[looking at Nick Vermicelli through high-tech binoculars]
I think he's finally asleep, Gerald. [Notices that Gerald fell asleep] Gerald. Gerald. [Shakes him]
[disoriented after waking up]
Give me that key! [Realizing where he is] I was just resting my eye.
Come on, it's time to go in. [Pulls out a rope]
Wait a minute. You're not gonna hang from that, are you?
I don't think it's my size.
[After some time. Arnold hangs on the rope, Gerald lowers him into Nick Vermicelli's room] [mumbling while he's asleep]
No problem. I'll fix it.
[Arnold draws his hand closer to the key hanging on Nick Vermicelli's neck]
Come on. Almost there. You can do it, buddy.
[talking in his sleep]
What is that? Who's going?
[A droplet of Arnold's sweat falls onto Nick Vermicelli's face. Nick Vermicelli slightly opens his eyes and sees unclear Arnold's face]
Ah, it's an angel. [Falls asleep again]
[Arnold pulls the key off Nick Vermicelli's neck. Gerald pulls his up to the roof. They run away to the street. A street phone rings. Gerald picks up]
Hello?
[on the phone]
Good job getting the key.
Wait. Deep Voice. Where are you?
Don't worry about that. I'm watching all your movements.
[We see the figure of the Deep Voice standing on the other side of the street]
I'm everywhere and I'm nowhere, but mostly I'm... everywhere.
Come on, Deep Voice, cut the voodoo dolly mumbo jumbo, okay?
Yeah, why do you have to be so mysterious?
You two seem confused about who's calling the shots here. I am. Without me, you'll never get the document, you'll never save your neighborhood. You've got to get into Scheck's office. His safe deposit boxes are in a room behind his desk.
We have to get back into his office?
Right. Only this time, don't get caught. You've got to find a way to distract security away from the main entrance. Now, it's exactly two A.M. The bulldozers roll at seven. What are you waiting for? [Hangs up]
Man, that Deep Voice is a pain in the... [He's cut by a bus passing by with its brakes hissing]
Come on. [The boys run to the bus]
[to the bus driver]
Hi, it's us. How you been?
Oh, so it's the two juvenile delinquents who busted my door.
[The boys get onto the bus]
Sorry about that.
But we're kinda in a hurry... [Sees the sign "YOUR DRIVER'S NAME IS MURRAY"] Murray.
[carrying his things downstairs]
She's still in jail.
But I thought they were just gonna keep her for one night.
She keeps trying to escape. Thinks it's a game. Fourth time they had to put her back.
[We see Grandma trying different ways to escape, only to be thwarted every time]
Hi, Mr. Hyunh. Have you seen Grandpa?
H Mr. Hyunh
Oh, Arnold. We may never see each other again. [Runs away sobbing]
Hey, Mr. Hyunh, can I help you clean out your refrigerator?
[Arnold comes up to his room]
Don't you wanna save all those people's homes?
Don't you care that every building from 33rd to 39th street is going to be demolished?
[eyes widen]
33rd to 39th Street?
Hey, that's where Mona lives. [yanks a lever switching the bus from "Uptown" to "Express" mode, then pulls the gear shift] Hang on to your goodies, kids! We've got a neighborhood to save!
I wonder if he's related...? [Telling about the Tomato Incident] Anyway, Von Scheck's men attacked the neighborhood, but the locals used guerrilla warfare. They made a barricade of turned vegetable carts and fought with whatever they had. They had lots of tomatoes. They were British tomatoes, which were small and hard and really hurt if you got hit with one. That did it. The redcoats were in full, ignominious retreat. That's why we eat American tomatoes, Arnold. Although I had one recently from Chile. Very juicy.
Grandpa, did that actually happen?
Of course. I sliced it up and put it in a sandwich.
No. Don't you see? This is our answer.
Yes. Yes, Arnold! Juicy tomatoes from Chile! Why didn't I think of that?
No, the Tomato Incident. If that battle took place right in the boarding house, this whole neighborhood should be a national landmark.
Well, there probably was a document that declared this block a historic site once.
Then maybe I can find it.
You didn't really mean all that, did you? You don't really love me, right?
You were caught up in the heat of the moment, right.
You actually hate me, don't you?
Of course I hate you, you stupid football head, and don't you ever forget it! Ever!
Okay.
[Helga storms away, as Arnold looks at her with a knowing smile. Behind the corner, Helga switches into happy mood]
Bridget Okay, which one of you touched my button? [Arnold and Gerald are smiling in a slightly perverse way]
Arnold and Gerald Johanssen [in unison]: Me!
Bridget Well, if you're gonna try and save the neighborhood, you're gonna need some equipment. [Pushes a button, revealing gadgets] Top of the line, state of the art. Mini condenser microphone for the ultimate concealed surveillance. Headphones and micro-radar tracking dish. 400:1 zoom lens binoculars with infrared capability for night vision. High tension, plastic wire, anodized steel pulleys and nylon straps for maneuvering in vertically-challenging situations. A two-way secure walkie-talkie for maintaining communication. And, a synchronized, programmable, glow-in-the-dark watch, set to Greenwich time and accurate within 1/10,000th of a second. And it all fits into this really cool AS-47 Junior Secret Agent utility belt.
Uh... How much does all this cost?
Bridget Well, since it's for such a good cause, it's on the house. I figure it's my contribution.
Great. We'll take two of them.
[choosing spy equipment]
Do the belts come in other colors?
Bridget Black or pink?
Yeah? Just one little detail, Gramps. Where you gonna get the explosives?
From you, of course. Just go down to your job site and lift a couple hundred pounds of explosives when no one's looking. Huh?
That's the craziest thing I ever heard, especially considering I got twice that much under my bed. [The rest of the boarders look at him incredulously] What? Hey, we all got our little peccadilloes.
