Vicky Cristina Barcelona Page #8

what's appropriate according to

the "appropriate police".

You see how screwed up most

relationships are.

So what you're saying

is you're sharing a man.

You're like a Mormon wife.

I know it sounds strange...

...but we all contribute to

the relationship.

...and we're really nourished by it.

But if everyone did that,

society couldn't function.

Oh, come on!

Let's not get into one

of those turgid...

...categorical imperative arguments.

Whatever works.

- Maria Elena says there are

- Whatever works?

Many truths in life not just one.

I don't know. I mean...

Could you live like that?

Well, I've never had Cristina's...

- What? Her lack of structure?

- It's very structured. Actually.

Her courage. I never had her courage.

Her courage?

Next thing, she'll be going to

bed with Maria Elena...

...and glorifying it as some kind of

superior alternative lifestyle.

I have gone to bed with her.

- No!

- Yeah.

When?

Well, Juan Antonio

and Maria Elena.

...made this darkroom for me.

They're pushing me

to take photographs.

...and I'm getting pretty good.

Believe it or not...

I'm getting much more confident.

And we were down there

in the darkroom.

And I was working on some

of my photographs, things...

...I wouldn't have done if

she hadn't inspired me.

And it happened very naturally

for both of us.

You weren't nervous?

No, it was very

loving and gentle.

- Did you enjoy it?

- I did.

It was just the one time?

Yeah. I mean, it just happened,

you know?

I'm not planning on making

a habit out of it, necessarily.

But if you enjoyed it...

I did, I did at the time.

- Did you tell Juan Antonio?

- Yeah. Of course.

There's nothing to hide.

Would you say, then, you are

a bisexual?

No... I see no reason

to label everything.

I'm me! You know.

I've slept with

Juan Antonio since.

...and enjoyed that

experience very much.

It's a great story.

Yea. That's a... Great story.

Look, I don't set myself up

as a judge, so...

What are you thinking?

Oh, I don't know.

How quickly time passes.

Summer's almost over.

We're going home soon.

I thought you were

still dwelling on...

...your friend's little tale.

...of lust in the darkroom.

And speaking of darkrooms...

Over the next weeks...

Cristina became more and more sure

of herself as a photographer.

Both Juan Antonio and

Maria Elena contributed ideas.

...and support when

she had doubts.

Thanks to their encouragement...

...photography was becoming.

...a productive interest in her life.

By now, she and Juan Antonio.

...and Maria Elena had become lovers.

Everything seemed perfectly balanced,

perfectly in tune.

Maria Elena was calm and relaxed.

Juan Antonio was

going through a very.

...creative period with his painting.

It was only Cristina...

...as the last days

of summer expired...

...who began to experience an old,

familiar stirring...

...a growing restlessness

that she dreaded...

...but recognized only too well.

Suddenly, thoughts started

taking precedence over feelings.

Thoughts and questions

about life and love.

And, as much as she tried

to resist these ideas...

...she could not get them

from her mind.

Finally summoning her resolve...

...one evening after dinner...

...she made an announcement

that surprised everyone.

I don't want what

my parents had.

I don't want

what I had before I came here.

I know that.

But I know I can't

live like this forever.

Did I tell you or not?

Okay.

- What do you want?

- I want something different.

What?

I don't know.

Not this.

There is no answer,

Cristina.

Don't you understand?

She's gotten what she wanted.

She wants something else.

This isn't enough for her.

It's like an illness.

Nothing will ever be enough

for her.

Don't get so upset please.

And can you speak English.

I can't understand you.

This girl will never

be satisfied with anything.

Speak English

so she can understand us.

I knew you would use us.

I knew you would use us.

And you used us.

I knew it.

I knew it! I knew it.

Enough.

Speak English, please,

so she can understand. All right?

Enough.

Chronic dissatisfaction,

that's what you have.

Chronic dissatisfaction.

Big sickness.

Big sickness.

That's not it, Maria Elena.

That's not it.

- It's simply that...

- Look at me.

Do you know how much we love you?

Yeah. And I love you both.

- No, you don't!

- It has nothing to do with that!

You spoiled little sh*t.

Spoiled little sh*t.

I knew it. I knew it.

I knew it.

Shut up now, please.

Shut up now.

It's simply that she hasn't

met the right person yet.

When she does find the right person

not you or me...

...this whole thing

about finding peace.

...and happiness will pass.

- That's not it.

- Okay, fine.

Where will you go, Cristina?

I just have to get out

of here for a few weeks...

I'm, just got to clear my head.

It's not... This is all my... Problem.

It has nothing to do with you.

Come here.

Let's be...

...thankful for all the good times

that we've spent together. All right?

And remember each other

with respect...

...and love and affection.

Cristina told all that

had happened to Vicky...

...and said she was going to France

for a few weeks to think things out.

She would return to pick her up...

...so they could go back to

New York together.

So it's been Juan Antonio

all this time?

I'm not going to do anything.

Forget I said...

I just needed to tell someone

and we've become close.

- Why don't you act on it?

- Act now?

What, break up with Doug,

who's a really sweet guy...

...who married me in good faith,

for... For what?

For a bohemian Spanish painter

with a passionate tie...

...to an ex-wife who probably

doesn't even share my feelings...

...if he ever did?

So... Oh, God, who am I kidding?

I, but the, the dream is exciting.

If I were you,

I wouldn't waste another minute.

I'd get on it.

Get on what?

You're in love with him.

Do something,

or the years will pass by.

...and you will be sorry, Vicky.

No, no. What are you saying?

I, eh, look, eh,

I can't risk everything.

Lf, if Juan Antonio had never existed,

I'd be fine with Doug.

- Just, you'd... Just fine? Just fine?

- Yeah, as I planned.

How, how blunt do you want me to be?

When I look at Doug, I see Mark.

You're using me to rewrite

your own history.

Despite Vicky's protestations...

...Judy was possessed

with finding a way.

...to bring her and

Juan Antonio together...

...and prevailed upon her friend...

Gabriella, who was a figure

in the art world...

...to throw a party and

invite Vicky and Juan Antonio.

Meanwhile, as predicted,

without Cristina...

...the relationship

between Juan Antonio.

...and Maria Elena had gone back to

its old destructiveness.

I devote all my time

to you-pampering you...

...nursing your tics and phobias.

My work suffers.

It's not my fault.

It's not my fault that your.

work has gone to sh*t and

that you don't mature.

Do you know what it is like

for me to see...

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