On the Beach Page #5

Yeah! No probs.

Problem solved.

All right, here's your bleach.

Who got the makeup remover?

I have 2 of'em.

Extra! Extra!

Oh, Richard, man!

I love you!

One pretty little

pink bag for you.

Oh, great! Lovely.

Did you get batteries?

Right here.

Yes!

# I can see my pretty girl #

That's all for you.

Hey, Ricardo! Grazie.

One tin of beef curry!

One...

disposable camera.

I know it's not as good

as the one you left behind,

and you'll probably have to

wait a while for the prints,

but what the hell, right?

No, it doesn't matter. I like it.

What's wrong?

How was it?

The rice run? Fine.

No problem.

I mean being with Sal.

Fine. I mean, we got along okay.

Some people say

she's attracted to you.

Sh*t. I...

I really wouldn't have noticed that.

Nothing happened?

No, of course not.

You promise?

I was so happy to be back

that I couldn't bear

to spoil the moment.

Yes. Yes, I promise.

I missed you.

Okay, come on, everybody!

Come on, please!

Come on, please.

All together. Close together.

Please.

Okay, close together.

Okay, stand back there,

please.

Okay.

So 1...2...3!

so I started just where I'd left off.

It was almost like

my trip to Koh Pha Ngan

never happened.

Almost.

Shark!

Shut up, you f***er!

My--My--My leg.

My leg.

We can take you to

the hospital, all right?

We can do that.

But when you're there,

you mustn't tell anybody

where this happened.

All right? We have

to keep our secret.

What's he saying?

He says that we are to bring help

here for him.

He won't go near the water.

Yeah, well, I understand that,

but we can't bring anybody here.

We can't do that.

Bring help!

You gotta bring help!

We can't, Christo!

You have to go,

or you stay here

and take your chances.

Anyone disagree?

What is he saying?

He wants to know

what happened to his friend.

We're gathered here today

to say our last respect to Sten.

May God take your soul,

and you will rest

forever in peace, mate.

We'll miss ya.

Yorg esca de from Christo and me.

Reposti im pace,

from Lorenzo.

# Old pirates, yes, they rob I #

# Sold I to the merchant ships #

# Minutes after they took I #

# From the bottomless pit #

# And my hand was made strong #

# By the hand of the almighty #

#We forward in this generation #

#Triumphantly #

#Won't you help to sing #

#These songs of freedom #

# 'Cause all I ever had #

# Redemption songs #

# Redemption songs #

After the funeral,

we all tried to get back to normal...

But it just didn't seem right.

Pretty soon, it became clear

that the problem was Christo.

Shut up!

You see, in a shark attack,

or any other major tragedy,

I guess,

the important thing

is to get eaten and die--

in which case, there's a funeral,

and somebody makes a speech,

and everybody says

what a good guy you were--

or get better, in which case,

everyone can forget about it.

I can't take this.

Christo, please.

Get better or die.

It's the hanging around in between

that really pisses people off.

Listen to me.

You can't do this.

This is disgusting.

Take him back.

F***ing animals.

What are you doing this for?

Huh? Tell me.

How can you do this?

Richard?

F***ing bastards!

Bastards.

It would be a lot easier

to condemn our behavior

if it hadn't been so effective,

but out of sight

really was out of mind.

Once he was gone,

we felt a whole lot better.

On the beach, it's easy

to turn your back,

but not always so easy to forget.

Pay them in dollars,

f*** their daughters,

and turn it into wonderland, Richard.

Richard, come with me.

Is that or is that not

a map she's holding?

And did you or did you not

make that copy?

You know, the lying

doesn't bother me,

but that map is trouble.

The farmers, right?

You remember,

those men with guns.

They said to us-- They told us--

no more people.

And now it looks like

we're handing out

f***ing tour guides.

Sal, I mean...

we could explain, right?

I mean, we could tell 'em

it was Daffy.

"We could explain."

I want you up here every day

until those people come.

- Here?!.

- Yes, here.

And when they come,

I want you

to get the map back.

Okay? Whatever happens,

you get the map back.

W-w-wait, Sal.

Wait. Sal, take a look at this.

I mean, they could

be there for weeks.

That's right, and you'll

be here waiting for them.

W-what am I supposed to do

when they actually get here?

Get the map!

You drew it.

You handed it out.

Now you get it back

and turn them away!

Sal! Sal!

Are you gonna tell

everyone else what I did?

Now, this was truly

a pain in the ass.

I mean, I didn't want

these people to come here

any more than Sal did,

but what exactly

did she expect me to do?

Chase them away?

Threaten them?

I mean, with what?

By the time these kids got here,

I'd probably have starved to death.

Sal?

Sal, is that you?

Get that light out of my--

You're a pig!

Damn it!

What the f*** was that for?

Look, there's nothing I could do.

I have to

stay up here!

Not that, okay?

What is it, then?

You and Sal in Koh Pha Ngan.

Oh, that.

Yes, that!

She has told everyone,

and me, I'm the last one

to find out!

At least she believes

in honesty, not like you.

I mean, Francoise, I...

Wh-what can I say?

Nothing. There is nothing you can say.

Thank you.

Thank you for making

my life just perfect!

Super!

God damn it!

Sh*t!

You are

such an idiot!

even though I knew

it would happen,

I was crushed.

And I guess I deserved it.

I mean, I could have given her

all the excuses she wanted,

but it still wouldn't have

made any difference.

Great! Great!

At first, I thought

I was gonna die up here,

that my entire world

was gonna end.

But it didn't.

In fact, pretty soon, I found

that there were

plenty of other things

to keep me occupied,

and before I knew it,

I found that love-- like grief--

tends to fade away

and be replaced

by something more exciting.

And life up on the hill

turned out to be

a big improvement.

I mean, up here, I could do

whatever I wanted.

There was no fishing duty,

no gardening sh*t,

no hassle from Bugs

or Etienne or Francoise.

I was playing my own game now,

and I had absolutely

no reason to go back.

Okay, so I was just

foolin' around...

but the longer I stayed away

from the community,

the less I missed them.

And I found new players,

even if they didn't know it yet.

this forest was my territory...

retrieving the map, my mission...

and these, my defenders.

I was the only one with the overview

of how it all fitted together:

the island...

me...

them...

the invaders.

All connected,

all playing the same game.

And at the center of it all,

one man.

Daffy.

Inside!

Take a look, Richard!

Viruses, Richard!

Cancers!

The big, chunky charlie's

eating up the whole world!

Right there!

Down on the beach!

Down on the street!

Pay them in dollars

and f*** their daughters!

It starts with 4,

Richard!

They multiply!

It's time to stop them!

Year zero, kiddo!

Year zero!

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