American Translation Page #2

We'd like you to marry us.

A symbolic act.

What's the hesitation?

You can't refuse me anything.

Christophe,

do you take Aurore for your wife,

and promise to remain faithful to her,

in happiness and in hard times,

in sickness and in health,

and love her all the days

of your life?

I do.

Aurore,

do you take Christopher

as your husband,

and promise to remain faithful to him

in happiness and in hard times,

in sickness and in health,

and love him all the

days of your life?

I do.

He gave me pocket money in my teens.

We had a lot of fun together.

I feel sorry for that priest.

We're empty.

- You didn't see the sign?

- No.

I can't read anyway.

And your girlfriend can't read?

She's my wife, and she's not French.

- What's your name?

- Alexandre.

No, thanks.

If the boss sees me smoke...

- Your boss is an a**hole?

- He's a boss.

I'm still on trial.

To get work round here,

you really gotta toe the line.

You like cars?

Yeah but now we only get old wrecks

to fix.

Like the boss says,

we're not magicians.

People don't have money

to buy new cars.

You should see the clunkers

they bring in.

What do you do after work?

- Not much.

- You have a girlfriend?

This is Alex, he's a good guy.

We were just chatting.

You'll find gas in Armentires.

We'll stay at Vert Mont Inn

for 2-3 days.

Come see us.

Sure why not.

He can't read?

Is that true?

- Hello, Mrs Levant.

- You've come back?

- I wanted to show my wife around.

- You're married?

We're staying 2-3 days,

do you have a room?

He won't be pleased to see you,

but...

we have few clients now.

But you pay in advance.

Sure, no problem.

He never got over it.

She's talking about her husband.

Their son died.

He was my best friend.

Benoit.

Ben.

We were always hanging out.

Going out drinking all night.

Then one evening, in his pad,

he started howling like crazy,

completely drunk...

saying that he wanted to die,

that the world was a sh*t hole,

he didn't want to be part of it...

The more he talked...

the more I laughed, listening to him.

But he wasn't laughing.

He seemed so convinced.

I didn't even try to comfort him

or contradict him.

Nothing.

I left him alone.

Next day...

his father found him in his room,

checked out.

Alcohol overdose, some sh*t like that.

We mixed everything in our drinks

to get really f***ed up.

You make me become somebody

else.

I feel a rage inside.

I'm back into the blood.

I love you.

I speak American too.

When I walk like this going nowhere,

crazy ideas go through my head.

You wanna know?

Sure.

I'm like a fish,

no one hears me cry.

Everything good is wild and free.

I'd like to be a cowboy.

I didn't kill Ben.

I don't want a life of quiet despair!

Me too!

You know what makes

our love dangerous?

No.

That it ends.

You did it.

You led him astray.

Without you, he'd still be here.

You killed him,

feeding him sick ideas.

I need some fresh air.

You know that old ad?

I saw it in a best-of.

Come in.

You're alone? Where's Chris?

I don't know. You know he likes to

cruise around.

He'll be back soon.

- You married for long?

- No.

He's cool.

You have a girlfriend?

I had one,

but she was too boring.

Hours listening to her talk,

People magazine crap...

just to kiss for 3 minutes.

No tongues,

she was always disgusted.

Bad choice. My brother Simon,

he's the opposite.

His girl got pregnant,

what a fuckup.

- What does he do?

- He's unemployed.

Hi, Chris.

I didn't think you'd come bug us.

You should be with people your age.

Alex...

Alex!

You better go.

I need your help, baby.

A little further to go, baby.

Tell me.

Stop, Chris.

I'll never leave you, baby.

We're a team.

- What should I talk about?

- Will you stop f***ing with me.

You're angry?

Why do you do it?

Before you, no one gave me a chance.

That's why I show you who I am.

How should I take it?

Is it a challenge?

As a kid...

my dad made me go to church,

and I believed in God.

Then I stopped believing.

I don't believe in good

or evil any more.

Today, there are the hungry ones

and those who have fear.

I have a terrible fear inside me.

You have that fear too, baby.

I recognized it.

I didn't want to be paralyzed by

the fear growing inside me.

So I followed my impulses.

Girls, boys.

With the girls, I never paid.

But with boys...

money makes things easier.

Especially with the young ones.

I know where they hang out.

Prostitutes or not.

My age freaks them out.

They trust me.

They talk to me.

They're flattered

I listen to them.

Nothing. I screwed up

first year in tech college.

- In what?

- Computers.

My parents couldn't pay

a private school. - Why?

My dad works in a factory.

Only part-time.

My mom is a guidance counsellor.

That's funny.

Why?

Because I have no guidance.

I like their passivity.

Sometimes so unexpected.

At the beginning, it was just sex.

Then one day...

with some girl,

I forget her name,

I felt something bizarre.

What time is the movie?

Look in the paper.

You could have shaved first,

I have a bad rash now.

Your ass was on fire

and I f***ed you right,

so keep your bullshit remarks

to yourself.

Ok, let's change the vibe?

I thought you were into

I was saying that for next time.

There won't be a next time,

you piss me off.

Waitresses like you, wagging their

asses, I bang 7 a week.

I don't wag my ass for everyone.

I really dug you. Relax.

I am relaxed.

So relaxed, I'm gonna skip the movie.

Have a quiet evening alone.

Yeah?

You're a misleading kind of guy.

The more I looked at her...

how can I put it...

the more I got a hard-on.

But in my head.

I never hit a girl again.

Believe me.

You're right, baby.

It does me good to talk to you.

- And this girl you...

- No.

I prefer you don't ask questions.

Let me go on.

The next day I saw Vlad,

one of my regulars.

Did you know in the US a lot of young

Mormons become prostitutes?

Pass me the joint instead of

talking bullshit.

The older men eject the teenage boys

from the community

so they can have access to many women.

They're polygamous.

- Yeah?

- And you know what?

They send teenage boys to

be prostitutes in Florida.

Apparently it's a whole network.

Minors bring in a lot of money.

I should have gone and worked out

there illegally, the money's better.

You're not a minor.

I'm sure Americans fantasize more

about Russians

than the French do.

Because of the Cold War.

The ones who are over 50 years old.

- You're not Russian, you're Rumanian.

- We're all the same to them.

Do you mind if I punch you?

I asked you a question, Vlad.

If you give me more money, fine.

And don't leave too many marks, ok?

That really gave me the hard-on.

I paid him 200 euros.

Since that day,

I understood my soul

could become a foreign territory.

And I got back on the road,

following these new impulses.

I'm so happy we're together.

That's it.

I've told you everything, baby.

Do you love me like this?

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