Sylvestro: I tricked you! You see, I…...

Sylvestro: I tricked you! You see, I…

Peter: You pretended to be a private art thief, lured me onto this train with a false job, and knowing I’d be here, waited until we were in the middle of the Alps and attacked me. Well done.

Sylvestro: I wanted to explain it!

Peter: So this isn’t a rare work of any kind in my hand, is it.

Sylvestro: It’s the only one of its kind.

Peter opens the gift.

Peter: It’s a picture of the two of us fighting. That you drew.

Sylvestro: That’s the old days, before you cry over some old lady.

Peter: You leave her out of this. And she’s totally hot.

Sylvestro falls down to the floor of the train, rolling in laughter. It looks as if he’ll roll right off the roof. Peter throws the picture overboard. The train crests, and suddenly lunges. It’s now rushing at a faster speed than ever. Peter falls to his knees.

Peter: (cont’d) I’m leaving.

Sylvestro: Don’t you miss the old days? I get a mission. “Kill the Prime Minister’s son.” You get a mission. Stop Sylvestro. Sometimes I win. Sometimes you win. You win more often, granted, but when I win, I’m front page news. Nobody even knows you exist! Now if I get a job to kill the Prime Minister’s son, he’s dead by sun-up. Where’s the challenge? Where’s the excitement?

Peter: I don’t know. Good luck finding it. Goodbye. Only, there’s one thing I don’t understand. Why a holiday train ride for little Swedish children? It seems so… well, silly I suppose.

Sylvestro grins.

Sylvestro: It’s part of your real Christmas gift.

Peter: And that is?

Sylvestro: An unretirement party.

Peter: I won’t fight you no matter how adorable the setting.

Sylvestro: Perhaps it is only a question of motivation! I make bomb. Game not over. This train is strapped with remote dynamite. All the little kiddies explode if I press this button. But if you fail, KAPOW. HA! I am raising the stakes all over this place, blowing up kids. You can’t say no to that!

Peter: This is not what friends do Sylvestro. Friends don’t blow up little children.

Sylvestro: We have a unique relationship.

Peter: You’ll blow up too!

Sylvestro takes the detonator and puts it in his coat. Then he points to a cord on the inside of the jacket.

Sylvestro: Parachute.

Peter: DAMN IT!

Sylvestro: Final stage. Evil genius vs. super spy man. Winner takes all.

Spy Actually: A Bi-Polar Express was developed with The CRY HAVOC Company

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