The Last Emperor Page #2

How dare you!

No! Your Majesty!

Calm yourselves!

Am I the Emperor or not?

Your Majesty will always be

the Emperor.

You see?

Prove it!

Big foot, drink it! Go on, drink

the green ink.

I will show you!

See? That is a car! He is the

President of the Republic.

Why is this wall here, Lord

Chamberlain?

It is just a wall, Your Majesty.

Nothing has changed.

You are lying.

Hight Tutor, am I still the

Emperor?

You will always be the Emperor

inside the Forbidden City,

but not outside.

I do not understand.

Outside China is now a republic,

with a president.

Where is Ar Mo? Ar Mo?

You are all liars!!

Let me say "good-bye"!

Hurry! Hurry!

He's my child! Ah!

Ar Mo?! Ar Mo?

I don't understand.

I don't understand.

Your Majesty is a big boy, now.

He can't have a wet nurse

anymore.

It's much better like this.

Much healthier.

But she is not my wet nurse.

She is my butterfly.

Ar Mo!!! Ar Mo!!

Ar Mo!!! Ar Mo!!

Ar Mo!!! Ar Mo!!

This is the detention center of

the Fushun Bureau of public security.

And I am the governor!

During the war, this was a

Japanese prison.

Many of you may remember it.

Because you worked with the Japanese,

you were responsible for building it and

you filled it with innocent people.

How could this happen?!

Why did you betray your

country?!

What turned you into war

criminals?

We believe that men are

born good!

We believe that the only way to

change is to discover the truth

and look at it in the face.

That is why you are here.

You will begin by writing

the story of your lives

and by confessing your crimes.

Your salvation will lie entirely

the attitude you take!

I advise you to be frank and

sincere, otherwise things can

still go very badly for you.

After a few years, the tiny republic had

become as corrupt as the old emperor.

It fell quickly into the hands of ambitions

generals and corrupt bureaucrats.

The era of the warlords had begun. By May,

China was in turmoil.

May the new tutor present

himself!

Your lmperial Highness,

the new tutor.

Dear lmperial Highness,

Mr. Reginald Fleming Johnston.

How do you do, Mr, Johnston?

How do you do, Your Majesty?

Now we will go to school.

Your Majesty, in my country, it

would be usual to begin with

some kind of an examination.

The Emperor can't be

examined.

Well, that may have to change.

But first, Your Majesty might

like to ask me some questions.

Where are your ancestors

buried?

In Scotland, Your Majesty.

But then, where's your skirt?

In your country, men wear short skirts,

do they not?

No, Your Majesty. Scotsmen do not

wear skirts, they wear kilts.

Kilts.

Kilts. A matter of words, perhaps,

but words are important.

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