INTERIOR: TRAIN - AFTERNOON The Eurail rolls along. Inside, passengers sleep, read, and stare out the window. A few walk up and down the aisles. C00ELINE, a young woman in her mid-twenties, is curled up in her seat
reading Georges Bataille's Story of the Eye. Strikingly attractive, she plays it down by wearing no makeup, a loose-fitting vintage dress, and flat shoes. She continues reading while taking an occasional bite of a chocolate bar. Sitting four rows back and on the other side of the aisle, JESSE, also mid-twenties, is engrossed in Klaus Kinski's memoir,
All I Need Is Love. Casually good-looking but a little scruffy, he dresses in the jeans and T-shirt mode. Suddenly a couple, two fortyish types who have been arguing semiquietly in the seat behind
CELINE, start yelling at each other in German. The
WIFE takes a swipe at the newspaper the
HUSBAND has been screening himself behind.
WIFE Will you put down that damn newspaper and listen to me?
HUSBAND What've I been doing the last thirty minutes? Would you shut up for Chrissake?
WIFE You shut up! How dare you tell me to shut up! It's the same damn thing all over again! I can't believe-
HUSBAND I said shut up! I'm putting down my newspaper and telling you to shut up.
CELINE suddenly gets up, grabs her bag, and starts looking for another seat. A few rows back, she finds a seat across the aisle from
JESSE. Before sitting down, they make brief eye contact and kind of shake their heads and smile at the tension. Just as she settles in and goes back to her book, the
WIFE gets up and storms down the aisle.
CELINE follow her with their eyes, and as she passes them they find they are looking right at each other. He makes a funny "uh-oh" face.
JESSE Do you have any idea what they're arguing about? Do you speak English?
CELINE Yes. But no, I don't know. My German is not that good. (a beat) Have you ever heard that as couples get older they lose their ability to hear each other?
CELINE Supposedly men lose their ability to hear higher-pitched sounds and women eventually lose hearing on the low end. I guess they sort of nullify each other or something.
JESSE Must be nature's way of allowing couples to grow old together and not kill each other, I guess. There's a slightly awkward moment where they don't know if they should continue talking or not. She glances back down at her book but he keeps looking at her.
What are you reading? She holds up the book so he can see what it is.
CELINE How about you? He shows her what he's reading. Neither has much to say about the other's reading material.
There are so many weird people on the train, no? Last week on my way to Budapest I was sitting and talking with four other people in the lounge car and it turned out that three of them had killed people.
JESSE No way.
CELINE Really. One was a war veteran, one had murdered her boyfriend, and another had caused a bad car wreck.
JESSE So you were the only one who hadn't killed anyone?
CELINE No, I was one of them. Which one do you think? She laughs and he slowly joins her.
JESSE I know what you mean. I've met some weirdos. There was this British guy sitting across from me the other day who kept throwing his body against the back of his chair, yelling about how we should all join together and stop the train. He was saying, "Everybody, now, we can stop technology. All together . . ."
CELINE So what happened? He demonstrates by throwing his body against his seat.
JESSE And you know, me and a few others tried for a while, but we couldn't stop technology. The
WIFE who stormed away earlier suddenly comes back and the argument resumes, right in front of them.
I was thinking about going to the lounge car sometime soon. You wanna go?
CELINE We better. They get up and walk to the door of their car. He pushes the door open button, and as the door opens he extends his hand toward her.
JESSE Oh, I'm Jesse. It's James, actually, but my whole life everyone's called me Jesse.
CELINE So it's Jesse James?
JESSE No, just Jesse.
CELINE Celine. They proceed through the door and
CELINE pushes the door open button to enter the next car. There is some confusion as to who is opening the door for whom before
CELINE proceeds and
JESSE follows her toward the lounge car.
INTERIOR: LOUNGE CAR - AFTERNOON They sit at a table, eating chips and taking an occasional swig from a drink.
JESSE So how do you speak such good English?
CELINE I went to school for a summer in Los Angeles and I've spent some time in London. How do you speak such good English?
JESSE I'm American.
CELINE I know. It's a joke. I knew you were American, and, of course, you don't speak any other language.
JESSE Yeah, yeah, I'm the dumb, vulgar American who has no culture. But I tried. I want you to know I took four years of French. I tried, I was ready. When I was in Paris, I was standing in line at the metro going, "Un billet, s'il vous plaît. Un billet, s'il vous plaît." And then I got up to the window, I looked at the lady, and blanked out. "Uh, uh, I need a ticket for the subway." No more French for me. (a beat)
So where are you headed?
CELINE Back to Paris. My class starts next week.
JESSE Where do you go to school?
CELINE La Sorbonne. You know?
JESSE Sure. But you were in Budapest?
CELINE Yeah, I was visiting my grandmother.
JESSE How is she?
CELINE Okay. How about you-where are you going?
CELINE What's there?
JESSE I don't know. I'm flying out of there tomorrow morning.
CELINE Are you on holiday?
JESSE I don't know what I'm on. I've just been traveling around the last two or three weeks.
CELINE Were you visiting friends, or just going around on your own?
JESSE I visited a friend in Madrid for a while, but mostly I've just been . . . (new thought)
I got one of those Eurail passes, and you know what's fascinating about traveling around? You spend all this time trying to reach your destination, you get there, you look around, it's never exactly what you'd hoped, you head off somewhere else, and hope for something better.
CELINE It's like getting ready for a party, getting there, and falling asleep. That's why when I'm traveling I kind of force myself not to expect anything from anywhere or anyone. And then, whatever happens is a surprise. The most insignificant thing can become an endless subject of interest, no?
JESSE That's what I like about traveling-you can sit down, maybe talk to someone interesting, see something beautiful, read a good book, and that's enough to qualify as a good day. You do that at home and everyone thinks you're a bum.
CELINE I like that though. But it's like my favorite American writers. They describe everything you wouldn't want to live through, and yet you cannot stop reading of this exciting, boring life.
JESSE So what do you study?
CELINE Literature. But I haven't decided yet what I really want to do.
JESSE Do you want to write?
CELINE Yeah, but . . . (new thought)
I kind of had this obsession a few years ago about creating a new form of expression. It was of course an abstract and lost quest, but I was feeling all art forms seemed used up. I was especially rejecting words. They seemed so rusted and dirty. And they've been used for such evil ends. Sometimes, you know, language is so limited. It's like . . . if you think about it . . . She holds her hands out fairly wide and round.
This is an individual's mental experience and perception and . . . She holds her hands together and forms a small circle.
This is how much can be expressed through language. We just don't have words for so many of the impressions we have. She parts her hands and gestures to the large outer circle.
So most of our life we will never be able to express to anyone. They sit there for an extended moment, neither sure what to say next. Suddenly JESSE smiles and jokingly starts to get up.
JESSE So I guess . . . that's it-it's been nice not communicating with you. They both laugh.
Really, though, I basically agree with you, and maybe it's a sad fact of life, but I think it doesn't bother me that much. Maybe I'm wrong about this, but I think that lack of communication frustrates women more than men.
CELINE Yes, because men are perfectly content to sit in front of TV all day drinking beer and watching sports.
JESSE Yeah, that's true, but have you ever done that? I did it once with a friend of mine. Drank some beer, had some chips, and watched a couple of games. It was the first time in years I literally jumped for joy. On some level it's sticking your head in the sand, but on another I think it must serve some tribal purpose.
CELINE I actually agree with you. I kind of like sports. It's one of these few times when men are treated like stupid objects . . . I'm joking. So you haven't told me what you do. Are you still in school?
JESSE Nah, I never graduated from college.
CELINE Are you working?
JESSE I have a stupid job like everyone else.
CELINE Is it boring? You're not happy?
JESSE No, it's a decent job. I don't get paid that much. I don't do that much.
CELINE So what is the job?
JESSE I write for a newspaper, the Fort Worth Star-Telegram, and pretty much get to do what I want there creatively, so it's okay.
CELINE So you write?
CELINE So has this trip been good for you?
JESSE Yeah. I mean, on one level, it sucked, but sitting on a train and staring out the window for days on end has actually been kind of great.
CELINE What do you mean?
JESSE I've had an idea I probably would never have had otherwise. Can I tell you about it?
JESSE Some friends of mine are these cable access producers-you know, anyone can produce a program, and they have to show it. I got really jazzed about it. I imagined a show I want to produce that would last an entire year, twenty-four hours a day. I want to get 365 different video producers around the world to each make their own twenty-four-hour-long document of real time, capturing life around them just as it is lived. So it'd be people waking up, taking a long shower, getting a cup of coffee and reading the paper for twenty minutes, a long drive to work.
CELINE You mean all those boring, mundane things everyone has to do every day of their life?
JESSE I was going to say the poetry of day-to-day life. I mean, why is your dog so great just for sleeping in the sun? And a guy getting money out of a bank machine is a moron?
CELINE So you can put on the TV at any time of the day and see what other people are doing at the same time.
JESSE Right. It's like parallel lives.
CELINE That's great. I once lived in a big apartment I was sharing with friends, and we could see ten other apartments from the window. I would cut down the light, sit at the window, and watch them sitting on a couch doing nothing. It was fascinating.
JESSE That's the trick. Life is not really about drama. That we all do the same shit and going to some market in Arabia is the same as going to Kmart in Miami. People believe they are missing out, that everyone else has this great and exciting life and they don't. I mean, we all have to get dressed, feed the kids, get our driver's license renewed, look up what time the afternoon matinee starts, lose ourselves in entertainment, lose ourselves in sex, routine, getting a little too drunk, buying a present for someone you don't like very much-you feel guilty about not liking them, so you spend a little too much money.
CELINE So, it's like a National Geographic program on people?
CELINE I can see it: twenty-four boring hours and a three-minute sex scene where he falls asleep right after.
JESSE Exactly. And that would be an exciting episode. Maybe you and your friends can do one of those episodes from Paris. The key to making this work would be in the distribution. Getting the tapes from town to town on time . . . But it would play continuously twenty-four hours for a year on stations around the world. The waiter finally arrives and gives them the menus.
INTERIOR: LOUNGE CAR - LATE AFTERNOON Some time has passed. They have dirty dishes in front of them. They seem more relaxed with each other, more forthright, less self-conscious, a little more intimate.
CELINE My parents have never really spoken of the possibility of my falling in love or getting married or having children. Even as a little girl, they wanted me to think about a future career as a TV newscaster, or dentist, or something like that.
Anchorwoman . . .
CELINE Yeah, I'd say to my dad I wanted to be a writer and he'd say journalist. I'd say I wanted to have a refuge for stray cats and he'd say veterinarian. I'd say I wanted to be an actress and he'd say TV newscaster. It was this constant conversion of my fanciful ambitions into practical moneymaking ventures.
JESSE Parents just want you to have a nice career so they can tell their friends something interesting. (a beat)
I musta had a pretty decent bullshit detector when I was a kid. I always knew when they were lying to me. By the time I was in high school, I was dead set on listening to what everyone thought I should be doing with my life and then almost systematically doing the opposite. They weren't really mean about it. All their typical ambitions sounded so mediocre.
CELINE If you have parents that never fully contradict anything you want to do and are basically nice and supportive, it makes it harder to officially complain, even when they are wrong. It's this passive-aggressive shit. I can't stand it.
Excerpted from Before Sunrise & Before Sunset by Richard Linklater, Kim Krizian, Julie Delpy, and Ethan Hawke. Copyright © 2005 by Richard Linklater. Excerpted by permission of Vintage, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.