: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.
:23:01
And then you gave up your music
for many years, right?
:23:06
Yes, but I don't write any music.
:23:08
I just play piano,
always in the bars.
:23:10
Yes!
:23:13
- And Anton heard you
one night in Paris...
- Yeah.
:23:15
And said that he would help you
start over in America.
:23:18
Yes! And I wake up in America.
Beautiful country, land of opportunity.
:23:22
Uh-huh, ha, ha, ha.
:23:26
Okay, back to work.
:23:28
Um, you live with two men.
:23:32
First Peter, then Stephen.
:23:35
- Both nice guy.
- Nice?
:23:36
Yes, that's what you said. Yes.
:23:40
And Stephen wanted to "marriage" you,
but, uh, you think that marriage
is boring.
:23:43
- Ah! Except for ours.
- Oh, yeah.
:23:46
Then you met, uh, Phil.
:23:50
Phil.
:23:53
- Him you really love, huh?
- But you can't tell them that.
:23:59
- And I left Phil.
- And married me, because...