Following on from our previous screenplay involving Rober Pattinson and his long-suffering imaginary publicist, here is the sequel. It involves hope, tragedy and fashion:
[THE SCENE OPENS IN THE SAME NEW YORK HOTEL ROOM AS BEFORE]
Publicist: Hi Rob - time for the TimesTalks event with David Cronenberg to promote Cosmopolis
Publicist: Oh, you've shaved - does that mean you are no longer INFINITELY SAD?
Publicist: I'll take that as a yes. Let me know when you're dressed and I'll call the cab.
Rob: I am dressed
Rob: I'm dressed. I'm wearing this to the talk.
Publicist: Even the backwards cap?
Rob: Especially the backwards cap. It is my BACKWARDS CAP OF INFINITE SADNESS.
Publicist: Please don't talk to any journalists.