The first 200 lines.
- He's rolling. - Okay, good.
Give him lots of room.
I'll be right out.
Have a great time, Harry.
Thanks.
- Say hi to Monica. - Will do.
Oh, listen, you'll keep an eye on the place for me.
You bet. Send me a postcard from Rome.
Oh, okay.
Harry, it'll work out.
You guys are too good together for it not to.
Thanks.
Looks like our bad guy's on his way to the airport.
Copy. Clear.
Good morning.
Good morning.
Here you go.
Thanks.
- Mister Gordini? - Yes.
- Travelling alone today? - Yeah.
Okay. Stop-over at Miami International.
Final destination, Rome, Italy.
- Luggage? - Two pieces.
You have a change of carrier. You'll have to recheck them...
in Miami for the international leg.
Okay.
Sorry.
Okay, have a nice flight.
Thanks.
Momentito.
I got him. Thanks for everything.
Hey!
- What's going on? - What's the hold up?
It's okay. I got it.
Here we go.
- There he is! Daddy! - Joey!
Hey, boy. Missed you.
- Hi. - Hi, Harry.
- How was your flight? - Good.
We checked the bags through to Rome.
Yeah? So, what's goin' on?
Look.
I thought that we weren't gonna bring one of those.
Well, it's not that big of a deal, Harry.
- and he really loves it. - Yeah?
Let's go get my bags.
Watch this.
Hey, Joey.
I think you've grown about this much in the last two months.
Joey, hello? Hey.
And see if you can find my bags.
- There's two of 'em. - Sure.
We just need to give him some time to get used to you again.
Yeah, I know.
How 'bout you?
Oh, maybe.
- I missed you. - I missed you, too.
Every day.
You know, about my job...
I can learn to like it.
That's optimistic.
I just wanna be there for Joey.
Honey, Joey would rather you came home once a week...
from a job that you loved...
as opposed to coming home every day from a job that makes you miserable.
When you're happy, we're happy.
Simple as that?
- I don't think so. - Look, Harry...
- I am going to try... - Dad, there's our suitcase!
Joey, that looks like ours, but that one's got a white ribbon.
Just keep lookin'.
Freeze!
Freeze!
Freeze!
Down! Get down!
Freeze!
Down. Don't move.
Adolfo Jones?
The one and only.
Gotcha.
Hey. How'd you organize the extra seat?
Conned a few people. You know me.
I'm just glad we're together.
Why didn't you just force it?
And have Mister Jones sue me for damaging his property?
No, we do this by the book.
What the hell is this?
What does it look like?
Outside.
The bastard pulled a switch on us.
Look at him, grinning like a monkey.
He didn't pull any switch. He's just as surprised as we were.
What difference does it make? We're burned. We got zip.
We got the mule on videotape loadin' the powder into that suitcase.
Yeah? What powder?
He walks. They all walk.
Come on, gentlemen. I have a dinner engagement.
I'd hate to keep the young lady waiting.
Unlock him.
Oh, no.
You put 'em on, you take 'em off.
Excuse me.
Oh.
I almost forgot.
Hey, Joey...
did you know that Grandpa Joe and Grandma Angela came from here?
They came from an island actually called Sardinia.
Remember I showed you on the map?
Remember that?
Sure. Sardinia. Like sardines.
Well, anyway, we're gonna stay here in Rome for a couple of days...
and then we're off to Sardinia.
That's where we're diving?
You got it, man.
When I was a little boy...
my father used to whip me...
till I told the truth.
So...
again, Miguel...
you checked the suitcase at L.A.X.
And then what?
No.
That's enough! Please!
With all due respect, sir
they do this kind of thing every day.
Successfully.
Then some jerk comes down from Washington...
to supervise and it all goes to hell.
Alright, bottom line it for me.
Adolfo Jones?
I don't have him.
I'll get him next time, I guess.
Not good enough, John.
Sir, you don't seem to understand...
No, Agent Baines, I understand perfectly.
You are going to nail Adolfo Jones.
- Any questions? - Suppose I can't?
I picked you personally for this one, John. Don't let me down.
I'd hate to have to cut you from the team.
You know what I mean?
- Yes, sir. - Atta boy, John.
Good hunting.
I guess it wasn't his fault.
Two identical suitcases?
Both with white ribbon? Never happen.
It happened.
Are you certain?
A million-to-one accident.
Some lucky passenger walked off with the goods.
I don't understand why you had to fly up here for this.
Twenty kilos of 'Pura' wholesale at two hundred thou.
I accept the responsibility.
I'll pay the money.
Tell my uncle, he knows I'm good for it.
I wish it were that simple.
Your uncle, Don Pablo, put you in charge of this shipment...
for a reason.
Who's your newest man?
- Ramon, why? - Is he married?
No.
Venga!
This is a new product, Ramon.
Try it. Tell me what you think of it.
You see, we do have a problem, Adolfo.
It isn't Pura in that suitcase.
It's something we've been working on for ten years.
A symptom of some kind.
I don't pretend to understand it. I'm not a scientist.
But it's a concentrated form of Pura.
One thousand times as powerful. Can you believe it?
So...
the merchandise in that suitcase...
was not worth two hundred thousand dollars.
It is worth two hundred million dollars!
The fact that you are Don Pablo's nephew will not protect you.
You seven days to recover the merchandise.
You got a key for that, kiddo?
What are you watching?
I don't know.
Did you bring my snorkel?
Oh gosh.
I think it's Italian P.B.S.
Where is it? I want my snorkel.
Hold on. I got it right here.
Oh, no. Come on, you guys. We're gonna miss the whole day.
Let's go.
Come on. I'll race you to the elevator. Come on. Go!
And this is the flight the mule was on.
A hundred and fifty-eight passengers. And we are gonna trace every one.
All we have workin' for us is Adolfo Jones' face...
and his reaction.
When we opened up that suitcase, he was more surprised than we were.
The last thing he was expecting was diving gear.
So, we guessing accidental switch.
The mule just took the wrong bag off the carousel.
John Q. Passenger's gonna be real surprised when he unpack his snorkel.
Does he live in Miami or L.A.?
Wait a second...
wasn't there like two of everything?
They were adult-size and kid-size.
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