- Peter, Iīm so happy to see you. - Hi. How are you?
- Iīm wonderful. How are you? - Good, good.
ls this a night for a party or what?
- I mean, this huge mix-up-- - Okay, everyone.
- I found his commercial. Come on in. - Oh, I canīt wait to see it.
Oh, he-- he canīt weasel out of this one. Weīre gonna show it.
ltīs show time, folks. Letīs go.
- Shh! Shh! Shh! - Hey, quiet!
I came from fairly humble beginnings from upstate New York.
- And to be honest, līd never even been on an aeroplane before. - Nice make-up.
Not until the Air Force taught me to fly in 1969.
I ended up doing 28 combat missions for them.
In, uh, 1971-- Oh, a tough year--
I threw everything I owned into a charter service.
- You look better than those frogs in that beer commercial. - When we kicked off...
we had a six-seater and one DC-3, and we would fly anywhere.
We were like the yellow cabs of the sky.
In 1979, we started Endeavor, and we only flew to four different cities.
But, uh, I think the passengers picked up on my, my joy in flying.
And weīve grown to 37 countries worldwide.
Weīre still pretty small in the scheme of things.
But then, I never wanted to be the biggest, just the best.
The most important thing to me these days: family.
Mine. Yours.
Thatīs the good thing about an airline.
lt actually brings families closer together, among other things.
And that makes me feel good. 1971. Man.
I had the devil in me back then. But today-- people change.
Sort of.
- He really didnīt want to do it. - I thought he was great.
- He was good. - Author! - Where did he go?
Okay, get it over with, you pack of freeloaders.
- Put it there. I got big shoulders. - Whenīs it air?
I was afraid to ask, actually. No, youīre too kind. No, youīre too kind.
Actually, Iīm contemplating suicide before it airs.
Oh, yes, of course. Because heīs so shy.
And next month, heīs doing the underwear billboard in Times Square. Ow!
You should have seen-- You should have seen the look on his face.
He couldnīt figure out where I got that information.
- And where did you? - I took safe-cracking at MlT.
- No, the guy couldnīt believe it. - Hey, Sean, you eat something?
- You okay? - Yeah. - Good.
You know, the guyīs a wacko. l mean, seriously, heīs, like, whoo!
- Unbelievable, unbelievable. - What I canīt figure out is how someone expects you to bite...
without expecting you to know everything about his business.
- I agree. - Yeah. Anyway, uh, Davidīs on the carpet.
- All right, time to fold the tent, fella. Come on. - Tom?
- Yeah? - Where did you get the tile in the kitchen? ltīs great.
Oh, God, Louisa, thatīs a Kate question.
See, I only answer Tom questions like, uh, you know, whatīs wrong with my chain saw?
- Whatīs the best time of day to kill a grizzly bear? - I have a perfect Tom question.
How do you feel about Jackie Brown filing a civil suit against you...
from his prison cell?
Sean, why donīt you, uh, brush, get ready. līll be down in a minute. David, would you get Bob, please?
- And you are? - Iīm just givinī you heads-up because this Brown guy now says...
that he has proof that you paid him to head off the machinistsī strike.
Well, thatīs not novel. I mean, heīs been saying that for months.
I know, I know. But now he says he has proof that you even initiated the bribe.
Iīm Sammy Adler from the Daily News. I just thought if we could spend a couple seconds--
- Oh, oh, Bob Stone, Sammy Adams from the Daily News. Uh-- - Adler.
- Why donīt you make sure he gets home safe? - Can we get-- Can we do something for two seconds?
- I hope you had a good time here. Drive safely. - All right, all right.
- Weīre very civil here. - Guys, Iīm a reporter. All right?
- We know who you are. - Iīm not a stalker, guys.
Listen, your boss is gonna have to deal with this. Jackie Brown says he was set up.
I think you gotta find someone else to talk to.
- Heīs in the clear, you understand, Sammy? - Listen, if I was--
- I came from humble-- - Cut. - Sean?
- Okay, try it again. - About four cities, but l--
- Sean? - But people picked on my-- - Oh, I guess heīs not here.
So līll lie down and take a nap while I wait for him to turn up.
God, this mattress is lumpy. And damned noisy too.
And itīs got hair and-- what? This mattress needs to be tickled!
No laughing. No laughing allowed.
And why are you watching my goof-ups again?
- What is this bug in the-- Sorry. - Cut.
- Thatīs funny. - Yeah? Well, must make you feel good inside...
to know your old man canīt even talk.
Grobe? A shrinking grobe?
Was that guy mad at you upstairs?
No. Heīs, uh, not mad. Heīs, uh, heīs curious. Yeah.
- ltīs his job, you know. Heīs gotta-- - lt seems like someoneīs always mad at you.
- That the way that seems? - Mm-hmm.
Well, I guess that-- Youīre not mad at me, are you?
- No. - Well, I can-- I can fix that.
- A knuckle sandwich before bedtime. - Stop it! Stop it!
I said get your ass movinī!
- Get on the car! Shut the fuck up! - I ainīt do nothinī! - Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
- Shut up, Romeo. - Calm down. Joey! Joey! Take it easy. Take--
- Get him outta here. - A fuckinī track star, huh?
- You little faggot. - Faggot? What?
- Youīre lucky I donīt put one in your back, you fuck! - Hey, hey, hey! Hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey. Take it easy.
- All right? You all right? - Iīm all right. - All right.
Honey, you better work the door. l think the Mayor wants to leave.
Oh, thank God. You okay?
- Yeah. - Good.
Okay, did you brush your teeth?
-l brushed them this morning. -No, no, no. Weīre gonna brush them now.
45-Adam to Central-K. 207 West 30th Street.
- Two unidentified suspects-- - Hey, hey. What are they, mink?
Yeah, why? You wanna buy one? Take a walk.
Oh, God. Iīm beat.
So where was that guy from? Daily News?
- Does it make a difference? - Ohh! līd like to kill those bastards.
When they come after you, they come after us.
ltīs freezing.
- Oh, God. - līd like to come after the contractor.
- Yeah, well, you gotta find him first. - Yeah, really.
ltīs freezing in here. Oh, that feels good.
Donīt let those guys get to you, okay?
- Yeah. - Thatīs what they want.
I just wanna say
Singinī makes me feel so fine
Drivinī in my truck, man Iīm always on the go
Makinī my deliveries from here to Tupelo
- Tupelo - But singinī bass--
Okay, now līd like to introduce to you the person responsible for this wonderful event.
Uh, a fantastic lady. In fact, chairlady of the Junior Science Fair...
Mrs Katherine Mullen.
- All right! Yea! - Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you, Mayor.
And welcome to the tenth annual New York City Junior Science Fair.
We have 54 young inventors competing today...
- representing 22 schools-- - Dad? - Yeah? - Why canīt I enter?
Well, it wouldnīt be fair, Sean. Your motherīs a judge here.
- And, uh, how would that look if you won? - Why donīt I enter under a different name?
- What, you mean, like John Smith? - No. Like Professor X.
Well, I donīt think youīd get away with that, Professor X.
I mean, youīre too young to have a degree. You got to be bald, have an eye patch. You know.
No, better. Professor von X.
And the third judge, I regret to say, is myself, Katherine Mullen...
Events Chair for the 125th Anniversary of Central Park...
and former teacher of biology at Evander Childs High School.
So let the games begin.
Our judges will now begin circulating.
- So all of our inventors should be with their booths. - Wow. Destination: Yonkers.
Thatīs gotta be the best project out here. Donīt you think itīs gonna win?
- Whoa! - Oh, look, thereīs me!
Yeah, the wind is taking it. Down left rudder.
Remember, weīre going to want all of todayīs winners on stage at 1:00 to receive their award.
- Good luck, everybody. - ltīs not fair, Dad. l worked really hard.
I know. I know you worked really hard, and you did an amazing job.
- But we talked about this before, didnīt we, Sean? - Yes.
Okay? Come on. Lighten up a little. Enjoy the day.
- Okay. - Anyone else that has not registered... - Tom!
- Hey! - Hey, how are you? - must have their registration cards in right now.
This is your last chance.
- P.S. 41. - Okay, P.S. 41. Yeah.
Solar system here? And this big guy here is what?
- The sun. - Okay.
- And how many planets do we have around it? - Nine.
- I see Mars.
Okay, folks, weīd like to thank the Friends of Central Park...
and Mayor Barresi for allowing this event...
to take place here at the beautiful Bethesda Fountain.
- And a special thanks to our-- - Hey, Katie, look at the blimp.
- Me too. - Looking forward to it.
...for ten years strong. Lisa?
Well, folks, thereīs still a few of those souvenir science fair T-shirts left.
- Sheīs incredible. I mean, the work sheīs put into this. - Yeah.
Well, I donīt know where she gets the energy.
- And who is this orange guy over here? - Thatīs Venus.
Thatīs Venus. Whereīs Earth?
- Earth is this one. - Thereīs Earth.
Mr Vincent Barnes, we have not received your classīs registration cards for Curtis High School--
For the workshop.
- See Mrs Moran at the exhibit. - Excuse me for a minute.
Sean?
Brooklyn, Queens to my left, Bronx, Manhattan and Staten lsland to my right.
- Youīre it. - We ask you to stay with your boroughs.
- Teachers, please keep a head count. - Sean.
What do you think, Kate?
Kate?
- Kate. The score. - l-l-l scored it.
Sean?
- Cassandra, have you seen Sean? - No. Kate, are you all right?
Okay.
Sean.
Sean. Sean Mullen, please come to the judgeīs stand.
Sean?
Oh, please, God.
Heīs probably just bustinī chops, you know, īcause we wouldnīt let him enter the contest.
Who didnīt we call?
- Sean? - You have E-mail.
- I have your son. - Oh, Jesus!
- I want $2 million in fifties and hundreds. - Oh, God!
No consecutive serial numbers.
No new bills. No marked bills.
The money will fit into two Samsonite hard-shell suitcases, model #260.
Do not involve the police or the FBl. lf you do, I will kill him.
Do not inform the media, or I will kill him.
No tracking devices in the money or the cases, or I will kill him.
You have 48 hours to get the money. l will contact you.
Open your mouth. Open your mou-- Would you open your mouth now?
Open it. Swallow it.
You little prick.
- What are you doing? - Why donīt you just clean your shirt?
Look, we talked about this.
Oh, yeah. Forgot.
Bitch.
Kate. Kate! Who are you calling? He said no police.
- Why did you do that? Why did you do that? - He said heīd kill him if you called the police.
- I can have the money inside 3 hours. - Why did you leave him?
- I didnīt.
I saw you. You walked away.
All right.
- All right, Iīm calling the police. - Call the FBl.
- For Christīs sake, just let me pay this bastard. - Tom, please, call the FBl.
Kate, the FBl just spent three months trying to bury us.
- Do you think they give a good goddam about you or me or-- - Tom, they know us.
They know us. Please.
All right.
- Lennon Paints. - Wait. What? What? - Weīre the painters.
Yeah, weīre goinī to the Mullen apartment. Uh, weīre just finishinī work on the library.
Oh, yes. Yeah. I get this call. Go ahead. Okay.
- Behind you. - Mr and Mrs Mullen are waiting for you. - Thank you.
Uh, Mr Mullen, how are you? Lonnie. Hawkins.
-Uh, we got Kimba Welch, Jack Sickler... -How do you do? -How are you, sir?
- David Levin, Ron Lambert. - How do you do?
- Find the phone panel. - Fatima, could you show these gentlemen everything they want to know?
- Paul. - Whoīs sweepinī?
- And this is Paul Rhodes. - How do you do?
- Hi. How you doing? - This here is as close as we could get to a look-alike.
- Oh, I see. - Now, look, Mr Mullen, Iīm not allowed to advise you on this...
- but if you decide to pay the money-- - ltīs here. ltīs right over here.
- This the money? - Yeah, $2 million.
- Well, Paul here can make the drop for you. - Sure, sure.
- Tom? - Yeah, David?
- Bobīs got some stuff for you right here. - Tom, this is all I could get...
- from the National Center for Missing Children. - Good, good.
- Uh, Agent Hawkins, this is David Torres. - Pleased to meet you.
- What about the electric files? - Whereīs your phone panel, Mrs Mullen?
- l-l have no idea. - Thatīs okay. Weīll find it.
You know, what I donīt understand is these people-- this he, she, it, whoever--
has got enough brains to snatch my son right from under my nose...
but they only ask me for $2 million.
- Donīt they know what Iīm worth? - No, no. Heīs being smart, okay?
Keepinī it nice and simple for you.
Now, he knows you got it. Knows you wonīt have a problem coughinī it up.
Maybe, uh, thatīs all he needs.
Uh, uh, can l-- can I just, uh--
Look, the-the reason youīre here and not the police...
is that we, my wife and l, we believe that this might be somehow connected...
- with the, uh, machinistsī union indictments. - Okay.
So, uh, Jackie Brown.
The man was caught on tape takinī a pay-off...
during contract negotiations with another airline, uh, Infinite Air.
lt was a sting, okay? So there he is, dead in the water.
He says to your people, "Can we do something here?"
And, uh, so he offers me up.
Yeah, he said Tom gave him a quarter of a million dollars...
for a sweetheart deal with the union.
Now, I have been investigated exhaustively; me, my company, my-my family. My family.
Weīve been dragged through the tabloid mud, courtesy of FBl leaks, and nothing. All right? Nothing.
Now Jackie Brownīs in jail where he belongs, and heīs pissed, and I think heīs got some pretty unsavoury associates out there.
- Uh, Mr Mullen, obviously weīre very aware of the Jackie Brown situation, Mr Mull-- - An-And?
- Weīre still working on it. - Jesus Christ, I think you should pay a little more attention.
- Weīre paying-- No. Can I make a suggestion, Mr Mullen? - What? What?
Now, we are going to get into all of this in time, but for now, just hang loose.
- Just sit tight so we can get a plan-- - Hang loose? Hang loose? Sit tight? Which one?
Tom, just let him finish.
- No, itīs okay. ltīs okay. No, look, look. - Iīm sorry.
lf this were my child, līd be the same way. Believe me.
ltīs not a problem at all.
All right, kid, I know this is hard on you, all right?
But you gotta hang in there.
- How many kidnappings have you worked before? - All together, 33.
Uh, now you take away the custodial, gang, drug-related, līve worked ten.
Now, thatīs ten traditional, ransom-oriented abductions in the last five years.
Now, thatīs a lot. Believe it or not, this kind of thing is kind of rare.
Well, um, out of the ten, how many did you get back?
Got back seven.
Well, the others. What, um, went wrong?
Oh, life. What we call the "X" factor.
Whatīs the "X" factor? What is that?
- Are we set? - No!
Shit, Jack!
Any demands that come up, now, you just agree.
Let him know heīs in charge. Your only priority is getting your boy back.
Get your boy back. You follow me?
Now, youīve got to give us some time, Mr Mullen.
You ask to speak to your son. Ask for some sign that heīs alive.
Any information you can get. Then tell him he has an allergy, he has, uh, some medical condition.
You want to know what kind of weather is he in. ls he indoors? ls he outdoors?
- Are we set? - Go!
- Get your boy back. - Okay.
Hello?
Cancel it.
We got it. Brenda Chance, 4108 Utopia Parkway.
Thatīs his secretary.
Yeah, we know.
ls our son dead?
Donīt ever think that.
Open your mouth. ltīs all right. ltīs food.
So, why canīt you starve in the desert?
īCause of all the sandwiches there.
What are you doinī?
What the--
- Voters on Manhattanīs East Side... - What are you thinkinī?
- will be headed to the polls tomorrow-- - What the hell is going on?
I was tellinī the kid a joke. Whatīs the big deal?
You like this kid? You wanna get to know him? Get a little relationship goinī?
You think thatīs gonna make things easier or harder?
- Make what easier, Maris? - ls he for real?
- Yeah, Iīm for real, bitch. Are you for real? - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa! Whoa. Why donīt you just back off, all right?
You step up, and līll back off.
Come here.
Listen to me. Look.
With the candy bars and shit--
ltīs just that you might be makinī beds in a burninī house.
You understand what Iīm sayinī?
Yeah, but, Clark, man, the kidīs in a cocoon.
And he canīt lD anybody.
What the hell heīs supposed to tell īem?
Wait a goddam second, man. Clark, you never said nothinī to me about killinī no kids!
Do you understand what is goinī on now?
You do not joke with this kid. You donīt play with him. You donīt talk to him.
- Donīt talk to my brother, all right? - He is not your pet.
- This is real. - You donīt gotta talk to my brother, all right?
You got nothinī to say to him. Who do you think you are? What do you--
- You think youīre runninī shit here? - No, Iīm not runninī shit. My man is runninī shit.
- Oh. Your man. Right. - But if I have a problem, Iīm going to address it.
- Yeah, I understand. All right. - I gotta tell you, boys.
Sheīs scarinī the bejeepers outta me.
- And youīre fuckinī drinkinī again. - Well, thatīs okay, though...
see, īcause I havenīt been drinkinī with the kid.
I have to tell you something that I think you should know.
Okay.
I paid him off.
You understand Iīm not a priest. Iīm not a psychiatrist. Iīm not a lawyer.
Tom, this is not a protected conversation.
I understand.
See, most guys at the top, theyīve acquired their airline.
But not me, no, I built Endeavor from the ground up.
And itīs mine, and no bastardīs takinī it away from me.
No union, no government, no gangster like Jackie Brown.
I initiated the bribe. l had a business to run.
I had 2,000 employees, God knows how many customers...
and I didnīt have time for a goddam machinistsī strike.
So, after what I did-- what I proposed and, and carried out--
heīs in jail and Iīm not.
So my question to you is: Did Jackie Brown take my son?
Do you wanna go ask him?
I been thinking about you.
- Whereīs my son? - What?
Do you think that ending up in this place is the worst thing that can happen to you?
- What are you talkinī about? - Where is my son?
Oh.
Somebody nabbed your kid...
and you think that itīs me.
How?
I donīt got no connections.
I donīt got no friends.
I got no job.
I got no money.
And you, motherfucker, are accusing me?
Hey! Hey, get off of him!
I got six of my own kids, and I would die for every one of them.
- Get him outta here! - And I havenīt seen them since I got locked up in here because of you!
- Get him outta here. Come on! - Why arenīt you in here? Huh?
You fuckinī belong in jail! Who did you bribe?
- I ainīt done with you, you fuck! līll kill you! - Get him out! Get him outta there!
- Whoīd you pay to set me up, you fuck? - Get him outta here!
Come on. You tell me that again. Say it again. Come on.
- I said that I wasnīt runninī out this door-- - You werenīt runninī?
Damn, man. I said l wasnīt runninī with him.
I was runninī away from him īcause he was, like, chasinī me.
Yeah, look me in the eye and tell me that now.
- I was, I was runninī, but I was runnin-- - Yeah, where were you goinī? - Got the gat, Jimmy.
Huh? Whoa, whoa. Hey. Look at that.
- You ever seen that before? - Uh-uh.
- No? Iīm not gonna find your prints on there? - No.
No? Bag that up.
Jimmy, uh, we got a problem here. This guy doesnīt want to close his store right now.
Fuck it. Forget about it. Now, tell me about your buddy.
Oh, man. Uh, I donīt know. l never saw him before.
- lt was the first time I saw him. - Here. Feel that.
- Christ, this thingīs pumpinī Kool-Aid. - Yeah, you got a heart problem, there?
- I was runninī. I wasnīt-- - Hey! Hey! Hey!
Wait. I smell a little bullshit here. l think heīs runninī a game on me.
- I think heīs an LAD. - You a lyinī-ass dog?
- You got any, uh, Frankenberry cereal with the marshmallows? - The guy was chasinī me and l--
- Yo, you get me a lawyer, all right? - You get your own fuckinī lawyer.
Yo, man, these cuffs are too tight, man.
Thatīs cause theyīre new. Theyīll stretch. You gotta give them a little time.
- Get in the car. You want a pizza? You want a hot dog? What do you want? - Here you go, Jimmy.
- Thanks. - Letīs go back to the house.
Are you a known scumbag in this precinct or not? Shake your head.
Go on.
Now, a high-profile kid got snatched yesterday.
You have no idea who knows about it, huh? NYPD, FBl. Do you?
Shake your head.
No. So what do you do?
You, a known scumbag, walks into a grocery store filled with cops...
and you ask for a box of kiddie cereal.
I donīt know about you, but I think that makes you a four-star asshole.
What do you think?
What the hell were you gonna do with the videos? Huh?
The kidīs got tape on his eyes, for Christīs sake.
I thought he could listen to īem.
Donīt be stupid again.
- Jimmy. - Hey.
I was just dreaminī about you.
- Was it good? - Mm-mmm.
No. My father was back, and then he was beating me up again.
And then you were there, but you-- you didnīt do anything.
You were just standing there and watching.
Yeah, well, you know thatīs just a dream.
- I locked his ass up, remember? - Yeah. I know.
Where you been, man? Iīm goinī out of my mind here, you know.
Hey, itīs all right.
These guys-- These guys are wacko.
They donīt listen to me. They donīt respect me.
- I donīt trust them. - Donīt worry about them. Theyīre afraid of me.
- Why do we need them? Why? - We canīt do this alone.
And the kid. Iīm scared shit of this kid.
I think we should just do this now. Get rid of him.
- Get it over with, īcause heīs like a time bomb. - Hey, hey, hey, listen to me.
You think youīre scared of the kid, but you-- you know what youīre really scared of?
Your own humanity.
Your own decency.
īCause youīre good, and thatīs okay. Thatīs all right.
Thatīs what I need from you.
When the time comes, the kidīs my problem, not yours. All right?
Well, you still trust me, donīt you?
Yeah? īCause you know l can do this, right?
- Yeah. - Right? - Yeah.
Good.
īCause itīs time to get paid.
- ls there anything in the reports? - Yeah.
A lot of stuff we already know.
A lot of stuff we donīt know.
Stuff you donīt want to know.
You know, you tell yourself-- No, you lie to yourself...
that, uh, youīre doing all this...
for your family.
Security, money, the future.
All this-this-this king of the mountain bullshit.
ltīs bullshit.
I keep seeing him tied up like that with those handcuffs, and, uh...
I canīt help him.
I canīt help him. I canīt--
- ltīs upstairs. - Kate, whereīs Tom? Come on, now.
Letīs do this. Come on. Come on.
- Cominī in. - All right, here they come. Here they come.
Remember the drill. Jack!
Hello?
- Mr Mullen? - Yes.
- Are you good to go? - Am l-- Am l-- Am I what?
Get in the car and drive. 96th Street West. Come alone.
Take the Westside Highway North.
Iīm-- l-l-l donīt have the money yet. Not yet. But I need more time.
- līll get it. l-l just-- - Donīt fuck with me.
I want, I want to talk to my son.
- Come alone. - Wait. Hold on, uh. S--
Uh, Sean has asthma. Uh, itīs very serious.
So, whatīs the weather like?
ls it rainy? Damp?
ls he in a cellar? On a mountaintop?
Please, donīt. My son gets vertigo.
- Howīs the linguist doing with my accent? - The w-what? The ling--
N-- Hey, thereīs no one here. Just me.
- Are you sure? - Hey, you think Iīm a fuckinī idiot?
- I want to get this over with. - Very good.
- Letīs keep it that way. - So how do I get my son back?
- Are you going to pay me? - Of course I am.
Then it shouldnīt be a problem.
- Heīll call you. - Heīll-- When? Who? No, youīll call? Heīll call me?
- When? - 96th Street. Come alone.
- Goddam it! - Yes. Sweet and pretty.
They jammed us. Everythingīs frozen.
Um, did you get it? Where-- Where did you trace it to?
They crashed the computer.
- Did I pick the right guy or what? - Yeah.
- Huh? Whatīd I tell you? - Yeah. Yeah.
Weīre gonna get it.
- Letīs get Paul wired up. - Whoa, whoa. līll do it.
līll do it. Let me.
- He gonna be all right? - Heīs gonna be great.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
He better be.
I got a situation here. Legally, l canīt stop you from doing this.
Understand that this guy-- l donīt know where heīs coming from...
and I think heīs a professional.
Now, if he starts throwing us curve balls out there...
we are gonna have to improvise, and we might not be able to protect you, Mr Mullen.
I think it would be wiser if you just let one of our guys make the drop.
- Ma-Maybe you shouldnīt do it. - Look, Iīm okay. Iīm okay, really.
l-- I just want to give him what he expects.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Look. ltīs almost over, kid.
Iīm gonna get you back with your parents. Promise.
- When? - Soon. - When?
When?
-There are tracking devices in the bags. -Monty wants the packages--
- Do you have any other questions? - All right, the carīs completely wired.
- Any problems, weīll be right there. - He said I was to come alone.
- All weīre doinī is following the money, Tom. - Okay.
- Weīll always be a safe distance away. - Okay.
Listen. Let me give you a tip.
This hereīs a business transaction. All right?
Youīre a businessman. Heīs a businessman.
You think of this as business, youīll be fine.
All right?
Get him back.
CP to S.O. units. All units converge on 269 West 125 Street.
500 Unit to CP. We have a visual on the package.
Yeah?
Okay, listen up. Iīm only gonna say this once.
Get off at 125th Street, go right three blocks...
to the Kasarda Rec Center.
- Take the suitcases inside with you. - Son of a bitch is scrolling us.
In the swimming pool, thereīs a locker key down by the drain...
in the deep end.
Thereīll be somebody watching you.
You wonīt see them, but theyīll see you.
I want you to get that key.
I want you fully clothed when you do.
You so much as remove your wristwatch, your son dies.
When you have the key, go find the locker.
- You got seven minutes. - All right, līll do everything you say.
I just need you to repeat it so I could be very clear.
- Seven minutes. - To do what? To get there? To jump in the pool?
Goddam it. Ah, Jesus.
- We got it. - He what?
- Blocked out the trace. Should we pull it? - No.
Run the trace again.
All right, letīs start dumping hackers and phreakers in the profile. Anybody high tech.
Uh, weīll cross match that with military background, police background...
uh, security training, uh, hostage negotiations.
- Whereīs the pool? - ltīs over there.
Hands in front of you. Hands straight out.
Hands to the side. Push. Hands in front.
Hands up.
Hands in front of you.
Shit! We lost him.
Damn it.
Track all unsubs that exit the building.
Youīre going too slow. Get your ass moving.
Now, put on the hat and the overalls.
Take the canvas bags downstairs to the boiler room.
Use the stairs by the shower.
Put the money into the new bags.
Then leave the building and find a Monte Carlo.
Thereīs a key taped to the phone.
Leave the phone with the suitcases and drive to the Holland Tunnel.
Weīll be watching you, Tom.
Weīre getting a reading on those suitcases. They havenīt moved.
Tell the S.O. leader l want that building cleared.
500 to S.O. units. We got an eyeball. We got the car.
The car has not moved.
S.O. 15 to CP. Located the packages. Theyīre empty.
Sir, weīve got four vehicles lDīd in the perimeter, one with a broken taillight.
Put out a description of those vehicles.
Have all units grid out and locate them.
Pick me up, asshole.
Now what?
So how you holding up? Did you have a nice swim?
Not bad. Howīre you doing?
Hey, Iīm good. Iīm good. You know, thanks for asking.
- Howīs Sean? - Havinī the time of his life.
Hey, I saw your TV commercial. ltīs not bad. ltīs pretty good.
But let me ask you something. You got a frequent flyer programme?
īCause if you do, maybe when this is over...
I might just take an Endeavor flight the hell outta here.
Why? Why me?
Why you?
īCause you buy your way out of trouble.
Donīt you? I read about you and that union guy.
You shouldīve gone to jail for that, but I guess youīre a pretty goddam good liar, huh?
I saw you on TV, Tom...
telling everybody how innocent you were.
I looked at your eyes.
You know what? Youīre a lyinī-ass dog, pal.
I know you paid that guy off.
Youīre a payer.
You did it once.
Now youīre gonna do it again.
- You okay? - Yeah.
- Listen, Cub. You want me to do this? - Jimmy said me.
- Fuck what Jimmy said. - Look, I know the job, man.
Clark, man.
I ainīt giving Jimmy the money until he cuts the kid loose.
l-- I just ainīt gonna do it, man.
What are you-- Cub.
You a movie fan, Tom?
- Ever see that movie The Time Machine? - No.
ltīs the, uh, land of the future, right?
Thereīs only two kinds of people in the world now:
the Morlocks and the Eloi.
- Okay. - And the Elois, they live above ground.
They wear togas. Theyīre all blond.
They eat grapes and shit like that.
But itīs like the Garden of Eden there.
I mean, basically, everybody just lays around, listens to harp music.
- How do I get my boy back? - Now, the Morlocks...
they live underground, right?
Big, hairy, ugly suckers like you wouldnīt wish on an ape, right?
Theyīre down there with all this machinery. Theyīre doing all the labour.
Theyīre making sure that the Elois have enough food and-- and togas.
- Are you gonna answer me? - Well, this is a great deal if youīre an Eloi, right?
Thereīs only one thing.
Every once in a while, a Morlock comes up to the surface...
and snatches an Eloi, takes him down there.
All right, Iīm done driving ītil you tell me what I want to know.
The Morlocks, they donīt eat grapes.
Theyīre cannibals. They eat Elois.
So when I think about, uh, The Time Machine...
it kind of reminds me of New York City, you know?
See, youīre an Eloi.
You and all your friends, walking around like zombies...
with no fuckinī idea of the shit goinī on down below.
So does this make me a Morlock?
I donīt like to think of myself like--
I guess it does.
And every once in a while, one of you gets snatched.
I guess thatīs--
See ya.
What a city. See you at the Whitney.
See you at the Four Seasons.
See you at the Met. See ya.
See you.
- You on the move again, Tom? - Yeah.
Okay, here we go. About a mile up ahead, the road splits.
Take the exit onto Saddle River Road, go to the stone quarry.
Drive ten miles an hour.
Iīm jumpinī through all your goddam hoops. How am I gonna get my boy back?
Weīll swap. You give me the bags, līll give you an address.
Good luck to you, laddie.
Get back in the fucking car!
Now, throw out the keys.
Give me the money, man.
- Give me the address. - Give me the fuckinī money, man!
- You said you were gonna give me the address. - What?
Do you want to see your kid again, man? Then give me the money!
Goddam it! Give me that address, goddam you!
- Donīt be fuckinī stupid, man! - This is the FBl.
Drop the gun and step away from the vehicle.
- Put your hands in the air. Step away from the vehicle. - Son of a bitch!
- Mullen, stay back. Get down. - CP, need some help here.
Heīs surrounded. Weīve gone overt.
We have one subject on the ground operating an ATV.
A white male armed with a handgun, and heīs got--
- We have an eye on him. - Good. - Who is that?
Come on, Cubby. Come on, Cubby.
- Stop, or weīll shoot. - Get off the vehicle and lie down.
You have no way out.
You are surrounded. Give yourself up.
- This is the FBl. - Youīve got nowhere to go.
We have agents on the ground.
This is your last warning.
Surrender yourself now!
This is the FBl.
There is nowhere to go.
Drop the gun. Stop at once.
Move! Move!
SWAT Team Leader to CP. We have deployed. Weīre movinī in.
Got a green light! Take him out!
Oh, shit.
SWAT Team Leader to CP. We have an agent down. We have a subject down.
Who got shot? Who the hell was shot?
Where is he? What have you done with him?
What?
Say it. Come on.
- Stand back. Come on. Step back. - No, no, he--
- Heīs trying to tell me something. - Look, back off. Let us stabilize him.
- Medic! - Heīs trying to tell me where my son is. Iīm sure of it.
What are you people do-- l did not authorize this!
- Weīre here under orders. - That fucking liar!
- Oh, weīre losinī him. - Donīt let him die.
Jesus Christ, donīt let him die. God, donīt let him die.
- Come on, man. Donīt give up. Donīt give up. - Get the choppers.
Stay with him. Come on.
- Shit! - What?
Ten-seven, sir.
Heīs dead.
How-- How am l gonna find Sean now?
You killed my son.
SWAT Team Leader to CP. Weīre movinī out.
S.O. Leader, youīve got it.
Give me as much as you can. This guyīs got to be on parole, probation, something.
- Get the name of-- - I told you no cops. - Ah, jeez!
- You were supposed to follow the money! - They were following the money, Tom.
The guy had a gun in your face. They didnīt have a choice.
They thought you were in direct danger.
What does that mean? What does-- What does "wrong" mean? I mean, is he dead?
Because if heīs dead, just say heīs dead. Donīt tell me something went wrong.
- Just say my son is dead! - Kate, we are operating under the assumption that heīs alive.
You mean you donīt know! You donīt know where he is! You donīt know if he is!
Youīre the goddam FBl, and you donīt know shit!
- We have every agent-- every agent-- - You killed the son of a bitch and now-- What?
- Katie. Katie. - Get-- God!
Go. Go away. Go. Go.
We know that the kidnapper at the quarry was not alone.
We know that.
We also have a real good idea about who he was teamed up with. Now, let me show you something.
The guy at the quarry, Cubby Barnes, has been in jail twice for burglary.
This is no high-tech mastermind.
This guy right here-- Kate, Tom, you recognize him?
- Do you? - No. - Okay.
Now, this is Clark Barnes, brother to the subject.
Now, we went back and we found him in your sonīs video of the park.
This guy is the brains in the family...
and we also know heīs a lot higher up the criminal food chain.
According to the NYPD, this guy Clark, his brother Cubby, theyīre supposed to be inseparable.
Now, I guarantee you, we are gonna do our homework on this...
and we will come up with another player.
In the meantime, what we gotta do--
Aw, Christ. Not this shit.
- We got a cameraman. - Jack.
Can we get some agents out there?
- This just in. A breaking story from our New York bureau. - Lonnie. ltīs out.
State police sources tell us a man has been shot and killed in an apparent botched ransom drop.
Thereīs also word that multimillionaire airline mogul Tom Mullen has been placed at the scene.
With more on that story, letīs go to Donna Hanover live...
-in front of Tom Mullenīs New York home. -Goddam. -Donna.
We have no official report yet on the identity of the victim...
or his role in the Sean Mullen kidnapping.
Hopefully, weīll have more information for you later in this hour...
but details have been slow to come from the police and FBl sources.
Weīll bring you full developments tomorrow morning...
beginning with Good Day, New York, and, of course...
- as things happen here at the Mullen apartment building, - Hey, wh-what are you doing?
- weīll bring you the information. - Calling my mother. - No, man, you canīt do that.
- Not from this phone. - Get the fuck outta here. - Hey, hey, put the phone down.
Whatīs the matter, Jimmy? You donīt want my mother to know that her sonīs dead īcause you fucked up?
-Turn that shit off. -l mean, thatīs what happened, isnīt it?
I mean, itīs not exactly like this guy just rolled over, is it, Jim?
Just take it easy. Put the goddam phone down.
Heīs a fuckinī kid.
Oh, shit!
Hey, hey, calm down. Take it easy.
You want me to calm down, huh? You want me to fucking calm down?
You realize theyīre looking for me right now, Jimmy? Iīm fingered!
- I canīt go back to my life! What do you want me to do? You tell me! - Shut up.
- You tell me, huh? - You know, youīre not gonna be able to go to your brotherīs funeral either, man.
Shut the fuck up! The kid goes in the ground, Jim.
Thatīs it. Thatīs it. Fuck the money.
- We do the kid, and Iīm outta here. - Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a minute.
Heīs right. I mean, you said you were gonna do it anyhow.
Shut up!
- Where are you goinī? - Get out of my fuckinī--
Take a breath.
Come on, come on. Take a breath.
I brought you in on this īcause you had brains and balls.
Think.
Hmm? The kidīs gonna die...
when we donīt need him any more.
Now, use your fuckinī head.
Go check on the kid.
ltīs all right. Go on.
Go on.
They kill your brother, and you wanna walk away?
What the hell does that make you?
This thing is not over.
I swear to you right now...
now, more than ever...
this guy will pay.
Can I have a chocolate bar?
- I know you. - No, you donīt.
Donīt look at me! Donīt look at me.
Chocolate bar. What, do you think this isnīt happening?
What, you think your dadīs gonna come in and save you? ls that what you think?
Well, he ainīt. Nobodyīs cominī, all right?
You understand that? Nobodyīs cominī, īcause this is it for you.
...surfacing surrounding the high-profile kidnapping case of Tom Mullenīs son, Sean.
- New York One has exclusive information about-- - You know what the brothers call this?
This is "more drama," right?
Like, "Shit, man, more drama? Best stay indoors today."
You ever hear that? "More drama."
More drama. More Dramamine.
Drambuie.
- You all right? - No, yeah. Yeah, good.
Yeah.
- Kimba, listen to this. - lt shouldnīt be a problem. - That.
After "lt shouldnīt be a problem," what do you hear?
Wait. Play it back again.
- lt shouldnīt be a problem. - lt sounds like some kind of horn.
Yeah, I know itīs a horn, but what-- ltīs like--
- ltīs like thereīs a horn, a sort of foghorn. - ltīs too fast for a ferry.
lt shouldnīt be a problem.
In the meantime, now you give her a big hug from me.
Nah, I donīt care. You wake her up.
Nah, donīt wake her up. Iīm just--
Ah, girl, I am so glad we are not rich.
You just gotta thank God for what you have.
I love you too. I gotta go. Iīm gonna call you back.
Okay. Bye-bye. Hey.
Why--
Why would this guy, these people-- Why would they--
Why would they ever let my son go no matter what I do?
I mean, no matter what I do. l mean, pay, donīt pay, comply, tell him to go fuck himself.
Why would they give him back?
I mean, heīs a witness any way you cut it.
ltīs all bullshit. ltīs all just-- just seven out of ten.
What are you saying?
All right.
Morlock Man gets his money, l donīt think weīll ever see Sean again.
Thatīs if heīs still alive to begin with.
- Well, now... - Tom?
are you talkinī about not paying?
- No. No, we pay him. - Now, wait a minute. Listen to me.
Morlock Man says the pick-up guy will give me an address for Sean.
I get there, the guy sticks a gun in my face.
I said, "You want the money? Now give me the address. Whereīs the address?"
You should have seen his face.
He had no, absolutely no idea what I was talking about. None.
- Okay. - This is not business to him. This is very personal.
I tell you that everybody pays, and we get back seven out of ten.
- lf we give him what he wants, he will kill Sean. - Tom, you gotta play the odds, man.
līve been doing this for 18 years.
And if I were a betting man, l would bet on the people who pay every time out of the gate.
Did you bet on the ones where you got back a corpse?
Kate.
lf you want to see your child again...
you gotta help me with him.
- Stations! - Mark it.
-Mullen. -You think you can run a game on me and fuck me out of my money?
No, l--
lt was out of my control. l did exactly what you said.
You did?
This is how you want to play it, huh? Youīre gonna bullshit me, Tom?
Who do you think youīre dealinī with?
They told you they were just gonna follow the cash, right? Huh?
Whoīs the asshole youīre listening to over there?
ls he a fed? I said no cops.
No FBl. You pay me. lt shouldnīt be a problem. Now we got a fuckinī circus out there.
All right. Just say what you want to say.
- The money. - I want to talk to my son.
Take the FDR Drive down to the Williamsburg Bridge exit.
- No. I know heīs dead. - You donīt know shit.
- Take FDR Drive down to the Williamsburg Bridge-- - My son is dead. Go to hell!
What did you do? Tom, what did you do?
Oh, God. Please, God. Please, God. Please, God. Please. Please, God.
Mullen.
- Dad? - Sean?
Williamsburg Bridge.
And you assholes listening in, if l smell you clowns within ten miles...
of that money, līll gut this kid like a fish.
ls there anything else we can use?
Uh, give me Mr Wallace.
Iīm going alone.
ls that understood?
No helicopters, no wires. Just me.
- You got the phone? - Yeah, I got the phone.
You gonna be all right?
- Yeah, Iīm gonna be all right. - Okay.
Hey, hey, here he comes. Come on. Letīs go. Letīs go, letīs go.
Mr Mullen! Mr Mullen!
- Mullen! - Mr Mullen! - Mr Mullen!
Mr Mullen-- ltīs not Mullen.
Letīs go. Thatīs him.
- Hey, John, keep shooting. - Man, this is fucking great.
Hey!
Come on!
Endeavor Airline CEO Tom Mullen and his family...
are no strangers to the public eye.
As head of the countryīs fourth largest airline...
Tom Mullen, whose personal stake in the company was reported earlier this year--
But nothing in his triumphant, high-profile life...
could prepare Mullen for the drama presently unfolding around him--
the taking of his nine-year-old son by unidentified kidnappers.
- Where are you at now? - I donīt know.
Head up to Houston and Broadway.
- But for now, the city and the country anxiously await word-- - You hear me?
Mullen?
- Change of plan. - What?
Turn on your TV. Channel 5. Keep watching.
lt shouldnīt be more than an hour or two.
You understand what Iīm telling you?
Mullen, what the fuck--
ltīs mine. Hello?
David, I need you to contact Don Campbell at WNYW.
- All right. - Good.
- Bob, can I talk to you, please? - Sure.
David.
- All right, here we go. - Okay, theyīre ready.
Pull out of it. All right, everyone. Look alive.
Mr Mullen, weīre gonna get you set up right over here. Weīll get you wired up with a mike.
I will signal to you from next to the camera.
Ready to go? On five, four...
three, two--
Good afternoon. We are interrupting this programme to bring you an exclusive report.
As you know, weīve been following the Mullen kidnapping for about a day or so.
We will get back to our regular programme, but right now weīre going to show you something...
that you will only see right here--
Tom Mullen, Sean Mullenīs father.
Mr Mullen?
Tom, youīre on.
The whole world now knows...
my son, Sean Mullen, was kidnapped...
for ransom three days ago.
This is a recent photograph of him.
Sean, if youīre watching, we love you.
And this--
Well, this is what waits for the man that took him.
This is your ransom.
Wait. Shh, shh. l want to see this.
Two million dollars in unmarked bills, just like you wanted.
- Oh-ho! - But this is as close as youīll ever get to it.
Youīll never see one dollar of this money...
because no ransom will ever be paid for my son.
Not one dime. Not one penny.
Instead, Iīm offering this money as a reward on your head.
Dead or alive. lt doesnīt matter.
So congratulations. Youīve just become a $2 million lottery ticket.
Except the odds are much, much better.
Do you know anyone that wouldnīt turn you in for $2 million?
I donīt think you do. l doubt it.
So wherever you go and whatever you do, this money will be tracking you down for all time.
And to ensure that it does, to keep interest alive...
Iīm running a full-page ad in every major newspaper every Sunday...
for as long as it takes.
But-- and this is your last chance--
if you return my son alive, uninjured...
līll withdraw the bounty.
With any luck, you can simply disappear.
Understand-- you will never see this money. Not one dollar.
So you still have a chance to do the right thing.
lf you donīt, well, then God be with you because nobody else on this Earth will be.
Well, heīs got nerve.
Thatīs it.
Well, there you have it, Rosanna. A shocking turn of events.
The ransom has turned into a $2-million bounty.
Tony, itīs obviously a very dangerous situation.
Anything could happen. Of course, we wish him the best of luck.
Did you notice he, uh, described the kidnapper as a $2 million lottery ticket?
- The stakes are high on this one. - Yeah, as you mentioned also--
- Could you turn it off? Could you turn it off? - Mr Mullen also appealed to his son.
He said, "Sean, if youīre out there listening, I love you."
- lt was very heartbreaking. - Also, our producer is telling me, uh--
- Yeah. - Mullen, youīre a fool!
Stupid ass!
Iīm proud of you!
A pair of armed bandits held īem up last night.
Police say a pair of gun-toting crooks went into the Korean church at Murray Street...
in Flushing last night and announced a robbery.
- They took wallets, handbags-- - Hey, whereīd they take the kid?
You know. The place we said.
I had to do this.
You had to do this?
Kate, please.
Iīm so scared, but I know if l give him the money, heīll kill Sean.
- I would if I was him. - What did you just say?
Just look at it from his point of view.
You think youīre smart. Youīve got everybody off balance.
- You think youīve got it all figured out. - You tryinī to screw me?
And then suddenly, out of left field, the one thing you thought would never happen does.
- We gotta end this. - What are you doinī?
No ransom, no money, no profit. Nothing. Nothing but downside.
Because youīve got this boyīs father-- heīs coming on like a stark, raving mad lunatic.
- You turned her around, didnīt you? - I mean, the guy can piss $2 million...
- but heīs willing to risk everything just to fuck you up. - Donīt!
How can you negotiate with a lunatic like that, huh? You canīt.
- Now youīre off balance. - Get down. Lay down!
You wanna stay down there forever, maggot? Did I get my money?
Pretty soon you realize if you donīt return this kid in mint condition as soon as possible...
youīre gonna be the most hunted man on the face of the Earth.
And this maniac will never, ever quit until heīs got you.
Nobody pulls out on me.
You know me.
This is my show. l say when itīs over.
- Take it back. - No. - Tell him that you were wrong.
- Kate, no, I canīt. No, Kate, there is no other way. None. - Take it back.
- Heīs my son too, and I want you to pay him. - Kate. They will kill him.
Please, all we have is each other.
Do you think any of them-- Do you think they give-- ltīs just us.
Do you think I donīt want him back? ls that it?
You think I wouldnīt do absolutely everything in my power to get him back?
līd cut my arm off. līd-- I want him back so bad.
Katie, please. I donīt think l can take this if youīre not with me.
Donīt quit on me.
Tom. Now--
I think what you did was wrong.
You put your son at greater risk.
Now, I need you to withdraw that reward.
Just pay this bastard.
Now, I believe that you will get your son back.
And when we do, we will nail this son of a bitch.
Now, God forbid you donīt...
your son--
I swear to you l will work on nothing else.
lf I have to, I will take a leave of absence from the FBl...
and you can hire me as your personal security consultant.
And I will work on this as long as I am physically able.
- Lonnie, please. l-- - Tom.
I never told anybody, any of my people...
about you and Jackie Brown, the real truth of it, and maybe I never will.
You think Iīm worried about going to jail?
Mayor Barresi today voiced his disapproval of Tom Mullenīs decision.
- Donna Hanover joins us later in the broadcast. - You, uh, care for an update?
Oh, yeah.
Well, in the last two hours since your husbandīs TV thing, weīve had 4,000 calls.
- And you know how many real, good, solid leads? - How many?
Zero. And every time one of these...
greedy little whack jobs calls...
that is one less agent looking for your child.
Now, I gotta tell you, Kate.
I have never been confronted with such an unbelievable act of sabotage...
by a parent toward the recovery of their child...
as what your husband pulled off here today.
lt is all on you now to talk to your husband, get him to withdraw this money.
- Otherwise we are in deep trouble. - Withdraw the mo-- What if heīs right?
What if they have no intention of returning Sean at all?
- I trust him. - You trust him?
Yeah. I believe in him.
I stick with Tom...
and we always manage to land on high ground.
High ground? Huh.
Like with the Jackie Brown situation?
Yeah.
What exactly did your husband tell you...
about Jackie Brown?
- David? - Yeah.
- Can I talk to you for a minute? - Yeah, sure.
Look, Hawkins said that if I can come up with the $2 million, that heīd work it so that I can make the drop.
- Come on, Kate-- - Now, all I can raise is about a half a million.
I know you have access to a discretionary fund.
Kate. Jesus, please. Listen, you should talk to Tom about this.
- This isnīt about Tom. - Really. - This is Sean.
Iīm doinī okay. Iīm holdinī up all right.
Uh, Kate, l-l canīt do it. All right?
l--
He told you not to give me any money, didnīt he?
Kate, heīs my boss. Okay?
Okay, eat this.
Thank you.
Again, I say if it were my kid, I would pay.
I like the idea, "Yeah, you want the money, come and get it."
And when he comes and gets it, I hope somebody cuts their heads off, you know?
līd get my boys from the Bronx, and weīd just totally--
- Take care of him. - Weīd mess him up big time.
I think heīs risking his sonīs life.
I think heīs a fool. His childīs life is in danger.
Pay the money. Get on with your life.
līd beg, borrow and steal, if I had to. He should pay.
What?
- A man calls me at my home today. - Mm-hmm.
He ask me to look in my mailbox.
He told me to give you this, and nobody else.
He said if the police know anything about this...
if Mr Mullen knows about this...
theyīll kill Sean.
Okay.
Who is it?
Oh, God!
ltīs very simple.
Iīm growing very, very tired of this bullshit.
- Then could you-- - Now itīs up to you.
Get him to take back the reward and pay me my money...
or youīre gonna find pieces of your little boy all over New York.
Iīm not gonna waste a bullet.
Iīm just gonna sharpen my knife.
Oh, God! Please!
And he never raised his voice at all, Kate?
No, he-- No, he was whispering.
l-- He was whispering.
Okay. Come on. Weīll take it to the lab.
You paid off to save your airline.
Why wonīt you pay off to save your son?
Iīm not a marriage counsellor. Iīm here to get your boy back.
Iīm sorry.
I hope...
that you can forgive me for that.
And for what I have to do now.
Get the shirt to Forensics.
- Make sure they check for more than one blood type. - Sure, Lonnie.
Where are you goinī, Tom? Where are you goinī? What you--
Iīm not-- All right.
Just think before you act.
- There he is. - Mr Mullen! - Mr Mullen!
- līd like to make a statement. - Quiet.
And that is that Iīm undeterred in my course of action.
And Iīm raising the reward.
Uh, Iīm raising it by $2 million.
- Mr Mullen, why are you doing this? - I want my son back.
Thank you. Thank you.
The FBlīs efforts in this area--
This just in: Tom Mullen has reportedly raised the reward money for his sonīs life...
by $2 million.
Hey.
Where are you goinī?
Youīve ruined my life.
Who the hell you think Iīm doing this for?
A stunning development tonight as Tom Mullen doubles the reward money...
to $4 million for the capture of--
- What? - Wanna talk to your son?
- Yes, of course I do. - Mmm, Daddy? Dad?
Sean.
- Sean. Sean. Son. - Sean? I wanna listen.
- Thatīs enough. - No, put him back on. l wanna-- I wanna talk to him.
You just did.
Now, you listen...
real, real good.
You got one more chance to pay up or youīre never gonna talk to him again.
No more fuckinī around.
This is it right now.
Whatīs it gonna be?
No. Bullshit. Youīre not gonna touch him. You canīt be that stupid.
Do you have any idea the rain of shit I can put on you?
Look at your wife. Look at her face, motherfucker. Do you know what I can do to your boy?
ls it dark where youīre calling from? You got the shades drawn?
Kind of like a cellar, right? Like a cave? Well, you better get used to that.
You better get used to crawling in the dark for the rest of your days...
because I am going to get the best group of manhunters in this country...
and I am gonna dedicate my life to tracking you down!
- You understand? - Hey, hey, get your head out of your ass!
You think you can threaten me, huh? Who do you think youīre dealing with? Give me the money!
Fuck you and your $2 million! Donīt you understand English, you useless piece of shit? No money! None!
Let me tell you something. You think youīre suffering right now? Huh?
You got no idea what suffering is. lf I donīt get the cash in one hour, this kid is dead!
I donīt get my son back, and I mean real soon, you better kill yourself...
because when I catch up with you Iīm gonna take my goddam time!
By the time weīre finished, youīre gonna wish you werenīt born!
līll have your head on a fuckinī pike! You understand me?
Fuck you! līll fuckinī kill him right now!
- I wanna talk! - You kill him, you kill yourself, you motherfucker!
- Give me back my son! - Hello!
- You want him? - Yes! - You want him?
Daddy!
Oh! Jesus! Jesus!
Oh, Jesus! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh, God!
līll fuckinī kill you, Mullen!
You son of a bitch! You killed him, you son of a bitch! Goddam it!
- Whoa, whoa. - Oh, God. Oh, God. - Come on. Easy. Come on. - Kate!
- Both of you listen to me! - You killed him! Not them! You!
No, Kate! Kate. Okay, itīs all right.
- Take her in the other room. - Oh, God! Oh, God!
- Oh, God. I wanted to talk to him. - I know.
- I wanted to talk to him. - Youīll talk to him, honey. You will. You will.
- What do we do about this kid? - Ainīt my problem any more.
Canīt lD anybody, right? Fuck īim.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
Oh, please, help me. Please.
Okay, Katie, all right. ltīs okay. ltīs okay.
Oh, God. Oh, no.
- Ohh! Ohh! - Oh, Tom.
South 44 to Base.
- Oh, God. Oh, God. - South 44, go.
2627 18th Street. 10-13. Officer needs assistance.
I have several armed men in a house. Possible kidnap situation.
Repeat, possible kidnap situation.
10-13. Officer in civilian clothes.
- Police! - Shit.
- Get the fuck out of the van! - Go, man. Come on.
Drop the gun!
Move! Move! Go!
Clear!
- Police! Freeze! - Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Iīm a cop!
- Clear! - Hold your fire. Iīm a cop.
Heīs all right.
Iīm a cop.
Kate. Tom.
FBl. Cominī through. Cominī through.
Stay with me. Stay with me. Cominī through, fellas. Cominī through.
Wh-- Where is-- Where is--
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Wh-Where is-- L-Lonnie? Whereīs Sean?
In the house. In the house. Right over here.
Donīt stop here, guys. Keep movinī all the way through.
-Clear the doorway here, okay? -The boyīs in there. -All right, here comes the boyīs father.
Sean? Sean? Iīm-- Iīm the father.
Sean?
- Who is it? - Sean. ltīs me. ltīs Daddy.
Daddy?
ls he-- ls he all right? C-Can I pick him up?
- Can I hold him? - Oh, heīs gonna be all right. - Oh, Sean.
Heīs just got a nasty cut on his hand, and heīs, uh, a little dehydrated.
- Sean, itīs Mommy. - Youīre okay, buddy. Youīre okay. We got ya.
- We got ya now. - Hi, Mom.
- Hi, sweetheart. - Youīre okay.
- Take me home, okay? - Oh, sure. Sure.
- Take me home. - Okay, honey.
- I love you, Sean. - Me too.
Mamaīs here, Sean.
Youīre okay.
-ls-ls-ls-ls he seriously injured? -Hereīs your man. Heīs right over there.
Heīs gonna be okay. Step to the side, please.
- All the way to the right. - Lieutenant, we-- - All the way back. Get back. - Back off.
- Mr Shaker? - Step back, please. Step back. Step back.
Did you get a chance to talk to him?
- I said step back. - Thank you. - Call it justice. ltīs a department courtesy.
- All right, now, if you please. - Move. Move.
- Guys, help us out, will ya? - Thank you.
Ho, ho, ho, ho!
Tom. Tom? Just come this way.
What-- What-- Mr Mullen!
You know her?
Yeah.
I do.
Jesus Christ. I mean, she w-worked for me.
Catering.
Please, sir! Here!
- Mr Mullen! Tom! Tom! - Mr Mullen, this way! - Mr Mullen, this way!
Wait! This way! Right here! Right here! Look over here, please!
- You okay? - Not now. Come on, back off.
Not now. Leave īem alone.
- Give us a break now! - Sean, here!
-Sean! Mr Mullen! -Mr Mullen, this way! Mr Mullen, please!
Aaah! Turn the lights on! Turn the lights on!
- Hey. - ltīs all right.
- Iīm afraid of the dark. l donīt like the dark. - Youīre all right.
- Leave the light on. - Yeah, weīll leave īem on. Weīll leave īem on all the time.
Okay?
Next thing I know, one guy starts blastinī away at me.
The-- The other guy, he goes to run me over.
So, you know, l just did what I had to do.
What about the woman?
Jimmy?
Uh, you know, I just, uh, got spun around by the bullet.
I didnīt know it was a woman ītil after.
Heīs a, an honest cop. He does a hell of a job.
- Heīs kind of a to-himself type of a guy. - No, just one.
- But I tell you what, when the chips are down... - Cancel the other one.
this is the one līd want with me.
- How do I feel? - No. - līll tell ya, this is the second time...
- Jimmy Shakerīs been shot. - Just one-way.
He got clipped once before in 1992, and this guy keeps coming back.
Yeah. Uh, Mr Kinney. Yeah. Thanks.
Continuing our coverage of the Mullen kidnapping case...
questions still surround Maris Conner.
With no prior criminal record, authorities are interrogating family and friends...
seeking any associations that would connect her to the other slain suspects.
Sources reveal today that the investigation continues...
and the search for other suspects is by no means over.
Many investigators believe that, indeed, the mastermind of the Mullen kidnapping...
may still be at large.
- Whoa! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- We can make it. - Oh, sh-- - Ohh!
- You cold, honey? - Yeah. My hands.
- Do you wanna go home? - I didnīt bring my gloves. - No. No. No.
You sure? Hey, youīre squinting a little. ls the sun still bothering you?
- Put these on. - Yeah.
- līll go get your gloves. - Okay.
Youīd better practise. līll be back.
Look at me. You look good in those, honey.
- Look at my glasses. Can you see? - Mm-hmm.
Look like your daddy in those.
Well, David, itīs a little hard to focus right now. Can it wait?
No? Well, the hell with it, then. Let him have it. Let it go.
Yeah. Listen, I got Sean waitinī for me in the park, so maybe we--
- Hey. - Hey. - Hey.
Uh, līll call you back, David. Call you back.
- Mr Mullen. - Uh-- - The doorman just called up.
- Mr Shaker wants to see you. - Yeah, yeah, Iīm sorry to show up like this.
Oh, hell, no. Come in. l-l wanna talk to you.
- Thanks. - Come in. Come in. Howīs the shoulder?
Ahh, you know. līll live.
Yeah. Well, Iīm surprised to see you up and about so quick.
- Uh, uh, Fatima, this is, uh, Jimmy Shaker. - Hi.
Iīm very proud to meet you.
- Very proud. - Thanks.
Howīs the, uh, kid doinī?
Oh, heīs fine, you know, all things considered.
- ltīll take a while. - Yeah.
Um, uh, forgive me.
l, uh, I thought we were gonna meet on Monday. M-Maybe I screwed up. I donīt-- l--
Uh, yeah, uh, youīre right. Monday. We-- Thatīs what we said, uh--
See the special officer holding 4-5-9--
Look, I donīt want you to get the wrong impression of me here...
but I was hopinī we could do this today.
- You know, the reward and all? - Oh. Of course. Oh, Jesus. - īCause I gotta tell ya...
itīs, uh, kinda crazy around me, you know, with the, the press and everything.
Oh, I understand. Yeah. Look, theyīre maniacs.
- Yeah. - Nothinī easier. Follow me.
Iīm not used to this, you know. l-- I just gotta get outta here.
Kind of a private person, you know.
To tell you the truth, l never killed anybody before.
Havinī a hard time with it.
Yeah, well, Iīm sorry.
Uh, Iīm glad you did what you did.
But Iīm sorry.
- Sit down, please. - Thanks.
Uh, so, is it, uh-- is it Jimmy? James?
James.
Jamesīll do.
- Can I ask you a personal question? - Sure.
Why didnīt you pay the ransom?
Well, because I was dealing with human garbage.
No contract would have been honoured, not by them.
You know, the funny thing is, l would have paid ten times as much...
if I had any sense that theyīd stick to the deal, but no.
- Really. - Oh, yeah. Really.
The thing that really kills me about that is the woman.
Sheīd been in this house five, six times over the last year. Nice. Pleasant. You know.
You just canīt, uh--
l-l donīt know how people can walk around with that--
That cold-blooded, two-faced--
That bitch.
Well, uh, you know, in fairness to the dead...
weīre all a little two-faced in this day and age.
ltīs a survival mechanism. You kn-- You know what Iīm saying?
I mean, you know, as a cop...
you should hear some of the stuff thatīs been thrown my way over the years.
Tom, just forget about the gloves, honey. He wanted to come home.
- Kate, uh-- - Hi, Tom. - Mr Shakerīs here.
Mr Shaker.
Ohh, um--
God bless you. Uh, thank you.
- Youīre welcome. - Listen, you-- you gotta meet Sean.
līll go get him.
No, uh, heīs, you know, had enough. Letīs give him a breather. Yeah?
Yeah, yeah. Heīs-Heīs had enough.
Okay. Uh, can I get you anything?
No, Iīm fine.
Oh, well, again, l-- l canīt even begin to--
I understand. Donīt mention it.
Okay.
Fatima, would you please help me with some things downstairs?
līll be right there.
Well, this is, uh, one hell of a deposit youīve got here.
Shouldnīt be a problem.
Well, youīll probably wanna be on your way.
Uh, unless thereīs anything else l can do for you.
Good. Right.
Well, I know how these vultures out there can drive ya nuts, so--
You know, thereīs a back door out if you, you know, wanna be a little more s--
This check is bullshit, Tom.
Whatīd you think, Iīm just gonna waltz outta here, you lying motherfucker? Huh?
Let you make a phone call, have half the cops in New York waitinī for me while I cash this thing?
- You canīt lie to me. - Look--
Shut your mouth.
Fuck!
You know who I am. Now you sit down.
Everybody was gonna make out fine.
But you had to go and put it together...
and now we got a little problem here, donīt we?
Tell me that part again about why you didnīt pay the ransom.
- I think we can do something here-- - Say it!
You were dealing with what?
- You had my son. - You have no idea what human garbage is, motherfucker.
Do you know what the fuck youīre talking about? No, I donīt think you do.
īCause look where you fuckinī live, man. Look at the airline man here.
This fucker wonīt pay one cent to save his only kid.
- lt wasnīt gonna get him back, was it? - Hey, did you read the papers? Huh?
Did you see the TV?
I took a bullet. l risked my life to save your kid.
I took a bullet, and now youīre gonna try to fuck me out of my money. Huh?
- Whatīs over here? - Where are you going? - Whereīs Mommy and Junior?
- Now līll pay. Now. - Oh, yeah.
Youīre gonna pay, all right. Right now.
Do you have an account I can wire the money to? I mean, you got to have been all set up for this, right?
I mean, youīre not dumb. You and me, we go right now to my bank...
and we wire the money from my account to yours.
Just the push of a button. Just like that.
Weīll just go down to the bank and get it done.
Pick up the phone. Wire it from here.
Uh, no, weīll go to the bank and do it.
And youīll get the money and all I want in return is you out of this house now.
Hey. You do not call the shots.
Well, then, you just go ahead and kill me right here and now, you son of a bitch.
You fuck! Fuck you! Iīm not pickinī up that phone.
You got that? Iīm not pickinī it up.
Look, uh, you can kill me. Go ahead. Kill me. Just kill us.
Let us live. Doesnīt matter. Any way you cut it, youīre on the run.
Now, you can come with me to the bank and be on the run with $4 million...
or you can just start shootinī and be on the run with whatever you got in your wallet.
ltīs up to you.
Come on, Jimmy. Letīs go to the bank. Oh, Jesus Christ.
I got what I want. Bottom line: I got my son back.
And you d-- you delivered him.
I got my own plane. I can fly you out of here myself anywhere you wanna go.
You can still win this thing. Think. You can still win.
We do what you say. We go to the bank.
lf anything goes wrong, youīre gonna turn around and līll be gone.
Okay? And if that happens...
from this day on...
any time your kid leaves this house to go to school...
go play, see a friend...
to buy a fuckinī comic book, youīre gonna have to ask yourself:
ls today...
Jimmy Shaker day?
I got to him once.
līll get him again.
And when I do...
Iīm not gonna want money any more.
Do we understand each other?
Sure.
Thatīs from Maris.
Call the airport.
Where are we goinī?
Mexico. Guadalajara.
David, this is Tom. Uh, fuel up the jet. Iīm going to Guadalajara.
Yeah, well, something came up. Iīm on my way to the bank now.
- ls the kidnapper with you? - Absolutely.
līll explain everything later. Give Katie a call. Bye.
Antone, get me the Mullen house.
Sean, whatīs the matter, honey?
Come here.
Taxi! Taxi!
Stay on my right.
What are you guys doinī? You canīt park there.
Oh, weīre just goinī to the bank. Five minutes.
- Shaker? - Yeah.
- How you doinī, Jimmy? - How are ya?
- Nice to meet you. - Yeah? You too.
- How you doinī, Mr Mullen? Good to meet you. - Hey.
Just wanna shake your hand, boss. You made us proud.
- Well, you know, just doinī the job. - Yeah.
What do you think of this guy, Mr Mullen?
- Well, what can I say? Heīs the man. - Yeah!
- Okay, guys, uh, take it easy. - Later, Jimbo. - Okay.
- You guys take it easy now. - All right. - You guys not gonna be long, right?
- No, just five minutes. - No, no, no. - No problem.
Mr Mullen, what a pleasant surprise.
Welcome.
- Uh, have I still got any money in this bank? I have to do some business with Mr Shaker here. - Yes.
- This is Michael. - Mr Shaker, of course. Right this way.
Terrific. Okay, thatīs enough. Letīs get this man his money.
- Thanks very much. - No, not a problem.
All units in the 22, looking for Detective James Shaker...
white male, 41 years, wearing black jacket, white shirt.
Shaker is thought to be in the vicinity of Madison and 90th Street.
Subject is an armed New York City detective.
Just push enter and itīs yours.
Four million.
Congratulations.
Yeah, thanks. Okay.
Hey, Shaker.
Whatīs goinī on? l just got a call over the radio.
Oh, hey, hey, itīs my birthday. You know, the guys are tryinī to pull something.
- l-l got it covered. - Can we talk to you for a second, man?
No, we have to detain you.
Shaker! Freeze!
Hey, heīs over here!
- Put it down! Put it down! Put the gun down! - Put the gun down!
- Hold your fire! Tom, itīs me, Lonnie.
- F.B.l.! - F.B.l.! - Hold your fire! - ltīs over, Shaker. Over!
- Drop it! - Put the gun down, Tom. Put the gun down.
- No! - Step away! Tom!
- Drop it now! Drop it now! - Put the gun down, Tom, and walk away.
Mullen, put the goddam gun down!
Put the gun down.
- Down, Mullen! Now! - Come on. Come on.
Put the gun down.
- Drop the gun! - Come on. Walk toward me.
- Tom, donīt do nothinī stupid. - Put down the gun now!
- Put the gun down, Tom! - Drop it!
On the ground, Shaker! On the ground!
- Tom, put the gun down now! - Down!
Stay right there! Now, donīt move!
Put the gun down.
Thatīs right. Now, back off, Tom. Just walk away.
- Go ahead, Officer. - Two-one, Sergeant. Code eight. A want at 1268 Madison, forthwith.
We have shots fired, and a member of the service is down.
10-4. The bus is ordered.
Get up against the wall! Move! Spread īem!
Tom Mullen is with us! Back away!
No! No!