Stockholm Page #2
- 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,
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,
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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