Under The Volcano Page #6

something or other.

Geoffrey told me you were here.

Did he?

He did.

You look awfully well.

You too. Quite a get-up.

- Like the Ringo Kid.

- [ Laughs ] With a touch of Savile Row.

- I thought you were in Spain.

- I was.

- What happened?

- What?

Why did you leave?

The war's not over yet, is it?

Why, I was sort of wounded.

Hugh.

On the way to watch the battle for Madrid.

Fell out of an ambulance.

Seven cases of beer and six journalists

fell on top of me.

[ Both Laugh ]

Ah, it's a lost cause by now anyway.

Franco has all the soldiers

and the tanks and the aeroplanes...

and all the Loyalists seem to have

are good songs.

Solo es nuestro deseo

Rumbala, rumbala, rumbala

[ Laughs ]

- When did you get here?

-Just this morning.

Well, where is he-

our monarch?

He's gone out.

For a bottle, I believe.

You just... appeared?

-What?

- No warning.

No, I wrote.

Still I -

I think I...

caught him by surprise.

[ Chuckles ]

- How did he react?

- Glad to see me, I think.

I'm sure he was.

- How do you find him?

- His drinking, you mean?

-Well, yes, his drinking.

- Half the time, I can't tell when he's tight.

He has the constitution

of a bull, you know.

He's gone down, I think.

Well, now you've come back like this...

perhaps he'll stop.

Yeah.

[ Tires Screech ]

[Villagers Chattering ]

Look here, is everything all right?

I say.

I say, what's the matter here?

Nothing. Absolutely all right.

All right? But you were lying down

in the middle of the road.

All right just the same.

Thank you very much.

My dear fellow, you were lying right down here.

I might have run you over.

- Are you sure there's nothing wrong?

- [ Chuckling ] No.

What? Are you sure you're all right?

Oh.

- Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

- Oxford?

- No. Cambridge.

- You're wearing an Oxford tie.

Oh, the tie. That belongs to my cousin.

We're headed for Guatemala.

We're making a little tour of the temples,

don't you know? [Laughs ]

- Splendid country, isn't it?

- Splendid.

Look, are you absolutely sure

there are no bones broken?

No, no bones broken -

[ Groans ]

Oh, my dear fellow.

My dear fellow. Here.

Now, listen.

We are staying at the Bella Vista.

Why don't we pop back to the hotel,

and you can have a little bit of a lie-down?

- No, fine, thank you.

- No?

Well, I always keep something

in the car for emergencies.

Irish. Burke's Irish.

Mmm. Thanks a million.

- No, no. Carry on, my dear fellow. Carry on.

-Ah. Mmm.

[ Moaning ]

Awfully decent of you, old chap.

I say. I know where I last saw you.

You were that chap

who made that speech last night.

- Is that right, old man?

- Quite right.

Didn't really get through to me completely,

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