The Sun Also Rises Page #2

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All right.

- No improvement since this morning?

- No. There's no solution.

It's over, Jake. Finished.

What about South America?

Have you thought any more about it?

Sure, I've thought about it,

but I still dont want to go.

- But why?

- I told you why.

Anyway, going to another country

isn't gonna help.

- It might help me.

- I doubt it.

Told you, too,

that I'm going to Spain.

I'm gonna do some fishing and see

some bullfights.

Hey, Jake. Who's that?

- Good evening.

- Hello, Brett. Good you're back.

- Hello. How are you?

I think that's the most beautiful woman

I've seen in years.

- Ah, bonsoir.

Who is she, Jake?

Her name's Brett Ashley.

Why haven't I seen her before?

I guess she's been away.

Oh, Brett! Brett. Brett, my dear!

- Hello, Zizi.

- Oh! I've got something fine to tell you.

And I want you to meet a friend of mine.

Lady Ashley, I'd like to present

Count Mippipopolous.

How do you do?

- Does Your Ladyship enjoy your stay in Paris?

- Oh, yes. Fine.

Well, Paris is all right as a town...

but I understand there is

big doings over in London.

Yes. Huge.

Hmm. Does Your Ladyship care to dance?

A little later. Thank you.

Hello, Jake.

Hello, Brett.

I didn't know you were back.

- Yes, I just got back.

- Oh.

Oh, excuse me.

Lady Brett Ashley, Mr. Robert Cohn.

How do you do?

He thinks you're the most

beautiful woman he's ever seen.

Oh! That's very nice to hear,

but I'm sure youre not serious.

I assure you I am.

- That's a fine crowd you're with, Brett.

- Yes. Aren't they lovely?

And you, darling-

Are you having a lovely evening?

- Priceless.

- Would you care to dance, Lady Brett?

Sorry, but I promised this one to Jacob.

Jacob, you have a terribly biblical name.

I didn't pick it

or perhaps I'd have done better.

Well, what about the next one?

We'll see. I never make plans. Zizi.

- Yes. Yes, dear?

- Would you take this for me?

Anything.

- You've made a new conquest there.

- Have I? That's nice.

- I suppose you like to add them up, hmm?

- Oh, stop it, Jake.

- Howdy, Lady Brett!

- Hi, Herbie. How are you?

You just get back?

- Mm-hmm.

- It's good to see you.

Thank you.

What's the matter?

- You were gay a minute ago.

- Yes, I know.

But it's all gone now.

Darling, I love you.

I can't help myself.

I know it's no good.

Let's get out of here.

You don't mind, do you?

Come on.

Jake? Jake!

You're not going, are you?

- I'd like to get some air.

- At least let me buy you a drink.

- No, the bar's too crowded.

- I'll get it. What are you having?

- Ah, Pernod.

- You, Jake?

Just another beer, please.

- Now, was that really necessary?

- I didn't want to argue.

- Oh, Brett.

- Thank you.

- Zizi?

- Yes?

Zizi, I came

with that girl in the green.

Uh-

- The one with the feather on?

- That's right.

- If she asks for me, give her this, will you?

- But will she understand?

I think so.

Just tell her it's taxi fare home.

She must live in Marseille.

Hey, Zizi.

Le Select, s'il vous plait.

- Merci bien, monsieur. Ca va.

- Ca va.

Taxi? A taxi?

No. Here.

Oh, darling, I've been so miserable.

It rained every day in Vienna.

And the Danube's brown.

It's not blue.

And I missed you. I missed you.

It didn't work out.

Being away from you

is worse than being here.

It wasn't exactly easy for me.

I suppose not.

Funny thing,

but the first week I was all right.

I didn't have a drink - not one.

And then I ran into some people

we knew during the war...

and it all started all over again.

Nothing ever really changes, does it?

I know I shouldn't have come back.

But I couldn't stay away either.

We can't go through

all that hell again.

No.

I had to see you. You understand?

You said to me that one day

I'd come to hate you.

I wish I did.

I'm going to marry Michael, Jake,

and go away with him.

It's the only thing to do.

Have you heard from him?

Almost every day. He's in Scotland.

Well, he's a nice guy.

What about you, Jake?

Are you all right?

Yes. I could be worse off.

I could be dead.

Don't we pay for the things

we do though?

When I think of all the hell

I put other people through.

I'm paying for it all now.

Don't be silly.

Would you mind

if I ask you to do something?

Of course not.

Will you kiss me just once more

before we get there?

- Merci, monsieur.

Let's go inside.

Let's take this one.

Bonsoir, monsieur, madame.

- Feel better?

- A little.

Who's Robert Cohn, Jake?

A writer. Why?

Just interested in your friends.

- He's my tennis friend.

- He doesn't look the athletic type.

Well, that shows how wrong you can be.

He was middleweight

boxing champion at Princeton.

Really? Well, he certainly

doesn't look very pugnacious.

He learned to box in order

to survive in the Ivy League.

I don't think he's ever hit anyone

in his life outside a gym.

You did say Pernod,

didnt you, Lady Brett?

I certainly did.

It's very nice of you to remember.

- It wasn't very long ago.

- Sit down, Robert.

- Why did you leave the dancing?

- The same reason you did.

It was too hot.

Everybody's coming over here.

- Who's everybody?

- Well, the count, Zizi, the Braddocks.

That girl you brought

got into a terrible row after you left.

She has a wonderful command

of the idiom.

- What happened then?

- I don't know. I came here.

- Here they are.

Ah! Zizi.

- Well, I'm going home.

- Oh, no. Don't go. It's early.

It's not that early.

Lady Brett, I wondered

what had happened to you.

My dear sir,

you have spirited the lady away...

but I cannot say I blame you.

- Well, I didn't spirit her far enough, it seems.

- Absolutely right.

Lady Brett,

I know you love dancing.

Therefore,

I brought with me the musicians.

Ah, Zizi.

Will I see you tomorrow?

- Sure.

- Call me around 5:00.

All right.

Well, my dear sir, you sure you wouldn't

stay with us and have a glass of wine?

Thank you,

but I have to work in the morning.

- Good night, Robert. Good night, Brett.

- I'm sorry. Very sorry.

You leaving again?

- Yes. I'm a working man.

- I am a working girl.

- Well, I guess we keep different hours.

- Probablement. Bonsoir.

- Bonsoir. Good night, Peter.

- Good night, Jake.

- Good night.

- Good night.

What's the matter, Jake?

Oh, nothing.

The whole show makes me sick,

that's all.

- Yes, I know.

Come on, Lady!

Say, what do you know

about Lady Brett Ashley, Jake?

Well, her name's Ashley.

Brett's her own name.

She's an American.

Married an Englishman during the war.

He was killed in Flanders.

- Have you known her a long time?

- Sure.

She was a V.A.D. in a hospital I was in

in Italy during the war.

She's very attractive.

There's a quality about her, a certain style.

She's very nice.

She seems to be

absolutely fine and straight.

You sound as if you were

pretty interested.

I am.

Well, then let me give you the facts.

She's a drunk and a drifter.

She's gonna marry

a guy named Mike Campbell.

- That way she'll have a rich but sodden old age.

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