Papa Hemingway in Cuba Page #4

We know Hemingway's invited you

to go fishing with him down in Havana.

We want to know what he thinks about

Castro and Batista.

Look, all we ask is

you find out where he stands.

Is he a rebel sympathizer?

How does he feel about the Bureau?

What's he say about Mr. Hoover?

You know, John,

if I didn't know you for so long,

I'd tell you to go f*** yourself.

Not a good idea.

Nice work.

Debra Hunt, this is John Fletcher.

He's with the FBI.

Ah. Well, hello.

See you, pal.

Nice to meet you, too.

FBI jerk.

He here on business or social?

No, he's recruiting me

because of my big muscles.

Your big muscles, huh?

I guess the FBI is bird-dogging Hemingway.

- Why?

- I don't know. I told him to go f*** himself.

Good job.

Wait, were you just

about to kiss me, just then?

Mmm-mmm.

You make me blush.

Is your place as hot as mine is?

No, don't. Don't answer.

- Sorry.

- Are you kidding me?

- Hello.

- Eddie, hey, love.

Sorry, did I wake you?

No, uh... No, Mary, no...

- No, you didn't wake me.

- Papa's worried you're not going to make it.

But you are, lamb, aren't you?

Yeah, is everything okay?

Evan's here.

You remember Evan Shipman, the poet?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's just the two of us here,

we're dancing with Mr. Black-Ass.

I'm afraid he's very depressed, Eddie.

I don't mean to burden you

with our personal problems,

but, well, you really seem

to lift his spirits.

We're going fishing,

you're gonna come fishing with us, yeah?

Oh...

Um, I have to go, don't mention

this call to Papa, all right?

Uh, Juan, I'm staying at the Ambos Mundos.

I think you just missed the turnoff.

Miss Mary wants you to come to the house.

Is everything okay?

All right.

I just need you. Why did you have to die,

God damn it!

I need you!

Son of a b*tch!

Why did you leave me?

- Hi, Evan.

- Hello, kid.

I look that bad, huh?

Uh...

Do you need help with that?

Yeah, it's not an easy task.

No, no, no. It's okay.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, yeah.

- No, no, sit down...

- It stinks, it smells.

- No, it doesn't bother me, sit down.

- That's very kind of you, kid.

I've been using penicillin powder

for the infection,

but I want to try the iodine.

It's going to sting.

Well, it's only pain.

- How did this happen?

- Old war wounds.

You shoot at people,

they tend to shoot back.

The damn things heal and then

break open again every once in a while.

It's just an awful nuisance.

What do the doctors say?

Nothing very amusing, I'm afraid.

What do I do now?

Bandages, please.

Ah...

Here.

All right.

All right. Thank you.

Okay.

I need the clean shirt.

Okay.

Yeah. You want a beer?

Yes, please.

You know, I...

I came in and I overheard

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