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Perfecto.

I couldn't believe
my cousin Fred would just show up that way.

On the other hand,
it was absolutely typical.

Thanks.

I was furious, but tried not to show it.

- Jesus, you could have called.
- I did call.

It was one of those pay phones
that cut you off and swallow your change.

- You called once from the airport.
- At least once.

I would not not call.

- How, uh, long do you plan to stay?
- That's a good question.

- More than three days?
- Oh, yeah.

- You know what Dr. Johnson said.
- No.

Guests, like fish,
begin to stink on the third day.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

Actually, I think you'll find that I begin
to stink on the first day.

I saw the-the — the prettiest girl
at the trade fair today.

You spoke with her?

- Of course not.
- No.

I'm beginning to reconsider
my whole attitude toward female beauty.

I think it's very bad really.

You see a beautiful girl, and you're
immediately subject to all these emotions.

Some of them very powerful,
almost uncontrollable.

Yeah, but —

They are. You haven't even
spoken with the girl,

and already you want to marry
and spend the rest of your life with her.

I think that —

No. This inordinate concern
for physical beauty has wrecked more lives —

Wrecked lives?

Yeah. At the lake? Charlie Johnson?

- All right. That was pathetic.
- There are so many cases.

In our family, the whole
"beautiful Boynton sister" thing.

- Is this related to you and Betty?
- No, that was different.

- Hola, ¿qué tal?
- Yo, gin tonic.

There were a lot of really
attractive girls in there.

This is where
the cool trade fair girls come.

Great. Cool trade fair girls.

Actually, a lot of people come here.
It's quite popular.

I suppose if you wanted
to meet cool trade fair girls,
you could go to the trade fair itself.

Yeah, but the atmosphere is not so good.

And the trade fairs are intermittent,
while the girls come here all the time.

Trade fair girls off-season. Cool.
Thanks. This is great stuff.

A lot of them studied in London and speak
English with these terrific English accents.

- That's good? I hate that.
- What?

- Facha.
- Yanquis fora. Fora.

Jesus, what was that all about?
What does "facha" mean?

- It's slang for "fascist."
- Fascist?

Come on. Don't worry.
They call everyone that.

You comb your hair or you wear
a coat and tie, you're facha.

A military uniform? Definitely facha.

So facha is something good then?

Because if they were referring
to the political movement
Benito Mussolini led, I'd be offended.

Men wearing this uniform
died ridding Europe of fascism.

That's the cathedral.

Uh-huh.

These are the remnants
of the old Roman walls.

Uh-huh.

This is the palace
of the Catalan government.

Uh-huh.

That's the city hall.

Uh-huh.

Listen, let's call it a night.
You're obviously very tired.

After what happened?
I'm far too worked up to call it a night.

We had a very close call back there.
It could have turned really ugly.

They obviously didn't mean facha
in the positive sense.

With all the controversy over NATO,

I'm not sure this is the best time
for a fleet visit.

There's a lot of anti-NATO feeling here.

- Anti-what?
- Anti-NATO.

- Anti-NATO?
- Yeah.

Well, actually here it's OTAN.

- They're against OTAN?
- Yeah.

What are they for — Soviet troops racing
across Europe eating all the croissants?

What exactly are you doing here?

I'm sort of an advance man for the Sixth Fleet.
The last fleet visit was a disaster.

They thought it was a good idea
to get somebody in early

to smooth things out
and make sure nothing goes wrong.

That's going to be really tough.

It's an assignment that will require
a lot of diplomacy and tact.

I'm really surprised they gave it to you.

It doesn't require that much tact.

This is my favorite Barcelona avenue —
Paseo de Gracia.

It's sort of the Michigan Avenue
of Barcelona.

Yeah. Nice. You know,
after all that's happened tonight,

I don't think I'll be able to get to sleep
without something more to drink.

The avenue up here is Diagonal.

Actually, it's more like Michigan Avenue.

I think this thing of always falling in love
with incredibly attractive girls is really bad.

Maybe by resolving to go out only with plain,
or even rather homely girls,

I can avoid all that.

I've got a real "romantic illusion" problem.

Instead of a fantasy built on the pretty slope
of an eyebrow or the curl of an upper lip,

to-to see the real person.

Maybe even look into her eyes
and see her soul.

What?

I resolve to go out only with plain
or even rather homely girls.

What if — and this is a hypothetical —

the one girl in the world with whom
you could be happiest,

the girl with the most wonderful
personality or soul imaginable,

also happened to be incredibly attractive?

According to your theory,
you wouldn't even look at her.

I'd look at her.
I just wouldn't go out with her.

Your one chance at ultimate happiness
would be gone.

I don't buy that,
that there's just one girl who's right for you.

Th-Things don't work that way.

I'm sure there are a lot of terrific
plain or homely women.

What if you don't meet any
of those terrific plain or homely girls?

What if the only women you meet and like
also happen to be incredibly attractive?

Do you think I'm an idiot?

Of course if the only women I meet that I like
are attractive, I'd make an exception.

God, why do I tell you anything about this?
I must be drunk.

No. You can confide in me.

It was just an idea.

Good, because it sounded
really pathetic and crazy.

Thanks.

"Cerdos"? Pigs?

They're calling us pigs.
That's meant to hurt.

Come on, let's go.

Do you have any paint
or a marker of some kind?

No.

- Forget it.
- I'm not going to forget it.

People have been forgetting things
for far too long.

This is not our country.
You shouldn't be doing that.

- We're guests here.
- How blind can you be?

People like you make me sick.

Okay. That's it. Let's go.

And just leave it like that?
"Yankee pigs go ho-em"?

Oh, my God. You're going to paint
the whole wall with a ballpoint pen?

It's a felt-tip.

Give me a break. I'm going.

Listen, I'm going.

I'm outta here.

"Ciervo" is with a "V" not a "B".

It's correct phonetically.

"Yankee deers"?

I don't see how it's much of an improvement.
"Yankee deers go home."

Would you prefer to be called
a Yankee pig or a Yankee deer?

Ted?

Ted. What are you doing here?

You are going to same party as we?

Yes.

Good.

¿"Ciervos yanquis"?

I don't think we've met.
You're a royal personage of some kind?

Isabel de Farnesio.

This is my cousin Fred.
Marta works at the trade fair.

I like your costume.
Have you no costume, Ted?

- ¡Vámonos!
- Oh, we must go.

Why don't we split up?
I'll go in your car,

and the princesses in Ted's.

Yes?

Okay.

Uh, venid conmigo.

- Where in England did you learn English?
- Providence, Rhode Island.

- He's not at all the way he seems.
- No?

He might seem like a typical American —
like a big, unsophisticated child.

- But he's far more complex than that.
- Really?

Have you ever heard
of the Marquis de Sade?

Yes.

Ted's a great admirer of de Sade
and a follower of Dr. Johnson.

He's a complex and, in some ways,
dangerous man.

He has a serious "romantic illusion" problem.
Women find him fascinating.

His nickname is Punta de Diamante —
Point of a Diamond.

You see that odd expression on his face?

Under the apparently
very normal clothes he's wearing

are these narrow leather straps drawn taut
so that when he dances —

- What?
- Please don't mention this.

He might feel I violated a confidence.

- Thank you very much.
- Hi.

- Sit here.
- Yes.

Gracias.

- What's wrong?
- I was just telling them your nicknames.

- You're kidding?
- No. Marta wanted to know them.

- Yes, Ted. What are your names?
- Don't get into that.

- I only remember two others.
- Listen, don't get into that.

- What difference could it make now?
- I mean it. Really, don't.

Give me a break.
I'm supposed to be the childish one.

If he doesn't want to talk about it —

- No, it's the principle of the thing.
- The principle?

Crusty Fusty and The Big O.
There. Is that so bad?

- You jerk.
- What does that mean?

- I don't believe you.
- What is the big deal?

It's just... lousy.

Oh, give me a break. Don't go.

You're right.
You — You do stink on the first day.

Good-bye.

That guy really gets to me.

I admit it. I tend to act like a jerk
around him, but he provokes it.

What do those names mean?
They are related to his sadomasoquismo?

No, it's something else. Did you hear
that crack he made about my intelligence?

No.

Well, should we dance?

Sometimes we think —

Well, we almost always assume that we're
going through life surrounded by people.

And then something happens,
and you realize we're entirely alone.

Tonight while I was shaving — I always
shave against the direction of the beard

because I understood you got
a closer shave that way —

I started thinking about
this razor commercial on TV

which shows the hair follicles
like this, going this way.

The first of the twin blades cuts them here.
Then the hair snaps back.

The second blade
catches them down here,

giving you a closer, cleaner,
possibly smoother shave.

That we know. But what struck me was,

if the hair follicles are going
in this direction and the razor is, too,

then they're shaving in the direction
of the beard, not against it.

Which would mean I've been shaving
the wrong way all my life.

Maybe that's not so.
Maybe I misremembered the ad.

But the point is I could have shaved
the wrong way all of my life

and never have known it.

Then I could have taught my son
to shave the wrong way

without him ever knowing it either.

You have a son?

No. But I might someday.

And then maybe I'll teach him
to shave the wrong way.

I think maybe my English is not so good.

Did you know that your costume
has your name in it?

Where?

God. How odd.

- Perfecto.
- ¿Perfecto?

Casi perfecto.

- Hola.
- Hola. ¿Qué tal?

First, we check with Seat and Opal.

- Then we —
- Hola, Ted.

Fred's thesis that maybe
I'd never meet any of the terrific plain girls
was already inoperative.

Aurora, one of the princesses with Marta
at the costume party,

had invited me to a Lionel Hampton concert
she had tickets for Thursday night.

Fred began his advance work
with a visit to the consulate,

which he felt was less
than a complete success.

I saw it more as a judgment call.

You were unaware of this order?

I thought it just applied
to the khaki uniform.

I didn't realize it meant the blue one too.

- You're ROTC, aren't you?
- Yes, I am.

This order, I must admit,
I'm troubled by it.

Men wearing this uniform died
ridding Europe of fascism.

I am proud of this uniform.

- It seems a bit cowardly —
- Come on.

The thing is, I don't have
any good civilian clothes.

The blue one, I think.

- You really don't mind my borrowing it?
- No.

- Really?
- It's okay.

Spanish girls tend to be really promiscuous.

You're such a prig.

I-I wasn't using "promiscuous" pejoratively.

It's just a fact. They have a completely
different attitude towards sex.

I wasn't using "prig" pejoratively.

Okay, I'm a prig.

But now I'm —
I'm speaking soc-sociologically.

The sexual revolution reached Spain
much later than the US,

but went far beyond it.

I don't know what it was like
in other cities and towns,

but here in Barcelona,
everything was swept aside.

The world was turned upside down
and stayed there.

Has it ever occurred to you that maybe
the world was upside down before

and now it's right side up?

No. I don't think that's it.

I'm doing something with Aurora Thursday,
so I thought I'd do some reading tonight.

Aurora?

The very nice, rather plain girl
with Marta last night.

She had extra tickets
for a jazz concert at the Palau.

A jazz concert? That's tough.

You really are polite.

¿Listo?

- This is the way you dress to go out?
- Yes.

- But your trade fair outfit's so cool.
- Those clothes are awful.

Really? I think they're cool.

Why do I look so much better in mirrors
than in photographs?

Like your outfit. Very new wave.

- You sure you don't want to go?
- No.

Good.

Adéu.

Bye.

Except for work,
I'd been in a serious funk for some time.

I would never mention
something like that to Fred.

He was the last person to trust
with a personal confidence of any kind.

I don't know whether I'd found God
since coming to Barcelona

or was just going through
a religious phase.

It had all begun shortly after the incredibly
sad and guilt-ridden breakup with Betty,

with whom I had gotten deeply involved,
including carnally,

despite never having really loved her.

The almost irresistible attraction
of physical beauty

had transformed a good friendship
into another horrible premarital situation.

All this had led pretty directly
to the Old Testament.

Two Old Testament books in particular
included advice on romantic matters.

Some of it very tough.

After what happened with Betty, I had
resolved not to sleep with any girl

until I met the one I wanted to marry
and spend the rest of my life with.

I had no idea if I'd ever meet such a person
or if she even existed, plain or not.

My aspiration was to free romance from
the chains of physical beauty and carnality

and to stop doing harm.

- What's going on?
- Oh.

What are you doing here?

What is this, some strange
Glenn Miller-based religious ceremony?

- No, Presbyterian.
- Oh, this is your Presbyterian church.

Well, Protestant.

- Protestant churches are like these?
- Pretty much.

Listen, I didn't get a chance
to change any money today.

- How much do you need to change?
- Would a hundred dollars be possible?

I don't actually have the dollars on me now.

I'm waiting for a transfer
from American Express.

If you want to borrow 10,000 pesetas,
just say so.

- I could give you a check for it.
- What I'd like is the money back.

Of course.

¿Listo?

- You'll get it back.
- Sure.

What made
my isolation in Barcelona bearable

was work for IHSMOCO,
the Illinois High-Speed Motor Corporation.

Like nearly everyone else,
I had seen Arthur Miller's play,

and, as a youth, had the usual sneering,
deprecating attitude

to the world of business and sales.

All that changed senior year
when the charismatic Professor
Woodward Thompson's business course

convinced us that even the apparently mundane
world of business had its romance.

A job interview with IHSMOCO
led to employment in its training program.

We were supposed to rotate
between departments,

but I arrived in Sales just as
a flu epidemic struck and never left.

In sales, I found not just a job
but a culture.

Franklin, Emerson, Carnegie and Bettger
were our philosophers.

And thanks to the genius
of Carnegie's theory of human relations,

many customers also became friends.

I don't consider high-pressure sales
sales at all. It's a form of fraud.

In true sales, you're providing
a real and constructive service,

helping people make their lives more agreeable
or their companies more efficient.

And in so doing, creating
wonderful economies of scale

from which everyone
and the whole economy benefit.

The classic literature of self-improvement
really was improving.

Here's something really good.

It's Bettger quoting George Matthew Adams.

"The wisest and best salesman is always one
who bluntly tells the truth about his article.

That is always impressive.

And if he does not sell the first time,
he leaves a trail of trust behind.

Being bluntly honest
is always safe and best."

Other books, magazines and audiotapes
mixed practical tips with home truths.

Try this. Each time you
handle a paper, mark it with a red dot.

If you later encounter papers
with three or four dots,

you could be working more efficiently.

Try to dispose of each paper
the first time you handle it.

The enthusiastic,
unsophisticated tone of much of this literature

did open it up
to the facile ridicule of half-wits.

Maybe I could use some of the same
self-motivational techniques

you use in sales in my navy career.

Every day, in every way,

I'm becoming a better and better
lieutenant junior grade.

- Every day —
- What you're referring to is autosuggestion.

Popularized by Coué during
the '20s, but totally unserious.

What I'm talking about
has nothing to do with that.

I loved coming into the office early
and catching up on the overnight telex traffic.

The telex line was our umbilical cord
to Chicago,

and confirmations for the bigger sales
came through it too.

What's wrong?

Dickie Taylor's going
to be supervising sales.

- The Dickie Taylor of Marketing?
- Yeah.

I can't believe it. Work for that guy?

I'm sure he's going to get me fired.

No. You are the best they have.
They cannot do that.

I'd really looked forward
to seeing Aurora that night.

I had this image stuck in my mind
of looking into her eyes
and maybe seeing her soul.

But she was late, which was actually
not that common in Barcelona.

Oh, it's you. Um, Aurora can't come.

Please excuse my retard.

Two weeks ago, Aurora had a flechazo.

What-What's a flechazo?

It means suddenly dropping
crazily in love with someone.

As if an arrow had entered your heart —
shot by one of those little boy angels.

Aurora had a crazy adventure
with this very handsome man.

But he got too serious. She was about
to begin an adventure with you.

An adventure?

But her boyfriend got angry
and pressured her.

- Aurora has a boyfriend?
- Yes.

"Vinyl Hampton"? I was sure
that Aurora said "Lionel Hampton."

Never heard of Vinyl Hampton.

How could you tell I felt that way?

During the whole concert,
your expression was like — like this.

- You're very per-perceptive.
- What?

- You're very perceptive.
- What?

You are very perceptive.

Oh. Thank you.

I don't really like perceptiveness
of that kind.

It's a typical "pretty girl" thing —
using observation for-for ridicule,

as if impertinence were cute and charming.

My-My impression of Aurora
is that she would be more apt

to use observation for com-comprehension.

- You don't think Aurora's pretty?
- No.

But she's beautiful.

- Um, physically?
- Yes. Her eyes —

You think she's beautiful
be-because of her eyes?

Yes.

She also has a beautiful —

- Figure?
- Yes.

Hmm.

Apparently you are just the sort of
dangerous foreign man she likes.

What do you mean?

Your brother told her about your interests.

- What?
- You know.

- No.
- The Marquis de Sade.

Games of leather, weekends of fun,
the straps under your clothes.

- He said that?
- Mm-hmm.

That's completely untrue.
I can't believe it.

He promised he wouldn't say that anymore.

He's not my-my brother.

You don't know anything
about the Marquis de Sade at all?

No.

Well, I don't believe you.

So you're not wearing them tonight.
That doesn't prove anything.

Maybe they're at the cleaners.

It turned out we both
loved the disco music of the late 1970s,

despite what everyone else thought.

We talked about all kinds of things.

You know how at parties people
always talk about marketing?

No.

I've never heard people at a party
talk about marketing.

This idea of marketing being a science,
if you look at the evidence,

it's all anecdotal.

I think it was during
the Donna Summer song that it really happened,

or at least that I realized it had.

Everything was completely different now.

The things they say about us.

I know we're not supposed to take it seriously,
but, after a while, it really hurts.

I don't believe you.
Just once I'd like to go out with a girl

not convinced I'm encased
in black leather underwear.

That bothers you?

The exact same story
over and over again?

It's not exactly the same.
I always vary it a little.

Great. It wasn't even Aurora,

but this terrific friend of hers
from the trade fair.

She's never met you
but was still full of your stupid stories.

Frankly, I don't care for your tone.

You should get down on your knees
and thank God

you have a cousin who makes up
interesting stories about you.

I'm the best PR guy
you're ever gonna have.

Do you think any even mildly cool
trade fair girl would give you the time of day

if she knew the pathetic, Bible-dancing
goody-goody you really are?

You are far weirder
than someone merely into S and M.

At least they have a tradition.
We have some idea what S and M is about.

There's movies and books about it.

But so far as I know, there is nothing
to explain the way you are.

Look.

Otra vez.

Hi, Ted. Go to the front
and we will come down.

Haven't you noticed the way he's always
making little digs at my intelligence?

No.

In the US, we take these tests
called college boards

to see whether we go to a university
that's selective, highly selective

or not at all selective,
which is where I went.

My board scores were very bad.

But you seem very intelligent
for an American.

Well, I'm not.

The worst part was Ted getting 800 boards,
perfect scores.

But since then
I've met other people with 800 boards,

and they don't seem
particularly intelligent either.

- So, Ted is very smart.
- Well, he tests well.

I think it's true that the height
of the sexual revolution is over.

I don't go to bed
with just anyone anymore.

I have to be attracted to them sexually.

But I always thought women had
to have some kind of profound
emotional bond with a man,

a-a secure romantic relationship,
be-before they became interested in

a relation of that kind.

Oh, no.

Taking advantage of his position to get
involved with a 15-year-old student?

Actually, nothing really happened
until summer, and by then I was 16.

Oh, well, 16.

- Also, I had something to do with it.
- Still.

Just from the little you've said,
I really hate that guy.

In truth, much of what you say
reminds me of Ramon then.

Ramon soon left from teaching
to return to the newspaper.

He had read the works of Philip Agee.

So he was an expert on the American CIA

and its involvement
in the internal affairs of every country.

Terrific.

Then, one year, the correspondent of fashion
of his newspaper

fell ill before the collections of Milan,

and Ramon was sent in her place.

Ramon came back from Milan
with a new idea,

which he referred to
as the idea of physical beauty.

What's that?

His thought was that beauty

is the closest thing to divinity
that remains in the modern world.

All the old gods are dead,
and there is no god that we know.

But in beauty,
the memory of divinity remains.

For always after, beauty was the subject
Ramon wanted to dedicate his journalism to.

He wanted to write about flowers and things?

No.

It was the beauty of the female face and form
that fascinated Ramon.

Oh.

He transferred to the "style of life"
section of the newspaper

where he did serieses
on photographers' models

and on the young women
who aspired to be actresses.

The articles were accompanied by photos,
and, as Ramon is a good writer,

they were very popular with readers.

That makes sense.

There's something very powerful
about the idea of — of physical beauty.

He's not stupid.

It was important for Ramon's career
as a journalist.

He started appearing on television.

He spent part of each month in Madrid.

But our physical relation
ended almost completely.

He wanted an open relation
and encouraged me to go with other men.

What?

He thought I should go with other men.

- But you refused?
- No.

When — When did you break up?

"Break up"?

Um, separate.
Break — Break apart as a couple.

We haven't broken apart.

We live together.

- Jesus! What was that?
- I don't know.

God, that's where the USO is.

A sailor from Brooklyn
died in the USO bombing.

Fred thought we should wait
with the sailor's friend

for the midnight plane that was
going to take the casket home.

He had a good voice, very deep.

He liked to sing
those old Johnny Cash songs.

I really like those. "Ring of Fire."

Yeah.

He hoped to be sort of
the Brooklyn Johnny Cash.

God, what a shame.

- Johnny Cash?
- Yeah.

Where'd you get the Old Crow?

Uh, the consul.

So he's not such a bad guy.

Well —

We should get started.

"Our Father, preserve us
from the dangers of the seas

and the violence of enemies.

Bless the United States,
watch over all that are upon the deep

and protect the inhabitants
of the land in peace and quiet.

All hands bury the dead."

"Unto Almighty God we commend the soul
of our brother departed."

There are very many parties tonight.
At least three we should go to.

- Three parties?
- Or four.

Will that guy be at-at any of them?

I'm sure.

Fuma. Fuma.

Mont-Montserrat.

Toma.

- That guy's here.
- Yes.

- Want to go?
- No.

Los representantes del sindicato
norteamericano AFL-CIA —

CIA — vinieron a Europa.

You can't say Americans are not
more violent than other people.

No.

All those people killed
in shootings in America?

Oh, shootings, yes.

But that doesn't mean Americans
are more violent than other people.

We're just better shots.

Jack refocused IHSMOCO
on what he saw as its real business.

"This means motors and they must be fast,"
he would say.

Jack's one of those magnetic personalities
from the World War II generation.

He was with Wild Bill Donovan in the OSS

and parachuted into Sicily
before the Allied landings.

He's supposed to come
to Barcelona this summer.

- I hope you get the chance to meet him.
- Why do you think I should meet him?

Well, he's one of the last of the greats.

It must be wonderful having a work
you like and a boss you admire so.

Lately there's been some problems.
I don't know what's going on.

I haven't heard from Jack in ages,
and he's put this terrible guy
from Marketing in over us.

Dickie Taylor.

He's this incredible jerk who —

- Jesus!
- What's wrong?

This music, I don't get it.
How could anybody dance to this?

- It's not dance music.
- Well, that explains it.

What is it? It sounds familiar.

- It's Vinyl Hampton.
- Oh, God.

- Isn't there any dancing at parties here?
- It's too early for dancing.

No.

- You don't like jazz?
- No!

I've never heard of anyone
who didn't like jazz.

Really? How odd.

You really hate jazz?

My jazz rule is: If you can't dance to it,
you don't want to know about it.

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Ahora, todos.

- Hola, Ted.
- Hola.

Un poco más bajo.

- This is almost impossible to do.
- I always forget that.

Maybe it is too early.

Take hamburgers.
Here, hamburguesas are really bad.

It's known that Americans like hamburgers,
so again we're-we're idiots.

But they have no idea
how-how delicious hamburgers can be.

It's this ideal burger of memory we crave,

not the disgusting burgers you get abroad.

We can't even call ourselves Americans.

They love to correct you saying,
"South Americans are Americans too."

- Give me a break.
- "Norteamericano" is the correct term.

But that makes no distinction
between us or Canadians.

"Yankee" and "gringo"
are obviously pejorative,

but it's the standard dictionary term
that's the most insulting of all —

estadounidense.

Dense. D-E-N-S-E.

It's the same spelling — dense, thick, stupid.

Every time you hear it.
Estadounidense— dense, dense.

It's a direct slap in the face.
It's incredible.

I think you are too sensitive.

Oh, great. Now we're too sensitive.

Fred, listen, I'm sorry.
Are you joking? Fred.

You weren't really offended
by that, were you?

- No, I like being called dishonest.
- I did not call you dishonest.

When we were kids, I borrowed some things.

It was never, ever theft. In each case,
I either told you or was about to.

I was joking. You're really overreacting.

You're right. I somewhat overreacted. Before
I realized it, I was already out the door.

It would have been embarrassing
just going back and sitting down again.

There's something strange
about the coffee here.

In Barcelona?

I think it's really messed me up.
And you were so condescending.

You think I went into the navy
because I was too dumb for finance,

that I washed out at Shearson.

- I have no idea what happened in New York.
- I didn't wash out.

There was no disgrace.
They said I could go back.

I hated the idea of being
stuck indoors for 40 years

with two weeks off to go snorkeling annually.

The naval officer has one
of the only white-collar jobs

where you must deal intensively
with the physical world
all day long, and it counts.

It is not theoretical.

You dominate the elements
in all four dimensions without a slipup,

or it gets very wet.

Then there's all the "fighting for freedom,
defending democracy,

shining city on the hill" stuff,
which as you know, I really buy.

Jesus, that's right. You — You do.

The bill has come.

Must have been like this
the night Francis Scott Key
wrote "The Star-Spangled Banner."

Yeah.

You have already finished?

Yeah. It's, like, 2:00 AM.

Ramon was talking so fascinatingly,
I stayed to listen to him.

What was so, uh, fascinating?

He was talking about the AFL-CIA
and the American labor unions.

He described how, after World War II,

representatives of the American
labor union, the AFL-CIA,

were sent to Europe
to crush progressive unionism.

- How'd they do that?
- With sacks of money

and the anticommunist tactics
of your Senator Joey McCarthy.

The AFL-CIA?

America's largest union —
terribly right-wing and facha.

You have not heard of it?

It's amazing the things Americans
don't know about their own country.

There's — There's no such thing
as the AFL-CIA.

It's the AFL-CIO.

A-A-Actually, it's the AF of L-CIO.

It was formed when
the American Federation of Labor

merged with the more militant CIO.

How do you know so much about it?

Chicago's probably the capital
of 20th-century American trade unionism.

The American labor leaders who came
to Europe then —

Jay Lovestone and, um — were giants.

So what Marta said was partly true.

What do you mean partly true?
I mean, they were people.

I'm sure I've heard of the AFL-CIA.

There is some important
American labor union of that name.

Oh, so now it's late enough to dance.

Dance?

There's an empty room where
you could work during the day.

Are you proposing we shake up together?

Um, sh-sh-shack up together.
You use the expression "shacked up"

when you don't like
one of the people involved.

You and Ramon were shacked up.
We would just be living together.

What about Fred?

He's moving out.

She's a model he was interviewing.

He's just all work. What a creep.

Ramon might not be as bad
as you think he is.

There is a reason
he goes with so many women.

- He has a problem.
- What?

After he knows a woman well,
he cannot have sex with her well.

He-He has a sexual —
sexual impotence problem of some kind?

- Of some kind.
- That's terrible. Poor guy.

- But it explains a lot.
- What?

I think it's well known that anti-Americanism
has its roots in sexual impotence.

At least in Europe.

There is no union called
the AFL-CIA, is there?

- No.
- Give me a break.

This bombing reminds one strongly
of the United States

blowing up its own ship, the Maine,
in Havana Harbor

as the pretext for starting the war of 1898.

But an American sailor
died in the bombing.

I find it hard to believe even the Americans
would kill their own people.

No. The American elections are approaching.

A quick attack on some foreign bogeyman —
Libya, Iran —

might rescue the American president's
declining popularity.

- You really liked him?
- The American Sixth Fleet,

which was to have shown the pendant
in Barcelona this week,

is still sailing the South Mediterranean,
awaiting such a pretext.

Americans seem like —

- Did you hear that?
- Yeah. Poor guy.

The most disgusting slanders
you can imagine.

- Someone's got to say something.
- No. Don't.

This-This scumbag
is going around saying

that the USO bombing was arranged
by the Americans themselves.

That's a lie!

- What?
- Everything you said.

The Americans' exploding
of their own ship, the Maine, in 1898

is an historical fact, established well.

The other is still a thesis,
but an increasingly likely one.

Both are disgusting lies.

No, Ted. All the history books
say that about the Maine.

Scumbag.

Jesus, Ted, I'm the one
who's supposed to go berserk.

You could have helped me out back there.

I can't get into political arguments,
and you did fine.

I made a complete fool out of myself.
That's one of the first rules of sales.

Never get involved in matters
of public controversy.

- I couldn't not reply.
- No.

Don't get into a funk about it.
Who was listening?

- Four or five drugged-up
good-timers at some party.
- Twenty people, at least.

So you made a fool of yourself
in front of 20 or 30 people.

So what?

No, I really like it here.
I'm really comfortable.

It's just that we talked about
your staying three days.
It's already been much longer.

I thought, with the fleet delayed,
you'd want another place to stay.

No. This is nice.

The thing is, I'm trying to get
Mont-Montserrat to move in.

Well, that's great.
I really like Montserrat.

Weren't you thinking of staying at Marta's?

No.

Since being here, I've begun
to realize how important family is.

You and I are family.
I want to be with family now.

Yeah, well, I want to be with Montserrat.

I'm really surprised
at you shacking up with her.

I would have thought that was
against your morals or something.

You really want me out of here, don't you?

I still need to pick up my music
from his apartment.

- What music?
- My radio-cassette and tapes of music.

The situation's still pretty raw.
You really need those things urgently?

I really need them urgently.

It just seems unwise to go back
so soon after you broke apart.

What's that mean?

Suit yourself.

- Hola.
- Hola.

Perfecto.

Perdona. Montserrat.

Tenemos que hablar.

¿No te parece?

Who's the girl?

She's a girl from the fair
who wants to be an actress.

What a creep.

What it is about is a big country,
the United States,

making war on a little country.

In the US government's view,
which I'm not in any way endorsing,

the US policy is — Maybe this will help.

Maybe an analogy will help.
Take-Take these ants.

In the US view, a small group or cadre
of fierce red ants have taken power

and are oppressing
the black ant majority.

Now, the stated US policy is to aid
those black ants opposing the red ants

in hopes of restoring democracy

and to impede the red ants from
assisting their red ant comrades
in neighboring ant colonies.

That is the clearest and most disgusting
description of US policy I have ever heard.

The third world is just a lot of ants to you.

Those are people dying, not ants.

No, I don't think you understand.

I was reducing everything to ant scale,
the US included.

An ant White House, an ant CIA,
an ant Congress, an ant Pentagon.

Secret ant landing strips
illegally established on foreign soil.

- Where are the red ants?
- There.

That was really terrible.

You were blowing it way out of proportion.
Don't take it so seriously.

Those red ants were bad news.
They weren't any good for anybody.

I was trying to convince them
to look at Americans in a new way.

Then, in one stupid move,
you confirm their worst assumptions.

I did not confirm their worst assumptions.
I am their worst assumption.

Now Ramon is certain you are CIA.

"Where are the red ants?" Whonk!

It was a joke!

I'm not going to apologize.
The little bastards got what they deserved.

Montserrat decided to
ride back with Ramon to pick up her things.

Oh. Thanks.

Montserrat
called at 8:00 the next morning,

but I'd already left for the office.

Losing a sale doesn't bother me so much.
I'll make other sales.

But there's this thought I can't shake
that's — that's really getting me down.

Maybe I'm not cut out for sales.

I thought I liked sales and was good at it,
but maybe I'm not cut out for it.

What exactly is the problem?

Spending your whole life doing something
you're basically ill-suited to,

wasting your life?

It's ki-kind of depressing.

God.

- Maybe I'm not cut out for the navy.
- I got to get back.

You're going back to work now?

For somebody not cut out for something,
you're pretty obsessed with it.

Yeah. That doesn't mean anything.

It's, uh, okay if I stay another night?

Sure.

The call from Chicago
I'd been dreading came that evening.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Okay. Good-bye.

That was Dickie.
He's coming to Barcelona to speak with me.

He won't say what it's about.
I'm getting canned.

Ramon's article appeared the next day.

It's incredible.
The most disgusting slander. Incredible!

Yet again, Americans themselves
suspected in USO bombing.

And where do they get this
about us blowing up the Maine?

I'm going to the consulate.
They've got to reply to this.

Mm-hmm. ¿Qué mes?

- Molt be. Allaorens.
- God. I can't believe it.

Adéu siao. What?

You're not going to believe this.
The consul —

- What?
- That half bottle of Old Crow?

He accused me of stealing it.

- But he gave you that.
- I thought he had.

He was on this interminable phone call,
so I went like this —

I was sure that he saw me
and indicated it was okay.

- But you replaced it?
- Yeah.

You can't find Old Crow over here,
so I got a bottle of Jim Beam,

which actually costs more.

- The bottle in the kitchen?
- Yeah.

You've been drinking that.

I am not gonna replace a half bottle of Old Crow
with a full bottle of Jim Beam.

- I'm not an idiot.
- You haven't replaced it yet?

- Don't you see how bad that looks?
- Oh, God. Give me a break.

Fred, after a while,

the line between borrowing things
without returning them and theft

becomes awfully thin.

Take that back.

Until you retract that,
I'm not gonna say another word to you.

Okay.

What you're referring to
happened 20 years ago

and not at all the way you're implying.

Your kayak was a death ship.

I almost went down in that thing.
Thank God it was me and not you.

I was the stronger swimmer
and able to get away.

- I probably... saved your life.
- Oh, great.

It wasn't only the kayak.

God, you are obsessed
with material possessions.

- Está bien.
- Maybe the Spanish are right.

This American materialism is terrible.

You're just like the consul — much more
interested in your crummy possessions

than in answering the most hideously
false and disgusting blood libel.

Were you like this at the consulate?

Do you know what the consulate
intends to do? Nothing.

He doesn't want to jeopardize
his relationship with the press.

You've gotta be more careful, Fred.
You can't go around mouthing off this way.

- "Mouthing off"?
- Yeah.

These are vile lies.

We know how disgusting they are,
but nobody here does.

- We've got to reply to this.
- "We"?

Yeah. I drafted a brief letter
for your signature.

I cannot say that their article
made me want to vomit.

Maybe that's not a good way to open.
I could put it at the end.

What are all these tiny red dots
on your papers?

Digim. Oh, hi.

No, he's not here.

I don't know. I just got in.
Apparently, he's not home yet.

No. He didn't say anything.

Okay. I'll give him the message.

Un abrazo. Chao.

That was Montserrat.

What's going on there?

- Ted has not said anything?
- No.

He has been in a weird funk.

- Well, it is all his fault.
- Really?

Watch. I am taking
just one 5,000-peseta note.

You're my witness.

And I'm leaving my signed,
personal IOU for that amount

to be repaid within 24 —

well, 72 hours.

- Yes, it is true.
- It's actually better this way.

He would have lent it to me,
but this just spares us the acrimony.

You don't mind waiting?
I'll just be a few minutes.

No.

Ramon is very smart.

That evening, one by one, he broke down
all her reasons for leaving him.

For instance, he has returned to writing
for the newspaper's international section.

Yeah, I know. Great.

He pointed out that no matter how well
she and Ted were in Barcelona,

at some point Ted would want
to return to Chicago,

which he considers to be
the most beautiful city in the world.

That's crazy. San Francisco is.

Ramon is very persuasive,
and he painted a terrible picture

of what it would be like for her
to live the rest of her life in America

with all of its crime,
consumerism and vulgarity.

All those loud, badly dressed, fat people
watching their 80 channels of television

and visiting shopping malls.

The plastic, "throw everything away" society
with its notorious violence and racism.

And finally, the total lack of culture.

It's a problem.

Ramon was very clever because
he never said anything opposing Ted directly.

He did not even mention
that terrible thing about the ants.

He simply pointed up how Montserrat
would be separating herself

from her family and friends forever.

Even if she came back every year,
her children would grow up as Americans,

eating hamburgers.

Finally, Montserrat was sobbing.
What he was describing was so bleak.

You mean, she's dumped Ted
and gone back to Ramon

because of some conversation?

No, that is just it.

She just wanted to have a serious talk
with Ted, but the way he has acted,

he has practically forced her
into the arms of Ramon.

She is in the arms of Ramon?

No. I-I don't know.

When you were in Rhode Island,
was the crime and vulgarity really so bad?

Oh, great.

God. What's going on?

I'm getting canned.

But you're the best they've got.
You always say so.

Yeah, I know.

This jerk, Dickie Taylor,
is calling the shots now.

I don't know how Jack
could let it happen this way.

God.

And on top of that thing
with Montserrat.

Are you sure you know
what you're doing there?

Marta said you practically forced
Montserrat back into Ramon's arms.

She said that?

I don't know what happened.
Everything was going so well.

And then suddenly
she never showed up that night

after going to pick up her things
from Ramon's.

Apparently, they talked until dawn,
and she ended up sleeping on the sofa.

Which, for all I know, is true.

Marta said he laid it on really thick with
the "violence and racism in the USA" angle.

But it wouldn't change everything this way.
Something spooked her.

As if I'd been crowding her.

I was really playing it cool too.

What makes you think that?

Suddenly, she doesn't want to move in.
She wants to have a serious talk.

- You know what that means.
- You should at least talk with her.

No. That would be a disaster.

Forever I would be the jerk
who was crowding her,

whom she had to talk to seriously.

- But saying you have a work emergency.
- I do have a work emergency.

Then you're too busy to see her.
I don't know.

Have you heard of Maneuver "X"?

When you get deeply into sales,
you realize that every major transaction

involves a mini identity crisis
for the buyer.

You think, uh, a green carpet.
Am I really a green carpet person?

In romance, the same thing applies,
but on a humongous scale.

But what is Maneuver "X"?

It's removing all pressure,

creating sort of a space
that the customer has to affirmatively cross.

Only by disappearing more thoroughly
and inexplicably than Montserrat

can I change the current dynamic.

Will it? I don't know. I think it will.

If not, I'm dead.

Wow.

You've really thought this through.
That's really impressive.

I haven't thought through
anything about Marta.

But isn't Maneuver "X" just another way

of putting what we usually refer to
as playing hard to get?

No.

Huh.

- I'm being followed.
- Give me a break.

There is a guy following me.
Come here. I'll show you.

Not there. He'll see you. Over here.

Okay. Edge your eyes around.

He's on that pedestrian island
a little further down.

He's — He's in the car?

What car?

No. He's gone.

There really was a guy.

Wherever I went, he went.

- What did he look like?
- You know, sort of suspicious-looking.

What was he wearing?

He was carrying something.
A camera, I think.

The words to pop songs
are the only literature of advice
we have on romantic matters.

- Most of the advice very bad.
- Oh.

Maybe you can clarify something for me.

Since I've been waiting for the fleet
to show up, I've read a lot.

- And —
- Really?

One of the things that keeps cropping up
is this about subtext.

Plays, novels, songs — they all have a subtext,

which I take to mean
a hidden message or import of some kind.

So, subtext we know.

But what do you call
the message or meaning

that's right there on the surface,
completely open and obvious?

They never talk about that.

What do you call
what's above the subtext?

The text.

Okay, that's right.
But they never talk about that.

Jesus!
The anti-Americanism here's incredible.

Oh, my God. Jesus!

CIA network discovered in Barcelona.
Operations run by Fred Boynton?

How can they print this stuff?

Well, finally.

God. Incredible.

God, that was horrible.
Blame the victim.

There was even a call
from the Pentagon, furious.

It's been the worst day of my life.
God, that consul's annoying.

That white car is following us.

- Which white car? They're all white.
- The Renault.

- They're all Renaults.
- Oh, cut it out.

That white Renault's
been following me all afternoon.

The last thing I need
is more press coverage.

It's got Gerona plates.

Why do you always go to the bathroom
with other people?

I wasn't born yesterday, you know.

You were not born yesterday?

I don't understand you.

You're not in a very nice mood tonight.

You gave Ramon that information.

I had no idea it was of significance.

Couldn't you tell I was joking?
I am not in the CIA.

- It was obviously a joke.
- I have no idea what you are.

You promised not to repeat to Montserrat
what I said about Ted.

About his wanting to marry her?
I had to tell her. She is my friend.

She already suspected
something like that anyway.

She was worried about getting involved with
someone who thought in such extremist terms.

Extremist?

I think there is something fascist

about a boy who immediately talks
of marrying a woman he likes.

I don't think Ted is a fascist
of the marrying kind.

You're right.
Something did spook her.

Apparently, I said something to Marta

about you wanting to marry
and spend the rest of your life with her.

I never even told you.

Well, you never confide anything in me,
so I have to extrapolate.

What — Why did you tell her?

You're in this conversation,
it has this momentum,

you want to tell the other person
interesting or funny things,

and you end up telling 'em things which,
on reflection, maybe you shouldn't.

This isn't just some funny thing.

I would take it back if I could.

Montserrat's gone to Paris to take
the summer program at the institute.

I'm sorry.

I don't know if this is
the right time to mention this —

Well, I'm sure it isn't, but —

I think I might be in love
with Montserrat too.

What if you and Montserrat
are not perfect for each other?

What if Montserrat and I are?

Am I supposed to give up
any possibility of happiness,

of ever knowing whether she was precisely
the one person in the world
I was meant to be with

just because of the accident
that you met her first?

I hate your guts.

I know.

I'll never mention this again.

I gotta go to Milan this morning.

I was thinking about going up to Paris
on Monday.

There's IHSMOCO business
I should take care of there.

Call Montserrat before you go?

I think I'll just call her when I get there.
You know, play it somewhat cool.

So you're keeping on with Maneuver "X"?

Yeah. Uh, a modified "X."

Oh, I forgot. I borrowed
5,000 pesetas the other night.

Is it okay if I pay you back later?

You have this bad habit of borrowing things
without informing the lender.

Sorry about that.

"I owe you 5,000 pesetas
to be repaid within 24 — 72 hours. F."

- So you've crossed over into real larceny.
- What?

I didn't take it.

I took just one 5,000-peseta note.
The rest was all here.

I don't care. That's — That's enough.

You can't think that I would really steal.

How does it look?

Bitch.

I will either get your money back
or I will pay you back myself.

Good.

Jesus!

I don't steal.

I didn't take your money.

You've always been so self-righteous
towards me, ever since we were 10.

- It is really unbearable.
- What happened when we were 10?

You're such a liar.

God!

Fred?

Fred!

Every day, in every way, I am becoming
a better and better lieutenant junior grade.

Every day, in every way, I am becoming
a better and better lieutenant junior grade.

Every day, in every way —

Even the disasters
that strike those we are closest to

only reach us filtered through
our own colossal egotism.

My response to what happened to Fred
was swamped in subjective emotion,

mostly guilt.

I prayed for him all the time,

but with the constant doubt
that I was probably just kidding myself.

I was beginning to suspect
my religious faith was largely bogus.

I resolved to stay there all the time
and do whatever I possibly could

to improve Fred's chances for recovery.

Fred was shot just before
one of the long summer weekends.

By late Friday, the hospital's entire senior
medical staff seemed to have disappeared.

I can't believe you're just going.
There must be something more you can do.

Don't worry. Your buddy
will get the best medicine care.

For me, "don't worry" is the most frightening
phrase in the English language.

"Don't gworrie," even more so.

It almost invariably means
they're not going to worry,

but you better had.

Jesus.

Each hour Fred remained unconscious,
his chances apparently got worse.

I'd heard the sound of familiar voices
could help,

so I tried to keep up a steady stream
of chatter in Fred's room.

And to arrange an around-the-clock
vigil of friends to read to him.

But it was hard finding books in English
Fred might like.

"We seek him here, we seek him there,
those Frenchies seek him everywhere.

Is he in heaven? Is he in hell?
That damned elusive Pimpernel."

What was disillusioning was how some people
let you down when someone gets sick.

It's 9:30. The situation's really bad.

I don't understand why you haven't
shown up yet. You're really needed here.

Aurora turned out to be a real trouper.

Marta never showed up.

The consul turned out to be a great guy,
terrific with the hospital administration.

He couldn't believe Fred had taken the thing
about the Old Crow bottle seriously.

I was just kidding.

I forgot guys who joke around a lot
can be so sensitive themselves.

I have no sense of humor,
so he must have assumed I was serious.

Among the plainclothes navy guards
assigned at the hospital was our friend Frank,

who in his off-duty hours
helped me with the reading.

"'Wherever you are, depravity and evil
are to be found,' said Pierre to his wife.

'Anatole, come with me.
I want a word with you,' he uttered in French."

Fred and I
were both so-called only cousins.

The only cousin each of us had.

We didn't hate each other
our whole childhood.

The summer we were 10,
there was a 36-hour period

we were on quite good terms.

After we both cut ourselves
in a freak fishing accident,

we even took advantage of all the blood
to become blood brothers.

Later that afternoon,
I went into town with my parents.

I never saw my kayak again.

- ¿Conmigo?
- Sí.

I was expecting Aurora,

but the nurse said another woman was there
who wanted to speak with me.

Oh. Hi.

You got my messages.

We can go out. You probably want
to be with him alone for a while.

No. Actually, I am here to see you.

- It's about Fred?
- No.

I'll walk you out.

Ted, you should go home, go to sleep.
You look so tired.

Greta and I can stay here. Greta has
very good English and loves this book.

Okay. Thanks.
There's still hope, you know.

I mean, more than hope.

He could come out of it at any time and be
basically okay with very little consequences.

Or very few.

- Good-bye.
- Adéu.

- Adéu.
- Cuídate.

- Okay. "That man is somehow" —
- Right.

"'That man is somehow closely
and painfully connected with me,'

thought Prince Andre.

Suddenly, he remembered Natasha
as he'd first seen her at the ball in 1810,

with her slender neck and arms,

with her timid happy face
prepared for ecstasy."

Fifteen minutes don't go by
that I don't think of her.

- I think about her all the time.
- That's too bad.

I thought you'd gotten over her.

- What do you mean?
- It was impossible. You had no chance.

Why do you say that?

It's only my opinion.

When Fred was shot, did he have
envelopes of cash money with him?

Yes.

That money is mine,
and I need it back.

- What?
- I need that money back.

I'm going on a journey.

That money was taken from me.
Fred was just recovering it.

You suspect me
of having taken that money?

I'm sorry. You didn't take it?

I did, but it was only
300,000 pesetas.

When Fred came,
he took more than those.

- What do you want?
- I want the money that belongs to me.

- How much is that?
- 200,000 pesetas.

I need that money. I'm going away.

- Where?
- The Maldive Islands.

The Maldives?

I've decided to change my life completely,
but I need that money.

From now on,
I want to lead an exemplary life.

Exemplary? What about Fred?

Fred should not want to see me.
Something shameful happened.

He did not tell you about it?

And I think the one
Fred truly liked was Montserrat,

though he would never tell you.

Diga.

Fred had gone into convulsions

while Aurora's friend was with him.

It's not your fault.
You did everything right.

It was very good you were there.

Can you hear anything, man?

If you pull through this, you can rest up
at the lake for the rest of the summer.

Try and think about the lake.

Do you mind? I feel sort of awkward
with someone looking on.

What?

I was gonna say something,
and it's sort of awkward.

It'll only be five or 10 minutes.

No, I'm sorry.

Oh. Well, okay.

You know some Catholic prayer?

Are you the boy
who wanted to marry Montserrat?

No.

- Who told you that?
- What?

That I wanted to marry Montserrat.

It was just a story of an American boy
who fell in love with Montserrat

and decided that he wanted to marry
and spend the rest of his life with her

while they were dancing
to a Bee Gees song.

Is he the boy who's in love with Montserrat?

No.

- I don't think so.
- Montserrat does know you.

She called here shortly after you left
and asked about both of you.

What did she say?

I don't know. Aurora took the call.

Why weren't you in that article
on the most beautiful women at the trade fair?

You thought I should be there?

Sure.

- I loathe that fellow. Do you know him?
- We've met.

That's interesting.
You — You loathe him. How come?

I don't have the English,
but in Castilian, we'd say he's repelente.

Repellant. That's good.

- What's your name?
- Greta.

- That's not very Catalan.
- Well, I'm not very Catalan.

Who's this?

Oh.

- Are you religious?
- Quasi.

- Do you want to be an artist?
- No.

Listen. You should get some rest.

- You think I should go?
- Well —

I could stay here longer, if you like,
until Aurora comes.

Actually, I was thinking
of sacking out here.

Sacking out?

Sleeping here on the chairs maybe.

Oh.

Do you really think he will become well?

Are you convinced of that?

Yes.

It was great that you were here last night.

Thanks for staying.

- Oh, hi.
- Hi.

I'm sorry I didn't come so soon.
I only heard yesterday.

You only heard yesterday?

Is he any better?

No. Not yet.

Fred was right.

I persecute him for triv-trivialities.

There were all these things
that I blew way out of proportion,

things that seemed like crimes at the time,
but were really of no importance whatsoever.

Maybe he did save my life
going down in the kayak that way.

And those board scores,
that couldn't have been right.

Before that, I always thought
Fred was smarter than I was.

Well, maybe not smarter,
but maybe his explanation was true.

Fred said that when he took the boards,

this incredibly annoying girl
sat next to him

who kept fiddling and fidgeting
with her brassiere.

Fred went to an all-boys school and found
her fidgeting so distracting and annoying,

he lost his place on the answer sheet.

- You thought that was not true?
- I always assumed it was false.

No. That's the way it's been.

He moves, and you think
he's come out of it, but he hasn't.

Should we go somewhere to talk?

Until Fred comes out of this,
I kind of made a resolution

not to do or think about anything else.

- Maybe when Aurora comes.
- We came together.

They're in the cafeteria.
I'll get them.

I'll stay here with Fred.

Our Father who art in heaven,

please forgive us our sins

and please bring Fred back
to full consciousness

with all his mental capabilities
and everything reasonably intact.

Please forgive my doubting,
vainglory and unworthiness.

Oh, give me a break.

Fred? Fred?

Doctor!

¿Doctor?

Se ha despertado.

How much can you remember?

Pregúntale quién eres.

Do you remember who I am?

- Do you remember who I am?
- Yes!

Who am I?

Some civilian.

- Otra vez.
- Who am I?

The kid with the kayak,
but older and fatter!

Leave me alone!

This is terrific.
He's gonna have a complete recovery.

It's amazing. This is really good.

It looks like his recovery is gonna be
absolutely complete, wouldn't you say?

- Yes, his memory—
- But over the long term.

Yes, over the long term.

It looks like his recovery
is going to be absolutely complete.

Yes.

- Damn!
- You fell asleep.

Typical of this guy to make me
meet him at the airport.

- Who?
- Dickie Taylor,
the terrible guy from Marketing.

Has it set up so I gotta race off
to the airport to get fired.

I can't believe that. They're crazy.

I don't know.
I've been having all these doubts.

Can you stay at the hospital
with Fred until I get back?

Mm-hmm.

Thanks for coming out.
I'm sorry to set it up this way.

The only connecting flight's at 11:00.

I should get to what I'm here for.
I'm afraid I have some really bad news.

It is bad news?

- Yeah.
- I thought so.

Listen, Dickie, let's make this
a lot easier. I quit.

What I don't understand is why Jack
couldn't call me himself and tell me.

- It's not right.
- What are you talking about? Jack's sick.

- He's gonna die.
- What?

- Jack's sick.
- God, I can't believe it.

Yeah, the whole company's devastated.
Jack's the last of the greats.

- Such a great guy.
- Yeah, he is.

I'll admit I always resented
the incredible favoritism he showed you.

- There was no — no favoritism.
- Oh, come on.

Anyway, Jack's very worried
about the company.

Dwight and Ron are older than Jack,
and, with Tom Grey gone,

there's no middle generation
to succeed them.

Jack asked me whom in our class I could
work with best. Naturally, I mentioned you.

It's great, the feedback
you've been giving us in Marketing.

It's had a critical dimension,
but basically I think you're right.

This idea of marketing as a science
is pure myth.

He wants pledges from both of us
to stay with the company at least five years.

He wants you back in Chicago
as soon as possible.

- I thought you were here to fire me.
- Yeah.

What was all that "I quit" stuff about?
For a moment, I thought —

Well... I'm so far behind
those sales targets you set.

I didn't set them. Jack did.

- What?
- You don't know Jack's theory about you.

He thinks that basically you aren't cut out
for sales, that it's not your life's work.

But as long as you thought you were behind,
you'd struggle to keep up

and not worry about whether
you were cut out for it or not.

- Jack doesn't think I'm cut out for sales?
- Not the way Henry or someone like him is.

But selling is more than just a job
one is cut out or not cut out for.

It's a culture, it's a whole way
of thinking about experience,

bringing to bear all of the insights
of Carnegie and Bettger.

We all like Carnegie and Bettger.

Sales is at the heart
of any commercial corporation.

- But have you read Drucker?
- I always saw that as the cult of management.

No. Drucker's terrific.
You gotta read it. Here.

The insight packed
into this little book is incredible.

I'll slip into Kroch's when I get back
and pick up a copy.

No, keep it.
I've practically memorized it.

It's much easier for me
to go to Kroch's when I get back.

Thanks.

But you've got to admit, it looks like you're
well on the way to complete and total recovery.

I mean, it's incredible.

Just cut out the Pollyanna,
Little Miss Mary Sunshine
complete-recovery crap.

My God. You're almost pathological.
Sometimes I'd like to wring your neck.

Well, the mood swings are new.

Rehabilitation is fine for houses,
but, for people, it is unspeakably boring.

Do you know what the whole basis
for physical therapy is?

Doing the same thing
over and over and over again.

- Una paja, por favor.
- But it really is important.

Oh, yeah. But what's the upside?

Learning how to do things you already
knew how to do much better before?

Um, you-you really should read Drucker.

- You think it's applicable to the navy?
- Yeah.

And to whatever else you do afterwards.

Started remembering things
about that girl you talked about — Marta.

Everything has gone so badly.

I'm not gonna be a crybaby about this.

I remember something about a limbo stick.

Yeah. There was a limbo stick.

While I was in Chicago,

Fred used my office to prepare
the fleet information sheet.

- Hola.
- Hola.

Great. Thanks.

That's really nice. Thanks.

Barcelona and Chicago never seemed
more beautiful than they did that fall.

Commuting between them,
I started routing the trip

through London
to fly into Chicago directly,

avoiding New York and Madrid entirely.

Twice I ran into Greta on the London leg.
Apparently, she was visiting friends there.

It was incredibly sad
watching Jack's decline,

but he still had good days,

and the memory of these will always be
incredibly important to all of us.

When I got back to Barcelona,
I had to move quickly

to plan the wedding
and wrap up my IHSMOCO work.

You never said anything
about getting married.

Fred's attitude really puzzled me.

Initially, he seemed quite bitter.

I've never seen you like this — so cocky.

Aren't you taking a lot of things for granted?
The boyfriend's still in the picture.

I'm not taking anything for granted
until the vows have actually —

Well, that's it. You think wedding vows
are gonna change everything?

God, your naïveté is astounding.

Didn't you see The Graduate?

You can re —
can remember The Graduate?

Yeah. I can remember a few things.
Apparently, you don't.

The end? Katherine Ross
has just married this really cool guy —

tall, blond, incredibly popular,
the make-out king of his fraternity in Berkeley —

when this obnoxious Dustin Hoffman character
shows up at the back of the church

and starts pounding on the glass,
acting like a total asshole.

"Elaine! Elaine!"

Does Katherine Ross tell Dustin Hoffman,
"Get lost, creep. I'm a married woman"?

No.

She runs off with him... on a bus.

That is the reality.

Thanks a lot.

Then Fred's tone changed completely,

and he became almost insanely positive
about the approaching wedding.

Of course I like her. She's great.

The thing is, you're really right
for each other. It makes sense.

- So, she's accepted and everything?
- Of course she's accepted.

That's great then.

Positive thinking is fine in theory,

but whenever I try it on a systematic basis,
I end up really depressed.

Hasn't really worked for me either.

Oh, God!

- Oh, good.
- "Oh, good"? You invited that guy?

He was great when you were in the hospital.
I think maybe you misjudged him.

- He seems like a nice guy.
- He's paid to act that way.

- Hi. How you doing?
- Nice to see you.

- Hi. How are you?
- Good morning.

How you doing?

There's no one from the bride's side.

Her parents wanted to keep it really small.

They must be delighted having their daughter
marry an estadouni-dense.

No, they're — they're not that way.
Her family's terrific.

Javier.

- Hola. ¿Qué tal?
- Bien.

Ah, my father wanted me to explain you,

"Sorry for the inconvenience.
Please take coffee. We there be soon."

- Everything's fine with your sister?
- Yes, everything is fine.

We not understand where she is,
but not a problem.

Oh, God.

No, not a problem.
My sister is a very serious girl.

- Do you know that?
- Yes.

Let's go to the Mesón.

Una Cuba libre.

Things have been pretty tense.

I've hardly slept in a week.
Her old boyfriend resurfaced on Wednesday.

Not a problem.

I don't think anti-Americanism is really
all that significant a phenomenon.

- It's really nothing to take personally.
- Sorry if I take it personally.

- Well, what is it then?
- Let me use an analogy.

The United States
is like an enormous ant farm.

Oh, God. Not ants.

An ant farm is a see-through plastic case
enclosing an ant colony.

It's a toy sold to children so they can watch
ants build their own little societies inside.

I think the US is sort of like
an ant farm for the rest of the world.

But people living in other countries
can't observe the ants directly.

They must rely on journalists
and commentators

for a description of everything
going on inside.

The problem is that these people
all seem to hate ants.

Hmm.

You know, I don't know if
anyone's ever mentioned this to you before,

but it looks to me like you could be shaving
in the wrong direction.

I wonder about that all the time.

Your father never taught you?

He uses an electric razor,
so it never occurred to me to ask.

- Oh.
- Your father uses an electric razor?

I never knew that.

Well, he's light-haired,
so it never really mattered.

But I really have to shave. It's no joke.
So what is the right way to shave then?

First you wash in a lot of hot water.

Ah, they have just explained me.
All are coming now. Not a problem.

Listen. I know this is awkward.

But you're gonna be leaving town soon,
and now that everything seems set,

I thought I should mention I'm gonna
be calling Montserrat and asking her out.

I can't remember how everything was
before I was shot, but since then,

I've had this incredible feeling for her
which I've never had before.

And it's not some silly crush.

I've seen her in all sorts of different situations
and contexts, some of them really difficult.

You clearly realized the way things were
between you before she did,

and that was very hard for her

as it was hard for you before.

We spent hours on the phone together,
and she's so fascinating and charming

that I can't stand the thought
of going back without her.

I'm sure she'd like San Francisco
more than she'd like Chicago.

And it'd be great going to lake summers
with you and Greta there.

- God, you always do this.
- I always do this?

Couldn't you just try and be
a little sympathetic, a little cousinly?

- Pretend I'm one of your customers.
- Okay, okay.

But, Jesus, do we have to get into this now?
Things are a little tense.

I'm getting married,
and the bride hasn't shown up.

She'll show up.
She's gaga for you.

You think so?

I don't think she spent all that time in the hospital
just to see how War and Peace turned out.

Greta's actually looking forward
to the 80 channels of television

and the abundance of consumer products
in the US — it doesn't bother her at all.

Of course not. She's terrific.

You, more than anyone, should want Montserrat
to have some chance of happiness in life.

You're Montserrat's chance
for happiness in life?

Maybe.

What's your plan?
Are you gonna play it somewhat cool?

I'm gonna play it really cool.

Hello.

Please.

I know some people think
that the articles I wrote

were in some way related
to your shooting.

I don't agree that a journalist
should be criticized

for writing articles
he believes to be true.

But if anything I have done
caused you harm in any way,

please accept my sincere regret.

If there is anything I can do for you
in the future,

please do not hesitate, hmm?

Thank you very much.

Actually, I think there might be something.

That one.

These go with these
and those with those.

Fantastic.

- Incredible!
- You see? We're not such idiots.

Hola, Ted.

Mmm. Hamburguesas.
Van muy bien con pan con tomate, ¿sabes?

- ¿Sí?
- ¿Quedan tomates?

Sí. Vamos.

She's really beautiful.

- Yeah.
- I'm not sure how important that is.

No, I really like her.
There's one thing though.

She keeps asking about my underwear
and then smirking.

As if I'm supposed to know
what she's talking about.

What are "weekends of fun"?

Oh. That.

Mon-Montserrat was the same way.
Apparently, it's some Barcelona girl thing.

- That does sound familiar.
- Hmm. Odd.

That's one of the great things about getting
involved with someone from another country.

You can't take it personally.

What's really terrific
is that when we act in ways

which might objectively
seem asshole-ish or incredibly annoying,

they don't get upset at all.

They don't take it personally. They just
assume it's some national characteristic.

- Cosa de gringos.
- Yeah.

Fantastic.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.