All language subtitles for Rush.Hour.2016.S01E11.720p.HDTV.X264-DIMENSION

Low ammo.

Nowhere to hide.

These guys got me pinned down.

Back to the wall.

Ten of them,

and only one of me.

I like those odds.

You have the right to remain silent.

Permanently.

You read them their rights
after you shot them.

Badass, right?

Tell me that "permanently" line
wasn't dope.

Okay,

you know what, I don't care
what you think, all right?

You might be the man
when it comes to that

kung fu stuff, but with one of these,

ain't nobody better than me.

Nobody.

(gunshots)

(whirring)

Captain.

Carter.

This is for you.

Not bad.

But if you think you're
a better shot than me...

Oh, I don't think I'm better. Okay!

How about we go head-to-head
right now to find out.

I'd love to. But I've got to get
going. You see, I have tickets

for the L.A. Concert Hall tonight.

Actually, it's a date.

A date?

Yeah, that's a thing that you go on

when someone from the opposite sex

or the same sex finds you attractive.

It's nothing you have to worry about.

Detective Lee.

I like her. (door shuts)

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

The man is smart, handsome, successful.

We're talking orthoscopic surgeon here.

And I feel nothing.

You think
there's something wrong with me?

I mean, could I be self-sabotaging? I...

Um...

it's my first day.

You've been a real help.

Hey, buddy. You got a light?

(silenced gunshot, groans)

(indistinct chatter)

Your seats are
right down there. Second row.

Usher,

excuse me. Can you help me

- find my seat?
- Keep moving, lady.

Hello, gorgeous.

You miss me?

You've been gone for three minutes.

- Here's your card back.
- Oh, thanks so much.

Don't get any ideas, friend.
She's spoken for.

But it's not just about looking good.

- CrossFit is a way of life.
- Huh.

Is that a fact?

Yeah. Cardio boxing

for endurance and...

- tai chi for precision and focus.
- Oh, fantastic.

Um, you know what, I should
visit the ladies' room.

So how 'bout I just meet you
back at the seats?

(musicians warming up)

(indistinct chatter)

(door shuts)

MAN: We don't want any trouble.

MAN 2: Let me see your hand!
Hey, put it down.

Put it... (grunting, thumps)

(silenced gunshots)

(beeping)

Police!

Hands in the air!

Now turn around...

slowly.

(grunts)

(gunshots)

A phone.

(rattling)

(rattling continues)

(knob rattling in distance)

(quietly): Yes. Service.

Oh, I got to switch carriers.

This is Captain Lindsay Cole.

I'm at the concert hall downtown.

Shots have been fired.

Send officers immediately.

CARTER: And you know what she calls me?

A "loudmouth jackass."
Can you believe that?

Mm-hmm. I close out a case
that nobody else could,

and Captain Cole slaps me with insults.

Very disrespectful.

Carter, eat your jook. My what?

Jook. It's Chinese
rice porridge with fish lumps.

"Fish lumps"?

I thought you was making Chinese food.

Where's my orange chicken
and kung pao shrimp?

Kung pao shrimp... uh, Panda Express?

If he don't eat it, I will.

Ha! I think we just found
a title for your autobiography.

- Mm, I'm just hungry, is all.
- (buzzing)

CARTER: And we got the
name for the sequel.

That's it. It's perfect.

Hey, you guys.

Captain Cole was in a firefight.

Is she okay?

I don't know.
Details are still coming in.

It's an active shooter situation.

Find out everything you can.

- We'll call you on the way.
- Yep, already on it.

(siren chirping)

CARTER: Lieutenant Holt.
He'll get us up to speed.

He spent a few years in our
division before going full-time

into crisis negotiation.

He's a good guy,

and he'll talk some smack.

- "Talk smack"?
- Yeah, smack.

Trash talk. Saying terrible things

- to people you like.
- That looks like

Detective Carter, but...

he isn't talking... must not be him.

That unwrapped mummy in a uniform

sounds a lot like
my man Lieutenant Holt.

- What's going on, man?
- How you doing?

I've been better.
Uh, Holt, this is my partner,

Detective Lee.

- Detective Lee.
- Lieutenant. You are ugly.

He's new here.

So, what's the situation?

After the captain's call,
patrol units showed up

and found a black tie crowd
running for their lives.

Turns out they were
inside the concert hall

when the first shots were fired,

but they managed to get themselves out

before the gunmen could
seal off the building.

It sounds like we got
at least four gunmen.

But they seem disorganized,

- sloppy.
- Any more word from Cole?

We lost contact.

Maybe there's a way to slip
a man inside unnoticed.

I mean, Lee and I could...

Easy, Carter.
Now, you know the protocol.

You do not make a move
until the S.O.C. arrives.

- Commander Taymor.
- Taymor?

Well, he's the most experienced
man we have.

He's a stubborn,

- arrogant jackass.
- I know.

I'm surprised the two
of y'all don't get along.

Pace yourself, old man.
Let me know if you need me

to hold your hand

to help you across the street.

You are less capable

of attracting women
than you claim to be.

Was that you talking smack?

Yeah. Did I get it right?

No.

Terrible.

Man, I hate this.

Captain Cole is inside there

with a bunch of gunmen,
and we're under orders

- to stay out here and do nothing.
- Well, perhaps

there's a way to do more
than just stand around.

♪ ♪

MAN: If we find out

that your cell phone is not in this bag,

we will kill you.

In a moment, these gentlemen
will be leaving the auditorium

through the door in the back.

You are going to follow them.

Is that clear?

These are the hostages that got out.

These people were inside
when the first shots were fired.

They may have some useful information.

There were at least eight that I saw.

All of them had guns.

I left my sweater inside.

Is there any way to go get my sweater?

- I noticed one of them was praying.
- Praying?

Well, it looked like he was praying.

He was, he was talking like this.

BOTH: Earpiece.

I saw they were using hand signals.

You know, like military stuff?

They fit in with the rest of us.

Except for the guns and ski masks.

Those guys with the masks,
they'll be gone in a few hours.

Why do you say that?

I heard one of them say, uh...

"Worst-case scenario, we'll...
run the staircase

for a few hours and... then we're gone."

You're sure?
That's exactly what they said?

I know what I heard. (soft chuckle)

Run the staircase a few hours,
then they're gone.

Doesn't sound too disorganized to me.

(exhales)

Seriously? Not one freakin' bar?

(sighs)

Stop. Right there.

Turn around, slowly.

Sorry, uh... I was just...

Turn around or I'll blow your head...

(slurring): Hey,
where-where is everybody?

Oh, are you... are you in the show?

Let me just ask you something.
What sort of...

(grunting)

♪ ♪

Holt. I want to run something by you.

- Commander Taymor, this is...
- Detective...

Carter, right?

That's correct, sir.
Our captain is inside.

We haven't been able
to reestablish contact

with her, unfortunately.

Was there something else
you needed from me?

Just a piece of information
I wanted to run by Holt.

Anything you want to run by him
you can run by me.

We believe these men are
more organized than they appear.

They targeted specific hostages
and let others escape.

Their hand signals suggest
military training,

and they may be planning

on a specific time table,

in a few hours,
possibly through staircases.

And how did you determine this?

We spoke to some of the concertgoers,

and what they told us...

You spoke to some witnesses?

I don't recall

giving you an order
to speak to witnesses.

You've handled, uh, what,
50, 60 hostage standoffs,

uh, in your career?

Well, sir, I haven't, but...

Well, I have.

And I can assure you

this situation is
under my complete control.

Look around, huh? The building's
completely surrounded.

We've got eyes on every
possible exit point.

Here's how this one plays out.

These gunmen are gonna

establish contact
and state their demands.

My expert negotiator

will listen sympathetically
to these demands,

and then we wait, while they
slowly succumb to exhaustion,

and then pathetically stumble
out the front door to surrender

without a single shot being fired.

Anything your...
concertgoers have to say

that says I'm wrong about that?

Yes, sir.

We have a witness who...
will prove you wrong.

So many police!

Sir, could you tell these
men what you told us?

You saw the gunmen talking

- on the stairs, and...
- Yes, I did.

Uh, but they didn't see me,
because I hid.

I'm very crafty.

But I did hear them say that they

would run the staircase for a few hours,

and then they'd be gone.

So, uh... how much
am I going to get paid for this?

Well, that didn't go so well.

I think it's safe to say
that Taymor's not hearing

- (phone dings)
- another word from us.

Unknown number.

"I'm upstairs. Alone."

Ah, this must be that Latin chick

I met at the club last night.

Busy right now.

Will hit your sexy ass back later.

(sighs) Come on,
you worthless piece of...

"Carter, you loudmouth jackass."

It's Cole!

- Holt. Taymor.
- What are you doing in there, Carter?

I got something for you.

No, I-I don't have time...

I got Cole. She's texting me

from inside, so maybe you want
to pay attention to that.

What is she saying?

Hang on. She's typing.

...grenades...

picture of...

a girl...

Pickering...

What the...? Oh, damn autocorrect.

Okay, she stopped typing.

Right after "teddy, Peanut...

pickle ring."

Th-This isn't even English.

Put down the phone.

Let's try this again.

♪ ♪

I swear,

- give me a reason...
- And you'll blow my head

clean off. Yes.

Uh... thank you,
you've made that very clear.

There she is.

Our police officer.

I lost you for a while.

We were worried.

Is everything okay?

Not the greatest night of my life.

Tell you what, why don't we
put an end to that.

COLE: Wait, wait, wait.

Just, um...

think before you do this.

The police know I'm inside.

I made the call

that brought them here.

You know, at some point
they're gonna want proof

that I'm okay...

and if you can't give that to them,

then they are going to assume the worst.

And once they believe
you've killed a police officer,

then... things are going to get
very, very bad for you.

But I can be an asset.

Works for me.

Get her up.

(quietly): You okay, Linds?

Those bastards better not
have laid a finger on you.

- I'm fine.
- Good.

'Cause if they had,
I would've killed them all.

Without even thinking.

- I would've just reacted.
- A-Are you finished?

They would've been finished.
I would've been like... (grunts)

Hey! Shut your mouth.

I'm sorry. So sorry.

By the way, you guys
are doing a terrific job.

This is a disaster.

You said we'd be out in minutes,

there'd be no cops at all.

No, I said, ideally we'd be
out in minutes,

no cops at all.

When that didn't happen,
we arrived here, at plan B.

This isn't what I s... (grunting)

Do you want to play your role in plan B

or die like the rest of these people?

Huh?

(people crying, murmuring)

Good.

(sniffs)

(helicopter blades whirring)

Didi. What are you doing here?

What, you thought I was just gonna

hang back at home
while this was going on?

Nah, I just meant
because your son was at home.

You find a sitter?

Yeah.

(beatboxing)

Ooh! You been eating
too much fish juice!

Gerald?! As in my insane cousin Gerald?

Please let it go. It's better
if I don't think about it.

OFFICER: Go, go, go!

Everybody move!

- CARTER: What's going on?
- Move!

(indistinct radio transmissions)

(helicopter blades whirring)

No one move until I call it.

(indistinct radio transmissions)

OFFICER (over radio): Here they come.

Officer Cole is exiting the building.

TAYMOR: No one moves until I call it.

OFFICER: There's a male, he's armed.

It's okay.

Lower your weapons.

Everything is fine.

OFFICER: Lower your weapons.

Lower your weapons.

TAYMOR: Stand down. Stand down.

OFFICER (over radio): Standing down.

(helicopter blades whirring)

There are 48 hostages inside.

None were harmed.

Any attempt by the police
to go inside this building

will put an end to that status.

On my recommendation,

the gunmen have agreed
to submit their demands

to the crisis negotiator on the scene.

That would be me,

Lieutenant Holt.

Moving slowly...

with both hands above my head.

Captain.

Lieutenant.

How can I help everyone here

to make it home safe and happy?

You can shut up and listen.

I'm gonna tell you what I want, okay?

And then you're gonna
make it happen within 24 hours,

or everyone inside is dead.
You understand?

Oh... 100%.

So I'm... just going to reach...

into my back pocket...

and get my radio...

so that you can press
that button right there...

anytime...

and you'll be speaking directly to me.

I'm gonna reach for my pad and my pen

to take notes.

I want 10 million

in unmarked, non-sequential bills.

I want a helicopter...

parked on the northeast side
of that parking structure.

I want the release of the following men

that are being held
in your nation's prisons.

Anthony Garcia,

Felipe Belgara,

Eric Padilla,

Jonathan Gutierrez,

Miguel Rincon,

Carlos Fernandez,

Phillip Rios,

and "Jor-gay" Ramirez.

(grunts)

That's it for now.

CARTER: Did you see that?

What do you think Cole
was trying to tell us?

I think she was telling us
we're running out of time.

So, my foot slipped off the beam,

I fell, I hit my butt on the
ground, and that's when I knew

I wasn't gonna make it
on the men's gymnastics team.

I'm hungry.

Oh, you're hungry? All right, well...

I just so happen to be

the greatest chef in the entire world.

I cook for all my dates, okay?

What do you say to shrimp scampi
on a bed of angel hair pasta?

Shrimp scampi on regular pasta?

Come on, you got to work with me, man.

I don't get a whole bunch
of second dates,

and shrimp scampi is
kind of like my only move.

That's it.

Guess what I got in there?
I got some old jook.

Once you get past the gag reflex
of the fish heads, it's good!

10 million,

an escape helicopter, and the release

of eight South American terrorists

from U.S. prisons.

Perfect.

Perfect?

The best demands

are for things I can't deliver.

See, if they ask for an ice cream cone,

we can get it for them,

but that's not the end of it,

because now they need

to exit the building,

which is when nerves kick in,

and bad guys get jittery,
and hostages get killed.

We stall, make excuses,

offer small concessions,

dragging it out hour by hour,

until they fade and eventually give up.

- Textbook.
- CARTER: We can't wait.

Cole looked panicked...
and she never panics.

She looked me right in my eye.

Detective, I'm gonna have
to ask you to leave.

She pointed to her watch, Holt.
Over and over.

She's trying to tell us that
there's a clock on this thing.

Any more interference from you clowns,

and I'll have you both arrested.

Now you can go.

COLE: "Jor-gay" Ramirez?

I'm not saying I'm fluent in Spanish.

God, I lived in South America;
I know dialects.

If you valued a man's freedom

enough to risk your life
to spring him out of jail,

then how could you not know
how to pronounce his name?

Those demands were all a smokescreen.

They...

They're after something else.

It's about her.

Explain to me again
why you're having me look into

every single hostage in that building

when the gunmen have clearly
stated what they're after?

'Cause I'm not buying it, all right?

If they gave 24 hours for their demands,

then why was Cole looking
panicked and tapping her watch?

And I still can't shake
what that old man said about...

- "running the staircase."
- Staircase? What staircase?

I don't know, all right?
But these gunmen

are after something else,
and we need to find out what.

Okay. Well, based on the info
I could pull together,

other possible targets
amongst the hostages are

- a former U.S. diplomat...
- Of which country?

- Canada.
- No.

And... a few other people
with net worths ranging

from six to ten million dollars.

We've got an Israeli violinist,
a medical malpractice attorney,

and one unknown... whoever
grabbed the corporate seats

for the firm J. Pickering
Energy International.

- Wait. Say that name again?
- Pickering.

Okay, she stopped typing.

Right after "teddy, Peanut...

Pickle ring."

Pickle ring!

No, it's Pickering.

No, it's Pickle ring. Carter,

I'm sure on this...
the company's name is Pickering.

- It's the office building down the street.
- No, look at this.

What am I looking at?

Did the person who sent this
have a stroke?

That is a text message
from Captain Cole.

- Sent from the inside.
- Yeah. We got jumbled,

gibberish, nonsense words,
and then "Pickle ring."

Although, maybe we shouldn't
completely rule out stroke.

But for now, Pickle ring.

Okay. If this is the lead
you guys want to pursue,

I've got an idea where you can start.

You just make it happen.

Who the hell told you you
could just walk into my office?

Your secretary. She said, "Go on in."

SECRETARY: I said, "Don't go in."

Then that's my mistake.
I heard different.

Uh, Detectives Carter and Lee.

LAPD.

And you must be Pickle ring.

It's Pickering.

Bet autocorrect has
a tough time with that, huh?

CARTER: Like when my captain
tried to text me your name

from inside a music hall
filled with hostages.

(phone ringing)

Things seem pretty busy around
here for a Sunday evening.

Look, if you don't have
a warrant to be here,

you need to leave. Now.

Mr. Pickering,

is that your daughter?

Yes. Megan.

I see she plays classical viola.

Would you mind telling us
where she is tonight?

She, uh...

she goes to school in Switzerland.

See what he did there?

He answered a question,
just not the question you asked.

Mr. Pickering, where is she tonight?

As in now.

I was just doing
what they told me to do.

Mr. Pickering, could you please tell us

what happened to your daughter?

They told me if I went
to the police they'd kill her.

Megan's in town for a few days...

she wanted to see some famous cellist.

I guess she posted it on Facebook.

I always send her out

with a full security detail,
but Megan hates it.

She begged me to scale back, so...

I let her go with just two guards.

I should never have agreed to it.

What did they ask from you?

20 million
in a numbered Austrian account.

I'm working to collect the funds now.

20 million? You're able
to produce that on short notice?

Yes. And anyone who knows me

knows that I would give anything I had

- to keep my daughter safe.
- Of course.

But we need you
to come downstairs and tell

another officer
what you just told us.
No, no, no,

I can't. No, they-they said no police.

If you give these gunmen
what they want, they'll just...

I said no.

I should never have said anything.

And I'm not saying anymore.

As far as I'm concerned,

this little conversation
here never happened.

Now, get out of my office!

Who is this man in the yellow hat, dude?

He takes a monkey into a bakery

and just leaves him there.

And then he decides all of a sudden

that he wants to go run errands.

Are you kidding me?

He did the same thing last episode.

Oh, well, I'm just
gonna leave Curious George

in a pizza parlor.

I hope he doesn't bite anybody.

Curious George doesn't bite.

Yeah, yet.

But you just wait until
he feels backed into a corner.

Oh... those teeth
gonna come out. (snarls)

He's just really curious.

Yeah, he's also carrying
the Ebola virus.

Maybe. I don't know,
I was just guessing.

(Curious George chattering)

It's just frustrating.

I hate seeing people

locked in a vicious cycle
of destructive behavior.

It's, like, learn from your mistakes,

you know what I'm saying?

That yellow hat of his
pretty dope, though,

I will give him that.

Please, sir, you have to let me go.

I have a medical condition.

Several, actually.

Really bad.

Us.

I meant us.

She has conditions, too.

Could I just, um, stretch my legs

for a minute?

Just for a few steps?

We've been in here for hours.

Thank you.

Uh-uh.

LEE: Pickering may not talk, but we know

there is more going on inside
than anybody thinks.

If we take what we've learned
and bring it to Taymor...

He'll arrest us before we
even get a chance to talk.

And even if he does let us talk,
we can't prove any of this.

But we have to do something.

Yeah. We do.

Lieutenant Holt,

I need your help.

(sighs heavily)

You.

Sit down.

So, what happened tonight?

I...

don't know what you mean.

Well, let's see,
I guess what I mean is...

that I saw your picture
in the duffel bag

of a gunman who I had to knock out

with a bottle of champagne to the head.

(chuckles)

That was totally Die Hard
of me, wasn't it?

(chuckles)

I'm like Bruce Willis,

- but... with highlights.
- (laughs)

They tried to grab me when I
was getting a tour backstage.

My two guards tried to
fight them off, and...

I ran.

I didn't mean
to put anyone else in danger.

It's not your fault.

You couldn't have known.

We gonna be okay?

There's no doubt in my mind.

(sighs)

Lieutenant Carter, you were
told to stay out of this.

Okay, Holt, I need you to back off

- this chain-of-command bull!
- I don't give a damn what you need!

You were given a direct order

by the S.O.C., which you have
so brazenly disregarded,

you have officially
now pushed me too far.

Thomas! Jenkins!

- Yes, sir.
- If you're not gone

by the time those men get over here,

I'm telling them
to place your ass under arrest.

So much for putting your trust
in a friend.

We're on our own.

If Pickering pays the ransom,

the gunmen will make their
exit, and, as Holt said...

That's when nerves kick in.

Gunmen get jittery and hostages die.

But no one's listening to us,
so what are we supposed to do?

Sneak through the police barricade,

get inside and stop them.

Lee! Are you doing me right now?

Because you're suggesting
the not-so-legal thing

- I usually suggest.
- Usually, I would disagree,

but in this case, Captain Cole
asked for your help.

She gave you an order.

Yeah, an order to disobey
a bunch of other orders.

Okay, it's kind of a gray area,

but if we have to make a choice,
I say we follow our captain.

I'm liking this side of you.

Don't get used to it;
it's a one-time deal.

Yeah, yeah.

Are you sure this is necessary?

You'll thank me when it saves our lives.

CARTER: Gentlemen...

need a favor.

♪ ♪

You ready?

Unbelievable.

How the hell did you know
about these stairs?

LEE: Saw it on the
blueprints of the building.

Blueprints of the building?
When did you see that?

LEE: 12 years ago.

Frank Gehry's my favorite architect.

Okay, that answer was so nerdy,

I feel required by law
to give you a wedgie.

♪ ♪ (grunts)

Does your blueprint tell you
where this thing goes?

No. This is more of a roll of the dice.

Ideally, we won't die.

Ideally?

GUNMAN: All clear in the building.

(distant rumbling)

(rumbling continues)

(rumbling continues)

(rumbling continues)

(grunting)

(grunting continues)

CARTER: Oh!

O-Okay.

Hey! Help... help me out of here.

All right.

Okay. I'm not mad, but if we were cool,

you would have saved something for me.

All right.

- Say "cheese," bad guy.
- (chutter clicks)

All right.

Sending this to Didi

for an I.D.

Both routes to the Foundation Room

are blocked with multiple gunman.

We need to find a way to disarm them.

Donovan, just sent you a photo.
I need you to run it

through facial recognition
software for a match.

Didi, what are you doing here?

I'm trying to keep my captain

and a lot of other
innocent people from dying

as a result of your miscalculation.

So Carter got to you, huh?

(chuckles): Look, Didi,

there is no hidden agenda here.

I've been in direct talks
with this guy for hours,

and everything he says,
everything they're doing

falls right in line with
the most basic textbook approach

to hostage negotiation.

I know, Holt. That is the issue.

Okay, um... what's the term
that you negotiators use

for the routine steps you take

to get inside the head
of your hostage taker?

Come on, what is this, a quiz?

It's called the Behavioral
Change Stairway M...

Model. Right.

And if someone who knew that model

wanted to make you think
that this was a routine case,

they would be...

- Running the staircase.
- Carter and Lee sent me this picture

from inside the concert hall.

They snuck inside?!

Try to hold off your anger
for one second.

Okay? This is the lead gunman.

His name is Aaron Dearborn.

He used to be a crisis
negotiator for the military.

He knows that you are textbook, Holt,

and he's using it against you.

He's got motive... three weeks ago

he was fired from his job
as head of security

for a billionaire named John Pickering.

Pickering's daughter
is inside that music hall.

She's their target.

And Pickering may be paying
their ransom right now

as we speak, and as soon
as they get it, they're gonna...

Be moving to exit.

What do you need me to do?

You got a boom box?

Almost time to get out of here.

♪ ♪

Didi, what do you have?

I'm working on jamming
their communications.

Let me know when you need it.

I've also got a lead on a van

that was reported stolen
a few blocks from Aaron's house.

Getaway vehicle?

Maybe. I've got a few officers out here

helping me search the area.

Officers? Where'd you get officers?

DIDI: Oh, I just convinced

an old friend to throw me a few men

and help me distract another one.

Um, Didi?

That sudden, violent evacuation
we were worried about?

I think it's going down.

Now.

OFFICER: No, no, no! Take cover!

OFFICER 2: Move!

OFFICER 3: Fall back!

(officers continue shouting)

HOLT: Clear! Everyone, clear!

- Fall back!
- Fall back, everyone!

(punk rock playing)

Oh. What is that? Huh?

(groans)

Cops are jamming our signal.

Earpieces out.

What the hell you doing?

Pull your earpiece out.

The cops are jamming our signal.

(Carter groans)

(grunting)

♪ ♪

And yes,

the tuxedos were necessary...
you're welcome!

Also, I knocked out my guy
before you did.

I think I broke a rib.

This isn't a competition.

(quiet chatter)

(sighs) That's weird.

Cole said there were ten gunmen;
I just counted twice

that number in that room alone.

(grunting)

(muffled gasping, grunting)

Hey, hey!

(muffled gasping, grunting)

Carter! Don't shoot!

Don't kill me!

My girlfriend Lindsay's a cop!

They put masks on us! They made us run!

Where's Cole?

They took her and the girl
out the back there.

Come on! Come on!

My hands? A little help here?

Guys?

Didi, they put a mask on the hostages

and sent them out as decoys.

You got to stop the cops from shooting.

TAYMOR: We've got movement at the door!
Hold your positions!

Snipers, here we go!

DIDI: Hey! Stop! Those are hostages.

Tell your men to hold their fire. Holt,

Carter's inside... he's saying
that those are hostages.

Carter? You got to be kidding me!

Commander, let's hold a few seconds.

In a few seconds, they're gone.

All right, snipers,

on my command.

Everyone, stand down!
These are hostages!

Stand down! These are hostages!

(helicopter blades whirring)

♪ ♪

Go! Go, go, go, go!

LEE: You take Cole. I'll take the girl.

Don't tell me to do something
after I already

- started doing it.
- Just hurry!

You did it again!

♪ ♪

You take one step closer,
I'll blow her head off.

(quietly): Not if I get you first.

COLE: Do not take

the shot, Carter.

Do not take the shot.

What? You don't trust me?

I saw your scores at the firing range.

I had pinkeye.

Man, I'm telling you, drop the gun.

- Yeah. Thank you.
- Drop the gun.

I was top five in our division!

Oh! Maybe top 50.

No way! It was Thompson,

Benitez, Felder...

(panting): Nice distraction.

Felder, then Whittaker,

then me... top five.

♪ ♪

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

♪ ♪

(grunting)

(loud thump)

(clang)

(gunshot)

They got Megan.

♪ ♪

(gasps)

(tires squealing)

Megan, I'm Officer Diaz.

You're safe.

You're in police custody now.

How about you hold it right there.

(chuckling quietly)

♪ ♪

(siren wailing in distance)

They say nothing brings people together

like a tragedy.

You know, I learned a few things today.

One... you...

are a stone cold fox. And two...

Get out of my face, Beau.

Totally understandable.

Okay, I think we've proven
once and for all

that you think I'm amazing.

Excuse me?

Come on!

You picked me out
of that entire group of cops

to be your hero.

You signaled to me.

I was signaling to anyone

who was watching. I didn't even

see you out there.

I don't even know how
he fits an ego that big

into a frame that small.

♪ When I need some lovin'... ♪

(laughs)

Did I do it? Did I talk smack?

Yeah, that was actually pretty good.

That's actually good.

♪ My girl... ♪

Sock puppet Gerald,

thanks to you,
all the strippers are safe.

Yes, and Soulja Boy's chain

is back where it belongs...

around Soulja Boy's neck.

You should be the president of police.

Oh, you want me to be the president?

Oh, okay, but who
gonna be my first lady?

This is adorable.

CARTER: Should we stop him?

No, not yet. Let's see where it goes.

Let me tell you something,

um, if there is any
strippers out there...

- I'm gonna stop him.
- Yeah.