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-looking dogs to grim-faced children.
But the best subject was Maria Elena herself.
Shopping one afternoon,
Vicky and Doug ran into Adam Tabachnick and Sally.
Adam was in the same business Doug
was in and they were friendly
although in New York,
they did not spend a lot of time together.
Oh, you've got to be kidding me.
Any program on TV, obviously anything live,
you can play back on your computer.
So I'm on a flight to Tokyo, 40,000 feet up in the air
and I am watching the Mets, live, on my laptop.
It's amazing. You're never out of touch.
We'll have the new house wired for everything.
I'm looking at those new Japanese high-definition TVs.
You have to have my guy do your installation.
He's a genius with computers.
I'll get his card.
We just did our place in Greenwich.
We have this wonderful decorator you should use.
He's creative, but he knows when to back off.
We did it modern, with just a splash of antiques here and there.
I love combining the two, but God, the prices.
You have any idea what a good size oriental rug costs?
She's right.
Actually, there's an old joke.
"A hundred thousand for a Persian rug?
Life continued predictably for Vicky and Doug
until one afternoon,
when an unpredictable moment occurred.
Several days later,
Judy asked Vicky to meet her privately,
away from the house, to have coffee.
What happened the other day.
I don't want you to get the wrong idea.
It's really none of my business.
I'm not having an affair with Mark's partner.
I'm not.
No, I didn't think you were.
Not that I haven't had fantasies of
someone coming along and taking me out of my situation.
But the fantasies are not Jay Lewis.
Even though he would like that. He would.
Taking you out of your situation?
I haven't been in love with Mark
for years.
I love him, but I'm not in love with him.
I'm sorry to hear that.
It's funny. I just made
I just made the same speech to my shrink.
Well, what does your shrink say?
He says
that I'm too frightened to act and that
l'm looking for some kind of magical solution
which is unrealistic.
And an affair is not the answer.
I'm sorry to be laying all of this on you
but I was so humiliated when you saw us.
I'm just
Look, you mustn't feel that
you have to explain yourself to me.
Mark is great.
I'm sure any
any dissatisfaction I have is my own problem.
I'm just
I can't leave him and I know that I never will.
Why not?
I just I can't.
I'm too scared.
The moment's passed.
It's so apparent to me that you
and Juan Antonio are still in love
when I see you together.
Our love will last forever.
It's forever, but it just doesn't work.
That's why it will always be romantic
because it cannot be complete.
Well, maybe it can't be complete because,
you know, I'm getting in the way or, I don't know. I feel like
- No. Before you if l
before you, we used to cause each other so much pain,
so much suffering.
Without you, all this would not be possible.
You know why?
Because you are the missing ingredient.
You are like the tint that, added to a palette,
makes the color beautiful.
Aren't you and Juan Antonio tempted to make love?
I feel like I don't know.
At the end of our marriage, we didn't.
But I have to say those feelings are coming back now,
thanks to you
in a new and deeper way.
I wouldn't be upset about it.
I'd never want to get in the way.
It wouldn't upset me at all.
I know you wouldn't be upset.
The same way I get this warm feeling
when I hear you both locked in passion every night.
I listen, and I'm happy.
Was Cristina okay with it when Maria Elena
and Juan Antonio made love one afternoon?
Beforehand, she gave them both her blessing,
but then had mixed feelings.
She was not 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.
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.
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.
If, if Juan Antonio had never existed, I'd be fine with Doug.
- Just, you'd Just fine? Just fine? - Yeah, as I planned.
How, how blunt do you want me to be?
When I look at Doug, I see Mark.
You're using me to rewrite your own history.
Despite Vicky's protestations
Judy was possessed with finding a way
to bring her and Juan Antonio together
and prevailed upon her friend,
Gabriella, who was a figure in the art world
to throw a party and invite Vicky and Juan Antonio.
Meanwhile, as predicted, without Cristina
the relationship between Juan Antonio
and Maria Elena had gone back to its old destructiveness.
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.
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.
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