In the Mood for Love Page #4

We know it's not true,

so why worry?

I used to think that too,

and it didn't worry me.

I thought we wouldn't be like them.

But I was wrong.

You won't leave your husband.

So I'd rather go away.

I didn't think

you'd fall in love with me.

I didn't either.

I was only curious

to know how it started.

Now I know.

Feelings can creep up just like that.

I thought I was in control.

But I hate to think

of your husband coming home.

I wish he'd stay away!

I'm so bad!

Will you do me one favor?

What?

I want to be prepared.

You'd better not see me again.

Is your husband back?

Yes.

Am I hopeless?

Not really.

I won't see you again.

Keep a closer eye on your husband.

Please.

Don't be serious,

it's only a rehearsal.

Don't cry!

This isn't real.

I don't want to go home tonight.

Mei-Yi wants to dedicate a song

to her honeymooning friends.

And Mrs. Cheung wishes the best

to her neighbors.

And Mr. Chan,

now on business in Japan,

wants to wish his wife

a happy birthday.

So let's all enjoy Zhou Xuan

singing in "Full Bloom".

It's me.

If there's an extra ticket...

would you go with me?

It's me.

If there's an extra ticket...

would you go with me?

SINGAPORE, 1963.

Mr. Chow has gone to work.

Any message?

You're welcome!

Has anyone been in my room?

No.

Something's missing.

What?

In the old days...

if someone had a secret

they didn't want to share...

you know what they did?

Have no idea.

They went up a mountain,

found a tree...

carved a hole in it...

and whispered the secret

into the hole.

Then they covered it with mud.

And leave the secret there forever.

What a pain!

I'd just go to get laid.

Not everyone's like you!

I'm just an average guy.

I don't have secrets like you.

You bottle things up!

Tell me something!

I don't have secrets.

Come off it, buddy!

I won't tell anyone.

Hello, Singapore Daily.

Hold on.

Mr. Chow, call for you.

Thanks!

Hello?

Hello?

- Who is it?

- It's me.

- Mrs. Chan, long time no see!

- Yes.

- Amah, who's there?

- Mrs. Suen!

What brings you here?

It's been a while.

I was nearby so I thought

I'd bring your boat ticket.

And a small gift.

You shouldn't have.

It's nice just to see you.

The place is in such a mess!

Already started packing?

It's hopeless.

I can't bear to throw things away!

Let's find you a seat.

- Have some tea!

- Thank you!

Eat with us, Mrs. Chan!

I'm going to the market.

I can't. I have work waiting.

Don't rush off!

Mrs. Suen will be upset

if you don't eat here.

Amah, pour me some tea too.

How's your husband?

He's fine, thank you.

How long will you be away?

I don't know.

If I like it, I might stay!

Why?

My daughter worries

about the situation in Hong Kong.

I don't want to leave.

Since the Koos left, I don't have

my mahjong partners anymore.

And my daughter needs help

with her kids in the US.

What about this place?

I'm not sure...

I don't want to sell it.

So I might rent it out.

How much would you want?

You're interested?

You could have it at a discount.

I'll think about it.

Mrs. Suen, your tea!

Who lives next door now?

I don't really know them.

The Koos were almost like family!

It was so nice then, wasn't it?

Yes.

Let's sit over here.

Yes?

Is Mr. Koo in?

He moved long ago.

Do you know where he is?

You know him well?

I used to live here.

Is Mrs. Suen still next door?

She's gone! It's too chaotic.

Everyone's running away.

So who lives there now?

A woman and her son.

The kid is cute.

No address in the Philippines.

Just his son's phone number.

- I can't accept this!

- Please, you must.

Thank you, then.

That era has passed.

Nothing that belonged to it

exists any more.

Are you ready?

- Okay!

- Let's go!

CAMBODIA, 1966

The presidential corps waits

at Pochentong Airport...

Prince Norodom Sihanouk

and Queen Sisowath Kossamak...

come forward

to greet General De Gaulle.

It's ten kilometers

from Pochentong to Phnom Penh.

200,000 people line the route.

A welcome unprecedented

in the history of the kingdom.

He remembers those vanished years.

As though looking through

a dusty window pane,

the past is something he could see,

but not touch.

And everything he sees

is blurred and indistinct.

End

Special thanks:

Mr. Liu Yi-Chang

Produced, written and directed by

Wong Kar-Wai

Executive producer:

Chan Ye-Cheng

Associate producer:

Jacky Pang Yee-Wah

Production designer / Chief editor:

William Chang Suk-Ping

Director of photography:

Christopher Doyle

Mark Lee Ping-Bing

Original music:

Gaffer:

Wong Chi-Ming

Special appearance:

Siu Ping-Lam, Cheung Tung Joe

Rebecca Pan, Lai Chin,

Chan Man-Lei, Koo Kam-Wah,

Chin Tsi-Ang

Voice appearance

Sun Jia-Jun, Roy Cheung

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