Latitudes

"Latitudes" (2014)

Previously an 8-episode

web series compiled into a movie

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The Brazilians

Jose...

Jose...

LATITUDES:

Jose...

Hello.

Yes.

Yes, I told you that.

No, I told you

what happened.

But you paid for it, right?

Great.

Ok.

No, of course...

Ok, but...

Well...

Me too.

Kisses. Bye.

Jose...

Jose...

PARIS:

Did we drink all

of the water yesterday?

We drank everything.

I didn't drink this.

Yes, I did.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

Why didn't you wake me up?

I thought

it was best not to.

I slept like a rock,

didn't I?

You were in a coma.

What did you do to me?

I'm really late...

Have you ever woken up

in the middle of the night

with that feeling that you're

not exactly sure where you are?

You woke up

in the middle of the night?

I only really fell asleep after

the sun was already coming up.

What were you doing

while I was sleeping?

- I tried waking you up, but...

- But what?

I think you drank

a bit too much...

- I didn't drink that much.

- At least it's what you said.

- I say that to not seem feisty.

- So it's better to seem drunk?

Hey.

Get dressed.

Let's see if you can

put them on as fast

as you take them off.

Speaking of which...

I'm late.

Stop.

What's wrong?

Now we won't have to worry about

how we'll say goodbye.

- If it'll be a kiss, a hug...

- Yeah, sure.

You always think

about everything, don't you?

Pick it up.

- It could be someone...

- It is someone.

- Someone who?

- The receptionist.

I asked her to call

and help me wake you up.

You didn't do that.

That's too low.

Of course I didn't.

Who do you think I am?

- Bye, love.

- Calm down, Olivia.

Wow, you remember my name?

I looked on your passport

while you were asleep.

I didn't need all that

to remember yours.

No?

But then again,

Jose is an easy name.

Where are the keys

to my room?

Are you staying here?

Why do you think

I gave you a ride?

It wasn't an excuse?

No. I'm a gentleman. I gave you

a ride because you were drunk.

I already said I wasn't.

I didn't want to seem feisty.

And a gentleman would never take

advantage of a drunken woman.

No. That's true.

Only of the feisty ones.

I have to go. Really.

And still you keep on

talking, and talking...

Three more minutes...

Three minutes and we'll

finish this conversation.

We won't see each other again.

What difference does it make?

We saw each other

many times today.

And you're

the kind of person

who looks like

you could be late.

I read one of your columns,

on the airplane,

it was very interesting,

something very elaborate...

That the new purple would be

orange, something like that.

"Yellow is the new black."

That's it,

yellow is the new black.

Just a... Hey, Fred.

Bring the equipment.

That's fine.

I'll be there in a bit.

Now you're the one

who has to leave.

What else did you read?

That you are committed and,

even though you don't see

a problem

with one-night stands,

that's not the kind of risk

you would take twice.

Not with the same person.

- Was that all written there?

- No, that's my interpretation.

- Was that too harsh?

- No, but your time is up.

- You were going to reply...

- I had a great comeback, but...

you said too much

and used up all your time.

That always happens to me.

- When do you leave?

- This afternoon.

- I lost your magazine.

- That's fine.

I'll buy a new one

this afternoon.

You are such

a well-known photographer.

How come we never

worked together?

I don't... I don't

shoot fashion, you know?

But don't be offended,

please. It's not personal.

- Bye.

- Bye.

- Go.

- I'm going.

Now what?

Not so sure anymore,

are you?

Right. I'm nervous now.

Drunk, feisty, indecisive...

Bye.

LONDON:

So, did you reconsider?

What?

Me.

You're not that lucky...

I promise I'll be

more objective this time.

You still look very pretty.

- You look good too.

- Thanks.

Don't look at me like that.

It was just a polite compliment.

That wasn't a compliment,

that was an invitation.

No. I invited you for a drink.

The invitation stops there.

A drink is always

an invitation.

An invitation with

ulterior motive.

Oh, really, Jose?

You like saying my name.

Did you realize that?

Yes, I did.

Jose.

At that party we both were,

they had drinks, did you notice?

You did, right?

Which makes this invitation...

premeditated.

Almost scandalous.

They didn't have gin.

How long do I have until

you start saying you're late?

I never say that

before nine o'clock.

You shouldn't have sent me

away that morning in Paris.

- It was a beautiful day.

- I know.

And a beautiful day in Paris

shouldn't be wasted.

I know.

Why not spend the day together

if we already spent the night?

- Which is harder...

- No, it's not.

Spending the day is way more

serious than spending the night.

We are more exposed

during the day.

- So you did regret it.

- No.

But I must admit,

I spent the whole

day wondering:

"what if I had stayed?"

"What if I had let him stay?"

And on the next day,

the same thing.

It was annoying.

The days kept going by

and I kept thinking about that.

As if it was

something important.

You know what that's called?

- Regret.

- No.

Regret is when someone

doesn't forgive themselves.

I forgave myself. This was

more like an obsessive thought.

Obsessive thought... OK.

Where did we stop?

It wasn't such an

obsessive thought.

What are you doing here?

What do you mean?

You invited me.

In London.

I'm here for a photo shoot.

Not fashion, though.

A wedding,

christening... Prom?

Yeah, something

classy like that.

I really don't get it, Jose.

Why don't you shoot fashion?

- It could be good for you.

- Could it help my career?

You think I need help?

We would see

each other more often.

Wouldn't it be easier if you

gave me your phone number?

Easier... Yes.

But boring.

Well, how many

of those gins do you need

before you

invite me upstairs?

I thought you didn't take

advantage of drunken women.

Only of the feisty ones.

Unfortunately you

are not that feisty today.

Get some champagne.

What's wrong?

It's one of those moments

where you don't know

if the guy is intense

because he's charming,

or if he's intense

because he's crazy.

Which one do you think I am?

Both.

What are the chances

of us meeting again?

In the near future?

Unintentionally?

If you must...

Unintentionally

will be almost impossible.

I think we're... forbidden.

If you consider the odds.

Where will you go

after London?

Home.

Home...

Is that why you can't

invite me up?

Does that mean

you don't have a home?

Who doesn't?

And that sooner or later

you'll have to come back to.

Yes. Just like

everybody else here.

One night spent

with someone is one thing.

Two nights

with the same person

is almost an invitation

to a third one.

Is the third night

such a big problem?

No.

But the third one

never stops at that.

It always brings a fourth...

a fifth, a sixth...

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