You know, the kinda thing I'm into is a good plan. A smart plan, the opposite of this. Relax. I have good news. If I'm reading this map right… We're here. -We're where? -We've arrived. X marks the spot. X… What spot? X marks the spot. We're here. Here it is. Great job! -Please don't yell at me. -You found it! Booth found it. There's no bunker. There's shit here. -I'm just telling you what the map says. -There's no bunker. Tell me, what does the map say?
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[breathing heavily] Oh, my God!
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[panting] [exclaiming in relief]
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We've got a party crasher.
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Oh, hey, guys. [chuckles] Okay!
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Shit!
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-Well, here's my counteroffer. -[The Bishop] Mm-hmm. -You're under arrest. -Oh, my God. Read the room.
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[song ends]
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Who's your daddy? [Hartley] That's not how it goes. [Booth] I know.
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[ominous music playing]
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-[cocks gun] -It ain't going up the stairs.
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[in English] Door open.
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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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-I'm gonna give this to you. -[Hartley] Good.
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See, I always appreciate a quality double-cross.
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[all exclaiming] [whispering] You should get up. You look like a little bitch right now. I say that as a friend.
