The Thief Lord Page #5

We'll do it tonight.

The sooner the better.

What do you think?

Are you in?

- I suppose so.

- Good.

What about you, Prop?

Prop, are you in or not?

No way.

- [Motor Whirring]

- [Riccio] I could open that door

with my eyes closed.

[Hornet] What if they're still awake?

What do we do then?

[Whirring Continues]

Jeepers, Bo!

I almost had a heart attack.

- You forgot something really important.

- What?

- It's under my jumper.

- What?

Me!

[Whispering]

Bo.

Mosca? Hornet? Riccio?

- Where's Bo?

- Shh.

- Bring him back here right now.

- Calm down.

He snuck out and threatened to wake up the whole

square if we didn't help him over the wall.

Here. Catch.

[Grunts]

[Grunts]

- [Bell Tolling]

- I should've left you with Esther.

- You want to go to an orphanage

or a boot camp for babies?

- Shh!

- I'm stay-

- [Whispering] See what I mean?

Don't do that again, okay?

I almost peed my pants.

[Clattering]

[Gasps]

[Whispering]

What are you doing here? Get lost.

What are you doing here?

This is my job.

Oh, shut up,

you lying piece of crap.

This might just be one big jolly for

a rich boy like you, but we need the money.

Stop it. Have you forgotten

where we are?

And you can't take anything to the Conte,

you fibbing, lying rat lord.

Not even a message,

'cause we've got Sofia. So there!

Come on, you lot.

We've got to find the wing.

Prosper, me and you take the left.

Riccio and Hornet, you go right.

Yeah, and you, pants on fire,

just stay out of our way.

You better go home, Scipio.

The others are really angry.

They don't understand

what you've done.

Are you angry?

Do you understand?

I'm trying.

What is this?

Wow.

- Look.

- What's the matter?

- The pictures.

- Whoa.

The wing's not in the living room.

What's up?

- Scip's just gone upstairs.

- What?

- [Bo] Prop.

- Oh, my God.

- [Riccio] Upstairs? Oh, no!

- [Hornet] Everybody just calm down for a minute.

So, for once I decide to go out at night,

and what do I find when I get back?

A bunch of little cat burglars

creeping around in my house.

Please don't shoot.

Oh. So look who it is.

It's the rude little boy

from the kiosk...

and the little girl-

oh, and the poor orphan boy.

- What are you after, my cameras?

- Please, don't call the police.

Oh, I think that'll be

the very least I will do.

You have a right to be angry, but we're not

after your cameras. We only want the wing.

The wing?

Really?

What do you know

about my wing?

Oh!

- And how old are you?

- Six and a quarter.

- [Clicks Tongue] Madonna.

- He's my little brother. He doesn't know better.

Why have you got pictures of him?

- Why have you got pictures of him?

- I'm a photographer.

I- I take pictures of kids on the street.

That's why.

- Where do you live?

- We haven't got proper homes.

Well, I'm sorry

to hear that, if it's true.

Now, what do you want

with my wing?

Someone asked us to steal it.

Asked you?

- Who?

- My client wishes to maintain

the upmost confidentiality.

Scipio, put the gun down.

I found the wing.

It was in her room.

Come on.

Let's get out of here.

Oh, just give it to me!

It doesn't work anyway.

[Sighs]

And that, I presume,

is my wing?

You know, I'm- I'm curious.

Just how much does this mystery employer

offer to pay you for it?

50,000.

50,000?

That's rather a lot.

Not for us, 'cause we have

to pay for everything...

'cause we don't have parents or anything,

and we have to leave the star lair...

and Mosca's boat needs painting,

and Riccio needs new teeth...

and Hornet needs new clothes, and-

I'm worried it's not enough actually.

It's beautiful.

It's an angel's wing,

isn't it?

An angel's? Oh, no.

It's a lion's wing.

I told you so,

but no one listens to me.

- [Chuckles]

- I was given it, when I left the orphanage.

Are you an orphan?

Yes.

I lived there

for more than 10 years.

What makes the wing

worth so much?

What makes the wing

worth so much?

Do you know

I really don't know?

But I think

it's time we found out.

Mother Superior sent me here...

because I tried

to find out the truth.

Over 150 years ago...

a rich merchant gave the merry-go-round

to the orphanage.

But before the children

could ever enjoy it...

it disappeared.

All they ever found

was a fragment.

The wing!

I found it-

[Laughs]

In the attic

of the orphanage...

and I gave it to Ida...

to keep safe.

I never saw

the merry-go-round...

but it was said to be-

[Gasps]

Unique.

- It had five wooden figures on it.

- Yes, I know- the mermaid...

the "man-maid" with the big fork...

the sea horse

from the fountain...

the flying lion

and the uni- um-whatsit.

The unicorn?

[Whinnying]

Yes, like that one.

- Bo, how do you know all this?

- Mum told me.

Sister, what makes

the merry-go-round so special?

- It had magical powers.

- What did it do?

A child could go

round and round and round.

It became a grown-up.

A grown-up could go

round and round and round-

[Laughing]

And become a child.

Sister, please tell me,

is that really true?

Of course.

My great-great-grandmother saw it.

The Conte must know where the merry-go-round

is now. It doesn't make sense otherwise.

You know, I bet he believes that if he

reattaches the wing, it really will work.

Work, like the sister said?

If it really works,

I swear I'll find it.

I'll find it, ride on it, and I'll only

get off when I'm taller than my father.

I tell you what.

I'll let you have the wing.

You take it to the Conte,

and you get your reward...

but I want to go with you.

We follow the Conte,

and he will lead us to the merry-go-round.

- We'll do what Ida says.

- Who asked you?

- Go home, Thief Lord, back to

that posh house you live in.

- Hey!

Fighting isn't

what we need right now.

I'm as cross with him as you are,

but this time he's right.

I know it's true,

'cause I've seen all the animals now.

I'm afraid it's just a fairy tale, Bo.

No, it's not. I promise.

Wouldn't it be good

if it was true?

Think what we could do.

- [Pigeon Cooing]

- This is your big moment, Sofia, so don't screw up.

The boys are definitely

no longer in Venice.

I am convinced of it.

I'm total- utterly convinced

the boys are no longer in Venice.

But where have they gone?

Corfu.

Corf- Corfu?

But that's impossible.

Why on earth would they go to Corfu?

Well, they probably knew

that I was onto them.

Oh, no, no, no, no. I'm quite sure

that they are still here.

Now, I have had posters printed...

with Boniface's photo

on them, which you-

Something you could've done,

had you shown any initiative.

If you continue to display

such incompetence...

I'll have no choice but to

take matters into my own hands.

[Coughing]

[Gasps] Get your grubby hands off!

That's a valuable piece!

[Laughing]

Here.

Have a little sweetie.

Keep you still.

[Chuckling]

Now, you can trust your friend,

Ernesto Barbarossa...

with a little secret.

What did your master

steal for the Conte?

We may be young,

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