Hunters (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Shalom Motherf***er - full transcript

Hello?

Millie Morris?

Who is this?

Look outside your door.

Who the fuck is this?

Merry Christmas.

- Hmm.
- Should we tell the others?

Tell the others? No.

No.

This is from the Shlieffle file.

They deserve to bloody know
what happened here.



What, then? You didn't hear me?

I wasn't clear?

They will know
when I need them to know.

Not before.

We'll salvage it all.

Now get back to work.

One more, Safta. Please?

Tell me the one of you and Saba.

- Again, kindelah?
- Please?

Okay.

But then, bedtime.

I mean it, Jonah.

Once upon a time,
there was a princess.

And she loved to laugh and swim
with her sister Chava.



And then, one day,
a scary wolf king came

and he captured her
and her sister

and he took them
to his fortress in the forest.

And he kept them there
for a very long time.

And then it was
no more laughing,

there was no more smiling

and not even enough food
for everybody.

One by one, the wolf king's
army took away

all the other prisoners,
even the princess's sister,

until no one was left but her.

And once she was alone,
that wolf king

tried to win her heart
by giving her gifts,

but she wouldn't take
nothing from him.

And she just grew sadder
and sadder and more lonely.

But then, one day,
some fairy helpers appeared.

- - And
the wolf king was so afraid

that he ran away
and no one saw him ever again.

And then, she saw him,
a brave green knight

who was the leader,
the king of the fairy helpers.

- Saba.
- That's right, Jonah.

He nursed her back to health
and he promised to protect her

and take her to a land where
the wolf king would never go.

And she knew that he loved her
and she loved him.

And he's in heaven with Mommy?

Yes. And I'm here

with the best present ever.

- Me.
- That's right.

Her sweet little boy Jonah.

The end.

And now, it is shluffy time.

- Love you.
- I love you.

So your safta kept

a Jew necklace she said
your grandpa gave her.

And Meyer said he traded
his back in the day

to get his dick wet.

Hardly proves he's your gramps.

My whole life, I was told
this guy was my grandfather.

His name's not on my mom's
birth certificate.

It's blank,
like a fucking Mad Lib.

And Mindy, she said
that my safta and Meyer

had a "complicated"
relationship.

What's more complicated
than, u-uh,

knocking someone up and bailing?

Do me a favor. Quit crying like
you're a junior mitzvah scout

at Camp Kinder Ring
and just call him already.

We got más grande shit
on our plato, hombre.

Like this día de... doom.

So let's get in there
and find what we can.

If The Ghost worked for the Army
under the name Timothy Randall,

this place has got
to have a file on him.

And you're not calling anyone.

All you're gonna do
is sit your ass in this van

and keep the engine running.

Sweet. Yeah. I'm the wheelman.

You're not the wheelman.

You're the guy who waits
in a parked car

and makes sure no one takes it.

Yeah, I'm the f...
fucking wheelman.

O-Oh.

Couldn't have lifted
those sanctions

without you, Mr. President.

Biff has got something
up his sleeve.

I know it.

You've still got a marker
with our friend at The Post.

If Biff's hiding something,
she'll find it.

She can dig up anything.

Make the call.

He has to eat, too, doesn't he?

Why? He's gonna die anyway.

Hmm?

But he has to live
long enough to suffer.

You said it yourself.

And I meant it.

He's gonna die a horrible death.

He's gonna pay
for what he did to Aaron.

How?

H-How?

You know, 34 years I've been
dreaming about this day,

but I-I... I never got that far.

My ex stopped bringing
the kids around.

Guess they got tired of hearing
their dad scream at 3:00 a.m.

That's when I knew
I needed help.

- So I started going to therapy...
- You know I love

a good circle jerk,
but this shit is a snoozer.

Records room is down the hall.

Just wait for the right moment.

We wait any longer
and we're gonna be Sieg-heiling

in front of the Reichsfuhrer
by next week.

- Who's up next?
- I'll go.

What brought you here today?

What brought any of us here?

I'm in pain, Sarge.

Can't sleep.

Can't get Charlie
out of my head.

It's almost like I...
like I miss it.

Is that sick?

We've all been there.

Haven't we, fellas?

Ugh, I just... just want
to feel alive again.

You know? Like I did
when I was tiptoeing

through that minefield
in Khe Sanh.

Or watching that napalm strike
from a hilltop in Hue.

And the silence
we heard right after.

You know what we call that?

The deafening quiet
after our boys rain hellfire

down on Charlie
like a Louisiana deluge?

We call it the death spiral.

Hold up.

- Man, I've heard that story before.
- You'll get your turn.

We all have.

It's from Death Spiral 2.

- That's right.
- Yeah.

Got to be honest, fellas,
didn't think

anyone had actually
seen that one.

Not in this country, at least.

I'm Lonny Flash.
Thank you for your service.

Is this
some kind of joke to you?

Just researching a role,
meant no offense.

Lee Strasberg would've
done the same thing.

Man, get the fuck out of here.

There's no silence
after a napalm strike.

Just screams.

Anyone who's ever seen one
up close would know that.

We were patrolling a village
along the Mekong

when we came under fire.

VC all along the tree line.

I got separated
from the platoon.

The other guys pulled back
and my LT called in the nape.

When the smoke cleared,

there was this little girl,

maybe six, burned,

holding her arms out,
begging to be picked up.

I tried to help her.

Her skin peeled off
in my hands.

Wasn't till later I realized...

...she didn't want to be held.

She just wanted to be
put out of her misery.

And so...

...I did.

She needed a weapon.

I was it.

Thanks for sharing.

You're back
in the world now, man.

Exactly.

Don't make me regret this...

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You are a decent man.

- I can tell...
- Not another word.

I know who you are...

- Ah...
- You are the Markowitzes.

Enough!

Your boy. Aaron was his name?

- Shut up.
- You let him go.

You broke your promise to him.

Die!

Die!

Die!

Die now!
Die!

Mindy?

And the Jews

smote their enemies

with the stroke of the sword,

and with slaughter
and destruction.

They did as they wished...

No, no. No, please!

- No!
- ...to those

who...

hated them!

Your son.

He's watching.

He knows you are a murderer.

Monster!

Jesus.

Did you find anything
on Paperclip?

Okay, come on in, have a seat.

I'm poking around, Morris,
but it's gonna take some time.

And if your source
is telling the truth,

I'm hard-pressed to believe
that anyone I talk to is

gonna be forthcoming about
covering up the greatest

mass conspiracy
in our nation's history.

Hm.

We may not need them to.

That crusty white guy

is Heinz Richter, the toymaker.

- Someone was surveilling him.
- Yeah.

All this showed up
on my doorstep

with a note saying that it was
taken from Offerman's place.

Well...

They send a return address?

We need to send these good
Samaritans a fruit basket.

This is real, boss.

Judge is gonna love
hearing that.

'Cause that's what you're
asking for, right?

You want a warrant to go
after Meyer Offerman,

based on this
trove of information

that magically turned up
at your door.

I know a murder charge
won't stick,

but there's a lot more
where this came from.

Richter, the Fishers...

Offerman's clearly
working off a list.

And if we get the government
to come clean about Paperclip,

maybe we can get Offerman to.

I just need to get
into his house...

find his files, and then
I can bust this thing open.

Well, those no way you can
legally get inside his house.

Okay.

But... that doesn't mean

you can't get inside his house.

You know how it's done,
don't you?

You get creative with the truth.

You tell the judge
what he needs to hear.

And you get...

comfortable
with being uncomfortable

with your conscience.

Best agents around here,

they do what it takes.

Others put in 20 years,

get a pension.

Question is, Millie...

which one are you?

I feel like he's here.

Who?

Aaron.

I feel like he's watching us.

If he sees us, Murray,

what would he think?

That man...

robbed us.

That man...

...robbed us
of our beautiful boy.

And I'm gonna kill him.

So, this revenge we seek,

is it for Aaron?

Or is it for us?

I'm gonna do it tonight,
and it'll be done.

Whatever we do,
we do together.

Yeah.

According to his file,

Timothy Randall lives with

someone named Una Randall.

If this shit's going down today,
you really think

we're gonna find some guy
whose nickname

is The fucking Ghost?

Holed up in some
lily-white suburb

ripping silent-but-deadlies
in his fucking La-Z-Boy?

Eichmann wasn't
in some Argentinian mansion.

When they found him,
he was working in a factory,

living in a shack.

Oh, shit, we have movement.

Yep, probably our girl Una.

Mid to late 50s, blond.

Looks like it could be
his daughter.

Either that,
or Cheryl Ladd's stand-in.

Actually, Cheryl Ladd's stand-in

has tits like vanilla ice cream.

And I know...

'cause I had two scoops.

Let's go find The fucking Ghost.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm not going first.

Holy shit.

What the fuck?

Whoa!

Are you sure you want
to do that?

Who are you communicating with?

What are they broadcasting?

Doesn't look like him.

Dieter said they were

working something big.

They made biological weapons

at Edgewood.

Maybe this guy
is his test subject.

Behind his ears.

Half the widows on Rodeo
got these tiger stripes.

Plastic surgery.

Nine fingers.

This isn't The Ghost's
test subject.

This is him.

Maybe the plastic surgery
was to help him disappear.

Did you have a good time? Ja?

Don't move! Don't fucking move! Stop!

- Calm down, take whatever you want.
- Don't fucking move.

Please don't hurt us!

- Lonny! Joe!
- You're scaring him!

Stop fucking moving! Stop!

- Please!
- Hey! Hey! Hey!

- What happened?
- Shit.

- What happened?!
- She had a fucking kid

- in her arms!
- What the fuck?

What the fuck?!

Shit.

With a backswing, you'll
pull it all over the place.

Now, I'm telling you, fellas,
it's all about wrist strength.

Actually, Pete,
isn't your Kori pregnant?

Hell, you'll be
scratch in no time.

Biff Simpson.

Josie Parker, Washington Post.

I'm writing a piece
on Carter lifting

the South American sanctions.

And this one's above the fold.

Guess I'll see you fellas later.

And now, uh,

Miss Parker, is it?

You were about to ask me about

a stellar piece of legislation.

Actually, I was
gonna ask you about

your connection
to Schidler Corp...

a South American corporation?

You attended the past
three Schidler corporate

retreats... gave the keynote
at the last one.

Uh, where I convinced them
to set up shop right here.

Create American jobs.

Well, I'm impressed
with your patriotism.

But I have to ask,
what else was in it for you?

That bill was on life support,
then my source says

you bulldozed your colleagues
to bring it home.

I'd be wary about trusting
that source of yours.

Juanita is sensitive.

It affects her credibility.

Fact remains,

you're awfully cozy
with the company

set to profit most
from lifting the ban.

I got a "C" in Latin,

but I'm pretty sure if I dig,

I might find a quid pro quo.

You won't.

And I don't need the heartburn.

Juanita is old news.

F-Forget this...

and I'll give you
access to the Oval.

Hmm, you'll be above
the fold every day.

Thing is, Biff.

Carter's gonna have you
out on your ass

the second this hits the stands.

They say you Orientals
are good at math.

And this...

it isn't gonna add up
to anything good for you.

Kill the story.

We grabbed what we could.

His face was different.

Scarred up by surgery.

But I'm telling you,
it was him.

It seems The Ghost got himself

a brand-new look that
wouldn't get him recognized.

And Jonah found a music box

right next to The Ghost's
AM/FM radio.

Playing a similar
creepy-ass tune

to the one we heard
at Holstedder's.

I think I figured it out.

The code. Come on!

Murray and Mindy couldn't

crack the code
because they-they,

they didn't have the cipher...
the notes from the music box

are the exact same as
the notes from the lullaby,

only they're organized
in different time signatures.

Ten years of piano

with Nettie Zuckerman.

It's a polymeter.

This is why we found the music
box next to the radio.

The-the lullaby's in 3/4 time,

the music box is in 4/4,
therefore,

if you play them together,
they sound completely off.

But every fourth measure
of the lullaby

lines up exactly
with the music box.

Yeah, I failed "Do Re Mi" math,

so can we speak English?

The music box is the key to

understanding the code.
Murray said that

the Morse Code following
the dates was just a bunch

of gibberish, but if we only
pay attention to the parts

of the code where
the measures of the music box

and the lullaby overlap,

this is what you get.

Coordinates.

Good, good.

Thank you, Lonny.

Thank you.

All right, if the coordinates
are correct,

the targets are in Buchanan

and right by

Grand Central Station.

I've messengered that blood
sample to a friend at Columbia.

It's going to take
a few days to analyze,

but she thinks that
Joe could be right.

It's likely we're dealing
with a biological weapon.

If that's the case,
even a small amount

in a crowded area would...

If this is going down tonight,

we're going to need
Murray and Mindy.

And Roxy, too.

- No.
- Joe...

Leave her out of this.

Joe, go get her, come on.

Come on.

She may be done with The Hunt.

But The Hunt
isn't done with her.

It's an order...
you want me to say it?

I'll deal with Mindy and Murray,
all right?

Yes.

Hey, wait.

Why, uh, why weren't you
in the story?

What? What story?

My safta used to tell me
a story when I was a kid.

It was The Princess
& The Green Knight.

It was her way of telling me
how she survived the war,

how she met my grandfather.

But you... you weren't
mentioned in it.

This guy was.

This guy.

- Yeah...
- Nathaniel Heidelbaum.

- Yes.
- All right? He was one of the G.I.s

- at the DP camp.
- Yes, he was very good to her.

And to us.

- He was.
- He wasn't my grandfather, was he?

No.

No. No.

That's because you are.

Am I right?

Come on, tell me.
Tell me, please.

Y-Yes. Yes, uh...

- I am.
- Why? Why? Why?

- Why what?
- Why-why d-didn't you want me

to know who my grandfather was?

Why was it better for me
to not know that you existed?

Why lie to me?

No, no, no, no, no.
She didn't lie to you.

She lied for you.

There's a difference.

She was protecting you.

A lie, sometimes,
is a very unselfish act.

- Sometimes we tell...
- Sir.

- What?
- The FBI is here.

Put your fucking gun down now!

Stop! Stop! Stop.

Please.

Now...

...what can I help you with?

I have a warrant
to search the premises.

Right.

Baruch haba.

Fan out, upstairs.

You're with me.

I was really hoping I wouldn't
see you here, Jonah.

And where does this go?

- The attic.
- Oh, what's in the attic?

Ghosts.

Show me some ghosts.

It's, uh...
no, it's to your left.

Here.

Like I said, there's nothing
of interest in here.

Looks like there
was a fire in here.

And a recent one, too.

Yes, there was a,
uh...

what is a... oil lamp... fell.

Poof.

Led to fire...

But clumsiness, that's not a
crime, is it, uh, Agent Morris?

Meyer Offerman,

you're under arrest
for the murder of Heinz Richter.

- Hey, hey... No. No, no.
- You have the right to remain silent.

- You can't fucking do this.
- Anything you say can and will

- be used against you...
- You have no right...

- Jonah... Jonah, please.
- He's telling the truth.

- Excuse us, Jonah.
- No. They have no right to do this.

- See to your business.
- Excuse us.

How is this legal?
How is this fucking legal?

Excuse us, Jonah.

This is fucking bullshit.

I said no more
disturbances today.

There's a reporter on the line.

A Josie Parker
from The Washington Post.

Something about Biff Simpson.

Put it through.

- Katarina Low.
- This is Josie Parker from The Post.

We're doing a story
about Biff Simpson...

I see.

Uh, n-no, in-in that case,
uh, my official statement

is, uh,
Biff Simpson is a patriot.

And we at Schidler Corp.
are grateful for his service

and proud to call him friend.

No, that's all I have to say.

Thank you.

862. Yeah, we have a problem.

Uh, let me rephrase.

Simpson's got one.

Who are you? Why am I here?

Huh?

Huh? W-Who the hell
are you people?

Huh?

Your name...

Your name is Moritz Ehrlich.

You were the Kommandant

sorting new arrivals
at Auschwitz-Birkenau

on the morning
of 18th March, 1943.

You leveled your Luger
at a boy that day.

Shot him point-blank.

No. No!

Yeah, you tore him
from the arms of his father

and you shot him dead.

That boy, he was our son.

He cried so much...

I'm not the man
who did this to your child.

I saw it...

With my own eyes.

My eyes.

I am the witness.

Well, tell me you remember.

I don't. It wasn't me.

His name...

was Aaron Efraim Markowitz.

He loved riding on the horses

with his cousins from Lublin.

And watercolors.

He loved watercolors.

And music. Klezmer music.

And he liked to read...
loved to read.

Especially the stories...

...the stories about
the Seven Wonders of the World.

He loved that.

Did you know that
when you pulled the trigger?

- Nein.
- Nein.

He was a human being

w-with hopes

and dreams
and love in his heart.

And you can't even remember

firing the shot.

No... No, it's not true...

No, no, no. Mindy. Mindy.

He doesn't deserve to...
doesn't deserve,

doesn't deserve
to know our pain.

Doesn't deserve it.

Finish it already, Murray.
Finish!

Wait.

Don't shoot.

I remember now. Please.

Please.

He was auburn-haired boy

with a cherubic face
and a little scar on his chin.

- Shoot, Murray.
- I remember.

We couldn't tear him away.

Four guards tried,
but you wouldn't let us.

You held him long past
the moment of his death.

Please.

I can't do it. I can't...

Why?

Uh, no, no, no.

- Please. Please.
- Mindy.

Murray, please.

No,
stop. You don't have to do this.

Mindy! Murray!

Hello?!

Open up. It's Jonah.

- Wait. Be careful. Careful.
- Mindy.

- Careful.
- Murray.

- Come on.
- That's Jonah?

- Careful. - What's going on?
- The feds.

The feds, they got Meyer.

Someone tried
to burn down the Ark.

- Shit's going down.
- Just, just, just...

- Tonight.
- slow down.

- Start over.
- Listen, uh, I cracked the code.

The Nazis, all right,
they're going to release

a biological weapon
in the city tonight.

I-I'll get my tools.

Come on, we got to go.

Sorry if I'm interrupting.

Uh...

Yeah.

How you doing, Rox?

Hi.

You're little.

Wasn't picturing her so little.

Sweetie, why don't
you head on in?

Mommy is right behind you. Okay?

What are you doing here, Joe?

Now, I made myself pretty clear.
I'm out.

They got
a biological weapon, Rox.

That's what it's all been about.

The radios, the Red Books.

- Meyer asked me to come to you...
- Joe.

I'm not going back.

I'm not asking you to.

I'm here to tell you
that it's going down tonight.

You need to take your
little girl, leave the city.

Hey, Joe.

Thank you.

At first, Gretel Fischer

looked like she slipped
in the shower.

Until I figured out
she was gassed.

And her brother, Hans.

Died in a car crash,
but not before

someone ripped out his teeth.

And after them,
came Heinz Richter.

This one's a little sloppier,

almost as if
a teenager did it.

You take
his training wheels off?

You show him the ropes
of Murder 101?

Leave the boy out of this.

Why? You're
the one that jammed him up.

You bailed him out of jail,
took him in.

I think you taught him
how to kill, too.

You know, Jonah wanted revenge
for his grandmother's death,

and you showed him the way,
didn't you?

This is Gretel Fischer's
employment file.

And don't bother saying
that they're not yours

'cause our lab's already
comparing the prints.

This...?

Well, this sure as shit
ain't conjecture.

So let's stop fucking
with the undercard

and get to the main event.

For the sake of your career,

I suggest you set me free now.

Well, for the sake of your
old ass not dying in jail,

I suggest you start talking.

Dottie?

You will not believe
the day I had.

Why is it that every time
a woman takes a man's job,

she has to rub our noses in it?

Dottie.

Oh, no.

D...

Fuck your face.

Fuck
your face.

Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck your face! Fuck!

These documents are yours.

Now I have them.

So who sent them to me, Meyer?
Who wanted to see you go down?

Let's pretend for a moment

that all this nonsense
you're talking about is true.

Sure.

If I was really doing
what you're suggesting...

You are.

...who do you think
my enemies are?

Exactly.

And if, hypothetically,
those were my enemies,

wouldn't they want you
to have these documents?

So you could hold me here,

like you're doing right now,

while Nazis run amok.

When you interviewed the boy
at my home,

you told him he could still
choose to do the right thing.

I did.

And what about you?

Do you think you're choosing
the right thing now?

I do. It looks that way.
I'm not the one in handcuffs.

Look, all I'm saying is
it's the FBI.

Maybe we should be worried.

Meyer has been
in more difficult situations.

I'm talking
about the feds here.

- Yeah, tell me about it.
- Uch, you have a funny way of showing gratitude.

You hear me?
You hear me, you little mamzer?

Meyer took you in
when you were in need.

All right, better late
than never, huh?

You know,
and please don't tell me

that you didn't know
about him and my safta.

Because you tried to tell me
that one day

when I came to your place.

That he bailed on the woman
that he loved.

Left her alone to raise
their kid.

And when that kid died,
giving birth to me,

he stayed gone.

That whole fucking time,
my safta and I, we struggled,

he stayed gone.
So, sorry if I'm not

doing cartwheels
over finally meeting Grandpa.

'Cause fuck him.

Ever stop to think that
maybe that's what she wanted?

For Meyer to stay gone?

All I'm saying is,

you may think
you've got Meyer figured,

soup to nuts, but...

you can never really
know a person.

We wear different faces
to protect each other.

- Son of a bitch.
- What?

It's him.
It's the, it's the guy

who killed Booty.
He's heading towards the train.

- Lonny, do you see him?
- Where?

I, I don't, I don't have him.

- The subway, dammit!
- Hey!

Wait!

Fuck a duck!

These are the
coordinates. A utility plant?

What the hell do you
do with a virus at a power plant?

Let's split up and find out.

Downtown express train,
wonder where he's headed.

Hold the
doors! Hold the doors!

Una had a
bag like that at The Ghost's house.

Are you sure?

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Shit, we got to go!

Fuck!

Shit! He's getting away!
What the fuck do we do?

We have Lonny, you beautiful
mustached motherfucker.

Where's his bag?
Where's his bag?

You didn't bring me here
to charge me with those murders,

- did you?
- Why else would I have brought you here?

Because you're lost at sea.

So you parade me down here,

put on a whole production.

The handcuffs, oh.
Nice touch.

You're forcing me to spout
some nonsense

that makes your boss...
who is behind that mirror...

makes him finally
take you seriously.

Is that it?

Agent Morris?

Ah.

This is Gretel Fischer's
INS file.

And this paper clip mark
in the corner means that

there was another file attached.

One that laid out
all of her dirty,

swastika-embroidered laundry.

And you knew that.
Didn't you?

So we both know there are Nazis
here in America.

And I found them
by following this trail

of corpses that led to you.

But I promise you,

you don't have enough life left
in your old man body

to go out and murder
all the ones still out there

drinking Budweiser
and eating sloppy joes.

'Cause this thing is bigger

than a few old-timers
hiding out in the burbs.

And this paper clip mark proves

that the government was the one

who moved the Nazis in
next door.

I'm building a case,

and I want your help.

Tell me how you found them.

You're right.

This is bigger
than anyone realizes.

They're here.

They are among us.

They are communicating
with each other.

And they have plans

to attack New York City

- tonight.
- Tonight.

Tonight. Which is why
you have to release me.

You have to release me now.

- Tonight.
- Right now!

That is not convenient at all,

is it?
Will the bogeyman be there, too?

Hmm. You know,

I really thought
that you would be able

- to see the big picture.
- Yes.

Maybe a night in lockup
will help you get smart.

Remember one thing.

- What is that?
- The blood spilled tonight

is gonna be on your hands.

On your hands!

Drop your weapon.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no. Mister,

don't, don't, don't.
Don't touch... Don't touch it.

- Don't touch it. Let go.
- Hey, I found it first.

- I know.
- Hey, hey, listen, listen.

- You want some money? You want ten bucks?
- What are you doing?

- Ten bucks?
- Look,

down here, see? Scram.

That's bullshit.

- Rats.
- Are you crazy?

You never take cash
out of your pocket in a subway.

Shit.

Maybe we're gonna get lucky

and this is not gonna be...

No, it's a bomb.

Who the fuck are you?

Part of that tribe
hoping to stop us?

Such fools.

We won't be stopped.

Not by a kike or a Jap

or anyone else, for that matter.

You will never stop
Father's work.

Shalom, motherfucker.

What? No thank-you hug?

Okay, so...

Electronic detonator,

and we have dummy wires,

and, uh,
there are redundancies, too.

Wait, wait. What does that...
What does that mean?

- What does that mean?
- It means that if I cut the wrong wire,

then we're all gonna be having
a seder with the dead.

All right. You said The Ghost

was working
on biological weapons,

- right?
- Uh-huh.

No, this is just, uh...

It's just a regular...

...explosive. Hmm.

Yeah, listen, boychick,
uh, do me a favor.

All right? I want you to take

all these people here,
get them out of this car,

all the way to the back
of the train.

Wait, wait. What about you?

I'm gonna defuse the bomb
and be a hero,

- that's what I'm gonna do.
- No. No, no, fuck that.

Not "fuck that." No, no, no.

I'm gonna get the glory.
I'm gonna get the broads.

- You're gonna get out.
- No. No, no, no, no, no.

I'm not doing that.
I'm not leaving you.

Listen to me right now,
you hear me?

You take everybody now,

and you get them
out of the car, you hear?

- Gam zu I'tovah.
- Fuck that. I'm not leaving you.

This, too,
is for the good, Aaron.

Get out.

Go!

Okay, listen up!

Come on!

Let's go. Come on. I'm not gonna
take your... No, no, no, no, no!

Go this way. This way.

Go! I'm not gonna take
your fucking money. Just go.

Keep moving,

or I'll fucking blow a hole
through your head.

- Go! Keep fucking moving!
- Hmm.

Get out of here!

Next fucking car! Come on!

Hey, you're Lonny Flash!

It's not all
it's cracked up to be, pal.

Move it! Next fucking car!

Come on! Go, go, go!

Come on, hustle!
Come on, go, go, go!

I said keep fucking moving!

Go! Go! Go!

Thank you, lord.

Can you... C-Can you see...

What's your next move?

Let him sit. Sooner or later,
he'll say something.

What the hell
are you doing in there?!

What in the damn hell?

What was that?

What was that there?!

What is going on?
You know what's going on!

Let me out, please!

- Oh, hell, no, man.
- Get the fuck out of the way.

All right, already!

Bullets on Mars, right?

Underrated flick.

There's a citywide blackout.

Unacceptable.
My company's been waiting

- on this shipment for weeks.
- Lady, I told you.

I got to shut this place down.
Emergency protocol.

Well, I'm not leaving
without it.

Stay there until
the lights come back on, guys.

Help them move. Help them move!

Don't give them access
unless they got credentials.

No, you see, this cargo
still needs to be inspected

and tested by Customs.

Hope you brought a sleeping bag.

$15 million.

That's how much
they'll sue you for.

Every day the shipment's delayed

costs my company $345,000
in profits,

which is peanuts
compared to the downstream costs

our 64 corporate clients
are facing.

Who do you think
I'm gonna point them to

when they come to collect?

So, no,
I didn't bring a sleeping bag

because I'm leaving,

and I'm taking
my goddamn cargo with me.

Are the trucks loaded?

We're ready to go.

Let's roll.

Put the decals on
and you'll fly through.

Don't stop for anything.