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The Castafiore Emerald - Part 1

Look Captain!

The first magpie. - Ah, yes!

Spring is definitely here!

The flowers are blooming, the birds are singing!

Just fill your lungs with the sweet smell of the earth!

Frankly, Captain, it doesn't smell that sweet to me.

You're right...

No wonder...!

That's the town dump over there!

Blistering barnacles! There's people camping there!

- They're gypsies! - How can they stand that stench?

That sounds like a child crying.

Oh, no! I think she's hurt!

Poor kid!

Don't be afraid! You'll be alright.

Come on, let's find your mother!

Mama!

Miarka!

- Hello, everybody! - Hello!

We found her in the woods.

She was hurt, so we brought her home.

You are a kind man.

I'll tell your fortune for you. ... Cross my palm with silver...

I don't believe in that stuff! Let go of my hand!

- What do you see? I see a new car... and... Aahh!...

And a visit from a large

foreign lady with blond hair and...

Aahh!... lots of jewelry!

Oohh...?

A terrible disaster!

What terrible disaster?

The jewels are gone! Vanished!

Gone where?

A little silver and I will tell you more...

Mumbo Jumbo!

Well... we're off!

But take my advice and camp some place else! It's unhealthy here!

Do you think we are here because we like it?

You think we like living in all this filth?

This is the only place the police would allow us to camp.

Blistering barnacles! I insist that you move at once!

There's a big meadow...

over by Marlinspike Hall.

It's my property, so you can move there whenever you like, OK?

Thank you!

Professor Calculus!

Are you alright?

Yes, indeed. I fell from quite a height.

That confounded step!

Nestor!

Yes, Sir?

Did you call the mason?

Yes, Sir. He promised to be here in the morning.

You'll never guess who this letter is from?

I give up.

Bianca Castafiore!

Aah...! The dear old Milanese nightingale.

She's arriving today.

Castafiore!

Here? Today?

Ahaha... you're joking!

No! I'm serious!

She says she needs a few days rest.

Here! Read for yourself.

Bla, bla, bla...

Blistering barnacles! It's true!

Catastrophe!

Calamity! Cataclysm!

There's a little P.S. for you.

"Kindest regards to Captain Bartock. "

Haddock, Signore Castoroili!

Haddock!

Nestor!

Sir?

Pack my bags immediately! I must stay out of the house in one hour!

Yes, Sir.

All hands on deck! Abandon ship!

Where are you going?

Anywhere to get out of that living cyclone's path!

Captain! Are you alright?

Billions of blistering blue barnacles!

Anything broken?

No! Just help me up!

You have a bad sprain there!

You must keep off this foot for at least two weeks...

Two weeks!

But I'm leaving today on a trip!

Oh... out of the question. You're lucky that leg isn't broken.

Yeah... real lucky!?

And my other advise is,

get that step fixed! Good day!

If this is luck, give me disaster!

Guess who...?

Disaster!

My dear Captain Fatstock!

How too divine to see you again...

How... how did you get in?

Tintin let us in.

Signora Castafiore arrived just as the doctor was leaving.

Misericorda!

What has happened to you?

I sprained my ankle.

Let us in? What do you mean... us?

Why... Irma, my maid, who always travels with me.

And Igor Wagner...

my accompanist...

who obviously has to...

accompany me!

Signora... may I present our friend...

Professor Cuthbert Calculus.

Oh... how absolutely thrilling

to meet the man who makes

all those daring ascents in balloons!

Signora, it is a rare pleasure

to meet so great an artist...

whose paintings are so delicately

rendered. So harmonious!

True landmarks in the history of art.

I am deeply honoured.

I... er...

Irma, where is the little present for Captain Drydock?

Present?

Here it is, Signora...

Ah, thank you, Irma.

I know an 'old sailor' like yourself must often feel very lonely.

So I brought this pretty polly to keep you company...

Blistering ear drums!

I... er... I... er! That is to say...

What a delighful surpise!

Nothing could have given me greater pleasure...

I knew it!

Oh, I'm so delighted to be out of the mad social whirl.

Peace and quiet at last!

The reporters will be after me, of course...

but I'm travelling incognito.

So this is where...

Signora Castafiore is staying!

No interviews! No photographers!

Nothing!

His name is Lago, a compliment to Signor Verdi.

You see!

Parrots have an unfailing instinct.

They immediately recognize those who really love them.

Cootche... yeoww...!

Oh, dear!

Cannibal! Bashi Bazouk!

Vampire!

Hello! Hello! I can hear you!

Oh... It's just a teeny weeny bit sore.

Irma! The first aid kit, please!

Here it is, madame!

And has madame forgotten this?

Misericordia! I did almost forget!

For you, Tintin! A small token...

in the remembrance of our first meeting.

Thank you, madame...

Ah! Gounod's Faust!

Yes, the famous 'Jewel' song.

Mercy! My jewels!

I've got them right here, madame.

Ohh... I can breathe again!

What would I do if I ever lost my fabulous jewels!

They're irreplaceable.

Especially this one.

It is my absolute favourite.

It was given to me...

by the Maharajah

of Gaipal.

He named it

in my honour...

'The Castafiore Emerald'!

I'm coming! I'm coming!

Oh!

Hello! We are here...

Gracious!

Captain...!

Well, Snowy, we've managed to get them settled in, alright!

Now what?

Snowy!

Hey...! Stop!

Too late!

Now, why would they had been sneaking around the house?

I don't like it, Snowy...

I'll lock my jewels in this drawer, Irma.

And I'll hide the key in this vase.

Be sure you watch them very carefully!

They're irreplaceable.

I love to see how lovely I look in this mirror...

Aaah... aaah...!

What happened?

There! In my room!

At the window! A monster!

Monster?

It was horrible!

There's nothing here, signora.

- Absolutely nothing. - But I saw it, I tell you!

I saw his eyes glittering like diamonds...

Mercy! My jewels! Irma...!

Your jewels are all here, madame.

You must have been having a nightmare.

You're quite safe here. Nothing will happen, I promise.

I'll close your window, so you won't have to worry!

I wonder if those two men we chased yesterday

could have anything to do with...

Bianca's night visitor?

Could somebody have climbed those vines?

They couldn't support a man's weight...

Well, well, well!

Those are definitely a man's foot prints.

Miserable bird!

I can hear you.

So how's the foot, today, Captain?

Oh, just peachy, thanks!

Hello?

Yes. speaking!

Paris-Flash International?

An interview?

Oh, I'm very flattered... gladly!

Huh?

With Signora Castafiore?

Oh, well... I'm sorry, she doesn't want to do

any interviews right now.

Ah... Captain! Hello?

Paris-Flash? Why of course.

I'd be delighted.

Tomorrow? Fine...

I look forward to seeing you!

Ciao!

I thought you said you weren't doing any interviews?

Ahh... but the Paris-Flash, THE Paris-Flash is well... THE Paris-Flash!

Not like that rag 'Il Tempo'.

Not a flicker of respect for an artiste.

But this is unimportant.

Now I must practice with Wagner.

Bye bye!

It's no good. She's doing her exercises.

We'll have to wait.

Look out!

Free!

Peace... at last!

There's old Cuthbert pruning his roses.

How are your roses getting along?

I have a little secret to tell you. I just succeeded in

growing an entirely new variety of rose.

Splendid!

No, no, they're white. And guess what I named them.

I give up. What?

That's it - Bianca!

Which means 'white' in Italian.

Who on earth are they?

And what are they doing here?

Yes, yes, 'Bianca' like our delighftul guest.

I wonder what they're up to?

But you won't breathe a word, will you?

It's a surprise...

Ah, there you are...

Captain Hammock!

I'd like you to meet Christopher Willoughby-Drupe...

and Marco Risotto from the Paris-Flash...

Captain! When are you going to stop wearing that shapeless old jersey?

And that hair! You look like a scruffy little schoolboy!

Here we go.

Thanks! I think we have all we need.

Very well. We'll see you at lunch.

We can take a nice quiet walk, Captain.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

I sure am... this could be a sensation!

But we need confirmation.

That's Professor Calculus over there.

Good morning, Professor.

We're from the Paris-Flash. My card...

Hmmm... reporters!

They know about my rose...!

Tell me, Professor... off the record, of course...

is there something going on...

between la Castafiore and Captain Haddock?

The Captain told you, didn't he?

Well... yes and no.

He promised not to tell. It's a secret.

Oh, naturally!

But how soon will it be?

It all depends on the weather, of course.

But they could be ready in three weeks, or so...

The mail, Sir.

- What's all this? - Get well cards, no doubt, Sir.

And the Paris-Flash send us a complimentary copy of their magazine...

Now what does this mean?

Read that, will you? And tell me if it makes sense to you.

"Heartiest congratulations, Captain Chester. "

Congratulations for what?

I just don't...

What?!

Have a look at that!

Exclusive!

"Milanese nightingale,

Biana Castafiore to marry old salt!

Old salt!

Brutes! Filibusters!

Congratulations, my dear friend!

What good news!

Oh, Captain...

Have you seen the marvellous article...

the Paris-Flash did on me...?

You call that a marvellous article?

I call it preposterous! Outrageous!

Oh, this isn't the first time, you know!

They're always predicting I'm about to marry

the most impossible people.

Well, it's the first time for me and I...

Hello!

Yes, that's right.

Television? Here?

- No! Leave me alone! - Misericordia!

Halloo...? Yes...

Why of course...

With pleasure!

Fine!

...you can light the ceiling with that flood... you see

Madame, we'll be filming this and recording

for television at the same time.

It's tricky, but we're sure it should go quite smoothly...

Okay, get ready for a voice... test!

Take up the mike, it's in the shot!

Strange... I don't remember that photographer...

coming in with the TV crew.

Okay, let's do it!

Roll camera!

Castafiore, Take 1!

Action!

Ladies and Gentlemen!

Tonight we come to you live from Marlinspike Hall...

where we will have the pleasure

of hearing reknown Diva, Bianca Castafiore...

justifiably named the Milanese nightingale...

Senora... I know our viewers would be overjoyed if you would sing

your famous 'Jewel Song' from 'Faust'. - No! No!

Why yes!

Emergency! Take cover!

She's going to sing!

Awao...! I can hear you! Hello!

"I... I love to see how lovely

I look in this mirror!"

Hello! I can hear you!

Cut!

Madamina! It's Lago!

Poor thing... he's got lost!

By George!

Hey!

Who are you?

Wait!

Hey, stop!

Isn't that the photographer? What's his hurry?

Oh... the lights!

What happened, Nestor?

Just a fuse, Sir.

Madame! Oh, madame!

What is it, Irma?

What's the matter?

Your jewels, madame! They're gone!

Alright... nobody leaves!

Nestor, call the police!

Hahaha... I got it! I got it!

Good work, Gino! The boss will be pleased.

Tell me... where was your photographer off to in such a hurry?

Our photographer?

I thought Signora Castafiore brought him in?

Bingo! The jewels!

Thomson and Thompson?

What happened?

- I was a little late applying the brakes - To be precise...

you didn't brake at all!

But never mind that! We've been sent...

to protect Signora Castafiore. - And her jewels.

You're a little late! The jewels have just been stolen!

No...!

Watch your steps, there are cables all over the place.

Don't worry about us, Tintin.

We know our way around.

Don't move, anybody!

Madame Castafiore... detectives Thomson and Thompson are here!

Watch the cables!

Good evening, gentlemen!

First, Signora, can you set light to...

er, shed light on...

the theft of your jewels?

From my bedroom... upstairs!

My jewels!

My lovely jewels!

Have no fear, Signora, we'll find them...

dead or alive!

Now... you say your jewels were upstairs?

Yes. Locked in a drawer. Then when I took the case...

out of the drawer.

- Case? - What case?

Why, the jewel case, of course!

The one I... Misericordia!...

My jewel case!

I sat down here, and then I...

There! What did I tell you?

My jewels... the darling are safe! I could weep for joy!

How silly of me! I completely forgot I brought them down here.

How amusing, don't you agree?

No madame... police business is never amusing.

Quite so!

Not amusing in the least.

Good night!

Detectives, your hats!

And watch out for the...

cables!

Blistering barnacles! Now what?

Just look at that!

That horrible rag of a magazine!

What's wrong, madame?

Those cats from Il Tempo have been spying on me!

Taking my photograph without pemission!

So that's who the mysterious photographer was...

and I thought he was a jewel thief.

It would be a safer job!.

Well, it's outrageous!

How dare they publish such an ugly photograph of me!

I'll sue them!

It was a pretty good shot of the bird!

I can hear you!

Fast Forward to Part 2 for the conclusion...

The Castafiore Emerald - Part 2

Thundering typhoons!

This is outrageous!

These wretched stairs!

I could have been seriously hurt, just now!

Well... Blistering barnacles... I!

And such language, really, Captain!

Uh... I...!

You would never hear such disgusting language from madame Castafiore...!

Misericordia!

Has anyone seen my little gold scissors?

Ah! Lost your scissors, have you?

Well, I...!

Well, look for them!

They didn't grow wings and fly away, did they?

No, madame...

Signor Wagner!

Where do you think you're going?

I... er... well... I...

This is not a time for a stroll in the country!

As my accompanist, I expect perfect technique.

I want to hear you practicing your skills

all day long! - Yes, Signora.

And I suggest you get that step fixed

before someone gets hurt, Captain Hammock...!

Whew!

Hello! Is this the stone mason?

Ah... Mrs Bolt?

Oh, you're the man up at the Hall.

Said he'd stop by, did he?

No... Mr. Bolt isn't here...

Young people! Always in a hurry!

Oh dear! I can't find

my little gold scissors anywhere!

Uncle Mateo, look!

Aren't they pretty! Oh, God...

Where did you get those, Miarca?

I found them.

Help!

Help!

What's the matter?

There was someone in my room! I heard footsteps!

Mercy! My jewels!

Thank goodness! They're safe!

The window was locked tight.

You must've had a bad dream.

Go back to bed. There's nothing to worry about...

We'd better look around, Snowy.

Maybe there is an intruder on the estate...

That might explain the missing scissors.

That must be coming from the Gypsy camp...

What haunting music!

We'd better be getting back, Snowy.

Aaa...! ahahaha! An owl!

Well, everything seems okay, Snowy.

Let's go back in.

Aaa...!

Great snakes!

My emerald!

Someone's tripped on the step again.

Strange! No one here...

And yet the piece of marble came loose alright...

Help!

What's going on?

I don't know... we'd better investigate!

My emerald!

Oh, my emerald!

What happened, Senora?

The emerald that the Maharajah of Gaipal gave me...

is gone, stolen!

My emerald!

Think back carefully, Senora!

Are you sure you didn't misplace it?

No, no!

I put my jewel case on the dressing table over there!

I opened it to admire my treasure.

Then I left the room for about 15 minutes.

When I came back the emerald was gone!

It may have fallen down somewhere.

Impossible, it was inside the case.

Well, in that case, I guess...

Nothing here!

Eh... I guess we better call the police.

Why would Wagner have fresh mud on his shoes

if he was practicing his scales all morning?

And I'd still like to know who just fell on that broken step?

Woww...!

In short... if the theft were committed by someone in the house...

then there are 6 suspects.

Irma, Wagner, Nestor, Calculus, Tintin...

and of course you, Captain...

Are you suggesting...

Wait! Three of you can be ruled out.

You, Captain, because you can't go upstairs in your wheelchair,

Tintin who was with you,

and Wagner who was playing the piano in a marathon.

Yeah! Same scales over and over and over again...

That leaves Irma, Nestor and Professor Calculus.

You must be out of your mind!

If not, then who!?

Perhaps someone we haven't thought of, or someone we don't even know...

Perhaps. Meanwhile... with your permission...

we'll question each of the suspect separately and

and in private. - And furthermore...

If you insist, I'll send Nestor in, but you're wasting your time.

Where were you at the time of the crime?

I was raking the path on the garden near Professor Calculus

when I heard Signora Castafiore scream.

I looked up at the windows and...

Aha...! You admit you could...

see the windows from where you were!

Certainly, Sir.

I dropped my rake and hastened towards the house.

You hastened then...

Ah, hastened!

Uh... yes...

I was busy sewing in my room...

when I heard Madame screamed.

I rushed into her room...

just in time... to catch her in my arms...

as she fainted...

Aahh..., but your mistress spent...

15 minutes outside the room!

You had time

to enter her room...

take the emerald...

and throw it out the window

to an accomplice... say, Nestor, for example!

Right! Admit it!

- Help! Help!

Irma! Stop!

What's going on?

These beasts have accused me

of stealing Madame's emerald!

Do you really accuse her?

Er... there is... Well... Sort of!

It's a police trick that sometimes works.

After all...

police work is a tricky business.

Please send in Calculus!

Very well, but if I were you, I'd try a different approach this time.

Enough said. Is it true that

Nestor was near you when

Signora Castafiore screamed?

I've been told what happened, and

I'm heartbroken for the dear lady.

Just look at my pendulum!

Ehm... well... er... well...

to repeat my question...

Exactly!

It's swinging to the South-East.

In fact, it's pointing in the direction of the Gypsy camp.

Gypsy camp!

The gypsies are our villains

without a shadow of a doubt!

You've no right to suspect them just because they're gypsies, you know!

Furthermore, I expect they've bolted by now.

I don't think so... Huh?

- What's the matter? - They have left!

But they were here yesterday!

I told you so!

They took the emerald and ran.

But they won't run far.

The emerald must be here.

The emerald's not here.

You see? Nothing?

We are not thieves.

Nevertheless...

we're obligated to search every last caravan.

Furthermore...

the last caravan must be searched. - Precisely...

No! You can't come in here!

Aha! Now we've got you!

No! Stop! Wait!

- Hey! Get off my hat! - No, stop!

Miserable beast!

How about these gold scissors?

Where did they come from?

I found them! They're mine!

Haha... likely story!

You stole them.

They belong to Miss Irma.

She reported the theft before we came here.

I found them! Lying under a tall tree by the river.

Officer! This is stolen property.

The emerald is bound to be nearby.

And there's the guilty party!

I'm sure those gypsies are innocent.

Me too. But the scissors they found are not going to help.

My dear friends!

I have extraordinary news!

Really?

No! I've just invented the television set!

You old pioneer!

Precisely! In high definition colour too.

And extraordinary picture,

better than the cinema...

But somebody's already invented television.

Why... certainly! I invite you all to a demonstration in my laboratory...

I call it 'Super Cuthbert Colour'.

Now watch carefully.

This is an historic moment.

Today's news...

Police confirm today that there was a spectacular

jewel theft at historic

Marlinspike Hall over the weekend.

Thundering Typhoons! What a coincidence!

He's talking about me!

The picture isn't too clear.

Is that to be better?

The sound... the sound...!

Good isn't it? But how's this?

No! The sound...!

The diva Bianca Castafiore...

is currently a guest at Marlinspike Hall.

That's not me, is it?

How ghastly!

With her, of course is her famous and exotic collection of jewellery...

the most unusual of which is the emerald, now missing and presumed stolen.

Our on-the-scene reporters

spoke to the detectives in charge of the case,

and send this report:

Yes, it's obvious that the gypsies who are

camping in the grounds are guilty.

We've searched their caravans, and not only

did we find a pair of

stolen scissors,

but also...

a trained monkey...

Now, this robbery

could only have been committed

by a small agile creature, capable of climbing up the wall of the house.

We brought the monkey in for questioning...

but he's not talking.

Stay tuned for further development.

Meanwhile, in other news...

Enough!

Misericordia! Stop!

Of course, it still

needs a little work...

Snowy... I just can't believe those gypsies are guilty.

But if they didn't steal the emerald...

who did...?

Oh, Snowy!

Well, well, Mr. Wagner must have the day off!

That's funny.

Who's playing the piano?

What have you found, Snowy?

Good boy! A ladder!

Great snakes!

A tape recorder!

You're going to have some explaining to do, Mr. Wagner...

So... the ladder falls right back in place.

Go and hide, Snowy! It won't be long now.

Can I give you a hand, Mr. Wagner?

No thanks! I can manage.

I... er... do this for the exercise.

Original, don't you think?

Very!

And how do you explain the tape recorder and the piano?

Look... er... please don't tell Signora Castafiore...

I can explain...

Now explain!

I'm a gambler, you see...

and I go to the village everyday to place my bets.

But you weren't in the village when the emerald was stolen, were you?

It was you falling downstairs that day, wasn't it?

Yes, I was up in the attic

and on my way back down I fell...

What were you doing up in the attic?

I thought I heard someone walking around up there...

so I went to investigate.

Madame Castafiore heard them too, but because she was half asleep,

she thought someone was in her room.

Why didn't you tell us?

I wasn't sure. It could have been a false alarm.

I never did find anything.

One last point. I found your footprints under Signora's window.

Very likely. I wanted to make sure

no one could climb up on the ivy.

Well, that explains everything.

Except the footsteps in the attic.

Shhh, Snowy! Listen!

An owl!

Well Snowy, we've solved the mystery of Bianca's monster.

But we're still no closer to the jewel thief.

Why, Captain! You're up!

Yes... the doctor just left.

He took off the cast!

Captain!... Professor!

Professor!

See you soon, Doctor!

Captain Bangkok! What happened?

It was the wheelchair. It... uh...

I have some bad news for you.

You have bad news?

Yes, I must leave tomorrow.

They're clamoring for me

at La Scala in Milan to do a Rossini opera.

I'm terribly upset.

Shattered!

Are you sure you can't stay?

I know you would like me to stay, Captain, but alas...

I've made my reservations.

Yippee! Oh, happy day!

What was that, Captain?

Oh... happy... day!

My wheelchair's gone away!

Oh, happy...

Goodbye, dear Captain Hatbox!

It grieves me to leave you...

but Rossini calls.

What opera will you be singing?

"La gazza ladra", a magnificent role!

Thank you again, one and all!

I'll be back soon, I promise.

Heh...

And my poor emerald...

let me know at once if you hear anything.

Of course.

Dear lady, I beg you to accept

these humble roses...

the first of a new variety I have created.

and have named 'Bianca'.

What a sweet idea! They're exquisite.

And what perfume!

Dear Professor, let me kiss you!

Arrivederci!

Goodbye!

Come back soon!

Wait a minute!

That opera "La gazza ladra"...

I've got it!

What do you mean?

Be careful!

Steady there!

Two bits of glass... a marble...

and...

the emerald.

I've got it!

Wonderful, Tintin! You're a genius!

There you are, gentlemen!

Now all we have to do is return the gem to Signora Castafiore.

- Lovely, isn't it? - Furthermore, it's really... Ooops!

- That was close! - It could happen to anyone!

- Hang on to it this time! - Trust me!

Tintin.

What made you guess the magpie had it?

The name of the opera "La gazza ladra".

What about it?

La Gazza ladra means "The Thieving Magpie".

Magpies will pick up anything...

that sparkles or shines, like...

a pair of gold scissors or... an emerald.

I knew there was a magpie around here.

Then when Miarka

mentioned the tall tree by the brook

and magpies only nest in the tallest trees,

the rest was simple. The scissors must have fallen out of the nest.

Splendid! You've cleared

the gypsies of any wrong doing.

Some apologizing to do, gentlemen?

Just our luck... The one time we managed to catch the culprits,

they turned out to be innocent.

How true! You'd think they'd done it on purpose.

Haha! Look! That broken step has finally been mended!

But the cement's still wet. We can't walk on it for a few days...

You have to step over it... like this.

Very well, Sir.

Aye, aye, Captain!

Hello, who's that?

- I just pop by to tell you... - Ah, Mr. Bolt!

You did a wonderful job on the stairs...

I just pop by to remind you

to keep off that step for a few days.

Too bad, too!

It was a lovely pair of marbles, it was!

Blue blistering barnacles!

The End...