Legend of the Lost Page #4

He's got a good heart.

Okay, maybe you're right.

That's why I want to warn you.

Against what?

Against cutting him up into little pieces.

He's falling for you.

Except he doesn't know how.

You're lying.

No lies, Dita. Just an honest tip.

Watch your step and sew that up.

I got a good suggestion.

Come here.

Let's take temptation out of his path,

you and me.

Oh, no!

Not you!

All right, no combat.

You Bible-spouting phony!

I'm going to shove this down your throat!

That won't save you.

Will you leave us alone?

- What hit me?

- I did.

- With an ax?

- No, with this.

Oh.

I should have remembered,

you're pretty good in a barroom fight.

You're the only one in a barroom.

Every place you go is a barroom.

I don't go around shooting

and swinging frying pans.

You touch him and I'll do it again.

I'm sorry. I had to do it. I heard your talk.

- So you took a shot at me?

- No, not at you.

At the liquor

that was making you talk like that.

Let's be friends. Let's start over.

All right.

We'll start over.

But you pull a gun on me again

and one of us will be a dead friend.

I'm going to need

a little more information.

This is getting tricky now.

I got to know the degrees.

No more of those sand pictures.

Take a look at this chart.

It tells the story.

We are in or near the tropic of Cancer.

We are at exactly 23 and a half degrees

north of the equator.

We are on the tropic of Cancer.

I know where we are.

Where do you think we're going?

My father went from 23 and a half degrees

north, by 5 west

using dead reckoning

to approximately 5 degrees

and 30 minutes west.

Approximately! Dead reckoning!

A half a degree error

can mean 30 or 40 miles!

What did he say about water?

We'll find a river there.

We'll find a river.

In the middle of the desert.

And we've got a couple of pints of water.

I'm not going to argue with you anymore.

We'll look for exactly eight hours.

If we don't find your Garden of Eden,

we're heading back for In Zize.

The end of the line.

We're going back.

We're almost there. Have faith.

In what? In that?

In my father. He walked there.

I know he passed there.

He bathed in the river.

Let's get practical.

If your father found gold and a river,

why didn't he come back?

Why?

I believe in you, Paul.

Why didn't he come back? I'll tell you why.

Because it's a lie!

The whole yarn is a stinking, phony lie!

No, it's the truth!

We'll come to the white cliffs.

I will find water!

You won't find anything out there

except a hot grave.

There is a river!

We have just enough water

to get us to In Zize.

We're going back.

I'm calling the turn now.

There's no Garden of Eden.

You're not giving orders.

You want to turn her into

a little pile of white bones?

Do you want to die chasing a mirage?

We've got eight hours of water left.

- After that, we sit down and burn up.

- You're not giving orders to us.

All right, but I'm giving orders

to one Joe January.

You can do what you want.

You maniac!

Now we can't even get back to In Zize!

You're crazy, both of you!

It's not far, is it?

No. It's there, believe me!

We will find it together. The three of us.

Come on Paul.

This time, I...

I think I'll pray.

There they are! He wrote,

"The white cliffs rise like a winged wall. "

There it is, there is my father's truth.

A solid wall of stone and sand.

There is an entrance. He wrote it.

Well, he was right about the riverbed.

Except it looks like it's been dry 100 years.

Do you think you know

where there's water, Jeannette?

Well, mosey.

Thank you, Father.

Did you think we were going to die?

- It occurred to me.

- Three skulls lying in the sand.

And 100 years from now,

some travelers would have said,

"I wonder who they were. "

You still angry with me?

- I always forgive a lady one murder.

- Thanks.

I wonder where Paul is.

Nosing around for rubies and emeralds,

I guess.

He'll find them.

Have you changed your mind?

About what?

Him.

I don't know.

You must have faith in him. Please say it.

I'll say one thing, he had a smart father.

We will be what he wants, three friends.

- He's found something.

- Yes.

This isn't the holy city of Ophir.

It's a Roman city.

Are you sure?

Look at the architecture

and that inscription.

"ImperatorTrajan,

"the third legion of Rome,

"made this city to last forever. "

I guess his father couldn't read.

Funny.

A fellow spends his whole life

looking for the Holy City of Ophir

and winds up discovering

the unholy city of Timgad.

Yes, but why did his father disappear?

Is there something

lives here?

Yeah, ghosts.

Millions of them.

Bonnard!

Paul!

Wait!

Don't leave me.

I feel they are watching us,

all the dead people who lived in this city.

It's like a fancy tomb

with doors and windows.

Bonnard!

I don't like this!

Bonnard!

It lay beside him.

Your father?

They murdered him.

I knew he was dead.

But to see him like this,

white bones that were once

a wonderful man.

Which one is your father?

The one with the wedding ring.

He was a big man.

A bullet hole in his head.

They murdered him.

This must be the guide.

This fellow's got a knife in his back.

It must have gone through his heart.

My father defended himself.

She died with her arms

around the other fella.

Cheap beads.

Imitation leather.

Goes together.

She wasn't a very stylish lady.

What are you reading?

What is it?

It's signed "Jonathan. "

Your father's handwriting?

Yes.

What does it say?

It's a love letter.

Some dame in Cairo, name of Arabella.

He sent her money

to join him in Timbuktu.

Oh, no!

His pa was quite a boy.

He wrote her about the treasure.

"Riches beyond all your dreams. "

He wrote like

a guy jumping out of a window.

He'll take her away to Paris, and

they'll live like Solomon and Bathsheba,

happy days and nights

in each other's arms.

He's reading that!

You sat all night in my room

and gave me new life.

Let me help you now.

Maybe it was arranged that way.

I should be here to help you.

You said God forgives somebody

who is bad if they turn good.

Doesn't he forgive somebody good

if they turn bad?

Nothing has happened to you.

You are the same,

and if you find the treasure,

you can do what you dreamed,

what your father dreamed once.

- Build a place of goodness.

- You still believe in goodness?

You proved to me it exists.

I'll go with you.

- I'll help you live the dream you told...

- I have no dreams.

I buried them.

All three of them.

Like you said in Timbuktu,

it's good medicine. Try it.

- He never drank.

- As far as you know.

- He lied.

- Come on, he's dead. He's paid his bills.

An adulterer and murderer.

It can happen to any man, good or bad.

A woman throws a harpoon into you,

and you go where she pulls.

Come on, it'll help you.

Take me to his grave.

It might do you some good to

say a prayer over him.

Prayer? It was all fake.

The pious voice. The kindly eyes. False!

My father was a lie! I believed in lies.

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