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She's good.

Good, huh?

Yes, she's good.

As good as you?

Maybe.

Better.

She was only showing how good she is.

I know how good she is...

or she wouldn't be with us.

There is to be no fighting amongst us.

Understood?

Here they come.

I wish you wouldn't smoke.

We should never have sent you to America.

You picked up such appalling habits there.

And nobody smokes in Lugash.

That's different.

Of course.

There's nothing wrong with America, Father.

My mother was American. You married her.

Your mother never smoked.

I'm surprised you noticed.

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

You'll no doubt be pleased to know...

that I am about to pay the price
for that folly.

Then the rumor is true?

Yes, it would seem so.

But, 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.

Cash this in.

How did you know I can be trusted?

I'm sorry. I thought you were
one of my bodyguards. It's all right.

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

You're cheap.

I must apologize for my daughter.
She is a very high-spirited girl.

It looks like a distress flare.

Yasmin, get in your cabin.

- Wait a minute.
- Now!

Gentlemen.

Haven't we met before?

Not formally.

Now, be a nice little princess...

and go to sleep.

Hi, Dad.

The safety of your daughter
depends on two things.

First, $100 million...

discreetly deposited into a Swiss account.

No problem.

Second, to abdicate.

Renounce the throne?

That is impossible.

Then Yasmin will die.

Who is to succeed me?

All in good time.

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

And I yours.

Stop!

I said stop!

We haven't time to humor
some bumpkin cop.

Lose him.

I said stop!

Hey! Can you hear me?

I think we've lost him.

Yeah.

Look out!

- Are you all right?
- Yes.

No!

One of my passengers is hurt.

No wonder.

The way you drive,
you're lucky they are not all dead.

- The way I drive?
- Yes.

Could we please settle this at the hospital?

No. I'm Police Commissioner Dreyfus.

I demand to see your driver's license.

As you wish.

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, you see...
- No, it is not my van.

Look, I'm Commissioner Dreyfus...

- if you would allow me...
- Excuse me. Just a moment.

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... You did not say,
"Yes, my van," not "Yes, the van."

- Look.
- You said, "Yes, my van," not "Yes, the van."

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

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

Listen, you imbecile...

Watch your tongue, monsieur.
I am an officer of the leau.

What?

- I said...
- I know what you said.

You said you are an officer of the...

leau.

Please. My sister may be dying.

Please. Stand back. Stand back, please.

You've been hunting?

Yes. Hunting.

Very perceptive.

Hello.

Hello.

Who are you?

I am Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli.

Second Class.

- Who are you?
- I am...

Your sister is very...

very unconscious.

Yes. I suspect she has received
the beump on the head.

- What?
- Bump.

- What?
- Never mind. Come, François.

Yes. She requires
immediate emergency treatment, Mr...

- Jones.
- Jones.

Take her quickly
to the Nice hospital, Mr. Jones...

and I will phone ahead...

to tell them that you are...
Mr. Jones, please stop!

Wait! Mr. Jones, my hand, my finger!

There is no time now
to examine your credentials...

and make out the report. But I have an idea.

You shall drive me to the nearest phone...

I'm sorry we are late.
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.

Understand, it is not that he thinks
you are less qualified.

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

What are your orders?

First, I want to know everything
that is known about the case.

- This is everything we have to date.
- Good.

And I want your best man as liaison.

That would be Gambrelli.

I'll study this report tonight.

- I'll see you here in the morning at 9:00.
- Right.

By the way,
there was a police officer at the accident.

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

Mispronouncing words.

Crashed his bicycle into our car.

Doesn't ring a bell.

Perhaps it's not that important.

See you in the morning.

- This way, Your Highness.
- I need water.

- Can you get me water?
- Yes. Right away.

Take your clothes off.

No.

Take your clothes off!

No.

- I'll do it for you.
- Let go of me! Get your hands off me!

You get your...

What about the cop?

The longer we wait...

He would probably show up at the hospital.

...and abdicate the throne?

Are you willing to accede to their demands?

Arnon...

try to make it look like an accident.

What makes you think he will show up?

Oh, just a hunch.

Look.

He won't be long.

Why not?

Because there was something phoney
about Mr. Jones...

and those hunters
with their automatic weapon.

I think Mr. Jones just wanted
to get out of there.

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

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!

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

Neither can I.

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

- What?
- Yes.

Who are you?

Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli.
Second Class.

- Who are you?
- Commissioner Dreyfus. Police.

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

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

Maybe it had something to do
with the unconscious girl.

You had a good look at her. We didn't.

"She walks in beauty, like the night

"Of cloudless climes and starry skies"

Very poetic.

Yes. Leurd Byron.

Leurd?

Thank you for the lift, Commissioner.
Good night.

Wait here.

You live here alone, Gambrelli?

No, I live with my mother.

I would like to meet your mother.

Why not?
Everybody wants to meet my mother.

Excuse me, Ma.

This is Police Commissioner Dreyfus.
He wants to meet you.

How do you do, Mrs. Gambrelli?

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

I'm sorry I'm a bit wet.

I'm sorry...

I'm a bit wet. Yes.

- Please, have a seat, Commissioner.
- Yes.

Thank you.

I am just going upstairs
to change my clothes.

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

- Darling.
- Yes.

Now bring the Commissioner down
one of your robes.

He's just like his father.

Would you care to join me in the kitchen?

I would indeed.

Refreshing to hear
some good singing for a change.

Jacques loves opera.

Are you musically inclined, madame?

- No.
- His father?

He played the French horn.

That probably accounts for it.

Why did you name him Jacques?

Why not?

It's a perfectly good French name.

Yes, but you're Italian.

I knew a man once named Jacques.

When he died 10 years ago, I said:

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

And then I met your son.

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

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

Commissioner?

Your Highness.

Yasmin.

I have a little snack for you.

Under different circumstances...

we could have had such fun.

What happened?

Make sure she doesn't get out of there.

We need to get you a doctor.

Oh, dear. Come, gentlemen, let us begin.

You shouldn't have done that.
Now we're all unsterilized.

How are you?

Terrible.

No doubt it was a beum.

- A what?
- A bomb.

You should rest, Charles.

How do you know my first name?

You told me in the ambulance.

That's strange. I don't remember.

But I remember you.

You said, "My name is Charley Dreyfus...

"and I am 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? Something's happened.

What are you doing?

What are you doing? Give me that bowl.

Give it to me.

Stop it.

Something terrible has happened.

Now, don't play with it again.

Thank you, Nurse.

No, you should relax now.

No, I can't relax.

I have to tell him something.

What's his name, your son?

- Jacques.
- Listen, Jacques.

I wanted to tell you, you are in great danger.

- I am?
- François, where's the Chief's report?

- Here.
- There.

You remember the unconscious girl
you saw in the van?

How could I ever forget?

"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.
But how did you know?

- A hunch.
- A what?

- Heunch.
- A heunch.

Who is she?
What is she doing in the Chief's file?

- She is Princess Yasmin.
- Princess?

Kidnapped? Isn't she beautiful, Mother?

Not bad for a princess.

Commissioner. At ease, Gambrelli.

- I am glad you are not hurt, madame.
- Thank you, Chief.

I'm particularly happy you are still with us,
Commissioner.

I'm sure you are.

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

Really?

Without him, I might have not discovered
the Princess was being held here...

in the South of France.

I'll put out a general alarm immediately.

You will do nothing of the kind
until I give the word.

In the meantime...

Officer Gambrelli's mother
needs a safe place to stay.

As I am going to be here awhile,
she can have my suite at the hotel.

No, but I can't.

But you must, please.

Whatever they need, François.
Round-the-clock protection, Chief.

God bless you.

Get out!

Wait!

I just remembered something
that I forgot to tell the Commissioner.

I will bring the car around.

No, if it's not much trouble, I'd prefer
that you take my mother to the hotel...

and then come back for me.

You go that way.

Why don't we just ask for a doctor?

Don't worry. We'll find one.

Doctor.

If you're looking for a doctor,
I am a very good doctor.

See you in surgery.

Ambulance!

- Excuse me.
- Yes?

- Are you a doctor?
- Yes.

I am a very good doctor.

Would you mind coming with us, please?

Oh, I would be delighted.

You are looking as beautiful as ever.

And you are still the quintessential flatterer.

We haven't been in this place together for...

how long?

Ten years?

At least.

You wanted to see me. Why?

I felt I should lend my support.

That's very considerate of you.

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

Yes.

You'd do that?

It is possible...

as long as my successor
is not an army man.

Well, I'm here if you need me.

I won't forget that.

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

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

You think that's all he knows?

Or by now you would be soup
for my supper.

Yes?

The doctor.

Finally. Come in, Doctor.

Yes. Good evening.

Good evening.

What seems to be the trouble?

You have received the blemish in your arm?

Yes. I believe it may require some stitches.

What do you think?

Oh, yes. I think you need something...

to keep you from fainting.

You must take deep breaths like this.

You see? Then you don't faint. But deep...

very, very deep.

- What happened?
- You hyperventilated.

I did? Where?

- You fainted.
- Yes, I know.

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

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...

I must check your reflex.

Flex as a fiddle.

Very good.

It is in here somewhere...

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

My dentist uses this.

He pulled my...

wisdom tooth and I didn't even feel it.

- Novocaine.
- No, no.

His name is Fishburn.

Dr. Marvin Fishburn.

I highly recommend him...

if you ever need a...

Seems I have stabbed myself...

in the cheek.

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

I must inject it.

Hold still.

Very good.

Good.

Now, okay...

It's getting very late...

and I think...

I get back...

in the hospital in surgery.

I am due in surgery.

Bye-bye.

On second thought...

I am in no condition...

to operate.

It's better if I stay here, huh?

With you.

If you need me, I am here with you.

I am here.

Now, just relax.

If you need me...

We have run into a slight complication...

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

Yes. If all goes well, we should be in Darfur
by tomorrow afternoon.

"But, soft!

"what light through yonder window breaks?

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

- Romeo?
- No, Jacques.

- You know what they say.
- No.

"A rose by any other name..."

"Would smell as sweet."

Yes.

- What are you doing here, sweetie?
- I came to rescue you.

- Hold your breath.
- My breath?

- Longer.
- I can't.

Well, try again. Look...

It's no use.

There is one other way. Okay?

It's 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.
- Don't tease me.

Even in fun.

I just spoke to our friend in France.

Something has 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 too 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 never have hiccups.
- Oh, never?

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

I would consider it an honor and privilege
to be of assistance.

How long have you been a policeman,
Officer Gambrelli?

- Over three years next May.
- Yes?

How long have you been a 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 is not much fun.
- Oh, fun is important.

Yes.

What else is important to you?

- Singing.
- Yes?

- That's terrible.
- Yes.

And poetry.

"Parent of golden dreams, Romance!

"Auspicious queen of childish joys"

"Who lead'st along, in airy dance"

- That's Byron.
- Yes.

- And the rain.
- Yes.

And sleeping. And my mother.

- You like your mother?
- Yes. Very much.

- And women.
- Your kinds of women?

Oh, all kinds.

Especially dark women with blue eyes...

and full red lips...

who smell like night-blooming jasmine...

and taste like a warm mango.

Warm mango?

- And honey.
- Oh, my God.

Mine, too.

Playing doctor?

We're all going on a little trip...

and I think you'll be more comfortable
if you sleep throughout the journey.

Touch her, and you will answer to me.

Easy, easy.

There will be nothing left of him
when that goes off.

He is coming out of it.

Let's go.

You're driving too fast.

Oh, Mother.

Jacques, I was so worried.

- The Princess, they have taken the Princess.
- Please, Jacques.

I have to stop them.

You see? You are not supposed to get up.

I must tell the Commissioner
about Uncle Idris.

I will tell the Commissioner
about Uncle Idris.

- Who is Uncle Idris?
- 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.

- They said he was in Room 408.
- I'll check.

Hello?

How is he?

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

and coming here to tell you
about someone named Uncle Idris.

Idris?

He said he overheard someone say
they were going to Darfur.

Darfur. That's a small military republic
that borders Lugash.

- Charles.
- Yes, Maria?

I'm worried about Jacques.

There, there.

If he's anything like his father,
he'll be all right. He'll manage.

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

That's why I disappeared, came here, and
encouraged him to be a musician or a poet.

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

Can you protect him, 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 discovered
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 the Alaskan Indians
kept 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.

- But then I would not have had Jacques.
- Exactly.

Of course, that would have been a pity.

Tell me.

Don't you think it would be best
if you told him about his father now...

rather than have him
find out for himself later on?

Yes, I suppose you are right.

Yes?

Wow, Chief, you look a bit frazzled.

Why not?

Officer Gambrelli just pushed me
out of the window.

Fortunately, I held on to the telephone.

And to make matters worse...

Officer Gambrelli won't 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 pissant!

Commissioner.

Help!

Clouseau. My father.

Yes.

But why didn't you tell me?

For the same reason I didn't 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 that my father
was an 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 the violin.

But why do you tell me now?

Because in many ways,
you are like your father.

Foolhardy, accident-prone, pig-headed...

courageous, accident-prone...

I think it's important that you learn about
the things he depended on to stay alive.

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

"If I must die,
I will encounter darkness as a bride...

"And hug it in mine arms."

- Shakespeare?
- Yes.

Excuse me.
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 Second Class Gambrelli.
- Yes?

It looks like you are in charge now.

- Yes?
- No.

Time is running out for the Princess.

And apart from myself and François...

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

But he has so little experience.

His father was a patrolman...

and became the greatest detective in France
without any experience.

Trust me. If you are a Clouseau,
you can succeed without it.

I presume you will now change your name?

Why?

You are a Clouseau now.

Yes, but I am also a Gambrelli.
It's a good name.

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

It might be nice. Your father saved my life.

Not bad. Okay.

François, see to it that Gendarme
Second Class Jacques Gambrelli...

is promoted to Detective First Class
Jacques Clouseau, Jr...

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.

- Hello?
- Hello!

- Dr. Balls?
- Who wants to know?

Detective Jacques Clouseau.

Second... First Class, Junior.

I spoke with you on the phone earlier.

- Good evening.
- I am Madame Balls.

You don't look like him.

I wouldn't know.
I've never met your husband.

Who said anything about my husband?

You did. You said I don't look like him.

I meant your father!

Why didn't you say so?
I have never met him, either.

He's a real Clouseau.

- Detective Clouseau.
- First 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...

who would use my talents...

for ill-gotten gains. You can't be too careful.

- Am I forgiven?
- Yes.

Such a 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 Brontë
of the Balls family.

Congratulations.

I am a bit of a poet myself.

You and Marta must get together sometime
and whip up a few sonnets.

She also makes the most delicious borscht.

Now, specifically, how can I help...

the son of my nearest, dearest,
and deadest customer?

I must get into Lugash
without being recognized.

Say no more.

Marta!

Hello.

Bring me the plans
of the inconspicuous Bedouin beggar...

number two.

Wait here.

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

So you could attack me
like you used to attack 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 am available, in case you're 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.

His plane to Lugash is on schedule.

He will be met at the airport...

and taken to the hotel, where
he will be contacted by one of 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 Second Class Jacques Gambrelli
was in fact...

First Class Detective Jacques Clouseau
of the Nice Police Force.

Charles, have you seen the morning paper?

He's being met by a French agent
posing as a limo driver.

Mr. Gambrelli?

- Oui.
- 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 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 can he do that?
- By eliminating Uncle Idris.

Or at least taking credit for it.

For the time being, at least...

make sure that Detective Clouseau, Jr,
is well protected.

Your Highness.

Please, put your legs around my waist.

In your dreams.

As you wish, Your Highness.

What are you doing?

Don't!

- You can't take me down!
- Here we go!

Geronimo!

You let me jump out of that plane
without a parachute!

Your Highness, if you don't stop hitting me,
I'm going to drop you.

Really?

You wouldn't dare.
I am your ticket to paradise.

Mr. Gambrelli's room.

- For you. It's Mr. Wasim.
- Thank you.

Hello?

Meet me at Omar's Oasis at 10:00.

I'll be wearing a red carnation.

Welcome to my home away from home,
Your Highness.

Who are you?

My Muslim name is
Sheikh Latifa Abdullah Idris Al-Sabah...

but you can call me Uncle Idris.

But what is wrong with my disguise?

Dr. Balls said it was
his most original creation.

Mr. Gambrelli's room.

- It's Commissioner Dreyfus.
- Coming.

Pass me the phone. Hello?

Hello?

Wait! Hello!

Hello, Jacques. Where are you?

What's happening?

- 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.

What?

You've become a political hot potato.

The French government can't protect you.

But what about the Princess?

Officially, she is not your concern anymore.

Maybe not officially...

but unofficially,
she will always be my concern.

I think I'll come 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 you give for me, please,
your autograph?

What?

I do not have the pen. Do you have the pen?

Anyone have a pen?

You write, "To Wafiyyah."

Yes, but I don't have any paper.

Not on paper. Here.

- There?
- Yes, for my girlfriend, hurry.

Quickly. I must finish dance
or Omar will cut off my nipples.

What is this?

- Gambrelli?
- Yes.

No, Clouseau.

I see your picture. Very beautiful.

Big smile.

Could this be Omar?

Omar! Hit it, Muffid.

Excuse me.

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?

3:15.

My nose.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

They were going to kill you. Follow me.

Wafiyyah! That's him! Clouseau!

Pervert!

This way. The kitchen.

In here.

Come! This way!

Not until you tell me who you are.

Col. 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 northeast of Ksar El Kebir.

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

I didn't know it would be like this.
You'll be compensated.

- Where is your car?
- Over there.

Everyone, in the car!

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 Kebir...

175 kilometers. Is that where we're going?

No. That is where I'm going.

Bye, Cato.

Get in, Rabbi.

Remember, men...

it is a diplomatic imperative that Clouseau
gets credit for rescuing the Princess.

Good luck.

Gentlemen, after you.

Me? I am not going.

Me, neither.

- In that case, take them out and shoot them.
- I changed my mind.

Save me a seat!

Excuse me.

- Do you know which way is north?
- Yes.

Yussa, get her.

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

That's fine, but she's not going with us.

Don't be foolish. She is our ticket to escape.

Go ahead. Shoot me.

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, liebchen.

- Never!
- We make our escape.

"When I am dead, my dearest

"Sing no sad songs for me

"Plant thou no roses at my head

"Nor shady cypress tree

"Be the green grass above me

"With showers and dewdrops wet

"And if thou wilt, remember

"And if thou wilt, forget"

That's it. No more Mr. Nice Guy.

Yesterday morning,
Princess Yasmin of Lugash...

was rescued from her kidnappers
by Detective Inspector First Class...

Jacques Clouseau, Jr...

the son of France's greatest detective.

As for Detective First Class
Inspector Clouseau, Jr...

the latest medical bulletin has him
doing well...

and his doctor expects him to be back
on duty in a matter of a few weeks.

- Sooner.
- Hello.

- You are looking better.
- Thank you.

Darling, Charles and I
have something to tell you.

- You are getting married.
- How did you know?

I know because I am a great detective.

Right, Dad?

Who was that?

To you.

What are you doing?

You silly boy.

Bouquet. Throw the bouquet.

- Forgive me.
- Jacqueline.

- I'm sorry I'm late, Mama.
- Jacqueline!

- Jacques, brother!
- Sister.

Mama?

Charles, your head is bleeding.

Yes, you have received a beump.

Beump?

Maria.

Charles, I planned to tell you.

I had twins.

Thank you.

You must be very proud.

Thank you.

You are adorable.

That felt good!

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