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I do beg your pardon!!
TINTIN
Sorry, sir!
TINTIN arrives to find the THOMPSON'S dizzy and bewildered.
THOMPSON
The pickpocket, Tintin! He's getting away!
TINTIN
quiet shock
My wallet!
TINTIN looks back up the street... quickly realizing it was the
old man he banged into.
CLOSE ON: With dawning dread, TINTIN reaches into his pocket ~
his WALLET has been TAKEN!
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It's gone!
urgent
Come on! Snowy, after him!
TINTIN starts running through the fog to catch the SILK.
TINTIN
Stop! Wait!
He chases him across the foggy street, but narrowly avoids
getting hit by a CAR.
For a brief moment, TINTIN is disorientated by CAR HEADLIGHTS,
casting wild beams in the fog and swerving crazily to avoid
hitting him.
ANGLE ON: Two canes suddenly hook TINTIN'S arms and drag him and
SNOWY to the safety of the footpath... the THOM(P)SONS have
rescued him.
THOMPSON
Got ya!
THOMSON
Steady on!
TINTIN
I've lost him!
TINTIN turns to the THOM(P)SONS.
TINTIN
You must find my wallet! It's very important. I have to get it
back.
THOMPSON
And you will! Leave it to the professionals.
ANGLE ON: TINTIN walks back towards his apartment, his pace
quickens as he forms a plan.
TINTIN
We've lost the scroll, but we haven't lost the story.
Karaboudjan. That's an Armenian word. That's our lead, Snowy.
What was Barnaby Dawes trying to tell us when he said our lives
are in danger?
ANGLE ON: TINTIN suddenly stops as he reaches the DOOR to his
FLAT. Two workmen are carrying a large wooden crate from a RED
DELIVERY VAN towards TINTIN'S flat. TINTIN is puzzled to find a
DELIVERY MAN in the HALLWAY; this is ALLAN.
ALLAN
Mister Tin - tin? Delivery for ya.
TINTINN
But I didn't order anything?
TINTIN looks at the CRATE, which is being carried towards the
DOORWAY. Before he can react, a handkerchief is clasped over
TINTIN’s mouth. His eyes roll and he collapses into ALLAN'S arms.
ALLAN
Well, that's because it’s you that's getting delivered.
TINTIN is rt bundled inside the crate, the lid is slammed shut.
Stencilled on the side, the word KARABOUDJAN.
ALLAN
Quick! Get him in the van.
SNOWY sinks his teeth into ALLAN’S leg.
ALLAN
Get off me you confounded mutt!
He shakes SNOWY off into the hallway and slams the door.
INT. 26 LABRADOR STREET - DAY
ANGLE ON: SNOWY races up the STAIRS, towards the STUDY then leaps
on the DESK.
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