Manhattan Undying Page #2

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I'm not kiddin'.

Your salad.

F*** me. A f***ing salad?

What's wrong with a salad?

You enjoying that?

I'm gonna fire you.

You're fired.

You're fired.

You don't fire me.

That's not how it works.

Get outta here.

Hi.

Thanks for comin'.

You must be Evie?

Yeah?

Wanna have a seat?

- Mind if I touch you?

- Please.

You know, you look familiar.

Do I know you from somewhere?

I, um, ahem...

I have your number.

So...

Thanks.

Really.

You remember your way out?

Hello.

I take it you're here

for the model ad?

It's actually

not that far from here.

I used to go there every day

at dawn.

I've never seen the sun

like this.

So harmless,

warm.

You're looking for a model?

I'm sorry, uh...

I didn't catch your name.

I didn't mention it.

No pictures.

No, I... I don't do

photographs, it's just...

I don't do photographs either.

Okay.

I wonder what it's like.

You get paid every session,

of course.

We can...

Make out a schedule.

Only nights.

Well, well, well,

what a surprise.

You are capable

of waking up unaided.

Considering I'm paying

for breakfast,

I appreciate the gratitude.

Come on, order something

to eat before we talk business.

You eat the crap

they serve here.

Who is she?

She?

The girl from last night.

I don't know

what you're talking about.

Max, I'm telling you,

I have no f***in' clue

what you're talking about.

Look, man. Last night,

I'm just sitting there...

And this girl walks in.

It's like she walked out

of one of my paintings, man.

I'm telling you,

I-I-i haven't felt like this

in years.

A painting you probably

haven't even started, right?

Outstanding. The usual sh*t.

You find a beautiful model,

bang her brains out

and then all of a sudden,

"oh! My inspiration, it's gone!

The mystery is gone. I..."

are we done?

Are you shitting me?

Max, where you going?

F*** you.

Jesus Christ.

Hello?

Hi. How are you?

It's, uh... it's Max Garman.

Yeah, long time.

Is, uh...

Is Elizabeth around?

She did?

How long ago?

Oh. Um...

Um... do you have

her new number?

Oh, it's, uh, it's okay.

No, I, um...

Thanks anyway.

Well, uh...

Ha. You know, it took me a few

of these to be able to say this,

but, uh...

You know,

just looking at you, uh...

I mean...

I mean, my god, you...

You are...

You're beautiful.

Tell me why you say that.

Are you kidding me?

Really?

I mean, my god...

Just, um...

Just look in a mirror.

And what would I see?

I mean it.

What... would I see?

Well, um...

You would...

I'm sorry, there's...

There's...

There's nothing that I could say

that could do justice

to what you see in a mirror.

Say, can I get you...

Can I get you another one?

I'll get you another drink.

I never do that.

Uh... what?

Look in a mirror.

That's why I'm asking you.

Okay...

You know what?

I bet you're hungry.

I think I am.

Well, we've got

a ruptured carotid artery,

got massive blood loss.

In fact,

we've got total blood loss.

What do you mean,

no blood at all?

No blood at all.

What causes it?

Gonna have to do more tests

to find that out.

We got hair strands,

we got lipstick.

I think it's a woman.

They found another one.

Similar trauma.

Actually sounds identical.

You're joking?

Guy in the bedroom naked.

Massive blood loss.

I think we got

a serial killer here.

Oh, Jesus.

They need us there now.

Let's get outta here.

Thirsty?

Weren't you expecting me?

I was.

Thought you changed your mind.

I did.

Shall we get started, then?

What did you have in mind?

Show me who you really are.

Are you afraid?

No, this just helps me

beat the blank canvas.

And bad paintings.

So how does this work?

Is that what brought you here?

Curiosity?

Maybe.

It takes some getting used to.

Sitting like that for hours.

Like a corpse?

Yeah... but alive.

On the edge.

It's that thin line

between life and death,

that's what I'm after.

From me?

But in here.

What are you after?

I have to confess.

Good.

I'm interested in sins.

It's just vanity.

You can do better than that.

I...

I just want to see myself.

That's all.

There's a mirror right there.

It's the sins

that make the painting.

What is it, Max?

Don't I inspire you anymore?

Not until you let me in.

Hello?

I got good news

and I got good news.

Which one do you want first?

None.

You know that painting

of your brother

you got sitting there?

Um, yeah, yeah, I, uh...

Hate that one, actually.

Well, I'm taking it

off your hands. It sold!

You don't have to f***ing

look at it anymore!

Um... yeah, it's not finished.

It will have

more artistic value.

It's a collector's item.

It sold, and about f***ing

time something of yours sold.

You know how many times...

You missed your treatment,

Mr. Garman.

That is impressive.

Must've cost you a pretty penny.

You can't take this lightly.

It's going to kill you

if you don't fight it.

Yeah, you know,

that's something I wanted

to talk to you about. I...

I, um...

Look, it's the strangest thing,

man.

I feel like...

I feel like...

I... I've been resurrected.

Faith can help.

But we need to do

everything we can

to increase your chances...

I'm serious, man.

I'm not...

I'm not dying, okay?

I'm not dying.

Mr. Garman...

You can call me Max.

Max...

You won't survive much longer

without treatment.

Mr... Max!

You do understand

the consequences?

You know, living with chemo

would be like

your replica there.

But, hey,

at least you're trying.

Galleria Colonna.

Elizabeth speaking.

Hello?

Hey, Liz.

Max?

Max. Oh, my god.

How are you?

Uh... it's been awhile, huh?

I know.

How are things?

Uh... okay.

How about you?

How are you doing?

I'm okay.

Here at the gallery.

I heard you moved.

How's work?

Are you working?

Yeah. Yeah, there's, uh...

There's a... a new show.

New stuff.

Wow.

That's... great.

Look, anyway,

I just called because, uh...

You know, it's...

Been a while and... and, uh...

There's just some things

that I wanted to say, uh...

You know...

In the end...

I know things got

pretty bad and...

I wasn't a very good friend.

Just a sec.

I don't feel good about that.

And...

You know, I really don't

feel good about the fact

that we never got

to say goodbye.

Thank you.

We never even got...

To say goodbye, Liz.

Goodbye, Max.

Will you get me a drink?

Yeah.

I can't let you in, Max.

How long have you been here?

I can't let you in.

No, no, no.

I told you, it takes time, okay?

It doesn't just happen

overnight.

I know

what you're going through.

What do you mean?

Addiction.

How did you beat it?

What makes you think I did?

Shall we get started, then?

Okay.

Deep breath.

Deep breath.

Tumor-induced pneumonia.

You're fighting too many battles

at the same time.

You should be in the hospital.

Yeah, well,

that's not gonna happen.

I really need to work right now.

Okay?

Is there anything else I can do?

You need to put your affairs

in order, Max.

I gotta go.

I see you got rid

of the fake Klimt, doctor.

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