Up to His Ears (Les Tribulations d'un Chinois en Chine)

Mr.?

Sir! He ​​must have really hurt himself.

Oh, Arthur! I loved him. This is terrible!

Fortunately, you were not married yet.

- Married, she inherited. - You only think about that.

Is Mr. of the 3 fortunes of France?

My good master!

I'm here.

- Are you hurt? - Mr. is in a position

that is very uncomfortable.

- He'll kill himself. - As long as he misses himself, it does not matter.

- These dramas are making me thirsty. - But seriously,

- what do you have in your blood? - Boredom.

- He's lacking something. - But what?

He has everything.

17 castles, three mills, youth, health

and the love of my daughter.

He lacks misfortune, which is the spice of life.

I would like some shade in the sun of our host.

Help me, Leon.

I suggest getting back on the boat.

Leon, what time is it?

18 h 30, sir. As usual.

18 h 30?

18 h 30...

- At what time do we dine? - 19 h 30, as usual.

Another hour.

Mr. is hungry?

Oh, no.

- He can marry my daughter. - Do not rush him.

He seems sensitive.

Mind you, if I may say so,

it is the ninth suicide attempt of Mr. Arthur

- in the matter of a week. - In any case, he will marry my daughter.

Let us calm Arthur before delivering him to the joys of the alcove.

This cruise to the Orient will open his horizons.

What colors, what exotism!

- It's lovely. - Yes, it's lovely.

Arthur, we'll take a ride on land?

No!

We go around the world without stopping?

Looks. I see there

Mr. Biscoton coming towards us,

the attorney of Mr.

I missed you in Genoa, I missed you in Beirut

and here, I arrive to Sydney.

- Hello, sir, "Biscotin". - "Biscoton."

The news is serious.

Ah, finally!

Really?

So I transferred the Stohfeld shares and sold

the units

of the Lolium Company, to rebuy them after.

Ah?

Ah...

Alas...

Good.

But it's a ruin.

There is nothing left for you...

This is the crash.

Crash!

What? Arthur is ruined? He ​​will not have my daughter.

What will become of us?

- I watch over your mother, Alice. - This is terrible.

Arthur! Arthur!

- Arthur! - Leave me alone.

Arthur!

So do you restart again?

You continue?

I want to die.

You do not have the right to kill yourself.

Life is a gift from the gods.

While rich, life did not interest me, so now...

The jinx is within him

the germ of bliss.

I will die.

My boy, you will miss yourself, as usual.

- Not this time. - You do not understand

that you are born and you live

to leave us a little more happiness on Earth?

- I have no more means. - I'm not talking about money.

So you have no affection?

I, your friend, Alice, your fiancée

- all that does not count? - I can not do anything else for you.

As are you sure?

Certain.

You want to die?

Yes.

You insist?

Yes.

Do you want death?

Yes.

You'll get it.

But before that, you can still do something.

Come.

Thirty three...

Caugh, please.

Your mouth.

Thank you.

OK.

A strong health like all our customers.

Hence the name of our company: La Centenaire.

A life insurance with us is a patent for longevity.

Well. So...

You insure yourself for a capital of 2 million dollars.

Considerable sum.

For the benefit of Miss Alice Ponchabert.

My fiancée, yes.

Lovely thought.

And for the benefit of Mr. Goh.

Chinese philosopher.

My mentor, my counselor, my only friend .

A half for each?

Yes.

So upon your death

your fiancée and your old friend

each would receive 1 million dollars

Even if I fall down the stairs coming out of here?

We cover all risks, except suicide.

Yes, of course. I understand.

I see that you are insuring yourself for the duration of one month.

A trip, I suppose?

A long journey, yes.

A month, 30 days,

This brings us to the New Year.

Will you sign?

I do not have the right to kill myself anymore?

No. But if you want to die, I'll help you.

How? You would kill me?

I would act like a father. You will feel nothing.

But first, have fun, inebriate yourself, do what pleases you.

Death will come by surprise. You will not feel anything.

You will not know the day nor the hour.

You have one month before you, 30 days

or a few seconds.

Mister Goh!

Mister Goh!

Mister Goh!

Arthur, haven't you noticed

- anything? - What?

My hairstyle.

Admirable.

Miss Alice

the sun is preparing for us a lovely sunset.

This is beautiful.

WHAT?

This dusk.

"Last"?

I heard you snoring, Suzy. It was charming.

A real bird.

Stop courting me, Cornelius.

I have other worries.

Arthur? Well, you look upset.

- I have not slept all night. - It prevented you from sleeping?

- Where is Mr. Goh? - We have not seen him since yesterday.

Sir, look.

There he is.

They speak Chinese.

Leon, let me.

I understand, sir.

Mister Goh!

Mister Goh?

Mister Goh?

You're looking for me?

I... Oh no. No, no, no.

Yes. Finally, no...

- I was just passing by. - I feel your nervousness.

Relax.

These girls are like sails on the sea.

Everything disappears.

What?

- I thought I was going to... - What?

You promised to make me disappear, but no comedy.

Oh, but I'm serious.

I wonder.

- Do you think I could forget that you mean to me

1 million dollars?

- What are you waiting for? - All in good time.

Do not disturb my thoughts.

Enough!

Enough!

Ah, thank you, Leo! Thanks for your help.

- I thought that Mr. was joking. - Ben, funny joke.

And now, Miss Alexandrine Pinardel,

from the striptease

of Gay Paris.

Ah, it's you, Leon.

My shoes.

Pass me my belt.

Come button me.

Hurry up. You're clumsy today.

I'm not used to this, miss.

- But... - Do not panic.

It has been 3 months that I come to see you without daring to talk to you.

I've been here for only 8 days.

They're pursueing me.

Where do you think you?

You can follow them

Go settle your stories elsewhere.

- No... - Stop!