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But he can't take that bunk.

Pardon me, but this bunk

belongs to someone else.

That so?

But you don't understand.

This bunk belongs to Moll.

Moll, huh?

And right here in the same dormitory.

That's going to be cozy.

What does that rat mean

by taking my bunk?

But he's always had this bunk.

Then he might've known

I'd be around for it.

Friend of his?

- Why, yes, we're friends. Why not?

- Yeah, why not?

Because he's a maggot, see.

Tell him that I said so.

Tell him that Verne says

he's a flatheaded maggot.

Go on, tell him.

Moll. Nice hero for the kid, ain't he?

A gorilla.

Looks from here

as if you couldn't use any part of him.

No, nor any of his friends

or monkey ancestors.

- Maybe you're a pal of his?

- Maybe.

Well, then stand up and cut loose,

and I'll pick it up from there.

And what could either of us win?

Oh, you're one of those guys

that play it safe, huh?

Safe, or maybe smart.

- You been here long? Do I know you?

- I've been around.

- Maybe we just never made connections.

- Maybe that's it.

What's that book you got there?

Let's see it.

The Bible?

Forget it, pal, you're wasting your time.

So? Maybe you've read it.

Read it? I know this book backwards.

Before I came here I laid in solitary

for six months at Saint Miguel's.

There was one in my cage.

Well, I didn't have nothing else to do,

I had to read it.

- Well?

- It don't make sense.

Here, this one will start you

talking to yourself. Listen.

"So God created man in his own image. "

How do you like that?

Now take a look at me.

Do I look like a god to you?

This forsaken place is full of gods,

I suppose.

Only they're not working at it right now.

They're gods on a holiday.

Answer that one.

It sounds simple enough. I think it means

that each man has some of the qualities

of God inside him,

if he wants them,

and if he looks for them.

There's a couple here

worth looking for, too.

You remember that one

about the Red Sea?

The waters parted

and they crossed on dry land?

Maybe I'll try it someday

on that jungle out there.

I'll just wave my hand,

and there'll be a path,

and I'll cross over to the mainland.

And if the path ain't there, I'll make one.

- You'll make what?

- Hello, Moll.

Get your filthy carcass off my bunk.

Sure, Moll. Where'll you have it?

Moll. We don't want trouble now.

- I'll murder the bleeding...

- They'll throw you in solitary, Moll.

Yeah, you're right, kid.

I'll move down to the other end

where the air's better.

You can have the bunk, Verne.

You'll need it,

kicking off the rest of them years.

That's not like Moll to back down

that way. He's not yellow.

- There's something in the wind.

- Maybe there is, Verne,

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