The Lost City Page #7
what's in the bag?
only what I need.
open it.
Man of taste.
what's this?
Home movies.
There's my camera.
open it.
l wanna photograph
the injustice of American life.
Stretch out your arms.
Empty your pockets.
Ring and watch, take them off.
Put it in here.
Sir?
lnside.
Take it off.
This watch belonged to my father.
Belonged is correct.
ln here.
what's this?
A memento.
Hmm.
You worms are strange.
Not yet gone, and you're
already carrying souvenirs.
You can't take Cuba
with you, you know.
Free to go.
Next.
This is willis Conover
of the Voice of America
bringing you The Music of Freedom.
Forthose of you in limbo
out there, here is the Duke
and saxophone
is Coleman Hawkins
with Limbo Jazz.
who is it?
Room service.
So when did you leave?
Better ask
when did I escape.
Semantics, my friend,
is made up of antics.
I'm glad to see you.
lt can only mean
that you're lonely.
Lonely is the best word.
when a man is truly lonely,
even a light bulb is good company.
Actually, I'm masquerading
as an exile.
well, your impersonation
is quite good.
I'm still in Cuba.
where do you think I am,
Jersey City?
Joe DiMaggio.
Minnie Minoso.
He looks in.
Yeah, you latched on that one.
Hmm, where we going?
El Dragon Rojo,
a Cuban-Chinese restaurant
which is neither.
But they are under
the illusion I'm a writer.
Madam.
oh, madam.
what would you like today?
My usual please.
Beluga caviarto start.
For an entre, pheasant tongues
marinated in vin de sauternes.
Smyrna figs for dessert,
chilled, not merely cold, please.
Fried rice and bananas fortwo.
Yes, the special, please,
we haven't eaten
since the revolution.
Did you know that Cuba
is half white,
half black, and half Chinese?
That's three halves.
Everything is coming
in threes these days, even halves.
which half are you?
Half owner.
Should have been
a stand-up comedian.
l may hold you to that.
l can't help you.
I'm just a former cabaret owner.
once a cabaret owner,
always a cabaret owner.
or is it once a former
cabaret owner,
always a former cabaret owner?
Fico.
Take a break, chico.
Time to suffer.
Good one.
Thank you.
Ahem.
Thank you.
Look, Fico,
I've been...
I've been thinking.
You know, it bothers me
to see you, Fico Fellove,
working in the kitchen.
Nonsense.
Now, I've told you before
l appreciate the work.
well, anyway, I was thinking.
what if I set up
a piano in the cafe?
would you be interested in...
Unfortunately, the pay
would be the same,
but plus tips.
whateveryou need. Hmm?
You know I appreciate it.
Mm.
I'd like to keep this job, too.
l need the extra money.
I'm trying to bring my family.
Enough said.
Enough said.
To free Cuba.
Salud.
Salud.
The present
you are living in is so thin,
underneath a door.
The trouble with exile is exile.
Thank you.
l have a solution.
This pretty lady's torch
is Aladdin's lamp.
Aladdin's lamp.
And it will grant
any wish in your life.
You can by rebuilding it.
will you work for me?
Free drinks?
Done.
Gentlemen, time to suffer.
The door was open.
You know, the thing I love
most about New York
is that you're always
running into old friends.
You know why we're friends?
Because we don't believe
in coincidences.
Please sit down.
You may considerme an enemy,
but I've always considered
you a friend, Federico.
l may at times have lost
my patience at times,
but neverwith a man I respect
and that respects me in kind.
How we doing there, Joe?
Flirting. Good.
Take your hat off.
Ah, she was a beautiful thing,
Havana.
we should have known she was a...
a heartbreaker.
And here we are.
lt's bashert
destiny.
Now, listen.
Listen hard.
l didn't bomb your place, kid.
That's not my style.
okay?
May I have an egg cream?
Chocolate syrup, cold milk.
Spritz the seltzer until
it foams up over the top.
No.
And a bit of rum, yes?
Yeah. An egg cream.
what's your name?
l neverthought you'd ask.
My offer's still open.
A new club.
Las Vegas.
Nevada.
No humidity.
Don't answer.
Think about it.
You know?
You know, even in rejection
lead me on a little bit, hmm?
Don't break my heart...
just yet.
You like egg cream.
Yes, I like egg creams.
And I'm not crazy
about humidity, either.
You give my regards
to your family.
You have the ingredients right.
There's an art
with the seltzer spritz.
Your chocolate
goes at the bottom
with milk overit,
and then you spritz straight down,
but then you spritz
around the glass
until it rises to the top.
Always a pleasure, Lansky.
l mean Mr. Meyer.
Love your wieners.
Bueno,Fico.
Good night.
okay, have a good time.
keys are in the back.
Have a good time.
Good night, Mrs. Calabash,
whereveryou are.
Gentlemen, don't burn
the place down.
Did you ever
have the feeling
that you wanted to go?
Did you ever
have the feeling
that you wanted to stay?
Go, stay, go, stay, go...
ooh.
That's a go, isn't it?
Madam, always a pleasure.
Give my regards
to the pigeons.
why are you here?
I'm here...
with our dedication
to United Nations.
Do you have time for some coffee?
I'm sorry you left.
There was nothing left
for me in Havana.
Yes, I know.
You lost your club.
No, that's not
what I meant.
You sound bitter.
Not at all.
l have no money...
but I feel...
than I ever was.
would it do any good
to say I'm sorry?
No, not really.
Try at least to understand me.
I've understood more
than you could explain.
why don't you come back
to Cuba with me?
Because it's dangerous...
for my soul.
l see you still do not
believe in causes.
well, I don't have
a loyalty to a lost cause.
But I do have a loyalty
to a lost city.
And that's my cause and my curse.
Please don't hate me, then.
I'll never hate you.
I'll always love you.
why can't you love me there?
Too big of a price to pay.
Be well.
Stop crying.
You can always love me here.
Remember that.
You're so beautiful.
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J.R. Media Services, lnc. Burbank, CA
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