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Thanks. I mean, merci.

- This place is amazing.
- Thanks!

- I love it!
- What happened
to your roommate?

She fell in love with
her dance teacher
and moved out.

I thought about getting
another one, but...

you know, I like the quiet.

And I figured a spare room
might come in handy.

So is that where I'm sleeping?

If you're bad.

Wow. These are really good.

- You think so?
- Yeah.

Not that you weren't good
before, but...

these are really something.

It's hard not to be
inspired here.

What's this?

It's just a little something
I saw in a shop window

on the Rue Saint-Honoré,

like months ago.

- Wow.
- I knew your old one
had broken.

and I thought you could use it
to document your visit,

like a journal.

Now I feel like a total jerk.
I didn't bring you anything.

It's not true.

And that's what's so amazing
about the French,

they have this completely
different attitude towards life.

What do you mean?

Work is not the center
of their lives.

It's sharing a bottle
of wine at lunch,

or-- or lingering over
a meal with friends

until way past midnight,

or making love
in the morning,

even if it means being
late to the office.

But is that everyone,
or just your average
French office worker?

- What do you mean?
- Well, it sounds awesome.

I just wonder if you can
stay up all night,
drink wine at lunch,

and still be a great artist
or write an amazing novel.

Sometimes I wonder
if that is not the whole point.

It's not the paintings
that you leave behind

that are important,
it's how you lived.

Like this,
what we're doing right now.

This is the real canvas.

All right,
is the water boiling?

- Yep.
- Do you wanna
hand me the snails?

Hi.

- Thank you.
- Shit, some of them got out.

- They're making a break for it?
- Yeah.

I don't really
wanna touch them.

It's like the lobsters
in Annie Hall, only slower.

Oh, kiss me, David.

Mm-hmm.

Have things gotten
any better at school?

No.

It's so crazy that they don't
offer any film classes.

Well, it's community college.
It's for people who wanna become

computer programmers
or paralegals.

Only thing they offer
is a class in TV production
for Communication majors.

But, fuck,
who wants to work in TV?

I think you'd make
a cute paralegal.

I would look terrible
in a skirt.

- I have "knobbly" knees.
- Oh, no you don't.

They're here.

We went to Montmartre today
to see Truffaut's grave.

You like Jules et Jim?

Oh, it's the best.

I love that it has a narrator.

Uh, you know, not voiceover,

but someone actually
telling the story,

who knows everything
about the characters--

what they're thinking
and feeling,

and even stuff they don't
know about themselves,

which is ironic 'cause Jules
and Jim and this girl Catherine

that they both love,
they've been living
lives of total freedom

from convention and morality,
and that that's gonna keep them
young and happy forever.

But they're not.
And it doesn't.

Sorry. My English, it's,um...

not very good.

- You ever get homesick?
- For New Jersey?

How often do you talk
to your folks.

My father calls about
every week from his work

to yell at me about
how much I'm charging
to his credit card.

But overall, we're
getting along much better.

I think it's healthier for us
to have an ocean between us.

How's your father?

Not great.

He's still pretty bummed
about having to close
his accounting business.

Did he find a new job?

Not yet.

It must be hard for him,

having to try to find work
at his age.

I think most things are hard for
my father

He's just one of those people

who doesn't seem capable
of being happy.

It's funny.

What is?

How we're nothing
like our parents.

Yeah.

Let's go.

Why are you making
that weird face?

- I'm concentrating.
- On what?

Not getting a boner.

Say something to distract me.

Um, when do Bergen Community's
winter sessions start?

Next week.

Are there any classes
you're even a little
interested in taking?

- Not really.
- You wanna make movies, right?

- Yeah.
- So make them.

It's not that easy.
There's a ton you have to learn.

And it's expensive.
You need cameras, film stock,
sound equipment, lights.

With a film program like NYU,
you can borrow that stuff,

but it's pretty much impossible
to do on your own.

It's not like being a painter
or a writer, where all you
need is paper.

I just hate to see you
give up on a dream.

- Our Indian food.
- I'll get it.

Don't move a muscle.

Surprise!

My darling! Mwah!

I told you we should
have called you first.

What are you guys doing here?

We're gonna let our baby girl
be alone on New Year's Eve?

How are you even allowed
to leave the country?

What? I'm innocent
till proven guilty.

And I'm not gonna be proven
anything, because it's
a bullshit case.

And that rodeo clown Giuliani,
he knows that, so don't even
get me started.

The judge didn't put
any travel restrictions
on your father's bail.

Go wherever I wanna go.

So you guys came straight
from the airport?

Hello! Look at this.
I'm such a mess.

Your father was so excited
to surprise you, he's
just like a little kid.

- Surprise!
- How long have you guys been
planning this?

- No plans.
- Spur of the moment.
Just like that.

We used to do this all time.

Before you,
when we were dating,

we would just do that, we'd
pick up and go anytime we want.

- Take a tooth brush.
- Thank God we got
a room at the Bristol.

That's a lot of luggage
for just toothbrushes.

How long are you staying
exactly?

I don't even know.
Give us the tour.

Uh, wait.

- Wow, look at this.
- Are you eating?
You look very thin.

- Oh, my God.
Look at this place.
- Jesus Christ.

- Darling, this is adorable.
- Oh, it kind of reminds me

of the place we had
on the Upper West Side.

Yeah, except we had elevators.

I love these old buildings.
You can almost smell the
history.

- That's paint fumes.
- Speaking of which--

Let's see how those expensive
art lessons are coming along.

How are we doing.
All righty.

Look at that.
Isn't that something?

Oh, okay. Very nice.
Very nice job, sweetheart.

I can't speak
to the likeness of it,

but, uh, you know,
you certainly got the posture.

- Posture?
- They're beautiful, darling.

You know what else is beautiful?
Fruit.

You see a lot of paintings
of fruit.

- Lighthouses?
- Doug!

A pony.
You can paint a pony.

You don't have to be staring
at a pony's ass.

All right. Oh, okay,
who's this fella now?

Um, that's my friend Sami.

Sami. How do you get them
to pose for you like that?

I pay 40 francs an hour.

40 francs an hour?

They don't give you, like,
a friend discount, huh?

It's nice that she's
generous with her friends.

With my money.
So technically,

I'm being generous
to her friends.

Darling, I'm so tired.
Can we please check
into the hotel?

- I'm exhausted.
- Great idea.

Yeah, you should rest up.

We just got here.

We have plenty of time
to catch up later.

- That's right, darling.
- Yeah.

Will you get us a dinner
reservation somewhere?
Somewhere nice?

- Yeah, sure.
- All right.

Just unpack and rest.
Rest up.

- It'll be good. Come on.
- Doug!

Yeah, okay. All right.

Let's go. All right.

So what we say, like,
dinner tonight,
like 7-7:30?

- Something like that?
- Yeah, perfect.

- See you tonight.
- Okay, bye.

Holy shit.

What are we gonna do?

So what is this big surprise
you keep promising?

Just another minute.

Why don't you have
some more wine?

- Mom?
- Hmm.

- It's a boy.
- Don't be so sure.

I'm telling you,
I know her, so you
better prepare yourself.

Surprise.

Hi, Mr. Getty, Mrs. Getty.

- You look nice.
- Thanks. You, too.

Et vous, Monsieur.

And I'll have
the "loop de mere."

- Merci.
- Merci, mademoiselle.

I'm just going to run
to the toilette.

I'm coming with you.

It's the lying

that I'm most pissed off about.

- I'm sorry?
- All that horseshit
last summer.

You want the bonus money
so you can get yourself
an apartment in the city.

It wasn't a lie.
It wasn't a lie.

Oh, really?
Did you get a place?

Well, no. I was going to,
but I dropped out of NYU,

so it didn't make much sense.

So then you took my money
and bought a plane ticket

to come here to schtup
my daughter.

Your poor father,
he was so looking forward

to spending
some quality time with you.

That's not my fault.

I don't think you know how much
stress he is under.

You do realize
he can go to prison.

He might even be banned from
working on Wall Street for life.

You think about that.

Tout fromage?

What? No. Just the check.

- Who the hell eats
cheese after a meal?
- The French.

Well, that's why they're not
a superpower anymore.

'cause their priorities
are all messed up.

Okay, let's get you home
to bed, baby.

Yes. We will all feel better
after a good night's sleep.

And tomorrow, remember, we have
a very long day of sightseeing.

Hmm?

- Monsieur.
- Mmm.

- Can I?
- David, don't be silly.

- Please.
- Sure.

'Cause it's a big one.

Uh... of course. I mean,
I wouldn't have offered--

Daddy, no.

- Darling, please.
- No.

I think that's very generous
of you, David.

Thank you.

There you go.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

I'll pay you back.

No, it's okay.
Really, it's fine.

Here we go.
There you go.

Well, see you in the morning.

You know, I just wanna say
a little change of plan.

And for the record,
this is not my idea.

We're gonna check out
of the Bristol,

and we're gonna stay
with you.

Surprise.

- David, wait. Don't go.
- It's okay.

No, I'll make them get
a hotel room.

No, they're your family.

Then we'll all stay at my place.
It's big enough.

- And we're all adults.
- Definitely not.

It isn't fair.

I don't want them
to ruin our time together.

They won't. I promise.

I just think its best
for everyone if I find
someplace else to stay.

- I guess you're right.
- Don't worry.

I'll check into some
youth hostel or something.

What? No.

- Come on.
- Where are we going?

My friends' Claire
and Etienne's place

from the other night?

I'm sure they won't mind
if you sleep on their sofa

- for a couple of nights.
- Interesting.

Thanks again.

Sweet dreams.

Bonjour.

- Hi.
- You sleep okay?

- Oh, yes.
- Good.

You want to join us?

- Excuse me?
- With us.

For food.

Oh. Oh, sure.

Oh, yeah. Great.

Yeah, that's great.
Thank you. Yeah.

Oh, my God!

Really?

- Oh.
- Don't tell me
you're still jetlagged.

Just not sleeping.
That facacta bed she's got
is killing my back.

Can we please move back
to the Bristol?

No, we can't.
I flew 3,000 miles

to spend time together
as a family.

And that's what we're gonna do.

Bad enough I gotta share
with this little fucker.

- I don't get it.
- It's a man with
a dead tiger on his head.

- What's to get?
- No, him.

I don't get
what she sees in him.

Skinny little merink
college dropout.

He'll end up being
a shoe salesman or something.

You know what I don't get?

Why you're letting this boy
get under your skin

more than the others
she's brought home.

That's another thing.
She never brought him home.

Why? We used to have
such a good relationship.

- Not all this sneaking around.
- Darling. Please.

Try not to ruin
our time here together.

Who knows when we'll
be back here, hmm?

- You're right.
- Hmm.

- You're right.
- Now.

- If you are a good boy--
- Mm-hmm.

...I will let you buy me
something expensive.

You know that
always cheers you up.

It kind of does.

What the hell kind of place
is this, anyway?

Isn't it fun?
You would never find a place

- like this in New York.
- Thank God.

This is what you get
when you elect a socialist.

Does anyone know the time?

Oh, wait a second, I do.
It's almost midnight.

- It's really gorgeous, Mom.
- I know!

Could you die? I'm going
to be buried in this thing.

It looks very nice
on you, baby.

You know what looks nice
on you?

- Hmm?
- Lipstick.

I can't believe
it's almost 1986.

I can't believe your father
and I have been married
25 years this summer.

- Really? Wow!
- Wow. What's your secret?

Not asking stupid
fucking questions.

- Daddy.
- I need another drink.

Let me get that for you.

Will you get me one, too?

Sure.

- I hope your using protection.
- Mother.

Excuse me. Hey, chief. Yo.

Buddy. What's with this guy?

He must hate Americans.

Guess they forget
if it weren't for us,
this would be a beer garden.

Think you'd take a shot
at Feinberg for the club
championship next summer?

I don't know.

If you wanted to, we
could train this winter.

I'm teaching
at a club downtown.

- Don't.
- No, Nash says he has a friend
at one in Midtown, so...

Not that, this. What you're
doing, don't do this.

- What am I doing?
- Trying to bond.
I don't need it.

Oh, I thought I was just
making conversation.

Look, I'm gonna be straight
with you.

You're a nice enough kid.

You're just not good enough
for my daughter.

And I don't say that
to offend you.

This is not about me being
an overprotective father.

This is just me being
a good judge of character.

In my line of work,
you get very good
at picking winners.

And when I look at you,

that's not what I see.

There you are.
What's taking you so long?

Come on. We gotta go.
It's time.

David, hey.

Come on. What's wrong?

Uh, nothing. No, I--

Did you say something
to David?

Hmm? What?

Ever since New Year's Eve,
he's been acting kind of
subdued.

No. We had a little talk.

About what?

You know, his future

and his intentions
with my little daughter.

Okay. we're ready.

Darling, good-bye, good-bye,
good-bye. I love you.

You take care of yourself.
Don't get too skinny.

And call us, all right?
Darling, we gotta go.

- You bet.
- Bye.

David.

- Need some money?
- Muchas gracias.

Take some.
You'll have it.

You gotta a nice little life
here, sweetheart.

I know the plan is
for you to come back in May,

but I was thinking...

Why don't you extend
your stay a little bit?

- And what about school?
- You transfer.

They have a nice thing
at the Sorbonne.

I mean, Mom and I
would miss you, obviously,

but we'll come visit.

It's not like we don't know
our way around now.

Think about it.
It's an idea.

- Sweetheart, we gotta go.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- We're gonna miss the plane.
- Okay.

- Darling.
- Jesus Christ.

Have a good flight,
Mr. Getty.

Don't worry, darling.

Her little fling
will be over by summer.

Mark my words.

Okay.

It's the longest week
of my life.

You okay?

Huh?

Fine.

Oh!

- I don't want you to go.
- Me neither.

- Then don't.
- What do you mean?

It's not like there's anything
waiting for you back home

in New Jersey.

I mean, you hate school.

You said yourself
that it's a waste of time,

and you wanna drop out.

So do it.

- What would I do here?
- Learn French.

Travel. Make short films.

Well, for starters,
I couldn't afford it.

I mean, this trip has
wiped out most of my savings.

- What would I do for money?
- I'll support us.

- No. No way.
- Give me one reason.

'Cause you wouldn't be
supporting us.

Your father would.

And I'm pretty sure
there's a rule about how long

a person could stay
in a foreign country.

God. Don't be so rational.

Well, I don't know
how not to be.

I'd like to.
I really would.

I'm just...

It's not that easy for me.

It's gonna be okay.

The summer will be here
before you know it.

You'll come home,
and we'll be together.

Unless I don't.

Don't what?

Come home?

My father offered to let me stay
and transfer to the Sorbonne.

Wow.

Is that what you want?

I don't know.

I mean, I love it here.