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Originally posted by *matts*baby*gurl*@Jul 12 2003, 03:50 AM

well ya know id say i dont give a fuck bc i love those movies!!!


...And then I'd laugh in your face, and, y'know... possibly rip out your spine.
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Originally posted by The Brillo Pad of Agony+Jul 13 2003, 08:59 AM--<table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'<tr<tdQUOTE (The Brillo Pad of Agony @ Jul 13 2003, 08:59 AM)</td</tr<tr<td id='QUOTE'<!--QuoteBegin-*matts*baby*gurl*@Jul 12 2003, 03:50 AM

well ya know id say i dont give a fuck bc i love those movies!!!


...And then I'd laugh in your face, and, y'know... possibly rip out your spine.[/b][/quote]



that would be so fun to watch.it would take you like an hour.
that was one of the funniest parts




actually, this was the funniest part:



DUKE (V/O)

We were somewhere around Barstow on

the edge of the desert when the

drugs began to take hold.



DUKE (V/O)

I remember saying something like:

"I feel a bit lightheaded. Maybe

you should drive..."

DUKE (V/O)

Suddenly there was a terrible roar

all around us and the sky was full

of what looked like huge bats, all

swooping and screeching and diving

around the car...

DUKE (V/O)

... and a voice was screaming: Holy

Jesus! What are these goddamn

animals?



CUT TO WIDE SHOT OF CAR -



DUKE, eyes rigid, flails at the air. No bats anywhere.

GONZO casually looks over...



GONZO

What are you yelling about?



DUCK SCREECHES to the side of the road. The sudden wrench

makes GONZO nick his face with his razor.



DUKE

Never mind. It's your turn to drive.



DUKE (V/O)

No point mentioning these bats. I

thought. The poor bastard will see

them soon enough.



DUKE hops out of the car, keeping an eye out for bats,

frantically opens the trunk to reveal what looks like A

MOBILE POLICE NARCOTICS LAB. DUKE desperately rifles

through the impressive stash.



DUKE (V/O)

We had two bags of grass, seventy-

five pellets of mescaline, five

sheets of high powered blotter

acid, a salt shaker half full of

cocaine, a whole galaxy of multi-

colored uppers, downers, screamers,

laughers... Also a quart of tequila,

a quart of rum, a case of beer, a

pint of raw ether and two dozen

amyls.



DUKE, eyes darting madly as he hears what sounds like the

SHRIEKS OF BATS returning, grabs an assortment along with

another six-pack of beer - slams the trunk shut and dives

back into the car.



DUKE (V/O)

Not that we needed all that for the

trip, but once you get locked into

a serious drug collection, the

tendency is to push it as far as

you can.



THE RED SHARK RACES INTO THE DISTANCE... on the ground,

weakly flapping is a SEMI-SQUASHED, SLOWLY DYING ANIMAL... A

BAT?



EXT. FURTHER DOWN THE ROAD TO LAS VEGAS - DAY



IN THE RED SHARK



GONZO grips the wheel - stares maniacally down the road - a

lousy driver.



DUKE (V/O)

The only thing that really worried

me was the ether. There is nothing

in the world more helpless and

irresponsible and depraved than a

man in the depths of an ether binge.

And I knew we'd get into that

rotten stuff pretty soon.





GONZO

"ONE TOKE OVER THE LIIIIIIIIIIINE,SWEET JESUS!!"



DUKE

(muttering to himself)

One toke. You poor fool. Wait

till you see those goddamn bats.



UP AHEAD - AT THE SIDE OF THE DESERTED ROAD



A LONE HITCHHIKER spots them, jumps up and sticks out a

thumb. The RED SHARK roars past. Then, fifty yards down

the road...



GONZO

Let's give that boy a lift.



GONZO wrenches the wheel - THE RED SHARK swerves to the side

of the road.



DUKE

We can't stop here - this is bat

country!



GONZO JAMS THE CAR INTO REVERSE AND ROCKETS BACKWARDS. The

HITCHHIKER races to the car. A poor OKIE KID with a big grin.



HITCHHIKER

Hot damn! I never rode in a

convertible before!



Then the big grin freezes on the OKIE KID's face at the

sight of: DUKE and GONZO looking out at him with HYPER-

NORMAL, shit-eating SMILES.



DUKE

Is that right? Well, I guess

you're about ready, eh?



The HITCHHIKER hesitates.



GONZO

We're your friends. We're not like

the others.



DUKE

(hissing sharply)

No more of that talk or I'll put

the leeches on you.



DUKE turns back to the HITCHHIKER - smiles reassuringly.



EXT. EVEN FURTHER DOWN THE ROAD TO LAS VEGAS - DAY



The HITCHHIKER sits nervously in the back seat as the RED

SHARK screams down the road.



5.





GONZO sings along to the tape player.



The HITCHHIKER's eyes go to the door - considers jumping out

and taking his chances.



DUKE, sweating bullets, STARES AT THE HITCHHIKER in the rear

view mirror.



DUKE (V/O)

How long could we maintain, I

wondered. How long before one of

us starts raving and jabbering at

this boy? What will he think then?

This same lonely desert was the

last known home of the Manson family.



The HITCHHIKER's eyes notice a thin line of blood trickling

down GONZO's neck.



DUKE (V/O)

Would he make that grim connection

when my attorney starts screaming

about bats and huge manta rays

coming down on the car?



DUKE's mouth moves intermittently - sometimes in sync with

the words, sometimes not.



DUKE (V/O)

If so - well, we'll just have to

cut his head off and bury him

somewhere. Because it goes without

saying that we can't turn him loose.

He'd report us at once to some kind

of outback Nazi law enforcement

agency, and they'll run us down

like dogs...



DUKE

(out loud to himself)

Jesus! Did I say that?



DUKE (V/O)

Or just think it? Was I talking?

Did they hear me?



GONZO

(reassuringly to HITCHHIKER)

It's okay. He's admiring the shape

of your skull.



DUKE gives the HITCHHIKER a FINE BIG GRIN and the HITCHHIKER

giggles nervously.



6.





DUKE (V/O)

Maybe I better have a chat with

this boy I thought. Perhaps if I

explain things, he'll rest easy...



DUKE

(roaring over the

road noise)

THERE'S ONE THING YOU SHOULD

PROBABLY UNDERSTAND --



The HITCHHIKER stares at him, not blinking.



DUKE

(yells)

CAN YOU HEAR ME?



The HITCHHIKER nods -- giggles -- terrified. DUKE climbs

into the back seat.



DUKE

That's good. Because I want you to

have all the background. This is a

very ominous assignment -- with

overtones of extreme personal

danger. I'm a Doctor of Journalism!

This is important, goddamnit! This

is a true story!...

(WHACKS the BACK OF

THE DRIVER'S SEAT

with his fist)





The CAR SWERVES SICKENINGLY, then straightens out.



GONZO

(screams)

Keep your hands off my fucking neck!



The HITCHHIKER makes a sudden lunge for freedom. DUKE GRABS

HIM BACK DOWN.



DUKE (V/O)

Our vibrations were getting nasty --

but why? Was there no communication

in this car? Had we deteriorated

to the level of dumb beasts?



The HITCHHIKER STRUGGLES IN PANIC.



7.





DUKE

(to HITCHHIKER)

I want you to understand that this

man at the wheel is my attorney!

He's not just some dingbat I found

on the Strip. He's a foreigner. I

think he's probably Samoan. But it

doesn't matter, does it? Are you

prejudiced?



HITCHHIKER

Hell, no!



DUKE

I didn't think so. Because in

spite of his race, this man is

extremely valuable to me. Hell, I

forgot all about this beer. You

want one?

(HITCHHIKER shakes

his head)

How about some ether?



HITCHHIKER

What?



DUKE

Never mind. Let's get right to the

heart of this thing. Twenty-four

hours ago we were sitting in the

Pogo Lounge of the Beverly Wills

Hotel...



INT. THE BEVERLY WILLS HOTEL POGO LOUNGE 1971 - DAY



A uniformed DWARF, carries a shockingly PINK TELEPHONE

through the glittering, tranquil POGO LOUNGE CROWD. They

are the ELOI. HENDRIX AFROS and DROOPING MUSTACHES and BELL

BOTTOMS and LOVE BEADS and BELLS. ACTRESSES sip Singapore

Slings and PROMOTERS sip ACTRESSES in this MONIED, SANITISED

VERSION OF THE GREAT REVOLUTION YEARS.



DUKE (V/O)

... in the patio section, of

course, drinking Singapore Slings

with mescal on the side, hiding

from the brutish realities of this

foul year of Our Lord, 1971.



The DWARF reaches DUKE -- T-shirt, levis, sneakers and

shades. GONZO -- white rayon bellbottoms and a khaki tank

top undershirt. They are in the middle of a serious

conversation.



8.





DUKE

I'm telling you, the Salazar story

is getting too complicated. The

weasels have started closing in.



The DWARF sneers.



DWARF

Perhaps this is the call you've

been waiting for all this time,

sir...



DUKE lifts the receiver -- listens...



DUKE

Uh-huh... Uh-huh... Uh-huh...



DUKE hangs up the PHONE with the DEAD-PAN EXPRESSION OF A

MOVIE SPY.



DWARF

That was headquarters. They want

me to go to Las Vegas at once and

make contact with a Portuguese

photographer named Lacerda. He'll

have the details. All I have to do

is check into my sound proof suite

and he'll seek me out.



GONZO, says nothing for a moment, then POUNDS the table!



GONZO

God hell! I think I see the

pattern! This one sounds like real

trouble! You're going to need

plenty of legal advice before this

thing is over. As your attorney I

must advise you that you'll need a

very fast car with no top and after

that, the cocaine. And then the

tape recorder, for special music,

and some Acapulco shirts...

(GONZO tucks his

khaki undershirt into

his white

bellbottoms -- he

means business!)

This blows my weekend, because

naturally I'll have to go with

you -- and we'll have to arm

ourselves.



9.





DUKE

Why not? If a thing's worth doing,

it's worth doing right.



DUKE and GONZO are up and off. The DWARF chases after them

with the (very large) check in his hand.



They sweep out through the Lounge door, unaware of it

swinging back into the face of the pursuing DWARF.



DUKE

I tell you, my man. This is the

American Dream in action! We'd be

fools not to ride this strange

torpedo all the way to the end.



GONZO

Indeed. We must do it. What kind

of story is this?



EXT. BEVERLY WILLS HOTEL - FRONT ENTRANCE - DAY



DUKE and GONZO emerge.



DUKE

The Mint 400! The richest off-road

race for motorcycles and dune-

buggies in the history of organized

sport!

(handing parking

ticket to Valet)

-- a fantastic spectacle in honor

of some fatback grossero who owns

the luxurious Mint Hotel in the

heart of downtown Vegas... at least

that's what the press release says.



Their car arrives -- rusted out, smashed door panels. They

jump in.



DUKE

We're going to have to drum it up

on our own. Pure Gonzo Journalism.



And they're off in a cloud of black exhaust as the nose-

bleeding DWARF stumbles out with the unpaid bill in his hand.



EXT. SUNSET BLVD - DAY



The PINTO races through shot.



DUKE (V/O)

Getting hold of the drugs and

shirts had been no problem...



10.





EXT. POLYNESIAN BAR - DAY



The PINTO skids to a halt outside Polynesian bar, the back

window full of Hawaiian shirts.



DUKE (V/O CONT'D)

... but the car and tape recorder

were not easy things to round up at

6:30 on a Friday afternoon in

Hollywood.



INT. POLYNESIAN BAR - DAY



TORN YELLOW PAGES with dealer's ads ticked off lie in a pile

as GONZO yells into a PAYPHONE. DUKE carries over four

Singapore Slings.



GONZO

O.K., O.K., yes. Hang onto it.

We'll be there in thirty minutes.

(to DUKE -- hand over

the PHONE)

I finally located a car with

adequate horsepower and the proper

coloring.

(into PHONE)

What?! OF COURSE the gentleman has

a major credit card! Do you

realize who the fuck you're talking

to?



DUKE

Don't take any guff from these

swine.

(GONZO slams the

phone down)

Now we need a sound store with the

finest equipment. Nothing dinky.

One of those new Belgian Heliowatts

with a voice-activated shotgun

mike, for picking up conversations

in oncoming cars.



GONZO

We won't make the nut unless we

have unlimited credit.



DUKE

We will. You Samoans are all the

same. You have no faith in the

essential decency of the white

man's culture.



11.





EXT. SUNSET BLVD - DUSK



The PINTO races down street.



DUKE (V/O)

The store was closed, but the

salesman said he would wait, if we

hurried...



EXT. SUNSET BLVD - TRAFFIC JAM - DUSK



They're stuck in a traffic jam -- clouds of exhaust. DUKE

BANGS ON THE HORN IN FURY.



DUKE (V/O)

But we were delayed en route when a

Stingray in front of us killed a

pedestrain.



Directly in front of them: BLOODY CARNAGE -- a covered

corpse is loaded into an ambulance by PARAMEDICS.



EXT. CAR RENTAL AGENCY - NIGHT



DUKE (V/O)

We had trouble, again, at the car

rental agency.



Behind the wheel of the RED SHARK: DUKE grins with

satisfaction -- checking it out. A nervous AGENT holds out

a clipboard. DUKE signs without looking at the rental papers.



AGENT

Say... uh... you fellas are going

to be careful with this car, aren't

you?



DUKE

Of course.



DUKE throws the car into reverse -- roars backwards past the

gas pumps to where GONZO is unloading their rusted out car.



AGENT

Well, good god! You just backed

over that two foot concrete abutment

and you didn't even slow down!

Forty-five in reverse! And you

barely missed the pump!



DUKE

No harm done. I always test the

transmission that way. The rear

end. For stress factors.



12.





GONZO transfers boxes of new sound equipment and a large box

of rum and ice into the RED SHARK.



AGENT

Say. Are you fellows drinking?



DUKE

Not me. We're responsible people.



He JAMS the car into LOW GEAR and lurches into traffic. The

AGENT runs into the street and helplessly watches them go.



GONZO

There's another worrier. He's

probably all cranked up on speed.



EXT. RUNDOWN BEACH HOUSE - NIGHT



STRANGE AND MAGICAL. In the moonlight: the silhouetted

figures of DUKE and GONZO as they pack the RED SHARK.



DUKE (V/O)

We spent the rest of that night

rounding up materials and packing

the car. Then we ate some mescaline

and went swimming.



The surf crashes in the distance...



EXT. PACIFIC OCEAN - NIGHT



DUKE cries out as he dives into the ocean. He lets himself

float up through the silvery bubbles...



DUKE AND GONZO FLOAT BEATIFICALLY IN THE GLOWING, SHIMMERING

MOONLIT SURF.



DUKE (V/O)

Our trip was different. It was to

be a classic affirmation of

everything right and true in the

national character; a gross,

physical salute to the fantastic

possibilities of life in this

country. But only for those with

true grit...



EXT. AND EVEN FURTHER DOWN THE ROAD TO LAS VEGAS - DAY



DUKE's intense face.



DUKE

...and we're chock full of that!



13.





GONZO

Damn right!



DUKE

My attorney understands this

concept, despite his racial handicap.

But do you?!



The HITCHHIKER nods -- giggles -- petrified.



DUKE (V/O)

He said he understood, but I could

see in his eyes that he didn't. He

was lying to me.



GONZO

My heart!



GONZO clutches his heart. The car veers off the road and

screeches to a halt. He slumps over the wheel.



GONZO (CONT'D)

Where's the medicine?



DUKE

The medicine? Yes, it's right here.



DUKE spills out 4 AMYL CAPSULES from a tin.



DUKE

Don't worry, this man has a bad

heart... Angina Pectoris. But we

have a cure for it.



DUKE and GONZO break 2 AMYLS apiece -- INHALE DEEPLY. GONZO

falls back on the seat, staring straight up at the sun. The

HITCHHIKER looks petrified.



GONZO

(suddenly flailing

his naked arms at the sky)

Turn up the fucking music! My

heart feels like an alligator!

Volume! Clarity! Bass! We must

have bass! What's wrong with us?

Are you goddamn old ladies?



DUKE

(turns up music to

full volume)

You scurvy shyster bastard! Watch

your language! You're talking to a

Doctor of Journalism!



14.





GONZO

(laughing uncontrollably)

What the fuck are we doing out here?

Somebody call the police! We need

help!



DUKE

(to HITCHHIKER)

Pay no attention to this swine. He

can't handle the medicine.

(he begins laughing)





GONZO

(to the HITCHHIKER)

The truth is we're going to Vegas

to croak a scag baron named Savage

Henry. I've known him for years

but he ripped us off -- and you

know what that means, right?



GONZO pulls out a .357 Magnum -- waves it around.



GONZO (CONT'D)

Savage Henry has cashed his check!

We're going to rip his lungs out!



DUKE

And eat them! That bastard won't

get away with this! What's going

on in this country when a scum

sucker like that can get away with

sandbagging a Doctor of Journalism?



GONZO cracks ANOTHER AMYL.



The HITCHHIKER SCRAMBLES OUT OF THE CAR, DOWN THE TRUNK LID,

AND FLEES.



HITCHHIKER

Thanks for the ride. Thanks a lot.

I like you guys. Don't worry about

me.



DUKE

(yells)

Wait a minute! Come back and have

a beer!



The HITCHHIKER RUNS from car.



15.





GONZO

Good riddance. That boy made me

nervous. Did you see his eyes?

(laughing)

Jesus, this is good medicine.



DUKE glances back at the running HITCHHIKER.



DUKE

(suddenly clambering

into the front seat)

Move over!! We have to get out of

California before that kid finds a

cop!



DUKE GUNS THE RED SHARK -- TAKES OFF DOWN THE ROAD...



EXT. UNBELIEVABLY FAR DOWN THE ROAD TO LAS VEGAS - DAY



THE RED SHARK races -- DUKE at the wheel -- straight ahead

driving.



DUKE (V/O)

It was absolutely imperative that

we get to the Mint Hotel before the

deadline for press registration.

Otherwise, we might have to pay for

our suite.



GONZO wrestles with a shaker of COCAINE. The top comes off

and the powder swirls away on the wind.



GONZO

Oh, Jesus! Did you see what god

just did to us?



DUKE

God didn't do that! You did it!

You're a fucking narcotics agent,

that was our cocaine, you pig!



GONZO

(waving his .357

Magnum at Duke)

You better be careful. Plenty of

vultures out here. They'll pick

your bones clean before morning.



DUKE

You whore!



GONZO tears up a BLOTTER OF ACID.



16.





GONZO

Here -- chew this. It's your half

of the acid.



DUKE takes his half -- chews it.



DUKE

How long do I have?



GONZO

Maybe thirty more minutes. As your

attorney, I advise you to drive at

top speed. It'll be a goddamn

miracle if we can get there before

you turn into a wild animal. Are

you ready for that? Checking into

a Vegas hotel under a phony name

with intent to commit capital fraud

and a head full of acid.



DUKE (V/O)

Thirty minutes. It was going to be

very close.



The RED SHARK screams along the highway past a billboard:

"DON'T GAMBLE WITH MARIJUANA! \ IN NEVADA: POSSESSION - 20

YEARS; SALE - LIFE!!"



EXT. LAS VEGAS MINT HOTEL - DUSK



The RED SHARK pulls up outside the MINT. A great banner

spanning the street announces the MINT 400.



DUKE can feel the drug surging up inside him. Clutching a

buckled beer can, sweat pouring, he stares fixedly at the

TICKET the ATTENDANT gives him.



DUKE

I need this, right?



ATTENDANT

I'll remember your face.



DUKE stares -- losing it...



DUKE (V/O)

There is no way of explaining the

terror I felt.



INT. HOTEL LOBBY - DAY



DUKE waits in line at the front desk -- RIGID WITH PENT UP

ENERGY. GONZO's ahead of him -- muscling in -- trying to

queue jump and failing.



17.





DUKE (V/O)

I was pouring sweat. My blood is

too thick for Nevada. I've never

been able to properly explain

myself in this climate.



A COUPLE move off and DUKE jerks forward -- stops -- eyes

fixed on the stony FEMALE RESERVATIONS CLERK.



DUKE (V/O CONT'D)

Be quiet, be calm... name, rank,

and press affiliation, nothing

else...



DUKE moves ANOTHER RIGID STEP CLOSER to the desk -- the

tension almost snapping him in two. GONZO's FLAPPING

AROUND -- absolutely no success.



Something catches DUKE's eye... He REMAINS ROOTED -- his

eyes turning to the VEGETAL PAISLEY PATTERNS ON THE CARPET

WHICH ARE SHIFTING -- UNDULATING. THE CARPET PATTERNS ARE

INEXORABLY CREEPING UP THE WALLS...



DUKE (V/O CONT'D)

...ignore this terrible drug,

pretend it's not happening...



The LAST PEOPLE leave -- with A FINAL, STIFF MOVE, DUKE

comes face to face with the RESERVATIONS CLERK... AND

EXPLODES!



DUKE

HI THERE. MY NAME... AH, RAOUL

DUKE... ON... ON THAT LIST, THAT'S

FOR SURE. FREE LUNCH, FINAL

WISDOM, TOTAL COVERAGE... WHY NOT?

I HAVE MY ATTORNEY WITH ME, AND I

REALIZE OF COURSE...



As DUKE stares at her, BABBLING, her FACE BEGINS TO MORPH.

He tries to stop it happening by TALKING FASTER.



DUKE

... THAT HIS NAME IS NOT ON THE

LIST, BUT WE MUST HAVE THAT SUITE.

YES. JUST CHECK THE LIST AND

YOU'LL SEE. DON'T WORRY. WHAT'S

THE SCORE HERE? WHAT'S NEXT?



DUKE sags -- grips the desk -- WHITE KNUCKLES.



18.





RESERVATIONS CLERK

(hands him an envelope)

Your suite's not ready yet. But

there's somebody looking for you.



Her face is CHANGING -- SWELLING -- PULSING...



DUKE

(shouts)

NO! WHY? WE HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING

YET!



The FACE OF THE RESERVATIONS CLERK TURNS GREEN & GROWS FANGS.

DEADLY POISON! DUKE LUNGES BACK at GONZO, who GRIPS his arm

intensely -- REACHES OUT to take the ENVELOPE.



GONZO

I can handle this. This man has a

bad heart, but I have plenty of

medicine. My name is Dr. Gonzo.

Prepare our suite at once. We'll

be in the bar.



GONZO manoeuvres DUKE away from the desk. DUKE looks

back -- the RESERVATIONS CLERKS is now a MORAY EEL -- green

jowls and fangs.



INT. NAUTICAL BAR - DAY



The bar -- OILY PEOPLE -- quiet music -- nautical theme.

DUKE and GONZO at the bar, a marlin spike hanging on the

wall behind them. DUKE has turned to stone...



GONZO

(to the bartender)

Two Cuba Libres with beer and

mescal on the side.

(opens the envelope)

Who's Lacerda, he's waiting for us

in a room on the twelfth floor?



DUKE

Lacerda?



DUKE (V/O)

I couldn't remember. The name rang

a bell, but I couldn't concentrate.

Terrible things were happening all

around us...



DUKE is staring -- RAPT -- TERRIFIED. BLOOD FLOWS FREELY

onto the floor. DUKE keeps his voice low.



19.





DUKE

Order some golf shoes. Otherwise,

we'll never get out of this place

alive. It's impossible to walk in

this muck -- no footing at all...



DUKE looks up -- GONZO has disappeared.



DUKE looks around him -- the entire room has TRANSFORMED

into a ROOM FILLED WITH REPTILES IN CLOTHES, DRINKING AND

GNAWING AT ONE ANOTHER.



DUKE (V/O)

I was right in the middle of a

fucking reptile zoo. And somebody

was giving booze to these goddamn

things! It won't be long before

they tear us to shreds!



GONZO IS SUDDENLY BACK -- AT DUKE'S SHOULDER.



GONZO

If you think we're in trouble now

wait until you see what's happening

in the elevators.



GONZO removes his sunshades and we see he's been crying...

as he speaks he seems to be floating. Duke struggles to

keep him in his line of vision.



GONZO

I just went upstairs to see this

man Lacerda. I told him I knew

what he was up to...

(GONZO rallies --

turns fierce)

He says he's a photographer! But

when I mentioned Savage Henry he

freaked! He knows we're onto him!



DUKE

But what about our room? And the

golf shoes?



A GROUP OF REPTILES AT A TABLE ACROSS THE ROOM stares at

them, BLOOD DRIPPING FROM THEIR FANGS.



DUKE (CONT'D)

(grabbing GONZO

trying to hold him still)

Holy shit! Look at that bunch over

there! They've spotted us!



20.





Cut to wider shot -- DUKE is holding on to a man standing

next to him at the bar. The room has returned to normality.

GONZO is sitting in his original position.



GONZO

(downs his drink --

gets up)

That's the press table. Where you

have to sign in for our credentials.

Shit, let's get it over with. You

handle that, and I'll check on the

room.



DUKE

No, no. Don't leave me!
Fill up the bucket with whatever ya got.

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Re: Favorite Movie

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Wow :blink:
To feel the wind tearing at my clothes, the elements.

The only truth left in a world of lies and hypocrisy.

The beauty of the abyss.

The anticipation, like anticipating the greatest sex, an existential foreplay.

Looking down into oblivion and voidness.

The ground far, far away as it seems from here, but in reality only a couple of seconds away.

Standing there.

Feeling eternity in a restricted world.

Feeling a decision in a prefabricated existence.
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