Gentlemen of Fortune Page #2

- A grog mill.

- An easy burglary?

- A hop stop.

- An untrustworthy man?

- A wrong guy.

Pillar of the community?

I forgot...

Wait...

Mossback.

Yes, a mossback.

Wig, alright?

- May I try it?

- Go on.

Pull harder. It's a special glue.

He can even wash his head.

That's good.

- Good resemblance?

- Yes, but he's kind, the other's evil.

- Do you like it here?

- Cozy. Which is my bed?

Your sack.

- You've got to take the best spot.

- And where is that?

Yevgeny Ivanovich, don't you remember?

By the window, over there.

But someone's things are there.

Throw them on the floor.

When the owner comes back, you just

tell him to split, fade, get lost.

- Remember?

- Yes, I remember.

That's it. Soon they'll be returning

from work.

And don't forget, try to stress

that you've partly lost your memory.

If they start to beat you up,

knock on the door.

All right.

I mean, akey-okey.

Hey you!

Why'd you throw away my things?

You...

Listen, you...

You know...

What should I know?

Come on, be a good boy, will you?

Hey, it's Docent!

How you doing?

Welcome home!

- And you get lost!

- Right! Fade out!

He'd better get lost, or I'll clobber

him, whap him, gouge his blinkers out!

For the rest of your life you'll have

to work to pay for the bandages!

The knucklehead!

The fungus face!

Buzz off, boy,

or I'll bash your face in!

Why didn't you say so in the first

place?

Greetings, pen pals!

Well, I'll be a three-eyed owl!

- How you doing?

- Good old Raspy!

Hi, Docent!

Baby!

Listen, I've got a better spot for

your bunk, next to the slop-bucket!

- Who is he?

- Nicky of St. Pete's.

Listen, for less than that,

a lot less, much less,

I've strangled and torn guys apart!

Don't get sore, pal.

- I'll gouge your blinkers out!

- Help! The guy wants to blind me!

It's nothing serious.

Cross-eyes!

- Quiet!

- Huh? What?

- Where'd you ditch the helmet?

- Me?

Yes, you.

- You had the helmet, pal!

- Oh yeah? Then What did I do with it?

- How should I know?

- You're going to be sorry!

- What for?

- I'll hop you one!

Hey, cool it, Docent!

How would he know where the helmet is?

You dragged the helmet around.

You always kept the helmet in a bag.

When they busted us, it was not there.

You lost it yourself,

and now you try to pin it on me.

When anything goes wrong,

just blame it on old Cross-eyes.

- Don't you remember anything?

- Not A thing.

I dropped off that baggage rack

on the train.

Got bumped on the noggin. Here I

remember something, nothing there.

- Swear it!

- Let me never get out if I lie!

In between getting the helmet and my

trial, everything is like cut off.

Bullshit! One second you remember,

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