Curse of the Pink Panther Page #3

Pardon me, I...

I feel that I know you.

Are you by any chance...

Sheila Swanhill from Petoskey, Michigan?

Well, if not...

Are you her sister,

or in any way related

to the Swanhill family?

Obviously not. If you were,

you would have recognized me by now.

Allow me to introduce myself.

Harley Hamilcar Ill.

I'm in cement.

Did you know that Petoskey

is the cement capital of the world?

Some drunk's trying to pick him up.

She had a cousin named...

Lindtrude.

My name's Derina.

Derina!

You have a lovely voice.

You do

Something to me

Something that

Simply mystifies me

Tell me

Why should it be

You have the power to hypnotize me?

It's getting out of hand.

...live 'neath your spell

Do do that voodoo that you do so well

What are you doing to me?

A real hooker's just joined the party.

What's all this dancing around?

I'm going in.

Not only did you screw up the stakeout,

but another little old lady was mugged.

To make matters worse,

we're the laughing stock

of the whole 28th Precinct,

and by the time those crumbs

get through spreading it around town,

we'll be the laughing stock

of the whole goddamn

New York City police force!

- With all due respect...

- What respect?

What do you know about respect?

You sure as hell don't respect me!

Oh, yes, I do.

I got an ulcer, I'm losing my hair,

and you're driving me

straight to the funny farm!

You call that respect?

What happened tonight

was not entirely my fault.

Three years on the police force,

you don't know

how to handle a common drunk?

You had to be there.

Sleigh...

If it wasn't for the fact...

That you're

a third-generation police officer,

and that your father

was not only my captain

but my daughter's godfather

and a close personal friend

of nearly 20 years,

I'd have you back doing guard duty

at the public library!

I request no special attention

because of my family.

Don't tell me what you request!

I owe your old man!

Your grandfather talked me

into being a cop!

He used to walk

the toughest beat in Boston.

All he carried was a rolled-up newspaper!

He still carries it.

Until this came, I was a desperate man

faced with two choices...

Retirement or murdering you.

Gee, I don't know what to say.

Fortunately, you don't

have to say anything.

The Police Commissioner

said it for both of us.

Congratulations, Sleigh.

You're assigned to

special duty with Sret.

Sret? Me?

Paris, France?

There must be some mistake.

Oh, undoubtedly.

I trust you'll bring this error

to the Commissioner's attention.

I considered it.

But then I remembered

the immortal words of Theodore Doppler,

the Goose Bay Strangler,

whose death sentence

was commuted two minutes

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