The Impostors Page #6

Well, would I have seen you

in anything?

It's a possibility.

I mean, it's...

Do you think you have?

It's... it's hard.

- It's been a...

- Tough stretch.

It's been a little slow.

It's been... Yeah.

- But you know...

- It's not...

The deck is kind

of stacked against...

It's a hard business.

It's a tough business.

But what can you do?

We're on a tickin' ship,

and she blows at midnight.

We've gotta go.

Oh, my God! Why?

The first mate has planted

bombs all over the ship.

He's a gardener?

What?

How many bulbs did he plant?

No, not bulbs. Bombs!

- Oh, bombs!

- We gotta go!

I got a plan!

Wait!

Lily...

will you marry me?

Oh, yes, Marco.

I will marry you.

Well, well, well.

So, now I see

the real you, Lily.

Not only are you

a two-timing harlot...

but you are

a common criminal as well.

I'm afraid so, Meistrich.

I guess you're not gonna

love me anymore.

No. I love you more.

You are a wild beast,

and I must tame you.

Rrowr!

Anngh.

Let's go!

Happy!

Happy!

Oh, Happy! Happy!

Please, Happy! I promise

not to love you too hard!

Happy!

Happy!

Happy!

Happy!

I could love you, Emily...

but I can't.

Please!

So long, kid.

Happy!

Ohh!

Happy!

Happy!

Happy! Please!

Happy!

Please! Happy!

- Oh!

- Happy!

Madame Essendine,

je suis arrive.

Not here. My daughter.

Ha ha!

Leave no stone unturned,

and a worm will be found!

Come, my queen,

your people await you.

Allow me to escort you

to your death.

Ha ha ha ha!

No!

Where are you, amore mio?

Where are you?

Oh, that mouth! My whole life!

- Hey!

- Oh! Oh!

- Bandit!

- Ohh!

Bandit!

Woo-hoo.

Your Highness...

it is me.

Hello?

Your Highness?

Woo-hoo.

Psst!

Your Highness, wait for me.

Mon amour.

Mon amour?

Ah, mon amour.

Your Highness?

Hello?

Mon amour.

Oh!

Oh!

Give me back my love!

My love!

Happy!

No! I'm not Happy!

I'm miserable,

and I want to die!

You must go on!

I can't go on.

The show is over for this fella.

But I love you, Hap!

Can't you love me?

I'd be afraid to try, Emily.

You can do it, Hap.

Sorry, kid... but I gotta go.

No!

What's going on here?

Oh, no! The first mate,

he's gotten away!

Ha ha ha ha!

He's got the detonator!

He's gonna blow up the ship!

She's right!

I hold your ends in my hands.

For in my hands I hold... death!

The death of all of you...

and your confused,

bourgeois lives!

With your deaths,

we will tell the world...

who we are

and what we fight for!

We fight to create a world

where there will be no pretense.

Each thing will be what it is...

each man and woman

will know who they are...

and all will be equal.

All masks will be removed,

and we will have a single face!

One single face!

One single face!

One single face!

One single face!

One single face!

One single face!

Parlez-moi d'amour

Reditez-moi des choses tendres

Votre beau discours

Mon coeur n'est pas las

de I'entendre

Pourvu que toujours

Vous repetiez ces mots supremes

Je vous aime

Vous savez bien

Que tant de fois

je ne crois rien

Mais cependant je veux encore

Ecouter ces mots que j'adore

Votre voix est si caressante

Que les murmures fremissants

Me bercent de sa belle histoire

Et malgre moi je veux y croire

Parlez-moi d'amour

Reditez-moi des choses tendres

Votre beau discours

Mon coeur n'est pas las

de I'entendre

Pourvu que toujours

Vous repetiez ces mots supremes

Je vous aime

Fellas, I just have

to ask you a question.

And you've probably

thought of this...

but when the baker

gave you the tickets...

why didn't you just sell them

if you needed the cash?

I bet they were worth

a lot of money.

Well, I'm glad you didn't,

or we would have never met.

- Thanks, Lil.

- Thanks, Lil.

- Would you like to dance?

- Yes.

Excuse us.

Ah, love.

Yes, yes, yes.

Ahh.

To life.

And its many deaths.

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