See You Up There Page #4

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He saw a fine picture.

Then he realized it was his own.

He was looking at it side on.

He saw that reality didn't matter. Only emotions.

Well, I think Edouard

went in for abstract art. Do you see?

It's pretty abstract to me, anyway.

What I mean is...

He was feeling better.

Louise?

Yes?

What's that outfit?

Where's Edouard?

Over there.

"Want to accompany me?"

Want to go out?

MINISTRY OF PENSIONS

He dealt with Pradelle in his own way.

A very twisted way.

On the Ministry of Pensions' roll of honor

he identified an official

who'd never been promoted or rewarded in 30 years.

He was either useless or a pain in the ass.

Joseph Merlin Ministerial Inspectorate

What is it?

What is it?

A mistake.

Then 1. apologize, 2. shut the door,

3. don't do it again!

Perfect!

Firms were allegedly tampering

with corpses to increase profits.

Merlin got a letter accusing Pradelle.

It had to be true.

Chazires-Malmont Military Cemetery

Sir?

Excuse me, sir.

Sir?

No entry to the cemetery.

It belongs to the government.

That's me.

Sorry?

I am the government. Joseph Merlin. Inspection.

Nobody informed us.

It wouldn't be an inspection if they had.

Holy smoke...

lots of men really did die.

Mister...?

Merlin. Like the magician.

I'm the owner. How can I help you?

Some arithmetic.

A size 12 is 12 inches long.

Multiply 12 by 5 and you get...

You get?

5 feet.

Can you explain why your coffin

is only 5 feet long?

Specifications.

We have to dig everyone up.

We might come across small men. Jockeys or dwarves.

We save the state money, too.

How kind! I'll put it in my report.

They'll be very touched.

You found all these dwarves?

Those bastards!

Sending all those dwarves to war!

Mind you, dwarves were fine in the trenches.

The Germans couldn't see them.

But hand-to-hand fighting...

Oh dear.

One little kick...

and the dwarves were out cold!

Are the legs usually on the chest, and the head on top of the torso?

The battles were fierce.

I was there. Unlike you.

Goddamn!

German technology...

Quite something, eh?

Don't move.

Cheese!

What's this?

It's the least the authorities owe you.

As a token of my esteem

and gratitude for your assessment of my firm,

ten more makes a hundred!

A hundred...

100,000 francs?

Flush the report away!

Do you hear me?

Tell your bosses a story, then forget it.

Here's a first selection of five paintings.

It is only a first selec...

That one is wonderful.

It conveys such emotion.

What do we care if we die, for our nation is saved.

Shut it, Labourdin.

Alright.

That's odd...

Is it a fake?

I said shut it, Labourdin.

Alright.

That one.

Reserve the design

and start the work.

Check the artist's credentials and...

And?

I would like to meet him.

He'll be delighted. Imagine...

A meeting with the chairman!

Clear off, Labourdin.

Alright.

Oh hello, Pauline!

I was just passing.

Albert Maillard.

Yes.

Is that a new suit?

What do you think?

Can I be honest?

Of course.

All you need is a perch.

You look like a fat canary.

Two years in uniform ruins your dress sense.

Could you help me choose a new suit?

Yes.

You will?

Tomorrow?

After work?

Or in two hours?

- No, tomorrow. - Tomorrow.

You know Le Bon March?

Yes.

I don't like it very much.

It's not very expensive.

Price is no object.

See you tomorrow.

No, this way.

See you tomorrow.

Dupr?

It's late. You scared me stiff.

He handed it in.

Who? What?

Merlin handed in the cash.

He submitted his report

and 100,000 francs as proof of bribery.

Three inches thick!

A list of numbers too.

It can't be true!

It is.

Sir? I have to go, Captain.

No way. I'm going to need you.

Sir...

Could you give this to that woman?

What?

Dupr?

I had no idea, Dupr!

How could I guess? I'd no idea, old boy.

What do you say to this?

We're at the Luttia

He moved to the Luttia.

He partied away with every dandy in Paris.

For starting the war...

For not stopping it...

For enjoying it...

For profiteering...

You are all sentenced to death.

Execute!

Fire!

The coup de grce!

But it's Marshal Foch...

An a**hole like the others.

Thanks for cleaning up

Have a nice day

Sorry, sir. We need to move the sofa.

Edouard?

You were asleep?

Yes.

Know what day it is?

July 11. We leave in 3 days, Private.

While you party,

Albert's out shopping.

Off to the colonies!

My patio isn't very clean!

Oh, get a servant to fix it.

Doesn't that sound good?

He says, "Sounds good."

Orange juice, milk or tea?

Two rums and coconut milk for the girl.

He doesn't exist!

D'Epremont doesn't exist!

I'm sorry?

Jules d'Epremont doesn't exist.

Tell me more.

You wanted to meet him, so I went to 52 rue Du Louvre.

That doesn't exist either. It's a post office box.

Nobody's heard of Jules d'Epremont.

Jules d'Epremont. Of the Institute.

He cannot not exist!

This contains industrial designs?

Yes...

And we ordered a personal work?

Correct! Mr. d'Epremont, member of the Institute,

creates both industrial models

and works that are...

like what people want them to be like...

Original?

Exactly! Original.

Have you paid?

Oh yes! Their rules said no orders without advance payment.

Oh, I see what you mean.

Was it better not to?

Get out of my sight.

Alright.

He doesn't exist...

Not disturbing you?

What's up, darling?

Nothing.

I want you, that's all.

I'm sorry.

I've never seen you with such breasts.

What is it, Henri?

I must see your father.

It must be serious.

Yes.

Impossible, my love.

He hates me, but a word from you...

I need five minutes.

I won't get involved. I don't want to.

You don't have to care about my business.

It's not your business I don't care about...

It's you.

I don't get it.

It's not what you do...

It's who you are.

I married you because I needed you.

I needed a name.

I was getting old.

I was proud to show you to my friends...

Until you slept with them.

How did you describe me to them?

"Ugly face but a pretty dowry."

What?

Who told you such nonsense?

It's your typical repartee.

No, it isn't.

I'll miss your handsome face.

And the rest...

But you've done your job.

My job?

It's sure to be a lovely baby.

It's all I ever expected of you.

Life's going to be tough for you, darling.

It's too late for me to help you.

I must care for the baby now.

Mr. Pricourt asks to see you.

It seems urgent.

The minister called. You're in serious trouble.

Your cemetery scam... Bribing officials...

Serious charges.

You're dead.

Do you hear me?

Dead.

It's near midnight, so you must need me.

I don't yet know why,

but my conditions are the same.

You control the minister.

Tell him to throw out all the charges against me.

I want to hear no more of it.

Is that clear?

Just tell me who you want killed.

One or two crooks selling memorials they'll never build.

I'm one of their victims.

If they're arrested before they escape,

everyone'll weigh in. The law...

veterans, the government, the papers.

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