Return of the Fly Page #3

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We'll have complete privacy.

The nearest neighbour is half a mile away.

- Now the first thing to do...

- After we've had tea.

...after we've had tea, is to go into town

and get my father's papers out of the old lab.

I wouldn't want Franois to know.

There's a watchman, old fellow named

Gaston. We may have to lure him away.

Well, he doesn't know me. I'll cook up

some kind of a story for him.

All right. We'll take what we need.

Diagrams, notes of experiments, anything

we can find. Then we'll get to work.

You won't know the old wine cellar

when we have it filled with equipment.

We'll let you visit

if you bring us biscuits like this to eat.

- I baked them myself.

- I don't believe it.

- Truly I did!

- Really?

Mais oui, c'est vrai.

- You've known each other a long time?

- Since we were children.

- I used to come here to visit my grandfather.

- We played together in the garden.

Once Philippe got very angry at me

and threw sand in my face!

Threw sand in this lovely creature's face?

You cad!

(fly buzzing)

- Philippe!

- What on earth's the matter?

- Are you ill, Monsieur Philippe?

- You look as if you've just seen a ghost.

It was the fly. The fly disturbed you.

I've always hated them. I... I'm sorry.

(machines hum)

- Now what do we do?

- I don't know.

A water-cooled tetrode would do the job,

but it'd cost a fortune.

- Bank account getting anaemic?

- Yes, it is.

Look, Phil, I've been meaning

to speak about this.

You've been paying me for three weeks now,

and I haven't spent a dime.

The food and lodging here are wonderful.

So forget about the salary.

Pay me when your gadget's a whopping

success, which I'm sure it will be.

Thanks, Alan. Believe me, I appreciate it.

- Good day, Madame Bonnard.

- Bonjour, Monsieur Franois.

- Where is Philippe?

- In the cellar, working.

Hello, Franois.

I wondered how soon you'd find me.

Well, it didn't take a genius to do that.

Well, I see you've gone ahead,

against my wishes.

Well, this is my house.

I've used my own money.

- Uh, you knew Alan Hinds was with me?

- Yes, of course.

I suspected that when he left my employ.

Thanks for your loyalty.

Well, as you said, this is your house.

Now I suppose you'll ask me to leave.

No, Franois, I wouldn't do that.

I'm glad you came here.

You've saved me a trip into town.

The truth is... I've about run out of money.

- I said I wouldn't back you.

- Yes, you did say that.

But I am half-owner of Delambre Frres?

Yes, you are.

All right... I want my half.

Nonsense. You can't divide a business

like a sack of apples.

I'll sell my half-interest for whatever

it will bring, to anyone who will buy it.

You can't be serious.

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