The Rum Diary Page #9

Yeah, everyone's here.

What about the vans?

What about the vans, Moburg?

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, vans.

(ANNOUNCER SPEAKING SPANISH

ON PA)

(CROWD CHEERING) You hear that?

We're on our way.

What the hell is going on?

He said he had the men.

"All claims against

the former owners

will be..."

(MUMBLING)

"Signed on behalf

of First Maritime Bank,

Miami."

Sanderson's pal, Mr. Green.

Sorry, Paul.

I didn't know how to say.

They... They took

all the machines out.

Not everything,

but just the parts that matter.

I'll let you in.

(DOOR SLAMS IN DISTANCE)

All I wanted was a front page.

Probably for the best.

Probably would've

never pulled it off.

How much...

How much did

you guys win?

Just under six grand.

Oh, yeah, well, you...

At least you can

pay off the bond now.

Screw the bond.

We're out of here.

It's over with.

SALA:
There's

a midnight Pan Am.

I'm not risking the airport.

No.

I figure this island

owes us a boat.

And I'm f***in' taking

one of Sanderson's.

You smell it?

It's the smell of bastards.

It's also the smell of truth.

I smell ink.

Always think

About the days gone by

When the childhood

I have sown

Appears in the sky

But I'm not the simple man

The boy I used to be

No, I learned

to picture life...

I got to take the hen back.

And I found

After all the searching

Life was only what I made it

After all the searching

for new games to play...

Find yourself a trade wind.

After all the searching

Life was only what I made it

After all the searching

for a new game to play

Live my life away

Saw a dragon

shake the theater walls

While the steeple bell

Rang out in anguished calls

And I turn my eyes

To see a bird fly overhead

And I dreamt

its wings of freedom

Could be mine instead

And I found

After all the dreaming

Life was only what I made it

After all the dreaming

Of new games to play

I drink my life away

Love you all

And livin' on

Livin' life the way...

Do you remember me?

The ocean rolled

Time was slow

We felt an energy

The cock was crowing

The rum was flowing

A mermaid burns to see

Beyond the sea

I long to see

If there's a page for me

A page for me

In your diary

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