Before Sunrise Page #8

I was somebody else.

I mean, the only other way

to lose yourself like that is...

...you know, dancing...

...or alcohol...

...or drugs, or stuff like that.

F***ing.

F***ing, yeah. That's one way.

Do you know what I want?

What?

To be kissed.

Well, I could do that.

Wait.

I have to say something stupid.

All right.

It's very stupid.

I don't think we should

sleep together.

I want to, but since we're never

going to see each other again...

...it'll make me feel bad.

I'll wonder who else you're with.

I'll miss you.

I know. It's not very adult.

Maybe it's a female thing.

I can't help it.

Let's see each other again.

No, I don't want you to break our vow

just so you can get laid.

I don't want to just get laid.

I want to... I mean...

I mean, I think we should.

We die in the morning, right?

- I think we should.

- Then it's like some male fantasy.

Meet a French girl,

f*** her and never see her again.

And have this great story to tell.

I don't want...

...this great evening to

just have been for that.

Okay, we don't have to have sex.

It's not a big deal.

You don't want to see me again?

No, of course I do.

If somebody gave me

the choice right now...

...of to never see you again

or to marry you...

...I would marry you.

Maybe that's a lot

of romantic bullshit...

...but people have gotten married

for a lot less.

Actually...

...I think I decided I wanted to sleep

with you when we got off the train.

Now that we've talked so much,

I don't know anymore.

Why do we make everything

so complicated?

I don't know.

What's the first thing you'll do

when you get back to Paris?

Call my parents.

What about you?

I don't know. I'll probably go

pick up my dog. He's with a friend.

You have a dog?

I love dogs.

- You do?

- Yeah.

- Oh, sh*t.

- What?

I don't know.

We're back in real time.

I know. I hate that.

What is that?

Sounds like a harpsichord.

Check that out.

Somebody's playing.

That's cool.

Can we dance to the harpsichord?

Of course.

Oh, wow.

I'm gonna take your picture...

...so I never forget you...

...or all this.

Okay, me too.

"The years shall run like rabbits. "

What?

Nothing.

I have...

...this recording of Dylan Thomas...

...reading a W. H. Auden poem.

He's got a great voice.

It's like...

"All the clocks in the city

Began to whirr and chime:

O let not Time deceive you

You cannot conquer Time.

In headaches and in worry

Vaguely life leaks away

And Time will have his fancy

Tomorrow or today. ' "

Something like that.

That's good.

When you talked earlier

about after a few years...

...how a couple would begin

to hate each other...

...by anticipating their reactions...

...or getting tired

of their mannerisms.

I think it would be

the opposite for me.

I think I can really fall in love

when I know everything about someone.

The way he's gonna part his hair...

...which shirt he's gonna

wear that day...

...knowing the exact story he'd tell

in a given situation.

I'm sure that's when I know

I'm really in love.

- Hey, guess what.

- What?

We didn't go to those guys' play.

Play?

The cow?

Oh, yeah, we didn't.

Oh, no. We missed it.

You know what bus to take

to the airport?

No problem.

- I should get on this one.

- Right here. You wanna get on there?

I guess this is it, no?

I really...

- You know...

- Yeah, I know. Me too.

Have a great life. Have fun

with everything you're gonna do.

Good luck with school and all that.

I hate this.

Me too.

The train is about to leave.

You know all this bullshit

we're talking about...

...not seeing each other?

I don't want that.

I don't either.

- You don't?

- I waited for you to say it.

Why didn't you say something?

I was afraid

you didn't wanna see me.

What do you wanna do?

Maybe we should meet here

in five years or something.

Five years? That's a long time.

It's awful. It's like

a sociological experiment.

- How about one year?

- One year.

- How about six months?

- Six months?

It's gonna be freezing.

Who cares? We come here,

we go somewhere else.

Six months from now or last night?

Last night. Six months

from last night, which was...

...June 16th.

So track nine, six months from now

at 6:
00 at night.

December.

It's a train ride for you,

but I gotta fly all the way here.

But I'm gonna be here.

- Okay, me too.

- All right.

We won't call, write or...

No, it's depressing.

Your train's gonna leave.

Say goodbye.

Bye.

Goodbye.

Au revoir.

Later.

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