Lost Valentine Page #3

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that place you wanted to go to.

Let's go there. Let's go

where you want to go.

We don't need air conditioning, nothing.

Let's get some scooters

and go to the jungle, huh?

We'll sleep in those, what

are they, bungalows?

We'll make love loudly...

We'll make love so loudly that the Vietnamese

will think that the Americans are back.

Right?

Everything's great there's

just one little problem.

What?

You

You've got to work with

yourself before Shantaram.

Meaning?

Do me a favor and take out the trash.

I'll take it out later.

Well thanks for not calling the police.

Can we get this over with?

Then let's go together.

Don't mind this, it's rented.

Right.

So here's 400, and I'll bring the other 3 by

another time. That's all I have right now.

That's OK, I'll get by somehow.

No, no, I really will bring it over,

just give me your number.

OK. Are you going to enter it?

I'll write it down.

Mhm, go ahead.

86...

Wait.

86...

Right.

20...

52...

OK.

Did you make these yourself?

What is it, an owl? Cute.

Oh, it's to give my brain a rest

from studying sometimes.

You're a student?

Medic.

Oh. So you're not just

pretty but smart too. So...

It doesn't hurt?

What, my face?

What, it's that bad?

It's all blotchy.

Wait, can I see it?

Of course.

Oh, sh*t. I've got a shoot tomorrow. Listen,

do you think it'll be better by tomorrow?

So what am I supposed to do now?

I think you should put something on it.

Remember back when you were about 20?

I don't know, I don't remember,

I was 33 when I was born.

I remember.

No, I'd still like to talk about that time,

because then, at the time, love is so...

So... so hormonal.

Stop being so vulgar.

Sex on the beach...

No, come on, I'm serious, when

you're over 20, around 20.

Your head is empty, you don't think, you know, about

what's happening, why it's happening, etcetera.

You're burning, you're on

fire, you want to bloom.

Yeah, yeah, exactly, exactly. I agree with

Aistis, because we're talking about two people

who are like burning volcanoes, two beasts

of passion who approach each other,

10 centimeters, then 5, then 2, and...

And then there's a short circuit.

I really am sorry that I ruined your Valentine's

Day. What's your girlfriend is going to say now.

I was going to my mom's.

Oh. So she's probably really worried now.

It's OK, I texted her to

tell her I'd be late.

I see.

Stand up.

Unbutton your shirt, all the way.

What, it's that bad?

Apparently the coffee really was hot.

Good.

Don't squirm.

You're pretty.

Just imagine, you have butterflies in your stomach,

wind in your head, a rainbow in your eyes,

each time your see each other it's like the last time

ever, and every separation is like a complete tragedy.

It's the kind of love that stretches

from Palanga to Hong Kong.

It's the kind of love that you fall

into without even thinking,

because love doesn't require you to think, you

have to drink it in gulps, right here, right now.

And then - even a flood.

Hi, are you the one who called?

Contact psychotherapy.

Oh, yes, of course, come in.

Sh*t.

You're sure you don't want any wine?

What did you say your name was?

I didn't.

Alfred.

Like Hitchcock.

Like Kinsey.

The famous psychologist. Long dead.

He researched how wasps make love.

You're interested in psychology?

And? You've read them all?

Maybe not all of them. This is

more a part of my collection.

You're a collector? And

what do you collect?

don't know. Emotions,

impressions, memories.

What about me?

Would I be fit for your collection?

Perhaps you could take that off...

Is that everything?

No, half.

Don't worry, well share, no big deal.

Laura, I want us to begin a new stage.

I understand that so far you haven't

been, well, happy enough.

But you know, I want you to know that everything

that I do, I do for our happy future.

For what?

Everything that I do, I do for us.

Laura, you know, you, well, you are

the woman of my life. Seriously.

I mean, with you, somehow,

really, I feel really happy.

You're the one I want to come home to.

And in general, you are the most amazing

woman I've ever, well, you understand.

Close your eyes. Close your eyes.

Come on, don't worry, close your eyes.

Marry me.

You didn't expect that, did you?

What's wrong?

What a fantastic day.

This morning I was still in London,

and by evening I was in an accident,

got scorched with hot coffee,

and ended up in bed with a girl.

How's my face?

You'll live.

Hey, what's wrong?

Hey, everything's good.

Leave me alone, OK?

It was a wonderful day for him,

see. I hate Valentine's Day.

Sandra, but what did I

do, huh? What's wrong?

Everything's just perfect. What time is it?

Are you in a rush somewhere?

You're in a rush, home, to see your mom.

If I hurt you somehow, I'm sorry. Hm?

I really do like you.

Is that what you say to all the

girls after you get them in bed?

Sandra, I don't know what kind of nonsense

you've read or hear. But I'm not like that.

Do you think maybe I used you

because I didn't take that money?

You idiot.

You're not the one who used me.

I'm the one who used you.

What are you talking about now?

That's right. I'm the one who used you.

What do you think, that you're

so good-looking and awesome

that you can just find some

unhappy girl and f*** her?

Because you're a star and no

one can resist you, right?

You know what I say?

You're sh*t, not a star.

The tanker prince, that's what you are.

It's not a tanker, it's a

cruise ship, actually.

And you're not the one who

f***ed me. I f***ed you.

You think you males are the

only ones who can do that?

Hell, no. I can too

I can take you and f*** every inch of you, and then

just throw you out like the last piece of trash.

And that's what I did. I took you, f***ed

you, and left you empty-handed.

So get out of here.

Good evening everyone, this is M-1

with our special Valentine's Day show.

OK, listen up; I have a topic-let's talk about the

autumn of a man's life and what place love has in it.

Wait a minute, what, you guys are

already moving into autumn?

Well, I'll admit, when I was a lot younger,

I thought 40-year-olds were hopeless.

I'm not even talking about sex anymore.

Hold on, guys, I - I mean -

I don't feel hopeless at all.

Fine, but wait, so tell me, when does that

"autumn", as you call it, begin in a man's life?

When a man no longer understands what

he wants and what he can have, I mean,

there's a difference, right,

between what you want

and what you can have, and often

they're at odds with reality altogether

So he thinks that he's still full of strength,

that he's full of creative potential,

that he can move mountains, and this is where

the big question comes up: Can he or can't he?

But you know, somehow it

occurred to me that us women,

well, we kind of like those men who are

transitioning into autumn because...

Just dust off the cobwebs...

No, come on, this is kind of

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