Sliver Page #2

She has better taste than I thought.

She'll read me, though.

What if she doesn't like

what she reads?

- Hi, Jack.

- You'll read me.

I know you'll read me.

Because you have good taste.

You've lost her now, Jack.

She likes being in control.

So do I.

- See you around the neighborhood.

- Yeah.

Alex.

I spend seven years in a bad marriage,

and you say I like being in control?

But you ended it, didn't you?

No. No way.

No.

F*** both of you. You said $700, Mike.

Yeah, I know it's not f***ing Vogue.

So what?

Well, it's your choice.

Look, I'm hungry, I'm jet-lagged, and

I don't need this sh*t. Goodbye, Michael.

God, I'm sorry. I'm gonna get those

right out of your way.

- That's okay.

- I'm Vida.

- Carly Norris.

- Hi.

- I'll give you a hand.

- Thanks.

Damn doormen.

I really tip them well, too.

Everybody does.

That's why they're never around

when you need them.

You're right.

You should see them at Christmas.

Like flies on sh*t then.

Oh, yeah, this guy was here.

He left this for you.

- You're all moved in, then?

- Oh, God, no. I hate it.

I know. It's worse than anal intercourse.

- You know, you look like...

- Yeah, the girl that...

- Naomi.

- Yeah.

Somebody's already told you.

I guess they would have.

- Were you friends?

- Well, sort of.

I mean, she was only here about a year.

And most of that time, I was in Milan.

Ass-pinching Italians.

My bum is still blue.

I couldn't believe it, though.

I mean,

she just didn't seem like the type.

- Were you here when she...

- Yeah.

She came over

to borrow some coffee the night before.

- I didn't have any.

- Caffeine withdrawal.

That would do it to me.

That's my agent. He's a slimy bastard.

Just a goddamned second,

all right, Michael?

Hey. Thanks.

Right. So see you around.

If you ever need

any coffee or anything...

Just make sure you don't run out.

Mr. Brown. That's original.

And where's he staying?

The Regency Arms?

Okay.

And what's his room number?

Yeah, well, they all say

they're producers or sheiks.

Hi, putz. I'm giving you

your last chance for Pavarotti.

Hey, isn't Pearl Jam

some sort of oriental sex thing?

Yummy.

Carla, this is Zeke Hawkins calling.

I hope you remember me.

I live in the building, too.

We met in the lobby when you were

moving in last weekend?

Anyway, listen, I was just calling

to let you know that if you...

you know, need any help

with anything...

I've got some pull

with the manager, so...

don't be afraid to give me a call.

I'm at home most of the day.

My number's 555-31-26.

All righty? Okay, bye.

Hi, it's Peter. We are moving up

the pub date on the Dean book.

Just thought I'd call

and let you know. Bye.

Yeah, but what about

the appointment with Sony in Osaka?

Oh, well, I'll do it anytime they will.

I mean, I have to see them.

They're state-of-the-art.

...defensive system

is extraordinarily developed.

Acute schizophrenic, non-paranoid.

Classic Jekyll-and-Hyde syndrome.

Clearly a great danger to women.

No, no, no.

It's so good to hear your voice.

...we could rent one.

Well, that's an idea.

Hi, Zeke. It's Carla Norris.

Thanks for your call. I...

If I ever get unpacked around here...

I was thinking of having

a cocktail party on Friday night.

Sometime after 6:00.

And I was wondering

if you'd like to come.

Okay, I hope that you do. Bye-bye.

Brother!

- Oh, you think that was funny?

- Yeah.

I didn't think that was funny.

You scared the sh*t out of me.

Yeah, yeah, I know. I know.

I'm sorry.

You're right, it wasn't funny. I...

It was a real dumb-ass thing to do.

Really, I'm sorry.

Can we start over again? Huh?

What for? I really don't see the point.

- Hey, did you get the books?

- Yeah.

- Did you read them?

- No.

Yeah, you did. You can't fool me.

I read a few pages of one of them.

You read both of them.

You couldn't put them down.

I'm right, aren't l? Tell me I'm right.

You're wrong.

What?

You don't like sex and violence?

It sells, you know.

It buys ranches in Montana, I'm told.

You've been checking on me. I like that.

- Thank you.

- For what?

For stopping.

Now, how about gossip?

About James Dean, for instance.

Doesn't that sell?

You've been checking on me.

I don't like that.

I hear you're very good at the tell-alls.

I guess that comes

from being married to a very boring guy.

You just like all the juicy talk.

- F*** you.

- Would you like to?

I can try and make myself available.

Hey, look...

come on, I'm a writer.

People tell me their secrets...

and I just take notes.

Like Truman Capote.

- You could tell me your secrets.

- I don't have any secrets.

Sure you do.

What secrets do I have?

I'd never tell.

Did you send me the telescope?

- Telescope?

- Yeah.

Why would I send you a telescope?

Hey.

I can't keep up with you.

No, you can't.

Taxi!

Excuse me, Officers, let her through,

please. She lives here. Come on.

Come on, Miss Norris. Come on.

- Do you live here?

- Did you know Mr. Hale?

How long have you lived

in this apartment?

How do you feel

about all these accidents?

Yes, he was a lecturer at NYU.

He doesn't seem to have had

any family. That's about all I know.

Miss? Miss?

- Are you a resident here?

- Yeah. Carla Norris...

- 20-B.

- 20-B?

- What happened?

- The guy in 23-B...

the professor, Gus Hale...

apparently he fell in the shower

and broke his neck.

Did you know Mr. Hale?

- I talked to him.

- What about?

Well, not that much, really.

We talked about...

that he was going to Japan.

- We talked about Naomi Singer.

- What did he say about Naomi Singer?

That they were friends, and...

that I look like her.

You do.

I don't remember

giving you an invitation.

I have a nose

for smelling parties in progress.

Also, a bottle of Dom Perignon.

Come on in, honey. I like you already.

- You hold and I'll pop.

- Yeah.

Jack Landsford,

I'd like to introduce you...

to Judy, of course.

Hi. Remember me?

We met in the doorway?

- And Peter.

- Hi. How are you?

- Pete. Hey, Alex.

- Jack, how are you?

- Good. How you been?

- And you know Vida.

- Hi, I'm Vida Warren.

- Hello. Jack Landsford.

I'm sorry.

I thought you two knew each other.

Say "cheese".

Jesus!

- Oh, hey.

- Hello. Here you go.

- Is this Dom Perignon, too?

- California red.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Now, this is very interesting.

It looks like Lalique, but it's not.

It's a copy.

You're right about that, Alex.

Nothing in the haunted house

is what it appears to be.

They've remodeled it completely.

Who owns it?

I heard it was some law firm downtown.

No. That's a false front.

I checked on that once.

I bet I could find out who owns it.

I know some people.

I could make a few calls

if you really want to know.

Pete, don't.

It could be the Mob.

We could be supporting crack dealers.

Then what are we gonna do? Move out?

There's an idea.

Thank you.

- It's a great party.

- Thank you.

Hey there. Can I get you something?

I'm fine, thanks.

- So, how do you like the new place?

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