The Assassination Bureau Page #3

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- Miss Winter,

you do want to go

on with the story?

I've invested a lot of money in it.

Oh, most certainly. I shall have the

greatest pleasure in reporting his...

- Whatever happens to him.

- Splendid.

Now, remember, you are to wire me

personally about all his movements.

Now, to where shall

we buy you a ticket?

To Paris.

Shocking.

Disgusting.

It's disgraceful. It's a scandal.

Oh! It's an outrage.

What has happened to my Paris?

It has become a sink of iniquity.

A sewer. A den of vice.

- The tourists expect it, my dear.

- Oh, nonsense!

The whole civilized world

is shocked by it.

Nobody knows that better than you,

Henri. Oh, yes, my dear.

You are one of the few

senators of the republic

who have dared to

stand out against evil.

I suppose it was my duty.

Oh, I respect you for it.

Though sometimes I must confess,

- I fear for you.

- Fear for me?

To oppose this underworld of vice

may endanger your very life.

Well, it was your idea.

Somebody had to speak out.

As I've always said,

if you want something done,

do it yourself.

Well, my dear, I must be

off to the senate.

We've a sitting that may

go on most of the night.

The women of France will never forget

what you're doing for them, Henri.

I hope not. Good night.

- Anything to report?

- There's not a sign of him.

Everyone has been shown

his photo.

Watch carefully. He's a devil.

- Good evening, Monsieur Lucoville.

- Good evening.

- How is business?

- Up a little on last week.

And how is the new

cheap champagne going?

We serve it after midnight, same price,

and nobody notices.

Excellent. You have been warned

to look out for a certain man.

I have his picture here.

- He will not pass.

- Excellent.

I am informed that one

may find here

the most suitable

arrangements for the night.

Monsieur le Comte de...

Certainly, Your Excellency.

We shall arrange for you

something special.

Good evening.

Just one moment.

My dear count, it's a pleasure

to welcome you to our house.

- Well, madame, I am incognito.

- But of course.

You will be one of our best-known

unknown visitors. This way.

Phillippe, champagne

in the Swan Room at once.

Absolutely hopeless.

This one has knock-knees

and this one has the most frightful

hangdog look about her.

And as for this one,

I seem to remember her at least

five years ago in le Sphinx.

I demand something different,

something fresh.

But Your Excellency has seen

the most beautiful girls in the house!

Damn it! Damn it!

I demand to see the director.

But he does not concern himself

with the customers, Excellency.

He will concern himself

with me, madame.

You tell Monsieur Lucoville

to come here now!

And get these creatures out of here!

Of course, Excellency. Spank to your

pleasure, Your Excellency, Your Honor.

Oh! Allez, vite!

Good evening. I was recommended

to you by Lord Bostwick.

Lord Bostwick?

Yes, he's a very old customer.

He knows we like to cater

for the English taste.

Nothing I can do will

please the gentleman.

Nothing you can do. I don't wonder.

Let someone else try.

Surely this is a place

of assignation?

It is certainly not a convent.

Just stay here. I'll tell madame.

How very interesting.

I must make some notes.

The count wants something different.

- Excuse me. There is a new girl.

- No, not now.

That's the most exciting

creature in the place!

But she looks completely innocent.

Yes, exactly.

- I am the patron, mademoiselle.

- How do you do?

Come this way, please.

I wonder if I might ask

you one or two questions.

Don't worry, chrie, he doesn't

want anyone experienced.

Entrez.

Your Excellency,

it is an honor to meet you.

I have found you

something entirely fresh.

What delightful surprises you

have up your sleeve, patron.

In there. In there.

For the exceptional customer,

there is always something...

How shall I say... special.

Special, yes. The room is to

your satisfaction, Excellency?

They have sent you champagne.

It's on the house, of course.

Oui, oui, oui, oui.

Where is that girl?

Where are you?

Tell me. Are all the rooms

decorated in this fashion?

What are you doing, girl? The count

doesn't want to be kept waiting.

Get your clothes off.

Dear, dear chairman, is this fair?

- I am unarmed.

- Of course.

You see, you're slack

as well as degenerate.

I really must apologize...

It's you.

Pierre. Gaston. In there.

What's a girl like

you doing here?

- I thought it was a hotel.

- Break down the door.

- Let's get out of the window.

- You stay here.

You can't leave me

in a place like this.

- Your bed, Miss Winter. You lie on it.

- Shoot off the lock.

All right. Come on.

Let's cut through here.

No, perhaps not.

It's a raid. It's a raid.

It's a raid.

My God, it's a raid!

A raid, patron.

- Don't panic, gentlemen!

- What's the meaning of this intrusion?

A madman has seized

one of my girls against her will.

- Impossible.

- Carry on, gentlemen!

The emergency will soon be over.

Jacques, champagne on the house

for our guests!

Search the whole place!

Oh, Mallon, my dear fellow,

how nice to see you. Au revoir.

We must go in somewhere.

I begin to suspect you're

protecting my virtue.

I'm afraid it will have to

look after itself.

You're too beautiful, chrie.

I dare not look at you.

No! No! I can wait no longer!

Quick! The stairs.

No! Don't shoot the customers!

In there, patron.

Now we have him trapped.

Shoot the lock.

It's no use, patron.

He's bolted the door.

Very well. We'll smoke him out.

- You've got us into a pretty pickle.

- I have?

- You're not here at my invitation.

- Well, how do we get out?

All problems are capable

of solution.

Keep your guns ready.

Gas.

A laundry chute.

I told you there's always a solution.

- It is exceedingly small.

- Fortunately, I am not too fat,

and you are positively skinny.

- Skinny.

- Come along.

We've got a little while.

Get on the floor, please.

- I beg your pardon!

- Gas.

It's lighter than air.

It fills the room from the ceiling...

...downwards.

- It won't take long.

- Long enough.

This commodious bag of yours

wouldn't by any chance contain

such a thing as a first-aid kit, would it?

Do not arrest anyone wearing

the Lgion d'Honneur!

Surely you do not wish to harm

that innocent young lady.

Come out and face the music.

When they burst the door open,

they'll strike these matches alight.

The room will become a bomb.

- Now, Miss Winter,

- Yes.

I thought I told you to keep close

to the floor!

- Yes, I will...

- Miss Winter?

Inspector, we have nothing to hide.

I assure you that this is a perfectly

respectable hotel.

En avant!

Now, open the door, lvan.

We might even make a bargain.

If I was to become vice chairman...

He's drawing the bolts!

I knew you'd see reason, lvan.

I can't manage the lock.

It's the gas! The gas!

We'll have to break in.

Quick, quick!

Break open the door!

No, no, no!

Out of the way!

I always say, if you want something

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