You don't speak spanish, right?
You don't speak Spanish, right?
Are you ready? Everything is cool?
Are you ready?
Everything is cool?
Yes.
Good.
Use your imagination and your skills.
Everything is subjective.
Everything is subjective. whatever that means.
Don't elaborate.
He who think he's bigger than the rest, must go to the cemetery.
There he will see what life really is.
it's a handful of dust.
There he will see what life really is.
it's a handful of dust.
La vida no vale nada.
Diamonds are a girl's best friend.
Pay attention
I am paying attention
Give him the keys.
Go to the towers. Then go to the cafe
Wait for a couple of days
Look for the violin
Go go to the towers. go to the cafe?
Wait a couple of days...
...and watch for the violin.
The univers has no center and no edges.
Reality is arbitrary.
You want me to translate that? I don't fucking get it.
Forget it
He get it
What can I get you?
Two espressos in separate cups.
A double espresso?
No. two espressos in separate cups.
Here you are,sir.
No. I said two espressos.
Dos espressos, dos espressos. In separate cups.
Here you are.
Two espressos in separate cups.
The customer is always right.
Dos espressos, in separate cups.
Two espressos, in separate cups.
Yes
Sus dos espressos...
You don't speak spanish, right?
No.
It's very loud here
Very loud.
Are you interested in music, by any chance?
I believe that musical instruments
Especially those made out of wood
Cellos,violins,guitars
I believe that they resonate,musically
even when they're not being played
They have a memory
Every note that's ever been played on them
Is still inside of them
resonating in the molecules of wood
I guess,like everything
It's just a matter of perception,no?
What else?
Wait with the girl. She's a criss-cross.
You don't speak Spanish,right?
No.
Yeah...
...you left your bag unprotected.
There's nothing in it.
Oh.
Do you like my ass?
Yes.
So, what's wrong?
You don't like sex?
Never, while I'm working.
Really?
How can you stand it?
Hola.
Do you like my raincoat?
Yes.
So, you don't like mobiles, either.
No guns...
...No mobiles...
...No sex...
You don't speak Spanish, right?
No.
Something for the senorita?
A bottle of water, please
For the beautiful senorita
Suspicion.
Hitchcock.
Are you interested in films, by any chance?
I like really old films.
You can really see what the world looked like...
...thirty, fifty, a hundred years ago.
You know the clothes, the telephones, the trains...
...the way people smoked cigarettes...
...the little details of life.
The best films are like dreams
You're never sure you've really had.
I have this image in my head
of a room full of sand.
And a bird flies towards me, and dips its wing into the sand.
And I honestly have no idea...
...whether this image came from a dream, or a film.
Sometimes I like it in films when people just sit there,
Not saying anything.
Oh, yes.
Diamonds are a girl's best friend.
Have you seen "the lady from shanghai,"
Orson Welles?
That one makes no sense.
Rita Hayworth as a blonde.
I think it's the only film she's ever a blonde in.
It's like a game. deception, glamour...
...a shootout with shattered mirrors.
She dies in the end.
So, I finally have what you need.
Do you have what I need?
That leaves one more night
for our beautiful story
Do you like Schubert, by any chance?
I love him.
He died when he was thirty one years old.
Something like that.
You don't speak Spanish, right?
No.
Are you interested in science by any chance?
I'm interested in molecules.
The Sufis say
Each one of us is a planet spinning in ecstasy.
But I say...
...each one of us is a set of shifting molecules.
Spinning in ecstasy.
In the near future...
Worn out things will be made new again by reconfiguring their molecules.
A pair of shoes. a tire.
Molecular detection will also allow...
...the determination of an object's physical history.
This match box for example.
Its collection of molecules could indicate everywhere it's ever been.
They could do it with your clothes.
Or even with your skin, for that matter.
The univers has no center and no edges.
Wait three days until you see the bread.
The guitar will find you.
Among us, there are those who are not among us.
I'm among no one.
Excuse me Are you an American gangster?
No.
He says he's not
Maybe he's just saying that...
We are not open now
they're just rehearsing something
You don't speak Spanish, right?
Take a seat.
You don't speak Spanish, right?
No. I don't speak spanish, either.
Except, maybe when I'm in Spain.
Would one still call those, "bohemians?"
My grandfather was bohemian.
You know, in the Prague sense.
I strongly doubt that he would have had any bloody sympathy...
...for those kinds of bohemians.
And then of course,
they are often the true artists, are they not?
Are you interested in art, by any chance?
Maybe painting, perhaps?
Yes.
Well, as we were discussing, the derivation of the usage of bohemian...
...in reference to artists or artistic types, wasn't that it?
I don't know the origin, exactly.
Of course there's Puccini's opera, La bohene
That's based on the french book, Scenes de la vie de bohene
Probably published mid-nineteenth century.
There was an oddly beautiful Finnish film...
...some years ago based on the book.
But where the use of bohemian or bohene in french,
Came from to begin with...
I can only speculate.
Oh...
Yes, of course. I imagine you have... things to do.
The Mexican will find you, he has the driver.
Ah yes...
...the driver.
You do know...
...that this guitar was owned and played by Manuel el Sevillano.
It was recorded on a wax cylinder
in the 1920's, believe it or not.
God only knows whatever happened to that.
Been nice talking with you.
As they say, la vida no vale nada.
Los americanos!
I heard you have a very beautiful black girlfriend.
She's asleep.
Son of bitch. She's crazy beautiful.
The old men in my village used to say
"Everything changes by the color of the glass you see it through"
Nothing is true.
Every thing's imagined.
Do you notice reflections?
For me, sometimes the reflection is far more present...
...than the thing being reflected.
Are you interested in hallucinations, by any chance?
Have you ever tried Peyote?
They wear mirrors around their necks.
And they play violins. handmade violins.
With only one string.
I'm going to call the driver.
No mobiles.
Bien.
Ya, ya, ya...
Okey
I get it
It's cool
Go ahead, get in, get in
OKay, cool. Crazy cool
No mobiles.
These fucking Spanish assholes.
Jesus christ! Addington!
Fucking sound proof door.
How the fuck did you get in here?
I used my imagination.
Is this your twisted idea of revenge for something?
No. Revenge is useless.
Addington! Security! God damn it!
What is your fucking agenda here?
You people don't understand...
...a fucking thing about how the world really works.
I understand.
But I understand subjectively.
That's fucking nonsense.
Your sick minds have been polluted with crap.
Your music, movies, science.
Fucking bohemians on hallucinogenic drugs.
All that shit has poisoned you.
And it has nothing to do with the real world.
And I suppose you believe that by eliminating me...
...you will eliminate control over some fucking artificial reality.
Reality is arbitrary.
Fuck you.