Only Lovers Left Alive

- 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, you know what I mean?

You get one and the pick ups are messed up

and then 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 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 is William Lawes?

Just some old 17th century English guy.

Wrote some great funeral music.

And during the English civil war he was casually shot dead by a parlamentarian.

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 a Silvertone, from 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 playing one of these.

But he 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, I've got something very special for you.

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 to be more interested in your music.

Yeah...

What a drag.

Listen, Ian.

There is something you could do for me.

Anything. Anything man, what is it?

I need a bullet.

A very special bullet.

Really? I got you that pack of shells of the 38 last year.

I know, the 38. I need a 38 caliber bullet

- but made of wood. - What, wooden bullet, seriously man?

Made from the hardest and most dense wood that you can find.

I'd suggest guaiacum wood, 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.

Guaiacum wood, Lignum Vitae, snakewood, Piratinera Guianensis,

black wood, Dalbergia Melanoxylon.

Okay. Yeah, I think I know someone but...

what the hell for?

It's for a...

a project.

- A secret art project. - Ok, cool, cool.

Alright, let me think.

Thank you, Adam.

The shellcase should be -metálico- but the bullet has to be wood.

- Just want one? - Just the one, yeah.

Okay, cool.

Anything else weird... Interesting you may need?

There's a warehouse that sells this kind of softake amps

some german resistances, soviet tubes I thought you may go there and check it out.

No, I'm good. Thank you.

Okay. Can I use your bathroom before I get 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 my garden.

Bilal.

, madame Eve.

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.

It's just 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 this! Never call me that name in public.

You nutcase.

I can keep a secret! You should know that.

But I'm asking, what most outrageously delicious literature scandal in history?

Dear Eve, that was 4 centuries ago.

You've been wearing that westcoat for 4 centuries.

I was given this in 1585. It's one of my favourite garments.

So, are you saying you're never gonna let the cat out of the bag?

Couldn't we... drop a hint here and there?

It would cause such a 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...

Doctor...

Watson.

You know, uh...

This whole setup is a bit unnerving for me.

Would you consider meeting somewhere outside the hospital sometime?

Instead of just appearing unexpectedly, like a...

Phantom.

That would require pretty arrangement.

Yeah, and it would be safer for me.

I'd like to come to the source. Besides, the mutual jeopardy makes me feel safer.

Now, If you excuse me. I haven't 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?

It's for all practical props an antique.

It's from the 1970's.

- Even the 60's. - Is it?

That guy gotta have to 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? Are you scrabbling about your wires and knots, 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.

It does feel like I'm the sands at the bottom of an 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 plagues...

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 Tanger. You loved the music.

Oh fuck.

Alright. I'll come.

But I can't believe you're doing this to me again.

It's the travelling what'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 Tanger 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. 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.

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 did they...?

Alright. I know.