But I remembered it now and it made me feel old and slightly nervous that "Get going! Yeamon laughed. I watched for a moment, then gave the driver a dollar and ran into the building. It was not yet seven o'clock, but the coffee shop was crowded. "You bastard," Sala muttered. both hands. I stared for several moments and fell into I watched her intently, smiling, feeling the ale in my veins, waiting for her to turn around for a swift contact with the eyes. . "Just virgins--hysterical virgins." "Robert thinks I mistreated Moberg. Get Textbooks on Google Play Rent and save from the world's largest eBookstore. Sala asked, lifting his beers off the tray. "The wheelers and the dealers--they love it here. Up ahead I saw an island, bright green in Real Estate | "Get up," I said angrily. ", Yeamon laughed. We sat there in silence until two men came out of an office on the other side of the room. Directed by Bruce Robinson. Check it out on Amazon: CHAPTER ONE. The Rum Diary gives us this side of him without apology . "What the hell is this? ", He grinned. Lotterman laughed nervously. Sala groaned miserably. In desperation, I hailed a cab and told him to take me to the Daily News. I grumbled and slumped back in the seat. "Robert, the streets are full of whores. This place will turn a man queer and crazy. "Two beers!" "Hell, I make that much in an hour--just for punching a button. The manuscript, begun in 1959, was discovered amongst Thompson's papers by Johnny Depp. ", "I don't know," I said. He laughed quickly. I remembered the expression on her face when she saw me with the old man pinned against the window. ", He shrugged. Beyond it a thick palm jungle stood between me and the ocean. In desperation, I hailed a cab and told him to take me to the Daily News. ", The waiter appeared with the beers and Sala snatched them off the tray. "You rotten little punks!" "Well, I hope you're ready to go. You have a feeling that something is wrong, that you can't get a grip. "Here's one," I said, giving the old man a savage jerk. "Did you come in on the morning plane? He shook his finger at me. I decided to get some breakfast and pick up my baggage later on. ", "Don't say that, Bob," said Lotterman. Finally I broke in. "I start work here tomorrow," I said. Without thinking, I slammed him back against The real people wanted no part of me. The air was hot, and a smell of sweat and garbage rode on "You talk like a caveman, Yeamon. Then they turned out the lights and I couldn't see anything. ", He grumbled something about being "robbed blind," and "watching it like a hawk. One was the tall American I'd seen fighting in the street. The Long Lost Novel. Then the stewardess arrived, followed by the co-pilot, who demanded to know what I thought I was doing. she asked me. I had this feeling, and when I got to the hotel I went straight to bed. Now and then I would glance up at the blonde head at the front of the plane. —The Washington Post Book World "A remarkably full and mature first novel . ISBN: 0-684-85521-6. ", Yeamon grinned. At six-thirty I left the bar and walked outside. "Sorry--thought you were after my film. Lotterman rubbed his hands together. Listen to trailer music, OST, original score, and the full list of popular songs in the film. On one side was the dark Atlantic, and, on the other, across the narrow city, were thousands of colored lights on cruise ships tied up at the waterfront. I shouted. "He must be a sadist.". ", Yeamon smiled and sat down. The last thing I remember is standing on the dirty bricks of Hudson Street, shaking hands It shattered my feeling of laziness and finally annoyed me so much that I sucked down the rest of my coffee and hurried out of the place. Business | "Get going! Science | He shook his head and pointed at the building, then at me. and beside it was a hand-painted sign saying "Coco Frio." "Who's that?" "Come on. He had never heard of it, so we drove back to Plaza Colon, where I leaned out the window and asked a cop. The moment I got inside I felt better. Phil Rollins, who'd worked with me, was paying for the ale, and I was swilling it down, trying to get drunk enough to sleep on the plane. Their voices set my teeth on edge. Some of the mob ran, but others stayed to argue. Chapter 107 - Say Yes First, Don't Sell Yourself. I walked up a long ramp, carrying my topcoat and my typewriter in one hand, and a small leather bag in the other. From inside came a babble of Spanish, an incoherent background for my scrambled thoughts. ", The clerk looked up, disregarding the shouts of the little man in front of me. I remembered the expression on her face when she saw me with the old man pinned against the window. he asked. "You're a fine Christian, Robert. In the cab I leaned back and lit a small cigar I'd bought in the coffee shop. He slammed his fist on the table. But the door opened on a dark hall, and a little to my left I heard the noise of the city room. When I got to the plane I had to shove past five or six people waiting to board. It was four-thirty when I woke up, hungry and dirty and not at all sure where I was. Perfect for acing essays, tests, and quizzes, as well as for writing lesson plans. I knew he was lying, but I didn't feel like taking the trouble to get a dollar changed. Arriving half-drunk in a foreign place is hard on the nerves. | Sala yelled. "Real quick. "That wild-eyed sonofabitch! The Daily News--the American newspaper--El You have a feeling that something is wrong, that you can't get a grip. The Rum Diary (Los diarios del ron en España y Diario de un seductor en Hispanoamérica) es una película estadounidense basada en la novela homónima de Hunter S. Thompson que se estrenó en 2011, escrita y dirigida por Bruce Robinson y producida por Christi Dembrowski y Johnny Depp.. Just ahead of us ", He dropped back in his chair. "We're going up to Al's--you hungry? ", "Sure I am," said Sala. He snarled back at them: "Here The others were standing now, laughing and jabbering as they waited for the stewardess to open the door. turn queer in this place, Kemp--mark my words. with Rollins and cursing the freezing wind that blew in off the river. I was late and there was a line at the reservations desk. ", "Jesus," Sala muttered. A few wore suits, but most of them had on what appeared The signs led me up another ramp and finally to the coffee shop. Read, review and discuss the entire Bridget Jones's Diary movie script by Andrew Davies on Scripts.com Synopsis: At the start of the New Year, 32-year-old Bridget (Renée Zellweger) decides it's time to take control of her life -- and start keeping a diary. ", "She's probably a lesbian," he replied. "No, I want you boys to eat." In winter of 2001, gonzo fans were provided a rare treat, a pissed off fax from HST which first … It showed every sign of having been flown down intact from a Catskill mountain resort. A Volkswagen Rum Diary marks the second time Depp has portrayed Thompson — he first played the author in 1998’s Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.At Monday’s panel, Depp spoke of … My wrinkled cord coat was five years old and frayed at the neck, my pants had no creases and, although it had never occurred to me to wear a tie, I was obviously out It was almost too much to overcome. with a kind of pride." The last thing I remember is standing on the dirty bricks of Hudson Street, shaking hands with Rollins and cursing the freezing wind that blew in off the river. "Before that, Europe.". " "Nothing--I'm off in three minutes.". and off with red neon explosions that lit up the whole area. Then he leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette. He jerked away and snarled something in Spanish, turning his head toward the window. "Can't do it from outside," he explained as I followed him into the alley. I fell in behind fifteen or so Puerto Ricans and one small blonde girl a few places ahead of me. He slapped our table with his palm. ", Sala nodded. Finally I broke in. "You rotten little punks!" There was a flurry of movement and I heard the sound of thumping and shouting. "You and Yeamon--that guy's a freak. It said I had reservations at the Condado Beach Hotel. "We can get by. With the palms zipping past and the big sun burning down on the road ahead, I had a flash of something I hadn't fell since my first months in Europe--a mixture of ignorance and a loose, "what the hell" kind of confidence that comes on a man when the wind picks up and he begins to move in a hard straight line toward an unknown horizon. I felt in my pocket--nothing but a nickel. She got her ticket and walked away toward the plane. None of us will last." I pegged her for a tourist, a wild young secretary going down to He laughed bitterly. I felt like something that had washed up on the beach. "I want to check by the apartment and see if Chenault's still asleep. "You're a plague, Yeamon--you'll suck me dry. Rather than seem like a pretender, I gave up on rum and ordered a beer. Not a blonde head anywhere. Find all 48 songs in The Rum Diary Soundtrack, with scene descriptions. I did some drinking there on the night I left for San Juan. the only white people on the plane, it would seem quite natural. ", Just then Lotterman called across the room: "What are you doing, Sala? I've been here longer than anybody--except Tyrrell, the city editor, He didn't even blink, and finally I shut my eyes and tried to sleep. I replied. I found my two duffel bags and had a porter carry them out to the cab. Nobody moved. We turned a corner and he suddenly hit his brakes. He flipped this table for no reason at all--this very table." I grabbed him again. ", Sala looked up. Sala shouted. The old man was still asleep and I leaned across him to look out the window. I took an elevator, half expecting to find myself lifted into the midst of more violence. "You know what I mean, Bob--let's try to be civil." What you need is a good job in Chicago. "Yessir, Bob," he said with a grin. I didn't He started to yell just as the girl went by and stopped a few feet up the aisle, looking around for a seat. Arts | The Plaza Colon was a hub for several narrow streets. From somewhere in its bowels came the clanging of Mr. Brahms' tune. No move--no pay.". I walked for thirty minutes, looking into windows of stores that sold "Ivy Liga" clothes, peering into foul bars full of whores and sailors, dodging people on the sidewalks, thinking I would collapse at any moment if I didn't find a restaurant. think we'd make it, but the little car staggered manfully over the crest and started up another steep hill. "Judge Kemp?" to make a go of it here, I would have to get some dazzling clothes. How old are you, Robert--about ninety?". "What's your name?". But the door opened on a dark hall, and a little to my left He was probably twenty-four or -five and he reminded me vaguely of myself at that I fell into one on the aisle and put my typewriter on the one next to the window. When they finally let me go I slunk I leaned back in the chair and sipped my drink. You've warned me. It was dawn when I woke up. pulled up behind us and three cops got out, waving long billyclubs and yelling in Spanish. "You a reporter? Just ahead of us was some kind of a gang-fight, a shouting mob, trying to enter an old greenish building that looked like a warehouse. When did you get in? "The Giver (Chapter 1)" Track Info I walked out on my balcony and stared down at the beach. He laughed. "And two beers," he added. It was almost too much to overcome. "What the fuck are you after? bastards outside," he said. He looked at the money and shook his head. "Never mind," said Sala. ", "Good!" nickel each. Then they turned out the lights and I couldn't see anything. the building. I caught snatches of conversation here and there: "... no such thing as cheap beach-front anymore ... yeah, but this ain't Montego, gentlemen ... don't worry, he has plenty, and all we need is ... sewed up, ", He looked at me as if it were incredible that I should have to ask. The plot showcases I took a shower, then went downstairs to the open-air lobby. I have to get on that plane! There was a friendly messiness about the place, a steady clatter of typewriters and wire machines, even the smell was familiar. "He's new--got here a few weeks ago. But she wasn't on the plane and by this time there were only two double "Here's one," I said, giving the old man a savage jerk. "What kind of a bully are you?" Before Hilton there was nothing; now the sky was the limit. The Rum Diary gives us this side of him without apology . Then I got in Millick's cab and slept all the way to the airport. Job Market | But, taking more tobacco and rum, he felt worse on the first of July. ", "Not right now," I said. was some kind of a gang-fight, a shouting mob, trying to enter an old greenish building that looked like a warehouse. I did some drinking there on the night I left for San Juan. ", "Yeah," I said. I walked up a long ramp, carrying my topcoat and ", "Man," I said with a smile. I shouted, slamming the door as I got in. "Go on," I said to the driver. "I slept most of the day. "I got that feeling at the airport." The airport in San Juan is a fine, modern thing, full of bright colors and suntanned people and Latin rhythms blaring from speakers hung on naked girders above the lobby. — The Washington Post Book World " A remarkably full and mature first novel . I groaned, feeling the web of sin and circumstance close down on the table. I shouted. "Jesus Christ!" "What the hell is this? Ricans stood along the rails, fishing in the shallow lagoon, and off to my right was a huge white shape beneath a neon sign that said Caribe Hilton. The girl came past me and I tried to smile at her, keeping the old man pinned against the window until I could back into the aisle. He stood up and pulled his coat off the back of the chair. I have no valid complaint against hustlers, no rational bitch, but the act of selling is repulsive to me. I heard a burst of laughter, then he disappeared into She got her ticket and walked away toward the plane. The baggage room was empty. Sweep came hurrying out with two more beers and Sala grabbed them off the tray. could see at least ten people. She had a fine little body and an impatient way of standing that indicated a mass of stored-up energy. "That's all he serves. They kept me there for ten minutes and at first I thought they meant to have me arrested. 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