Vicky Cristina Barcelona (2008) - full transcript

Vicky and Cristina decided

to spend the summer in Barcelona.

Vicky was completing her master's

in Catalan Identity...

...which she had become

interested in through

her great affection for the

architecture of Gaudi.

Cristina, who spent the

last six months writing,

directing and acting in...

...a 12-minute film which

she then hated...

...had just broken up with

yet another boyfriend,

and longed for a change of scenery.

Everything fell into place

when a distant relative

of Vicky's family

who lived in Barcelona...

...offered to put both girls up

for July and August.

The two best friends had been

close since college

and shared the same tastes

and opinions on most matters.

Yet when it came

to the subject of love,

it would be hard to find

two more dissimilar

viewpoints.

Vicky had no tolerance for pain

and no lust for combat.

She was grounded and realistic.

Her requirements in a man

were seriousness and stability.

She had become engaged to

Doug because he was decent

and successful...

...and understood the beauty

of commitment.

Yeah, I miss you, too.

Cristina, on the other hand,

expected something very

different out of love.

She reluctantly accepted

suffering as

an inevitable component

of deep passion...

...and was resigned to putting

her feelings at risk.

If you asked what she was gambling

her emotions on to win,

she would have been unable to say.

She knew what she didn't want,

however.

And that was exactly what Vicky

valued above all else.

- You're Vicky.

- Yes, yes.

You're so grown up.

It's been a while.

It's great to see you.

Welcome to Barcelona.

Cristina, I'm Judy.

This is your room.

I put you together.

Judy, thank you so much

for having me here.

..because I know..I know..It was

so last-minute and you don't know me at all.

To include me is so sweet of you.

It's so nice to have

a little action around here.

It's been so quiet since

Arthur went off to college.

After the girls unpacked

and Judy's husband, Mark,

got home from the golf course,

lunch was served on the terrace.

We have a beautiful home.

We've really come

to love it.

He makes friends with anybody

and he speaks the language,

so he was like, "Whee!"

You learned just fine.

So what do you do, Cristina?

I am currently at liberty.

Come on.

She made a film.

- How exciting.

- It was 12 minutes.

What was it about?

About?

It was about why love is

so hard to define.

That's a mighty big subject

to handle in 12 minutes.

Vicky, you're getting

your master's in...

Yeah, my master's

in Catalan Identity.

What do you plan

on doing with that?

I don't know.

Maybe teaching, maybe curating.

You don't have to do something.

She's marrying this

wonderful man in the fall

and all her conflicts

will be resolved...

...when he makes her pregnant.

Now that Judy's decided

your future...

To your summer in Barcelona.

Welcome.

Salud.

In the days that followed,

Vicky and Cristina drank

in the artistic

treasures of the city.

They particularly enjoyed

the works of Gaudi and Miro.

Once, Mark and Judy invited

Vicky and Cristina

to go sailing with them

on Mark's boat.

With Cristina in mind,

Mark and Judy asked along

the son of one

of his business partners...

...an eligible young man Mark

thought she might like.

My dream is to accumulate

enough wealth, sail off

to an island and spend the rest of

my days snorkeling.

I'm actually

a snorkeling nut.

Have you ever snorkeled before?

Unfortunately,

Charles and Cristina

were not a match

made in heaven.

Vicky, meanwhile,

researched

every aspect of Catalan life...

...even getting a tour

of the market

and a local restaurant,

to delve into Catalan cooking.

On balmy summer nights,

the girls would sometimes

go to hear Spanish guitar music...

...which never failed to move

Vicky in some magical way.

One evening,

Mark and Judy took them

to the opening

of a friend's art gallery.

Many local artists

and a number

of collectors attended.

- Do you like them?

- I do.

Thank you so much for taking us.

You know..We buy from this gallery.

Mark has commissioned this artist...

...to do a series of pictures

for his office walls.

Is that the artist over there?

In the red?

No, no. That's not...

Alfred is, um...

He's the gentleman

in the linen coat right there.

That's him.

I don't know who that is.

Mark? Who is the gentleman

in the red shirt over there?

Who? The gentleman with the red shirt

He's a painter.

Remember? Diego told us about him.

He had that fiery relationship

with that beautiful

woman who was nuts.

The violent fighting

and the messy divorce.

It was in all the newspapers.

Oh, my God.

His name is

Juan Antonio Gonzalo...

...and he had

this hot divorce

and she tried to kill him.

Or he tried to kill her.

It was this really

big thing in the art world.

I can't remember the details.

We don't move

in those bohemian circles,

so I don't know.

Vicky and Cristina

left the art gallery

and decided

to go for dinner.

They strolled

past the church

in the wonderful

summer night air,

while people celebrated...

...finally winding up

around midnight

at a little restaurant.

It's nice to be able

to not have to worry

about if some place

is going to stay open.

Yeah, but we probably should

be worrying about our dreams.

Who are you looking at?

Isn't that the painter

that we just saw at the gallery?

Oh, yeah.

He's the...

...painter with the bad divorce.

Mark told us.

I was half listening.

He keeps looking over here.

Because you keep

provoking contact.

I'm not provoking contact.

You've been throwing him little

looks all night.

I'm just drinking my wine.

Yeah, of course you are.

You must be doing something

because he's coming over.

American?

I'm Cristina and this

is my friend, Vicky.

What color are your eyes?

They're blue.

I would like to invite you

both to come with me to Oviedo.

To come where?

To Oviedo.

For the weekend.

We leave in one hour.

Where is Oviedo?

A very short flight.

By plane?

What's in Oviedo?

A sculpture that is

very inspiring to me.

A very beautiful sculpture.

You'll love it.

You're asking us

to fly to Oviedo and back?

No, we'll spend the weekend.

I'll show you around the city.

We'll eat well,

we'll drink good wine,

we'll make love.

Who exactly is going

to make love?

Hopefully, the three of us.

- Oh, my God.

- I'll get your bill.

This guy doesn't beat

around the bush.

Look, senor, maybe

in a different life.

Why not?

Life is short.

Life is dull.

Life is full of pain.

This is a chance

for something special.

Right.

Who exactly are you?

I am Juan Antonio.

And you are...

...Vicky, and you are Cristina.

Right?

Or is it the

other way around?

It could be the

other way around...

...because frankly it doesn't

matter because either of us

will do to keep

the bed warm.

I get it.

Well, you are both so

lovely and beautiful.

Well, thank you,

but we do not fly

off to make love...

...with whoever invites us

to charming little

Spanish towns.

Does she always analyze

every inspiration...

...until each grain

of charm is...

...squeezed out of it?

I guess I have to say that I'm...

...my eyes are green,

actually.

Look,I wouldn't call our reluctance...

...to leap at your sexual

offer being over-analytical.

If you would care to join us

for some...

...recognized form

of social interaction

like a drink,

we'd be fine...

...but otherwise,

I think you should try

offering to some

other table.

What offended you about the offer?

Surely not that I find you

both beautiful and desirable.

Offended me?

No.

It's very amusing... galling,

to be honest, but...

Is it my imagination

or is it getting a little late?

I would love to go to Oviedo.

What? Are you kidding?

I think it would be so much fun.

I think we should go.

I'd love to go.

Cristina..can we discuss

this some other time?

You know..when I saw you across the room

at the art gallery...

...I noticed you have...

...beautiful lips.

Very full, very sensual.

Thank you.

Okay, okay, look.

I'm s-, you know, if you wanna go...

I can't guarantee

the lovemaking-

because I happen to be very moody.

Let's not negotiate

like a contract.

I came over here with

no subterfuge,

and presented my best offer.

I hope you will discuss

it and give me

the pleasure to take you

with me to Oviedo.

I have the good fortune

to borrow my friend's plane.

It's just big enough

for the three of us

and I'm a very good pilot.

It sounds very safe.

Think it over.

I hope you're joking about going.

Oh, my God,

This guy is so interesting.

Interesting!?

Are you kidding?

What's so interesting?

He wants to get us both into bed.

But he'll settle for either.

In this case, you.

Vicky, I'm a big girl, okay?

If I want to sleep with him,

I will.

If not, I won't.

Cristina,

he's a total stranger.

This is impulsive,

even for you...

...and if I heard right,

he was violent with his wife.

At least he's not one

of those factory-made zombies,

you know?

This is a great way

to get to know him.

No, it's not.

I'm not going to Oviedo...

...with this charmingly

candid wife beater.

You find his

aggressiveness attractive,

but I don't.

And he's certainly

not handsome.

I think he's very handsome.

He has a great look.

I mean, he's really sexy.

Well, you would,

because you're a neurotic.

You have to admire

his no-bullshit approach.

What are you talking about?

It's all bullshit.

I'm not going to Oviedo.

First off,

I never heard of Oviedo.

I don't find him winning.

Third, even if

I wasn't engaged...

...and was free

to have some kind

of dalliance

with a Spaniard,

I wouldn't pick this one.

Hello, hi...Oh, hi.

I can't talk right now.

I'm trying

to save Cristina

from making a potentially

fatal mistake.

What? No, the usual.

I'll call you back.

I love you, too.

If we go back

to the house now,

we can just throw

some things in a bag

and we'll meet him there.

I took an instant liking

to this guy.

He's not one of these

cookie-cutter molds.

- He's creative and artistic.

- Cookie-cutter mold?

Is that what you think

of Doug?

Doug?

Who said anything about Doug?

It's ridiculous.

You like the way

it sounds to pick up

and fly off in an airplane.

I know. I don't know

why I'm so scared,

unless I'm scared of myself.

It's a mistake, Cristina.

They predicted a little

storm out of the town,

out of Oviedo,

but it's nothing serious.

Don't worry, really.

As you can see here...

There, it's just

a little bumpy, right?

- Would you like to fly it?

- No, thank you!

It's easy.

It's even easier than a car.

Try it.

By early morning,

they had reached

their destination...

...and proceeded to a hotel

that Juan Antonio

had selected for them.

Vicky made sure she and Cristina

had their own room

and Juan Antonio had his.

If he was disappointed,

he hid it well.

After freshening up, he took them

to see the sculpture that was

so meaningful to him.

Are you very religious?

No. No, I'm not.

The trick is to enjoy life,

accepting it

has no meaning whatsoever.

No meaning? You don't even

think that authentic

love gives life meaning?

Yes, but love is so transient,

isn't it?

I was in love with the most

incredible woman...

...and in the end...

Yes?

...she put a knife into me.

My God, that's terrible.

Maybe you did something

to deserve it.

Juan Antonio took

his guests for lunch.

They discussed art

and romance.

He was full of stories

about Maria Elena,

his ex-wife...

...whom he both criticized

and idolized.

He proved to be a good host,

and in the afternoon,

he took them to see

the local sights...

...where they enjoyed

hearing about the city

and took photos.

Later, they bought candy and

cakes at a charming sweet shop...

...which were

homemade and delicious.

They continued

to document their trip

and while Vicky

remained skeptical...

...Cristina had

a wonderful time.

The question

of sleeping together

did not come up until

that night...

...and Juan Antonio was

a little drunk.

You're welcome.

Well, now that the day

is almost over...

...is it reasonable

of me to ask you

if you would both join

me in my room?

Come on.

I thought we settled that.

Vicky's just trying to say

she's engaged to be married, that's all.

Great. Then these are her

last days of freedom.

No. Look, I'm not free.

I'm committed.

You know what my theory is?

When I drink,

I get brutally frank.

I... I think that you're still hurting

from the failure of your marriage

to Maria Elena,

and you're trying to

lose yourself in empty sex.

Empty sex? Do you have such

a low opinion of yourself?

She's just saying it has to

have meaning for her, that's all.

I mean, the city is romantic.

The night is warm and balmy.

We are alive.

Isn't that meaning enough?

Hey look..I just came along to

keep Cristina company.

I'm engaged to be married.

I have a handsome,

lovely fiance

who I make love with...

...and also holds a

very real place in my heart.

And to be perfectly frank,

Juan Antonio...

...if I were the type

of person who played around,

I don't think it's

in the cards for us.

So, I'm tired.

I haven't slept

in twenty-four hours...

...and that is exactly

what I'm going to do.

And you?

I'll go to your room,

but you have to seduce me.

Hello.

Hello.

I am just here to have

a quick drink...

...to say thank you,

then I'm going back to my room.

Did you act in the

small film you made?

Did I act?

Yeah, I acted. Why?

I hope you were more convincing

than you are pretending

to have come here

for one quick drink.

I am here to go

to bed with you.

You're right.

So you're pretty much home free,

unless you...

...blow it.

- Blow it?

Yeah.

Blow it.

You mean ruin the moment?

Yeah.

And how would

I do that?

I don't know.

It could be anything from...

...some inane comment to...

...wearing the wrong kind

of shorts.

Although... somehow,

by looking at you...

...I think you're wearing

the right kind of shorts.

You're very hard to please.

Yeah, well... I am famous

for my intolerance.

And what do you

want in life

besides a man with the

right shorts?

I don't know.

I know I'm not going

to settle until

I find what I'm looking for.

Which is what?

Something... else.

I want something different.

Something more.

Some sort of...

counterintuitive love.

Meaning?

Meaning, um...

I don't know.

I don't know what I want.

I only know

what I don't want.

If you don't start

undressing me soon,

this is going to turn

into a panel discussion.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

It's something I ate.

What's wrong?

Can I get you anything?

No,

I... I shouldn't be drinking.

- What happened?

- I'm going to be sick.

It's her ulcer and perhaps

food poisoning.

Maybe both.

God, both.

- She must just rest. Not eat.

- Rest?

Yeah, rest, rest.

With Cristina stuck in bed,

Vicky was anxious to get back

to Barcelona

and in no mood to sightsee.

When he gets out of his meeting,

can you get him

to call me on my cell?

Yeah, I'm still stuck in Oviedo.

But sightsee is what they did.

I feel very sorry about Cristina.

Oh, come on.

Don't pretend concern.

I'm sure you kept

encouraging her to drink...

...as you did to both of us

throughout dinner.

But I can hold my liquor.

- She never mentioned her ulcer.

- No.

No, because she's

a mental adolescent...

...and being romantic,

she has a death wish.

So for a brief moment

of passion...

...she completely abandons

all responsibilities.

After lunch,

Juan Antonio took Vicky

to see the old

lighthouse at Aviles...

...which she found very beautiful.

I was born near here.

It would be a sin

if I came out here without

paying a visit to my father.

Would that be boring to you?

No.

No, I think that would

be the first genuinely

interesting proposition

you've made me.

I would love to see your

father and his house.

My father, Julio.

Oh, you know, if we carry on,

I don't think it's gonna...

That's fine.

That was great.

He speaks no English.

I'm sure my Spanish

is going to go.

He refuses to speak

any other language.

That's an important point

with my father, actually.

Really? Why?

Because he's a poet

and he writes the most

beautiful sentences

in the Spanish language...

...but he doesn't

believe a poet...

...should pollute his words

by any other tongue which is...

- No, it...

...quite a f...

...no, it makes sense, I understand,

because of the translation...

...and the things

you might lose.

I took some Spanish.

Of course,

I have no flair for languages.

I read it much

better than I speak it.

Maybe I could

read your father.

No, he doesn't publish.

That's the point.

Well, why not?

I'll explain later.

Do you want some Cognac?

Yes, thank you.

Just a very, very,

very little.

This was my favorite place

to come and read when I was young.

And, yes, I wanted

to be a writer, not a painter.

Painting came later.

And I wanted

to play music, too.

I mean, all I knew is

that I was full of...

I don't know...

- real emotion,

and I had to find

a way to express it.

Cristina says

the same thing.

Cristina is a

very interesting girl.

Want to sit?

Yeah.

So...

...tell me, why won't your

father publish his poems?

Well because he hates the world...

...and that's his way

of getting back at them.

To create beautiful

works and then...

...deny them to the public,

which I think is...

My God.

Well, what makes him

so angry toward

the human race?

Because after thousands of

years of civilization...

...they still haven't

learned to love.

They returned to the hotel.

Cristina was feeling better,

but far too shaky

and needed more rest.

Vicky and Juan Antonio

dined together

at a lovely

little restaurant.

She was more relaxed

than at lunch,

and had just finished

a great deal of wine.

This time she was enjoying

the conversation.

...no place on earth.

My father used

to bring me here.

Hello?

Hey. Did I get you at

a bad time, babe?

No, I'm just about to eat.

Can I call you back?

Let me just say one thing.

Paul and Maryanne

found a house up where they are...

...that they like even better

than the one in Bedford Hills.

Oh, yeah?

Uh, you're breaking up a little.

How...? Babe?

Call me later,

but this house has a pool

and a tennis court.

We could both take lessons

from Paul's instructor.

Okay, I'll call you back.

I can't hear you.

I love you.

God.

The connection's terrible.

- What is this wine? It's delicious.

- It's great.

Was that your fiance?

Uh, yes, yes.

Why were you so nervous

speaking to him?

Was I nervous?

Yes, you turned red.

Well,

I'm sure it's the wine.

Would he be upset

if he knew

we were dining together?

No, not at all!

Are you kidding?

I mean, I don't think

he'd love the basic concept...

...of me sitting with a man

drinking wine over candlelight

...but he'd quickly realize there was

nothing to worry about, so...

Would you ever withhold your work

from the public out of rage?

No-no-no.

I'm not like my father.

No, I told you...

...I affirm life,

despite everything.

Right, right.

Well. I'd be curious

to see your work.

Really?

Why? I mean, you are

so disapproving of me.

Well, I've gotten

to know you better.

It'd be interesting,

and after all,

you are a Catalan painter

and that's my subject.

What gave you such

an interest in Catalan culture?

I fell in love with Gaudi's church

when I was fourteen...

...and one thing led to another.

You also admire Spanish guitar,

I hear.

Yes, yes. I love the guitar.

Would you like to go to hear

some wonderful guitar tonight?

Tonight?

Well, it's a little late,

and...

...l'm a little wobbly

from the wine.

You said

you could hold your alcohol.

Besides,

we leave tomorrow.

Okay, sure.

Great.

That was unbelievable.

Thank you, thank you.

I was looking at your face

and you looked very moved.

Yes, yes.

A few times, I saw a look like that.

Right.

On Maria Elena, I'm sure.

Well, yes, maybe on Maria Elena.

If she saw...

...or heard something

that moved her, yes.

You're still

in love with her.

No, I'm not,

I'm not.

That confirms it.

No, she will always

be a part of me.

She's an important

person in my life...

...but for the two of us,

something was not working.

What element?

We never found out.

You, um... you said you were

l-looking at my face.

Why?

Why were you

looking at mine?

Was I?

You probably saw my tears.

Yeah... I'm a little out

of control.

I was looking at your face

because I find it very beautiful.

- You do?

- Of course I do.

Of course I do.

You know I do.

On the trip home, Vicky,

who had mentioned nothing

to Cristina, was silent.

Cristina, on the other hand,

talked nervously.

I must apologize to both of you

for ruining the whole weekend!

I'm completely mortified!

I'm humiliated.

I don't know if it was the wine.

It could have been the shellfish.

Because I have this ulcer.

I just thank God

you knew enough sights

to keep Vicky occupied.

I had these horrible nightmares

that you two would be

like oil and water...

...hating every minute

of being together.

I just couldn't move.

Vicky buried herself

in work at the library.

She put foolish ideas out

of her head

and concentrated on her thesis.

But she found her thoughts

frequently returning to Oviedo.

Cristina, searching for a means

of self- expression...

...wandered the streets of Barcelona,

experimented with her latest passion,

photography...

...and believed that she had

made a fool of herself...

...exactly at the moment

of truth with Juan Antonio.

And then, 48 hours later,

Cristina came to Vicky

with an announcement.

Vicky, he called!

What? Who?

Juan Antonio.

He called me just now.

Juan Antonio called you?

Yeah, he wants to see me,

take me to some vineyard...

...some wine tasting or something.

I said, "Absolutely."

A wine tasting.

But what about your ulcer?

No, it's fine.

A little wine's

not going to hurt me.

The point is that he wants to see me!

Isn't that great?

Yeah, yeah.

I can't believe it.

I never thought he was gonna call.

That's great. I'm happy for you.

That night, the two women

had trouble falling asleep.

Cristina sat in the kitchen, drinking

coffee and working on her poetry.

Vicky, too, was lost in memories

of a night

that now seemed more

and more unreal.

Hello.

Hey, babe.

Did I wake you?

No, no...

I was just going to sleep.

I'm sorry I called so late.

I had to get out of the office.

Get some air, get some coffee,

and I had this great idea.

Check this out.

Dad has contacts in

the American Embassy in Spain.

I thought I'd come early,

work from there on my computer

and two of us could get married

in Barcelona.

You said it was

a romantic spot.

We'll just do a quick

city hall-type thing.

Of course, we'll do all

over again in New York...

and you know, and have a huge

blowout for our families and friends,

but I thought it'd be fun.

What do you think?

What? To get married here?

Why not?

It'd be great to tell our kids

we got married in Spain...

...and Dad's friends would

make it real easy for us.

I don't know what to say.

You don't sound bowled over.

No, it's, uh...

...it's just a surprise.

So, w-, eh, look, we're gonna

marry in the fall anyway,

and we're gonna do that, too.

I promise.

Yeah, so what's the point?

The point is, it's different,

it's exciting.

I told the idea to Ken and Alice.

I called them earlier and

they said they wish they'd done it.

I mean, London in their case,

but they were excited.

Well, I, uh...

You sound a bit reluctant.

Me? No. Why would I be?

No, I...

...I think it's a fine idea.

I think it's great.

It's a great idea.

Yeah, I think it's

going to be good.

I'll call you tomorrow.

I know I woke you.

I'll give you more

details tomorrow.

I love you so much.

Juan Antonio took Cristina

to a wine tasting.

After, he took her back to his house,

a lovely place he had purchased

from another painter

years ago...

...and which served as his home

and his studio.

He showed her his work,

which delighted her.

She loved the

colors and the wild,

emotional way he applied

the paint to the canvases.

From there, it was only one floor

up to his bedroom.

He told her of his marriage

to Maria Elena,

and their deep love...

...and their terrible fights.

He told Cristina he had not wanted

to make love with anyone else

in the bedroom they shared...

till now.

This time,

Cristina kept her food down.

Juan took Cristina out

several more times.

They went to see a new sculpture

by a friend of his.

He showed her some

of his favorite parts

of the city,

where she took photographs.

Juan Antonio was friendly

with all the whores

and thought they would

make wonderful subjects.

He encouraged Cristina's work,

although

she was always too

shy to allow him to see it.

He took her to lunch

with his friends,

who were poets and

artists and musicians.

Cristina held her

own quite well.

Meanwhile, one day, going to study

yet again the Park Guell...

...which Gaudi had designed

and which figured quite prominently

in her thesis...

...Vicky had a chance encounter.

Vicky.

- Hello

- How are you?

My goodness,

what are you doing here?

Nothing.

Just doing some sketches.

Oh, right.

Well, I didn't mean

to disturb you.

Disturb me, no.

How could you disturb me?

We never had a chance

to say a proper good-bye.

Well, you could have called me.

I... Yeah, I debated it.

But I didn't think

there was much point.

But you never phoned,

not to say anything.

"Thank you. It was fun."

You don't make love

to someone and then

never call them...

...unless you were

greatly disappointed.

Quite the opposite.

But...

...you have plans to marry...

...and I thought it best

to stop anything

before it led to a bad situation

for everyone.

I'm only saying that we made love

and you seemed to drop off

the face of the earth.

I mean, I realize these

things don't mean much to you.

To pursue matters would have

only caused you anxiety,

for me,

a disappointment.

I had the ability

to hurt you after one night?

Maria Elena used to say that...

...only unfulfilled

love can be romantic.

Right. Okay.

Well, the truth is, you're

much more suited to Cristina.

I've grown very fond

of Cristina.

So, I'm very happy for you

and your husband-to-be.

And I...

...for you and Cristina.

- Bye.

- Bye bye.

And so the morning came

when Vicky's husband-to-be

arrived from New York.

Juan Antonio,

like certain creative men,

needed always

to live with a woman...

...and had invited Cristina to move

in with him, which she accepted.

So you're with Global Enterprises?

Tom Sutter's an old friend of mine.

You know Tom Sutter? We play golf!

You do? Well, I got some stories.

Tom has never beaten me.

Well, he's not the greatest

player in the world.

My God.

You're a whole different person here.

Yeah? What does that mean?

You were so into it.

Well, am I not usually?

Yeah, of course you are.

I'm giving you a compliment.

Maybe it's the Barcelona air.

Come here, hold me. Hold me.

You okay?

Yeah.

How's Cristina doing?

She's already moved

in with some guy.

That was quick.

Don't tell me he's a bullfighter.

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 two 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 going to

get 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 l...

- we'd be at each other's

throats in a month.

All right?

Yeah.

Look. Maybe our paths will

cross again someday,

under different circumstances.

Who knows about life?

Yeah. 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,

had a chance 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?

No,I don't think that would be

a good idea for her.

She's a mess.

Well, all right, well,call me

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.

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.

In English. In English.

Maria Elena ,When you are here,

you have to speak English. All right?

You want to take a shower,

you go there, in the guest room.

You are my guest.

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 gonna 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.

Because 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.

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...

Shit.

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,she was 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,like 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?

She is the woman I live with.

You have to speak English around her.

Please.

Yes, exactly. Out of courtesy.

You always had paranoid ideas

about every woman I've ever known.

Well, she's quite intelligent

and she is a free thinker, like you.

Like me?

Yes.

Please,in this house, speak English.

That's all I ask. All right?

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!

- You're too damaged.

- And you love that.

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.

I mean..it's so obvious.

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.

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 of course...

Speak English, Maria Elena.

Speak English.

I'm sorry. I am nervous today.

I had bad dreams.

Would you like to paint?

Do you paint also?

Ask him, ask him.

He stole everything from me.

His whole style.

She likes to make

up these stories.

Juan Antonio, 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...

To say I stole your style

is too delusional.

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?

They say 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!

You wanted to kill me

for looking?

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? 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 always 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.

That'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, maybe you 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

in the country.

Maria Elena had decided they

would all cook a big dinner together

and insisted

they pick fresh blackberries.

Wait for me!

Gives me vertigo!

- This is the perfect spot.

- Here, like that.

- Can you get some...

- Okay, here.

What's wrong?

What, what, what?

What happened?

Wait, sit down.

Sit, sit, sit, sit.

Is it your upper

or your lower?

- Here.

- Here?

Hold on.

Wait, let me...

You want some aspirin?

I have aspirin in my bag.

Okay. You relax.

I'll be right back.

It's all in his head.

He has so much tension.

To the world, he's carefree,

nothing matters,

life is short,

with no purpose, kind of things.

But all his fear

just goes to his head.

Do you know that

she plays piano?

No...

...I didn'tknow.

Is that why you have

a piano in the house?

I could have been

a concert pianist.

Yes, you could have.

No one plays

Scarlatti like Maria Elena.

She understands Scarlatti.

Am I right?

Do you play music?

No. I just have to come

face to face with the fact...

...that I am not gifted, you know?

I can appreciate art and

I love music, but...

It's sad, really,

because I feel like

I have a lot to express...

...but I am not gifted.

But you do have talent.

- No.

- Yes.

What's my talent?

You take beautiful photographs.

That's true.

She always takes pictures that

she hides from me.

NO,that's because they're nothing.

How do you know I take pictures?

I found them in your luggage.

You went through my luggage?

Of course I went through your luggage.

First night I was in the house,

I didn't trust you.

I didn't believe you were

who you said you were.

I wanted to know who was really

sharing the bed of my ex-husband.

What?

Who knew what I would find there?

How could I be sure you were

not going to hurt me?

After all, I had thoughts

of killing you.

So here are a few more.

Don't say you like

them if you don't.

- What are you talking about?

- They are beautiful!

- You see?

- Look at this.

The next day,

Maria Elena went out

photographing with Cristina.

She had a superb eye and knew

a lot about the art

of photography...

...and taught Cristina much about

the aesthetics and

subtleties of picture taking.

She advised her to get rid

of her digital camera

and use an old one,

for more interesting results.

She said it was important

to have a darkroom,

and she would set one up

in the basement for Cristina...

...and teach her various techniques

of developing her own pictures.

They photographed everything,

from silly-looking dogs

to grim-faced children.

But the best subject

was Maria Elena herself.

Shopping one afternoon,

Vicky and Doug ran into

Adam Tabachnick and Sally.

Adam was in the same business Doug

was in and they were friendly...

...although in New York,

they did not spend a lot

of time together.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

Any program on TV,

obviously anything live,

you can play back on your computer.

So I'm on a flight to Tokyo,

40,000 feet up in the air...

...and I am watching the Mets,

live, on my laptop.

It's amazing.

You're never out of touch.

We'll have the new house wired

for everything.

I'm looking at those new

Japanese high-definition TVs.

You have to have my guy do

your installation.

He's a genius with computers.

I'll get his card.

We just did our place in Greenwich.

We have this wonderful decorator

you should use.

He's creative,

but he knows when to back off.

We did it modern, with just

a splash of antiques here and there.

I love combining the two,

but God, the prices.

Do you have any idea what

a good size oriental rug costs?

She's right.

Actually, there's an old joke.

"A hundred thousand

for a Persian rug?

Life continued predictably

for Vicky and Doug...

...until one afternoon,

when an unpredictable

moment occurred.

Several days later,

Judy asked Vicky to

meet her privately,

away from the house,

to have coffee.

What happened the other day.

I... don't want you to get

the wrong idea.

It's really none of my business.

I'm not having an affair

with Mark's partner.

I'm not.

No, I didn't think you were.

Not that I haven't had fantasies of...

...someone coming along and

taking me out of my situation.

But the fantasies are not Jay Lewis.

Even though he would like that.

He would.

Taking you out of your situation?

I haven't been in love with Mark...

...for years.

I love him,

but I'm not in love with him.

I'm sorry to hear that.

It's funny. I just made...

...I just made the same speech

to my shrink.

Well, what does your shrink say?

He says...

...that I'm too frightened

to act and that...

...l'm looking for some kind

of magical solution...

...which is unrealistic.

And an affair is not the answer.

I'm sorry to be laying all

of this on you...

...but I was so humiliated

when you saw us.

I'm just...

Look, you mustn't feel that

you have to

explain yourself to me.

Mark is great.

I'm sure any...

...any dissatisfaction I have

is my own problem.

I'm just...

I can't leave him and I know

that I never will.

Why not?

I just... I can't.

I'm too scared.

The moment's passed.

It's so apparent to me that you

and Juan Antonio

are still in love...

...when I see you together.

Our love will last forever.

It's forever,

but it just doesn't work.

That's why it will always

be romantic...

because it cannot be complete.

Well, maybe it can't be

complete because,

you know, I'm getting in the way or,

I don't know. I feel like...

- No. Before you...

...if l...

...before you, we used to

cause each other so much pain,

so much suffering.

Without you, all this would

not be possible.

You know why?

Because you are

the missing ingredient.

You are like the tint that,

added to a palette,

makes the color beautiful.

Aren't you and Juan Antonio

tempted to make love?

I feel like... I don't know.

At the end of our marriage,

we didn't.

But I have to say those feelings

are coming back now,

thanks to you...

...in a new and deeper way.

I wouldn't be upset about it.

I'd never want to get in the way.

It wouldn't upset me at all.

I know you wouldn't be upset.

The same way

I get this warm feeling...

...when I hear you both locked

in passion every night.

I listen, and I'm happy.

Was Cristina okay with

it when Maria Elena

and Juan Antonio made

love one afternoon?

Beforehand, she gave them

both her blessing,

but then had mixed feelings.

She was not quite as open-minded

as she had always

imagined herself...

...and the thought of the

two of them in bed,

and inevitably full of intensity,

caused her some conflict.

In the end, she gradually relaxed...

...and let herself go

with the flow of things,

a tolerance she was proud of.

At first it did bother me,

but then I started to think about all

these standard, accepted cliches of love

What's right, what's wrong,

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 actually 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? Cristina's 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 actually 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 just 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.

Yeah. 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 about...

...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.

- What do you want?

- I want something different.

What?

I don't know.

Not this.

There is no answer,

Cristina.

Don't get so upset please.

And can you speak English.

I can't understand you.

Speak English, please,

so she can understand. All right?

Chronic dissatisfaction,

that's what you have.

Chronic dissatisfaction.

Big sickness.

Big sickness.

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!

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?

Look,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 really a 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.

If, 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.

As had happened before

by mutual consent,

Maria Elena packed her things...

...and moved out of

Juan Antonio's house.

I think he's sweet.

He just, he owns...

He gets in very close.

He's a close talker.

He's a close talker.

That's probably

why he's so successful.

I was telling her in the car

ride over here that I'm actually very...

I think he'll be a great

contact for me.

I'm going to check out the food.

Does anyone want anything?

No!No!

He gets in your face.

He'll get a little close, but not...

Hello.

Oh. Hello.

I'm surprised to see you.

As am I to see you.

I didn't think you liked parties.

Gabriella insisted

I come and she's an old friend.

You know that Cristina and

I are no longer together, right?

Yes.

So now you're

just with your ex-wife?

No, Maria Elena is gone as well.

For now.

It's funny. Maria Elena and I...

...we are meant for each other and

not meant for each other.

It's a contradiction.

In order to understand it,

you need a poet, like my father.

Because I don't.

How about you?

All goes well with your husband?

Oh, yes, he's wonderful.

He's terrific.

I'm quite delighted with

the way things turned out.

Why don't I believe you?

Don't become flirtatious.

I realize your bed is empty now...

...and you always had

a little yen for me,

but we're preparing to leave

by the weekend, so...

Meet me for lunch.

I'm too scared.

What?

You're breaking up, Tom.

You're breaking up.

Where are you?

Okay. That's better.

That's better.

Just try to stand still.

Can you hear me?

We have to get

a bird for Mark and Judy.

No. We can't get them a bird.

- Why not?

- It's ridiculous.

They're beautiful.

I always wanted a bird.

You know, we should actually,

when we get home,

I'd love to get a bird

for the new house.

Yeah?

Yeah. And I'm leaning towards

Bedford Hills.

What do you think?

Yeah, yeah.

Hold on.

Hello.

Spend tomorrow afternoon with me.

No. It's not possible.

We're preparing to

leave by the weekend.

Be on the corner of

Calle Tiles in Pedralbes.

And... I'll drive by and pick

you up at noon.

No. I... You're wasting your time.

I can't talk now.

Look... I'm not the kind of man

who would try to come between

a husband and wife. I'm not...

But Judy Nash called me

and she tells me you are not happy.

That you are actually more in love

with me than the man you married.

I can't talk.

Hey, babe. What do you think?

Who was that?

On the phone.

Oh, it was my, uh, language teacher.

He wants me to have

a good-bye lunch with

him tomorrow at noon.

That's perfect.

I'm going to play golf with

Mark in the morning.

Well, this is...

I've been working

on these ones lately.

They're very overwhelming. Oh, my God.

It's very hard to explain a painting.

You don't have to. It's fascinating.

This one, actually,

should be the other way around.

No, I like it very much.

Can I...

can I be frank about something?

Yeah.

This one. It's...

There's something

very frightening about it.

That one is Maria Elena's.

Well, that explains it.

It's very chaotic.

Erratic, almost. But...

Oh, God, what am I doing here?

I don't know what I expect to happen.

It's been a long time since

we made love that night in Oviedo.

I've thought about it many, many times.

I'm sure you weren't thinking about it

when you were making love to

Cristina or Maria Elena.

Well, I never lied to you.

I told you from the first moment

that I was attracted to

both you and Cristina.

I, I can't just go to bed with you.

I'm... I'm not good at this.

- But you weren't nervous that night.

- I wasn't married.

You were about to be.

Yeah, you're right.

It's what I want.

But what am I supposed to do?

Make love with you and then go

on with my marriage

like nothing happened?

Or, just terminate it?

Judy Nash says you are heading

an unhappy life.

Yeah, well, she's talking

about herself.

Maybe you will understand

more about your own feelings

once we've made love.

Yeah, or less.

Look, I'm not saying

I'm not tempted...

...but it would require

such an upheaval, emotionally...

and from a practical point of view,

you're not exactly the kind of man

to plan a future with.

What are you doing?!

You're goin' to kill yourself!

I don't want to live.

I don't want to live, damn it!

Let it go. Now, now, now.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry!

Oh, my God, you're both crazy!

Both of you are completely insane!

How the hell am I going to

explain this to my husband?!

I can't live like this!

This is not my life!

I just can't do it!

I still don't understand

why your language teacher was doing with a gun.

I told you.

He collects these antique firearms.

- He was showing me his favorite one

- God! We should sue him!

- and it went off.

- That is so damn irresponsible!

No, it's not that bad, honestly.

Once the bandages come off....

What if something happened to you?

What? What are you saying?

I love you so much.

Doug never found out the real story.

Judy knew the secret and,

of course, was relieved

that Vicky had not been hurt worse,

or killed.

With Vicky leaving to

go back to New York,

Judy's plans to rescue Vicky...

...from her own fate were

put on terminal hold.

When Cristina returned from Antibes,

Vicky told her the whole tale...

and Cristina thought it was sad

how much Vicky

had wanted Juan Antonio...

...and was unable to say or

do anything about it.

I would have stepped aside.

No,no..Look, I knew you had feelings

for Juan Antonio from

the moment you saw him.

But if I knew what had happened,

I never would have gone ahead with it.

Look, it was a...

...a passing thing.

Now it's over.

Vicky went home to have her

grand wedding to Doug...

...to the house they both

finally settled on...

...and to lead the life

she had envisioned

for herself before the

summer in Barcelona.

Cristina continued searching...

...certain only of

what she didn't want.