you're in luck, Cuban are the best.
I save this for later.
Jack!
Cowboy...
...what has happened to your hair?
I had it done.
Clint Eastwood style.
You see The Outlaw Josey Wales?
What a flick.
Enough pleasantries.
Let's get down to business.
Dr. Canker.
Miniaturization works
on a dual-chip system.
Don't play with your food.
We have one in our possession now,
and we'll have the other one...
...very soon.
Take what they got.
Fine. I'll take what you got.
You do understand...
...the first chip only miniaturizes.
Both are required...
...for re-enlargement.
We whet their appetites with what we got.
- Good point, Cowboy.
- Thank you.
- Good point, Jack.
- Thank you.
Doctor. The chip, please.
Easy.
There it is.
Hang on, Jack.
Now, I want you to reach out...
...and put it in your pocket.
It's so tiny. Who would think?
Jack, what are you doing?
Take the chip. Don't freeze up on me.
Miss, has the Cowboy ever told you
of his incredible tolerance for pain?
His what?
His ability to withstand pain.
His stoicism is legendary.
Hiding your light under a bushel?
How unlike you.
If that is who you are.
You mind satisfying my curiosity
on that point?
In lieu of champagne,
how about some real pain?
Propane?
Warning: Adrenalin level overload.
You all right, Jack?
No!
Don't worry, Cowboy...
...Dr. Canker has pioneered the field
of limb replacement.
You're generating
too much electrical energy.
I can't hold the balance.
Stay calm, Jack!
Cowboy, stop it. Don't do that.
I was just kidding.
Please, no more.
It was a joke.
I'm begging you. Stop it.
How you doing, Jack?
God in heaven, deliver us from Satan.
It's him. It's Putter.
Get him!
Did you swallow it?
Give it to me. Give it to me.
You've found it.
Don't kill him. Lock him up. The girl, too.
Great. I'm going to get tetanus now.
We got to get out of here.
- Are you going to help?
- No.
What?
Not until you tell me what is going on!
I want to know everything.
You might as well tell her.
- Really?
- Yes, really.
They're preparing the lab now.
Igoe's already on his way.
Good.
I don't think she believes me.
The way you tell it, I wouldn't either.
You talking to him right now?
Yeah.
No.
No.
No, I don't buy that.
This is getting to be a little bit too much.
Okay, I'll just have to prove it to her.
Jack, repeat to Lydia exactly what I say:
Lydia.
Lydia.
I don't blame you for walking out on me
that morning.
I don't blame you for walking out on me
that morning.
But it was my heart that was broken,
not my toe.
But it was my heart that was broken,
not my toe.
What?
Tuck?
It's you.
Let's just wait a second.
Tuck?
I want a moment alone.
I want you to shut off your sensors,
no picture and no sound.
Bad idea, Jack.
What if I can't restore contact?
Look, I want one moment alone.
Alone with Lydia, you mean?
You owe this to me.
Okay, Jack.
Signing off.
I'm not sure what I want to say.
We haven't known each other...
...very long. Less than a day.
They're coming.
So much for words.
Let's go.
Jack, come in.
Jack, do you read me?
I knew I shouldn't have
shut this thing down.
Jack! Where the hell am I?
Mr. Putter, if you please.
Put the girl in my office.
Not to worry, Putter.
We know what we're doing.
We'll use the chip we have
to miniaturize Igoe.
Then inject him into Putter.
He'll locate the pod, eliminate its pilot,
and retrieve the second chip.
Oxygen reserves at 40 percent.
Jack?
I was getting some gum.
Sure, after I check for nail files.
Lydia.
I'm in Lydia.
I'm a dad.
Duane, it's Lydia.
I'm in trouble. I need help.
Call the police and tell them
I'm in a renovated factory near pier 18.
What's up?
I can't talk now, but call Vector-Scope...
...and tell them I've got Tuck Pendelton
and I'm bringing him in.
- And call Pete Blanchard. Got it?
- Yeah, got it.
Ready to inject subject.
Wait a minute.
Once Igoe takes over the pod in Putter,
how do we get the chip