The Emperor's New Clothes
You've got it backwards.
Try it the other way around.
No, that's not how it ended.
Go back.
There.
It didn't end there.
It didn't end like that at all.
Twist that ring.
That's it.
Let me tell you
what really happened.
Sire, your bath is ready.
You're four minutes late.
I will not tolerate this slackness,
Marchand. Bath time is 10:00 sharp.
A precise routine dissolves the day,
you understand?
I've spent on this hateful rock.
England feared peace more than war.
Why? They're afraid
of our friendship...
our doctrines, our example.
I summoned the English ambassador
and said if his idiot king wanted...
to be the first to draw his sword,
I'd be the last to sheathe it.
It was magnificent.
Swords and bayonets danced
in the sunlight above their heads.
The Old Guard,
the Imperial Guard...
20,000 men, formed
I called on them
for their allegiance.
"Do you swear to perish
in defense of your emperor?"
And like a peal of thunder
came the answer, "We swear it!"
I hope you're getting all this down,
Captain Nicholls.
Sir, my commander wishes to be
informed as to your well-being.
Your commander's cowardice
is a disgrace to his king.
You can tell him
There, by that garden gate.
Captain Nicholls,
you are on foreign soil.
On the double, man!
Enough of memoirs.
Let us turn our attention
to the future.
A cargo ship bound for Brest has
dropped anchor a mile off the coast.
By midnight, our man
will be here in your place.
And I shall be on my way to France.
You will, of course,
Incognito, yes, but in
what capacity will I be traveling?
A galley hand, sire.
It is in the utmost need.
Even so, a position above decks
would've been more appropriate.
Carry on.
An agent will greet you on the dock
to speed Your Majesty to Paris.
Paris.
Whereupon the double
will reveal himself...
and all the world
shall learn of your escape.
The French papers
will trumpet the news.
Citizens will take to the streets.
Loyal garrisons will raze the white
flag of the hated Bourbon king...
and raise once more
the beloved tricolor.
And then I shall come forward.
Yes. It is the only way.
So many have betrayed me.
I place my trust
in only two things now:
My will...
and the love
of the people of France.
Red.
The prisoner is well.
Yellow.
The prisoner is well.
Unwell.
The prisoner is unwell.
Black.
Blue.
The prisoner is missing.
Might as well
make a start now, lad.
Guard our memoirs well.
when we meet again in Paris.
new and glorious chapters.
Six years of gazing
at these dreary walls.
And at your gloomy face.
You're quite ugly. Do you know that?
I've never had the heart
to tell you.
Yes, sire.
Six years.
The mere passage of time...
cannot dim the radiance
of Your Imperial Majesty.
Your Highness has not changed
since the day of the coronation.
Yes, well, the wait is soon ended.
Indeed. Before long our emperor
will be back upon his throne...
settled once more
in the embrace of his people.
Reunited, one may hope...
with his noble son,
the king of Rome.
- My son?
- Yes, sire.
- A beautiful child.
- That child traded his destiny...
for the tawdry comforts
of the Viennese court.
Do not speak of him.
He turned his back
on his father and the Empire.
Let the Empire
turn its back on him.
Sire, the sentries
will return in a few moments.
I am ready.
The eagle flies
from belfry to belfry.
And to the twin towers
of Notre Dame.
- What are we going to do?
- Sire?
Well, he looks nothing like me.
- Sire...
- Look at him.
He's gone to seed.
It's too late now.
We'll have to make do.
Very good, sire.
- What is your name?
- Eugene Lenormand, Your Majesty.
Eugene.
Eugene. A common name.
Effeminate.
How about Alexander?
Strong, masculine name.
I'm afraid the papers
have already been made out, sire.
It's only for a short while,
I suppose.
This is a disgraceful island.
You will need strength and courage.
When I get to France, you will be
relieved to announce to the world...
that you're a fake, a nobody.
Until then...
no one must suspect a thing.
There are so few to trust now.
Thank you, Louis.
I will never forget your loyalty.
We will meet again very soon, sire.
I hope the journey's
not too arduous.
He's not a young man anymore.
You little skiver!
Get that mop working!
Where did you serve your time?
It wasn't on a French ship.
Do it on your knees.
Fill your eyes.
It's here for you every morning
as sure as two and two.
Land ho!
- France!
- Yes. We're just passing Brest.
What?
Molasses is worth more in Belgium.
We sail on to Antwerp.
I'll not have my destiny shaped by
petty concerns of some bookkeeper.
We must turn back at once!
Of course! I'll give the master
your orders next time I see him.
Not like that!
Here. Watch me.
With practice,
no doubt he will improve?
It's not the walk that worries me.
You're waddling again!
Never waddle!
General, if I may be permitted?
Good day, sire!
I'm gratified to find you in good
spirits and enjoying the weather.
I'm not accustomed to being
addressed from horseback, Captain...
particularly by those
of the lower ranks.
As to the weather...
I'm enjoying it very much.
As I was my privacy.
Good day!
Darkness comin' down.
Keep it tight, Eugene.
Like a crow in the gutter.
The eagle flies
from belfry to belfry.
Take it.
Easy. Easy.
Poor boy. Good boy.
Come on.
What do you think you're doing?
Get off of the Marshall.
He doesn't like being ridden.
I must get to France.
I'm going to Brussels.
To France! Immediately!
I must commandeer this vessel!
Do what now?
Can this thing
not go any faster?
The Marshall has his pace.
Even the water moves
more swiftly than your horse.
One-way or return?
One-way.
This is the express for Paris?
As express as they come, I suppose.
Makes all the usual stops.
They've changed my battlefield.
The place throbs with posterity.
Did Napoleon,
may one conjecture...
enjoy a restful sleep here?
I've never been
in this place before.
They've all gone, the others.
You've missed your carriage.
Should I bring you something
from the kitchen?
No, thank you.
I'll bring you a plate, then.
Did you enjoy the battlefield?
It is much changed.
It seems so...
confused.
You should have taken a guide.
They make it come alive.
I must get to Paris
as quickly as possible.
There's the night mail
to Charleroi.
What's your name?
Adele Raffin.
Thank you, Adele Raffin.
You have been kind.
Whoa! Whoa!
Passport check.
Your papers, please.
Lenormand. Eugene Lenormand.
Which one is he?
We've got him.
What do you mean,
you got him?
He was trying to cross the border.
He's just here.
Put him with Cesar for now.
Get him ready.
Whoa.
The eagle flies
from belfry to belfry.
And to the twin towers
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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