M. Gustave:
Give me a few squirts of L'air de Panache, please, will you?
[Zero doesn't move]
M. Gustave:
Can I not get A squirt, even?
Zero:
I forgot the L'air de Panache.
M. Gustave:
Honestly, you forgot the L'air de Panache? I don't believe it. I mean, how could you? I've been in jail, Zero! Do you understand how humiliating this is? I smell! That's just marvelous, isn't it? I suppose this is to be expected back in... Where do you come from again?
Zero:
Aq-Salim-al-Jabat.
M. Gustave:
Precisely. I suppose this is to be expected back in Aq-Salim-al-Jabat, where one's prized possessions are a stack of filthy carpets and a starving goat, and one sleeps behind a tent flap and survives on wild dates and scarabs. But it's not how I trained you! What on God's earth possessed you to leave the homeland where you obviously belong and travel unspeakable distances to become a penniless immigrant in a refined, highly-cultivated society that, quite frankly, could've gotten along very well without you?
Zero:
The war.
M. Gustave:
...Say again?
Zero:
Well, you see, my father was murdered and the rest of my family were executed by firing squad. Our village was burned to the ground and those who managed to survive were forced to flee. I left because of the war.
M. Gustave:
I see. So you're, actually, really more of a refugee, in that sense?
Zero:
Truly.
M. Gustave:
[chagrined]
Well, I suppose I'd better take back everything I just said. What a bloody idiot I am. Pathetic fool. Goddamn, selfish bastard. This is disgraceful, and it's beneath the standards of the Grand Budapest. I apologize on behalf of the hotel.
Zero:
It's not your fault, Monsieur Gustave. You were just upset I forgot the perfume.
M. Gustave:
Don't make excuses for me! I owe you my life. You are my dear friend and protégé and I'm very proud of you. You must know that! I'm so sorry, Zero.
Zero:
We're brothers.
[they hug]
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