 You've only got a minute. What? Don't you smell the smoke? That bell was the fire alarm. Hey, Stanton! But how do you know he's... Here, Riley, this one. Oh, it's locked. In the opera, Don Giovanni couldn't escape the fires that were there to burn him. Here, we'll stand back, will you? Come on, once more. Let's hit it together. Stanton! Hey, he's passed out. Hurry, get in the showroom. There's still plenty of time. Well, congratulations, Valentine. The score's picking up. So is the murderers, Riley. So is the murderers.