:21:00
Brontë, come here a minute.
What is this?
:21:12
Thank you.
:21:14
It was right in the middle
of a lifeboat drill.
:21:17
We suddenly found ourselves
in the same boat.
:21:22
- Shouldn't you be going, Georges?
- Now, you go on outside
with your mother. Outside.
:21:27
- But?
- Georges and I have everything
under control.
:21:29
Go on. Out you go.
:21:31
We've been talking about music
and love and skiing...
:21:35
and all manner of things,
haven't we, Georges?
:21:38
- Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
- Sit down.
:21:42
Oh, I like your Georges, Brontë.
:21:45
- A charming man.
- He's not my Georges, Mother.
:21:48
- He should have left by now.
- Well, he's keeping your father happy.
:21:51
And you know how restless
he gets in the city.
:21:52
So let's be grateful.
:22:02
Height, five feet seven.
:22:05
- Five eight.
- Five eight.
:22:07
- Weight, 140 pounds.
- No!
:22:11
- Huh?
- No, 125.
:22:13
- Twenty-five?
- Yeah.
:22:16
Eyes?
:22:18
- Brown.
- Brown, yeah.
:22:21
- Small scar on your ankle.
- How did you know?
:22:24
I know. I saw it.
:22:26
Birthday, 24th August, 1959.
:22:29
Correct. Okay, my turn.
:22:32
Uh, eyes, green.
:22:34
- Height...
- Nose, big!
:22:36
- Oh, no!
- Yes, sure it is.
:22:39
- Height, five eleven.
- Yeah.
:22:42
Um, weight?
:22:45
Oof! Weight!
You worry too much about weight.
:22:48
- Um, at 17, you met Helene.
- Yeah.
:22:51
She was at the University of Paris.
:22:53
- She taught you to read and write music.
- Mm-hmm.
:22:56
- And you lived together
for seven years, until she died.
- S-Seven. Seven years, yeah.