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Better now?

It's much better if I can see you.

-I only ever Skype with my parents. -I want to see you, too.

Okay. Hi.

You're beautiful.

Thanks.

-Now say "you, too". -You, too.

So?

-Right, you haven't forgotten. -You want to tell me

-why you added me on Facebook? -Okay…

Well, I wanted to ask you about…

-About… -About?

You have a picture with a girl, at a bar.

-A tall girl. -How tall?

Very tall.

Yeah, and you kind of hold each other… Let me show you the picture.

-You don't have to, I know it. -Okay.

Well, I wanted to ask you about her.

-What about her? -I don't know, I was just wondering.

Ask me.

Are you friends?

No, I don't think so.

Then what are you?

-We aren't anything right now. -Okay.

Sorry if I'm getting too personal, or…

Oh, c'mon, I said you can ask,

I didn't say I'd tell you everything, right?

Right.

If I tell you everything, you won't want talk to me anymore.

I will.

Why?

I just will.

No. Why are you interested in her?

Just because.

Keep going, move, move…

And the combo!

Okay! Now!

That's it!

And now… Move… And now!

Move back, keep your arms high.

One, two. That's it!

One, two. Again!

One, two, again.

Okay. Shift to the right.

Breathe and… combo.

Move back. Head down. Combo again.

-What are you doing in there? -Just finished up my training session.

You box?

You like it?

It's super fun. Look at this. You let out all your rage.

Who's that girl?

Mona, from here, from the gym.

Do you like her?

I like you more.

But you know that, don't you?

Yeah.

-One, two, three. No. -Okay.

One, two, three.

Well, I was at a party somewhere, in a club,

with a roommate from back then.

It was some… ex-boyfriend's birthday.

Yours or hers?

Hers.

And there was a guy who kept hitting on me

and I wanted to get rid of him.

And… this girl,

I think, was laughing about it…

I don't know what I said to him. Whatever.

Later on I went to the bar to get a drink, and there she was, next to me.

And I realized how tall she was.

Or I just felt small next to her. I don't know.

Then I got drunk and I wanted to leave,

and I couldn't find my wallet.

I started to empty out my bag on the table, to look for it.

And she came over and helped me.

And she told me she'd take me to get a cab.

You didn't talk?

Not really. You know, "how are you?" "Where do you live?"

She added me on Facebook. She said something about my profile picture.

She texted me the next day, asking if I'd gotten home safely.

Then she left for work. That's it.

And how did you guys meet?

Well, where did you two meet?

-At the seaside. -And…

-And… you haven't finished the story. -What else is there to say?

I mean, we talked for like two more weeks. But sometimes…

a little longer.

We usually talked in the morning,

because she liked to have her coffee with me.

And one day she said that it'd be cool if we had coffee in person.

I don't know, "come over, we can watch a movie".

I tensed up, obviously.

And? Did you go?

Yeah. The next day I asked her if…

the invitation was still open, she said yes.

It was weird waking up at her place.

I don't know…

I panicked.

Why?

I don't know why.

After we watched the movie…

she kissed me, she took my clothes off, and…

then we had coffee together.

And how was it?

She makes good coffee.

-Of course. -How was the seaside?

Well, she hit on me on the beach, at a bar,

we went to her place, we fucked.

And…

That's it? I didn't panic.

So… have you figured out what you want from me?

To find out more about the tall girl, right?

More of what?

I don't know.

Well, how long did it last…

-About two weeks. -Almost a relationship.

And what makes you think I know more?

I don't know, weren't you together?

Yes, we were.

No fair, you don't tell me anything.

Clearly I'm a bad person.

Hey, how are you?

Fine. You?

I'm at a party. Wanna come?

No, I have work to do.

At this hour?

You want to have a look around?

Okay, fine.

I don't know him. I don't know what he's doing here.

Excuse me.

Hey.

-You making a movie? -Yes.

Will I be in it?

Who are you?

-I'm her cousin. -Whose?

-Oana's. -Okay.

And this is Sibel. Hi, Sibel.

-Hello. -The host of our party.

What are you making?

Daiquiris.

Too much rum.

Lighten it up.

Ah, Teo. Sorry.

And this is the bedroom.

Hey, what are you doing in there?

What kind of name is that, Sibel?

She's Turkish.

-Was she flirting with you? -Was she?

Yeah, she was.

She flirts with everybody.

It seemed to be a little more than that.

We fucked, if that's what you're asking.

Last night?

No, she was with her girlfriend last night. Didn't you see?

Isn't that word a bit crass?

What word?

"Fucked".

Sure.

I use it for shock value.

Why? I mean, why with me?

Well, weren't you shocked?

Yeah, a little.

Coming.

-Hey. -Hi.

-How's it going? -Good.

Need a hand?

Thanks.

Oh, it's…

Taken by me. It wasn't easy, she didn't want to sit still.

Thank you.

Come in, if you want.

Interesting lighting.

Yeah, I know. It's not my house.

No?

It belongs to a friend who lives in Belgium now,

but she's letting me stay here until she sells it.

-What's she doing in Belgium? -She got married.

-Really? -Yes.

You lost a friend.

Yeah, we came to Bucharest together.

-You've known each other for a long time? -Yeah, since high school.

Since middle school, actually, but we were in different classes.

-Can I get you anything? Tea? Coffee? -Coffee.

Yeah? Okay.

You don't smoke, right?

No, but feel free, if you want.

I also brought some wine.

-But you still want the coffee, right? -Yes.

-Okay. -We'll have the coffee first.

-What are you looking for? -Coffee.

-I think it's… -Oh, there it is.

-Ashtray? -There.

-The blue one. -This one?

Very cool.

What is?

The house. For parties.

-Yeah. There used to be a lot of them. -Would you go?

Not really, they weren't really my thing.

Why not?

They used to listen to this weird music, like techno, minimalist,

and I'm not a fan.

And all kinds of weirdos would show up.

And they had drugs?

C'mon, I'm not that old-fashioned.

But it really wasn't my vibe.

Too much chaos.

-You okay? -Yes.

-Here. -Thanks.

Here you go.

-Thanks. -You're welcome.

Can I get some more napkins, please?

I'll give you another one. Here.

That's a nice dress.

Are you surprised?

What do you mean?

Lesbians only wear black jeans, right?

I don't know what they wear.

Lesbians.

Yes, lesbians.

Why are you so aggressive?

Okay…

Shall we take this to the living room?

Do you want some chocolate?

Yes.

Two or three years ago, around Christmas or right after,

I picked up a girl in a bar

and we wanted to go to her place.

We took a cab

and I don't know, I was a little tipsy, I didn't know what I was doing.

So I jumped on her and started kissing her.

That's when the driver started with the dirty jokes,

and the come-ons, like, can't he come over and watch?

Whatever…

The girl stiffened up, but I was pissed, and I got in his face.

Until he punched me twice and kicked us out of the car.

-Seriously? -Yup.

We had to walk home,

pressing snow against my eyes, in tears.

Fun.

I'm sorry.

You don't have to be.

-Nothing happened to me. -I don't understand.

It's not my story.

It happened to some girl.

It's not a lie. I mean,

that girl really walked around with black eyes for about two weeks.

It felt like it had happened to me.

But you were never…

I got my share of curses thrown at me, but I've got a big mouth,

I would have probably got into it with them even if I were straight.

You start with the same expression, to create symmetry.

Sorry.

So boring.

…what will be the sea, the sun.

Do you want me to pick another movie?

-Want some more wine? -No.

Can I show you my work?

What?

Something really nice.

Let me see.

Okay.

What are we watching?

You'll see.

I can't hear anything.

It doesn't have any sound.

Why?

I prefer editing this way, so I don't trick myself.

What do you mean?

I try to focus only on what you can see.

-Is it for school? -Yeah, it's my final.

And that's what the whole film is?

Them just doing stuff?

It's about their life together.

What would you want them to do?

I don't know, I was just asking.

You wouldn't watch it, would you?

Yes, I would.

I like documentaries.

And it's just about them?

Yeah, two friends.

And they're a couple?

What do you think?

That's Denise and that's Madalina.

What's she doing there?

I don't know, something work related.

-And the other one? -Madalina?

What does she do for a living?

She's at some foundation, I don't know, projects and stuff. Bureaucracy.

How long have they been together?

A year or so,

but they've been living together for less than.

I think Madalina moved there in August.

And you filmed everything they do?

No. I asked each of them to tell me

what they consider to be definitive of their life together.

They did that separately.

They made some lists

and I picked what they had in common.

And what was on the list?

You'll see.

But is it fair for them to decide what you'll shoot?

I have no idea. What do you mean by "fair"?

What if you want to see something else?

I mean, to shoot something else.

Like what?

Who could know better than them what they're about?

I don't know. Something you see.

Yeah, I don't know.

I'd like to see how they fuck, but it wasn't on the list, so…

I'm gonna go brush my teeth.

-Do you want something to sleep in? -That's okay, I sleep naked.

Oh. Okay.

I'm kidding. Give me something.

Here.

Manly.

Yeah. It's my brother's.

Of course.

Outlet?

Yes, here by the lamp. There.

Here.

Okay.

Which side do you sleep on?

Either one.

Okay.

You still haven't told me.

What do you want me to tell you?

Everything.

I don't know.

What should I start with?

How did you break up?

One day she told me she thought it wasn't working anymore and… that was that.

That's it?

And…

-And what did you say? -Nothing. What was there to say?

We carried on partying, we went to her place, we fucked, end of story.

You never asked her why?

No, it wasn't that kind of a relationship.

What kind?

The one where you ask why, where it matters.

Wouldn't you have wanted more of that?

I mean, yeah, I liked it.

-I'm sorry. -Relax. She wasn't my soul mate.

What about you? How'd it happen?

Over Facebook.

Well…

I asked her what we should watch,

because we'd decided last minute that I would come over for a movie…

and she said she didn't think we should see each other anymore.

Did you ask her why?

Of course, more than once, but she didn't say much.

Is it that important?

Yes…

It was the first time someone had broken up with me.

With boys, you're the one doing the breaking up.

Yeah, of course.

Go to sleep.

-Morning. -Morning.

No sugar, right?

-Here. -Thanks.

Want some yogurt?

I don't eat in the morning.

How did you get into directing?

I'm not sure. I tried applying to art school first.

I've liked photography since I was little.

How little?

Really little. I don't remember.

I used to play with my dad's camera, and he ended up buying me my own.

Do you still have the photos from back then?

I mean, they suck, obviously.

-Do you have a lighter? Or something? -Yes.

Do you like school?

It's kind of depressing.

The most modern thing about my teachers is that they made films in color.

What will you do when you finish?

I don't know. Documentaries for a while,

as long as my dad gives me cash to burn, and after that, no idea.

Wedding photographer.

-Seriously? -Seriously. Why not?

You're better than that.

Yeah. Thanks.

Want some more coffee?

Do your parents know about you?

Since I moved out.

Who did you move in with?

A girl, naturally.

And what did they say?

It went pretty well with my mom.

She freaked out at first, and then she was like, "you'll get over it, sweetie".

My dad was a little more complicated.

There were three times over four years where he said we needed to talk,

but nothing happened.

Your parents are really cool.

I could never tell mine anything like that.

Why? What could they do to you?

Nothing. I just can't.

You're exaggerating.

No, because there are no lesbians in our town.

You never even told them you've fucked, right?

-No, of course not. -Of course not.

I shot something just for you.

Really?

Let's see.

I slept at the girls' place the other night and I shot this in the morning.

When do you sleep at home?

You're right, love.

You know I thought about you today?

-More than once. -Really?

Yes. I liked visiting you.

You scared me.

-You'll scare the neighbors. -What?

Stay still. Away from the outlet, please.

Look at me.

-Here. -What?

-What… -Oh, I'll help you.

-I thought… Okay. -Please.

-Look. -Here.

What's this?

-Sorry. -Sorry.

Let's see.

And all these girls are together or…

Yeah, they're a little group.

-A small one. -Okay.

It's so cool you found them both as redheads.

I didn't find them, it's how they were.

Okay…

What's that?

She's got some kind of back problem, so she gives her a massage every night.

What is it?

I can't remember. She told me, but it's got a complicated name.

If you're embarrassed you can stay in the hallway.

Still making fun of me?

-Could you bring me a glass of wine? -Yes.

Tell me three things about you and Ana.

Three situations that define you, like in the documentary.

I don't know, because we didn't get to define ourselves.

Okay. Then tell me three things that define her.

I like…

the way she made me feel after I loosened up.

Well, before as well.

No, not like that.

Things that you can see.

Like in the documentary. Images.

I like the fact that she's very sure of herself, very calm.

-You're cheating again. -What?

What can you see?

The way she eats.

The way she holds the silverware, the way she chews.

Very calmly.

What?

Nothing.

You notice the way a person holds silverware, and cuts meat.

-It says something about them, right? -Yeah.

-Okay. Yeah. I agree. Something else. -I don't know.

C'mon, you almost had a relationship, right?

The corporate pencil skirts. Straight lines.

Yes.

Now you go.

-Why? -What, am I the only one playing?

Mine are all about fucking.

Really.

Outside the bedroom I wasn't really interested.

She seemed unhappy to me.

-You think? -Yes.

Or I don't know, fearful.

Even when…

When she picked me up, we were at the seaside, on the beach,

we were surrounded by drunk people…

and she didn't dare kiss me until we got to her room.

I mean, she was scared.

I liked her. She was cool.

But she was scared.

Otherwise, yeah. I mean, the way she cut her meat…

What would you do if she got in touch now?

Why would she do that?

I don't know. "Hey, wanna come over?"

I'd go, yeah.

I've got no complaints about what goes on at her place.

You wouldn't?

I don't know.

I really don't know.

I mean…

I need trust to be able to enjoy something.

What kind of trust?

Trust that I'm not being played, that there's something there.

Okay, I can do without trust, but…

You wanna get in with me?

Get in the tub.

I'm gonna go grab you a towel and a T-shirt.

-Morning. -Morning.

-What's this? You get a package? -Yep.

-From home? -Where else?

How sweet.

Yeah.

Well…

Schnitzel.

Did you wake me up to say you're leaving?

-Sorry. -No problem.

Do you want coffee?

No.

This little care package thing is so nice.

-You think? -Yeah, it's like a present, right?

I guess, although I feel like it shows you're poor.

Why?

You know, it's nice that Mom packs food for you,

she sends you some zakuska.

But it's a sign of poverty.

I mean, my parents aren't that…

They aren't destitute, and they also send me money,

but they still send some meatballs, too.

-Meatballs that traveled by train. -Wait a second. Photo. Meatballs.

Great.

-Very nice. -Yes.

I guess it's the obsession with feeding people, you know?

That's it.

I'm sleepy.

I would love to get food packages.

-You would? -Yeah.

Yeah, like once a month. I don't like cooking anyway.

When I go home, to my grandparents,

I'm always at the table, eating borscht, and I don't know, going for seconds,

and once I finish and I'm full,

I hear my grandpa yelling,

"Viorica, bring this girl something to eat!"

-Viorica? -Yeah.

And my poor grandma brings it.

Yeah.

I had…

aspic.

You know, aspic?

What is that?

It's with meat. You want coffee?

Yes, sure, sorry.

It's like meat, with broth. Frozen. It's really good.

-I'm off. -Already?

-Bye. -Bye.

-Sorry for… -For?

It wouldn't have killed me to get in the tub with you, but…

It wouldn't have.

Bye.

Where'd you disappear to?

I went to a friend's birthday in Lyon.

How was it?

Fun.

I missed you.

I got used to talking to you every day.

That's good.

You think?

Yeah. Me, too. But I didn't know if I should tell you.

What are you doing today?

I don't know, I'm gonna unpack, do some laundry.

Did you bring me anything?

Like what?

I don't know, something little. A fridge magnet.

I didn't bring you anything. I was mad at you.

Or, I don't know, maybe I did…

What?

-You'll see. -When?

When we meet up.

When's that?

Tomorrow? We'll talk? We'll see?

-Okay? Good. -Yeah.

I have to go.

Okay.

-Bye. -Bye.

Why aren't you drinking?

What is that?

Here?

What?

I don't know, maybe you did something. Let's see.

Come on, it's chilly.

You keep this light on all night?

I like it on.

You want it off?

It sucks. Yes, please.

Done.

Morning.

Morning.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You're tense.

It's just early.

No, you're tense.

It has nothing to do with…

With what?

With you.

You always have that phone in your hand.

There's always something I need to do with it.

-What? -Facebook, Instagram, Tinder.

You think it's easy being in so many places at once?

-Do you like hooking up on Tinder? -Like it? I don't know, it's fun.

-Fun how? -Fun.

You make a profile, you chat. It's kind of like a game.

And everybody's like that?

Go see for yourself.

I don't want to.

Why not?

I don't know, what if I come across a neighbor?

So what if you come across a neighbor?

I don't know. I don't have any cool neighbors.

I don't know, it's weird.

Will they think you want to fuck?

But have you…

Yeah, I have… A few times.

And?

-And? -How was it?

One time was great…

but the other times were about as bad as you can imagine.

Do you talk to many people?

Yeah, plenty.

With most of them it's like, "Hey, do you wanna…"

With everyone else we just talk.

Can I ask you something?

Yes.

Did you ever have a thing…

with a boy?

-Yeah, I did. -And?

It was a total failure.

Why?

Why?

I guess I didn't find my better half.

Okay.

You're mocking me. I get it.

Of course I am. What kind of question is that? "Why?"

Why do you think?

What?

What's wrong?

Nothing.

-Wait. Hey. -Hey, what?

Hey, okay.

Hold this thread in your mouth.

Why?

I forgot how the superstition goes, but if I sew something while you're wearing it,

you have to hold a thread with your mouth. So I don't sew your soul or something.

-Oh, my! -Really.

-Who taught you that kind of thing? -My mom.

No, don't make me mess up.

-But I am allowed to talk, right? -Yes.

Look at that.

Don't move!

What's this?

-Does it hurt? -A little.

Sorry.

What else do you want me to do?

I have a pretty long list.

What are you doing tomorrow night?

I have a meeting at six, after that, nothing.

Great, we can visit the girls.

What girls?

Mada and Denise, the girls in the documentary.

Why?

I don't know why.

We can have some wine, play some games. Didn't you want to meet them?

Sure, but…

I thought it was going to be just the two of us.

I thought you'd want to go.

I don't think I'm ready for it.

Ready how? What do you think they'll do to you?

Nothing, obviously. Just…

Just what?

They're gonna ask questions that I don't really feel like answering.

If you don't want to answer them just don't answer.

I don't want anybody poking into my life.

Dude, you're nuts.

I'm sorry.

Well…

Try to be a little patient.

Yeah.

Okay.

No, wait. Please.

You're making me feel really bad.

Okay, you came over.

You could've told me online.

Fuck online.

Okay.

What were you doing?

Working.

On what?

I have two articles to finish for tomorrow.

What articles?

Ten foods that have vitamin C

and The perfect sandals for summer.

And what sandals are perfect for summer?

Seriously?

It's not a hard question.

Okay, I'm sorry I upset you.

It's fine. We fight, we make up. That's the way it is.

Please, just be patient with me.

I am patient.

-Okay, then let's leave it at that. -At what?

-Like, how it is, I don't know. -How? How is it?

You're rushing me.

I'm not rushing anything. I'm not dragging you to the altar, for fuck's sake.

So what do you want then?

You want me to take you to the movies? Make out in front of kids, what?

Well, what do you want? Just to fuck here, in this room? Tell me.

-Is this what you want? To fuck? Tell me. -No.

-Is this it? -Stop it.

You want us to fuck here?

What's that for?

Let's make a list…

of what we are allowed to do and what we aren't allowed to do.

So, we don't make out in front of kids.

-We don't hold hands on the street… -Stop it.

-…when we go to the movies. -Stop it.

Write it down. I want to know. I want to know where we stand.

I don't know what to write.

-I'm sorry. I really don't know. -Try.

Come on, make an effort. Please.

-Stop it. -Please.

Stop it. Please.

I'm asking you to stop. Please.

This is shit.

Come here.

You suck.

I'm sorry.

Wait.

I want you to understand that even if you were a guy,

-it would be exactly the same. -No!

-Really. -No. Not this.

Really.

I don't know, I'm scared.

I don't know what to tell you. That's all I can figure out.

Let's just see how it goes, what happens. But don't…

You're putting pointless pressure on it and it's not okay.

What the fuck am I asking of you, dude?

I'm just asking you to tell me where we stand. Shit.

Say it. "I just want to fuck. That's it."

I don't know, I'm scared, I'm…

Yes, you're a coward.

Okay, so I asked you…

-I don't know. -What?

-I just need a little patience… -I'm very patient.

…and we'll settle this later. You want it now.

Yes. So you want to fuck.

That's it.

It's okay.

It's alright.

It's fine by me, really.

Come on.

Stop it.

-Stop it. -C'mon.

Stop it.

Stop.

If I leave now, I'm not coming back.

Wait.

Okay, come on…