The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus Page #3

It was a hard fight...I won.

My prize...The one thing

I coveted the most...

was ever-lasting life.

Everlasting torment...

He had tricked me.

Had let me win.

He knew times would change...

That one day, no one would

want my stories...

This was the price of my arrogance...

Forgotten. Lost.

Alone and desperate.

We've stopped.

- Go on, with your story.

Another time. Something's happened.

You'd better go and see.

Why do you always do this?!

You always stop in the

middle of your story!

Go and see.

I saw...someone d-dancing...

on the water.

I swear! I swear!

When the lightning flashed...

There was a shadow...

...Over there. You see that?

You see the dancer?

- Yeah, he's river dancing.

Yes, he's river dancing!

You see that?

That's someone hanging!

He's hanging over the bridge!

Hanging?

- Get a rope!

If he's hanging by his neck,

he's already got a rope.

Get a rope!

- Alright!

We're good!

Okay, alright, alright...!

Go, go, go!

There, swing you in!

Are you okay?

Why are you fishing dead

people out of the river?

Leave him. He's already dead!

Let's get hell out of here,

before police shows up.

Anton! Come, help me.

No, no, no...So will do I.

I'll do. Watch out.

We don't know where

he's b-been anyway.

Ready? All clear?

He's alive!

- Well, he was.

What the hell is that on earth?

Put him in the trunk.

The boss said leave him.

- He thought he was dead. Come on.

I d-don't like it.

It's none of our b-business.

What are you suggesting, we leave

him on the side of the road?

Definitely. Let's go.

Come on.

Hey, you!

I suppose somebody saves your life

everyday of the week. - What?

Is it too much bother

with a thank you?

Huh...who are you?

Percival St. Antoine della Touraine

et Sansepolcro da Piemonte, the Third.

If that seems too difficult,

you may call me Percy.

Where are we?

Geographically speaking, in the

Northern Hemisphere.

Socially, on the margins and,

narratively, with some way to go.

And your name is...

I can't remember.

- That's pretty handy.

Any credit cards?

- Ah! Are you trying to rob me?

What are you doing?

- ...with your name on them.

Where's my wallet, where's my phone...?

- Don't look at us.

Who are you?

- He can't remember.

Listen...Whoever you people are...

I need to go now, alright?

Might be for you.

There you are!

Pity...I speak Russian.

Hello. Are you alright?

Yeah.

Sorry, mate. Excuse me, mate.

Thank you fellow.

But you can't stay here.

- Why not?!

He's not one of us.

Look at him! Look at him!

...Without reason...excuse me...

We don't know what he's done.

Listen, I haven't done

anything, alright? - Alright.

I'm Englishman. I understand

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