The Emperor's New Clothes Page #4

All we have are our memories.

Mmm. Yeah.

- To Egypt.

- To Egypt.

Is there no news of the emperor?

Why, yes.

"His Majesty's health is sound.

His appetite extremely robust."

My husband died on this sofa.

My husband died in that chair.

Madame Truchaut.

- I must impose a little longer.

- Impose?

Yes. The same accommodations

will suffice. Perhaps a meal.

What has happened?

Two consignments of watermelons,

and I have no money to pay.

Well, so be it. One mustn't let

trivial matters dampen the spirits.

Trivial?

Hardship stiffens the resolve,

sharpens the wits.

- They've taken everything.

- One must move forward.

I'll soon lose the house,

do you understand?

I have nothing left. I have no money

and certainly no bed for you.

I've no need to stay

where I'm not welcome.

Good!

I'd sooner sleep in the gutter

than spend one night...

under an inhospitable roof.

I am a man who can be killed,

but not insulted!

Please! Take the rotten fruit with

you and the flies that go with it!

Sergeant! Sergeant Lenormand,

can you hear me?

- Can you hear me? Can you hear me?

- Listen to me.

How many fingers can you see?

What's your name?

Emperor Napoleon.

What do you want?

Can I go now?

I suppose so.

What are you waiting for?

I have to tell Pumpkin if you

had pains or lost your wits again.

Wait.

Bring me a newspaper.

And you may keep what's left.

You've had a good sleep.

Do you recall the moment

just after your fall, I wonder?

It is somewhat muddled.

How long before

I'm back on my feet?

It's just a sprain.

You'll be up and about in no time.

No time's too long.

I'm indebted

to your hospitality, madame.

It's Dr. Lambert you should thank.

He's given up his room.

I assure you I have no intention

of staying longer than necessary.

Where did you get that?

Giving sweets to children now?

He earned it.

Here. Make yourself useful.

Can you manage?

He's taking it well,

the loss of his father.

He never knew his father. I'm the

nearest thing to a mother for him.

- I thought Truchaut...

- No. A stray.

What about you?

Any children?

A son. Same age.

Disappointment.

Pumpkin, we're ready to go.

You should keep your weight

off that foot.

Find yourself

a comfortable chair...

and stay in it.

Come. There's work to do.

Let me see that one again.

Find a seat.

Settle down.

Come on. Quickly as you can.

What's going on?

Your efforts

have been courageous...

but confused and futile.

It is now time to prepare

a rigorous plan of action.

Plan? What's he on about?

One:
The time factor.

The current heat wave

does not favor our campaign...

since it makes the melons

ripen quickly.

In reality, it also contains

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