Home Alone 3

Ten million dollars

for the missile chip.

Not a plan...

...but the chip itself.

Why the big price?

My clients have requested it.

I honor my clients' requests.

Sounds like your clients...

...want to build a missile

that can't be detected by radar.

I don't ask questions, Mr. Beaupre.

But whoever possesses this chip

could dominate the entire region.

- Good night, George.

- Good night, Mr. Cooper.

- He's clean.

- Here.

That's what you asked for.

Air Force NSB-100, C series.

If that goes in a missile,

air defenses can't stop it.

Look, I got a plane to catch.

Where's my money?

Here.

Hide it in the toy car.

We'll slip it right past

airport security.

Let's go.

Welcome to San Francisco

International Airport.

Do not leave your bags unattended.

Please remove your jewelry.

Let's go.

Ma'am, you have to wait.

Thank you.

Next, please.

Oh, my God.

Move. Move!

Young man!

The Dallas, Miami, New York

and Denver lounges. Nothing.

Bars, restaurants, club lounge, clean.

When I was in the john,

I didn't see anything in there.

It has to be on a plane.

We are going to Chicago.

In the winter?

I packed tropical.

Welcome to Chicago,

where it's 29 degrees outside.

Welcome to Chicago.

Bye-bye.

Here you go, sir.

Mr. Beaupre!

Mr. Unger, Mr. Jernigan.

Excuse me.

- Out of my way.

- Move.

- Did you check any bags, ma'am?

- No. Floor it!

She's leaving.

That's him.

Excuse me, pop.

Can I ask you something?

What?

You had a fare from the airport

around 1620 hours, January 8.

Senior citizen, female, Caucasian.

- What?

- About 4:
30 today. Old broad.

- Oh, yeah.

- You got an address on that?

North Devon Park, Washington Street.

Describe the house, please.

Big, old...

... Tudor-like place.

- Details.

- Christmas lights, wreath on the door.

Christmas tree by the driveway,

and the driveway...

...was the only one

on the block not shoveled.

I'm done, Mrs. Hess.

I'm exhausted and sweaty...

...but you can't see

because I'm covered up.

You were to deal

with the snow promptly.

- Yes, but...

- "Buts" are for ashtrays.

I don't care for excuses. We had

an understanding and you broke it.

- Your word is worthless.

- Sorry. That'll be no charge.

So you can tell the neighbors

I stiffed you on a job?

Is this a loaf of the famous

San Francisco sourdough bread?

This won't make

a very tasty sandwich, will it?

Because of some silly,

inconsiderate boob who took my bag...

...I left my bread in San Francisco!

Pardon me, Mrs. Hess,

but I think I'm almost, maybe...

...possibly, probably

gonna be late for my dinner.

Consider this your payment.

I have no use for it.

Thank you.

And have your mother teach you...

...that it is rude to scratch

yourself in front of a lady.

Good night, Alex.

Jeez.

What a grouch.

They're all old...

...most of them are Tudor...

...all have wreaths

and Christmas trees...

...and the snow's all shoveled.

There are 14 houses.

The toy car must be in one of them.

We'll have to search them all.

- We'll come back when it's light.

- We're gonna work in daylight?

It's the suburbs, Mr. Unger.

Nobody's home during the day.

There you go, Speedy.

Charlie, I told you last year,

and I'm telling you now...

...I can't work weekends.

- Why not?

- I've got three kids and a husband.

That's Mary Lou. She has no life.

It means nothing to her

to work weekends, but I can't.

My house is half-renovated.

My kids have activities.

They need to see us doing more

than running to the car.

I can't explain over the phone why

we're so excited about this product.

I'll be in Cleveland on Wednesday.

Yeah, Wednesday. We'll talk

about it then. Face to face.

Yeah, man to man.

Your brother's bug!

Careful! Careful!

Bull's-eye!

Three from downtown.

And the crowd goes wild.

Oh, man.

I hope they're not...

Alex slammed the seat

down on his thing again!

Bull's-eye.

Alex, what happened?

I had nothing to do with it.

I'm innocent!

I gotta go. My kid slammed

the seat on his thing again.

I'll call you back.

Alex?

Keep that in your mouth.

Chickenpox.

With all due respect...

...this is to get out of his science

project because his bug died.

What?

- His face doesn't look that bad.

- His body's covered.

- Would that include his buttocks?

- Shut up!

This is great. If he scratches

his spots, we can call him scar-butt.

- Leave.

- Goodbye.

- I'll make you some soup.

- I'll bring the TV up.

I'm so sorry.

Hey. Don't scratch.

Keep that under your tongue.

I'll be back.

Nice family. Huh, Doris?

- You guys should get going.

- See you later, Dad.

Greenfield's 401 k is in the Effa fund.

You have it in the Midcap fund.

That's where your 3000 shortfall is.

I have to put you on hold one sec.

Alex, I'm on with the office!

So I think that what we...

I'm sorry.

Can I call you back in a minute?

Gotcha.

You rang?

Thirsty?

Thanks, Mom.

- Here we are.

- I wish my husband could be here.

It's a cozy little place.

Isn't this charming!

And it's available immediately.

My boys are just gonna love it here.

Yes, they will.

Plus, special care and feeding tips,

next on Pets on Parade.

Look, Doris.

If you think that was amusing,

wait till you see what I do next.

Oh, yeah.

- Sit!

- I can't wait for next week.

I hate dogs.

Charlie, you know I can't come in.

Alex is sick.

Melling's reviewing the proposal.

- You're kidding.

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