The City of Your Final Destination Page #3

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Portia.

Mustn't disturb him.

Are we gonna whisper

all night?

Hmm?

He's come a long way.

He must be tired.

[dishes clinking]

[chirping continues]

[water dripping]

[squeaking]

[pipes rumbling and knocking]

[water sloshing]

[squeaking]

[spraying]

[dramatic opera music]

[hose spraying]

[telephone ringing]

[opera music continues]

Hello?

[distant opera music]

Hello?

I would like to speak

to Omar Razaghi, please.

Dee!

- Omar?

- Hi.

How did you get this number?

You don't sound like Omar.

Are you eating something?

Yes, bread and honey.

What?

Honey.

Darling, I miss you too.

But you won't be away long.

What's it like there?

I guess they're all pretty old.

I only hope they're not senile.

Well, it might take longer

than we thought.

Can't you stop eating

for a minute?

We have a very bad connection.

I told you to get a cell phone

when you went down there.

It could have come

out of the fellowship money.

[high-pitched beeping]

Are you there?

Dee?

Omar?

[fax machine beeping

and whirring]

Dee, are you there?

[beeping continues]

Hello?

[beeping]

click!

[electronic whirring]

Thank you for the bread

and the honey.

It was delicious.

It's from our own bees.

You know anything about bees?

Bees.

I know they live in an apiary,

a word derived from apis,

which is Latin for "bee."

This is not

very interesting information.

[laughs]

[loud opera music]

I can't believe it.

You read a book and you think

all about the place,

but you don't really think

that it exists,

let alone that you'll be there.

Let me help you with that.

Oh.

[giggles]

[indistinct speech]

[opera music continues]

Coming here, to Ocho Rios,

was like coming

to my first home,

the first I ever had.

My parents were divorced,

and I went back and forth

between them.

No one really cared.

They both died in plane crashes,

two different planes.

He was on his way to Prague

for one of his

not very successful films,

and Mother

was going to Hong Kong

to get married...

again.

All the years in America,

my parents wanted to go back

to Tehran,

but it never worked out.

What did they do?

They were doctors,

pediatricians.

They died

four years ago.

First my mother, then my father

after a few months.

So we're both orphans.

I think I was born an orphan.

I was 18 when Jules

first brought me here.

That was ten years ago.

I was 18 ten years ago.

You and I are the same age,

born at the same time.

We could be brother and sister.

Twins.

Only twins

can be born at the same time.

Oh.

I am Omar Razaghi.

Yes, I know who you are,

my friend.

You're the biographer

who showed up

in spite of our letter.

And what are you giving him?

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