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Total darkness.

Only my voice.

Total darkness.

Only my voice.

This is the frame.

Don't expect to see anything outside.

He.

Scottish.

A journalist.

A woman hunter.

Lost in an eastern country.

Objects. Condom.

Voice recorder.

and wine, which must be good.

She.

Romanian.

Architect.

She wants to make the world a better home.

Objects.

Straw.

Strawberries.

Green shit.

Models.

At this moment, Daniel has a life.

A real one.

With dreams.

I dreamt we were in a giant castle and...

That I've been condemned to death.

I was going to be executed before dawn, so I'd never see the morning again.

Then you said, look at the stars.

And I looked up and then I awoke. It was morning.

There is still his eggs.

Objects. Weather.

Knife.

Letterbox.

Other men.

And also the rabbit.

I almost forgot.

There is also me. I'm Danish.

I used to be a journalist, but now I'm a writer.

Objects. Laptop.

Motorcycle.

Lost family.

Coffee and cigarettes.

No, beer and cigarettes.

Just to be clear, the camera will be steady. I usually sit or lie down.

The story takes place in Bucharest.

Characteristic sound, a drill.

I don't think about him most of the time.

He doesn't exist for me.

I get on with my life.

If he turns up at your door, would you let him in?

No.

Well, maybe, yeah.

What the hell?

You go back to him?

Clean your ears, Alex. Once was enough.

He's a cunt hound.

Cunt hound?

How do you say that in Romanian?

But you're not fair.

He is together with that girl now.

Oh, yeah.

I wouldn't want to be in her shoes, poor little thing.

I'd rather fall in love with a skin disease.

It's like a drug.

You know?

You keep...

Going back to the source of illness.

I'm only asking because he's in your story.

Yeah, that's right. He's a character in my story. Yeah, but that's based on him.

Irrelevant.

Just that you mentioned once that he was... I should stop telling you things.

You were in that bar.

Oh, yeah, the bar.

He said loads of crap, you know, all the usual cliches like, we're too

different, it's better to end it now, you're a wonderful person, but... It's

you, it's me. Yeah, blah, blah, blah, he'd already met someone else.

What about all that in your story about pretending to be a prostitute, offering

him the last fuck for money?

What about it?

You made that up?

I'm not telling you.

But at the same time, she wants revenge.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Read it out.

Among all the knives.

Wait, I want to record it.

I'll do it slowly.

And then it ends.

You think I can get it published?

I want it to be something someone else can read.

Then you should show it to him.

To Daniel.

Here's the story.

A man gets a story from his ex.

Okay.

Discovering that he's a character in her story.

You haven't been thinking about her, but reading her story unsettled him.

He can't stop thinking about her.

Yeah.

One day, out of the blue,

he's coming home from work.

He's finding his... You're going to steal my story.

Everybody steals everybody else's stories, okay?

You imagine him, like, coming home from work, opening his inbox.

And finding... No, no, no, no, no. It has to be in his hands. Like a solid

object? Like a solid object, yeah.

All sweaty.

Opening his post box.

Taking out this envelope.

Ripping it open.

Pressing play.

Pressing play.

I'm going to record it. What?

Pressing play, hearing the title of the story.

How I became a whore.

Wow.

But anyway, it's a good title.

Thank you You

just have to set the tone like it's a fucking hot summer

It is a fucking hot summer.

The story starts in summer.

An electric summer with hot days through its oppressive humidity.

And as the night comes, the clouds make final sense and break.

And you feel you have been holding your breath the whole day and can breathe

again. The city lit up and trembling with thunder and witness.

The horizon is cracking with electricity.

The path comes with an envelope.

Once he opens it, he starts to play with fire, like a rabbit in front of a gun.

Start game.

How I became a whore.

We're in a bar. He's talking to me, but his words spread into the room without

touching me.

Come on.

Come on, Daniel.

You must listen to this voice talking to you.

The tram took 45 minutes from Romano.

Everyone was sweating and bitching.

Hey!

She was saying, you smell good.

You don't smell good.

Just short.

You smell good even when you sweat.

Yeah, so I'm just gonna walk from now on.

I think that's better.

And now, the strawberry time.

I got strawberries.

Yay. Wow.

Strawberry time.

Mmm.

Very good.

Mmm.

Now, don't spit the cacao out of his bag.

Put that, please.

The green shit, you mean?

Yeah, the green shit.

Okay.

No.

I told you not to do that.

My favourite part of it. No.

Together. If you do it, I'll do it. Okay.

Let's do it together.

Okay.

After three.

Okay. Oh, look at them. One, two. One, two.

No.

Oh, you just put it in my... They are so sweet.

I just got your eye. Come on.

Okay, I don't want to get down.

Hold on.

So... One, two, three.

So honeymoon.

and offered him another glass.

He nodded readily and I poured.

He was excited and edgy.

Like a rabbit, scared of being caught.

Hey, you are in the game now.

Not playing.

Meeting in an hour.

The story starts in summer.

An electric summer with hot days and with oppressive humidity.

Go. Come on.

Anyway,

she's writing a story and I'm a character in it.

You want to see her again after this?

No, no.

Why not?

Maybe.

I went round to her place.

Didn't knock.

Didn't see her.

Just went round to her and left.

He wanted to fuck

the shit out

of her.

For a second he wanted to fuck the shit out of her.

Next day.

Downhill.

The story is over.

Well, he is far from perfect.

Now I see this gets so hot for the

concrete

Sometimes I can't breathe.

It just gets harder and harder.

The world's going to hell.

Why do you have a motorcycle for anyone?

I'd like to send him another story.

What do you think about it?

Like, really with the man's nerve, you know?

And the story would be something like this.

I'm walking home. Well, the character is walking home one night, and he is right

behind me.

When they reach the apartment, he forces himself into the apartment with me,

and...

He kind of rapes me.

Black clouds are gathering on the sky of his new peaceful life.

And the story goes on.

This is a story.

Everyone is playing a game.

As you saw, I make the rules.

He can replay the scene with softer emotions.

He also has options at the end of the scene.

Alex, you won't believe what she just sent me.

Same shit.

Character like her, character like me.

She has me trail her back to her place, break in and fuck her.

Aye, well, my character would be walking home one evening and he'd be following

me.

You can't tell if it's a rape or a game.

We reached my apartment and I take out the keys to open the door and then he

kind of like forces himself in and then I Kind of want to have him rape

me Too feminine Too

desperate

Why did you tell me that?

That he was following me and stalking me.

You're only using me for material.

Admit it.

What are you writing there?

Still the weather.

You have no right to ask me that.

What?

Clean life.

You can go on having your last cigarette.

To celebrate our final fuck.

To celebrate our final fuck.

You don't have to worry. I won't complicate your life or anything.

Yeah, I look worried.

Ubito.

Ubito.

Still enjoy drinking?

So you're alright now?

Someone told me it's good therapy.

Oh, did they?

It's quite healing to see things coldly.

You need to have control.

Anyway.

Alex is writing the story now.

We're just characters in it.

Alex.

Wait till he hears that you broke into my apartment and raped me.

He's gonna be up all night writing about that.

Black clouds are gathering on his new peaceful life.

and stories going on.

comes, the clouds make final sense and break, and you feel you have been

your breath the whole day and can breathe again.

The left.

Fuck.

Maybe the left.

He can replay the scenes with softer emotion.

Sorry, Papucha. Something came up.

I'm on my way, okay?

See you soon. Bye.

I'm going to quit smoking.

And drinking.

Oh, I didn't say that.

You'll blame me for that and then we'll fight and... Do what? We'll fight

anyway.

What do you mean?

We'll live together, we'll fight.

That's what people do.

I get lonely when I have no one to fight with.

Did I ever tell you about what happened to me in the mountains one time?

No. I had a strange dream.

I had a strange dream.

Like an epiphany.

It didn't last long, but by now it was getting dark, so I tried to set a fire,

but everything was damp.

Was it cold?

No, it was warm. It was very warm, in fact. I just wanted to fire for light.

Were you afraid of the dark?

Well, that's what you discover. It's not just...

The darkness in your imagination that freaks you out.

What is it?

Well, it's like you're afraid of darkness itself in a primitive way.

You just lie there and you can feel the planet turning away from the sun.

I just stared into complete blackness and wished that I could sleep and that

morning would come again.

And then?

And I did fall asleep.

Finally.

Maria told me that you helped her write those stories.

That you encouraged her.

And told her to send them to me.

You are a character in her story and I'm writing about her.

You're writing about her, not me.

You are a character in her story, yeah.

But you can choose.

If you want to be in story.

Alex, how you doing?

Are you at home?

Yeah, I knew it.

I'm coming over.

You'll have the interview tomorrow.

How you doing, Alex?

Typing.

Done in a minute.

Let me read it.

I don't like people to read what I'm working on.

Oh, come on, for fuck's sake, let me read it.

Maria told me that you helped her write these stories.

That you encouraged her.

And told her to send them to me.

I was imagining the situation, yeah. Yeah, and she also said that you're

shit about me.

Why?

Daniel.

You fucking her?

No.

You'd like to fuck her though, wouldn't you?

Well, I haven't had sex for six months, so... No, I don't want to fuck her.

You've always wanted to fuck her.

He wants to be in control.

And he tries to take her out of the play.

He has a plan.

We fuck each other till one of us is out.

Especially her.

But it is not so easy.

My walls are fine, I don't need them.

Let me

say it again.

Take your trousers down.

Isn't this moving a bit quickly?

I'm so easy on them.

It's no big deal, yeah.

Why are you making a fucking problem about it?

Who's making a problem out of it? I came home, there was no note, what about

that? Okay, okay, okay.

You know, we're not kids. Just because we live together, it doesn't mean we

can't do stuff with other people. There's just been so much to do lately.

right, okay.

Like, every time, we just go to the fucking Ikea. I want to go get drunk

friends, okay?

We're just boring each other to death.

We are? Yeah, yeah, we are, yeah, okay?

Like, we would build potatoes together. It was fun.

It's what?

Okay, it's moving.

It's this fucking heat, this fucking rain. It's just everything is just

pressure. No, I just think you have a second thought about us living together.

That's what I think. That's crazy. Don't start that. Yeah, okay.

And, uh...

making me feel like i'm tying you down and i'm not and that's fucking wrong

to the end

No. No.

This is the last one, baby.

The last one.

He thinks he is writing the story.

you a character in her story.

Hey, you are just a character.

is caught in her game.

How it is to fuck someone who is not your girlfriend.

The rain is flooding.

She, did you cheat on me? Did you ever cheat on me?

He, did you? Did you ever cheat on me?

She? I asked first.

I asked first.

He? Well, let's just say I wasn't strictly faithful, no.

She. How many times?

He.

It's your time.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I felt really bad about it.

We just had a fight. I don't remember which one.

Didn't even know if it split up or not.

Anyway, you said some very hurtful things, and then you walked out.

And then I went out to a bar, got drunk and, you know.

No, I don't know.

You want me to draw you a picture? Yeah.

Does he really want that?

I met this guy.

Did you cheat on him?

Does he use a condom?

Did you use a condom? Tell me, did you use a fucking condom? Yes, okay? You

to leave me when I needed you the most.

So are there any more?

Yeah.

There was this guy.

I don't know what I was thinking. He was insane. He looked like a killer.

But I was just so fucking upset with you. So did you fuck all them here?

Then there was the time my handbag got stolen.

I didn't have my keys, so this guy, this really nice guy, really polite, said I

could sleep over at his place and that he would have the couch.

But when I got there, he started kissing me.

Afterwards, I told him all about you and that we couldn't do it anymore.

He was very sympathetic about it. I bet he was.

The only one that ever meant anything to me emotionally was my ex -boyfriend.

That doesn't count as cheating when you have unresolved stuff.

You're the only one I ever loved.

You are.

I have to be up early tomorrow morning.

What, I'm leaving?

Yeah.

You've got to be fucking joking.

How it is to watch your lover being fucked by someone else.

Now, when he is inside her, he can be himself.

And also the other guy.

Yeah?

Oh, actually, I'm very close.

I have another story for you.

Piazza Victoria.

This is how it could be.

Garden of Eden.

Yeah, it's our latest project.

And I'm in charge of it.

I love that.

A greener life. Nice.

Where are all the cars going to park?

That's the point. Not to have cars in the center.

Well, I'll vote for you. For a more beautiful life.

Greener life.

Not joining us?

I'm preparing something special.

I have another story for you.

Another story?

It's about a girl.

She loves a man, but the man has a theory.

That monogamy is in a natural state for human beings, even those who love each

other very much.

At first this hurts her, but then she decides to be more like him.

So one night she goes out and she needs this.

Really attractive Israeli pilot called Ari.

He fucked an Israeli pilot?

You got something against Jews?

No. Pilot.

Okay. Let's say I didn't fuck an Israeli pilot. Then why did you say it?

It's a story.

Details help you imagine.

Okay, I'm imagining.

And much later, the boyfriend finds out.

But they're not together anymore.

Now he's just using her as his personal prostitute.

So she decides to replay the story with the ex -boyfriend. Let's call him

Daniel.

Playing the part of the Israeli pilot.

She meets him in the bar where she met Ari.

She even gives him Ari's lines.

You're not you.

You're not you? That's the title of the story. You're not you. Who's not who?

You. Not who?

You're not.

Who am I not?

You're not you. You're not Daniel. You're Ari. What the fuck are you

about?

It's just a game we're playing.

Maybe not.

Just staying with a friend.

You sure?

Yeah.

How much time do we have?

How much time do we need?

Good.

See you then.

I'm the one who wanted to play in the first place. I'm me. That's who I am.

Okay, piss off on home and be yourself then. I'm going. Don't tell me to go

you can see I'm already going.

Fuck off.

Come on.

Fuck off.

What time is it?

What time is it?

Not late.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Huh?

Where is Robo?

Jojo is the name to him.

He is a character that wants to be a writer.

Hey, how are you?

Fine.

Thinking of you, in fact.

Listen, I'm free for the next few hours.

Really? Why?

What are you up to?

Stuff.

Who are you doing stuff with?

Okay, you do your stuff, I'll do my stuff, and maybe we can do stuff

sometime.

Maybe you remember me, John, yeah?

Oh, yeah.

To see Alina.

Yep.

The Garden of Eden.

Exactly.

I'm home with you.

What? Nothing.

Hello? Oh, okay. Okay, that's not a must. I have to go to work.

Nina, Nina, I love you. I love you too.

What? Nothing.

Okay.

I'll be on my way now.

Bye.

What time will you be back?

I don't know. In a few hours.

When I'll be finished.

Is there a curfew this evening?

Bye.

The fucking script.

You know what's happening to me now?

I'm getting suspicious of Alina.

Getting suspicious of Irina I know she's not cheating

on me But I didn't think Maria was cheating on me

I'm just going insane in this fucking heat

Ghattari had the hatch to a place with different rules.

He is free to visit it.

Paradise scene.

I like it.

I want to go to the hospital.

Interviews with ordinary people.

Workers, retired people from my neighborhood.

I want to get inside the city, not just like some foreigner from outside.

I want to see some.

No, uncle.

Don't tell me not.

I'm going to finish this fucking thing myself.

The character finishes with the crazy bitch, Maria, and then moves into a new

apartment with his girlfriend, whom he loves.

That's it.

So you want a happy ending?

I didn't know you were going to go out tonight.

It was at Alex's we got talking.

Are you smoking?

No.

Can you smell?

Thanks.

So how's Alex?

Writing something.

In your book?

Screenplay, I think.

So what is it about?

It's, uh, comedy.

Some sort of comedy.

I can imagine Alex running for comedy. I think that's what it is. I'm not sure.

Daniel, what's wrong?

What?

What's going on? What's wrong?

Are you having second thoughts?

Like... We're going to move into a new place and... I've

never seen you like this.

Are you having second thoughts?

No, I'm not having second thoughts.

Sounds like you are.

Me?

I know what I'm doing and why.

Sometimes I just don't know what you're thinking and... I start to imagine

things.

Listen, after we move into the new place and...

Oh, there's work behind us and the weather cools down a bit.

Yeah, it'll be better.

Well, we're going to save up some money and have your imagination surgically

removed.

You think they're palpites?

Well... You are.

I'm just being helpful.

What the fuck is that?

What the fuck is that?

That's it.

You want the happy ending?

What's that?

It's Maria's.

Don't you recognize her?

Luge is ongoing.

He needs to kill his character to get out of the story.

She squeezes the balls of the rabbit and he is gone.

There is no more time for you.

Game over.

One evening, with the nearness of her skin and her smell,

he noticed her hanging from a hook in her bedroom.

He had just asked her, Do you think we're perverts?

Do you think we're perverts?

She had said, You are.

I'm just being helpful.

What the fuck is that?

That's my bunny.

You've got all sorts of toys on there.

A bunny isn't for a little girl.

A woman gets a bunny when she gets her on a cunt.

Bunny was given to me as a present by a friend who went to Indonesia as a joke.

Apparently, the women in this tribe keep one of these rabbit men near their beds

to keep their men in order.

You don't stick pens in it, do you?

She had said.

Silly.

A giant crow settled on his chest and ripped at his heart with his

beak.

He moved.

The bird flew off, dissolving into the ceiling.

He noticed the doll hanging there.

The word passion meant suffering.

That which he must pass through.

Forget the crow.

He saw the doll hanging there.

He started to feel unwell.

Something in his guts.

He looked at her there beside him, sleeping peacefully.

Got up.

Quietly grabbed her clothes.

Outside on the street, for a moment they feel better.

In the distance, the skies crackle and rumble, a storm pressing in from the

beyond the city.

The rain hits the street, accelerating towards him. In seconds, he's drenched

with warm water.

The energetic puke explodes from a neon orange beneath a street lamp.

The world turned liquid.

The sky was liquid. There's any touch of liquid.

He's weak.

Incredulous.

He wonders if he's hallucinating.

His power was gone.

As he puts the key in the door, a sharp pain presses his bowels. He doubles

over.

He collapses into bed and into nightmares involving giant rabbits and

What happens in the ensuing weeks is this.

He starts to write the whole thing down from the beginning when he receives a

tape from her to the end, when he realises what's going on with him.

And he ends the story himself.

His life with his girlfriend after his period of instability returned to

A clean ending.

Unlike life.

That's all pretty realistic.

Then there's the rabbit stuff, but I can make that work.

It's the first time I've felt normal all summer.

Good.

The electricity and the rain moved to fuck another part of the planet.

And the section of sky he lived under enjoyed the clear, sunny summer it had

longed.

A happy ending.

And he was glad he had ridden out the madness and left it behind.

In the section of sky he lived under enjoyed the clear, sunny summer it had

promised.

People had their picnics and barbecues, their trips to the beach, their mountain

views.

Everything seemed to be going well.

Nice.

All's well that ends well.

Did he say I fucked all those men?

You know it wasn't like that. I told him a little story to mess with his mind.

He was the one that fucked around. He was the one who would disappear for days

on end. No phone call, no nothing.

That bullshit.

What, he was drugged or something?

That's why he was with me? Because he was drugged?

You let him have the last word.

You did it to him.

And he did it to you.

You fucked me over, Alex.

The happy ending.

One evening, Daniela saw her skin, her smell.

She noticed it hanging from a hook in her bedroom.

That's just a story Alex started, and I was helping him with.

Just a story, that's all.

These are our conversations.

These are our words.

Yeah, yeah, but it's just a story.

Yeah, it certainly is.

It's nothing, okay?

Yeah, you're right, it's nothing.

I thought it was something, but it's nothing.

You know, Daniel, when you told me something, I believed you.

And when you were unhappy, I was worried about you, and I always thought that

maybe I was doing something wrong.

Big fucking deal.

It's in the past, it's over.

No, no.

Nothing is ever in the past, nothing is over.

Listen, listen to what I'm telling you.

It's nothing. Compared to this, what we have, that is nothing.

Okay, so you wrecked all this for nothing. Irina, you're not listening to

No, Daniel, just please, just please shut up, okay?

You listen to me, okay? You listen to me now.

There's always the wrong way and the right way of doing things, okay? And the

wrong way is for us to spend the next years pulling apart what did

and didn't happen.

Never getting anything right.

Arguing about this and that just because you did a mistake and I don't believe

you.

Just think about it for 5 seconds.

Which way is better, huh?

I have Ender.

Yeah.

Winder.

The story is over.

And I did fall asleep.

Finally. And I dreamt I was in this giant castle and I was condemned to

I was going to be executed before dawn so I'd never see morning again.

And I was with you.

I was there too, with you.

Yeah.

And I felt terrible because it would be the last time we'd ever see each other.

You would go on living without me.

And I looked down over the walls and thought of escape, but it was too high,

was too steep. And then you said, look at the stars.

And I looked up and then I awoke.

It was morning.

And I looked out of the tent and the sun was coming through the trees and birds

were singing and I was happy.

Happy that I'd woken from that awful dream.

It was just a dream, bad dream.

You woke up and you were relieved.

Yeah, I'm not saying it was anything else, but the feeling I had in that

it was like I was grateful that I'd been given the time to do everything in life

I needed to do.

And I just wanted to come find you and tell you what had happened.

You never mentioned that.

Because we'd just met.

It felt ridiculous.

I'm telling you now.

And the story goes on.

At this moment, Daniel has a life.

A real one.

Bye.