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comfortable with one another.

Either this, or...

We look at the menu, we ask

from the waiter to explain it to us...

we look at each other...

"Who are you really?"

I wanna know. I don't really

know anything. And I want to know all.

What would you prefer?

Can't I take both?

Maybe...

Why are you so passionate about love...

I don't think I am.

Your writings

are notorious.

It's because I'm interested in that subject.

Men do experience love in a

different way, than women do.

I love talking generally.

Example:

I believe that love,

basically...

has a different meaning for each

one of the two sexes.

For the woman kind, love

is necessary.

Can't live without it.

For her, love is

a very concious choice of life.

She chooses to love.

So, love can be someone's

choice?

Yes, ain't that true?

Romance

doesn't destroy that choice.

From the other hand, us, men kind

we want it to happen suddenly.

Without any programming.

Because we feel shame

of that.

It's an obstacle.

Even as a target, or as a means,

love is necessary.

And that's the right thing...

Were you obliged to marry your wife?

Or chose to?

- What was that?

- We left without paying.

Without paying?

Didn't you pay?

- You didn't do that.

- Oh, yes. You're a beautiful crook.

How would you react if

I told you I'm falling in love with you?

Is that true?

Would you consider it a bit

"too much"?

- What are you doing?

- I'm giving you my ring.

- Why?

- So we meet again.

- What do you mean?

- When Im gone...

Gone?...

I'll be back.

Where?

Here... Yes, this was

the place, wasn't it?

Yes, this was it.

Tonight, maybe?

In a few hours, you mean?

Yes, see you later...

- Will we do it then? Now?

- Yes, now.

First, I must say goodbye

to someone.

Leave a note at the hotel

about our meeting time.

- So, we go?

- Yes, I'll say goodbye now.

You should do the same. In Rome,

I want you all for myself.

Don't you worry.

Alex... I don't know

who you are.

- Neither do I, basically.

- Will you ever remember me?

Are you sure?

I know.

August, I wanna talk to you.

Can we sit down for a moment?

Before you say anything,

let me show you something.

- My love, not now...

- Maybe, what you're about to say...

I only wanna show you...

Amy, I know I'm not

an easy-going person.

- Not now August.

- Listen to me.

You must listen to me.

I don't say often that I love you...

and that you are necessary for me.

I know you're feeling neglected

But, I'm not neglecting you.

It's because I'm such a difficult person,

I want you to see this.

"For Amy"

"Without her

I would be nothing".

I really mean that, you know.

Amy, forgive me for being so stupid,

but I love you.

I want the two of us to go away.

I've already spoken to Monica.

I'll do my last lecture tonight,

and then we're off.

We'll go whenever you

want. Whenever you like.

It's you choice.

I can't... I'm sorry.

Can you please connect me

to Amy Holme at room 1235, please?

Thanks.

May I leave a message?

"Meet me at

the cafe about 8".

Write down that I have done

the reservation.

No, write down

that I have the tickets.

Thank you. bye.

"I love you"

"I hope you know that"

- Don't you understand?

- That we've always loved you?

Always...

AMY - HILTON

One moment.

- I'm very happy to see you.

- What do you want?

- Have seen August anywhere?

- No. Isn't he having a dinner with you?

- Won't you come too?

- No, I can't make it.

Are you sure you don't know

where he is?

See you later, Amy.

You look nice.

See you.

Can you talk to me?

Is something wrong between you and August?

No, everything is fine.

You ain't leaving him, right?

I know he would never get over

something like that.

I must go, Monica.

Bye.

ALEX - BOBIE BAR

Hi, handsome.

Are you following me?

No, I just came here

to see you.

Why?

- I came to say "Goodbye".

- You should say "Hello" first.

- Come in.

- I can't, I'm not alone.

- I'm with you. Come.

- No, I just came to say "Goodbye".

Goodbye...

"There are no words

when I'm with you".

"Goodbye"...

I'm sorry...

Have you seen someone around 30,

tall, with black hair?

Unfortunately no.

Ok, thanks.

AMY - KRASHNAPOLSKI

ALEX - BOBIE BAR

- I really must go now.

- Stay just a little more.

You don't remember me at all?

Where are you Alex? Come.

- I must call somewhere.

- Say something beautiful.

You are adorable.

I must call somewhere.

Excuse me, may I have some change

to make a phone call?

- What's the problem with the phone?

- Must be broken.

I must go.

Yes, I'm sorry.

Are you leaving me?

Goodbye, Simon.

Will you kiss me?

A goodbye kiss.

A unique moment.

Krashnapolski here...

Can you see a woman

with blond hair in the cafe?

- She's from Sweden, around 25 years old...

- No, sir, we're full.

- It's important. Look around.

- I'm sorry, sir, I have no time.

It's simple. Blonde and beautiful.

Her name is Amy, she speaks Swedish.

It's impossible not to notice her.

Man, I don't see her right now. It's crowded.

Call later if you want.

Did you see a blonde woman

here somewhere? She speaks Swedish.

She came and go?

- My love...

- You never came.

I'm sorry. I'll do anything

to make it up to you again.

You never came.

I was confused?

I had to reconsider

the whole situation first.

Alex hesitated

at a very critical point.

He loses Amy. The last

person that was left for him.

The only one...

Can their love survive?

What will it take?

A test. For him

and for her.

His love for her.

Stupid? Maybe.

If he steps back...

if he doubts...

she will disappear.

Not now.

Monica is at the reception.

How are you?

What are you doing here?

- I don't understand it.

- Our plane is leaving.

- In one hour were leaving.

- Who?

Me and my husband.

Why are you playing?

What kind a game is this?

- My husband is waiting for me.

- Knock it off.

Amy, you know me.

I know for sure. Look at me.

We love each other. Let's take another

flight. Let's leave tomorrow.

We can still leave...

Knock it off!

- You know who I am.

- I'm sorry, I'm expected.

I love you...

- We must go now.

- I'll talk to them.

- What happened there?

- Some young man, nothing.

- He thought he knew you?

- He thought he loved me.

- Lovely. Was he irritating?

- No, not at all.

Time is pressing us, you know.

Goodbye Amy...

The woman left.

The laughter stopped. But.

the man is still here.

Not like that...

All alone.

Look at him...

It's all just a movie.

A creation.

Anyway, it hurts.

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