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In the year 2046 a vast rail network spans the globe.

Every once in a while a mysterious train leaves for 2046.

Every passenger going there has the same intention:

They want to recapture lost memories

because nothing ever changes in 2046.

Nobody really knows if that's true

because nobody's ever come back

except me.

998.

997.

If someone wants to leave 2046

how long will it take?

Some people get away fairly easily.

Others find it takes them much longer.

I forget how long I've been on this train.

I'm starting to feel very lonely.

As I recall, many have gone to 2046.

You're the first to come back.

May I ask why you left 2046.

Whenever anyone asked why I left 2046

I gave them some vague answer.

Before

when people had secrets they didn't want to share

they'd climb a mountain

find a tree, carve a hole in it

and whisper the secret into the hole

then cover it over with mud.

That way, nobody else would ever discover it.

I once fell in love with someone.

After a while she wasn't there.

I went to 2046.

I thought she might be waiting for me there

but I couldn't find her.

I can't stop wondering if she loved me or not

but I never found out.

Maybe her answer was like a secret

that no one else would ever know.

ALL MEMORIES ARE TRACES OF TEARS

Didn't you promise not to come back?

I came to see you.

Why?

I have no prospects here

so I'll see how things are in Hong Kong.

When are you leaving?

The boat sails in 2 days.

Why are you telling me?

I thought we might go together.

You know nothing about my past, do you?

If you'd rather not tell me, I don't mind.

If you win, I'll join you.

She found an indirect way of rejecting me.

As I recall

that was the very last time we saw each other.

Right after that I left Singapore.

I got back to Hong Kong at the end of 1966.

It was the time of the riots.

I wasn't sure how long I'd be staying

so I took a room in a small hotel in Wanchai.

I wrote columns for newspapers.

They paid 10 Hong Kong dollars per thousand words.

It was pretty tough at first.

As long as I could make ends meet

it made no difference what kind of stuff I wrote.

Diary of the Bazooka Hero.

The new star at Club Luk Kwok is Fei Fei

a knockout beauty with amazing bazookas

a smash hit with tit lovers

Hang on. I'm exaggerating, of course. I can't say her tits are fake, can I?

I soon got used to this kind of life.

I became an expert ladies' man:

lots of one-night stands

but nothing lasts forever anyway.

24-DEC-66

Is that really true?

Why would I lie to you?

Do you really know me?

Weren't you in a show in Singapore in '64?

Yes.

You're Lulu.

I was then

but not anymore.

What's your name now?

Why should I tell you?

On Christmas Eve, 1966

I ran into a friend from Singapore in a nightclub.

We'd been rather close

but that night

she seemed to have forgotten me.

Have we really met before?

How could you forget?

You said I looked like your late boyfriend.

You taught me the cha-cha.

Go on.

You were always dragging me to the casino.

You'd hit a losing streak.

You owed a fortune.

My friends and I paid for your passage to Hong Kong.

You talked a lot about your late boyfriend

a Chinese Filipino from a rich family.

You'd been planning to marry him

but he'd died young.

You said he was the love of your life.

I shouldn't bring back sad memories

at this time of year

but do you remember that Christmas night

how we went drinking?

We talked a lot.

Was she just pretending she'd forgotten me?

I took her back to her hotel.

She was dead to the world.

She'd had too much to drink

so I left quickly.

2046

On my way out I noticed a very familiar number.

If I hadn't run into her that night, I wouldn't have seen that number

and I wouldn't have written "2046".

Can I help you?

Is Miss Lulu in?

Lulu? There's no Miss Lulu here.

There was a Mimi but she moved out.

But I was here two days ago. Do you know where she's gone?

No. What do you want with her?

Nothing really.

I have her key. I wanted to return it.

- You can give it to me. - Thanks.

Do you want to rent the room?

I'm just back from abroad. I don't have my own place yet.

If the room's vacant I could take a look.

This is just a small hotel

but our residents are all decent people.

- What's your line of work? - I write for newspapers.

Great. A fellow artist.

I haven't always done this. I used to be an artist too.

Really?

I took singing lessons, in Harbin.

Back then I was a tenor.

It'll be a pleasure to have you here.

- When will you move in? - As soon as possible.

But 2046 has to be redecorated.

2047 is vacant.

Take a look at it.

Never mind. I'll come back when it's ready.

Why that particular room?

Maybe it's the number.

It has some significance for you?

I'm joking.

I'll tell you what...

Take a quick look at 2047. If it's OK, you can move in.

Then switch to 2046 when it's ready. How about that?

- Can I see the room? - Of course. Please.

Once I moved in

I found out what had happened the night before.

Lulu had been stabbed by a jealous boyfriend

a drummer from the club.

She'd really liked him

and compared him to a bird that could never land.

All these years

she's been looking for her "legless bird."

Most of her affairs ended badly but she didn't mind sad endings.

No matter what happened

at least she was always the leading lady.

Good.

Sure.

Go.

Let's go.

Let's go.

I'll go with you.

Good. I'll go with you.

Sure.

I understand.

Do you know what I mean? I know. I understand.

I've got it.

Can I go?

I can go.

Sure.

I understand.

Got it.

It didn't take long to finish redecorating 2046

but by then I was used to 2047.

Sure.

I started hearing a strange voice through the wall.

I thought someone had moved in

but it was the daughter of Mr. Wang, the hotel owner.

Please take me with you.

Certainly.

I'm definitely going.

OK. Let's go.

I had no idea what she was saying.

The bellhop told me it was Japanese.

It seems she had a Japanese boyfriend.

Tell the driver, 220 Granville Road.

- Granville - 220 Granville Road.

Turn from Humphreys Avenue, near Kimberley Road.

Can you say that again?

- Don't turn down Salisbury Road. - Slowly, please.

- I'll draw you a map. - That's my pen.

I'll repeat it once more.

Turn from Humphreys Avenue, near Kimberley Road

but don't turn down Salisbury Road.

Understand?

I'll draw you a map.

Granville Road.

Turn from Humphreys Avenue. Don't turn down Salisbury Road.

Remember: Don't turn down Salisbury Road.

His company in Japan had sent him to Hong Kong.

When he got here he checked into this hotel.

The world's full of men.

Why do you have to choose a Japanese?

Get rid of him.

I'll never meet him.

Do you want my blessing?

Not while I'm alive.

It had been going on for ages.

Their family suffered under the Japanese in the war

so they had to break up.

Can you tell me what you feel?

Do you like me

or not?

I'm scared to hear your answer

but I have to ask anyway.

Leave with me.

Goodbye.

The man finally went back to Japan.

That's when Miss Wang started talking to herself.

Hey. Ask your boss to turn it down a bit.

Mr. Chow, you'd better ask him yourself.

Mr. Chow.

Hasn't he left already?

Why is he back?

I won't see him.

If you won't give him up

Get out. Take him away.

I assumed Mr. Wang played it so loud

because he loved his opera.

Actually he didn't want anyone to overhear the family row.

What are you doing?

Come back for me when you're a little older.

Wait till you grow up.

I like it.

Mr. Wang thought about very little but his two daughters.

The elder one was crazy about her Japanese man.

The younger one was precocious.

She always came into my room for drinks.

Then she ran off with some man

another drummer from a club band, I heard.

After she left, her elder sister got into trouble too.

Have a word with your boss for me. I'm a bit late with the rent.

Anyway he has my deposit.

Mr. Chow, tell him yourself. He's in a foul mood these days.

What's eating him?

First one daughter ran away. Now the other one's in hospital.

- That's why he's so angry. - Why is she in hospital?

He wouldn't say. He was quite strange. Keep clear of him.

So that's it?

Anyhow, give him my invitation. It's my father's birthday banquet.

He can deduct his gift from the rent I owe.

On May 22, 1967 they imposed a curfew in Hong Kong.

Homemade bombs caused panic.

The economy stopped dead.

I stopped going out.

Some thought I was a reformed character.

Actually I was writing:

a story called "2046"

all about men and women looking for love

risking everything to get to a place called 2046.

What's that?

Let's go to 2046.

I made it bizarre and erotic without crossing the line.

The readers liked it.

Some didn't take to the science-fiction angle

but all "2046" meant to me was the number of a hotel room.

I made the whole thing up

but some of my own experiences found their way into it.

People I ran into in the normal course of things turned up in my stories.

I felt more and more at ease in my fictional world.

Around that time Mr. Wang's music got louder again:

more trouble with his two daughters.

But also, because of the bad state of the economy

lots of the rooms were empty.

Then in September the rioting ended.

Life went back to normal.

Soon someone moved into 2046.

Have you nearly finished? It's too early in the day for that.

Some of us are trying to sleep.

Peeking?

The woman next door's quite a dish. What are my chances?

You're off your head. A father-to-be shouldn't have that on his mind.

Now she's pregnant, my wife won't let me touch her.

Come on. Put a word in for me.

OK.

How much?

How much have you got?

- Only $100. - Wait for my call.

Mr. Chow

Mr. Chow

Mr. Chow, a call for you.

Bright and early, huh?

She's not up yet.

Why come over? I told you: It has to be arranged.

She's not some streetwalker.

A fellow artist like you... Show her a little respect, will you?

Yes, I'll tell you right away.

Miss Bai, your key.

You're back, Miss Bai.

Who is it?

- Who are you looking for? - Mr. Chow suggested I come by.

You're back, Mr. Chow.

- Did you win on the dogs? - I lost.

I won a little.

Looking for me?

I think you know this person.

- What are you doing in that room? - You said you'd arrange it.

- I paid you! - I said that room.

- I said this one. - Your girl's in that room!

How embarrassing. Please excuse him.

- I told you, the room on the left. - I said I wanted that one!

Shut up.

Who is it?

Oh, you again.

I just wanted to apologize for last night.

Forget it. Go away.

Ping, my editor, was out of line but he's not really so bad

just a bit stingy. He never pays his way.

He always says he's broke when the check arrives.

Sol played a trick on him.

At my expense? Didn't you go a bit far?

He only fell for it because you're so beautiful.

You're quite a flirt.

I'm just stating the fact:

a small token of apology.

Please accept it.

I don't want it.

You're still cross, aren't you?

- Please accept it. - No.

- Come on. It's just a token - No.

Don't make fun of me.

I mean what I say! Now get out.

That's good. Let it all out.

Slap me again if you want.

You think I wouldn't dare? Come closer.

Bastard!

Don't be so petty.

That's enough.

I'm courteous enough not to slap you again.

That doesn't mean you can take advantage of me.

This time I'll give you face.

If there's ever a next time, I'll be less polite.

It won't happen again.

My face is still numb.

Accept it.

They're just a token of my regard.

I chose them myself.

See if you like them.

If you don't, just throw them away.

Good.

I'll leave now.

Calm down.

It's none of your business who I dated last night.

Who?

Dabao?

Which Dabao?

The fat one or the skinny one?

From Shanghai or from Shandong?

The trouble is

I know so many men named Dabao.

How should I know which one you mean?

Yes, I did.

What are you going to do about it?

Fine.

I'll be waiting.

Let me just say

Get out!

Do you think I can accept this?

Her or me.

You'd better choose.

Now get out.

24-DEC-67

You're back early.

It's Christmas.

Shouldn't you be having dinner with your boyfriend?

What boyfriend?

Then let's have supper.

Come on.

You have so many girlfriends. Do you need company?

Go out with them.

They all want to be with me, but I can't choose.

The fairest thing is to see none of them.

Come on. There's no point in staying cooped up in your room.

I'm not in a good mood tonight.

I might get drunk

and slap you again.

That's OK.

I'm used to it.

If slapping me would make you happy, take that as my Christmas present.

Come on.

Come with me.

Let go.

I didn't expect to spend Christmas like this.

What did you expect?

We'd made plans.

He was taking me to Singapore.

He says it's warm there at Christmas

so I didn't even pack winter clothes.

What I'm wearing now

is for summer.

Have you been to Singapore?

I worked there for several years.

What kind of work?

On a newspaper.

Is it fun there?

It's OK.

Tell me more.

I won't be going

so I'll just have to imagine it.

What do you want to know?

How's the climate?

Pretty warm

all year round.

Sometimes you can't tell what season it is.

The food stalls are great.

Ping and I ate there after work.

We'd eat and drink till dawn.

Our landlord was a funny man:

short and fat and he always wore a skirt

what the Malays call a sarong

but when you're away from home

it gets boring sometimes.

That was a dull meal.

Another drink somewhere else?

You really like to drink?

It makes things easy.

When I'm drunk I have no worries.

Won't your girlfriends be missing you tonight?

They're not stuck to me.

They see other men too.

We just have fun together.

They still need to make a living.

I don't get it.

Where does all that fun get you?

If you find the right person, why waste time on the others?

If I find the right person?

A man like me has nothing much except free time.

That's why I need company.

So people are just time-fillers to you?

I wouldn't say that.

Other people can borrow my time too.

And tonight?

Are you borrowing me, or am I borrowing you?

There's no difference.

Maybe I borrowed you earlier

- and now you're borrowing me. - That's ridiculous.

Don't get me wrong.

I don't mean to take advantage of you.

If that was what I wanted, I've had plenty of opportunities.

I just want us to be drinking pals.

Is that OK?

It's hard but I'll give it a try.

OK.

Let's try.

- Where to? - Let's drink.

Mr. Chow, you seem happy tonight.

I certainly am. My friends are buying me dinner.

This way, please.

Ping! Is it someone's birthday?

Better than that: Chow has a new girlfriend.

Definitely worth celebrating.

What would you like to eat tonight?

Something expensive.

- Snake? - Yes, snake would be good.

- Snake isn't cheap. Can you afford it? - Are you sure you'll win the bet?

Shut up. Don't mind him.

- What'll it be, Mr. Chow? - Snake

and a lamb casserole too

and bring Hoi's whiskey.

I can't let this go to waste. It's delicious.

Where's your girl, Chow? It's already 2 a.m. Is she coming?

She can't be coming.

I don't think she's coming.

It's all your fault.

You're why this happened.

Why blame me? You brought this on yourself.

You said she was gentle and obedient. Now we know the truth.

I said she was obedient sometimes

and gentle sometimes

but she's full of surprises. That's part of the fun.

- So what next? - Yes, what now?

Whatever you feel like doing.

And then what happened?

Tell me.

How are you going to thank me?

Pervert!

Open up!

- Who is it? - Open the door!

It's late.

You played a fine joke on me tonight.

I finished work late:

too late to get there

so I didn't come.

- What's this? - That's your fault too.

How could I know you'd stand me up?

I thought I'd win a few hundred.

Instead, I lost my moustache.

This is all your fault.

You deserved it.

Who pushed you into the bet?

I'll tell you something.

Ping asked me not to show up.

Anyhow

I wasn't that fond of the moustache.

You look younger now.

Don't you like it?

You're making fun of me. You tricked me. I'll get you for this.

How will you make it up to me?

At least give me a kiss.

You bit me.

Come and get me.

You're in for it when I catch you.

Don't touch me there.

Bastard!

You've bruised me.

Think you were any better?

Look. I'm bleeding.

Maybe it's because winter's coming.

See what happens when I eat lamb?

It brings out the beast in me.

- What? - Don't move.

- What are you doing? - Shaving you.

Don't!

Who knows where that shaver's been!

It could bring me bad luck.

Let's go for round two.

No way!

Why are you dressed?

I'm going back to my room. I'm exhausted.

This is all I have, aside from loose change for the bus.

Here's $200.

- Please take it. - I don't want it.

I wasn't selling.

That's not how I meant it.

I want to pay for your torn dress.

Please take it.

I see.

You're afraid I'll cling to you. Is that it?

Fine.

I'll take $10.

Think of it as a discount rate.

If you ever want to come over again, I'll charge the same.

I'm going back to my room.

Come here.

Not tonight.

Why not?

Not in the mood?

I can't take the strain tonight.

Anyhow I'm a bit short of cash.

Never mind.

You can owe me.

I don't like being in debt.

The reception's at 6 p.m., dinner at 8 p.m.

I don't mind if you can't make it. Just send your gift.

No more than you do.

You hold banquets all year round. You've had 4 birthdays this year.

I'll send some more invitation cards over later.

Think of people with money. Write down their names and send them invitations.

Holding another banquet, Mr. Chow?

You know we have birthdays in different calendars?

- Another one of mine's come up. - No doubt.

- Here's one for your boss. - All right.

Tell him, since we're so close

he can deduct his gift from the rent I owe.

- Make sure he gets it. - OK.

It's late. What's so urgent?

I just got back from Macao. Chow asked me to bring you a present.

You two went to Macao?

Yes. We had some days off so we went to the casino.

Oh. It's beautiful.

He says he found some money in his pocket

so before losing it all at the tables

he bought you a present.

Where is he?

Not back yet. You know what he's like:

extravagant at the start of the month and broke well before the end.

He made several thousand, holding that party

so now he's really enjoying himself.

Is he there alone?

Of course not. There's a gang of them. He likes company.

Was he always like this?

Let's not talk about him. Let's have a drink.

But I should warn you:

I know you like Chow a lot. Don't waste your time on him.

He's not serious.

Guess who.

There's only one possibility.

Let me have a bite first.

What are you doing here?

What am I doing here?

What do you think?

I thought I was pretty wild

but you're much wilder.

Pay LIP.

I haven't seen you for ages.

I've been busy.

Liar.

Tell me the truth.

I am.

Who was that woman the other day?

What woman?

Don't pretend.

I saw her leaving your room.

Who is she?

- A friend. - A friend?

What was she doing in your room?

Don't be nosy, all right?

Go back to your room. I have work to do.

I won't.

I'm sleeping here tonight.

- An overnight stay's expensive. - No problem.

Name your price.

I'd pay anything to be with you, every day.

Retail's fine. Wholesale's out of the question.

Why?

I just don't like it.

Could you make an exception for me?

No.

Do you treat all women like this?

- Except one. - Who?

- My mother. - I'm serious.

I don't mind you having other women

but I won't be treated the same as them.

I don't care if you love me or not.

I'll love you anyway.

Since we got together, I haven't brought other men back.

I hoped you'd think the same way.

- Will you promise me that? - No.

I see.

Then we're through.

I'll never bother you.

And I never want you in my room again.

Here: $10.

Tonight I'm paying.

Thank you.

If you're ever in the mood, feel free to come over.

I'll charge you the same.

Having fun?

What do you care?

You were rather loud last night.

I meant to be.

You bring back women. Why shouldn't I have men?

I want to see if you really don't mind.

I won't go. Why don't you come here instead.

Forget it. Don't come.

After Bai Ling moved out, she started dating Dabao

and I saw other women too.

If our paths ever crossed we'd pretend not to see each other.

Rather pathetic, I know

but it was better for us to end it this way.

I've never seen her since

but sometimes she pops up in my stories.

Your change. Please check it.

Thank you.

- Are you going out later? - Why?

Could you post this letter for me.

Sure.

Then Miss Wang came back.

I knew from the familiar sound through the wall.

Please take me with you.

Good.

What are you doing?

Wasn't I clear? Don't contact that Japanese man.

Why are you writing to him in secret? Aren't you ashamed?

Return his letter.

No?

What are you reading?

A martial arts novel.

You like them?

If your friend wants to send you more letters

and you don't want your dad to know

tell him to send them to my room. I'll pass them on to you.

She looked happier when she came back this time.

We talked more often.

Mr. Chow, another letter for you.

Another.

Those Japanese girls get so carried away.

Let's see each other again.

Then

if you still think we shouldn't be together

tell me so frankly.

That day, six years ago

a rainbow appeared in my heart.

It's still there

like a flame burning inside me.

But what are your real feelings for me?

Are they like a rainbow after the rain

or did that rainbow

fade away long ago?

I'm waiting for your answer.

Why do you write all that stuff about sex?

So that I won't starve.

Don't you worry about your reputation?

Maybe I'm not such a nice guy.

- Why not try writing something else? - Who'd read it?

How about a martial arts novel? People love them.

That's too hard.

I tried once, co-writing it with someone.

We locked ourselves away for months

and just got sore heads.

Those were good times.

I like writing too.

It's hard to make a living by writing.

I just do it for fun.

- I'll show you some of my stuff. - Please do.

Here you are. Read this first.

Wow. You're prolific.

When you've read it tell me what you think.

- And don't forget to return it. - Sure.

- Have you read my story yet? - I have.

What did you think?

I think you should never write another word.

Why not?

You're so good, you could put me out of work.

The Spider Sage thrusts out his fist. Two chopsticks take off like rockets.

They land with explosive force.

The mountain splits apart.

Slow down. I can't keep up.

Come on. They're waiting for it.

All right.

Caught up?

Go on.

Where was I?

"The mountain splits apart."

Right. The mountain splits apart

smashing Iron Abacus to the ground.

Iron Abacus?

Isn't he dead?

Is he? Then make it Iron Head.

Where did Iron Head come from all of a sudden?

Hey! Anything goes in martial arts novels.

Why don't you get some rest. I'll finish it for you.

OK.

It felt like having an assistant.

When I was late with my copy I asked her to ghost it for me.

She was just a girl

but she could write as raunchily as the best of us.

We got along very well.

That was my happiest summer ever

but it didn't last.

I encouraged her to face up to her father

but she didn't dare.

She wanted to pay her own way

so I got her a job in the cloakroom at a club.

Thanks.

She told her father

she was going out with me.

Sometimes I found an excuse to pick her up after work.

- You're here late. - If you're ready to go

I have a taxi waiting. I can give you a lift back.

No, thanks.

Then I won't wait.

Feelings can creep up on you unawares.

I knew that, but did she?

She was always asking if there was anything at all that never changed.

I could see what was on her mind.

I promised to write a story for her, based on my observation:

something to show her what her boyfriend was thinking.

As a joke

we thought of calling it 2047

but maybe I was being too oblique.

I'd begun to feel it wasn't about her boyfriend at all.

Rather, it was more about me.

So I began imagining myself as a Japanese man

on a train for 2046

falling for an android with delayed reaction.

If someone wants to leave 2046, how long will it take?

No one can say.

Some people get away fairly easily.

Others find it takes them much longer.

It takes great strength and it can hurt terribly.

I forget how long I've been on this train.

I'm starting to feel very lonely.

It's rather boring at first but slowly you get used to it.

We have a range of cabin attendants.

They can satisfy your every need.

They'll serve you devotedly, like an intimate friend

but you must never

fall in love with them.

Who'd ever fall for an android?

Who can say?

Events can creep up on you without you ever noticing.

It can happen to anyone.

Paragraph 201 in the Passengers' Guide

warns that Area 1224-1225

is especially cold.

The train heating won't be strong enough.

Passengers are advised to hug each other to keep warm.

Since I'm the only passenger

I hug my android cabin attendant.

I wonder if it's her mechanism or just my imagination

but I sense some responsive warmth in her artificial body.

Why do you want to leave 2046?

Do you know

what people did in the old days when they had secrets

they didn't want to share?

They'd climb a mountain

find a tree

carve a hole in it

whisper the secret

into the hole

and cover it up with mud.

That way

nobody else would ever learn the secret.

I'll be your tree.

Tell me, and nobody else will ever know.

I always

I always

I always

Very funny. I always

I always

Whenever anyone asked why I left 2046

I gave them some vague answer.

I always

I once fell in love with someone.

I couldn't stop wondering whether she loved me or not.

I found an android that looked just like her.

I thought the android might give me the answer.

10 HOURS LATER

I have a secret to tell you.

Leave with me.

I have a secret to tell you.

Leave with me.

I kept on asking

but she never answered.

I began dreaming up excuses for her silence.

Do you know the Buddhist canon?

The five decays of celestial beings?

The five decays of celestial beings.

It's all about the gods

and how they go through this process too.

Our cabin attendants are superbly designed

but there's one problem:

When they've served on so many long journeys

fatigue begins to set in.

For example

they might want to laugh, but the smile would be slow to come.

They might want to cry

but the tear wouldn't well up till the next day.

This one's failing fast.

I think you'd better give up.

I grew desperate.

I felt like giving up

but I was soon trying again.

I have a secret to tell you.

Will you leave with me?

I have a secret to tell you.

Will you leave with me?

Do you know what people did in the old days

when they had secrets?

They'd climb a mountain, find a tree

carve a hole in it

and whisper the secret into the hole.

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991.

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995.

I slowly began to doubt myself.

Maybe the reason she didn't answer

was not that her reactions were delayed

but simply that she didn't love me.

So at last, I got it.

It's entirely beyond my control.

The only thing left for me

was to give up.

24-DEC-68

Why are you inviting me to Christmas dinner?

You know how much I'll lose in tips by not working?

Wouldn't it be awful to be alone tonight?

I need company.

That means me?

Your boyfriend hasn't written in a while.

I told him not to.

Anyway it's hopeless.

There's no point waiting for me.

Why is it hopeless? Go and look for him.

If you don't, it really will be hopeless.

My dad will never give his consent.

If you were him

what would you be doing tonight?

Why don't you ask him.

Have you got his phone number?

I can't hear you!

Can you speak louder?

I'm already shouting!

I felt like Santa Claus that night.

I took her to the newspaper office

and let her make a long-distance call to her boyfriend.

I was happy to see her so happy.

In fact, Zone 1224-1225

meant Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.

On the night before Christmas

many people need more warmth than usual.

That night I didn't get that.

Maybe that was for the best.

10 HOURS LATER

I realized

the reason the android didn't answer

had nothing to do with her mechanism wearing out

nor that she didn't like him.

More likely

she already loved someone else.

Soon after that she went to Japan.

I gave her a copy of my story, 2047.

I hope she read it.

100 HOURS LATER

1000 HOURS LATER

Love is all a matter of timing.

It's no good meeting the right person

too soon or too late.

If I'd lived in another time or place

my story might have had a very different ending.

- I have to tell you. - Yes?

I'll be away for a couple of days. Pay my daughter this month's rent.

- Is she back? - Not Jing Wen.

I mean, pay my younger girl, Jie Wen.

So your worries are over. Going on holiday?

No. I have to go to Japan.

But you hate the Japanese. Why go to Japan?

Jing Wen's getting married.

Congratulations.

I wasn't sure whether to go or not.

Now I've decided

I just want her to be happy.

When do you leave? Can you help me choose a present?

There's no need for that.

- She wanted me to ask you something. - What is it?

She read your story, 2047. She likes it a lot

but she finds the ending too sad.

She wonders if you can change it.

I'll see what I can do.

AN HOUR LATER

10 HOURS LATER

100 HOURS LATER

Taxi!

I'd also like the story to have a happy ending

but I don't know how to write it.

Some years back I had a happy ending in my grasp

but I let it slip away.

Don't turn your back on me.

- Has he been here? - What's it to you?

While I was depressed, I ran into Lulu again. She hadn't changed.

Still intensely jealous.

You think he's yours? I thought you knew him well.

That's the way he is.

We've just been amusing ourselves so control yourself, missy!

Watching her taught me something.

When you don't take no for an answer

there's still a chance you'll get what you want.

18 MONTHS LATER

Hello. Is Mr. Chow there?

I know I have no right to ask

but they say I need a guarantor.

The man who recruits girls for the nightclub says he knows you.

Can you talk to him for me?

No problem.

I know the man you mean.

I'll see him in a day or two.

Why did you choose Singapore?

I don't want to stay here any longer.

I've been thinking about it for some time.

I want to take a look at the place.

Don't drink too much.

You don't look well.

Don't worry. It won't kill me.

Do you know what?

I came by here at Christmas.

I thought I might run into you.

Why didn't you call me first?

I don't know.

I came on impulse.

I don't know why.

That night I suddenly missed you so much.

We're drinking pals. Of course you'll miss me.

You're right.

"We're drinking pals."

Let's go.

- Waiter. - Yes?

- The check. - Yes.

Where are you staying?

In a hotel, a rather small room

but it's not too bad.

I'll see you back.

No, thanks.

I've just moved in. It's a mess.

I'll invite you once it's cleaned up.

I'll go first.

Seeing how much Bai Ling had changed

I was suddenly overcome by a feeling of grief.

Indeed, last Christmas

I was not in Hong Kong.

24-DEC-69

Have you seen Miss Su?

Miss Su? Not for some time.

Any idea where she might be?

Probably back in Phnom Penh.

I didn't want to spend Christmas 1969 in Hong Kong

so I visited Singapore and went back to the casino.

I waited for several days but Black Spider never turned up.

No one knew where she was.

Some thought she'd gone back to Phnom Penh.

Others thought she was dead.

Ping and I began working in Singapore in 1963.

When my life lost most of its meaning

I started gambling every day.

Those were hard times for me. Only one person came to my rescue:

a professional gambler.

Some said she was a cheat.

She always wore black. They called her Black Spider.

She kept her black glove on 365 days a year.

Nobody knew why for sure.

Had her hand been chopped off for cheating?

Did the glove cover up a fake hand?

Nobody really knew.

Why do you wear that black glove?

It's a habit.

You're not from here?

I'm from Phnom Penh.

What a coincidence. I was just in Cambodia.

It's in chaos. Why were you there?

The newspaper sent me.

You're a journalist?

Not anymore.

Why's that?

They made some changes and I'm now a consultant

on half pay with next to nothing to do.

So why are you spending your time in the casino?

I tried to win enough to pay my way back to Hong Kong.

You lost a lot?

A few thousand.

You should never set foot in a casino in a bad mood.

You won't win.

I didn't expect to win. I just hoped to get back my stake.

If you have any money left

I can help you

on one condition:

When you've got your money back

stop gambling.

Why are you helping me?

I take a commission:

10 percent of whatever I win for you.

Think it over.

What good to her were her tiny commissions on my winnings?

After that we went back to the casino night after night.

We'd eat at the stall next to the railway station.

She won back all the money I'd lost.

Thank you.

Don't thank me. It's yours.

If you need me again tomorrow

I'll be waiting here after dinner.

I still don't know your name.

It's Su: Su Li Zhen.

A few years ago I fell in love with another man's wife.

Her name was Su Li Zhen too.

It was because of her I moved to Singapore.

I never dreamed I'd meet another Su Li Zhen.

I told her a lot about the other Su Li Zhen.

At first we kept it secret

but gossip soon spread.

Later we moved into a hotel.

We had room 2046.

When I think back, the whole thing was like a dream.

You loved her deeply?

It's history.

Let's change the subject.

You, what did you do before?

You want to know about me?

Come on. We'll play high-low.

If you win I'll tell you everything.

It struck me that her past was like the hand she always kept gloved:

a mystery with no solution.

Of all the men I've met

you've been the best to me.

I'm already missing you.

Why won't you come with me?

Didn't you

promise not to ask?

Hold me.

It may be years before we meet again.

The last time we saw each other, I told her:

"Take care."

"Maybe one day you'll escape your past."

"If you do look for me."

Now it strikes me

that what I told her was actually meant for myself.

In love you can't bring on a substitute.

I was looking for what I'd felt with the other Su Li Zhen.

I didn't realize that myself

but I'm sure she did.

WHEN THE PEONY BLOOMS

SHE STANDS TALL AND THEN GOES AWAY.

DOES SHE MEAN "NO" OR "YES"?

All for me? Do you want to get me drunk?

I know you're a good drinker.

Let's drink as much as we can.

If there's any left over

finish it next time you're here.

There's one small thing I have to ask you:

Here's some money. Please take it.

What for?

I know you borrowed from a friend for my plane ticket.

Pay him back.

If there's any left, pay my rent for me.

Where did you get so much money?

An old customer.

He's always been fond of me.

He treats me well

but he's too old for me, so I never paid him much attention.

I ran into him yesterday while I was shopping.

He insisted on buying me dinner.

I needed money, so I went.

After dinner I told him I needed money.

He said I could have as much as I wanted.

I told him I needed $5,000.

At first I planned to save it for Singapore

but I'm using it now.

Don't be silly.

You're still young. You have great prospects.

I borrowed the money from my friends.

They don't need it back yet

so keep this for yourself.

Pay me back later. There's no rush.

Why are you so kind to me?

Perhaps it's fate.

Too bad it didn't last.

I wish it could have gone on longer.

Don't be like this.

Let me buy you dinner tonight.

- Waiter, the check. - Coming.

No. Let me.

You're too kind.

You've spent enough time and money on me already.

I don't want to owe you too much.

I need to make a phone call.

Please settle the check. I'll be outside.

Will you come in?

No, thanks.

Get some rest.

I'll see you to the airport tomorrow.

Please don't.

I'll be terribly sad if you're there.

Take good care of yourself.

Why can't it be like it was before?

Please don't go.

Stay with me tonight.

Let me borrow you.

Do you remember?

You once asked me

if there was anything I wouldn't lend.

I've given it a lot of thought

and now I know

there is one thing

I'll never lend to anyone.

As I recall, that was the very last time we saw each other.

I haven't seen her since that night.

Why can't it be like it was before?

HE DIDN'T TURN BACK.

IT WAS AS IF HE'D BOARDED A VERY LONG TRAIN

HEADING FOR A DROWSY FUTURE

THROUGH THE UNFATHOMABLE NIGHT.

Everyone who goes to 2046 has the same intention:

They want to recapture lost memories

because in 2046

nothing ever changes

but nobody really knows if that's true or not

because nobody has ever come back.