New York, I Love You Page #3

there, too. Okay, let's go.

[speaks French]

Thank you so much.

You're welcome.

[continues]

[snoring]

[tune on phone]

Hello?

[coughing]

[Woman]

David? Are you okay?

Did I wake you?

Yeah.

Yeah, you can say that.

Listen, he left me a message

about a couple of music cues.

Who?

Abara, your director.

Uh, okay, which ones?

5, 7, 8, 12, 13.......

Okay. Okay, great.

What was the message?

He hates them.

You have to change them.

Because?

He didn't say.

Oh, well,

what do you think, Camille?

Maybe you should

talk to him directly.

Mmm. Yeah.

Yeah, I will call him.

["Carnival

of the Animals"]

Hey, Camille.

It's your favorite stalker.

Did you talk to Abara?

Yeah, we talked.

He talked for, like, two hours

about, like, composers--

Wagner, Brahms, Gustav Mahler,

Tchaikovsky, Dostoyevsky.

That killed me.

Dostoyevsky

isn't a composer.

Are you okay?

Never better.

Great. Well,

I need your address.

Abara wants to messenger

you something right away.

Does he?

[sighs]

Hold on.

Aw. It's on my phone.

I'm a total idiot when it

comes to numbers and addresses.

My last girlfriend...

Uh-huh?

I couldn't remember

her birthday.

She broke up with me

because of that.

Yeah, well,

you deserved it.

Probably. But the upside

is that I'm single now.

So, dinner?

[laughs]

You're sleep deprived, David.

No. I'm Camille deprived.

I'm thinking

Balthazar for dinner

and maybe a little pastis

for dessert.

I'm thinking unemployment if you

don't finish those cues on time.

Give me your address.

[keyboard chord]

Hello?

[Camille]

Hey, did you get the books?

I left them

outside your door.

Wait. What-- You were here?

Why didn't you call?

I knocked, like,

a hundred times.

What the hell is this?

He talked to you

about Dostoyevsky.

"Please read."

Is this guy crazy? Am I--

Am I supposed to read these

or eat them?

Okay, David. I'm gonna put

you through to Abara, okay?

You can talk to him.

[sighs]

How'd it go with Abara?

He just said

"Read the books, Dave.

"Don't use CliffNotes

or Wikipedia.

Just read them." So fine.

I'm on a bench in Central Park

with The Brothers Karamazov.

[chuckles]

Ouch.

[coughs, sneezes]

Bless you.

Thanks.

What? What's wrong?

I can see the Dakota.

Hmm.

John Lennon...is my god.

You know his song "Mother"?

Yeah.

I was a kid

the first time I heard that.

Why can't I write

a song like "Mother"?

Oh, I just

sent you a picture.

Oh, my God.

Is that John Lennon

standing behind you?

What?

I'm just kidding.

I have no idea

what you look like, Camille.

Hmm.

Send me a picture.

No. No way.

Is that what you look like?

[Camille on machine]

If you're calling for Camille,

please leave a message

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