Manhattan Undying Page #3

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Please... call me Larry.

Now that you've ruined

my enjoyment of art.

I gotta get outta here.

You know, Larry...

You're almost there.

There's no time

for distractions.

I was worried

you'd changed your mind.

What made you think that?

Can we just get back to work?

I can't.

Will you let me in?

I can't.

If you can't love...

You will never imitate life.

You will never... live.

Uh, Mr. Garman?

Mr. Garman, cliff Roberts.

This is detective Bradimore.

NYPD.

Am I under arrest?

No, no, no, no.

Just a few questions.

Uh, we've got something

we'd like to show you.

Oh, yeah...

It's here somewhere.

Ring a bell?

No. Why?

He was at some kind of...

Vampire rave party.

Found him dead the next day.

What's that have to do with me?

You were there.

So were 100 other people.

Yeah, well, they all showed up

in the surveillance video,

except for the one person

we're interested in.

Now...

Everyone says that he left

with a very,

very beautiful woman.

Okay. And, what,

you think the chick killed him?

All we know now is that

someone's out there

murdering men, and methodically,

believe it or not,

draining their blood.

Mm, well, with all the

"vampires" running around...

You believe in vampires?

Look, guys, I'm really busy.

I don't really remember

that night very much anyway.

No, okay. Just one question.

The woman that he left with:

Pale skin, long hair,

piercing eyes, and by all

accounts, drop-dead gorgeous.

Now I'm figuring...

That you're not gonna forget

a girl like that. I wouldn't.

I really wish

I could help you guys.

Listen, can we come up?

Do you mind if we just

look around a bit...

Ah, no. Sorry. I'm right

in the middle of something.

Hold... hold on a second.

Take this.

You be careful, okay?

I know he's lying

about the girl.

You see that twitch?

So he's a twitchy guy.

Ah, it's a liar's twitch.

You got a lot to learn, kid.

So you think it's him?

Maybe he's a part

of some kinda crazy ritual,

like a... blood sacrifice

or something?

Well, for all we know,

it could be him.

Hey, where the hell are you?

Why are the police

asking about you?

The gallery's on my ass

and now this?

Call me, goddamn it.

Please!

I just wanna see myself.

There's a mirror right there.

What's the matter, Max?

Don't I inspire you anymore?

F***!

Yeah, that's exactly

what I'm looking for.

As soon as you can get it

for me, thank you.

Yeah, hi. I need some

information on a Max Garman.

G-a-r-m-a-n.

Mostly galleries, Soho,

east side, West Side.

Yeah, I need like a file

on all of his paintings.

Just whatever we can get.

Thanks.

Bradimore.

Yeah, I got 'em. Thanks.

- Will you let me in?

- I can't.

All we know now is

that someone's out there

murdering men and methodically

draining their blood.

Well, with all the "vampires"

running around...

Everyone says that he left

with a very,

very beautiful woman.

Pale skin, long hair,

piercing eyes,

drop-dead gorgeous.

I used to go there

every day at dawn.

I've never seen

the sun like this.

So harmless... warm.

It's actually not

that far from here.

I need you.

Just as much as you need me.

I know what you are.

And I'm not afraid.

Stay where you are!

Put your hands

where I can see 'em.

Did you hear what I said?

No need for a gun, detective.

Just leave us alone.

I will shoot you.

Ah...

This is what I am.

We don't have much time.

Is it finished?

Nothing's ever finished.

You've never seen yourself,

have you?

You have to go.

You don't have to die.

We can be together.

Forever.

Eternal life.

I wish you could see what I see.

What about the painting?

You'll see it.

In time.

And this is exactly

what we feared, Andrew.

Just a couple of days away

from opening,

still nothing

for the Vernissage.

Just give me an hour.

That's Max!

He likes to keep everyone

in suspense!

Ugh. I'm cheered

by your optimism.

An hour!

We'll be there with the work.

Finished?

Finished, unfinished,

it will still be better

than anything else

you have in your gallery!

Bye!

Max, open the door!

Goddamn it.

I know you're in there!

Jesus, Max.

Everyone at the gallery

is waiting!

Without you, they've got

nothing for the Vernissage!

Goddamn it,

where's the f***ing painting?

Oh, my god.

Max, you did it,

you son of a b*tch.

Max, wake up.

Come on, Max.

Come on, buddy.

Dr. Wilson.

Great to see you.

Thank you.

Andrew Gardner.

Larry Wilkins, Max's doctor.

Yeah. Yeah.

Hey, nice to meet you.

Thank you.

Thanks for... coming out.

Sure. My pleasure.

You know,

he never told anyone...

About the cancer.

I'm not surprised.

It is a tragic loss.

I'm very sorry.

I never got a chance

to thank him

for the beautiful painting

he sent me.

Thank you for coming.

Right.

Welcome. Welcome, all.

Welcome.

Welcome. Welcome.

And thank you all for coming

to this sad

but momentous occasion.

Max Garman.

The principal thesis

behind Max Garman's work

has been to define art

through life.

Hard... raw...

Full life.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I present to you,

on behalf

of the late Max Garman,

Manhattan undying.

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