beverage taxes... violations of the tourism codes... and reports of ganja being smoked right here on these premises. - How can this continue? - Divine justice, Mr. Gundy. Life is full of miracles. I'm afraid it will take more than a miracle. Listen to me, Ernest. There is a new wind blowing across Saint Nicholas. I smelled it the minute you walked in. It's businessmen. You and your bankers and your lawyers... are trying to business me out of here. Now, if you're not drinking and you're not dancing, you better be going. Still. Still. Stay. Take that... Two weeks. Then I'll crush you like a cigarette butt. And I haven't forgotten you, Mr. Hook and Ladder Man. - Fireball! - Easy. You're not going out there unless you got a machine gun under that shirt. - Now, you need a lawyer. - I don't need a lawyer, man. I need money. Cool vibes, everyone. Part yourselves. What was all that about? Oh, the usual. Corruption. Injustice. The club's doing great. What's the problem? The problem is, my friend's a little behind on his taxes. About 300 years behind. He's gonna lose the club. That's too bad. This looks like a great beach. You know, with a bit of paint and some new shutters... somebody could really make something out of that. Don't you think? Yeah. With some gasoline and a few matches... I could turn it into really good insurance fire. Don't you have any ambition? Surely, you must want something out of life. - Yeah. - Get off. Cleveland, get your thumb out of my soup. What am I paying you for? Go change the gloves, will you? I told him a million times. And this noise. Is this guy any good or what? - Oh, yes. He's real good. - He's real loud. Ernest! Great. Stop. Have I heard enough. Come on down and we'll talk. But you guys are good, very good. - Thank you. - Very hip. Too hip. You can't be too hip, Mr. Zerbe. For the crowd I get here, they want to hear Yellow Bird In a Banana Tree. I could get two guys playing garbage cans, and they'd be happy. They'd smile. But you guys... I don't know. You're too political. I got more songs, you know. Ernest, I know this business... and a guy who just paid $32 for a bad Veal Oscar... doesn't want to know the band is angry. But you keep playing at your own club. - How's it going over there? - They're trying to take my hotel. Ernest, that is not a hotel. This is a hotel. What you've got over there is a nice beach with a few rooms... that Marlin Perkins would be afraid to go in. You know, if you were smart, you'd sell that place to me and get out of here. Sure, you kidding? A guy like you in New York with money in his pocket? Oh, forget it. Take my advice, sell it. I'll say this for you, Mr. Zerbe. You've got style. But it's not for me. - Think it over. I gotta go. So good luck. - See you around. - So this is my room. - Very nice. This is still my room. And this... is the guest bedroom. It's for rent, you know. Inexpensive, very cheap. In fact, free. Tell you what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna pay you. No, thanks. If I wanted to be kept, I'd pick someone with better prospects. For your information, you are looking at a future partner in Club Paradise. I can't believe it. I thought you were... completely stuck in your premature retirement fantasy. Well, I've got lots of fantasies. You and your socks. Me running a club in the tropics. People winging in from all over the world. Toilets backing up, guests complaining, checks bouncing. This is the Third World, Jack. It's not that easy. That's always bothered me about the Third World. I could never figure out where the other two worlds were. Come on, Philadelphia, stay here. Have a decent job. Work for me. I might even pay you. Yeah, but Toby and the others are sailing on to Martinique on Saturday. I'm meant to be going with them. Darling, darling, darling. Forget Toby. The man has the warmth of a snow pea. Come on, you can live here... ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Папа на английском - текст Улицы в огне на английском - текст Особенности национальной охоты на английском - текст 13 дней на английском - текст Бегущий человек на английском |