All language subtitles for Vicky.Cristina.Barcelona.2008.1080p.BDRip.AAC.x264.-tomcat12.eng

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 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.

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.

We have a beautiful home.

We've really come
to love it.

He makes friends with anybody a
nd speaks the language,

so he was like, "Whee!"

You learned just fine.

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
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 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 for taking us.

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 is it?

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

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 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...

...my eyes are green,
actually.

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.

Can we discuss
this some other time?

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.

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?

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...

...who 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 ret. 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 conac?

Yes, thank you.

Just a very, very,
very little.

You look good...
you look healthy, Papa.

Yes, and you, too,
look well.

What do you hear
of Maria Elena?

She's still living
with the architect in Madrid.

That woman was the best.

I still have erotic dreams
about her, at my age.

She also loved
you very much, Papa.

What a shame...
with that gift of God...

This was my favorite place
to 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?

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 hear

some wonderful guitar tonight?

Tonight?

Well, it's a little late,
and...

...I'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-Iooking 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,
or 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
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 would 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 we 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
it 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 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 her 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 prominently
in her thesis...

...Vicky had a chance encounter.

Vicky.

- Hollo
- 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 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 l...

- 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.
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, 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
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't.

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.

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?

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-Iooking 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.

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...

...I'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 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 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 shit.

Spoiled little shit.

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 shit and
that you don't mature.

Do you know what it is like
for me to see...

...that you will never
realize your full potential?

Leave me alone.
Leave me alone, please!

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 very...

I think he'll be a great
contact for me.

I'm going to check out the food.

Does anyone want anything?

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...

...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, 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 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
for 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.

Don't you understand that
I don't want to live,

that I can't live like this.
My head is going to explode.

I can't take this anymore.

I can't take it anymore.

Give me the gun.

Give me the gun. Damn it!

Listen to me, please, my love.

My love, listen to me.

Come. Give me your hand.

Come. It's okay.
It's okay, my love. It's okay.

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 had a gun.

I told you.

He collects antique firearms.

- He was showing me his favorite one
- God! We should sue him!

- and it went off.
- That is so irresponsible!

No, it's not that bad, honestly.

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.

Look, I knew you had feelings

for Juan Antonio
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.