Reconstruction

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That's how it always ends.

A bit of magic, a bit of smoke.

Something floating.

But it doesn't work

without the necessary push.

A bit of laughter, a man...

a beautiful woman

and love.

Let's start over.

AT the beginning, it was man alone.

No, he's not alone.

Yet.

That's the first step.

The man.

Laughter comes next.

Woman. Love.

Look at him.

We can start like that, although

this ain't how it starts.

That's why you must be quiet. It's

important, you must believe me.

The man goes into a bar.

He sees the beautiful woman.

Do they know each other?

They don't seem to know each other,

but...

it's like the recognize the one another

Who knows who?

Is that the beginning or the end?

This is what we're about to see.

It's the beginning and the end.

Love and goodbye.

I know I don't need to mention it, but

I'm doing it.

Remember, everything is just

a movie. A creation.

It hurts anyway.

Hi...

Will you come?

Yes, to Rome.

The plane leaves soon.

We must hurry.

- What are you going to do?

- I don't have much time.

- Alex.

- Amy...

- Like that French girl?

- Yes, you know her?

- Maybe, we should go to Paris?

- I don't think so.

- Maybe we should wait a little.

- Yes, I agree.

- May I get you something

- I cup of coffee please.

Aren't you hungry? Anything else?

Two coffees please.

Excuse me, what exactly is it,

that you want?

I just want to go to Rome.

I guess... Thanks.

I guess it's a still early. We must get

to know each other a bit better.

Yes, I agree.

I just know that you are

too beautiful. If I am allowed to say that.

Yes, you're allowed.

That's all you know?

All I know is that if you're my dream,

then I am yours.

What do you want?

- I wanna say goodbye.

- You wanna say goodbye now?

No. First I

must come inside.

Then, I must sit in a table, or in

the bar somewhere. It doesn't matter.

I'm with a beautiful woman.

I order something to drink.

I cup of coffee maybe.

I drink it.

I look her in the eyes. Then,

I tell her that I love her.

She looks back at me and laughs.

She doesn't know me, that's for sure,

but I remind her of something.

Almost...

That's not how I was suppose to leave.

Well, I suppose I should.

She looks at me.

She waits.

The night keeps going. She

realizes that I'm not lying.

I really love her.

And that's it. That exact moment

is the moment when I say "Goodbye"

The time has come.

Let's start over.

It's not that complicated.

There are four people.

There's Amy and

me, August.

We're married.

There's also Alex, the photographer

and his girlfriend, Simon.

They' re not married.

Alex and Amy will get to know each

other. Not yet, Soon enough.

All of them are looking for love...

Poor kids...

It will be a great battle.

May the battle begin.

AMY - HILTON

It's very nice, ain't it?

Very nice.

It's from Monica. She

wants to go down for a drink.

- Are you listening to me?

- Yes, she wants us down for a drink.

- Now?

- Yes. You want to?

I'm tired.

I wanted to chat a bit with you.

I'll go and you'll miss me tonight.

But, I have

Monica.

- Yes, but for just one drink.

- I'll paint. You go.

Are you sure?

Listen...

I thought my whole life story.

I know how they're gonna meet each other.

I'll tell you tomorrow.

You sure you ain't coming?

- I love you.

- Me too.

- Will you take a suitcase?

- No, I have everything I need here.

We'll talk again tomorrow.

How are things going?

At home. In your life, love...

Ain't that what we usually ask?

Everything is fine.

- You?

- Fine also.

- That's good.

- Yes, quite good.

What would make you

really happy?

Yes, almost complete.

I don't know, but even if I knew,

I wouldn't do it either.

Would you do it against all odds?

Yes, I would.

I dreamed, I was with someone else,

not Simon.

She was nothing special.

She wasn't so beautiful.

She had nice skin and small

tits. But she was...

so delicate, that was almost silly.

And for some strange reason

I became to be afraid...

That I may hurt her.

I woke up that morning in such a panic.

Have I really hurt her?

Honestly. I was totally...

I don't know...

I was never so afraid

of hurting someone.

I felt more responsible for her,

than Simon.

Take care, ok?

- Take care.

- You too. Kisses to Nan.

And Simon.

- Will you be angry?

- For what?

If I leave.

I know dad wants to go for

a drink, but I don't want to.

Yes, I'm leaving. Excuse me.

I hope he doesn't get pissed with me.

- And excuse you by saying what?

- That my deadline is coming.

- Your deadline?

- Yes, something like that.

Stay a bit more.

You never see him.

- I don't want to.

- He wants to be with you.

- I don't think so.

- Of course he does.

I'm not in the mood.

What would you say about us, then?

Is there a chance we go out sometime?

- Yes, of course.

- Really?

I'll wait for you at the station.

We'll go for a drink, all right?

See you at the station, then.

My love...

You're drowning me.

You're holding me too tight.

- Quickly, before she's here.

- Yes, all right, see you later.

- Nice restaurant.

- That's very kind of you.

Can we go now?

Where is Alex?

He had to go.

He apologizes.

- Is that how he always leaves?

- No.

You know how dedicated

he is at what he's doing.

- What do you have to say about that?

- Alex is... sweet.

Sweet?

Do you love him?

Does he love you?

Do you love me?

Why you never say it?

- I say it. - Yes, only when I ask.

You never do it by yourself.

I love you.

Yes...

Bye, Simon.

- It was good, while it lasted.

- Indeed.

ALEX - AMY

UNDERGROUND STATION

Are you all right?

- How did it go with your father?

- You're an idiot, you know that?

- I'm out for a newspaper.

- What for?

You need a light?

Did you find your newspaper?

I love you...

I hope you know that.

I must go.

Will you come? In Rome.

The plane leaves in a few minutes

Rome? No, I'm sorry.

What do you want?

What will you order?

A coffee, please.

Just coffee? Aren't you hungry?

Make them two, please.

Thanks. Why

Rome specifically?

I think it's the right place.

Don't you agree?

- You are very beautiful,

If I'm allowed to say so.

- You're allowed.

Thanks.

Who are you?

- You forgot me already?

- What?

You forgot me already?

Forget you?

Of course not.

- You sure?

- Yeah, sure.

- It's you and...

- Yes, so you remember me, after all.

You're late though.

Five minutes late.

We suppose to meet at 11, right?

I had no idea it was so

late. I'm sorry.

It doesn't matter as long as you're

here. You won't leave though, right?

I won't go anywhere.

Did you bring your photos with you?

You forgot about them too?

What exactly have you remembered?

I've got some here.

- You see?

- Nice. What is it?

A woman

with three choices.

Either stay where she is, jump

into the future or...

Or?

She knows the rest. Only she.

- How does this look?

- We'll see.

- You haven't decides yet?

- Not yet. I need some more time.

Of course would be allowed.

Time for thought.

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