On the Beach Page #3

Plus...

enough dope, Richard,

to smoke all day every day

for the rest of your goddamn life!

Yeah! Mad weed!

There's only a few people

who know exactly where it is,

and they keep it absolutely secret.

Of course, no one's actually

ever met any of these people,

only met somebody who has.

You know what I mean?

Exactly. It's a Kentucky-fried mouse.

Although, I must say,

if l had a key

to a place like that,

I'd keep it to myself,

'cause you don't want

every f***ing a**hole

in Thailand turnin' up.

Yeah, yeah.

So what do you think

about that story, Richard?

It's good.

It's a good story.

- Hey, you!

- Jesus.

I got your key!

Now, I know it wasn't

a part of the plan,

but I made a decision

to leave a copy of the map.

I'm not gonna say it was

the best decision I ever made.

I told myself that spreading news

was a part of a traveler's nature,

but if l was being

completely honest,

I was just like everybody else...

sh*t-scared of the great unknown...

desperate to take

a little piece of home with me.

Richard!

Are you ready?

Yeah, yeah. I'm comin'.

Let's go.

Francoise?

Etienne will be angry

if l wake him.

He thinks I waste time

taking photographs of the sky.

Oh, God.

I think so, too.

Yeah?

Have a look.

One night, I will get

the perfect photograph.

Hi.

You realize that...

in the eternity of space...

there's probably a planet

out there, right...

just like this one...

where another you

is photographing

back down towards us.

I mean, essentially,

you are photographing yourself

in a parallel universe.

Incredible.

Yeah.

I mean, there are

infinite worlds out there,

you know?

Where anything you want to happen...

does happen.

Richard, you know something?

This is just the kind

of pretentious bullshit

that Americans always

say to French girls

so they can sleep with them.

Oh, God...

sorry.

I thought I was doin' pretty good.

It's just the sky, Richard.

Let's try.

Yeah.

Idiot.

Un, deux, trois...

quatre.

When you develop

an infatuation for someone,

you always find a reason to believe

that this is exactly the person for you.

It doesn't need to be a good reason.

Taking photographs of

the night sky, for example.

Now, in the long run,

that's just the kind

of dumb, irritating habit

that would cause you to split up.

But in the haze of infatuation,

it's just what you've been

searching for all these years.

Richard?

I don't know. I'm American.

So?

I think in miles, not kilometers.

Okay, so how many miles

do you think it is?

I don't know, but it

looks like a long way away.

If it's too far, we're gonna drown.

But if we don't try, then

we'll never know, right?

Right.

So let's go.

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