The Shadow Page #5

Look at you. Can't even control yourself.

How can you hope to control the Phurba?

Stop!

- My God.

- That's what he saw.

Where am I?

Khan!

- Dad!

- Margo!

- Where am I? What is going on here?

- Are you all right?

Well, there's this guy...

- I'll tell you later. Call the police.

- Okay.

Look! There it is!

Oh, my God! This is impressive work.

- Who did this?

- You did.

We only have an hour left. Disconnect it!

Cut this off.

Dad, the timer! You gotta stop it!

Oh, dear.

Two minutes left.

Oh, my God! Hurry!

This way!

Oh, my God, it's upstairs.

Oh, no, the elevator!

Dad!

Be careful.

No!

- Which wire?

- I just don't remember!

Pick one!

What the hell. It's usually green.

No, green!

This is green. That's red.

I've gotta try to remember that.

What are you doing?

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Where the hell did that come from?

What is this?

Where am I?

You. Come here.

Look at me.

Look into my eyes.

Yes.

Release me at once.

No, we won't have any of that, Mr. Khan.

Let's just have a look at those stitches.

Stitches? What have you done?

Saved your life, that's what.

We had to remove a little section

of your frontal lobe.

You'll never miss it.

It's a part nobody ever uses.

But...

Unless you believe in telepathy!

Wait! Come back here!

You! Come here!

I am Shiwan Khan, the last descendant

of Genghis Khan! Listen to me!

- I'm Houdini!

- I'm Theodore Roosevelt!

- I am Napoleon!

- I'm Josephine!

- I'm Babe Ruth!

- I'm Henry VIII!

I'm William Shakespeare!

I'll see you later.

Hey, how will you know where I am?

I'll know.

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