BLACK SCREEN:

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.

In the violently scrawled style of Ralph Steadman, the title

FEAR AND LOATHING IN LAS VEGAS splashes onto the screen. A

beat, and then it runs down and off revealing:

TITLE:
"He who makes a beast of himself

Gets rid of the pain

Of being a man."

Dr. Johnson

The VOICE OF HUNTER S. THOMPSON -- a.k.a. RAOUL DUKE:

DUKE (V/O)

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:

STRANGELY STILL AND TENSE, RAOUL DUKE DRIVES -- SKELETAL,

BEER IN HAND -- STARES STRAIGHT AHEAD.

BESIDE HIM, FACE TURNED TO THE SUN, EYES CLOSED BEHIND

WRAPAROUND SPANISH SUNGLASSES, IS HIS SWARTHY AND UNNERVINGLY

UNPREDICTABLE ATTORNEY, DR. GONZO.

The music pounds DUKE stares straight ahead. GONZO froths

up a can of beer - uses it as shaving foam.

DUKE (V/O)

I remember saying something like:

"I feel a bit lightheaded. Maybe

you should drive..."

GONZO starts shaving.

2.

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...

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 (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.

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