She leads BILL through the small,
dingy entrance lobby lit by a
flickering fluorescent tube to
a ground-floor rear apartment.
Should we talk about the
money?
How does sixty sound?
Sixty. Sounds good.
I don't keep track of the
time.
bedroom where there is a neatly
made king-size bed without a
bedspread..
By the way, what's your
name?
Domino.
Domino. That's an unusual
name.
Well, it's my, uh...professional
name.
Right.
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DOMINO
And what's your name?
Bill.
Hi, Bill.
Hi, Domino.
Would you like a drink or some
grass?
No thanks. I'm fine.
Nice little place.
Yes, it's okay.
Is this really your place?
That's the second time you
asked.
No, it just that I was under
the
impression that most girls didn't
use
their own apartment - too much
hassle.
That's true but I don't do
this that
much.
Oh, how's that?
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DOMINO
I only work when I get too far
behind
with my student loan.
What are you school are you
going to?
NYU.
NYU. What are you studying?
Sociology.
Good sociology department?
Pretty good. Ever hear of Pearlstein
and Johnson?
To be honest, I'm not much
into
sociology.
What do you do?
I'm a doctor?
A doctor?
Yes.
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DOMINO
GP?
Yes.
My father's a GP.
No kidding? I hope I don't
know him.
He practises in New Jersey.
New Jersey..
Listen, I know it's a little
late for this
but do you mind if I ask how
old you
are?
How old do you think?
Well, to be honest, I would
have said
sixteen or seventeen but obviously
if
you're going to college...
eighteen?
Nineteen.
Well, shall we?
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_Bleep-bleep_.
his lap for him to get it out.
Hello?
Hi, honey. Yes, everything's
okay... I'm
not sure... We're waiting
for some
relatives to show up...
It could be late...
No, don't wait up. Can't
really talk...
Okay, as soon as I can... Same
here.
Was that Mrs Doctor Bill?
You have to go.
I'm afraid so.
What a shame.
Oh, look, you don't have
to...
No, that's all right, he
says.
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DOMINO
Really. It's okay.
No, no. Listen, we need more
good sociologists.
Okay but you've got a raincheck.
That's deal.
BILL walks aimlessly through the
wintry night.
Where shall I go now,
he asked himself?
The obvious thing was home
to bed.
But he couldn't persuade himself
to do
that.
but that somehow seemed ridiculous
now.
was moving farther and farther
away
from his everyday existence
into a
completely different world.
By the chance, he passes a small
nightclub, Cafe Sonata, and
notices Nick Nightingale's name
and photograph outside.
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DOORMAN
The band's about to wind
up but
they're still serving.
band.
scattering of applause.
Hey, Bill!
What are you drinking?
Scotch and soda.
So what brings you out at
this
hour?
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Just happened to be passing
by. I have
a patient in the neighbourhood.
Do you live in the Village?
No, we've got an apartment
on
Central Park West.
You're married?
Nine years.
That was the great looking
woman
you were dancing with at the
party?
Yes.
Lucky man.
Any kids?
An eight year old daughter.
How about
you?
I've got a wife and four
boys in Seattle.
That's great. So is this your
band?
No, I'm just filling
in.
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BILL
Who do you normally play
with?
Anybody. Anywhere. As a matter
of
fact, I've got another
gig later tonight.
You're playing somewhere
else
_tonight_?
They only get started there
about two
In the village?
I don't actually know the address
yet.
How come?
It's in a different place
every time, and I
only get it about an hour
or so
beforehand.
A different place every
time?
So far.
What's the big mystery?
I just play the piano.
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What kind of a function
is it?
What kind of a function
is it?... Well, to
be completely honest, it's not
easy to
describe.
But you've worked there before?
True.
And it's not easy to describe?
I play blindfolded.
What?
I play blindfolded.
Back in a minute.
snowy street. He doesn't see
what he's looking for and returns.
Sorry about that. I'm
supposed to meet
somebody here.
With the address?
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BILL
Listen, you're putting me
on about
that blindfolded business, aren't
you.
No, that's the truth.
They're very strict
about that.
This is getting curiouser
and curiouser.
Maybe so, but listen, I was
sworn to
secrecy, and please, just
forget I said
anything at all about
it.
Nick, you can trust me. I won't
say a
word about this to anyone but
since
you've told me this much, you
can't
stop now.
No, really, this is not
a joke. I'm not
saying anything else.
Nick, you can't do this to
me. I'll
wonder about this for the rest
of my
life. Trust me.
it.
Okay, well this is just between
us.
Absolutely.
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Well...first of all, although
I am
blindfolded I can of course
still
hear...and the sounds...
_And_...the last time the
blindfold wasn't
tied on that well.
Bill...I've seen a few
things in my life
but never anything like this...
And I
have never seen such women.
What does it cost to get
into this place?
Forget it.
What do you mean, forget
it.
Forget it.
Look, I don't care what it
costs.
It's not a matter of money.
These
people aren't interested
in money. It's
a completely closed affair.
_These_ _people_. Who are
_these_ _people_?
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Put it this way - if I
knew their names it
would be worth more than my
life to
say them out loud.
Nick, don't you think
you might just be
over-dramatising this a little
bit?
There must be some way you
can get
me in.
It would be too dangerous.
Dangerous?
These are not people you
fuck with - if
you'll pardon the pun.
I'll be right back.
stamping his feet up and down,
talking to a man and writing
something down.
Was that the address?
And the password.
Password?
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NICK
Yes. You can't get in without
the
password and they change it
every
time.
And. listen, I'm going to have
to get
weaving pretty soon.
Nick, you son-of-a-bitch,
you know
you are definitely going
to have to take
me with you tonight. You know
that,
don't you.
Look, I'll tell you what - you
give me
the password and the address
and I'll
go there by myself. There
won't be the
slightest connection with
you,
whatsoever.
Look, even if I were crazy
enough to do
that, you couldn't get
in the way you're
dressed, anyway.
Why not?
Everyone there is always masked
and
in costume.
Masked and in costume?
Always.
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BILL
Okay. Point taken. _But_
there's a
possibility I know a place
that might still
be open.
Bill, you're out of your mind.
No
costume place would be open
at this
time of night.
Look, Nick, what the hell.
Just give me
a chance. Let me try.
If I can't get the
gear I'll forget about
the whole thing.
Scouts honour.
Okay?
Okay. So, let me have the address
and
the password, and tell me what
kind
of costume I need?next page
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