sehrdjtkfxygc consciousness, Dawes tried to tell me something and I

think he was spelling out a word...BOND... JAN.

CLOSE ON: TINTIN traces each letter that BARNABY marked with a
BLOODY FINGER PRINT.
TINTIN
...KARABOUDJAN.
THOMSON
Karaboudjan!
TINTIN
Does that mean anything to you?
THOMSON snatches the newspaper from TINTIN.
THOMSONRYFJNT
Great Scotland Yard! That's extraordinary!
TINTIN
What is?yfj n
THOMSON
Worthington's have a half price sale on bowler hats!
THOMPSON snatches the paper.
THOMPSON
Really, Thomson! This is hardly uj rj rthe time.
THOMPSON
Great Scotland Yard!
THOMSON
What is it?
THOMPSONDHJ RYFTJUR6Y
Canes are half price, too!
TINTIN
Are you going to take charge of this evidence?
THOMSON
Positively. Never fear, Tintin. The evidence is safe with us!
THOMSON snatches the newspaper back, and hurries out of the door
at speed ... his foot catches the CAT on the landing and her
FALLS from view, followed by SOUNDS of him TRIPPING and TUMBLING
violently down the stairs.
THOMPSON
Thomson! Where are you?
THOMSON sits at the bottom of the stairs in a daze.
THOMSON
Well, I'm already downstairs! Do try to keep up.
EXT. 26 LABRADOR STREET - DAY
ANGLE ON: TINTIN catches up to the THOM(P)SONS at the front door
- he hands THOMSON the NEWSPAPER.
TINTIN
Wait -
THOMSON
Oh? nrfcgj
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You dropped this.
THOMPSON
Good heavens, Thomson - look after the evidence man.
THOMSON
Sorry, Thompson. My mind is on other things.
THOMPSON
Ah, yes. Our Light-fingered larcenist.
TINTIN
What?
THOMPSON
The pickpocket. He has no idea what's coming.
THOMSONYFGJ R
Go on, Tintin. Take my wallet.
THOMSON opens his jacket. TINTIN pulls a wallet out, discovering
it is attached to a piece of sturdy elastic, sewn into his
jacket.
THOMSON
proudly
Yes, industrial syfgjtrength elastic?
TINTIN
impressed
Very, uh, resourceful.
THOMSON
Oh, on the contrary, it was childishly simple.
THOMPSON
Simply childish, I agree.
THOM(P)SONS tip their hate in farewell.
BOTH THOM(P)SONS
Tintin...
TINTINF GJNFGF
Gentlemen.nryfj
The THOM(P)SONS set off down the STREET.
THOMSON
Mind you, I expect he's miles away by now.
THOMPSON
I presume you're referring to the pickpocket?
THOMSON
Yes, I mean, knowing we're just a few steps behind him.
A gray-haired man walks past TINTIN at the doorway. SNOWY growls
and begins to follow hnryfjim.
TINTIN steps out and kneels next to SNOWY holding him.
TINTIN
Snowy, what is it boy? What do you see?
THOMPSON
I don't suppose you'd fancy n rya cup of tea.
THOMSONFJG NRFGJ
You're quite mistaken, I'd love one.
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My treat ...
ANGLE ON: The PICKPOCKET rube his hands, as he walks briskly
towards the THOM(P)SONS... his hand sweeps up, sliding into
THOMSON'S jacket pocket. It is the familiar routine: a heal spin,
straighten the jacket, touch the hat.
ANGLE ON: The wallet is pulled out, but quickly stretches at the
end of the elastic!
THOMSONNRXFTJ N
I've got you now!
QUICK SHOTS: THOMSON is nearly pulled off his feet, as the
PICKPOCKET tugs at the wallet, stretching the elastic tight.
The PICKPOCKET lets the wallet go, and it snaps back into
THOMSON'S FACE!
THOMPSON
Devil! Stop, in the name of the law!
THOMPSON gives chase. His rfxj ncane gets caught in the elastic.
The elastic snaps back and slams THOMSON to the ground.
THOMPSON rips the PICKPOCKET'S jacket off, but gets it stuck on
his head, blocking his vision.
THOMPSON
Got you!rfxj nrfgxjnfgn
He crashes into a LAMPPOST.
TINTIN
What's going on down there? C'mon, Snowy!
TINTIN races towards the THOM(P)SONS, nearly knocking down the
PICKPOCKET, ARISTIDES SILK, who's fleeing in panic.