The Grand Duke Of Corsica

By what motion do atoms come together to create various things,

and then dissipate?

By what force are they compelled?

What freedom of motion allows them to meander through the vast void?

Nothing returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.

My name is Alfred rott.

Just pay close attention.

I shall explain.

My brothers, before we arrive in the next village,

let me remind you of something important that is easily forgotten.

The hunter lays a snare for his prey,

but is the destiny of the weak it's been slaved.

However, there is no enslavement where a man's soul is free.

Words are merely determined shaping of a man's mouth to assert his will.

Freedom of the body is not our imperative.

If our soul remains free, then we are free.

For our soul is the receptacle where the mass of our body resides.

The more our body suffers, the more joyous our souls will be.

As its freedom will be glorified tenfold.

What is it, brother Leo?

Brother Giovanni, I drink much water today.

I need to visit a shrub.

Then go.

You're never entirely free of the body, it seems.

Oh, fuck!

Shit!

Ah!

Ah, Mr. Rott. Welcome.

We thought you might have missed our appointment.

Hi.

Here we go. Come on this way.

Excuse me.

Jesus Christ!

Fuck... Simon.

Always the same faces and then the feces.

If you'd, uh, like to take a seat.

Yeah, sure. Yeah, help yourself.

Help yourself. Spread 'em out.

Yeah, yeah, you can have those. Yeah, I've got other ones.

Those are shit.

Alfred, I realize these are only sketches, but...

I think your plans for our new concert hall are impressive.

We're very excited by the prospect

of having you design what will be the most inclusive, yet

outward looking concert hall in Europe.

The... the... concert hall will change the way people not only enjoy the arts,

but also perceive its place in modern life.

Toilets on every level.

Sorry?

On every level.

Toilets, shitters, crappers, John. It's important.

Of course. Are they included in your sketches?

I'm not a plumber.

Mr. Rott, your famous sense of humor.

Well, if we could keep these, I would like to meet you again in a few days,

once we've had a chance to with the local planning authority.

- Pest control. - Sorry?

Rats. Vermin. No cockroaches. Bats. Weevils.

No, no. Local council authorities.

Exactly.

See, the saxophone player is playing the same chords as the piano player.

I don't think they are, frank.

This is free jazz, baby. They play chords.

It's all chords. People like John Coltrane.

He played chords.

Thelonious monk, too.

- Played free jazz. - No, he didn't.

Now, this is drumming. Just like art blakey.

Played free jazz, too.

Idiot.

Hey, what's your problem, man?

Don't know what you're talking about, pal.

Bullshit. I've got 1,000 records.

Have you? Have you ever listened to any of them?

- What do you think? - Of course you haven't.

- Yeah, watch it, mate. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Fuck off.

Baby, he's right. Monk didn't play free jazz. That was later.

It's okay, Katie. I know... I know jazz.

Your boyfriend's a bit of a blow hard, isn't he, sweetheart?

Come to my hotel later. Meet you in the lobby, all above board.

The phoenicia.

Are you kidding me? You're like 70 years old, man.

Alfred rott, room 173.

You don't know shit, pal.

Listen to your girlfriend. You might learn something.

GPS has reported an increase in cases of malaria in the last few months,

advising those most at risk to warrant anti-malaria medication.

This follows the death earlier this year of American actor, Leos kaminski.

Who'd just completed shooting a film in Malta.

The ministry of health has ordered additional supplies

and will continue to monitor the situation.

A Malta man recalled in court on Wednesday how his 87 year old neighbor

put a double barrel gun against his forehead for passing

the spot which he considered as his own private parking spot.

Come on.

Can I help you?

You sad old bastard.

Adds up perfectly.

It's not a matter of sums that's concerning us.

- The figures are good. - And your remuneration is reasonable.

We can handle it.

- Uh-huh. - The problem is, well...

Alfred, it's the sexual connotations...

The problem with your second draft sketches, Alfred, is that, um,

you have to remember this is a concert hall

that's funded by the fourth wealthiest family in Europe.

And although they are very liberal people,

we feel your sketches will be too much for them.

Too much, Alfred.

I thought the Europeans like sex.

It's not about that.

There's an architectural erection on every street corner.

It's not a matter of liberalism either.

It's a question of their family name, Alfred.

They would never in a million years put their name

to a concert hall that resembled a woman's vagina.

How did you know it's a woman's pussy?

Hmm?

It's not a vagina,

a pudendum, a mons pubis. Look again.

Go, look. Look again.

It's the southernmost tip of western Australia,

a natural rock formation, oblong in shape

with a feather-like pattern, a foam, and sea anemone clinging to it.

Are you calling me a fucking fool?

- Alfred, no one is calling you... - A cunt?

- Okay, that's enough now, please. - No, I'm sorry.

You're, you're quite right. I do apologize. I...

I slept very badly last night, you see.

Well, it's the toilet in my hotel room.

The turd, it keeps coming back up.

I flush it, it goes away, comes back up.

Flush, come back up...

It actually puts me in mind of you, actually.

Are you related in any way?

We'll call you later today, Mr. Rott.

Anything happen about those, uh, concert tickets you promised me?

Bye.

Sir, this is a private residence.

Black, round, and beige.

Sir, this is the Belgian consulate.

You're obviously at the wrong address.

Harlem airshaft.

May I see your invitation, sir?

Welcome, Mr. Rott.

Miss Monika will look after you.

Good evening, Mr. Rott. My name is Monika.

We're pleased you could join us this evening.

Monika. Is that your moniker, Monika?

Your phone please, sir.

Good evening, sir.

May I offer you a drink?

- I'll have a whiskey. - Of course, sir.

Would you like a cohiba behike, sir?

One of the world's finest cigars.

No, thank you.

- Enjoy your evening, sir. - Sure.

- You called me miss Monika. - Yes.

Again.

- Give me your hand. - Pardon?

Give me your hand.

You must try harder.

My lord, today I have been reborn

in the first delights of a new life.

And would that my size convince you that reborn

I languish and die for you.

And that dying or living, ever I adore you.

What's your name?

You'll know me by poppea.

Come with me, my friend.

I'll make clear to you my woeful plight.

Be it the same as your fancy.

So Venus is teasing with images.

And lovers can't satisfy the flesh.

However, they devour each other with the eye.

So, who are you?

I, a most noble lady,

mistress of nero.

Would you like to fuck my pussy,

or do you prefer me to suck your cock?

Uh, hang on a minute.

Just give me a moment here, will you, sweetheart?

Come on.

Can we go somewhere else?

Of course. There are other rooms.

No, I mean... I mean, away from this house,

somewhere else.

I can't leave the premises.

Why not?

I'm here to pleasure you in any way you desire.

We can be joined by another lady if you like.

No, it's all right.

Forget it.

I'm not gonna...

I need to get some fresh air. Excuse me.

Yeah.

Do you want to join me?

Of course, Mr. Rott.

So, you can cut all that out now. Thanks.

Give yourself a break.