The Moderns Page #3

All the trust is gone.

You hate me.

How can I hate someone

I don't even know?

You know me, Nicky.

- I don't have any cash.

- I don't want your money.

But I'll take it.

Rose, I want to settle up.

That ought to cover what I owe you, what

I'm going to owe, and drinks for everybody.

Give me a bottle of cognac.

No, the good stuff.

There's someone waiting to see you

in the garden.

Oui?

Hart.

Merci.

Yeah, yeah.

Filthy bastards say they'll sue me if I break

my contract, and it's got a year to run.

I'd rather slit my throat.

- Are you listening to me?

- Yeah. What?

I'm seriously thinking about suicide.

Oiseau, you haven't been serious

since 1919.

I picked up a lot of bad habits in my day,

but suicide was never one of them.

Don't worry.

It's not a habit you'll keep for very long.

- L'Oiseau.

- Good evening, Alice.

You're looking dashing.

You remember my friend Nick Hart.

I've come to the conclusion

that I dislike the abnormal.

It's so obvious.

The normal is so much more simply

complicated and interesting, n'est-ce pas?

Does Hedley like his new friends?

The pilot fish.

Charming lot.

Not terribly interesting, but I like their tea.

- Do me a favor, pal, tell me a good joke.

- You're standing in one.

Oiseau, my little birdy!

I've brought my friend Nick Hart,

the wonderful painter.

Merci, monsieur.

Yes, the scribbler.

You know, Hart...

...there's only two things

that can really kill a man.

Suicide and gonorrhea.

- You been talking to Oiseau?

- You!

Young man. Come.

Go get her, champ.

I have a very important question

regarding your work.

How old are you?

- 33.

- Won't do at all.

American painters are 26 this year.

I'm not.

Precisely my point.

Then you won't fit in at all.

- You won't approve of that, either.

- Pardon?

I could always move towards the theater.

I'll introduce you to Jean Cocteau.

Hemingway! Remember, the sun also sets.

Yeah, right on your big...

Hey, Bunny.

Hem.

I don't think we speak

to Miss Stein that way.

She never listens anyway.

She's joking. She's just being funny.

Nathalie de Ville, Nick Hart.

Enchant.

I'm surprised you don't

already know each other.

I've long wished

to make your acquaintance, Mr. Hart.

I've followed your career with interest

and concern.

Concern?

Yes. I always believed that you'd be

so much more successful by now.

But then I also believe

that a good woman...

...can inspire a man

to do truly great things.

Yeah?

Or prevent the poor bastard

from doing anything at all.

Why are you reluctant

to receive a woman's sincere compliment?

It's because there's so few sincere women

in Paris lately, it's a shock to his system.

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