IVAN: We found the butler. He's hiding out in the remote foothills near Gabelmeister's Peak. Our contact convinced him to meet you midday tomorrow at the observatory on the summit. Tell no one. He'll explain everything.
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JOPLING: I've got to hand it to him. DMITRI ON PHONE: Jesus Christ. JOPLING: I didn't see that coming. Well, what do you want next? DMITRI: Talk to the club-footed sister again, and, this time, be persuasive.
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What's the meaning of this shit? Boy with Apple? I thought you'd hidden it. Why are you only noticing now? I assumed it went to the tax appraiser.
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Are you fucking kidding me? CLOTILDE: Excusez-moi.
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Why, by the way? Is it a soup metaphor?
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DMITRI: Goddamn son of a bitch.
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I don't know.
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Holy fuck!
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Get in.
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Checkpoint 19 ain't no two-bit hoosegow. You got broad-gauge iron bars on every door, vent and window. You got 72 guards on the floor and 16 more in the towers. You got a 325-foot drop into a moat full of crocodiles. But, like the best of them, it's got a soft spot, which in this case happens to take the form of a storm-drain sewer system dating from the time of the original rock fortification way back in the Middle Ages. Now, nobody's saying it's a stroll down a tree-lined promenade with a fine lady and a white poodle, but it's got what you'd call "vulnerability," and that's our bread and butter.
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That's more than I'd pay an actual dealer, and you wouldn't know Chiaroscuro from chicken giblets. No, 1.5 is correct. But I'll tell you what, if I die first, and I most certainly will, you will be my sole heir. There's not much in the kitty except a set of ivory-backed hairbrushes and my library of romantic poetry, but when the time comes, these will be yours, along with whatever we haven't already spent on whores and whiskey. This is our sacred bond. I'll draw it up right now.
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Let's make a solemn blood-pact. We'll contact the black market and liquidate Boy with Apple by the end of the week, then leave the country and lay low somewhere along the Maltese Riviera until the troubles blow over and we resume our posts. In exchange for your help, your loyalty and your services as my personal valet, I pledge to you 1.5% of the net sale price. 1.5? Plus room and board.
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I'm looking for Serge X, a young man in the service of my employer, the family Desgoffe und Taxis of Schloss Lutz.
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Out of this world. GUSTAVE H: Mendl's is the best. Well, back to work. Monsieur Gustave?