The Night of the Iguana Page #2

- Take my hand, Larry.

What for?

So we don't drift apart.

Charlotte, I command you

to come back here.

Charlotte Goodall.

You only got to come on this trip

because of me!

Charlotte. Charlotte, you hear me?

Charlotte, I know you can hear me.

You are deliberately defying me.

Charlotte!

Charlotte! You stay away from that man!

You hear?

Charlotte, your mother put you

in my charge.

I am responsible. Charlotte!

You only got to come on this trip

because of me!

Charlotte!

Why, Miss Fellowes.

Dreadful girl.

Defied me.

You deliberately defied me!

What did you think we were doing

out there, Miss Fellowes? Spawning?

Oh, you beast! You beast!

You beast.

Hey! Hey, what are you doing?

You... You get out of here!

- My God, it's 3:00 in the morning.

- I've got to see you.

- It's important. My whole life's at stake.

- Oh, well, my job's at stake.

You don't have to worry

about this measly old job.

My goodness. Back home, my daddy's

got three Ford agencies.

At the moment, I don't see a Ford

in my future.

Have you been drinking, Larry?

Honey girl, if I'd been drinking,

I wouldn't be here. I'd still be drinking.

Then what's wrong?

Why are you all hot and sweaty?

You won't misunderstand me, I mean,

my being here in your room.

Promise me you won't think...

That boy back home told me

that I had skin that no girl had any right to.

Said it should be licensed to have skin

as soft as mine is.

- Wasn't it silly of him?

- No.

Yes. I mean, no, no.

No, it should be licensed.

I mean, at least until you're...

Until you're old enough...

...for a driver's license. Now, you get out

of my room. You get off my bed.

I'll... I'll keep my eyes

shut until you've gone out of my room.

- Have I grown up too early, Larry?

- Yes. No, I mean... Yes, yes.

O Lord, lead me not into temptation.

And now, go on home.

I'll find my way all by myself.

- That's what I came to tell you.

- What?

I'm going home.

Tomorrow, from Puerto Vallarta.

I'm catching the plane at Puerto Vallarta.

I'll slip away from that possessive old b*tch

while she's having her siesta...

...and be gone before she knows it.

You mustn't tell her where I've gone.

Let her sweat it a little.

Let her think

I've just disappeared into the jungle.

But I couldn't let you worry.

I had to say goodbye to you...

...or rather, au revoir.

Because when you bring them back...

...l'll be there waiting for you...

...copa de oro in my hair,

just over the border.

Honey, the border I'm crossing over

is the border of sanity, honey.

- No.

- Oh, honey, yes.

I've got it figured out, darling.

What you should have is a nice big church

in Thunderbird Heights...

Daddy's a big wheel there.

- and a wife who understands

the nobility of your mission.

- No, no.

- Yes, not no. I'll fix it. Daddy will fix it.

- No.

- Yes.

"He that hath no rule

over his own spirit is like a...

...city that has broken down

and without walls."

I'll rule your spirit.

I'll hold you.

- No. No, no. No.

- Yes. Yes, yes.

Charlotte.

Charlotte...

...l've told you how sorry I am.

You can afford to be generous.

I was just beside myself with anger.

But I never meant to harm you.

I wouldn't harm you for all the world.

Charlotte.

Charlotte, you've got to forgive me.

I can't stand being so unhappy.

Shannon?

Shannon, open the door.

You hear me, Shannon.

You've got that child in there.

Open up right now.

I've had it. She'll tell my father,

she'll tell everybody.

He's got her in there with him.

The door's locked.

Nobody's mixed any keys up this time.

I won't have it. I just won't have it.

You're through, Shannon.

And I'll see to that.

When I finish with you,

there won't be any place left to hide.

It's all right, Miss Fellowes.

Virtue is triumphant. Yours, of course.

Wait. Just you wait.

Good morning. We have a wonderful

trip ahead of us.

Some of the most beautiful

scenery in this part of Mexico.

I took the liberty of getting souvenirs

of our stay in Los Feliz.

I love you.

No charge. Compliments of the

Reverend T. Lawrence Shannon.

Miss Peebles.

Where's Miss Fellowes?

You think you could pull a stunt

like last night and get away with it?

- What do you mean?

- I mean, it's in the fan.

This morning,

she had a wire all written out...

...to some Judge Fellowes back in Texas.

She wants your life story

from the first time you said "Mama."

- How do you know that?

- She asked me to send it, that's how.

I told her that was no part

of no driver's job.

- Good man, Hank.

- You ain't off the hook.

Miss Fellowes went over

to Telegrfico herself.

She aims to have your hide, Reverend.

Good morning, Miss Fellowes.

I'll... I'll drive.

We're there, Peebie, your troubles are over.

Now you can have a nice bath.

"The Ambos Mundos Hotel

in Puerto Vallarta...

...is a completely modern,

air-conditioned hotel...

...on a delightful plaza,

with excellent food and service."

Shannon? Shannon, that's our hotel.

Shannon. Stop.

Stop this instant.

Shannon. Shannon!

What the hell you trying to do, Reverend?

Get us all killed?

- You gone crazy or something?

- This is not the Ambos Mundos.

It says in the brochure we stop in Ambos

Mundos, in the heart of Puerto Vallarta.

Here we are, ladies, this is Mismaloya,

the garden spot of the West Coast.

You'll be grateful to me to your dying days.

In all of Mexico,

there's nothing to equal this.

The chef is a Chinese, specially

imported from Shanghai by me.

Just leave your bags.

The staff will take care of everything.

Take us right back

to Puerto Vallarta where we belong.

I'm expecting an important telegram.

- I can't take you no place.

- Why not?

Because Reverend's taken the

distributor head, that's why not.

Shannon.

Shannon, you won't get away with this!

Fred?

Fred?

Shannon.

What the hell are you doing

down here out of season?

Would you have one of your boys

lug this bag up for me?

Pepe.

Fred, where are you?

Fred can't hear you, baby.

Why? Gone fishing?

How long have you been off it?

- Off what?

- The wagon.

I'm not drunk.

- Oh, what's the matter with you then?

- Fever, just fever.

- Where's Fred?

- Dead.

- Did you say dead?

- That's what I said. Fred's dead.

How? When?

Oh, less than four weeks ago.

Died with his boots on, though. Hooked

into a big marlin, the marlin won.

I was counting on Fred to bail me out,

straighten me out and bail me out.

He was my hope of salvation.

I had all my chips on Fred.

- Baby, you're going to pieces, aren't you?

- Yeah, yeah. They...

They are tearing me to pieces.

I was hanging on until I could get

to the hammock on the veranda...

...over the rainforest and still-water beach.

It's all that can pull me through.

Honey, just lie down the hammock.

I'll fix you a nice rum-coco.

No, no, no. If I start drinking

rum-cocos now, I'll never stop.

Reverend!

They want us to go back into town.

Well, tell them they can't go

back into town.

I thought Fred could tame them.

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