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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, however,

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 all 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.

And we'll soon find out who
placed it. Get on to Small Ads!

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

Who? I did.

The advertisement
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

I thought Miss Winter
would talk more freely.

I always talk freely.
Who are you?

This is Lord Bostwick, the
owner of our newspaper.

Oh, how do you do?

The newspaper business is
a male preserve, Miss Winter.

If you are plotting
to breach the citadel,

it should be done in privacy.
Please, come with me.

Sit down. Sit down.

Put you to work in
this office with them,

and they'd all
walk out in a body.

But they'd leap at the chance
to take you out to dinner.

Why should they
ask me out to dinner?

Because you are a very
attractive-looking young woman.

There can be no sexual equality

whilst women exploit
their physical appearance.

I rigidly avoid it.

Yes, well, uh...

this lift will take
us to my office.

Allow me to offer
you a little reviver.

Oh, I touch no spirituous
liquor, Lord Bostwick.

I should hope not.

This is a fine Madeira.

I have a partiality for it,

just as I have for
adventurous young women.

What, then, is your
reaction to my proposal?

That this newspaper
should support you

to the full extent of its not
inconsiderable 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, you know,
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 would just like to keep it
a secret between ourselves.

Why? Because, Miss Winter,

if there is anything
in what you say,

then I would be a marked
man for supporting you.

I see.

You'll have to be
satisfied, Miss Winter

with the thin end of the wedge.

Very well.

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

In that case, perhaps
you ought to 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 natural 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.

Take your matches.
Oh, 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, madam,

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 little
test for our customers.

We're not used to
dealing with ladies.

Evidently. An
interesting reaction.

Men come here on the
most gruesome business,

yet without exception

they are frightened
out of their wits

by the first 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 seem to know a
great deal about me.

Naturally, or you
would not be here.

On my part, at least may I
know whom I am addressing?

Certainly. I am
Ivan Dragomiloff.

Oh, don't be put
off by the name.

My father's Russian
sentimentality

has been amply
counteracted by the rigors

of 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.

But that's terrible.

There's nothing
terrible about it.

My father brought me up
to continue his life work.

What could be more
natural than for a son

to inherit the family business.

Business? You're a
gang of murderers.

Our proper title is the
Assassination Bureau, Limited.

Our dividends are
quite substantial.

Dividends? You admit you
take human 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.

In any case,

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.

Not at all.

My father merely saw
to it that I was educated

in the logic of my profession.

He was somewhat
of a philosopher.

I'm not really
interested in your father.

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, you know?

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.

Tsk-tsk-tsk.

Avarice.

Oh, dear, dear.

And murder.

He seems a suitable candidate.

Have I your guarantee
that he will be killed?

You have my word.

The name, please.

Very well, then. His name is...

Ivan 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.

Ah, but it does. It
intrigues me too.

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

Wonderful.

Since you'll enjoy it so much,

perhaps you'd give
me a bargain price?

Ah, there's one matter upon
which my board never compromise,

on finance.

Without self-flattery, I'm
afraid, 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.

Ah, 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 around you
at the great deeds

recorded on these
walls, gentlemen,

each one of them
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 basic
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 with yourselves.

Haven't we, in
the pursuit of profit,

fallen short of the
high moral standards

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.

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 the fee of 20,000 pounds,

the assassination
of Ivan 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 common 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 each 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 hereby appoint
as neutral referee

in this most purifying
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 to your territories.

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.

Gentlemen!

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.

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.

Ah, 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.

Oh.

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 remember.

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 of 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, you must 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, Monsieur.

Everyone has been
shown his photograph.

Watch carefully. He's a devil.

Good evening,
Monsieur Lucoville.

Good evening, Madame Otero.

How is business? Up
a little on last week.

Uh-huh. And how is the
new cheap champagne going?

We serve it after midnight,

we charge the 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 miserable
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 in a place like this?

- 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. LUCOVILLE:
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 now
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, Miss Winter.

I beg your pardon! Gas.

It's lighter than air, you see.

It will fill the room
from the ceiling...

downwards.

It won't take long. Long enough.

By the way, 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?

Monsieur l' Inspector,
we have nothing to hide.

I assure you that this is a
perfectly respectable hotel.

En avant!

Now, open the door, Ivan.

We might even make a bargain.

If I was to become
vice chairman...

He's drawing the bolts!

I knew you'd see reason, Ivan.

I can't manage the lock.

It's... 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, have you?

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 disclose
you were a journalist.

Well, this is my
first assignment.

May I ask, for which
newspaper you are writing?

For the Daily...

For the Daily Press, at large.

Women are not yet accepted
in the journalistic profession.

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.

Oh, 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, Miss Winters.

You accept, I
suppose, the gallows,

the 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 that concerns 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, Ivan.

Popescu?

What a marvelous makeup.

You know, these new
Leichner waxes are fantastic!

Thank you, Ivan.

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, Ivan,

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, Ivan!

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, Ivan.

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

Stop it, Ivan.

The game is up.

Das geht zu weit.

I never know if I can trust you.

My 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.

And 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? 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?

Oh, purely technical details.

They belong to our
research department.

We have some very brilliant
scientists working for us.

When they make
some little discovery,

they like to 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 the lieutenant.

It is not a disgrace
to be beaten

by the ex-champion
of all 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.

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

I'm on my way 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 to
me 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 Ivan.

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.

Unfortunately, I
have no monopoly

in the assassination business.

Now, I insist that
you have a brandy.

No, thank you, I...

Well, you can't deny that
your mind needs clarifying.

You're paying to have me killed,

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

A revelation comparable
with Saint Paul's at Tarsus.

Well, 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
ever 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 pay an impromptu

visit to your establishment.

It is an honor, Excellency.

His Highness wants
a little relaxation.

Naturally, we were against
it, after this morning's incident.

You will be
responsible for seeing

that everything is in order.

Of course, Excellency.

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 ♪

Ah, 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 ♪

Oh, 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,
never the less.

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...

I presume he also
failed to tell you

that he was vice
chairman of our bureau.

Lord Bostwick?

I can't believe it.

Oh, 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.

My dear man, can't you
make any more of it than this?

There's nothing but facts!

We don't want to inflame
a delicate situation.

Ruthenia and Carpathia
are mere 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"!

Your Lordship, of course, has
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 now.

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 some
business connections

may call at the house

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.

It is a sight never
to be forgotten.

A little misunderstanding,
I'm afraid.

I am not a signora
and shall 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 the signorina
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.

I assure, 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 on earth are you
doing? One 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.

Now, you stay in this room
until I return, understand?

Absolutely no one is allowed in.

If you wish to sleep,
lock the windows.

The balcony's an easy climb.

And just to be on the safe side,

I will lock you in
and keep the key.

But this is absurd. If your
man, Spado, is so dangerous,

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

Cesare and my
father were very close.

I doubt whether he'd
gone 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...

Ivan 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?

Oh, 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 surely that's not the reason
why you made away with him.

I what?!

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

How dare you accuse
me of such a thing!

Please, let's not have
any 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...
Shh-shh. Not for long.

Long time, short time,
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 there.

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?

I thought you said

you knew nothing about
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 very 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 Ivan Dragomiloff
is now dead.

What?

Yes, events took
an unexpected turn.

However, the first part of our
plot has now 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
might have been 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 Signor Dragomiloff
a good friend, signora?

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.

Life is a precious thing ♪

That we don't
know the value of ♪

But you will find when
your heart learns to sing ♪

Life is the thing you love ♪

Wait till you fall in love ♪

See how it all comes true ♪

See how important
the minutes become ♪

When there's someone
in love with you ♪

For life is a precious thing ♪

That we don't
know the value of ♪

But you will find when
your heart learns to sing ♪

Life is the thing you love ♪

Life is the thing ♪

You love ♪

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 hearty congratulations.
Lord Bostwick.

I came as soon as I
received your telegram

announcing Dragomiloff's 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, Muntzov
and bring Miss Winter with you.

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.

Yeah, he's traveling to
Ruthenia for the funeral,

and that's where the
conference will take place.

They will all be there: The
English king. Czar 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 that
such a beautiful lady

should succeed where
so many men have failed.

I fell 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 Ivan.

He was too young to
see the potentialities

of his great 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.

Ah, 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
go and make a room ready

for your 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 good journalist you
would have made, Miss Winter.

You're 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 must 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 have got to?

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, Lord Bostwick
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
with you to Germany.

Where will your headquarters be?

At my hunting
lodge at Rothenburg.

The peace conference will
take place just across the frontier

in the Castle Minsk.

Very convenient.

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

But my staff will be
there, my officers.

Of course, and
they'll be very useful.

So goodbye, Ivan.

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 perhaps 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 Spado

gets the most special
consideration we can offer.

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

As Europe's
heads of state travel

to the Kingdom of Ruthenia
for the funeral of its ruler,

the Archduke
Ferdinand's tragic death

threatens to set Europe ablaze.

Throughout the states of Germany

and the Austro-Hungarian Empire,

troops of the Grand
Alliance are moving

towards the Ruthenian frontier.

In Imperial 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
tomorrow, 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 will do

with what remains of my
bureau, that's 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, Ivan.

For his lordship, I mean,

if war is what the madman wants.

With your ideas,

I'm surprised you're
shocked at the thought of war.

Not at all. It's purely
a matter of business.

How can we charge
our sort of prices

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

Look out.

What is it? A bomb.

It's so big. What are
they going to do with it?

Drop it. What?

On the castle.

Ride there as quickly as
you can. It must be evacuated.

But the frontier
will be guarded.

Ride there, I tell you. I
must follow that bomb.

French president.

Vorsicht, vorsicht.

Corporal? Corporal!

What do you think you're
doing? What is that thing?

Some new sort of bomb,
sir. We are to load it aboard.

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.

Get up.

A life on the ocean
wave and here we are

sitting 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, Herr Kapitän.

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

I have orders from the General.
The zeppelin is to take off

and return 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 me back.

Prepare to take off immediately.

What are you doing
there, corporal?

Get that thing aboard.

Jawohl, Herr General.

Where do you think you're going?

I must go to the castle.

You have, have you?

The frontier is closed.
No one is allowed through.

Don't be a fool. The
castle must be evacuated.

They're going to
drop a bomb on it.

Do you think we're
idiots in Ruthenia?

Evacuate the castle!
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, fraulein,
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, I suppose. He
must have hidden on board.

Well, why didn't you search?

Ah, he'll give no
more trouble anyway.

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 bloody Hun?

Good morning.

There you are,
Herr Oberleutnant.

General von Pinck has sent word.

It's an observation 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 Ivan.

Your Majesties, you must
evacuate the castle immediately.

Miss Winter, not quite
on the spot for once.

Ivan, what happened?

Sir Ivan, if you please.

Virtue has been rewarded.

Well, really.

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