Adam Resurrected Page #5

Let him- let him do it.

Why, God?

Why?

Why?

He misses you, Adam, the kid.

You know, he didn't really think

you were going to hurt him.

He told you that, did he?

Well, you tell him for me

that he is better off without me.

He was watching you type just now.

Tarshish, this is crap.

No, Adam.

Get away from me, please.

Wait, Adam.

Tarshish, I am tired.

Leave me alone.

What in God's name?

Don't tell anyone, okay?

I'm counting on you.

- No crazy stuff.

- Right.

Wait, wait.

Do not give me this look, kid.

I was sick.

I was dying.

Kidney leaking with the white ashes.

Oh, we're no good for each other, kid.

Oh, this is not going to work.

What do you want, my Olivetti?

What, you saw me writing Wolfie's eulogy,

now you want to write mine?

That's, you know,

that's very intuit- intuitive.

But let's not do it.

Do it on the paper.

Wait a minute.

You're going to jam it.

Here, I'll put it on the floor.

Try that out.

Well, damn it, kid.

You're the little maestro.

Why the hell didn't you say so?

Okay.

I can see that you're the sentient being,

and sentient beings need what?

The name.

Here, maybe something that you're typing

can give us an idea.

Here, let me see.

Ah, "fdg fdga".

Yeah, that has a mysterious ring to it.

But how about something

with a little symbolism?

You know who you remind me of?

David.

David Rex.

Yeah, king of the Jews,

descendant of Adam,

forebearer of the Messiah,

musician,

fornicator,

bloodthirsty warrior,

built Jerusalem,

brought in God in this...

box.

Yeah.

Long live Davey, king of dogs.

Purim, our day of joy.

Bah.

Look at that, Adam.

They want us to dress up in costumes.

He saved us from Haman

only to toss us to Hitler.

God's logic is not our logic,

Mr. Wolfowitz,

nor can we begin to fathom His ways.

2,000 years we've stood face-to-face,

Him and us.

Then he turned and sicced Rex on us.

Still, you're a believer, Mr. Wolfowitz,

and Adam too.

And your tirades, gentlemen,

are nothing but manifestos of faith.

Schwester, this is very clever.

- Did I say this?

- Of course.

I write it all down.

Oy, soon, Adam-

Schwester, give him a-

throw him some scraps.

Ah, evolution is hard work.

Oh, the little embryo is evolving

a million years at a time.

Come on, we have got some work to do.

Writing, Adam?

What is he writing?

Poetry, poetry, Wolfie,

sheer unadulterated poetry.

Blumers, Mrs. Lipowitz.

Stop by my- Adam's circus

and see the miraculous offspring

of Olivetti und Rex.

Heel.

Heel, come on, let's go.

Adam.

No, no, no, heel, heel.

Come on. Come on.

David.

Wait, Adam, me first.

We were in Mrs. Marshack's basement.

13 months she was down there, Adam.

How much is that in numbers?

13 months is, um-

Well, it's 390 days, 9,360 hours.

561,600 minutes she sat there...

waiting.

Why, God?

Why?

"May his question soon be answered.

Signed, Abe Wolfowitz."

Then you say Kaddish, Adam,

and maybe serve some refreshments.

You lived, right?

That's what matters.

Yeah, yeah.

The circus is here?

Yes, it sure is, come on.

Come on, look how excited Rachel is.

Come on, yeah, oh, everyone's come.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you, darling.

Thank you, Mr. Blum, yeah.

Come on, Arthur.

All right.

Thank you.

Do the reading outside.

Ah, ladies and gentlemen,

meine Damen und Herren.

This is your big chance.

Ready?

I give you the king of dogs,

Koenig der Hund,

David.

Bravo, bravo.

Messages from Davey.

For you.

What?

What?

- What he is doing?

- "AT&T up 300 points."

Bravo, Adam.

He's speaking in tongues.

When, Adam, when?

What?

He's been pounding out gibberish.

Nathan, we've been treating that boy

for two months now,

making our way through his defenses,

and along comes Adam Stein

with a typewriter,

and you're beaming at me

like you've invented penicillin.

Well, I'm sure Adam

will be more than delighted

to share the credit.

Nathan, please.

Adam is unstable.

He's dangerous.

Instead of restricting him,

increasing his medication,

you give him unlimited access

to the Institute.

You turn a blind eye to his alcohol,

his love affair with your head nurse.

Read.

What do you mean, read?

Leave Adam to me.

"Gina Grey's classy ass."

You know what?

Why don't we just let the patients

cure each other,

and you and I can sit around

in our pajamas playing cards?

That is the most sensible thing

you've ever said.

Oh, fine, fine, fine.

That is my boy, David.

This is my king of dogs.

Do not eat the-

do not eat the paper.

Ow.

Stop this.

You are not a dog.

Do you know why I came back?

I could have died, kid, yeah.

The heart was blocked.

Slonim was pounding my chest,

calling my name.

There was nothing else he could do.

And I was wrestling with the Angel of Death.

I stopped him at the gate.

Do you know why?

Huh?

To see you again.

That is why.

I love you, child.

But it's no damn good.

You lean on me,

we will both go tumbling down together.

Zyklot 17.

Rex would have preferred it that way,

don't you think?

When the Russians arrive,

they will shoot him like a dog.

Get up.

I have something to show you.

Baron Von Hamdung.

Do you know the name?

Iron industry, shipping, petroleum.

Not long after the war broke out,

he was accused of treason.

His entire estate,

Swiss bank accounts, holdings,

were nationalized.

A clever SS accountant-

well, I thought I was clever

at the time-

was put in charge.

He was meticulous,

which is how he rose so fast

through the ranks.

But this one file, he put aside.

In fact, he stole it.

And incredibly, it was never missed.

Patton's Third Army has crossed the Danube.

The Russians are in Berlin.

It's the end.

For me, this document is useless.

But we had a deal, you and I.

A life for a life.

So here.

It's Von Hamdung's last will,

the rights to his home and possessions,

and you are the sole beneficiary.

You've been a good dog.

The truth is,

I could have saved your family,

but it would have been inconvenient.

I would have had some explaining to do.

Do it.

So there's life

in the old clown yet, eh, Adam?

Yeah, yeah, I get it.

Adam Stein is at home?

Herr, Hermann Lichtenstein.

Rabbi.

Welcome to Valhalla.

Adam.

Look at us.

How can it be?

Oh, Rabbi.

It is- it's only dynamite.

They're putting up an apartment block next door.

But on my land,

no resurrection will occur.

You have the word of Von Hamdung.

How did you find me?

The only Jew in Germany

should be hard to find?

You're in the papers, Adam,

the newsreels.

Let me ask you.

Your daughter, the older one, Ruthie,

did you ever try to locate her?

Such a cheerful presence, Rabbi.

Truly, you light up the room.

I'm sorry, Adam.

But I have to.

She's dead.

We both are.

What is the point?

But if you have to, what, know?

Yeah, I did.

For four years, I looked.

I put Von Hamdung's blood money

to good use, believe me.

Then it dawned on me, Rabbi.

If she was alive,

then it was she

who was not looking for me.

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