The Wages of Fear Page #5

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On account of you

we're stuck.

We're out of the running!

Not even blown up!

Stuck in the mud!

A pair of heroes!

Do something.

You can't imagine.

I don't have time.

I'm in agony!

Here's your chance

to take it easy.

It's just what

you wanted.

Hurry up!

It's awful.

Getting the shakes?

I'm not nitroglycerine.

I'm not dangerous...

not any more.

Do you smell it?

It's my leg!

It's only the oil.

It's me. I smell

like a corpse.

Stop raving!

I can feel myself rotting.

If you worry

you're licked.

Look at my nails.

They're purple.

That's the end.

You're not going to let

yourself die, are you?

It can't be helped!

Talk to me, Jo!

Say something!

I feel like sleeping.

No, keep on fighting!

I'm tired.

You've got

to force yourself.

What do you want me

to talk about?

Anything you like.

Where did you live?

On the Rue Galande.

No kidding!

I know that street.

It was long ago.

You remember the tobacco

shop at the corner?

It's still there?

Sure is!

Next to the hardware store.

In my time there was

a fence there.

You're right.

First there's a fence.

I never knew what

was behind it.

Nothing. Just

an empty lot.

Feeling worse?

I'm okay.

What a long street it is.

I'm all out of breath.

Come on, Jo.

Hold on.

We're almost there.

You're sleeping?

I'm trying to remember.

What?

The fence...

What there was

behind the fence.

There was nothing.

Nothing.

There's nothing!

Look, we're there.

Old pal...

That's right!

Take a little nap.

Not like that.

You scare me.

Bad news. Luigi and Bimba

were blown up. Jo's dead.

What about Mario?

He'll be here in 2 hours.

You mean it?

He's on his way back!

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