Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
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A desert wind moans sadly. From somewhere within the wind comes the tinkly, syrupy-sweet sounds of the Lennon Sisters singing "My Favorite Things." A series of sepia images of anti-war protests from the mid-sixties appear one after another on the screen. The VOICE OF HUNTER S. THOMPSON -- a.k.a. RAOUL DUKE: DUKE We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!! A red Chevy convertible -- THE RED SHARK -- wipes the black screen. EXT. ON THE ROAD TO LAS VEGAS - DAY AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!! THE RED SHARK races down the desert highway at a hundred miles an hour. THE STONES' "Sympathy For the Devil" blares. AT THE WHEEL Still and tense, RAOUL DUKE drives- skeletal, beer in hand, stares straight ahead. Beside him, face turned to the sun, eyes closed, is his swarthy and unnervingly unpredictible attorney, dr.Gonzo. The music pounds. DUKE stares straight ahead. GONZO froths up a can of beer - uses it as shaving foam. DUKE I remember saying something like: "I feel a bit lightheaded. Maybe you should drive..." GONZO starts shaving. DUKE 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... Close on DUKE -- shadows flutter across his face. The reflections of bats swirl within his eyes. We push in close to one eye ball -- SCREECHING SWIRLING BAT-LIKE SHAPES! AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!! DUKE ... 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 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 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 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 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. The radio news wars with "SYMPATHY FOR THE DEVIL" on a tape recorder. RADIO NEWS An overdose of heroin was listed as the official cause of death for pretty 19 year old Diane Hanby whose body was found stuffed in a refrigerator last week... GONZO changes the station - "ONE TOKE OVER THE LINE, SWEET JESUS, ONE TOKE OVER THE LINE" vies with "SYMPATHY"... He sings along - washes a couple of pills back with a new beer. The RED SHARK fishtails. GONZO "One toke over the line, 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 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. GONZO sings along to the tape player. The HITCHHIKER's eyes go to the door - considers jumping out and taking his chances. DUKE STARES AT THE HITCHHIKER in the rear view mirror. DUKE 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 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 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 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. a.k.a.- also known as, znany także jako amyl- amyl (chem.) attorney- pełnomocnik, adwokat binge- użycie (czegoś, używki), popijawa blare- ryczec, grzmieć blotter acid- bibułki nasączone “kwasem” (LSD) convertible- samochód ze składanym dachem dart- rzucać gniewne spojrzenia depraved- zdeprawowany, zepsuty downers- narkotyki (lub leki) uspokajające enforcement- wymuszenie ether- eter fishtail- zwalniać przez wężykowanie, ślizgać się flail- wymachiwac rękami, młócić powietrze flap- trzepotać flutter- trzepotać frantically- gorączkowo froth up- pienić, spieniać giggle- chichotać give somebody a lift- podwozić kogoś grass- trawa (pot.), marihuana grim- ponury hiss- syczeć in sync- w jednym tempie, zgodnie intermittently- sporadycznie jabber- paplać, trajkotać jam- wciskać leech- pijawka lightheaded- oszołomiony, zamroczony lousy- okropny maintain- utrzymywać mescaline- meskalina moan- jęczeć, pojękiwać mutter- mruczeć, mamrotać nick- zaciąć się (przy goleniu) overdose- przedawkować, przedawkowanie pellet- tabletka, pigułka pound- grzmocić race- gnać, pędzić rave-wrzeszczeć, pieklić się rear view mirror- lusterko wsteczne w samochodzie reassuringly- uspokajająco reveal- odkrywać, odsłaniać rifle through- przeszukiwać rigid- sztywny, skostniały roar- wycie, huk, łoskot rocket- śmigać, przemykać rotten- cholerny screech- skrzeczeć, piszczeć skeletal- wychudzony skull- czaszka spot- dostrzegać squash- zgniatać, miażdżyć stash- schowek stuff- upychać swarthy- sniady, smagły swerve- skręcać gwałtownie, nagły skręt swirl- wirować swoop- pikować, gwałtownie obnizać lot syrupy-sweet- słodki jak ulepek, sentymentalny take hold of- złapać, schwytać tense- spięty tinkly- dźwięcznie, jak dzwoneczek trickle- ściekać, lecieć ciurkiem trunk- bagażnik unnervingly- niepokojąco unpredictible- nieprzewidywalny uppers- narkotyki (lub leki) pobudzające wash back with- popijać (czymś) wrench- skręt TEST
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