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The Pink Panther Revenge Of The Pink Panther - Comedy 1978 Eng Subs [H264-mp4]

So he wants to cut it off
just like that?

He doesn't think
you can handle it.

The arrangements have been concluded.

I gave them my word
because he gave me his word.

Tell me why.

You know why.

You're not strong anymore.

You lost control.

You tell him this.
Nothing has changed.

We've had a few setbacks.
That's to be expected in any business.

But I am still in charge,
and I am still strong!

Make no mistake.

You tell him
he had better keep his word.

Tell him the 25th as agreed.

I'll send him a sign,
a little demonstration...

to prove that I'm still strong.

- Good afternoon, Mr. Douvier.
- Good afternoon, Simone.

- Any calls?
- On your desk.

What's this "Dr. Herb called"?

That's your yearly checkup,
Tuesday at 4:30.

Okay. Is New York going to call back?

Between 5:00 and 6:00.

Good. Everybody else here?

Yes. In the boardroom.

I don't think we should
keep them waiting any longer.

- Will I see you tonight?
- Of course, Miss Le Gree.

Gentlemen, we have a problem.

The Gannet transaction
is in jeopardy...

because New York seems to feel
I no longer have...

the power to control
the situation.

So I have sent word...

that I will give them
a demonstration, a sign...

to show that I am still in control.

That France is still
a viable territory.

What I want from you,
are suggestions.

I have an idea.

All right.

Would you ask your secretary
to bring in the morning paper?

- Would you bring in the morning paper?
- Right away, sir.

Who is the most important man
in France today?

Present company excluded, of course.

Thank you.

- The president, I suppose.
- For our purpose.

A man New York knows even better
than the president of France.

A man with which our entire
world organization is familiar...

and would like nothing better
than to see him out of the way.

Who?

Who has given us nothing but trouble
for the past ten years?

Who has survived
16 assassination attempts?

Including two by his own boss.

Clouseau.

You want to impress New York,
eliminate Clouseau.

Eliminate Clouseau and we'll have
every cop in France down on our necks.

Not if we do it smart.

There is a rumor
that he is really a complete imbecile.

I've heard that.

Yet he continues to survive.

I have it on good authority
that he is anything but an imbecile.

That he only plays at the fool.

In any case, it is too dangerous.

Can you do it smart?

Yes.

Do it.

Balls?

Inspector Clouseau!
My dear Chief lnspector Clouseau!

How I have missed you!
How we have missed you!

Your disguise is ready for the
final fitting. You'll be very pleased.

Cunny! Quick! Quick!
Inspector Clouseau is here!

I noticed you have
some very interesting new noses.

I will model them for you.
Cunny, get on with it!

I will bring you one right away.

- There were some on the left.
- Yes, yes.

The final fitting.

I call this one "Wino and Roses."

Magnificent.
Even though I say so myself.

This is no small feat.

Now you can work the Left Bank
and Montmartre with anonymity.

Yes. The old anonymity ploy.

That's it!
You can do it, lnspector!

Chief lnspector.

You can walk, Chief lnspector.
You can walk!

Yes! Yes!

You are a genius, Balls.

I can! I can walk!

Thank heavens.

For little girls.

They keep on getting smaller
every day.

Yes?

A special delivery.

Thank you.

I'm sorry. I'm a little short.

Forget it.

Special delivery. A bomb.

Were you expecting one?

A bomb?

Yes?

What?

Right.

What's the matter?

The bomb destroyed half the block,
and Clouseau survived.

I am certain, sir,
that the bomb was intended for me.

- Bomb?
- What?

- You said, "bomb."
- Yes, yes.

Fortunately, Professor Balls...

took refuge behind a new shipment
of inflatable goiters...

which cushioned the force
of the explosion.

Inflatable goiters?

Yes. His Valentine's Day collection.

It's amazing that you survived.

Yes, yes.

I must apprehend this mad bomber...

before he does any more
of the damage in here.

Or she.

- "Or she"?
- A man dressed as a woman.

"Four armed robberies in three weeks."

Two of the victims were assaulted
and grappled with the robber.

Both the victims felt the robber
was much too strong to be a woman.

Three years ago, we sent to prison
a man named Claude Russo.

"Russo committed robberies
disguised as a woman."

Well, sir,
I must be off to apprehend...

this mad bomber now.

Remember, it just could be Russo.

Yes, it just could be Russo. Yes.

- Yes. I just said that.
- Yes, I know that. Yes, sir.

Well, sir, until we meet again,
and the case is solved.

Fire!

You may not have seen
these gentlemen before...

but they have at one time or another
worked for you.

And needless to say,
they are specialists.

The best in France.

And you expect them
to take care of Clouseau?

Oh, no. They've been contracted
to eliminate Mr. Chong.

Who is Mr. Chong?

Mr. Chong was recommended
by Hong Kong.

Gentlemen, fulfill your contracts.

Why don't you get out of those
wet clothes? You could catch pneumonia.

Yes, I know that.

I will as soon as I get home provided
idiot Cato does not attack me first.

Why don't you tell him not to?

Believe me, it's not that easy.

I gave him instructions to attack me
wherever and whenever possible.

And it has now become a matter of pride
with him to try to outsmart me.

I guarantee that at this very minute
his fiendish yellow brain...

is plotting some new ambush.

Yes, I know that.

Cato?

Pay attention!
This is your employer speaking.

I am canceling the attack orders
for tonight.

Do you understand?

I know that I told you
to show no mercy...

and to attack
and to pay no attention to what I say.

But tonight...

But tonight...

I am ordering you
to pay attention!

You will not attack, Cato!

Shut up that row!

I am trying to save my life,
madam.

Obviously the little yellow slime
is not paying attention.

It's a very substantial building,
but we're doing a great deal to it.

I'm sure when it's finished,
you'll find it peaceful and delightful.

Chief lnspector Clouseau's residence.

One moment, please.

For you.

What on earth is going on?

Excuse me, madame and messieurs.

I beg your pardon.
I am so sorry.

It's still for you.

Chief lnspector.

Pardon me.
I am needed on the phone.

Hello?

This is Chief lnspector Clouseau
speaking on the phone.

Listen to me carefully.

If you want to catch
the French Connection...

meet me tonight at 11:00...

in the Bois de Bologne
near the Grande Cascade.

And come alone.

That's so obvious,
he's bound to think it's a trap.

Yes, or it's so obvious that he's bound
to think it can't be a trap.

It's so obvious,
it's bound to be a trap.

That is why you will never be
a great detective.

It's so obvious,
it could not possibly be a trap.

Now, Cato, warm up the Silver Hornet.

I very much suspect...

that the Hornet is overdue
for a service...

so if you don't mind,
I'll use your car tonight.

He's driving a white Peugeot.
License number is...

By any chance,
are you going to Fontainebleau?

Well...

Wonderful!

How lucky can a girl get?

You're an absolute darling.

It's green.

It is?

The traffic light.

Generally speaking, it's dangerous
for a beautiful girl like you...

to be hitchhiking at night.

I know. That's because,
generally speaking...

beautiful girls like me
don't carry guns.

Yes, yes.

Are you saying
that you carry a gun?

I've got it in here somewhere.
It's not very big.

Watch it. It might go off.

Only if you don't do
exactly what I say.

Listen, Miss...

Russo.

But you can call me Claude.

Pull off the road.

Oh, the old "pull off the road" ploy!

Yes. Then we will see how you do with
the old "take off your clothes" ploy.

And if you don't want
to freeze to death, put on the dress.

Never!

Suit yourself.
But the dress is an original Dior...

and you've got sensational legs.

Yes?

Oh. Good. Thank you.

Why don't you just take that
off the hook?

Won't be necessary. The great lnspector
Clouseau won't be bothering us anymore.

Hello, boys!

Am I glad to see you!

And we are certainly glad
to see you.

Wait a moment! You know me.

I'm Chief lnspector Clouseau
of the surete.

And I am Officer Bardot.

But you can call me Brigitte.

Listen, Brigitte. You are making
an understandable mistake.

Don't let my legs fool you.
I'm really a man. Listen!

The palace flag is lowered
to half-mast.

The president has declared a day
of national mourning.

Only a few hours ago...

the great detective stood
in this very courtyard...

and was decorated by the president...

for outstanding service
to his country.

According to the coroner's report...

Chief lnspector Clouseau
was probably dead...

before his car hit the telephone pole...

and burst into flames.

The president called me at 6:00
this morning.

A dozen countries have offered the
services of their finest detectives...

but the president
made it painfully clear...

that this must be solved by Frenchmen,
and quickly...

or we can all hand in
our resignations.

I spoke with Dr. Laprone
at the hospital...

and he assures me that Dreyfus
is completely cured.

It's amazing.

I've seen some lunatics
in my time.

They were all pikers compared
with Dreyfus. He was like a wild animal!

Didn't he actually bite you?

Oh, yes. On the leg.

I had to take rabies shots
just in case.

The doctor swears
that his recovery is complete.

He said that in the last 12 hours,
Dreyfus has literally become a new man.

Thank God for that because we need him.

If anyone knows about Clouseau
and who might have murdered him...

that man is former
Chief lnspector Charles Dreyfus.

Isn't it fantastic, Doctor?

Reinstated at my former rank
with no loss of pay or social benefits.

Yes. It could actually be called
a psychic rebirth.

I am in your debt.
I shall be eternally grateful.

I only helped. I led the way.

But in the final analysis,
it was your victory, Charles.

Our victory, Paul.

But only at the expense of another.

Huh? Oh, Clouseau, you mean.

It could be said that he died
so that you might live.

I wish I could feel sorry.

You feel no guilt?

None.

To be honest,
when I first heard he was dead...

there were a few moments...

when I was actually convinced
I was in a state of grace.

Is that wrong?

It isn't a matter of right or wrong.

Look, I hated him.

He literally drove me out of my mind,
as you know.

Isn't it natural that
I should feel happiness, even joy...

at the thought of him being dead,
out of the way and gone forever?

Natural, yes.

But there is a danger
that such feelings might promote guilt.

Clouseau could come back
and haunt you.

- I have no guilt.
- Not now.

Not ever. Clouseau is gone,
and I am free forever.

Now, have a cigar.

Thank you, Charles.

I've made the necessary arrangements
for your release.

The surete is sending a car
for you to be picked up at 5:30.

Remember, you're on probation
for 12 months.

If you have any problems,
call on me immediately.

Thank you, Paul.

Listen to me, Officer.
You are making a serious mistake.

Unless you release me immediately,
I will personally see to it...

that you are transferred to Martinique
where you will spend your career...

writing traffic citations
and checking parking meters.

The man who was killed in that car,
my car, uh, Cato's car, was not me.

He was wearing my clothes, yes.
These are his clothes!

I am Chief lnspector Jacques Clouseau.

Miss or Missus?

You fool! The president himself
when he decorated me said...

"Clouseau, you are a man of courage."

And he called me the greatest detective
in all of France.

Charlatan! Impostor!

All right, calm down, Mr. Poirot.

Poirot?

Yes. Yes.
But you can call me Hercule.

And I am the greatest detective
in all of France...

the greatest in all the world.

That man is obviously crazy.

We do not use that word around here.

- What do you normally use around here?
- Now, now!

He is very now-now,
I can tell you that.

Court order.

I shall need your signature
on the transfer document.

Ninety days comprehensive...
Thank you.

Psychiatric examination.

Peekaboo.

Your car's at the entrance, lnspector.

Good-bye, Chief lnspector Dreyfus.

Good evening, Chief lnspector Dreyfus.

Good evening, Francois.

It's good to have you back on the job,
Chief lnspector.

Is it true that you will personally take
charge of the Clouseau investigation?

Yes.

You must feel torn.
On the one hand, it is your duty...

to send the guilty parties
to the guillotine for killing Clouseau.

On the other hand...

I'm sure you'd rather
congratulate them, eh?

Can you imagine,
a state funeral for that idiot?

The president, dignitaries
from all over the world will be coming.

Why, there's a rumor
the pope might even show up.

Pope?

Pope?

What?

You said pope.
Do you have a cold?

Yes, yes. I have the cold
in the chest, you know.

You sound terrible.
Do you want me to send you a doctor?

No, no. It's much better
than it sounds.

Anyway, I want to go directly
to the Clouseau apartments...

to commence the search
for the clues.

Yes, sir.

This is the Clouseau residence?

Yes.

This is also the residence
of the Clouseau manservant Cato Fong?

Yes.

Then be so good as to tell him...

that I wish to have speaks with him.

Who shall I say wish to have speaks
with Mr. Fong?

Tell him it is an old friend.

Mr. Fong has many old friends.

Listen, you, tell him
it is Chief lnspector...

Clouseau.

Why didn't you say so
in the first place?

Please come in.

Good evening...

and congratulations!

You are our first Caucasian...

and that entitles you
to a 10% discount until midnight.

- Who are you?
- Mrs. Wu. But you can call me Madam.

- Yes?
- Inspector Clouseau.

Please come in.

- Welcome.
- Good evening.

Please, make yourself at home.

That man just called himself
lnspector Clouseau.

It was Mr. Fong's idea...

but personally I think
we should have a better password.

Password?

I demand to know exactly
what is going on in here.

Just about anything
your little heart desires.

But first, why don't you relax?

Give Benson your hat and coat...

have a drink,
get to know the girls...

and then when you are up to it...

you can choose from a wide variety
of exciting little diversions.

But I see that you already have
a preference.

Allow me to introduce Tanya,
the lotus eater.

What else does she do?

I warn you, Tanya, the Easter lotus...

I am opposed
to the women's libs.

Man is the master,
and women's place is in the home.

And another round-eye
bites the dust.

Cato!

Take your hands off me,
you Oriental fool!

You are under arrest.
Anything you say will be taken down...

Arrest? Arrest?

You have the right to remain silent,
but let me tell you this.

I am not your ordinary
run-of-the-mill transvestite.

Say no more!

What was that talk
about arresting us?

- He was just kidding. Weren't you, boss?
- Boss?

I used to work for him.
He used to be a cop.

A cop?

Tell them you were kidding, boss.

Yes, he is right.
I was just kidding.

Cross my heart...

and hope to meet you again sometime.

And you, madame...

and you, too.

You two should be ashamed
of yourselves.

And you! I want to talk to you!

- You come in here! Listen, now.
- Please, boss!

I thought you were dead.

As a tribute to my memory,
you open up...

this Chinese nooky factory!

I had to do something
to keep busy.

Besides, a first-rate joint like this
can make 300,000, 400,000 a year!

- Is that net?
- No, gross.

But even so, a smart operator can
clear himself a couple hundred grand.

And that ain't exactly chicken feed.

And ten years on Devil's lsland ain't
exactly the chicken's feed, either...

my greedy little yellow pimp.

I'll have to close up anyway
now that you're alive.

Yes, yes.

Normally, that is precisely
what you would have to do.

But these are not normal times.

Someone has just tried to kill me.

That's normal.

But this time, that someone thinks
he has succeeded.

Except for you and me,
the whole world believes that I am dead.

And in this case,
death has its advantages.

No one will know it is me...

as I glide through the underworld
like a shadow.

- Good evening, Commissioner.
- Charles!

Thank you.

I'm sorry to be late,
but as you must have heard...

some lunatic was hiding in my closet.

Yes. Russo.

Russo?

You remember.

Why wouldn't I remember?
It was only three years ago.

Of course. Claude Russo,
alias Claudine Russo.

Armed robbery dressed as a woman.

But he got five years.

He was released on parole
three months ago.

So it could have been Russo.

He is clever.

Clever enough to fool Francois?

I like Francois, but fooling him
no longer constitutes...

an act of more than average cleverness,
shall we say?

I always thought
he was rather a good policeman.

When he was my assistant,
he was a very good policeman...

with a bright future.

But then he was assigned to Clouseau.

Now, Charles.

- All that's in the past.
- Yes, of course.

Tomorrow morning...

when they plant him six feet deep
and shovel in the dirt...

I shall be truly free.

Unless he's figured out a way
to come back from the dead...

nothing that anyone does or says about
him will ever make any difference again.

- Shall we do some work?
- That reminds me.

What is it?

The chief thinks
that you should give the eulogy.

- The what?
- The tribute.

Me?

- You knew him intimately.
- I hated him intimately.

But you're the expert who's going
to track down his murderers.

I'm the expert who would love
to kiss his murderers. Understand?

The P.R. people loved the angle.

Sacrilege! I won't do it.

Politics.

No. I'm a good Catholic.

- So is the chief's wife.
- I don't care.

- What's she got to do with it?
- She wrote the speech.

Ladies and gentlemen...

honored guests...

dear friends...

we are gathered here...

to say good-bye to a, uh...

a great man.

Not only was he
a model police officer...

a brilliant detective...

admired and respected
by his fellow officers...

and all those
who were fortunate enough...

enough...

enough to know him...

he was above all else...

a modest man.

His kind will not pass this way again...

and our loss is surely...

heaven's gain.

Present arms!

Fire!

- Get rid of that woman.
- We'll talk about it later.

I want your answer now
or I sue for divorce.

- I'm warning you.
- Are you going to have me killed?

Gentlemen...

you will be relieved to know
that our friend in New York...

was very impressed
by our little demonstration.

It was a good idea, Guy.

The Gannet transaction is on again.

- The same delivery date?
- Unless there is something I don't know.

I spoke to Hong Kong.
They say the Gannet's on schedule.

Good. That means
that this time next week...

we can declare ourselves
a very healthy dividend...

letting our international colleagues
know that the French connection...

is back in business.

I'll be at the farm. I do not want to be
contacted except in extreme emergency.

Meeting adjourned.

Guy, stick around.
I might need you.

Right.

Miss Le Gree, would you come in
for a moment, please?

What's wrong with you?

- We have to stop seeing each other.
- Your wife?

That witch! How long this time?

I'm afraid permanently.

Permanently?

- Permanently?
- Yes.

- She gave me an ultimatum.
- Like you have no choice in the matter.

- I haven't.
- You have to. Get rid of her!

- My own wife?
- Get rid of her. Out! Why can't you?

She's got enough evidence
in her safety deposit box to ruin me.

Her attorney has been told that
if anything accidental happens to her...

to give her box
to the authorities.

- Then get rid of the authorities.
- What do you think I am?

Get rid of her attorney.

- I couldn't afford the scandal.
- I'll show you a scandal.

You know I don't love her.
I need her respectability.

- Permanently?
- Yes!

Six years together, just washed up?
Just over with?

- I'm afraid so. I'm sorry.
- That's just wonderful, isn't it?

You obviously can't go on
being my secretary.

I have deposited a substantial amount
of money in your bank account...

- I don't want your money.
- What do you want?

I don't know what I want.

But I'll think of something!

Leaving early?

Later than you think, Mr. Algo.

Something you want me to do?

Not unless she decides
to be indiscreet.

If you have to, be sure
you make it look like an accident.

Ahoy!

Ahoy, the skipper!

Hello, up there in the fog.

Don't worry.

It's only an old salty
Swedish sea dog...

out there from the salty seas,
you know.

Pumpin' the air in the parrot.

Naughty bird afraid of the fog.

Swine leg.

Hello, lnspector.

Chief lnspector.

I will keep under the covers.
No one must suspect a thing.

What do you have of special interest...

to my secret investigations?

There's something big going down
at Le Club Foot.

Le Club Foot? Remarkable.

Keep your...

Keep your eyes and ears peeled.

Keep in constant contact.

I am extremely grateful
for this excellent piece of information.

Thar she blows!

Once again, I thank you
for this most useful tip.

And if there is anything
I can ever do to repay you...

Now that you mention it,
Chief lnspector...

Sixteen chests
on a dead man's rum.

Yo ho ho in the bottle
of the chest.

Drink to the devils
and some for the rum...

Do it some more.

Yeah, give me some more.

All right.

Come on, yeah Slide it.

Move 'em out.

Move 'em out.

If you mess around with women, boy
You wanna fix the trimmin'

Better listen to me, cousin...

She's coming in now.

- Bonsoir, Vic.
- How you doing, Simone?

Mr. Toledo, Mr. Vancouver.

What's happening?

You can show us to my usual table.

How about something near the floor?
Easier for dancing.

No, thank you.
I want my usual table.

Is something wrong?

It is Mr. Douvier's table,
ain't it, love?

No, it really ain't, love, but if
you're worried about Mr. Douvier...

why don't you give him a call?

I wouldn't want you to get in trouble
with your boss.

- He ain't my boss.
- He ain't?

Then why you paying him
all that money every month?

- That ain't cool, baby.
- You ain't seen nothing yet. Come on.

Where we going?

We don't want to be obvious. We've got
to make our entrance through the back...

in disguise,
as I told you, you fool.

Get up here.

- It's a bakery.
- I know that.

Come on. At least
you're not yellow anymore.

This time I'm going to stand
on your shoulders.

What good would that do?

- Because I'm taller than you, you fool.
- Oh, yeah.

Make a cradle.

Get rid of that.

I can't reach it.

You'll have to find something
to stand on.

All right! Let me see some, baby.
Come on.

Do it, baby.

Let me go!

- Can you reach it?
- Yes.

- Hey, are you okay?
- No.

- You know something? You're terrific.
- What?

You're terrific. You saved my life.
Come with me.

- Where?
- Over here. I want to save your life.

- Let's go. Come on.
- Oh, God.

- Come with me before the killers see us.
- What killers?

- I'll tell you at my apartment.
- What apartment?

My apartment.

Oh, my God!

And mine, too.

I'm soaked to the skin.

Yes, I have received
considerable soak also.

Get out of those wet clothes before
you catch your death of pneumonia.

Yes. What shall I do with my coat?
I don't want to spoil your beautiful...

Just put it down anywhere.
Put it on the floor. That's fine.

Help yourself.

I'm going to change.
I'll bring you a robe.

I'm gonna put on some music.

- You know, it's strange.
- What?

I say, it's strange.

Yes, I know. And I said "what?"

- You mean, what is strange?
- Yes.

It's strange...

that I have never yet
set foot in this building...

but I have the distinct impression
that I have been here before.

It's called deja vu.
I have it all the time.

Yeah, deja vu. Thank you.

You're welcome.

- You okay?
- Yes.

That feels good.

It's not going to do you much good
if you don't take your pants off.

- What?
- Take your pants off.

Forgot about those.

Look at me.

Look at my hands.
I'm shaking like a leaf.

I can't stop shaking.
I know what it is.

You know what it is?
I'm just not used to being killed.

- That's my first time, you know?
- I know, but listen.

When you have been killed as many times
as I have, you get used to it.

- Really?
- Yes, oh, yes.

Yes, indeed. I'll put this here.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- This is for you.
- Yes, of course.

- Then this must be yours.
- Thank you. Cheers.

Yes. Anyway...

- You have nothing to fear.
- Yes, I have.

- No, you don't.
- Yes, I have.

No. You see, I am an officer
of the law.

- The "lew"?
- What?

You said you are an officer
of the "lew"?

That is correct. Yes, yes.
I am Chief Inspector of the surete.

What?

You doubt me.

No, I don't doubt you.
Why should I doubt you?

- That's right. Why should you?
- If you say so, I don't.

Who were those men
who tried to kill you?

- Killers.
- How do you know?

- Because they work for Douvier.
- Douvier? I know that name.

Everyone in France knows that name.
He's a millionaire businessman.

Yes, of course. Douvier the
millionaire businessman. I knew I knew.

But, how many people
do you think know...

that Douvier the millionaire businessman
is also Douvier the French connection?

How many?

I suppose his mother, for one.

Why do you suppose he wanted
to have me killed?

Elementary. He wanted you dead.

- You all right?
- I got singed.

- I'm sorry about your robe.
- That's all right.

Tell me about this Douvier.

I was his mistress and
private secretary for two years.

I know enough about Philippe to send him
to prison for his whole life.

You keep talking about this Douvier.

But who is Philippe?

- Philippe Douvier.
- His son?

Whose son? He has no son.

- His brother then?
- His brother is Fred.

- Then it has to be his father.
- His father's dead.

Now we're getting somewhere.
Who killed him?

- No one. He died of natural causes.
- Then who is this Philippe?

I want to see some identification.
Right now.

Right now.
I want to see some identification.

If you're not a policeman, then I
shouldn't be telling you these things.

- Can you keep a secret?
- I don't know. That depends.

Brace yourself for what
I'm about to tell you.

I am none other...

then Staff lnspector
Jacques Clouseau.

No, you're not.

- Yes, I am.
- No, you're not.

I am.

You're not.

Yes, you are.

Oh, my God!

I admit it's not
a good photograph, but...

But I saw your funeral on television.

Yes. Yes.

Even the pope was there. Cheers.

But if you're not dead, who's dead?

A wandering transvestite
took my car...

and stole my clothes at gunpoint.

I have been working under the covers
tracking the killer.

- The killer's Douvier!
- What?

He wanted to impress the godfather.

What? You mean Douvier killed
a wandering transvestite...

just to impress his godfather?

The man's unthinkable.

The door.

- What's wrong with it?
- I saw the knob turn.

Hurry.

- I wonder whose apartment this is.
- I don't know.

The other one's probably upstairs
waiting in my room.

How do you know there's another one?

Because assassins always travel
in pairs. It's a company rule.

Do you know what
the Gannet Transaction is?

The Gannet Transaction? What is that?

It's a code name for
a 50-million franc heroin sale.

50 million francs?

Philippe's going to Hong Kong on Tuesday
to meet with the American buyer.

Hong Kong.

I don't know how it fits in,
but the Gannet's a boat.

What are you doing?

- I know why this place looks familiar.
- Why?

Chief lnspector Dreyfus lives here.

I think he has received a faint.

Wake up, Chief lnspector.
Wake up.

Chief lnspector?

Hello? Are you in there,
Chief lnspector?

Hello?

There's no reply. It's no use.

We will have to go to Hong Kong
without him.

- We?
- Yes.

You, I and Cato,
who will translate for us.

Not me. I am not going to Hong Kong.

Are you kidding?
Douvier would shoot me on sight.

Not if he doesn't recognize you.
And he won't.

Why not?

We will leave that
up to the great Balls.

The great Balls?

At your service!

Please forgive the condition
of my establishment...

but as the lnspector knows...

- Chief lnspector knows...
- Auguste.

So sorry. I beg your pardon.

But as the Chief lnspector knows,
we were bombed.

Sounds like you still are.

Almost all my collection
was either destroyed or damaged.

Starting Monday,
I have to have a fire sale.

You could call it
"The Great Balls of Fire" sale.

A catchy suggestion.

Very good.

Cunny!

I can't tell you how good it is
to see that you are still alive.

It has been my privilege
to serve the good lnspector...

the Chief lnspector,
for, lo, this many years.

Thirteen, to be precise.

And his reported demise
was a real blow to me.

Something's coming.

Yes, Cunny, you are not dreaming.

Our friend, our customer,
is alive!

Hello, Cunny.

Now, how can I serve you?

Through wind and mud,
snow and hail...

whether long or short,
dark or pale, remember...

that when duty calls...

you've got Balls.

I gotta sit down.

Yes, of course. Cunny! Quick.

Please, please, please.

Come along. That's right.
There you are.

- Sit. Come, come, come. Sit, sit.
- You're not serious.

There has been no time
to get new furniture.

Believe me, since the blast,
he's much more comfortable.

Please sit.

Matter of fact,
I've been sleeping on him.

Chief lnspector?

I'm leaving for Hong Kong
in the morning.

Hong Kong?

Could you pick me up
some cheap coolie hats?

My dear Auguste,
I need your best Hong Kong disguise.

Also, I will need something
extra special in the godfather line.

Doctor, please, you must help me.

Is Clouseau real...

or am I going mad again?

- What do you think?
- What do I think? What can I think?

If that nincompoop is really alive...

and the things I heard are true,
he'll probably be decorated again...

for rounding up
the biggest drug ring in France...

and I'll be a laughingstock.

That sounds reasonable.
What are you going to do?

What choice do I have?

I either commit myself and come back
to be locked up in here...

or...

I go to Hong Kong.

- I don't think I can do this.
- Of course you can.

Just think yellow and follow me.

"Mr. and Mrs. Low Key."

You stupid lunk! What the hell
do you think you're doing?

Absolutely ruined my suit!

Why the hell don't you look
where you're going?

I'm Mr. Algo. When Mr. Scallini arrives,
have me paged in the bar.

Certainly, Mr. Algo.

Who is gonna pay for my suit?

See that man there?

That's Guy Algo,
Philippe's right-hand man.

This Scallini must be Mr. Big
from New York.

Listen, we'll go up to the room.

You stay here ten minutes,
then tell Mr...

- Algo.
- Right, yes. Algo.

That Mr. You-Know-Who has arrived,
and bring him to the room.

- Mr. You-Know-Who?
- Right. I will be Mr. You-Know-Who.

Come, Ming Loy.

You got a reservation for Scallini?

Page Mr. Algo in the bar.
Tell him Mr. Scallini is here.

- What do you think you're doing?
- Mr. Scallini in lobby.

You heard what I said to him?
Dumb Frenchman.

"Cochon."

That means pig.

I tell Mr. Scallini you're here.

- Listen, boss...
- It's not boss. It's me!

Where is he?

In the bathroom getting into
his godfather disguise.

Algo's in the next room. Scallini's
down the hall in the Tang suite.

- Marvelous.
- We rode up in the same elevator.

Maybe I can reach him
before he contacts Philippe.

- What are you going to do?
- I'm not sure. Keep your eye on Algo.

- Ice?
- Please.

- Soda?
- Yes.

I hope it's not too strong.

I'm sure it will be fine.

Hey! Mama Mia.

Spaghettini du AI Pacino!

Carlo, Cato and me got a little business
to talk over.

We won't be long.
Have another drink.

Viva Zapata!

- Where is she?
- I don't know.

Get out...

Hello, Mr. Marchione.

- Hey. Come on in.
- Thank you.

- Thank you very much.
- Can I get you a drink?

No, nothing, thank you.

It's Simone.

You have a good memory.

I never forget a pretty face.

Boss, this is Simone.
That's Douvier's personal...

Secretary. How do you do,
Mr. Scallini?

We never met before.
If we meet before, you call me Julio.

- That's a nice hand.
- Thank you. That's only the right one.

- You type, too.
- 100 words a minute.

I may faint.

Mr. Douvier has asked me to apologize.
He's going to be a little late.

If you like, I'd be happy
to keep you company until he arrives.

If I like?
Does my mother cook spaghetti?

To the Gannet Transaction.

Shall I tell Douvier
we're on our way?

Don't forget the money.

What?

Throat! Back!

Choking!

You want me to hit you on the back.

We're on our way.

- Mr. Douvier will meet us in the lobby.
- Yeah. Great.

- Is that it?
- Yeah.

50 million francs and no bodyguard?

Listen, buddy, I take care of my body,
my body takes care of me.

You know what I'm driving at?

I'll buy some cigarettes, huh?

Yeah, smoke a few. When Douvier shows,
I'll meet you in the lobby.

Right.

Be right with you.

What the hell is going on here?

Lee Kee shipyards.

- Where'd he go?
- I think to Lee Kee shipyards.

My cart!

You see this? I can tell by
your heart line you're a passionate man.

See how long this is?

Keep watching.
It's going to get longer.

- Hello.
- Lee Kee shipyards. Douvier.

It was Douvier!

The doorman heard him tell the driver
to go to the Lee Kee shipyard.

Something is caccuzza around here.

Your boss and a couple boys
just left the hotel.

Really? I wonder why they did that?

You got me.
Why don't we go ask him?

Yes. Okay, I understand.

Douvier left the hotel
about five minutes ago.

He was with two men. He told the driver
to go to the Lee Kee shipyard.

I'm sure it was that nincompoop.

I'm sure Mr. Douvier didn't intend
to be gone very long.

- We'll see.
- It doesn't make much sense.

If you leave,
and then he comes back...

Stop worrying.
You give yourself wrinkles.

What about this Lee Kee shipyard?

Perfectly legitimate
as far as I know.

They build a line of
expensive power cruisers and sailboats.

Maybe Mr. Douvier
is just buying himself a yacht.

Lee Kee shipyards?

Yeah, that's what
the como si chiamare said.

Move it!

Come along!

This is Mr. Chow,
our Far Eastern representative.

- Mr. Scallini.
- It's an honor to meet you.

- You remember Mr. Algo. Shall we go?
- This way, please.

After you launch the boat,
we'll go to Mr. Chow's office.

You can sign the ownership papers.
Everything legal and aboveboard.

Above the board. Good, good.

- Where is it? You know...
- I understood you were told.

No. I was told.
But I'm checking, you know.

- In the keel.
- The old keel ploy. Yes.

All you have to do is sail her
around the Caribbean for a while...

haul her out of the water,
take the midsection out of the keel...

and voila, 40 kilos
of the finest merchandise...

your experts have ever tested.

I'll tell you, it better hell be
the best merchandise...

'cause my experts
certainly have tested some.

- We have faith in our merchandise.
- That's good.

All right. Now, would you like
to launch her?

I would be delighted.

September. A good month for the vintage.

Congratulations!

He must be a cop!
Get him! Get him!

Hey, boss!

Look out, you are an idiot!

What are you doing?

Jesus Christ!

You crumb!

Get back here, you slob!

It's me!

I know!

Wait!

Hey, cancel the artillery!

I don't care! Get out of my way!

- Al, where are you?
- How do I know?

Wherever you are,
this is Chief lnspector Clouseau.

I'm warning you
that if you are not careful...

I will arrest you all
in the name of the law.

You and your bright ideas.
Let me get my hands on you.

Clouseau?

Yes?

- Are you wounded?
- No.

Fortunately I was saved
by the darkness.

So what we need is more light.

Look what you did to my shoes!

Hello, Philippe.

Simone, what the hell
are you doing here?

I'm waiting for the firecrackers
to go off.

- What firecrackers?
- The ones I stuck in your pants.

Hello. I'm sorry I'm late.

I had some important police business
to attend to, you know.

- Everything's all right?
- Yes, absolutely fine.

Allow me to let you in the car.

Please.

- It's beautiful.
- It's rather neat, isn't it?

I call it the Silver Hornet.

Yes.

It's a little overdue for service,
unfortunately.

Perhaps it's better
to leave that there.

It's a beautiful night.
Why don't we walk?

What an excellent idea.

- I'm sorry about that.
- It's quite all right.

You look ravishing tonight.

- Yes, I know that.
- You know that?

I knew that you knew that.

You did? I knew you knew
I knew that.

What made you decide
to become a detective?

It's not something one decides
every day of the week, you know.

But in my case, it began
when my great aunt was kidnapped...

and held for ransom
by an unlicensed Armenian phrenologist.

An Armenian phrenologist?

Yes, you know. A man who reads
the "bimps" on the head.

- The "bimps"?
- What?