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爱在日落余晖时 Before Sunset 中英文剧本 Do you consider the book to be autobiographical? Well, I mean isn't everything autobiographical? I mean, we all see the world through our own tiny keyhole, right? I mean, I always think of Thomas Wolfe. Have you ever seen that little one-page "Note to Reader", in the front of Look Homeward, Angel? Well, you know what I'm talking about? Anyway, he says that we are the sum of all the moments of our lives and that anybody who sits down to write will use the clay of their own life that you can't avoid that. So when I look at my own life, you know I have to admit, right, that i’ve …. I've never been around a bunch of guns, or violence. you know, not really. No political intrigue or a helicopter crash, right? But my life, from my own point of view, has been full of drama, right? And so I thought, if I could write a book... ...that could capture what it's like to really meet somebody-- One of the most exciting things that's happened to me is to meet somebody, make that connection. And if I could make that valuable, you know, to capture that would be the attempt, or.... Did I answer your question? I'll try to be more specific. Was there ever a French young woman on a train you met... ..and spent an evening with? See, to me, that.... I mean... -...that's not important, you know?-So that's a yes? All right, since I'm in France and thisis the last stop of my book tour, yes. Thank you. “Mr. Wallace, the book end son an ambiguous note. We don't know. Do you think they get back together in six months...like they promise each other? Like they promised?” I think how you answer that, you know, is.... It's a good test, right, if you're a romantic or a cynic. Right? I mean, you think they get back together, right? -You don't, for sure.-No. And you hope they do, but you're not sure. -That's why you're asking the question.- Do you think they get back together? I mean, did you in real life? Did I in real--? Look, in the words of my grandfather, okay: "To answer that would take the piss out of the whole thing." We just have the time for one last question. What is your next book? I don't know, man. I don't know. I've been....I've been thinking about this.... Well, I always kind of wanted to write a book......that all took place within the space of a pop song. Like three or four minutes long, the whole thing. The story, the idea, is that there's this guy, right... ...and he's totally depressed. His great dream was to be a lover, an adventurer, you know riding motorcycles through South America. And instead he's sitting at a marble table eating lobster. He's got a good job and a beautiful wife, right, but that-- Everything that he needs. But that doesn't matter... ...because what he wants is to fight for meaning. You know? Happiness is in the doing, right? Not in the getting what you want. So he's sitting there, and just that second... his little 5-year-old daughter hops up on the table. And he knows that she should get down, because she could get hurt. But she's dancing to this pop song in a summer dress. And he looks down... ...and all of a sudden, he's 1 6. And his high-school sweet heart is dropping him off at home. And they just lost their virginity, and she loves him... ...and the same song is playing on the car radio. And she climbs up and starts dancing on the roof of the car. And now he's worried about her. And she's beautiful, with a facial expression just like his daughter's. In fact, maybe that's why he even likes her. You see, he knows he's not remembering this dance... he's there. He's there, in both moments, simultaneously. .. And just for an instant, all his life is just folding in on itself. And it's obvious to him that time is a lie. That it's all happening all the time... ...and inside every moment is another moment... all happening simultaneously. Anyway, that's kind of the idea. Anyway. Our author has to be going to the airport soon... ...so thank you all very much for coming over this afternoon. And a special thanks to Mr. Wallace for being with us. Thank you. Thank you. We hope to see you here again with your next book. Merci a toutes et a tous qu'etre venus. Comme vous voyez y a du champagne,y a des petites choses ,donc servez vous. Thank you all. How much longer before I have to go to the airport? Oh, you should leave at 7:30-- -Seven-thirty at the very latest.-Okay. -Hi.-Hello. -How are you?-Good, and you? I'm good, yeah, I'm great. I'm.... Do you wanna, maybe, get a cup of coffee? Didn't he just say you have a plane to catch? Yeah. But, I mean, I have a little time. -Okay.-Yeah? All right, well, let me.... I'll meet you outside. Okay. Excuse me. I'm just gonna go out, get a cup of coffee. -I'll be back at 7:1 5.-Did you sign all these? -Yeah, I sure did.-Get your driver Philippe's card... ...so you can call his cell if you're running late. We'll put your bags in the car so you're not late. -All right, thanks for everything.-Thank you. Which one's Philippe? Philippe, passe lui ta carte pour qu'il forme ta numero portable. Merci. -I can't believe you're here.-I live here in Paris. Are you sure you don't have to stay? You're not supposed to talk more? They're sick of me. I spent the night here. -You did?-Yeah, they got a loft upstairs. -How are you? This is so weird.-I'm fine. -It's good to see you.-It's good to see you. -So you want to go to a cafe?-Yeah. Okay. There's one a little further that I like. I thought I was gonna totally lose it in there when I first saw you. How did you know I was gonna be here? It's my favorite bookstore in Paris. You can sit down for hours and read. I love it. There's fleas, but, you know.... I know. I think a cat slept on my head last night. I saw your picture on the calendar about a month ago... ...and that you were going to be here. It's funny, because I read an article on your book... -...and it sounded vaguely familiar.-Vaguely? Yeah. But I didn't put it all together until I saw your photo. So.... Did you have a chance to read it? Yes, l.... I was really, really surprised, as you can imagine. I mean, I had to read it twice, actually. -Yeah?-Yeah. Comme ci comme ca? No, I liked it. It's very romantic. I usually don't like that, but it's really well-written. -It's well-written. Congratulations. -All right. Thank you. -Wait.-What? Before we go anywhere, I have to ask you.... Sure. What? Did you show up in Vienna that December? -Did you?-No, I couldn't. But did you? -I need to know. It's important to me.-Why, if you didn't? Well, did you? No. Thank God you didn't. -Oh, my God.-Thank God you didn't. Thank God I didn't and you didn't. If one of us had showed up alone that would have sucked.-I was so concerned. I felt horrible about not being there, but I couldn't. My grandma died... ...and she was buried that day, December 1 6th. -The one in Budapest?-Yes. You remember that? -I remember everything.-Of course, it was in your book. But anyway, I was about to fly to Vienna, you know... ...and we heard the news about her, and of course I had to go to the funeral. Yeah, I'm sorry to hear that. I know. But you weren't there anyway. Wait. Why weren't you there? I would have been there if I could have. I made plans.... You better have a good reason. What? Oh, no. No, you were there, weren't you? Oh, no, that's terrible! I'm laughing, but I don't mean it. Did you hate me? You must've hated me. -Have you been hating me all this time? You have.-No. -Yes, you have.-No. But you can't hate me now, right? -I mean, my grandma---I don't hate you. It's no big deal. I flew all the way over there, you blew the thing off. My life's been a big nosedive since, but it's not a problem. -No, I'm kidding.-Don't say that. I can't believe it. You must have been so angry with me. I'm so sorry. I really wanted to be there, more than anything in the world. -Honestly, I swear---You can't be angry, my grandmother-- I know. I honestly thought that something like that might have happened. I was definitely bummed, but.... Mostly I was mad we hadn't exchanged any phone numbers or any information. That was so stupid. No way to get in touch. -Nothing to go on.-I didn't know your last name. Remember, we were both afraid if we started writing and calling... -...that it would slowly fade out.-it definitely wasn't a slow fade. No, it sure wasn't. We wanted to pick up where we left off. Which would have been fine if it had worked. Oh, well. So.... -How long were you in Vienna, then?-Just a couple days. Did you meet another girl? Yeah, her name was Gretchen and she was amazing. The book's really a composite of the two of you. No, I'm kidding. You wouldn't believe--I even went back to the train station. I put up signs of my number in the hotel in case you'd been delayed. -I was a total dork.-Let's go this way. Did you get any calls? Just a couple hookers looking for a gig. No, it was awful, I mean, what do you want me to say? It's so sad. I'm so sorry. I walked around for a couple days. Eventually, I flew home. I owed my dad 2000 bucks... ...who had warned me about French chicks. What did he tell you about French women? Nothing. He's never met any French women. He's never been east of the Mississippi. Why didn't you put, "Six months later, the French bitch didn't show up"? No, but I did, I did. -You did?-Yeah. No. I made it more hopeful. I wrote this fictional version where you do show up. -Oh, what happens?-Well.... What? We make love for about 1 0 days straight, that's one part of it. -Interesting. So the French slut, right?-Yeah, exactly. It's just then they get to know each other better... ...and realize they don't get along at all. -I like that. It's more real.-My editor didn't think that way. Everyone wants to believe in love. It sells. Yeah, exactly, so.... So things are going well for you, right? I mean.... -Your book is a bestseller in the U.S.-It's a tiny bestseller. -Oh, come on.-All right. Officially, yes. Most people haven't read Moby Dick. Why should they read my book? I haven't read Moby Dick and I liked your book. -Thanks.-Even though... ...I thought you idealized the night of it. Come on, it's officially a fiction, right? -I'm supposed to---I know, I know. I know. I thought there were times where you made me.... Well, I mean, her, right? No, me. Okay, whatever. -A little bit neurotic.-You are a bit like that, aren't you? -You think I'm neurotic?-No, no, no. Come on, I'm kidding. Where did I do that? I didn't do that. Oh, maybe it's just me, you know.... Reading something, knowing the character is storied based on you... ...it's both flattering and disturbing at the same time. How is it disturbing? I don't know. Just being part of someone else's memory. Seeing myself through your eyes. How long did it take you to write it? Three or four years, on and off. Wow, that's a really long time to be writing about one night. Yeah, I know. Tell you about it. I always assumed you had forgotten me. No, I had a pretty clear picture of you in my mind. -I have to tell you something. I just....-What? I've wanted to talk to you for so long that now-- It's just surreal, you know? I feel like everything should be-- How long do we have? Twenty minutes and 30 seconds? We got more than that. I wanna know about you. Tell me, what are you doing? What are you up to? Where to start? I work for Green Cross. It's an environmental organization. What are they all about? We basically work on different environment issues... ...from clean water to disarmament of chemical weapons. International laws that deal with the environment. -What do you do for them?-We're going this way. Different things. Like, last year I was in India for quite a while, working on a water-treatment plant. Well, the cotton industry there is a major source of pollution, so.... I mean, it sounds like you're actually doing something. Most people, myself included, just sit around and bitch. You know, how America's consuming all the world's resources, SUVs suck... ...global warming is real-- I'm relieved to hear you're not one of those "freedom fries" Americans. Hey, you know....But how'd you get into that? I came out of political science, hoping to work for the government. -And I did for a little while. Terrible.-Not good? Yeah, no. anyway, I got really tired--Let's go this way. Having this endless conversation with friends... ...about how the world was falling to pieces. So I decided what I really wanted to do was... ...to find things that could be fixed and try to fix them, you know? You know, I always thought you'd be doing something cool like that. I did. Thanks. I just feel really, really lucky to be doing a job I like, you know? Yeah. I actually alternate in between thinking everything is irrevocably screwed up... ...and things might begetting better in ways. Better? How could you possibly say that? Well, I just mean, you know, like.... I know it sounds weird, but there are things to be optimistic about. Okay.... I know your book is selling, which is great, I'm very happy for you. But let me break the news to you: The world is a mess right now. From a Western view, things are getting a bit better. We're moving industry to developing nations where we can get cheap labor... ...free of any environmental laws. The weapon industry is booming. Five million people die a year from preventable water disease. How is the world getting better? I'm not angry, I'm not angry. But come on, I want to know. I'm interested. I realize that there are a lot of serious problems in the world. -Okay. Thank you.-I mean, I don't even have... -...one publisher in the Asian market.-Okay. All right. -Say stop.-What? Stop. Look, all I'm saying is there's more awareness. People are gonna fight back. The world might be getting better because people like you... ...are educated and speaking out. Even the very notion of conservation, environmental issues... ...weren't in the vocabulary till fairly recently. And they're becoming the norm and eventually might be what's expected. I agree with what you're saying, but at the same time it's dangerous. An imperialist country can use that kind of thinking... ...to justify their economic greed. Is there any particular imperialist country you have in mind, there, Frenchie? -No, not really.-No? Bonsoir! -So you wanna sit over there?-Yeah, this is perfect. Oh, wow. Maybe what I'm saying is... ...the world might be evolving the way a person evolves. Like, I mean, me, for example. Am I getting worse? Am I improving? I don't know. When I was younger, I was healthier... ...but I was wracked with insecurity, you know? Now I'm older and my problems are deeper... ...but I'm more equipped to handle them. So, what are your problems? Right now I don't have any. I don't, you know? I'm just... ...damn happy to be here. Me too. So how long have you been in Paris? I got in last night. I've done 1 0 cities in 1 2 days. I'm wrecked. I'm so glad it's over, you know? I'm tired of being a huckster. -Hi.-Hello. Qu'est que je vous sers? What do you want? A cup of coffee. Un cafe et un citron presse, s'il vous plait. God, I love this cafe. I wish they had places like this in the U.S. Yeah, I missed cafes when I was living over there. I mean, I find a few places I really liked, but there was-- -You were living in the U.S.?-Yes, from '96 to '99. I was studying at NYU. Oh, God, don't tell me that, Celine. -What?-No, it's just-- -Nothing, I mean, l---What? I've been living in New York since '98.We were there at the same time. -In New York?-Yeah. That's weird. It actually crossed my mind a few times that I might run into you... ...but the odds are so slim, right? So.... I didn't even know what city you were in. -Weren't you somewhere in Texas?-Yeah, yeah, definitely. I just--I was for a long time. I just, you know, wanted to try New York. What brought you back here? I had finished my master's, for one... ...and no visa, no more visa. And I was starting to get paranoid. All the violence in the medias: Gang violence, murders, especially serial killers.... But the final straw was... ...one night I heard some noise on my fire escape... ...so I called 91 1,and the cops came eventually. -Like three hours later.-Yeah, after I had been raped and killed. No, but it was a man and a woman officer. I was explaining what I had heard... ...when the woman had to go move the police car. I was left alone with the male cop. Right away he asked me if I had a gun, and I said, "No, of course not." And he told me, "Well, you better think about getting one. This is America, not France. Okay? " And I said to him, "l have no idea how to shoot a gun... ...and I have no interest in firearms whatsoever." And that's when he pulled out his gun, like this, and he went: "Well, one day, you're gonna have something like this in your face... ...and if you wanna have a long life... ...you're gonna have to choose between you or them." And then they left. And the next morning called for an application to get a gun. Me with a gun. I mean, that's really scary. But then I realized something was wrong. The way that cop had pulled his gun out, and everything, right? So I canceled my demand for the gun... ...and I called the police and tried to complain about that cop. -What happened with that?-It was so much paperwork... ...and then I got scared, with my shitty student visa-- -Thought you'd get deported?-Exactly. I gave up... ...and forgot about the whole thing. -Well, I guess I never forgot.-Obviously. But still, you know, I really enjoyed being there. -There's lots of things I miss in the U.S.-Yeah? Like what? Well.... The overall good mood people have there. Like, even if it can be bullshit sometimes. Like, "How you doing? " "Great." "How you doing? " "Great!" "Have a great day!" I don't know. Parisians can be so grumpy. Have you noticed? No, everybody seems pretty happy to me. -They're not happy. No.-They're not happy? No, they are. I don't know. I just mean French men. They drive me nuts. What is it? What about them? Well, they're very nice. They're great, you know, to be around. They love food, wine, they're great cooks. But I've had really bad luck with them. Why? What do you mean? -Well, I guess they're not as---What? What's the word? -Horny? They're not as horny.-Horny? Wait, listen to me on this one. In that regard, I am proud to be an American. And you should be. In that regard only. Merci. Have you ever spent time in Eastern Europe? Eastern-- No, I don't. Thank you. I remember as a teenager went to Warsaw... ...when it was still a strict communist regime. -Which I don't approve of at all.-Sure you don't. -No, I don't.-I'm just kidding. But anyway, something about being there was very interesting. After a couple of weeks, something changed in me. The city was quite gloomy and gray... ...but after a while, my brain seemed clearer. I was writing more in my journal... -...ideas I'd never thought of before---Communist ideas? -Listen, I'm not---I'm sorry, l-- -Okay.-Go on. Okay. I'll send you to a gulag later. No. But it took me a while to figure out why I felt so different. One day, as I was walking through the Jewish cemetery... ...I don't know why, but it occurred to me there... ..I realized that I had spent the last two weeks away from most of my habits. TV was in a language didn't understand... ...there was nothing to buy, no advertisements anywhere... ...so all I'd been doing was... ...walk around, think, and write. My brain felt like it was at rest... ...free from the consuming frenzy. It was almost like a natural high. I felt so peaceful inside. No strange urge to be somewhere else... ...to shop.... It could have seemed like boredom at first... ...but it be