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(Explosion thunders)

Mayor: The people who depend on us

are expecting us to make the tough choices.

Which is why, with all due respect,

I believe, in the 21st century,

it takes more than a village,

it takes a city.

And in the case of New York,

the greatest city on earth.

- (Crowd murmuring agreement)
- Woman: Yes.

- Yes!
- Man: Well said.

- That's New York!
- Mayor: Thank you.

Thank you for your continued support.

And a special thank you to Ron Skinner

for hosting this event.

Please, buy one of his apartments.

But if you don't, you can always donate

the $80 million to my campaign.

(Laughter)

Darn, I left my checkbook at home.

You know, I looked at
one of these apartments.

It wasn't for me... not enough windows.

Skinner: I think you can see
around you why Skinner Plaza

will soon establish itself

as Manhattan's preeminent
"glamortech" address,

so please, grab a blu-ray
prospectus on your way out.

And for God sakes, make me an offer.

(Laughter)

(Applause)

Carrie: Can we have another...

what was I drinking, whiskey?

Carrie, may I say how lovely you look.

Oh! Well, thank you, Eliot.

And your plus one.

Why, thank you Eliot.

I believe that's the
closest you've ever come

to delivering a genuine compliment.

Easy, Jo, it was anything but genuine.

(Chuckles)

Okay, why don't you two
just kiss and make up?

Did you guys hear the Mayor?

He insists we show up

and then doesn't even
acknowledge major crimes.

Yes, but he did take
credit for all of our work.

Ah, well, I suppose getting
a shot at Ron Skinner's

legendary Bordeaux collection is worth it.

Well, that, and these
fabulous crumbly things.

I think we should be honored

that the Mayor invited us.

"Should" being the operative word.

The truth is, you're
right... I wouldn't want

to be trapped in a room with either of them

for more than four minutes.

Excuse me. Hello?

Yes...

(Sighs)

How's life at Chez Skinner?

Carrie: There's still
hope for some excitement.

Eliot okay with Webster taking my place?

Yeah! You know how eliot
and Jo love each other.

You know, if I bail now, I could be there

in 15 minutes.

Carrie: No, you can't.

You're the groomsman, Al.

I know you want to rub
elbows with the Mayor,

but your loyalty is with
Peter and Lacey today.

Going solo to this
wedding was a big mistake.

I'd make you dance with
me if you were here.

Aw. But I don't dance.

Okay... I guess I'll just have to dance

with Lacey's sister Andrea.

Al: She's had a little crush on me

for a while, if you recall.

You remember her?

Of course you remember
her, she's beautiful.

Even I remember her.

(Phone line beeps)

Carrie?

Al is very sad that he is not
here for all the hobnobbing.

And it's killing you

that he didn't invite you to the wedding.

Not true. I don't like
weddings. And I do believe

that men and women can be just friends.

Yeah, and with hard bodies
and great hair like you two...

Oh, no, you cannot.

Uh-oh.

Oh, here comes Tom and Jerry.

You must be the crime-fighting superhero

that eliot was telling me about.

No, I'm just the coroner,
but I get that a lot.

Welcome to my building.

Ron Skinner.

Oh! Carrie Wells.

Hello.

How about the private tour?

I'd love it!

The more the merrier.

Actually, we... we're
going to get going soon.

We gotta work.

And, uh, but, we'll take a rain check.

Carrie, you... you really
should take this opportunity

to get to know one of the
city's great benefactors.

I'll take the express tour.

Great.

Ellie, you are shameless
forcing that jerk on Carrie.

The Mayor approves our budget, Joanne.

Which means he pays for those electrons

in that electron microscope of yours.

And Skinner pays for the Mayor.

- Mm-hmm. Okay. -
It's as simple as that.

That being said, go save
her in three minutes.

That man is a pig.

And this is where the
magic happens, as they say.

Is that what they say? The magic, huh?

What are you going to do,
pull a rabbit out of something?

- Hah!
- Ha, ha!

No, you are the real magician here.

Carrie: Oh, well...

Go ahead... Dazzle me
with that memory of yours.

What do you know about me?

- You don't need me...
- Please.

Show me your gift.

Okay.

Ronald Skinner,

married Olivia Francis

May 1997; divorced April 2000.

Married again in 2002,
divorced again in 2005.

Married Melody in 2009 and
divorced Melody in, well, 2009.

The Post reported the reason for

your disharmony was infidelity... yours.

Again.

Hmm.

You know, I'm on the
lookout for my next bride.

Oh!

I miss married life.

See, I think...

You miss cheating.

Fiery. I like that.

Uh-oh, careful... your neighbors will see.

Uh, no... Uh, no lookey-lookey.

I spent millions in

state-of-the-art
security windows.

Meaning what?

Meaning... I value my privacy, Carrie.

Oh.

And I think we should take
advantage of that privacy

while we have the chance.

You're lucky I'm unarmed.

(Sighs)

You... I'm gonna show you something.

But you have to promise
to keep it a secret.

All right.

Webster: $80 million for an apartment,

and I have yet to find a bathroom.

So, Joanne, Ronald here, was, um...

just finishing up his tour.

Skinner: In fact, I was...

finished.

You two can show yourselves out.

Was it something I said?

Great event.

All good things must come to an end, Ron.

Ellie and I gotta be heading out.

Quite a place you got here.

It's a little cramped.

My team's waiting downstairs.

Oh, hold on, Mr. Mayor, I'll
head down there with you.

Ellie.

Thanks. Thank you for coming.

- Woman: Nice to see you, sir.
- And you.

(Mellow muzak playing over speakers)

Really nice event, Ron.

You can cut the crap, Mike,
and tell me you'll take care of

my air rights problem in Soho.

And you know I can't tell you that.

The Board of Estimates
is up my butt on that.

Hello! Mike! I just raised a half-mil

for you in there.

You need to at least tickle my...

With all due respect... Mr. Skinner,

the Mayor has fast-tracked
every permit you applied for.

That's some serious tickling.

Aren't you the slippery one.

(Rumbling, metal creaking)

So much for the most
high-tech building in New York.

Oh, great.

He's been studying up.

Oh.

- (Gunshot)
- Man: Sit down!

That was a gunshot.

Yeah, I know the caterers
were bad, but still, this is...

My phone's completely crashed.

Well, mine, too.

We have to go see what's going on.

Carrie (Quietly): Let's go.

Eliot?

Electronic voice: Well,
hello, Mr. policeman.

What's happening?

Electronic voice: Five,
four, three, two, one...

Enjoy the ride.

(Loud bang, metal screeching)

Electronic voice: $100
million in 60 minutes,

or I drop them the rest of the way.

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Building's locked down,

security gates are lowered,
all entrances sealed.

ESU reports no sign of
security guards or doormen.

Bad guys have taken
control of the building.

And according to these records,

Skinner's the only
resident of the building.

Doesn't open till spring.

Any word from Carrie and Jo?

Most of the guests left the party.

We don't know who's still in there.

Any idea who's doing this?

We're in the dark. No visual on the perps.

(Sighs) Jay...

Who could hack into both Skinner's building

and the NYPD system?

Someone who's got skills, sophistication,

and a big set of freakin'
stones to go after the Mayor.

Dangerous trifecta,

but it gives you somewhere to start.

- All right...
- Five? Thanks.

Eliot's being held up there,

maybe Carrie and Jo, too.

We're not losing anyone today.

I'm sure she's all right, Al.

- Get down!
- You! Shut up!

You heard him... don't move!

- Man: I'm gonna stay by the door.
- Man 2: Get down!

Bring 'em in here!

Come on! This ain't musical chairs!

Sit on the floor! Sit down!

Let's go!

Come on, people! Come on!

Keep your mouths shut!

Nobody else has to get hurt.

Webster (whispering): It
looks like one of the caterers.

Shoulder wound.

Man: Security guards and doormen

are all locked up downstairs.

Ike's watching the lobby.

Look, that's an awful lot of blood.

It could be the brachial artery.

By shooting that guy, they
are saying take us seriously.

Man: Andrew's dealing with the package.

Good. Sweep upstairs for stragglers.

(Whispering): Let's go.

Eliot: Well, I suppose
getting a shot at Ron Skinner's

legendary Bordeaux collection is worth it.

Carrie (Whispering): Please
be the same as the wine cellar.

Please be the same.

- (Beep)
- Yes.

Come here. Go, go.

(Mellow muzak playing over speakers)

Who's after me, Eliot?

Please...

I'm the one they're after.

My guys get threats like this every week.

Really?

Like this? Every week?

Well, I really appreciate
you asking us over, Ron.

Okay, so, who is it, terrorists?

No, we will not negotiate with terrorists.

Oh, please. Save it for
the press release, Mike.

So, I'm just supposed
to pony up $100 million?

Okay, slow down, both of you.

We need to figure out who
we're dealing with first.

Great, no service.

Man (Over speaker): Good
afternoon, gentlemen.

Apologies for the inconvenience,
but there's business

to take care of. Mr. Skinner,

if you are indeed interested

in "ponying up my tab," as you say,

feel free to call.

There's a cell phone in
the call box that works.

And, yes, I can hear
everything you say in there.

Now, Mr. Delson, I
consider myself fortunate

you chose to ride with your two friends.

Gives me a direct line to the NYPD.

And tell me while you're otherwise engaged,

with whom would you suggest I communicate?

Lieutenant Al Burns,
he's with Major Crimes.

Thank you. Now, sit back, relax,

and I'll be with you again soon.

He better be good.

Yeah, he's good.

Al, you got a call coming in

on line two.

Al Burns.

Man: Lieutenant Burns, my congratulations.

You've been chosen by the
Mayor to be my liaison.

Must be my lucky day.

Forgive me for rushing through this part.

I can see everything outside the building,

thanks to her own cameras,

and the NYPD's vast surveillance network.

Come within 50 yards of Skinner Plaza,

and the elevator drops.

Try to breach the building,
the elevator drops.

If I see a helicopter,

sniper, anything untoward...

The elevator drops.

Very good.

Failure to follow my orders,
and all the hostages die.

You have 47 minutes to get
me my $100 million, Burns.

Hail Eris.

Jay: Hey, Al, take a look.

Reporter: At this time,

we have very little, but it appears

the entire building is being held hostage.

- We have, uh, ESU here on site.
- Now he's got the whole world's attention.

I hear word of ten

to 12 hostages.

(Phone rings)

Yeah.

Man: Number four,

what's the status of the elevator?

Yeah, everything's all set here.

Get everything set for the others.

I'll let you know when it's time.

Okay, I'm coming up.

(Phone beeps)

What the hell are you doing in here?

- (Grunts)
- Oh!

(Muttering)

No, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no.

Oh, wait.

Here,

tie him up.

(Beeps)

This won't work.

- All right, thanks.
- Okay.

ESU estimates there are
ten people in the penthouse.

I don't get it. He's got the
Mayor of New York in the elevator.

Why does he need all the hostages?

Collateral, in case we upset him.

You find anything?

Talked to the contractor.

He said Skinner's paranoia led him to build

the most secure residential
building in New York.

You can't see inside the windows
from outside, and get this,

they're protected against
thermal body imagery,

which means even snipers can't
even see inside the damn thing.

I bet he's rethinking that decision.

And apparently he's such a safety nut,

he's got cameras looking at
every inch outside the building.

It's a virtual fortress, but
there's got to be a way in.

(Whispering): Keep an eye out.

(Phone beeps)

Come on, come on, Al, come on.

(Phone rings)

Now who?

Yeah?

Al.

- Carrie.
- Yes!

Thank God. You all right?

Listen to me, I don't have much time.

There's gunmen. They may
have taken over the building.

I'm on the roof with Jo.

They haven't found us yet,

but they had ten hostages that I've seen,

and they've already shot one.

Eliot, Skinner and the Mayor
are trapped in an elevator.

The man claiming responsibility

says he's going to drop the elevator,

if he isn't paid $100
million within the hour.

What? Al, who's doing this?

We don't know,

but he's seeing everything
going on outside.

Don't, please, don't be a hero.

You're outmanned, and outgunned.

Stay hidden till we find
a way into the building.

No, listen to me, Al.

If-if you try to breach the building,

you'll get all of us
killed, I guarantee it.

(Sighs)

We're running low on time and options.

You have one option.

You have me.

You think you saw the guy in charge?

Maybe, maybe, I-I don't know.

Think, just, just think.

(Speaking indistinctly)

Two of the gunmen, they were at the party.

They were talking to a guy, Caucasian,

early 40's,

maybe six foot, bald,

he was wearing blue tinted glasses.

I'll see if we can get a
hit off of that. You lay low.

Al, I got ten hostages, four terrorists,

and three people trapped in an elevator.

I got to get them out.

I can't lay low.

They'll drop the elevator
before you get near them.

Wait, wait, wait.

What happens if we cut the power?

Right, maybe we activate the
elevator's emergency brake.

All right. I'll get on that.

Listen to me,

these guys aren't messing around.

Do what you have to, but I need you

to walk out of that building

for me.

Wish me luck.

All right.

(Beeps)

I'm running the description
Carrie passed on.

Any luck narrowing down
suspects on your end?

The voice signed off with, "Hail Eris",

customary discordian salute to Eris,

the Greek goddess of chaos,

used by anarchists and computer hackers.

"Anarchist and hackers", great.

It could be any one of the online groups,

uh, or a disgruntled military or NSA type.

And don't forget Hans Gruber.

I don't know Gruber.

- Really? Hans Gruber?
- What?

No, really, you never saw Die Hard?

- What?
- Al: What do you got?

Uh, we're thinking it's
some kind of super-hacker.

We should have an ID for you soon.

If you're looking for a hacker,

I got someone who might be able to help.

Hey, all hands on deck.

In the meantime,

we're going to kill the building's power.

ESU's going in already.

They're not moving.

We're just trying to improve our hand.

All right, kill it.

We're going to blind this guy.

(Chuckles)

Oh, no you don't.

Uh, power's still up.

Someone's overriding us.

Try it again.

(Phone ringing)

Al Burns.

Man: Cutting the power?

Yawn.

Is your strategy to bore me to death?

Just wanted to see if
you were paying attention.

You got my attention
for the next 34 minutes.

Disobey me again,

and I kill hostages.

Now give me my money.

All right.

(Sighs)

That pastry chef is going

to bleed out soon. I have got to help him.

No, it is too dangerous.

You will get yourself killed.

You stay with me.

I can do more good as a hostage,

since you work better alone.

(Sighs) All right,

but you do not antagonize the bad guys.

Jo, I'm serious.

"Antagonize"? Moi?

Uh, yes, you.

Look, all I want is for you

to get us out of here and be safe.

Oh.

You sparkle above us, I'll sparkle below.

Be careful.

- Hi everybody, did you hear fireworks?
- (Gun clicks)

Oh boy.

Kind of you to join us.

This is Tanya Sitkowsky.

Joint task force for cyber crimes.

Spent some time on the dark
side of the hacker world.

The dark side, uh...

I'm not sure I see it.

I dabbled, but it didn't take.

Okay, in your dabbling,

you ever, uh, come across this guy?

Sure, yeah, that's Alpha Omega.

Positive?

Cause I got him as Jonathan Brody,

former financial analyst.

Did nine months

on an embezzlement charge four years ago.

You're not wrong.

Do you mind?

Uh, no.

He was a suit, but only
ever really on the outside.

He studied robotics and game theory at MIT

before Wall Street snatched him up.

After he got out of jail,
he went back to his roots,

but with a decidedly anarchic bent.

Fancies himself as some sort

of visionary super-hacker.

So what's Omega's vision?

All right, here we go.

This guy has declared war,

on "the hideous
hydra-headed dragon of money

that holds the world in its jaws."

"Hideous hydra-headed." Nice.

What's a dorky mission statement

without some good alliteration, right?

I agree. It's like general Zod,

who swore to be freed forever...

from the phantom zone.

Wow, uh, you read DC?

Is there anything else?

Is this gonna be some
separated at birth thing, or...

All right.

So we know Omega

tried planting a logic bomb

in the World Bank's
collection archives last year,

and their security systems, barely held.

What was he trying to accomplish?

Chaos? That's generally his objective.

Hail Eris.

Exactly.

And, hacking banks is one thing,

but taking hostages

and threatening to kill
innocent people for ransom?

Doesn't fit the profile.

He try to do something like this before?

Not on this scale,

but he's definitely been ramping up to it.

Intelligence suggests he
was involved in the crash

of a State Department C-130

taking medical supplies into
Islamabad four months ago.

Yeah, I remember that.
The pilot reported having

massive computer systems
failure right before.

Murray: Medical supplies?

I don't get it.

Alpha Omega sees all foreign
aid as America's attempt

to extort cooperation from other countries.

He was making a point.

Okay, Jo is posing as a
hostage to help the wounded guy.

Al: Jay found out who we're dealing with.

Former banker named Jonathan Brody.

He's a nut, and his stunts

have gotten more and more violent.

If he's threatening hostages,

I'd take him seriously.

All right.

Well, it's time to get everybody out then.

I was afraid you were going to say that.

You got a plan?

Oh, you know, my usual.

I'll improvise.

I was afraid you were gonna say that, too.

Listen to me, I need you...

I need you to be okay.

Yeah. (Gasps)

Let me call you back.

All right.

All right.

Bone's been damaged,

but the artery's intact.

Give me your scarf.

This cost $900.

Really?

(Scoffs)

It's okay, it's okay.

I'm gonna need a finger here please?

Can I have a finger please?

Do something nice for
a human being for once?

I promise you can kill
him later, if you want.

(Quietly): I didn't mean that.

Thank you.

(Whispering): Okay, it's okay.

Because?

Because I'm good for it, that's why.

And you tell him that I will
come to Brunei personally,

and kick his butt if he
doesn't get back to me.

There some kind of problem, Ronald?

Eliot: I have a problem...

How can the most technologically
advanced building in the world

still have muzak in its elevators?

My portfolio is complicated.

It's not like you crack open the piggy bank

and take out $100 million.

Really?

I thought it was just like that.

Guys, this really, really doesn't help.

Nine phone calls,

and he still doesn't have the money.

You want to write the check?

Go ahead, write the lunatic a check.

You get us out of here!

Okay, that's it!

Right now, Mr. Mayor,

you get in that corner,

and you think about nice
things to say about my people

when they come save you.

And you, you get in that corner

and you get the damn money,

- so we don't all die!
- You can't talk to me like that!

- How dare you talk...
- Shut up!

(Muzak playing)

Good.

(Alarm beeping)

Abe: Sounds like a fire alarm.

Go check it out.

♪ ♪

(alarm beeping loudly)

(Grunts)

That worked.

I don't want to be a pest,

but could we have a bathroom break?

Shut up!

- Man: Yeah.
- Woman: I could go...

Do you ever hear those commercials...

(Laughing): ... about people
with a "going problem"?

That's about me.

(Sighs)

Carrie: Drop it!

Give me your weapon and stay quiet.

Now, give me your weapon.

Everyone stay quiet. Jo, take his gun.

Now you're the one with a going problem,

'cause they're all going out of here.

I want you to get 'em outta here, Jo, now.

Quiet. Everybody up.

For your information,

I have never lost control of anything.

Shoot him if he tries anything.
How 'bout you, you okay?

- I'm fine, I'll cover you.
- Okay.

Go, go, go, go, go, go. Come
on, come on, come on, come on...

♪ ♪

(lock clicks open)

Someone's on the deck.

Get out there.

Go, go, go.

♪ ♪

Alpha: So you're the pretty lady

who's caused all these problems.

We're gonna have to breach the buildings

if Skinner doesn't come up with the money.

With all those cameras,
Omega will know we're coming.

We had to override them.

We tried cutting the power

to the building, Omega was ready.

Okay.

Well, let's say we kill
the downtown power grid.

Like downtown Manhattan?

Wouldn't have any power to draw from.

Well, I mean, you're gonna
tick off a lot of people,

but, yeah, that would probably work.

It's probably our only choice.

Whoa, whoa, hold on guys.

We turn the power grid off,

that's exactly what Hans Gruber wanted.

We kill the grid, he unlocks the vaults,

he gets the bearer bonds.

Die Hard's a movie, Jay.

And Hans Gruber died at the end of it.

I doubt he's involved here.

(Phone ringing)

Al: Yeah.

Alpha: You're almost out of time.

Skinner's close to having your money.

Good, then you won't mind me

moving the deadline up.

You got 15 minutes.

A little more time, and you'll be paid.

Be reasonable.

I've been more than reasonable.

So, now,

I'm going to send you a little something

to prove my resolve.

Or should I say someone?

We have no choice. We
have to kill the grid.

I'm heading over there.

I'm on it.

(Grunting) Carrie: All right.

All right!

What are you doing?

I noticed you at the party.

I'm so pleased you stuck around.

Yeah, well, I never like to
leave a party before last call.

Oh...

Bet you wish you could say
the same about your hostages.

Party poopers.

Well done.

Oh... but who needs them

when I've got one of New York's finest?

And from what I gather,

perhaps the finest of New York's finest.

Carrie Wells?

I'm in the presence of greatness.

I wish I could say the same, "Omega."

More like an iota.

- You know your Greek.
- Mmm...

Well, then, you also know

that I am the first and the last.

The beginning...

And the end.

Well, that's one way of putting it.

Another is, um, a deranged psycho.

These demerits on your file make sense.

Insubordination... Oh...

Conduct unbecoming.

That's a quality we share.

The established order longs to control us,

but the tyrant powers we bow to

have outlived their time,

rather like the titans of old.

They need to die

so that a new order can be born.

Is-is he for real?

But only by cutting
away the dead and useless

can there be new life.

A new beginning for this system.

For all of us.

A new beginning...

What do you want, Omega?

(Laughs)

You'll never know.

Sorry, Carrie.

Like Icarus, you soared high,

oh, so high.

But your hubris,

thinking that you could defeat me,

has led to your fall.

And what a long,

glorious fall it will be.

Take her.

Let her test her wings.

(Siren wailing)

(Indistinct chatter)

Officer: Over here...

Deputy Mayor, Skinner's not
coming up with the money,

we need to shut the grid down, now.

You understand you are talking about

wreaking havoc with city services,

transportation, emergency response.

This doesn't work,

it could really hurt
the Mayor in the polls.

This doesn't work,

he's gonna be hurt a lot worse.

This has to be the Mayor's call.

You talk to the Mayor

and Omega knows what we're up to.

Killing the grid

gives us our best chance of saving everyone

in that building. Our only chance.

Okay.

We can shut it down.

But we've got to bring it back up

as quickly as possible.

Webster and the hostages are all safe.

They even got one of the
perps, but he's not talking.

- Carrie?
- Jo says she went after Omega.

Of course she did.

We may need to kill the grid

before we hear from Carrie.

We'll hear from her.

- Okay, all right!
- Get out there.

(Grunts)

No!

(Gasps)

- Hah!
- (Grunts)

♪ ♪

(indistinct radio chatter)

You okay?

Yeah. I didn't get Omega.

Al: That's fine.

We're gonna shut down the
power grid and move in.

Carrie: Listen to me.

Even if the emergency brake works,

Omega and his men can still
get to Eliot and the Mayor

before ESU can get up here and save them.

We're shutting down the
grid in three minutes.

I better get moving, then.

I should be there with you.

You are.

Okay, here we go, guys.

Grid's shutting down.

Power grid's going down! Be ready!

♪ ♪

(cell phone clatters down shaft)

Oh, boy...

Hey, boys.

- Carrie.
- So, listen.

They've, uh, wired a bomb

to the cable up here.

We got to go.

It's, uh, it's my building.

I-I go first.

Whatever happened to
the developer goes down

with the development?

Yeah.

Let's go, go, go! Take my hand, come on!

- Go! Come on!
- (Grunting)

Let's go...

There you go.

Very nice work.

All right, Mr. Mayor, it's your turn.

Okay.

Yup! (Grunts)

All right. We got it.

- Come on.
- Thanks.

I want you to go right
up that ladder, okay?

Yup.

All right, you got this.

Hey, Eliot.

(Both grunt)

Just go. Save them.

As if that's gonna happen.

All right.

(Grunts)

I've always been lousy with orders.

Believe me... I've never been
more appreciative of that fact.

Come on, I'll boost you up.

Pull me up.

(Grunts)

(Indistinct chatter)

The explosion was pretty much
limited to the elevator shaft.

- That's all we know.
- You see detective Wells?

Like I said, that's all we know.

I got guys going floor to floor.

What do you have?

Found him tied up in the utility closet

off the lobby, says he's building security.

Nobody gets cleared till
we put this all together.

- Just hold him for now.
- Yes, sir.

All right, come with us. Let's go.

On me.

Drop your weapon! Drop it!

We're on the same team here, boss!

My team doesn't wear wingtips!

Take his helmet off.

Do it. Let's go.

- I see you met Carrie.
- Got him.

Where's Omega?

Omega might try to slip out.

I need you to check
every uni, medic, hostage.

Anybody coming out of that building.

You got it.

Hey, Al?

Al!

(Yells)

I needed you to walk out of
that building and you did.

Ah, sometimes I obey your orders.

- Sometimes.
- Yeah!

You should've taken me to that wedding.

- Uh, yeah, you're telling me.
- (Cell phone ringing)

We got to get Omega, Al.

We don't know where he is.

He might be gone already.

Yeah, Jay?

I found something curious.

Hey.

I mean we did.

Me and Tanya.

We looked into some

of Skinner's finances.

So, get this... there's
a good reason why Skinner

couldn't come up with the money.

He doesn't have anything
close to a hundred million.

Not even ten million.

Skinner Plaza's way over-budget.

And Skinner's overleveraged himself.

He's pretty much cash broke.

Dangerous game he was playing bluffing.

Yeah, but if we can get
into Skinner's finances,

then so can Omega.

Which means he knew Skinner
didn't have any money.

Why hijack a building and
try to extort a fortune

- from a man who doesn't have one?
- I don't know.

Building's power's coming on.

We may get some alarms as
the security system reboots.

But only by cutting away the dead

and useless can there be new life.

A new beginning for the system.

For all of us.

Carrie: What is it you want, Omega?

A new beginning?

You'll never know.

Al, we got to get a look
at Omega's computers.

Come on.

Jay: Carrie, Al, you only got three
minutes till the grid powers up.

Guys?

What could Brody do to
temporarily shut down

the security systems, en masse,

and then turned them on again

all at once?

Well, when the systems switched back on

they'd be vulnerable while the
passwords and protocols reboot.

Yeah, but why'd he break into
something he's already in?

If Brody just wanted the power off,

why not let us kill it
when we tried earlier?

Because Skinner Plaza was never his goal.

His aim is to get

the city to shut off the
entire downtown power grid.

I mean, look at us, look!

We're surrounded by the
world's biggest banks, right?

I told you, it's Die Hard!

Not quite... he needs
the power to come back on

so he can put his computer
virus into the system.

He's not trying to steal money.

He's trying to reset the
whole financial system

by knocking it out altogether.

Then we have to keep the
power off till we find him.

No, that's impossible.
It's not like a light bulb.

The grid's got too much power.

You can't stop it from
turning on once it's started.

Carrie: All right, what would

Brody need to do to get his virus

into the system?

Jay: It's just software.

All he needs is a laptop
and a cell signal, right?

He could be anywhere.

There must be some clue somewhere.

He's still got to be in the building.

Right?

Please, show me your gift.

Carrie: You miss cheating.

Fiery.

I like that.

Those candy wrappers are
from Skinner's bedroom.

Now, what was Brody doing
in Skinner's bedroom?

He was here.

- But doing what?
- I...

I'm gonna show you something.

But you have to promise
to keep it a secret.

Al?

Skinner was gonna

show me something before Jo came in

and interrupted us.

Jo: $80 million for an apartment,

and I can't seem to find a bathroom.

Skinner is obsessed with personal security.

He-he kept bragging
about how many millions

he'd spent...

To make this place safe.

And?

And somebody messed with that book.

It was right side up before.

Take this.

Hands! Show me your hands!

A simple press of a button
and I change the world.

A simple click of the trigger

and your day gets even worse.

The ancients believed that fame

is immortality.

And I'm about to become very,

very famous.

You like your Greek myths, don't you?

You know the story about the Gordian Knot?

Of course.

A knot so intricate no one could untie it.

Until Alexander the Great
came and cut it in half

with a single stroke.

(Yells, grunts)

Sometimes the simplest
solutions are the best.

Officer 1: All right, hold him right there.

Officer 2: I got him, heading out.

Let's go. Okay.

Come on, move it.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Yeah.

So we know what Omega was doing in here.

What exactly were you doing in here?

Skinner was giving me a tour.

Oh, you had to kick off your heels?

Well...

It was in the line of duty.

Oh, is that what you call it?

Yeah, I had to save the world.

- Have you seen how high these things are?
- All right.

- Yes, you did.
- I did.

Saved your life, too.

(Chuckles)

Mr. Mayor, these are the
prized members of my team.

This is Carrie Wells.

I owe you a debt of gratitude, Carrie.

It was an honor, your
honor, but the real gratitude

belongs to this guy right here.

Lieutenant Al Burns.

Gutsy move, lieutenant, I mean,
killing the power like that.

Thank you.

But... weren't you concerned
about the consequences

of taking out the grid?

Well, your deputy Mayor explained

her various political concerns...

I'm talking about the bearer bonds.

Like the movie, you know?

Ah, of course, I was.

But saving you was worth that risk.

Let's get out of here, Mr. Mayor.

Thank you.

Bye.

"Saving you was worth that risk."

Had to say something.

You really do have a,
have a future in politics.

Thanks for looking out for me.

- I'll always look out for you.
- Really?

Now, how about that dance?

- I don't dance.
- Oh, you do.

No, I don't dance!

- No!
- Aw, come on.

(Chuckles)

Oh, your shoe's untied.

- Well, it sure is.
- Mmm.

Can't wait to get out of these shoes.

Finally.

Way to go, Burns.

I'm tying my shoe, Jo.

Well, we still have something to celebrate.

Open it up.

I'm way ahead of you.

To a job well done.

Cheers.

Cheers.

(Laughs)

All:
Yippy-kay-yay.

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