Mr. Magoo Page #2

How swank.

Must be a yacht club.

Angus?

Angus, where are you, boy?

Well, hello, Angus.

Come on there, fella.

We believe Magoo created a diversion

while his accomplices stole the jewel.

But why? Mr Magoo

is a very wealthy man.

Are you sure about that? People do eat

a lot more fresh food these days.

Okay, we don't collar Magoo.

We put him under surveillance.

But this is absurdity. I'm to be

his guest at the opera tonight.

Great! You can be our inside person.

That is, if it's all right

with the FBI.

So, Magoo has the Star of Kuristan.

But it was Luanne's fault!

She double-crossed us.

I shouldn't have hired her.

But she's the only one capable

of stealing the Star.

How could someone with such beauty...

be so treacherous?

I worship all that is beautiful,

Morgan.

The greatest sin is to destroy

a thing of beauty.

I fear now we must destroy

the beautiful Miss Le Seur.

Kill her.

But first, get the stone, all right?

Tomorrow buyers are arriving from

all over the world to bid on the ruby.

Schmidt. Gosher. Havzinski.

I hear there's a rumour

Ortega Peru might even show.

The Piranha?

The king of the underworld?

Oh, Morgan,

don't screw this up, hmm?

I'm coming. On my way!

- Hello, sir.

- Um, oh, Stacey!

Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?

I thought that Waldo was going to pick

you up, uh, on the way to the opera.

Well, in my country, the invitee

always picks up the inviter.

I'm sure that Waldo

would not have it any other way.

Unc, I need to borrow a tie.

- Oh, hi, Stacey.

- Hello, Waldo.

Uh, why don't you, uh, show Stacey

the garden before you leave?

It's quiet and, uh, and peaceful...

and, uh, intimate.

l, l, I don't think

she'd want to see the...

I'd love to see more

of your charming home.

All right. It's, uh...

It's right back here.

The smell of rice is in the air.

Love in bloom,

if ever I've seen it before.

Angus? Come on, now.

How many times...

have I told you

to stay out of that closet?

Come on in here, boy.

Help me with my scales.

It's my uncle's work.

Oh.

Never have I seen

such a plant sculpture.

Topiary's kind of a hobby of his.

And he specializes in the abstract.

Oh, no.

That's a bunny rabbit.

Hey, well. What...

What is... What is that?

Oh. So you want to play fetch again?

Is that it?

Ah, well, it's a dog's life.

Here we go.

There it goes.

Your uncle, do you think

he needs glasses?

Oh, and how!

Just don't try and tell him that.

He will not spend the money?

I notice he drives a very old car.

Is his business not healthy?

Oh, no. No.

He just loves that old car.

And if Unc loves something,

he won't let it go.

Angus! Stop terrorizing the squirrels.

- Stupak!

- Where are you?

Right behind you.

Don't turn around.

Just spotted a conspicuous white male.

Dirty clothes,

needs a haircut.

- Sticks out like a sore thumb.

- Where is he? Can't see him. Over.

Right behind you.

Turn around. Don't turn around.

- Walk backwards.

- What?

Walk backwards.

More! More.

More. Stop.

- Where?

- Look to your left.

I am Rolvaag

King of Norway

Aha. Uh, one minute, please.

Uh, uh, may I help you?

Oh, that voice.

The timbre! The tone!

It belongs to the world,

but for the moment it's mine alone.

And I tremble.

Prunella.

- Mr Magoo, I presume?

- Uh, yes.

And, uh, you are, um...

Prunella. Prunella Pagliacci,

reporter for "The Opera News."

Prunella. I knew a young lady once

named Prunella.

Mr Magoo, w-will you consent

to an interview?

Well, why not? Uh, back here,

uh, tonight, after the show.

Oh. No, l, I wouldn't want to share you

with all of your well-wishers.

Oh, well, uh, uh, uh,

a private, uh, rendezvous.

Uh, a walk on the beach

at, uh, Sandy Cove...

uh, shall we say, noon tomorrow?

I'll be there early.

Be wonderful tonight.

Well, uh...

Great Scott!

Uh, did you hear that, Angus?

She doesn't want to share me

with anyone.

Is it possible after all these years,

another duet at last?

"O Solo Mio" no more.

Stupak. Stupak!

Where are you?

I am Rolvaag

king of Norway

I am Rolvaag

king of Norway

- Break a leg, Mr Magoo.

- Ah, Rumford, yes.

Thank you, uh, Sam.

I am Rolvaag

King of Norway

Where am I?

Oh, backstage.

Let's go.

Stupak, where are you?

What's going on in there?

I am Rolvaag

king of Norway

Go out there a nobody,

come back a star.

Open the throat,

sing from the diaphragm.

And remember, always sit down

whenever you can.

That man's got a very big head.

Ah, stage, uh...

Stage, uh... Stage left.

Time to warm up

for the old fight scene.

Get over there and shut off that fan!

Bravo!

I am a crusty

lusty Viking

That was the note that brought a lump

to the judges' throats.

After that, I knew

the Van Cliburn award was mine.

Well, the years have not dimmed

its beauty.

Oh, thank you.

Any, uh, more questions?

Uh, not that I want

this interview to end.

Oh, me, too. It's just,

just been such a thrill...

to hear the story of your life in song,

Mr Magoo, I mean real...

Oh, please, please, please, dear.

Call me Quincy.

Quincy, I'm really happy

I got this chance to know you.

I'd like to get to know you better.

Ah, Prunella, could this be

a new beginning?

- Yes, of the end.

- Of the end?

Uh, the end of loneliness.

The beginning of discovery.

How nice.

- This is a very special day, Prunella.

- Oh, for me, too, Quincy.

Ah, then you know that this is

the opening of the carp fishing season?

- Of course!

- Oh, Great Scott!

And I'm so happy

we're experiencing it together.

As am I. Eh, together, yes.

I learned that the hard way.

When you have something precious,

you must keep it in sight all the time.

Something precious,

such as, say, a jewel?

Yes, indeed.

The most precious jewel of all.

What does this jewel look like?

My jewel is luminous, sparkling.

A flaming red...

- Ruby?

- Ruby, yes!

- Where do you keep this ruby?

- Close to my heart.

Oh, Quincy.

Oh, I'm sorry, Quincy,

but l, I want you to kiss me.

Oh, well, it's, uh...

No, b-but not here. Someplace.

Someplace private, like a, like a boat.

Do you happen to have a boat?

Well, in two words:

"Anchors aweigh."

Prunella. Uh...

Well, my boat is just down here.

Oh.

Bingo!

Oh, no.

It's Luanne Le Seur.

The Black Widow.

She kills all of her male accomplices.

No one has ever been able to finger her.

Wow. Whoever brings her in

will get a big promotion.

- Maybe a book deal.

- Hey, where're you going?

Nothing like the warm sea air.

Huh? Lo... Look at that.

The, the fish are jumping and...

Look at that.

Isn't that wonderful?

- Dear me.

- Now, Quincy, there's an idea.

Why don't we do some fishing?

Where do you keep your tackle box?

Oh, my tackle box

is back at the house.

Ah, but this is wonderful.

The open sea, it's magnificent.

And so inspirational.

Isn't it wonderful?

Oh! Oh!

- What? What? What is it?

- I think I sprained my ankle.

Oh, I'll call the emergency sea rescue.

Oh, no, no, no, no. L-lt'll be okay.

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