Two Brothers

My father, the Chief,
in the name of the village

thanks you for
killing the tiger.

Tigers bring death.
They kill all of our buffalos,
our chickens, our people.

We honour you for the
death of our enemy.

After all the help he's given me
I'm glad to be of service.

Will you tell the Chief, next year,
if I return for these statues -

I'll need his assistance again.
I know I can count
on his friendship and discretion.

The Chief says, discretion is
the Oriental's virtue.

Of course. Well to thank
him for all he's done,

please tell your father
I'll give him the hide.

The Chief says he'd rather
have them alive.

No, I meant the big tiger,
the dead one.

The Chief says, the dead
one is also welcome.

He thanks you very much
for both tigers.

No, I don't think
you understand.

Can I help you, Captain?