The Midnight Meat Train
Maya?
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Did you finish your reading?
- Yeah.
Most of it.
You know how everyone's complaining
about how dangerous the city is...
...and how they wish they could go back
to the good old days when it wasn't?
Well, it turns out there never
really were any good old days.
It's always been a hell hole.
You don't find me fascinating anymore?
What?
- Babe, are you all right?
- No.
- No?
- No.
Some Russian cabbie
jumped a curb today...
- Yeah.
- And knocked a pedestrian...
...through a storefront window.
I got there just as they were...
...loading the body in the bag,
and I thought I got the shot...
...something that the Post
would buy, you know, but...
- I don't think it's good enough.
- What if I had some good news for you.
You know, like news that meant
you could throw away your police radio...
...and only shoot the stuff you want.
Forever and ever.
I'd marry you.
That's it?
What else do you want?
Well...
...how about...
...you in a bed...
...not worrying about anything...
...for at least an hour,
except how to make me and yourself...
...really, really happy.
- It's a deal.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- You like that?
You like that? That's good. So...
You know how you're wishing
Jurgis would introduce you...
...to some of his fancy art-world friends?
And you can never understand why he doesn't?
Well, I called him today and I said:
"How come you don't introduce Leon...
...to any of your fancy friends?"
Do you know what he said?
- What?
- That he didn't do it...
...because he figured that
when you were ready, you would ask.
So I asked for you.
Isn't that great?
Do you know who Susan Hoff is?
Of course. You're kidding.
Do I look like I'm kidding you?
- You're meeting her tomorrow.
- Are you kidding me?
No.
Does my hour start now?
Whatever you do, don't mention Maya.
What? Why?
Susan likes her artists
young, male and single.
Actually, you know what?
The male part isn't that important.
Here we go. Come on.
- Hello, my darling.
- Hello.
- Sorry that we're late.
- Oh, don't apologize.
Punctuality means nothing to me.
It's a virtue for the mediocre.
You know when I first knew
that Basquiat was a genius?
When he was three days late for lunch.
So tell me about your work.
Explain it to me. What interests you?
- The city.
- Why?
Because no one's ever captured it.
Not the way it really is...
...the heart of it.
That's my goal, that's my dream.
Then you're failing.
You were at the right place,
weren't you?
- Yeah.
- But not the right time.
The image grabs our attention,
sure, but so what?
It's melodrama, arresting but empty.
I want to know what comes next. I want
to see the face of the businessman...
...when the filth touches him.
The next time you find yourself
at the heart of the city...
...stay put, be brave, keep shooting.
Then come see me.
- She hates my work.
- No, she doesn't.
When she hates somebody's work,
she gives them about a minute.
- You got three.
- So, what? She likes it?
Well, I wouldn't go that far.
You think she's right, don't you?
She's not.
Oh, no, no, no.
Time to pay the toll, baby.
Leave me alone, please.
Yeah.
- You gotta pay on your knees, baby.
- Hey!
What the f*** you gonna do, b*tch?
Why don't you come
up here and find out.
What?
That's good.
Yeah, that's great.
All right, stop right there.
Right there. Stop. That's perfect.
Ever starred in a movie before?
Yo. Let's go.
Dead motherf***er.
You okay?
Thanks.
Most people would have ran away.
Oh, yeah.
I didn't this time.
Yeah.
Thanks.
- Hey, babe?
- Yeah.
You seen my purse?
- Yeah, it's on the chair.
- Okay.
When did you take these?
Last night.
You have to show these to Susan Hoff.
What you said she wants...
...I mean, this is it.
Yeah, you think so?
Yeah, because if it's not,
I hope I never see it.
Hey. Good morning.
Morning.
Babe, I'll see you later.
All right.
- Here you go, sir.
- Thanks, babe.
Hands off.
- No f***ing way.
- Come on, one last time.
I said never again.
If I don't care that your disgusting
grease gets all over my tofu...
...why do you care that tofu
would get over your grease?
Because my customers, real Americans
...they don't want their cheese steak
within a mile of a bean curd.
- They're never gonna know.
- I'll know.
- Tofu's tasteless.
- Now you admit it.
- Of course.
My gramps, God rest his soul...
Jesus. If he saw me do this,
he'd rise and make a sausage out of me.
Yeah, and your regular customers
Maya.
That's the same girl, right?
She's a model.
"Erika Sakaki disappeared
after leaving a downtown club...
...shortly after 2 a.m."
Oh, my God.
- What?
- That's right when I shot her.
I gotta go.
- Where are you going?
- Cops. I'll call you later.
And they ran off after you made
your presence known.
No, you see them? No, no.
the surveillance camera.
That's what made them leave.
- Where did they go?
- I thought that they left...
...but it's quite possible,
and that's why I'm here...
...to say that perhaps they went
down another stairwell...
...and entered the same train
that she went on.
And you?
I told you. I...
I did not get on the train.
I left on foot.
- Okay.
- Okay?
Well, I'm sure anything
you need to know...
...will be on that surveillance tape.
Do you sell your photos?
What? Yes, but not like this.
Police calls mostly.
Erika's a pretty big model.
Tabloids be interested in these.
Really? I wouldn't know.
- Is that so?
- Yeah. I wasn't stalking her...
...if that's what you're indicating.
Look, I... I saw these guys.
I thought that they looked
suspicious, so I followed them.
But you did continue to photograph her?
Well, yeah, yeah, but...
I guess so, but...
Why?
When you come up
with an answer, call me.
What?
It's nothing.
I didn't imagine you to be...
- ...the person that would say, "whoa."
- I'm not.
I don't.
I haven't said it since high school.
But that's how good it is.
in three weeks.
Get me two more images that strong...
...and you'll be a part of it.
Okay.
Oh, good.
Without your unconditional
love and support...
...and without you finally introducing
me to one of your contacts...
I can't believe you made me wait
so long.
none of this would have been possible.
I love you both.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
- Now, I must depart.
- What? No.
- What? Where are you...? What?
- Two more images.
That's not tonight. No.
Why can't...?
- Two more shots. That's all I need.
Hey, tell your wife to relax.
Sweetie, I take the train every day.
Safer than walking.
But you hear these stories.
That was ages ago. Look, no graffiti,
air conditioning works.
You can understand the conductor.
It's a new century.
We're getting at off the next stop,
so you can do what you want...
...but we're getting off, okay.
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