Green Fire Page #4

Forget it.

Oh, oh, uh, Steward, Steward.

My friend has had,

you know, couple of...

See he gets ashore okay

and no breakfast for me.

Yeah.

I'd better get you to bed, boy.

Yeah. Hey, wait a minute,

wait a minute, wait a minute.

I paid for a single.

Who's the other fella?

What's the difference?

It'll give you someone

to talk to.

Heh, you're a pal.

Always a pal.

Boy, the boat's rolling.

Haven't even left the dock

and it's rolling and...

Oh!

When you wake up, baby,

don't forget

auld lang syne was your idea.

Ah, Rian.

You have come back.

Carlos, my friend,

I came into an inheritance

by way of Canada.

Sudden death?

All of it, my friend?

All of it. 2000.

Two thousand?

Sure.

Vic!

Looking for me, chum.

All right.

All right, where is it?

Come on!

Wait a minute.

Vic, feast your eyes on that.

Suppose you'd lost?

The point is, I didn't lose.

Don't give me that malarkey.

Give me the dough.

I'm going to Canada.

There's enough here to tear

the insides

out of that mountain.

Be practical.

Canada can wait.

This is what we've been

looking for all our lives.

Maybe I didn't

make myself clear.

The answer is no!

Emeralds, Vic, not carbon!

Emeralds.

Just for a few months

on a mountain!

At the risk of being a bore,

the answer is still no.

N-O. No!

I must be crazy. It's the only

answer that makes any sense.

Believe me, Vic,

you made the right decision.

Well, if the emeralds

are as big as the mosquitoes,

we're in great shape.

Oh, you don't have to worry

about the mosquitoes

where we're going.

It's the sort of place

a man dreams

of finding all his life.

Hospitable people,

warm tranquil days, cool nights.

And the view...

Wait until you see the view.

Blonde or brunette?

Huh?

We've been together

a long time, pal.

Ah, she's a blonde vision

of loveliness.

Yeah, she'll be waiting on

the dock just where I left her.

She makes all the others

look like lampshades.

Tell me, do you look for

the mountain first,

then the girl, or the girl,

then the mountain? Hmm?

I just thought I'd ask.

You know, how they

always seem to go together

like the chicken and the egg.

Huh?

What now?

I don't know.

What's the matter, amigo?

I don't know.

There's something wrong!

Always they have come out

for their supplies.

I don't like it.

It looks very bad.

I'm going to shore

and find out what has happened.

Uh, wait a second.

Why don't you send the mate?

We'll go along with you.

Well, thank you, Senor Mitchell.

El Moro! El Moro!

Quick! Get under that hut!

El Moro seems to have

taken over.

Every hut's a booby trap.

Who is El Moro?

Hmm, didn't I tell you

about him?

No, you neglected to mention it.

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