The Longest Week Page #4
but I've only got 36 hours
I've got no idea
what to do, you know?
I feel like Napoleon after Waterloo,
dying in exile
on the coast of St Helena.
You're gonna be alright, Connie.
You think?
I promise you.
You're gonna be alright.
Alright.
Listen. I need to take the antiques!
You don't need to do anything!
They were in my family!
They belong to me.
Your family? Your family?
That desk was from Marie Antoinette!
Please!
It's a fake! Yes. it was!
I'm sorry, sir.
No one picked up.
you'd like to try?
Um...
No, no. That's OK.
That's fine. Thank you.
pairing over there.
She's very,
opinionated and judgemental.
Yeah.
I told you this was a bad idea.
Shut up. Shut up.
Well, then, tell me about him!
Seriously?
Yes, seriously! Of course!
Here I am. I'm listening.
Is... is this a joke?
What a pitiful advocate you are.
Speak whether it's a joke or not!
Why are you looking
all around the room like that?
You... you really
are in a temper!
I wish to take a lover, Octave,
or if not a lover
at least a cavalier.
Whom do you suggest?
From tomorrow... from this evening,
whoever has a fancy to sing beneath
my window will find my door ajar.
Well...
Well?! Nothing to say?
Marry me!
Sure don't like the way
you were looking at Dylan tonight.
I am not doing anything!
OK, maybe it's me, but I don't know.
Just stop it.
I don't know.
I didn't even understand
any of the Parisian speak.
I think they were Canadian.
Bonsoir, Monsieur Valmont.
Hello, Didier.
Great. Thank you.
Will you be paying tonight
or putting it on the books?
It will be on the books.
And that goes for
the whole table, so...
Very well.
Please, right this way.
Shall we? It's just down here.
S'il vous plat. Bonsoir.
Yes.
It's just a little bit.
I'll just have a little.
What did you think?
I don't know.
I felt that it was
sort of pretentious.
It seemed like everyone
who was in the theatre
was just there to be seen.
There to be seen?
It was a theatre.
How am I supposed to care
about a group of
over-privileged affluent types
who go gallivanting around without
any sort of a moral compass?
The affluent have plenty
of problems. I'm a mess.
I'm sorry, but I'm very sensitive
to an audience's reaction
and I couldn't get into it.
If they all jumped off a bridge,
would you join them?
I hate that analogy. I really do.
But maybe. Maybe there's a reason
why they're all doing that.
Maybe the bridge is about
to explode and no one told me.
That's a good point.
I'm just...
How am I supposed to sympathise
with these characters?
No one suffers any consequences
for their actions,
no one learns anything
and nobody changes.
It was a satire.
I didn't get that at all.
- I love this place. It's so chic.
- Wait.
I thought you said that
the door policy was discriminatory
and this place was insipid.
I did say that,
but that was before I came inside.
I'm gonna go.
Count to five and then follow me.
Are you wearing perfume?
Excuse me?
Don't you feel
a bit strange about being an artist
in a world that's
already so full of art?
Isn't that sort of a waste?
I forget. What do you do?
I'm getting
a doctorate at Columbia
is postmodern criticism.
For me, I think that people who are
creative are really just indulgent.
There's already so much.
We don't need any more.
And there are so many people
who are without, you know?
You should... just be a farmer.
You can always tell
by who they set you up with.
The only reason that
I'm dancing with you
is because I'm incredibly drunk.
I despise you
and everything that you stand for.
Where are Conrad and Beatrice?
I don't know. Do you wanna
get another drink?
You're a bit of a philistine,
aren't you?
I'm sorry. Wait.
Tell me your name again.
Jocelyn.
Are you kidding me?
I just got out of a three-year
relationship with a Jocelyn.
Your place or mine?
I live in a dorm.
Definitely mine.
You know, I realised
something the other day.
Usually the women that
I like as human beings,
and the ones that
I don't particularly like
as human beings.
On the rare occasion when one of them
falls into both categories
they usually have
a boyfriend or a husband.
What are you trying to say?
I'm trying to say...
What I'm trying to say is it's great
that you don't have a boyfriend.
But I am married.
Is that a problem?
You're a cheater, though.
Right? Yeah.
I gotta tell Dylan.
I've gotta tell him, right?
I mean, tell him.
Just tell him right out
and you just... just let him know.
You just tell him. Gotta tell him.
You gotta tell him. Gotta tell him.
You gotta tell him.
God.
This was it.
This was the moment Conrad
would right his wrongs.
Hey.
This was the moment he would
bare his soul to his only friend...
What's going on?
...and tell him of his betrayal.
This was the moment Conrad
would ask for forgiveness.
Nothing.
Nothing. Nothing at all.
What? Does something
seem like it's going on?
Yeah, it seemed like you were
about to say something.
No. No, no, not at all.
Where's the friend?
You mean Jocelyn?
No, the friend.
Yeah, the friend's name is Jocelyn.
Really? Ironic.
Yeah.
Didn't have sex with her?
No, I didn't have sex with her.
I had to talk to her all night.
She only left half an hour ago.
It was horrible.
So, what happened last night?
What happened
was that it was amazing
and we talked until the sun came up!
That's amazing!
I have something
I have to ask you.
Yes.
Are you sleeping with Beatrice?
No.
No.
Good.
Good man.
There's something
I'd like to ask you.
May I sleep with Beatrice?
Definitely not. No.
I've got something
I'd like to tell you.
What is it now?
Beatrice and I are already together.
Hey, Dylan, Dylan! Easy, easy!
I'll f***ing kill you!
Now, as we ease into adulthood
sometimes a good stiff drink
is the only excuse we have
for committing the atrocities
we really want to.
"Ease into adulthood"?
We're nearly 40!
Careful. I said I was sorry, OK?
I was gonna...
You're a selfish a**hole.
Now, hang on.
Selfish? Dylan,
you're the one that's selfish.
I might actually
have a shot with her, OK?
She could be... the one.
"The one"!
What are you, 14?
It's not charming anymore, Conrad.
I need you to sleep
somewhere else tonight.
You're kicking me out?
And you realise by kicking me out
I'll probably move in with Beatrice?
Sometimes you're
your own worst enemy.
Conrad's ability to trust
had been marred by years
of betrayal and deceit
for others had only
dated or befriended him
to gain access to his wealth.
He had been quoted
on numerous occasions
as saying that no one
could be trusted.
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