The Brothers Grimm Page #2

What do I have, Will?

You, my handsome friend, have heart.

You, bro, have enough bullshit

to fill the palace of Versailles.

Right. You want the truth of it, boys?

It's a short, brutish struggle, then you die.

Life's little subterfuges

make it all worthwhile.

Well...

Your half, Professor.

Oh.

Would you prefer this in magic beans?

I'll take the beans, thanks, Will.

Stupid!

(ravens caw)

(hums)

(rustling)

(growling)

(gasps)

(twig snaps)

(wolf howls)

(wolf howls)

(gasps)

(roaring)

(wolf howls)

(wolf howls)

(screams)

Who's there?

(roaring)

Hey!

Can you hear me?

(screams)

Where are you?

(Gypsy dance music)

Yes, we stood together.

Honestly.

And you were very, very brave,

weren't you?

Who's a brave miller?

You are.

Drink up, dear boy.

Will Grimm. Shall we?

Nothing comes between us brothers.

Not wicked witches.

No. And not vicious beasts in disguise.

And not murderous queens.

No.

Not even Godfather Death.

Because only the truest of truthful love

could ever beat the Grim Reaper.

- Isn't that right, Will?

- Absolutely!

The Grim Reaper!

Oh, I've got a story, I've got a story.

Shush. Shush.

Once upon a time there was an imp

whose name we had to guess.

We had to go right down to

the flaming belly of hell to find out.

But we did it. We did it!

I can tell you what. This business is quite

a lucrative one. Know what I mean?

There is definitely money

to be made in witches.

Jake!

- He can't hold his ale.

- I can't hold my ale!

(cheering)

(thud)

(music slows then stops)

German pigs!

Bloody French.

Oh, kiss a froggie

and he'll turn into a prince.

(Will) Stop it, Jake.

Stop it. You're drunk.

Shut up.

Hello. Bonsoir.

Something full-blooded.

Perhaps a gorgeous

Chteauneuf-du-Pape.

Come on. 1792.

A very good year.

- (band plays "La Marseillaise")

- (Will) Vive la rvolution.

On the house.

Oh, no. Don't be too hasty, my friend.

Better to let something like that breathe.

That's the weak piss

Hans brews in the basement.

Nice one. Nice one. So... Ow!

Well, the music seems

to have turned horribly French.

Shall we continue

our little philosophical discussion upstairs?

What do you say, Jake?

A little chit, a little chat.

A little huff, a little puff,

thank you very much, Will.

There he goes.

Mythical damsels and princesses

are all he's really concerned with.

Very well, then. Magic awaits.

I know, we can play my favorite game.

It's called Who's the Fairest of Them All?

Beans, Jake. Beans.

Beans!

Ah, you're an idiot!

Wait for me, now, ladies.

I'm coming. I'm coming.

(mumbling) Beans.

Will, they're magic beans.

No, they're magic beans, Will.

And the giants will crush you

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