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Thank you.

Now we've got to find a phone, call
Gambit and tell him the unicorn has

another killing.

And you have a little plan of your own.

Could we have a statement?

I'm eternally grateful, Minister.

You're very courageous.

Oh, he got you right through the heart.

Very courageous.

What if he'd gone for a headshot?

Steed assured me he wouldn't.

There was no obvious wound.

So for a few brief moments, they thought
you'd had a natural collapse.

And out of the confusion, the unicorn
made his getaway.

The unicorn?

You sure it was him?

Definitely. His precise, immaculate
style.

A unicorn.

He has a triple D rating.

Which means he's in the top five of the
good spy guide.

A ruthless killer.

A ruthless, brilliant killer.

Yes, Gambit?

Just left with Paris.

I could have stopped him, but you want
the whole organisation, don't you? The

whole shooting match.

Well, we may have got that.

He made a call.

Gave an address somewhere in Paris.

Then we'll have to get there first.

I've already thought of that. Got the
Air Force standing by with a jet bomber.

So we can be there in half the time.

We're on our way.

Unicorn have a great deal in common.

Both legends in your own lifetime.

Oh, we've been stalking each other for
years.

And this time you've got him.

He's not an easy man to take.

Especially if you want to take him alive
and undamaged.

And on that score, I have your gun.

It's him he's coming on up

He's in the house.

Crime is huge.

Estelon. Ah, 1548.

Use your backhand, Gambit.

Brilliant.

Ah!

The trouble with you two is you're over
-impetuous.

You could have hurt him.

Yes, Percy.

And I was just getting the better of it.

Well, he's waking up now. Why don't you
go and complete your brilliant victory

and I promise I won't interfere again.

Yes, well, taking everything into
consideration, I...

John

Thede.

After all these years.

You never give up.

I'm one of the bulldog breed.

Purdy, of course.

So much more beautiful than the files on
you suggest.

I've read your file, too.

Really? And how do you think I match up?

Doesn't really matter, does it? Your
file's closed now.

And Gambit.

You handle yourself well, Mr Gambit.

I can't tell you what a relief it is to
know that I've been taken by the very

best professionals.

I... I despise the second rate.

Do come in. Make yourself at home.

Ah.

This is champagne.

As usual, only the best.

How did you find me, indeed?

Who told you I was here?

I've always admired your style, Steed.

Enjoy your little triumph while you can.

It will not last long.

Marco come in Come

in

Marco

What is it, Ritter?

He's in there.

I saw him go in.

There's also a girl gone in.

But no phone signal.

You know the rules.

No signal, no beating.

Can you investigate without entering the
building?

There is a way.

Okay.

as a professional.

You of all people know that I don't
drink steed.

These days I live carefully.

I look at the labels, but I dare not
taste.

Have you forgotten Tangier, that hotel
by the sea?

It was a good shot of yours.

Not good enough to kill me, of course,
but you did enough damage to put me on a

diet for the rest of my life.

I've never really forgiven you.

That was the closest I ever got to you.

Until now.

The big mistake you made in Tangier was
trusting that young dancer. What was her

name? A ballet dancer.

A ballet dancer.

The trouble was she found Steed more
attractive than me.

This is fascinating.

Let's not dwell on past defeats.

Let's drink to present victories.

Drink up, Steed.

My people will have me out of here in a
few hours. I admire your confidence.

You will live to see justified, Mr.
Gambit.

In fact, that's probably as long as you
will live.

Yes, it's Steve.

And the other two. Steve.

Kill him.

That was a name.

The Bennett answer.

Yes.

The energy that woman had.

Quite remarkable.

Wouldn't you agree, Steve?

My relations with Yvette were
unimpeachably respectable.

Unimpeachable.

Unimpeachable. How about a little more
champagne?

Merci.

Yvette.

It's him. Are you sure?

Looks nervous.

Yeah.

That's not all we lost.

That bullet passed through the mirror
and... Hit the unicorn?

Yes.

So he was killed by his own people?

But they're never going to believe it.

Not in a million years. They'll think we
did it.

How will they react?

Open warfare.

Now, the unicorn was the head of a very
large organisation.

The idea was that while we held the
unicorn... They'd be good boys.

Exactly.

They thought we killed him.

They'll be very bad boys.

What are we going to do?

Keep him alive.

Maintain the illusion that he's alive
and well.

That he's a prisoner in Paris.

Maximum security.

Steve's got that building sealed tighter
than Fort Knox.

They're still holding the unicorn there.

We won't risk moving in.

Steve is not taking any chances after
your unsatisfactory performance.

Steve will bulletproof every window in
the place.

Then what can we do?

Make an exchange.

Take a hostage of our own and make a
swap.

Oh, Steve won't let go of the unicorn.

He spent ten years trying to nail him.

And now he has.

Exactly. So our hostage must be someone
of such importance, such eminence, that

Steve cannot refuse.

They're sleeping like a child.

Good. He needs all the rest he can get.

He has a busy day ahead.

I'm sorry, sir.

The section of the train is closed.

Closed? I have a first -class ticket,
and I'm entitled to be in this carriage.

We are the first -class passenger.

In here?

Well, this will be something to tell my
wife.

France may be a republic, but my wife
still leans towards monarchy.

They are so, so much more colorful,
don't you think?

Now I understand.

I wouldn't dream of disturbing His
Highness' slumber.

They look so beautiful.

So safe.

I don't get you being in this camp.

Five years, and you still believe in the
illusion of safety?

Come on, Arlo.

A high -speed train in the middle of the
French countryside?

No.

You see, it walk about since it's Sunday
now.

That's what scares me.

The crowds, the confusion.

You know what my biggest nightmare is?

A sniper behind a rock.

A single shot.

Have you checked?

And then up you shall stop and you
haven't checked?

Prince, the royal blood is suddenly
indisposable. Do you know what I think?

Yes.

Yes, I understand. We've got a problem.

You... Can't move.

Fast and ruthless.

It looks suspiciously like checkmate.

Except we have one small problem.

We've already lost our king.

Why haven't they contacted us?

They're negotiating through higher
channels.

Ah, Commander Lecomte Lepage. This is
Ferdy and this is Gambit.

Monsieur Skeed, I understand how long
you have sought this unicorn.

I understand your chagrin at having to
release him.

But equally, you must understand my
position.

At this moment, no one knows that His
Royal Highness is... No one except the

people in this room and those who have
abducted him.

No one must ever know.

Royals are not vulnerable, monsieur.

Royals do not get snatched.

Obviously, we must agree to their every
demand.

Monsieur... And we broke no argument.
They have asked for the unicorn, the

unicorn they must have. Indeed they can.

Ah. There's only one problem.

There can be no problems, monsieur.
Well, it's the unicorn.

He's just a teeny bit dead.

Has he asked for anything?

Nope, he's very quiet.

Everything he wants, he must have. He's
a very special guest.

Grima, I said a silver tray.

This is no good. Not even chateau
bottled.

And a paper napkin. You think he's used
to paper napkins? You think that's what

they use?

Rita, you handle it.

Nothing but the best.

If I'm no seed, he's feeding the unicorn
like a king.

Really laying it on for him.

I never could bear the sight of a dead
body.

What on earth are we going to do now?

I must admit, it's a bit of a pose,
though.

It's tall, obviously.

And at the same time, it appears we're
going ahead with a swap.

But we've got nothing to swap. Can you
contact the kidnappers?

Yes, there is a way.

Tell them we agree to their terms. Now
say that we need 24 hours to make the

swap over arrangements.

Play for time. Can you manage that?

Of course, of course. But there must not
be a hint, not even a suggestion, that

there's anything wrong here.

No, no, quite.

And in the meantime?

We're going to pay a call on an old
friend of the late lamented unicorn.

Oh, hey, Duval, you used to work for the
unicorn.

Used to?

Well, he retired five years ago.

What can he tell us?

No idea.

Sounds pretty thin, Steed.

Positively emaciated. Still, you never
know. You might give it some lead. At

least it's worth a try.

Ori?

Very naughty.

That's very dangerous, you know.

If you tripped and fell wearing that,
you could easily be cut off in your

What do you want?

Oh, uh... I'd like to teach Furry the
gentle art of pool.

It's all in the grip, you know.

You have it lightly poised, and you get
the ball as near the...

Where did you learn to play pool?

Ladies' team, so bon.

When I was just a jeune fille.

No idea.

Now, all right.

I should like some information.

About what?

About the unicorn.

Henri.

Henri.

I... Pardon.

But I have retired, you know.

I have not worked for the unicorn in
years.

Five years?

Who is your replacement?

I can't tell you.

He would kill me.

Thank you very much for your
information, Ari.

But I have not told you anything.

Do you hear that, Purdy? You've told me
everything.

Not only have you given me his name, but
you've given me a dozen other bits of

information about the unicorn.

Photos, letters, exact information.

Well, I'm obliged to you, Ari. You can
be quite sure I'll tell everybody about

your cooperation.

They will kill me.

I'll send Lily.

It's Marco.

That's all I know.

Thank you, Ori.

Bonjour, Ori.

Marcus. Not much.

Not enough.

Anyway, we'll store it away for future
reference.

Let's hope that Monsieur LeCron de Pages
got in touch with the kidnappers.

Stay in the car, Monsieur Lecomte.

We... We are prepared to proceed with
the exchange.

But we need more time.

How much time do you require?

24 hours. It sounds as if you are
stalling. Why? No, no, no. We... We are

anxious to proceed.

I trust the unicorn is in good health.

Dead to the world.

What?

Sleeping. Sleeping?

At a time like this?

He's usually the most alert man. It was
the champagne.

Champagne? Seed. You know, the perfect
host.

Like the unicorn with champagne.

Do you agree with the postponement?

24 hours.

It does not add up.

What? The unicorn drinking champagne.

You know as well as I that he doesn't.

Cannot drink.

We have to find out what's happening in
there.

How? The place is filled with security
men.

Grima.

Then, even if he is caught, he cannot
tell them anything, can he?

Not a word.

Irresistible.

The chef or the omelette?

What is one without the other?
Ferdinand, you know I have enough on my

too.

Do you know that 80 % of the staff at
Sûreté Records are girls?

And not only that, 100 % of the 80 % are
French girls.

Gambit, if you say ooh -la -la, I think
I shall scream.

Ooh -la -la?

Who's saying ooh -la -la?

You have twice.

Anyway, there's no difference between
French girls and English girls.

Vive la différence.

That's the woman's point of view.

I see you have the files on Marco.

Yes. Marco Levienne, Marco Dubois, Marco
Cinetti.

4 ,322 Marcos.

The only Marco we don't have is Polo.

Marco Polo.

Dead end, I'm afraid.

Very dead.

Nevertheless, even though he's dead,
he's beatless.

Not necessarily.

Not yet.

I mean, I haven't actually come up with
anything brilliant yet. But that's

really because I haven't actually
thought of anything brilliant yet. But

sure if we still put our heads together
and tried to think of something,

brilliant. We could.

We might.

Possibly.

By stroke of genius.

Stroke of luck.

I hope this omelette isn't as heavy as I
feel.

Anyway, at least they don't have us
dead.

Steve, we've got to think of something.

Well, I've been pondering long and hard
on the problem of how to swap a dead

unicorn with a live and very important
hostage.

And what's your conclusion?

My conclusion is that we've got to think
of something.

What about a devil?

Might fool him long enough to get his
nibs away.

Yeah, but what happened to the devil?

I see what you mean.

Who come to a sticky end?

Sticky isn't in it.

Glutinous to a degree.

A wax model.

2 19th century.

But he knows the unicorn's dead. He's
our only link with the kidnappers. He's

our only chance of finding him.

After him.

Stop!

You, hey!

Heading west.

Help.

It's like Le Monde's out here.

Gambit, I've got a fix. He's heading
north. Now, where are you?

Heading west.

Got you. Okay.

Now, make a left.

He's turning east now.

Gambit, he's doubling back.

Birdie, what's happening?

You wouldn't believe it.

Birdie, which way now?

Left. No, right.

Sorry. Will you make up your mind? Take
the next left turn.

Gambit, take the next left.

Are we winning?

He's going to head him off and... Oh,
Gambit, no.

No.

Hoodie. Gambit, turn right now.

Now he's heading straight for you.

I got him.

What's happening?

I think Gambit headed him off.

Grima said they've been back by now.

They've got him.

I doubt it.

Even if they have, Grima isn't going to
tell them anything, is he?

Well... Progress at last.

A little drop of truth serum, our friend
will open his heart to it.

Uh, Steve, there's one slight problem.
What's that?

Let's put it this way.

He's mute.

Mute? Congenital deformity of the
palate.

Oh, dear, I'm very sorry to hear that.

Well, we can get him to write it down,
can't we?

And he's illiterate.

Can't even write his own name.

Thank you.

This is catastrophic.

Well, it's certainly not a five -star
Napoleon, but I'd hardly call it

catastrophic. The situation is
catastrophic, Steve.

This is no time for jokes.

On the contrary, if you'd faced as many
problems as I have, you'd realize that

the only saving grace was the sense of
humor.

But the situation seems so utterly
hopeless.

Don't even bother to ask. The answer is
grimace is about as helpful as a lump of

rock.

Hopeless. Quite hopeless.

We've tried everything, Steve, even sign
language. And did you know there are

over 120 different sorts of sign
language, including Albanian?

Albanian?

So we are back to square one, and the 24
hours are almost up.

We will have to tell them the unicorn is
dead, Steve.

Offer them money, whatever they demand.

I have access to unlimited funds.

I'll kill you -know -who within the
hour. Gambit's right.

It's not money they need. It's revenge.
No, I think the only alternative we have

is to go ahead with the exchange.

But we can't. He will call here any
moment. We can.

We will.

Our way.

That'll be Marco.

I'll go and chat with him.

Is this Steed?

Steed?

In person?

This is Marco.

Who told you my name?

In the heat of the moment, I was just
about to kill him.

He blamed you.

You shouldn't have broken our agreement.

Sending Grima in like that, it was very
foolish.

The unicorn doesn't like fools. Let me
talk to him. I can explain.

You've done enough talking. Now listen.

We make the exchange in exactly two
hours.

We make it in this building.

Take your instructions from me. Wait a
minute, Steed. The unicorn is getting

impatient.

He doesn't want anything to go wrong.

Very well.

Yes.

Yes, I understand.

Two hours.

You don't think I overdid it, do you?
No.

Thoroughly convincing performance.

Henri's little bit of information came
in useful after all.

Dear old Henri, but do you think that
Marco swallowed it?

Swallowed what?

The unicorn is still dead.

Ah, but now Steed has brought Marco onto
our ground. Marco's terrified of what

the unicorn will do to him if anything
else goes wrong.

But that still doesn't alter the fact
that we haven't got anyone to exchange

for... Shh!

Not even between these four walls.

I just don't understand.

Monsieur Lecomte, Albanian sign
language.

It doesn't necessarily take two to swap.

I don't like it, Marco.

Steed's planning something.

How can he? We've got him.

They dare not risk a hair of his head.

Even so, how can we trust Steed?

You think I'm worried about Steed?

Don't you realize that if there is any
delay, any mistake, the unicorn will

us both?

Okay, Gambit, try it now.

Gambit, stop!

I meant up, you idiot!

That was up!

Oh, yes. Sorry. Hold on.

Gambit! Gambit!

Gambit! Did I get it wrong again?

Gambit, just send the lift down.

Barco? This is T.

In front of you is a table.

On it is a two -way communicator.

Pick it up.

Go to the left.

Steed, you understand that we have an
explosive device strapped on our

A device we can detonate at any time. By
radio signal.

I know.

And we've just strapped a similar
explosive device to the unicorn.

Most ingenious, Steed.

If you try a double -cross, I press my
button.

And if you try anything, the unicorn
will be looking for a new horn.

How do you propose to make the switch,
Steed? The lifts.

Look at the floor indicator panels.

The right -hand lift is on the top
floor.

That's where we're holding the unicorn.

The left -hand lift is on the ground
floor.

Now, when we put the unicorn into the
lift, you put your man into the other

The one lift goes up.

The other lift goes down.

Seems okay.

This is our insurance.

Very well, Steed.

I agree.

Right.

The unicorn is now in the lift.

We are ready.

Right. Now, on the count of three.

One.

Two.

Three.

Ready? Ready.

You're safe, Your Majesty.

They expected the lift to go up five
floors. In fact, it came down one.

Yes. Well, don't worry.

We'll work out the assorted honours to
be allotted later.

Now, excuse me, Your Majesty, I'm very
sorry...

They have kicked us.

He's got a gun.

I see that.

Why didn't you take it off? Why didn't
you take it off? I wasn't down there. I

got one gun.

I know, but he's got another one.

We've got to stop him.

We've got to try.

Well done.

Well, while we're in Paris, no point
letting opportunities slip by.

No point at all. One of the greatest
cities in the world. Steeped in culture.

And history.

Just to learn.

And broaden.

To examine.

Exchange views.

And sample the basic culture.

Exactly.

Uh, EC?

There's no difference at all, I promise
you.

No difference at all.