Lost in a Harem Page #3

Go away.

Hello.

Pete! Pete!

- Stop that madman.

- The guy's killing me!

- Stop that.

- Pete!

- Hurry up. That cell right there.

- Pete! Help me!

What do you mean, I have to stop him?

I don't want to.

- I can't do anything with him.

- Pete! Pete! Pe...

All right, all right, all right.

What are you trying to do,

start another riot?

Picking on a poor old man like this.

Now, apologize to the gentleman.

Go on, apologize.

I am very sorry that I stopped you

from beating me further.

Satisfied? Thank you.

"Gentleman." I don't know.

Gentleman.

He called me a gentleman.

- Thank you.

- That's all right.

Those are the first kind words

I've heard in years.

You see, I haven't always

been a derelict...

...like you.

Now, now... Don't call me

those kind of bad names...

- Would you like to hear my story?

- No.

Very well.

Then I'll tell it to you.

I said that I'd...

I insist on listening. Go ahead.

- Sit down. Go ahead.

- Thank you.

Years ago, my father gave me

the benefit of a very good education.

Then I met her.

Oh, the memory of her.

She was beautiful, glorious.

We were married.

Two years later, a baby boy.

I haven't seen that boy to this very day.

- Did you say a little baby boy?

- Yes, I did.

- Did he have brown eyes?

- Yes, he did.

- And two little teeth in the front?

- Yes! Yes!

- And black hair?

- Yes.

- Daddy!

- Oh, what's the matter with you? Sit still.

Keep quiet.

Stop interrupting the man.

- I thought I found my father.

- Quiet.

- Go right ahead.

- Thank you, sir.

We were very happy, my little family.

One morning we were seated around

the table and a knock came at the door.

I opened the door and there stood a man.

He was broken in health and spirit.

I bade him enter.

I welcomed him into my home.

I said, "Make my home your home."

And he did.

One day I returned from work

to find that home was no longer home.

My wife, the baby

and the stranger had fled.

Then, one day...

...at the banks of the Pokomoko,

I found them.

Suddenly my brain snapped.

All the hatred, all the pent-up emotion

of years suffering welled up within me.

I knew I'd never be satisfied until I had

my bony fingers wrapped around his throat.

So with murder in my heart...

...slowly I turned.

Step by step...

...step by step,

I crept upon him.

And when I saw the sneer on his face,

I struck.

Then I grabbed him and I dragged him

and shook him around.

That's what I did to him.

What's the matter with you?

What are you interrupting the man for?

Oh, my poor friend, I'm sorry.

- I couldn't help myself.

- No. Certainly not.

But every time

I hear the word "Pokomoko"...

...I just wanna kill.

- Take it easy, pal. Take it easy.

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