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but after work,

I like to head home,

comfort eat, weep.

So what about you, Emma?

What's your stroke?

What do you really do?

Uh, this. This is what I do.

Still, it's not forever, is it?

My room still smells. Tilly's sending

me mad. The flat's a dump.

I keep finding teeth

marks in the cheese

and her big gray bras

soaking in the sink.

Look, I'm sure it's

not a complete disaster.

London's swallowed me up.

I thought I'd make a difference,

but no one knows I'm here.

Listen, listen. Nothing truly

good was ever easy.

who said that?

You did.

Did I? That's annoying.

I'm sorry for moaning. I just...

I really wanted to hear...

How's teaching?

How's Paris?

It's good, Em.

You know, truly, really fulfilling.

well, don't sleep with

any of your students.

It's unethical and predictable.

It's good advice, Em.

Thank you.

But I've got to go

and have lunch with Mum.

well, apologize again, will you?

I didn't mean to

call your dad a fascist.

A bourgeois fascist.

Say sorry and, Dexter...

My money's running out.

Em?

Can you hear me?

Dex? Dex?

I miss you.

Forty-five minutes late.

Yeah, well, I got waylaid.

And where were

you last night?

Language school disco.

Was it fun?

No, it was hell.

Tell me, who's been writing you

all those long letters?

That is none of your business.

Was it that girl

who came to stay?

Yeah. Well, Emma and I

are just good friends.

How much holiday

do you need?

I'm not on holiday.

I'm teaching English.

Dexter.

Isn't that Alain Delon?

What?

Oh, no. It's your father.

Picking his corns.

Stop it.

Take me for lunch

tomorrow, will you?

Just you and me. Somewhere quiet

with white tablecloths.

I want to talk to you.

Why? Is something wrong?

No. Nothing's wrong.

Then why do we need to talk?

Do I need a reason?

There you are.

Degenerate.

Now, I thought

you might want these.

Oh, thank you, my love.

So what's for supper?

Please, God, not French food.

Golden Boy wants to see you.

Hmm?

He's got a new one.

Good night.

Good night.

Night.

Good night.

Have a good one.

We were just kissing.

You were trying to fit her

entire head in your mouth.

People have enough trouble

keeping the food down as it is.

And what does she

see in you, anyway?

Well, she says

I'm complicated.

You're just spoiled.

I got offered the job

of manager today.

They told me they wanted someone

who wasn't going anywhere.

All right, Em, listen. I think you

should take a bottle of tequila,

I think you should

walk out the door,

and I don't think you

need to ever come back.

But my job is my life.

You can't throw away years

of your life just because,

well, you think it's funny.

My hair smells of cheese.

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