The Rum Diary Page #7

bellhops, janitors, clerks.

Plus, whores for the fat man.

Hard to believe they'd do it.

I was talking to that

architect kind of guy.

He's going

to Saint Thomas,

if you want a ride.

When?

How do I know when?

When he's finished here.

You know what Oscar Wilde said?

"They know the price

of everything,

"the value of nothing."

(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)

Two rums.

I thought you'd given up.

Finally beat my willpower.

Come on, let's go here.

(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Hey, mi amigo!

Hey, Rosie's a singer.

Paul!

Where's Hal?

Boat.

Boat?

Help me find my girlfriend.

CHENAULT:
Hey!

How are you?

Watch your step.

Thank you.

All right.

There we go.

Thank you.

Hi.

Look at you.

SANDERSON:
Good.

Grab some champagne.

Hey, Captain.

Hey.

Hey.

Did you take Sala

to the island?

You shouldn't have

done that, Paul.

It's why we have

a confidentiality agreement.

He isn't interested.

He's got a mouth

like an AP wire.

I just don't know

what he was doing there.

And I sure as sh*t don't

know what he's doing here.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

Not going glum on us, are you?

Just thoughts.

What's the book?

The Rime of the

Ancient Mariner.

Lt was written in 1 797

by a junkie

called Coleridge.

He wrote that

when he was

I've been dragging

a typewriter

around with me for 1 0.

I've written nothing.

You've written some books.

Nah.

They had no voice.

I don't know how

to write like me.

I resent that.

No, I really have

to say he's all right.

I have to admit.

Fair is fair.

Fair is fair.

Thank you for the afternoon.

Maybe we'll see you in town.

Where you going?

Her friend's playing in a band.

We're gonna go check it out.

Oh, we want to come.

SANDERSON:

I'll rephrase that.

We don't want to come.

Yes, we do.

Us girls want to dance.

SANDERSON:

You're dancing tomorrow.

CHENAULT:
What's the point

of going to carnival

if everything is preplanned?

I want to dance,

and if you're not

going to take me,

I'm gonna go with them.

DIGBY:
She's got

you trumped, Hal.

Sit down. You're drunk.

So what?

So is everyone else.

Come on.

Come on, let's do it.

Lt might be amusing.

Oh, cuidado.

Careful.

Here we go.

(WOMAN WHOOPING)

(PLAYING ROCK 'N' ROLL)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Oh.

Yeah.

(CROWD CHEERING)

We're done.

We're spent.

You're gonna go?

Yes, we're gonna leave.

You're done?

I can't dance no more.

Really.

Hold on. You know what?

I'll be out.

Let me just get Chenault.

SALA:
You want

rum or beer?

Um... Both.

Dos, uh, rum, uh, dos cervezas.

Oh, whoa, whoa.

We're gonna go.

Hey.

We're gonna go.

CHENAULT:
What?

SANDERSON:
Natalie's leaving,

so let's go.

CHENAULT:
Hey, hey.

Come on, come on.

No, no, no, no.

(MUSIC BEGINS) (GASPS) Oh!

Chenault, come here.

We're leaving.

Chenault.

Stop it!

Chenault!

Hey, what?

I hear you

Yeah

I hear you

Yeah

(SINGER LAUGHING)

You all right?

Try it

Try it again

You try it again

Try it again

Shall we just sit?

Try again

Like a baby

Won't you try it?

You might like it

Honey

Yeah

Yeah, ha

It's all right

I tried

That's right

(PATRONS CHEERING)

Chenault, come here!

Chenault!

Get your hands off me,

you motherf***er!

Yeah

You want to f*** with me?

You know who I am?

You motherf***er!

You know who I am?

You're a dead man!

Go! Go!

Get your hands off me.

You're a dead man!

Go!

Forget it.

We'll call you a cab.

F*** off!

I gotta get the girl.

She's having

a good time.

We closed.

You deaf?

I said we closed.

No way, Paul.

No way.

(SIGHS)

I looked everywhere.

I went to the gendarme.

And?

We went up there.

Nothing. Nobody there.

But an old woman with a mop.

She was more help

than the cops were.

"What can I do

if your girlfriend likes

someone else?" he said.

He's right about that, Paul.

She's not your girlfriend.

Maybe... Maybe she

went back to the boat.

Huh?

Did you...

Did you try the boat?

No.

I don't think

he'd let her back on.

Ls she with you?

Why don't you mind

your own goddamn business?

I want the keys.

The Chevy.

(KEYS JANGLING)

(ENGINE STARTS)

You blew it, Kemp.

KEMP:
It's all rust.

I've seen better tires

hanging over

the side of a tug.

You want it or not?

Yeah, we want it.

Everyone turns up

for their Friday

check, right?

No check, no Lotterman.

So I go around to see

that unforgivably

ugly wife of his.

She tells me

he's gone to Miami.

For what?

You don't know, I don't know.

But the scabs are back.

Since Morell went,

the paper took a turn

for the worse.

Ls there anything

in the spinner?

We need a fresh sack.

Well, maybe I can

interest you gentlemen

in something else.

Like what, death?

Like the most powerful drug

in the history of narcotics.

I'm not at liberty

to discuss or disclose.

All I can tell you

is this stuff is so powerful,

they give it to Communists.

Who does?

The FBI.

Why would the FBI

get Communists high?

That I can't help you with.

You take it like eye drops.

In the eye?

So I understand.

Lt makes the eye see things.

You see a different reality.

What do you want for it?

I'll throw it in with the bike

if you do me a favor.

What's the favor?

I want you to come

to the bathroom with me.

He's your man.

$50, right?

Yeah.

(CHICKEN CLUCKING)

He wants me

to look at his dick.

I flatly refused.

What does he want you

to look at it for?

Says there's something

wrong with it.

It's a gentleman's matter.

I'm not looking at it!

All right, give me

the drugs back.

No! Wait.

I'll look at it.

I'll view it in the mirror.

Ls it clap?

A standing ovation.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

You see anything?

No.

Neither do I.

We'll give it another

five minutes.

ANNOUNCER:
Trouble

making ends meet?

Then, you need

the Lending Man.

Right.

When money dries up fast

You're welcome to our cash

So borrow from

the Lending Man

Call the Lending Man now.

How long since we took it?

I don't know.

A while.

Bullshit, isn't it?

Ls it bullshit?

(STRIKES MATCH)

(SIZZLING)

(HISSES)

(GRUNTS)

Jesus.

Your tongue is like

an accusatory giblet.

(GROANING)

For Christ's sake, keep it out.

What are you talking about?

Your tongue belongs to Satan!

Are you out of your mind?

Keep it out!

If it goes back

into your mouth,

it'll kill you.

(MUFFLED SHOUTING)

We've got to get it

into the sink!

(GRUNTING)

You're giving me fear.

Stop it!

I've got fear!

F*** you. So do I.

You're high, you fool.

Drink some rum.

(BUOY BELL CLANGING)

I thought I was

losing grip in there.

What did we take?

I don't know.

We need to get some more.

That explains it.

Doesn't it?

SALA:
Explains what?

The world.

And us.

KEMP:
I wonder

what it is

you might think about

our different worlds.

He looked at me

kind of sideways

and said,

"Human beings

are the only

creatures on Earth

"that claim a God.

"And the only living thing

that behaves

like it hasn't got one.

"Does the world belong

to no one but you?"

And when he said it,

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