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The Seine, Shakespeare and Company…

-Vienna too. -Yeah.

And Rome! I'd kill to see Rome.

Can you picture us there?

That would be awesome!

Good morning.

Morning.

Did you sleep okay?

Yeah.

-Know what I dreamt? -What?

That you were a heavy metal singer. Black eye makeup, leather wristbands.

And a spiked choker? Can I wear one of those?

No clue what that is, but sure.

Will, I want to apologize… for how I reacted.

You've been through hell, and I made it worse.

So how did the dream go?

Well… you know how

you fucked me, with those dark eyes?

BASED ON THE NOVEL BY ALICE KELLEN

I haven't seen Before Sunset or Before Sunrise.

No way!

Seriously. Never seen the Twilight movies either.

Will, come on. You have.

If Lucy could, so can you.

Will, Lucy didn't go in. She stayed here in the sun.

Whatever, it doesn't matter. Fuck it.

Get in. It's great.

-Like… -Will!

Yeah. Come on.

How about opening the last box?

Honestly, it makes me sad.

I could open her boxes forever.

Yeah, me too.

But it's a good time.

Look at me.

-All right. -Okay.

-It's freezing! -Yeah, it's awesome.

Come on, let's go in.

-You want to? -Come on.

-You go in. -Come on.

THE MAP OF LONGING

-When we finish the game, what'll happen? -I don't know.

But if you mean us… now that I've got you, I'm not letting go.

Are you sure?

100%.

-When's your trial? -It's all settled.

We sign next Monday.

You must be dying to get this over with.

I can go with you.

Will.

What?

I don't get it.

-No idea… -I can't believe it.

"Dear Greta."

"I wish I could see your face right now."

"You're probably wondering where this money came from."

"It's everything I've saved the last 25 years."

"Christmas money from Grandpa, what I earned at the café…"

"I planned to spend it with you, but it wasn't meant to be."

"So now it's yours."

"Think of it as a push to start your journey on your own."

"No boxes, no advice from your annoying sister."

Know what I'm gonna do with Lucy's money?

Surprise me.

A trip around Europe.

And I want you to come too.

I can't afford that.

But there's enough for both of us.

And when it runs out, we'll come back and figure things out.

We can go to that bakery in Paris.

"Ladu"?

-Ladurée. -Ladurée.

-And eat cheese. -Yeah.

Loads of it. All the cheese in the world.

You know how to get to me.

-Is that a yes? -If you want, I'll be your sidekick.

"I've also written each of you one last letter."

"Read them when you've made peace with me, with life, and with yourselves."

DAD

MOM

GRANDPA

No, not my sidekick.

This has to be our trip.

Where do you want to go?

I don't know. I don't care.

I just want to see you happy.

Think about whether you want me to go to court with you on Monday, okay?

Don't worry.

It's just a formality.

Look.

There's someone who wants to meet you.

Hi, Grandpa.

This is Will, Lucy's friend.

-He's yours too, right? -Nice to meet you.

Hey.

Give me a lift to the gas station. I want to buy something.

I can take you, Grandpa.

No. He can take me.

Let's go, son.

What do you think?

He seems like a good guy. Handsome too.

-But? -But… he's all mixed up.

-Like everyone. -No.

Some people, sure. But not everyone.

So to sum it up, nice guy, good-looking, but he's mixed up.

Yeah, that sums it up.

Yep.

-Send me postcards, okay? -Sure.

The old-school kind, with a stamp and all.

Postcards of what? The dick on Michelangelo's David?

-Better yet, Damiano's. -Oh my God!

-There's one thing I'd like, though. -What?

To be in Vienna on the anniversary of Lucy's death.

I'm sure she'd love that.

TRAVEL LIKE IN THE 19TH CENTURY

SEE KLIMT'S THE KISS

HOW ARE YOU? OUT OF COURT YET?

WILL, TELL ME HOW IT WENT.

ARE YOU OKAY? PLEASE SAY SOMETHING…

Hey, Will. How'd it go this morning?

You haven't said a word. Are you okay?

Can I get two beers and a sparkling water?

-Two Heinekens? Got it. -Thanks.

Oh, look. That's Greta, Will's girlfriend.

Patricia, his lawyer.

-Nice to meet you. -Same here.

-How'd it go? -Good.

Just like we agreed.

Four years without a license.

A two-year sentence,

suspended for three years because he has no record.

What does that mean?

He stays out of jail

as long as he doesn't mess up over the next three years.

But look at him. You'd think he just got life in prison.

-Did Juan's parents show up? -No. Will would've had a breakdown.

Hey, you.

Don't scrunch your face up like that. You'll hurt yourself.

How about we go for a walk?

You would've hated him.

Juan.

He was an asshole.

Well, I don't like most people.

It's okay. Will.

Hey, sooner or later, you've gotta move on.

I mean it. You deserve that.

How do you know what I deserve?

Okay.

Sorry.

It's been a rough day.

How about we talk tomorrow?

Hello.

What? You're outside?

Okay. Coming.

-Coming down? -Yeah.

-Will, what are you doing here? -Greta.

I need to say sorry.

Because I'm a total piece of shit.

Okay. How much have you had to drink?

And I can't take it anymore.

It's just… Patricia and everything…

-And you're the only thing-- -Okay.

It's okay.

Let's go inside, okay?

-Let's go inside. Come on. -No.

-Come with me. -Will.

Please.

-Now? -Come with me.

Okay. Wait for me here.

I'll be right out.

-Okay? I'll be right back. -Okay.

No.

Go away.

No.

No.

No.

-Go away. -Will.

It's okay.

There.

No.

Yes?

Good morning.

-Got anything going on right now? -No.

-Why? -Can you cut and dye my hair?

I accepted Ana's job offer.

That's great.

Going on a trip?

Your hair's a mess.

The trip's a great idea, but where'd you get the money?

Lucy left it to me.

With a sort of game she made for me before she died.

Your dad mentioned it.

You already knew?

He told me the other day.

He figured it'd be hard for you to tell me.

There's something else.

This is the last box in the game.

Lucy left each of us a letter.

My Lucy.

Shining till the very end.

-I'll keep at it. -Okay.

Let's see…

It's amazing how the stars look from here.

-You should see them through a telescope. -Do you still have yours?

At my parents' house.

How was your day?

I didn't want to wake you this morning.

Was I a mess last night?

No.

Will, don't you think you've got a lot to sort out?

Yes.

But maybe another day.

Do you know what I thought when I first met you?

What?

That you were like a guardian angel Lucy had sent me.

You got that wrong.

The only guardian angel here is you.

No way.

I'm done with that.

I don't want to be one anymore.

And I don't want you to be mine either.

Honestly.

-I want-- -It's cold out.

Want a jacket or something?

No.

Have you read the last letter yet?

No. No way. You?

I'm going to read it now.

Do you want to read them together?

No damn way.

No.

I'm not ready for that yet.

If you need anything, I'll be inside.

Dear Greta,

this is the last letter I'll write to you.

Hardcore.

If you're reading this, it means you've completed the game

and faced what you desire.

I know it must have been hard.

I want you to know that I'm very proud of you.

I have so many things to tell you that I don't know where to start.

Your arrival in the world changed my life. I'm not referring to your cells,

but to your way of seeing things,

your unconditional support, and the super team we made.

Being your older sister has been the easiest thing in the world.

Now that my end is near,

one of the things that saddens me the most is missing the rest of your life.

Seeing what you'll do,

who you'll fall in love with,

what your children will be like.

If you have any,

I hope you'll talk to them a lot about their aunt, please.

Don't go, Lucy.

Live your life, playing,

not sitting on the bench, watching others play.

It doesn't matter if you don't win.

And be compassionate with yourself.

Allow yourself to cry and be sad, to fall, and to recover.

Pain needs handling with love and patience.

The fact I'm here writing to you

means I lived,

that we were lucky enough to be sisters,

and that maybe one day, we'll meet again.

And if that happens,

I want you to have lots of things to tell me.

Listen to me.

You have to live.

Promise me.

Mm.

No.

Get out of here.

No.

Will, it's okay. There.

No.

Good morning.

Croissant?

I'll make some coffee.

Will.

Will, we need to talk, don't you think?

I don't know.

It depends.

I've been thinking a lot.

-I don't want to talk, then. -Hey, Will, sit down, please.

You…

You can't take refuge in me.

Will, that's one of the things I've learned during these months.

I don't follow.

You need to heal.

And you need to do it alone.

Sorry, Greta. What's this about?

That we can't start anything good like this.

You were the one who told me you wouldn't let me go.

-I was wrong. Yes. -You were wrong?

Yes. I can't do this. Not again.

Don't mess with me.

You knew I was a wreck.

Tell me. Did you know?

-Yes, I knew. -You knew.

So, did you like me better when I was an enigma?

-A mysterious guy? -No, it's not like that.

Of course it is.

Have a great time on your trip, Greta.

Will, don't leave like this.

Will. Please.

We're not going to make it.

-Move, man! -Are you going to tell me what you did?

Look, never mind. I'll get out and run.

Take my place, and I'll go with her.

-No, Mom. -What?

-It's better if I go alone. -Are you sure?

-Shit. Wait a minute. -What?

I have to give you something.

Let's see, Dad, Grandpa.

I wanted to give them to you at a calmer time, but…

They're from Lucy.

Okay.

Go. You'll miss the train.

-Okay. Mom, I'm going to be fine. -Yes?

And, Dad…

I…

I love you.

A lot.

-Right, come on. -Okay. Bye, Grandpa.

-Take care of yourself, sweetheart. -Okay.

-Bye. -Come on. Go.

-Go. -Do you have your passport?

Bye! Yeah, I got everything.

-And your ticket? -Yes!

-Grandpa. -What?

I cut my bangs.

See? I knew she'd done something.

-Bye. -Run. Have fun.

Let's go see Paris!

Where should we go?

I don't know. I've never been.

Let's go see Notre Dame, right?

For example.

I'm going to try the pain au chocolat.

What?

Is it good?

-Mm-hmm. -How delicious.

Did you sleep here?

It was a mess. You know how hard I worked?

-You didn't have to. -Yeah, right.

When were we gonna clean? When we open?

Hey, relax. It's not my fault your girlfriend left you.

Don't fuck with me, Pablo.

Who's fucking with you? Go outside and get some air.

Fuck.

CHEESE, ROCK, SNEAKERS, GLITTER…

Will.

Are you okay?

Did something happen?

No. Everything's fine. It's just…

It's been forever since I came.

Is this a good time?

"Is this a good time?" Come here.

Your dad will be here any minute.

Wait.

POSTS GRETA ÁLVAREZ

POSTS WILL TUCKER

No!

Gross.

The cockroaches in the room didn't help.

But I had to face this experience head on.

Without anything to clutch on to.

I know this trip would have been more fun with Will.

But it was something I had to do with my sister.

Shall we?

Yes, I need to get back. But it's six hours!

Mm!

I'll try it now.

Let's see.

-Mm. -What?

Thank you, Will.

Mm. It's delicious!

Let's go.

Let's see, how was it?

-France. -Yes.

Andorra.

And Spain.

Wow. Hey, how are you guys?

How are you doing? How's the job, Mom?

The job is fine.

Getting up early every day is a nightmare.

And group therapy? You're still going?

Yes, of course. Everyone asks about you.

-That's good. -One thing.

-You're thinner. -What, Dad?

-You look great. -What's Grandpa saying?

No. I'll give you an address in Italy, a restaurant.

-She's not in Italy. She's not in Rome. -It's very well priced.

I'll write it down for you. This is impossible.

Okay.

-Talk soon. -But you're okay?

Yes, I'm fine. For real.

-Goodbye, my love. -We love you.

-Okay. Bye. -Call us soon, okay?

-I love you. -Bye.

Bye.

ROME

-Lucy, look. -Hmm?

It's beautiful.

I really think that trying new flavors from different countries is the best.

And nowhere else will they make pasta like here.

He had taken the scissors from the kitchen and cut his hair.

They never let me shave my head.

A reply from the university.

Olivia, I can't call you right now because I'm just entering the university.

They wrote to me to set up an interview. Cool, right?

Girl, it's beautiful!

I imagined it being big, but not this big.

It's huge. It has a beautiful courtyard.

Wow!

I can't wait to see the inside.

The only thing is I don't know where to go.

I don't know. I'll call you later, okay?

I'm going to ask someone.

Okay. Ciao, bella.

Ciao.

Can I ask you a question?

-Sure. -Question.

My name is Greta,

and I would like

to study here next year.

Sorry, I didn't understand, but you're Spanish, right?

-Yes. -Okay.

I don't know how to help you because I don't speak Spanish.

But there's Professor Amparo. We can ask her.

-She's the Spanish teacher. -Okay.

-Fine. -Professor! Excuse me.

There's a Spanish girl who needs some information.

Spanish.

It looks very nice.

You've always had good taste.

Why are you here, Will?

To apologize to you.

-A little late, don't you think? -Yes.

You're right.

I should have done it long ago. Sorry.

I don't expect you to forgive me. I wanted to apologize.

I want to thank you for everything you've done.

Before the accident and after. Always.

You've been… amazing to me.

And I've been an idiot.

At least we agree on that.

I would have married you and had a shitty life.

So, thank you.

You look well now.

Yes.

Because I am well.

Really well.

At work, with my friends.

I'm with a guy who brings me peace.

He's a yoga teacher.

Well, your parents must be happy.

You can imagine.

And you?

Have you managed to be happy?

I'm going to start taking my things down.

Okay?

I was looking for you.

Look at this.

-It's amazing. -Mm.

How many people must have come through here?

And now it's our turn.

No, it's your turn.

And with a bit of luck, I can come again next year,

if I get into school.

Greta, that's great.

So how was it? What did you think?

Incredible, Lucy.

There are a lot of gardens

and places to read, and people with a super weird

but very cool vibe.

What?

It's already happening.

-What? I don't know what you mean. -Yes, you do.

Say it.

I can't.

You don't need me anymore, Greta.

Yes, I do. I'll always need you.

No, you're going to miss me a lot.

But you'll go on with your life.

With your plans.

With your future.

And I'm part of your past.

What about Vienna? You can't leave without seeing it.

I've already left without seeing Vienna.

I love you so much.

I love you too.

This is the hardest thing I've ever done.

That's because now you're stronger than ever.

Goodbye, sister.

Go.

What are you doing here?

Hi, Natalia.

Who is it?

I wanted to apologize.

VIENNA

It's a year ago today that Lucy died.

This year I've discovered that, as my grandpa says,

no compass is good enough.

That everything changes when you're no longer afraid of falling.

Also, that we have

a distorted perception of ourselves.

Because we change a little every day.

And we are multicolored.

BUY, SELL

Dear friend.

Thank you so much for accompanying Greta in the game.

By now you'll know why I chose you as a guide.

I hope you've learned something along the way.

And that you've managed to forgive yourself.

Because you're an amazing person.

Come on, buddy, don't feel down.

Holding on to the life preserver is easy. The tricky part is staying afloat.

I wish I was there to give you a hug.

Or at least I hope Greta is and she does.

Well, she's not.

Yeah, I can see that.

PS.

Do you remember I promised to show you the Halloween photo of Greta and me?

Here it is.

I love you, Will.

Take care.

You deserve it.

I finally made it.

We had a deal, Lucy.

I had to be here today.

It's bigger than I thought.

I know, right?

It's impressive.

I hope it's not too late.

Hey, where's your suitcase?

In my room.

Ah.

Well, I'm sleeping with three tourists in a really tacky hotel.

-What? You booked here? -Yeah.

-Really? -Much better than my car, huh?

-What? Will, did you sell your car? -Yes.

Whoa! Will, that's a big deal.

Excuse me.

But this is incredible.

What am I doing here? Backpacking. I don't belong.

You fit right in.

-No. -Yes.

-Come on. Which way? -This way.

Hold on.

Thank you.

Run, or we'll miss it!

-Dear Lucy. -Open up!

I'm on a train, and I don't know where to get off.

With Will by my side.

How come you never told me about him?

I'll never know.

I accept it.

I accept that you're not here.

And that one day, I'll learn to live without you.

I don't know how. I won't lie.

The cheese one.

-With cheese? -Yes.

I miss you all the time.

But I've stopped trying to understand life in order to just live it.

Hello, Enrique.

I want to travel.

To learn.

To go ice-skating again.

To cry. To live intensely.

I promise you that, Lucy.

I don't know what'll happen in my life.

But whatever it is, I'll live it the way you wanted.

To the fullest and for both of us.

For everything you left unfinished.

Tell her I love her too.

That way, if we ever see each other again,

I'll have lots of things to tell you.

Thank you for the game.

Without it, this year would have been much harder.

And less beautiful.

I love you to infinity and beyond.

And Will too.

With love,

Greta.

THE MAP OF LONGING

Subtitle translation by: Meredith Cannella