Cold Souls Page #2

How does it feel?

Awesome. It just

is.

Can you describe the difference?

Honestly I don't feel much

difference.

And I have so much energy.

How long do you intend to remain

soulless?

As long as possible.

As you can see, soul extraction is

effective and discreet.

- Experience the prime of your life

again.

- How do you feel?

Uh, I can't tell.

- Have you seen it?

- No, not yet.

Aren't you curious? This is so

exciting for us.

You know, our souls will be stored

together.

Mr. Giamatti.

- Oh, eh-

- You can safely leave it here for the

moment.

This is our soul stimulator.

We're going to check to see how

much of your

soul has been successfully extracted.

It's very simple.

If you feel something, press the red

button.

If not, press the blue.

Good luck.

Um-

Are you saying that my dog is

soulless?

No, ma'am. Its just that we don't

know...

how to deal with pets.

We've got at least 95% of it.

What do you mean, 95%?

Well, uh, the five percent

residual won't bother you.

It's just enough to keep you

animated.

Ah.

So, how are you feeling?

Hollow.

Good. Good. Good. Th-That-That's

normal.

- What else?

- Uh-

Well, maybe lighter. Yes, light.

Light.

- Light?

- Yeah, light and, uh, empty.

And, uh, bored maybe?

Um, but overall...

I feel great.

I feel great.

Well, that's perfect.

Those are the usual symptoms.

So, I need you to sign

the storage contract so we can

proceed.

Well, let's have a look at it. Shall we?

- Let's, uh, see what we've got.

- What?

Oh, um-

What? Oh, please. Mr. Giamatti,

don't worry.

Just think of it as, um-

Well, as another one of your organs.

Like your heart,

or your liver, or your pancreas.

- Okay. Okay. Yeah. Okay.

- Good.

Uh, you know what? I'll tell you

what.

Why don't I turn around,

and then you tell me when I can take

a look.

- There's nothing to worry about.

- I just-

As you wish.

- How very interesting.

- Oh?

- Uh, yes. You can turn around.

- Uh.

Oh, my goodness. Look at it.

- But it's empty, for Chrissakes.

- No, no. Come closer. You'll see.

Hey, there it is.

Oh, there he is. Oh, my goodness.

How can such a tiny thing feel so

heavy?

Never ceases to amaze me.

Is this a joke?

N-N-No. Of course not. Wh-Why?

Uh-

Just because it's small doesn't mean

anything.

No, are you-

are you telling me that my soul...

is a chickpea?

Mr. Giamatti, please.

Listen. We don't know

the forces that shape our souls.

A-And you chose not to look inside.

Internal conflicts, even neuroses-

Oh! Now you're calling me

neurotic! Is that-

Don't move. Just no rushed

movements.

We don't want to step on it.

There. There.

- Don't touch it!

- Eh.

Do not touch it.

- Careful. Careful, please.

- It's all right. It's all right.

Don't squeeze. Don't squeeze.

Okay.

Oh, here. Here.

Thank you.

- Do you think it's damaged?

- No. No.

No. They are extra resilient

to all sorts of shocks.

Hmm.

Hmm.

My life is gone.

I have talent, intelligence, boldness.

I could have been- [Sighs]

a Schopenhauer, a Dostoyevsky.

I'm losing it. Mother, Mother.

I 'm desperate.

Mother, Mother-

Yeah, I-I- Uh, let's go again.

- Is Schopenhauer getting

in your way or something?

- No, no, no, no, no. No, no.

Schopenhauer's-

Schopenhauer's fine with me.

Schopenhauer.

Schopenhauer, Schopenhauer.

Schopenhauer, Schopenhauer,

Schopenhauer, Schopenhauer.

Schopenhauer, Schopenhauer.

after the soul is extracted

in New York.

You'll travel with Nina

and one other mule.

Yes, Dimitri.

I don't get it...

You didn't make the quota

again this month.

Yes.

And the military?

They passed on it.

We have to identify new outlets

and it takes time, Dimitri...

I'm not arguing.

If the US government steps in.

We're out of business.

I want my soul back.

I'm sorry, that's impossible.

You signed the NCNR clause here.

It's non-cancelable, non-returnable.

No.

What if everyone was doing that?

We wouldn't be in business,

would we?

Hello?

Oh, Hi, Andrea. Yeah, hi.

Uh-

Mm-hmm.

Andrea wants to see us this

weekend.

Hmm.

Are you sick? You're very pale.

Nah. Just the usual stuff. I 'm fine.

You need to look after yourself.

How is Uncle Vanya?

Can we not talk about that?

I see my feet.

I see my feet.

I have...

feet.

How do I know they're mine?

That's a silly question, Paul.

Feet are tied to your legs.

Legs... tied to your torso.

You control it.

Eh.

If I have this body...

- I must be something else.

- Mmm.

Is that something new youre

working on?

- What's up? What's going on?

- You feel strange.

- Strange?

- Your skin.

What about it?

Mmm, scaly maybe.

Scaly? What do you mean-

What do you mean, scaly?

Like a lizard or something?

Well, maybe it's just dry.

What's wrong?

Just making me

feel like a lizard doesn't really help,

hon.

I just sit there and I talk to her.

You know, uh, she can't hear me.

I mean, we, um- we tried

the cortex, uh, stimulation.

But nothing, you know.

Oh, I just feel so impotent.

You know, I mean...

I just don't know what the right

decision is.

Your brother should be part of this.

- You can't carry all this weight on

your own.

- Cynthia.

Every day I ask myself, what should

we do?

Why don't you just unplug her?

What?

Are you out of your mind?

Why would you say that?

- What did I say?

- What do you mean, what did you

say?

She was asking for advice.

She clearly doesn't know what to do.

A-And the conversation just goes on

and on.

Uh, and I'm sitting there,

and no one says anything...

and it's gonna go on for hours

if nobody says anything.

- You think it's easier

just to hurt her feelings like that?

- Oh, come on.

I had no intention of

hurting anybody's feelings.

What was all that celery munching

about?

What celery munching? What?

Why are you so upset about this?

What did I do?

I can't believe we're fighting

about a celery stick.

Paul, what is going on with you?

The rain is ending.

Oh, well,

everything will be refreshed and

breathe.

Except for me.

No, no.

No, I'll be the only one

not refreshed by the storm.

Oh, day and night a demon oppresses

me...

and I feel that my life was wasted...

that I squandered the past

on nonsense, nonsense.

And the present, the present-

Well, it's right here.

It's absurd.

Here is my life and my love.

What did I do?

Can I renounce this?

No. No.

My one true feeling in life...

and it's fading away, like-

Iike a ray of sunshine

at the bottom of a mine shaft.

Uh, when I think of your-

When you talk of your-

I'm sorry.

When you speak of your love for

me, I don't know what to say. I'm

sorry.

- I can't say anything.

- Mmm.

Oh, God!

If only you knew how much I suffer...

to think that right next to me

another life is wasted-yours!

What are you waitin' for?

What damned philosophy

is keepin' ya from livin', woman?

Uh, okay. Uh, that's it. Let's-Let's go

home.

- Thank you.

- Yeah?

Great work today.

- Huh. Wow, she is great.

- Yeah. Can we talk?

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