The Thief Lord Page #3

items here, so I'm going to offer...

a hundred, which is very generous.

Well, let's just say

I'm in a generous mood today.

A thousand or no deal.

Have you lost your mind, boy?

I make you a generous offer-

too generous-

and you insult me

with fanciful nonsense.

Tell the Thief Lord to send the boat boy

or the hornet girl next time...

if he wants to continue doing business

with Ernesto Barbarossa.

I'm the Thief Lord's

official negotiator now.

300 for the lot.

Most of it's rubbish.

Eight.

Four.

- Seven.

- 475.

687 and a half.

You're a clever lad...

so...

I'm going to give you...

That's the last time I let you

treat me like a child.

[Doorbell Jingles]

One more thing.

[Chuckles]

A client of mine is looking

for someone who will-

Shall we say, procure

a certain item for him?

If he's sick, why doesn't he

go to the doctor?

He's looking for someone

who'll steal something for him.

Is that clear enough

for your mucky ears?

And tell the Thief Lord...

that there's big money

in it for him.

Mmm? Mmm, mmm, mmm.

Stop it. It tickles.

Just a little more.

[Laughs]

You need to stay

in bed for a bit.

Where were you goin'? And what would you

have done if Scipio hadn't picked you up?

I think we could've managed it.

Prop's very brave,

and I'm good at cheering him up...

so we make a good team.

We all take care of each other here.

All of us are orphans too.

I'm not an orphan! My dad went away

in a ship, and he hasn't come back here...

but he thinks of me all the time.

- That's what he keeps telling us.

- It's true!

One day, I'll sail all over the world,

and I'll find him!

- I believe you, Mosca.

- [Chuckles]

Prosper, Scipio will never

let anyone sell his loot ever again.

Boy, we never dare talk

to Fatty Slaphead like that.

Yeah, well, those things

are probably worth even more.

Prosper, come back!

Prosper, come back.

I've got to get some of this.

Look at all this stuff.

Let's celebrate, Prop.

We should get the money

back to the others first.

Excuse me, son.

Your name's Prosper, isn't it?

[Grunts]

Whoo-hoo! Take that, furry face!

[Groans]

Hey, come back!

What's the matter?

Victor?

Ciao, Victor.

You can't fool me

with that mustache.

Oh, excuse me, Ida, but I'm on a case.

I can't talk now.

Oh, hope I didn't ruin anything.

Suits you though.

- [Clattering]

- [Ida Gasps] Oh, I'm so sorry.

Why are you running?

- [Prosper] That man knew my name.

- So what?

So what?

- [Panting]

- Okay. Cool it. So what if he knew your name?

- I think he's trying to get me.

- I think you were trying to nick our money.

Yeah, and leave

my brother behind?

- All that cash- I thought

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