The Emperor's New Clothes Page #3

Only it is far too humble a nest

for the imperial eagle.

No doubt your

more illustrious allies...

No. I trust none of them.

In any case,

I won't be staying long.

No, sire. Soon all of France will

arise at the news of your return.

Farewell, Sergeant Bommel.

Till we meet again and the tricolor

flies once more over Paris.

Long live the emperor!

You here for Truchaut?

The eagle flies

from belfry to belfry.

Are you one of those crazy people

from down the street?

- What?

- I'm not supposed to talk to them.

No. I'm here for Truchaut,

as you said.

That's him.

I'll get Pumpkin.

You'll get what?

Are you the undertaker?

No. Eugene Lenormand.

Sergeant Artillery.

I was looking

for Lieutenant Truchaut.

You found him.

- Pumpkin.

- Thank you, Doctor.

A mutual friend, an old comrade

from the Grande Armes suggested...

I'm sorry. I can't hire

any more veterans.

I can offer you a glass, a roof

for the night if you need it...

but that's all.

You spoke of

a mutual colleague.

Yes. Bommel.

Company Sergeant Justin Bommel...

of the Old Guard.

Truchaut had a wide circle of

friends who held him in high regard.

Perhaps you'd like to meet some.

I'd be happy to introduce you.

Very kind, but I expect

to be rather busy.

Pumpkin, I suggest we do not

partake of any refreshment...

until dear Truchaut

is laid to rest.

The sun's come earlier

than you said.

I hope we don't get left with

a heap of rotting watermelons again.

Should've bought

more cantaloupes.

They hold out longer.

We barely made it last year.

I don't think you even knew.

So many things we didn't share.

I tried.

I tried to be a good wife

to you, Truchaut.

It was in the frozen wastes

of Poland...

that I met my true love,

Marie Walewska...

a vision of loveliness

with the face of an angel...

haloed by little blonde curls.

She rejected my initial advances.

But eventually I...

got her alone,

and explained to her...

what would become of her country

if she didn't submit to my...

Enough!

Enough, gentlemen.

The time has come.

The emperor's surely

reached Paris by now.

Fetch some more hot water, Marchand.

I feel a chill.

The time has come.

Do you hear me?

You must complete your mission.

You must reveal

your true identity.

I've no idea

what you're talking about.

So, Sergeant, you served

with our dear Truchaut.

We were in Egypt at the same time...

but in different regiments.

Egypt. The shadow of the pyramids.

Truchaut spoke endlessly

of that voluptuous country.

Scorpions, the flies, dysentery.

- I wish I'd served in that campaign.

- Yes.

Perhaps you're destined

for newer victories.

No. Our days of glory are behind us.

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