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(suspenseful music)

- It's done, Mr. Donovan.
The money is secure.

Good. Good.

Then we can go home.

(soft Middle Eastern music)
(background chatter)

(indistinct chatter)

The plane is ready?

- You'll be in Dubai for dinner.
- Excellent.

And the Special Operations team?

- Contract cancelled, sir.
- Awesome.

(screaming)
(grunting)

(gunfire)

- Ah!
(man shouting)

(gunfire)
(men shouting)

Ah!

(man shouting)
(gunshot)

Ah!

Ahmed, move! Go, go, go!

Ah!!

(groaning)

(panting)

(groaning)

Hello, boss.

(groaning)

(crying out)

(groaning)
- You should all be fucking dead!

Important safety tip, Ronnie:

never trust the locals
to get the job done.

- You should've just paid us,
you fucking dipshit.

All this for the money?!

- Oh, we've done worse for you
over the last two years.

By my calculation,

you owe, what with time and expenses...

- Aggravation.
- Let's just call it a straight-up million.

Fuck you!

(screaming)

We're not here to play games.

Where's our money?

I had to get it out of the country!

Feds were getting too close!
You can't touch it!

- I'm gonna fucking kill you.
- No!

It's in the banks, scattered everywhere,
a thousand, small automatic deposits!

U.S. bank?

(grunting)
- U.S., Russia, Switzerland.

Name one. A U.S. bank! Name one!

- Unity Savings and Loan,
Chesterford, Massachusetts!

Over a million!
I can help you get it!

You need me.

Just get me some fucking medical attention
and we can make a deal.

Or we could just do it our way?

- Your way?
- The hard way.

- No!
(gunshot)

(mumbling)

(soft Middle Eastern music)

(honking)

(background chatter)

(honking)

(in Pashto):

(tires squealing)

- You! You're under arrest!
- No!

Let's go! Let's go! Come on!

- Don't touch me!
I didn't do anything!

(barking)

We're clear.

Idiot! Incompetent!

I was six steps away from arresting
the biggest antiquity smuggler in Asia!

Sorry, ma'am.

Orders.

- Carter, if this is another
stupid security drill,

I swear I kill you.

Yes, sir.

Capisco.

S�.

This time...

...I'll find them.

- Major Rahimi.
- Ah, the eternal Colonel Moss.

What the hell happened here?

- That's exactly
what we are trying to assess.

We?

(beeping)

(sighing)

Thank you.

Our database confirms her as Natalia Buskhova.

Wanted for money laundering,
drug smuggling and arms dealing.

And who the hell are you?

Rossi, Interpol.

- Donovan.
- You know this man?

CEO of a large construction company.

He'd set up local companies
to bid on American reconstruction contracts.

- War profiteer.
- Mm-hmm.

How much did he steal?

- Close to a hundred million
over the last two years.

- The killers targeted the front and rear car
to track their prey.

They used predominantly 5.56-cal.

But there is evidence
of a large 50-cal sniper rifle used,

most likely American-made.

I suspect Donovan's own team.

All ex-Special Forces.
They are the ones I'm chasing.

Why? What's Interpol's take in this?

The failed Kabul extraction.

Those men killed
the whole military team,

including one of our agents.

So you're getting close.

Donovan's running out on them,
the mercs panic.

These men do not panic.

They adapt and execute.

They will kill anyone
who gets in their way.

Hmm.

(man shouting)

(background chatter)

(soft music)

(police-radio chatter)

What the fuck, man?

What'd I even do to deserve this shit?

I don't bother anybody.

(indistinct chatter)

Are you serious?

(laughter)
- Look at this little bitch!

- What the fuck are you doing in here, faggot?
You know this is the senior bathroom.

- It's not. I can be here if I want.
- What did you say?

- Man, get off me!
I'm just using the bathroom!

Get off!
- Punch me!

- I'm not gonna fight you! Get off me!
- I know you're not.

You're not gonna do shit,
'cause you're a fucking pussy.

- Stop!
- That's why you don't have any friends here.

(grunting)
- Stop it! I hate you!

Oh, don't cry.

- Help! Somebody help me!
(laughter)

(muffled): Help! Ow!

You're hurting me!
- "Ow, he's hurting me. "

Stop!

(muffled): Stop! Somebody help me!

Get off me!

- Oh, dude!
- What's going on in here?

Kenny, stop. Get back here!

Have you seen my vest?

Babe?

Lisa? Babe?

Where are you?

Hey, Lisa, didn't you hear me?
- Baby, don't freak out, okay?

- Don't tell me, "Don't freak out. "
Don't freak out about what?

I'm pregnant.

- No way.
- Yeah.

I mean, I... I think so.

I'll have your mom take me
to the doctor's today to make sure, but...

- Oh, my God. Really?
- Yeah.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Oh, my God. I love you.
- I love you, too.

Eleanor, have you seen my...?

You are a treasure.

- And we should be enjoying
our day together.

When the man calls, you go.

- You could have said no.
It's our anniversary, Randy.

- How is my hair?
(chuckling)

- You should leave the bank
and become a stand-up comedian.

Then I could not spend my nights with you.

You don't spend your days with me, either.

Eleanor.

- It wouldn't kill you
if you were more assertive, Randy.

You do so much for that bank.

- Okay, I'll ask...
No, no, I'll instruct Judy to close up tonight.

You and I can have an early dinner.
And then, together, maybe... we can...

...fall asleep in front of the TV?

Mm... I would like that very much.

Go, if you're going.

I love you, too.

(background chatter)

Good morning.

Well, good morning.

Always nice to start my day
helping a pretty lady.

You here to buy? Shoot?

I give lessons.

- I'll be buying,
if you have what I need.

Hmm.

Well, I got a great selection
of ladies' weapons.

- They're very pretty.
But how do I know they work?

Lady, I'm a combat vet.

And every weapon in here
meets my exacting standards.

What if I wanted something...

...bigger?

What do you have in mind?

AR 15s... Benelli M4s...

maybe an... 107 Barrett...

grenades...

a little C-4, for old times' sake.

- Hey, I don't know
what you're talking about.

Oh, Carl...

You're too modest.

Tre said you could fix me up.

I don't know no Tre.

Are you certain?

Yep.

Mr. Fisk,

if one person dies
because of a weapon you provided...

...I'll make sure you are held liable.

- Hey, what about the name George?
I like the name George.

I don't think so.

- Why not? George is a good name.
- You're so cute.

We don't even know
if it's a boy or a girl yet.

- It's gonna be a boy,
I promise you that.

What about Mike?

Are you kidding?

(bell ringing)

- Thank you for coming down here so quickly,
Mrs. Ralston.

- You threatened to expel my son.
- Well, as you and Kenny are aware,

we have a zero-tolerance policy
when it comes to violence in this school.

Do you have a zero-tolerance policy

when it comes to my son
getting his head shoved in a urinal?

- The teacher who reported your son's attack
saw no evidence of that.

Look, we expect our students
to report harassment.

We even have a student protocol that says:

"If a teen's being mean,
to a teacher, come clean. "

- I'm gonna be late for my shift
at the hospital.

Are you planning to expel my son?

I'd like to try and avoid that.

Kenny's never been in trouble before.

Look, we have a community-outreach program
run in cooperation with the local police force.

- Police? My son's not doing
one of those scared-straight things.

- Try and think of this more
as a course correction.

It's a ride-along.
He accompanies an officer on a routine patrol.

And then he gets a close-up look
at where bad choices can take you.

- An African-American boy
sits in the back of a police car all day.

And that's your solution?

Well, it's that or expulsion.

- What's wrong with naming the baby
after your dad?

He doesn't deserve it.

My dad doesn't care
about that kind of stuff.

- Your dad loves you.
He just doesn't know how to express it.

He's had a tough year.

Well, I don't care.

He needs to learn
it's not all about him.

He's still coming to terms.

It happened so fast.

Seven months?

- In a 30-year marriage.
I know to us seven months felt like...

- Like a lifetime?
Yeah, it was.

Hers!

He couldn't accept the diagnosis, Lisa.

Talking is not your dad's best skill.
You know that.

It was like talking about it
made it real for him.

- But it was real.
It was chemo and radiation and pain.

And losing her hair?

God, Steve, the day she died,
he even looked surprised!

Look, I married a cop.
I know the drill.

You put on the badge and the gun
and you head out the door,

not knowing if you're coming home.

And you leave us behind

with a smile and a little wave
and all that terror.

And we suck it up.
We deal with it. We cope.

But when she needed him
to do the same for her, he failed.

Right till the very end,
he made her be the strong one.

I'm not gonna be like that, okay?

I'm gonna be right here with you
every step of the way,

with you and little Sarah.

Or little Suzy.

Georgina?

I love you both.

You're my whole life.

You're gonna be a great dad.

(insistent honking)

- That's your father.
- Of course it is.

(honking)

Hey, what's happening, Mike?

Well, you know, same old shit.

(soft music)

(beeping)

(buzzing)

- Hey, listen, you're not gonna believe
what I just found out.

Is everything alright?

Lisa's pregnant.

- Wow! Wow!
- Yeah.

(Steve chuckling)
- Wow.

- Yeah.
- Well, that's... that's... some news.

Mm.

Oh, yeah.

I'm happy for you guys.

- Thanks, Mike.
Thank you. That... that means a lot.

Hey...

you should give her a call.

Just one call.
She'd love to hear from you.

So how do we look?

I have 1.36 million.

Perfect like always. Thank you, Judith.

Thanks, Randall.

- Look, we open in two,
so let's keep up the good work.

If you start to get low, call me over
before you run out of cash, not after.

- You got it, Randy.
- Let's have a great day.

(guns cocking)

How many. 223 rounds total?

- 5200.
- That's good.

More likely we won't need to use it.
Get it packed up.

Yeah.

Here you go.

Yeah, sitting here enjoying my coffee.

Yeah.

Yeah.

(background chatter)

- Here you go.
- Ah, hold on.

Why don't you keep the change, darling?

- Thank you.
- Have a nice day.

Yeah, you, too.

- Driveway up here.
Parks the car. Main entrance.

All windows face the street.

- Opposition?
- One security guard. Inconsequential.

- How about hostages?
- Half-a-dozen staff.

Number of customers variable.

- Fire exit's on the same wall
as the main doors. No back way out.

- Five minutes.
- We handle that. We're gone and we're rich.

- Hurrah.
- Hurrah.

- This is the time to retire.
I'm... I'm retiring at the right time.

I was a cop at the right time.
- That's right.

- You're gonna have a lot of crap
to deal with moving forward.

- I know.
- A lot of crap.

Because everyone's got a camera,
everyone's got a lawyer,

and it's just... it's not...
it's not a good time.

(sirens wailing in distance)

Sign here, please.

- So when should I be back to pick him up?
- They should be back around 6:00.

And this is completely safe?

Yes, we do these ride-alongs all the time.

I'll make sure the officer
has your number, and, uh,

he'll give you a call on their way back.

Okay, thanks.

- Alright. Love you, Ma.
- I love you, too.

(sirens wailing)

(grunting)

- Hey, Mac, I didn't know it was
Bring Your Grandpa to Work Day.

(chuckling)
I would've brought mine too, man.

- Oh, yeah? How you gonna bring yours?
He get paroled?

- Actually, it looks like
I'm gonna be a grandfather after all.

Can't pull out what you can't put in, buddy.

- Yeah, Mac finally got
my fucking daughter pregnant!

Oh, well, I guess it could've been worse.
Could've been you.

- Why you gotta say that, man?
'Cause I'm black?

No. Yes.

(chuckling)
- Alright.

No, seriously, guys, congratulations.

- So I hear Chandler's thinking about retiring.
- Never happen.

- You think?
- Cops like him don't retire.

- What about cops like me?
- You?

You'll be cleaning your gun one day
and shoot your foot off.

- Hilarious.
- Maybe your nuts.

- Hey, let me ask you something.
You ever think about going into comedy?

You'd be amazing with a microphone.

- I thought about it.
But seriously, you're a shitty shooter.

- It all depends what I'm shooting at.
- Oh.

- Thanks for the pep talk.
- Anytime.

Good morning, MacAvoy.

- Yeah, it is. How's the new guy?
- New.

Ride-along? What kind of shit is this?

(background chatter)

Can't believe we've gotta do this.

We all have to be Officer Bill some days.

You ready to go?

- Yeah, I guess.
- You guess? Stand up.

I hope you don't think
this is some kind of fun adventure

you can run home and brag about to your friends,
'cause it's not, little man.

You are here 'cause you fucked up,
you understand?

- Yeah, I understand.
- Something funny?

No. I'm sorry.

- Then you better wipe that goofy smirk
off your face.

- Alright. Walk over to the front door.
Stop when you get to it.

(radio): 23-Paul-01,
we have a 4-88 report.

21560 Abrams Street.
White male, mid-thirties.

23-Paul-1, copy. En route.

(siren wailing)

It's time. Load up.

(rock music)

- 23-Paul-1. We're 97 and out
with a possible petty-theft subject.

(radio): Copy that, 23-Paul-1.

Hey, stay where you are. Stand up.

Put your hands in the air.

Let me see your hands.

I said put your hands up!

- Do it now!
- What did I do, man?

- That's what we're gonna find out.
Just do what he tells you.

- Hands behind the head!
Interlace the fingers! Spread your legs.

- I don't understand.
I didn't do anything wrong.

- Spread your fucking legs.
You got anything sharp in those pockets?

Any needles gonna poke me, huh?
- No, man.

- You sure about that?
- Yeah.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- I'm gonna get the clerk's statement.
- Copy that.

- So can I go, man?
- No.

(muffled):
That guy always comes around here,

begging for money and stuff, right?

The guy walks out
with a carton of cigarettes...

(tense music)

- Okay, we're a couple blocks out.
Let's go through it.

- I park us out front,
keep my eyes open for any heroes.

- I'm first through the door
and over the barrier.

I'm in second with the bags.

- I'm third through the door.
I handle crowd control.

- Take the safe key, open the safe.
Luke, you load the bags.

- I take the first bag.
- I take the second bag.

Everyone back in the vehicle.

That's when we drive away slo-mo, brothers.

In and out. Five minutes max, guys.

- Am I being arrested?
- Not yet.

I'll tell you if you are.

Is this your bag?

Is it, or isn't it?

- Yes, it is.
- You mind if I search it?

- Do I have a choice?
- No.

23-Paul-1, we have one in custody.

Can you roll us a transport unit?
I have a rider and no cage.

- Come on!
- Go, go, go, go, go!

(woman): Ah!
- Come on!

Come on!

Everybody get down!
- Get the fuck down!

(shouting)
- Calm down! Calm down!

- Get down!
- Calm down!

- Get the fuck down!
Don't move! Don't... don't fucking move!

- Any fucking heroes,
I'll take your fucking heads off!

- Open the fucking door
before I shoot your fucking head off!

(buzzing)
- Oh, yeah.

Well done, well done,
well done, well done, well done.

- Everybody out right now!
You, too! Out!

- Okay, okay.
(woman whimpering)

(panting)
- Open the fucking vault.

(grunting)
Open the fucking safe.

Open it! Come on!

Come on!

- Alright, get the fuck outta the way.
You got one minute to pack up the cash.

You know me, bro. I got this.

- Get it done! Come on!
- I will!

- Okay, listen up, everybody!
I want to see everyone's phone on the ground!

Now! Get it done!

Put all the phones in this! Come on!
Out, out, out with your phones!

Right... Go, go, go! Do it now!

Go, go, go, go, go.

Everybody!

You, too! Get the phone out now!
Come on, faster! Go!

I'll be right back.

Hey, brothers. Why don't you, uh...

(over radio):... keep it cool in there
for a minute.

Looks like we got some county blues
making a donut run.

- Rob! What's going on?
- Local police are here.

- Hands behind your head!
Interlace the fingers!

Spread your legs.
- I don't understand.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Will you shut that thing off?

- My mom tells me to keep it on,
just in case an emergency.

- I'm here in case of an emergency.
Give it to me.

- You can't just take my phone.
- I'm not taking it.

Everywhere I go these days,
I've got a goddamn camera in my face.

You can have it back
when I drop you off.

- You're just mad 'cause you can't go around
beating up anybody anymore.

Yeah. You're one to talk.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- Means I read your file. Battery?

Yeah...

That's a pretty serious charge.

- I mean,
I guess I did hurt someone, but...

It's a long story.

You don't look like a tough guy.

What is it? What, you just like to fight?

No.

Not at all.

I just get bullied.

Get choked out, punched, kicked,

pushed against the wall.

It just keeps getting worse.

But you hurt another kid. Why?

- I mean, he pushed me into the toilet, so...
I just closed my eyes and swung.

Yeah, I would've done the same thing.

Why do you think
these assholes are bullying you?

I dunno.

Guess 'cause I'm different.

They want me to change, but...

...I can't.

- What about your friends?
Don't you have anybody who'll stick up for you?

I don't have any friends.

Well, no one's gonna pick on you today.

I'll make sure of it.

Sounds good.

Here you go.

- Hey, Mac.
- Hmm.

Look at that Escalade in front of the bank.

It's parked in the red.

We have a couple of overachievers here.

- 23-Paul-1, we're gonna be out
with a black Cadillac Escalade.

- Let's give them something else
to worry about. Hyde.

Make the call.

- Enjoy, gentlemen.
- Thank you.

- I'm gonna go for a smoke.
- Okay.

Let's do this.

(beeping)

Do you see the plate?

Almost.

- All units,
explosion at 1033 Cranberry Boulevard.

Possible terrorist activity.
All units respond.

Fuck!

- Do we go?
- Not with the kid riding along.

We'll stay on Mr. Parking Violation.

- They're not going for it.
- Give them a minute.

Hyde, stay frosty.

You're gonna help my friend
bag up the cash.

- Jacobs!
- Take it.

- I'm a shitty marksman, remember?
- Just don't shoot me in the ass.

Copy that.

- I want a four-block perimeter,
the lot behind Willard Automotive.

Keep sharp for secondary bombers. Let's go!

(sirens wailing)

(TV):... let emergency personnel
get in there and do their job.

Once again, a terrible explosion.
Now we have confirmation...

- Okay, listen up.
We need to clear the ER for incoming.

The snifflers, stomach aches,
broken bones get sent to County.

I need all triage teams standing by.
Dr. Metcalf.

- On it.
All elective surgeries will be cancelled.

- Linda, alert burn unit.
Anybody not prepping is donating blood.

Let's move, people! Now!
Let's go, let's go, let's go!

(radio): Breaking news.
We have just received information.

A devastating explosion
has just rocked the city of Chesterford.

Eight people are reportedly dead,
with scores more injured.

Although reports of casualties
are now just still coming in,

the death toll is expected to rise.
We will of course...

GPS. New destination.

Chesterford.

(GPS): Recalculating route. Exit 16.

Turn right at Deeter Avenue.

(tires screeching)
(honking)

(sirens wailing)

- Alright, gentlemen, let's keep it secure.
I want snipers on all roofs. Go.

And get me intel on who, what,
when and why this happened.

Captain Horst.

The waitress was outside having a smoke.
She says no one walked in.

The explosion came from inside.
- Does anyone else confirm that?

(puffing)

(tires screeching)
- Kenny, get down!

Back up! Back up! Go, go, go!

Kenny, stay down on the floor!

Shots fired! Shots fired!

Code 9! We have officers in need of assistance!
Shots fired!

- That's MacAvoy.
- Go. We'll finish our sweep and catch up.

- Yo, what the fuck, Tre?
The hell's going on out there?

- Stay with the plan, Luke!
Rob, what's going on?

Hyde's lightin' them up.

(screaming)
- Oh, my God!

(screaming)

(people screaming)

- Get on the ground!
Put your heads down!

We're not here to play any games.

(woman sobbing)

- Kenny! Stay down on the floor
and cover your head!

(grunting)
- Fuck! Chandler!

Chandler! My seatbelt's stuck!

One suspect with an automatic weapon
outside National Bank!

It's a possible 2-11 in progress!

What should we do?

Get everyone in the office.

Hey. You're gonna show my partner
where your office is.

You already have the money.

Why don't you just leave?

None of these people have done anything to you.

- I said... you're gonna show my partner
where your office is.

(grunting)
(woman): He can't breathe! Let him go!

(clients sobbing)

- You. Get up. Get up, bitch! Get up!
(sobbing, screaming)

You feel like talking?
Shut the fuck up! Shut the...

(gunfire)

Ah!

(exclaiming)

(gunfire)

Stay down, okay! Just stay down!

(panting)

Dammit, the shooter's coming this way!

(grunting)

Stay down, Kenny!
- What are you going to do now?!

(screaming)

- Guys, don't leave me here!
- No one's leaving you!

There's another shooter in the doorway!
He's got a hostage!

I can't see it from here!

(woman crying out)

- Now, y'all gonna sit down,
face the wall, Indian-style.

Sit down, fat man!

Come on now, let's go!
Make it quick!

Get in there!

Let's go.

(sirens wailing)

- Help! Help!
Get me outta here, please! Help!

- Mac! Back door's jammed!
Get Kenny out of the car!

Help!

Come on! Come on!

Stay down! Stay down! You hurt?

- No, I'm good.
- Okay.

- Mac, you got Kenny?
- Yeah, he's right here!

- Can you come around to this side?
- Yeah, I think so.

We're coming now!
Listen to me.

You keep your head down and get down!
You run as fast as you can, okay?

Go, go, go, go, go!

Ah!

(crying out)

(panting)
(grunting)

(grunting)

(groaning)

(woman): No! Ah!
(gunshot)

(helicopter hovering)

(gunfire)

(tires screeching)

Ah, fuck! I got shot!

- Where?!
- I got shot!

(glass breaking)

(panting)

Ah! Ah! Fuck!

(sirens wailing)

He fucking shot me.
(moaning)

- 23-Paul-1, I have an officer down.
Repeat, officer down.

I'm hit, Mike! I'm fucking hit, man!

- Just hang on, man!
- I'm hit!

- I'm just trying to get the...
get the med kit! Hang on!

(moaning)

Ah...

(indistinct police-radio communication)

- Stay with me, Mac.
It's only a scratch.

- I'm bleeding out, Mike.
Mike, I'm bleeding out. I'm gonna die today.

No, listen! You just listen to me!

You hold on! You are not dying today!

Alright? Kenny, come here.
I need you to keep pressure on that wound.

Just twist it. Just like that.
Just twist it really tight.

- Yeah.
(sirens wailing)

You're doing great.

(sirens wailing)

- Everybody get down!
- Come on, come on, come on!

- Hey.
- Hmm?

- Forget about that for now.
They're gonna set a perimeter up soon.

- We're going out the front?
- I don't think so.

Time to change the plan.
Grab the Zytec.

Ah, it's party time.

(machines beeping)
(background chatter)

Here. Right here.

We're gonna take care of you, ma'am.
Suzy, get Orthopaedic down here.

I'm on it.

- Shawnee.
- Yes.

- Get ready for more incoming.
- Oh, my God. Not another bomb.

- No, bank robbery,
multiple gunshot victims.

What?

- Yeah, I got four snipers on the roofs.
Perimeter's secure.

Okay. Copy that. 10-4.

Captain Horst?

Rossi, Interpol.

- This is really not a good time, Miss Rosy.
I'm kind of busy right now, okay?

- I believe we can assist each other.
- Really?

- I found this in a warehouse outside of town
as part of my investigation.

C-4. Where'd you get this?

Here's the address.

- Okay, now you got my attention.
Just don't go wandering off anywhere, okay?

May I look around?

- Sure. Just please do me a favour and don't...
- Do not touch anything.

- Yeah. And you know what?
You can start with the waitress.

She's over there by the ambulance.
I think she might be helpful.

Thank you.

Have you seen any of these men?

- Him. He was here this morning.
He left a really big tip.

Thank you.

(shouting)

- That's right, Kenny. Pull it tight.
(panting)

Mike... I'm stone-cold, man.

I can feel I'm going into hypovolemic shock.
I can feel it.

Mac. Mac!

Medical, I need someone out here now.

- I'm cold, man. I can feel it.
I'm going cold.

- If you fucking die on me,
I'll fucking kill you!

Kenny, twist it tight!
Press down hard! You got this?

Yeah.

Going hot.

Sending!

(gunshot)

We're almost out of this, Mac.

Kenny, stay sharp.

You're doing great.

- Delaney, we gotta press forward, man!
We can't stay here!

You're gonna be okay.

- Bull's-eye!
(exclaiming)

MacAvoy. MacAvoy! MacAvoy!

- I'm not doing good, Kenny.
I'm not doing good.

No, you can't die!

Wake up! Stay with me!

You can't go. You can't go! You can't go.

(tinkling)

(gunfire)

Sniper!

Office down! Officer down!

(phone vibrating)

(reporter):... emergency personnel
are now on the scene...

- Wake up! Wake up!
(gunfire)

What do you want me to do?
I don't know how to help.

MacAvoy, wake up! Stay with me!

I want you...

...to record me on your phone.

- Right now?
- Yeah.

And I want you to make a video of me...
on your phone right now.

- A video?
- Yeah, just do it, Ken.

Just do it.

It's recording.

Honey.

Something bad happened and...

I know I promise you
every morning that...

I'll be safe and... I'll make it back to you,
back home safely, but...

I can't keep that promise today.

I really didn't think I'd go out like this.

I just wanna say...

...that I love you.

(sniffling)

And I love our baby.

Hey, kiddo.

I'm your dad.

I'm sorry I'm such a mess right now,
and I'm sorry I'm not there for you.

It's... it's not fair.

And life's tough,
so... you have to be twice as strong

for your dad, okay?
'Cause I can't protect you.

And I will always be your dad.

(sobbing): Turn it off.

(gunfire)

Come here!

Listen to me. Listen.

(panting)

(ringing)

Hey, this is Steve.
I'm not here right now...

(ringing)

Pick up, baby. Come on, pick up.

- Hey, this is Steve.
I'm not here right now, so leave a...

- Hanson, I gotta get to 23!
I gotta get to Chandler!

- I'm gonna keep firing!
- Where's medical?! This is bullshit!

- I can hear 'em coming!
- Stay low.

- Where's he hit?
- In the chest!

- It went through his vest?
- Yes, straight through.

- You gotta cover me!
- Cover! 10-4!

- On three, I'm gonna move!
- Move, move, move!

- Move! Move!
- Move, move, move! Let's go!

Come on, take cover!

Ah, shit!

He's... he's gone! He's gone!

- Come on, he's gone!
Let's get outta here! Let's go! Move!

- Mac, my man.
You're gonna be fine, Mac, okay? Alright?

- Hanson, Hanson...
- You're gonna be fine.

- I need another mag!
- I'm on my last one!

- We're moving!
On three, two, one! Get up!

Go! Let's go! Come on!

Jacobs, we're moving! Lay down cover fire!

I got him. Let's go! Go, go! Let's go!

Come on, keep going! Come on!

Move, move, move, move!

- Ah!
(groaning)

(soft, dramatic music)

- Move. Let's go.
- Move, move, move!

- Snap! Come on!
We're gonna lay him right here.

Be careful with him. He's hit in the leg.

- No sign of vitals. Four units of O-neg.
We gotta move him now.

Hell, I'm going to get Jacobs. I'll be back!

I got you! I got you!

Come on! Come on!
Just hang in there!

That hurts!

(siren wailing)

Until SWAT gets here,

we're gonna lock this area down
so no one else dies today.

You with me?
- Yeah, I'm good.

- Where's Kenny?
- Who?

- The kid! My ride-along. He was with Jacobs.
Where is he? We gotta find him.

- Alright, alright. You guys go find the kid.
I'm gonna lock this place down.

- Alright. Copy.
Come on, let's move.

- We're gonna have to wait for dark.
Move back!

You guys have a... have a teenager?

A teenager? I don't think so.

(phone ringing)

- Hello?
- Dad?

Lisa...

They're taking him to St. Luke's.
Honey, uh...

It doesn't look good.

I'm sorry.

Gunshot wound to the leg.

We already shocked him twice on the way.

Trauma one. Right here.

Scalpel.

(screaming in distance)

- Ma'am, you can't...
- That's my husband.

Steve?
- Ma'am, you gotta leave.

- I'm not going anywhere!
This is my husband!

- Let us do our job! Ma'am!
- I'm here, baby.

I'm here. We're both here.

- Gunshot.
Looks like a clear exit wound.

- Jacobs? Jacobs, what happened?
- Not now.

- Mike and Steve stumbled
on a bank job.

Those motherfuckers
have more firepower than...

than the devil.

- Doc, the dressing was plugging the wound.
- I gotta see it to fix it.

Jacobs, is my dad still at the scene?

Probably looking for the kid.

What kid?

- Ride-along.
Mike and Steve had a ride-along.

That's my baby. That's Kenny.

(phone ringing)

That's him! That's his ring! That's his ring!

Here.

- Yes, baby, it's... it's me.
I'm here. I'm here, Kenny. Where are you?

- I'm in this parking lot.
I'm in this car by the bank.

They're robbing the bank.
They're shooting people.

I know, honey. I know. Are you safe?

- I don't know.
I should be good where I am.

Okay. Listen, listen. Don't move, okay?

Don't move until the police
or somebody safe comes to get you, okay?

- Ma, I'm scared.
- I know, baby.

I know,
but we're gonna get through this, okay?

You and me, we're gonna get through this.

You're gonna be tough, I'm gonna be tough.
And you're my tough guy, okay?

(phone beeping)
- Mom, my phone is gonna go off.

Okay. You stay there, hear me?

Don't move. Stay right where you are.

- I love you.
- I love you, too.

(beeping)
- Ma! Ma!

Hello? He's...

He's gone.

My boy...

(sighing)

- Gentlemen, what's the status?
- Lieutenant, my partner,

Officer MacAvoy and I,
were first on the scene.

We pulled up at approximately
1000 hours,

and immediately witnessed
a black Escalade running curbside about 50 yards

from the entrance to the bank.

There was a white male
seated behind the wheel.

- Did you notice any of the suspects
entering or exiting the bank?

- No, sir. At the moment,
we were focused on the vehicle and the driver,

but just as we came to a stop,
the driver stepped out of the Escalade

with a fully automatic assault rifle,
and that is when...

...we began taking incoming fire and my...

...partner was hit.

No other passengers in your vehicle?

- Uh, yes, sir.
Yes, we had one ride-along in the back.

- You had a ride-along in the back?
Where's the ride-along now?

- Where's the ride-along now?
I don't know where the ride-along is, sir.

What took you so long?

- Chandler, I just need to know
where the ride-along is.

What... No, what took you so long?

- We... we can only get to this active shooter
as quick as possible...

- No, you were an hour late,
and we were outgunned.

- Chandler...
- And my... and my son is dead!!!

He's dead!!

He has a child on the way!!

What took you so long?!

Chandler, you gotta de-escalate.

You gotta let me put together
my SWAT team here,

let me get an entry plan in place
so we can get into this building

and get this structure cleared.
I need you to bring it down for me, okay?

Who the hell are you?

- Rossi, Interpol.
- Okay, and?

- She gave us the lead on the warehouse.
- And?

- And she confirmed
who we're dealing with.

- I'm well aware of who we're dealing with.
I'm very familiar with these assholes.

- Well, that's very...
American of you to say.

- Okay, listen, listen, I got the mayor...
Excuse me. I got the mayor crawling up my ass.

I got the governor talking
about flying out here to coordinate this thing,

but right now I don't have time for this.

I either need these guys in cuffs,
or I need these guys on a slab.

Agent Whatever-your-name-is,
if you've got useful intel that I can use

for my entry team,
then go ahead and coordinate it, okay?

I'm done.

Your lieutenant is an imbecile.

- You know what? I'm pretty sure Mike Chandler
would agree with you on that one.

- Officer Chandler learned
what those men in the bank are capable of.

Thank you, we already have a plan.

These men don't go by the book, Captain.

They're waiting for you to attack.

Have you read Moltke?

"No plan of operations
extends with any certainty. "

- "Beyond the first contact
with the main hostile force. "

Is that the best you can do?

- These men are experts
at the point of first contact.

They turn plans against the planner.

An escape route becomes a trap.

Tell me, what do I do? Do I let them go?

Wait it out? Hmm?
- I just...

- No, wait, tell me, what the hell do I do
when they start shooting hostages in there?

- I just...
- Just what?

I want you to understand.

They will use your assault
to leverage their escape.

Everyone on that street will be in danger.

(gun cocking)

- This reminds me of that extraction
we did in Kabul. Remember that shit?

Mm-hmm.

- How many killings did you get?
(scoffing)

- 32.
(chuckling)

That's right. The legend.

- We made it outta there,
we can make it outta here.

- Not much longer now.
We're gonna walk outta here with over a mil.

- Well, that's a lot more than we ever made
from the military, isn't it?

We're not home yet.

We can expect SWAT very soon.
(chuckling)

Let's do what we do.

- I'm gonna go check up on the hostages.
- Right.

(gun cocking)

- Everybody good to go?
- 10-4.

- No! No, man! I wasn't...
I wasn't doing anything!

What the fuck do you think you're doing?

- I wasn't doing nothing, man.
- You leave him alone!

You're not a hero.

- You're gonna shoot me?
Come on, just go ahead and do it.

Shoot me right here now.
Yes, yes, yeah.

(gunshot)
(all screaming)

(people sobbing)

Eat something.

Any intel?

- We were able to access
the bank's interior surveillance cameras.

We have hostages.
My best count makes it 13.

- Red team, we can make our approach
from the east corner here, slow and deliberate.

Blue team, opposite side. Force entry here,
right through the main entrance.

Now, from the video,
it looks like we have four suspects.

We'll assume there's more.
Any questions?

- Negative.
- I can get 5 guns in there in 3 seconds.

- Set it up.
- You got it.

- Alright, gentlemen, let's keep the casualties
down to a minimum, okay?

Roger that.

Sir.

- Chandler, what's up?
- Sir, what about the kid?

He's gotta be out there
in that parking lot somewhere.

We got this. Just let us do our job, okay?

Sir, he's my responsibility.

Not anymore.

We'll get the ride-along.
Let's move out!

(cocking rifle)

Here they come.

I'll go get Tre.

Go.

- Nice having y'all.
Just line it up here.

It's the beginning of the end right now.
Come on, move it in. Let's go! Let's go!

- Come on.
- Get the fuck out.

Moving.

Be advised SWAT's moving in.

- Now come on, move it in!
Let's go! Let's go! Come on.

- Come on! Go, go, go, go, go!
Faster, faster! Don't fuck up.

- One, two. One, two.
- Right.

Single line. Single line. Alright.

It's him.

He's in that Chevy Blazer.
I'm going for him.

SWAT's about to make entry.

I don't care. I can't leave him.

- If you wanna go get the kid,
I'm with you. Okay?

Let's go get the kid.

This is my deal. I can't ask.

- Look, you didn't ask.
And we're brothers.

Yeah, we are. Let's go get him.

Alright, let's do this.

(people sobbing)

(tie wraps cinching)

- Stop him!
(grunting)

(people screaming)

- Listen to me. Listen!
You're almost there.

When I say go, get them through the door
and into the parking lot.

Okay? Okay?!!

Rob, Luke! Let's set up!

(helicopters hovering)

We're gonna have to make a run for it.

- Okay. Follow me.
- I'll cover you.

Alright, I'm moving.

- Kenny!
- Chandler!

- Come on. SWAT's gonna breach the building.
Gotta get to safe distance.

Nice and easy, boys. Nice and easy.

Okay, guys, 10 seconds.

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

(exclamations)

Move, move, move!

- Move! Move!
- He put something in my pocket!

- Where?
- Here!

Shit! Move!

Shit!

(beeping)
(people screaming)

Go, go, go!

Grenades!

(gunfire)

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Goddammit! Fuck!

Get them the fuck outta there now!

All of them, I want them out! Now!

Let's take these assholes out!

(screaming)

(groaning)

Push him back!

Hanson, keep firing!

Ah!

Ah, fuck!

(gunshot)

You alright?

(sirens wailing)

(soft music)

Kenny? Kenny!

Oh!

Are you alright?

- I'm fine.
- You sure?

One-hundred percent.

You did good today.

Thank you.

Sorry it turned out like this.

Dad!

I love you, sweetheart.

I love you, too, Dad.

(people): Surprise! Happy birthday!

What are you guys doing here?

- Come here! Come here!
- Happy birthday!

- Surprise!
- There's people in my house.

Can't have that. How'd you get in?

- We got him good.
(laughter)

Come kiss your granddaughter.

- Hey, Kenny, where's that phone
you're always screwing around with?

I wanna take some new pics.

Subtitling: CNST, Montreal