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or the terrible service.

"Oh, aren't

the Parisians rude?"

Or something like that.

I mean... and shouting.

As though that's going to make them

understood or something.

Why would I want

to be English?

Well, surely

there must be something

you like about us.

I can't think of anything.

Don't you miss home?

No, of course not.

Oh.

What?

Don't you believe me?

Of course I believe you.

Bonjour.

Le monde, s'il vous plat.

Vous parlez anglais?

Monsieur?

Non.

Hmm.

What are you doing today?

Nothing special.

Okay.

Then, see you.

Dear.

And I've started thinking

in French, you know?

I feel French.

I'll wave my hands about

when I talk, you know?

I have, uh...

sex in the afternoon.

I mean, if that's not French,

I don't know what is.

I mean, I...

I belong here, you know?

I feel like I'm at home.

But?

It's...

It's not that I

miss England, exactly

but there's... one part of me

that feels like

it's being disloyal

to the other.

Maybe you're just homesick.

No.

Lonely?

Hardly.

Oh, yes, you've got thingmy-

What's her name?

Anyway, what's she like-

this girl that you're having

a relationship with

as you put it?

Her name's Annick.

What's wrong

with putting it like that?

You don't have

to tell me about her.

It's none of my business, anyway.

No, I don't mind

telling you about her.

She's, um...

She's really... direct

and, uh, emotional,

and sincere- everything.

I mean, we've got this

real connection between us.

We never lie to each other.

What? Never?

No. Never.

Don't worry.

I'm not trying

to embarrass you.

I'm not embarrassed.

What are you

going to do, then?

Do?

For a living.

Take photographs.

Does it pay well?

I don't know.

I haven't actually

sold any yet.

Oh.

How are you going to provide

foryour family then?

What family?

Oh, the one

you'll have one day.

Bloody hell.

Give me time.

Why?

Well, 'cause I'm 21.

I'm still...

you know...

still having

relationships.

What, more than one?

Well, not simultaneously, no.

Anyway, marriage

is a relationship.

Yeah... So?

Well, you said you were going

to have relationships

and then get married

as if they were

two different things.

No, I didn't say I was

going to get married.

Well, no, I suppose you didn't

technically, no.

Too bloody right,

I didn't.

I'll never get married.

Oh, I thinkyou will.

Why?

You're not original enough

not to.

Chris... does Annick

know about me?

She knows I see friends.

Does she know you see

this particular friend?

Not specifically, no.

It's never come up.

It's no big deal,

though, is it?

It's not as if...

we've got anything to hide.

I thought you

never lied to her.

I'm not lying.

If she asks me, I'll tell her.

Well...

if she doesn't know I exist

how can she ask?

Fair enough.

I'll tell her then,

shall I?

Don't start reading things

into these conversations,

will you?

What do you mean?

Well... ifyou analyze

them too much

you might just get the idea

that I fancy you.

Do you?

I'll see you then.

What shall we do tonight?

I don't know.

See a movie?

How about the new,

uh, Truffaut?

This English girl I met

said it's pretty good.

That's settled, then.

Yeah.

She really liked it.

Good.

Yeah, um...

Marion, this English

girlfriend of mine

uh, said it was, um...

one ofher favorite films.

Are you trying

to tell me something?

What do you mean?

Is this the famous English tact?

No.

Merely pointing out

that apparently

the film is quite good.

Good.

Who told you that?

A friend.

An English girlfriend?

Well, not "girlfriend. "

You know, I mean, a friend

who happens to be a girl.

You've got, uh, French boyfriends,

haven't you?

Yes! But I don't mention them

three times running

unless I have

a very good reason.

Well, I'm just explaining that,

you know, she's a friend.

Um... see each other

from time to time

and... I've been meaning to

mention her to you. That's it.

I think that you mean

you've been meaning

to mention that you're

sleeping with her.

No. Of course not.

I sleep with you.

Or that you want to.

No. Hold on.

This is getting ridiculous.

I'm not being, um...

What's the bloody word?

I'm not being perfidious.

You know,

Albion is always perfidious.

They teach you that in school.

No, I'm not... Listen, I just...

I'm trying to be honest.

I don't hide things

from you.

Are you sleeping with her?

No.

Are you in love with her?

Bien sur que non. Je...

Je t'aime bien.

Thankyou very much.

So kind.

Of course you do.

No, I mean, I really do.

I love being here,

being with you and everything.

You know, I love it.

I think, um... I like...

like you a lot.

How...

How rational!

How...

How measured!

How English you are!

You say it as ifyou'd

known me for 20 years

rather than a few months.

Well, you taught me

to say what I'm feeling.

Now you're blaming me

when I do.

I thought... you know...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I was... I was...

I was teaching you

to be sincere, not cruel.

I'm sorry. I mean, not 'cause

I've done anything wrong.

I haven't,

but I'm sorry because

you've misunderstood

the situation.

No. No.

Why are you...?

Annick...

Why are you crying?

Huh?

Is it because

I mentioned that girl?

I don't know.

Tell me.

Is it because

you think

I don't love you enough,

or something?

Is it because

you love me?

Tell me.

Annick?

It's all right.

God save the Queen.

Oh...

Perhaps he has

been malade, huh?

He looks

healthy enough to me.

Perhaps he

has been sulking.

Mais, il n'est pas

boudeur, non?

Perhaps he work hard.

Perhaps his duck

she has given him

the elbow.

Oh, perhaps that, yes.

Anyway, how could we let you

spend the evening by yourself?

We thought you

might be ill.

I thought you might

not like me anymore.

I made a terrible mistake.

Annick... meant

everything to me.

I... loved her.

I loved her.

I realize it now.

I don't want to go

to bloody England.

I hate England.

I'm staying here.

I'm going to stay in Paris.

I'm going to be an artist.

I don't want a wife.

I don't want bloody kids.

I don't want responsibility.

I don't need any of that.

Well, at least

we know where we stand.

Attagirl. That's it.

It's Mummy, Amy.

Hey, hey.

Watch what you're doing

with those hands.

Oh, that's great.

Yeah, that looks lovely.

On this beach,

sun coming down

music playing,

campfire

and the women-

unbelievable.

Incredible.

Do you ever think

about... somebody else

when you're having sex

with Kally?

Of course.

I mean, who doesn't?

Me.

Until recently, just lately.

Um, whenever I make...

F***ing.

Yeah, uh, with Marion. Um...

Annick keeps

popping up.

You know, I mean, it's not

that I physically want her.

If she walked

in the door right now

I might not fancy her at all

but I've just been thinking

about the past a lot.

And I'm wondering

what that says

about... me and Marion.

To be honest, we haven't been

getting on that well recently.

Are you going to leave her?

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