The Thief Lord

Synopsis: A tale about two young boys, Prosper and Bo, who flee to Venice after being orphaned and dumped in the care of a cruel auntie. Hiding in the canals and alleyways of the city, the boys are befriended by a gang of young urchins and their enigmatic leader, the Thief Lord. From their home base of an old cinema theater, the children steal from the rich to support themselves and soon capture the interest of a bumbling detective. However, a greater threat to the children is something from a forgotten past-- a beautiful magical treasure with the power to spin time itself.
Director(s): Richard Claus
Production: Warner Bros. Pictures
  1 nomination.
 
IMDB:
6.0
Rotten Tomatoes:
40%
PG
Year:
2006
98 min
Website
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[Dog Barking In Distance]

[Footsteps Approaching]

[Panting]

[Bed Squeaking]

[Boy's Voice] Prosper, they can't

send you to the orphanage.

- They can't. You're a brother.

We have to stick together.

- [Sighs]

Prosper, please don't leave me.

Don't leave me.

[Man On TV, Indistinct]

[Panting]

[Grunts]

[Straining]

Bo.

Prosper.

Have you got your things?

- We have to go fast.

- I knew you wouldn't leave me with them.

- Come on.

- [Alarm Blaring]

- [Dog Barking In Distance]

- Jump.

Quick, Bo. Jump.

- [Alarm Continues]

- I pumped it up yesterday.

[Woman]

I knew it. I knew it! That wretched brother!

Come back here, you... kidnapper!

You'll be locked away

for good this time!

Oh! Oh, my poor little baby!

[Gasps]

- [Tires Screeching]

- Prop, where's this train going?

Hopefully south.

Hey, Bo, give us a hand.

[Straining]

Oh, push! Bo, push!

[Coughing]

Are we nearly there?

Almost.

[Coughing]

[Chattering]

Look, Prop, gondolas.

What are you doin' opening the boxes?

Put 'em back.

I didn't. This one

was open already.

Put 'em back anyway.

They don't belong to us.

- [Ship Horn Honking]

- [Scoffs]

[Whistles Softly]

Buongiorno.

You'd appear to be looking for me.

"Victor Getz, investigations

of all kinds." Follow me.

I came across these tortoises

at the fish market.

Poor wrinkled things.

Freezing their little bottoms off

amongst all that ice.

- Come on. We have to go.

- [Bo] What's the matter?

Just do as I say,

all right?

Oi! Oi, what do you think-

Where do you think you're going?

Won't have little thieves on my boat!

- Get off! Let go!

- Give 'em here!

- Give it!

- What have you stolen?

Come on, Bo.

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Hurry up! Hurry up!

[Groans]

Disguise, madam. A necessity

in my line of business, you understand?

So, what can I do for you?

Anything lost or stolen?

This is what we have lost.

Oh, children.

I've tracked down

many things in my time-

suitcases, dogs, the occasional husband-

[Laughs]

But you're the first clients

who've ever mislaid their children...

- Mr. And Mrs. -

- Hartlieb.

Mr. And Mrs.

Maximilian Hartlieb.

And they are not

our children.

Prosper and Boniface

are my late sister's sons.

She raised the boys

on her own.

Oh, Prosper and Boniface.

What peculiarly charming names.

Yes, well, my late sister

had a fondness...

for anything peculiar.

[Clears Throat]

However, when she died,

three months ago...

my husband and I applied

for custody of Boniface.

[Scoffs] Well, we could hardly be

expected to take on his older brother as well.

I mean, any reasonable person

could see that.

- Prosper kidnapped Bo a week ago-

- Mm-hmm.

And brought him here to Venice.

And what makes you so sure

that they came here...

- if you don't mind-

- Their mother loved Venice.

She planned to move here

with the boys...

filled their heads with

all manner of hocus-pocus...

about the magical things

that happen here.

I'm hungry.

[Sighs]

It's the last one.

[Exhales]

Have we got any more money?

Don't worry.

I'll find us enough to eat.

I know, 'cause you're

my big bro.

[Coughing]

[Coughing Continues]

Okay.

Wait here, okay?

Where are you going?

[Doorbell Jingling]

Scusi.

[Shouts]

- I was gonna put it back!

- That's what they all say!

Come on!

- [Doorbell Jingles]

- Stop, thief!

Get back here!

[Panting]

[Grunts]

I think we lost him.

[Sighs]

- [Coughing]

- I think we lost ourselves as well.

- Prop?

- Hmm?

When you have no money,

do you have to run away from everyone?

We're not running away

anymore, Bo.

Mum wanted us to be here.

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