"You don't speak Spanish, right?" "Are you ready?" "Everything is cool?" "Yes." "Good." "Use your imagination and your skills." "Everything is subjective." "Whatever that means." "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." "La vida no vale nada." "Diamonds are a girl's best friend." "Go to the towers." "Go to the café." "Wait a couple of days... and watch for the violin." "Two espressos in separate cups." "No." "Two espressos in separate cups." "No." "I said two espressos." "Dos espressos, dos espressos." "In separate cups." "Señor." "Dos espressos, in separate cups." "Two espressos, in separate cups." "Sí." "Sus dos espressos..." "No." "Very loud." "Are you interested in music, by any chance?" "What else?" "Wait with the girl." "She's a criss-cross." "No." "Yeah... you left your bag unprotected." "There's nothing in it." "Oh." "Ah." "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." "Huh." "No guns... no mobiles... no sex..." "No." "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?" "Do you like Schubert, by any chance?" "I love him." "He died when he was thirty one years old." "Something like that." "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." "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." "No." "Take a seat." "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 Bohème"." "That's based on the French book, "Scènes de la vie de bohème."" "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 bohème 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." "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." "Está bien." "Ya, ya, ya..." "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."