The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus Page #5

She's pretty sick, you see.

She's going on surgery.

She scratched all can get.

She's gonna...That's all this is about.

This is money for her.

You understand?

I mean, how values...

we get you free tickets.

No, wait. We can do two

free tickets if you buy

another one at half price.

This offer is only available today.

What? - No, nothing.

'This offer is only available today.'

He took all that? - Yeah.

Have you ever seen so much?

That's what lying through

teeth can get you.

C'mon, Anton... How was he to know

that we're not be here tomorrow?

Hey, maybe my birthday

won't be so bad.

Yeah, maybe it wont' actually.

Maybe we can get out of this dump.

Anton...

Oi, George! Wrong end of

the horse, mate!

What was that?

You know, You shouldn't drink.

It doesn't agree with you.

Oh, you're sooo right.

You? What do you want

this time? I'll do anything.

I know you will. - By the way,

you man's lost his memory.

He's bloody useless!

- He's not my man. - What?

This little toe-rag.

Name's Tony Shepherd.

He used to run a big charity.

I wouldn't trust him. You don't

trust me do you? - No.

Just tell me what you want.

I just thought last night,

seeing you so upset,

that you can maybe use

a little glimmer of hope...

Maybe you can use a little bet?

No, it's over. Finito.

Oh, come on...it's never over.

C'mon, what you got to lose?

You could end by winning.

You can save her....

What do you say...

First to five souls?

First to five?

No tricks? No cheating?

- No. No cheating.

I say 'Yes'.

- I do love a betting man.

By her birthday then.

- That is today! You bastard!

Do you have any idea what rough

business we're doing?

Things are going to pick up.

As sure as eggs is eggs.

Okay. The first five souls wins.

I'll kill you! You son of b*tch!

I know. I'm glad to see you.

Wait!

Morning, Val.

- Hi, George.

Scrumpy?

Scrumpy.

Food! Food! We got food!

We got bread! We got cheese!

We got vegetables! We got everything!

Whatever this thing is...

It's all your fault we're

eating so well today.

Do you know how to pluck?

Is t-t-t-that Bertie?

George thought doves

would be better. Pluck it.

To pluck it? But - how?

Never mind.

Five souls in two days, eh!?

- What sarcasm. I'm trying to think.

He's been sent to us

for a reason. I know it.

The cards don't lie. - No?

Pardonnez-moi monsieur St. George...

I worried about you,

not knowing who you are...

It must be extremely difficult

to understand. - Yeah.

Really it is, it is...It's confusing.

- I may be able to help.- Really?

Yes. You see this contraption here?

Just...if you don't mind placing

on your head. That's it.

Now, see those wires?

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