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Something wrong with bait I have called an EXP sir,

I'll protect you in my new job 123%

Uh!

Ah!

I've seen one of these killer men, one nip, face.

Go black.

Thank you, Pazpotsu, for that graphic description.

Oh.

Oh, sorry.

Sorry, I'm the genius.

I think Pazpotsu.

Yes, master.

My tongue.

It runs away from me.

I just wanted to say that, er, well, when the alpha goes, what am I trying to say?

You're not usually lost for words, Feliz?

No, I know, I know.

It's just that, erm...

Whenever you're not around, there's no way you can do it.

There's no light.

I mean, I can't think of what would have happened if this...

Well, I didn't, did it.

A scorpion on a pillow.

It's very poetic.

Almost dramatic.

It's far too imaginative for Prussian intelligence.

They must be using freelance.

Any ideas?

Mm.

Ah!

Dolphin.

Shot.

Really?

In Antwerp.

Hm.

The Thin Man?

It's Boredovskar.

Hm.

He's creative.

Do you know he, er, he drowned a man in champagne once?

Hm.

No, whoever it was, must move like a shadow.

Nobody gets that close to me.

A wake or a sleep?

Well, we've got to find out who it is before I try again.

Goodness.

Goodness?

Never heard of goodness.

No, no, the cryptographer.

He's working on the code.

Ah.

Er, he's alone.

He's going to need protection.

Have you told Chasworth about this code-breaking business?

Back... back, ah...

The infamous Mr. Alexander Dumas owes me three months rent.

Six months laundry.

The baker, the grocer, the inventor.

He even owes his gutter women.

Ah, why don't you expect him?

He won't serve Dumas back.

When he gets out of prison.

He's in prison?

Nobody soon will be if he doesn't pay his debt.

Reissure's.

Lion, Eve and Gordon scum.

You're Reissure.

No, no, no.

What are you?

Er, chat to us.

Er, er, er.

I'll look around if you want.

Not in here to steal.

Oh!

Oh!

And if you happen to find the famous Mr. Dumas, would you tell him from me?

I'll have me money or I'll have his skin.

Why didn't you take it to Chasworth in the first place?

I considered it.

And?

Well, I thought you might think it off win.

Off win.

Mm-hmm.

The idea that the Prussians might be using a popular novel is a cave-based book.

I hardly think that even Chasworth would consider the possibility of breaking far an intelligence

code of a precious notion in the back end.

Dear Dumas, I am back in Paris.

I need to talk to you originally about something of the utmost importance.

Who do I?

The 300 francs he borrowed from me.

Oh, you know Alexander.

Every inch of him.

He owes you money too.

You have beautiful eyes.

I-I really need to be going so do you?

Half of Paris is looking for the bear.

The bear?

Mm-hmm.

That's what we call him.

The street girls?

He's big and hairy and loves honey.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

He's big and hairy and loves honey.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

I think it's a little bit too bad.

Mm-hmm.

I'm sorry, Mr. Goodis, I haven't the slightest notion watching.

I know it sounds complicated, but it's really quite straightforward.

With the addition, then, deduction of selective...

Oh, Mr. Goodis, it is really a very, very simple question.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, uh...

How close am I to solving a codebase?

Yes.

Days?

Weeks?

Hmm...

Could be tonight?

You're that close.

Or it could be...

Next week or next month?

Ah.

I don't mean to pre-varicate miss for, but...

It can come...

Suddenly, uh...

Out of nowhere.

Or...

Never.

Never.

This is one of the most intricate I have ever encountered.

But I am...

Hopeful.

Ah.

It's the goodest...

There is something else we need to discuss.

The matter of security.

Security...

T-D-S...

The divide-in.

Do you have 300 pranks pretty miss you?

You made me do my space you when you find him.

Just 300.

I think I have that.

Oh, miss you.

Please!

Oh, please, miss you, please!

Oh, no!

No, no, no, he played more!

My dear miss Vogue, what a simply, ghastly experience.

Naturally, I knew there would be some degree of danger of risk with anything political

there always is.

But...

Scorpions...

I give you my solemn word as a gentleman that from this moment on you will be in no danger

whatsoever.

You will be protected.

Guarded round the clock.

No harm will befall you.

Rebecca Vogue is still very much alive.

Don't lie to me.

Why would I lie?

Why would I?

I should have cut her throat.

Now they're guarding Goodis.

I should have killed him first.

Impossible.

Impossible.

Phileus Vogue is involved.

Indeed.

He's protecting Goodis.

Perfect.

Perfect.

Of course.

Are you mad?

Of course.

So is he both in our different ways.

It will be his madness against mine.

But you wouldn't understand that.

Would you, Flipkraft, understand what?

That madness has wings.

My dear.

Paris has not been Paris without you.

I drink a bottle.

You don't change.

Come on in.

My brain without brandy is like a room without furniture.

Now welcome back.

You'll have some literature for me.

I thought I could work on a couple of plays.

Now, over the two things we decided last time,

one, we must keep the finger moving.

Right?

Two.

Open the doors.

Open the doors.

Open the doors of the imagination.

The most important thing of all.

Open those doors.

Open those doors.

Go out.

Go out this end of the fields.

Go down into the earth.

Go into the oceans.

Go to the moon.

I have an idea about the moon.

No, no, no.

Forget about the moon.

I'm very interested in the moon.

Well, if it isn't literature,

what else is it that's so important that you scour Paris for me?

It's complex.

When you, when is it ever simple?

Do you remember when we first met and got very, very drunk together?

You told me you were a spy.

I never tell the truth when I'm drunk.

It was the truth, wasn't it?

You were a spy.

But there are some things that we do not discuss.

We need to talk privately.

Is there something we can go?

My rules.

I've met the council here.

Yeah?

Hell's breath.

Yeah.

She said, um,

she meets her rent for your skin.

Well, in that case,

why don't we go and pay her,

I rent.

Oh, me?

Well, you, my dear Faye.

After all, I don't have a suit.

Thank you.

You were done nearly done for.

Scopian.

I'm seen.

I should have informed you.

Damn, right, you should have.

Who knew about this business?

Naturally, Goodis.

Though he is without doubt the most circumspect man I've ever met.

Well, who's protecting Goodis?

Phileas.

Sir.

Sir.

You told fog about the code and not me.

Well, I...

That...

Callow youth.

Wasn't him...

Verne.

In you too?

You see...

Damn nerve you've got!

I shall send some men over.

You should be quite safe with Phileas then.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Miss, for this.

I have checked it is not a cleverly disguised bomb.

This should help speed things up.

Excellent.

Oh.

Thank you, Phogue.

It's my pleasure, Miss. Goodis.

You must find a safe house for you.

Oh, that won't be necessary.

You may try again.

Men like that.

Scorpion.

Of course.

Must be ten years ago.

Rome.

The Brazilian ambassador.

A scorpion.

Cavua.

Who is Cavua?

French.

North African.

He's a very dangerous man.

He must be working for the Prussians.

It has to be him.

If it is,

Cavua is a man with reputation to protect.

He will try again.

He has to to save face.

Good.

Good.

I should like a quiet moment with Missio Cavua.

Sometimes, Rebecca.

You step too close to the edge.

Sometimes.

Some of us have to.

Come.

I beg your pardon.

I thought you were alone, sir.

Miss Fogg is just leaving.

Miss Fogg.

Mr. Flipkraft.

Rebecca.

We put ourselves at risk in different ways.

You and I.

Words.

How I love words.

Especially my own.

When I worked,

from a French government,

I used that book as the beast for a cold.

It was half a lifetime ago.

Prussian intelligence also seemed to love your words.

They're using the code half a life later.

I'm surprised those cheeseheads understand it.

Do you remember the code?

Well, my memory isn't what it was.

Well, perhaps a little, uh,

could sweep away the years.

Well, that is entirely possible.

Give me the welcome.

Code, my dear fee,

is brilliant and yet simple.

Impossible to break.

Attribute, I believe,

to the genius of the man who devised it.

Me.

Mr. Thomas.

Mr. Thomas.

Mr. Goodis, can you hear me?

Mr. Goodis.

Damn!

Oh.

Thank you, Paul.

When I pleasure Mr. Goodis.

Thank you.

I am waiting for this.

Mr. Goodis.

I give you my solemn word.

I give you my solemn word as a gentleman.

But from this moment on,

you will be in no danger.

You will be in no danger whatsoever.

You will be protected.

There should help speed things up.

No harm.

You'll befalling.

Oh, man.

Master, thank you, Paul.

Master.

I kill them.

No, no, no.

You must not say this.

The poison?

I've been painted onto the page edges.

He licked his fingers to turn the pages.

Carver I must have known,

watched him in libraries.

Thank you, Paul.

Why are you thanking yourself?

Because I hand him the means of his own death,

and he thanks me!

Let's go for a walk.

Let's go out for a walk.

Breathe up the air.

Look at the sky.

Listen to the birds.

Smell the flowers, this?

Let's get drunk.

Drunk as comes together, yes?

Then, Passpartou will tell you about the time

you were talking backwards for a week.

You have run this is not the time.

I know this one.

Miss Chibetou, he has a word.

Shut your mouth, son.

When that is the best time you should do my...

Uh, tomorrow morning?

Tomorrow morning.

Your tomorrow sounds as suspect.

As a virtue.

It's your.

We have my promise as a gentleman.

My promise as a gentleman.

Three thousand francs by noon.

Tomorrow.

All right, we'll cut you a new smile.

I know.

At the moment.

A way out of this nightmare seems lost to you.

But it will come to an end.

It will face.

Would you tell Passpartou that a part of Darcheling

would not go amiss?

I know Alexander, do you, Mom?

I think we should go to Paris and talk to him.

He may know something about this code,

but I thought do my long debt.

No, I can't imagine an amor full of life.

Perhaps a little less, uh, mobile than he wants,

but still writing, fighting, drinking, and auring?

I haven't seen him in some time.

I could go ahead and locate him.

Good.

How will you find him?

Just follow the trail of creditors.

Well, we should be on our way to Paris.

We can leave after the meeting.

I don't understand this meeting with Chatsworth.

He's been concerned.

Chatsworth, concerned about me,

to be ridiculous. He loaths me.

Rubbish.

Look, the only thing Chatsworth is even remotely concerned about is his career.

Flip craft, said.

Flip craft?

Ah, flip craft.

Odious little reptile.

Did he set this meeting up?

No!

No!

No!

No!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, please, Mr. Rebecca,

no, no, no, no, no, no.

You're not dead!

Oh, you're shot.

You're shot and there's no blood.

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

Goodness dying, Henry.

No doubt.

You were supposed to be protecting him as clearly as far.

I am sorry about Miss Fogg.

Some beauty wasted, but she had to die.

You understand, we are much the same.

No, Capua.

We are not much the same.

You live in your own personal underworld.

You are a moral leper.

That is not polite.

The mesmerism of mortality.

Mortality.

Rebecca said you were a shadow.

A shadow's shadow.

What are you waiting for?

When I kill you,

fill his fog,

I want to see your eyes.

I want to be looking into your eyes

just before you slide into oblivion.

Oh, God.

Oh, God, God.

You, you ran away.

Miss Rebecca, just shot.

There! Not so dead, but you were gone.

Is it all right, Pasma II?

No, no, it's not all right.

Not because you know you're not dead.

He doesn't know that.

Who's on you?

What?

Because, Pasma II, I knew she was wearing that.

What? That?

Fillius designed this for me and had it made.

Why, Paspa II didn't make it for you?

I'm sorry, Paspa II.

Do you think that Paspa II can't make this thing?

No.

This bullet was meant for your heart.

At least she has one.

You're up. Good.

Shh.

Shh. Not so loud.

Ah.

Ah.

Breakfast?

What happened to you last night?

Somebody put something in my drink.

Oh, what was that?

Oh, God.

I don't think I'll ever find anything again.

How could you live in such a squalor?

I like squalor.

It helps me think.

Oh, oh.

What happened to your beautiful house?

I sold it to an American dentist.

Oh, oh.

I don't know, Rebecca. I don't know.

I don't know. I only saw him briefly in the street before the shooting.

He was dressed as a beggar.

But even so, he made an impression.

What was it?

It was the eyes. They were chilling.

They were the eyes of a man.

He had within him this strange, unmanageable rage against the world.

He could have killed me, but he didn't.

What?

He had a gun to my head.

Why didn't he?

I don't know.

I think he's saving me for later.

Like a spider wrapping a fly in it.

It's silk.

I mean, the man's clearly in the street.

I don't know.

My comprised ofito useful22, what the...

Since the pandemic did not tell you all.

Sam, do you have to bother me?

Exactly.

oblone.

Yes.

Yes.

I don't think I am.

But then fear can be a friend.

I am engaged in a project of enormous importance.

My agenda is to you.

This is the loose fog.

The bucket fog and that's past prison.

Yes, well, fear.

These hyenas in hats are my predators.

All right gentlemen, you will be paid in full tomorrow morning.

To the last soot, you'll have my word.

There's a gentleman alone.

No, no, no.

Thank you.

Take this.

If you'll excuse me, sirs, I'm so sorry, but I must just take this gentleman away.

These bills will be honored by Lord Fuffington fog.

Fuffington fog.

Told you it's a fuffington fog.

Told you it's a fuffington fog.

Yes.

Yes, just as soon as I can get to my parish bank and make a super-

It's a good day.

Who is this Fuffington fog?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Good luck.

Go back.

Go back to the town of legal.

What?

Ha ha ha ha.

Will you please tell me how it works?

I can tell if I watch this at all.

There's your friend Dumont, babe, like this with all women.

There you go.

That's only those fortune left in these beautiful Rebecca.

Oh, yes.

Maybe you can.

He appears to lack all the core.

And she appears not the mind of the least.

Ha ha ha!

Yeah!

Another bottle.

Coming up.

Oh dear.

She makes me so proud.

Go.

Go.

Ha ha.

Oh dear.

She's so sorry.

What the...

I'm gonna do that.

I drew the glue out entirely vague.

Your tomorrow has come and gone, Miss.

But at least it is midday.

You have the money.

As you're but too, I wasn't this very present moment engaging in a party.

You have the money.

Alexander, who are these?

Shut your mouth for.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

If we see any of you again,

I will shoot you.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Then don't come back!

Oh my god!

Rebecca, come with me.

Me.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

What are we doing?

Down to hell, my dear.

Ha ha.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Your credit is in hell too, do I?

Oh, scratch yourself.

I owe him one black song.

What is that?

And...

The Phoenix.

Stones.

Two stones.

Odd.

Decidedly odd, Paspe two.

I know, Master.

I look for an engine.

And the only thing I find is...

A giant marble?

And what an old chest. Inside there were these plannas.

There's a tunnel or a fly.

I don't know.

You've built it, but you have no idea what it does.

I have spent every penny I have.

I have spent every penny that I do not have.

And I have no idea what it is or what it is supposed to do.

I became obsessed with it.

It has bankrupted me.

This is extraordinary.

But most extraordinary is the signature.

The author of these drawings.

The X-Fader Knight.

Just make it out.

Richelieu.

Cardinal Richelieu?

He's drawing just certainly signed by him.

The Phoenix is Richelieu's revenge.

He has destroyed me from beyond the grave.

Where's Paspe two?

Paspe two.

What you do?

That's my hat.

Now where's this bastard?

Dima!

I want my body back!

Rebecca!

Cosmetoo's in trouble.

Please!

You're truly free, I can rule this.

I don't like that!

There's a few of them in your bag!

Paspe two, what the hell are you doing?

I don't know!

Come on, I got the wrong one!

I don't know.

Go, go, go, go!

Oh no, Paspe two, what the do, do, do, do stop this!

It's a time machine.

Well, at least we're going backwards.

And that is a damn pointless place to be.

It's an aquatic store that a 17th century cleric is capable of designing machine.

Oh, be quiet, then.

Do you know there's something about you that's not quite right?

The 1620s.

Remember your history?

Ah, the three Musketeers.

And Cardinal Richer, the butcher of Paris.

Madame de Feis was to meet me,

find her, and bring her to me.

Check the end of the street.

You've got to play.

Strangely, of course.

Oh, my God, yes!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

But they don't seem to notice that close.

This is carnival.

It's timeless.

You do it a pinch, my Paspe for 17th century, but in this thing,

I'm going to stand out like a woman of combat.

Oh, who's that for two?

Again, trying to find out how to work this.

This.

Leave us.

Wheels.

Grok.

More wheels.

It's like a blind man in a dark room looking for a black cat that is not there.

All right, let's start from the beginning.

Go, go, go!

Go, go, go!

Go, go, go!

Go, go, go!

Go, go, go!

Go, go, go, go!

Go, go, go, go!

Go, go, go!

Madame Dolph V.

I think there must be some mistake.

I, uh...

Oh, you see these aren't my clothes.

I...

I borrowed them.

She must be someone, man.

And then she can't have just vanished.

Please, follow me.

Whoa!

We'll be with you shortly.

Wonderful.

And middling, immiscile servant of mine has left a stranded two centuries behind our own time.

And that reckless, irresponsible cousin of mine has decided to vanish.

Wonderful.

That is the child about to become a boy.

That boy is about to become a man.

A guardian's ward about to become a king.

If fate so decrees.

Arbud then!

I have a shaming difficulty with fate.