Night Train to Lisbon

~ Night Train to Lisbon (2013) ~

That will make you think.

Based on the novel

"Night Train to Lisbon"

by Pascal Mercier

(Bern, Switzerland)

Stay there!

Thank you.

May I walk with you?

Fine.

- Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

- Good morning, sir!

We have a visitor,

this morning.

Your coat...

Have a seat there.

I am afraid there is a

slight mishap on the way here...

I think the corrections

would still be legible.

Max, would you...

do the honors?

More work require there...

No opportunity

to honor and respect yourself.

But Marcus Aurelius was worth

philosopher and an emperor.

There's no coincidence,

that was the way with the Romans.

Thought and action were all one.

I think we were

chapter 12, page 42.

Natalie,

perhaps you da... begin?

"How can it be that the Gods...

overlooked this alone,

that some lost men...

and those very good men,

who have had the most... "

"into the course with the divine."

Uh, just keep on going.

"If it is so that we live

only a small part of the life

which is within us,"

" what happens to the rest?"

Hello, Mr. Gregorius.

I am afraid your book on

Persian grammar has yet to arrive.

Uh no, that's not why I came...

Do you know that book?

Indeed,

I sold it to someone yesterday.

A woman?

Yes. She came in, asked

for the Portuguese section

from this book.

Sat there.

Read it for an hour or so

then became rather upset.

Paid for the book and left...

How did you come by?

I found it.

Beautiful title.

"UM OURIVES DAS PALAVRAS"

"A Goldsmith of Words."

Train tickets.

- Where to?

- Lisbon, eventually.

Leaving in 15 minutes.

- Thank you.

- She was wearing that coat!

Attention please.

Line 10 on platform 8

is now leaving...

What is all this noise?

- Where is Mr. Gregorius?

- He left, Mr. Kagi.

He left?

There was a woman with him here.

Impossible.

"We live here and now."

"Everything before

and in other places is past."

"Mostly forgotten."

Hello.

Uh, this is Mr. Kagi.

Where are you?

- On a train.

- A train?

- Where to?

- Lisbon.

Would you take care of my books?

I left them on my desk.

"What could,

what should be done..."

"with all the time

that lies ahead of us,"

"open and unshaped,"

"feather-light in its freedom..."

"and lead-heavy in its uncertainty?"

"Is it a wish?"

"Dream like and nostalgic,"

"to stand once again

at that point in life..."

"and be able to take a

completely different direction..."

"to the one which has

made us who we are?"

Do you have a room?

- Where is your luggage?

- I don't have any.

I will trust you

and give you a room.

With a view of the sea.

There. The sea.

- Anything else, sir?

- Yes

I wanted to find the address

of the man who wrote this.

Thank you.

- Anything else?

- No, thank you.

Good morning,

I am looking for Amadeu de Prado.

One moment.

I believe you are

looking for my brother?

- Yes. Is the doctor in?

- Are you ill?

No, I'm...

I am reading this book.

I very much like to meet him.

What he writes

touches me very deeply.

You should come inside.

You may sit.

Some tea?

Red Assam is Amadeu's preference.

Thank you.

Tea, Clotilde.

This is Amadeu's favorite room.

It's beautiful room.

He has read everyone

of those books.

Does he still practice

as a doctor?

Where did you get it?

I came across it in Bern,

where I live.

Only a hundred were ever printed.

I have six copies left.

I often wonder where

the other 94 went.

Bern is in Switzerland,

is it not?

Yes.

And the book has traveled?...

That is a good thing.

- Has he written anything else?

- Nothing that has been published.

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