"Woman:" "You don't have to die." "We can be together." "Forever." "Man:" "Max!" "Max, open the fucking door!" "Ma..." "Look at this." "Goddammit, Max." "Are you ever gonna show up for a fucking appointment?" "Let alone plug this piece of shit in?" "You know they've invented something called a cell phone." "Have you heard of it?" "Hey, I'm talking to you." "Max, do you think you could at least attempt to act like a fucking professional?" "Would that really...?" "Oh, no." "Max, you gotta be shitting me!" "Christ!" "all right, sweetheart, party's over." "Come on, on your way." "Come on now, on your way." "Time to go." "You're a piece of work, you know that?" "Let's go, come on." "Hold on." "Here you go, sweetheart." "Man:" "Oh, that... that's touching." "Let's go." "Come on, let's go." "Man:" "Just imagine what it will do for your gallery." "I can see it now." "Picture it:" "Resurrection by Max Garman." "Woman:" "Well, I'll take it down for his follow-up piece." "This is not going to happen overnight." "Okay, how about 50 now and 40 for the follow-up?" "It's not like he's been sitting around doing nothing." "I mean, look, Sylvia, we're talking about the fucking star here." "He's got a cult following, for fuck's sake." "While Mr. Garman is certainly an artist of stature, let's be honest..." "When's the last time he did anything worth a shit?" "His last showing was, what, four, five years ago?" "Yes, but..." "When was the last time he sold?" "Of course." "But this will justify the wait, that we can promise." "If you don't mind, I'd like to stop by your studio." "Do you have any cigarettes, darling?" "Of course you're welcome to stop by, anytime you like." "Oh, fuck." "Max?" "Christ." "Max!" "What's your fucking problem?" "Goddamn it, don't tell me I just wasted my time back there!" "People wanna see your work!" "Max, I'm trying for you!" "All right, you know what?" "Just sleep it off." "We'll talk when you get that shit out of your system." "If you ever get it out of your system." "Do you know what I'm talking about?" "You're killing yourself!" "What do you want from me, man?" "Huh?" "You're always looking at me with those greedy fucking eyes!" "You have no idea what I have to go through to get it for you." "Resurrection, my ass." "Max, wait!" "Wait!" "For fuck's sake!" "Fuck." "Nice job!" "Yeah..." "Oh, fuck." "Oh, the boys at the factory would love it down here." "All we need now is a little bit of velvet underground." "Honestly, Max, everyone thinks it's a great idea." "We just need more of your work down at the club." "Johnny, watch the blow!" "Just take that." "Woman:" "It's like I was saying, you know." "I'm standing there freezing my tits off and Kevin is just talking on the phone." "You remember Kevin, don't you?" "That corporate gigolo, yeah, yeah." "Woman:" "I'm trying to make a point here." "Fuck you, Jojo!" "Hey, what are you doing?" "Hey." "Hey, here, Max, take her for a ride." "It's like..." "life..." "Imitating art." "Whoa, whoa, whoa." "Max, Max, whoa." "Get her down." "Whoa, whoa, Max, Max." "Get the fuck outta here!" "Get the fuck out!" "All of you get the fuck outta here right now!" "Everybody get the fuck out!" "Man:" "Let's go, let's go." "Come on, come on." "Get out!" "Get the fuck out!" "Man:" "Let's go, we're leaving." "Don't stick around." "Just make sure to..." "What the hell has gotten into you?" "Max, Max!" "Oh, my god." "Breathe." "It's gonna be all right, Max." "You're gonna be all right." "Hello, Mr. Garman." "Please take a seat." "Fragonard." "It's called the bolt." "Sex... death..." "Sorrow." "It's all there." "You like it?" "It's a print." "How are you feeling?" "Ahem." "You're lucky you ended up in the hospital." "You're in an advanced stage of squamous cell carcinoma." "Lung cancer." "I'm sorry." "Um..." "We're..." "looking at weeks." "Maybe a few months." "Now, there is a chance with treatment." "The first phase is, uh, an extensive chemo program..." "Followed by radiation therapy." "We'll need to do another biopsy, as well as several..." "Max, how are you, buddy?" "Look, they hung it behind the bar." "They love it." "Can't hear you." "Can't hear you." "I'm sorry, I can't hear you." "Where you off to?" "The party just started." "Aren't you tired of this vampire shit?" "Can I, uh, can I help you?" "How... how did you, uh, get in?" "Are you going to offer me a drink?" "Yeah." "Yes." "So what can I do for you?" "Would you care to join me?" "Yeah... yeah." "I, uh..." "I think I remember you." "You came to the party with..." "Jesus, there's so many names..." "Uh, Jamie or, uh..." "Dave?" "You know what it's like." "When you get partying, everybody looks different." "Uh, I don't remember, sorry." "I would like to have that painting." "What?" "Th-that's a..." "Max Garman." "It's one of a kind." "There's something about it." "It intrigues me." "I know you're beautiful, darling, but that was a gift." "I couldn't part with it." "I'm sorry." "What would it take to change your mind?" "Man:" "Hey, Johnny, you there?" "I heard Max went nuts." "Pulled a knife on Joe." "What?" "Well, someone had a bad night." "Bradimore!" "Bradimore!" "I'm here." "I'm here." "Jesus Christ." "Do your due diligence." "Uh... all right." "Ahem." "Caucasian male, late 20s." "Were you smoking?" "What are you, my dad?" "Parking the car, my ass." "How long you think he's been dead?" "I dunno, you tell me." "Have you seen this hickey on his neck?" "What, no one's ever done that to you?" "Not on my neck." "Man:" "Well, I don't wanna know about that." "Here." "Check this out." "Hold it." "This is last night." "Ah." "He's a freak." "Stupid kids." "I'll be damned." "This was the last place he was seen alive." "Did you see him with anyone?" "I dunno, with all the makeup and wardrobe, one week it's vampires here, the next week it's..." "Boys, what do we have next week?" "Man:" "Alice!" "Oh, yeah, Alice in wonderland." "So what happened to this guy, anyway?" "He was found dead in his apartment." "Not a drop of blood left in his body." "Oh, must've been the vampire night." "Wait a second, you two think a vampire did this." "No, we don't." "So do I need some garlic and shit?" "Holy water?" "Maybe some wooden stakes?" "A good lawyer might be a better choice." "Let me ask you something." "You think we need a warrant to get copies of your video surveillance and guest list?" "Guest list?" "You gotta be kidding me." "Looks like I don't have a choice." "Hey." "Hey, it's Max." "Uh, we need to talk." "Yeah, just... just, uh, somewhere quiet." "Meet me at the diner." "Yeah, man, well, it won't kill you to try, okay?" "Okay." "Damn it." "Hope nobody saw me walk into this dump." "Okay, so..." "Give it to me, Max." "What do you gotta say?" "Have you come to your senses, or do I have to throw six months of work down the drain?" "Just cut the crap, okay?" "Oh, you're telling me?" "Will you just listen to me?" "Look." "I've been doing some thinking, okay?" "And..." "I think you're right." "I think it's time I get my shit together." "Pf-ft!" "Here we go again." "Drew, I'm dead serious." "Max, I'm dead serious." "You've been fucking with me for years." "I gotta make a living too, you know that?" "Just set up the deal, fix the date and sit back." "That's all you have to do." "Okay?" "I'm not kiddin'." "Your salad." "Fuck me." "A fucking salad?" "What's wrong with a salad?" "You enjoying that?" "I'm gonna fire you." "You're fired." "You're fired." "You don't fire me." "That's not how it works." "Get outta here." "Hi." "Thanks for comin'." "You must be Evie?" "Yeah?" "Wanna have a seat?" "Mind if I touch you?" "Evie:" "Please." "You know, you look familiar." "Do I know you from somewhere?" "I, um, ahem..." "I have your number." "So..." "Thanks." "Really." "You remember your way out?" "Max:" "Hello." "I take it you're here for the model ad?" "It's actually not that far from here." "I used to go there every day at dawn." "I've never seen the sun like this." "So harmless, warm." "You're looking for a model?" "I'm sorry, uh..." "I didn't catch your name." "I didn't mention it." "No pictures." "No, I..." "I don't do photographs, it's just..." "I don't do photographs either." "Okay." "I wonder what it's like." "You get paid every session, of course." "We can..." "Make out a schedule." "Only nights." "Well, well, well, what a surprise." "You are capable of waking up unaided." "Considering I'm paying for breakfast," "I appreciate the gratitude." "Come on, order something to eat before we talk business." "You eat the crap they serve here." "Who is she?" "She?" "The girl from last night." "I don't know what you're talking about." "Max, I'm telling you," "I have no fuckin' clue what you're talking about." "Look, man." "Last night, I'm just sitting there..." "And this girl walks in." "It's like she walked out of one of my paintings, man." "I'm telling you," "I-I-i haven't felt like this in years." "A painting you probably haven't even started, right?" "Outstanding." "The usual shit." "You find a beautiful model, bang her brains out and then all of a sudden," ""oh!" "My inspiration, it's gone!" "The mystery is gone." "I..."" "Are we done?" "Are you shitting me?" "Max, where you going?" "Fuck you." "Jesus Christ." "Hello?" "Hi." "How are you?" "It's, uh... it's Max Garman." "Yeah, long time." "Is, uh..." "Is Elizabeth around?" "She did?" "How long ago?" "Oh." "Um..." "Um... do you have her new number?" "Oh, it's, uh, it's okay." "No, I, um..." "Thanks anyway." "Well, uh..." "Ha." "You know, it took me a few of these to be able to say this, but, uh..." "You know, just looking at you, uh..." "I mean..." "I mean, my god, you..." "You are..." "You're beautiful." "Tell me why you say that." "Are you kidding me?" "Really?" "I mean, my god..." "Just, um..." "Just look in a mirror." "And what would I see?" "I mean it." "What... would I see?" "Well, um..." "You would..." "I'm sorry, there's..." "There's..." "There's nothing that I could say that could do justice to what you see in a mirror." "Say, can I get you..." "Can I get you another one?" "I'll get you another drink." "I never do that." "Uh... what?" "Look in a mirror." "That's why I'm asking you." "Okay..." "You know what?" "I bet you're hungry." "I think I am." "Well, we've got a ruptured carotid artery, got massive blood loss." "In fact, we've got total blood loss." "What do you mean, no blood at all?" "No blood at all." "What causes it?" "Gonna have to do more tests to find that out." "We got hair strands, we got lipstick." "I think it's a woman." "They found another one." "Similar trauma." "Actually sounds identical." "You're joking?" "Guy in the bedroom naked." "Massive blood loss." "I think we got a serial killer here." "Oh, Jesus." "They need us there now." "Let's get outta here." "Woman:" "Thirsty?" "Weren't you expecting me?" "I was." "Thought you changed your mind." "I did." "Shall we get started, then?" "What did you have in mind?" "Show me who you really are." "Are you afraid?" "No, this just helps me beat the blank canvas." "And bad paintings." "So how does this work?" "Is that what brought you here?" "Curiosity?" "Maybe." "It takes some getting used to." "Sitting like that for hours." "Like a corpse?" "Yeah... but alive." "On the edge." "It's that thin line between life and death, that's what I'm after." "From me?" "But in here." "What are you after?" "I have to confess." "Good." "I'm interested in sins." "It's just vanity." "You can do better than that." "I..." "I just want to see myself." "That's all." "There's a mirror right there." "It's the sins that make the painting." "What is it, Max?" "Don't I inspire you anymore?" "Not until you let me in." "Hello?" "Andrew:" "I got good news and I got good news." "Which one do you want first?" "None." "You know that painting of your brother you got sitting there?" "Um, yeah, yeah, I, uh..." "Hate that one, actually." "Well, I'm taking it off your hands." "It sold!" "You don't have to fucking look at it anymore!" "Um... yeah, it's not finished." "It will have more artistic value." "It's a collector's item." "It sold, and about fucking time something of yours sold." "You know how many times..." "You missed your treatment, Mr. Garman." "That is impressive." "Must've cost you a pretty penny." "You can't take this lightly." "It's going to kill you if you don't fight it." "Yeah, you know, that's something I wanted to talk to you about." "I..." "I, um..." "Look, it's the strangest thing, man." "I feel like..." "I feel like..." "I..." "I've been resurrected." "Faith can help." "But we need to do everything we can to increase your chances..." "I'm serious, man." "I'm not..." "I'm not dying, okay?" "I'm not dying." "Mr. Garman..." "You can call me Max." "Max..." "You won't survive much longer without treatment." "Mr..." "Max!" "You do understand the consequences?" "You know, living with chemo would be like your replica there." "But, hey, at least you're trying." "Galleria Colonna." "Elizabeth speaking." "Hello?" "Hey, Liz." "Max?" "Max." "Oh, my god." "How are you?" "Uh... it's been awhile, huh?" "I know." "How are things?" "Uh... okay." "How about you?" "How are you doing?" "I'm okay." "Here at the gallery." "I heard you moved." "How's work?" "Are you working?" "Yeah." "Yeah, there's, uh..." "There's a... a new show." "New stuff." "Wow." "That's... great." "Look, anyway, I just called because, uh..." "You know, it's..." "Been a while and... and, uh..." "There's just some things that I wanted to say, uh..." "You know..." "In the end..." "I know things got pretty bad and..." "I wasn't a very good friend." "Just a sec." "I don't feel good about that." "And..." "You know, I really don't feel good about the fact that we never got to say goodbye." "Thank you." "We never even got..." "To say goodbye, Liz." "Goodbye, Max." "Will you get me a drink?" "Yeah." "I can't let you in, Max." "How long have you been here?" "I can't let you in." "No, no, no." "I told you, it takes time, okay?" "It doesn't just happen overnight." "I know what you're going through." "What do you mean?" "Addiction." "How did you beat it?" "What makes you think I did?" "Shall we get started, then?" "Okay." "Deep breath." "Deep breath." "Tumor-induced pneumonia." "You're fighting too many battles at the same time." "You should be in the hospital." "Yeah, well, that's not gonna happen." "I really need to work right now." "Okay?" "Is there anything else I can do?" "You need to put your affairs in order, Max." "I gotta go." "I see you got rid of the fake Klimt, doctor." "Please... call me Larry." "Now that you've ruined my enjoyment of art." "I gotta get outta here." "You know, Larry..." "You're almost there." "There's no time for distractions." "I was worried you'd changed your mind." "What made you think that?" "Can we just get back to work?" "I can't." "Will you let me in?" "I can't." "If you can't love..." "You will never imitate life." "You will never..." "live." "Uh, Mr. Garman?" "Mr. Garman, cliff Roberts." "This is detective bradimore." "NYPD." "Am I under arrest?" "No, no, no, no." "Just a few questions." "Uh, we've got something we'd like to show you." "Oh, yeah..." "It's here somewhere." "Ring a bell?" "No." "Why?" "He was at some kind of..." "Vampire rave party." "Found him dead the next day." "What's that have to do with me?" "You were there." "So were 100 other people." "Yeah, well, they all showed up in the surveillance video, except for the one person we're interested in." "Now..." "Everyone says that he left with a very, very beautiful woman." "Okay." "And, what, you think the chick killed him?" "All we know now is that someone's out there murdering men, and methodically, believe it or not, draining their blood." "Mm, well, with all the "vampires" running around..." "You believe in vampires?" "Look, guys, I'm really busy." "I don't really remember that night very much anyway." "No, okay." "Just one question." "The woman that he left with:" "Pale skin, long hair, piercing eyes, and by all accounts, drop-dead gorgeous." "Now I'm figuring..." "That you're not gonna forget a girl like that." "I wouldn't." "I really wish I could help you guys." "Listen, can we come up?" "Do you mind if we just look around a bit..." "Ah, no." "Sorry." "I'm right in the middle of something." "Hold... hold on a second." "Take this." "You be careful, okay?" "I know he's lying about the girl." "You see that twitch?" "So he's a twitchy guy." "Ah, it's a liar's twitch." "You got a lot to learn, kid." "So you think it's him?" "Maybe he's a part of some kinda crazy ritual, like a... blood sacrifice or something?" "Well, for all we know, it could be him." "Andrew:" "Hey, where the hell are you?" "Why are the police asking about you?" "The gallery's on my ass and now this?" "Call me, goddamn it." "Please!" "Woman:" "I just wanna see myself." "There's a mirror right there." "What's the matter, Max?" "Don't I inspire you anymore?" "Fuck!" "Yeah, that's exactly what I'm looking for." "As soon as you can get it for me, thank you." "Yeah, hi." "I need some information on a Max Garman." "G-a-r-m-a-n." "Mostly galleries, Soho, east side, West Side." "Yeah, I need like a file on all of his paintings." "Just whatever we can get." "Thanks." "Bradimore." "Yeah, I got 'em." "Thanks." "Woman:" "Will you let me in?" "Max:" "I can't." "Roberts:" "All we know now is that someone's out there murdering men and methodically draining their blood." "Well, with all the "vampires" running around..." "Roberts:" "Everyone says that he left with a very, very beautiful woman." "Pale skin, long hair, piercing eyes, drop-dead gorgeous." "Max:" "I used to go there every day at dawn." "Woman:" "I've never seen the sun like this." "So harmless... warm." "Max:" "It's actually not that far from here." "I need you." "Just as much as you need me." "I know what you are." "And I'm not afraid." "Stay where you are!" "Put your hands where I can see 'em." "Did you hear what I said?" "No need for a gun, detective." "Just leave us alone." "I will shoot you." "Ah..." "This is what I am." "We don't have much time." "Is it finished?" "Nothing's ever finished." "You've never seen yourself, have you?" "You have to go." "You don't have to die." "We can be together." "Forever." "Eternal life." "I wish you could see what I see." "What about the painting?" "You'll see it." "In time." "And this is exactly what we feared, Andrew." "Just a couple of days away from opening, still nothing for the Vernissage." "Just give me an hour." "That's Max!" "He likes to keep everyone in suspense!" "Ugh." "I'm cheered by your optimism." "An hour!" "We'll be there with the work." "Finished?" "finished, unfinished, it will still be better than anything else you have in your gallery!" "Bye!" "Max, open the door!" "Goddamn it." "I know you're in there!" "Jesus, Max." "Everyone at the gallery is waiting!" "Without you, they've got nothing for the Vernissage!" "Goddamn it, where's the fucking painting?" "Oh, my god." "Max, you did it, you son of a bitch." "Max, wake up." "Come on, Max." "Come on, buddy." "Man:" "Dr. Wilson." "Great to see you." "Thank you." "Andrew Gardner." "Larry Wilkins, Max's doctor." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Hey, nice to meet you." "Thank you." "Thanks for... coming out." "Sure." "My pleasure." "You know, he never told anyone..." "About the cancer." "I'm not surprised." "It is a tragic loss." "I'm very sorry." "I never got a chance to thank him for the beautiful painting he sent me." "Woman:" "Thank you for coming." "Right." "Woman:" "Welcome." "Welcome, all." "Welcome." "Welcome." "Welcome." "And thank you all for coming to this sad but momentous occasion." "Max Garman." "The principal thesis behind Max Garman's work has been to define art through life." "Hard... raw..." "Full life." "Ladies and gentlemen," "I present to you, on behalf of the late Max Garman," "Manhattan undying."