See You Up There Page #3

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It was your workers who messed up the burials!

But you do have military authority to oversee the burials?

- An official comes twice a day. - There's no military oversight?

As good as. He's a council official.

As good as, sir.

Not really, no.

Oh no, it's not the same.

Here's what I suggest.

In respectful remembrance of the dead,

I suggest we keep... this whole thing to ourselves.

Good day, sirs.

I got a job at Le Bon March. As an elevator operator.

First floor.

There I ran into Ccile, my fiance.

I realized why she didn't write back.

Her beau had bought her gifts. She kissed him.

When she saw the clown operating the elevator was me,

she must've thought herself lucky.

Second floor.

Second floor.

Thank you.

Go away.

Go away!

Thank you.

WE WANT TO PAY TRIBUTE TO OUR DEAD!

Mr. Pricourt.

I want to see Mr. d'Aulnay-Pradelle. Alone.

Yes, sir.

Chairman, what brings you here?

Excessive growth.

How can growth be excessive?

If it's illegal.

A year's activity and 1 million in clean profit.

That million's not very clean.

This is business, not ethics.

Don't let your schemes stain me, Henri.

Whatever do you mean?

Marcel?

Mr. Chairman?

Come on, old boy.

One last push.

A doctor. Fetch a doctor! Quick!

Call a doctor!

It's Chairman Pricourt.

What's wrong?

We were chatting and he just collapsed.

I think it might be too late.

Dr. Bernard?

What's up, old boy?

Compigne...

18,000 coffins. 5,000 for Laon. 6,100 for Colmar

and 33,000 for Verdun.

Gently.

Gently!

What a marvelous day!

Hello.

What do you think?

Amazing.

You're pretty.

You're pretty!

Come on.

Ta-da!

- Can I touch it? - It's for you.

To think I'll never know its name...

Drawings.

You started again?

Can I have a look?

Ah it's... It's...

INTO THE FRAY!

What is it?

It's not your style. What is this?

"Here, as everywhere,

"in cities and villages,

"schools and even stations,

"everyone wants a war memorial."

So?

He says, "It's for us!"

Sell memorials to the dead?

He says, "No, to the living."

That's all well and good.

I like it, but... it's tough.

You can't just draw them.

Once sold, you have to make and deliver them.

It'll take lots of money.

"We don't make them, we sell them!"

We have to make them too.

He says, "We just sell them."

He's laughing.

Yeah, I can tell.

Then what?

"We take the money and run!"

You're totally nuts!

"Ordinary + ugly + expensive = success!"

Maybe, but I don't fancy jail.

He says, "This is jail."

But... but it's wrong.

Robbing the state. It's sacrilege!

"That's the whole idea!"

They'll deport or guillotine us!

Unlike you, I'm attached to my head.

- He'll help you. - Help me?

Help me? When did you ever help me?

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