All language subtitles for The Bionic Woman S03E21 Rancho Outcast 1080p BluRay FLAC2 0 H 264-BTN (1)_track5_[eng]

We want you assume the identity
of a real criminal.

I am not going to go
on a dangerous mission

with somebody by the name
of Petie the Weasel.

Yeah, Buenos Aires.
Forget it, bub.

¡Chihuahua!

This is a private road,
señorita.

[Jaime] Not exactly the
Beverly Hills Hotel, is it?

Don't let
appearances fool you.

[Spanish accent] It's very comforting
to know that we are so safe.

A dancer?

[Man]
If she doesn't dance,

you are a dead man.

Don't let her get away!

[theme music]

[beeping]

[beeping]

[beeping]

[high-pitched tone]

[dog barking]

- [Oscar] Down, Max. Come on. Get down.
- [Jaime] He likes you.

Down. Yes, yes. Oh, I love you too, pal.
But get down now.

- You stay. Come on, stay.
- [whimpers]

- He likes you.
- Well, I like him too, Jaime.

I just don't want a tongue all
over my face. That's all.

This mission
isn't starting off very well.

Go on, get on
the couch. Go on.

[whining]

I don't know how to tell you this, Jaime,
so I'm not going to try.

This is your
next assignment.

What am I doing
on a wanted poster?

We want you to assume the identity
of a real criminal.

Now, the real Blondie Malone

is safely tucked away in
a maximum security prison.

That's about as respectable
a reputation as you can get,

considering
where you're going.

And where might that be?

The town of Hidalgo,
in the country of San Rafael.

A notorious refuge
for criminals,

extortionists,
murderers, gangsters.

In fact, the place
is full of nothing else.

So, in order to make
the guest list of Hidalgo,

you have to make the
Ten Most-Wanted List here first?

[chuckles]
Guess so.

I think I'm going to need more information
before I commit to this one.

This, which is
practically nothing,

is all we have on a master criminal
called Frank Boylin.

Two weeks ago, he pulled off one of
the biggest robberies in criminal history.

Somehow he got into the US Mint
and stole the engraving plates

of our $100 bill.

What we have to do is get those plates
back before he peddles them

to an unfriendly power

who'll probably use them
to attack our currency.

And you think he's gone to Hidalgo
and you want me to follow him in there.

- Right.
- Wrong.

Listen, you've got plenty of men
who can handle this job.

Why are you sending me?

I sent two of my agents
into Hidalgo.

I haven't heard
from them since.

Oh, swell.

And besides, one of the few things
we know about Frank Boylin

is that he has a great fondness
for beautiful ladies.

And since you're the most
beautiful lady in the OSI...

You think all this flattery
is going to get me to go, don't you?

- Yes, how'd you know?
- Yeah, I probably will.

Okay. How am I going to recognize
this gentleman?

You won't have to.

[Max whines]

Send in the Weasel.

The what?
We call him the Weasel.

His real name
is Petie Regan.

Petie.

- Hello, Petie.
- Hi, Mr. Goldman.

Hey, big fella.

[growls, barks]

Petie, I'd like you
to meet Jaime Sommers.

How do you do?

Petie is
the only one we know

who recognized
Frank Boylin on sight.

That's right.
Frankie and me.

We did the first security armored car job
in Philly.

It was 1973.

Then the fink
splits with my cut.

Petie is helping us
out of self-interest.

I arranged for parole
for him at State Prison.

If you don't bring Frank back,
back to prison you go.

You don't want to do that,
Mr. Goldman.

I wouldn't last a week.
They'll kill me.

Does that have anything to do
with your nickname... Weasel?

Well... yeah...
I get along with everybody.

When the guys see me talking to
the warden or some of the guards,

you know... I don't know.

They figured I was
stooling on them.

You know, stir does
a paranoid trip to their minds.

[stammering]
Uh, no offense, Mr., uh, Weasel...

[Max growls]

...but I am not going to go
on a dangerous mission

with somebody by the name
of Petie the Weasel.

Please get me someone else.

Lady, please.
Jaime, give me the break.

You'll never regret it.

Okay.

[Petie] How much money did Goldman
give you for the flash roll?

- [Jaime] $7500.
- [Petie] Great.

I got an idea.
Hidalgo's a high-rent area.

- Hey listen, you better let me carry it.
- Not a chance, Mr. Weasel.

I wish you wouldn't
say my name like that.

...And that was in '68.

But I've got to admit the smoothest job
I ever pulled was the one with Boylin.

What a team we were.

How long has it been
since you've seen Boylin?

About four years. Hey, don't worry.
I never forget a face.

I hope not.

This had better be
the last plane, Petie,

because, I'm not going to fly in anything
smaller than this, okay?

Well, it is the last one.
Look, stop complaining, will you?

Once we get to San Rafael,
I'll get us a limousine.

So this is
the limousine, huh?

Well, yeah.
Compared to a couple mules.

Aren't you ever happy,
Sommers?

Petie, I still don't know why I
have to wear this ridiculous outfit.

Because your first cover's
a down-at-the-heels dancer

I picked up in some flea-bitten
lounge on the coast,

where you were lucky
to find work.

Honey, you're coming with me
for a better life.

To Hidalgo?

You should've seen
the place I found you.

Now, listen, Jaime,
we're playing my game,

so please be smart enough
to play it my way.

I suppose you want me
to smile at you a lot too, huh?

Very lovingly.
Now, get your act together.

Hey, look.
I can handle my act, okay?

- You handle your act--
- What are you so headstrong for?

- You can--
- Will you please--

Watch where you're going!

Oh!

You see what you've done with your
constant bellyaching?

Crab, crab, crab.

[engine starts, revs]

Well, it's no good.

You'll have to use
the winch to get us out.

Just-Just pull it out
and attach it to something on the bank.

Why don't you do it?
I can drive.

I'm the one that's in danger.

Honey, there's a lot of
flash floods in these tropical zones.

Please, please, just come on.
Hurry up, will you?

You just--
It's very simple.

You just pull it out
as I unreel it.

Yuck.
I don't believe this.

Petie, there's nothing
to tie it to here.

Tie it to a tree stump.

All right?

Okay?

Here goes.

Hold on!

[Jaime] You want out, fella,
you got it.

Boy, that's really
a high-speed winch.

Yeah, it's strange
for an old jeep, isn't it?

Come on. Get in. Get in.

You've caused me
enough trouble already.

[engine starts]

Petie, how long till
we get to Hidalgo?

Never, if you
keep making problems.

Alto, señor... Por favor.

Maybe you'd
better stop, huh?

I'll handle it. I'm not giving
this creep any ride.

I don't think
he's going to like that.

Señor. Hey stop...

Yeah, well, what's
he gonna do about it?

[gunfire]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

And now that I have
your attention, señor,

are you headed
for Hidalgo?

Sí.
No.

It is a little of both,
señor.

This is a private road,
señorita.

It only goes to Hidalgo,
and strangers are not welcome there.

Listen, fella.
You're in big trouble.

We don't think your boss would appreciate
his guests being treated in this way.

Get in the back.
I will drive.

Not in my jeep
you don't.

This revolutionary groupie wouldn't talk
that way if he didn't have this hardware.

If that is the way
you want it, amigo.

[Spanish accent] I think you'd better
humor this person.

Lucky for him you talked me out of
taking him apart.

Aren't you forgetting something,
my friend?

This jeep ain't gonna go
too far on four flat tires.

It is no problem.

Well, he said
it was no problem.

And you'd better turn.

Don't tell me how to steer,
Sommers.

- Come on.
- And there is a problem.

We don't have four spares
for our getaway car.

At least the hotel
doesn't look too bad.

- Are you kidding?
- It could be worse.

- [Petie] Don't start!
- [Man] Stop you dumb ox!

[grunts]

There is the hotel.
And that will be twenty dollars.

- For what?
- Towing you into town.

You think I work
for nothing, señor?

But you shot out
my tires!

Pay him.
I will not.

¡Ay, Chihuahua!

Pay him! Pay him.

Mil gracias, señor.
You're too kind.

Modesto...

Uh,
you forgot your ox.

Probably stole them anyway.

I'd just about
had it with him.

Any more static and I'd have
taken his head off.

Go on home, Bossy.
[moos]

You better let me
carry the big money.

- Hey, come on. It's fine where it is.
- I just wanna see it.

Get out of there.
It's fine where it is.

- I would just like to see it.
- No.

Boy, you really
are a case.

Listen, just play that Spanish dancer
bit to the hilt, till I give them

the Blondie Malone twist.

Then you flash the mug shot for proof.
You got it?

Yeah.

Come on.

[Spanish accent] Oh, I'm so crazy
about you, you know.

You're just
so mucho macho.

[guitar playing]

Not exactly the Beverly Hills Hotel,
is it?

[Jaime]
You see Boylin anywhere?

No. He's probably
in his room.

Buenas tardes, señor.

Uh, I'd like a room for myself
and my lady friend.

Well, I think that
can be arranged.

[clears throat]

Will you
be staying long?

[Spanish accent] Oh, a few weeks.
We are on vacation.

Well, aren't we all,
señorita? [laughs]

Well, I have a nice room available
on the second floor.

That's cash in advance.

I don't take credit cards,
naturally.

Naturally.
How much is it, please?

That will be $1000 a week.

American Plan.

A $1000 a week?

Yes. Well, my customers
like this location.

You see, we're located
where there is no extradition.

That will be in cash,
or stocks, bonds,

negotiable securities,
jewelry, works of art.

My discount is a very fair
50 percent of face value.

See if Boylin
signed the registry.

There's your key.

You don't want us
to sign the register now?

I gave that up as an exercise
in futility some time ago.

Nobody ever signs
their real name.

Of course, you might like
to give me yours?

Friend, have you ever
heard of Blondie Malone?

I know Blondie. She was here just
a few years ago.

- Why do you ask?
- Just wondering.

What's she doing now?

[Spanish accent]
Who knows? Who knows.

I was thinking if she was
going to be here,

that I could meet her
and say, "Hi."

But you know, we can...

We can make friends with
the other people here, no?

Why do you want to do that?

Well, if we're going to be spending
a lot of time together,

it'd be nice
to be good neighbors.

My guests consider "good morning"
a long conversation.

They like their privacy, and I
would suggest you respect theirs.

Sure. Okay.

Would you like me
to put this in the hotel safe?

Oh, we take care
of all valuables. [laughs]

Now, don't let
appearances fool you.

Nobody has ever stolen
anything from that safe.

They have tried, but I take a very dim
view of anybody

who would try to steal anything
from my customers.

Well, it's very comforting
to know that we're so safe.

Come, my little whistle.

Will you stop that?

I have an infallible instinct
for spotting police persons.

The hair stands up
on the back of my neck.

It's rising now,
and if it rises any higher...

kill 'em both.

- [grunts]
- Nice, huh?

- Look at this.
- Oh, gee... [coughs]

Looks like I'm married to all this
material till we leave here, huh?

I don't know.
These people scare me.

They'd as soon kill us
as look at us.

Probably sooner.

I don't know. Come on.
I'm being negative now.

We'll probably find this
Boylin guy right away,

and we can get those plates
and get out of here, huh?

Well, he'll probably come down at dinner,
and I'll spot him there.

Meantime, why don't you clean up

while I go get the luggage
out of the jeep.

- Alright?
- Plan A down the tubes.

- Sommers, about the flash roll.
- Ah!

You're sure that there's
nothing funny about it?

- Funny?
- You know, queer?

It wouldn't be the first time the
government's

sent somebody in with counterfeit

and them not knowing it.
You know what I mean?

Petie, you know what?

There ain't no way you're getting
your hands on that money

to see it, feel it, smell it, touch it.
No way. Nada. Okay?

You go down to the jeep,
get the things,

and I will clean up,
as you so graciously offered.

I was just testing to see
if I could trust you. You scored zip.

Zip!

Zip.

Zip.

Oh, my.

Oy.

My jeep is gone.

My jeep is gone!

Really?

Well, now, it must've
been stolen.

There's a high rate
of crime around here.

Tell me, was it insured?

What do you mean,
was it insured?

It was parked right here
a couple of minutes ago.

Okay,
hold still you jeep.

What's he doing?
That's my jeep.

"T."

Now, I'd make very,
very sure

before I accused the One-Eyed-One
of stealing.

He has a knife and a temper as fast
as a snake's tongue

and twice as deadly.

Now, tell me, all jeeps look alike.
Are you sure that jeep is yours?

You know. Yeah, you're right.
I don't think it looks anything at all

like my jeep.

Mine didn't have
any writing on it.

Oh, I'm glad.
Poor fellow.

He hasn't been able
to pay his rent in months.

He has to take
any job he can get.

"Taxi."
Now "I" or "E"?

Looks like he just went
into the taxi business.

Seems so.

Don't move. "I."

¡Ay, Chihuahua!

- No, just a minute.
- You stupid jeep, I'll kill you!

Whoa... Hey, One-Eye!
One-Eye, hold it.

Put those away like
a good-- No, no, no.

Put those away like a good...

Don't point that at me.
One-Eye.

One-Eye, put that away.
In there. There.

There we are. Now...

Now, that printing is fine!

Besides, nobody in this town
can read English.

[One-Eyed-One]:
Are you sure?

Yes, now you put your
taxi back together again.

By the way, congratulations.
We're partners. Fifty-fifty.

That cuts it!
Sorry, Sommers.

That little weasel is running out on me.
I don't believe this.

Time is of the essence.

[bionic powers activating]

[phone buzzing]
No, not now, Oscar. Come on.

Yeah, hi.

Jaime, there's been
a new development.

Oscar, I'll have to
call you back, okay?

No, no, no. It can't wait.
Our man on the coast tells us

that two enemy agents have
landed in San Rafael

and are heading toward Hidalgo.

That means that we have
certain information

that these two agents
intend to contact Boylin

and buy the currency plates
from him.

- Here in Hidalgo?
- That's right.

Down, Max. At least we know
that Boylin is there.

Now, how are things going
with you and Petie?

Petie is going as fast as he can,
and I'll let you know where

as soon as I find out.

Good. Good luck. Yeah.

No. I love you too, Max,
but listen, I've got work to do.

I can't pet you
all day long, huh?

[bionic powers activating]

[beeping, faint]

Well, well, well.
Where might you be going, Petie?

And don't tell me
I'm being paranoid.

All right, Sommers.
This operation is a bust.

Even a smooth operator
like me can't make out

against some maniac
with a steak knife.

They're not my favorite people either,
Petie, but we've got to try.

Now, Oscar says there's some
foreign agents coming here

to make a deal with Boylin.

All you have to do is point
him out,

and we can grab
those plates and be gone.

I never seen
Boylin in my life.

What?

Look, I'm sorry. You would've found out
sooner or later.

I-I heard of him, but so has
everybody else in the joint.

He's-He's sort of
a cult hero in some circles.

When the grapevine says
the OSI is interested in him

then I-I used this scam
to get parole.

You mean, you have made up
all of this stuff about working with him?

They were going to kill me.

Oh, so you were waiting
for the minute

when you could
grab my money and split, huh?

No, no, no. I was planning
on staying here.

[scoffs]
Well that's even better.

You were going to get in tight with them
by telling them who I was.

No. I wouldn't have if you'd shown me
a little affection.

Oh, come on.
Please, please.

[sighs]

If you run out on me, Oscar will not rest
until he catches you.

However, if you stay
and help me,

he will stand behind his deal
for your parole.

Now what do you say?

Gee, I don't know.
You know.

I want your word, Petie.

My word?
That ain't worth nothing.

Why do you think they
call me the Weasel for?

I don't care.
I want it anyway.

This much I'll do.

Stay till we somehow
spot Boylin, okay?

Okay.

Or until we can--
Until I can steal back my jeep.

Whichever comes first.
All right?

Fine.

Fine.

You're crazy. You know that?

That's my problem.

My word.
Boy, you really are crazy.

Are your neck hairs
high enough yet

for me to start
forming a firing squad?

Just about.

Order them shot
if they try and leave again.

- Margarita.
- Dos.

Okay. It's one for him
and two for you.

Uh, n--

[Jaime] Do you think that man
could be Boylin, there?

[Petie] [scoffs]
He could be anybody.

There's got to be some way
we can tell which one he is.

[mumbles]

[Woman] Hi.

Welcome to the jail.

The jail?

Yeah. That's what
this place is.

We're worse prisoners here
than we'd be back home.

We're all serving indefinite sentences,
with no time off for good behavior.

Do you mean you cannot
leave this place if you want to?

[scoffs] Yeah.
We could all leave.

We don't have anyplace
to go anymore.

Maybe you'll be lucky and won't pass
the reception committee.

Reception committee?

Okay.

There's one for him
and two for you.

Two for me.

Gracias.

[fly buzzing]

Ah, you were saying?

- [Woman] About what?
- [Petie]The reception committee.

Mm, yeah.

Gustave's paranoid
about police spies.

They send them in here
sometimes to check up on us.

Gustave always
trips them up.

He'll probably question
you both after dinner.

Well, we got nothing
to hide.

If you've got nothing to hide,
what are you doing in Hidalgo?

Baby, shall we go up and freshen up
before dinner?

I think
you are fresh enough.

Two.

- No doubt about it.
- Is it him?

I wish I knew
what they were saying.

[bionic ear beeping]

[Gustave] No. He's got all the habits
of a man who's served time.

She's the one
that doesn't ring quite true.

There's nothing of
the criminal about her.

She's a police spy.

I'm sure of that.

- They're onto us, Petie.
- How do you know?

I heard Gustave talking.

How could you hear them
when I couldn't?

It doesn't matter.
He thinks I'm a police spy.

- What'd he say about me?
- He thinks you're all right.

Gee, he ain't such a bad judge
of character after all.

Petie, come on.
We've got a problem here.

What do you mean, "we"?
You've got the problem.

You gave me your word.

You going to start with that again?
Just forget it!

Petie, they're-they're not going to
forgive you for bringing me here you know?

You're in this
as deep as I am.

Well, I'm not going to wait
around for forgiveness! I'm out!

Oh, come on!
Forget it, Sommers.

Hey.

[whistling]

We're surrounded by guards.

I guess
I bought the farm too.

Alright, look, uh, we're not
going to sit around and wait for this.

You go down and talk to Gustave,
and I'm going to search the other rooms.

Okay? Come on.

You gentlemen have
no other luggage?

It was a sudden trip.

That's quite all right.

Quite a few of my guests
arrive on very short notice.

- How long will you be staying?
- Just for the night.

[fly buzzing]

Well, that's very unusual.

It is.

Ah... Good.

Ah, we have
a very nice room for you.

Lovely view
of the town square.

Ah, here's the key.
One-Eye!

Show these gentlemen
to their room, please.

[fly buzzing]

This is your room.

Bring us two margaritas.

[bionic ear beeping]

[Man 1 ] I hope Boylin
contacts us quickly.

[Man 2]
Don't worry, my friend.

Five million dollars
is a great deal of money

for a freelance thief.

Buenos días.

- What're you doing in my room?
- Well...

Trying to steal the few things
I've got left, huh?

No.

You know what Gustave'll
do to you for this?

It's not what you think.
Please do not turn me in.

Why should I
give you a break?

Because I think
I can help you, huh?

Tomorrow morning
I'm going back to the coast.

If you really want to leave this place,
you could come with me.

- You mean it?
- Sure.

I can't.

¿Por qué no?

You don't know
what I've done.

I blew my life.
Fell for the wrong guy.

[footsteps approaching]

Somebody's coming.

Oh, no. Just be very quiet,
and nothing will happen.

They're going to think
I covered for you.

How would they know?

She's in here! Help me!
She's in here! Help me!

She was trying to rob me.

Robbing?
That is a man's work.

I am taking you
to Señor Gustave.

Amiguito.

Come here.

Now, stay here.

The girl caught me going through her room.
She blew the whistle.

Petie, we've got to get me out of this.
Now, I heard those two agents talking.

They're here to buy the
currency plates from Boylin.

That's disgusting.

How could he sell out
his country for money?

They're starting their offer
at $5,000,000.

Really?

Oh, I hear you were
stealing from my guests.

What were you looking for?
Anything she could find.

Look, you have got to stop this
kleptomania, or you will get in trouble.

I try, but the bad habits
are hard to break, you know?

Stop lying. I don't believe
that you are a kleptomaniac,

but I do believe
that you are a police spy.

Her?

[scoffs]

She's just a dancer.

A dancer?

Well, my guests get little enough
entertainment as it is,

so you must dance for us.

And I'll feed your fingers to the iguanas
before I kill you both,

if she doesn't dance
very, very well.

Don't worry. She's wonderful.

For a girl that's called
"the Clod of the Flamenco."

Two left feet, you know,
with the castanets, all thumbs.

She-She does a novelty act,
and it's hilarious.

Really. She falls
over furniture, whatnot.

Well, if she makes me laugh,

you're in big trouble.

One-Eye, will you go up
and get the other guests, please?

[fly buzzing]

- Might as well confess.
- What?

I'm sorry, Jaime.

Listen, I've got some information
I think you might find interesting.

Excuse us.

[bionic ear beeping]

If you tell me
she doesn't dance,

you are a dead man.

I admit, I might've been
taken in by her too.

Personally,
I've never seen her perform.

If she stinks, she deserves
everything she gets.

That's what you
wanna tell me, huh?

No. Is there a guest here
name of Boylin?

There might be.

Well, he's got something
really valuable.

We came down here
to steal it.

[thinking] Oh, Petie,
you gave me your word.

What is the object,
and how much is the value?

Engraving plates.

They're worth five... [stammering]
five hundred thousand dollars.

Five hundred thousand dollars?

Well, that's very interesting.

[laughing]

Ah, One-Eye, bring the guests
right down, please.

Petie,
what are you up to?

I set up Gustave into
pointing out Boylin to us,

then I'll go up,
search the room for the plates

while you keep
everyone distracted down here.

Do not double-cross me,
please.

[Gustave] Ladies and gentlemen,
please hurry.

Oh, ladies and gentlemen, we have
a rare treat in store for us today.

This charming young lady
is going to dance for us.

[patrons applauding]

And immediately
following that,

we may have
a surprise encore,

the execution
of a police spy.

[thinking] How am I going to
fake my way through this?

I want you to go upstairs
and really search Boylin's room.

And you are looking
for engraving plates.

- I will find them.
- Mm-hmm.

Now, then, young lady,
you will dance. Hmm?

It better be good.

[thinking] Oh, I hope I can
remember how Carmen Miranda did it.

[music begins]

[exclaims in Spanish]

¡Gracias!

[speaking Spanish] Yeow!

[music speeds up]

[shouts rhythmically]

Yee-haw!

They thought
they could fool me?

Oh, you are beautiful.

How long do I have to
keep this up?

[speaks Spanish]

[speaks Spanish]

- [gasps]
- You've got my property, fella.

Your property?

How could you be Boylin?

I'm Mrs. Boylin.

Hand 'em over.

Oh, sure, sure.
Right here. Right here.

[man] She's not bad.

[thinking]
What can I do now?

[speaks Spanish]

Yeah.

[thinking]
Petie, will you please hurry?

[music speeds up]

- Olé!
- Olé!

- [cheering]
- Gustave, don't let her get away!

Her partner stole
my engraving plates.

Your plates?

Yeah. I'm Boylin's wife.

He died last month, and all he left
me was the plans to steal those plates,

so I did the job myself.

And her partner's got them!

Well, so you are a dancer,
police spy or a thief.

It doesn't matter. In either case
the punishment is the same.

[Gustave] Little man!

We have your girlfriend!

You will have
until I count ten

to come back and save her!

There's no girl alive
worth five million bucks.

You call him.
Add your own appeal.

I said call him!

Petie! Petie, if you can hear me,
keep going.

You can't save me anyway.

That was very foolish.
Stay here!

Little man!

Her life is in your hands!

One, two...

I am not bluffing!
I am going to kill her.

I know it. I know that.

Three, four...

This is ridiculous.

...five, six...

All right. She's a nice enough gal,
but five million?

...seven, eight...

I want your word, Petie.

My word.
My word ain't worth nothing.

It never were
since the day I was conceived.

Everybody knows that
except her.

She's crazy.

...nine...

Wait! I'm crazy.
Don't shoot!

Shoot him
as soon as you see him.

I'm coming in. I'm coming in.

Watch out!

After them!

I want those plates!

Petie, wait for me!

Come on.

[Mrs. Boylin] Not without me, Gustave.
Those plates are mine.

[Gustave] Alright, get in.
We'll negotiate later!

Watch it, One-Eye!

[One-Eye] Ay, you stupid taxi!
What's the matter with you?

Come on, come on.
They're getting away.

[Mrs. Boylin]
Don't let her get away!

You jeep...
I'm going to teach you.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
We're not going to make it.

Just get going.
I'll stall them.

- Wait, wait. Come on.
- No. You heard me. Move it.

Listen,
don't panic, okay?

When I holler, you jump in
that doorway and do it.

[Gustave] Hurry up!
They can't be too far ahead.

[honking horn]

Petie, jump.

[One-Eye] Stupid Jeep!

[Gustave] One-Eye.
Get me out of this ditch!

Get me out of here!

[Gustave yells]

You stupid jeep!
You stupid!

[clamoring]

[gunshots ricochet]

[shouts]
I kill you!

[Oscar]
You did great, babe.

Could I give Petie
his pardon myself?

Here it is.

Thank you. Oh, boy.

Come in, Mr. Regan.

- Hi.
- Well, hi.

Look at you.
You look terrific.

I think this makes
it official.

Gonna go straight now, right?

Sure.

You mean it?

Of course.

Give me your word.

Would you stop already
with that "word" stuff?

I told you
it wasn't worth anything.

Well, it was to me.

Well,
maybe a little.

[theme music]