The Quest Page #2

you desire on the streets of Bangkok.

And what is it you desire,

Lord Dobbs?

Oh-ho, a great number of things,

but what about you, m'dear?

- Well, what any woman desires.

- Oh?

A great story.

- What's he saying?

- Harry?

Somethin' about Muay Thai tournament

tonight. Fighting or somethin'.

That's what I desire.

Brutality?

That's strictly for peasants.

I am a journalist.

All right.

Harry will arrange it.

- Noisy, isn't it?

- Yeah.

- I warned you it was for peasants.

- We'll get a seat over here.

Dobbs!

Khao. What a lovely surprise.

You are a thief, Dobbs.

- You sold me rusty rifles.

- Nothing that a little oil won't cure.

Nice American lady.

A very important journalist.

Carrie Newton.

Very good friend of Lord Dobbs.

Might write nice things

about Muay Thai fighting.

Make you famous in the

United States of America.

Oh, I see.

It's my pleasure to meet you.

Please, have a seat up there

with my good friend Lord Dobbs.

My God.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

- Let's go.

- You have to get me this story.

I'll arrange it.

- Did you see him?

- Of course I saw him. Just keep moving.

- Did you see him?

- Keep moving.

Chris.

- We were looking for you, weren't we?

- Yeah, we were lookin' for you.

Good to see you again, my boy.

You've put on

a little muscle.

You've become famous.

I always said you'd make it.

- Didn't I?

- Mm-hmm.

You owe me.

Yes, I do, Chris,

and I always repay my debts.

What do you want?

- The golden dragon.

- Golden what?

The golden dragon

in the Lost City.

Lost City?

The best fighters will meet

to compete in secret...

for a big dragon

made of solid gold.

- Solid gold.

- Solid gold.

You think you can win?

No.

You're learning.

What exactly do you

want me to do?

You buy me back from Khao

and finance my trip to the Lost City.

Carrie Newton.

What'd I miss?

Chris, my son, it is fortuitous,

us meeting like this.

A bloody gold dragon, eh?

Well, I'll tell you what.

You get us to the Lost City,

and I'll make sure that you-

We come back

with the gold dragon.

Deal.

- Yeah, Newman, I got it.

- No, it's "Newton."

N- E-W-T-O-N.

- Do you have a table?

- Lord Dobbs.

It's all right, waiter.

He's with us.

- I need a way to get on the journey.

- Find your own, lady.

Well, how about at least

printing a teaser on the story?

Okay, you get me a photo, and

I might get it in "Around the World."

Wait. Here's the wire.

Aren't you who we sent

to the Orient to get out of our hair?

Hello!

Hey, Newman, you there?

- Oh, my God.

- Hello!

You see, Chris...

the problem is that you can't get

into this wretched Ghan gheng thing...

without a special invitation.

- We'll forge it.

- Impossible.

Apparently, it has a map on it,

so we are faced with a real dilemma.

- Good morning, gentlemen.

- Good morning, Miss Newton.

What are you so cheerful about?

Because, my lord, I hold in my hand

your ticket to that journey.

Not so fast.

First we make a deal.

What kind of deal?

I go with you

to the Ghan gheng.

- How do we know it's good?

- Oh, it's good.

It's very good.

Without it,

your plans are worthless.

- That's me. Devine. I need some help.

- Come with me.

- Mr. Devine?

- That's me.

Welcome to Bangkok.

I am Edgar Dobbs

of the Ghan gheng committee.

This is Harry Smith and

Christopher Dubois, your personal valet.

Hey, this is great.

I thought I was gonna get stuck...

with a couple of Oriental fellas

didn't speak no English.

Oh, not for you, champ.

Chris, the bags.

Dobbs, I'm gonna kill you.

Not yet.

Remember:

It's thieves with pride

that dangle from the gallows.

Who said that?

Edgar Dobbs, lvory Coast, 1920.

Besides, Chris, my son,

we have an almost perfect plan.

Maxie has the map and the invitation

that will get us into the Lost City.

All that will be on his mind

is fighting.

Miss Newton is off getting

her story of the century...

and in the meantime,

you, Harry and yours truly...

will be devising ways and means

of stealing the dragon.

- Yeah. Sounds good to me.

- Good?

It is perfect. All we have to do

is keep the champ in our pocket.

- So, we ready to go?

- Thank you.

Well, now, who is this?

Carrie Newton. It's a pleasure to meet

the heavyweight champion of the world.

- Is she goin' with us?

- Somebody to record the historic event.

Let's get goin'.

Her father owns the "New York Globe."

- Well, whoop-de-doo.

- All right, make a pretty picture.

Smile.

Come on. Smile!

Now what?

Trust me.

Man, boss,

these elephants are bustin' my rump.

Oh, stop complaining, Harry.

We could be back in Cairo on camels.

Where'd you get

the haircut- the army?

No, I'm, uh-

I'm a sailor.

I'll tell you what. You look like

you're in pretty good shape.

I'll work you out, give you

a few pointers. Who knows?

Maybe you'd make a good fighter.

Now that's the way to earn some money.

Yeah.

Yep, that's a pretty lady.

- Oh, my achin' rump.

- Elephants.

From now on in, it's horses.

Dobbs. I'm gonna go for a walk.

Oh, be careful, boy-o.

Taken one?

A funeral.

No headstones.

That's how they bury thieves here.

Makes them give back to the earth.

Hey, Dobbs,

what do you drink with tonic?

Don't tell me.

- Gin.

- I said don't tell me.

Shut up, you!

The Americans!

Welcome to our humble inn.

Thank you.

- What the hell is this?

- Fresh-killed cobra, champ.

Well, I always say one should never eat

on an empty stomach.

I'm for that.

Well, isn't this a small world?

Khao, my old friend,

I just realized I owed you some money.

- Harry?

- You didn't pay him?

No, he didn't pay me.

He's a thief. I'm used to him.

But you-

You are worse. You dare go to

the Ghan gheng to fight against us...

after we've trained you in the ways

of the Muay Thai warrior.

You got it all wrong, pops.

He ain't gonna fight. I am.

Correct.

That is correct.

This is Maxie Devine, the champ.

You are a fighter?

What are you talkin' about?

- What the hell's goin' on here?

- He's just talking nonsense.

It's gotten

a little quiet, hasn't it?

Now, as I was saying...

before I was so rudely interrupted

by Mr. Khao-

Excuse me, honorable sir.

We need this table.

- So do we.

- But-

You heard him!

Now beat it.

I said-

I say, do you speak English?

He knows what you're saying.

Hey, pal, scram.

Easy, kid.

It ain't worth it.

What the hell is this?

That's what you'll

face at the Ghan gheng.

Good morning, champ.

Good morning, my ass.

You think I was born yesterday?

You don't have anything to do

with this damn Ghan gheng, do ya?

Huh? And you're no valet, either.

You're nothin' but

a cheap, lyin' punk.

- Take it easy.

- Take it easy?

You ain't no fighter, either. You

wouldn't last one round in a real fight.

- Whaddya think of that?

- Hey.

You want some?

Huh?

Come on. Come on!

Maxie.

No more.

No more.

Is this what you're after?

So what are you looking

so glum about?

"Maxie Devine."

This is, uh, Maxie Devine,

champion of America.

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