The Quest Page #4

All that will be on his mind

is fighting.

Miss Newton is off getting

her story of the century...

and in the meantime,

you, Harry and yours truly...

will be devising ways and means

of stealing the dragon.

- Yeah. Sounds good to me.

- Good?

It is perfect. All we have to do

is keep the champ in our pocket.

- So, we ready to go?

- Thank you.

Well, now, who is this?

Carrie Newton. It's a pleasure to meet

the heavyweight champion of the world.

- Is she goin' with us?

- Somebody to record the historic event.

Let's get goin'.

Her father owns the "New York Globe."

- Well, whoop-de-doo.

- All right, make a pretty picture.

Smile.

Come on. Smile!

Now what?

Trust me.

Man, boss,

these elephants are bustin' my rump.

Oh, stop complaining, Harry.

We could be back in Cairo on camels.

Where'd you get

the haircut- the army?

No, I'm, uh-

I'm a sailor.

I'll tell you what. You look like

you're in pretty good shape.

I'll work you out, give you

a few pointers. Who knows?

Maybe you'd make a good fighter.

Now that's the way to earn some money.

Yeah.

Yep, that's a pretty lady.

- Oh, my achin' rump.

- Elephants.

From now on in, it's horses.

Dobbs. I'm gonna go for a walk.

Oh, be careful, boy-o.

Taken one?

A funeral.

No headstones.

That's how they bury thieves here.

Makes them give back to the earth.

Hey, Dobbs,

what do you drink with tonic?

Don't tell me.

- Gin.

- I said don't tell me.

Shut up, you!

The Americans!

Welcome to our humble inn.

Thank you.

- What the hell is this?

- Fresh-killed cobra, champ.

Well, I always say one should never eat

on an empty stomach.

I'm for that.

Well, isn't this a small world?

Khao, my old friend,

I just realized I owed you some money.

- Harry?

- You didn't pay him?

No, he didn't pay me.

He's a thief. I'm used to him.

But you-

You are worse. You dare go to

the Ghan gheng to fight against us...

after we've trained you in the ways

of the Muay Thai warrior.

You got it all wrong, pops.

He ain't gonna fight. I am.

Correct.

That is correct.

This is Maxie Devine, the champ.

You are a fighter?

What are you talkin' about?

- What the hell's goin' on here?

- He's just talking nonsense.

It's gotten

a little quiet, hasn't it?

Now, as I was saying...

before I was so rudely interrupted

by Mr. Khao-

Excuse me, honorable sir.

We need this table.

- So do we.

- But-

You heard him!

Now beat it.

I said-

I say, do you speak English?

He knows what you're saying.

Hey, pal, scram.

Easy, kid.

It ain't worth it.

What the hell is this?

That's what you'll

face at the Ghan gheng.

Good morning, champ.

Good morning, my ass.

You think I was born yesterday?

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