The Taste of Others Page #2

Oft to this chamber, | stately and withdrawn...

Titus often unburdens | his most secret thoughts.

Sh*t! They're speaking | in rhymes!

Here it is sometimes, | stealing from his Court...

he comes to whisper...

Those costumes are ugly.

This door gives access | to his private chamber...

and this other entrance | leads into the Queen's.

Go to her...

Tell her, loathe | to intrude on her...

I dare to ask her | for a private talk.

Yes.

Yes, this must be painful. | That's fine.

Aah! Aah!

You destroyed my larynx.

You're crazy. It hurts.

- What are you thinking about? | - I'm not thinking. I'm bored.

You looked like | you were thinking.

Castella is OK, but this job | is a f***ing bore.

Can you buy me some cigarettes? | I can't move.

That's convenient, isn't it? | "I can't move".

- What kind do you smoke? | - I don't care.

Thank you.

He won't be here all night? | It's going to be hot. Thursday?

Yes. It would be nice | if you could do the closing.

I don't know. I'll have to see.

- There's someone at the bar. | - Oh, yes.

- Good evening. | - Could we eat something?

Yes.

Here you are. | Everything from here down.

You don't remember me?

No. Uh...

Don't worry.

Miss? I'll have a...

ham and cheese.

OK.

Where did we meet, exactly? | I'm sorry...

It doesn't matter. | We just had sex.

We had sex?

It was a while ago. I've cut my | hair since, and we were smashed.

Yes, but it's amazing | that I wouldn't remember.

Don't worry. It happens.

More often to men, | but it happens.

It's only natural. | We're not made equal physically.

It's not the same act, | the same... involvement.

Let's drop it.

Or if we are not | master of our tears...

Isn't Virginie down there?

- At least let honor... | - That's her.

Let the whole world | plainly recognize...

an Emperor's tears | and the tears of a Queen.

For, my Princess, | we must part.

Cruel.

Is this the time to speak?

What have you done? | I thought myself beloved.

Accustomed to the joy of seeing | you, I lived for you alone.

Did you not know your laws | when I first confessed my heart?

To what excess you've led me! | Why did you not say...

"Wretched Queen, | you are too far committed?

"Curb your hopes. | Give not your heart".

Look at her face.

Did you not take it, | only to return it...

when its one wish | was to depend on you?

The empire planned | our downfall ceaselessly...

there still was time.

You could have left me then?

A thousand reasons then | could comfort me.

I could have blamed your father | for my death...

the people, the Senate, | the whole Empire, Rome...

rather than so dear a hand.

I know what torments | are in store for me.

I feel without you | I may no more Iive.

I had sex with this chick, | and I didn't remember.

It was so f***ing embarrassing.

And when she told me...

I had a good look, and | I still didn't remember.

It's only natural. | Same thing could happen to me.

From the 200 or 300 I've f***ed, | I would recognize twenty.

Once you're drunk, once it's | dark, or when it's quick...

- You can't remember them all. | - Yeah, you're right.

Is "200 or 300" | a figure of speech?

No, not at all.

I'm forty-five. | I started at fifteen.

If you average eight | to ten chicks a year...

over thirty years, | thirty times ten is 300.

I'm forty. That's, let's see... | twenty- five years...

multiplied by...

two, let's say... fifty.

- Fifty... not bad. | - Sh*t! You think too much.

No... I stayed with | a few of them.

What about you?

Yes. Once.

- Did you buy me cigarettes? | - I forgot. I'll be back.

Manie.

I should have remembered.

I didn't tell you it.

Um... no.

What? Go ahead.

Would you be interested | in going out one of these days?

- Just to talk. | - OK. I'll give you my number.

- Yes? | - Coffee, please.

Yes, right away.

Want to get a bite?

- Yes, of course. | - See you tomorrow.

- What a bore, what a bore! | - I liked it.

- You're silly. | - It's slow. It's way too slow.

You slow down the scene. | It should go twice as fast.

- Where is Laurent? | - Virginie.

- Hi. | - Who's that guy?

The director.

- So, you're happy? | - Did you like it?

We didn't see you much. | It was too short.

But you were cute. The costumes | were ugly, but you were cute.

- But did you enjoy the play? | - Oh, yes.

You don't know how to cry.

- The tears were... | - It's very difficult.

It's hard for an actor, along | with the memorization, right?

Anyway, you had three lines.

- What's wrong? | - What's the problem?

- We're leaving, Valerie. | - I'm coming.

See you tomorrow. | We'll meet outside.

What's wrong? | I found it really good.

- On my tab? | - Yeah.

Let's go together, | it would be less boring.

I'd like to come. | I love the atmosphere.

The unemployment agency ... | it's warm, convivial.

- I like being humiliated. | - I may not have enough hours.

What about the Ibsen play?

I haven't heard a thing. | And you?

They're going nowhere. | They haven't got money.

It's not happening.

- You're not constantly working? | - No, I'm not, after all.

I'm not an actress in demand.

Each time an actor tells me, | "I'm doing this and that"...

I want to strangle him.

Fred's always smiling at me. | Is it a tic, or what?

- Does he smile at you? | - Not particularly.

I have a soft little | black piece waiting for you.

Have you decided?

- Roast beef. | - Pot pie.

I'm hungry.

I also have | a little Moroccan stuff.

- Is the black stuff expensive? | - A gram is 60.

Wow! I don't know. | I'll stop by, and we'll see.

The table behind you, next to | Regine- Anne. Don't look now.

They were talking about | the play. They loved it.

And the guy with | the long hair...

He's very fond of you. | Don't look now!

- He's not bad. | - I think he's revolting.

- Revolting? | - I don't like his kind.

- Is there anybody you like? | - Why?

You don't like | any guy I show you.

That's not it at all.

So show me someone you like.

I don't know...

That man there in | the corner, for example.

Where? That old man, there?

Yes, but you see, he moves me.

- To have sex with him? | - It's not about that.

- Have sex with whom? | - With no one. That's the point.

It's sad.

- I was trying to tell her... | - It's true...

I can't have casual sex, | I need to be in love.

It has to be meaningful. | Is that so strange?

I just came for the check.

But...

How could I have forgotten?

- Maybe it wasn't you. | - Truly. You don't believe me?

You want one?

OK, why not?

I wanted to say...

I'm sorry | to tell you this now...

but if I tell you later, | it will be...

even more...

It wouldn't be very...

Anyway, I think it's better | if I tell you.

I have a girlfriend.

You are so cute.

Well, how's she doing?

- She's not here. | - I noticed.

She's in the U. S. | for six months.

How is it going?

I had no news | for three weeks, but...

the last time we talked, | she was OK.

No news... for three weeks.

Why don't you contact her?

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