All of you, relax. This is a matter of inconvenient timing, that's all.
Police action was inevitable and, as it happens, necessary. So…
let them fumble about outside, and stay calm.
This is simply the beginning.
I thought I told all of you I want radio silence until further… Oh, I'm very sorry, Hans.
I didn't get that message.
Maybe you should have put it on the bulletin board.
I figured since I waxed Tony and Marco and his friend here...
I figured you and Karl and Franco might be a little lonely.
So I'd to give you a call.
How does he know so much about us.
That's very kind of you.
I assume you are our mysterious party crasher.
You are most troublesome for a security guard.
Sorry, Hans. Wrong guess.
Would you like to go for "Double Jeopardy" where the scores can really change?
Hmm. These are very bad for you.
Who are you, then?
Just a fly in the ointment, Hans.
A monkey in the wrench.
A pain in the ass.
Check on all the others. Don't use the radio.
See if he's lying about Marco, and find out if anyone else is missing.
Mr. Mystery Guest... are you still there?
Yeah, I'm still here.
Unless you wanna open the front door for me.
No, I'm afraid not.
But you have me at a loss.
You know my name, but who are you?
Just another American who saw too many movies as a child?
Another orphan of a bankrupt culture who thinks he's John Wayne?
Rambo? Marshal Dillon?
I was always kind of partial to Roy Rogers actually.
I really liked those sequin shirts.
Do you really think you have a chance against us, Mr. Cowboy?