Only Lovers Left Alive Page #3
Wonderful.
Name of Fibonacci.
()
(DOORBELL RINGS)
(BUZZING)
(DOOR OPENS)
- IAN:
Hey, I hope this isn't a bad time.- Hm.
IAN:
I wanted to come right awaybecause I have that thing for you.
Wooden bullet, .38 caliber.
It's cocobolo.
Dalbergia retusa.
For your art project.
Guy made it for me,
no questions asked.
He said the wood was so dense
that it sinks in water.
And I think they make
guitars out of it too.
Both are true, yeah.
It's perfect.
Thank you, Ian.
No problem, man.
You know, for a zombie,
you're all right.
Thanks.
Please.
Oh, no, man. You already paid
me so much the other time.
- It's okay.
- Ian, please.
You bought my car and everything.
Thank you, Adam.
Uh...
Anything else you might need, man?
Anything you want me to get you?
There were some rock 'n' roll kids
here last night, ringing my doorbell.
- Really?
- Yeah.
How do they know where you live?
No one f***ing lives out here.
I don't know, but it's not cool.
I know. I know we did, man.
It's not cool at all. It's completely
f***ed up. How would they...?
All right, I know. Don't worry.
rumors, very cautiously,
about where you might live and
just throw them way off track.
Whatever you need to
do, please do it.
Just take care of it.
- I'm on it.
- Okay.
Look, I'll see you later.
I've got something I need to do.
(PEOPLE SPEAKING
ARABIC IN DISTANCE)
You know...
I had a dream...
about your infamous
little sister last night.
What sort of a dream, Kit?
Kit?
What?
Oh, sorry. I...
- Sorry. I drifted away for a minute.
- Heh, heh.
- You were miles away.
- Heh, heh.
- Italy, actually.
- Ha, ha, ha.
Was he painfully good-looking?
- What?
- Ha, ha, ha.
Uh...
Look, I know I don't
have to say this to you,
but please be cautious.
I couldn't bear it if...
I couldn't bear it if
something happened to you.
Frankly, I don't understand why
you don't live in the same place
because you can't live
without each other.
Anyway, give my regards to that
suicidally romantic scoundrel.
Scoundrel? Heh, heh. Yes.
Well, let's hope
he's just romantic.
Even so, I mainly blame
Shelley and Byron
and some of those French a**holes
he used to hang around with.
Oh, I wish that I had met
He would have provided the most
perfect role model imaginable.
()
(IMITATES GUNSHOT)
EVE:
Love alters not, withBut bears it out even
to the edge of doom
If this be error and upon me proved
I never writ, nor no man ever loved
(SIGHS)
Marlowe.
(CAN OPENS)
MAN:
Ow. Sh*t.
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