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- Oh, you're the same old bastard!
- I'm not old, I'm only thirty-one.

- But you're still a bastard.
- Ha! That's for sure.

- Do you have any transport?
- I don't have a car.

Are you looking for Mr Keeling?

- Yes, sir.
- Then you're looking at Mr Keeling.

Er... this way, sir.

- Don't you have any baggage, sir?
- Er, no. I'm a sportsman.

Hey, I'm a sportsman.
That means I'm broke!

Uh-oh...

Hey!

Where to, sir?

I feel we should find
some nice place to eat.

- That's no problem, sir...
- Ches, you got any Greek money?

No.
I, er... had to get to the airport and...

- No problem. Er, what's your name?
- George, sir.

George, I wonder,

would you mind if I asked you
to lend me some Greek money.

- Of course, you can put it on the bill.
- Not at all, sir. My pleasure, sir.

- What in hell are you up to?
- Nothing, man. Just having fun.

- Just fun?
- Well, and a little money, too.

Yeah, but you're not Keeling.
What if the man was behind you and...?

Cut the crap, Ches.

Keeling couldn't possibly be behind me
cos he's 6,000 miles away.

Same old trick still working.
But they're gonna catch you one day.

That'|| be fun, too.

- Coffee's on its way, sir.
- Forget it. Just give me the bill, OK?

- Cash or charge?
- Er... charge.

That'|| be fine.

Oh, not again?
We have money to pay.

- What is your room number, sir?
- Er... 805.

Are you sure?

Well, of course I'm sure. Why?

You see, the hotel has only seven floors.

Of course! How silly I am.

805 was in the Cavalieri Hilton
in Rome. It's 605.

Are you sure?

Well, unless somebody stole two floors.

Wait a moment, sir.

Er, excuse me, sir.

The lady sitting at the next table would
like to have a word with you for a minute.

- Ah, you wanted to see me, ma'am?
- Yes, of course, Mr...?

- Er, Keeling. Fred Keeling.
- Are you sure?

Christ, is this some kind of a joke?
Of course I'm sure.

I'm Geraldine Steinwetz.

- And this is my daughter Christine.
- Oh... hi.

And you are Robert Kowalski
from Chelsea, London.

- Have, er... we met before?
- No. Just a few seconds ago.

- But we wanted very much to meet you.
- Ah... why?

Because you're staying at this hotel.

- Room 605.
- And what's so interesting about that?

We happened to be staying in room 605,
and we've never seen you around.

Excuse me.

OK, you caught me stealing.

- Two hamburgers and two cokes.
- What a shame.

At least it could've been lobster.

Hmm-mm, you should not think
of such words, Mr Kowalski.

Huh? What words?

You said, "Shit."
If I can quote correctly.

- Would you mind if I called my friend?
- Of course.

- Is he a fake, too?
- No, he's an original.

Hey, Ches!

Ches Gifford, I'd like you
to meet Mrs and Miss, er...

- Steinwoods?
- Steinwetz.

I was never too good with names.

We know that.

You see, Ches,
Mrs and Miss Haifetz live in room 605.

- Room 605...
- Uh-huh.

Don't worry, Mr Gilford,
I already signed the bill.

So, er... no police?

No. Not worth it.

Besides, it's the first time
we've done something like this.

I'm quite sure.

- So, er... bye-bye.
- Thanks.

We were lucky.

That's not what I think.

- That girl...
- Lovely chick.

Oh, sure.
But she really frightened me.

- She could read my mind.
- Come on, Bob, not the same again?

I tell you, Ches, that girl,
first she knew my name.

- She might know you.
- I've never seen her in my life before.

I don't believe it.

When I thought, "Shit," she knew it.

Well, I'll tell you,
she could probably guess

that a dirty mind like yours
couldn't think of anything else!

Well, that'|| be all.

Er... charge me for the car,

and I'll put a tip of $20 on for you
for being so nice, alright? Thanks.

I sure hope you gave him
the wrong address.

What do you think I am, a sucker?

My house is your house.

A man's home is his castle.

Now this is what I call a bed.

The old bitch thinks it's a very
important thing to have a real bed.

- And you enjoy it, huh?
- Ah, not with her, man.

And what about her?

She's OK. You wanna try?

Well, you know... just this once.

I never did it on a round bed before.
So if you wouldn't mind obliging...

- Maria!
- Yeah.

Yes, Ches?

He's a good friend of mine.
Take care of him, OK?

OK.

- I'll take good care of you.
- I'll bet you will.

Yes...

Oh, yes.

Oh, I like it.

- Aargh... Jesus Christ, she bites!
- She does?

Try, honey, you must try now.

Can you see?

Yes.

I can see it. I can see the house.

The garden.

Dark carpeting. A round bed.

The phone, can you see the phone?

Yes, I... can see the phone.

Hello?

Just a minute.

Hello?

'May I speak
to Mr Kowalski, please?'

- It's for you.
- For me? Thank you.

- But nobody knows I'm here.
- None but your Fairy Godmother.

- Come on, speak up.
- Huh... Kowalski speaking.

'Nice to hear your voice again, Kowalski.
This is Mrs Steinwetz.'

- Mrs Steinmitz?
- 'We met at the Apollon Palace.

- 'Remember?'
- Ah, Mrs Steinmitz! It's Mrs Steinmitz.

Yeah. How are you, Mrs Steinmitz?

'It's not the proper time for questions,
Kowalski.

'We know a great deal about you.

'So I suggest we get together
and talk about it.

'Seven o'clock tonight,
room 605 will be just fine.

'And I suggest you be there.
I wouldn't want to be mean.'

Now wait a minute!

That crazy woman in the coffee house?
How did she know our phone number?

I wish I was wrong, but that woman
knows a lot more than we think.

- Hey, Ches.
- What?

I wonder what old Countess Dracula
would say if she could see us now.

I can't wait to see my Ches.
My dear Ches.

Hurry up, James.

- Hey, man, what are you doing?
- Come on, you bastard, that's mine!

Hey, there's plenty to share.

I'm coming, Ches, I'm coming.

I'm coming...

- Hey, Ches, can I drive?
- Grab the wheel.

You're driving me crazy!

You wait till I get into top gear.

Ouch!

Oh...

What the hell?

I'll get it.

Ches...

Who are you?
What are you doing in my house?

Where's my Ches?

Ches!

Oh, my God!

You should be ashamed, after all
the lovely things you have said to me!

- And I believed you!
- Uh-oh...

And now, to walk into my own house

and find my own lover
in my own bed with a man!

- I think you're making a big mistake.
- Shut up, Bob.

Let me explain, sweetheart. Bob just came
from the States and we had some fun and...

You and him?

- No, him with me and Maria!
- Get out!

- Fuck you! Fuck you!
- You shut up!

Please, darling, let me explain...

- Get out, I said!
- Fuck!

You just shut up!

- You mind if I get some clothes on?
- Out!

- You said she was miles away!
- But planes are fast nowadays.

It would never happen in the States...

Can you get arrested here
for indecent exposure?

- Depends on the exposure, dumb-dumb!
- You never told me you were married.

Shut up, Maria!

- Is anybody here named Kowalski?
- Yeah, me!

I might have known.

- Hello?
- 'Now you haven't even got a place to stay.

'I'll consider the appointment confirmed.
Bye.'

Hmm... will Dom Pérignon do?

Champagne... le vin d'amour.

The proper drink
for those who are in love.

And we are in love, aren't we,
darling?

- Hmm...
- How disgusting!

It's a real hearse, eh?

- Champagne?
- Sure.

Good evening. There is
a slight complication in the project.

The two subjects involved
are something we did not expect.

There is no data available on them,
therefore we must alter the instructions.

Bob Kowalski. American citizen,
born in England, served in Vietnam.

Arrived in Athens the way you know.

Ches Gilford. Part-time lover,
part-time racing driver and karate expert.

No special record in our files.

You see them talking
to subject number one

and subject number two.

Photos taken earlier this afternoon.

We'll keep an eye on them and we'll wait.

If they try to interfere... kill them.

- Oh... hello.
- Hi.

I'm sure your car must've gotten
a flat tire on the way, Mr Kowalski.

Won't you please join me at the bar?
Thank you.

Will you buy me a drink?

Of course. How silly of me.

You forgot your money in the car.

- What car?
- The one with the flat tire, remember?

Well, gentlemen,
let me buy the drinks today.

Waiter!

Scotch on the rocks for me, please.

- I'll have a fruit punch, please.
- An ouzo, parakalo.

So... let's get down to business.

I must admit

that my way of bringing you here was
rather... but I'm sure you'll understand.

Look, let's get the rules of this game
straight right from the start.

What exactly do you mean,
Mr Kowalski?

I don't know,
when she looks at me...

She doesn't look at you,
she looks in you.

My daughter is a mind reader
of enormous abilities.

- A medium?
- Let's not go into technical details.

Science has accepted the fact
that some people can communicate

through mental telepathy.

If you want to call her a medium,
that's alright.

Christine can read your mind in seconds.

Even now, I think she knows
what we're talking about.

Even if I accept this, Mrs Haifetz,
what's our part in this story?

- We need your help.
- "We"?

Yes. Christine and I are involved
in a very dangerous situation.

Two months ago, in Warsaw,
Christine witnessed a murder.

A political murder.

She saw the face of the killer,

and before she could control
her unusual psychic abilities,

she immediately knew his name,
who hired him to kill, his every thought.

We left Warsaw immediately,
hoping no one would find out what we know.

But it didn't take them long to find out.

So far, we've managed to evade them,
but I'm sure they'll track us down.

And when they do...
I want you to be around.

Why don't you go to the police?
They can offer you protection.

I thought of that, Mr Gilford,
but I'd rather not.

Once you're a witness to a murder,
sooner or later you have to testify.

And when they get you in that
witness box, nothing saves you.

So... this is my offer.

A nice room in this hotel, full-board.

Living expenses,

plus $2,000 paid to you in cool cash
the day of our departure.

- What if we say no?
- We part friends.

No hard feelings.

And I'll always be willing to help you
in case you're arrested.

Arrested? What for?

Locking a passenger in the WC,
stealing his boarding pass,

taking the car he hired,

charging your expenses
to other people's hotel bills.

Plenty of things!

- You wouldn't do that.
- Of course not. But somebody else might.

Suppose we say yes?

507.

- 'Two-four'?
- Two-four.

'They're in.
All you have to do is tail them.'

Two-four received.

I told you, man, we'll get along!

Yeah, we'll have a nice time
till the day we die.

Ah, you're a pessimist.

I'm a realist.
We shouldn't have accepted.

Nonsense!
They'll never find them in Athens!

♪ Everybody tells you
you're looking smart

♪ Hmm... It's the reason
for living the perfect start

♪ So you spend your money
to buy me things

♪ Make yourself of value

♪ Fashion is pulling the strings

♪ Look smart, look smart,
if you plan to hit the jackpot

♪ That's a clever start

♪ Look smart, look nice

♪ Cos society's demanding
more empty-headed guys! ♪

- Hi.
- Good evening, Mr Gilford.

You're looking gorgeous.
Please do come in.

- You've met Christine.
- Hello...

- Christine, this is Ches. Ches, Christine.
- How do you do?

- How do you do?
- Nice to meet you.

Oh, you're reading "Serpico".
It's a great book. Can I see?

Oh... you're interested in planes, too.

Hmm...

- And who's this, er... man?
- Oh, it's Christine's father.

- There's not much family likeness.
- Not really. Shall we go?

- Oh, what a beautiful night.
- It's exciting to see Athens by night.

- You bet it is.
- Shall we take a taxi?

No, I already rented a car
on your account.

Of course.

So, what are we doing?

As I'm a specialist in the nightlife
of Athens, let me be your guide tonight.

Alright, Mr Gilford,
we appoint you to take care of us.

♪ Let me show you
this world of mine

♪ That's made of tears and fun

♪ The world that tastes
like sweet red wine

♪ And shines like a golden sun

♪ You and me, hand in hand

♪ Can paint the sky
purple and red... ♪

- National lottery?
- Yeah. Want one?

I'll tell you what. You pick
the winning number and we'll all be rich.

Come on, things like that don't happen.

- You're a mind reader, aren't you?
- Alright, I'll pick one if you want.

OK! Good!

There, that's it.

Thank you. Good luck.

- What is it? Is this water?
- What?

- I said, is this water?
- Yeah. A bit stronger.

Thank you.

Take it easy. Easy!

Easy, baby, that's ouzo.
It's dynamite! You can't drink it.

- Have some water.
- Thank you.

- Grab my hand!
- Come on, Christine!

Yeah! Come join us!

Oh, the plates! I love it!

Oh, come on, dance! Oh!

Oh, you were great, Ches!
Just great!

I'm dead!

We've got to go back!
We must go back!

- Jesus Christ! Let's go!
- Not without Geraldine!

- Two-four, you have visual contact?
- 'Yes.

- 'Three subjects.'
- Then tail them.

'OK.'

Christine... Oh, no, Christine.

Can you hear me, Christine?

'I can hear you, Geraldine.'

- Christine, are you alright?
- We have to go back.

Geraldine's alone. She's in danger.

Attention, units 13 and 14.
Take over.

Two-four, stay behind.

Ah, a film crew.

- You killed them.
- I had to.

- They'd have killed us if they could.
- What are you gonna do now?

I don't know. I've gotta find
a safe place for the night.

Christine, why do they want to kill you?

I don't know.

But you do know. We know you know.

I don't know. I don't remember.

Control to chopper, you can take off now.

'Two-four, stand by. We're awaiting
information from the chopper.

'Control to chopper one, as soon
as you see any sign, let us know.'

'Chopper to control.

'We see a tent by the beach
in sector seven.'

'Two-four to control.

'They're heading south to sector seven.

'If they go in the forest,
I won't be able to follow.'

Helicopter spotted them.

They're in sector seven by the beach.

'Control to Two-four.

'Find out if the subjects are there.

'Your orders: Kill them.'

Are you ready, Christine?

NOW!

Oh, boy... she really is a bomb.

Bastard! You could've killed us!

- Why don't you get it?
- Oh, I can't. I've tried. It's moving.

Come on, let's go!

'Chopper to control.
I'm afraid we lost them.'

Roger. I'm glad you didn't lose
the helicopter this time.

♪ Raindrops keep falling
on my head ♪

- I love it this way.
- I love it anyway!

One for all and all for one!

- What's wrong?
- We're out of gas.

- You're joking!
- I'm not. Get out and push.

- Me? Why should I?
- Because I drive.

Why should I always get
all the tough jobs?

- Out.
- Come on, Bob, don't complain.

Alright.

- Arsehole!
- Up yours!

Hey, watch the language.

Shit!

Ha!

Hey!

You fucking bastard!

What the hell are you doing
in the middle of the street?

- Fishing for compliments!
- Get in!

- Where are you going?
- Anywhere you're going, mister.

Do you always have to drive this fast?

- Did you ever try psychoanalysis?
- Yeah!

- What happened?
- I bought a car like this!

Can I ask you to stop for a moment,
I feel I wanna do a pee-pee, yeah?

Help yourself! It'll be the first time
you've done it at 130 miles per hour!

- What's your name?
- My name is Kaye. Who are you?

I'm Bob, Bob Yellow.
Pleased to meet you.

- Nice to meet...
- No, no, no! Forget it!

Drive now, shake later!

- I wonder if that's a racing car.
- Who are you?

Henry Kissinger! Who do you think?

- Are you coming in for a drink?
- No, thanks.

On second thoughts, er... why not?

- A Black Russian!
- Someone I should know?

- Creme de cacao and vodka!
- Ah...

Hi.

I, er... hope I didn't keep you waiting.

What happened to my Black Russian?

He just defected to the US.

I wonder if Bob's still hitchhiking now.

Oh, no. He's not.

Christine? Are you alright?

Oh, yes. But Bob's not alright.

Hey... come on, baby.
Get it into first gear.

Come on, honey.
Why don't you flat out?

Oh, Bob! Why don't you accelerate?

You want to try again?

No. I quit.

- We quit!
- Now let's be sensible.

We are being sensible,
that's why we quit.

- Don't tell me you're scared?
- They scared the hell out of us.

But you were in Vietnam, weren't you?

Oh, yeah. I was in Vietnam.

And I can tell you, it was a lot safer
over there than it is here!

Look, I'm sorry, Mrs Haifetz.

We had a hell of a time last night.

I understand you'll feel unprotected,
it's just that we're...

It's your life that matters.

Oh, and another thing, we're a little bit
too old to start playing Sir Galahad.

I understand. Perhaps it would be
better for both of us.

It would solve
some of my problems as well.

Oh, now, wait a minute!

Are you trying to tell me that
we're causing you problems?

Not exactly.

But Christine seems to care for you
a bit more than I expected.

And that might be a problem.

Hmm... for us, too.

So... no hard feelings.

And I think I owe you some money.

Oh, that's alright.
It was on the house.

Well, goodbye. Nice to have met you.

By the way, you wouldn't saying
goodbye to Christine, would you?

I'm sorry you have to go.
But I understand.

I'm not worth it,
not to risk your life for me.

- It's not that, it's just that we...
- We could even do more.

I'm sorry. Please believe me,
I'm sorry for all the trouble I gave you.

But it's all over now.
So, goodbye, Bob. Goodbye, Ches.

We had a terrific time together,

all three of us
lying there by the fire.

- I'll miss you.
- I know. We'll miss you, too, sweetheart.

We'll miss you.

Well...

- Bye-bye.
- Goodbye.

Well, you know,
we had a little talk...

Wow! Thank you, Bob, thank you!

Phew...

You really messed up a nice car,
you know that?

Ah, it's only dirty.

- Come on, man, you better wash it.
- You wash it!

Ah, come on, you've gotta do something
for your bread and butter! Don't be lazy!

- I've done enough!
- Bullshit, man!

- Shit!
- Cars are much bigger in the States!

You see what I see?

Yes, I see what you see.
And this time, I'm not gonna let him go.

Alright, you bastard,
I'll show you how to drive!

If you want a chase,
you're gonna get one!

- He's gonna crawl right up your arse...
- Will you shut up while I'm driving?

Oh, God!
And I haven't made my will yet!

- Can you drop me off at this corner?
- Shut up!

What do you mean, shut up?

It's a... nice quiet country, eh?

Boy, do I love this girl.

Can I have a scotch, please?

See that chick?
Let's try and impress her.

She's the kind that really goes
for intellectuals.

- Ah-huh?
- Hmm...

Oh...

Er... as I was saying, we were talking
about that novel by Mussolini...

I really liked it, honestly, but I feel that
Mussolini wanted to be a new Dan Zughio.

But he wasn't such a good writer,
so he had to become a great dictator.

- Hello, Miss, er...?
- Deborah.

Deborah... We were just talking
about Mussolini.

- Oh, I know him.
- Yeah?

Of course.
I've bet on him once or twice.

- He's a nice horse, you know.
- You're a gambler?

Oh, no. I'm a dancer.

- Haven't you been in my club?
- I don't think so.

Oh, you're missing a great act.
I dance.

Well, what's so great about that?

With nothing on.

Ah-hah, that's great.

Come and see me then.

Er...

- See you tonight.
- See you tonight.

With nothing on.

- Hi.
- Hi, Chris.

Oh, Bob, isn't it terrible,
disgusting, awful?

What?

A girl dancing in a public place
with nothing on?

- 'Hello?'
- Hello, Ches.

- 'Bob?
- Yeah, I'm at the Athens Tower.

- To see the chick. You wanna join me?
- 'Well, I'd rather not.'

Are you gonna see Christine?

'No, she's staying in tonight,
so she won't be needing us.

- 'Good luck, buddy.'
- Are you staying at the hotel?

'Pay a visit to a nice lady
and make some money, too.'

- An old lady again?
- 'I don't know.

'She said she's offering twenty bucks
to interview good-looking males.'

OK, fine. Good luck and, er...
lots of interviews, eh?

See you at the hotel. Bye.

- What is your name?
- Ches Gilford.

- How much do I pay you?
- Twenty dollars.

The slacks, take them off.

Off!

Hmm... now the slip.

Hmm...

Er, whoops.

Yes, yes...

Good evening, Mr Kowalski.

Oh, hi. Evening. I didn't expect
to find you in a place like this.

I thought you invited me
to watch you dancing.

No, I invited you to see me shooting.

A trap...

Pity. You'd have made
a nice naked dancer.

Right, get up!

Up!

Shall we dance, madam?

Right. Now we'll talk.

I'll start with your legs.

You've got nice legs.
I'll spoil the right one first.

- You won't do it.
- Oh, yes, I will.

Take off your skirt. Take it off!

Now the shirt.

What a pity to destroy
such a masterpiece.

But, you see, I have to.

What do you wanna know?

Who? Why? And how?

It all started when you got involved!

Aargh!

Christine? What are you doing here?
What happened?

Answer me, Christine.
I'm talking to you.

Oh, Bob...

That man...

He tried to kill us.

Huh? What man? Where?

- Oh, my God.
- What's going on? What did he say?

- There's a dead man down there.
- What?

We've gotta call the police.

Christine, you must talk to me.

Who did it?
Who killed that man and why?

Please don't tell Geraldine.
I killed him.

But why? Why did you kill him?

He walked into the room with a gun
in his hand, wanting to kill us.

But how? How could you kill him?
He's much stronger than you are! How?

There's something I have to know
about Christine...

Keep your voice down, Bob,
Christine is sleeping.

She's sleeping?
There's a man dead out there!

She's sleeping,
she's thoroughly exhausted.

Oh, sure, she needs rest!
She almost killed me, too!

- I'll explain everything in the morning.
- You better, or I'll go to the police...

Goodnight, Bob.

Did you pack?

Good. We'll be leaving shortly.

- Two-seven?
- 'Two-seven.'

- Are the police still there?
- 'Obviously.'

All units, attention.
There is a change to phase five.

'It seems like something's happening.
The two subjects are checking out.

'They're in a taxi, leaving the hotel.
I saw their baggage, too.'

What is it, dear?

Go ahead, do it.

'Two-seven,
what's your location?'

'They're on the main road
to the airport.'

'Something's...'

'Two-seven?
Do you read me, Two-seven?

'Are you receiving me, Two-seven?'

Four hours and seven minutes.
Hmm...

It must've been a very severe dose.

Good morning.
Which of you is Mr Keeling?

That's him, alright.

Forget it, Ches.

It's him.
That's the original Mr Keeling.

'Did you get any money
for what you did?'

- We did it for the girl, Christine Steinwetz.
- Oh, yes?

- I'm sure you don't know the real names.
- But we do.

Mrs.. Er... Geraldine explained
everything right from the beginning.

Now, now, my dear boys.

Speaking about the beginning,

you must not ignore the fact
that Mrs Geraldine Steinwetz

was originally Mrs Olga Orloff.

'A Russian citizen,
working for East Berlin Intelligence.

'A very clever woman indeed.'

Four months ago,
Olga Orloff was in Wisconsin,

travelling with a famous Russian pianist

who happened at the time
to be touring the USA.

One day, after the concert,

she met a beautiful young girl
called Christine Peters.

Suddenly, she found out that
she could control Christine's will

and improve her natural abilities
in mental telepathy,

transforming thoughts into energy.

'Sounds like science fiction to me.'

'Not at all, clear boy.
Science, not fiction.

'Because science accepts
that everything is possible.

'When two powerful minds,
two matching mediums get together,

'there's no limit to their power.'

- A bomb?
- Precisely.

This girl is a bomb as long
as she's with Orloff.

'A bomb that
could explode anywhere.'

'Christine's consciousness
is neutral at the moment.

'Orloff controls her mental powers.

'So we followed her to Athens,
watching every move she made.

- 'Until doomsday.'
- The day we appeared.

'Yes, Mr Kowalski,
that was a mess.'

So, er... no hard feelings.
Can we go now?

Certainly.

But after you tell us where Orloff
and the girl are right now.

'Call for Qantas flight 076
to New York non-stop.

'All passengers,
please proceed at gate number five.'

- A what?
- 'A political assassination.

'Dimitri Gadarsovich is the secretary
general of a small but important country

'that belongs to the Eastern Bloc,
still flirting with the West.'

'Gadarsovich is very popular,

'and Russian Intelligence
would not make any foolish move.

'All they want is a murder
that looks exactly like an accident.

'With Gadarsovich dead,

'the President, who happens to be
loyal and devoted to the Party,

'would change the country's policy
to the Western world.

'Gadarsovich is on a four-day
unofficial visit to Athens.

'Thank God nothing's happened to him.
In a few minutes, he'll be flying out.'

Flying?

Is Gadarsovich a big, dark man?

- Yes.
- When does the plane leave?

- In fifteen minutes.
- And what's the destination?

- New York, non-stop.
- Then there's a bomb on the plane.

'Impossible! Their security
people have searched everywhere!'

'There is a bomb on the plane,
and her name is Christine.'

John, pull up somewhere here,
will you, please?

What the fuck's going on...?

Sorry, sir.

Good luck!

Are you ready, Christine?

When it takes off... all the engines.

Aargh!

Hello.
Could I have mobile 624, please?

Hello. Oh, good morning, Mr Kowalski.

'Sorry to disturb you, but there's
some urgent things we have to do.'

'Like, er... what?'

'Well, we have so much money,
it wouldn't be healthy not to spend some.

'So I think I should buy you
that yellow buggy you always wanted.'

'A yellow buggy?

'But if you buy me a present,
I have something in mind for you.'

- 'Yeah? What is it?'
- 'I'll keep it a surprise.'

- 'Come on, tell me.'
- 'No. It'll be a surprise.'

Le champagne, monsieur.

Ah... Dom Pérignon. Fine.

Slightly chilled,
as you ordered, monsieur.

Well, here's to our new life.

- To Christine.
- To you.

And to us.

Are you sure you don't remember us?

Well, I'm trying to think.

I feel I know you,
but I don't remember anything.

Oh...

Christine, are you sure
you can't read my mind?

I'm sure. I couldn't read
anybody's mind. Not even mine.

That means, you don't know anything
that we're thinking about?

That's right.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Yes, I am thinking what you're thinking.

Oh, no! How dare you?

I couldn't possibly do it with two!

Oh, no, not again?

♪ We were born this way

♪ We were meant this way

♪ Sentimental

♪ Weak and blind

♪ With things to hide

♪ In the shadows of our mind

♪ We were born this way

♪ Too good to rearrange

♪ We were made this way

♪ Foolish

♪ Why should we change?

♪ When there's still a lot to find

♪ In the shadows of our mind

♪ In the shadows of our mind ♪