Papa Hemingway in Cuba Page #3

Did you ever find your parents?

Yeah. I met my mother for about...

For about 10 minutes once.

Yeah.

- No good, huh?

- Yeah. She just had other agendas.

Yeah. I had a mother like that myself.

You know, my father killed himself.

He couldn't take it anymore.

We'll be your family, huh, kid?

I'm not sure if the kid knows

what he's getting himself into.

Hemingway really said that to you?

Isn't that what you've always wanted,

to be a part of a family?

Yeah, I guess so.

You ever think about

having a family of your own one day?

Come on, let's go swimming.

I didn't bring a swimsuit.

It's how God made me.

Copy.

Such great news, I'm so happy for you both.

- Thanks.

- Thank you.

Eddie, what happened to that story,

you know, about

the kid hobo riding the rails?

Oh, yeah, well, I sold it actually. Yeah.

- First sale?

- Yeah.

Wow.

Who to?

Well, it wasn't exactly

The New Yorker, you know.

All right. So, who?

I'm embarrassed to say, I don't want to say.

Oh, come on, kid, you're among friends here.

No, that's exactly... That's why

I don't want to say anything.

Uh... Mike Shayne Mystery Magazine.

Oh! Well, congratulations,

how much did they pay?

Uh...

- It wasn't that much.

- How much was it?

Come on, how much "wasn't that much"?

$42.

How much?

Uh, it was $42.

How much do you get

for a short story now, Papa,

$100 a word?

42 bucks, that's swell, kid.

Christ, I sold Big Two-Hearted River for 15.

Ernie, that's an American classic,

Jesus Christ, you sold it for 15 bucks?

At the time, it was all the money there was.

Makes you 27 bucks better than me.

Hey, kid.

Congratulations.

- Oh, thank you, Evan.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

I guess, right?

Mike Shayne. Cheers to Mike Shayne.

Hey, a friend just called.

Do you want a good story?

- Yeah.

- All right.

Juan's bringing the car around. Come on.

What's going on?

I think they got inside.

Think they got Batista?

I don't think so. Come on, kid.

Let's get closer.

Go to the truck, we'll make it!

- You all right?

- Yeah.

- All right, let's go.

- No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.

Come on, let's go!

Get down!

Goddamn war.

I hate it.

F***ing lousy way to settle politics.

The faces of the dead are always the same.

Just f***ing kids.

"No remedy."

Toughest phrase I know in Spanish.

My entire life, I'd idolized a legend,

an intangible hero.

And now he had become my mentor.

The father I never had.

And he had shown me Cuba

was going to be the next big story.

Hmm...

Yeah, I was there.

Hey, give me some background

on this Castro fellow.

All right. All right, bye.

This is really important

to Mr. Hoover, Eddie.

We know you took the next three days off.

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