All language subtitles for The Man From Uncle - 3x9 - The Come With Me to The Casbah Affair-eng

Pierrot!

Pierrot.

- Colonel Hamid, effendi.
- More grapes.

Oh, the grapes. Oui. Yes.

Ah, the grapes, effendi.

Ah, I can go to lunch now, eh?

"The bird of time has
but a little way to fly.

And lo! The bird
is on the wing."

The bird? Heh.

- He's a bit in a hurry, huh?
- He's hungry, Ali. Strange.

Pierrot used to bring his
lunch in a paper bag every day.

These days, Pierrot
has more on his mind.

Pierrot? A woman? Oh, nonsense.

By the beard of my
ancestor, it is true.

She runs the bistro at the
corner. Her name is Janine.

This is our best.

Yes, monsieur?

The rain in Spain falls
softly on the Alhambra...

the alcazar and the
entire city of Toledo.

I beg your pardon.

- The rain in Spain falls...
- Oh, you're the one Pierrot's expecting.

Sit down. He'll be
here in a moment.

- May I get you anything?
- Ah, yes.

I'll have, uh, one rakat lokum.

One number three, over easy.

Oh, by special courier.

From Thrush Central.

Peel me a pomegranate,
will you, Ali?

The, uh, third one from
the left looks very juicy.

Mm-hm.

Janine, is there a
man...? A man...?

Giving the Spanish
weather report? Yes, inside.

How dare you?
What are you doing?

I'm sorry, Janine, I
couldn't help myself.

- Janine, look, look...
- Let me go. People are looking.

Janine, that man, he will give
me a million francs for this book.

I always said, one day you
would float away at high tide, but...

- What is it?
- It's a book of 14th-century poetry.

And that's worth
a million francs?

"Whereupon Ali Baba,
without his 40 thieves...

stole silently into the night."

Get me the code book. Hurry.

- Which one is the code book?
- The Hafiz.

Second shelf from the bottom.

Fourteenth-century,
first edition.

Rivière binding with a design of
crushed rose petals on the cover.

There is only one copy of Hafiz.

There is nothing in it...

but this:

"Lonely? Call Fatima's
Friendship Club.

Make friends any hour
of the day or night."

That's what it says.

I daresay that Pierrot
took it with him.

Very bright, Pierrot is not,
but conscientious, he is.

He knows how
important that book is...

and he just does not
want to let it out of his sight.

- Shall I fetch him?
- No, no, let us go together.

I must admit I'm
a little curious.

You say that she's,
uh, very, uh... eh?

Come.

What's going on, monsieur? What
have you been telling him anyway?

- Mademoiselle?
- I am Pierrot La Mouche.

- You know, "The rain in Spain"?
- Oh, I see. I am Illya Kuryakin.

- Do you have the merchandise?
- Yes, I have it right here.

But, first, please, huh? Tell her how
much you're going to give me for this.

Certainly. One million francs.

Ha!

That is, if the book is
what he claims it to be.

Oh, it is. The poetry of Hafiz,
14th-century. It's in mint condition.

Look, it's the personal
copy of Colonel Hamid.

You have the money?

- I think you're both drunk on hashish.
- An U.N.C.L.E. agent.

Pierrot, you! And my Hafiz!

Why, you traitor. You
double-dealer, you!

Colonel Hamid!

Stop it! Stop it! I
run a decent place.

The rain in Spain...

is olive oil.

Oh. Another intercept
from Thrush Central.

Get me Mr. Solo in Algiers.

It's too bad they didn't put you in
a cast. I could have autographed it.

Very amusing.

Tell me, Napoleon, why don't these
things ever happen to you anymore?

Well, for one thing, I never
stand under falling objects.

It's time for your shot now.

Uh, later, if you
don't mind, doctor.

Of course, effendi.

Solo here.

Good afternoon, Mr. Solo.
How is Mr. Kuryakin?

He's doing well,
considering the size...

of the olive-oil jar
that fell on his head.

I don't think he'll
be here long.

Incidentally, the U.N.C.L.E. health-plan
card should take care everything.

Excellent. Well, you'll give
Mr. Kuryakin our best, won't you?

Uh, Mr. Solo, we've had a
message from Pierrot La Mouche.

That's wonderful. Where is he?

He's holed up somewhere in
the native quarter of Algiers.

You know, the casbah.

That's where he grew up.

He says you won't have
any difficulty finding him.

- In the casbah?
- Exactly.

As soon as you enter
the casbah, he'll spot you.

He's not only eager
to complete the deal...

but, uh, he's
attached a condition.

He not only wants
the million francs...

but he wants the
guaranteed companionship...

of a young woman named Janine.

- Janine? ILLYA:
The girl in the bistro.

Oh, yes. Well, I'll get to
her right away, Mr. Waverly.

No. No, Mr. Solo, that's
just what you will not do.

U.N.C.L.E. is not a
lonely-hearts bureau, you know?

You must explain that to
this La Mouche character.

And get that code book.

All right, I'll do my best.

Well, better than your best,
if you don't mind, Mr. Solo.

The code signals we've
picked up from Thrush Central...

indicate that something
very big may be in the air.

Getting our hands on that
code book within hours...

is absolutely imperative.

Yes, sir.

See you.

You can, uh, give
him the shot now.

Where are you going?

Well, this is the
casbah, isn't it?

Ha, oui, monsieur.

But the casbah is not a
place for a casual stroll.

At least, not for a
well-dressed stranger.

This happens to
be my oldest suit.

And it's hardly a casual stroll.

I'm looking for a gentleman
named Pierrot La Mouche.

Oh, at your service, sir.

Secret mission, perhaps?

It was. I was told he
wouldn't be too difficult to find.

Who has misled you so, monsieur?

The casbah is a
community of fugitives.

It has been for 2000 years.

Even that won't
help you in there.

Believe me.

Where the casbah
begins, the law ends.

Hey!

Have pity on a poor blind man.

In the name of Allah, the
all-seeing and compassionate.

Have pity on a poor blind man.

In the name of Allah, the
all-seeing and compassionate.

In the name of Allah, the...

In the name of Allah, the
all-seeing and compassionate.

Have pity on a poor, blind man.

It is written, Allah favors
the compassionate.

Merci. Long will you be remembered indeed
as a generous companion to the faithful.

Solo, effendi.

How did you know my name?

How does the crane know
when summer comes to the north?

How does the arrow know how
to sink into the heart of its target?

I was told what you look like.

Come.

I'll take you to him who
awaits. Pierrot La Mouche.

Come with me.

Uh, put this on.

May I use mine?

What's that saying
about the, uh...?

Blind leading the blind?
- Mm-hm.

I thought it might
occur to you, monsieur.

- Hmm.
- Now, this way.

So you will not bring
Janine to me, eh?

No, Mr. Waverly is sensitive
about things like that.

He's from Boston, you know.

Listen, I... I want the money. I
only risk my life because of Janine.

To give her something.
To get her to Paris.

To rescue her from
that shabby bistro.

Well, couldn't you send her
a message to join us here?

No, no, no. She
doesn't believe me.

She still think I lied to
her about all the money.

With that much lack of mutual
trust, it may be all for the best.

You wouldn't be
happy together anyway.

Happy? My happiness has
nothing to do with it, monsieur.

Giving her the life which she deserves,
for which she works so hard, monsieur.

That's my happiness, eh?

- You tell that to Waverly.
- No.

Though we have a difficult
situation with Thrush...

and though we need
that book desperately...

there are some things that we
do and some things we do not do...

and that is one of them.

And I'm sorry we couldn't do
business together, Monsieur La Mouche.

Un moment, Monsieur Solo,
we will do business together.

Then you will forget about
the girl and go on to...?

We go on to nothing, monsieur.
And you go on to nothing.

Until Janine is brought here,
you do not leave the casbah.

Effendi, darling. I dedicated
that you on the altar of our love.

"Whereupon Ali Baba
without his 40 thieves...

stole silently into the night."

What can that mean?

Oh, effendi is troubled?

An important message from
Thrush, and I can't tell what about.

Maybe it is my full-length sable djellaba
that you ordered from the commissary.

I don't know. The code
book has been stolen.

- Effendi!
- Hmm.

It could mean a raise in pay
or another job assignment.

How many times have I told you to
knock, or rattle the beads at least?

Effendi, effendi.

I heard everything at
the hospital. Everything.

Oh, that's good.

I found Pierrot. He
went to the casbah.

Oh, that's bad. Pierrot's
a child of the casbah.

We'll never find him there with
all those friends and relatives.

No, that is good. I
have found him, effendi.

I followed Solo, and they
took Solo where Pierrot is.

That's still bad. To know where
Pierrot is in the casbah is one thing.

To spring him out of the
casbah is an impossibility.

And he has our book,
our precious code book.

Oh, that worm.

That offspring of an
insect. When I trusted him...

Ah...

A million francs is
a big deal of money.

It tempted him.

Of what use is money to Pierrot?
To me, yes, and even to you.

But to Pierrot? No.

Without the knowledge of the
pleasures that money brings...

Oh, men with money, can
often win the heart of a woman.

Oh, not I, effendi. I am loyal.

No woman would
ever look at Pierrot.

- Effendi, the girl at the bistro.
- Who?

Janine. Janine Durant.

She wouldn't look at
that little runt, that beetle.

If he had a fortune...

Oh, a woman can
be that low, alas.

Of course. You
must be right, Ali.

She was the only
change in his life lately.

And if she is the cause,
she is also the solution.

We can't capture
him in the casbah.

Therefore, it follows that we
must lure him out of the casbah.

And what do we use for bait?
What is our only possible bait?

- The girl, Janine?
- Janine.

We get the girl tonight, Ali.

I don't understand.

No hypodermics have been
ordered for you, Mr. Kuryakin.

Unless perhaps,
uh, you have anemia.

How is your blood?

Racing.

How do you keep your
skin so soft, Mr. Kuryakin?

Olive oil.

Lots of olive oil.

Uh, do you have something
for an upset stomach?

Oh, I'll see.

- Napoleon?
- Illya, how do you feel?

I feel fine.

I've just had an alcohol rub, and I
think she's gonna powder me next.

Hmm, well, I need
you immediately.

Napoleon, my
pores are still open.

You've got to find that
girl and bring her here.

Stop talking in riddles.
Bring who where?

Uh, Janine to Pierrot's
place in the casbah.

You won't have any
trouble finding us.

There's this blind beggar
who isn't really blind...

Well, uh, anyway, you'll
be able to get here all right.

Mr. Waverly isn't
going to like this.

Couldn't you get Pierrot to
surrender the book without the girl?

I can't even get
Pierrot to surrender me.

Now, I'm counting
on you, effendi.

- Don't you always?
- Hmm.

Monsieur Kuryakin, what
are you doing out of bed?

- I'm getting my clothes.
- You can't have them.

Oh, yes, I can. Will you
hand them over, please?

I won't.

If you won't, I shall
leave without them.

Ha. You wouldn't dare.

Oh, wouldn't I?

Monsieur Kuryakin. Oh.

- Mademoiselle. JANINE: You
again. Oh, no, I won't have it.

- Get out of here, monsieur!
- Gently, please. I'm still an invalid.

It's a wonder I wasn't
killed. I take it you're insured?

Me? Insured? You wouldn't sue...

Here, drink this,
it will build you up.

Thank you. I just came to
deliver Pierrot's message.

He's in the casbah. He
wants you to join him.

In the casbah? Good.

He should never have left.
That's where he belongs.

After what happened, I wouldn't
join him in a cup of coffee.

- And you may tell him that.
- Mademoiselle, he worships you.

- Pierrot, what?
- He loves you.

You did get a jolt from
that oil jar, monsieur.

Love? Pierrot never said a
word of love to me in his life.

Love is not in his vocabulary.

If Colonel Hamid's men
capture him, they will kill him.

- They will?
- They will, indeed.

Janine, you can save him.

Come with me to the casbah...
- Quickly!

No, Mr. Kuryakin. Mademoiselle
Durant will come with us.

Oh, do not break
my place again. Oh.

What's up there? JANINE: A
way into the hotel next door.

The hotel. They
must be in there.

Quickly. In the hotel.

Monsieur, what can I do for you?

A man and a young woman,
did they come in here?

A man and a young woman?
Were they married, monsieur?

Of course not, you fool.

Then you may be sure
they did not come here.

This is a respectable
establishment.

They couldn't
have gotten very far.

Ali, I want you to make sure that
the entire neighborhood is sealed off.

- She must not escape.
- I'll see to it at once.

Oh. Oh, thank you, monsieur.

So that was your husband, hmm?

No wonder you prefer the blonde one.
- Oh!

- Oh, no, you don't understand.
- Ah, but I understand too well.

It just so happens I
have one room available.

A beautiful room.
And very, very private.

You said you run
a respectable place.

And an equally discreet one,
madame. That I guarantee.

- Come, shall we see?
- Oh, no.

I think, under the
circumstances...

my love...

Thrush Central will have
my head on a platter, Ali.

How could we let
that girl get away?

I live a good, clean life. What
have I done to deserve this?

- Effendi?
- The girl escaped.

What do we do now? I don't know.

Get to Pierrot. What else?

In the casbah? Those vermin
will never let us near him.

Oh, and they'd better not,
because if I ever get my hands on...

Oh, effendi, no.

It is not your beautiful strong hands
that are needed at this moment.

But perhaps my little weak ones.
- Hmm?

- The situation is desperate, no?
- Uh-huh.

You must get Pierrot
and the book, no?

And Pierrot is susceptible to women, no?
- Yes, but...

Then I am the one that can get
Pierrot and the book from the casbah.

Oh, well, he has a
girl already, who...

Oh, a man may
have a thousand girls.

But he has never known a
woman until he has known Ayesha.

Effendi, she's right.

Pierrot doesn't know women.
He doesn't know anything.

What Ayesha couldn't
do for him in a few hours...

How do you know? Where
do you get your knowledge?

Naturally, a task
such as this...

is repugnant to a girl of my
delicate and refined sensibilities.

But for my effendi, whom
I love, worship and obey...

I would do anything.

I owe you 50,000
francs, Pierrot La Mouche.

Here. This good
anywhere in the casbah.

I don't understand this.

I teach you how to play belote,
and you win all the money.

Well, lucky at love, unlucky
at cards. Same thing, really.

Yes, and I'm not
lucky at either of them.

Luck changes, Pierrot.

Excuse me.

- Solo here.
- Napoleon, it's Illya.

Where are you?

- I'm in a hotel room with Janine.
- With Janine?

Don't worry, U.N.C.L.E. agents
are gentlemen at all times.

Listen, it's not safe to
leave here right now.

The place is surrounded
with Hamid's boys.

We won't be able to
be there till morning.

Till morning?

Till morning.

Well, ugh, all right, uh...

By that time, I'll probably be able to win
back a major part of the million francs.

I beg your pardon.

Hmm, uh, never mind. Take care.

Pierrot.

- Yes?
- There is a woman below to see you.

She says she has a
message from Janine.

But that cannot be.
She's with his friend.

It's a trap of some kind. Thrush
obviously knows you're here.

- Ayesha.
- What? What's that?

Ayesha, that's the most famous
belly dancer in all of North Africa.

Also the girlfriend
of Colonel Hamid.

I have never met her, but I have
seen her dance from the balcony.

Ooh, nice vantage point.

Does she know you?

How would someone like
that know someone like me?

She has never laid eyes on me.

Then this is our big
opportunity, isn't it?

What, effendi?

Don't you think we ought to
find out why she was sent here?

What? She was
sent here to kill me.

Well, she wouldn't
even come close to you.

Take off your clothes. From
now on, I'll be Pierrot La Mouche.

Hmm.

Ahem. I think you ought to
have your eyes examined.

They're not my
glasses. I stole them.

Ah!

Send the lady up.

I am Ayesha.

Hello.

I am Pierrot.

The shortwave, Ali, quickly.

You will report this
to Thrush Central?

Of course not.
You think I'm mad?

What Thrush Central does
not know won't hurt them.

But what I don't
know could prove fatal.

Why did they tell me you were
so little and ugly and insignificant...

when you are so
young and handsome?

Did, uh, the colonel send
you here to tell me that?

Effendi, it's not
Pierrot's voice.

Oh, you have guessed
my true mission.

How perceptive.

I told the colonel it was ridiculous
for me to attempt to influence you.

What man in his right mind
would give up a million francs?

Even for the arms of a
beautiful woman such as myself.

Hmm, your arms are
beautiful, mademoiselle, but...

- Oh, call me Ayesha.
- Ayesha, yes, uh...

Well, uh, there is one
thing that I must tell you.

You're right. It is not
Pierrot that she is talking to.

But then, who is it?

It's that other
U.N.C.L.E. agent.

Solo.

Ahem, uh, you see, there
is, uh, another woman.

Oh, not another woman, darling.
Janine. Oh, yes, I know about her.

Oh, she knows nothing
of how to please a man.

How to make his life a
veritable pinwheel of delights.

- Hmm.
- Oh, Pierrot.

You have never
known a real woman.

Uh, yes, uh, you're right.

I have had a sheltered life.

But, uh, you are a
real woman, hmm?

There's still the matter
of the million francs.

Oh, you foolish boy. You could
have both me and the money.

If U.N.C.L.E. is willing to pay
a million francs for the book.

Then is it not possible that
Hamid would pay even more?

You mean, I can have
my cake and eat it too?

Hmm, yes, of course.

If I could sell the book to Hamid, then
I could return to you with the money.

And we could go away
together, Pierrot, just you and I.

We could go to Beirut.

Oh, darling, life there
is so bright, so gay.

It would be heaven with you.

And for you, it
would be paradise.

Oh, don't you think Colonel
Hamid might take offense?

Ugh, that pig.

I have long wearied of him.

Besides, he doesn't
appreciate me.

Not as you would, my sweet.

Uh, Ayesha, can I trust you?

Come into my arms, my darling.

And you shall see.

What's wrong with
it? Why can't we hear?

It's not the receiver.

Something must be covering
the microphone at her end.

Ali.

What's that?

They're summoning the
faithful to morning prayer.

Oh.

Somewhere out
there, Pierrot's praying.

Praying for what, I wonder.

Happiness. His and yours.

Heh, what would he say
if he could see us now?

- I won't tell if you won't.
- Oh, I won’t, believe me.

Breakfast, monsieur.

Coffee and croissants.

And for the young lady, a
geranium from my own flower pot.

Thank you. Uh, did
those men come back?

Uh, the young lady's
husband? No, monsieur.

And if he does, I'll
send him away again.

Good. Uh, would you
call us a taxi, please?

- Are you leaving so soon?
- Yes, I'm afraid we have to.

You see, the young lady,
she has a PTA meeting.

He saw me like this. If
he should tell Pierrot...

Does it matter? You said you
didn't care that much for him.

Oh, I don't, but I
dreamed of him last night.

Monsieur Kuryakin, why would a
man go through all this terrible danger...

steal that book,
risk his life for me?

Oh, because he's a
fool or mad or in love.

And in Pepé's case,
I'd say a bit of all three.

And now he's hidden in the
casbah, with men after him to kill him.

- Well, they're after us too, you know.
- I know.

But somehow, I'm
more worried for him.

Ayesha.

Effendi, effendi?

Effendi?

There you are.

Guess who's back,
bringing you a big surprise.

I have something for my effendi.

But you must give me
something in return. Is it a bargain?

Bargain?

It is indeed, you desert witch!

You she-devil.

I'll teach you to betray
me, you gutter scum!

Oh, what are you doing?
Have you gone mad?

I have the book, the Hafiz.
- Effendi, stop.

I'll kill you, I'll drag
you through the streets!

It's the Hafiz, the Hafiz.

What've I done that you
should treat me this way?

- You have betrayed me.
- Betrayed you?

Did you not send me to Pierrot
to get the book of Hafiz's poems?

- Have I not brought them back?
- But you were out all night, Ayesha.

Well, it's a long walk.

Have you ever tried to get a
taxi in the casbah after midnight?

- What is it?
- You great silly heifer.

You took the wrong book!

It is the book. It is the
Hafiz. Look. See? Hafiz.

The Hafiz, yes, but not
the 14th-century edition.

The only edition we
use for the code book...

of which there are only two
copies in the entire world.

- But last night, he said...
- Who said?

Pierrot La Mouche. He even read
a great deal of it out loud to me.

Beautifully.

He's not at all like
you said he would be.

As a matter of
fact, he's quite nice.

Of course, my darling.

Because you were not
with Pierrot La Mouche.

You were reading poetry with
that double-dealing, two-timing...

womanizing Napoleon
Solo, an U.N.C.L.E. agent.

Oh, I've been brutally
used, deceived.

Thank heavens, I didn't let
that deceptive villain go too far.

What is that?

Well, it's, uh, an
U.N.C.L.E. communicator.

- In here?
- No.

By a happy mischance, the shortwave
is coming through via your girdle.

- My girdle?
- Yes.

Let us see if we can guess
whose voice we'll hear next.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Nobody has any reason to be that
cheerful this early in the morning.

- Or have you?
- Pierrot.

No, moon of my delight.
Solo. Napoleon Solo.

Last night, I had wired you for sound.
The microphone was in your girdle.

And where is your
girdle now, hmm?

Well, the breakfast
was excellent...

and we'll be out of here as
soon as we can get a taxi.

Ali, that man fibbed to us.
They are in the hotel. Quick!

All right, uh, take a taxi cab to
the main entrance to the casbah...

and Pierrot will arrange
things from there.

Right. What about you?
Have you made any progress?

Fine, yeah. Excellently.

Fine.

I had no trouble finding
you a cab, monsieur.

It's right outside.

Don't do anything foolish,
Mr. Kuryakin. You are surrounded.

You want to go to
the casbah, eh? No.

I think, mademoiselle, that
you will bring the casbah to us.

Something with boiling
pomegranate oil in it?

- Do you fancy that, Mr. Kuryakin?
- You monster, you animal.

My dear...

if you call me names,
you are only tempting fate.

I would far rather be doing
this to you, believe me.

Except that you are, after all, for
the moment, a valuable commodity.

Because you are the one who is going
to tempt Pierrot out of the casbah for me.

So you can kill him? Never!

Well, if you don't, we will all be
witness to a very unhappy hour...

in the life Monsieur Kuryakin.

Will you pass me those
red-hot pincers, my dear?

Oh, no, no, no!

What do you want me to do?

You will write a
little letter to Pierrot...

telling him to meet you
outside the gates of the casbah.

With the book.

Illya, come in. Where are you?

Why they're not here, eh? It
doesn't take this long to cross the city.

Hamid has got them. He's
got them. Janine, Janine.

Don't leap to conclusions now.
Mr. Kuryakin is a very competent operative.

Which is more than
you are, Monsieur Solo.

Everything you promised has
not developed, no promises.

The only thing you've
succeeded in doing is...

Ahem, well, the impetuous child
seems to have forgotten something.

She has forgotten, huh?

Hamid has forgotten
nothing. Look at that.

She was bugged.

That means that was on the bed
when Illya contacted me from the hotel.

Hamid heard everything we
said and heard where they were.

And captured them! I told you
that. He captured them. I knew it.

Pierrot.

It's Janine's handwriting. I knew
it, he has her. Hamid has her.

Pierrot, now, wait a second.
Wait, this is a trap. Now...

He'll kill you and the girl.

Monsieur Kuryakin.

Mr. Kuryakin,
what are you doing?

You're going to burn
yourself to a crisp.

Theoretically, this rope
should burn through before I do.

I hope.

Good, good, excellent.

Pierrot is on his way to the casbah
gates. Let's get the girl, quick.

They're coming.

Ah, my dear, one should
never discount true love.

You will be happy
to learn that our good

Pierrot is prepared
to sacrifice anything...

just as long as we
don't sacrifice you.

Oh, no, you'll kill him.

Of course. But he
does not know that.

Oh, and it will be a
happy death. In your arm.

Just like the
last act of Aïda...

which happens to
be my favorite opera.

Do you agree, Monsieur Kurya...?

You fool, you ruined everything.
Why didn't you keep your eyes open?

You know those U.N.C.L.E.
men cannot be trusted.

I'll kill them both. I'll shoot
them both down like dogs.

Oh, no, you don't. You are
not going to open that door.

You are not going to shoot anybody,
because we do not have the time.

Pierrot is almost at the casbah
gates and we must get there.

Pierrot won't come out of the
casbah unless the girl is there.

Effendi, what's
wrong? The car is here.

Daughter of a camel,
you have a blonde wig?

- What are you doing now? ILLYA:
That's an oubliette, a trap door.

The colonel probably used this
for getting rid of bad customers...

persistent bill collectors
and old girlfriends.

My coat.

- Stop, you can't go out there.
- Don't try to stop me, I warn you.

Don't be a fool, Pierrot.
Give me that book.

No, it's all I have
to save her life.

You can save her life.

Hamid will kill you and Janine the
moment he has his hands on that.

The only chance you have of
saving her is by not going out.

There they are.

I see him. He's
up there, effendi.

He won't believe it. I don't
even have the right color lipstick.

He'll believe it. Bury
your face in this.

And tremble.

Mon dieu, he has a
gun pointed to her head.

Colonel Hamid, I am
coming down. I have the book.

Pierrot, I must have that book.

If you go down there, you're
signing your death warrant.

If Hamid doesn't shoot you, I'll have
to. Now, give me that book, Pierrot.

Colonel Hamid!

Back out to the chain
and I will throw the book.

Bring the book!

- Pierrot, you're out of your mind.
- I love her, she's my whole life.

- Run to him.
- Janine!

It's Pierrot.

Hurry, get the book.

Look, she's impersonating me.

- Wait, she's a fake.
- Here I am, Pierrot.

It's me! It's me!

Pierrot, it's me.

- It's me, Pierrot.
- Janine.

Pierrot!

Oh, Pierrot, please don't die.

The money. The money.

Give all the money to Janine.

The wish of a dying man.

Do you have the book?

- I don't have the book.
Don't you have it? SOLO: No.

It's gone.

Somebody probably snatched it.

- No doubt to wrap up some smoked squid.
- The book is gone.

I have... I have failed.

I have failed you, Janine.

Don't worry about me, my love.

Please, please,
Pierrot, don't die.

He won't. He's no
more dying than I am.

You... You monster. How can
you? I saw the bullets hit him myself?

He may very well have
been hit, mademoiselle.

But I don't think a cannon
couldn't penetrate this.

As the poet Hafiz
so truly observed...

rhinestones are
boy's best friend.

And that's the, uh, last
I saw of it, Mr. Waverly.

Fortunes of war, Mr. Kuryakin.

And that message
to Colonel Hamid...

I'm afraid it never
will be decoded now.

And it just might be of
earth-shaking importance.

If only I had did
what they asked...

we'd have the money,
we'd be in Paris now.

We found each other, Pierrot.

And that's more important than
Paris or the whole world to me.

Ah, he is the new one.

Ayesha, this is
Mr. Waverly, my, uh, boss.

- I'm charmed.
- Your boss?

Did you see my dance?

Oh, I did, indeed, my dear.
It was quite, uh, Oriental.

Did I hear you discussing
a certain book of poetry?

The 14th-century Hafiz?

Are you interested, Mr. Waverly?
What do you think it's worth?

Well, that depends entirely
on the nature of this message.

You have an honest face. I
trust you to pay me what is right.

Hmm, I should have
known. She had it.

"Colonel Hamid Ibris. Greetings.

Because of gross
incompetence and other failings...

you are hereby
dishonorably discharged.

Regards, Thrush Central."

Heh, I'm sorry.

It is truly written.
Win a few, lose a few.