Cosmopolis Page #3

I thought she was a Shifrin.

Little of both.

So rich and crisp.

Does she let you touch

her personal parts?

You look gorgeous today.

For someone who's 41 and

finally understands what her problem is.

What's that?

Life is...

too contemporary.

So how old is your consort?

Nevermind, I don't wanna know.

You'd tell me to shut up.

Oh, one more question.

Is she good in bed?

Is she good in the limo?

I don't know yet.

Aww, that's the trouble

will old money.

Now tell me to shut up.

I know something you wanna know.

What's that?

There's a Rothko in private

hands that I have the privileged knowledge of.

It's about to become available.

You've seen it?

Three, four years ago, yes.

It is...

luminous.

What about the chapel?

What about it?

I've been thinking about the chapel.

You can't buy the god-damn chapel.

How do you know?

Contact the principals.

I thought you'd be thrilled

about the painting. One painting.

You don't have a important Rothko

and you've always want one, we've talked about this!

How many paintings in this chapel?

I don't know.

If they're selling the chapel,

I'll keep it intact.

Tell them!

Keep it intact? Where?

Tell them!

In my apartment there's

sufficient space.

I can make more space.

The people need to see it.

Let them buy it.

Let them outbid me.

Forgive the pissed way to say this,

but the ??? chapel belongs to the world.

It's mine if I buy it.

How much do they want for it?

They don't wanna sell the chapel

and I don't wanna give you lessons in self-denial and social

responsibility because I don't believe for a second you're as cruel as you sound.

How much?

What does it mean to spend money?

A dollar?

A million?

For a painting?

For anything.

I have two private

elevators now.

One is programmed to play

Satie piano pieces.

And move at one-quarter the normal speed.

This is right the Satie and this is the

elevator I take when I'm in a certain...

let's say...

unsettled mood.

It calms me, makes me whole.

Who's the other elevator?

Brother Fez.

Who's that?

The Sufi rap star.

You don't know this?

I miss things.

I don't know what

money is anymore.

I'm losing money

by the ton today.

Many millions.

Betting against the yuan.

Isn't the yuan asleep?

Currency markets never close.

Shanghai runs day and night,

all the major exchanges, seven days a week.

I miss that.

I ???

How many millions?

Hundreds of millions.

How old are you?

I want you to go to the chapel

and make them an offer.

Whatever it takes.

I want everything that's there.

Walls and all.

I remember what you told me once.

What's that?

Talent is more

erotic when it's wasted.

What did I mean?

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