Mr. Morgan's Last Love Page #3

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I've got half an hour left.

You want to come and watch?

Okay.

(COUNTRY/WESTERN SONG BEGINS)

Cinq, six, cinq,

six, sept, huit.

(MUSIC CONTINUING)

(MUSIC CONTINUING)

(SONG ENDS)

(SCATTERED APPLAUSE

AND LAUGHTER)

Bravo! C'tait trs bien!

You're not obliged to have

lunch with me, Pauline.

I know. But you're obliged to

have lunch with me, Mr. Morgan!

You wait for me here,

I'll be right back.

I've got a surprise for you.

(CHILD COUNTING IN FRENCH)

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

Matthew!

This will be our bench.

You got us hot dogs?

I thought maybe

you were homesick.

Careful!

Ohh! What a klutz

I am.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't

have made you eat out here.

I like it here.

Anyway, I could use

a little chaos in my life.

- I'm afraid it's ruined.

- That's okay.

So you think I'm chaotic?

Unpredictable.

Well, I hope it didn't

ruin your appetite.

Absolutely not.

You shaved your beard.

Yeah.

Don't you like it?

I do.

But I liked your beard.

It reminded me of my father.

Well, I hope

you like your father.

I did.

He's dead.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- It was a long time ago.

- I didn't realize that.

Your hair.

What?

It's so like my wife's hair.

Well, I hope

you like your wife.

I did. She's dead.

Matthew.

That's not funny.

I'm not kidding.

She died.

Three years, two months

and 11 days ago.

You want to talk about it?

No.

Oh, sh*t.

(BOTH SPEAKING FRENCH)

Matthew, this is Lucien.

Lucien, this is Matthew.

I'm really glad you came by.

I'll see you soon, okay?

Yeah.

- Bye, Matthew.

- Bye.

I'm early.

You certainly are.

Is it okay?

Uh... come in.

This is a very nice apartment.

My wife found it for us.

Have you read all those books?

I'm afraid so.

What are you doing with them?

I'm selling them.

I don't want them anymore.

You must have someone

who wants them, no?

No, I don't.

You have a car?

I wish you'd sound a little less surprised,

but yes, I do.

I'm sorry, Matthew,

but I did meet you on the bus.

Yes.

Imagine that.

Thank you.

MATTHEW:

We have a reservation.

(MAN SPEAKING FRENCH)

Morgan.

PAULINE:
Merci.

Pauline, come in here.

We'll take this table.

MATRE D':
Monsieur...

MATTHEW:
Mademoiselle...

...is perfect, thank you!

And we'll have two glasses

of your best champagne,

s'il te plait.

Merci.

S'il vous plait.

S'il vous plait.

S'il vous plait.

I was a professor.

At Princeton.

Did you ever attend university?

No.

Maybe I would have

liked it, I don't know.

It's too late now anyway.

It's never too late

to learn something, Pauline.

My mother always complained that

I didn't have any ambition.

She wanted me

to become a real dancer.

You are a real dancer.

- No, I'm not.

- Yeah.

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