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(dramatic music)

(upbeat mod music)

(machine powers down)

(cautious, enigmatic music)

(intriguing, enigmatic music)

(cannon fires)

(cannon fires)

(grand, dramatic music)

(whooshing)

- Joe, not so fast!

Now take it easy.

- Everything's under control, Mac.

Don't worry.

- Watch out for that tree, Joe!

Joe! Land's sake, look out!

(crashing)

(silly music)

Joe?

Joe, are you alright?

- Yes, Dad, I'm okay.

I must've pulled a bit heavy on the brake.

- I know you got the brain pattern of a bobsleigh champion,

but even experts make mistakes.

- I'll remember, Dad.

(cannon fires)

What are they firing at?

- I don't know.

We can ask Captain Moran when we get back to Fort Cherook.

Come on.

(cannon fires)

(canon fires)

(wind blows)

(brakes squeak)

(canon fires)

- It's all done.

Still, it looks pretty mean up there.

- [Radio] Warden to work detail three.

Come in, come in, please.

- Number three here, sir.

- [Warden] Snow squalls are coming in fast, Pierre.

How far out are you?

- At the Monument Hill, sir.

We'll come right in.

- [Warden] Roger. (canon fires)

- Okay, Eddie.

Let's get back to the penitentiary.

We don't want to get stranded out here

with those two in the back.

(truck engine rumbles)

- It'll be a cinch.

Two men could do it.

It's just sitting there waiting for us,

and tomorrow's it!

- No, Riel, not a chance.

I told you, my parole comes up in six months.

- Maybe you'll get the parole in six months,

maybe you don't.

But my way is for sure.

You think about it.

(cannon fires)

- Okay, that's it for today.

You fire as well tomorrow,

and you'll do the old man proud.

(dogs whine)

- I still say the bow showed exceptional skill

on that bobsleigh, Mac.

He's got the makings of a champion.

- Thanks, Uncle Pat.

- Yes, he seems to have caught on pretty quickly.

We're certainly enjoying our holiday here, Pat.

It was good of you to ask us.

- Well, it's nice seeing an old buddy

after all these years.

- Uncle Pat?

- Yes, Joe?

- What were those men doing

firing that gun on the hill this morning?

- Did you see the statue?

- [Joe] Yes.

- Well, that's a statue of General James McCormack,

one of this country's greatest heroes.

- McCormack.

That name sounds familiar.

- It should do, Mac.

It's the name of our prime minister.

- Oh, of course.

- The general's grandson.

He'll be passing through here tomorrow

on his way to a conference.

A mighty important one, too.

That gun is going to mark the occasion

with a full ceremonial salute.

- But why are they using live ammunition, Uncle Pat?

- Well, it adds a touch of realism.

The gun crew know what they're doing.

There's no danger.

(suspicious music)

(dogs wine)

- I'm not going with you, Riel, no matter what you say.

- You're throwing away the chance of a lifetime, kid.

- All right, all right!

Lights out!

Knock off the chat!

- Anything you say, guard!

(low, suspicious music)

- Well, this is pretty desolate country, Mac.

If they did escape, they'd probably die of exposure.

There's just no place to go.

- Talking of places to go,

Joe asked if he could see the gun salute tomorrow.

- Sure, I can take him up to Snow Cap.

He'll get a good view from there.

- Thanks, Pat.

Well, it's getting late.

I'll say goodnight.

- Goodnight, Mac.

See you in the morning.

(tense, suspicious music)

- Okay, it's 6:30!

6:30, let's roll!

- Come on, Riel.

- Uh, be right with you.

- Move it, Riel!

Your work detail leaves in 25 minutes!

(footsteps)

(door opens)

(footsteps)

(wind blows)

- [Warden] Warden to work detail three.

Urgent!

- Number three, work detail.

- [Warden] Pierre, get Marnie back here on the double!

- Sure, chief, but what's happened?

- [Warden] We found a gun under his bed.

Better check him out first

to make sure he hasn't got another.

(brakes squeak)

- Right.

You stay here.

- Hey, we're stopping.

(truck door slams)

It's a bit early, isn't it?

- Okay, you Marnie.

Come on out, slowly.

- Wha?

What's this all about?

- Just to see if you got any more guns stashed on you.

Now just step down.

- Guns?

What are you talking about?

- About how you just lost your parole, buddy boy!

They're gonna put a lot of time on you for this.

(grunts) - Quick!

Get his gun.

- Pierre?

(footsteps crunch)

Pierre!

Work detail number three here.

We're in trouble.

There's been--

(gun fires)

- Come on, Marnie.

- I told you, I'm not going.

- [Riel] Come on!

- I'm staying, I've got to find out--

- Okay, you stay and you find out

how many years they're going to tack onto you for this.

- It was all your idea!

- Who's going to believe that?

Not the warden.

I'm offering you a way out of here,

plus a lot of money.

Now take it or leave it.

- All right, all right, I'm coming.

But if I ever find out you had anything to do with this--

- Come on!

- Right, Warden.

I'll check it out for you right away.

- What is it, Pat?

- There's been a breakout.

I have to check out the Monument Hill

and bridge area right away.

I'm afraid we can't go up to Snow Cap, Joe.

We can't take any risks

with the prime minister's train on its way.

(train rumbles)

- [Man] Prime Minister?

- Yes, Robbins, what is it?

- We're right on schedule, sir.

The bridge is just a few minutes ahead.

- [McCormack] Good.

- All right, look sharp.

The train's not far off now.

(trumpet blows)

- Okay, that's the five minute whistle.

It's time!

Let's get that gun crew.

(gun fires)

- Just another two minutes, sir,

and we'll pass your grandfather's statue.

- Good.

Wire this ahead, would you?

(horn blows)

(dramatic, foreboding music)

- Okay.

Prepare to fire.

Fire!

(canon fires)

(explosion booms)

(brakes screech)

(brakes hiss)

(rumbling)

Fire!

(cannon fires)

(explosion booms)

(creaking)

Marnie, we did it!

We stopped them cold!

(creaking)

- Sir.

They've shelled the bridge.

We're trapped!

- I know, Robbins.

And whoever it is

intends us to stay here for a while.

(creaking)

- Okay, Marnie.

Let's call up our friends and talk terms.

(worrying music)

(creaking)

(dramatic music)

(dogs wine)

- What do you want, Riel?

- A million dollars

and a heli-jet.

- Are you crazy?

- No, Captain, I am not crazy.

I want a million dollars in used bank notes

and a heli-jet put down 100 yards from the gun.

Tell the pilot to walk away and we'll take over.

And no rescue attempts, Captain,

or that train gets it right away.

You've got 30 minutes.

- Riel!

Riel!

Ah, he's cut off.

- What are you going to do, Uncle Pat?

- I don't know, Joe.

But we must think of something fast.

- I've got an idea, Pat.

It may sound pretty farfetched,

but I think it's your only chance.

(worrying music)

(creaking)

(rumbling)

- We've been here over half an hour now, Robbins.

Is there anymore news?

- No, sir, they're still demanding the ransom.

But I think the bridge is cracking up!

- That conference will split right down the middle.

- Sir, there's no sense thinking about the conference now!

- I've got to think about it.

It's the most important thing in my life.

(creaking)

(creaking)

- I don't know how you two talked me

into letting Joe take that money up there.

You're sure you want to go through with this, Joe.

- He won't trust any of your men, Captain,

but he won't think twice about me.

- Mac?

- He's the best one to do it, Pat.

Just be careful, Joe.

They're dangerous men.

- Don't worry, Dad.

I think I'd better be going, Uncle Pat.

- Well,

okay.

Good luck, Joe.

- All right.

They've had their 30 minutes.

Fire a shot.

Just over the train.

(canon fires)

(explosion booms)

- Captain?

Captain Moran!

- Riel, what was that shot?

Your money's on the way up!

- Yeah, with one of your men bringing it.

Reload, Marnie.

- No, Riel!

The money's coming up with a young boy.

He's only nine years old.

He can't do you any harm.

- Oh, that's more like it, Captain.

Good thinking!

We'll be waiting.

And so will the man on the train.

(creaking and rumbling)

- This bridge won't hold out much longer, sir!

- It'll hold, Robbins.

It's got to.

- If only we knew there was someone trying to help!

- There is, Robbins.

There must be.

(uneasy music)

(unassuming music)

- Moran wasn't fooling.

Here comes the kid.

Wave him in.

- Then let's leave fast, okay, Riel?

- Riel?

Captain Moran.

The heli-jet's flying in,

you'll have it in 10 minutes.

- Well, you're really seeing the light captain.

Your boy has just arrived with the money.

- We've met our part of the bargain, Riel.

See that you meet yours.

- Don't worry, Captain.

Okay, Marnie.

Let's check the suitcase.

Right.

(tense, uneasy music)

- You just sit still, kid.

- Riel, look at this!

- A million bucks.

What did I tell you, Marnie?

Was it worth it?

- Boy! (chuckles)

I've got mine spent already.

- Hey, kid,

what's that case?

- He brought it with him.

- It's my special W.I.N. agent's case.

- Open it up.

I said open it up.

(case clicks)

A transmitter.

A gun?

(chuckles)

You, you were expecting trouble, huh?

- I wasn't sure.

(helicopter chops)

- Here's the heli-jet, Marnie.

Cover the pilot 'til he walks clear.

- Mr. Riel, can I send a message to Captain Moran?

- With that toy transceiver?

Sure, kid, sure.

You go right ahead. (chuckles)

Ready, Marnie?

(helicopter approaches)

(helicopter powers down)

- This is Joe 90 to base.

The heli-jet has just landed.

The gun is unmanned.

You can start the rescue.

- The pilot's clear.

Let's get to the heli-jet!

(creaking)

Hey, Riel, look!

They've started the rescue.

(helicopter chops)

- What the--

the kid!

That transmitter!

It must be real!

(gun fires)

- And so is this gun.

All right, that's far enough.

Put your hands up.

(guns fire)

(grunts)

(guns fire)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

- All right, kid.

Now just come forward.

Slow.

Marnie,

can you make it to the heli-jet?

- Yeah, yeah, I think so.

- You help him in here, boy.

(heroic fanfare music)

- We've made it, sir!

(creaking)

(bangs)

(creaking)

(crashing)

- Too bad, Moran.

It didn't work.

- Riel, what're you talking about?

- We're taking the kid with us, Captain.

So don't get any ideas about trying to intercept us.

- They're getting away!

I'm sorry, Mac.

I never should have let Joe anywhere near them.

- We mustn't give up hope yet, Pat.

And at least everyone on that train is safe.

(groaning)

- Hang on, Marnie!

I'll put it into autopilot and come back there.

(clunking)

Now you just sit there, boy.

And don't make a move!

Okay, Marnie, now take it easy!

You're going to be all right!

(helicopter chops)

Are you crazy, kid?

Get away from those controls!

(exciting, perilous music)

(head bangs)

- Mac!

I don't understand, they've turned back.

Come on, Mac, let's get over there!

- All right.

Marnie, Riel,

come out with your hands up.

- Joe, are you all right?

- Fine, Dad.

Everything's all right.

- Joe?

What happened?

Where are Riel and Marnie?

- They're in there, Captain.

They'll tell you all about it.

(goofy music)

- I still can't get any sense out of those two.

Riel keeps babbling about everything going out of control,

and some kind of W.I.N. agent.

- I was the W.I.N. agent, Uncle Pat.

After I got behind the controls,

I jumped the heli-jet around, keeping Riel off balance

'til he fell against the side

and knocked himself out. (phone rings)

And then-- - Ah, business again.

- That's quite an imagination, Joe,

but I sure would like to get to the bottom of this.

Excuse me, I'll be right back.

(phone rings)

- Joe?

- Yes, Dad?

- How did you fly that heli-jet?

The brain pattern of a jet-sleigh driver

wouldn't have helped.

- I don't know, Dad.

I just felt I knew how to do it and I did!

- Joe, either these brain patterns aren't wiping clean

and you're retaining some of them,

or we've had a mix up in the tape numbers.

- Well, I don't know the answer, Dad.

- Let me just check.

Here it is.

Ah.

Guy Flambeau,

three times Olympic bobsleigh champion.

- What does it say just below that?

- All around sportsman,

billiards champion,

crack shot,

and holds a helicopter pilot's license.

Well, I'll be.

- What's that you've always told me

about reading the small print, Dad?

(light orchestrated music)

(upbeat mod music)