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look if you won?

- Why don't I enter

under a different name?

- What, you mean, like John Smith?

- No. Like Professor X.

Well, I don't think you'd get

away with that, Professor X.

I mean, you're too young to have

a degree. You got to be bald,

have an eye patch. You know.

No, better.

Professor von X.

And the third judge, I regret to say,

is myself, Katherine Mullen...

Events Chair for

the 125th Anniversary of Central Park...

and former teacher of biology

at Evander Childs High School.

So let the games begin.

Ourjudges will now

begin circulating.

- So all of our inventors

should be with their booths.

- Wow. Destination: Yonkers.

That's gotta be the best project out

here. Don't you think it's gonna win?

- Whoa!

- Oh, look, there's me!

Yeah, the wind is taking it.

Down left rudder.

Remember, we're going to want

all of today's winners on stage

at 1... 00 to receive their award.

- Good luck, everybody.

- It's not fair, Dad.

I worked really hard.

I know. I know you worked really hard,

and you did an amazing job.

- But we talked about this before,

didn't we, Sean?

- Yes.

Okay? Come on.

Lighten up a little. Enjoy the day.

- Okay.

- Anyone else that has not registered...

- Tom!

- Hey!

- Hey, how are you?

- Must have their registration

cards in right now.

This is your last chance.

- P.S. 41.

- Okay, P.S. 41. Yeah.

Solar system here?

And this big guy here is what?

- The sun.

- Okay.

- And how many planets

do we have around it?

- Nine.

- Nine.

- I see Mars.

Okay, folks, we'd like to thank

the Friends of Central Park...

and Mayor Barresi

for allowing this event...

to take place here

at the beautiful Bethesda Fountain.

- And a special thanks to our...

- Hey, Katie, look at the blimp.

- Me too.

- Looking forward to it.

...for ten years strong. Lisa?

Well, folks, there's still

a few of those souvenir

science fair T-shirts left.

- She's incredible. I mean,

the work she's put into this.

- Yeah.

Well, I don't know

where she gets the energy.

- And who is this orange guy over here?

- That's Venus.

That's Venus.

Where's Earth?

- Earth is this one.

- There's Earth.

Mr Vincent Barnes, we have not

received your class's registration cards

for Curtis High School...

For the workshop.

- See Mrs Moran at the exhibit.

- Excuse me for a minute.

Sean?

Sean?

Brooklyn, Queens to my left, Bronx,

Manhattan and Staten Island to my right.

- You're it.

- We ask you to stay with your boroughs.

- Teachers, please keep a head count.

- Sean.

What do you think, Kate?

Kate?

- Kate. The score.

- L-l-I scored it.

Sean?

Sean?

Sean?

- Cassandra, have you seen Sean?

- No. Kate, are you all right?

Okay.

Sean.

Sean. Sean Mullen,

please come to the judge's stand.

Sean?

Oh, please, God.

He's probably just

bustin' chops, you know, 'cause

we wouldn't let him enter the contest.

Who didn't we call?

- Sean?

- You have E-mail.

- I have your son.

- Oh, Jesus!

- I want $ 2 million

in fifties and hundreds.

- Oh, God!

No consecutive

serial numbers.

No new bills.

No marked bills.

The money will fit into two Samsonite

hard-shell suitcases, model #260.

Do not involve the police or the FBI.

If you do, I will kill him.

Do not inform the media,

or I will kill him.

No tracking devices in the money

or the cases, or I will kill him.

You have 48 hours to get the money.

I will contact you.

Open your mouth. Open your mou...

Would you open your mouth now?

Open it. Swallow it.

You little prick.

- What are you doing?

- Why don't you just clean your shirt?

Look, we talked about this.

Oh, yeah. Forgot.

B*tch.

Kate. Kate! Who are you calling?

He said no police.

- Why did you do that?

Why did you do that?

- He said he'd kill him

if you called the police.

- I can have the money inside 3 hours.

- Why did you leave him?

- Why did you leave him?

- I didn't.

I saw you.

You walked away.

All right.

- All right, I'm calling the police.

- Call the FBI.

- For Christ's sake,

just let me pay this bastard.

- Tom, please, call the FBI.

Kate, the FBI just spent

three months trying to bury us.

- Do you think they give

a good goddam about you or me or...

- Tom, they know us.

They know us. Please.

All right.

- Lennon Paints.

- Wait. What? What?

- We're the painters.

Yeah, we're goin' to

the Mullen apartment. Uh, we're

just finishin' work on the library.

Oh, yes. Yeah. I get this call.

Go ahead. Okay.

- Behind you.

- Mr and Mrs Mullen are waiting for you.

- Thank you.

Uh, Mr Mullen, how are you?

Lonnie. Hawkins.

- Uh, we got Kimba Welch, Jack Sickler...

- How do you do?

- How are you, sir?

- David Levin, Ron Lambert.

- How do you do?

- Find the phone panel.

- Fatima, could you show these

gentlemen everything they want to know?

- Paul.

- Who's sweepin'?

- And this is Paul Rhodes.

- How do you do?

- Hi. How you doing?

- This here is as close as

we could get to a look-alike.

- Oh, I see.

- Now, look, Mr Mullen, I'm not

allowed to advise you on this...

- but if you decide to pay the money...

- It's here. It's right over here.

- This the money?

- Yeah, $2 million.

- Well, Paul here can make

the drop for you.

- Sure, sure.

- Tom?

- Yeah, David?

- Bob's got some stuff

for you right here.

- Tom, this is all I could get...

- from the National Center

for Missing Children.

- Good, good.

- Uh, Agent Hawkins,

this is David Torres.

- Pleased to meet you.

- What about the electric files?

- Where's your phone panel, Mrs Mullen?

- L-I have no idea.

- That's okay. We'll find it.

You know, what I don't

understand is these people...

this he, she, it, whoever...

has got enough brains to snatch

my son right from under my nose...

but they only ask me

for $2 million.

- Don't they know what I'm worth?

- No, no. He's being smart, okay?

Keepin' it nice

and simple for you.

Now, he knows you got it. Knows you

won't have a problem coughin' it up.

Maybe, uh, that's all he needs.

Uh, uh, can l... can I just, uh...

Look, the-the reason

you're here and not the police...

is that we, my wife and I, we believe

that this might be somehow connected...

- with the, uh, machinists'

union indictments.

- Okay.

So, uh, Jackie Brown.

The man was caught on tape

takin' a pay-off...

during contract negotiations

with another airline, uh, Infinite Air.

It was a sting, okay?

So there he is, dead in the water.

He says to your people,

"Can we do something here?"

And, uh, so he offers me up.

Yeah, he said Tom gave him

a quarter of a million dollars...

for a sweetheart deal

with the union.

Now, I have been investigated

exhaustively; me, my company,

my-my family. My family.

We've been dragged through

the tabloid mud, courtesy of FBI leaks,

and nothing. All right? Nothing.

Now Jackie Brown's in jail

where he belongs, and he's pissed,

and I think he's got some pretty

unsavoury associates out there.

- Uh, Mr Mullen, obviously we're

very aware of the Jackie Brown

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