How long are we on this one, Q-Ball?
A little more than five days.
At least it looks like San Francisco.
We've been down that road before.
"Longer library hours"?
What's that? Tchaikovsky?
- I'm impressed, Mr. Brown. - I know all the longhairs.
If you're gonna play the game, you've got to appreciate the greats.
Check it out. It's Albert.
Hey, look, up there.
Boy: Mr. Mallory? Excuse me.
Can I get your autograph?
Uh...
- Can I have your autograph too, please? - Sure.
Make it out to Sigmund.
"Sigmund. "
I want to be in the academic decathlon just like you.
You're the greatest scientist in the world, Quinn.
Professor Arturo, you too.
My mom's one of your biggest fans.
- She is? - She's got all your textbooks.
She has?
I'm next! I'm next!
Are you guys anybody?
- I don't know. Are we? - I don't know.
- You guys are the greatest! - Thank you!
Professor, I've heard all your tapes!
Really great to see you here.
- I wonder what's going on? - I don't know.
You've been an inspiration to all of us!
Excuse me. What's all this excitement about?
It's Quinn and Maxie, lady. What?
Quinn Mallory? Mr. "All-America," Mr. "All-Everything"!
That's Max Arturo with him.
Where have you people been? They're "The Sliders. "
Sliders?
Let's get out of here.
Let's get to them.
Okay, I'll get to everyone.
I have to go. I'm sorry. We're sorry, everybody.
Please don't go.
Hell of a reception.
Reminds me of the first time I played the Apollo.
"Little Rembrandt and the Shandells," back in the early '70s.
Are you guys all right?
They act like I'm some academic superstar.
We evidently have arrived on a world where they regard
intellectual achievement with the same adulation
that we confer on movie stars or sports heroes.
Rather sensible if you ask me.
Did you hear what they were calling you?
- You're "The Sliders. " - What?
Mr. "All-World" Quinn Mallory and Professor Arturo.
You're supposed to have slid a couple of months ago.
- They actually referred to us as The Sliders? - Yes.
Guys, you know what this means?
If we're sliders, my double's got to have built a sliding machine.
Driver, 4159 Blue Jay Way. And hurry.
- Your house? - My house.
If the system's here, we won't have to reconfigure the timer...
we can autoset the system. We're going home!
What if you could find brand new worlds
right here on Earth, where anything is possible?
Same planet, different dimension.
I found the gateway.
- Is that your mom? - I hope not.
Mr. Mallory, what a surprise.
I wasn't expecting you back.
Mr. Arturo?
Hello.
I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage.
Dana Bingham, with Bay Point Realty.
Mr. Mallory asked me to put his house on the market.
Of course it would've sold a long time ago,
if you hadn't been asking such a big price.
- Where have you two been? - Mrs. Bingham...?
Is my mom here?
I wouldn't know. I haven't been in touch with her
since she was forced to move back east.
Right.
We haven't moved the furniture out yet, have we?
Always testing me, aren't you?
No, you said you wanted to preserve it for the estate sale.
I wonder if you'd excuse us, just for the moment?
Thank you.
Bizarre to the point of lunacy.
Bank foreclosures? Estate sales?
How's that possible if you're a superstar?
Home sweet home.
Hey, Quinn!
Look...
you're on the "Weeties" box.
"Breakfast of Geniuses. "
If you've got all these endorsements, how come you're so broke?
How's he supposed to know? He's not him.
Maybe I'm missing something. I don't know.
How come you're always asking stupid questions?
Please be here. Please be here.
What is all this stuff?
No way.
Don't give up hope, Mr. Mallory.
It's probably in a lab at the university.
Hey, check this out. It's like a shrine.
"All-American Academic Excellence, Quinn Mallory. "
"Most Valuable Player,
California High School Academic Championship. "
"TV Physicist of the Year"?
Hey, check this out.
- "The Dream Team"? - Let me see.
It seems to me we have two options.
We can either avoid all contact with this world,
and thus, perhaps miss the possibility
that they have the technology to get us home safely.
Or...?
We can assume the identities of our doubles.
At least until we find a sliding machine.
Quinn, maybe that's the solution.
You could just be this Quinn.
We can poke around. I'm sure we can find the equipment in no time.
If we find a machine, could you fix it so it takes us back home?
It's the best chance we've had since we started.
Well, Mr. Mallory, it's up to you.
- I can't believe it. - It's Quinn.
- And Professor Arturo. - They're back!
Professor Arturo. You're back from your slide.
And Quinn Mallory!
I'm surprised your return wasn't on the news.
We're trying to avoid publicity at the moment.
There are still kinks in the prototype that we have to iron out.
I thought I'd check in with the office.
But, your office is back there.
No, that's the chairman's office.
You're still the chairman.
Professor Wertz wouldn't dare try to move in while you were on sabbatical.
Oh, I don't suppose he would.
So good to see you, my dear fellow.
- You'll have to excuse us now. - Sure.
Hi.
Professor Arturo, welcome back.
- How was the slide? - A rousing success.
Everyone's been wondering about you.
Oh, how nice. Excuse me.
Here, I'll get it.
Wow.
Yes, well...
I do have excellent taste.
Don't get too attached to it. We leave in five days.
If we're lucky, less.
Maybe there's information about a lab in these files.
I'll check these.
It feels weird going through some stranger's stuff.
- Ah-ha. - Anything?
Yes. A phone bill with my home address and phone number.
Try it. Maybe it's current.
Hello?
Oh, hello... is this Maximillian Arturo's residence?
Max, is that you?
- Why'd you hang up? - There's a woman in my house.
Well, maybe she knows something.
- Hello? - So... you are back.
Let's get out of here!
Excuse me...
Mr. Mallory, the word is out all over campus.
They want you down at practice.
Practice?
Yes, practice.
Coach: This is a mindgame. Being smart isn't enough.
You have to be fast, focused.
Name the four nucleotides that comprise DNA!
Adenine, cytosine, thymine, guanine!
Name the five major geological eras.
Archean, Proterozoic, Paleozoic,
Mesozoic, Cenozoic!
Elementary particles... Wilson?
Hadrons... leptons...
Coach: Wilson, what's the matter with you?
It's Mallory.
Mallory! You son of a bitch!
I bend the rules for you till they look like a pretzel,
then you desert me for one of your experiments.
You're a sight for sore eyes.
Thank God you're here, kid.
Take five, boys, while I chat with your captain.
Let's talk.
You can catch your teammates later.
What's the matter, Wilson? Disappointed?
Hey, "superstar. " How's it going, man?
How's it feel to be back, Quinn?
Great... is this my locker?
It's right where it ought to be.
I got to hand it to you, Quinn.
Anybody who pulls a vanishing act for half the season,
and shows up in time for finals,
the coach would have his head for lunch.
The coach smells a championship.
Hey, Wilson, looks like you're on the bench, pal.
Knock it off.
Wilson subbed for you while you were gone.
Hello, it's Wilson. Let me speak to him.
I don't care what he's doing. Tell him it's important.
Joey, guess who didn't take your threat seriously?
Quinn Mallory.
Look, do us both a favor... take care of the problem.
Unbelievable.
Could you turn that down, please? I'm trying to concentrate.
Oh, sure, man. No problem.
That book any help?
This has got to be one of the weirdest games ever invented.
You've got to answer these questions
while you run around carrying this ball
and the other team tries to tag you.
And the scoring is insane.
If you answer the questions right and don't get tagged,
you win one of these squares on the floor.
It's like "Go" or "Othello,"... capture the right square,
you can take over several of 'em.
The team with the most amount of squares wins the game.
That seems easy enough.
It's not. There's this whole strategy about which squares to go for.
Apparently you can win or lose a bunch of 'em at one time,
depending on where you are on the court.
Commentator: But the biggest story in the tournament
has been the surprising return of Cal's Quinn Mallory.
Yeah, well, keep reading. These guys are talking about you.
...Cal a two-point favorite.
And that's from being an early seven-point underdog
to Harvard in the Mindgame tournament.
Usually, one player wouldn't cause such a dramatic shift
in the early line in a game.
But this is Quinn Mallory we're talking about, Ron.
Unbelievable. Everybody expects me to be Wayne Gretzky,
except I don't know how to skate.
Well, you better think of something.
I have. I'm taking a powder.
They're gonna have to play Harvard without me.
Wait a minute. We agreed.
You have to infiltrate your double's life until we can find the sliding system.
That's easy for you to say... you're not gonna be
the one making a fool of yourself on television.
It's too late. They all think you're here.
If you don't show up, they'll come looking for you.
We have to find the sliding system, Quinn.
It's our only hope.
...a veteran of many tournaments... with Mallory's return,
he could be looking at his first ever national title.
Professor, there you are.
Did you find what you were looking for in the lab?
There you are. Where are my files on cosmic wormholes...
the Einstein-Podolsky- Rosen Bridge,
and the... sliding machine?
Sliding machine?
You never gave me those. You keep them on your home computer.
- Ah, yes, of course. - You have a couple of messages.
Your agent says, "Welcome back. "
He's hired a public relations liaison
to fend off the calls and media inquiries.
And there's a young woman in your office.
She says you know what it's about.
You've been a naughty boy, Arturo.
I have?
Oh yes... you've been playing hard to get.
- Not any longer, I assure you. - You can say that again.
I'm a process server. You're being sued for divorce.
You play, you pay.
Ciao.
Announcer: It's the National Semifinals of "Mindgame. "
Today's showdown between the Eggheads of the University of California
and the Crimson of Harvard is brought to you by Weeties...
"The breakfast of geniuses," and Nikke... "Just think it. "
And now, from the "Mindfield" at Berkeley,
here are Ron Pitts and Tom Jackson.
A big test today, for Cal, Tom.
The first game since the return
of everybody's All-American, Quinn Mallory.
But I don't think Mallory will have much of an impact.
Harvard knows that he likes to go for those vital outside squares.
Jackson: Harvard tags really well.
If he's lost a bit of what he had due to the layoff,
they won't let him get to the outside.
Pitts: In a few seconds we'll see the strategy against him.
Remember, the winner of this game goes on
to meet MIT in the finals.
Player: Let's go!
Now at center court, the captains are out for the toss.
Player: Watch your left side.
Referee: Captains, this is for the opening possession.
100 scientists surveyed, top three answers on the board.
Here we go. Name a feature of relativity.
No absolute time.
Answer, please.
- All right, Quinn! - Yes, possession!
Way to go! Way to go!
Player: Stick around there.
- Watch him. - And the question:
What is the Linnaean system of classification
for flora and fauna?
You got it! Cover him!
Pitts: Defense is always tough on the first play.
You never know what square the offense is trying to capture.
Pitts: A surprise... Harvard quick on the offense this time.
Nice spin move by Harvard.
Did you see that? They juked right by Mallory.
Where's his court sense? Quinn took his own man out of the play.
Pitts: He never even got near the tag, Tom.
On the replay, you can see Quinn is way outside his zone
with tons of ground to make up.
Jackson: If he's gonna let Harvard run all over
without forcing a pass, Cal may as well pack up their briefcases and go home.
You're right, but you've got to give him credit.
He definitely looks like the Ivy League "Player of the Year. "
What happened? How do I know?
What do you think, Professor?
- Hmm? - Professor?
Let him be, girl. He's going through a divorce.
It's not a joke, I'm afraid, Mr. Brown.
- I know the woman concerned. - What?
The Arturo of this world is being sued for divorce
by a Christina Fox... I imagine
she's the same Christina Fox that I knew in graduate school.
May I see?
- Were you in love with her? - She was my late wife.
We were only married for a few years.
What happened?
She died of a brain aneurysm at the age of 27.
She was the one great love of my life.
Pitts: Mallory is tagged out. He never saw it coming.
Time out. Time out.
Pitts: Tom, a great play but it probably came too late,
as Coach Almquist is calling his last time out.
Coach: Come on, guys.
There is still plenty of time left.
Try and draw the foul if you can.
Coach, I'm fresh. Let me get out there.
Sit down, Wilson.
I need square 31. I'm counting on you, kid.
Go get 'em.
Pitts: Harvard, all game long, they've been sure, steady,
21 seconds left on the clock,
I gotta believe they think they have this game in hand.
Well, Cal's only hope is to get square 31,
so you're gonna see Harvard go into a "prevent" defense.
And don't forget Quinn Mallory.
This guy has really been a disappointment all game long...
I don't get it.
How can Cal win when they're behind by 20 points,
and 32 seconds left to play?
California has squares six, seven, and 36.
If they can win square 31
they'd outflank Harvard in three directions...
pick up an additional 11 squares...
a 22-point swing, just enough to win.
They're never gonna get in there.
Harvard's gonna be all over square 31.
But it ain't over until the fat lady closes the book.
From softest to hardest,
what is the MOH's scale of mineral hardness?
Talc, gypsum...
Calcite, fluorite...
Apatite, orthoclase, quartz...
Topaz, corundum...
Pitts: They've completed the answer to capture square 31.
Mallory with the ball... and he makes it! Unbelievable, Tom.
This is a miracle. We have just seen a miracle.
Cal gets the win. It's a miracle.
Last time I looked at that board it was red all over.
Square 31... Mallory's there. What happened?
Jackson: It was Mallory carrying his team on his back,
at the end of this game. Playing like the Mallory of old.
Pitts: They needed square 31.
They give it to their man, Mallory...
He did it!
How much did he win by?
I don't know. What difference does it make?
A big difference. I got Harvard plus the points.
You bet on a game that you don't understand?
You're an idiot.
Professor, he...
Where did he go?
Let him go. He'll come home when he's ready.
- Jackson: He showed up at the right time. - Pitts: He sure did.
You were so incredible.
How'd you figure it out?
It's not like I had a choice.
- What's his problem? - He bet against you.
Are you kidding? Is that true?
You said you were clueless. How was I supposed to know
you would pull it off in the clutch?
- How much did we lose? - Oh-hh...
Rembrandt, how much did we lose?
- Rembrandt? - All of it.
- All of it? - Look at it this way...
things can't get any worse, right?
Thug: Belated welcome home, Mr. Mallory.
- Who are you? - Friends of friends.
Wilson?
I'm confused, Quinn.
Mr. Wilson has brought to my attention
that you've chosen not to honor your commitments.
Your little superstar here skips out on a million bucks
in gambling debts and I am not a happy man.
"Desperanti desparanda faciunt. "
Say what?
"Desperate men do desperate deeds. "
Hold it!
A million bucks?
What is your problem? Cognitive dissonance?
Fortunately, I'm an enlightened man.
I'm giving you one more chance.
I want MIT to win the finals.
You vouchsafe that outcome,
and I'll absolve the million bucks you owe me.
If he throws the championship tomorrow, you'll erase his debt?
It's either that or he doesn't play.
What if I say no?
I will be very disappointed.
And then...
you, my fine young superstar,
will be mors maxime.
- "Mors maxime"? - Mors... mortis...
dead!
As in very.
Let's go.
- Wait here. - Driver: Sure.
Christina...
What are you doing here?
I'm not sure. I just wanted to see you.
Okay, you've seen me.
- Wait! - No, damn it, Maximillian.
My divorce lawyer says I shouldn't have any contact with you.
This is so strange.
Are you all right? You look terrible.
And you look every bit as beautiful as the day we met.
Oh, I have so much to explain to you.
How do I get through this barrier of hostility?
Christina, I need your help.
Oh, here we go again. A master manipulator.
"Me, me, me. " What happened, Max?
One of your starry-eyed co-eds move on to someone smarter?
- No! - Then what? You must have some ulterior motive.
But I've never...
Oh...
Clearly I have done you great wrong.
Oh, that's... that's very good, Max.
Very contrite.
This "little boy lost" routine? It's old.
It's tired.
And most of all, my dear,
I don't believe it anymore.
You went to see her?
Are you crazy?
I had no choice.
Oh, I told myself I was just going along
to glean information about the sliding machine,
but... ah, the moment I saw her.
Professor, I don't mean to sound callous...
I understand how this must really hurt you...
but this woman is not your wife.
She is my Christina, alive.
Absurd as it may seem,
I feel I might have a second chance with her.
You're thinking of staying?
She probably wouldn't have anything to do with me.
I mean, how do I explain to her
that I am not her Arturo, but I am Arturo nonetheless?
Boy, talk about never really knowing a person.
- I beg your pardon? - Not you... me.
I had no idea that you were such a romantic.
And I had no idea that I would have the opportunity.
- Where are you going? - I don't know... the woods or something.
I'm not waiting around for those leg breakers to come back.
What about the sliding system?
What sliding system?
We've been to every laboratory on campus.
Nobody knows anything. Nobody's seen anything.
Got to be some serious hush-hush.
On the contrary. Our doubles are such scoundrels
- the whole thing could be a hoax. - A hoax?
But if they didn't slide, then where'd they go?
You want my opinion? I think my double is in Europe
with his mistress, having first cleaned out the joint bank account.
And we know that Mr. Mallory's double
has a good reason for disappearing.
Incredible.
We're supposed to be in some elevated super-intellectual society.
Everything's just as twisted as it is back home.
Worse.
Intellectual refinement's one thing,
Moral refinement's something different.
Man, I knew getting involved on this world was a bad idea.
Oh, sure... Mr. "20/20 hindsight. "
Look, don't start on me now, girl.
You guys can argue about it all you want.
Quinn, wait. Quinn, wait.
Hi, is Quinn Mallory here?
What do you want, Boyer?
What's your story, Mallory? You missed practice.
Yeah, well, something came up.
Coach is going nuclear. He sent me to bring you back.
Look, tell Coach I'm off the team.
Same old Mallory...
Mr. "I Don't Care About Anybody Else. "
After everything Coach did for you?
The stunt you pulled, now you're gonna cost him the championship?
I'm not going to be your messenger boy, "superstar. "
If you want to break his heart, you're going to have to do it yourself.
Coach!
Why weren't you at the practice?
I'm not gonna play in the championship.
I don't know what else to say.
Nobody's had it any easier than you, Mallory.
All the times that I coddled you and covered for you...
days when you came in drunk and worse...
you disappear for a month on "personal business. " Did I rag on you?
I wouldn't be much help out there.
I haven't been myself lately.
Well, you had a bad game. It happens.
But you made up for it in the final seconds.
Why do you make it so hard for yourself and everybody else?
All the great ones were worth the headaches...
Hawking, Sagan... they were players.
You have a chance to make a place for yourself in that pantheon.
What do I need to do to get through to you?
It's not your fault.
Athletes today, all you see is dollar signs,
endorsements, TV contracts.
Nobody cares about the game anymore.
I had a chance to win the championship and go out on the top.
What do you want me to say?
I'm a jerk.
Go.
Get out of my sight.
I'm sorry, Coach.
I really am.
Quinn Mallory, a word with you?
Who are you?
Special Agent O'Brian. My partner, Bob Cannon.
FBI.
If you guys are going to arrest me, let's just get it over with, okay?
You'd be doing me a favor.
We're FBI, we're not in the favor-doing business.
"Everybody's All-America. "
All of those kids worship the ground you walk on. You make me sick.
I'll say it again, I'm not who you think I am.
Who do you think you're toying with, bright boy?
Wait a minute. What do you guys have on me?
We know the whole story, son.
Tax evasion, gambling debts, point shaving.
All right, look. You want to be heros?
Get your pictures in the paper?
What if I told you I was just a tiny fish
in a big stinking cesspool?
You give me a little,
I'll make your careers.
How good of you to come.
My lawyer would kill me if she knew I was doing this.
She need never know.
- Just coffee, please. - Make that two.
Oh really? Not your customary vodka and orange juice?
I'm trying to cut down.
You said you had something to tell me.
Yes, I do. And where to begin?
Christina, I am not the man that you think I am.
For that individual who's hurt you so much,
I am sorely embarrassed
and deeply ashamed.
What are you trying to say, Max?
You were...
you are the most important thing in the world to me.
Your happiness means absolutely everything.
And if there is any way...
that we can forget what's happened
and find our way back to the joy that we knew...
- Oh, Max, I... - I want you to delay this divorce.
This is the last thing I expected to hear.
Look...
I have to go away for a while.
There are one or two things I have to sort out.
- Your work again? - No, no, no, please.
I do have some problems to solve,
but they're not physics problems.
Oh, Christina...
if you have any feeling left for me, I beg you,
give me one more chance.
All right, boys. This is for the championship.
It's all on the line. Everything you worked for.
MIT is fast and smart. We can't afford to fall behind too early.
All: U... Cal!
- I appreciate it, kid. - No problem.
Announcer: By satellite, to 123 countries around the globe,
it's the 27th National Finals of "Mindgame. "
Today's championship contest is between
The University of California Eggheads,
and the Beavers of MIT.
And now, here are Ron Pitts,
and Tom Jackson!
This is what it's all about. The noise, the adrenaline.
I've been there myself, and I can tell you
it's hard right now to stay calm.
Pitts: We're seconds away from the toss-up
to start the NCAA Mindgame Championship.
Referee: Captains, this is for the opening possession.
100 scientists surveyed,
top three answers on the board.
Name a common characteristic of string theory.
- Multiple dimensions. - Answer, please.
Mallory hits the "Multiple Dimensions" with authority.
Yeah, but it was only a second answer.
- Referee: MIT can try. - Infinite density.
- Referee: Answer, please. - That was a good answer!
Pitts: Mallory looks like he really didn't buy that top answer.
Jackson: It doesn't matter as long as he's up on defense.
I did like the way he came out firing.
He looks like the Quinn Mallory of old.
Referee: In the human head, what are the 12 cranial nerves?
Olfactory, optic, oculomotor.
Pitts: Quinn makes the tag, stopping MIT.
This looks like the Quinn Mallory from before his layoff.
Referee: Name the four heaviest chemical elements.
Fermium... Mendelevium...
Nobelium...
Lawrencium.
- Pitts: Great score by Mallory. - Referee: Time out, red.
Is he trying to win? I don't know.
What about his deal with Joey Fountain and the mob?
Like you, I'm a man of science,
and a slider.
You inhabit a world which esteems the intellect.
I inhabit a world that all too often appears to despise it.
You have wealth, success...
fame...
and a wife that loves you.
And yet, despite all of this,
you are a fool.
There was a Christina in my world, too.
And when she died, I discovered
that I'd lost everything that gave my life any meaning.
If you lose your Christina, I promise you,
your life will lose its meaning, too.
Don't let that happen,
my dear alter-ego.
You are, after all,
far too intelligent for that.
Oh... I saw your light on.
Why aren't you at the big game?
I have to leave town again, Lydia.
- I want you to do me a favor. - Of course.
The instant I return,
make sure that I see this tape.
Certainly.
I'm running late.
Goodbye. You have been absolutely wonderful.
I will not forget you.
Referee: What is Pi to 13 places?
Pitts: It's Mallory with Cal's run yet again.
Three-point-one-four...
Pitts: He could go all the way. There he goes.
...one, five, nine, two, six, five...
Unbelievable. Mallory's playing like a man possessed.
Jackson: MIT can do nothing to stop Quinn.
...eight, nine... seven.
Pitts: What a move. Did you see that?
He carried Pi out to enough places, I think.
Jackson: He sure did, in full speed.
Pitts: That's frustration right there, right?
If you're MIT, you've got to be wondering
what is going on... what just hit you.
The best defense in the nation is no match for Mallory
on this particular evening. He's a guy on fire.
Shake it off! Shake it off!
- Shake it off. - Foul.
Personal violation. Loss of square, red.
- Time out! - Referee: Time out, blue.
How much time?
- Almost finished. - I mean, till we slide?
I told the Professor we'd meet him on the roof
at a quarter to 10:00.
God bless you, boys.
You've played harder than I've ever seen anyone play tonight.
Quinn's unconscious out there.
You all right?
I'm wiped, Coach. I'm seeing spots.
- Wilson: Coach, I'm ready. - Get in there.
Jackson: Mallory stays on the bench and Wilson is in the game?
Not a good idea, Coach. The fix is in.
- What? - Trust me.
Wilson, get back here.
Boyer, in for Mallory.
Pitts: It appears as though... Boyer will come in for Wilson.
I'm not so sure I understand Cal's strategy here.
Uh-oh.
Let's go.
- What's going on? - I said trust me, all right?
Keep Wilson out of the game.
Come on, for God's sake.
He's a dead man.
Hey, you guys can't go on the court!
Pitts: What is this? Three men have walked onto the court.
- Move it! Out of the way! - They're chasing Quinn Mallory.
Tom... they've chased Quinn Mallory right off the court.
Referee: Get off the court!
Quinn, hurry!
Go! Go!
Whoa!
- Get out of the way! - Thug: Get him!
Stop him!
Grab him! Grab him!
Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Move it!
Come on, hurry up!
Over here. 30 seconds!
Hold it!
This is sweet.
This is gonna be worth the million bucks.
Drop the gun. FBI.
- Drop the guns. - What is this? You set me up?
- Professor...? - Three, two, one.
Fountain: What's he doing?
Slide for your lives!
Geronimo!
"Vie carenis, ennundum. "
- Where'd he go? - They disappeared!
"Vie carenis, ennundum"? What is that?
- Latin. - What's that mean?
"So long, suckers. "