Papa Hemingway in Cuba Page #4

At least he's laughing.

Well, I'm certainly not.

How much money do you need?

Oh, no, no, no, Papa. You don't have to.

I'm not asking.

Excuse me, Ernest.

Only way I can help is with cash.

Now tell me, how much?

Maybe $4,000, but you got taxes,

you're hit with taxes. Don't. I won't...

- Ernest, excuse me.

- I have credit.

Your daughter's life.

Money is not important.

You go to New York. I'll work it out.

Ernest?

Listen to me!

I'm your wife, look at me!

I deserve a certain amount of courtesy!

You seem to have decided that I alone

am inaudible to you.

Why do you always wait

till I'm having a good time to ruin it?

Why are you always such a bastard?

I'm not trying to be a bastard.

Well, if you're not trying, you're certainly

making a very good imitation of one.

I'm trying to enjoy!

You are rude and you are inconsiderate!

You insult me and my dignity

as a human being, God damn it!

You get back what you just put out.

What I put out?

I went to a great deal of effort

to make this a pleasant lunch for you!

Yeah, and ruined it by being a b*tch!

I can't believe how much

you're like my mother.

Oh, I'm not like your mother!

You want someone to kiss your ass,

then you go back

to your sweet, lovely Hadley!

Why don't you just call her up?

I'm sure she'll leave her husband

and come back to you!

Call her up, like you do

all your other whores!

You go to hell!

I don't need to, I'm already here!

So why in God's name did you marry me?

Another mistake I made.

Maria.

You apologize to me, or so help me God!

I'll take "so help me God."

How do you like it now, gentlemen?

You have the feeling they're not

telling funny stories out there?

Yeah. Whatever it is,

it seems pretty serious.

I feel like we missed something.

If we did, I don't wanna know about it.

Had enough for one day.

- Leaving, Luis?

- No, Evan.

I'm going to get my bag.

I want to take Ernesto's blood pressure.

It's probably normal.

A lot of killing now.

At night in Havana, the streets are deserted.

Few tourists still come

from the States, but very few.

Everyone is scared.

We're thinking of leaving to Miami.

Well, who knows?

We may have to pull out of here, too.

So...

How is it, el doctor?

Ernesto, you're going to live to be 100.

At least 100.

Yes, but will I still be able

to make love every day?

Drink what I want, have good conversation

with my friends and not bore anybody?

It would probably do for you

not to drink so much.

Sure. Birthdays excepted.

Evan, why don't you have Luis look at you?

Maybe he can help.

No, thank you, I'm fine.

Yeah, Evan, come on.

Not fine.

It's not necessary. Thank you.

Let me take a look, Evan.

Only take a minute. Unbutton your shirt.

Go on, Evan, do it.

You know what this is?

Yes.

Gangrene.

I can change your bandages for you,

if you wish.

That's very kind of you, Doc, but...

I enlisted a medic,

and he does a marvelous job.

This should be changed soon.

Yes, we'll take care of it.

- For pain.

- Thank you, it's not necessary.

It will be very soon.

We go, Papa.

- Adis.

- Adis.

Adis.

Adis.

Well, that cat's out of the bag.

How long have you known?

Three months.

How long do they give you?

Not long.

Why I came to see you.

Wasn't sure I'd get another chance.

But how it is, no regrets.

It's been a decent life.

I've been such a prick!

Oh...

You know...

I...

I never gave a damn about our Lord.

But we'll pray, truly.

I'd like that, Hem.

- It's all right.

- Yeah.

To friends.

To friendship.

Who is it?

It's Eddie.

Uh, come in.

Will you shut the door behind you?

I, uh, brought you some water.

Oh, love.

You have to forgive my temper.

You okay?

I used to be able to control it better, I...

Used to be a lot tougher.

When I was a little girl,

I loved my father so much.

I thought that he was the greatest man

on the face of the earth.

I watched my mother just

nagging him unrelentingly,

bitching from the corner.

She broke him. She destroyed his spirit.

I promised myself that

I'd never be like that.

I don't want to be a b*tch.

But I can't seem to stop myself.

It's okay.

- Hello.

- Eddie.

Hi.

You said you'd call me.

I've been waiting all day.

I know. I know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It's been a long day.

Eddie.

I'm in love with you.

And I believe you feel the same way,

but I need you to tell me.

Eddie?

I felt like I was falling

into a world of madness.

And somehow, it was up to me to stop it.

Eddie told me about Evan.

I'm sorry.

People dying

that never died before.

Do you wanna come in and talk?

Sure.

Seor.

You have a telephone call.

He say it is very important.

Hello?

Mr. Trafficante wants to see you.

We're sending a car to pick you up.

Rene, tell them not to wait for dinner.

I have to go to Havana.

Good evening, Mr. Myers. I'm Sal.

Mr. Trafficante is waiting for you

at the Ambos Mundos Hotel.

Hey, why would the head of the mafia

wanna see me?

Get in.

Ooh.

Mr. Trafficante?

Lupe.

Why are we here?

I make it a rule to pay my debts.

That's why we're here tonight,

why I'm taking my time to see you.

You understand?

You don't owe me anything, Mr. Trafficante.

Yeah, I do.

That article you wrote

about the FBI framing Sal Lopez?

Well, he's a friend of mine.

You saved his ass.

I appreciate that.

I hear you're a friend

of Mr. Ernest Hemingway's.

Good guy?

Absolutely, yeah.

Tough?

Uh...

Yeah, I think so.

Not like most people think though, you know.

He's actually very shy and gentle...

I understand you had a visit from an

FBI agent named John Fletcher in Miami.

Not much happens on my turf

I don't hear about, kid.

He wanted you to inform on your friend,

Mr. Hemingway.

And you told this FBI guy

to go f*** himself.

I'm not sure what you're getting at,

Mr. Trafficante.

Somebody very high up,

a person who is very powerful

in the United States government

has a hard-on for your friend, Hemingway.

They want him publicly discredited.

They want him out of Cuba.

Oh.

Why?

You don't need to know why.

Let's just say that this individual

doesn't like what your friend knows.

Doesn't like what he does or how he thinks,

Or how important a celebrity he is.

He's out to burn Hemingway's ass.

It's personal.

The IRS just sandbagged your friend,

didn't they?

40 grand.

Yeah.

I'm telling you it isn't over.

They're talking at the bar.

And we're sure it's Trafficante?

Yes, I am.

Looks like we're gonna get a thundershower.

Good.

Cool things down.

This heat is brutal.

- We're square?

- Yes, sir. Thank you.

You did a good thing, kid.

Sally Lopez is a straight-arrow guy.

Good, honest, union man. Big family.

If it wasn't for you,

the f***in' FBI would have let him

hang in the wind.

They're all pricks.

Uh, one more thing.

Tell Mr. Hemingway I admire his books.

Ah, you darling boy.

Wow, it's really...

It's really raining out there.

Ah, we were worried about you, lamb.

Oh...

Yeah, I just... I just met with...

With the mafia.

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