Parlez-vous français?
Je suis sad
Shall I order an espresso?
Or cappuccino?
Armagnac
Why we bothered heaven knows
Marcel's a dreamer
The firing squad
Armagnac
And a glass of house white for me
Two weeks before we meet again.
Two weeks before we meet again.
Is that all?
The same again?
The same again
Here's the man of the hour!
Please promise me you'll answer...
Am I allowed to join you?
Who's with Rose?
...truthfully
What's the question?
You must promise first
I promise, I promise
Rose's young fan!
How old are you?
In three years I'll be twenty
Is this your younger brother, Rose?
Is that all?
Seventeen!
Is that all?
Another armagnac
You're in with a chance there!
I have this theory
If you think what those images mean
Then clearly
Most of Ibsen's subtext is obscene
Seventeen
It makes one very aware
Darling, it's only two weeks
Parlez-vous français?
Je suis sad.
Oh, turn that thing off!
Parlez-vous fran
I don't need some crooner crooning
Or a stage-door Johnny swooning
Look, if I'm not very nice to you
It's because I have things to worry me
But thanks for the flowers every night
I'm resting again
That's what actresses say when they're not in a play
You're a long way from England
Yes
And what brings you to Montpellier?
I'm traveling through France until my call-up
You mean the army?
May I ask a stupid question?
How will you survive for two weeks?
I'll get along somehow
What, with no money?
May I make a bold suggestion?
And what kind of bold suggestion?
Come away with me, Rose
With you? Where?
I have a villa
Don't be suspicious
You won't believe it
The view of the Pyrenees!
I leave this evening
Come with me
Are you sure you want me to accept?
Very well, then
I accept
Here. Have some armagnac
Not another night in this hateful city!
You'll need to pack
We'll meet at the station
I'll pick up my script and my dress
By the way
Yes?
..What's your name?
No, let me guess.
Rupert?
No. It's Alex
Alex
Hello
I'm Rose
I know