London Page #3

lt's truly remarkable, but at the same|time, it's utterly f***ing disturbing.

l mean, we're the same people|that were living in Roman times...

...throwing boiling oil on each other|and crucifying Christians.

Not that that's entirely a bad thing.

Hey, Syd, are you in there?|lt's Maya.

Oh, f***! F*** me.

-F***, f***. Give me one second.|-What the f*** have you done?

-Sorry. F***.|-You clumsy bastard.

-What have you f***ing done?|-Sh*t.

Look at that.

lt's covered in f***ing beer.

-F***.|-Oh, my God.

What are you gonna do?

-Goddamn it, Syd.|-lnstant karma.

-l got it.|-That's enough to give up blasphemy.

-Get up here.|-No, we can totally save this.

What are you gonna do,|eat food off the floor?

-F***ing gross.|-Do me a favor.

-God f***ing damn it.|-God, is this it?

-Yes.|-Are you kidding?

-No, it's my f***ing fault too.|-Just snort it off the floor.

You don't wanna do that. l shouldn't|have put it by the f***ing sink.

What are you doing?

-What's that?|-As l said, all is not lost.

-Bateman, Jesus Christ.|-Oh, my God, you f***ing rock.

-Do you know this painting?|-No.

lt's Van Gogh's|Wheatfield with Crows.

The most significant painting|the man's ever painted.

-Oh, well, then.|-F***, it's true.

That'll do for starters, won't it?

Look, this is the last painting|the man did before he killed himself.

lt's his suicide note. He even put|his left ear in the f***ing clouds.

There is his mutilated left ear.

Can you see it? Not everyone sees it,|of course, but there it is.

He mutilated his left ear|and put it in the f***ing painting.

What does that mean?

Maya, l'm curious.|Do you believe in God?

You guys have been doing|too many drugs.

Answer the question. Yes or no?

God, that's a really long|conversation...

...but l will tell you something l read|the other day that freaked me out.

l don't remember where it was.

lt was like Russia or Germany|or one of these places...

...but these scientists,|they took this pregnant rabbit...

...and they hooked up to,|like, a heart monitor and an EE G...

...which sensors your brain waves.

And, like, the second after she gives|birth, they take these babies...

...and they jump in a van|and they start shooting them...

...one by one in the back of the head|with, like, a .22 rifle.

From, like one mile away:

Five miles away:
|Twenty miles away--

Don't tell me people are|killing little bunny rabbits.

What's so interesting|is that every time they'd shoot...

...one of these poor babies|in the back of the head...

...the mother's heartbeat|and brain waves would go crazy.

So l'm just saying there's,|you know, sh*t like that, and then--

The mother knew the babies|were getting shot--

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