Stockholm Page #2

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- Why?

Because I was right

to run after you and find you.

And when I do the right thing

when everything is against me...

I'm glad.

That makes sense.

And what were you laughing at?

At nothing.

- You won't tell me?

- I wasn't laughing at anything.

- Where are you going?

- Huh? Down there.

Do you live there?

No, but I always get a taxi

around there.

Would you like to come up

and drink to our second chance?

- No, and don't insist.

- Just a beer.

I told you I don't want to.

This can't end here.

- Yes, it can.

- Are you hungry?

- What?

- I'm hungry, aren't you?

- Yes, but...

- I'll buy you dinner.

- Dinner?

- Yes, you said you were hungry,

so even if it sounds romantic,

you can't say no, you're hungry.

It's true.

But I don't know if you'll get in,

dressed like that.

Really?

Don't worry,

the maitre is a pal.

Thanks, I don't know

what I'd do without you.

Come on, they're closing.

Strange, isn't it?

F***, all this

has really changed!

All what?

- This place isn't what it was.

- Right.

What would you like?

I don't know, a nice meal,

a good wine, dessert, candles.

All right, whatever you want.

I'll give your order

to the manager.

- Your friend?

- You mind waiting?

No, no, I'll go and have

a look at the Financial ymes.

I won't be long.

Let's go.

Do you want anything?

Who was it?

A drunk guy.

- He doesn't like you very much.

- Right.

Why?

- Does everyone like you?

- No way.

But you're so nice

and you want people to like you...

- What can I say?

- The truth.

Because you never lie.

OK.

One night I made out

with a friend of his,

a girl that he was

undoubtedly in love with.

I met them in a bar

and we got talking,

and we were laughing andioking

until the big moment

when she had to choose

between going to bed

with the friend she sees every day,

or with the stranger who for some

reason she liked that night.

The worst thing is

I keep meeting him,

in bars, at the cinema,

in the street, now in the 24,

and it's always

the same f***ing story.

- A real pain, isn't it?

- Yeah.

Happy?

So-so.

What else do you want?

I don't know if you've told me

all the truth.

- So you say.

- Yeah,

but for me you'rejust a stranger

who swore always to tell the truth.

How do I know

that it isn't a lie?

Yeah... I don't know.

I say it's the truth

and if you don't believe me...

all that I know about you

is that you live 5 minutes away.

I didn't lie about that.

You said you were meeting

myfriends, and it was a lie.

- That was a ioke.

- You've lied to me once.

That doesn't count.

And you keep samng

that you're in love...

- That you really like me.

- No, I'm in love with you!

And that isn't a lie.

It would have been smarter to lie

and say I'm just interested.

You could be

lying about that too.

I think I'm showing you

that I'm not.

Know what I think?

I think you're a liar,

you lie about everything,

obviously you're not

in love with me,

you don't live 5 minutes away,

and you're not going to prove that.

Myfriends dumped you,

that's why you came looking for me.

You haven't told me your name

in case we meet again.

And, most important,

I think that the boy we met

hates you

because after you slept

with his friend

she was smitten by you

and your lies,

but you never rang her

or answered her calls...

I'm right, aren't I?

Why do you think that?

I don't know, he gave me

an odd look when he left

like he was wishing me luck

or something.

Like I was following in the steps

of his friend and others.

So you'd rather believe what you see

in a drunk's face than believe me?

You still haven't proved

that I've lied about anything.

And you haven't proved

you're telling the truth.

You're right.

Come on,

tell me you called her

and it didn't work out.

Come on, Mr. Honesty,

I dare you.

After that night,

I never saw her again because

the next day I left on a trip.

I rang her when I got back

and she was dating someone.

And your friends?

You can call them tomorrow but,

at the risk of seeming cocky,

I don't think you have to.

It was pretty obvious Marina

was interested in me, wasn't it?

I didn't tell you my name because

it's ugly and I'm embarrassed.

And as for living

five minutes from there, well...

And that I fell in love...

you've got two options,

choose to find out,

or choose to not find out.

Why don't we wait on the stairs?

- Tell me your name.

- I'm really embarrassed by it.

I just want to keep talking to you.

"I've fallen in love with you".

- The firstthing you said to me.

- You still think it's a lie?

- You've got such a cheek.

- You really think that?

How often have you slept

with strangers?

- Strangers?

- Yes, like me.

- Like you... never.

- Come on, tell me.

Now and then.

Several times.

- And you've seen them again?

- Of course.

Not all of them.

Yes, they end up calling me,

finding me, chasing me.

- They come to your house...

- That's happened, believe me.

Of course,

you're so irresistible.

Do you think that too?

I'm not one of those.

- "Those"?

- Yes, I don't...

I don't sleep with strangers.

Oh, those.

They're such sluts!

You needn't worry about me,

I don't want to sleep with you.

- No?

- You're not mytype, sorry.

Wow, what a disappointment.

It must be for how I look.

Obviously.

But you should have seen me

when I left home.

A boy in the street

even told me that...

Well, that he'd have

taken me anyhere.

But of course, now,

with my hair, I look a wreck.

You're very pretty.

- And you?

- What?

How many strangers

have you slept with?

How many turned up at your door?

- Less than you, for sure.

- How many?

Less than you imagine.

I hope so,

I was imagining an awful lot.

Yes, well, less.

Because that's what you wanted.

- Right?

- I don't know.

What can I do with you?

You can move house

and prayfor luck.

What?

When you sleep with strangers,

so they don't find you

or come calling at your door.

It's not a bad strategy.

A bit expensive, boring,

but not bad. I'll think about it.

But seriously,

what can I do with you?

So that I'll believe you or so that

I'll fall in love with you?

Good question,

are they mutually exclusive?

Let me think... no.

So if you don't believe me

you can't fall in love with me.

- Exactly.

- I'll have to get you to believe me.

- What can I do?

- You can't do anything.

- You can always do something.

- No, you can't do anything,

I know it's a lie, you haven't

fallen in love with me, it's OK.

- But I'm enioying myself.

- Here we go again.

You know I won't stop

till you believe me.

All right,

you'll have to prove it.

What have I been doing all night?

Didn't you notice?

Prove it properly.

Of course, I'd forgotten.

How do I do it properly?

I can't tell you.

And I can't fall in love with

someone whose name I don't know.

- What a bore!

- It's true!

- I can't, it's horrible.

- Come on, tell me.

It can't be that bad,

and it's your name.

You have to start accepting it.

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