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I hate that Mickey Mouse bastard. I hated his father, and I hate Sonny, too. Always with the tan. | What do you want to do? |
What do you want to do? | Our people out there, they good people? People in the right place? |
Our people out there, they good people? People in the right place? | The best. |
The best. | Sonny's a fuckup. If he pulls this off, fine--life goes on. But if the cops end up with those disks, we cut our losses. |
Sonny's a fuckup. If he pulls this off, fine--life goes on. But if the cops end up with those disks, we cut our losses. | I understand. |
I understand. | I want a message sent: No fuckups allowed. |
I want a message sent: No fuckups allowed. | I'll make the call. |
Mars, watch the cops! Kevin! Watch the back of the house! | You won't die if you let me help. |
You won't die if you let me help. | Bullshit! |
Bullshit! | But if you stay in this house, I can promise you this -- |
But if you stay in this house, I can promise you this -- | <u>Shut up! Shut up and get on the floor</u>! |
<u>Shut up! Shut up and get on the floor</u>! | You can't imagine the fucking you're going to get. |
Try to act cool, okay? He's gonna think you're a dick. | Robbing this place is gonna put you back in prison. |
Robbing this place is gonna put you back in prison. | Not if they don't catch us, Kevin. |
Not if they don't catch us, Kevin. | We got jobs, man; we're working. Why even take the chance? |
We got jobs, man; we're working. Why even take the chance? | Because if you don't take the chance, you're already dead. |
Someone should stay with Mr. Smith. What if he wakes up? | That's why we tied him, dumbass. Now come here and see this -- |
We're cool. | Let me speak to Mr. Smith. I want to hear it from him. |
Let me speak to Mr. Smith. I want to hear it from him. | Fuck you. I'm running this shit. You talk to me. |
Fuck you. I'm running this shit. You talk to me. | How about your two friends? You don't have a man dying in there, do you? |
How about your two friends? You don't have a man dying in there, do you? | They're fine. |
Now I understand. That helps. I can make them understand that. | Okay. |
Okay. | Let me come get him. |
Let me come get him. | Fuck that! You bastards will jump me! |
Fuck that! You bastards will jump me! | If you won't let me come in, then put him outside. |
If you won't let me come in, then put him outside. | You'll cap my ass as soon as I step out the door! |
You'll cap my ass as soon as I step out the door! | You've already helped yourself once, Dennis; be smart again. If you save his life, it'll help when you get to court. |
That's right. That's a good idea, Mars. | Find something: Extension cords, rope, wire--we'll have to tie them tight. |
Find something: Extension cords, rope, wire--we'll have to tie them tight. | Find something, Kevin. Don't just stand there. And tie this bastard, too. I don't want him waking up and goin' Rambo on us. |
What the fuck is that? | They'll cut the power. |
You mean he <u>left</u>, as in went out the front door? | I overheard him with the girl. |
I overheard him with the girl. | <u>Shit</u>! That <u>fuck</u>! Even when I want to turn myself in he screws it up! Did he take the kids with him? |
<u>Shit</u>! That <u>fuck</u>! Even when I want to turn myself in he screws it up! Did he take the kids with him? | I don't know. |
I don't know. | Jesus, get upstairs and find out! If he took those kids, we're fucked! |
How did you get this number? | Mr. Jones is dead. So are two of his men. The other three are in jail. I have the disks. I have Walter Smith. And you know what, you motherfucker? I have you. |
Mr. Jones is dead. So are two of his men. The other three are in jail. I have the disks. I have Walter Smith. And you know what, you motherfucker? I have you. | I have your fucking family. Don't forget that. |
I have your fucking family. Don't forget that. | I also have a couple of million in cash. Call Sonny Benza. Ask if I can keep it. |
No one's coming. | That big asshole nailed my windows. |
That big asshole nailed my windows. | Mine, too. |
Mine, too. | We can use the crawlspace to get downstairs. Then we can run for it. |
We can use the crawlspace to get downstairs. Then we can run for it. | No! I'm not going to leave Daddy with them! |
I want to know what in hell you're doing. | I'm looking for you. I need your tactical unit. |
I'm looking for you. I need your tactical unit. | I'm not stupid! You can't get out of here fast enough, then you take back command; you agree to wait on Smith, then you risk everything in a stupid stunt to get him out -- |
I'm not stupid! You can't get out of here fast enough, then you take back command; you agree to wait on Smith, then you risk everything in a stupid stunt to get him out -- | Don't question me, Captain! This is <u>my</u> crime scene! |
Don't question me, Captain! This is <u>my</u> crime scene! | -- then when you get him, you damn near assault the man in the ambulance! <u>What</u> <u>is going on</u>? |
In a few minutes the white phone is going to ring. So let's get our shit straight before that happens. | You used to be a cop. All of you used to be cops. I can tell by the way you move. |
You used to be a cop. All of you used to be cops. I can tell by the way you move. | Don't worry about what we used to be. |
Don't worry about what we used to be. | How do you people expect this to work? The Sheriffs have a Crisis Response Team here. |
How do you people expect this to work? The Sheriffs have a Crisis Response Team here. | What's my name? |
What's my name? | What? |
What? | I asked you my name. You just saw my commission slip. What's my fucking name? |
I asked you my name. You just saw my commission slip. What's my fucking name? | Special Agent Jones. |
Special Agent Jones. | Think of me that way and you won't fuck up. I'll handle the Sheriffs. |
We've got to get those kids out of there! | Not until the man calls. |
Not until the man calls. | Those kids are in there with a fucking psychopath! He <u>kills</u> people! |
Those kids are in there with a fucking psychopath! He <u>kills</u> people! | They've been in there all day. |
Don't just fuckin' sit there, dumbass. Do you understand? | What do you want? |
What do you want? | These guys are going to take hold of you. Don't freak out. It's for your own good. |
I guess we each have something the other wants. | I guess we do. |
I guess we do. | My people are good to go. You know who I mean? |
My people are good to go. You know who I mean? | Your phony FBI assholes. |
Your phony FBI assholes. | We're almost home, you and me. Keep your shit together. This isn't L.A. |
We're almost home, you and me. Keep your shit together. This isn't L.A. | What do you mean by that? |
What do you mean by that? | You don't want another dead child on your conscience. |
Congratulations, Colonel. You have saved us all. | Congratulations. You should spit in my face. |
Congratulations. You should spit in my face. | Excuse me, Colonel. |
Excuse me, Colonel. | We think you are dirt, less than dirt, worthless. |
We think you are dirt, less than dirt, worthless. | I don't understand. |
I don't understand. | Don't bullshit me, Paul. You're the smartest man here. You have them all eating out of your hand. You'd own this fucking hotel, except for one thing. |
Holy shit! Holy shit. | What is it? |
You fucking see that! | Oh my God! |
Lets go, Jock. | Go! What the fuck sort of journalists are we, running from a war? I'm ashamed. Are you? Well, are ya'? |
Go! What the fuck sort of journalists are we, running from a war? I'm ashamed. Are you? Well, are ya'? | Youre drunk. |
Paul, how the hell are ya'? | I am delighted to see you, Mr. Daglish. |
I am delighted to see you, Mr. Daglish. | They moved you from the Diplomat? |
They moved you from the Diplomat? | Promoted. House Manager. |
Promoted. House Manager. | Good for you. We're having a little trouble, Paul. We booked five rooms, but... |
This is a Rolex, I can't take it. | Take it for Christ sake. I wish it was a fucking aeroplane. |
Take a bow, Steven, you've outdone yourself tonight -- scared holy hell out of even me. | If that's the fact, Price, okay, you've had your fun -- now open the goddamn -- |
It's not, baby. Just a matter of minutes now, before somebody pulls the trigger -- | -- but nobody has yet, Donald. They just haven't been brought to that breaking point. They have to believe proof-positive that their lives are in danger. |
-- but nobody has yet, Donald. They just haven't been brought to that breaking point. They have to believe proof-positive that their lives are in danger. | How much more do they need than your death at his hands? |
How much more do they need than your death at his hands? | But they didn't see it happen, they still have doubts. What we need is another body, and Steven's bloody hands right next to it! |
But they didn't see it happen, they still have doubts. What we need is another body, and Steven's bloody hands right next to it! | And how the hell are we going to do that? |
And how the hell are we going to do that? | Okay: this may sound crazy, but -- |
Jesus H. Christ! | Oh dear. |
Oh dear. | If you don't calm the hell down I'm gonna strap you in for electro-shock! |
Oh, for chrissake -- | -- uh, excuse me, just one quick question? How long before this damn thing unseals itself? |
Upstairs, too. Come with me, I'll show you another body, a friend of mine named Schecter -- | -- what was he doing here? |
-- what was he doing here? | Running all the bells and whistles we set up to scare hell out of everybody -- |
Yeah, what the hell, I'll go. | Yeah, me too. |
You're totally full of shit, aren't you? | You'll never know 'til you walk through that door! |
Uhhhh... | What? |
What? | Okay -- I'll admit it: I'm totally, clinically insane. But I'm still the only one who actually got a check tonight. It's yours -- if you just get me the hell out of here now. |
What the hell good is fixing that gonna get us? | An answer, I hope: exactly what -- or who -- Melissa was taping. |
An answer, I hope: exactly what -- or who -- Melissa was taping. | And then where are we? |
I was upstairs with Eddie -- | -- that's the fact, bud -- |
-- that's the fact, bud -- | -- where the hell were you? |
Holy shit! Now we know how the guest list was made up. Look, these names... Head Nurse, Ruth-Ann Stockard... Bjorn Jensen, Electro Therapy... Jasper Marr, Thomas Steven Price... They're all here! | Wait a minute... What are you saying? |
Wait a minute... What are you saying? | Everyone that was invited is related to one of the staff who was here when the place burned. There are five of us... |
I knew this whole place'd be pure gold! Pritchett, point me in the direction of the goddamn ghosts! If I can get something bizarre enough on tape, I think I can parlay it into getting me some kind'a Robert Stack "Unsolved Most- Wacked-Out Home Videos" gig. No more five afternoons a week of sex-change- Nazis-and-the-les... | You've got your own TV show? |
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