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[clock ticking]

[train rumbling]

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[car horn honks]

[distant jet whooshing]

- WELL, GO THEN.

- IT'S DROMOLEEN, FROGS.

NOTHING EVER HAPPENS

AROUND HERE.

[whistle blaring]

- RIGHT.

OKAY.

[train approaching]

- [screaming]

- GO ON, THEN.

- THAT WAS SO COOL!

YES!

- HEY!

GET OFF THE TRACK!

GO ON!

GET OUT OF IT!

[boys shouting]

[lighter strikes]

[energetic rock music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ OOH... ♪

♪ OOH... ♪

♪ OOH-OOH... ♪

- THIS IS WRKY ROCKY 103 F.M.

[rock music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ BOY, STUPID BOY ♪

♪ DON'T SIT AT THE TABLE ♪

♪ UNTIL YOU'RE ABLE TO ♪

♪ TOY, BROKEN TOY ♪

♪ YOU SHOUT AND SHOUT ♪

♪ YOU'RE INSIDE OUT ♪

♪ IF YOU DON'T KNOW ♪

♪ ELECTRIC CO. ♪

♪ IF YOU DON'T KNOW ♪

♪ ELECTRIC CO. ♪

♪ RED, RUNNING RED ♪

♪ YOU PLAY FOR REAL ♪

♪ A TOY COULD FEEL ♪

♪ A HOLE IN YOUR HEAD ♪

♪ YOU WON'T SHOUT ♪

♪ YOU'RE SPOON-FED ♪

♪ IF YOU DON'T KNOW ♪

♪ ELECTRIC CO. ♪

♪ IF YOU DON'T KNOW ♪

♪ ELECTRIC CO. ♪

[rock music fading]

- GET THE 9-VOLT.

THEY'RE IN THE BACK.

- [snoring]

[snoring continues]

[light clattering]

[snoring continues]

[creaking]

[lid shuts]

- [exhales]

[creaking]

- [chuckles]

[creaking]

[banging crash]

- HEY!

- [gasps]

- GRUBBY BUGGER, YOU!

WHAT'D YOU STEAL IN THERE, BOYO?

- WELL, HOW DID IT GET

LIKE THAT?

[rock music]

♪ ♪

COME HERE, YOU!

OH, YOU WEE BUGGER, YA.

[rock music]

♪ ♪

[glass shatters]

- ♪ ELECTRIC CO. ♪

- OOH!

- ♪ ELECTRIC CO. ♪

♪ IF YOU DON'T KNOW ♪

- I'LL GET YOU, YOU WEE

BUGGERS!

- ♪ IF YOU DON'T KNOW ♪

[music fading]

- DON'T WAKE HIM UP.

[record screaks]

- OH, LADS.

AW, FECK SAKE, LADS.

I'M ON AIR.

- HEY, EDDIE.

WE'RE BUILDING A SPACE PHONE.

WE NEED PARTS FOR IT.

- WHERE'S HE GONE?

- NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO.

- ALL RIGHT, EDDIE.

COME ON!

- THAT'S PRIVATE PROPERTY,

YOU KNOW!

[wind roaring]

[electronic beeping]

- YEAH, WELL, I'M BAD AT MATH,

ALL RIGHT, SO...

THAT'S THE SIGNAL, ANYWAY.

- NOW WHAT?

- NOW WE WAIT FOR AN ANSWER.

- I DON'T KNOW.

LEG IT?

[laughter]

- WILL YOU PISS OFF?

- WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?

GET YOUR DA OR YOUR MA?

- YEAH.

- WILL YOU SHUT UP!

- GO!

- WOULD YOU LET GO?

- UGH.

- WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?

OH.

- COME ON, DARREN.

ON YOUR RIGHT.

- PSYCHO.

- DICK HEAD!

- CAN'T BIKE ANYWAY!

- HERE YOU GO.

- YEAH.

- THAT'S FOR SURE.

YOU ALL RIGHT?

[gulls squawking]

[baby cries]

- IT'S TOURISTS, FRANCIS.

THAT'S THE PROBLEM.

- YES, BUT...

IT'S MORE THAN THAT.

LOOK, UM...

YOU'RE A TRAVELER, RIGHT?

- WOULD YOU NEVER THINK OF...

TRAVELING?

- WE WERE HOPING IT WOULDN'T

COME TO THIS, FRANCIS.

- THIS IS A COURT DOCUMENT,

FRANCIS.

- SHOW ME THAT LETTER,

CARMODY.

UNDER SECTION 27 OF THE...

[engine turns over, rumbles]

[engine grinds and backfires]

- AN INDIVIDUAL...

HAS LIVED ON OR IS OCCUPYING...

[horn honks Dixie melody]

- ALL RIGHT, OKAY.

SEE YA, FROGS.

SEE YA, MRS. CONNORS.

- SEE YA, PACO.

[exciting instrumental music]

♪ ♪

- G-FORCE!

FIVE INCREDIBLE YOUNG PEOPLE

WITH SUPERPOWERS.

AND WATCHING OVER THEM

FROM CENTER NEPTUNE, 7-ZARK-7.

WATCHING, WARNING AGAINST

SURPRISE ATTACK BY ALIEN

GALAXIES FROM BEYOND SPACE.

♪ ♪

[door opens]

[indistinct whispering]

[eerie whoosh]

[door bangs open]

- SORRY, HON.

MARION WENT INTO LABOR

RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF SERVICE.

HAD TO WORK A DOUBLE.

THEN THE CAR WENT AGAIN

ON THE WAY HOME.

HAD TO GET A LIFT

FROM FRANK THE GARDA.

- MOM...

- WHAT?

- AM I A BASTARD?

- WHAT?

- DARREN WALSH IS ALWAYS

SAYING THINGS.

- [sighs]

DON'T MIND HIM.

YOU NEED A THICK SKIN

IN THIS TOWN.

DARREN WALSH IS ONLY

A GOBSHITE.

- I WISHED HE'D COME HOME.

- I KNOW.

SO DO I.

- DEH!

MOM!

GET OFF--

- [laughs]

- MY TAPE.

- HE SPEAKS ENGLISH TOO,

YOU KNOW.

- AT THE RESTAURANT.

LISTEN AND REPEAT.

- QUISIERA COMER EL DESAYUNO.

- QUISIERA COMER EL DESAYUNO.

- QUISIERA COMER EL DESAYUNO.

- NOW TRY TO BOOK A HOTEL ROOM

FOR YOURSELF AND A FRIEND.

- [sighs]

WE'LL HAVE TO SEE IF MR. BARRETT

CAN SAW THAT OFF YOU.

- YES, MISS.

- SORRY.

CAR'S GONE AGAIN.

- YOU WERE NEVER EARLY FOR

ANYTHING IN YOUR LIFE, GRACE.

- UGH, GIVE OVER, CAROL.

RIGHT.

THICK SKIN.

REMEMBER?

- YEAH.

[sharp clanging]

- THE CLIMATE OF A PARTICULAR

COUNTRY OR AREA IS DETERMINED

BY THE AVERAGE WEATHER PATTERNS

OVER A LONG...

- PSST!

[whispering] WHERE'S FROGS?

COME ON, WHERE IS HE?

- [whispering] I DON'T KNOW.

- UNDERSTANDING THE CLIMATE

OF AN AREA HELPS US TO KNOW

THE TYPE OF WEATHER WE CAN

EXPECT IN THE DIFFERENT SEASONS.

- [whispering] HEY, PACO.

I HEARD THE COPS MOVED THEM.

THEY RAN THEM OUT LAST NIGHT.

[indistinct whispering]

- WE MAY NOT KNOW SPECIFICALLY

WHAT THE WEATHER IS LIKE

IN A MONTH'S TIME,

BUT IF WE KNOW THE CLIMATE...

- ♪ FOREVER, MY DARLING ♪

♪ MY LOVE WILL BE TRUE ♪

- FROGS...

- ♪ ALWAYS AND FOREVER ♪

♪ I'LL LOVE JUST YOU ♪

♪ JUST PROMISE ME, DARLING ♪

♪ YOUR LOVE IN RETURN ♪

♪ LET THIS FIRE ♪

♪ IN MY LITTLE HEART ♪

♪ LET IT FOREVER BURN ♪

♪ MY HEART'S ♪

♪ AT YOUR COMMAND, DEAR ♪

♪ TO LOVE AND TO HOLD ♪

[toilet flushing]

- [gasping]

- [chuckling]

- GRACE!

OPEN THE DOOR, GRACE.

- WHAT?

- [slurring] LET ME IN THERE

A SECOND.

- NO, PISS OFF, MARTIN.

I'M CALLING THE GUARDS.

- GRACE, WAIT.

GRACE.

- WHAT IS IT?

- I LOVE YOU, GRACE.

- FECK OFF, MARTIN.

- ALL RIGHT, PACO.

- [whispers indistinctly]

10-4, HOUSTON, WE HAVE

A PROBLEM.

COPY THAT, COLUMBIA.

WE'RE SENDING PACO THOMAS.

HE'S THE BEST WE'VE GOT.

[solemn acoustic music]

♪ ♪

[chuckling] FROGS...

- DEAR PACO, HOW ARE THINGS?

I AM IN DUBLIN.

IT IS MASSIVE HERE.

I HAVE BEEN IN TWO FIGHTS

ALREADY.

- [chuckles]

- MOM SAYS SHE WILL HAVE

AN APOPLEXY IN THIS PLACE,

BUT DA SAYS EVERYTHING WILL

BE A-1.

I HOPE THINGS ARE GOING WELL

WITH OUR SPACE PHONE.

YOUR BEST AMIGO, FROGS.

[distant rumbling]

[rumbling continues]

[heavy blast]

[loud whooshing]

- IT'S WORKING!

[rumbling thud]

[sizzling]

WHOA.

[owl hoots]

[indistinct radio transmission]

[metal clanking]

[panting]

[indistinct radio transmission]

HELLO?

WHOA.

[camera shutter snaps]

[film rewind clicking]

- GAH!

- AAH!

- [speaking Spanish]

- ESPAÑOL IS SPANISH.

OH!

[panting]

MY DAD'S SPANISH.

[speaking Spanish]

- WHAT?

ESTOY...

- [gasps] TELEPHONE!

PH--PHONE.

- UH-HUH.

- YEAH, I HAVE A PHONE, YEAH.

- I ONLY LIVE OVER THERE.

[keypad clacking]

IT DOESN'T WORK.

THEY CUT US OFF.

[vehicle approaching]

- THANKS, FRANK.

SAY HI...

- MOM.

HURRY UP, WILL YA?

- SO I THINK SHE'S ONLY

WORKING THERE PART-TIME.

I'M SURE SHE'S BEING LAZY.

- [snoring]

- YOU DON'T HAVE TO PUT ME

TO BED.

I'M NOT A BABY.

- YOU'RE MY BABY.

TOMORROW I'LL BE HOME EARLY.

I PROMISE.

- [snoring]

- WOW.

SHH.

[door opens]

- WE'RE LATE.

- HUH?

- [snoring, farting]

- PACO.

- I'M NOT FEELING WELL.

[flatulence continues]

- YOU DON'T SMELL TOO WELL

EITHER--JESUS.

YOU'RE FINE.

- I NEED A SICK DAY.

- UP.

PACO.

UP.

- I HATE WALKING.

- WELL, WE'RE WALKING.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT

BAG?

- NOTHING.

- THESE CONDITIONS INCLUDE

RAIN AND SNOW, WHAT WE CALL

PRECIPITATIONS.

- [snoring]

[fly buzzing]

[snorts]

[groans]

HMPH!

[fly buzzes away]

[fly buzzing]

[sighs]

- WHEN WE TALK ABOUT WEATHER,

WE'RE REFERRING TO THE

SHORT-TERM CONDITIONS FOUND IN

THE EARTH'S LOWER ATMOSPHERE.

AH!

[livestock bleating]

- ♪ YAMA YAMA, PRETTY MAMA ♪

♪ YAMA YAMA, PRETTY MAMA ♪

♪ YAMA YAMA ♪

♪ YAMA YAMA YAMA YAMA ♪

♪ PRETTY MAMA ♪

♪ YOU LOOK GOOD TO ME ♪

♪ WELL ♪

- I'M HOME!

THE STATE OF THE PLACE...

[boogie music playing]

I GOT THE CAR BACK.

[singing softly]

ARE YOU TAKING A SHOWER?

[boogie music blaring]

♪ ♪

- ♪ YAMA YAMA, PRETTY MAMA ♪

♪ YAMA YAMA, PRETTY MAMA ♪

- HOPE YOU REMEMBERED A TOWEL

THIS TIME, MISTER.

[screams]

- AH!

- [screams]

[boogie music continues]

♪ ♪

OH!

OH!

- HEY, HEY, HEY, SEÑORA!

POR FAVOR!

[glass shatters]

- SEÑORA!

[glass shatters]

[boogie music continues]

♪ ♪

[phone ringing]

- MUM?

UH-HUH.

WRKY NEWS.

YOU ARE NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS.

- COME ON.

STICK WITH ME.

SORRY.

COMING THROUGH.

EXCUSE ME.

LAURA KELLY, R.T.E. NEWS.

WHAT CAN YOU TELL US

ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED HERE?

- WELL, WE'RE NO STRANGERS TO

VISITORS HERE IN DROMOLEEN,

BEING A CENTER OF TOURISM.

OF COURSE, WE USED TO BE FAMOUS

FOR DOUBLE GLAZING.

[amplifier screeching]

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,

TAKE YOUR SEATS NOW PLEASE,

IF YOU CAN.

HARRY...

LET THE PHOTOGRAPHER THERE

THROUGH.

GOOD CHAP.

- WHAT HAPPENS NOW, TOMMY?

- YEAH, WHAT'S IN THE PLANE?

- WHO'S YOUR MAN?

- THIS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,

IS THE PILOT OF THE VEHICLE.

[crowd murmuring]

TO BE PERFECTLY HONEST, WE'RE

NOT CERTAIN OF HIS NAME YET.

- HIS NAME'S ERNESTO.

- WE'RE ALSO NOT CERTAIN,

PRECISELY, WHAT HE IS,

BUT WE THINK HE'S SOME FORM OF

COLOMBIAN OR POSSIBLY MEXICAN.

WE'VE ASKED AN BORD TEANGA

IN DUBLIN TO SOURCE A NATIVE

SPEAKER OF COLOMBIANESE.

- SPANISH.

- YOU UNDERSTAND HIM?

- A BIT.

HIS NAME IS ERNESTO.

MY DA'S SPANISH.

[laughter]

[laughter ceases]

- WHAT'S HE SAYING?

- UM...

[amplifier screeching slightly]

- UM...

HE COMES FROM PAEZ...

IN COLOMBIA.

[excited murmuring]

- UM...

HE WAS AN ORPHAN.

[sympathetic murmuring]

- AND ONE DAY...

ONE DAY...

ONE DAY, HIS SON DIED.

[murmuring]

AND THERE WAS A FLOOD,

AN AWFUL FLOOD.

AND EVERYONE GOT SICK.

- THEY NEEDED MEDICINE,

SO HE GOT IN HIS PLANE,

AND...

WELL, HE GOT LOST.

AND HE WAS THEIR ONLY HOPE.

[sympathetic murmuring]

AND THAT'S WHY YOU HAVE

TO HELP HIM.

- UM, MUCH AS WE'D LIKE TO,

PACO, WE SIMPLY HAVEN'T GOT THE

INFRASTRUCTURE.

WE JUST CAN'T DO IT.

- FACTORIES CLOSE, MR. CARMODY.

PEOPLE DON'T.

MAYBE...

IT'S TIME THIS TOWN DID

WHAT IT WANTED...

NOT WHAT IT WAS TOLD.

- YEAH, WHO ARE YOU TO TELL US

WHAT TO DO, CARMODY?

[crowd shouting]

- I HEAR WHAT YOU'RE SAYING.

- I'M SICK OF US BEING

DICTATED TO.

- ME TOO!

[voices rising]

- LOOK, I'M ONLY REPRESENTING.

- I SAY WE HELP HIM!

[cheers and applause]

- THEY'RE GREAT.

- THIS IS A MESS.

DO YOU WANT ME TO GET THESE

PEOPLE OUT OF HERE?

- MESS?

I TELL YOU, ALL THIS IS MADNESS.

P.R. GOLD DUST.

ERNESTO FROM PAEZ, COLOMBIA,

THE PEOPLE OF DROMOLEEN,

COUNTY CORK, HAVE DECIDED TO

GET YOU HOME.

[cheering]

- NO WAY.

- I'M KEEPING HIM.

- NO!

WE CAN'T JUST BRING A MAN HOME

LIKE A STRAY DOG.

- IT'S OKAY.

SIT DOWN.

STOP IT.

YOU'RE MAKING HIM NERVOUS.

- I CAN'T HELP IT.

HE MAKES ME UNCOMFORTABLE.

- YOUR HAND.

AHH.

- AH, LOOK, I CAN'T DO THIS.

HE NEEDS A DOCTOR.

- NO, NO, NO, NO.

POR FAVOR.

[winces]

- AH, I KNEW IT.

I'M SO SORRY.

- [chuckling]

- [laughs]

- AH--OW.

- SERVES YOU RIGHT.

[gentle chiming music]

♪ ♪

- [whispering] DON'T GO.

- [sighs]

[chuckles slightly]

- YES.

[makes whooshing noise]

- [laughing]

[all laughing]

[laughter]

- OH, NO, NO, NO.

- WHAT DID HE SAY, ANYWAY?

- HE SAID, "HOW ARE WE

GONNA DO THIS?"

- THESE ALL ARE THE FINEST

ALUMINUM FABRICATORS

IN IRELAND.

IF ANYONE CAN FIX THAT PLANE,

THEY CAN.

- WHOA, WHOA, HOLD ON

A SECOND.

- YOU'RE BARRED IF YOU DON'T.

IN FACT, YOU'RE BARRED

UNTIL YOU DO.

- HEH.

[reverberating clang]

- RIGHT, YOU'RE DEAD.

HOW ARE YOU?

[breathes deeply]

I WAS JUST--

- WE KNOW ABOUT THE STATION,

EDDIE.

- YEAH?

- EVERYONE KNOWS.

- SO WHAT HAPPENS NOW?

- NOTHING.

- EXCELLENT.

- PROVIDED YOU HELP.

- WITH THE HEAD AND THE...

BEYOND--OKAY.

- ELECTRONICS AND ALL THAT

CRAIC.

- OH.

[driving rock music]

♪ ♪

- IS HE DEAD, DO YOU THINK?

- CAN YOU HEAR ME,

MR. SUTHERLAND?

- YOU!

- AH!

BUT I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!

- CHIEF ENGINEER.

- IT WASN'T ME!

- YOU BUGGER, YOU!

[driving rock music]

♪ ♪

- WHAT DO YOU THINK, LADS?

- NO BOTHER TO US.

- NO WAY.

- THEY NEED ME TO TRANSLATE.

- YOU'RE NOT MISSING SCHOOL.

- BUT HE'S MY FRIEND.

- WELL, I DON'T WANT HIM

TO BE YOUR FRIEND, PACO.

WE DON'T KNOW WHO HE IS.

- THAT'S NOT IT.

YOU JUST DON'T WANT ME TO HAVE

ANY FRIENDS.

WELL, I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY,

'CAUSE YOU GOT WHAT YOU WANTED.

NO, THANKS.

- HE'S IN SPAIN.

- MM.

- YEAH.

[door opens]

- IF HE WANTS...

HIS CLOTHES LOOKED A BIT...

I COULD FIX THEM, MAYBE, OR JUST

PUT THEM IN THE WASH ANYWAYS.

YOU CAN HAVE THESE.

THEY'RE FOR YOU.

- [giggles]

- GRACE!

COME OUT AND TALK TO ME,

FOR FECK SAKE.

- MARTIN, PISS OFF!

I'VE ALREADY TOLD YOU--

I'M MARRIED.

- NOT THAT SHITE AGAIN.

WHERE IS HE?

HUH?

THE FAMOUS HUSBAND!

[door opens]

FINALLY.

WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?

UGH!

- WHERE'S THE REST OF 'EM?

- BUSY.

- FOR CHRIST'S SAKE,

THE WHOLE TOWN'S UNEMPLOYED.

AH, GOOD MORNING, MR. CORDOBA.

HOW ARE YOU?

WHAT DO YOU THINK, HUH?

NO BOTHER TO US, HUH?

- IT'S ALUMINUM.

- IT'S A WIDOW-MAKER.

- SEE?

ALL OVER IT.

- B-26 MARAUDER.

D-DAY'S FINEST.

I THINK IT'S A MARK BODY.

AND THERE YOU GOT PRATT

AND WHITNEY RADIALS,

RECONDITIONED PROP.

AY, SHE'S LOVELY.

ROUGHEST FLIGHT I EVER TOOK IN

ONE OF THESE, BUT, BOY,

YOU KNEW YOU WERE FLYING.

CIA USED THESE IN THAT

BAY OF PIGS, YOU KNOW?

FUNNY HOW EVERYTHING ENDS UP

IN SOUTH AMERICA.

- TOMMY.

- NOT NOW, NED.

CAN YOU FIX IT, MR. SUTHERLAND?

- WELL, FOR A START,

YOUR LANDING GEAR IS MISSING.

- SO WE CAN BUILD LANDING GEAR.

- LANDING GEAR?

LISTEN, YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO

PATCH UP THE FUSELAGE.

YOU MIGHT EVEN BE ABLE TO DRAG

IT OUT WITH CABLES AND TRACTORS,

IF YOU'RE SMART ABOUT IT,

BUT YOU WILL NOT FABRICATE

LANDING GEAR.

AND WITHOUT IT, THIS PLANE

IS A DEAD DUCK.

SEE, IT'S NOT JUST A SET

OF WHEELS, MR. CARMODY.

IT'S PRECISION, ENGINEERING,

THE BEST OF ITS TIME.

WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?

- NEARLY KILLED KOJAK.

- WHO'S KOJAK?

[bull bellowing]

- THAT'S KOJAK,

OUR PRIZE BULL.

NORMALLY, WHEN WE PUT HIS FOOD

OUT, HE'LL COME INTO THIS

PEN HERE.

[bull moaning]

BUT HE HASN'T BUDGED FOR DAYS.

BET THE PLANE FRIGHTENED

THE SHITE OUT OF HIM.

[bull bellowing]

- DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS?

- UM...

NO.

- FORWARD PRESSURE CONTROL.

THE LANDING GEAR HAS SURVIVED.

IT'S ON THE OTHER SIDE

OF THIS FENCE.

[bull bellowing]

[groaning]

[Spanish horn music]

♪ ♪

- WHAT'S HE DOING?

ERNO, PLEASE.

ERNO, MR. CORDOBA,

IT REALLY ISN'T SAFE.

ERNO...

STOP HIM, SOMEONE.

- HE MUST BE MAD.

- TORO!

[Spanish horn music]

♪ ♪

[bull bellows]

- EH, COME ON, LET HIM IN.

[bull bellowing]

- CLOSE THE GATE!

- GET IT, WILL YA?

- CLOSE THE GATE.

[bull groaning]

[laughter]

- SHITE, SCHOOL.

- WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

- SCHOOL.

- WHAT WILL WE DO WITH

ERNESTO?

- I DON'T KNOW.

THINK OF SOMETHING.

- UH...

HMM...

[stuttering]

[speaking Spanish]

ESTOY BIEN.

- WHAT DID I TELL YOU, BOYS?

NO BOTHER TO US, HUH?

- ♪ OOP-SCOOBY-DOOBY-LENA ♪

♪ GO-GAL-GO ♪

♪ BOP-A-LENA, BOP-A-LENA ♪

♪ SHE'S MY GAL ♪

♪ OH, BOP-A-LENA, BOP-A-LENA ♪

♪ YEAH, SHE'S MY GAL ♪

♪ SHE'S MY GAL ♪

♪ AND I LOVE HER SO ♪

♪ OOP-SCOOBY-DOOBY-LENA ♪

♪ GO-GAL-GO ♪

♪ WELL, THE SCHOOL BELLS ♪

♪ ARE RINGIN' ♪

♪ EVERYBODY RUNNIN' OUT ♪

♪ GOIN' TO THE SHAG ♪

♪ GONNA SHAKE IT ALL ABOUT ♪

♪ BOP-A-LENA LOOKIN' ♪

♪ LIKE A ROSE IN THE WILD ♪

♪ MAN, I DIG THAT ♪

♪ SWEET JUVENILE ♪

♪ WHEN SHE GET A-GOIN' ♪

♪ SHE'S A REAL COOL CHICK ♪

♪ SHE DO THE BEBOP ♪

♪ LIKE A POGO STICK ♪

♪ BOP-A-LENA, BOP-A-LENA ♪

♪ YEAH, SHE'S MY GAL ♪

♪ OH, BOP-A-LENA, BOP-A-LENA ♪

♪ YEAH, SHE'S MY GAL ♪

♪ SHE'S MY GAL ♪

♪ AND I LOVE HER SO ♪

♪ OOP-SCOOBY-DOOBY-LENA ♪

♪ GO-GAL-GO ♪

[rollicking '50s R&B]

♪ ♪

[clattering]

[music fading]

- OH, HERE, LOOK AT THIS.

HERE.

YOU'RE FAMOUS.

[man shouting in Spanish]

- MUEVE, MUEVE, MUEVE, MUEVE.

- VAMOS.

- HOW ARE YOU, SEAMUS?

NEED SOME JUICE OFF YA.

- NO BOTHER.

HOW MUCH DO YOU WANT, TOMMY?

- 1,400 GALLONS.

[pump clicks off]

- FOR A LAWN MOWER?

- FOR THIS PLANE WE'RE

BUILDING.

- RIGHT.

THAT'S AVIATION FUEL.

- I TOLD YOU.

- OKAY.

1,400 GALLONS OF AVIATION FUEL.

- YEAH, BUT I HAVEN'T GOT

A LICENSE FOR AVIATION FUEL.

- YOU NEED A LICENSE?

- OH, YEAH.

- WHERE THE HELL DO WE GET

1,400 GALLONS OF AVIATION FUEL

WITH NO LICENSE?

- MI HERMANO...

[dial tone]

NO, NO...

[shouting in Spanish]

- TOLD YOU TO GET THAT PHONE

FIXED, SEAMUS.

- [humming]

[sighs] I'M LATE.

- WHY DO WE HAVE THE

TABLECLOTH?

- SHUT UP.

- HMM, MM...

- HE SAYS, "CAN WE HAVE CHIPS

TOMORROW?"

- [scoffs]

NO, HE DIDN'T.

- AND THAT'S FROGS.

WE WORK WITH HIS DA SOMETIMES.

HE MAKES TARMAC.

- TARMAC.

- YEAH.

HE'S GONE NOW, THOUGH.

OH, THAT'S MOM.

SHE USED TO BE A DANCER

BEFORE SHE HAD ME.

MI MADRE.

- [laughing]

- PACO!

COME ON.

DON'T SHOW THOSE.

- IT'S ONLY PHOTOS.

HE WANTS TO KNOW ABOUT US.

- WELL, I DON'T WANT HIM

KNOWING ABOUT US.

- WHAT'D HE SAY?

- HE SAID...

"WHY IS THERE NO PHOTOS OF DAD?"

- [laughs slightly]

TELL HIM IT'S NONE

OF HIS BUSINESS.

- [whistles]

[indistinct speech]

[engine grinding]

- TRY FULL THROTTLE!

[engine sputters]

- THERE WE GO.

SHE'S GONNA CATCH.

GO ON.

GO ON.

- NO, KEEP IT GOING.

KEEP IT GOING.

- AS YOU CAN SEE, THE PEOPLE

OF THIS TOWN HAVE PULLED

TOGETHER TO DO THE IMPOSSIBLE.

- THAT'S RIGHT, DARLING.

THE PEOPLE OF DROMOLEEN

ARE NOT THE SORT TO SIT AROUND

ON THEIR BEHINDS, AND WE'D BE

DELIGHTED TO HEAR FROM ANYONE

WHO'S INTERESTED IN INVESTING

IN OUR WONDERFUL TOWN.

JUST--

[explosion]

- OFF!

SHUT IT DOWN!

- CUT!

- RIGHT.

FECK THIS.

I'M SIGNING OFF.

- MUST BE SOMETHING

WE CAN DO, BOYS.

- WHAT CAN WE DO, TOMMY?

STOP KIDDING YOURSELF, WILL YA?

- HEY...

COME ON, LADS.

I KNOW YOU CAN FIX IT.

- THE ENGINE'S BANJAXED, PACO.

- WE'RE SHEET METAL WORKERS,

NOT MECHANICS.

- THE ENGINE IS NOT

THE PROBLEM.

- LOOKS LIKE A PROBLEM TO ME.

- THE PROPELLERS ARE

THE PROBLEM.

- BUT YOU FIXED THE PROPELLERS.

- WHAT WE DID BEFORE

WAS MICKEY MOUSE.

GOT TO START OVER.

- START OVER?

- THAT'S THE SPIRIT.

- SHE'LL FLY YET?

- AH, SHE MIGHT.

WE'LL NEED ACETYLENE,

PLENTY OF IT,

AND SPOT WELDERS.

- THESE BOYS CAN WELD.

- NO, NOT FOR THE SURFIN'.

YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO GET

THE GIRLS.

- WHAT'S THIS?

A YO-YO?

- [laughs]

- WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE

LIKE EVERYONE ELSE?

WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE MUM

OUT OF IT?

- PACO.

- MR. CORDOBA.

COME ON.

WILL YOU COME FOR A PINT?

[upbeat music playing]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

HE'LL BE HOME SOON.

CAN'T BE MUCH LONGER.

[indistinct chatter]

- I NEVER GOT TO AMERICA,

YOU KNOW?

- AND THE MONEY IS NOT

VERY GOOD EITHER.

- I'M ENTITLED TO MY OPINION,

RIGHT?

AND AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED...

- IT'S NOT SAFE.

IT'LL KILL YOU.

WE'LL ALL BE BURNT IN OUR BEDS.

IT'LL BE LIKE HIROSHIMA

ALL OVER AGAIN.

- DO YOU HAVE A BULL YOURSELF?

- DID YOU EVER SEE GALLUS?

IT'S GOOD.

BLOODY GOOD.

[horn beeping]

[men shouting jovially]

[car door shuts]

[shouting trails off]

- YOU KNOW, WE NEVER ASKED YOU

FOR ANYTHING.

YEAH, I KNOW.

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.

WELCOME TO MY WORLD, HUH?

- HE'S JUST A KID, OKAY?

AND IT MATTERS,

WHAT YOU'RE DOING HERE,

REALLY MATTERS TO HIM.

SO YOU CAN SIT THERE AND BE

GOOD-LOOKING AND SMUG

ALL YOU WANT, BUT YOU'RE

FORGETTING THAT HE'S ONLY A KID.

- YOU COME HERE, AND YOU FILL

HIS HEAD FULL OF CRAZY DREAMS,

BUT YOU MISS THE ONE POINT:

THAT HE'S NEVER HAD A MAN

IN HIS LIFE.

OH, I DON'T EVEN KNOW

WHY I'M TELLING YOU THIS.

[drill whirring]

[tools clanking]

- [shouts in Spanish]

[whistles]

- WHAT'S HE SAYING?

- HE SAID IT'S TOO SOFT.

- BUT THESE PLANES ARE MEANT

FOR GRASS.

YOU SAID IT YOURSELF.

- JUST NOT THAT KIND OF GRASS.

TOO WET.

IF IT RAINS, SHE'LL...

SINK LIKE A STONE.

WHAT WE NEED IS...

YOU KNOW, A RUNWAY.

- "ASFALTO"?

- THAT MEANS "TARMAC."

- TARMAC.

- [chuckles]

- WHERE THE HELL DO I GET

THAT MUCH TARMAC?

WE'D PAY YOU, OF COURSE.

AND YOU'D GET YOUR OLD SPOT

BACK.

MAY BE A BIT FARTHER BACK

OFF THE ROAD, BUT ELECTRICITY,

RUNNING WATER, ALL THAT CRAIC.

YOU NAME IT.

- SORRY?

- I'M SURE WE COULD ORGANIZE

A TABLE.

- NATURALLY.

- [spits]

- OF COURSE.

- SWELL, THEN.

- LOOK, ERNESTO.

- AH.

[laughs]

MUY BIEN.

[laughs]

[car horn playing Dixie melody]

[engine rumbling]

[rollicking bluesy music]

♪ ♪

- FROGS!

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?

- I MEAN...

YOU--YOU LOOK DIFFERENT.

- YEAH?

- YEAH.

- COME ON, I'LL SHOW YOU.

- COME ON, WE'LL GO CHECK

IT OUT.

[man grunting]

- [laughs]

- I DON'T KNOW.

- COOL...

- NO.

[Frogs coughing]

- [laughing]

- I BETTER GO CHECK ON HIM.

GRACIAS...

FOR FROGS.

[gentle chiming music]

♪ ♪

- YOU LOOKING FOR THIS?

YOU KNOW...

I NEVER SAW ANY GOOD COME

FROM ONE OF THESE.

- [speaking Spanish]

- NO, YOU LISTEN TO ME.

NO, LISTEN TO ME.

I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

WHAT I DO KNOW IS THAT

THINGS GOT A LOT BETTER FOR

THIS TOWN THE DAY YOU SHOWED UP.

BUT THIS...

THIS DISAPPEARS.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

IT DISAPPEARS.

[wings fluttering]

[pigeons cooing]

- WE ARE A REPUBLICAN CAUSE,

COUNCILOR.

WHAT MAKES YOU THINK WE WOULD

WANT TO HELP YOU?

- IT'S JUST A BIT OF

AVIATION FUEL.

- 1,400 GALLONS OF AVIATION

FUEL.

AND YOU HAVEN'T ANSWERED

MY QUESTION.

- WELL, UM...

I SEE, UM...

ERNESTO HERE IS...

A CLOSE RELATION...

OF CHE GUEVARA.

- DOES LOOK A WEE BIT LIKE HIM,

NOW YOU SAY IT.

HERE, PUT YOUR BERET ON HIM.

- [sighs]

- RIGHT ENOUGH.

[all laughing]

- HERE, TAKE A PHOTO.

[gentle acoustic guitar]

♪ ♪

[engine grinding]

[engine turns over]

[revving]

[revving]

- ERNESTO.

SLIPPERS.

WAIT!

- HUH...

- WHAT?

- I'M NINE!

[revving]

[engine quits]

- THIS IS STUPID.

- NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, PACO...

[engine grinds, turns over]

[speaking Spanish]

- I'M DOING IT!

I'M DOING IT!

HA!

- [chuckles]

[Ernesto laughing]

[revving]

- ♪ DIDN'T GET BACK ♪

♪ UNTIL A QUARTER TO FIVE ♪

♪ WALKING THE DOG ♪

♪ I'M JUST WALKING THE DOG ♪

♪ IF YOU DON'T KNOW ♪

♪ HOW TO DO IT ♪

♪ I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO ♪

♪ WALK THE DOG ♪

- WILL YOU DANCE WITH

YOUR MUM?

- NO WAY.

- AH, COME ON.

- NOT A CHANCE.

- AH, HERE.

- WILL YA?

- YEAH.

- GOOD MAN, FROGS.

[bluesy rock music]

♪ ♪

[laughter]

[bluesy rock music]

♪ ♪

- HEY...

[slow bluesy music]

♪ ♪

- [whispering] I KNOW,

AND SHE'S VERY--

OH, MY GOD.

- WHAT?

- HE'S COMING OVER.

- PARDON.

- UM, HE SAID--

- I KNOW WHAT HE SAID.

- IF YOU WON'T, I WILL.

- NO, IT'S OKAY.

I'LL DANCE WITH YOU.

THAT'S THE SCANDAL TAKEN CARE

OF, ANYWAYS.

- DON'T KNOW.

- YOU'RE FULL OF CHAT-UP LINES,

AREN'T YOU?

DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT.

I NEVER NEEDED A LOT OF

CHATTIN' UP.

- BREAKING NEWS.

TWO, TWO...ONE, TWO.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,

TOMORROW WE SAY GOOD-BYE

TO OUR COLOMBIAN FRIEND,

AND IT GIVES ME FIERCE PLEASURE

TO INVITE YOU OUT TO THE BIG

EVENT FIRST THING IN THE MORNING

AT OUR INTERNATIONAL RUNWAY

HERE IN DROMOLEEN.

- ALL WE NEED NOW IS A BIT

OF LUCK.

- A BIT?

[cheers and applause]

- MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION,

PLEASE?

[female announcer continues]

- FRANCISCO DE CALDAS,

DETECTIVE HIGGINS.

COME WITH US, PLEASE.

[gun clicks]

[light bang]

- COME ON, HURRY UP.

[instrumental La Bamba playing]

♪ ♪

- IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT HE LEFT.

JUST BE HONEST WITH THEM.

- WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT

BEING HONEST?

- PACO!

PACO!

[instrumental La Bamba playing]

♪ ♪

- PACO, GOOD MAN.

SO I'LL SAY A FEW WORDS.

BE SURE TO GET THAT PLANE AND

ALL THAT CRAIC IN BEHIND ME.

[quietly] WHERE IS HE, ANYWAY?

- WHO?

- ERNESTO.

YOU HAVEN'T LOST HIM ON US,

HAVE YOU?

- YEAH.

- EXCELLENT.

TESTING--ONE, TWO, ONE, TWO.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,

SETTLE, PLEASE.

[music stops]

I HAVE NO DOUBT THAT TODAY IS

A DAY WE'LL ALL BE TALKING ABOUT

IN DROMOLEEN FOR MANY YEARS

TO COME.

SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO,

I INTRODUCE THE MAN OF THE

MOMENT, ERNESTO CORDOBA.

[cheers and applause]

LET HIM THROUGH, NOW,

PLEASE, FOLKS.

PLANE ISN'T GONNA FLY ITSELF.

[cheers and applause]

I THINK I'M RIGHT WHEN I SAY

I CAN SPEAK FOR ALL OF YOU.

I SAY TODAY WOULD NEVER

HAVE BEEN POSSIBLE

WITHOUT THIS MAN.

THIS MAN IS--

- HE'S A WANTED CRIMINAL!

[crowd murmuring]

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,

I AM INSPECTOR

FRANCISCO JOSE CALDAS

OF THE COLOMBIAN POLICE,

AND I HAVE IN MY POSSESSION

HERE...

A WARRANT FOR THE ARREST

OF THE CON ARTIST THAT YOU HAVE

COME TO KNOW AS ERNESTO CORDOBA,

A NOTORIOUS THIEF.

- HOLD ON A SECOND.

- LET US TAKE CARE OF THIS.

- YOU'RE NOT TAKING HIM!

IT'S OKAY, MUM.

HE'S OKAY!

- OH...

[speaking Spanish]

YOU SEE, YOU WERE RIGHT

TO BE CAUTIOUS, MADAM.

THIS MAN IS DANGEROUS.

YOU HAVE TO THINK OF YOUR BOY.

- NO.

- YOU CAN TRANSLATE

IF YOU LIKE.

- WHAT DID HE SAY?

- HE SAID IT'S TRUE.

[all gasping]

BUT IT'S NOT TRUE.

I KNOW IT'S NOT.

- I THINK THERE'S SOMETHING--

AH.

OH, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT.

YOU HAD A LUCKY ESCAPE,

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.

[all murmuring]

TAKE HIM AWAY.

- NO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

I CAN EXPLAIN!

HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!

- PACO.

- IT'S ALL MY FAULT!

I CAN EXPLAIN!

PLEASE, MUM.

PLEASE.

HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING.

ERNESTO!

- [sighs]

- I MEAN, I'VE HEARD OF

AIDING AND ABETTING...

BUT YOU BOYS TAKE THE BISCUIT.

[laughter]

[laughing]

- HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT

ERNESTO.

THIS IS WHAT FRANCISCO

IS AFTER.

- KRYPTONITE.

- IT'S NOT KRYPTONITE.

WE NEED TO GET HELP.

[phone ringing]

- YEAH--YEAH?

HEY, PACO.

I'M IN.

[phone ringing]

[engine starts]

- SIMPLY PUT, MR. CARMODY,

SOFTWARE IS THE FUTURE.

NOW, WE KNOW YOU'RE DISAPPOINTED

THAT THE BIGGER COMPANIES

PULLED OUT ON YOU, BUT WE LIKE

WHAT DROMOLEEN HAS TO OFFER,

AND WE BELIEVE OUR BUSINESS

HAS A REAL FUTURE.

- MR. CARMODY?

- HUH?

AH, SORRY.

- NOT ICELAND--IRELAND.

IRELAND, YES.

I'M SPEAKING FROM IRELAND.

INSPECTOR FRANCISCO JOSE

DE CALDAS...

I JUST NEED TO CONFIRM THAT HE

WORKS FOR YOU.

- HELLO?

- HELLO?

- HELLO?

[speaking Spanish]

- FRANCISCO?

[toilet flushing]

I THOUGHT YOU WERE DRIVING

THE VAN.

- I THOUGHT YOU WERE DRIVING

THE VAN.

- THIS ONE'S FOR FREEDOM.

[exciting rock music]

♪ ♪

- PUT IT IN FOURTH.

- WHICH WAY'S FOURTH?

- THE OTHER WAY!

HURRY UP, WILL YA?

- WHO THE HELL'S DRIVING

THE VAN?

- QUICK, THEY SPOTTED US.

TURN!

[tires screeching]

- STOP, STOP!

- CAREFUL.

ERNESTO'S BACK THERE.

YOU'RE GONNA KILL HIM.

- MOVE IT.

MOVE IT.

- ♪ IF YOU DON'T LOVE ME ♪

♪ THEN BABY SET ME FREE ♪

- OKAY, I'M TRYING MY BEST.

- TRY HARDER.

- ♪ I CAN'T HELP MYSELF ♪

♪ FOR THE WAY I FEEL ♪

- ♪ HELP MYSELF ♪

♪ FOR THE WAY I FEEL ♪

♪ ABOUT YOU ♪

[siren blaring]

♪ WHEN YOU PASS BY... ♪

- HONEST TO GOD.

I'D BE QUICKER THAN THE HARES.

WILL YOU PUT THE FOOT DOWN?

[rollicking rock music]

♪ ♪

TURN RIGHT.

WE'LL GIVE THEM THE SLIP

AND HEAD FOR THE RUNWAY.

[tires screeching]

- MOVE, MOVE, MOVE.

- ♪ HELP MYSELF ♪

♪ 'CAUSE MY LOVE IS REAL ♪

♪ HELP MYSELF FOR THE WAY... ♪

- I CAN GIVE YOU A LIFT.

- KEEP YOUR LIFT, OKAY?

- GET OUT OF THE WAY!

WHOO!

- WHAT--WHAT'S GOING ON?

- SHUT UP AND GIVE ME A LIFT.

- WE LOST 'EM.

- YES!

[indistinct shouting]

- RIGHT, BOYS.

COME ON!

JOHN, BRING THAT STUFF.

- THERE'S NO WAY I'M

DRIVING IN THERE.

- WHAT?

- OUT OF THE CAR.

- ALL RIGHT, BOYS.

QUICK AS YOU CAN.

- ALL RIGHT, COME ON.

GET IT OPEN.

QUICK, HURRY UP.

- COME ON, GET HIM OUT

OF THERE.

- GET THOSE HANDCUFFS OFF.

- ARE YOU OKAY?

- PACO!

- WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?

- MOM, PLEASE, WAIT.

I HAVE TO GIVE HIM SOMETHING.

ERNESTO!

WAIT!

ERNESTO...

- DE NADA.

SI.

- GRACIAS.

- COME ON, LET'S GO.

QUICK.

HURRY UP, COME ON.

- FROGS.

- YEAH.

- COME ON.

LET'S GET A MOVE ON.

- GRACIAS.

[radio feedback screeching]

[siren blaring]

- [whispering indistinctly]

[propeller whirs and sputters]

- GO ON, GET UP THERE.

- COME ON, COME ON.

- WAIT!

YOU'S ARE ALL UNDER ARREST!

- YOU MIGHT WANT TO THINK

ABOUT THAT.

I THINK YOU SHOULD LET US

HANDLE THIS.

- GET THAT OUT OF MY FACE.

- NOBODY MOVE!

STAY BACK!

- CAREFUL!

HE'S GOT A GUN!

- OH, I CAN SEE THAT.

- I'M NOT AFRAID TO USE IT.

- [sighs]

[gun clicks]

- HUH?

- HA!

[laughing]

[propeller whirring]

- HEY.

LET'S GET THIS BIRD IN THE AIR.

- THAT'S IT.

MOVE IT OUT.

KEEP IT GOING.

- JESUS.

- [laughing]

ERNESTO!

ERNESTO, DOWN HERE, ERNESTO!

OH...

OH...

[grunting]

- COME ON.

- EHH...

- [shouting]

[engine roars]

- YEAH!

- HA!

- [together] YES!

YES!

[cheers and laughter]

[upbeat rock music]

♪ ♪

- WHOA!

YES!

- ERNESTO!

- YEAH!

[upbeat rock music]

♪ ♪

[airplane humming]

- YEAH!

HA-HA-HA!

- RIGHT.

YOU READY?

- WHAT THE HELL YOU DOING?

- YOU LEARN ANYTHING?

HERE.

HOLD THIS.

YOU'RE WAY TOO HEAVY,

FOR A START.

WHAT YOU NEED IS LIFT

AND GLIDE.

FROGS, HAND THE...[murmurs]

THAT'S IT, NOW.

THAT'S AERODYNAMICS.

- WHAT'S AERODYNINICS?

- I'LL TELL YOU ABOUT IT LATER.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ WAKE UP TO THE SOUND ♪

♪ OF SINGING ♪

♪ BLACKBIRD ON A TREE OUTSIDE ♪

♪ DOES SHE KNOW THE JOY ♪

♪ SHE'S BRINGING ♪

♪ TO THIS ACHING HEART OF MINE ♪

♪ ROMEO'S ON FIRE ♪

♪ ROMEO'S ON FIRE ♪

♪ ROMEO'S ON FIRE ♪

♪ ♪

♪ SAW HER ON HER WAY TO CHURCH ♪

♪ ON A FROSTY SUNDAY MORNING ♪

♪ INNOCENCE UPON HER KNEES ♪

♪ I THOUGHT ♪

♪ THIS IS WHAT I USED TO SCORN ♪

♪ ROMEO'S ON FIRE ♪

♪ ROMEO'S ON FIRE ♪

♪ ROMEO'S ON FIRE ♪

[melodic rock music]

♪ ♪

♪ HUMILITY ♪

♪ IN A DOWNWARD GLANCE ♪

♪ SERENITY ♪

♪ A GENTLE TOUCH ♪

♪ QUEEN OF HEAVEN ♪

♪ TURN TO ME ♪

♪ TELL THE TRUTH ♪

♪ BEFORE I BURN TOO MUCH ♪

♪ ROMEO'S ON FIRE ♪

♪ ROMEO'S ON FIRE ♪

♪ ROMEO'S ON FIRE ♪

♪ HE'S BURNING UP ♪

♪ HE'S BURNING UP ♪

♪ HE'S BURNING UP ♪

♪ HE'S BURNING UP ♪

♪ HE'S BURNING ♪

♪ HE'S BURNING ♪

♪ HE'S BURNING UP ♪

♪ ROMEO'S ON FIRE ♪

♪ ROMEO'S ON FIRE ♪

♪ ROMEO'S ON FIRE ♪

♪ ROMEO'S ON FIRE ♪

♪ ROMEO'S ON FIRE ♪

♪ ROMEO'S ON FIRE ♪

[gentle acoustic guitar]

♪ ♪