All language subtitles for Day of the Assassin (1981)

(exploding)

TV: And so the
controversy surrounding the

sinking of the Shah's
yacht continues to grow.

Accusation following accusation,

denial following
denials that the yacht

was deliberately
scuttled as a means

of concealing the
deposed ruler's fortune.

It's said to be worth
millions of dollars,

much of which is
still believed to be

aboard the sunken ship,
a fortune that they claim

belongs to the people
and was stolen from them

by the Shah and his family.

The Shah's enemies
also claim that there

may be documents
aboard the yacht of

even greater value
than the treasure.

Documents so sensitive,
that should they fall

into the hands of
the wrong people,

it could plunge the
entire Middle East

into a political and
religious bloodbath

of the most disastrous
consequence.

Pull up closer to them, easy.

(splashes)

Good morning.

Man in Red: Give
me a hand (mumbles).

Man with Beard: Is
everything good? Catch this!

(gunshots firing)
(grunting)

(boat engine turning)

Check everything aboard,
all right?

Man with Beard: Hello there!

(exploding)

Shoot him, shoot him!

Man with Gun: I can't,
goddammit! It's stuck!

He's coming back again!

Man with Beard: Hurry up,
start the motor, quick!

Come on, start the boat,
let's get out of here.

(screaming)

John, John, are you all right?

Quicker, come on, let's go!

(exploding)

(laughs)

(grunting)

(breathing heavily)

(screams)

Christakis.

And at this hour
the bodies of the two divers

and the bodies of their
assassins remain unidentified.

Dateline Zihuatanejo.

The announcement was
read to the press

by Señor Gorge Gomez,
here is Señor Gomez.

The immediate coastal
area of Zihuatanejo

and in particular La Ropa beach

have already been closed
to the general public.

The area is now in the control
of the army and will remain

so until the present
difficulties are resolved.

Voiceover: And the
treasure, Mr. Gomez?

Will there be any
attempt at salvaging it?

We have no knowledge
of any treasure being

aboard the Shah's
yacht when it sank.

Michael, find me a man
who's willing to risk his life

for a million dollars.

Michael: Perhaps we need a
man who lives outside the law.

Yes, yes, it's funny,

the man for this job
is Mr. Thomas Fleming.

Care for a drink, Mr. Fleming?

Thomas: Yeah,
I'd like to get a--

Vodka neat?

Here you are, sir.

Thank you.

Mr. Fleming, the
money will be paid

in any manner you care to name.

Of course, in any
currency you wish.

One quarter immediately if
you will agree to my terms.

A million bucks, huh?

For what?

For your life perhaps.

Fair enough, one
quarter immediately, huh?

Immediately, the balance

when you place the
list in my hands.

A list, a piece of paper?

I thought this Mexican caper
was some sort of a treasure.

Mr. Fleming, the
so-called treasure

is of no interest to me.

Now, please remember that.

But this piece
of paper, this list

must be pretty important, huh?

Obviously.

You wouldn't care
to tell me what it is?

No, I would not.

And now Mr. Fleming,

let me introduce you
to your competition.

Thomas: Fessler the Mute.

Yeah, Marshall Fessler,
he's called a mute

because he never says anything.

He smiles a lot,
never says anything.

You know him?

Nobody knows him.

American CIA?

He was with the CIA,

might still be with
them, I don't know.

I understand he's
very dangerous.

Like stepping
on an angry cobra.

Like stepping on
two angry cobras!

Michael: Yes, Yuri Vasilenko.

He's best known, I believe
for his unorthodox methods,

like playing with fire.

Your private secret
service must be pretty good.

It is, Mr. Fleming.

Mr. Christakis can
afford the very best.

You know sir, I take
that as a compliment.

Michael: It is one.

The gentleman, Vasilenko?

Educated at Oxford,
Shakespearean scholar,

was the top man at KGB,

disaffected 1959.

We suspect he still
works for the Russians.

Why not? He's the
best man they could get.

Besides, his disaffection
was religious, not political.

Well, now this rather
troublesome gentleman

is I believe, well known to you.

Thomas: Jerry Beltron.

Michael: You may
have to eliminate him.

Uh uh, that's not
the way I operate.

Michael: Well,
apparently he does.

Jerry has been
known to get a little

explosive if you
crowd him too much.

I take it you crowded him.

That doesn't concern
you, Mr. Fleming.

What does concern you
is getting the paper.

Will you go to Ixtapa for me?

Well, I'm considering it.

Well, while you're
considering it,

do you know this man?

Well, well, well,
things are warming up.

You know him?

Yes, I know him,
that's Dante Vallone.

Is he after the list?

You can bank on that Mr.

His mother was
Jewish, she fled Italy

during the Nazi occupation.

He was born and
grew up in Mexico.

Got his training from
the Israeli, from Mossad.

Might still be with
them, I'm not sure.

Mr. Christakis: And the
woman, do you know her?

No.

No matter, he picked
her up in Mexico City.

She's probably a
prostitute who has found

a steady and sturdy
client in Mr. Vallone.

Yeah, she's his cover.

He's using her, keeps
the police off the scent.

Well, well?

There it is, all of
your competition.

At least all we know
of at the moment.

So, are you interested
in my proposition?

Take it easy, let me
think about this a minute.

Hey, tell me what happens
if I don't get the list?

I do not accept
failure, Mr. Fleming.

I expect you to get the list,

or die trying.

Oh, swell!

Mr. Christakis, I
respectfully suggest

you take your job and
million bucks and shove it!

Mr. Christakis: Two
million dollars, Mr. Fleming.

What the hell,
you only live once.

If you're lucky.

(motor running)

(splashing)

Vallone's Girl: A glass
of (mumbles) for me.

Vallone: Me too.

Is he somebody you know?

Yeah.

The man with the easel,

is he an artist?

Vallone: In his own
way, yes, he's an artist.

But that is La
Ropa beach, señor.

You must have heard of
La Ropa beach, señor?

Yeah, yeah,
I remember now.

The government closed the
area a couple of weeks ago.

Si, si, very bad for business.

(foreign language)

And you say you can't
get in there anymore?

You can get there, sir.

The bus runs all
along the south coast.

The south coast?

But it isn't allowed to stop.

And nobody can get off.

Just my luck.

And I want to do a painting
of the Valle del Sol.

-Patron: Hey waiter--
-Waiter: Coming.

Dante Vallone!
What a surprise?

Is it?

Sit down.

You want a drink?

No, thanks.

What are you doing here?

Same thing you are.

Really? When did
you take up painting?

Let's not start insulting
each other's intelligence.

I'm not gonna ask who
you're working for

and I don't give a damn.

Let me give you a
little friendly advice,

get out of this!

I can't do that, I owe
it to my art to stay.

I'm serious.

Look, why can't we
work this gig together?

I can't, it's too big.

(mocks) It's too big.

Sure is a lot of excitement
over a lousy piece of paper.

What's on it?

Don't you know?

Thomas: No, I don't know.

And neither do you.

Don't be too sure.

Oh, I'm sure.

You're nothing but a
minor "leaguer", Vallone.

They don't give
information like that

to a guy like you.

Or me.

Dante?

Dante, I'm ready to leave now.

(foreign language)

Unos, dos, tres.

Gracias, señor.

You know this man?

He is here, at the hotel.

But you have missed him.

He went to the town
just before you came.

Gracias.

Thank you, sir.

Hey, Jerry, Jerry Beltron!

What the hell are you doing?

(tires screeching)

(crowd yells)

Jerry: Get back to the hotel.

I'm gonna have some fun.

Move it, pal.

(heavy breathing)

(crowd yells)

(tires screeching)

(yells in foreign language)

Sorry, pal.

You wouldn't!

Of course he would.

(laughter)

(praying quietly)

Amen, Jerry.

Hi, Tom.

Why the foot race?

I wanted to know if
you were still in shape.

Well?

Not bad.

I know you saw Christakis.

He's no friend of mine, baby.

Forget Christakis,
it's not why I'm here.

I want in, Jerry.

I can't do that.

The take has to be split
too many ways as it is.

I'm not interested
in the take.

Don't bullshit me, Tom.

All I want is a
little piece of paper

they'll be dragging out
of the bay with your loot.

It's already out.

It's out?

They brought it
up this morning.

Steel boxes, six of them.

They say there's gold,
diamonds, emeralds--

Any papers?

Jerry: A small box full.

One of them is very important.

How do you know?

My contact with
the police told me.

How does he know?

Because they placed it
in a special container.

They're bringing it
here in the morning.

How?

It's crazy, by bus.

By ordinary bus?

Yeah.

Maybe not so crazy.

Jerry, you know what that
container looks like?

Yeah, like a piece
of one inch pipe.

Hey, look pal, where can I get

in touch with you if I need you?

Days the hotel,
nights? Cafe La Mer.

Thanks, macho man.

Jerry: Watch yourself, Tom.

There's too many
fleas for one dog.

Got you!

There's something
else, little one,

if you plan on
hitting the bus alone,

they'll be four
men, plain clothes,

heavily armed.

(grunts)

I'm sorry.

Well, don't be, baby.

I love bumping into
beautiful ladies.

Why, thank you, Mr. Fleming.

You know who I am?

Well, Dante told me.

Just what did he tell you?

Nothing, that you're an artist

and a very good one.

Well, that was very nice
of him.

Where will you
be painting today?

Perhaps I can join you later.

Isn't that supposed
to be my line?

I'm serious, I love
paintings and painters.

They fascinate me.

Yeah, well, maybe
some other time.

You see, I'm driving
down the coast.

And I'm not quite sure
where I'll be staying.

But I have got an idea.

Why don't you come
by my room later?

I thought you'd never ask.

I just did.

I will be there.

I don't even know your name.

Susana.

Susana, mine is Tom.

I know.
(car horn blowing)

I'm coming.

There's something
else you ought to know.

Our mutual friend there is...

Never mind, it's not important.

Don't worry, I can
take care of myself.

But I will see you later, okay?

Hi.

I found him very charming.

I bet on that.

What's he up to?

Nothing.

He's heading down the south
coast to do some painting.

Guard: Ready, open up.

Hold it!

You are now in the
restricted area.

Nobody will leave the bus until

the next roadblock is passed.

Open, hurry!

Get ready.

Attention, the bus is
coming, the bus is coming.

Okay, get ready over
there, the bus is coming.

Get down, get down.

(shots firing)

What the hell!

Down everybody.

(screaming)

(exploding)

(crying)

(foreign language)

Stop firing, stop firing!

Let the people get off the bus.

Easy now, easy, easy.

Kill him!

You go that way,
the rest, follow me.

(heavy breathing)

(gunshots ringing)

Well, well, well, the
hunter and the hunted.

Aren't you going to help him?

(gunshots firing)

You wait.

On the roof.

Don't move!

Gentlemen, please
let's carve him

as a dish fit for the gods.

Not hew him as a
carcass fit for hounds.

Vasilenko, you cocksucker!

My dear Fleming,
that's so vulgar.

You disappoint me.

Go to hell.

Come, come, my dear Fleming.

Even the Prince of
Darkness is a gentlemen.

Where is it?

Where's what?

You hid it somewhere!

You had plenty of time.

Time, what do you
think I am, Superman?

Okay, I repeat, where is it?

Where did you hide the list?

For the last time,
where is the document?

Look, I don't know,

I didn't even know the
damn cylinder was empty!

Take him inside.

Very well, please understand

I do not enjoy doing
what must now be done.

But, you have given
me no other choice.

Come on!

Fire burn and cauldron bubble,

tell me when you feel like it.

(grunting)

You son of a...

Aren't you ready
yet, Mr. Fleming?

Fuck you, Vasilenko!

The other hand, quickly!

(screaming)

(engine buzzing)

It appears to be quite possible

that Mr. Fleming is
telling the truth!

(gunfires)

Hurry, gentlemen,
quickly, quickly.

You all right?

Yeah, it's great fun.

If you like barbecue.

Vasilenko would have
killed you, you know?

I thought you wanted
me out of this caper.

I do, but not in a pine box.

Unless of course,
you insist on it.

Are you kidding?

Right now, I'm in no condition
to insist on anything.

(sirens blaring)

You'd better get
back to the bus

before the police
start counting heads.

Yeah, here I go again.

(foreign language)

Mr...

Fleming.

Fleming.

Mr. Fleming.

Would you mind telling me

your version of the incident?

It's all right there
in the police report.

I'd like to know it
all sort of first hand.

Now look, Mr.
Gomez, what is this?

Why was I brought in here?

I mean there was a lot
of people on that bus,

why just me?

Because they were all locals.

Farmers, potato
pickers, what have you.

Nothing unusual about them.

But you, you're a gringo.

Very observant.

I want you to tell me
how you burned your hand.

Look, like I said, I
was lighting a cigarette

the book of matches
went off in my hand.

It's simple as that.

(squeals)

You're left-handed.

May I?

Surely.

Ambidextrous.

Naturally.

What are you doing in Mexico?

Vacation.

Easel and

paint box.

Quit obvious.

But no canvas.

How does a painter paint

without a canvas?

Now look, Mr. Gomez, if
you've got something on me,

book me, if not, can I go?

Officer: Excuse
me, Señor Gomez,

the reporters are waiting.

Thank you, I'll
be right there.

Yes, sir.

You will keep
yourself available?

And you will not leave the
country without my permission.

Checkmate.

I think there's a
joke in there somewhere.

(crowd muttering)

Quiet please, please!

Silence, I want more silence.

(foreign language)

Thank you, your
question, please?

How many people were killed?

Several.

Who were they?

I cannot say that until I get

in touch with the next of kin.

Reporter: Has
anyone been arrested?

No.

Do you suspect
terrorist are involved?

Does the attack on the bus have

anything to do with the
discovery of the Shah's fortune?

No comment.

Reporter: Why was
the bus attacked?

What were they after?

No comment, but
I can tell you,

there is an
investigation going on.

And every assassin
will be apprehended.

Señor Gomez, if you
can't discuss (mumbles)

on the bus, would you tell
us something about the Shah?

There are rumors the
documents have been found.

Well, there was some
talk about some papers.

What were they?

I don't know, we didn't have
enough time to study them.

Now look, the interview is over.

There's nothing more
that I can say today.

Perhaps I can say
some more tomorrow.

(crowd murmurs)

Where you off to?

I have a date to see
Mr. Fleming's paintings.

Have you, now?

Jealous?

Why don't you have Mr.
Fleming take you to dinner?

Are you using me again?

What do you mean?

Nothing.

If he doesn't take me to dinner,

he's up to something.

And if he does, he isn't.

And you want to know.

Yeah, I want to know.

Okay.

(flutes plays gently)

Thomas: It's open.

Well, hello!

Hello, yourself.

Thomas: You look sensational.

Oh, please don't,
I love flute.

And flutists?

Flutists too.

Is that you?

With two good hands.

What on earth
happened to your hand?

I bite my fingernails.

Which means you're
not gonna tell me.

I'll bet you're not gonna
show me any paintings either.

Dinner, sir?

Just going to the bar.

Scotch on the rocks, please.

Bartender: Yes, sir.

Wow, well, Mr. Fleming,

you are full of surprises.

They're very good.

Really very good.

I love your paintings.

Charge it to him.

And the painter?

And the painter.

Will you be
having dinner, sir?

No, thank you, not tonight.

Slow down, Mr. Fleming.

Isn't a lady supposed
to get dinner first?

Well, there's a time to
reap and a time to sow.

Which reminds me,

I don't have time for
either one right now.

You already have a date?

Sort of.

In town?

Yeah.

Is she pretty?

Dynamite!

What makes you
think he'll show up?

He needs us.

Why do we need him?

'Cause I said so.

Well, he ain't getting
any cut of my share.

He's not after the treasure.

Says who?

Says me, a piece of
paper is all he wants.

That's all he's gonna
get, a piece of paper.

What are you, medium or rare?

Very funny.

Damn Russians, they always
will recoup their meat.

Is that your kissing firefly?

Sweet lips, I'm
gonna take care of

you and your Cuban
playmate later.

If you live long enough.

You got a point there.

Toodle loo, sweetheart.

Bye.

What's he up to?

Nothing, he's
got a date in town.

Who with?

I don't know, he
said she was dynamite.

Dynamite? Beltron.

(smooches)

Wait here.

(laughter)

(screaming)

-Susana: My god!
-Vallone: Let's go.

-Where are we going?
-To see a floor show.

I just saw one.

I know you did, let's go.

(applause)

(whistling and whooting)

Hey, little one!

Hi, Tom, heard about
that mess today.

Then you know why I'm here.

Yeah, I've been expecting you.

Sorry about the hand.

Goes with the
territory old buddy.

That's crap, big
man, you were taken.

You little bag of bones,

I could take you with...

Dammit!

What's happening?

The day of the assassins.

That son of a bitch knows.

So, he knows, big deal.

He's nothing but
a jackal waiting

to pounce on a dead carcass.

Too late to change any plans.

Don't worry about that,
Jerry, he's my problem.

He's after what I'm after.

Got to be some fucking
piece of paper, man?

It is, which brings
us to the big question,

how do I get it?

(mumbles)

Tomorrow morning, 4 AM,

the stuff will be
loaded into a van

and taken to an airport about

150 kilometers east of here.

There will be a police
escort, the works.

Thomas: Why so far away?

Jerry: There's an army
base near the airport.

The military police have
already secured the area.

Thomas: So, we
(mumbles), right?

Beltron: Wrong!

I don't know the route the
convoy's going to take.

It's top secret
and that makes it

too dangerous to track them.

They'd spot us in a minute.

(sirens blaring)

Thomas: So, what's
our play, macho man?

Jerry: The convoy will arrive

at the airport at
exactly 8:15 AM.

It'll proceed directly
to the secured area.

There's an unmarked airplane

waiting to fly the
loot to the capitol.

They unload the
van, load the plane,

and bye-bye, birdie.

Thomas: Swell and
just what the hell

will we be doing all this time?

Jerry: Having
breakfast, little one.

Having breakfast.

Guard: Hold, hold.

Good morning.

-Driver: Good morning.
-Guard: Your papers?

Here they are.

Guard: Open the back.

Good morning.

Well, hello there
sir, how are you?

How about a little snack?

I don't think he's hungry yet.

How about a little
sandwich, a little sandwich?

Go on, take it,
you'll enjoy it.

And a little red
wine to wash it down.

Here you go, you're
just gonna enjoy it.

Come on, try it sir, it's
very good, very good.

There you go, attaboy!

Would you like to check?

No, no, no.

Thank you.

(sirens blaring)

Thomas: Smoke bombs?

Jerry: Gas bombs, 10
seconds and rock-a-bye-baby.

Thomas: Beltron's
seal of approval.

What's the meaning
of this? Who are they?

I don't know.

Pull off to the left.

Where? There isn't any room.

Thomas: I'll make room!

Jerry: The place
is full of cops!

Thomas: Don't
worry about the cops,

I'll take care of them.

Just pull it over
there and shut up.

Pull it right in there.

Jerry: Dammit, I
can't do it the police--

-Thomas: Pull it in!
-Jerry: I can't do it!

In there.

Man in Suit: I
told you this is a--

That space belongs to
the US Treasury Department.

Man in Suit: It doesn't matter,

you have to get out of here.

What do you think this is,
the Good Housekeeping Seal?

Come on, bring it in!

I'm telling you
for the last time.

Get the hell out of here
or I'll shoot, now, move!

(grunting)

Guard: Tear gas!

(coughing)

Thomas: Go ahead
and shoot little one,

I've get your (mumbles).

(laughter)

Guard: Hold, hold.

Good morning.

Guard: Your papers?

Here they are.

Guard: Open the back, now!

(grunting)

Oh my god, you really
enjoy it, don't you?

Here's your list, little one.

I want to make sure
it's not empty this time.

God, look at all these names.

It's in some kind of a code,
I'll figure it out later.

How does the rest of your
operation go down now?

Jerry: It's very
simple, a warehouse,

six different
trucks and by midday

no one will be able to
find a trace of this.

You got to
(mumbles), macho man.

A little too trigger
happy for my taste.

But you're good, thanks a lot!

Good luck, little one.

If you need me
again, just call me.

I probably will.

Here's where you get off.

Take it easy with that
damn thing, will ya'?

(laughs)

Excuse me a minute.

(grunts)

(dialing)

No, no, don't come here.

The sand mine,
where we first met.

I'll meet you there.

20 minutes?

Yes, I'll bring the money.

Was that Fleming?

Yes, he has the list.

I'm to meet him in town.

Why doesn't he come here?

I thought
it unwise, sir.

He may be followed.

Well, perhaps you're right.

He wants the money, sir.

Very well.

Patron: Hey, what's going on!

What are you doing?

Hey, look out!

What happened?

What are you doing here?

Looking for Dante?

My head tells me he's
been here and gone.

Thomas: I've been hit
with a sledge hammer.

Hi, little one.
Got a headache?

Another comedian,
where'd you come from?

Well, I came to
pick up my things.

The hall looks like
a tornado hit it.

Had a hunch you
might need some help.

Yeah, I'm not doing too
good for myself in this caper.

By that I take it
you lost the papers.

That son of a bitch
Vallone has got it.

That's his style.

Let the others do the dirty work

and he steals the prize.

(grunting)

(laughter)

(grunting)

What are you gonna do?

Check his room for me
while I pull myself together.

It's 122.

Okay.

And wait a minute, take
this, you might need it.

Uh uh, no, thanks,
little one, got my own.

That figures.

Tom?

There's something I want
you to know before...

Before what?

Well, we'll be going our

separate ways pretty
soon, won't we?

Not necessarily,
but for the moment.

I've got bigger
things on my mind--

But Tom, I've
got to tell you...

Never mind.

Come on!

Got him but he says he
doesn't have the papers.

All right,
Vallone, where is it?

Fessler, I tried to stop him,

but he got away.

Come on.

Do you think I'd
be standing here

if I had the goddamn papers?

Jerry: That makes sense.

Let's go, little one.

I'm coming too.

No way, what do
you think this is,

a Sunday school picnic?

What are you going to do?

You're going to kill Tom?

Only if I have to, let's go.

(tires screeching)

Let's go!

Come on!

Come on, faster, faster!

After them, after them!

Well, Michael, my
friend, I guess that's it.

Not quite.

(shouting in foreign language)

What the hell!

Crazy maniacs!

Jerry: Here we
go, little one.

Thomas: What the
hell you doing, Jerry?

Jerry: Hang in there, boy.

Tom: Looks like
you're gonna kill me.

(laughs)

(mocks)

Jerry: Watch this one.

Thomas: Come on!

Jerry: Grab your
family jewels, little one,

'cause here we go!

Thomas: For Chrissake,
I'm on this side!

Jerry: One more time, baby!

I don't like
Beltron, he scares me.

I used to be like that.

(mumbles)

Yeah.

Thomas: What
the hell was that?

(laughter)

I'm hanging on by my
fingernails, and I bite them.

(horn blows)

Move it now, get
out of the way.

Get out of the, move it!

Thomas: Jesus Christ!

You're nuts.

(screaming)

Driver: There
they are, after them!

(gun firing)

Thomas: I don't believe this!

I really don't believe I'm
doing this, for Chrissake!

You take the car,
the rest, come with me!

Take the car and go after them.

Get my gun, little one.

Here you are, macho man.

(gunshots firing)

(exploding)

In case you need
it, but stay here.

(gunshots firing)

(grunts)

Thomas: Watch out, grenade!

(exploding)

-Jerry: Hey, Tom?
-Thomas: Yeah?

Looks like we've
got another player.

Yeah and you can bet
he's looking for that list.

Come on, macho man.

(gunshots ringing)

Let's go that way, little one.

Yeah.

(heavy breathing)

(gunshots firing)

Get your ass down!

(grunting)

Don't move, any of you!

Good girl, Susana!
Just get them cover!

(laughs)

Hey, what the hell, what the
hell is the matter with you?

I said, "Don't anybody move!"

Thomas: Well,
what do you know?

Tom, do you know
what that paper is?

No, not really.

Who the hell are you anyway?

Who I am isn't important.

That paper is, I want it.

Why?

To destroy it!

Lady, are you
out of your mind?

This is worth two
million bucks to me.

Does that make
it worth ruining

the lives of 1000s of people?

And possibly the cold-blooded
murder of 100s of others?

What the hell are
you talking about?

That paper you
have in your hand

is a list of all the men who now

control the Shah's fortune.

It also reveals the various
locations of that wealth.

It also compromises
the dedicated

leaders of several nations.

Including your own,
who helped the Shah

to disperse that fortune.

But most important to me

it also discloses
the hiding places of

all the members of
the Shah's family,

targets for assassination,

now, that the Shah is dead.

But if you don't
believe what I say,

open it and read it,

the first paragraph,

the United States and Canada.

Jesus Christ!

Vallone, level with me,

why are you after this?

My country is
right in the center

of the Middle East powder keg.

If the Middle East blows up,

my country goes with it

and that list is the match

that could light the fuse.

I still don't get it.

What's in this for you?

The third name of the list.

The princess?

You?

Yes.

You're not gonna burn two
million dollars for a lady?

I never met a princess before.

(laughter)