Angel in Exile Page #6

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A few shepherds... Mexicans...

live up there, don't they?

Say, do you mind me asking why

you didn't change your name, Mr Dakin?

Oh yes... You've paid your debt

to society.

Suppose we leave it that way.

What society doesn't know,

won't hurt it.

I'll be up again tomorrow.

You'll need a lot of mercury,

and a retort.

In the meantime, rig up

an amalgamating table.

About a mile above here, I'd say...

Come on.

Aren't we gonna ride up?

In this coffee-grinder?

They'd hear us comin' a mile away.

Carmencita... it's a long time

since I've seen you.

Not since the broken arm, eh?

What a gay bandage!

What a wound!

How did this dreadful injury occur?

Rafael Lpez bit me.

Rafael Lpez is a monster!

To go around biting the fingers

of little girls.

And why did Rafael Lpez bite you?

Because I hit him in the face

with a tortilla...

...I think.

Nevertheless, Rafael Lpez

is a barbarian, eh?

Alright, Carmencita... that's all.

Seorita, I will pay now.

Oh... what a beautiful flower.

I will give you a receipt.

Carmencita Mesales... For services rendered...

one flower.

Gracias, Seorita Chavez.

Ah... Seor Dakin!

Come in! Come in!

El chaqueta, pap.

- Oh, Seor Dakin!

- Hello.. thank you

I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

No... come in my friend...

You are welcome.

Sintese, seor.

Thank you very much.

Nothing wrong at the mine, I hope.

No... no... everything's fine.

I'm glad to hear that.

Stop it!...

Wine, Raquel!

Tell me, have you started production yet?

As a matter of fact, Doctor,

that's what I came to see you about.

We're so far ahead in production

that my partner and I can't handle it...

We need some help.

That's wonderful, my friend!

You said, the other day, you might be able

to get us a few men, here in town.

Well, of course, only...

Only what, Doctor?

There may be a problem.

Well, I'm willing to pay

anything you ask.

No, it's not that, my friend...

I'm sure we can find the men for you...

But a few of them may not

take your mine seriously.

- I mean...

- I know what you mean.

Mr Dakin, you make me feel like The Devil

trying to shake the faith of the saint.

I have shamed myself...

Forgive me!

You ask for a few men...

alright... you shall have them.

Now, is there anything else

I can do for you?

Well, we'll be doing our milling

at the mine...

We'll be needing an amalgamating table.

Amalgamating table?

Well, I don't know...

Ysidro lvarez!

Ysidro lvarez... he would have one.

Only he might not even know

where to find it.

A wonderful man, Seor Dakin.

Many years ago,

he was a miner himself.

If there is such a table

anywhere in these mountains...

...he will know of it!

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