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I've almost got the

stone cottage going.

Could you please

stop looking at me?

Is incredible.

What? What?

Your every muscle

in your body is tense,

even the lids of your eyes.

Your nostrils are...

Are closing up.

How do you do that?

Me, I love to fly,

especially this moment,

the plane getting ready

to charge the runway,

the engines screaming,

the pressure building,

the force of it slams you

back in the seat,

and then, whoosh,

you are in the air.

Everything else is behind you.

There's only one

other place in life

where I feel this kind

of exhilaration.

Oh, yeah? Where's that?

Oh, no, no, no. Don't tell me.

Just let me guess.

Flight attendants,

prepare for takeoff.

Oh, god.

I don't think I can do this.

Did you ever think

that maybe it is

not the airplane?

What's not the airplane?

That maybe it is something else

you are afraid of.

What?

Must I say it?

Can I stop you?

It is obvious to me.

I know your type.

What type is that?

You're afraid to really live.

Oh, god.

You are afraid of life.

You are afraid of love.

You are afraid of sex.

That is ridiculous.

I can tell from your face

and how you dress

with your little white buttons

all the way up to here.

In bed, you are waiting

under the covers,

the light is going off,

and then, like a rabbit...

What?

What is the matter with you?

You don't know me.

I know that you are afraid...

You don't know what I do,

and Charlie never complained.

Stop that.

There were a few months

where I didn't feel like it.

That was a long time ago,

and I was in between

teaching jobs. Yes.

For you to sit there

with that smug expression

and tell me that

I have a problem

with my life and my Charlie

You're just some

nicotine-saturated

and, sorry to say,

hygiene-deficient

Frenchman!

Look...

What a fantastic view?

Now, if you will excuse me,

I must go do

as nature intended.

Pardon, monsieur.

Sir, I'm sorry,

there's no smoking on this plane.

OK, then can I have

two glasses with ice?

Excuse me. Can I

ask you something?

It's Luke, isn't it?

Luc.

No, not Luc... Luc.

Luc?

You want to ask me

something, or no?

No. Forget it.

I forget already.

Did you mean all

that stuff you said,

or were you just

trying to anger me?

Do I look like

the kind of person

that doesn't know

how to have a good time?

You were how old

when you lost it?

It? What it?

You know, it. Your flower.

My flower.

My flower is none

of your business.

I ask you because some people,

they rush toward

the fateful moment,

their bodies bursting

to discover.

Others, they guard it

like some precious gift,

and they wait and wait.

You, I suppose, rushed.

Like a bull.

I have a clear

picture in my mind.

A young bull.

How young?

No, you are right.

I was 12. Magda.

She was a putain...

A...prostitute.

She lived just outside

of my town,

just by a little bridge.

She was... Not beautiful,

but she had this mouth.

Oh, there was another

world waiting there.

But I did not have

the money for the kissing.

Only for the... You know.

I don't understand.

To kiss a prostitute,

it costs more.

It has always been.

Oh, well, that makes sense.

A kiss is so... So intimate.

You could probably disconnect

from everything else,

but a kiss...

Two people's lips together,

and their breath,

a little bit of their souls...

All I mean is that a kiss

is where the romance is.

That is what I thought back then,

so I stole 50 francs

from my brother Antoine,

and I went back,

and I kissed Magda

for half an hour.

It was very good.

Now you.

Now me what?

It is your turn.

I tell you, now you tell me.

I am all ears.

All right. Yeah...

No, I didn't... I...

I didn't rush, you were right,

but I didn't hide

from it, either.

I wanted it to be great.

I was... 18.

Jeff the jock.

My basement. Valentine's day.

Jeopardy! In the background.

It's a game show on TV.

Jeopardy! We have it.

Jeff said it would last longer

with the show on

to distract him.

He got all the answers wrong

except for sports.

By double Jeopardy!,

he was done.

By final Jeopardy!,

he was on his way home, so...

Yeah, the first time was bad,

but since then, it's

been mainly good,

and then I found

somebody special,

so it was great.

Could I ask you something?

Do you believe in love,

the kind that lasts forever?

I loved my mother.

No. Everybody

loves their mother,

even people who

hate their mothers.

Is one man meant for one woman?

That is the question.

It is not

an interesting question.

It is the question

of a little girl

who believes in fairy tales.

It's an everyone question,

one that everybody thinks

they have the answer to,

until, one day,

something happens.

Something happened?

Look, I understand.

I understand.

One love for you

would be like

having to eat home

for the rest of your life...

And you probably like to go out

to a different restaurant

every chance you get.

Careful, now.

What's that?

It is nothing.

Are you hiding something?

I have to go.

I have to go again.

Again?

Parfait.

Why'd you let me drink so much?

Me? I did not let you

do anything.

You did it yourself.

And I will give you

a ride into Paris, OK.?

It will save you a lot

of money, believe me.

After what we have been

through together...

Where are you staying?

George V.

"Nothing to declare."

That is you.

Me, they're going to stop.

They always do.

I meet you outside,

one minute maximum.

Your passport and plane ticket.

Would you open your bag?

Wait for me.

That won't be necessary.

What are you doing here?

Don't you think

a cop gets a vacation?

Give him back his papers.

Look... there's Louise.

I need a taxi to the

George V in Paris.

I'll call you Monday.

We'll have a drink.

Why wait till Monday?

I've got something...

Never mind... let's go.

Papa, why are you looking

through the man's things?

The same reason I look

through your room when you're asleep.

To protect my loved ones

from themselves.

You won't find anything in there.

Are you really a thief?

Me?

Daddy says you saved his life.

It's true. You see this little scar?

Luc stopped it

from going all the way over here.

He's no criminal.

That's what I keep telling him.

To the left, Louise.

Oui, madame?

Yes, bonjour.

Do you speak any English?

Of course.

This is the George V,

not some backpacker's hovel.

Hovel?

Of course not.

Could you tell me which room

Charlie Lytton is

staying in, please?

Dr. Charles Lytton.

He's expecting me.

I'm afraid no.

No?

No, madame.

Perhaps madame could try

the courtesy phone.

Well, madame has tried

the courtesy phone.

Do not disturb.

Look, I just spent

seven hours on an airplane

I'm tired, and I'm hungry,

and I just want

to see my fianc.

Now, are you going to help me?

It is my duty

to vigorously safeguard

the privacy of our guests,

and if our guests

need safeguarding

from their own fiances,

well, after all,

unlike some countries,

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