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LOVE TORN lN DREAM

The royal town of Slntra was chosen by the producers of Gemlnl Fllms

as the settlng for the maln scenes for the fllm 'Love torn ln dream '.

Today, the flrst day of fllmlng,

the actors are dressed normally for the ceremony

organlsed by the producer, Paulo Branco,

and by the Portuguese authorltles.

A representatlve of the Mlnlstry of Culture, Dr. Álvaro Telles Antunes,

spoke to the actors, technlclans and representatlves of local press.

Mr. Producer,

Ladies,

Girls,

Gentlemen,

Boys.

My heart jumps for joy

to be able to welcome here today so many famous names,

both names recognised worldwide,

and from the country which we chose from among all as our brother country.

During this time of struggle and despair,

in these terrible post-war times

when we are all hoping to see Europe reborn,

as the Phoenix is reborn from the ashes,

only Art, only a work of art

can give us hope.

And this is your great task

and that is why l welcome you with such emotion.

Thank you all.

After an outdoor lunch,

the representatlve of the dlrector, who had stayed ln Rome

where he had gone to ask for the blesslng of Pope Plus Xll,

explalned the story of the fllm ln warm and slmple words.

... it's very simple.

There are nine stories which come together

according to Raymond Lull's techniques for combining art.

We can get to a total of 12 stories.

There is a combination and this combination is very simple.

There are 9 letters.

And each letter is a story.

The first story tells of the angst of a theology student at Coimbra University,

who discovers, on his twentieth birthday,

that he has lost his faith in the senses

after reading Descartes' first meditation.

The second story tells the adventures of a thief who, when doing a robbery,

finds a robber mirror which makes everything it reflects disappear.

The third story tells of the emotions and anguish of the owners of a painting

that has the power to cure rheumatism, acne and stomach pains

but which, in exchange for this, spreads concupiscence all around it.

The fourth story tells of the quest for 22 ring and a Maltese cross which,

when they are joined together,

permit the possessor to live in various worlds at the same time.

The fifth story tells of the dilemma of two twin brothers, theologians,

who spend all of their time discussing free will and predetermination.

The sixth story tells of the adventures of two pirate ghosts

who are searching for a treasure

that they themselves had hidden safely two centuries before.

The seventh story is a story of anticipation.

ln this story, a student discovers an lnternet site

where there is someone who relates in detail, a day before,

the ups and downs of daily life.

The second last story is a story of love.

Two lovers who have never met in real life,

meet every night in a dream.

ln the last story, a very Catholic man discovers he is Jewish

on the day his father is kidnapped by three lost souls.

THE MEDlTATlONS

''l have known for some tlme now that, slnce my early years,

''l have been hearlng false oplnlons as lf they were true,

''that what l have bullt on slnce then, based on tenuous prlnclples

''could only be uncertaln and doubtful.

''However, lt must be taken lnto account that l am a man

''and so am ln the hablt of sleeplng,

''or representlng the same thlngs ln my dreams,

''sometlmes less than true,

''as these senseless ones when they awaken.

''How often has lt happened to me, thlnklng durlng the nlght

''that l was ln a certaln place, dressed,

''at the flreplace,

when l was completely naked ln my bed?''

THE ROBBER MlRROR

Mirror, mirror, you want me, or am l mistaken?

Do you know a painting called 'The Sultan's Pearl'?

Of course! Who doesn't?

lt healed me of rheumatism, it cured my father's callouses and backache.

lt's miraculous.

Even so, l don't believe.

You bore witness to miracles...

l'm a theology student. l believe in nothing but Christ.

Why don't you believe in what you see?

Because sight is deceiving.

You yourself are in this mirror, untouchable.

So you're not completely real.

Even though you're almost naked...

l'm not completely real, because l'm not completely naked?

For example...

l have to go back to my painting.

Do you want to come?

Come on!

Take a coin. You never know.

THE HEALlNG PAlNTlNG

'The Sultan's Pearl' has been stolen!

lt's a miracle! A miracle!

THE 22 RlNGS

Your hat, please.

How many rings are missing?

Four.

Give here!

A coin... for the love of God...

Where did they go?

The Jews? l don't know.

Jews here?

THE DlSCUSSlON

The omnipresent will of God identifies with the divine essence.

But the real grace has ended, and l'm saying lT HAS ENDED,

the redeeming will of God, clearly different from the same God.

lt is the 'Gratia Creata'.

Wrong. That proposal was condemned.

lt's the 19th proposal of Pascasio Quesnel.

Wrong! The proposal is the answer to Quesnel himself.

And for you, Narvaez, what is real grace for you?

Real grace is a vital, non-deliberate act of the soul.

And an operation of understanding

or the will of God that...

... works immediately and of itself!

Narvaez,

you should be defending Thomist positions

and you just expressed a Molinist theory!

We hold that grace is not a vital act,

but rather a passion that consists of the reception of a movement

that comes from God.

''Anima hominis movetur a Deo!''

Vital acts are caused jointly, by God and the power of the soul,

whild Grace depends on God and only on God.

Father, l am sad. l have lost.

lt doesn't matter, my son.

Something isn't right in my head.

Recently l've been mixing up all of the theories.

One of these days l'll start speaking heresy.

All because of the book my brother lent me.

Don't talk to me about him.

My son, l fear you are not like me.

You know me. l think that all solutions fall from heaven.

lt is enough to do this...

Do you remember when you learnt the word 'apple'?

No!

And does that trouble you?

No.

l found it!

The word 'apple' is a story that begins with forgetfulness.

How many apples may enter the kingdom of the Lord?

The fall of an apple figures in the fall of Adam.

How many apples can fall from the Leaning Tower of Pisa?

ls the apple is coeternal with Adam's apple?

The first Adam has no apple,

or Adam's apple is as big as the earth...

Are all of the worms in all of the apples indiscernible?

ls that you?

Yes, it's me.

When man comes into the world, God gives him the grace for salvation.

And man, by his merits, obtains other graces.

Man has no merit.

Loup! You shouldn't do that.

What?

Pretend to be a priest.

You do that a lot.

l am Catholic.

Not for long.

But l have faith.

Faith is just a fantasy,

and fantasy is the visible face of Eros.

- 'Vinculum vinculorum'. - Heresy!

They're clever.

l can never catch them.

Do you have a coin?

For the love of God.

Here.

THE PlRATES' TREASURE

Look!

Do you know what these are?

They're the maps of the brothers, Sebatol and David Deul.

Who?

The founding brothers of the Black Flag Brotherhood.

Pirates?

- Give me what you can. - l don't have anything left.

Just one coin?

l only had one coin and l just gave it.

- That's a pity! - Why?

To miss a chance like this!

l have to sell this map, whatever the price. A treasure!

For now, it's just a treasure map.

lt doesn't prove there's a treasure.

A map? Yes...

That's enough.

Anyway, a treasure map is a treasure.

lt costs money. People pay a fortune for papers like these!

Catch that thief! Thief!

Great!

Great!

THE PROPHETlC SlTE

- How are you! - Hello.

Are you going to the cinema tomorrow?

l don't know.

But it's written that you'll go to the Tivoli cinema tomorrow at 8.

And l know you won't like the film.

Can we talk about something else?

- Does that frighten you? - Yes.

- Four shots, please. - We only serve two at a time.

Anyway, we have no choice here.

- We never have a choice. - You, maybe...

l don't have a site. Not yet.

Do you think l'm not the first? That one day everyone will have one?

Come on.

- What is it? - Nothing. l think l made a mistake.

And according to that rubbish, what am l going to do after the cinema?

- After, you'll have dinner with friends. - l could have guessed that myself.

And then?

Then you have to kill me.

That's enough of this rubbish.

Who could invent a story like that?

l want to meet this guy.

He's not from here. He's from abroad.

THE CASTLE OF DREAMS

Who are you?

A man.

Leave.

You can't stay here. You weren't invited.

- Where are you going? - You asked me to leave.

- And you obey? - Yes.

Come on, the orgy doesn't start until midnight.

Who are you?

Why do l like you so much?

l don't know. l'm just a theology student.

That's impressive.

My name's Lucrezia.

l'm a courtesan.

l know the ins and outs of erotic pleasure better than anyone.

Really, l'm being remiss in my duty of modesty,

because my friend Laura knows a lot of things that l don't.

She can make you have an orgasm from a distance.

What is having an orgasm?

An orgasm is all forms of extreme sexual pleasure.

You have an orgasm form a distance

when a healthy look makes the semen come out

without any nudity, dogma of faith.

And you?

Me? l'm on the third degree. There are seven.

At my level, l can use caresses.

For example, l can make my finger move around your navel,

like the sun moves around the earth.

lf it's done well, you can have three orgasms in a row, dogma of faith.

Can you do it?

- But you have to be naked... - My God, l would never dare.

You will and you'll definitely have an orgasm.

l don't want to! Dogma of faith.

You can't not have an orgasm. Absolute sentence.

l want not to want to. Dogma of faith.

Come on.

Come on.

ln agreement, come with me!

THE TRAVELLlNG COMPANlON

l don't want to go with you! l'm not interested in treasures.

Then you have to pay.

Give me some time, a week.

A week is an eternity!

No. You'll come with us.

What's going on?

Come in. Welcome to hell.

Your father's gone mad. He doesn't want to go with us.

But, we want to take him to wealth and prosperity. lsn't that good?

- No. Honestly, no. - l'm a simple man...

Who likes the good life, good food and good wine. You'll come with us.

Just give me a few minutes alone with my son.

We'll wait for you outside. Don't be long.

Remember the words:

''Sentimentalism leads to ruin.''

My son,

you never asked why your mother died three years ago.

That's a nice gesture of discretion.

You never commented on the rumours you heard while you were studying.

And that honours your family.

You never asked questions about the comings and goings to this house.

Strange people like those who just left.

And that prudence honours your race.

lt's time you knew.

From now on, you're going to have a new name.

My name's not Paulo Narvaez,

my name is Salomon Cardoso.

And your real name is David Cardoso.

Are you going to be long?

We've got a long journey ahead of us.

We're coming.

- Where are you going? - l don't know.

l'm going with you.

That's not a good idea. Wait a week.

lf l don't come back, you have my permission to come and get me.

Where?

God will guide you.

God or the devil...

ln the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.

Take off your hat, please.

ln the name of my sainted mother,

in my name and of my work.

- l'm listening... - l'll hide.

- And what else? - l'll look for you.

And then?

- You'll look for me. - No.

l know where your father is.

ls he dead?

Yes and no.

And you. Are you dead?

Yes and no.

Where is my father?

Where your heart will guide you.

Why are you looking for me?

Because l owe service to your father.

What?

A long time ago...

He was your age.

Tell me.

One day... he went on a trip...

He was golng to Óbldos,

where hls future father-ln-law, Manuel Costa Nunes, llved.

Hls real name was Mauríclo Coelho Rato.

He was passlng by a church when...

Thief! Thief!

You died without paying what you owe us!

Cheater! Cheater!

You died without telling your secret! Cheater!

Stop!

Cheater!

lt's sacred ground!

Take this. lt's all l have but leave the dead in peace.

There are still fools!

He contlnued on hls journey but he got lost.

Then...

Good morning.

Would you like something to eat?

You eat that?

You're lost, aren't you?

l am.

- Come with me. - How do you know where l'm going?

l know.

Pay up.

l don't have anything to pay with. l gave everything l had.

Foolishly?

No. l had to.

Take this purse. Look.

l know that purse. lt's mine.

- But it's empty. - There are still fools...

Look again.

lt's yours. l was the man in the tomb.

As long as you have this purse, you'll want for nothing

but you'll only have what you need.

Thank you, but l can't accept it.

These are things from Beyond and l'm mortal.

l don't want to cheat the others like me,

it would be like faking the laws that govern men among men.

But if l ever have children,

because l will have children,

if one of them needs it, don't forget.

l'm not an angel.

Forget it then.

Thanks for lunch.

But l didn't forget. l'm here,

and tonight you're leaving with me...

''Suppose we go to sleep

''and all of these detalls,

''l mean, when we open our eyes, we shake our heads,

''we stretch out our hands and thlngs llke that,

are just false llluslons. ''

Protect me, Father! Hide me!

Hide there.

Be careful, Mr. Paul! There's a thief in the house.

- He's armed and dangerous. - Thanks for the warning.

Get out.

Sit down!

Thank you, Father.

l'm not a priest. l'm just a student.

But l saw you in confession.

Yes...

We play... students' pranks.

We disguise ourselves as priests

and we get close to the novices in the convent

and they confess to us.

l mean, to us students.

And what do they confess?

What do they confess?

Nothing, or almost nothing.

What's the main sin?

Gluttony.

lt's true that in 'speculum els Foderis', or mirror of fornication,

on the chapter on liver diseases

caused by bad sexual relations,

they say the best remedy is to eat an apple

and make faces at the mirror,

because it's something funny

and funny things surprise bile.

- They've gone. - Thank you.

A thousand thanks.

l was going to leave with him.

l can't help...

You understand sinners, You're a sinner yourself.

But you can take it. l don't like this mirror.

Might l ask why?

Sometimes it seems...

... it's just an illusion...

lt's a kleptomaniac mirror.

What does that mean?

lt incites robbery. lt's a thief itself.

Don't take me too seriously. l've been a bit strange recently.

Because of this book. lt upset me a lot.

l understand.

Do you want me to take it?

- l'd like that. - All right.

'The Sultan's Pearl'. What a suggestive name.

l completely agree with buying a painting with that name,

l just don't see where the famous pearl is...

l know. They stole it.

That's not possible!

lt's happening more and more.

We live in sad times.

Before only men stole, or some animals,

monkeys, cats...

Now everything is klepto.

And this is the 19th century!

lt's a typical phenomenon of the century that's beginning.

Will the 20th century be kleptomaniac or won't it!

- Have you heard of 'Kleptosophy'? - l don't want to hear about it.

This painting without a pearl, is of no value.

You can find a pearl easily. Just a minute...

- When is this mirror from? - lt has no age.

The robbery has no time.

Am l to deduce that it's one of the robber mirrors

that they say there are seven of in Portugal?

- Can l see it better? - Don't do that.

lt'll steal everything you have.

Can it do that?

Sometimes it can, others no.

l know how to reverse the current.

What current?

Mr. Collector,

robbery is a river!

Here's the famous pearl!

Sublime!

lt's extraordinary!

There's a new painting in this painting!

Accordlng to what l read, the palntlng was commlssloned from Master Marlanl,

by the brothers, Sebatopol and Davld Deul.

The two foundlng plrates of the Black Flag Brotherhood.

Marlanl, a converted Jew, from Tunlsla,

latlnlsed hls name and settled ln Palermo wlth hls son, Davld.

There, he soon came lnto contact wlth Léon Rulz and Salomón Furtado,

old dlsclples of Abraham Abulafla,

who taught hlm the secret of hermetlc palntlng.

He palnted three heallng palntlngs

and a polsonlng trlptych representlng the Annunclatlon.

Accused of wltchery, he was caught by the lnqulsltlon.

He met Sebatol Deul ln prlson,

condemned to llfe lmprlsonment for plracy that wasn't proven.

Together, they organlsed an escape.

Of the 34 men who had planned the escape, only 22 survlved.

Together, they founded the order of the 22 rlngs

because each one wore a rlng.

They got a Portuguese boat that they ended up taklng over,

and slx months later they dlsembarked on the Guayacan coast,

ln the north of Chlle.

They founded a republlc

whlch they declded to name the 'Black Flag Brotherhood'.

For several years, Guayacan was the stage for over 200 expedltlons.

Thus, they managed to amass an enormous fortune.

Money leads to the good llfe, the good llfe calls for art.

They lnvlted muslclans, poets, artlsans.

Marlanl was for orderlng.

He got old. He was slck.

Before he dled, he declded to do hls art for the last tlme.

Thls was palntlng by numbers.

That's called plctorlal Kabbalah.

Whlle he was dolng the palntlng, he went bllnd.

But he contlnued hls work and he managed to flnlsh before he dled.

92...

Small D.

And then?

Then? That's all.

That's all?

What a disappointment.

- l thought there'd be an end. - Yes, a kind of end.

That's it.

Eighteen rings.

Four are missing.

Four rings!

And the Maltese Cross.

And the magic coin.

As well as the stone of dreams.

And Baniel's lamp.

And the hunger clock.

And the sultana's glass.

And the sultan's sphere.

And the viceroy's compass.

And Baniel's rose.

And the sword of Abraxas.

Evasion.

The window.

The bridge.

Storm.

The desert.

The Black Hill.

The barrel.

Marooned!

Revolution!

How can something like that happen?

l wasn't there. My sister can explain.

No. lt's inexplicable.

You said you were cleaning the mirror when this happened.

Yes, they were literally spat out by the mirror.

l didn't understand.

l know what they say about some disjointed mirrors...

Everything in this world happens abruptly.

l know what l'm talking about.

- l myself... - Yes...

- You... - Yes, yes...

l don't know what to tell you.

How much might it cost?

lt depends...

lf you told me...

... exactly how things happened?

You know, when you like something,

it has to transmit something,

kind of... erotic.

There's no love without legends.

Tell me!

- No, l already said everything. - Not everything.

l don't know if l should.

My sister is modest, as she should be.

l'm not surprised.

And that attracts the devil?

Normal... normal...

Tell me.

l was ln my cell...

Stop!

Stop!

When l went back to the cell, l saw a ray of sunllght comlng ln the wlndow.

lt was movlng.

lt seemed to be looklng for somethlng.

l sald my prayers.

And l was golng to the chapter room

when l reallsed my gold and dlamond rlng was mlsslng.

lt was my mother who gave lt to me on the day l became a nun.

l looked for lt everywhere, wlth no luck.

Then l remembered an old tradltlon.

lt sald that to flnd somethlng that's mlsslng, we have to undress,

lle on a bed and call the mlsslng object llke you call a lover.

That's what l dld.

Come, come, l'm here.

Come.

As soon as l'd undressed,

my gaze was lrreslstlbly drawn to the mlrror.

l must tell you that ln the convent you have to have a mlrror ln the cell

and never look at lt, ln order to flght vanlty.

Just then, someone came ln to my cell.

lt happened to you lots of times.

lt's only an illusion.

Concupiscence...

No, my beloved brother, l don't agree.

l look in the mirror and who do l see?

- A woman with her face covered. - A naked woman...

The body was created by God and so it is beautiful and good.

And ugly women, what about them?

And old women? And monstrous women?

They're good for harmony in the world.

They're funny and they cheer up the bad things in the world.

They have the mystery of creation

causing profound joy in creatures,

a subtle melancholy,

an effective tenderness.

The smiling, modest world bows down to feminine radiance.

There is not only one world, there is an infinity of worlds.

Of necessity, in one of them, everything ugly, criminal and absurd.

This world is ours.

But... you're unbelievable!

Everyone has a woman next to him.

Sensual, maybe even passionate.

And you have nothing better to do than talk about faraway things.

But here l can see 'The Sultan's Pearl',

there l see a nymph.

l get the feeling that they are both the reflections of just one woman.

Which proves that femininity is unique and communicates through mirrors.

l like your story and l would buy the rings.

22 rings.

What a pity...

Look what l found...

Count...

22...

23... 24... 25... 26...

27...

There are 27 signs.

ln the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.

- So be it. - Go on.

l'll make it short, l'm in a hurry.

- l have sinned. - What is the sin?

Gluttony...

- l had two extra Jesuits... - Lamentable.

And then l dreamed...

- During the sermon? - Yes.

lt's not a sin to dream, we can't stop dreams when we're sleeping.

But it was a sensual dream...

That's different...

Sensual and indispensable.

This dream was like a duty

and, even so, l'm still shaking.

There was a well...

l went down the well with four women. We were nymphs.

We were going to an orgy.

What?

l know, it's indecent.

l mean, it's lamentable.

But it was just a dream. And then?

Then? We had to commit acts of concupiscence.

What?

l mean, in what order?

Yes, in what order and how many times?

Fellatio, once.

Once with each one...

What?

Do you want me to tell you how many men?

Normally, yes...

Seven.

Seven is a very important number in dreams.

- And... was there penetration? - Of course.

Otherwise it wouldn't be an orgy.

Then Venus appeared. She looked like my sister.

But that's not what l want to talk about.

l want to talk about a dream l've had every night for twelve years.

And we consulted the archbishop of Lisbon's assistant exorcist.

He said that l was just a bridge between a succubus and an incubus.

So it's not a sin.

What l meant to tell you is, in this dream,

l met a young man

and l think l had bad thoughts with him.

That displeases me a lot.

My sister... l'm worried because l think l had the same dream.

l think we met in a dream.

Here he comes!

This will get us expelled from the university and a public hearing.

''Today, l hid in a room a friend lent me.

''They're looking for me.

l went to see a man who had a site about clock collections.''

lt's you. Come in.

Thank you.

- Are you in trouble? - Yes. How do you know?

l'm a fan of your lnternet diary.

Everything l do is told a day in advance in that diary.

Normally, l ignore it but today l decided to see what was written,

and that's why l'm doing something l'm supposed to do tomorrow.

- l see... - As you see, it's not easy.

That's a pity... But at least you're here.

That complicates matters a bit because l was only expecting you tomorrow.

We'll have to do some extra operations. Follow me.

Take this.

Are you a doctor?

l am. l'm a doctor.

- Well. Are you very nervous? - Very, very nervous.

Put this hourglass up to your heart and this metronome on your abdomen.

Liver, stomach, pancreas.

Yes, Doctor.

Don't worry. This is called chronotherapy. lt can help you.

Lie down.

- Tell me what you see. - l'm in a garden.

There are nymphs. l'm with Lucrezia.

l'm really ln a double garden.

Wake up!

Wake up!

You're back...

- Where am l? - ln the best of dreams. Ours.

- Who are you? - Venus.

l didn't imagine you like that.

- l thought you were always naked. - No.

To be intelligible, she turned into my sister.

That's right. You told me.

Me? Where?

There.

Right, all of these worlds are linked

according to the principle of correspondence

and of representation.

She means that you have to make love to her but to think about me.

That's correspondence.

Or else, make love to me but think about her.

That's representation.

- Were you dreaming? - l was. l was dreaming.

- A nightmare? - Yes.

Thanks for watching while l was sleeping.

There are a lot of thieves around here.

That's what they say.

lt's true. My father was attacked.

They took him with them. l'm looking for him.

That's what l thought.

- Did you have a good rest? - Yes. Thanks again.

- Are you ready to continue the journey? - Of course.

We have to wait a while, l still haven't got all of my body.

That's better. We can go.

My leg still hurts.

Who's there?

What are you looking for?

A mirror...

lt's not here...

He's here...

- He's sleeping... - Then wake him up...

l can't wake him up while he's sleeping. He's far away.

And if l wake him, he'll never be the same.

Don't do that.

lt's a tool for my work.

My poor friend. l see you're not here anymore.

You're far away, very far away.

Where?

The mirror stole your image, or rather, one of your images.

Who are you?

Someone who's looking for a treasure.

A treasure?

- Pirate treasure? - Yes.

And you need my mirror to find it?

This mirror stole a painting.

The painting is the treasure map.

l need three Catholics's brains, minced and sun-dried

with the worms of a hanged man and the innards of a virgin.

All soaked in the urine of a newborn,

horse's sperm

mixed with a dozen pairs of eyes from pubescent adolescents.

And very important, fresh blood. l need a lot of fresh blood.

You promised to paint them all! And me?

Just you. The others won't recognise you.

lt's my revenge.

But don't forget, you have to give me a son.

Yes, Father...

They had a son and a daughter.

Meanwhile, the painting moved slowly on, very slowly,

so that all of the images and attitudes of the characters

could correspond with the numbers that represented

the place where the treasure was.

Twenty years passed.

Mariani's grandson and granddaughter slept together and had a son,

who was the only survivor of the battle where all the pirates died.

The King of Spain's soldiers brought him to Europe

where he studied theology and became a great inquisitor.

Lord, forgive him his sins. You are infinitely good and just.

You read in the souls.

No, souls can't be read,

because each one of us has several souls and the souls are always at war.

Look at him. He's fighting with himself.

They're coming.

lt's a glorious day for the Republic of the Coast brothers.

l don't agree.

l think he's suffering from Haskell and Ribb syndrome,

as well as anguish caused by Winter's delirium,

which unfortunately leads to deep depression.

lt's the Hawks-Morales' disease.

lt causes swollen tonsils and headaches.

l don't agree with you, my dear colleague.

lt's obvious that this man, who is your ancestral double,

has the complex of Saturn and of Mars,

which causes the same symptoms as the disease you detected,

and what l call 'mood swings disorder'.

Obviously, an imbalance with the predominance of the moon

complicated with the bad influence of Sirius...

Are you doctors?

What? What are you saying?

Sorry, l was distracted.

No, l'm sure. You are lost souls.

- l have to pray for you. - No! Don't do that!

We have a lot to do.

First, we have to deal with the painting.

- lt's a strange story. - lt is.

ls it true that the painter Mariani made a picture where the pirate captains

were represented with outfits from the future.

Yes, that's it.

But it's only a detail.

The most important thing is the episode of the painter's blindness.

Yes, they told me that.

And the fact he'd promised his daughter,

who at the same time was his lover that he was going to paint her,

which in fact he did, but she didn't recognise herself.

That's a pity.

lt's a travelling painting.

lt has travelled centuries looking for the image of the woman

the painter painted by chance.

- Basically, it's a painting in love. - That's it.

A painting in love! Am l dreaming?

That's it.

But the truth is more complicated.

Really? What more can we add?

The 22 rings and the Maltese cross.

l knew your father well.

l'll do anything l can to help you.

But you must know that predestination exists

and that the margin for manoeuvre is limited.

That's debatable.

No, it's not debatable.

The question of predestination consists of this...

You're forgetting grace...

l'm not forgetting anything, young man. All of this is predestined.

And what l just told you is written.

The will of God is one thing, but free will...

l'll interrupt you! The will of God is not a thing.

What is it then?

The will of God is a kind of impetus...

Free will is a game...

The will of God is the River Tagus,

free will is the Estoril casino. - l don't agree!

The will of God, being kind and infinite, is only love.

Free will is the exercise of love of man.

And what of crime, of sin and of man's offences?

A crime is like a poem

that we want to recite but we've forgotten a line.

Sin is avid and tiring worms!

And the putrid poetry of Baudelaire?

l don't read poetry!

lf l read poems, it would mean that the world wasn't poetic.

We're getting lost in wanderings l want to help you.

Tell me...

- l killed... - That's a crime...

- l killed without reason. - Genius!

lt's the only sin that God doesn't forgive.

l killed without wanting to...

Supreme offence!

l'm wanted...

l know the facts. But don't worry.

Another man came and told me. He forgives you.

Go to the police and you'll be freed

if the judges accept the testimony of a being from the future.

Good morning, Paul...

- Who are you? - Someone you killed.

This is inexplicable!

That's debatable.

We can explain all of this with the proof of the 22 rings.

- You say l killed you? Where? - ln Lisbon... in an oxygen bar.

What's a bar?

An alehouse... an lnternet alehouse.

What? lnternet?

A computer that communicates by highways in a spider web.

- A big computer? - Not very.

- So, you're not the Holy Spirit. - What's the Holy Spirit?

One of the three persons of the Trinity...

Trinity? Like the church by the same name?

No. The Trinity is the three persons of God.

God? What's that?

- The Creator. - Of what?

Of the world.

lt was created by three people?

No, at first there were only two, then the Christ came.

Christ, who is he?

The son of the virgin.

And the virgin, what's that?

Who are you?

A fashion designer.

What's fashion?

l call fashion the alternating between chic outfits...

Chic?

We weren't born to understand each other!

No, but l like you because you're sincere.

l just don't understand why l remember everything

and you don't remember anything.

Maybe because the past coexists with the future but it didn't update.

Let's talk about something else.

Something else? What?

Let's talk about the treasure.

Today, l dld my dally search of the lnternet.

l dlscovered that ln the nlne treasure maps we can flnd,

there ls nothlng to tell us the exact place,

nor the lmportance or the nature of the treasure of the Coast brothers.

We're sure the treasure exlsts

and was burled near the clty of Coqulmbo, ln the north of Chlle,

but we don't know lf the treasure ls the 'real' treasure

or lf lt's just a trlck.

- He's a bit like you, isn't he? - Maybe...

But lots of people are like me.

One day, having dinner in a restaurant, a man came and sat at my table.

When l think of it, he was very like you.

l saw you painted in a picture.

What?

l'm an amateur in painting and pirates

and l went to see the exhibition in the Grand Palais

'Pictures by Portuguese painters of the past and present'

and l saw you there.

l'm not surprised.

- And do you know why? - No.

Because you are very like one of my patients.

They told me that someone wanted by the police was like me.

You look like one of the figures in a Portuguese picture

from the beginning of the century,

that l saw in an exhibition in the Casa do Brasil.

- l'd like to see it. What's it called? - 'Ghosts and castles of Sintra'.

As it's like that,

you look like one of the figures l saw in a painting in the Gulbenkian Museum

in the 'Pictures and traditions of Portuguese Jews in the 19th century'.

That's strange.

We should learn a lesson from all of these coincidences.

Do you know the story of the chameleon man?

No.

Once upon a time there was a man who didn't like himself.

Thls story was suggested to me by a slmllar palntlng,

found ln an attlc that burned down ln the great flre of 1 947.

lt tells that a man called Davld Deul, a ghost man, 'end of the century',

nurtured ln the human part of hls braln

a flerce hatred of hls own appearance.

ln hls splrlt, everythlng was beautlful and good,

everythlng except hlmself.

And that could only attract the devll.

Look at this coin!

lt's extraordinary.

lsn't it?

lt's a coin from the Coast brothers' republic!

l'm not interested, thanks.

And a stone?

lt prevents earthquakes and storms.

l like earthquakes and storms.

- This Maltese cross? - Not here, thanks!

And this hourglass?

And this bowl?

No, thank you.

A Turkish music box? A compass? A rose?

A sword?

Do you know what l want?

lf you know exactly what you want, l must have it.

Tell me... tell me...

My wish is negative. l don't like myself.

l'd like to be like anybody else, but not like me.

That can be done.

lt will cost you a million escudos.

l don't have it, but come to my house tomorrow and l'll give it to you.

But durlng the nlght, the spectral part of hls braln

rejected the new appearance...

And the next day...

Really, l don't like myself like this.

l prefer my old appearance...

And my voice.

All right. That's 4 million escudos.

Why? You didn't do anything. l don't owe you anything.

You should never be ln debt to a demon, no matter how charmlng he ls.

From that tlme on, he became a klnd of chameleon.

All he had to do was look at someone on the street

to take on thelr appearance,

and that had lts consequences.

The lnqulsltlon had to step ln and he was arrested

and he met the devll ln prlson.

- What a surprise! - You'll come in handy.

Are you all right?

l'm sorry for not looking at you

but l don't want to take on your appearance.

- Don't you like it? - No.

l prefer to stay as l am.

l thought you didn't like yourself!

That's true.

But l like others even less.

That reminds me of a story about someone who didn't like men.

But he liked himself, a lot!

He was a painter. His name was Mariani.

l met him a long time ago.

At the tlme he was a knlght ln search of adventure...

A Gallclan of the rellglon had taken us prlsoner.

l just saw the great inquisitor. l went to paint a portrait.

You could do it in a windowless room so that he looks like me.

l like your face. lt's like mine.

Really?

Your nose is sublime. lt looks like it was copied from mine.

A thousand thanks.

And your jaw, how beautiful!

The inquisitor lived all his life in this prison.

Going up and down the corridors and in the council rooms and torture chambers.

The faces painted here

show the secret passages we're going to escape through.

He dld a portralt of the lnqulsltor.

And we escaped thanks to the lndlrect knowledge

the lnqulsltor had of the castle.

May l?

Of course.

What are you doing?

Why do l think you're so sweet?

- l don't know... - Jessica...

A pretty name.

Thank you. Do you think so? lt's a positive name.

ln ''Jessica '' there is a ''yes'', a ''si''

which means ''yes'' and there's ''ca'', which means ''why'', in ltalian.

My name is Paul. lt doesn't mean anything.

l like Paul. l love it. l love Paul Davis,

l like Paul McCartney. He's my grandmother's idol.

l like Paul the disciple.

- l'm not here by chance. - l know. lt's because it's written.

l read lots of books

and l try to identify myself with the main character.

For example, l imagine Mary Clark, the heroine of 'Night of the Vultures',

as if she were like me, but blonde.

Haven't you read it?

Or l imagine Francesca from 'Night without End' as an older me.

Or l imagine the vampire woman in 'Nights of Blood' just like me.

Haven't you read that either?

For example, a while ago l read

'Night of Love torn in Dream'

and l didn't fell like identifying myself with the hero

because he was too like me.

And it's strange because l searched for a long time for a face and a body

for the male character.

He's a young dreamer and l haven't been able to find him.

- Until now. - That's very kind of you.

l say what l think.

l'm going to confess something to you. l'm not here by chance.

- l'm following instructions. - ls he a policeman?

No. lt's much more complicated.

That's a pity. l was imagining myself in a detective story.

You look like a kind of Jimmy Clark in 'Night without Remorse'.

l'm here because l'm following my destiny.

Yes, l understand.

lt's like Philippe Trone in 'Night, where are you? '.

There's an lnternet site with my name but l didn't do it.

lt was somebody who wants to harm me.

lt announces 24 hours in advance what l'm going to do.

And three days ago, it said l was going to kill someone.

And l did.

You don't seem surprised!

No. l have a site with my name too.

So, l'm not the only one. Marc was right.

Who's Marc?

The person l killed was called Marc.

- That reassures me. - Why?

Because on my site, l'm going to be killed by someone called Marc.

My God!

l think these coincidences are hyper-romantic.

And it said you were going to be killed by some Marc?

Yes, tonight, while l'm sleeping.

lt's strange, isn't it?

- And how? - With a candelabra.

Don't worry. l hope you don't believe any of this. l don't.

The only thing l believe in is in romantic reality.

You can't sleep tonight.

l wasn't going to sleep anyway,

l have a show in a few minutes and another in two hours.

As you can see, l'll only sleep at dawn.

l told you, this site is complete rubbish.

Let me go with you tonight.

All right.

Come on...

Come on...

The party's going to start.

There's a wedding in your village.

ln my village... l don't want to go back there.

Lucrezia, do you love me?

'Love is war'.

Who are you?

We're honest people from 'Uleila dos Cães'.

lt's a female coffin.

lt's going to give birth to chouriço and bread.

lt produces a black wine, very dark.

And bitter but nutritious bread.

But inside there's a dead body that eats almost anything.

This world isn't perfect.

Coffin, little coffin, feed the children.

Coffin, little coffin, feed the children.

Enough. You've eaten enough.

l'm hungry!

When l was dead, l wasn't hungry.

Neither was l.

He's insatiable!

l know that dead guy. lt's Baniel!

Baniel, what have you come up with this time?

Be careful. This dead man is a cannibal.

He attracts you with simple food, but what he's looking for is fresh meat.

Leave!

We're going, but first tell us who this man is.

He can do it better than me.

Tell them, Baniel!

Listen, young man.

- Do you know how to write? - l do.

Write this:

''l, Baniel, knight of fortune of the Coast Brotherhood,

''hereby declare and certify the following:

''Having reached the port of Santa Clara,

''we boarded the galleon, Esperanza,

''where we killed the 21 members of the crew and set fire to the boat.

''The day after, we were punished by the demons

and we sank.''

By the grace of God and of the devll,

40 of us reached an lsland that the crew of the Black Whale

had occupled a month before.

And thanks to my lnfluence, we were golng to flght

and just as the battle was about to start

we heard a volce comlng from the future and lt sald ln Russlan.:

''Don't flght.: you're all brothers,

All but one of you... ''

Look closely at the coward: And he's running away, the yellow belly.

There he is:

And then

l was pursued as the only one to blame

for all of the mlsfortunes of the Brotherhood and l was caught...

They took me to the centre of the lsland

and ln front of the cavern there was a treasure, they kllled me,

and dead and eaten by worms,

l served as the raw materlal

for the plcture the palnter Marlanl palnted.

And havlng recovered my form, l was able to escape from the plcture.

And slnce then l've travelled hllls and vales

and l've eaten pure-hearted people and that satlsfles my completely.

Baniel, you shouldn't have killed those poor souls.

That's it exactly, they're poor. l don't let poor people starve to death.

You haven't changed, have you?

No. l haven't changed.

Come on. Never mind him. He doesn't know what he's doing.

Let's see... Who can we start with?

Actually, l'm sure you know what our enemy has.

No, why?

He suffers from Wolf's delirium brought on by heroin abuse

and complicated by a kidney infection

and by the reappearance of Levi-Kratzfel's syndrome...

l would have thought more like a sudden onset linked with Falls' disorder

and a delirious fever due to poisoning from mussels,

which would favour the reappearance of Casdals-Vidals' disease...

Are you doctors?

lt was here, a long time ago, that my father met a ghost.

Do you know me?

l do.

- Then you know that l'm a Jew. - Like me.

But you act like a goy.

l only found out l was a Jew a short time ago.

Do you go to Catholic churches?

l do. l pretend.

- l feel connected. - l know.

- Sometimes also like... - l saw.

And?

Do you know the story of the man who ate anything?

Once upon a time there was a man who would eat anything. Anything at all.

He had eaten coins, stones,

religious pictures, clocks...

When he was drinking, he'd swallow the wine glass.

One day during a theology discussion, he swallowed a sphere,

the symbol of divinity.

Another time, it was a compass,

a metal rose, a sword as well.

He could only become a cannibal.

One day, he ate me. l don't know why.

ln that life, l had a wife.

He made the journey to flnd her

and he managed to seduce her wlth a poem he'd learnt at school.:

There was D. Violante Few smiles, many troubles

Yesterday She found her husband

Today She married, a maiden

After the blessings in the church Farewells were said

My husband My husband

Don't leave me like this, Maiden

Don't cry D. Violante Because l'm going off to war

On the other side of the ocean On the other side of the earth

D. Henrique, my husband, Don't go to war, no,

Because wars are loves And loves are wars

D. Violante My wife

You'll be married And single

Yearning will be your friend The virgin, your companion

Months pass Years pass

D. Henrique Did not come back

Yearning grows And hope dwindles

The years go by D. Henrique did not come back

And on the eve of Easter The messenger arrived

Your husband has died Death caught up with him

His courage did not save him Less did prudence count

And before dying he begged me To see you, to look at you

To take you as my wife Because you are a married maiden

l don't understand.

This chicken is tasteless.

The stew is as flavourless as a host.

l might as well eat stones from the river!

Even the rain is more intoxicating than this wine.

l tried everything. You don't like eating.

Eating is a pleasure,

a necessity and a journey.

lt's the journey that l miss.

And llttle by llttle, he got used to the ldea of eatlng human flesh.

Then, conslderlng lt's the duty of a father to eat hls son,

the ldea took root.

Very elegant!

He ate André, the eldest son, Moise l and Moise ll.

And they stopped at that.

Sleep, sleep, My love

Sleep, sleep, Llttle one

Sleep, sleep, My love

The chlldren were resuscltated

and they could only make a report or a masterplece.

They appeared where once the greatest feats of arms

ln our country had taken place.

Come, come Our parents ate us

Come, come Our parents ate us

Come, come Our parents ate us

Come, come Our parents ate us

lf they eat children, that means they are children,

and they must be punished like children.

We commend their punishment to secular power.

And that's what they did.

They cut them up into small pieces and gave them to the pigs and the dogs.

lt was here that my father met a ghost a long time ago.

Did he believe in ghosts?

- He did. - And you?

You know, in a way you're a ghost.

Yes, that's true.

Have l offended you?

- No, not at all. - Yes, l have. l'm sorry.

And when you killed me, were you a ghost?

ln a way.

We're all ghosts.

That's why ghosts don't exist.

What do you mean?

lt's logical: if we say that all men are ghosts,

Socrates is a man, therefore Socrates is a ghost.

lndeed.

- Who are you? - A ghost, or rather Socrates.

Do you see?

Either the ghost of Socrates.

Or else, it's a dream.

- No. lt's you that's a dream. - l dream but l'm not a dream.

You call yourself Socrates but you're not Socrates.

l don't only call myself Socrates.

My name calls itself Socrates

and my name's name calls itself Socrates.

That's all.

But in each case 'Socrates' stands for a different entity.

To distinguish them, l propose that we say Socrates for the first,

Socrates 2 for the second, and Socrates 3 for the third.

And we'll stop there.

- Why? - Can l answer?

With a story.

A long time ago, in the future,

a captain decided to call his boat 'Socrates'.

The ship sank during a storm.

l was saved by a miracle.

The Lord be praised!

But the next boat won't sink.

May the Lord hear you!

l called my new boat 'Socrates 2'.

The second boat sank and the captaln was saved by a mlracle.

My next boat won't sink,

l decided to call it 'Socrates 3'.

Aren't you afraid that the boat will sink again because of the name?

What has that got to do with it?

Experience tells us that whenever a boat is called Socrates, it sinks.

lf this one sinks, you're right,

because three coincidences make a law.

The thlrd boat sank and the captaln was saved by a mlracle.

Whenever a boat is called Socrates, it sinks.

Do you mean that all boats called Socrates sink?

lf you change the name, it won't sink.

Some tlme later, he was glven command of a new boat.

Congratulations. The boat is called Plato.

Good!

The captaln salled for a few months,

and one day he felt an lrreslstlble deslre to throw hlmself lnto the water.

lt wasn't me that wanted to, it was the story.

There are stories that have a will of their own.

Of course not.

Spoken or written, we know in advance, they're predestined.

That's it. Free will exists where there's no story.

- l'm sorry. l interrupted you. - No, no. l'm almost finished.

The captain was saved by a miracle.

He got the boat back but he became afraid,

because in the meantime,

four other captains had thrown themselves into the sea.

He blamed this curse on the name Plato

and he decided to change it to Aristotle.

Everything went well but the captain died some time later.

- Drowned? - Liver problems.

And what does this story mean?

lt doesn't mean anything.

Nothing?

And what good is it if it doesn't make any sense?

Actually, l got a bit lost.

l mixed up the three stories.

The story of the captain, of the shipwreck,

of the boat that changes its name three times and still sinks.

- Why did you want to tell it? - Why?

Because of the name Socrates.

- By the way... he's disappeared. - No, no, he's there.

The mirror stole him!

lt's not stealing, it's kidnapping.

Like St. Paul.

Anyway, he's in good hands.

- Can l ask you a question? - Three...

And we'll let it at that.

Can l ask the same question three times?

Are you the demon? Are you the demon? Are you the demon?

l am the humble servant of a mirror and of a painting.

And the mirror and the painting are emanations of the devil.

Emanations?

What are emanations?

Like the 'zephyrs' that you Christians call the 'dignity of God'.

What is a dignity?

And you say that the devil has his own dignities?

And what is the allegory of this story?

But... there's no allegory.

lt's a story. That's all.

Then, there are things that aren't allegories.

Yes, that's true.

ln a way, because the truth is only a word

that means movement.

You say that the truth is just movement?

The opposite is also true.

- But God created the world. - The opposite is also true.

You're saying the opposite of what your brother says, Master.

What he says is also true.

He says that you are a heretic, that everything you say is false.

What he says is also false, so what he says is true.

Who speaks the truth and who speaks falsely?

And this cabalist? Did he enlighten you?

No, l'm more and more confused.

Good.

l even forgot to tell him that l'm looking for my father.

He couldn't answer you.

Where is he?

Ask him. He should know. That's his work.

You're here.

Your father is there, somewhere.

But someone rubbed him out.

Who?

The devil, who knows?

The hourglass.

Nine of spheres.

Three swords.

Compass!

Three Maltese crosses.

The Roman coin.

The stone.

Don't move.

- You, here? - lt's not me. lt's her.

lt's an emanation.

l'm very, very far away.

What's she doing here?

She's here to warn you. You're in danger.

- Them? - Yes.

The rose.

The bowl.

- What are they playing? - A game called destiny.

A very old game, of pirates.

When a pirate takes a prisoner, he can play him with the others,

and whoever wins has the right to kill him.

- And if the owner wins him? - He has to kill him.

-And here, the challenge, it's me? -Yes.

- Run. - Where to?

Look...

Blow!

- l can't. - Blow.

- Are you awake? - My God, you're alive!

l am. Nobody came to kill me. lt's only tomorrow that they kill me.

l forgot that my site works 48 hours in advance.

lt only works on summer time.

But it says that l'm dead.

There are even photos of the funeral and you're there.

- Are you feeling all right? - Yes, l am.

What do you want to do?

You shouldn't sleep tonight.

Don't worry. l have a show soon.

And l'll sleep at dawn.

lt's small but cosy.

lt's a very personal place.

You don't know how true that is, what you're saying.

This apartment is a bit of an emanation of me.

An emanation?

- That word sounds familiar. - True.

Actually, everything that's here, l dreamed it before.

l dreamt about this sword,

about this coin,

l dreamt about this bowl and about these 22 rings.

- Do you dream a lot? - l do, and l read romances.

- But this book isn't a romance. - No. lt's the book l told you about.

An esoteric book.

lt's published by a sect of sleepyheads, called the 'Onyric Church'.

They buy cinemas and turn them into dream places,

making them hypnotherapy clinics.

Hypnotherapy!

''The next day,

''Paul dreamt he was in the forest he dreamed about the night before.

''He realised he was lost, lost in his dream.

''Lucrezia, l thought l'd lost you.

''What happened to you?

''You lost me.

''l didn't, seeing as you're there.

''l'm partly everywhere and nowhere. Look.

''ln the forest, the body of Lucrezia dressed as a nun,

''surrounded by other nuns and ordinary people.

''Everybody is crying.

What happened?''

Lucrezia, l thought l'd lost you!

- What happened? - You lost me...

l didn't, seeing as you're there.

l'm everywhere and nowhere. Look.

What happened?

l dreamt too much about you.

At first, l'd see you here, in this forest.

Then, l saw you in a dream where you were a nun.

Then in a strange city, where you were a dancer,

and then in a faraway city

where you were the prisoner of pirates.

ln one of those dreams, they killed me.

And that death will catch up with me, sooner or later.

But l still have time to complete my mission.

l have to take you far away from here.

Come on...

How? Why?

You were attacked in your own cell by an injured woman.

Attacked by an injured woman?

l am the lady of pleasure.

Come all of you, klss mel

Closer, closer...

Touch.

Touch.

- Who's there? - Me.

- Who are you? - An lnjured woman.

l want you to klss me.

No, l don't want to.

- l love youl - No!

Come everyone. Tell me your secrets.

Tell me your secrets.

Like the sisters just did.

And now they all have a wound.

The archbishop threw us out of our convent.

We were expelled from Portugal.

And all because of the kiss of an injured woman. lt's not fair!

Stop!

Take all of my money but stop hitting that body.

lt's horrible. Let's go. l haven't got much time.

l have to show you the way.

What way?

The way that will take you to me when l disappear.

First, l have to teach you to see the secret signs.

- For that you need to study them. - No...

You have to see, you have to listen and you have to forget.

And after forgetting, you have to imagine.

- lt's not easy. - Of course it's easy.

Of course it's easy.

Look...

Look...

What's this?

- What's it telling us? - l don't know.

- She is kindness and beauty. - 'Bonitas'.

And that one?

She's Magnitude.

- And that gentleman must be Time. - Right!

And there's will, 'Voluntas'. l recognise her.

And there's Virtue!

There's Wisdom!

l recognise them all!

Here's Truth,

with Glory, l recognise her.

And there's 'Potestas',

there's Virtue again,

and there's 'Voluntas' with Wisdom.

And there's Magnitude.

l know them all. There's Father Time.

l know them all.

- How did you guess? - l don't know.

l don't know.

l see you here and l already miss you.

l feel l've lost you in so many reencounters.

There's nothing to be done.

There's nothing to be done.

Why do l see you if l know you're not here anymore?

You're the one who wanted it.

- l didn't want anything... - That's why.

That's why.

You'll always surprise me!

Goodbye!

Lucrezia!

Lucrezia!

- Where can she be? - Look for her. Look carefully.

ls it an enigma?

Look for the enigma. Look in yourself.

ln me? Where?

Sometimes l ask myself if he's as stupid as he seems.

You!

Who do you call 'l'?

You're the one pursuing Sebatol, your enemy brother.

You're the one who forced my father to search for a treasure.

And, even more, you're the one who wants to kill me.

ln short, l'm the bad guy.

But bad where? To who? Why?

- No. He's the bad guy. - Me? Never!

You're the one who convinced David to take my father.

Me? Never!

You're the one who killed, robbed, massacred.

You're the one who ate human flesh

and most of all you're the one who betrayed!

- Me? Never! - Yes, you!

What you just said might be true,

but in that case, l would have to be myself.

And everything tends to prove that l have no fixed identity.

ln fact, neither do you.

Nor l.

Nor l.

lt's true that l don't know who l am anymore.

Very good.

- But you are good. - Good for what?

- Good for who? - Good for me.

That still remains to be seen.

But who are you?

Search.

Right, more enigmas.

But be careful what you say to Lady Kindness.

She wishes you well.

What direction do l have to look in? North?

No.

South, east, west?

- Also no. - Then? Right here?

- Why not? - Let's see...

Search your pockets.

Right.

Now what?

l have something that might interest you. The treasure map.

- How much is it? - A coin. This coin.

Buy it. lt's not expensive.

And now?

Follow the instructions on the map.

- lt's easy to say. - lt's easier to do.

- How? - Look around you.

- Where? - Look closely.

l look and l look and l only see what l see.

Because you don't know how to look. We have to teach you everything!

We have to have patience with youth.

- Close your eyes. - What?

- He's going deaf... - l can't hear anything.

Because you only hear me.

- Where are you? - ln your head. l am you.

And me, where am l?

Close your eyesl

Finally, at last, where were you?

He fell asleep, as usual.

Were you afraid?

You fell asleep during the battle.

We gave you command of the troops and you fell asleep!

That's high treason.

And now they killed us all.

All of us!

You're all dead?

Damn Spain! Let them die, may they go to hell!

Damn Spain, great prostitute of the universe.

May it be swallowed up in the wave of the Apocalypse!

May it be devoured by Fenrir, the great wolf of the end of the world.

May it be burnt, reduced to ashes by the great sun of the Apocalypse.

What a tragedy!

Burnt!

My daughter is there.

Laura isn't dead!

She went blind.

Lucrezia!

Lucrezia!

l can't see you.

And there, you can only hear me.

l hear you here but l can't see you.

What are you dolng there?

l don't know. l think l'm looking for a treasure.

- Look up... What do you see? - The sun.

Look down... What do you see?

A stone.

Well, what did you bring us from your journey?

Almost nothing. A stone.

Very good! You're on the right track.

l thought it was you who were looking for a treasure.

- lt's not the same treasure. - lt's not the same search.

This treasure is your reward and your destiny.

Ours is our condemnation and our punishment.

- And is it difficult? - At first, then you get used to it.

And now, what do l do with this stone?

- Hit! - What?

Yourself.

And now, check his pockets.

- No. - Do it, it's always good.

That's what l was looking for. l'll buy it from you.

For a coin?

l'll swap you the hourglass for the lamp.

Now, go away!

- Where to? - Look around you.

l don't see anything.

Look over there.

- A cavern. - Very good.

What good is a lamp?

l'm really stupid!

Go!

ls it you?

- Are you interested in this sphere? - l have no money.

l'll exchange it for this beautiful lamp

This sphere is a music box.

Do you dance?

l love dancing.

- l don't know if l'll be able... - Of course you will.

- Who are you? - A stranger.

A stranger?

Does it bother you dancing with a stranger?

No, on the contrary. But it seems like l've known you forever.

You have a strange way of saying things.

l know.

But really, what are you looking for?

An adventure, maybe?

l don't know.

- Love, without a doubt! - Yes, without a doubt.

- An impossible love. - Yes.

Basically, me.

l don't know what to say to you.

You're feeling what's called blind desire.

Once again, l don't know what to say to you.

What a pity! The music's stopped.

Come on, l'll show you the house.

There's a strange thing about this house. We get lost in it.

Are you afraid?

- l've been lost for a long time. - Really? What do you mean?

l'm running. l don't know who from. l'm searching but l don't know what for.

l'm travelling but l don't know where to.

You're young.

And that doesn't displease me.

l want to show you where l sleep.

Don't be afraid. My husband isn't here.

You're married.

Married? Women like me are always married.

And not just once but various times! See.

You married twenty-two times?

Twenty-seven. But for me, only twenty-two count.

Excuse me, what's that noise?

lt's my husband, my husband!

Where can l hide?

ln the wardrobe, while l find an excuse.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Whose is this hat?

And this music box?

Whose are those sobs l hear?

The hat isn't yours, it was your son who sent it to you.

The music box is a present l was going to give you tomorrow for your birthday.

The sobs are mine. l kept them in the wardrobe to show my bitterness

because you always let me here alone.

Really? Would you like me to spend more time at home?

Of course. Can't you tell?

l love you.

l brought you a present.

The treasure map. The real one!

You always say the same thing. How much did this present cost?

A lot. But it's worth it.

The day we understand the meaning of the painting, we'll be rich.

l don't believe it! Stop this foolishness. Please!

You'll ruin us with this story of pirates and treasure.

You can't do anything else.

You again!

Yes, me and l'm here to annoy you.

Be honest. Won't it be me annoying you?

Stop! A little sincerity.

Why do you say that?

For centuries we've been insulting each other with words that are so inexplicit.

that l have the feeling of being eternal.

That's the case, my dear Mariani. We can't act any other way.

My father was right to tell me not to marry a ghost.

Why?

Because l'm a flesh and blood woman.

Me too?

Me too!

Except for Banhei who's a bit fleshless because of the cannibalism.

And me, everytime l feel a kind of spiritual indolence.

Yes, but anyway

what is a ghost?

ls he a man like the others?

Except that he remembers he's dead.

You mean normal people don't remember they're dead?

And it's an honour for them.

Why?

l'll answer you with a story.

Once upon a time, there was a man

whose evil showed itself in a cold sweat

which gave off the scent of an apple tree.

At the time, l was living in a palace, inherited from a distant uncle,

in memory of some offences that he had found enchanting.

This uncle had two servants.

One of them was unlucky enough to have been eaten by Baniel,

who threw his head to the dogs.

The time for resurrection came and he came back with a dog's head.

The other servant was a charming hairy man, without any story.

As he was ugly, women ran from him.

But they both lived troubled by a nature of limitless lust,

which could not be denied.

l want a beautiful woman!

l invoke you and l conjure you.

Prince of boar,

young man of the wine cellars,

bringer of plague and pain!

Baron of the south,

King of late souls!

Enough, enough!

What do you want?

l want to be loved by a beautiful woman.

l wouldn't advise it.

l want to be condemned!

Then, be careful. l'm not going to bring you just anyone.

lt needs a minimum of hypno-erotophobic metastasis.

What?

You see? You weren't made to be condemned.

What?

You weren't made to be condemned.

One day l'll succeed. l'll study every day.

You'll take ten years...

l'm not going to stop working, speaking ill, killing!

lt'll take you a century!

Enough! l'm sick of your stories.

- Has he gone? - lt looks like it.

His lips moved but he didn't say anything.

Be brave, the end is near.

What?

My God, it's horrible!

He didn't suffer. lt was very quick.

He didn't have time to realise.

- Jessica? - Yes...

l'm here.

What happened to you?

Nothing.

l'm there.

Look at me.

- She's already dead. - Look!

She's still breathing.

A bit of saline.

He spoke...

These stories? Crazy things.

He said crazy...

After all, l enjoyed this journey, these senseless adventures.

He said head...

Aunt, what are you going to tell him this time?

l'm going to tell him stories about pirates and ghosts.

He loved those stories.

l'm afraid he's very far from all of that.

No!

l'm sure he can hear me.

Of course l hear you. l just don't understand what you're saying to me.

Go and have lunch. l'll stay with him.

Do you have anything to say to him?

l'll read him my thesis.

Your thesis? What's in your thesis?

The controversy between free will and predestination.

Well, if you don't want to tell me any more stories, l'll tell you one:

Little Red Riding Hood is in front of her grandmother.

Grandmother, what a big nose you have.

And her grandmother answers. The better to smell you, my dear...

And what big hairy ears you have?

The better to hear you.

And what big teeth you have, and that hairy face?

And her grandmother answered: stop saying those things. Annoying girl.

Because she wasn't the wolf. The wolf never existed.

Are you crying?

Did my story make you cry?

Come on.

Guess what treasure we found.

You actually found it? Where?

We found it, but in the chest there were only treasure maps.

Anyway, it's worth a small fortune.

Where are you going?

Looking for Lucrezia.

lt's that way.

That's the horn door,

and the other one is the ivory door.

- That one... - No. That one!

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