Damage Page #3

I think I'll walk.

Are you sure?

Absolutely.

See Brussels at dawn.

Come on.

Really. I need the exercise.

It's up to you.

See you later.

La gare, s'il vous plait,

pour Paris.

Hotel Lutetia, bonjour.

Mademoiselle Barton,

s'il vous plait.

Mademoiselle Barton?

Elle est avec

un Monsieur Fleming.

C'est pour Mademoiselle Barton.

Turn left outside the hotel.

Take the first street

on the left.

Go to the end.

I'll be by the church.

Bien. Merci.

I love you.

I know.

I can't see past you.

I think

you've never seen much at all.

I have to go back.

He's still asleep.

Don't follow us... please.

Hotel Lutetia, bonjour.

I would like a room for the day.

For one person?

Et une petit dejeuner...

Des oeufs de jambon...

du cafe, du pain,

des croissants.

Et aussi, s'il vous plait...

une bonne bouteille

de vin rouge.

Look who's here. How are you?

Brussels all right?

I was bringing Raymond in

for some breakfast.

He had to meet me so early.

I can do without.

I'll do anything for you.

Who's that?

His name is Henry.

He slept over this weekend.

Sally's in love.

In love?

That's the last time

I leave this house.

Check the mark.

It is.

Will you hand me that?

- Hold on.

- This one?

There's a call for you on three.

"Seven-three-one"?

That's the one.

I need to see you.

Of course.

At lunchtime.

Where?

Somewhere public.

Oh, my God. Again?

It's not what you're thinking.

It's a different matter.

It's difficult to explain

over the phone.

I'll tell you more

when I see you.

I'll call you back later.

All right.

Would you sign these for me?

Certainly.

I brought some sandwiches.

I thought it was going

to be a nice day.

I've been thinking

about what we should do.

Do?

I have to leave Ingrid.

There's no doubt about that.

It's the right thing

for everybody.

I can't go on...

not like this.

What happened in Paris...

The way I behaved.

I've never had feelings

like this.

I have to get them

into some sort of...

order.

I know it'll be hard for Martyn.

He's fond of you.

He loves me.

I know, but he's young.

He'll get over it.

He's your son.

He'd hate you.

He'd hate me for a while, but...

You'd lose him.

You'd lose your own son?

You'd also destroy the life

you've made with Ingrid.

It's a good life.

What you say doesn't make sense.

How come you're so sure?

Because in your heart,

you don't even want it.

You want us to start

eating breakfast together?

I'd like that.

You'd like it

if we lived in the same house...

read the papers together?

What would you gain

if you left Ingrid?

I'd gain you.

You'd be gaining something

you already have.

When can you see me?

Thursday.

Thursday at five o'clock.

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