Nuestros amantes Page #7

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done in a month?

Yes, made the video clip.

What video clip?

The one with music by, for example,

Norah Jones, with happy images.

Irene and you

eating face in the park,

laughing in the rain,

"we're falling in love" stuff.

That sh*t.

Shall we play?

It isn't unusual for

Pixies and Elves to meet in dreams.

Am I a Manic Pixie Dream Girl?

That's why I forbade you

to fall in love with me.

Will we miss each other?

Every time we drink to our lovers.

I never forget a girl

who's impossible to forget.

I see the happy ending.

The two of you kissing,

like the Lovers of Teruel.

DITSY BOZO:

Cut!

F***!

I wanted my video clip!

Why can't I have my video clip?

Because that's in movies!

Real life has no video clips and

Norah Jones doesn't sing for you!

In real life, you're happy with your

lover, your wife appears with hers,

and everything's f***ed!

Yeah.

In real life, Mara is a viper

and she's marvelous too.

You've got too many things in there.

Why have I gone back to Mara?

I'll explain it to you.

Young people fall in love

at first sight.

Romeo and Juliet see each other

and, wham, they're in love.

That's all it takes.

When you're older,

you question everything.

"Am I in love or just horny?"

"What if, after a month,

she tells me to f*** off?"

"What if I get bored

after 100 screws?"

So, just in case,

you let her get away.

Look,

you decided on Mara because...

because...

Because I don't think

I'm in love with Irene?

Is that what you're trying to say?

If I say

what I'm thinking of saying,

I'm regretting it already.

What crap.

I'm not writing that down.

Look,

I'm a practical guy,

I'm not passionate or romantic.

- I'm not!

- Not romantic?

No!

You're an incurable romantic.

So romantic that

all the love in the real world

won't match your romanticism.

That's your tragedy,

among many others.

- Among many others?

- Exactly.

Such as?

Mara.

- She's my wife...

- I screwed her.

- What did you say?

- I screwed her.

No.

Remember when you went to Ibiza

to discuss "Ditsy and Bozo 2"?

- No.

- That night Mara invited me

for dinner

and then seduced me

while your daughter

was sleeping in the next room.

No. No. No.

She said something

that made it very clear.

Give me two hours to show you

I'm the best lover you've ever had.

Sound familiar?

No, no, no, no, no...

- Why would I lie to you?

- I don't know.

I don't believe you.

I don't care.

We can talk about the two wallops

she gave me when she had her...

You know when.

It's true!

You did it!

But because of those wallops

everything went south.

No!

Tell me you resisted a bit.

Tell me.

Yes, when it was obvious that

Mara was giving me the come-on

I said a subtle phrase I have

for scaring off persistent women.

What is it?

I think my dick's gone to sleep.

It goes straight

to the subconscious.

I say it, and they leave me alone.

But Mara kept attacking

and I tried to keep my distance.

I said to her:

Is this a good idea?

What did she say?

You're Carlos' best friend.

Who'd treat me better than you?

If you think about it,

it was very logical.

Look,

I'm feeling like

I would really love to thump you!

What the hell

are you trying to say?

Saying no to Mara would have been

an insult to her and to you.

To me? Explain that!

It's like saying: "Your wife isn't

hot enough for me to betray you",

or saying she's ugly,

or insinuating

our friendship isn't strong enough

- to survive this sh*t.

- Don't twist things!

My best friend should never

screw my wife! Never!

Only your best friend would tell you

he did it in these circumstances.

Why tell me? I didn't want to know.

I didn't need to know.

No! You didn't want to know,

but you needed to know.

- Do it.

- Do what?

Hit me. Didn't you want to?

Well, go on.

Why?

Maybe you've forgotten,

but I screwed your wife.

How will hitting you help?

I don't know!

But it makes sense.

The real world is sh*t and we should

start living like our characters.

- Like Ditsy and Bozo?

- No, like the good ones,

the ones we haven't written yet.

A good character would hit me now

and then we'd carry on talking,

me bleeding like an anti-hero and...

That's great!

Thanks, man.

Did I hurt you?

Mara hurt me more.

You want to hit me twice?

I didn't want to hit you once.

Look,

your wife isn't a bad person.

You can spend the rest of your life

with her and be more or less happy.

Accept that occasionally she'll

establish her "areas of freedom".

You just do the same.

If you can live with those wallops,

you can live with this.

Your pal,

Truman Capote, would write

a hell of a story about you two.

A bit sad, yes,

but a hell of a story.

Well?

What'll you do?

Hey,

your suitcase has just said

the best last line in history.

Is this chance?

How did you know I'd be here?

I haven't come for a week.

Yeah.

I came the day after

we said goodbye.

I waited a few hours, and I left.

I told you it was a bad idea

not to swap phone numbers.

That's why

I gave mine to the waiter.

So he could call me

when you appeared.

You know,

Bukowski and Capote

have started talking.

I'm glad.

And they both agree

I have to tell you something.

I won't sugarcoat it.

If you have to say something tough,

you say it.

Go ahead.

I love you.

You've copied Jorge's method.

He took my girl

by copying Oscar Wilde,

I can take his by copying him.

How do you know I'm back with him?

- You're back with Sack of Sh*t?

- Yes.

In fact, he's due any minute.

You can say hello.

Seriously?

F***!

I haven't seen him since then.

How could we get back

after what I said?

It wouldn't be the first time.

The first and only time we got back

it took him three days to persuade

me, three days nagging at me.

Mara got you back in three minutes.

Not exactly.

How many? Two?

I never went back to her.

I kind of thought that.

I mean,

when you said "I love you"...

Suspicious, right?

A bit.

What happened?

May I use a metaphor?

I would never

inhibit your creativity.

At times, when you write a script,

it's hard to know when to stop.

You've reached the end

but you don't realize,

so you keep on and on,

trying to find the perfect ending.

And all you do is ruin everything.

My story with Mara

finished long ago,

but I couldn't see the ending.

And what about our story?

We should keep writing it.

And see where it takes us.

It seems like a good plan.

Are there rules?

No.

Just that we keep playing,

Manic Pixie.

Let's keep playing,

Manic Elf.

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