Nubian Spirit: The African Legacy of the Nile Vallley Page #5

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You gonna arrest me? Or do you have

something else in mind?

I'm bringing you in.

Hands behind your head.

You sure about that?

Don't make me repeat myself.

Hands behind your head.

Your wish is my command.

Okay.

Put a robe on or something

but no tricks.

Yes, sir, Mr. Spirit, sir.

Oh, watch out for my husband,

you'll trip.

Why this?

It's not like I killed him.

He did it to himself about an hour ago.

It's all the fault

of this goddamned vase.

He tasted the stuff

and, well, see for yourself.

- It's stolen.

- Oh, yeah.

You are a common criminal.

There's nothing common about me.

You're a criminal. I'm bringing you in

for the murder of a fence, Donenfeld.

If you're gonna lock me up...

...do it over something

I am actually guilty of, stupid.

Oh, you're guilty of a lot.

I could burn a priest's ears

confessing the half of it.

But this time, my hands are clean,

crime fighter.

So run on home,

wait for the forensics report.

I haven't shot anybody in days.

There probably isn't a law

on the books that you wouldn't break.

Do I look like a good girl?

You don't care who you've hurt?

What's that got to do with anything?

Sand, The Octopus, that fence

and you?

Now, after all of these...

Nothing fits together.

There's that crazy talk

from The Octopus about him and...

Listen, mister...

...I don't care.

I don't even care about people

that I like and I don't know you.

No, of course you don't.

But things, now, those you care about.

I don't see what use

I could possibly be to you.

I have nothing to offer

this rotten little town of yours.

As a matter of fact, I despise it.

There's one thing between that river

and that ocean that I came here for.

What? That stupid vase?

It wasn't supposed to be a vase.

It was supposed to be worth

something more than jewels.

Something a little girl's dreams

are made of.

I knew a little girl like that once.

You don't know anything. Get out.

She was a very sweet girl

but the world broke her heart.

She wasn't after any vase.

She was looking for a hero.

Weren't you, little girl?

You were looking for a hero

and his armor.

The only man who would know that

is dead.

The Fleece. The Golden Fleece.

Jason's Golden Fleece.

He's dead.

You're dead. You're dead.

- Will you look at that?

- Don't that beat all?

Hey, it's The Spirit.

- He's street pizza.

- He looks stupid.

- Wanker.

- You'll believe a man can't fly.

Jump already.

Jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump

Get me the hell out of here.

Not right now. I'm kind of busy.

It's Morgenstern.

I might have a lead for you.

Nobody noticed all of that salt.

It was right under our noses.

- Could you pick up the pace?

- Salt. Industrial salt.

One of The Octopus' henchmen,

we found him dead near the flats.

Remember where Sussman got shot?

Industrial salt,

it was caked all over his shoes.

Dolan was right.

you'll make detective in no time.

Thank you, sir.

I gotta go.

I'll buy you a drink.

All right, folks, show's over.

Time to move on.

Yeah, well, Sand,

that went great, didn't it?

Reunions between old sweethearts

will have to wait.

I got bigger fish to fry.

I'm coming after you, Octopus...

...but before I kill you, you're gonna

answer me some questions.

Morgenstern said there was salt on

his shoes. There's plenty of it here.

Plenty of bad guys too.

All the enemy has

is guns and knives.

I have an entire city as my weapon.

My arsenal:

Iron-jawed fire escapes.

Man-made lightning.

Unforgiving pavement.

She provides for me.

She protects me.

She is my mother, my city is.

She's a good mother.

She always shows me the way.

What a fine detective.

You followed the breadcrumbs

right to us.

You're not doing anybody good

by falling asleep on the job.

So why don't you go home,

get yourself some proper rest?

You look like something

that the cat dragged in.

So sweet of you to come by, Daddy.

I was just checking in on Sussman.

They wouldn't let me see him. Twits.

Sussman's still in critical,

they're trying to save his spine.

Yeah? What's the odds

of him walking again?

Hard to tell.

Miracles do happen.

Damn Spirit.

- He's over the edge.

- Don't go there, Daddy.

- He's a goddamn menace.

- He's something the world needs.

He's a hero.

He's a goddamn menace and my

own daughter's in love with him.

He's why you're killing yourself,

waiting up.

Yes. He's why I'm still here tonight.

Yeah. Just in case

they wheel him in here...

...one more goddamn time.

- Just in case.

So you can lose your youth

stapling his parts back?

I'm not a child.

And I rarely use staples on anybody.

- Can't you see what you're doing?

- I know exactly what I'm doing.

I'm giving him exactly what he needs.

- He's using you.

- He needs me.

I'm the only one who knows his body.

How to treat him.

Plenty of dames who know all about

his body, from what I hear.

That's not what I meant.

Plenty of broads he's stretched across

a gurney or what have you...

...knowing just what to say.

So this is why you came here tonight.

Melting them like butter

with his fingers...

That's enough.

Don't make me ask you to leave.

Honey, I don't know

how to talk about this stuff.

You surely don't.

Why do you think I spend my nights

knocking around that house all alone?

Guess she had her reasons.

You're married to your job.

So am I.

So is he.

You were so much happier

in the old days with Denny.

Denny's dead.

Yeah.

Yeah, Denny Colt is dead.

- Sweet kid.

- Yes, he was.

And I'll never forget him

but we keep going.

I lost my Boy Scout.

Yeah. Yeah...

...and I lost my little prom queen, huh?

- Good night, sweetheart.

- Good night, Daddy.

I just hope that son of a b*tch

knows how lucky he is.

He doesn't.

I can feel you.

You're so weary.

Let me hold you.

What smells dental?

Dental and Nazi.

Great.

Oh, no.

Oh, brother.

I've known some pretty strange women

in my time, some darn strange women.

But this one...

...if she is who I think she is,

she's got the final word on strange.

I am Plaster. Plaster of Paris.

I will stick to my man.

Till death do us part.

Death.

Death. Death, death.

It's just about all we think about,

isn't it?

We eat...

...so we won't die.

We mate so that

our seed will live on.

Create art and build skyscrapers...

...so that our names

will be remembered for centuries.

Mr. Long, my good friend,

how are you?

What can I do for you?

A message?

And from whom would that be?

Sand Saref. Oh, yes, I know her.

Well, you should've known better

than to play cards with her.

And what would her message be?

The projects?

Out off that old main drag, oh.

Hell, yeah, I know it.

Tomorrow night, then.

Let's say...

...after dinner.

Zai jian, my honored friend.

- Where was I?

- Death.

Death, yes.

We live our short...

...frantic, fearful lives,

twisting this way and that.

Music and ambition.

Making up gods, afterlives,

all to keep our eyes off...

...that immovable, impassable,

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