Original subtitles

[music playing]

-You have got to be joking.

-I never joke about money, Richie.

Especially when it's mine.

Besides, this place has atmosphere.

-Yeah, I can smell it from here.

Amanda?

-What?

-What's wrong with a regular bank?

-Unfortunately, dear boy, regular banks are full of sad

little men who'd insist on knowing all the dreary little

details of my overseas money transfer.

-So?

-So, behold the temple of no questions asked.

-Amanda?

-What?

-That's called fraud.

-No, Richie.

That's called CYA.

Cover your assets.

Now, are you gonna come in with me?

-No thank you.

I think I'm just gonna stay with my bike.

-That's OK.

-Come on.

Fill her up.

Relax, man.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

-Uh-oh.

-Amanda.

-Cory?

[laughter]

[alarm]

-Hey!

[gunshots]

-Against the sidewalk!

Stay where you are and nobody gets hurt!

[gunshots]

-Amanda!

NARRATOR: He is Duncan MacLeod, the Highlander.

Born in 1592 in the Highlands of Scotland,

and he is still alive.

He is immortal.

For 400 years he's been a warrior, a lover, a wanderer,

constantly facing other immortals in

combat to the death.

The winner takes his enemy's head, and with it his power.

I am a Watcher, part of a secret society of men and

women who observe and record--

but never interfere.

We know the truth about immortals.

In the end, there can be only one.

May it be Duncan MacLeod, the Highlander.

[MUSIC - QUEEN, "PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE"]

AMANDA [OFFSCREEN]: Woo-hoo!

CORY [OFFSCREEN]: Was that a rush, or was that a rush?

[giggling]

[honking]

Just like old times, isn't it?

-Yeah.

Too old.

You know, I haven't been in a getaway car since, uh--

too long.

-Miss it?

-Yeah, I do.

-Uh-huh.

You miss anything else?

-Well.

-Mm-mm.

Now he's persistent little devil.

You know him?

-Yeah, he's a friend.

-Ah.

A friend.

Well, let's just take a look a what kind of friends you're

making these days.

[laughter]

-What are you doing, Cory?

-Ahh!

-What was that for?

-Woo!

Well, maybe I want you all to myself.

-Well I'm flattered, of course, Cory.

But I think that's a little much.

-Don't get your knickers in a knot.

He's an immortal.

Takes a licking, keeps on ticking.

-Since when did you get so careful?

-Since forensics got better.

You know, it is getting harder and harder for an honest man

to make a dishonest living these days.

-Hm.

-What are you standing there for?

Come on, we're two minutes behind schedule already.

-We?

No, wait a minute.

No.

I'm just an innocent bystander.

-Oh, no.

-No.

-No, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

Don't kid yourself, little sister.

From the moment you jumped in the back of that van, you

became an accomplice.

-No.

-Mm-hm.

You and me.

Together again.

Your cheeks are flushed.

-No, I-- it's just merely a, uh--

metabolic surge in reaction to an external stimuli.

That's all it is.

That's all it is.

[whistle]

What now?

-Ahem.

-Oh my god, the '24 Packard.

I can't believe it.

-I've always enjoyed the distinctive allure of a

classic chassis.

-Mm, you silver-tongued devil.

-Your chariot awaits, my queen.

-Oh, thank you.

Oh!

[music playing]

-Hey, slow down!

Hey!

Ahh!

Dammit!

-Cory.

-Aw.

-What?

-Well, I--

I think he swiped my hood ornament.

-Well, mister, uh--

Grinkhov, is it?

Look at it this way.

At least nobody got hurt, and they didn't get away with

much.

-Yeah, yeah.

Couple of thousand, I guess.

Too early to tell.

-OK, boys.

I think we've taken up enough of these folks' time today.

I'll meet you back at the car.

-Save me a donut.

So what happened?

-You tell me.

There was $1.4 million, cash.

And I want it back.

What I pay for you?

So some lowlife can waltz through front door

and clean me out?

-I already got the word on the street.

Nobody knows nothing.

-Is that what the hell this--

-This guy came from nowhere!

-All I know is I am one and a half million poorer than I was

this morning, and I am not happy man!

-Don't worry.

I'll make it right.

-Yeah, you bet you'll make it right.

You'll find money, and bastard who stole it,

or it is your ass.

You like my English?

-I got the message.

-There's gotta be something else we can do.

-Well, if you've got a better idea, I'm listening.

-No.

No.

Wait, Mac.

This is it.

-1924 Packard.

You sure?

-Oh yeah.

I'm sure.

I got a real close look at that grill.

What do you think he wants with Amanda?

-What do immortals usually want with other immortals?

[giggling]

-Oh, nice.

Nice.

Mm--

OK.

-Oh.

It's good to see you again.

-Yes.

It is.

It's great.

Great.

-You know, you always were a great-looking skirt.

-Skirt?

Cory, you're living in the past.

What are you doing?

-Well, some habits die hard.

I can think of one in particular.

-Look, Cory, I'm really flattered, and everything.

But I--

I can't, um--

I can't do this, OK?

-You're married.

-No, I'm--

-Well then--

-I'm your original serial monogamist.

You know?

One guy at a time.

-The guy on the bike.

-You know, I really should call home.

He's probably really worried about me.

[phone ringing]

-Hello?

Hello?

Hey.

-You got an appointment?

-No.

We're looking for a 1924 Packard.

-I'm happy for you.

-Look, it's really important that we find it.

-Really?

-Yeah.

-You a cop or something?

-No.

-Then buzz off.

-[FRENCH ACCENT] Does he not know who I am?

-I give up.

Who?

-[FRENCH ACCENT] I am Jacques Beri.

The greatest director of all France.

-You make movies?

-[FRENCH ACCENT] Movies?

I make film history.

-You heard the man.

Film history.

-[FRENCH ACCENT] But I am desolate.

I am-- distraught.

-You are?

-[FRENCH ACCENT] I am!

-He is.

-[FRENCH ACCENT] I, Jacques Beri, am on the threshold of

creating my greatest masterpiece!

But the gods-- oh, the gods.

They mock me.

Ha!

[rattling]

The only thing my creation lacks is a car.

No.

Not just any car.

It must be a 1924 Packard!

You, sir.

-Me?

-[FRENCH ACCENT] You are also an artist.

Look at these hands.

The hands of a genius.

-Genius.

-Genius?

-[FRENCH ACCENT] But what good is a genius

without the right tools?

-Yeah.

Right.

-[FRENCH ACCENT] You see?

He understands me.

-Course he does.

-[FRENCH ACCENT] He knows my pain.

I love this man.

I love him!

-'24 Packard?

-[FRENCH ACCENT] Oui.

Oui.

-There was this guy.

He was looking for a part.

I'll--

I'll go check the order book.

-[FRENCH ACCENT] Oh, buddy!

-Genius.

-I'll applaud later.

-That'd be nice.

Is that it?

-Yeah.

That's the one.

-Didn't leave much of an impression.

-Oh, funny.

Ha-ha.

[door opening]

OK, buddy.

Where is she?

-Cory.

-MacLeod?

-Amanda?

-Serial monogamy, Amanda?

Now, unless I'm seeing double-- which I don't--

I-- see, I count two of them.

Now I recognize you.

You know, you look a lot different flying over

the hood of a car.

-Yeah?

How would you like to go flying through a wall?

-He didn't mean anything by it, Richie.

Did you, Cory?

-Course not.

I don't know him well enough to dislike him yet.

-Why, I oughta--

-Easy, Richie.

-Hey, kid.

What's the big deal?

You're an immortal, right?

It's all in fun.

-All in fun?

Huh?

Are you nuts?

-Let's just everyone relax.

As you can see, the young lady is in no immediate--

immediate--

physical jeopardy.

-Well, obviously not.

In fact, she's--

positively glowing.

-I was gonna suggest that we dive into the old hot tub.

There's room for two more.

-Well, you can count me out.

You know what they say, don't you?

Two's company, and four is--

not sanitary.

-You know, I think he's still jealous.

[sirens]

AMANDA [OFFSCREEN]: Rules are made to be broken.

So are contracts.

-We signed on with Barnum and Bailey for a year.

We can't just leave.

Where they gonna find an act as good as us?

-Let 'em use that third-rate lion tamer.

The Amazing Amanda takes second billing to no one.

-I thought he was pretty good.

-And having to do that tacky fortune teller

scam in between shows.

-You looked great.

I mean, with that turban, and-- and you know, the

crystal ball!

You could have fooled me.

-Is that what I spent 60 years perfecting my tightrope

technique for?

Well, is it?

-Uh, Amanda, maybe you should slow down.

Just a little bit.

-You know, you're not listening to me.

I don't think you care.

You don't care how depressed I get working these one-pump

towns, night after night.

I mean, where's the glitz?

The glamour?

The great white way?

-Stop!

[mooing]

-What are you, blind?

-I saw them.

-Course you did.

-You're a little edgy today, aren't you?

-Can't be coming from the cows.

There.

Looks like an armored truck.

-Really?

-Don't get any funny ideas, Amanda.

-Moi?

-Excuse me, gentlemen.

-What's he doing?

Get out!

Out!

Get down!

-Oh, no.

-Get down!

DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: Not now.

-Thank you.

Sir, down.

DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: I don't want to be involved in this.

-I'm sorry, fellas.

[coughing]

-Here's a little something for your troubles.

[moo]

-Excuse me.

What does he think he's doing?

[whistle]

-Stop flirting.

That immortal just robbed that armored car!

-So?

He saw it first.

Come on.

We've still got 14 hours to get to Chicago.

-I'm driving.

-No, you're not driving.

-Yes I am.

I'm not gonna let you drive this car.

Not gonna hit any more cows walking along.

-Do you know how to work this?

-I know how to work it.

I hope.

-This one.

No, this one.

There you go.

-See?

-Be careful.

It's my new car.

-Oh, I like your new car.

But you love the big top.

-Ten bucks a week doesn't cut it.

I'm not going back.

-Yeah, but don't you remember the crowd?

Amanda!

Amanda!

-I'm not going back.

-Oh!

-How much do you think he made?

-He didn't make it.

He stole it.

-Oh, picky, picky.

That's his car!

-So?

-I want to meet him.

-Why?

-Please.

Pretty please.

-OK.

Stay in good health, yeah?

-I'll never forget you for this, Mr. Cory.

Crops died off.

The government left us flat.

Wasn't for you, we'd have starved.

God bless you, son.

-Goodbye.

-Bye.

God bless you.

-Cory Raines.

-Amanda.

Um, they actually call me The Amazing Amanda.

-I'll bet they do.

-Yeah, they call me Duncan MacLeod.

So, you're giving it away, huh?

-Oh, well.

What else is it for, eh?

I like giving this family hope.

A chance to move west to California.

Start a new life.

-Oh, brother.

Spare me the violins.

-Well, I haven't taken all the bank's money.

They got lots left.

So do you.

Think of me as the Robin Hood of the 1920s.

-Well, I got news for you, Robin.

This isn't Sherwood Forest.

And you're not stealing from the rich, you're

stealing from banks.

Banks that hold other people's money.

People like them.

-Nobody's getting hurt.

And I'm doing a little good for the common people.

-Yep.

Block's cracked.

What now, Robin?

-Here you go.

Catch.

You take care of her, she'll take care of you.

-Thank you.

Come on, kids.

Let's try her out.

Here we go.

Next stop, California.

-Oh, thank you.

come on, kids.

-Cory, that's the most unselfish

thing I've ever seen.

-So I guess now you'll be wanting a ride, huh?

-Thanks again, my friend.

-Oh, see, now you got the idea.

Nice.

-OK, get in.

In the back.

If I were you, I'd switch the place before you

hit the main road.

Probably a little hot.

-It's a minor detail, Mackie-boy.

Minor detail.

-See?

Told you.

What have we gotten ourselves into?

We don't even know this guy.

[whistle]

Yeah, woof-woof.

CORY [OFFSCREEN]: Nothing like the open road.

Does this thing go any faster at all?

[whistling]

-Uh-oh.

Uh-oh.

AMANDA [OFFSCREEN]: Uh-oh.

COP [OFFSCREEN]: If he moves, blast him!

-Oh, brother.

-Hold it there, mister!

-Oh.

Looks like the party's over.

COP [OFFSCREEN]: Nobody move!

-Doesn't look good.

-Come on.

Doesn't look good?

Where is your sense of adventure?

-Well, I'd say right now it's about 10 to 20 years behind

bars.

-Listen, don't worry.

OK?

I've always got a plan.

-Well, now would be a good time.

-I got it.

You two are my hostages, see?

And you didn't have-- you didn't have anything to do

with the-- with the robbery.

That's it.

Exactly.

Perfect.

You two get off scot-free.

-Yeah.

And what about you?

-Mm.

I'll be waiting for you two to dig me up.

COP [OFFSCREEN]: Y'all stay right there!

-I'm not digging him up.

-OK!

Don't move!

Freeze!

Or I'll blow these hostages into Swiss cheese!

-Drop the gun, boy!

-Whoo!

You'll never take me alive, coppers!

[gunfire]

-Y'all stay put in the car, now!

Hold it right there.

Put your hands up!

-Oh my god, I am so glad you found that man.

He was gonna kill us.

He was gonna kill us!

-There, there.

It's all over now.

[grunting]

-Can't we dig any faster?

-We, huh?

[thud]

-Ah.

CORY [OFFSCREEN]: It's about time!

-You know, it would really serve him right.

-Uh-uh.

Don't you even think about it.

We're coming, Cory.

CORY [OFFSCREEN]: All right.

-Ready?

-God, for a minute there I thought you

guys weren't coming.

I was dying in there.

-It never crossed our minds.

-Eh, speak for yourself.

-Ha!

The guy's a riot.

You know, I got an idea.

Oh, I love you.

What do you say we run this racket all over the country?

-Brilliant!

-Stupid.

-But we'd make a fortune!

-We'll get caught.

-Well of course we will.

Dig us up, we start all over.

-You're not actually listening to this maniac, are you?

-Well, why not?

I mean, it beats fortune telling for rubes.

-Well, if that's what you want, go ahead.

But just don't expect me to come along on

your suicide junket.

-So you--

you're telling me you don't want to go with me?

-If that's what you want.

-Well, if you want me to stay, just tell me.

-It's up to you.

-Fine.

Fine.

-Fine.

-It looks like it's just the two of us.

-Yep.

Fine.

Just you and me, dollface.

So long, Mackie-boy!

-Yeah.

We're gonna have a lot of fun.

-Gonna be fun!

-Yeah, you do that.

-Lots of fun!

-Lots of fun.

Fun.

-Whoo!

-You're letting her drive?

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

What fun.

Bye.

-Don't get forget to fill in the grave.

-Amanda.

Wait, wait!

Hey, hey, hey!

Let's talk about this!

[piano music playing]

[sirens]

[gunshots]

[sirens]

[sirens]

[sirens]

[sirens]

[gunshots]

-You can wait.

I'm getting tired of this, Amanda.

This is the last time.

I told you, it's the last time!

CORY [OFFSCREEN]: See you later, Mackie-boy!

AMANDA [OFFSCREEN]: We'll write!

-Someone else can dig you up.

I'm not doing this anymore.

Better things to do.

[sirens]

-Ha!

Don't.

-Those were the good old days, huh?

-Yeah?

Are you nuts?

How many times did you get shot?

-Oh, I don't know.

Um-- more than Bonnie, less than Clyde.

What's the difference?

-Come on, Richie.

Let's go.

Amanda.

-Take that.

That's OK.

-Amanda.

Think about tomorrow.

-I mean, how can you like that guy?

Everything to him is just one big joke.

-Well, that's sort of why I like him.

-Uh-huh. yeah.

-Yeah.

-What did he mean about tomorrow?

-To-- tomorrow?

-Yeah.

Tomorrow.

-Well, um--

he sort of wants me to do this job.

-What kind of job?

-The Federal Reserve.

-The Federal Reserve.

-Grinkhov.

Yeah.

Found our boy.

But we're gonna need some more bodies.

-You're not actually thinking of helping Cory rob the

Federal Reserve, are you?

-So what if I am?

-Because it's not some ma and pa outfit out of hicksville.

You're talking about the Federal Reserve.

-Oh, come on, MacLeod.

It's not the whole Federal Reserve.

-Oh, that's a relief.

-It's more like a, you know-- a Federal Reserve truck.

A small one.

And look, Cory has promised that no one-- no one, no one--

is gonna get hurt.

-Oh, he guaranteed you that, did he?

-Yeah.

Yeah.

He has a plan.

-Oh, he would.

-You know what?

I think you are jealous.

-I'm not jealous.

-Yes, you are.

-No I'm not.

-Why not?

-Because Cory thinks this is a big game.

That's why.

I mean, you get shot, you die, and bingo,

you pop back up again.

Immortality is a gift.

It's not a game.

You don't run people over just for fun.

Right?

-Absolutely right.

Not that I'm taking sides, or anything.

-Look, you get in over your head, don't come looking to me

to bail you out.

-What are-- what are you saying?

Are you throwing me out?

-I didn't say that!

-No, I think that's what I heard.

-Hey.

Hey, hey.

Wait a minute.

You don't need the money.

-I'm not gonna stay where I'm not wanted.

-Hey!

I didn't say I didn't want you here.

-I know what I heard, and I don't need to be told twice.

-Amanda!

-Smooth.

Very, very smooth.

I'm taking notes.

-Amanda.

-What?

-Why are you doing this?

-Why shouldn't I do this?

-Because it's-- it's--

it's dangerous, and it's stupid.

-Oh, great.

Now I'm stupid, as well.

-No.

Look, please, I--

-Please what?

Please don't rob the Federal Reserve?

Please stay away from Cory?

What?

-What you do with Cory's your business.

-Exactly.

-Look.

-What?

Are you gonna stop me?

-No.

-Then get out of my way.

-What do you want from me?

-You know what, MacLeod?

It is amazing.

We have known each other 350 years, and

you still don't know.

[knocking]

-Well, well, well.

I thought you said you weren't interested?

-Mm.

I say a lot of things, you know?

Just changed my mind.

-Well, it's a woman's prerogative.

-Mm-hm.

-OK, well, then, um--

let's--

let's get down to business.

-Uh, yeah.

Let's go see those plans of yours.

[strange hum]

I knew you'd come.

-Amanda?

-Richie?

Where's MacLeod?

-Where's Cory?

-He's out.

What are you doing here?

-I'm trying to stop you from making a big mistake.

-Well, you can just forget it.

Because I'm going to do the job.

And that's that.

-No, no, no, Amanda, I'm not talking about the heist.

I'm talking about you and Mac.

-Richie, you're wasting your time.

-Look, Amanda, you don't really want to be with Cory.

You're just doing it to get back at MacLeod.

-Well thank you for your insight,

Oprah, but you're wrong.

You know, I--

I'm missing the good old days.

You know, the running from town to town, one stop ahead

of the cops, all that good stuff.

You know.

-I know Mac comes on a little strong, but that's only

because he cares about you.

-Did he send you here to tell me that?

-No.

-Well, you see, that's the difference

between MacLeod and Cory.

You know, a woman wants to be wanted.

Not just a woman.

Everyone wants that.

-But he does want you.

-Then why didn't he tell me to stay?

-Because, Amanda dear, nobody actually tells you anything.

-That's beside the point.

No, this is the right thing to do.

You know, it's time to cut loose and have some fun.

Do you want to come along?

-OK, this is the armored car route.

-Yeah, so?

-And this is where we're gonna stop it.

-Because?

-Because at that moment a nearby car

will choose to explode.

Boom.

-And that's where Cory is.

-Right.

He's wiring the dynamite as we speak.

-You're really gonna go through with this?

-Why not?

It's an elegant, simple little scheme, you know?

We pull the armored car over, we gas the security guards,

and make off with the loot.

And nobody gets hurt.

-Amanda, you don't know that for sure.

-Come on, tiger.

You didn't used to be such a boy scout.

Don't you miss the thrill of a plan well-laid, a lock

well-picked?

You know, the adrenalin high?

Or have you forgotten?

-No, no.

I remember.

Being terrified.

Never knowing who to trust.

Always wondering if today would be the

day that I bite it.

Amanda, I've been there, and I've done that, and I'm

definitely staying very far away from anything that has to

do with Cory.

-Cory is a pro.

-Cory is an ass.

-You're just saying that because he ran over you.

-Twice.

[knocking]

COP [OFFSCREEN]: Open up.

It's the police.

-Go, go, go.

Oh!

The map!

-Freeze!

[gunshot]

-Let go of me.

-No matter.

I'm sure he'll come back for a little spitfire like you.

-Let go of me.

-Dollface?

Ugh!

-Oh, I've waited 70 years to do that.

-What's that for?

Where's Amanda?

-Amanda.

She's been arrested, thanks to you.

-Let's just talk this out for a second, OK?

First, what do you mean, arrested?

Where?

-In your cabin.

-Oh, no.

Well that--

this puts a little kink in things.

-Yeah, well you know what?

I'm gonna put a little kink in your ass.

Right after you help me get her out.

-Yeah, you know, I would love to.

But we got us a little-- a little situation here.

-What kind of situation?

-Well, at 8:29, an armored car comes by here.

And, um--

I--

I set that Saab to blow at 8:28.

So.

[music playing]

-Uh-oh.

-How do you disarm the car?

-There's-- come on, no!

There's no time.

-What do you mean, there's no time?

-Disarming the car wasn't really in the-- the plan.

-The plan?

Gimme the keys.

-No!

-Gimme the keys!

-What?

No!

-Gimme the keys!

-No, no, no.

Come on.

Come on, come on.

[piano music playing]

Oh, no.

Aw.

-Yowza!

Ooh.

That's gotta hurt.

-Ugh.

Uh--

don't even touch me.

-Oh, come on!

Mackie-boy!

-And don't call me Mackie-boy.

-Oh, yeah, yeah.

No problem.

No, hey.

No hard feelings.

All right?

-Oh, no.

Why let a little thing like being blown up come between

us, huh?

-No, no, no!

Wait!

It's all in fun!

It's all in fun!

Wait a second.

You think about it.

You can't kill me.

You can't kill me.

You need me to get Amanda out, yeah?

-I really hate you.

-Yeah.

-First you run me off the road.

Then you get Amanda arrested.

-Hey, I did not get Amanda arrested.

-And now you've blown up Mac.

-Blown him up.

He is hardly the worse for wear.

MacLeod, please, can you--

-Shut up.

Shut up!

Yeah, OK.

Thank you.

Yeah.

The police don't have Amanda.

-What?

-Yeah.

They're, uh--

everybody's got the same story.

No leads in the robbery case.

No, uh, arrest.

No suspects in custody.

No Amanda.

-Hm.

Well.

If the police don't have Amanda, then who does?

-Exactly.

-Cory.

-No.

Oh.

You know, you're not really gonna like this very much.

-Oh, I'm sure I won't.

-Sam Grinkhov.

-Excuse me?

-Sam Grinkhov.

-You stole from Sam Grinkhov?

-What is that horrible stench?

Oh.

Of course.

It's a rotten cop.

-No, no, no.

Don't damage insurance policy.

-Obviously a gentleman of discretion.

Though somewhat dubious fashion sense.

-Your partner took something that didn't belong to him.

Namely, my money.

And I want it back.

-You know, you really should brush after lunch.

-And you really should learn to shut your mouth.

-Just relax, Fido.

OK?

Look, my hands are tied.

You'll have to dial.

-Mm-hm.

Yeah.

-MacLeod, this is totally ridiculous.

-You are staying put.

You know, what were you thinking, stealing from Sam

Grinkhov, anyway?

You know, you're not a thief.

You're an idiot.

-Excuse me?

-You heard me.

-OK, OK.

This is how it works.

Richie and I give back the money, and

he gives back Amanda.

-Yeah, no can do.

-Come again?

-Well, I gave the money away.

-Oh.

-Yeah, right.

I supposed to an orphanage, huh?

-Actually, yes.

To the Little Angels orphanage, just across town.

You can check it if you want.

-Oh my god.

-Come on, you guys.

You know what it's like.

-No.

What's it like?

-You know what it's like growing up in one of those

places, man?

No money.

No toys.

No love.

-That's a real pity.

-OK, Mother Theresa.

How you gonna give the money back to Grinkhov?

-Well, I thought that you could float me the cash.

Strictly a loan.

-$1.4 million?

-That's a lot of dough.

-Yeah.

All right, um-- yeah, recession.

OK.

-You know what?

I think it's time for you to leave.

Can you fly?

-What?

-Richie, give me a hand.

-Absolutely.

-Hey, no!

No, no, no!

No, I got a plan.

I got a plan.

See, we go for the Federal Reserve truck again tomorrow.

-No.

-Come on, it was a beauty of a plan!

Except for the--

the little timer thing.

-Wait.

Wait, wait.

I've got a better idea.

-There's--

there's gotta be a better way.

I mean, work with me, here.

Let's-- let's be creative.

-Shut up.

Shut up.

That's the detonator.

Boom.

-It's a fake one, right?

-Trust me.

I've got a plan.

-It's not bad, huh?

Hopefully they won't look too close.

-Well, hopefully, they won't have the time.

OK, Cory-boy.

We have ignition.

-See ya, buddy.

-What gives?

-Um, you give up Amanda, and I give you the combination to

the briefcase.

-Screw combination.

-Oh, no, no, no.

See, any attempt to tamper with the lock will detonate

the contents.

-He's bluffing.

-It's your call.

[clicking]

It is mild weather for this time of year, isn't it?

-OK, uncut her.

Get her out of my sight.

-I'm hurt.

-Easy.

-Thanks.

Uh, Cory, you coming with me?

-He stays.

-Right behind you, dollface.

-The combination.

-Oh.

All right.

Let me see if I remember how that goes.

Right.

Um--

three--

two--

one--

boom!

Can you say incendiary device?

-You wouldn't.

-You got 60 seconds.

Oh, and could you leave the money on the way out, please?

-Well?

Don't I even get a kiss?

-I think it worked.

I think.

-You're bluffing.

-45 seconds to go.

-Hell, it's not my money.

-Oh yeah.

-Yeah.

It did work!

-Yeah.

-Good plan-- ow!

-Oh, baby.

I'm sorry.

-Oh, you're not that crazy.

No.

No.

No.

-It's brilliant.

-Yep.

-Brilliant plan.

-Thank you.

-Well, now for the grand finale.

-You didn't.

-You wouldn't.

Would you?

-Oh, come on, Mac.

Let me.

-No, no, no.

This one's all mine.

AMANDA [OFFSCREEN]: No.

-Oh!

Bet that hurts, Cory.

[coughing]

-Hey!

What the hell was that for?

-It's all in fun, Cory-boy!

It's all in fun!

Somebody leaving?

-Yeah, um--

well, Cory already blew town.

-Ah.

-Said he had a plan.

And I think that I should, uh--

you know.

Hit the road too.

At least until Grinkhov stops looking for me.

-I wish you could stay.

-That was really nice to hear.

But I think I should go.

-Well, of course you should.

-Hey, Mackie-boy.

See you in Paris?

-[FRENCH ACCENT] But of course, cheri.

But of course.

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