Stockholm

You know what she wanted? To go to Bristol.

Yeah.

- Or Holland, near Amsterdam. - Right...

Haarlem. Like Harlem, but with two "a" s.

- Haarlem. - Yeah.

- Have you been? - Where?

- Holland, Amsterdam. - Yeah.

Me too.

But now it's not Bristol or Haarlem.

Where's she going?

- It's worse... - Worse?

- Yeah, much worse. - Why? Where's she going?

- To Stockholm. - Stockholm?

- Yeah, Stockholm. - Great, right?

- Yeah, like fuck. - Well...

Right.

- But, you... - What?

- It's all OK with her? - We argued the other day.

- Why? - Nothing.

- Yeah. - It's...

It's what?

- She's got a friend there. - And?

- She's going to screw him. - What?

Yeah, really.

- But Laura's a sweetie. - Yeah, but in Stockholm...

- You think they're...? - Yeah

Anybody would... you know.

You would screw her.

Wouldn't you?

I would screw the girl you were fucking before.

- That's good to know. - So...?

- So, what? - Would you screw Laura?

- Do I like her? - No, it's very simple.

A night like this, you meet, have a drink, laugh...

Wouldn't you ask her home?

- Yes. - There you are.

- Hi. - Hi.

And I remember that at Omar's party you two were talking.

What?

I was sleeping in Omar's bed, but I wasn't asleep.

- And? - I saw you.

What did you see?

It's OK, you turn Laura on and she turns you on.

You're drunk, I don't know what you mean.

- It's cool. - No, what the hell do you mean?

Laura told me that you were about to get it together.

- Come on it! - No, really, it was close.

Do you believe that shit?

I know you did nothing, but don't lie to me,

you would screw her, that's all.

You're smashed.

- Yeah, but... - Yeah, but what?

You want to tell me something?

Fuck, no!

- So that's it, right? - Yeah.

I'm going to buy a ticket when I get home.

To Stockholm?

For the first month, to see if I catch her out.

- You're crazy. - How much will it be?

- A lot. - I just want to see her face.

They won't do anything the first month.

- Later, you mean? - Sure, but not the first month.

Too soon.

Three months.

You're right.

What a slut.

Hello.

Hello.

You won't believe this.

Go on.

I don't know how to tell you because...

It's surreal, I iust walked past you and I fell in love.

- Right. - Right,

I know it's incredible, so what'll we do?

Give me your number, I'll call you.

No, no, here,

a gift.

- What is this? - Keep them.

If you won't sleep with me, I don't want them.

Listen,

really, forget it.

- Come. - Yes.

- Let's go for a beer. - We'll go to that place.

- No more beer... - I'm dead...

- Where do you want to go? - Me?

I want to stay here.

- And you? - I want a beer, and you?

- I really don't care. - Great, choose somewhere else.

- OK, I will. - Good.

And you?

Home.

- Your home? - Yes.

I hope your parents aren't there.

- You really want to go home? - I'm tired.

Come on, let's pick a place.

I know.

We'll buy some beer and go to my place, it's 5 minutes away.

Perfect! But I'll end sleeping on your couch.

Girls...

- But... - But what?

Don't worry, I'm going home.

- On your own? - Yes.

- I'll go with you. - No, stay on, you're having fun.

Why don't you two go on your own?

- Us? - Yes.

Fuck, I don't know.

I'm going, if you lot want to come...

I'm going home.

All right.

I'll go with her.

I'll go with you, themve got a plan...

Girls, don't worry, I'll get a taxi.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

- But we agreed to... - It's OK, I'll get one down there.

- All right... - See you, OK?

- Bye. - Ciao.

We'd agreed that we'd stay with her...

- It's no big deal. - I think she enjoyed herself...

What are you doing?

I'm going home.

You ended up on your own.

- Well, you're here. - What?

So I'm not on my own.

Don't count on me.

Are you always so negative?

All I've heard from you

are negative phrases:

"I don't want to go out", "Don't count on me", "Not todam'.

- You really dislike me that much? - Yes.

May I know why?

- I don't like people like you. - Like me?

- You know what I'm like? - It shows.

You're lucky,

I've got no idea what you're like.

Yeah.

So, what am I like, if I may know?

Like that, sure of yourself,

you think you're wonderful.

I bet you look in the mirror every day

and can't believe your eyes.

A good friend to your male friends,

but a bastard with girls. What they call a cool guy.

You're not very original.

I thought you'd say something more interesting.

You should have stayed with the girls, themd suit you better.

Do theythink they're wonderful too?

I guess they do,

but mostly because you want to have fun,

and themre more fun.

Just as well I'm meeting them at m' y place.

So why are you here?

I wanted to change your mind.

- Seriously, what are you doing? - I'm seeing you home.

And you didn't think that maybe I don't want you to?

Don't you want me to?

No.

- Another negative. - Yes.

Wow, a yes!

- You're being a real pain. - Ok, I'm sorry, really.

I'll stop bothering you.

- I mean it, eh? - I know.

Thanks.

- Give it a break. - I'm going in the same direction.

Don't you have a friend you can laugh with?

- I came with one, but... - Did you dump him?

- I explained to him. - What?

- About you. - About me?

About what happened to me with you...

That I fell in love with you.

And he understood?

Well, actually he didn't.

- Didn't he? - He said that: One,

- you're better looking than I am. - I totally agree.

So do I.

And two, you looked bitter and you'd fucking ignore me.

I guess you'll forget it tomorrow morning.

I said that too.

And three, he said you're too young for me. What'll we do?

- Your friend is a genius. - Yes.

- He could have come, not you. - He's not your stme.

So you're much more my style, right?

I don't know why you won't accept it.

You're unbelievable.

- And you left him there? - Yes, he'll find something...

Something! Whatever, a girl, a garbage bin.

Men are the pits.

- We're romantic. - You call that being romantic?

We look for love everyhere, no matter how unlikely it may be.

So you believe in us no matter how unlikely it may be.

If you only knew how much I believe in us.

Listen, really,

you haven't got a chance.

I don't want to be rude,

but I really want to go home on my own.

Should I go back to my pal?

Or to myfriends, if that's what you arranged.

Really, you'll have more fun.

I wasioking about that, I told them I was going home.

Well, I bet you can still find your friend.

OK, I'll go back there. I'm really sorry if I bothered you.