Pawn (2013) - full transcript
An all-night diner. A cop walks in on a robbery in progress. But what happens next - and what happened just before - will change everything you think you know. The building is now surrounded. There are restless fingers on every trigger. And one very intense hostage situation is about to take some extremely shocking twists.
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(cash register dings)
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(cash register dings)
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(dog barks)
(coughs)
- (coughing)
- (bell dings)
- Hello.
- Hey, Yuri.
Good to see you, Will.
Charlie.
- What do you say, Will?
- Slow night, huh?
Got kinda busy
about 10 minutes ago.
(Will coughs)
These winter colds are just the worst.
You know, if my shift
moves any slower,
I think I will be
going backwards.
- Time to play, you ready?
- Ah, I'm kinda busy right now.
You want some pie?
- Oh, pie.
- Pie.
No, I just want some coffee.
Coffee.
You got it.
How long that pot
been sitting out there?
I just made it-- fresh pot--
right before it got busy, Will.
- Hey, Will.
- Aaron.
(Silverware clanking)
Want some more coffee?
You haven't even put any coffee
in my cup yet, Charlie.
- Damn.
- (bangs)
God damn it, Aaron.
(chuckles)
Um, how are you progressing
with that coffee?
Sorry, I'm--
I'm not real with it today,
you know what I mean?
You want cream and sugar?
Woman: Cream.
- Cream.
- Charlie: Do you want cream and sugar
with the coffee?
I'll take it as it is.
Whose move is it?
Hmm, Charlie?
(Yells)
(groans)
Will:
Charlie? Charlie?
Charlie?
Whose move is it?
Your move.
It's your move, Will.
(Siren blaring)
Woman: That's right.
Next Tuesday evening.
Mm-hmm.
- (Machine beeping)
'(door opens)
How you doing?
I've been down to the diner,
it's a mess.
Man:
Look, is this necessary?
- I already gave a statement.
- I understand
you've been having
a tough time lately.
You could say that.
I've been working
for extra jobs
just to try to keep
my head above water.
Man #2:
You like Charlie?
Man:
Everybody likes Charlie.
Anything you don't like about him?
Anything unusual?
- Like what?
- I don't know.
Kind of thing maybe
you wouldn't expect
at an all-night diner.
You know who owns the place.
Yeah, I do.
Tell me who was there that night.
Just take your time.
Think a minute.
I-- I don't know.
What do you mean you don't know?
You spent enough time there.
Who was there that night?
Man:
Just customers.
I'm gonna need you to tell me
how it all went down.
Woman:
I need $2. That's it.
I don't need
an extra day off or anything.
Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.
- What the hell is this?
- I would've thought that was
fucking obvious, mate.
Okay, everybody in the corner.
Move. Move!
On your feet!
I'm not gonna say it again.
Get in the corner!
Move!
Come on, love.
Now!
Let's go, on your feet.
Let's go!
On your way.
Right, if you're smart,
you're scared.
If you're not,
you should be.
I don't want any heroes
and I don't want any grief.
You do what I say,
when I say it,
and everybody will be able
to walk out of here.
- You got that, geezer?
- Yeah.
Exactly as I say or I blow you
against that fucking wall.
Right?
Now if you'd be so kind
just to step out from behind there.
Let's go.
Eh... hey.
- My hip.
- Man on phone: 911 emergency.
What's the nature of your call?
All right, son, on your feet.
Let's go, move!
(Whimpers)
- Hey, cheeky.
- (whimpering)
- No.
- Let's go.
Come on.
There's a good girl.
Crawling under there
isn't gonna help you.
Doing what you're told might.
There, it's all right.
You'll be fine.
Right, mobiles, watches,
and wallets
into the bag provided by
my associate here.
Now, I know you're all scared
and that's a good thing.
If you're scared, you're a lot less
likely to do something stupid.
Because if you're thinking of
doing something stupid,
I guarantee you will regret it,
but only for about the half second
it'll take me to turn,
aim in your general direction,
and pull the trigger.
I have no more desire
to be here than you do.
So if everybody does what I say,
when I say it,
things will go a lot smoother.
(Gate buzzes)
- I didn't think you'd come.
- Me, either.
I promise everything's
gonna be different now.
We're gonna pick up Bonnie,
is that okay?
Yeah.
- It's just--
- I know what you're thinking.
I couldn't get it done before
and how am I gonna be able
to get it done now, is that right?
Are you gonna take
responsibility, you know?
Are you gonna be there
when we need you?
I made mistakes
and I paid for them.
But I know
what's important now.
You don't have to worry.
I promise
I won't ever break into
another car again.
I have an ultrasound appointment
today if you wanna come.
You kidding me?
Try and stop me.
Oh, shit.
I'm supposed to meet Patrick's friend
for this job interview.
Woman: That's all right.
If you can't make it, you can't make it.
- It's not a big deal.
- No, screw it. I can reschedule.
- I'm coming with you.
- (body thuds)
Man:
Are you fucking blind?
Watch where you're going,
you stupid cow.
Not you, Bill, another cow.
Wait, what are you doing?
You just got out
five minutes ago, please.
It's not worth it.
(Sighs)
I'm sorry.
Hello!
Jesus, Bonnie,
what are you trying to do to me?
Bonnie: I'm sorry!
I'm just so excited!
How does it feel to be out
in the big, wide world?
- It almost feels safer on the inside.
- Yeah, right.
I hear those communal showers
are really tough
- on the good-looking boys.
- Okay.
- Really?
- Come on.
What's the deal here? You living in
a hotel? What are you, big time now?
My apartment is flooded,
so I'm staying here till they fix it.
- So what's next?
- Dropping you off at the next corner.
Oi, what'd I tell ya?
Nigel, keep a lookout for us.
Now, who's in charge here?
Eh? Who runs this place?
I do, I do.
Oh, you are a proper geezer.
There's a safe in the back.
Take me to it.
Register's open,
a lot of cash.
Why don't you just take it,
get the hell outta here, huh?
- (Grunts)
- (screams)
I'm not gonna tell you again.
Either you can walk me to that safe
or I can blow your legs off
at the knees
and you can crawl there.
The safe is back in the office.
After you.
- Go on!
- Yup.
It's all yours, Bill.
- There it is.
- Open it.
Today, you mug-
Back away.
That, you cheeky bastard,
is not the safe I'm looking for.
Where's the cash safe?
I don't know
what you're talking about.
(Groans, 989$)
if at some point I've given you
the impression that I don't know
exactly what's going on
around here,
or that I'm some thick cunt
you mess about, I apologize.
Now, where's the safe?
The real one.
The one that says you get
to keep your good fucking leg.
Open it.
- Can't do it.
- Excuse me?
I can't open it.
It's on a time lock.
I can't open it until midnight.
That's God's truth.
Fuck.Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck!
Keep an eye on 'em.
What's going on?
It was meant to be a quick in and out.
Safe's on a time lock.
Fuck off.
Are you sure?
Well, it says time lock
on the door, so, yeah.
I'm pretty fucking sure.
- What time's it set for?
- Midnight.
Midnight.
I suppose that's why
he told you to pull this
at two minutes before
fucking midnight.
It's 30 minutes away.
What do you want to do?
- We're gonna sit tight. Wait it out.
- You're joking.
I'm not leaving
without emptying that safe.
And what happens
if someone comes in?
- Like who?
- Like customers.
We keep the doors locked,
put the closed sign up.
It's not exactly
brain surgery, is it?
This is not what we planned.
If you've got a problem, Bill,
trot on. I'll have your share.
30 minutes.
Okay.
And then we're out.
It's okay.
- We've got trouble.
- What now?
- Cops.
- How many?
Who gives a fuck?
A fucking cop, we gotta go.
- Nigel: There's only one.
- What's he doing?
Singing fucking show tunes. he's a cop.
We gotta get outta here now.
Nigel: He's standing outside
his cruiser smoking a fag.
Cops come in here all the time.
It's a diner.
Right.
Then let's give him
the warm and friendly fucking
"Be Brite" experience then,
shall we?
It's business as usual.
You and you
back behind the counter.
- What?
- Chef and your mates,
back in the kitchen.
Let's go.
And to all you nice people,
back to your dinner.
Back to chitchat,
back to coffee,
whatever it is that
you'd normally be doing
if I wasn't here
fucking up your day.
On your feet,
back to your tables.
I can't do this.
Hey, look at me.
Yes, you can.
Derrick:
Let's go! Come on!
- Come on!
- (sobbing)
Bill, I'm gonna need you
in the kitchen
in case the chef decides
to get knife-happy.
- Bill: Where are you gonna be?
- Behind the counter
- in case the old boy gets lively.
- Okay.
Oh, Christ.
Eh, Bonnie, is it?
Darling, if you're crying
when someone comes in here,
they're gonna think something's wrong.
Now, you wouldn't want someone
to get hurt, would you?
- No.
- Big smiles all around, then, eh?
- Yeah?
- Okay.
Yeah. I want him out of here
as soon as possible, understood?
Yea-- yeah.
Where you want me, boss?
- Take one of the back tables.
- Right.
No fuckin' about.
Here, here.
It's all right.
(Dog barks)
(coughs)
- (coughing)
- (bell dings)
- Hello.
- Hey, Yuri.
Good to see you, Will.
Charlie:
What do you say, Will?
Will:
Slow night, huh?
Charlie: Got kinda busy
about 10 minutes ago.
It's time to play, you ready?
I'm kinda busy right now.
You want piece of pie?
- Bonnie: Oh, pie.
- Will: Pie.
No, I just want some coffee.
Charlie:
You got it.
Will: How long that pot
been sitting out there?
I just made it-- fresh pot--
right before it got busy, Will.
More coffee?
Will: You haven't even put
any coffee in my cup yet, Charlie.
- Charlie: Damn.
- Aaron: Shit.
God damn it, Aaron.
(chuckles)
- (water running)
- Charlie: I'm not real with it today,
you know what I mean?
You want cream and sugar?
Cream.
I'll take it as it is.
So whose move is it?
Hmm, Charlie?
Charlie?
Charlie?
Whose move is it?
Your move.
It's your move, Will.
You know what,
I gotta take a leak.
Why don't you top this off again
and I'll be right back
and we'll get into the game.
Sure.
Take your time.
(Cell phone rings, beeps)
- Yeah.
- I came in like we planned,
but something's not right out here.
I think this-- this Brit,
he showed up early.
What are you talking about?
You told me there
was gonna be one guy.
Now, Charlie is giving me
signals out here
like there's
a whole crew out here.
Fuck, I told him to go in alone.
What do you mean
they're giving signals?
Are they in there or aren't they?
They're hiding from me. They're acting
like this is business as usual.
This is not what we discussed.
They were supposed to
come in, sit tight
until this played out so Yuri wouldn't
suspect that we were involved.
Now I got fuck knows
how many guys out here with guns
and they're thinking
that I'm the bad guy.
Did you even tell the Brit
that I was gonna be in here?
(Bangs)
Step out, step out of the stall.
Step out of the stall
with your hands up.
What's going on? Will?
Step out.
Get the fuck out!
Don't shoot, don't shoot.
Somebody's robbing this place.
No, shit.
Step forward.
Up against the wall.
- Who the fuck are you?
- I'm just a customer, man.
I was in here when it started.
You call 9-1-1?
Yeah, of course.
Did you hear that?
No, there's a customer
that was in the stall hiding.
He called 9-1-1.
His name is Nick.
- Davenport.
- Nick Davenport.
Did he hear everything
you just said?
Yeah.
- I'll get back to you.
- (cell phone beeps)
Dispatch: Attention, all units.
2-11 in progress...
- Shit.
- at the Be Brite Diner.
1542 Main Street.
All units report
to location immediately.
Code three.
Repeat, attention, all units.
2-11 in progress
at the Be Brite Diner.
Turn around.
So what are you
really doing here?
What the fuck
are you really doing here?
I told you, man.
I just came in to take a piss.
Don't lie to me.
All hell broke loose.
I called the cops,
for Christ's sake.
Till I figure out
what the fuck's going on,
this is going with me.
I want you to stay right here.
All right, kid?
- (Gunshots)
- (body thuds)
Friend of yours?
(Machine beeping)
What happened
after the cop got killed?
That's when things
really started to get bad.
- What the fuck's going on?
- Cop was onto us.
Found him in the toilet
with this one.
- So you just shot him?
- Yes, Billy.
That's where all the blood
came from.
- Mate--
- What do you care?
I don't give a fuck,
but I've got a funny feeling
that every other cop
in a 10-mile radius might.
Look, I've told you once already,
you want out,
there's the fucking door.
Maybe, if we're lucky,
he didn't make the call
before you got into him.
That's the spirit.
Now give our new friend here
the once-over.
I don't want any more surprises.
No, no.
No, no.
- Cell phone.
- I don't have one.
That's nice.
(Chuckles)
Almost time.
On your feet.
- I said on your feet!
- (groans)
Bollocks.
You, help him up.
Help him up.
- Charlie, come on.
- (groaning)
Come on.
Off you go, then.
Give me the bag.
Keep an eye on 'em.
Derrick:
Come on.
For your face.
You, that's far enough.
Let's go.
It's 12:00.
Open it.
(Safe beeping)
(phone ringing)
(screams)
Back up! Get the fuck back!
Back in the fucking corner!
(groaning)
What the fuck's going on
back there?!
Looks like
a fucking road accident.
Cloud...
silver lining.
- Glad you came?
- Ask me that
if we get out of here
in one piece.
Off you go, then.
- (Music playing)
- ♪ How we hold it down ♪
- Woman: Say...
- ♪ We be all around ♪
- Say aluminum.
- I don't want to.
Come on,
but it sounds so sexy.
- Aluminum.
- (giggles)
Now say herb.
Herb.
I love the way you talk.
Really?
- What about the way I--
- (door breaks open)
Don't move! Drop it!
Don't try it, asshole.
Sit down.
Get outta here.
Sorry, love.
You don't pay your girlfriend
to clean up here?
What do you want?
- I need one more favor.
- We had a deal.
You said the last time
we were done.
You're gonna be interested
in this one.
Don't look so fucking upset,
it's easy.
I just need you to get me
a hard drive with some names on it.
Names?
- What names?
- Yours amongst others.
Mine?
Yours, too, I wager.
Barnes: It's the big box of secrets
to keep everyone in line
and it belongs
to an associate of ours.
Yuri Mikhalev.
He may look like
a sweet old man,
but he runs organized crime
in Connecticut.
Behind all the rackets,
all the big jobs,
Mikhalev moving chess pieces.
That drive's his
get-out-of-jail-free card.
I wouldn't want it falling
into the wrong hands,
and that's exactly
what's gonna happen
in the next 48 hours
if the FBI raids his safe.
We've got a police informant
inside of Yuri's organization.
The FBI are gonna hit us.
It's on for the 12th,
you got that?
Barnes: I don't understand
why he's not moving the drive
and I can't ask him
about the message
because I'm not supposed
to know about it.
I think Yuri's selling us out
to the Feds.
- Is there any money in it?
- You're gonna be robbing a joint.
You get me what I need
and everything else you find is yours.
- I'm gonna need my crew.
- No, no crew.
Is that understood?
You go in alone
two minutes before midnight.
Not a moment sooner.
Billy, it's me.
I need you to give Nigel a bell.
Tell him we've got a job
for tonight.
Don't trouble your little mind
with questions, Bill.
Just call Nigel
and tell him to be ready.
- (Brakes screech)
- Oi, are you fucking blind?
Watch where you're going,
you stupid cow!
Not you, Bill, another cow.
I'll explain everything later.
Nigel:
Why aren't we wearing masks?
How many more times
do I have to fucking tell you?
It's a quick in and out.
This time tomorrow night we'll be
sipping cocktails in Costa Rica.
Why are we sitting out here at 11 :30
if we're not going in till midnight?
Well, you'll be thrilled by a change
of plans then, won't you?
- What?
- We're going in early.
- Why?
- Because our generous employer
has told me, as so long
as he gets what he needs,
we can help ourselves
to all the afters.
And seeing as though
I'm not doing this
out of the kindness
of me fucking heart,
we're going in early
and we're doing watches and wallets.
Watches and wallets.
You have seen the shithole
we are gonna rob, right?
- Yeah, what's your point?
- My point, Derrick,
is it's highly unlikely to be filled
with Rolexes
and fucking Louis Vuittons.
Who's Louis Vuitton?
A footballer?
Nigel, do us all a favor
and shut up.
Right.
Hey, what's going on?
I'm tired of being in his pocket.
We get what he wants
outta that safe,
I say there's a deal to be made.
You wanna screw the boss over?
Don't fuck the plan
in the 11th hour, mate.
(Chuckles)
Don't worry about it, Billy.
He doesn't even know you're here.
Nothing personal, mate.
(Sirens blaring)
The whole fucking force
just showed up.
(Dispatch chatter)
- It's on.
- (phone ringing)
You, Bonnie!
- Come over here.
- No.
Answer it.
(Phone beeps)
Hello?
It's the police.
Talk to them.
Bonnie Potroski.
I'm a waitress here.
He wants to know
if everyone's okay.
Yes, everything is fine.
Bonnie:
Yeah, everyone's okay.
He wants to know
how many people are here.
- (Phone beeps)
- That's enough for now.
Back to where you were.
Go on!
(Helicopter blades whirring)
I want the public at least
three blocks back from here.
Nobody gets in unless I clear it.
Looks like more rain's
on the way, sir.
Oh, perfect.
Good of you to join us.
- What's the situation?
- Perimeter's secure.
Snipers in position front and rear.
They got nowhere to go.
- Any visibility?
- No, sir.
Blinds are down
on all the windows.
So we have no idea
what's going on in there.
- Numbers?
- Barnes: Well, we're a little light
on details,
but it's a late-night diner,
so at the very least
we got the staff in there.
I spoke to Bonnie Potroski,
a waitress.
She was very scared.
Someone was telling her what to say.
- Which was?
- She said everything was fine,
but we had reports of gunfire.
It could be really
fucking messy in there.
- How many gunmen?
- We think at least two.
On top of that,
we got one of our own in there.
This squad car was issued
to Will Tompkins.
And I know him.
20-year vet, good cop.
- You made any contact?
- No, but we got a suspect.
A Nicolas Davenport.
We ran his name. He just spent
three months in County.
- You think he's involved?
- (cell phone ringing)
Maybe even running the show.
- Who's your informant?
- Stay on the phone.
One second,
I gotta take this.
Anything else I should know?
We ran the plates
on the Cutlass. It's stolen.
All right, I make every call
from here on.
- That clear?
- What's your plan?
Get them talking.
The negotiator's about to start in.
Uh-huh.
Any idea on the suspect?
There's a Nick Davenport.
Just got out of county. Registered
address two blocks from the diner.
- 2240 Lincoln.
- He got any family there?
Yeah, his wife.
Amanda Davenport.
All right, well, keep me appraised.
I want this shit cleaned up.
(Breathing heavily)
It's okay, baby.
Here you go.
Direct line's right here, sir.
(Car horn honks)
(phone beeps)
(phone ringing)
Just like last time.
Find out what he wants.
(Phone beeps)
- Hello?
- With whom am I speaking?
- This is Bonnie.
- Bonnie, this is Jeff Porter.
I work with the police department.
This phone is a direct line to me now
whenever you pick it up.
I need to talk to
whoever's in charge in there.
He wants to talk
to whoever's in charge.
He says he doesn't wanna talk.
Porter: Tell him I can't give him what
he wants unless he gets on the phone.
He can't get you what you want
unless you talk to him.
- I'm listening.
- Porter: My name is Jeff Porter.
- What's your name?
- Derrick: Look, the only thing
you need to understand is that
unless I get your full cooperation,
I'm going to redecorate the insides
of the Be Brite Diner
with pints of blood.
(whimpering)
You have my full cooperation.
I wanna give you what you want
so nobody gets hurt, okay?
I wanna make that really clear.
I'm gonna try and help you out.
Derrick:
That's very fucking kind of you, mate.
I'm overwhelmed by
your compassion for my situation.
Porter:
We have reports of gunfire.
Is there anybody in there
that's injured?
Look, if somebody's hurt,
let them come out,
then we can do business.
There are a lot of cops out here
who like to do this a different way,
so let's help each other out.
Derrick: I'll tell you what,
as a sign of how reasonable
I'm prepared to be,
we'll let one out.
Porter:
Thank you, appreciate that.
I'll send in two paramedics
with a stretcher. Is that okay?
Uh-uh, scratch that.
We'll take her out to you.
(phone beeps)
They're sending out
an injured party.
I want a wide area
around that door.
Back an ambulance up
about 20 feet away.
Not too close.
I don't wanna make them nervous.
Getting somebody out alive
will give us a better idea
of what we're dealing with.
Let's get you geared up.
Why you tell them
we're gonna send one out?
'Cause we are.
- Which one?
- Her.
She'll do nicely.
I'm not walking her out.
I will.
I'll do it.
Oh, yeah.
You missed my announcement.
I don't want any heroes,
but volunteers are welcome.
You take her out,
you don't say shit,
and if you're not back in 30 seconds,
it's bye-bye, Bonnie.
- Are we crystal?
- Clear.
Pick her up.
I'll be back.
Man on radio:
All personnel, stand down.
Civilians exiting the building.
Stand down.
Maintain 20-foot radius.
It's over there.
Are you okay?
Talk to me.
You need to tell me
what's going on in there.
Is she all right?
Is anybody else in there hurt?
Is that your blood?
Talk to me, I'm right here.
I can give you what you need.
I can't talk to you.
Barnes:
She was going into cardiac shock.
That was Nick Davenport
and he's covered in blood.
- We gotta go in there.
- No, no. They sent someone out.
That's a start.
We need to keep talking.
I gotta remind you
there's a cop in there?
Do I have to remind you
who's in charge?
- Tompkins is my main priority.
- This is my operation, Barnes.
Trust me, we're a long way
from moving in.
Now tell me more about Davenport.
- I think he's one of them.
- Based on what?
What makes you think
he didn't volunteer to bring her out?
If you think that he was such a hero,
why did he go back in?
As far as I'm concerned,
he's a major fucking suspect.
(Dog barks)
Woman on TV: There are an unknown
number of hostages being held,
but it is believed that
there is at least one
police officer among them.
- Sources inform us...
- Oh, my God.
...negotiators are on the scene
and are attempting...
Nick was just there
to talk to Patrick.
- ...again, very sketchy information...
- (doorbell rings)
(knocks)
Hi. Mrs. Davenport?
Is this about Nick?
Yeah, I'm afraid it is. I'm gonna have
to ask you to come with me, please.
You might wanna get a jacket.
(Phone ringing)
You, come over here.
Answer it.
Tell them you've got demands
and if they don't cooperate,
the cop will be the first to die.
- No.
- Come again?
I won't do it.
- Really?
'(yells)
(phone beeps)
- Hello?
- Yeah, who is this?
I've got demands.
Specific demands.
What now?
- (Dial tone)
- Hello, hello?
Now we wait.
- What is this place?
- Just come on.
Come on.
Porter over loudspeaker:
This is Jeff Porter.
We wanna help you
with those demands,
- but we need some way to communicate.
- Well, that didn't take long.
You go out there and you tell them
we need a SUV to take us to the airport.
Once we get the SUV,
he gets four hostages.
Tell him we need a jet and a crew
waiting on the runway
fueled up and ready to go.
And once we get on board,
he gets three more hostages.
- Got that?
- Yeah.
Good.
On your way, then.
Oi, same rules as before.
Got it.
- I'm unarmed.
- So am I.
SUV and a fucking plane?
- Are you out of your mind?
- It'll buy us time.
For what?
- Plan B.
- Which is?
Soon to be revealed, mate.
Let's just let him
keep them preoccupied, shall we?
- Porter: What's your name?
- Nick.
So how'd you get involved
in this, Nick?
I'm not involved.
I just met
my brother here for coffee.
You can ask him.
Is everyone in there okay?
No, they're not okay.
Do I look like I'm okay?
They want a SUV
to take them to the airport.
When they get the SUV,
you get four hostages.
And they want a jet
waiting for them on the runway.
When they get on the jet,
you get three more.
- The rest go with them.
- I'll see what I can do.
Make sure that SUV
gets here quick.
Hey.
So we can talk.
What did you say to him?
Exactly what you told me to.
You wouldn't be fucking me about,
would you, boy?
- No.
- Good.
Oi, Bill.
I'm having a piss.
We got plainclothes
going to Davenport's house.
Pick up his wife.
And this is interesting,
the guy's brother is Patrick Davenport.
- Who is Patrick Davenport?
- Internal Affairs.
You're kidding.
Get him down here now.
He's already on his way.
(Knocks)
- Yes?
- Sorry to bother you,
I'm Detective O'Reilly.
This is Detective Creedy.
- How can I help you?
- We need to talk
- to Mrs. Amanda Davenport.
- She's not here.
- Your guy already came and got her.
- What?
- Porter.
- O'Reilly here.
We're at Davenport's house.
Her mother says some cops
picked her up about 15 minutes ago.
- They identify themselves?
- We checked with dispatch.
Whoever did this,
they weren't cops.
What's going on?
A couple of guys pretending to be cops
picked up Davenport's wife.
(Cell phone ringing)
I gotta take this.
Hey, you got an update for me?
A couple of detectives
went to Davenport's house
to bring in his wife,
but she was picked up already.
- I don't know by who.
- I've got her.
You just worry about
wrapping things up on your end.
Am I clear?
Why aren't we at a police station?
(Sighs)
Man in the Suit:
How long you've been married?
HOW long?
Almost two years.
Why don't you tell me
about the men
that your husband's
working with?
What men?
He's not working
with anybody.
Thanks.
Want some water?
I get dehydrated,
so I like a lot of water.
(slurping)
Copy that.
- Lieutenant Davenport.
- What's the situation?
Well, your brother's
up to his balls
- in an armed robbery.
- At his usual haunt
that just happens to be
owned by Yuri Mikhalev?
Come on, Barnes.
He'd never do that.
I was just here with him
45 minutes ago.
Whatever's going down here,
he's got nothing to do with it.
What are you doing
still coming to this place?
You know you can't hang out
in a diner
owned by someone
like Yuri Mikhalev.
I like it.
I know everybody.
- You lost weight.
- No club sandwiches on the inside.
Yeah, it's not supposed
to be easy.
Look, Nick,
you made me look bad today.
I know.
I'm sorry.
How do you just not show up
for a job interview?
Amanda agreed to meet me.
What, so you just blow it off?
She's my wife, Patrick.
I'm doing everything I can
to make it all work out.
I get that,
but you don't let him know,
you don't call me,
that's not the way to start.
- I've got myself a gig lined up.
- With who?
- Some people that I met.
- Some people you met.
- Some people you met in prison, Nick.
- (sighs)
I told you.
It's a legit gig, Pat.
- Jesus, Pat.
- Take it.
Thanks.
I gotta go.
- Everything's gonna work out, okay?
- Yeah.
(Towel dispenser cranking)
Well, all I know is
there's a diner being robbed
and your brother's
in the thick of it.
Of course you wouldn't understand,
because there's real police work.
As opposed to what I do?
You've ruined the livelihood
of good cops--
- men with wives, their families.
- If they're good cops,
they got nothing to worry about.
And you should stay focused
for half a minute
on getting my brother and the rest
of the hostages outta there.
The negotiator Jeff Porter,
he wants to speak with you.
Thank you so much
for coming back.
I wasn't gonna leave you
here alone.
Yeah, but you could've surrendered
out there and you would've been safe.
I figured that if Amanda
was in this situation...
that I'd hope somebody
would come back and look after her.
It's gonna be okay.
Excuse me,
I really have to use the restroom.
It's a bit messy in there, love.
You don't let people use the restroom,
it's gonna get a bit messy in here.
Nigel, take her.
Not without me.
I beg your pardon?
I don't want her
going anywhere alone with him.
(Scoffs)
Who, Nigel? That's a bit
fucking offensive, isn't it?
He's a nice bloke.
- Aren't you, Nigel?
- Yeah.
Now sit down and shut up.
That's a good boy.
(Door opens)
You all right?
What is it? What happened?
There's a dead body in there.
You know, Nick was just there
meeting up with his brother.
You wanna call him?
Yeah.
- (Phone ringing)
- Whose phone is that?
It's Charlie's private line
in his office.
On your feet now!
Come on!
- Oh, my God.
- Come on.
Answer the phone.
Answer it!
Oh, my God.
- Derrick: Come on.
- Hello?
Amanda:
Bonnie, it's Amanda. You okay?
No, they're right here
in front of me.
- Will they let me talk to him?
- It's for Nick, it's his wife.
Now why would the kid's wife
have the private line?
The cops put her up to it,
didn't they?
- Because?
- Because they think he's the mastermind
behind this whole fucking thing.
Now get him in here.
- Go on.
- That's not true.
- Nick would never--
- Shh.
Hmm, Bonnie, Bonnie.
"(whimpering)
"(groans)
You are a proper sort,
aren't you?
You've been very helpful.
Perhaps another time.
- It's your wife.
- Amanda.
- Are you okay?
- I don't know, are you?
Yeah, I'm fine, baby.
- Jesus, Nick, I'm scared.
- Don't be.
- How did you get into this?
- I'm not in this.
I was just meeting Patrick.
I would never do this to us.
I need you to believe me.
I had nothing to do with this.
Man in the Suit:
Let me talk to him.
You have a very beautiful wife,
my friend.
And I understand that
very soon you're gonna be a father.
I would very much
like to see that happen,
but I also have the power
to see that it doesn't happen.
You got 30 minutes--
30 minutes from right now
to put the hard drive
back in the safe.
You walk out of there
with everything the way it was.
Nick: I don't understand
what you're talking about.
30 minutes or your wife,
your kid, your life, done.
You understand that?
I love you, too.
- Very touching.
- Who has my wife?
The police, who else?
Come on, on your way.
(Bonnie screams)
Oh, no, don't. Don't!
We need him alive!
(Groans)
if you ever pull a stunt
like that again,
I will kill this woman.
Yeah?
Come on.
As soon as we find her whereabouts,
I wanna know, that clear?
Can I talk to you privately
for a second?
- Give me a minute.
- Got it.
What I'm about to tell you
stays between us, okay?
I just found out the Feds
have an informant in the diner.
That informant was about to come
forward with something vital
to their whole operation.
An active informant
in the diner now?
- Who is it?
- I don't know,
and they won't say.
There's fear of a leak
in the department.
They gotta protect the guy.
The wrong people
find out who he is...
well, I don't need to tell you.
(Cell phone rings, beeps)
- Matthews.
- Barnes: Hear me very fucking clearly.
The assholes who pulled this
cannot walk out of that diner.
Understood.
What about Davenport?
Same order.
We clean this up.
- Oi, where are you off to?
- I need the toilet.
- A number one or number two?
- What?
Because if it's a number two,
allow me to provide you
with a magazine to read.
What do you want me to do?
I need a piss.
Hurry UP!
(Footsteps)
Officer:
Shots fired, shots fired!
Shots fired, shots fired!
The cops are trying
to come in through the back!
Everyone stay there
and be fucking cool.
Stay where you are!
Nick, what's going on in there?
- Nick?
- Come over here.
Pick up that radio.
You tell them if they even try
to come in here,
I will execute every last hostage.
The cops are trying to come in
through the back, man.
You promised us.
People are going to die.
- Porter: It was a mistake, Nick.
- Let me talk to him.
I'm gonna straighten it out.
Stand down!
Stand down!
Nobody go near the damn diner!
Back, get back!
Get us that SUV
and get us the hell outta here!
Back where you were.
Everyone stay calm.
- All right, Bill?
- Yeah, fine. You?
Never better.
SWAT tried to go through
the back door.
- Who gave the order?
- Nobody ordered it.
I'm in full command of this situation,
you understand that?
A couple of our guys went
to take a look and got made.
It was a mistake.
Those guys don't make mistakes,
they follow orders.
If you're trying to go behind my back,
it's gonna be a fucking problem.
Oh, come on.
We're in this together.
So what's going on?
I'm guessing it's a boy.
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
Knew it.
I have four sisters,
so you learn these things.
When you carry a baby low,
like you, it's a boy.
Bet your husband,
he's happy it's a boy, I bet, huh?
Yeah.
SUV's here.
Hey, Nick?
Tell him you're gonna come out
and check the SUV.
Make sure there's no surprises.
- I'm here.
- Porter: SUV's here.
Gassed up and ready to go.
You owe me four hostages.
I've gotta check it first.
I'm coming out.
I never got to have kids.
I'm sorry to say.
I lead a very quiet life.
It gives me time
to think about things.
I have this clock at home
that always helps me think.
It's a piece of ormolu.
Did you ever hear of it?
It's golden, French, 1800s.
It's a beautiful piece, beautiful.
But guess what they call it?
A death clock.
It's got these
two pudgy cherubs holding it.
All kinds of flowers.
It's very Louis XIV.
Everything's plated with gold.
This is back
when they used mercury
to plate the gold to the brass.
These poor schmucks,
they didn't know any better.
Once a clock was plated
and perfect,
they'd heat up the clock
to burn off the mercury,
and the room that they were in
would fill with poison gas.
Their hands, clothes,
their lungs...
it was a disaster.
Everyone who built these clocks--
these beautiful clocks...
died.
The clock makers,
the apprentices,
the children.
Their whole families, dead.
You got directions
on the dashboard
to a secure gate at the airport
where they'll walk you through,
but you still can do this
another way.
Is the jet ready?
Sniper: I have a clean shot.
Waiting for a go.
There's been a short delay,
but it'll be ready by
- the time you get to the airport.
- How long?
- No more than an hour.
- That's too long!
There's nothing I can do
about that, Nick.
- The jet is not there.
- No, that doesn't work!
What's he doing?
Imagine that.
Imagine a man
mastering a craft
that he hopes
will provide for his family
only to destroy
everyone that he loves
and kills himself, too.
- Who's got my wife?
- We're trying to locate her.
Answer me.
Where's my wife?
- Amand♪s fine, Nick.
- That's bullshit!
I spoke to her,
someone's got her!
We don't know
where she is now.
Jesus fucking Christ.
We need him back in here.
Oh, I'll just skip on out there
and pull him in, shall I?
- Shut up.
- God damn it,
I trusted you.
- You lied to me.
- Patrick: Nicky, Nicky, Nicky,
- Stand down!
- Stop!
It's pitiful to think about.
So...
I just sit
staring at my clock.
Do you think before the end,
before his last breath,
the clock maker
had any idea
he was killing himself
and his family, too?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Nick.
You wanna help these people?
You go in there and you end it
or someone's gonna die.
We have a direct threat.
Take him out.
No, no, no!
Bonnie:
Oh, God! Nick!
(Shuddering)
Barnes: Bravo Team,
you're clear to take the back door, go!
Nigel: Stay down!
Everyone, stay down!
Stay down! Stay down!
Derrick, what's plan B?
This.
Derrick?!
Derrick?!
- (Screams)
- Sorry, mate.
- Nigel: Derrick?!
- (gunshot)
Let's go, let's go, let's go.
Derrick, please!
Put your gun down!
Put your gun down!
Freeze!
Let me see your hands!
(Gunshots)
- Are you okay?
- Yeah.
I'm fine.
One of them's in the kitchen.
He's got a hostage. Go!
- Clear.
- Clear.
Keep your hands
where I can see them!
Move it, move!
- Clear.
- Clear.
They're killing the hostages!
Get in there, go!
Hurry!
Nick, Nick.
What is going on with Amanda?
Tell me what you know
and we'll find her.
Nick? Nick, talk to me.
Nick?!
(Tires screech)
Hey, that was
a hostage you shot,
for Christ's sake.
(Bell dings)
Barnes:
Officers, I'll finish this up.
Wow, Yuri, that was quite a fucking mess
we had on our hands there.
It was three Brits
that came in and did this!
Yeah, and Davenport
was the ringleader.
Your man has his wife.
That kid?
You've got shit for brains, Barnes.
- He wasn't behind any of it.
- What?
Give me your phone.
(Touch-tones beep)
(phone rings, beeps)
- It's me.
- You okay?
Davenport's not our guy.
He's just a pawn.
Whoever pulled this
got the drive.
Find him.
What do you want me to do
with the wife?
- Unit three, do you copy?
- Man on radio: Go, three.
Did anyone come out
the back of the diner?
Man on radio:
Uniform they had hostage. Nobody else.
Do you have eyes
on that individual now?
- Man on radio: Negative.
- Fuck it.
Tell them to check
the bathroom.
- Check the bathroom.
- Man on radio: Copy that.
We've got what appears to be
Will Tompkins' dead body here.
He's got no shirt.
Repeat, he's got no shirt.
The uniform that went out
the back was our perp.
Find the son of a bitch.
We'll get him, Yuri.
We'll get him.
(Siren blaring)
Dispatch:
All emergency responders,
diner suspect at large
driving a black and white.
- Vehicle ID: PD fleet two...
- (machines beeping)
Man in the Suit:
You understand this.
You got 30 minutes-- 30 minutes
to put the hard drive back in the safe
or your wife,
your kid, your life, done.
Oh, no, no, no. Come on.
You gotta be fucking kidding me.
Watch where you're going,
you stupid bitch.
You hear the siren?
Are you fucking deaf?
Oi, are you blind?!
Watch where you're going,
you stupid cow.
Get off your cell phone, lady.
There you go, there you go.
Hey, man, come back!
Mike, he just ran out!
Turn around.
Call everyone.
I want the bastard
who took the hard drive.
(Cell phone rings, beeps)
- Hello?
- Derrick: All right, Barnes.
I've got your hard drive,
but now it's gonna cost you.
- Who is this?
- Who's this?
- (Dog barking)
- Who the hell are you?
You're the one who's got Lieutenant
Barnes's phone, but you're not him.
You're speaking to Yuri Mikhalev.
That's my drive you've got.
Well, then this might be
both of our lucky day.
Mrs. Davenport, it's over.
Time to go home.
(Tires screech)
(siren blaring)
Easy, mate, easy.
Charlie was my friend.
He bled to death in his own office.
I knew him 30 years.
You're that fellow with the fancy watch.
- Yuri Mikhalev.
- (laughs)
Christ.
If I would have known
it was you in there all night,
I would've watched me
Ps and Qs.
I should kill you right now.
You could do that,
but then you'd never see
your precious hard drive again, eh?
Baby, I promise this is the last car
I'm ever breaking into.
As for your friend Charlie,
my condolences,
but I lost two of my colleagues
in that royal fuck up.
(grunting)
It's not me you should blame,
it's Barnes.
I am.
I did.
Man in the Suit:
Boss, Barnes got the message.
(Silenced gunshots)
Unless you want to join him,
you better give me the drive.
Money first.
- He probably left it in the car.
- Happy hunting.
Do you think I'm fucking stupid?
How do I know
you didn't make a copy?
I barely had enough time
to ditch the cruiser
when I got out of that diner.
Who do you think I am,
Harry fucking Houdini?
Oi, the money's light.
This is the best I could do
on such short notice.
Who do you think I am?
Harry Houdini?
Hey, tell your dog
to put that piece away.
This is a family establishment.
We don't want
any unnecessary attention.
Put it away.
Barnes thought
you made a deal with the FBI.
- He thought you sold him out.
- Barnes was an idiot.
A lot of people suffered
because of your actions tonight.
My men almost executed
the kid's wife.
They were an unlucky couple.
Wrong place at the wrong time.
- What'd you do with 'em?
- The girl has been released
and now the police know
Davenport had nothing to do
- with what happened at the diner.
- Ended up all right, then, didn't it?
By the way,
I am that fucking stupid.
(Chuckles)
Right.
Here's your hard drive.
(Screams)
(screaming)
I told you
I didn't want any heroes.
(Siren blaring)
Man in the Suit:
A lot of people are dead
or will go to jail
because of that drive.
(Machine beeping)
Why don't you tell me about
the gig that Charlie gave you?
I-- I just had to give
a message to somebody.
We know who you went to see.
It's on for the 12th,
you got that?
A friend of mine said
that the police were all excited
about hearing something
that was on for the 12th.
- So?
- There was nothing on for the 12th.
There was no FBI sting.
That was just a test.
We knew someone was giving
information at the diner,
we just didn't know who.
It was you.
You're the fuckin' rat.
Charlie:
The FBI are gonna hit us.
I want you to tell 'em
it's on for the 12th.
Man in the Suit:
Unfortunately for my boss,
once Barnes got the message,
he got paranoid
and set in motion
the clusterfuck at the diner.
- (Silenced gunshot)
- (flatlining)
Thought I'd find you here.
Come in,
I want you to see something.
Come on, come on!
Huh?
- What do you think?
- Hey.
It's not bad.
It's not bad at all.
Thanks for doing this.
I forgot how handy
having you around can be.
Sorry I doubted you, man.
Recovered as evidence.
Try not to lose it this time.
That hard drive you gave me
is gonna do a lot of good.
You're in the clear, Nick.
I pulled some strings.
Thank you.
- I'm gonna get going.
- Hey,
any lead on the guy
who took me?
No, but we'll get him.
I'll see ya.
Back to work.
- Those are screws.
- I know.
- I knew that.
- Ta-da.
Nick:
Springs.
♪ 'Cause when I'm with you ♪
♪ Nothing could be so cool... ♪
(Music playing)
♪ As rumor has it still ♪
♪ I followed the rules
of Frank and McNeal ♪
♪ So catch me if you can,
there ain't people when I take off ♪
♪ Check me when I land,
white-collar mischief ♪
♪ Never been caught,
so if money's on your mind ♪
♪ Nigga, hold that thought ♪
♪ Daydreaming of a mil,
but plottin' the same fortune ♪
♪ I think, "Make it rain,"
or maybe I'm brainstorming" ♪
♪ Young gettin' busy on his own
like an orphan ♪
♪ My sentence-skillful ways
equal self-made endorsements ♪
♪ Damn, Mr. Commodity,
you are such a lottery ticket ♪
♪ Making these rappers
seem sorry, apologies ♪
♪ Somebody gotta do it,
I guess it's gonna be moi ♪
♪ I'm in a foreign Maserati,
please say au revoir ♪
♪ Yeah, life's a bitch,
Money made it up ♪
♪ Every now and then I like to
cheat on her with Lady Luck ♪
♪ Push come to shove ♪
♪ Come to shove ♪
♪ Push back ♪
♪ Push back ♪
(Music playing)
♪ Tell them I ain't going
out like that ♪
♪ When push come to shove ♪
♪ Come to shove ♪
♪ Push back ♪
♪ Push back ♪
♪ We ain't gotta take that,
homie, homie ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down, homie, homie ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
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♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Feet on pavement,
grind time blisters ♪
♪ Entertaining the idea
that I can get richer ♪
♪ Corrupt moves,
can't explain it all like Clarissa ♪
♪ But it's a reason
for my motives I deliver ♪
♪ Gucci bag straps
is becoming my enigma ♪
♪ I'm too old for swag,
I'm focused on my charisma ♪
♪ Saying, "Yo, why you talking
like them white folks?" ♪
♪ I say, "I'm just shaking hands
with the right folks" ♪
♪ Clocking overtime
with the same clothes ♪
♪ What time you off work?
when the bank close ♪
♪ I dated females with issues
that I'm to blame for ♪
♪ I've fallen victim to the emotions
that I ain't show ♪
♪ Close knitted to
the cost of success ♪
♪ Some call it being confident,
I call it being blessed ♪
♪ Just a minute,
let me get it off my chest ♪
♪ See, I'm coming for what's next,
y'all niggas can have the rest, wait ♪
♪ When push come to shove ♪
♪ Come to shove♪
♪ Push back ♪
♪ Push back ♪
♪ Tell them
you ain't going out like that ♪
♪ When push come to shove X
- ♪ Come to shove♪
♪ Push back ♪
♪ Push back ♪
♪ You ain't gotta take that,
homie, homie ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down,
homie, homie ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
(Music playing)
♪ Standing on the stage
of irrelevance ♪
♪ Pretending not to notice
this white elephant ♪
♪ Taste the disconnect
that leaves you feeling separate ♪
♪ Is this who you are?
machines and programs ♪
♪ Ignorance ♪
♪ I'm standing in the face
of the irrelevance ♪
♪ But I refuse to hide behind
this white elephant ♪
♪ I rise against
and I will not be settling ♪
♪ For the bullshit
that they call intelligence ♪
♪ The things they do
have salted me ♪
♪ The seeds that you
have fed to me ♪
♪ They will not
be injected in me ♪
♪ They will not be
represented by me ♪
♪ Me, just try me ♪
♪ You ask me who am I,
but who are you? ♪
♪ Who am I,
but who are you? ♪
♪ You ask me who am I,
but who are you? ♪
♪ Who am I,
but who are you? ♪
♪ I know you want
to prick me ♪
♪ But you are not the one
to create me ♪
♪ The eternal definition
of who I am ♪
♪ Can't be taken away,
so I stay ♪
♪ I need to be the one
with the one soul ♪
♪ I need to be the one whose mind
will not be controlled ♪
♪ And it's to be the one
who rise above ♪
♪ I am the individual ♪
♪ Let go♪
♪ You ask me who am I,
but who are you? ♪
♪ Who am I,
but who are you? ♪
♪ You ask me who am I,
but who are you? ♪
♪ Who am I,
but who are you? ♪
♪ Look in my eyes ♪
♪ Feel alive ♪
♪ Your truth inside ♪
♪ Alive... ♪
♪ Alive ♪
♪ Alive ♪
♪ You're alive ♪
♪ You asked me who am I,
but who are you? ♪
♪ Who am I,
but who are you? ♪
♪ You ask me who am I,
but who are you? ♪
♪ Who am I,
but who are you? ♪
♪ Who are you? ♪
♪ Who are you? ♪
♪ Who are you? ♪
♪ Who are you? ♪
♪ Who are you? ♪
(cash register dings)
(cash register dings)
(cash register dings)
(cash register dings)
(dog barks)
(coughs)
- (coughing)
- (bell dings)
- Hello.
- Hey, Yuri.
Good to see you, Will.
Charlie.
- What do you say, Will?
- Slow night, huh?
Got kinda busy
about 10 minutes ago.
(Will coughs)
These winter colds are just the worst.
You know, if my shift
moves any slower,
I think I will be
going backwards.
- Time to play, you ready?
- Ah, I'm kinda busy right now.
You want some pie?
- Oh, pie.
- Pie.
No, I just want some coffee.
Coffee.
You got it.
How long that pot
been sitting out there?
I just made it-- fresh pot--
right before it got busy, Will.
- Hey, Will.
- Aaron.
(Silverware clanking)
Want some more coffee?
You haven't even put any coffee
in my cup yet, Charlie.
- Damn.
- (bangs)
God damn it, Aaron.
(chuckles)
Um, how are you progressing
with that coffee?
Sorry, I'm--
I'm not real with it today,
you know what I mean?
You want cream and sugar?
Woman: Cream.
- Cream.
- Charlie: Do you want cream and sugar
with the coffee?
I'll take it as it is.
Whose move is it?
Hmm, Charlie?
(Yells)
(groans)
Will:
Charlie? Charlie?
Charlie?
Whose move is it?
Your move.
It's your move, Will.
(Siren blaring)
Woman: That's right.
Next Tuesday evening.
Mm-hmm.
- (Machine beeping)
'(door opens)
How you doing?
I've been down to the diner,
it's a mess.
Man:
Look, is this necessary?
- I already gave a statement.
- I understand
you've been having
a tough time lately.
You could say that.
I've been working
for extra jobs
just to try to keep
my head above water.
Man #2:
You like Charlie?
Man:
Everybody likes Charlie.
Anything you don't like about him?
Anything unusual?
- Like what?
- I don't know.
Kind of thing maybe
you wouldn't expect
at an all-night diner.
You know who owns the place.
Yeah, I do.
Tell me who was there that night.
Just take your time.
Think a minute.
I-- I don't know.
What do you mean you don't know?
You spent enough time there.
Who was there that night?
Man:
Just customers.
I'm gonna need you to tell me
how it all went down.
Woman:
I need $2. That's it.
I don't need
an extra day off or anything.
Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.
- What the hell is this?
- I would've thought that was
fucking obvious, mate.
Okay, everybody in the corner.
Move. Move!
On your feet!
I'm not gonna say it again.
Get in the corner!
Move!
Come on, love.
Now!
Let's go, on your feet.
Let's go!
On your way.
Right, if you're smart,
you're scared.
If you're not,
you should be.
I don't want any heroes
and I don't want any grief.
You do what I say,
when I say it,
and everybody will be able
to walk out of here.
- You got that, geezer?
- Yeah.
Exactly as I say or I blow you
against that fucking wall.
Right?
Now if you'd be so kind
just to step out from behind there.
Let's go.
Eh... hey.
- My hip.
- Man on phone: 911 emergency.
What's the nature of your call?
All right, son, on your feet.
Let's go, move!
(Whimpers)
- Hey, cheeky.
- (whimpering)
- No.
- Let's go.
Come on.
There's a good girl.
Crawling under there
isn't gonna help you.
Doing what you're told might.
There, it's all right.
You'll be fine.
Right, mobiles, watches,
and wallets
into the bag provided by
my associate here.
Now, I know you're all scared
and that's a good thing.
If you're scared, you're a lot less
likely to do something stupid.
Because if you're thinking of
doing something stupid,
I guarantee you will regret it,
but only for about the half second
it'll take me to turn,
aim in your general direction,
and pull the trigger.
I have no more desire
to be here than you do.
So if everybody does what I say,
when I say it,
things will go a lot smoother.
(Gate buzzes)
- I didn't think you'd come.
- Me, either.
I promise everything's
gonna be different now.
We're gonna pick up Bonnie,
is that okay?
Yeah.
- It's just--
- I know what you're thinking.
I couldn't get it done before
and how am I gonna be able
to get it done now, is that right?
Are you gonna take
responsibility, you know?
Are you gonna be there
when we need you?
I made mistakes
and I paid for them.
But I know
what's important now.
You don't have to worry.
I promise
I won't ever break into
another car again.
I have an ultrasound appointment
today if you wanna come.
You kidding me?
Try and stop me.
Oh, shit.
I'm supposed to meet Patrick's friend
for this job interview.
Woman: That's all right.
If you can't make it, you can't make it.
- It's not a big deal.
- No, screw it. I can reschedule.
- I'm coming with you.
- (body thuds)
Man:
Are you fucking blind?
Watch where you're going,
you stupid cow.
Not you, Bill, another cow.
Wait, what are you doing?
You just got out
five minutes ago, please.
It's not worth it.
(Sighs)
I'm sorry.
Hello!
Jesus, Bonnie,
what are you trying to do to me?
Bonnie: I'm sorry!
I'm just so excited!
How does it feel to be out
in the big, wide world?
- It almost feels safer on the inside.
- Yeah, right.
I hear those communal showers
are really tough
- on the good-looking boys.
- Okay.
- Really?
- Come on.
What's the deal here? You living in
a hotel? What are you, big time now?
My apartment is flooded,
so I'm staying here till they fix it.
- So what's next?
- Dropping you off at the next corner.
Oi, what'd I tell ya?
Nigel, keep a lookout for us.
Now, who's in charge here?
Eh? Who runs this place?
I do, I do.
Oh, you are a proper geezer.
There's a safe in the back.
Take me to it.
Register's open,
a lot of cash.
Why don't you just take it,
get the hell outta here, huh?
- (Grunts)
- (screams)
I'm not gonna tell you again.
Either you can walk me to that safe
or I can blow your legs off
at the knees
and you can crawl there.
The safe is back in the office.
After you.
- Go on!
- Yup.
It's all yours, Bill.
- There it is.
- Open it.
Today, you mug-
Back away.
That, you cheeky bastard,
is not the safe I'm looking for.
Where's the cash safe?
I don't know
what you're talking about.
(Groans, 989$)
if at some point I've given you
the impression that I don't know
exactly what's going on
around here,
or that I'm some thick cunt
you mess about, I apologize.
Now, where's the safe?
The real one.
The one that says you get
to keep your good fucking leg.
Open it.
- Can't do it.
- Excuse me?
I can't open it.
It's on a time lock.
I can't open it until midnight.
That's God's truth.
Fuck.Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck!
Keep an eye on 'em.
What's going on?
It was meant to be a quick in and out.
Safe's on a time lock.
Fuck off.
Are you sure?
Well, it says time lock
on the door, so, yeah.
I'm pretty fucking sure.
- What time's it set for?
- Midnight.
Midnight.
I suppose that's why
he told you to pull this
at two minutes before
fucking midnight.
It's 30 minutes away.
What do you want to do?
- We're gonna sit tight. Wait it out.
- You're joking.
I'm not leaving
without emptying that safe.
And what happens
if someone comes in?
- Like who?
- Like customers.
We keep the doors locked,
put the closed sign up.
It's not exactly
brain surgery, is it?
This is not what we planned.
If you've got a problem, Bill,
trot on. I'll have your share.
30 minutes.
Okay.
And then we're out.
It's okay.
- We've got trouble.
- What now?
- Cops.
- How many?
Who gives a fuck?
A fucking cop, we gotta go.
- Nigel: There's only one.
- What's he doing?
Singing fucking show tunes. he's a cop.
We gotta get outta here now.
Nigel: He's standing outside
his cruiser smoking a fag.
Cops come in here all the time.
It's a diner.
Right.
Then let's give him
the warm and friendly fucking
"Be Brite" experience then,
shall we?
It's business as usual.
You and you
back behind the counter.
- What?
- Chef and your mates,
back in the kitchen.
Let's go.
And to all you nice people,
back to your dinner.
Back to chitchat,
back to coffee,
whatever it is that
you'd normally be doing
if I wasn't here
fucking up your day.
On your feet,
back to your tables.
I can't do this.
Hey, look at me.
Yes, you can.
Derrick:
Let's go! Come on!
- Come on!
- (sobbing)
Bill, I'm gonna need you
in the kitchen
in case the chef decides
to get knife-happy.
- Bill: Where are you gonna be?
- Behind the counter
- in case the old boy gets lively.
- Okay.
Oh, Christ.
Eh, Bonnie, is it?
Darling, if you're crying
when someone comes in here,
they're gonna think something's wrong.
Now, you wouldn't want someone
to get hurt, would you?
- No.
- Big smiles all around, then, eh?
- Yeah?
- Okay.
Yeah. I want him out of here
as soon as possible, understood?
Yea-- yeah.
Where you want me, boss?
- Take one of the back tables.
- Right.
No fuckin' about.
Here, here.
It's all right.
(Dog barks)
(coughs)
- (coughing)
- (bell dings)
- Hello.
- Hey, Yuri.
Good to see you, Will.
Charlie:
What do you say, Will?
Will:
Slow night, huh?
Charlie: Got kinda busy
about 10 minutes ago.
It's time to play, you ready?
I'm kinda busy right now.
You want piece of pie?
- Bonnie: Oh, pie.
- Will: Pie.
No, I just want some coffee.
Charlie:
You got it.
Will: How long that pot
been sitting out there?
I just made it-- fresh pot--
right before it got busy, Will.
More coffee?
Will: You haven't even put
any coffee in my cup yet, Charlie.
- Charlie: Damn.
- Aaron: Shit.
God damn it, Aaron.
(chuckles)
- (water running)
- Charlie: I'm not real with it today,
you know what I mean?
You want cream and sugar?
Cream.
I'll take it as it is.
So whose move is it?
Hmm, Charlie?
Charlie?
Charlie?
Whose move is it?
Your move.
It's your move, Will.
You know what,
I gotta take a leak.
Why don't you top this off again
and I'll be right back
and we'll get into the game.
Sure.
Take your time.
(Cell phone rings, beeps)
- Yeah.
- I came in like we planned,
but something's not right out here.
I think this-- this Brit,
he showed up early.
What are you talking about?
You told me there
was gonna be one guy.
Now, Charlie is giving me
signals out here
like there's
a whole crew out here.
Fuck, I told him to go in alone.
What do you mean
they're giving signals?
Are they in there or aren't they?
They're hiding from me. They're acting
like this is business as usual.
This is not what we discussed.
They were supposed to
come in, sit tight
until this played out so Yuri wouldn't
suspect that we were involved.
Now I got fuck knows
how many guys out here with guns
and they're thinking
that I'm the bad guy.
Did you even tell the Brit
that I was gonna be in here?
(Bangs)
Step out, step out of the stall.
Step out of the stall
with your hands up.
What's going on? Will?
Step out.
Get the fuck out!
Don't shoot, don't shoot.
Somebody's robbing this place.
No, shit.
Step forward.
Up against the wall.
- Who the fuck are you?
- I'm just a customer, man.
I was in here when it started.
You call 9-1-1?
Yeah, of course.
Did you hear that?
No, there's a customer
that was in the stall hiding.
He called 9-1-1.
His name is Nick.
- Davenport.
- Nick Davenport.
Did he hear everything
you just said?
Yeah.
- I'll get back to you.
- (cell phone beeps)
Dispatch: Attention, all units.
2-11 in progress...
- Shit.
- at the Be Brite Diner.
1542 Main Street.
All units report
to location immediately.
Code three.
Repeat, attention, all units.
2-11 in progress
at the Be Brite Diner.
Turn around.
So what are you
really doing here?
What the fuck
are you really doing here?
I told you, man.
I just came in to take a piss.
Don't lie to me.
All hell broke loose.
I called the cops,
for Christ's sake.
Till I figure out
what the fuck's going on,
this is going with me.
I want you to stay right here.
All right, kid?
- (Gunshots)
- (body thuds)
Friend of yours?
(Machine beeping)
What happened
after the cop got killed?
That's when things
really started to get bad.
- What the fuck's going on?
- Cop was onto us.
Found him in the toilet
with this one.
- So you just shot him?
- Yes, Billy.
That's where all the blood
came from.
- Mate--
- What do you care?
I don't give a fuck,
but I've got a funny feeling
that every other cop
in a 10-mile radius might.
Look, I've told you once already,
you want out,
there's the fucking door.
Maybe, if we're lucky,
he didn't make the call
before you got into him.
That's the spirit.
Now give our new friend here
the once-over.
I don't want any more surprises.
No, no.
No, no.
- Cell phone.
- I don't have one.
That's nice.
(Chuckles)
Almost time.
On your feet.
- I said on your feet!
- (groans)
Bollocks.
You, help him up.
Help him up.
- Charlie, come on.
- (groaning)
Come on.
Off you go, then.
Give me the bag.
Keep an eye on 'em.
Derrick:
Come on.
For your face.
You, that's far enough.
Let's go.
It's 12:00.
Open it.
(Safe beeping)
(phone ringing)
(screams)
Back up! Get the fuck back!
Back in the fucking corner!
(groaning)
What the fuck's going on
back there?!
Looks like
a fucking road accident.
Cloud...
silver lining.
- Glad you came?
- Ask me that
if we get out of here
in one piece.
Off you go, then.
- (Music playing)
- ♪ How we hold it down ♪
- Woman: Say...
- ♪ We be all around ♪
- Say aluminum.
- I don't want to.
Come on,
but it sounds so sexy.
- Aluminum.
- (giggles)
Now say herb.
Herb.
I love the way you talk.
Really?
- What about the way I--
- (door breaks open)
Don't move! Drop it!
Don't try it, asshole.
Sit down.
Get outta here.
Sorry, love.
You don't pay your girlfriend
to clean up here?
What do you want?
- I need one more favor.
- We had a deal.
You said the last time
we were done.
You're gonna be interested
in this one.
Don't look so fucking upset,
it's easy.
I just need you to get me
a hard drive with some names on it.
Names?
- What names?
- Yours amongst others.
Mine?
Yours, too, I wager.
Barnes: It's the big box of secrets
to keep everyone in line
and it belongs
to an associate of ours.
Yuri Mikhalev.
He may look like
a sweet old man,
but he runs organized crime
in Connecticut.
Behind all the rackets,
all the big jobs,
Mikhalev moving chess pieces.
That drive's his
get-out-of-jail-free card.
I wouldn't want it falling
into the wrong hands,
and that's exactly
what's gonna happen
in the next 48 hours
if the FBI raids his safe.
We've got a police informant
inside of Yuri's organization.
The FBI are gonna hit us.
It's on for the 12th,
you got that?
Barnes: I don't understand
why he's not moving the drive
and I can't ask him
about the message
because I'm not supposed
to know about it.
I think Yuri's selling us out
to the Feds.
- Is there any money in it?
- You're gonna be robbing a joint.
You get me what I need
and everything else you find is yours.
- I'm gonna need my crew.
- No, no crew.
Is that understood?
You go in alone
two minutes before midnight.
Not a moment sooner.
Billy, it's me.
I need you to give Nigel a bell.
Tell him we've got a job
for tonight.
Don't trouble your little mind
with questions, Bill.
Just call Nigel
and tell him to be ready.
- (Brakes screech)
- Oi, are you fucking blind?
Watch where you're going,
you stupid cow!
Not you, Bill, another cow.
I'll explain everything later.
Nigel:
Why aren't we wearing masks?
How many more times
do I have to fucking tell you?
It's a quick in and out.
This time tomorrow night we'll be
sipping cocktails in Costa Rica.
Why are we sitting out here at 11 :30
if we're not going in till midnight?
Well, you'll be thrilled by a change
of plans then, won't you?
- What?
- We're going in early.
- Why?
- Because our generous employer
has told me, as so long
as he gets what he needs,
we can help ourselves
to all the afters.
And seeing as though
I'm not doing this
out of the kindness
of me fucking heart,
we're going in early
and we're doing watches and wallets.
Watches and wallets.
You have seen the shithole
we are gonna rob, right?
- Yeah, what's your point?
- My point, Derrick,
is it's highly unlikely to be filled
with Rolexes
and fucking Louis Vuittons.
Who's Louis Vuitton?
A footballer?
Nigel, do us all a favor
and shut up.
Right.
Hey, what's going on?
I'm tired of being in his pocket.
We get what he wants
outta that safe,
I say there's a deal to be made.
You wanna screw the boss over?
Don't fuck the plan
in the 11th hour, mate.
(Chuckles)
Don't worry about it, Billy.
He doesn't even know you're here.
Nothing personal, mate.
(Sirens blaring)
The whole fucking force
just showed up.
(Dispatch chatter)
- It's on.
- (phone ringing)
You, Bonnie!
- Come over here.
- No.
Answer it.
(Phone beeps)
Hello?
It's the police.
Talk to them.
Bonnie Potroski.
I'm a waitress here.
He wants to know
if everyone's okay.
Yes, everything is fine.
Bonnie:
Yeah, everyone's okay.
He wants to know
how many people are here.
- (Phone beeps)
- That's enough for now.
Back to where you were.
Go on!
(Helicopter blades whirring)
I want the public at least
three blocks back from here.
Nobody gets in unless I clear it.
Looks like more rain's
on the way, sir.
Oh, perfect.
Good of you to join us.
- What's the situation?
- Perimeter's secure.
Snipers in position front and rear.
They got nowhere to go.
- Any visibility?
- No, sir.
Blinds are down
on all the windows.
So we have no idea
what's going on in there.
- Numbers?
- Barnes: Well, we're a little light
on details,
but it's a late-night diner,
so at the very least
we got the staff in there.
I spoke to Bonnie Potroski,
a waitress.
She was very scared.
Someone was telling her what to say.
- Which was?
- She said everything was fine,
but we had reports of gunfire.
It could be really
fucking messy in there.
- How many gunmen?
- We think at least two.
On top of that,
we got one of our own in there.
This squad car was issued
to Will Tompkins.
And I know him.
20-year vet, good cop.
- You made any contact?
- No, but we got a suspect.
A Nicolas Davenport.
We ran his name. He just spent
three months in County.
- You think he's involved?
- (cell phone ringing)
Maybe even running the show.
- Who's your informant?
- Stay on the phone.
One second,
I gotta take this.
Anything else I should know?
We ran the plates
on the Cutlass. It's stolen.
All right, I make every call
from here on.
- That clear?
- What's your plan?
Get them talking.
The negotiator's about to start in.
Uh-huh.
Any idea on the suspect?
There's a Nick Davenport.
Just got out of county. Registered
address two blocks from the diner.
- 2240 Lincoln.
- He got any family there?
Yeah, his wife.
Amanda Davenport.
All right, well, keep me appraised.
I want this shit cleaned up.
(Breathing heavily)
It's okay, baby.
Here you go.
Direct line's right here, sir.
(Car horn honks)
(phone beeps)
(phone ringing)
Just like last time.
Find out what he wants.
(Phone beeps)
- Hello?
- With whom am I speaking?
- This is Bonnie.
- Bonnie, this is Jeff Porter.
I work with the police department.
This phone is a direct line to me now
whenever you pick it up.
I need to talk to
whoever's in charge in there.
He wants to talk
to whoever's in charge.
He says he doesn't wanna talk.
Porter: Tell him I can't give him what
he wants unless he gets on the phone.
He can't get you what you want
unless you talk to him.
- I'm listening.
- Porter: My name is Jeff Porter.
- What's your name?
- Derrick: Look, the only thing
you need to understand is that
unless I get your full cooperation,
I'm going to redecorate the insides
of the Be Brite Diner
with pints of blood.
(whimpering)
You have my full cooperation.
I wanna give you what you want
so nobody gets hurt, okay?
I wanna make that really clear.
I'm gonna try and help you out.
Derrick:
That's very fucking kind of you, mate.
I'm overwhelmed by
your compassion for my situation.
Porter:
We have reports of gunfire.
Is there anybody in there
that's injured?
Look, if somebody's hurt,
let them come out,
then we can do business.
There are a lot of cops out here
who like to do this a different way,
so let's help each other out.
Derrick: I'll tell you what,
as a sign of how reasonable
I'm prepared to be,
we'll let one out.
Porter:
Thank you, appreciate that.
I'll send in two paramedics
with a stretcher. Is that okay?
Uh-uh, scratch that.
We'll take her out to you.
(phone beeps)
They're sending out
an injured party.
I want a wide area
around that door.
Back an ambulance up
about 20 feet away.
Not too close.
I don't wanna make them nervous.
Getting somebody out alive
will give us a better idea
of what we're dealing with.
Let's get you geared up.
Why you tell them
we're gonna send one out?
'Cause we are.
- Which one?
- Her.
She'll do nicely.
I'm not walking her out.
I will.
I'll do it.
Oh, yeah.
You missed my announcement.
I don't want any heroes,
but volunteers are welcome.
You take her out,
you don't say shit,
and if you're not back in 30 seconds,
it's bye-bye, Bonnie.
- Are we crystal?
- Clear.
Pick her up.
I'll be back.
Man on radio:
All personnel, stand down.
Civilians exiting the building.
Stand down.
Maintain 20-foot radius.
It's over there.
Are you okay?
Talk to me.
You need to tell me
what's going on in there.
Is she all right?
Is anybody else in there hurt?
Is that your blood?
Talk to me, I'm right here.
I can give you what you need.
I can't talk to you.
Barnes:
She was going into cardiac shock.
That was Nick Davenport
and he's covered in blood.
- We gotta go in there.
- No, no. They sent someone out.
That's a start.
We need to keep talking.
I gotta remind you
there's a cop in there?
Do I have to remind you
who's in charge?
- Tompkins is my main priority.
- This is my operation, Barnes.
Trust me, we're a long way
from moving in.
Now tell me more about Davenport.
- I think he's one of them.
- Based on what?
What makes you think
he didn't volunteer to bring her out?
If you think that he was such a hero,
why did he go back in?
As far as I'm concerned,
he's a major fucking suspect.
(Dog barks)
Woman on TV: There are an unknown
number of hostages being held,
but it is believed that
there is at least one
police officer among them.
- Sources inform us...
- Oh, my God.
...negotiators are on the scene
and are attempting...
Nick was just there
to talk to Patrick.
- ...again, very sketchy information...
- (doorbell rings)
(knocks)
Hi. Mrs. Davenport?
Is this about Nick?
Yeah, I'm afraid it is. I'm gonna have
to ask you to come with me, please.
You might wanna get a jacket.
(Phone ringing)
You, come over here.
Answer it.
Tell them you've got demands
and if they don't cooperate,
the cop will be the first to die.
- No.
- Come again?
I won't do it.
- Really?
'(yells)
(phone beeps)
- Hello?
- Yeah, who is this?
I've got demands.
Specific demands.
What now?
- (Dial tone)
- Hello, hello?
Now we wait.
- What is this place?
- Just come on.
Come on.
Porter over loudspeaker:
This is Jeff Porter.
We wanna help you
with those demands,
- but we need some way to communicate.
- Well, that didn't take long.
You go out there and you tell them
we need a SUV to take us to the airport.
Once we get the SUV,
he gets four hostages.
Tell him we need a jet and a crew
waiting on the runway
fueled up and ready to go.
And once we get on board,
he gets three more hostages.
- Got that?
- Yeah.
Good.
On your way, then.
Oi, same rules as before.
Got it.
- I'm unarmed.
- So am I.
SUV and a fucking plane?
- Are you out of your mind?
- It'll buy us time.
For what?
- Plan B.
- Which is?
Soon to be revealed, mate.
Let's just let him
keep them preoccupied, shall we?
- Porter: What's your name?
- Nick.
So how'd you get involved
in this, Nick?
I'm not involved.
I just met
my brother here for coffee.
You can ask him.
Is everyone in there okay?
No, they're not okay.
Do I look like I'm okay?
They want a SUV
to take them to the airport.
When they get the SUV,
you get four hostages.
And they want a jet
waiting for them on the runway.
When they get on the jet,
you get three more.
- The rest go with them.
- I'll see what I can do.
Make sure that SUV
gets here quick.
Hey.
So we can talk.
What did you say to him?
Exactly what you told me to.
You wouldn't be fucking me about,
would you, boy?
- No.
- Good.
Oi, Bill.
I'm having a piss.
We got plainclothes
going to Davenport's house.
Pick up his wife.
And this is interesting,
the guy's brother is Patrick Davenport.
- Who is Patrick Davenport?
- Internal Affairs.
You're kidding.
Get him down here now.
He's already on his way.
(Knocks)
- Yes?
- Sorry to bother you,
I'm Detective O'Reilly.
This is Detective Creedy.
- How can I help you?
- We need to talk
- to Mrs. Amanda Davenport.
- She's not here.
- Your guy already came and got her.
- What?
- Porter.
- O'Reilly here.
We're at Davenport's house.
Her mother says some cops
picked her up about 15 minutes ago.
- They identify themselves?
- We checked with dispatch.
Whoever did this,
they weren't cops.
What's going on?
A couple of guys pretending to be cops
picked up Davenport's wife.
(Cell phone ringing)
I gotta take this.
Hey, you got an update for me?
A couple of detectives
went to Davenport's house
to bring in his wife,
but she was picked up already.
- I don't know by who.
- I've got her.
You just worry about
wrapping things up on your end.
Am I clear?
Why aren't we at a police station?
(Sighs)
Man in the Suit:
How long you've been married?
HOW long?
Almost two years.
Why don't you tell me
about the men
that your husband's
working with?
What men?
He's not working
with anybody.
Thanks.
Want some water?
I get dehydrated,
so I like a lot of water.
(slurping)
Copy that.
- Lieutenant Davenport.
- What's the situation?
Well, your brother's
up to his balls
- in an armed robbery.
- At his usual haunt
that just happens to be
owned by Yuri Mikhalev?
Come on, Barnes.
He'd never do that.
I was just here with him
45 minutes ago.
Whatever's going down here,
he's got nothing to do with it.
What are you doing
still coming to this place?
You know you can't hang out
in a diner
owned by someone
like Yuri Mikhalev.
I like it.
I know everybody.
- You lost weight.
- No club sandwiches on the inside.
Yeah, it's not supposed
to be easy.
Look, Nick,
you made me look bad today.
I know.
I'm sorry.
How do you just not show up
for a job interview?
Amanda agreed to meet me.
What, so you just blow it off?
She's my wife, Patrick.
I'm doing everything I can
to make it all work out.
I get that,
but you don't let him know,
you don't call me,
that's not the way to start.
- I've got myself a gig lined up.
- With who?
- Some people that I met.
- Some people you met.
- Some people you met in prison, Nick.
- (sighs)
I told you.
It's a legit gig, Pat.
- Jesus, Pat.
- Take it.
Thanks.
I gotta go.
- Everything's gonna work out, okay?
- Yeah.
(Towel dispenser cranking)
Well, all I know is
there's a diner being robbed
and your brother's
in the thick of it.
Of course you wouldn't understand,
because there's real police work.
As opposed to what I do?
You've ruined the livelihood
of good cops--
- men with wives, their families.
- If they're good cops,
they got nothing to worry about.
And you should stay focused
for half a minute
on getting my brother and the rest
of the hostages outta there.
The negotiator Jeff Porter,
he wants to speak with you.
Thank you so much
for coming back.
I wasn't gonna leave you
here alone.
Yeah, but you could've surrendered
out there and you would've been safe.
I figured that if Amanda
was in this situation...
that I'd hope somebody
would come back and look after her.
It's gonna be okay.
Excuse me,
I really have to use the restroom.
It's a bit messy in there, love.
You don't let people use the restroom,
it's gonna get a bit messy in here.
Nigel, take her.
Not without me.
I beg your pardon?
I don't want her
going anywhere alone with him.
(Scoffs)
Who, Nigel? That's a bit
fucking offensive, isn't it?
He's a nice bloke.
- Aren't you, Nigel?
- Yeah.
Now sit down and shut up.
That's a good boy.
(Door opens)
You all right?
What is it? What happened?
There's a dead body in there.
You know, Nick was just there
meeting up with his brother.
You wanna call him?
Yeah.
- (Phone ringing)
- Whose phone is that?
It's Charlie's private line
in his office.
On your feet now!
Come on!
- Oh, my God.
- Come on.
Answer the phone.
Answer it!
Oh, my God.
- Derrick: Come on.
- Hello?
Amanda:
Bonnie, it's Amanda. You okay?
No, they're right here
in front of me.
- Will they let me talk to him?
- It's for Nick, it's his wife.
Now why would the kid's wife
have the private line?
The cops put her up to it,
didn't they?
- Because?
- Because they think he's the mastermind
behind this whole fucking thing.
Now get him in here.
- Go on.
- That's not true.
- Nick would never--
- Shh.
Hmm, Bonnie, Bonnie.
"(whimpering)
"(groans)
You are a proper sort,
aren't you?
You've been very helpful.
Perhaps another time.
- It's your wife.
- Amanda.
- Are you okay?
- I don't know, are you?
Yeah, I'm fine, baby.
- Jesus, Nick, I'm scared.
- Don't be.
- How did you get into this?
- I'm not in this.
I was just meeting Patrick.
I would never do this to us.
I need you to believe me.
I had nothing to do with this.
Man in the Suit:
Let me talk to him.
You have a very beautiful wife,
my friend.
And I understand that
very soon you're gonna be a father.
I would very much
like to see that happen,
but I also have the power
to see that it doesn't happen.
You got 30 minutes--
30 minutes from right now
to put the hard drive
back in the safe.
You walk out of there
with everything the way it was.
Nick: I don't understand
what you're talking about.
30 minutes or your wife,
your kid, your life, done.
You understand that?
I love you, too.
- Very touching.
- Who has my wife?
The police, who else?
Come on, on your way.
(Bonnie screams)
Oh, no, don't. Don't!
We need him alive!
(Groans)
if you ever pull a stunt
like that again,
I will kill this woman.
Yeah?
Come on.
As soon as we find her whereabouts,
I wanna know, that clear?
Can I talk to you privately
for a second?
- Give me a minute.
- Got it.
What I'm about to tell you
stays between us, okay?
I just found out the Feds
have an informant in the diner.
That informant was about to come
forward with something vital
to their whole operation.
An active informant
in the diner now?
- Who is it?
- I don't know,
and they won't say.
There's fear of a leak
in the department.
They gotta protect the guy.
The wrong people
find out who he is...
well, I don't need to tell you.
(Cell phone rings, beeps)
- Matthews.
- Barnes: Hear me very fucking clearly.
The assholes who pulled this
cannot walk out of that diner.
Understood.
What about Davenport?
Same order.
We clean this up.
- Oi, where are you off to?
- I need the toilet.
- A number one or number two?
- What?
Because if it's a number two,
allow me to provide you
with a magazine to read.
What do you want me to do?
I need a piss.
Hurry UP!
(Footsteps)
Officer:
Shots fired, shots fired!
Shots fired, shots fired!
The cops are trying
to come in through the back!
Everyone stay there
and be fucking cool.
Stay where you are!
Nick, what's going on in there?
- Nick?
- Come over here.
Pick up that radio.
You tell them if they even try
to come in here,
I will execute every last hostage.
The cops are trying to come in
through the back, man.
You promised us.
People are going to die.
- Porter: It was a mistake, Nick.
- Let me talk to him.
I'm gonna straighten it out.
Stand down!
Stand down!
Nobody go near the damn diner!
Back, get back!
Get us that SUV
and get us the hell outta here!
Back where you were.
Everyone stay calm.
- All right, Bill?
- Yeah, fine. You?
Never better.
SWAT tried to go through
the back door.
- Who gave the order?
- Nobody ordered it.
I'm in full command of this situation,
you understand that?
A couple of our guys went
to take a look and got made.
It was a mistake.
Those guys don't make mistakes,
they follow orders.
If you're trying to go behind my back,
it's gonna be a fucking problem.
Oh, come on.
We're in this together.
So what's going on?
I'm guessing it's a boy.
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
Knew it.
I have four sisters,
so you learn these things.
When you carry a baby low,
like you, it's a boy.
Bet your husband,
he's happy it's a boy, I bet, huh?
Yeah.
SUV's here.
Hey, Nick?
Tell him you're gonna come out
and check the SUV.
Make sure there's no surprises.
- I'm here.
- Porter: SUV's here.
Gassed up and ready to go.
You owe me four hostages.
I've gotta check it first.
I'm coming out.
I never got to have kids.
I'm sorry to say.
I lead a very quiet life.
It gives me time
to think about things.
I have this clock at home
that always helps me think.
It's a piece of ormolu.
Did you ever hear of it?
It's golden, French, 1800s.
It's a beautiful piece, beautiful.
But guess what they call it?
A death clock.
It's got these
two pudgy cherubs holding it.
All kinds of flowers.
It's very Louis XIV.
Everything's plated with gold.
This is back
when they used mercury
to plate the gold to the brass.
These poor schmucks,
they didn't know any better.
Once a clock was plated
and perfect,
they'd heat up the clock
to burn off the mercury,
and the room that they were in
would fill with poison gas.
Their hands, clothes,
their lungs...
it was a disaster.
Everyone who built these clocks--
these beautiful clocks...
died.
The clock makers,
the apprentices,
the children.
Their whole families, dead.
You got directions
on the dashboard
to a secure gate at the airport
where they'll walk you through,
but you still can do this
another way.
Is the jet ready?
Sniper: I have a clean shot.
Waiting for a go.
There's been a short delay,
but it'll be ready by
- the time you get to the airport.
- How long?
- No more than an hour.
- That's too long!
There's nothing I can do
about that, Nick.
- The jet is not there.
- No, that doesn't work!
What's he doing?
Imagine that.
Imagine a man
mastering a craft
that he hopes
will provide for his family
only to destroy
everyone that he loves
and kills himself, too.
- Who's got my wife?
- We're trying to locate her.
Answer me.
Where's my wife?
- Amand♪s fine, Nick.
- That's bullshit!
I spoke to her,
someone's got her!
We don't know
where she is now.
Jesus fucking Christ.
We need him back in here.
Oh, I'll just skip on out there
and pull him in, shall I?
- Shut up.
- God damn it,
I trusted you.
- You lied to me.
- Patrick: Nicky, Nicky, Nicky,
- Stand down!
- Stop!
It's pitiful to think about.
So...
I just sit
staring at my clock.
Do you think before the end,
before his last breath,
the clock maker
had any idea
he was killing himself
and his family, too?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Nick.
You wanna help these people?
You go in there and you end it
or someone's gonna die.
We have a direct threat.
Take him out.
No, no, no!
Bonnie:
Oh, God! Nick!
(Shuddering)
Barnes: Bravo Team,
you're clear to take the back door, go!
Nigel: Stay down!
Everyone, stay down!
Stay down! Stay down!
Derrick, what's plan B?
This.
Derrick?!
Derrick?!
- (Screams)
- Sorry, mate.
- Nigel: Derrick?!
- (gunshot)
Let's go, let's go, let's go.
Derrick, please!
Put your gun down!
Put your gun down!
Freeze!
Let me see your hands!
(Gunshots)
- Are you okay?
- Yeah.
I'm fine.
One of them's in the kitchen.
He's got a hostage. Go!
- Clear.
- Clear.
Keep your hands
where I can see them!
Move it, move!
- Clear.
- Clear.
They're killing the hostages!
Get in there, go!
Hurry!
Nick, Nick.
What is going on with Amanda?
Tell me what you know
and we'll find her.
Nick? Nick, talk to me.
Nick?!
(Tires screech)
Hey, that was
a hostage you shot,
for Christ's sake.
(Bell dings)
Barnes:
Officers, I'll finish this up.
Wow, Yuri, that was quite a fucking mess
we had on our hands there.
It was three Brits
that came in and did this!
Yeah, and Davenport
was the ringleader.
Your man has his wife.
That kid?
You've got shit for brains, Barnes.
- He wasn't behind any of it.
- What?
Give me your phone.
(Touch-tones beep)
(phone rings, beeps)
- It's me.
- You okay?
Davenport's not our guy.
He's just a pawn.
Whoever pulled this
got the drive.
Find him.
What do you want me to do
with the wife?
- Unit three, do you copy?
- Man on radio: Go, three.
Did anyone come out
the back of the diner?
Man on radio:
Uniform they had hostage. Nobody else.
Do you have eyes
on that individual now?
- Man on radio: Negative.
- Fuck it.
Tell them to check
the bathroom.
- Check the bathroom.
- Man on radio: Copy that.
We've got what appears to be
Will Tompkins' dead body here.
He's got no shirt.
Repeat, he's got no shirt.
The uniform that went out
the back was our perp.
Find the son of a bitch.
We'll get him, Yuri.
We'll get him.
(Siren blaring)
Dispatch:
All emergency responders,
diner suspect at large
driving a black and white.
- Vehicle ID: PD fleet two...
- (machines beeping)
Man in the Suit:
You understand this.
You got 30 minutes-- 30 minutes
to put the hard drive back in the safe
or your wife,
your kid, your life, done.
Oh, no, no, no. Come on.
You gotta be fucking kidding me.
Watch where you're going,
you stupid bitch.
You hear the siren?
Are you fucking deaf?
Oi, are you blind?!
Watch where you're going,
you stupid cow.
Get off your cell phone, lady.
There you go, there you go.
Hey, man, come back!
Mike, he just ran out!
Turn around.
Call everyone.
I want the bastard
who took the hard drive.
(Cell phone rings, beeps)
- Hello?
- Derrick: All right, Barnes.
I've got your hard drive,
but now it's gonna cost you.
- Who is this?
- Who's this?
- (Dog barking)
- Who the hell are you?
You're the one who's got Lieutenant
Barnes's phone, but you're not him.
You're speaking to Yuri Mikhalev.
That's my drive you've got.
Well, then this might be
both of our lucky day.
Mrs. Davenport, it's over.
Time to go home.
(Tires screech)
(siren blaring)
Easy, mate, easy.
Charlie was my friend.
He bled to death in his own office.
I knew him 30 years.
You're that fellow with the fancy watch.
- Yuri Mikhalev.
- (laughs)
Christ.
If I would have known
it was you in there all night,
I would've watched me
Ps and Qs.
I should kill you right now.
You could do that,
but then you'd never see
your precious hard drive again, eh?
Baby, I promise this is the last car
I'm ever breaking into.
As for your friend Charlie,
my condolences,
but I lost two of my colleagues
in that royal fuck up.
(grunting)
It's not me you should blame,
it's Barnes.
I am.
I did.
Man in the Suit:
Boss, Barnes got the message.
(Silenced gunshots)
Unless you want to join him,
you better give me the drive.
Money first.
- He probably left it in the car.
- Happy hunting.
Do you think I'm fucking stupid?
How do I know
you didn't make a copy?
I barely had enough time
to ditch the cruiser
when I got out of that diner.
Who do you think I am,
Harry fucking Houdini?
Oi, the money's light.
This is the best I could do
on such short notice.
Who do you think I am?
Harry Houdini?
Hey, tell your dog
to put that piece away.
This is a family establishment.
We don't want
any unnecessary attention.
Put it away.
Barnes thought
you made a deal with the FBI.
- He thought you sold him out.
- Barnes was an idiot.
A lot of people suffered
because of your actions tonight.
My men almost executed
the kid's wife.
They were an unlucky couple.
Wrong place at the wrong time.
- What'd you do with 'em?
- The girl has been released
and now the police know
Davenport had nothing to do
- with what happened at the diner.
- Ended up all right, then, didn't it?
By the way,
I am that fucking stupid.
(Chuckles)
Right.
Here's your hard drive.
(Screams)
(screaming)
I told you
I didn't want any heroes.
(Siren blaring)
Man in the Suit:
A lot of people are dead
or will go to jail
because of that drive.
(Machine beeping)
Why don't you tell me about
the gig that Charlie gave you?
I-- I just had to give
a message to somebody.
We know who you went to see.
It's on for the 12th,
you got that?
A friend of mine said
that the police were all excited
about hearing something
that was on for the 12th.
- So?
- There was nothing on for the 12th.
There was no FBI sting.
That was just a test.
We knew someone was giving
information at the diner,
we just didn't know who.
It was you.
You're the fuckin' rat.
Charlie:
The FBI are gonna hit us.
I want you to tell 'em
it's on for the 12th.
Man in the Suit:
Unfortunately for my boss,
once Barnes got the message,
he got paranoid
and set in motion
the clusterfuck at the diner.
- (Silenced gunshot)
- (flatlining)
Thought I'd find you here.
Come in,
I want you to see something.
Come on, come on!
Huh?
- What do you think?
- Hey.
It's not bad.
It's not bad at all.
Thanks for doing this.
I forgot how handy
having you around can be.
Sorry I doubted you, man.
Recovered as evidence.
Try not to lose it this time.
That hard drive you gave me
is gonna do a lot of good.
You're in the clear, Nick.
I pulled some strings.
Thank you.
- I'm gonna get going.
- Hey,
any lead on the guy
who took me?
No, but we'll get him.
I'll see ya.
Back to work.
- Those are screws.
- I know.
- I knew that.
- Ta-da.
Nick:
Springs.
♪ 'Cause when I'm with you ♪
♪ Nothing could be so cool... ♪
(Music playing)
♪ As rumor has it still ♪
♪ I followed the rules
of Frank and McNeal ♪
♪ So catch me if you can,
there ain't people when I take off ♪
♪ Check me when I land,
white-collar mischief ♪
♪ Never been caught,
so if money's on your mind ♪
♪ Nigga, hold that thought ♪
♪ Daydreaming of a mil,
but plottin' the same fortune ♪
♪ I think, "Make it rain,"
or maybe I'm brainstorming" ♪
♪ Young gettin' busy on his own
like an orphan ♪
♪ My sentence-skillful ways
equal self-made endorsements ♪
♪ Damn, Mr. Commodity,
you are such a lottery ticket ♪
♪ Making these rappers
seem sorry, apologies ♪
♪ Somebody gotta do it,
I guess it's gonna be moi ♪
♪ I'm in a foreign Maserati,
please say au revoir ♪
♪ Yeah, life's a bitch,
Money made it up ♪
♪ Every now and then I like to
cheat on her with Lady Luck ♪
♪ Push come to shove ♪
♪ Come to shove ♪
♪ Push back ♪
♪ Push back ♪
(Music playing)
♪ Tell them I ain't going
out like that ♪
♪ When push come to shove ♪
♪ Come to shove ♪
♪ Push back ♪
♪ Push back ♪
♪ We ain't gotta take that,
homie, homie ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down, homie, homie ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Feet on pavement,
grind time blisters ♪
♪ Entertaining the idea
that I can get richer ♪
♪ Corrupt moves,
can't explain it all like Clarissa ♪
♪ But it's a reason
for my motives I deliver ♪
♪ Gucci bag straps
is becoming my enigma ♪
♪ I'm too old for swag,
I'm focused on my charisma ♪
♪ Saying, "Yo, why you talking
like them white folks?" ♪
♪ I say, "I'm just shaking hands
with the right folks" ♪
♪ Clocking overtime
with the same clothes ♪
♪ What time you off work?
when the bank close ♪
♪ I dated females with issues
that I'm to blame for ♪
♪ I've fallen victim to the emotions
that I ain't show ♪
♪ Close knitted to
the cost of success ♪
♪ Some call it being confident,
I call it being blessed ♪
♪ Just a minute,
let me get it off my chest ♪
♪ See, I'm coming for what's next,
y'all niggas can have the rest, wait ♪
♪ When push come to shove ♪
♪ Come to shove♪
♪ Push back ♪
♪ Push back ♪
♪ Tell them
you ain't going out like that ♪
♪ When push come to shove X
- ♪ Come to shove♪
♪ Push back ♪
♪ Push back ♪
♪ You ain't gotta take that,
homie, homie ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down,
homie, homie ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
♪ Get down ♪
(Music playing)
♪ Standing on the stage
of irrelevance ♪
♪ Pretending not to notice
this white elephant ♪
♪ Taste the disconnect
that leaves you feeling separate ♪
♪ Is this who you are?
machines and programs ♪
♪ Ignorance ♪
♪ I'm standing in the face
of the irrelevance ♪
♪ But I refuse to hide behind
this white elephant ♪
♪ I rise against
and I will not be settling ♪
♪ For the bullshit
that they call intelligence ♪
♪ The things they do
have salted me ♪
♪ The seeds that you
have fed to me ♪
♪ They will not
be injected in me ♪
♪ They will not be
represented by me ♪
♪ Me, just try me ♪
♪ You ask me who am I,
but who are you? ♪
♪ Who am I,
but who are you? ♪
♪ You ask me who am I,
but who are you? ♪
♪ Who am I,
but who are you? ♪
♪ I know you want
to prick me ♪
♪ But you are not the one
to create me ♪
♪ The eternal definition
of who I am ♪
♪ Can't be taken away,
so I stay ♪
♪ I need to be the one
with the one soul ♪
♪ I need to be the one whose mind
will not be controlled ♪
♪ And it's to be the one
who rise above ♪
♪ I am the individual ♪
♪ Let go♪
♪ You ask me who am I,
but who are you? ♪
♪ Who am I,
but who are you? ♪
♪ You ask me who am I,
but who are you? ♪
♪ Who am I,
but who are you? ♪
♪ Look in my eyes ♪
♪ Feel alive ♪
♪ Your truth inside ♪
♪ Alive... ♪
♪ Alive ♪
♪ Alive ♪
♪ You're alive ♪
♪ You asked me who am I,
but who are you? ♪
♪ Who am I,
but who are you? ♪
♪ You ask me who am I,
but who are you? ♪
♪ Who am I,
but who are you? ♪
♪ Who are you? ♪
♪ Who are you? ♪
♪ Who are you? ♪
♪ Who are you? ♪
♪ Who are you? ♪