Vicky Cristina Barcelona Page #6

It's only for a short time.

A few months at most.

She's staying for a few months?

Listen, I've been

through this with her before.

So... I mean, if...

Sh*t.

If you had only known

her when I first met her.

I mean, her beauty...

... took your breath away.

- Yes, I know.

- She was so talented, so brilliant...

...she was so sensual.

She chose me from a hundred men

ready to kill for her.

We were both sure that...

...our relation was perfect,

but there was something missing.

You know, love requires

such a perfect balance.

It's like the human body.

It may turn out that you have.

...all the vitamins and minerals,

but...

...if there is a single,

tiny ingredient...

...missing, like, like...

... salt, for example... One dies.

Salt?

Who is she?

She is the woman I live with.

You have to speak English around her.

Please.

Why? For her sake?

Yes, exactly. Out of courtesy.

I don't trust her, Juan Antonio.

Her eyes are not one color.

You always had paranoid ideas

about every woman I've ever known.

She's pretty.

Do you think she'll

be enough for you?

Well, she's quite intelligent

and she is a free thinker, like you.

Like me?

Yes.

You're still searching

for me in every woman.

That is not true, Maria Elena.

I was in Oviedo some weeks

ago with a woman.

who was the antithesis of you...

...an American, and something.

...beautiful happened with her.

So you're mistaken.

You'll always see to duplicate

what we had. You know it.

In this house, speak English.

That's all I ask. All right?

Don't talk to me like that.

Why are you getting

so angry at me?

Listen. Why were you thinking

about killing yourself?

What a stupid idea did

cross on your mind!

I mean, to try to kill yourself,

for Christ's sake!

Stay here until you get

back on your feet...

...and then I beg you, please,

get out of my life!

We came so close to perfection,

you and I.

- You're too damaged.

- And you love that.

You've always liked my mood swings.

But what was missing, Juan Antonio?

What was missing?

Speak English!

I don't like her for you!

I don't trust her.

And you know I always

have your best interest.

Not when you tried to kill me.

- Oh, that.

- Yeah, that. That small detail.

I mean, you... Are suspicious of her

because she is now my lover.

It's so obvious.

No, no. I see you so lost,

so confused, since we split up.

For all your talk of swearing off

women and renouncing love...

...to end up losing your head...

...not for one, but two...

... American tourists.

More coffee?

Yes, please.

I'm sorry.

Here's sugar.

No, thank you.

I thought we could go for a ride

to the countryside later.

I mean, the weather is beautiful.

It's definitely going to rain later.

In English.

No, it's fine.

You speak no Spanish?

No. I studied Chinese.

Chinese?

Why?

I thought it sounded pretty.

Say something in Chinese.

Me?

How are you?

You think that sounds pretty?

Well, maybe not the way.

I'm pronouncing it, but...

If you ask me,

Chinese sounds strident.

It's like a drill to the head.

Speak English, Maria Elena.

You ever hear them in the kitchen

of a Chinese restaurant?

It's so unpleasant.

Maria Elena, enough.

Speak English.

I'm sorry. I am nervous today.

I had bad dreams.

Would you like to paint?

Do you paint also?

Do I paint, she asks.

Ask him, ask him.

He stole everything from me.

His whole style.

She likes to make

up these stories.

Your whole way

of seeing is mine.

I'm not saying that you

were not influential.

Influential?

- Influential?

- Yes, but to say I stole your style...

Hypocrite, hypocrite, hypocrite.

To say I stole your style

is too delusional.

It's okay. We painted side

by side for many years...

...and you adopted my vision

as your own.

That's a tale you invented

and like to spread.

But it's not true.

She always had

problems with reality.

I'm not going to get angry.

I'm not going to get angry.

What did they say in art school?

That I was a genius. Right?

I always encouraged your talent.

I'm not talking about talent.

I said genius.

Genius.

I came close to killing for you.

You came close

to killing me... with a chair.

I was defending myself.

You had a razor

and you were drunk...

...with a razor and raging!

That was jealousy...

I was crazy for you and...

...you betrayed me...

with Agustino's wife.

With your eyes! With your eyes!

You wanted to kill me

for looking?

I don't want to talk

about that anymore, okay? It's over.

I see you with someone

else now and I'm fine. I'm civil.

What else do you want?

As the days passed...

Cristina observed Maria Elena

and Juan Antonio...

...and found the heart

more puzzling than ever.

Where were you? Writing?

Yeah, I was trying to.

I'm so curious.

Does she really think

that you stole from her?

Well, I guess I took...

...more from her

than I like to admit.

That's why I'm so sensitive

when she brings it up.

I feel kind of sad.

Why?

Because I feel like

I'm never going to be able to...

...influence you

or inspire you in any way.

That's not true.

It's how I feel.

That's not true.

I never heard the Scriab,

the Scriabin...

...Piano Sonata until you played

the recordings for me.

...and now I can't stop listening to it.

No?

No!

Well, that makes me happy.

What?

Maybe it's not a good idea here.

What?

She's been better lately...

...and I don't

want to upset her.

Of course, no. Okay.

It was at Vicky's afternoon

language class...

which she took several days a week...

...to improve her Spanish,

that she met Ben...

...a young man who couldn't

stop noticing her...

...and started to chat

her up each day.

I can't believe they hired me

at the consulate.

My Spanish is less than perfect,

to say the least.

No, I think it's good.

It's all right.

But are you enjoying

your time in Barcelona?

I would if I had more friends.

Yesterday, I walked

from the beach up.

...to Park Guell in search of Gaudi.

You want to see a movie?

A movie?

Wednesday afternoon?

Yeah.

The movie was a great

success and Ben proved.

...to be very good company for Vicky.

One afternoon, they ducked into

a store to buy some cherries...

...and when the storekeeper took

a phone call in the back...

...he couldn't resist taking her hand.

No... Don't.

No?

No.

You do know that

I'm recently married.

Yeah.

I guess I was under

the impression that...

...maybe you jumped into it

too quick and regret it?

Regret? Have I implied that?

Unless I read into it.

No.

I shouldn't tell you this.

I was always someone who thought

I knew exactly what I wanted.

But you didn't.

Well, no.

I met somebody else and, uh...

I'm not going to get

into that story.

So, this guy you met?

The guy is living

with my best friend.

What am I talking about?

When I hear myself, it's just crazy.

I just married the guy I wanted.

Did you?

I thought so.

So? What happened?

One goddamned weekend in Oviedo.

Cristina, Juan Antonio.

...and Maria Elena went riding

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