The Year of Living Dangerously Page #3

You do that, buddy.

It's about the only...

- Guy! No!

- Simmer down! Stop it!

- Did you see that?

- Forget it.

Next time, pal.

Jesus!

I must confess, Hamilton...

that I probably would have infused it

with a little more skepticism...

but bitter resentment won't prevent me

from admitting it was a good piece.

Well done.

Now smile and shake hands.

Beauty among the squalor.

I took that with a 200 millimeter.

Got a natural elegance, haven't they?

All I ever see you shoot are tits.

Quit trying to sell us

the pursuit of abstract beauty...

and admit you're a pervert.

Billy, you're a professional.

Is that pornography or art?

If it's in focus, it's pornography.

If it's out of focus, it's art.

Definitely art. Mmm.

They really are

exquisite creatures, aren't they?

Let me ask you something. I've

worried about this since you got here.

- What do you do for sex?

- You're worried about that?

Whenever I hit the front page,

I get a hard-on.

- So what do you do?

- I go up to the cemetery.

Are you a necrophiliac?

It's where the prostitutes hang out.

Fantastic girls, Hamilton.

Best value-for-your-money ass

in Asia.

I'll take you up there

right now, huh?

- Some other time.

- Wise man.

- They're riddled with VD.

- You never heard of penicillin?

You will love this action.

You want to spend the night?

Costs you one dollar.

Starvation's a great aphrodisiac.

Keep it up, Billy. We'll just

nail you to the old cross, huh?

He can afford to be virtuous.

He's holding hands

with the best-lookin' chick in town.

She's a friend.

Sure she is, Billy.

You'd find that kind of relationship

hard to understand.

Get me the nails.

I'm gonna hang the little bastard up

right now.

You've been holdin' out on me.

Here we are. Come on.

Not too much, Hamilton.

Take it easy.

All right. That's enough.

Hey, Billy, grab one of these.

Go on! Go on.

Come on. Out of the way.

We're trying to eat here.

You ever have these?

This stuff is terrific.

I want you to meet your new best friend.

I bought him for you.

Dance for my pal.

- Do a dance for my pal.

- Okay.

- Get him outta here.

- I bought him for you, pal.

He's yours.

He goes wherever you go.

Oh, God.

- It was just a joke.

- Just a joke.

- Hey, Wally...

- Forget it.

- Sorry.

- Billy, it was a joke.

Forget it.

Billy, what's that weird noise?

It's the bamboo,

but there is a spirit here.

I hear him outside at night.

He came inside one night and spilled

some bottles of developer.

- Do you really believe that stuff?

- Absolutely, old man.

The unseen is all around us...

particularly here in Java.

G'day, sport.

G'day.

One of us.

Air-conditioning, huh? I thought you

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