The Limits of Control

You don't speak Spanish, right?

- (Speaks Creole) - Are you ready?

Everything is cool?

- Yes. - (Man #1) Bueno.

Good.

Use your imagination and your skills.

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.

La vida no vale nada.

Diamonds are a girl's best friend.

- (French) Pay attention. - I am paying attention.

Give him the keys.

Go to the towers. Then go to the café.

Wait a couple of days, and watch for the violin.

The universe has no centre and no edges.

Reality is arbitrary.

You want me to translate that? I don't fucking get it.

Forget it.

He gets it.

Bon voyage.

What can I get you?

Er... two espressos in separate cups.

- Café doble? - No. Two espressos in separate cups.

- (Spanish) Here you are, sir. - No. I said two espressos.

Dos espressos. Dos espressos. In separate cups.

Here you go. Two espressos... in separate cups.

The customer is always right.

Señor?

Dos espressos in separate cups.

- Two espressos in separate cups. - Sí.

Gracias.

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 them...

...resonating in the molecules of the 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...

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.

No guns...

...no mobiles...

...no sex.

You don't speak Spanish, right?

No.

Hola.

- (Spanish) Something for the señorita? - A bottle of water, please.

- (Spanish)...for the beautiful señorita. - Gracias.

"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 love story.

Do you like Schubert, by any chance?

I love him.

He died when he was...

...31 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. Tires.

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 universe has no centre 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.