Cold Souls Page #3

Good. Good. Good. Th-That-That's

normal.

- What else?

- Uh-

Well, maybe lighter. Yes, light.

Light.

- Light?

- Yeah, light and, uh, empty.

And, uh, bored maybe?

Um, but overall...

I feel great.

I feel great.

Well, that's perfect.

Those are the usual symptoms.

So, I need you to sign

the storage contract so we can

proceed.

Well, let's have a look at it. Shall we?

- Let's, uh, see what we've got.

- What?

Oh, um-

What? Oh, please. Mr. Giamatti,

don't worry.

Just think of it as, um-

Well, as another one of your organs.

Like your heart,

or your liver, or your pancreas.

- Okay. Okay. Yeah. Okay.

- Good.

Uh, you know what? I'll tell you

what.

Why don't I turn around,

and then you tell me when I can take

a look.

- There's nothing to worry about.

- I just-

As you wish.

- How very interesting.

- Oh?

- Uh, yes. You can turn around.

- Uh.

Oh, my goodness. Look at it.

- But it's empty, for Chrissakes.

- No, no. Come closer. You'll see.

Hey, there it is.

Oh, there he is. Oh, my goodness.

How can such a tiny thing feel so

heavy?

Never ceases to amaze me.

Is this a joke?

N-N-No. Of course not. Wh-Why?

Uh-

Just because it's small doesn't mean

anything.

No, are you-

are you telling me that my soul...

is a chickpea?

Mr. Giamatti, please.

Listen. We don't know

the forces that shape our souls.

A-And you chose not to look inside.

Internal conflicts, even neuroses-

Oh! Now you're calling me

neurotic! Is that-

Don't move. Just no rushed

movements.

We don't want to step on it.

There. There.

- Don't touch it!

- Eh.

Do not touch it.

- Careful. Careful, please.

- It's all right. It's all right.

Don't squeeze. Don't squeeze.

Okay.

Oh, here. Here.

Thank you.

- Do you think it's damaged?

- No. No.

No. They are extra resilient

to all sorts of shocks.

Hmm.

Hmm.

My life is gone.

I have talent, intelligence, boldness.

I could have been- [Sighs]

a Schopenhauer, a Dostoyevsky.

I'm losing it. Mother, Mother.

I 'm desperate.

Mother, Mother-

Yeah, I-I- Uh, let's go again.

- Is Schopenhauer getting

in your way or something?

- No, no, no, no, no. No, no.

Schopenhauer's-

Schopenhauer's fine with me.

Schopenhauer.

Schopenhauer, Schopenhauer.

Schopenhauer, Schopenhauer,

Schopenhauer, Schopenhauer.

Schopenhauer, Schopenhauer.

after the soul is extracted

in New York.

You'll travel with Nina

and one other mule.

Yes, Dimitri.

I don't get it...

You didn't make the quota

again this month.

Yes.

And the military?

They passed on it.

We have to identify new outlets

and it takes time, Dimitri...

I'm not arguing.

If the US government steps in.

We're out of business.

I want my soul back.

I'm sorry, that's impossible.

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