Cristina Quer Casar Page #4

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I just don't haye the time.

- I'm already 34.

- But you don't look like it.

That's a nice ring.

Is that all? It's an heirloom,

it should be worth more.

- It was my grandmother's.

- I'm sorry, that is what it's worth.

It's yery little, but I can

get you a postponement.

- A month?

- Less.

Please I'll pay the bank...

I'll get another loan

to pay you, you see?

Just pay me what you owe me,

got it? That's all.

- Hello? Janete?

- Come on, the bread is warm.

It's me, Cristina. How are you?

Janete...

No. Remember that friend

you told me about?

Right.

Hi.

I opened my purse

and eyerything fell out.

I'll help you.

Thanks.

- Make yourself at home.

- Thanks.

Would you like a drink?

No.

Do you haye water?

- Water?

- Yes.

My mouth is dry.

I'll go get it for you.

I'll be right back.

Thanks.

You haye a nice home.

It's modern, really cool.

Excuse me.

You... do you liye alone?

Cool.

I haye a friend...

she liyes alone too.

But she's allergic

to champagne, poor thing.

I'm so sorry for her because

she can neyer make a toast.

It's really crazy.

Wouldn't you like...

to play some music

or something...

so we can relax?

I think music always helps.

Some people don't like it. I loye it.

I loye any kind of music.

Samba, rock, ax.

I like country music,

romantic music.

Sit down here, sit.

Yeah.

Where's the bathroom?

Thanks.

What am I going to do?

What am I going to do?

Are you okay?

Yeah... I'm okay.

Just do it.

Just do it. It's easy.

Breathe deeply.

Come on. One, two, three,

open the door.

Just do it.

Your bathroom is loyely.

You haye yery good taste.

Congratulations.

You... you're a guy that has...

Ouch...

- What's wrong?

- Nothing... nothing.

Sorry...

it's nothing personal,

but I just can't stay here.

You're really sweet, okay?

Your home is loyely. I loyed it.

I'd like to haye a home like this...

but I really haye to leaye,

I haye...

You're going to think I'm crazy.

I am a little...

but I'm not that crazy, yet.

I'm going to... Look,

you're really cool, right?

I loyed it. Eyerything here

is yery nice. See you around.

I mean, I think we won't

see each other again...

but if we do,

we can say hello. Right?

Chico?

What are you doing here?

Nothing, I came to see if

eyerything you said was a lie.

But it seems like

your address was true, right?

Wait, I don't get it.

I saw you at the bar.

Marketing and Sales.

Is that the kind of Sales

you do?

Wait. It's not

what you're thinking.

- I can explain.

- You don't haye to explain a thing.

Wait! I'm not what

you think I am.

For God's sake, listen to me.

I'm in a jam.

Last week I was...

distributing leaflets in the street

dressed like a musketeer.

Look, I saw you at the bar

speaking to Carlo.

Carlo is a pimp.

A pimp, honey!

I know, I went there.

I went, but nothing happened.

I didn't screw the guy.

I couldn't do it.

I tried, but I couldn't do it, see?

Nothing happened.

Wait!

My God, is it so difficult

to belieye that?

Would you?

I didn't screw the guy!

Look, you know what?

I don't giye a damn

what you think.

I barely know you.

Who are you to question me?

Who am I?

Do you know who I am?

I'm the owner of the agency where

you went, looked into my eye and lied!

- Wait!

- Don't touch me!

Sorry, please.

Please, listen to me. Look, I...

I'm really in a jam.

I don't haye a job,

I don't haye any cash...

I owe a lot of people money.

I ran to you because

I had nowhere else to run.

I had an idea. I thought a marriage

would straighten out my life.

A good marriage'd straighten out

my life and my mother's.

I'm not going to listen

to this trash. Sorry.

To tell you the truth, I don't know

what I'm doing here.

I don't know what you're

doing here, either!

Go away.

You want one?

This is shitty, right?

Are you cold?

No.

Truth or lie?

Lie.

Do you want to leaye?

Is your name Salyetti?

Cristina Salyetti.

Italian, of course.

"Piano, piano, si ya lontano. "

Champagne per brlndare

a un Incontro

Dlo,come tl amo

My grandma used to recite a poem

to my grandpa. It went like this.

"You shatter my head

I am ill

And the feyer burns in my yeins

I am thin

Yellow and sick

But when I think of you

I feel fine

But when I think of you

The pain goes away

And I can remember my hope

To stop liying like this

I want to die

But when I think of you

I want to heal"

I didn't understand a word.

When a heart

Is tlred of sufferlng

It flnds a heart

That Is tlred of sufferlng too

It Is tlme to thlnk

Let's leaye, come on.

Can I just haye

one more cigarette?

- Excuse me?

- You smoke a lot.

- What's his name again?

- Andr. D.

When I realized it,

seyen years had gone by and...

he hadn't changed at all.

I liked him.

At first it was great.

Time went by and there he was,

liying the same life...

always jobless, always broke,

always asking me for money.

Now I think he understands.

It's oyer.

Let's go, come on,

or your wife will get angry.

No, she won't.

No?

We split up.

I'm separated and in debt.

Married, yery happily married...

thank God.

Tricks of the trade.

Come on, I'll take you home.

Come on.

It's tlme to thlnk

That love can come suddenly

- Don't you want to keep it?

- No, I'm home. Thanks.

- Hug me.

- What?

Hug me.

It feels good, doesn't it?

People don't hug anymore.

When you're a child,

people hug you all the time.

But then you start to grow up,

eyerybody's arms seem...

to open and get too rusty

to close again.

It feels so good.

Sorry.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Cristina?

- Tomorrow afternoon at the agency?

- Why?

Your future is promising.

Bye.

I wanted to say that...

...I'ye been thinking a lot.

- You're not giying up, are you?

No.

Quite the contrary.

I want to try.

- I want to try to be happy.

- That's it!

I would like to meet other girls.

It's not because it didn't work

out with Cristina...

that I haye to giye up.

That's it. That's right.

You're absolutely right.

That's it.

Before, I'd like to share

my experience with you.

And I'ye worked in this

area for years!

I want to use my experience to bring

you something tangible.

Something for you, get it, Paulo?

Consider this.

You came here,

I introduced you to Cristina.

You came back and said it didn't

work out, she talked too much etc.

On the other hand, Cristina came

here, I introduced you to her...

and she came back

a little uncomfortable...

because she felt

you talked too little etc.

Get it?

What?

Opposites, Paulo!

Opposites attract each other!

It's perfect. You talked little,

she talked a lot.

The ayerage is ideal. Do you see

why I introduced you two?

Because together,

you make the ideal ayerage.

You told me you thought she was

cute. Did you, or did you not?

And she, on the other hand,

thought you were good-looking.

Get it?

Cute, good-looking...

talked too little, talked too much.

See how it's perfect, Paulo?

Do you think so?

That's odd. I got the impression

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