The Midnight Meat Train

Maya?

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Did you finish your reading?

- Yeah.

Most of it.

You know how everyone's complaining

about how dangerous the city is...

...and how they wish they could go back

to the good old days when it wasn't?

Well, it turns out there never

really were any good old days.

It's always been a hell hole.

You don't find me fascinating anymore?

What?

- Babe, are you all right?

- No.

- No?

- No.

Some Russian cabbie

jumped a curb today...

- Yeah.

- And knocked a pedestrian...

...through a storefront window.

I got there just as they were...

...loading the body in the bag,

and I thought I got the shot...

...something that the Post

would buy, you know, but...

- I don't think it's good enough.

- What if I had some good news for you.

You know, like news that meant

you could throw away your police radio...

...and only shoot the stuff you want.

Forever and ever.

I'd marry you.

That's it?

What else do you want?

Well...

...how about...

...you in a bed...

...not worrying about anything...

...for at least an hour,

except how to make me and yourself...

...really, really happy.

- It's a deal.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- You like that?

You like that? That's good. So...

You know how you're wishing

Jurgis would introduce you...

...to some of his fancy art-world friends?

And you can never understand why he doesn't?

Well, I called him today and I said:

"How come you don't introduce Leon...

...to any of your fancy friends?"

Do you know what he said?

- What?

- That he didn't do it...

...because he figured that

when you were ready, you would ask.

So I asked for you.

Isn't that great?

Do you know who Susan Hoff is?

Of course. You're kidding.

Do I look like I'm kidding you?

- You're meeting her tomorrow.

- Are you kidding me?

No.

Does my hour start now?

Whatever you do, don't mention Maya.

What? Why?

Susan likes her artists

young, male and single.

Actually, you know what?

The male part isn't that important.

Here we go. Come on.

- Hello, my darling.

- Hello.

- Sorry that we're late.

- Oh, don't apologize.

Punctuality means nothing to me.

It's a virtue for the mediocre.

You know when I first knew

that Basquiat was a genius?

When he was three days late for lunch.

So tell me about your work.

Explain it to me. What interests you?

- The city.

- Why?

Because no one's ever captured it.

Not the way it really is...

...the heart of it.

That's my goal, that's my dream.

Then you're failing.

You were at the right place,

weren't you?

- Yeah.

- But not the right time.

The image grabs our attention,

sure, but so what?

It's melodrama, arresting but empty.

I want to know what comes next. I want

to see the face of the businessman...

...when the filth touches him.

The next time you find yourself

at the heart of the city...

...stay put, be brave, keep shooting.

Then come see me.

- She hates my work.

- No, she doesn't.

When she hates somebody's work,

she gives them about a minute.

- You got three.

- So, what? She likes it?

Well, I wouldn't go that far.

You think she's right, don't you?

She's not.

Oh, no, no, no.

Time to pay the toll, baby.

Leave me alone, please.

Yeah.

- You gotta pay on your knees, baby.

- Hey!

What the f*** you gonna do, b*tch?

Why don't you come

up here and find out.

What?

That's good.

Yeah, that's great.

All right, stop right there.

Right there. Stop. That's perfect.

Ever starred in a movie before?

Yo. Let's go.

Dead motherf***er.

You okay?

Thanks.

Most people would have ran away.

Oh, yeah.

I didn't this time.

Yeah.

Thanks.

- Hey, babe?

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