Manhattan Undying

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You don't have to die.

We can be together.

Forever.

Max!

Max, open the f***ing door!

Ma...

Look at this. Goddammit, Max.

Are you ever gonna show up

for a f***ing appointment?

Let alone plug

this piece of sh*t in?

You know they've invented

something called a cell phone.

Have you heard of it?

Hey, I'm talking to you.

Max, do you think

you could at least attempt

to act like

a f***ing professional?

Would that really...?

Oh, no.

Max, you gotta be shitting me!

Christ!

All right, sweetheart,

party's over.

Come on, on your way.

Come on now, on your way.

Time to go.

You're a piece of work, you

know that? Let's go, come on.

Hold on.

Here you go, sweetheart.

Oh, that... that's touching.

Let's go.

Come on, let's go.

Just imagine what it

will do for your gallery.

I can see it now. Picture it:

Resurrection by Max Garman.

Well, I'll take it

down for his follow-up piece.

This is not going to happen

overnight.

Okay, how about 50 now

and 40 for the follow-up?

It's not like he's been sitting

around doing nothing.

I mean, look, Sylvia,

we're talking

about the f***ing star here.

He's got a cult following,

for f***'s sake.

While Mr. Garman is certainly

an artist of stature,

let's be honest...

When's the last time

he did anything worth a sh*t?

His last showing was, what,

four, five years ago?

Yes, but...

When was the last time he sold?

Of course.

But this will justify the wait,

that we can promise.

If you don't mind,

I'd like to stop by your studio.

Do you have any cigarettes,

darling?

Of course you're welcome

to stop by, anytime you like.

Oh, f***. Max?

Christ.

Max!

What's your f***ing problem?

Goddamn it, don't tell me I just

wasted my time back there!

People wanna see your work!

Max, I'm trying for you!

All right, you know what?

Just sleep it off.

We'll talk when you get

that sh*t out of your system.

If you ever get it out

of your system.

Do you know what I'm talking

about? You're killing yourself!

What do you want from me,

man? Huh?

You're always looking at me

with those greedy f***ing eyes!

You have no idea what I have

to go through to get it for you.

Resurrection, my ass.

Max, wait!

Wait! For f***'s sake! F***.

Nice job! Yeah...

Oh, f***.

Oh, the boys at the factory

would love it down here.

All we need now is a little bit

of velvet underground.

Honestly, Max, everyone thinks

it's a great idea.

We just need more of your work

down at the club.

Johnny, watch the blow!

Just take that.

It's like I was

saying, you know.

I'm standing there

freezing my tits off

and Kevin is just talking

on the phone.

You remember Kevin, don't you?

That corporate gigolo,

yeah, yeah.

I'm trying to make a point here.

F*** you, Jojo!

Hey, what are you doing?

Hey.

Hey, here, Max,

take her for a ride.

It's like... life...

Imitating art.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Max, Max, whoa.

Get her down.

Whoa, whoa, Max, Max.

Get the f*** outta here!

Get the f*** out!

All of you get the f***

outta here right now!

Everybody get the f*** out!

Let's go, let's go.

Come on, come on.

Get out!

Get the f*** out!

Let's go, we're leaving.

Don't stick around.

Just make sure to...

What the hell

has gotten into you?

Max, Max!

Oh, my god. Breathe.

It's gonna be all right, Max.

You're gonna be all right.

Hello, Mr. Garman.

Please take a seat.

Fragonard.

It's called the bolt.

Sex... death...

Sorrow.

It's all there.

You like it?

It's a print.

How are you feeling?

Ahem.

You're lucky you ended up

in the hospital.

You're in an advanced stage

of squamous cell carcinoma.

Lung cancer.

I'm sorry.

Um...

We're... looking at weeks.

Maybe a few months.

Now, there is a chance

with treatment.

The first phase is, uh,

an extensive chemo program...

Followed by radiation therapy.

We'll need to do another biopsy,

as well as several...

Max, how are you, buddy? Look,

they hung it behind the bar.

They love it.

Can't hear you.

Can't hear you.

I'm sorry, I can't hear you.

Where you off to?

The party just started.

Aren't you tired

of this vampire sh*t?

Can I, uh, can I help you?

How... how did you, uh, get in?

Are you going to offer me

a drink?

Yeah. Yes.

So what can I do for you?

Would you care to join me?

Yeah... yeah.

I, uh...

I think I remember you.

You came to the party with...

Jesus, there's so many names...

Uh, Jamie or, uh...

Dave?

You know what it's like.

When you get partying,

everybody looks different.

Uh, I don't remember, sorry.

I would like

to have that painting.

What? Th-that's a...

Max Garman.

It's one of a kind.

There's something about it.

It intrigues me.

I know you're beautiful,

darling, but that was a gift.

I couldn't part with it.

I'm sorry.

What would it take

to change your mind?

Hey, Johnny, you there?

I heard Max went nuts.

Pulled a knife on Joe.

What?

Well, someone had a bad night.

Bradimore! Bradimore!

I'm here.

I'm here.

Jesus Christ.

Do your due diligence.

Uh... all right.

Ahem.

Caucasian male, late 20s.

Were you smoking?

What are you, my dad?

Parking the car, my ass.

How long you think

he's been dead?

I dunno, you tell me.

Have you seen this hickey

on his neck?

What, no one's ever done that

to you?

Not on my neck.

Well, I don't

wanna know about that.

Here.

Check this out. Hold it.

This is last night.

Ah. He's a freak.

Stupid kids.

I'll be damned.

This was the last place

he was seen alive.

Did you see him with anyone?

I dunno, with all the makeup

and wardrobe,

one week it's vampires here,

the next week it's...

Boys, what do we have next week?

Alice!

Oh, yeah, Alice in wonderland.

So what happened to this guy,

anyway?

He was found dead

in his apartment.

Not a drop of blood left

in his body.

Oh, must've been

the vampire night.

Wait a second, you two think

a vampire did this.

No, we don't.

So do I need some garlic

and sh*t?

Holy water?

Maybe some wooden stakes?

A good lawyer

might be a better choice.

Let me ask you something.

You think we need a warrant

to get copies of your video

surveillance and guest list?

Guest list?

You gotta be kidding me.

Looks like I don't have

a choice.

Hey.

Hey, it's Max.

Uh, we need to talk.

Yeah, just... just, uh,

somewhere quiet.

Meet me at the diner.

Yeah, man, well,

it won't kill you to try, okay?

Okay.

Damn it.

Hope nobody saw me

walk into this dump.

Okay, so...

Give it to me, Max.

What do you gotta say?

Have you come to your senses,

or do I have to throw

six months of work

down the drain?

Just cut the crap, okay?

Oh, you're telling me?

Will you just listen to me?

Look.

I've been doing some thinking,

okay?

And...

I think you're right.

I think it's time

I get my sh*t together.

Pfft! Here we go again.

Drew, I'm dead serious.

Max, I'm dead serious.

You've been f***ing with me

for years.

I gotta make a living too,

you know that?

Just set up the deal,

fix the date and sit back.

That's all you have to do.

Okay?

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