All language subtitles for 09 The Pink Panther Son Of The Pink Panther - 1993 English

The Pink Panther Son Of The Pink Panther - 1993 English

- Is the orchestra tuning?
- 15 seconds.

She's good.

Good, huh?

Yes, she's good.

As good as you?

Maybe.

Haha. Better.

She was only showing how good she is.

I know how good she is.

Or she wouldn't be with us.

Now, there's to be no fighting
amongst us. Understood?

Here they come.

I wish you wouldn't smoke.

I should never have ever sent to America.
They've got such appalling habits.

- And nobody smokes in Lugash.
- That's different.

Umm, of course. And there's nothing
wrong with America, Father.

- My mother was American.
- Your mother never smoked.

I'm surprised that you noticed.

She wasn't dead 3 weeks three weeks
before you married that... woman.

You'll be on doubt pleased to know,
I am about to pay the price for that folly.

- So the rumor's true?
- Yes it would seem so.

Yasmin, please, keep it to yourself.

I don't want to alert your Stepmother
until I have proof.

Card.

- Praise Allah someone in this family is lucky.
- Humm.

- Cash this in.
- How did you know I can be trusted?

Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were one
of my bodyguards. It's alright...

What's the going rate on a slap these days?

You're cheap.

Merci Monsieur.

I must apologize for my daughter.
She's a very high spirited girl.

Looks like a distress flare.

- Yasmin, go to your cabin.
- Wait a minute. - Now.

Gentlemen...

- Haven't we met before?
- Not formally.

Now be a nice little
princess and go to sleep.

Hay, Dad.

The safety off your daughter,
depends on two things.

First $100 million discreetly deposited
into a Swiss account.

- No problem.
- Second: You abdicate.

Renounce the throne?
That is impossible.

Then Yasmin will die.

Who will succeed me?

All in good time.

What a shame, I enjoyed your
company at the tables.

And I yours.

Hey, stop. I said stop.

I haven't time to deal with
some bumpkin cop, lose him.

I said stop.

Can you hear me, hay?

I think we lost him.

Yeah.

Look out!

- Are you alright?
- Yes. - No.

- One of my passengers is hurt.
- No wonder, the way you drive your lucky they're not all dead.

- They way I drive? - Yes.
- Could we please settle this at the hospital?

No. I'm Police Commissioner Dreyfus, and
I demand to see your driving license.

As you wish.

Ahh! That felt good.

Now then. Is anyone hurt?

- Yes, in the van.
- My sister is unconscious. - She is?

- She should be taken to the hospital.
- Where is she?

In the van.

- Excuse me, your sister is in his van?
- No. - No it is not my van.

- Look, I'm Commissioner Dreyfus, if you will allow me...
- Excuse me. Just a moment, just a moment.

When.. Excuse me, when I asked you if anyone
was hurt, you replied: Yes, in my van.

No, no, I said: Yes, in the
van, not in my van.

No, no, you did not say: Yes in the van.
Not yes in the van.

- You said: Yes. You do not say: Yes, my van. Not yes the van.
- Look... - You said yes my van, not yes in the van.

- Did you hear what I just said?
- Yes, I heard.

- It's my van.
- Now we're getting somewhere.

- Listen, you imbecile...
- Watch your tongue monsieur, I am an Officer of the "Lour". What?

I said... I know what you said.
I am an Officer of the "Lour".

Please, my sister may be dying.

OK

Please please stand back,
stand back please.

- Have you been hunting?
- Yes. Hunting. Very perceptive.

Who are you?

I am Gendarme Jacques
Gambrelli, 2nd Class.

- Who are you?
- I am...

Your sister is very...

Very unconscious.

- I suspect she has received the "burmp" on the head.
- What.

- A bump.
- What?

Never mind. Come, Franзois.

Yes she requires immediately the
emergency treatment, Mr...? ermm...

- Jones.
- Jones take her quickly to the Nice hospital, Mr. Jones.

And I will phone ahead to arrr
to tell then that your...

Mr. Jones, Mr. Jones please stop. Mr Jones, my hand, my
finger. Mr. Jones, Mr. Jones please stop, Mr. Jones...

There is no time now for you
to show me your credentials...

But I have an idea. You shall drive me,
you shall drive me to the nearest phone...

Sorry we are late, but
we've had a car accident.

- Nothing too serious, I trust?
- We are lucky to be alive.

Please.

Now Chief, listen. Normally investigation of crimes committed
in French territorial waters is your responsibility.

But as this kidnapping is politically
so important to the Government,

The president has ordered me to
personally take charge of the case.

You have to understand, Its not that
he thinks you are less qualified.

- Perhaps he feels after all that I am...
- More qualified.

- So. What are your orders?
- First I want to know everything that is known about the case.

- This is everything we have to date.
- Oh, good.

- Then I'll want your best man to liaison.
- That will be Gambrelli.

I'll study the report tonight, and I'll see
you here in the morning at 9:00 o'clock.

Oh, by the way, there was a
police officer at the accident.

How shall I... he had
an odd way of speaking.

- Mispronouncing words.
- No.

- He crashed his bicycle into our car.
- Doesn't ring a bell.

Perhaps it's not that important.
See you in the morning.

- This for your Highness.
- Yes yes yes.

- Can you get me water now?
- Yes, right away.

- Take your clothes off.
- No.

- Take your clothes off!
- No.

Let go. Get you hands off me.

What about the Cop?
The longer we wait...

He'll probably show up at the hospital.

Arnon.

Try to make it look like an accident.

- What makes you think he will show up?
- Oh just a hunch.

Look.

- It wont be long.
- Why not?

Because something there's something
phoney about Mr. Jones...

and those hunters with
their automatic weapons.

Then Mr. Jones just wanted
to get out of there...

I don't believe he had any intention of
take his sister to the hospital.

It looks like you might be right.

- What is he doing?
- What does it look like he's doing?

- What if he drowns?
- He can't. Not yet.

What am I doing?
I can't swim, help, help.

- What's wrong?
- I can't swim.

Mee Hehe, Neither can I.

- Then why aren't you drowning?
- Because Its easier to stand.

- What?
- Yes!

- Who are you?
- Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli 2nd class.

- Who are you?
- Commissioner Dreyfus. Police.

Come on, Gambrelli. I'll
give you a lift home.

But why would a man in the
van want to kill me?

Maybe it has something to do with the unconscious
girl. You had a good look at her, we didn't you?

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes of starry skies...

Very Poetic.

- Yes, "Lurd" Byron.
- "Lurd".

Thank you for the lift
Commissioner, good night.

Wait here.

- Do you live here alone Gambrelli?
- Oh no, I live with my mother.

- I'd like to meet your mother.
- Why not, everyone wants to meet my mother.

Oh, excuse me mama, this is Police
Commissioner Dreyfus, he wants to meet you.

How do you do, Mrs. Gambrelli?

- I hope it's not too late?
- No no, please, come in Commissioner.

I'm sorry, I'm a bit wet. I'm...

I'm sorry, I'm... I'm a bit wet yes.

- Please have a seat Commissioner.
- Yes thank you.

I am... I am just going
upstairs to change my clothes.

- Do you speak Italian Commissioner?
- No, not really.

- Darling.
- Yes.

Speak Italian.

Si.

Speaking Italian,

Trying to speak Italian,

Speaking Italian...

Speaking Italian,

Speaking Italian,

Now, bring the Commissioner
down one of your robes.

Yes!

Hurry...

Jacque... Hurry hurry up.

He's just like his father.

- Would you care to join me in the kitchen?
- I would indeed.

It's refreshing to hear some
good singing for a change.

Jacques loves opera.

- Are you musically inclined, Madame?
- No.

- Was his father?
- He played the French horn.

That probably accounts for it.

Why did you name him Jacques?

- Why not, Its a perfectly good French name.
- Yes, but you're Italian.

I knew a man once named Jacques.

When he died ten years ago I said:

Thank God, there can never,
never be another one like him.

And then I, I met your son.

So I decided he would be better
of if he never knew.

- You mean his father is...
- Clouseau.

Oh, Commissioner.

Your Highness? Yasmin?

I have a... a little snacky for you.

Under different circumstances
we could have had such fun.

What happened?

Make sure she doesn't get out again.

We need to get you a doctor.

- How are you?
- Terrible.

- No doubt that was a "Burmb".
- A what?

- A bomb.
- A bo..

Oh you rest, Charles.

- How do you know my first name?
- You told me in the ambulance.

Strange, I don't remember.
But I remember you.

You said: My name is Charlie
Dreyfus and I'm going to be a policeman.

I used to say that as a child.
I must have been delirious.

- No, you were very sweet.
- I was?

What's this? What's this?
Something's happened.

- Give it to me!
- Stop it...

Something terrible has happening.

There there...

- Now don't play with it again.
- Thank you nurse.

No no no, you should relax now.

No, I can't... I can't relax.
I, I have to tell him something.

What's his name, your son? Jacques. Listen Jacques,
I'm wanting to tell you, you are in great danger.

- I am?
- Franзois, where is the chief's report? - Ah. Here.

There. You remember the unconscious
girl you saw in the van?

Oh. How could I ever forget her?

"Beauty, too rich for use,
for earth too dear"...

- Jacques loves poetry.
- Yes, I know, I want you to look at this photograph.

My God, but it is she, how did you know?

- A hunch.
- A what?

- A hoonch.
- A hoonch?

- Who is she, what is she doing in the chiefs file?
- She is Princess Yasmin.

A Princess? Kidnapped? Isn't
she beautiful mother?

Not bad for a princess.

Commissioner. At ease Gambrelli. I'm glad
to see that you are not hurt, Madame.

Thank you Chief.

- And I'm particularly happy that you're still with us Commissioner.
- Oh, I'm sure you are.

And I'm particularly happy that you
you assigned me Officer Gambrelli.

Really?

Without him I might not have discovered that the
Princess was being held here in the south of France.

- I will put a general alarm immediately.
- You will do nothing of the kind until I give the word.

In the mean time, Officer Gambrelli's
mother needs a safe place to stay, so...

As I'm going be here a while so
she can have my suite at the hotel.

Oh, but I can't.

But you must, please.

Whatever they need Francis.
Around the clock protection Chief.

God bless you.

Come on.

Get out!

Wait I, I... I just remembered something
that I forgot to say to the Commissioner.

I will bring the car around.

No no no, if it's not much trouble

I'd would prefer that you take my Mother to
the hotel and then come back for me.

You go that way.

Ah! Dirty little man...

Sorry, sorry excuse me I.

- Why don't you just ask for a doctor.
- Don't worry we'll find one.

If you are looking for a
Doctor, I am very good doctor.

See you in Surgery.

Ambulance.

- Yes?
- Are you are a Doctor?

Yes, I am a very good doctor.

- Oh would you mind coming with us, please?
- Oh, It would be a delight.

You are looking as beautiful as ever.

And you still look as elegant and handsome.

We haven't been in this place
here together, how long?

Ten years?

At least.

You emm wanted to see me. Why?

I felt I should lend my support.

That's very considerate of you.

I beleive one of the ransom conditions
is that you abdicate your throne.

Yes.

Will you do that?

It's possible. As long as my
successor is not an Army man.

Well, I'm here if you need me.

I wont forget that.

Obviously he doesn't have
much faith in the military.

Its just his way of saying that
he knows we're sleeping together.

- Do you think that is all that he knows?
- Hmmm.

Or by now, you would be soup for my supper.

- Yes?
- It's the doctor.

Finally. Come in, Doctor.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Why errr, What seems to be the problem?

You have received the
blemish in your arm, eh?

Yes I believe it may require some stitches.

- What do you think?
- Ohh!

Oh yes, I think you need something
to keep you from fainting, yes.

You must take deep breaths, like this.

See? Then you don't faint,
but deep, very, very deep.

- What happened?
- You hyper-ventilated.

I did, where?

- You fainted.
- Oh, yes I know that.

Well, are you going to
stitch up my arm or not?

Of course, of course I am
going to stitch up your...

Up your. But first I must check...

if you are physically fit.

Fit as a fiddle. Very good.

And now...

And now, I must check your reflex.

Reflexes of a fiddle.

Very good. Now...

I have a spare in here somewhere.

This is very good. You know what is this?
Very good.

My dentist uses this.

He pulls my wil.. wisdom tooth.

And I didn't even feel it.

- Novocain.
- No. No, no.

This, his name is Fishburne.

Dr. Marvin Fishburne yes.

I highly recommend him,
if you are in need of.

I seem to have stabbed myself in the cheek.

Now, before I can stitch up your arm...

I must inject it.

Hold still.

Hole hold still.

Very good.

Good.

Now, it's getting very late.

And I think oh...

I get back in... the the
Hospital and surgery.

I am very surgery.

Bye-bye.

On second thought, I am in
no condition to operate.

Its better If I stay here ha, with you.

If you need me, I am here, with you.

I'm here, now just relax...

We've run into a slight complication...

It makes it impractical for
us to stay here any longer.

Yeah, yeah. If all goes well, We should
be in Darfur by tomorrow afternoon.

"But, sof... soft."

"What light through
yonder window breaks?"...

"It is the east, and Juliet is the sun"

Romeo?

Er, no.. Hic.. Jacques.

You know what they say?

No - Yes.

"A rose by any name"...

"Would smell as sweet."

What are you doing here sweetie?

I came to rescue... hic... you you.

- Hold your breath.
- My breath?

- Longer. - I can't.
- Ohhh...

Try again, look.

It's no use.

Well there is one other way dear.

But its a little extreme
but it always works.

- Hello?
- Did I wake you?

No.

- Are you alone?
- No, I am in bed with a beautiful woman.

Do tease, even in fun.

I just spoke to our friend in France. Something's
come up, and he plans to visit uncle Idris.

- So soon?
- Evidently, he had no alternative.

Rumor has it that the King is returning
to the city tomorrow.

Good.

This place is getting a little to
close to Uncle Idris for comfort.

- Will I see you tomorrow?
- Of course good night.

No more hiccups.

Amazing. But how did you discover It?

I was engaged to a football player
when I was in college in the States.

And he always had the hiccups.

Who could blame him.
How about you?

I've never had hiccups.
Oh never?

But if I ever do, I hope you're
somewhere in the neighborhood.

I'll consider it an honor
and a privilege to be of assistance.

- How long have you been a policeman, Officer Gambrelli?
- Oh. Three years next May.

How long have you been
Princess, Your Highness?

- All my life.
- That's a long time to be anything.

Yes.

- Do you like being a cop?
- Yes sometimes. How is it being a princess?

- It's not much fun.
- Oh, the fun is important.

Yes.

What else is important to you?

Oh, errmm singing.

Yes... Oh...

That's terrible.

Yes, and poetry.

Parents of golden dreams, romance oh
speechless Queen of childish joy.

Who lives alone in airy dance.

- That's Byron.
- Yes.

Yes and err and the rain.

And sleeping. And my mother.

- Do you like your mother?
- Yes, very much, yes. And women.

All kinds of women?

All kinds. Especially
dark women with blue eyes...

and full red lips, who smell
like night-blooming jasmine

and taste like warm mango.

Warm mango?

And honey.

- Oh my God.
- Mine too hic...

Playing Doctor?

We're going on a little trip. And I think you'll be much
more comfortable if you sleep throughout the journey.

Touch her and you'll answer to me.

- There'll be nothing left of him when that goes off.
- He's coming out of it.

Lets go.

You're driving too fast.

- Ahh shit.
- Jacques, I was so worried.

The Princess. They have taken the Princess!

- Please, Jacques.
- I have to stop them.

- You see your not supposed to get up.
- I must tell the Commissioner about Uncle Idris.

I will tell the Commissioner about
Uncle Idris? Who is the uncle Idris?

I don't know.

I remember he is someone, that
they were going to Darfur...

to visit Uncle Idris.

- Just keep quiet.
- Uncle Idris.

- Well?
- They said he was in Room 408.

I'll check.

How is he?

It was all I could do to keep
Jacques from getting out of bed...

come down here to tell you about
some one named Uncle Idris.

Idris.

He said he over heard some one
say they were going to Darfur.

Darfur? That's in a small military
republic known as Lugash.

- Charles.
- Yes, Maria.

I'm worried about Jacques.

There, there, if he's anything like his
father, he'll be alright, he'll manage.

But that's the trouble, he's
too much like his father.

That's why I disappeared, came here and
encourage him in music or poetry

but in spite of everything he
was determined to be a policeman.

And to protect you, Charles?

- Soon I must tell him who his father was.
- His father, yes, was an idiot.

I mean.
Yes, but I can't tell him that.

No of course you can't.

Clouseau has always been his hero.

Can you imagine if you longed
to be a great fisherman...

and you suddenly discover that
your father was Captain Ahab.

Come sit here. Tell me...

- You and Clouseau...
- I was very young.

I know but I still don't understand.
You, such a beautiful woman.

We were caught in a snowstorm, I knew we
would freeze to death unless we kept moving.

He said that the Alaskan Indians
keep from freezing to death by making love.

I was young, I wanted to live.

I hope you are not offended?

No. It's just too bad you didn't
have a stationary bicycle

or a rowing machine or something.

- The I would not have had Jacques.
- Exactly, no no.

Of course that would have been a pity.

Tell me, don't you think it's best if
if you told him about his father now?

Rather than have him find
out for himself later on.

Yes, I suppose you're right.

Oh, Chief, you look a bit frazzled.

Why not, Officer Gambrelli
just pushed me out of the window.

Fortunately I held onto the telephone.

And to make matters worse.

Officer Gambrelli wont tell me anything
until he's cleared it with you.

Now you may be in charge of
this case Commissioner...

But I am chief of police here.

And as long as Officer
Gambrelli is on my force...

I expect him to report his condition when asked
without your official permission or blessing!

And I always knew you were
a pompous piss ant pip pip pip pip peeep...

Commissioner.

- Clouseau, my father.
- Yes.

But why didn't you tell me?

For the same reason I did not tell him. I thought
you would both be better off not knowing.

Your father and I weren't in love.

We had a brief encounter in a blizzard.

Why did you pretend my father was a
Italian French horn player.

Well, for one thing it explained
your interest in music.

Actually, Clouseau played the violin.

Not well, but passionately.
He made love the way he played violin.

- Why do you tell me now?
- Because in many ways you are like your father.

Foolhardy, accident prone,
pigheaded, courageous...

Accident prone.

I think it's important that you know about the
things that he depended on to kept him alive.

Also things things that he neglected to pay
attention too that ultimately killed him.

If I must die, I will encounter darkness
as a bride and her guilt in my arms.

- Shakespeare.
- Yes.

Excuse me, but err I felt sure
you would want to be told.

Chief Lazar and the Commissioner
have been taken to intensive care.

- Have you told him?
- Yes.

- Gendarme 2nd class Gambrelli.
- Yes?

It looks like you are in charge now.

Oh yes - No.

Time is running out for the princess.
And apart from myself and Francois...

Obviously Gambrelli is the only one who
can identify the kidnappers.

But Charles he has
so little experience.

His father was a patrolman
and became the...

greatest detective in France
without any experience.

Plus if you're a Clouseau, you
can succeed without it.

- I presume you will now change your name?
- Why?

- You are a Clouseau now.
- Yes but I'm also a Gambrelli it's a good name.

Gambrelli.

You can sing it. Do you
want me to change it?

Might be nice, your
father saved my life.

Clouseau.

Not bad okay...

Francois see to it, that Gendarme
2nd Class Jacques Gambrelli is promoted...

To Detective 1st Class Jacques
Clouseau, Junior.

As quickly as you can, get him
new papers and a passport.

Don't worry Maria, when the kidnappers
hear that a Clouseau is on their trail...

they'll probably surrender without a fight.

Shut up.

Salute.

- Dr. Balls?
- Who wants to know?

Detective Jacques Clouseau,
2nd err 1st Class, Junior.

I spoke with you on the phone earlier...

- Good evening.
- I am Madame balls.

- You do not like him.
- I wouldn't know, I've never met your husband.

- Who said anything about my husband?
- You did you said that I don't look like him.

- I meant your father.
- Well, why didn't you say so, I never met him either.

He is a real Clouseau.

- Detective Clouseau.
- 1st class, Junior.

Naturally, Dr. Auguste Balls
of Nice, at your service.

You must forgive me for having Madame
Balls establish your authenticity.

So many crooks and charlatans these days
would use my talents for I'll gotten gains.

You can't be too careful, now.

- Am I forgiven.
- Yes.

Happy joy to see the son of my oldest,
dearest and deadest friend.

And as I always used to say to him,
Always remember...

If you need a disguise when duty calls,
look no further because you've got balls.

Did you make that up?

No, my genius lies in the
art of transfiguration.

My wife is the Emily Bronte
of the Balls family.

Congratulations. I am a
bit of a poet myself.

You and Marta must get together some time
and err whip up some sonnets.

She also makes the most delicious borscht.

Now specifically, how I can help the...

son of my nearest, dearest
and deadest customer?

I must get into Lugash,
without being recognized.

Say no more.

Marta.

Hello...

Martha, bring me the plans of the
inconspicuous Bedouin beggar, number 2.

Wait here.

Is that why you asked me
to meet you in the park?

So you could attack me like
you used to attacked my father.

Yes, I can honestly say that your
father would have been dead many times.

If it weren't for my surprise attacks keeping
him on his toes, alert to every danger.

So I'm available in case you are considering hiring me
in the same capacity that I once served your father.

Have a fortune cookie.

What does it say?

You will hire an Oriental
family friend. Amazing.

Is plane to Lugash is on schedule.

He will be meet at the air port, and taken to the
hotel where he will be contacted by one our Agents.

We interrupt this broadcast to bring
you an important news flash.

A breaking story out of Nice reveals
that Clouseau may have had a son.

An anonymous phone caller has stated that
Gendarme 2nd Class Jacques Gambrelli...

Was in fact 1st Class Detective Jacques
Clouseau of the Nice Police Force.

Charles, have you seen the
morning paper?

[MAN TALKING ARABIC OVER PA]

[WOMAN TALKING FRENCH OVER PA]

[WOMAN TALKING OVER PA] The white door for immediate
loading and unloading of passengers only, don't park.

He's being met by a French Agent, posing
as a Limo Driver.

- Mr. Gambrelli?
- We, oh me too.

- Mr. Gambrelli.
- Yes.

I have to take you to your hotel room.
There is no need to register.

Just go straight up to the room and wait
for a call from Mr. Wasim.

- Who?
- Mr. Wasim.

This way please.

The son of France's greatest detective.

Undoubtedly a talented police
officer in his own right.

From Nice arrives in Lugash.

It can mean only one thing.

- Will this will change our plans.
- I don't think so.

We have always known that if we were discovered
we risked reprisal from our unstable neighbor.

It may well be that the son of France's greatest
detective can insure us against that discovery.

How he can do that?

By eliminating Uncle Idris or
or least taking credit for it.

For the time being at least make sure that
Detective Clouseau Junior is well protected.

Your Highness, please, put your legs
around my waist.

- In your dreams.
- As you wish.

- No you can't take me down there,
- Here we go.

Geronimo!

Your Highness.

Your highness if you don't stop
maybe I'm going to drop you.

Oh really? I'm your ticket to paradise.

Mr. Gambrellis room.
For you, it's Mr. Wasim.

Thank you.

Hello?

Meet me in Ohmar's
Oasis at 10 o'clock.

I'll be wearing a red carnation...
Argghh...

- Welcome to my home away from home, Your Highness.
- Who are you?

I am Atif Idris Al Sheikh Al Sabah.

You can call me Uncle Idris.

What's wrong with my disguise? Dr. Ball
said it was a totally original creation.

Mr. Gambrelli's room.

It's Commissioner Dreyfus.

Coming.

Hang on pass me the phone.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Where are you?

Hello?

- Yes?
- Hello?

- What happened?
- Hello.

- Yes.
- Oh is that you Commissioner?

Yes I'm sorry to do this, but I want you to
pack your bags and catch the next plane home.

You've become a political, a political hot
potato. The French Government can't protect you.

- But what about the princess?
- Officially she's not your concern any more.

Well maybe not officially, but unofficially
she will always be my concern.

I think I'll go with you anyway.

No Cato, one hot potato is too much.

It is, is it you are...

I hate to make a bother, but would
give for me please your autograph?

What.

- I do not have the pen. Do you have the pen?
- No I do not.

Anyone have a pen?

You write to Wafiyyah.

- Yes, yes but I don't have any paper.
- Not on paper, here.

There?

Yes my girlfriend. Hurry.

Oh, quickly I must finish dance,
Omar he cut off my nipples.

Not this, Not these Gambrelli?

Yes - No, Clouseau.

No. Yes I see your picture.
Very beautiful pics.

- Could this be Omar?
- Oh Omar...

Music, Mufib.

- Where is the princess?
- Not far away from here. I can take you to her.

- But we have not much time.
- Why? What time is it now?

Quarter past three.

My nose.

Excuse me. Thank you...

They're going to kill you, follow me.

Wafiyyah that's him Clouseau.

Pervert.

This way, in the kitchen.

- Come, this way.
- Not until you tell me who you are?

- Colonel Al-Durai, Lugash special services. I'm here to help you rescue the Princess.
- Where is the Princess?

She's being held in a desert hideout about
20 kilometers north-east of Ksar el Kabir.

You didn't tell me it was going
to be like this? I'm ruined.

It's going to be like this, you
will be compensated. Where is your car?

- Over there.
- Everyone, in the car, in the car.

Cato. Cato. Here.

- Where is Gambrelli?
- Hopefully gone to rescue the princess.

- Where are we going?
- To make sure he does.

Get out and see what that sign says.

It says, Ksar el Kabir 175 kilometres.

- Is that where we're going?
- No, that's where I'm going. Bye, Cato.

Get in, Rabbi.

Remember Men, it is a
diplomatic imperative.

Clouseau gets credit for rescuing
the Princess. Good Luck.

- Gentelmen, After you.
- Me? I am not going.

- Me neither.
- In that case Sergeant, take them out and shoot them.

- I changed my mind.
- Save me a seat.

- Excuse me, do you know which way is north?
- Yes.

Get her.

Come with me. There is a way out of here.

- That fine, but she's not going with us.
- Don't be foolish, she is our ticket to escape.

Go ahead shoot me.

Oh I will, unless you can stop me.

Let's see.

Here, you need some help.

- Drop it.
- Hello, sailor.

Drop It...

That felt good.

Come with me, we'll make our escape.

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me.

Plant no roses at my
head, no shade aside the street.

Be the green grass above me with showers
and dewdrops wet.

And if thou wilt remember,
and if thous wilt forget.

That's it, no more Mr. Nice Guy.

Yesterday morning, Princess Yasmin of
Lugash was rescued from her kidnappers...

by Detective Inspector 1st Class
Jacques Clouseau Junior,

the son of France's greatest detective.

As for, Detective 1st Class Inspector Clouseau Junior
the latest medical bulletin has him doing well.

And his doctors expect him to be back
on duty in a matter of a few weeks.

- Sooner.
- Hello!

- You're looking better.
- Darling, Charles and I have something to tell you.

- You're getting married.
- How did you know?

Haha, I know because I am a good detective.

Right, Dad?

What are you doing?

Silly boy.

- Oh dear, forgive me.
- Jacqueline? - I'm sorry I'm late Mama.

- Jacqueline!
- Jacque! Brother.

Sister...

- Mama?
- Charles your head is bleeding.

- Yes you have received a bimp.
- Bimp?

Maria.

Oh Charles, I plan to tell you.
I had twins.

Thank you.

- You must be very proud.
- Thank you... whaa?

Oh your adorable.

That felt good!