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gabbled at the sixth form.
Well, I hoped I'd find you here.
Where the last of
the semi-famous get assholed.
More than semi-famous.
My friends adore your reviews.
That train has just
pulled out, I'm afraid.
Really?
Sooth. You see before you
That is simply the best news.
Is it?
Will you come home with me?
With pleasure.
'Jane's home lived up
to my ripest expectations.
'As degrading a cocktail
of over-priced cliches
'can be found
outside Beverly Hills.
'Any given surface
'crammed with some mad
medley of crystal flacons,
'miscellaneous fertility d*ldos,
'and a veritable "who's who"
of international deities.'
You like?
Like isn't the word.
Some of the pieces
are really special.
That thing on the sofa's
'In the taxi over, Jane had
mentioned she had a job for me.
'I demurred, of course,
'and asked to be let out
somewhere in St. John's Wood.
'But she told the driver
to keep driving
'and assured me I was going
to simply love her terrific
'new idea, which she troubling
referred to as "the project".'
So.
Why are we here?
I have a proposition.
That's practically incest.
three months to live.
Leukemia.
Oh.
That's a smeller.
Scared?
Not anymore.
That's ballsy.
But it's a grotty age
and a grotty world
and we'll all be joining you
soon enough.
Do you believe in miracles?
As in calming the storms
and feeding the multitudes?
Give us a fag.
A marvelous and mysterious
thing has happened to me,
and I want you
to investigate it.
I don't know
what you have in mind,
but I'm not exactly
an investigative journalist.
You sure? No interest?
Well, it might be
ungodfatherly of me to suggest,
but it's a racing certainty
you're not in your right mind.
[Laughs] Well, you're forgiven.
But it's a pity, because
you know the people involved.
My Uncle Michael.
Michael Logan?
And I'd pay you handsomely.
25,000 now and the rest
either later or left in my will.
I... I thought you said...
die. I don't believe I will.
Something happened to me
at Swafford Hall.
I want you to go there
and find the truth.
And if the truth is
you're not cured?
Then I'm dying of leukemia.
$25,000?
A hundred, all told.
Jane, there must be
1,000 journalists
who would do it
for a tenth of that sum.
But you're the only one
who'd get
- But Michael...
- You're godfather to his son.
Use him as your cover.
Delicious girl, since your
mother and I parted ways,
I've been as welcome
at Swafford as a...
Write to David.
Wangle an invitation.
And stay in touch.
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