When almost everyone in their senses (or in their powers to do so so) has left a Western European Capital of millions of people under the threat of a colliding commet, a bar stays open in defyance. Two lovers are too self absorbed but not so much so that between drinks they cannot realise the barmen's infatuation with the lost girl who thinks she's just his last plaything and keeps playing jukebox songs (American/French-Italian/American) to that effect. Eventually the commet drizzles and sizzles lights and beams and radioactivenessess onto the Lisboa sky. And one couple eats spagetthi like in the "Lady and The Tramp" only making love - and the other madly dances away to the sound of...You Are My Destiny...
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