Paris - When It Sizzles

or Philippe
or whatever his name is.

At this magic moment
her life has indeed begun.

Tenderly he folds her into his arms,
and moving with the nimble grace
of a Fred Astaire,

he dances her off into the crowd.
In exactly ten seconds I want you
to slap me as hard as you can.

There is unfortunately
no time to explain.

And no reason to trust me.
But I trust you.

There's something about
your big magic eyes, and I am...

Well, the name doesn't matter.
Just think of me as...
1331, American Intelligence.

This must be some kind of ajoke.
If you will look
slightly to your left...

Without moving your head, please.
You will see in that window...
In the bouquet I handed you
is a piece of microfilm.

I can't tell you what it is, but
should it fall into the wrong hands,

it may mean the end of civilisation
as we know it.