All language subtitles for OK Eng_track8_[eng]

Parents, guests, members of
our distinguished faculty,

fellow students, we've come
down this long road together,

and now it's time for many
of us t0 part com pany.

We leave knowing our future holds no
more or less than what we make of it.

#... Loud guitars,
fast cars #

# And wild, wild livin' #

# This is all we
ever need #

# Get up and go,
time for the show #

# Let's get rollin' #

# We want loud... #

- What did I miss?
- Some crap about our future.

...a new plateau
in our lives.

We will all flourish. We will all prevail.
The potential is limitless.

This is the moment we step through a
new door with eager anticipation.

This is our moment.
Yes, we are the future.

We are the world.

Good luck to you all,
and God bless America!

Let's have a warm hand for our
Valedictorian Melissa Tyler!

Ugh!

Out the awards to this year's
graduating class of Edsel High 1991.

You-hoe'.!

You-hoe'.!

Smile.

Look in the camera.

Sir, this has been the best
four years of my life.

Don't overwhelm yourself.
The best is yet to come.

Oh, no!

I'm real sorry. I don't
know what to say, you know?

Don't know what to say'?
I'll tell you what to say.

High school, but I couldn't fit it
into my dating and partying schedule,"

or "I was too busy doing jack-shit
instead of going to my French class!"

Herb, take a pill.

Tell us you were having trouble?
We could have 9011GT] YOU a tUtOT.

I hope you like pumping gas.
That's what I see in your future.

I see Brad just out of dental school,
driving in his new oldsmobile...

- BMW, Dad.
- And you're going to be checking his oil!

Herb! Why don't I call Mrs.
Grober about summer school?

- There is no summer school.
- There has to be summer school.

Club to France, and the only way
to make up credit is if I went...

I'll be goddamned if you think I'm gonna
send you to France for flunking high school?

Mrs. Grober
hates my guts.

I'm sorry. I really
let you down.

There goes
college this fall.

Flunking high school's not the end of the world.
I'm calling Mrs. Grober, no matter how she feels.

Failure, I love you to death, but
I want to tell you something.

You have good intentions,
but that's not enough.

Dad, is this the "no
follow-through" speech?

Right. Now, you know what
your main problem is?

- No. What?
- No follow-through.

Michael, you've got to
make things happen.

You can't go through life irresponsibly,
and you canT depend on luck.

Mrs. Grober? Hello.
This is Marge Corben.

Finance Minister of perhaps the
most progressive nation in Europe,

understand that your participation
is imperative to this operation.

Anything to the contrary could be interpreted by
the European community as a lack of good faith.

A matter of trust, Augustus.
France's gold must remain in France.

Well, I'm very sorry
you feel that way.

Ah!

He was followed!

It's Blade.

Yaah!

Aah!

Look. Zigesfeld is hurt.

Steranko.

Mr. Blade, I suggest you leave before
you start an international incident.

You mean like the
one you're planning?

For business calls, you
need an appointment.

Maybe next time.

There will be
no next time.

Ah!

Aah!

Ah!

Aah!

We're all saddened
by Blade's death.

Yesterday's discovery of Blade's body
leaves us in a rather precarious position.

Not only have we forfeited our
most experienced operative,

but we have gravely underestimated
the importance of his mission.

Our last contact with Blade
was five months ago.

He was investigating a disturbing
series of bizarre deaths

involving the Finance Ministers
of Common Market nations.

We can now add French Finance Minister
Jacques Lafevre to the body count.

His body was discovered with Blade's,
their murder disguised as a car accident.

The newly appointed leader of the European
economic community, will be next.

He must be protected.

- Lieutenant Colonel Larabee.
- Please continue.

Her majesty has contacted the
President of the United States,

and he's deploying one of their
deep-cover operatives to our situation.

This operative has been living under
an alias for the last five years,

establishing deep cover
in the United States.

Nobody knows what
he looks like here.

They don't know his age,
race, or background.

We do know he's arriving on Air Transat
flight 35 departing Detroit tomorrow

under the code name
"Michael Corben."

Lieutenant Colonel Larabee's
code name is "Mother."

Kelly?

It doesn't sound like the operative's
cover is as deep as you think.

How do you mean that?

No one knows
what he looks like?

- Sir, we know he's male.
- Shut up, Kelly.

American male,
age unknown,

departing Detroit International terminal
on Air Transat flight 35 tomorrow.

A call will be placed to him
one hour before flight time.

Excellent. I'll be there.

I advise extreme caution.

The man is a jackal.

By the way, Kelly, did
you get his name?

Michael Corben.

Good morning, Monsieur Corben.
Traveling with us first-class today?

Yes.

White zone is for immediate loading
and unloading of passengers.

Corben! Michael Corben!

Kent, my man.
How's it going?

Oh, pretty good.

I don't believe this one.

This was the only way.

I think we're very lucky.

Lucky? Lucky?

Privileged to send my son to
Europe for only $300-plus a day.

Thanks, Dad.

Oh, Mom, while I'm gone, think
about switching Dad over to decaf.

- Michael.
- What?

Look who's here...
Melissa Tyler.

Well, take her.

And lose my
geek status?

Kent, you're
sticking with me.

Do the French bit, but in the nighttime
when the nerd patrol crashes,

it's you and me, pal, on
a Parisian babe safari.

What about Grober?

Don't worry about Grober.
I can handle her.

Don't count on it.

I'll be on your
ass every minute!

I'll sit next to you during the
day and check your room at night.

I even booked your seat on the
plane right next to mine.

I didn't see you
in class all year.

That credit is
not coming easy.

We're going to make up for
lost time starting now.

Repetez. Je m'appelle
Michael Corben.

Class, follow me.

Repetez!

Repetez.

Je m'appelle
Michael Corben.

Phone call for Mr. Michael Corben
in the first-class lounge.

Can that call
be transferred?

No, but the first-class
lounge is around the corner.

When you come back, I'll have
your ticket ready for you.

Marie, I'm taking
my break!

Good morning.

I'm Michael Corben.

There's a telephone
call for me.

Sorry, we're closed for cleaning.
Our club room's down the hall.

It's important.

If you can stand the
noise, take it in there.

Thank you.

Michael, it's Mother.

Hello, Mother.

Honey, I can
barely hear you.

Repeat, please.

Listen, Michael, pick up an extra
bottle of Chanel when you go shopping.

Grandma will
want one, too.

Chanel... shopping...

Grandma?

Right, and try to sleep on the plane.
You sound tense.

- I will.
- Bye, honey. I'll miss you, sweetheart.

Uh!

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

- Ah, yes, we have your ticket right here.
- You do? Well, what about...

- Michael Corben. First-class.
- First-class?

- Have a nice flight.
- Thanks.

What's your seat number, Michael?
Maybe we can sit together.

I really don't think that's possible,
unless you're traveling first-class.

Right, like, I'm sure.

What? How...

Paging Michael Corben.

Please report to the
yellow courtesy phone.

Excuse me.

Hey, check it out.

First-class.

How?

Ow! Did you really think I
would sit next to Grober?

There's been a mistake.

Where are you
going with that cart?

This should be
disposed of.

Exactly.

Paging Michael Corben.

Phone call for Mr.
Michael Corben.

It's for you.

Ha ha!

Yeah?

Corben?

Yeah?

It's Mother.

Who is this?

Listen. An operative will be
meeting you on the plane.

I know who this is.

If you guys are on a speakerphone,
tell your sister she has nice tits.

Corben, we shan't do
anything of the kind.

Who's that? Sanderson?

Haywood.

Haywood? Nice
accent, mate.

Thank you.

Get this, guys, I'm traveling
to Paris, first-class.

We're with you in spirit.
Be careful. Good luck.

Mother.

We've got less than five
minutes to get on the plane.

Let's go. Let's go!

We've got a
plane to catch.

Uh, hey. First-class.

Right this way.

Unreal.

Champagne?

Yeah!

Yeah.

Ah!

Pardon. ls everyone
on the plane?

How would I know?

Bonjour, Monsieur.

# Got the whole of the
world in your fingers #

# Got the whole
of the world... #

Thanks.

# In your hands #

# Got the whole of my
world in your hands #

# It's the same as they
play it in the movies #

# It's the same as you
had on the ground now #

# If you could
be there #

# Oh, you'd like
to be there now #

# Now, now, now #

# Tell me, who
do you love? #

# Do you, who do
you, do you love? #

Oh!

Prime rib or lobster?

#... Do you love, do you,
who do you, do you love? #

Excuse me.
What is this?

Food.

I am looking for him.

His name is
Michael Corben.

He's on a class
trip. I'm his teacher.

He should be in coach. I
don't know why he's here.

Are you Michael
Corben?

What?

Are you Michael
Corben?

Oh. Yeah.

Are you supposed
to be here?

Where's your ticket?

Oh.

Yes.

This woman, she says she's your
French teacher, Mrs. Grober.

Not my French teacher!

Listen, that woman's been on my tail
since she spotted me in Detroit.

You know what?

I think she thinks she thinks she knows
me, but I don't think I know her.

I think that sounds logical.
What do you think?

Think of something
to get rid of her.

Tell her you can't
think right now.

Whoa!

Michael Corben, or I'll splatter
your brains all over this aircraft!

You understand?

If you're wondering, I have
the authority to do it.

You've got to help me!

A man with a gun
and Michael Corben...

Whoa!

Get ahold of yourself.

I'll be back!

Ohhh...

What are you doing?
Go back to work.

Great cover, Corben.
Don't turn around.

Don't worry. Everything
is under control.

You've got a
safe ride to Paris.

Good luck.

- A nightcap, perhaps, sir'?
- Why, thank you.

Sweet dreams.

Oh, oh, oh!

Turned on the "no smoking" sign
in preparation for our descent.

Woo!

Thanks.

All over the world, and that was
the best Julius Caesar salad ever.

It was my pleasure.

Michael!
Michael Corben!

I know what
you've been up to!

You are in big
trouble, mister!

Excuse me!

Out of the way! Move!

- You going to help me?
- I'll take care of her.

Don't move!

Move these
bags, you idiot!

Excuse me!

We have landed, sir.

Sir?

Wake up.

Wake up!

Aah!

# Whoa, whoa #

# I'm gettin' that
feelin' again #

# Whoa, whoa #

# I'm gettin'... #

Michael Corben!

Michael!

Michael Corben, you
come back here!

Hurry. They know
you're here.

Derek Richardson,
British Intelligence.

Somebody gave me
that first-class ticket.

Michael Corben,
come back here!

I didn't even eat dinner!

Aah!

Oh!

All right, I had the lobster!
I did drink the champagne.

They're already
on to us!

I fell asleep
during the movie!

Wow!

There must be...

Listen, what
are you doing?

Get inside!

Go!

Go? Go where?

Zigesfeld!

It's me.

Listen, our
informant duped us.

But he's working with an American
woman they call "the French Teacher."

There!

Michael! Michael!

No!

I'll take care of
her. Follow Corben.

Kill him.

There can be no
more mistakes.

Michael!

Nasty business!

I wonder how
it happened.

The ticket had
my name on it.

I didn't want to sit there.

What else
could you do?

Nothing.

You're lucky to be alive.

In Spain, with their security,
they'd have killed you.

Listen, I'm an American
citizen, and I know my rights.

Corben, don't go asking
for special privileges.

I want to speak to the
American Embassy.

- Relax. They know you're here.
- What'd they say?

They wished
you good luck.

What the hell is that?

Our new bomb scanner,
almost 90% effective.

Come along.

This way.

Ha ha ha! Oh, I
love this place.

Stand back, gentlemen.

Well, we'd better
stand here for now.

Uh!

Isn't it marvelous?

Ready to go again?

Maybe later.

Hello, Ian. Sorry
to interrupt.

Excuse me.

Ha ha! Very good!

Michael Corben, allow me
to introduce Miss Galante.

So, you're Corben.

Uh-huh.

We expected a
much older man.

Interesting.
Very interesting.

Your equipment.

How old are
you, Corben?

I don't have to answer
any of these questions.

Relax, Mr. Corben. We'll
respect your cover.

We prepared for someone
more conservative.

These won't
do at all now.

The French Police forwarded your call
to their English-Speaking Bureau.

Oh, thank goodness!

We are fully apprised
of the situation.

It will be best if you just forgot
whatever you thought you saw.

How can I? We're talking
about Michael Corben!

Are you sure you're completely aware
of the full import of this situation?

Of course. I am the
French Teacher!

I'll kill that kid.

- Keep her talking.
- Oh, that won't be a problem.

I want all references to the operative
called "the French Teacher."

Go back 20 years
if necessary.

Corben will have
to go it alone.

Then somebody
must call his mother!

Mrs. Grober, do
you know Mother?

I certainly do.

Shh! Despite what you are saying, if I
don't have Michael Corben this week,

she will be one
unhappylady.

Is that a threat?

French teachers do
not threaten, Monsieur.

They say s'il vous plait.

My people have adjusted the armament provision
designated for your mission, Corben.

- My what?
- Surely you're familiar with the knapsack.

I'm sure you'll find
these interesting.

You'll be the first agent to
use the working prototype.

No way. X-ray specs?

Of course, x-rays are
impervious to lead.

Of course.

May I?

You're such
a boy, Derek.

My, my!

Chewable plastic explosives.
Sugarless, of course.

Quite ingenious.

Simply chew like an
ordinary piece of gum.

Combine with the silver foil to
activate the explosive compound.

These are quite new.

Press these
pads to activate.

They'll adhere
to any surface.

NASA technology combined
with Bflfishingenufiy.

I wouldn't gain any
weight if I were you.

Ha ha ha!

This is all very cool, but you
guys are making a big mistake.

Isn't this charade
getting tiresome?

Just who do
you think I am?

Michael Corben, deep-cover
agent for the CIA.

Michael Corben,
French-class reject.

I've seen it before.

They've got them so brainwashed in
America, you can't penetrate his cover.

Here, look.
Check this out.

Here's my driver's license,
my school i.d., my fake i.d.

Track down Mrs. Grober,
my French teacher.

- She'll tell you I'm...
- Your car.

Michael Corben, deep-cover
operative for the CIA.

This is a photograph of Augustus Steranko,
Orenbourg's Chancellor of Finance.

Steranko is an
ally and a friend.

I got to get a boat.

Steranko will be hosting a summit at
the Chateau Richlieu in Orenbourg.

This is cool.

Prime ministers from every Common-Market
nation will bring their countries' gold.

The Chateau will become
the Fort Knox of Europe.

When you say, "your car,"
did you mean "your car,"

or did you mean "your
car," as in my car?

Three Finance Ministers and
Blade, who was our own top agent.

We suspect Steranko
will be his next target.

Should you indicate to him that you're
working for British Intelligence.

- Control panel open.
- Get out of town.

Damn!

Now...

in here, you'll find a wet suit, scuba
gear, camouflage, and a tuxedo,

all outfitted with standard
hands-up survival protection.

There's a map in your
glove compartment.

In your pack, along with the key
to your room at the Palace Hotel.

Ifs nearthe casino where Steranko
will be playing cards tonight.

Buy whatever you need--some new clothes,
perhaps--but save the receipts.

Uh... you won't need
this. I'll keep it for you.

You want me to blaze down t0 Orenbourg,
hang out for a while, right?

And keep an eye on
this Steranko guy.

More or less.

Uh-huh. In this car?

- Good luck.
- Yes, godspeed.

Uh-huh.

So...

I can drive this baby out of here
right now, right, without you guys?

Um... yes.

# This is not what
I remember #

# It's nothing
like the same #

# You know that
girls are like fire #

# Boys are
not to blame #

# This is not
the 1930s #

# It's not a TV show #

# You know that I
just want to dance #

# I just want to dance #

Back off!

Pull over!

One second.

Let me get the
window down.

# One hot country #

Windows.

Control panel open.

All systems ready.

What's your name?

Jeez!

Oh, my god!

You're in danger.
Behind you!

Hey!

What's your problem?

Front, rear
rockets armed.

Shield.

Parachute deployed.

# One hot country #

# This is just #

# One hot country #

# This is just #

# One hot country #

You smashed
into my car!

Jesus!

# One hot country... #

Listen to me. Back off!

Front rockets...

rocket armed.

Windows.

Put the windows down.

Systems overload. Fire.

# One hot country #

- Look at that babe!
- Kent, stop looking at babes!

Oh, my god!

It's Michael Corben!

It's Michael!

Michael!

Where?

# This is just one
hot country #

Rear rockets.
Fasten seat belt.

# One hot country #

Disarmed. Armed.

Fire.

Whoa!

# Whoa oh oh #

#%mmm#

Disable vehicle.

Shit!

Windows down.

You...

Ah, man! Those Bfifish guys are
really going to be honked off.

You are so gross.

Oh!

Oh, god!

Oh!

Back in the bus five
minutes exactly.

Bonjour.

Je suis le nouveau
chauffeur, Jean-Claude.

Ah, um... Class...
Bonjour, Jean-Claude.

Augustus!

The German Finance
Minister's here!

He was here two days ago with
the other Finance Ministers.

They seemed
perfectly satisfied.

No. He suspects.

Show him to the library.

A few well-chosen words,
and he'll be gone.

Steranko! Get
out of my way!

You let him in here.

He let himself in here.

Talking is useless.

Oh, KTUPP-

What a pleasant
surprise.

This is insanity. What have
you done with our gold?

Yes, Augustus,
show him.

Your gold is lowered into
the smelting cauldron.

All impurities
are vaporized.

Germany will never
stand for this.

The bullion is rehardened
with liquid nitrogen

before it's sent
to the presses

to mint the new
coin of my empire.

You're mad.

What?

I'll tell the world.

I don't think so.

No!

Take him.

No!

You can't do this! Stop it!
Stop it! Let me go!

OQh!

Don't you ever countermand me again.
Do you hear?

Yes, of course, Augustus.
I just thought that I...

Please! Don't think.

Hey, wait up!

Hey!

How's it going?

Bonsok.

Leave the
windows down.

Ou allez-vous,
Monsieur?

Listen, it is very
important. I must entrez.

I must find zat girl.

No, not French.

Parlez-vous English?

Monsieur, what I said is that you look like
a piece of adolescent American dog shit.

- Dog shit.
- Change your clothes.

# Ooh ooh ooh #

# Ooh ooh ooh ooh #

# I buy you flowers #

# And I buy you rings #

# My credit's for you and
your million-dollar things #

# I take you dancing #

# I take you out #

# Everything
is all for you #

# You're what
I'm all about #

# You might
think I'm crazy #

# But I don't
give a damn #

Hi. You probably
don't remember me.

Red Lotus, 150
miles per hour.

You ran me off
the road twice.

Go away.

Ah, 21! I kill
at this game.

The game is Baccarat, Monsieur.
Observers are not permitted.

I suspect this game
will end shortly.

You wish.

Oh!

- What's that mean?
- I'm out of the game.

Ah, chips for, uh...

Mariska.

Mariska.

Chip us.

I'm sorry. Baccarat is
not played in doubles.

I don't mind.

You can bring all Europe to the
table as far as I'm concerned.

Knock the shit
out of him.

He'! '

Banco...

50,000.

Banco.

Banco... what's that?

You just bet half
your money.

It's no problem.

So, listen, when I saw you in the car,
I just wanted to find out your name.

Mariska.

It's almost as
beautiful as...

as you are.

Is Monsieur still
in the game?

Chill out. I'm
talking to a lady.

Ahem!

Blackjack!

Do we win, or what?

Face cards are worth zero.
We need an 8 to win.

An s?

Perhaps you would care
to increase the stakes.

- But, Monsieur, this is highly irregular.
- I make the rules.

Well, I can't see a thing
without my glasses.

Wow!

Hey!

Monsieur, your bet.

Young man, perhaps you don't
fully understand the stakes.

I wouldn't want
you to get...

hurt.

It's cool. Hit me.

We won.

We won? We did?

We won.

- You play well, Mister...
- Corben. Michael Corben.

- And... you are?
- Steranko.

Augustus Steranko.

Oh, sorry, sir.

Sir, I didn't mean to
kick the sh... um...

I can't believe this. Uh...
better than the lottery.

They should give you
a bag for this stuff.

Your room key.

Thank you. Thanks.

There have been too many mistakes.
Bring him to me.

These fools are
no match for him.

Areola, my darling.

Hey, wait up!

Monsieur, Monsieur,
Monsieur!

Turn around.

What?

Put up your hands.

What was that?

Oh...

Jesus...

Monsieur!

Monsieur!

What?

What have you done?

I just went like this.

Ah!

Zigesfeld, take
me to Ilsa.

I have the French Teacher
and the mercenaries.

I am awaiting
further instructions.

Kill them.

With pleasure.

Monsieur!

Ah. Bun.

Uh!

Bonsoir. I am Pierre,
your new driver.

Class... bonsoir, Pierre.

Corben is alive.

There was no way
to have known.

The Americans sent two agents to the
airport, both by the name of Michael Corben.

We killed the wrong one.

Don't underestimate
the Americans.

We're not dealing with
a common British agent.

A new breed... unoflhodox,
unpredictable, fascinating.

We can't deal with him
in our usual manner.

However disagreeable, we
must sink to his level.

What did you
have in mind?

Every man has
his weakness.

Miss their mark, the talents of a beautiful
woman may strike with fatal precision.

You sent your slut.

Miss Canasta is a specialist,
much like yourself.

Corben is with Areola at the Palace Hotel.
Kill them both.

Ah, Corben.

I want out, Richardson.

That tux is real cute
with the B.O. blasters.

Gassed three people,
probably killed them.

No such luck. They'll just
wake up with a headache.

This isn't my idea
of a good time.

What were you
expecting, Corben?

To be cramped into a cheap hotel room holding
a farting contest with my roommates.

This mission is more important than
sitting in a hotel room breaking wind.

No. Surviving is
more important.

Good news about
the French Teacher.

Double agent from the cold war
days, who the CIA left for dead.

She's on somebody's payroll and
traveling with a group of mercenaries.

As you suspected, she
knows who you are.

Grober and those
geeks, mercenaries?

You guys should seriously think about
dropping the word "intelligence."

man Kelly will dispose of them all
before they become a nuisance to you.

- Wait a minute. You guys are serious.
- Quite.

Richardson, why don't you
hold them there for me?

I'll handle it.

I like a man who clears
up his own mess.

Oh!

Bonsok,
Monsieur Corben.

Uh, boner...
I mean, soir.

I bribed the bell boy.
I hope you do not mind.

Mind? Like you
think I'd mind?

I neglected to tell you
my name in the casino.

I am Areola.
Areola Canasta.

I do not give myself to just any man, but
you, Monsieur Corben, you intrigue me.

Yeah? What about
that Steranko guy?

Is he, like,
your boyfriend?

No. I just met him
tonight in the casino.

So, um... what
happened?

He lost, and I
like... winners.

If you're willing to learn, I
can teach you many things.

Ok.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm!

Close your eyes.

Shh.

Mmm!

Oh!

Mmm.

Hey, that tickles.

Ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha!

Mmm.

You see, my sweet, your night
has only begun to get hard.

Interesting phrasing.

Shh! The best part of the lesson is
learning how to accept pleasure.

Ha ha ha!

I'll be right back.

Ah!

Here, bOY!

I'll be right there!

Where are you?

Uh... "combat
condoms."

Come here!

Where are you?

Aah!

Ah!

Oh!

Ohh... oh!

Just a minute.

Ah!

Ah!

I'll be right there.

Oh!

Oh!Oh!Oh!

Oh!

Ah!

Oh!

OQh!

Oh!

Uh! Oh!

Oh!Oh!Oh!

Oh! Oh, my god!

Oh!

Ah! Oh!

Aah! Oh!

Ohh! Ohh!

Ohhh!

Ohhh!

Shit!

Ohhh!

Ahhh!

Ah!

Ah! Aah!

That's it. I'm
out of here.

Excuse me!
Coming through.

Watch it!

Excuse me!

Oh, no. Not you, too.

# And it don't work
that way, no #

# I can't imagine
that could be #

# It never crossed
my mind #

# Could be why I'm
lonely time to time... #

# Only you can
reach me now... #

It's me... Kelly.

Aah!

Aah!

Aah! Aah! Aah!

Uh!

Ow! Easy with
the slapping!

Tell me everything you know about Augustus
Steranko, or I'll cut out your heart.

I was sent to
protect him.

- To protect him?
- Technically, yes.

I could have killed him
if it weren't for you.

- I know who you are.
- You do?

You're with Intelligence.

But they're wrong.
Steranko is the assassin.

Thank God.

Steranko? What are
you talking about?

Look at this.

Blade entrusted this
to me before he left.

The scorpion... that's
Steranko's personal seal.

It's the proof. Take it!

Oh, Areola must have
been working for him.

Areola?

Yeah, the woman who
exploded in my hotel room.

Listen to me. Blade was
killed because of this.

We've got to get
to Orenbourg.

What's this "we" stuff?

You owe me.

You let the man who killed
my father get away.

- Blade? The agent?
- Yes.

Sterank0's been stockpiling munitions,
preparing for something relating to that coin.

This was supposed
to be easy.

They told my father that.

With or without
you, I'm going.

Hey. I'll help you.

# You lift me up
and give me hope #

# Every single day... #

Corben, we thought
you'd quit on us.

I was forced to make
that call at gunpoint.

Where are you, Corben?

I'm on my way
to Orenbourg.

Steranko is the assassin.

He killed those guys to
get control of the gold.

We can't accuse the Chairman
of the European Common Market

of attempting murder and pulling off
the biggest robbery in history.

Augustus Steranko
is our friend.

The concept is
mind-boggling.

Well, then boggle on. I'm
on your mission, remember?

# I'm a stranger
here... #

- The man is mad.
- And if he's not?

# Teach me
how to dream #

This place is a fortress.

The whole chateau
is a powder keg.

Christ, what
an operation.

I didn't expect
this many guards.

Damn!

- Steranko.
- Where?

What the hell are
they doing here?

- Who?
- Them. They're my... never mind.

I got to stop them.

I will get to the
bottom of this.

Tell Augustus the French Teacher
and the mercenaries have arrived.

This is all very fascinating, I'm sure,
but this is not on the schedule.

We're supposed to be in Dijon.
Do you understand? Mustard Land!

Last night we were supposed to be
in a youth hostel in Strasbourg.

Shut up, you
whining bitch!

Mariska, I got a
confession to make.

I'm not with British or
American Intelligence.

- Who are you with?
- The French Club.

You mean, you're
not an agent?

Listen, it seems like my whole
life I'm always coming close,

but I never
follow through.

But this time, I'm going
to make things right.

I'm going to help you get Steranko, and
you're going to help me get my friends out.

I'll come up with a plan.
Just give me a chance.

Ok.

You ready?

Here's your chance.

Inside! Keep her here.

Hey!

What's going on here?
Leave her alone!

Let me out!

Get in!

You ok?

This can't be happening.

Hey, scorpion boy, why don't
you try that shit with me?

They can't do this.

They can do
anything they want.

If we don't have a plan,
we don't stand a chance.

We have Corben.

Good. Don't kill him yet.
I want to talk to him.

Why do you want
to talk to him?

I never get to
talk to anyone.

Talk, talk, talk. Talking is
your tragic flaw, Augustus.

And you, grunt, are single-handedly
killing the art of conversation.

Excuse me.
Um, excuse me.

I hate to interrupt, but could
you help us get out of here?

You. Who are you?
Who sent you?

How are you associated
with Michael Corben?

I'm Patricia Grober.

I work for the Detroit
Municipal School System.

Michael Corben is my student.
Are you satisfied?

Don't toy with me,
French Teacher!

Aah! Aah!

Ohh!

Who sent you?

I'll come up
with a plan, ok?

Put that on.

You're having dinner with
Steranko in 10 minutes.

Jerk.

If he thinks I'm wearing this army
surplus reject, he's out of his mind.

It ain't my style.

Michael, number one, this
is a very nice Armani suit.

Number two, you have no style.
Don't you see?

This is the perfect opportunity. You
have to go to dinner with Steranko.

Good evening, ladies
and gentlemen.

Augustus and I are very proud
and honored to welcome you.

Going to look him straight in the eye and
tell him we're all walking out of here.

Michael, you have
to kill Steranko.

What do you
mean, kill him?

When will you realize the kind
of people we're dealing with?

They're going to kfllyourffiends.
They're going to kill us, too.

Jeez, talk about
peer pressure.

Michael, this is not a game! You
can't reason with these maniacs!

Mariska!

Very touching.

Ok, Corben, let's
go. Dinner time.

Move it!

Schnell!

- Easy on the jacket, man. This is
an Abalone suit. - I know that.

How pleasant to have this
opportunity to dine with you.

Careful, Mr. Corben.
That China is priceless.

It once belonged to
Catherine the Great.

You've proven such a worthy
and persistent adversary.

Can't you lose
like a gentleman?

I want my friends.

With me, and now you ask me for favors.
Where are your manners'?

What could you possibly have
that would be of interest to me?

I don't know. I mean...

how about this?

That belongs to me.

Scorpion on the back. Kind
of your trademark, isn't it?

Kind of an insult
to scorpions.

Excuse me. Have you been
checked for rabies?

- PM'.
- Uh...

Augustus, this looks
like a prototype.

You wouldn't be stealing that
gold and making coins, would you?

With this bug on one side and
your butt-ugly face on the other?

Bravo, Mr. Corben. You're
brighter than you look.

Let me illuminate
you further.

A unified Europe... this has been the dream
of great men for over a thousand years.

Unified out of economic necessity, and
history has played into my hands.

Tonight, the key
leaders will be here.

They will raise a fatal toast to
the new Europe, to my Europe.

Inevitably, they will need a new leader,
a visionary who can realize a utopia...

a new, united Europe...

go beyond the failed dreams of
Alexander the Great, Napoleon, Hitler.

Now, who will
they turn to?

They will turn to me!

You can sure
run a line of shit.

- You mock me?
- Mock you? You're a lunatic.

Going to poison everyone?
You'll never get away with it.

Indeed, I will.

You forced me to deviate
from my original plan.

The champagne that they're drinking
tonight is laced with a special poison,

a poison developed
by your own CIA.

It lays dormant for several months,
until it attacks unpredictably.

And those who ingest it die at random
intervals, apparently of natural causes.

That plan is useless, since you and
British intelligence know so much.

Now that I no longer have the luxury
of time, they must all die tonight.

You can't kill all
those people.

No, of course not.
I can't kill anyone.

It's my fatal weakness.

Violence completely
unnerves me.

No, when all is said and
done, I didn't kill anyone.

- It was you.
- Me?

I will show them the bodies of the
terrorists who infiltrated my chateau...

burned beyond
recognition.

Beautiful, isn't it?

I want my friends
out of here now.

Kill his friends. Kill the
girl and make him watch.

No, you can't.

Don't blame me for their fate.
You led them here.

Your ineptitude paved
the way for their demise.

Your good intentions
are not enough.

To succeed, you must...
how can I put it?

You must follow through.

You're history, pal.

I'm going to nail
your ass to the wall!

That sounds
very painful.

Get in there!

You missed a great dinner, pal. I
dropped some leftovers in your trough.

- Yes?
- No...

but we're getting out
of here right now.

We're going to
chew our way out?

You know the gum
that goes squirt?

This is the gum
that goes boom.

All right.

Ok.

Oh, shit.

Ha!

Corben?

Oh, no!

Where is he?

Step on it. Double your
pleasure, double your fun.

Corben, show yourself!

Yes!

Corben!

Hmm. Looks like
he stepped out.

It's them!

I knew I should
have taken Spanish.

Somebody help us!

Please let us out!

God! They look like
an order of fries.

Oh, my God! Michael!

I'll get you down!

Michael, help us!

We're all going to die!

No, Corben's here!

That's what I mean.

Hurry!

Michael, help us!

Michael, hurry! Hurry!

Michael!

Pay attention, Mrs. Grober!
I'm going for extra credit!

What's happening to us?

We're sinking!

I got everything
under control...

I think.

Aah! Aah! Aah!

The nitrogen... it
can freeze the gold.

Don't worry, Mrs. Grober. The nitrogen...
I'll freeze the gold... never mind.

All right, Michael!

Way to go!

Oh, God, it was terrible!

It was awful!

And they killed
that man!

Michael, what is
going on here?

Mrs. Grober, there's no time to explain,
but now you are "the French Teacher."

Hurry!

I understand.

Get to the reception, and don't
let them drink the champagne!

- Move out!
- Go! Go!

Hey! Your dick's on fire!

Made you look!

Shit!

Rm'.!

I was kidding
about the rabies.

Aah!

Oh!

Ladies and gentlemen, raise
your glasses with me now,

as we sweep aside centuries
of animosity and ignorance

and grasp at the power which
has eluded us for so long.

Alone we are nothing.

Together we
are supreme.

To a thousand years of peace...
and prosperity.

The bar's closed!

No! Continue
with the toast!

Keep calm.

The champagne's
poisoned!

Preposterous. We must stand together
against this terrorist anarchy.

Who will drink with me
to the new Europe?

I'll drink with you.

Here's to a long life.

I'll nail your
ass to the wall.

- Mariska, no!
- You killed my father!

No, dear. I killed
your father.

I'll kill her. Amazingly
enough, I will.

Augustus, hurry!

Michael!

You hurt her,
and you're dead!

Corben!

We're sitting on
a time bomb.

This place will explode!
Everybody out!

All right!

Everybody move out!

Augustus, we've got
to get out of here.

No. Just a few more bags.
You, more bags! Hurry!

Mariska.

I'm not afraid to die.
I'm not afraid to die.

Who am I kidding?

Damn it! Nothing's
happening.

Michael!

There's too much
weight, Augustus!

Get rid of the girl.

Aah!

No!

We're still too heavy!

We've got to get
rid of the gold!

- Not the gold!
- No!

Augustus!

Aah!

Augustus. It's not over.

Who will kill for you?

You taught me well.

Aah!

No! No!

Time to cash
it in, Steranko!

MY money!
N')! MY gold!

No!

No, not my gold!

Aah!

Keep the change.

Oh, no! Come on!

Aah!

Move it!

He'll us!

Help us! I'm the
French Teacher!

She's coming
right to us.

Contain that woman.

No, you don't understand.
I'm a good guy.

- What now?
- Don't ask.

- Hang on to me real tight.
- What are you going to do?

Mariska, these sneakers
walk down walls.

Put me down!

Aah! Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

I'm used to living on the edge...
just not this close.

Hang on, all right? Don't worry.
It's all downhill from here.

Where's Corben?

Oh, he's on the roof.

What will I tell
his mother?

Oh, dear, Michael.
I'm so sorry.

You don't understand.
That's Michael Corben.

Oh, dear, Michael.
Oh, Michael.

- Corben, you're alive! Good job!
Well done! - Congratulations.

- Corben. Michael Corben.
- Kent, man!

Thank you, Michael.

Michael! Michael,
do something!

The French Teacher...
she's with me.

You've got the credit!

And take my advice.
Don't piss her off.

Oh, fine. Uh, let her go!

Thank you. Thank
you very much.

Back into service as soon as possible.
- Hold on. He's our operative, remember?

We've got plenty of things
lined up for our top man.

Guys, I don't even want to try
to explain who I really am, 0k'?

Going to happen now is I'm going to take
a vacation and learn a little French.

Au revoir...
or something.

# Always
running away #

# Never seeing
it through #

# But, baby, that's not
how it's gonna be #

# When it
comes to you #

# Don't know if
we'll make it, girl #

# There's no way
of knowing #

# Don't know what
we're heading for #

# But I've got the faith
to keep on going #

# There's no
turning back #

# Too far
gone for that #

# Oh, couldn't live
another minute #

# In a world
without you in it #

# No, no turning back #

# I got my
heart on track #

# Oh, never had
a lot to lose #

# But since I met
you, baby, I do #

# If looks could kill #

# We'd be
dead by now #

# 'Cause everyone
we meet these days #

# Wants to
shoot us down #

# But, baby, if we
hold on tight #

# They could never
tear us apart #

# So take it on
through the night #

# We'll just follow our
hearts, follow our hearts #

# There's no
turning back #

# Too far
gone for that #

# Oh, couldn't live
another minute #

# In a world
without you in it #

# No, no turning back #

# I got my
heart on track #

# Oh, never had
a lot to lose #

# But since I met
you, baby, I do #

# Come and take my hand, we'll
run as fast as we can #

# We're gonna make
a break for daylight #

# Just staying
out of sight #

# 'Cause we will already
be a part of history #

# Young, cold,
signed and sealed #

# Hiding out
against our will #

# If looks could kill #

# If looks could kill #

# You lift me up
and give me hope #

# Every single day #

# I never dreamed that
I could feel this way #

# When I'm down, I know
where I'm gonna turn #

# Ooh, I've got so
much to learn #

# Teach me
how to dream #

# Help me
make a wish #

# If I wish for you #

# Will you make my
wish come true? #

# I'm a stranger here #

# Strange as
it may seem #

# Take me by
the heart #

# Teach me
how to dream #