Only Lovers Left Alive Page #2

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I just feel like all the sand's

at the bottom of the hourglass,

or something.

Time to turn it over, then.

Oh, my liege lord.

We've been here before.

Remember?

You missed all the real fun, like

the Middle Ages, the Tartars,

the Inquisitions.

The floods, the plagues.

Well, how about your music?

I seem to be...

(GUITAR PLAYS NOTE)

Writing a lot of

funeral music. Heh.

Oh, my darling. Why don't you

just come here and kiss me?

You used to love Tangier.

You loved the music.

Oh, f***.

All right.

I'll come.

But I can't believe you're

doing this to me again.

It's just the traveling

that's such a drag.

Eve...

I love you so much.

I'll take that for the journey.

(KISS)

(SIGHS)

(PLAYING SOFT ROCK MUSIC)

(SOFT ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

()

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(MUSIC STOPS)

F***ing hell.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

(CAR DRIVING AWAY)

(SNIFFING)

(PLAYING CLASSICAL MUSIC)

Yes. And is there a possibility of a

night flight from Tangier to Paris?

Yes, that would work.

And then flying the following night

from Paris to Detroit, is that correct?

Wonderful.

Name of Fibonacci.

()

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(BUZZING)

(DOOR OPENS)

- IAN:
Hey, I hope this isn't a bad time.

- Hm.

IAN:
I wanted to come right away

because I have that thing for you.

Wooden bullet, .38 caliber.

It's cocobolo.

Dalbergia retusa.

For your art project.

Guy made it for me,

no questions asked.

He said the wood was so dense

that it sinks in water.

And I think they make

guitars out of it too.

Both are true, yeah.

It's perfect.

Thank you, Ian.

No problem, man.

You know, for a zombie,

you're all right.

Thanks.

Please.

Oh, no, man. You already paid

me so much the other time.

- It's okay.

- Ian, please.

You bought my car and everything.

Thank you, Adam.

Uh...

Anything else you might need, man?

Anything you want me to get you?

There were some rock 'n' roll kids

here last night, ringing my doorbell.

- Really?

- Yeah.

How do they know where you live?

No one f***ing lives out here.

I don't know, but it's not cool.

We talked about this.

I know. I know we did, man.

It's not cool at all. It's completely

f***ed up. How would they...?

All right, I know. Don't worry.

I'm gonna spread some

rumors, very cautiously,

about where you might live and

just throw them way off track.

Whatever you need to

do, please do it.

Just take care of it.

- I'm on it.

- Okay.

Look, I'll see you later.

I've got something I need to do.

(PEOPLE SPEAKING

ARABIC IN DISTANCE)

You know...

I had a dream...

about your infamous

little sister last night.

You had a dream about Ava?

What sort of a dream, Kit?

Kit?

What?

Oh, sorry. I...

- Sorry. I drifted away for a minute.

- Heh, heh.

- You were miles away.

- Heh, heh.

- Italy, actually.

- Ha, ha, ha.

Few hundred years ago.

Was he painfully good-looking?

- What?

- Ha, ha, ha.

Uh...

Look, I know I don't

have to say this to you,

but please be cautious.

I couldn't bear it if...

I couldn't bear it if

something happened to you.

Frankly, I don't understand why

you don't live in the same place

because you can't live

without each other.

Anyway, give my regards to that

suicidally romantic scoundrel.

Do you really think he is?

Scoundrel? Heh, heh. Yes.

Well, let's hope

he's just romantic.

Even so, I mainly blame

Shelley and Byron

and some of those French a**holes

he used to hang around with.

Oh, I wish that I had met

him before I wrote Hamlet.

He would have provided the most

perfect role model imaginable.

()

(IMITATES GUNSHOT)

EVE:
Love alters not, with

his brief hours and weeks

But bears it out even

to the edge of doom

If this be error and upon me proved

I never writ, nor no man ever loved

(SIGHS)

Marlowe.

(CAN OPENS)

MAN:
Ow. Sh*t.

Oh, man.

I'm a mess.

Excuse me.

STEWARDESS 1:
Oh, la, la. Let

me get you something for that.

MAN:
Thank you.

()

(PA BELL DINGS)

STEWARDESS 2 (ON PA): Ladies and gentlemen, we're

beginning our descent into Detroit Metro Airport.

We thank you for flying

with us on Air Lumiere

and hope to see you again soon.

(FOREIGN LANGUAGE POP

SONG PLAYING OVER RADIO)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

- I appreciate it.

- No problem.

(TRUNK CLOSES)

Oh.

Mephitis mephitis.

()

(ADAM BREATHING HEAVILY)

My lady.

May I?

()

(SOFT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC

PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

I love what you've

done with the place.

(ADAM CHUCKLES)

I love your newest music too.

It made me think of when you gave that

string quintet to Schubert. Remember?

- Hm.

- And he presented it as his own.

Yeah, but I asked him to do that.

And I only gave him the adagio.

Just to put something out there.

Is that why you released

this new stuff?

I needed a reflection.

To see if it would

echo back before...

Before what?

Oh, Adam.

You always have the convenience of the

zombies to blame when you get low.

What about all your heroes?

I don't have heroes.

No?

What about your blessed scientists?

The scientists?

Well, look at what

they've done to them.

Pythagoras, slaughtered.

Galileo, imprisoned.

Copernicus, ridiculed.

Poor old Newton, pushed

into secrecy and alchemy.

Tesla, destroyed.

His beautiful possibilities

completely ignored.

And they're still bitching

about Darwin, still.

So much for the scientists.

And now they have

succeeded in contaminating

their own f***ing blood,

never mind their water.

Yeah, well, if we're

gonna have a litany

of all the zombie

atrocities of history,

we'll be here till

the sun comes up.

The sun is coming up.

Shall I tell you again about

spooky action at a distance?

Einstein's theory of entanglement.

Yeah. I love the way you tell it.

But not now.

We don't wanna be up all day.

Eve?

Hm?

Can you tell me how

old this guitar is?

I think it's an L2

but I've never been able

to date it exactly.

EVE:
Aw.

She's a pretty one.

A Gibson.

She is old.

Yes, my darling, but you

know your dressing gown

- is at least a century older.

- Is it?

Yeah.

(SIGHS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

()

So this is your wilderness.

Detroit.

ADAM:
Everybody left.

- What's that?

- It's the Packard plant

where they once built the most

beautiful cars in the world.

Finished.

EVE:

But this place will rise again.

- Will it?

- Yeah.

There's water here.

And when the cities in

the South are burning,

this place will bloom.

Do you wanna see the Motown Museum?

Although it's not much to

look at from the outside.

I'm more of a Stax girl myself.

Actually, there is something

I could show you.

It's not far.

There.

That's Jack White's house.

EVE:
Oh. I love Jack White.

- ADAM:
That's where he grew up.

- Oh.

Little Jack White.

Nice.

Do you know he's actually

his mother's seventh son?

(LAUGHS)

That figures.

And this is the famous

Michigan Theater.

They built it back in the 1920s.

A huge sum of money.

It's built, ironically,

on the exact same site

as Henry Ford made his

very first prototype.

They used to be able to seat

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