Vicky Cristina Barcelona Page #5

No.

Writer? Composer?

Tortured pseudo- intellectual

and self-destructive?

Yeah, I know.

Sometimes she gets on my nerves.

with her crackpot love affairs.

Look, I love her because

she's your friend...

...but I've warned you about her.

She's an unhappy person.

She can't part with

that self-image.

...of the oh-so-special woman...

...the artist trying to find herself.

I find her contempt for

normal values pretentious.

It's a boring cliche.

Well, men like her.

She's pretty.

And not exactly difficult

to maneuver into the sack.

Now you, on the other hand,

took a little effort to get to bed.

But it was worth the struggle.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Juan Antonio wants to take me.

...to this old amusement park

he said I would love.

I thought we could get lunch,

all of us...

...then we could

all see it together.

What, tomorrow for lunch?

We can't. We have plans.

No, we can always go boating

with Mark and Judy.

I'd like to go with Cristina.

- And Juan Antonio.

- I really want to go boating.

Yeah, that would be great.

Tomorrow.

Okay.

The couples met for lunch

and during the.

...course of conversation,

an awkward moment occurred.

Juan Antonio, having warm

thoughts about Cristina...

...tried to brush his foot...

...against hers under the table,

and accidentally brushed Vicky's.

The amusement park was everything

Juan Antonio led them to believe.

It was antique and charming,

and overlooked all of Barcelona.

I see why you love your fiance.

He's very charming.

Yes, he's lovely.

And very well suited to you.

I don't think I like

the way you say that.

I only mean you make a

comfortable couple in the best sense.

You don't understand.

I can't do anything about it now.

I'm not saying the thought

hasn't crossed my mind, but...

Vicky, please.

We must not get into this

conversation again. All right?

Things have moved on.

...and I've developed real

feelings for Cristina.

Then what?...

Why did you rub your foot

against mine under the table?

- I didn't.

- Yes.

- I didn't.

- When I looked over at you.

No. If I did, it was a mistake.

My intention was to touch Cristina.

Okay, I'm sorry.

I apologize for my mistake.

I'm sorry, it was my mistake,

but listen.

Listen... You are all set to enter.

...a completely different life.

A life you always wanted

with the man you love.

Yes, goddamn it,

and then I met you...

...and we had this ridiculously

irrational weekend together.

...and now I don't know where I am.

Please.

I'm with Cristina and you're

getting married in two weeks, Vicky.

I know. I know.

I know you're right.

Cristina loves you.

I would never...

Yes, and Cristina

and I are a good fit.

She speaks my language.

You and I...

- we'd be at each other's

throats in a month.

All right?

Yaeh.

Look. Maybe our paths will

cross again someday...

...under different circumstances.

Who knows about life?

Yaeh. You're right.

You're right, I'm an idiot.

I don't know what

I expect to happen.

And so the wedding day came

and Vicky married Doug.

Cristina was there.

She did not bring Juan Antonio,

who made an excuse.

Following the ceremony...

...the bride and groom left for

a mini-honeymoon in Seville.

Meanwhile, Cristina began to.

...sense the possibility of

the kind of relationship.

...she had always sought...

...but in the past had eluded her.

She was the lover of an exciting man,

an artist whose work she believed in.

She was already thinking of herself

as a kind of expatriate...

...not smothered by what she

believed to be America's puritanical.

...and materialistic culture...

...which she had little

patience for.

She saw herself more a European soul...

...in tune with the

thinkers and artists...

...she felt expressed

her tragic, romantic...

...freethinking view of life.

With Juan Antonio's circle of friends...

...she hobnobbed with

creative people of all sorts.

She loved their company.

...and continued to experiment

with writing and taking pictures.

- You have a good time?

- Yeah. Seville is breathtaking.

We ran into some friends from New York...

...got to spend some time with them,

which was great.

Uh, yeah, a-a-a little too much time.

You're just angry because they beat

our brains out at bridge.

- I don't like bridge.

- Me, either.

- What is this?

- Swag. Your attention, please.

Cristina and Juan Antonio

sent you this wedding gift.

When I found out she was seriously

dating Juan Antonio...

I couldn't believe it.

Just what we need...

a Rorschach blot.

I don't think I like it.

We'll buy you one of Alejandro's.

What?

Maria Elena is...

...she tried to kill herself.

What?

Is she okay?

Yes. Yes, I think so.

I don't know. I have to go.

Where are you going?

I'm going to the hospital.

Should I come with you?

I don't think that would be

a good idea for her.

She's a mess.

Well, all right, well,

if you want me to come.

- Okay, of course.

- Okay.

Of course.

Juan Antonio hurried out

in the dead of night.

Cristina tried

to go back to sleep...

...but had an uneasy feeling.

She dozed restively,

but awoke at the darkest hour.

I'm just up here making coffee!

Is everything okay?

Cristina, this is Maria Elena.

I feel like such a fool.

Here you have to speak English.

Please.

I'm embarrassed.

Oh, no.

Please, don't feel embarrassed.

Can I get you anything at all?

Vodka.

Vodka?

You're going to have a vodka now?

With all those pills you took?

Are you crazy, or what?

I want to take a shower,

Juan Antonio, can I?

I want to get rid of these clothes.

In English. In English.

When you are here,

you have to speak English. All right?

You want to take a shower,

you go there, in the guest room.

So now I'm a guest in my own house?

Yes. You are a guest.

Go on, Maria Elena, please. Go on.

There. You know where the room is.

So... what's going on?

- Nothing.

- Is everything okay?

I think she's okay, yeah.

I mean...

...things didn't work out

for her in Madrid and...

...she came back on the bus tonight,

alone.

Her whole world looked black.

...and all her plans had come

to nothing and...

...she overdosed in the

bus terminal.

Oh, my God, that's terrible.

Yea. She has to stay with us.

What? She's gona stay with us?

She has to stay with us.

I mean, she has no money.

She has no one capable

of caring for her.

I, I always...

I was always her

connection to the real life.

I understand, but, I mean,

how can she stay here?

You know, I think...

...she can't be trusted

to stay alone.

That's the problem.

I mean, even if...

...let me think... Even if I...

...if a place could

be worked out...

Maybe she needs

psychiatric help.

No. She's always had bad

experiences with doctors.

I understand,

but where is she going to stay?

In there.

Well, how long is

she going to stay here?

Cristina, I know...

...this is not what you had in mind,

but she has to stay with us.

- I understand.

- She has no one else.

I understand.

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