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You're not queer.

Usually, if I get this far
with an American kid,

I can get the rest of the way,
but with you there's some...

obstacle.

Your mother wouldn't like it.

I had a friend,

a homosexual Jewish friend
who lived in Oklahoma City.

I asked him, "Why do you live here?

"You have enough money,
you could live wherever you like."

You know what he told me?

"It would kill my mother if I moved away".

Good luck, Lee.

Gracias.

Everything in this country falls apart.

Wouldn't surprise me if I picked up a boy
in the Alameda and his--

Someone stole my typewriter.

It was that Brazilian, or whatever he is.

You know him. Maurice.

The wrestler?

You mean the gym instructor, Louie?

No, no, that's another one.

Louie has decided
all that sort of thing is very wrong,

and he tells me that I am going to burn
in hell but he is going to heaven.

- Serious?
- Maurice is as queer as I am.

If not queerer... Excuse me.

But he won't accept it.

I think stealing my typewriter

is a way he takes to demonstrate
to me and to himself

that he is just in it for all he can get.

As a matter of fact,
he's so queer I've lost interest in him.

Not completely though.

Hello.

Nazis.

I'll probably invite him
back to my apartment

instead of beating the shit out of him
like I should.

Now, figuring a cargador as rock bottom,

think how much it would cost you to shoot
a major in the Mexican Army!

You know what? I'm going to get a bottle.

Well, no, you see.

We're hoping to work on the plans
for this boat we're going to build.

A boat?

Yes. At Zihuatanejo.

Alright. Well, how about meeting me
for a drink tomorrow

at the Rathskeller? Say around five?

I expect I'll be busy tomorrow.

Yes, but you have to eat and drink.

Well, you see, this boat is more important
to me than anything right now.

It will take up all my time.

Suit yourself.

Thanks for running interference, Tom.
I hope he got the idea.

I like the guy,
but I can't stand to be alone with him.

He keeps trying to go to bed with me.

That's what I don't like about queers.

You can't keep it
on the basis of friendship.

Buenas.

Fuck you, Tom!

So touchy.

Bye, Bill.

Mezcal!

¿Por qué ser triste?

You been aquí before?

- Yeah, of course you have.
- I've been aquí.

Yes, I carry a pistol.

Adiós.

Get a load of this.

"After he killed his wife
and three children, he takes a razor

"and puts on a suicide act,
but resulted only in scratches

"that did not require medical attention."

What a slobbish performance!

On the subject of murder, I'm going--

Sit down on your ass!

Or what's left of it
after four years in the Navy.

Lee.

I gotta go.

What, are you henpecked?

Yeah, no kidding.

I've been out too much lately, Lee.

Lola's, Ship Ahoy,

the other places.

My old lady says I gotta be home
for dinner every night.

Fuck, Jim!

Lee, wait...

Hi!

Hi.

I just wanted to tell you that

Mary was in Lola's a little while ago.

She asked me to tell you that she would be
in the Ship Ahoy later on,

around five.

Oh.

Thank you.

- Will you be around tonight?
- Yes.

I think so, yeah.

Who is he?

I have no idea.

Tequila.

Más.

Más.

Two rum and cokes.

Cinco?

Come sit with us over there.

How did you check the accuracy
of your information?

- Actually, we didn't.
- What?

So the Counter-Intelligence Corps
got sucked in on a lot of phony deals

when I was in Germany.

And of course, we cross-checked
all information with the other informants,

and we had our own agents in the field.

Most of our informants would come back
with some phony information,

but this one character,
he made it all up.

I mean, he had our agents out
looking out in the field

for a whole fictitious network
of Russian spies, right?

So finally,
reports came back from Frankfurt...

and it's all a load of crap!

But instead of clearing out of town
before the information could be checked,

he came back with more.

You're in here?

Yeah, I have a sack here.

Good night.

- Good night.
- Night.

- There she is!
- Yes.

The trouble with me is
I like the type that robs me.

Where you make your mistake is
bringing them back to your apartment.

That's what hotels are for.

You're right there, but half the time
I don't have money for a hotel.

Besides, I like someone around

to cook breakfast and sweep the place out.

You mean clean the place out!

I don't mind the watch and the radio,

but it really hurts losing those boots.

They were a thing
of beauty and joy forever.

I don't know whether I ought to say
things like this in front of Junior here.

Go ahead.

No offense, kid.

Did I tell you
how I made the cop on the beat?

He's a vigilante,
the watchman out where I live.

Every time
he sees the light on in my room,

he comes in for a shot of rum.

About five nights ago,

he caught me
when I was drunk, and stoned, and...

horny.

Well, one thing led to another
and I ended up showing him how the...

cow ate the cabbage.

So the night after I make him, I'm walking
by the beer joint on the corner.

He comes out borracho
and says, "Have a drink".

I said, "I don't want a drink".

So he takes out his pistola
and says, "Have a drink".

I proceeded to take his pistola
away from him.

He goes back into the beer joint
to phone for reinforcements.

So I had to go in
and rip the phone off the wall.

Now they're charging me for the phone.

So I get back to my room,
which is on the ground floor.

He'd written "El Puto Gringo"
on the window with soap.

I didn't wipe it off.

I left it there.

It pays to advertise.

Sí, ¡mucho más!

Excuse me.

You think he's queer?

Now I've been seeing him for a few weeks.

- Seeing him?
- Yeah, spending time with him.

But I can't tell.

You could always just ask.

No, no, no!

Well, he must be queer
if he's talking to him.

Dumé's part
of that little clique of queers

who go to that beer joint on Campeche,
The Green Lantern.

I know who he is.

He's the only one
of those Green Lantern boys

who'd be welcome in a place like this.

The rest of them
are just a bunch of screaming fags.

Would you excuse me?

Tequila.

How do you like this character?

He comes over and asks, "I thought
you were one of the Green Lantern Boys".

I said, "Well, yes I am".

He wants me to take him around
to some of the gay places here.

Truth be told,
I don't take people to the Lantern.

I mean, either you're going there
or you're not.

But something about the way he asked,
I just couldn't say no.

You don't know him, do you?

He's always in here,
playing chess with the... girl.

- Mary.
- Mary! That's right, yeah.

- She seems nice.
- I wouldn't know.

Supposing she's his girlfriend,

then she's in
for a bit of a surprise. Right?

- What?
- Are you alright, Lee?

Yes, I'm fine.

Well, I just asked if you knew the boy
and I'm still waiting on an answer.

Yes, I...

I mean, no.

A little.

Thank you as always
for the enlightening conversation.

- Tom, darling.
- Yes, my dear.

Let's talk Puerto Vallarta.

- It's very nice.
- Right.

A few of us are thinking of going there.

It's on the west coast,
there's a gorgeous climate.

- Yeah.
- Beautiful men.

- A pair of gloves?
- Put them on.

Come on, put them on!

With these gloves,
you'll go through mirrors

as if they were made of water.

Give it a try.

Try.

I'll come with you.

Look at the time.

Hands first.

Are you scared?

No,

but this is a mirror

and I see an unhappy man in it.

It's not about understanding.

It's all about believing.

I presume Dumé
told you about my proclivities.

Yes.

A curse...

been in our family for generations.

The Lees have always been perverts.

I shall never forget
the unspeakable horror

that froze the lymph in my glands,

the lymph glands that is, of course,

when that baneful word seared
my reeling brain.

Homosexual!

I thought of the painted,
simpering female impersonators

I had seen in a Baltimore night club.

Could it be
that I was one of those subhuman things?

I walked the street in a daze,

like a man with a light concussion.

I might well have destroyed myself,

ending an existence which seemed to offer

nothing but grotesque misery
and humiliation.

"Nobler", I thought, "to die a man

"than to live on a sex monster."

It was a wise old queen,

Bobo, we called her,

who taught me that I had a duty to live

and to bear my burden proudly
for all to see,

to conquer ignorance
and prejudice and hate

with knowledge, and sincerity...

and love.

Bobo's words
came back to me from the tomb,

the sibilants cracking gently.

"No one is ever really alone.

"You are part of everything
that is alive."

The difficulty is to convince someone else
he is really part of you.

So what the hell?

Us "parts" ought to work together. Reet?

What I mean is, Allerton, is...

We're all parts of a tremendous whole.

There's no use fighting it.

The queer bars here don't compare
to the Stateside queer joints,

and that is depressing.

I wouldn't know.

I've never been to any queer joints
except those Dumé took me to.

I guess there's kicks and kicks.

You haven't? Really?

No.

Never.

...there's a gorilla in a cage...

- After you.
- And turn the lights down?

...masturbating...

Should we go back to my place?

I have some Napoleon brandy.

Alright.

Hello! Buenas noches.

Insurgentes y Monterrey. Tres pesos.

Oh, fuck off.

I'm sorry, I can't hear.

Fuck you, man!

Shit!

Fuck, man.

Sometimes I think they don't like us.

Let's walk, come on.

Well, welcome.

Yes!

Welcome.

I'll fix you a drink.

Good Lord!

Napoleon must have pissed in this one.

I was afraid of that, an untutored palate!

Your generation
has never learned the pleasures

that a trained palate
confers on the disciplined few.

It is godawful.

Still, it's better
than a California brandy.

It does have a suggestion
of a cognac taste.

Oh, yeah.

Can I show you over the house?

This is the...

bedroom.

I'll get you some more brandy.

Sweet stuff, dearie.

This wasn't made in Mexico.

No, I bought it in Scotland.

Are you...?

I wonder what the matter could be.

You didn't drink that much.

- Are you okay now?
- Yes, I think so.

- Let's get this sweater off.
- Okay.

That rib's broken.

Do I smell like vomit?

No.

Wait, wait.

I know telepathy to be a fact

since I've experienced it myself.

What interests me is
how I can use it, you know?

In South America,
at the headwaters of the Amazon,

grows a plant called "yagé"

which is supposed
to increase telepathic sensitivity.

Medicine men use it in their work

and a Columbian scientist,
whose name escapes me,

isolated from yagé
a drug he calls "telepathine".

I read all this in a magazine article.

Later, I see in another article
the Russians are using yagé

in experiments on slave labor.

It seems they want to induce
states of automatic obedience

and ultimately,
of course, thought control.

How about the T-bone steak for two?

That's fine.

Oh, they list Baked Alaska.

- Ever eat it?
- No.

Real good.

It's hot on the outside

and cold inside.

That's why they call it "Baked Alaska",
I imagine.

You know, I got an idea for a new dish.

You take a live pig
and you throw it into a very hot oven

so the pig is roasted outside

and when you cut into it,
it's still alive and twitching inside.

Or, if we run a dramatic joint,

a screaming pig
covered with burning brandy

runs out of the kitchen...

And dies right by the chair.

You just reach down,
you pull off the crispy, crackly ears

and eat them with your cocktails.

Well, if you insist.

- I want a rum and coke.
- Sure. Why not?

Let's go to the Ship Ahoy.

I was treated, you know,
by the therapist in the Army.

What did he say?

He said I'm an Oedipus

and I love my mother.

Everybody loves their mother, son.

I mean, I love her physically.

I don't believe that, son.

Lee, did you hear Jim Cochran
made it back to the States?

He plans to work in Alaska.

Thank God I am a gentleman
of independent means

and do not have to expose myself

to the inclemencies
of near-Arctic conditions.

But never mind...

I've got bigger fish to fry.

What?

"Bigger fish" is right.

Cold,

slippery,

hard to catch.

- Santé!
- Santé!

How about dinner?

I think I'll work tonight.

Like the Wallace administration,
I subsidize non-production.

I will pay you 20 pesos
not to work tonight.

And a drink?

No, not now.

Anyway, I have to go.

See you tomorrow.

Yes, good night.

Eugene.

Oh, God... Darling!

Look at that!

High, handsome, blissfully stupid...

I mean, guys like us
have to look out for one another.

Yes!

Put it again.

Careful!

Apologies.

You guys alright?

Yeah.

I want to talk to you.

Without speaking.

And I wanna touch you,

like the Russians,

like the Mayans...

- Alright, Bill, let's take it easy.
- Hey. Hey Tom.

Come on, yeah.

- You got a drink, Tom?
- Yeah.

- I could use a couple.
- A cup of water, maybe.

Aren't you queer?

I'm not queer.

I'm disembodied.

How are you?

Sleepy. I just got up.

See you.

I was thinking about
going down to South America soon.

Why don't you come with me?

Won't cost you a cent.

Perhaps not in money.

I'm not a...

difficult man to get along
with.

We could reach
some satisfactory arrangement.

What you got to lose?

Independence.

Who's going to cut into your independence?

You can lay all the women
in South America,

if you want to.

All I'm asking is...

to be nice to me,

say...

twice a week?

That isn't too excessive, is it?

Besides,

I'll buy you a round-trip ticket,

you can leave at your discretion.

I'll think it over.

This newspaper job I'm doing
runs ten days more.

So I'll give you a definite answer

when the job folds.

Your job is...

Alright.

Hello.

Well, it's in the wrong place.

How was your trip to Morelia?

It was alright.

You know, I'm thinking about
buying a half interest in this place.

You exist on credit here, right?

Tom says you owe 400 pesos.

Maybe, if I was half owner of the joint,

you wouldn't be
in a position to ignore me.

So how about this trip to South America?

It's always nice to see places
you haven't seen before.

Can you leave any time?

Any time.

Come on, come on!

What did you say it was
you are looking for down here?

No, not here. In Ecuador.

Yagé.

Never heard of that.

You heard of H and C, right?

Heroin and cocaine.

You can get those in the city.

Oh, okay.

Gracias, adiós.

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Gracias.

It's not that much further, right?
Just a little bit up the road.

Are you awake, Gene?

Yes.

Cold? You cold?

No.

Can I come over, over there with
you?

Alright.

You're twitching all over.

Yeah.

Christ almighty, your hands are cold.

Fucking stairs!

Stairs are fine, Lee. They're fine.

- Take a seat.
- Thank you.

Just over here.

Oh, God.

Dysentery?

Can you describe me your symptoms?

Bloody diarrhea, cramps, and vomiting...

- High temperature.
- Yeah, right, high temperature.

Please.

The prescription that works best is...

paregoric with bismuth.

Tell the truth now.

Are you addicted to opiates?

Better you tell me or I cannot help you.

Yes.

And how long has this addiction lasted?

Oh, just too long, sir, too long.

It's why I left the States.

My condition makes me a criminal there.

You must stop this habit.

Better you should suffer now
than lose your life.

I want to stop.

It's just...

I need to get some sleep.

I'm going to the coast tomorrow,
to Manta, so I...

You must stop this habit.

I know.

Here.

THREE CCs OF OPIUM TINCTURE

Thank you.

Three CCs? What the fuck
am I supposed to do with three CCs?

Maybe we'll convince them to give you
something else at the pharmacy.

Yes, those ladies are so nice,
they'll understand...

Should we grab a drink?

No, I'd rather stay here
and take pictures.

What's the matter?

I thought you were going to run
your hand down my ribs.

I wouldn't do that.

You think I'm queer or something?

Frankly, yes.

Scooch over.

Do you mind this?

Not terribly.

But you do...

enjoy it sometimes?

The whole deal.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Christ! Fuck!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have tried so soon
after last time.

It was a breach of contract.

I don't like people
who apologize at breakfast.

Really, Gene?

Aren't you taking unfair advantage?

Like someone was junk sick

and I don't use junk,

and I say, "Sick? Really?

"Why do you tell me
about your disgusting condition?

"You might at least have the decency
to keep it to yourself.

"You must realize how distasteful it is

"to see you sneezing,
and coughing, and retching.

"Why don't you take it someplace else
so I don't have to look at it? You know?

"I mean, have you any idea
how tiresome you are, or how repulsive?

"I mean, have you no pride?"

That is not fair at all.

Well, it isn't supposed to be fair.

It's just a routine for your amusement,

containing a modicum of truth.

Can you hurry up and finish your breakfast
so you don't miss the Salinas bus?

You're not coming?

No. I'm going to Quito, remember?

Oh, right.

Yagé?

And why would you say
you were interested in this plant, Mr...?

Lee. I...

I read about it,

in a magazine.

It said that yagé
increases telepathic sensitivity.

The Russians are using it
in thought control experiments.

Probably by the CIA as well.

- Are you with the CIA?
- No.

And then why would you be interested
in thought control experiments?

No, I'm not.

I'm interested in telepathy.

Telepathy? Why?

Oh, it...

I suspected
that it was only a matter of time

before North Americans like yourself

would start coming to Ecuador
seeking out yagé.

Well, yeah...

You think it can fix things for you.

It is not a drug
in the sense you understand it.

It is not recreational
like cocaine or heroin.

There is nothing recreational
about heroin.

My point is that yagé
does not provide a pleasant trip.

It is not something to be done casually,
without the proper supervision.

Well, can you provide me
with that supervision?

Do I look like an Indian in the jungle?

No, but...

I'm sorry. I can't help you.

How much
would I have to pay you for a map?

I think you misunderstand
the nature of the telepathy

that can be achieved with yagé.

Communication without speaking,

on the level of intuition, it's...

Who is it that you're trying
so desperately to communicate with?

Your wife?

No.

There is an American botanist

living a few hours outside of Puyo,
deep in the jungle.

Her name is Cotter.

She's mad like you,
trying to develop some medicine.

Perhaps if you pay her a visit,
she can help you.

I warn you, though.

Yagé is not a portal to some other place.

It is a mirror.

And when you look into it,
you may not like what you see.

By the time you realize you are not ready,

it may be too late.

Come, I'll draw you the map.

Careful, careful!

Hello?

Hello?

D'you hear that?

Hello?

Hello?

Help! Help!

For the love of God, help us!

Announce yourselves,

or prepare to suffer a fate worse

than whatever
that viper was gonna give you.

Right, I'm...

Right there is fine.

My name is William Lee. This is...

Get up!

Eugene Allerton.

We've come a long way to talk to you.

Doctor Cotter,

I presume.

My apologies about the viper.

Oh, please, it was just... No, no.

He's there for security, of course.

Security? Why would, why...?

From prowlers.

Coming after my research.

Why did you say you boys came out here?

We wanted to ask you about the...

the vegetation in the area.

The vegetation?

I would be the right person
to ask about that.

Yeah.

Those are all gifts from the Shuar people.

My "tribe", so to speak.

Can I ask you about the bowls?

Yeah.

They're for a healing ceremony.

- Right.
- Yeah.

Involving a brew

that's made from one
of the plants in the area.

Yagé.

Maybe...

Maybe out here it's called...

"ayahuasca"?

I hear that

the Russians and the Americans
are using it for different experiments.

The truth is...

That's why we came out here.

I want to explore
the properties of this drug.

I'd be willing to take some.

As an experiment, you know?

We both would.

Yagé

is connected to brujería.

Right.

Witchcraft.

To get some,

you'd have to develop
a relationship with the local brujo.

- Yeah?
- Right.

It'd take years...

to gain his confidence.

Do you have that confidence?

Come here! Come here.

I've been out here a long time.

Yeah...

I think the boys must be tired, no?

Yeah.

I expect they are!

Thank you again for the supplies.

Oh, that's just...

Come on!

Yeah, come on,
let me show you where you'll sleep.

Okay.

- Thank you.
- Good night.

Your friend's already up
having coffee with hubby.

Here!

Why don't you take this
and explore the area today?

Try and kill us something
we can eat tonight.

I'm right.

Cotter says...

Cotter says the Indians have cleared
most of the game out of the area.

They all have shotguns from the money
they made working for Annexia.

What's that?

I'm gonna go try to shoot it.

- What is it?
- What?

- What is it?
- How should I know?

It's alive, isn't it?

No! Shit!

Gene! Gene!

Tell the truth now.

You boys really here for the yagé?

I mean,
I appreciate the supplies you brought,

but if I find you
trying to run off with my research,

I'll kill you,

and dump you in the jungle.

No one will miss you out here.

Doc...

Doc, I... Ouch!

With...

With all due respect,

I couldn't give two shits
about your research.

I've already forgotten
everything you told me about it.

You know it doesn't get you high, right?

Not like you're used to.

I'm a medical doctor.
I can spot a junkie from a mile away.

I'm not interested in getting high.

What are you interested in?

Telepathy.

- He likes you.
- Yeah?

Usually, he bites.

I'll help you.

You know where I can find it?

It's everywhere!

You tripped over it
in the jungle this afternoon.

Yeah.

Banisteriopsis caapi.

The Indians call it...

yagé.

You feel anything?

No.

- Do you?
- No.

I think we just drank a bunch
of leaves and twigs from the ground.

Here they are.

Come over, boys!

Easy.

I'm not queer.

Lee.

I'm not queer.

I know.

I'm disembodied.

Gene.

Gene.

Go to sleep.

You boys,

should stay a couple more days.

For most people,
the first time's just an introduction,

the opening of a door.

But for you two...

it was something else.

It'd be a shame not to see
where it might take you.

I need to be getting back.

What are you so afraid of?

Door's already open. Can't close it now.

All you can do is look away.

But why would you?

You should have seen yourself last night.

Yeah.

Lee?

Hi, Joe.

Anybody else you'd like to ask me about?

No one?

A kid named Allerton, maybe?

- It's why you came back, isn't it?
- I was getting around to it.

He went down to South America
or some place.

With an army colonel.

How long ago?

About six months.

Allerton went along as guide.

They were going
to sell the car in Guatemala.

A '48 Cadillac.

I felt there was something not quite right
about the deal,

but Allerton never said anything definite.

You know how he is.

Nobody's heard from him since he left.

He said something
about joining you down there.

He never said anything to you about it?

When did you get this?

Oh, you know...

You know what happened to my camera?

- Stolen.
- I had it stolen by this Colombian kid

I was getting acquainted with.

Took a bunch of my socks too,
the little bastard!

So what's the story?

You making it with anyone these days?

Chimu's still here.

Why don't we go
check out the local nightlife?

Please...

Yes, I'm not really feeling up
for it either.

Green Lantern?

Those guys are still here?

All of them, if you can believe it.
All except Dumé.

He's gone.

He died?

No, he had to go back to Virginia
to take care of his mother.

It's funny thinking of him
having a mother.

- Yes. Well, he doesn't anymore. She died.
- Right.

You look good, Lee.

- I do?
- No.

But it's good to see you.

Yeah.

You too.

Yeah.

Lee.