Boss, here's today's sales report...
Robbers! Everybody, get down!
No! Let me go!
Want a blast? Step right up! I'm giving them away as presents!
Damn!
What's this? Nothing but ten dollar bills?!
What the hell were you thinking of?
Cops! Hey! Do something! Didn't you hear me?
Hey, will we be all right? There's more of them coming!
We'll take the prearranged route.
Unit 52, currently in pursuit of suspect vehicle. Approaching Dearborn, over.
Roger. Maintain pursuit.
I'll lose them!
What the hell's this?
Well, how do you like that?
Cut the comedy! Change course!
Break through that fence! You should be able to get to the other side!
Don't worry about hitting him! We'll sandwich him with that trailer!
What were you looking at, you jerk?!
They're all trashed! Damn!
Get that thing out of the way!
We gotta get after them!
I just knew it'd be the Roadbuster!
Dammit!
$45 thousand... exactly.
Hold on a sec!
Got a problem?
With what we made this time, that's unfair!
Not getting enough is your problem, not mine.
I did my part. I'm taking what we agreed upon.
Hey! The next job—
No thanks!
You're such amateurs that it's doubtful whether you'd earn my shipping tees.
Besides, I'm through working for dumb jerks who use kids as accomplices!
Come on, get in!
Let's go.
Okay!
Bean? You in there? Here I come!
Wake up, Bean! It's 10:30 already! BEAN!
Well? Are you awake now?
Rally, your wake-up technique leaves a lot to be desired!
Were you planning to fry my eyeball?
You didn't wake up when I used the stun gun!
So anyway, how'd it go last night? Did you get the money okay?
Uh-huh. But I've had enough of that
trigger-happy airhead and his pint-sized partner.
So what's our schedule for the rest of the week?
Never mind the week; there's nothing on for the month.
Huh?
I tell you, even our $40 thousand minimum fee is too expensive.
Unless we lower our prices and get more jobs, we can't go on.
Our prices aren't the issue.
Our problem is that we can't advertise.
Is the wiretap on the police phone still in place?
Yeah, but there's nothing interesting on it.
Could that be... a customer?
I wish...
Who's there?
I have a delivery request. Please let me in!
This ain't UPS, fella!
This is a request for the Roadbuster!
Please let me in! I'm not the police!
Hang on a sec.
Please help us!
We've just escaped from a gang of kidnappers!
Inspector!
Eh..?
The Chief calls you.
Oh, all right.
Hmm, that's a nice car. ls it a Mustang?
No, a Cobra! A Shelby Cobra GT-500!
With this, I'll run that damn Roadbuster right off the road!
With a Shelby engine, souped up to 355 hp, it's one big machine!
Maximum torque, 58 kilos!
She's got Goodyear Eagle tyres and B. B. Stein shocks!
That Roadbuster's finally going to be busted!
That slime ball's trashed 74 police cars!
This time he'll pay!
The Chief's on the fourth floor?
Y—Yes, sir.
What can I do for you, Chief?
Percy! Could you open doors quietly, for a change?
You sent for me just to tell me that?
No, for work, you dummy!
That Roadbuster case you're always working on...
Leave it to me! I've finally found a car that can take his out.
You can forget about it for now.
Two days ago...
the daughter of the president of the Grimwood Company was kidnapped.
Get on the case!
You've got to be kidding!
Why do I have to work on a lousy kidnapping case?
What do you mean, "lousy"?
Do you know how much tax the Grimwood Conglomerate pays this city?
If the kid gets killed, the mayor will have our heads.
Then you won't be able to go after that courier.
What have we got?
Chelsea Grimwood. Age 11. Last seen the evening of the 14th.
So, uh...
Morris.
Okay, Mr. Morris...
why didn't you just go straight home, or run to the cops?
They seem to be a big organisation, and may have infiltrated the police.
I couldn't possibly get Miss Grimwood to the mansion.
It was a miracle that we made it here.
Please! Take us to the mansion in your car.
You'll be paid a more than adequate fee.
How'd you know about this office?
The Grimwood Conglomerate also has an intelligence agency.
You're already a well-known figure there.
Bean! It's true.
They were talking about it on the police line.
This was recorded ten minutes ago.
She's probably been spirited away into the kiddie-porn underground.
She's Grimwood's daughter, and 11 years old to boot!
The perverts will be drooling over her!
Don't get so upset. Why don't you go to the meetings or something?
You know I don't like conducting investigations like that!
You'd only have to show up!
My man Percy!
For 50 grand, you've got a deal.
You'll take it?
Cash in full, on arrival.
Of course!
Is he dead?
He'd have to be a zombie to be alive with his brains blown out.
What about the girl?
Over there.
I kicked the chair over before the glass blew out.
She didn't catch a single shot!
She's still asleep!
They must have given her a really potent drug.
Bean, are you all right?
Oh, I'm so glad you're concerned about me!
There, perfect condition!
Rally! Where's the tape?
I am Morris Grey, a bodyguard of the Grimwood family.
As you are a first-class courier, I'd like to ask—
It'll be difficult getting them to trust us with just this tape.
I wonder if we can get them to pay up?
Well, 50 grand might be a bit steep, so it'll depend on their response.
If they think we kidnapped her, or we screw up somehow...
we'll just drop off the kid and split.
You're being awfully gentle about this. What's wrong?
Child abductions just aren't my strong suit, you know.
Hey, you don't suppose those gunmen were part of the kidnapping group?
But they just started shooting, without trying to get their hostages back...
Strange, isn't it? Is anyone else mad at you?
Loads of people.
Bean! What're we going to do about our client?
I'll call the Fixer later on.
What? You're putting me on!
Well, the manager of the Ontario Warehouse gave us the tip.
Is it really him?
It seems a security camera picked it up...
Here!
The Roadbuster!
Yes, but you'll never guess who was in the back seat!
Look what the computer enlargement shows!
H—Hey, that's!
Yes, Chelsea Grimwood. No doubt about it. Outfit's the same, too.
It's a sure bet the Roadbuster is involved in the kidnapping.
I see!
We can go after him with impunity!
Good work!
Just you wait, Roadbuster!
I'll finish you off for sure.
I'll run you over until your brains spill out!
How are you feeling, Mr. Grimwood?
Not good. Terrible.
You take mustard?
Yes, plenty. Can I ask you something..?
What?
My daughter, Chelsea... you will return her safely, right?
I'd imagine that she's either at home or with the police by now.
I see... Would you let me watch TV or listen to the radio?
No way! Semmer will get mad at me.
Exactly what is she to you?
She's my lover!
H—How old are you, anyway?
It's not polite to ask a lady her age!
Anyway, hurry up and eat.
We're leaving here right after Semmer gets back.
Uh, just a moment...
Uh... no, never mind.
Uh, just a sec...
What?!
No, this is for real. I need to go to the bathroom.
Semmer's got the key to your leg cuffs, it that's what you want.
Well, I can wait on No. 2, but I can't hold off on No. 1 much longer.
No problem. There's a porta-potty under the table.
Uh... Would you step outside for a moment?
But you'll have a hard time with those cuffs on.
Shall I help?
No, that's all right.
No! We can't have you making a mess on the carpet.
Let me help you.
No, no, I still haven't had a shower today. I'm filthy.
Then I'll clean it up!
H—Hey, you!
It's okay. I'm great at it. Semmer always praises me.
Stop it!
Uh, sorry...
What'd you do that for? I was just being nice!
How'd you like me to slice it off?
Little girls shouldn't do things like that.
Don't preach to me, old man!
You've done terrible things behind your nice-papa act, haven't you?
You don't understand.
Nobody gets rich by being a nice guy!
Did she tell you that?
Yes! She tells me all the time!
And you believe what that thug tells—
"That thug", you called me?
Among my acquaintances, I'm considered a lady!
Semmer!
Welcome back!
Hello, Carrie...
is what I want to say, but...
I wonder if you're not being overly hospitable to our hostage.
Uh-oh... you saw that...
Don't you dare... try to put one over on me... you little slut!
Stop it!
I'm... I'm sorry... Mistress...
Maybe I haven't been hard enough on you.
I'm sorry. I won't do it anymore, I promise, so please...
If you do anything like this again...
Stop it!
I'll obey your every word, Mistress... Please forgive me...
All right, we're leaving. Get your stuff together.
Okay!
You rotten bitch—
Now, now...
That's not nice.
Hostages shouldn't talk like that.
My daughter..?
I left her with a pro.
With luck, she should already be home.
A pro?
Bean Bandit. Maybe you know of him?
The Roadbuster. I've heard a lot about him.
Well, if he puts on his trademark show...
it'll make it much easier for us to get away.
What do you mean by—
I suggest that you shut up.
For the time being, you are a well-paying guest...
so I'd hate to have to get rough.
Now it's departure time. Come with me.
Who are you clowns?
Never mind who we are! Is this the Grimwood residence?
Let's see some ID!
I came at the request of a guy who used to be a guard here.
Put me through to the Chairman.
I can't put anyone through without proof of identity!
You got an appointment?
Main gate!
Go on through!
Heh. Thank you!
My, my, all these nice men gathering around us.
I wonder what they do when they're not so busy?
Drink, smoke, watch TV, and gamble... Just like the gangs.
Uh, testing, testing. Dear gentlemen of the House of Grimwood!
Thank you for such a magnificent reception! I'm a courier.
I can't tell you my name for certain reasons...
but I've brought Miss Chelsea here at the request of your colleague, Morris.
They escaped from a gang of kidnappers.
Open the door! Let Miss Chelsea out now!
Unlock your door and put your hands on your head!
I'm going to play a testimonial tape now.
I'm Morris Grey, a bodyguard for the Grimwood Family—
Inspector! The Roadbuster's at the Grimwood Estate!
Hey! Who's covering the Grimwood place now?
Akira and Terry, sir.
Ha! Those bozos!
But why would he show up there?
Word is he brought the Chelsea girl with him!
What?!
Keep your eyes on the road, please!
What's he up to?
I don't know!
Don't tell me the ransom has been paid out already...
Come on! Move it!
Cash, in full, on arrival.
Of course!
And that's it. 50 grand, just like the man said.
Is that all you got to say?
There are no guards here named Morris.
Where's the Chairman and the money?
I don't follow you.
Mr. George Grimwood, the Chairman!
He took $2 million to make the trade with you bastards this morning!
Er... Well...
Enough! We can talk later.
Right now, get out of that junkheap!
What the hell... What did you just say?
I said, get out of that piece of crap car, now!
That's one hell of a clunker you're driving!
Bean!
Move it!
What are you putting on your seat belt for?
Get out, punk! Move it, I said!
Don't get smart with me!
Bulletproof! Damn piece of crap!
Piece of crap? Junkheap? The hell you say?!
Uh-oh!
Hi! You awake, Miss?
Oh no!
Oh no! Let me go! Hey, let me go!
Miss, calm down..! Bean!
We tried. Now we forget the 50 grand drop her off and split.
Save me, Papa!
Okay, let her out!
An anti-tank rifle! Get us out of here!
This is the Police! Open that gate! Move it!
You jerks listen up! Block that gate no matter what!
Yo, Percy my man! How's life?
Roadb... buster...
Nice car you got there. GT-500?
Yeah. I finally found just the right car to waste you in.
You mean, just right to be wasted by me in, right?
Heh! I can't believe that a bozo who's stooped to kidnapping children...
still has the nerve to brag!
Who's kidnapping children?
Shut up! I've got evidence. Hey, Dick!
Uh, yes, sir?
Show it to him.
You'll get ten years for this, at least!
I don't know what you're talking about.
Yeah? Then what about that kid in your back seat?
If I drop her off, they'll shoot me up with a 20mm cannon, ya know...
Say what?!
See? I haven't even let her out yet and already they're firing at me. So long!
After them!
Oh no, the broken glass..!
Morons!
Shouldn't we take off from O'Hare? After all, it's the closest.
Don't be an idiot!
It's also the first place the bastard will check...
once our little deception is exposed.
The bastard..?
Right!
He's a professional driver who's wrecked dozens of police cars...
in the process of helping many criminals to escape!
The cops aren't likely to catch him.
So he'll keep on drawing the attention of the police away from us, right?
You got it.
Hey, wait, wait a second! What do you think you're doing?
What does it look like I'm doing? I'm going to fill 'er up.
Fill 'er up? There's not much time left before the plane leaves!
I'll get it all done in fifteen minutes! I want to stock up on munchies, too.
Now, hold on a moment! We will make it, right?
We will, with a full tank.
Welcome. May I have your—
Because, if we hadn't done it...
we'd all have been in danger!
They thought we were the kidnappers!
They started shooting at us, without giving us time to drop you off.
And on top of that, they opened up on us with a 20mm cannon!
Naturally, I want to get you home safely...
Oh, don't concern yourself.
but it's not possible right now, so...
I'll have 30 spareribs and a case of Bud.
please, until this is settled, help us out.
What about you two?
Oh, I'll have a sand—
Strawberry pudding and milk!
So you finally talked. It's good that your stomach is honest.
Add a sandwich, a strawberry pudding and a milk, okay?
Thanks! Coming right up!
Now let's see... Get a load of this!
This explains the cops coming down on me like a ton of bricks.
You're sure this isn't you, sweetie?
Uh-huh, that's not me.
But she'd already been kidnapped by that time...
and was wearing these same clothes...
That bastard from last night was either one of the kidnappers...
or else Mr. Big himself.
Hello! Yeah, it's me...
Oh..? Uh-huh... I see... All right... Thanks.
Sweetie? You said you don't know any guards named Morris, right?
Uh-huh.
So he is involved?
Yeah. That was the Fixer.
He said there were no dead bodies in the office.
Which means...
He played dead and split!
Hey! The guards said there was a $2 million payoff this morning.
They foisted her off on us as a decoy while they made their getaway.
With $2 million!
Yep, with $2 million!
$2 million?!
That's right!
How do we find them?
Good question...
I'm hungry. Is the pudding here yet?
I'm telling you, Bean, it's your fault for getting caught by that camera!
What should I have done?
The road was blocked! It was the only way I could get through!
Then you should've gone over it!
There was a big rig blocking the road!
What's that?
It's a big trailer, an 18-wheeler.
It was blocking the whole damn road!
Hey, maybe it was one of the kidnappers...
Makes sense, now that I think about it.
What kind of truck was it?
I think it was a Scania, a red one...
Eh..? There! Just like that one!
It was the same colour, and the long side was facing us...
and the cop cars smashed into it...
That truck! Rally! Shoot!
What?
That's the truck I'm talking about! The one from last night!
Oh, really!
Bean?! Son of a bitch!
Using the same truck for both the trap and the getaway...
What a bunch of idiots!
You don't make me look like a criminal and escape with a slap on the wrist!
I'm gonna make mincemeat out of you!
Stay cool. It's okay to get wild...
so long as you don't send that $2 million up in smoke.
I know, I know. I'm going to get every last cent!
The big prize should be in the trailer. I'll unhook it!
Hey, wait!
The accelerator will stay put! Take the wheel!
Bean!
That was too much, you idiot!
Oh, sorry...
What's going on?
I thought the trailer was going to get wiped out!
That Roadbuster clown has found us!
Things are going to get bumpy, so hang on!
You're not getting away!
Oh shit!
Damn!
Screw it! If it's come down to this, then...
Come on! Faster! They're gaining on us!
Well, I'll tell you... I've got an ace-in-the-hole.
Get my bag up off the floor!
Hey, where is it?
Sorry about that...
Idiots! That's a dead end!
Rick's dead. We're getting out in this.
Are they that desperate?
Bean! Hit the brakes!
That did it!
SHIT!
DAMN!
Hey! Where are you..?
They'll get us it we stay on the highway!
We'll lose them in the city!
Well, that was fun, Mr. Morris.
Now it's my turn!
Hey, Bean! Our little princess seems to have passed out again.
I like it quiet.
Now I can settle down and collect that $2 million, with interest.
Interest?
The bastards' lives!
Inspector, please don't be so angry!
You were right in front of him, so there was nothing we could do!
If anyone had fired, you might have been hit!
Shut up!
I spared no effort to hunt up this Cobra!
I also invested no small amount of time and money in restoring it!
And because of my incompetent subordinates, it gets wasted!
I'd have to be nuts not to be royally pissed oft!
Listen! Screw up like this again...
Zebra 6, come in... Zebra 6, come in...
and I'll bash your head in!
This is Zebra 6. What is it?
Uh, yes, sir!
We've located the Roadbuster.
What?!
He's proceeding east on Grand Avenue at high speed.
Isn't Grand Avenue..?
All right!
One more time!
Roadbuster..!
Shove it, asshole!
That hurt, shithead!
Wait a second. This is a ten-gauge solid slug!
They use these at roadblocks!
Calling all cars! The suspects are heading west on Hubbard!
Block the road with your cars it you have to, but stop them!
They've passed through La Salle Street!
Haul ass! Whatever you do, don't lose them!
Rally! We're going to take them out in one shot!
I'll swing around to their left! You blow a hole through their engine!
Do you think a KTW .44 Magnum will be sufficient?
Excellent!
No good, Inspector! They got away!
I know that already! Get out of the way!
Okay! Fire!
NO! My Papa's in that car!
Rally..!
Sorry!
Never underestimate a V12 engine!
A drag race through the heart of downtown? I like your style!
Shit!
Yeah, that V12 really hangs tough!
Slowpoke!
We've lost the Roadbuster.
Cars not involved in the accident, search the Wells Street area.
Where's Percy? What happened to him?
His car, as well as those of several citizens have apparently been reduced to scrap!
This ain't a sideshow, you idiots!
Bean!
Watch the kid.
All right.
Uh...
That man... He will save my papa, won't he?
He's going after the bad guys... So he's a good guy, right?
Really, is that what he looks like to you?
It's all right.
He's a scoundrel at heart, but he dreams of being the good guy.
So he watches at least two films a week with heroic things in them.
You live up to your reputation, Bean Bandit.
I'm amazed that you found me... I didn't think you'd drive me to this.
A woman..?
Last night's setup was really something, wouldn't you say?
What are you talking about?
You used the same trailer for your getaway...
that you used to block the street.
You're just amateurs, after all.
Your finding us was just a coincidence, right?
I've already hidden the money in another car.
Even it you kill me, the cops will find it before you do.
Well? Want to make a deal?
With your car and my hostage, we could make it to Mexico.
You'll get a $500 thousand shipping fee.
If you want to escape, I'll help you all I can.
What do you say?
I'm hoping for the $2 million, the hostage, and your lives...
The works!
He can't be human!
Be quiet! Okay?
Freeze! Don't get any smart ideas!
I've got a Python pointed at the brat's head, with the hammer cocked!
Throw your gun over to me so it won't be a problem!
I can't just meekly go along with whatever you tell me to do.
That's your partner in disguise, isn't it?
I don't care what you think! Throw me your gun or I'll blow her brains out!
At this point, I'm desperate enough to do it!
All right. We can't escape you.
I'll make it $1 million. With that you could even build a house in Tokyo!
Okay, $1.1 million. $1.2 million!
You've got nothing to gain by fighting any further!
No, stop it! Please, stop! We'll give you the whole $2 million!
Stay out of this, you little brat!
Freeze!
Right. You stay just like that. Drop the knife.
Thinking of making a friend into a hostage?
I just did. What matters to you is not whether it's friend or foe...
but whether or not it's a kid.
Bean Bandit... I checked you out very carefully.
You're a true monster.
You should have changed your plans when you figured that out.
Hardly. You have a serious flaw...
your soft spot for kids.
The fact that you're just standing there proves it...
Drop it!
Idiot.
Semmer!
Hurry it up!
All right. I'll throw it, okay?
I like a sensible girl.
Use your left hand, and hold it by the barrel.
That's it.
Ah-ah! Put your right hand on top of your head!
Throw it! Quick!
Stop it, already! I'll tell you which car we hid the money in!
Carrie!
We're no match for him!
Please! I'll tell you where it is if you let us go!
We'll never work here again!
Deal.
In the third row from the north side, right near the centre...
there's a Benz wagon. It's a silver—
CARRIE!
NO!
SEMMER!
All cars present! We've blocked off the entire north entrance!
What about the civilians?
They've all been evacuated!
Inspector, why don't we just charge in there?
With this many men, he wouldn't last a second!
Charge?
I wouldn't go to all this trouble if regular tactics worked against him!
That takes care of that.
Will you be all right? The police are covering the exit...
The main thing on my mind right now isn't all the patrol cars out there...
but rather, "What am I going to eat for dinner?"
Now are you sure this is okay, paying me the $2 million and all?
It's a bargain.
Call me up anytime you need me.
I'll give you a discount next time around.
Hey there.
The street is crawling with police.
Since you helped us get the loot, I'll give you a lift for free.
Now, now...
I've still got two shots left.
Cut it out. A lollipop would look better on you than a .45.
Semmerling is dead.
How come only you survived?
You saying it's my fault?
Damn right I am!
As much as it hurts...
you know good and well why the fuel blew up, don't you?
Come out, Roadbuster!
You scared of me? Chickening out?
Give me a break!
Hey, she's out like a light.
I bet she's exhausted.
Honestly, since when did the back of this car become a crib?
Do you suppose it'll be harder for us to stay in this town? Want to move?
Don't be silly! Big-hearted rich guys, out-and-out slimeballs...
Come out and play, Roadbuster! Come out and play, Roadbuster!
Louder!
and these crazy cops...
Come out, Roadbuster!
we can still have fun in this town!