The Sun Also Rises Page #6

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their poor old mothers.

Yes, and tell me

what drunks they are.

Oh, frightening. Drunk all day.

And beat their poor old mothers

all night long.

- Yes, he looks the type.

- Excuse me just a minute.

I just wanted to tell you how much

I enjoyed your work this afternoon.

Jake, you might introduce us

to your friends.

Would you come

and have a drink with us?

Yes. I like.

- Senor Romero, Lady Ashley, Mr. Cohn.

- How do you do?

- Mr. Campbell. Bill Gorton you know.

- Ol.

- Hello, senor.

Since watching you

in the bullring this afternoon...

I'm ashamed of being a writer.

This gentleman is a writer.

This one too.

And the other senor-

What does he do?

Tell him the bulls

had no horns today.

What does he mean?

Go ahead, Jake.

Tell him the bulls had no horns today.

He's drunk. Borracho.

Tell him Brett just wants to see him

in those blue pants again.

- Pipe down, Mike.

- May I offer you a toast to-

- To Pedro Romero.

- Gracias.

Pedro?

I'm sorry. I... must go. Adios.

- Adios.

- Senora.

Oh, he's charming, polite-

something you wouldn't expect at all.

I wanted to tell him

what I thought of the bulls...

but old Jake kept interrupting me.

Nobody was interrupting you.

Oh, Jake did. But-

I'd like to get this thing settled.

Uh, you-What have you

got to say about it?

Or are you just gonna sit there, as usual,

looking quietly superior?

Cut it out, will you, Mike?

Of course, I'm not

one of you literary fellows.

I'm not clever at all.

But I do know when I'm not wanted.

Now, why don't you just take

that sad face and go away, hmm?

- Don't you think I'm right, Jake?

- Sure. Sure.

Let's all go over to the Iruna.

No, uh-uh. I want to know

if I'm right.

You see, I happen to love

that woman sitting there.

Oh, don't start that again, Mike.

Shove it along, will you, darling?

I know what I'm saying.

Jake does too.

So, just go away, hmm? Go away.

- But I won't go.

- Oh.

Then I suppose I shall have to make you.

- Come on.

- What's that?

- It's the fireworks.

Come on, Mike. Let's go out

and have a look at the show.

- Fireworks? Good idea.

- It's outside. You can see it from there.

Globos illuminados.

A bunch of bloody fireworks all fizzling.

That's us.

If he's getting philosophical again, Jake,

we'd better get out of here.

- Mike?

- Hmm?

- Her Ladyship wants a drink.

- Oh, how you know things.

Oh, well, go ahead. I'll join you.

We'll see you later.

Magnificent display, is it not?

- Oh!

- Let's go in here.

Jake, I'm so sick and tired

of the whole thing-

Robert, Michael, the whole group.

Well, it's been hard on Mike

having Robert around.

Yes, I know. But he doesn't

have to behave like that.

Everyone behaves badly,

given the proper chance.

You wouldn't behave badly.

I don't know. I- I'd probably be

as big a fool as Mike or Robert.

- That's not true.

- Yes, it is.

You think the whole thing's my fault,

don't you, Jake?

Well, let's say that I don't think

youre just an innocent bystander.

It's funny, but, you know...

I really thought we had a chance-

Michael and I.

I should have known better.

But I was so happy

when he arrived in San Sebastian.

- Was he sober?

- Yes, he was.

But it's not the drinking.

It's not anything he does.

And what about Cohn?

Did you think you had a chance there too?

Oh, don't be difficult, Jake.

I feel badly enough as it is tonight.

Can I have some coffee?

They don't have any coffee here.

- It stopped raining. Shall we go?

- Mm-hmm.

Dos pesetas.

Gracias.

No, this way.

- He was there.

- Yes.

Can't stand to be away from you.

I feel sorry for him.

I don't. I hate him.

I hate his suffering.

He enjoys it.

- Dos cafs, por favor.

- Si, senor.

I've changed my mind.

I want a brandy.

- Caballero.

- Senor.

- Con mucho gusto.

Oh, there's Romero.

- Gracias.

- Por nada.

Oh, he's coming over.

- Buenos noches.

- Buenos noches.

- Senora.

- Won't you sit down and join us?

- For a moment, yes.

- Will you have a drink with us?

- No, I am with some people over there.

- You fight tomorrow, hmm?

Si. But not with Algabena.

He was hurt today in Madrid.

- Did you hear?

- No. Badly?

- No, it was here. Nothing.

- May I?

- You tell fortunes?

- Sometimes.

- Do you mind?

- No, I like it.

Tell me that I will live for always...

and I will be a millionaire.

- Do you see any bulls in my hand?

- Oh, yes, thousands of them.

Good!

Then a thousand duros apiece.

Tell me some more.

Oh, it's a very good hand.

I think youll live a long time.

Say it to me, not to your friend.

I said that you would live a long time.

I know it.

I am never going to die.

No, don't do that.

The bulls are my best friends.

Do you always kill your friends?

Always. So they... do not kill me.

You know English very well, dont you?

Si. Pretty well sometimes...

but I must not let anybody know.

It would be very bad for a torero

who speaks English.

Oh, yes? Why?

Well, bullfighters

are not supposed to be like that.

- What are bullfighters supposed to be like?

Like at that table over there.

No, I- I must forget my English.

Oh, not for a little while yet.

- No?

- No.

All right.

Excuse me. I'll go see

what happened to Bill and Mike.

No, no, no. Sit down.

I just want to go find our friends.

I'd like another brandy, please.

Will you... finish telling my fortune?

Of course.

But it might take a little while.

Since you say I will live so long...

I have time.

Of course, you mustn't believe

all the things I tell you.

Whatd you do that for?

- Huh?

- You're wasting good wine, man.

Well, there was a fly in my glass.

There's been a fly in every glass I've had

since I came down here.

What's the matter?

I don't know. I'm just low. That's all.

Oh, come on. Have a Pernod.

That's what they're for.

- No, that won't do any good.

Look, Bill, I-

I hate to let you down...

but I've got to get out of here.

What? Where do you want to go?

Back to Paris. Fishing.

I don't know. Anywhere.

Oh, come on. What's the hurry?

Oh, I've had it. That's all.

Look, here. Here's some money.

Pay my share of the hotel bill...

and if theres anything left,

I'll pick it up from you later.

Jake, I know how you feel.

You know how I feel?

No, you don't.

But why should you?

- Come on, Jake. Take it easy.

- Don't give me advice.

- I'm not giving you-

- And don't try to tell me how to live with myself.

I know all about that. It's living with

other people that gets tough once in a while.

Jake, Jake, come here.

Take it easy here. Come on.

- Talk about it in the morning. Do me a favor.

- Jake! Bill!

There you are.

I've been looking everywhere for you.

Come on. Join us.

Ladies, pray be seated.

Come on, little one.

There you are, my dear.

You know something? I've been thrown out

of three cafs since I've seen you last.

Only these little senoritas rescued me.

You're very lucky. All of you, I mean.

Do you know,

they don't speak a word of English.

They always seem to be thirsty.

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