In the White City

- There's a problem downstairs.

- Wait.

- Will you shoot me?

- OK.

Look through here

and press the red button.

No, wait.

- Now?

- Yes, now.

Come on.

Wait.

IN THE WHITE CITY

One beer.

Beer.

- You speak English?

- No.

- French, a bit.

- That's fine.

That clock over there goes backwards.

No, it goes alright.

- The world is going backwards.

- Yeah?

Interesting.

If all clocks went backwards...

the world would work properly.

Yes.

- You work in a ship?

- No.

In a floating factory

with some madmen.

- You're mad too?

- I don't know.

- Is this a hotel?

- Yes.

- Any rooms available?

- Yes.

I'll take one for tonight.

- A guest, speaks French.

- Good afternoon.

Take over.

- You're not needed at the bar.

- Fine.

You have to be pretty for the bar.

Looking like that,

you can only be a cleaner.

What's the difference?

Cleaning is not

like attending the bar.

- Don't you see?

- No, I don't see.

Dress up, put on some make up.

Cleaning here is not

like attending the bar.

Make it visible in the salary.

- What?

- It's two different salaries.

What are you saying?

Listen.

I'm the same here, at the bar

and in the rooms.

If you don't like it, bad luck,

I don't care.

I always do my job,

at the bar or cleaning rooms.

Don't push me with that make up thing.

I'll wear make up if I want to.

You make the rules about my work,

and it's always well done.

What do you want?

- What?

- What do you want?

- This man is mine.

- No, it's mine.

What?

Why?

Why not?

What?

- Why not?

- Get out of here.

He was with me.

Go ahead.

- Can I make the bed?

- No.

Fine.

I'll clean up the basin.

What are you doing?

I don't like having pictures made of me!

- Your ship ain't sailing?

- It can't without me.

- You also clean the rooms?

- Yes.

That's why I get mad at the boss.

I can't close it.

Bloody package.

"It seems I'm not able to write.

I have got some images,

but I can't write.

I've had a dream.

I dreamt I left the ship,

went into town...

and rented a room...

without knowing why.

And I stayed there,

waiting, unable to move.

I dreamt the city was white,

the room was also white...

and loneliness and calm

were white too.

I' m tired.

I wish I could learn again

to talk about things."

"The room was white,

and loneliness and calm

were white too.

I'm tired.

I wish I could learn again

to talk about things.

I think of you.

I love you very much."

I feel fine.

I'm free.

I don't do anything,

but I'm not on vacation.

When on vacation you do things,

you arrange your free time.

I don't.

I don't do anything.

My adress:

Mayling list, Lisbon.

The Shipping Company asked

regarding your whereabouts.

What shall I tell them?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Shall I tell them you created

an inner world of your own...

and you'll tell me about it

at some point?

I'd love it if you told me.

I don't know how to grasp

that "I don't do anything".

I don't think I'll get to understand it.

Maybe that's the reason why I work.

I love you and everything

turns around inside my head.

If you wanna play, deal cards better.

A beer!

- Hi.

- I've walked a lot.

When I walk a lot,

I think about things.

Very interesting things.

I've thought about you.

What's your name?

Paul, and you are Rosa.

- How do you know?

- I just know.

Were you expecting me?

In a way.

The bar is closing.

I buy you a drink upstairs,

in my room.

Not here.

- At your place?

- It's very small.

So much the better.

I must go to work.

Hurry or I'll be late.

- I'm on vacation.

- I'm not.

My ship is in the Atlantic,

or the Pacific.

- I'm a desertor.

- What?

I'm in the mood for sleeping,

walking, dreaming,

sleeping,

not moving.

You're not on vacation.

You sell dope.

A sailor was arrested at the boarding house

for doing that.

I sell nothing.

I stayed for you.

Really?

Yes, really.

For you...

and also for me.

Lock it and leave the key at the bar.

Where are you from?

Me?

I was born here,

near the castle.

My father was a peasant's son.

He came to Lisbon to become

a baker, and met my mother.

- What does she do?

- My mother?

She makes other people's laundry.

And you?

My father was a peasant's son too.

He left the countryside,

was more interested in machinery.

So he became a mechanic.

My mother is Italian.

She left Switzerland when she was 14.

Worked for some rich people.

- You got any siblings?

- Yes, and you?

Three brothers and one sister.

- And you?

- One brother.

What do your brothers do?

They live abroad.

Two of them are...

I don't know, plumbers,

mechanics...

I don't know the right word.

The others work in a restaurant in Canada.

And your brother?

He works in a ship too,

he's a sailor.

It's open.

How is it like, when you're out in the sea?

The cabin is tiny

and outside it's huge, infinite.

That's why sailors are nuts.

You never know what day it is.

Don't you enjoy travelling any more?

I don't travel.

I spend 8 hours every day

with noisy machines,

at 50 and, when the sea is twirling...

it's like being inside a moving factory.

Then, we stop at some horrible places

to download the cargo.

Some travels.

The best wine of all

is the one you haven't drunk yet.

He's not paying much attention to me.

He prefers to eat.

And you don't think I'm right?

You know what they say about sailors?

I better don't say it

or he'll kill me.

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