Son of the Pink Panther Page #4

remember...

If you need a disguise and duty calls,

look no further because you've got balls.

Did you make that up?

No, my genius lies in the art of transfiguration.

My wife is the 'Emily Bront' of the establishment.

Congratulations. I also am a bit of a poet.

You should go see Marta

Parmet's sonnets.

She also makes the most delicious borscht.

Now specifically,

how I can help the child of...

my dearest, my best client?

I need to get into Lugash,

without being recognized.

Certainly.

Marta.

Hey.

Martha, bring me the package

of the sickening beggar, number 2.

Wait here.

That is why you asked me to meet you in the park?

So you could attack me like

you attacked my father?

Yes, I can honestly say that

your father would have been dead many times.

But thanks to my surprise attacks keeping him

on his toes and alert to every danger.

I am available if you are considering hiring me in

the same capacity I once served your father.

Take a fortune cookie.

What does it say?

"You will hire an Oriental

family friend". Amazing.

The plane will arrive on time in Lugash. He will be met

at the airport, where he will be taken to the hotel...

where he will be contacted by one our Agents.

We interrupt this broadcast to give

you an important news flash.

A breaking story out of Nice reveals

that Clouseau may have had a child.

According to an anonymous phone call it's stated

that Gendarme 2nd Class Jacques Gambrelli...

Was in fact 1st Class Detective Jacques

Clouseau of the Nice Police Force.

Charles, have you seen the

morning paper?

Detective Clouseau's Son.

He's being met by a French Agent, posing

as a Limo Driver.

- Mr. Gambrelli?

- Yes. -Me too.

- Mr. Gambrelli.

- Yes.

I have to take you to your hotel room.

There is no need to register.

Go to your room and wait

for a call from Mr. Wasim.

- Who?

- Mr. Wasim.

This way please.

The son of France's greatest detective.

Undoubtedly a gifted police officer in his own right.

Probably new to Lugash.

Then it isn't clear.

- This will change our plans.

- I don't think so.

We have always known that if we were discovered

we risked reprisal from our unstable neighbour.

It may well be that France's greatest detective

can insure us against that discovery.

How he can do that?

By eliminating Uncle Idris or

or least taking credit for it.

At least for the time being, make sure that

Detective Clouseau Junior is well protected.

Your Highness, please, put your legs

around my waist.

- In your dreams.

- As you wish.

You can't take me down, what are you doing?.

Geronimo!

Jumping without a parachute.

Highness stop beating me or I'm going to drop you.

Really? I'm your ticket to paradise.

Mr. Gambrelli room.

For you, it's Mr. Wasim.

Thank you.

Hello?

Meet me in Ohmar's

Oasis at 10 o'clock.

I'll be wearing a red carnation... Argghh...

- Welcome to my home away from home, Your Highness.

- Who are you?

I am Atif Idris Al Sheikh Al Sabah.

You can call me Uncle Idris.

What's wrong with my disguise?

Dr. Ball said it was a totally original creation.

Mr. Gambrelli's room.

It's Commissioner Dreyfus.

Give me the phone.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Where are you?

Hello?

- Yes?

- Hello?

- What happened?

- Hello.

- Commissioner?

- Yes.

I'm sorry to do this, but I want you pack

you bags and catch next plane home.

You've become a politically hot potato.

The French Government can't protect you.

- Then what about the princess?

- Officially she's not your concern any more.

Maybe not officially, but unofficially

she will always be my concern.

I think I'll go with you anyway.

No Cato, one hot potato is too much.

Is it really you? You are...

I'm not wanting to be difficult about it,

but will you give me your autograph?

- What?

- I do not have the pen. Do you have the pen?

- No.

- Anyone have a pen?

You write:
To Wafiyyah.

- Yes, but I do not have any paper.

- Not on paper, here.

- There?

- Yes.

To my girlfriend. Hurry.

Hurry, if not finish my dance,

Omar he cut off my nipples.

This not right, "Gambrelli"?

No, Clouseau. I saw your picture. Very beautiful.

Is this Omar?

Music, Mufib.

- Where is the princess?

- Not far away from here. I can take you to her.

- We haven't much time.

- Why? What time is it now?

A quarter past three.

My nose.

With permission. Thanks

They're going to kill you, follow me.

Wafiyyah he's Clouseau.

Pervert.

In here, in the kitchen.

- Come, this way.

- Not until you tell me who you are?

- Colonel Al-Durai, Lugash special services.

I'm here to help you rescue the Princess.

- Where is the Princess?

She's being held in a desert hideout about 20

kilometres north-east of Ksar el Kabir.

What is this? I'm ruined.

It's not fine to be like this, you

will be compensated. Where is your car?

- Over there.

- Everyone, in the car,in the car.

Cato. Cato. Here.

- Where is Gambrelli?

- Hopefully gone to rescue the princess.

- Where are we going?

- To see that he does.

Get out and see what that sign says.

It says, Ksar el Kabir 175 kilometres.

- Is where we're going?

- No, that's where I'm going. Goodbye, Cato.

Get in, Rabbi.

Remember Men, this is a diplomatic intelligence

mission.

Clouseau gets credit for rescuing the Princess.

Good Luck.

- Gentelmen, After you.

- Me? I am not going.

- Me neither.

- That's it. Sergeant, take them out and shoot them.

- I changed my mind.

- Keep me a seat.

- Excuse me, do you know which way is north?

- Yes

Yussa, get her.

Come with me. There is a way out of here.

- That fine, but she's not going with us.

- Don't be foolish, she is our ticket to escape.

Go ahead shoot me.

Oh I will, unless you can stop me.

Let's see.

Here, you need some help.

- Drop it.

- Hello, sailor.

That felt good.

Come with, we'll miss our escape.

When I am dead, my dearest,

Sing no sad songs for me.

Plant no roses at my

head, no shade to hide my street.

Water the green grass above me with soul

and dewdrops wet

And if thou wilt remember,

and if thous wilt forget.

That's it, no more Mr. Nice Guy.

Yesterday morning, Princess Yasmin of Lugash

was rescued from her kidnappers...

...by Detective Inspector 1st Class

Jacques Clouseau Junior,

the son of France's greatest detective.

And so, Detective 1st Class Jacques Clouseau Junior the

latest medical opinion has him reporting well

And his doctors expect him to be back on his feet

in a matter of a few weeks.

- Hi there.

- Hello!

- You're looking better.

- Darling, Charles and I have something to tell you.

- You're getting married.

- How did you know?

Haha, I know because I am a good detective.

Right, Dad?

What are you doing?

Silly boy.

- Oh dear, forgive me.

- Jacqueline? - I'm sorry I'm late Mom.

- Jacqueline! - Yeah! Brother.

- Sister.

- "Mama"?

- Your head is bleeding.

- You have received a "beam".

- "beam"?

Maria.

Oh Charles, I plan to tell you.

I had twins.

Thank you.

You must be very proud.

- Thank you... whaa?

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