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Original subtitles

[MUSIC PLAYING]

The church was the object of my earliest affections.

I dreamed of becoming a missionary, and if really lucky,

perhaps even a martyr.

Like generations of my ancestors,

I was born in an ancient town in Hungary, whose name I won't

torment you with.

I was not yet 10 when we entered the Second World War

on the German side, an ill-fated move, but consistent with 500

years of similarly brilliant decisions.

My father, outraged by my country's choice of dead fellows,

spoke out against the rising tide of Nazism

and was stabbed to death by a local fanatic.

In a world turbulent with war and suffering,

I found solace in the company of women.

I was brought up by my mother and her friends.

Never since then, my life has revolved around the women I have loved.

Father, how can you live without a wife?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[INAUDIBLE] for you, my son.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Courage, Andras.

There are many ways to serve God.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

My religious zeal was soon directed

at other points of interest.

He's after my breasts, the little devil.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

A bombing raid separated me from my mother.

I drifted with our retreating army across the frontier

to Austria, then occupied by the Americans.

The GIs took me under their wings

and supplied me with bagfuls of coveted rations.

I soon became a leading black marketeer.

It wasn't long before I discovered a line of business

that was in even greater demand than food.

It assured my popularity with the soldiers.

Come, Ted.

It was a nice to remember.

Gaston, au revoir.

My most appreciated commodity was a Hungarian countess

who bore a distinguished aristocratic name.

I would smuggle her in at night from a nearby refugee camp

while the military police looked the other way.

On one of these occasions, I saw her naked.

It was miraculous.

Without considering the consequences,

I rushed to exploit the situation.

Go away from me.

Get out of here.

Lay on your back, wicked boy.

You want powdered milk?

We've got boxes.

Wicked boy.

Eggs, too.

Real fresh eggs.

Oh, my God.

What is it you would like?

Parachute silk?

Canned ham?

Nylons?

Caviar?

How old are you?

Old enough.

I guess you are.

I've got real good connections in that canteen.

Better than any of those officers.

The cooks like me.

I can get you anything.

Go back home to mother.

This is no place for a boy like you.

What's wrong?

Don't you like me?

You are grown up, aren't you?

May God forgive you.

May God forgive me.

[snoring]

Her act of kindness in delivering me from my misery on the captain's bed

marked the end of my childhood.

When the war was over, I set out in search of my mother

and found her in Budapest.

My adolescence became a richest-to-rag story,

from black market tycoon to plain schoolboy,

from American-occupied Western Europe to communist Hungary,

from the generosity of the countess, who overlooked my awkwardness,

to giggling schoolgirls who only wished to mock it.

That was my Hungary in 1951.

Free elections, with one party on the ballot.

Plenty of girls to refuse my amorous advances.

[music]

Come with me to Szechazbach.

Is it far from here? I told my mother I'd be home by 10 o'clock.

Oh, no.

[laughing]

[chatter]

May I have the next dance, please?

You may, if you can find yourself a partner.

[laughing]

[music]

How about this dance, then?

Professor?

[music]

Aw, you're all alone.

Nobody to go with you to Szechazbach tonight.

It's a darn shame.

Would you like a guide to tour?

No. I've already seen the movie.

How about another movie, then?

What movie?

Devil in the Flesh with Girard Philippe.

With Girard Philippe?

Anytime.

But where would that leave you?

It's the second time tonight somebody's taken me for a fool.

Are you angry?

What if I am?

Hmm. There's my date.

Stay angry.

It makes you look so very manly.

I'll be seeing you.

[music]

Good evening, Mrs. Horvath.

Hello, Kameny.

An absolutely beautiful night, Andra.

I suppose so, Mrs. Horvath. I took a walk by the Danube.

All by yourself?

Yes.

Long walks in the silent city.

I used to be so hopelessly romantic.

I've almost finished the book you lent me.

Your translation is very beautiful.

Why, thank you, Andras.

Coming from you, that's quite a compliment.

Oh.

Andras.

You're growing very fast.

Soon you'll be taller than my husband.

Good night, Mrs. Horvath.

Good night.

Had a good time?

Yes.

Don't you want your supper?

No, thank you.

Andras, what's the matter?

[chatter]

Pussy!

Pussy! Pussy!

Pussy! Pussy! Pussy! Pussy! Pussy!

This is London calling.

Good evening, Mr. Horvath.

I thought I would return your books.

After you.

Eva, Peter and Clary meet our young friend, Andras Vajda.

Clary is Maya's cousin. She's also a friend.

Hello.

Andras, you brought the books.

Would you like to join us for coffee?

Let's see what kind of books interest our younger generation.

Ah, Maya's own translation of Lamartine's Meditation Poétique.

Great romantic stuff. You're quite a serious reader.

And a fast one, aren't you?

No doubt you've read my survey of socialist culture in the peace-loving nations.

I'm about to, Mr. Horvath.

It's compulsory reading in our school.

Let's see what you have here.

Balzac.

Oh, Dostoevsky.

And what are you?

Andras is 16.

And a half.

But he skipped two grades.

No doubt you'll be wanting some other books.

If I'm disturbing, perhaps I should come back another time.

Nonsense. You take your time and pick some books.

I used to be a bookworm myself.

Let's see.

Hmm. Let's see.

Eighteenth century. No.

Distinguished but very boring.

They planned every move.

Let's see.

Ah, Byron.

He's witty and cynical, but he's passionate.

A real mean romantic.

Stendhal.

A delicious schemer.

With him all's fair in the war of love.

Scarlet and black.

You'll find it exciting and familiar.

I don't believe half those letters are serious about socialist ideals.

Well, it's because of their fat on the state support.

So I had to meet them.

Good night, everybody. It was a pleasure meeting you.

Good night.

Oh, Scarlet and black, hmm?

May I have a light?

Clary, I don't smoke anymore.

He's only 16, Clary.

And a half.

Too bad you couldn't join us for coffee.

Andras, I hope that your passion for literature doesn't make you become ill.

I mean, you must have been reading night and day to get through those books so quickly.

I'm sorry.

Good night.

Why did you marry him?

Why didn't you come to the concert?

You were there, weren't you?

Yes, François.

I waited for you for over an hour.

If you had come, I wouldn't have married.

Listen, Varda.

Let me talk.

It's very good that you're talking to me.

I've been waiting for you for three months.

Oh, I'm head over heels in love.

Yes, I know. Jouard Philippe.

Can I help it if I am?

I'm not jealous.

That's too bad.

You can take me home now.

If you wish.

Aren't you just a little bit...

What?

Jealous.

I don't think we should ever meet again.

But you told me you were in love with me.

Yes, I am in love with you, but you said you wanted to stay a virgin.

Only until I'm 17.

That's a lie. You said no such thing.

Only until I'm 17.

And do you know when my birthday is coming up next?

Next month.

You mean you're going to make love with me next month?

I didn't say that.

I just said I wasn't planning on staying a virgin after I was 17.

Will you ever stop playing games with me?

That's for you to find out on my 17th birthday.

Hello, Mrs. Warba.

Hello, Andres.

Come on in. I'm having an espresso.

I finished Byron.

I really did.

I swear I did.

We should have made you sit down and join us the other evening.

I'm not complaining.

Sit down.

Thank you.

Tom's at the office.

He's working much too hard these days.

Even on Sundays?

He's got a textbook, I imagine.

It'll be compulsory reading soon.

So, how are you doing at school?

Fine.

In school I'm doing all right.

Yes?

What I'm not doing so well is with the girls.

They're driving me crazy. They're so unpredictable.

Maybe you're a little too predictable.

All the girls I know are absolutely weird.

You must have a strange effect on them, Andres.

I don't like to be taken for the fool.

You shouldn't have to.

They don't want to make love with me.

I tried everything.

I don't think you should let that upset you, Andres.

You might have reasons you don't understand.

I guess I just don't understand women.

I don't know what to say. I don't know the right moment.

You're a woman. Let me ask you.

You ought to ask my husband.

He should give you some good advice.

He's had plenty of experience.

Why? Does he have other women?

Let's see.

What could I tell you that would be useful with a girl?

Why wouldn't a girl want to make love with me?

You might be a bit too intense, Andres.

It could make a girl nervous.

I think it's your eyes.

They look like...

they would burn a hole in her skin.

[whistling]

You want to come up?

No. You come down first.

I want you to wish me happy birthday.

Would you like to see the present I got from Daddy?

Happy birthday.

[whistling]

How do you like my birthday present?

Hey, I just wanted to show you...

my new nightie.

[sighs]

Just go ahead, please.

Don't mind me.

[sighs]

You're hurting me.

I'm sorry.

[gasps]

Stop it!

Not knowing how to go about unlocking a woman...

is a big step apart from her submission.

I've failed miserably.

The moral of this episode is...

young girls should only show their nighties to older men.

Am I your first girl?

I thought you...

I better put my nightie back on.

Here you go.

I'm sorry.

Tell me how I can make you love me tonight.

The chateau clock just struck a quarter to ten...

and still he had not dared to act.

Infuriated by his own cowardice...

Julian Sorrell said to himself...

"The moment the clock strikes ten...

"I will do this evening what I promised myself all day that I would do...

"or I will go back to my room and blow my brains out."

[sighs]

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.

I thought you were out.

Why did you ring then?

Well, come on in.

I've been sleeping too much anyway.

I'll make you a Nestressa.

Not if you ever want to see me again.

You're cocky tonight. Good.

[door opens]

Chin-chin.

I decided to throw myself in the Danube...

if I didn't ask you to make love with me tonight.

That's settled, then.

You've asked.

No need to jump.

I thought you told me once not to worry about looking like a fool.

It isn't fair to quote me against myself.

You want me to leave?

It isn't fair to ask.

[music]

Oh, my love.

Should have known.

You got through those books so fast.

I couldn't finish all of them.

Aha.

Well, you know that night I met you in the elevator?

Yeah.

I couldn't sleep. I just laid in bed.

My eyes were open all night.

I didn't sleep a lot of nights, too, thinking of you.

Really?

Mm.

You'd come through the door, and you'd look like a dream.

Oh.

You're so beautiful.

[sniffing]

[yawns]

Good morning.

Time to go to school.

No.

I love you.

A noble sentiment, I'm sure.

Do you love me?

I do. I do love you.

I'll love you forever.

No, Andras. No forevers.

But I do.

I never said good morning.

Is there someone else?

Well, there is my husband.

Yes, but he has another woman, doesn't he?

Yes, he has another woman.

And now I have another man.

You're careful not to say boy.

I speak from experience, sir.

How could he have another woman when he has you?

She's a pretty little creature.

And you don't mind?

Yes.

And now you'll learn it's possible

to love more than one person at the same time.

And now you'd better go to school.

No.

The Lake Ballaton area here

is the largest wine-producing cooperative.

Now, in the first five-year plan,

we produced more bushels...

Ah, the late Henry Vida.

It is kind of you to join us at last.

Have you an excuse, Andras?

Perhaps my excuse would get me into more trouble

than my offense, Professor.

Hmm.

An intriguing answer.

Perhaps even a gallant answer.

You should be proud of your prowess with answers.

You're off the hook, Andras.

[ grunts ]

Have another piece of cake, Andras.

I really can't, Mother. I've got to go.

At least let Annalise have a good look at you.

Oh, let him go at it, I understand.

He's a busy young man.

I wish I could stay longer, Mother,

but I promised Miss Horvat I'd help her on a book.

And, Annalise, you're as beautiful as I remember.

[ chuckles ]

Ah, poets.

Maya, when do we ever go out together?

Aren't you happy like this?

And this?

You're out of your mind wasting your time with that boy.

Get a divorce.

Get married again.

How about you following your own advice, Mary?

I will.

Right now, my ex-husband, may he live forever,

is supporting me better than he ever did when we were together.

I'm not about to kill the goose that lays the golden egg.

Hmm.

Which reminds me, how is the dear boy?

Delicious.

Oh, all right, you old romancer.

You just take care of yourself, hmm?

Remember, you can't count on young men.

Yes, dear boys are all so selfish.

Now you're talking about a boy.

Now you're talking sense.

Really? How's this for sense?

He loves me. He pleases me.

He loves pleasing me.

I'm the one who's selfish, and I could go on forever.

So you've got yourself a virile young buck.

Great. A gift from the gods.

But just make sure he isn't the one to leave you.

Leave me, and I know what I'm talking about.

I imagine you two are up already.

Isn't he always?

I just woke up.

Clary.

Andras.

Well, I guess I should be moving along.

After all, I have promises to keep.

Anybody I know.

Oh, haven't you acquired the one-track mind?

It's the only way to live. Stay on a bit.

Yes, why don't you?

I don't think I can take much more of you two.

Bye.

She hates my guts.

He's only trying to protect me.

Protect you from what?

From a selfish woman who's crazy about this boy.

When was the first time you decided to let me make love with you?

Was it when I asked if you wanted me to leave?

You wanted me to leave?

Huh?

When did you decide you wanted me?

Well...

Um...

When I borrowed my first book.

Well, that's when the decision was made.

You made it.

(train whistle)

(phone ringing)

I'll get it.

Hello, Clary.

I said to myself that if anyone were in need of fresh eggs,

it would be you, Maya.

Lucky, the grocer thinks I've got good legs.

Good for at least half a dozen eggs.

Otherwise, it's one to a customer.

Stop boasting.

The things I do for you young lovers.

Flaunting myself in front of grocery clerks

and all to fan the flames in your nest.

I think you're mixing your metaphors.

Speaking of nests, you two are always cooped up here

like crazy.

Why don't we all go out one night and paint the town red?

Around the waterfront I know a spot

Sailors like because they like it hot

They want to be the first there

No one has died of thirst there

Unless you hit this spot you'll miss a hole

Sailor, sailor, drop your anchor here

Think of no one else when I am near

I am the girl you dream of

This is the place for you to let some steam off

Sailor, set your sail and come to me

When you are ashore forget the sea

This is the main attraction

Come on now, don't be shy

Let's see some action

Sailor, sailor, don't give up the ship

Come to me and kiss me on the lip

I will tonight amuse you

When the morning comes I know I will amuse you

If you like it, sailor, ask for more

Don't be all at sea when you're ashore

This is the main attraction

Come on now, don't be shy

Let's see some action

Sailor, sailor, don't give up the ship

Come on now, don't be shy

Let's see some action

Come on now, don't be shy

Let's see some action

Come on now, don't be shy

Let's see some action

Come on now, don't be shy

Let's see some action

Come on now, don't be shy

Let's see some action

Come on now, don't be shy

Let's see some action

Come on now, don't be shy

Let's see some action

Come on now, don't be shy

Let's see some action

Give us the grand tour, pops.

Sure thing, sonny.

Just make sure the old nag trots real easy, huh?

And take your time. You're carrying royalty tonight.

[music]

(upbeat music)

(humming)

- Whoa.

(humming)

- Away here, please.

Yes, sir.

- That was a delicious side dish.

- I'm beginning to understand Maya.

(doorbell ringing)

- I'm glad you're home.

- Supper again, Josh.

- Maya?

- Maya's out.

- Well, did you think you could fix this lady a drink

while she sits down and rests her weary feet?

Oh, wonderful.

When's Maya coming back?

- Oh, not for a while.

- Well, I guess that puts you in charge, doesn't it?

What'll we do next?

- Seduce me?

- Oh, I'm surprised at you, Andres.

- Well, you asked me what to do.

- Say, I was just making friendly conversation.

- I was just being my friendly self.

- You little traitor.

Poor Maya.

I told her how stupid she was

getting involved with a boy like you.

She should divorce that wretch of a husband of hers

and marry a good man.

- Are you serious?

- Oh, you're horrible.

Maya's given you a whole year of her life

and this is how you pay her back, hmm?

Oh yes, I watched you in that nightclub.

Your eyes nearly popped at that singer.

Now how can she trust a wicked boy like you?

(Andres grunting)

, (Andres grunting)

(Andres grunting)

- Looks like fun.

Maybe I should join you.

- Um.

(dramatic music)

(cork popping)

(dramatic music)

- Are you finished?

- I guess so.

Look, I won't do it again.

- I'm sorry.

(dramatic music)

(gentle music)

- Uh, a Cinzano, please.

(gentle music)

- May I have a light?

- Of course.

(gentle music)

- Thank you.

- Expecting company?

- No, not tonight.

- Good night, darling.

- Good night.

- Your luck ran out, huh?

- He said it.

- Well, the night's still young.

Your luck can't change, you know.

Would you like to try fucking me?

- I don't know if I know you well enough.

- You're a virgin, aren't you?

- No, no, I'm not.

- Well, then.

(gentle music)

Here we are.

You know, my mother would have a fit

if she knew that I was living in what used to be

a storefront, but even for this dump,

I needed connections.

(gentle music)

Well?

(gentle music)

Oh, leave the lights on.

I want to see your face.

Come, come closer.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

First, my panties.

I want you to take them off.

(gentle music)

Look at me.

I want to see your face.

- Maybe you should get under the covers.

You might catch a cold.

- Oh, you're a good boy.

(gentle music)

- I thought you said you wanted me to fuck you.

- I just said, why don't you try it?

I used to do it to myself a lot.

You know, I'd love to feel a man inside.

But what if you made me pregnant?

I like you a lot, but you could make me pregnant.

- Mincie, if you want me to go--

- But I don't want you to go.

I don't.

I hate to be alone.

(gentle music)

I'd rather screw with you than anybody else.

But I have to save myself from my husband.

(gentle music)

(car engine rumbling)

(gentle music)

(car engine rumbling)

(gentle music)

(door thudding)

- I saw the light in your window.

May I come in, please?

- I'm not alone.

- Who's in there with you?

- She'll make the whole house.

- Oh, who's the man?

- Nobody special, just Tom, my husband.

- Your husband?

- Oh, gosh.

It's time we came to terms with realities.

- You, you called him back.

- I may have.

I don't know.

Don't torture me.

- If you leave me now, you're a liar.

You told me that you could love

more than one person at a time.

- I still think that.

I just don't feel it anymore.

- I think you'd better go now.

Tom won't know what to think.

- I don't care about him.

I'll take you away with me tonight, please.

- Let me look at you.

Just like this.

Now kiss me.

- I'm not alone forever.

(Tom crying)

(footsteps tapping)

(Tom crying)

(upbeat music)

- Five years passed since Maya left me.

Years as ungratifying in love

as they were exciting in our growing opposition

to the communist rulers.

We were bubbling with enthusiasm

about changing the future of our country.

(all laughing)

- Dear Professor Stephan,

now that we're your friends,

not your students anymore,

we'd like to ask you a question

that's been bothering the entire

philosophy seminar for years.

- Huh, what's that?

- We'd like to know how come in your 10 years

of screwing around at the university--

- Tibor, you're going too far.

- Oh, shut up, Mary, let him go on.

- Well, we'd like to know

in your years at the university,

how come you've never gone after a girl

who was a member of the party?

- Hmm, is that what my public really wants to know?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Well, I'll tell you.

I don't fuck party members

because they all worship a bigger prick than me,

our glorious leader.

(all laughing)

- Andras is no longer with us.

- Hush, everyone, no more profanities.

A goddess has just descended on this establishment.

(all laughing)

- Can I have the double cognac and espresso?

(upbeat music)

- This joint hasn't served this much champagne

since Comrade Staldin kicked the bucket.

(all laughing)

(upbeat music)

- Tibor, why don't you take the professor home?

I'll pay the bill and catch up with you all later.

(all grunting)

- Come on, professor.

(all grunting)

- Time to go home.

- I'm pissed.

- Oh, well, that's news to us.

You just relax and we'll pour you into a cab.

- I should.

(all laughing)

- You're a disgrace to the philosophy business.

- Time to go, Betty-bye.

- Take me away.

- Thank you.

- Come on.

- There you go, professor.

Put your old armor on.

- All right.

(all grunting)

- Good luck, Andras.

(upbeat music)

- This is you.

(upbeat music)

- After Maya, I longed for a mature woman.

Charmed by the elegant lady in black,

I was determined to act.

I rehearsed every conceivable opening line

and one by one disregarded them.

(upbeat music)

(Music)

Beautiful lady.

(Music)

This exquisite antique ashtray is yours.

If you become my lover.

I beg your pardon?

Um, this genuine antique ashtray in exchange for your love.

Well, I have to say that that is the most original line that anyone has ever handed me.

You are considering it then?

Your magnanimous gift belongs to the management.

But, I do believe that your intentions are honoured.

(Music)

From that moment of bliss, I promised myself I would never accept that which the heart rejects.

(Music)

Do you know how lucky I am?

The same evening that I lost my lover.

I knew what had come of it.

It's so beautiful.

(Laughter)

(Speaking in Russian)

(Laughter)

Oh, listen. Listen to me.

(Speaking in Russian)

Oh, you think that you picked me up.

Oh, right.

(Speaking in Russian)

I don't know.

(Speaking in Russian)

Are you?

(Speaking in Russian)

Oh, yeah.

Of course.

I remember you.

Oh, you do.

Uh-huh.

You're the lady with the violin, the cognac and the cigarettes.

Yeah. Oh, yes.

Oh.

Oh, God, you're a tigress.

Oh, yeah.

Don't you ever stop?

You are the best.

Oh, Bobby.

Bobby.

(Panting)

(Groaning)

(Panting)

Let's do it the French way.

(Sighing)

What?

(Groaning)

Huh.

Oh, Bobby.

(Alarm clock ringing)

(Door opening)

Good morning.

(Slurping)

I want to marry you.

(Laughing)

I'm not young. I take you at your word.

Bobby, I mean it.

(Laughing)

Oh, I'm off. I'm off.

Oh, yes.

I have a rehearsal at 10. I have a concert tonight.

So, have to meet this afternoon.

No, we'll go shopping and, um, we'll have dinner.

(Kissing)

Bobby, don't you ever get tired?

It's the energy. It's Einstein's law.

(Laughing)

Oh, and you are a marvelous source of energy.

I'm brush. Look at it.

Look at it. It's happening.

In 1956, Hungary was the place to be

if you were young, romantic and prepared to die for liberty.

I grew myself into a life of loving Bobby and serving our revolution.

I cannot imagine a more exciting time

than the one I experienced in those days.

Most of the students at the university

were ready to wear our badge of freedom.

Bobby was my inspiration in the summer and fall of 1956.

(Music)

Freedom of speech. Freedom of the press.

Freedom of thought. Freedom.

(Music)

(Typing)

Andras, can I come take a look at this?

Rally tonight for press conference.

Eight o'clock tonight, Papadis Square. Be there on time.

Take a few, give them to your friends.

Pass them out.

Eight o'clock, Papadis Square. Be there. All the information is on the bulletin.

(Gunshots)

When the government saw how far we'd really gone,

they tried to stop us, but it was too late.

Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!

Freedom! Freedom!

(Music)

My friends! My friends, I have wonderful news!

The army and the workers are with us!

The government is packing! Hungary is free!

(Cheering)

(Music)

We had two weeks of heady freedom

before one gray dawn, hundreds of Soviet tanks brought us back to our senses.

It's all over.

I'm going to get a gun. The fight's still on.

It's all over, but the bleeding.

Well, I'll bleed then!

It's better than sitting down doing nothing.

Using heavy artillery.

That night, my illusions were shattered once and for all.

Andras.

You know you have to leave the country.

No, I'm not going to run away.

Oh, my love, that's running away from a senseless, useless death.

That's all.

I packed your suitcase.

Robby.

I'm staying here with you.

(Thunder)

Twelve years ago, I was your age.

They were rounding up all the Jews in Budapest.

And the man that I loved said to me,

"Bobby, Bobby, get out. Go quickly now while there's a chance."

I was such a romantic.

And I embraced him, just like this.

And I said, "I will never leave you.

We will die together."

And they tore us apart before we got out of the apartment house.

Andras, you have to go.

You have no choice. While the roads are open, you have to go quickly.

Andras, you go to America. You have to go.

You have to.

Bobby, I don't want to leave.

I don't want to leave you.

I'm not sending you because I want you to go.

Come with me?

They're not going to bother about me. It's the men they want. You did the fighting.

I won't leave without you.

Oh, I tell you won't. Would you give him a hand, please?

Look, I need a change. I'm getting tired.

Of course, Bobby was right. I had to go.

The revolution was lost.

[Music]

After nearly eight months in refugee camps, I settled in Canada.

Two years of adjusting to my new country had taught me that honest work got you money,

money got you honest value, and an honest approach to sex got you absolutely nowhere.

I was starving in the midst of plenty, but I kept on trying.

[Music]

Lovely lady, this beautiful antique ashtray is yours if you become my lover.

You must be out of your mind, and if you don't stop it, I'll call the police.

You're European, n'est-ce pas?

Makes you think so.

Your past with that poor woman was absolutely hopeless.

You know, it had worked before.

Not in Canada, I bet.

You are not Canadian?

Non, je suis Française. I am French French.

Ah, well in that case, this exquisite ashtray is yours.

No, thank you. I am not a collector either.

May I sit down anyhow?

If you like.

[Coffee pouring]

So, what brings you to Montreal?

I am the correspondent of a French news agency.

And you? What's your excuse for sitting around a café when the population is at work?

Oh, I'm a lecturer, and the term is over.

A lecturer?

Let me guess what you teach.

For sure not psychology.

Mathematics, you are calculating, but no.

No, no.

Let me see.

Too practical for arts and literature.

And not subtle enough for government.

You must be a philosopher.

That's amazing.

How did you guess?

Your socks don't match.

Come on, Andras. You are supposed to come from a race of great horsemen.

Yes, I know. My family was an exception.

We went in for religion and sex instead.

That was really fun.

Yes, it certainly was.

Come on. Come on, we're going home now.

You know, I've never been invited for a home meal since I've been here.

Listen, you're missing a thing.

The best food in Montreal is in restaurants.

Still, it's not the same as a home-cooked meal.

Andras, listen. For one thing, I have a husband.

And for another, if I want to have you for dinner, I'll ask you. Okay?

It was nice knowing you.