Fallen Angels Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1995
- 99 min
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Perhaps it's because
my mum was Russian.
Dad speaks in a Taiwanese
dialect...
...which no on can understand...
...because of his strong
Russian accent.
Hello? Chungking Mansions.
Who's speaking? Blondie?
On June 22nd, 1995...
...the Italian team Sampdoria
came to play in Hong Kong.
I took Charlie to the match.
She's a fan of Ruud Gullit.
She was ecstatic that night.
after the game.
It's not right
What was the point of playing?
They had the better team.
Our boys were outclassed
There's no miracles in this
world. Fat chance
Do you know why I came?
I was actually hoping
for a miracle.
Johnny's a great fan of Gullit.
He wouldn't have had time.
He's getting married tomorrow.
Guess why I was
yelling and waving...
I hoped he'd see me on TV.
He promised me he'd come
So why didn't he?
I realise that she still misses
Johnny, but it hurts me.
But I'm an optimistic person.
It's said...
...nothing remains the same forever.
But will it apply
to Johnny and Charlie?
Time will tell. I suppose.
Perhaps I'm being
a bit too optimistic.
A few days later, I invited
her to another match.
She didn't turn up.
get over Johnny.
It was me she got over.
I redlised she wouldn't show.
I'm heartbroken.
Not a hope
They say 'love hurts'...
...but it's different with me.
Something strange happens.
My hair changes colour.
Just like with my first love.
I also realised how irresponsible
I had been in the past.
I shouldn't have taken over
other people's shops...
...the way I did.
Every shop
must have its own feeling.
This realisation cheered me up
and prompted me...
...to change my life.
Welcome.
Just for one.
We'll have a new menu
next time you come.
Am I keeping you?
Get a glass. Be my guest.
How's business?
What's it cost to set up
a place like this?
Hi, there.
You interested in a business?
Just wondered how much
a place like this cost.
At least a million.
When you live out of a suitcase...
...you don't need a place
ofyour own.
Things have changed, though.
I had a good chat that evening.
He even offered to help me...
...if I started up my own place.
- Another beer?
- Why not?
What are you really worth?
I'd stayed away from the bar
for some time.
I couldn't bear hearing
that song.
But some things you can't
escape from.
So, after that evening,
I never went back.
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
- Okay?
- Good.
How are you?
Dad's fine. No need to worry.
I know it's your birthday soon.
Sorry I can't be with you.
Is your sister okay?
Doing well at school?
How was that?
Sato-san loves his family
very much.
Before his present job he
used to be a film director.
So whenever he has family
business to talk about...
...he just makes a video recording.
I'm sure his son gets great
pleasure in receiving the tapes.
I'd like to do the same...
...but who would I send
the tapes to?
I can't really send them
to myself.
Maybe I could be like
Sato-san's son...
...and imagine the happiness
he gets from the tapes.
How much for a double room?
With twin beds?
Yes...
Twin room - four fifty.
Too damned expensive.
You've got to be kidding.
Forget it
Calm down...
Stop filming
Go to bed
That's enough
Go on, get out of here
Later that night...
sneak look at the tape.
My memory's not that good.
But...
...I did remember that it was
his 60th birthday.
God knows why. But he gets
And I do know that he's happy.
Silly devil...
Working with someone
for a long time...
...you're bound to be influenced
in some way.
I know that fragrance...
...but I'm not used to smelling
it on other women.
This suits me just fine.
It's shrunk a bit, though.
was a bit overpowering.
I smelt it on this other woman
this afternoon.
She wants to see you.
I fixed up a meeting.
Will you go?
Perhaps it's not such a good idea.
Anyway, I thought you'd go.
This is for you.
I'd like...
...a packet of crisps.
Not the red pack, the yellow
They sit there together
for ages.
I wonder what they're talking about?
Meanwhile the rain keeps
bucketing down.
It's raining so heavily, how will
I get home by myself?
And just when I need
a raincoat...
...he appears at my side.
I hope the rain...
...will never stop.
I'm not coming in.
Then why walk me home?
You could've let me walk
I was going to do that anyway.
You trying to be funny?
Oh, what the hell
Just f*** off, will you?
We came to an agreement.
You insisted on seeing her, not me
What d'you want from me now?
You think I'm stupid?
Oh, get lost
You're a cheat and a liar
Give me your hand...
Why?
I've left my mark, okay?
You may forget my face, but
you won't forget my bite
I'm easily recognised, though...
...by the mole on my face.
If a woman with a mole on her
face ever comes up to you...
...it could be me.
Will you remember that?
I'll remember.
Will I remember her?
Actually, it's not important.
For her I was an oasis in
I hope she soon reaches
her destination...
...and finds her soulmate
for life.
We all need a partner.
When will I find mine?
Are we still partners?
I don't know how to answer
her question.
I've come to look at partners
from a new angle.
As a business partner,
she's perfect...
...but not one you could
spend your life with.
I'm terminating
our business relationship.
Do me one last favour, will you?
I don't know why I agreed.
Probably because it's a last favour.
I want to place an advert
for my friend.
I want the front page.
I don't have to make decisions.
Who's to die, when and where,
it's all been planned by others.
I'm a lazy person.
I like others to arrange things for me.
But I've been doing some
thinking lately.
I feel the need for change.
Whether it's right or wrong...
...I must make a decision
for myself.
'Being photographed will
shorten your life'.
Seems there's some truth in it.
One evening,
dad was taken ill.
I took him to hospital.
A little later, he passed away.
Thanks to him, all my life...
...l've always felt like
a little boy.
sort out my problems.
Packing his things away
that evening...
sort out my problems.
Packing his things away
that evening...
...I felt grown-up for the first time.
I didn't want to be grown-up...
...I just wanted dad with me.
When I left the hotel...
...I took the videotapes with me.
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