Only Lovers Left Alive Page #5

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Before it's too late.

Mm. Well, I guess I'm

getting up, then.

Ava?

Ava?

(GROANS)

F***.

Ow.

- Eve.

- This is the bloody 21st century.

Oh, I didn't mean to.

He was just so cute.

Now I feel sick.

What do you expect? He's

from the music industry.

Oh, just back off.

You drank Ian.

- Adam...

- You drank Ian.

Sorry.

EVE:

We can sort this. Ava is leaving.

Just get off me, Eve.

How many times?

I don't mean to. Ow!

Let go.

What the f***? That's my stuff.

Get the f*** out of my house.

- Where am I supposed to go?

- Go back and rot in f***ing L.A.

You know what you guys are?

You're condescending snobs.

You have no f***ing idea.

F*** you!

Go f*** each other!

EVE:
Oh, my love.

He seemed like such

a lovely fellow.

Why couldn't she just

have turned him?

- Can anybody link you two?

- Are you joking?

We were all out

together last night.

So much for that

confidentiality agreement.

Where's his car?

He left it down by

the club. Remember?

Yeah, well, it'll be

gone in a day or two.

Look what she did to my Gibson.

The 1905.

Wow.

How beautifully made it is inside.

Yeah.

(SIGHS)

Have you got a bit of old carpet?

Behind the sofa.

Shall we?

Yeah.

- EVE:
Hang on. Hang on.

- Yep. Okay, you got it?

- EVE:
Yeah.

- Okay.

- EVE:
No, his feet first.

- Feet first. Put his feet in first.

- Just bend the knees.

- Yep.

- Careful with his head.

- Ooh!

All right.

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(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SIREN WAILS)

What are we gonna do with him?

I mean, it's not like in the old

days when we could just chuck them

in the Thames alongside all the

other tubercular floaters.

Any other ideas?

(COYOTE HOWLING)

EVE:

Canis latrans. How lovely.

I think they're clocking you.

Yeah. They're all over Detroit.

Come on, Eve.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Don't even ask.

Ready?

That certainly was visual.

EVE:
Hello? Good evening.

I would like to book two flights

from Detroit to Tangier,

traveling at night.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Who is it?

(INDISTINCT DIALOGUE)

ADAM:

Some rock 'n' roll zombie kids.

They're onto me.

Yes, well, be grateful

it's not the police.

Yes, I'm still here.

Thank you. Yes.

Two tickets, first class, leaving

and arriving at night, please.

Yes, I'm sorry.

I know it's complicated.

Connecting through London?

No, no, I'm sorry.

London's no good.

Yeah. Is there another connection?

Madrid. Madrid's fine.

Yes, two travelers. No luggage.

What about all my instruments?

My darling, the world is full

of beautiful instruments.

I'm gonna find you a magical

instrument in Tangier.

Yes, just carry-on.

Can you carry on blood?

Kit has the best stuff.

As soon as we arrive.

Yes, credit card.

Which would you like?

Yes.

The names of Stephan Dedalus

and Daisy Buchanan.

Chet Atkins.

Dates of birth...

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(CHATTERING IN ARABIC)

MAN:
Do you need something?

(SPEAKING IN FRENCH)

very special for you.

Not far to go now.

Come on.

(SIGHS)

Sh*t, Marlowe, where are you?

Adam.

(ADAM GROANING)

Ow.

Ow. What was that for?

EVE:
Come on.

Where are we?

Did you find Marlowe?

No, but we've got to go find him.

You've got to get up. Come on.

If I can even f***ing walk.

(GROANS)

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Psst. I have something

very special for you.

I have what you need.

Not what I need.

Oh, f***. Kit.

Bilal.

- Madame Eve.

- Bilal.

(SPEAKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Monsieur Adam.

Bilal.

Come in. Come in, please. Come in.

Madame Eve,

my teacher is not well.

This is a very, very bad situation.

Very bad.

You... You look not good.

Please. Please.

BILAL:
This way.

MARLOWE:
Well, well.

Look what the cat dragged in.

You look like sh*t.

My old darling.

Oh, yeah.

What a piece of work is a man.

What is this quintessence of dust?

EVE:
What happened, Kit?

This is the very last

of the good stuff.

No more good French doctor.

I got some bad stuff.

Contaminated.

Avoid the hospital here.

You still been scratching

away, though, Kit.

MARLOWE:
Well, you know...

here and there over the centuries.

Bilal.

Bilal...

is an excellent writer in

his own right, you know.

Maybe not yet.

MARLOWE:
Humility gets you nowhere.

There's the proof of that.

Heh, heh, heh.

MARLOWE:

Illiterate zombie philistine.

(GRUNTS)

The game paid off, though, Kit.

You still got the work out there.

Never had much choice.

It was all...

so political.

Anyway, I was supposed to be...

dead.

And now...

at last...

I shall be.

(MARLOWE EXHALES)

(SOBBING)

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(EVE SOBBING)

Oh, Eve.

Oh, look at that sh*t.

- What are we gonna do?

- What are we gonna do?

Well, I know what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna get you that present.

Give me all your money, baby.

Come on.

Now...

you're gonna stay here. Okay?

And I'm gonna go around the

corner just for a minute.

No funny business.

- Okay.

- Hm.

(BAND PLAYING SOFT MUSIC)

(WOMAN SINGING IN ARABIC)

(MOUTHING LYRICS)

(APPLAUSE)

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

Eve, this bird is fantastic.

EVE:
Yasmine. She's Lebanese.

I'm sure she'll be very famous.

God, I hope not.

She's way too good for that.

Come on, baby.

Look at the bowl.

Dalbergia retusa?

Hm.

(STRUMS NOTE)

It's beautiful.

Thank you.

Eighty-two percent of

human blood is water.

Have the water wars started yet?

Or is it still about the oil?

Yes, they're just starting now.

They only figure it out

when it's too late.

How much of the human

body is water?

Fifty-five to 60 percent.

And how much of the

Earth's surface?

Well, 70 percent is ocean and...

then there are lakes and...

And the rivers.

(PLAYING SOFT TUNE)

Oh.

F***.

I'm barely still here.

We're finished, aren't we?

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Tell me now about entanglement.

Einstein's spooky

action at a distance.

Is it related to quantum theory?

Mm.

No, I mean, it's not a

theory, it's proven.

How does it go again?

ADAM:
When you separate

an entwined particle

and you move both parts

away from the other,

even at opposite ends

of the universe,

if you alter or affect one,

the other will be identically

altered or affected.

Spooky.

Even at opposite ends

of the universe?

Yeah.

EVE:
Is that what we're thinking?

Adam, really.

So f***ing 15th century.

They are deliciously beautiful,

though, aren't they?

ADAM:

What choice do we have, really?

We're just gonna turn

them, though, right?

How romantic of you.

I get the girl, though.

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(SPEAKS FRENCH)

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