Stupid analogue piece of crap machine.
'Cause that's drunken dog style.
If I had done that for real, you’d be paralyzed.
Right this way.
On Ray Carling's birthday,
Let the scotch flow free and let no hooker spend the night in holding.
Yes.
I thought we were having carrot cake and root beer.
Yeah, well, sizeable Ted brought in a fifth.
The boys downstairs, they sent up a keg.
I mean, what was I gonna do? Come on.
No one's minding the store, Ray,
And you're taking pictures of your penis?
Relax, dipstick.
The 114 is covering for us.
That leaves us free to drink,
To make merry,
And to take this midnight train to those hot pants.
Easy.
This is insanity.
I'm filing a complaint.
No, no, it's too loud.
Too loud.
Keep the noise down.
Rabbi Levy just filed a complaint of excessive noise,
Lewdness and public indecency, all against us.
We got off easy.
So why aren't you joining the party?
Oh, I don't know.
Maybe because the only women partying are hookers.
What's your excuse?
Who's thirsty?
Oh, maybe 'cause all the men partying are tools.
Tools?
I like that.
Like a monkey wrench in my happiness.
I can't believe I have to cover the desk on this, of all nights.
Sucks to be you.
After I pop this little baby in the case file,
I am done.
Thanks, buddy.
You know what?
Just for tonight, if you'll be a hooker,
I'll be a tool.
Oh, my God!
I think they like you.
Well, they’re gonna love me after these futuristic dance moves.
Check it out.
Spaceman! Spaceman! Spaceman...
Spaceman!
Who's bad?
1-2-5 squad.
Sam?
Sammy, can you hear me?
This is detective Tyler. Who's this?
I know you can't hear me, Sammy,
But I want you to know I'm here.
Mom?
The doctors have tried everything.
They say they can't bring you back.
They say you're gone.
No, no, I'm not- I'm not gone.
I'm right here.
I didn't wanna believe them.
I wish you could give me a sign,
Sammy, that you're still in there.
A sign? What- what kind of sign?
I gave my consent.
At 2:00, they're turning your machine off.
No. No, no, no, no, no, no.
You came into the world on a Tuesday,
And now you're gonna leave on a Tuesday.
No.
Don't let them do that.
I'm right here. It's Sammy.
I love you so much.
Good-bye, Sam.
What the hell, Tyler?!
Up, you degenerates.
We got a hostage crisis at Memorial hospital.
Some nut job says he's gonna start killing people at 2:00.
That's what he's promising,
That somebody dies at 2:00.
Let's put some hustle on. Come on.
It's gonna be a cockroach crawl.
Chop suey, chop suey.
I smell a body count.
No.
No one dies today.
No one.
My name is Sam Tyler.
I was in an accident, and I woke up in 1973.
I don't know how or why I'm here,
But whatever's happened,
It's like I've landed on a different planet.
Now maybe if I can work out the reason,
I can get home.
Police personnel should be wearing I.D. Badges.
How can you tell who's who?
Where the hell is E.S.U.?
I mean, E.S.S.
Cool your toes there, spaceman.
We're all hungover.
Lieutenant,
We got one armed perp who entered the hospital at approximately 0830 hours.
After people evacuated, he locked all main entries.
We're not sure exactly where he's holed up.
All this for one schmo?
How many hostages?
Not sure.
The windows are all one-way or covered.
And we're still interviewing the main witness.
He had a gun as long as my arm and the eyes of a sex maniac.
I feared for my life.
Am I gonna be on TV?
All right, sweetheart, you'll be on Carson soon enough.
But right now you just talk to us.
What did you see?
This guy came in with a shotgun and grabbed Dr. Schwahn
He's our psychosurgeon.
I think he knew the doctor.
Then he told us to leave.
What'd he look like?
30s, white, big bohunk of a guy.
His list of demands.
He says he wants a nurse with surgical experience and an E.E.G. machine.
What is an E.E.G. machine?
It's a specialized machine at reads brain waves.
The hospital should have one.
He says it'll all be over at 2:00.
If we go along with his demands,
He'll let go of the hostages then.
I don't care what he wants.
I'm not sending in no civilian nurse.
You could send in me.
I had some medical training as part of my degree.
It's 9:45.
We have a little over four hours to resolve the situation.
I will be the primary negotiator.
Maybe I should take lead, boss.
I've trained officers in the hostage confrontation program for years.
Nice try.
The program just started this year.
Ray, you'll take over as commander in chief.
You gotta be kidding me.
I got way more experience than him.
My Aunt Tillie's Chihuahua has more experience.
Hey, spacejerk!
I can hear you.
What's wrong with you, Tyler?
All morning, you've been coming on like a Russian tank.
The other teams know Ray better.
Lieutenant?
We set up over here.
All right.
Chris, I want to know what's going on inside that hospital.
I need remote monitoring methods.
Think outside the box.
Outside the box?
Be clever.
I can be clever.
I need you to find out everything you can about this hostage taker.
You have a psych degree.
I need to know his state of mind.
Sure.
Uhm, Sam? -Yeah?
Is there something else?
Uhm, I heard from my mother...
In 2008.
They're gonna pull the plug on my life support at 2:00.
And why are you on life support?
Apparently, I'm in a coma.
In 2008?
And now the hostage taker's gonna kill someone at 2:00.
That's not a coincidence.
What?
Your ego.
Your monster ego.
Sam, there are people in danger in that building,
People on the wrong side of a crazy person's gun,
And somehow this is all about you?
My God.
There's a connection.
I don't know how or why, but something really bad is gonna happen at 2:00,
And I have to stop it.
Here's a psych term for you.
Narcissism-the exaggerated sense of self-importance.
I think you've got a bad case of it.
I'll do your research for you, but,
And i never thought I'd say this
I'm glad Ray's calling the shots.
All right.
They're setting up a direct line between us and the hospital.
But in the meantime...
Got a dime?
Uh, yeah.
Wait.
Y- you're just gonna call?
Right now?
Are you even prepped?
You're right.
Well, you don't need me to tell you the key is keeping them cool...
And calm.
This is lieutenant Gene Hunt.
Yeah?
Well, if you don't come out now,
I'll send the hammer of New York's finest up your pail!
What the hell was that?
You don't antagonize him!
That's the first rule of hostage negotiation.
That only applies when a criminal is in his right mind,
Which this fruit loop is clearly not.
He has a beef with the head doctor.
He doesn't want to talk.
For all we know, he's already killed the hostages.
We hit him quick. We hit him hard.
Shock and awe. That's your solution.
Shock and awe. I like that.
Well, we gotta keep trying to communicate.
It's protocol.
I've been in five standoffs alone this year.
Know how many lives we saved using protocol?
None.
But if you think you can talk to this twerp,
Be my guest.
Boss, the chief's on the radio. He wants an update.
Hey.
Hello. This is detective Tyler.
What my colleague meant to say- you have to do something.
You're running out of time, Sam.
2:00.
Sam!
I think I got a good "out of the box" option...
In this box.
It's an E.E.G. machine,
Just like the hostage taker asked for.
But we can fit with a false back and put it an Electra candid covert recorder.
It's what they used on- on candid camera.
And with a transmitter, we can beam the images out.
Where's the camera and the transmitter?
That's the one snag.
All that stuff costs 12 grand.
I went and asked Ray, but he just laughed.
And then he called the E.M.T's over,
And they just laughed.
I got something on Dr. Schwahn.
What is it?
Dr. Schwahn, noted psychosurgeon,
Recently cured a man of compulsive hand-washing by removing part of his brain.
That sounds barbaric.
I know.
I would've just removed his hands.
Anyway, less luck on the hostage taker.
He signed in the hospital lobby as Michael H.
Okay. Well, that's something, right?
Except there have been at least 50 Michael H's either visit
Or be admitted in the last six months.
There are over a hundred Michael H's in the New York area.
There's no time to check them all out.
It could soon be over anyway.
Move out!
Crap.
Right here! Go!
Come out with your hands up!
If one cop comes in, I'm shooting all the hostages!
Hold your positions!
The hostage taker, Michael H.
He knew my name.
He said I had to do something, but I don't know what.
I know.
I'm a self-absorbed, self-obsessed lunatic, and you're tired of my ravings,
And I don't blame you. But I believe I'm in a coma...
Or I'm insane and I think I'm in a coma.
I have to get a sign to my loved ones by 2:00,
Or I won't make it past today.
Sam, you needing some psychic sign and
Saving these hostages have nothing to do with each other.
What if they're the same thing, and I'm not trying hard enough?
Take it.
What?
Take it.
Do you want to die?
No.
I wanna live.
Get down, you idiot!
Hold your fire!
I'm unarmed!
Michael?
Mike?
Don't shoot. Okay?
Don't hurt the hostages, and I promise these guys won't come in.
I'm detective Sam Tyler from the 1-2-5.
You have my word. Okay?
Even better...you can have me.
Just let me in,
Cause cops aren't gonna mess with you if you're holding one of their own, right?
So... how about it? We have a deal?
Tyler, if you don't stand down, I'll shoot you myself!
Come inside.
Down the hallway to your right.
Shut the door!
Where's the machine I asked for
I'm here to help,
To work this out without anyone getting killed. Where is my machine?
Where is my machine?
It's on its way, Michael.
Is that Dr. Schwahn?
Oh, you're acquainted?
Good.
He's the one asking for the machine.
He needs it to do an operation what kind of operation?
Why don't you tell him, doc?
Tell him what you did to my brother.
My perfect kid brother.
Perfect except for a tweak in his brain.
Schiphrenia, they said.
Schizophrenia?
I didn't mind taking care of him...
But he didn't want to be a burden to me,
So he went to see Dr. Schwahn for help.
You wanna see what he did to my kid brother?
Bilateral cingulotomy.
Fried his brain, four years he's been like this.
But as soon as that E.E.G. machine gets here,
Dr. Schwahn is gonna correct his mistake.
Ain't you, doc?
Ain't you gonna fix my little brother?
Hello?
Seems we got off on the wrong foot.
To show you there's no hard feelings, I'm sending in that machine you asked for.
Okay, put it in the emergency bay.
Now how about some reciprocity?
Let one of the hostages go.
I'll let everyone go,
But I want a bus, a big bus, in the parking lot behind the hospital,
Ready to go at 2:00 P.M.
That's not gonna happen.
You shot at the police, Michael.
I can't get you a pony ride to midtown.
Good-bye, lieutenant.
Wait, wait, then let me speak to detective Tyler,
Just to make sure he's all right.
He wants to talk to you.
Hi, Gene.
I'm gonna shove my fist so far down your windpipe - yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine.
So are the other 12 patients and staff and Dr. Schwahn.
But it's getting kind of hot in here, though, with the sun coming in.
How's our friend doing?
I'd take his demands seriously.
He's no psycho.
Enough.
There are 13 other hostages, and they're in the east-facing wing.
There.
Well, that could be the, uh, paediatric floor.
Offices, psych ward- that's it.
Psych ward.
I'll get E.S.S. ready.
It's all gonna be fine.
You're gonna ride the train, the train to good times.
Have you thought about how all this is gonna end?
There hasn't been a successful standoff escape in this city ever.
So I'm asking you, do you know how it's gonna end?
Let me tell you a story.
A few years...
after Johnny's operation,
One Monday night,
Instead of watching the game with my brother,
Which was our thing,
I'm spoon-feeding him apple sauce, like I used to do when he was a baby.
That about killed me.
Then I start seeing Dr. Schwahn again in all these magazines,
Saying how, with new technology,
Putting electrodes in the brain and stuff, that he could fix almost anything.
So I ask him to try again with Johnny, make him...
More the way he used to be.
Turns out...
He didn't want to do it.
Dr. Schwahn needed a little persuading.
You can't be serious.
I'm serious all right.
They think they're gonna nail me to the tree?
Let 'em try.
Everything in the psych ward is locked down, even the phones.
I'm not crazy.
Classic crazy person line, I know, but...
I'm Erica Filipi, reporter for the New York Post.
Detective Sam Tyler.
I'm undercover,
Researching the mistreatment of psych ward patients,
But now it's sort of an insider account on a hostage standoff.
What do you know about Michael?
Well, he visits Johnny every day,
Always brings him a big box of games and stuff every time,
Trying to get a response from him.
Poor jerk. I mean, even the crazies knew.
Johnny wasn't playing monopoly anytime soon.
Michael keeps taking off.
You know where he disappears to?
South of the slot.
What?
South of the slot...
Where the lizards play on saxophones,
And the old men suck on otter bones.
Hey! Hey! Get away from the door!
Do you think he knows he's going to die?
Mama!
Maybe he can hear you.
Maya?
Oh, I'm afraid he can't hear or feel anything.
As you can see, his brain activity is practically zero.
You know, the best thing you can do for him is just let him go.
Doctor!
Darling...
Yes?
Darling, is that you?
It's me.
I'm right here.
No, no.
Don't go.
No.
Don't go.
Don't leave.
Did you know the AMC pacer is just about as wide as a top-selling luxury car?
It feels big even though it isn't,
And I feel like I'm in a big car even though I'm not.
AMC pacer- it feels like a big car, but it isn’t.
You can't fix Johnny.
Why did you tell Michael you could?
Cause the man is as strong as an ox and dumb as one, and he had a bomb.
What would you have said?
Michael's not dumb.
He's angry.
You lobotomized his brother.
And if I were Johnny, I'd want someone like that looking out for me.
It had to be done.
Johnny was hallucinating.
He was hearing voices.
Have you any idea what that's like?
I saw you speaking to Erica.
Did she tell you why she's in here?
Did she say she was an actress researching a role or that she's a newspaper reporter?
Erica is in here because she thought KGB agents were in her home,
So she started a fire, killing her entire family...
Even the dog.
Delusional psychosis, detective.
One can seem normal, then one succumbs to fantasy
Time travel, parallel dimensions,
Thinking the voice on the radio or the TV is speaking to you.
You wake up one day, and you've torched your loved ones to a crisp.
For Erica and for people like Erica,
There is no happy ending, detective!
The machine's on its way.
I got the supplies you wanted.
That's it.
We're heading to the surgical bay.
No. Relax. Don't do anything stupid.
No, no, no, no.
No.
No stay away from him!
Don't die on me.
Stay away!
We're all in this together.
No one dies today.
Wake up, Sam.
Maya?
Wake up, Sam.
Wake up, princess.
What are you doing here?
The loot told Michael H, that he would send in a nurse.
And a tech to operate the E.E.G. machine he wanted.
I need some hands here!
How's he doing?
How does it look like he's doing?
He needs a surgical team. He needs it soon.
E.S.S. is set to come in.
We stashed three guns in the back of that machine.
You and I will cover the hostages when this goes down.
Gene, he has a bomb-dynamite strapped to his chest.
He can't detonate a bomb with a bullet in his brain.
So... we're gonna shoot him? That’s the plan?
Okay, okay, that's a good plan.
Or maybe not.
Okay, we-we have to warn Ray and E.S.S. about the bomb.
Annie has brought a little something to the party, too.
It's a janitor key.
It'll get you out of the ward, but Michael H.
Locked the stairwells and the elevators when he brought us up.
I saw a break room, and there were no bars on the windows.
What are we waiting for?
Okay.
Be right back.
Miss, could you apply pressure here?
When you get out, tell Ray that Michael H.
Has about 12 sticks of dynamite on him,
And he has to be isolated before E.S.S. comes in.
Here it is.
What the hell is this?
Explosives.
I- I don't-I don't understand.
The room was here.
There was a-a window and a radio playing...
Some song.
I got Ray and a dozen guys about to charge in here
And put their lives on the line based on information you gave us.
Now is not the time for crazy talk.
Is there a way out or not?
I don't know.
Sam! Sam!- Annie!
You hid the guns in the machine.
I cooperate with the police, and this is how I'm repaid?
You sneak two of your own in here to kill me?
Well, I am done playing games!
Get that off of her.
Gene, don’t.
You're a pretty tough guy for a medical technician, ain’t ya?
Get that off of her.
Pretty tough for a glorified nurse!
All right, we all just need to relax for a minute.
I'm gettin' nowhere with your friends out there.
I thought maybe you could help me out...
With the right motivation.
My demands.
I want them all met,
Or they're gonna get a taste of what's gonna happen to each and every hostage.
Call.
Go. Go.
Hello?
Ray, listen carefully.
I'm gonna read out Michael H's new list of demands,
And you gotta make good on every single one of 'em.
Like hell I do.
I got E.S.S.
Ready to bust in and nail this guy.
Ray, you need to listen to me.
Listen to a renegade whack job?
I don't think so.
Is that Annie?
All right, I’m listening.
He wants a bus by 2:00 P.M.
The bus will take him, his brother and the hostages to the airport.
I'm gonna crush you to death.
I'm gonna crush you like a bug like a big, fat bug.
And he wants a plane there, gassed up,
With a pilot who'll fly him and his brother to the destination of his choice.
Is the boss okay with all this?
Gene?
You okay with this, loot?
Give him what he needs.
All right, I’ll get the damn bus.
I'll get the damn plane- just in time to fly his cold corpse right to the morgue.
My thoughts exactly.
Off the phone.
Done.
You okay?
Compared to him, I’m doing great.
I'm sorry.
It's my fault you're in here.
I came in because I was asked.
I wasn't fetching coffee or filing papers.
I got to be a real cop.
I'm still sorry.
I was feeling everything coming down around me.
So I came in here looking for answers, but...
I- I...
I don't know what's real anymore.
In my clinic work,
I met a paranoid schizophrenic who had learned to live without his meds and his treatment.
And he said whenever he felt the walls really starting to cave in,
He would remember his happiest memory,
Because at least that was real.
I remember...
This one night, um, back in... Hyde.
My partner had recently gotten killed making a collar.
And I just ended a relationship with a woman I thought I loved.
I was in a bar, and there was a Tom Waits song playing on the jukebox.
You know Tom Waits?
Is he popular yet?
I never heard of him.
He's soon to become the patron saint of the sad and downtrodden New Yorker.
Anyway, there I was, and this girl...
Walks right up to the bar.
And she turns to me, and she says,
Why the glum face?
Summer is turning into fall.
You can smell it in the air.
And you're sitting in a bar, with the best jukebox in Manhattan,
And Dalton here is a bartender, whose cocktail shaker should be bronzed.
It's time for livin'.
Oh, and by the way, I’m your new partner.
Maya.
It was the first time I saw her.
I guess she was right.
It was time for livin'.
You got all that crap churning in your head.
No wonder you're seeing things.
How long you been feeling like that?
Like what?
Like it's you against the world.
I guess...
Since I got to the 1-2-5.
Now being a loon is one thing.
But this is the first I'm hearing about your dissatisfaction on being on my squad.
That's not what I meant.
You're alone.
Are you alone now?
I should've left you here and let that creep use you for target practice.
It's time.
What's your plan?
I will stimulate the amygdale
So that it looks like there's brain activity on the E.E.G...and then what?
By the time Johnny’s recovered and Michael realizes it didn't work,
Hopefully this will all be over.
Isn't that dangerous?
Johnny’s mind is barely alive as it is.
You have a better plan?
You're gonna be better soon.
I told you I'd always look out for ya.
I can't believe he's going through with this,
Here you go.
Get going.
Stop.
This is not gonna work.
What are you talking about?
This operation, it’s not gonna bring Johnny back. You know that.
Keep going. Go.
Do it.
What you're about to do is not helping Johnny.
It's hurting him, Michael.
Shut your mouth!
It's not gonna change the truth.
Stop!
Listen to him!
Stop talking! It's not gonna fix your brother!
Not like this! Stop! Stop, please!
I'm gonna kill you, you son of a bitch! Stop, please! Please!
He's right! He’s right!
I can't. I can't help your brother.
But you said...
You said that you could.
There's nothing that me or anybody else can do to bring your brother back.
I tried to tell you that.
You wouldn't listen.
We're taking a walk, kids.
Let's go, across the yellow brick road and down the rabbit hole.
How did you know my name?
On the phone earlier today.
You said, you’re running out of time, Sam.
I didn't know your name.
That doesn't matter,’ cause you're not Sam anymore.
You're me, and I am Sam.
All right, let’s go.
Let's go, let's go, let’s go.
We stay together in a close group, and we'll all get on that bus.
We're almost to the end, folks.
Okay, let’s do it. Come on.
Go, go, go.
You'll all be free soon enough,
And I'll be south of the slot.
How good are these snipers?
My best guy can shoot a dime off your nose at 100 yards.
Then when they exit,
You tell your best guy that scaze Muldoon is wearing two nickels for a necktie.
Right there!
Get down! Get down!
Drop it! Drop it! Drop it...
Hold your fire!
Come on. Get up!
All right, let’s go, let’s go!
That's Tyler.
It's Tyler!
The building is rigged with explosives.
Evacuate the area. Everybody back. Move, move. Go back!
Where is he? He's not here!
Let's go, people. Everybody, get back.
Move it out! Sam, where are you going?
Michael!
Michael, where are you?
Johnny?
How you doing, champ?
How's he doin'?
He's doin' fine.
He's south of the slot.
The building was supposed to be empty,
The hostages driven safely away.
I'd set off the explosives as a distraction.
This tunnel leads to the 63rd street line,
The subway to Penn station.
We take the 3:00 train to Buffalo...
Then to Canada. We would be gone.
He'd get better.
We'd spend the days fishing and the nights watching football,
But I can't go to jail.
His responses are weaker than ever.
Whatever limited reality he's in, will end soon.
I can't have Johnny being treated like a damn baby.
I'm ending this.
Your brother is in there somewhere,
And believe me, that counts for something.
Step aside.
You're gonna have to go through me.
You can save yourself.
They're probably not your friends.
Why such the glum face?
Summer's turning into fall.
You can smell it in the air.
And you are sittin' in a bar with the best jukebox in Manhattan,
and Dalton here- Dalton is a bartender whose cocktail shaker should be bronzed.
It's time for livin'.
Oh, by the way, I'm your new partner.
He's smiling. He's smiling. He's smiling.
On the floor!
Gene? I was supposed to die today, not you.
Do you smell whiskey?
Gene?
Holy cow!
What are the chances?
Actually...
Pretty good.
I didn't know how long this hostage crap was gonna go on.
You gonna be okay!
He was gone before they could get to him.
I was supposed to die at 2:00.
Now he's dead, and I'm alive.
You're alive, Sam.
Can't you let it go?
Despite the harrowing events,
The police managed to apprehend the gunman and get the hostages to safety with only one casualty.
Overall, a resounding success for our boys in blue.
They're talking about us on the radio!
I... I gotta call my mom.
I gotta call my mom.
Sorry I almost got your head blown off, no hard feelings.
Is Gene making you apologize?
No, that was a spontaneous eruption of my true sentiment.
You know, you don't have to treat the "crazy" cop with kid gloves.
Good.
Cause I ain't that sorry, and I still think you're a meatball.
Right.
You know something, Tyler?
You're not so special.
We all go crazy at some point.
Happens to any cop who gives a crap about what he does.
That's why we're alcoholics.
That's why our women leave us.
We're broken toys.
That is all what makes us different from those folks in the psych ward...
We keep each other sane.
That's what it's about.
Any decent precinct house we keep each other sane.
He's right, spaceman.
After all, we’re an American band.
I don't care what your tests say. I saw him smile!
I won't let you end his life,
Not while there's a chance my little boy is still in there.
Very well.
We'll keep him on life support.
But I think you're making a mistake.
Are you adding peeping tom to the list of your bizarre attributes, Sam?
What’s that for?
For helping me remember something happy, something real.
That was the sign they needed.
That's why I'm still alive.
Thank you...
For keeping an insane man...
Sane, Annie.
Well, I was just heading in.
I was just heading out.
See you tomorrow?
Tomorrow.
Sam, I’m so glad you're still here.
I'm not gonna let them pull the plug, Sam,
But I also don't think I can keep doing this.
I'm so sorry.
It's just...
It's been months.
I have to say goodbye.
I've got to let you go.
It's time for living.