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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!