Hand wrench!

That's a wrench.

No, not lench . Wrench.

We need a chain, Shorty.

I'll take care of it. Hand me the spanner.

Beautiful. Yeah.

What did you do?

It's very simple. You cock it. There's the trigger.

And keep your fingers off of the trigger.

Hurry up and give me a wrench.

What wrench?

Pulling the OMT Trigger

Competitors fight in every way they know to bring that man down.

Leaning toward me, getting into a carriage, raising your arm, reaching out to me... eating sardines.

You probably held them in your hand to put on in the carriage.

You all know him as the finest charioteer in Rome.

The UNFICYP Force Commander came to the site and, upon his arrival, Turkish soldiers cocked and pointed their weapons at him and other UNFICYP personnel.

The famous Sotnik was good enough to send his men and a wagon.

Very easily... the catch is sanded.

Back a winner mister?

And she realized straight away that the soldiers with their fingers shaking on the triggers were more scared than the student protesters behind her.

So, the car the horseless carriage that replaced the horse and carriage was a big deal it went twice as fast as a horse and carriage.

I pulled the trigger.

Outrun by a rickshaw!

Cabby!

Coach!

It was half as long.

chief brakeman of the Rome Station...

Attention, all drivers.

Horses and a carriage!

On the morning that day, wearing work clothes and safety helmets, with wrenches in their waists and bolt guns in their hands, they shuttled on the steel frame outside buildings.

Come, my coach.

On the carriages, please.

The only way is to dent her.

I let 'em get me.

He was a spy, in the pay of the police. But we pull edit off anyway.

Pawn takes knight, rook takes rook, queen to rook for check.

Order the troikas.

The carriages are coming!

Dress on the wagons.

My wagon.

You see, there was once a wagon load of gold that the soldiers were taking to the border.

That car was here!

Now, Coachman...

Hitch up the cart.