EXT. ANGELIQUE’S HOUSE, FRONT DOOR - NIGHT
Jutta and Chris stand in front of the door.
CHRIS
I don’t know what to say to your mother.
JUTTA
Try pointing out what you love in Germany,
something better here than in the US.
INT. ANGELIQUE’S HOUSE, GUEST BEDROOM - NIGHT
Chris sneaks quietly into the room, trying to avoid Angelique. Angelique enters the doorway, startling Chris. She’s dressed in a slinky nightgown.
ANGELIQUE
Chris, you are discrete?
CHRIS
Uhh ... yeah.
ANGELIQUE
You find older woman attractive.
CHRIS
No!
Angry, Angelique turns to leave.
CHRIS
I mean, yes.
She returns with interest.
CHRIS
I mean, I need to sleep.
Chris slams the door in her face.
INT. FRAU KNOBLOCH’S LIVING ROOM
FRAU KNOBLOCH
He is so stupid. What I talk about?
JUTTA
Beer? You both love beer.
FRAU KNOBLOCH
I go to bed.
Frau Knobloch leaves in a huff.
INT. ANGELIQUE’S HOUSE, GUEST BEDROOM - NIGHT
Chris lies sleepless in bed. Light irradiates his face.
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