The Fugitive Page #5

Figaro!

- Brandy, huh?

- Let's go.

Take him to the bullpen.

Attention!

- Another one?

- Brandy, sir.

Brandy? I see no brandy.

- You can smell it.

- I smell your breath. That's enough!

Take his name, Sergeant.

Get up.

Bullpen.

Haven't I seen you before?

What are you doing here, Father?

Who caught you?

Who gets the reward?

- The men who caught me, I suppose.

- Who? Who? Who?

- The police.

- Oh, the traitors.

So that's why they got me drunk?

You can't believe a soul these days.

- You're educated. Advise me.

- Where are they taking him?

Don't worry about him, Father.

Worry about me, I'm a poor man.

I have so much to worry about, Father.

It's your duty to help me. Advise me.

Why don't you tell them now?

They'll give you something.

Something? Why shouldn't I get it all?

I found you. It's mine, it belongs to me.

Help me. We must trust each other.

Hey, you. Come here.

- Jefe wants to see you.

- Where are they taking him?

Through the town.

It impresses the people.

Stay away from that crumb.

He's a police squealer.

Brandy, eh?

Very, very serious.

Against the law, you know.

Where's the evidence?

Oh, yes. Lieutenant broke the bottle, eh?

Too bad.

Ask him where he got it.

At the Hotel Splendide.

Poor man like this?

The Splendide?

You got it from a stranger,

didn't you?

Yes.

And you don't know

his name, do you?

No.

- Did he work off his fine?

- He's all right.

Dismissed.

All right, fellow, all right.

Father, here I am.

Father! Father!

Father!

Father!

Father! Father!

Did you see the priest?

I mean, a man?

Wait! Thief! I was a rich man!

I had a million pesos! Why did I trust him?

Father!

It's OK, sister.

Give the change to...

Good night, Father.

Please.

Father, we thought you had gone.

We thought you had left this land.

It was not to be.

You must get over the mountains.

That's the only way now.

I'll go with you.

We must start right away.

- If I could sleep... for a few hours.

- I'll get you some food.

But we must start right away.

Please.

The reason I'm going with you, Father,

is that I know the way.

Besides, you will be in less danger.

They will think I'm your wife

and Maria Dolores your baby.

I hope you're not offended, Father.

Are you?

You're not angry, Father?

Father!

Father!

Father!

- What's in there?

- My baby.

Please! She's asleep.

Keep watch for new boots, will you?

What have you got under here?

A priest maybe?

Maybe a sergeant.

Maybe a drink for a sergeant, huh?

Viejo/

How about a little cup, hm?

Hey, what have you got in there?

A kiss for a sergeant maybe, huh?

Perhaps.

Awful noisy out here.

Let's go inside.

Come on, what are you afraid of?

Don't you want me

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