Good evening, Miss Lake.
This is so sad.
Ryan! Ryan! Ryan! Ryan!
Please, let me through.
Bravo, I say!
Thank you, thank you.
Here you go.
...here you go.
Ryan! Ryan! Ryan! Ryan!
Ryan! Ryan! Ryan!
Thank you, thank you. Thank you.
Thank you. Nice talking with you.
No, Ryan Harrison.
You're mixing me up with some woman.
I'd love to have you sit for me some time.
Are you a dog trainer?
I've seen every one of your concerts.
Your music moved me.
Nothing like a good movement.
Oh, my balls!
That must be east.
Well, excuse me.
Maestro Harrison, welcome.
Thank you for inviting me.
I need to talk to you.
Cass, I have guests.
It's been a privilege sponsoring your concerts.
I'm eternally grateful to my husband for bringing you into my life, Mr. Harrison.
I think this deserves a kiss, don't you?
I've never missed one of your concerts.
Hibbing, however, wasn't at Friday's.
It was a high colonic.
Yes, a Jewish holiday. Mazel tov.
I'll just round us up some drinks.
How dare you?
How could you ignore my note?
All I want is for you to reconsider. Hibbing, please.
-Ryan. -Oh, stuff and nonsense!
Go dash a mineral water in your face and buck up!
You deserve a real man's drink.
I know mine will be.
-Good-bye, darling! -Have a safe flight.
Could you please open the gates for me?
Ryan, what are you doing?
Your dog certainly has a surprised look on his face.
Well, that's because you're looking at his butt.
Then he's certainly not going to enjoy that treat that I just fed to him.
Well, I guess I'd better be--
I don't think so.
Now they're safe.
I thought I might go for a swim.
Would you care to join me'?
I have a suit for you.
...I think that we should say good-bye now.
My head is spinning like a dreidel in a sandstorm. I should go--
Kissing you makes me think about your husband.
You do like women?
But you're a married one. I'm not.
Hibbing won't be back for three days.
You don't know what you're missing.
I used to lick envelopes for a living.
Those long manila ones.
I'm not wearing any underwear.
Step away from the car. Step away from the car.
Get into the car.
Get into the car. Get into the car.
Ryan, darling, why are you leaving me? Hibbing is out of town.
If I don't see you tonight, I'm prepared to take my own life.
I am desperate!
And I'm out of milk.
Can you pick up a half gallon of two percent on the way?
Yours in adultery, Lauren.
Ruth Kimball, in New York.
And I'm speaking with United Nations Secretary General...
...Sir Robert McKintyre.
I'd like to thank our friend, Hibbing Goodhue, for arranging this interview.
Hibbing has been my good friend since our school days at...
He's invited you to come to Columbia Heights to make an important speech.
A speech that will have terrorists peeing their pants.
I am forming a multinational strike force...
...whose sole purpose is to tear at the very heart of terrorism...
...by seeking out and destroying their sanctuaries and training compounds.
I will be placing every terrorist on alert...
...that their days are indeed numbered.
...oral... -...used to masturbate...
...nymphomaniac Siamese twins...
...who cheat with each other's husbands.
But first, it's official!
The United Nations Secretary General, Sir Robert McKintyre...
...will be in Columbia Heights on the 12th of this month...
...as guest of Hibbing Goodhue.
Sir Robert will be speaking at our Columbia Heights Jamboree...
...and will be the highlight of this year's celebration of Scottish heritage.
The Brave-Roy pipe and drill team--
...I'm not having orgasms... gay guys...
I've been drinking several toasts to your honor tonight, my dear.
Yes, to the great deceiver.
You never loved me.
You only wanted me for my connection with...
And for my quiet shoreline...
...the perfect place to land a small group of terrorists.
This is about assassination.
Turn that bloody radio off!
Please, that's far too melodramatic.
Have you quite finished?
I read your note.
I'm not here to play games, Lauren.
Where are you?
I want you to understand. There's nothing between us.
You're not Lauren! You're an imposter!
Where the hell were you?!
You made a mess of things.
At least you did your job.
Goodhue knew too much. He had to die.
As for this sorry sod, you've given the authorities Hibbing's murderer.
I expect we'll move forward with no further interference...
...with Operation Hylander, the killing of the U.N.'s McKintyre.
We have a code 3, 43rd and Jefferson.
Who's that? Where'd he come from?
He's got a gun! Get the gun!
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say may be held against you.
One nation, indivisible, till death do us part.
-Van Atter! -Yeah?
Take this blood sample to the lab.
And don't go walking around with it all day.
Get him in the car. All right, people, get him in the car.
Give us room.
Stand back, people. Give him a little air, people.
I want you people back. Hold them back, hold them back.
I'm being wrongfully accused.
Guilt or innocence, that's not my job.
It's my duty to pick up scum-sucking punks like yourself...
...who are accused of a crime.
A jury of twelve really stupid people...
...who are easily swayed by rich, fat-cat, slimy lawyers...
...who'll do anything but tell the truth, will sit in judgment of you.
It's as American as a burrito.
Ryan and I were having sex.
Hot, steamy, sweaty sex.
Every part of my body tingled, orgasm after orgasm--
Lady, I just asked for your name.
Mrs. Hibbing Goodhue.
I was weak to Ryan's charms. He wanted me to leave Hibbing.
He said he just wanted to talk to him.
I can't believe he killed him.
I came home...
...late last night...
...and there he was.
Now I'm going to have to start...
Mr. Harrison! Mr. Harrison!
Okay, everybody, come on. Let the car through. Stand back.
Ryan Harrison, a jury of your peers...
...have found you guilty of murder.
On August 12, at Stillwater Federal Prison...
...you shall have your sentence carried out.
You shall be executed buffet style, lethally injected, electrocuted...
...and placed before a firing squad.
May God have mercy on your soul, you bastard, you.
Seats in the upright position.
Handcuffs and ankle chains must be securely fastened...
...or you will be shot.
Exits are clearly marked...
...but you will not be using them.
Should you use them...
...you will be shot.
On behalf of the State of Minnesota...
...thank you for being arrested and convicted.
Sit back and enjoy your bus ride.
I'm not going to take it any longer. I'm going to fight back.
I am going to prove that I am not guilty.
No! I'm being wrongfully accused.
How dare you, sir?
How dare you?!
No, how dare you?!
No, no, how dare you?!
How dare you "no, no" my "how dare you?!"
You dare to dare me?!
How dare you “how dare me,“ when I “how dare you?!“ You big pee-pee head!
You are the pee-pee head!
Mr. Booger Lips, ca-ca mouth!
You'll never shut me up!
Hey. you Pee-pee head!
Hey! I can't see!
Take the wastebasket off your head.
I still can't see!
Take the other one off.
Get the keys.
Take off the cuffs.
My shoe's untied.
My shirt's out.
A train! A train?
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-Thank you. -Thank you. -Thank you.
This looks like a trailer park after a tornado.
All right, speak to me, people.
One prisoner was missing.
-It's a Ryan-- -Harrison.
The man who killed Hibbing Goodhue.
This has more twists and turns than Chubby Checker in a blender.
So we got us a murderer on the loose!
All right, listen up, people!
Our man will be on foot and running.
A man that's tired, a man that's possibly hurt...
...will have a stride of 4 feet, 2 and 3/4 inches...
...while wearing boxer shorts.
Four feet even, with the restrictions of a brief.
Which means he will cover four miles in one hour.
He's got an hour and 3/4 start on us.
He'll take to the nearest highway.
He'll commandeer a car or hop on a truck.
Now, the average elevation in this area is 2,057 feet...
...2 and 1/4 inches, with one exception.
He will take any chances, do anything to stay a free man.
Hell, even fall down a damn mountain.
It's a wilderness out there...
...so this citified sophisticate better watch himself.
He's in the heart of bear country.
This fiddle player will be hungry...
His last meal was twelve hours ago.
This boy's on the run.
He'll head for the city, a large city.
He'll try to lose himself in a crowd.
And wherever he goes, he will feel hundreds of eyes staring his way.
No matter what he does, no matter where he goes...
...he will feel hunted.
And my friends...
...you are looking at the hunter!
I want roadblocks around a 10-mile radius.
Set up communications with all law enforcement.
That's state, county, city!
Get me Governor Carlson. I may need the National Guard.
Diet Coke, no ice.
All right, people. I want Harrison caught...
...in 4 hours and 28 minutes.
That will make it exactly high noon. Now let's move it!
Move it! Move it! Move it! Move it, people! Move it!
Nelson and I are heading towards Wysetta by way of Peck's Woods.
So far, no sign of Harrison. Over.
Ten-four, Unit Six.
How you doing there?
These are on sale, right?
Sure, yeah. $32.50, okay?
You betcha, sure.
Doing some fishing around here?
I'm going to do a little angling, see if I can't catch one of those... uh, bigmouth fish here in Minnesota.
And some of those huge huskies, too.
...are you still fishing off Gray's Bay?
Catching any walleyes, muskies or enemy boats?
Sure, you betcha.
I told you that upteen times.
A guy in a rubber-type boat was headed for the Goodhue place, you know?
Yeah, sure, yeah.
Sure, after how many beers?
I ain't touched a drop of liquor since I quit singing with ABBA.
Was that the night of the Hibbing Goodhue murder?
-You seem awful interested in this case. -No.
-Do you know something about the Goodhue killing? -No.
-Do you have any real stories to tell us? -No.
I'll take the rod and write a check here.
You have a pen?
Yeah, sure enough. You betcha. Okay.
You know, I've never seen you around here, Mr...
Born on the shores of the Euro Larvae River in Rapala.
Couple of husky jerks...
...brought me to Slimy Slug, South Dakota.
Up there by Timber Doodle?
The Zebco brothers, Smithwick...
...and Salty Dog Shrimp--
I can't go fishing this afternoon.
I've got a big meeting over at...
I'd forget my genitals if they weren't SuperGlued in between my legs.
You know, I've never seen you around here, Mr...
Born on the shores of the Euro Larvae River...
Up there by Timber Doodle?
...Salty Dog Shrimp.
I've got a big meeting over at Menzrum.
There's got to be something here...
...some clue, somewhere.
-Ryan. -What are you doing here?
-How did you get in? -The door was open.
I locked that door.
Lauren is missing. She gave you a key, sent you to do evidence housecleaning.
No, I painted Hibbing's portrait.
He gave me this key to let myself in.
I have no idea where Lauren is. The killer could be stalking her.
Stalking, schmalking. She lied about me on the witness stand.
She set me up to come here the night of the murder.
She couldn't do anything like that.
Coulda, woulda, shoulda. She dida!
I understand her. You see, I think she's my sister.
It's like a brother, only you do each other's hair.
I think she's in grave danger. I came to look for clues.
Ryan, I know you're innocent.
You really mean that?
This is not just another way to meet guys?
I'm a friend.
I wish that we could be friends.
But women and me...
...are like water and fire--
Wet and flammable.
You hang out with me...
...and you're going to get hurt.
It was all mine.
The city was at my feet, spread out like an oyster.
People bravoed, they ovated.
I was somebody, I was a contender.
Now all I've got is a one-way ticket to Palookaville.
It's got to be that the answer is here somewhere.
There was something about the bartender.
Close your eyes.
...with the killer.
The bus stop at Helm's is the 5:50 express.
It stops right in front of the Goodhue house.
Scour the entire area.
Orono, chase the car and put it in park.
Bagley, I want everyone interrogated.
I want surnames, last names, given names, confirmation names.
Give me photo analysis, footprint analysis...
...DNA, bra sizes.
I'll check out who belongs to this truck.
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
I need a backup unit, a roadblock and a helicopter.
Where's that gardener?
That's our man!
She meant to do that.
We got us a gopher.
I'll see where this thing comes out.
Call the Department of Water--
It's over, Harrison.
But I'm innocent.
The one-armed, one-legged, one-eyed man. The bartender.
He was the one who killed Hibbing Goodhue.
And Lauren Goodhue is working with him. Why, I don't know.
-Why? -I don't know!
But I'll find them. I've got clues. I've got a map.
I've got the name, "Hylander," and a rubber boat.
They prove I've been wrongfully accused!
Nice tune, but I didn't come here to dance.
You've been convicted of murder.
I'm taking you in.
N05 I'm not going back.
Wherever it is!
Man in the water!
♪ Some people stand in the darkness ♪
♪ Afraid to step into the light ♪
♪ Some people need to help somebody ♪
♪ When the edge of surrender's in sight ♪
♪ Don't you worry I
♪ It's gonna be all right ♪ Ooh! Cold, cold!
♪ 'Cause I'm always ready I won't let you out of my sight ♪ What the hell is all that rubber boat and "Hylander" stuff about?
Orono, call the coast guard. "Hylander."
I've got a gun.
...but I got one.
You ran away, you remember? You can move now.
Yes, I was frightened.
I've been driving all over the city searching for you.
Well, you found me. Hide-and-seek is over.
The school bell has rung. Time to go back to the homeroom.
Whatever you do, don't scream.
...you can feel safe here.
We're six floors up. No one can see you.
Hey, Cass! Who's your new friend?
Sit down, Pancakes.
Of all the women in all the world...
...you had to walk into mine.
I'm sure if we just talk all night, we can work this out.
Let's pull out that wad of cotton and get right to the aspirin.
You hired a hit man. You wanted Hibbing dead.
I saw the two of you arguing.
And you were sizzling like a wiener on a hibachi.
That's because Hibbing told me that he hated the portrait I did of him.
A deep, crampy kind of a hurt. That's why I was so upset.
I was even going to kill myself.
But I couldn't. I threw the gun in the bay.
We don't have time for this schoolgirl act.
We're, both of us, sitting under the gallows.
You're not telling the truth! Explain why you gave the killer the money.
That was Hibbing's money for the portrait.
I gave it to the bartender to give back to Hibbing.
I never wanted to see Hibbing again.
Your lies are like bananas.
They come in big yellow bunches.
I wish there was something I could do to make you believe me.
Damn you for making me fall in love with you.
-I can't let you get mixed up in this. -I want to get mixed up in it.
-I can't do it to you. -I want you to do it to me.
I'm a hunted man.
Every time I think that I'm out, they pull me back in.
Hunt me! Pull me!
Ryan, you can't do this on your own.
I have to.
...I'm going out that door...
...and where I'm going you can't follow me.
And I'm not trying to be noble.
But baby, out there...
...it's a hill of beans.
Here's looking at you, kid.
You're the stuff dreams are made of.
...I'm going to give you a sponge bath...
...give you a bracing enema and make you something to eat.
Just put your weight on me. I'll take you into the bedroom.
♪ When I fall in love ♪
♪ It will be forever ♪
♪ or I'll never ♪
♪ Fall I
♪ In love I
♪ In a restless world ♪
♪ Like this is ♪
♪ Love is ended ♪
♪ Before it's begun ♪
♪ And too many moonlight kisses ♪
♪ Seem to cool in the warmth ♪
♪ Of the sun ♪
♪ When I give my heart ♪
♪ It will be completely ♪
♪ or I'll never ♪
♪ My heart ♪
♪ And the moment ♪
♪ I can feel that ♪
♪ You feel that way too ♪
♪ ls when I fall in love ♪ It's nervous time. Time is running out. We got a fast break.
-♪ With you ♪ -He's blocked from entering the lane.
Yo-yoing up and down. Up and down, up and down!
He checks the clock. Time is running out.
He's been in the paint for a long time.
He's going for it.
Shoots off the iron, rebound, put it up. It's dangling on the rim.
No, yes, no, yes, no.
Rebound. He's going for it.
The mustard's off the hot dog.
Another rebound. No harm, no foul.
He pumps up a long one.
Nothing but net. Oh, yes!
He scores! This one's in the refrigerator. The door is closed.
The lights are out, the eggs are cooling.
The butter's getting hard and the Jell-O is jiggling!
A picnicker said she saw a man wet and dripping walk this way.
Well, gather up all these leaves for trace evidence.
Shoot and gut every animal in the park.
Their stomachs might contain something that could be a clue.
Donate the meat to charity.
The hides can be turned into warm socks for the poor.
Grind up the bones for dog food.
I want nothing wasted.
Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Here we are.
A man's footprint...
...the depth of the print indicating the weight and the height of Harrison.
Tire tracks of the kind found in the classic Mercedes-Benz convertible.
The car of choice...
...for a bright, young professional woman.
...maybe a photographer, painter.
A woman with a mysterious past.
A woman who is looking for someone.
I can feel it.
I'm as sure about that as I am that that's an anaconda.
That woman that cut us off in the Mercedes, that fits her to a tee.
License number 381 JPL.
Davy Crockett died for our sins.
Harrison's had somebody helping him all along!
Call Motor Vehicles. Get her address.
-We'll pick her up. -No. No.
There are better ways to find out what a woman knows.
Dinner and a movie, lie to her, say you love her.
That works, but in this case we're going to stake out her place.
She's going to lead us to Ryan Harrison.
Wait, I'm coming. Hey, guys!
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Good afternoon, I'm Ruth Kimball with your hometown news.
For 36 hours, Ryan Harrison, murderer, all-around big dink... has been a fugitive.
Lieutenant Fergus Falls is heading the worldwide manhunt.
Police helicopters, dogs, psychics and thousands of police are involved.
Plus millions of average citizens who would give their left nut...
...to collect the $50,000 reward.
And who couldn't use a bit of extra money?
A couple on a fixed income, a teacher, especially a struggling artist...
...who had to return a large fee because someone hated her portrait.
I personally wouldn't trust someone like that...
...for a million, billion, trillion dollars.
The Columbia Heights Jamboree...
I'm on the 6th floor, apartment 602.
No, he's alone.
No, you don't understand.
This can't wait. This has to happen right now.
Yes. Thank you.
Harrison! Open up! We know you're in there!
It's the police!
Don't go in there!
-What are you doing? -Harrison!
Ryan, ope" "P!
I've got a gun!
Let me in! Right now!
Is that my toilet? Ryan!
You'll never get away, Ryan!
Starting to give!
All right, my angels...
-Patio clear! -lvy needs water!
Den is clear!
I sot Spaghetti!
Watch it! Plate could be hot!
I got a shut door!
We throw a shoe every time we start to gallop.
That man's as slick as a lizard in Jerry Lewis' hair.
Cass Lake, face of an angel.
A caterpillar has 2,087 minute hairs on each leg.
But for the life of me, I cannot tell you why women keep falling...
...for the wrong man.
All right, people! Tag and log everything.
I want carpet fibers. I want wallpaper swatches.
I want all plumbing and wood surfaces analyzed.
So vacuum, cut, chip and suck!
There are two things that frost my butt:
It's a snow cone about that high...
...and the other one is Ryan Harrison.
I don't hear it, people!
-Pediatrics is down the street. -Thank you.
Dr. Kimball to surgery, please. Dr. Kimball.
Dr. Kevorkian to Mr. Simpson's room.
A volcano has erupted!
It's El Nifio!
An ocean liner hit an iceberg!
Thank God you're here, Doctor...Sanchez.
Because of cutbacks, you are the only person on duty.
Doctor, this man's been shot 5 times.
Down at the end in the 10-Bullets-or-Less lane.
I'll adjust that.
Doctor, you'd better take a look at this.
Uh, no, thank you.
Administer 200,000 units of adrenaline.
-But-- -Damn your "but."
I said 200,000 cc's of adrenaline.
Balance and rotate the organs.
Put granny on the gurney.
Put the cop in post-op.
-ICU? -And I see you.
You're a fine nurse.
I want to speak to you.
Isn't that a little fester?
-What? -Just below your eye there.
-Fester? Is it dangerous? -Let me get a good look at that.
Check in, Second Floor Security. Check in, please, Jackson.
I'm searching the west wing. So far, no sign of the intruder.
Okay. Let's go, let's go.
-Security, look behind you. -What?
-Look behind you. -Where?
Look behind you.
Oh. Too late. Go to Radiology.
We should be safe for now.
I followed the diaper truck.
As soon as I saw this hospital, I knew you must be here.
Put your hand in my pocket.
What am I looking for?
I just missed you, baby. We're going to party like it's 1995.
I hoped you'd say those words.
I love you.
You really are something, aren't you?
You believed me just then, didn't you'? How does it feel?
You were lit up like Dennis Rodman at Christmastime.
You really are good!
I do love you, Ryan. I truly do.
And you eat with that mouth?
The Beatles said it best:
"She loves you. Yeah, yeah, yeah."
Listen, Michelle, my belle...
...this nowhere man is the walrus. Kookookachoo.
Up at the apartment, you said you thought I was innocent.
But then visions of a big fat reward...
...danced through your head like sugarplums on steroids.
You made a call, you got a gat...
...and you sicced Johnny Law on me.
You're just a big bully, aren't you?
That gun was for your protection.
I called the airlines to get you a plane to South America, you mean man.
I wish I had a Quarter Pounder with Cheese every time I heard that chestnut.
This little nutcracker is not dancing to your suite anymore, princess.
I found Lauren's letters to Sean in your apartment.
Lauren knew Sean for a long time. You knew that.
You knew she knew him.
Yes, I knew she knew.
I knew Lauren knew Sean.
All right, the truth at last!
Oh, Ryan. They're the only family I have.
Please don't make me choose between you and my family.
Family? Lauren's your sister. And?
Sean is my brother.
Dr. Ross, Dr. Green, Dr. Carter, Dr. Weaver and Dr. Benton...
...please pick up a very large check in the ER.
A man fitting Harrison's description and wearing a meat company shirt...
...has entered the ER.
There are 1,400 beds...
...a staff of 250, 150 individual rooms.
Chances of our finding Cass and Harrison right off...
...are 9,103 to 5.
It is 3:05 p.m.
We should make contact in 14 minutes...
...which makes it exactly...
...3:19 p.m. Let's do it.
Records room. Records room.
Air conditioning duct.
Let's see here.
-Uh, Nurse Anderson. -Yes, Doctor?
Let me see-- Aaaah!
Here it is.
It's a beauty.
It's a work of art.
The barrel is a lightweight titanium alloy.
A retractable Swiss laser scope.
A Rogers Palomino trigger, self-cleaning pump action...
...ribbed for your pleasure.
A Hush Puppy.
Thank you. How are you today? Getting any?
Good, he's taken the bait.
Just give me a second! I'm almost done!
Go, go, go!
We'll lead him to the cornfield. Then we'll kill him.
This is some kind of trap, isn't it?
Just like your sister the night Hibbing was murdered.
-I want you to understand something. -I understand everything, Luscious.
I saw through your lies like Spam in a Ziploc bag.
I wish I could forget all this and go away together.
We can go away right now. I pack light.
Everything we need is right here in my pants.
Listen to me. I was abandoned as a child.
I never knew my mother, my father, my dog.
Yeah, pretty words, Baby Crackers.
Your Popeil Pasta Maker is spewing out fettucini full of lies.
Well, well. What do we have here?
Lookit. Something even the cat wouldn't have drug in.
Pull up a bucket of nightmares and sit down.
I've had enough of you. It's time to dispose of Ryan Harrison...
...the way I killed my dear, late husband.
I should have guessed that you did it, but I didn't.
Oh. Sean Laughrea.
What a happy, big-time family reunion.
You make the Mansons look like the Cleavers.
Family? Us? Me?
I'm your sister. Lauren's our mother.
I'm your mother's identical twin, born ten years apart but identical.
I killed your mother. Penis envy. She was a hermaphrodite.
Morn was my mother and my father?
I dated your real father but chose the life of a freedom fighter.
Well, Miss Thick Bubbly Lips, I found out about Dr. Fridley prosthetic leg.
One carbon steel barrel, magazine of cyanide-tipped bullets.
Nice new weapon. Right, Sean? Signal "yes"...
...by shooting yourself in the head 3 times.
Don't. It's a trick.
Very smart, Harrison, but this is where smart ends...
...and dead begins.
Ruth, as you can see, the U.N. Secretary General, Sir Robert McKintyre...
...has arrived in Columbia Heights...
There's our target.
You killed Hibbing and now McKintyre?
I can't believe it.
I hope what I just told you won't keep you from carrying out our mission.
McKintyre is an enemy to every freedom fighter on this planet.
Yes, of course.
I see you're right.
Good. Let's go.
I'll just finish packing the terrorists' lunches and I'll be right there.
See you in five?
When you shot me at point-blank range I knew you loved me.
Those trophies back at your apartment-- You're a crack shot.
I checked myself for holes. There were just the usual ones.
You tricked them. You were using blanks, right?
Yes. I had to shoot you, Ryan. Otherwise, they would have murdered you.
After searching for my family, I discovered they're terrorists.
And now they're trying to kill my father.
Yes. I just found out my father is the Secretary General of the U.N.
Right. Two can play at that game. We'll set a trap. You stay here.
If they change their plans, you get the word out right away.
If they realize I'm pretending to be one of them, they may try to kill me.
That's a chance I'll have to take. Good luck.
The Columbia Heights Jamboree is proud to welcome...
...Mayor John Stopka...
...and United Nations Secretary General, Sir Robert McKintyre.
Sir Robert, right after the drill team you can begin your speech.
Thank you, Mayor Stopka.
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Look out! He's got a leg!
-Come on, hurry. This way. -All right, sir, this way.
-Come on, Daddy. Come with me. -Daddy?
Get in! Get in!
Get in the bloody van!
Plan "B" a go. "B" a go.
It's Ryan, the bastard! And McKintyre's with him.
Ryan, look out!
Oh, my God, it's Sean! He's got a gun! Go, go, go, go!
Oh, no! A stinger!
What a day!
That van over there!
My gun! Come on.
Quick! Over there.
Move it. Quick now!
Move it. Quick now! Get down! Keep down!
Quickly! Get down! Get down!
There's plenty of room in there! Get in there! Move it, move it!
Dr°P YOU!' guns! Drop 'em!
Give 'em up!
-Hey. Nice work. -Good one.
Stay with me, people!
Fergus Falls, here's the one-armed...
...one-legged, one-eyed man!
Are you frightened, punk?
Did I fire the last bullet...
...or is there is another one in the chamber...
...with your name on it?
Does the thought of death play with your mind?
...gots to know?
Well... you got lucky.
There are no more bullets in the chamber.
Whoops! My mistake!
Well, Lauren... you'll pay the highest price of all where you're going.
Those wet lips and hot kisses will be falling on deaf ears for a long time.
They're all yours, Falls.
Tied up tight, like a bride on her honeymoon night.
And so our tracks have finally come together.
It's time to drive the golden spike.
Ryan Harrison, I say to you, on behalf of law enforcement all over the world...
...you were wrongfully accused.
All right, people, move 'em out!
Close your eyes.
Now don't worry.
I trust you.
Keep your eyes closed.
Now open your eyes.
I feel like I'm flying!