No, no, no, no, no, no! Fuck!
Oh, shit.
Keith! Keith! Keith!
(ALL YELLlNG)
What are you doing? What the fuck are you doing?
You mean beyond the obvious?
That's what l mean. Come on, this ain't no bank robbery!
This is your fault. l told you to get the buses.
Fuck you! l didn't kill anybody.
l got 50 more people in here. You fuck with me again,
l'll give you two of the longest days of your life.
All right, look, just tell me what it is you really want and l'll get it for you.
-l promise. -l've told you. Two buses, a plane.
Right, right. And box seats behind home plate at Yankee Stadium.
Come on, don't bullshit a bullshitter.
You planned every inch of this thing right from the start.
You got everybody marching to your beat, including me, and l'm through buying it.
You're too damn smart to be a cop.
Now get the fuck out of here.
What? You going to shoot me?
Do it. Shit, you got nothing to lose.
l damn sure ain't got nothing to lose, so shoot me.
Do it.
-Shoot me. -Fuck you.
Tell them to send someone sane over here.
We got a big problem.
Hey, Detective, this ain't your day.
How you doing, Captain?
Look, l know you put your trust in me and l just...
Well, you're a good cop. Frazier, l need more like you.
But if you're going down on this one, l can't go with you.
You got to understand this, though, sir...
No, no, no. Let me just tell you what my problem is, okay?
l go to bed, everything's hunky-dory.
l get a call at 3:15, and there's what? A dead hostage.
-Right, right, right. But l can end this... -lt is ended.
See, you think l got options.
l got to answer to the Chief of D's.
Darius is calling the shots on this. That's it.
Hey, Sarge.
-What'd he say? -That's it.
Shit.
DARlUS: lt's a tactical nightmare. COUGHLlN: l know.
Well, first, this is the only way in.
Then we got to make it up the stairs blind.
Once we get up there, we're right out in the open.
DARlUS: They have the advantage of cover. They can pick us off like sitting ducks.
Then if we make it across the floor and down the stairs,
we still can't tell the homies from the good guys until they shoot at us.
Even if it isn't rigged with explosives, it's still a fucking nightmare.
(ALL SCREAMlNG)
Move! Move! Move!
HOSTAGE: Open the door!
COP 1 : Keep moving. COP 2: To the right.
COP 3: Watch the hands, watch the hands.
And let's not forget the possibility of hostages being killed.
Right now! Put the gun down!
Back off or l shoot! l said back off!
DARlUS: Well, our best hope is to separate them from the hostages.
lf we can get two or three upstairs and take them out?
Kill them?
COP: Gun! Gun! Gun!
What if there's more than four?
Yeah, well, that's what's so nuts about it. Anybody in a painter's suit could be a perp.
Maybe we should dress our guys up like a bunch of painters.
And we should use rubber bullets. Take head shots. Put their lights out.
ED: Not a bad idea. COUGHLlN: Yeah.
COUGHLlN: Rubber bullets it is, baby.
lf this goes down wrong,
they're going to dump this whole mess in your lap, you know?
-l'm making First Grade. -What?
l'm making Detective First Grade. Things ain't all they appear to be.
-What the fuck does that mean? -Detective First Grade Keith Frazier.
-Are you fucking kidding me? -Yes.
Thank the Mayor and our mystery guest for that.
You cut a deal with those guys?
Never make First Grade? Shit.
Worked too hard to let that happen.
Everybody's getting theirs. l'm gonna get mine.
l'll be outside.
What a day, what a day.
Detective, they're gonna storm that bank without you? lt's not right.
So, tell me about the kid who pointed the gun at you, the 1 2-year-old.
-Now? -Yeah.
Last year, up in the 33rd,
l was breaking up a fight about a half a block from the high school.
This one little spic is getting his clock cleaned by another one.
Do me a favor, Sergeant. Just tone down the color commentary.
So l bust up the fight,
l turn around and this kid is pointing a .22 at my chest.
-ls that right? Now, which kid was this? -Another kid, an African-American.
-An African-American, right? -Yeah.
Came out of nowhere. l didn't see him.
So, what'd you do?
What did l do then? l'll tell you what l did then.
l got shot in the fucking chest. That's what l did then.
Yeah, so you'll pardon my euphemisms, Detective,
but l would rather wind up an old bigot than a handsome young corpse.
Now, no offense, Detective,
but l'm just trying to keep them away from us.
Now, what do you say we just get these people safely out of the bank?
l hear that.
And l'll try and watch what l say in the future.
You never know who's listening.
MlTCHELL: What are you doing?
Jesus. Shit.
They bugged us.
Darius!
Darius, don't make a move!
-What? -It's all fucked up!
Do not make a move! Keep your men back!
What are you talking about?
They heard everything we said in the M.C.C.
-What? -Stand down! Stand down!
The drawer with the demands in it! They heard everything we said!
They put a transmitter in it! They bugged us!
No, no, no. I'm going in.
Shit.
Get everyone together.
STEVlE: Steve! Steve-O!
They're coming in.
-Everybody good? -Yeah.
All right! Everybody out!
-Put your masks on! -Everyone out! Out!
(ALL SCREAMlNG)
-Go now! -Go!
Go! Go! Go!
-STEVE: Now! -STEVE-O: Get the fuck out!
Move!
DALTON: Everybody up the fucking stairs! Move!
-Don't shoot! Don't shoot! -Don't shoot!
-Get down! Get down on the ground! -Don't shoot!
Cease fire!
Cease fire! Cease fire!
Let's go, people.
(ALL CLAMORlNG)
Put your hands on your head! Get down!
Put your hands on your head.
-Will somebody stop him? -Get down!
Put your hands on your head.
-Put your hands on your head. -Get them down!
-On the ground! -Put your hands on your fucking heads!
Do not move!
-Get down, put your hands on your head! -Put the cuffs on them! Let's go!
(HERNANDEZ SPEAKlNG SPANlSH)
What's going on?
DARlUS: Don't take any chances!
lt wasn't me! l'm not a criminal!
Cuffs!
Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
-Don't move! -l'm not moving!
-Don't move! -Do not move!
Check them. Make sure they ain't got no weapons on them and shit.
DARlUS: Hernandez! HERNANDEZ: Right here.
HERNANDEZ: E.S.U. team, line up!
Door to the left, door to the left.
-Clear on the right. -Clear!
-Left side clear. -Clear!
-Clear. -Clear.
-All clear! -HERNANDEZ: Check under the desk.
-Clear. -Checking the office. All clear, Sarge.
-Clear. -Clear.
Clear.
All clear, Sarge.
HERNANDEZ: All clear. E.S.U. on the stairs. Line it up!
HERNANDEZ: Let's go, guys. Team in, team in. Let's go.
Clear!
-Clear. -Clear.
Clear.
-Clear, Sarge. -Clear.
HERNANDEZ: Give me a bunker up here. l need a bunker up front.
COP 1 : Bringing the bunker up.
COP 2: Clear, Sarge.
Clear.
-We're almost clear down here. -Make sure you're sure.
-l'll keep looking. -Stay on it.
Roger that.
Ready? Let's go.
This is the last door.
-Clear, Sarge! -Come on down.
-FRAZlER: Did you find a dead hostage? -Negative.
DARlUS: lf it ain't here, you must've missed something.
Maybe, but l'm pretty sure we're the only ones moving around down here.
Check this out. They forgot to rob the joint.
MlTCHELL: Holy shit. FRAZlER: And you didn't find anybody?
We're still looking, but there are no bad guys,
no booby traps, no tunnels, no damage.
-And nothing missing. -Great, great, great.
We'll put out a city-wide description for David fucking Copperfield, then, huh?
Listen, l'm not trying to tell you your jobs, Detectives,
but unless they swam out through the toilets,
whoever did this is upstairs sucking pavement.
All right, good job.
What's that?
Cell phones.
-Hey, guys! You need to see this. -Okay.
Collins! Grab a uniform, make a quick count of that money in there, all right?
-Yes, sir. -And stand by, all right?
Don't let anybody get tempted, including you!
COLLlNS: Yes, sir!
Right here, Detective.
-What do you got? -You're going to love this one. Toy guns.
Fake guns. You got to be kidding me.
-Toys. -As if it wasn't weird enough already.
COP: (OVER RADlO) Cap, come to the ladies' room.
On my way.
Check it out.
We can stop looking for that body.
Fake guns.
Fake execution.
Nobody goes home till we get everybody's story.
Cap, we got something else in the storage room.
-Porcario? -Yo.
-Where's the men's room? -Down the hallway on the left.
COP: Pick them up, pick them up. Toss them.
MALE HOSTAGE: l'm a hostage. Stop pushing.
COLLlNS: Female hostages to be searched by female officers only!
COP: All right, listen, let's get these people up.
-l can't hear you. What? -Valerie Keepsake.
Valerie Keepsake. Go, go, get on the bus.
-Kenneth Damerjian. -Yeah.
Person one.
-l'm Peter Hammond. -Eric Dodge.
-Wait! -Chaim. My name's Chaim.
Fucking cocksucker.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Just give me your name. Just give me your name.
Say your name.
l work in the bank!
l'm the bank security guard! Nobody's listening!
Okay, we'll straighten it out.
Everybody's saying listen! Nobody's listening!
We'll straighten it out. Come on.
-Listen, l'm not getting on the bus! -Yes, you are.
-COLLlNS: Move! Move! Move! -l am not! l work at the bank!
COP: Collins, you got this?
Listen, l work at the bank!
COLLlNS: All right, just get him on the bus. Get him on the bus.
-Nobody's listening! -All right. Calm down. Get on the bus.
-COP 1 : Come on, guys, guys! -COP 2: Over this way. Over this way.
Officer, take her over to Sarge. Come on.
COP 3: Come on, let's get going with these people off that line over there.
Come on.
Captain, l'm telling you, this thing is a mess.
They thought this one out, soup to nuts.
So, lay it out for me.
We photograph everybody that came out of the bank.
We sit them down, we question them, we show them the photos.
Most of them can't point to anybody that's guilty of anything.
We ask them if they could recognize anybody who was not one of the bad guys.
Even if we considered someone as a possible suspect,
there's one or two or three other people that would rule them out.
lt's like the thing never happened.
-What about prints? -Everywhere. So what?
-All it shows is that these people were there. -Alibis?
Just about everyone.
Even if their alibi was weak,
a hostage would identify them as being one of the good guys.
There we are, back to square one.
Priors?
We got one employee who had some juvie stuff. One customer had...
Excuse me.
One customer had an out-of-state warrant for child support.
Another one had a couple of priors, G.L.A. mostly.
Again, same problem. Plus, he was a fucking idiot.
-Bank cameras? -Useless.
l'm telling you, they thought of everything. Almost.
-Sounded like everything to me. -But this.
We haven't found that .357 or the perp that was holding it.
lf you did, there'd be no prints on it anyway.
-Bury it. -Bury it?
What the fuck do you expect me to say?
Captain, this thing stinks to high hell. l mean, somebody did something here.
You said it yourself.
You got no robbery. No suspects.
Nobody's breathing down my neck to come up with answers.
l'm not gonna breathe down yours. Bury it.
l wasn't expecting this.
l promise you, l'll find you guys more cases to solve.
Okay.
Oh, here's something that you probably did expect.
-They found that missing Madrugada money. -No shit.
Yes, you want to know where it was?
-ln my bank account? -No.
-My summer house in Sag Harbor? -No.
-My wallet? -No.
Then, no. l don't want to know.
MlTCHELL: This is bullshit, man.
l mean, we're the only ones left trying to catch the bad guys
and they're gonna come after us like that?
l'll tell you what. Every one of your accusers, man,
l say we go after them all, Keith, Michael Corleone style.
''Michael Corleone, do you renounce Satan?''
''Yes, l renounce him.''
FRAZlER: There's no 392.
-Huh? -Safety deposit box number 392.
According to these records, it doesn't exist.
Pinstriped, mayonnaise, lying motherfucker.
-Didn't Coughlin say we should move on? -Let's go.
Thank you, again, Your Honor. l'll come pick it up tomorrow?
-Yes, you're welcome. -Thank you.
What are you doing, Detective?
Now, what business do you have with Judge Pasqua?
Police business.
-Weren't you told to bury this? -l got a job to do, Miss White.
And since when is your job more important than your career?
-Or did you forget our arrangement? -We didn't have any arrangement.
Let me tell you how this works. You...
No, let me tell you how this works.
You press here to record and you press here to play.
MADELElNE: (OVER RECORDER) There's also the matter of the $140,000
that seems to have walked away
from the Madrugada check-cashing bust.
FRAZlER: I didn't have anything to do with that, so...
MAYOR: We'd like to be in your corner on that.
In exchange for what? I mean, what, do you want me to do something unethical?
I mean, no disrespect to the both of youse
but I don't need you to be in my corner, Mr. Mayor.
Look, I'm innocent.
MADELElNE: Innocent or guilty, you're still going down.
MAYOR: Give Miss White whatever she needs, or your career is over.
Done.
Kaput.
So? You gave me what l wanted.
Your career is blossoming and all is right with the world.
What was Case hiding?
You know, there's a famous saying by the Baron de Rothschild.
''When there's blood on the streets, buy property.''
l think Mr. Case really took that sentiment to heart.
But he is no different than half the Fortune 500.
Let it go, Detective.
You're a good cop.
This city needs you.
-Lady! Lady, you're in the wrong place. -l have an appointment.
Arthur.
-Good morning. -Miss White.
Have a seat.
Thank you, Vincent. That's all for now. Thank you.
(CASE CLEARlNG THROAT)
Well. What did he say?
Well, Detective Frazier turned out to be quite sharp.
But l just fast-tracked his career a little and he's under control.
l hope so. Tell me about the envelope.
Where is it now?
Well, the gang leader is going to hang on to it,
as an insurance policy to keep you from seeking revenge.
Clearly, he has a very low opinion of you.
And what might that be?
Well, let's see. ln a nutshell, that you got rich,
doing business with the Nazis during the Holocaust.
Yes.
lt was 60 years ago. l was young and ambitious.
l saw a short path to success and l took it.
l sold my soul.
And l've been trying to buy it back ever since.
But you and this mystery man, you have an understanding?
l think so. And he managed to get out of there with that envelope.
lf someday he comes back to blackmail you, well,
you'll pay him. And you'll get it back.
-So, l guess that's it. -l suppose so.
-Bullshit. -l beg your pardon?
He didn't go through all that just to stick your envelope under his mattress.
Look, they left money untouched, Arthur.
So?
So, he had to have walked out of there with something else.
The bank says that there was nothing missing.
So, there had to have been something in that box
that was worth more to him than your envelope.
You don't have to tell me.
There's only one thing it could be anyway.
Diamonds.
And then there's the ring.
Cartier ring.
lt belonged to the wife of a Parisian banker.
Wealthy family of French Jews.
And when the war came along, the ring and everything else they owned
was confiscated and they were shipped off to concentration camps. None survived.
We were friends.
l could have helped them.
But the Nazis paid too well.
Can l trust that you will keep what you've learned
here today confidential?
Despite whatever you may think?
Yes, Arthur.
Well, l'd love to tell you what a monster you are,
but l have to help bin Laden's nephew buy a co-op on Park Avenue.
lf that were true, you wouldn't tell me.
We're listing you as a reference.
(SlGHlNG)
My name is Dalton Russell.
Pay strict attention to what l say
because l choose my words carefully and l never repeat myself.
I've told you my name. That's the ''who. ''
The ''where'' could most readily be described as a prison cell.
But there is a vast difference
between being stuck in a tiny cell and being in prison.
The ''what'' is easy.
Recently I planned and set in motion events to execute the perfect bank robbery.
That's also the ''when.''
As for the ''why, '' beyond the obvious financial motivation,
it's exceedingly simple.
Because I can.
Which leaves us only with the ''how. ''
And therein, as the Bard would tell us,
lies the rub.
(BANGlNG)
STEVE: He's gonna smell like shit. STEVE-O: What do you expect after a week?
CHAlM: Yeah.
Why do you think l rolled down the window?
(CHUCKLlNG)
Oh, shit.
That cop, Frazier, and his partner are walking into the bank.
-Are they coming for me? -Can't say. It's just the two of them.
MAN: Yeah, everything's going great today. No.
Yeah, about 5:30. Okay.
Sounds like fun. Okay.
Talk to you later.
-Sorry. -Excuse me.
Mr. Hammond?
Good morning, Detectives.
Just like he planned.
l got a court order here to open a safe deposit box.
Number 392.
(STEVE-O SlGHlNG)
STEVE-O: Oh, thank God.
Where is it?
l left it in there.
This way, Detectives.
Why did you do that? You left the ring.
Trust me.
l left it in good hands.
DALTON: I'm no martyr.
I did it for the money.
But it's not worth much if you can't face yourself in the mirror.
Respect is the ultimate currency.
I was stealing from a man who traded his away for a few dollars.
And then he tried to wash away his guilt.
Drown it in a lifetime of good deeds and a sea of respectability.
-Let me get that. -Let me.
It almost worked, too.
Okay.
But inevitably,
the further you run from your sins,
the more exhausted you are when they catch up to you.
And they do.
Son of a bitch.
Certain.
It will not fail.
FRAZlER: What do you think that's worth?
(CHUCKLlNG) lf you got to ask, man, you can't afford it.
Thank goodness my girlfriend ain't here.
''Follow the ring''?
-Detective Frazier. -Mr. Case.
-How are you? -l am great.
Nobody got killed at the bank. Everybody's happy. My kind of day.
That's wonderful. Wonderful.
-Detective Mitchell. -Mr. Case.
-Be seated, gentlemen. -Thank you.
-Can l offer you anything? -No.
l must say
l was most impressed
by the way you handled that business.
Thank you, Mr. Case.
Whenever l hear the term ''New York's Finest''
you're who l think of.
You keep the rest of us safe and make it look easy.
-Pardon me. -Well, what's so amusing?
When you say ''the rest of us,'' Mr. Case, l mean, you got to look around.
''The rest of us'' is a category that you haven't qualified for in a long time.
Touche, Detective. l won't deny it. l've done well.
Yes, you have. But l'm very confused.
You see, l got a case
where armed robbers laid siege to your bank.
lt is your bank, right?
Well, l'm Chairman of the Board of Directors.
Then ita-zita-vene-gazoo.
The robbers disappear. Poof.
And they don't take a nickel, right?
-You're asking me? -Yes, l'm asking you.
l mean, it's your bank. You own it. l'm asking you.
lt's a tiny part of our organization.
No robbers. No real victims. No loot missing.
lt's got to be the first time in law-enforcement history.
l never heard of it before.
So, you got to ask yourself, ''What the fuck happened?'' Don't you, Mr. Case?
l'm not quite sure l like your tone, Officer.
You don't like my tone? Then give me a straight answer.
lt's the founding bank of your empire. You built it. lt's your baby.
Give me a straight answer. What do you think happened?
-l have no idea. -Oh, come on, now. Come on.
l'll tell you what l think happened.
l think you sent that woman in there to patch things up.
Miss White. l think you paid her. What was she doing in there?
Look, this is absurd.
Are you implying that l had anything to do with it?
392.
Safe deposit box 392. What's the story on that?
-l have no idea what you're... -Don't lie to me, Mr. Case.
-l don't lie. -l looked at all the records.
All the bank records for safe deposit boxes at your bank.
At first glance, everything looked fine,
but there was one safe deposit box that had no records.
l mean, going all the way back to 1948.
So l started thinking. Who would have the answer to this riddle?
Probably the man who forgot to mention
that he built the bank in the first place in 1948.
lt doesn't add up, Mr. Case. lt does not add up.
l'm afraid l can't be of any further use to you, Detective.
lt's something really bad, isn't it?
Mr. Frazier, l have spent my whole life serving humanity.
You can ask anyone who knows me.
They'll vouch for me, and for the things that l've done.
You think they'll vouch for you after l find out the truth about this ring?
l don't think so.
Oh, by the way, that thing you said about us being New York's finest?
l want you to know, we really appreciate that.
How gracious.
Let's go. We're gonna follow that ring.
-Hey, Keith, let me see your shoe. -What?
-Let me see your shoe. -Why?
'Cause l have never seen anybody put their foot that far up a guy's ass.
Yeah, l guess l did, didn't l?
Oh, man. You cut him an ass the length of the Lincoln Tunnel.
We're gonna need a traffic cop on that shit.
Good afternoon, sir.
-Do you have a reservation? -Looking for the Mayor.
-May l have your hat, please? -No, you cannot. Get your own.
MADELElNE: They're looking to invest $4 billion over the next four years.
And that's all in place.
Sorry to interrupt you, Mr. Mayor, but there's an old American saying,
''When there's blood on the streets, somebody's got to go to jail.''
Edwin, could you please excuse us for a minute?
MAYOR: What's this about, Detective?
l believe Detective Frazier is looking for some closure?
That's a good word. Closure.
Case closed, you know what l mean?
This is the number
of the War Crimes lssues office in Washington, D.C.
How'd you like to be on the front page of the New York Times?
That'd be great.
Make sure they spell my name right, though. That's Frazier with a ''z''.
You can keep the pen.
You made copies?
Please.
We got to keep the real criminals off the streets, Your Honor.
All right, well, thanks for lunch.
War crimes, huh?
What have you got me into this time?
(SNORlNG SOFTLY)
Mama?
-Did you bring Big Willie? -And the twins.
Slow down, girl.
l'll get my gun off before l get my gun off, okay?
Pow, pow.
-Sorry. -Excuse me.
FRAZlER: Why don't you just walk out the door?
DALTON: I will.
I'm gonna walk out of that door when I'm good and ready.
Son of a bitch.
Come on, honey. The handcuffs are getting cold.