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hwp- Yes, please. Ones enough.
- Thank you, sir.
Do you mind if I...
No. Go ahead.
Thats a lot of sugar.
Its been quite a tough day.
The worse your day,
the more sugar you have?
Yes. Well, within certain limits.
Never higher than four.
Even on the worst of days.
Its actually not bad tea,
seeing as how theyre Italian.
How is your coffee?
Not great...
seeing as how theyre Italian.
I had a boyfriend
who used to make us sit like this.
He felt being directly opposite me
put too much pressure on him to talk.
- Did he stay your boyfriend for long?
- No.
Though it wasnt that
that did it for us really.
He used to sleep in...
old, stripy Marks & Sparks pajamas...
with the top button done up.
Id never do the top button up.
- Do you work round here?
- Yes.
Interesting?
It has its moments.
A lot of paper.
A lot of pens.
- And youve just snuck out.
- Yes.
For a bit of peace and quiet
with no one talking to you.
No, this is...
Its nice.
You can move...
- Or I could, of course.
- No.
- Ill come...
- Here, let me.
No, stay there.
Ill come back.
What about you? What do you do?
Nothing.
A student of sorts.
So Marks & Spencer are
still making good pajamas, then.
I wouldnt really know.
Its mainly food these days, isnt it?
Dont know, really.
I havent been in much recently.
Im told its the place for dating.
Im told people go there to shop...
and they get casually talking about,
you know, spaghetti alla carbonara...
and suddenly love flowers by the counter
for people with under five items.
Wow.
I suppose people have got
to meet somehow.
Yes.
Yes.
Oh, dear.
My masters only give me
tiny windows of freedom.
- Id better be going.
- Better finish it.
All the sugar will be at the bottom.
Its the best bit.
Yes, if you want to be fat, fat, fat.
Which, of course, I do.
It was lovely sitting directly opposite you.
And you.
And I enjoyed
the early diagonal bit as well, obviously.
Im Lawrence.
Im Gina.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
Look, you wouldnt care,
perhaps, to meet again...
for a coffee or a bite to eat or something,
sometime?
Okay.
Well...
Good Lord, good.
When would be a...
Whenever. I have absolutely nothing
to do with my time.
Thats rather a severe contrast.
What about lunch, then? Next Thursday?
No, damn. The Wednesday after that?
No. Oh, dear. That Friday, two weeks?
Yeah. Im free.
Where?
Theres a proper Italian restaurant
next door.
It sounds good.
Okay, thats splendid.
It cant be very long, Im afraid, because...
No, but thats great. Thank you.
Something to look forward to.
Look, Id better be going.
Im already aggressively late.
Go. Dont work too hard.
Sorry, Im afraid thats what I do.
The Americans are completely against it
and said they will never agree to it.
The Americans are completely against it
and said they will never agree to it.
And the Germans?
The problem is
there is very little public interest there.
Inflation high, unemployment high,
immigrants unpopular.
If there was more public interest, they might
do more, but there is no sign of it.
I know a couple of Germans
who are very convinced.
I shall have to ask them to talk louder.
What about the French?
The French are completely in favor,
theyve agreed to it already.
There we go, then. All we need to do...
is to get lots of French people
to move to Germany and then well be fine.
All right, well leave it there.
But please, lets go through these figures
one more time.
If we have to go ahead
with only four of our G partners...
I need to be assured its not such
an embarrassingly small amount of money...
that it looks like a failure. Lawrence?
Yes, Ill go over the figures
and get something back to you by Monday.
Good. Thank you all.
George, how are you?
- Hows Ruth?
- Were fine. We will be fine.
Good.
- Send her my love.
- Yeah.
Come into the office.
Well iron out these subsidy issues.
I am actually
meant to be meeting someone for lunch.
- Can you cancel it?
- Not really.
- Something important?
- No. But yes, in its way.
Okay.
We must get this done
by the start of next week.
Very important, not a lot of time.
Go.
Sorry Im late. I was, you know, inevitably...
Thats fine.
- Goodness, you certainly...
- Scrubbed up?
I wasnt going to say that.
Was I going to say that?
I wasnt going to, surely.
Anyway, its very good to see you and...
My father, in fact, came from Italy originally.
- Really?
- Yes.
I mean, you wouldnt have known it
if you met him.
He wasnt dark or anything.
But he was born
in the north of Italy somewhere...
and then the family moved on here
when his father died.
What age?
He was .
He ended up living
with a very strange aunt called Zeppa...
in Dollis Hill.
Until he met my mom,
whose name was, of course, Myrtle.
- Myrtle?
- Yes.
And her fathers name was Horace.
Christ, they were an unlucky generation.
I cant believe
Ive already told you my grandfathers name.
Im not going to say a single word
for the rest of the meal.
From now on its you, you, you.
No, Im the one
who took the trouble to scrub up nicely.
You look just as bad as last time.
You have to do
