(Spoken) It takes Paul Owen five minutes to die, another thirty to stop bleeding I know because I time it. Afterwards, still wearing the bloodied raincoat I take a cab to Paul’s apartment on the Upper East Side. I let myself in with his keys. A plan is taking shape in the folds of my brain- where should I send Paul on a business trip? Rome, Amsterdam, Phoenix? London! I’ll send the bastard to England.
(Paul) My answering machine (Patrick) His answering machine (Paul) Hi! This is Paul Owen, (Patrck) Hi! This is Paul Owen, I’m sorry I’m not here to take your call but I’m in London for the next two weeks taking the Fischer account to the next level.
(Sung) (Ensemble) We are sinners (?) sinners. We are winners Wasted winners. We are faceless (we are faceless) Perfect faces (perfect faces) We fixed the races (we fixed the races) Then took our places.
(Patrick) But I’m clean I’ve become clean The things I’ve seen Still I’m clean
(Ensemble) Rise and shine Don’t wait time Head to your terminals Head to the mines. Present yourself As someone who knows In which direction Capital flows. Make it happen Make it rain With conjuring And leisure domain. Flash your smile Bare your teeth They’ll never guess What’s underneath.