Before Sunset Page #8

If she was obsessed with sex,

riding you like a wildcat...

That wouldn't make any sense, right?

Everything you're saying makes sense.

It's not about sex.

No, I know. It's obvious.

I...

You know, couples

are so confused lately.

I think it must be that...

...men need to feel essential

and they don't anymore.

It's been imprinted in their head

for so many years...

...that they had to be the provider.

Like, I'm a strong, independent woman

in my professional life.

I don't need a man to feed me...

...but I still need a man to love me

and that I could love.

- So your driver's here.

- Yeah.

Well, I guess this is goodbye.

- You better give me your...

- No, no.

Why don't we just

give you a ride home?

- Well, I can take the Mtro. I'm fine.

- No, I...

My flight's not until 0.

I'll be arriving two hours early.

This way we can keep talking.

- Monsieur, can...?

- It's not on the way.

You told him where you are

and all that?

Yeah.

- He knows where he's going?

- Yes.

Glad somebody does.

- But this is better than the Mtro, right?

- Definitely.

I was thinking, for me it's better I don't

romanticize things as much anymore.

I was suffering so much all the time.

I still have lots of dreams,

but they're not in regard to my love life.

It doesn't make me sad,

it's just the way it is.

Is that why you're in a relationship

with somebody who's never around?

Yes, obviously I can't deal with

the day-to-day life of a relationship.

Yeah, we have this

exciting time together...

...and he leaves and I miss him,

but at least I'm not dying inside.

When someone's always around me,

I'm suffocating.

No, wait, you just said

that you need to love and be loved.

Yeah, but when I do,

it quickly makes me nauseous.

It's a disaster.

I mean, I'm really happy

only when I'm on my own.

Even being alone, it's better than sitting

next to a lover and feeling lonely.

It's not so easy for me

to be a romantic.

You start off that way, and after

you've been screwed over a few times...

...you forget about your delusional ideas

and you take what comes into your life.

That's not even true.

I haven't been screwed over...

...I've just had too many

blah relationships.

They weren't mean,

they cared for me...

...but there were no real connection

or excitement.

At least, not from my side.

God, I'm sorry, is it really that bad?

It's not, right?

You know, it's not even that.

I was...

I was fine until I read

your f***ing book.

It stirred sh*t up, you know?

It reminded me how

genuinely romantic I was...

...how I had so much hope in things...

...and now it's like I don't believe

in anything that relates to love.

I don't feel things for people anymore.

In a way, I put all my romanticism

into that one night...

...and I was never able to feel

all this again.

Like, somehow this night

took things away from me...

...and I expressed them to you,

and you took them with you.

It made me feel cold,

like love wasn't for me.

I don't believe that.

I don't believe that.

You know what? Reality and love

are almost contradictory for me.

It's funny, every single of my exes,

they're now married.

Men go out with me, we break up,

and then they get married.

And later they call me to thank me

for teaching them what love is...

...and that I taught them to care

and respect women.

- I think I'm one of those.

- I want to kill them!

Why didn't they ask me? I would have

said no, but they could have asked!

I know it's my fault because

I never felt it was the right man.

Never. But what does it mean,

the right man, the love of your life?

The concept is absurd. We can only be

complete with another person.

- It's evil, right?

- Can I talk?

I guess I've been heartbroken

too many times and then I recovered.

So now, you know, from the starts,

I make no effort.

- I know it's not gonna work out.

- You can't do that.

You can't live trying to avoid pain...

...at the expense...

- Those are words.

I've gotta get away from you.

- Stop the car, I wanna get out.

- No, don't...

- Keep talking.

- It's being around you.

Don't touch me, you know.

I want to get on a cab.

No, don't. No, no, keep going.

Listen, I'm just so happy...

Thank you, just keep going.

All right.

Look, I'm just so happy,

all right, to be with you.

I am. I'm so glad you didn't

forget about me, okay?

No, I didn't.

And it pisses me off, okay?

You come here to Paris,

all romantic, and married.

Okay? Screw you.

Don't get me wrong,

I'm not trying to get you.

I mean, all I need is a married man.

There's been so much water under

the bridge, it's not even about you.

It's about that moment in time

that's forever gone.

You say that, but you didn't

even remember having sex, so...

Of course I remembered.

- You did?

- Yes.

- Women pretend things like that.

- They do?

What was I supposed to say?

That I remember the wine in the park...

...and us looking up at the stars fading

away as the sun came up?

We had sex twice, you idiot!

All right, you know what,

I'm just happy to see you.

Even if you've become an angry,

manic-depressive activist...

...I still like you,

I still enjoy being around you.

And I feel the same. I'm sorry.

I don't know what happened, I just...

- I had to let it all out.

- Don't worry about it.

I'm so miserable in my love life,

in my relationship.

I always act as...

Like, you know, I'm detached.

But I'm dying inside.

I'm dying because I'm so numb.

I don't feel pain or excitement,

I'm not even bitter, I'm just...

You think you're the one

dying inside?

My life is 24/7 bad.

- I'm sorry.

- No, no.

I mean, the only happiness I get

is when I'm out with my son.

I've been to marriage counseling...

...I've done things I never thought

I would have to do.

I've lit candles,

bought self-help books, lingerie.

- Did the candles help?

- Hell, no.

I don't love her the way

she needs to be loved...

...and I don't even see a future for us,

but then I look at my little boy...

...sitting across from me,

and I think I'd suffer any torture...

...to be with him for

all the minutes of his life.

I don't want to miss out on one.

But then, there's no joy or laughter

in my home, you know?

- I don't want him growing up in that.

- No laughter? That's terrible.

My parents have been

together 35 years...

...and even when they fight

they end up laughing.

I don't want to be one of those people

who are getting divorced at 52...

...and falling down into tears, admitting

they never really loved their spouse...

...and they feel their life has been

sucked up into a vacuum cleaner.

You know, I want a great life.

I want her to have a great life...

...she deserves that.

But we're just living in the pretense

of a marriage, responsibility...

...you know, all these ideas

of how people are supposed to live.

But then I... I have these dreams...

What dreams?

I have these dreams,

you know, that...

...I'm standing on a platform...

...and you keep going by on a train...

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