The Thief Lord

[Dog Barking In Distance]

[Footsteps Approaching]

[Panting]

[Bed Squeaking]

[Boy's Voice] Prosper, they can't

send you to the orphanage.

- They can't. You're a brother.

We have to stick together.

- [Sighs]

Prosper, please don't leave me.

Don't leave me.

[Man On TV, Indistinct]

[Panting]

[Grunts]

[Straining]

Bo.

Prosper.

Have you got your things?

- We have to go fast.

- I knew you wouldn't leave me with them.

- Come on.

- [Alarm Blaring]

- [Dog Barking In Distance]

- Jump.

Quick, Bo. Jump.

- [Alarm Continues]

- I pumped it up yesterday.

[Woman]

I knew it. I knew it! That wretched brother!

Come back here, you... kidnapper!

You'll be locked away

for good this time!

Oh! Oh, my poor little baby!

[Gasps]

- [Tires Screeching]

- Prop, where's this train going?

Hopefully south.

Hey, Bo, give us a hand.

[Straining]

Oh, push! Bo, push!

[Coughing]

Are we nearly there?

Almost.

[Coughing]

[Chattering]

Look, Prop, gondolas.

What are you doin' opening the boxes?

Put 'em back.

I didn't. This one

was open already.

Put 'em back anyway.

They don't belong to us.

- [Ship Horn Honking]

- [Scoffs]

[Whistles Softly]

Buongiorno.

You'd appear to be looking for me.

"Victor Getz, investigations

of all kinds." Follow me.

I came across these tortoises

at the fish market.

Poor wrinkled things.

Freezing their little bottoms off

amongst all that ice.

- Come on. We have to go.

- [Bo] What's the matter?

Just do as I say,

all right?

Oi! Oi, what do you think-

Where do you think you're going?

Won't have little thieves on my boat!

- Get off! Let go!

- Give 'em here!

- Give it!

- What have you stolen?

Come on, Bo.

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Hurry up! Hurry up!

[Groans]

Disguise, madam. A necessity

in my line of business, you understand?

So, what can I do for you?

Anything lost or stolen?

This is what we have lost.

Oh, children.

I've tracked down

many things in my time-

suitcases, dogs, the occasional husband-

[Laughs]

But you're the first clients

who've ever mislaid their children...

- Mr. And Mrs. -

- Hartlieb.

Mr. And Mrs.

Maximilian Hartlieb.

And they are not

our children.

Prosper and Boniface

are my late sister's sons.

She raised the boys

on her own.

Oh, Prosper and Boniface.

What peculiarly charming names.

Yes, well, my late sister

had a fondness...

for anything peculiar.

[Clears Throat]

However, when she died,

three months ago...

my husband and I applied

for custody of Boniface.

[Scoffs] Well, we could hardly be

expected to take on his older brother as well.

I mean, any reasonable person

could see that.

- Prosper kidnapped Bo a week ago-

- Mm-hmm.

And brought him here to Venice.

And what makes you so sure

that they came here...

- if you don't mind-

- Their mother loved Venice.

She planned to move here

with the boys...

filled their heads with

all manner of hocus-pocus...

about the magical things

that happen here.

I'm hungry.

[Sighs]

It's the last one.

[Exhales]

Have we got any more money?

Don't worry.

I'll find us enough to eat.

I know, 'cause you're

my big bro.

[Coughing]

[Coughing Continues]

Okay.

Wait here, okay?

Where are you going?

[Doorbell Jingling]

Scusi.

[Shouts]

- I was gonna put it back!

- That's what they all say!

Come on!

- [Doorbell Jingles]

- Stop, thief!

Get back here!

[Panting]

[Grunts]

I think we lost him.

[Sighs]

- [Coughing]

- I think we lost ourselves as well.

- Prop?

- Hmm?

When you have no money,

do you have to run away from everyone?

We're not running away

anymore, Bo.

Mum wanted us to be here.

- This is where we live now.

- [Coughs] Here?

[Laughs]

No, silly. In Venice. There must be

a reason why she loved it so much.

- What?

- Th-The fish man looked at me.

You're tired. The shadows

can play tricks on you in the night.

- Are you lost?

- No.

You look lost to me.

- [Coughing]

- Who are you? What do you want?

- Questions better put by me to you.

- [Coughs]

Prosper. My little brother, Bo.

Have you lost

your mummy and daddy?

- [Prosper] Yes, as a matter of fact.

- Then I'll help you find them.

You can't. They're-

They're not with us anymore.

Ah, orphans. And so young.

Now, tell me...

what did you steal?

Money, jewels?

Are you lock-pickers?

Purse-pickers?

Pocket-pickers?

We're not thieves.

Please just leave us alone.

We have no money.

Now run along home,

wherever that may be.

- This is where we live now.

- Don't be ridiculous.

Do you know

what happens here after dark?

Things little eyes

should never, ever see.

- We're not scared.

- Not scared?

Well, aren't you

the little tiger?

- [Growls]

- We're not scared of here. We're not scared of you.

Good. Then follow me to safety.

- Right this way.

- [Squeaking]

[Sighs] Or would you rather sleep

in the dark and damp doorways?

Did I mention the rats?

What have we got

to lose, Prop?

Gentlemen, my humble abode...

the Stella...

- our star lair.

- [Bell Ringing]

Strictly no grown-ups

allowed.

You're not a grown-up, are you?

Only some of them are very small.

You wouldn't be trying to trick me

on my own turf, would you?

I'm six and a quarter.

That makes you a V.I.P.

You give me the willies

every time you're late.

- Have I ever let you down?

- What are they doing here?

They need my help,

just like you did, Riccio, dear boy.

Remember?

We've been stakin' out the Palazzo Pisani

for days, like you told us.

- It's always crowded. Parties and things.

- Then I'll fit in perfectly.

- Are you thieves or something?

- Not just any thieves.

Scip's the Thief Lord,

the greatest thief in Venice.

[Prosper]

Aren't you scared of the police?

2:
00. Typical. Steal a watch next time.

We were gonna send out a search party.

This little fellow has a nasty cough. Do you have

anything for it in your medicine cupboard?

- Who are they?

- They're friends of mine.

They need to crash here.

Enough said?

[Riccio] Here comes Matron

with her magic potion.

It's all right.

I won't bite. I'm Hornet.

This is the wardrobe.

- You're burning up. Does it hurt when you cough?

- Help yourselves. Really.

Well, he won't get better

in these sodden old rags.

We have to go back and pick up my haul.

I left it somewhere near the Contarini.

- In the middle of the night?

- What's it, past your beddy-byes, Mosca?

I don't think it'd be good for him,

walking around in the night.

I don't recall saying

anything about walking.

[All Shouting]

[Mosca] Whoa, Scip!

How'd you steal this?

Nothing's safe from the Thief Lord.

Go faster, Scip! Faster!

- Hold on!

- The best.

[Man On Loudspeaker] This is the police.

Slow down your boat and stop.

- [Siren Wailing]

- [Mosca] Come on, Scip. Step on it.

- Step on it!

- [Riccio] Quicker, Scip!

[Man On Loudspeaker]

I repeat, this is the police.

- Slow down and stop the boat!

- [Siren Continues]

[Riccio]

Quick, Scip. They're gettin' closer!

Faster! Faster!

- [Hornet] Scip, come on!

- [Siren Continues]

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