The Leisure Seeker Page #6

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Hi.

Good evening Ma'm, how can I assist to you?

Do you have a room available?

Economically. It's just for one night.

We have a standard double with twin beds.

- No no no no, we can't be separated. No.

Well in that case... we have the louisville,

a beautiful suite with a king bed.

We'll take it, thank you.

That normally goes for 500 dollar a night.

But, I can let you have it for 320 plus tax.

Goodness, we hire it, we don't want to buy it,

we just want to spend the night in it.

I have never spend that much on

a hotel room in my whole life.

The louisville it is, Guillermo will show you.

Do you have any luggage?

There's a minibar, some complimentary items,

stereo.

And in here is the master bedroom.

This is bigger than our house.

Can we afford it?

Don't be silly John, of course, we can afford it.

Thank you.

- No, no, no, it's OK. Thank you.

Here your keys. Enjoy your stay.

Ella, gosh.

I'm gonna get us a drink.

I've think we've earned it.

Excellent.

Look. Hang on...

Quick.

Darling...

Come dance with me darling.

I'm so sorry.

I have ruined the carpet.

Darling.

- Sorry.

'The old man was thin and caught...

And deep wrinkles in the back of he's neck...

The brown blotches from

benign skin cancer, the sun

brings to he's reflection

of tropic sea waters...

On his cheeks.

The blotches were on both sides of his face.

And his hands with the deep breeze scars...

From handling big fish on the cords.

But none of those scars was fresh.

They were as old...

As erosions in a fishless desert.'

hello hon.

Did you sleep well?

- Like a rock.

So long, since I never slept that well.

That's better.

See you later, I'll be back at the usual time.

Where are you going?

This is not home.

No, it's not.

- Where are we?

We are in a lovely place.

This lovely place has tea?

- Yes, I'm sure it does.

The Santiago is the perfect

Hemingway-character...

Because he achieves the

inner spiritual success...

Which is for Hemingway what defines the true man.

He is defeated, but he's not destroyed.

The end of the story, Hemingway

observes the old man.

Sound asleep, skeleton of his great fish,

still lies on the line.

And Hemingway writes...

I've lost it.

God and it's such a beautiful trace.

And I'd forgotten it, dear.

"The old man was dreaming about lions"

- my god, you know it, you know it.

How wonderful.

- Excuse me, where are the teaspoons?

I wrote my honors thesis on "The Old Man and the

Sea".

How wonderful. Gosh.

I prefer the movie with Spencer Tracy.

There is a quote of William

Faulkner where he says:

Hemingway was one of the bravest and the best.

And you can add from me:

One of the purest.

I totally agree.

Teaspoon?

- So sorry.

Can you believe it: She wrote her honors thesis.

On "The Old Man and the Sea".

Darling...

No, no, no, don't stop.

Let's just find a campsite OK?

OK.

I'm so tired.

If you're hungry, there's

some food in the fridge.

You still don't feel right, Lilly?

Don't fret please.

I won't leave you on your own.

Lillian?

I'll go home and you feel OK.

So...

Where is Ella? Now.

Ella?

Ella is at home.

- At home?

This baby's taking he's toll on her.

What am I thinking?

I should be there to help her.

I, I really have to go home now.

Wait, John.

Does... does Ella know about us?

Shh no, she doesn't.

I couldn't bear it if she

knew, and neither could you.

It would brake her heart.

And break mine too.

We have to stop this, Lillian.

Yes, yes we do have to stop.

It's been going on a long time.

Way too long.

So, how long is too long?

You don't remember?

Lillian.

That was nearly two years ago.

So...

Do you love me?

What are you talking about?

You know it's not like that.

You said it yourself:

This is just between friends.

You are a wonderful friend, Lillian.

The best.

But I love Ella,

Ella is the love of my life.

She's everything to me.

And we've got a baby on the way, for god's sake.

We have to stop this Lillian.

I'm sorry,

but, we have to end this once and for all.

Goodbye dear Lillian.

Goodbye.

You get back here you, son of a b*tch,

you get back here. I'll f***ing kill you.

Ella, Ella, what's happening?

I'm Ella now, huh, I'm Ella now?

What are you doing?

Where's my phone...

Ella, Ella what's going on?

- Quiet, you fool.

This is the end of our trip.

Hello, this is station 37.

Could you send me a taxi here? A.S.A.P.

A taxi?

Just shut up.

Will, what do you want? Stop calling me,

I don't want to talk to you.

Come on, get out, get out.

You guys called a cab? - Do you see

any other customers standing around?

Now here's your stuff, it's your

nightshirt, your socks, your damn briefs.

What's happening Ella?

- Just get in.

Would you mind helping me and load my

husband and his stupid bags? Yes, Ma'm.

You just stay in there.

- Why are you so mad?

I'm not mad.

I'm not mad, no, I'm relieved.

Yeah, I'm happy as a clam.

Would you take us to

the nearest old people

home please, the crummier the better.

Yes, Ma'm.

This isn't where we live.

- No it isn't.

We're at a place where they keep old fools

like you. - Ella, why are you so irritated?

Sit down, please.

This is my husband, John.

Give him a room, please.

Ma'm, we can not accept new patients

without following established dead lines.

Establish them then.

You can come tomorrow morning

at 9:
30 to the intake office.

If the gentleman falls within

the required parameter

he'll be put on the wait list

which is about ten months.

Well, that's sounds more

like your problem than mine.

Well, here's everything you need, his social

security, his money, his drivers license,

and there's, this is very important.

This is a photograph he cut out of a magazine.

He thinks this is us. He think this is he's

family. He carries at around in he's wallet.

See what I mean?

That is what you're dealing with.

Well, I'm tired and you have work to do.

So... he's all yours.

Goodbye, John.

Ma'm, you can't just...

Ma'm. Ma'm, you...

She must know you can't stay here.

I mean sometimes she a wounded buffalo.

I, I know that.

Are you familiar with Hemingway's "the short

happy life of Francis Macomber"?

His wife shot him in the back of the neck

with a Mannlicher 6.5.

What should we do, call the police?

I don't think they'd take him.

Yeah, look at you, comin' into my house,

with your thighs all on display.

Slutty.

Look at that face.

Look at that face, you b*tch.

Look at you cozying up to my

husband, that's my husband, b*tch.

How romantic,

having a lovely afternoon.

What about me? Having kids.

Pregnant, I was pregnant with Will then.

I mean I was pregnant.

Yeah, right, supermodel my ass.

You're my friend?

Worse friend in the world.

Jane.

You knew.

Jane...

You knew. And you never said a word.

Is it them?

- Yes, it's mom.

Hello? Your father fooled me

my whole life and you knew it.

Mom, what's happening, where are you?

- You never said a word.

Always on his side,

professor, my ass.

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