Son of the Pink Panther Page #2

- No, not really.

- Darling.

- Yes.

Speak Italian.

Yes.

How do you know this man?

He gave me a lift in his car.

Why do you so upset?

The world is full of strange crazy people.

Now, bring the Commissioner down one of your robes.

Make it quick!

He's just like his father.

- Would you care to join me in the kitchen?

- I would indeed.

It's refreshing to hear some

good singing for a change.

Jacques loves opera.

- Are you musically inclined, Madame?

- No.

- Was his father?

- He played the French horn.

That probably accounts for it.

Why did you name him Jacques?

- Why not, is a beautiful French name.

- Yes, but you're Italian.

I knew a man once named Jacques.

When he died ten years ago I said:

Thank God, there can never,

never be another one like him.

And then, I met your son.

So I decided he would be better

of if he never knew.

- You mean his father is...

- Clouseau.

No, never.

Oh, Commissioner.

Your Highness? Yasmin?

I have a... a little snacky for you.

Under different circumstances

we could have had such fun.

What happened?

Make sure she doesn't get out again.

We need to get you a doctor.

- How are you?

- Terrible.

- No doubt that was a "Burmb".

- A what?

- A bomb.

- A bo..

You need to rest, Charles.

- How do you know my first name?

- You told me in the ambulance.

Strange, I don't remember.

But I remember you.

You said:
My name is Charlie

Dreyfus and I'm going to be a policeman.

I used to say that as a child.

I must have been delirious.

- No, you were very sweet.

- I was?

What's this? What's this?

Something's happened.

Stop it!

- Give it to me!

- Stop it...

Something terrible has happening.

- Now don't play with it again.

- Thank you nurse.

No no no, you should relax now.

No, I can't relax.

I have to tell him something.

- What's his name, your son? Jacques. Listen Jacques,

I'm wanting to tell you, you are in great danger.

- I am?

- Franois, where is the chief's report? - Ah. Here.

There. You remember the unconscious girl you saw in the van?

Oh. How could I ever forget her?

"Beauty, too rich for use, for earth too dear"...

- Jacques loves poetry.

- Yes, I know, I want you to look at this photograph.

My God, but it is she, how did you know?

- Just a hunch.

- A what?.

- Who is she, what is she doing in this photograph?

- She is Princess Yasmin.

A Princess? Kidnapped? Mama is she not beautiful?

Not bad for a princess.

Evening Commissioner. At ease Gambrelli.

I'm glad to see that you are not hurt, Madame.

Thank you Chief.

- And I'm particularly happy that you're still with us Commissioner.

- Oh, I'm sure you must be.

And I'm particularly happy that you

you assigned me Officer Gambrelli.

Really?

Without him I might not have discovered that the

Princess was being held here in the south of France.

- I will put a general alarm immediately.

- You will do nothing of the kind until I give the word.

Meanwhile, Officer Gambrelli's

mother needs a safe place to stay, so...

Since I'm going be here a while so

she can have my suite at the hotel.

Oh, but I can't.

You must, please.

Whatever they need Franois.

Around the clock protection Chief.

God bless you.

Come on.

Get out!

Wait, I... I just remembered something

that I forgot to say to the Commissioner.

I will bring the car around.

No no no, if it's not much trouble

I'd rather you take my Mother to

the hotel and then come back for me.

You go that way.

Sorry, sorry.

- Why don't you just ask for a doctor.

- Don't worry we'll find one.

If you are looking for a

Doctor, I am very good doctor.

I'll be in Surgery.

Ambulance.

- Yes? - Are you are a Doctor?

- Yes, I am a very good doctor.

- Then would you mind coming with us, please?

- Oh, It would be a delight.

You are looking as beautiful as ever.

And you still look as elegant and handsome.

We haven't been in this place here together, how long?

Ten years?

Minimum.

You wanted to see me. Why?

I thought I should give you my support.

That's very considerate of you.

I beleive one of the ransom conditions

is that you have to give your throne.

Yes.

Will you do that?

It's possible. As long as my successor is not an Army man.

Well, I'm sure it wont.

I wont forget that.

Obviously he doesn't have

much faith in the military.

People have been saying that he knows that

we're sleeping together.

- Do you think that is all that he knows?

- Hmmm.

Or right now, you would be soup for my supper.

- Yes?

- It's the doctor.

Finally. Come in, Doctor.

Good evening.

What? What seems to be the problem?

You have received the blemish in your arm, eh?.

I beleive it may require some stitches.

- What do you think?

- Ohh!

Oh yes, I think you need to do something

to keep you from fainting, yes.

You must take deep breaths, like this.

See? Then you don't faint, but deep, very, very deep.

- What happened?

- You hyper-ventilated.

I did? Where?

- You fainted.

- Oh, That I know.

Well, are you going to stitch up my arm or not?

Of course, I am going to stitch up.. Phew!.. Up your arm...

But first I must check...

if you are physically fit.

Fit as a fiddle. Very good.

And now...

...must check your reflexes.

Reflexes of a fiddle.

Very good. And now...

It must be somewhere.

This is very good. Do you know

what is this? Very good.

My dentist uses this.

He pulls my WIS.. wisdom tooth

and I didn't even feel it.

- Novocain.

- No. No, no.

Dentist, his name is Fishburne.

Dr. Marvin Fishburne.

I highly recommend him, seriously.

I think I stabbed myself in the cheek.

Now, before I can stitch up your arm...

I must inject you.

Hold still. Hold... hold still.

Hold still.

Very good.

Good.

Now, Ok, it's, it's, it's getting very late.

And I think...

I get back to... the the Hospital and surgery.

I am very important.

Bye-bye.

On second thought, I am in no condition to operate.

Better that I stay here, with you.

If you need me, I am here, with you.

I'm here, now just relax...

We've run into a slight complication...

It makes it impractical for us to stay here any longer.

Yeah, yeah. If all goes well,

We will be in Darfur by tomorrow afternoon.

"But, sof... soft"

"What light through yonder window breaks?"...

"It is the east, and Juliet is the sun"

Romeo?

Er, no.. Hic.. Jacques.

- You know what they say?

- No.

"A rose by any name"...

"Would smell as sweet"

What are you doing here sweetie?

I came to rescue... hic... rescue you.

- Hold your breath.

- My breath?

- Longer. - I can't.

- Ohhh...

I'll help. Try again, look.

It's no use.

There is one other way.

A little extreme but it always works.

- Hello?

- Did I wake you?

No.

- Are you alone?

- No, I am in bed with a beautiful woman.

Do not lie. Not even in fun.

I just spoke to our friend in France. Something's

come up, and he plans to visit uncle Idris.

- So?

- Evidently, he had no alternative.

Rumor has it that the king return

back to town tomorrow.

Right. This place is getting

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