The Adventures of Tintin

Tintin in America

"Chicago, the windy city,

sometimes called America's gateway to the west,

has recently fallen under control of gangsters.

No... too much...

The Mob rules Chicago. "

Nah...!

You know, Snowy... if this story is supposed to be true,

then we're gonna have to prove it.

Extra! Extra!

Read all about it!

Tintin's coming to Chicago!

World-famous reporter doing expose on organized crime!

I don't like this...

I hear this Tintin can be a real trouble-maker.

If he does this "expose", it could be bad for business.

Catch my drift?

Don't worry, boss, I'll take care of things.

Tintin won't be any trouble... I guarantee it.

Well, here we are, Snowy! Chicago!

Looking for a taxi, sir?

Yeah, sure.

- I'm going to the Osborne Hotel. - Sure thing!

What's going on?

Hey!

Too bad you won't get to appreciate the view!

I don't like this, Snowy. Let's get out of here!

C'mon, Snowy! This is our chance.

Hey, police! Over here!

There he is!

Faster!

We're gaining on him!

Police! Pull over!

The taxi's run into trouble.

Send the Australian and arrange for a special car!

But they offered me 500 bucks!

Who?

I can't tell you! They'll kill me!

No one's going to kill you. You'll get police protection.

Police protection? You don't understand...

The police are...

Oh, no!

Hey you!... stop!

Stop! Stop! Hey...!

Faster!

We nearly got him!

Wow...!

Thank you!

Hello?

Hello? Is anyone there?

Hello...

Who is this?

Hands up! Drop the gun!

Now don't make a move!

Operator!

Send the police up to Room 374.

Right away, Mr Tintin.

Ohhh...! Mr. Smiles!

Remember: I wasn't here.

Yes, sir!

Come in.

Mr. Tintin? I'm Detective Andrews.

That was quick.

The hotel operator said you needed help.

Yes, this gangster broke into my room with a gun.

I see. OK, we'll take him downtown.

Would you mind coming with us to sign a complaint?

It would be my pleasure, detectives.

I know it's a little out of the way,

but this is police's secret headquarters for mob activity?

It's easier than working out of the station.

I see.

They sure don't look like policemen to me, Snowy.

Right, in there.

Sit down, Mr Tintin. It's a pleasure to meet you.

Thanks! But who are you?

My name is Bobby Smiles.

I'm the underboss of the Chicago Mob Syndicate.

Mob Syndicate! I knew there was something wrong with this set-up.

You're nothing but a gangster!

I prefer the title "syndicate member" myself.

Why was I brought here?

Because I wanted to meet you personally...

before you leave town!

I'll make it worth your while, Mr. Tintin.

Say $200,000?

Of course, if you decide not to accept my offer,

then I'll be forced to make you leave in a less pleasant way.

I don't like bribes or threats, Mr Smiles.

I'll leave Chicago when I'm ready...

after I've finished my story.

I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Tintin.

You see...

You don't have much choice.

Gas!

Snowy!

Stay close to the floor.

Hehe... I hope the fish are hungry!

What was that?

I didn't hear anythin'!

I don't see anything down there!

That's 'cause you're looking in the wrong place.

Drop your guns!

Thank you.

Hey guys! Know how you call the police without a phone?

Well...?

I thought you were taking care of this guy, Smiles...

I am, boss, trust me. Everything's under controI.

It better be... or you're next, see?

That's Tintin's hoteL room on the 37th floor.

Just make sure you don't miss.

I never miss, Mr Smiles.

Kid's stuff!

I knew those gangsters would try again!

Good thing we took precautions, eh, Snowy...

And now that they think we're dead,