By the Sea Page #4

I know you started smoking.

Did you?

Yeah. I know you.

(LEA AND FRANOIS CONVERSING IN FRENCH)

(LEA GASPS)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(BOTH CONTINUE CONVERSING IN FRENCH)

(FRANCOIS CHUCKLING)

(LEA GASPING)

(MOANING)

(BOTH MOANING)

VANESSA:
Do you see that fisherman?

He goes out every day,

comes back every night.

Hardly catches any fish.

What keeps him from going insane?

From being so tired of it all?

What is it we don't know?

Let's go to the caf for a drink.

Mmm...

No.

How about we invite our neighbors?

Get them liquored up, and see

what they do when they're plastered.

- (JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

- (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(ALL CONVERSING IN FRENCH)

What would you like?

- I heard pastis is good.

- Pastis. Pastis.

(CLINK)

- Hey!

- Hello.

ALL:
Bonsoir.

Hello.

ROLAND:
This is Vanessa's

first encounter with pastis.

- (ALL EXCLAIMING)

- Really?

- And?

- VANESSA:
And I've had two.

- Yeah?

- Mmm-hmm.

What did you think?

I think you should have two.

- LEA:
(CHUCKLES) Oh.

- FRANOIS:
I'm not so sure.

- ROLAND:
Just takes a little practice.

- Yeah?

FRANOIS:
I have some memories.

(LAUGHING)

So, Roland,

Vanessa tells us you're a writer.

- Uh, some days.

- It's great. I wish I could write.

Mmm. Well, I do, too, lately.

- Hmm.

- WAITER:
Voil.

- LEA:
Oh-la-la.

- (ALL LAUGHING)

- What do you do, Franois?

- Mmm, I just opened an art gallery in Paris.

- ROLAND:
Mmm.

- It's your own gallery?

FRANOIS:
Yes. I was a dealer first.

Art dealer, and then I opened a gallery.

And hopefully, I have the help

of my nice little wife.

- So we work together.

- (FRANOIS AND LEA LAUGHING)

- Cheers.

- Okay, cheers, everyone.

LEA:
Cheers.

Mmm.

- Mmm.

- That's strong.

- What do you do, Vanessa?

- Me?

- Absolutely nothing.

- (BOTH GASP)

LEA:
You're a wife, like me.

VANESSA:
Mmm... Technically, yes.

- But I'm not very good at that either.

- That's not true.

She's a fantastic wife.

She's the best little homemaker

in the world.

Not funny?

I used to be a dancer.

- LEA:
Oh.

- Mmm.

That's great.

Why did you stop?

Because I got old.

- FRANOIS:
But very beautiful.

- (LEA CHUCKLES)

(CONVERSING IN FRENCH)

Yes, yes.

- I know this thing by heart.

- VANESSA:
New Yorkers do not eat pigeon.

- We eat escargot, too.

- FRANOIS:
I think I want another drink.

- We are strange.

- VANESSA:
You are strange.

- All right. Four more pastis.

- (ALL TOASTING)

(GLASSES CLINKING)

ROLAND:
Dear Lord, that was painful.

VANESSA:
Let's hope it pays off.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(GROANS)

(FRANOIS SPEAKING FRENCH)

(CONVERSING IN FRENCH)

(POURING)

(STRUMS GUITAR)

Well, now we know.

They're miserable drunks.

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