Christmas. CONClERGE: We'd like to offer you... a complimentary suite while you're here. It's a penthouse with a view of the park. I think you'll find it satisfactory. It was recently vacated by the Countess of Worcestershire. What kind of hotel allows a child to check in alone? The boy had a very convincing story. What kind of idiots are working here? The finest in New York. PETER: When you discovered the credit card was stolen-- I made the discovery. Why did you let him leave? When we attempted to confront him, he ran. You scared him away. KATE: It's Christmas Eve, and because of you... our child is lost in one of the biggest cities in the world. Could you take our family and our luggage up to the room? Yes, sir. Run along, Cedric. I'm going down to the police station... and make sure they're trying to find Kevin. I want you to stay with the kids. -No. I'm going to look for him. -What? With all due respect, madam... your son is lost in one of the biggest cities in the world. Could you stay out of this, please? As you wish. Thank you. I don't think it's a good idea... for you to run around New York City all by yourself. If our son can do it, I can do it. Peter, I'll be fine. The way I'm feeling... no mugger or murderer would dare mess with me. CONClERGE: Madam, there are hundreds of parasites... armed to the teeth-- Do bundle up. It's awfully cold outside. [Clock chiming] Marv, Marv, come on. Let's go. Marv... crowbars up. Merry Christmas, Harry. Happy Hanukkah, Marv. MARV: This is more money than I can even count. HARRY: Makes you wonder why we spent so much time... robbing private homes. MARV: Ha ha! MARV: The amazing thing is, we're fugitives from the law... we're up to our elbows in cash... and nobody even knows about it. He's back! He took our picture! How did my hair look? KEVlN: This is it. No turning back. Another Christmas in the trenches. No! [Alarm bell ringing] Wow. HARRY: That's it. Get the money! I'll kill him! That little friggin' son of a dirty... -I'm coming, Harry! -Marv! HARRY: Aah! Harry? Uhhh... Harry! That was incredible! [Mutters] I twisted my ankle on that board there. -Where is he? -Hey, guys, smile! HARRY: Come on. Come on! Help me. MARV: I got you. I got you. Taxi! Times Square. MARV: Where'd he go? KEVlN: I'm up here! Come and get me! Let's kill! Hold on, pea-brain. We got busted last time... because we underestimated that little bundle of misery. This ain't like the last time. This ain't his house. The kid's running scared. He ain't got a plan. May I do the thinking, please? Thank you. Sonny! Yes? HARRY: Nothing would thrill me more greatly... than to shoot you. Knocking off a youngster... ain't going to mean all that much to me, understand? KEVlN: Mm-hmm. But since we're in a hurry, I'll make a deal with you. You throw down your camera... and we won't hurt you. You'll never hear from us again. OK? You promise? I cross my heart and hope to die. OK. OK, kid, give it to me. MARV: Ohh... Direct hit! How many fingers am I holding up, Marv? Eight? OK, kid. You want to throw bricks? Go ahead! Throw another one! If you can't do any better than that, kid... you're gonna lose! Harry... no. You got any more? Come on, Marv. Get up. He's out of bricks. Ha ba... -What? -[Gibberish] -What? -[Gibberish] HARRY: What? That did it! Nobody throws bricks at me and gets away with it! Marv, get up. You go this way, I'll go around back. Harry? Harry? Harry? Huh? [Clack] Yeow! [Muttering] Oh! [Muttering] Ohh! [Muttering] MARV: Harry, I've reached the top! Whoa--Aah! [Vertebrae crackle] Ahh. [Muttering] Yaah! HARRY: Ha ha ha ha ha! You got to do better than this, kid! Ha ha ha-- Ohh... Uh! -[Crack] -Aah! Wow. What a hole. Whoa! Whoa! Oh! Oh! Aah! Aah! Uh-oh. Oh! Little creep! [Muttering] Ah! Aah! Ohh! Ohh! [ ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Токийские сумерки на английском - текст Вельд на английском - текст Перегон на английском - текст Бетховен: Большой бросок на английском - текст Чародеи на английском |