The General Died at Dawn Page #4

very limited self.

Mine is in people.

One day, they will all

walk on earth, straight, proud.

Men, not animals, with no fear

of hunger or poverty.

That's not so bad to die for,

sweetheart.

The time has come

when even,

even peasants

dare to laugh

in the face

of officer and General.

Pal, my nose

bleeds for you.

Give me the money.

Couldn't Wong

find it?

He's saying no money

in your place.

Cough up, Sam.

Give me the money.

The eight characters

of destiny are against you.

No money tonight.

Eight characters say

you are a liar.

Come and get it.

Fight?

Give me.

All right.

This is

the money.

You don't have

to worry an iota.

I'll take it

right to him.

Uh, Brighton.

That's his name?

Yes,

Brighton.

He is waiting

at the Mansion House,

Shanghai.

And

B- R-l-G-H-T-O-N.

Now I got it all in my head,

every word of it.

No mistake?

Oh!

General Yang never

forgets mistakes.

Say, am I honest

or am I not?

After all,

I...

I keep Mr. O'Hara

for now.

Maybe his Shanghai friends make trouble,

et cetera, maybe.

You're

a running dog.

Thanks.

Very good man.

Teaches my men discipline

and how to make war.

We will float down the river

to Shanghai together,

me and O'Hara.

Pick up ammunition also together.

Two days from now, we arrive.

If Mr. O'Hara's friends

make trouble,

if I don't get ammunition,

Mr. O'Hara don't arrive.

No hummingbird

can fight 15 wolves,

Mr. O'Hara.

Now, was that so terrible

as you thought?

The Mansion House.

Mr. Brighton.

Mr. Brighton.

Paging Mr. Brighton.

Paging Mr. Brighton.

Paging Mr. Brighton.

Paging Mr. Brighton.

Paging Mr. Brighton.

"I'll be glad when you're dead,

you rascal you"

"I'll be glad when you're dead,

you rascal you"

Paging Mr. Brighton.

Paging Mr. Brighton.

Paging Mr. Brighton.

I'm Mr. Brighton.

Thank you.

No news?

No.

I am very worried.

Something

is very wrong.

Drink hearty, my friend.

Oh, no, you don't.

You can't get away

with that.

I won't even

drink this drink.

You're trying

to get me drunk,

so I'll wait here

for your man O'Hara.

But I won't.

Now, look here, Woozy.

Don't you know

I can't lay around this harbor

with that

load of guns?

Any minute, the gitchie-witchies

are liable to hop on us

and we're sunk.

What do you think

I'm doin'?

Waitin' till the kids

get out of school

to sell them

lollipops and pretzels?

No, it's munitions.

It's illegal.

Plenty guns.

Plenty bullets.

Plenty noise.

And you, none of your

philosophical remarks.

Get me, Chennie?

Is he comin' or not?

No philosophy.

Have a drink,

my friend.

Oh! Take the wax

out of your ears.

Don't you hear me?

You can't get me tight.

Mr. Brighton,

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