I was wrong about what I thought would happen when Bergman popped it. No such thing. It turns out Bergman and another distinguished gentleman who followed him soon after, referred to in the title, are both in Purgatorio. Ah...is everything illuminated? No?
This will explain:
Another figure emerges on the horizon, startling B into hushed whispers.
Bergman: But who? A new punishment? An ex-wife? (shudders) E-E-Elliott Gould?
His slow gait and aristocratic bearing reveal the approaching figure to be MICHELANGELO ANTONIONI. Even relieved in the afterlife of some of his stroke-induced disability, he's taking a long time to reach B.
Bergman: Fan ta mig, that bastard always did love long takes...
At long last, A reaches B They size each other up in silence, B's pout curdling into a scowl and A remaining courtly, impassive.
Link courtesy rs's comment on Falstaff's post on Welsh Girl.