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Captain Rogers:
It's nice seeing you again:
[Narrator]
Three beautiful space angels
kidnap Twiki:
And Buck finds the key
to saving Earth from fiery destruction
by a runaway spaceberg:
- What do you want, Belzak?
- Your Buck Rogers for his drone:
Prepare the ambu-quad for disassembly:
My planet is in danger
of being destroyed:
I've got a chance of saving it,
but I can't without your help:
I want Rogers in that acid now!
[Man Narrating]
The year is 1987,
and NASA launches the last
of America's deep space probes:
In a freak mishap, Ranger 3
and its pilot, Captain William "Buck'"Rogers,
are blown out of their trajectory into an orbit
which freezes his life-support systems: : :
And returns Buck Rogers to Earth: : :
Colonel Deering reporting
from spaceberg escort:
[Dr: Huer, Over Radio]
Yes, Colonel:
We're approaching
the entrance to Stargate 9:
Requesting clearance:
[Beeping]
Clearance granted, Colonel:
Proceed on established
flight vector:
What is that, Dr: Huer?
That is 10 billion tons
of frozen oxygen:
Once it's located on the North Pole,
it'll begin to melt: : :
And help to replenish
the oxygen-depleted atmosphere
of the entire planet:
This is the third time
that we've handled
a transport of this kind,
and the procedure
still makes me nervous:
Why is that?
Because the spaceberg
is on a precise path towards
a window in our atmosphere,
and it has to hit that window
and pass through it
exactly as planned:
Exactly:
And if it doesn't?
Friction from the atmosphere
would ignite the oxygen:
Our calculations have indicated
that the resulting explosion: : :
Would literally scorch
a third of the Earth's surface,
possibly half:
[Man]
Look at what the Terrans are doing
at this very moment, Pinchas:
They have a problem,
and they do something about it,
whatever the difficulties:
But you,
you simply come to me with talk,
no action:
I've been working on a solution
to our current problem, sir:
I've been in contact
with several agents on Earth, and
More talk:!
Meanwhile, I have 5,000 miners malingering
and threatening to leave their posts:
Do you know what that means?
Yes, sir, I do:
It means we're not producing
enough blazium:
I've got orders backed up to Xynon,
and I can't fill them!
Then I shall find myself unable
to support my chief operations officer: : :
Just as I can no longer tolerate
his incompetence:
Do I make myself clear?
Ah: Anad, you've come:
I grew tired of waiting
for your call:
You've read
the list of grievances?
Shocking:
Long hours, low pay,
unhealthy working conditions:
Low morale, unrest:
The miners have elected me
to represent them:
Yes:
And under your leadership,
they have united for the first time:
And united we stand
until something is done:
Oh, something is going to be done:
[Beep]
- Why have you summoned them?
- The Omni Guard?
They are the key
to our security, Anad:
They've kept the mines open
and working:
Through cruelty and force!
How untrue:
I fear you may have
hurt their feelings:
[Groans]
Take the meddling fool away:
Silencing him
is only a temporary measure:
[Groaning]
The miners will soon have
another leader:
A solution
I mentioned earlier, sir
this is it:
A drone?
They've been miserable failures
in the mines:
We need something more
than artificial intelligence down there:
This is a Terran drone, sir:
Serial number 22-23-T:
Manufactured at the ambu-quad facility
in New Chicago:
- So?
- What makes 22-23-T so unique, sir,
is that its basic programming
has been augmented
by its present owner,
a Captain Buck Rogers:
Rogers is a Terran
from the 20th century,
and he's endowed the drone
with extraordinary features
resourcefulness, courage, loyalty: : :
And even though we know
such is impossible
some say imagination:
And you're thinking to buy it,
break it down,
analyze its binary patterning:
Yes, sir:
And mass produce it
to serve in the mines:
Each unit as an adjunct to a miner: : :
To take over some of the more uncomfortable
and dangerous procedures:
And where is this one-of-a-kind ambu-quad
to be found right now?
On Earth in New Chicago:
And my thought was
our morale problem would be
Ladies,
I have a mission for you:
[Wilma]
Dr: Huer, my instrumentation
indicates that the oxygen mass: : :
Is maintaining a perfect trajectory:
Temperature is holding steady
at minus 250 degrees Celsius:
Thank you, Colonel:
Please keep me posted of even
the slightest change in conditions:
[Doorbell Beeps]
Captain Rogers?
That's correct:
I'm Stella Breet:
I'm a contract administrator
for Kurt Belzak: : :
On the asteroid Toros
in Third Quadrant:
You'll have to excuse me:
I'm a little new around here:
I don't know
what any of that means:
Oh, well, uh,
can I come in and explain?
Sure: Sure, come in:
Come on:
Looks just like
I imagined it would:
Like you "imagined it would"?
Oh, we always compile biofiles
of all our business associates
before we meet them:
I didn't know
that we were associates:
We're not, but we will be:
Just exactly who is this, uh,
Kurt Belzak? Hmm?
Mr: Belzak owns an integrated
mining, manufacturing
and distribution operation: : :
With its headquarters on Toros:
He's the, uh, sole supplier
of an explosive called blazium:
That's very interesting,
except I still don't see
where I come into this picture:
Ah:
[Exhales]
Uh-huh:
A million, in round figures:
It's yours:
What have I done
to deserve such generosity?
You haven't done anything:
It's, uh, payment for your ambu-quad
serial number 22-23-T:
"T" as in Twiki?
Yes: Twiki:
- I'm sorry, Stella: He's not for sale:
- Oh, I see: You want to negotiate:
No: I just don't want
to sell Twiki:
Well, it-it's just an ambu-quad:
No: Twiki's a little more than that:
He's, uh He's like a friend:
A drone is a drone, Captain:
Friends Friends are different:
One feels affection for friends:
One owns a drone,
and anything that is owned can be sold:
Except for Twiki:
You see, it'd be like
selling family:
Besides, why does Belzak want
my particular ambu-quad?
- He's only one of thousands:
- I'm not paid to know why, Captain:
Uh, Captain Rogers,
I need your help:
Mr: Belzak will be very upset with me
if I come back with nothing:
Well, I'd say anything you want
except Twiki and me:
[Chuckles]
I understand that:
I have a friend who runs
a biostereometrical facility:
And, well, I thought
- Oh, you mean a 3-D photographer:
- Yes:
Could I take pictures
ofTwiki's internal circuitry?
[Exhales]
It-It's not much, but at least it would
be something to bring back to Belzak:
Yeah, I guess that'd be all right:
I don't see any harm in taking pictures
ofTwiki's internal circuitry:
Besides, knowing the ham he is,
he'd probably enjoy it:
- "Ham"?
- You'll find out what that means
when you meet him:
Oh: Thank you:
Uh
This is the address:
See you there at 9:00?
Fine:
[Sighs]
He wouldn't sell:
But we've got a date
with Captain Rogers: : :
And Twiki:
Let's go:
Dr: Huer, I'm monitoring
an increasing frequency
of ionized particles rising rapidly:
[Sighs]
Doctor, I want a detailed radio scan
of Quadrant 4 immediately:
[Theo]
Yes, Doctor:
But, Doctor, an ion storm
of large-enough magnitude
could
I'm aware of the ramifications, Doctor:
Begin gathering data, please:
[Chirping]
Where is everybody, Buck?
It's after hours, Twiki:
Everyone's gone home:
Yeah, here it is:
Yeah:
Hmm:
Captain Rogers: Thank you
for bringing the ambu-quad:
Now, if you'll just
leave it here for a while:
[Scoffs]
No way, Stella:
As you wish, Captain:
[Grunts]
[Chirping]
Hey!
Hey! I'm private property:
You're trespassing:
Ambu-quad prepared:
Autopilot set at coordinates 446:
Remote facility activated:
Excellent:
I'll take control:
Remain on Earth until the ambu-quad
is securely on Toros:
[Engines Powering Up]
[Chirping]
This "wild blue yonder" stuff
is for the birds!
Dr: Huer:
Twiki's been taken:
What?
Three women psychokinetics:
It's a long story, but I think
he was taken to
Captain Rogers:
I have a report of a non-Terran
starfighter being launched:
Its digital reference was H270,
indicating its port of origin is Toros
in the Third Quadrant:
An ambu-quad is in the cockpit:
I'm going after him:
This is Buck Rogers calling H270:
Do you read?
[Chirping]
I thought you'd deserted me:
The ambu-quad
is being followed, Pinchas:
Very closely: It appears the two ships
may have rendezvoused:
Yes: Well, we'll take care of that:
- Are you a sight for sore circuits:
- You too, pal:
- What's the situation on board?
- [Chirping]
It's all remote control, Buck:
[Over Monitor]
I can't do a thing:
Buck?
Buck Rogers?
The Terran owner?
All right, Rogers,
let's see how good you are:
[Chirping]
Buck, that wasn't me:
I know, little buddy:
Listen, you gotta pop that canopy
and get out of that ship fast:
- [Chirping]
But it's a long walk home:
- Don't worry: I'll track you in:
- Here I go, Buck!
- The drone is out of the ship!
Where are you, Buck?
Buck!
[Chirping]
Some may like hanging loose,
but not this quad:
Well, you're good, whoever you are,
but you're not quite good enough:
So long:
This is Starfighter 1314 to Earth Control:
Come in, please:
[Woman Over Radio]
You've got New Tulsa Tracking Station,
Starfighter 1314: What can we do for you?
I've lost an ambu-quad up here:
I'm gonna need some help finding him:
You've got it, 1314:
Well, make it quick, will ya?
There's a heavy-gravity body nearby:
If I don't pick him up fast,
he's gonna crash into it:
[Chirping]
Help!
[Continues Chirping]
[Chirping]
Hurry, Buck!
This is New Tulsa Tracking Station
to Starfighter 1314:
Go ahead, New Tulsa:
We have a fix:
Distance 33,000 mega-Ks
from Alpha Centauri:
Radius vector 33 degrees left
off the elliptical plane: : :
And elevation 40 degrees north:
Roger, New Tulsa:
I'm on my way:
[Chirping]
Hurry, Buck!
[Continues Chirping]
[Chirping]
Thanks, Buck:
[Chuckles]
We're reporting as per schedule:
Did the ambu-quad arrive yet?
Hardly:
The Terran owner intercepted him
and brought him back to Earth:
Buck Rogers:
That would be consistent
with the information in his biofile:
What are your orders?
If the ambu-quad is so important
to Buck Rogers,
let's see how important
Buck Rogers is: : : To Earth:
He heads an industrial complex: : :
Which controls dozens
of intergalactic corporations:
The base of his power, though,
is in the blazium mines on Toros:
What's so important about blazium?
Blazium? Well, gram for gram,
it's the most powerful explosive
ever developed:
Mr: Belzak has made millions
by selling blazium to any and all buyers:
- What did he want with Twiki?
- [Chirping]
Whatever it is,
he can't have it:
Dr: Huer, this is Colonel Deering:
Do you read?
[Over Radio] Do you read?
Yes, Colonel Deering:
This is Dr: Huer:
We seem to have a substantial
amount of interference:
We're encountering
a rather violent storm, Doctor:
The ion count is still alarmingly high:
[Radio Static]
Dr: Theopolis:
The data reflects
a mature ion storm: : :
Sweeping directly across the path
of the spaceberg:
- Dr: Huer:
- Yes, Colonel:
The spaceberg has moved off
its established flight path:
[Switch Clicking]
Yes, Colonel: That's confirmed
by our observations here as well:
Please stand by for further instructions:
Dr: Huer, if that spaceberg
misses the window
- What can we do?
- Frankly, Buck, I'm not sure:
We've moved oxygen in this manner
twice before:
We've always known
there was a risk,
but it seemed to be outweighed
by the urgent need:
- I'm gonna give Wilma a hand:
- But there's nothing
you can do, Buck:
[Sighs]
Tell her I'm on my way:
Captain Rogers:
It's nice seeing you again:
Where exactly am I?
Three minutes out of Stargate 23:
An hour from Toros:
Hmm:
Well, at least Belzak
is consistent
two kidnappings in a row:
Doesn't he know
how to say "Please"?
- Belzak gets what he wants:
- Everything?
Why are you doing this?
There are reasons,
necessities:
Hmm:
In my apartment, you said something
about friends and affection:
You just forget about all of that
and throw it out the window?
- Just a lot of words?
- Perhaps something
from the nutrition center:
Stella, what's Belzak
got on you?
I'm sorry: I don't want
to talk about this right now:
Is he threatening you?
What's he holding over you?
Come on, Stella:
Tell me:
It's not me:
It's my son, Lucas:
His father was a: : :
Toros general,
one of the chosen class:
I was a paranormal
with psychokinetic powers:
Our marriage: : : And our child: : :
Were never condoned
by the ruling class:
When my: : : Husband protested,
he was executed
as a traitor to his class:
He was killed for loving me:
The man who signed his death order
was Belzak:
And on Toros,
the son of a traitor
is also condemned to a traitor's death:
Belzak spared him:
As civilian head of the ruling body,
he alone could do so:
He allowed me to send Lucas
to Remus 2,
and then he forced me to use
my psychokinetic powers
for his purposes:
If I ever tried to leave him,
he'd have Lucas killed:
It doesn't have to be that way:
[Man Over Radio]
This is Toros Approach Control
to Shuttle 9281:
[Man Continues, Indistinct]
We'll be arriving soon: I hope
your stay in Toros will be a pleasant one:
Repeat: This is Toros Approach Control
to Shuttle 9281:
You're cleared for reentry
over the outer marker:
Welcome: : :
To my little corner
of the universe,
Captain Rogers:
Better put that to music:
[Laughing]
May I have the current data,
Doctor, please?
Current angular displacement
of the spaceberg: : :
Is approximately three degrees
from center, Doctor:
It will miss the atmospheric window: : :
By nearly 633 kilometers:
Might as well be six meters:
Once the explosions begin,
the entire spaceberg
will disintegrate:
[Belzak]
Ah: Dr: Huer, I presume?
Yes: And you are?
Kurt Belzak, sir:
It seems you have
a bit of a problem on your hands:
Yes, and very little time to talk to you:
So, if you don't mind
Oh, but I do:
Indeed I do:
- We need to speak:
- About what?
About your friend and mine:
Buck! How did you
How is not important, Doctor:
It's what we do next
that interests me:
I see:
What do you want, Belzak?
Your Buck Rogers
for his drone
an even exchange:
[Chirping]
Hey!
Belzak, you're already guilty
of kidnapping and extortion:
How do you expect me
to deal with
Doc, don't do anything:
Belzak, listen to me:
My hands are tied:
The Directorate strictly forbids
responding to such threats:
All I can do is turn over the entire matter
to the interstellar authorities immediately:
Don't be a fool, Doctor:
Send me the ambu-quad, or Buck Rogers
will suffer the consequences:
[Switch Clicks]
[Exclaims]
There's nothing I can do
to help him:
Nothing at all:
Under the circumstances,
I don't think it necessary to
to give Colonel Deering
the burden of: : : Knowing:
Twiki, where are you going?
Twiki?
[Chirping]
What about Buck?
Come back here this instant:
Twiki:
[Chirping]
Buck, here comes the cavalry:
[Engines Powering Up]
- Geronimo!
- [Engines Blast]
[Chirping]
Hang on, Buck:
I'm on my way:
I think I've done you
a great service, Captain Rogers:
Oh, really?
That oxygen-mass transport project
was: : : Ingenious, daring: : :
And will ultimately prove to be fatal
to your Terran brethren:
I think they'll find a way
to get it back on course:
It's possible but not probable:
One doesn't just nudge
Oh, I should like to convince you: : :
That a man of your reputed talents
has a place here on Toros:
After all, your Terran brethren
have abandoned you:
Perhaps:
I don't think you need those anymore:
Unshackle Captain Rogers:
Bring him on our morning rounds:
[Handcuffs Buzz]
Let's see if we can make him
a convert to our cause:
This is the very heart
of our blazium operation:
The raw ore is dissolved
in hydrochloric acid,
reducing it
to a pure crystal form:
As an explosive,
it has unique properties:
Aside from its power,
it's the quickest-burning
and the hottest,
which makes it particularly useful
in the cold of space:
It must be difficult
storing an explosive like this:
Not at all:
You're holding enough blazium
to destroy a small moon with ease:
Don't worry, Captain:
Blazium needs a substantial amount
of energy to ignite:
Consequently, it's quite stable:
I can see that you're
genuinely interested, Captain:
- Fascinated:
- Good: Very good:
I can see a glorious future
for you here, Captain:
Those mines are nearly
a flawless operation,
except they depend on men
to work them:
It should be obvious why I need
your remarkable ambu-quad,
with all the 20th-century talent
you have imbued him with,
combined, of course,
with your own:
Well, I really hate to tell you this,
Belzak, but, uh,
Twiki is chronically lazy:
[Beeps]
[Chirping]
Oops: I guess I blew it, Buck:
- Twiki, what are you doing here?
Dr: Huer didn't
- [Chirping] I came on my own:
- Prepare the ambu-quad
for disassembly:
- [Chirps] Uh-oh!
[Chirping]
Help!
Hang on, Buck:
[Belzak]
Stop him!
He's only one man:
Stop him!
Keep your hands
right where I can see 'em:
All right, Twiki: Let's go:
[Chirping]
You got it, boss:
[Beeps]
Keep goin', Twiki:
This is ridiculous:
One drone and a Terran have me
trapped in my own quarters?
Deploy a squadron of guards
in each of the main corridors:
I want that ambu-quad
back in one piece:
And I want Rogers
dead or alive!
Pinchas!
Hold it, Twiki:
That blazium storage room
must be around here somewhere:
[Chirping]
Blazium?
Let's just get outta here:
I think that blazium might just
solve our spaceberg crisis:
Something Belzak said
about its properties:
Come on:
[High-pitched Tone]
[Chirping]
What's wrong?
That noise!
It's goin' right through my head!
[Groans]
[Tone Continues]
[Chirping]
Give me a boost, Buck:
- Buck:
- [Gasping]
[Moans]
[Man Over Radio]
Interloper in Subsection 9,
Corridor 3A, sonic chamber:
Good: I'm sure Captain Rogers
is getting an earful:
Shall we join him?
[Tone Continues]
[Chirping]
Higher, Buck:
[Explosions]
[Chirping]
Let's move it, Buck!
We've got a plane to catch:
They've escaped:
Impossible:
The sonic chamber has
Has absolutely no effect
on a drone, idiot!
Look:
[Chirping]
That's why I let you
go first, Buck:
Must be some kind
of energy field:
[Moans]
Solid as a rock:
[Chirping]
Now what, Buck?
Stella can deactivate that thing:
All right, Twiki,
you hide under that catwalk:
Don't move, and hold on to that blazium:
I'll be right back:
Spread out:
Search the bays:
Dr: Huer, I don't think we're having
the slightest effect on the spaceberg:
I'm afraid your analysis
is correct, Colonel,
as I feared it would be:
The window is our only hope:
Without it
[Beeps]
Stella, I need your help:
[People Chattering]
[Chirping]
What's keeping you, Buck?
I can't do it:
If Belzak finds out
He won't, not for a while at least:
And by that time,
we'll be long gone:
I told you,
he has agents on Remus 2:
He'll have Lucas killed:
I know it:
Remus 2 is under
the Directorate's jurisdiction:
We'll have Lucas brought to Earth
where Belzak can't reach him:
It's too late to start over:
This is where I belong:
Stella, give yourself a chance:
Give Lucas a chance:
I'm sorry: I can't:
Stella, my planet is in danger
of being very, very badly damaged,
perhaps even destroyed:
I've got a chance of saving it:
In order to do that,
I've gotta get out of here,
but I can't without your help:
[Takes Deep Breath, Exhales]
All right, Buck,
I'll deactivate the energy wall:
[Beeps]
Welcome, Captain:
I see the lovely Stella
has found you first:
Very good work, my dear:
Belzak, l
She is very persuasive:
Yes, well, all good things
must come to an end, Captain:
- Now, where's your ambu-quad?
- I don't know:
I think I left him down
in one of the tunnels:
I'm not sure:
Such a transparently thin
subterfuge, Captain:
Never mind: We'll find him:
Take him away:
- Hold it!
- Really, Captain:
Don't you ever know
when to cease?
- Heads up, Buck!
- [Grunts]
Come on! Move!
Hold on, Rogers!
The ladies would like your attention
just for a moment: Ladies:
[Chirping]
Buck!
Terribly sorry to end our relationship
this way, Captain:
Stella, don't do this:
Don't let Belzak win:
Save your breath, Captain:
She hears no one but me:
Stella, listen to me!
- Continue the mind meld:
- [Buck Straining]
- Stella:
- I want Rogers in that acid:
- [Straining]
- Now!
[Groaning]
Stella! I can help you:
Don't listen to him:
Your son will die without my help:
If I die, your last chance
to leave this place dies with me:
L: : : Command you!
One move, and he dies:
Come on, Buck:
Let's get outta here:
You fools:!
The Earth is dying:!
Don't you understand?
Stella, you've condemned
your son to death:
[Man Over P: A:]
Your approach to Toros
cleared for landing:
Dr: Huer, we're registering a change
in surface temperature:
It's reaching the outer layers
of the atmosphere:
It's beginning to heat:
I show a reading
minus 243 degrees Celsius and rising:
If it reaches 217 degrees,
the entire mass will become
completely unstable:
Beyond that point,
ignition of the oxygen is: : : Inevitable:
Buck Rogers calling
Earth Defense Directorate:
[Over Radio]
Repeat: Buck Rogers calling
Earth Defense Directorate:
Buck!
What's happened?
How in galaxy did you
I'll fill you in later, Doc:
What's the status on the berg?
Well, we haven't been able
to alter its trajectory,
and it is now approaching
one minute and 23 seconds
from entering the atmosphere:
On the wrong trajectory:
Wilma, Dr: Huer:
- I think I have a way
to get the berg back on trajectory:
- I'm listening:
Blazium is fast-burning
and extremely hot:
If we plant the right amount
in the right place and detonate it,
then we'll
Shift it and let gravity take over:
Ah! It sounds reckless, Buck:
Captain Rogers's theory
is sound, Doctor:
But he has no apparatus on board
to guarantee an accurate placement:
I'm just gonna have to eyeball it, Doc:
Give me the coordinates:
Very well: We have no choice:
Doctor, we need volume, mass,
distance from Earth,
angular differential:
Please, Doctor,
I have anticipated the requisites:
Those figures are now coming through
on the C6000:
[People Chattering]
Excellent:
Buck, your angular differential
is three degrees, four minutes
and 22 seconds:
Now we must reduce the berg's mass
by 4:0923:
How much blazium
do you have aboard?
It's a two-kilo brick:
Doctor?
Reduce it by half:
Reduce it by half, Buck:
Roger:
Now, from your angle
of approach, Buck,
you're going to have
to lay down the blazium
on the following coordinates:
M23: 11:
[Punching Keyboard]
And D 17:9:
[Punching Keyboard]
- Got it:
- And good luck:
Wilma, clear everybody
from the vicinity of that berg:
I want you to hang up there
at about 20,000 kilometers:
As soon as I lay the blazium down,
hit it with a full-power pulsar
and get out of there:
I understand, Buck,
but what are you gonna do
about the primary explosion?
I'm gonna try to get
out of there myself:
I'm getting a reading
of minus 225 degrees,
and we are within 22 seconds
of the critical range:
- You ready?
- Yeah, I think so:
[Chirping]
Play it as it lays, Buck:
- I'm on my way, Wilma:
- Standing by: Pulsars ready:
Here we go:
Eight ball in the side pocket:
[Power Burst]
[Buck]
It's all yours, Wilma:
Got it, Buck:
Doctor Huer, what's happening?
Doc?
By heavens, it's working:
It's bringing this mass back
into its proper trajectory:
I record a satisfactory entrance
through the atmospheric window,
Doctor:
You've done it, Buck!
You've done it!
[Chattering]
I don't know exactly how,
but you've done it, my friend:
I don't know how you do it either,
but I'm sure glad you do:
[Chuckling]
Terran ingenuity, I guess:
[Chirping]
And a little luck:
[Laughing]
Let's head for home:
Well, it's official:
Kurt Belzak has been overthrown
by the miners on Toros:
Oh, that's wonderful:
Yes: They've exiled him to a planet
in the Sixth Quadrant:
You won't have to worry about him
for a long time to come:
And we've made contact
with our people on Remus 2:
Lucas will be arriving
on the next shuttle:
I'll never be able to thank you:
Especially you, Buck:
Mm:
All of us owe Buck our thanks:
Wait a minute:
Let's not forget about Twiki here:
[Chirping]
No big deal, Buck:
No big deal?
You let yourself get kidnapped
and almost got lost in space:
Then you went A: W: O: L:
And almost got yourself
dissected by Belzak's goons,
not to mention nearly getting me
burned to a crisp:
[Chirps]
Give me a break, Buck:
Give you a break?
I'll give you a break:
Two weeks hard labor,
bread and water: : :
And a suspended sentence:
[Chuckles]
- Thanks for your help, buddy:
- [Chirping]
You're worth it, Buck:
- [Chuckling]
- [Chuckling]
I think:
