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Yes or no.

No!

No.

No?

My card ran out. Call you right back.

My phone card is used up. Can I borrow yours?

Won't be long.

I'm back...

No...

No!

No.

Bye.

"We Germans consider love a virtue,

a divine emanation...

something mystical."

You owe me money!

You owe me money!

"It is not jealous and tyrannical...

as in an Italian woman's heart."

My mother's Italian.

"It's deep and visionary

and utterly unlike anything in England."

Romantic?

You're not lucky. You're loose.

- Loose? - Loose.

I think he's wrong.

Really?

I don't understand his fear.

I think he wants too much for too little.

He has good reason to hesitate.

Apart from Dwight's indecision,

this man Johann has shown that he can be unfaithful.

He's deceiving his lover in New York.

But, then, we don't know if Johann

ever displayed the same urge to commit to this other man

the way he has with Dwight.

The point is Dwight was given an ultimatum.

He should know what he feels.

He's acting in bad faith.

He wants the situation to remain ambiguous indefinitely.

Yes, he's a flirt.

That's right.

To flirt is to exist in ambiguity.

Flirting implies a chaste amorous relationship

generally devoid of deep feelings.

It's not meant to be a believable expression of deeper feelings.

Like Bill in New York,

Dwight is a flirt.

If such people were to really define the situation between them

and well, the other.

That's like destroying any possibility of flirtation.

What?

Are you standing up for him?

- For whom? - For Dwight.

I find Johann's ultimatum exaggerated.

Perhaps he is fond of Dwight's flirtatiousness.

This isn't about flirtation.

This is about seduction.

It's a matter of degree.

He's trying to steal this woman's husband.

He's just having some fun!

Etymologicaly, seduction means to lead astray

to make someone take a wrong turn.

That sound more like what's going on here.

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

because Dwight kissed him.

If we can believe what he's saying,

the filmmaker's project is to compare the changing dynamics

of the same situation in different milieus.

And you don't think he will succeed?

I don't know. It's too early to tell.

But I think he will fail.

Yes, he'll fail. He's already failed.

But, in this case, the failure is interesting.

Shut the fuck up.

The milieu is bounded to change the dynamics of the situation.

People don't change

regardless of the milieu they're in.

So you think...

that personality, character,

doesn't have any effect on the situation?

Please! Don't twist my words around!

The question remains the same:

What's to be done when contingent reality

demands a definite response?

We can't exist in ambiguity forever!

I disagree. I think we can.

Although it means the deepest loneliness.

Why is he doing this to me?

Liar.

Shit!

This look bad.

Please clean that up.

I will give you something for the pain

but it's going to hurt anyway.

No.

Your upper lip is in three pieces, you feel that?

Now, I'm going to inject the Novocaine right into your wounds.

I tell you this because I need your cooperation.

Now, this is going to pinch a little...

a number of injections.

I know, I know.

Now, one more on this side.

This won't last too long. It's all running out.

There is no place for the Novocaine to stay.

What's he saying?

What happened to you?

Miho, Ozu is in enough of a complicated state right now.

He doesn't have time to get mixed up with a woman like you.

A woman like me? What do you mean?

You know what I mean.

No, I don't.

You're not serious.

Serious... like his wife, you mean?

Yuki is a successful dancer and a respected person.

He is suffocating because of her.

That's no reason for him to take up

with an aimless flirt like you.

Mr. Ozu?

It's me, Miho...

I...

have something important...

I just...

I just need to...

I just need to ask you:

Is there a future for us?

Yes...

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

Alright, I'll see you in 10 minutes.

Naomi, can I borrow your car?

I'm taking Hal to the airport.

So he's finally leaving you, huh?

He's only going to L.A. for 3 months...

for some work he has there.

Don't you trust him?

I'm already the other woman.

Why is he doing this to me?

I don't know.

He loved me once...

Why can't he love me now?

- People change. - I don't change.

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

Sometimes you have no choice...

Do you change?

I'm always changing.

That's why all the men like you so much.

I don't think all the men like me.

My husband likes you.

"Love is an actual thing.

We ourselves bring it into existence.

These words, these written pages...

the melody of the sentences, the images they conjure...

these are not just the products of love

nor are they merely the expression of love.

They are a form love has taken.

They are actually my love."

You owe me money!

What's the matter? Are you upset?

Your problems are trivial.

Something happened between my teacher and me.

I see.

What happened?

We kissed once.

My boyfriend is an American.

We met about 6 months ago.

And now he has to go to L.A.

for three months for his work.

He says he love me

and that he will miss me very much.

But...

there is another woman in L.A.

His ex-girlfriend.

She wants to marry him.

She's very beautiful, successful and intelligent.

A nice person.

Before he leaves, he wants me to tell him

if there is a future for us, for me and him.

Am I wrong to hesitate?

Am I wrong...

for wanting more time?

More...

proof?

Am I wrong...

for being scared?

Get rid of that fucker!

No one's perfect.

- All of us are incomplete. - You mustn't let him go.

He'll get away.

Those we love have had lives before meeting us.

He's only using you!

- You are wrong... - Who does he think he is?

- Women have to make a choice. - What? He thinks his shit doesn't stink?

You're not young forever.

- Tell him to fuck off! - Foreign men are more open-minded.

- Besides, they like Asian women! - Pathetic. Human.

His leaving is the best thing for you.

Give me a break! The fuck!

Yeah.

No. He's gone.

This is terrible.

Wipe all of this away.

I'm going to give you a painkiller, but it's going to hurt anyway.

Breathe.

I'm going to inject it straight into the wound.

Don't forget to breathe.

There will be a few injections.

Listen! I know! I know!

I can't put you out. I need you to cooperate.

Think of something.

Something specific.

This is terrible.

More gauze!

Your upper lip is split in three pieces. Can you feel that?

One of the tears goes across your left cheek. Can you feel that?

Something specific.

The painkiller is pouring out of the wounds.

It's not staying in. There's no place for it to stay.

That's not blood in your mouth,

it's the painkiller.

Do you need to spit?