Son of the Pink Panther

- Is the orchestra tuning?

- 15 seconds.

She's good.

Good, huh?

Yes, she's good.

As good as you?

Maybe.

Haha. Better.

She was only showing how good she is.

I know how good she is.

Or she wouldn't be with us.

Now, there's to be no fighting

amongst us. Understood?

Here they come.

I wish you wouldn't smoke.

I should never have ever sent to America.

They've got such appalling habits.

- As if no one smoked in Lugash.

- That's different.

Umm, of course. And there's nothing

wrong with America, Father.

- My mother was American.

- Your mother never smoked.

I'm surprised that you noticed.

She wasn't dead 3 weeks three weeks

before you married that... woman.

You'll be on doubt pleased to know,

I am about to pay the price for that folly.

- So the rumor's true?

- Yes it would seem so.

Yasmin, please, keep it to yourself.

I don't want to alert your Stepmother

until I have proof.

Card.

- Praise Allah that someone

in this family is lucky.

Huh.

- Cash this in.

- How did you know I can be trusted?

Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were one of my bodyguards.

It's alright...

What's the going rate on a slap these days?

You're cheap.

Thank you Sir.

I must apologize for my daughter.

She's a very high spirited girl.

Look, a flare.

- Yasmin, go to your cabin.

- Wait a minute. - Now

Gentlemen...

- Haven't we met before?

- Not formally.

Be a nice little princess and go to sleep.

Hi, Dad.

To save your daughter,

you must do two things.

First $ 100 million to be deposited

into a Swiss bank account.

- No problem.

- Second:
You abdicate.

Renounce the throne?

That is impossible.

Then Yasmin will die.

Who will succeed me?

All in good time.

What a shame, I enjoyed your

company at the table.

And I yours.

Hey, stop. I said stop.

I haven't time to deal with

some bumpkin cop, lose him.

I said stop.

Can you hear me?

I think we lost him.

Yeah.

Look out!

- Are you alright?

- Yes. - No.

- One of my passengers is injured.

- No wonder, the way you drive it's a

wonder they're not all dead.

- They way I drive? - Yes.

- Could we please settle this at the hospital?

No. I'm Police Commissioner Dreyfus, and

I demand to see your driving license.

As you wish.

Ahh!... That felt good.

Now then. Is anyone hurt?

- Yes, in the van.

- My sister is unconscious.

- She is?

- She should be taken to the hospital.

- Where is she?

In the van.

- Excuse me, your sister is in his van?

- No.

- That's not my van.

- Look, I'm Commissioner Dreyfus, if you will allow me...

- Excuse me. Just a moment, just a moment.

When.. Excuse me, when I asked you if anyone was hurt,

you replied:
Yes, in my van.

No, no, I said:
Yes, in the

van, not in my van.

No, no, you did not say: Yes in the van. Not yes in the van.

- You said:
Yes. You do not say: Yes, my van. Not yes the van.

- Look... - You said yes my van, not yes in the van

- Did you hear what I just said?

- Yes, I heard.

- It's my van.

- Now we're getting somewhere.

- Listen, you imbecile...

- Wait sir, I am an Officer of the "Lour".

- I said-

- I know what you said. I am an Officer of the "Lour".

Please, my sister may be dying.

Please stand back, stand back.

- Have you been hunting?

- Yes. Hunting. Very perceptive.

Who are you?

I am Gendarme Jacques

Gambrelli, 2nd Class.

- Who are you?

- I am...

Your sister is very...

Very unconscious

I suspect that she has received

a "burmp" on the head.

- A bump.

- What?

Never mind. Come, Franois.

She requires immediately the emergency treatment, Mr..? er...

- Jones.

- Take her quickly to the Nice hospital, Mr. Jones.

And I will phone ahead to find out...

Mr. Jones, please stop. Mr Jones, my hand, my finger.

Mr. Jones, Mr. Jones please stop, Mr. Jones...

I have no time now for you to show me your

credentials. Do not drive off...

But I have an idea. You shall drive me,

you shall drive me to the nearest phone...

Sorry we are late, but we've had a car accident.

- Nothing too serious, I trust?

- We are lucky to be alive.

Be seated.

Now Chief, listen. Normally investigation of crimes

committed in French territorial waters is your responsibility.

But as this kidnapping is politically so important

to the Government,

The president has ordered me to

personally take charge of the case.

Understand, he does not think that you are

less qualified for this than I, but...

- Maybe I think...

- More qualified.

- So. What are your orders?

- First i want to know everything that is known about the case.

- This is everything we have to date.

- Oh, good.

- Then I'll want your best man to liaison.

- That will be Gambrelli.

I'll study the report tonight, and I'll

see you here in the morning at 9:00 o'clock.

Oh, by the way, there was a

police officer at the accident.

How shall I... he had an odd way of speaking.

- Mispronouncing words.

- No.

- He crashed his bicycle into our car.

- Doesn't ring a bell.

Perhaps it's not that important.

See you in the morning.

- A fine room for Your Highness.

- I want water.

- Can you get me water now?

- Yes, Of course.

- Take your clothes off.

- No.

- Take your clothes off!

- No.

Let go. Get you hands off me.

What about the Cop?

The longer we wait...

He'll probably show up at the hospital.

Arnon.

Try to make it look like an accident.

- What makes you think they'll show up?

- It's just a hunch.

Look.

- It wont be long.

- Why not?

Because something there's something phoney about Mr. Jones...

and those hunters with their automatic weapons.

Then Mr. Jones just wanted to get out of there...

I don't believe he had any intention of

take his sister to the hospital.

It it looks like you might be right.

- What is he doing?

- What does it look like he's doing?

- Has he drowned?

- He can't. Not yet.

What am I doing?

I can't swim, help, help.

- What's wrong?

- I can't swim.

Neither can I.

- Then why aren't you drowning?.

- Because you see, there's sand... yes, sand.

- What? - Stand. - Ha ha ha!

- Who are you?

- Gendarme 2nd class Jacques Gambrelli.

- Who are you?

- Commissioner Dreyfus. Police.

Come on, Gambrelli. I'll give you a lift home.

But why would the man in the

van want to kill me?

Maybe it has something to do with the unconscious girl.

You had a good look at her, didn't you?.

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes of starry skies...

Very Poetic.

- Yes, "Lurd" Byron.

- "Lurd".

Thank you for the lift

Commissioner, good night.

Wait here.

- Do you live here alone Gambrelli?

- Oh no, I live with my mother.

- I... I'd like to meet your mother.

- Why not, everyone wants to meet my mother.

Oh, gee, this is Police Commissioner

Dreyfus, he wants to meet you.

How do you do, Mrs. Gambrelli?

- I hope it's not too late?

- No no, please, come in Commissioner.

I'm sorry, I must explain.

- I'm sorry, I must explain. I'm... i'm a bit wet.

- Please be seated. - Thanks.

I am... I am just going upstairs to change my clothes.

- Do you speak Italian Commissioner?

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