OSS 117 - Lost in Rio (OSS 117: Rio ne répond plus)

Mr. Lee says hello.

How kind.

And goodbye too.

- Who are these people? - Mr. Lee's henchmen!

At last.

We're doomed!

No, they are.

Countess...?

Thank you. You saved my life.

My pleasure.

It almost got bad.

How can I ever thank you?

Your skills are many, Hubert.

I do my duty, Countess.

But from now on, beware of Mr. Lee.

And of Chinamen in general.

They covet your Imperial family treasures.

Dirty reds!

Dirty yellows!

No, dirty reds.

My mistake.

You don't know China well, Mr. Bonisseur de la Bath.

Well,

you'll have to show me parts of it.

As private as they may be.

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- Morning, Fayolle! - Morning, de la Bath!

Morning, Lutran.

- Hi, Corbier. - Hi, Hubert.

Morning, de la Bath.

Poulard...

- Morning! - Morning, de la Bath!

- Good skiing? - Excellent, Ledentu.

- Can I see the boss? - Okie-dokie.

That's a good one.

I like that.

Okie-dokie...

Morning, Jean-Pierre. Great disguise!

- Thank you. - My pleasure!

Mayeux, Castaing...

Morning, de la Bath.

No news from Picot?

Not a word. Not since Roussel.

- And Lefranc? - He spoke to Mongier.

What does Borges say?

What can he say? He agrees with Favre.

And with Duvernois.

I'm off, de la Bath.

Say hello to Granville.

Will do.

In fact, Comolet says hi.

Dear old Bernard.

I saw him last with Charpon, Labbouze and Delanois.

Francard too. Time flies!

I'll say!

- What are you looking at? - A blue-print.

For building a duck-shaped paddle boat.

What's it for?

Same as a normal paddle boat.

Keep an eye on it...

Of course.

I have to see Forguier.

Knock-knock!

The chief is waiting for you.

Thanks, Ledentu.

Morning, Armand.

Good to see you, Hubert. How was Gstaad?

Well, okie-dokie. Chilly at dawn, sunny at noon. Great slopes.

Glad to hear it.

A new mission.

Music to my ears!

This is for you.

He is Professor Von Zimmel, a Nazi dignitary.

Or rather...

he was.

American technology.

His name is now Octavio Pela Luerdo,

a South American wrestling impresario.

Clever.

He has decided to blackmail France.

- So we stop him? - No, we pay him.

I'll be damned!

He has a microfilm list of French collaborators with Nazis.

No surprise it's "micro"” film. The list must be tiny.

Well, it's not that simple, Hubert.

Didn't General de Gaulle say all France resisted?

He did indeed.

Yes, he did.

Yep...

In any case, you'll go to Rio and buy the list for 50,000.

- Francs? -Yes.

Clever.

Why me? The Postal Service could do it.

I know, Hubert. But Von Zimmel wants our best agent.

Of course. In that case, the usual procedure?

Your papers.

You're a reporter for an evening paper.

Your name is Noél Flantier.

Noél Flantier?

Who picks these names?

Archibald Flétanchard from Undercover.

Noél Flantier...

I'll send a memo.

Look on the bright side.

Rio de Janeiro is beautiful.

The girls are gorgeous.

You'll relax.

- What? - You can relax.

Not a word I know.

Taxi, sir?

Why not?

- Where to? - Copacobana Palace.

Welcome to Rio, sir.

Obrigado!

Obrigado...

This is not the way.

It's an ambush!

Get out! And don't move!

You kill brother in Gsta.

Now die.

Last stop Rio for O-tet-tet 117.

Pardon me?

You kill brother in Gsta. Now die.

I'm sorry...

Gsta. Swizzleland. Ski.

Gstaad!

Gsta...

Find my accent funny?

Not at all.

- You racist! - I swear I'm not!

I lived in Cochinchina!

Farewell O-tet-tet 117, racist. Now die.

Get in, Hubert.

Bill Trumendous!

Dear old Bill!

- Right in the back! - See that?

So, good old Hubert?

Trouble with the Chinese?

Not at all. He mistook me for someone else.

From their perspective, we look alike.

And you, dear Bill?

South America interests the CIA now?

Good old Hubert!

Same old barrel of laughs.

It's so fucking hot!

Kidding aside...

- Why are you following me? - You tell me.

Why are you here, bastard? What's going on?

I'm on vacation. That's all.

I know you, Hubert.

Your presence means trouble.

I'm here for the women and the beaches.

I've heard great things. I came to check out Brazilian women.

Whatever!

Thanks, old chap.

If your memory comes back, call me.

I will, if the Tourism Bureau is closed.

Okay, let's do that then.

Take care, pal.

I'm terribly clumsy.

It would seem that I...

splattered you.

Be my guest.

A woman who splatters a man

is like morning dew in springtime.

Ahead lie beautiful days and fiery nights.

What a wake-up!

I'm for nothing.

The hardy arrogance of your beauty has sprayed me.

You're gorgeous, Mr...

Flantier. Noél Flantier. Reporter.

My pleasure. Carlotta.

Reporting on what?

Brazil.

Vast subject. You need an angle of attack.

I'm currently searching.

Magnificent. Do you exercise?

Not even.

Superb.

I have a good pedigree.

Let me slip into something more comfy.

I'll also be slipping into something comfy.

Carlotta?

Who'd want to harm Carlotta?

Mr. Bonisseur de la Bath?

No, Flantier.

For the microfilm, bring the money to the look-out point.

You'll recognize us.

Get in!

Keep calm, double-one seven.

Delightful voyage.

Sorry to appear rude. We needed a calm spot, double-one 7.

One-seventeen.

But the name is Flantier. Mr. Flantier.

I'm Colonel Staman.

This is Colonel Kutner.

My pleasure. Noél Flantier.

I'm doing an article on Brazil.

Don't bother.