Nubian Spirit: The African Legacy of the Nile Vallley Page #6

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diamond-hard retaining wall...

...that is death,

realizing it will splatter our brains...

...like eggs.

Pardon me,

but is there a point to all this?

Because I'm getting old

just listening to you.

Man, you are really thick.

You just don't get it.

We're two of a kind, you and me.

Ain't neither one of us getting old.

Well, I sure as heck can get bored.

You keep teasing about

how we're two of a kind.

So how's that?

What are we, Octopus?

I'm getting to that.

Well, move it along.

Do you remember your death,

pretty boy?

Not the sort of thing a guy forgets.

Yeah, I remember.

When they wheeled you in,

you were stone-cold dead.

Not a breath of life in you.

You were perfect.

Dead as Star Trek.

And I was your coroner.

But I was, oh, so much, much

more than that.

I'd built up a righteous drug trade.

It's amazing how much a hospital

doesn't miss.

All you have to do is water it down,

spruce it up and achtung.

Swiss bank accounts.

But mere money was never

what The Octopus was after.

All right, so I give up.

What were you after?

lmmortality.

All five sweet syllables of it.

There had to be a better way

to keep someone alive...

...other than cutting them open

like some free-range chicken.

Free-range chickens with their big,

brown, ugly-ass eggs.

They piss me off.

Every time I think about those big,

brown eggs, they piss me off.

Or pills.

They're just another way to stall death.

Cling on for a heartbeat.

Hardly the answer.

- I got down to basics.

- The essence of life.

- I cracked code.

- Genetics.

- That's how smart I am.

- Yeah, you're a real smart fella.

Thank you. But it wasn't that easy.

And I've got a freezer

full of stray beagles to prove it.

Oh, what that serum did

to those poor dogs...

...was just plain wrong.

But when I got it right,

well, I had to try it out.

I wasn't about to try it on myself.

I might've come out looking funny.

I needed a human.

And there I was.

And there you was.

I gave you a modest injection

and I waited.

Your second life

began that very night.

Do you remember?

Oh, yeah, I remember.

Somewhere in the midst

of all that praying...

... and whimpering and sniveling...

... you must have found

something sharp.

You know, I always wanted to ask:

Where did you go when you got out?

I took a walk.

I had myself a think.

I visited an old friend.

I don't know what happened,

but I still move, I still breathe.

It's impossible, but I'm still alive.

All my life, all I wanted to be

was a good cop.

That's all changed.

Everything's changed.

They're winning, sir.

The bad guys are winning.

I think I've got something more

to fight back with now.

I'm something else now.

I can go places, I can do things

they won't let cops do.

But I can't have any weaknesses.

No name. No friends.

I have to stay dead

in everybody's eyes.

Even Ellen's.

But I could be your spy.

I could work with your men.

Behind them, in the shadows.

I could be

the city's protector, its... Its...

Its spirit.

Exit hero cop, enter The Spirit.

Pain in the ass. Tough as nails.

Eureka!

So I shot myself up, and we became

brothers under the skin.

So, what the hell are we, Octopus?

You're works in progress.

And once he has the vase

and its contents...

...its mystic contents,

lost over millennia...

...he'll drink of it

and he'll become immortal.

Don't tease.

Seeing as how I'm gonna die anyway,

clue me in.

What's in the vase?

- Thor's hammer?

- No.

Better.

The DNA...

...of a god.

- Not a god. Not exactly.

Yeah, because, you know, humans

and gods, well, they don't mix very well.

The only route to take is to find the

connection between man and god...

...the child of an immortal

and a human.

See, Zeus couldn't keep it in his pants,

so he made bags and bags of heroes.

Now, the greatest of them all

was Heracles.

And we found his ass.

Well, his blood anyway.

He left some blood around.

And we know where it is.

So that's the missing link

between science and magic.

Now, once Heracles' blood mixes

with Octopus' formula...

- I become a god.

- Or the next best thing.

I become a god.

And you'll be just one more

sad little byproduct.

One of his many, many, many failures.

Come on, now.

Rome wasn't built in a day.

Besides, look at all the lovely buddies

I've made along the way.

We was easy to make.

Yeah, the boss says

we was easy to make.

But your failures were several.

And unpleasant.

Yeah, you know,

you get so much as one little drop...

...the wrong temperature,

and everything just...

Let me show you.

It's kind of sad...

...but it's really kind of cool too.

This is Muffin.

She's my favorite.

We have to have people over

more often.

I like this.

The cat.

She is all the reason I need.

I will kill you.

- Oh, no, you have to die, Spirit.

- Yeah, because you got the juice, man.

Your system's been prepared.

You're the only one the blood won't kill.

One sip and you could be rendered

as immortal as he.

The Octopus can be the only one.

There can be no competition

once he's world ruler.

Yes, then everyone

will have to do what I say.

They will all have to do what I say

because I will be the ruler of the world.

Then everything

will start to make sense.

Yes, everything will make sense.

Everything will start to make sense.

Let's get back to business.

Yes, back to business.

Back to killing your ass.

Now, here's where things

become a little tricky.

It's all about integration.

Now, in your current state,

you heal very quickly.

Your wounds mend in moments.

The only solution, it turns out, is to

affect your systemic disintegration.

In short...

...to render you into

so many different parts spread so far...

...that reintegration

would be impossible.

And being the man that I am...

...I like to start from the bottom

and work my way up.

Floss, bring me those bags.

I'm going to mail your ass

all over the country.

Plaster...

...bring me his toes.

Plaster.

Enough of this frog talk.

I don't understand it.

Paris...

...give me his toes.

That's an order.

I hate you.

This is for Sand.

This is for me.

And this one's for Muffin.

That all you got?

Who is this Sand?

Not now. Let's go.

The Spirit.

Plaster.

And this is for Sand.

I am Plaster of Paris.

The toast of Montmartre.

I will stick to my man.

Till death do us part.

You're close now.

Very, very close.

You can't fight me.

You. You are mine. Mine. Mine.

Hey, man, I know the feeling.

You should meet my wife.

Just put one foot in front of the other.

Here we go again.

I'm dead again.

The fight's gone out of me.

I'm ready for you, Lorelei.

Come.

Come. Come. Come.

Come.

It is time.

Come. Come.

No more pain.

No more suffering.

Give up the last of it, Denny.

Give up the ghost.

Give up the spirit.

Yes, my darling. Yes.

No.

It is done.

It is done. It is done.

What's it they say about

when you die...

... about your whole life

flashing before your eyes?

Forget all that.

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