Dishonored Page #4

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That's all, gentlemen.

Come on down here.

Did anyone ever tell you how pretty you are?

Come here.

Fresh from the country, aren't you?

(Shrieks)

Do they work you very hard

in this magnificent establishment?

Are you going to be off duty pretty soon?

You're not going to see

some young lieutenant tonight, are you?

Captain?

A major, perhaps?

Then we'll start with a colonel.

What's the matter? You want a general?

I don't care who it is.

I don't want anyone to enter

or leave these headquarters

without a pass issued by me.

That woman is in this hotel.

(# Men singing jolly song)

- Count ten.

- I don't want to count ten any more.

Count ten.

One, two, three, four, five...

One, two, three, four, five...

One, two, three, four, five, six,

seven, eight...

Eight, eight, nine...

Ten!

Ah.

Meow!

Me-owwww!

Come on out here.

Come on out.

Oh, she's lost.

Meow!

Come down here.

It's warm up here. Me-oww!

Come down here or get out.

Don't be angry.

All right.

Meow!

- Meow!

- Are you coming down or not?

- Count ten.

- Haven't I counted ten before?

- No.

- One, two, three...

I'm not going to count any more.

I'm tired... I'm tired.

Meow. Meow.

Meow. Meow.

(Cat meows)

(Distant voices)

Let me see a list of your maids.

- Who are the maids on the second floor?

- Day maid's Olga. Night maid's Catherine.

Catherine, eh? Is she a new maid here?

Came three days ago.

I change maids all the time.

Can't keep them.

Too many officers quartered here.

- What do you know about Catherine?

- Nothing.

Papers are all correct.

Anything wrong again?

No.

Take your hat off

when you talk to a Russian officer,

if you know what's good for you.

(Knocking persists)

Corporal, force the door.

Who's been with you?

Office of the Guard!

Get the Office of the Guard.

Have that woman brought to my room.

Now you can tell all that to the Colonel.

Get in there.

Everybody makes mistakes.

And you carry a cat.

It has brought me good luck, so far.

- Do you call this good luck?

- I don't know yet.

Besides, I am not allowed

to love anything else.

(Cat meows)

I like your masquerade.

Sit down.

I'm sorry, I'll have to search you, X-27.

Take your things off.

Is it warm enough in here? Don't catch cold.

Hm. Music!

- Did you write this?

- Yes.

Your own composition, eh?

I don't use invisible ink.

What do you call this masterpiece?

I haven't named it yet.

May I suggest you call it

The Dance Of The Russian Colonels?

Not bad. Shall I go on with my undressing?

I'm in the mood for music first.

- Would you play this?

- If you furnish the piano.

I'll furnish the piano, and the audience.

After you.

I wish I could read notes.

(# Plays lively melody)

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