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One cannot deny, I suppose,
that murder has its uses in society.

But I must say that in the past,

it has been pursued with more
enthusiasm than accuracy.

Explosive devices certainly went off,
but usually in the wrong place...

...at the right time,

or the right place at the wrong time.

Quite suddenly, all this inefficiency
became a thing of the past.

Murders began to be committed
with a sort of unholy precision.

A comprehensive service
was now being offered by

the Assassination Bureau...Limited.

This is from your own paper,
two weeks ago.

There is only one common factor in
these killings: Ruthless efficiency.

No social or political bias,
just murder as a fine art.

"Mesopotamia"?
What the devil does that mean?

Personal Column of The Times, three
weeks before Alderman J.T. Langer

was blown up by
an exploding casket.

Berliner Morgenpost,
two weeks before Count von Kissen

fell down the lift shaft
at the Adlon Hotel.

- Our own paper.
- Good heavens.

One week before the affair
of the exploding Bible.

I believe this is how prospective
clients contact this organization.

Employ me, and you
can have my story.

But that's our paper again.

Find out who placed it.
Get to Small Ads!

Pray, don't bother.
I know who placed it.

- Who?
- I did.

The ad has been answered,
my name and address supplied.

I expect them to get in touch
with me at any moment.

- Splendid. Splendid!
- My lord.

You certainly are the New Woman
incarnate, Miss Winter.

I slipped in unobserved so
Miss Winter would talk freely.

I always talk freely. Who are you?

This is Lord Bostwick,
the owner of our newspaper.

How do you do?

The newspaper business
is a male preserve.

If you are plotting to breach the citadel,
it should be done in privacy. Come.

Sit down. Sit down.

Put you to work in this office,
and they'd all walk out.

But they'd leap
to take you out to dinner.

Why should they ask
me out to dinner?

Because you are a very
attractive young woman.

There can be no sexual equality whilst
women exploit their appearance.

I rigidly avoid it.

Yes, well, this lift will take us
to my office.

- Allow me to offer you a little reviver.
- I touch no spirituous liquor.

I should hope not.
This is a fine Madeira.

I have a partiality for it, just as I have
for adventurous women.

What, then, is your reaction
to my proposal?

That this newspaper should support
you to the full extent of its resources.

It is truly wonderful
to find someone as

liberal as yourself in a position
of power and authority.

Yes, indeed. It's not at all common.

My newspapers are only
a means to an end.

I have a genuine concern
for the political welfare of the world.

You'd be astonished if I told you of the
courts in Europe where I wield power.

Behind the thrones, of course.
I am a retiring man.

It will be an honor to work for you.

I'd like to keep it
a secret between us.

- Why?
- Because, Miss Winter,

if there's truth to what you say, I'd be
a marked man for supporting you.

- I see.
- You'll have to be satisfied,

- with the thin end of the wedge.
- Very well.

I want your employment,
and need your resources behind me.

In that case, sit down and tell me
a little bit about your plan.

I must admit that one
thing intrigues me.

- And what is that?
- Apart from your desire

to prove women's equality with men,
what is your object in contacting

- these organized assassins?
- Surely that's obvious.

I want someone assassinated.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.
- That's all right, lady. I'm used to it.

- Your matches.
- It doesn't matter.

I've lost me eyes, lady,
but I've still got my pride.

Yes, of course.

"Mr. Pemberty's bowler."

Pardon me, madam.
Are you being attended to?

No. I've come to collect
Mr. Pemberty's bowler.

- Mr. Pemberty's?
- Yes.

Very hard-wearing felt, madam,
from Mesopotamia.

I am sure Mr. Pemberty
will be pleased with it.

Oh, I'm sure he will.

If you would care to take it,
we will deliver it for you.

This way, madam.

Just through here, madam.

I must apologize for the lack
of amenities,

but we don't usually cater
for lady customers.

However, the journey
will not take long.

Whoa.

Back. Back.

Whoa.

This way, madam.

These cloak-and-dagger precautions
are an unfortunate necessity.

We try and keep them
to a minimum.

Forgive me. A test for our customers.
We're not used to dealing with ladies.

- Evidently.
- An interesting reaction.

Men come on gruesome business,
yet without exception

they are frightened out of their wits
by a whiff of gunpowder.

You seem to be made of sterner stuff.
Will you please be seated?

Miss Winter, you are not married.

You have, as far as we can ascertain,
no romantic associations.

Whom, other than a husband or lover,
could a young lady wish to kill?

- You know a lot about me.
- Naturally, or you'd not be here.

At least may I know
whom I am addressing?

Certainly. I am lvan Dragomiloff.
Oh, don't be put off by the name.

My father's Russian sentimentality
has been counteracted by

- an English public school education.
- Are you head of this organization?

- Certainly.
- You look extremely young.

Oh, don't let that worry you.
I was born and bred for the job.

- That's terrible.
- It's not terrible.

My father brought me up
to continue his life work.

It's natural for a son to inherit
the family business.

Business? You're murderers.

Our proper title is
the Assassination Bureau, Limited.

- Our dividends are quite substantial.
- You admit you take life for money.

Money is life, don't you agree?
The lack of it has killed more people

one way or another than
100 Assassination Bureaus.

Human life is possibly the most
expendable commodity we possess.

It's so easily replaced,
and so pleasurably.

This is fantastic.
You're a monster.

No. My father only saw to it that I was
educated in the logic of my profession.

- He was somewhat of a philosopher.
- I'm not interested in him.

- May we get down to business?
- Certainly. Please be seated.

Very well, then.
What about your fees?

Oh, we have a sliding scale, according
to the importance of the victim.

Quality is always worth paying for.
We have very high overheads.

Since taking over, I have tried
to completely modernize our methods.

This, after all, is the age of science.

Take, for instance, this little bomb.

We've just issued it
to all our branches.

It can be timed to go off
at any hour one chooses.

And its tick is no louder
than a normal clock.

Switched off, it's as harmless
as your pocket watch...

...unless you drop it, of course.
Miss Winter, please don't be shy.

Confide in me as you would
in a doctor or a priest.

Whom do you wish to kill?

You will undertake this assignment,
Mr. Dragomiloff?

I shall want justification.
Of what sins is he guilty?

Pride.

- Avarice.
- Oh, dear, dear.

And murder.

He seems a suitable candidate.

You guarantee that he will be killed?

You have my word.

The name, please.

Very well, then. His name is...

...lvan Dragomiloff.

I shall need further identification.

He is of Russian extraction,
though educated in England.

Physical characteristics?

Approximately your size,
weight and age.

I was born in the province of Valenko.
Where was your man born?

In the province of Valenko.

I am compelled to believe
that you mean me.

I do.

You puzzle me, Miss Winter.

We've never met, yet you want my life.
Why? Why?

Because of my organization?

Because you believe "kill me,
kill my bureau." Is that it? Is that it?!

What an absolutely marvelous idea.

It was not intended to amuse you.

But it does. It intrigues me too.

It will let me put my aging colleagues
on their mettle. Wonderful.

Since you'll enjoy it, perhaps you'd
give me a bargain price?

There's one matter upon which my
board never compromise, on finance.

Without self-flattery,
you'll never afford me.

Name your price.

Well, I'm not my father, of course,

but in all due honesty I couldn't put
myself in at a penny less than...

...20,000 pounds.

- What a pity.
- I accept.

- You do?
- You will no doubt wish to count it.

But you will find each bundle
contains a thousand pounds.

I trust your board
will be quite satisfied.

- Good evening, gentlemen.
- Good evening.

- Popescu, good job in Zagreb.
- Thank you.

Gentlemen.

General von Pinck. Military life
certainly keeps you fit, sir.

Lucoville, welcome to London.
You too, my dear Weiss.

Cesare, you're putting on weight.

Food is the greatest
pleasure in my life.

Greatest? They tell me your wife
is the most beautiful woman in Venice.

She is also the best cook.

And now, gentlemen,
to business, please.

It is fortunate that you're all
in London for this meeting.

Something has come up
which has... How shall I put it?

Crystallized thoughts I've had
for some time past.

Look at the great deeds recorded
on these walls, gentlemen,

each one performed in the course
of bettering the world,

purging it of evil,
striking down tyranny.

In those days, you were all ruled by
my father's principle that our bureau

would never kill anyone without
a sound moral reason for doing so.

He was a saintly man.

Do you still adhere to his principles?

Consider a moment. Be honest.
Haven't we, in the pursuit of profit,

fallen short of the high morals
upon which our bureau was founded?

It's always possible to find a good
moral reason for killing anybody.

Everybody, from some point
of view, deserves death.

Man is born to die.

No operation that
consistently shows a profit

can do so without answering
a legitimate demand.

You say that we are justified
by the prosperity

our operations have brought us all.

You, Lucoville,
with your string of hotels.

You, general, with your
estates and castles.

You, Weiss, with your
Swiss banking syndicates,

and you Spado, with your
fake antiques. And you...

Oh, dear, we seem to have started our
meeting without our vice chairman.

Does anybody know...?

Lord Bostwick, my apologies.
We started without you.

Forgive me. A fallen horse in Piccadilly
caused a terrible congestion.

How the traffic will flow
when it is all motorized.

Please, proceed, Mr. Chairman.

Thank you, my lord. I wish to put
a commission before you.

It is an assignment I welcome
and have accepted on your behalf.

To the commission of
Miss Sonya Winter for 20,000 pounds,

the assassination of lvan Dragomiloff,
your chairman.

Miss Winter has put into my hands
the very weapon I need.

With all respect, I no longer
see in you the idealism

without which we are no more
than murderers.

Murderers! We are assassins!

I aim to put you to the test.
I believe Miss Winter has shown us

the way to rekindle the torch
we once held so high.

We won't stand for it.

It's really quite simple.

Under our constitution
we have the right

to accept commissions on behalf of all.
I have accepted this one.

But what does it mean?

It means, my friends,
that you must kill me,

or I will kill you.

Kill us?

Yes, gentlemen, kill you.

Not to put too fine a point on it,
I consider you all expendable.

Taking the honorable course,
I challenge you to this duel.

Yes, but supposing, my dear young
friend, that we succeed in killing you?

Then you, Lord Bostwick,
whom I appoint as neutral referee

in this game, will, as vice chairman,
take over my position,

pending the election
of my successor.

I repeat, gentlemen.
The commission has been accepted.

We must now settle a moment
to begin this little adventure.

We must give you time
to return home.

Some of your journeys
will be longer than others.

Let us say that 24 hours from now
we shall be considered at hazard.

Lord Bostwick, we'd better
synchronize our watches.

7:30.

Gentlemen, 24 hours from the striking
of this gavel, we shall be at hazard.

From tomorrow then,
at precisely 7:30 p.m.

Hardly the act of a gentleman.

But one should always
applaud initiative.

Good night to you, gentlemen,
and good luck.

We must go after him. This ridiculous
nonsense must be stopped.

The motion has been accepted.
Discipline must be observed.

Why should we accept it?
We've given our lives for the Bureau.

- Not yet.
- Gentlemen,

it's not a moneymaking proposition.

As acting chairman,
I call you to order.

Gentlemen, we have all been very loyal
to the memory of our dear founder,

but let us be honest with ourselves.

I think we have all felt that seniority
should have counted for something

when the succession was decided.

He should not have
come in at the top.

- His father trained the boy well.
- Of course.

Please do not misunderstand me,
gentlemen.

I'm merely suggesting that it is
in everybody's interest

to go along with our young
chairman's sporting proposition.

In fact, I feel it is my duty as referee
to stimulate your enthusiasm.

In addition to Miss Winter's fee,
I offer a prize of 10,000 pounds

to whichever member accomplishes
her commission.

A very sporting gesture, my lord.

No, no, no, no.

Our young chairman deserves
all the credit.

He conceived this great adventure.
He is certainly a sportsman.

Isn't he handsome.

Really.

Good morning.

Shall we take a little walk
in the park, Miss Winter?

Mr. Dragomiloff.

Oh, forgive the disguise.
Thanks to you, I'm a marked man.

My bureau accepted
your commission.

Well, really.

The Albert Memorial?

It was an agreed rendezvous.

It was glorious in
the park this morning.

- Well, when are you leaving?
- Leaving?

Miss Winter, have you forgotten
so soon that you're a journalist?

- What more can I do?
- Follow Dragomiloff.

Report on his execution.

It's the greatest story of the decade,
and covered by a woman.

- Isn't that what you wanted?
- Of course.

My secretary will take care
of everything. Money, tickets...

But I suppose you don't
know where he'll go.

Well, he did tell me quite
a lot about the Bureau,

where it operates and everything.

- We walked by the Serpentine.
- Miss Winter,

you do want to go
on with the story?

I've invested a lot of money in it.

Oh, most certainly. I shall have the
greatest pleasure in reporting his...

- Whatever happens to him.
- Splendid.

Now, remember, you are to wire me
personally about all his movements.

Now, to where shall
we buy you a ticket?

To Paris.

Shocking.

Disgusting.

It's disgraceful. It's a scandal.

Oh! It's an outrage.
What has happened to my Paris?

It has become a sink of iniquity.
A sewer. A den of vice.

- The tourists expect it, my dear.
- Oh, nonsense!

The whole civilized world
is shocked by it.

Nobody knows that better than you,
Henri. Oh, yes, my dear.

You are one of the few
senators of the republic

who have dared to
stand out against evil.

I suppose it was my duty.

Oh, I respect you for it.
Though sometimes I must confess,

- I fear for you.
- Fear for me?

To oppose this underworld of vice
may endanger your very life.

Well, it was your idea.

Somebody had to speak out.
As I've always said,

if you want something done,
do it yourself.

Well, my dear, I must be
off to the senate.

We've a sitting that may
go on most of the night.

The women of France will never forget
what you're doing for them, Henri.

I hope not. Good night.

- Anything to report?
- There's not a sign of him.

Everyone has been shown
his photo.

Watch carefully. He's a devil.

- Good evening, Monsieur Lucoville.
- Good evening.

- How is business?
- Up a little on last week.

And how is the new
cheap champagne going?

We serve it after midnight, same price,
and nobody notices.

Excellent. You have been warned
to look out for a certain man.

I have his picture here.

- He will not pass.
- Excellent.

I am informed that one
may find here

the most suitable
arrangements for the night.

Monsieur le Comte de...
Certainly, Your Excellency.

We shall arrange for you
something special.

Good evening.

Just one moment.

My dear count, it's a pleasure
to welcome you to our house.

- Well, madame, I am incognito.
- But of course.

You will be one of our best-known
unknown visitors. This way.

Phillippe, champagne
in the Swan Room at once.

Absolutely hopeless.
This one has knock-knees

and this one has the most frightful
hangdog look about her.

And as for this one,

I seem to remember her at least
five years ago in le Sphinx.

I demand something different,
something fresh.

But Your Excellency has seen
the most beautiful girls in the house!

Damn it! Damn it!
I demand to see the director.

But he does not concern himself
with the customers, Excellency.

He will concern himself
with me, madame.

You tell Monsieur Lucoville
to come here now!

And get these creatures out of here!

Of course, Excellency. Spank to your
pleasure, Your Excellency, Your Honor.

Oh! Allez, vite!

Good evening. I was recommended
to you by Lord Bostwick.

Lord Bostwick?
Yes, he's a very old customer.

He knows we like to cater
for the English taste.

Nothing I can do will
please the gentleman.

Nothing you can do. I don't wonder.
Let someone else try.

Surely this is a place
of assignation?

It is certainly not a convent.
Just stay here. I'll tell madame.

How very interesting.

I must make some notes.

The count wants something different.

- Excuse me. There is a new girl.
- No, not now.

That's the most exciting
creature in the place!

But she looks completely innocent.

Yes, exactly.

- I am the patron, mademoiselle.
- How do you do?

Come this way, please.

I wonder if I might ask
you one or two questions.

Don't worry, chérie, he doesn't
want anyone experienced.

Entrez.

Your Excellency,
it is an honor to meet you.

I have found you
something entirely fresh.

What delightful surprises you
have up your sleeve, patron.

In there. In there.

For the exceptional customer,
there is always something...

How shall I say... special.

Special, yes. The room is to
your satisfaction, Excellency?

They have sent you champagne.
It's on the house, of course.

Oui, oui, oui, oui.

Where is that girl?

Where are you?

Tell me. Are all the rooms
decorated in this fashion?

What are you doing, girl? The count
doesn't want to be kept waiting.

Get your clothes off.

Dear, dear chairman, is this fair?

- I am unarmed.
- Of course.

You see, you're slack
as well as degenerate.

I really must apologize...

It's you.

Pierre. Gaston. In there.

What's a girl like
you doing here?

- I thought it was a hotel.
- Break down the door.

- Let's get out of the window.
- You stay here.

You can't leave me
in a place like this.

- Your bed, Miss Winter. You lie on it.
- Shoot off the lock.

All right. Come on.

Let's cut through here.

No, perhaps not.

It's a raid. It's a raid.
It's a raid.

My God, it's a raid!
A raid, patron.

- Don't panic, gentlemen!
- What's the meaning of this intrusion?

A madman has seized
one of my girls against her will.

- Impossible.
- Carry on, gentlemen!

The emergency will soon be over.

Jacques, champagne on the house
for our guests!

Search the whole place!

Oh, Mallon, my dear fellow,
how nice to see you. Au revoir.

We must go in somewhere.

I begin to suspect you're
protecting my virtue.

I'm afraid it will have to
look after itself.

You're too beautiful, chérie.
I dare not look at you.

No! No! I can wait no longer!

Quick! The stairs.

No! Don't shoot the customers!

In there, patron.

Now we have him trapped.
Shoot the lock.

It's no use, patron.
He's bolted the door.

Very well. We'll smoke him out.

- You've got us into a pretty pickle.
- I have?

- You're not here at my invitation.
- Well, how do we get out?

All problems are capable
of solution.

Keep your guns ready.

Gas.

A laundry chute.
I told you there's always a solution.

- It is exceedingly small.
- Fortunately, I am not too fat,

and you are positively skinny.

- Skinny.
- Come along.

We've got a little while.
Get on the floor, please.

- I beg your pardon!
- Gas.

It's lighter than air.
It fills the room from the ceiling...

...downwards.

- It won't take long.
- Long enough.

This commodious bag of yours

wouldn't by any chance contain
such a thing as a first-aid kit, would it?

Do not arrest anyone wearing
the Légion d'Honneur!

Surely you do not wish to harm
that innocent young lady.

Come out and face the music.

When they burst the door open,
they'll strike these matches alight.

The room will become a bomb.

- Now, Miss Winter,
- Yes.

I thought I told you to keep close
to the floor!

- Yes, I will...
- Miss Winter?

Inspector, we have nothing to hide.

I assure you that this is a perfectly
respectable hotel.

En avant!

Now, open the door, lvan.

We might even make a bargain.

If I was to become vice chairman...

He's drawing the bolts!

I knew you'd see reason, lvan.

I can't manage the lock.

It's the gas! The gas!

We'll have to break in.

Quick, quick!
Break open the door!

No, no, no!
Out of the way!

I always say, if you want something
done, you've got to do it yourself.

Stand back!
Champagne on the house!

Come on, you.
No use hiding in here.

Been at the bottle?

Put her in the wagon
with the others.

Let me go, please!
Let me go!

I am a British citizen!

I demand to see
the British ambassador!

- Good morning.
- Good God.

May I come in?
Thanks to those ridiculous policemen,

I nearly missed the train.

I thought I'd given you the slip.

Thank you, it was
most considerate.

There was a first-class ticket
to Zurich in the pocket.

An oversight.

Miss Winter, our rules do not allow
our clients to supervise

the execution of their commissions.

Oh, I'm not doing that.

I'm just covering the story
in the course of my profession.

Our records didn't show
you were a journalist.

Well, this is my first assignment.

Which newspaper
are you writing for?

For the Daily...

For the Daily Press, at large.

Women are not yet accepted
in journalism.

But when I have this story,
anyone will employ me.

It will strike a great blow for women.

Well, Miss Winter...

...if anybody is to write the story
of this epic adventure,

- it is only right that it should be you.
- Thank you.

And since you're to be my constant
shadow, I suppose I'd better feed you.

Shall we adjourn to the dining car
for luncheon?

But how can I accept
your point of view?

To take life is
the ultimate wrong.

- It's basic to all civilized ethics.
- Really.

You accept the gallows,
guillotine and the gas chamber.

And not to mention the field of battle.

- Brandy?
- No, thank you. I never touch spirits.

Pity. Taken in moderation,
it can greatly clarify the mind.

Thank you. My mind is perfectly clear
on one topic concerning us:

All killing is wrong.

- And yet you commissioned mine.
- That was quite different.

You don't go into
a butcher to buy a steak

and question his morality
in killing the cow.

Really, you're impossible.
I shall return to my carriage.

- Shall I accompany you?
- No, thank you.

I'm sure you are the one
in need of the brandy.

- Cognac, monsieur?
- Please.

Thank you.

- Excellent, an '88.
- Anything further, sir?

- Just a cigar, thank you.
- A cigar.

That'll be all, thank you.

Not quite all, lvan.

Popescu?

What a marvelous makeup.

You know, these new
Leichner waxes are fantastic!

Thank you, lvan. And now
there is much sadness in the world,

and there must be a little more.

Won't you at least permit me
to finish my brandy and cigar?

The drink certainly,
the cigar will take too long.

The kitchen staff won't
stay locked in the galley forever.

While you were enjoying yourself
in Paris, lvan,

I was preparing this operation.

You will admit it has
the merit of surprise.

What's this?

"Popescu...
Romanian businessman...

"...falls from Paris-Zurich express..."
Et cetera...

"...burns on body"?

What did that young devil
do to him?

The toast is absent friends.

Lucoville was a fool.

Any business with women
is bad business.

But Popescu will be a great loss.

Does your agent report
where our chairman is now?

Not yet. But she is
a very able young woman,

and I'm sure that we shall hear
something quite soon.

That idiot in Liechtenstein!

His talent lay in company fraud.

Certainly not in handling explosives.

Things are not going well, Muntzov.

I want this matter finished quickly.

Political tension is growing in Europe.
The Bureau is the instrument I need.

Weiss understands the value
of money.

I'm sure we can rely on
Swiss efficiency in Zurich.

Suspect everyone!

Do you understand? Everyone.

The man is a master of disguises.
Better to be safe than sorry.

- If we spot him, what do we do?
- I told you.

Ring the bell to my office.
But on no account

wink an eyelid even.
Otherwise, you are a dead man.

Right. Go to your places, everyone!

Open the doors!

Is this where they keep the money?

Well, yes, mein Herr.

What...? What did you require?

The mountains are full of thieves.
Nothing is safe.

Bad luck, lvan!
You don't fool me with this, my boy.

In Switzerland we are efficient, yes?

What are you doing?
My box! Take care of my box!

The box.

Of course. The box.

- Throw it out into the street.
- What?

Throw it out before it goes off.

The game is up, lvan.

Come back! Come back!
My box! My savings!

Stop it, lvan.

The game is up.

Das geht zu weit.

I never know if I can trust you.

Dear, you know I might be
recognized anywhere.

Simply hand it in for the attention
of the director.

- That's all.
- Very well.

- You're a villain.
- I beg you...

Thief! Give me my money.

They told me you would look
after my money.

What do you do?
You throw it in the gutter!

I want my money!
Give it to me!

Excuse me.

- Yes, mademoiselle.
- I have something for the director.

What? What is it?

Well, she has something
for the director.

Half-wit. Idiot!

My apologies, mademoiselle.

Take it, man.
Put it in my office!

A terrible misunderstanding,
mein Herr.

Get away!

What are you all standing here for?
Get back to work!

All of you!
Get back to work.

What exactly was in that case?

Purely technical details. They belong
to our research department.

We have some very brilliant scientists
working for us.

When they make a discovery, they
deposit their secrets in a safe place.

I think they'll be pleased
with the result.

There is no one in the army
to match you, Herr General.

- Congratulations, Herr General.
- Congratulate him.

It is not a disgrace to be beaten
by the ex-champion of Germany.

You will bear the scars of
your general's saber.

Carry them with honor, lieutenant.

What is the army coming to?

- Take him away and stitch him up!
- A visitor, Herr General.

Lord Bostwick.

General, I'm glad you're keeping
your hand in.

I'm just from Essen.
Alfred Krupp sends his regards.

- Can we talk privately?
- Leave us.

- You've heard the news from Zurich?
- So much for the efficient Swiss.

Ja, ja. Always one must be alert.
And to be alert, you must be fit.

En garde!

Absent friends.

For heaven's sake, stop it, Muntzov!

I've a good mind to send you
back to Petrograd.

No, no, we don't want
to risk any more of us.

Well, this fooling
has got to stop.

What good is the Bureau
with its best members gone?

The cream still remains.

Prove it, general, in Vienna.

Our young chairman
is on his way there now.

- We have no one in Vienna.
- Send someone.

It will be arranged.

To poor lvan.

Drunken idiot. Young Dragomiloff
is worth ten of you.

What a tragedy that he lacks
the vision to go along with me.

His whole romantic notion
on moral killing is out-of-date.

If only he could realize
that our organization

is the most lethal instrument
of power ever conceived.

The Assassination Bureau is
a political weapon or it is nothing.

Properly used, as I can use it,

it could bring down governments,
dynasties and empires.

I could rule the destiny of Europe.

Great things are afoot.

Sell everything you possess, my
friends, and buy shares in armaments.

Krupp, Skoda, Vickers-Armstrong.
Take your pick.

Europe is already in ferment!

- Good morning, Miss Winter.
- Good morning.

- You evidently sleep well in Vienna.
- A luxury I appreciate.

Our bureau hasn't a branch here.
A day off is a pleasant prospect.

Are you impressed with the
emperor's forces? Thank you.

How ridiculous men are. All this
dressing up and rattling of sabers.

Who's that barbarous gentleman
taking the salute?

Prince Ferdinand of Ruthenia.
He's Austria's Balkan puppet.

He's here in Vienna to be impressed
by his master's military might.

When will we learn that force
is meaningless?

Never. After all,
you're paying to have me killed

because you believe
that you are right and I am wrong.

It's nothing personal.
It's just that...

Oh, my God!

Die, Ruthenian dogs,
long live Carpathia!

Long live Carpathia!

Thank you, Miss Winter.

- I... I thought...
- That the bullet was meant for me.

Sadly, I have no monopoly
in the assassination business.

- Now, I insist you have a brandy.
- No, thank you, I...

Your mind needs clarifying.
You're paying to have me killed,

yet when you think I might be,
you try to save me.

A revelation comparable
with Saint Paul's at Tarsus.

Surely that calls for a celebration.

I'm quite out of breath.

- You're a very good dancer.
- Of course.

My father liked me
to excel... in everything.

Your father. You know something,
I don't think you've really grown up.

- I was born old.
- Well, maybe that's the trouble.

Now, while we're in Vienna,
there's a certain Professor Freud...

Don't mention that name.

To meddle with my basic instincts
would be professional suicide.

That's what I had in mind.

- I like it here.
- Good.

You wait till you taste the Blutwurst.
Where's that waiter got to?

Get me his apron.
Put the bomb inside the sausage.

Quickly, man, and be careful.
Mind the knife!

The slightest touch of metal
will set it off.

Drink to the days
The days going by

Some day we'll meet again

Remember me till then

While we're young
While we're young

There are songs to be sung

And a pledge that's warm and gay

"I promise to
Remember you

"The way you are today"

While we're young
While we're young

There are songs to be sung

And a pledge that's warm and gay

Excellencies.

The Archduke Ferdinand of Ruthenia
has decided to visit this establishment.

It is an honor, Excellency.

His Highness wants
some relaxation.

We were against it,
after this morning's incident.

You must see that everything
is in order.

Of course. This is a most
respectable establishment.

I hope not. I told you,
he wanted some relaxation.

Now, leave it to me and get out!

Lift up your glass on high

Drink to the days
The days going by

Some day we'll meet again

Remember me till then

While we're young
While we're young

There are songs to be sung

And a pledge that's warm and gay

"I promise to
Remember you

"The way you are today"

While we're young
While we're young

There are songs to be sung

And a pledge that's warm and gay

"I promise to
Remember you

"The way you are today"

- The Blutwurst.
- Here we are, mein Herr,

the riesen Blutwurst,
the greatest delicacy in all Vienna.

The pigs for the Blutwurst are bred
here in our Vienna woods.

They were slaughtered
only this morning.

The blood must be quite fresh.
Yes, yes.

In Vienna we have the best
of everything.

Enjoy yourselves.

And drink it down, down
Down, down, down

Down, down, down
Down, down

Lift up your glass on high

Drink to the days
The days gone by

Waiter!

Some day we'll meet again

Remember me till then

Lift up your glass on high

A sausage! But what did I say?
This is indeed a place of fun!

Excellency, apologies. Allow me.

No, no, no. Put it on the table.

The Blutwurst is my favorite dish.

Bring me a knife.

- Come on!
- But why? Why are we going?

You're acting completely like a lunatic!
It was just warming up in there.

Evidently.

- That poor man.
- Archduke Ferdie?

Waste no tears on him.
A petty tyrant, if ever there was one.

An historic event. You should
make an excellent journalist.

You're always on the spot.

- But that bomb was meant for you.
- Precisely.

I thought you said the Bureau
had no one here in Vienna.

They sent someone.

I wonder how they knew I was here.

Perhaps you've been followed.

- Indeed. I have, my dear. By you.
- Me?

At Lord Bostwick's command,
no doubt.

How did you know?
He said not to say...

He also didn't tell you he's
vice chairman of our bureau.

Lord Bostwick?

- I can't believe it.
- A man of many parts.

- He's a villain.
- Well, he'll hear no more from you.

On the contrary. I intend to
keep him fully informed.

You what?

I want to know exactly why
he wants control of the Bureau.

I shall wire him at once
you're on your way to Venice.

Can't you make any more
of it than this?

- There's nothing but facts!
- We mustn't inflame the situation.

Ruthenia and Carpathia are puppets!
Russia and Austria pull the strings.

So punch in some big headlines:

"Russia Warns Austria"!
"Austria Warns Russia"!

"The Kaiser Summons
his General Staff"!

You have private sources
of information?

Of course. So get on with it, man.

We're running a newspaper.
Give them news!

This is a stroke of luck, Muntzov.

Ferdinand's death is the spark
I needed. Cheer up.

To a Russian,
death is a serious matter.

- Life is no joke, either.
- But time is running out.

I've got my new members picked.

But I need the Bureau
in my hands now.

We must make sure once
and for all in Venice.

Thank heaven for Cesare Spado.
He has all the skill of the Borgias.

All my friends in London tell me
I'm getting a little fat.

I can't resist.

My dearest one! You haven't put
vanilla in the zabaglione!

You know how I dislike it!

Nonsense, Cesare.
Just peel of tangerine.

I prepared it myself.
There's not a drop of vanilla in it.

I can taste it distinctly.

There is positively no vanilla
in the zabaglione.

Taste it again.

Perhaps you're right.

Eat it up now or I shall be
very offended.

I will not speak to you.

Or let you...

No, no, no.
Eleanora, my angel...

It's delicious.

I tell everyone your cooking
is supreme.

The taste has quite disappeared.

You've outdone yourself,
my darling.

Eleanora, my dear,
it's just possible that a man

with whom I have business
connections may call here.

- I would prefer not to see him.
- As you wish.

His name is Dragomiloff,
but he may not declare himself.

I would like you to describe carefully
anyone who may call.

What a dreadful fuss.

This is our finest view,

the room Signor Dragomiloff
always prefers, signora.

You will see the sun rise up behind
the Santa Maria della Salute.

- A sight never to be forgotten.
- A little misunderstanding.

I am not a signora and therefore
require a separate room.

Scusi, signorina.
What a pity.

I hope you have another
equally delightful room.

The room, yes, signor.
The view, no.

- I have only a room at the back.
- Then she must have this room.

- Oh, no.
- No, I insist.

Take my luggage to whatever room.
I'll see you later.

It is a very delightful room, signor.
You will be most comfortable.

I'm sure I will.
Thank you very much indeed.

Well, it seems we have
a married look.

Because you're after my blood,
no doubt.

Don't talk nonsense.
We've got no time to waste.

- What are you doing?
- Can't be too careful.

My dear friend Spado might have
left me a welcoming present.

That's all clear.
Bombs aren't the Italian line.

They prefer more subtle methods.

Well, the sooner you talk to him
the better. Isn't it time you left?

Miss Winter.

Since our relationship
became less formal,

I observe a tendency
on your part to nag.

- Sometimes you can be very irritating.
- I have been told that.

Stay here until I return, understand?
Absolutely no one is allowed in.

If you sleep, lock the windows.
The balcony's an easy climb.

To be on the safe side,
I will lock you in and keep the key.

But this is absurd.
If Spado is so dangerous,

how can you hope to win him over
to our plan?

Cesare and my father
were very close.

I doubt he'd go the way
of the others

had it not been
for such a demanding wife.

- As usual, the woman gets the blame.
- Not without good cause, I gather.

I'm told that Signora Spado
has considerable charms

and doesn't hesitate
to use them.

She hasn't your high principles.

Your self-denial is
really quite remarkable.

A woman's beauty
can be a lethal weapon.

- My God.
- My darling, what can it be?

Is it something you have eaten?

It's working.

The poison,
it's doing its work.

Poison?

What are you saying, Cesare?

How could he have managed it?

He? Who are you talking of,
my darling?

The son of my old friend
and comrade.

I had arranged his death,
but he has got me first.

- Cesare, you're delirious.
- There is so much I must tell you.

Lie still.
Angelo has gone for a doctor.

You must hear it all.

This business I am in
with this man Dragomiloff,

it is called...

...the Assassination Bureau.

This Englishman lord
will pay 10,000 pounds

for this man Dragomiloff's death?

Pieces of silver.
Pieces of silver.

Many pieces.

Can you forgive me?

It was for you that I did
these dreadful things.

But you are so tender, so innocent.

What can you know
of assassination?

Life flows along

Just like a boat on a river

All that I want is to

Find a place

Safe in the harbor

Of love's embrace

Good evening.

- Forgive my entering unannounced.
- Who are you?

- A friend of your husband.
- My husband is away.

Strange.

He knew I was coming.

We had some business
to do together.

You... You haven't told me
your name.

My name is...

...lvan Dragomiloff.

Signor Dragomiloff.

I've heard him talk
so often about you.

I feel we are old friends.

Me too.

I have heard much about you.
Cesare is a... A lucky man.

May I ask you
where he has gone?

I don't know.

He's just, well, floating around.

Since you are alone,
my presence might compromise you.

- Perhaps I should go.
- No, no. We'll have a glass of wine.

- Do sit down.
- Thank you.

How much do you know
about his business?

Oh, nothing.

Well, then, you'll hardly be able
to make up for his absence, will you?

I wouldn't say that.

Will you think me
very wicked

if I confess to being pleased
that Cesare is away?

I would think you very flattering.

But that's not the reason
why you made away with him.

I what?!

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to startle you.

How dare you accuse me
of such a thing!

Let's not have melodramatics.

I saw your handsome gondolier
dispose of the body.

Now please sit down.

Perhaps we can come
to some arrangement.

One moment.
Angelo, I must deal with him.

- You have a man in.
- Not for long.

- Long, short, what is the difference?
- Don't be a fool.

He knows. He saw you.
He could destroy us.

- Then I will fix him.
- I will.

My way.

Go and prepare the gondola,
then wait.

I will ring when it is done.
It will be quick this time.

You can't prove
your ridiculous accusation.

I hope I won't have to.

We have plenty of time
to talk it over.

Then let's have
another glass of wine.

Please, close the window.
The night has grown chilly.

Even if what you say was true,

wouldn't I have been merely doing
your job for you?

You said you knew nothing
of your husband's business.

Perhaps it is now my business.

I'm sure that you'll handle it
very capably.

Thank you.

Please draw the curtains.

It appears we understand
each other well.

- Sit down, please.
- Thank you.

I told you I could take
my husband's place.

What a delightful little table,
like a wheel of fortune.

Our fortunes, it seems,

are to be linked.

- Shall we drink to that?
- I...

- I can't drink to the unknown.
- You're not adventurous.

I drink to it.

Bellissima.

Get rid of him.

What a pity.

He was so young.

All that I want is to

Find a place

Safe in the harbor

Of love's embrace

How sweet...

Fortunately, I kept wicket for Eton.

- Oh, don't worry, I've turned it off.
- It...

It was on the canopy.

Splendid. I knew these new
time bombs would come in useful.

Can't you talk anything but shop?
I've nearly been killed.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I am sorry.

I'll never forgive myself.

This room was meant for me.
I should never have left you here.

What on earth are you doing
in that ridiculous costume?

I forgot.

I regret to have to inform you
that lvan Dragomiloff is now dead.

- What?
- Yes, events took an unexpected turn.

However, the first part of our plot
has been achieved.

- You mean they think you're dead?
- Precisely.

I shall now have to disappear
into hiding.

And the rest, Miss Winter,
is up to you.

Now, that's what I call
a really pretty dress.

Miss Winter.

Miss Winter, surrender.

Why not?

Surrender is no defeat...

...for a woman.

My friend has not returned to the hotel.
He's been out all night.

I'm desperately afraid
he was run over.

- In Venice, signorina?
- Well, fallen in a canal, anything.

- Please, you must help me.
- Of course, signorina.

- The name of your friend?
- Dragomiloff.

Ivan Dragomiloff.

One moment, signorina.

Signorina, I am sorry.

- I fear I have very bad news.
- What?

- What is it?
- Your friend.

There must have been an accident.
He has been drowned.

His body has been taken
from the canal.

- I'll be all right.
- There were papers with his name.

But we would like you to identify
the body, if you are able.

- Very well.
- Please come this way, signorina.

It is...

...he.

This way, signorina.

It... It... It is him.

- Yes, we found papers on the body.
- Was Dragomiloff a good friend?

He was the best friend
my husband had.

We were very close.

We will save you
any more pain, signora.

I would be very glad if he could
be brought to my palazzo.

It is not fitting that such a man
should lie here.

Whatever the signora desires.

We salvaged the gondola, signora.

But alas, there is as yet
no sign of the gondolier.

Poor Angelo.

Poor Angelo's clothes
fit you perfectly.

A little tight, perhaps,
because you are more muscular.

I prefer that.

Go to the undertakers.

I want this gruesome thing removed

as soon as my guests
have paid their respects.

Well, come along, Piero.
Get on with it.

I hope you're not going
to take liberties.

Miss Winter?

Miss Winter,
I hardly recognized you.

- My congratulations.
- Lord Bostwick.

I came as soon as I received
your telegram announcing his death.

May I introduce an associate of mine,
Baron Muntzov.

Well, my dear young lady,

the press has once again shown itself
to be the conscience of the nation.

Your story will be syndicated
all over the world.

Come, we will go directly
to Spado's house,

and pay our respects
to the dead.

At Spado's house?

But his body is at the morgue.

As I so often find, my information
is more up-to-date than my reporters'.

Signora Spado's had the coffin
taken to her palazzo.

My lord. My lord.

I've just arrived from Berlin,
the news is grave.

Dragomiloff has gone
just in time.

Miss Winter, may I introduce
General von Pinck.

Collect the luggage
and bring Miss Winter.

The general and I will go on ahead.
We have important matters to discuss.

There's mobilization.
I must return tonight.

Will there be war?

Not yet, the kaiser's proposing
a secret peace conference.

- Indeed.
- He goes to Ruthenia for the funeral,

and that's where
the conference will take place.

They will all be there:
The English king. Tsar Nicholas.

The president of France.
The Austrian emperor. The...

Spare me this catalog
of mediocrity.

All this may suit me very well.

Signora Spado, my greetings
and congratulations.

My colleague, General von Pinck.

My husband is away.
I had to act on his behalf.

It's hard to believe a beautiful lady
succeeds where many men failed.

We should invite you
onto the board.

Thank you, Lord Bostwick.
But I don't think it is suitable

for an Italian lady to
practice murder professionally.

I will be content with the reward
you have so kindly offered.

And you shall have it, dear lady.

So there he lies.

Poor lvan.

He was too young to see
the potentialities of his inheritance.

Requiescat in pace.

Ivan killed by a woman, that's droll.

I believe Spado's house
is quite beautiful.

As with so many things,
first impressions are the worst.

This way, signorina.

And so you see,
my dear signora,

this young lady has served
her purpose and must be disposed of.

Miss Winter, Muntzov has been
monopolizing you.

Signora Spado, this is Miss Winter,

whose commission you executed
on behalf of your husband.

If you'll excuse me, I'll make a room
ready for the discussion.

No, no, no.
This will do splendidly.

The presence of our ex-chairman
will be a spur to our deliberations.

You openly admit you are a member
of the Bureau?

A member?

Thanks to you and Signora Spado,
I am now the chairman.

What a journalist
you would have made.

In at the death of the old Bureau
and the birth of the new.

Unfortunately, you must also be
its first victim.

Dispose of her, Muntzov.
It's time you did something useful.

This way.

Take her below.
There are steps to the canal.

Don't make any false moves.
I'm a dangerous man.

Go to that wall, please,
Miss Winter.

If you would please face
the wall, my dear.

We Slavs are so temperamental.

Somehow, I don't feel like it
at all today.

So you're a coward as well
as a murderer.

I don't seem really to care
for killing people anymore.

Keep quite still, Miss Winter.

It's best to make a clean job of it.

Ivan.

What on earth?

- I'm in mourning.
- For your lost principles, I presume?

You look like you're got up
to seduce an archbishop.

- Don't you like it?
- Oh, I'm turning in my grave.

Will you at least get rid
of that preposterous hat.

- How dare you!
- That's better.

At any rate, you played
your part admirably.

See what results the report
of my death produced.

- It nearly produced mine.
- It's brought them here,

as I knew it would.

Now we see whether
I can learn more dead than alive.

But the coffin in the room upstairs,
who's in it?

The man you identified as me,
of course, her gondolier.

- Muntzov!
- Come on.

Muntzov, where are you?

- Where could that idiot go?
- He'd be here.

The secret stairs from my apartments
lead down to that landing.

A girl, even Muntzov
couldn't fail.

He evidently did.

And the girl's hat.

- If he killed her, then...
- Then who killed him?

- I want to see inside that coffin.
- Oh, no.

- And why not, signora?
- You're not squeamish, surely?

Take off the lid.

- Please, don't disturb the dead.
- Be silent.

Replace the lid.

My apologies, signora.
You've done your job well.

Don't worry, signora.
He can't get away.

General, I will return to Germany.
Where will your headquarters be?

At my hunting lodge at Rothenburg.

The peace conference will take place
across the frontier in the Castle Minsk.

Convenient. I'll summon the Bureau
members to meet us at Rothenburg.

- But my staff will be there, officers.
- Of course, and they'll be very useful.

So goodbye, lvan.

You're going to miss
our greatest assignment of all.

At my commission,
the assassination of Europe.

They have come to take him away.

Make sure the screws are tight.

We'll have a glass of wine, and then
we can complete our business.

Of course, the reward.

I suppose it was rather tactless
of Cesare

to tell me so much about
your secret business.

Who can quarrel with
such an excellent result?

Surely it is worth more
than a mere 10,000 pounds?

Of course.
How much would you suggest?

Naturally, you would not like
your affairs made public.

Shall we say 100,000?

Oh, alas, signora,
we are not a rich organization.

But you have such great plans
now that I have given you control.

Surely that is worth
special consideration?

Indeed.

Von Pinck, see that signora gets the
most special consideration we offer.

Well done, Miss Winter.
On the spot as usual.

As Europe's heads of state travel
to Ruthenia for the funeral of its ruler,

the Archduke Ferdinand's tragic death
threatens to set Europe ablaze.

Throughout Germany
and the Austro-Hungarian Empire,

troops of the Grand Alliance are
moving toward the Ruthenian frontier.

In Russia, Tsar Nicholas assumes
personal command of his forces,

as his Balkan allies call impatiently
for action.

In the Republic of France, military
preparations are already afoot.

Great Britain puts her armed forces
in a state of instant readiness.

After the funeral, the heads of state
will proceed to the royal castle at Minsk.

Here, close to the Ruthenian border
with Germany.

Just across the valley at Rothenburg
is a German army...

...commanded by
General von Pinck.

- What do you make of it?
- The kaiser is at the conference.

- What can the German army do?
- Nothing.

But what Lord Bostwick does with the
remains of my bureau is the question.

Mein Gott!

You might look all right
around the board table, my friends,

but thank God
I don't have to take you into battle.

That goes under the jacket, man.

The Russian anthem.

The czar is arriving.

We shall need an anthem
of our own.

Remind me.

The czar.

The others will soon be here.

The time has come to
make a move, gentlemen.

Are your officers
safely under lock and key?

Quite safe and very angry
in their underwear.

I've sent a limber ahead
with our little toy.

My engineers will have it loaded
by the time we arrive.

There it is,
the castle at Minsk.

All the crowned heads of Europe
under one roof, what an opportunity.

Now, lvan.

For his lordship, I mean,
if war is what he wants.

With your ideas, I'm surprised
you're shocked at war.

Not at all. It's a matter of business.
How can we charge our prices

with everybody happily killing
each other for a shilling a day?

Look out.

- What is it?
- A bomb.

It's so big.
What will they do?

- Drop it.
- What?

On the castle. Ride there quickly.
It must be evacuated.

- But the frontier will be guarded.
- Ride, I say. I must follow that bomb.

French president.

Vorsicht, vorsicht.

Corporal? Corporal!

What are you doing?
What is that thing?

Some new sort of bomb.
We are to load it.

Aboard my zeppelin?
What's the devil next?

- General's orders, sir.
- This is a naval ship.

We'll soon see about that.

Come on, come on, get busy, there.

Los, get this thing unloaded.

The general gave me
the order himself. Los!

What the devil are you talking about?
Bombs in zeppelins, ridiculous.

Weg mit dem Objekt. Es muss
heute nicht getan werden.

Get up.

A life on the ocean wave and here
we are in the middle of a forest

- with a bloody gas bag.
- You men there,

what are you doing?
Do up your buttons.

Where is your officer?

- Your officer, where is he?
- He was here a moment ago.

Well, he is not here now.
I shall take over command.

General's orders.
The zeppelin takes off

and returns to base immediately.
Get that thing away from there.

Corporal, do you hear me?
Get that thing away from here!

Jawohl, Herr Kapitän.

Bloody officers.

- Who is the pilot?
- The Herr Kapitän, Herr Kapitän.

- But he is not here.
- Well, I also am a pilot, Herr Kapitän.

Then why didn't you say so?
Get on with it, man.

Get that thing down here.

Careful, careful.

- Hey, you. Where's the officer?
- Well, there was one here.

- Where is he now?
- I don't know, Herr General.

- We've lost one already.
- Don't answer back.

Prepare to take off immediately.

What are you doing there, corporal?

- Get that thing aboard.
- Jawohl, Herr General.

- Where are you going?
- I must go to the castle.

You have, have you? The frontier
is closed. No one is allowed through.

The castle must be evacuated.
They're gonna bomb it.

Do you think we're idiots in Ruthenia?
Evacuate! They've only just arrived.

They are going
to drop a bomb, I tell you.

Oh, drop it?
Who is going to? An eagle?

Through you go.

There are no frontiers
for the Sisters of Mercy.

Will you please listen to me?

Get out of here,
before I have you arrested.

Heave ho.

Heave.

Heave.

Heave ho.

Steady. Good.

Up.

- Up. Up.
- Careful.

Up. Up.

Halt.

The bomb is secured.

Stand by to cast off.

Release ballast.

Cast off of it.

Cast off now.

- Set course for Minsk.
- Minsk, Herr General?

Drive and ask no questions.

Bombs from the air.
What a marvelous idea.

All those little houses down there, just
pull a lever and poof! They're gone.

My God, let's go and see.

Dragomiloff!

Revolutionary idea, general,
an aerial bomb.

History in the making.
A frightening concept.

In 15 minutes,
we should be over the castle.

What's that fool up to?

- What the devil are you doing there?
- There's a naval officer onboard.

Get it back on course.

The captain. He must
have hidden on board.

- Well, why didn't you search?
- He'll give no more trouble.

- We're back on course.
- Not too soon.

We're approaching the frontier.

Look! Look!

So, what is this?

It is un ballon.

By Jove! It looks like
some sort of airship.

Nothing is supposed
to cross the frontier.

It's one of those damned zeppelins.
Where's that Hun?

- Good morning.
- There you are, Herr Oberleutnant.

General von Pinck has sent word.

- It's a patrol for security purposes.
- Why was I not informed?

- Prussians do what they like.
- They're invading our frontier.

Now, then. Now, then.
Steady the butts.

This is supposed to be
a peace conference.

- Starboard two points.
- Gentlemen.

Dragomiloff.

- It's impossible.
- Nothing's impossible, general.

- This time we'll make quite sure.
- Unwise, my lord.

You see, a bullet through a hydrogen
balloon will blow us all out of the sky.

It's true, my lord.
Leave him to me.

He will not stand a chance.

I was the saber champion
of all Germany.

En garde.

Now, here! And here!

Come on.

Very good.

Take this.

Here, here, here.

- Get him.
- This way. After him.

Keep her steady.

Don't do it, Charles. Indiscriminate
destruction will engulf you too.

One death or a million,
where's the difference?

We're surgeons, not butchers.
We only kill to destroy evil.

- Hypocrite. You kill for money.
- Only those who deserve to die.

- We must judge before we kill.
- Judge? Young fool.

You're not an assassin,
you're a critic.

Steady.

Steady.

It's jammed.

Damn you, get out of my way.

Rise, Sir lvan.

Your Majesties, you must evacuate
the castle immediately.

Miss Winter, not quite
on the spot for once.

- Ivan, what happened?
- Sir lvan, if you please.

Virtue has been rewarded.

Well, really.