Mrs. Nussbaum's credit card.

l got the guys who stole it.

[honking]

Hold on, they're calling me.

l'll be right back.

[car honking]

[men chattering]

Yes?

Yeah. Throw a couple of tires in the trunk.

Put it on the card. Radials.

(Navin) Okay.

Make them whitewalls.

Yes, sir, Mr. Nussbaum.

l'm back. Only, it's worst than l thought.

They're not only sticking us for gas,

but they're grabbing tires and everything.

They're really socking it to us.

Yeah, it's Hartounian's Gas Station at the corner.

Hang on a second.

l don't want to get them suspicious.

Don't worry, l can keep them here.

l saw this trick in a movie.

[church bell tolling]

Got your tires.

(man) Yeah, yeah, good.

[speaking in Spanish]

[church bell tolling]

[men laughing]

Anything else?

Yeah.

We'll take that money you got in your pocket.

Oh, sure. l'll just put it on the card.

Hey, guess what?

You are our eighth customer today.

You won a free oven mitt.

Hah! l'll go get it for you.

[chuckling]

Yeah, l'm back. Uh-huh.

[chuckling]

Yeah, they're gonna be here for a while.

Don't worry. l rigged it.

You guys wanna stick around for an oven mitt?

Nah!

[speaking in Spanish]

[squealing]

Hang on iust a second.

[people screaming]