The Assassination Bureau Page #4

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done, you've got to do it yourself.

Stand back!

Champagne on the house!

Come on, you.

No use hiding in here.

Been at the bottle?

Put her in the wagon

with the others.

Let me go, please!

Let me go!

I am a British citizen!

I demand to see

the British ambassador!

- Good morning.

- Good God.

May I come in?

Thanks to those ridiculous policemen,

I nearly missed the train.

I thought I'd given you the slip.

Thank you, it was

most considerate.

There was a first-class ticket

to Zurich in the pocket.

An oversight.

Miss Winter, our rules do not allow

our clients to supervise

the execution of their commissions.

Oh, I'm not doing that.

I'm just covering the story

in the course of my profession.

Our records didn't show

you were a journalist.

Well, this is my first assignment.

Which newspaper

are you writing for?

For the Daily...

For the Daily Press, at large.

Women are not yet accepted

in journalism.

But when I have this story,

anyone will employ me.

It will strike a great blow for women.

Well, Miss Winter...

...if anybody is to write the story

of this epic adventure,

- it is only right that it should be you.

- Thank you.

And since you're to be my constant

shadow, I suppose I'd better feed you.

Shall we adjourn to the dining car

for luncheon?

But how can I accept

your point of view?

To take life is

the ultimate wrong.

- It's basic to all civilized ethics.

- Really.

You accept the gallows,

guillotine and the gas chamber.

And not to mention the field of battle.

- Brandy?

- No, thank you. I never touch spirits.

Pity. Taken in moderation,

it can greatly clarify the mind.

Thank you. My mind is perfectly clear

on one topic concerning us:

All killing is wrong.

- And yet you commissioned mine.

- That was quite different.

You don't go into

a butcher to buy a steak

and question his morality

in killing the cow.

Really, you're impossible.

I shall return to my carriage.

- Shall I accompany you?

- No, thank you.

I'm sure you are the one

in need of the brandy.

- Cognac, monsieur?

- Please.

Thank you.

- Excellent, an '88.

- Anything further, sir?

- Just a cigar, thank you.

- A cigar.

That'll be all, thank you.

Not quite all, lvan.

Popescu?

What a marvelous makeup.

You know, these new

Leichner waxes are fantastic!

Thank you, lvan. And now

there is much sadness in the world,

and there must be a little more.

Won't you at least permit me

to finish my brandy and cigar?

The drink certainly,

the cigar will take too long.

The kitchen staff won't

stay locked in the galley forever.

While you were enjoying yourself

in Paris, lvan,

I was preparing this operation.

You will admit it has

the merit of surprise.

What's this?

"Popescu...

Romanian businessman...

"...falls from Paris-Zurich express..."

Et cetera...

"...burns on body"?

What did that young devil

do to him?

The toast is absent friends.

Lucoville was a fool.

Any business with women

is bad business.

But Popescu will be a great loss.

Does your agent report

where our chairman is now?

Not yet. But she is

a very able young woman,

and I'm sure that we shall hear

something quite soon.

That idiot in Liechtenstein!

His talent lay in company fraud.

Certainly not in handling explosives.

Things are not going well, Muntzov.

I want this matter finished quickly.

Political tension is growing in Europe.

The Bureau is the instrument I need.

Weiss understands the value

of money.

I'm sure we can rely on

Swiss efficiency in Zurich.

Suspect everyone!

Do you understand? Everyone.

The man is a master of disguises.

Better to be safe than sorry.

- If we spot him, what do we do?

- I told you.

Ring the bell to my office.

But on no account

wink an eyelid even.

Otherwise, you are a dead man.

Right. Go to your places, everyone!

Open the doors!

Is this where they keep the money?

Well, yes, mein Herr.

What...? What did you require?

The mountains are full of thieves.

Nothing is safe.

Bad luck, lvan!

You don't fool me with this, my boy.

In Switzerland we are efficient, yes?

What are you doing?

My box! Take care of my box!

The box.

Of course. The box.

- Throw it out into the street.

- What?

Throw it out before it goes off.

The game is up, lvan.

Come back! Come back!

My box! My savings!

Stop it, lvan.

The game is up.

Das geht zu weit.

I never know if I can trust you.

Dear, you know I might be

recognized anywhere.

Simply hand it in for the attention

of the director.

- That's all.

- Very well.

- You're a villain.

- I beg you...

Thief! Give me my money.

They told me you would look

after my money.

What do you do?

You throw it in the gutter!

I want my money!

Give it to me!

Excuse me.

- Yes, mademoiselle.

- I have something for the director.

What? What is it?

Well, she has something

for the director.

Half-wit. Idiot!

My apologies, mademoiselle.

Take it, man.

Put it in my office!

A terrible misunderstanding,

mein Herr.

Get away!

What are you all standing here for?

Get back to work!

All of you!

Get back to work.

What exactly was in that case?

Purely technical details. They belong

to our research department.

We have some very brilliant scientists

working for us.

When they make a discovery, they

deposit their secrets in a safe place.

I think they'll be pleased

with the result.

There is no one in the army

to match you, Herr General.

- Congratulations, Herr General.

- Congratulate him.

It is not a disgrace to be beaten

by the ex-champion of Germany.

You will bear the scars of

your general's saber.

Carry them with honor, lieutenant.

What is the army coming to?

- Take him away and stitch him up!

- A visitor, Herr General.

Lord Bostwick.

General, I'm glad you're keeping

your hand in.

I'm just from Essen.

Alfred Krupp sends his regards.

- Can we talk privately?

- Leave us.

- You've heard the news from Zurich?

- So much for the efficient Swiss.

Ja, ja. Always one must be alert.

And to be alert, you must be fit.

En garde!

Absent friends.

For heaven's sake, stop it, Muntzov!

I've a good mind to send you

back to Petrograd.

No, no, we don't want

to risk any more of us.

Well, this fooling

has got to stop.

What good is the Bureau

with its best members gone?

The cream still remains.

Prove it, general, in Vienna.

Our young chairman

is on his way there now.

- We have no one in Vienna.

- Send someone.

It will be arranged.

To poor lvan.

Drunken idiot. Young Dragomiloff

is worth ten of you.

What a tragedy that he lacks

the vision to go along with me.

His whole romantic notion

on moral killing is out-of-date.

If only he could realize

that our organization

is the most lethal instrument

of power ever conceived.

The Assassination Bureau is

a political weapon or it is nothing.

Properly used, as I can use it,

it could bring down governments,

dynasties and empires.

I could rule the destiny of Europe.

Great things are afoot.

Sell everything you possess, my

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