Opium (1)
Angel Obregon

 

EST. SHOT> MANHATTAN IN LATE SPRING

EXT> STREET (NIGHT)

A WOMAN walks out of a brownstone on East 80th
and walks toward Central Park. She is dressed
in a clear incitement to rape: a black leather mini-dress polka dotted with brass eyelets,
long lean black boots and about 15 lbs. of
heavy metal junk jewelry.

She's wearing disco makeup and a spindle top hairdo. Obviously some rich girl who has
dressed up like a whore for a costume party.
She has an impeccable upper class manner,
the kind the English have forgotten and the
Americans never learned.

She is about 28 and blindingly beautiful. Her
name is LESLIE and, right now, her face has an expression of carnivorous amazement.

As she passes an apartment block, A MAN steps out of an alley labeled SERVICE ENTRANCE. His name is DAVID, one of the handsome Black Irish, but oddly bookish looking. He's trying hard to look like a rocker, but his leathers are too expensive, it's all a costume like hers.

This is beginning to have the quality of a sexual fantasy. He carries a heavy leather shoulder bag and, at the moment, has the determined expression of an alley cat about to kill something small and defenseless.

He follows Leslie along 80th Street and into the park. She looks back once and he lets the distance between them increase. She walks along a concrete path up over a hill in back of the museum, perhaps a 100 yards in front of him.

As he follows her, 2 UNHOLY LOOKING 3RD WORLD MUGGERS bounce out of the bushes, muttering jubilantly, and begin to slouch after her with malignant intent. They do not have the wit to
look behind them.

David steps off the concrete onto the grass so
that his boots wont make a sound.

He shifts his shoulder bag to his left hand so
that it wont make a noise by slapping against
him. He pulls brass knuckles out of a back
pocket and begins to run, a low crouching run.

He's good at it. He's had some kind of training because he does all this soundlessly. He comes
up behind the 2 muggers and still they haven't noticed a thing.

HE does a basic karate move, known as a skipping reverse punch', and catches the 1ST MUGGER in the back rupturing his spleen with his brass-knuckled fist.

The 1st mugger falls over with a sharp intake of breath. The 1st is down before the 2nd has turned.

David kicks him in the knee and then reverse punches him in the Adam's apple with the brass knuckles and the entire weight of his body behind it. The 2nd mugger is gone like a blown candle.

It's all over in a second, but Leslie has turned around in response to the sound effects. With a theatrical look of horror, She begins to run. Through plan or panic, She runs deeper into the park. David curses wearily and takes off after her.

She's a jogger, but not a sprinter and he runs
much faster than she does. She hears his steps getting closer and she dives in among a thicket
of trees.

She tries playing motionless, hoping to be invisible in the dark, but they're both
panting by now.

She cant control her breathing and he is tracking her by the sound. She hears him coming closer
and grunting with triumph. They play hide and
seek among the trees.

There's something oddly childlike about this,
but her eyes are wide and rolling with terror.

She doesn't have the presence of mind to scream
or, perhaps, she's just too out of breath. Then David steps from out of the darkness behind her
and throws an arm around her neck.

DAVID
Open. Open your mouth.

Obediently, she opens her mouth, perhaps, a little too wide and he inserts a gag. But something is a little wrong. It's a soft rubber strap gag of the kind sold in sex shops for people who like this kind of thing.

He buckles it tightly at the nape of her neck.
She wriggles in his grip, She gurgles and stamps her foot indignantly, but she offers no particular resistance. Perhaps, she's too frightened. Then he grips her by the shoulders and slowly guides he down to the grass.

He pulls her hands over her head and fastens them together behind a small tree. But he uses fleece lined leather handcuffs. This is beginning to
look suspiciously over prepared.

He checks that he has her fixed securely then climbs on top of her and languorously rapes her.

He�s on his knees, almost sitting up. She�s on
her back with her knees pulled up to her chest
and bracing her boots against his shoulders. As they make love he turns his head and gives her
boot a sly, loving lick.

When he's done with her body, he opens his shoulder bag, takes out a bottle of Margot and opens it with a corkscrew. He sets it to one side then gestures for her to turn her head.

She does and he removes the gag and handcuffs, tidily putting them away in his bag. She doesn't make a sound. She sits up, elbows on her knees
and her face in her hands.

Her hair has come undone and it falls over he
face. He sits staring at her in silence. She's not about to move. She's not about to say anything. For the 1st time, he doesn't know
what to do next. Not worried, not guilty, just baffled.

DAVID
Are you alright?

She's still panting slightly. She says nothing. She wont look at him. Her only reaction is to brush some hair away from her face, but it
immediately falls forward again.

DAVID
Leslie, are you alright?

LESLIE
Why did you open the wine first?

DAVID
It needs to breathe.

LESLIE
And I dont?

DAVID
I just work here.

LESLIE
That is true.

He holds up the wine.

DAVID
Want some?
           (NO ANSWER)
Your mouth must be dry.
(NO ANSWER)
You want to tell me what's wrong?
(NO ANSWER)
I have this recurrent fantasy about
doing a slow tango with a mountain
lion wearing blue lipstick and violet
eye shadow.

LESLIE
I dont believe you.

DAVID
Just trying to start a conversation.

LESLIE
I believe that.

DAVID
Then tell me what's wrong.

LESLIE
Nothing. It was perfect. All the
little surprises, all the moments
when it was almost out of control, everything that makes it real.
More detailed than I ever could
have imagined it.

DAVID
But?

LESLIE
You were supposed to leave me tied
to the tree, all night abandoned.

DAVID
You didn't want that. You wanted
to pretend that it was going to
happen, but you didn't really want
it. Not really.

LESLIE
Artists must take risks.

DAVID
But they sacrifice other people,
not themselves.

She opens her shoulder bag and takes out 2
wine glasses wrapped in tissue.

LESLIE
That part makes sense. But I believe that for this to be great art you must feel that you have something personal
at stake.

DAVID
Your theories aren't my problem
No, your theories are my problem.

She's about to answer when he hears some thing
we dont. He gestures her to be quite, that
someone is coming. He reaches into his shoulder
bag and takes out a very ratty looking .38 belly gun. Clearly, he's brought everything but a Boy Scout Manual.

LESLIE
Oh, it's just lovers.

DAVID
No, they're coming too slow, they
expect trouble.

3 MORE MUGGERS come out of the bushes.

MUGGER
You dont want to get hurt, right?

DAVID
That's right.

David shoots him through the head with the .38. It's an explosive bullet and pieces come off
his head like petals from a flower. The other
2 muggers turn and run. David unapologetically shoots them in the back.

LESLIE
We better go, the police will be here.

DAVID
They cant tell where the shots were coming from, not with all the echoes
off the buildings.

LESLIE
Let's go home.
DAVID
Yes.

They walk back the way they came. The left shoulder of her dress has been torn and the
bra strap broken. Her left breast falls out.
She tucks it back in then leans against him
to hold it in place, arms around each other's waists. There are 4 COP CARS WITH WHIRLING
LIGHTS.

They're parked around the 2 muggers he'd knocked out. Their faces are covered. Apparently they're dead. A COP shines his flashlight on David and Leslie. He sees an Upper East Side couple and
loses interest. Leslie hides her face in David's neck.

LESLIE
How horrible!

COP
You shouldn't be in the park
at night, it's too dangerous.

DAVID
Thank you, Officer. I keep telling
her that, maybe now she'll believe
me.

They walk away but, after they get 20 yards,
Leslie begins to giggle. She clings to him
tighter and buries her face against him, but
then he begins to giggle too. Then her laughter exploded out of control.

The cops hear it and turn to stare. Three cops snap their flashlights on them. Her left breast has fallen out again. David pushes her away and slaps her very hard.

DAVID
It's alright, Officer, She was just getting hysterical at the sight of...

He gestures at he corpses and two of the three flashlights are turned off.

COP
The park closes at midnight. You're trespassing. Bring her over here, I
want to talk to her.

DAVID
Please, Officer, She's hysterical already.

COP
Alright, but get her home.

His flashlight goes out too. David and Leslie walk out of the park onto 5th Ave. She's rubbing her cheek and looking at him thoughtfully. Clearly, she has an idea. As always, it will be a very bad idea.

DAVID
Can it wait until morning? It's
late and I'm very tired.

NO ANSWER

LESLIE
That�s all? that�s all there is?

DAVID
That�s all.

LESLIE
(contemptuous)
You cant beat rape and murder for a
cheap date.

An ANGEL IN A STIFF TERRACOTTA ROBE floats by on
an updraft. Her face is an unhealthy yellow and her wings are newsprint gray. She holds a stone tower in her arms. It looks like cheap concrete.

LESLIE
Who the fuck was that?

DAVID
It�s Saint Barbara of the thunder.
She�s been de-canonized and her cult suppressed. You cant blame her for
being pissed.

INT> SEMINAR ROOM (BRIGHT)

David keeps nodding out. THE PROFESSOR is
staring at him in distaste. The professor
is white as a mime; He is paunchy and has
a receding hairline; his face is all nose.
He is a mess and, clearly, never looked any
better. He is wearing an unpressed business
suit. The seat of his pants is down to his
knees.

PROF
David, when was the last time
you had any sleep?

DAVID
I'm sorry. It's mono. You're
sleepy all the time.

PROF
The longest lasting case
in history.

DAVID
It does that. It's like malaria,
you're never really rid of it.

The professor decides to ignore him.

POV pulls back. MOS we see a series of visuals whiz by on a video monitor, but too many too
fast. It looks the visual pysch test in PARRALAX VIEW. It freezes on some creepy pornography by Balthus.

PROF
That is one purpose of Art, of course.

DAVID
No, you�re missing it.

PROF
David...

DAVID
Picasso bought a house in southern
France in 1945. He bought it by
painting a still life of it and
trading the painting for the house.
Because a Picasso was worth more
than what it was a picture of.

PROF
Thank you David. I�m facing a
difficult decision about you and
you�re making it easy.

DAVID
He did what artists have been
trying to do since they were
drawing antelope on the walls
of caves. He got control of
a thing by making a picture
of it. He's the first one to
make the magic work,

PROF.
That's another purpose of Art.

DAVID
No, the only purpose: Power.

CHEN, a squat shrewd looking Chinese
student is frantically signaling
David to shut up.

PROF
But other artists could have done
that, Max Ernst, Jackson Pollock.
Peggy Guggenheim would have given
him the Washington Monument if he�d
asked for it.

He didn�t, he was trying for
something else.

DAVID
And we know what. Jackson Pollock
would jump on anything, men, women,
dogs, anything that slowed down as
it went past. It was every girl�s
ambition to sleep with a boy who
had slept with Jackson Pollock.

THE OTHER STUDENTS giggle, including Chen.
he chuckles then rolls his eyes, sticks
his tongue out of the corner of his
mouth and draws a finger across his
throat.

 
PROF
The approach to Al Mu^Tas^im.
Then all art is elitist.

DAVID
I leave the elitist argument
to small boys looking for a
brand new reason for not taking
a bath.

PROF
OUT!

He points to the door and David leaves.

He looks around the room, making it clear
that he has re-established control.

PROF
(to Chen)
Bring him back.

CHEN
He wont come.

PROF
Talk to him.

CHEN
All right, but who�s going to
talk to you?

PROF
OUT!

Chen widens his eyes in innocent surprise, but
says nothing and leaves. POV follows him out
the door and down the hall.

PROF (V.O.)
Which brings us to Magical Realism.
It�s become a sales gimmick like
calling the Lower East Side the
East Village.

Any Latino with the DT�s is called
a Magical Realist. Originally, it
meant something very different.

painting the ordinary as if it were something fantastic. Like, well,
like Radziwill for example.

CU of the painting THE COSMOS CAN BE DESTROYED
BUT NOT HEAVEN by Radziwill and it is knockout.
It�s a very ordinary scene of a harbor, but something is slightly wrong with the perspective and it is as spooky as hit.

POV pulls back to show that it is a mural on the wall of the cafeteria.

INT. GRAD SCHOOL CAFETERIA (DAY)

It�s all chrome and white tile, it feels like
a cancer hospital. There are no fluorescent
purple tumors, but everyone is vivid and
grotesque with the 1000 yard stare and no
longer entirely human.

David is standing in line with Chen
in front of the cashier.

CHEN
I�ve heard of people being out of
class in grammar school, but in
grad school.

DAVID
Well, yeah.

They take their trays and look for a table.
David has 3 long thin loaves of French bread.
When they sit down he starts twisting them
into animal shapes.

WALLPAPER: The voice over dialogue doesn�t
have to be intelligible, they simply have
to be there as background noise.

(V.O.)#1
Chaos Theory does not say that. It
can look random, but it isn�t. You
cant get random effects out of a deterministic system.

(V.O.)#2
If that were true then you couldn�t generate a table of random numbers,
but you can.

(V.O.)#1
It looks random�

(V.O.)#2
It tests out random so, it is random.
You�re appealing to a distinction
without a difference.

(V.O.)#1
You�re becoming a morale problem.

There�s no answer. Chen begins to eat a
giant pastrami on rye.

CHEN
No, it's not incompetence. To
fuck up this completely, it has
to be deliberate.
DAVID
Yes.

A FRENCH PROFESSOR walks by with his pants
held up by a rope. HE carries a tray with
8 cups of coffee.

FRENCH PROF
Is too difficult do mathematics.

DAVID
Like criminal law with an imaginary
client and a real judge and jury.

The French professor nods fatalistically
and wanders off.

CHEN
Why? Why did you say that to him?

DAVID
I don�t know, I felt like it.

(V.O.)#3
The male organ does not respond to
messages. It responds to signals
and the hornier you are, the more
blurred the signals can be.

They show that with pigeons. He starts
out making love to a stuffed pigeon
then to a block of wood and finally
he�s doing his mating dance to a
shadow cast on a wall.

I think we�ve all done that one.

(V.O.)#4
yeah, but you cant get into that
on a first date.

CHEN
have you ever heard paranoid schizophrenia defined as a
desperate search for meaningful
experience?

DAVID
I�m not schiz.

CHEN
You�re not?!

DAVID
Schizophrenics don�t fall in love.

FRENCH PROFESSOR
(indignantly)
I beg your pardon!

CHEN
Who do you love?

DAVID
Well, no one right now, but I�m
pretty nice to my cats.

CHEN
What about Leslie? She's rich.

DAVID
You Chinese are a very practical
people, but somehow it looks
better on you.

CHEN
What about Sarah the nurse?

DAVID
She's doctor.

CHEN
Even better.

DAVID
She�s just having one more experience.
If I got serious, she�d run screaming.

(V.O.)#5
SUN AND STEEL? It�s about swords-
manship, literary style and his own
body, but the way he tells it, it�s
all the same subject.

The question is not why did he kill
himself, but how did he manage to
put it off for so long.

DAVID
Coffee?

He stands.

CHEN
Sure, why not?

(V.O.)#6
The problem is I don�t have Jungian dreams.

INT> HOSPITAL EMERGENCY ROOM (OVERLIT)

DAVID walks up to a desk with a NURSE
behind it. Over it is the sign 'TRIAGE'
in neon lights. It flashes on and off.

DAVID
Dr. November, please.

NURSE
Fill out the form, please.

DAVID
Dr. Sarah November, have her
paged, please.

NURSE
Fill out the form, please.

DAVID
I'm a personal friend.

NURSE
Then you're not a patient?

DAVID
Well, yes, that too.

                     NURSE
Please fill out...

DAVID
I dont want to kill you.

Sarah catches sight of him from the angle of
a corridor and starts to run toward him. She
stops then strides over fast.
                   SARAH
David, what are you doing?

He takes her by the arm and marches her away.
                     DAVID
I have to talk to you.
NURSE
He hasn't filled out the admission form.
SARAH
(over her shoulder) It's alright.

David sees an empty examination room and half shoulders her into it, pressing himself against her. He seems to be trying to avoid touching her with his hands.

He follows her in and closes the door with deliberate slowness, elbowing it shut. He
takes off his shirt without opening his
fists. His back is covered with welts.
She kisses them.

SARAH
This is not my idea of an
ideal relationship.

He opens his fists. His hands are covered
with blood.

You're not bleeding.

          DAVID
It isn't my blood.
SARAH
I dont want to know about this part of your life.
DAVID
Do you have any fantasies?Sarah?
SARAH
You asked me that.
DAVID
I'm asking again.

          SARAH
When I was 7 years old, I cried when I learned that there were
           no unicorns.

                    DAVID
That's why I'm here, to cry about unicorns.

          SARAH
Is she dead?

           DAVID
Practicing poses in front of a mirror, last I saw.

           SARAH
Take 2 aspirin and call me in the morning.

DAVID
Why do you play these dumb
games?

SARAH
That is hilarious, coming
from you DAVID

DAVID
There's an end of semester
party,she wants to meet you.
SARAH
Sure, why not?

INT> MET. MUSEUM (DAY)

The Primitive Art Exhibition. David and Leslie are in front of a display of Oceanic masks. David makes the sign against the evil eye. Leslie smiles in surprise.

LESLIE
It seems innocent enough to me, almost childlike.

It is, compared to her. David decides against saying it.

DAVID
All History is a conspiracy to generate Afghan statues, Venetian paintings, African masks, Siberian nose flutes, Grecian urns, Egyptian cosmetic pots! And with no other purpose except that I have to memorize them.

           LESLIE
Then quit. It's no strain to support you. You cost less than a cat.

DAVID
I guess I�ll have to, they refuse
           to throw me out. And then do what?

                    LESLIE
And stay away from Sarah.
DAVID
You been talking to Chen?
LESLIE
He called a few times to see if you were there.

They pass a series of Trobiand Island totem poles. They stop in front of an Egyptian mummy case.
LESLIE
The ultimate in Bondage.
DAVID
Would you settle for a movie and a pizza?
LESLIE
It's worth a try.

INT> MET. MUSEUM (EVENING)

The Equestrian Court. They're looking at a KNIGHT IN ARMOR ON HORSEBACK. It looks dandified and jubilantly homicidal.

LESLIE
How can you find that beautiful?

          DAVID
I'm a criminal.

Leslie looks at her watch.

LESLIE
Time to go.

INT> DESIGNER"S SHOWROOM (BRIGHT)

A fashion show. It's in an auditorium and the atmosphere is that of a high school musical.
The clothes are sober and suburban in mild and inoffensive colors.

In compensation, THE MODEL's make up is desperately surreal. The models wear box-like face masks of scarlet satin and clusters of wildly curling hair pinnings that look like broken springs.

Jeweled beading has been glued to their cheeks in squiggly lines. Their lipstick and nail polish are black and shiny as patent leather. David studies all this as though it were primitive art which, of course, it is.

INT> DESIGNER"S SHOWROOM (FILM NOIR LIGHTING)

David and Leslie at another fashion show. They're seated in the front row. Evidently, she is a customer of some importance.

The models are dressed in the military whore style of 1979: spiky boots and skirts split to the thigh, and a Garbo-esque masculinity that's progressively more menacing.

The models have enormously padded shoulders that make them huge, vaguely frightening figures striding along to martial music, giving angry glances to one side and then the other.

David and Leslie smile at each other. At the moment, they're feeling very in tune. Then comes
A MODEL WEARING A LEATHER AND SATIN VERSION OF
SWAT ARMOR. Even David and Leslie are puzzled.

INT> MODEL�S DRESSING ROOM (BRIGHT)

Leslie is picking up ONE OF THE MODELS. They seem delighted with each other. Leslie buys the model's entire costume for her and she leaves with them.

INT> 3RD FLOOR WHITNEY MUSEUM (NIGHT)

David, Leslie and the model enter from the
elevator. He�s carrying a bowling bag. They
pass an empty pedestal. He puts a crumpled
paper bag on top of it.

They walk a way. Behind their backs a crowd
quickly assembles, staring at the paper bag
with intense concentration. A SECURITY GUARD
appears and moves the spectators away from it/

GUARD
Please don�t touch the exhibits!

The model giggles, David smiles. They turn a
corner. He opens a door and shoves the model inside. He and Leslie follow. There is a
loud thump and they emerge minus the model.

The pass a Nancy Grossman bondage head on a
chest high pedestal. Leslie sweeps it into
her shoulder bag and David opens the bowling
bag, takes out the model�s head wearing an
enormous leather strap gag and places it on
the pedestal instead. It�s dripping blood.

THREE TOURISTS turn the corner and stop to
stare at it. The head blinks. Leslie screams.

DAVID
It�s so life-like.

The tourists chuckle at her innocence and
David steers her away toward the stairs

INT.CHEQUER CAB (NIGHT)

David and Leslie are sitting in the back, holding hands and looking out opposite windows. There is blood on their shoes and under their fingernails. Each of them has a black prostitute kneeling between their legs giving oral sex.
DAVID
Marcel Duchamp said it, but we actuall y did it.
LESLIE
Do you think we should get a motorcycle?

DAVID
No, I had one for a year and it didn't kill me, they cant be any good.

LESLIE
We're sure to be identified from all those video cameras.
DAVID
No one was ever identified from
a video tape or there'd never be
a successful bank robbery.

But the designer, we left with
his model. He saw us, he'll turn
us in.

LESLIE
No, he wont. I'm far too good a customer.

DAVID
You're sure?

LESLIE
Positive.

DAVID
That's sad, in a way.
LESLIE
I know. Poverty turns men
into animals.

They ride off into the night.

INT> FACULTY LOUNGE (BRIGHT)

The decor is vintage 1938 science-fiction. The French math professor walks by, his pants held up by a rope, and carrying a tray with 8 Blood Marys.

                    FRENCH PROF.
Is too difficult do mathematics.

He sits down and starts drinking with enthusiasm. David, Chen, their art history professor and an
MD PHD named PETER are sitting shoulder to shoulder on a couch. They look grim. They're not party people. Peter is wearing a white lab coat over a $1,500 suit. Chen is playing with the I Ching, tossing the coins on a coffee table.
CHEN
I'll tell your fortune.
DAVID
I dont want to be reminded.
PETER
Sounds like he's getting ready to off himself.
PROF
No, he cant stand to live in doubt so, he's convinced himself it's hopeless.
DAVID
Are you trying to say it�s not?
  
               PROF
David, if you were hopeless, I wouldn't hate you. At least,
      not quite as much as I do right
      now.

Sarah prances up. She's wearing a long flouncy flowered dress and her hair is up in Brunhilde braids. She looks ready to serve beer at the Nuremberg rally.

SARAH.
I'm going back to med school next year. I might as well be a specialist. I just dont know if I can handle it.

                    DAVID
Everyone comes back steadier after having been away.
SARAH
I hope.

PETER
And what specialty will you take?

          SARAH
Pediatrics.

PETER
Really?, what field?

          SARAH
I just dont know yet.

          PETER
Boy, did you just avoid walking into a trap.

          SARAH
Practice.

She walks off with a 1940' mix of hauteur and invitation, flirting over her shoulder in the Lauren Bacall manner.

PROF
I really dont see what you're complaining about.

                    DAVID
It's boring.

PROF
It's supposed to be. Mark of a well planned life: no surprises.

          CHEN
Did you ever hear the old Chinese curse: May you live in interesting times.

           DAVID
Chen, Old Buddy, someone has to be the one to tell you:
It isn't Chinese, it's from a Bogart movie.

THE SAME

Sarah has run head on into Leslie.

                   LESLIE
Darling, your braids are beautiful, but they must take so much time. SARAH
They give me an air of authority. I find that useful. I'm a doctor.

          LESLIE
Yes, I know, and I envy you.

               SARAH
Working an 24 hour shift?
LESLIE
You have real problems, you dont have to invent imaginary ones to keep yourself interested.

          SARAH
You are my real problem.

                    LESLIE
No, dear Heart, I am not. I am not your enemy. I think he should be courting a young girl. It's traditional. And I defer to you.

                    SARAH
I'm sure that we can go on being exquisitely polite to each other for years. But I give lousy head.

                    LESLIE
All right, forget it.

David and the group watching Sarah and Leslie.
DAVID
I keep expecting something to happen.

PROF
Boredom is a splendid antidote to fear.

DAVID
And fear is a splendid antidote to boredom.

PROF
David, you are enormously irritating and the worst part of that is that I
don�t think you mean to be.

      But, if that's what you believe
then that it is what you must do.


                    DAVID
Courage is the last resort of the incompetent. Less risk, more options.

CHEN
These clich�s are good for nothing but working yourself into a fit.

DAVID
It's not a clich�, I just thought of it.

CHEN
Because you�re thinking in clich�s.
                      
                     DAVID
           You want to get deported?
PROF
But he's right. I did some academic espionage once. Another man was in danger of publishing before me.

It was a simple matter of finding his day off and when his secretary went off to lunch.

I took the keys out of her desk, rifled his office and was back
on the street in 10 minutes.

          DAVID
What happens if you get caught?
PROF
It didn't happen so, I cant say. The only thing wrong was that I didn't have a story to tell.
It occurred to me that, if these things are competently planned, there's no risk. And without risk there can be no adventure.

Consequently, adventure is a sign
of incompetence.

DAVID
And having no story to tell is a mark of success?

                     PROF
Yes. Success is always simple. It's only defeat that's endlessly complicated.

 

 

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