City of Ghosts Page #2

before you leave...

Iet's meet the day after

tomorrow in Phnom Penh...

at noon, at the Belleville.

They can get you

a room there as well.

-Hello?

-Teddy, it's me--Jimmy.

What's your plan?

I'm flying out first

thing in the morning.

Not so fast.

I had a buddy

check back channels...

with someone in the agency.

The airport

has a security company...

that's plugged

into the embassy...

and your name and passport

are in their system.

-Sh*t.

-Hey, that's no sweat.

I'll get you across the border.

I live down that way.

Now, there's

an overnight train...

out of Hualampong.

Get you in around 5 a.m.

-Thanks.

-You know where I live?

-Yeah.

-Good.

I'll meet you at the station.

Thanks, Teddy.

We had some great times

in Bangkok--

Marvin and me...

but that was

a lifetime ago, kid.

As the lady says...

I no longer am

what I once was...

nor ever shall be again.

I don't know what

the hell Marvin's up to.

You just be careful.

Something's changed in him.

You can't keep

stealing from Peter...

to pay Paul.

Sooner or later,

Peter gets pissed off.

The main road is off-limits.

There was a French cyclist...

murdered there

about a month ago.

You get waylaid...

you won't be writing

any postcards.

Where you go, sir?

I'm looking for the Belleville.

Yeah. Well, I know.

That's the place right here.

You know this place?

I know, really.

-ls it far from here?

-Not so far. It's over there.

OK. No, thanks.

I got it.

Where you from, sir?

The United States.

Yes. I know very good.

My name Sok.

Sok, Jimmy.

Is this place far?

Not so far.

Don't worry, sir,

I'm a safety driver.

Good.

-This is the Belleville?

-Yeah. Belleville.

I see you took the long way.

Not so long way.

What do I owe you?

No problem. You pay after.

I wait here for you.

-You sure?

-Yeah, sure.

Excuse me.

Yeah?

I'm looking for a guy

named Kaspar.

I don't know everyone

who comes to this place.

-What is your name?

-Jimmy.

Can I get you something?

-A beer.

-Beer.

Jimmy.

Laughing Lotus.

-Beer.

-Thanks.

Hey, man.

You remember me?

-Am I supposed to?

-You look awfully familiar.

Don't we know each other?

I don't think so.

You're Robbie, right?

Nah.

My apologies.

-Excuse me.

-Yeah?

I was told

that you had rooms available.

Yeah.

$5.00 a night with a fan...

and 8.00 with

air conditioning.

OK. I'll take the one

with the air conditioning.

Across the street,

second floor...

bathroom down the hall.

I'd like a beer, Emile.

No. F*** you, deadbeat.

You still haven't

paid your tab.

-I'm good for it.

-When?!

I got it.

Here, you little sh*t.

You have a short memory.

Before, you would do

anything I asked.

But lately, you act

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