- Ian. - Adam, man, how are you?
- Hey. Is this the Supra? - Yeah. It's a beautiful one, man
I really hope you're gonna like it,
'cause these Supras, they're getting harder and harder to find do you know what I mean?
You get one, the pick ups are messed up,
you get one, the neck is messed up or something.
Oh shit! Adam, do you want me to take off my shoes, man?
I think I got stepped in some mud or something.
- I really wouldn't bother. - Alright.
- The Supra. - 1959, man.
- Really nice, Ian. Thank you. - Cool.
All the electronics, everything, are original.
of course, I plugged them in, made sure they all work.
Just what the doctor ordered. As they say.
I should call him William Lawes.
It's a male?
This one is, yeah.
Who's William Lawes?
Just some 17th century english guy.
Wrote some great funeral music.
And during the english civil war he was casually shot dead by a parliamentarian.
Oh, that sucks.
Adam, check this one out, man.
- This one... - Is a very strange Hagstrom, from 1960.
- Swedish. - Yeah.
Look at this thing.
Look at the back.
Mother of toilet seat.
Seriously, man.
And this one... Check this out.
It's Silvertone, in the very early 60's. With an amp built into the case.
- Fantastic. - Right?
- Yeah. - And...
Oh, that's a lovely Gretsch 'Chet Atkins'.
6120. Double cut away.
I once saw Eddie Cochran play one of these.
But we had the front pickup modified to a Gibson P-90.
Wait. You actually saw Eddie Cochran play?
Yeah, on YouTube.
Right, of course man.
Hey, you. I have something special for you.
Hey, we have what you need.
I know you don't wanna play live, I know you want to remain completely anonymous.
But, you being so reclusive and everything is...
probably gonna make people more interested in your music.
Yeah...
What a drag.
Listen, Ian.
There is something you can do for me.
Anything. Anything, what is it?
I need a bullet.
A very special bullet.
Really? I got you that box of shells of the 38 last year.
I know, the 38. I need a 38 caliber bullet
- but made of wood. - A wooden bullet, seriously man?
Made from the hardest and most dense wood you can find.
I'd suggest Ironwood, Lignum Vitae, maybe snakewood, Piratinera Guianensis,
Or possibly african black wood, Dalbergia Melanoxylon.
You think you could find than someone who could make it for me?
Yeah, but... could you just repeat the last couple.
Irinwood, Lignum Vitae, snakewood, Piratinera Guianensis,
black wood, Dalbergia Melanoxylon.
Okay. Yeah, I mean, I think I know someone but...
what the hell for?
It's for a...
a project.
- A secret art project. - Okay, cool, cool.
Alright, let me think.
Thank you, Adam.
The shellcasing should be brass, but the bullet has to be wood.
- You just want one? - Just the one, yeah.
Okay, cool.
Anything else weird, or Interesting you may need?
There's a warehouse sale, this guys selling all these Softek amps,
some germanium resistors, soviet tubes, I thought I may go there and check it out.
See if you.. No, I'm good. Thank you.
Okay. Can I use your bathroom before I head out?
Ah... I'm afraid it's still out of order.
Still? I'm gonna get someone...
- No, don't bother. - It's really no bother...
No!
Look, Ian... I'm gonna fix it myself. I just haven't gone around to it yet.
Please, feel free to piss in the garden.
Bilal.
(You look beautiful), madame Eve.
(Thank you.)
So... Tell me, how is he? Really.
My teacher is fragile, but he has a strong spirit.
He is in such good hands.
He's my family.
And I protect...
Protect his secrets.
And yours too.
Mistress mine.
There's only an hour before sunrise.
I'm well aware of that, my dear.
Is that the really good stuff?
Yes, Eve.
From the french doctor?
Precisely.
So...
How's the fabulous Christopher Marlowe tonight?
I told you a thousand times! Never call me that name, in public.
You nutcase.
I can keep a secret! You should know that.
But I ask you, what most outrageously delicious literature scandal in history?
Dear Eve, that was 4 centuries ago.
You've been wearing that waistcoat for 4 centuries.
I was given this in 1586, and its one of my favorite garments.
So, are you saying we're never gonna let the cat out of the bag?
Can't we... drop the odd hint, here and there?
It would cause such thrilling chaos.
I think the world has enough chaos
to keep it going for the minute.
Spoilsport.
Jesus Christ! You scared the shit out of me.
I've sort of been expecting you recently for some reason, doctor...
- Doctor Faust. - It's good to see you again, too...
Doctor...
Watson.
You know, uh...
This whole setup is a bit unnerving for me.
Wouldn't you consider meeting somewhere outside the hospital, sometime?
Instead of just appearing unexpectedly, like a...
Phantom.
That would require pre-arrangement.
Yeah, and it would be safer for me.
I like to come to the source. Besides, the mutual jeopardy makes me feel safer.
Now, If you excuse me. I don't have any spare time.
Right, well then, let me get you what you desire.
Doctor... Strangelove.
Type O negativo.
By the way, that stethoscope of yours?
Is, for all practical purposes, an antique.
It's from the 1970's.
- Maybe even the 60's. - Is it?
Cat gotta be from Cleveland.
- Yeah? - Adam.
- Eve. - Hey, darling.
- Hang on a second, I want to see you. - Oh, I want to see you too.
What is that? That you scrambling about your wires and knobs, my old pack rat?
Yeah, one second I just...
- Hello. - There you are.
Hello sweetheart.
What is it? You look tired.
Do I?
I guess I am...
Any supply problems?
No.
So, what is this, then?
Can't you tell your wife what your problem is?
It's the zombieism. The way the treat the world.
I just feel like all the sand's at the bottom of the hourglass, or something.
Time to turn it over, then.
Oh my liege lord...
We've been here before... Remember?
And you missed all the real fun like the Middle Ages, the tartars, the inquisitions...
The floods, the plages...
Well, how about your music?
I seem to be writing a lot of funeral music.
Oh, my darling, why don't you just come here and kiss me?
You used to love Tangier. You loved the music.
Oh fuck.
Alright. I'll come.
But I can't believe you're doing this to me again.
It's just the traveling that's such a drag.
Eve...
I love you so much.
I'll take that, for the journey.
Fucking hell.
Yes. And is there a possibility of a night flight from Tangier to Paris?
Yes, that would work. And then flying the following night from Paris to Detroit?
Is that correct? Wonderful.
Name of Fibonacci.
Hey, man, I hope this isn't a bad time.
I wanted to come right the way, cause I have a thing for you.
Wooden bullet. 38 caliber.
It's cocobolo.
Dalbergia Retusa.
For your art project!
The guy made it for me no questions asked. He said the wood it's so dense
that it sinks on water, and I think they make guitars out of it too.
Both are true, yeah.
It's perfect. Thank you, Ian.
No problem, man.
You know, for a zombie...
You're alright.
Thanks.
Please.
Oh, no man. You already paid me so much the other time. It's okay.
Ian, please.
You bought my car and everything.
Thank you, Adam.
Anything else you may need, man? Anything you want me to get you?
There was some rock 'n roll kids here last night. Ringing my doorbell.
- Really? - Yeah.
How do they know where you live? No one fucking lives out here.
I don't know, but it's not cool. We've talked about this.
I know, I know we did, man. It's not cool at all.
It's completely fucked up. How would they...?
Alright. I know.
Don't worry. I'm gonna spread some rumours,
very cautiously, about where you might live, and I'll just throw them way off track.
Whatever you need to do. Please, do it. Just take care of it.
- I'm on it. - Okay.
Look, I'll see you later, I've got something I need to do.
You know,
I had a dream,
about your infamous little sister last night.
You had a dream about Eva? What's sort of a dream, Kit?
Kit?
What? Oh sorry! I...
Sorry, I drifted away for a minute, there.
You were miles away!
Italy, actually.
Few hundred years ago.
Was he painfully good-looking?
What?
Look, I know I don't have to say this to you but.
Please, be cautious.
I couldn't bare it, if something happened to you.
Frankly, I don't understand why you don't live in the same place.
Because you can't live without each other.
Anyway, give him my regards to that...
suicidally romantic scoundrel.
- Do you really think he is? - A Scoundrel?
Well, let's hope he's just romantic.
Even so, I mainly blame Shelley, and Byron,
and some of those french assholes he used to hang around with.
Oh, I wish that I'd met him before I wrote Hamlet.
He would've provided the most perfect role model imaginable.
"Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks."
"But bears it out even to the edge of doom."
"If this be error, and upon me proved."
"I never writ, nor no man ever loved."
Marlowe...
Ouch! Shoot! Oh man...
I'm a mess.
- Excuse me. - Ooh la la, let me get you something for that.
Thank you.
Ladies and Gentlemen, we are beginning our descent into Detroit Metro Airport.
We thank you for flying with us on Air Lumiere, and hope to see you again, soon.
- I appreciate it. - No problem.
Oh, Mephitis Mephitis.
My lady.
May I?
I love what you've done with the place.
I love your newest music, too.
It made me think of when you gave that string quintet to Schubert. Do you remember?
- And he presented it as his own. - Yeah, but I asked him to do that,
and I only gave him the adagio,
just to put something out there.
Is that why you release this new stuff?
I needed a reflection.
See if it would echo back before...
Before what?
Oh, Adam.
You always have the convenience of the zombies to blame when you get low.
What about all your heroes?
- I don't have heroes. - No?
- What about your blessed scientists? - The scientists?
Well, look what they've done to them.
Pythagoras, slaughtered.
Galileo, imprisoned Copernicus, ridiculed.
Poor old Newton pushed into secrecy in alchemy.
Tesla, destroyed, and is beautiful possibilities completely ignored.
And they're still bitching about Darwin. Still.
So much for the scientists.
And now they've succeeded in
contaminating their own fucking blood. Never mind their water.
Yeah, well If we're gonna have a litany in all the zombie atrocities in history
we'll be here til the sun comes up.
The sun is coming up.
Shall I tell you again about "Spooky action at a distance"?
Einstein's theory of entanglement.
I love the way you tell it. But not now.
We don't wanna be up all day.
Eve? Hmm?
Can you tell me how old this guitar is?
I think is an L2, but... I've never been able to date it exactly.
Ah! She's a pretty one.
A Gibson. 1905.
She is old.
Yes, my darling. But you know your dressing gown is at least a century older.
Is it?
So, this is your wilderness. Detroit.
Everybody left.
- What's that? - It's the Packard plant.
Where they once built the most beautiful cars in the world.
Finished.
Bet this place will rise again.
Will it?
Yeah. There's water here.
When the cities in the south are burning...
This place will bloom.
Do you want to see the Motown museum? Well, there's not much to look at from the outside.
I'm one of the stags girls myself.
Actually, there is something I could show you.
It's not far.
There. It's Jack White's house.
that's Jack White's house.
- Oh! I love Jack White. - It's where he grew up.
Aw... Little Jack White. Nice.
You know he's actually his mother's seventh son?
Haha. That figures.
And this is the famous Michigan Theatre.
They built it back in the 1920's. It was huge on the money.
It's built, ironically on the exact same site as Henry Ford
made his very first prototype.
They used to be able to seat over 4000 people in here.
It's fantastic. For what? For concerts?
Concerts and as a movie house, can you imagine?
Mirrors used to reflect the chandeliers...
And now...
A car park.
There goes your queen, playboy.
By the way, your hero Christopher Marlowe sends his love
I don't have heroes.
I know what you're doing. You're trying to distract me.
Now no more talking.
- Did you play chess with Byron? - Eve! Please...
No, I want to know!... You love telling me these things and I love to hear them.
- So what was he like? - Frankly, he was a pompous ass.
Why am I not surprised?
And what about Mary? What was Mary Wollstonecraft like?
Come on! Tell me, what was she like?
She was delicious.
I'll bet she was.
Talking of delicious, I have a surprise. An experiment.
- That doesn't work by the way. - No, no it does, I plugged it in.
- What is that? - O negative.
- That's delicious. - Blood on a stake.
On a stake.
- It's not bad. - Very refreshing.
Especially when you're in a hot spot.
Checkmate, my darling.
Eve, you're ruthless. You're brutal.
I'm a survivor, baby.
'Twas all the bloody talking.
You gotta hear this one. Charlie Feathers.
- Do you know it? - 1956.
'Can't Hardly Stand It'.
Yeah.
Shit!
Oh! What a lovely place!
Vitis Vinifera, hello.
Look at that. Fucking zombie shit.
The grid. It's so antiquated. I Mean, what century is it?
Tesla had lightbulbs you need not to plug-in in 1895.
- But it's not even connected! - Yeah I disconnected all that.
Oh! What a hidden treasure, my darling! Did you make that?
Well, I cobbled it together from bits and pieces.
How beautiful! You're an alchemist!
I just need to check the charges and the connections.
Ah,tThis might need re-calibration.
- Are these the antennae? - Yeah.
They're receiving electrical information from the atmosphere.
- From outer space? - They get converted into energy
by this dynamo here.
Hang on. Let me just see this.
Amanita Muscaria.
How odd.
- Adam? - Yeah?
Have you noticed these?
Yeah.
Fly aqgaric. They're behaving rather strangely.
- But this is not the season! - I know.
They kind of appear, and then disappear, and then reappear, those caps.
I guess they're receiving information from the atmosphere, like my antennae.
This goes to show, we don't know shit about fungi.
Although life on this planet couldn't exist without them.
You know, you guys shouldn't really be here.
Not until the Autumn.
Evening.
What's going on, my love? Are we playing doctors?
I am. I've got to go out, for about an hour, or so.
- Am I not included? - Not this time.
1968, sure you could do with a new one.
Have you ever used this on anyone? Doctor... Faust? Right.
What is it, my darling?
I had a dream
about your sister.
- Not a good one, then. - Well I suppose it could've been worse.
But not by much.
- Back in a flash. - Hope so.
Good luck with the surgery, doctor...
June 23rd. 1868.
Our third wedding.
We look so young!
Marlowe...
Dalbergia Retusa.
This has been newly made.
You're looking awfully pale there doctor... Caligary.
Maybe you need to get a little more sunlight.
Vitamin D deficiency can have serious consequences.
Fresh blood, baby.
What's this about?
Just tell me that you were having trouble with one of the others.
Please tell me that.
I don't see any others.
Ever.
Okay.
Don't ever fuck around like that.
Just playing a part in your story.
It's the zombies I'm sick of...
And the fear... of their own fucking imaginations.
My darling! That's true.
Meanwhile... Just tell me what's so not frighted... about that?
How can you have lived for so long,
and still not get it?
This self-obsession, its a waste... ...of living!
It could be spent on... surviving things.
Appreciating nature, nurturing kindness, and friendship...
and dancing!
You've been pretty lucky in love, though.
If I may say so.
It's a full moon.
Did you know that there's a diamond up there, the size of a planet?
It's a white dwarf, its the compressed heart of a star.
And it's not only a radiant diamond
but also it emits the music of a gigantic gong.
A diamond...
That it emits the music of a gigantic gong.
- Where is it? - It's just... 50 light-years away.
In the constellation Centaurus.
Mmm...
I wonder what it sounds like.
I have to tell you something.
I... also had a dream about my sister.
As did Marlowe, before I left Tanger.
I think she's looking for us.
Fuck!
Well... I mean, it's been quite sometime.
Yeah, not long enough.
Shouldn't she be sleeping in a fucking coffin somewhere, anyway?
Probably with a wooden stake shoved in?
- Adam, she's my sister. - Is she now?
Well, we are... Related by blood.
I didn't leave these lights on.
That's your music.
Eva.
What the fuck are you doing here?
Oh my god! It's so great to see you!
You're still so beautiful.
May I?
My amazing sister, I missed you.
- Did you get my message? - I think I might have. I had a dream.
Oh, how cool! It works!
There's your "spooky action at a distance".
Yeah, well, spooky action, anyway.
What are you guys talking about?
You do know that is very bad luck to cross a threshold without being invited.
- Are you still afraid of garlic? - I'm not talking about myths here, Eva.
You know it's also bad luck to listen to someone's private music without invitation?
My god, I love it Adam! It's totally brilliant. Can I get a download?
No.
So? You were just passing through Detroit?
Yeah! No! I mean I came to see you!
I've been living in LA.
Great.
Zombie central.
Are you alone?
No...
I'm here with you guys!
Fuck. Well, you can't stay here.
- Adam! - No fucking way! Not after last time.
Oh, Adam, It's been 87 years.
What? When?
Are you still upset about the Paris thing?
Well, are you okay?
Yeah but I'm...
I'm really really really hungry.
Do you maybe have something?
Could you smell it, all the way from LA?
Go on.
- Eva... - What? I just wanna see where you keep it.
No!
It is so amazing to see you.
We're gonna have so much fun together.
She drank a hell of a lot of our O negative.
I know.
But she's been traveling and that fries you, you know?
It'll all be alright. It's always a bit weird with family.
- Where is she sleeping now? - I put her in that little bedroom downstairs.
- Which little bedroom? - You know, the little one down the corridor.
I'll have to put my tapes in the bloody safe now.
Don't worry. Go to sleep now.
She's out cold, and it's getting light out.
You can do all that when we get up tonight.
Just think of that magical, musical diamond in the sky.
Its above us now.
Eve! Adam!
- What is it Eva? - Can I come in?
Mmmmh... no.
Isn't it time to get up?
Darling, can't we sleep a little longer?
But it's dark out already.
I'm starving.
Go away, we're still sleeping.
In a little while we'll all get up and have breakfast together, alright?
- Some of the good stuff? - Sure.
Where do you keep it?
You go. and get dressed, and we'll bring you some, alright?
Okay.
Peek-a-boo!
I see you!
What the hell is this?
Oh! This is from french television in 1975.
Hey!
You're pushing your luck, Eva.
Why did you turn it off?
I love that, I found it on YouTube.
Yeah, of course you did...
I don't feel well.
What is this sweetheart? You think is all the traveling?
Maybe.
It's probably blood-poisoning.
- Don't joke Adam. - I'm not!
Are you taking care of your nutrition?
You know you've got to be very careful. There's a lot of contamination around.
I try. Hey! You guys fed without me!
Take it easy! Shit!
My god, that is good I want more.
No, you've had more that enough.
This is pure shit, and you'll drain our whole fucking supply. So take it easy.
Fine.
Then I wanna hear some of your music.
No, I told you, it's private.
Oh yeah? Well, how come I heard it in LA, then?
What do you mean you heard it in LA. Where did you hear it?
In, like, an underground music club.
I don't believe you.
So don't.
- How did you know was mine then? - Oh come on, I could tell immediately!
I might have been born at night but I wasn't born last night.
Fine. Then I'm gonna go out.
- I wanna hear some music. - Good idea. Go out.
But I wanna go with you two!
No.
You're so fucking boring!
I bet he never takes you out. Ever, right?
Well, no. We do go for a drive frm time to time.
Oh! A drive! Well, that's exciting.
I mean, go somewhere! Where there's music.
- Don't you wanna go, Eve? - Well, I wouldn't mind.
We are in Detroit.
- Yeah! - No!
Adam is going to take us out!
No! Adam is not going to take you out.
- Man! They're awesome! - They were great.
You all have such awesome gloves, man Where did you get them?
- Hey, Ian. - Scott, how are you man,
it's nice to see you.
- Yeah, the last time I saw you was at Danny and Darlene's gig. - I think so, yeah.
I got something for you. I'll be right back.
- That's great. - I know. So good.
- So, you remember that 12 inch I was telling you about? I'll be right back. - Oh yeah yeah.
- Check it out, man. Triple black. - Yeah
- 180 gram vinyl? - 180 gram, man.
- Amazing. - Yeah, no printing, anywhere.
Yeah that's awesome. So mysterious.
Thanks, man.
Wow, man, this is so great you know? I...
I couldn't get this guy to just to come out and see some live music, you know?
- Do you like it, Adam? - Yes.
- Adam! You wanna meet White Heels, man? - No.
Cool, then. I read you.
Oh, I'm so sorry! its so rudeof me, can I get you a beer or anything, Eve? Something drink?
I'm Eva, she's Eve.
I'm so sorry. Eve, can I get you something? A beer?
- No, thank you, nothing. - Eva?
Oh! Very nice. You brought your own, what is that?
- Jagermeister? - Where did you get that?
- I found it at home before we left. - At home? You mean at my house?
- Yeah, want some? - No.
I'll have some.
- Do you think I can get in on that? - Sure.
Cool.
Whoa, man. That was like some martial arts type shit.
This guy is just.. amazing man, you know?
- He's brilliant. - He is brilliant.
You know I can't tell anyone about him? How weird is that?
I had to sign a confidentiality agreement, and everything.
That's your music.
Are you gonna dance with me, rock star?
What, now?
Yeah.
Eve, we gotta go. Right now.
Alright. Just cool it, don't draw attention to yourself Just... Go easy.
Hey.
Eva.
Adam, you think we could hear some of your new stuff?
Now is not a good time.
Seems like a great time, we're all here you know?
Yeah I gotcha, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm just... gettin' excited.
Me too.
Adam?
Adam, could I have that flask back, please?
No, Eva. No more tonight.
- I'm just really thirsty. - I think we just could go to bed.
I mean it's getting light out.
- I think it's time to retire. - Oh, do you wanna share some of this?
Ian. I think, uhm... I think it's time for you to go.
Yeah.
He's gonna go as soon as he's finished his little beer.
Yeah, I should, I should get going.
- Yeah, he's just going in just a second. - I think that's an excellent idea. Goodnight, baby.
Goodnight Ian, very nice to meet you. I hope you see you again.
Yeah, I sure hope so.
- You're leaving soon, right? - Yeah, I'm going then.
Yeah, that's.. I'm gonna get out of here.
Really?
Peek-a-boo! I see you!
Peek-a. Peek-a.
Don't even dare... say it.
- Is it dark outside? - Yeah.
- What are you doing with this? - I filled a little something for Eva.
Oh, fuck...
Now, I'm gonna check on her.
But you were right, darling. She's gotta go.
I need you all to myself again.
Good idea. Before it's too late.
Well, I guess I'm getting up then.
Eva?
Eva!
Fuck!
- Eve! - This is the bloody 21st century.
Ahh I didn't mean to! He was just so cute, and now I feel sick.
What did you expect? He's from the fucking music industry!
Oh, back off!
You drank Ian.
Adam!
You drank...
Ian.
Sorry!
We can sort this. Eva is leaving.
Just get off me, Eve!
- How many times! - I don't mean to!
Let go!
What the fuck? That's my stuff!
Get the fuck out of my house.
Where am I supposed to go?
Go back and rot in fucking LA.
You know what you guys are? You're condescending snobs!
You've no fucking idea.
Fuck you!
Go fuck each other!
Oh, my love, he seemed such a lovely fellow.
Why couldn't she just have turned him?
- Can anybody link you two? - You joking?
- We were all out together last night. - So much for that confidentiality agreement.
- Where's his car? - He left it down by the club. Remember?
Yeah, well. Then, it'll be gone in a day or two.
- Look what she did to my Gibson. - The 1905.
Wow... Look how beautifully made it is inside!
Yeah.
- Have you got a bit of old carpet? - Behind the sofa.
- Shall we? - Yeah...
- Hang on. - That's it.
- You got it? - Yeah.
- His feet first. - Yeah, his feet first.
Careful with his head.
What are we gonna do with him?
I mean it's not like in the old days
when we could just chuck him in the Thames alongside the rest of the tubercular floaters.
Any other ideas?
Canis Latrans, how lovely.
- I think they're clocking you. - Yeah. They're all over Detroit.
Come on, Eve.
Don't even ask. Ready?
That certainly was visual.
Hello? Good evening I would like to book
two flights from Detroit to Tangier. Travelling at night.
Who is it?
Some rock 'n roll zombie kids.
- They're on to me. - Yes, well, be grateful is not the police.
Yes, I'm still here. Thank you.
Yes. Two tickets. First class. Leaving and arriving at night, please.
Yes, I'm sorry. I know it's complicated.
Connecting through London? No, no I'm sorry, London's no good.
Yeah. Is there another connection?
Madrid?
Madrid's fine.
Yes, two travellers. Um. No luggage.
What about all my instruments?
My darling! The world is full of beautiful instruments.
I'm gonna find a magical instrument in Tanger.
- Yes. Just carry on. - Can you carry on blood?
Kit has the best stuff As soon as we arrive.
Yes, credit card, which would you like?
Yes. The names of...
Stephen Dedalus and Daisy Buchanan.
Chet Atkins...
Dates of birth?...
You need something?
Monsieur? Madame? J'ai quelque chose spécial por vous. I have something very special for you.
Not far to go now. Come on.
Shit, Marlowe, where are you?
Adam!
- What was that for? - Come on.
Where are we?
Did you find Marlowe?
No, but we gotta go find him. You gotta get up, come on.
If I can even fucking walk.
I've got something very special for you. I have what you need.
Not what I need.
Oh fuck, Kit!
- Bilal. - Madam Eve?
- Mister Adam. - Bilal.
Come in, come in.
Madam Eve, my teacher is not well.
This is a very, very bad situation.
Very bad.
You. You look not good.
Please.
This way.
Well, well... Look what the cat dragged in.
You look like shit.
My old darling...
Ohh yeah.
"What a piece of work is a man!"
"What is this quintessence of dust?"
What happened, Kit?
This is the very last of the good stuff.
No more good french doctor.
I got some bad stuff.
Contaminated.
Avoid the hospital here.
You've still been scratching away, though, Kit.
Oh, yeah. Here and there, over the centuries.
Bilal.
Bilal is an excellent writer in his own writing.
- Maybe not yet. - Humility...
Get you nowhere.
There's the proof of that.
Illiterate zombie philistine.
The game paid off though, Kit. You still got the work out there.
Never had much choice.
It was all... so political.
Anyway, I was supposed to be...
Dead.
And now, at last...
I shall be.
Oh, Eve.
Oh, look at that shit.
- What are we gonna do? - What are we gonna do?
Well, I know what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna get you that present.
Give me all your money, baby.
Come on.
Now. You're gonna stay here. Okay?
And I'm gonna go around the corner, just for a minute.
No funny business.
Okay.
Eve, this bird is fantastic.
Jasmine, she's lebanese. I'm sure she'll be very famous.
God, I hope not.
She is way too good for that.
Come on, baby.
Look at the bow.
Dalbergia Retusa?
It's beautiful.
Thank you.
82% of human blood is water.
Have the water wars started yet? Or is it still about the oil?
Yes, they're just starting that.
They only figure out, when it's too late.
How much of the human body is water?
55 to 60%.
And how much the Earth surface?
Up 70% is ocean and...
then they're lakes, and the rivers...
Fuck. I'm barely still here.
We're finished, aren't we?
Tell me now about entanglement.
Einstein's spooky action, at a distance.
Is it related to quantum theory?
No. I mean.
It's not a theory. It's proven.
How does go again?
When you separate an entwined particle.
And you move both parts away from the other.
Even at opposite ends on the universe.
If you alter or affect one,
The other will be identically altered or affected.
Spooky.
Even at opposite ends on the universe?
Yeah.
Is that what we're thinking?
Adam, really. So fucking 15th century.
They are deliciously beautiful, though, ain't they?
What choice do we have, really?
We're just going to turn them, though, right?
How romantic of you.
I get the girl, though.
Excuse moi?