Before Sunset Page #9

...and you go by, and you go by,

and you go by, you go by.

And I wake up with

the f***ing sweats.

And then I have this other dream...

...where you're pregnant in bed

beside me naked...

...and I want so badly to touch you, but

you tell me not to and you look away.

And I... And I touch you anyway...

...right on your ankle, and your skin is

so soft that I wake up in sobs, all right?

My wife is there looking at me,

and I feel I'm a million miles from her.

And I know that there's

something wrong, that I...

God, that I can't keep living like this...

...that there's gotta be more to love

than commitment.

But then I think that

I might have given up...

...on the whole idea of romantic love.

That I might have put it

to bed that...

That day when you weren't there.

You know, I think I might

have done that.

Why are you telling me all this?

I'm sorry. I don't know.

I'm... I should...

I shouldn't have.

You know, it's so weird.

People think they are the only one

going through tough times.

I mean, when I read the article,

I thought your life was perfect.

A wife, a kid, published author.

But your personal life

is more of a mess than mine.

I'm sorry.

Well, I'm glad it's good for something.

- This is where you live?

- Yeah.

So you're just relieved that I'm

in even more deep sh*t than you are?

Yes, you've made me feel better.

Oh, good, I'm glad.

No, I really wish you the best.

It's not because I'm incapable of having

a good relationship or a family...

...that I wish everyone to be

doomed like me.

I'm sure you'd make... Be

a great mom someday.

- Really? You think so?

- Yeah...

...a few antidepressants, you know,

you'll do great.

- Okay, say stop.

- Stop.

- Okay.

- You ready? Okay.

- So I want to try something.

- What?

I want to see if you stay together

or if you dissolve into molecules.

How am I doing?

Still here.

Good. I like being here.

Is this your apartment?

No, I live down there.

- Down there?

- Yeah.

Monsieur, I'm gonna walk her

to her door.

This is incredible.

- This is where you live?

- Yeah.

- How long have you been here?

- Four years.

- So tell me...

- What?

Is it all true about your dreams...

...or did you say that to hopefully

get in my pants?

I said that to get in your pants.

- I use that all the time.

- Oh, okay. Does it work?

You know. Sometimes.

Here's my kitty. Oh, so cute.

Look at him.

You know what I love

about this cat?

Every morning I bring him

to the courtyard...

...and every single morning he looks

at everything like it was the first time.

Every corner, every tree, every plant.

Smells everything

with his little cute nose.

Oh, I love my kitty. I love my kitty.

- What's his name?

- Che.

Che?

- What?

- Commie.

No, "che" in Argentina means "hey. "

- Okay.

- Yes.

Oh, baby. Oh, yes, yes, yes.

We're having a little party.

It's so much fun.

- So...

- So.

You know what? I was thinking,

would you play me one of your songs?

- You're gonna miss your flight.

- I won't.

I'm gonna be in the airport for

over an hour, reading...

...wishing you'd played me

one of your songs.

One song? Okay, but quickly.

Okay.

God, I love these old staircases.

- Hold this.

- What, for me?

Hey there, buddy.

Che.

- Would you like some tea?

- Yeah, sure.

Wow.

- Is chamomile okay?

- Yeah. Great.

- Merci.

- Messy?

- You think my apartment is messy?

- No, no. Merci.

- Merci beaucoup.

- Ah, merci.

I meant to tell you,

your French has improved a lot.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Yeah, you've really

mastered the language.

All right, all right, what song

are you gonna play me?

No, I can't. It's too embarrassing.

It's been...

Whoa. No way. No way. I came up here,

you cannot crap out on me now.

One song. Anything will be great.

But listen, you're gonna laugh at me.

- You think so?

- Yes.

I doubt it.

Okay.

What do you want to hear? I have...

I have three songs in English.

One's about my cat...

...one's about my ex-boyfriend...

Well, ex-ex-boyfriend...

...and there's one about...

Well, it's just a little waltz.

A waltz? Yeah.

- Play the waltz.

- Right.

I haven't played it in a while.

You sure?

Okay.

All right, the waltz.

Let me sing you a waltz

Out of nowhere, out of my thoughts

Let me sing you a waltz

About this one-night stand

You were, for me, that night

Everything I always dreamt of in life

But now you're gone

You are far-gone

All the way to your island of rain

It was, for you, just a one-night thing

But you were much more to me

Just so you know

I don't care what they say

I know what you meant

For me that day

I just want another try

I just want another night

Even if it doesn't seem quite right

You meant, for me, much more

Than anyone I've met before

One single night with you, little Jesse

Is worth a thousand with anybody

I have no bitterness, my sweet

I'll never forget this one-night thing

Even tomorrow, in other arms

My heart will stay yours until I die

Let me sing you a waltz

Out of nowhere, out of my blues

Let me sing you a waltz

About this lovely one-night stand

- No, one more! Please, please.

- No! It was our deal.

One... One song. No, no, no.

You can have your tea and then...

- All right, let me ask you one question.

- What?

Do you just plug that name in

for every guy that comes up here?

Yes, of course.

What do you think, that I wrote

the song about you? Are you nuts?

Is this you? Little cross-eyed Celine?

- Yes. That's funny.

- Cute.

- Is that your grandmother?

- Yeah.

Oh, wow.

- You want some honey?

- Yeah, sure.

Did you ever see Nina Simone

in concert?

No, I never did.

I can't believe she's gone.

I know, it's so sad.

Thanks.

It's hot.

I saw her twice in concert.

She was so great.

That's one of my favorite songs of hers.

She was so great.

She was so funny in concert too.

She would... She would be

right in the middle of a song and then...

...you know, stop...

...and walk from the piano all the way

to the edge of the stage.

Like, really slowly.

And she'd start talking to someone

in the audience.

"Oh, yeah, baby. Oh, yeah.

I love you too. "

And then she'd walk back.

Take her time, no hurry, you know.

She had that big, cute ass.

She would move.

And then she would go back to the piano

and play some more, you know.

And then she would, I don't know...

...just start another song

in the middle of another.

You know, like,

stop again, and be like:

"You over there,

can you move that fan.

You're cute.

Oh, yeah. "

Baby, you are gonna miss that plane.

I know.

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