Love Is a Story (Poveste de dragoste)

May we play together?

May I play the first violin?

You play very well.

If you would've asked me nicely,

I would've spared you this masquerade.

May I ask you now?

It's a little late.

Cut!

Now what?

He touched me again. I'm sorry. Sorry.

-He touched you again? -Yes.

Good God! OK, we're gonna change.

-Ready? -Yes.

When you see him in the mirrors,

you turn around at once. You point the gun to her belly,

grab the scuff of her neck and get close to her slowly

for me to wonder if you want to kill her

or to kiss her.

OK?

And... may I lower the gun like this... between her breasts?

No. You may not.

-And you must look scared and weep. -OK.

-Come on, let's do it again. -OK.

Ready...

And... Action!

If you would've asked me nicely, I would've spared you...

-Cut! -...this masquerade.

What... Are you crazy?

You're saying "Cut" on the shooting stage?

Would you please excuse us for a moment?

-OK. -Thanks.

Paul, his breath stinks.

-Get him away from me! -He what?

His breath stinks!

Good God!

-I'm going out for a second. -No, please, stay!

See you tonight.

I'm not coming.

Tonight at eight.

-My dears, today joining us... -Thanks.

...is one of the most talented and maverick Romanian violinists.

Sebastian Mihailov.

What are your plans for Christmas?

-I sing. -I wasn't talking about tonight...

...about Christmas Eve. The following days...

-I'll be at home, nothing special. -With whom?

So there's no one in your life in this moment?

I like a quote from Saint-Exupéry.

Please turn the volume up a bit.

-Sure. -Thanks.

"To love is not to stand next to your loved one and look in her eyes,

but to stand next to her and look in the same direction."

What do you wish for our listeners?

Merry Christmas...

and...

I wish them to find the one with whom to look together to the same future.

Yes, Paul.

Please, don't start again.

Please stop insisting.

Yes, exactly, I'm the little girl who's a bundle of negatives.

Yes, this is civilized.

Paul, if I dine one more night with you and your mother...

OK, I'm sorry, anyway, it doesn't matter anymore.

Yes, I'll come to pick up my clothes.

Unbelievable!

No!

Please, excuse me. I'm sorry!

-No problem, we'll rearrange it. -I'm sorry!

I'm so sorry!

You forgot the head.

-I'm sorry. -Relax, it happens.

Howdy, ma'am.

These are yours.

Are you an actress?

Yes.

Answer, he's desperate.

Your mother didn't teach you it's not polite to dump a man before Christmas?

You'll shock him for as long as he lives.

Your mother didn't teach you it's not polite to eavesdrop?

Would it be awkward if I invite you to one of my concerts?

Paganini's Caprices.

Of course it would be awkward.

You'd be losing your mystery.

Don't answer.

Come with me.

And where would I be going with you?

Anywhere.

Where's your dog?

Left him outside in the cold?

Yes, but it wasn't mine, it was the fiddler's dog.

Would you like a cup of tea together?

Maybe.

Where?

At my place.

Don't laugh.

I just invited you to the place where the best tea in the world is made.

Let me understand...

You hear me breaking up and you invite me to your place, for a tea.

Yes.

-And I think you'll come. -Really? Why?

Because otherwise you'll be thinking for the rest of your life "what if...?"

Yeah, you've got great lines, but you haven't convinced me.

I could also cook.

Cook what?

-Don't get it wrong, but I'm hungry. -Anything.

I'm Sebastian.

Aprilia.

Aprilia...

We'll wait just another five minutes.

PAUL SEVEN MISSED CALLS

Pause it for a second.

Mihai... We'll have to retake it.

I want to change the leading actress.

ONE YEAR LATER

Come on, you ugly one.

Get up.

I know seven dwarfs that await you.

Come on.

Snow White wakes up after the prince kisses her.

That can be arranged.

No!

First Show White sleeps for I don't know how many months.

And everybody lets her be.

The dwarfs, the prince...

...everybody.

I'm exhausted. I want to sleep.

I heated up your water. Come on. Up!

I'm gonna make you some tea.

And you have three big, fat minutes to wake up. Come on.

Aprilia, your water will get cold.

Did you hear me?

What did I say?

"Aprilia, your water will get cold. Did you hear me?"

And when are you intending to wake up, Aprilia?

In April.

In spring.

I can't stand this cold anymore.

My...

But what's happening...?

I know!

Someone came and stole my girl.

And brought a spoilt one instead of her. Let's check it out!

Let's check it out!

-I'm cold! -No!

These feet are hers!

But what are these feet for?

And...

this tummy... what's it for?

-What's it for? What's it good for? -Wait!

What's it for?

-Wait! -What's it good for?

-Tell me! -Wait!

For you to recognize me,

if we'd ever become deaf, mute and blind.

And the eyes? The nose, the mouth?

For couple socialization.

And the hair?

For knitting you a sweater.

-It's ten to. -No, it can't be!

What do you want?

Morning, lady. Don't you want me to clean the snow off your car?

So you won't have to do it when you leave.

-OK, but quickly... -Bye, I must go. I love you.

-I love you too. -Sure...

At first I thought I was mistaken.

Actually I was asking my husband if it was really you.

We saw you singing at the athenaeum. Very nice.

-You do wonders with your violin. -Yes, thank you.

If I open my living room window I can hear you playing.

Or when you teach lessons.

-I hope I'm not disturbing. -No, God forbid, no.

Neither I nor my husband know music,

but we have many composer and producer friends.

We only hear flattering words about you.

-Really? -Really.

Maybe you'll invite us to your next concert.

-Of course, but it won't be too soon. -Why?

The ups and downs of life...

Let's drop all this politeness. I'm Irina, the neighbor.

-Sebastian, the neighbor. -Yeah.

Maybe you'll join us tomorrow night for dinner.

-Yeah, sure. -Good, we'll talk then, OK? Kisses, bye.

Done?

-Is it OK? -Yeah.

Goodbye.

Mister!

Mister, don't you want to clean the snow from here?

No, why clean it?

Well... to clean your sidewalk.

To me it seems it is very clean. Snow is the cleanest thing, isn't it?

Yeah, but... everyone wants to clean it.

I don't.

But... will you teach me to play the violin?

Tell your parents to contact me and I'll teach you. OK?

Well... I don't have any to tell.

My dad is... I don't know where he is...

My mom is in Spain and a have a little sister with whom I live at an aunt's.

-You're lying. -I'm not.

When do we start?

-I didn't say yes. -You will.