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I feel...

disgusting.

Why?

- I'm a liar. - So what.

He wrote me that he misses me.

He called me to tell me he loved me.

And I answered him: "I miss you too".

But that is not true.

You don't know what you want.

But I know what I feel, I love you.

Maybe him too... But I certainly love you more.

I love you too.

We use the same language I use when I lie to him.

What time do you fly?

At seven.

Will you meet at the Paris airport?

Yes.

- What are you going to tell him? - What do you want me to tell him?

I'm not going to tell you what to do.

- Tell me what you would like me to do. - It's the same.

It would help me decide.

- He wants you to live with him there? - Yes.

- Does he want to marry you? - I guess.

Finally.

What do you want me to say?

I want you to tell me if there is a future for you and me.

- The future? - Yes.

- How should I answer that? - Yes or no.

I can't see the future.

You don't have to see it if you know it's there.

- What time is your flight? - At seven.

So seven?

Ok, it's four now...

I'm going to get Michael's truck, and I'll take you to JFK.

I can take a taxi.

No, I want it. Can you wait for me?

- How much? - Half past one.

- And then what? - Then I will tell you the future.

- At 5:30? - No mistake.

5 and 30'.

My time is up. I'll call you right away.

- Excuse me, do you have 25 cents? - Yes.

Here I am again.

Good.

Hello.

- Sorry. - No problem.

Thank you.

See you

Maybe.

Margaret?

It's me, Bill.

It's important.

I have to ask you something.

I want you to tell me if there is a future for you and me.

Yes or no.

You don't have to see it if you know it's there.

See you at the bar in 10 minutes.

You owe me money.

Has Margaret come?

Give me a beer?

You owe me money.

I owe a lot of money.

"But those hours of worldly pleasure

were followed by others, of deep depression

in which he felt eternally damned".

Will you give me the truck? To take Emily to the airport.

He's finally leaving you, huh?

She's just going to France because she got a job for 3 months, ok?

- Have you heard the news? - What news?

- Margaret left her husband. - Are you sure?

I guess I heard from Trish.

Michael... something happened between me and Margaret.

Is it? What?

- Something romantic. - Please?

- Romantic. - Romantic?

We kissed.

Once.

Romantic...

Yes.

- When? - A couple of weeks ago.

How?

We were at a party.

She and Walter had an argument.

She was upset.

I offered her a drink. She cried on my shoulder.

I told her a joke.

And we kissed.

And what about Emily?

She asked me to tell her the future.

Emily is an extraordinary girl.

I always liked Margaret.

- I would play it safe. - Right?

Emily loves you and you love her.

Ali is going to France for three months.

- You don't trust her? - He'll find someone as soon as he sees my back.

It's complicated, because Margaret is married to Walter.

- She left him outright. - That's right.

- But it can come back to him. - It happens all the time.

Unless I play well right away.

It might be the only way to be sure.

Look, Margaret is very confused right now,

she doesn't need to get involved with someone like you.

With someone like me? What do you want to say?

- You know what I mean. - No, I don't know.

You are not serious.

You mean, as serious as Walter.

Walter is quite a successful character and quite well-liked.

It's embarrassing.

There's no point in her leaving him for a stupid flirtation with someone like you.

Every time I see you, you're with another girl.

So?

I'm lucky.

You're not lucky, you're easy.

You can't just jump from one cute ass to another

without making any effort at all.

- What about Emily? - What about Emily?

We've been dating for six months now, and I haven't cheated on her once.

So what? You want a medal?

Here, take my cigarettes.

What's wrong with you? Are you mad?

Your problems are trivial.

Gentlemen...

Excuse me.

My girlfriend of six months is going to Paris for three months.

She is beautiful, young, intelligent...

and very conscientious.

She says she loves me and will miss me terribly.

Also, her ex is in Paris.

He is very smart, talented and successful.

Very nice guy.

Before she left,

she wanted me to tell her if there was a future for us.

For her and me.

My question is:

Am I right to want more time, more evidence?

Is it wrong...

...that I'm so...

...scared?

It is very important to keep the girl in your sphere of influence at all times.

Of course, it is difficult to do since it is in another country.

I wouldn't feel guilty about that fear of loss.

People are people and things happen.

But maybe what would happen would not be serious.

I would write many letters, preferably every day.

And I don't think it's a bad idea to tell her honestly,

before she leaves, to have that fear of not losing her.

She is young.

Maybe she's sensitive.

It sounds harsh and manipulative, but remember,

she's not going anywhere

she is going to Paris, France.

Establishing control over someone is an act of love.

Providing affection and security are two basic elements of love.

Love doesn't ask for proof.

Viewed in this way, love is a type of faith.

If faith required proof, it would not be faith.

But to make a difference,

love is an act and faith is a possibility.

The best possible approach...

to this dilemma...

is for the two of you to face reality firmly,

as it is.

Cruel, rough, cold

and totally indifferent to individuals.

I don't want to sound hopeless and out of ideas,

the fact is you can't do anything to keep her love

but be as human as possible.

Hi Walter.

- Was Bill coming? - It's in the toilet.

Give me a bottle of Jack Daniels and two glasses.

Hi Walter.

- How are you Bill? - Do you mind if I sit down?

No, what would I mind?

- What are you going to do with it? - I'm going to kill myself.

- Do is pretty stupid. - Yes, maybe I should kill Margaret.

No, you're not going to kill anyone.

Maybe I should kill you.

- Why me? - Because you are single and without obligations.

I'm sorry.

Why does this work for me?

- I don't know Walter. - She used to love me, why not anymore?

- People change. - I don't.

- Maybe you will. - I don't want to change.

- Sometimes you have no choice. - Have you changed?

- I'm constantly changing. - That's why girls love you so much.

- They don't like me that much. - Margareta loves you.

That's what she said?

Walter... nothing happened between Margaret and me.

- But it could. - It couldn't.

What, don't you think she's pretty?

- She is very beautiful. - But she's my wife, for God's sake!

Why is it impossible? Why can't anything happen?

- Because I'm in love with Emily. - You're lying!

- What? - You never loved anyone in your life.

You change girls like dirty laundry, you have no idea what commitment is.

- I don't have to sit and listen to this. - Yes, you must.

- I need to take Emily to the airport. - Have a drink.

Have you ever thought about settling down?

- Occasionally. - Lately?

A little.

- With Emily? - Probably.

She is a good woman.

Yes, it is.

You should propose to her.

- You think? - Yes.

Yes, you are right.

Do it now.

Please?

Call her on the phone.

Come on.

Call.

Does anyone want to do something. The guy has a gun, for God's sake!

If anyone moves, I'll kill them. I swear to God, I will kill him.

Call.

It's busy.

Shit!

Get in touch.

Yes?

It's Margaret.

What?

No, don't worry about it... No, really.

Walter is here. Do you want to talk to him?

- He hit him in the head! - Let's take him to the hospital quickly!

This is not good.

- Can you clean it? - Yes.

I'll give you some painkillers, but it's definitely going to hurt.

Are you allergic to novacaine?

Good.

Your upper lip is torn in three.

- Do you feel it? - I think so.

You have two lacerations, one across your left cheek.

- And you can feel that? - Yes.

Are you having trouble breathing?

- No. - Good

Now I'm going to inject the Novacain directly into your wound.

Good.

I'm telling you that because I want you to know what's going on.

- I will need cooperation. - Good.

This is going to sting a little.

There will be more injections.

I know.

- I know. - Breathe.

- One on this side. - Don't forget to breathe.

This won't last. It turns out for you.

Novocaine has nowhere to stay.

That's in your mouth now, novacain. Not blood. Do you want to spit?

Think of something.

- Something specific. - I'm trying.

What do you mean?

To the girls.

That's good. Tell me about them.

Soft leather.

My hand touches my chest.

It goes over the butt.

Nena's thighs squeeze my leg.

We are kissing.

Her tongue in my mouth.

My lips on my chest.

We snuggle up.

We snuggle up.

We lie next to each other,

back to me.

My arm is on your waist.

We bend our knees.

Don't move.

Hello.

What happened to you?

I was shot by the husband of a woman I thought I was in love with.

Can you take me to the ATM and then to the airport?

You mean that's how you travel?

- How? - You have blood on your shirt.

Come on, let's go.

- Where are you going? - To Paris.

- I feel awful. - What?

He wrote to me and said he misses me.

He called and said he loved me.

And I answered: "I miss you too".

But that is not true.

Maybe you don't know what you feel.

But I know what I feel.

What time do you fly?

At seven o'clock.

Will he meet you at the airport in New York?

Yes.

What are you going to tell him?

What would you like me to tell him?

I'm not going to tell you what to do.

- Tell me what you would like me to do. - Then it's the same.

It would help me decide.

Will you live with him there?

Yes.

What would you like to say?

I want you to tell me if there is a future for you and me.

- The future? - Yes.

How do I answer that?

Yes or no.

I can't see the future.

You don't have to see it if you know it's there.

Look,

let me go get the car...

and I'll take you to the airport.

- I can take a taxi. - No, I will. Can you wait for me?

How much?

Half past one.

- And then what? - Then I will tell you the future.

- At 5:30? - No mistake.

5 and 30'.

No.

No.

No?

My card is empty. I'll call you right away..

My card is empty.

Can I borrow a card for a second?

I won't be long.

Wonderful.

Here I am again.

No.

No!

No.

Hello.

- Sorry. - No problem.

- Thank you. - See you.

Maybe.

Werner?

It's me, Dwight.

It's important.

I have to ask you something.

I want you to tell me if there is a future for you and me.

Yes or no.

You don't have to see it if you know it's there. See you at the bar in 10 minutes.

"We Germans consider love to be a virtue

a divine emanation, something mystical".

- You owe me money! - Has Werner come?

- You owe me money! - "She is not impatient,

jealous and tyrannical like the heart of an Italian woman".

My mother is Italian!

"It is deep and insightful,

quite unlike anything English".

Elizabeth, can you give me the car? To take Johan to the airport.

He hasn't left you yet?

He is going to New York because he has some work for three months.

- Have you heard the news? - What news?

- Werner left Greta. - Are you sure?

I heard from Simone.

Something happened between Verne and me.

- Yes? Like what? - Something romantic.

- Please? - Romantic.

- Romantic? - We kissed.

Once.

- When? - A couple of weeks ago.

How?

And what about Johan?

He asked me to tell him the future.

- Johan is an exceptional man. - I always liked Werner.

- I would play it safe... - Right?

Johan loves you.

- And you him too. - But he's going to New York for three months.

- You don't trust him? - He'll find someone as soon as he sees my back.

It's complicated.

Because Werner is married to Greta.

- But he just left. - Exactly.

- But it can come back to her. - It happens all the time.

Unless I play well right away.

It might be the only way to be sure.

"don't look at me"

Werner is currently in a very complicated position,

he doesn't need to be with someone like you.

With someone like me? What do you want to say?

- You know what I mean. - No, I don't know.

- You are not serious. - You mean, as serious as his wife?

Greta is very successful and quite popular.

It hurts him.

There's no point in him leaving her for a stupid flirtation with someone like you.

- Every time I see you, you are with someone else. - So what? I'm lucky.

You're not lucky, you're easy.

- Varnish? - Easy.

- And what about Johan? - What about Johan?

We've been dating for six months now, and I haven't cheated on him once.

So what? You want a medal?

Are you angry?

Your problems are trivial.

That man, Johan. He is wonderful.

We have been together for six months, but now he is going to New York to work, for three months.

He is handsome, he is older.

He is intelligent, has excellent taste. He works a lot.

He says he loves me, that he will miss me. But

she also has a beautiful ex over there in New York,

Smart, handsome, successful...

Of course, it is also very good.

Before he left, he wanted me to tell him if there was a future for us.

For him and me.

My question is:

Am I right to want more time, more evidence?

Is it wrong for me to be so scared?

I think he is wrong.

- Really? - Yes.

I don't understand his fear.

I think he is asking too much for what he has to offer.

I think he is right to hesitate.

Except Dwight is indecisive,

and Johan has shown that he can be unfaithful.

He cheated on his New York lover.

But still,

We don't know if Johan ever committed himself to that other man,

as according to Dwight.

The point is that Dwight was given an ultimatum.

He would have to know what he was feeling.

It doesn't seem to be firmly resolved.

He wants the situation to remain open for who knows how long.

He flirts.

Exactly.

By flirting, you opt for vagueness.

Flirting implies a type of love relationship,

which does not imply deep feelings.

It does not assume the expression of deep feelings.

Yes, Dwight, like Bill from New York, is a flirt.

If only these people would seriously define the relations between them

and others,

that would rule out any possibility of flirting.

What?

- You take his side? - Whose?

Dwight's.

No, but I find Johan's ultimatum excessive.

Maybe Johan likes Dwight's flirting.

This is not about flirting, it's about seduction.

It's a question of intensity.

He is trying to kidnap that woman's husband.

He's just having fun.

Etymologically, seduction means to pull aside,

leading someone astray.

You see. This is exactly what this is about.

We don't even know if Werner is leaving his wife

because Dwight kissed him.

We can't believe what he says,

the director's idea is to compare the changes in dynamics

one situation in different environments.

And you think it will work?

I don't know. It's still too early for an opinion.

- But I don't think it will work. - Yes, it won't work.

But in this case, failure is also interesting.

Come on shut up.

A change in milieu certainly contributes to changing the dynamics of the situation.

People do not change, because of the change of environment.

So you think that personality,

character, has no effect on events?

Please don't put words in my mouth.

The question remains the same:

What to do when the quantity of

some reality requires a definite answer?

We cannot exist forever in indeterminacy.

I don't agree. We can.

Although it implies the deepest solitude.

Why does this work for me?

He used to love me

why not anymore?

People change.

I don't change.

Maybe you will.

I don't want to change.

Listen Greta, nothing happened between Werner and me.

But it could.

No, it's not.

Why can't anything happen between you and Werner?

I'm in love with Johan.

- You're lying! - What?

Have you ever thought about settling down?

Occasionally.

- Lately. - A little.

- With Johan? - Probably

- He is a good man. - Yes, it is.

Phone him.

Call.

It's busy.

Shit!

Get in touch.

Yes?

It's Werner.

What?

No, don't worry about that... Greta is here.

Do you want to talk to her?

What do you mean no?

What do you think you're doing with it?

To kill myself.

That's stupid Greta.

Yes.

Should I kill Werner?

No, you're not going to kill anyone.

Maybe I should kill you.

Tom, go light a cigarette.

This is not good.

Can you please clean that up?

I'll give you some painkillers, but it's definitely going to hurt.

What?

Are you allergic to novacaine?

- What does he say? - Are you allergic to novacaine?

Your upper lip is torn in three, understand?

- Do you feel it? - I feel, what?

You have two lacerations,

one is right next to the nose.

You have two lacerations, one is right next to your nose.

- Shit. - Do you feel it?

- Do you feel it? - Yes.

Are you having trouble breathing?

Good.

Now I'm going to inject the Novacain directly into your wound. OK?

Okay.

I'm telling you that because I want you to know what's going on.

I will need your cooperation.

- What does he say? - Don't move.

This is going to sting a little.

There will be more injections.

- Yes... - Breathe.

Okay, one more from this side.

Don't forget to breathe.

This won't last. It turns out for you.

Novocaine has nowhere to stay.

Do you want to spit?

Think of something.

- Something specific. - I'm trying.

Good.

What do you mean??

To the boys.

That's good.

Tell me about the boys.

Muscles.

My hand on his butt.

My limb in his hand.

We kiss.

His tongue in my mouth.

My lips on his chest.

We snuggle up.

Are you snuggling up?

We lie next to each other,

back to me.

My arm is on your waist.

We bend our knees.

What is he talking about?

Don't move.

What happened to you?

I was shot by the wife of the man I thought I was in love with.

Miho, Ozu-san has a complicated situation right now,

he doesn't have time to mess with a woman like you.

- With a woman like me? What do you want to say? - You know what I mean.

- No, I don't know. - You are not serious.

You mean, as serious as his wife?

Yuki is a successful dancer and a respected person.

She chokes him.

That's no reason for him to engage in pointless flirting with you.

I feel disgusting.

What time do you fly?

At seven.

Will they pick you up at the airport in Los Angeles?

Yes.

What do you want me to say?

I want you to tell me if there is a future for you and me.

- How should I answer that? - Yes or no.

I can't see the future.

You don't have to see it if you know it's there.

I'm going to get Naomi's car to take you to the airport.

- I can take a taxi. - No, I want it.

- Can you wait for me? - How much?

Half past one.

- And then what? - Then...

i will tell you the future

In an hour and a half?

I promise.

- At 5:30? - No mistake.

Okay, 5 and 30'.

You owe me money.

I owe a lot of money.

Ozu?

It's me, Miho.

I have...

I have something important...

Just...

I just have to...

I just have to ask you...

Is there a future for you and me?

Yes.

You don't have to see it if you know it's there.

Okay, see you in 10 minutes.

Naomi, would you like to borrow my car? To take Hal to the airport.

He's finally leaving you, huh?

He's just going to Los Angeles for 3 months.

Because of work.

Don't you believe him?

I am a different woman now.

Why does this work for me?

I don't know.

He used to love me

why not anymore?

- People change. - I don't.

- Maybe you will. - I don't want to change.

Sometimes you have no choice.

Have you changed?

I am constantly changing.

That's why guys love you so much.

They don't like me that much.

My husband loves you.

"Love is a tangible thing.

We make it real ourselves.

Those words, the written pages, the melody of the sentences...

images it conjures up...

These are not products of love,

they are not even an expression of love.

It is love in its own form.

They are my love incarnate".

- Hey, you have blood on your sweater. - Did Miho come?

You owe me money!

Listen Hal, every time I see Miho she's with another guy.

So? He's lucky.

- There is no luck, but it is easy. - Easy?

Easy.

- And me? - What you?

We have been together for six months, she has not been with anyone.

So what?

What happened? Are you mad?

Your problems are trivial.

Something happened between the teacher and me.

Is it? What happened?

We kissed. Once.

My boyfriend is American.

We met 6 months ago.

And now he has to go to Los Angeles

at work, for three months.

He says he loves me

and that he will miss me a lot.

But...

there is a woman in Los Angeles.

His ex.

She wants them to get married.

She is very beautiful, intelligent and successful.

And he is a good person.

Before he left

he wanted me to tell him if there was a future for us. Him and me.

Am I wrong to hesitate?

Am I wrong...

...why am I asking for more time?

More...

...confirmation?

Am I wrong...

...what am I afraid of?

- Come on, he paints you! - Nobody is perfect.

Don't let him go. It will go away.

- You won't always be young. - Incomplete.

Those we love had a life before us.

- He's just using you! - You are not right...

- The girl has to decide. - What does he think, that shit doesn't stink?

They have a history. Your time is another story for us.

Get out of Japan. That's the smartest thing for you

- Tell him to fuck off. - Westerners are more open.

- They like Asian women. - Poor men - Leaving is best for you,

Give it a go. Fuck it.

Yes?

No, he left.

That's terrible.

Delete all this.

I'll give you some painkillers, but everything will hurt.

- Breathe. - I will inject directly into your wound.

- Don't forget to breathe. - There will be more injections.

Listen! I know.

I can't put you to sleep. You have to cooperate!

Think of something.

Something specific.

- This is terrible. - More tread!

Your upper lip is torn in three. Do you feel it?

You have two lacerations, one across your left cheek. Do you feel it?

Something specific.

The painkiller leaked.

There is nowhere to stay.

What you feel in your mouth is an analgesic.

It's not blood.

Do you want to spit?