Legend of the Lost Page #2

If you let me handle this negotiation,

dear friend...

You keep your sticky fingers out of this,

dear friend.

I'll take the job if there's enough in it

to buy me out of Timbuktu.

And how much is that?

I owe this drinker of human blood

around 1,000.

What about you, Dita?

Make it a couple hundred more.

And 2,500 for a boat out of Dakar.

Are you willing to pay 4,000?

Yes.

Good. Settled.

And without any foolish waste of time.

You have hired a guide...

Oh, shut up.

I congratulate you upon this union, Joe.

See you later.

Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

No.

Why not? It's my last night.

Maybe my last night in Timbuktu.

Come on, we'll give it a nice goodbye.

This is no time for frivolities.

There are donkeys to select

for the morning. Come on.

You'll steal less if I go along.

Keep your eye on your wallet, Bonnard.

Sorry, Dita, I've got a stake in this one.

Bonnard.

Mr. Bonnard.

Women.

Not me.

The world is full

of ferocious animals.

But there is only one unkind one.

Man.

Animals will kill, but a man does worse.

He hurts.

I hate men.

It's morning. I have to go.

No.

Yes, you must go to sleep.

No.

Talk to me.

You're like a small child

asking for fairy tales.

A child.

If I only was.

If I could start over...

You can.

Everybody can do what they want.

Sin doesn't make a sinner.

Sin is a wound that can be healed.

Struck out? Let's mosey.

Get out of here! Go away!

If you want to scrub up Dita's soul,

it's all right with me.

It may take a little time.

Go on, laugh at me,

because a man sat talking to me all night

as if I were a human being.

Go on, laugh, you desert pig!

I hate loud chippies.

Dirt, dirt! That's all you are!

I don't think that was very kind.

If you want to hang around here

and confuse this lady further, go ahead.

We can start tomorrow.

The desert will still be there.

- No. I have to go. Are the donkeys loaded?

- They're loaded.

Okay, I will join you.

Did you pay for this?

Yes.

No sense leaving temptation

in the lady's way.

We'll be ready to start in 15 minutes

unless you have other plans.

He is a friend of yours?

Yes.

He is a friend.

They're all friends,

all the pigs in Timbuktu!

I hate myself!

I will remember a woman

whose heart was full of pain.

I have to go.

Goodbye, Dita.

Goodbye, Dita.

Everything all right?

Good morning, Joe.

- So, you're off?

- Maybe.

- Did you find out more about our friend?

- Nope.

A man of mystery?

Surely you talked to him last night?

No. He was busy.

Oh!

With Dita!

He sat up preaching to her all night.

To Dita! No! That's impossible to believe.

He was still fanning away at her

when I walked in on them this morning.

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