Nubian Spirit: The African Legacy of the Nile Vallley Page #3

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I guess that'd be me.

- On your knees, then.

- Sure thing.

What happened?

What went wrong?

Nothing went wrong,

thanks for asking.

Where's my vase? I'm supposed

to have a vase full of blood.

- It's supposed to be in that box.

- Must've been in the other box.

What other box?

Must've been in the other box.

What other box, you fart?

The one the pretty lady run off with.

We was watching.

Sand Saref.

I thought I scared her off

with time to spare.

What's she doing in Central City,

anyway?

It didn't occur to you doorstops to

mention that there was a second box?

Nope, but it looked just like this one.

We was watching.

Seppuku across the stomach,

left to right.

That tickles.

With the sword, toe cheese.

So Sand Saref has the blood.

You know, you could've offed her

and brought back both boxes.

That would've simplified things

considerably.

Oh, I'm supposed

to do everything around here?

Now, that'll wake you up.

You have to do something

about Sand Saref.

Don't worry about Sand Saref.

That lady's got a thing for the bling.

She was after that other box

and whatever it is that's inside of it.

It's kind of creepy

the way it glows like that.

So the situation's hardly a debacle.

Sand Saref has

the blood of Heracles, yes.

But we have what she wants.

- All right, you fatheads listening to me?

- We sure are, boss.

Find Sand Saref, find her now.

Tell her I have no problem with her.

She can have her creepy,

blingy thingy.

Get me that blood.

And keep it safe!

Spill one drop

and I'll turn you all into hamburger.

Don't forget about The Spirit.

He's someone to contend with.

He's like a piece of gum stuck to the

bottom of your shoe that won't let go.

You know what I mean?

The kind you step on in the summer

that just won't let go.

Am I doing this right?

Yeah, looks good.

I was just wondering,

because it really smarts.

I hate stepping on gum,

even in winter.

Makes you step funny.

We're gonna kill The Spirit,

and we're gonna kill him now.

Or sometime soon.

He doesn't publish his address.

We're not going to look for him.

He's gonna come to us. Real soon.

You have a plan.

I left the man a clue

that will lead him right to us.

Right soon, I promise.

What's the hurries, anyway?

If The Spirit drinks the blood...

...if he so much as realizes

what it could do to him...

...what it could turn him into,

then we're finished.

And because I said so.

I am a man of my word, Ms. Saref.

Are you?

Take the promises you made

to your lovely new wife.

"Forsaking all others," and all that.

Let's not get personal, shall we?

Oh, we shall.

I commissioned you to find a certain

treasure for me, Mr. Donenfeld.

It was to mark the climax of my career.

Its crown jewel.

The lost treasure of the Argonauts.

And it was even worth me

coming back to this horrid city...

...just to touch it.

To hold it.

To have it be mine.

The shiny thing

to end all shiny things.

And I paid you a fortune for it.

And it would've been worth

every nickel, but you screwed me.

So now we're gonna take

every last one of those nickels...

...and transfer them

into another bunch of accounts.

What on earth are you talking about?

You're gonna be

quite the philanthropist.

Oh, type the numbers in for him,

darling. He seems a tad dyspeptic.

I'm going to need your password,

sweetheart.

All right.

All right.

It's robin.

R-O-B-l-N. Like the bird.

Or like the kid sidekick.

You know, the one with the cute

little tights and the tight little derrire.

It's going through.

Transfer complete.

Why the devil are you

doing this to me?

You sold me out.

- I didn't have any choice.

- Imagine my surprise...

...when I show up at the drop point

and ran smack into The Octopus.

I mean, what are the odds of that?

Unless you sold

the Argo's treasure twice...

...making a perfect ass of yourself.

A perfect ass.

Well, he didn't give me any choice.

- He's The Octopus, he threatened my...

- Your family.

Take a good look at those pictures.

They'll reach your family and every

news service on the planet...

...unless you render them irrelevant.

At least die bravely...

...rodent.

Hold all calls.

Excuse me, got any change?

What can I say?

Last night you were 20 minutes

from the morgue, and now look at you.

Just look at you.

I'd recommend three days' bed rest,

but why waste my breath?

Look who's talking.

You take the night off.

Yeah, I'm sure Mrs. Mahoney's

heart transplant can wait.

And we might as well just hold off and

see if old Spankowitz's liver explodes.

You need to have some fun.

Put your feet up, relax.

Maybe go see a show.

What about you, big man?

- What's on your agenda tonight?

- Oh, I don't know.

Things stay quiet,

I'd be up for anything.

- Anything?

- Sure, anything.

Dinner, movie.

Anything.

- So long as things stay quiet?

- Yeah.

- So long as things stay quiet.

- Sure.

Like every crook in Central City

goes on sabbatical?

Or maybe if I break the rules.

I feel like breaking all kinds of rules.

- Lower the blinds.

- They're all down.

Oh, fast hands.

And quiet.

- And sneaky.

- We'll keep things quiet, all right.

Very, very quiet.

Keep the mask on. Something tells me

it might be better that way.

Oh, Ellen, I lo...

You're in love with every woman

you meet, Mr. Spirit.

You say lovely things to all of us...

...and you mean every word you say.

Every time.

Ellen, it's only you.

But we don't even know

your real name.

I'll tell you my name.

Someday I'd love to do

your autopsy.

Oh, thanks for the thought.

I'd make a fortune.

Spirit! Front and center!

- He's all yours. Fresh as a daisy.

- You should get some sleep.

- You look like hell.

- Love you too, Daddy.

It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Spirit.

I'm Morgenstern.

Rookie, fresh from Baltimore.

Good to have you aboard,

Morgenstern.

Come on,

we haven't got the whole day.

- Dr. Dolan, I can't thank you enough.

- Just doing my job, sir.

Bastard.

- Marry me.

- Just doing my job, sir.

And what a job it is.

Central City's own masked manhunter.

You're worshipped by the kids.

Anything you'd care

to share with them?

Play it straight, youngsters.

Don't be too tough on your parents.

They work hard. And remember...

... brush your teeth.

Every word a pearl of wisdom.

Don't forget to remind them

to take their vitamins.

And for the ladies?

You know,

we hang on your every word.

Well, I don't think I could say anything

other than thanks...

...for being such amazing,

lovely creatures.

No two alike.

Jesus!

- Ever meet a skirt you didn't chase?

- Just trying to be nice.

You've been nice to my daughter.

When will you break her heart,

lounge lizard?

- Lounge lizard? Where do you get off?

- I'll call you anything I want.

I don't know

why I bother talking with you.

Because we fight crime,

and right now we got our hands full.

You noticed, have you? Thought with

all the tail you chase, you'd forgotten.

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