Brasserie Romantiek Page #7

Bloody hell,

you really had me going then!

Roos.

I would never have expected it of you!

You should do something with

this creativity of yours.

Roos.

Roos?

No, Paul.

No.

Roos?

Roos!

I think you should just

flush that ring down the toilet.

- It's all I have left of him.

- Go on, Mia.

- I can't.

- Yes, you can.

No, I really can't.

Mia...

I'm a Cancerian.

What?

I'm a Cancerian.

1st July.

I want you to stay, Pascaline.

Kevin and Ingrid, can you

tidy the kitchen up in a minute?

- Bloody hell, Sis.

- Calm down, you!

You're not going to leave me after

20 years for that... for a guy, dammit!

Table 11 left without paying

but the rest have settled their bill.

I've paid everyone except Lesley,

but I don't know where he is,

and I've taken some money for myself.

- Did you hear me?

- Stop this, dammit!

Being in love is 100,000 volts that

shoots through your heart in one go.

But then, afterwards, it stops.

Afterwards, it's gone.

Gone.

I think I'm finished here.

Why do you think

all your relationships end in disaster?

Why?

Cos you only think of yourself.

Just yourself.

Because I've never been able to get

Frank out of my head, Angelo. Never.

- You're not leaving. You're not.

- Leave me alone.

Chef!

Chef, are you OK? Chef, are you OK?

Come on.

- Sorry, Sis.

- Are you hurt?

Sorry, Sis. Sorry, Sis.

Pascaline.

Chef.

Come on, come on.

Let's get you home.

Come on. One, two, three. That's it.

Well done. It's OK. Come on.

You can have a bit of a sleep.

Sit down.

- I'll look after Chef.

- Ingrid, we were going to go...

- Oh, Lesley, can you close up, please?

- We're leaving, Pascaline.

Sorry, it was delicious. Bye.

You are real, aren't you?

I think so.

Here.

Hold on tight.

We're a bit late.

I'll give you an extra 50 if you get us

to the airport in 30 minutes.

- A fine is a lot more than that.

- 150 then.

- I'm sorry.

- Pascaline?

Go on.

Otherwise you'll miss your flight.

- It was... extraordinary, thank you.

- Goodnight.

Auntie Sis?

Fancy these people not turning up...

Not even phoning to cancel...

That's plain bad manners.

Everything was ready and waiting

for them here.

They could have phoned.

Sorry.

Come on, Emma, let's get on with it.

That apartment you saw,

where exactly is it?

Just round the corner.

I'll take a look at it tomorrow.

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