Stars at Noon

No meat today. Sorry, miss.

No coke, miss. Sprite.

Sprite.

Senorita?

Senorita?

Senorita, you tell to me

if you're intending to remain very long.

Senorita?

Senorita?

Senorita?

If possible I will wait for you.

Senorita?

Si, si, si, si.

So good to see you again.

Young rebels used to be so sexy.

Aren't you looking at me?

- Are you coming? - Yeah.

Are you coming?

- Si. - Are you coming?

- Uh-huh. Si. - So, come!

What a fucking joke.

You are getting more skinny, eh.

If you get any more skinny,

I don't want you no more.

- Do you have any talcum powder? - Que?

No, talcum powder.

I must tell you something.

Yes.

The moment has come

when I must take your press card

and your letter of authority.

What are you saying?

You're not a journalist.

Yes, I am.

No, you're not.

I am, too, a journalist.

No, you're not.

Hey, hey. What... Give me that!

And the press card?

- Where is the press card? - I don't have my press card.

- Yes, you have. - No, I don't. It's back at the motel.

- No, it's not. - Yes, it is.

It is invalidated.

Who invalidated it?

I am forced to.

One of these days,

the army will arrest you.

And this letter

carries my name.

This is my name.

Veraguas.

- You understand? - I understand.

Everyone who reads it sees my name.

Fucking all pimps. You're all fucking pimps!

Fucking jackass.

Yes!

Yes!

I left many messages for you,

but you never responded.

Why that is?

I am forced...

I am forced to wonder.

- You were forced to wonder? - Mm-hmm.

I am forced to tell you that

you said you would replace my phone which you broke.

I'll be needing some shampoo.

I will buy for you the shampoo with much pleasure.

Very generous, Subtenente Verga.

I'm waiting for my chauffeur.

If it is quite okay...

If it is quite okay not to call me under this name,

Verga.

My name, it's Veraguas.

And it is "subtenente".

Subtenente.

Where do you wish to go?

You wish the InterContinental.

Yes. I wish.

Car reeks big time even with the mask on.

Senor?

Ola!

Gracias.

Martini, por favor.

Como estas?

Gracias.

May I have a cigarette?

Uh, evening.

I have none on me, I'm sorry.

You're English.

I am.

London, currently.

Where are you from?

Uh, here and there and yonder.

What about yourself?

Didn't we just do that?

Miguel?

Alphonso?

Roberto?

Si.

She's a little wet.

There's too much vermouth.

Smell the bamboo in here?

It's not the nicest smell, is it?

You have the kind of good manners

that eventually get you killed.

Gracias.

We have 45 minutes till the bar closes.

Long enough to get swacked.

Wanna try a gin with me?

What brought you here?

I came on a plane.

I suppose I met all your motives.

I can tell you my motives.

I wanted to know the exact dimensions of hell.

Are you for sale?

I'm press.

We're all press.

Then we're all for sale.

I came here as a special correspondent up in the north area.

Really?

It's one of the rougher spots, is it not?

In a sense.

What made you leave?

It was nothing.

Girl scout camp for refugees.

Right, right, right.

And what about you?

Me? I'm, uh...

I'm here with the Watts people.

I say "with", but I'm here alone.

The Watts people, the oil company?

Yeah, on, uh,

a charitable cause, you could say.

Please don't go into detail.

No, I just mean, how many companies

do you think, at the moment,

would consider investing in a place like this?

Not many I'd imagine.

No, next to none.

That's all in the name of profit, but, uh...

I don't know, I still that the idea of throwing

some business their way has humanitarian overtones.

Now that we know each other so well...

care for some supper?

I think it's kind of late.

For a price, I'll sleep with you.

Your skin is so white.

It's like

being fucked by a cloud.

You're just a mist.

Yes.

A mist.

Don't panic, baby.

It's your room.

I wanna be paid in dollars.

Everybody wants dollars.

There's talk they're gonna roll up the Cordoba.

Roll up?

Yeah.

Fuck me.

Would I have to pay extra for that?

I have no dollar supply.

I live entirely on black-market Cordobas.

Don't worry.

You don't have to start thinking how to ditch me.

I'm not here for your dollars,

I'm here for the air-conditioning.

You're thinking so hard how to ditch me

that your head is smoking.

What do you have to say about that?

I was thinking about something quite a bit different.

I commit adultery often.

I never really miss anybody.

I feel I'm in danger of throwing my life away.

Shall we meet again?

Again and again.

Anytime you have 50 US.

Right. Of course.

I don't usually fall asleep in somebody else's bed.

I like your style.

Normally, in my dark heart,

I look down on the impoverished

lackeys of pig billionaires

with their poor report string back.

Take a shower if you want.

I have running water in my hotel, baby.

"Impoverished lackeys."

See how fast the tropics sap you?

- Buenos dias. - Buenos dias.

No.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Hello? - Can you hear me now?

I've got you. I've got you fine.

- Okay. - Hi.

First of all, it's very early here.

I mean, I'll just say what I said again.

Why would a monthly magazine

that specializes in sustainable high-class travel,

be interested in

any events,