Nubian Spirit: The African Legacy of the Nile Vallley

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I am Death, Denny Colt.

You are the only man who has

ever escaped my cold embrace.

But I am never far away.

Yes.

I'm always with you.

- Yeah.

- Something big is breaking down...

...by the mudflats, Spirit.

By the wreck of an old cargo ship.

Word on the street

is The Octopus might be in on it.

I'd call it in...

...but who knows

how far his tentacles spread?

Who we can trust?

I'm on my way.

My city. She's always there for me.

Every lonely night, she's there for me.

She's not some tarted-up fraud

all dressed up like a piece of jailbait.

No. She's an old city...

... old and proud of her every pock

and crack and wrinkle.

She's my sweetheart, my plaything.

She doesn't hide what she is,

what she's made of:

Sweat, muscle

and blood of generations.

She sleeps.

After midnight and until dawn,

only shadows move in the silence.

There she is!

- Get her.

- Damn, I've got no time for this.

My city screams. She needs me.

She is my love. She is my life.

And I am her Spirit.

Don't worry, you're safe now.

Try to catch your breath.

- Here, let's get you to your feet.

- Police!

Over here, MacReady.

This is a good man, you can trust him.

Tell him everything.

- I will.

- Call your shrink if you got one.

What are you?

That's The Spirit.

God bless him.

She provides for me, my city does.

She gives me everything I need.

Move it over, Liebowitz. I'm driving.

Sussman called.

Something's going down here.

Could be big.

- How big?

- Octopus big.

- Jesus! We better call for backup.

- Not just yet.

Sussman wants this one

kept under the radar for now.

Yes. Come closer. Come home to me.

You hear that, boss?

Every goddamn night.

Lorelei. The angel of death.

She's never far away. Not from me.

They say only sailors and cops

can hear her.

Well, I'm not a sailor.

And I'm not a cop.

- Officer down.

- Roger that, I copy.

Get an ambulance. Call Dolan.

- Commissioner...

- Not Commissioner Dolan.

- Dr. Dolan.

- Still breathing.

- Spirit says he's still breathing.

- Keep me advised.

Hurts like a son of a b*tch.

Take it easy. We'll get you home.

That broad.

- You should have seen her.

- Broad?

A beautiful broad.

She was beautiful.

Keep him talking. Keep him awake.

You look for more footprints,

Liebowitz.

Yeah. She was beautiful.

If this is the wrong box,

I'll kill you myself.

Just get us out of here.

It's The Octopus.

You know what he can do.

Shut up and bleed.

You look for more footprints,

Liebowitz.

She was beautiful.

And she wasn't looking

for a fight, either.

Easy, now.

Just breathe through your nose

if you can.

Getting dizzy.

Steady. Steady.

Heads up!

Take it home, boys.

When me and The Spirit get together,

we like to party all night.

There is nothing I like better

than kicking your ass all night long.

Except maybe eggs.

Where's the truck?

Silken Floss is the most

beautiful woman.

How do we find our way home

without her?

Silken Floss is the most beautiful

woman ever.

She was supposed to be here.

How do we find our way home

without her?

Where's the truck?

I found the truck!

Silken Floss

is the most beautiful woman ever.

Load up the box and pile in,

specimens.

You've done your

petri dishes proud.

No need to wait for the boss

if that's The Spirit back there.

The Octopus always finds his nemesis

so distracting.

It is The Spirit. He had his hat on.

We was watching.

Well, then, they'll be at it all night.

- Yeah, boss said so.

- Boss said so. We was watching.

Oh, God. Yeah. I heard.

Silken Floss is the most beautiful...

You're giving me a headache,

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