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Please tell me,
when is the next train to Munich?

I had to disappear from your world
to end this torment. Completely.

What I have done cannot be forgiven.
But it can be forgotten.

Forget.

Good evening.

A bottle of prosecco, please. And a cigar.

With pleasure.

The best you have.

Please leave the building immediately.

I repeat:
please leave the building immediately.

Please remain calm.

Make your way towards the emergency exits.

ANTIQUES AND COLLECTIBLES
ART

BUYING OFFER LIST

USER
ELJOT

USER INFORMATION: ELJOT
EMAIL THIS USER

I'm a bit infatuated
with the remnants of senseless love…

…and I'm so sad now
that I have to tell someone.

It has to be a complete stranger
who can't hurt me.

Turns out that's you.

SEND

POLICE

-Hello.
-Coffee with milk and a water, please.

FROM: JAKUB

IS YOUR PSYCHOTHERAPIST BUSY TODAY,
OR ON VACATION?

ALL PSYCHOTHERAPISTS IN POLAND
ARE EITHER WRITING BOOKS

OR SETTING UP PUBLISHING HOUSES.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

JUST LIKE MINE… FORTUNATELY.

REPLY

WAS HE HEALING YOUR MIND OR SOUL?

SENDING MESSAGE
MESSAGE SENT

RETRIEVE MESSAGES

RETRIEVING MESSAGES
NO NEW MESSAGES

Although the destruction in New Orleans
was not as great as expected,

most residents are certain

that Katrina is the most devastating
hurricane to have hit their state.

In '92, Hurricane Andrew
caused the death of 43 people,

but over the last 48 hours…

The ramp at track 4 on platform 11,

Berlin-Lichtenberg station,
is the most popular spot for suicides

according to…

Ewunia, who's Jakub L. Wysocki? Eljot?

-I don't know.
-You got a message.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

Don't give strangers
my email address, okay?

Our email address.

Fine. I don't want any online strangers.

Why?

Someone will send a virus.

JAKUB L. WYSOCKI
SEARCH ONLINE

SEARCH

JAKUB WYSOCKI: PUBLICATIONS

PLEASE ENTER PASSWORD

I KNOW WHO YOU ARE!
BUT I WANT TO KNOW YOU BETTER!

ARE YOU SURE
I'M THE ONE YOU WANT TO TRUST?

I CHOSE YOU BECAUSE
YOU'RE ANONYMOUS ENOUGH

AND FAR ENOUGH AWAY.
YOU'LL LISTEN AND ADVISE, RIGHT?

IF IT'S SAD, I'M NOT LISTENING.

I SUSPECT IT IS.

AS A LAST RESORT,
I'D ADVISE CHEMICALS OR ALCOHOL.

TAKE CARE.

Did I jinx it?

I had a miscarriage.

You didn't want a baby anyway.

He doesn't.

You know, I thought…

when I came off the meds, when…

…that Marek would come back to me.

I didn't know you'd split up.

Me neither.

Actually…

he still doesn't know he left me long ago.

Sad as usual?

Then…
I have something to cheer you up!

Princeton University. The boss
wants you to go over this. It's a demo.

And after work, I can cheer you up, honey.

Maybe you can be seduced for once?

What?

We haven't got time.

NEW MESSAGE

CHAT WITH EWA
EWA: I MISSED YOU.

CHAT DURATION: 00:01:09
I WAS WAITING FOR YOU.

IS WAITING THE SAME AS MISSING?

Not for me.

Waiting doesn't make me
wake at 5 a.m. from the best dreams.

Waiting doesn't make milk
lose its taste. Missing does.

I ask because I don't think
anyone's missed me for years.

When someone writes that
to me instead of "Hello,"

my first instinct
is to turn around and check

it wasn't meant for the person behind me.

But there's no one behind me.

It was meant for you.

Only you.

Chris…

Thank you.

How do you manage to have the same mood

as tourists in the Seychelles at 10 a.m.?

Spend the night at mine
and you'll find out.

Chris!

I know you dream,
you like milk, and you missed me.

Can I know more?

Are your eyes big?

Do you sleep on your side?
Is your hair fluffy?

Are you suntanned?

Do you believe in God?
What music do you listen to?

You're very inquisitive.

Maybe you'd like to know
the color of my panties, too?

What color?

What's your favorite color?

Green.

All shades.

I'll remember.

I'd like to know something about you, too.

Why do you have a website about your life
that can't be entered?

It can be entered, but you need the code.

Do you think life's a game?

Certainly an interesting program.

The question is: is our fate
coded in advance, like a genome?

-A genome?
-A genome.

Quite simply, it's a total sequence
of about 3.5 billion simple organic rules,

extending like the rungs of a ladder

between two strands
of phosphorus and sugar.

Those nanometer-thin threads
make up that famous double helix.

But don't be deceived into thinking

discovering their secret
means discovering the mystery of life.

American geneticists

are close to completely decoding DNA.

Deciphering a code like that
would take over a hundred years.

Let's not play God.

The laboratory in Rockville has
more potential than the entire Pentagon.

Yes, but the amount of information
is 20,000 times greater

than that in all of Bach's compositions.

It's not possible.

-It is possible.
-Ewunia, babe, don't drink any more.

Even if they converted
all the information,

they wouldn't figure out the secret,

just as they don't get Bach's talent,
because it's down to God.

Luckily, I don't believe in God.

Everything is rationally predictable.

If we figure out Bach's genome,
we'll understand his talent.

You didn't predict that, right?

Ewa.

Ewa!

-Ewa…
-I think your wife's had enough.

Fetch those glasses.

Thank you very much.
He was about to recommend me.

Asshole.

He knows as much
about architecture as genetics.

How come you know about genetics?

CHAT WITH EWA
EWA: SOME GIFT YOU GAVE ME.

I was at a perfume shop yesterday

and saw women shamelessly
spritzing the inside of their wrists.

As I watched, I felt how much I'd like…

to kiss your wrists.

Does anyone kiss your wrists?

No one kisses my wrists,
and no one ever has.

When we meet, you'll kiss them, right?

WHEN WE MEET, YOU'LL KISS THEM,
RIGHT?

CHAT DURATION: 00:23:06

That's the information you requested.

-I'm really grateful for this.
-Happy to help.

FATHER ANDRZEJ

PLEASE ENTER PASSWORD

PLEASE ENTER PASSWORD

INITIATION…

GENERATING PASSWORD

READY!

FATHER ANDRZEJ

-Have you finished?
-Yes. Here.

Thanks. Sorry, I think you left your bag.

-Your change.
-No, thanks.

CONNECTING TO EL-JOT.NET

-I need the news. The briefing's starting.
-Here you go.

-Any weekend plans?
-I don't know.

Thought you were going
to the mountains or Prague?

Why the questions? Want to come with us?

CONNECTION WITH EL-JOT.NET TERMINATED

I FORGOT MY MEETING.
I'VE BEEN FORGETFUL LATELY.

THEY'RE WAITING. I HAVE TO GO.

MY WORLD IS SUDDENLY QUIET…

My world is suddenly quiet…

without you.

INSTITUTE FOR GENETIC ENGINEERING

…QUIET…

MY WORLD IS SUDDENLY QUIET WITHOUT YOU.

Watch it!

-Hello.
-Hello.

Could I speak to…

Natalia?

For you.

-Do you like--
-My daughter likes lilies.

But she can't tell you that.
She can't hear.

My name is Jakub.

WE'RE GOING TO MEET UP
AND WRITE TO EACH OTHER? WHY?

MY NAME IS…

WE'RE GOING TO MEET UP
AND WRITE TO EACH OTHER? WHY?

I'M SHARING A ROOM WITH A BOY.
HE'S CALLED…

You've often asked me about women.

I didn't respond,
or put it off till some undefined "later".

Now you've written one sentence
and it's time to tell you…

Professor Jarug from Lviv is the best.

Even Americans go there.

I love you.

You'll hear that soon.

TWO DAYS UNTIL THE OPERATION.
I ADORE YOU. NATALIA

P.S. MY WORLD
IS SUDDENLY QUIET WITHOUT YOU…

I'M SHARING A ROOM WITH A BOY.
HE'S CALLED WITIA.

HE'S 8 YEARS OLD.
WITIA'S BEEN DEAF SINCE BIRTH, TOO.

I LOVE YOU

Why did he describe it all so thoroughly?

He must have known it'd make me sad.

He just wanted to share.

You're here,
so he thought, "What the hell?"

What is it about this guy from Germany?

I get that he's smart,
but there are plenty of smart guys.

You don't get it. Ice?

Don't talk down to me, Heart.

We're only chemicals.
Your reaction is just different.

You speak with reason,
but there are things you'll never grasp.

No, I know.

You mean love.

But remember, of all eternal things,
love lasts the shortest.

You hate love

because when it comes along,
you get deactivated.

I am the neurons, the dendrites,
the hypothalamus, midbrain, and amygdala.

You're mostly neurotransmitters,

phenylethylamine, dopamine,
and catecholamine.

Oh, Mind.

Could you shut off
the conscience for a while?

It's been bothering me.

Since you met Jakub,

you're always changing pace,
flooding me with dopamine,

waking me at night
or not letting me sleep. Why, Heart?

Are you scared that one day
you'll be bent over a cake full of candles

and realize your time has passed
and you experienced nothing?

No true arrhythmia.

No romantic tachycardia
or even atrial fibrillation.

Or maybe the fact
you're beating for just one man

makes you fear a missed opportunity.

I thought it would fade…

that it was just…

a temporary irregularity.

A reaction to coldness and emptiness…

and indifference.

But now I think I'd like…

that irregularity to last.

I'd really like that.

I THOUGHT IT WOULD FADE,
THAT IT WAS JUST…

Can you imagine the betrayal
of an omniscient God?

You can't hide that.

It's not the deed.

You can't hide thoughts…

desires…

dreams.

It was a sin to think of her…

almost all the time.

Constantly.

From the church near Częstochowa.

It was a sin to dream of her.

It was a sin to dream of her lips…

Running my fingers over them.

Then there was only sin.

Anastazja's superior sent her
to a small village in the mountains.

She was constantly humiliated.

One day…

she took the car from the monastery…

and took a left turn…

right in front of… a big truck.

There was no sign of braking.

Don't mind him. He's been staring
like that since he came here.

Doesn't listen, doesn't talk.
He'll always be this way.

When he dies, no priest will bury him.

He's sinned too much.

-Where does his anxiety come from?
-I don't know.

You've read his file. Someone died.
He thought it was his fault.

Yes, yes.

In such situations,
people abandon the brain.

-And go where?
-Maybe we'll find out, maybe not.

Your friend will be with us a while.

You'll find pajamas in the emergency room.

How are you feeling, Father?

Did you see that priest?

Fuck, his lordship has spoken.

You've not said a word in two weeks.

Two weeks.

Enough with the romance.
Get to work, honey!

Don't turn off the computer like that,
the whole network will freeze!

Are you sure?

I PREFER TO BE ALONE. GOODBYE.

Where are you from?

Belarus.

What's your name?

Andżelina.

You know the name of the guy
who died here, saving your life?

No.

And I don't want to know.

You don't want to know the name
of the most important man in your life?

Today, you're the most important man
in my life.

What shall we do?

Oh, hi.

If you're calling,
it must be an emergency, right?

Do you know how to delete
an email I've already sent?

By Monday.

By 6 a.m.

NEW
RETRIEVE MESSAGES

SERVER MALFUNCTION

HI, JAKUB. I'VE MISSED YOU.

EWA: HI, JAKUB. I'VE MISSED YOU.

Darling, there you are!

Don't say the server's back already?

It's not back. But I'm back.

Tell me what you wrote to me.

You know it'll do me good.

I won't tell you. I can't.

But you wrote me an email
and you sent it, right?

There you go.

Yes, I wrote it and sent it, but then…

I changed my mind.

Jakub, sorry to ask,
but when you changed your mind…

did you damage the server
so it changed your words?

CHAT DURATION: 00:00:56

JAKUB: PLEASE FORGIVE ME,
I'LL EXPLAIN TO YOU SOMEDAY…

What was in those emails?

Sorry, how long do you need the computer?

I don't know yet.

I'm going to New Orleans for a lecture.

I'm returning to Munich
via London or Paris.

Where would you choose?

Paris.

Open a bottle of red wine.

You're bound to have one.

You'll seduce me today.

Ewka!

So much fun!

-Oh, I don't know.
-What? At least it won't be boring.

Last time we went away,
he dropped you off then, too.

Then he wanted to carry you in his arms,
now he won't even carry your suitcase!

Guys are like certain radioactive
elements. Very short half-life.

Listen. Statement from the cardinal:

"Virtual reality is as full
of temptation as reality."

"You can commit adultery on the net
without leaving home."

What can he know of temptation?

Virtual reality certainly isn't
as full of temptation as reality.

Reality is far more tempting.

On Thursday morning, you land in Paris.

You'll exit through the gate
by a big Air France ad

and turn left.

As you walk along, slow down a little.

I'll be standing there, waiting for you.

You don't even know him.

What does it matter?

It's none of my business.

-Hello.
-Hello.

Hello.

Yes, got it.

-Hello!
-Hello.

A small change.

Only one room with a view
of the Eiffel Tower. We're fully booked.

And it's a double bed.

What? Oh, come on! The double's for you!

Here you go.

-Thank you.
-There's an email for you.

Thank you.

If you want to send an email,
please come to reception.

Thanks.

Do you know what'll become of us?

I have an irresistible need
to define this relationship.

To give it a name,
a framework, boundaries.

Suddenly, I want to know
from what point my sadness makes sense

and my joy has reason.

I also want to know
what point I'm allowed to reach

in my hopes.

In my imagination,
I've already visited all points,

even the most peculiar ones.

P.S. Renoir. D'Orsay.

-Yes?
-Where were you all night?

-I've been calling for two hours--
-I'm not going.

Focus. You're flying to Philadelphia
today, not New York.

Chris, no!

Princeton is expecting you.

They heard you're in the U.S.
The molecular biology professor--

Chris, I've got a flight to Paris.

You'll fly there from New York
as we agreed.

Jakub, don't even think
of leaving me here in Munich.

Don't leave me with these Germans.

Could you add a little whiskey?

Twenty-five, 50, or 100 milliliters?

Which amount will make me feel best?

The person you've called
is temporarily unavailable.

Whiskey for the coffee.

Champagne in a glass with strawberries.

Renoir used to drink champagne
for breakfast, too.

Today, at the d'Orsay,
note how many bottles there are

in his famous painting
Breakfast of the Rowers.

Sure.

You know all about me.

You read and write the emails.

You know I need the internet.
And now you know I'm going to see Renoir.

I went two days ago.

Renoir's the only impressionist
who painted for… pleasure.

So you should have a pleasurable time
today at the d'Orsay.

If I wasn't working, I'd ask…

if I could accompany you.

But I wouldn't be looking at the art.

DO YOU THINK THE PROCESS OF WAITING
MAKES THE WAITING TIME LONGER?

I'M NOT THINKING. I'M SURE.
EWA

Since it suddenly became possible
via Paris, I'm desperate to see you.

I can't cope with it,
this anticipation and tension.

I've put together all our letters
from the last six months

and I'm reading them together
like one long letter.

Did you know that over these 180 days,
you wrote to me more than 200 times?

You used the word "kiss"
exactly 116 times,

though in reality I don't even know
what your lips look like.

You used "touch" 32 times
and "I'm longing" 81 times…

but "I'm scared" only eight times.

Those are the words I counted

because I've been thinking
of them the most.

I worked out you're longing
ten times more often than you're scared.

Although it's just a statistic…

I felt reassured.

-Ewa?
-What?

Hello?

Ewa, I'm sorry.
I'm taking a different flight.

Waiter!

…I'M TAKING A DIFFERENT FLIGHT.
SAL 278, NOT 800. 30 MINS LATER…

Hello, Hotel Splendid.

Excuse me, miss?

I'm sorry, flight 800…

Oh, fuck.

Is it that bad?

No… No!

Can I help?

Maybe… some other time!

Thank you.

-Safe journey.
-Bye.

There's an email for you.

-Hey!
-Okay.

Guys are unbelievable, you know?

Scared of receding hairlines,
the dentist, losing cell service…

Sometimes I think I'll wake up and hear…

"Honey, give it a rest, I'm on my period."

What annoys me most
is they take away my loneliness.

'Cause you want flames every night.

Only firefighters get that.

I just want someone to hug me, that's all.

-Hello, thank you.
-Hello.

JAKUB: WHAT'S GOING ON?

EWA, WHY AREN'T YOU REPLYING?

EWA, ARE YOU THERE?

DID SOMETHING HAPPEN?

EWA, WRITE ME BACK!!!

IS EVERYTHING OKAY?

Can you tell me when this happened?

I'd estimate you're six weeks along,
plus or minus four days.

WHAT'S GOING ON?
EWA, WHY AREN'T YOU REPLYING?

HELLO? EWA, ARE YOU THERE?
WRITE ME BACK!!!

ALL MESSAGES DELETED

I believe you'll understand me.

I'm pregnant.

Now… I'd be cheating on two people.

I can't do that.

You are, and always will be,
part of my life.

Always.

You told me
you really wanted me to be happy.

Do something for me.

I'll only be happy when you forgive me
and forget me.

Will you forget?

So, you ready?

I'll give you a lift. Chin up! You'll have
a cute little baby and be back in no time.

FAITHFUL TO VOTERS, NOT DEALS

YOU ARE, AND ALWAYS WILL BE,
PART OF MY LIFE. ALWAYS…

Buddy…

Have a drink with me?

Then it'll be better.

Go on, drink!

Didn't mean to disturb you.

Really.

I don't like it either
if someone interrupts when I'm crying.

Crying… you should do alone.

Only then can you find joy in it.

Bye.

Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to Berlin-Lichtenberg.

The night train from Prague
is about to arrive.

Classically, love is broken down

into four kinds
of experiences or sensations.

One of them is sex
or what we call lust or libido.

The second is Eros,

striving for a higher stage
of the relationship of being with someone.

The third is Philia, or friendship,

and the fourth phase of love
is Agape or Caritas,

which is love
devoted entirely to the good of others.

Everyone experiences love as a mixture

of these four phases
in different proportions.

Descriptions of these types of love

can be traced back to the classical
Greek texts, through the works of Freud

and his work on psychoanalysis,
to modern psychology.

The universality and timelessness
of these four emotional experiences

proves that love is not
a cultural phenomenon of civilization,

but rather a fundamental characteristic
of the human race.

From a certain point…

it is associated
with a particular physiological…

…with a particular physiological…

Or, to be precise…

the chemical facet of the subject.

This conclusion led to the question
of the presence of so-called…

"love molecules."

We have begun to identify those substances

that are responsible…

for what we call…

emotions,

including
the most important emotion, love.

Subtitle translation by: Kate Webster