All language subtitles for The Greatest American Hero s02e14 A Chicken in Every Plot

Look at what's happened to me

I can't believe it myself

Suddenly I'm up on top of the world

It should have been somebody else

Believe it or not I'm walking on air

I never thought I could feel so free

Flying away on a wing and a prayer

Who could it be

Believe it or not it's just me

Just like the light of a new day

It hit me from out of the blue

Breaking me out of the spell I was in

Making all of my wishes come true

Believe it or not I'm walking on air

I never thought I could feel so free

Flying away on a wing and a prayer

Who could it be

Believe it or not it's just me

Who could it be

Believe it or not it's just me

It's a bunch of bunk.
That's all it is.

I'm not scared of you.

Hey, you out there!

I'm not scared of you.

You hear me?

Damn nosebleed!

Anyone can get a nosebleed.

It doesn't mean
anything at all.

Hold on, honey boy.

Don't go
over the edge.

Die and be delivered. Allez!

Allez!

Allez! The magic is in you.

Allez!

Allez!

- The death.
- Allez!

- Allez!
- The magic is in you.

- Allez!
- Death.

Allez!

- Allez!
- The death.

Allez!

- The death.
- Allez!

Allez!

Everybody loves Teddy, Ralph.
Just wait'll you meet him.

He's a real practical joker. I ever tell you
about the time he and I spent two days...

on a stakeout in a massage parlor?

Yeah, Bill. You told us
about that one over Denver.

And Albuquerque. And Miami.

And Cuba. What massage parlor?
I didn't hear him.

All right. All right.

Where's the rum drinks? The island girl?
Where's the baggage carrier?

All right, everybody. Come on. Form up
over here. I wanna talk to ya. Come on.

Listen. Anyone has any questions about
historical data around here, ask.

I know we're down here to have a good time,
but we might as well take advantage of it...

and turn it
into a class project, see?

So, uh... As a matter of fact,
you might as well take notes.

You're starting to sound like
a real loser there, Mr. H.

Ooh... the sun,
the beach, the sea!

Whoo! Honey, I tell you
what we're gonna do.

Tomorrow, you and I, we're gonna rent these
catamarans they showed here in the brochure.

And we're gonna explore some of
these islands. Now, listen, Pam.

I know you fronted the kids
the money to come down here,

and I know Bill's friend Mr. McClurry is
going to... McSherry, McSherry, McSherry.

McSherry. I know McSherry
is going to put us all up...

and pay you guys to help
with the salvage project.

Where's Ted, anyways?
He's supposed to meet us here.

While we're here, we might as well
absorb as much culture as we can.

It's getting really boring
there, Mr. H., really boring. Now, listen.

You have French-English dictionaries.
I want you to feel free...

to use them
as often as you can.

You know, if we pick up a little
rudimentary French while we're down here,

it wouldn't "hoit."

There's a mechanic over there.
Maybe he's seen Teddy this morning.

Everybody knows McSherry.
Great guy.

You're gonna love him.
Wait till you see him.

I wanna show you something:
The ugly American.

It's a classical act.
Watch this.

The opening insult.Hey. Either one of
you turkeys seen Ted McSherry?

Uh-huh.
Now badge 'em.

- What do you mean, no?
- Now threaten 'em.

- If you want to spend the rest of your life in jail...
- And now the native response.

I bet those guys don't know what
year it is either. Oh, he slays me.

I gotta act as interpreter while we're
down here, or Bill's gonna get us killed.

- Good idea.
- Did you see that?

Did you get a load of those two
yo-yos, wouldn't even talk to me?

Never heard of Terry McSherry. This island's
the size of a dime, with four people on it.

Teddy's been here for five years.
You couldn't possibly miss him.

Once you meet him, you can't forget him.
He's an unforgettable character.

I don't get what's goin' on.
I'll get us a cab.

Help.

Well, if you're so rich
you don't need a fare,

what are you doin'
drivin' a cab?

You oughta go home and get some hot sun.
And how long you been deaf?

Two minutes,
that's how long.

Well, here's one
for your checkered flag.

Not only nobody's heard of anybody named
McSherry, they don't wanna take us as fares.

Might I be able to offer
some minimal assistance?

Yeah, you bet
your sweet bongos, you can.

We're lookin' for a guy named
McSherry... Ted McSherry.

This line of ying-yangs
has clammed up on me.

I wanna know what's goin' on and why,
or I'm gonna start takin' some names here.

In a little less belligerent fashion,
let me say we are looking for a man...

by the name of Ted McSherry, who is
a local resident here in these parts.

He was supposed to meet us here, and he
hasn't, and so we were a bit concerned.

We're not concerned, Ralph.
I just want a straight answer. That's all.

I'm sorry you're
experiencing difficulties.

Perhaps, if you have an address,
I might offer my services and drop you.

We try and accommodate tourists. It is
an important part of our new economy.

Please. That's very nice. Yes. Yes.
Let's get it together and go.

St. Pierre welcomes tourists.

We do what we can to make their
stay enjoyable and comfortable.

No. I said
McSherry Salvage Company.

Well, this has to be it, Bill. It
says 1630. That's the address you had.

Come on, troops.
Let's unload.

This is great. We gotta work already?

This is it, all right.
This is his.

Look at this... some kind of a
voodoo doll.Who-do-de-doo-doo.

You do to me.
So what, Ralph?

Guy gets a doll with a pin through it, and
his cow dies. It's a yawn, a real yucko.

Voodoo?

Excuse me.
We found this over in the ashes.

What is it?

Is it voodoo?

We're a mixture of many
cultures on these islands.

Some stretch back to Africa.
Some reach out into the next century.

We have color television, disco
nightclubs, and we also have these.

Never mind the Saturday morning kiddie
programs, pal. I wanna know about this fire.

It happened two weeks ago.
I heard when it happened.

You should think
about leaving St. Pierre.

Superstition and black magic are
a way of life on the islands.

Death follows
the curse of the papaloi. What?

Some welcoming committee.

We're talkin', I don't know about this place,
man. You don't know about this place?

You've never been here.
What do you expect? Cute, cute, cute.

Look at this.

Geez, check this joint out.
What happened to this joint?

What's this all about? I think we should
call the police.

Look at this, Bill.

Hey, what is that,
a French lesson, Mr. H.?

- "Death to the fisherman."
- Oh, I hate this.

Come on, you guys.
I'm gettin' scared here. It's okay, Rhonda.

Somebody shoots a couple of blurts of ketchup
on the walls, it doesn't mean anything.

- Come on. Let's hold it together here.
- If they used spray cans,

it would've, like,
lasted longer.

What? It's a joke, okay?

You all right, Rhonda?

Yeah. I'm all right.Yeah. She's okay.

Teddy had a great sense of humor, but there's
no way he would've put up with this...

without goin' down fightin'.

Ralph.

Hey, that's me.
Hey, that's my hair.

And that ax
almost fell on me.

Listen, Bill. I don't know what's goin' on
here. Whatever it is, we're gonna find out.

Step into my office, will you?

Bill, what'd
you get us into? Just what I told you.

Teddy found a fishing boat...
Went down in a storm.

Said it was a big deal, major loss.
I figured treasure, salvage, something.

He wanted my help to bring it up.
Why me? I don't know.

But he said he'd been watchin' my kill record.
I'm beginning to guess why he wanted me.

I set the whole deal up just to help
him and get the kids a free trip,

a couple of bucks and a spring
vacation, end of scenario.

What about the doll
in Pam's purse? That's real easy, Ralph.

Orin, the mouth-breathing cabdriver, stuck
it there while we were plowing in the ashes.

Also, he's a liar. Why?

He said the fire was two weeks ago. I talked
to Teddy last Wednesday. Didn't mention it.

So we got a cabdriver who's a
liar, whatever that means.

Ralph, come here.
There. That's your voodoo.

We're gonna get some answers right now.

I'm gonna go
put on the suit, Bill.

Bill? Bill? I'm awake.

You all right? I'll get a job tomorrow,
Mom, I promise. I'm awake.

I'm awake. What do we got?
What do we got?

Wow! Way to go, Blue!

Bill's got that guy tied
up in the boat, Pam.

I'm gonna hot-wire this Jeep, and I want
you to take the kids to the airport.

There's a 4:00 plane leaving for Miami.
I want you and the kids on it.

Okay, Ralph, look. I'll get the kids
out of here, but I think I should stay.

Pam, this voodoo thing's
got me worried.

Now, I don't know.
You can call it superstition or whatever,

but I just don't want you
around here, all right?

You know what you're doing
there, Commander?

Okay. All right. You see
that little red wire?

That's the ignition wire.
You're grounding the wrong wire, chief.

Hey, I'm impressed.

I never told you much about my
childhood, did I, Tony?

Sometime we'll have to sit down. I'll tell
you a story of how I became a teacher.

But right now,
you all are gettin' out of here.

Hmm.

The good news, Sparky, is the
local blues are on their way.

You don't talk to me, 'cause I'm out of my
jurisdiction, but they're gonna open you up good.

Capito? �Comprende?

You got it? No speak-a the English. Okay.

Well, we'll see.

Glad to see you boys.
Bill Maxwell, F.B.I.

Well, that's a good response time.
Sixteen and a half minutes. Not bad.

We are a simple people,
but we do the best we can.

Perpetrator's under arrest,
tied up, no I.D., no English.

We got some real big problems, pal. I'll work
up the scenarios; You take it from there.

I'm not your pal, Mr. Maxwell.
I am Chief Constable Phillipe Augereau.

Your badge is of no value in this country.
You are subject to the laws of St. Pierre,

the same as any visitor.

I will afford you certain
professional courtesies. That's all.

You don't care
that Ted McSherry is missing,

his house looks like it was decorated by a
finger-painting class from Transylvania...

and some goon
is rippin' off his boat?

Let us see what you have
caught, shall we?

On the other hand, maybe you've
never heard of Ted McSherry either.

That seems to be the most
popular recording down here.

Oh, yes, I know Mr. McSherry.
At least I did.

He died last night... heart
attack... buried this morning.

I had planned to come out and check
his belongings, padlock the boat,

but I was detained.

- I'm sorry. I can see that you were close friends.
- What I am,

Constable Augereau, is a professional
lawman, and I hope you are too.

Come on. I'll show you
this bag of gristle we got here.

Okay. That's him.
He's a big baby, isn't he?

Must be the boat record.

Well, you might do something, Phillipe,
before I become more angry than I am.

You do a-speak the English,
huh? That's nice.

It's been one
of those days.

Uh, that's quite a handful you got there.
You can't just cut him...

What's goin' on?

Arrest him. Have him detained and ready for
presidential transport within two hours.

- I must have a charge.
- You will need nothing except my instructions.

I am simply trying to enforce the legal
statutes our parliament has passed.

You know, I have grown tired of
you many weeks ago, my friend.

You tread a dangerous path with me,
and I am ready to end the conflict now.

So place your bet, Phillipe,
if you have the guts.

What's goin' on? Ah, some kind of
jurisdictional dispute, Ralph.

Cuff them both.
Put them in my sedan.

And that "bag of gristle," as you put
it, Mr. Maxwell,

has turned out to be one General Louis
Davout, head of presidential security.

He is the right-hand man of our
new president, Etienne de la Hood.

And you, my friend,
are in deep, deep trouble.

Bill, what is going on? General Davout.
"Get him ready for transport."

That has an awfully
nasty ring to it.

These are the guys
that sent Ted over. Sent him over where?

Dead. He's dead. Yesterday.
They're callin' it a heart attack.

His house is ransacked. It's full of dead
chickens. They're talkin' about a heart attack.

Don't ya love it? Well, it could be, Bill.
I don't know much about voodoo,

but I do know that it works on
the mind; It's psychological.

It's like you tell somebody they're sick, and
sometimes they get sick, or the reverse.

- Like holistic medicine.
- Are you finished?

- I'm just trying to say...
- Well, don't, okay? 'Cause I'm not listenin'.

I know you and your friend were very close.
I'm terribly sorry.

Give me a break. He was a soldier.
Friendship's got nothin' to do with it.

A soldier gets knocked over,
I'm gonna find out who did it and why,

and I'm gonna nail their hides to the barn
door, so let's not make it into a soap opera.

Let's just lay low, all right? I got the
suit on. We'll see where it takes us.

Yeah.

Ted was a funny guy...
I mean funny, funny.

Great sense of humor, jokes that put
you on the floor, but he was a softie.

Always takin' in strays... people and
dogs and kids and I don't know what all.

I warned him he had to get frosty,
toughen up, but he wouldn't listen.

Serves him right, the bum.

Serves him right.

Excuse me.
Chief Constable Augereau?

I'm Pam Davidson.Yes. May I help you?

I have here a writ of habeas corpus
from the American charg� d'affaires.

It demands that formal charges be
drawn up against Ralph Hinkley...

and William Maxwell,
or they be released immediately.

Please. Come into my office.

The University of Kentucky?

This paper's
of little value.

Look. I'm an attorney.

I may not know your island law yet,
but I do know international law.

Do yourself a favor, Miss Davidson.
Leave St. Pierre.

I have little ability to enforce any
law, be it island,

international,
or the law of humanity.

You have the writ.
I'm demanding they be released.

Very well. I have given
you the best advice I know.

I will do what I can
to exercise your writ.

Now, if you will
wait outside, please.

Thank you
for your cooperation.

What's Pam doing here?
She's a good soldier. She stuck.

Frankly, we could use a little
legal firepower right now.

Here we go, Bill.
Hang on.

Come here.
Whatever happens,

don't let 'em see the suit,
even if I'm gettin' busted around.

We gotta find out
what these guys are up to.

I will ask two questions,
and I will get two answers.

Failure to answer will result
in drastic punishment.

He's just talkin' about the rubber hoses,
the piano wire and baseball bats, Ralph.

- Nothing to worry about.
- Why are you down here? For what reason?

Uh, I'm a high school teacher,
and I brought my class here...

to study historical and cultural
blends in the 20th century.

Kind of caught one there wrong, didn't
you, Louis? Busted your paw, I hope.

Are you here as agents
of your government?

- How many people know of your visit down here?
- Abbott,

Costello, Laurel, Hardy, the Three
Stooges and Howard Cosell... he knows.

Enough!
These men are my prisoners.

Remove them
from this cell.

You will not permit it.

Will not permit?

You will leave now. And you are dead.

I have a writ from your attorney.
It is worthless, but I will honor it.

Go. Get out of my jail. I cannot
protect you. They will come back.

- They will arrest you, torture you and kill you.
- I think you're in some trouble.

The president is not interested
in a constitution, in civil law.

What we have is a martial law
society, a police state.

So please go
before they come back.

You don't have to ask
that twice. Nope.

I thought I told you to leave. So sue me.

Ralph, for Pete's sake, leave her alone.
She got us out of this mess.

Now, let's go. Let's get out of here.
You're not gonna believe this,

but Augereau got his graduate degree
from the University of Kentucky.

No kiddin'. Well,
I'm a graduate of the School of Skeptics,

East Yahoo, Vermont.

Well, I think we should go back to McSherry's
and see if I can pick up some vibes.

You took the words
right out of my mouth.

So I come back.
I come back, and I find this.

And I know... the voodoo has come.
It has come.

Well, if you're a friend of Teddy's the
way you say, you've gotta know who I am.

He must've told you about me.
Maxwell, Bill Maxwell.

Yeah.

- You... You and Terry worked together for the F.B.I.
- Yeah.

Ah-ha-ha! Well,
a friend to Terry is no friend to mine.

Isa friend of mine.

Well, my English is top John,
but my reading's not so good.

Huh?

Dick Tracy, Peanuts,
Little "Orphany."

We read 'em all time on the boat.
Make fish-head stew,

sleep on deck
in the summer rain.

- What's your name, partner?
- Suchet.

Victor Suchet
of the East Island Suchets.

Uh, fish,
sell things on beach.

Big family.
Many daughters.

Victor Suchet, I am Ralph Hinkley.
Pleasure to meet you.

- This is Pam Davidson.
- Nice to meet you.

- A pleasure for mine.
- Victor, what is goin' on down here?

Victor... Victor one scared
brother is what happened.

Victor run
like crazy Bugs Bunny.

Teddy... Teddy is morte.

He laugh at papaloi,
and one night they come,

and when they come,
they walk on wind.

They steal your spirit like the
snake... deadly and now gone.

No more Daddy Warbucks to save
little "orphany," so Victor run.

And Teddy die.

As a man, I am nothing.
Worse than dead.

Well, Victor,
maybe you were afraid of the voodoo.

- That's certainly understandable.
- Yes. Yes. But I come back.

I come back to make right.
If I die, I die, is what I think.

Victor, I'm glad to have you aboard.
I think between us, we can come up...

with a damage control report,
get a scenario goin' and go from there.

We'll translate
for you, Victor.

Well, but, why you come?
Why Teddy ask you here?

Much treasure?
I bet he tell you what he found.

Do you know where it is,
where the fishing boat is?

Well, we don't know either. All we know is
that we were supposed to come down here...

and help him salvage a boat that's
stuck out here on a reef somewhere.

Well, he no tell no one...
Not me, no one.

A real good Dick Tracymove,
a real crimestopper.

Him no tell,
him no lose.

Yeah, that was Teddy, all right. Real tight
with the info. Leaves us with nothin'.

Well, I fix
for the dinner, hmm?

Tomorrow, maybe we go out.
With me, we find the sucker.

- That works for me, amigo.
- Hey, Pancho.

- Hey, Cisco.
- Let's eat.

"Twelve degrees,
17 minutes north."

Allez! Allez!

Allez! Allez!

Allez! Allez!

Allez! Allez!

Allez!

Leave she alone!
Leave she alone!

Allez! Allez!

Allez! Allez!

Allez! Allez!

Ralph! Ralph! Ralph! Ralph!

Allez! Allez!

- Allez! Allez!
- Knock it... Knock it off!

Allez! Allez!

- Allez!
- Ralph!

Allez! Ralph!

Oh, God.

Formidable.

Outside.

And how is Miss Davidson?
She's gettin' some Z's now.

She's good troops though. She'll be
all right. I did advise you to leave.

Yeah, well, you can tell the
powers, spooky and otherwise,

whatever, whoever,
that that idea is out.

They got one mean fed
down their craw right now,

and I'm not leavin' this island until
I find out what happened to McSherry.

And Victor Suchet. Did you get a good look
at those who took Suchet?

Yeah. Ordinary-looking guys.
War paint. Feathers.

Throwin' wet chickens around the walls.
Just ordinary.

And had a tendency to scream and beat
on drums and left strange calling cards.

Picture beginning to form?

I will do what I can to find out about
the disappearance of this Victor Suchet.

I hope Miss Davidson
is feeling better.

You see how he was
bothered by this thing, Bill?

What are you talkin' about?
Who cares what these people think anyway?

Yes, but Augereau
is a very intelligent man.

He went to the University
of Kentucky and everything.

Hmm.Well.

Ralph, I'll show you how to take
care of the voodoo stuff. Come here.

Ralph, all it takes
is a sense of humor.

You found the map.
We haven't found the boat.

It's under the water,
either on that reef or that one.

Well, it's the only lead we got.
I think we should dive on it tomorrow.

Okay. Freeze!
Whoa, whoa. Hey, hey!

Cool out. Cool.

- What are you guys doing here?
- For the most part, we walked. Good thing we found torches.

Aw, look at my shoes. Brand-new pair
of shoes, and the heels are thrashed.

Counselor, you were supposed to
put this gang on an airplane.

- I did. I even saw it take off.
- What are you guys doing back here?

You know, we saw you and Maxwell
taken away in irons by the cops.

We figured, well, you know, maybe there
was something we could do to help you out.

All right.

All right. All right.
You can...

find a bunk somewhere
and go to sleep.

Fine. Whoa. This place could
sure use a full-time maid.

Listen. First thing in the morning,
I want you to take the kids,

and I want you to get
on a plane and leave.

Okay.

- Wait!
- Come on!

What is this?

You okay?

Hey, guys. I think
she's got a fever. Yeah?

You okay? Let's get this log
out of the way and get out.

We're gonna miss that plane.
Come on. Let's get that.

Where's the football team when you need it?
Come on. Hurry up.

She's burnin' up here.

I'm gonna feed that guy
that rattle. Wait a minute, Tony. Come on.

We can't chase guys through the jungle.
Miss Davidson needs a doctor. Let's go.

All right. All right. Come on.
Let's move this thing out of the way.

Yeah.
Let's get out of here.

Allez!

Allez! Allez!

Allez! I think
we'd better split.

Oh, yeah. Allez!

Crank it up!
Come on, man! We're goin'.

Allez!

Allez!

Allez! Oh, my God!
You guys, I think that's us!

Allez! Allez!

Allez! Allez!

Allez! Allez!

Allez! Allez!

Allez!

Allez! Allez!

Allez!

It's down there, Bill.
It looks like it's been sunk by gunfire.

Okay. Etienneis in the log.

All right.
Let's read it out loud.Okay.

Bill, that's no old fishing boat down there.
The Etienne was a presidential yacht.

Oh, boy.
Okay. That's it.

That's why they
tipped Teddy the back spot.

He must have found out it was down there,
that it was the presidential yacht,

and it was blown to pieces
with 50-caliber slugs.

Who'd wanna kill the president?
Supposedly, everyone loved him.

Well, maybe except
the younger version... his son.

Augereau said they always
had differences of opinion.

Well, we can hand this over to
Augereau and let him do his thing.

If he can do it. I don't know. He's
lined up against some pretty bad dudes.

Well, if the people of St. Pierre
felt strongly about the old president,

then he'll have their backup, so I think
this is time we wrap up the vacation.

We hand it over to Augereau
and head for home.

We found the overturned Jeep.
Your friends never made the plane.

They got 'em, Bill.
They got 'em. Well...

Do not worry, Mr. Hinkley.
I will find your friends.

The way you found Victor Suchet?
That one's easy.

I could guess that one. He's probably
in an adjoining box next to Teddy...

down the street
in St. Catherine's Cemetery.

As a matter of fact, he is
in St. Catherine's Cemetery.

What? He has been there
since 1947.

What? Are you telling us that we saw
ghosts? Well, I was gettin' tired...

of dead chickens flyin' around
and baby rattles anyway.

- What are you talkin' about?
- St. Pierre is a small island.

Every citizen is recorded
in those files.

Victor Suchet
has been dead for 34 years.

Look at that, Bill.
He's tellin' the truth.

Victor Suchet was apapaloi.
He was a priest of the highest order.

He died of a serpent's bite during the summoning
of Baron Samedi during a voodoo ritual.

At the time, his followers believed that
he was spiritually immune to death...

and would go on living in the bodies
of others who would do his bidding.

Welcome to the third reel
of I Married a Zombie.

You can't expect us to believe that everybody
on St. Pierre is a believer in voodoo.

No. Of course not.
They are a very small group.

But if they are being sanctioned
by the new president, as you imply,

and carrying out Davout and la Hood's
orders, they can be extremely dangerous.

- Where would they take Pam and the kids?
- If they are followers...

of the legend of Victor
Suchet, they are probably...

utilizing the same sacred
grounds where his cult met.

Do you know where that is?

Let's go.

- Tony!
- Tough, Rhonda. Get tough.

Mr. President.

This Le Masters...
Can we trust him?

Of course. We pay him.
He's one of ours.

And the others? Yeah. They know nothing.

- You said this was a dead end. How much farther?
- Just ahead.

- Well, then let me out. Come on. Let me out.
- You heard him. Stop the car.

Miss Davidson?

Victor! Victor,
thank God you're all right.

Yes. They keep me alive so I tell where
Bill and Ralph are, but I no tell.

I no tell.

Are they here now? No.

No. They didn't
come with us.

Ralph and Bill went to dive
on the wreck that Teddy found.

Victor? Victor?

What?

- What? Victor!
- Miss Davidson! - Miss Davidson!

- What are you doing?
- Leave her alone!

Victor!

Hello! Welcome
to Fantastical Island.

- Fisherman to president overnight.
- Mr. Maxwell. Maxwell!

What?

Hey, you! King Kong!
He touches that dame, you get three eyes.

What are you doing?
No! What are you doing?

Cuff 'em.

You take the pres.

Angel, you okay? Bill.

Kid? That's the pres. He's gettin' away.
We got the rest of this covered.

My face! Maniac!

Ralph, take it easy,
will ya?

How's Pam, Bill? She's fine.
Everybody's fine.

Listen to me.

Please. Listen.

You all know me.

You know that I was very close to
Fran�ois de la Hood, our former president.

Well, I tell you the truth when I say
that this man worked with the ones...

who killed
Fran�ois de la Hood.

Yes. Etienne is responsible...

for the assassination
of his own father.

You have been used by this man,
who calls himself apapaloi.

He and his men were paid... were
paid... to use you for evil purposes.

So go home. Please.

Go to your homes.

Kid, I got the blinkers off.
You've gotta get out of here.

Yeah.

- How'd he do that?
- Truth is, when you started with us, pal,

you're messin'
with bad juju, boss.

So, you guys get to hang
around down here...

for another couple of weeks,
hoppin' around the islands,

takin' the sun, chuggin' ice-cold
brew, native girls in grass skirts.

And good old do-or-die Maxwell, as a
reward for his most recent smash triumph...

on behalf of justice and the American
way, gets Carlisle and L.A. smog.

Boy, it's terrific
that Constable Augereau...

could arrange a flight off
the island for us, wasn't it?

I just hope we have a better
pilot than we had coming down.

My stomach is still weak from
that shrimp la Hood made for us.

Uh, come on, counselor. We're down in the
islands here. It's a little primitive.

Best thing you can do is buy your
airplane ticket, close your eyes...

and hope that
the rubber band don't break.

Nice.Yeah.

That's us! All right!

First class all the way.

Check it out!

Mr. Hinkley, I believe I promised
you a ride to your next destination.

A lot classier
than a DC-3, huh?

It was Etienne's latest toy.
He won't be using it, and I'm sure...

he would want you to be more than
comfortable in your journey off the island.

Well, all right.Mr. Maxwell, excuse me.

This is not your ride. But I have
to get back to the United States.

Precisely. But St. Croix is to the
south of us, so it is so much easier...

to send you on same DC-3
airplane you came on.

I hope you don't mind.

Oh, I don't think he minds.
Do you mind, Bill?

Wh... Keep on smilin', Bill!

Teddy would've loved it!

Yeah. As a matter of fact,
he would've.

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