Previously on Due South...
It is my belief...
ah, that this train has been taken over by terrorists...
10 million dollars...
to be delivered by Detective first grade Raymond Vecchio...
of the Chicago police department...
'Cause this train is now a trigger mechanism...
for imminent nuclear meltdown.
...this train is a runaway.
This train is a runaway.
I can't find Brex.
...it turns out I'm kinda greedy...
so you wont be coming along.
Just you and me now.. Inspector Thatcher.
They got the dragon lady.
Hit the brakes.
...our chariot awaits.
Cook County Department of Corrections
No!
Oh, no, no.
On, you huskies!
Oh, no, no, no. Help me.
Help me!
Help me, come on!
You got a visitor.
Well, then, there, now.
I'm handling my own defense.
So. It's that no account lawyer.
You can feed him to the pigs...
while his bones are still soft.
It's your brother.
Ahh...
Different story, Morning Glory.
You need a haircut, Randall.
Well, at least I still got most of mine, bro.
Don't start.
But my hair-do is the least of my problems.
Don't let hygiene take a back seat.
- I'm incarcerated here, Francis. - It's important, Randall.
I could be facing lethal injections,
isn't that right?!
- Oh, I don't think so. - You don't think so. Ha.
I've got a hanging judge out there.
You don't think he's filling up that big needle right now,
- ...getting ready to send me off to my final reward? - No.
No, I don't.
Why is that, Francis?
Because the family would never permit it.
The family?
As you know the family is dedicated to your cause.
Even now, we're preparing a care package...
for the day of your trial.
Planning for the possibility that there might be...
some waiting involved.
What about the cousins?
- Are they still behind me? - As they always have been.
You recall the games...
we used to play in Uncle Jimmy's mortuary?
Those weren't games, Francis.
- You pickled my dogs. - Lets the dogs go, Randall.
- They were dead. - Let them go, I say.
Think instead of Dracula.
- Dracula? - Exactly.
You mean...?
You mean the time the ...
the time the cousins hid themselves in the coffin?
- And.. and Vernon suffered his first asthma attack. - Ha-ha-ha.
How is his asthma by the way?
Well, he still suffers,
but he's discovered the attacks are bearable if...
he has a knife in his hand.
What about Gabe? Are he and Vernon still close?
Like peas in a pod.
'Course Gabe still has his problems.
It seems that on occasion he finds himself...
incapable of resisting the urge to get loaded...
and lately he's developed the taste for things... [- Aha...]
somewhat more explosive.
Uh-huh. Well, uh...
This news about the family is, uh,
is very encouraging, Francis. Very encouraging.
Encouragement is.. what I need right now.
I mean cause I have been having a devil of the time in here.
Right, fellas?
It's interesting that you should mention the devil.
Our father was at the pulpit last Sunday.
God decided to show him a vision.
He showed him the face of Satan.
And what does Satan look like?
Well, the curious thing is,
from a theological standpoint,
Satan has... two faces.
Well.
We all have to reconcile our past, don't we?
Prison has made you something of a philosopher, Randall.
A man cannot be free, Francis,
until he erases his mistakes.
Due South S02E17 "Red, white or blue"
Constable Fraser.
You're on a train.. loaded with explosives,
full of Royal Canadian Mounted Policemen,
and you're headed toward a nuclear disaster.
And you avert that disaster.
Now how does that make you feel?
- Feel? - Feel.
Fine.
Cut.
Constable.
I'd like you to imagine.. a spotlight.
A big spotlight.
72 thousand watts of spotlight.
And it is focused on you.
You are the center of a media frenzy...
which we are trying to capitalize on.
Take a look at these people.
Constable Fraser!
You're already on their television sets.
And on the covers of their magazines...
but they want more.
They want your inner soul.
So let's think Roseanne.
Show them your scars.
With respect, ma'am, ahem...
I thought it was our unstated protocol...
to avoid the appearance of currying favor with the media.
We sold out to Disney, Fraser.
That's about as curried as it gets.
Now, you're gonna have to trust me on this.
I am an RCMP Media Relations Expert...
and I'd like us to focus on the details.
Now I want you to tell us...
how you got from the horse car...
to the engine room.
Ah. Well. Um, ahem...
I followed Inspector Thatcher up the ladder,
we then ran along the top of the train.
Inspector Thatcher stopped, turned,
we engaged in a conversation...
- ...that lead to us discovering ourselves ... - Uh, Constable!
That was terrific, Constable,
marked improvement,
but could I have a quick word with you.
Ah, excuse me.
Fraser, our... um...
what would be the word for it?
Contact?
Contact. Yes. That's a good word.
Our... contact.. in my opinion,
is not something that is...
needing to be publicly aired.
Since it had no bearing on the outcome of the event,
I agree.
Ah, furthermore, sir, I followed your instructions...
and I've tried to... uh... erase the ...
contact..... from my memory.
- You have. - Yes.
And have you succeeded?
No.
- Ah. - Ah.
We were just ...
Sorry to interrupt. But...
I have a coffee and I also have the Java. And,
Holy Mollie, I forgot the sweetener.
If you could give me a couple of ticks,
I'll be right back.
- Constable, if I could ask you just one question. - I'm sorry. I forgot the sweetener.
- Constable... - I have no comment. No comment at all.
- Excuse me, please. Excuse me. - Who are you with?
Who am I with? I'm with me, Ray Vecchio,
the guy who saved Illinois. Who are you with?
Are you the detective who was on the train?
I just wasn't on the train, baby, I stopped the train.
Can I, please, have just a few words?
- Sure. - Thank you.
- You're rolling? - Rolling.
I'm standing now with somebody...
who was actually on the train.
Detective Vecchio, answer me just one question.
Go ahead.
What's the Mountie like?
- Detective Vecchio?! - Detective Vecchio?!
- You're not talking? - No.
Right, you're really not talking?
That's right, Fraser. I'm really not talking.
Just so I can be really clear in my own mind, Ray,
other than telling me you're not talking,
you're in fact, not talking?
That's about the size of it.
I see.
Is there something I should know?
You should.
Well, this thing that I should know do you think...
you could perhaps provide me with a hint what it might be?
Fathers of Confederation Face Trial This Week. Terrorist Randall K. Bolt faces lethal injection.
Oh. I see. Well, um.
I suppose I should probably just um ...
Get out of my car.
Understood.
Ah, thanks, Ray.
Dief: Whines.
What do you want?
Nothing.
Every time I open this box, I'm full of hope...
and all I get is a choice between...
dill pickles and Asiago cheese.
[Both] It's like having your knees cut out from under you.
He's feeling slighted and not without justification.
After all, if you go to extreme lengths...
- and your efforts are ignored ... - ...it only makes a guy feel like...
...awww.
What do I feel like?
Am I angry?
Am I depressed?
Am I just jealous?
[Both] I'm talking to myself.
It's ridiculous.
[Both] Nevertheless, we really have to try...
to talk this out.
We put that guy behind bars.
He's ready to go to trial.
Now I walk into that room today,
this little bouncy reporter comes up to me...
and I'm thinking 'Alright, Ray, here's your chance.
Here's a little reward for putting yourself...
in harm's way one more time.
And what's the first question she asks me?
So what's the Mountie like?
So what's the Mountie like.
He's Superman, all right,
what do you expect me to say, he's a moron?
He dresses up in that damn red suit...
every single day of his life like a sign post.
Come on, Ray, that's not fair.
I don't wear it all the time.
The truth is there are times I wish I didn't have to wear it.
I mean, the thing itches.
It itches 365 days of the year.
Unless, of course, it's a leap year...
in which case it itches for 366 days.
The point is I don't wear it intentionally.
It's part of my obligation.
We are not talking about clothes here, Fraser, okay?
We are talking about you;
The most irritating man in the world!
Ray, I know I irritate you,
but you have to believe me,
I am not trying to irritate you.
It's not part of some sort of master plan.
You know, the fact of the matter is,
I often...
try to imagine how you would handle a given situation.
Just the other day, for instance,
I saw this woman who was in a wheel chair...
and she was having difficulty with a set of doors.
As I was just about to help her...
when all of a sudden I have your voice in my head,
"Hey, Fraser, what the hell is wrong with you.
You gotta help every crippled old...
in the greater Chicago area?
You mean, what the hell do you think...
they have those handicap buttons for."
So they can feel good about themselves.
So they can do something on their own...
without some do gooder's help.
But, no, what do you do? You help her through anyway.
You wheel her out and help her into a cab.
Which promptly ran over my foot.
But the point of the anecdote is this...
that.. while I was helping her,
I knew that you would be irritated with me,
and I'm sorry, but I seem ...
I seem to be powerless to prevent that.
I don't know.
I don't know if it is some sort of flaw in my upbringing,
or some genetic abnormality,
or perhaps it's some aberrant property...
in the Tuktoyaktuk water system.
Don't put this on the water, Fraser,
this is a conscious thing that you do, okay.
You cover everything up. You squash it down.
It's like that time with Frobisher,
when that guy, Counter, he stabbed you in the shoulder.
- Geiger. - What?
- The man's name was Geiger. - His name is Geiger Counter?
No, just Geiger. No Counter.
And he stabbed me in the leg.
Leg. Shoulder. What difference does it make?
Well, Ray, when you're the one being stabbed...
the difference is remarkable.
The point is, Fraser, he stabbed you.
And were you angry?
- I was in pain. - We are talking about anger here, Fraser,
a human emotion. Are you human?
Because if you are, human beings feel things. Okay?
They feel anger. They feel love. They feel lust and fear.
And sometimes, I know you don't want to hear this,
sometimes they even cry.
Ray!
Fraser?
Arghhh!
Ouch!
That's a fine animal you have.
Fifty percent wolf if I'm not mistaken.
What have you done to him?
He's alright. He'll wake up soon.
Please, answer the question.
Perhaps you're missing a full appreciation...
of your situation.
You're tied up.
This is a gun.
Ergo, you are my prisoner.
So if I ask a question...
I expect an answer without hesitation.
Now, where did you get the animal?
It's rather a long story.
- I have time. - I've forgotten most of it.
Well, that's unfortunate.
It's an interesting story...
and bears repeating.
Mid May. 212 miles north west...
of White Horse in the Yukon Territories.
Is, wait, is that territories or territory.
- Territory. - Thank you.
I crave accuracy.
So, you'd been dispatched...
to track down big game poachers that...
were coming across the border from Alaska.
Despite your training,
you could not have foreseen that the poachers...
would convert a mine shaft.. into... a bear trap.
You had no idea how long you'd laid there.
When you came to,
you discovered you were not alone.
And your first thought was to save the animal.
That's admirable,
but not without certain drawbacks.
When you came to,
you were alone without any visible means of escape.
So you sat down to collect your thoughts,
but how could you have thought that...
the animal would be so grateful as to come back...
and try and repay the favor?
You were knocked out for a third time,
but despite the gaffe a bond was formed...
and you've been together ever since.
You're wondering, of course,
how I know the details of this story.
Suffice to say, I know many things,
and it's no accident...
that you were on board that train.
Can you guess who I am now?
Yes. I think I can. Your name would be Francis Bolt.
You were born in Oregon in 1949.
- 1950. - Nineteen fifty.
You are a theoretical mathematician...
by training and a recluse by choice.
You have a younger brother named Randall.
Who you arrested.
- That was a mistake. - He broke the law.
- I would arrest him again in a heart beat. - You would?
Well, let's see what your friend has to say about that.
Shall we?
Detective Vecchio.
I'd like it if you could talk your friend over there...
into apologizing.
Well, you're out of luck, pal, cause I'm not talking to him.
My brother's problem is the same problem that...
plagues all geniuses.
- Can't get a date? - You are a wise acre, Detective,
whereas I am a mathematician.
I look for symmetry, for order within chaos.
Let us take the Charter Train...
quoted 56023 for example.
You are here to account for your part in thwarting...
my plan.
Hit the brakes.
A plan.. rigorous in its detail.
And...
as a wise man once said,
"God is in the details."
So.
It is to God... that you both now will answer.
Oh, by the way,
have either of you ever worn a Mexican poncho?
In the matter of the State of Illinois...
versus Randall K. Bolt,
the accused is herein charged...
with two counts of murder...
in the first degree.
One count of attempted murder.
One count of possession of a controlled...
or illegal substance.
Thank you.
Would you raise your arm, please?
- Where is he? - I don't know.
We are getting down to the wire here, Inspector.
... One count of possession and transportation of explosives...
with intent to commit a felony.
One count of grand theft.
No, Mr. Mustafi, it's not dangerous.
I just want you to knock on Constable Fraser's door.
One count of hijacking.
Thirty-two counts of assault.
And one count of advocacy...
of the overthrow of the government...
of the United States of America...
by force or violence.
Do you understand these charges?
Uh-huh...
Could you, uh, could you like repeat those...
just so they're real clear in my head?
We're in the uh, middle of openings, for God's sakes.
Alright, Lieutenant, I appreciate it.
Let it be duly noted that the defense waves...
its right to an opening statement.
[BOLT Boom!]
The State will call its first witness, please.
Thank you, your honor.
The State calls Constable Benton Fraser.
Your honor.
The fact is ...the phone...
we-we tried... but we couldn't get a hold of ...
Is there a problem, Ms. Sheldrake?
It would appear, your honor,
that Constable Fraser has been delayed.
- Perhaps I could, maybe ... - Perhaps you could what?
We barely got our toes in the pond...
and you've lost your first witness?
This does not inspire confidence on the bench, counselor.
I understand that, your honor,
however, I'd anticipated that this witness' testimony...
would cover the bulk of today's ...
You should invest in a calendar, counselor.
You'd be surprised how much time you've had...
to prepare for this case.
I'm aware of the time I've had to prepare ...
If your witness does not appear...
My witness is here, your honor.
So glad you could join us, Constable Fraser.
This trial was about to go south.
Would you mind taking the stand?
Ah, not at all, your honor,
but I'm not sure it would benefit the court.
Are you pleading the fifth, son?
- Is that what you're doing? - No, your honor,
but I don't think that my taking the stand...
uh, would benefit this trial.
I think what he's trying to say, your honor,
is that now might be a good time for a short recess.
Who the hell are you?
Detective Ray Vecchio, Chicago P.D.
Are you two joined at the hip?
In a manner of speaking, yes.
I think what the detective is suggesting, your honor,
is that perhaps now is a ...
well, perhaps, your honor would feel the urge to say...
I don't know, uh... step out.
Are you telling me I have to go to the bathroom?
Well, that's an idea.
Perhaps, uh, members of the jury would...
feel the need to relieve, relieve themselves!
As a matter of fact, one does now.
Do you two suffer from Tourette's?
- [Together] Uh, not that we're aware of. - Then what's with the ticks?
Now unless you want to get hit with a contempt charge,
you'd better have a good reason why...
you're not sitting in that box right now.
Excuse me!
But uh, he does have a reason, your honor.
- Who the hell are you? - A friend of justice.
What the hell is going on here?
May I remove this poncho?
Different story, Morning Glory.
This courtroom is ours!
Bang, bang, your honor.
- Anything? - No, not a thing.
- What's the count? - We have twenty in the building.
Communications?
Still nothing. The hard lines have been severed.
- Where are the response teams? - They'll be here in five.
Alright, till they get here, we're gonna ...
Ford.
Good morning, Glory.
I need you to bring something to me.
Yes, and that something would be a helicopter,
do you, do you happen to have a Bell Star?
That would be nice, wouldn't it? A Bell Star?
thip, thip, thip, thip, thip, thip, thip, Ha-ha-ha-hah...
I mean,
after all, I've been kind enough to clear out...
most of the building for you...
so the least you can do for me, I think,
is get that chopper on the roof within forty five minutes.
If you're wondering about my destination,
it's none of your beeswax, nosy Parkers.
What's a nosy Parker?
Oh, by the way,
I am sending you a liaison...
in the person of Inspector Thatcher, of the RCMP.
We have another one!
Get the woman up here.
What's the count?
Nineteen inside, that includes Judge Brock,
the twelve jurors, Detective Vecchio, and the Mountie.
Before we proceed,
are there any final instructions from the bench?
And what do you know?
The bench isn't talking... Ha-ha-hah.
Randall!
- Fifteen minutes, Randall. - I'll be there.
Randall, we leave in fifteen minutes.
End of sentence.
Francis!
I am standing here in front of a jury of my peers,
for God's sake.
When you use that tone of voice, I hear Mom,
and when I hear Mom, I feel humiliated.
This is not a point for debate, Randall.
I will not have you ruin this plan...
the way you ruined my plan for the train.
Now you can have all the spotlight your ego demands ...
I realize you're not talking to me but I thought...
I'd take the liberty of posing a question anyway.
Why would you order a helicopter...
to arrive in forty five minutes...
if you intend to depart in fifteen?
...with or without you. End of discussion.
Uh-huh...
Wake up, America!
The enemy is among us!
Two men stand before you, accused of treason.
Their co-conspirator is no less...
than the American so called government.
Which daily denies our rights enshrined in the Constitution.
Fathers of Confederation.. sound the alarm!
The same alarm sounded...
on April 18th, 1775...
by a simple silversmith named Paul Revere.
This live feed is coming to you from the state courthouse...
- ...in the heart of Chicago where the... Randall ... - [Ford's voice] Change it.
...continues where he left off.
- Randall Bolt on trial for acts of terrorism and murder ... - Change it.
Again we have no idea...
- ...at this time what his demands are. - Change it back.
Saddle up.. one ...
- Where the hell is that signal coming from? - I don't know.
Must be court tv.
Well, cut the signal. We'll go to full black out on this one.
What kind of weapons have they got?
Semi automatics, assault rifles, handguns.
How'd they get it through?
They put one of their own on security.
Circuit box is in the building.
Well, cut the cable, blow the dish,
I don't care what you do. Stop the signal.
Come here.
Okay, darling, the bomb. Is it real?
Did you just call me darling?
I have no idea. Is the bomb real?
Can we afford to assume otherwise?
Smart girl.
Okay! Bring in the teams.
Let's go, men.
...until he finally reached Concord...
where he sounded his alarm.
The British are coming!
Objection. If I may.
Your tract contains certain inaccuracies.
And Revere[Paul] was unquestioningly a patriot...
but he did not make that ride alone...
nor did he reach Concord.
Oh, he didn't, did he, smarty pants?
No, he didn't.
Revere, a doctor named Prescott[Samuel],
and a man named Dawes[William]...
set out together from Lexington.
On route, Dawes and Revere were detained by the British.
- So who did get to Concord? - Dr. Prescott.
Who's been largely ignored by history...
in part because of the distortions in Longfellow's poems.
Distortions, I might add,
that you are perpetuating in this courtroom.
Objection.
Fraser, if you want to get us killed...
why don't you just use the bombs!
I'm glad to see you're talking to me again, Ray.
Does the bench sustain?
- Yes, it does. - Furthermore, your assertion...
that he was a simple silversmith...
Randall, fifteen minutes.
Ha!
The jury will now retire to deliberate the verdict.
On, you huskies!
And the judge will be put out into the street...
with the rest of the trash.
The heart monitors I've attached to your chests...
are now active.
If your combined heart rates exceed 200...
it's bye-bye, boys.
Oh, dear.
We have nineteen inside. Twelve of them non-combatants.
Now they are requesting helicopter dust off.
Let's take a look at the big board.
Can you get me a list of all the trials...
that were on the slate today?
Calm?
Good. Alright.
Now, three wires. Red. White. Blue.
Now if I remember correctly,
it was the Continental Congress of 1872... [1777 is correct]
that spelled out the meaning of the colors and the seal.
Red was meant to stand for hardiness and courage.
And White was meant to stand for purity and innocence.
And Blue was meant to stand for vigilance and justice...
all of which no terrorist would object to...
so where does that leave us?
In the middle of a courtroom,
strapped to a bomb, waiting to blow up,
- ...where do you think it leaves us? - Ray, Ray, don't get excited.
Look, we are going to die.
You want me to pretend that I'm happy about it?
Ray, if you're bitten by a rattlesnake,
the safest course of action...
is to lower your metabolic rate.
This is not a rattlesnake. This is plastic explosives.
But the same principle should apply.
You should listen to yourself sometime.
You sound like a robot.
- Ray, just calm down. - Don't tell me to calm down, okay,
I'm looking at judgment day, here, alright.
- Don't tell me to calm down! - Ray, if we just work together...
Can you honestly say that you are calm right now?
- No! No. I'm - I'm - uh... - What?
Well, I'm concerned.
Concerned? That's it? You don't feel anger?
- You're not angry? - No. Not exactly, no.
Will you just admit that you're a human being.
- Just once in your life, can you... admit that... - Please...
- ...please, please ... - ...you're a human being?
Ohmmmmmmmmm!
- What are you doing? - I'm dropping my heart rate.
In the middle of an argument?
- Don't let me stop you. - I'm gonna kill you.
That's very possible.
I've never hated you, Ray.
I've envied you, maybe.
Envied me?
I'm not proud of it but you have a...
kind of freedom I wish I had.
A sort of existential honesty.
Are you saying I'm honest?
In your heart, yes.
Courtroom One, on going manslaughter.
Two, fraud. First day.
- Three is a series of misdemeanors. - Hold it.
- What's the fraud? - Roof top ETA is 13:05.
Blue Team will be in readiness in staging area A.
White Team will be in like readiness in staging area C.
On my go we move. Any questions?
Yes. Excuse me.
Can I see you?
I know this man.
He won't leave anything to chance.
He'll have anticipated us.
- If you send ... - Yeah, I appreciate your thoughts, darling,
I really do, but let's get something straight.
This isn't a train. You're on my turf now.
He called me darling again.
The clock is ticking, Vern.
Time is money.
Fraser, wake up.
- Are you calm? - Yes. I'm calm.
- Are you sure you're calm? - I said I'm calm.
- Now don't get me aggravated. - All right, all right.
What was blue again?
Blue stood for vigilance and justice.
- Justice. - Uh-huh.
We're in the Justice Building.
- That's it! - Benny, calm down.
- No. No! You got it! - I said calm down!
- No, Ray, you got it! - Calm down!
[Together] Ohmmmmmmm!
- Are you calm? - Yes.
- So, it's blue. - Yeah, [it's] blue. Maybe.
Okay, well, let's go with blue.
- No, you go with blue. - Why don't you go with blue?
Because you're better at this.
Well, maybe we should both go with blue.
- Okay. - Okay.
Alright. One. Two. Three!
Alright, let's make ready.
- Ma'am, just try to remain calm. - Fraser!
Roof.
Be right back.
Don't move.
Twelve floors in the building, twelve members on the jury.
Station one on every floor...
and are linked to the same detonator frequency.
So when they blow, the whole building goes.
What's our time?
- Where the hell is it? - Choppers in the air.
Alright, gentlemen. Showtime.
Inspector Thatcher.
Before your colleagues see fit to send in the response teams...
which they have no doubt been readying...
why don't you take a gander at the front door?
I have it on good authority that our judge...
is an avid fan of the death penalty...
so I think he should lead by example,
don't you?
Oh, it was a sad day...
when Illinois opted for that lethal injection.
You know, I mean, call me old fashion, but uh,
I think, there's something, I don't know,
elegant about the electric chair, Ha-ha-ha.
Look closely...
and you'll see that our man is wired...
for sound.
He's for real.
You have...
fourteen minutes to get me that chopper.
Response teams stand down.
If you fail,
first I'll do the judge,
then... I'll do the jury.
Where the hell are they? They should be here.
Unless the helicopter was a diversion.
We have movement on the roof!
Fraser.
Hold this, will you?
Why are we carrying around our own bomb with us?
It might come in handy.
- What the hell is he doing? - Semaphore.
Hey, Fraser, if you're gonna jump, jump.
Just don't stand there waving your arms around.
I'm not gonna jump, Ray, it's semaphore.
In the absence of a phone, its the best we can do.
What is the status of the response team?
Standing down.
Do not activate. The jury is gang linked to explosives.
Where are the terrorists?
I have no idea. Do you?
I'm not the one who's in the building.
Moron.
- What did she say? - She called me a moron.
She's a very perceptive woman.
Could you have someone retrieve Diefenbaker?
Ask Vecchio about the...
What are you saying?
Ask Vecchio about the...
What are you telling him?
Hey! Darling! Talk to me!
Ow!!
Ask Vecchio about green cheese?
Spelling mistake.
Ask Vecchio about Gambello case.
And pick up coffee on return to Consulate.
Understood. End communication.
Ray, tell me about the Gambello case.
Big scale fraud. Thirty million dollars in US bearer bonds,
like cash in hand.
Those bonds are in this building;
they're evidence as part of that trial.
So the helicopter was a diversion?
They'll grab the bonds and head out where?
Well, the sewers probably...
and then they'll detonate from a safe distance.
Thank you, cousin, your reward is nigh.
- Dief: Woof - Diefenbaker.
Hello, you don't know me. My name's Cooper.
I'm a friend of Benton's.
Benton is in trouble.
He specifically asked for you, Diefenbaker.
- Do you understand? - Whoa!!!!!
Easy, easy! Whoa!!!!!
They must have jammed them. Now what?
I have an idea but you're not gonna like it.
You gotta be kiddin' me.
I told you wouldn't like it.
Pardon me. Whoa!!!!!
Excuse me, Sir!
Who the hell is that?
- Uh-oh. - What?
Oh, it's nothing. Just a little friction.
- Oh, dear. - What?
Well, it would appear,
yep, I'm on fire, Ray.
Oh, well. At least the whole day was a total write off.
- Well, that was lucky. - Well, not luck exactly, Ray.
there's usually a puddle at the bottom of...
- ...an elevator shaft. - No, there isn't.
- ... Actually there is, see the condensation ... - Shut up.
Where's the chopper?
At the boundary marker 3 miles out.
- Shorren, get the teams back to full readiness. - Sir!!
Sorry about that, cousins,
but.. it makes the math easier.
Yep. No long division.
Go.
Hey!
Huh, this will come in handy.
No happy ending to this story, Morning Glory.
Just in case he's right, I want you to know...
I mean, I know what you are and you can't help that.
It's really hard to have a saint for a friend. Go!
Dief!
I'm not a saint, Ray.
Well, I know that you're not a saint saint...
like when you've got your own day.
- I mean a saint in the sense of a ... - Like a metaphor?
Yeah, yeah! Like a metaphor.
Yeah, but Ray, don't you see, you are as well.
I mean, we all are, even them.
Do you know what I mean?
Well, that's what scares me. I think that I do.
Yeah, well that's probably why you...
- ... and I have Ben such close ... - Alright, alright.
- Don't get all mushy on me. - Gentlemen!
You have one choice!
You can give us what we want...
or we blow the building!
You are not gonna blow the building.
You are not a martyr.
You're just a self centered little creep...
who wants to get his face in the paper.
Are you talking about me, Ray?
- Indirectly. - Ah.
You are wrong about this!
I am on a mid night ride for America!
I am the modern version of ...
what was that guy's name again?
- Dr. Prescott. - That's right.
I'm a modern version of.. Dr. Prescott.
No, you're not.
You're not Randall and neither am I.
What are you sayin'?
See the world for what it is, Randall,
we are not patriots. We're thieves.
Uncommon, but thieves. Nevertheless, and once again,
you're on the verge of ruining a perfect plan.
We seem to have hit a nerve, Ray.
Detective,
there are twelve innocent people in jeopardy.
Is it worth the risk?
- All we want are the bonds. - That's right!
Are you kiddin' me? That's all that they wanted?
Why didn't they say so in the first place.
Take them!
For God's sake, what are you doing?
That's not ours.
- I know, it's theirs. - It's not theirs.
That money belongs to someone else.
Oh, did they say bonds? I thought they said bombs.
That's very clever, Ray.
- Wait, wait. ... Open the bag. - Why?
They switched bags.
Where's our money?
Nice doggy, you want a bone?
Nice bone for you, right here.
Come on.
Where'd he go?
Francis! Look!
- Grab the bag. - Why don't you grab it?
- Don't you trust me, Randall? - You trust me?
[Together] Well, let's both grab the bag.
[Both] Whoaaaaa!
[Both] Umph! Ow!!
You guys still wanna blow the building?
It's kinda remind you of a bear trap?
Dief: Whine.
- Can we go now? - Oh, shut up, Randall.
Press hound.
Who needs it?
- Not us. - No, not us. - Nope.
God, I love this city.
You know sometimes you have to be a conduit...
and let the world come to you,
you know what I'm saying?
Okay.
You have duties, Constable.
Understood.
Red suits you.
What was that about?
What?
- Oh, that? - Yes, that.
- Nothing. - Nothing?
You're standing there flailing your arms around...
like you're daffy.
What do you think, I just got off the boat?
Which boat?
- Don't try to deflect this. - Deflect what?
You know what I'm talking about.
Well, no, Ray,
actually, I don't know what you're talking about.
Ahh, after all that we've been through,
haven't you learned anything?
In what sense?
Ahh, you're the most irritating man in the world.
...Define irritating.
Oh, no, you look it up, Mr. Encyclopedia.
Well, I think you mean Mr. Dictionary, don't you?
By : Reza Fa. Many thanks to [duesouth.blogfa.com] for script. Version : 2