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Now, relax.

There's absolutely|no need to...

Police are on their way.

Peasant, please.

Show me the way out|of this prince castle!

Yes!

Pee-yoo!|Out this way.

They stink!|Have a nice day.

Bye. Good luck.|Wait!

Peasant! Wait! Stop!

What is this?|The Gates of Hell!

Look at its eyes of fire!

Dragon!|It's a red dragon!

Attack!

What the hell are you doing?

Take that, beast!

We have killed it!

Ah, yes.|It is no longer breathing.

God is punishing us|for practicing the Black Arts.

Let us pray for forgiveness.

Heavenly Father,|forgive us our sins.

We are so, so,|so, so, so... so sorry.

Dr. Brady?

Ah, Julia.|This is Julia Malfete...

...who heads up|the Medieval Art department.

She donated the famous|12th century castle exhibit.

Julia designed the exhibit|where we found the two men.

That stuff right there is|the result of the body search.

The big guy|had the gold coins...

...the sword, the shield,|and that ring.

The little guy|had the salt pork...

...the sausage, the dagger...

...a molar.

And that box...|which he probably stole.

Not from us.

Most thieves|take valuable things.

They usually don't bring them.

This is a Gothic pixis...

...and this is the kind of design|they were making in Canterbury...

...at the end of|the 12th century.

It has emeralds and rubies.

Why did the two men sleep here?

They could've booked|a suite at the Ritz.

So, you said that you got these|out of their pockets?

That's right.

Except the sausage.

Hmm. Mm-hmm.

This stamp ring is fantastic.

My family's coat of arms.

Sergeant,|can I meet these thieves?

Master, I'm hungry.

My tummy rumbles like a beast.

How can you think of food|after such tragedy?

Yes.

What I would not give|to see once more my precious...

My lord!|Look, she's alive!

Rosalind.|My fair Rosalind.

My bride.|My ravishing flower.

Mistress! My mistress!

What are you doing?

It is a miracle. A miracle.

Do I know you?

Do you not recognize me,|my lady?

I am the Count of|Malfete and Papincourt...

...the Duke of Anjou.

I am your faithful Thibault.

You're who?

And I am Andre le Pate,|valet of the count.

Please, forgive me|for what I did to you...

...my dear Rosalind.

My name isn't Rosalind.|It's Julia.

No! You are my Rosalind.

The lock of hair you gave me|on our wedding day.

I carry it over my heart.

Please, my love,|see for yourself.

You see?

It is the color of wheat|on a summer's day.

The color of candle light.

It is your own.

Stop this!

That's enough!|Rosalind!

You'll be safer outside!

Do not leave me!|Do not be afraid!

You don't want to see this.

Courage is our creed!

Courage is our creed!

Wait, stop!|I know this man!

"Courage is our creed."

That's our family motto.

This man is my cousin.

It's in here.|You see, I thought he was dead.

He disappeared when a storm...

...capsized his yacht|during the Admiral's Cup.

They never recovered|his body...

...so, of course,|declared him dead.

He was a very distant|French cousin of mine...

...but as the last living Malfete,|I inherited his estate.

If he's your cousin...

...what do you want me|to do with him?

Sire.

Why does Lady Rosalind|call herself Julia...

...and allow us|to be beaten and chained?

Peasant...

...this is not our time.

The wizard|did not send us into the past.

He sent us|into the next millennium.

We are thirty generations|removed from Malfete.

Julia is not my beloved.

She's my descendant.

Descendant?

Amber, it's Julia.

Could you get me Hunter?|It's important.

That rabbit of yours|is on the phone again.

Hey, bunny. What's up?

Thibault Malfete|just showed up at the museum.

Thibault Malfete?

That's impossible.|Isn't he supposed to be...

I know.|Are you sure it's him?

He looks exactly|like his photos.

Hunter,|he quoted the family motto.

Does he know yet that|we're selling his entire estate?

Well, it's hard|to say what he knows.

He's a little strange.

Hunter, this is terrible.

I mean, it's wonderful|that he's alive...

...but it's terrible that|we started to sell the estate.

Oh, God, I feel awful.

The English courts|declared him dead.

We're well within|our legal rights.

How were we supposed to know|he was still alive?

Has he mentioned anything|about money?

Money?

How can you worry about money|at a time like this?

No, I'm just|worrying about you.

You don't handle surprises well.|Where is your cousin now?

He and this friend of his|are downstairs with security.

Why don't we bring them|home with us tonight?

He's family after all.|We want to be hospitable.

You're wonderful.

I'll pick you all up|in about five minutes.

Love ya. Bye, bunny.

Bye, big bear.

Oh, my God.|Thibault Malfete's still alive.

This is a disaster.

Blah, blah, blah.

You're pouting.

I hate it|when you call her bunny.

You, my dear, are so much|hotter than a bunny.

My God, look at yourself.|You're a tigress.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

Aah!

Lady Julia, there|has been a terrible mistake.

I'm so sorry.|We thought you were dead.

Dead? No, the wizard was a fool,|but not a killer.

He only sent us the wrong way.

Excuse me?

We fell into|the Mountain of Time.

Wow.

I must return|to my time to prevent...

...a great tragedy to our family.

I ask for your assistance.

I'll do whatever I can.

Ohh!

Awful.|Ohh.

Whoa!

We must not go out!

What... what are you doing?

What are you doing?|No, we have to wait outside.

Hunter can't park here.|We have to wait for him.

Oh, my God.

Bloody coward.

We have to...

Those boys are lost.

I must go and retrieve them.

Aaah!

Aah!

This is England?

No...|Meat!

This is Chicago.

Meat, meat, meat!

This is the United States.

Meat!

The last I remember|was in Sussex, England...

...in my castle chambers.

You don't remember anything|since then?

No.

Do you think maybe|you've suffered...

...some sort of memory loss|from the accident?

Yes! After I drank the potion,|I remember nothing.

Onions?|All of them!

All right.|You like to eat hot dogs, huh?

I like to eat|every kind of dog.

Now, what are you doing?

Aargh!|Leave the dogs!

No, no, no. Stop it!

Please, stop.

I'm sorry,|I'm so very sorry.

He's French.

Yeah. Very.

Hi, honey.

The situation's much worse|than I thought.

What are you talking about?

Bonjour.

Holy sh*t.

Hunter,|this is Thibault Malfete.

Thibault,|this is my fiance, Hunter.

Pleased to meet you.

Are you noble?|No. Sorry.

But I can certainly|tell that you are.

And this is Andre,|Thibauit's assistant.

Hello, big nose.

Run behind|the chariot, peasant.

Yes, master!

He can't run behind the car.

He cannot ride|with us. He's not noble.

Yes, but he has|to ride in the car.

He's very fast.|We're taking the freeway.

You can run 70 miles an hour, can ya?|I have good boots.

No. You must|sit in the car, please.

I am fast.|I'm sure you are.

I'd love to see you run|sometime.

Obey.|Yes, my lord.

Do you want some dog?

Too fast.

Are you Ok, Mr. Pate?

Ohh. Too fast!

Honey, could you slow down|just a little bit?

I'm going 22 miles an hour.

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