All language subtitles for HUMAN TARGET - S02 E09 - Imbroglio (720p - DCU Web-DL)

[dramatic music]

[grunting]

[gunshot]

[music continues]

Well, if it isn't the
long-lost Ilsa Pucci.

Hello, Connie.

It's been almost a year.

Not a phone call, nothing.

Well, don't just stand there.

Give your sister-in-law a hug

so we can both go in.

[chuckles]

(Connie) 'Apologies for wanting
to meet in the alley like this.'

'Security, you know.'

And I'm sorry to drop
in on such short notice.

Oh, please. I'm
thrilled you're here.

And I hope you don't mind my
asking to meet your new team.

Of course not. You have
every right to meet them.

[chuckles] You're Chairman
of the Board of my foundation.

They're technically
your employees.

What?

You're like a teenager
who doesn't want daddy

to meet her new friends.

Don't be absurd.

I mean, these are men
of skill, of... of character.

They're professionals..

Of the highest caliber.

(Chance) 'Okay, shoot me.'

Dear God!

- What are you doing here?
- What am I doing here?

What are you doing?

We just got some new
body armor in the mail.

- I wanna try it out.
- Try it out? Here?

We can't do it
outside, there's..

You know, kids and stuff.

Dude, we gonna do this or what?

Yeah. Let's go.

Didn't anyone get my messages?

That guy's not gonna call.

Really?

Five minutes. I leave
you alone for five minutes!

Well, hard to see how that
could have gone any worse.

Gentlemen, this is my
sister-in-law Connie.

Marshall's sister.

She's treating me
to the opera tonight.

'Connie, this is the team.'

- How you doing?
- Hi.

Hi.

Good, well, perhaps we
could end my humiliation there

retire to my office.

Listen, by the way, Mrs.
Pucci, you still gonna need

that security escort
we talked about..

You asked for an escort?

I just had a scare a
couple of nights ago.

I thought someone
was following me.

- 'You saw someone?'
- Well, no. Uhm..

On second thought, Mr. Winston,
that won't be necessary.

I think I was just
imaging things.

- You sure?
- Yes.

(Ilsa) 'Quite sure.'

Besides, Mr. Patrick from
Connie's security detail

will be joing us. So I'm sure
there won't be a problem.

Wow. Sister-in-law's
smoking hot.

What?

Boss lady seems kind of
frazzled, don't you think?

Well, what do you
expect after that..

Incident at her apartment
with that Lopez maniac?

And then she brings
her sister-in-law

down here to meet all of
us. And what does she get?

'You two taking target
practice on each other.'

I can see it in
your face, Connie.

The board disapproves
of what I'm doing here.

Car chases and
shootouts don't exactly fit

our mission statement.

They're worried you
might be out of your depth.

So they sent you
to check up on me?

Nobody sent me to do anything.

Do you know when the last
time was that we saw each other?

Not offhand. I mean...

It was Marshall's funeral.

[sighs]

Even though he's gone..

I still consider
you family, Ilsa.

And the only reason I'm here
is to make sure you're okay.

I'm fine.

Honestly.

I'm in good hands here.

How's it going?

So is there any
particular reason

why you're tagging
along tonight?

Come on, a little shoptalk.

Someone hacked
the firewall around

the Opera House
security system last night.

Really?

- You guys check that out?
- Of course.

Ten-second breach,
probably some parazzi

trying to peek
at the guest list.

But after her brother's death
we don't take any chances.

I'm sorry. You said it
was a ten-second breach?

- That's right.
- You sure it wasn't fifteen?

I don't know. Maybe it was.

Are we done now?

Yeah. Yeah.

Thanks. Have fun.

Guerrero, let's do this.

[instrumental music]

(Connie) Well,
what do you think?

The concept is interesting.

Ilsa, the chandelier.

'It's from Marshall's
collection.'

We donated it to the
production in his name.

Doesn't it look magnificent?

It does, Connie, truly.

Are you sure
everything's alright?

I think I'm just a
bit overworked.

(Connie) 'Then a night
out is just what you need.'

[music continues]

Speaking of work,
about earlier..

Oh, Ilsa, relax.

I expected your new employees
to be somewhat unconventional.

I'm glad to know they delivered.

Especially Mr. Chance.

I imagine he cleans
up rather nicely.

I wouldn't know.

Well, uh, I suppose
you're about to find out.

[music continues]

Why in God's name are you here?

Same reason you're
here, to see the show.

Guerrero says it's fantastic.

You know La Traviata?

Alright, I'm not gonna lie.

If I have to sit through
this baroque stuff

I much prefer Rossini.

Will you excuse us a moment?

I heard someone's
got box seats in Venice.

Sweet.

Love to join you sometime.

Alright, Mr. Chance.

Why are you really here?
I want the truth this time.

I told you.

I'm here to see La Tortellini.

That's a type of pasta.

Is it?

Next, you'll tell me you
have Mr. Winston outside

in the surveillance truck
and that Miss Ames is working

the concession stand.

Well, you're right
on the first one.

Ames called, says
she's sick in bed.

But I'm pretty sure I heard slot
machines in the background.

I want to know what's
happening and I want to know now.

[sighs] Look, it's nothing.

- Nothing?
- It's nothing that I know of.

- I just got a bad feeling.
- Based on?

Connie's security guy said

there was a ten-second breach

in the firewall last night.

- Ten seconds?
- Ten seconds.

Sounds minor.

Ten seconds is a perfectly
harmless amount of time

for a firewall to be down.

Fifteen seconds..

That's something different.

'In those five seconds,
on this system'

'somebody who knew
their stuff could break in'

'and make a copy of
the whole mainframe'

'You do that, you hijack
the security system'

'shut down the cameras,
open up any door'

'and take control
of the whole place.'

[dramatic music]

And that's it? That's
why you came along?

Well, look, I know
it's pretty thin but...

Thin, Mr. Chance,
is being generous.

You may not be aware but
I'm under an intense amount

of scrutiny at the moment.

And while I appreciate your
concern for my safety, given..

Recent events

there simply couldn't
be a worse time for you

to indulge in this kind of..

Rampant speculation.

Everyone on the ground!

[gunshots]

[all screaming]

I said on the ground! Now!

[gunshots]

[all screaming]

- Get down now!
- Get down!

Don't move!

[indistinct chattering]

You heard me.

[dramatic music]

- 'Just do what I tell you!'
- I hate it when I'm right.

[theme music]

[intense music]

- What is that?
- Plastic explosives.

- They're sealing us in.
- Patrick, do something.

I wouldn't. These
guys are for real.

So am I.

This should be fun, dude.

[music continues]

[grunting]

[all screaming]

Hope you provide medical.

(male ♪1) Ladies and gentlemen..

I regret to inform you that..

There has been a change
in the night's proceedings.

Winston, you getting this?

Oh, man, I hate it
when you're right.

(male ♪1) 'Among you
are some of the wealthiest'

'most influential
people in the country'

'people whose families will pay'

'a considerable sum
for their safe release.'

If you're wondering why we're
here... you have your answer.

I like to create an
atmosphere of trust.

'Do as we say, and
you will not be harmed.'

Resist us and we will
be forced to do this.

[intense music]

[all gasps]

Consider this the
dress rehearsal.

Great.

The next one will be real.

Is the basement team in place?

Yes. And on schedule.

Separate the hostages.
I'm going to go down there.

- Move. Move.
- What do you think?

Kidnapping in bulks, not
the worst thing I've heard.

I'm just not buying
the ransom thing.

This place has an endowment,
right? Couple of million?

More like $250 million.

I'm just thinking if you're
smart enough to hack

into the mainframe why
not just figure out a way

to steal the money and
save yourself the trouble?

But if it isn't money they're
after, what are they doing here?

We're gonna find out.

What does that mean, "find out?"

(male ♪2) Alright, let's go, people.
Keep walking. Stay with your group.

(male ♪3) You heard
him! Take the stairs now!

(Chance) If we get stuck in here,
we're not gonna get any answers.

What are you thinking?

Oh, man.

- I would keep your distance.
- Great.

Ilsa, what's he
doing? I don't like this.

- Relax, Connie.
- Relax?

You saw what
they did to Patrick.

(Ilsa) 'You're about to
see why I hired this man.'

Why he's in a class of
his own, and why no one

and I mean no one,
can do what he does.

- Isn't that right, Guerrero?
- Oh, yeah.

- Why? What is he going to do?
- He's gonna puke.

[belching]

- Oh, lord!
- 'Argh.'

I wish to God someone would
explain to me what is going on.

Well, you know how some
people have perfect pitch

others can see well at night?

Well... Chance can vomit on cue.

[belching]

Hey. Come on, let's go.

Yes, but why, Guerrero?
Why is he vomiting?

Because now it's one-on-one.

You get it?

Yeah, go on.

Move it. Let's go.

[belching]

Ah, come on.

Keep going.

[grunting]

[dramatic music]

What the hell happened?

[grunting]

[all gasps]

[indistinct chattering]

Did you wash your hands first?

Brilliant work.

See? Nothing to worry about.

Ahem, sorry, folks, it's
gonna be a little longer.

'Just stay in your seats.'

Only if Mr. Chance
plans to get us

to the nearest exit
as soon as possible.

That is your plan, correct?

No.

Why not?

'Cause the doors are
wired with explosives.

Even if we could disarm them

there's a room full
of other hostages.

Well, his plan is just-just
to sit here and do nothing?

Not just sit here.

We have to figure
out what they want.

Then we use that to leverage

to get the hostages free safely.

Winston, you with me?

I've been listening to you heave

for the last ten minutes.

Why would I go anywhere?

Look, I heard some radio
squawk on the terrorists

about something going
on in the basement.

That seems to be
where the action is.

'Can you listen in on that?'

Let me move these mikes around

see what I can get.

[static]

Oh, we got something.

And I mean, if I can
pick it up from here

it must be damn loud.

The generator?

It sounds more like drilling.

[drill machine whirring]

Maybe we're looking
at this the wrong way.

Remember the job
you had in Modesto?

Uh! No. No.

He is not gonna set
somebody on fire.

No, no, no. The one before that.

- Yeah.
- Can someone please translate?

Long story short, if I
had to get something

very valuable out of
some place very secure

and the front door
wasn't an option, so...

He rented the
building next door.

He dug underneath
and then across.

Yeah. It's one of
my finer moments.

The point being,
maybe what they're after

isn't in the Opera House.

Alright, I'm just gonna look
and see what's nearby here.

Okay.

We got apartment buildings.

We got office towers,
not really much to go on.

I guess you know
what that means, right?

Oh, I got to go in the basement
and see what they're up to.

Alright, hang on. Let me pull
up a floor plan on my skydrive.

Don't want you getting cornered.

[intense music]

[knock on door]

- 'Uh-oh.'
- What?

FBI. Come out of the van
with your hands in the air.

- Somebody call 911?
- Dude.

What?

(male ♪4) 'Hands
where we can see them.'

[indistinct chatter on radio]

Relax.

We're being held by armed thugs.

Why wouldn't I call the police?

Hey, it's okay.

We all make mistakes.

I'm just gonna have to find my
way around the basement alone.

Not necessarily.

- I could go with you.
- What?

I've been coming to
this place for years.

I know the layout well.

Ilsa, what are you you thinking?

I'm thinking about the best
way to free the hostages.

Look, I know there are risks
involved but the way I see it...

Nobody cares about
the way you see it.

You're not the operative.
You just have to stay here.

And in light of recent events,
I don't think you're up to this.

Mr. Chance, I'm fine.

And I'd prefer not to have
this argument right now.

Me too.

She stays.

Have a seat, boss.

- Is he serious?
- No.

I'm missing the opera right now.

You don't wanna
test me. Sit down.

You too, sweetie.

[indistinct chattering]

Just wait here.

(male ♪5) 'I needed that
team here an hour ago!'

'Get those cars out of here!'

Chance, you there?

Winston, you alright?

Thought I lost you
there for a second.

Yeah, listen, I'm
kind of in a bit of a fix.

I'm gonna need your help.

This the guy from the van?

Why is he not wearing cuffs?

- 'DHS?'
- Yeah, that's right.

You think I'm an idiot.

This is a power grab.

You wanna muscle
in on my operation.

I don't know who sent you here.

But whoever it was, I'm
about to have their ass.

I'm calling your supervisor.

You think so. Let me tell
you something, young fella.

I'm about to have your ass.

- Who are you calling?
- Oh, you don't wanna know.

Oh, I see what you're doing.

You want me to give you the
name of that guy at DHS, right?

That lunatic that everybody
at the bureau is afraid of?

- Mm-hmm.
- 'Well, rest easy, pal.'

I'm here to help.

You've always been there for me.

Time for me to return the favor.

- Teamwork.
- Oh, yeah, I'll hold.

Transfer me to the supervisor.

Oh, what was that guy's name?

It begins with a C or a T..

It rhymes with an animal.

Get on with it, would you?

Clea-Cheaver.

Yeah, this is Farrell, DHS.

Get me Special
Agent Cheaver, please.

Sir, is this, uh,
absolutely necessary?

- On second thought..
- Hang on.

Uh, I'm sorry. What?

Maybe we can
work together on this.

Oh, okay.

- I could clear you a desk.
- Oh, yeah, clear me a desk.

That's good. That's good.

Nice teamwork, pal.

Thanks.

[dramatic music]

So where are you, anyway?

I'm under the Opera House.

It looks like we were right.

Terrorists hammered
their way into the sewers.

What about Ilsa and
Connie? Are they okay?

Oh, don't worry.
They're in good hands.

[indistinct chattering]

(Connie) "Professionals
of the highest caliber?"

What if your professionals
end up getting us killed?

[indistinct chattering]

[music continues]

[grunting]

[dramatic music]

I don't understand. How
can he hold a gun on you?

I thought he was your employee.

He's more of a
freelance, really.

What was that Mr. Chance
was saying about recent events?

Have you been in some
sort of danger before this?

- Connie.
- Come on, Ilsa.

I think I deserve
to know the truth.

Okay, well..

There was this si-situation..

Some maniac broke
into her apartment.

It was a random thing.
Security caught him.

It's not a big deal.

Maybe the board was right.

Right about what?

Earlier when I said
they had concerns..

I was being diplomatic.

The truth is, they think
you've completely lost sight

'of Marshall's mission.'

They want to take
a vote straight away

to remove you as
head of the foundation.

Alright, sounds like you
guys could use a moment.

I'm warning you,
though, keep it civil.

[indistinct chattering]

Lost sight of
Marshall's mission?

But you don't
honestly believe that.

Is that why there's no sign
of him anywhere in your office

not even a picture?

- You do agree with them?
- I defended you.

I said things can't be
as bad as they looked.

Turns out they're worse.

Even if we manage to
get through this night alive

you have got to
promise me that you will

sever all ties
with these people.

Otherwise you
leave me no choice.

[instrumental music]

Winston, I think
I got something.

[drill machine whirring]

We were right again.

They're drilling
up into the surface.

'We gotta find out what's
nearby that's worth killing for.'

Alright, give me your location.

I'm about 150 meters
northeast of the Opera House.

That's underneath some,
some office buildings.

Hang on a second.

Hey, kid, do me a favor.

Run me a search on an address.

5566 Kearny Street.

Vance, come here, would you?

Why can't I see
in that building?

I think it's pretty obvious.

It's a CIA facility. We
don't have clearance.

Well, that's a problem.

Well, I don't know what to
tell you. We're blocked out.

- There's nothing I can do.
- Well, actually...

Sanford, don't
even think about it.

Hang on a second,
would you? Go ahead, kid.

I could run an intrusion script.

Got it on my personal laptop.

Get us through in
a couple seconds.

And break about five
federal statutes in the process.

- No, thank you. No way...
- Hang on a second.

Now, I've been on this case
longer than you have, Vance.

And I got a hunch
whatever these guys are after

is in that building.

A hunch?

Vance... in this job

sometimes when you
wanna do the right thing

you're gonna have to throw
out the rule book, okay?

Now, you need to make up your
mind. What do you wanna do?

You wanna save lives, or
you wanna save your career?

[dramatic music]

Go ahead.

- Here it is.
- "Special prisoners division."

This is some kind of safe house.

Yeah, there's a phone
number right there.

You need to call it right now.

Vance.

You got a high-profile prisoner

two blocks away from
this hostage situation

at the Opera House.
What more do you need?

[music continues]

They're on the move.

Clock's ticking, Vance. Come
on. We're running out of time.

They're patching me through now.

[phone ringing]

Good to see you again..

Brother.

No answer.

I think we're too late.

Alright, time for plan B.

[music continues]

Alright, listen up, we
need to find out the name

of that prisoner,
like, right now.

Pulling up the file now.
His name's Victor Rosko.

Ex-Chechnyan army
turned weapons dealer.

'Works with his brother Eli.'

CIA caught them
selling suitcase nukes

but Eli slipped away.

Well, I guess we know who's
got the Opera House, then.

Sir, can I talk to
you in private?

What is it?

I called DHS to get
temporary permissions

for our friend over there.

Guess what they told me.

- Agent Farrell.
- Yeah.

That is your name, right?

Yes, Vance, why?

Because according to your office

you retired six months ago..

To Aruba.

(man on radio) 'We're all
moving out of the tunnel now.'

Damn it.

(male ♪6) 'Hey!'

[gunshots]

'Get him!'

'Get him now!'

[gunshots]

What's happening?

Not sure.

[intense music]

[gunshots]

[groans]

[woman screaming]

[grunting]

Hold it.

Alright, fellas, only
gonna say this once.

Walk away now, nobody gets hurt.

[grunting]

[gunshots]

Winston, I've been spotted.

They got me cornered.

[groans]

(Eli) 'No more shooting!'

You have made
too much noise as is.

[intense music]

I'm terribly sorry to do this.

[lever squealing]

But you have destroyed
our atmosphere of trust.

[music continues]

Good-bye.

Winston..

'We got a situation.'

I can't talk right now.

Guerrero. Anybody there?

[grunting]

[music continues]

[dramatic music]

Guerrero. Where are you?

Little busy, dude.

[grunting]

- What's happening?
- Chance is in trouble.

Ilsa, what are you thinking?

- Stay here.
- Are you insane?

- You can't go out there.
- You want my decision.

You have it. Give my
regards to the board.

[intense music]

Mr. Chance... I'm coming to you.

Ilsa, no. Don't come down here.

(male ♪7) Give me a hand.

This way.

I'm sorry, Mr. Chance. It
appears I'm all you've got.

[music continues]

- Ilsa, what are you doing here?
- What am I doing here?

- I'm helping you.
- I don't need any help.

I can figure my way out
of this myself, thank you.

How exactly?

That's not the
point. The point is...

You're the
operative, and I'm not.

Can we please stop worrying
about me for a change?

Do you have any experience
picking locks, by any chance?

If I say yes, would it at
least make you feel better?

Throw out the rule book, huh?

Hey, I'm the least
of your problems.

What're you gonna
do about Rosko?

We forced him back into the
Opera House. He's trapped.

Maybe he wants you
to think he's trapped.

You ever think about that?

Sir, it's them.

[indistinct chatter on radio]

This is Agent Vance of the
FBI. Who am I talking to?

This is the man in control
of the Opera House.

I don't know how you
managed to trap us

but I suppose
congratulations are in order.

'In any event, I'm forced
to change our exit plan.'

So here's what will happen now.

You will deliver a helicopter
to the roof of the Opera House.

'At the same time, I
will move the hostages'

down to the lobby.

When my men and
I are safely away

the hostages will be released.

Sounds reasonable.

I just have to clear
it with my superiors.

Fine, yes.

Do I need to remind
you that the explosives

around the Opera
House are still armed?

Any attempt to
enter will cost you..

Dearly.

Trace the location of
that cell phone number.

He's playing you, Vance.

As soon as the wagon
arrives, put him in it.

[operatic music]

You're looking
considerably better.

[man screaming]

What happened?

My nose!

He bit my nose.

Even tied up, you
are a problem for me.

What is your name?

- Guerrero.
- Guerrero.

Oh.

It seems that some of my men

are familiar with you.

Perhaps you
should consider that.

Cut me loose.

I, uh, think not, Mr. Guerrero.

My production
is almost finished.

And I think you have
earned yourself..

The starring role.

[music continues]

Bloody thing.

[metal clattering]

- What?
- I think somebody's coming.

Okay, that settles it.
Get out of here now.

But you'll drown.

What would you
do in this situation?

What do you mean, what
would I do in this situation?

Just tell me as
succinctly as possible

how you would rescue
you, and I'll attempt

to do the same.

- What other choice do we have?
- I'd jump the guy.

Jump him? Is that the
best you can come up with?

Yes, that's it.

As far as I can tell, surprise

is the only advantage you have.

'So grab something
heavy and hide over there'

in the corner near those pipes.

When he walks
by, clean his clock.

- Is he likely to have a gun?
- Yeah, probably.

What do you think
the odds are... Ilsa!

[intense music]

[exhales]

[clanks]

Hello.

There's really no need for that.

[gunshots]

[sighs]

Okay, Ilsa..

'...I need you to
pick up the gun.'

'You have to shoot the lock.'

You can do this, Ilsa.

[music continues]

[gunshots]

- That was so stupid!
- 'Stupid?'

It was your idea.

And in case you haven't noticed

it appears to have
saved your life.

Well, you're not
supposed to save my life.

I'm supposed to save yours.

What do you mean by that?

- Huh?
- Come on.

We've got a room full
of hostages to rescue.

Alright, move it, people.

This is all about to end.

You're all going to be
leaving. Keep moving.

That's the last of them.

[indistinct chattering]

[music continues]

[panting]

What's happening?

Looks like they're getting
ready to release the hostages.

(Ilsa) 'But why now?'

I don't know. But I got
another bad feeling.

[music continues]

[intense music]

[indistinct chatter on radio]

Winston, are you there?

Yeah, I'm still here.

Just don't ask me
to use my hands.

We're in the lobby. All
the hostages are here.

It looks like the terrorists are
trying to blend in with them.

Sir, we got a lock
on that phone.

Top floor, northeast corner.

Hang on. Are you sure?

I'm looking right at them.

They're just waiting
there on the top floor.

If those aren't the terrorists

then who the hell are they?

(both) Guerrero.

[music continues]

Tell the snipers
to go weapons hot.

We're gonna take them out.

Chance, this is a setup.

They're trying to bait
the FBI into shooting

those hostages.
Once that happens...

They're just gonna
open up the lobby doors

and walk right out
with the rest of us.

'By the time the FBI
realizes that innocent people'

have been shot, these bad
guys are gonna be long gone.

[music continues]

Winston, any way you
can buy me some time?

I'll do my best.

[indistinct chattering]

- Connie.
- Ilsa.

Thank God you're alright.
Everything's gonna be fine.

- We're gonna be released.
- About that..

[gunshots]

[dramatic music]

Sorry, folks, nobody's
going anywhere right now.

Back up the stairs now.

What is he doing?

I'll explain later.

Right now I need your help.

Anyone you recognize,
move them out of the lobby.

(Chance) 'Everybody
remain calm.'

'Everything's under control.'

We're all professionals here.

(Winston) 'Watch your
back up there, Chance.'

'Without those masks, you
won't be able to tell who's who.'

(Eli) 'Take him out.'

[music continues]

[grunting]

That was my husband!

Okay, listen, folks, it's
gonna be really hard

for me to tell who I'm
supposed to be fighting.

So if you can do me a huge favor

just raise your hand
if you're a terrorist.

[grunting]

[operatic music]

[dramatic music]

(female ♪1) 'Sir, they've
wired the building to blow.'

Protocol says we take the shot.

- I know the protocol.
- And so does Victor!

Don't you see that? You're
a part of his plan, Vance.

You have been
from the beginning.

What are you talking about?

Listen to me, Vance,
use your head.

What do you think
is gonna happen

when the smoke
clears and you find out

you shot eight innocent people
and let the bad guys get away?

Sir, we need your order.

Wait, wait, wait.
Look, look, look, look.

[music continues]

What's he doing?

That looks like Morse code.

"Don't shoot.

"Not terrorists.

It's me, Double Wide."

'Who the hell is Double Wide?'

Wise ass.

It's me. I'm Double Wide.

It's my guy in there.

[music continues]

Radio the snipers.
Tell them to stand down.

(female ♪1) 'Sir, if those aren't
the terrorists, where are they?'

[opera music]

[grunting]

[gasps]

Chance!

Follow us..

And they die.

[intense music]

[intense music]

We will leave
through the back alley.

Hold on a second.

Perhaps, I wasn't clear before.

Oh, you made yourself clear.

'My odds just
improved a little bit.'

Ilsa, if this doesn't work out

I just want to apologize

for what I've done
to Marshall's memory.

Oh, God. He's gonna do
something crazy, isn't he?

Ilsa, now!

(Eli) 'Shoot him!'

[gunshots]

[groans]

[chandelier clinking]

Oh, Ilsa.

It's over.

[exhales]

[grunting] Okay, little help.

Is there a ladder somewhere?

[grunts]

[indistinct chattering]

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Just doing my job.

[instrumental music]

Well, well, well, look at you.

Don't you look happy.

I saved the hostages,

caught the terrorists,
and I got you.

So who are you really?

I'm just a concerned
citizen, man.

[music continues]

Well, you saved my ass.

A guy told me once

sometimes to do the right thing

you got to throw
out the rule book.

Wise ass.

[upbeat music]

(Ilsa) Are you sure
you can't stay longer?

I'm afraid so.

I'm due before the
board in the morning.

They're waiting for my decision.

Marshall once told me that

you were the toughest
person he'd ever met.

You could do anything
if you set your mind to it.

Did he?

He's right.

Whatever I may
think of your methods..

You and your team
saved those people tonight.

You saved me.

That should make a persuasive
argument to the board.

So you're standing by me?

Like I said..

You're family.

[music continues]

I'm sorry for thinking you'd
forgotten about Marshall.

You know that's not possible.

[music continues]

Hey.

- Oh.
- Leaving already?

Afraid so.

Thank you, Mr. Guerrero,
for everything you've done.

You bet.

So we're on for
Venice, then, right?

[chuckles]

Can't wait.

(Chance) So you heading home?

Are you going for a jog?

Yeah. It's a nice
enough night out.

You should probably know there's
construction on market street.

So I'll be taking
3rd Avenue tonight.

Why do you think I
need to know that?

Mr. Chance..

I know it's you who's been
following me home at night.

But it wasn't clear to me
until that moment in the sewer.

You feel responsible
for what happened to me

for my being attacked.

But you shouldn't
feel responsible.

It's not your fault.

And the truth of the matter is..

I'm fine.

You're a strong person, Ilsa.

'Nobody's denying that.'

But taking someone's life..

Is something you can't
just push out of your head.

I know what it's
like and I know..

What you're going
through. I know it's not easy.

But I want you to know that..

You don't have to face it alone.

[mellow music]

Thank you.

That means a lot.

I can still follow
you home, though.

- I need the exercise.
- No.

You've done enough..

Damage.

Good. I don't like
jogging anyway.

[instrumental music]

[theme music]