You don't speak Spanish, right?
(SPEAKING CREOLE)
Are you ready?
Everything's cool?
Are you ready?
- Everything is cool? - Yes.
(CREOLE SPEAKING SPANISH)
Good.
(SPEAKING CREOLE)
Use your imagination...
and your skills.
Use your imagination and your skills.
(SPEAKING CREOLE)
Everything is subjective.
Whatever that means.
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
Don't elaborate.
(SPEAKING CREOLE)
He who thinks he's bigger than the rest...
must go to the cemetery.
He who think he's bigger than the rest, must go to the cemetery.
(SPEAKING CREOLE)
There he will see what life really is.
It's a handful of dirt.
There he will see what life really is. It's a handful of dust.
La vida no vale nada.
FRENCH: Diamonds are a girl's best friend.
(BOTH SPEAKING FRENCH)
Pay attention.
I am paying attention.
Give him the keys.
(SPEAKING CREOLE)
Go to the towers. Then go to the cafe.
Wait for a couple of days.
Look for the violin.
Go to the towers. Go to the cafe.
Wait a couple of days...
...and watch for the violin.
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
The universe has no center and no edges.
Reality is arbitrary.
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
You want me to translate that? I don't fucking get it.
Forget it.
He gets it.
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
(STEWARDESSES CHATTERING)
(SIRENS WAILING IN THE DISTANCE)
(WHISPERS BUDDHIST WORDS OF PRAISE)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(CHATTERING)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
What can I get you?
Two espressos in separate cups.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
A double espresso?
No. Two espressos in separate cups.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Here you are, sir.
No. I said two espressos.
Dos espressos, dos espressos. In separate cups.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Here you go.
Two espressos...
...in separate cups.
The customer is always right.
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)
(BELL TOLLING IN THE DISTANCE)
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
(BELL TOLLING)
Senor.
Dos espressos, in separate cups.
Two espressos, in separate cups.
Si.
WAITER: Sus dos espressos...
(THANKING IN SPANISH)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
You don't speak Spanish, right?
No.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
It's very loud here.
GUITAR: Very loud.
Are you interested in music, by any chance?
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
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 the wood.
(CONTINUES SPEAKING SPANISH)
I guess, like everything,
it's a matter of perception, no?
What else?
Wait with the girl. She's a criss-cross.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
You don't speak Spanish, right?
LONE MAN: No.
NUDE: Yeah...
...you left your bag unprotected.
There's nothing in it.
NUDE: Oh.
NUDE: Ah.
Do you like my ass?
Yes.
So, what's wrong?
You don't like sex?
Never, while I'm working.
NUDE: Really?
(MOANS)
How can you stand it?
(PATRONS CHATTERING)
(LOUD UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
(PATRONS CHATTERING)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
NUDE: Hola.
Do you like my raincoat?
Yes.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
(SMASHING PHONE)
So, you don't like mobiles, either.
No guns...
...no mobiles...
...no sex...
(WINGS FLUTTERING)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
You don't speak Spanish, right?
No.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Something for the senorita?
A bottle of water, please.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
...for the beautiful senorita.
(THANKING IN SPANISH)
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.
(SIREN WAILING IN THE DISTANCE)
So, I finally have what you need.
Do you have what I need?
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
That leaves one more night
for our beautiful love story.
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)
Do you like Schubert, by any chance?
I love him.
He died when he was thirty one years old.
Something like that.
(MAN CHATTERING ON P.A.)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
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.
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
The universe 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.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(CHILDREN CHATTERING)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Excuse me.
Are you an American gangster?
No.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
He says he's not.
Maybe he's just saying that...
(MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY IN THE DISTANCE)
(BELL TOLLING)
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
(MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY IN THE DISTANCE)
(FLAMENCO GUITAR PLAYING)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
We're closed.
We're not open now,
they're just rehearsing something.
You don't speak Spanish, right?
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(SINGING IN SPANISH)
He who thinks he's bigger than the rest...
must go to the cemetery.
There he will see
what the world really is.
It's a handful of dirt.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(RESUMES SINGING)
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY IN THE DISTANCE)
(BELL TOLLING)
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
(WOMAN CHATTERING ON P.A.)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
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?
(LAUGHING) 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 Boheme".
That's based on the French book, "Scenes de la vie de boheme."
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 boheme 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.
(LAUGHS)
(CAR APPROACHING RAPIDLY)
(BLONDE EXCLAIMS)
(WOMAN CHATTERING ON P.A.)
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
Los Americanos!
(ROOSTER CROWING IN THE DISTANCE)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
You don't speak Spanish, right?
I heard you have a very beautiful black girlfriend.
She's asleep.
(MEXICAN SPEAKING SPANISH)
Son of a bitch.
She's crazy beautiful.
So 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.
(WHISPERS IN SPANISH)
Are you interested in hallucinations, by any chance?
Have you ever tried peyote?
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Do you know who the Huicholes are?
They wear mirrors around their necks.
And they play violins. Handmade violins.
With only one string.
I'm going to call the driver.
LONE MAN: No mobiles.
Esta bien.
Ya, ya, ya...
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Okay.
I get it.
It's cool.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Go ahead, get in, get in.
Okay, cool. Crazy. Cool.
No mobiles.
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
Those who think they're bigger than the rest...
should go to the cemetery.
There,
they will see what life really is.
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
(WHISPERS BUDDHIST WORDS OF PRAISE)
(CHATTERING)
(DOOR OPENING)
(ALARM BEEPING)
(DOOR LOCKING)
These fucking Spanish assholes.
Jesus Christ! Addington!
Fucking sound proof door.
How the fuck did you get in here?
I used my imagination.
(GUN COCKING)
(GUN CLICKS)
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.
(THUDDING)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(SPANISH SONG PLAYING ON RADIO)
There...
he will see...
what the world really is.
It's a handful of dirt.
(ZIPPER OPENING)
(WOMAN CHATTERING ON P.A.)
(RECEIPT PRINTING)
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)