees.

Holding his ring in his hand.

I had this dress on then too.

He thought I looked really nice in it.

You do look really nice in that dress.

One person a day in Belgium commits

suicide after being rejected in love.

Oh come on, not one every day.

Thank you.

OK...

- How are we going to persuade her?

- What d'you mean, persuade her?

It's like in chess, Walter.

Always think five moves ahead.

- We want to have sex with her.

- Uh, hold on, hold on.

- So we're going to show her we're a man.

- Right...

There's an animal inside everyone.

A tiger. Inside us too.

Repeat after me, Walter.

Sylvia.

I'm a tiger.

- Come on, say it.

- No, no, no.

- Walter.

- Sylvia... I'm a tiger.

- With conviction. Come on.

- Sylvia, I'm a tiger.

Shout it. Come on.

With balls. Come on.

- Sylvia, I'm a tiger!

- There you go. That's the way to do it!

- Uh, Ingrid?

- Yes?

Would you like to come out

for a drink with me this evening?

After we've finished here.

- With you?

- Yes.

Because...

it's Valentine's Day and... well...

- Yeah, fine.

- OK?

OK.

Table 5 is absolutely nuts.

Not bad. Not too attractive.

Too attractive is asking for trouble.

- This one is rather 'horoscopic'.

- What is her horoscope?

Pisces.

- Pisces are very passionate.

- Really?

Pascaline.

- I'm taking a three-minute break.

- What?

Three minutes.

We've got three minutes. Talk.

Uh, OK, where shall I begin?

At the beginning...

In the beginning I went

from embassy to embassy...

Married,

but it didn't work out.

I think about us

in every restaurant I go to.

The guy...

that let you down 23 years ago...

doesn't exist anymore.

I've changed.

You are going to try a scallop

in a minute, you know, Emma.

- I'm not.

- You are.

Oh, sorry.

- Broken plates bring good luck.

- Do you know what good luck is?

Because I don't.

Hey, I was only joking.

Haven't you got any homework to do?

Geography maybe?

- What's the matter?

- Can't you see you're in the way?

Sorry.

Take it easy, Sis.

What's up?

Frank has asked me to go with him,

to Buenos Aires.

- What did you say?

- No, of course.

The guy's going through

a serious midlife crisis.

Angelo... why do you think

I'm still here?

I'm busy, OK?

- Why do think I've never left?

- No, no, no. Don't start.

Don't start all that again. Not now.

Go on, try one of those scallops.

All what?

Because our mother stood there

by that door

and told me to take good care of

her little angel. Take care of Angelo.

Not so much ginger biscuit!

Make sure he's in bed

by half past nine every evening.

I stood there nodding like an idiot.

Not so much!

You're f***ing it up!

I asked her what I had to tell Dad

when he woke up.

- Because our father, your grandfather...

- Stop it.

- Was lying there drunk on the sofa.

- Stop it, Pascaline!

'Tell Dad I'll be back

once I've sorted myself out.

Right, bye, Plinny. '

'Don't call me Plinny, I'm 15.'

'Yes, ' she said. 'I know.

You're grown up now. '

And walked out the door.

'Take me with you.

I don't want to stay here. Take me too. '

OK. Everything's under control.

Move it along.

- I'm starting to understand Mum.

- I haven't got a mum.

- Don't even know the colour of her eyes.

- Blue.

I'll tell you what. If you really want

to go to Buenos Aires, then go.

Go to Buenos Aires.

Piss off. Go on.

- You don't understand, Angelo.

- What about me?

I could've been a chef

in a real restaurant.

With 20 kitchen staff.

But no, I stayed here.

Stayed here with you in the brasserie.

If you want to be a chef with 20 kitchen

staff, you need to stay off the bottle.

- And you need empathy too.

- What? Empathy?

- What's that?

- Understanding others' feelings.

Appreciating the people round you.

The only one without any empathy is you.

I stayed here for you. Just for you.

No, Angelo. No.

I stayed for you.

Sylvia...

I'm a tiger.

I hoped you were.

- Did you?

- Shall we go?

- Can we have the bill, please?

- No. Hold on, hold on.

Walter, I want you to maul me to pieces,

rip my flesh from my bones,

gnaw my bones,

until there's nothing left.

- OK...

- And I'm going to do the same to you.

- I'm not putting you off, am I?

- No, no.

Men sometimes become rather unsure

of themselves when they're with me.

- I hope you won't...

- No, no, I won't.

Phew! Sorry, but I've known

an awful lot of men.

Not that I'm proud of it.

I don't do it for fun, eh?

Meeting a new man every week,

getting to know someone,

starting another relationship from

the beginning, more disappointment.

- Especially sexually.

- Sexually? Uh... I know what you mean.

Can we have the bill, please?

D'you know what, Walter? They look at me

and see themselves failing.

They think of me as

a sort of Tour de France.

With all those mountains

they have to go up and down

and don't know if they'll make it

to the Champs-Elyses.

The Champs-Elyses?

One of my exes even took EPO

to be able to keep up with me.

- That's illegal.

- Shut up, Walter.

I don't want 70%.

I want 110%.

Walter, if only you knew

how long I've been looking for you.

- Are you OK, sir?

- Sorry. Sorry.

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