The Quest Page #3

- Of course I saw him. Just keep moving.

- Did you see him?

- Keep moving.

Chris.

- We were looking for you, weren't we?

- Yeah, we were lookin' for you.

Good to see you again, my boy.

You've put on

a little muscle.

You've become famous.

I always said you'd make it.

- Didn't I?

- Mm-hmm.

You owe me.

Yes, I do, Chris,

and I always repay my debts.

What do you want?

- The golden dragon.

- Golden what?

The golden dragon

in the Lost City.

Lost City?

The best fighters will meet

to compete in secret...

for a big dragon

made of solid gold.

- Solid gold.

- Solid gold.

You think you can win?

No.

You're learning.

What exactly do you

want me to do?

You buy me back from Khao

and finance my trip to the Lost City.

Carrie Newton.

What'd I miss?

Chris, my son, it is fortuitous,

us meeting like this.

A bloody gold dragon, eh?

Well, I'll tell you what.

You get us to the Lost City,

and I'll make sure that you-

We come back

with the gold dragon.

Deal.

- Yeah, Newman, I got it.

- No, it's "Newton."

N- E-W-T-O-N.

- Do you have a table?

- Lord Dobbs.

It's all right, waiter.

He's with us.

- I need a way to get on the journey.

- Find your own, lady.

Well, how about at least

printing a teaser on the story?

Okay, you get me a photo, and

I might get it in "Around the World."

Wait. Here's the wire.

Aren't you who we sent

to the Orient to get out of our hair?

Hello!

Hey, Newman, you there?

- Oh, my God.

- Hello!

You see, Chris...

the problem is that you can't get

into this wretched Ghan gheng thing...

without a special invitation.

- We'll forge it.

- Impossible.

Apparently, it has a map on it,

so we are faced with a real dilemma.

- Good morning, gentlemen.

- Good morning, Miss Newton.

What are you so cheerful about?

Because, my lord, I hold in my hand

your ticket to that journey.

Not so fast.

First we make a deal.

What kind of deal?

I go with you

to the Ghan gheng.

- How do we know it's good?

- Oh, it's good.

It's very good.

Without it,

your plans are worthless.

- That's me. Devine. I need some help.

- Come with me.

- Mr. Devine?

- That's me.

Welcome to Bangkok.

I am Edgar Dobbs

of the Ghan gheng committee.

This is Harry Smith and

Christopher Dubois, your personal valet.

Hey, this is great.

I thought I was gonna get stuck...

with a couple of Oriental fellas

didn't speak no English.

Oh, not for you, champ.

Chris, the bags.

Dobbs, I'm gonna kill you.

Not yet.

Remember:

It's thieves with pride

that dangle from the gallows.

Who said that?

Edgar Dobbs, lvory Coast, 1920.

Besides, Chris, my son,

we have an almost perfect plan.

Maxie has the map and the invitation

that will get us into the Lost City.

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