Le Week-End Page #2

Nick, we're from Birmingham.

Not by birth.

- Hello.

- Hi, Dad, it's me.

Hi, man!

Dad, are you at home?

No, we're on the continent.

In France, in Paris.

No, we haven't argued yet.

Not at all, no. It's wonderful.

I'm falling in love with

your mother all over again.

What?

- Another one? Oh, f***!

- Yeah, another one.

- What's going on?

- The place is teeming with them.

I'm going inside.

- It's important.

- Dad? Dad?

- It's a rat's nest.

- Oh...

And I don't know

what to do about it.

- Have you spoken to the estate agent?

- No, not yet.

- You should, that's the first thing to do.

- Think they'll be able to help?

Yeah.

Hmm.

Definitely not.

Come on, Meg, it's an emergency.

How can you let them stay in a house full

of rats with a three-month-old baby?

We just got rid of them.

You know what she's like.

She makes his life even more

intolerable than you make mine.

You make my blood boil

like nobody else!

That's the sign of

a deep connection.

Meg! Meg!

Do not mock or patronise me!

Come on.

He's our son.

- Come on.

- Stop!

Why won't you ever

let me touch you?

It's not love.

It's like being arrested.

I'm a phobic object for you.

Kiss me now, then.

Go on.

God!

That's us in ten years.

- Is that the height of your ambition?

- Huh?

- Ow!

- We're in Paris, give us a kiss.

God! What the f*** are you doing?

Don't you like to be spanked?

No! Don't you know me at all?

Whoa! Ow!

Oh, God, Nick!

Nick, I'm sorry.

- Sorry, are you okay?

- No, no, leave it. Leave it, it's my knee.

Oh, come on, old fella.

Take me to Casualty.

Stop it. Stop it!

Don't be such a girl.

No, really... It really hurts.

Oh, God, Nick, can't

you be a man for once?

- I'll leave you here.

- You do that. Go on.

Jesus, God! Oh!

Oh...

Ah! Oh...

It really hurts!

I'm serious.

It's not a terrible limp!

Here?

You choose lunch, I choose

dinner. Usual arrangement.

How's your knee?

Let's keep walking.

Good boy.

Too modern.

Too empty.

Too empty.

Too touristy.

And they've got an English menu.

- We have lift off.

- You sure?

Good.

- Madame, monsieur, bonjour.

- Bonjour.

Bliss.

- Madame, monsieur, le menu.

- Merci.

Merci.

I can't think when I've ever

had a harder decision to make.

Monsieur?

Madame.

Vivant.

Ros.

It's the nicest thing I've

ever put in my mouth.

Listen.

Thanks for bringing me.

Try.

Mmm!

Oh, God.

I was sceptical. But I'm

so glad we did this.

Why sceptical?

You've been attacking

me a lot, lately.

Do you know why?

DO you?

You're making that noise.

Am I?

Have I always done it?

Like an old horse at the trough.

Enjoyment, some people call it.

Lack of inhibition, freedom.

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