Trail of the Pink Panther Page #2

Hello!

Nice weather we are having.

I had hoped

we had finally laid to rest

your obsession

with Inspector Clouseau.

So had I, Doctor.

Something has happened

to bring on this relapse?

No, not something.

Someone.

The one.

No, perhaps you're right.

Something.

He is a thing.

- Clouseau?

- Yes, Clouseau.

Your compulsion

to kill Clouseau... is it also back?

Yes, right back.

The thought of a world without

Clouseau fills me with delight,

like a summer

with a thousand Julys.

It intoxicates my soul with...

- Your eyes.

- What?

"Intoxicates my soul

with your eyes."

You lapsed into the lyrics

of You Go to My Head.

I did?

I apologize.

Never apologize

for Cole Porter.

Besides, your subconscious

has confirmed what we already know.

That Clouseau

has got into my head.

Precisely.

How do you suppose you are

going to get him out of there?

I don't know.

I don't suppose.

You are supposed to suppose

and give me all the answers!

The commissioner

wants him in Lugash.

Let the commissioner handle it!

I don't want to know.

I don't want to be there.

I want to be here with you.

What are you thinking, Doctor?

It wasn't Cole Porter.

It was Gillespie and Coots.

The deputy commissioner

to see you.

The commissioner?

Send him in immediately.

Come in, Commissioner.

I want to discuss

the Pink Panther robbery.

I am at your service,

Commissioner.

Allow me to offer you

a small cigar.

Swine cigars. Pay no attention

to them whatsoever.

Let them roll.

Read this most carefully.

Give me your opinion.

I will read my opinion

and give you yours most carefully.

- Do you have a light?

- In the top left-hand drawer.

I'm dancing in the rice

Just dancing in the rice

What a wonderful feeling

I'm... happy in the rice

Always happy...

Allow me.

Excuse me.

Clouseau called. He wants me

to take him to the airport.

Then take him.

Let the president of Lugash worry

about his blood pressure a while.

- He's not going to Lugash.

- What?

He's booked

on the 12:
15 flight to London.

He suspects the Phantom

to be responsible for the robbery.

He said that since Sir Charles

lives in England...

Sir Charles Litton lives

in the south of France.

Yes, sir.

Shall I tell him?

Don't bother.

He would just say, "I know that."

Trying to talk sense to Clouseau

is like Einstein trying

to explain relativity to a "minkey."

Does Sir Charles know

you're coming?

No, I want it

to remain a surprise.

What's wrong?

Your pop-out lighter

is refusing to pop out.

It's supposed to

pop out automatically

when it reaches

a specific temperature.

What exactly is this

specific temperature?

I don't know.

You should have checked

with the factory.

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