No, I haven't. And no, it's not, all right? Cough it up. Where are we headed? Where's the third egg? All right, fine.
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Holidays, he'd drive hours away to obscure auctions, where he'd bid on the strangest things.
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This is fun, isn't it? Riding the rails hobo-style. You ever see, um, uh, Sullivan's Travels?
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[Booth] You gonna be this grumpy the whole trip? Wait till you see our ride. You're gonna love it.
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That same watch my father chose to love more than me. What a dick.
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And not just any watch. Creepy Nazi art guy Rudolph Zeich's watch.
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Including a watch.
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Don't run?
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Now, why would an art dealer leave his patron's side and travel halfway around the globe, with nearly 100 tons of so-called machine parts?
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It's game over for the Nazis, and that's when a forgotten Mr. Nobody named Rudolph Zeich, Hitler's personal art and antiquities dealer, and the only man ever rumored to have held Cleopatra's third egg in his hands, hopped a steamer ship and fled Germany for Argentina. The manifest shows he traveled with just a single suitcase. Oh, and sixteen five-ton cargo containers logged only as holding machine parts.
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2.7s
The Red Army's at the gate, days from taking Berlin.
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For 70 years, amateur sleuths, treasure hunters, and adult virgins everywhere became obsessed with this question, obsessed with finding what they believed had to be Hitler's lost bunker, hidden somewhere in South America.
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8.4s
Help me catch The Bishop and clear my name, and I will help you become the number one art thief in the world again.
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He'd spend weekends holed up in his office, poring over old maps and declassified files.
