Cosmopolis Page #5

There's a certain

drama in her life.

She notices herself.

Then other people notice her.

Then she marries one of them.

Then, they go to dinner.

You're wearing a cocktail dress.

Yes?

It's navy blue.

Yes.

And that's your...

silver jewelery.

Yes, it is.

I'm noticing.

How was the play?

I left at intermission,

didn't I?

What was it about

and who was in it?

I'm making conversation.

I went on impulse.

The audience was sparse.

Five minutes after the

curtains went up, I understood why.

Where is your jacket?

Where's my jacket?

You were wearing a suit jacket earlier.

Where is your jacket?

Lost in the scuffle, I guess.

You saw the car.

We were under attack by anarchists.

Just two hours ago, there were major

global protests. Now, what, forgotten.

Something else I wish I could forget.

That's my peanuts you smell.

Didn't I see you come out the hotel up the

street while I was standing outside the theater?

Is that the hotel

you wanted to take me to?

We don't need a hotel.

We'll do it in the ladies room.

We'll go to the alley out back,

rattle a garbage can. Look...

I'm trying to make contact

in the most ordinary ways.

To see and hear.

To notice your mood.

Your clothes.

This is important.

Are your stocking on straight?

I understand this at some level.

How people look...

what people wear.

How they smell.

Do you mind my saying that?

Am I being too wifely?

I'll tell you

what the problem is.

I don't know how

to be indifferent.

I can't master this.

And it makes me

usceptible to pain.

In other words, it hurts.

This is good.

We like people talking.

Isn't this how they talk?

How would I know?

My prostate is asymmetrical.

What does that mean?

I don't know.

You have to see a doctor.

I just saw a doctor.

I see a doctor every day.

You just saw a doctor.

That's how I know.

Packer Capital portfolio is being reduced to

near nothingness in the course of a day.

My personal fortune in the tens of billions

is in ruinous convergence with this fact.

And there's been a

credible threat at my life.

It's OK.

It's fine.

Makes me feel free in

a way I've never known.

That's so awful.

Don't say things like that.

Free to do what?

Go broke and die?

Listen to me, I'll help you financially.

I'll truly do what I can to help.

You can reestablish yourself.

At your pace, in your way.

Tell me what you need

and I promise I'll help.

But as a couple, as a marriage,

I think we're done, aren't we?

You speak of being free.

This is your lucky day.

This is very crazy.

Take over whole theater.

What do you think?

I don't know

I don't know either.

But I think it is crazy.

Looks like drug scene.

What do you think?

Yes.

I think it is latest drug.

Called novo.

Makes pain go away.

Look how good they feel.

Kids.

They are kids, exactly.

What pain do they feel that they

need to take pill? Music?

Too loud. So what?

It is beautiful how they dance.

What pain do they feel

too young to buy beer?

There's pain enough

for everybody now.

I don't believe I'm here.

You tell me when we leave.

I'll take you out.

Where is he?

At the entrance.

Torval?

He watches the entrance.

Do you kill people?

What do you think?

Like lunch.

What do we know?

We know it's not a coup.

It's not an organized terror cell or

international kidnappers with ransom demands.

It's an individual.

Do we care?

We don't have a name.

But we have a phone call.

The Complex is analyzing

the voice data.

It made certain assessments. They're projecting

a course of action on the part of the individual.

Why can't I work up any

curiosity on the subject?

Because it

doesn't matter.

Whoever it is.

That's who it is.

Eric.

Why we're here?

You ain't heard?

What?

Brother Fez.

What?

Dead.

No!

What? Can't be!

Dead. Died. Earlier today.

I don't know this.

Funeral has been

in progress all day...

The family wanted the city

to have a chance to pay respect.

Record label wanted an

exploitation event. Big and loud.

Street to street.

Right through the night.

I don't know this.

How can this be? I love his music.

I have his music in my elevator.

I know the man.

What, they've shot him?

Fez've been having cardiac

problems for years. Since highschool.

Been seeing specialists,

been seeing faith healers.

The heart just wore out.

This ain't a thug down some alley.

The man never been breathalyzed,

barely, since he was seventeen.

Hope you're not disappointed.

Disappointed?

That our man here wasn't shot!

Hope he didn't let you down.

Natural causes,

now that's a let-down.

What happened to your stretch?

Let a fine machine degrade in public.

That's scandal, man.

Everything's a scandal.

Dying's a scandal,

but we all do it.

I think I'm hearing

voices in the night.

Because I can't

believe you're saying this.

Ask me:
do I love this sh*t?

Me being big as I am and a retro-n*gger.

I have to love what I'm seeing.

Because this is something I can never dream

of doing in my thinnest day on Earth.

He liked having the clergy nearby.

He showed up in my office once with an imam

and two white boys from Utah in suits.

He was always excusing

himself so he could pray.

He lived in a minaret,

for a while, in Los Angeles.

Yeah, I heard that.

I went to visit him once.

He built it next

to his house.

He moved out of his house

and into the minaret.

I'm after you long time.

Son of a b*tch.

I glop you good.

Today you are cremed by the master

Andre Petrescu. The pastry assassin.

This is my mission worldwide to sabotage

power and wealth.

For years, I'm waiting for this.

Freshly baked only, you know.

I passed up the president of the United

States to make the strike.

I can creme him anytime,

but you are major statement.

Very hard to zero in.

You lack of humor, Mr. Packer.

You live up your reputation, okay, but I've been kicked and

beaten by the security so many times I'm walking dead.

You know they put me a radio collar

when I was in England, to save the Queen.

They tracked me like a rare crane.

But please, believe one thing.

I cremed Fidel three times

when he was in Bucharest years ago.

I am an action painter of cremed pies.

I...

Dropped from a tree on Michael Jordan one time.

This was the famous Flying Pie.

Museum quality.

Video for the ages.

I quiched the f***ing

sultan of Brunei in his bath.

They put me in black hole until

I was screaming for my eyes.

Okay, let's go.

Do you play?

Not really my game.

Rugby...

Now that was my game.

You play?

Some.

I like the action and the pain.

Pump iron now.

Of course you understand.

There's still someone tracking you.

Still someone out there.

This was a petty incursion.

The whipped cream.

Technically irrelevant.

I understand.

Next time, no pies and cake.

Dessert...is over.

Yeah, he's out there.

And he's armed.

He's armed and you're armed.

This is true.

You'll have to draw your weapon.

This is true.

Let me see the thing.

Let you see the thing?

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