Two Brothers Page #4

Ah, ah, ah!

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Even at that age, they can take your finger off.

Tell me, Have you kept the skins of your animals after they are dead.

Sometime.

Wouldn't have had a tiger hide by any chance?

We can get you a tiger skin.

Good. Can I see it?

When do you need it?

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Then you can see it tomorrow. 1000 Piasters. Payable in advance.

I don't want it finished in gold leaves.

That's the price. It's up to you.

Do you want the skin or not?

If you do, 1000 Piasters. If you don't, get lost.

All right. Spend some on this little one, won't you?

Eating well.

Happens to be a friend of mine.

Hey, come on.

What do you cry about? You've been promoted.

You shouldn't be sad.

You were right not to leave that little tiger in the jungle.

It would have grown up to a man-eater.

I suppose.

You are a hunter.

You protect people from wild animals.

You're supposed to kill them, not to pity them.

It's exactly what I used to think.

For me, hunting is a novel occupation.

Well, I think it's also a novel occupation to share treasures to countries

where people don't know anything about them.

Wouldn't you agree?

My father agrees, if you give him money.

Nobody sees the statues here. You just left them decay in the jungle.

The jungle is their home. This is where they live.

So is where tigers lives, but you don't mind hunting them.

Do you remember the young man who give you this?

The one who lost his leg to a tiger?

He's my brother.

May I please, Your Excellency,

But your father always prefers to show the death wound in the photograph.

I am not my father.

So, where is the hole?

Here. Isn't that amazing?

Absolutely amazing. And very meticulous on their part.

Unfortunately the animal I shot was hit in the other ear.

So gentlemen, the sacred statues will no longer need to leave their temples

and migrate to Paris.

Why? Because Paris....

Would you mind holding it?

Sangha. Bitsy.

Help.

I want him out of my house.

But mom, he's mine.

Get him out of here.

Don't sell him!

Mom, I need him.

Stop.

No!

Sangha!

Don't go!

He has a taste for blood now. We can't keep him.

Raoul, calm down.

Ok, it's over.

Sangha!

I am in charge of the Palace.

It's a gift for His Excellency, in the name of France.

Come.

Is he really a savager as the Administrator said?

You would ask if you see what he did to that dog. He almost killed him.

Excellent! It will fit in well with our collection.

Come! Come on, big boy! Come on!

Come on, Kumar. You can do it.

It's easy. You won't be hurt.

You will go right through it. You will be all right. You will see.

Just jump.

One little jump.

Kumar, trust me.

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