Please, Please Me! Page #4

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He's my roommate.

I often get home late.

Don't worry, he's sound asleep.

It's all I have.

Can I have your trousers?

Ill be right back.

Hello.

Goodbye.

Hello!

Goodbye!

There!

Look, it works fine.

It's... great.

Ill just...

there.

Thank you.

Im sorry about your room mates.

I think I woke them.

No, I'm sorry.

My sisters are very nosy.

They wanted to see you.

Oh?

Goodbye.

Hello. Is Aneth there, please?

She's in the shower.

Ive lost my car keys.

I think they fell out of my trousers.

- Yes, I know.

- Really?

These are the ones, right?

Wait. We're so pleased you're here.

It'd be a pity to go now.

(Picture)

wait...

sorry to bother you, but...

I let my keys here.

Maybe they fell out of your trousers

when you took them of.

No, they're not there.

They're not here, either.

Where can they be?

They must be here somewhere.

Maybe you lost them elsewhere.

I definitely lost them here.

Im convinced they're in the bedroom.

But I looked. They're not.

Think. What did you do?

You checked your pockets?

Several times. I wouldn't have

disturbed you otherwise. Look.

Im sorry.

I don't understand it.

You must think

I did it on purpose.

It doesn't matter.

You mean...

if I had done it on purpose...

you wouldn't mind?

And let's imagine that

Purely by chance...

if...

I took your hand in mine...

would you be angry?

And if...

still purely by chance...

I...

I kissed you...

would you be annoyed?

I don't understand. It's only 3 am.

- I know him.

- Gregoire?

He's my new neighbor.

He lives next door to you.

Isn't that incredible?

He mustn't see me.

I don't live alone. If he sees me...

hey, Gregoire.

Why are you up so early?

I have to take my brother

his car back by 9 am.

They're off to the country.

- His things are outside the door.

- What'll I do?

- You can go out the window.

- What?

It's ok, we're on the second floor.

I did it once when I was locked in.

There's no window.

There is in the living room.

If we do as we said

I'm sure it'll work.

- There's no other way out?

- No.

Are you ready?

Ok, goodbye.

Gregoire, I'll help.

No, it's ok, really.

Im sure you've let

some stuff in your room.

- This book, say?

- That can stay.

- This too.

- No...

yes, I remember...

what about this key?

Are you keeping it?

I don't know.

But I need to take this.

What about this?

Wasn't this my book?

Help!

Please help! Im gonna die!

- What were you doing?

- I was at friends'.

And you leave like that?

We'll ask your friends.

Please don't.

- What's this?

- A gift.

A gift?

It's a DuPont. Champagne series.

It's worth nearly 10 grand.

Who gave it to you?

- You won't believe me.

- Try me!

Im broad-Minded.

I don't know what to say...

we're so sorry.

You're free to go.

Wait!

We just received this message.

We do apologize.

Goodnight.

"We'll never meet again

To make our time together

even more unique.

Adieu. "

Are you ok?

Im ok. And you?

You got of early?

Weren't you on duty till 10 am?

Yes, but I didn't work in the end.

Why's that?

I tried to call you,

but you didn't answer.

That's because...

my phone doesn't work anymore.

- Nothing serious?

- No.

Nothing serious.

Let's walk.

I had a strange day today.

A really strange day.

All afternoon, I thought

about what happened this morning.

I thought

maybe we'd gone a bit too far.

I so wanted to be with you,

I found someone to replace me.

So, I called you,

but I got your message.

As you didnt call me back,

And to get my mind of it all,

I called Marianne.

She met me in a very nice cafe

near her place.

We talked about her love life.

I didnt want to talk about us.

Then, her phone rang.

It was her new lover

a married man.

He'd managed to get away.

She apologized

and she went to see him.

And when she got up to go,

The waiter brought the two mojitos

we'd ordered before her phone rang.

So, I stayed in the cafe,

just me and my mojitos.

I was so sad

you didnt call me back.

I was about to go home,

but the waiter brought me something.

I thought it was the check.

But it was a note.

A note for me

written by a man at another table.

What was he like physically?

Normal. Not particularly handsome.

Pretty small?

- A bit fat?

- L guess.

- Tousled hair?

- Yes, trendy.

- It's him.

- He was charming.

Charming?

It can't be him, then.

What did the note say?

More or less what you told me.

It was very well written.

Im sure it's him.

I wasn't fooled.

I knew it was a number.

But it is very effective.

- Was it on you?

- No.

But it could have had an effect on me.

But it didn't?

Are you answering your own questions

or what?

Tell me more.

So, I finish reading the note.

He wants to meet me outside the cafe.

I see him get up and leave

without looking at me.

I down my two mojitos

- And join him.

- What?

- You join him?

- Yes.

I wanted to give him

a piece of my mind.

Know what? I did.

I said his note was impersonal.

Any girl could see herself in it.

If girls sleep with him

just because of his fine words,

It was pathetic.

I even said his behavior

revealed how misogynous he was.

I ended by saying

all this revealed

A pathology that required treatment.

Id have loved to see his face!

Well, then, I was... amazed.

Amazed?

I thought he'd be ashamed,

embarrassed, or angry at me.

How was he?

Very calm.

He said I wasn't wrong

and offered me a drink.

He offered you a drink?

After all you'd said?

I suppose you didn't accept.

He was so sweet, I couldn't refuse.

I was surprised to discover

someone very different.

I mean it.

Someone who's very open to criticism.

He said it did him good

at long last to meet someone different

He could talk to someone

who looks at things constructively.

It was so good to talk.

He's an intelligent man, you know.

He saw where I was coming rom.

We didn't agree on everything,

but we had fun.

He's so funny

and has so many tales to tell.

After a while, the waiter told us

it was closing time.

Then, what did you do?

(Picture)

well...

we went outside.

We decided to share a taxi

because his place was on the way.

And on a Saturday night,

taxis are hard to find.

And it let us split the cost.

But we were in mid-Discussion

when the taxi reached his place.

He asked me...

to go up...

to continue our conversation

and have another drink.

I thought it was silly

to part like that.

So, I went up.

And?

And what?

What did you do?

The same thing you did.

The same thing I did?

Let's not talk about it anymore.

Let's go home.

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