The Man Who Would Be King Page #2

can trace it...

...to the builders

of Solomon's Temple.

- Old wives' tales, I suspect.

- Yes, in all likelihood, sir.

Well, let's have a look

at your lodge brothers.

Right turn.

Halt.

Hats off!

You men are not under arrest...

...thanks to Mr. Kipling, who's a real

correspondent for The Northern Star.

But both of you richly deserve

to be in jail.

I have your records before me.

There's everything

from smuggling to swindling...

...receiving stolen goods

and barefaced blackmail!

I resent the accusation.

It is blackmail to threaten

to publish information.

What blackmail is there in accepting

a retainer to keep it out?

How did you propose to do that?

Telling the editor what I know

about his sister...

...and a certain government official.

Let him put that in his paper

if he has need of news!

You should have gone home

after your army service.

To what? A porter's uniform

outside a restaurant?

Tips for closing cab doors

on civilians and their blowzy women?

Not for us, after watching

Afghans take command...

...when the officers had copped it!

- Well said!

There may be no criminal charges, but

I'll see these files reach Calcutta...

...with the advice you be

deported as political undesirables.

Detriments to the empire and the raj.

Detriments you call us? Detriments?

Detriments like us built this bloody

empire and the izzat of the raj!

Hats on!

About turn!

By the left, quick march!

Left turn!

There's no need to let any of this

get into the Star, I take it, Kipling?

No, no, no.

Copy.

My God! You two!

What do you want this time?

- We want to ask you a favour.

- Another favour?

Calm down, we've never taken

advantage of a fellow in the craft.

We don't want money,

just a little time...

...a look at a book or two,

a study of your maps.

We'll take a drink, but if not,

we won't mind.

Peachy is as sober as I am.

It's important you have no doubts.

So we'll take one of your cigars

apiece, and you shall watch us...

...light up.

And now, sir...

...let me introduce you to Brother

Peachy Carnehan, which is him...

...and Brother Daniel Dravot,

which is I.

The less said about our jobs,

the better. We've been most things.

We've been all over India. We know

her cities, jungles, jails and passes.

We have decided

she isn't big enough for us.

The commissioner said that.

We're going to another place...

...where a man isn't crowded

and can come into his own.

We're not little men,

so we're going away to be kings.

- Kings of Kafiristan.

- Oh, Kafiristan.

We hear they have two and 30 idols

there. So we'll be the 33rd and 34th.

It's a place of warring tribes,

meaning a land of opportunity...

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