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Harry Pearce : [over dinner with Ruth] Paris.
Ruth Evershed : New York.
Harry Pearce : Paris.
Ruth Evershed : [scoffs] Where's your spirit of Atlanticism?
Harry Pearce : Where's your spirit of romance?
[pauses]
Harry Pearce : I often dream about a big trip. The grand tour of all the great capitals of Europe. Paris, Madrid, Rome, Berlin. Visiting the museums, walking in the streets, sitting in cafes.
Ruth Evershed : Do some people-watching without a backup team and a surveillance van?
Harry Pearce : [chuckles] That would be something. Or course it's not a trip to do alone.
Ruth Evershed : Did you have a particular companion in mind?
Harry Pearce : Well, it would have to be somebody, uh, whose conversation you enjoyed, yet who understood the need sometimes for quiet. Somebody with a gentle sense of humour. Principled, but not foolish or naive.
Ruth Evershed : Good qualities.
Harry Pearce : You don't often find them in one person.
[Ruth looks down, fiddling with her napkin. Harry refills their wine glasses]
Harry Pearce : White Burgundy. Thermobaric bombs.
Ruth Evershed : [sighing] Quite a species, aren't we?
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Malcolm Wynn-Jones : Well, you're a dark horse.
Ruth Evershed : Sorry?
Malcolm Wynn-Jones : [whispering] No, no, no. I mean, best of luck to you. I think it's wonderful.
[softly]
Malcolm Wynn-Jones : I suppose it was staring us in the face all along.
Ruth Evershed : Sorry, Malcolm, I've got no idea what you're talking about.
Malcolm Wynn-Jones : [whispering] You and Harry.
Ruth Evershed : [faintly] What?
Malcolm Wynn-Jones : It's pretty impossible to keep a secret in this place. Candle-lit dinners for two, eh?
Ruth Evershed : [protesting] No, no, no, we, it wasn't...
Malcolm Wynn-Jones : Good for you. I think you'd make a smashing couple.
Ruth Evershed : Malcolm, it was nothing, it was to do with work.
[pauses]
Ruth Evershed : Please don't say anything. Who else knows?
[Malcolm pauses and Ruth sighs]