Manhattan Undying

You don't have to die.

We can be together.

Forever.

Max!

Max, open the fucking door!

Ma..

Look at this. Goddammit, Max.

Are you ever gonna show up for a fucking appointment?

Let alone plug this piece of shit in?

You know they've invented something called a cell phone.

Have you heard of it?

Hey, I'm talking to you.

Max, do you think you could at least attempt

to act like a fucking professional?

Would that really...?

Oh, no. Max, you gotta be shitting me!

Christ! All right, Sweetheart,

party's over. Come on, on your way.

Come on now, on your way. Time to go.

You're a piece of work, you know that? Let's go, come on.

Hold on.

Here you go, Sweetheart.

Oh, that.. That's touching.

Let's go. Come on, let's go.

Just imagine what it will do for your gallery.

I can see it now. Picture it: Resurrection by Max Garman.

Well, I'll take it down for his follow-up piece.

This is not going to happen over night.

Okay, how about 50 now and 40 for the follow-up?

It's not like he's been sitting around doing nothing.

I mean, look, Sylvia,

we're talking about the fucking star here.

He's got a cult following, for fuck's sake.

While Mr. Garman is certainly an artist of stature,

let's be honest..

When's the last time he did anything worth a shit?

His last showing was, what, four, five years ago?

Yes, but.. When was the last time he sold?

Of course.

But this will justify the wait, that we can promise.

If you don't mind, I'd like to stop by your studio.

Do you have any cigarettes, Darling?

Of course you're welcome to stop by, anytime you like.

Oh, fuck. Max?

Christ.

Max!

What's your fucking problem?

Goddamn it, don't tell me I just wasted my time back there!

People wanna see your work! Max, I'm trying for you!

All right, you know what? Just sleep it off.

We'll talk when you get that shit out of your system.

If you ever get it out of your system.

Do you know what I'm talking about? You're killing yourself!

What do you want from me, man? Huh?

You're always looking at me with those greedy fucking eyes!

You have no idea what I have to go through to get it for you.

Resurrection, my ass.

Max, wait!

Wait! For fuck's sake! Fuck.

Nice job! Yeah...

Oh, fuck.

Oh, the boys at The Factory would love it down here.

All we need now is a little bit of Velvet Underground.

Honestly, Max, everyone thinks it's a great idea.

We just need more of your work down at the club.

Johnny, watch the blow! Just take that.

It's like I was saying, you know.

I'm standing there freezing my tits off

and Kevin is just talking on the phone.

You remember Kevin, don't you?

That corporate gigolo, yeah, yeah.

I'm trying to make a point here.

Fuck you, JoJo!

Hey, what are you doing?

Hey.

Hey, here, Max, take her for a ride.

It's like... Life...

Imitating art.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Max, Max, whoa.

Get her down. Whoa, whoa, Max, Max.

Get the fuck outta here! Get the fuck out!

All of you get the fuck outta here right now!

Everybody get the fuck out!

Let's go, let's go. Come on, come on.

Get out! Get the fuck out!

Let's go, we're leaving. Don't stick around.

Just make sure to...

What the hell has gotten into you?

Max, Max!

Oh, my God. Breathe.

It's gonna be all right, Max. You're gonna be all right.

Hello, Mr. Garman.

Please take a seat.

Fragonard.

It's called The Bolt.

Sex... Death...

Sorrow.

It's all there.

You like it?

It's a print.

How are you feeling?

Ahem.

You're lucky you ended up in the hospital.

You're in an advanced stage of squamous cell carcinoma.

Lung cancer.

I'm sorry.

Um...

We're... Looking at weeks.

Maybe a few months.

Now, there is a chance with treatment.

The first phase is, uh, an extensive chemo program...

Followed by radiation therapy.

We'll need to do another biopsy,

as well as several...

Max, how are you, buddy? Look, they hung it behind the bar.

They love it.

Can't hear you.

Can't hear you. I'm sorry, I can't hear you.

Where you off to? The party just started.

Aren't you tired of this vampire shit?

Can I, uh, can I help you?

How... How did you, uh, get in?

Are you going to offer me a drink?

Yeah. Yes.

So what can I do for you?

Would you care to join me?

Yeah... Yeah.

I, uh...

I think I remember you.

You came to the party with... Jesus, there's so many names...

Uh, Jamie or, uh... Dave?

You know what it's like.

When you get partying, everybody looks different.

Uh, I don't remember, sorry.

I would like to have that painting.

What? Th-that's a...

Max Garman. It's one of a kind.

There's something about it. It intrigues me.

I know you're beautiful, Darling, but that was a gift.

I couldn't part with it. I'm sorry.

What would it take to change your mind?

Hey, Johnny, you there? I heard Max went nuts.

Pulled a knife on Joe. What?

Well, someone had a bad night.

Bradimore! Bradimore! I'm here.

I'm here. Jesus Christ.

Do your due diligence.

Uh... All right.

Ahem. Caucasian male, late 20s.

Were you smoking? What are you, my dad?

Parking the car, my ass.

How long you think he's been dead?

I dunno, you tell me.

Have you seen this hickey on his neck?

What, no one's ever done that to you?

Not on my neck.

Well, I don't wanna know about that.

Here.

Check this out. Hold it.

This is last night. Ah. He's a freak.

Stupid kids.

I'll be damned.

This was the last place he was seen alive.

Did you see him with anyone?

I dunno, with all the makeup and wardrobe,

one week it's vampires here, the next week it's...

Boys, what do we have next week?

Alice! Oh, yeah, Alice in Wonderland.

So what happened to this guy, anyway?

He was found dead in his apartment.

Not a drop of blood left in his body.

Oh, must've been the vampire night.

Wait a second, you two think a vampire did this.

No, we don't.

So do I need some garlic and shit?

Holy water? Maybe some wooden stakes?

A good lawyer might be a better choice.

Let me ask you something. You think we need a warrant

to get copies of your video surveillance and guest list?

Guest list? You gotta be kidding me.

Looks like I don't have a choice.

Hey.

Hey, it's Max.

Uh, we need to talk.

Yeah, just... Just, uh, somewhere quiet.

Meet me at the diner.

Yeah, man, well, it won't kill you to try, okay?

Okay.

Damn it.

Hope nobody saw me walk into this dump.

Okay, so...

Give it to me, Max. What do you gotta say?

Have you come to your senses, or do I have to throw

six months of work down the drain?

Just cut the crap, okay? Oh, you're telling me?

Will you just listen to me?

Look.

I've been doing some thinking, okay?

And...