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Are we?

He said no pilots. That means he's flying it.

Probably learned how in 'Nam.

Now, they'll get a bead on whichever clown

takes the controls...

...and take him out

before he leaves the ground.

Here he comes.

- He's gonna let one of us go.

- Oldest first.

That makes sense: Save the one

who will die first of natural causes.

You prick.

- I'm gonna vomit.

- We better get him out of here first.

- No way!

- The hell with him.

- It's been decided. I'm the first to go.

- What?!

- Who decided it?

- I did.

It really isn't your decision,

Mr. Adolf Hitler.

- Have you got my money ready back there?

- It's here.

You're the kind of person that gets

innocent bystanders killed.

They're meeting my first demand.

All right, to show this fascist dictator here

how our system works...

...I'll let you folks decide

who will be the first to go.

- Him!

- Him!

- Him?

- Yes!

Let's... Come on. Come on. Let's go.

Get downwind of me.

Sir, is human life at stake?

The stink of death was in the air.

He said he knew how to make men

sit up and bark.

Oh, don't exaggerate or anything.

And so we have our first report

from inside the bank.

Our first description of this clown

at whom no one is laughing.

Now, that's original.

Steve, Jody, I'll be here

until the last hostage is released.

Can it. Here comes Clarabell.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- What's this?

- It's just a gift.

Okay, it's an Audemars Piguet.

Moon phase, 18-karat gold, alligator band.

Thing cost me 12,ooo,

but it's appreciating every day.

As I say, it's my gift to you.

- Boy, it is nice.

- Isn't it?

- I can't keep this.

- Don't be silly.

No, I would be beholden.

May I buy it?

- I mean, would you take three bills for it?

- Three hundred dollars?

Unless someone makes a higher offer.

Anyone want to go higher than 3oo on this?

It's got a moon on it.

Great. And here's my watch.

It's a Timex...

...and the band is the Twist-o-Flex

by Speidel.

I appreciate this damn thing

more and more every day.

You pig.

Excuse me? Pig?

I doubt it. Think the lady

protests too much, or what?

I think you're just afraid to party

with a real man.

A real man, who has to use a gun...

...who has to dress up like that

and keep people prisoner?

You're not a man.

You're a coward.

Oh, no. No!

She... She does not speak

for the rest of us, Mr. Clown.

We think you're quite brave.

And manly.

You big p*ssy!

I don't believe you.

- You're a bunch of pussies.

- Why don't you take her out next.

You don't need this kind of aggravation.

Hey, chief. On the bus, we've got an

ex-Green Beret under the back seat.

In the motorcycle, we got enough gas

to carry it half a mile.

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