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My name is Dalton Russell.
Pay strict attention to what l say
because l choose my words carefully and l never repeat myself.
līve told you my name. Thatīs the "who."
The "where" could most readily be described as a prison cell.
But thereīs a vast difference
between being stuck in a tiny cell and being in prison.
The "what" is easy.
Recently l planned and set in motion, events to execute the perfect bank robbery.
Thatīs also the "when."
As for the "why," beyond the obvious financial motivation,
itīs exceedingly simple.
Because l can.
Which leaves us only with the "how."
And therein, as the Bard would tell us,
lies the rub.
So, your mother tells me about
a certain young lady whoīs helping you with the Triborough Bridge project?
- Okay? - All right, okay.
Heīs crazy.
- Now? On 51st? 50... - Yeah, thatīs where he is right now.
Heīs on 40, he... No, heīs still on 47th Street, but itīs a much smaller space.
What do l have to...
Yeah, weīll get lobster. līll put it on Mr. Ansinoriīs card.
Whatever. ltīs a meeting with one of his clients or something.
Because itīs been like over a year now. Yeah.
l want to snap this guyīs neck, l swear to God.
So what?
So what? Theyīre flowers. They couldīve been to his grandmother.
They couldīve been to me. ltīs my birthday, so...
Okay, so maybe itīs a clientīs.
Okay. This is funny.
l got this guy in front of me that thinks l donīt see him looking at me.
Fantastic. God damn it.
- Excuse me. - Yeah.
Can you lower your voice just a little bit, please?
Youīre getting a little loud on your phone.
Yeah. Fine.
l donīt want you disturbing the other customers.
- Sorry. - All right?
- Yeah, you got it. - Thank you.
lt was a security guy.
l didnīt know l was in a library. ltīs a fucking bank.
Manhattan Trust.
...from Yale. And this fucking rich prick l work for.
Thank you.
Excuse me. Sir?
Easy.
Everybody get down on the fucking floor! Now!
Get down on the ground!
You have four seconds! Anyone still standing gets shot!
One! Two! Three!
Back away from that counter! Get your hand away from that button!
Put your hands on the floor! Now!
Oh... What the... What is this?
- Todd, what are we gonna do? - What the fuck do you want me to do?
- Keep your head down, fat man! - All right!
Get your fucking face on the floor!
You get the same treatment as everyone else, Rabbi.
Get down.
Now, my friends and l are making
a very large withdrawal from this bank.
Anybody gets in our way gets a bullet in the brain.
Lie down, old man! Put your fucking hands down!
- Get your face on the floor. - All right, līm down! līm down!
Hey, Officer, thereīs smoke coming out of there.
Possible 10-30. Manhattan Trust. 20 Exchange Place.
l have got hostages.
You fucking cops come near this door, l start killing people.
l not fucking kidding, man.
Central. Give me an 85.
Back up, sir! Back up! You!
- Shit! - Back up! Back up!
Stay around the corner!
Central, give me an 85.
Perp with a gun. Possible hostages.
l repeat, possible hostages. 20 Exchange. Manhattan Trust.
Baby, līm fighting for my life over here.
Keith, every time we have this conversation, itīs the same thing.
- "Not now." - Listen. Listen.
Do you know what kind of thin ice līm on right now
with this check-cashing thing? They want to lock me up.
lf this $140,000 doesnīt show up somewhere soon,
- things gonna get rough for me. - But you didnīt take it.
Of course l didnīt take it, baby. ltīs just some lying drug dealer
trying to save his own ass by fucking me over.
- Eventually, itīll go away. - Then what?
- What about us? - Then, you know, līll make First Grade
and weīll have enough money to buy a bigger place and then, you know...
Why we got to have this conversation every time your brother gets locked up
-or gets caught stealing a car?. - Heīs the only family līve got.
All right, līm sorry, baby. You okay?
- You still love me? - līm sorry, too.
- You still love me? - l love you, baby.
All right. Big Willie and the twins for you when l get home.
- l got the handcuffs. - l got the gun.
Bye, Big Daddy.
- Big Willie and the twins, huh? - Thatīs correct.
Her lowlife brother, heīs got three priors, one for armed robbery.
17-year-old high-school dropout. Doesnīt have an honest bone in his body
and heīs too fucking stupid to amount to anything. Even as a criminal.
- Canīt you get rid of him? - l could, couldnīt l?
No, she loves him. What am l gonna do? Put him out in the street?
- Howīs he feel about you? - Oh, heīs thrilled.
To have a detective sleeping in the next room,
banging his sister. Then she tries to bring it all back on me.
You know, "lf we had a bigger place, we wouldnīt have this problem."
Of course, if we got married then things would be different.
- And whatīs wrong with that? - A wedding. Furniture. Kids.
You know what a diamond ring costs?
- Come on, man. Youīve been married. - Please. l was 21.
- Yeah, but you give her a ring? - Yeah, but she wonīt call me back.
- You guys cops? - Oh, shit! He made us!
Christmas came early for you this year.
Bank robbery. Hostage situation. 20 Exchange Place.
- What? - Grossmanīs on vacation. Youīre up.
What about the Madrugada thing? The check-cashing thing?
- l thought l was in the doghouse. - l just threw you a bone.
As far as līm concerned, you still work here,
- but if you donīt think youīre ready... - No, no, heīs ready!
Oh, good. Good.
līm giving you a break, here. Donīt make me look like a fool.
- This is it, baby. The show! - Yeah.
You got the call, man. God damn!
l guess l should be happy. l might get to put off l.A.B.
Hereīs all you need to know. You walk in unarmed.
Head bad guy puts a gun to your head and makes you get on your knees.
You look around. There are five armed men pointing Uzis at you.
Just picture them in their underwear.
How about orange jumpsuits and shackles?
- There you go, Keith. You can do this, man. - Look out, bad guys. Here l come.
Get back around the corner! Get back!
l told you, move it! Move it!
Get those people back! Get them the hell out of here!
All right, guys, as soon as we pull up, l want everybody out.
The second floor window. Now.
- Let them in there! - Letīs go! Go now!
Sarge, what do you got?
l got a perp in the bank. Possible hostage situation.
Whoīs on today? Whoīs your boss?
- Sergeant Hernandez. līll get him over here. - Get him down here.
- Sergeant Hernandez, you on the air? - On the air. Go.
Sarge, l got Sergeant Collins over here. He called this in.
Can you come over to the other side?
Redirect, on my way. Letīs go.
Back up! Go around, around the corner.
Pull back. Pull it back. We got to keep this secure.
- Collins? What you got? - Hernandez.
l got a perp inside with a gun. He claims heīs got some hostages in there.
Everyone, heads up! Letīs clear the way!
Letīs go. Set them up. All right.
Weīve got it under control.
Step back, please!
- Step back! - Get back! Thank you.
Thereīs nothing going on.
Youīll see it on the news tonight.
Step back, please.
Mr. Case?
Oh, good morning, Katherine. What can l do for you?
Sir, thereīs a robbery in progress at one of our branches.
Oh, my.
- Has anybody been hurt? - l donīt think so, but there are hostages.
Oh, how awful.
- Which branch is it? - Number 32. 20 Exchange Place.
- Which one? - 20 Exchange Place.
Thank you, Katherine.
līm sorry, Mr. Case.
Oh, dear God.
Get these people out of here. Come on, open these gates. Back up.
Up on the sidewalk. Come on in.
Sergeant Collins, first on scene. Are you the hostage negotiator?
Thatīs right. Detective Frazier. This is Detective Mitchell. What do you got?
Not much. Saw the bank was filled with smoke.
The door was locked. l tried to take a look inside
and one of the gunmen opens the door, sticks a.357 in my face,
screaming in some foreign accent about killing hostages.
- See any other gunmen? - No, sir. l couldnīt see anything at all.
- You hear anything inside? - No, sir,
but with that.357 sticking in my face, l canīt really be sure. līm sorry.
Okay.
Good, good. Good, good, good, good. You did a good job, Sergeant.
You ever had a gun stuck in your face before?
- Yeah, once. - Really?
Yeah, by a 12-year-old.
- What was that like? - Not one of my better days.
l bet. All right, well, look.
As soon as we get this thing cleared up, weīll cut you loose, all right?
lf you donīt mind, līd rather hang around a while,
at least until we make contact.
Thatīs what l like to hear, Sergeant.
What? Come on. Why you doing this? Why you doing this to me?
Pop, whatīs going on? Yo.
All bank employees, raise your hands!
Bank employees, this side! Everyone else, over there!
Now, l need everybody to take your cell phones and your keys
out of your pockets and handbags and hold them in the air.
- Whatīs your name? - Peter.
- Peter what? - Peter Hammond.
- Whereīs your cell phone, Peter Hammond? - l left it at home.
Peter, think very carefully about how you answer the next question
because if you get it wrong, your headstone will read,
"Here lies Peter Hammond, hero,
"who valiantly attempted to prevent a brilliant bank robbery
"by trying to hide his cellular phone,
"but wound up getting shot in the fucking head."
Now, Peter Hammond,
where is your cell phone?
līm telling you, l did. l left it at home.
Okay, l fucked up. līm sorry. Please.
Hey. Donīt worry about it.
Just let me talk to you! Please, please, listen to me.
Let me explain.
Help! Help me.
Stop!
Anyone else here smarter than me?
- And you are? - Vikram Walia.
Vikram Walia. Thanks, Vikram.
Hey, mister.
Keep it.
Men here. Women here.
Move!
l need all of you to strip down to your underwear.
Now.
Lady?
Believe me. This is the only situation where līd ask you to do this.
- But take off your fucking clothes. - No.
You should be ashamed of yourself.
Whatīs with you mishegoyim?
Go ahead. Make my day.
- Take your fucking clothes off, lady. - No!
Stevie?
Letīs go!
Now, l need all of you
to put on one of these suits and these masks.
līm Shon Gables, with CBS 2 News, outside Manhattan Trust Bank,
where we have just been told by investigators,
the bank has been robbed.
The suspect or possible suspects are inside,
holed up with an unknown number of hostages.
- Captain Darius? - Yeah.
līm Detective Frazier. This is Detective Mitchell.
Hey.
You may remember, we worked that hospital thing on 93rd,
during my training?
Oh, yeah. That was a real shame.
Yeah, it was. lt was.
So, what do we got?
l got an unknown number of suspects and an unknown number of hostages,
and a bank, and about a million spectators, and l canīt see shit inside there,
- so līm kind of busy. - l understand.
The way this works, Mr. Frazier, is l deal with Mr. Grossman.
So if you need anything, you can speak with him, okay?
No, itīs not okay, Captain.
Detective Grossman is away on vacation,
so Detective Frazier is the big dick today, all right?
Now, if you need anything, you can speak to me, all right?
l guess itīll have to be.
Thatīs the way itīs gonna be. You got vests for us?
- Berk! - Yo!
- Get these guys some vests! - Okay.
- And check them into the command log. - Okay.
You know what? līm gonna get out of your hair
and let you get control of this crime scene, okay?
Youīll let me know when youīre ready with a detailed briefing?
Weīre gonna take a walk down to the diner.
Donīt go in the bank without calling us first, all right? Okay?
- All right. - Good to see you, Captain.
Shouldnīt we be in there?
Letīs give him some time. See what he does.
Until he secures his position and gets the physical layout,
heīll only dump on us.
lf the show starts, heīll call us. Trust me. līve seen him work.
Your call, Keith.
Can you get that for me? l guess it is, isnīt it?
Thatīs the one thing l learned from Grossman,
is these guys donīt have much respect for what we do.
- How do you mean? - Well, to them itīs a tactical situation.
Us being here means thereīs a mental side to it that they donīt get.
- Told you, you could handle this. - Yeah.
l keep waiting for someone higher up on the food chain to show up and say,
"Hereīs what we do."
What happened at the hospital?
Guy shot himself, shot his girlfriend. Thank you.
l told you, līve got
a heart condition.
Get up.
Put down your fucking weapons!
- Donīt move! Donīt move! - Donīt shoot! Donīt shoot!
- Donīt move! Donīt move! Come here! - l havenīt got...
- Come here, come here, come here! - l work in the bank!
On your knees! Down on your knees now!
- They sent me out here! - Now!
- He said stay away! - Cuff him.
lf you come near the bank, heīll throw out two dead bodies!
- Who said this? Who? - l donīt know who!
The guy with the big fucking gun!
- Thatīs who! - All right, get on your feet. Letīs go.
- Thereīs four of them in there! - Come on.
Christ!
- Calm down! - Letīs go!
- Am l gonna be on TV? - Yeah. A big star. Letīs go. Come on.
Was it a time when l thought l might not see my family again? Yeah.
Yeah, l thought about it. l mean, at first, l wasnīt...
lt was too much to think about at that point.
You know, with a gun in your face, but after a while l...
You know, l thought about...
Yeah.
My wife, you know, not seeing my wife again.
My kids. l got a 10-year-old son, 17-year-old daughter.
Yeah, l thought about it, man. What do you think?
Those are my babies.
Beautiful.
Go ahead.
Miss White, l want you to rest assured
my only intention is to spend time in your wonderful city
and to enjoy all that it has to offer.
And no business with your uncle?
ln truth, l have very little to do with him these days.
l havenīt seen him in nine years. ls that right?
- You are extremely well informed. - l have to be. Yes?
l have a Mr. Arthur Case on the phone for you.
Weīll need to end this here.
līm gonna need a copy of your purchase agreement,
your mortgage application, and the other documentation,
- and līll be in touch. - Thank you, Miss White.
Right this way, sir.
Arthur Case? You sure?
- Thatīs what he said. - He said his name, just like that?
lt wasnīt his secretary saying he was on the line?
- No, maīam. - All right. Put him through.
Okay.
- This is Madeleine White. - Miss White, līm Arthur Case.
Oh, good morning, Mr. Case.
- Have we met formally?. - No, sir, l donīt believe we have.
Yet, youīre always turning up
at my July 4th parties in Southampton.
Yes, we know some of the same people.
lt seems.
līll come right to the point.
l have a small problem which requires someone
with very special skills and complete discretion.
Are you such a person or have l been misinformed?
Go on.
Can l pick you up in front of your office building in five minutes?
- līll be downstairs. - Thank you.
They had a kind of genius plan
for throwing us out of whack
and depriving us of any kind of way of controlling ourselves.
They were... They were very
insistent, and yet, strangely detached.
All l know is that they called each other a variation of Steve.
Steven, Steve-O, Stevie.
And they called you what?
They didnīt call me anything. They just told me...
Youīre lying to me. Tell me the truth, now. Youīre lying to me.
Tell me the... Look at me and tell me the truth.
They had AK-47 s out. Four of them.
- You know a lot about guns. - No.
- l donīt know anything about guns, except... - But you know they had an AK-47.
- Everybody knows what an AK-47 is. - Everybody?
Anybody whoīs ever watched a decent action movie would.
- You ever rob a bank before? - Are you kidding?
Me rob a bank? No.
- Never stole a dollar? - Never.
- Never? - Not ever.
- You know what? - That one time, that one time.
l stole a nickel from my grandmotherīs pocketbook once.
She was Polish.
l used to go up to her and say, "Mama, toh nicklah, toh nicklah."
One day, l opened her pocketbook and there was a nickel.
l took it.
That was the only thing l ever took.
Look, Detective, l didnīt mean to give you a hard time back there.
Forget about it. Whatīs the story, Captain?
Well, the hostage they let go was Herman Gluck, 73.
He was having chest pains. Paramedics have him.
They told him to say that if any cops came near the door,
theyīd throw out two dead bodies.
He thinks thereīs four perps. Says they came in dressed as painters.
Thereīs a video system in the bank.
Weīre working on getting a download
from Manhattan Trustīs central security office, but itīll take a while.
We got the block locked up. l got men in the windows.
Weīre checking on the sewers with D.E.P.
What about the phones?
Cut and diverted into M.C.C. Weīre the only ones theyīre gonna call.
Cell phones are monitored and we can jam the air whenever you say.
But we like to leave it clear in case a hostage is able to get through,
but so far nothing.
- 911? - ltīs up on the screen.
Any call about a bank gets routed straight to us.
Well, thatīs my end of it, Detective.
Yeah.
Yeah, līm not calling them yet.
Beg your pardon?
Doesnīt feel right yet, you know what l mean?
līm not gonna call him and ask what l can do for him.
Letīs see what he does.
Your call.
Now, Mr. Case, why donīt you let me explain to you how l work?
Please. That would be nice.
Well, you say that there are family heirlooms inside your safety deposit box.
Thatīs fine.
But in my experience, people like you have people working for them
that handle these kinds of things.
And when they canīt, well, they donīt call me.
Their people call me.
So, immediately, l know that thereīs something in that box
that you donīt even want your closest aides to know about.
No problem with me.
You tell me l donīt need to know whatīs in that box and l donīt need to know.
But if you tell me that itīs a bunch of old baseball cards
and l find out that itīs the launch codes for a nuclear missile,
then letīs just say we no longer have an agreement.
- Have you finished? - Yes.
Whatīs inside that box, young lady,
has belonged to me since before you were born.
ltīs very valuable and poses no danger whatsoever to anyone.
Except you.
Okay. Well, first, there are men with guns in there,
so l canīt guarantee any results. Agreed?
- Of course. - All right.
Now, what makes you think that they want to rob your box?
l donīt.
Well, why donīt you tell me how you would like this to end?
līd prefer that nobody ever touch my safe deposit box.
Not them, not you, not the authorities.
And the sooner this situation ends, the happier līll be.
- ls that specific enough for you? - No.
The contents of that box
are of great value to me.
So long as they remain my secret.
And if theyīre exposed?
līll face some difficult questions.
- So, it stays locked or it disappears. - Precisely.
- Can you make that happen? - Yes.
l hope so. l have to say, l canīt help but be skeptical.
Whoever gave you my number got the same deal.
Clearly, they must have been satisfied.
Steve?
ltīs time for Steve-O.
l came out here to take a look at the perimeter they laid down.
Guess what l found?
That hostage they let out said these guys came in dressed like painters, right?
Yeah.
Probably stolen.
Have them run it and check it for prints.
- Everybody on? - Yep, līm there.
- Sure you got the right number? - Absolutely.
Okay. Nothing yet.
We got video.
Letīs have it.
What happened to that camera right there?
Wait. Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Yeah, there it is. That guy right there.
ltīs like he blinds the camera with the flashlight.
ltīs weird, isnīt it? ltīs like nobody else sees it.
- Youīd think itīd be pretty bright, huh? - lt could be infrared.
- Whatīs that? - lnfrared bulb.
See, humans canīt see it, but a video camera will pick it up.
He could knock out the cameras without no one knowing.
Right, right, right, right.
He knocked out the cameras about 10:00.
So, for approximately two minutes,
we got no evidence of people leaving or entering the bank. Thatīs great.
Miriam, how long were you there before it began?
lt was just a few minutes.
Well, can you tell us what happened after the explosions and the smoke?
They just told us to put our heads down. And then close our eyes.
And then l just remember one of them
telling the others to just go down and fix the cameras.
- The video cameras? - l donīt know.
Anything else you want to share with us?
No, just...
- You sure? - Yeah, l...
Could you give us the names of the bank robbers, maybe?
līm just messing with you, sweetheart.
- You okay? - Thank you.
Okay.
- lt was pretty awful. - Was it bad?
l mean, they made us strip.
They made us take off our clothes.
l donīt understand why they had to do that.
l really just thought...
l thought l was gonna be killed.
Well.
- All right, my dear. - Okay.
- l can go? - No.
- No? - No, you got to stay.
- You got to stay. - No, you can go.
No, stay. No, go.
Did you rob the bank?
- You did. - Did you rob the bank?
- No. - You sure?
- Put down the fucking weapon! - Donīt shoot! Donīt shoot!
Donīt move! Donīt move!
Heīs got a device on him there.
l said put your hands on your head and get down on your fucking knees!
l said put your hands on your head and down on your knees now!
- Hands are tied! - Hands are tied.
- Jesus, pat him down. - All right.
- līm one of the hostages! - Careful.
Easy, be very careful, now. Easy.
l canīt see him from where līm at.
- l can see him. l got a clear shot. - Any weapons?
- Who are you? - Vikram Walia. l work in the bank.
Okay. Vikram? ls this a bomb?
- Oh, shit! A fucking Arab! - What? No. līm a Sikh!
- ls that a bomb? - No.
- Answer me, Vikram. ls this a bomb? - No.
- Are you booby-trapped? - No, fuck, no.
Okay, Vikram, l need you to relax.
- Jesus, give me a hand. - l donīt know.
Just watch. Thereīs a lot of movement in that bank.
- Team, take him down. - Mike, now, get him.
What the fuck? Easy, easy.
Get off my... Thatīs my turban. Get off. Easy.
Get... My turban! Look, fuck, give my turban back!
Come on, shut up. Relax.
What the fuck are you doing? Give me my turban back.
- You canīt fucking rip my turban. - Shut up, already.
- What the fuck? - Come on, move it.
Get your fucking hands off me!
And the 11:00 and 12:00...
And donīt forget about your 1:00 with Chancellor Joel Klein.
- Oh, Madge. What a day... - Your Honor.
Madeleine! How are you?
līm just fine, but thank you for seeing me on such short notice.
- Sure. Madge, are we through here? - Yes, Mr. Mayor.
This way, Miss White.
l always have time to put on a tux and eat free food for a good cause.
Who are we saving this week?
Well, līm doing a round of support
for the Joseph Freidkin Memorial Fund for Spinal Cord Research
and weīre having our annual fundraiser next month.
lf you could attend, it would give us such a boost.
lt would be my pleasure. ls there anything else l can do to...
- What the fuck do you want? - A favor.
- No shit. Which kind? - The last one līll ever ask of you.
Thatīs the kind l had in mind.
You know about this hostage situation.
On my way. Whatīs it to do with you?
All right, well, l need to keep an eye on it.
So, l want you to bring me down there and tell whoeverīs in charge
to extend me every courtesy.
Youīre out of your fucking mind.
lf it was easy, it wouldnīt square us, would it?
- ltīs impossible. - Nothingīs impossible.
You just have to call in a few markers, thatīs all.
l may have to give out a few.
Then thatīs exactly what youīll do.
Youīre a magnificent cunt.
Thank you.
ltīs been a very tense situation for several hours now.
ltīs unclear how many hostages are inside
and how many robbers police are dealing with.
Officials say this all started out as a robbery at Manhattan Trust,
but has turned into this hostage situation.
Negotiators are here on the scene, working very hard
and itīs still unclear on any possible injuries.
Of course, weīll keep you up to date with the very latest
and we will remain here on the scene as this all unfolds.
Thatīs the latest from here in lower Manhattan.
Reporting live, līm Sandra Endo. Back to you.
"Protect and serve" my ass. Whereīs my turban?
līm not talking to anybody without a turban.
ltīs part of my religion, to cover my head in respect to God. līm a Sikh.
Okay, weīll find your turban.
Not an Arab, by the way, like your cops called me outside.
Now, no, l donīt think you heard that.
There was a lot going on. You were probably disoriented.
- l didnīt hear that. - l heard what l heard.
līll give you all the information you want.
l donīt need this. l need my turban. ltīs part of my religion.
- Weīll get you your turban. - Weīll find it for you.
No, no, no. Not "get me." l want my turban now.
You just got to start thinking about the people inside the bank now.
ltīs a dangerous situation.
You got to start telling us about whatīs going on inside the bank.
We can talk about this later. Weīll get an officer to come down.
You can write a formal complaint.
But for now, we got to deal with this situation.
First you beat me, and now you want my help.
You need to start thinking about your coworkers.
l could apologize on behalf of the NYPD, but that was not us. We are detectives.
- Weīre gonna try and find out... - What do you want to know?
- How many were there? - l think there were about four.
- How many hostages? - l donīt know how many hostages, 20, 30.
līm fucking tired of this shit. What happened to my fucking civil rights?
Why canīt l go anywhere without being harassed?
l get thrown out of a bank. līm a hostage. l get harassed.
l go to the airport.
l canīt go through security without a "random" selection.
Fucking random, my ass. l nearly lost my job...
l bet you can get a cab, though.
l guess thatīs one of the perks.
Put the ice on your face.
"Two buses with full gas tanks. One jumbo jet with full gas tank
"and pilots at JFK, parked at the end of runway."
They give us until 9:00 pm to do this,
then they kill one hostage every hour in front of TV cameras.
"Bank is secured with Semtex. We will demonstrate if necessary."
- Whatever you do, donīt give them a jet. - Thereīs no plane. Maybe a bus. Maybe.
Till l talk to them, they get nothing. Not even a cup of coffee.
For now, we wait.
Letīs let them wonder what weīre doing, okay?
Excuse me, Detectives. This is Arthur Case.
- Heīs the... - līm Chairman, Board of Directors.
- Of the bank. You wanna talk to him? - Absolutely.
Mr. Case, how are you? līm Detective Frazier.
Anything in particular you think we should know?
No. l just wondered if l might be of some assistance.
- Have they made any demands? - They want a jet.
Oh, l see.
Would you like me to arrange one for you?
līm so sorry. l must have misunderstood.
Thatīs quite all right, Mr. Case.
Where can we reach you if we need anything?
Well, those are my people in there, you know,
and l would like to stay here for a while. And l wonīt disturb you.
- līll be very quiet right down... - Sergeant Collins!
Mr. Case, weīll try and keep you posted as best we can,
but youīre gonna have to excuse us for now, okay?
- Right this way, sir. - Thank you very much.
- Absolutely. - This way, sir.
- Thank you very much. - And thank you all so much.
- Thank you. - Youīre welcome.
This way, sir.
"Fifty hungry people need food now."
All right. Are we ready with the listening devices?
līm gonna need 15 minutes once we get the food.
Pizzaīs the best. No sandwiches.
- ls she for real? - Are you for real?
Well, if we send in, say, 10 pizzas boxes with transmitters,
maybe weīll get some conversation if we give them something to group around.
Give them each a sandwich, itīs hit or miss.
They can move around and l donīt have 50 transmitters.
- Whatīs this? - ltīs a digital recorder.
You click it, and itīll record for half an hour.
- James Bond shit. - Well, you can get them on Amazon.
- You gonna ask for a hostage? - He already gave us one, didnīt he?
l ask for another one, he says no, then what?
No, he knows what heīs doing.
He gave us a hostage. Weīll give him some food.
l donīt want to get caught bluffing this guy.
Fuck this shit. Look, they want to shoot me for taking off my mask, they can go ahead.
Do you wanna get us all killed?
You wanna relax? What the hell is the difference?
Theyīre out there robbing the bank!
- Canīt you see they fucked him up? - Shut up.
You think they dressed us like this for fun, puņeta?
- l have no idea - Please shut up.
...why they made us put on all of this crap.
Probably so when the cops break in and try to rescue us
- we all get fucking shot. - Oh, my God!
ltīs a great plan, but, no, thanks.
l told you to shut up! Leave him!
No! Donīt do this to me! Please, donīt.
līll do as you say! No! Help! Help!
Please, donīt! Donīt!
One guy did most of the talking.
He told everyone else what to do.
- So they were talking amongst themselves? - We couldnīt hear them.
They had us in these rooms.
The doors were locked all the time.
We didnīt know what they were doing.
- Did you hear anything they said? - l have problems with my hearing.
- l see. - l wear hearing aids.
- Where are they? - Theyīre in my ears.
- Letīs see. - Let me see them.
- Yeah, letīs take a look at them. - Yeah, itīs a hearing aid.
Thatīs your other one, there?
Whatīs the red part, there? What does that do?
Theyīre different colors. You need two different...
And to distinguish right from left, also.
- Distinguish right from left? - Yeah.
Right from wrong.
l donīt understand.
- Steve? - līm sorry?
- l didnīt say anything. - Oh.
Steve. ls that your name? Steve?
Stevie? Steve-O?
- How much are they gonna pay you? - līm sorry?
- You heard me. - No, l didnīt.
- How much are they going to pay you? - Whoīs gonna pay me?
- Were you involved in this robbery? - Absolutely not.
Were you involved in this situation?
- What situation? - Donīt lie. Donīt lie.
lf he gives us a tip, līm keeping it.
- Put that gun down! - Check that weapon!
All right, everybody, relax. Calm down. Calm down.
Calm the fuck down!
How you doing?
līm Detective Keith Frazier, Hostage Negotiation Team.
Howīs it going?
Okay. l hope the pizzas are okay. They might be a little cold.
Listen, you pick up the phone anytime you want.
ltīs a direct line to me.
l would love to talk to you.
Nice talking to you.
Shit. Fucking Russians.
Call Operations. See if they can get a Russian translator over here ASAP.
And get some fucking body bags.
l hope you know what youīre doing.
Because if my guys got to shoot it out with those fucking savages...
Okay, okay, okay. Mitch?
Check with either one of the hostages.
Find out if they heard any Russian or Russian accents when they were in there.
Weīll be all right.
No!
Down on the floor!
Come on, sweetheart. Letīs go. Letīs go.
Stop crying! Shut the fuck up!
Get in there! Sit down! Put your masks on!
Come on, letīs go. Come on, boobs.
- "Boobs"? Who the fuck you talking to? - Letīs go. You heard me! Shut the fuck up!
- Why? - Move that fat ass! Letīs go! Come on!
"Fat ass"? Are you kidding me?
lf you donīt shut the fuck up, līm gonna put my foot up your fat ass!
Put your masks on!
Put your hands on the ground!
Okay, okay.
On the floor. Hands are on the floor.
Masks on!
Put your hands on the ground!
Come on, boobs, letīs go.
Oh, shit. Sit down! Sit down!
She was on line in front of me.
He was the teller on my line.
This guy was to my right and his kid was in front of him.
He was playing with a video game.
l remember her.
- Why do you remember her? - Great tits.
- You remember seeing any of them after? - Yeah, l saw her one time afterwards.
- How are you sure you saw her again? - l could see under the suit.
Canīt hide quality like that.
This guy, he almost got us all killed.
How?
They put eight or nine of us in an office for a while.
This guy took off his mask and was talking like he wasnīt afraid.
"l donīt have to wear this damn mask," you know?
So, they come in, pull him out of the room and smack him around a little.
- You see him again after that? - No.
- Was he okay? - Seemed fine.
You...
- You recognize anyone else from that room? - l canīt be sure about the others.
No one?
- Why donīt you keep looking? - You know, l was terrified.
What about before it began?
You didnīt look around while you were waiting in line?
l was talking to my girlfriend on the phone.
You wanna take another picture?
l could bend over and pick up a pencil.
Whatever.
This guy.
Asshole.
What the fuck? This ainīt Russian.
No? What the hell is it?
ltīs not Polish. Not Hungarian.
Bulgarian, maybe.
ltīs Central European. Sort of.
Thatīs it? l mean, youīre the language expert.
What? No.
- What do you think? - Well, okay.
Well, this is New York City.
Somebody on the street must know what it is.
Probably the hot-dog man.
Berk, play that over the speaker for me. Excuse me.
Excuse me!
Does anybody know what language theyīre speaking? Anybody?
Yo, my man.
Hey, Phil, let that guy through. Come on.
- You know what language theyīre speaking? - Yeah, theyīre speaking Albanian.
- Albanian? - Albanian. From Albania.
What am l doing here?
Yo, am l getting arrested for something?
No, youīre not getting arrested. Come on. Come on.
Whoa.
- Okay. What are they saying? - l have no idea what theyīre saying.
You got no idea? l thought you said you spoke Albanian.
No. l never said l speak Albanian.
You said you spoke Albanian.
l never said l speak Albanian.
Well, how do you know itīs Albanian?
My ex-wife and her parents are Albanian.
Her parents couldnīt speak English for shit.
l have no idea what theyīre saying,
but līll tell you right now that the language is 100% Albanian.
-100%? -100%.
Call the Albanian Consulate. See if they can get somebody over here
to translate this for us. Make it happen fast.
Okay, you hang out in the back for me, okay?
Oh, man, not again.
Van was stolen two days ago, but itīs clean. No prints.
- Nothing? - Nothing.
Albanian?
My man, like l told you, 100% Albanian.
Undeniable.
- Hey. - Thanks.
Yo, yo, yo. There go that motherfucker right there.
Hey, yo, you thought you was gonna get away with that shit, didnīt you?
How does this game work?
You get points for doing dirt, like jacking a car or selling crack.
And you lose points if someone jacks your ride or shoots you.
Come on, baby.
Take that! Take this! What? What? What?
Talk shit now! l donīt hear you!
Eat this! Eat that! Eat this! Eat that!
Youīre gone, baby! Youīre dead! Bye-bye!
Jesus!
Whatīs the point of this?
Like my man 50 says, "Get rich or die tryinī."
Yo, youīd get mad points for knocking over the bank.
- You think thatīs cool? - Hell, yeah. You trying to get paid, too.
Finish your slice. līll take you back to your father.
l got to talk to him about this game.
- ls it good? - No doubt.
ltīs gonna be okay.
Cool.
Youīll be home soon.
Thatīs whassup.
- Sir? - Yeah.
- No luck with the Albanian Consulate. - What do you mean?
l couldnīt tell what the guy was talking about. l think he wanted money.
And l tried the State Department. That takes a month.
Okay.
- Call her. - Are you crazy?
- l hate that bitch. Come on. - You said she speaks Albanian, right?
- Yeah, she was born there. - Call her.
līm gonna regret this.
- Whoīs Detective Frazier? - Right here.
- l have llina Maria over here. - Miritia.
- Oh, how you doing? - Hello.
How you doing?
- Whatīs this? - Parking tickets. You can fix them?
Yeah, līll see what l can do.
Can you listen to this and tell us what theyīre saying?
You canīt smoke in here.
Shit. Go ahead.
Whatīs so funny? What, you know what theyīre talking about?
l know what theyīre talking about. l even know who it is.
You know who it is? You mean you know their names?
- Who? l mean, who is it? - Parking tickets?
- Theyīre taken care of. Who is it? - ltīs Enver Hoxha.
- Who? - He was the president of Albania.
Wait.
Youīre telling me the former president of Albania is in there robbing a bank?
Enver Hoxhaīs dead.
Thatīs a tape of him discussing how Albanian people are great people.
They are immortal people. l wouldnīt worry.
ltīs a tape. Youīre sure about that?
l had to listen to all this nonsense in school.
"Communism is great. Capitalism is evil. Lenin, Marx, blah, blah, blah."
ltīs Enver Hoxha. ltīs a tape.
Okay. Okay, well, Officer, you can take her home.
And do me a favor, huh? Watch where you park next time, okay?
So, theyīre playing tapes for us now.
They knew we were gonna bug them.
Yeah, youīre damn right they knew we were gonna bug them. And they knew how.
What makes it even worse, they wanted us to bug them
so they could send us on a wild goose chase.
Last time l had my johnson pulled that good, it cost me $5.
$5?
Yeah, Tijuana. Donīt ask.
Look at the... Oh, fuck that.
- Detective Frazier. Nice to meet you. - My pleasure.
This is Madeleine White.
- How do you do, Miss White? - ltīs an honor, Detective.
Miss White may be able to assist you.
Good. Good. What do you have in mind?
She has a certain amount of influence in these matters
for reasons which l canīt share with you.
What are you trying to say, sir?
What the Mayor means is that there are matters at stake here
that are a little bit above your pay grade. No offense.
And heīs offering to help you.
Well, why donīt you just tell the Mayor to raise my pay grade to the proper level
and problem solved.
From what l hear, that would have happened a long time ago
if youīd been a little bit more diplomatic. But we can certainly discuss it.
Look, līm kidding. l mean, l make First Grade when l make First Grade.
You want to speed that up, līm not gonna talk you out of it.
Then thereīs also the matter of $140,000 that seems to have walked away
from the Madrugada check-cashing bust.
Oh, l see.
Well, l had nothing to do with that.
Yeah, Collins, we got snipers in the windows here.
We got guys in the building next door. Guys up on the roof.
Weīre trying to get the blueprints for the bank
so we can figure out the ventilator shaft. Maybe we can come down.
Well? ls this the President of Albania?
- Speaking. - Pretty funny.
- You shouldnīt eavesdrop on people. - Well, you better get used to it, pal.
Thereīs not gonna be much privacy where youīre going.
Youīre damn right.
This time next week, līll be sucking down piņa coladas
in a hot tub with six girls named Amber and Tiffany.
More like taking a shower with two guys named Jamal and Jesus,
if you know what l mean. And hereīs the bad news,
that thing youīre sucking on, itīs not a piņa colada.
- Maybe you like that kind of thing, huh? - You really want to piss me off.
All right, hereīs where we stand.
l donīt need your fucking status report, Serpico.
l tell you where things stand.
- Sure, sure. l just meant... - Hereīs where things stand.
Youīre getting me what l asked you for.
Youīll have it ready in the time l gave you
or youīll sit by and youīll watch me do just what l said l would do. Clear?
Very clear. līm trying to get you what you want.
But you got to understand this.
You know, itīs not like the City of New York has 747 s waiting around for days like today.
l understand that if you donīt get my plane ready,
- then you might as well send a hearse. - Please.
Letīs focus on how we can both get what we want, all right?
Hey! Youīre not listening.
You get me what l want, l wonīt kill anyone.
All right. līm on it. līm on it.
Letīs just try to keep everybody calm, okay?
- Donīt l sound calm to you? - Yeah, you do.
Yeah, you do.
- So, Mr. Damerjian... - Damerjian.
- Damerjian. ls that Albanian? - Just call me Kenneth.
- Kenneth? - ls that Albanian or...
ltīs Armenian.
Whatīs the difference?
Detective, l was born in Queens.
līve never been to Armenia, Albania. l went surfing in Australia once.
Can l have a glass of water?
- Are you thirsty? - My throatīs parched.
- līm not nervous. - Your throatīs parched?
- My throatīs parched. - His throat is parched.
- l just want a glass of water. - Oh, shit!
When you start telling us what really happened...
- l just want a glass of water. - His throat is parched.
- Here. You want some coffee? - No, thatīs all right.
- l donīt drink that stuff. - No, go ahead.
Did you know they were robbing the bank?
l didnīt know they were robbing the bank until they pulled a gun in my face.
ls that why you held the door open for them?
How do you know they robbed the bank?
Because they pulled a gun in my face...
That doesnīt mean they were robbing the bank.
Did they take money? Did you see them take money?
l was in a bank and l was locked up for who knows how long.
- Okay. - Tied up in a room. l saw you see me.
You saw me see you?
- ls that what you just said? - Yeah.
l was locked up in the room. You saw me gagged when you came in.
Listen, l canīt work miracles over here. līm gonna need more time.
Well, perhaps if youīd use the time that l gave you more efficiently,
you wouldnīt be having this problem.
- What do you want me to say?. - That my plane is ready.
Okay, listen.
l promise you, as God is my witness, līm working on it as hard as l can.
ltīs just gonna take a few more hours.
Why should l give you any more time?
Well, itīs simple. You give me more time, you get what you want.
You donīt give me the time, you donīt get what you want.
You got nothing to lose.
Meanwhile, weīll send in some more food.
l got a question for you. You get it right, l give you more time.
- And? - You know what happens if you donīt.
Which weighs more?
All the trains that pass through Grand Central Station in a year,
or the trees cut down to print all US currency in circulation?
Hereīs a hint. ltīs a trick question.
What the hell is that? Playing games now?
ltīs the trains.
US money isnīt printed on paper at all. ltīs cotton.
- Yeah, l heard that. - Yeah, thatīs right.
- Okay. - So no trees were cut down.
- Are you sure? - Yeah. 100%.
Okay.
l got it.
- Wait a second. Wait a second. - līll call you back.
ltīs a trap. They both weigh the same.
Tell him they both weigh the same. They both weigh nothing.
They both weigh nothing or they both weigh the same?
Tell him they both weigh the same.
Do it now.
They both weigh the same. Got it.
- Well? - They both weigh the same.
This time, send sandwiches.
Thatīs pretty good. This guyīs nuts.
He said, "Grand Central Station."
Grand Central Terminal is the train station.
- Grand Central Station is the post office. - ls the post office.
Heīs wrong. Whoīs wrong?
Perp One. Trains donīt pass through Grand Central.
ltīs the last stop for every train.
- What about the subway? They run through. - Metro-North goes there.
- How the fuck do you know? - Metro-North goes there!
No. Metro-North starts there.
What are you guys talking about? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
- Metro-North goes through! - Letīs just get the sandwiches.
- Metro-North... - Deal is, he said, "Passes through."
Yeah, but the Metro-North goes up there, though.
Look, shut up. lt doesnīt matter, anyway.
l know what he meant.
What he said is one thing, but what he meant is another.
Yeah. Thatīs always a problem, isnīt it?
Sandwiches.
līm on it, līm on it.
You know, right now l could go for a nice kosher hot dog and a beer.
l had Met tickets tonight. And Pedroīs pitching!
Theyīre gonna get their asses kicked anyway.
Tell me about it. līm better off here. līm glad they didnīt separate us.
- Do you think theyīre terrorists? - Theyīre robbers, not terrorists.
How do you know? They could be Al-Qaeda.
Trust me. līve studied these things.
- What are you, Mossad? - No. l was a lawyer.
Now l teach courses at Columbia Law on genocide, slave labor,
- war reparation claims. - Mira.
- Can l sue anybody when this is over? - Oh, sure. Go nuts.
Go meshuga.
Now thatīs a good looking shithole.
- Hello? - Hey, baby, how you doing?
Baby, līm worried about you. You coming home?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Soon.
ltīs gonna be a long night, though, so donīt wait up for me.
Why donīt you let me come down there?
Because l donīt want to be distracted by you, thatīs why.
Well, if youīre still there when l come on duty in the morning, you will see me.
- l cannot wait. l cannot wait. - So, how you doing?
ltīs all right. We got a couple of the hostages out. Thanks a lot.
- No, no. How you doing? - līm doing okay. līm doing all right.
Oh, l saw the Mayor on TV. He said youīre doing a great job. l saw you, too.
- You saw me on TV? - Yeah.
- Howīd l look? - You looked good, baby. Real good.
- All right, listen. l got to go. - All right. Hey.
- Keep your head down. - All right, l will. Love you.
Come on.
So, are we clear about the ground rules?
- Thereīs no need to worry, Detective. - l get paid to worry, okay?
l just need you to look me in the eye
and make me believe that you understand everything we talked about.
- l understand. - Okay.
Someone here wants to talk to you.
- Hello? - Who is this?
Letīs not get into any names.
- What matters is what l can offer you. - And whatīs that?
Well, if l can be assured that certain interests are protected,
l might be able to help you get what you came for.
l doubt that.
Tell me about these interests that you are trying to protect.
Why donīt you let me worry about that?
Now, what is it you were hoping to get out of all this?
- Rich, of course. - Of course.
But you may have bitten off more than you can chew.
- How? - l canīt discuss that on the phone.
- You work for the bank? - No.
And youīre not a cop.
Thatīs right.
Come on in.
You got 10 minutes. No more.
lf youīre not out before the lights come back on,
you can stay inside until this thing is over.
- You donīt need to threaten me. - Thatīs not a threat, lady, but this is.
l know this game is a mile over my head, but līm telling you, if you fuck me over...
l got where l am by collecting friends, not enemies.
Trust me, okay?
Youīre on your own.
What makes you think l need help?
Well, the hundred people outside, for starters.
ltīs not a problem.
And theyīre fueling your jet right now as we speak.
Come on. Youīre not that stupid.
Hereīs what līm thinking.
lf you give up now, l can ensure that youīll serve the minimum.
līm thinking three years, four years at the most.
You can arrange that?
Well, you havenīt hurt anyone or stolen anything,
so yes, as a matter of fact, l can.
- ltīs not good enough. - Well, l wasnīt finished.
When you get out, youīll have $2 million.
Will l? How?
Weīll put it someplace safe and itīll be waiting for you when you get out.
Thanks.
But no, thanks.
Oh, come on. l made you such a sweet offer.
l really donīt think you have much in the way of alternatives.
Why donīt you talk to me about these interests that youīre in here to protect?
- līm afraid l canīt. - l can.
Let me tell you a story.
During World War ll, there was an American working for a bank in Switzerland.
Now, l donīt need to tell you that this period in history
was rife with opportunity for people of low morals.
People like this man.
He used his position with the Nazis to enrich himself while all around him
people were being stripped of everything they owned.
Then he used his blood money to start a bank.
Now,
does this sound like it might be the man you work for?
Or am l just whistling Dixie out of my ass?
- l believe we understand each other. - Good.
So, what the hell can you do for me
since l clearly know more than you do, and līve planned this to perfection?
Believe me, if l need to, l can change your entire program.
So, the sooner that you stop being my problem
and you start becoming my solution, the better off youīll be.
- What is it you want? - Two minutes.
The safety deposit box room. l just need to go to one box.
Looking for this?
This could be very embarrassing to your employer.
He should have destroyed this a long time ago.
He didnīt, so now itīs mine.
Now, if the day ever comes where l have to stand before a judge
and account for what l did here,
you and your boss will do whatever it takes to help me.
You get out of here with that envelope,
and weīll pay you a lot of money.
līll keep that in mind.
Youīre not gonna tell me how youīre planning to get out of here, are you?
līm gonna walk right out the front door. Anything else?
- How did you know about all this? - Doesnīt matter.
Fact is, all lies, all evil deeds, they stink.
You can cover them up for a while, but they donīt go away.
- Murder will out? - Precisely.
Well, l still donīt get what youīre doing here.
Really?
Good.
So, we spoke.
Oh, no. Youīre gonna have to give me more than that.
- Let me have this window, fellows. - Yes, sir.
l told him that, well, since he hadnīt killed anyone,
it wasnīt too late to surrender and get off with a lighter sentence.
And?
And that was basically it.
You know, l donīt ordinarily get offended
the first time somebody treats me like an idiot, but you are pushing it.
Now, l know you did not go in there to tell this guy something he already knew.
Talk to me.
Look, Detective.
Our arrangement doesnīt include me giving you a detailed explanation.
l say it does, okay?
Okay, you donīt own me.
This check-cashing thing, this coke bust, l can face that on my own.
l know what l did and what l didnīt do.
- Talk to me. - Off the record?
"Off the..." Everything about you is off the record. Just talk to me.
- Well, l gave him an incentive. - Okay.
- Did he go for it? - No. But līd say heīs considering it.
Heīs smart, isnīt he?
- He thinks he is. - Yeah.
One of your types, like the lvy League type?
- Clearly well educated. - Thatīs what līm talking about.
Thatīs exactly what līm talking about.
You talk like him, so think like him. What do you think heīs gonna do?
- Well, heīs not gonna kill anyone. - How do you know?
- Because heīs not a murderer. - How do you know?
l got news for you. Most of the guys up in Sing Sing
werenīt murderers until they killed somebody.
You never know what a person will do until you push him into a corner.
But it doesnīt seem like youīve pushed him into a corner.
lt doesnīt, does it? Seems more like he chose the corner.
Youīre right.
So, you through?
- l guess. Are you saying līm dismissed? - Yes, l am.
You got a card, in case l need to call you?
Please donīt take this personally, but no.
l donīt think you can afford me.
Donīt take this personally, Miss White. Kiss my black ass, okay?
Careful, Detective Frazier. My biteīs much worse than my bark.
- So, how old are you, Brian? - Eight and three-quarters.
Eight and three-quarters. Big boy.
- Were you scared in there? - No.
- No? Not at all, huh? - Nope. līm from Brooklyn.
Youīre from Brooklyn, huh? l understand.
- Guns donīt scare me. - They donīt scare you?
- Brave, too, huh? - Yeah.
So the guys that had the guns, do you remember them saying anything?
- Yeah. - Whatīd they say?
They asked me about my game.
- Who did? - The guy that robbed the bank. Duh.
Son, be respectful.
Okay, Brooklyn. But it... Was he the one in charge?
- Uh-huh. - Okay.
And you donīt remember anything else?
He was kind of tall.
He had a mask.
Brian, you think you can recognize him in any of these pictures?
Take your time. Have a good look.
Letīs keep that over there. Just take a look.
- With the mask, they look all the same. - ltīs true.
With the mask, they all look the same. Thatīs right, Brian.
Attempted robbery. Liquor store.
Well, this was a real step up for a small-timer like you, huh?
l got to hand it to you, Pablo.
First of all, itīs Paul. Not Pablo, okay?
Excuse me.
- You want some gum? - No.
And second, l didnīt do it, all right?
What? l made a few mistakes when l was a kid.
l was out with some friends and they held up a liquor store.
What was l supposed to do?
Whereīd you grow up, you Wassa Wassa, Park Avenue?
- Whatīs that? Wassa what? Whatīd you say? - Wassa Wassa.
You know, a person that donīt come to your neighborhood.
How do you say "Rikers lsland" in Spanish?
What about these two?
That ring a bell?
These two? No.
- Nothing? - Nothing.
Donīt they look suspicious to you?
l mean, l would think that you would want to know who they are.
No.
- Well, thank you very much. - Thank you.
Hey, just out of curiosity do you know anything about diamonds?
A bit. What do you need?
What do you think a guy like me should pay for a diamond ring?
Depends. How many carats?
lf youīd like, l could give you my nephewīs number.
- Okay. - Youīll get a very good deal.
What do you have on underneath?
- Excuse me? - Underneath your painterīs coat?
- What do you have on underneath? - Clothing.
Could you show us, please?
You see, thereīs just you and one other woman
that fit the physical description of the female suspect.
Whatīs that?
ltīs your height, your age, and your...
Your cup size.
So, l violated Section 34 double-D?
Thatīs what youīre telling me?
How dumb do these morons have to be to think theyīre gonna get a plane?
This guyīs no moron.
l donīt just mean him. Any hostage taker.
Those ragheads at the Munich Olympics.
Who the fuck ever got a plane?
Shit, and these days? This guy doesnīt know that?
The area is flooded
with law enforcement right now. Snipers are on rooftops...
What you doing there, Keith?
He wants a plane. līm gonna give him a plane.
- What happened to playing it by the book? - Thatīs whatīs bugging me.
ltīs like the other team read the book, too, and they know exactly what weīre gonna do.
This whole time, weīre trying to stall him, right?
Wrong. Theyīre the ones that are stalling.
Think about it. The bullshit questions, the Albanian thing...
So, youīre saying he what?
līm saying that he wants to give us more time. He makes demands.
He gives us deadlines. We stall. Then he gives us more time.
l donīt think heīs in a rush.
- Why? - Thatīs what līm gonna find out.
- Yeah. - Your plane is ready.
ls that a fact?
Thatīs a fact, but līm gonna need something from you first.
līm gonna need to come in there and make sure the hostages are okay.
Youīll see them when they get on the bus.
l just need to make sure youīre not leaving any bodies behind.
Meet me at the front door.
- What the hell just happened? - You got to be crazy to go in there.
Down the stairs.
- Gum? - Excuse me?
- Would you like some gum? - No, thank you.
Let me take the kid.
No.
Any more?
There are some who misbehaved.
Please help me!
Please help us!
Please help us! Please!
Weīre gonna get you all out of here.
l promise you.
Tour is over.
- Can l ask you a question? - There is nothing to talk about.
What were you planning on doing
if you actually got the plane and the pilots, huh?
- Excuse me? - You donīt want a plane. You never did.
Who ever heard of bank robbers escaping on a plane with 50 hostages?
You saw Dog Day Afternoon. Youīre stalling. Why?. l donīt know.
Whatīs the matter? You canīt get into the safe?
Perhaps.
Thereīs two ways out of this.
The easy way, we walk out the front door together, or the hard boys cut the power,
hit you with the tear gas, and come in strong through the glass.
ltīs your choice. You donīt want that. l donīt want that.
And, you know, theyīd like to do it tonight.
You got night vision?
- You got gas masks? - Maybe.
- līm this close to ordering it. - Letīs cut the crap.
First, you donīt order an assault when no hostages have been killed
and thereīs no immediate threat.
Second, if it ends that way, whatever happens,
you donīt get to be the hero.
You want to bullshit me, try harder.
Letīs go.
Okay.
l tell you what. My ass is covered, sport.
But l would not get too comfortable in here if l were you.
No? l got the cable guy coming on Wednesday.
- Why donīt you just walk out the door? - l will.
līm gonna walk out of that door when līm good and ready.
Can l get you to do that today?
l didnīt think so.
Any other proposals?
Oh, please. Do not say "proposals."
My girlfriend, she wants a proposal from me.
- You think youīre too young to get married? - No, līm not too young. Too broke.
Maybe l should rob a bank.
You love each other?
Yeah. Yeah, we do.
Then money shouldnīt really matter.
Thank you, bank robber.
līm just saying money canīt buy love.
Thank you very much. līm...
līm learning so much today, you know?
Look, why donīt we go across the street to the Killarney Rose, huh?
Forget about this dangerous hostage situation.
- līll buy you a beer. My treat. - Thanks, Detective,
but līm trying to stay away from bars, if you know what l mean.
Well, if you change your mind thereīs still a standing offer, all right?
Cellblock or the graveyard?
Prison whites or a toe tag?
- Make up your mind. Tick tock, tick tock. - Hey! Hey!
We done?
You just crossed the fucking line!
Buses, Kojak, parked outside.
You think līm bluffing?
You roll the dice and see what happens.
All right. Now get the bunker up.
- So, whatīs up? - Got him right where l want him.
Yeah? Whereīs that?
Right behind me with my pants around my ankles, but itīs a start.
Jesus Christ.
- What the fuck, man? - How long?
- He got the drop on you! - Two.
- How long? - What if he saw your face?
- Two. - What if l didnīt have my gun?
Two, maybe three hours.
You know, youīre letting this cop get too fucking close.
What happened?
l gave him every excuse to blow my brains out.
Yeah.
He doesnīt bite. Why? He ainīt the type.
Letīs just step back and think about this for a second.
We know that they planned this whole thing. The tape, the cameras, the costumes.
There was a game plan, but it never included airplanes.
Heīs up to something but it ainīt violence.
līm listening. Howīs the reception?
- Excuse me? - The camera on the truck.
Give me a close-up on the second-floor window.
- Rourke? - līm on it, līm on it.
No, no, no, no, no, no! Fuck!
Oh, shit.
Keith! Keith! Keith!
What are you doing? What the fuck are you doing?
You mean beyond the obvious?
Thatīs what l mean. Come on, this ainīt no bank robbery!
This is your fault. l told you to get the buses.
Fuck you! l didnīt kill anybody.
l got 50 more people in here. You fuck with me again,
līll give you two of the longest days of your life.
All right, look, just tell me what it is you really want and līll get it for you.
- l promise. - līve told you. Two buses, a plane.
Right, right. And box seats behind home plate at Yankee Stadium.
Come on, donīt bullshit a bullshitter.
You planned every inch of this thing right from the start.
You got everybody marching to your beat, including me, and līm through buying it.
Youīre 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 ainīt 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 ainīt your day.
How you doing, Captain?
Look, l know you put your trust in me and l just...
Well, youīre a good cop. Frazier, l need more like you.
But if youīre going down on this one, l canīt 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, everythingīs hunky-dory.
l get a call at 3:15, and thereīs 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 Dīs.
Darius is calling the shots on this. Thatīs it.
Hey, Sarge.
- Whatīd he say? - Thatīs it.
Shit.
ltīs a tactical nightmare. 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, weīre right out in the open.
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 canīt tell the homies from the good guys until they shoot at us.
Even if it isnīt rigged with explosives, itīs still a fucking nightmare.
Move! Move! Move!
Open the door!
Keep moving. To the right.
Watch the hands, watch the hands.
And letīs not forget the possibility of hostages being killed.
Right now! Put the gun down!
Back off or l shoot! l said back off!
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?
Gun! Gun! Gun!
What if thereīs more than four?
Yeah, well, thatīs whatīs so nuts about it. Anybody in a painterīs 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.
Not a bad idea. Yeah.
Rubber bullets it is, baby.
lf this goes down wrong,
theyīre going to dump this whole mess in your lap, you know?
- līm making First Grade. - What?
līm making Detective First Grade. Things ainīt 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.
Everybodyīs getting theirs. līm gonna get mine.
līll be outside.
What a day, what a day.
Detective, theyīre gonna storm that bank without you? ltīs not right.
So, tell me about the kid who pointed the gun at you, the 12-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 didnīt see him.
So, whatīd you do?
What did l do then? līll tell you what l did then.
l got shot in the fucking chest. Thatīs what l did then.
Yeah, so youīll pardon my euphemisms, Detective,
but l would rather wind up an old bigot than a handsome young corpse.
Now, no offense, Detective,
but līm 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 līll try and watch what l say in the future.
You never know whoīs listening.
What are you doing?
Jesus. Shit.
They bugged us.
Darius!
Darius, donīt make a move!
- What? - ltīs 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. līm going in.
Shit.
Get everyone together.
Steve! Steve-O!
Theyīre coming in.
- Everybody good? - Yeah.
All right! Everybody out!
- Put your masks on! - Everyone out! Out!
- Go now! - Go!
Go! Go! Go!
- Now! - Get the fuck out!
Move!
Everybody up the fucking stairs! Move!
- Donīt shoot! Donīt shoot! - Donīt shoot!
- Get down! Get down on the ground! - Donīt shoot!
Cease fire!
Cease fire! Cease fire!
Letīs go, people.
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! Letīs go!
Whatīs going on?
Donīt take any chances!
lt wasnīt me! līm not a criminal!
Cuffs!
Donīt shoot! Donīt shoot!
- Donīt move! - līm not moving!
- Donīt move! - Do not move!
Check them. Make sure they ainīt got no weapons on them and shit.
Hernandez! Right here.
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! - Check under the desk.
- Clear. - Checking the office. All clear, Sarge.
- Clear. - Clear.
Clear.
All clear, Sarge.
All clear. E.S.U. On the stairs. Line it up!
Letīs go, guys. Team in, team in. Letīs go.
Clear!
- Clear. - Clear.
Clear.
- Clear, Sarge. - Clear.
Give me a bunker up here. l need a bunker up front.
Bringing the bunker up.
Clear, Sarge.
Clear.
- Weīre almost clear down here. - Make sure youīre sure.
- līll keep looking. - Stay on it.
Roger that.
Ready? Letīs go.
This is the last door.
- Clear, Sarge! - Come on down.
- Did you find a dead hostage? - Negative.
lf it ainīt here, you mustīve missed something.
Maybe, but līm pretty sure weīre the only ones moving around down here.
Check this out. They forgot to rob the joint.
Holy shit. And you didnīt find anybody?
Weīre still looking, but there are no bad guys,
no booby traps, no tunnels, no damage.
- And nothing missing. - Great, great, great.
Weīll put out a city-wide description for David fucking Copperfield, then, huh?
Listen, līm 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.
Whatīs 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?
Donīt let anybody get tempted, including you!
Yes, sir!
Right here, Detective.
- What do you got? - Youīre going to love this one. Toy guns.
Fake guns. You got to be kidding me.
- Toys. - As if it wasnīt weird enough already.
Cap, come to the ladiesī room.
On my way.
Check it out.
We can stop looking for that body.
Fake guns.
Fake execution.
Nobody goes home till we get everybodyīs story.
Cap, we got something else in the storage room.
- Porcario? - Yo.
- Whereīs the menīs room? - Down the hallway on the left.
Pick them up, pick them up. Toss them.
līm a hostage. Stop pushing.
Female hostages to be searched by female officers only!
All right, listen, letīs get these people up.
- l canīt hear you. What? - Valerie Keepsake.
Valerie Keepsake. Go, go, get on the bus.
- Kenneth Damerjian. - Yeah.
Person one.
- līm Peter Hammond. - Eric Dodge.
- Wait! - Chaim. My nameīs Chaim.
Fucking cocksucker.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Just give me your name. Just give me your name.
Say your name.
l work in the bank!
līm the bank security guard! Nobodyīs listening!
Okay, weīll straighten it out.
Everybodyīs saying listen! Nobodyīs listening!
Weīll straighten it out. Come on.
- Listen, līm not getting on the bus! - Yes, you are.
- Move! Move! Move! - l am not! l work at the bank!
Collins, you got this?
Listen, l work at the bank!
All right, just get him on the bus. Get him on the bus.
- Nobodyīs listening! - All right. Calm down. Get on the bus.
- Come on, guys, guys! - Over this way. Over this way.
Officer, take her over to Sarge. Come on.
Come on, letīs get going with these people off that line over there.
Come on.
Captain, līm 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 canīt point to anybody thatīs 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,
thereīs one or two or three other people that would rule them out.
ltīs like the thing never happened.
- What about prints? - Everywhere. So what?
- All it shows is that they 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.
līm telling you, they thought of everything. Almost.
- Sounded like everything to me. - But this.
We havenīt found that.357 or the perp that was holding it.
lf you did, thereīd 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.
Nobodyīs breathing down my neck to come up with answers.
līm not gonna breathe down yours. Bury it.
l wasnīt expecting this.
l promise you, līll find you guys more cases to solve.
Okay.
Oh, hereīs 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 donīt want to know.
This is bullshit, man.
l mean, weīre the only ones left trying to catch the bad guys
and theyīre gonna come after us like that?
līll 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."
Thereīs no 392.
- Huh? - Safety deposit box number 392.
According to these records, it doesnīt exist.
Pinstriped, mayonnaise, lying motherfucker.
- Didnīt Coughlin say we should move on? - Letīs go.
Thank you, again, Your Honor. līll come pick it up tomorrow?
- Yes, youīre welcome. - Thank you.
What are you doing, Detective?
Now, what business do you have with Judge Pasqua?
Police business.
- Werenīt 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 didnīt 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.
Thereīs also the matter of the $140,000
that seems to have walked away
from the Madrugada check-cashing bust.
l didnīt have anything to do with that, so...
Weīd like to be in your corner on that.
ln exchange for what? l mean, what, do you want me to do something unethical?
l mean, no disrespect to the both of youse
but l donīt need you to be in my corner, Mr. Mayor.
Look, līm innocent.
lnnocent or guilty, youīre still going down.
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, thereīs a famous saying by the Baron de Rothschild.
"When thereīs 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.
Youīre a good cop.
This city needs you.
- Lady! Lady, youīre in the wrong place. - l have an appointment.
Arthur.
- Good morning. - Miss White.
Have a seat.
Thank you, Vincent. Thatīs all for now. Thank you.
Well. What did he say?
Well, Detective Frazier turned out to be quite sharp.
But l just fast-tracked his career a little and heīs 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, letīs 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 līve 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,
youīll pay him. And youīll get it back.
- So, l guess thatīs it. - l suppose so.
- Bullshit. - l beg your pardon?
He didnīt 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 donīt have to tell me.
Thereīs only one thing it could be anyway.
Diamonds.
And then thereīs 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 youīve learned
here today confidential?
Despite whatever you may think?
Yes, Arthur.
Well, līd love to tell you what a monster you are,
but l have to help bin Ladenīs nephew buy a co-op on Park Avenue.
lf that were true, you wouldnīt tell me.
Weīre listing you as a reference.
My name is Dalton Russell.
Pay strict attention to what l say
because l choose my words carefully and l never repeat myself.
līve told you my name. Thatīs 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 l planned and set in motion events to execute the perfect bank robbery.
Thatīs also the "when."
As for the "why," beyond the obvious financial motivation,
itīs exceedingly simple.
Because l can.
Which leaves us only with the "how."
And therein, as the Bard would tell us,
lies the rub.
Heīs gonna smell like shit. What do you expect after a week?
Yeah.
Why do you think l rolled down the window?
Oh, shit.
That cop, Frazier, and his partner are walking into the bank.
- Are they coming for me? - Canīt say. ltīs just the two of them.
Yeah, everythingīs 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.
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.
līm no martyr.
l did it for the money.
But itīs not worth much if you canīt face yourself in the mirror.
Respect is the ultimate currency.
l 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.
lt 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.
lt will not fail.
What do you think thatīs worth?
lf you got to ask, man, you canīt afford it.
Thank goodness my girlfriend ainīt here.
"Follow the ring"?
- Detective Frazier. - Mr. Case.
- How are you? - l am great.
Nobody got killed at the bank. Everybodyīs happy. My kind of day.
Thatīs 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 Yorkīs Finest"
youīre who l think of.
You keep the rest of us safe and make it look easy.
- Pardon me. - Well, whatīs 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 havenīt qualified for in a long time.
Touché, Detective. l wonīt deny it. līve done well.
Yes, you have. But līm very confused.
You see, l got a case
where armed robbers laid siege to your bank.
lt is your bank, right?
Well, līm Chairman of the Board of Directors.
Then ita-zita-vene-gazoo.
The robbers disappear. Poof.
And they donīt take a nickel, right?
- Youīre asking me? - Yes, līm asking you.
l mean, itīs your bank. You own it. līm asking you.
ltīs a tiny part of our organization.
No robbers. No real victims. No loot missing.
ltīs 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?" Donīt you, Mr. Case?
līm not quite sure l like your tone, Officer.
You donīt like my tone? Then give me a straight answer.
ltīs the founding bank of your empire. You built it. ltīs your baby.
Give me a straight answer. What do you think happened?
- l have no idea. - Oh, come on, now. Come on.
līll 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. Whatīs the story on that?
- l have no idea what youīre... - Donīt lie to me, Mr. Case.
- l donīt 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 doesnīt add up, Mr. Case. lt does not add up.
līm afraid l canīt be of any further use to you, Detective.
ltīs something really bad, isnīt it?
Mr. Frazier, l have spent my whole life serving humanity.
You can ask anyone who knows me.
Theyīll vouch for me, and for the things that līve done.
You think theyīll vouch for you after l find out the truth about this ring?
l donīt think so.
Oh, by the way, that thing you said about us being New Yorkīs finest?
l want you to know, we really appreciate that.
How gracious.
Letīs go. Weīre gonna follow that ring.
- Hey, Keith, let me see your shoe. - What?
- Let me see your shoe. - Why?
īCause l have never seen anybody put their foot that far up a guyīs ass.
Yeah, l guess l did, didnīt l?
Oh, man. You cut him an ass the length of the Lincoln Tunnel.
Weīre 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.
Theyīre looking to invest $4 billion over the next four years.
And thatīs all in place.
Sorry to interrupt you, Mr. Mayor, but thereīs an old American saying,
"When thereīs blood on the streets, somebodyīs got to go to jail."
Edwin, could you please excuse us for a minute?
Whatīs this about, Detective?
l believe Detective Frazier is looking for some closure?
Thatīs 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.
Howīd you like to be on the front page of the New York Times?
Thatīd be great.
Make sure they spell my name right, though. Thatīs 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?
Mama?
- Did you bring Big Willie? - And the twins.
Slow down, girl.
līll get my gun off before l get my gun off, okay?
Pow, pow.
- Sorry. - Excuse me.
Why donīt you just walk out the door?.
l will.
līm gonna walk out of that door when līm good and ready.
Son of a bitch.
Come on, honey. The handcuffs are getting cold.
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