Where the Buffalo Roam Page #4

I want 10,000 words by deadline Sunday!

You don't want any bogus journalism.

Not after your picture was in Newsweek

playing horsey.

Go long. El zono finale.

I want 10,000 words, Thompson.

Head for the sunset! Deeper, deeper!

Do you hear me?

You all right?

Oh, good.

Direct pressure is best. I'll get a Band-Aid.

We're getting some noise complaints

up on 20.

- We'll check it out, sir.

- Do that.

Excuse me. You guys,

come here for a minute, will you?

- What's your name?

- Briggs.

- Danny.

- Blackie.

Tomorrow's Super Sunday,

I gotta get a super rest.

You look like you know what you're doing.

Get down the hallway...

...and muzzle that fruitcake.

- I'll take care of it.

- This is for you.

- You're gonna take care of it?

- Yeah.

F***in' A, you will. Right over there.

No more calls, God damn it!

I want some discipline on that front desk.

Does the name Vince Lombardi

mean anything in this town?

Hollywood scum. All right.

Rose!

Rose, you turned it over, sorry. It's our ball.

Angel, let's do it.

Your conversions are gonna tell a story.

Go down... behind the bar.

I'll look for you.

Right, she's in that Dallas flex.

Five-three! 58!

- 19 blue!

- Louder. Help him.

Hello?

Pork chop! Hut-hut!

Forced to scramble!

Touchdown!

Touchdown.

Hold it, come on.

I got a key here someplace.

- Just don't let him bullshit you.

- Hey.

Don't worry about a thing. I got it.

Watch the linebacker.

Pick him up! Dah!

- Sh*t.

- Briggs. Oh, Briggs?

Briggs?

Brownie? Yeah, it's Blackie.

Did the price change?

I didn't sleep a wink since I spoke to you.

Super Sunday. Dawn.

My recollections of the last 12 hours

are very dim.

All that I know for certain is that,

shortly after I checked in,

two Third World drug abusers

dressed as hotel employees

forced their way into my room, ransacked it,

drank all my liquor, did all my drugs,

stole my dinner.

If security isn't beefed up at this hotel,

I'm looking for safer accommodations.

It's a sad state of affairs when this reporter

has to go heavily armed to breakfast.

And what a breakfast it is.

Still alive, still kicking.

Could I have another round?

- Of cocktails?

- Everything. Cocktails, food.

Super Sunday, you gotta store up energy.

Could go into sudden death.

Yeah.

Enjoying myself? I'm in a f***ing nuthouse.

Sir, you can't come in here looking like that.

I'm the President of the United States

and I can do anything I want.

Hi, guy.

Brownie, this you wouldn't believe.

All bets off, I'm coming home.

Hi. Sock it to me!

Fellow Americans. Ha-ha-ha.

- Come on, let's get out of here.

- There's one of them.

Oh, boy, Thompson,

you always knew this could happen.

- Well?

- You look good.

Sock it to me.

- Does he want a menu?

- Cottage cheese and ketchup?

No, thanks, we're in... sort of a rush.

Thank God for that.

Lazlo. What happened to you?

Hey, man, I brought you a present, man.

Go ahead, try it on.

Come on, hurry up. We gotta get moving.

- Moving?

- We got a lot of ground to cover.

- Let's get out of here.

- I can't get out of here.

- I can't go.

- Thompson, this is me. Lazlo.

I know. I saw you in the mask,

I said, "Hey, that's Lazlo. "

- I'm here in the flesh.

- I'm sure there's a reason for that too.

- I've got a deadline to meet.

- Deadline?

- I gotta do this story.

- What? You're not a f***ing sportswriter.

- That hurts.

- I don't see you for three f***ing years

and you have the nerve to sit there

and tell me you got a deadline.

Now come on before I get pissed off.

Get your souvenir pennants here.

Dallas, Miami, we got 'em here.

Nothing good can come from this.

- Relax.

- Relax?

You grabbed me

off an important assignment

to go on who knows what kind of freakout.

Excuse me.

There we go.

Get your programmes.

I got programmes.

Get your pennants here.

It's good weed.

I got caps,

I got Dallas Cowboy caps...

Say, do you fellas like football?

Say what?

I got a couple Super Bowl tickets here.

Let me see.

These look good. How much you want?

Who's talking sell? Let's talk trade.

- Trade?

- Yeah, say... that ticket for...

that bottle of wine.

That ticket... for that wine?

Good.

- Nice hat.

- That is a beauty.

- I like the hat

- The hat for the ticket?

- That's great.

- Seems fair.

Great.

Here. You'll need these.

- What are they?

- These'll get you into the press box.

- Press passes.

- Room keys.

Good thinking.

Here. Go on up,

have a drink before the game.

- This your room?

- Yeah, all paid for.

Thank you.

Have a nice Super Bowl Sunday.

You too.

Tickets, and passes, and a key?

- Some sh*t going down somewhere.

- Tough.

I tried to call you a few times.

Yeah, well, I moved out of town.

Yeah, consolidate your winnings, huh?

Yeah, be proud, man.

You're becoming a famous writer.

The famous Dr Gonzo.

I can't account for

how people deal with it, you know.

I've done OK. Sh*t...

You know what I really liked, though?

That column where you tried to find out

where I was.

You were missed, Lazlo, by a lot of people.

Not by me, of course, but...

I got a new approach now, a new plan.

I wish you luck in your new endeavour.

- Come on.

- I got it.

Come closer, man. Closer.

OK, there you go.

You know, I'm an endangered species.

Kind of like the buffalo.

Like, a lot of people thought I was dead,

but you don't write any postcards

when you're on the road to self-discovery.

I mean, the journey to enlightenment

is a long trip

and that's the way it is, you know?

You just keep going further and further

and deeper and deeper

into higher and higher realms

of consciousness.

- Am I right?

- Yes, sir, I think so.

You've been there too, huh?

- I think so, sir.

- Course he has. Look at his eyes.

- I just don't pick up anybody hitchhiking.

- Yeah, yeah.

I have been completely reborn.

I am a new man.

- Nyuh!

- I've been to outer regions.

And I've walked with the king. You dig it?

I have walked with the king!

I've stood on the mountain,

I saw all the earth, man!

- It's all over myself here.

- And he talked back.

He talked back.

He said, "It's all right, man. It's all right. "

We were all right.

Well, this is all good news. Very comforting.

This is empty.

I think I'd like to get out pretty soon.

Oh.

You don't wanna get out around here.

No, hey, we're your friends. Relax.

Lazlo...

you may have been wrong about him.

He may not... fit in.

How much do you think he knows?

Enough to put us in personal danger.

Boy. That kid was sick.

- Why did you pick him up?

- He needed help.

He was out of his mind. What is with you,

picking up weirdos? I knew right away.

He could've done serious damage.

- I like to help people.

- He had a wooden hand.

I thought he was just tense.

Mr Lewis?

I'm sorry, there's no answer, Mr Lewis.

That's impossible. Just keep ringing.

I'm certain he's up there.

Hello? Hello?

Hunter? Hunter what?

Ain't nobody doin' no huntin' up here, fool!

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