Emil und die Detektive Page #4

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- 1 mark?

Yes.

Listen...

Lend us your uniform,

Emil over there shall wear it.

Max!

Maxi!

Where's that lout now?

Max!

Where's he got to now?

Take those two kummel

up to room 8.

Over there! Don't you see?

Well, I'm really excited.

Not as excited as me.

Shut up.

Stop playing with fire.

What's going on here?

Damn it, what's that noise?

Leave me in peace!

What's going on?

A signal.

The enemy's in number 9.

Something big is going on.

Good heavens!

So...

What else? Hey?

Hello!

Hey, you!

Did he hang up?

Hello!

He hung up on me.

The enemy...

enemy...

is in...

number...

number...

Wake-up call at 8 a.m.!

My money.

My money!

Watch out, he's coming!

I made it!

- Here's the money.

- Hurray, the money!

Where?

But it's not there.

- It's not there.

- Try another compartment.

There's nothing in it.

Damn it!

So where is the money?

I'll be going home now.

A good girl belongs in bed.

Grandma couldn't take it

if two kids were missing.

- Good night, gentlemen.

- Wait, Pony, I got you something.

Where'd you put my jacket?

It's right here.

Hold this.

How lovely!

Did I break it?

I'm really sorry.

Don't bother. Grandma says

broken crockery brings you luck.

Thank you very much.

Let me see.

But it's broken...

Mind your own business!

- Good night, gentlemen.

- Good night.

Goodbye.

Give my love to grandma.

Do you like her?

- Yes.

- A lot?

Yes, a lot.

- You're not supposed to say that!

- Why not?

- Because I forbid you!

- You've got a screw loose!

Be quiet!

Why don't you shut up?

Idiots!

You can settle your

personal matters later.

This is about something bigger.

- I suggest...

- What!

- ...we smoke the peace pipe.

- Do it, then!

If only we found the money.

- I don't want my mother to...

- Afraid of her, huh?

Me, afraid of my mother?

No.

She's constantly working,

and still we don't get by.

For me, losing those 140 marks

is equal to you losing

a million or even more.

You and your mother

seem to be very close.

Colossally.

But that doesn't make me

a mama's boy.

Whoever doubts that will be

thrown against the wall.

Look, he's already falling over.

I say we all hit the hay now.

Mittenzwey!

A message for dispatch:

Tomorrow headquarters will be

on the alert at 8 a.m. sharp.

- Yes.

- Yes.

Come with me, boy.

You come with me.

- You can crash at my place.

- Nice!

Take care.

Thanks.

Password:
Emil.

Password:
Emil.

Password Emil?

He's dreaming.

Come on, my boy.

Maxi!

Damn it, Maxi!

I forgot the milk again.

Yes?

Come in.

- Here's your breakfast.

- I didn't order any breakfast.

Idiot!

But sir, you should really

have some breakfast.

My apologies.

Out!

Out!

Or I'll show you out!

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