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Le Week-End Page #6
So think of me as falling
out of a window...
Forever.
For I am truly f***ed.
Oh, man, that was awesome.
Is that it? Did I
leave anything out?
Can I say something, please?
Go ahead, please.
I was on the balcony just
now talking to Jean-Pierre.
I remembered something
from the other day,
when I was with a friend.
And my phone rang.
And, um.
I spoke with the person.
And at the end of
the call, she said,
"Who was that?
"Was it your secret lover?
"You sounded so pleased
to hear from them,
"and you kept laughing."
I was astonished. I said,
"What do you mean?
"It was my husband."
it was my husband.
Nick?
Are you guys... Oh, are you...
Are you heading out?
That was genius. Genius, as always.
Gee, I wish you didn't
have to rush away.
I'm so sorry if I...
Did I say something possibly...
How long are you guys
gonna be here for?
Because I know you said the weekend,
but I don't know specifically.
Do you still have my number?
Did you transfer, uh...
'Cause you can text me.
We don't even have to speak.
I love you!
You f***ing idiot.
You genius.
How could you do that?
Talent.
I nearly...
Puked.
Thank you.
You know what?
The other day at that
dinner at Ellie's,
you did this thing.
You came over and you kissed
me on the side of the head.
Just casually.
But I thought it was
the loveliest thing.
Thanks.
Now.
Again, do it again.
Time to pack, I guess.
French stairs, my abiding memory.
You can get the lift.
- What's going on?
- Madame, I'm sorry.
We have instructions to refuse
you entry to this room.
- You've been checked out.
- Why? It's not midday.
You are forbidden to touch anything
in here. Again, I apologise.
Please, give me that hat, ma'am.
Come on, give it to me.
- It's an outrage! It's ridiculous!
- Give it to me. Come on.
- Ha ha!
- Wahey!
Come on!
Quickly!
Pardon.
Pardon, monsieur. Pardon, pardon.
Excusez-moi.
Merci, merci.
Pardon.
Pardon, monsieur.
Excusez-moi, pardon, pardon.
Excusez-moi. Merci.
Ah, Mr and Mrs Burrows.
Please accept my deepest
apology for our little difficulty.
But I'm sure we can sort
everything out very quickly.
- Yeah.
Of course, we have your
passports in our safe.
But why?
The credit card you gave
us is beyond its limit.
See... Here's the bill.
Right.
Mmm-hmm.
Oh, yes, that's, um...
Yes, that is quite a lot of money.
Yeah. There is also the matter,
I fear, of the damage to the room.
- There is?
- Yes.
Plus the tax, of course.
- It looks like we got carried away.
- Oh?
- It was worth it.
- Yeah.
Mr Burrows, you have another carol?
Only my bus pass, I'm afraid.
And how do you intend to pay?
With our lives?
Unfortunately, it's no longer
a matter of laughing, madam.
In fact, it's a very
serious matter indeed.
- A very serious matter.
- Yeah.
I'm not listening to
any more of this.
That's me bust.
- What are you doing?
- Texting Morgan.
Why?
He's our only hope, isn't he?
Oh, sh*t.
- Hi, Jack.
- Hey, Dad. Having a lovely time?
- We're having a fine time.
- Making friends with many frogs?
No, we haven't met any
French people yet, no.
Have you come to a decision?
Well, yes and no.
Your mother says it
wouldn't be a good idea
for you to move back in with us.
You'll be better off
staying with a mate.
Yeah.
Yeah, we're enjoying
being on our own now.
Well, we hope to be back soon.
- But you do realise...
- No, sorry.
Sorry.
Hello? Hello?
- Are you there? Can you hear me?
- Hello?
- Hello? Hello?
- Dad?
We got cut off.
Yes!
What?
I said you had the euros.
- Voil, monsieur.
- Merci.
We can't do a runner from this
place, we'd get beaten to death.
It's been the best time.
The best.
Oh!
Oh, my God, are you kidding?
My pleasure!
What... What's happening?
Well, we've had...
- Really? Like what?
- Well...
You guys have just been having
like a great, great time.
We certainly have.
I guess you have.
I think you'd better stay at my
place till you sort yourself out,
which could take a while.
- Thanks, that's kind.
- Yes, yes, my pleasure.
I'll get some food and we'll
Do you like that idea?
We'll play music and dance.
Yeah. Would you like to
sing, by any chance?
- I'd love to sing.
- I'd love to hear you sing.
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