Nuestros amantes Page #2
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Are you a bored man?
No. I said that
so you'd work at it.
Girls love redeeming
men with problems.
- You don't say!
- Especially tough guys,
bad boys, cretins...
This is more promising
than the brandy routine. Go on.
Someone should tell
the tough guys and bad boys
why they score with girls.
Don't stop now.
They think you melt
when you see them acting cocky
but really your maternal instinct
- And we see the inner child?
- Exactly.
The timid, insecure child
trying to overcome his fear of girls
by pretending to be
the nasty hero of a nasty film.
You feel a tenderness for them
and you sleep with them.
You give them the prize.
And that's why
we like bad-ass guys?
Their inner child
arouses your maternal instinct.
I see.
So it's kind of like incest.
U.I.I.
Unconscious Incestuous Impulses.
This is the first time
I've verbalized it.
Yeah, well, you shouldn't
verbalize it much more,
especially in front of women.
And what's your seduction method?
I act cocky and tough.
- And does it work?
- Yes.
At times. Not always.
Hardly ever.
But, according to your theory,
you score because
you've aroused a feeling of pity.
And deep down, all guys know that.
And never will.
It's our secret.
Do you and your inner child
mind if I go to the washroom?
No, we don't.
seems like the fourth.
Shouldn't it be more banal,
more superficial?
I've made an ellipsis.
I've jumped forward three weeks.
I see.
Come back to today for a minute,
and tell me
something about yourself,
as if we were
getting to know each other.
sent by my bosses
to assassinate the most important
political leaders on Earth.
You'd be doing us a favor.
Not really.
The plan is to create chaos
and make our invasion easier.
Do you know
how you'll kill them?
It's mass magnicide.
And if I screw up, I'll face
an Intergalactic Court Martial.
- What planet are you from?
- One in the ass end of nowhere.
Yes, I know it!
Do you have a girlfriend there,
a wife...?
It isn't necessary.
we're hermaphrodites.
Listen, I'm bored talking about me.
Can I start lying?
Talking about lying,
do you have
so as to go unnoticed?
Of course.
I can't go round saying
I'm an intergalactic assassin.
And what's your cover?
What do you think it is?
You pass yourself off
as a guy from Saragossa
who at first sight
isn't very remarkable...
Perfectly normal.
...with a job he doesn't like...
Frustrating.
...and a social life
that isn't fully satisfying.
Tedious.
Why did you go to the bookstore?
I've never seen you there before.
I like bookstores.
They're magical places.
Yes, of course.
Where you find girls like me,
stirring up intergalactic assassins
And that's your cover.
- You think so?
- I do.
Maybe I'm like that.
- No.
- Why not?
Because if you were,
you wouldn't be real.
You'd be a fictional character.
You'd only exist to help me
find a meaning to my life
without caring about
your own happiness.
What a writer friend of mine calls
And what's that?
Something that's hard to find.
- Am I a Manic Pixie Dream Girl?
- No.
That's your cover.
Like mine to conceal that
I'm an intergalactic assassin.
And what am I concealing?
Come on.
I think your heart was broken.
Very recently.
You were left,
which could happen to any of us.
But you feel
as if you've been torn apart.
How do you know that?
Are you all mind readers
on your planet?
Of course.
But, as well, I saw you.
What?
A few days before we met,
I went to the bookstore
and I saw you sitting with him,
crying your eyes out.
And you kept crying
for a long time after he left.
As well as an intergalactic
assassin, you're a cheat.
You played with an advantage.
Can you forgive me?
You changed the rules of the game.
I don't know if I like them.
While you decide,
can we keep playing?
I have to go.
Will you come with me?
Are you still in love with him?
I can't help it.
He isn't handsome.
He doesn't have to be.
He's a poet, you know.
- Accursed?
- Really accursed.
Is he good?
Yes, that's the problem.
How much are you in love with him,
from 0 to 10?
Nine?
I reckoned a seven.
He's the kind who doesn't stop
until you adore him.
And when you do,
he gets scared and leaves.
To look for another victim.
He may have had one
before he left me.
- You know him well.
- Yes.
It's the second time
I've let him destroy me.
I hope there won't be a third.
So do I.
You'd go back to him?
If he changed, and changed a lot,
maybe.
Is that possible?
My problem is I don't believe in
God, but I do believe in miracles.
How big a fool am I,
from 0 to 10?
Four.
I was expecting an eight.
No, I'm sure that
even if he was a bastard,
you've had marvelous moments,
the kind we never talk about.
What do you mean?
I mean that we mostly complain
about our partners.
No one calls to tell you about
a romantic walk with his girlfriend,
hand in hand, picking flowers,
stepping on dogshit together.
But they do say:
"Look what the bastard did to me".
Or:
"Listen to what the b*tch said".
That's how we are.
We moan about the bad parts and say
nothing about the great moments
that keep us hooked
on b*tches and bastards.
You know when I had
my last great moment with my ex?
It wasn't the day he left you.
- The day before.
- A coherent guy.
Super-coherent.
We had a romantic dinner,
he said he loved me
more than anything,
and the next day, goodbye.
I can say it in two ways:
he's a sicko or he's a sack of sh*t.
You choose.
No, they both work.
And even so, I miss him.
Really?
That the difference
between real life and the movies.
In the movies
a bastard is a bastard.
In real life.
a bastard can also be wonderful.
Thank you.
How long were you together?
Long enough to make me believe
I was the woman of his dreams.
So why did he leave?
He started talking a load of sh*t
about karma, fate...
I asked if he'd stopped loving me
and he said he loved me so much
that a relationship as a couple
wasn't enough to show his love.
Why did he leave me?
I don't know.
He left for the same reason
we leave people and they leave us.
Which is...?
He thinks he deserves
better than you.
F***ing bastard.
Yes, insult him!
No, you're the f***ing bastard.
- Do you realize what you said?
- Accept it!
The fact is, if someone leaves you
it's because they think
there's something better
waiting for them.
I'm not saying your ex will find it.
Have I disappointed you?
Why would you?
Because I'm not
the typical classic male fantasy.
I'm as screwed up as any
screwed up girl in the real world.
And in love
with a sicko and/or a sack of sh*t.
Yeah.
Not very glamourous.
Don't worry. You know what
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