Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas Page #5

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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.

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