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Ah, Inspector Henckels. "By order of the Commissioner of Police, Zubrowka Province, "I hereby place you under arrest for the murder "of Madame Céline Villeneuve Desgoffe und Taxis." I knew there was something fishy. We never got the cause of death. She's been murdered and you think I did it.
The Grand Budapest Hotel
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In the small hours of the evening of 19 October, an individual well-known to the house and staff, a Monsieur Gustave H, did arrive at the Desgoffe und Taxis residence in Lutz and entered by the rear service alley, alerting no one to his presence, and did then proceed by way of back stairs and servants' passage, to deliver himself into the private chambers of Madame D. There is no evidence to indicate whether this visit had been pre-arranged with her or not. The next morning Madame D was found dead by strychnine poisoning. Monsieur Gustave was not observed on the premises again until, of course, 24 hours later. The identity of his accusers is made clear in this notarized deposition. They include, essentially, all members of the extended family, but the key witness who actually ostensibly saw the alleged events appears to have fled the jurisdiction. His whereabouts are currently unknown, but he's being sought and pursued by the relevant authorities. Who is he?
The Grand Budapest Hotel
46s
"My dear and trusted colleagues..." I miss you deeply as I write from the confines of my regrettable and preposterous incarceration. Until I walk amongst you again as a free man, the Grand Budapest remains in your hands, as does its impeccable reputation. Keep it spotless and glorify it. Take extra special care of every little-bitty bit of it as if I were watching over you like a hawk with a horse whip in its talons, because I am. Should I discover a lapse of any variety during my absence, I promise, swift and merciless justice will descend upon you. A great and noble house has been placed under your protection. Tell Zero if you see any funny business. "Your devoted Monsieur Gustave." Then there's a poem, but we might want to start on the soup since it's 46 stanzas.
The Grand Budapest Hotel
19s
"A moist, black ash dampens the filth of a dung-dark rat's nest "and mingles with the thick scent of wood rot "while the lark song of a guttersnipe..." JOPLING: I never trusted that butler. He's too honest. DMITRI ON PHONE: Too honest, you say? JOPLING: Mmm-hmm. Right, well, be that as it may, find him quick and make it snappy.
The Grand Budapest Hotel