Two Brothers Page #5

Come on. Jump!

Jump!

I say jump, not beg. You stupid animal! Come on.

It's time to try something different.

How dare you!

Back, back.

Come on everybody. Everybody in here.

Use the rope to bind him.

Now we are going to teach you some manners.

Now you jump.

Go.

See. That wasn't so hard. That's how you break a tiger.

Is this tiger really ferocious?

Why don't you test it if you have a spare arm or leg?

Here's the key to his case.

My master is mounting a festival.

It is to be organized exactly as it was in the time of his late father.

Have you heard of these ceremonies?

Of course.

What animal would he be against?

A savage one.

We have the best fighting beast we've ever own in captivity.

We want an opponent that is worthy of him.

A special beast means a special price.

5000 Piasters.

He'd better be worth it.

He is.

Let us know when to stop feeding him.

Are they real?

Of course. Everything about my father was real.

It rather overdone for modern taste.

Your father was crazy.

It was a tradition.

Nothing was too expensive or beautiful for those he loved.

Was he born ferocious?

He was a very shy animal when he arrived here.

Full of fears. So was fear that make them into killers.

Why did they call him Sangha?

The Administrator's child named him.

Leave me.

Your Excellency. He's very dangerous.

Leave me.

Do you remember your father, Sangha?

Was he a great lord of the jungle?

Mine was.

Did all the other creature shrink in his shadow?

That's how was with mine.

Was yours disappointed in his son?

No. Perhaps yours was not.

So you too think one must be cruel in this world.

That one must be cruel to gain respect.

We've got him.

He's promised to sign it at the end of the ceremony.

Once his name is on the dotted line...

If I faint with the first sight of blood, don't say I didn't warn you.

If I were you, I would get used to it.

Because if I am appointed, as we hope,

Remember there has a bullfight every something.

It could happen. It could be my tiger.

Think about it. It's possible.

Raoul, stop it. It won't be your tiger.

You wait here for me.

Blood hell. These years, isn't it?

I am so sorry.

How did you recognized me?

I am the one who's changed.

Looking for another tiger skin?

That one is not for sale.

No. But it soon will be.

You know His Excellency's tiger is a wild beast.

He, on the other hand, is a poodle. He's been trained to sit up and beg.

So he'll be torn to pieces.

How dare you lecture us? Who would you think you are?

So one tiger will die.

But every penny we earned from it will be spent on keeping the rest of our animals alive.

I asked you to take care of him. Not sending him to the slaughter.

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