Let me see now, the Eiffel Tower. Ah. Your finger please.
Why do you need my finger?
Well it’s bad manners to point with your own. There. The Eiffel Tower.
And where are we?
Where are we, now let me see – where are we? Ah here we are. There you are, and here am I. Feel it?
I’m interested only in the shortest distance between these two points. Must you flirt?
Well I don’t have to but I find it natural.
For my own information, would you call your approach toward me typical of the local morale?
Mademoiselle, it is that approach which has mad Paris what it is.
You’re very sure of yourself aren’t you?
Well nothing has happened recently to shake my self-confidence.
I have heard of the arrogant male capitalistic society. It is having a superior earning power that makes you that way.
A Russian. I love Russians! Comrade, I’ve been fascinated by your five year plan for the last fifteen years.
You’re type will soon be extinct.
For more then 20 years Charles Manson has refused to communicate to the outside world. Until now. These are actual never before heard phone conversations between Canadian best selling author Marlin Marynick and Charles Manson.
There you are.
Come along then. Come on.
You can’t live in the past and all that.
Come on let’s go say goodbye come on.
Calm at Sea (2011), Volker Schlondorff