thank you. bye bye. no. he turns and runs for the stairwell door marked exit. parker, completely baffled, finally calls after him:
get in the back, will ya? the emperor ignores him, happily watching the streets of new york go by.
stupid dog. but his call has gone through. he imitates a girl's
hello? cut to:
if you want to see your dog alive again, listen closely. i want a hundred thousand dollars transferred into this numbered swiss account --
well, mr. fancy pants. you can wipe that stupid smile off your face. i don't think they love you as much as you think they do. he glances at his watch. he believes mrs. lo biancho and is panicking.
okay. here's how we make the --
damn it!
but that's ridiculous! you'll just bring the police! no way! consider him kung pau!
don't hang up!
okay.
no wonder you look so happy. as far as you're concerned, you've escaped from the wicked witch of the west.
knock it off. whoosh! from behind, drew grabs the emperor and takes off running.
hey! give me that dog! holding the emperor at arm's length, drew makes a run for it with roger after her.
i'll be right back! puzzled, mr. lo biancho falls in line behind roger, keeping up pretty well for an old dude with a gut.