The Sun Also Rises Page #7

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Oh, little darlings.

Waiter! Oh, waiter!

Waiter?

Psst! Tsk, tsk, tsk. Garon! Boy!

- Nobody home.

You know something?

The service around this town

is getting worse and worse every night.

Perhaps it's me.

Thank you.

As a matter of fact, I'm afraid it is me.

Nobody seems to pay

much attention to me anymore.

Perhaps the word has leaked out

about your finances.

A definite possibility.

- Waiter!

- Where is Brett?

- I don't know.

- She was with you.

Well, maybe she's gone home to bed.

Sit down, Robert. I don't know where she is.

Don't lie. You do know.

- I'm not lying.

- Oh, shut up, Cohn.

She's probably gone off

with a bullfighter.

Maybe they're married by now.

- Is that where she is?

- Go away, Robert.

She was with you.

Is that where she is?

- I'll make you tell me!

- You miserable-

- Waiter!

- Why, you absolute ruffian!

Jake! Jake!

- Are you all right, man?

Take it easy.

Wait a minute. Hold on.

You crazy Americans! Please go!

I beg your pardon.

I am not an American.

I say, old boy, you were out cold.

- Where were you?

- Oh, I was around.

He knocked Mike down too.

- Fellow must be a boxer.

- Yes, he is.

Who hit me?

Robert, go away.

Please, please, leave.

Robert! Robert, stop it!

Stop it! Robert, stop it!

- Stop it!

What are you doing? Are you crazy?

Get out! Stop it.

Robert, stop it! Robert!

Robert, stop it!

- Stop it!

Stop it!

Robert! Robert! Listen to me!

Please listen to me! Please, Robert!

Robert, listen to me!

Listen! You must go!

Don't you understand

what you're doing? Robert!

- Robert!

- Oh, Brett.

- What have I done?

- Please, you must go, Robert.

Please.

I love you, Brett.

Please leave now.

Pedro. Pedro.

Pedro. Pedro.

Well, here's old Jake,

the human punching bag.

- Ooh.

- Very funny.

- How do you feel?

About the way those guys look.

Let's go find Mike.

Gentlemen, good morning.

I was wondering

what had become of you.

- How are you, Mike?

- Never better, dear boy. Never better.

Well, as good as can be expected.

- Sit down. Sit down. Have your shoes shined.

- No, no. Thanks.

- I've had mine done seven times.

- They look pretty clean.

Ah, yes. But you cannot get

these fellows to agree.

- El senor, huh?

- No, no. No.

Oh, need somebody for old Jake.

Can't leave him sitting around doing nothing.

No, I'm all right. I guess.

Jake, you may think youre all right...

but your shoes need shining.

Now, look-

Oh.

Here comes Her Ladyship.

- Brett.

- I'm glad I found you.

- Uh, more beer.

- Si, senor.

- More shrimps. Gambas.

- Muy bien.

- Has Robert left yet?

- I don't know.

Nobody's seen him since last night.

- How's Romero?

- He's all right. He won't leave his room.

- Is he badly hurt?

- Yes, but he's going to fight this afternoon.

Brett has got a bullfighter.

She had a bloody nuisance for a while,

but that didn't work out.

Now she's got a bullfighter

with blue pants.

And where am I? I'm sitting here

having my shoes shined.

Mike, take it easy, huh?

Take it easy.

Tell me, Lady Brett,

how is your boyfriend?

Very well.

Watch him this afternoon.

Will you walk with me, Jake?

I'd like to talk to you.

Yes, go ahead.

Tell him all about your bull fighter.

To hell with your bullfighter!

- It's all right. It's all right.

I'll pay for it. Be quiet!

Dont worry about a thing.

I shall pay for everything.

- Oh, be quiet, will you! I'll take care-

Si, senor.

A ridiculous-looking type.

I think I'll teach him a lesson.

- He's just playing. Come on. Let's go.

Rather bad form, that, wasn't it?

Forget it, Mike.

We all have our moments.

- That policeman- He struck me.

- Mike, forget it!

- I'm going back-

- No, you're not!

I am!

I forgot my binoculars.

Is there, uh, anything

you want me to do?

No, just walk with me.

I dont want to go in yet.

He's still asleep.

- I wish the wind would die down.

It's dangerous for him.

I know.

He says the bulls are all right.

They are good.

Will you wait for me a minute?

You know, I'm really not worried about him.

I know he'll be all right.

I do wish the wind would drop.

It may go down by 5:00.

Let's hope so.

Is, uh, that what you were praying for?

No, I was praying for him.

You will look after Mike,

won't you, Jake?

Yeah.

What are you thinking?

Just lucky that I'm around

to look after your wounded.

He looks frightened.

He's young.

He doesn't know much.

Don't listen to anything.

Just watch.

Ol! Ol!

Ol!

Ol!

Ol!

Ol! Ol!

Ol!

Ol!

Agua.

Ol!

Ol! Ol!

Ol! Ol!

Ol! Ol!

Only one pic.

He's certainly not gonna live

to be a very old bullfighter.

It's empty.

Agua.

Romero!

Romero! Romero! Romero!

Romero! Romero! Romero!

Romero! Romero! Romero!

- Romero! Romero! Romero!

- What do they want?

They want him to place

his own banderias.

- Romero! Romero!

- Oh, but he can't. He's all bruised.

Romero! Romero! Romero!

- Romero! Romero!

For you.

Ol!

Ol!

Ol!

- Ol!

Oh, this is a special kind of hell.

Their women usually stay at home.

I can understand why.

Ol!

- Ol!

- Ol!

- Toro!

Ol! Ol!

Ol! Ol!

Ol!

Ol!

Ol! Ol!

- Toro!

- Ol!

Ol!

Ol! Ol!

Ol! Ol!

Senor.

Romero would like to speak to you.

He'll take you to him.

- I'll meet you at the hotel.

Jake?

Jake!

Well, what is it, Robert?

About last night, Jake-

I wasn't myself.

No? Then who hit me?

I know nothing I can say

will change matters...

but... I was in love with her, Jake.

That's why I took everything.

I knew right from the beginning

it was hopeless...

but I couldn't resign myself to the fact.

I hung around.

I hung around when I knew

I should get out, but I couldn't go, Jake.

People always want

what they can't have, I guess.

I don't know. She was the only person

I ever met who made any sense to me.

- Forget it, Robert.

- But-

You were the only friend I had, Jake.

Forget it. It wasn't all your fault.

Have a drink.

I'll see you tonight at dinner.

I'm leaving tonight.

- Where are you going?

- To Paris... and then America.

I'm going to see Frances

and try to straighten things out.

I only hope I'm not too late.

I hope so too. Good luck, Robert.

Thanks, Jake.

Enter, friend or foe.

Oh, Jake. Come in, old boy.

Yes, Brett's gone.

Gone off with her bullfighter.

Frankly, I don't think

she should have done it.

Very bad, actually.

- Oh, Jake, care for a drink?

- No. No.

- I can ring down and get you some.

- No, no, thanks.

- I was just going upstairs to lie down.

- Oh.

You know, I- I told her

she was making a mistake...

asking for trouble.

You know what she did?

She said something rather funny.

She said,

"Oh, I've given up such a lot.

I've had such a happy life

with the British aristocracy. "

Pretty funny, dont you think?

Ah, Brett. Dear, dear Brett.

Uh, Jake, just out of curiosity,

are you drunk?

No.

I see. Well, I am.

Why dont you try

to get some sleep, Mike?

Mm-hmm. I will, old boy.

A little later, hmm?

Oh, Jake, uh, you won't forget

to come to dinner tonight, will you?

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