Love Punch Page #4

I'll have to use my other

computer. Wait here.

- Is that his roommate, Tyler?

- I think it is.

Oh, Tyler!

- 'Close the door.'

- 'Come on, son. Close it now.'

Mr and Mrs J?

'Yes, we're here on Skype.'

'Sorry.'

'OK, I've emailed you the password.

That will get you in.'

- 'Good man!'

- 'Well done, Matt.'

Oh, and guys... it's really

good to see you together again.

- Oh!

- Hey!

- We're in.

- Good.

I've always wanted to say that.

There we go. Lexon.

Owned by one Vincent

Mathias Kruger,

international hedge fund

manager, born in Budapest,

currently resides in Paris, horribly young,

keen sportsman, patron of the arts.

Oh! Mentor to the young.

Could he look any more like a money

grabbing, cheating, immoral little sh*t?

But you're not gonna get away with

it, my friend, not on my watch.

- He can't hear you.

- I know he can't hear me.

But he's certainly

gonna feel my wrath.

- OK, Guevara, what's your plan?

- I'm gonna go to Paris.

I'm gonna go to Paris with

what little money I have left

and bang on that man's door so loudly

he's gonna pay for me to go away.

I'm gonna get back

what's rightfully mine.

- Ours.

- Ours.

I didn't work for 25 years in that

God-forsaken job to have some little...

Prick?

prick like him stroll in and

spirit away my, our, retirement.

I'm gonna do it for all the little people

who've done nothing but play by the rules.

For Marcus and Janice,

for Doreen, for you.

No, do not do it for me.

For the kids.

- How's your French?

- Rusty. Why?

Non.

Non, non, non, non, non, non.

Absolutely not. No way!

You missed it again!

I said the second exit.

I couldn't get across.

What do you mean, you couldn't

get across? Just indicate!

I am indicating, darling, but they're

not paying any bloody attention.

How can your driving

not have improved?

You've had years to practise.

Be assertive, man!

Be assertive? Right.

- This is very unlike her.

- She might have got a better offer.

- A better offer than Ken?

- Our dog's a better offer than Ken.

- Let's just get something straight, shall we?

- Yes, let's.

- We go, we sort this mess out.

- Uh-huh.

And then we go on with the

rest of our lives, separately.

Sounds good to me.

Come on then, Trotsky.

Let's get this over with.

Merci.

- Hmm... no dice.

- No.

Do you remember that time

at Soph's PTA meeting

when we couldn't get in

to see the headmaster?

- And you...?

- Yeah.

- Worth a try.

- Yeah.

Oh, sweetheart... Oh, damn!

Oh, dear, dear.

A glass of water, please.

- Which floor?

- Top floor.

- Not bad, Miss Jones. Not bad.

- You never lose skills like that.

- Can you still do that thing with your...

- No, Richard.

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