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WOMAN: Why are we here, Jack?
JACK: What the hell is wrong with you, Isobel?
ISOBEL: Go away, Jack.
JACK: For God's sake, Izzie, this is Paris.
This is not...
You've always wanted Paris, the Seine, the left...
This is not the Paris I want.
Am I supposed to figure this out?
Is that what's supposed to happen here?
We're in the same ship.
Shit, shit.
Isobel, would you just look at this?
Look.
If this is Paris, why are you going to that meeting?
They're here, I didn't know.
They're here, you didn't know?
- I didn't. - Is that even possible?
Anything is possible.
It's a fat chance, Jack.
- I wouldn't lie to you. - You do.
- You do that. - I am not a liar.
You don't think you are.
Isobel, can we not have this conversation?
You think I'm gonna follow you
halfway around the world, Jack?
You think I'm gonna just gonna pick up
everything and just move?
Fuck you, Jack.
You don't even know where you're going, Isobel.
- I know exactly! - Would you just stop?
(SOMBER ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC)
I'm sorry.
Why did we build that house?
Because we could, because we wanted...
Half a million.
(GIGGLES)
And we won't even live there?
The house is there, Isobel.
This?
Once in a lifetime.
Isobel, I would never stand in your way.
(ISOBEL SIGHS)
You can't be serious when you say things like that.
Have I ever stood in your way?
Whatever you want, whatever you need.
Have I ever denied you?
Why are we here, Jack?
You're such an Old Testament.
God damnit, I swear it's invol...
Don't, don't do that, Jack.
I would never stand in your way.
Should you?
It's called compromise, Isobel.
Compromise.
All I'm saying is I give you the room you need, I don't...
(CHUCKLES)
You say that as if it's something extra, Jack.
As if you're going above and beyond.
I would never stop you.
If you wanted something, I would step aside.
- Aside? - You know what I mean.
You'd get out of my way?
Oh Christ, go ahead, you twist things, Isobel.
- That's what you like to do. - Mm, yeah.
I'm saying I support you and I do.
- In everything. - I make my own money, Jack.
Oh Christ, who's talking about money here?
You like to say it isn't about money, but it is.
'Cause you don't like to share, Jack.
We've been together for 15 years, Isobel.
- We share everything we have. - No, we don't share.
That's why you think you can just take our life
somewhere else, 'cause you want to.
I talk to them, then we talk.
Nothing more.
Ask backwards, my love.
If I matter at all,
first, you talk to me.
Nothing happens when we talk.
Is that why you wanted Paris?
There is a way, Isobel.
Find your way back.
No, no.
(JACK SIGHS)
You're being ridiculous.
And I'm costing you a fortune, that's what I'm doing.
Ask me how much this costs, Jack.
Go ahead.
I dare you.
(GIGGLES)
$1,000, isn't that marvelous?
Yep, I upgraded to first class!
Does that depress you, Jack, does it?
Of course it depresses you, but it doesn't depress me.
You know why? You know why?
Because it isn't about the money, you said so yourself.
So you can go to your meeting and I will take a taxi,
and we can meet in Madrid next year, right?
'Cause you are a globetrotter in a compound
in the middle of nowhere, oh, wait.
Wait.
We already live in the middle of nowhere!
I guess it doesn't count!
Oh, maybe it does, no, because now,
we can live in the middle of two nowheres,
except for I won't be living in the second one, you will!
A very important man on a mission, all by himself!
God damnit, Isobel.
I don't hear a single word you're saying.
Something we can finally agree on.
When?
Tonight.
Son of a bitch.
I'm the son of a bitch?
Will you listen, just one, take one minute to listen to me.
If they make an offer, I have something to tell you.
Can you just give me that much?
Then we'll talk it through, we decide.
That's your timetable.
It's better than a god damn tantrum.
Jesus, you keep pushing and pushing.
The fit in the cafe, this damn ticket.
Paris ruined!
I'm not stupid.
You're more than stupid, Isobel, you're cruel.
You won't even let me try,
you won't let me have this one fucking time.
I don't understand what you want.
I'm trying to do something more.
But I don't want what you want.
But you don't know, Izzie, you won't even try.
- What won't I try? - I need this!
I need this.
They're doing something good.
I can be, I need to see if I can be a part of it.
It's not fair.
It's not fair to me.
I don't even know the terms yet.
I think you know everything.
I think you know exactly what this looks like.
(SOMBER PIANO MUSIC) (DISTANT SHOUTS)
MAN: Hey!
(MACHINE BLEEPS)
WOMAN: Hello, you two, figure you're back.
Wondered if you'd like dinner.
Call us.
Shit.
JACK: We don't have to have dinner with anyone.
It speaks.
You started this.
Moi?
Yes, yes, you.
Can you grow up long enough so that we can talk?
I didn't know there was a "we" in your little construct.
I don't want this, Izzie.
Then find somebody else who does.
Call your friends in Paris or whatever.
They're not in Paris, their offices are in New York.
I never planned anything.
Aren't you lucky?
Everything comes together so beautifully for you.
It's five years of our life, Isobel.
Five years.
Did you just say five years?
It's a ballpark figure.
It's a framework we use to talk about a contract.
We, "we," does not belong to you, Jack.
Anytime you wanna drop the drama,
I'm fine with that, Isobel, I really am.
You think this is some kind of drama?
Isn't it always?
You're the ass who dragged us off to Paris
for a business meeting I didn't even know about.
Dragged?
I see it for what it is, yeah.
You don't have to do this, Isobel.
I don't?
I don't have to do this?
You don't see...
Anything, you don't see anything.
I don't believe anything you say.
Isobel, Isobel, Isobel.
- We don't do this. - No.
- This is not what we do. - No, let me go!
Let me go!
We're sinking to a new level here.
Isobel, Isobel.
I don't hurt you.
I do not want to.
I never meant...
I never meant for any of this to happen.
MAN: It is the opportunity of a lifetime,
you say so yourself.
I know, I keep trying to take it down a notch or two.
Test it out, see the holes, but I can't find them.
And Isobel?
She's beyond reach on this.
She's impossible.
I can't say I blame her.
(JACK CHUCKLES)
Well, what the hell's in it for her?
You aren't serious.
What's she supposed to do while you're out there
saving the world?
Look, from her perspective, you have a great job,
she has a great job, a dream house, your own kid as well.
Martin.
You have a lot of it in the bag, Jack.
A couple of years here on the line, then more dreamyville.
She doesn't think like that, Stuart.
She wants us to take risks.
Maybe so, but this one's only about you.
This is not just about me.
Really?
Isobel's supposed to take up mahjong?
Live in a bubble with a bunch of expats playing...
You don't know that, these are real people.
They're like you, they're like me.
On a compound, with servants?
I don't have to be a rocket scientist
to figure out afternoon tea and tennis.
Isobel will find something new, she's not a fool.
That remains to be seen.
Why the hell would you say something like that?
You're the one that said she would find something.
(JACK CHUCKLES)
Whatever else you think about Isobel, she's loyal.
She'll come around.
I'm not the one who said she wasn't loyal.
Well, you didn't hear me say that.
Why would you talk like that, huh?
What kind of friend talks like that?
(STUART CHUCKLES)
(SOMBER PIANO MUSIC)
Then he served some kind of fish soup
to these penniless artists, I mean, really,
he gave them food and lodging.
Years before, I heard someone almost burned the place down,
and he didn't hold it against anybody,
he just kept on going.
And I mean, who knows what kind of geniuses made their way
through his dormitory and I just kept thinking,
what if I'd found this place when I was 17
instead of when I was 40-something?
I mean, what would I have been?
Well, now you're a writer too, aren't you?
You've gotta feel pretty good about that.
So what if it took you a little longer to find that voice.
Too long, (LAUGHS) it took too long.
Rubbish!
You have done more in your life than anyone else I know.
Whatever you set your mind to,
you get what you want, Isobel.
- Isn't that true, Aubrey? - Absolutely.
To Isobel and to Texas.
- (ISOBEL LAUGHS) - Oh, Texas?
- Why not? - Oh, you are such a fool.
Tracking a glass blower?
It soothes the soul, love.
And excuse me, Jahooli is not just any glass blower.
The man is a bloody genius.
I mean, you have to see him.
Every year a different installation and this year,
it's me, my love, and Jahooli at the Dallas Arboretum.
- To the glass blowers. - To Isobel.
JACK: Hear hear.
Forgot that, did you, sweetheart?
I didn't forget, I was gonna extend the toast.
Oh really, what were you gonna say?
To Isobel, who takes things further than anybody else.
Well, I'm all for further and further.
Aren't I, my dear?
My motto is, take it to the edge, and then take the edge.
You have never thankfully said that before in your life.
He is a buffoon, but a very smart buffoon
with eclectic tastes, whom I adore.
Did you hear that?
My Julianna of the moonlight understands
why one must use whom and not who.
Oh, have I not married a queen of agreement, hm?
That's not something you see every day, eh, Aubrey?
What's that, Jack?
Well, two people who respect one another.
Oh, come on, look at you two.
I mean, why else would we be your friends, if you couldn't...
More wine?
Oh, yes.
To wine and to Isobel.
- (CHUCKLES) - Thank you.
Have I ever told you how we met?
You tell me every time, you do.
JULIANNA: He likes to tell stories, that one especially.
Well, it's one of my best.
And, as it doesn't involve me or glass blowing,
I think I'll get the dessert.
No, no, Julie, stay and listen.
It's enough that Isobel will.
I can help you.
JULIANNA: No, he likes it when you're here.
Just because I can't see you, Isobel,
doesn't mean I don't know how you look
when I get to the best parts.
I wonder, Aubrey, do I have any best parts?
Your pointy chin, my love.
Oh, and don't forget his nose, what about his nose?
His nose.
Excuse me.
He's got a bee in his bonnet.
A regular hive, my love.
Now let's get down to it.
Okay.
So, I'm walking down the hallway.
You are just in front of me.
Oh, I could smell your perfume.
Chanel, as always, Chanel.
(CHUCKLES) I don't wear Chanel, Aubrey, you made that up.
It's Chanel!
It's either that or April Rain.
(GIGGLES) There's no such thing as April Rain.
Oh, of course there is, darling, it's in a song, too.
But anyway, this is December.
December and I've just been let go.
Oh, my sniffer's kaput, my legs are barely under me.
And suddenly there's Chanel in front of me.
Ah, in a black suit.
You can't know it's black, you always make that up.
No no no, no, if there's Chanel, there's a black suit.
And shiny shoes.
And then Isobel at the top of it.
Very sure of herself.
Mm-hm.
A glass blower, Aubrey?
It's a wonder Julianna doesn't break one over your head.
Well, she loves describing things to me.
I couldn't have picked anything better.
I forget the official name, so I call it By The River.
It's where I learned to make it.
- It's beautiful. - Chocolate.
And chocolate and chocolate.
It will kill you.
Then I'll have two.
Oh, that's my girl.
Hey, we have some news as well.
It's not as sweet as the Dallas Arboretum.
It's a little late for that, Jack.
Oh, it's never too late.
That's what I'm always bound to say.
Yes, I mean, come on, Jack.
I mean, I'm so full of piss, I won't even remember
what Isobel is trying to deny me.
I'm going away to work, far away.
For a while.
And Isobel is not coming with me.
That's the short end of the stick.
The short end?
What's the long end, Jack?
Isobel is a bitch.
Yes.
As you can see, darlings, I'm the bitch.
Thank you.
You're gonna love Dallas.
You're late.
Why, I'd love to go back to Paris and begin again.
What a perfectly brilliant idea.
You're always just a little late.
I'm doing this because we can, not because I want to
and not because I think it's a good idea.
Do you think I'm still a good idea?
In all of this, I've never said I didn't love you.
I think you're wonderful.
So strange.
The way we try.
To Paris.
(ALARM BLEEPS)
It's time, Isobel.
Not yet.
I promise, just one more and we're done.
Just...
Don't say anything.
I can get this right.
You?
(CHUCKLES)
You can take what you already do with you.
You'll know how.
ISOBEL: It's time.
JACK: Why do you...
Where are the dots, I wonder?
You'll see, you'll figure it out.
I'd rather not go to this meeting
without something more, Isobel.
(SIGHS) They like you.
But there's still London in it.
The advisory board, one hoop, another.
Well, you know how to dance.
(JACK CHUCKLES)
I'm still at number one.
You are their number one, Jack.
- I can feel it. - Yeah, but I don't feel it.
The point is, do I go for it, do I take on the other nine?
I don't do this without you, Isobel.
At least part of the way.
Part of the way?
I just mean, you don't have to come
lock, stock and barrel.
Well, I'm not part-time, Jack.
I'm not tennis and drinks every three months.
What happened to us?
You'll share more.
You know you will.
- Let go. - I'm being serious, Izzie.
I didn't say this wasn't gonna be complicated.
I do not take you for granted.
I am not a child.
I'm gonna need your help.
(ISOBEL SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(CHUCKLES) What the fuck.
Nursemaid, midwife.
I get it, Isobel, I get it.
You have your words, I have mine.
(KNOCKS) (ISOBEL SOBS)
(KNOCKS)
I understand this as much as you do, Isobel.
The one time I ask, I didn't ask you to help with the boy.
I never asked!
You'd think this one time you'd give me
- just a little bit of room! - Fuck off, Jack!
Do you hear me?
ISOBEL: We're in a public place, Jack.
As if that's ever stopped you before.
You wanna do Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf right here?
We're not smart enough to do
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
(ISOBEL CHUCKLES)
That was quick.
They were gracious.
They would like to meet you.
That's all.
I bet.
This, Izzie, this is not the mafia.
They're international agents, they recruit,
they provide refuge, they would like to reassure you.
What?
I could wear a little dress and some pearl earrings.
I'm so sick of you.
ISOBEL: That makes two of us.
It's not just two of us, is it, Isobel?
It's never just two of us.
No.
I guess not.
You're a complex, Izzie.
That's what you are.
(SIGHS)
I'm hungry.
They didn't feed you?
They want a late lunch.
That's what I'm trying to tell you.
You won't go?
You won't go.
Isn't that what the robe and catwalk was all about?
What the fuck are you doing?
I wanna see.
What it feels like.
What it feels like?
To be you, Jack.
See what it takes.
(SOMBER PIANO MUSIC)
And he doesn't consult, I mean, he thinks he does,
but he doesn't, it's just all about him.
It's always all about him.
Of course it's a good cause, I mean, he wouldn't do it
if it weren't, that's not the point.
Well, I know that it matters but I'm...
A good wife?
Did you just... (CHUCKLES)
Did you just say "good wife?"
(JACK CHUCKLES)
If nothing else, you can see that you mean business.
That's what I've been doing most of my professional life.
And what they're offering... (CHUCKLES)
Yeah, I know exactly what they're offering.
I get the cook, the chauffeur.
I really do get that, sweetheart, and grateful as I am...
Who's talking amenities?
The little things.
For God's sake, that was as we were leaving, Isobel.
Two hours extensive intel and you've...
You focus in on the last seven minutes.
Well done, Isobel, very good, I can always rely on you.
Did they ask you about Martin?
What did you say?
I said we didn't know where he was.
Did you tell them why he left?
I said he left under less than ideal circumstances.
And they bought that?
I was the one who told you what I found.
I told you and you wouldn't listen.
Is that what you wanted me to say to them, Jack?
Look, I'm sorry I brought it up.
Let's not talk about Martin.
Okay, good.
Even if he would have come back, Isobel,
we would never have been on the same page.
That is not the point.
That's not the point, Jack.
The point is you, you wouldn't listen.
You wouldn't listen to information
right there in front of your nose, Jack.
Information I found on a laptop and you wouldn't listen.
You're the one who lost him, Jack,
you and your stupid fucking rules about who gets to do what!
- Do you get that? - Jesus, Isobel.
You don't have to make this into some kind of...
Yes, we do!
I really think we do!
Every minute of every day, I want that phone to ring,
and I want it to be Martin.
You know that, god damn you!
There's not a second that goes by that I don't...
(SOBS)
This isn't Paris.
Do you like it down there, Isobel?
Don't come near me.
You must, you spent so much time down there.
(DOOR SLAMS)
(SOMBER PIANO MUSIC)
(ISOBEL SOBS)
ISOBEL: Martin?
It's Isobel.
Everything's been taken care of.
It's set.
Bye.
ISOBEL: How nice.
Too much bad behavior.
We have to have a line somewhere, Isobel.
ISOBEL: I don't care how I'm to brace for it, it's nice.
I walked it off last night, I want you to know that.
I can see more clearly.
We can do this.
If we maintain categories, there's you and there's me.
Years of it.
There's Martin, there's a house, your job.
If we separate things out reasonably,
try not to let one thing seep into the other,
we can do what's best for both of us.
And for Martin.
For Martin?
Well, whether he turns up or not, he's part of our lives.
(ISOBEL LAUGHS)
That's news to me.
No, it's not.
Martin is part of everything,
whether we say his name out loud or not.
It's why you're upset, why you think you're being set up.
Ah, is this your idea of maintaining categories, Jack?
Because if it is...
You think we'd get further if you take the lead here?
You know, Jack, when you try to get reasonable,
I can't stand it because it's not so much reasonable
with you it's, look, look at you, it's arrogant,
it's patronizing like you're talking to a child.
And she's off.
(SIGHS) Oh God, Jack, tone is important.
Just ask your boys in, where, Paris or...
Isobel, can you stop bouncing around with all
your metaphors, as much as you love to do that?
Can you just try just consider the real options here?
Yeah.
Yeah, I can consider the real options.
I know about Martin.
How's that for categories?
She always calls you.
It's hard for her.
Jack loves her.
Jack loves Jack.
You love Jack.
Once upon a time.
Nothing changes, Aubrey.
She loves me and I love her
like a mother loves a wayward child.
She's already got one of those.
Yes, and she doesn't want it.
It's yours, too.
Technically.
Technically?
Well, it was a big party.
It's a bit of a mess but I can't clean it up, love.
The child doesn't know.
How do you do that, Aubrey?
- Do what, my love? - Lie like this.
AUBREY: It's a gift, really.
(SOMBER ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC)
ISOBEL: Martin didn't begin as a monster.
Why would you use such a word?
He was confused from the beginning, he was lost.
I mean, Jack...
Either we're gonna try to tell the truth here or I...
You can't get to the truth with a boy like Martin.
Everybody who's ever worked with him says so.
But I'm not everybody, at least give me that,
and I know that I'm not his mother.
No, no, you're not his mother.
I never wanted to be his mother, Jack, I...
I'm not motherish and there's nothing wrong with knowing
what you can and can't do.
You didn't even try, Isobel.
Oh my god, if you're gonna circle that drain, Jack...
No, I'm sorry, you're not motherish, Martin is a mess.
His mother was...
Psychotic.
Oh yeah, of course.
I'm a sociopath, she's psychotic.
How useful you've got these degrees.
ISOBEL: Isn't it just?
She was depressed.
She is depressed.
And she tried to help Martin and you know that,
so just cut this bullshit.
We weren't easy for Martin.
He developed tendencies, he was moody, unresponsive.
Sometimes downright viscous.
Viscous, how close to psychotic do you think that is?
Damnit, Isobel, is there a prize to win here?
Some award?
Sorry, Martin's a mess, you're difficult,
Elle's best difficult, and I'm not motherish.
Is that better, is that the something that you want?
(CHUCKLES) What I want?
Jack, I showed you the evidence, you wouldn't listen.
Now here we are again, if you know about Martin now,
it doesn't really matter, does it?
It doesn't mean a thing because you couldn't protect him
when it mattered, and all this talk,
all this talk about international child protection and
security and all the chatter the boys from New York bring
because you have some sort of training with purpose
that they think is so special, it's just camouflage, Jack.
Because you're the one who couldn't protect his own!
You just let the boy drown in his deficits!
Isn't that what they call them, deficits?
Is that what you think?
All this time you think that I would let my own boy rot?
- You did! - No, you...
You're the fool who doesn't take the call, Isobel, not me.
You're the one who lets a child go that has a claim on you.
You throw Martin back at me
because you can't look at yourself!
And all this anger, this refusal to be part of something
that I might do, something that might be a little bit bigger
than the chip on your shoulder, fuck sakes.
I should have known, why don't you call Aubrey, huh?
Call Aubrey?
You can tell him your heartache story.
Find another first class ticket.
You could both fuckin' roll in it!
The man is blind, Jack.
So the fuck are you.
I swear to god, if you take that as an exit line, Jack.
(JACK CHUCKLES)
Jesus Christ.
(SIGHS)
I do not leave you.
(ISOBEL SOBS)
I think you want to.
Shh.
Stop it, Jack, just stop it.
He sells drugs, Isobel.
He preys on kids, he lives off the bodies of other people.
- There's nothing I can do. - That can't be true, Jack.
- That's not true. - He hates me.
I hate him.
- You hate what he does. - I hate what he's made of.
You cannot fix the boy, don't you understand that?
There's nothing, nothing that will make him better.
But he's your son, Jack, you can't just cut him off.
Part of him is what you are.
Jesus Christ, that's bullshit.
That's psychobabble, mother father genes,
there's a million ways he could have been what he is.
There's nothing that I ever did to make him what he is!
All I'm saying is that he's part of you.
He feeds off it, Christ sakes.
He eats it.
Do you think there's something in him that could care?
Some remorse, there's nothing, Isobel.
The son of a bitch has no fuckin' empathy!
He's my boy!
There's nothing in him but what he can get.
Jesus Christ.
Jack.
Jack, Jack, Jack.
Who do you think you're gonna find
in Bangkok or Bombay?
Hm?
(SOBS)
You're not her mother, Isobel, not like that.
You couldn't take her, you didn't want her.
No, I didn't want her.
I didn't want her and I don't want her
and I don't care that she looks like me.
I don't care that she sent me the nice little pictures
and I don't care...
But I'm defective, don't you get that?
JACK: No, you're not.
I do blame Martin and what he did but I made this girl
that came straight from me,
who wanted me in her life, who would have forgiven me.
For her I didn't want anything.
She didn't exist.
I can see how this new job, it just stirs things up.
I didn't think, not when it first came.
Not even with Martin.
Just...
It just felt right.
As if it were made for you.
So good with other people's problems.
I'm so good close to home.
Martin lets you in.
He cuts me out but he lets you in.
He called.
Out of the blue.
I didn't ask why, I don't even know where he is.
Out of the blue?
Of all the people, why on God's earth would he call you?
I don't remind him of anyone.
How is that even possible, Isobel?
He hardly knows me, Jack.
He knows my name, knows where I live.
He knows I'd pick up the phone.
But there isn't much else between us except you.
He's lived with us for 15 years, Isobel.
Think about it, Jack.
I'm no mother to him, you were the only one.
You didn't want anything else.
You didn't want someone else coming in
and spoil things, Jack.
I was there, I sat at the table, I passed the dishes.
I watched, Martin knew I was there.
That's why he called, because you watched, Isobel?
I didn't have any expectations and hammer at him.
I hammered at him?
Martin was my fault?
I'm just saying there's not of blood in the air
when he calls.
Calls.
Calls, now he calls?
Look, I don't know what this is, Isobel.
You fall apart because of some child you threw away,
and you pick up mine out of some dumpster he shits in,
and you don't even bother to tell me about it?
And you think I've done you wrong because I wanna do
something that's bigger than the pretty little dresses
you make with your pretty little crew
that no one really wants to wear.
Jesus, this is really something, Isobel.
- Now we're getting somewhere. - Oh fuck, I doubt that.
My pretty little dresses?
My pretty little dresses, Jack?
- Not that you wear them. - Don't you dare.
I can dare anything I damn well please.
- What? - You make dresses.
You don't wear them, but you make dresses.
Is there something in there, Jack?
Something that's supposed to mean something?
Because, what, your life by comparison
- is so loaded with meaning? - Oh, here we go.
You must see it, Jack, you must see.
You break things and you throw things
and you walk things off and every once in a while, Jack,
you push me around just enough.
What about you, Isobel, what do you do?
Besides call your dear Aubrey, pick at every thread
you think you see, roll in your accusations,
and then you beg for understanding, you throw it
back in my face because you don't get what you want!
You know, you and Martin are made for each other.
No wonder you fuckin' threw your kid away,
because she wanted you, didn't she?
She begged you to be part of her life.
(ISOBEL SCREAMS)
I won't take that from you.
You take everything from me!
There's gotta be some limit, Isobel.
Something.
Don't I?
I know.
You're such a little one, I could just...
(ISOBEL MOANS)
I've got you.
(ISOBEL PANTS)
(SOMBER PIANO MUSIC)
ISOBEL: I want you to go to London.
JACK: And you'll come?
You know the answer.
If I did, Isobel, I wouldn't ask.
Yes, you would.
(JACK SIGHS)
JACK: I think I'm finished.
ISOBEL: Fucking Paris of all places and you think you're
finished just because you can't have exactly what you want?
JACK: I can't help you, Isobel.
I can't make it go away.
ISOBEL: I want, I just want us to...
JACK: I know.
ISOBEL: But you lie.
When you don't think you're lying...
JACK: I know, I know.
ISOBEL: When you don't tell the truth.
JACK: I know.
ISOBEL: But you can't.
- You think... - I know.
ISOBEL: It shouldn't be this hard.
JACK: I know.
ISOBEL: This isn't Paris.
JACK: I know.
ISOBEL: This is nothing at all.
(PLANE FLIES OVERHEAD)
Subtitles by explosiveskull
(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC)
♪ This is not Paris, my love ♪
♪ How strange ♪
♪ This is not Paris, my love ♪
♪ But we ♪
♪ Can try ♪
♪ We can try ♪
♪ And you will not lie and I ♪
♪ I will not say goodbye ♪
♪ And you will not leave me here ♪
♪ Wherever it is we are ♪
♪ This is not Paris ♪
♪ And you will not hurt me and I ♪
♪ I will not cry ♪
♪ And I will not leave you here ♪
♪ Wherever it is we are ♪
♪ This is not Paris ♪
(MELANCHOLIC PIANO MUSIC)
♪ For when my baby ♪
♪ Smiles at me ♪
♪ My heart goes roamin' ♪
♪ To paradise ♪
♪ And when my baby ♪
♪ Smiles at me ♪
♪ There's such a wonderful light ♪
♪ In his eyes ♪
♪ The kind of light that means ♪
♪ Just love ♪
♪ The kind of love ♪
♪ That brings sweet harmony ♪
♪ I sigh ♪
♪ I cry, it's just ♪
♪ A glimpse of heaven ♪
♪ When my baby smiles ♪
♪ At me ♪
♪ For when my baby ♪
♪ Smiles at me ♪
♪ My heart goes roaming ♪
♪ To paradise ♪
♪ And when my baby ♪
♪ Smiles at me ♪
♪ There's such a wonderful light ♪
♪ In his eyes ♪
♪ The kind of light ♪
♪ That means just love ♪
♪ The kind of love ♪
♪ That brings sweet harmony ♪
♪ I sigh ♪
♪ I cry ♪
♪ It's just a glimpse of heaven ♪
♪ When my baby ♪
♪ Smiles at me ♪