War, Inc. Page #4

Weird. Rarefied. Coven-like.

- Stop me if I'm rambling.

- Stop. Sit.

Can I get a double bourbon? Vodka twist? How's that?

- Okay.

- Thank you.

So, you're producing the big...

Freedom's on the March economic land-grab masquerade.

Are you with Tamerlane employee or a freelance producer?

That's complicated. Let's get to that later.

I just wanted to get to know you.

Okay, tell me about yourself.

Just doing this gig, trying to

make the best of a bad situation.

Looking for redemption in all the wrong

places. Stop me now if I'm rambling.

- Okay, stop.

- How about you?

How about me what?

You know, tell me about you. Where're you from?

Who gives a f***? Are you serious?

I'm serious as a deacon. I'd like

to get to know you as a person.

For God's sakes... why?

Well, what the hell else are we gonna

do on this dark and lonely night?

So you wanna seduce the journalist

whose politics you despise?

How dare you? I have no politics.

Everyone does, even if they don't know it.

- Not me.

- Just a straight mercenary?

I'm a host. I'm a showman. I'm an organizer.

There's just people here. Some good,

some bad. All interesting.

You seem like an interesting person and

I try not to over-think these things.

You're a clever guy. Some would even call you charming.

But it gets tired, doesn't it? All that

patter, the show biz, it's just a mask.

There's gotta be a person in there somewhere.

Did you know that "person" comes from

the Latin word persona which means mask?

Being human means we invite spectators...

to ponder what lies behind.

Each of us would be composed of a variety of masks.

And if we can see behind the mask,

we would get a burst of clarity.

If that flame was bright enough, then we fall in love.

What's your opinion on these divine matters?

I'm not gonna f*** you. You know that, right?

Oh, I hope that you know that somewhere.

I sense you're such an angry woman.

You're just intent to laying

waste to all of us, aren't you?

That was the best half-true

frontier gibberish I've heard.

Thanks.

- Hey. Listen.

- Yes?

All access pass to the trade show,

compliments of the house.

- Don't be a stranger.

- I won't be.

Now, let's get these passe's right.

Ayat, a little knee jerk.

Make it work. Make it work.

Very good.

All in the legs, girls.

How many times do we have to say this? Ayat!

Higher!

Big smile, Reshbeck! For God's sake.

Thank you.

You're back for some more gibberish.

You remember Marsha? This is Peter Parker.

Choreographer, worked with Rob

Marshall, all the big musicals.

It's incredible. Each girl is a trans-femoral amputee...

who had lost her leg during the liberation.

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