- The fuck was that?
- Huh?
- That sound. It sounded like... I don't know, like an elephant trying to play the trumpet or something like that.
- I didn't hear anything.
- C'mon, it was so fucking loud!
- I swear I did not hear anything.
- Maybe I imagined it...
- Yeah.
(...)
- Now! Did you heard?! Come on! It was so fucking clear this time!
- Charlie? Are you ok?
- It came from outside, probably from the bar!
- Charlie? Where are you going?
- I'm going to that bar, I'm sure something is happening.
- Oh boy, you are going insane. That bar is closed. It's been closed the last eight years, it has not been open for one day since we came to live here.
- Are you kidding me? We've been in that bar so many times. We met in that bar.
- Well, Charlie, I'm calling the hospital, you are definitely having a relapse. Sit in here and be calm, everything will be ok.
- The fuck are you saying now? I'm not fucking insane. I haven't been in an hospital in my entire life. I think you are the one who is having a relapse, Carl.
- Yeah Charlie, you are right, let me call to the hospital.
- No. You are not calling anyone.
- But Charlie, I'm going insane, I need help. I can't remember where we met, I can't hear that sound, I couldn't even remember who of us is the insane one!
- I'll help you Carl, I promise you. You have to trust me. We don't need anyone. Now, let me go to that bar and see what' happening.
- Please, Charlie, but what if when you go to that bar I have an attack? I'm so scared right now Charlie, don't leave me. Please, Charlie, please. You can't leave me...
- Carl...
- Give me that phone. I'll call to the hospital, somebody will treat me, you'll go to that bar and see what's happening.... and then we'll be back home. Everything we'll be fine.
- Carl, no, Carl, NO. I'm going to that bar right now, and you are coming with me. You are not leaving me again. I will show you the truth and then you'll be ok. You don't need medication, therapy or any of that shit. The only thing you need is the truth.
- Charlie... no...
- Do you love me Carl? Do you trust me?
- Of course I do.
- Let's go to that bar.
(...)
- Carl.
- Charlie.
- Carl...
- What? What's the problem Charlie?
- There is not a bar here.
- Yeah, I know, I can see it.
- So? Why were we discussing if the bar was or wasn't open if there ain't even a fucking bar here?
- I don't know, maybe we are just two insane pals in at a madhouse...
- It could be.
- ... or maybe we are just human.