Hudson Hawk
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:23:01
Yes!
:23:03
I stuck my neck out
getting this for you Limey bastards.

:23:08
Where's my cut?
:23:18
So much for his cut.
:23:22
Forgive my dry British humor.
:23:25
I think Gates
promised Hawk a cut, too.

:23:36
- Are you taking the Concorde back?
- Always.

:23:41
I collect the frequent-flyer points.
:23:47
Ta-ta, Hudson Hawk.
:23:52
- Yo, Five-Tone.
- Did I miss anything?

:23:55
You always ask me that.
Gates just got himself killed.

:24:02
I bet you went up to Mrs. Lincoln at
the Ford Theatre and asked her that.

:24:12
- You should get this looked at.
- Gates was killed?

:24:16
The Butler did it. He took Mr. Ed
and busted it over Gates' head.

:24:23
He said it was made
by Leonardo da Vinci.

:24:27
I consider it to be the prize
of tonight's equestrian auction.

:24:34
- Horse things.
- All right, Mr. PBS, you got me.

:24:38
Morning edition. It says
two thieves attempted to steal it.

:24:43
But three brave guards saved it.
:24:46
Attempted? I didn't want
to steal it, but I do have my pride.

:24:51
- I don't understand.
- Forget it.

:24:55
I'm tired of this.
Cops, mafia, butlers ...

:24:58
Stealing things that aren't stolen.
It's all too goddamn peculiar.


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