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[spy music playing]

-Ahh!

[honk]

-Bonjour, monsieur.

Welcome to Casino Montecour.

-Don't feel bad.

I'm a pro.

-Really?

And I thought you were just a jerk.

NARRATOR: He is Duncan MacLeod, the Highlander.

Born in 1592 in the Highlands of Scotland,

and he is still alive.

He is immortal.

For 400 years he's been a warrior, a lover, a wanderer,

constantly facing other immortals in

combat to the death.

The winner takes his enemy's head, and with it his power.

I am a Watcher, part of a secret society of men and

women who observe and record, but never interfere.

We know the truth about immortals.

In the end, there can be only one.

May it be Duncan MacLeod, the Highlander.

[SONG PLAYING - QUEEN, "PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE"]

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Au revoir, monsieur.

-Au revoir.

[SINGING] Au Revoir, au revoir--

hey, hey, hey!

Hey, what--

stop!

Stop!

[french]

What's going on here?

-James Fuller, Mr. MacLeod.

Take it away.

-No, no, no, wait.

This is my car.

-You will get your car back when I get mine.

-What are you talking about?

-See you in court.

-Wait, wait.

What's all this about?

I don't understand.

-Don't play with me.

I want my Ferrari.

-Well that's not a Ferrari, is it?

Unhook it.

-No.

No.

Take it away.

Your name and address were given as security.

-By who?

Wait, wait.

Stop.

Unhook it!

-No.

A young American.

He took it from my dealership for a test drive.

He has not come back.

-Oh, well he gave you my name and my address?

Not enough.

Unhook it.

-No, no, no.

He left this.

-Oh.

-So you know him?

-Well, yeah.

Who wouldn't know--

Red Richovich?

-Who?

It says here his name is Redstone.

-Well, it would.

It's an alias.

Richovich is a killer for the Russian mafia.

He's the most wanted man in all of Europe.

And you know where he is?

-This is more fun than Vegas.

This could be my lucky day.

All right.

Could we win again?

Could we win again?

So what do you think, ladies?

Do you let it ride on black?

Black 29.

Oh, ho, ho.

Black 29.

Yes!

I win again.

-Well, hope you got good life insurance.

-Hey, hey, please, please.

What do you mean?

-Well, you know what they do to informers, don't you?

-Pardon?

-First of all, they take fish hooks and they put

them in your nose.

And just pull them behind your head to

expose the Adam's apple.

Then they take these leeches and they--

you don't wanna know the rest.

-Yes!

I win again.

Oh.

Merci Albert.

And madame.

For you.

Albert, please.

Save my place.

This-- this, ladies--

this calls for champagne.

Monsieur.

Merci.

Oh--

pardon.

Je te-- uh--

-Clumsy.

Or klutz, perhaps.

Don't worry.

No harm done.

-You speak English.

-Yes.

At least I think so.

Marina Lemartin.

-Richard Redstone.

Pleasure.

-You come here often, Mr. Redstone?

-Well, only when the Mirage needs surfacing.

-Oh, really?

You have a plane?

-Well, it's just a small one.

You know, the-- the company jet.

Shall we?

-They say they've got informants everywhere.

-So--

what do I do?

-Look.

If I were you, I'd tell the police that

it was all a mistake.

-Right.

Unhook it, please.

-Well, maybe you should take it away.

-No, no, no.

Unhook it, I tell you!

Idiot!

You have the wrong car!

So stupid.

-Have a nice day.

-Thank you.

Red Richovich.

This better be good, Richie.

-Maybe I've heard of your company.

-Uh--

Match--

Matchtech.

It's new, you know--

computers, modems.

That sort of thing.

-Oh.

-Ah.

Merci.

-Oh, I think he wants you to bet.

-Mm.

Well.

Let it ride on black.

Here we go.

Come on.

Looking for black.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Red 14.

-Red 14.

-Oh.

All that money gone.

-Yeah, well.

You know.

Easy come, easy go.

Ugh.

-Something wrong?

-No.

I just need a little fresh air.

-Oh.

Why don't we go for a drive?

You can tell me all about your company?

-That's a good idea.

Let's go, shall we?

Ah.

[spy music playing]

Where-- why are we stopping here?

-Um, because I thought you might want to.

-Oh, that's a good idea.

Perfect, Marina.

You're just perfect.

Hey.

Hey.

You're that waiter guy.

-So?

-So let's have another round!

-How much did you give him?

-One dose.

50 milligrams, like the farmer said.

-The farmer?

But it was-- it's a dose for a horse.

-Where are we going?

-My place.

-Oh, great.

Wake me up when we get there.

-Does he have to do that?

-Edward.

He's unconscious.

-He's American.

They have this obsession with breasts.

-Just shut up and drive.

We've got our millionaire.

-What the?

-Please.

Don't scratch the wood.

Besides, you will hurt your wrists.

-No, thanks.

Last time I had a drink with a girl I wound up handcuffed to

a strange bed.

-Oh.

Are you cold?

I could get a blanket.

Or maybe a couple of pillows.

-Oh, no, thanks.

I'm fine.

Nice bed.

Lots of atmosphere.

What more could a guy ask for?

-You don't have to be sarcastic.

This is the best room in the chateau.

-Oh, excuse me.

I forgot my manners.

Sweetheart, you kidnapped me!

-Don't yell at me, please.

-Oh, good.

-All we need is 200,000 francs.

-What are you talking about?

-This chateau has been in my family for 300 years.

Without that money, it's gone.

It can't be gone.

You have to help us.

Please, Mr. Redstone.

200,000 francs--

it's nothing to someone like you.

-Marina, don't you have any rich

relatives hidden away somewhere?

-Grandfather was hopeless with money.

He lost everything.

He had to take a loan against the chateau to pay the bills.

And now the loan is due.

-Look, Marina, I hate to break this to you, but this isn't

gonna work.

-Of course it will.

It has to.

-Look, Marina, Marina.

Wait, wait, wait.

I gotta go.

-Um--

as soon as we have the money.

-Marina, wait.

No, no, no.

Marina, you don't understand.

I mean, I gotta go.

Marina?

I--

dammit.

[music playing]

-Come on, Desiree.

The tables are waiting.

-You're a madman, Duncan.

[inaudible].

Look at my hair.

-Doesn't matter what you do.

You'll still be beautiful.

-Card.

-Neither for the bank.

I'm sorry, Monsieur MacLeod.

-I'm sorry, too, Duncan.

I'm not bringing you any luck tonight.

-Leave me to be the judge of that.

-Bad luck, old man.

-Well, maybe my luck will be better tomorrow.

-But not against me.

I'm off to work.

-Oh.

Say hello to M for me.

See what you can do with these.

I need a drink.

-If you don't mind, old man, martini?

Shaken, not stirred.

-Oh, naturally.

Old man.

Hope he doesn't know the difference.

-Place your bets.

18 for the bank, nine for madame.

Tres bien.

Madame wins again.

-Duncan, can you believe it?

It's the first time I ever played.

-That's terrific.

-This is not good for the house.

-Carlo, my ambitious friend, a beautiful woman is happy, and

that is always good for the house.

-Martini, old man.

Shaken, not stirred.

-Thank you, counselor.

-What if we lose?

-Well, if you're worried, stop playing.

-I could win.

Please tell me what to do.

-He looks nervous.

Let it ride.

-Easy for you to say.

-19 for the bank.

-Yes, yes, yes!

-You should play cards more often.

-Enough excitement for one night.

At least, here in the casino.

-Perhaps madame wishes to leave her winnings in the

casino?

-No.

Madame wishes to take it with her now.

In cash.

-Yes.

-Cash?

A million francs?

Whatever madame wishes.

-Goodnight, Carlo.

Goodnight, Baron Lemartin.

BARON LEMARTIN [OFFSCREEN]: There goes a lucky man.

-Black 22.

-Monsieur MacLeod.

What a pleasure.

-Carlo.

-It must be 20 years.

-Oh, no.

It's, uh--

19, I believe.

-Look at you.

You've hardly changed.

-Oh.

Good diet, regular exercise.

You look good yourself.

Where is the Baron?

-Um--

I'm afraid he's not here.

The old Baron went a little daffy.

Most regrettable.

I had to take over the casino.

-Shame.

He was a good man.

-Well, one does what one can.

How could I help you?

-Well, I'm looking for a young American who was here a few

days ago with a red Ferrari.

Richard Redstone.

-George.

A young American, a few days ago, in a Ferrari?

-A red Ferrari?

He left yesterday afternoon.

With Mrs. Lemartin.

-The Baron's granddaughter?

-I believe so.

-She's a baby.

How old could she be?

-Old enough.

-Ah.

Well, I'll--

thank you.

-Yes.

-Be seeing you again.

-Of course.

-Bye-bye.

-I didn't spend three years at the Sorbonne to carry

chamberpots.

I loathe this.

-Feeling's mutual, pal.

Marina.

-Please.

It's very good.

My grandfather made it himself.

-There's got to be some other way.

-No, there isn't.

How can I expect a man who has everything to know what it's

like to have nothing?

My parents are buried in the garden.

I was born in this very bed, and my grandfather

wants to die here.

This isn't just my home.

It's my life.

I'd do anything to keep it.

-Marina, can't you renegotiate the loan?

-There's only one thing he wants more than the money.

Me.

The pig wants me to marry him.

-Marry him?

Are you serious?

-If you don't give me the 200,000 francs, it's what I'll

have to do.

-So kidnapping me was your only option?

-Yes.

It was Edward's idea.

He says America is full of millionaires.

-Brilliant.

Your boyfriend's a real criminal mastermind.

-He's not a criminal.

And he's not my boyfriend.

He's a painter.

My family has supported artists for centuries.

They say Monet painted his first

waterlilies in the back garden.

-Well, so why don't you let Rembrandt here sell some of

his works of art?

-Oh, well, I'm afraid he's not very good.

-Oh, great.

So he's not just a crook and a sponge.

He's also a hack.

-You can talk.

What kind of man leaves a casino with a kind of woman

who lets a strange man buy her a drink?

Oh.

You spilled.

I--

I should go.

-Marina.

Marina.

Please.

One cuff.

Please.

I promise I won't go.

Please.

Marina.

The other cuff.

Unlock me.

-You promised.

-Marina, the key.

The key.

There's no time.

-You pig.

I trust you.

You take advantage.

-Marina, you don't understand.

Somebody's coming.

-Liar.

Lying!

-Marina, I could die.

Marina, we could all die!

Dammit.

Dammit.

[humming]

[rattling]

OK, pal.

I'm ready for you.

-Who are you supposed to be?

The postman?

-Mac?

What in the hell are you doing here?

Did you do something to your hair?

-That's not the point.

The point is what are you doing in France?

You're dead here, remember?

-I know.

I got a new identity.

-Yeah, Richie Redstone, international car thief.

-Shh.

I didn't steal it.

I borrowed it.

And I had every intention of bringing it back, until I was

drugged and kidnapped.

-Oh, really?

-Yeah.

See, I'm at this casino, and this French girl--

pretty hot--

-Marina Lemartin?

-Yeah.

-Oh.

-Anyway, she's all over me.

Next thing I know, bam.

I'm out like a light.

-Ah, Marina, my dear.

How is your young guest doing?

A Mr. Flintstone, was it?

-Uh, Redstone, Grandfather.

Yeah, he is fine.

-Oh, good.

I'm glad.

This old chateau needs more people in it.

It's been far too empty these last years.

-[WHISPERING] What's going on?

-[WHISPERING] You tell me!

We kidnapped an American millionaire, they don't even

mention it!

-Nothing?

-Look not on [inaudible], not on the stock exchange.

Nowhere.

-Oh, maybe it's too new.

-Or maybe Mr. Redstone isn't what he appears to be.

-And she kidnapped you all by herself?

-No, no, no.

She's got this unemployed painter named Eduardo

working with her.

He's very strange.

But they think I'm a millionaire.

-So what are you doing?

Stealing their furniture?

Oh, this is gonna be good.

-Listen, Mac.

They're about to lose the family chateau.

The Baron lost all of their money.

And now if she doesn't marry the guy who holds the load

they're gonna be out on the street.

Mac, buddy, you gotta help me.

She needs 200,000 francs.

-You wouldn't happen to be falling for this Marina

Lemartin, would you?

-Every time it's a girl, you always assume--

-I wonder why.

-OK, maybe I like her a little.

But I really do want to help her.

-So why are you running away?

-I'm not running away.

I'm--

-Playing baseball?

-Very funny.

Anyway, I gotta get back before they know I'm gone.

MARINA [OFFSCREEN]: He's gone!

EDWARD [OFFSCREEN]: Oh!

-I think they just found out.

All right, all right.

Go on.

-I knew we couldn't trust him.

Now he's gonna go to the police!

-No, he wouldn't do that.

[doorbell]

The police.

-Remember.

We never heard of Richard Redstone.

-Is that the doorbell?

When did we get a doorbell?

-Grandfather, the soup is burning.

-Soup?

I am making soup?

What kind of soup?

-Come along, grandpa.

-Was it [inaudible] soup?

Duck soup?

Leek soup?

-Hey.

I was, uh, looking for the bathroom.

Can I come in?

Oh, I'm sorry about the bed, there.

No hard feelings?

-No.

None.

-Good.

So, uh--

where is Marina?

-In the bath.

I got him.

-You're not happy just destroying the bed?

You have to ruin the wine cellar too?

What kind of guest are you?

-I am not a guest.

You kidnapped me.

Twice!

-Yes.

But in civil--

in a civilized way.

We always treated you well.

-Hm.

We were wrong.

Richard Redstone is a fraud.

-Is this true, Richard?

You're not really a millionaire?

-Yes.

Marina, I'm sorry.

I don't have any money.

I was just playing the big-shot.

You kidnapped the wrong guy.

-You lied to me?

-Yes, but now I want to help you.

I swear, if you let me go, I will.

-But how do I know I can trust you?

-Marina, if I was lying, would I have escaped

and then come back?

-Oh, of course.

I understand it all now.

He wants us to think he's poor, trying to pretend he was

rich, to trick us into letting him go.

But he's really rich, pretending he's poor,

pretending he's rich, so that we'll let him go after all!

-That is ridiculous!

-See?

He denies it.

-Of course I deny it.

-Quiet, both of you.

[doorbell]

-Keep him quiet.

I'll get the door.

-Marina.

I'm not lying now.

I swear.

You gotta believe me.

Kiss me.

Kiss me.

-Coming.

Coming.

-No, no, no.

-I thought I heard the doorbell.

-No, no.

No.

The soup.

Maybe it is burning?

-Ah, yes.

The soup.

Must not let it burn.

-Yes?

-Ah.

I'm Duncan MacLeod.

-Who?

-The Chief Financial Officer, Matchtech Corporation.

I'm sure Mr. Redstone told you I was coming?

-He did.

Uh-huh.

Ah, yes.

Of course he did.

Yes, silly me.

How do you do?

-Very well, thank you.

And you are?

-Edward Cervain.

-Ah, yes.

The painter.

Would you mind?

Thank you.

Mr. Redstone asked me to make sure that Miss Marina

Lemartin got this.

A cashier's check for 200,000 francs.

-200,000 francs.

200,000 francs!

-I know this looks funny.

Marina, please.

I can explain.

Marina, I can explain.

I swear to God.

-Don't bother.

-Yes.

-Miss Marina Lemartin?

-Yes?

-Oh, Mr. Redstone was absolutely right.

You're charming.

Absolutely charming.

He asked me to give you this.

It's a check for 200,000 francs.

-200,000 francs?

Mr. Redstone is very generous.

-He can afford to be.

You know, this place would make a wonderful hotel.

I wonder if Mr. Redstone would be interested in

investing in it?

Maybe I could have a word with him.

-Uh, he's sleeping--

he's not here--

He's not here.

-This is beginning to be fun.

[mumbling]

-Please, let me explain.

-There's nothing to explain.

-Uh--

I don't get it.

Wow.

-That's for saving me.

-Yeah.

-And that's for lying.

-Oh my god.

-Carlo Capodimonte.

-Richard Redstone.

-Richard Redstone.

-The Richard Redstone.

The millionaire.

Surely you know who he is?

-Perhaps.

But why would I be interested in him?

-Because I am paying off the debt on the chateau.

-Hm.

200,000 francs.

I'm afraid I don't want it.

-What do you mean, you don't want it?

You have to want it.

-200,000 francs is the agreement.

That's the chateau's deed, free and clear.

-Not anymore.

The deadline was yesterday.

You missed it.

Chateau Lemartin is mine.

-No.

You can't do this.

-Carlo, this isn't fair.

-Of course, I might be interested in selling it.

-How much?

-10 million francs.

-10 million francs.

Are you out of your mind?

-I don't have that kind of money.

-I suggest you talk to Mr. Redstone here.

After all, he's the millionaire.

-10 million francs.

That's over $2 million.

you've gotta be out of your mind.

-I know, but Mac, I'm supposed to be a millionaire.

-Yeah, but you're not a millionaire.

You don't have $2 million.

You don't have $1 million.

In fact, you still owe someone a Ferrari.

-Yeah, I know.

But it's still in one piece.

Hey, listen, Mac, what if you put up the money to make the

chateau into the hotel?

-What?

-Well, you told Marina yourself it would be a good

investment.

-Yeah, it probably would.

But $2 million by Friday?

It's not gonna happen, Richie.

-Oh, man.

Then what do you expect me to tell her?

-Well, maybe you should try something different for a

change.

-Like what?

-The truth.

-I don't believe it.

The Ferrari?

-Borrowed.

-The 200,000 francs?

-Mine.

-Who are you, anyway?

-I'm an old friend.

-It was a fake.

All of it.

Even the tux was rented.

-I even carried his chamberpot.

-Marina, I'm so sorry.

I never meant to get your hopes up.

-You never expected to be kidnapped.

It's my fault.

I'm sorry, grandpa.

-You did what you could, my child.

You all did.

It is an old man's foolishness that has caused this.

Meanwhile, I--

I have a request.

Paint for me a picture of the chateau, then.

Something to take with us.

-I'll get some new canvas tomorrow.

-Oh, don't bother.

There's a ton of it in the upstairs bedroom.

-A ton of what?

-Old canvases.

They're all rolled up, stuck to the top of the bed.

-Must be over a dozen of them.

Do you realize what could be sitting here?

-Monets.

Cezannes.

Degases.

Picassos.

-Painters the Lemartins supported for centuries.

-If one of them left a canvas--

-Then you're very rich.

-What if they're no good?

-Doesn't matter.

Picasso's still Picasso.

Could be worth millions.

-Who is it?

Picasso?

Monet?

I believe Van Gogh stayed here once.

-Is it a Picasso?

-No, Albert Lemartin.

Your ancestor.

An 18th century amateur who fancied himself an artist.

I'm sorry.

You found the life works of--

a very untalented man.

I'm sorry.

-Then that's it.

There's only one thing left to do.

-Please, not Carlo Capodimonte.

Let that nouveau riche lizard have the house.

But keep your honor.

-Marina, don't do it.

-Richie, I have to.

-Marina.

I think I'm falling in love with you.

-Marina, I know the chateau's important to you.

But it's not worth the price you're paying.

-Please, Mr. MacLeod.

Don't make it any more difficult.

-What about Richard?

-It was all a mistake.

He will forget me in time.

-Will you forget him?

Hm?

-Come, my love.

-Don't do this.

-We haven't got all day.

-We'll find another way.

-I have no choice.

-We will send you an invitation to the wedding.

-Carlo, don't do this.

-I'd really love to stay and chat, but--

we really have a great deal to do.

-Duncan, this is how rich people live all the time.

-Not if they wanna stay rich.

You didn't have to order the most expensive room in the

hotel, did you?

-But I wanted to.

Besides, I like it.

For once I'm the one with the money.

And, uh, I can be very generous to those

who bring me pleasure.

-You think I'll be your gigolo for, what?

A few thousand francs?

-No.

A million francs.

What would this buy me?

Your neck?

Your mouth, perhaps?

I'm not free.

-Then I'm in trouble.

Because I don't have a centime left on me.

-I'm sure you will think of something.

-Well.

What would this buy me?

Hm?

-Mm.

Your mouth?

Hm?

Your neck?

-I'm very expensive.

-Well, maybe I should take out a loan.

-Good.

Let's break the bank.

[door opening]

-You order room service?

-Shut up.

Put the money in the bag.

-All right, all right.

Let's just keep calm here, shall we?

-Never.

Duncan won't let you.

-I'll shoot him.

-Go ahead.

You think he cares?

-I care.

Desiree, stay there.

-It's my money!

-It's his gun.

-Fine.

I'll shoot both of you.

-All right.

All right.

Desiree.

-But you can't.

-I can.

He's got a gun.

It's not worth dying over, even if it

is a million francs.

-Come on.

Come on.

Hurry up.

[speaking french]

Come on.

Hurry up.

Come on.

-Desiree, put it in.

Put it in.

Desiree, put it in.

Put it in.

Take it.

No, no.

Not the watch.

-Don't you start.

You follow me, I'll shoot.

-Desiree, it's just money.

-My money.

-Yeah, but look.

It's not the end of the world.

We still have each other.

We still have tonight.

-That's what you think.

I'm too upset.

-Ciao.

-Ciao, Carlo.

-Take good care.

-I don't need this.

I'm an artist.

I can go anywhere.

Paris.

London.

Berlin.

-I hear there's a train leaving in about an hour.

If you rush, you might make it.

-You'd like that, wouldn't you?

You--

you--

petty, bourgeois--

phony!

You're not even a millionaire!

-Yo, Ed, buddy.

Do yourself a favor, all right?

Knock it off.

-Or what?

You'll punch me?

Kick my ass around the room?

Blacken my eyes?

-Sounds good to me.

-Good morning, gentlemen.

-Mac.

Where have you been?

-Trying to find some information.

Baron, maybe you could help me.

How did Carlo Capodimonte happen to get the casino?

-The same way he came into the chateau.

He came into a fortune.

-And that wouldn't have happened to have been about 20

years ago, would it?

-Right.

And he invested wisely.

He--

he became very rich.

-Lucky man.

-Pardon?

-I said I'm gonna see Carlo Capodimonte and we're gonna be

able to work something out.

Richie, keys.

-What did he mean?

-I don't know.

But if I were you, I wouldn't start packing yet.

You, Picasso?

You can pack.

I don't know, Mac.

She drugged me, kidnapped me, tied me to a bed.

If you ask me, I think that's a pretty solid foundation for

a relationship.

Hey, uh, buddy?

Mac?

Don't you think about driving a little faster?

[spy music playing]

-Ah!

Oh, no!

Ahh!

[door opening]

-What's the meaning of this?

You get out, or I'll call the police.

-Fine.

Why don't you call the police, Carlo?

And while you're at it, why don't you tell them what

happened 19 years ago?

How you held two people up at gunpoint and stole a million

francs from them?

-What are you talking about?

-I'm talking about the watch on your wrist.

That was mine.

-Won't prove a thing.

-You know, you're right.

It won't prove a thing.

But I wasn't going to take you to court, anyway.

-Hey, come on.

Relax.

-He's not worth it, Mac.

Shooting him is not the answer.

Don't do it, Mac.

-We can work it out.

We can talk--

-No, no--

[gunshot]

-Oh--

you got me.

-Oh my god.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Carlo!

Carlo!

Are you all right?

-My god.

MAN [OFFSCREEN]: Are you OK?

Are you all right, sir?

-He's dead.

You killed him.

-It was an accident.

Yeah.

I'm fine, I'm fine.

You saw it.

I--

I didn't do it.

That's not how it looked to me.

Looked to me like he called you a thief, and then you

called him a liar, and then you shot and killed him.

-But I didn't mean to.

I sweat.

-Well, I'll swear you did.

Look, the body.

The watch.

Carlo, your fingerprints are all over that gun.

It's looking like prison for you, pal.

-No, no, no.

Wait.

I'll do anything.

-Anything?

Well, I'll tell you what.

You turn over the deed to the chateau,

the deed to the casino.

You head for South America.

You never, ever come back here.

And I just might forget what I saw.

-This is extortion.

I won't do it.

-Suit yourself.

Carlo.

The deed or the police.

All righty, then.

-All right, all right.

All right.

The deed to the chateau.

-Just go ahead and write paid in full.

Oh, don't forget Marina Lemartin's name.

-Is that all?

-Excellent.

No.

I need the deed to the casino.

-No, no.

Not the casino.

-Oh, what?

Too greedy?

-I'd rather go to jail.

-OK, deal.

But fork over the watch.

Come on, gimme the watch, pal.

Excellent.

Oh, ho, ho.

-Are you all right, monsieur?

-Oh, no, not a big deal.

Just a minor little accident.

Not a problem, folks.

Although I think Mr. Capodimonte there is gonna be

needing a ride to the airport.

Ain't that right, Carlo?

Carlo?

-Get-- get out of my way.

Move it!

-Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

-Enjoy Buenos Aires.

Great.

-Ugh.

Ah.

How was I?

-Not bad.

Little over-the-top.

-I thought I was excellent.

-Your watch.

I'm sure you thought you were excellent.

-I was.

You know, I was an actor, once.

-I've heard.

-Yeah.

I played Shakespeare.

I played all the great parts.

-I know you did.

-Come on.

Let's get out of here.

I suppose you think you could have done better?

Ready?

Come on.

-I don't understand.

How did you get him to return the chateau?

-Well, Duncan can be pretty convincing when he wants to

be.

-Yeah.

Let's just say Carlo had better things to do.

And so will you, if you want to change the chateau into a

hotel.

-Oh, it's a wonderful idea.

But, um-- it will take so much work, and I can't afford to

pay anyone.

-Well, you know I don't have any money.

But I've got skills, and I'm pretty good with my hands.

I can fix things, and keep the books.

Pretty much anything you need.

If you want my help.

-A bottle of wine from the cellar!

Something to celebrate!

-Excellent idea, baron.

-Come with me.

I haven't felt so good since '58.

Come!

And here we are.

This is the cellar.

There's not a great deal left in it, but we will find

something, hm?

-Oh, I'm sure we will, Baron.

-We'll find something.

-When was this wall renovated?

-I don't remember.

It must have been around World War II, I believe.

Why?

-Just a hunch.

Would you mind?

Um--

ah.

This was convenient.

Just for one minute.

-What on earth is he doing?

-He is breaking down the wall!

That was splendid for a man of your age, eh?

-Well, I've been to the gym a lot.

-Look.

Mon dieu, Chateau Latour, 1926!

-Yeah.

1935 Chateau [inaudible].

-How did you know?

-Well, when war broke out, families built fake wine

cellars for the Nazis to plunder.

And they hid their best wines in places like this.

-How much do you think it's all worth?

-This one's worth--

oh, 400.

That one, at least 4,000.

I'd say you're not poor anymore.

-This one we'll have for dinner!

Come along.

We have earned a treat.

Come along.

DUNCAN [OFFSCREEN]: To Chateau Lemartin.

BARON LEMARTIN [OFFSCREEN]: A toast to old friends.

RICHIE [OFFSCREEN]: And to new friends.

[SONG PLAYING - QUEEN, "PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE"]