The City of Your Final Destination Page #6

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No.

Because I can leave.

I can leave whenever you want.

No.

[sighs]

Want you to stay.

Omar,

you've broken your wrist.

Let me wipe the soup

off your face.

Adam!

So how is

our poor young friend?

I hear he's recovering.

His girlfriend has arrived

to comfort him,

and hopefully

to take him home.

Where's Pete?

Taking a shower.

So...

to what do I owe

this pleasure?

It really is a pleasure,

you know?

Well, here we are.

To the pleasure of you.

How sweet you are.

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

Please, sit down.

It's supposed to be

a cocktail.

Cocktail.

What a lovely word.

If only one could drink it

where a cocktail

should be drunk,

sitting on a barstool

somewhere dark, secluded.

But liquor is liquor

wherever you go in the world,

isn't it?

It's a Manhattan,

or half a Manhattan,

since you have no bourbon.

A Manhattan.

That's your Moscow.

Hmm?

"Oh, Olga, Olga,

let us go to Moscow.

There's no place in the world

like Moscow."

Adam, I want to ask you,

do you think

I was wrong to stay here?

What do you mean?

You know what I mean.

When Jules came back

with Arden.

I didn't judge you.

It was your affair and Jules'.

She was so pathetic.

It was as if he'd picked up

a stray kitten

and brought it home,

a pregnant kitten.

Yeah.

Now I think she's changed

her mind about the biography,

as you have.

I never opposed it.

Why should we?

A biography is nothing,

an account of the facts

written by,

well, just for all we know,

some academic hack.

Though I hope not.

Maybe he'll surprise us.

Poor boy.

What a thing to happen.

A bee, can you imagine?

It's his own fault.

Why did he come here?

He has no business here,

hack or not.

Supposing Jules

had written something himself.

Had he?

Yes, he had.

I thought so.

And it would have to be

personal, autobiographical,

'cause Jules

was not an inventive writer.

And as The Gondola

was about our parents' lives,

this other manuscript-

Which no longer exists.

Which no longer exists...

would be about his life with you

and Arden in this place.

And for all I know,

even about Pete and me.

How could any outsider

understand this place

or what it was like

to all live here together

or what it's like now

without him?

Yes.

You know,

you could leave tomorrow

if you wanted to,

any time you choose.

You very well know,

I have no money.

How could I get

the fare together?

Don't you think I haven't

thought of it,

that I don't sit up there

pretending to paint,

brooding over

where I might be instead?

I need a real drink.

How about you?

- Scotch.

- Yeah.

Not getting very far

on just vermouth.

[distant thunder crashes]

Adam, do you like life?

[chuckles]

Well, I wouldn't like

to live forever.

But um, for a little while,

yes, but...

yes, I like it.

But living here?

You wouldn't rather

be somewhere else,

New York, London?

- No.

- Why not?

Because you have

to care about-

or at least pretend to care

about everything:

politics, fashion, culture.

It's just exhausting.

What I wouldn't give

to see some new painters,

a new play, go to the opera.

Yes, I know.

To Moscow, Olga.

Yeah.

This is a very potent drink.

Perhaps I should not

have indulged in a refill.

Tell me something.

Was there ever a letter?

Did Jules really write to you

saying he didn't want

a biography?

No.

But I know

he wouldn't have wanted it.

How would you know that?

Because he destroyed

the manuscript.

[thunder rumbling]

He destroyed it himself?

He wanted no one to know

what only concerned himself

and me.

So no matter

what you and Arden decide,

I shall never allow

this biography to be written,

even if he gets stung

by 100 bees.

[rustling]

Excuse me.

Can you tell me the way

to the mill house, please?

You have to go back this way

and then

through the bamboo grove.

Through there.

Thank you.

What do you think of her?

What do you?

I don't see her with Omar,

her personality.

But I don't know either of them

very well.

What do you think?

Will you miss them

when they're gone?

No.

I mean Omar.

Will you miss Omar?

Do you love him?

No.

No, I don't love Omar.

What?

Why did you ask me that?

Omar didn't say anything to you

about me

when you went to see him

in the hospital?

No,

I just thought,

if I were you...

If you were me, what?

I might love him.

[laughs]

Well, it's as you said, Pete.

We hardly know him.

He's only been here

for a short time,

he has a girlfriend,

and he's leaving soon.

The doctor says he can travel

in a few days.

They're both leaving.

I'm glad.

[rustling]

[birds chirping]

[insects clicking and buzzing]

Mr. Gund?

Who calls?

Hello.

Hello.

I could come back another time

if you're not free.

Not free?

As you can see, I'm quite free,

hopelessly free,

for the rest of my life.

This is Jesus,

and you must be, uh... Deborah.

Deirdre.

- [inhales]

- Deirdre.

May I offer you something?

Oh, just some mineral water

if you have it.

Mineral water, hmm.

How about a dry martini?

[chuckles]

No.

[clears throat]

No, thank you.

So you must be,

um... Omar's paramour.

It's so difficult

finding the right word

to describe a relationship.

[chuckles]

At least my relationships.

They're all too complicated

for mere words.

Paramour

is not the right word.

I wouldn't use it to describe

Omar's and my relationship.

Do sit down, my dear.

You look as if you might bolt.

I've offended you, no doubt.

Good.

You know, in my youth,

I used to call my partners

my paramours.

It's such a lovely word

to describe a lovely situation.

And as a result, I remained

a youth for a very long time.

The aging process was retarded,

but alas,

one morning I woke up and-

I was an old man

who talks too much.

But it is you who've come

to talk to me, yes,

I have no doubt,

about the authorization.

As you've probably heard,

I'm on Omar's side.

We have made our arrangement.

That is what I've come

to talk to you about,

what you call an arrangement.

So he has told you about it?

He has,

and I consider it blackmail.

You said you had made a bargain

with Omar.

You asked him to smuggle

certain items out of the country

in return for your help

in getting him authorization.

I...

call that blackmail.

"Smuggle," "blackmail."

My, my, you do have

a romantic imagination.

I will not allow him to do it.

And besides,

he's the wrong person for it.

I agree with you.

Omar is certainly not

the right person.

Unlike you, he is not practical.

But you will be returning

to the United States as well?

Are you trying to make

a little bargain with me now?

Please, do sit down.

I'm enjoying your company.

Sit down.

You're so invigorating.

[chuckles]

It's a pity

you have no sense of adventure.

I certainly have a sense

of what's legal

and what is not.

You know,

one day, you will regret this.

You will regret having come

all the way to south America

and not involving yourself

in what you encounter here.

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