you'll have to extinguish that cigar.
There is nothing like a good cigar.
Eh, partner?
- Hey, there she is!
- Where?
I saw her out of the corner of your eye.
Honk the horn! Honk the horn!
Pull over!
- You see her?
- Yeah.
What do you think you're doing?
Does Tuck Pendelton know
you have his car? No!
He'd sooner trust you
with his life than with his car.
Here we go.
You're wearing Tuck's jacket. Why?
- Lydia, shut up and listen.
- Lydia, shut up and listen.
You said that good.
Tuck's in trouble. He needs your help.
Tuck is being held for ransom.
In a manner of speaking, yes.
We need a certain microchip
to get him back.
Unfortunately it was taken
from Vector-Scope labs this morning.
So there was a break-in! How did Tuck....
- How did you get involved in this?
- Me?
- It's a long story.
- Good. Reporters love long stories.
Don't let her take control
over the conversation.
Be aggressive. Dominate her.
Don't be a wuss-puss. Be me.
Look, Lydia,
you're just going to have to trust me.
There's no time to explain.
We only have until 9:00 a. m. tomorrow.
That's good.
9:00 tomorrow morning?
Can't we negotiate for more time?
No, we...
Where is he? Where are they keeping him?
Where?
Close by.
In the area.
In the immediate area, vicinity.
- It's difficult to know...
- Who has him?
Would you excuse me for a second?
I'll be right back.
I blew it. I can't handle her.
No. You didn't do so bad.
She's a tough cookie.
She's a beautiful tough cookie.
You're a lucky guy.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- Nothing. I just hate this.
Why can't we tell her the truth?
She might even believe us.
- Besides, it's humiliating being this small.
- What's so bad about being small?
You won't be small forever.
Play with it, pal, but don't talk to it.
Who was that?
Never mind.
- Tuck!
- Yeah?
Just checking.
Hold it.
This is a Taser gun,
deploying a charge of 20,000 volts.
It will immobilize you for 15 minutes
and in all probability...
...will render you unconscious as well.
So I would let go of that man!
No!
Electrical system overload!
Somebody call the police!
Jack.
Are you all right?
We had a massive power surge.
Jack, what is going on?
Your heart rate's way down. Talk to me.
I'm....
Jack?
You had me worried.
I thought I'd lost you.
Where are we, a meat locker?
- I'm freezing.
- You're freezing?
Jack, what is that loud clicking sound?
Mr. Scrimshaw?
Who are these people? Where are we?
Jack?
Dr. Canker, get in here!
This is a doctor?
Well?
Mild hypothermia.
We need him alive.
Oh, yes. He should be alive.
Bring a blanket.
Let me take care of him.
I know how to warm him up.
Knock it off, Margaret.
You're riding in the Subzero.
Very well.
- Aren't you riding in the limo?
- No, go ahead.
I'm staying back here with my friend Jack.
Nuclear weapons, Jack.
They mean nothing. Everybody's got them.
Nobody has the balls to use them.
Am I right?
"Space," you say. Space is a flop.
Didn't you know that?
An endless junkyard of orbiting debris.
But...
...miniaturization, Jack!
That's the ticket. That's the edge
that everybody's been looking for.
Who will have that edge, Jack?
What country will control miniaturization?
Frankly, I don't give a shit.
I'm only in this for the money.
And that's why
we've got to get that little pod...
...out from inside of you!
This guy is definitely not operating
on all eight cylinders.
Jack, sitting here, freezing as we are...
...I'm reminded of the year I spent
working in the Alaskan goldfields.
Glance around slowly
so I can get a lay of the land.
- I was a young man then...
- Come on.
...much younger than yourself,
but twice as big.
Hold up. Wait. Go back to the doors.
Those were memorable times.
Okay, Jack.
This is it. The doors are unlocked.
This is your moment.
It all comes down to this.
You're not the same man
you were this morning.
You're better, stronger.
You're a man in control of your destiny!