continues to act

October 13.

In the following days, he was hooked on little Gwyneth, who extended her visit for another twelve days, enough time to drive Billy crazy. The girl was dangerous, insatiable, spoiled, temperamental, and permissive. And even more, her logical traits demanded fidelity... It was the most ironic moment in Billy's life, a woman who went to bed knowing you had a girlfriend waiting for you, asks you for fidelity.

Her departure returned everything to normal!

The following days of shooting entered a Sumerian calm. He adapted to Julie, with her fondness for women. Now, he understood many things. Julie explained that she admired his way of acting; however, she explained that she wouldn't mind getting involved with a man, an older man, or when she felt like settling into something serious.

Julie only had eyes for Billy like a child, which was to be expected given their five-year age difference, and of course, because she now had a tentative relationship with one of her acquaintances. If there was one word to describe Julie, it was detachment—an independent woman, who liked to follow her rhythm, hated being forced to do things, and was extremely intelligent.

Scene 65, Take 3

EXT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT

They are docked on a large ship, the Johann Strauss, which serves as a restaurant. They are seated at a quiet outdoor table on the bow of the ship, with some passengers, and visitors, all of them extras, the white wood, some worn parts. The romantic atmosphere began to embellish. Throughout the movie, there were connections; love was present. That's what the movie was based on—the many connections they had, how they started to fit together, how the bond they created began to strengthen. The strength of the movie lies in that.

-And this older friend of mine said that, at the birth of his child, it was a home birth, and he was there helping and all, in that deep moment of birth, the only thing he could think of was death. That he was seeing something experience life for the first time, struggling to breathe and knowing that someday it would die. He couldn't get it out of his head, - said Jesse.

-I think that's why life is so interesting: because it's going to end, - said Celine.

-I know. Death raises the stakes for being alive, - said Jesse.

-Even though the same thing happens to us tonight. If we knew we were going to see each other next week, it wouldn't be the same energy, right? - said Celine.

-Yes, I know, - said Jessi.

-Do you think we'll see each other the day after tomorrow morning? - said Celine.

-I don't know. What do you think? - said Jesse, something common, he had been following a timeline for a long time, evasions. Jessi was an evader; he always took the less correct rounds and usually avoided uncomfortable questions with alternative approaches.

Both were engrossed in their roles, adopting them, in the way they related.

-Hmm. I'm thinking about how... I don't know if I'll be back in Europe soon. Are you coming to the US for any reason? - said Jesse.

Julie held her head downcast; she was in love with Jesse, very much in love, and the way Jessi looked at her made it obvious that he was in love with her too.

-Oh, God, I don't want to get into the practical side of how we would see each other again. Flyer. Let's be rational adults about it, - said Celine.

-Rational is okay, - said Jesse.

-We should try something different. (a beat a deep pause) It's not so bad if tonight is our only night. Maybe that makes it special, - said Celine, recomposing her spirits.

-Yes, they usually exchange numbers and call each other once, maybe write once or twice... - said Jesse.

-And then the slow fade, - said Celine, completing the words as she was getting closer.

-I hate that, - said Jesse.

-There was a famous writer—I don't remember who—who said that the ideal relationship was two years intense, with clean breakups, new beginnings, friends for life, something like that. It's like you know your relationship has to end in two years; there's no room for fights or wasting time. There could be more love and appreciation for each other. It's like if everyone you knew was going to die at midnight, you'd be a much more compassionate person. I mean, everyone is going to die, but since no one knows when there's all the time in the world to be idiots with each other, - said Celine, grabbing Billy's hands.

-Why do we think relationships are supposed to last forever and that anything else is a failure? But I hate the idea that we're just these ships passing in the night. I think the only time I get depressed is when I feel like life is just this series of momentary connections. I mean, of all the people you've met, how many of them are still in your life in some way? What happened to all the people you grew up with? Miss Van Sickle, my first-grade bus driver, what's she doing? What kind of life is she having? - said Jesse.

A wandering violinist enters the room,

-But for some people, there are no real goodbyes. I think if you have a significant experience with another person, genuine communication, somehow, that person will be with you forever. We're all part of each other in ways we'll never know, - said Celine.

-So is it a deal? Will we die in the morning? - said Jesse. His furrowed eyebrows contradicted everything he had just said.

-I think it's the only way. I don't want to cheapen what makes our time together special. If we push for something more, it's like we're trying to commodify ourselves or something, - said Celine.

-Okay, no pretenses. No projections. Let's make the rest of tonight great, - said Jesse. Revoking a mood he hadn't had in a while.

-And it will be ours forever, - said Celine.

-We should do some kind of special handshake or something, - said Jesse.

-Okay, - whispered Celine.

They do some sort of handshake and then look at the violinist.

-Cut, - said Richard.

...

He ruffled his hair, - We should do another take, there were some improvisations, we'll record the script for you to memorize, as always, ten minutes, and back to work, - said Richard, chasing his special work, his excitement was in the work and the passion he found in it.

-Give us fifteen, and I'll grab a coffee, - said, Billy.

Richard paused. - In twenty minutes, we'll start with the last scene, - said Richard, handing the script to Julie and Billy, the improvisation now had to be adapted to the script and another quick take.

-Are we going to the bar? - Julie asked.

-Sure. Until 2, I can't stay later, - said Billy.

-Great! You know, between you and me, I'll keep quiet about whatever happens; the twins will go, and Yelena says she wants a piece of you, - said Julie.

-No more women, Julie. I have enough with two; women are crazy, - said Billy, seeing the implied madness in Gwyneth at the time of her farewell.

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