Emil und die Detektive Page #3

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How insolent!

That won't help.

- What a scoundrel!

- Quiet! Be quiet!

You'll first have to prove

that it's really your money.

I swear.

Unfortunately, that's not enough.

The money was attached

by a pin.

There must be pin-pricks.

He's right.

Here are the remaining 40 marks,

just count the pin-pricks.

Take it slow.

ASSAULT!

There's no doubt

that this money

belongs to the boy.

Watch,

now it's happening.

What's your name?

- Schulze.

- Schulze?

At the hotel he claimed

his name was "Grundeis".

He carried two passports.

One under the name of "Kiessling"

and the other one

under the name of "Markus".

I wonder what his real name is.

He's got as many names

as you've got freckles.

Take that hat off!

Didn't you hear him?

Off with the hat!

Damn, what a mug!

Your scar seems quite familiar.

Get this man to the

records department.

See you, gentlemen.

Better not.

Well, you've done a great job.

Like real detectives.

Now, my boy, here's your money.

- Don't let it get stolen again.

- No way.

Come in.

Excuse me, superintendent.

- Am I right here?

- Pardon?

I'm here regarding Emil Tischbein.

- Grandma!

- My boy!

Mother sends you her regards

and asks you not to be mad.

We were a bit short of money

last time.

And if you ever ride a train,

don't take candy from strangers!

Don't act like this is

all new to you.

Put your head in there.

I got him.

That's Mitlinski, the bank robber

from Hannover.

Wait a moment, officer.

- ...we kept on running after him.

- And I followed him by bike.

Then he entered a bank...

Wait a moment, detective.

That's him.

Mitlinski, a bank robber.

May we leave now?

Goodbye.

- That was swell.

- Definitely.

- What a strange fellow.

- Did you see his ears?

I almost telegraphed

your mother.

Thank God you didn't.

Anything could've happened.

Gladly everything

turned out well.

Do you wanna go

for an ice cream?

- Yes, sure. Are you coming too?

- Yes.

Come on.

For me?

Yes.

Nice.

It's like the one Emil

gave you yesterday.

But his was broken...

I made that box

especially for you.

Pony Hutchen was delighted

at the butterfly.

Really?

This one I caught myself.

And this one...

is very rare and exotic.

Where are you?

Starting again?

Leave me.

Emil, what's this all about?

Emil Tischbein!

Come here.

You've really had

a stroke of luck.

The thief you arrested

is a real bank robber.

You'll receive a reward

of 1000 marks.

What?

A thousand marks?

Not just our school

but the whole town of Neustadt

is proud of our little hero,

Emil Tischbein.

Quiet!

Don't forget the others.

All my friends who assisted me.

No, little Tuesday

is the true hero.

He had to stay home alone,

sitting by the phone all night.

You got me a hair dryer!

- Look how marvelous it is.

- Come on, open it.

I'd rather wait till later.

Now, Emil, who'll get

Pony Hutchen?

- I propose a duel.

- Alright.

Wait.

Why don't we draw lots?

Okay.

- Heads or tails?

- Tails.

- So you're saying tails?

- Yes, tails.

I've also got something to say.

- So who's it gonna be? Me?

- No, me!

I'll maybe tell you in ten years.

But as long as you're still rascals,

I'll take you both.

Three cheers for Emil

and the detectives.

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