Ah.
Clouseau.
Yes, well, the first time
I ever heard that name,
Clouseau was just
a little, um...nobody,
a police officer
in some little village
far outside of Paris.
He was the village idiot.
As far as I could tell.
Whoa!
Ahh! Oof!
Idiot, pull up.
Monsieur Dumont, you must
move your vehicle immediately.
Oh. I am so sorry,
Officer Clouseau.
My chair, it won't move.
Ah. Here's your problem.
Your battery cable
has come undone.
Let me help.
Let's see.
The positive to the negative.
The negative to the positive.
There.
All right, you are ready to go.
All clear, keep it moving.
Hm. As chief inspector
of the Police Nationale,
I hear many stories
of our officers in the field.
Clouseau generated
many....
many stories.
You are under arrest
for the m*rder
of Pierre Fuquet!
You are under arrest
for the m*rder
of Pierre Fuquet!
You are under arrest
for the m*rder
of Pierre Fuquet!
Pierre Fuquet?
The case is closed.
Needless to say,
Clouseau did not qualify
for any advancement whatsoever.
I never thought for a moment
I would have any use for him,
until that...fateful day.
It was a perfect day
for a m*rder.
France against China,
with the winner
advancing to the finals.
I had been invited
as chief inspector
of the Police Nationale
and because of
my recent nomination
for the Medal of Honor.
I have been nominated
seven times.
I have never won.
But still...
seven nominations
that's...
something.
Anyway, the coach of
the French team, Yves Gluant,
came out
for his customary ovation.
He raised his fist
to the crowd.
On it...
the Pink Panther diamond.
It was quite the symbol
of pride and victory
for the French team.
Gluant's girlfriend
at that time
was Xania,
the international pop star.
They had been having
quite a stormy affair.
By the end of regulation time,
the score was tied,
and the game
went into sudden death.
For a patriotic Frenchman
and a true fan like myself,
it was almost
too thrilling to believe.
And then,
the miracle.
Yes! Yeah!
Yes!
Ah! Yes!
Whoo!
Yes!
And then, in front of a stadium
filled with people,
Gluant collapsed,
dead.
A poison dart in his neck.
And the Pink Panther diamond...
...had disappeared.
- The newspapers fed on
- Gluant's m*rder with a frenzy.
For them,
the world had stopped.
For me,
it was an opportunity
for my greatest triumph.
I know what we need
for the Gluant case.
What?
An incompetent.
An unimaginative,
by-the-book,
low-level incompetent,
who will plod along,
getting nowhere,
with the media
watching his every step.
And while he is getting nowhere,
I will put together
the finest team
of investigators in France
and we will hunt down
the k*ller,
retrieve the Pink Panther
diamond,
and then the Medal of Honor
will be mine.
And who is this incompetent?
Oh, I think I know
the perfect man for the job.
Find him and bring him to Paris.
His name...is Clouseau.
Good morning, mademoiselle.
I'll be right with you.
The minister of justice sent
around a new picture of himself,
but it was bigger
than Chief Inspector Dreyfus'
picture.
So the chief inspector
had a larger one made.
You'll find that Paris
can be a very political place.
Ah, yes, politics.
Where greed wears
the mask of morality.
That's good.
Did you say that?
Yes, I did.
Could you help me down?
Oh, yes, of course.
Oh, yes.
Here, just--
Perhaps--
Yes, I--
All right.
Wait.
Yeah.
Don't jump.
Yes, that's good. All right.
I think...if you put your leg
right there--
Okay.
Yes. Okay.
Yes. Uh--
I can't see anything.
Maybe over here?
Yes, okay.
Okay.
Over here.
Oh.
The inspector
will see you now.
He'll be right with you.
Clouseau.
Clouseau.
He's coming in.
Ah. Good.
Ahhh. Mm.
Officer Jacques Clouseau,
gendarme, third class.
D-- Ahh!
Ooh.
That had to hurt.
No. No, not at all. No.
Uh, Clouseau,
the reason
we called you here--
It is lovely weather
we are having.
I hope the weather continues.
Ha! Hm?
Ha! Ha!
The area is secure.
Oh, thank you.
Clouseau, I have reviewed
your records,
and it is clear to me
that a man of your talent
merits
greater responsibility
than you have had
up to this point.
I have decided
to promote you
to inspector,
the highest rank
of any officer in the republic.
Inspector?
Exactly.
And your first case
is the Gluant m*rder
and theft
of the Pink Panther diamond.
I am honored.
Good.
Jacques Clouseau,
by the power vested in me,
I hereby appoint you
full inspector
with all of the...
blah, blah, blah, blah.
Bluh, bluh, bluh.
Mm.
Blah, blah, blah.
Bluh, bluh, bluh, bluh.
Here,
if you would be so kind,
please.
Oh, here, take my pen.
Thank you.
One does not often see
the traditional
French fountain pen.
I will cherish this forever.
No, uh, uh--
Mm. It is not a gift.
That was given to me
by the mayor of Paris.
Well, then,
I cannot accept this.
The press conference.
Ah! Yes.
Clouseau, there is
a press conference
in just a few minutes
down the hall
to introduce you to the media.
We'll meet you there.
And, Clouseau?
Yes?
Good luck.
Good luck to you.
And, uh, where is the,
uh, press conference?
Go under the arch,
through the door on the right
and down the hall.
Hm.
Well... Ha!
The area is still secure.
Thank you.
Ha! He's perfect!
Yes, we have definitely
found our man.
Why do I feel wet?
Because of the unique nature
of the crime,
we have brought in a man
specially suited to the case:
Inspector Jacques Clouseau.
Inspector.
Inspector.
Yes?
Yes, what's
your initial premise?
That Gluant did not
want to be k*lled.
Everything else follows
like liquid mercury
flowing down a-- A--
A sloping...thing.
How long do you think
it will take to find the k*ller?
Right now
the k*ller is being surrounded
by a web of deduction,
forensic science
and the latest in technology,
such as two-way radios
and e-mail.
Assign a man to be his driver
who can report on
his whereabouts at all times.
What kind of man?
A man who follows orders
and doesn't ask questions.
Inspector,
do you know if the k*ller
was a man or a woman?
Well, of course I know that.
What else is there? A kitten?
Excuse me.
Do you think
it's possible
the k*ller could be
watching you right now?
Well, if I was a k*ller,
I would certainly be watching,
and possibly taping
for later playback,
because, you know,
it's a big deal
to be talked about on TV.
But I have a message
for the k*ller:
There is no place
you can hide.
There is no place
you cannot be seen.
k*ller, I will find you,
because I am
a servant of the nation.
Because justice is justice,
and because France is France.
Bonjour, Nicole.
Good morning,
inspector.
Welcome to
your new office.
You should probably start
by going through these files.
It is...
lovely weather we are having.
Ha!
Ooh!
I hope the weather
stays this mild.
If the weather continues,
we are in for a lovely summer.
Oh!
The area is secure.
Are you all right?
Well, of course
I'm all right.
And what is that?
What?
Nothing.
You should probably start
by looking at these files.
You have to--
My leg,
it crushed my leg!
Whoa!
Being an inspector,
you'll need some new clothes.
If you like, I can
take your measurements
and have something
sent over.
Of course.
Please remove
your jacket.
Yes.
Do you live by yourself,
inspector?
Yes, I do.
Do you get lonely?
No, not really.
Not since the Internet.
That takes care of that.
And welcome to Paris.
Thank you.
Good morning,
monsieur.
And you are?
Gilbert Ponton.
Detective, second class.
I've been assigned
to work with you.
And what qualifications
do you have for police work?
My family has done police work
in Paris for nine generations.
And before that?
We were policemen
in the surrounding areas
for 200 years.
And before that?
Immigrants
from various countries
in Europe,
all involved in police work.
And before that?
Farmers.
Mm.
So you are a little lamb who has
come to Clouseau for to learn.
Gilbert Ponton,
I vow to teach you
everything I know
about police work.
And together,
we are going to catch a k*ller.
There.
The Chinese VIP box,
right on the edge
of the k*ll zone.
The poison was Chinese.
Was Gluant ever in China?
Three years ago, he took a group
of French stars there
for some exhibition games.
Gluant was in China,
the poison is from China,
the Chinese are from China.
It may be too early
to say for certain,
but I think our k*ller
is Chinese.
Corbeille, I want you
on the next flight to Beijing.
Find out what Gluant did there,
who he saw, where he went.
Pacquette, I want a dossier
on every Chinaman in that box.
Go, go, go, go, go.
Inspector,
it's awfully late-- Oh.
Oh, I'm just going over
these crime-scene photos.
Don't you need some rest?
Crime does not rest, Nicole.
It's true.
You see...
...I have waited a long time
to prove myself.
And I've been given
the opportunity of a lifetime.
And I intend to show the world
exactly who I am
and what I can do.
I must not fail.
You won't. I know it.
Thank you, Nicole.
Nicole?
Yes?
May I be very frank with you?
Of course.
You have put on a ton of weight.
Now, what I do
when I get a little heavy--
Never mind.
Would you like me
to stay behind and help you?
That is a generous offer,
Nicole,
but I am quite sensitive
to office gender politics.
And in today's world,
the slightest gesture
can be misinterpreted
as harassment.
And it is late,
and I would prefer not to put
you or me
into that...delicate situation.
Agreed?
Yes, I agree.
Well, let's seal it with a kiss.
And I'll get back to work.
Ooh!
I am going to be frank.
Since you are only
a detective, second class,
your senses may not be
as sharp as my own.
And as I do not want a partner
who makes me duller,
I have come up with a plan
to keep you as sharp
as possible.
And what is that?
Intermittently,
and without warning,
I will att*ck you
whenever and wherever
it is least expected.
In this way, I will keep you
vigilant and alert.
Agreed?
Yes.
Hyah--
Good one.
Thank you.
Here we are.
"Arrêtez.
Do not open door
when light is flashing."
♪ Woman like me ♪
♪ Yow ♪
Excuse me.
Coming through. Thank you.
And I'm wondering if you--
Yes.
I'm wondering if you saw,
perhaps, a person yelling.
Stop! Stop! Stop!
Who are you,
and what the hell are you doing?
I'm in the middle
of an interrogation.
First, the booth is soundproof.
She can't hear a word.
And in case you haven't noticed,
you just ruined my recording
session. Now, get out.
Unless you want to be charged
with obstruction of justice,
you will let me interrogate
Mademoiselle Xania.
It's all right, Roland.
Hello, inspector.
I'm Xania.
You do not know this,
but I am intimately familiar
with your work.
You're very kind.
Did you say that booth
was soundproof?
Yes.
Now, you were nearby
when Gluant was k*lled?
Yes, I ran out to be with him
after the team won.
Of course
you did.
Now, a few hours
before the m*rder,
six witnesses saw you
repeatedly striking
the deceased and screaming--
What was it, Ponton?
"I am going to k*ll you.
I am going to k*ll you."
I was angry.
I caught him
with another woman.
And this was after
he said he loved me.
You poor little angel waif.
After he cheated on me...
I hated him.
But I didn't k*ll him.
Of course you didn't.
You recently
performed in China--
Stop browbeating her!
Can't you see she's sexy?
Three months ago
in Shanghai.
Can you think of anyone else
who might have hated Gluant?
Bizu.
The football star?
I was dating Bizu...
when I met Gluant.
He thought Gluant was a bad guy
for stealing me away.
If you ask me,
they were both--
You! Don't leave town.
But I'm flying to Montserrat
to record Rene Duchanel--
You will not leave town.
I may want to ask you
a few more questions.
But I don't know anything.
About life, about love.
Yes, you little wet puppy.
But about the crime,
you may know a lot.
Inspector.
Mmm?
Do I have to stay in town?
'Cause next week
I have something...
...vague to do in New York.
Well, if you absolutely
have to do something vague,
feel free to go
where you wish.
I can't take you to Bizu,
but I can take you
to Monsieur Vainqueur,
the team's assistant coach.
Well, I guess
he's the head coach now.
You wanted to see me?
You are Vainqueur?
Yes.
And...who are you?
I am Inspector Clouseau.
Perhaps you have heard of me.
No.
Don't write that down.
What do you want?
I am told
that Bizu hated Gluant.
A lot of people
hated Gluant.
Did you?
I spent six years
under his thumb
being verbally abused every day.
Yes, I was not a fan
of Yves Gluant.
And now he is dead,
and you have his job.
Ironic.
Not every death
is a tragedy.
And...
what was the--?
Shh!
Footsteps.
It's a young woman.
30 to 35 years old.
5'2", 5'4".
Brunette.
And she is wearing high heels.
Perhaps a bit too formal
for the afternoon.
And she has on...
Chanel N°5.
Is anyone with you?
No.
Do you have a pair of high heels
in that bag?
No.
Not even a small pair of pumps?
No.
Who are you?
I am Yuri, the trainer.
And what is it you do here,
Yuri the trainer?
I train.
So you are Yuri the trainer
who trains.
Hm.
Do not leave Europe!
But I-I have to go to Asia.
Okay.
Do not leave Europe or Asia!
Uh, we h-have
one match in Brazil.
All right.
Do not leave Europe, Asia
or the Americas!
Okay.
And where is
this famous soccer player?
He is outside
on the practice field.
Well, we shall see
about Mr. Bizu.
I've got Bizu
in the interrogation room.
What's the plan?
I'm going to give him
the good-cop/bad-cop routine.
Eh--
You are the soccer player
known as Bizu?
Yes.
You were acquainted
with Yves Gluant?
I'm glad
he's pushing up daisies.
He is not pushing up daisies.
He is dead!
It's an idiom.
You, sir, are the idiom.
Now...unless you want to spend
the rest of your life in prison,
you will answer
the next question.
Did you k*ll him?
I would have loved
to have k*lled him.
Duh.
But some lucky bastard
b*at me to it.
You disgust me.
I'll be right back.
Cigarette?
No.
Thanks.
Good for you.
Bizu...
I know you didn't do it.
Someone else did, and they
are trying to set you up.
You'll help me?
Of course I'll help you.
Now, do you have any idea
who might have
done this terrible thing?
His partner
in those stupid restaurants.
Larocque.
Raymond Larocque.
The casino owner.
Gluant would steal money
from the restaurants
and use it to gamble.
My guess is
Larocque got fed up.
Chk! And had him k*lled.
Bizu...I like you.
I'm going to help you.
You and I are going to make
a great team.
The good-cop/bad-cop routine
is working perfectly.
You know, usually
two different cops do that.
You know what we do to prisoners
who don't cooperate?
We hook them up to the box.
What is...the box?
Idiot.
Like this,
I take one electrode,
I put it...here.
I take the other one.
I put it--
So...what do you think?
Bizu is innocent.
How can you say that?
Gluant suspended Bizu.
He stole his girlfriend.
Mm, if it were me,
I would have k*lled him
then and there.
That's exactly what Bizu did.
Ponton,
a crime is like a jigsaw puzzle.
You have to have the jig,
and you have to have the saw.
You have the jig, but no saw.
Where is your saw?
"Oh, Your Honor,
I want to present a case,
"but all I have is a jig.
Is that okay?"
Ahh!
What?
Nothing.
I thought you said,
"Ahhh."
No.
Hm.
Strange.
Imbécile!
Ahh!
Hm.
Oh. It's you.
I hope you don't mind I let
myself in with the spare key.
Oh, no.
And, look.
I got your pants back
from the tailor.
Plus a spare.
Ah, good.
Would you like
some water?
Yes, please.
You know, Nicole,
this crime is forcing me
to use all my knowledge.
Everything I have learned
in a lifetime of investigating
is coming into play.
Do you mind if I have this?
I haven't eaten.
Oh, please, go ahead.
Things are appearing
in my mind...
...that I did not
even realize were there.
And yet the in--
Oh, my God!
The Heimlich! The Heimlich!
Oh!
Oh!
Are you feeling better?
Yes, thank you.
You are so good at it.
Where did you learn that?
I used to practice
on mannequins, pillows...
but frankly,
it was the expression
on your face
that told me
that you needed it.
Now, Ponton,
what do you have for me?
It seems you were right
about Bizu.
He was just found dead
in the training-facility
locker room.
sh*t in the head.
Was it fatal?
Yes.
How fatal?
Completely.
I want to talk to him now.
He's dead.
Ah!
You there. Halt.
You are Yuri,
the trainer who trains.
Yeah, that's right.
I am looking
for a dead body.
Perhaps you can tell me
where it is.
Oh, yeah.
I heard it was
in the locker room.
Uh, you go down the hall,
make a right and two lefts.
You are finding
something amusing here?
I'll be honest with you. I--
I find your accent quite funny.
Where are you from?
Uh, from Russia.
Gluant recruited me from
the Russian m*llitary gym.
Du-du-du-da-bo-da-bo-do.
You need to work
on your accent.
What?
What?
What? What?
What?
What?
I don't have time for this.
I have to solve a m*rder.
Please, tell me
what you saw.
Well, I didn't
see anything.
I was passing by
the locker room.
It was late, past time
anyone should be there.
I heard movement on the other
side of the locker-room door.
I heard Bizu say,
"Oh. It's you."
And then there was g*nf*re.
Oh.
Ponton.
Ah!
Go to your databases.
I want to interrogate
every person in Paris
with the name "You."
And, Ponton.
Don't you find it
a bit of a coincidence
that the body fell perfectly
within the chalk outline
on the floor?
I think they drew
the chalk outline later.
Ah!
We are dealing
with some kind of mastermind.
Ponton, I want to interrogate
this man Raymond Larocque.
Where is his casino?
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
Park it close by.
Unless you want to know
what else is good for you.
You continue
to surprise me, inspector.
Get used to it, Ponton.
With me, surprises
are rarely unexpected.
Yes, the weather is nice today,
and let's hope it continues.
Ponton, go find security.
Tell them I want to converse
with Mr. Raymond Larocque.
You're not coming?
Something has come up.
If the weather stays this mild,
we are all in
for a treat.
Place your bets.
I am
in law enforcement too.
Am I that obvious?
No, it's just that
I have an ear for such things.
Here is your mojito.
Flame it.
No more bets.
Ooh.
Impressive.
I will
remember that.
I am
Inspector Jacques Clouseau.
I am here
on a very important case.
Boswell, Nigel Boswell.
Agent 006.
Know what that means?
Of course I do.
You are one short
of the big time.
I too am on a
very important case, inspector.
So you will understand
what I mean when I tell you
no one must know that I am here.
I have just slipped
my cell-phone number
into your pocket.
Call me if you need any help.
I will, inspector.
Well...
Monet.
Very impressive,
Monsieur Larocque.
Very impressive,
Inspector Clouseau.
Please make yourself at home.
Now, how can I help you?
I am investigating the m*rder
of Yves Gluant.
Yves.
Fascinating man.
Would you happen to know
what he paid
for the Pink Panther?
He inherited it.
It cost him nothing.
It cost him his life!
I would like to take
a closer look at your bowls.
My what?
Your bowls.
I would like to take
a closer look
at your big brass bowls.
Okay.
Thank you.
Ah.
Han Dynasty.
Very rare. Beautiful.
I see you have
an eye for antiques, inspector.
Some here are real,
and some are copies.
I'm sure you can tell
which are which.
Second century. Very rare.
One should always handle
an antique vase from the inside.
Otherwise the oil from the hands
can damage the patina.
Oh.
Pure alabaster.
Lovely.
Uh...
That's odd.
What I did,
I went like this, and then...
Hm.
Mm.
This is weird.
Why did you take out a
life-insurance policy on Gluant?
The insurance company won't pay
unless the m*rder*r is caught.
And if it turns out to be me,
they won't pay at all.
Do you understand?
But you stood to gain
from Gluant's death, didn't you?
Gain?
What would I gain?
Gluant's share
of the restaurants.
Oh, the restaurants
were a disaster.
Gluant was
siphoning money out
faster than it came in.
My only consolation was
he'd lose the money
gambling in my casino.
But after a while his losses
became so ridiculous,
he promised me
his ring as collateral.
Someone had words with Gluant
the night before he was k*lled.
Didn't you?
No.
You didn't thr*aten
to break his legs
and then crush him into powder?
No.
Mm.
Perhaps I saw that on TV.
Oh.
Well, I can certainly think
of a better place for this.
That's my personalized
cell-phone tone ring.
Hello?
Yes, this is Inspector--
Yes, I could meet you.
In the restaurant?
Yes, of course.
Right away.
Gentlemen,
something has come up.
Please excuse me.
Monsieur Larocque.
Yes.
Is this vase of great value?
It is a worthless imitation.
Good.
But that desk was priceless.
- Clouseau.
- Oh, yes.
I need your help.
Now, it's very important
that you remain calm,
and you do not turn around.
Remain calm.
Do not turn around.
Behind you in the casino
are the Gas Mask Bandits.
Oh, my God!
The Gas Mask Bandits!
All Europe is looking for them.
How can I help?
Just give me your coat.
Yes, of course. Why?
I'm not supposed to be here,
remember?
But I can't let
the Gas Mask Bandits escape.
Put it on.
Yes. Yes, of course.
But--? But why?
I'm not supposed to be here,
remember?
Inspector.
My God, man,
that was fantastic.
Chief inspector,
was Clouseau's plan
to set a trap
for the Gas Mask Bandits?
Does Clouseau
think the Bandits
are connected
to the Pink Panther?
Is Clouseau going
to be promoted, sir?
I cannot comment
on ongoing investigations.
Drive.
Inspector?
Clouseau?
Yee-ahhh!
Good one.
Thank you.
Now, what do you
have for me?
We have rounded up
all the people in Paris
with the name "You."
Finally,
we are getting somewhere.
Read that back.
Wh--?
You may go.
You speak Chinese?
What, you don't think
I speak Chinese?
If I don't speak Chinese,
what are we doing here?
That must be funny
sitting around the water cooler.
"Oh, Inspector Clouseau
does not speak Chinese.
"Let's take him out for lunch.
We will all speak Chinese.
And he won't know
what we are talking about."
Oh, is that what you like to do?
Is that funny?
Of course
I speak Chinese.
Clouseau?
Bonjour, Nicole.
Could I see you in my office
in a few minutes?
I'll be right with you,
inspector.
Hm.
Yes, inspector?
Ah. Nicole.
The weather
has been so pleasant.
I was wondering if you think
it's going to stay this mild.
I certainly hope so.
But do you think
the weather
is going to change?
Let's keep
our fingers crossed
that it stays this mild.
And here's another one for you!
Now let's see who you are.
Oh.
It is "Inspector Dreyfus."
The intruder is obviously
wearing a flesh mask.
Eh?
But that will come off.
Ah! Ah!
My face!
Maybe there is a seam
under your hairline.
I'll just turn you around.
Oh, God...
Are you feeling any better?
I am so sorry, inspector.
Let's just forget it.
Listen, I thought I would
stop by and let you know
how we are doing on the case.
Oh, uh, I'll just...
stay back here.
Yes, of course. Oh.
I see you have one
of these collapsible pointers.
So very useful.
It is so degrading to have
to point with your finger
or one of those
long wooden sticks
like you are
some sort of primitive oaf.
But you have one of these,
you just snap it open,
and you are ready to go.
The case.
The case, Clouseau.
Ah, yes, the case.
The case is going quite well.
I have prepared
a list of suspects.
Ah. And how many suspects
do you have?
Twenty-seven thousand
six hundred eighty-three.
Mm. It's just a matter
of time now, isn't it?
Have you eliminated
any suspects?
Yes.
One.
One. And who would that be?
Gluant.
Gluant is the victim.
Excellent, inspector.
We think alike.
One clue leading
inexorably to the next.
Just leave it.
I assure you, inspector,
I will soon have your criminal
cornered like a--
Like a-- Like-- Like a-- Like--
Like something--
Something that you-- You corner.
Well put.
I see you enjoy wordplay.
We will have to have lunch
one day
and engage
in a little verbal jousting.
I'm sure you're
quite the raconteur.
Yes.
So I will call you for lunch.
There's only one item
on the agenda of this committee:
To approve the list of nominees
for our nation's highest award.
The Medal of Honor.
The two nominees are:
Charles Dreyfus.
No.
Mm.
And Sister Marie-Hugette,
whose selfless concern
for our nation's orphans
is an inspiration to us all.
I would like to add
one more name
for the committee's
consideration.
Inspector Jacques Clouseau,
the man who came here
from a small village
to investigate the m*rder
of Yves Gluant.
Who just last night captured
the notorious Gas Mask Bandits.
Yes.
Interesting idea.
An average Frenchman.
Exactly.
Excellent idea.
All in favor?
How is it
I was not informed
of Clouseau's
going to that casino?
It was the middle of the night.
Oh, it was the middle
of the night.
Well, what--? What,
you did not want to wake me?
I want to know
of Clouseau's whereabouts
every hour,
24 hours a day.
You miss one call,
and I will have
you kicked off the force.
Do you understand?
Yes, sir.
Why are you not
with him now?
I'm here.
Get out.
Clouseau.
Ah, Ponton.
Let's call it a day.
I am tired.
I just
wanted to see
where you are
with the investigation.
Good idea, Ponton.
To let the subconscious mind
work on the case while we sleep.
Now then,
what are the facts?
Yves Gluant was found
at the international
championship semifinal
with a poison dart
in his neck.
The crime!
Bizu wanted to k*ll him,
but is now himself dead.
A complication!
Gluant was siphoning off money
from Larocque.
A motive!
And close to the body
was the singer, Xania.
Xania is not the k*ller.
But I suspect she knows more
than she is telling me.
Where is she now?
She left, suddenly for New York.
We are going to have
to follow her
and find out
what she is up to.
If I am going to America,
I'm going to have to speak
with a flawless American accent
so as not to arouse suspicion.
So find me the greatest
accent coach in the world.
I would like to buy a hamburger.
I would like to buy a ambargar.
I would like
to buy a hamburger.
I would like to buy
a am...bergar.
No, no, no.
Let's break it down.
I.
Uh.
I.
Ah.
Would.
Wooed.
Would.
Woo-yud.
Would.
Weird.
Would.
Woullld.
Like.
Like.
Like.
Like.
To.
Toi.
To.
Toi.
To?
Toi.
Buy.
Bay.
Buy.
Bee.
Buy.
Bye-bye.
A.
Eh.
Hamburger.
Ambugar.
Hamburger.
Ehambuer.
Hamburger.
Ambeyar.
Ham.
Em.
Bur.
Ber.
Ger.
Gar-r-r.
I would like to buy
a hamburger.
I would like to buy a damburger.
It's not "damburger." Hamburger.
I'm not saying "damburger."
I said, "I would like to buy
a damburger."
I would like to buy a hamburger.
I would like to buy
the hambeder.
Hamburger.
I would like to buy a amdurger!
Maybe we should stop.
We don't quit.
We do not quit. Again! Again!
I would like to buy a hamburger.
I would like to buy a hambaga!
I would like to buy a hamburger.
I would like to buy daburger.
I would like to buy a hamburger.
I would like to buy amboogar.
I would like
to buy a hamburger.
I would like to buy ambargar!
I would like
to buy a hamburger.
Daboogahr.
♪ What you find? ♪
♪ What you feel now? ♪
♪ Got to love ♪
♪ To be real ♪
♪ What you find? ♪
- ♪ I think I love you
- Baby ♪
♪ What you feel? ♪
♪ I kind of need you
Baby ♪
Have you ever had a hamburger?
Well, of course not.
It's a disgusting
American food.
♪ Oooooooh ♪
♪ Your love's for real now ♪
♪ You know that your love
Is my love ♪
♪ My love is your love ♪
♪ Our love is here to stay ♪
I never see you
with women.
I'm married.
Ah.
You don't wear a ring.
To protect her.
I'm afraid some villain
might thr*aten her.
Yes.
Tell me about her.
I consider her the most
beautiful woman in the world.
What about yourself?
No.
I don't consider myself
a beautiful woman.
I mean, is there
a woman in your life?
Oh, no.
Love has not yet
come my way.
How could Inspector Clouseau
be with a simple woman?
She would have
to be so extraordinary
in order to keep up.
It's hard.
What is?
For you...
to meet someone.
Oh, yes.
We have a big day tomorrow.
We will go to Xania's hotel
and find out what she is up to.
Good night, Ponton.
Good night, Clouseau.
Hi-ya!
Good one.
Thank you.
I got
her hotel phone records.
Xania made
two phone calls
to a notorious
black-market diamond cutter.
There she is! Newspapers!
Newspapers!
Newspapers!
Newspapers!
Aaaah!
Floor 12.
I smell something fishy.
May I help you?
Good teamwork.
Hm.
Stop!
Stop whatever it is
you are doing.
You are defenseless.
We have already taken care
of your thugs patrolling
the building.
I don't have any thugs.
You don't?
Oh.
Ponton, I think we owe
those men an apology.
And what is it
you are cutting?
Pink diamond. Clear.
Clear?
It's not the Pink Panther.
Hm.
And what are you doing here
sneaking around?
This purse once belonged
to Josephine Baker.
It was falling apart,
so I had it studded
with diamonds
to wear on-stage
at the Presidential Ball.
Well, why did you just not
tell me why you were coming?
I can't be seen
at a diamond cutter.
Not after what happened.
That may be one
of your mysterious clients now.
Hello?
Yes, I am the person
in charge of the phone bill.
And I'm somewhat happy
with my service.
Twelve months
with that many minutes?
Plus free minutes per month?
Well, yes, sign me up.
Yes, Jacques Clouseau,
credit card number:
quatre, zéro, zéro, zéro, deux,
trois, quatorze, quatcinque,
onze, douze.
Unh! Ah! Ugh!
Cinque, huit, neuf, huit, neuf,
deux-bee-deux-bee-doo.
Yes? Yes, you may have
my e-mail address.
Merci.
Well...
I think I just got myself
a pretty good deal.
When are you leaving the city?
I'm leaving tomorrow.
Ah.
Yeah.
I may have to seduce her,
Ponton,
in order to get her to talk.
Part of the job.
Talk about what?
I want to find out
what time her plane
is leaving in the morning.
Why not just ask her?
Too obvious.
I may have to pump her
for information.
I see.
Inspector.
Would you like to join me
for dinner at the Waldorf?
Certainly, mademoiselle.
Say, 8:00?
Eight o'clock.
Say, I don't know,
my room on the second floor?
"I don't know,
my room on the second floor."
I'll see you then.
Might be a trap.
Who cares?
Welcome to my room,
inspector.
It is lovely weather
we are having.
Hm.
Oh, yes, baby.
Oh, yes.
Why?
Why what?
Why were you being
so elusive today?
I was afraid of Larocque.
He might be following me.
Larocque? The casino owner?
He sent out word
threatening to k*ll anyone
in possession
of the Pink Panther.
He believes it belongs to him.
But why would he follow you?
I was in New York
to see a diamond cutter.
He might draw
the wrong conclusion.
You know...
a man...
sitting here
in your private suite...
so close to you...
might draw
the wrong conclusion too.
Or the right one.
I've heard things about you,
inspector.
What sort of things?
That you really know
how to treat a woman.
Oh. Yes.
Mmm.
Yes.
Let the games begin.
Let me just...slip away.
Ah, yes.
Ah-- Ooh! Ooh!
No. No, no! No, no!
My miracle pill
for the middle-aged man.
Give it back.
Oh.
Inspector?
Are you all right
in there?
I hope you're getting
yourself ready.
Inspector? Are you sure
you're okay in there?
Yes, I am. I'm fine.
I'm just getting in the mood
for love.
Oh!
Ah!
Oh, oh.
Ah!
Yah!
Well... Hello.
Yah!
We need fresh towels in 204.
Don't ask why, just do it.
You have the flight number.
He leaves tomorrow out of JFK.
He'll be easy to spot.
He's got white hair,
a thin mustache,
brimming with self-confidence
and completely lost.
Did you get the stuff?
Yes.
Good.
Give it to me.
Airline food
is for suckers.
I will smuggle this on.
Just act cool.
Hey, that's Xania!
Hello. Hi.
Yes, thank you.
I still think she is hiding
something, Ponton.
What?
Well, if I knew
what she was hiding,
then it wouldn't
be hidden, would it?
All right. Thank you.
One more! One more!
Okay, let's go. Next.
Nothing to declare.
Come on through.
Hand check on two.
This your bag, sir?
Yes, it is.
We'll have to hand check it.
Go ahead.
I have nothing to hide.
In my bag.
Come with me, sir.
Whoa. Wait here, pal.
It's a harmless pocketknife.
It's a harmless pair of--
Numchucks?
I don't-- I don't--
I don't even own a mace.
I don't know where
that came from.
I've never seen that stuff
in my life.
Jimbo!
You don't need Jimbo.
Jimbo, stay.
What's in your pocket, sir?
Uh, nothing.
Sir, I'll say again,
what's in your pocket?
Nothing.
I'm gonna ask you again,
what's in your pocket, sir?
All right.
I have, in my pocket,
a couple of ambwortsforts.
What?
I have, in my pocket,
a couple of dolvargars.
Sir?
Amdorters.
Sir, in your pocket you have--?
All right, I have...
four...
hanhoders.
I'm-- I'm sorry.
Once more.
Andwor.
Again!
Derbar!
- What's that?
- C'mon!
Amburdar!
Sir--
Sir, I'm losing my patience.
Oh, you are?
You are losing your patience?
Yes.
I'm simply telling you
I have a couple of tamburthars.
I've got an End darter
down on six.
I've got an End darter
down on six!
Locked and loaded, sir!
Show me your hands, sir!
All right, I'll just show you.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
No, no, no! Stay here, sir.
Sic him, W!
Stay behind the line.
Yes, that's him!
Inspector, what is
a "ganfurfur"?
Inspector, how does it feel
to have let down the nation?
So much for the heroic
Inspector Clouseau.
Mm.
Well...
this is
a glorious day for France.
How so,
chief inspector?
Because a stupid idiot
named Clouseau
is going to be stripped
of his rank
while I take over
his case.
You have a second man
named Clouseau?
My God.
Leave us alone
for a moment.
You, out. Go, go.
Go. I must have
a private word
with Inspector Clouseau.
Understand something,
Clouseau.
When I made you
an inspector,
it was not because I thought you
had any value as a detective.
It was because
I thought you were
the stupidest policeman
in all of France.
A hopeless, deluded idiot.
Then I was not promoted
for my merits?
I only made you inspector
because I needed someone
who would quietly
get nowhere
until I was ready
to take over the case myself.
I was trying
to catch a k*ller.
You were twying--
You were trying
to become a hero.
Well, you will be stripped
of your rank,
ridiculed by the media,
and I will be done with you.
And now if you will excuse me,
ex-inspector,
I must go and prepare
for the arrest
which will win me
the Medal of Honor,
catapult me
to the National Assembly.
And after that...
who knows?
Goodbye, Clouseau.
Shall we
lock him up?
Look at him.
He is finished.
Let him go home to obscurity.
You knew?
Ponton...
things were not
as I supposed they were.
And if I ever made
you look foolish...
...I am sorry.
It was an honor
serving under you, sir.
Good one.
Ah. The Internet.
Hello, old friend.
"To download your new
cell-phone ringtone,
press the button
that says 'download.'"
I take the moose,
and I click,
but do not drag,
the button that says,
"download."
Gentlemen, and lady,
good morning.
Meet Dr. Li How Pang.
He was, of course,
in the VIP box
when Gluant was k*lled.
Coincidentally, Dr. Pang would
send Gluant large sums of money.
Presumably, Gluant was to invest
these sums on Pang's behalf.
But being a compulsive gambler,
Gluant, uh, took the money
and gambled it all away.
So Pang had the motive.
He had the opportunity.
Pang is in France
for the President's Ball
tonight.
We will arrest him there
for the m*rder of Yves Gluant.
Bravo, chief inspector.
I am pleased to announce
that I am personally
taking over
the Pink Panther investigation
and that an arrest is imminent.
Thank you.
Chief inspector,
the coroner has announced
that Bizu was k*lled
with a perfect sh*t
to the occipital lobe.
Any comments?
The occipital lobe?
It's irrelevant.
The occipital lobe.
Ah.
Oh.
Well, that makes me feel good.
Zoom.
Of course.
Ponton, I need you
over here immediately.
We are back on the case.
Nicole,
I believe Bizu and Gluant
were k*lled by the same person.
And that the k*ller
will strike again tonight.
I want you to meet me
at the presidential palace.
And bring my vinyl bag
marked "presidential palace."
And hurry!
Xania is in grave danger.
Ponton! We must get to the
presidential palace immediately!
Put your seat belt on.
I don't need a seat belt.
Let's see what this baby can do!
Mmm.
No.
Clouseau should not
be on this list.
He is no longer allowed
at state affairs.
He has been disgraced
and humiliated.
But what about all the reporters
who will want to come in?
Ah, when the time is right,
let them pour in.
Clouseau.
I'm sorry, but your name
is not on the list.
Not on the list?
Dreyfus must have made sure
you cannot get in.
Ponton.
Inspector,
here is your bag.
Good work, Nicole.
What is that?
Camouflage. Let's go.
Nicole.
Yes?
One last thing.
Yes?
It's evening,
and you look beautiful
without your glasses.
Thank you, inspector.
Oh!
Ow!
Chief inspector.
What?
Our men have reported a sighting
of Inspector Clouseau.
Clouseau?
I know what he's up to.
He wants to try to make
the arrest himself.
If you see Clouseau,
put him in cuffs
for trespassing
and parade him
through the party.
I want all men on alert.
Arrest him outside.
Dr. Pang has arrived.
We will take him
after the first song.
Yes, yes. Very true.
♪ Do you think ♪
♪ You could fall
For a woman like me? ♪
♪ 'Cause I find it
Hard to trust ♪
♪ I need too much ♪
♪ And I really don't believe
In love ♪
♪ No, no ♪
♪ Do you think ♪
♪ That I could be
The girl of your dreams? ♪
♪ Sometimes I don't
Let things go ♪
♪ Get emotional ♪
♪ Sometimes I'm just
Out of control ♪
♪ You need to stop
For a minute ♪
Good work, Ponton.
We're in.
Look!
It's the k*ller!
After him!
Change outfits.
Stop!
Turn around.
Who are you?
What are you
doing here?
We are-- We are--
We are...two--
We are--
I'll tell you
exactly who we are.
Yes.
We are--
I have been looking
for you two everywhere.
Where the hell have you been?
You know these two?
Of course I know them.
They are Xania's backup dancers.
They go on in the third act
with the Komodo dragon
and the snow machine.
Why do you think they are
dressed like that, for fun?
Prove it.
We don't have to prove--
♪ Do you think ♪
♪ That I could make you
Real happy, baby? ♪
♪ Just don't get me wrong ♪
♪ Lovin' is so strong ♪
♪ I ain't tryin'
To lead you on ♪
♪ Stop for a minute ♪
♪ Before you get
Too deep up in it ♪
♪ No, no ♪
♪ This magic, it ain't
What it seems ♪
♪ It's hard
Lovin' a woman ♪
♪ No woman like me ♪
♪ Do you need time
To think about it? ♪
♪ Hooked on
The venom ♪
♪ You can't live
Without it ♪
♪ Without it ♪
♪ Don't believe
Everything you see ♪
♪ It's hard
Lovin' a woman ♪
♪ Woman like me ♪
Can't you see these dancers
are exhausted?
Go and fetch them some water.
That was fantastic.
You think so?
You are...
...an amazing woman.
Inspector, the k*ller.
Now I am ready
to catch a k*ller.
♪ Woman like me ♪
♪ Woman like me ♪
Stop!
Stop in the name of the law.
Get him!
Bravo!
Bravo!
Ponton, you follow him
that way.
I'll go this way
and cut him off.
Stop!
Turn around.
You're under arre--
You are under arrest!
Ponton! After him!
Now.
Go! Go!
Well. Dr. Pang.
In the name
of the statutes
and laws of the great nation
of France...
...I arrest you
for the m*rder of Yves Gluant.
Clouseau! Arrest him.
Which one is he?
Ahh!
That would be him.
In the name
of the statutes and laws
of the great nation
of France,
I arrest you for the m*rder
of Yves Gluant.
Yuri, the trainer who trains.
And who are you?
I am Inspector Jacques Clouseau.
Gluant was nothing!
I drew up the plays.
He takes credit
for brilliant
French defense which I gave him
and treats me like I'm dead.
Okay, fine. Now he is dead
from Chinese poison.
Inspector, what made you
think it was him?
But, Ponton,
think back.
You were there.
Why do you bother me?
Why did you bring me down here?
I'm busy!
The soccer coach was k*lled
with Chinese poison.
You should look
for soccer trainers.
They are required to have
a knowledge of Chinese herbs.
She was right, of course.
According to statute 87223,
every trainer
of the national soccer team
must have a knowledge
of Chinese herbs.
This made it easy for him
to m*rder Gluant.
And Bizu?
Simple.
Bizu had often heard
Yuri's rants against Gluant.
So Bizu blackmailed Yuri
and got himself k*lled.
Oh. It's you.
A stunning sh*t to the head
burrowing deeply
into the occipital lobe.
But Yuri is
a soccer trainer.
That sh*t was made
by an expert marksman.
Chief inspector,
I'm sure you're familiar
with Russian army statute 611.
Well, of course.
All- V-- Uh, m--
All members must be
expert marksmen, and...
Expert, uh, marksmen.
...understand the location
Uh-- D--
Location-- Of--
of the occipital--
Occipital lobe, of course.
Yes.
Very true.
Yes, Yuri.
Xania is still alive.
But you hated her.
And that's why you are
trying to k*ll her.
You hated her because she went
with Bizu and then Gluant
and treated you
like you were nothing.
But you forgot
a fundamental truth about women.
A woman is like a...
Is like a...
...artichoke.
You have to do a bit of work
before you get to her heart.
Awww...
Oh...
What about the diamond?
What about the Pink Panther?
Yes, uh,
thank you, Inspector Clouseau,
for carrying out my orders.
Hand over the diamond, Yuri.
What do I care about
your stinking diamond?
He does not have the diamond.
The m*rder*r does not
have the diamond?
No.
Well, then, where is it,
Inspector Clouseau?
It is there!
In her purse!
Let me see.
Mm-hm.
Sorry, Clouseau. No diamond.
The purse, please.
Could you hold that, please?
After Gluant came to me,
he said he decided
to stop cheating on me.
Then he asked me to marry him.
And put the ring in my hands.
After he was k*lled, I thought
if I came forward with the ring,
everyone would think I did it.
If Gluant gave you the ring
before he d*ed,
then according
to civil statute 812-914B,
you are the rightful owner.
You may keep the Pink Panther.
Awww...
But, inspector,
how did you know she had it?
It was simple,
Ponton.
I was looking at a photo
of myself at the checkpoint.
Something caught my eye:
Xania's purse passing through
the x-ray machine.
I enlarged the photo...
and in it...
...the Pink Panther.
The case is closed!
Bravo, Clouseau!
Bravo!
Clouseau! Clouseau!
Clouseau! Clouseau!
Clouseau! Clouseau!
Clouseau! Clouseau!
Chief inspector,
I can't thank you enough
for giving me
the opportunity to solve
the Pink Panther m*rder.
Without your decision to put me
on the case, who knows?
Someone else might've won
the Medal of Honor this year.
Yes, I know.
I owe it all to you,
chief inspector.
Without you,
I would be nothing.
Perhaps you still are.
Ah!
Excellent verbal joust,
inspector.
You idiot!
Oh, no.
Hit it, Ponton.
No! Clouseau!
Stop the car, dear--
What?
Nothing.
You didn't say:
"Stop the car. Dear God,
I beg of you, stop the car"?
No.
Hmm.
Aaaah!
Does it hurt?
What?
I can't understand you.
Ooh.
Ooh.
Mmm.
Uhhh.
You know what?
I think he wants to recline.
There's a lever right here.
Oh, it's on the other side,
I'm sorry.
A bit of a reach.
Wait a minute.
I'll get it.
I'll get it right here.
It's right...back here.
It's--
There must be a simpler way
of working this--
Oh, there's a remote control,
so that you can just--
It's sensitive! I hardly
touched it! But it goes up--
That's it! That's it! That's it!
You know,
Ponton...
Yes, inspector.
This is a very hard time
for Inspector Dreyfus.
It is important
that we show compassion.
And we must use the gentle
healing power of laughter.
Uh-oh.
Oh! Ah!
This is going to hurt.
Clouseau!
Ooh.
That breeze feels good.
- ♪ Ooh, boy, you lookin' like
- You like what you see ♪
♪ Won't you come over and
Check up on it? ♪
♪ I'm-a let you
Work up on it ♪
♪ Ladies, let him
Check up on it ♪
♪ Watch it while he
Check up on it ♪
♪ Dip it, pop it
Twerk it, stop it ♪
♪ Check on me tonight ♪
♪ If you got it, flaunt it
Boy, I know you want it ♪
♪ While I turn around you
Watch me check up on it ♪
♪ Oh, you watchin' me
Shake it ♪
♪ I see it in ya face
You can't take it ♪
♪ It's blazin'
You rock me, it amaze me ♪
♪ You can look at it
As long as you don't grab it ♪
♪ If you don't go braggin'
I'm-a let you have it ♪
♪ You think that I'm teasin'
But I ain't got no reason ♪
♪ I'm sure that
I can please ya ♪
♪ But first I gotta read you ♪
♪ Ooh, boy, you lookin' like
You like what you see ♪
♪ Won't you come over and
Check up on it? ♪
♪ I'm-a let you
Work up on it ♪
♪ Ladies, let him
Check up on it ♪
♪ Watch it while he
Check up on it ♪
♪ Dip it, pop it
Twerk it, stop it ♪
♪ Check on me tonight ♪
♪ Ooh, boy, you lookin' like
You like what you see ♪
♪ Won't you come over and
Check up on it? ♪
♪ I'm-a let you
Work up on it ♪
♪ Ladies, let him
Check up on it ♪
♪ Watch it while he
Check up on it ♪
♪ Dip it, pop it
Twerk it, stop it ♪
♪ Check on me tonight ♪
♪ I can tell you wanna
Taste it ♪
♪ But I'm gon' make you
Chase it ♪
♪ Got to be patient
I like my men patient ♪
♪ More patience, you take mine
Get you in more places ♪
♪ You can't be abrasive
Have to know how to pace it ♪
♪ If I let you get up on it
You gotta make a promise ♪
♪ That you gon' put it on me
Like no one's put it on me ♪
♪ Don't bore me
Just show me ♪
♪ All men talk
But don't please ♪
♪ I can be a tease
But I really wanna please you ♪
♪ Ooh, boy, you lookin' like
You like what you see ♪
♪ Won't you come over and
Check up on it? ♪
♪ I'm-a let you
Work up on it ♪
♪ Ladies, let him
Check up on it ♪
♪ Watch it while he
Check up on it ♪
♪ Dip it, pop it
Twerk it, stop it ♪
♪ Check on me tonight ♪
♪ Ooh, boy, you lookin' like
You like what you see ♪
♪ Won't you come over and
Check up on it? ♪
♪ I'm-a let you
Work up on it ♪
♪ Ladies, let him
Check up on it ♪
♪ Watch it while he
Check up on it ♪
♪ Dip it, pop it
Twerk it, stop it ♪
♪ Check on me tonight ♪
- ♪ I'm checkin' on you, boo
- Do what you do ♪
♪ And while you dance
I'm-a glance ♪
♪ At this beautiful view ♪
♪ And keep my hands
In my pants ♪
♪ I need to glue him
With glue ♪
♪ I'm in a trance, all eyes
on you and your crew ♪
♪ Me and my mans don't dance ♪
♪ But to feel y'all
Bump and grind ♪
♪ It won't hurt
If you gon' try one time ♪
♪ They all hot, but let me see
This one's mine ♪
♪ It's Slim Thugger and DC
Outta H-Town ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ It's Slim Thugger and DC ♪
♪ Check up on it ♪
♪ It's Slim-- Slim ♪
♪ Check up on it ♪
♪ It's Slim Thugger and DC ♪
♪ Check up on it ♪
♪ Slim Thugger ♪
♪ Check up on it
On it ♪
♪ Check up
Check up on it ♪
♪ Watch it while he
Check up on it ♪
♪ Dip it, pop it
Twerk it, stop it ♪
♪ Check on me tonight ♪
♪ Ooh, boy, you lookin' like
You like what you see ♪
♪ Won't you come over and
Check up on it? ♪
♪ I'm-a let you
Work up on it ♪
♪ Ladies, let him
Check up on it ♪
♪ Watch it while he
Check up on it ♪
♪ Dip it, pop it
Twerk it, stop it ♪
♪ Check on me tonight ♪
♪ Ooh, boy, you lookin' like
You like what you see ♪
♪ Won't you come over and
Check up on it? ♪
♪ I'm-a let you
Work up on it ♪
♪ Ladies, let him
Check up on it ♪
♪ Watch it while he
Check up on it ♪
♪ Dip it, pop it
Twerk it, stop it ♪
♪ Check on me tonight ♪
♪ Ooh, boy, you lookin' like
You like what you see ♪
♪ Won't you come over and
Check up on it? ♪
♪ Yeah, so sexy, boy ♪
♪ Ladies, let him
Check up on it ♪
♪ And I know you want it ♪
♪ Dip it, pop it
Twerk it, stop it ♪
♪ So, baby, check up on it ♪
♪ Ooh, boy, you lookin' like
You like what you see ♪
♪ We havin' such a good time ♪
♪ I'm gon' work you, baby
All night ♪
♪ All night, all night ♪
♪ Check on me tonight ♪
♪ Tonight, Tonight ♪
♪ Tonight, Tonight ♪
♪ Tonight, Tonight ♪
♪ Tonight, Tonight ♪
Pink Panther, The (2006)
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