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Life is made of many maybes.

Maybe it'll rain.
Maybe your flight will be delayed.

Maybe that encounter
will be the first and only one.

Or maybe that goodbye isn't the end,
but a beginning.

Maybe there is such a thing
as soulmates.

Or maybe love is just a complicated way
of finding meaning to life.

With every chance of going wrong.

Among so many maybes,

I've always had two certainties:

I still haven't found
the love of my life,

and if I were ever
to catch a flight,

I'd arrive at the airport
in good time.

Well, maybe I was wrong.

MAYBE A LOVE STORY

A WEEK EARLIER

TO-DO LIST

Good morning.

-Ms. Eunice!
-Hi, Virgilio! Thank you.

-How are you?
-I'm great.

Don't forget!

Tonight's rummy session!
We're a team, after all.

-Have a nice day.
-You too.

Virgílio?

Do you remember
that yogurt slogan?

"Strained yogurt is light. Your..."

"Your well-being is our top priority."

-That's perfect! Thanks.
-You're welcome.

Hey!

You're always way too early.

Well, I got the best seat,
set the air conditioner temperature,

-and decided on the best fire exits.
-Fire exits?

In case of a fire,
or that your layouts are too boring.

So, what's the plan?

Here's the plan:
I'll present the campaign my way.

You know, creatively,
charismatically...

What is it?

What? Is there anything wrong?
Tell me.

Could you move it...
just a tad to the left?

-Sure.
-Just a tad. There.

Everything ready?

We're talking about the best-selling
magazines, prime time TV...

May I, Mr. Otávio?

I must remind you
that "Assenza" isn't just a fragrance,

it's a lifestyle.

I want something that people

will never forget.

Like a love story.

I didn't come all the way from Europe
to have ads in tabloids

and soap opera commercials.
I could arrange that over the phone.

Of course! We could also
put up billboards and...

I've heard enough!
We're leaving.

We have clearly
overestimated you...

Excuse me,

I think we have the creative solution
for Assenza.

Let's give them another shot.

Make it brief.

We are one of the world's
top advertising agencies.

We can spread your name throughout
the state of São Paulo overnight.

Buenos Aires, Sydney, New York...

Imagine having your ad debuting
at the same time

all over Times Square.

"Assenza. The fragrance of love
without the shortcomings."

-Was that your idea?
-Yes.

If your perfume offered love
without all of its shortcomings,

I'd have bought it
a long time ago.

-To success!
-To success!

Promoted?

You really nailed it.

Got us another
million-dollar project.

-Simone...
-You've been at this job for a long time.

You deserve a new room, a new environment.
A new position.

I don't want it.

You don't want to be promoted?

-I'm flattered, but no.
-I don't think you understand.

A promotion means a raise.

Please.
You already pay me so well.

My income tax return
also hasn't changed for years.

I even use the same form.
The date is different, of course.

I have forms ready
all the way to 2025.

You know? More money would
only mess up this system,

and it's been working really well.

Plus, I'm a bachelor,
my life is very neatly organized.

Give Otávio that promotion.
He's so efficient,

he has a family,
his kids want to go to Disney World...

Either way,
thank you very much, Simone.

Thank you, Simone.

You have one new message.

First new message.

Virgílio? It's Clara.

Sorry for saying this
via answering machine,

but I think we should break up.

I've never loved anyone
as much as I love you,

but I can't do this anymore.

That's all, Virgílio.

Goodbye.

Virgílio? It's Clara.

Sorry for saying this
via answering machine,

but I think we should break up.

I've never loved anyone
as much--

...as I love you,

but I can't do this anymore.

That's all, Virgílio.

Goodbye.

Virgílio? It's Clara.

Thank you.

Virgílio! Where were you last night?
I had to team up with Beth.

Sorry, Ms. Eunice. I forgot.

I'm in a bit of a hurry now.
We can play next week.

Virgílio, are you OK?

-Yeah... I'll talk to you later. Thanks!
-OK. Bye-bye.

It's an emergency.

Virgílio? It's Clara.

Sorry for saying this
via answering machine,

but I think we should break up.

I've never loved anyone
as much as I love you,

but I can't do this anymore.

That's all, Virgílio.

Goodbye.

So, this woman
broke up with you?

Yes.

No. I mean, not exactly.

You may not accept it,
but she was crystal clear.

That's the thing:

I don't even know her.

So, she dialed the wrong number.

But she said my name.

You're not quite a "John,"

but there are many Virgílios
in this country.

Could it have been a prank call?

Why would a woman you don't even know
prank call you?

I dunno, maybe she...

-Sorry. I have to take this.
-Sure.

Otávio, I can't talk now.

What?

Right, I'll call you later.
Bye.

Otávio just asked me if I was alright
after Clara broke up with me.

Is there any trace of her
in your cell phone?

No. Not like this one
had a lot of memory, anyway.

Are you sure
you've never met this Clara?

I am!
Of course I am.

You'd know. I'd have told you
if I knew some Clara.

Have I ever told you
I was in a relationship?

You hide a lot of things, Virgílio.
Clara wouldn't be the first.

And you haven't been
to an appointment in months.

So why don't you simply
delete the message,

and pretend this never happened?

Because...

Because...

Because you're not 100% sure
it didn't happen, correct?

Have you by any chance
fallen or fainted recently?

-Any head injury that might have...
-Caused head trauma? No.

Not as far as I know...
No, definitely not.

Even if I did, I can't hit my head
and forget just one person.

That's insane, right, Marcia?
What are you writing down?

-A prescription for a cranial CT scan.
-I haven't hit my head.

Either way, it was a shock.

Thanks.

Don't worry.

"Don't worry" is one of the most
worrisome sentences there are.

You know that one of us
isn't going to get good news, right?

That's how the universe goes.

Lightning only strikes
one person at a time.

If your prognosis is good,
mine will be a death sentence.

Mr. Antônio Pedroso?

Jesus Christ...

Time to see which of us
will get hit by lightning.

Your exam is just fine.
You're free to go.

In your face, Death!

Go screw someone else over,
you bastard!

I got away!

Take that, Grim Reaper!

Mr. Virgílio Seles?

Mr. Virgílio?

Good afternoon.
I'd like to disconnect my electricity.

Can I ask you why, sir?

-I have a terminal illness.
-That's awful.

It isn't easy.

Your power will be disconnected
in a couple of days.

Thank you.

Well, I don't have much time left,
so I'll have to hang up.

I still have to cancel
the water and gas services,

and magazine subscriptions.

I don't want to be billed
after I die.

May I help you
with anything else?

I hope I was a good customer.

Have a good afternoon.

You too.

-Virgílio!
-Hey, Otávio.

Are you OK?

I think I'm dying, Otávio.

Of course you are.

How did you already know?

I thought I was dying too,
remember?

When Marcela,
from costumer services...

That bitch!

That bitch...

The bitch who broke up with me.
I went 12 days without showering

and eating nothing but pizza,
practically living on my couch...

But now I'm over her!
Everything's fine.

It's all behind me.
That's how life goes.

-Guess what?
-What?

You're talking
to our new creative director!

Oh, right! Congrats.

I have a room all to myself!
Nameplate and everything!

-Don't be upset that they chose me...
-I'm happy for you.

-Promise?
-I really am.

Now that I'm top dog here,
I won't leave you behind.

We'll promote you in no time.

Get you out
of that shared workstation?

-Right?
-Right, sure.

-Thank you.
-No problem...

But, say,
how did you hear about Clara?

On Facebook.

We have a mutual friend.
It showed that Clara

had changed her relationship
status to "single."

This "Facebook" has pictures,
right?

-Yes.
-Any pictures of Clara?

No.
She deleted her account.

You know women, right?
They go crazy after they break up.

Delete their accounts, cut their hair,
buy purses, and move on with life.

That's rough, bro.

I'd never seen you so happy
with a chick before.

-But I'll be on the lookout.
-Alright. Thanks.

Why don't you take a day off?

-I can't. I have stuff to do.
-I can handle things. I'm serious.

I'm here for you.
Don't worry.

Whoa! Hey.
There, there.

-Thanks. And congratulations.
-No worries.

You're part of this.

I'm not dying anymore!

I did some research.

You may have blocked her out of your memory
due to the shock of the break-up.

"Lacunar amnesia." Forgetting
a specific part of your memory.

It's uncommon, but it's possible.

Great. If my memory was a pizza,
it'd come without a slice, is that it?

What are you...

Last time you were here,
you talked about a party.

-I went to a party?
-And didn't realize some pineapple juice

was actually Piña Colada.

You drank more than you should
and couldn't remember it too well,

but a friend introduced you
to someone.

In your own words,
"a remarkable woman."

Clara?

You didn't say her name,
but you did say who introduced you two:

-Carolina.
-Carolina!

I remember a little.

Carolina called me...

"Come here, Virgílio,
I have to introduce you to..."

"Clara."

Was that it?

Yeah...

That's all I can remember.

The only way for you to know
why you forgot her

is by remembering her.

Could you just, for once,
say clearly what you mean?

You won't get your memory back
unless you find Clara.

You'll remain an amnesiac
until you do that.

But how can I find her?
I don't even know her.

I don't know anyone
by that name.

There are no pictures, not a single hair
of anyone in my house other than mine.

I don't know where to start.

Maybe that's a good start.

Now, the tree pose.
Feet parallel to each other,

grab them with your hands...
That's right.

Deep breaths,
and now raise your hands.

Legs down.

Arms down...

Today's class will end
a few minutes earlier.

Thank you very much for coming.
"Namaste."

-Hi.
-I almost thought you had died on me!

-I wasn't so sure until this morning.
-What?

Never mind.

Say, Carol...
I have to tell you something.

I think I'm going crazy.

Like, for real.
I've lost part of my memory.

I'm serious!
I forget important people,

events, experiences, feelings...
many of them.

That's totally normal!

-There's something wrong with me.
-No, there isn't.

-The thing is: you were dumped.
-How did you hear about it?

Everybody knows it!
I was the one who introduced you two...

Yes! You were the one
who introduced us!

Of course! Have you forgotten?

I have! Well, kind of.
See? I'm going crazy.

You're not going crazy.
You're just hurt.

You're trying to forget someone.
Does that sound familiar?

You mean that happens
to everybody?

-It happened to me.
-When?

When we broke up.

You completely forgot it?
Erased me from your memory?

That would have been a lot easier.

At the time, I was pissed.

But then I realized it was the best thing
that ever happened to me.

I finally went to India!
It's something you'd never do.

Or did you change
your "anti-vacation" ways?

Not much, no.

-That's great!
-Good for you.

It was good seeing you again, Virgílio,
but my next class is coming up.

-Bye.
-Sure, of course.

Wait, Carol!

One more thing.
That night, at the party...

Could you tell me more
about Clara?

Where does she live?
What does she do?

-I don't know, Virgílio.
-What do you mean?

I don't know her that well.
I only introduced you

because you two were
uncomfortable at my party.

Try Melissa. I guess she was the one
who brought Clara there.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Melissa, Melissa...

Thank you.
I'll go get your change.

Vanilla éclair, double frosting.
The usual.

My favorite. Thanks.

You look good.

You look great, too.
This is wonderful.

How was your trip to Rio?

It was great.
Lots of work, too.

It's my second shop there.
I'll open a new one here next month.

-I hope you can come.
-Sure.

The two of you.

How are you and Clara doing?

You two are such a cute couple.

I knew from the start
you'd be great together.

I could see something special
in the making even back then,

I just knew you two would click.

Carol's party
was unforgettable, huh?

Unforgettable.

Partially unforgettable, anyway...

I remember like it was yesterday.

A month after the party, you came here and
told me you'd found the love of your life.

-What's wrong?
-It's nothing. I'm great.

Everything's great. The éclair is great.
In fact, you are so right, Melissa.

We're doing great.
Clara and I. Couldn't be better.

By the way,
I want to buy her a gift...

-I was thinking about...
-How about a box of éclairs?

"An éclair for Clara"...
Makes for a good slogan!

Evandro!
Get me a box of éclairs, would you?

Do you guys do delivery?

Not yet, but our next shop will.

That's fine. Could you give me
Clara's address?

Don't you know it?

Do I?

I should think so.

Asking you for my own girlfriend's
address! That's crazy.

But I lost it. My memory, I mean.

-What?
-My memory card.

-Oh, your phone's.
-That's it.

You know, I can't store everything
in my head, so...

-Did you like it?
-It's delicious.

Thanks.

It's on the house. Bring Clara with you
next time. I want to get to know her better.

I even asked Denise for her number,
but I guess she forgot.

Denise...
Are the two of them friends?

Best friends. It was Denise
who took her to the party.

Awesome! Thanks, Melissa.
That's great.

-Thank you! Congrats!
-Bye, see ya!

"Your call is being forwarded
to an automatic voice message system."

Hey, Denise.
Can we have coffee tomorrow morning?

Oh, no!

Damn it.

Yes, the resident asked you
to cut off the water supply

since he thought he was dying,
but he's not,

and does not intend to do so.
So, turn it back on.

I'm sorry, sir.

You'll need to present us with
a medical certificate in person.

Proving I was dead, on the other hand,
required nothing.

Ms. Eunice?
Is everything OK in there?

It isn't even 10p.m. yet!
Go to hell!

Ms. Eunice?

Listen here, I'm no...

Are we having a costume party
at the building?

-Where's Ms. Eunice?
-Off on a trip with her friends.

-And you are...?
-Virgílio. Her neighbor.

Oh, my grandmother
did tell me about you.

She said you're worse than Beth.

And this is Frank.

Frank! Hush, boy!
Down, Frank!

That's right.

He loves Frank Sinatra.

Nice to meet you.
I'm Kate.

I'm Virgílio. Her neigh...
I've said that already.

My water was cut off.
Could you lend me some?

Just a minute.
C'mere, boy!

Here.

Thank you.

Nice meeting you,
Virgílio, the neighbor.

Nice to meet you too.

Thank you for coming.
The kids' school is close by. It's practical.

-How's your family?
-We're doing fantastic!

Guilherme is simply amazing.
Having a family is the best.

Sorry,
that was thoughtless of me.

I've heard about you and Clara.
Carolina told me...

-Yeah.
-Things fell apart, huh?

How are you coping?

Me?
I'm taking it one day at a time.

Denise, you were the one
who took Clara to Carol's party, right?

Me?

Of course not! I'd never want
a friend of mine dating you.

If I can't have my cake,
no one else can.

You're too kind.
But if it wasn't you, then who was it?

Fernanda.

Fernanda?
So I'll go talk to her.

Virgílio, did you get amnesia?

I don't know. I can't remember.

Fernanda is absurdly popular
with men.

And she was super into you.

So, she goes to the party
with her best friend and what do you two do?

Just a second.

My husband's arrived.

I gotta go.

Virgílio,

you'll be a wonderful husband.
Someday.

I guarantee it.

-It was nice seeing you.
-Ditto.

Hang in there.

Welcome back, pumpkin!
Hi, darling.

How are you doing?

Hey, baby!
How are you?

Let's go? So...

I miss her.

You miss a woman
you can't even remember?

You know...
The greatest revelation...

Actually, the only revelation I got

from all the women I've met so far,
is that somehow

I had the chance to be with them,
but I chose not to.

Or maybe you were too afraid
to fall in love with them as well.

Why would I be afraid
to fall in love?

Because you're a control freak?

And falling for someone means
losing control of your own life.

We end up depending on the other person
to laugh, to have fun, to breathe.

That sounds really bad.

They've changed, you haven't.

Changing isn't necessarily
a bad thing, Virgílio.

Just another thing.

I need a doctor's certificate
saying that I'm not dead.

So they can reconnect
the water supply at home.

Don't even ask.

I think there's one last girl
for you to inquire about Clara.

Fernanda...

You look amazing.
Have you lost weight?

So, where does Clara live?

Virgílio.

Fernanda.

Virgílio, I'm a little short on time.
What did you want to ask me?

It'll only take a second.
Tell me...

-Just a sec.
-Sure.

Would you like some wine?

I'm good.

Maybe...

Clara.

-You might've heard that we...
-That she dumped you. Yes.

The two of you were friends,
right?

I want to know
why she broke up with me.

Well, that's for you to find out.
Sorry, I'm running late.

Fernanda! Sorry...

I'm sorry.

Just a minute. I'm sorry
about the other night. I'm sorry I...

Virgílio, there's no need
for you to apologize.

You and Clara together was the best thing
that's ever happened to me.

I'm glad to hear it.

Now I'm living something
I've never lived before

with João.

João?

-Clara's brother.
-Of course.

We're dating right now.

You're dating João,
Clara's brother?

He's so mature, even if the kids' books
he writes don't show it.

-But...
-Why don't you go talk to her?

I'd love to, but I lost her info.
Do you know her phone number?

You should talk to her in person.

Clara's the manager.
She's probably there now. Go on.

I'll go there now.

How long will it take me
to get to Clara's work?

If I leave now.
You know, traffic is so...

The São Paulo Museum of Art
is like three blocks away.

-The MASP!
-Yeah.

She's the MASP's manager.
MASP is a museum...

Go, Virgílio.

Clara's amazing.
Everything will be fine.

Clara?

Hi.

I think we need to talk
about our break-up.

Virgílio, I know.

Clara had a picture
of you on her desk.

Nice to meet you. I'm Lisa.

Lisa! Hi, I'm so sorry.

I'm a little... I'm confused...

-Is she here?
-She doesn't work here anymore.

Didn't you see her?
She just left.

There she is.

RBA-2609.

RBA-2609...

RBA-2609...

Hey Virgílio, what're you up to?

I've just seen a vehicle that would
be perfect for a marketing campaign,

and I wrote down the license plate.

Could you use the agency's resources
to get me the owner's contact info?

Sure, you're the man.
Send me the plate.

Hello.
Are you interested?

How are you?
I'm Luís, the landlord.

Hi, nice to meet you.

It's a very nice apartment.

And the one who used to live here
was such a perfectionist!

What happened to her?

She decided to move.
Change the scenery, start a new life

She was coming off a nasty break-up,
you know how it is.

Well,
feel free to take a look around.

The apartment is great,
no noisy kids in the building, no dogs...

We don't forbid dogs,
but it's quiet without them.

I'll be downstairs.
Call me if you need anything.

Thank you, Luís.

-Hey, neighbor! How's it going?
-Hey.

I got a gig as a wedding DJ.
Could you take care of him?

It won't take long.
It'll be only until the wedding dance.

He's pretty docile,
but if he starts barking, play track 1.

-Track 1?
-Thanks for the help!

It's nothing, but...

Well, this is my place.
Make yourself at home.

Here's your Frank Sinatra.

It really works.

No!

They've cut the power off.
It isn't my fault.

For goodness' sake... hush!

Hello?

My apartment's power was cut off.
May I borrow a candle?

-Sure. Come in.
-Okay.

Sorry for the mess.
I'm still moving in.

I understand.

Are you going to move in
with Ms. Eunice?

At least until I start making it
in one of my careers.

As a DJ?

Yeah, and acting.

Oh, there's my brush.

Actually I'm a costume designer,
regular designer, choreographer...

I'm into biology, too.

I wanted to change the scenery.
Leave some stuff behind.

-Just a minute.
-Sure.

I can't seem to find
those candles.

Here they are!

I'm using them to rehearse for a musical
but I don't need them right now.

Virgílio? It's Clara.

Sorry for saying this
via answering machine,

but I think we should break up.

I've never loved anyone
as much as I love you,

but I can't do this anymore.

That's all, Virgílio.

Goodbye.

Virgílio? It's Clara.

Sorry for saying this
via answering machine...

Where are you, Clara?

Virgílio, this is the last time.

Either you make an appointment,
or wait for your turn like everyone else.

What do you think this means?

Is it a sign? A premonition?
I don't know...

What about a dream?

Either way,
she's revealing herself to you.

I just want my life back,
is that too much to ask?

Easy, organized,
right on track. Just that.

Do you really feel like that?

Are you sure?

Virgílio, I think you should
worry a little bit more

about understanding
why you forgot her,

not why she did
what she did.

The real mystery lies
in your amnesia.

Not in Clara.

In some cases
of lacunar amnesia,

getting back to your daily life
can be a way to recover your memory.

Your job, your home...

What's going on?
What the hell are you doing?

What the hell are you all doing?

Emptying the apartment.

Who gave you permission?

The owner.

The man who lived here died.

What? No!
I'm here, I'm not dead!

I'm not dead.
I have a doctor's certificate to prove it.

"On today's segment,
a Neanderthal neighbor."

What are his habits? How does he live
without electricity and water?

Does he still feel hunger?"

You probably think I'm crazy.

No way!
I think your story is beautiful.

I'm dead serious. I'm moved!

How is a story
I can't remember "beautiful?"

Precisely.

-Well, I went there...
-And?

There was no one there,
she had moved to God knows where...

I'm starting to think that leaving
things alone would be best.

It seems to me that women feel
a lot better when I leave them alone...

I guess not. It's so hard to find
a nice guy nowadays.

It's so hard.

Think about it. Half the guys
out there are already taken.

And half of the single guys

are into guys,
so they're not available.

And out of that straight half,
half of them

are boring, weird guys
that nobody wants to date.

So, out of that non-gay, non-taken
and non-boring half,

there must be, like,
17 guys left.

I think Clara knew how lucky
she was to have found you.

Even without remembering her,
you care and worry about her.

You know when you hear
a song at a happy moment,

and, after a while,

you hear it again in another mood,
but you feel the same way?

That's it...

When I hear her voice
on that voice mail...

If I forget the lyrics
and focus on the melody alone...

Deep down,

I'm sure we were very close.

See?

Come on, Kate.
It's past 10 p.m. already...

I'll introduce you to Clara.
You're gonna love her.

Virgílio, this is Clara.
Clara, Virgílio.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HONEY

It opened. What's this?

It's a video of your...

Clara...

Take your time.
I really had to get going to that...

Alright?

Hang on.

Tell me.

How's your birthday been so far?

Are you recording?

Sure. I want to document
such an important day!

Right.

Tell me!

-It's been OK.
-"It's been OK?"

That's it? Are you sure?

Want me to go there
and bite you?

Right. I woke up
to breakfast in bed!

And then we went to feed the ducks
in the park.

And now I'm here at
my favorite record store!

With my favorite person
in the whole world.

No, not that one.

I listened to that
my whole adolescence.

You like heavy metal?

No, my brother used to listen to it
all day long. I hate it till this day!

How can João write a book called
"Clara and the Pink Elephants"

-and listen to heavy metal?
-But he does.

Pretty loud.

What about that one?

What's wrong with it?

Nothing.

Come on. Tell me!

My parents used to listen
to this one.

Before going on stage.

On stage?
Are they musicians?

Artists.
They worked with the circus.

What do you mean?

Your parents worked in a circus
and you never told me?

That's why you have so many
circus posters at your place!

I never talk about this
with anyone.

You're gonna talk with me, then!

Tell me!
What was it like?

It was nice.

But I spent my whole childhood

moving from city to city.

I'd move and change schools
every month.

We moved
and everything changed.

But they're great.
They're gonna love you.

-Stop recording, that's enough.
-No...

I'm the one who's
gonna love them.

-Send a kiss, say hello!
-Kiss. Hello!

They won't be able to watch this.
They don't even have cellphones.

I think you won't be able to see
it on your phone either.

-But I'll work something out.
-I won't.

Virgílio?

I'm very happy with you,
right here,

like this.

I don't wanna change anything.

Nothing at all.

This song...
We gotta dance to it, Clara. Now.

-Now?
-Yeah, now. Drop your phone.

-No more cellphone.
-Fine! I'll do it!

João!

Good morning, I'm a representative
for the WCP advertising agency.

I need the contact information
of one of your writers.

It's for one of our campaigns.

Of course.
His name is "João Miller".

-Can I help you?
-Good afternoon. João?

-Yes?
-I'm Virgílio.

I'm Clara's ex-boyfriend.

Holy shit, Virgílio.

How are you?

I'm doing fine. You?

-Me too.
-May I have a word with you?

I've read your books.
I really liked them.

Glad to hear it.

-Do you have children?
-No. I don't like kids. Never did.

Well, just don't put that
on your blog.

Have a seat.

Clara moved away, right?

She's moving away
to a new city.

She got her dream job.

It's no small feat, either.
Associate curator at the Guggenheim!

New York?

She'll be leaving tonight.

She got this tiny apartment

but it has a wonderful view
of Times Square.

I thought she had mentioned it.

Yeah, she might have.

I never saw the two of you together,
you and Clara...

But I know my sister well.

And based on what
she told me about you,

it really is a shame
it didn't work out.

João...
I need to talk to her.

I don't know...
Maybe...

I don't know about you, Virgílio,
but I think love has many forms.

One of them is care,
protection...

Not letting the other
suffer anymore.

You know?

Letting them be happy.

Clara deserves to be happy, right?

Just a minute.

Hey, Fernanda.
You OK?

The lasagna is already
in the oven.

I'll be waiting.
See you soon.

Sorry, I have a dinner date
with my girlfriend.

-Otherwise, I would invite you...
-Don't be silly.

João, I lost my contacts.

Could you give me
Clara's phone number?

Let's try this, you give me yours
and I'll send it to her.

She'll get in touch
if she wants to.

-I really need to talk to her.
-Sure.

I'll give it to her.
OK?

Thank you.

Virgílio!

Two conditions:
you can't tell her it was me,

and you won't flood her
with calls and messages.

Clara's phone number.

One message, one call.

She'll call you back
if she wants to.

The answering service is full.
Please try again later.

The answering service is full.
Please try again later.

American Air Lines,
good afternoon.

Just a minute, sir.
I'll check in the system.

That's the proposal.
We'll be working with two different sizes

since there are always
the gluttons.

Some think they can handle
this size.

It's fine.

We'll start
with the strawberry flavor,

-we're going to release...
-Yes, Clara Miller is booked

for flight 305 to New York,
tonight at 9:30 p.m.

Thank you.

To the airport.

How long until we get there?

Traffic jam. It's rush hour.

The app says it's getting worse.

I won't make it in time...

I think we'll get there
with no time to spare.

I'M ALMOST AT THE AIRPORT.
WAIT FOR ME. I NEED TO TALK TO YOU.

ONE TEXT MESSAGE
SENT TO CLARA

CLARA
1 TEXT MESSAGE

I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU ANYMORE.
HAVE A NICE LIFE. CLARA.

-Ms. Eunice!
-Hi! How have you been?

Calm down!

Hey!

Cards tonight?

I was just about to tell you
Beth said she's in.

Of course you're a much better player
than her, but it'd be rude to...

No, of course. I understand.

-Is that OK? Bye!
-Good to see you. Bye.

Come on, now.

The keyword here is "synergy."

A campaign in which all means
of communication converse.

Television, magazines,
social media...

That's good, but it isn't "wow!"

We want
an unforgettable campaign.

Anything to add, Virgílio?

With all due respect,
nothing is unforgettable.

Especially advertising campaigns.

You need more.

I don't know...

I mean, people forget.
It's natural.

We can even forget relationships.
Other people.

Like Clara. She sent me a single message
and then vanished into the ether.

It's like she never existed.

She never existed.

A genius brainstorming,
gentlemen.

Don't worry, we shall develop
these concepts more thoroughly.

and we'll launch a campaign that is...
"Whoa!"

OK?

Is everything OK, Virgílio?

Yes. Everything's in order.
About that promotion...

-I just thought of...
-We should wait a little while.

No, you don't get it.
I'd like to take it.

-New horizons might be good...
-You're the one who didn't get it.

Things have changed
after today's meeting, and...

How come?

Don't you wanna
take some time off?

Virgílio? It's Clara.

Sorry for saying this
via answering machine,

but I think we should break up.

I've never loved anyone
as much as I love you,

but I can't do this anymore.

That's all, Virgílio.

Goodbye.

Hm...

So?

I don't think you should
delete the message.

She's in New York now...

This may be
your last memory of her.

Yeah, but it didn't work out.
I don't know why, but it didn't.

You need to talk to her.
Call her, contact her.

But she was crystal clear.
Twice even.

I don't think so.

She left you this one voice message
and answered a text message.

Have you talked to her? Did you hear
a "no" straight from her mouth?

I'll call her from my phone,
you talk to her,

and then we'll destroy
this rusty old answering machine.

Hello?

Hello?

I think I know that voice.

How? Did you "remember"
she's married?

No. Make something up!

-Hello.
-Hi, I'm Jéssica Aguiar, reporter,

and I'd like to ask you a few questions.
It won't take long.

-My blog has all the information.
-I see. Sure.

-Am I talking to Mr. João... Miller?
-Yes, that's me.

-João Miller, is that you?
-Yes, go ahead.

Is this cell phone yours?

-Yes. Who else would it belong to?
-And has it always been yours?

Yes.

We'll call you back later.

Son of...

It's his number.

It has always been
his number.

Clara didn't get my message...

She never got my message, Kate!

Virgílio...

You have to go after her.

In New York? That's crazy!

Crazy? Crazy is forgetting
the most important person in your life.

What if she is
the woman of your life?

Attention, passengers.

This is your last call
for flight 305 to New York.

Now boarding at gate 22.

What do you mean,
New York?

New York, as in, "New York City?"

What are you doing there?

You don't travel by plane!
Do you?

Yeah, Otávio.
That isn't important right now.

Are you going to help me?

Virgílio, are you crazy?

Trust me.

Otávio, I've never really
spent any money.

Virgílio, listen...

Fine. Alright, I'm game.
I'll do it for you.

How do you want to do this?

Just tell me!

CLARA, IT'S VIRGÍLIO

I HEARD YOUR MESSAGE.

WE HAVE TO TALK.

I'LL BE WAITING
AT THE TOP OF THE ROCK

ONE NEW TEXT MESSAGE

Clara.

It's just so good to see you.

I don't know what shocked me the most,
the Times Square message

or seeing you here.

In New York.

I missed you.

I don't even know what to say.

I was just going out to lunch,
then all of a sudden...

Are you hungry?
We could go eat.

And then?

Then we could look
for an apartment, maybe...

Clara...

My life is just the way I want it.
I like my job,

and you like yours.

I like my apartment,
and you like yours.

It's such a huge
opportunity for me.

-For us.
-I know.

But it's not worth it.

You don't understand.
Of course it is.

-That's why I'm asking you...
-Clara, I can't.

-You know I can't.
-Of course you can.

Things don't need to be the same
all the time.

-We could--
-I don't want to.

Congratulations on your job.

Virgílio?

It's Clara.

Sorry for saying this
via answering machine,

but I think
we should break up.

I've never loved anyone
as much as I love you,

but I can't do this anymore.

That's all, Virgílio.

Goodbye.

TO-DO LIST

I wanted us to mean so much
to each other

to the point we could share
the same dreams.

But then I saw my dreams
didn't have a place on your fridge list.

What were you thinking
all this time?

I thought of looking for you, and...

Finding out what happened.

And?

So that's it?

Have a nice trip, Virgílio.

Clara? Clara?

-Wait! Wait!
-That's enough, Virgílio!

I have one last text message
for you.

Actually, it was the first text
I sent you

before you came here.

Listen.

"Hey, Clara.

Everything...

Everything in my life has been the same
for the past 10 years.

Same job, same desk,

three pencils, 17 post-its
and a notebook.

The same routine,
the same dinner.

I've tried hard to keep
it that way

because I thought I'd be happy
if things stayed the same.

But I've realized over the past few months
that it doesn't matter

how much I try to keep things the same,
it doesn't work.

It doesn't work without you.

Call me when you get this text.
Love, Virgílio."

I won't let my fear stop me
this time, Clara.

Let's go?

-Let's go, Clara?
-Where to, Virgílio?

I just moved here,
I just got a new job...

Let's go to China, to Australia,
to Machu Picchu,

wherever you want to go.

I'll go with you.

Screw my little to-do list
on the fridge,

screw worrying about what'll happen
in the next two or ten years.

I want to build every second
with you, by your side.

You're the only thing I want
to keep the same in my life.

The only thing.

Virgílio?

It's Clara.

Sorry for saying this
via answering machine,

but could we meet at the park
after your interview?

Good luck, honey.
Love you.

Life's made of many maybes.

And love is the greatest maybe
of them all.

Maybe it's forever,
or maybe it'll go all wrong.

But of one thing I'm sure:

if I've ever questioned
I should try,

I just can't remember.