Bartender enters: Bonjour, Monsieur Renato ! Bonjour Albin !
Renato: Bonjour Marcel ! Two teas with milk, and some biscottes ?
Bartender, staring at Albin: What’s wrong with him ?
Renato: Oh nothing. He’s just overtired.
Bartender: Don’t you want to lie down ?
Renato: No, he’ll be fine after a cup of tea.
Albin: ( just as the bar tender is going out of the door ) … Salt-free biscottes ! ... Well, what are we going to do about tonight?
Renato: Quite a problem. Two men like us ... what can we tell them?
Renato soaks a table napkin in the drinking water and uses it with great tenderness to cool Albin’s throat, and then his forehead.
Albin: Thank you, Darling. That feels good on my throat. Well, what could we tell them ? Maybe I could be ... I don't know ... a relative. His uncle, perhaps? Couldn’t you say I'm his uncle ? …
Renato: No !
Albin: All right, I know I don’t look like an uncle. But you’re not home and dry, either. In any case, you don't resemble your character either. Didn't Laurent say you were a cultural attaché?
Renato: Yes ! So ?
Albin: Cultural attaché ! Hah ! You don't know what culture is! Oh, la la ! We’re not out of the woods yet ! Hah !
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