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The Castafiore Emerald - Part 2

[tintin] it all started when captain haddock

invited some gypsies to camp on the grounds

of marlands spike hall.

i'll tell your fortune for you.

ohhh...

what do ya see?

i see a new car

and a visit from a large, foreign lady with blonde hair...

♪ guess who-ooo? ♪

my dear captain fatstock,

how too divine to see you again.

ah, lots of jewelry.

what would i do if i ever lost my fabulous jewels?

especially this one...

the gaft of uri emerald.

so this is where senora castafiore is staying?

a terrible disaster...

stop!

too late.

now why would they have been sneaking around the house?

the jewels are gone.

vanished.

[senora castafiore] ariba!

[birds chirping]

[whistling to self]

- ahhh! - thundering typhoons!

this is outrageous, these retched stairs!

i could have been seriously hurt just now!

well, blustering barnacles. I--

and such language. really, captain.

ah, i--

you would never hear such disgusting language from madam castafiore.

misery called here.

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, madam.

senor vaganel.

where do you think you're going?

i, ah...well, i...

this is not the time for a stroll in the garden

as my accompanist, i expect perfect technique.

i want to hear you practicing your scales all day long.

yes, senora.

and i suggest you get that step fixed

before someone gets hurt, captain hammock.

[door slams]

whoa!

hello, is this the stonemason?

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.

hmm.

oh, dear.

i can't find my little, gold scissors anywhere.

acomotao.

look. aren't they pretty? all gold.

where did you get those, mierka?

i found them.

[crickets chirping, howl hooting]

ahhh!

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.

[crickets chirping, howl hooting]

[tintin] we'd better look around, snowy,

maybe there is an intruder on the estate.

that might explain the missing scissors.

[guitar music playing]

that must be coming from the gypsy camp.

[ruff, ruff]

[music continues playing]

♪♪

what haunting music.

we'd better be getting back, snowy.

[owl hooting]

ahhh!

- [arf, arf, arf] - [tintin] ha, ha, ha! an owl.

well, everything seems okay, snowy.

let's go back in.

- [senora castafiore] ahhh! - great snakes!

my emeralds!

[crashing sound]

someone's tripped on the step again.

[barking]

strange.

no one here.

and yet, the piece of marble came loose, all right.

- [senora castafiore] 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 kaipaul gave me.

[sobbing]

gone.

stolen.

[sobbing continues]

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,

when i left the room for about 15 minutes.

i...[sobbing] when i came back,

the emerald was gone.

[sobbing uncontrollably]

it may have fallen down somewhere.

impossible.

it was inside the case.

- oh. - [ruff]

snowy.

well, in that case, i guess...

nothing here.

ah, i guess we'd better call the police.

[sobbing uncontrollably]

now why would vaugner 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.

- whoa! - [barking]

[crashing sound]

[inspector] in short,

if the theft was committed by someone in the house,

then there are six suspects:

irma, wagner,

nestor, calculus,

tintin,

and of course, you, captain.

are you suggesting?

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 the maritime gallery.

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, than 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 suspects separately

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 apart in the garden of professor calculus

when i heard senora castafiore scream.

ahhh!

i looked up at the windows and--

ah-ha!

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.

ah...yes.

[sniffs]

i was busy sewing in my room

when i heard madam scream.

i rushed into her room

just in time...

[sobbing]

to catch her in my arms as she fainted.

ah, 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.

[commotion in background]

help!

help!

irma, stop! what's going on?

[sobbing]

these beasts have accused me of stealing madam's emerald.

did you really accuse her?

ah, that is-- ah, well, ah, 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.

now, professor, it is true that nestor was near you when

senora castafiore screamed?

i've been told what happened,

and i'm heartbroken for the dear lady.

just look at my pendulum.

ahem. Ah, 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.

[together] 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.

ah-hah! now we've got you!

stop!

stop it!

miserable beast!

right, then.

how 'bout these gold scissors. where did they come from?

i found them! they're mine!

ha! a likely story. you stole them.

they belong to miss irma.

she reported the theft before we came here.

i found them

laying 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 color, too.

an 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-cuffburt color.

now, watch carefully.

this is an historic moment.

[gasping]

[newscaster] today's news.

police confirm today

that there was a spectacular jewel theft

at historic marland spike hall over the weekend.

thundering typhoon's. what a coincidence.

he's talking about me.

the picture isn't too clear.

is that any better?

the sound. the sound!

good, isn't it? but how's this?

no! the sound!

eee!

[newscaster] famed diva, miss castafiore,

is currently a guest at marland spike hall.

that's not me, is it? how ghastly!

[newscaster] with her, of course,

is her famous and exotic collection of jewelry,

the most unusual, of which, is the emerald,

now missing and presumed stolen.

our on-the-scene reporter

spoke to the detectives in charge of the case

and sends this report.

yes, it's obvious that the gypsies who are camping on 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.

[newscaster] now this robbery could only have been committed

by a small agile creature

capable of climbing up the wall of the house.

we've brought the monkey in for questioning...

but he's not talking.

[newscaster] stay tuned for further developments.

meanwhile, in other news...

- [noise on television] - enough!

stop!

[arrr, arrr]

[whimpers]

- [sighs] - [sighs]

of course, it still needs a little work.

[piano playing in distance]

snowy, i just can't believe those gypsies are guilty.

but if they didn't steal the emerald,

who did?

[cawing]

[arf, arf]

- oh, snowy. - [arf, arf, arf]

well, well. Mr. Vaugner must have the day off.

- [piano music playing] - that's funny.

who's playing the piano?

[piano music swells]

[arf, arf, arf]

what have you found, snowy?

good boy. a ladder.

[scales playing]

great snakes! a tape recorder.

you're going to have some explaining to do, mr. Vaugner.

so, the ladder falls right back in place.

go and hide, snowy. it won't be long now.

[piano playing continues]

[rustling in bushes]

[growls]

can i give you a hand, mr. Vaugner?

no, thanks. i can manage.

[gasps] i, ah...

i-i do this for the exercise.

original, don't you think?

very.

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

look. Ah, please. don't tell senora castafiore.

i can explain.

now explain.

i'm a gambler, you see,

and i go to the village every day 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.

madam 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've been a false alarm.

i never did find anything.

one last point.

i found your footprints under senoras 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.

[snowy whimpering]

[tintin] shh! snowy, listen.

[sound of footsteps]

an owl.

- [arf] - [hooting]

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.

- wah! - captain!

professor! professor!

see you soon, dr.--

ahh!

oh.

[arf, arf, arf]

captain bancock, what happened?

ah, it was the wheelchair. it, ah...

i have some bad news for you.

you have bad news?

yes. I must leave tomorrow.

they're clambering for me at las scala in milan

to do a rossini opera.

i'm terribly upset.

[chuckles]

shattered.

look. Are you sure you can't stay?

i know you would like me to stay, captain,

but alas, i've made my reservations.

y-y-y-yippee!

oh-ho! happy day!

what was that, captain?

oh...

happy day...

my wheelchair's gone away.

oh, happy...

a-ahem!

goodbye, dear captain hatbox.

it grieves me to leave you, but rossini calls.

what opera will you be singing?

la gaza ladra. a magnificent role.

thank you again, one and all.

i'll be back soon. i promise.

hey.

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.

[harp music playing]

[laughing giddily]

arrivederci.

[together] goodbye.

come back soon.

wait a minute. that opera.

la gaza ladra.

i've got it!

what do you mean?

be careful.

[snowy whimpering]

steady there.

ah-hah!

two bits of glass, a marble, and...

the emerald. i've got it!

wonderful, tintin. you're a genius!

[arf, arf, arf]

[caw, caw, caw]

there you are, gentlemen.

now, all we have to do is return the gem to senora castafiore.

lovely, isn't it?

furthermore, it's really-- whoa!

that was close.

it could happen to anyone.

hang onto it this time.

trust me.

tintin.

what made you guess the magpie had it?

the name of the opera, la gaza ladra.

what about it?

la gaza ladra means, "the thieving magpie."

magpie's 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 mierka mentioned the tall tree by the brook,

and magpie's only nest in the tallest trees,

the rest was simple.

the scissors must've 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 turn out to be innocent.

how true. You think they've done it on purpose.

ha-ha! 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.

- [doorbell rings] - hello. Who's that?

i just stopped by to tell you...

ah, mr. Bolt.

you did a wonderful job on the stairs...

ahhh!

[crashing sound]

i just popped by to remind you to keep off that step

for a few days.

too bad, too. that was a lovely bit of marble, that was.

[haddock] blue blistering barnacles!