Under The Volcano Page #4

- Feeling better?

- New man. Revived.

No past, only future.

Now be still.

[Water Stops ]

Oh, hey. No, listen.

We ought to go to the fiesta.

-What, now?

- Yes, it will be all, all gone tomorrow.

I mean, we ought to,

unless, of course, you're too fagged.

[ Laughs ]

No, I'm fine.

Now hold still.

I'm doing your neck.

"Don't be careful,"

as the Mexicans say.

- [ Humming ]

- I'll be backin a moment.

- Mm-hmm.

- [Door Closes ]

- All right.

- [ Humming Continues ]

She looks well.

- Doesn't she, huh?

- Yes. She does.

[ Murmuring ]

Mmm. Looks well.

I think-

I think I will only drink beer

today on our outing.

Chin. Chin.

There's nothing like...

beer-

[ Coughs ]

beer to straighten one out.

-You know?

- Mm-hmm.

-And then -

- Uh-huh, uh-huh.

Then go back to the strychnine.

Strychnine. Who knows?

- [ Making Nasal Sounds ]

- Uh-huh.

Who knows?

I may actually-

I may get off it completely.

- Well, you ought to try.

- Yes.

- Yes, yes. Yes, yes, yes.

- All right?

Yes, yes, yes.

Look, Geoff, shouldn't I -

Shouldn't I leave?

- Leave?

- Yes.

Immediately,

rather than hang around.

Whatever for?

Well, I thought

it might make things easier.

M-Make what eas-easier?

For the two of you. Here.

- For the two of us?

-Yes.

I mean, now that Yvonne's back,

you'll be very well looked after.

- What are you afraid of?

- Nothing.

Yvonne's wiles

or your own baser instincts?

For Christ's sake,

should I go or not?

Wouldn't it look rather odd,

you just shooting off?

Stay, Hugh.

Hmm. Of course. You must stay.

Ready.

You look very... very.

Thank you.

Mmm. Here.

No sepuede vivirsin amar.

What?

"One cannot live without love."

It really is an extraordinarily nice day

for a trip.

We should, uh, carry on to Tomalin

after the fiesta.

No car.

Where's your sense of adventure?

We can take the bus.

Get there in time for the charreada.

Ole! and all that.

- Are we up to that?

-"Up to that?'

"Up to that?' What a question.

Oh, they look so serene.

[ Geoffrey ]

Our ever-present guardian angels.

[Yvonne ]

Popocatepetl and his sleeping lady.

- We should pay them a visit.

- That's the spirit.

After the bulls,

we'll pop up old Popo...

and look into the hot heart

of the volcano.

- One step at a time, old man.

- [ Chuckling ]

[ Geoffrey ]

Doctor Vigil!

- Buenos dias.

- Buenos dias.

I am glad, after last night,

you are among the living.

- Buenos dias, doctor.

- Buenos dias.

Hello, Doctor.

Nice to see you again.

- Since when you are here?

- I came this morning.

Miraculous.

Truly it is a miracle.

In the night, we pray to the Virgin

for those who have nobody them with.

The consul and me,

we pray for your return...

and now you are here.

Is it not wonderful?

Geoffrey? Did you?

I might point out, amigo,

Yvonne left New York over a week ago.

It seems your miracle is after the fact.

Ah, but the Virgin, she knew you were

going to pray before ever you prayed.

Is still more miracle.

The good doctor makes logic and faith

lie down together like the lion and the lamb.

Doctor, what would you prescribe

for a chronic case...

of uncontrollable, all-possessing

and inescapable delirium tremens?

More alcohol is best,

in a quantity moderated.

- Precisely. You hear that, you two?

- Uh, I heard "moderated."

Doctor, would you care to join me

in a little moderation?

[ Chuckling ]

I cannot. I must see to a child coming.

- So I leave the family to be together.

- [ Chuckling ]

Senora Firmin, truly you are a miracle.

Thank you, Doctor.

Buenos dias.

It's a lovely day.

We shall have thunder.

- [ Geoffrey ] Adios.

- Adios.

- Did you?

- What?

Go to the shrine.

I'm sure I couldn't tell you honestly.

Uh, the events of last night

are some what, uh, dim.

Ah.

"Plingen, plangen, aufgefangen...

swingen, swangen at my s-side."

Uh -"Swootle, pootle...

"offto Bootle.

Nemesis:
a pleasant ride!"

[ Laughs ]

I arrived in heaven!

[ Carnival ]

- [ Continues ]

- [ Speaks Spanish ]

[ Spanish, Dramatic]

[ Devil Babbling, Screeching ]

[ Screaming]

[ Screaming ]

[ Gasps]

[Children Laughing ]

[ Spanish]

[Spanish Continues ]

[Spanish]

Donalnes.

-Dona Ins! Dona Ins!

- [Children Laughing ]

[ Spanish]

[Spanish Continues ]

[Brass Band:
Festive ]

That's the way to contend

with the grim reaper.

Offer him a drink and a dance!

Will you two talk to me

after I've gone?

Offer me bread and sugar skulls to help me

on my journey into the next world?

Oh, absolutely, old man.

Once a year.

You should write something

about the Day of the Dead.

- It's been done.

- Oh.

Give it a -

Give it a Marxist interpretation.

Matter of fact, I've about decided

to trade in the old typewriter...

for a musket.

I might-

I just might go back to England,

enlist in the R.A.F.

This next war will be fought in the air.

The next war?

Just the same old one.

Oh, no, no, Geoff.

This time, it won't be for territories

or possessions, but for our very souls.

Our souls? Ah, good.

Sowe still have them, do we?

I thought, uh -

But no, I mustn't judge others

as I judge myself.

You have a soul, Geoff.

You have a great soul.

I must have mislaid it then.

Perhaps you'll help me to find it, my dear.

-Well, shall we brave the rides?

- The infernal machine?

[ Geoffrey ]

Not me. You two go on. I'll catch up.

- Shall we go back?

- No, no. Go on. Enjoy yourselves.

I'll fortify myself for the bus ride.

Hair of the dog, you know.

Go on. I'll - I'll, uh, catch up.

I think perhaps you've

come back just in time.

I would've come back sooner.

Why didn't you?

Well, I wasn't sure he wanted me to.

He never answered my letters.

I don't think he ever read them.

- What?

- Your letters.

He carries them around

stuffed inside his shirt...

but I don't think he ever opened them.

[Bells Jangling ]

I cannot find them at all.

Think of places you can go.

Think in your mind the cantinas

where you go all the time.

-Think.

- Bustamante's.

Hmm. Si. El Sol de la Noche.

They're not there.

El Popo? No. El Petate? No.

Uh, Todos Contentos y Yo Tambin?

No.

- El Farolito.

- [ Laughs ] No.

Senor Consul, you never been there.

- Yes, once.

- Oh, you makin' a joke on me.

Gentlemens never go to El Farolito.

Es horrible. Es muymalo.

Men balls turn blue...

and then they go sick,

and then they go crazy and they die.

Ha! If anybody be there,

I break the glass here.

Believe me, dona Gregoria,

I am as chaste as a new-frocked priest.

There's no need to break my glass.

Only fill it again on your own,

dona Gregoria.

Ay, senor Consul. Hmm.

After a while, I began to wonder.

If a man can hold his liquor as well as Geoff,

why shouldn't he drink?

Somehow, Hugh,

that is not very consoling.

I'm simply at a loss

as to how to help him.

Perhaps we should get away from here,

away from Cuernavaca.

- Find a farm somewhere.

- A farm?

A real farm, with a red barn and silos

and pigs and chickens.

What, no guinea fowl?

No peacocks?

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