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1:25:18

1:25:23
Good. Head for the other end
of the tunnel. I'll stay here
and secure this position.

1:25:30
- Forty-seven-- you'd better floor it.
- What do you think I'm doin'?

1:25:32
It's a damn postal truck.
1:25:35
- What the hell?
- What the--

1:25:39
You've gotta be kiddin' me.
1:25:46
- Let me see your hands.
- Oh!

1:25:49
Pappas, move the car!
1:25:52
- Move the car, please!
- Unbe-fucking-lievable.

1:25:56
I said, let me see your hands now!
1:25:58
You redneck idiot, do you have any idea
what's goin' on here?

1:26:01
Yeah, asshole. I'm puttin'
a murder suspect...

1:26:05
and a guy that stole a truck
under arrest-- now raise 'em.

1:26:07
Let me put it in easy terms,
Aristotle.

1:26:11
We are carrying a damn bomb...
1:26:13
that is going to explode if we don't
get out of this tunnel!

1:26:18
No sign of 'em, Colonel.
1:26:25

1:26:29
Yeah?
1:26:31
- Mason, what is
the temperature of Elvis?
- Forty-seven.

1:26:34
If you're not out of there soon,
I have got to seal the tunnel.

1:26:38
God!
They're gonna seal it.

1:26:40
- Why don't they talk
to the sage of Jerome here?
- What the hell's a sage?

1:26:43
Listen, Pappas, there's a colonel
on the other end of this phone.

1:26:47
His name's Vitelli.
Talk to him. He's right outside.

1:26:51
What happened
to Colonel Brynner?

1:26:53
Listen, Deputy. He's the dude
the Army guys are lookin' for.

1:26:57
Bullshit.
Put the phone down, Mason.


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