French Kiss Page #4

I wanted it to be great.

I was... 18.

Jeff the jock.

My basement. Valentine's day.

Jeopardy! In the background.

It's a game show on TV.

Jeopardy! We have it.

Jeff said it would last longer

with the show on

to distract him.

He got all the answers wrong

except for sports.

By double Jeopardy!,

he was done.

By final Jeopardy!,

he was on his way home, so...

Yeah, the first time was bad,

but since then, it's

been mainly good,

and then I found

somebody special,

so it was great.

Could I ask you something?

Do you believe in love,

the kind that lasts forever?

I loved my mother.

No. Everybody

loves their mother,

even people who

hate their mothers.

Is one man meant for one woman?

That is the question.

It is not

an interesting question.

It is the question

of a little girl

who believes in fairy tales.

It's an everyone question,

one that everybody thinks

they have the answer to,

until, one day,

something happens.

Something happened?

Look, I understand.

I understand.

One love for you

would be like

having to eat home

for the rest of your life...

And you probably like to go out

to a different restaurant

every chance you get.

Careful, now.

What's that?

It is nothing.

Are you hiding something?

I have to go.

I have to go again.

Again?

Parfait.

Why'd you let me drink so much?

Me? I did not let you

do anything.

You did it yourself.

And I will give you

a ride into Paris, OK.?

It will save you a lot

of money, believe me.

After what we have been

through together...

Where are you staying?

George V.

"Nothing to declare."

That is you.

Me, they're going to stop.

They always do.

I meet you outside,

one minute maximum.

Your passport and plane ticket.

Would you open your bag?

Wait for me.

That won't be necessary.

What are you doing here?

Don't you think

a cop gets a vacation?

Give him back his papers.

Look... there's Louise.

I need a taxi to the

George V in Paris.

I'll call you Monday.

We'll have a drink.

Why wait till Monday?

I've got something...

Never mind... let's go.

Papa, why are you looking

through the man's things?

The same reason I look

through your room when you're asleep.

To protect my loved ones

from themselves.

You won't find anything in there.

Are you really a thief?

Me?

Daddy says you saved his life.

It's true. You see this little scar?

Luc stopped it

from going all the way over here.

He's no criminal.

That's what I keep telling him.

To the left, Louise.

Oui, madame?

Yes, bonjour.

Do you speak any English?

Of course.

This is the George V,

not some backpacker's hovel.

Hovel?

Of course not.

Could you tell me which room

Charlie Lytton is

staying in, please?

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